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vimara00 · 1 year

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The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Tag @thickemadame

Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)

All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.

However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.

The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.

He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.

He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!

Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️

Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!

His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.

Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.

Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?

Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to

Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy

Him: Hi y/n!

Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time

Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow

Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date

Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈

Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?

Him: Yes!

Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!

Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️

Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that

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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!

When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)

"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.

Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.

"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"

They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"

She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"

Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout

After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.

A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack

She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.

"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"

When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)

Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket

Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?

Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈

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zozo-333 · 7 months

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Maybe I should just write some fic of this(mostly will be WT prompt with no context)

But right now it just more scenarios, everyone is chaotic neutral here

Alien AU, please read my previous posts for context. This contains Heatherra, Alecody and Gwortney

(Some have problems, some don't, and some created them)

Chris: So, how's you guys doing these years?

Owen: Pretty good

Geoff: Not too bad, I guess

Gwen: meh

Courtney: I hate everything

Harold: This place's microbe system almost killed me, but I survived and learned lots of things

Tyler: I still don't know how to properly operate this body

Lindsay: My life's nice, but I always say the wrong things

Noah: I hope no one else here is in the family of ten. If you do, I'm sorry

Heather: I'm high and mighty but have identity issues and don't know how to explain my problem to therapist

Izzy: I'm a wanted criminal!

Everyone:

Izzy: Oh don't worry, that have nothing to do with our identity, all I did just blew up a building

(Not literally)

Chris: What's up, Ezekiel!

Ezekiel: uh *look up* cloud, bird, sun, moon, and our hom——

Chris: Ok I need you to shut up, now

(BUSTED)

Tyler: What's the big deal of jumping into the sea? Not like it'll hurt us

DJ: My escape pod crashed on sea, that's a horrible experience and I would rather not be reminded that

Courtney: Don't want to get eaten by shark

Beth: Too much injured will bust my disguise

Noah: Speaking of injured. Chris, all the challenge are safe in human standards right?

Chris: …theoretically?

Cody: …Have you test these challenges with humans?

Chris: Yes

Cody: Did they survived?

Chris: …You know, maybe I should check on that

Noah: Yeah we're so going to be bust

(Girl wasn't even trying to hide)

Heather: Izzy, you can't transform in front of other people! Our 'gun' will run out of power!

Leshawna: And how did you change back so fast? It always took me like hour to do that!

Izzy: Oh, because I didn't make internal organs, well, not all of them were missing, but most of them are

Izzy: Just watch! *Detach her arm and revealed it's shallow inside*

Camera man appear in the wrong time: MONSTER! *get knocked down*

Trent: So why did you turn into a bear and scared us?

Izzy: Cause it's fun! Also I can eat people faster

All gophers: IZZY!

Izzy: What, I'm hungry, and you know what happened when we get hungry

(energy is energy 4, also they all win the boat trip)

Chef: You boys just fine eating this?

Duncan: What's the matter? *Eating the 'meatballs'*

Brigette: This is my first time eating animal corpse…

Heather: *stamp Brigette's feet*

Brigette: I mean meat! This is my first time eat meat!

Chef: Okay…here's the pizza with grass hopper, spicy jellyfish and——

Geoff: Just give that to us, we're hungry

Owen: *come out from kitchen* Hey look! Worms with human body part(he mean hair)…maybe I shouldn't exciting about the last part

Gwen: Did normal people eat this? Whatever *eat pizza*

Chef:

Chef: Are you guys good?

(Travel to unknown place is dangerous)

Intern: Ok, due to *insert very complicated lawsuits*, we're going to check all your belongings before we landed in Egypt

Duncan: *knifes and lighters*

Gwen: *baseball bat*

Intern: Sorry you can't bring that

Izzy: *explosive*

Intern: Not surprised

Heather: *croquet mallet x3*

Cody: *a mace*

Courtney: *a very large gavel cause why not*

Intern: Why?

Harold: *three nunchaku, bunch of throwing stars, a very realistic fake katana, nerf gun, water gun and some other stuff*

Intern:

Harold: Always prepare when invaded the unknown land

(Apple game gone…right? from the exclusive clip but Heatherra)

Sierra: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H *stem broken* Ok that's a tough one, but I'll eventually get a C

Heather: *sitting next to a pile of cores* Are you going to eat that?

Sierra: Wow Heather, I don't know you like apple so much

Heather: I'm just low on energy, and Cody ate all the candy *attempted to break the stem but struggling*

Heather: Ugh! *stem snapped* I can't believe it took me 19 time to break this

Sierra: Wait——

(interrogation gone wrong, Alecody)

Alejandro: I knew there's something wrong and you'll not fool me

Cody: Umm…

Alejandro: Silent treatment is no use, I'll find a way to make you talk

Cody: Hey we don't have to do this, buddy. Or did you prefer pal? bestie? brother?

Cody: *panicking* …babe?

Alejandro:

Cody:

Cody: Oh Whatever *mind control ready*

(Gwortney telepathy 2)

Gwen: Oh Courtney, you always there when I needed, I want to stay with you

Courtney: You know, I feel just the same…

Gwen: But we can't shown that now, so maybe after the show

Sierra: They've been holding hands and staring silently at each other for fifteen minutes now, is everything okay?

(London)

Noah: He's like a eel dipping in grease…

Owen: Sounds delicious!

Noah: And slippery, so don't let your guard down, one wrong step and he'll found out

Owen: Okie dokie! Little buddy

Tyler: Uh guys? I think you stretching me too much

Owen: Wow you look like mozzarella cheese!

Noah: *facepalm*

#td alien au #total drama #they all very weird #I have too many thought of this #td heatherra #td alecody #td gwourtney

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spider-jaysart · 5 months

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Something of a Christmas Ask Incoming (Might not be entirely related to The Holiday but hey better now than never)

As Kaiju Film Buff who practices her directing skills with her camcorder and phone camera, Meredith one day gets a project from her Film Class to make a short film of any choosing and any genre.

Only real requirements; Make it about 30 minutes long and it has to be a complete story

And so, FINALLY Meredith can make her own kaiju movie

Would she ask Chris, Jake, Mar’i and maybe a friend or two who are good at makeup and monster suits to aid her in this project?

@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

Oh Jake, who's super head over heels for Meredith, would already be the one calling her first to offer a helping hand after hearing from Thara about her big project lol

Meredith is surprised that he even knew about it before she could actually ask and tell him about it herself, but she's happy anyways to hear how helpful he wants to be and accepts his offer. Meredith then asks Thara to be one of her actors and also asks Chris if he could be the monster for her mini movie and they both fortunately say yes

The busy day soon arrives and the whole group, including Mar'i who was very curious to see how everything is done, are at her door ready to get to work

Chris loves finding ways to be interacting with Thara everytime, so he offers to do her makeup before filming while everyone else is still busy setting everything up, and she lets him

He doesn't admit that he's never done makeup for anyone or even himself before though, so as he's trying his best, Mar'i, who's watching him, can't help but get really annoyed at the very amateur way Chris is applying it on Thara and feels the strong need to step in and take over before he ruins it all any further than he already did. He gets a little embarrassed when she moves him out of the way and takes the supplies from his hands and tries to argue with her that he was doing just fine, which gets Mar'i to respond with "Chris, I saw how you were working on her face and I can't lie, all of the mistakes you were making were just all very terrifying to witness. I actually deal with this all the time, so I'm an expert on it. Plus, my close Uncle is a complete professional artist, so I totally know exactly what I'm doing." Which gets him to be quiet in defeat and gets a small giggle out of Thara as well

A little bit later, Meredith and Jake help Chris fit into his monster costume, making sure he's all very comfortable and is able to breath properly, which he can. Jake, Thara and Chris then read and try to memorize all of their respective lines on the script the best that they can. Meredith and Mar'i let them know that if they forget any of it by mistake while acting, they'll make sure to remind them what it was

After getting everyone and everything prepared, they all went outside and got to recording, having a blast acting everything out together. Sometimes they accidentally broke character while on the little set, bursting with laughter if they got too nervous or made a mistake in what they did or couldn't take moment in a scene seriously enough. Most times it was even contagious enough to get a few good laughs out of both Mar'i and Meredith too as well while watching everything

It took a lot of hours in the day for them to get it all done, but they successfully did it. Jake later offered to sit down with Meredith in her kitchen and help her edit all the footage together, which she was very grateful for. Chris took off his suit and was left in sweat from being in it all day, Thara was pretty sleepy from doing all of those many scenes and Mar'i was busy putting all the equipment and makeup away wherever Meredith told her it belonged

Meredith noticed this and could see that it was getting pretty late by now after taking just one good look at the clock on the wall and decided they should just have a sleepover for the night and review the film together, calling it a movie night for them all. Everybody liked the sound of that and called their parents to let them know that they were staying over at her place. Chris got use the shower after getting Meredith's permission and Mar'i and Thara got to relax on the couch together after cleaning up everything.

After ordering pizza, getting comfortable in the living room together, once the homemade film was put on to watch, everyone could see that all the put in effort from every single one of them was all very worth it in the end

They all enjoyed every bit of it and fell asleep once it was finally over. Mar'i was the only one left awake though and turned the tv off to bring peaceful silence for everyones ears. She grabbed a couple of spare blanket for herself that she remembered Meredith telling her about in case if she wanted anymore and went to go place on her friends. Once she got to Meredith and Jake who were laying next to one another though, she saw them both with peaceful smiles on their faces and their hands placed on top of eachothers too while they were still asleep, which caused her to giggle to herself since it was a pretty cute moment. She took a quick, nice, clear picture of them with her phone and soon went to sleep after that

She was so showing it to Jake in the morning after leaving back home so that she could see the hilarious, flustered expression on her dear little brothers face

Meredith ended up getting an A on her project and she was super joyed about it. She later told everyone while chatting on her laptop with them and thanked them a for their big help, letting them all know that she appreciated it very much. They later went out for ice cream and pizza that day to celebrate together and had such a great time!

#meredith robinson #jake grayson #mari grayson #chris kent

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jflashandclash · 3 months

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Tales From Mount Othrys

Axel: Into the Lion’s Maw V

Bandages covered the forearm closest to him, ones striped with thin, red slits.

Her chesire smile was so fragile; it twitched on the edge of sobs.

She was going to crush his shoulder.

Axel gripped her wrist. She flinched back, dragging him a step with her. Up close, he could see her lips were split. Flakes of skin dangled off. Spittle flicked from them as she giggle-cried, “Gone. Don’t you see? All gone. Just us. Don’t you see? Just us and our little audience, like a puppet crowd we stigger and stabble in the auditorium with nothing to do but fear the dreaded Exit Sign at the end of all sho—”

Axel allowed one glance.

The monsters were, in fact, gone.

With that one step, one that the demigod soldiers had unwittedly taken with them, the labyrinth had come to life and taken its own step. The hoards of monsters—their strength and shield—had vanished. There was a fork in the stone tunnel ahead. It ended in two doors, one with a golden archway; another, a wrought iron one.

He was alone with a handful of terrified demigods and a mad goddess.

“They left us,” one of the demigods shouted, “Without Ariadne’s string…” His fellow soldier—Luke’s new favorite—Nakamura?—didn’t need to finish the sentiment.

Mary spoke their fears aloud, “Everyone forgets that we all cease. How does everyone forget? You can read and read and watch and watch and drown and drown, but that’s all you’re doing. Drowning—[1]”

Lieutenant, came the gentle reminder.

The helm was correct: his job was, right now, to keep everyone calm. Something Mary was rapidly undoing.

Mary was far stronger than he. There would be no overpowering her. But, maybe he didn’t need to. Ethel needed gentleness after Zeus attacked her. Hiro, his little half-brother, needed slow movements and softness after Hiro’s mother had killed herself and tried to kill him. Mary’s desperation reflected that same fragility.

“Mary,” Axel said, maintaining eye contact, “My name is Axel. I am friends with Chris Rodriguez.”

That’s what he meant to say.

“I am the Leonis Caput,” came out instead. Axel felt like the alteration should scare him. Instead, clutching the helm brought calm detachment. “The child of Hermes was to be under my protection. As these demigods are now. We are rejoining our main force. And I do not like distractions.”

Pax would have liked it. It had dramatic flair. He would have wanted to end it with, and hear me roar.

The authoritative tone worked.

Mary released his shoulder and shrank back a step. Her lower lip quivered, making the skin flakes dance. She hugged herself, digging her nails into the scabs along either bicep.

“I can help! Help—help—please—” she pleaded, “I’ve been down here a long time. A lo-o-o-onnnng time. I’ve guided many people in the labyrinth.”

In the labyrinth, Axel noted. Not through the labyrinth.

“I know the way!” she pranced once towards the golden archway. “This way—oh, all ways are the same, but this way is best same way.”

But, Axel knew it wasn’t the way. Earlier, the flooring under Kampe and the monsters had glowed dimly. Here, the glow deadended between the two arches. “No—”

Mary had already gripped Ethan Nakamura’s arm. She dragged him towards the golden arch. “Hey!” Ethan shouted, unable to keep his footing at her speed.

“We’re going to be left behind again!” someone from the back cried.

For an exacerbated heartbeat, Axel remembered babysitting all his siblings after Uncle Frasco had given them several pounds of candy and they sprinted in two different directions. Except, that only resulted in several bags of throw up instead of the potential destruction of the entire demigod force.

“Stop!” Axel roared. He flicked out his lighter, bit his tongue, murmured a word in Maya, and spit into the flame. It quadrupled in size, taking on a turquoise hue. With a flick of the Mist, torches around the room flared to life, providing them a parameter.

He pivoted on his scared troops. “Stay in the protective barrier. We lose no more to the labyrinth on this trip.” He sought out someone whose name he knew, someone responsible, and settled on a short brunette in the back. “Ailiseu, keep everyone here.” Before anyone could protest, he ran for the golden arch. Ethan just vanished into it, his over-sized armor clanging.

There was no protective barrier, but Alex couldn’t have them splitting up into the labyrinth. Ailiseu—he couldn’t even remember their godly parentage—was level headed. He just needed them to keep the others there until—

Heart pounding and eyes darting, Axel dashed after Mary’s footsteps as the sound retreated into the darkness. He held up his lighter with the turquoise flame. Uncle Frasco could manipulate flames like this for hours—for a whole circus show. Axel had only tried it for brief tricks. He hoped that “protective barrier” would hold.

“Hey! Let go of me, you crazy lady—” echoed ahead.

Axel almost stumbled over Ethan’s sword. He must have dropped it in the struggle. Axel slipped his foot under the hilt and kicked it up, snatching it in his left hand. The floor’s dim glow had shifted, the light trailing after the kidnapped soldier and mad goddess.

When Axel saw them, he increased his speed.

Ahead, Mary was dragging Ethan towards a pile of corpses.

Thank you for reading! I know this is a short one. And I’m only technically getting it out before the end of the weekend (er, my time zone’s weekend--) but I hope you enjoyed! Getting a short with both Ethan Nakamura and Mary. I’ve had requests on both of them and I hope this doesn’t disappoint!

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I’m hoping to resume our every-other-week schedule with a lovely forecast of dismembered limb jokes. I hope you have an awesome leap day!

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[1] Interlude brought to you by Jack’s recent existential crisis. Interlude music begins here, preformed by Pax and three weasels. Doo doo to doo doooooo—

#PJO #percy jackson and the olympians #HOO #fanfiction #Tales from Mount Othrys #heroes of olypmus #Mary #Nakamura #Axel #tfmo #writing #a wee babe chapter #I GOT AN A ON MY ESSAY #THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 2 years

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A Wolf’s Heart | [Deglan x M!Reader] | The Witcher | Part I

Notes: I found Deglan super attractive when watching the witcher movie so I’m glad that people are interested in him! Thank you for this request! 😊

I also apologize for taking so long for this request (it’s been months I’m so sorry) and making this overly angsty. I get the feeling I can’t write anything else. I apologize if this is not what you expected, maybe I should do a warning tag that I can only write stories with angst. But hey, there’s a happy ending so no worries, right...? xD

Fandom: The Witcher

Warnings: Original Characters, Swearing, Depression, Angst, Slight OOC, Non-Canon Story, Century Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Spiraling, Injuries, Self-Concious Reader, Misunderstandings

Summary: The life of a witcher is ruled by two things. Coin and monsters. Yet when Y/N looks at his mentor both fade into the background and a third variable enters the picture... But witchers don’t have it easy with love. And Y/N doesn’t seem to be an exception

Word Count: 4,773

Taglist: @thatsequoia

If you want to be tagged in my stories send me a pm with the fandom/character name! Or comment on the fic :)

Note 2: I just realized that you wrote “recently became a witcher” and I totally messed that part up I’m so sorry 0.o I hope you don’t mind the change! Since witchers have a pretty long life span, I decided that their training ends around the age of twenty something. So the reader is an adult (in our terms not the middle ages) when he becomes a full witcher. I invented quite a lot of stuff for this story so the non-canon in the description is really necessary xD

Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

Masterlist

Please note that The Witcher is supposed to be around the Middle-Age. Homophobia existed and is addressed in this story, if you potentially get triggered please do not continue to read!

Additionally, please read the warnings as they change in some parts of the story

Y/N was different from the common folk.

As far as he was aware, not everyone had to pass harsh trials, risk his life with alchemical experiments and turn into a mutant with superhuman abilities, magical powers and the added side-effect of not being able to reproduce.

Aside from those obvious witcher affairs and the whole baggage that came with them, however, there was one more thing that was different about him. It wasn’t something he hated, no, not at all, it just made him lonely.

Loneliness had been part of a witcher’s life for hundreds of years, it was no surprise then that it was also part of Y/N’s. However, unlike others in his school, he had known that feeling since birth. Therefore, he was no stranger to it and it did not bother him up until a certain point in his adult life. But then... Well...

Y/N did not like the idea of visiting the many brothels of the land because he could not find comfort and pleasure there. In fact, they reminded him of his difference. A man like him would most likely never find happiness in those places, much less in another person, and certainly not in a woman.

But before he actually realized that, he had hopes and dreams.

He hoped, and he dreamed, and he loved.

Everything began when he was just a young boy with big dreams in the school of the Wolf. Big dreams that one could shatter easily...

“Damn, how many hours have passed now? I cannot feel my arms anymore!”, cursed Fenri, supporting his hands on his knees to take a breather. Cole checked their surroundings before he lowered his steel sword and sat on one of the meager patches of grass in the courtyard.

The sun shone directly on his face and the keep’s high walls created long shadows on the ground. They had been training for hours now and Deglan had yet to come and tell them to stop.

Their group consisted of 8 boys who had miraculously survived the trials of Grasses and they had been in the school for around 3 years now and therefore knew how shit worked in the school’s keep.

Consequently, it was a normal occurrence for the witcher to leave their training unsupervised, while he checked on the lessons of the younger ones. But despite his absence, he always seemed to sense when they were slacking off.

And that often happened when their younger friend Wendir was with them. The boy was originally part of a younger group but he was the only survivor during the trials of the Grasses and due to his fate, he would often train with them, although he was known to tempt the other boys to take a break. He was unexpectedly lazy for a witcher apprentice.

Yet, this time the boys did not fear Deglan’s wrath because they were accompanied by their friend Y/N, who had finally recovered from his last alchemical experiments.

If Deglan ever discovered their break, the older one would save them from his harsh punishments. They could trust Y/N due to the many experiences they had shared and the times he had saved them selflessly during their trials. Therefore, they rested their sore bodies for a while.

Said youth was currently wiping the sweat from his forehead, although he did not look nearly as exhausted as the rest of them. His breathing was shockingly even for the fact that they had just swung their swords 1000 times at straw puppets.

However, this was not a surprise at all for any of the boys.

Y/N was the oldest among them, he had the most fighting experience and he also underwent the most additional experiments. The scars and muscles on his lean body were proof of that. Y/N's stamina and capabilities were already beyond a child of his age, which gave him quite a few admirers but also rivals.

The blond Fenri followed Y/N's gaze across the courtyard. He was once again staring at Tristan - one of the young witchers who took care of the new brats. He did not know why Y/N seemed to always gaze at the black-haired man with an unreadable expression but it had reached a point where it annoyed him to death. So he opened his gob and said words he would regret for years in the future:

“You know if you continue to stare, someone might start to think you fancy the man.”

Fenri’s comment made the other guys focus on him, their laboured breathing hindered them from asking questions though. Yet Y/N, the person he addressed did not pay him any attention. His yellow eyes did not even move an inch away from Tristan’s form.

“What do you mean?”, asked Cole breathlessly.

“One might think Y/N is in love with Tristan.”

Fenri watched the oldest of their group closely to see any kind of reaction from his words and the corner of his lips twitched when he saw how the h/c haired boy straightened his back and turned towards him, a contemplative expression on his face.

“What’s wrong with that?”, asked Barmin, curiously staring at his friend.

Seven pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly and Fenri had to pause for a second. He did not exactly know how to answer that question but it was not like he was spouting lies. His mother told him when he was younger and still lived with his family. It was just wrong.

“You cannot be in love with a man," he responded confidently. “Men love women, women love men, that is the law of nature. Men loving men is... gross.”

The boys did not look convinced and while he tried to find a better response to why love between two men was wrong, the blond noticed that Y/N focused his attention on their training again, he raised his dull training blade about to swing at one of the straw puppets once more.

Fenri frowned in annoyance. It seemed as if he could never truly rattle the older boy he considered his rival. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. One day he would triumph over the other, whether that would be in a conversation or battle.

Robin and Milan began to argue about his words and their voices got louder and louder now that they had regained their breaths.

“Who said you cannot like another boy? Is it not just love?”

“I have never liked another boy or been liked by one before! So it isn’t natural, it cannot be!”

“That is just because you have a brain the size of mouse shit and a nose like a potato! No one would like you anyways, be it a girl or a boy!”

“Fuck, what did you just say?! You want to fight?”

“As if you’d win against me!”

Their argument turned a few heads of passing witchers and students and Fenri sensed that if he did not stop them soon, they could expect an angry Deglan on their arses at any second.

“Did you fools not listen to the talk of our seniors? They said themselves that we want to fuck broads left and right when we finish all of our experiments! Women NOT men!”

He hoped this argument was enough to silence them. He did not expect his teasing to initiate a fight. And judging by the eyes on his two friends who were at each other’s throats, they had been loud enough to draw attention.

Luckily, they quickly shut their mouths when Cole stared at them disapprovingly. The boy looked somewhat like a scolding mother and it was very effective. Hopefully, they didn’t alert Deglan. Who knew where he was lurking...

The fact that he used rather crude words did not come to his mind until he heard someone clear his throat behind him and based on it, he knew exactly why everyone had turned dead silent and why Y/N had turned around and stared at him - or most likely at Deglan behind him who had mysteriously shown up out of nowhere.

“What a nice discussion you have during your training. Would you like some fucking tea served to it?”

Fenri tensed and did not know if he should turn around or not. Before he could do anything though, Y/N stepped forward with his steel sword. Cole sighed in relief.

“No tea, sir,” was all the boy said when he changed his posture into a defensive stance, sword tip pointing at Deglan. He held his sword firmly in his hand, ready to distract their mentor from his friends like usual.

Had Fenri turned around, he would have seen the glint of amusement in Deglan’s eyes, one that only showed when the h/c haired boy uselessly tried to cover for his friends by challenging the witcher to a fight. Even now he tried it even though he caught them red-handed while they slacked off.

Deglan and everyone else knew Y/N would always lose - the fool himself knew - he was just a brat after all, but Deglan found it amusing that the boy tried again and again. His desperate attempts of creating a diversion amused him greatly.

The witcher saw through it every time, yet he never punished the boy, nor his friends too harshly.

Deglan found Y/N’s protective spirit commendable and it impressed him every time how fast he came up with new fighting tactics. Furthermore, the injuries that the boy sustained in each fight were probably punishment enough.

“Ready for round 24? Or is it 25?” he asked the h/c haired youth while rolling his left shoulder with a subtle smile.

“Actually it’s 27," Y/N replied, and Deglan hummed. The witcher glanced at the sword in his hands and grinned.

“I think my fists are enough for today.”

Y/N frowned. After their seventeenth fight, the witcher had begun to use his sword, so why...?

His eyes took in his surroundings and he realized that the people in the courtyard, the young witchers, the new candidates and their potential mentors, all were now watching them, even Tristan.

Automatically Y/N’s heart began to pound faster. His gaze lingered on the black-haired witcher and when something moved in the periphery of his vision, he could only gasp in alarm before he crashed face first in the dirt. A painful groan escaped him and a bolt of pain shot through his neck where Deglan had hit him.

“Getting distracted means getting yourself killed”, warned his mentor and the laughter of the surrounding witchers made Y/N’s face burn from embarrassment.

This was the first time in a while that he could not even swing his sword at Deglan before he got humiliated.

Shame rose in his chest, but he was also angry. Deglan played dirty by attacking him while distracted, although he knew that neither monsters nor human enemies would act chivalrously in a real fight.

One might expect him to have thick skin after 27th defeats but getting embarrassed in front of so many people was different, especially when a certain young man was watching him.

He wished a hole would open up under him and swallow him whole.

Y/N slowly stood up, mud caked his clothes and his face and he grimaced. He had bit his lip during the fall and the taste of iron was disgustingly familiar. He was about to grasp his sword again, ready for defeat number 28 when Deglan dismissed him with the movement of his hand.

“Training's over for you, mud face. Go wash yourself and you-”, he pointed at Fenri, Cole and the rest of Y/N’s friends, “you lot follow me.”

Deglan’s voice turned icy towards the end and he walked past the dirty boy, giving him a strong pat on the shoulder.

Y/N almost lost his balance but quickly regained it. His ears were red from embarrassment and before Cole could nudge him encouragingly, he turned around and quickly crossed the courtyard to escape the still laughing pack of witchers.

His defeat hurt more than usual, probably because Tristan had been watching, and it annoyed him. Sighing, he rubbed his face.

When he washed himself that day, he scrubbed his skin vigorously and pondered about the events that happened that afternoon.

He should have felt guilty for not being able to distract Deglan from his friends. They had probably gotten punished with "special” training - exactly what they had wanted to avoid since the last time had been absolutely horrible... But he couldn’t shake off the gnawing irritation.

It was probably due to Fenri's words.

The younger boy often tried to egg him on, but he rarely succeeded. This time, however...

Y/N racked his brain about Fenri's statement from before. Was he not allowed to like Tristan? He had never questioned his feelings up to this point so it greatly disturbed him.

"Men loving men... is gross..."

These words would haunt him in the coming years and torment him in his sleep because that had been the moment when he realized that his feelings for another man might be viewed as unnatural by other people. What exactly that would mean for him was something he learned only later, though.

When Y/N had laid down in his straw bed in the stables that night, not sure if he could sleep after the event in the afternoon, Cole nudged him and said:

"You know, I don’t believe men liking men is gross. We have many other things to worry about, so the feelings of another man are the least of our concerns, nor are they our business. Deglan told us that...”

He stopped for a second and then whispered: “I think Fenri is acting like a cunt because no girls are training to become witchers. He is just a lonely pent-up arsehole, you know."

Y/N snorted when "I heard that, you bastard!" came from somewhere in the back and some hay flew across the room, hitting Robin, who was laying in another straw hollow right next to him. He sneezed loudly.

“Shit, I was this close to sleeping, you fucker! I’ll get you!”

Chaos ensued, 5 boys were brawling and the discussion was over before Y/N could answer Cole or ask him any questions.

But a little later, after all of them were screamed at by one of the witchers on night guard; when Y/N was the only one still awake, he contemplated what Cole had meant.

Did his mentor not have anything against the thought of two men liking each other? Did he take his friends aside to tell them that and not to punish them?

He would have to ask Cole in the morning... Or should he ask Deglan directly?

The idea made his heart speed up suddenly. Why was he so nervous?

Out of nowhere, he saw his mentor in a different light.

In the end, he did not ask Deglan directly. He was too shy. But his mind replayed Cole’s words for days after that. And that marked the moment when Y/N’s eyes began to unconsciously follow someone other than Tristan.

Yes, he still watched the black-haired young man from time to time, but their training suddenly entailed a lot more lectures and so he began to see Deglan daily, while Tristan crossed his path less and less. And then came spring and the young witcher went on the Path - as many others - and his absence left a hole in Y/N’s usual routine. A hole he filled with a new person of his interest; Deglan.

The man was a renowned witcher, known for his strength and knowledge in the school and Y/N had begun to respect him after the first five losses of their duels. His respect began to grow even further, however, after observing Deglan closely every day.

The older witcher was a dick sometimes, his training was harsh, he could be insensitive on occasions and when his arms spasmed in pain after their mindless sword-swinging exercises Y/N hated him with a passion, but there was something about his mentor that drew his eyes to him again and again in the following years of his training.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself, maybe it was the way he treated Y/N or maybe it was his rugged but strong appearance...

The youth watched how Deglan poured a bucket of water over his naked upper body after his training with the older apprentices.

Nevermind, his appearance was definitely one of the reasons why.

A weird feeling spread in his gut, as he watched how water droplets travelled across Deglan’s scarred back muscles. His ears started to burn and the youth at the threshold of adulthood turned away to hack at the training straw doll with newfound vigor.

While Deglan’s appearance definitely drew Y/N in, his character made his eyes return every time.

Thanks to his advanced training and the experiments, he was allowed to share moments with Deglan, when the rough exterior of the man vanished, to show his true character underneath. His kindness, his understanding, his humour.

Of course, there were also moments when Y/N despised the man. He was his mentor after all and every witcher had such instances during their first years at the school.

When Y/N was subjected to more experiments than the other witchers in training and experienced more pain than them, he often cried at night, cursing Deglan in his thoughts. And he cursed himself for letting himself be overwhelmed by his mentor’s praise after he survived the experiments.

When Cole died during one of the trials because of a mage’s accident and Deglan did not dare speak out against the said man, he exploded on him and screamed his voice raw.

Yet although these incidents happened, Y/N could never truly hate him. Deglan had already conquered his heart.

The older man personally tended to him after his experiments. He cleaned his wounds, stayed up for nights to take care of his fever and made sure he was not left with horrible scars. Thanks to his care, Y/N’s face was not completely disfigured.

And he made sure that the young adult was proud of his achievements.

Y/N blushed like a maiden every damn time when Deglan commented on his fierce-looking scars, while his heart tried to crawl out of his ribcage and present itself to the other man as if he were a god.

And when Cole had died Deglan properly buried the boy, let his friends hold a funeral and allowed them a mourning period. They did not have to train then and Y/N spent his time at Cole’s grave, heart heavy and full of guilt.

One day he had a breakdown, he blamed himself for Cole’s death and he felt the urge to hurt himself - because he should have been the one to die, he should have gone with that magician, it had been his turn - Deglan had given him a good punch and then an even better hug to calm him down.

Y/N’s dreams had revolved around that embrace for several months when Deglan had gone out on the path, his heartbeat like an echo in his ears and his mentor’s scent and strong arms engulfed him in his sleep.

His dreams changed during these months and more often than not he would wake up sweaty in the morning and he hurried to clean his clothes before his friends would wake up.

Due to these fantasies, his heart thundered in his ears whenever the older witcher would get too close after his return.

There was something special between them, their bond was more than just apprentice and mentor, Y/N fully believed that and allowed himself to dream.

It only took one summer for Y/N’s thoughts to get captivated by Deglan. Five more for him to finally admit that his feelings for the man were more than just admiration and two winters for him to realize that he wanted, needed Deglan and him to become lovers.

And then one night only, for his older self to learn that he had imagined everything between them, that he was a blind fool...

It had been just a normal evening if one ignored the fact that Y/N and his friends had finally reached the end of their training and would become full-grown witchers in about one moon. Soon they would set out alone on the Path for the first time. And simultaneously the day drew near on which Y/N planned to confess his feelings.

At first, it had been just a daydream but the eye contact he had shared with his mentor in the past weeks had only made his feelings stronger and so he decided to gather his courage to confess the day before he would leave for the Path. In case something would go wrong, he could leave quietly, although he did not actually fret about this, he was convinced that Deglan liked him as well.

The aspiring witchers were sitting in the evening hall, drinking ale and playing Gwent after a fulfilling meal, while their mentors told stories and their younger peers listened to them intently.

Suddenly, the door got thrown open and Deglan, followed by the current leader Rennes and two other drunk witchers entered the hall.

Deglan and the two others had gone down the mountains a few days ago because a noble had sent a letter about a beast that woke up early from its hibernation. It seemed like they had just returned.

“Fuck, Deglan, why is it always you? That lady... Those lips are not just good for talking, you know that personally, right? Tell me and the lads about it!”

Y/N turned his head at the mention of his mentor’s name and he put down the cards in his hands to find the man among the newcomers. He hoped Deglan came back unscathed.

The drunk witchers whistled loudly and patted Deglan’s shoulders expectantly after they had sat down on one of the tables next to the fire.

Y/N's eyes found the older man and his heart pounded faster. The ale made him slightly drowsy and his imagination was running wild after seeing how Deglan's shirt was torn at the front, showing his strong abdominal muscles and his impressive scars. He didn’t seem to have any injuries and the h/c haired witcher sighed in relief.

Lewd thoughts rushed through his mind while he watched the man and he remembered one of the daydreams he had in their latest lecture. He moved in his seat and gripped his thigh to calm down before he would embarrass himself.

His mentor swatted the hands of one of the other witchers away and said something incoherent, while Vesemir, the young boy Deglan had brought back a few months ago, hurried to get some ale from the barrels in the corner and gave each of the newcomers a mug.

“We all saw her eyes, she was like a bitch in heat next to her husband, the poor lad. You’ve been warming her bed, have you not? While that old fart rots away, you cheeky fucker!” hollered one of the drunk witchers before downing his drink in one gulp.

Deglan lowered his head, as if he was embarrassed and gruffly answered:

“Can’t believe I told you about that...”

These quiet-spoken words echoed loudly in Y/N’s ears due to his mutated hearing. Y/N blinked. The conversations in the hall turned muffled as his heartbeat resounded loudly in his ears and he lowered his eyes to look at his hands which he unconsciously formed into fists.

You’ve been warming her bed... Can’t believe I told you...

Something in Y/N made an ugly noise. Barmin looked up from his cards and tilted his head, worried. His friend opened his mouth and said something but Y/N could not hear it.

Deglan was sleeping with some noblewoman.

It made sense.

He was a witcher and they did have an insatiable urge for sex. It was a side effect of the alchemic experiments and for them it was natural. They even had a lecture about it during their first training years.

But for Y/N, who had experienced the carnal desire several times already since his completion of the trials and who used his hands to deal with the problem, it had been somehow logical that Deglan would not choose to lay with any women.

His mentor was usually never involved in any of the lewd discussions of the older witchers, so he naturally assumed that Deglan did not bed any ladies ever.

Y/N must have brainwashed himself into thinking that the older man stayed in his room and fucked himself while thinking about him, that’s at least what he had been doing.

But it seemed like he got it all wrong.

It was his own delusion and the realization that he had been wrong all this time hit him like a punch in the throat. It left him breathless.

He felt betrayed - he had no reason to feel betrayed, Deglan was not even aware of this... possessive mess of emotions in his chest that he felt for him - and the realization that whatever feelings and dreams of a shared future Y/N had for Deglan were probably useless dawned on him.

Fenri’s words from all those years ago once again echoed in his mind.

“Men loving men is gross.”

An image of Deglan with a beautiful woman appeared in his head. His mentor held her close, one of his hands on her hip and the other held her hands and the man smiled, one of these crooked but beautiful smiles he only seemed to show when Y/N and he were alone.

And it hurt. It fucking hurt.

He was unable to transform the image, he could not take the place of that woman because he was as tall as Deglan by now and his spine did not have a soft curve and his hands could not be covered entirely by Deglan’s and all the stupid romance tales Robin dumped on them during their breaks did not entail two men with scars and rough, blister-covered hands and so he could not see himself next to Deglan because it was not meant to be.

The shitty fairy tale romance he had spun in his mind would never come to life.

The hope and delusion he had for all these years shriveled in his heart and died.

He had been wrong. The bond he felt between him and Deglan could not be what he had imagined.

Y/N was an orphan, his parents had had no need for him, he had been a waste of space and that was why they dumped him on the orphanage’s doorsteps, and while he did eventually find a home in the witcher’s keep - a home for the outcasts of society - he apparently remained an outsider even here.

An outcast among outcasts, was this not the fucking worst?

Y/N cursed the experiments that gave him better hearing, he cursed the witcher who brought him to the school, he cursed his heart for once again choosing an unreachable person and he cursed the world for making him the way he was.

And he cursed Deglan for treating him so kindly, as if he were special, as if there was something between them, something that could grow and turn into love and make them soulmates.

His mentor probably only treated him better because he had been praised as an exceptional student, a perfect test subject for experiments and a great fighter.

Not because he saw who Y/N really was, what he longed for...

How could he even think about confessing his feelings?!

He had to stifle a hollow laugh because of the irony and before Barmin or Fenri or Milan or any other of their table’s occupants could say anything, he abruptly stood up and left the hall.

His way led him past the table where Deglan was sitting but Y/N’s eyes remained fixed on the door and even when his mentor called out his name, he did not turn around.

He disappeared behind the wooden door of the hall and missed the dark look in Deglan's eyes as the man watched the retreating back of the younger witcher.

He missed his mentor’s furious gaze on the drunk witcher who spouted nonsense and Rennes’ commentary that Deglan would never fuck some random noble woman, in fact, he wasn’t sure if the guy even had a dick because he never lusted after any woman, no matter if she were a virgin, succubus or a literal goddess.

He missed it all.

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Nimona

watching nimona on netflix

spoilers under the cut

(i already watched a lil of the movie a few days ago so this starts on the part where Ballister is knighted)

VROOO OH MY GOD I CANNOT BRLIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED

WHO TF SABOTAGED HIM LIKE CUZ IT WAS DEF A SABOTAGE HELLO ????

Ballister does not deserve this

lmaooo Nimona ??

LMAO he thinks she’s 10 💀

what ?? job ?? help me im

Nimona is cute

i understand why everyone is saying Ballister has those big wet eyes

damn he really lost his arm

i feel so bad for Ballister :(((( he was sabotaged :((( someone messed up his sword :((

?!?! how did she get in

damn she’s projecting

LMAO SHE JUST PUNCHED THE CODE ???

i like the aesthetic being a mix of medieval and futuristic stuff its very cool

bro Nimona im

BROOO HELP.

omg they are gay

ohhhh she’s a shapeshifter

help the guy is so confused this is so funny

all the animals she’s turning into is pink

reminds me of beast boy from teen titans

i love Ballister but he’s kinda pathetic LMAOAOAOOA

why is she still calling him boss he does not want any part in this

KSKDJSK SHE STILL THINKS AMBROSIUS IS HIS NEMESIS

the thunder clap

Nimona’s just doing this cuz she’s bored n he’s an outcast too wild

i get it tho she’s just looking for someone who understands her

she’s so eager to murder someone 💀

why does this feel like she’s forcing him to adopt her like

i hate these guards this todd guy is annoying like stfu bro

todd shut up im gonna punch you

Ambrosius no :(((

damn favoritism

wait did she just eat a rat

SHE ATE THE RAT SHE ATE IT ?!?!?!

not careless whisper im 💀

the guard talking about what kind of otter it was lmao

DAMN NIMONA NO WAY HELPPP MOCKING HIM PUBLICLY LIKE THAT WILD

‘I’m not pushing you, I’m encouraging you forward!’ LMAOAOAO

oh no theres security cameras

todd stfu

um ew ? that pizza is from the floor ?

Ballister stfu ur not accepting either dude dont even 💀

bro cant read the subtext

is she telling the truth

oh help lmao she’s just lying im cackling

bro they know ur there 💀

this mean really is pathetic thats so funny

i think you should wear different clothes Ballister

HELPPPP NIMONA ??? BRO’S HAUNTING THE GUY THATS SO FUNNY

THEY KUST KIDNAPPED HIM BRO

Also the way Ambrosius? that look in his face? the way he couldnt shoot Ballister? bro,,, ur not slick im onto you

is the guy even still alive ???

Nimona is very chill about the arrow in her leg

damn i,, he’s giving caring father vibes lmao

HELP THE GUY THEY FORGOT ABT HIM THATS SO FUNNY IM DYING

‘Who’d protect Todd?!?!’ CACKLINGGGGG IM CACKLING

!!! OH MY GOD IT WAS THE DIRECTOR

i knew it dude she gave off major villain vibes

Nimona’s so mean thats so funny im cackling

??? Ballister stop making excuses bro

they did brainwash him good bro

why did the director sabotage him tho

‘the man i love, my best friend’ KFHEODJSIDU GAY

HELP ME HE’S JEALOUS IM DYING ‘He’s got a new best friend, what’s that about?’

‘Arm chopping is not a love language’ wise words from Nimona and Ambrosius

NOOOO THE PROOOFFF I HATE YOU TODD I HATE YOU

gasp dude i can FEEL the betrayal

nice !! chaos !!

i really like the animation and art in this movie, its very nice

oh no theyre fighting :((

HELP THE GUY STILL FOCUSED ON THE KIND OF OTTER IT IS

damn :(( theyre fightng :(( the gays are fighting im devastated bro

TODD SHOULD BE THE ONE TO BE PUNCHED IN THE FACE IM GONNA PUNCH TODD

oH NO NIMONA NOOOOO ODHWOFJEID

OH LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!

oh no Nimona :(((

oh she flipped the table

‘And I’m the monster?’ :((((

bro :(( this is so sad

awww Ballister suggesting they go over the wall together to make her feel better

aww !! theyre bonding !!

so u killed her cuz u couldnt stop being narrow-minded

DID SHE JUST STAB AMRBOSIUS NOOOOOOOO FUDE NO AMBROSIUS WTF

oh its Nimona

HELP THE DIRECTOR’S FACE WHEN NIMONA SHAPESHIFTED BACK

oh hey theyre playing Monopoly but magic

oh hey they posted it on their version of youtube

dancing shark !!! aww theyre so cute

oh shit Ambrosius is mad !!!

bro the director killed the queen dont listen to her !!

oh theyre happy :)) but something’s gonna happen n then they wont be happy :((

LIAR !! IT IS HER !! but damnit she is indeed a shapeshifter but no !!

bro everyone’s mistrusting each other now

ITS A TRAP ITS A TRAP ITS A TRAP

Ambrosius u ggot it all wrong !!! no !!! NOOOO !!!!!!!!

what is that scroll

she is just a child !!

‘Because I love you’ !!!!! OHO SHIT BRO TODD SAW IM GONNA KILL TODD

oh shit oh my god holy shit i

?? Todd bro leave

omg was she Gloreth’s friend ?? but that was thousands of years ago?? how old is Nimona ??

who is this blonde girl

oh no :(( SHES A CHILD

bro the villagers were the one who set it on fire

omg yeah it is Gloreth

BRO <//3 I CANNOT BELIEVE

oh shit whats happening

shut the FUCK up todd

um what is that

oooh its like a giant shadowy mass

oh thats kinda cool actually but i feel so bad for Nimona :((

bro the institute sucks man

she’s just trying to get to the statue of Gloreth

!! NIMONA DONT DIE !!

LETS GO BALLISTER STOP HER FROM KILLING HERSELF

youre not alone Nimona :(( yyoure not alone sobbing shaking crying youre not alone !!!

???? stfu director u killed the queen for noth

AMBROSIUS ?!?!?!

oooh now she’s the opposite of the shadow thing very cool

?? wait she’s still alive right

bro what where is she ?!?!?! theres no way she died ?!?!

oh the wall is broken

THEYRE GAY !! LETS GO THEYRE TOGETHER THEY KISSED

ooh they go beyond the wall now very cool

starts crying that drawing is so cute wtf

damn the lair was left in the same way they left it that night

!! oh nice she’s there awesome

this is a banger credits song

i wanna read the comic now

#nimona

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Hello user @small-raindrops-blog :D !! How are youuyuuuuuu?????!!!!! D’you know your old content of sergeant? If you don’t mind, could I request Sergeant just like.. interacting with people?? And like living his daily life? :) sorry, I just lovedlovedloved the way you wrote his character!

The chitchats of birds

No pairings/Gen

Fandom: Hades

Word count: 1.7

Summary: a day in the house.

Warnings: no beta, cursing, some drinking, homesickness

Notes: Hi! I’m doing great! I hope you’re doing great too! No need for apologies! I'm glad you like Sergeant! It always makes me happy to hear ppl like how write characters.

To the person who requested the Melinoe fic, I am working on it and should out by tomorrow!

I am still taking requests so if you got one, feel free to send it.

Enjoy!

Zagreus

There was something about the kid that made Sergeant wish that he could give him a bowl of stew or take a break or something. Zagreus was always on the move, a lingering burnt footprint that was often the only proof he was there at all.

Sergeant eyed the floor as he headed to his post by Queen Persephone’ garden, there were no footprints yet so that meant the boy was still out and about. With a quick tip of his hat, he greeted the ever solemn Lady Nyx and she nodded after a moment.

It was a victory really, that such a classy lady even acknowledged him.

It was a few hours (Minutes? Days? Heaven help him, Sergeant will never understand how time works in this place.) when Zagreus appeared, bold and quick as always.

“Hey there, friend.” Sergeant greeted him easily. “If you’re looking for your mama, she hasn't come by yet.”

Zagreus shook his head, pausing in front of Sergeant. “No, I am actually here for you, Sir.”

“Oh?”

“This might be rude but I was wondering about that gun of yours.” Zagreus pointed to it, “It isn’t like the one I have. And I was hoping you might let me try it.”

Sergeant raised an eyebrow, wary of handing over his weapon to a newbie. “Do ya know how to prep it? I’ve seen that monster you have and this gun ain’t anything like that one.”

Zagreus shook his head, “Show me how?” He gave Sergeant a bright and hopeful grin. It reminded him of his own sisters that he left behind, back when they wanted Sergeant to buy them more sweets. He gave in, just to get his mind off the faint ache in his chest.

Later he and Zagreus stared at the smoking hole in the banner. He could feel the hard disapproving stare of Lady Nyx. There would be no greeting for him tomorrow. Or for a while.

Then the banner caught fire.

Wordlessly Zagreus gave Sergeant his gun back.

Dusa

Sergeant was a bit ashamed to admit that at first he was creeped out by the floating head monster, her green snakes coiled and looked ready to attack. She had looked like one of the monsters he would read about in books.

Only he found out she was the most darling little creature. One that worked far too hard. Sergeant’s Ma had always made him help out with chores, it was a family rule that everyone pulled their own weight and it felt right down disrespectful to watch a small thing work so hard.

“Are you sure ya don’t want some help, miss Dusa?” Sergeant called out, his eyes following her as she swept the floors of ashes from the burnt banner. Yellow eyes blinked at him, and she gave him an easy grin. One of her snake’ tongue flicked, its eyes on Sergeant.

“I got it, Sir Sergeant. I have been doing this longer than you've been alive, you know?” She kept her voice light, a gentle reprimand. She never stopped moving, the boom going back and forward.

Sergeant nodded, “Yes, ma’am. But you come get me if there is something I can ever do for you, alright?”

“Yes, of course.” Dusa said with a smile but Sergeant knew she didn’t mean it, already turning away to go to her next task.

One of the snakes uncoiled, watching him. Carefully, Sergeant gave it a nod.

The snake returned it.

Thanatos

When he was a child, he saw pictures of the grim reaper. How the scythe would loom over the doomed humans.

Sergeant wondered if Thanatos was the reason for the scythe or if that was before even the god of death. He just wished he knew how to ask without coming off as a noisy mortal.

“Sir Sergeant.” A deep voice broke his thought and Sergeant blinked in surprise then he flashed a grin at the god that floated closer.

“Lord Thanatos.” Sergeant greeted, trying to keep his drawl out his voice. He still didn’t understand where he stood with Thanatos. He knew he was probably just another mortal to him but Thanatos kept coming by.

“I heard what happened with Zagreus.” Thanatos said, his golden eyes silding over the now ruined banner. Sergeant winced.

“He has a talent for getting others in trouble.” Thanatos continued. “I should know.”

Sergeant paused, not sure where this was going but it didn’t sound like Thanatos was upset.

“Sounds like a story.” Sergeant replied, tipping his hat.

Thanatos huffed out a laugh, “You have no idea. You should get Zagreus to tell you sometimes.”

With that he vanished.

Sergeant let out a breath and murmured. “That wasn’t vague at all.”

Hypnos

“Say it again.” Hypnos ordered Sergeant, blocking a yawn with the back of his hand. Sergeant had to do the same, already feeling a little sleepy. He rolled his eyes, but he decided to obey. If nothing else, it might be worth a laugh.

“Y’all.” Sergeant repeated slowly, maybe laying his drawl on a little thick. But it was worth it to see the bemused look on Hypnos’ face as the god tilted his head.

Hypnos wasn’t the only one confused by Sergeant’ accent but he was the only one blunt enough to talk about it. Admittedly, Sergeant had to train himself to speak more clearly. Orders aren't any good if no one understood a lick of it.

“Y’all.” Hypnos said with a cheerful grin, his heavy lidded eyes bright. There were dark circles under his eyes but it didn’t look unpleasant on him. It suited him, giving the god a soft, sleepy appearance.

Sergeant nodded, returning the grin.“Yup, ya got it, my friend.”

He liked Hypnos, even with his bad jokes and very unhelpful advice. He reminded Sergeant of his sisters in a way that didn’t hurt. Hypnos was annoying in a way that only a younger sibling could be and made the everlasting ache his chest hurt just a little less.

“Sergeant. I don’t suppose you could teach me some slang? I heard you call that one shade a scallywag. What is that? Is it a bad thing? Why is that a bad thing?”

Sergeant let out a sigh. Exactly like a younger sibling.

Megarea + Achilles

It was Achilles’ turn to buy the drinks and Sergeant looked forward to it. One of the cooks was sweet on the man and always gave an extra bit of wine in their cups. And sometimes snacks.

Sergeant grabbed the cards and began shuffling them as Meg scoffed at the sight of the cook leaning across the bar to speak to Achilles. Achilles kept a respectful distance, his smile very carefully polite.

“It’s pathetic.” Her full mouth twisted, but it added to her pretty face. The meanness of it suited Meg, oddly enough. “Achilles only has eyes for Patroclus. Everyone knows that.”

“I still haven’t met this Patroclus.” Sergeant said, dealing out the cards. “I told Achilles to bring him to the next poker night.”

Meg flipped her ponytail over her shoulder, “Good luck. Patroclus doesn’t like coming here, he tries to stay away from gods and crowds. The one time I met him, he said he had enough of both when alive.”

“Fair enough.” Sergeant understood. Before he died, he often thought about buying a farm in the middle of nowhere once the war was over. He thought about what animals to buy, crops to plant and a faint hope for another warm body next to his, of waking up to a smile.

But god- or the fates he supposed- had different plans for him.

Achilles came over, a grimace on his handsome face. He handed over the drinks, and Sergeant muttered his thanks. The wine was much better than the cheap alcohol he was used to. And he will only call what he used to have in his flask alcohol becasue fuck if he knew if it was rum or vodka or just straight up gasoline. It was nasty but got the job done.

“I think we have to change where we do this if this keeps up.” Achilles grumbled as he picked up the cards and his blue eyes narrowed. Meg picked up her cards and Sergeant did as well.

“You know what might help?” Sergeant said lightly, “Bring your sweetheart in, I’m sure it will get the shade to back off.”

“Nice try.” Achiles said but there was a thoughtful look in his eyes. Meg glanced at him with a faint smirk on her painted lips and he just grinned.

Sergeant and Meg both stopped smiling when they lost to a very smug Achilles.

Lady Nyx

Sergeant made sure to walk quietly as he left the lounge. His eyes silded over where the burnt remains of the banner rested and will stay there until Dusa was able to get a new one in.

He knew that little misadventure would be coming out of his paycheck. At least he won some of his money back from Achilles.

“Sir Sergeant?” Lady Nyx called out.

Immediately, he straightened and turned to her, taking his hat off and placing it on his chest. He may be off the clock but he had manners. The goddess was a true lady. He didn’t know much but he knew how one should act around someone like lady Nyx.

“Yes, my lady?” Sergeant repiled, keeping his voice low.

Lady Nyx studied him for a quiet moment, her elegant face unreadable to him. The roses surrounded her, and Sergeant wished for a moment he was one of those fella that knew and understood all those fancy artworks because right now, Lady Nyx looked like a painting to him.

“I need to offer you an apology, Sir Sergeant.” Lady Nyx said.

Sergeant blinked, that wasn’t what he expected her to say. She saw his confusion and she looked over to where the burnt banner was. Sergeant followed her.

“I will speak to Zagreus about this. He shouldn’t have been careless, especially since he knew better than to get a worker in trouble.” Lady Nyx said with a sigh.

Sergeant shook his head as she glanced at him. “Lady Nyx, I take full responsibility for the damage. The boy- the prince was simply curious about my weapon. He didn’t understand what it could do.”

She gave him a doubtful look, her painted mouth pursed. And he couldn’t have that. It really wasn’t Zagreus’ fault. It was his weapon, and anything that happened was on his shoulders alone.

“It was no one’s fault but my own.” He said firmly. “But I do appreciate your words, Ma’am.”

There was a moment of silence as Sergeant and Lady Nyx stared each other down. Then she gave a faint nod, “You may go, Sir Sergeant.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

Sergeant bowed as he placed his hat back on and with a fintal nod, he turned and walked off.

Once he was in his own private room, he let his body slumped onto the bed. One of the last thoughts he had was, I really need to get them to stop using sir and sergeant together like that.

#Sergeant tag #Sargent tag

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rhokisb · 1 year

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A Note to You, Now that You're Gone

Hey babe,

Just me again. Still thinking of you every single day. Still wondering where you ended up. If you're watching from your palace in the stars. If you're still dancing on cosmic dust. If you're laughing at our struggles from beyond.

I got little G some presents for Christmas. Sent it to grandma's house. I signed it Tante Lala. I hope he remembers. "Hi Lala!"

Sal's here for Christmas. I did good. Held it together until we got home tonight. That's when I really started to miss you.

Remember when you were pregnant with little man and we went to the maternity store together and I bought those pregnancy leggings and tried on the "baby bump" so we could take a picture of us bumping together? It's still one of my favorite memories. It was one of the last times I saw you while you were still home. I wore those tonight. Nothing was stopping me from turkey and ham. You would have loved dinner tonight. If you moved back you could have come.

I wish I could send you a Christmas message this year. I wish I could call you now, with this headache and heartache, and just lay on the floor screaming "FUCK" with you. In my heart of hearts I know that this year would have been torture for you. I know that HE probably wouldn't have let you see little man for Christmas. I know it would have been more heartache. I understand why you aren't here with us anymore. I do. I really do.

It doesn't make it stop hurting though. I still feel like I failed you, that I wasn't there for you enough, that I should have tried harder to come and see you when you said things were really bad.

I got him Minecraft stuff. A plush dog and a Ghast shooter. I'm not gonna lie, I just...really want little G to annoy the shit out of them with it. I thought you might get a kick out of it if you're up there watching us all.

I choose to believe that you have your phone wherever you are. I send you funny videos almost every day. I Snapchat you. I re-read our texts over and over again. Maybe one day I'll be able to show little man how funny we were and how much joy you brought to everyone who knew you.

I'm so mad I can't tell you about the family drama this year. You'd be howling. Probably be telling me to let it go and to stop being so dramatic, but you know me. I wish I could tell you about how this summer went--despite it being shitty after...you know...you left us. I'd love to send you photos of Sticky and how much she loves me. She pulled me out of the pit, this little 5-year-old saved me more than she'll ever know. Every time she comes and sits with me I just wrap her in my arms and hug her so tight. I know you're not supposed to pick favorites but I have to admit she's mine. I'll do anything for her for the rest of her life. Beans too, of course, but Sticky and me got something special. She reminds me a lot of you. I think you'd even agree if you got to meet her. Little firecracker. I hope that if/when Little G gets to come visit I can introduce them. They're only a few weeks apart in age, and I could see them getting along. Who knows. Maybe your sister will get custody and then they can be besties.

I'll watch "Filth" and "Party Monster" and "Love Actually" this year again. I'll probably still live text you while doing so. I watched "Sinister" recently and laughed at buddy's depression sweater. I asked your mom to grab yours when she cleaned out your apartment. Not sure if she found it or not. I haven't been to see her yet. We both agreed things were still too fresh and we were still both too angry about...everything. But soon. I promise soon.

I hope that, wherever you are, you get to spend this Christmas with Little G. I hope he feels your love surrounding him this year. I hope he knows that you will always be with him. Keeping him safe. Watching over him.

We got things here on the ground, Momma-Bear. The fight isn't over. Not by a long shot.

I love you endlessly, Mags. Forever and always. You're my best friend, that's never going to change. Not in a million years would that ever change. So wait for me. Don't get distracted up there. I'll see you in time.

#personal #best friend #bff #grief #loveyou #missyou #merrychristmas

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shebsart · 5 years

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“Brother, please say my name.”

“We don’t have names.”

Day 23: Nameless children

#inktober #inktober 2019 #naoki urasawa's monster #monster #anna liebert #johan liebert #anime #manga #my art #fanart #i drew them again for inktober!#this scene is still so fresh in my mind #it had such an eerie and dark setting #and very packed emotionaly #HEY EVERYONE REMINDER THAT YOU SHOULD WATCH/READ MONSTER

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE.

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down.

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao.

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.”

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf.

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels.

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons.

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be.

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

#father of mine bonus content #father of mine #bruce wayne x daughter #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batman x daughter #batman x daughter!reader #bruce wayne's daughter #batman's daughter #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd reader insert #red hood reader insert #clark kent x platonic!reader #superman x platonic!reader

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threemothsinsweaters · 2 years

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After you seeing talking about less unhinged / crazy Emmet and more sad / soft Emmet, I am reminded of how I still have to figure out how I depict him in my head myself. Because like... I definetly DO get the feeling he is the more loose canon, especially in comparison to Ingo, and depending on the characterization he is also so EXTREMELY blunt it's hysterical because 99 percent of the time it comes of as rude (That fucking ... Manga panel of him speedwalking towards a trainer like "I am here to eavesdrop" lives rent free in my brain)... But I also just feel like he genuinly just isn't as... Mean spirited as people sometimes portray him you feel me? My current take is genuinly well meaning and good guy with absolutely NO filter whatsoever, which results in instances where he may walk up to you after a lost battle all "I am Emmet. :D You fought veeerrrry bad." But if you actually stick around after that and ask what went wrong he will not hesitate to give you genuinly good advice on how to improve after that, no "Trade secret " stuff whatsoever, he enjoys helping people but just can't not always say what he means whatsoever. Dunno where I was going with this honestly, I just kind of want some input from other people on this because I think characterization comparisons are neat.

Yes

I agree to all of that

Ppl like making him an absolute murder machine when anyone does as much as breathes in Ingo's direction and while sometimes its fun to watch, to see characters crash and burn in fics, it should be the au exception made for fun sometimes, like those shitty serial killer angst aus every fandom has, not how everyone portrays him everywhere and always

I like reading/writing unhinged Emmet sometimes, but only sometimes, and even then I don't pretend like he's always like that.

Also how obsessive so many ppl make him is simply weird and uncomfortable at this point

Like, so many people say "shippers dni" and then turn around and make Emmet borderline glued to Ingo and refusing to go more than two steps away while threatening everyone who does as much as looks at them, and its just.... Weird. Uncomfortable. Feels kinda messed up. It doesn't feel like sibling relationship anymore, because they make him way too obsessed and weird.

And yet they don't see anything wrong with it? Because hey, there's the dni tag, that means they can write what they want and pretend they don't see it as weird in any way despite it being weird af, right?

I seen too many fics with "shippers dni" tags that I clicked on only to find something that was borderline shipping but the author swore up and down its just how siblings are, making me have to leave the fic feeling mildly disturbed because how can they think that this is healthy sibling behavior? How can they think that it's normal in any way?

I wish it wasn't as normalized because seeing it so often is simply so uncomfortable at this point.

Ppl forget that Emmet is just a human at the end of the day, a happy train nerd who loves pokemon and trains and battling, someone who simply misses his brother and that's it. Not a monster killer machine.

He's not a villain, he's a sad, desperate man, but not a villain.

And sure, he's all smiley all the time, but that doesn't excuse making him act crazy like this. I see his smile more as a reassuring thing to make sure people know he means no harm rather than "I will laugh while breaking your bones"

Idk its just my opinion though

I just need more stories where Emmet is shown as a human.

Not a monster.

#submas #pokemon submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo

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mara-xx217 · 3 years

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i fell in love with the monster's favorite and i read it so many times. may i request a trickster x reader. to me because of his eyes it reminds me of a snake, naga trickster x female reader she goes on a hiking trip / camping trip, he kills off her friends and saves her for last and keeps her as his pet and uses her for breeding.

thank you. :)

He's like a viper, poised and ready to strike his prey at any moment. Very appropriate for his character IMO

Warnings: Depictions of Death, Kidnapping, Monster Genitalia, Rape/Non-Con, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Mentions of Suicide and Infanticide, Stockholm Syndrome

It was past due for you to go on a little vacation. Work is becoming monotonous and grating, and you haven’t had the chance to spend much time with your girlfriends in the past… well, for the past year now. Life always seemed to get in the way, but this time, all of you came together and decided to take a break from it all. No internet, no worrying about work, far from modern civilization. A camping trip…

At first, you were hesitant. A camping trip? Really? But, then again… Why not? You did need a change of scenery, and what better place to unwind from modern life’s stresses than the great outdoors? And besides, it was a helluva lot cheaper than taking an actual vacation…

It took a few months of planning, but all five of you managed to take the same week off. Someone rented a van for you all to pile into, and that hours-long drive was some of the most fun that you’ve had in years. Everyone took turns driving, and by the time it was your turn, the sun was already setting low on the horizon. It was dark by the time you five reached the camp grounds, and it was a unanimous decision to just sleep in an uncomfortable pile in the van until morning. Someone’s gonna get hurt if we go out and try to pitch a tent in the dark! Someone had said. Maybe that would have been true, but maybe if someone did get hurt, things would have been different…

The first red flag should have been the lack of song birds and chirping insects in the early morning hours. Everyone was so excited to see one another again that no one really noticed, not even you. Tents were set up without a hitch, and the surrounding forest was explored. Nothing terribly out of the ordinary was discovered, initially. Around sundown, one of your friends went off to use the bathroom, only to start shouting: “HEY! UH, COME HERE A SEC!”

“Oh God, what is it?”

“Better not be a dead animal or something…”

“What else could it be..?”

“C’mon, let's go see…”

When you reached your friend, she was crouched down, a stick in hand. Before you could wonder what she was doing, she lifts something with the stick. What is-? It was a massive strand of dead, dry skin with a clear scale pattern speckled into it. There was a mixture of you gotta be shitting me and what the- how fucking BIG is that damn thing?! in between the five of you. It seemed to only be a small scrap of the skin that was shed from… whatever the hell that thing could be, but whatever it was, it didn’t make any sense. No snake that size is native to this area, so what the fuck?! Someone theorized that maybe someone dropped off a pet snake and it grew to be comically large, but it was just not possible.

Unease grew in your little circle. Something was now clearly off, but it wasn’t just that abnormal skin that was found. It was like the air itself had changed. The happy, carefree atmosphere was now tense and anxious. Someone said it feels like we’re being watched… You wanted desperately to disagree, but… you couldn’t. Somewhere, out in the darkness, someone, or something was watching you and your friends, and you couldn’t be more on edge.

Even though sleep was the furthest from anyone’s minds, everyone settled down into their tents for the night. You were becoming increasingly more and more paranoid, double and even triple checking to make sure that your tent was zipped up correctly and that no uninvited guests had snuck into your sleeping bag. Your friend laughed and said aren’t you being a little paranoid? You laughed, too, albeit nervously. I-I guess so…

You should have looked harder.

Everything was fine when you got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. You swear it was fine! All of your friends were sleeping soundly, some snoring loud enough for you to hear it outside of their tent, even. You assumed everything was fine. That’s why you left them alone for less than three minutes. Three minutes… Maybe less, you’re not completely sure, but in such a short amount of time, your life completely changed forever.

On the surface, nothing had changed when you returned from the forest. It was still quiet, and the fact that your tent was unzipped didn’t even cross your mind. When you took your first step inside, however…

SQUELCH!

You recoiled in disgust and shock. W-What the-?! Then you smelled it.

A thick, rich coppery scent stuck to the roof of your mouth, forcing you to gag involuntarily. With shaking hands, you take out the flashlight you had stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie and- !?!

How could there be so much blood..? Your friend- she- her throat- she’s been-!! Panicked breaths caught in the back of your throat. You need to scream. You have to scream! The others..! Back peddling from the gory scene in front of you, you struggle to fight through your shock. A-Are they all-? Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement. You should run. You should scream. You should do something- fucking anything other than stand there like a deer in the headlights, but you can’t. You’re completely frozen in fear. There is something in the other tent…

Whatever it was, it was fucking big, from how it was pressing into the thin fabric of the tent. The way it was coiling and almost writhing… It was almost reminiscent of… of a snake… You couldn’t hold the light straight. Even though you needed to move, you couldn’t get your body to snap out of its stupor. You were going to die. You were going to die and no one would find your body. This- Is really it..?

The movement stopped. Your vital organs all fell to your feet. A sudden rush of vertigo sends you off balance, making the world tip and tilt on its axis. Then- O-Oh s-shit it’s COMING OUT-!! Your throat squeezes shut as the torn flap to the tent is shifted to the side as that… thing slowly re-emerges from what is surely a horrific blood bath.

Even though you’re staring directly at it, you can’t make anything out. Nothing makes sense. It- This- A… person..? No, t-that can’t be right. R-Right..? You lose your balance, falling flat on your ass. Your vision narrows, blackening around its corners. Tears prick your eyes. Someone murdered your friends, and you’re gonna be next…

Whoever, or whatever this is, they are much, much bigger than you anticipated. It was like there was no end to their height. They just got taller and taller, until you were completely dwarfed by their size. Gold and silver scales twinkled in the trembling light, catching your eye and making you feel even more disoriented. They lowered themselves, causing your blood to freeze in your veins. I’m going to die..! Everything slowed. Your heart, your breath, the creature’s moments; it all seemed to stop when you finally met its eyes.

Golden and reactive to the light that was shining in its face, it may look human, but God… those eyes… You couldn’t look away. They were as beautiful as they were terror inducing. But… something isn’t right. This… thing is covered in the blood of your friends but… it isn’t attacking you. In fact, it’s smiling at you.

“So, it was you… I’m so happy to finally meet you…” Blood rushed to your head, making you feel even more disoriented and lightheaded. It… spoke? But, what does it mean by “finally meet you”..?

“I thought you were beautiful from a distance, but to see you this close... “A heavy sigh softens it’s features, eyes fluttering as though it was looking at its long-lost love or something. Now that you’ve gotten a better look at it, it clearly looks human, but… that tail… No, you weren’t going crazy. This thing is a bonafide monster, and you’re completely helpless against it. You’re unable to form a coherent thought, let alone actual words. When the creature shifted even closer, you squealed in fear, attempting to back pedal, but failing as your waist was suddenly grabbed by strong arms.

“A-Ah! W-Wait..! It’s alright, now! I’ve taken care of your competition, so you won’t have to worry about anyone getting in the way anymore!” You froze. W-What..? Competition? Your friends… competition..?! What did it mean by “competition?!”

It was now laying flush on top of you, crushing you underneath it’s weight. Its lower half coiled around your squirming legs, effective pinning you in place. You didn’t have any wiggle room left. It was mere inches from your face, eyes shining in the dim moonlight. Even in the dark, you could see how wide its pupils were blown, almost unnaturally so. It parted it's dark coloured lips, allowing a long, forked tongue to slide out and flick into the space just beside your cheek.

The low, inhuman groan that reverberated in its chest shook you to the core. Fear and the increasing pressure sneaking up your body was becoming too much to bear. At this rate, I’m g-gonna-!! Your panicked breaths came shallower and shallower as your vision began to blacken. Will you faint? Or is this truly the end for you..? You secretly hoped that you would be killed before anything worse could happen.

Your legs reflexively kicked out, causing your attacker to tighten its grip on your lower half. It wrapped its arms around your neck, squeezing just right to make your vision blacken even further. Slipping unconscious, you could have sworn you heard someone humming faintly, almost comfortingly. It must be your imagination, though. A simple trick of your mind as it’s starved for oxygen. This is it, right? It’s finally over…

…

Groggy, sore, stiff, uncomfortable… Were your eyes open? My eyes..? I’m- Am I..? You tried to touch your face, but ended up slapping yourself hard on the cheek. That hurt! Wait- hurt..? I’m… alive?!

You attempted to rise but were unable to, held in place by a strong grip on your legs. Oh God…

“Ah! You’re awake! Good… I was getting rather impatient.” Your heart skipped a beat before rising to your throat.

“W-Wha-..?” Fear strangled your voice, making you wheeze as you struggled to regulate your breathing. You- You need to get out of here..! You’re gonna d-

“I’ve waited so long for you to find me…” A claw tipped finger traced the outline of your face, leaving you ticklish and jumpy. “It was unbearable waiting for you to wake up… I could hardly keep my hands to myself, you know…” The finger drags down to your throat, stopping just above your jugular. Your heartbeat skyrocketed as its pupils dilated, colour rising to its cheeks as it leans in towards your neck.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak… All you could do was stare a hole into the rock wall as it’s shuddering breath washes over your vulnerable throat.

“I-I’ve wanted this so long… I- I…” Your blood curdling scream echoes off the cave walls as the beast sinks its fangs into your soft flesh. It waited for you to reawaken so it could eat you alive. How cruel… Tears streamed down your face as you weakly hit at its back and shoulders.

A heated groan muffled by your throat warms your chilled body, making you squirm and gasp. You.. aren’t dead yet..? Panting, your flailing ceases as you go limp into its arms. Your entire body is flushed with heat and dizzying weakness. Everything is disorienting and fuzzy feeling, like you’ve been wrapped in a warm blanket while running a high fever. You bat your eyelashes, trying vainly to regain some of your senses.

You’re lowered on your back gently, as though you were made of glass. The creature releases its hold of your neck, tongue flicking out to taste your blood and sweat. It… didn’t hurt anymore. Nothing did. You just feel hot and weird. A hand went to your cheek, gently stroking it with the back of thin, dainty fingers. Blinking rapidly, you focus your gaze onto the creature’s face, getting your first unimpeded look at it.

It… looks perfectly human. Soft, ruby red lips, sharp and angular cheekbones, pale skin, and short silvery hair that fell messily into its face… It- He was handsome… Your fingers twitched. Were you poisoned? Surely, you must be. There is no way in hell you would be feeling so… aroused in a situation like this under normal circumstances.

“Oh… aren’t you beautiful, my dear little mate?~” He cooed, nuzzling into your cheek. “You taste as good as you smell…” Something inside of you twitched. M-Mate..? Did he say mate..? A hand was placed on your lower abdomen, rubbing the soft fabric of your hoodie in small circles. Something in his eyes changed. There was a wild glint, something primal, animalistic about the way he’s looking at you. It was almost like he was salivating at the thought of… of…

The hand moves lower, pushing up both your hoodie and thin tank top you were wearing underneath. You opened your mouth, wanting to protest, wanting to scream, wanting to say something- anything- but your tongue was too heavy to articulate a tangible sentence. His long, wet tongue slid up your torso, stopping just shy of the valley of your breasts. A part of you regretted not wearing a bra to bed, but it was undeniable that another part of you was growing more and more excited with each exploratory touch that was placed onto your heated skin.

You screwed your eyes shut as that tongue lapped at your now exposed chest, gasping as you felt the coil in your gut tighten immensely. Hot tears welled in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed and hypersensitive. As he rolled his tongue over one of your hardened nipples, you squeak, involuntarily bucking your hips upwards. You felt sick as this creature all but purred into your sternum, running a clawed hand through your tangled hair.

“You have such soft skin… Ohh… you’ll be a wonderful mother to our children…” Your ears begin to ring as your stomach drops. Wha- ?!?

Something hard and wet pressed into your lower abdomen, just above your belly button. Your heart began to slam against your rib cage. Oh God..! Please no..! You clumsily push against his shoulders, far too weak to fight back against the much stronger monster that’s now rolling its erection onto your bare navel. You whine and whimper, squirming and struggling as your sweatpants and underwear were roughly yanked down.

The more you wiggled underneath him, the more excited the beast became. You were laid bare, writhing and curling in on yourself from how exposed you felt. His cock was pressed against your outer thigh, twitching expectantly. Your legs were maneuvered until they were positioned on either side of his elongated body. This isn’t happening… Slender fingers traced your jawline, drifting down to your collarbone, then lower to your navel. Placing his palm flat just above your pubic bone, you felt that monster’s cock glide against your sensitive folds.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you felt something rough, bordering on sharp, scrape against your sex. Your fight to push him off is renewed, regardless of how pointless it truly was. It was like he wasn’t even acknowledging your struggles against him, almost pretending that you were as wanting as he was.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth, choking you as it reached well past your gag reflex. Just as it was becoming difficult to breathe, it was mercifully pulled out, leaving you breathless and coughing. Thick cords of smooth, scaly muscle were wrapped around your torso, holding you snuggly. His hand is dragged lower, taking hold of his member and lining it up with your slick entrance. No… Please don’t…!

“D-Don’t worry… it will only hurt for a moment, then we’ll have a family..! Isn’t it exciting?!” He purrs as he pressed firmly into your womanhood. No-! DON’T!!

“…p-plea-ase… d-don- A-Ah-?! OH GOD-!!!”

Your head snaps back as you wail in agony. Never had you felt so violated in your entire life. It hurts like hell. Burns…! Oh God, I’m being torn to shreds..! You screwed your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as a sob threatens to escape your lips. Above you, the creature shudders, his body tightening around your own as he forcefully bottoms out inside of you. You feel like you’re going to vomit as the head of his cock bumps into your cervix. You fully expected him to immediately start fucking you, only… he didn’t.

Pausing after he’s filled you to the hilt, he takes your face in his hands, stroking your tear-stained cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Shh, the hard part’s over… Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you what you need…” He whispered against your lips as he rolled his hips forwards.

You wanted to say it was painful, that it was completely unenjoyable. That the moans and groans slipping out of your open mouth wasn’t because it felt so so soo damn good..! He was rutting directly into your cervix, making your entire body jump and revolt against your will. You didn’t have much wiggle room, due to the tight hold he had around your waist. Legs reflexively kicking out, your body stiffened as the first of many orgasms wracked your frame, causing your mate to coo and moan over how tightly you were squeezing him and how much you must want to bear his children.

God knows you don’t want it. You don’t want to mother this monster’s offspring! You don’t want it! You don’t-! Oh GOD IT HAS TO STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP STOP PLEASE MAKE IT STOP PLEASE PLEASE DON’T- DON’T-! ANYTHING BUT THAT PLEASE STOP-!!!

“HAA-..! T-That’s it..! I- Oh my darling-! NGGHH! Our children w-will be p-perfect- beautiful- HAA..!” Saliva pooled against your collarbone as he nipped at your marked neck. His pace had become sloppy, and at this rate he’ll..! He’s-! He’s going to-!!

“NOO!!! S-STOP IT! DON’T-!! NOT INSIDE PLEASE NO-! HA-?! NNGHH-!?!” You choke on your plea as the pressure around your waist grows two-fold, squeezing the air out of you as the monster rutting into your core releases his thick and heavy seed deep inside of your aching cunt. Tears streamed down your face as you reached your own climax, your walls milking everything that cock has to offer.

Somehow, you just knew that you were going to get pregnant. If it wasn’t from the first time he cummed inside of you, it was most likely the thirteenth time that was the one that sealed the deal. You hoped it wasn’t true, but when you missed your period, and slowly but surely, your eating habits started to change and your abdomen started to swell, you knew that this was the end.

You wouldn’t be getting away. Thoughts of killing yourself and the baby had crossed your mind several times, especially during the first few turbulent months of your new life. But then again… You learned things about your mate. Ji-Woon… You learned where he came from, the hardships he had faced, all the lonely years, only then to find you.

You learned that the only reason why you were the only one of your friend group to be spared was because you were ovulating. Funny, isn’t it? You wanted to cry, but you didn’t feel any anger or disgust, anymore. For a while, you felt nothing. Nothing for your mate or the life growing inside of you other than sheer emptiness.

But now, slowly but surely, a warmth has begun to spread throughout your body whenever you feel the baby shift or kick inside of you. You feel a strange sense of pride whenever your mate curls around you protectively, cooing and simply awestruck that he’s going to be a father soon. A part of you doesn’t know if you can forgive him for what he has done, but… Maybe… it could be worse… You’re taken care of, you have someone that loves you dearly, and within the next few weeks, you’re going to be a mother.

Isn’t it exciting?

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Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

———————————————————————

Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

——————————————————————-

Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

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If you loved this series as much as I did, you can check out the prequel here!

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