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artemis32 · 6 months

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Duplicity

Dabi / Touya Todoroki x reader (ft. Tomura Shigaraki & Keigo Takami)

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First fic in yonks, and it's a dark one (seriously. read the warnings)

i have three other fics i'm working on that i'm hoping to have done in the next week or two :))

word count - 7.5k

tw: dark content, noncon / dubcon (mostly noncon), (pseudo) incest??, yandere, threesome, gangbang, vaginal sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), throat fucking, slapping (not in a sexy way), praise, degradation, they're all pretty mean, voyeurism, choking (not in a sexy way), Dabi is called Touya pretty much the entire fic, and he has a Jacob's ladder, the big dick Shiggy agenda continues, violence, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it kids), chasing, Touya has a thing for tits, some head injury (reader should really have that checked out), Keigo's kinda just there for the vibes tbh

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The mumble is dejected, barely uttered under your breath, and promptly followed by a heavy huff.

Your day had been hell personified, to put it lightly.

A slew of unfortunate events had been what made up your day, bad luck from the moment you’d opened your eyes that morning - late, might I add.

All of your bad luck had culminated into what had probably been the worst day of your life, and to top it all off, you’d been forced to walk home in the rain. Twenty minutes of trudging down a bunch of empty streets saw your already terrible mood plummet, becoming ten times worse.

You’d been looking forward to the day’s end - all you wanted was to get home, for some peace and quiet and whatever leftovers you could find shoved in the back of the fridge.

That’s why, right now, you feel yourself itching with barely concealed irritation.

There, sat far too comfortably on the sofa, was your brother.

Step brother.

As if you’d ever call that waste of space your brother.

Worse still was the fact that he had two of his creep-fest friends with him.

That wasn’t what annoyed you, although you hated that they had decided to spend their time here instead of elsewhere.

No, what annoyed you most was-

“You couldn’t have picked me up? I had to walk in the rain. Twenty minutes Touya!”

He glances over at you, barely registering your words, his attention more focused on the game he’s playing with one of his friends - the blue haired one who has a habit of seemingly undressing you with his eyes everytime you see him.

You shiver in slight disgust as he eyes you up.

“And? How’s that my problem?”

You groan in frustration, kicking off your shoes in the entryway and stomping up the stairs towards your room.

“Fucking stupid, waste of space, dumbass, idiot - I’ll shove that damn controller up your ass.”

You take a deep breath, calming yourself.

It’s fine. This is fine.

After you’ve calmed yourself and changed out of your soaked clothing, you head downstairs again, pausing on the landing to stare out the window.

The rain pelts down in thick sheets, so heavy you can barely see beyond the window.

You preoccupy yourself with grabbing something to eat, shoving a few slices of leftover pizza onto a plate and into the microwave. While it heats up, a thought hits you and you head back to the living room.

“Hey Touya, when’re mom and dad getting home?”

He doesn’t answer. You wait a while, thinking he’s preoccupied.

Still nothing.

You ask again.

“Touya-”

“Fucking hell!” he yells, slamming his hand down on the coffee table.

The screen flashes as his character dies and Shigaraki snickers next to him.

Touya turns to glower at you.

“Stop bothering me.”

You roll your eyes.

“When’s dad getting home?”

He leans back, flicking at the controller as another round starts up. Shigaraki hands his controller over to Keigo, or Hawks as his friends mockingly call him.

“Eh? He’s not coming home. Him and your mom left for a business trip this morning - didn’t they tell you?”

You still.

A business trip?

You hum out a distracted thanks, heading back into the kitchen as the microwave blares. You grab the still-hot plate before heading back up to your room, crawling under the pile of blankets on your bed.

****

You put the thought of your parents and their last minute business trip out of your mind. Instead, you think about other things.

Like the fact that Touya refused to call your mom ‘mom’.

You didn’t blame him, per se. In fact, it was probably better that he didn’t.

It was just strange - Shouto, Fuyumi and Natsuo all called your mom theirs, so it was always jarring to hear Touya call her ‘your mom’, or even worse, by her first name. But it never seemed to bother her, so you never mentioned it.

It wasn’t as if he was even around often enough for it to be a big deal.

Mostly, he stayed with one of his friends, coming home only when no one else was around or if he needed a change of clothes.

It was an arrangement that suited everyone, though your father never seemed to appreciate his son’s flighty nature.

Whatever, it was none of your business.

All you knew was that whenever he was around, he made your life a living hell.

Before your mom had married his dad, you’d never had any siblings, so the only image you had of that type of relationship before was the stuff you’d seen on tv.

Shouto and Natsuo were nice enough, adopting you as their younger sister. You’d joined their family early enough that it felt as if they really were your siblings - you were barely four years old at the time, two years younger than Shouto.

Fuyumi had smothered you in the beginning, coddling and cooing at you like a pet.

Once the novelty had worn off, she’d become somewhat of a normal older sister, though still far more affectionate than what you expected.

Touya though - he avoided you like the plague, at least for the first few years after you’d been forced to live together. Sometime after your tenth birthday though, he’d turned into your own personal tormentor, teasing you like some stereotypical middle school bully, pulling at your hair, tripping you while you walked up the stairs, locking you in the basement if you went down alone to get something out of your dad’s office. Once or twice, he even managed to get you into a headlock, letting up only once you were seconds away from passing out.

It was horrible, and your siblings stepped in wherever they could.

He seemed to lose interest after a while, settling on slinging insults your way whenever he was near. Eventually even that seemed to lose its appeal, and, as of late, he’d gone back to ignoring your very existence, as he had when you’d first met.

It might have hurt your feelings, if you’d had any type of relationship with him. Now, you were just thankful he wasn’t trying to wrestle you to the ground whenever he saw you.

Your musings are cut short by a loud clap of thunder, and you flinch as the windows rattle.

Thunder never bothered you, but the storm seemed to be getting worse, and in the back of your mind, you registered that Shouto still wasn’t home.

You fidget with the blanket on your lap for a few more moments, trying and failing to distract yourself with your phone. You find yourself tapping Shouto’s contact, calling him before you can think twice.

Most of the time, you were concerned your siblings would find you clingy and annoying, as Touya had no problem reminding you, but you cared for them, and that meant you fretted over every little thing.

You pull at a loose thread on your sweater while the line rings, staring vacantly out the window as rain continues to streak down, blurring the view of the garden.

Will it flood? They might have mentioned something on the weather report this morning. I really should start paying more attention.

“Hello?”

You lurch forward. “Shouto? Hey, what’s up?”

He greets you, asking why you called.

“Well, you aren’t home yet and the weather’s looking pretty bad. I just- I was wondering if you’re coming home tonight?”

If you were talking to anyone else, you’d be worried about sounding pathetic - needy.

But it’s your brother. Your older brother who loves you and would never mock you for your concern.

He hums before answering. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to let you know, I’m staying over at Midoriya’s tonight. We have a project to work on and it’s just easier to stay here for the night.”

“Oh,” you say.

There’s a long pause, neither of you saying anything for a long moment.

“Okay, I just- um, wanted to check in.”

You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together.

“Well, have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He’s about to put the phone down while you scramble to keep him on the line.

“Wait!” you exclaim, “Mom and dad are away on a business trip”

“Yes, I know,” he says evenly.

There ‘s another pause.

“Natsuo should be home soon though - his classes ended about half an hour ago, so you won’t be alone,” he reassures you.

“Okay,” you say, sighing through your nose. “Okay, I- goodnight Sho, see you tomorrow.”

He bids you goodnight once more before ending the call.

You stay still, not moving from your spot for a long moment.

The truth…

The truth was that you weren’t exactly comfortable being alone in the house with Touya. Well, Touya and his friends.

Not that he’d ever done anything beyond bullying you, but - well, you hadn’t been alone with him for more than ten minutes since you were seven years old, and you weren’t eager to try your luck.

Bruises healed, but his scathing words took longer to soothe.

You shake your head.

No.

No, grow up - there’s no need to be so scared. It’s just for one night. And besides, I can just stay in my room and he’ll stay downstairs. Far away from me. And Natsuo will be here. I won’t be alone.

This is fine.

It’s fine.

****

After taking your dishes to the kitchen, you make your way back upstairs and head to the bathroom you and Shouto share, locking the door before stripping and jumping into the shower.

The hot water helps work the knots out of your neck, and you sigh heavily as you stand under the jets of water.

After scrubbing your hair and body, you leave the shower and brush your teeth. Enveloping yourself in a massive towel, you unlock the door and pad over to your bedroom.

A hot shower had unsurprisingly done wonders for your mood, and you felt much better now. Although, a part of you wished you’d properly relaxed and taken a bath instead - you were sure your muscle aches would be a thing of the past if you had.

You stop short in the middle of the hall.

The door is ajar. Your door.

You’d shut it.

Before you went to the bathroom, before you’d gone downstairs to the kitchen, you had shut your door.

Hands shaking, you reach for the handle and push it open.

Nothing.

It’s empty.

You sigh through your nose, closing the door behind you and heading over to your closet.

After changing into your pyjamas - sleep shorts that could just as easily pass as underwear for how short they were, and a ridiculously oversized shirt, stolen from either your father or Natsuo - you head over to the hamper in the corner of your room, dropping your towel into it and-

You let out a strangled sound, and it dies in the back of your throat as you freeze with your hand still outstretched.

Laundry was a chore you kept up to date with at all times, preferring to keep your clothing separate from the rest of your family.

You tended to wash your underwear in a separate load too, so it often took longer to get to.

That being said, you were supposed to do a load today, and there, on top of the full hamper, was a pair of panties.

Your favourite pair.

The lacy white undergarment lay crumpled up, discarded in a hurry. And it was covered in something thick - both creamy and white.

You feel yourself gag.

Anger- No, rage blinds you as you move to the door.

****

You storm downstairs, unthinking as you march into the livingroom and stand with crossed arms in front of the TV, ignoring the indignant yells that follow as both Tomura and Keigo die in the game.

“You’re disgusting.” You spit out, your words venomous and your tone scathing as you keep a tight grip on your soiled underwear.

Touya regards you with a bored, uninterested look, pausing for the briefest moment to eye the panties crumpled in your hand. The two other men take the unprompted disruption as their chance to take a break, Tomura standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

“Hm? Did someone upset the poor sensitive baby?” He asks in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes as he holds out a hand for the controller.

“You and your disgusting degenerate friends are the ones who upset me. Stay out of my room, and keep your goddamn dicks in your pants.” You snap scornfully, glaring down at him.

He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he sits straight and leans forward, his voice dropping an octave as he stares you down intently.

“What?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Don’t ‘what’ me, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Tomura returns from his trip to the bathroom, flopping down on the couch with a grunt as he restarts the game, craning his neck to peer around you at the TV.

“No. I don’t. What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the literal cumstain one of you left on my underwear. Just because none of you have ever felt the touch of a woman doesn’t mean I appreciate you using my underwear to get your rocks off.”

His eyes lighten in amusement at the words, and the smug smirk he wears as he glances at his friends makes your blood boil.

“The kitchen, huh Shiggs? You dirty freak.”

Somehow, you don’t think the words are meant as an insult. The three laugh, ignoring you completely. Keigo even claps the blue haired reprobate on the shoulder in an almost congratulatory gesture.

Rage roars in your ears, and any sense of civility evaporates as you glare at them.

“I’m telling my mom.”

The words, however childish they may be, slip out before you can stop them. It’s all you can think to say at that moment.

Touya pauses, wrinkling his nose in an expression similar to disgust as he scoffs.

“Your mother? Ha, fuck off, I don’t care what she thinks. She’s not my mother. She’s nothing. She’s a brainless bimbo whose only purpose is to spread her legs for my asshat father.”

The words sting more than they should, considering you know they’re not true, and you bite back, uncaring of how you might hurt him as the words spill out of you, trembling hands clenched so tightly your nails dig into your palms, drawing blood.

“Yeah, well, at least she actually loves me. It’s more than you can say for your mother. And at least the rest of the family actually want me around. Fuck, at least Dad looks at me- he’s too disappointed in you to even look at your face.”

Tomura and Keigo’s reactions tell you everything you need to know. You just fucked up. Royally.

The only sound besides the constant battering of rain against the large windows is the sharp intake of breath from Touya’s two friends, and they sit deadstill, staring between the two of you as they wait with bated breath for Touya’s response.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even move.

The room seems frozen in time. No one moves, no words are spoken to break the silence.

You move. The smallest of steps, a miniscule shuffle to the side, towards the staircase.

It seems that’s all he needed.

Touya is on his feet in an instant, darting towards you, but you’re already making a mad dash for the stairs.

He tackles you down before you’ve even made it halfway, grabbing your ankle and jerking you closer midstep. Your forehead collides painfully with the edge of a step and you let out a pained, strangled whimper.

Much of what Touya tells his friends is lost to the ringing in your head. All you really register is him picking you up, feeling near weightless as he carries you past the living room, his friends’ leering gazes digging into your scalp as the two of you descend into the basement.

Your attempt at wriggling out of his arms is pathetic and half-hearted, and when you try to grab at the door frame to halt his movement, he cruelly twists your wrists, his expression unchanging at your cry of pain.

The last thing you see before the basement door closes is the enraptured gleam in Tomura’s eyes.

****

You weren’t ever really allowed in the basement, not that you had a reason to enter the restricted space.

Regardless, you never wanted to be down there. It was cold, and dark, and it sent a stab of unbridled panic down your spine. It only really contained your father’s old office space and a spare bedroom which had been used as a storage space for the better part of the last twelve years. All in all, it was an empty, forgotten space.

The handful of times you’d been down there never ended well.

And as usual, the problems had to do with Touya.

Always Touya.

He’d locked you down there for hours once, before it had become essentially abandoned.

You’d been five years old, still young and believing the best of him. He’d told you it had been a game of hide-and-seek.

Only, you’d spent the better part of eight hours screaming and sobbing, completely unheard in the soundless backroom of the basement. You’d passed out on the bed sometime after the six hour mark, sleeping soundly until you were found.

Your mother had been in a panic by the time she’d found you, letting out relieved sobs of her own as she scooped you up into her arms and cradled you against her chest soothingly.

Your parents had thought, completely unaware of the truth, that you’d strayed down there alone and managed to lock yourself in. Since that moment, you’d been banned from wandering into the basement by yourself.

Similar things had happened over the years, and unsurprisingly, Touya had been the root cause of many of the problems you’d dealt with.

Presently, he tosses you uncaringly on the bed, scoffing in bored amusement as you scramble over the bed and huddle against the headboard.

Despite your earlier brashness in confronting him, you were terrified. The reality of the situation had set in, and you felt your stomach roil as Touya stared you down with heavy lidded eyes, his gaze contemplative as he scans your half-bare body.

You’d seen that look before, and it made your skin crawl. It terrified you.

It was how Tomura looked at you when he brazenly palmed the bulge in his pants.

How stupid of you, marching downstairs and confronting three grown men, as if you had any chance of winning an argument. You wished you’d had the forethought to at least put on a proper pair of pants.

You swallow thickly, clenching your trembling hands into tight fists as you straighten your spine, attempting to appear calm and unaffected.

“Okay Touya, you’ve made your point. You can stop now, I-I won’t tell anyone.”

It’s an effort to swallow your pride, but you manage the words through gritted teeth, bowing your head as you continue.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being, uh- For being mean.”

Touya rolls his eyes as he leans forward and grips your ankle tightly, his palm calloused and warm, pulling you closer in one quick jerk, your ass teetering on the edge of the bed. “Imoto…” he trails off, his tone far too sultry for the situation, caressing the inner side of your ankle with his thumb, stroking the soft skin as he tilts his head, deep in thought.

His grip tightens again, to an almost painful extent, and you suppress a cry as the delicate bones of your ankle groan under the pressure. His voice is cold and condescending as he speaks.

“You’re so stupid.”

You lean further back as he hovers over you, surveying you with flat, emotionless eyes.

“I don’t care that you were mean. Just like I don’t care if you tell anyone. I don’t care if they believe you either. You know why? Because no one will do anything,” he whispers, toying with the hem of your shirt as he regards you with cool indifference.

“I could do anything I wanted, and no one would say a thing. In fact, I will do what I want… Do you know what I want?”

You shake your head, hesitant and silent in your state of panic.

“Aw, imoto, you know you shouldn’t lie to your big brother,” he murmurs patronisingly, gripping the hem of your shirt as he slowly lifts it up, leaving it to rest just above your bare breasts.

His pupils are blown wide as his hand trails down your waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Y’know, you’re pretty grown now, aren't ya? I wonder… Have you let anyone touch you yet?”

He hums to himself, not pressing you for an answer as he continues in a stupor, seemingly unaware of your silent horror. You’re completely frozen, too shocked to move, to speak, to do anything. You can’t even bring yourself to lower your shirt as you listen in abject horror as he continues on.

“I really hope you haven’t. Not that it really matters… Touya-nii will take real good care of you, don’t you worry… It’s about time I treat that bad attitude of yours too.”

You’re frozen in disbelief and fear, completely paralysed as he shoves a leg between yours, keeping them open as he shifts his grip from your ankle to your hips.

The stupor is short-lived, and your struggles renew twofold as he paws at your clothed cunt. There’s a satisfying thwack sound as your foot connects with his jaw, though the sense of victory quickly fizzes out within the long bout of dead silence. Touya tilts his head to the side staring at the wall blankly, and after a few long moments, he moves, slowly facing forward again, rubbing his jaw, seemingly completely ignoring you as he works his jaw.

He huffs, the sound reminiscent of an amused scoff as he looks down at you with rage simmering in his eyes.

“Like I said: You’re so fucking stupid.”

You don’t see the slap coming. All you register is the blurred sight of his arm flying towards you, his numerous rings glinting in the lowlight of the room, and the sudden burn of his backhand striking you across the face. A short, surprised huff is all you can manage, the sharp taste of blood and the stinging pain of rapidly developing welts on your cheek distracting you from reacting.

A trembling palm presses to your tender cheek, and you look up at him with shocked eyes.

“You… hit me.”

He lets out a sardonic laugh, rolling his eyes as he clicks his tongue and caresses your cheek, condescending in his tone.

“Aw, my sweet little sister. You sound so surprised. If I’d known you were such a baby, maybe I’d have taken my rings off for you. Here-”

He pauses, pulling away as he discards his rings haphazardly, turning to frame your face with his calloused palms. His eyes soften slightly as he looks down at you, caressing your tender, reddened cheek for a moment, his fingers lovingly stroking the warm flesh before digging into the fat of your cheeks and his gaze hardens.

The next slap feels worse than the previous, if that’s even possible.

You’re still reeling from the rough strikes, jolting out of your daze as you feel Touya’s palms ghost over the inside of your thighs.

His gaze is focused and razor sharp as he soaks in the sight of your scantily clad core, his palms encasing the tender, soft flesh of your thighs.

Squirming uncomfortably does nothing as he pins your hips down, shifting to kneel on the floor before the bed, yanking you closer and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Dread drops into your stomach like a stone, making your head spin. As badly as you try to keep them at bay, tears bubble up, dripping down your temples as you sniffle, staring up at the ceiling as you beg.

“Stop– Stop!” You wail panickedly, thrashing beneath him, making no attempts to disguise your sobs. “Stop or I’ll tell Dad!”

He lifts his head from where it was descending between your legs, grinning wickedly at the words.

“Dad? Aw, you sweet, innocent thing. He’d do the exact same thing if he could. Where do you think I get it from, huh?” he says mockingly, condescending as he slaps your cheek lightly before moving back to his previous position, his mouth dangerously close to your centre despite your tightly clenched thighs.

“Come on now, open up for me. It’ll only hurt more if I have to make you.”

A pleading whine is all you can manage as you shake your head, keeping your legs pressed together.

His eyes turn cold at that, all playfulness and teasing leaving him in an instant. He cruelly digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs and huffs in annoyance at your yelp of pain, leaning forward as you jerk your legs apart from the pressure.

A moment later, his warm mouth envelopes your clothed sex.

Your hips jolt, and you gasp in surprise, eyes wide and rounded as you stare down at his bowed head between your legs.

This… This was wrong. So wrong.

Even if you didn’t like him, even if you were loathed to admit it- He was your brother.

Your brother.

“Touya… Stop, please. Please,” you beg quietly, your voice quivering with effort as you reach down to his head, intent on pushing his face away.

You don’t get very far.

His grip is like a vice on your wrist, and he doesn’t look up and he squeezes down painfully, tutting in mock disappointment.

“Did your mother never teach you it’s bad manners to interrupt someone’s meal?” he murmurs, not looking up at you as he massages your hips, hooking his fingers over the hem of your sleep shorts.

It’s torturous. A sick, twisted punishment, the way his focus is wholly dedicated to undressing you.

Shame floods your chest, burning up your neck and over your ears.

He pulls your shorts down, inch by inch until you’re exposed to him, shivering in the cold, stagnant air of the basement. He looks up at you then, regarding you with cool indifference as he kneads the fat of your thighs.

“Itadakimasu,” he purrs softly before descending on you.

A breathy, strangled garble is all you can manage as he licks a smooth, confident stripe up your slit, twirling his tongue lightly around the bud of your clit before returning to your cunt.

His tongue is teasing, punishing as he laps at your core, slurping loudly as if to humiliate you. It works, tears of shame burning your eyes as he pulls away after a few minutes to stare up at you with an appraising eye.

“Someone’s enjoying this, hm? Look at how worked up I’ve got ya…” he hums softly, shifting his hand to rub tight circles on your clit as he stares you down.

“You’re a disgusting whore, getting off on this. Like mother, like daughter, huh?”

The words snap something inside of you, and you decide in that moment, you want to hurt him- kill him. Gouge his eyes out and shove them down his throat.

“I hate you.”

You glower and slap him across the face with as much force as you can muster, not giving him a moment to react as you kick his shoulder, sending him careening back before you jump off the bed, yanking your shirt down in the process.

Though you try to sprint for the door, your relief is short lived.

At least the floor is carpeted here, you think gratefully, sparing your head the aching reverberation as your skull bounces off the ground for the second time that evening.

He wrestles you onto your back, keeping you pinned with frightening ease.

You realise in that moment, he’d been allowing you to put up a fight. Though he seemed somewhat lanky at first glance, his torso and arms were corded with muscles. Muscles he used to keep you restrained beneath him as he ripped off your shirt, tearing through it like paper and leaving you stark naked beneath him. Your struggles had been little more than a game to him, one which he’d played along with all evening.

Screams and pleas fall on deaf ears as he snarls down at you, hatred simmering in his eyes. A thin trail of blood drips down from his cheekbone and onto your bare chest, the scratch on his face red and angry from where you’d struck him.

“I was going to be nice, get you all prepped and ready, maybe even give you an orgasm or two. But you’re such an ungrateful fucking whore,” he spits, wrapping his hand around your throat to quieten your wails.

When you continue struggling, thrashing beneath him with flailing limbs, he lifts you up slightly by your throat before slamming you down, knocking the last of your breath from your lungs.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to punish you for that little stunt just now, and then I’ll let my friends upstairs have their way with you too. It’s the least you could do after you were so rude to them, hm?”

You have no words left. No hateful insults, no pleas, no threats, nothing.

All you can do is cry soundlessly as he unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking as he yanks it off and shoves his pants down his thighs, lining himself up with your mostly unprepped entrance.

He slaps your cheek lightly, shaking your head as you try to dissociate from reality.

“Nuh uh, none of that now. I want you here. Pay attention,” he hisses, gripping your jaw tightly before shifting his palm back down to your neck, his grip bruising and painful.

A pained squeak is all the noise you can manage, clawing at his hand on your throat as his cock shoves into your core.

It’s agonising, painful, feeling him force his way into you, violating you.

His hips jerk forward in short spurts, fighting against the resistance of your unprepared core with every stroke, his Jacob’s ladder rubbing your walls raw with each vicious stoke. Tears dampen your temples, burning your eyes, and you wait for the pain to subside as he pushes in to the hilt and stops with a puff, his breathing evening out after a long moment.

The two of you lay there in silence, and you suck in a shuddering, wheezing breath as he released the column of your throat. His hand travels down your bare body, coming to rest on your pubic bone as he uses his thumb to massage tight circles into your clit.

His ministrations leave your legs quaking, and your orgasm overtakes you without warning, slamming into you like a tidal wave as you whine and arch your back off the ground, begging him in broken babbles to stop.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and he seems to double down, grinning cruelly as he continues to flick your swollen clit.

“Come on now, you can give me one more,” he coaxes teasingly.

And you do. You cum again, your walls fluttering around his cock as your eyes roll back in your head.

His fingers stop their tortuous movements while you pant, but you’re not granted a reprieve as he grips your hips, lifting them slightly to position the back of your ass on the top of his thighs. He jerks his hips forward, snickering as you gasp and whine before drawing his hips back and slamming forward.

The movement makes your breasts bounce, and he immediately sets an arduous pace.

You dig your fingertips into the carpet beneath you, clinging onto it for dear life as he fucks his way deeper into you, pressing your thighs to your chest.

The noises you let out are disgraceful, moans and whines that would put a pornstar to shame, but your mind feels blank, empty of all thoughts besides the feeling of his cock filling you up, the mind numbing massage of his piercing against your gummy walls.

Touya isn’t much better off. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and his brow is furrowed, twitching as he grunts and moans each time he bottoms out inside you, feeling your walls suck him in deeper with each stroke. You’re both covered in a light sheen of sweat, panting heavily and trembling with the exertion, and your cheeks still shine with tears.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “My sweet little sister, nothing but a dumb little cumslut. What would everyone say if they could see you now, huh?”

His words are hateful and meant to hurt you, but you can’t think, can’t respond in anything but breathless moans as he pulls you closer and picks up the pace.

“Say thank you. Say ‘thank you big brother for making me cum’. Say it.”

He’s as demanding as ever, tweaking your nipples in punishment when you make no attempt to respond, insead laying dumb and drool covered beneath him.

“Say it,” he orders you.

“T-Thank you- fuck- thank you Touya.”

He scoffs, slapping your tits with an open palm.

“Thank you Touya-nii,” he corrects you, squishing your cheeks together with one palm as he shakes your head back and forth.

“Thank you Touya-nii,” you whine, writhing beneath him.

He rewards you by leaning forward and spitting into your squished open mouth, clamping his palm over your mouth as you gag and try to spit it out.

“Ah ah, swallow.”

You do.

He pats your cheek in a gesture that seems almost loving, shifting his fingers down to your clit once more.

“You wanna cum again? Wanna cum on your big brother’s cock?”

It’s a rhetorical question, he’s already forcing you over the edge for the third time that evening, leaving you a twitching, overstimulated mess beneath him.

"It was me, by the way. I used your underwear- I came to tell you Natsuo wouldn't be home tonight, but instead all I find is some lacy white shit."

He chuckles at your horrified expression, groaning at the feeling of your fluttering walls.

“-’m gonna fill you up,” he grunts to himself, gripping your thighs, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he uses your body.

His words fill you with cold dread, but you don’t have time to interject before he stills with a throaty groan, slumping over you as his cock twitches inside you and warmth floods your belly.

“F-Fuck, so good-” he mumbles into your chest as he presses kisses against your tits, still grinding into you as your walls twitch pathetically around him.

He huffs a spiteful laugh at the whine you let out as he pulls out of you, his cum dribbling out of your spent cunt. He lightly slaps your cunt, smirking as your legs twitch, before he sits back on his haunches and tucks his now limp dick back in his pants.

“Up. Get on the bed.”

Your mind, somewhat coherent once more, is in a frenzy.

What the fuck had you just done.

This was wrong. So, so wrong.

What would your parents say? What would your siblings say?

Oh God, if they saw this, saw you…

You feel sick, your stomach roiling as you sit up, shoulders shaking with cold realisation.

Another harsh slap to the face pulls you out of your panicked reverie.

Touya looms above you with cold eyes and an unimpressed expression.

“Get on the fucking bed. Right now. We’re not done here.”

You know by now that fighting is useless. He was so much bigger and stronger than you, so easily able to subdue you. Not to mention the other two men upstairs-

No. Please no.

But your suspicions are confirmed as Touya walks to the door and leaves the room, coming back a moment later with his two friends in tow and a cruel smirk on his face, tutting mockingly at the anguish on your face.

“I did warn you. You have to apologise for your bad manners. Come on sweetie, be a good girl for them, yeah?”

None of them wait for a response, both Keigo and Tomura pulling their aching, leaking cocks from their pants as they hover above you, leering down like a pack of hyenas.

Touya doesn’t slap you when you try to dissociate this time, content to let his friends use you while he lounges in the armchair in the corner of the room, watching with a disinterested expression. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he seemed bored.

Keigo seems to have some sick fascination with your mouth, shoving his cock down your throat without warning or preparation and letting out a throaty moan as your throat convulses around him.

His palm remains locked around your neck, watching with rapt attention as your throat works awkwardly around the thick intrusion.

You’re almost thankful for the distraction of his cock, for the way Touya had stretched you out minutes prior, when you see the length bobbing between Tomura’s legs.

How it was possible for someone to be that big, you didn’t want to know.

Your eyes remain transfixed in muted panic on the monstrous member as Tomura makes his way around the bed, propping you up on your knees before he spits on your cunt.

The feeling of a fat glob of spit hitting your entrance and sliding down the length of your slit makes you cringe, shivering in disgust at his actions. You’re not given a moment's warning before you feel the fat head of his cock rubbing against your entrance, trying to pry its way into your tight heat.

A panicked, muffled garble escapes you as you jerk forward, only serving to fit more of Keigo’s length down your throat in your attempt of escape.

Tomura lets out a hiss of displeasure, digging his fingertips into the fat of your hips as he jerks you back towards him, forcing the head of his cock into your pussy.

It hurts, you want to say. It won’t fit, please.

But you can’t. All you can do is choke down gags and sobs as Tomura rips through you. Everytime you think he’s bottomed out, he just keeps going. He keeps going until it feels like he’s pushed through your cervix, until he sits snugly in your stomach.

He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, doesn’t grant you the smallest of breaks like Touya did. Instead, he immediately sets a harsh, forceful pace, and each stroke feels like a punch to the gut.

From his spot in the corner of the room, Touya lets out a low whistle, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees.

“Look at ya. You’re loving this, aren’t ya? Hm, if I’d have known being dicked down was all you needed to shut up, I’d have done it ages ago.”

His words flow in one ear and out the other, your sole focus on not choking around Keigo’s length as he bottoms out and keeps you pinned in place with his palm planted on the back of your head.

As much as you try to ignore it, his throaty, vocal moans make your core clench around Tomura who scoffs. “You were right, she really is a whore. I can feel her sucking me in.” Touya only hums in response, watching now with an almost enthralled expression as his two friends plough into you simultaneously. “You probably love this, hah? Dumb little slut.”

The swat he places on your ass leaves a stinging red welt on the smooth flesh.

You’re too lost in the unwanted pleasure to even think about responding. You let your mind wander elsewhere, losing yourself in the toe curling sensation of Tomura’s dick rubbing up against your walls, filling you completely.

Maybe if you pretend it’s someone else, anyone else-

You cum so hard you black out for a moment, losing any and all sensation in your hands and feet as your limbs fill with a strange fuzzy feeling. Your orgasm was so sudden, so unexpected and all-consuming that you struggle to keep yourself conscious and up on all fours, arms and legs trembling as Tomura whines through his teeth.

Keigo grips your hair at the roots, bringing your attention back to his cock as he moans, tilting his head back and flooding your throat with his cum without warning.

He tuts, pulling out of your mouth with a sigh and tapping your chin with his fingers.

“Be a big girl and swallow now, will ya?”

You wince, grimacing as you swallow down his thick, salty seed.

His smirk is devious as he pats your cheek, zipping up his pants and walking over to Touya. He leans down and whispers something in his ear, though their conversation is lost to you as Tomura flattens your chest against the mattress and picks up his pace.

You can’t stop your tongue from lolling out your mouth as he rails into you, your drool forming a puddle beneath you, soaking into the cream duvet. All you can manage is breathless, whiny moans - the only sound in the room besides his own grunts, the slick pattering of your cunt, and the banging of the headboard against the wall.

The thick duvet lays twisted beneath your fingers, and you cling to it desperately as Tomura pants above you like a dog in heat, using your cunt like some glorified fleshlight.

By the time Tomura finishes inside you, you’ve climaxed twice more. He collapses on your back, breathless as he licks a stripe up the ridges of your sweaty spine.

You’re too exhausted to even whine or wrinkle your nose in disgust. It’s all you can do to fight from passing out, puffing from the exertion.

Goosebumps cover you as the sweat cools on your skin, leaving you shivering and sticky.

Touya approaches the bed, murmuring something to Tomura, who grumbles and gets off of you with a grunt before ambling out of the room.

Once only the two of you are left in the thin silence, Touya speaks. His voice is little more than a low murmur as he crouches down next to you, softly brushing the sweaty strands of hair off your face.

“You look so pretty like this. All vulnerable and used… I hope you know how this changes things. You’re mine now. All mine.”

The sentiment makes your stomach curl. If he sees the cold dread on your exhausted face, he doesn’t comment on it, instead pressing a soft, small kiss to your temple.

“Come on, I’ll carry you to your room.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, lifting you off the bed with ease before leaving the basement and making his way through the house, to your room. The sight of the soft, baby pink walls feel surreal after the past few hours. You feel as if you’re violating the clean, pure space of your bedroom, soiling the sheets as Touya sets you down on your bed.

He bustles around your room, grabbing another sleep shirt and tossing it your way before coming to settle down beside you on your bed. You make no move to put on the shirt.

You don’t do much of anything but stare blankly at the wall opposite your bed.

Touya hums softly, stroking your hair.

“Ya not gonna say anything?”

There’s a pause.

“Huh. Okay then… I think you’ll move in with me. Well, Tomura and me, that is. It’s a nice place, you’ll like it.”

Again, a pause. He seems to be waiting for a reaction, a change in facial expression, something.

…

Nothing.

He sighs heavily.

“Come on, don’t be like that. It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy it. You’re lucky it was storming outside and no one’s home. I’m sure the entire neighbourhood would’ve heard you moaning like a whore.”

It’s a jibe, one meant to get a rise out of you.

Nothing.

“...whatever. You’ll come around sooner or later, hah?” he hums, ruffling your hair.

He stands and stretches, seeming to contemplate something for a moment before he sighs again, covering you with a blanket and leaving your room without another word.

Only once the door clicks shut, do you allow yourself to cry, your small sniffles muffled by your pillow.

Despite your fear, your strained emotions, the ache between your thighs and in your jaw…

You fall asleep, curled up in a tight ball beneath a pile of blankets.

Unconsciousness welcomes you with open arms, and you pray that you stay asleep indefinitely, not wanting to wake up and deal with what had happened.

You dream of shadowy figures, larger and faster than you, with glinting silver jewellery and cruel smirks, all looming over you.

And when you wake up hours later, you awake all your belongings packed up in cardboard boxes, and to Touya next to you in bed, his fingers pumping in and out of your core, his other palm massaging your breast.

He nips at your ear, smirking against your neck. "Morning imoto..."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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Am I the asshole for asking my grandmother if I can move in with her?

This’ll be one of your classic reddit-style family dramas, I think. Back in late 2019 just before COVID, I (freshly 18 at the time) had run away from home with my mom and moved in with my best friend (R, 17 in 2019) and her (60s, deeply depressed) dad. Her dad and I were on good terms for a long time, but respectfully, he has a tendency to repress any issues he has with someone until they build into a bigger issue. Near toward November of 2020, he kicked me out on account of ‘not keeping a job and not doing anything around the house’ (I washed stagnant dishes often, took care of their several animals, and took out trash whenever I could, R and I think he was projecting his shitty roommates from when he was 20 onto me), so I needed a new place to move.

My own beloved father lives ten hours away, and offered for me to live with him. For months, I was preparing to pick up my entire life from the hometown I had lived in since I was 2 years old to move to a new state, and in the last month, I got cold feet and said I couldn’t make such a large change like that. My dad completely understood, and I went to look for a new place to stay, still living with R and her dad at this time.

During this period, I was getting closer with my grandmother on my mom’s side again. She was one of the few family members I felt comfortable with, and we often went to Panera for lunch dates to catch up on things. I won’t go super deep into why I’m so anxious about the rest of the family, because that would require an entire several page google document to explain (especially now that we’re actively banned from holidays).

It was around this time I asked my grandmother if I could move into one of her five or six spare rooms upstairs. My grandfather had died in the last couple of months, and I was confident that if she needed any help (she’s in her mid eighties) moving things upstairs or cleaning the house, I would be beyond glad to do it for her. She then hesitated and said it may be a better idea for me to move in with my dad after all (which was odd, because she hates my dad’s guts, as does the rest of my family), and I let it go after that. I didn’t push, I would just need to find a new place.

Well, word got around, and she told my aunts and older cousins in passing. I don’t remember if I got sent anything in specific, but one of my aunts (mother’s older sister who I'm genuinely terrified of) absolutely fucking exploded on my (54 at the time) mom, giving her a several paragraph long shitstorm of a message saying she was a terrible mother for letting me take advantage of my grandmother, calling her horrible things, slurs, and insulting her wife, and it got back to me somehow. I was fucking shredded apart emotionally.

Since then, I have moved back in with my mother out of necessity and we have totally reconciled our relationship in the three or so years I’ve been home, and my entire mother’s side of the family- aside from my grandmother- has completely cut contact and don’t invite us to holidays anymore, for significantly more ridiculous reasons than me asking my grandmother what I did.

My mother’s side of the family ostracized her, myself, and my sister since my mother first married my dad 25ish years ago, and has just never treated her the same since, which explains some of the hostility (I want to specify, I’m confident that my mother did nothing outright wrong for this, my family is extremely far-right and EXTREMELY judgemental, and my mom bore unnecessary vitrol for everything she went through), but I need to know if I was actually the asshole for asking to move in with my grandmother, who even now still cares about me as family and lives alone. I could give less of a shit what my aunt thinks now (she lives an entire day’s drive away, in a different state as well), but I can’t help but shake the fear that I was actually taking advantage of her kindness or something of the sort. Was this a wrong thing to ask? Was this actually too much, and should I not have bothered?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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What are canon Aemond’s three kids tantrums like? Whose more likely to throw them, who’s lasts the longest and how do Aemond and reader deal with them?

Ohhh this is such a good question friend!! I read this ask earlier today but I've been thinking about it most of the morning, SO!

Elaena:

She is by far the one that throws the most tantrums because she's the most independent/energetic of the three, and Aemond is very overprotective of her, naturally, as she's the first daughter.

When she's little, she throws tantrums when she has to attend her lessons with the Maesters, and when things don't go her way on the first try. When she's getting fed up and bored during balls and royal gatherings, or when she's just not allowed to go out and play beyond the limits that she's allowed to venture into. When she's made to eat things she doesn't like. And at first, when the twins were born and her muña was tired and couldn't play with her as much as she used to.

At first, Aemond and reader are a little bit afraid of being too strict and causing their daughter to resent them, so they coddle her to the max during a tantrum, but they end up noticing that it makes Elaena think that she can get away with it.

Through lots of tantrums that escalate in length and intensity, they learn that it's all about balancing the coddling but also the discipline, and Elaena has to learn to keep her composure when things don't go her way, whether she likes it or not. It's a learning curve though, Elaena is the firstborn after all.

The older she is, like, when she's a teenager, the longer her tantrums last because she gives everyone the silent treatment for a week. This ends up being problematic in the sense that Aemond goes scarily serious: "You want to avoid talking about your problems with us, then fine. But I'm gonna respond with the same treatment you're giving me so you realize that this is not the way to treat others." So he stops talking to her as well. That's when he's absolutely had it with her. He'll never yell, but it definitely hurts more when he goes all cold and distant.

So it ends up creating this tense bubble in which neither is talking until Elaena breaks and knocks on her parent's door looking very regretful and sad to have been so bitchy with her family.

Aeron

For Aeron, I'm imagining that reader and Aemond were kind of surprised and perplexed at how calm he was? he rarely cried as a baby, would sit very still during family affairs, and always played well with his siblings.

So the first time he throws a tantrum, they're like that Pikachu meme, just staring at him with gaping mouths, while Aeron is on the floor kicking his legs and crying, and they're completely lost as to what to do.

And it was the silliest thing - either his shoes or his pants fit him too tight during a ball or a trip, and he was too polite to say because the clothes were tailor-made specifically for the thing. But he just COULD NOT stand it anymore, he wanted to slip into his pajamas NOW.

Aemond and reader have to escort him out, kneel to his level and ask him what's going on between his cries. When Aeron explains, Aemond and reader lowkey want to laugh, but reader takes Aeron in arms and carries him off to their apartments while Aemond stays back with Elaena and Vaella.

He's totally a mamma's mom like his father before him, and he feels more comforted by his muña every time.

And during some other time (still a toddler) he was getting fussy and antsy until he started to cry because he wanted to be served dessert, and was already sickened of eating boring ass food during a banquet sl;kdjflkjg.

When he's older, he starts getting a little bit annoyed with Elaena, because they both want to be the best dragon riders and sword wielders in the family, so they butt heads at times (even when they love each other).

So after a particularly nasty fight, Aemond had to sit them both down and explain that there's absolutely no reason as to why they can't aspire to similar things. That rivalry between siblings is poison to a family. Having similar interests makes them more powerful when they join forces, not the other way around.

Vaella

After Elaena, Vaella is the one to throw most tantrums, but it's far different than her sister in the sense that Vaella will cry and whine when she's made to go out of her comfort zone.

She's the shyest kid of the bunch, especially when she's still a baby/toddler. She's afraid of many things and doesn't like to feel pushed into them, even when it's for her own good.

The first time Aemond and reader took the kids out to swim, Vaella threw the biggest fit because she didn't want to separate from Aemond's arms as she was afraid of the ocean.

With Vaella in arms, Aemond slowly started to swim towards the deeper part of the ocean to try to push her, and she just couldn't take it, she was inconsolable.

At the shore, he shook her shoulders and very sternly said, 'Listen to me, Vaella. You have to be brave and conquer your fears, my girl. What will you do when your muña or I are not here anymore!?" But that just made her cry even more slkfjlkjgd

She also throws tantrums every time she has to attend a public event because she loves to be cozy in their private apartments and feels very weird and awkward socializing in general.

Aemond is the one to constantly give her pep talks, and it's about the only time he's truly stern and strict with her. It hurts him, because he knows how sensitive his girl is, but he also understands that he'll do her more harm if he doesn't give her the little pushes that she needs to grow.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen hcs #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond's children #hotd #house of the dragon #headcanons #my writing #aemond targaryen fanfiction #my oc: aeron targaryen #my oc: vaella targaryen #my oc: elaena targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #ewan mitchell

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seramilla · 1 month

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Oo angst idea

So like some employees of carmine industries turn out to be like traitors or some shit(maybe they were working for carmilla just to get the manufacturing blueprint) so the employees try to corner Clara who is the head of the manufacturing department but unfortunately for them and fortunately for Clara, Odette had happened to be in the department during this event so she quickly heard what was going on and stepped in to help Clara. So Clara runs off to tell her mother who was leading sera and Emily through a tour of the place so she runs to find her mother and eventually she finds her and she is distraught, hardly able to get words out.

But unfortunately by the time they arrive to the scene, Odette is gravely injured with two angelic bullets through her chest with an angelic knife sticking out of her stomach while the employee’s bodies surround her. So obviously they freak out and bring her to the nearest hospital and Clara is inconsolable. Carmilla can’t comfort her, Emily can’t either, neither can sera, hell even Velvette and Kiki can’t comfort her. The posse nor Velvette were informed on what happened but all they know is that Clara is inconsolable because she wants her big sister so bad but she can’t see her.

“MOM!!!”

Carmilla, startled, practically falls out of her chair at the force with which her younger daughter slams her office door open. Clara comes bursting into the room, tears falling down her face, horns and glowing irises on full display as she practically stumbles into Carmilla’s arms. Zestial is also startled, looking up from where he’d been reading on the couch, spider web beginning to form behind his back at what he initially perceived to be a threat.

When their eyes fall on Clara, both overlords immediately stand down, waiting for Clara to compose herself. She’s pointing out the door, hand shaking and barely able to get out the words.

“O-ODETTE!”

Carmilla doesn’t need to hear more, and neither does Zestial. Instinct kicking in immediately, the two of them rush out into the hallway, and down two flights of stairs, where a throng of people have begun to gather around something sprawled onto the floor. Carmilla starts shoving her employees and patrons out of the way, not even caring if she’s a little rough with them. She needs to see what’s beyond this wall of bodies, and when she does, she practically chokes on a shout, holding her large claws up to her face.

Her eldest, Odette, is being cradled in the arms of Kiki, Clara’s partner, who’s trying her best to slow the loss of blood from two large wounds in Odette’s right shoulder with her jacket. Also, Carmilla notices with absolute horror, an angelic blade of her own making still sticking out of her daughter’s side. One of her designs. Who would— How— Who had done this?

“It was one of the lab guys!” Clara shouts, as if reading Carmillla’s mind. “He was coming for me, and Odette—I-I killed him!”

That’s when Carmilla notices the other body in the room, this one dead, torn in half, and pierced through several times in the face with something sharp. She can’t identify him, because he doesn’t have a face left. One of her angelic pistols lays on the floor mere feet from the body.

It’s just like the drone that had tried to attack Sera — someone is using her weapons against her, and they’d actually succeeded this time!

Carmilla’s brought out of her shocked state at a cry from Odette, who’s gripping at Kiki’s shirt like she’s trying to talk through the pain. “Mo-oom!”

Not wasting anymore time, Carmilla grabs Odette out of Kiki’s arms, as carefully as possible, and yells at Zestial, “Zestial! Portal! Now! Sloth ring!”

Zestial nods, and without a moment’s hesitation, he opens a portal to Sloth. Before he and his dear friend disappear through the portal, Clara tries to follow, and Carmilla pushes her back.

“You stay here!” Carmilla demands, almost frantic.

“But…” Clara starts. “What about Odette? I can help!”

“We’ll handle it,” Carmilla insists. “I need you here. Please! Call Lucifer! Tell him to meet me at Belphegor’s! And hold down the fort for me.”

Clara acts if she might protest again, but she doesn’t. She nods, wiping away the snot and tears from her face, and by the time she blinks again, her mother and Zestial are gone.

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It takes less than 5 minutes between the time Carmilla and Zestial get Odette to Belphegor’s clinic, before she is rushed into emergency surgery. It takes only a minute longer for Lucifer to appear, and once Zestial brings him up to speed on Odette’s condition (because Carmilla has gone verbally catatonic at this point) the king also enters the surgical theater. He’s not a doctor, but he has enough healing magic to be helpful. If she needs a transfusion, Carmilla is present. Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that point. Thank Heaven for that.

When Carmilla is finally allowed to enter Odette’s room in ICU more than 3 hours later, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Odette in such a critical state. Her face is covered with tubes, there are bandages all over her body, especially around her midsection, and she’s been put into an artificial coma to help speed her healing. Lucifer is also there, covered in sweat, and looking exhausted. He’d worked so hard for her daughter. He just breathes slowly, trying to recover his energy, and smiles when he sees she’s entered the room.

“How is she?” Carmilla asks, trying to keep it together, and not cry in front of her king.

“She’ll survive,” Lucifer says, slumping into his chair. “But it’s going to take a while. You’re very lucky to have brought her here as quickly as you did.”

His wings are out — Lucifer always brings them out when he’s nervous or feeling uncertain. It’s a small quirk of his. Carmilla notes he must really be worried, if that’s the case.

“Can I stay with her?” Carmilla asks, reaching out for Odette with her claw, but not yet touching.

“Yes,” Lucifer says, finally putting away his wings. He takes off his hat, and wipes his brow with his sleeve. “Just don’t touch her. Not yet. She’s full of mine and Bel’s healing energy, but she must NOT be moved or jostled around too much. Hear me?”

“Yes,” Carmilla says, sighing with a small modicum of relief, but only just. Odette has an extremely difficult fight ahead of her. She won’t do anything to sabotage that, no matter how much she wants to hold her girl.

As Lucifer is turning to leave, Carmilla stops him. “Lucifer! Thank you! If there’s ever anything I can do to repay you, please…just tell me.”

Lucifer smiles at her, leaning on his cane to remain standing upright. He’s also trying not to show how tired he is, but it’s not working.

“Of course, Carm. Don’t even mention it.”

As Carmilla is left alone with Odette, a million different thoughts race through her mind. How could she have let this happen? How could she have fucked up and let her guard down so horribly? Who is after her, and what the fuck do they want? It couldn’t have just been the one demon — who wants her dead this badly? All of these questions and more are at the forefront of her mind, and she doesn’t know the answer to any of them.

The only thing she does know, and the thing she keeps whispering quietly into Odette’s ear, hoping her daughter can hear her, is that Carmilla will find out who did this, and make them pay. She will kill them herself, if she has to. She’ll never let anything like this happen again. Odette twitches, as if she’d heard her mother. It’s only at that moment that Carmilla’s composure finally drops, and she openly sobs, not caring who hears her.

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five-rivers · 1 year

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First. Previous.

Okay. Well. Taking everything into consideration… and emphasizing safety… Going out was risky as either Fenton or Phantom. Waiting was… safe. It was safe, but if he had to do it without something to do other than college courses of dubious utility, he'd go nuts.

Besides, it was like a security exercise. If he could do it, someone else could do it. Better to be prepared! Honestly, locking him out was a safety hazard, too. What if there was an emergency and he needed to go to the Zone (not unlike now)?

And… just because he found a workaround didn't mean he had to use it. He could find it, then stop. Report it to his parents. It'd- it'd be useful.

A constriction in his chest he hadn't even been aware of loosened. His shoulders slumped.

It'd still be useful even if he did go through with it. He'd be exploring. Collecting new information. Learning.

He pushed away from the lab door and, feeling slightly rebellious, flew up into his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and scrunched his toes into the carpet, trying to draw comfort from the sensation of home he'd painstakingly worked into his not-quite-a-lair. Then, he went to his computer and started to pull up all the information he had on the DNA scanner, the lock, and the portal doors.

If he was going to do this, even on a theoretical basis, he needed to have a plan of action. He needed to have things to research, to test, he needed to…

… he needed to call Tucker.

"Hey, man," said Tucker, and Danny resisted the urge to ask him if his voice had gotten deeper again, because even if it seemed that way it probably hadn't and Danny didn't want to make this weird again. "How did your talk with your parents go?"

"Bad."

"Ah," said Tucker. "Did you tell them how you feel?"

"I tried," said Danny, flopping dramatically on his bed. "They're not listening."

"Maybe you should get Jazz to talk to them, after all."

"No," said Danny. "I don't want to--She has her own things to worry about, and Mom and Dad and I… we need to figure out how to work out our problems. I was actually wondering, would you help me hack the DNA lock on the portal? They disabled my privileges."

There was a long moment of silence, and Danny bit his lip, worried.

"Danny, dude, do you really think that's 'working out your problems?' Don't you think that's a bit, I don't know, extreme?"

“I don’t know. I just need to do something, and they won’t let me do anything. I feel like I’m stuck and I hate it. I’d just– I’d just feel a lot better knowing that I could go, if I needed to. Could you help me get through it? Please?”

“Okay, okay. I'll help. Just let me think about it for a minute."

Danny bit his lip. "Okay."

Tucker was silent for a long moment, but just when Danny started to think that maybe he’d pushed too hard, he said, “Just to be clear, you want this to be, like, some way you could get through at any time? Not something where you just have to get through once at some point?”

“I mean, yeah. Because, because,” Danny hurried to say, “I’m not necessarily going through without their permission, I just want to be able to go.”

“Uh huh,” said Tucker. “Well, if you just wanted to go through once, and have it be one and done, I’d say keep an eye on them and wait for them to open the portal, but I guess we’ll have to be more tricky.”

“That’s not hacking.”

“Yeah, but some of the best hacking isn’t hacking at all, it’s social engineering. When possible, you go around security, not through.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.” It wasn’t too different from some of the things he did when fighting, after all, or when avoiding fights.

“And you’re better at the mechanical end of things to begin with. Less stuff to go wrong.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny. “But I don’t think there’s much mechanical I can do beyond taking apart the lock. Which I can do, I guess. It’ll just take a long time and be really noticeable. Or the door itself.”

“Yeah, how about we table that for now. Do they have any of their probes still out? Or anything else that’s kind of on both ends? I know you can’t do that tech possession digital travel thing in, like, public anymore, because of the Guys in White monitor, but can you do it on your parents’ stuff?”

Danny considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “They ghost proofed a lot of it since last time Technus went by. I don’t think it occurred to any of us to make an exception for me. If they even could do something like that.” He paused. “There is the thermos plug. I still have access to that. But it doesn’t open unless you put the thermos in and stand clear.”

“Can’t you make duplicates?”

Danny sat up. “Huh?”

“Can’t you just, you know, duplicate yourself, suck one of yourselves - man, that sounds bad, somehow - into the thermos, and then have the other one of you flush the thermos?”

“That’s…” Danny paused for dramatic effect, “genius!”

“Thanks,” said Tucker, dryly. “Glad to know I still have it.”

“Of course! Like you could lose it.”

“Trust me, I can definitely lose it,” said Tucker. “Hey, if you do try this, maybe write a note for your parents first? Because you can’t get back through this way.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Danny. “That is a problem. But I think it should be fine…” This wasn’t like the old days, after all. His parents would notice if he was gone for any significant length of time. Which was good! Just… not convenient for slipping away.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, alright? Wait for Sam and I to come back for summer break.”

Danny smiled and nodded, even though he knew Tucker couldn’t see him. “I know! I’m looking forward to it!”

For obvious reasons, Danny couldn’t try out the workaround while his parents were still in the lab. He had to wait until after they came up for a stilted family dinner, and then even longer for them to go to bed.

But when they did…

He went down to the lab, thermos in hand, and stood in front of the portal. He rolled the thermos nervously between his hands, staring up at the portal. If he did this, his parents would be mad, but…

His eyes slid over to the comm equipment they used during his excursions. If he got them good data, maybe they wouldn’t be as mad?

On the other hand, then they’d be able to find him.

He bit his lip. He could still back out, too. Make what he’d told himself and Tucker more true. Go to bed.

#danny phantom #poll #audience participation #kingdoms of fish

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soapskneebrace · 4 months

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It’s going to sound mean but you seem so pressed over Umiko’s alleged earnings, it’s worrying. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that seeing what she probably earns could make you feel hurt, but you sound jealous and not in a ‘I wish her well and I hope I’ll be able to earn as much or even more’ but more like ‘why the hell people pay her for her art if they don’t pay me for mine?’. And mentioning her specifically couple of times in your recent posts??? It almost sounds like you have a problem with HER and that SHE is being paid for her art and not you. I both write and draw, I know how much work, effort and time it takes and I am happy for Umiko and other artists, because it seems that people are willing to pay for what we create, you just have to know how to sell your product and it is not Umiko’s fault that it took you this long to figure something out. I’m happy her success motivated you and you decided to talk to your friend who can help you with your art, but seriously your recent posts made me feel like you have a serious problem with that girl. One more thing, you mentioned that she earns more in whatever amount of time than your mom in a year like what about it? Is it Umiko’s fault? People per her because they want to support her and they want to have access to her art, and I guess she wouldn’t earn as much in a normal job.

So first of all, I welcome you to quote directly (not paraphrase--highlight, copy, and paste) where I said or even implied that I think that Umiko should not be paid as much as she is.

Second of all, I mentioned Umiko as often I did because she is one of my favorite artists, not because I dislike her. I adore her work and believe she deserves every dollar she has made. She works very hard and is one of the few artists who I think is actually getting adequate compensation for that work. In addition, she seems to be a very kind person, and I will never resent the success of good people.

Thirdly, am I like not supposed to be jealous of someone making nearly $1million a year off fandom work????????????????????????? Sorry, but I think I'm allowed to feel envious that someone in my community is making more than twenty-four times the money I make, especially considering that I've been making fandom work for cod for about as long as she has. Maybe not as much, but I've been pretty consistent for the past year, despite the fact that I've been doing it for free.

I'm allowed to be salty that fandom culture permits her to ask for payment but fanfiction is just taken for granted as free content. Fandom does not bat an eyelash when artists ask for a subscription fee to access fanart porn, but writers can barely get readers to kick them an occasional $5 through ko-fi. Umiko didn't "figure something out" before I did--she has been allowed to monetize her work every step of the way because fandom has collectively agreed that it is acceptable for her to do so.

Umiko is not the only artist, either--Bluegiragi and Wombywoo are both making a significant amount of money off of their fanart. This is not guesswork on my part; the number of these artists' paid subscribers is available publicly on their patreon pages, and if you went to fourth grade math you're probably able to multiply that by the average fees of their tier lists. It is not hard to figure out that these artists are making a very comfortable living, or at least an extremely lucrative side hustle, off of work they produce for the Call of Duty fandom.

And I'm not saying they shouldn't! I never did! My beef with this fact is that this mode of income is not available to fanfiction writers! I have known writers who have written full length novels of carefully crafted stories that will never see even a fraction of a penny for their work, because fandom insists that fanfiction should not be monetized!

And knowing what I know now, I reject that notion entirely. It is beyond ridiculous, it is exploitative. My work, and the work of my friends, is just as labor-intensive, just as time-intensive, and just as skill-intensive as the work Umiko and the rest produce. If these artists deserve compensation for their fanwork--and I reiterate, they do--then how can we say that fanwriters don't?

As a postscript, I think you took my arguments in very bad faith, and I don't appreciate the finger-wagging you came into my inbox to do. I don't have to simper about other people's worth for my assertions about my own to be valid.

#answered

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Dating - Ian Yorkland

Dedicated to Ghost Wife~! Wherever you are, hun, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: It’s literally been 60 years since I watched them but I did my best~! I miss Ian so much man.

Ian is the definition of a loyal partner. A man who you can take home to your parents and have him charm the ever living pants off of them. He’s the kind of partner who will not hesitate to show up to your workplace with not only food, but whatever essentials you needed for the day, or just shows up for the fun of it because he missed you – and brought along a bouquet of flowers because he thought of you! He’s rather spontaneous in this aspect and in a way, you two almost never leave the honeymoon phase at all! He keeps this love alive, for as long as it can go. After all, with the line of work he is in and how fate works…no one knows exactly when either of you two will kick the bucket; Ian knows this well so he wants to ensure that every single little moment he spends with you is positive.

In fact…it’s was a strange transition from friendship to lovers. You two were such in a comfortable state and it was obvious that Ian was flirting with you. However, there was this…little line that wasn’t going to be crossed anytime soon unless one of you made that leap. Unsurprisingly, it was Ian. You had noticed he wasn’t flirting as much anymore, or not at all, actually. He had lavished his affections upon you with gifts, words, and even finger kisses. You had to work up the confidence to ask if he was serious and he gives you this soft smile you haven’t seen out of him, his eyes sparkling with this sort of electric energy as he whispers to you, “All I’ve wanted was to have you as my partner.” in this honest and earnest voice, nervousness twinged at the edges. He’s hesitant to have let you known but he hasn’t felt like this in years now. He’ll be hurt if you didn’t accept his feelings but would take it with grace. But when you confirmed that you liked it him, Ian had to stop himself from celebrating with the loudest cheer right then and there! Instead, he merely takes your hand into his, runs his thumb over your knuckles and presses a kiss to them with a wink of his eye. “Then I’ll see you tonight?”

He never forgets to tell you that he loves you. Verbally, physically, through gestures…to someone like Ian, he shows love in multitudes of fashions. Ian’s primary love languages are: verbal, physical touch, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. He’s proud of each and every crumble of affection he gives you and will not hesitate do to so in public. However, Ian has these sort of moments of sheer quietness as he thinks of what to say. He’s careful of his words when it comes to you, and it’s not a stifling quietness, but you know that he’s somewhere deep within his thoughts and needs something to help bring him out of them. But it’s during these hella quiet moments when he whispers you the most...saccharine things. Whispers of how much he loves you, mushy things. Ian always holds you close (hand or cuddling) whenever he does this. It’s like he never wants to let this go...and he won’t.

Ian is a loyal man and knows you won’t cheat on him or anything but he’s also not a jealous kind of person either. If anything, he’s pouty. He’ll dramatically talk off whoever’s ear is closest (Souji or Nossan) and complain, “Oh! My darling doesn’t love me anymore~!” and fake sob into their arms. Nossan gently has to pat his back and make him stop while Souji is just rolling his eyes and wants out. But there is no doubt that Ian is beyond clingy. He wants to cherish you until the sun dies and he is going to fucking do it. So expect him to send you constant texts about how much he misses you or the other Kyoryugers texting you to save them from Ian.

Ian adores giving you nicknames! His faves are, “my treasure” “my darling” “my honey” and so on and so forth. He tends to make them up as he goes along and has a shit ton of them stored within that brain of his. The moments when he whispers them into your ear when you two are alone are perhaps...the best. He’s drawling out his English as he runs his hand up your leg and into your awaiting hand and kissing the knuckles with a gentle smile to his lips. It’s a simple set of nicknames with so much love poured inside and it makes you m e l t

Marriage is a goal for Ian but it’s also not a goal at the same time. There’s really no rush to head into it but there is this sort of mental image to Ian’s head about making you his and his alone. He will honestly wait for a couple of years, five or so, to pop the question. He’s nervous and you can tell because he took so much time to figure out the ring and how to propose. But he wants a family, he wants to settle down with you and share surnames and just exist in a space that exists for only the two for you and the two of you alone. Ian will wait for you once you’re ready but trust me when I say that marriage is going to be bliss for you two. If you two decide to have kids, Ian is the most dotting parent you have ever seen. It’s slightly overprotective but it’s more so that he wants his kiddos to be raised in a happy and healthy environment.

Arguments aren’t often but they do exist. They’re not heated but Ian wants to tell you his thoughts and will listen to yours. He wants to find solutions for this and if he’s getting angry, he tends to go off on his own to cool down. This rarely happens though and Ian normally wants to confront the problem right away. He’ll gently talk to you about it, having this sense of calm and wants to have this end in a way for all parties to walk away satisfied. He doesn’t half ass things and Ian rarely gets upset with anything. So these are pretty short and solved rather quickly.

PDA Monster. This fucker legit cannot keep his hands off of you and you know it. He’s always going to be holding your hands somehow, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and smirking at your flushed face. He loves wrapping his arms around you and kisses in public are also rather often. He tends to give you random surprise hugs and kisses outta nowhere and honestly it’s some of the best because his love had boiled and simmered until they reached a point where he cannot hide them! He has to hug you! Kiss you! He’s clingy as hell and will just fucking show up to your work just to get some free kisses. His favorite kisses to do in public are knuckle and finger kisses, because he’s such a tactile person, he has to show love to his other favorite method of affection - physical touch.

Ian’s dates are fifty-fifty, not in a bad way but more so you two take turns on deciding what kind of things to do today. He’s just as happy to do indoor dates as outdoor dates. More often than not though, Ian will pick a date where the two of you will have fun. He tends to pick food places that you both like and will just spend the date feeding you! If he had to pick a date place that he wants, he would probably pick some sort of museum or botanical garden. You two can walk and talk, discuss the finer things in life and enjoy some quiet time together. He’ll probably say some cheesy as hell things like, “This piece of art is beautiful but not as beautiful as you.”

Dating Ian is a dream in itself. He always tends to end dates with a gentle kiss on the lips while holding your hand and then kisses the back of your hand. He’s the partner that wakes you up at 3am in the morning just to go star watching or comes by in the most ungodly hours of the day because he heard you were sick and made you soup. Ian is just someone who was probably made to be your soulmate and there is no other way around it or about it. But to be honest, the day he finds out that he wants to marry you is when you did something that clicked in his head. A lazy morning where he is reading a book and you’re on your phone, you let out a silly little laugh at a post and he glances over at you with this knowing smile and already is making plans to propose. But then he’ll reach over and kiss you, gentle, and whisper, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” and it’s probably a proposal in itself but...you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#super sentai #super sentai x reader #super sentai imagine #kyoryuger #zyuden sentai kyoryuger #ian yorkland #TOOK 50 YEARS TO WRITE BUT FUCK IT ITS HERE NOW #also i miss utchy so bad yall i miss my samurai man

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Rottmnt

Leo and y/n. G/n rock star becomes friends with Leo via discord part 1 Platonic or romantic up to the reader.

Leo wouldn’t stop stealing Donnie's game set so Donnie created/bought a switch lite (the cyan one) for him

“There, Nardo, now leave me the hell alone”

It took 2 days for Donnie to regret that decision because Leon is completely sucked into it, not only that, he’s joined a discord group chat- A DISCORD GROUP CHAT.

Y/n uses a switch to relax after a big show, being a rockstar is exhausting but hey at least you have DaVinc1 to make you laugh on the more stressful days.

Does Leo treat you like a noob despite the fact he’s had that switch for less than a week? Absolutely.

Do you kick him to the zombies in minecraft for his disrespect? OBVIOUSLY.

Homeboy once got kicked out of the sewers cause of how harshly he cursed your mario kart skills.

He still won though.

Your trash talk could use work though bc it’s basically: “Your mom” “>:O”

But don’t worry because the Champion of joking at the worst times is here to teach you.

Leo once got Mikey to play with you both but kicked him fast when he realised how quick you two would gang up on poor leo.

Mikey and Y/n are merciless. For the sake of the world you two will never meet.

Leo is the king of verbal key smashing and your band mates are begging you to wear headphones

They love that Leo is helping you relieve stress and that you’re making friends but do you have to play at 4am?????

basic things that can be heard from your gaming sessions:

"Do you think the demon baby can actually feel pain?" [chucking the thing in the oven] "I don’t think babies are real."

"I know you cheated, you fuck, I will find you…and I will kill you." [in the comfort and safety of the actual fucking sewers] "I’ll roll out the welcome mat, Liam Neesan."

You’re??? only one to understand??? and laugh at his jokes????

He is floored when you send him the most cursed memes out of nowhere at the most random times.

His favourite is the kwispy one.

Leo will pay you to stop sending him sonic memes.

Donnie will pay you to keep sending the sonic memes and even supply a few he’s been saving.

After months and months of chatting, killing zombies, killing each other and tormenting virtual babies, you both start wishing you could meet in real life.

I don’t want him to be intimidated by who I am :( What if they’re a l l e r g i c to turtles!!!!!!

both the mad dogs and your band mates are tired of hearing this

Ahhh but fate moves in cunning cold bitch ways.

Touring to New York City proves difficult when fans break into your room for reasons beyond comprehension, and Leo just happens to be patrolling near the hotel.

Takes him a second to recognise you in your pj’s and hoodie, and Holy fucking shit balls- Y/N FUCKIN L/N crawling out a window on the 55th floor!!!!!!!!

inching towards the window of the room your manager’s in, and you’re doing a good enough job of it that Leo considers leaving you to your escape, which is too bad he really would have liked to meet-

-your foot slips

Leo portals to you so fucking fast you have no idea what happened. “Don't freak out, don't freak out” panic-whispers a familiar voice, his hand covering your eyes while he leads you somewhere.

When you do open your eyes you’re on the roof of some pizza restaurant. “What the actual fuck????”

Your manager was nice enough not to ask why you ran away to get pizza instead of hiding with them.

the restaurant owners were nice enough to get you a ladder.

your manager also upped the security.

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #i worked way too long on this #rise-of-the-teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles #y/n x leonardo #y/n and leonardo #part 1 #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey

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abidethetempest · 9 months

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mega 3-in-1 rise and fall retrospective post!

(because i forgot to do them for the last three chapters..... oops) literally one person i think is cool liked my post about bringing these pack and I am Not Immune to peer pressure so I decided to do the ones I missed right away lmao

Chapter 10

As I said in the authors note on this chapter, this one was hard for me. Mainly because I was writing it while working on my conlang and then I got too excited abt the conlang and kinda forgot to write the chapter,,,,, I honestly can't remember if there was anything cool or important I wanted to highlight for this one. Rereading it now, I don't see anything to point out in particular. I mostly had fun writing Risen being kind of a menace with her lack of self preservation, and having Erikses go into mom-mode at the end.

Chapter 11

Aster

oh hey look that guy again. i'm sure he's not gonna cause any problems at all :)

no but in all seriousness, I do really like writing about Aster and how Risen feels about him. It's cool to have him be seen as a very real threat, esp in a game where as the player I feel like this unstoppable murder machine 90% of the time. Risen also has to worry about the lives of the House, who are most definitely not going to get back up if Aster kills them like she does. She's already prone to paranoia when it comes to him, so tapping back into some of her fears after a few chapters of relative peace was refreshing. (For me, anyway, I'm sure it sucked for her.) Excited to show you guys her growth as a character thru dealing w Aster and also to get to the more exciting bits of this arc.

I Wish Erikses Was My Mom

need I say more? Erikses is kind of my favorite character (okay maybeeee she's tied with Aakse tbh) and I just love writing her interactions with Risen. I was concerned that it would feel like her relationship with Risen moves too quickly from "tentative ally/mentor figure" to "i have been adopted this nice crab alien" but I eventually came to my senses and realized this is my fic and I can do whatever I want.

I do honestly feel like this was the right time to have them get closer, and not just because I want to write cute bonding times. I'll probably elaborate on this more in that sidefic I have planned; Erikses is someone who has always wanted to be a mentor and parent figure but it simply never worked out until now. Now Risen is suddenly thrust into her life, and Erikses has come to care about her beyond the initial "honored guest who I owe a great debt to" dynamic.

Writing that hug healed my soul. Erikses is best mom confirmed.

Chapter 12

all caught up now!

The Nightmare

ehehehe I bet I got some of you with that little fakeout huh >:3c sorry not sorry. It wasn't in my outline, but I felt like I wanted to show that, even tho Risen got some nice comfort from her alien mom Erikses last chapter, she's not instantly cured of all fear. But now she has Erikses in her corner if she ever needs someone to remind her its still gonna be okay.

Traveling Songs

A thing that has been in my brain since almost day 1 of this project is the idea of group songs being big in Eliksni culture. Traveling songs are specifically meant to bring good luck on your journey and keep everyone entertained (and awake) during all that damn walking. Also the sound of large groups of people singing together just does something to my brain okay.

Erikses, let me see what you have? A knife! NO!

Everybody's favorite scribe stabs people in her free time, go queen. This cultural detail is another one I've been kicking around for a long time. I think it came more out of the Long Drift than Riisborn Eliksni culture. Everyone needs to know how to fight, because the universe can be an incredibly cruel and hostile place, especially after the Whirlwind. Even scholars like Erikses traditionally are trained in some kind of weapon, tho their skills are usually more focused on self defense.

Risen Can Change Her Knives Now?

This is not a Risen-specific ability! (Actually none of her abilities as a Guardian will ever be hers alone, just a matter of skill, age, and practice.) I headcanon that Guardians can change the form of their Light-based summons (Hunter knives, Titan hammers, Golden Gun, Dawnblades, etc.) to fit their own personal tastes or fighting style. Within reason, ofc-- a Golden Gun will always be a gun, but maybe some Hunters make it a sniper instead. Risen wants her knives to look like Erikses's and in a quiet environment, with time and focus, she can do it. This is a lot harder during a fight, but practice makes perfect.

Embroidery <333

Once again, R&F is secretly just me gushing about every fiber art I know/want to learn forever. Embroidery is one I want to learn real bad; I do cross-stitch already a tiny bit, so I think I could do it in theory, but it just looks like magic to me ughhhh so cool.

Erikses choosing to share her art with Risen is a significant act in Eliksni culture, and somewhat formalizes their teacher-student relationship (we have not gotten to my cultural concept of iksabas yet but when we do I will have so much yelling to do about Erikses and how she makes Risen a member of her family thru the act of sharing her language and her craft with her).

whew okay thats a long boi in the soup but there's three chapters worth of retrospectives!

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny fanfiction #destiny oc #destiny rise and fall au #rise and fall retrospectives

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stuckycreativity · 2 years

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[ID: A statue of an archangel with blurred out eyes, in the middle of a white background. It holds a shield in their right arm. Left and right of the statues is the title of the story below, “A Superhero learns to Fly”.]

originally posted on Ao3 (in 2014)

Fandom: Captain America, MCU Characters/Pairing: Steven Rogers & Bucky Barnes Tags & Warnings: Kid Steve Rogers, Kid Bucky Barnes, Pre War, Howling Commandos Era, CA: TFA, mentions of torture, Hurt/Comfort, Angst (Open/Goodish Ending), Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, POV Bucky Barnes, Character Study,

WC: 1455 - A story in 6 tiny parts.

All his life he's been told He’ll be nothing when he’s old All the kicks and all the blows He won't ever let it show („Superhero“, The Script)

„Name's James, but you can call me Bucky.“, he says and holds out his hand, grinning and eyes glinting. „Nice to meet you. I'm Steven Rogers but...you can call me Steve.“, the scrawny kid says, and his voice sounds like he's trying to act all grown-up and important. „Nice to meet'ya too, Stevie. Wanna play?“, he answers and shows him his new ball, the one he got from his Momma a few days ago.

„Yes. Should be careful, though.“ Turns out, playing ball isn't that good for poor Stevie's lungs, and they need to stop after a few rounds of catch-an'-throw. He almost falls over and his breathing is really weird, so Bucky helps him get home and apologizes. Steve says it's not his fault and is really polite, tears in his eyes but defiantly waving him goodbye, shouting a wheezy „See ya, Bucky!“, while his Mom pulls him inside with anxious eyes. Bucky decides that Steve's a brave kid, because he played ball with him even though he knew it wasn't good for him. And Bucky decides to be his friend, because someone's got to make sure the world is gonna notice that brave kid too.

II.

Steve gets sick one day, which isn't anything special, since he gets sick every few months – but this time, he doesn't get out of bed for weeks and weeks, and Bucky is starting to get really worried, hovering near Steve's bed while his Mom is making soup. „You're gonna be alright, Stevie. You're gonna be alright.“, he babbles, laying his jittery hand on sweaty hair. „Of course I'm gonna be alright, Buck.“, his friend mumbles, exhausted beyond description, but speaking nonetheless. Bucky can't say anything, he just swallows and tries to calm his racing heart. It's a few ours later when the fever finally breaks and the Doctor says Steve's probably going to live. Bucky almost cries and bites his lip until he tastes blood. He shakes his head and sits next to Steve's bed, listening to his best friend's mother crying and making more soup. He falls asleep thinking that Steve's a real brave kid, so strong and better than all of them. He dreams of a time when the whole world will see how great a kid Steve is.

III.

Sometimes, Bucky wants to kill them all and go to jail, just for Steve getting a break. It's not fair, that he's being used as a punching bag just for trying to stand up for other people. Bullies do what they do – they bully people. And Steve does what Steve does – he's defending other people, righteous guy that he is. And Bucky's left to pick up the pieces, ending several nasty fights and tending to Steve's wound after a run-in with a far-too-big fist. “You need to stop doing that.” “What?” “Picking fights with bigger ones.” “They pick on smaller and weaker ones.” “..You're small, too. It's dangerous.” “That's different, and I don't ca-” “I care. Just...stop.” “I can't, Buck. I can't.” Bucky just keeps tending to Steve's wounds and bites his lip, grinds his teeth and almost wants to smile. Because Steve's the best kid he ever knew, and one day the people will find out about him and nobody will ever beat Steve Rogers up again.

IV.

Bucky is good with the dames, and he knows it. Steve would be good with them too, if he tried. And if the dames wouldn't be so stupid and overly obsessed with giggling and hair styles and uniforms. He wants to roll his eyes, but there's an acid taste in his mouth and he wants to go home. Steve's uncomfortable, so therefore Bucky's uncomfortable too. The school dance isn't over yet, and even though Steve looks a bit miserable, he's eying Lizzy's brown hair, his cheeks red and mouth pulled into a small petulant smile. Lizzy's not giving him any attention, though, because she's silly and not even a real dame yet, and Bucky can see when Steve's reluctantly accepting his fate of having no partner for the dance tonight, face frustrated and eyes a tiny tad sad. On the spur of the moment he says goodbye to Brenda, leaving her right there at the ugly school table and grabs Steve by the arm. They leave the school dance and go home, eat the delicious stew Steven's mom does so well and build a fort out of cushions. They wrestle a bit until Steve almost has an attack and then they giggle softly and say good night to each other. Bucky goes to sleep almost instantly, smiling to himself and thinking of the day when all those stupid dames will discover Steve as the best lad there is, because he's funny and smart and oh, so good.

Nobody will take Steve, and while he's really angry and frustrated, Bucky on his part is so very relieved and thankful. Not for Steve's health problems and general condition, never, but for the people saving him from certain death in some muddy ditch at the front line of the biggest bully fight ever. He himself is already part of the army without really wanting to, but he can't do nothing – and he sees the opportunity to end a fight before Stevie even gets near it, so he's not gonna turn away, even if he could. Therefore he grits his teeth and puts on his uniform, gets promoted to Sergeant surprisingly fast and sees Steve a hell of a lot less than he anticipated. He should have known though, and he tries to get used to it. The war's really bad, but he's not so bad at what he's doing- he tries not to dwell on it and thinks of Stevie instead. Steve's Mom has been dead a while now, and his own parents are dead as well, so they're all they've got left now. He writes letters and cards, visits him when he's on home leave – and Steve never stops trying to get into the damn army. Bucky would be angry, perhaps a bit sad – but he's only worried and a little proud, because that's just as much as he expected from the scrawny kid. So he watches Steve with a somewhat doleful smile and prays for the world to see the huge and big soul his best friend's got. Not today, maybe, please not today, but one day.

VI.

His whole world is on fire, and it's all wrong and horrible. Bucky's gonna die, he's certain – the Germans have given him something deadly now, surely. He sees monsters in the corners, but when he turns his head to yell at them they are gone. There's only greyness and numbness paired with never-ending pain. He keeps mumbling like they wished all those days ago, can't seem to stop, and there's so much noise and so much emptiness inside his head, and he just can't- Suddenly Steve's there, but he's too big, and Bucky almost laughs and hears a tired, kinda breathy voice asking the questions he wants to ask too – later he realises that he must have asked them himself after all. He follows the larger version of Steve out of Hell and wonders why Captain America, that silly wack from the motivational comics looks a lot like Steve and came to save him and the others- but then he faints, hearing a muttered “Thataboy”.

He wakes up and Steve's there again, big and healthy and grabbing Buck like his life depends on it – he almost closes his eyes again, but only almost. They smile at each other and then Bucky throws up all over Captain America's shoes, but he keeps smiling and hides his trembling hands, just happy to have Steve by his side. Bucky gets better faster than he should, but they don't think about it, just talk a lot about nothing and everything. They march all the way back and Bucky is exhausted but so damn proud of his scrawny best friend, even though he feels a lot like he lost someone.

At one point he yells “Let's hear it for Captain America!” - and his heart is full of confusing thunder because the scrawny kid is somehow gone, the world has suddenly noticed the hero that has been living in a weak body all this time, the hero that has finally gotten the wings he always deserved.

Bucky grinds his teeth and follows him, wings or not, is willing to share Steve Rogers with a world who doesn't deserve him but took him nonetheless.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #captain america fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #pre war stucky #pre war #howling commandos #howlies era #whump fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #angst fanfiction #my posts #my fic

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(Old babysitter AU anon) I should be doing something else, but I'm bored doing that and would rather throw this out there first

Allen kicks his feet up on the desk in front of him as he leans back in the chair. He looks around the office, so small it would make a shoe box feel cozy. If he'd had to share this space with a coworker, he'd go insane. He's starting to feel like he's going insane already, just sitting here and waiting.

He finds patterns in the tiled ceiling, and the moment he notices that one of the lights is duller than the others, he can't stop noticing it and scowls. If he'd taken those stupid tests like his mom had wanted, maybe he could have gotten a better scholarship at that nice school upstate, but if dealing with FASFA was shitty enough for his leftover expenses at this cheap-ass school, he didn't want to even think how much worse it would be going to one that's marketed as Historical.

"Feet off my desk, I just cleaned that, and get up and sit in your own chair."

Allen's brown eyes flickered to look at Professor Bowtie--as he'd dubbed him. He barely looked much older than Allen himself, but a quick Google search an hour earlier had let Allen know the junior professor was 24, six years older than Allen.

More than before, an itch covered Allen's brain, telling him that Professor Bowtie looked familiar. Tall, blond, and blue-eyed, he wasn't the most unique-looking person ever--practically Hollywood's perfect Boy Next Door besides his nerdy attire--but Allen had to admit that he enjoyed seeing his dimples when he smiled.

Which made his instinct to poke the bear with a stick make no sense, but Allen's actions were rarely driven by logic.

"Don't you want me to be comfortable?" Allen asked, mouth in an easy grin as he winked.

Professor Bowtie gave an unamused look that poked something in Allen's memory, strengthened when Alfred put his hands on his hips.

"God, you're still a little shit," he muttered as he kicked the door shut, and he fought to keep from smiling at Allen's surprised expression. "This is my first year being an advisor, too, so give me a break, will ya? Now move. I need to access your schedule and un-fuck it up."

Rendered silent for the first time in years, Allen slowly removed his feet from the huge desk and got up. He didn't like that Professor Bowtie remembered who he was but he didn't, beyond this itchy feeling of familiarity. He didn't want to ask, though. Doing that felt like admitting defeat.

And Allen B. Jones did not admit defeat.

THIS IS SO- IT’S SO SO SO CUTE I LOVE IT!! not gonna lie, i love when alfred’s a little grumpy. i feel like that dynamic works so well with vb because allen can be so smug hehe.

and also alfred recognising him but allen barely remembering 😭 poor guy! i love this au so much and your writing slaps! it’s making me wanna draw something for professor bowtie hehe

#ANON!!!! I LOVE THISSSS #allen going from an annoying kid to an even more annoying adult. so slay #asks!#babysitter au #its got a tag now!#if i can find the other asks i’ll tag those too

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a-sexy-asexual-658 · 2 years

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The Twin Sister (Part 2)

Summary : (Y/N) Foster is the twin sister of Sophie foster. She's known as a crack head 'female Keefe Sencen' but what happens when Forkle could only carry two people at a time when the neverseen kidnapped her Sophie and Dex and had to leave her behind? What happens when he went back for her and it was too late? What happens when they raided a neverseen base only to find her bloodied and tortured? What happens when they find out she isn't the (Y/N) they all know and love anymore?

Chapter 2

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Today had been interesting, to say the least. After we got home our mom yelled at us then Sophie made up some lie about why we ran away from school. Later I kept humming some tune that was in my head, where the random music comes from is beyond me, as we ate dinner that night. Sophie for some reason wanted to get out quickly and as she left she shot me the 'hurry up and meet me in the room' look, don't ask how I always know what she's thinking without being a telepath. It's a twin thing. Just to piss her off I ate slower and our parents just shot me looks and asked if anything was wrong, they had noticed how Sophie shot me a look and whatever.

I made conversation with Amy about random things, unlike her and Sophie we had a semi-good relationship. She thought I was cool and fun and I loved to teach her about how to make a good insult and help her cheat on homework or a test without getting caught. Which mind you, our parents don't approve of, but do we care? NOPE!!

As I finished eating I went upstairs and walked into mine and Sophie's room, we had the option of separate rooms but either I always had nightmares or Sophie just couldn't sleep and I somehow always got her to sleep, so we decided to share. Heck, we even share a two-person-sized bed. Hmm, I can feel those weirded-out looks and deadpans through the screen and why am I narrating my life? And why am I zoning out so many times? Oh, right, the author lazy af. (HEY!! AND Fourth wall bitch!!*kicks her then fixes fourth wall) Anyway don't judge, every cool person has a cuddle buddy or stuffed animal cuddle buddy, but epically amazing people like me and Soph have both. Ha!

When I got up there Sophie was changed and pacing the room, I just tip-toed toward the closet to change there, and surprisingly? The world took mercy on me from Sophie's wrath and I changed in peace. When I finished I was in a fuzzy warm blue panda onesie. YES, I LIKE ANIMAL ONESIES DEAL WITH IT YOU UNCOOL LOSERS!! And for fellow onesie lovers HI!! It's nice to meet you!

Anyway as I tiptoe to the door to escape her wrath I stepped on a squeaky board on the floor and she whipped around to see me. I froze in fear as she smiled sweetly and walked over to me. I had exactly 1 second to decide if I should bolt, which had a 99 to 1% chance of working or suffer her wrath. I cho- neverminded the second was waisted and she's now in front of me.

Before I could react she quickly pulled me into a tight hug and I felt her shaking. She had stuffed her face into my shoulder and I could tell she was sobbing. I softly wrapped my arms around her back and held her, in response her grip tightened. She was taller than me by a few inches and it pissed me the hell off, but at moments like these, I didn't care. I rested my face on her head as she cried. I lead her to the bed and we just laid there, under the comforters all warm and cozy with Marty laying next to Sophie's head giving her small loving kisses. Ah. Marty's love and comfort was painful but sweet, still painful though. Damn his tongue and its spikes.

Sophie's cries reduced to sniffles as she buried her face further into my neck, soaking the soft fabric of the hood of my onesie with her tears. "There there, Soph, now why don't you tell me why you were crying," I asked softly as she pulled away and blinked her big watery brown dough eyes at me. She acted quiet and emotionless around people, even our parents, but was so sensitive and trusting around me. I guess I was really the only person she truly trusted, well same can be said for me but can you blame us? All we had was each other since a very young age because of our abilities, but I liked to call them curses.

"It's just, we're elves, which means our parents aren't our parents and we don't belong here and just we have to forget about everything we know and care about it's so overwhelming and scary. I can't help it." I was rubbing her back soothingly as she spoke. I grabbed her by the shoulder lightly and pushed her far enough that we could look each other in the eye.

"Sophie, first of all, they will always be our parents. Blood or not, species or not. They raised and cared for us all our lives, they are our parents. And second, all of this is stressful and overwhelming and so so very hard but this is for the best. We'll be accepted and among our own kind. We'll be happy, meet people and more. So just look at the bright side." I said and she smiled and mumbled something I couldn't make out. (ugh this is getting too mushy)

I just hummed and was about to say something when our mom walked in with cookies and milk. I giddily sat up and grabbed one as she spoke, Sophie also reached for one but stopped when she saw something. I looked and saw they were decorated like elves but kept munching. What? THEIR COOKIES, EVERYONE LIKES COOKIES!!! As I ate I noticed they were chocolate. CHOCOLATE!! I LOVE CHOCOLATE!! (Ok I have a nice healthy -yeah haha no- addiction *cough obsession with chocolate, deal with it)

I soon ate the whole plate while my sister and mom talked and when mom looked back to the plate and saw it empty with crumbs all over my face her jaw dropped. She then scolded me for eating so many cookies - and doing it so fast- and gave me the glass of milk to help with my now dry mouth. After I was done drinking our dad walked in and they proceeded to tuck us in. When they were about to leave Sophie asked a question. "Are we adopted?" Our parents looked flabbergasted at the question. I mean even before today we still would have thought this, Sophie a honey blonde with brown and me a (H/C)nette with brown and blue eyes in a brown-haired green-eyed family? Yeah, either a side hoe, or we were adopted.

"No of course, not sweetie, what makes you think that?" Sophie just shrugged and made an excuse as they left. Me and Sophie cuddled up to each other with Sophie holding Ella, her stuffed elephant toy with a Hawaiian shirt (is it weird that until the 7th book I thought it was a skirt), and I was holding Kira, my stuffed fox. It didn't have any special clothing but she had blue bead eyes and golden fur. We just laid in comfortable silence as Marty purred at my touch, I always fell asleep petting the little cat.

~The Next Day~

Me and Soph woke up and got dressed, she got dressed in a yellow and brown striped long sleeve shirt for some reason and I let it go until I saw her putting on lip gloss, I gave her a glare and she stuck her tongue out at me, she was clearly trying to impress someone, cough* Fitz*cough. I just rolled my eyes and put on my black and gray plaid skirt with a black sweater with weird but cute sleeves on. I put on some cute boots too and a simple clear gloss on my already pink lips. What? When Sophie outdoes herself so do I, and those elves looked like pretty fancy people, I'm going to dress up.

When Sophie saw me she rolled her eyes with a small laugh. We walked outside shortly after, wanting to get some burned sugar air before we have to deal with people, fresh was never an option. Our next-door neighbor was out on his lawn and doing that thing he does with his gnome statues. Why does he do that every day? Whatever. I just leaned on the railing of the small two stair steps as Sophie looked around. We suddenly heard barking and looked and saw a small dog running across the street.

"Hey! Can you catch him?!" Some guy asked. I smiled widely and ran to the dog Sophie had caught by stepping on its leash. I picked her up and started gushing at her cuteness. She licked my face and I giggled, I held her softly in my arms as I pet her. The man finally caught up and started talking to Sophie, but I froze when I felt his emotions. I glanced at him through my eyelashes. The emotions themselves didn't creep me out, it was what the emotions were. I felt determination, and a few others but I just couldn't place my finger on them, was it disgust? Accomplishment? I don't know.

"Who are you?" I asked flatly and defensively. I softly pulled Sophie back away from him as she gave me a confused look. The man's emotions took an immediate downturn. He started to sweat as he felt fear and stress like he was about to be exposed. He acted like he didn't hear my question and asked me and Soph if we could walk to his house with him because he couldn't control the dog which hated him and she seemed to like us.

By this time Sophie also started to suspect something and said no as she slightly stepped in front of me. I frowned and felt the urge to roast this guy, so guess what I did? I roasted him. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Asking two 12-year-olds to walk away from home with you alone. What are you 24? 25? Older? That's kinda sketchy, for all we know you could be a pedophile or a kidnapper. Hell no!" The man froze for a good few minutes not expecting that, then a look of anger crossed his face and he looked like he was about to grab us when Mr. Forkle suddenly stepped in front of us and told the man to leave. The man looked hesitant was soon was intimated by the old man and left after I put the dog down. We thanked Mr. Forkle and went back inside.

Now we are at school, I could tell Sophie was upset about something but I ignored it. We or should I say I got some stares today at school, some jealous others just annoyed. I didn't really care. As school let out and I was walking with Sophie when she disappeared out of nowhere, I only realized it a few minutes later and was confused. I could've sworn she was right next to me.

Suddenly a boy walked up to me, he looked to be around my age, probably a year older. Maybe 13? 14? Around there, he had gorgeous black hair and dark electric blue eyes. He had soft pink girly lips that were curved into a smirk and was wearing a button-down long-sleeved velvet shirt with black slacks and some sneakers. He had tannish pale skin and a soft light pink over his cheeks. My heart did soft fluttery things that confused me. I never felt that before, well from others yes but not me. So that's what I labeled it, someone else's emotions.

"Hey, I'm Jackson. What's your name cutie?" He said with a flirty smile and I felt heat pool into my cheeks. I just tilted my head while casting my eyes down. I stuttered out my name and I saw out of the corner of my eye that his smirk widened. "Well (Y/N), that's quite the beautiful name you have.-" He proceeded to lean against the tree next to us as he spoke. " I saw you walking by and couldn't help but-"

"Y/N) THERE YOU ARE!!!"

He was cut off by the voice of my sister who ran by along with Fitz and pulled me as they ran away. I looked back at Jackson causing me to keep stumbling. He was just standing there a little stunned from shock.

Quickly when Sophie's grip finally loosened I pulled my arm loose and skidded to a stop making sure not to fall and made a quick 180 running back to the cute boy. I stopped right next to him and as he finally snapped back to reality I pecked him on the cheek and whispered in his ear "Bye Jack~" With a smile on my face and a flirty gaze and ran back to the two teens I had left behind. I stole a glance back and saw Jackson full-on red while holding the cheek I kissed.

Sophie started questioning me about him with her own mischievous smirk and Fitz only sighed with a deadpan. I could have sworn I heard him mumble a 'girls' under his breath. When we reached a secluded place Fitz leaped us to what he said was called 'Everglem', but heck all I saw was a big golden gate. I seriously could make someone go blind. He opened the door and an older version of Fitz was revealed. I just walked right in not giving the fancy house a second glance. I folded my arms behind my head as I walked next to the two.

The man smiled at us as Fitz started to speak. "Guys this is my father, Alden." I looked the man up and down and shrugged, I swear if all elves looked this plain and goody to shoes I was going to explode. I need some bad boys if you know what I mean y'all.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sophie (Y/N)." Alden said with a crisp accent, "And I see Fitz wasn't kidding about the brown eyes and mismatched I see. Most unusual." The guy said, I just deadpanned at him as I brought my arms down and crossed them over my chest and turned my head away in a humph.

"Rude, man, rude," I grumbled out with a pout, although if you told me I was pouting I would punch you then say I wasn't. Sophie nearly screeched my name in my ear as Alden spoke.

"My apologies, I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's actually quite pretty right Fitz." I just ignored him, excuses excuses, asswholes asswholes. (ah yes witness my hatred for Alden Vacker)

"Did you tell anyone else where the girls were?" Fitz asked and that's when I decided to sneakily make my escape from this boring conversation. How you ask? Once Sophie got distracted by being in the conversation I walked away. I kept walking looking at and sniffing all the flowers and plants. A soft smile that only Sophie has ever seen crossed my face as I looked at all the prosperous life living here.

Suddenly I felt a small tug at my skirt and I looked down to see a child-like being. I smiled in a friendly manner and they smiled back. "I saw you looking at all the plants, would you like to help out? If you like of course, you just looked curious about everything." My smile widened as I nodded my head.

"Yes of course I would." The boy led me to a patch and he told me how to plant and pick what he said was called Umber leaves and some other name I already forgot. I made conversation with the boy as we worked. "So what is your name, and not to be rude but what are you?" I asked lightly the boy smiled and glanced at me quickly.

"My name's Rina, and I'm a gnome. I suspect from that question that your one of the two girls from the forbidden cities I heard was coming today." I just nodded and we kept talking as we worked. This was really peaceful, to be honest, hmm I should help the gnomes out some when we're all settled down.

Suddenly I felt someone harshly pull me by the hood of my sweatshirt causing me to land on my butt, I was kneeling on my knees, planting something into the ground. I Looked up and saw that it was Fitz. He looked a little freaked out and for some reason started saying sorry. I was confused and when he stopped he coughed into his hand with a light blush and asked me to fix my clothes. I being confused looked down and saw that by pulling me back he caused my skirt to slide up on my thighs and my legs being bent upward didn't help. My sweatshirt was also falling off one of my shoulders. I blushed and fixed it as I got up.

I said goodbye to Rina as Fitz lead me to some big fancy doors. He opened them to reveal Alden, Sophie, two men, and a woman waiting for us. We sat down and Alden told us to start eating and we did.

"So, uh, (Y/N), what were you doing?" Alden asked me and I glanced at him.

"I was helping some gnomes out in the garden why?" I asked and I felt a small shift in the woman and red-haired man's emotions. Change in judgment maybe, ah the wonders of first impressions. After we ate everyone spoke and Sophie ended up dropping the guy with pointy ears on his ass. 'Deserved' I thought. After we stopped talking and Bronte sat back down with a huff they all looked at me and I looked confused then I realized they wanted me to demonstrate my ability and telekinesis. I sighed and looked around and I caught sight of a few couches across the room. I picked them up and accidentally picked up everything on that side of the room. Hahaha, funny thing ..... none of them noticed and the objects were very heavy.

"Well, (Y/N), can you use telekinesis?" Alden asked still thinking I didn't know what they wanted. I just deadpanned and pointed behind him. They all looked back and nearly jumped in shock, cause let's be honest, there were like 10 pieces of furniture and that doesn't include the paintings and chandler. Bronte showed no emotion but I still felt his emotions, ah yes I was able to impress sir grumpy pants, YES!! Everyone smiled widely but Sophie being well Sophie noticed my furrowed brow and the small beads of sweat on my forehead and told me I could put it all down.

"Well, can you give a demonstration of your empathy?" Kenric asked and I looked confused.

"Empathy? What empathy?" I asked they all looked confused as Sophie did a slow annoyed facepalm.

"Um, your ability?" Alden said or more like asked.

"Ohhhh my ability right? Sorry, I thought you meant real empathy and I got none of that." I said with a cheeky grin and we all heard a snort. Everyone looked around to see who did it and then froze a few seconds after. They all turned toward Bronte who had tight lips and wide eyes like he was surprised he did it himself. Which I could tell you he was.

"D-did you ju-"

"Shut up."

Bronte stopped Kenric who had a big grin on his face from talking. Alden coughed trying to hide his own, because honestly, Bronte was the stone-cold councilor, who wouldn't smile at him showing emotion. "Anyway, you need to touch one of us to feel our emotions so if you want I-"

"Nah"

I interrupted him and he looked confused. I started to name the emotions they were all feeling while pointing at them. They all looked astonished at this and Kenric stumbled over his words.

"W-wait you c-can feel emotions without physical contact?" I just nodded and everyone fell silent. I started to sweat at their hard stares.

"Wait, can't every empath do that?" I stuttered out, with a scared expression, which Alden had noticed. He placed a hand on my shoulder with a soft smile on his face.

"No need to worry, it just means you are a very powerful and exceptional empath. Which is a good thing." He said and I calmed down slightly but still reached for Sophie's hand which she accepted. Bronte cleared his throat breaking the silence as he started to speak.

"Well, I have made my decision then." Everyone held their breath as they waited for him to say it. "I say no to Sophie and yes to (Y/N)" Everyone was shocked at his decision but let it go as Kenric announced that he said yes to both of us, so I already passed but I still held Sophie's hand tight, for her. Everyone stared at the woman and she just reached out bother hands and told us to grab them, which we did. But they stopped me halfway.

"(Y/N) she wants to read your emotions, can you take off your glove?" Alden asked and my face dropped. I looked down and then bit my lip. They all looked confused as to why I was so hesitant to remove my glove but didn't question it thinking it was a personal thing, which it was. I softly lifted my hands a moment later and untied the string and pulled the glove off. My hand shook a bit at the loss of the fabric. I always took pleasure and comfort in the soft fabric and my hands being covered so whenever I took them off it always felt weird and unnatural.

Me and Sophie gave our hands over to the pink counselor and she closed her eyes. She started to expose us- cough I mean say what we were feeling. I don't like this. Wait- but this is also my ability, so I don't like my ability? Oh, wait I never like it, haha. After exposing Sophie she looked at me and tilted her head with a furrowed brow.

"You are more confusing than Sophie. But not the type that I can't decipher your emotions more of the type that they come and go too quickly or mix together too much. But right now I'm feeling fear and unease. Also sadness and emptiness, but those two seem to not be related to this situation, it's more of a deeper emotions surrounding how you feel about your life and yourself." She said and it caused all eyes to turn to me with either shocked or pitying looks, ugh I hate pity.

I quickly grabbed my hand back like I was electrocuted letting out an awkward laugh with nervous sweat beading down my face. Damn I really need to go to that garden and help the gnomes, it was just so calming. "haha, yeah, what a way to expose a person's personal life huh, right Soph." I avoided eye contact with everyone and heard awkward shuffling and still felt those pitying glances.

"Hey (Y-"

"I give them both a pass." Oralie cut Fitz off from saying something sappy and I was internally grateful for it. I tuned out everything else as I put on my glove and relaxed. I just sat down and closed my eyes as I waited for Alden to come back which he did a few minutes later. He lead me and Sophie to separate rooms to change and the dress he told me to where was pretty but not my style. I know it wasn't my dress and the things in the room weren't mine, but did I care? NOPE!! I fixed the dress a bit.

The dress was originally a plain red dress that faded into a light pinkish white, with small straps but then I found some scissors, beads, and flowers, with a bit of fabric and I made it beautiful.

When I walked out Alden Sophie and Fitz were waiting for me, when the door opened they all turned with impatient looks, although Alden's was hidden better. When they saw me their faces fell. Alden just tilted his head probably thinking that that wasn't the dress he gave me, while Fitz's eyes widened and he turned red. Sophie just smiled.

All I did to the dress was cut the straps off while attaching new ones that fell off the shoulders and add some silver beads to the shirt of the dress that complimented my blue eye. I also wrapped a few flowers around it. So I didn't do much but it still looked a lot better, well in my opinion. The dress also contrasted and blended with my (S/T) perfectly and although the boots I wore and my gloves ruined the look I wasn't getting rid of them. The gloves for obvious reasons and I had a gut feeling I would need the boots.

Alden just shook his head with a smile as he took a crystal out of his pocket.

"Well, are you ready to go, girls?"

"Where are we going?" Sophie asked Alden smiled again, damn dude if you keep smiling so much your face will hurt. And I don't mean the ache of smiling too much I mean the ache of me breaking your jaw. Yes as you can see I hate people who smile too much and Alden.

"How would you girls like to see Atlantis?"

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I hope you liked it.

Goodbye.

Sahiko out.

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