#and the yellow accents! and the purple pants! nothing not to love about this fucking creature
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#mienshao#one of my all time faves. there is nothing not to love about this thing#their squeaks. their flappy arm sleeve things. their big piercing red eyes. their floppy whiskers. their tiny little ears. their red nose#the same half-closed eyes as scolipede. the tasteful purple stripes on white fur#and the yellow accents! and the purple pants! nothing not to love about this fucking creature
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Shattered Memories - Ch. 2
Chapter summary: Nuyia is going to teach Miles some of the Na'vi ways. For a start - she shows him what kinds of plants are edible and which are not but he wants to hunt.
Pairing: Na'vi Quaritch x Na'vi Fem OC
[1,640 words]
Chapter 1.|
@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed
TW: cursing
A/n: This story takes place after the ATWOW so it contains spoilers. I don't have any beta for that fic so I'm sorry if you find mistakes. English is not my native language (I wish).
“Get up!” She shook Miles. “Get the fuck up, demon!”
He opened his eyes and sat up, yawning.
“What the hell you want from me?” Miles asked, looking at Nuyia.
“You forgot? You wanted to learn our, Na’vi, way. To save your son. So, get up. And don’t forget to roll up you pantlegs.” She pointed to his dirty and tattered camo pants.
Finally, Miles stood up and did what Nuyia said. She looked at his bare feet and shook her head.
“You, demons, even not looking normal. Five fingers? Really? For what? Never mind, if you’re ready, let’s go outside.”
She didn’t look at him. Miles followed her, saying nothing.
“What about breakfast?” He asked, still following her. They were outside the house - in the middle of the jungle. “I know it’s already dawn, but ya know - we must eat something.”
Nuyia turned to him.
“So? We will find something in the forest. It is a part of Na’vi way. You must find something to eat by yourself. Meat, fruits, bulbs, fish. And you must know what kinds of that things are edible, and what are poisonous. Follow me.”
She heard his loud footsteps. Nuyia bit her lower lip, irritated. He was too loud, but she must be patient. She has taught him how to be one of The People.
"So... We're going to hunt today?" He sounded excited. Sky People love hunting. Especially us. I shouldn't be surprised to hear his excitement.
"Today no. You're still too weak to do that and still, you know nothing about being the Na'vi." She answered, venturing into the forest. She took her little, curvy knife and looked about.
"Then what we're going to do? Walking in the forest? I thought that isn't one of the part beings Na'vi".
"Just wait. I will tell you. We are going to start with something easy." She jumped into the branch and ran on it. Miles looked at what she did, still staying on the ground. Nuyia jumped to another branch, shaped up, finally staying. She snipped a kind of fruit or bulb off the tree. "Think fast, demon!
She threw that thing at Miles. He caught.
"Nice reflex."
"What's is this?" Miles looked at fruits. One was smaller and greener than the other. The third one was purple and soft, without any yellow on it. A juice has escaped from the fruit.
Nuyia jumped to the ground and walked toward him.
"Get a closer look. Do you see? That purple is completely rotten. You can not eat that. When utumauti has that tone of purple, without yellow accents, it... makes toxins. Bad for our mind and heart." She pointed to her head and chest. "Don't even try if you want to live."
He made a disguised face, seeing that smelly juice trickled on his hand and fingers.
"This is fuckin' gross." He threw the rotten fruit. "What do you do with the rotten ones?" Miles asked, wiping the hand on his camos.
"Literally nothing. The borrowing energy has been sent back to Eywa. You should know that everything has an energy that is on loan. Me, you, that utumauti. Sky People called that fruit "banana fruit". Why banana? I don't know. When the cycle of life is ending, we must send back the energy. That circle is un... unstoppable. Did you understand me?
Miles scratched his chin.
"Not really, but you can be sure that I'll get that." He smirked.
"We will see. Okay, next one. Try that yellow one." He did that and made a face.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" He began to spit.
"I don't know any Jesus Christ. Completely yellow utumauti are unripe. Not toxic. Only not tasty. Try the last one.
He took a bite. His eyes have become bigger. Miles took a peep at Nuyia. She smiled at him, took another fruit, and began to eat.
"So... What do you think?" She asked, licking her fingers. A juice was sweet and bitter at the same time.
"This is..." He unfinished, taking another bite. She noticed that he liked the flavor.
"Only purple with yellow utumauti is good enough to eat. You must pay attention to that." Nuyia finished the fruit and then dug the skin, showing Miles what to do. She thanked Eywa for the food. A tall blue man tried to do the same but he couldn't repeat her words so he only dug the scraps with his foot. He still couldn't bend due to his wound.
"So... that banana is called utumauti?" He asked.
"Yes. And that tree..." She pointed at it. "Utra utu mauti."
"Utrautumauti". Miles replied.
"Ngengaìl lu skxawng. You are an idiot."
"What did you say?"
She hissed at him and then started to laugh. "Utra. Utu mauti. It's not a single word. Utumauti is. I said: 'You are a moron.'"
"I'm not a moron, sweetheart."
"Then stop calling me 'sweetheart'. I am not your mate. You have wanted to learn, so learn. Okay, next lesson. What do you feel?"
Miles blinked, surprised.
"What do I feel? Right now?"
She nodded, crossing her arms on her breasts.
"Such a stupid question. I feel the wet ground under my feet, nothing more."
"Great Mother Eywa... Close your eyes, Miles."
"But..."
"Close your fucking eyes!" He closed his eyes, and Nuyia pulled up herself to him. "I am not going to kill you so take a breath. Larger." She put her hand on his chest, the other on his back. "Okay, breathe out. And breathe in again. Slowly and deeply. That's it, Miles."
His skin was warm and wet because of the mugginess in the air. His heartbeat was strong, very strong. And fast under Nuyia's palm.
"Miles... Calm down, please. I feel your heartbeat. Breathe slowly and deeply. Just lay back. Nothing more. Don't think. Feel it."
She's been looking at him. He's become more and calm.
Time passed. After a few minutes, Nuyia asked him again:
"Now. What do you feel? Under your feet, in your nose. And answer me.
He focused. Moved his toes, and tilted his head. His little, pointed ears have moved. Miles knitted his brows.
"I... I feel the water in the dirt. I feel its smell. It's fresh and cold. And the smell of the fruit on your hand. I feel your touch on my chest and back and I hear the sound of the jungle." One of his ears twitched in the other direction. "It's prolemurs? No... Hexapedes... You called them yerik or something like that."
She smiled. Maybe he's not such a moron as I thought?
"You have got it. How many?"
"Let me think... Four. Nearby. Maybe one hundred meters from here."
"Five. One cub." She took her hands. "Okay, you can open your eyes.".
"That was... interesting. And funny. I like that." He smiled at her proudly.
Suddenly she froze, and her skin become pale.
"What happened, Nuyia?" Miles asked.
"Don't. Turn. Miles. Just don't turn.
"What is goin' on? What the hell are you sayin'?"
"Just shut the fuck up, Miles. Or we will be dead."
"What?" She turned himself seeing palulukan that was looking at them, hiding in the forest and probably hunting. "Oh, shit..." He became pale too, remembering that human Miles met that creature sixteen years ago. "Holy fuckin' shit...".
Palulukan moved into them. His claws scratched the rocks and trees.
"RUN, MILES!" Nuyia screamed, taking one of his hands. She started to run, entraining the tall blue man. "Faster!"
They both heard the creature. Miles and Nuyia jumped above the branches and roots. She knew that Miles was injured and his breath is becoming heavier and heavier and his hand wetter and wetter.
"We can fight with that!" He answered, still running behind Nuyia.
"No, we can't. We have no weapon. No bows, no blades... I have only one, a little knife! It's not enough to kill palulukan!"
Miles fell behind with an answer. He tripped over the root and fell to the ground. He moaned, looking behind himself. The palulukan was so close. He saw its sharp teeth and claws. I'm gonna be dead.
Nuyia gave his arm a pull.
"Miles, get the fuck up! NOW!" Finally, he stood up and started to run. Nuyia got him somewhere, he didn't know where, but it wasn't important. He must survive. He must survive to learn how to become a Na'vi and kill Jake Sully with his own weapon.
"Fuck!" Nuyia stopped. They were teetering on the edge of the huge waterfall. Palulukan has been closer and closer. "What should we do? What... Great mother Eywa..." She wanted to cry and didn't remember when she felt as useless as she now.
Miles was more logical. He looked around for something and finally found out. The narrow branches under them.
"Nuyia shut the fuck up and listen to me. Do you see that branches? Under us. We jump. We jump and catch them, do you understand?
She looked in that direction and swallowed.
"Are you crazy?! We will be dead if we do that!"
"So do you prefer death by it or have a possibility of saving your own life? I'm not gonna die. Not today. I count to three. When I say three, we jump. One. Two. Three!"
They jumped, feeling the breath of the palulukan behind them. Miles caught the branch because of his long and strong arms but Nuyia missed. He knew that probably he dislocated his shoulder but he snatched her arm. He felt pain in his arm.
"Gottcha! Catch a branch or we'll fall into the water!"
Unfortunately, Nuyia's hand slid off so she grabbed Mile's waist.
"Not me, woman! We're too heavy! Catch the other branch!"
"I can't! It's too far from me!"
Miles looked at his branch. It became snapping and cracking.
Finally, the branch snapped. And they fell into the water.
"Fuck!" He shouted before they underlined the water.
#avatar fanfic#avatar 2#avatar miles quaritch#avatar quaritch#avatar the way of water#recom quaritch#na'vi quaritch x na'vi oc#na’vi quaritch#oc na'vi#fem na'vi#colonel miles quaritch#miles quaritch#quaritch
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🦴☔️🌩🎃👻✨️💅🧿 <- an assortment take your puck
yr my hero for this ask . i AM just gonna choose 8 monster high dolls i wanna talk about . under a cut so as not to spam the entire dash
1.can i talk about neon frights twyla im dying to talk about neon frights twyla. theres things i rly like and really dont like about this line overall, (like. i can just tell looking at her that her hair is cheaply done, and everyones outfits are just the same hoodie and skirt situation) BUT. look. i love love LOVEEE her MAKEUP. and her little earplugs bc she doesnt like noise. her LANTERN?? the bunny details on her harness, but ALSO if you look closely at the top those are SPIDERS THAT ARE BUTTONS!! her hoodie has a little scalloped little peter pan collar situation?? ivbe literally thought of nothing of this doll for Days.
2. now. lets talk about neon frights draculaura. i love basically every single draculaura thats ever existed ever, shes my precious lovely girl and i love her sweet face. that being said . i Do Not Like Anything Happening Here.
i think the yellow is a terrible color choice. just awful. i think the purple lipstick could work and it doesnt. the skirt is hideous. the HAIR also bad. the laptop is cute, the shoes are good, and the bat wings on the collar are cute but theyve done that for draculaura before and better. but yeah look what they did to my girl :((((
3. NOW lets talk about the best doll of all time. haunt couture draculaura. i think of her all the time . she is so precious. i have nothing to add just look at how beautiful she is. NO NOTES.
4. im just gonna talk abt all these real quick. they come in a pack so its fine.
i love this drac so much, i think the cut of the cheerleader dress on her is sooo good. and FRANKIE. IS SO darling. look at them. the big shirt and their purple undercut LETS GOOO. toralei's dress having like, claw marks is so funny. everyone else is also good i just dont have much to say. i'd love to have some of these dolls but they do only come in the set and i dont want All of them so.
5. im sorry but i have to say something about monster ball lagoona.
like. the rest of lagoona's outfits tend to be athleisure type stuff. i dont know how they got from that to THIS!! what is this shade of fuchsia. the ruffles, the random black accents, the asymmetrical neckline, twenty seven different shades of blue... the lipstick...like, its camp, dont get me wrong, i think its fun in a disastrous way, but like. oh my god. especially in contrast with the other monster ball dolls i just. what.
6. MONSTER BALL CLAWDEEN THOUGH!!! the HAIR the BIG SLEEVES the BOWTIE the purple stripe on the pants the purse matching the shoes and the earrings like. shes iconic shes everything.
7. now we will talk about amped up frankie. like. absolutely fuck yes.
look at those fucking SHOES. (i also love how the g3 shoes are usually designed so that their prosthetic leg is revealed i think that rules. the pink strips in their hair, the tie and collar that are NOT attached to the shirt, THE KEYTAR. can you turn up the keytar i cant hear the keytar.
8. and lets end with my friend abbey bominable. first of all i love how shes taller than all the other girl dolls we love a tall gal. also you cant see her but she has tiny horns which i LOVE. i love her fanny pack i love all the accessories i love the sparkle i love that shes wearing a fur coat and a crop top like girl what weather are you dressing for i dont know but i dont care bc its a look. i love you.
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A masquerade themed collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server
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Warnings/tags: Smut, Super slight exhibitionism/voyeurism (threat of being caught)
6k ish words (shout out to my lovely @teddieh for keeping me on track and helping me thirst over the discount Pikachu we all love lol)
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"Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity, and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits started to flow.
The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist.
So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…"
Midnight spoke to you often about the extravagant galas she threw at least once a month. The hero had taken a liking to you ever since you started dating one of the up and coming hero’s at her agency Chargebolt. You couldn't deny the idea of attending one of her grand parties sounded appealing. Though you shrank back just as hard at the idea of being surrounded by Japan's top heroes. You’d met a handful of Denki’s pro friends, you'd even hung out with them fairly regularly, namely Sero sometimes Kirishima, and Hitoshi. But you knew he’d gone to school with a lot of Japan’s biggest names.
A soft hum leaves your lips as you shuffle through your mail, an elegant black envelope catching your eye. The matted black paper standing out from the normal sea of white, a delicate swirling blue pattern accenting the black. You drop the rest of the mail, attention immediately captured by the expensive and intricate-looking paper peeling back the pretty wax seal.
From: Mistress Midnight
You are cordially invited to Midnight's Masquerade. Join me and all the other guests in a night full of fun, mischief, and anonymity.
A black-tie event, Don't forget your mask~
You pause for a moment eyeballing the card, this was the first time Midnight sent you an official invitation. Normally offering you an invitation verbally. You smiled, she must have finally gotten tired of you trying to talk your way out of her invites in the moment. Before you could give it much thought you check off attending in the appropriate little box and tuck the rsvp card in the little mail-back envelope already provided. You smile at the Hero Midnight themed postage stamp dropping the card off by your keys so as to not to forget to mail it before moving on with your day.
You spend the next few weeks searching for the perfect dress, Kaminari reassuring you that nothing you could pick would be too much for one of Midnights parties. Still, you were a little hesitant to buy anything too insane. When you did finally come across the perfect dress the choice is easy scooping it up quickly with a wide smile on your face.
Three days before the gala Denki saunters into your shared bedroom with a shit-eating grin on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him as you dry your hair, fresh out of the shower in your favorite fluffy robe. Eyes immediately focusing on Denki who was clearly hiding something behind his back.
"Whatcha got there Kami?" You humm as your blond counterpart holds out a small not so elegantly wrapped box waving it at you. You laugh tossing the towel you’d dried your hair with to the side before crossing the distance towards Denki.
"Oh come on now Sunshine, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told ya what it was now would it?" Kaminari teases. You roll your eyes at him adjusting your bathrobe before taking the small box from him. You give him a playfully suspicious squint before tearing at the paper as Kaminari fully closes the gap between you. A warm strong arm settles around your waist as Kaminari presses himself against you. You relax into his hold absent-mindedly accept a kiss from him as you unwrap the gift fully.
Heat flashes through you as you get a peek at the present, finally understanding why Denki had walked in with the shit-eating grin on his face. You hear Kaminari chuckle as he leans in again, nuzzling at your cheek with his nose, his hot breath ghosting over your still slightly wet skin. You shudder pulling away from him a little to look at the small box in your hand. “Is this?” You mumble as your boyfriend’s hand begins to worm its way into the robe you’re wearing. Warm callous fingers exploring the soft plush flesh hiding underneath the soft fabric.
“I just thought.” Denki stars leaning back down towards you again. “We could have a little fun at the masquerade.” he hums lips brushing your collar bone. You stare at the toy through the transparent section of the packaging, light purple in color in a distinct U shape. One end of the toy had a rounded end while the other had a more flat textured end. Kaminari nips at your neck before pulling away from you, pushing the bathrobe off your shoulders exposing you to him. The cool air of the bedroom hits you all at once, your skin erupting into gooseflesh and your nipples slowly pebbling. Kaminari takes the toy from you, the ever mischievous smile on his face as he pulls it out of its packaging.
Kaminari holds the toy in one hand, the other coming down slowly to brush against your steadily warming cheeks. He hums as his hand trails down your neck, over your collarbone, and between your breasts before tumbling at your pert nipples. He chuckles as you whimper at the contact, continuing his decent warm callus fingers trailing down to your stomach before finally finding perch on your hip.
Denki lifts the toy up so that it is at eye level with you before speaking. “This end.” He says almost in a sing-songy voice thumbing at the rounded portion of the U shaped toy. The hand perched on your hip continues its descent down your body until his fingers are parting your folds. You shudder at the feeling, already worked up from his previous exploration of your body. You whine as he dips a tick warm finger into your aching core. “Goes inside of you here.” Kaminari’s voice is deep as he pumps his finger into you a few times. You squirm furrowing your eyebrows in frustration as he teases you.
“And this flat textured end.” Kaminari moves from the rounded end of the toy to the other flat textured end. The finger playing with your pussy leaving your warmth and you half whine half moan out his name in protest. Only to quiet again as Kaminari runs the finger now slick with your juices through your lips and up to your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves in soft gentle circles. “Gets to stay nice and snug right here, pressed up against that pretty little clit of yours.” You moan at the stimulation, pressing yourself against him as he plays with you. Denki smiles, discarding the toy on the nearest surface before pressing a kiss to your lips. You whine into the kiss and Denki chuckles against your lips, his warmth leaves you all at once as he pulls away a smirk on his face. You’re left needy and pouting staring at the back of Denki's head as he walks over to the bedroom closet.
"Hey, hey no no get back here" you chirp once you settle yourself a little, watching your boyfriend put the toy away and shrugging off his jacket.
"Awe come on sunshine, where's your sense of dramatic build-up." Denki laughs leaning on the dresser, yellow eyes taking in your form. Naked bare, just for him and only him to indulge in, his gaze warms you up all over again despite the cold of the room.
"Dramatic build my ass, you came home got me all worked up. You'd be such a whiny bitch about it if I'd done that to you" You know you're being childish crossing your arms over your chest, even a small stomp of your foot for dramatic effect. The goofy smile on Denki's face never wavers, but you see it in the way his eyes turn from a bright yellow to deep honey gold. He’s in front of you in three long strides, his hand enveloping your face large fingers giving your cheeks a firm but gentle squeeze.
"Well Sunshine, I was going to play with you later after I'd washed off the day. But if you wanna keep mouthing off" Denki punctuates the last bit with a kiss to your nose. "You'll get nothing tonight, and I might not even go through with what I had planned for the party" His tone is firm but teasing and you definitely hold his gaze. He quirks an eyebrow at you still smiling, no real hint of disappointment with your bratty attitude on his face. You know you can keep mouthing off, get him to press you into the mattress, and fuck you just how you like. But you can tell when Denki is planning something, and his favorite form of punishment is denial. So you cave in with a sigh averting your eyes and resting the weight of your head against his grip with a dramatic sigh. Knowing that if you behave tonight you'll get to take part in whatever he's scheming for the next day.
“Good girl” Denki chuckles leaning in to kiss you fully on the lips, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it lightly as he pulls away. Denki leaves you there a soft chuckle coming from him as he heads into the bathroom to wash off the day. You can't help the frustrated huff that leaves you.
You’re in bed when he comes out of the shower, spreading your legs for him in invitation when he spots you. Lust filled golden eyes rack over your body as you present yourself for him. Kaminari is on you in a flash, warm callous hands gripping your thighs harshly as he crawls up to your core. Large tongue lapping at your pussy, his fingers finding their way to your clit as he licks up your juices. Happy praise and teasing words spill from his lips as he eats you, keeping you panting and on edge all night denying you every time you’re near release until you're nothing but a blubbering crying mess beneath him.
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You squirm in the seat of the limo Midnight sent for you, fiddling with the intricate mask on your face in anticipation. You can feel the rounded end of the toy snugly inside of you, the flat textured end pressed up against your clit comfortably. Kaminari had devised a game to make the night more interesting, vibrator hot or cold he called it with a stupid smug grin on his face. You’d tested it out earlier that day, the insertable end stretching you nicely and when Kaminari activated the vibrating with his quirk it was strong but nice and quiet. Kaminari assured you no one would be able to hear the toy, but you would be lying if you said you didn't get a little bit of a thrill at the idea of possibly being caught.
Kaminari goes ahead of you to the masquerade the day of, parting ways before getting a chance to see your dress and sends you a text just as the limo you’re in pulls into the venue.
Kami: Don't forget, the stronger the vibration the closer you are. I'm already set up, ready when you are sunshine.
You shift your legs in anticipation at his text, a smile dancing on your lips. A soft sigh leaves you as you step out of the limo, taking a second to steady your nerves before heading into the venue. Briefly, you wondered if Midnight always pulled out all the stops like this. The entrance leads to a grand staircase, a gentleman taking your coat, and asking if you'd like your arrival to be announced. You thank him but decline before descending the staircase down to the main ballroom. Soft fairy lights and sheer blue fabrics draped over the banister as you make your way down the stairs to the main hub of the party.
A massive chandelier hangs up high illuminating the ballroom, bathing everything in a warm glow. There was already a healthy crowd of people mingling, everyone dressed in their most elegant outfits for the night faces adorned with equally intricate masks. Midnight had a clear black and blue color scheme going, intricate black flowers decorated the walls and some of the tables, accented by various shades of blue flowers.
You take a breath smoothing out your dress before searching the crowd for a familiar head of blond hair. You figured you’d take a strategic approach to finding Denki turning your attention first to the back corners of the ballroom eyes searching for familiar blond hair. A smile taking over your face as the toy buried in your cunt begins to vibrate gently indicating you'd started off in the right direction.
Despite your nerves at the beginning about not knowing anyone, this game of hot and cold you were playing with Denki made things much more bearable. You didn’t feel obligated to make idle chit chat with other random partygoers. Instead focused on finding your lovely boyfriend, the anxieties of having to socialize with strangers melting away. You head towards a door, the toy buried deep in your pussy speeding up significantly and you have to pause mid-step. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, bracing yourself against the door. You smile, pushing to open the door, certain Denki would be on the other side. “Found you!” the words come out playful tapering off in a soft moan.
You furrow your eyebrows when you realize the room is empty, it's some sort of small lounge, maybe a changing room for when there were performers in the venue. Vanity mirrors with soft lights run the length of one of the walls, a counter just underneath lined with chairs. A coat rack hanging in the back end of the room and a large fainting couch off to one side, another full-length mirror lining the opposite wall. You pout, the room was clearly empty despite the steady strong vibrations of the toy. With a sigh you close the door, leaning your back against it a little and you squeeze your thighs together. You didn’t think the toy would be much of a problem, the insert wasn't too bad. However, the portion that was snug against your clit providing steady simulation against the sensitive bundle of nerves was really starting to get to you. With a shaky sigh, you steady yourself and head off to see if you can find your favorite blond.
An hour and a half into the party you're dripping wet as you sit at the bar. You'd started your game with Denki twenty minutes into the party. Responding to the speed and his signals in an attempt to find your tease of a boyfriend. Though he was having none of it, the vibration peaking as you got closer sending shivers through you every time you finally caught a glimpse of the blond. Only to lose him in the crowd when the toy’s stimulation became too much, freezing you in your spot in an attempt to keep your composure. Denki disappearing while you’re distracted prolonging the game. You let out another frustrated sigh as the bartender refills your drink. Doing your best to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to find some semblance of relief, Denki never lets the toy be consistent enough to allow you to find release. Edging you on and then turning the thing off just as your pleasure is about to spill over.
“I'm so happy you decided to come!” Midnight's voice snaps you out of your thoughts coming over to you. The ever-elegant woman is wearing a beautiful blue and black themed mask and gown, taking a spot next to you with a sly smile on her face. You smile back at her complimenting her dress and she waves her hand at you in dismissal.
“I saw Denki earlier with a shit-eating grin on his face but didn't see you. I wasn't sure if you were here at all.” You hum doing your best to pay attention but the toy deep inside of you started to vibrate intensely again, your walls fluttering as you clench around it. You try your best to hide the heat in your face and the tremble of your lips as the intensity of the toy continues to increase. Midnight chuckles resting her chin in her hand as she watches you, a sly grin on her face.
“I take it you're enjoying the gift Denki got you?” You choke on your drink at Midnight’s blunt words, sputtering a no as your face becomes incredibly heated. “Oh don't bother denying it, so what model did he end up going with?” Midnight leans closer to you the smirk on her face turned into a full-blown shit-eating grin. “Front and center, or center and back?” Midnight wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively as you choke on your words trying your best to assure her it's not like that. “Little minx, I knew Pikachu was a freak, but I'm surprised you play along with him.” You groan unable to concentrate on anything as the toy begins to vibrate with the most intensity all night. You lay your head down in your arms on the counter, half-embarrassed by Midnight's words and half unable to function with the steady warmth pooling in your belly. You hear Midnight chuckle patting you softly on the back followed by the click of her heels as she walks away. Leaving you to pool in your embarrassment, upset that her words riled you up more than you’d already been despite the light tingle of embarrassment.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing." Kaminari's voice sends a chill down your spine. You stifle a moan sitting up and leaning into his warmth on instinct. Practically coming undone as the vibrator maxes out in speed. "You look absolutely stunning sunshine" His hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, a spark of electricity shoots through you. You hum, doing your best to focus on his words as a steady pulsing being again against your clit.
“Den-” You can barely get your lover's name out as another spark that you know stems from Denki’s quirk running through you.
"Such a good girl, you've been holding on so well sunshine.” You let out a whimper and suddenly the toy goes completely still inside of you. You finally get the chance to turn your head looking up at your boyfriend for the first time that night. Any sort of sexual tension that’d been building over the night dissolves as you see his masquerade mask. You spiral into a giggle as your eyes meet lust-filled golden ones. You can’t focus on that though, all you can concentrate on is Denki’s mask as you try your best to stop your giggles. It’s vaguely mouse-shaped, black with golden details on it which on its own would be fine. The thing that pulled laughter from your lips was the awkwardly shaped snout that protrudes from the center of the mask golden whiskers coming out from where his cheeks would be.
“Really out of all the things you could have picked this is what you went with?” you chuckle reaching out to touch the whiskers on his mask as Denki pulls you out of your chair.
“I thought it was cool.” Denki pouts and you can't help yourself as you lean in for a kiss, the snout on his mask squishing against your own nose. Denki sighs pulling you towards the dance floor. You can't help the smile that takes over your face as he leads you into a slow waltz, a warm hand settling on the small of your back. You let Denki pull you in close, laying your head on his chest slowly swaying to the slow song together. Denki humming along with the music leaning his head against yours as you dance together.
You pull away from each other as the song ends, a joke about never expecting him to dance so slowly on the tip of your tongue but it melts away when your eyes land on his ugly mask again. You choke on your laugh, Denki lets out a snarl, a spark from his quirk flows through you, the vibrator inside of you springs to life. You bury your face into Denki’s chest muffling the moan that escapes you. “Not so funny when you can’t think straight huh sunshine?” Denki teases his grip on your waist tightening as he leads you off the dance floor. You pull away from him scrunching up your face in frustration as he smirks down at you. His usually bright yellow eyes blown out with lust turning them into that beautiful honey-gold color you loved so much.
“Need you” you mumble tugging on his arm with a pout.
“Someone's eager isn't she?” Denki teases letting you lead him along towards the back end of the venue. “Where are we going, sunshine?” you ignore him finding the room you’d first discovered earlier that night. “Sneaky thing, are you that impatient for me to fuck you?” A pleasant electric buzz spreads from where his hand is against the small of your back sending a shiver up your spine as you make your way into the still empty room.
Denki has you up on the counter within a breath of stepping into the dimly lit room. He’s on you then leaning down to kiss along your exposed collar bone. The whiskers on his mask tickling your cheeks, and you try your best to hold back a laugh at the sensation. Denki rolls his eyes as your snorts turn into a bubbly laugh. The snout on his mask twisted awkwardly and you can't help but laugh even harder.
"Awe come on Sunshine I'm trying to be romantic here" Denki whines a half-hearted pout on his lips. You try your best to stifle your laugh but can't help yourself. You reach out for Denki’s mask pulling it over his face and tossing it to the side. Denki beams up at you the dopey smile you love so much adorning his face as he helps you take your mask off as well.
“You did so well today Sunshine” Denki hums softly nuzzling his nose against yours before leaning in for a soft kiss. You smile into the kiss, fully intending on tease Denki about his odd little rat mask some more. Those thoughts however quickly melt away as warm hands sneak their way under your dress. Callous fingers sliding up your thighs, hiking your dress up along with them.
"Look at that you almost soaked through your dress” Denki chuckles, you whimper at his words embarrassment seeping into you. He continues to pull up the long skirt of your dress up and over your thighs before stopping holding the edge of the fabric up to your mouth. “Open” Liquid gold eyes sparkle as you open your mouth on command, taking the front end of the fabric into your mouth and out of the way. “Good girl” Denki praises a large warm hand stroking your cheek before trailing down to your chest. Denki gently pushes at your chest forcing you to lean back a little against the counter before sinking down to his knees.
Denki presses his nose against the warmth of your thigh, trailing slow lazy kisses against your soft skin. He brings a hand up to your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh of your legs as he makes his way to your already soaked center. Denki squeezes, a gentle shock trailing from his fingers and igniting the toy. You cry out, sounds muffled by the fabric stuffed in your mouth. Denki chuckles fingers trailing the outline of the toy currently buried in your pussy through your panties. You whine as he begins to tug on it gently, your walls camping around the toy not wanting him to pull it out just yet. You huff out a muffled “no” and Denki laughs sitting back a little tugging your panties down, a simple elegant lace. He smirks tucking it into his breast pocket before turning his attention to you again.
You hear Denki’s breath hitch as he finally turns his attention to your core. “Awe you're quivering.” he teases and you try to reach out to tug at his hair but he stops you with a tut. The toy is still vibrating as Deki slowly trails his finger around it, pressing his finger along the soft silicone. You take in a sharp breath, not expecting the extra intrusion and your chest flushes, warmth pooling in your cheeks in anticipation of where you think this could be going. Denki peaks up at you, his eyes blown with lust “What do you think sweetie, can you fit me in there too?.” your eyes widen at the thought and Denki begins to pump his finger into you the vibrations against you clit speeding up ever so slightly.
Denki stands up to his full height then, gripping your thighs and pulling you flush against him. “Please” you whimper out through the fabric in your mouth, way too worked up after all the stimulation you’d endured all day. Denki’s teasing smirk turns soft, pulling the fabric from between your lips before leaning down all the way to kiss you soft and gentle. He picks you up with ease, the perks of dating a pro hero, and heads off in the direction of the fainting couch in the corner.
“You were so good for me today, played along all night, I think my baby girl deserves her reward yeah?” Denki mumbles against your lips as he carries you, you hum a “please” into the kiss. Denki settles you on the small couch, guiding you onto your hands and knees before positioning himself, his own self-control waning. He bunches up your dress in one hand, fingers exploring your dripping core, the light purple toy still buzzing away in your over-stimulated cunt.
“I think you're more than ready don't you?” Denki hums and you feel it when he finally begins to press himself into you joining the soft silicone toy in your drenched pussy. You cry out in bliss as he finally penetrates you, a delicious stretch as he presses in deeper alongside the toy. You and Denki had played with toys together before but you'd never taken him and a toy at the same time in this way.
A shudder runs through Denki as he finally settles fully into you, using his quirk to ease the vibrations of the toy that was now also pressed snugly against his cock. “Fuck” he huffs out leaning his head against your back. You giggle through your haze “Yeah it's not so easy when that thing is vibrating up a storm is it.” You tease and Denki begins snapping his hips without mercy at your retort.
The hand not holding onto your dress comes up to grasp at your scalp pulling your hair and angling your head back allowing him to lean over against your ear while he fucks you. “Don't appreciate the snark darling.” Denki hisses in your ear before trailing open-mouthed kisses against your neck and exposed shoulder. You whine and his hand trails down from your hair to squeeze at your breasts over your dress. He manages to pull them out somehow, small pleasurable shocks running through you after every tweak and pinch of your nipples, complement of his quirk. You loved the way his electricity ran through you, a pleasant buzz that always felt intimate somehow since it was his quirk.
“You’re fucking soaked baby, taking me and the toy so well, you like being filled up like this don't you Sunshine? Stuffed nice and full with my cock?” You choke on your moans as he mumbles filth into your ear, too far gone to really respond in any way as he fucks into you. The stretch of his cock along with the toy gave you a feeling you'd never experienced before, one you knew you'd quickly want more of.
“Look over love.” Denki’s voice comes out almost in a growl as he fucks you, a moan slipping through your lips as you try your best to focus your lust hazed eyes in an attempt to comply with his request. Your brain is mush from the intense stretch of Denki pressing into you along side the toy providing consistent stimulation against your clit. You finally manage to lift your head from where he’d previously been pressing it against the couch. Your brain short circuits at the sight, the moan that leaves your mouth is filthy. You clench around Denki and the toy harder when your eyes land on the full-length mirror sitting parallel to you and Denki by the couch. Your breath hitches at the sight, you look completely fucked out of your mind.
Denki leans over you again, pressing you further into the couch as he continues to fuck into you. “Look at you, such a filthy mess. Letting me fuck you like this, with all those people just outside that door.” You whine, unable to take your eyes off the mirror. Denki’s tuxedo pants barely hang off his waist, your breasts spilling over the front of your dress. The long skirt of your dress held tightly in Denki’s grip pushed up and over your ass. “So good for me sunshine, greedy little pussy taking me so well. Look at how wet you are. Can you see your juices dripping down your thigh?” You whine as Denki continues whispering dirty things in your ear.
You drink in the view from the mirror, Denki's face is flushed red, his hair just as disheveled as yours. You focus on the way he looks fucking into you, the sight of his hips meeting your exposed ass, soft flesh giving way as you push back against him. You're able to watch Denki's face contort in pleasure for a moment before his honey gold eyes meet yours through the mirror and he gives you that goofy smile you love so much. You can't really process the feeling of watching yourself getting fucked, but you know that it makes the knot forming in your belly ever tighter.
“You’ve been so good for me tonight, do you think you deserve to cum sunshine?” the vibrator picks up again, strong pulses against your clit and you can't help the cry that leaves you. Denki shushes you hand coming over to cover your mouth his eyes never leaving yours through the mirror. You moan desperately into his palm, the sight of his fingers in your mouth through the mirror driving you insane. “Desperate little thing, it's almost like you want them to hear you. Is that what you want baby? Want someone to walk in on us and see how much of a greedy cock slut you are for me?” His words make you clench around him and he chuckles before pulling out and away from you fully. A desperately frustrated huff leaving you at the loss of contact.
You slump into the couch muscles sore, but the thought is quickly whipped away as the vibrator picks back up again. Denki helps you roll onto your back warm callous hands collecting the juices dripping down your thigh. With a smirk, Denki brings his slick coated fingers up to his mouth “So sweet just for me.” He purrs, trailing his fingers up your thigh again, small electric shocks stemming from his fingers and spread through your whole body, you can't help the plea's that slip from your lips.
“De- Denki please.” You whimper reaching your hands out to him, soft golden eyes staring into yours as he smiles down at you. “Alright come here Sunshine.” Denki coos gently bunching up the front of your dress, pulling the delicate fabric up and having you hold it in one hand. Denki ever so gently pulls the toy out of you, a desperate whine slipping from your lips, displeased with the feeling of being empty but the thought is quickly dispelled as he sinks into you again. Denki leans into you for a kiss guiding your legs up to settle on his hips as he picks up his pace again.
“So fucking sexy Sunshine, you feel so good like this my beautiful baby girl.” You bring a hand up to his hair tugging on it slightly. Denki chuckles warm callus fingers finding their way to your clit causing you to cry out. “You held on for so long sunshine, you did so good. But now it's time to let go yeah? Do you think you can do that for me, baby, do you think you can cum all over my cock like a good girl?” You don’t answer, unable really to form coherent thoughts, but concentrate instead on Denki. The sound of his thighs slapping against your ass as he fucks you, the way his hair feels beneath your fingers, the previous images of your reflections in the mirror. The delicious stretch of his cock as he fucks into you, his warm finger circling your clit, the filth he's whispering in your ear. Your eyes meet his honey-gold ones, Denki gives you a soft love-struck smile leaning in to kiss your forehead, then another tenderly on your lips.
“That’s my girl, I've got you,” Denki mumbles into your hairline, a gentle shock from his quirk on your already abused clit sends you over the edge and your cumming. Your cries are muffled against his tux jacket as Denki fucks you through your orgasm. You shut your eyes tight, toes curling in your heels. The pleasure that had been building all night finally releasing in a wave.
You go limp as your orgasm subsides, Denki stilling in you. Trailing kisses along your face and stroking your hair as you come down from your high. You bask in each other for a moment, nuzzling into his neck a happy content sigh leaving you. Denki pulls out of your abused pussy a few moments later and you whine. He chuckles teasing you about how pretty you look fucked out like that, juices dripping down your thigh but you can't really concentrate on his words.
You hear him as he cleans himself up before helping you sit up peppering your face with soft kisses, the smile never leaving his face. “God, I love you so much you know that?” He helps you up and you smile, leaning up for a kiss as he helps you off the couch and onto unsteady legs. Denki coos helping you smooth down your dress, and fiddles with your hair. You fuss with his clothes, fixing his tuxedo jacket and tie when you're done, he pulls you into his side and you both take a quick look in the mirror.
Laughter spills over both of your lips at the sight, Denki’s hair is a mess from where you’d been gripping it like crazy. Your dress is a little crooked and your lips are swollen, you chuckle as Denki wipes at the thighs of his pants. “At least it's dark, no one will notice it's wet.” You roll your eyes at him and turn to him fully leaning up a little bit to kiss him on the lips.
“I love you.” You whisper, Denki’s goofy grin goes soft as he strokes your cheek.
“I love you too Sunshine.” the soft smile on your face turns wicked then leaning down to pick up your discarded masks and the toy Denki had tossed on the floor.
“So, do you wanna mingle some more,” You ask with a smile on your face as you pull your mask on and hand Denki his.
“Or?” He asks adjusting the mask to his face head tilted cutely to the side as you open the door to the ballroom the noise of the party flooding into your small sanctuary. Denki comes over and you lean up to kiss his cheek.
“Or we can go home, and you can let me wrap my lips around your cock and return the favor.” you whisper into his ear, the way his golden eyes light up is all the answer you really need.
You catch Midnight waving as you and Denki head out for the night, a knowing smirk plastered on her face. Denki chuckles rubbing the back of his neck as you duck out of the venue throwing a wave behind him.
“She’s never gonna let this go is she.” You chuckle leaning your head against Denki as you settle into the limo for the ride home. He laughs, taking your hand in his and running this thumb over your knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips.
“What that we fucked at one of her parties? No probably not.” you both break out in soft giggles as another mischievous idea sparks in the blond.
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Behind the Curtain
Summary: harry and y/n go on a date
Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, oral, male receiving (so far)
Word Count: 5163 words
A/N: this is essentially a part two to 'under the table'. currently experiencing pre-upload jitters. i’m so nervous to post this. 😬
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“Y’didn’t have to do this, love,” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear, his green eyes admiring the golden tassels wrapped around the deep red curtains of the waiting area. His left arm encompassing around her waist, loosely playing with the fabric of her dress as they waited in line to speak to the person at the front desk. Soft sounds blared through the hidden speakers, caressing his ears with classical music that he surprisingly enjoyed.
Y/N rested her freshly manicured hand on his chest. Her fingertips grazed his skin through the unbuttoned material of his dress shirt. The antennas of the black butterfly resting on his tummy coming alive as Harry’s stomach fluttered. Painted lips tickled his ear with a subtle touch and lowly-whispered words, “How else am I supposed to get your cock in my mouth?” Y/N stared at him innocently, purposefully pouting her mouth as she fluttered her long eyelashes at him.
His eyes bulged from their sockets, snapping his head around their vicinity to see if anybody heard her suggestive purr. Sweet Y/N talking so dirtily to him was rare, and so Harry couldn’t help sharp breath of air he sucked in. He willed his cock to stay soft but it still gave a slight twitch in his trousers. The taut hinge of his jaw hardened as Harry pictured how such a pristine looking woman could be so naughty. God, he was so lucky to have her. “No fuckin’ way,” Harry’s voice grated against his throat. The deepness of it sends thrilling tremors up Y/N’s spine. She quickly faced the front, letting the corner of her mouth quirk up at his tortured murmur of her name. “Y/N…”
Harry sighed in frustration as his girl ignored him in favour of expectantly waiting for their turn.
“Hi, réservation pour Styles,” Y/N spoke to the waitress, eyeing him like a vulture to a prey. Harry’s mouth parted open at her accent. It seemed as though her mouth shaped itself perfectly to enunciate the words. “Oui, pour deux,” (Yes, for two)
Fuck. Did she always speak French? Why didn’t he know about this? Harry’s neurons fired rapidly, brows pinching in curiosity and throat shriveling with a rash tightness.
Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail, edges gelled to her forehead in hypnotizing swirls that he often traced with the crown of his finger. The rash juxtaposition of her body lying beside his in their shared bed, virtuously enjoying each other’s company flushing down the drain the moment her gentle hand tugged his behind the curtain of the waiting area. “Allez, Harry!” (Come on, Harry!) She said, commanding him to follow her closely.
Harry didn’t know what to expect from her tonight-- only that she planned to have him writhing in his seat as she let him enjoy the company of her warm mouth. He certainly didn’t expect the semi-private booths so close to each other, separated from prying eyes with thick duvets of velvet maroon fabric. Empty booths showcased a rectangular table with plush seats and portieres tied on the edge of the posts. While on their way to their reserved cubicle, Harry couldn’t help but notice a couple giggling amongst themselves as they exited their table. Y/N gave him a nudge, jutting her chin towards said couple with a glint in her starry eyes.
“Here’s your table,” The waitress greeted with a smile. “The curtains will be drawn closed for privacy if you please. When you’re ready to order, just press the button over here,” She acted her words, pressing her pointer to the golden button merged at the edge of the table. The button flickered twice before suspending in a light glow. “Je serai ici dès que possible,” (I’ll be here as soon as I can)
“Merci,” (Thank you) Y/N nodded in understanding, arms slipping from the confines of her coat. Harry smiled in response, helping the waitress untie the tassels from the post. As soon as the curtains fell, their booth darkened. The luminosity from the general restaurant setting being blocked out. Yellow-hued light from the fixture above their heads spread enough warmth to see each other. The electronic candle in the middle of the dark table flickering as if it was real.
“I didn’t know you could speak French,” Harry’s voice was tight as a knot, lips barely parting to let the words escape. His decorated fingers flickered through the menu distractedly, keeping an open ear to her response.
Y/N nodded, “Yeah, I took classes,” She reached over to soothe her palm over his knuckles. They were bruised and purpling from the raucous punches he threw even with the cushion of the boxing gloves. “Pourquoi? Aimes-tu?” (Why? Do you like it?) Her forehead wiggled with humour, earning a chuckle from Harry at her silliness. He didn’t know much of the language but he knew enough. He could say that he liked coffee and, “Oui, je suis allé au cinema avec mes copains et ma famille,” (I went to the cinema with my friends and family)
She threw her head back laughing, starry eyes glinting like a little kid. “You always say that,” Recalling the numerous times the sentence fluidly spilled from his mouth.
He agreed, “Mhm and you never said anything! Thought I was smart until my girlfriend surprised me,” Y/N explained why she never ought to say anything to him--said that there really was no previous circumstance where she felt the need to use it. “I have no idea what you’re saying but you sound hot as fuck,”
“Il y a beaucoup de surprises ce soir,” (There are a lot of surprises tonight) The light atmosphere shifted on a more serious note. Y/N’s tongue peeked from behind her plush, painted lips like a snake slithering its body. Wetting her mouth and smearing it with an irresistible sheen that had Harry feeling dizzy. He bit his own lip, letting the plump flesh whiten with the force. Her accent is killing him. The slow drawl between syllables, the cohesiveness between words as if she considered each appellation with deliberate thought.
“So,” Harry spoke anxiously, unable to keep his body from fidgeting. Y/N hummed in response, thinning her lips inwards. “What are you thinking of getting?” He forced himself to read the options on the laminated paper.
“Something delectable,” She uttered, “savoury,” Fingers flipped to the next page, “maybe something juicy and thick,” Y/N skimmed her eyes over the edge of the log, catching a fleeting glance of Harry’s flushed cheeks. “The braised lamb shank, I think,”
His popped collar tickled the skin of his throat which bobbed with a hefty swallow. Y/N closed the menu, putting it aside so that she could rest her elbows on the table. One palm cradled her chin as she watched him practically sweat in his fancy Gucci suit.
“That sounds. . .great,” Harry felt his eyes droop away, opting to blatantly stare at his girlfriends’ cleavage. Despite the shadow from her forearms, he could still see the crest of breasts, kissing the fabric of her tight dress.
“Yeah? En veux-tu?” (You want some?) Y/N’s heady sigh wisping through the air. Harry salivated at the various images flickering through his head. He breathed out a “yes,” to whatever she just said.
“Really?”
Harry snapped out of his thought, shaking his skull, “I mean no--, wait maybe?”
Y/N chuckled at his keening behaviour, “Calm down, Har. I asked if you wanted some,"
He blew his reddening cheeks, an enlightened hum stemming from his throat, “Nuh uh, I can’t do that. Not when you’re practically teasing me like that,”
“Like what?”
He raised a neatly trimmed brow with the most incredulous expression on his face, “You’re kidding me,” His fingers stretched to play with his rings. Twisting the golden ‘H’ from his digit, back and forth. Y/N caught his actions, briefly letting her walls down in a moment of weakness at the sight of his long fingers doing the most mundane thing ever. “Speaking French? It does things to me, you know,”
Small, thumping noises echoed off of the hollow wood. Fingertips dancing across the surface as Y/N watched him with hooded eyes.
“Stop lookin’ at me like that!” Harry retorted, playfully raising a barrier to his sight.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,”
“ Nothing? Don’t ya’ remember what your naughty lil’ mouth said on our last date?”
Her body perked up in interest, “Hmm, the one where I go on my knees when anyone can walk in?” She bit her lips as he paused. The ring resting on his second metacarpal as he breathed in sharply, a curl flopping over his forehead. “Or having your huge cock so far down my throat that you can’t help but moan?”
“Might’ve said somethin’ about that,”
Y/N shook her head back and forth in mock disappointment, “You shouldn’t think about that stuff, Harry. Anyone can hear you over these curtains and you know very well that you can’t keep those noises in,” She rolled her eyes for effect, reaching for the complimentary glass of water.
His large hand gripped her wrist abruptly, forcing her to look up at him, “I can be quiet if I want to,” Harry gritted his teeth. His ego rubbing against rough edges at her attitude.
“Oh please, don’t make me laugh, H,” Y/N scoffed in response, “mais j'aime les sons que tu fais,” (But I love the sounds you make)
There it was again; the dip in her tone. Harry might not exactly understand what she was saying but there was no doubt in his mind that it was meant to provoke him; to turn him on. He growled deep in his throat that she barely heard it through Tchaikovsky’s movement. “So fuckin’ stubborn,”
She leaned back on the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. “Listen closely. I’m in control tonight, alright?” Y/N stared him down, watching the contemplation washing over his face. “C’est ma nuit,” (It’s my night)
“Cut the attitude, Y/N,” His breath hitched in his throat as Y/N smirked gleefully. Her leg raised to rub the bulge in his pants from under the table which Harry obviously did not expect. Y/N’s heel pressed lightly where she assumed his crotch would be, experimentally dipping the curvatures of his upper thighs. Harry gripped the edge of the table at a spark of pleasure flashing through his whole body when Y/N inconspicuously leaned over to press the button the waitress had indicated. “S-stop that,”
“I really don’t want to, daddy,” She gave him a quick smile. His bleary eyes blinking from being closed so tight--an effort to control himself.
“Y/N, I swear to--,” Harry began to murmur when the curtain slipped open. His large palm roughly grabbing her ankle at the surprise of an outsider’s presence.
“What can I get for you?” The waitresses’ pulled her notepad. The tip of the pen patiently resting on the paper.
Y/N opened her menu, sending a wink in Harry’s direction, “I’ll have the braised lamb shank please,”
The waitress nodded, moving to face her body towards Harry, simultaneously jotting down the order. Harry could feel his heart palpitating in his rib cage. Y/N’s ankle twisting every which way to get out of his vice grip.
“Et toi, sir?” (And you?)
Harry stuttered a response, suddenly forgetting what he chose to eat tonight. Did he even choose anything? Regardless, the closed menu scorned him to open it. But that would mean having to let go of his girl’s ankle. Hesitantly, he raised his hands from beneath the table, flinching the slightest bit as Y/N stretched her ankle subtly.
“I’ll have the uh--,” He pursed his lip at a sudden pressure, “The uh, same,”
“Alright, anything else I can get for you?” A questionable frown was plastered on the stranger’s face at Harry’s strange actions and stuttered speech.
“Une bouteille de rouge, s'il vous plaît” (A bottle of red, please) Y/N beamed sweetly as if she wasn’t doing anything unspoken right below the waitress’s nose.
The waitress disappeared behind the cloth, clicking her pen. Once again, Harry and Y/N were left in the semi-private booth to do as they please. Well, for Y/N to do as she pleased. She established that he wasn’t really the one in control here and he could rest his pride for the night to let his girl have her night of dominance.
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The night went on easier than Harry thought. Aside from the little fiasco in the beginning, Y/N didn’t try to surprise him with any more affectionate touches after that. He wasn’t quite sure if he was grateful or not because anything Y/N wanted to give him; he would take it.
“No! It ‘juh’ ‘m’appelle Harry’,” (My name is Harry)
He plopped a piece of seasoned meat in his mouth, creasing his forehead, “That’s what I said, innit? ‘Jeh’ m’appelle Harry, yeah?” He quirked a brow, cheek puffing as he chewed his food.
“You need to work on your accent, monsieur,” (Mister)
He hummed, “mm say that again,” What was meant to be a subtle joke incited the beginning of Y/N’s plans. She dabbed the edge of her napkin on the corners of her mouth. The glass of bubbly water simmered against the rim of the flute. Y/N stood up to sit next to him, pulling her dress down to her thighs, scooching her body against the velvet cushion seats.
“Hi there,” Harry greeted, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “What are you up to?” He whispered so quietly that he was sure--even with Y/N’s close proximity-- that she did not hear it.
“Je te veux, Harry,” (I want you) Her pointer tapped her cupid’s bow twice. Harry could feel his heartbeat quicken when her tongue appeared, resting a fingertip right in the middle. She made a show of slathering her digit with her saliva, excessively wetting it as if it were his dick. Heat rose under his clothes. There was a burning desire to run as far away from her as possible but he also wanted to melt in a puddle under her feet. “Ici,” (Here)
That he knew. The word came out muffled due to her lips puckering, cheeks hollowing with an effort from the suction of her mouth. His thumb reached up to graze her bottom lip, now loose from releasing her finger, opting to trace teasing touches on his crotch. “You want me in here?” The pad of his thumb slipped between her lips, resting the digit on her wet tongue just as she had only moments prior. “Will I let you?”
Y/N dipped her head forward, pushing his thumb deeper in her mouth, Sparks of pain lingered on his nerves as she sucked with determination. She rolled her eyes at his question, obviously forgetting who was in charge here, “I’ll take what’s mine,”
“Tu es à moi,” (You are mine) Harry’s hand dropped between their bodies, slumping bonelessly as she gripped his hardening length through his pants, “C'est à moi,” (This is mine) His head fell back on the padded wall, nose wheezing with a vehement sigh.
From the corners of his eye, he could see a slither between the curtains. Workers walking every which way to serve customers, guests walking to their booths. There was no way they could get out of here without being caught. As much as he hated it, Y/N was right. He was vocal in his pleasure. He wanted his partner to know how good he was feeling; always praising encouraging words and releasing quiet whimpers when it felt particularly nice.
A tug on his lower half snapped him out of his worrisome thoughts. His previously half-massed length plumping to its full potential. Blood surged through his dick, deeming his brain useless and lightheaded with excitement. “Fuck, who are you?”
Harry didn’t actually think she would go through with this. Y/N has never done anything as risque before. Except for last date’s escapade under the table where he made her cum with his tongue and fingers, forcing her to stay quiet as he got his cheeks wet.
He breathed in a sigh of relief when the button on his trousers popped open. The zipper followed soon enough. The underside of his dick pushed the metal hinge down. The fabric of his boxers stained with blurts of pre-cum, darkening the grey material with a sticky liquid that Y/N couldn’t wait to have on her tongue. Y/N stared at it with awe while Harry merely panted in disbelief. “Tu es si dur,” (You are so hard)
Harry lifted his hips to allow Y/N to slide his trousers and underwear past his bum. “Huh?” He mumbled, scooting to make room for Y/N as she bent at the hip, still sitting on the seat. Y/N looked into his hazy eyes, too delirious to connect like-sounding words together and translating it; not when her warm palm touched his hard, velvet skin.
“You’re so hard,” She dotted her thumb on the leaking slit, swirling the pad in circles to collect more moisture before swiping her digit towards the crown where the head met the shaft. He was most sensitive in that area and it clearly showed when the slightest graze caused him to shiver and garble out a relieved groan. “Soyez silencieux,” (Be quiet)
Harry glared at her, trying to shake the spots in his vision, “I can be quiet,”
His words fell on deaf ears as Y/N proceeded to wrap the rest of her fingers, one by one, around his girth. Each touch was like a shot of electricity frying his nerves. A moan rumbled deep in his chest, barely able to stop it with a clamp of his mouth.
Y/N chuckled, sticking her tongue to saturate her taste buds with his musky flavour, “Sure, you ca--,” Her words were cut off with an appreciative hum. The vibrations rattled his senses. Paired with the noises she was making, the visual of her kitten licking the pool of pre-cum on his tip, her fingers massaging his engorged dick, and God forbid she stared up at him with hooded eyes like she was the one receiving immense amounts of pleasure.
“Are ya’ comfortable, bunny?” Harry asked, noting the way she looked awkwardly bending to reach his middle. She shook her head just as the heat of her mouth encompassed the head, almost distracting him from his initial question. “Up ya’ go, c’mon,” He muttered. His dick pointed straight to the dim ceiling, jolting every which way as he made more room for her to sit and lay down. She shifted her body, ducking her head nearly under the edge of the table. Her cheek rested on his ferns while he palmed her ass with the way she laid. “How’s that?”
“Meilleur,” (Better)
“Good,” Harry replied. Y/N’s heart fluttered at his sweetness. She nearly had his cock tucked inside the confines of her mouth yet he put her first. He definitely deserves something special for that.
She maneuvered his dick to level with her hungry mouth. Like she did with her finger, Y/N lathed her tongue over the prominent veins decorating his length, insistently pressing her wet muscle against it. Every time she did something she absolutely knew would result in a groan on his end, Harry’s clenched fists gripped her ponytail tighter and dug his fingers on the soft flesh of her bum.
At least he wasn’t making any noise.
Slurping noises filled the booth as Y/N relaxed her mouth, head bobbing back and forth. It irritated her cheek to have his course pubic hair scratching her skin but it was the least of her worries. Harry tried to keep an open gaze shifting between Y/N mouthing at his dick to the gap in the curtain. His heart skipped a beat every time someone appeared to be walking in their direction but then turned away at the last minute. Except a familiar waitress seemed to be walking directly over to them. She was only metres away and Harry wondered if it was worth the embarrassment to feel Y/N’s heavenly mouth for a few more seconds.
“Baby, get up. Someone’s coming,” Harry reached over to grab Y/N’s discarded coat, placing it over his exposed dick and hissing when the fabric touched his sensitive tip. Y/N sat up from her half-sitting position, using her thumb to wipe the rims of her mouth, catching the suspicious stickiness, suckling at the skin and appearing too calm for almost getting caught.
“Here are the desserts you ordered earlier,” The waitress began, curtains waving open a second late. A tray of delectable sweets lay on the cart. Pink and pistachio green French macarons plated delicately on a small plate for them to share. Both Y/N and Harry craved merveilleux (marvellous); a light meringue cake with whipped cream and dusted chocolate shavings. It wasn’t too sweet and it was immensely creamy.
Harry blew out his blushy cheeks, stray curls falling over his forehead as his large hand palmed over his centre; the other hand pinched his lips. His dimples deepened with a slight smile as he tried to act normal.
Y/N started to thank her but stopped to clear her throat, finding that Harry’s thick length was more work than she thought, “Thank you. Merci,”
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“Je te veux plus profond,” (I want you deeper) Y/N stated, eyeing Harry’s fist crumpling her coat to cover his length. He was about to ask what the fuck she just said but he found out exactly what she meant a moment later. Y/N tucked her calves beneath her thighs, resting her body weight on her knees under the table. She removed the coat from his lap, revealing his drippy cock.
The flat of her tongue lapped at the underside of his dick, beginning from the base where his tights balls rested snuggly--filled with cum that she wanted shooting down her throat--to the hooked skin of his frenulum, tracing the curved shape before swirling the entire head like a hurricane, ending the focus on the slick surface of his blurting, red tip before pulling off. She bowed her fingers to haul his clothing down further, bunching the fabric on his calves.
Like he did to her, Y/N used the end of her palm to force his thick thighs open, sensually rubbing the muscle. “Ow,” She looked up in concern, finding him smiling down at her, “‘M kidding it didn’t hurt,”
Y/N scoffed, cradling his balls and giving it a harsher squeeze to reprimand him. “Se comporter,” (Behave) He appeared to understand the message.
She left her hand to handle his balls, gently rolling each of them in his sack. Y/N gripped his dick in a way that allowed her to sink lower to press a lingering kiss to the middle of his sack. The unusual spot sent alarming signals to Harry. However, at this point, everything felt like heaven on earth. All he wanted was to release his usual appreciative groan when Y/N took it upon herself to suck on each ball, releasing sparks of pleasure up the length of his dick. Her hand moved to the thick base to hold him steady, alternating the pressure of her fingers around him.
“Bon garçon,” (Good boy) Y/N praised, noticing the way the flesh of his bottom lip was stained white from his baring teeth. She engulfed him in her mouth, shearing half of his length from sight. He breathed harshly, feeling the smooth walls of her mouth caressing his hot skin. Her tongue added stimulation on the underside with dipping, upward licks while the other side rubbed against the ridges of the roof of her mouth. The varying degrees of pressure sent Harry into overdrive.
What did she say? Good boy, wasn’t it? Harry cursed his curious mind from focusing on something aside from the feeling between his legs.
“Yes, I’m a good boy,” He whimpered through a pursed mouth, heavy pants escaping his heaving chest as he slumped lower in his seat. The tip of his dick prodded her throat, producing a choking sound from Y/N and had Harry thumping his fist on the table, clattering the contents.
Throughout his relationship, Y/N had never let his cock past where she was comfortable taking him. The absolute rush he felt from his neurotic tip dipping in what he can describe as the wettest, tightest and warmest place he had ever felt was almost enough to let his ego go and ruin his vocal cords.
“Good boys deserve a reward, right?” Y/N mumbled through his tumescent head, letting the fold of her lips rub his pink tip. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, resting her cheek on his quivering knee. “Pass me my glass, please,”
Harry chuckled at her request, sitting up a little so that he could reach across the table for her glass of water. Y/N waited for the inevitable jutting of Harry’s hips as he moved forward, widening her mouth to accommodate his thick length down her throat. She gagged from the intrusion, feeling the head of his cock hitting her pharynx.
“God, fuck!” Harry groaned, hand swiftly gripping her tied hair, holding her position. His elbow rested on the table, resting his forehead on his forearm. The fabric of his dress shirt bunched when his abdominal muscles clenched. She has never taken him all the way before. He clutched the edge of the booth when she pulled off. The cool air hitting his wet cock.
“Droit?” (Right?)
Harry nodded desperately, willing his hips to stick to the chair. “Can you do it again? Please, Y/N. I’m so close,”
Y/N observed his body as much as she could. The lulled lids draping over his hazy eyes; most likely blinking out the white spots from his vision. His coloured lips were glossy with arousal. The apples of his cheeks were stamped a blush red. Sometimes his cheek bulged with the pressing of his tongue in quiet desperation, gazing down at her with admiration planted in his eyes. Other times she looked up; his cheeks were hollowed as he sucked in a deep breath, head tilted backwards with eyes stamped shut.
“Tu es proche?” (You’re close?) Y/N didn’t need an answer. She could tell from the tensing muscles of his thigh. Harry’s knees trying to knock together and the quivering of his hipbones underneath her thumbs, holding him down.
“Oui, proche,” (Yes, close) He mumbled repeatedly, hoping that what he said and what he wished for was the same thing.
Y/N hummed in response, choosing not to answer verbally. Instead, she relaxed her mouth, widening her lips to wrap around his head, massaging the girth until she reached the base. She breathed deeply through her nose, loosening her throat to ease his cock further. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth, slick saliva leaving his length wet and warm. She came up with a gasp before engulfing him back inside.
Muted moans were released in the air. Harry’s worries of getting caught were placed at the back burner of his mind. Not when his girl had a mouthful of his cock down her throat; granting him with so much pleasure that only she could give. His eyes rounded when her soft hand-rolled his balls a couple of times. She moaned at the sole feeling of Harry’s fingers digging in her scalp to keep her close while simultaneously lifting his hips the slightest bit to force his cock deeper. Silent constrictions of her throat against his dick filled his ears, choking noises echoed in the booth as Y/N bobbed her head up and down.
It had only been a few minutes when Harry’s low drawl of “I’m coming, baby,”. His voice was tight, tone dropping a few octaves as his tip prodded her throat a few more times. The burning in his lower stomach grew bigger as the pleasure mounted on top of each other, leading him to his inevitable release. Y/N could feel his length swell in her mouth, her palm felt his balls pulsating as it prepared to shoot white streaks in her mouth. She briskly pulled away, emitting a tortured whine from Harry, making grabby hands at every part of her.
Harry’s tip weighted on her tongue, making a show of swirling her organ on his frenulum. His lulled eyes pinched together, mouthing a ‘fuck me’ before repeating his hushed chants of “I’m coming”.
And he did! He could barely keep his head stable on his shoulders, opting to thud against the wall as streaks of white shot the expanse of his dick, painting her tongue with his huge load. Y/N continued to squeeze his balls lightly while the other pumped his base. Harry’s stomach caved in, tensing every part of his body until relaxation took over. Harry watched as Y/N tugged his pants upwards, gently asking him to lift his hips up so that he could pull it over his bum. She carefully slipped his softening length back in his boxers, zipping his trousers carefully and popping his button.
His breathing was calm when she came up from underneath with the brightest smile plastered on her face. She kissed him with passion. And he retaliated with the same fervour despite the lethargic feeling in his limbs, his hands cupping her face tenderly as they both smiled into the kiss. Y/N pulled away first, lifting a hand to stroke his clammy forehead, brushing away the stubborn curls.
“Est-tu bon?”(Are you good?) She asked, staring him with so much love in her eyes. She rested the rim of her glass against her lips.
“Are you kidding me? I’m more than good,” Harry praised, sighing nostalgically at what occurred a few minutes ago. He shivered at the thought of her throat stuffed with his cock which gave a twitch in his pants. “I reckon I could go again in a bit,”
Y/N fixed her hair, looking at her reflection through the shiny silverware to make sure that she appeared presentable, “Just wait till’ we get home,” She reached over to press the golden button with the intention of acquiring the bill, settling it and leaving in the comfort of their vehicle.
“Wha’ d’ya mean?” Harry drew his brows together in interest. Her nonchalant statement leading him to conclude that she had more tricks up her sleeve. She reached over his lap to grab her coat, purposefully brushing her wrist against the newly formed bulge in his pants.
She winked in return, “Patience, mon amour,”
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Can You Feel The Sun? (Chapter Five): Just To Want It All
Notes: As stated in last chapter notes, i have a decent chunk of chapters done so these are coming out pretty rapid fire. Otherwise, I don’t have much to say other than massive thanks to my friend who reads these over for me and has been cool with me dropping 80+ pages of fic on them in a week. because yeah...I finished another chapter of this.
Word Count: 7885
Chapter Warnings: mentions of alcohol and cursing, if that counts as a warning in cyberpunk 2077.
If you haven’t yet, you can read the previous chapter here!~
Lizzie’s Bar stands out brilliantly in the city; out of all the gangs, she thinks she likes The Moxes aesthetic the best. Vivid pink and bright teal. Their colors splashed across the overpass, along with a neon pink skull sign with hair and a bow. At the side of the building is a towering neon skull girl sign, full bodied with an animated kicking leg and axe held above her head, the same hot pink color.
She parks and gets out of her car, doing a quick scan of the area, searching for more Militech drones. None that she sees, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. The credchip burns in her pocket, remembering some of the stuff T-Bug has taught her. How to crack an encrypted shard and see what’s on it, how to transfer its contents. V rifles through her bag, remembering she had a blank credchip somewhere. If Militech did anything dirty, V should be able to transfer the eddies onto a clean chip.
V makes a beeline to the front door, cement blockers and walls covered in graffiti. More neon signs, the bars name over the door in glowing turquoise letters. Lizzie Jizzie scrawled across an outside wall; two screens on each side of the double stores, all covered in Nicola ads requesting V ‘taste the love’. Groups of people loiter in the open outside the bar. V’s eyes are drawn to the two bouncers outside the doors.
Two women, one leans against the outside wall as she puff away on a cigarette. Short slicked back hair that starts blue and then fades to green, eyes hidden behind sunglasses and a gold septum piercing in her nose. The other one stands in front of the doors, a yellow spiked bat held over her shoulders. Long hair pulled up into space buns, purple roots and pink ends. Both of her arms are metal; black with pink and teal accents as well as spikes along the forearms. Both women are skimpily dressed, no shame in that. The one wielding the bat has a white top with cleavage going beyond her breasts, showing her almost plastic looking skin and the Moxes tattoo across her chest. The other shorter haired bouncer is wearing neon pink pasties beneath a teal bomber jacket. V’s been here before, has maybe seen them in passing, both really attractive. She’s not sure there’s a Mox member who isn’t.
“Hey there, dollface!~” The bat wielder greets her with a grin, as if she could actually see V’s face.
“Interest you in a preem BD?” The smoker offers.
“What you got?” V asks to be polite, she doesn’t honestly even like brain dances. But the girls are cute, so… no harm in a little small talk.
“What don't we got? Women and men of your dreams, synaptic acting A-listers. No washed-up virtuporn boytoys or blow-up dolls here.”
“Auteur stuff - It'll grip your heart and blow your nerves right outta your body. Pure bit-based ecstasy - that’s why people come here.”
“Sure know how to sell it, don’t you?” V signs, trying not to laugh as the bouncers give her the spiel.
“Not a sales pitch, it's a warning. I'll give you one word - bespoke. Not for everyone's synapses.”
“Think you can handle it?”
“Think I can manage it,” she tells them, knowing damn well she has no intent to get any sort of virtus.
“Mmhm. Couple of things you need to know first,” she affectionately rubs her bat, “Ahem. Severe penalties for any unauthorized recording… “
“No drugs, no groping. Someone catch your eye, you do not grab 'em. You find 'em in the catalog, ask for a BD and get yourself a box.”
“No worries, not even my first time here.”
“Door's open. Have fun, Doll.”
“Welcome to Lizzie’s.”
The double doors open and V walks through a blue beaded curtain. There’s a front room, a stand where a woman with a bright pink mohawk is selling clothes, under another Nicola ad and neon letters saying ‘Fuck To Death’ behind her.
“My what a sweet face you have,” she says, her tone honeyed but its clear she hasn’t looked up from the counter, not even noticing as the masked merc walks past through another beaded curtain and double doors to the main club.
“Here in Night City~”
Music thrums as she steps in; the room is lit with strobing pink and teal lights. Couches with neon glowing lights on the underneath, some people with BD wreaths and others playing on their phones. People dancing to the club music and bar tucked away in the corner. She doubts the client will be right at the start of opening, so V finds an empty stretch of couch, sitting down on black leather with a pink neon light at her feet. V slides the Militech cred chip into her mask, it takes a moment, but she manages to crack it and get a look at the inside.
Ten thousand eddies and malware; it was meant to send all of Maelstrom’s data to another server and then fry the systems. Meaning, if V handed it over Maelstrom would get their systems fried, with her and Jackie dealing with the aftermath. V slides the blank cred chip into another slot in her mask’s edge, transfering the clean money over to it. Fucking around with tech and daemons isn’t her strong suit, but if she recalls Bug telling her that fairly simple malware like this could be reworked pretty easily. She works through the coding with her thoughts, the data and interface all on her mask. If she can get the coding right, she might be able to have it send something other than data back to the Militech servers… Shifting and twisting what she thinks will work… if she’s done it right, instead of sending data back to Militech’s server, it should inject the same malware back into their system. If used, it would spike both Maelstrom and Militech.
She’ll call up T-Bug before they hit Maelstrom, double check she did the steps right. If Maelstrom play nice, they can pay and be done, if not...she can fuck over the gangoons, Militech, and walk away with an extra ten thousand in her pocket. She puts the credchips in her pockets, spiked one in her left and clean one in the right.
Time to have a look around for the client. V making a beeline for the bar, bartenders always have all the info. Lizzie’s Bar in neon over the drink station, a brightly blue lit corner where a man works at making drinks, shelves of booze behind him. She climbs onto a blue vinyl bar stool, feet no longer on the ground and unable to resist swinging them a bit. The bartender comes to her; a man with slicked back dark hair, glowing white cybernetic eyes, and silver embellishments run across his cheeks and jaw. His shirt bright blue with a tropical design and if not for a single button above his pants, it’d be completely open. Beaded necklaces bringing even more attention to his exposed chest and stomach.
“Get you something?”
“Looking for Evelyn Parker,” she speaks the woman’s name, not wanting to waste time fingerspelling it even if the sound feels tight in her throat.
“And you are?”
“V, me and her were supposed to meet here.”
“Well, V, it’s a pleasure. I’m Mateo.”
“Nice to meet you… any idea where she’s hanging around?”
“Club's big. Gonna have to look around. Can't do it for you-”
“It's all right, Mateo,” a feminine voice calls out and V’s eyes are drawn to a woman at the bar, “I was waiting for this one.”
There’s something about her, distinctly Mox and also not. Her hair is a short vivid blue bob with bangs cut straight across her forehead. Heavy makeup, a tight silver sequin dress with a dipping neckline, red thigh high vinyl boots, a black trench coat that pools around her knees with a pink and white feathered collar. She holds two fingers up to the bartender and moves to the bar stool closer. There’s a clang and tink of glass; Mateo getting out a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
“That won’t be necessary,” V signs before he can fill the second glass, “I don’t drink on the job.”
“Aww, what a good girl,” Evelyn coos, a smile pulling at her painted lips, “Evelyn Parker. I knew it was you as soon as you walked in.”
“And you decided to let me wander around instead of introducing yourself?”
“I wanted to get a good look at you first.”
“And?” V watches as Evelyn takes a swig of her tequila.
“Rest assured, if I didn’t like what I see, you’d know,” she takes another drink, “C'mon. Know a place we can talk where ears won't prick up to listen. We'll be in the lounge, Mateo. Anyone asks we're not here.”
Evelyn takes her black clutch purse and leaves the bar, V puts some money down for Mateo; if nothing else to compensate for his time. V hops down from the stool and follows after Evelyn, through a pair of double doors that goes into a hallway tinted red and pink, booth doors lining the way. The blue haired woman opens up a door, standing to the side as V walks in.
The booth is small, circular with a red vinyl couch around it’s curve, a table in the middle projects a hologram of a stripper who twists and dances. V sinks into the cushions, watching Evelyn stride in and light a cigarette as the door closes behind her. Everyone in the city a smoker it seems. As Evelyn puffs on a cigarette, V is somehow just noticing the gold nail like finger caps she wears.
“Dex had a load to say about you. Called you professional, effective. And trustworthy. I hope he wasn't overselling…“
“You don’t give a shit what he says,” V retorts, not missing the tinge of disdain Evelyn’s voice. V doesn’t need anyone to blow wind up her ass.
“You have trouble accepting compliments?”
“Flattery’s beneath you.”
“Maybe Dex is beneath you,” Evelyn moves around the table, grabbing an ashtray from the table, then sitting down next to V, crossing her legs, “Have you known each other long?”
“First time working with him.”
“Hmmm, I've heard there are two kinds of fixers. Those with stable crews on long contracts and short leashes. Loyalty and predictability they value above all else. Then there's the other kind- Dex's kind.”
“Meaning?”
“Headhunters. They lay their trust elsewhere, not in people but in a thing- their intuition. They bet on potential. And if they lose that bet…It's the last mistake they ever make. I’m hoping Dex’s intuition served him well in this case.”
“Let's get to the point, why am I here, what’s this about?”
“Your target - I trust you know what it is.”
“Arasaka biochip.”
“Mmmhmm, their Relic, secure your soul technology. Arasaka's poured billions into personality transfer technology. But me - I just want the data on this one. The chip is tucked away inside Konpeki Plaza, the hotel. You ever been?”
“Fancy corp hotels? Yeah, no, way out of my price range.”
“The decor's to die for. As you'll see for yourself.’
So, V and Jackie have to bust into some fancy hotel to get the chip people are arguing about on tv. Understood, so far. But, theres a lot of risks involved in a heist of this scale. Its one thing to rip off a dropped piece of cargo or a convoy from a corp; but this kind of top notch tech?
“You know where the chip is, exactly?”
“In a suite on the top floor. The room's occupied by Yorinobu Arasaka.”
V swallows the lump in her throat, the son of Saburo Arasaka, heir to the entire fucking corp. She’s once again finding herself wondering why Dex thinks her and Jackie can handle a job of this caliber, the Arasaka’s seem downright un-fucking-touchable to a merc like her.
“He’s in NC?”
“Don't you read the screamsheets?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Well, the media couldn't get enough of Yori coming to Night City, it was all over the headlines. He's heir apparent to the Arasaka empire - Saburo Arasaka's only surviving son.”
“So, he trying to take over while he’s in town?” V asks, trying to understand what exactly is going on.
“Only a handful of people in Night City know what the Arasakas' real plans are.”
“And you included in that?”
A smirk stretches across her face, green eyes devious; “Yorinobu is a puppet. He lost all his cards years ago when he failed to do daddy's bidding. Saburo's had Yori's balls in a vise for years. He might just turn the screw and crush them outright if he learns his son's up to no good again.”
“Someone like him is bound to have an army surrounding him, that hotel is probably a fortress by now.”
“Yorinobu keeps exactly no muscle around. Not one guard. Got rid of them a long time ago.”
“Why?”
“Surely you know what they say about Arasaka intel? Sneeze in Night City and a blossom drops from a cherry tree in Tokyo. Yorinobu was convinced his Arasaka security detail reported directly to his father.”
“If you got a spare ache up your sleeve, I’d love to see it.”
“ Now, this should make your tits perk up,” she says, putting the ashtray aside and leans forward.
“My tits are quite comfortable where they are, I assure you.”
“Cute, but more importantly, Yorinobu recently swiped the chip from an Arasaka laboratory. He's made a deal with NetWatch, aims to sell it to them. Have you spotted my ace yet or do I need to spell things out?”
“Okay, no muscle because he has daddy issues and no security on the device because he stole it from said daddy. Any idea where he’s hiding the thing?”
“Likely in a specialized container, one that mimics an organic neural environment. On the outside, it looks like an ordinary briefcase.”
“Which would be where?”
“You'll see for yourself soon enough,” she stamps out her cigarette and stands up, walking to the door, “Provided we're done gossiping about the Arasakas.”
“You know anything else about him?” V asks, wanting to see if she can mine any more useful information about the heir that could help.
“Quite a bit, actually. He studied finance and biotech in Tokyo. Hm, probably didn't have a choice in the matter, come to think of it. Saburo was grooming him to be his successor. But then Yorinobu vanished to chase his own dreams, cut himself off from the corp for years. Long story short, though the black sheep returned, the bitter taste remained. But that's only one side of him. There's another - an intelligent man who has always walked his own path and so has his own designs on the corp.”
There’s no doubt in V’s mind now that Evelyn knows Yorinobu personally, the way she talks and speaks is clearly colored by experience. Some prodigal son who ran away from his father and then came back with his tail between his legs when he couldn’t cut it alone. An odd lump in V’s throat at the thought; running away from shitty dads, being a black sheep…
“Sounds like any other corpo dick to me,” V signs, not liking the parallels her brain is starting to draw.
“Hm. Ever tried to imagine what life might be like for an emperor's son? You have everything, yet you are no one, nothing. At least as long as you remain in Saburo Arasaka's shadow. I…” she scratches almost sheepishly at her neck, her wannabe femme fatale attitude slipping for just a moment, “...sympathize. It's a vulnerability I understand well.”
V is still finding herself finding uncomfortable similarities between herself and fucking Yorinobu Arasaka. Its stupid, she doesn’t know the man and he has the wealth to destroy her for pretending she does. But, a power hungry leader for a father, leaving home, terrified of being under his thumb. Only difference, well many, but most pressing is she’s managed to make it on her own...so far… at least. Not that she hasn’t had her doubts or worries.
“So, what’s next?” V asks, practically shaking her head to dispel the weirdness swimming in her brain. Black sheep or not; Yorinobu Arasaka has a silver spoon in his mouth. She’s a nomad turned Night City edgerunner; their lives couldn’t be more far removed.
“Now comes the best part,” Evelyn opens the door and turns to leave, “Follow me. Got somethin' for you. Should help you plan. Braindance from Konpeki Plaza.”
V follows Evelyn out into the hallway, “ how’s a braindance going to help?”
“Think BDs are only good for fondling virtual tits, jackin' off to in those boxes?”
“Thought that was the main selling point, yeah,” V teases back as they turn a corner in the hallway, headed towards a door.
“No. They can be a very useful tool. Good for analyzing details human perception, even boosted, doesn't grasp. Exactly what you need,” Evelyn teases as they enters a dressing room, a few Mox at the tables painting their faces with makeup and styling their hair.
“What's on the tape?” Through another door and neon lights fade to harsher, darker lighting.
“Yorinobu's suite. The glorious interior,” the walk down a short metal flight of stairs, “You'll need to locate the Relic yourself. Hope I grabbed enough detail to make that possible.”
The stop at the end of the steps, Evelyn turning to look at V with a hand on her hips. Not that V really had any more doubt about it, but she’s been given more evidence that Evelyn and Yorinobu know each other.
“You recorded it?”
“Mhm. BD rec implant. Why, you object?”
“Not particularly, who you know and what you do with them is none of my business, lets see the braindance.”
“Judy'll help. She's a Mox, too,” down another short flight of stairs, deeper into the basement, “Besides, we go back… years.”
Evelyn stops them again outside a pair of double doors, Lizzie’s is starting to feel like a little maze at this point. But more importantly, Evelyn’s paused again, stumbled over her words and showed something under her facade. V felt something was off, a Mox but somehow not, and she’s starting to think Evelyn is purposely trying to put up a front. That she’s trying, a little too hard, to come across like femme fatale or corpo. Evelyn clears her throat.
“V, this is important. Judy's always been there for me. Always helped out. I trust her. But she's a Mox, not the latest member of your crew. Try not to forget. So you'll be a good girl, tread lightly and keep that tongue on a leash.
“Oh, but it's not my tongue you need to worry about.”
“Hmm, can feel you smirking under that mask, keep it up and I’ll tie those hands down, too,” Evelyn says with a wink as they pass through the double doors into another hallway, then through one more door.
Evelyn leads her through the basement doors, a dark little room with servers, netrunning chairs and screens. In an office chair slouching with one leg on a desk is a woman; late twenties or so with olive skin. One side of her hair is shaved, the other shaggy and down to nearly her shoulder, a deep green color with bright pink ends. The woman is heavily tattooed, bright red roses nestled above her collar bones, a spider web on her right shoulder, a cartoon ghost sitting in a shell, and a large number 13 on her bicep are among the standouts. But V could spend hours describing each artwork.
“Ahem.”
“Hey, there you are…” Judy greets Evelyn, a playful almost flirty tone to her voice.
“This is V. She's here for that BD roll. And V, this is Judy - best braindance editor I know.”
“Enough already, gonna make me barf.” There’s a slight accent to Judy’s voice, not unlike Jackie’s.
“Impressive set up,” V signs, at least, she assumes it’s impressive. Tech is already a bit of a blind spot for her, especially when it comes to brain dances.
“Mhm, Analyzers, sensory sig amps, acoustic and emotive wave monitors, facial expression translators.”
“Ahem, Judy,” Evelyn stops the inked editor before she can tell V more.
“All right, all right… Compiled your BD, Ev.”
“What do you think? Will it do?”
“Still pretty raw… but yeah, oughta do.”
“Mhm. V needs to get deep inside, that's most important.”
“So, let's calibrate, tune it to her,” Judy stands up from the table and moves to the desk closer to the door, sitting down below a neon pink light, “Believe me, I've dealt with worse. Should see the dig-Jig Street porn we gotta contend with sometimes.”
Evelyn has followed behind Judy, standing behind the editor’s chair, “So we drop V inside? Let her look, let her rummage around, right?”
“How 'bout it, V? Raw braindance - ever taken a dip before?” Judy leans forward on the desk, looking at V.
“No, not at all, but I’m a quick learner,” that feels like a lie as soon as she says it, “ and need to know what I’m dealing with. So.”
“Siddown, settle in, and we'll get you goin'.”
V turns around to the chairs, either netrunning or ripperdoc chairs, she’s not sure. But, she climbs into one, settling down into it as Judy comes back out around the desk. Judy is nearby, fiddling with a brain dance wreath.
“Be easier to fit without the mask.”
“Mask has optic tech, linked to my neuroport and biomon, should work just like it does with any set of cybereyes.”
“‘Fraid of ruining the mystery?” Evelyn asks, teasing again.
“Mask is for business, lot harder to track a merc if you got no clue what they look like. You that curious, feel free to try and track me down during my off time.”
“Fine, fine,” Judy affixes the BD wreath around V’s head, lining it up properly on the merc before walking back to the desk, “Gotta create your sensory profile first.”
“Go for it.”
“Now, sit still, look at me. Gonna run the analysis soft should feel a slight tingling…”
V’s breath catches as it prickles across her skin, a crackling and warm sensation crawling across every nerve. From the base of her skull, down her spine, across her arms to her fingers, running down her legs to her toes. A vague pulse, a current of something.
“OK now let's set the optics and other sensory sigs. Look smack into these two screens, pretend it's an eye exam.”
The two wreath panels flash and strobe white light, building in urgency and frequency.
“Gimme two more minutes. One more sec, need to get the pain receptor limiters in… OK. All set. Need to test your profile first. Tossing in a sam-”
“We can just use my recording, there’s no point in wasting time,” Evelyn interrupts Judy.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
“I’m fine with just jumping to her BD,” V interjects her opinion, “better to get right to it.”
Judy sighs and rolls her eyes; “Fine, fine, what do I know.”
“Great, I’ll just need to patch Bug in.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Who?” Judy jumps up from her desk, crossing her arms and looks at V like she just asked to summon Satan.
“Runner from my crew, security specialist. She'll tell me what to look for while we analyze. No problem, I assume?”
“Actually, it is a problem! You’re already asking me to cut fucking corners and now you want to bring someone else in?! Not what we agreed, Ev!”
“It’s not a big deal,” V signs, not sure what Judy’s sudden problem is.
“No big deal! You don't quite grasp the risks I took by lettin' you in here! What I'm risking pokin' around with this stuff!”
Judy continues to yell and V rolls her eyes, she’s a BD editor, not part of the actual crew, the client, or the fixer. If Arasaka goes after anyone it sure as shit won’t be Judy, so why is she throwing a fit.
“And you don’t seem to grasp the risk I’d be taking if me and my partner went stumbling into that hotel with no fucking clue as to what we or our runner are up against. I miss one hidden turret and I get pumped full of lead, either my runner links in or I’m gone.”
V makes a point to twist her head and look at Evelyn at the last part; Bug is the most highly trained member of their crew and Dex’s go to runner. Without her involvement and eyes on it, the job won’t be going anywhere.
“Bye then!” Judy yells out, “good riddance and don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”
“Judy, please…”
“Ev, she wants to bring a 'runner in. What part of that don't you understand?! How do I know she'll only perch in this footage, observe, not fuck with anything?!”
“Because Bug is literally involved with the heist, has a dog in this fight, and wants it to go well too,” V signs, hoping the AI voice is getting her annoyance across, Judy does level a glare at her over Evelyn’s shoulder.
“Me,” Evelyn steals Judy’s attention, “I'm your guarantee.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Help me, this one last time. I promise everything'll work out, just like we planned.”
And it hits V, between the flirting and the soft drop in Evelyn’s voice here. The reason Judy is so worked up about this; her and Evelyn have something. Friends teetering the line into something else, girlfriends already, or maybe even more than that. V’s not sure. But there’s something distinctly not platonic to the way they interact. Maybe that’s the play on Evelyn’s. Scam Yorinobu Arasaka then run away with her porn editor girlfriend.
“Fine,” Judy shakes her head and sits back down, the anger gone, “call Bug and we’ll dive in.”
That issue taken care of V rings up T-Bug, the netrunner answering after a ring or two.
“What’s up, V?”
“Bug, listen. I got some useful footage from Konpeki Plaza. It's a braindance.”
“Konpeki? Ohhh, thought as much…” Judy looks up at Evelyn.
“Someone there with you?”
“Client and her...friend...is what I’ll settle on; that’s not what matters right now, its going to give us a layout of the room, a chance to find where the chip is, and some idea of security.”
“All right, see if I can walk you through it. Jackin’ into your tech now,” notifications alert across her mask’s interface, “Mh, you've gotta give me access. Opening port 1779… Secure protocol? Good, I'm goin' in. Should be getting my request… …now.”
“Got it. You ready?”
“Millisec. OK, connection confirmed, now some quick temp ICE and… we're clear. Ready to dance.”
“Let’s do this.”
And with that the wreath panels begin to flash and strobe in front of V’s eyes, quicker and quicker until the world goes out in white. And in the next snap of a moment, one reality becomes another. Her body is no longer her own, she’s placed in Evelyn’s mind standing outside an elevator. What feels like her body, moves to adjust a purse strap, gold capped nails.
“All right, V - eyes open. Gotta find out where Yorinobu is keepin’ the Relic. Everything is controlled by thought and intention; you can step into editor mode, access everything her cyberware picked up a signal of, can scan, rewind, fast forward. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
The doors open, exposing the hotel room, and a horror show of a man walking towards her. V can feel the spike in fear, whether from Evelyn in the moment or V’s own instinctual reaction; she isn’t sure. He’s around eight feet tall, complete metal and cyberware from his feet to his upper lip; more machine than human. Wire, hydraulics, steel; all branded with Arasaka. The flesh section of his head is sickly ashen protrusive veins, glowing red where eyes should be. As he draws closer there’s a whirr of machinery, hydraulics pistoning to give him movement. How is he alive? How is he functional?
“You look like a cut of fuckable meat. Are you?” He asks as he walks past, voice edged with something inhuman.
Evelyn reigns her fear back in, the past version of her walking deeper into the room, where a dark haired man sits at a table in front of a large screen where another blonde haired man speaks back to him.
“I said no,” the dark haired man speaks out, his voice colored by a Japanese accent and V knows it’s Yorinobu. Evelyn continues to walk closer, her heels clicking against the floor.
“They'll have my head for this…”
“Then you shall perish for a good cause.”
“But I-”
“Make yourself comfortable. I need a minute to finish,” Yorinobu tells Evelyn, sparing just a glance over his shoulder.
“Listen in on that conversation, V! Could be something important.”
She wants to watch through first, do an initial watch to look for things and then go more in depth. Two watches at least should mean she’s covered everything. Yorinobu switches the conversation to his holophone, pacing around the room. Evelyn meanwhile puts her purse down on the chair, then walks behind him, trying to keep him in range
“My father is a tired, visionless old greybeard who thinks nothing will change and he'll live forever in his tiny, frozen bubble! You will listen to this - Saburo is an addled despot utterly removed from reality, stuck in some fossilized vision of a world that no longer exists! Of a world that may never have existed! We have not seen eye to eye for the last twenty years. I am quite sure we won't now.”
Yorinobu continues to talk as Evelyn pours herself a glass full of champagne and takes a drink, the tech allowing V to taste the sweet bubbles as if they were on her own tongue. Glass in hand she takes a slow look around the room and walks back to the center of it, sitting at the table, the plush of the cushion letting her sink into it.
“Noted,” Yorinobu says into the phone as he starts to walk back to Evelyn, there’s something in his eyes, “enough.”
He hands up, putting the phone down on the table. Evelyn looks up at him and V through her eyes gets her first good look at the Arasaka heir. Dark hair with the sides shaved down close to the scalp, glasses perched on his nose. His cyberware is surprisingly minimal for a man of his wealth, two streaks of silver going up his neck to his jawline.
“Sorry, to make you wait,” he touches Evelyn’s shoulder and the woman rises, “business can be stupid.”
They’re close and V can feel his hands on her, Evelyn’s, hips. Evelyn’s hand on his shoulder.
“Mmh, it wasn't long,” Evelyn hums and it feels wholy unnatural to feel like she’s speaking with someone else's voice, “Not even long enough for me to grow bored.”
His hands start to creep and Evelyn goes to pull away, movements playful, when Yorinobu pulls her back in. Then he starts to dip his mouth.
“Fuck no!” V yells out as she pushes the thought to enter editor mode, separating her senses from Evelyn’s before she has to feel Yorinobu’s lips on Evelyn’s neck. She looks down and sees herself, though slightly digital, her bright blue nail polish and not gold jewelry. The scene around her has paused and a digital filter over them.
“Something wrong?” T-Bug asks with a slight laugh.
“Nearly had corpo droolon me,” V signs, happy to find the tech allows her translator to work in editor mode, “was going do a watch through, then a second go in editor mode, figured two look throughs would be best...then”
“Then you nearly had to lock lips with Yorinobu Arasaka.”
“Gag, rewinding back to scan the call fully.” With a thought she watches as Evelyn and Yorinobu move in reverse, getting back to win the heir was starting the call. Once she gets where she needs to be she scans his phone and restarts it from editor mode, thankful for the sensory disconnect. She hears the man on the other end of Yorinobu’s call speak.
“Please speak with your father. He's taken a particular interest in this project, he can certainly explain the risks invol--”
“My father is a tired, visionless old greybeard who thinks nothing will change and he'll live forever in his tiny, frozen bubble!”
“I should not even be listening to such things.”
“You will listen to this - Saburo is an addled despot utterly removed from reality, stuck in some fossilized vision of a world that no longer exists! Of a world that may never have existed! We have not seen eye to eye for the last twenty years. I am quite sure we won't now.”
“Read the documentation carefully. The Relic requires specific storage conditions. You MUST provide them.”
“Noted,” Yorinobu hangs up again and V pauses the BD.
“Heard that? Relic docs gotta be around here somewhere. Look for them,” Bug confirms.
“Once we find where the chip is stored we’ll do a clean sweep of the security, okay Bug.”
“Smart thinking.”
V watches half-heartedly as Yorinobu and Evelyn interact; her range of vision and senses limited to Evelyn. She fast forwards through the two canoodling, only mildly catching Evelyn mentioning something about ‘candy’ though V assumes it’s of the nose variety. Evelyn separates away from Yorinobu for a moment and walks to a control panel, offering to lend music to the scene.
But V’s interest is piqued when she catches Evelyn rifling through Yorinobu’s messages, a few spam and scam emails. Then she pulls up an email from Clouds, a dollhouse in the city. Evelyn deletes it, V rewinds back and pauses. The email thanks Yorinobu for his patronage; hmm, heir has a taste for doll prostitutes. Something, Evelyn doesn’t want that email to be there… Its all beginning to make more sense and V’s not sure she likes it.
The merc fast forwards further through the BD, moving through to Evelyn playing awful music and going to meet Yorinobu in his bed. Where he sits with a tablet, the second the screen is clear. She pauses and scans it, bingo.
“Manual details a special temp controlled container. Relic needs to be kept real cool,” T-Bug explains through the technobabble.
“Chip’s got to be in a freezer.”
“Yep. Could damage it otherwise. OK, switch on thermal layer detection in the editor. Should be easier to spot where Yorinobu's keeping the chip.”
V switches with a thought, the world turning into temperature signatures as she searches for unnatural cold places and spots. An air conditioner pumps out cold air, but that would be a stupid place to put billion dollar tech. One malfunction and you lost it all. She rewinds back to get more of a view, a ice bucket for champagne, a fridge?
“That’s just a regular fancy fridge, not cold enough,” Bug tells her when she spends t0o long contemplating it.
V rewinds further and an amass of blue ice cold air from behind a pillar catches her eye, It seems to come up through the floor, unlike the AC, ice bucket, or fridge she has no clear idea where this one is coming from. A secret container in the floor? Seems like a much craftier place to hide expensive stolen tech, V scans it.
“Right, grabbed the heat sig. Matches the spec in the docs,” T-Bug tells her.
“Chip has to be here, we got it.”
“Mmhmm, time to scan security.”
V switches back to the regular mode, looking for what she needs to scan. The camera system first.
“Shit, cameras packed with newtech motion sensors, heat sig activators. IFF.”
“Can you kill it?”
“With access to their subnet, but we need the Flathead bot for that.”
They continue on, with Bug commenting on each security measure they scan. Alarm with fresh firmware, Automated turrets connected to the hotels server. Yorinobu’s pistol, loaded with the safety on. V rewinds and fast forward, searching anything else that might be an issue but comes up empty handed.
“Seems like we got everything. Looks like all their security systems are linked to the hotel subnet. We need the Flathead. No other way to shut down these systems,” T-Bug sumises.
“No way around it ourselves?”
“Nope. Least I'm fresh out of ideas. Think we got everything we need.”
“Okay, but hang on the line with me after we get out of the BD, need you to look over something for me, if you don’t mind.”
“No problem.”
V exists out of the brain dance, a flash of white and the world returns. Judy and Evelyn looking at her from across a desk, T-Bug still in the call panel of her mask. Her eyes hurt, her throat feels dry, and she can feel a migraine pushing at her temples. She fucking hates brain dances.
“Get everything you need?” Judy asks, a dark raised eyebrow.
“From the BD, yeah, got to clear something with Bug while I got her on the horn,” V gets the chip she fucked with out of her pocket and slides it into the proxy reader of her mask, “got a chip I fucked around with; decrypted and tried to rewrite the virus on it, so it will spike the people who gave it to me. But I want to make sure, I didn’t fuck up.”
“Need me to grade your work, V?”
“Kind of…”
“Oh, shit, V. You fucking over Militech?” T-Bug exclaims, a little pride in her voice as she reads over the code, thankfully her voice is only audible to V through her hearing aids.
“Mmhmm.”
“And you don’t want to sign and have your translator read it, because you don’t want to risk the client knowing you’re fucking over Militech while prepping to fuck over Arasaka.”
“Mmhmm, will it work?”
“It will fry the servers of any tech it’s plugged in proper and fry the servers it’s linked to, a Militech van from the looks of it. Won’t be a dent in their bottom line, but will surely piss off some reps. That what you meant for it to do?”
“That was the plan.”
“Preem work then, but I do want to make some...edits,” T-Bug edits the chips code in front of V’s eyes, “there we go.”
“Something wrong with it?” Nerves creep up V’s throat, if she fucked up, she’d rather learn her lesson now.
“Nah, I added a bit of a personal touch for you, nothing wrong with a little style added to your hacking.”
“Appreciate the help.”
“You know I won’t always be here to check your work.”
“I know, I know, but it doesn't mean I won’t take advantage while I can. Thanks again, talk soon.”
“Later, V.” With that V hangs up the call and slots the spiked credchip back into its respective pocket. Judgement, suspicion, and resentment are radiating off of Judy.
“I'll wipe the cache and your data. You were never here.”
Judy stands up from the desk and V tries to decipher a few of the tattoos she sees, noticing more sea themed ones, like a dolphin and sharks. V flinches behind her mask as Judy removes the BD wreath, glad to be free of the contraption, but she could have taken it off herself.
“Thanks…” V signs, despite this, just trying to be polite despite their spat.
“Keep it,” Judy hands her the wreath, V getting a good look at the octopus tattooed on the woman’s hand, “I'll put it on Ev's tab. Portable device for handling BDs. I already uploaded your calibration settings. Not as sophisticated as what we got here, but should do the trick.”
“And it keeps you outta harm's way. Clever.”
“Speaking of harms way, know what I see looking at you,” Judy pins her hands to her hips and gives V that look again, “walking, talking corpses.”
“We needed this recording, just… relax, will you?”
“Relax! If Arasaka finds out you have it, you're dead. I'm dead! If you fuck this up and Arasaka comes knocking on my door!”
“Judy, relax, that’s… not gonna happen,” Evelyn is the one trying to soothe the editors temper again.
“Evelyn, please… no shortcuts. You go that route, city'll always win. So be careful.”
“'Course I will be. Besides, we'll talk in a bit,” Evelyn looks to V, “lets walk.”
V stashes the new BD wreath into her bag and climbs from the chair, following Evelyn out of Judy’s basement space. It’s not like V is heartless or doesn’t know anxiety; but of everyone involved, Judy has the least skin in the game. V can’t spend her time coddling someone who doesn’t have a whole hell of a lot to worry about compared to her, Jackie, or Bug.
“Well? What do you think?” Evelyn asks and V can see that hint of nerves coming back.
“You’re not worried about this coming back on you, if they start looking through everyone he’s been dealing with?”
“They'll have a long list, then. Packed full of big names. Much bigger than mine. You tell me who they check first. Corpo hotshots and cutthroats? Or a little bedroom plaything like me?”
“Well, then... “ V tries to find her words, this all seems, too good, “intel on the heir, on the place, know roughly where the chip is, and how we should get to it… Seems like a perfect plan and job.”
“Mm. Thanks. Now the punch line, please.”
“Seems too good to be true, there’s got to be a catch…”
“Cold feet? Are you looking to get out of it?”
“I want to know you’re in control here; that there’s no secrets, no catches, no surprises that turns this heist from a cakewalk into a bloodbath.”
“V. I have zero reasons to haze you. We’re in this together. Really. Trust me that I got this.”
“Okay, if you say so, what next?”
“V….” there’s nothing good in the way Evelyn pauses, words stuck to her tongue for a moment, “Do this job for me. I mean me alone. No splitting the payout with anyone else. No middlemen. No Dex.”
Of course, of fucking course, there had to be something. Evelyn’s trying to play cutthroat corpo, fucking over a fixer because she has dollar signs in her eyes. But, she’s too damn naïve to the game to know that no merc with the lead in their gun would pull that shit. Greedy mercs who screw over their fixers end up broke on the street at best and swimming with cement shoes at worst. And a high profile one like Dex has the means to destroy her.
“Fucking knew there was a catch, you want to fuck over our fixer.”
“Dex is a middleman. And a useless one at this point.”
“You don't fuck with fixers. That's the one rule every merc in this city knows - and actually follows!”
“But if we're smart…”
“There is no smart to this, a mistake like that will cost me my reputation and without that, a merc is fucking nothing in this city. Are you serious about this?”
“Better ask yourself that question. Do you want to spend the rest of your days blasting scavs? Or become a legend overnight? Your choice.”
“He would put me in the ground, if I pulled some gonk shit like that.”
“I could give you fifty percent, V, . Eddies enough to do whatever the hell you like, without needing Dex for anything. With cred like that, you wouldn’t want for anything, you could retire.”
“It’s not about the money.”
“I thought you were a merc. I thought it was always about the money.”
“No, its not actually. He trusts me, he’s taking a leap with me. And even if he weren’t, I’m not the only person I got to worry about. Bug vouched for me too and Jackie is my partner. I fuck over my fixer, it hurts them too. I’m not going to send them down the river for a bigger cut of the pie.”
“Fine. I never asked. But V?”
“Yeah.”
“I just hope you're as good as you are naive.”
“Pff, you think I’m the naive one, here. Cute.
“If you need me, call. I'll send you my number. Now go. I need a few words with Judy.”
“Later, then.”
And with that V heads back up the stairs, tension draws tight across her shoulders. This whole damn thing with Evelyn throwing her off. The BD and everything seems clear cut, if they get the Flathead, the job might even be easy. But, wanting to fuck over their fixer. Evelyn is not the corpo or femme fatale or whatever she seems to think she is. A doll, V’s sure of that. Evelyn must have deleted the email from Clouds because its’s connected to her and the Mox offer protection to sex workers; must be where she and Yorinobu met. Clouds even has connections to Arasaka through the Tyger Claws. And she managed to become a powerful rich man’s plaything, so now she thinks she’s smart enough to fuck over not only him but Dex too.
She’s a messy client with good intel. V doesn’t want Evelyn to get hurt. The older woman is in over her head and doesn’t know how the merc world works. She doesn’t deserve to get hurt for that, the last thing V wants is for Dex to lose his cool and hurt the woman. But, V also owes it to him to let him know Evelyn put that deal on the table. If she doesn’t, what’s to say Evelyn won’t pull this on another fixer? Or Dex gets another job aligned with her and the next merc she offers this to isn’t so loyal? She has to tell him.
V fumbles with her holo as she walks back through the club, doing some quick research on Konpeki Plaza. Finding their policy on guns. Given the stealth nature of this mission, she can assume the only way they’re getting in is to find a way to get in like regular patrons. Which means they’d be scanned for guns as soon as they get through the door. If something goes south, she doesn’t want her and Jackie left unarmed with a hoard of Arasaka soldiers on their ass.
But they can’t confiscate cyberware.
Might be time to cash in her savings for something. Her holo buzzes in her hand as Dex calls; her stomach drops. Unsure for a moment what to say to him, if she should go ahead and tell him what Evelyn tried to pull. Would he lose his temper? Drop the entire damn heist? Would he hurt her for it? It weighs on her shoulders as she pushes through a blue beaded curtain, considering her options with a finger hovering over the phone.
#cyberpunk 2077#cp2077#johnny silverhand#silverv#(slowburn eventual)#evelyn parker#judy alvarez#aidan becker#aidan v becker#female v
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what are some of your favorite and least favorite magical girl raising project designs? and your thoughts on magical daisy just because she's my fav
Heck yes opinion time! But first what you asked for:
Magical Daisy Good. The yellows-browns-beige works really well with both the purple accents and the minty green hair. She has pleats distributed evenly through her design, and they work in tandem with both the ribbons and with the daisies through her outfit without it getting too busy. I like her detached sleeves with gloves, and I am a sucker for practical footwear on a MG (both for them and for possible cosplayers)
I’m not Crazy about the. Pouch? Asymmetrical bustle? The thing off her waist on her right. But it balances with her off-center headdress and has the same small design on it so it get’s a pass. Her hair is simple, but I like it and I think it works for her
A good design for an anime (if the MGRP anime had done really well, do you think we would have gotten an in-universe magical daisy episode?)
Other opinions under the cut
Haha only giving opinions on 3 girls? I’m reading Peaceful Days now so enjoy my speed thoughts on MGRP-Aces outfits.
But first Maruino deserves so much recognition because her use of cream and dark brown in place of white and black whenever possible, combined with her chibi style and general color pallet choices, is so good. I know I’ve talked about the LN look vs the anime looks here before, but some designs would just look not nearly as good if she didn’t know how to use colors as well as she does
MGRP:
Snow White- School uniform with an armband indicating she is someone who can help, but with flowers. It’s cute, it’s fairly simple compared to other mgrp outfits, I like the big flowers on the sides of her outfit over the ones hanging from the ribbons off her back. A solid look, but not a winner in my book
Ripple- This is going to come up with quite a few of these designs but I like basically everything but the body. I like the sleeves, the geta are great, love the one ponytail with big shuriken, scarf brings great contrast to the rest of the color scheme, bikini top with ribbons attaching it to a wrapped skirt? The skirt feels like this could have been a keikogi but the top is almost wholly unadorned and overall I wish this was a better look than it is
La Pucelle- Great idea, meh execution. Knight And Dragon? Love it! The navy blue for military feels with armor and goes well with the gold&cream&brown. Her horns are cute! I like the tail- it fits the character and isn’t too large or distracting. Once again I like the arms-neck-legs but the body is. a bikini with a drapery bit off the top and the tabard. The tabard is good! But why is she in her underwear? Give pants???
-And yes I know swimsuits cover just as much as underwear but this isn’t a swimsuit and it’s a lazy way to cover what needs to be cover and not even try to make that area of a design more interesting. This doesn’t apply just to LP or even MGRP I have seen comments on this before and unless the character’s outfit is an actual bathing suit, try harder.
Top Speed- A wife. A halloween wife. God I lover her personality and her outfit is definitely on the simple end of mgrp outfits but very fitting. The colors are great, love the hat and the tall boots, the cape stripes might be my least favorite bit? But I feel if it was solid it would be too bland so. And the end of her braids looks like a broom. I love her. Good design.
Ruler- I hate this. But why..... Is it the navy blue is a singular piece? I liked Ripple’s scarf for contrast but maybe this piece isn’t large enough? Her head things look like two crowns on the sides of her head and their weird and. Not awful? But not great. The cape looks chunky at the end? In a weird way? Or is it the drop waist on the top. I know I don’t like the butt fluff. I do like the shoes&leggings? pants? And her crown and hair stars. bad/10 for reasons I can not place
Swim Swim- Techno demon in the accessories, pure schoolgirl in swim class in the torso. The white suit+black devil wings is good as character contrast , and her....hip...discs? have demony tails which is good, but the big headphones and floating disc things work great with the shoes but not with the rest of the outfit? This is two outfits in one but not in a good way. Pick a lane.
Minael&Yunael- They might not be super-murders but boy that’s their only redeeming trait. I do not like them as fictional people. And outfitwise? Meh. I like the chat balloon halos, and the one wing look for the two of them works, and again the use of Navy rather than pure black is good, but the old fashioned dress with a bib is. boring. and not in a simple way just not interesting? Like I think if the stiped bib thing was removed it might look better? This also might be a secret hatred of mine as I think I have figured out from a later outfit. For now- boo
Tama- Are you spotted or brown&white? Her fluff bits and legs say spotted and her ears and tail and paws say brown and white and I wish we’d pick a lane? Also not crazy about the butt-length cape. I do like the bone clasp and the hood, and you have to have big ol paws for a dog girl. She’s. Fine. Just fine.
Nemurin- Her hair clouds say magical girl, the rest says generic cute sleepy anime girl. I like the socks, and her hair, but she’s not that interesting? Don’t get me wrong she’s cute but the bulk of her design is Big PJs. The candy clasp is nice as a sweet dreams thing? Sorry Endo
Calamity Mary- Titty fur. Boots with spurs and arms with fringe and mini cowboy hat are all good, and her skirt is. A little boring but fine. But the best part of her top is the sheriff badge. If we’re committed to evil=slutty=evil, you can still make a more appealing lewd top than a bikini over some fluff. Let sluts be sexy? Stay dead bitch.
Magicaloid 44- Elementary schoolgirl but robot. Bulky but in that smooth modern look. I’m a sucker for hair horns, even when they’re metal or plastic, and she just has a good silhouette. But her colors could be better? I will say her mn art has her skirt look like a skirt, and the anime said This Is A Solid Hunk Of Plastic/Metal and I think that works better. Swap her dark brown bits for a navy to go with her skirt and i think i’d be out of complaints
Sister Nana- There are multiple MG nuns. What’s up with that. Good use of sexy belts for theme consistency, but I with there was more red up top or her shoes were a different color. 9/10 for dirty nun
Weiss Winterprison- Girl I love you why is your outfit not good as a MG look or even really as an outfit. Your practical looking boots have heels, your colors are boring and messy, you have like. belts but not enough for them to look interesting? Gurl I love you do something with this bland mess.\
Cranberry- ‘I love this’ I say threw clenched teeth. I love green and flower motifs, and I like boleros and big sleeves. But I’m not that into this? I think it’s that her top looks like a nice shirt that’s a little long and then she. Just has leggings on and a big belt. I guess the buckle is like. A big thorn? And i’m into tunics with leggings but this doesn’t? do that in a way I like? The red-blue roses are a nice contrast to the green and creme but i just. I have no idea I want to be in love with this and it’s Middling for me. More elf ear’d MGs pls
Hardgore Alice- I love alice, I am a fan of edgy spins on stuff(sorry), so I’m a bit disappointed? And I think it’s just the colors? I love the checkered pockets and the striped stockings and bows and the headband and apron and bloomers and dress shape and even her eye bags (mood). I guess I just wish there was more of the off white-maybe for the full apron? or even the bloomers? I love you please re-color.
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Keek- This bitch might win it for worst look. I like her hair color, and giant sleeves, and the cd and rubix cube are nice touches for an outfit, but what outfit. A bikini top and slightly-larger-than-usual underwear style bottom with a big plate of metal? Are those supposed to be shorts??? Points for normal shoes but take off the coat and this is nothing. And the coat isn’t much to begin with. 0/10 might take home the gold
Clantail- I wish the apron part was gone? But the colors are good tho I do have a question about the horns- they’re cute but if she can change her lower body to other animals they won’t always fit very well? And her necklaceuhhh tattoo? is odd. But she’s fine
Pechika- Good colors, like the feathers, I wish the chef’s coat had a different fit but it’s good. Could go without the tail. Also has some almost military feeling elements like the hair cross and the? epaulets? This is a spats stan account
Rionetta- Great use of colors, patterns, ribbons, has a specific look that works great for the doll dress. Hell year ball joints and weird eyes. Wonderful. I hate it. No fucking clue why. Like with the angels maybe? I hate strips? Except I don’t. Maybe just in specific situations? Or I hate multiple patterns? Rio looks good. I just see her and go into a rage.
Nonako Miyokata- A very good look overall, just not super Magical Girl? Definitely magical miko but. The yin yang accessories feel a tad out of place- replace them with existing themes or add them in elsewhere
Magical Daisy- Still good
Nokko- This is just a maid. A cute maid with a weird choice of hair decor, but I think she got her outfit at the same shop as Milkit. *shrug*
@Meow-Meow- boy I hope I didn’t just at someone for real. I like her colors and tail, poofy detached sleeves are good, her top works with the open dress. I’m a fan of detailed edging on a piece, and it works with the pattern. I’d’ve liked to see more of the bells that are on her wrists? I guess she had a racist accent originally though which yikes.
Genopsyko Yumenoshima- A great sentai outfit, love the helmet ears and the tail. Not good as a magical girl outfit unless we fully dissolve the mg/sentai line. But the suit is great, slightly oversized gloves, and retro lasergun that doesn’t even work? Yesssss.
Detec Bell- Fwuffy. Great hat, love the dress, a good use of a cape, simple but very good. I feel a feel some of the ribbons could be changed up but a solid if simple design.
Lapis Lazuline (2)- Cute starry tiger princess? I guess I’m a fan of navy and brown because i’m into it here too. Good use of the silvery details on the sleeves and dress bottom, and the links both at the cape clasp and on the boots. Really nice.
Melville- Bootleg Cranberry in every way. I like her over-pants and sleeve-cape, but the weird bib-top under the bikini top is a bad shape? Hair roses good and leg thorns do get a thumbs up.
Cherna Mouse- If the turtle gets it’s own distinct look, why is Cherna just baby+ hamster? The hood is cute, and I dig the boots which work with the shoulder things, but said things don’t go with the toddler one piece+cape. She reminds me of Moetan and that is a bad thing.
Pfle- Ohhh this bitch. I may have been reading these books but I have no damn idea what she is up to and I hate it. Love her eyepatch tho. Super cute throne-wheelchair and it continues the bird motif. Her dress is nice but not that interesting? Seems more generic old timey fancy lady dress than Magical. Honestly I could go for some mixing up of the colors here? The dress and hair and throne all are a bit too similar. Maybe make the dress wine?
Shadow Gale- I like her look but I don’t feel it says nurse as much as it’s supposed to? Her aces profile honestly gives Rue vibes. It’s very monochromatic but I guess that works for her. Big fan of her skirt, kindof with it went all the way around. Solid design
Masked Wonder- Who? I refuse to play person5 because it’s been overhyped but isn’t this one of them? Not awful as a phantom thief outfit, but doesn’t say magical girl phantom thief at all. I do like the roses on the belt and. garters? Kindof wish we’d loose the color on the cape because it clashes more than anything with the rest of the look
Akane- I like her long hair flower. But her samurai-kimono look doesn’t feel blended well enough imo and the colors are too over the place while still being bland.
Lake of Fire Flame Flamey- Hell if I know how she looks I just love typing that name
Limited:
Weddin- Good colors, a bit too busy? The chains+roses+lace doesn’t feel well balanced. But the flame and ankle chain are balanced because Maruino is good at asymmetrical details
Captain Grace- A pirate magical girl? Is she legit the only one from any main stream series? Well she set the bar high. The captain coat is great, multiple small anchors, the hat, and her skirt(?) is very cute. I guess the sole of the boots stands out a bit? But very solid (wait is that a tail? or a butt hook? :/)
Funny Trick- If Las vegas was a magical girl. Colors and silhouette are good, I’m just not vibing with this. sorry girl
Kuru-kuru Hime- Yiss more ballet themed outfits. Good colors, love the shape of the giant back bow. I could go without the big ribbon coming off the headpiece? It’s nice
Postarie- Buttwings! I love her hair shape, just. Not a fan of the orange and green colors? She’s a delivery girl but feels more marching band. It’s a good design, just doesn’t feel fitting? Great just not for her
Rain Pow- Now this is a sci-fiy look while still saying magical girl. The tail is yet another weird thing, and I could go without the permeant ring behind her, but the shape of her outfit is very good, and love the silly heart hair. Wish the gloves were a different color? But this is up there
Tepsekemei- Genie outfits being problematic isn’t something I can speak to, but this is a solid genie look with additions to feel different, specifically the lotuses. It’s good, and I haven’t seen flying turtles since love hina so. Good for her.
Mana- You’re not a magical girl. Maybe I just hate bibs? The hat is great and snake leg is fun, I wish her collar was actually smaller to stand out more? It’s a fine mage look i guess
Hana Gekokujou- Great use of hair color as contrast to a committed color scheme. A cute traditional bunny look. Not personally my favorite but it is Good.
7753- Big Coat! Giant heart braids! Consistent heart theme! It’s bland compared to a lot of the other outfits, and I don’t think her flat heart uhh hair? pieces? like rain pow? work as well with her. But I think she works well for a member of the resources department. Wait is her hat backwards? Amazing
Archfiend Pam- I’m mostly a fan of this. The top is great, it’s carried through at one hip, she has the weird arm guy to keep her asymmetry going on. I just wish she’d commit to either fur Or pleats as trim? Both is a weird texture choice
Pythie Frederica- This bitch took a while for her proper appearance. I love the horns on the hood, and the stars throughout work well. I really don’t care for her skirtdress though? It’s too long and in ribbons and feels almost jellyfish-y? I feel it’s supposed to feel like she’s standing in fire but that doesn’t work pass a glance for me
Tot Pop- Love hot topic. Her spiky ribbon is my favorite bit, and I’m a fan of oversized sleeves. A great mall goth look, not amazing as a magical girl look tho. The head decor feels most on brand for the genre.
Punkin- What if the three musketeers were murderous and royalty. I love the hair feather and dig the ruff, the cape honestly feels like overkill? The boots are great and I dig the pants. Once again, why tails. I know mahou-furbies has reviewed a lot of these girls with the same comment and she’s right. Pick red or blue for this look though.
Sonia Bean- Kindof busy, in a garbage way. Like her outfit is made of fancy garbage to make an old timey doll. Which is fitting. Love the dress shape. Less into the weird dangly poofs.
Jokers:
Princess Inferno- The whole princess line works well together. Quake has the least Team outfit but I feel all four work well together? Inferno’s bikini is a smidge above other tops with the fire shapes, and I like her hair, but I think she’s my least favorite princess.
Princess Deluge- Swirls and scales throughout? Armor? Gold jewelry? My biggest issue is the chain to the weapon because this is a really nice outfit.
Princess Quake- Why does your tail start in the middle of the back? I like her leotard and eye theme, and her head piece adds nice shape. Good asymmetry. shame she’s into children The hair gem is a fun touch
Princess Tempest- The apples are a weird touch? Good for color but weird as a theme? I love the leaves- honestly I’m a huge fan of the vaguely toga-y look. Are the apples supposed to be an atlanta thing? Her skirt could be a bit better but Nice
Prism Cherry- Princess of our hearts. What a color scheme. Her oversized dangly accents work well here I feel, and I love the skirt and the leaf looking ribbon behind the neck. I could do without the arm fluff, but the top garter for the skirt is a nice touch
Marika Fukuroi- My wife is a bitch and I like her so much. A much more vibrant outfit than most of the mgrp girls, the black is edgy but in a fun loud way. I love her skirt and every damn crazy flower. Her top is my least favorite with the smaller flowers connecting her top to her bottom and the frills that honestly are out of place. Great eyes
Styler Mimi- A fancy outfit that fits her theme, with a nice silhouette and simple color scheme. Ruined by the giant back powder puffs. Yes she would be fairly simple without those but they’re so garish and awkward. Good hair
Stanczyka- I thought her middrif was another hunk of plaster like the mask and now that I see it’s just skin with some stars :/ The whole head thing is good, and the fur is consistent throughout even if I’m not a fan of it. The giant sleeves are. weird. I want to like them but. Her swirly tiddys are a nice touch. The brown hair on the tail doesn’t fit
Lady Proud- For someone who lived for a lot of pages I do not remember her. Her leotard works with the sleeves to feel like an old timey dress and the way the cape is being held up to look like bat wings is nice. The green layer in her hair is an odd choice. I do dig the hair clips with the horns
Umbrain- Froggy slicker. ...Sakura did it better, the yellow and purple&red is a meh color combo sorry. I do love the candy additions for the ame(rain) ame(candy) play, and her umbrella is great. But once again I am confronted by a bib. Also her slicker is actually two pieces? Bad colors, bad body, good theme
Filru- I like the colors and the corset, and in theory the chunky knitting is very cute but I feel it’s at odds with the boots and corset. Make the whole thing chunky knitting- it’d be cute. The head doily also could be more on theme imo
Uttakatta- again, what did you do? giant overalls are good in theory, but the slits and the. bubbles? clear donuts. are just ugly. Honestly her whole look is not good, and a bubble theme has so much potential for cool shit :(
Kafuria- good use of colors, I’m not personally into the shape of her kimono as a mg dress, but the wings and the veil+such are nice
Grim Heart- this bitch. God her dress is a great shape. I think i’m not fully into her spade tail ribbons, but otherwise love? The flamingo is Silly but again as an alice fan, i do not care (ask me about kagihime for 10000 words of rage!)
Shufflin- the tiny bib haunts me but the big double sides apron card piece is a nice way to do the simple and versatile Card look. The hair is cute and i like the suit as a big piece behind the head
Aces:
Armor Arlie- chunky suit of armor. but Cute. as an armor fan in MG designs, even I think this is A Bit Much, but it has enough going for it that i think it’s a fun look
Bluebell Candy- once again Maruino kills it with using navy very nicely. A military vibe with the epilates and double breasted uhh skirt decor. honestly shocked the hat is center, and mm good hair happenings. A very nice design. still not into the weird fluff tail stuff
Dark Cutie- Great hair decorations, love the lunar details, seems to be a leotard over leggings? It’s nice. It’s not crazy grabbing or stands out that much in silhouette, but i do like it
Micchan the Dictionary- tying your coat around your neck is not valid, motarboards are not good magical girl accessesories, i personally have an owl vendetta, the red in her shoes appears no where else, and the shape of her dress is just weird. plus that hair is. not good. Oh wow. I might rank her lower than keek. oh Wow
Glassianne- this is just that alcreamie pokemon. i wish the exposed strawberry went all the way down instead of there being more icing along the bottom. she has a consistent theme and nice colors, i’m not not digging it
Uluru- said dog. 7753 and tama’s child. she looks warm but not super magical. why is she dog themed?
Sorami Nakano- gamer aesth. I could do without the hair paws, but the jumper is super cute, love the eyes and the hair tones, general color scheme, bandaid is a cute touch. A solid look.
Premium Sachiko- good colors, i like the cut of the sleeves/boots/dress, but her art has her legs blend together and that’d just the art but weird. nice use of four leaf clovers and horseshoes throughout for her luck theme.
CG Angel Hammer- I like the flowers and the bones tail/wings. The halo thing is. odd, and it’s hard to get a great idea of her actual outfit. weird hair choice, tiny bottom but at least it has some frills. Needs more art
Patricia- acab. great colors tho and I like the shapes for the shoulders and wrist, and the light theme. The bright blue ribbons and earrings stand out well. This is actually a really solid design.
Puk Puck- i hate this baby angel there’s too much to look at. Your bondage leg is weird! cute chest piece. you can’t have cloud swirls and drills for hair damn it. your halo also has a veil? fuck you. 6/10.
Best Outfits: Princess Tempest and Grim Heart
Worst Outfits: Keek and Micchan the Dictionary and Uttakatta
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of freedom ~ act i, “if we ruled the world”
summary: a sort-of non-avengers au where everyone has their powers and absolutely no one is in a highly powerful mob (or, at least, that’s what the feds think).
or, a commission in three parts for anonymous, who asked for a series about wanda x natasha x reader.
pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader (focusing on wanda maximoff x reader)
words: 3,521
trigger warnings: wanda using her powers during sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, paranoia mention,
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“Baby,” you sigh. Your voice is slow, desperate not to scare her away – desperate to make sure she feels safe. If you spoke too loudly you’re worried she’d jump, skitter away like a feral cat in an alleyway – and just like when you’d try and trap one of the animals who roamed the streets of New York without a home, you have to coax her into her refuge under the thick, heavy blankets. Come stay with me, you want to whisper. I can keep you safe, protect you. Some days you’d try and be a little more aggressive in your efforts, maybe any other time you’d make kisses at her and try to entrap Wanda in your arms.
Today, though, you lower your voice and expose your tummy and pat the covers. Today, you lure her into the safety of your arms without becoming frustrated and giving up. Today, you don’t try to trick her. “Come back to bed.”
Wanda inhales deeply, still not meeting your gaze. She did wake up earlier than necessary, she’s got a good few hours before she has to leave. You know that, know her schedule better than she does. But, she’s also nervous for her meeting – and you know that, too. “I don’t know if I have the time,” she mumbles.
“Wanda,” you can see the muscles in her back tense with every inhale. It pains you to watch such a feeling course through her like that. “Come back to bed.”
There’s a beat of silence, but then she gives in - sighs and slips back under the warmed covers with you. She’s only in panties – a soft grey pair from some designer you’d probably mispronounce if you tried to say it aloud. They’re high, framing her narrow hips and flat stomach. Bruises from the night before are becoming more prominent by the minute, the V you formed with your teeth and tongue nearly purple as night. Without a top, you can see where they trail between her breasts then up and long each collarbone but where, carefully, you stopped wherever her sweater can’t cover.
Memories from then flash in front of you as she curls her legs around yours.
Her pussy in your mouth with both her hands tangled in your messy hair. Her fingers deep in your cunt as you moan into her mouth. Her legs, shaking, as you came together for the fourth time that night. Deep pleasure you can feel in your muscles each time you move – moans that come from somewhere even deeper.
“You’re like a koala,” you whisper into her skin, smiling deep and wide. You kiss at where her hand intertwines with yours. It almost hurts – your heart and your lips and your cheeks. It almost hurts to be this happy and tender in a bed you share in an apartment you share with the woman you love. If the world outside was crashing, you doubt you’d make any move to safe yourself.
Wanda peppers tiny, featherlight kisses across your shoulders – you can feel her smiling, too. “And you’re like a stuffed animal.”
Silence settles over you both like the dust in the room settles on your windowsill – the one that has been superglued shut since you moved in (Wanda originally claimed it was because the burglary rate in the neighborhood was unnaturally high. Now, though, you know better).
Your lover can’t stay still, though, and soon she’s swirling a sunset of colors between her nimble fingers. It’s beautiful, the hues of pink and orange and hints of red and the yellow of the sun from the curtains making it even more so. It’s distracting, so much so don’t notice when you can’t move your hands.
You furrow your brow, thinking your arms had fallen asleep. It isn’t until Wanda flipped you on your back and was pulling a clean strap and dildo from your velour-lined sex toy drawer that you understand/
“Lay back, baby,” Wanda coos. You abide, even when she lets you go to pull the strap on over her hips and adjust it.
You’re still wet from the night before – how could you not be? – so while one hand keeps you still Wanda slips two fingers from the other into your dripping heat. All you can do is whimper, your throat sore for the same reason.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Wanda moans, grinning when she finds that spot inside of you that makes you cry out. “You’re gonna soak my sheets, baby girl.”
“Our sheets,” you correct. A captain goes down with their ship; you will go down with a half-smile and a glint in your eye that shines brighter than a mid-day sun.
“Mm,” is all Wanda says back, smiling as she crooks her fingers in just the right way. “My apologies, darling. How will I ever make it up to you?”
You want to bite back with an equally sarcastic response, want to push her down and make her come until she’s begging for you to let up. You can’t, though, because even if you’re not leather- or rope- bound Wanda’s got you pinned to the bed. Stupid powers. You try and break out of invisible binds, do your best to squirm and fight and reach for the woman just above you.
It doesn’t work though, nothing works. A part of you you’ll never admit exists, a part of you that Wanda knows lives and thrives deep in a secluded corner of your brain, is glad you can’t break from your hold. What would the fun be if you didn’t try, though? What would this game be if Wanda couldn’t bite her bottom lip as she watched you struggle in her hold?
“Gonna ride you face, baby,” Wanda coos. “You want that? You wanna be a good little girl for me and make me come all over that pretty little face of yours?”
You mmm and nod, biting your bottom lip and beaming up at her. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Wanda smiles back as she crawls her way up your body. She stops next to your head, kissing your temple, your cheek, your lips. “Good girl.”
She swings her leg over your body and moves to straddle your face. Her pussy, likes yours, is absolutely dripping with her, with her thick, heady scent that makes you moan the second your tongue meets her center. You take long, deep drunk from her nectar as you trace over her folds.
“Fuck,” she gasps out, struggling to speak. “How are you so good at this? Fuckin’ love your mouth.”
Her deep accent, one that had eroded to a slight tinge overtime, coats her words like caramel over a crisp Granny Smith apple. It’s one of the best parts of having sex with Wanda: you love seeing the parts of her she’s hidden from the rest of the world. She has to be serious at her job, stoic and cold and controlling and conniving. Her literal job is to manipulate whoever her boss wishes, and (even though Wanda is very adamant about being very good at what she does) it can be quite draining. You can see it when she comes back after a long day, or even sometimes after a short one.
All of that seems to melt away when you’re with Wanda, as if within the four walls of your bedroom (or kitchen, or shower, or living room floor, or…) she can molt the snakeskin she has to rebuild every time she gets called in. Her accent – one she locked inside her long ago – is only revealed when the exoskeleton is left at the door.
You moan again, deep in your chest, when you feel your pussy being stretched and filled. You can see one of Wanda’s hands and the red-purple electricity swirling around her fingers, the other hand’s tangled in your hair.
Somehow, knowing it’s her powers that are fucking you makes it that much better, makes your pussy that much wetter as some phantom force rails you within an inch of your life. Each thrust into you makes you groan into Wanda’s pussy, which makes her hands tighten into fists and strangled moans leave her plush lips.
You’re close, and so is she, when Wanda pulls off of you and leaves you panting and empty. You’re about to whine and cry and beg for something, but then Wanda’s back on your face – this time, facing away from you. Before you can understand what’s happening you feel Wanda’s mouth on your own pussy, her own fingers (her real fingers and mouth) stretching you open. Your own hands, now free, grab at Wanda’s hips to hold her to you.
One of her arms wraps around one of your legs, letting her pin you down as she sinks two fingers into you.
You can practically hear her smiling, her fingers leaving you for a moment as she sits back up. You whine into Wanda’s pussy at the emptiness and she giggles, circling your clit absent-mindedly as she mocks you.
“Aw, don’t worry about it, slut, I’ll have you filled up soon, alright?”
You mmhmm into her sweet cunt, the noises quickly turning into deep moans when her fingers enter you once more.
It’s good, so good and you’re nearly bursting from the pleasure. Your heels kick, trying to find purchase so you can buck you hips. It’s impossible, though, Wanda sees all from her vantage point and makes it so your feet always just miss the sheets.
“Just give up, baby,” she coos. “You know how well I have control, how easy it is for me just,” she flicks her hand and whatever’s inside of you grows and pumps inside of you. She laughs as you cry out. “exercise how much dominance I have over you.”
You into her pussy once more before she starts to grind down on you. She nearly growls when she speaks next. “Now make me come.”
You take your order with valiance, tongue making broad, sloppy strokes against her pussy when you’re not panting and moaning desperately. Wanda takes pity on you, releasing one of your hands from her hold so you can reach up and sink two, three fingers in to her and curl them until she’s crying out, too, grinding against your face once more until your face is covered in her juices.
She continues to ride your face as the aftershocks of the orgasm flow through her body like waves, her hips moving in a similar fluid motion.
Wanda takes a moment to catch her breath, and to let you catch yours; when she moves to sit next to you – for a moment you think it’s over, you’re done, you’ve satisfied her.
But no, of course not. Wanda Maximoff, the woman you love, is never satisfied – especially not when it comes to sex with you.
Within the blink of an eye she’s staring down at you, wicked smile plastered on her face as she sits above you, hands at resting on her thighs while her powers pin you down and fuck into you.
“You like that, baby,” she asks, voice dripping with sadistic delight. “You like how I fuck you so well without even having to lift a finger? Do you like how good I can make you feel without touching you?”
You nod furiously, unable to form any intelligible words but still desperate to please her.
Wanda leans down to whisper in your ear, the feeling in your pussy never letting up. “Do you like how much power I hold? Do you like how easy it is to make you submit?”
You bite your bottom lip before giving a small nod.
Wanda grabs at your chin, making your eyes meet hers as she hisses through grit teeth. “Say it.”
“I love how power you have,” you nearly scream – a stark contrast from your previous silence. Wanda loves when you’re vocal – adores how loud you can get. She’s lucky the walls are thick, or else she’d be getting complaints from her neighbors at least every other day. Part of her, though, wonders if that’d be so bad…a wave of arousal hits her as she imagines claiming you knowing everyone could hear how good she fucks you, how loud you are. “I love how easy it is for you to get me under you!”
Wanda smiles wide as she stares down at you – skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as you moan and writhe on the bed. It’s the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen. Fuck all that high-scale art mob bosses love so much, those expensive paintings that are perfect for hiding bugs in, for covering up secret safes and whatnot.
Wanda could watch you groan and cry out around nothing for the rest of her natural life (and whatever comes after that). She has the urge to film it so she can watch it every day forever – but that would require tearing her eyes away for the few seconds it would take for her to find her phone. How could she waste these precious moments staring at you, admiring you, loving you? You come again, and again, and again just like that – under her spell or whatever it is she does with whatever it is she has.
Wanda lets up, eventually, gives you a moment – allows everything to recede. You whimper at the empty feeling in and around you and you don’t know why you craved being released from her grip for so long. Why did you ever wish to be free of her – even if it meant feeling like your body was a live wire? How could you have ever wished such a thing?
You’re still recovering, still waiting for your vision to clear up, when Wanda produces a Hitachi out of thin air and positions her hips just above yours. You moan when you understand what’s happening, the deep noise quickly becoming high-pitched and desperate at Wanda turns the vibe on. You’re already sensitive, like Wanda, and it only intensifies as you both begin to grind into the soft silicon. As such, it doesn’t take long for you both to come for a final time – room quiet except for your breathy moans and the vibrations.
Wanda collapses next to you, each of you panting heavily. She curls around you, pulling you to her so your back presses into her bare chest.
She leaves light kisses along your shoulder, the crest of your ear.
“You good,” she whispers. It’s not accusatory, not worried. Like many times before, she’s just checking in.
“Of course,” you say back – voice equally low. “You don’t have to worry, all the time, you know.”
Wanda huffs out a loud laugh. “Oh baby, of course I do.”
She eventually detangles her limbs from yours, the sun becoming too hot on her skin and the patience of her boss wearing thinner by the minute.
You don’t whine when she leaves you like you did before, understanding she really needs to go this time (like, for real), but you still sigh and roll over to her side of the worn mattress. When you inhale you can smell her – her deodorant, her body wash, her cunt. It’s heaven.
“Miss you already,” you say into the sheets, ready to return to sweet slumber once again – even if you have to do it alone.
Wanda laughs lightly, pulling on your least-dirty shirts, a dark pair of jeans, and a deep-maroon sweater. As she puts her hair up into a loose ponytail with one of the many hair ties littering the floor, you can see her looking for her shoes. You sigh and roll your eyes.
“Under the dining room table, babe,” you call from your incredibly comfortable position.
She scoffs, looking under the bed again with increased fervor. “Why would my shoes be under the dining room table? Who puts their shoes under the dining room table? Who am I? Not a person who puts their shoes on the dining room table, that’s for damn sure.”
“Babe, you didn’t ask me why your shoes are where they are-“
“I didn’t ask you where they are, either!”
You can hear her footsteps becoming quieter as she pads into the kitchen. Judging by her huffing and not saying goodbye before the door slams, her shoes were – in fact – under the dining room table, just as you knew they were.
You’re in love with an idiot. An absolute idiot. And, God, this is the happiest you’ve ever been.
Wanda’s present at the meeting…mostly. She checks the clock on the wall behind her boss’ desk once every, ten? Fifteen seconds?
The P.I. Natasha hired to track a possible mole doesn’t notice – something Natasha picks up on the fourth time she sees Wanda’s eyes flick three feet above Natasha’s eyeline. The woman makes a note on her desk calendar to fire the guy ASAP, and to more strictly enforce Natasha’s policy on hiring only women freelancers.
(This dude is supposed to be the best in the business and can’t notice that a woman literally two feet from him isn’t paying attention to whatever he’s saying. Jesus Christ, they’re giving licenses to fuckin’ anybody these days.)
The man leaves, eventually (though, much, much past when social convention would dictate). Once the door has closed and Natasha is sure no one can hear them, she questions the woman in front of her.
“Why in God’s name are you checking the time so often?” she inquires, eyebrows furrowed. “Is something wrong? Oh God, are you supposed to do a drop off? Is someone threatening you?”
Wanda’s wide eyes get even bigger, her hands flat out in front of her. “Oh no! Nat, what the fuck? Chill out. No, it’s just…”
Natasha relaxes a little (just a little), but still watches her friend like a hawk.
“Sorry, it’s just. It’s just my g-,” Wanda coughs and corrects herself, trying to pass off her actions as clearing her throat. Natasha sees this obvious remediation but does not comment. “I just promised a friend I’d see them today. At a coffee shop. Today. This afternoon. At a coffee shop. After the lunch rush.”
Natasha narrows her eyes and slams both her hands down on the dark-oak desk in front of her. “Wanda whatever-the-fuck-you-middle-name-is Maximoff, I swear to God if you have a girlfriend and did not tell me I am going to behead you.”
Wanda looks fearful for a moment, but then the widest smile breaks out on her face. “I am! She’s amazing! The best! We’ve been dating officially about six months but- “
“Six MONTHS!?” Natasha nearly yells, slamming her hands onto the desk once more.
“But we’re taking it very slow because she says she just got out of a relationship and stuff. Like, last night was one of the few nights she’s stayed over and didn’t run off before the sun rose.”
Natasha mms, nodding her head in understanding. “Is she cautious, or are you?”
Wanda glares at her boss-slash-friend, but doesn’t disagree with the thinly veiled criticism. “She’s great, though. Do you wanna see a picture?”
Natasha rolls her eyes and snorts. “Of fucking course I want to see a picture!”
They both giggle as Wanda pulls out her phone and scrolls through the less-than appropriate photos of you to find your date from yesterday afternoon – the one where you two got flatbread pizza and cheap beer and laughed so hard Wanda was sure she gained a six-pack by the time you returned. You’re smiling big, hair pulled back; dressed in a soft grey shirt Natasha recognizes as Wanda’s and black leggings and worn sneakers. That’s not all Natasha recognizes.
“You okay?” Wanda asks. Her concern is genuine, but so is Natasha’s fear.
Natasha nods. “Yeah, tell me more about her. What’s she like?”
Wanda’s eyebrows relax and she smiles again, flipping through photos and telling stories. The first photo is of Wanda and someone…someone Natasha recognizes? Somehow? She’s can’t place it, but – she swears she’s seen that face before, that smile, those teeth.
The next photo is Wanda and the same someone sharing a meal. The way the someone’s smile crooks, the way their teeth shine in the light and how their hair looks in a sleek bun…
The third photo is when it clicks for Natasha, seeing the someone and Wanda in coordinating outfits for a date to an art museum. It’s…shocking, to Natasha. This is the first time in a while, since the last time she saw that someone, that she’s felt like her world is crashing down around her. And that feeling – one of doom and disaster – is one she does not like.
It’s not too long after that Natasha finds a reason to cut the conversation short, showing Wanda out.
“I’ll see you later!” Wanda calls. “Oh, maybe I can introduce you!”
Natasha nods and smiles, saying something about “how that would be nice” and “I’ll see you later.”
There’s only so much she can do to avoid the judging eyes of her bodyguards, but she ignores them nonetheless. This is something she needs to think over alone.
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READ ACT II HERE
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GoMs + Kagami as Persona Users
Headcanons on the Generation of Miracles (and Kagami) if they were to become a persona user in the world of the Persona series (Kuroko and Momoi included)
@akichan-th THIS IS FOR YOU
Warning: KNB series spoilers !!
Kuroko Tetsuya
since his presence is nonexistent in the real world, as a phantom thief, he’d probably desire to be a noticeable hero, you know? even in the 22.5 OVA, he told Kise that passing around wasn’t fun but he was going to do it for the sake of the team
his phantom thief outfit would be flashy in a sense of maybe eye-catching color schemes, or bold patterns
his attire could be baggy/oversized navy blue/black street clothing with TASTEFUL neon-colored accents and his mask would be a neon-colored huge sports shades/goggles situation (i was about to say some trendy sunglasses but sunglasses don’t stay on at all); he’s a skater boy ???? basically??
like, his PT attire could very well be a Persona 5 Dancing in Starlight DLC outfit 👀 it has those vibes
persona element is curse and let me explain why: he doesn’t have the gifted physique like the other GoMs and he’s cursed to rely on others for him to make a difference, and his motif has always been “shadow” ALSO he’s the PHANTOM sixth player YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
he’s a front-line battler, but his skills are very support heavy: support skills that increase attack and defense for his teammates; i also wanna say he has spells that inflict dizziness ailments because in the anime, players are always losing their shit and whipping their heads around to find this tiny boy LMAO
he would definitely have a signature move that would direct all enemy attacks and status moves to himself for a set amount of turns to aid his teammates
his persona would have an extremely high Endurance and higher than average Luck stat but everything else is an all-time low
i’m going to say it, his shooting weapon is gonna be a paintball gun filled with neon paint just to fuck with the shadows and still make it HURT
code name would be “Umbra” (which means innermost part of a shadow) or “Ghost;” imagine some PT member shouting, “Oh no! Umbra’s knocked down!” and all the shadow sees is this brightass, neon kid on the floor
i would love his codename to be “Shadow” but there’s already the term shadow to describe the monsters in the metaverse
Kise Ryota
he views a “rebel” as your basic punk
since he’s a model, he knows japanese punk fashion very well
guess who’s gonna come into the metaverse being this hot ass punk boy? Kise motherfucking Ryota
black spike collar
lots of those tiny chains and harness/buckle action somewhere
ripped black leather pants that give Joker’s own leather pants a run for its money PLUS WITH SHINY BLACK BELT
lots of patchwork and stuff
THIS IS WHAT MORE OR LESS I’M TALKING ABOUT IF YOU WANT VISUAL REFERENCES
his mask would totally be a visor goggle to add further to the punk theme
part of me is biased that Kise is a blondie and “kise” is based off of “yellow” and Ryuji is blonde and so now i headcanon him as the electric element
okay, but since he’s an “all-rounder” he’ll probably be able to access mid-tier level attacks of all elements, including almighty to an extent
but if i was basing his element off of personality, he’d be ice for sure; he’s actually cold-hearted to people whom he doesn’t consider “worthy” and the anime only showed his friendly side because most of the time, he’s shown talking to his friends and people he respects
speaking of all-rounder, his stats would be all high all around, with his Magic stat peaking the highest
Midorima Shintarou
this boy is a bit tricky to figure out what his PT attire would be
he doesn’t have any time to think about “what he would be as a rebel” type of thing
however, if he were to desire to become something, i���d say he would want to be a supernatural being who can distribute good luck for himself every day
think of those JRPG wizard/mage/warlock outfit motifs (and they match up nicely with the idea of astrology and horoscopes); probably lots of brown/beige/hues of green scheme? or a black/various colors of purple for a FULL on witch vibe
it makes sense too because as someone who always shoots from afar and never dunks, mage classes always cast from afar and never attack up close to their opponent
and his frog puppets remind me of a witch’s animal familiars LMAO
there you have it
his mask would be a dark dark purple or a pure black domino mask that has little stars littered sparingly everywhere on said mask
his shooting weapon? my guy is stacked on staves ready to cast long-range spells
wind element for sure (because his basketball shots all catch air with lots of hang time | (• ◡•)|) with tons of gun skills
signature move would be a magic skill that never misses no matter what (his range is the entire metaverse)
his persona stats are also pretty well rounded but his highest stats would be Magic and Luck, with Endurance being a close runner up
Aomine Daiki
also hard to figure out a PT attire for this guy
according to KUROFES, his alternative career would be a police officer so i would think he despises criminals and the Phantom Thieves altogether ?
if anything, he’s more suited for the S.E.E.S. investigation team in Persona 3
Aomine doesn’t give a fuck, but he has a soft spot to protect others so like having a gun evoker definitely suits him more than a mask summon BRJWBDJW
i see him as a fire element, but his persona would have a lot more physical skills than anything else
bonus: since he used to be Kuroko’s “light,” he can have some mid-tier level bless skills
to make a reference his “formless” shots and forms, as well as his rapid changes of pace, his signature move would be a 5-hit physical skill that changes targets with every hit
statwise, his Agility stat is the highest out of everyone in the GoM, and his Strength and Endurance would be runner up stats; his Magic stat would be extremely dismal
Murasakibara Atsushi
this guy thinks about nothing but food and how he hates Teppei-species people basketball, so honestly he’s not interested in the Phantom Thieves business
like what? Murasakibara dressed in a getup? it’s a big “press X to doubt”
so i envision him to be more suitable for Persona 4, where he has to confront the other self that loves basketball and truly does care about people, and he had to be honest and accept that side for him to attain a persona
would he ever go back to the said “persona world” to go fight some shadows? unless there’s a good reason why he should or you bribed him with snacks, he won’t budge an inch
just give this man a Persona 4 school uniform and he’s ready to fight
his persona would primarily have physical skills, with lots of “wall” support skills, element “break” skills, and lots of passive skills (lots of nulls/resists) available for it to learn
highest stat for him would be Strength, then Endurance, and surprisingly have Agility as the runner up
he’s a huge tank of a persona user
Akashi Seijuro
i’ve talked about his PT outfit in this headcanon here, including his mask and why
hear me out, since this man is good at everything in school, and since there are archery clubs in Japanese schools, i wouldn’t be surprised if he was a Robin Hood with the scopes; what am i tryna say? his shooting weapon would be bow & arrows
i feel like people would automatically think he’s a bless/curse element like Akechi since “he has two sides,” but i feel like it’s not exactly right? if anything, i headcanon him to be more of a psychokinesis element
why? i want to attribute that to his emperor’s eye and his perfect passings, both each specialties from their respective “sides” of Akashi, and that requires extreme precision, almost to the level of “telepathy”
there’s also everyone thinking he can see the future too i mean
in the end, Akashi’s dual sides merged into one again, so having a whole bless/curse element wouldn’t even make sense anymore
but i will say, this man deserves to have a persona with almighty skills back to back
this guy isn’t the captain for no reason
so his persona would utilize psychokinesis and almighty skills, with special buff skills that increase critical rates for his allies (to refer to the fact that his passings enhance other players); his persona would also enjoy a large selection of passive skills to choose from to either be ultimate support or ultimate offensive sweeper
to also reiterate from the mentioned headcanon i linked, his code name would either be “Crimson” or “Scarlet”
his persona is a literal glass cannon, referring to the fact that Akashi is actually a mentally fragile basketball player; extremely high Strength, Magic, and Agility (but not as high as Aomine though) stats, average Luck stat, but extremely low Endurance stat
Momoi Satsuki
Momoi, i think, would envision herself in the metaverse as someone who’s never underestimated because of her usual demeanor or physical looks
even me, i got fooled thinking she was just only a fanservice girl and not this incredibly intelligent girl who was critical to her teams’ successes
so i would think she would imagine herself to be in a huge respectable position of power, like a lieutenant or general, who can command others and strategize to victory
her outfit would be similar to the attire from the Assassin’s Faith set from Love Nikki with the black Army Floppy Hat from the Army Major set on top (also from Love Nikki)
color scheming i can imagine a lot of black/white with gold trimmings/accents here and there
her mask is a Venetian eye mask i can literally see it; it’s so pretty with the gold plating !!
her role would definitely be a navigator + analyzer/tactician from the backlines, so while she isn’t in the battle most of the times, if worse comes to shove, she’ll be in the frontlines as a last resort
in other words, she’s a Futaba, but she isn’t a sitting duck and can fight if needed
she has an incredible Luck stat, higher than average Agility stat, but average stats for the rest (Magic, Strength, and Endurance)
ailment, healing, support, and buff skills are all at her disposal, along with some gun skills (which can definitely be broken when paired with her high Luck stat)
“Duchess” (a woman having a noble rank) would be a really cute codename for her
Kagami Taiga
why do i literally see him as a shinobi (ninja)
i have no idea why i do, but i think it’s just his name:
“While Kagami's name is associated with the ‘tiger’, Himuro's name means ‘dragon’. In Chinese mythology, the Azure Dragon of the East and the White Tiger of the West are eternal rivals. This rivalry is further expressed in their surnames: ‘Hi (氷)’ means ‘ice’ while ‘Ka (火)’ translates as ‘fire’.” - KNB wiki
so i literally see both Himuro and Kagami as rival clans duking it out
jokes aside, Kagami is a very honorable player, but he did at one point exhibited a “darker side” to himself, playing selfishly and being arrogant in the beginning
shinobis were considered to be “dishonorable” and “beneath the honor” of the samurai in their eras, so i feel that this could be a great image for what Kagami thinks is a “rebel”
being a ninja would make use of his jumping skills too
i imagine him in a fitted black halter neck top (so his abs are for us to see), with an iconic long red scarf wrapping his neck and hanging down to his waist at the back side
black forearm guards/wraps?
and then he has mahogany/dark red??/black???? loose cloth wrapped around his waist, like how you would tie a jacket over your waist ?? and then black nu-bakama pants and finally some dark boots for those pants to be tucked in
no one can convince me otherwise, but he’s gotta have a red full-face oni mask with black horns and some golden tiger stripes on the sides of the mask and around the eyes
HIS PERSONA ELEMENT IS BLESS BECAUSE HE IS KUROKO’S “LIGHT”
he would totally have some almighty skills and “Heat Riser,” a move that raises all of the user’s attack, defense, and accuracy/evasiveness (because the colors of the move’s animation remind me of Direct Drive Zone, something that was pretty much unlocked by Kagami for the team)
his persona is one of the OP/late game personas where all their stats are amazing across the board; even if his stats were high all around, his “lowest” would be his Luck stat
codename for him is “Tiger” no one cannot argue with me for this one NRNEIJFEO
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living with feelings
Paring: Caleb Widogast/Reader
Tags: gender-neutral reader, gender-neutral pronouns, alternate universe - canon divergence, canon-typical violence, Caleb Widogast needs a hug, Caleb Widogast deserves nice things, canon-compliant, spoilers for Critical Role s2 ep1-20, light angst, ambiguous/open ending.
Summary: the reader moves alongside the nein as they journey from Zadash.
Word Count: 2,599
Current Date: 2019-11-01
You knew you didn’t have to stick around, but there was nothing left for you in Zadash, ever since Beau and Fjord walked in on - saved you from your stepfather’s cruel intentions in the back of his store in the Pentamarket. Especially now since the Crowns’ Guards were moving to the border, and the motley crew of The Mighty Nein were making headway to Berleben on business for The Gentleman.
The first day of travel was the hardest; you’d never ridden a horse before, and by the end of the day, you were saddle-sore and sad, aching and somewhat regretful and afraid. What if you’d made the wrong choice, abandoning the city life? It had been horrible, so horrible before, but out here on the road, there was so much that could go wrong.
Before the next uneventful day of travel, you approached Jester for a poultice for your aching thighs. But instead of the remedies of herbs and medicine, you were raised upon, the adorable blue tiefling touched your nose and cast cure wounds. It felt like taking a bath in a once-warm tub of water, except…not.
“Thank you,” your words came out nervously.
You instinctively go to touch where it doesn’t hurt anymore, but there isn’t any pain. You’re not used to your new clothes, and where you had been hurting is now well-hidden underneath the layers of your pants and pantaloons.
She glowed, poking her tongue playfully your way. “You’re very welcome, ________!” she replied, her thick accent mincing her pronunciation in a lovable way. “If you hurt more tonight, I can fix it again!”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.” You thank her once more and mount Mollymauk’s horse for the second day in a row.
They were peculiar names, but Nott told you that they had lovely meanings that her people valued. While Mollymauk hitched Loo and took the cart, Jester on watch, the rest took to horseback. Fjord took time between walking beside and riding his stead, and Beau scouted ahead. Nott sat at the back of the cart, swinging her legs. However, the one who you were drawn to - Caleb - kept quiet.
It seemed he never spoke more than a few words.
You’d met him before the rest of the Nein; he had wandered into your stepfather’s bakery. In `, he’d asked to purchase a loaf of bread. While your stepmother had admonished him for not speaking Common while in the Empire, you replied in his tongue as soon as she was out of earshot. He hadn’t ever been the most mysterious face you had ever seen, but he sure was the most attractive one. You hadn’t noticed that he had slipped you an extra silver until he had left the store. You held the extra silver in your palm until it grew warm, and as you left the storefront, you held the coin tight, and it bit into your skin, hard.
It was one more silver than anything you’d ever had to yourself.
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W.C. whinnied as your ankles spurred at his sides. The horse began to trot past the cart. As you were led to the front of the Nein, you watched as Beauregard looked you over, as if her monk-trained eyes could see through you.
“Have you ever left Zadash before?” Beau asked, raising a brow.
You swallowed thickly. While boisterous Jester seemed to get on well with her, you weren’t sure how to approach her, you were raised to be not heard, and not seen, and wished very much to be those things when she seemingly interrogated you.
“I - not that I remember,” you respond anxiously.
“Do you have a shitty memory, ________, or…?” Beau asked.
W.C. continued to trot alongside Crapper as you carded your fingers through his mane. It wasn’t the softest, and your fingers grew more and more caught as you pulled them through, but it soothed your wandering hands.
“My parents were forced to move to the city after our village was overtaken by Gnolls,” you reply. You add, almost an afterthought, “I was a baby.”
You noticed that Caleb had neared, his horse going between Beau and yourself without much instruction from the way he held the reigns. Silently, you thanked the Gods for Loo’s little intervention. There were few things you cared to talk about, and one of them was how you came to the city.
While Caleb smelt better, you noted that there were smears of dirt across his cheeks. You wondered if he did it on purpose, imagining Caleb sitting by the edge of the road with his fingers in the mud, applying it to himself just like nobility and their obsession with cosmetics.
“Why do you care so much for ________’s origins?” He asked, his accent thick. You glanced between the pair of them just in time to see Beau scowl at Caleb - not that her usual facial expressions were too dissimilar to that, anyway.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s just really suspicious that they met us like, twice, and now are -,”
“I’m right here,” you spoke up.
“If you want to establish mutual trust between our new travelling companion, by extension do you wish to share to the group about your own background?” Mollymauk spoke up, the cart catching up to you three.
“Oh, fuck off,” Beau told him. She dug her heels into Crapper and went off to scout further along the path.
Molly shrugged and relaxed the pace of the cart to fall behind once again. You silently thanked the Gods once more, and the purple tiefling himself for his perfect timing. But aloud, you hummed and looked to Caleb.
Before you could add anything, he simply went to follow Beauregard, leaving you between the group like a stone stuck in a shoe. You glanced to Molly, but he wasn’t paying you any mind, instead, he was chatting idly with Jester. One person who did catch your eye was Nott. Her wide yellow eyes met yours and gave you a look that made you wonder if she knew something that would explain why Caleb acted the way he did. But she didn’t say a word.
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You woke up too late, jostled from consciousness as you heard Caleb cry out in pain. By then, the horses - all tied to the cart for the night - were spooked and fled. It was horrible luck that you slept atop the cart rather than beneath, and as they ran off, you were carried away. But there was just enough time for you to notice that there were goblins - more than you’d ever seen in one place in your life! - and ogres and wolves and it frightened you to your bones.
In amongst the melee, you were stunned, and as the horses kept on going, you clamoured for the reigns, doing your best to try and lead them from harm. On one hand, you knew that the Mighty Nein was a travelling band of sellswords for coin and that they could handle the intrusion to the camp, but you felt a rush of fear thinking of Caleb, wounded.
You don’t know how long it took, there was no moon to see what hour of the night it was, but soon enough you had the horses calmed, and feeding on a saddlebag of oats. You couldn’t see fire the Nein lit at the camp from where you were the horses fled to, and it worried you a small amount. But it was no fear that compared to the fact that you were the lone protector of the horses and cart and the treasures and stores that the Nein had collected over their journeys.
There was a rustling in the bushes. Your blood froze, and without thinking, you picked up one of Nott’s daggers left at the front side of the cart and hid behind a wheel.
It was almost too dark to see, but there was a goblin there, no, two of them. They certainly did not look like Nott; they had broken teeth and one had a carving taken out of its body, smelling of fresh ichor. You kept still in your hiding spot, grasping the blade with two hands even though it only required one.
They chattered between themselves, until you heard more noises, and witnessed light growing nearer. The goblins scampered off, but you could hear, could see that they had a bag stuffed with things that you knew came from the cart.
Despite the fear, you felt a fury come over you, and stealthily, you followed suit. You almost didn’t get out of the way soon enough, dodging a spell cast to the fleeing goblins, as one was hit with magical orbs. As soon as they impacted, the goblin was no more - and it certainly smelled that way. But the one that was holding the bag kept on, and you did to, this time without the element of stealth in your favour.
The goblin turned, seeing you approaching. Its stride was no match for your human legs sprinting after it, and you threw yourself at it before it had a chance to reach for its own weapon. The bag was abandoned as it went to protect itself, but the dagger found itself buried in its chest, and again through its throat.
The Nein found you there sometime later, with bloodied hands and sick down your front. You don’t remember who helped you to your feet, or who sacrificed their canteen to clean you off, but soon you were in the cart once more, the horses and it led back to the fireside.
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“I didn’t know they had it in them to -,” Fjord spoke, his accent was unmistakable through the haze of shock that shrouded your head. You still had it even though you had slept through to the dawn, and you couldn’t help but feel weak. “Those goblins almost got away with a pretty penny.”
You stirred at pretty, looking to the Nein, searching for one person.
“They’re awake!” Nott cried out.
“Where is Caleb? I heard -,”
Yasha stepped aside. You hadn’t thought of her as so large a woman, but as she did so, she revealed what was hidden behind her. In the light of day, you could see Jester beside Caleb, his face looking your way at the mention of his name.
“He’s going to be okay, don’t worry you guys,” Jester responded, and scowled. But the anger wasn’t becoming on her face. The emotion looked like she was a small child in a petulant mood, rather than being upset that the Nein had nearly been murdered in their sleep. “Did you see, ________? Molly killed a wolf that was sleeping!”
The purple tiefling sighed. “It’s out of its pain now.” He said. Perhaps he wasn’t fond of the attention that he was getting for the deed.
“________,” Caleb spoke up. There was an element in his tone that you weren’t used to hearing, and it confused you, perhaps more so because of the wooziness you felt. “I heard - is it true? You -,”
You looked to your hands. Even though they were washed from the blood that you had spilled, you could almost feel it on your fingers, sticky and warm and grotesque. Never in your life had you ever killed something, apart from a cockroach or a stray spider from your bedroom. And yet -
“I don’t know what came over me,” you whisper, somewhat aghast. “It took -,”
“It’s all my fault,” Nott spoke up, climbing into the wagon. The words you were going to speak fell dead on your lips, and you listened to her. “I told those goblins to go after the cart. I didn’t know you were with it, and I didn’t think - I’m glad you’re okay - Caleb was poisoned, and I needed to even the odds for us.”
“Oh, Nott, it’s not your fault,” you touched her small green hand, meeting her yellow eyes. “All things considered.”
“Yeah, all things considered, ________ handled themselves pretty fucking well,” Beau interjected.
“You seem to be a warrior in the making,” Yasha spoke up, a small smile ghosting her lips.
You sit back, feeling another wave of dizziness wash over your thoughts. Even though you passed out after the kill, it seems that finally the adrenaline is ebbing away, and you’re left feeling as you usually do. Like a copper in a pot filled with gold and platinum.
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Another day’s journey brings the next night, and tonight, you can see the storm approaching from the horizon as dusk falls. While the Nein make their preparations for the night, eating rations and storing things that shouldn’t get wet, you find yourself in proximity to Caleb as he murmurs an enchantment on Nott, to make her immune to the rain’s touch. As soon as he’s done, he catches your gaze.
“What is it?” you ask, feeling unsure. “You’re looking at me funny.”
Caleb blinks, “Funny, how?” His Zemnian mother tongue is thick tonight.
You take a deep breath, before elaborating. “I don’t know…it’s like whenever you look at me, you’re pitying me.”
“I don’t pity you,” he says quietly.
From somewhere far off, thunder crackles, and you feel a chill sweep your spine following a breeze. It has only been half a week on the road, travelling with this group, and you’re feeling both alien to their lifestyle, and yet, settling in comfortably.
“Then what, Caleb?” you ask, words soft so that none other can overhear you. “What do you feel when you look at me?”
“I - I wish I was you.” He replies.
For a startling moment, you know that he’s being completely honest. It takes you a second to comprehend; he’s a wizard, powerful in spellcasting and strong in his mind in ways that you can’t help to be. You’re just…a product of your breeding, passed between caretakers until you were no longer in the home of your own blood. And he -
“I have seen, no, I have done horrible things,” he says, “things that are sure to warrant me to never rest. I am not the man you think me to be, and yet, when I look at you, I see so much, I see -,” he catches his breath. “I see a person, so raw, so beautiful! So full of potential.”
You swallow, the lump in your throat refusing to leave. “I’m nothing of those things, I’m just - I’m just - me. ________.”
“You are ________, a warrior in the making. You slew a goblin none of us could, and in doing so, saved my very precious collection of paper and ink,” he reiterates. “You might not think you are a warrior, but -,”
“Is that why you gave me that silver piece?” you ask him.
Caleb chuckles, but it is quiet, almost under his breath. “No, meine liebe,” he says. “I thought you to be beautiful, and in more need of the coin than myself.” There’s a look in his eyes, and you can’t place it. But then you realise that he just called you those things. It all clicks into place, like a rusted metal puzzle toy. “If you don’t reciprocate -,”
“I do, I -,” the words don’t come out right, but it doesn’t mean you feel any less for Caleb. “I feel the same way you do. I’ve never felt this way before, forgive me.”
“I am an unforgivable man,” he replies, the words coming easily to him. “If all I am asked to overlook is your shyness, your hesitance, then I am not to forgive, but to love you even deeper.”
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sometimes, distance is love
“But do we have to…?”
“Of-fucking-course we have to. Mr. Sparrow has been nothing but kind to us for months, everyone in the branch that I care about is going to be there, and there’s an open bar.” Kerigo wrenched sheets from Eiuus, and pulled the dragon to his level, nose to nose. Looking into his eye, Kerigo whispered, “You don’t just not go to parties that buy an open bar.”
Eiuus paused. “Let me change,” he said sheepishly.
.
Sparrow threw his arms around the dragons, tying them together and forcing them into a huge, uncomfortable group huddle. “There she is! The final destination of the night, boys! A dinner party!”
“An open bar!” Kerigo quipped from underneath Sparrow’s bicep, muffled out by the fur. “It’s your birthday, but I feel pretty thankful for this particular gift.”
“Only for the best for my best friends,” he purred happily and satisfied. Letting go of the group, each of them gasped for air and steadied their balance. Sparrow guffawed by how dramatic they were. They’d better get used to that quickly, Jack thought to himself. “Everyone else is already here, so make yourselves known, fellas! Everyone would love to hear about this, err, storm in the north.”
Eriq straightened out his sweater, pressing out the folds and dusting off the bugbear hair. “No, they won’t,” he commented quietly.
Eriq wore a simple, comfortable outfit. He wore a stiff, navy blue vest and short cloak over the shoulders. Underneath he had a clean, sharp undershirt with the top two buttons undone. His pants were fitting to his form and at mid-calf length. His new metallic addition peeked out from under the rim, and he frequently stood with that leg behind the other.
Paypur stepped up to the building first. He blinked, holding a finger below the sign and reading out the words in common. “It’s… The, Rainy, Harbor. Cute! I like it!”
Albeit without much change to it, Paypur wore his adventuring gear. The thin cloak draped over his shoulders and flowed down his back. His shirt and sleeves were long, and styled elven in nature. He wore ankle high boots that clicked with each step on the pavement. All of his outfit and accessories were in silver or black metal. Even his hair was done neatly, his usually wild look was now combed, curled, and styled into a cute haircut to frame his face. His locks bobbed with each step. Finally, with the added confidence his fine new look gave him, his tail wagged sheepishly behind his ankles.
“We’re familiar with it.” Kerigo cleared his throat, noticing how suddenly Hydra folded his shoulders in a defeated way. “Regardless, there’s more celebration to be had. Let’s go.”
Lakken had a similar sense of the occasion, as most of his gear, belts, equipment and accessories were still on his person. He wore no hood, but a dress coat of a sailor. It had a long collar, thus, creating the same sense of style. Though the top two buttons were as they always are, his shirt was tucked and without creases or cuts. From head to toe, his scales were clean and groomed. His work boots and tailcoat free of dirt or blood stains. This one of the few nights it would remain that way.
One after another, the group stepped in. Cadets and admirals alike, friends and potential enemies of Sparrow together, scattered throughout the large main room. The lights and magical lanterns glowed in shades of soft white or summer yellow. The party goers were dressed in all colors of the rainbow, and in variations of those hues. All of them were dressed fashionably and appropriately, many with their exploration base emblems on pins or coats. A majority of them were sat down at large tables. Every booth filled to the brim. And most importantly, their drinks and plates half empty, thus leaving the bar free and for the taking.
Sparrow slapped Hydra on the upper back so hard, it nearly sent him forward. “Enjoy the time and drinks together. After all we know, fellas, the state of the kingdom might not allow us a second chance next year.” And he sent the party on their way.
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KERIGO LAKKEN
“Hey, Kerigo!” The bartender greeted the pair as they came to the bar. She made quick work of their requests, and continued down the line to help the crowd of party goers.
He chuckled to himself. Leaning his elbows onto the slab, he nodded his head as thanks to her. Turning back to Odin, he had rested his arm on the bar. Between Kerigo and his order.
Odin swayed his drink at the wrist. He held up a claw to Kerigo, suggesting for him to wait a moment. He spin on his stool until he faced Kerigo completely, and subtly leaned his head so that his eyes peered just from underneath the rim of his hat. “You know, darling,” Odin began slow, pausing for a moment to allow the bartender to move out of earshot. “It takes two hours of rigorous, passionate love making to work off a glass of this vodka you like. It’s pretty high in alcohol, after all.” The barbarian moved his claw to the glass. With his ring finger, he nudged it across the counter into Kerigo’s reach. He winked. Otherwise, he maintained a level composure. “I have plans after this.”
“Hm,” Kerigo grunted. He calmly accepted the drink. Observed it. Swirled the ice cubes around in it. As though to delve into thought. “I’m gonna need a lot more of these, then.” He chuckled with a sinister, sideways grin. Wagging his ring finger, he tipped the glass back. “You don’t take the opportunity to flirt a lot.”
Odin chuckled to himself. Clearing his throat after a healthy, burning swig of ale, he leaned his head back and regarded Kerigo with full attention and less lewd suggestion. “Usually, I don’t even need to.”
“Hmm, sure, I suppose I’m better at it.”
“You have more experience,” Odin commented in a low voice. He gestured to himself. “I was a cultist.”
Kerigo’s shoulders folded over. Those words felt equally as painful as the experiences themselves were sweet. “I… Let’s… Not talk about my experience. Let’s drink.”
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PAYPUR CHAMBERLIN
Paypur tiptoed along the snack table. Careful to mind his tail when turning and ensuring each step was soft. A small heel make a great click on such perfect floors and echoing rooms. His cloaks made him stand out in the crowds. Even tall women with flowing gowns didn’t stand out as much as his styled, heavy cape. Thus, he was easy to spot for those looking for him.
Gantu stepped to his side just as Payp popped a piece of vegetarian sushi into his mouth. Halfway through eating, he answered before being questioned, “I didn’t do it.”
The dragonborn snickered slightly. He reached for a larger piece with shrimp tails and sauce. He threw the slice into his maw with so little care, he had the same demeanor of an okakapi. “Do you want to get something to drink? Make this night less mingling nonsense and more interesting.” Gantu glanced from the tables and foods before them, angling his head in the direction of the bar a few feet away.
Payp made a thoughtful hmm noise. Considering it. “Ehh, not there, no thanks. I don’t really like drinking unless it’s from my mom’s winery.” He took the opportunity to truly get a full look at the dragon in dress. Truly, this was his element.
Captain Gantu didn’t feel adventurous this evening, and thus chose the outfit and color that suits him best. His jacket and shirt were tailored specifically for him, and thus accentuated and complemented everything about his colors, fins and shapes. His deep v-neck shirt was laced at the sides in gold thread tied into bows. The jacket was at knee length in a typical Sea Exploration dressy way. It was dark pine green with accented silver along the zippers, edges and pockets. The additional latches and chains for his jacket hung loosely in a simultaneously lazy and professional, dressy way. Sea Exploration emblems commonly are worn at the broadest point on the back, nearly large enough to stretch shoulder to shoulder. But his jacket was open back for his fins, thus, he wore his silver and blue attack division emblem on his left shoulder.
The dragon waited. Impatiently.
“-Which I have, of course,” Paypur continued, reaching from behind his cloak and revealing that deep purple and red wine bottle. He swirled it around, teasing.
The Captain reached for the bottle by the neck. He considered the proposal. “It’s not full, but… It’ll do. It’s a little weird to bring your own alcohol to a gathering like this, however. Don’t you think?”
“It’s weird only if you’re a coward.”
“I’m a coward.” Gantu replied. He regarded the room, and thought for a moment. “I’ll tell you what. I know this place. We’ll compromise. Follow me.”
While Gantu turned to make his way, Payp put a hand out to hold. He paused. But in the moment after, he accepted the invitation and grasped Paypur by the palm. He pulled the tiefling along a few hallways and stairwells of the building. Along the way, he attempted asking ‘where are we going,’ and ‘what is this’ a few times. But to no avail, Gantu maintained his composure and continued onward. No party goers dared to stray far from the main room or man of the hour, but what’s a little detour between coworkers?
“Close your eyes, for a moment.”
Payp did as told. “Ooh, I didn’t know you were into this, Gantu.” He snickered, hearing Gantu hiss in protest.
“It’s not like that,” he sighed. “Just come.”
Truly grasping at each other for balance and guidance, Payp stepped up and around a few objects. He felt the hardwood floor no longer click. Breathing in, the air was saltier and colder. Wind licked at their lose jackets and cloaks.
“Okay, open.”
Paypur did so. He blinked a few times to truly take in the area. Looking to the tip of his shoes, they were standing on black, clay roof shingles. The Elviasa streets, buildings, trees and people were dwarfed in size. They were far away and far below where Payp stood. The torch street lights flickered and shuttered across the city. Burning low and dim, a thousand numbers strong. In contrast to the small, gentle street lights, the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky. A million strong. Shining brighter in the clear atmosphere. The moon was barely new. It hung like a sliver of string in the sky. He remained frozen in wonder, above the city and ocean, looking to it. “I-- Wait, Where are we?!”
Gantu sat, making himself comfortable. Minding Payp standing star struck, he folded his tail on the opposite side. “Just the roof of the Rainy Harbor. Look.” He pointed down to the sign, still swinging in the cold ocean breeze. Gantu folded his arms onto his knees, waiting for Payp to calm and sit beside him. “I would always climb onto roofs and high towers as a kid.”
“It’s beautiful. I can see why.”
“Sometimes it just, it was just something to do, though.”
Paypur clutched his cloak, holding it back from flipping and turning in the wind. He was still standing straight, hardly noticing Gantu settling. The view of the ocean here was too dear to let go of. The faint, soft crashing of waves tickling at the very edge of his hearing. The sharp, salty and fishy air of it lingered in his breath. His eyes traced along the horizon. Just beyond where the sun set hours ago. He thought of the land beyond. He thought of Ayami for a moment. Thinking to himself, he hoped Ayami was feeling warm in the sun. He hoped Ayami was okay. Is that so strange?
“Are you okay?” Gantu said.
The moment passed. Payp was back here, his mind’s curiosity satisfied. “I used to climb onto the trees around my granddad’s tree house.” Payp folded his legs underneath him, just beside the other. “There was one outside our forest. High above the rest beside the mountain range, East of the house. And when I got on top of it,” Payp continued, pulling his cloak over his body like a blanket comforter, “I could see the entire tree house, the entire winery… Our forest and our home.”
“That’s beautiful.”
“Yeah. It made me feel small. It made our home feel small, but weirdly special. But I saw Areona for the first time, too.”
Gantu leaned back and sat comfortably. Taking the wine bottle from Payp’s loose grip, he stuck his claw beneath the cork and forced it open. “Heh, and what did you think of Areona?”
Paypur took the bottle back and sipped it. “I thought it was huge. I thought it shadowed me and my home, and it made me feel even smaller. Not like I was scared of it, though. I was curious of it. I wanted to see more of it. Meet other people, see things…”
The other stayed silent. He listened to Payp speak in wonder, almost as though everything coming to mind was what crossed his tongue. It was like music to the ears. Magical to experience. “What do you think of Areona now?”
“I want to see more of it. Like I just did.”
ERIQUUS
“Is this… Is this enough of, what did Mr. Sparrow call it? This party? I don’t like this place.” Hydra had been making tiny hints of discomfort the whole night. Asking what time it was and when ‘parties’ end. Being around so many people, so many faces he had seen and hadn’t seen. Both were equally difficult to cope with. Hydra’s hair was clean, freshly cut and just conditioned. It was free of stray hairs. Otherwise, Hydra’s shifted form and sense of style were the same. He wore his kimono, but kept his lance at his side where it was comfortable to keep.
“We’re just here a bit longer, Kerigo’s probably done drinking. He’s had like, at least three.” He said slowly. He moved behind Hydra’s chair, slipping fingertips under the kimono, and setting his palms onto his shoulders. Gently massaging. Careful not to cut his claws into Hydra’s skin, Eriq pressed his fingers into the knots of his muscle.
Hydra cast his eyes down and tensed his shoulders. “Eriq, not here. Not here. Lechnka, I feel sick.” He pulled his thick locks over his shoulder, and ran his fingers through them.
Eriq immediately took his hands off of Hydra. “O-oh. What did I...?”
“I don’t like it here. I don’t feel welcome. I feel sick,” Hydra said again, wrinkling his nose in response to the heavy aroma of alcohol, sweets, snacks, and meats. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then covered his face. “Just… Let me have a moment.”
Agreeing, Eriq stepped back. Hydra turned his attention over his shoulder, hands still tugging at his soft locks of hair. A look in the back of his eye apologized. Apologizing for the inconvenience, the miscommunication, for his sickness. He stood. Eriq took another, larger step back. Hydra moved to the Rainy Harbor exit, and left for the street.
Eriquus watched the door latch. That was the only thing he heard for a moment. After the moment passed, the world came back to him, and the polite chatter of the crowds around continued. As though nothing had happened. What did happen? What is happening? The dragon pulled his sleeves down, and hurried for the door opposite of the room. Putting his hand around the door knob, he hesitated only slightly. He opened it.
Stepping through the threshold of the door, Eriq pressed his palm flat to it, closing it behind him. The ‘click noise’ caused a stir in a person at the far end of the deck. Seosul stood with her back to Eriq, but she jolted upon hearing a sound. Her senses alert, she turned to see who joined her outside. Wearing a pine green halter dress and long silver earrings, a single shift of balance sent her skirt into curls at the knee and jewelry to tangle with her hair. “Good evening.”
“Hey, Seosul. Anchor. I- Admiral Anchor.”
She pressed her back to the guard rail and folded her hands behind her. She smiled once, “That’s okay, I...” she paused. “I’m not in uniform. How are you settling back into Elviasa?”
“It’s better than the alternative... and I love listening to the sea.” They allowed a brief breath between words, just to listen to the waves crash beyond the railing for a moment. “How are you?”
“It’s great,” she responded, a bit too prepared to answer. “Very few of our sailors ever contracted this plague after the monster attacks. Those who do, however, are under low-intensity duty, with regular check ups from the Light Magic students around.” She absentmindedly twirled a finger around her dress skirt. “Twenty-seven sailors all each received their fitting prosthetics from Ms. Hyo. Our people are taken care of, as always, so... It’s great. Outstanding, even.”
Eriq blinked. “I asked ‘how are you?’ So how are you, Seosul?”
She bristled ever slightly. She pursed her lips, embarrassed, forcing expression back to neutral just after. “I’m outstanding, Eriquus.”
“I… good to hear.”
“If you’ll excuse me.” Admiral Anchor nodded her head slow, regarding him with a respectful bow of the head. Then she moved past him back into the party.
How odd of her.
Eriq couldn’t help but sigh once the area was safe enough to. He threaded his fingers through his fur. Finding comfort in the feeling. His feet wandered around the outer seating area, tracing his steps around the dark wood tables and chairs just as he did a few weeks prior. Just before… This spot is where I… Where he– Then he placed his hands on the guard rail. Steadying his balance and calming the rising unease in his mind. He sighed again.
Eyes rising to the horizon, Eriq glanced around and took in the atmosphere. The ocean felt strangely empty after being beneath it. The waves rolled into the shore. Flowing across the sand like a cup about to spill over. Standing just at the edge, in the sea foam and sandy beaches, was a humanoid figure walking along it. Completely unaware of those watching above. Their shoulders relaxed and demeanor neutral. Their thin tail trailed at the back of their heel, curling at the very end so as to not dip into the water. No other defining features to their silhouette in the moonlight.
Wait. Eriq leaned over the railing. Bending at the hip, he squinted. There was a tiny glow to their face. A golden metallic shine around a curve to the point, like a hook. A golden hook.
Eriq hurried out of the party and to the beach, catching up to the leisurely character in a few moments. He came to a halt to fast, he threw a cloud of sand into the air and sunk into it. He wondered how it might feel through both feet, between all his talons, balancing on the back of his heel. The bits of sand hit the back of this person’s pant leg, and they came to attention. They turned.
“Oh. Oh!” A smile cracked across Sergeant Sipian’s face. His eyes bobbed from Eriq’s up to down, toe to horn tip. “Hey, Eriq. You look nice.”
The man was dressed with surprising detail. His leather dress shoes shined, blemished only by the sand on the sole. He wore jet black slacks and striped white suspenders, a tucked in buttoned shirt underneath. All so iron pressed there wasn’t a single crease in his entire wardrobe. Not even a button- all of which were fastened- or thread of fabric was out of place. This was the sharpest Eriq had ever seen the man. He could hardly recognize the sergeant.
“Sipian. I- what are you doing out here?” Eriq asked. He stuttered, noticing the invasive tone of his voice. He corrected, more slowly, “I… You know there’s a uh, an open bar, right?”
The tiefling bared his teeth in a chuckle. “Yeah, I know. I said hello to Admiral Sparrow, but, I’m just not feeling a party right now.”
“Me neither.”
Silence fell. They just accepted the other’s presence. The mere closeness, standing ten feet apart, was enough comfort in contrast to the Rainy Harbor packed back to front.
“Can I join you?”
Resting his hands low into his pockets, Sipian rolled his head back, and glanced down the far side of the beach. He offered a sideways smile. A crook of the expression that shifted the light on his face, and the shine in his hook. Eriquus took the invitation in a heartbeat.
.
They caught up. Moving through the motions of ‘how’s it going’s and ‘it’s going.’ Things are happening, whether they will it to or not. They had that in common. But as Eriq’s voice lowered upon mention of Hydra, Sipian made no moves to reply. He just listened to the voice Eriq put out there.
“I need some advice.” Eriq folded his arms together, tight to his sides. Every gust of wind that shuddered through him made him feel right at home. Eriq wasn’t sure if home was supposed to feel good or bad in that moment.
Sipian made a small, choked laughing noise in the back of his throat. “You’re coming to me for advice? Me? Damn, I’m sorry. How many other people have you asked?” As he spoke, he was combing through the sand in search of flat rocks or seashells. He found one from the sand. Pulling his arm back and rotating at the hip, he sent the rock skipping across the calm sea water until it sank.
Eye tracing the ripples of water out to sea, Eriq simmered. His claws gently tugged at his vest, and sat down in the sand. “Just you, actually,” he replied quietly.
The tiefling’s improper posture froze. “Oh.” He straightened. Then invited himself to take a spot in the sand just beside the snow dragon. “What’s… What’s wrong?”
“Everything’s been really different since I was last here. A lot happened, and… A lot has happened. I don’t know how to fix any of it. I don’t know what to do, or even how to feel about some of it.” Eriq was hesitant to relax for a moment, reluctant to mess his outfit too much. But after a few moments, he let the stress of his body flow out. He stretched his legs and tail straight outward. Eriq paused, and let himself listen to the waves again. Without meaning to, his eyes fell to the metal half of himself. The paint has been worn and scratched off in small places. Dull white revealed the shiny, metallic, empty shell underneath. “I feel like Hydra doesn’t want to touch me because of this. Like he’s scared. I want to hold him but every time I do, it’s like it hurts him.”
Sipian made a frustrated groan. “Tell me about it.” He tensed unconsciously, and the gears in his robotic arm whirred as though to speak for the words he wasn’t saying.
“And it’s Hydra. A literal beast with the softest touch, and he’s scared to embrace me. Absolutely terrified,” Eriq trailed off, planting his palms to his thighs. Feeling along the fabric and loathing how different each felt. “Even when we’re… together…. I love it, but I think I’m a little scared too.”
Samael watched Eriq in his peripherals. His shoulder facing the dragon, like completely seeing the brunt of that pain Eriq held in his hands and chest was a bit too much to bear. He tilted his head upward. “When I, personally, got my limbs torn off… In that darkest moment of my life, fighting for it... and felt all my blood dilute into the seawater, experiencing just what one imagines it’s like to feel one’s soul leaving their body… In a slow, gruesome-”
“Sipian, this isn’t helping.”
“-Hang on. When I felt like I was dead, or I sure was gonna be, I was sad.”
Eriq’s attention shifted suddenly to Sipian. He raised a brow, confused. “Sad?”
“Mmhm. I was sad. Because I knew Seosul was going to blame herself for not protecting me. Did you feel that?”
That gave Eriq pause. He took a deep breath, putting himself back into that feeling. A dark moment, blood flowing out the wound like life out of a body. He winced as that memory put himself through the exact pain again. “I… I did.”
“Hydra blames himself for not protecting you. And… that’s all he’s following; a sense of protection. Sometimes distance is how people show closeness. Sometimes distance is love.”
Eriquus’s breath shook and shuttered. He steadied himself after running through a long, brutal memory. He put his hand to his chest. Slowing the beat of his panicked heart. Calming, he finally spoke. He repeated, “Distance is love.” Eriq looked up to Sipian who still faced the open ocean. He was serene. Cool. His head and eyes were straight, like he was searching for something at the far side of the world. Yet, his thoughts and his mind were here. His heart was here. “Do you love Seosul?”
Sipian smiled. Blinking a few times and casting his eyes down to his feet, he was quiet as he regarded the question. The slow tide licked at the front of his shoes. He found the strength to meet Eriq in the eye, and feel that pain. He opened his mouth to speak.
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Beauty and The Panther
ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕠𝕣𝕜 ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪, ℕ𝕐
“Hey, get back here”, said a female voice. A man in black clothing ran through the crowded street down the stairs of the train station. The woman with her flat-ironed hair in a ponytail and incredible body physique in an all-black combat suit slid her behind down the stair rail and ran after the criminal he has been looking for months. He bumped into a mother and child on his way to jump over the ticket turnstile while she jumped over it.
Before he got completely on the train, she yanked by his hoodie and pulled him to the ground. He withdrew a swiss army knife out his jacket but she kicked it out his hand without hesitation. She grabbed the collar of his top and banged her head against his, causing him to bleed from the forehead. Her brown eyes stared into his and she said “look here jack ass. I am really fucking tired running after you. Get yo ass up and show me where the girls are...NOW!”
Hours later, they arrived at an apartment complex with squad cars and the woman came out with a group of girls. Not just any girls but the girls that were taken from their homes months ago and brought into sex trafficking. The young lady looked at the eight girls and felt pride because she saved another group from being transported overseas. The younger girls went to their families but one. She had kinky hair, dark brown eyes and cute cheeks but those big dow eyes had fear in them. The woman knelt down so she was face to face with the little girl. “What is your name?” The child replied “Erin”; Erin looked to be five years old.
“Hi, Erin. I’m Nyla. We tried contacting someone for you but it seems like...” The little girl looked down the ground and Nyla felt her heartbreak because she too was an orphan. Nyla tucked Erin’s hair behind her ear and said “everything will be okay. I will make sure you find the perfect family who will love you with all their heart. How does that sound?” Erin smiled small before Nyla picked her up as they got to the squad car.
At the office, Miller sat her desk, tapping her notepad. She was in a complete deep thought about her life. She was an orphan child who lost their parents at a young age. Nyla’s mother was murdered during a burglary when she was a bank teller. Her father was fatally ill during her elementary years. Nyla grew up jumping from different places and eventually was put in a school for young ladies down south.
Nyla felt as if she was stuck in the old same rut. Yes, she can run after criminals, was trained in combat and martial arts but she felt like something was missing. Like a piece of her was somewhere she needed to be. If only God above would bless her with a sign. “Miller, the boss wants you in her office. As soon as possible.” She stood from her desk in her all-black pantsuit, oxfords, and hair half up half down. Nyla stood there and eyeballed the plaque on the door. “Margaret Leson”. She took a deep breath and finally knocked softly against the hardwood door. “You may enter”, she heard and once, she opened the door, her eyes fell on a caucasian male with ice grey hair in a navy blue tailored suit.
“Nyla Miller, good to see you,” the mystery man said that made her brow raise up to her superior. Mrs. Leson said “Miller, this is Agent Ross of the CIA. He heard about you and also a proposition for you. Please hear him out.” Nyla placed her hands behind her back and was all ears. “Ms. Miller, as you know, America and the country known as Wakanda are allies and we are looking for a Director for the WPS for their country. Would you be interested in reassigning to Wakanda for your country?”
Holy shit! Is this the sign I was looking for, she asked her self in the head. Nyala cleared her throat before asking “why me? There are plenty of folks here that would be a great fit as well.” Ross nodded with the agreement as he stood in front of her. “Yes, but I truly believe that you will be an amazing fit. You are only thirty years old but your track record is astonishing. I know I would be a tad difficult to leave home but I promise on my last good dollar that you will feel right at home.” Nyla looked him in the eye and held her hand out for him to shake; he kindly accepted. “When do I start?”
The Following Month
Nyla packed her last box as her black cat graced her ankle. “Good morning, Power. Today is the day, boy. A new home and new adventures.” She taped up the box to secure it for flight and lifted Power in her arms, petting him as he purred. She looked around her apartment wearing a white crew neck tee, mom jeans and freshly cleaned converse with her hair in a sloppy pair of French braids. There was a silent knock on the door and Nyla placed down Power inside his carrier.
She opened the door to see a bald woman with a red leather jacket, dark black slim fit bottoms and a pair of red combat boots, gold accessories and a smile. “Hello, I am looking for a Miss Nyla Miller”; her accent was a calm African tone. Nyla nodded and replied. “Hi, you must be Okoye. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, dear. Are you ready for our travels back to my homeland.”
Nyla grabbed her jacket and zipped up, grabbing Power. Okoye looked down to see the black. “Beautiful feline. How old is he?” Nyla said “two years.” Okoye smiled and said “well we should get going. The people of Wakanda are waiting for our arrival.” Nyla’s brows became stitched. “Okay, but I have a lot of things to move.” Okoye agreed with “that’s why I brought them.” She whistled and a group of strong men appeared through the hall. Okoye pulled Nyla into the hall to not be in the middle of the trampled by the group. The ladies made their way to their rent a truck and to JFK Airport.
Okoye dropped off the truck before the headed to the airport Starbucks where they both grabbed Venti Mocha Frappuccinos made with almond milk. “So, Nyla. How long have you been with the FBI?” Nyla placed Power’s cage down once the made it inside the “plane”. “I was an intern when I was about nineteen. Eventually finished at the academy to be NYPD but my boss saw my potential and gave me a chance to work with them once I turned twenty-two.” Okoye then asked, “and what about combat training?”
“I was in martial arts at four but then had to leave once my folks passed. On my free time, I worked at a dojo in Brooklyn where the owner taught me all the moves so when I arrived in the academy, they didn’t stand a chance.” Okoye looked out to the window and saw the last piece of luggage being loaded. She looked to the front of the plane and passed her drink to Nyla before heading to the front. Nyal took it from her and looked out into the air on the outside. Sunny with a few clouds. The men all loaded on and took a seat as the seat belt light came on before take off.
Nyla wondered where she went so once the light went off she stood and made her way. She held her ear to the door to hear nothing but when she opened it, Okoye was flying the plane. “You know who to fly?” Okoye smiled back and said, “eh, it’s like driving.” She grabbed the mic and announced, “everyone get ready for transformation.” Nyla looked around to see the plane was indeed changing in the appearance of an unfamiliar spacecraft. So did the outside. Okoye looked over to Nyla’s expression and smiled. “You’ll get used to it.”
ЩΛKΛПDΛ
An Hour Later
Nyla was asleep in the corner on the bench and opened her eyes to see the orange, yellow and red tinted sky. She stood and looked out the wide window with a warm half grin. She looked like a little girl that just arrived at Disneyland her first time. “We have arrived”, Okoye announced and landed the ship. Once they did in front of the palace, Nyla can see a woman with a cream head wrap and matching dress garment next to a younger woman who had box braids and wearing the same shade as the first but in suit pants combo.
The men went off first to start unloading. “Ungayifaka yonke into egumbini lakhe egumbini. Siyabonga, madoda.(You may place everything into her room up in the palace. Thank you, men.)” Okoye and Nyla stood in front of the Queen and the Princess while Nyla handed off Power to one of the men. “Nyla Miller, it is a pleasure to meet you and have the best that New York City has to offer. We heard about all your accomplishments and can not wait to see what you can bring into the WPS beside Okoye”, Queen Mother said but Nyla only heard a few words because she was distracted by the Queen’s beauty.
“Nyla, this Queen Mother, and Princess Shuri. The Royalty of Wakanda. You will meet King T’Challa and Prince N’Jadaka at the meeting in an hour”, Okoye told her and Shuri added “we will also have a welcoming party tomorrow night where you will meet the royal council formally and also a few of the people that we have worked with. A proper welcome and thank you of helping our country.” Nyla smiled and said “it is an honor to be here. I will try my best to help in any way I can.” Okoye smiled and said, “she will do just fine here an I will make sure she is safe.”
“Very good. Make yourself comfortable and be sure to be at the meeting in fifty-eight minutes.” Nyla nodded and made her way to her new place. She saw the men leaving and finally, she entered: it was amazing. The walls were a vibrant purple shade with black, white decor with touches of yellow here and there. She looked down to see Power in his bed and smiled. She petted his ears and looked out to the balcony. Nyla walked out and rested her hands against the dark metal bar above the glass. She looked ten stories down to see how far up she was and looked at the sky. So beautiful, like a painting.
She decided to take a nice, warm shower before the meeting and changed into a new outfit; a pair of black jeans with black heels and a matching turtle neck. She took her hair out of its braids and smoothed it out with a flat iron. She opened the door to see a woman that looked like Okoye but a lighter and in the combat clothing. “Nyla Miller, follow me”; they made their way to the meeting.
Meanwhile, T’Challa sat on his throne watching everyone. N’Jadaka sat on his right in a navy blue suit compared to his with his hair braided back. “Good idea of asking for an African American person for the position, cuz. That way we can trust them more” he whispered to the King making him smile. “It was your idea, N’Jadaka.” The Prince thought about it and said “oh yeah. You right.” Since the incident that happened years ago, they have become brothers and N’Jadaka gained respect for him and trust as well. The Dora Milaje all piled in as Okoye watched from T’Challa’s left.
“Presenting Detective Nyla Miller from New York City.” Everyone stood but T’Challa but he slowly did once he saw her. Her glowy skin, messy chestnut toned bob hair and full lips got his attention. N’Jadaka looked to his cousin and chuckled in his throat. “Everyone may be seated,” Queen Mother said and they did all except for T’Challa. Okoye said “Nyla Miller, age thirty, 5′1, Libra sign, started as an intern for the FBI, trained in martial arts and has captured over fifty of the most wanted criminals for sex trafficking, molestation, rape, and murder. Has yet to have a failed case as well. Knows over five different languages such as English, Spanish, French, Italian and Japanese.”
Nyla Miller stood with her hands against her lower back with a slight smirk. T’Challa’s eyes observed her as he stood there. “Miss Miller, are you aware of your assistance here?” Nyla looked at him and answered. “To protect and serve the country. Just like I have done in my city. I am here to be the best trainer and leader to help the Dora Milaje keep Wakanda unharmed, my King.” T’Challa smiled until he heard one of the male leaders say “Kutheni beyothumela umfazi? Nangabe siqinisekile ukuba uyakwazi ukuyisebenzisa? Ubonakala engafanelekanga kwaye engafanelekiyo. (Why would they send a woman.?Are we sure she can handle it? She seems unfit and unworthy.)” T’Challa was about to say something until what he heard next took him by surprise.
“Ngentlonipho yonke, mnumzana. Kodwa banyula ngenxa yokuba, omnye, ndona mhle kunabo bonke abangamashumi amahlanu ukuba benze umsebenzi ngokugqibeleleyo. Ekubini ngenxa yokuba, njengoko uvile, ndiyakwazi ukuthetha intetho kwaye ndihambe ngokuhamba kwaye ngenxa yokungafumani umntu onamandla okwanele wokusingatha umsebenzi. (With all due respect, sir. But they chose me because, for one, I am the best out of all fifty states to do the job perfectly. Two because, as you heard, I can talk the talk and walk the walk and lastly because they couldn't find a man strong enough to handle the job)”, Nyla said to the leader but still looking at the King. N’Jadaka nodded impressed and said “six. She knows six languages.” Okoye looked to the Prince and softly shook her head.
T’Challa looked to the leader’s face and said “you heard her. I trust this one” making his way back to his seat. “Miss Nyla. I know that you have just landed and Agent Ross informed me that you have been having an eventful month so you can take as much time you need to settle in and make yourself comfortable. As my mother informed you, we will be having a welcoming ceremony for you as well. I have the best tailor in all of Wakanda creating a unique piece for you.” Shuri walked up to Nyal with a box and opened it to a set of kimono beads, placing them on her wrist. “If any of us need you, mainly the King, we will call. If you need anything just speak our names into the mic of the beads and we will answer.”
“Like Siri,” Nyla asked and N’Jadaka replied “exactly.” Queen Mother added “welcome to Wakanda, Nyla.” Nyla smiled making T’Challa grin and said “thank you for being so welcoming. Will that be all for tonight, ma’am?”
“Just get a good night’s sleep, dear. We will see you tomorrow for breakfast.” Nyla nodded and said “good night, everyone” as she walked up to the doors, turned and said “good night, King T’Challa” before shutting the doors. Even though the meeting went on and Nyla was long gone to her place, T’Challa sat on his throne, still thinking about her. She was all he can think about.
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Summary: Touch. It’s a fundamental human need. Bucky Barnes, however, was starved of it; never had a kind hand laid on him during his time with Hydra. His therapist had some work done by a very well-known tattoo artist in Brooklyn, and suggested that he try it out. That’s where you come in. You’re very well known for tattooing people with sensory problems. It’s your niche. You’re very understanding. You have quick reflexes and a soft touch. When Bucky walks through your office door, you just know you have to help him.
Warnings: Yo! Angst ahead! Also, happy Bucky, smitten Bucky, adorable Bucky. All the Bucky. The reader has a hard time keeping her shit together because BUCKY..
A/N: This definitely ends in a cliffhanger. No worries, the next chapter will be up soon! Feedback is appreciated. I hope you like it :)
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Chapter 2:
I CAN DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING, ANYTHING I WANT
The following session with Bucky’s therapist was short, sweet, and to the point. The doctor asked how the tattooing went, what feelings and memories the contact evoked as well as the machine, and what he thought of the entire process. He walked her through the time the two of you spent together and let her know that he would be going back, and that he was looking forward to it.
“Thank you,” he told her. “I didn’t think it would help as much as it has, and I’ve only gone once. This could really be something for me, Doc.”
She smiled warmly at him. “Sergeant, I’m glad. Just be careful and if you feel yourself slipping during a session with her, call it off and go back another day. One sitting won’t be a cure-all for you. It’s much the same as it is when you’re with me. Some days are great, some aren’t, and it’s up to you to be able to tell the difference.”
Bucky took the therapist’s words to heart, understanding the implication there. He might be reformed, but he was still frightening when his mind wasn’t right. He made a mental note to pay closer attention before leaving her office.
-
Clothes were everywhere. Tac pants and jeans were strewn along the floor, various tees and shirts were all across the bed. It was absolute chaos in Bucky’s room. For a skilled assassin, he sure did have a lot of clothing and he was really kicking himself for it now.
A knock sounded on his door and he sent a wordless prayer of thanks to whichever god was listening. He opened it, gesturing for Natasha to enter. “Gee Buck, what’s got your panties in a twist? Hot date tonight?”
He rolled his eyes impossibly hard. “No. Please don’t make this more awkward than it needs to be. I have my next tattoo sitting today and I can’t ask Steve what to wear because he’s being Steve about the whole situation.”
Natasha nodded. “So Steve wants to be the best man in your wedding, you mean?”
“YES.”
“He’s exhausting. Okay, so what are we working with then?” She strode her way over to the mess Bucky had created, looking at him and then turning to the options he had laid out. “Wear the grey vintage tee with the leather jacket. It will bring out your eyes. Go for the medium wash jeans, the tighter ones make your ass look amazing. Oh and wear your hair in a knot. Girls love that, especially on you, Barnes.” She paused once again, looking him over one last time. “You know what, shave your face too, but not all the way. Leave a little dusting of stubble.” And with that, she left him to it.
-
“No, Steve. You’re not coming this time. End. Of. Story.” As much as Bucky loved his best friend, he sure could be an exasperating son of a bitch.
“But Buck!” Steve whined.
“I said no.”
-
Bucky strode into The Skin Canvas with purpose. He was determined to have another successful session and if he were being honest with himself, he was excited to see you again. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something warm about you and a man who has spent so many years of his life literally frozen could really get used to the feeling.
As he approached the counter, Adam waved. “Hey Bucky! I’ll see if she’s ready for you.” The super soldier nodded, swaying on his feet as he awaited Adam’s return from the back.
Bucky took a moment to reassess the lobby of the tattoo shop. The walls were a welcoming shade of yellow but they weren’t overpowering. The accents were all black and there were splashes of color everywhere; blue and red and green and purple. The shop had a mellow vibe to it, laid back. Bucky decided he really, really liked it there.
Adam returned to his spot behind the counter and gestured to your office as he said, “You can head on back, man.” Bucky thanked him and did just that.
-
Thank god you weren’t mid-bite when Bucky entered your workspace because you would have choked on your chocolate. He looked different somehow, yet still the same. You had to be staring, you knew it, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away.
Bucky noticed your eyes glued on him (how could he not), and he began looking himself over. “What, do I have food on my clothes or something?”
Busted! “Oh, no Sarge. Nothing like that. You look pretty incredible today is all,” you told him, figuring if you were busted anyway there was no use in lying about why.
Plus, the flush that covered his skin was worth the blunt honesty. “Really? I mean, thank you.” Then he smiled at you. Really smiled. And you had no idea how you were going to manage to get through the day because that smile—totally genuine and breathtaking—nearly brought you to your knees.
You shook yourself. This was not your typical behavior. Usually, you were professional and well mannered, and you were worried, especially with Bucky’s past, about coming off too flirty. You made a mental note to reign it in a little bit.
“So how does it feel right now?” You asked, intrigued to see how the serum helped the healing process.
“It actually feels great! I kept ointment on it and it was pretty much completely healed the day after our first session. I’m ready for a second round for sure,” he told you, lifting his shirt up at the hem and tugging it up over his head.
KEEP. YOUR. SHIT. TOGETHER. You let your eyes rake over his chiseled body on their way down to the tattoo and even though it was just line work, it already looked amazing. You were proud of your work so far and couldn’t wait to bring the rest of the tattoo to life.
“Looks great! When you’re ready, go ahead and get situated. I grabbed the pillows already,” you told him pointing to the corner of your little tattoo room.
He contemplated for a minute before shrugging and sitting down without them. “Eh, I'm feeling adventurous today. Let’s try without pillows and see how it goes.”
You watched as he took a seat on the leather bench then lowered himself down onto his back. Once you were relatively sure he was okay, you began pulling your colored inks out of their designated spots on the shelf and grabbed some cups. “Did you want the colors to match what Steve had on the drawing?” You asked. An idea was shaping in your mind, and it did not match the star-spangled monstrosity Steve had filling the design.
Bucky surprised you though, saying, “I’m not married to the idea. I’ve seen your work and I respect it. If you’re thinking something else, by all means help yourself, doll.”
Smiling, you turned away from him and began pulling ink tops off and filling cups with it. “You respect my work?”
Bucky felt himself flushing again, embarrassed by his forwardness. “Yeah. Definitely.”
Feeling the shift in his temperment, you turned back to him. “I heard stories, you know. The infamous James Buchanan Barnes, ladies’ man extraordinaire. How come you’re getting all bashful with me?”
Your bluntness startled a laugh from him, and goddammit you’d do anything to hear that low, throaty sound again. “Well, you know. Circumstances change. I see the value in a good woman more now than I ever did before. Makes me nervous that I’ll fuck it up and say something stupid.”
It’s your turn to laugh at that. “Bucky, people say stupid shit all the time. They still get laid.”
“Ha! I guess you’re right. Steve is my best friend! You’d think I would know that by now!” There it was again; that laugh.
“Well, how about we make a deal,” you began, turning to face him now that your equipment was set up and your gloves were on. “Why don’t we just forget about saying stupid shit and have ourselves some genuine conversation while we continue this masterpiece, huh?”
His eyes softened and his smile widened, the laughter had gone but the happiness still evident. “You got it, doll.”
“Excellent! Do you want to sanitize today or would you like me to try?” You were eager to see what the experience would be like for him today. He made amazing progress in just one sitting, but people tended to regress slightly before moving forward again.
You could see the struggle taking place in his mind as it was written all over his features. “Listen, you don’t have to push through everything today. You’ll be back in another couple days and we can try again th-” You stopped your own rant when you felt Bucky’s rough fingers gripping your own.
“Uh, Sarge? What are you doing?” You asked, not sure where he was going with his actions.
“Relax, doll. I’m trying something. Is this okay?” You nodded, urging him to continue. “I think, maybe, if I can hold on to your hands while you do it, at least until I get used to your hands on my skin again, it’ll be better.” That was actually a genius idea. You told him as much, too.
He let your hands go so that you could grab the sanitizer and a paper towel. After you poured a bit of the sanitizer on the towel, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his skin. An audible breath left his lungs. “You’re ok, Bucky. You are in control,” you said, making sure your voice was soft and steady.
He pulled your hand towards himself and winced slightly at the initial contact. He relaxed immediately, though, and looked up at you. His face was illuminated with pride and his smile made your heart flutter. “You’re doing great!”
“I’m gonna let go of your hands now. Can you, um, would you mind keeping them there? Just for a few more seconds?”
Bucky slowly let go of his grip on your hands and let his own fall to his sides, marveling at the way your hands moved gently over his skin. “This feels… different. Good.”
“Awesome, Sarge! The sanitizing is done so I’m going to remove my hands now, okay?” He nodded, watching as your gloved fingers pulled away from his abdomen. He found himself wishing that you didn’t have to pull away at all.
You had grabbed your tattoo machine and with it in hand turned back toward Bucky once more. “I’m going to use a little more contact during this session due to the colors and the amount of space needing filled. If you get cagey and need to stop me just say the word. I’ll stop the machine to check on you every once in a while, too.”
“You're very understanding,” he told you with a thoughtful smirk.
“It’s what I pride myself on,” you said with a wink. “I’m going to put my hand on your skin now, okay?”
Bucky nodded, bracing himself for the contact. When the needles touched his skin, he couldn’t help but jump. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Will I ever get used to that?”
You thought about it while you filled in a section, then as you paused to wipe the ink and blood away you shrugged. “Honestly? I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone not have that reaction at first contact with the machine.”
Bucky nodded. He had begun to relax, sinking into the chair as you moved. Your hands hadn’t left his skin completely since the machine turned on and he was practically giddy with pride at how well he had been handling it. Actually, when he really focused on the area you were touching, he could admit that the feel of your hands on his skin felt kind of nice.
“You doin’ okay up there, Sarge?” You asked, feeling him slip into his own mind and pulling him back to the present.
“Yeah. Just reflecting, I guess. Having your hands on me is a good feeling. I’m starting to get used to it.”
“That’s amazing to hear! I still want you to tell me if you need a break though, okay?” He nodded, eyelids drifting closed as he sank into the rhythm of the tattoo machine and the sound of your voice. “Why don’t you tell me about Steve?” you asked, hoping for some conversation. It would be easier to see how his mental state was if he were talking.
“Where do you want me to start?” He asked. It seemed as though most of the world knew everything there was to know about their friendship. “Have you been to the Captain America exhibit?”
You laughed. “Of course I have. I know the basics, but I want you to tell me stories. Something no one else would know.”
Bucky smiled softly as he searched through cloudy memories of his best friend. “Well, when we were kids, I was always getting us into trouble. I mean, loads of trouble. This one time, we were out with these two girls and I remember sneaking up into my date’s room. Both girls went through the front door of her house, but Steve and me couldn’t very well walk in behind them. I started climbing the gutter on the side of her house and her dad must’ve heard because this scary looking giant of a man came storming out ready to murder me I swear.”
You began laughing, clearly picturing the story playing out in front of you. “Oh my god, really?” you asked as you wiped his skin. “Did he have a shotgun or something?”
A shit-eating grin practically split Bucky’s face in half. “No, no. He was just a huge wall of muscle. But Steve, he had no regard for self-preservation. And he was a nice guy. He actually went and chatted the guy up, telling him he was just making sure his daughter got home and up to her room alright before taking off, giving me the chance to climb all the way up without the guy even noticing!”
“You’re kidding, right?” You were totally invested in his words.
He shook his head and placed his metal hand over his heart. “It’s the god’s honest truth!”
“So, what happened after? Did Steve sneak up too?” A furiously red blush began spreading across Bucky’s face and neck, creeping down his torso. “You’re a sly little shit, Bucky Barnes. Tell me you did not.”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t, doll.” He was staring at you as he said the words with a smoldering look in his eyes and good lord if this was what a flirty Bucky was like you were in for it.
“Well I’ll be damned. You really are a ladies’ man.”
You heard a soft sigh spill out of Bucky’s mouth before he said, “Correction, I was a ladies’ man.”
You couldn’t help but scoff at that. “Are. Present tense. Have you looked in the mirror recently? Have you seen your face?” And with that the blush covering his skin was back with a vengeance.
-
The two of you continued through the session telling stories and laughing, while you periodically checked in with him. Things were going so well you didn’t even take breaks and before you knew it you were finished for the day. His skin was red and angry, but it was looking beautiful.
Bucky had been quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought you presumed. You finished wiping his skin, maintaining contact as much as possible. You were so proud of the progress he had made. “Alright, Sarge. You’re finished,” you told him, removing your hands from his warm skin.
It was then that you noticed it; the smallest of whimpers followed by a hoarsely whispered “no.”
Shit, shit, shit. He laid flat on his back, as tense as could be. His hands were formed into fists, clenched tightly at his sides and sweat covered him from head to toe. Once the situation registered in your mind, you moved as quickly as you could.
You tore the gloves from your hands and began speaking to him softly. “Bucky, it’s okay. You’re safe.” You moved closer to him and placed your hands on either side of his jaw, rubbing his scruffy cheeks. “Bucky,” you repeated, “it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re in the tattoo shop.”
Another strangled whimper left him and your heart began pounding into overdrive. “Bucky!” Your voice had gotten louder and you began carding your fingers through his hair as you spoke. “Bucky, you’re okay. You’re safe. Please. Open your eyes for me.”
You continued carding your fingers through his hair and talking to him, reassuring him, and finally after a few minutes he began to come out of it. His breathing slowed, the tension left his limbs, and his eyes opened to look at you. “Doll?”
“Bucky! Holy shit you’re back. Thank god.” Your hands were still in his hair and you made no effort to move. “What happened?”
“Can I… Uh… Can I grab some water?” He asked, ignoring your question.
You looked at him carefully before saying, “Yes, I’ll get it for you. I’m going to move my hands away from you now but I’ll be right back, okay?” He nodded and you walked out of the little room, giving him space to process what the fuck just happened.
-
He had been joking and laughing and telling stories, and before he knew it he was remembering bits of his time as The Soldier. Missions. Being treated like an object. Hydra. It was horrible. Blood was everywhere. It was so cold, always so fucking cold. The only thing keeping him grounded was your hands on him, ironically enough. Until they weren’t on him anymore.
He could hear you talking to him. He heard his name, he felt your touch, but he couldn’t move. For a fleeting moment he even feared it was Hydra coming for him. He knew better, though.
After a few moments, he fought his way out of the memories. He was okay, he was safe. He was with you.
-
After getting him a small glass of water, you instructed him to get off the bench and check out the work you had done on his tattoo during that session. He was a little shaky still, but after giving his approval he let you bandage him up.
“Listen, Sarge. I noticed how you conveniently dodged my question about what happened, but we need to talk about that. We need an open line of communication and trust between us, okay? I’m going to take you out for some coffee and make sure you get back to the tower safely.”
He didn’t even have the energy to fight you on it.
-
The two of you approached and entered your favorite place to eat in all of Brooklyn: Frankie’s Donuts. It was an absolute dive, but you hadn’t found better coffee anywhere ever in your entire life and their food was amazing, too. You found a small booth in the back of the restaurant away from prying eyes and ears. After placing your coffee orders, you turned to face him.
“Now that we’re here… Wanna tell me what happened back there?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Do I have to?” The look on your face told him your answer. “Alright. I guess with all the storytelling I just started kind of falling into old memories. Hydra memories. I was okay though, I think your hands on me kept me grounded. When you pulled away I guess I just… Panicked.”
“Is there something I could have done to prevent that from happening?” You wondered if you should have stopped to check on him more when things got quiet. Maybe you should have stopped for a break even if he hadn’t asked for one.
“No, doll. This was all on me. I should have spoken up.”
He moved so that his forearms rested on the tabletop and his hands were clenched in front of him. You covered his hands with your own as you spoke. “Bucky, I know those memories must not have been nice ones. Do you want to talk about them?”
“I… uh… I don’t remember everything. I just get snippets of memories every so often, so there’s not much to talk about. But a lot of it is just the same thing over and over again, just different scenarios.”
You thanked the waitress, who had stopped to drop off your coffees, before looking to Bucky. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with this. You don’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
He’s heard those same words from just about everyone he’s encountered in the time he’s been back yet none of them meant anything compared to yours.
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The mood subtly shifted as the two of you sipped your coffees and made small conversation. He asked questions about you, where you grew up, your favorite color, your family, your friends, and he even stuttered through asking if you were single. You told him how you began painting, what drew you to tattooing, and why you find it so enjoyable.
Conversation between the two of you came easy, and before either of you realized, hours had passed. “Hey, we’re closing,” the waitress said as she brought you the bill. “I hope your date was lovely,” she added thoughtfully.
Bucky turned the darkest shade of red and you snorted a small laugh out. “Thanks, Marge. You’re sweet!”
“Why didn’t you tell her we weren’t on a date?” Bucky asked when his wits returned.
“Because she’s a sweet old lady. And besides, I wouldn’t hate it if this were a date, you know,” you told him with a wink.
His answering smirk sent the butterflies in your stomach into a tizzy. “In that case, doll, I do believe I’ll be paying,” he said, snatching the bill from your hands. You stood there with your jaw hanging open as he paid. “C’mon, doll. Steve will start to worry if I don’t get back soon.”
You snapped your jaw shut and followed after him as he walked out of the diner and onto the streets of Brooklyn. Instead of letting you walk him to the tower, he walked you back to the shop where your car waited.
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“Thanks for the coffee, Sarge,” you told him as you walked toward the shop. “I can’t remember the last time something like that happened.”
The two of you approached your car and he lightly grasped your arm. “No, doll. Thank you. For everything you did today.” He pulled you in towards him allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist. He hugged you back and as he pulled away, placed the smallest kiss on your cheek.
-
It was on that journey from Brooklyn to Manhattan that Bucky realized he had gone on a date for the first time in over 70 years. With you. Fuck him if the thought of seeing you again didn’t feel like the most amazing thing.
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“Stark?” Bucky yelled as he walked into his lab. “You in here?”
“Over here,” Tony called from behind a table looking at the mechanism of something Bucky couldn’t even begin to even want to comprehend.
“I have an idea. Oh and a favor to ask of you…”
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Colour
Summary: The three and only three times before the official “outfit change” Virgil wore color.
Warnings: mention of Deceit, implied manipulative relationship, few swears, non descriptive panic attack, descriptive crying, self doubt, self hatred
Word count: 1828
Pairings: Mentions of pre-romance Prinxeity
A/N: I was working on my Famous Teen Roman AU and then I accidentally created this Color AU in which Dark Sides are just that- Dark. They have no ability to create anything with color unlike the Light Sides who do. This is Virgil’s struggles with this conundrum.
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The first time, it started off with brightly colored socks. None of the other sides had ever seen Virgil wear anything other than black or the occasional grey. So, when he walked into the kitchen that morning with mostly-yellow socks with staggers of black in them on, they were confused. Roman noticed it first, as he was the side near the entrance to the kitchen. The interaction went something like the creative side complimenting the yellow socks, how black and yellow looked good together, and Virgil looking down and promptly returning to his room. Anxiety didn’t even say a word when he noticed the color of his socks, only leaving and not returning until Patton called him down for lunch.
The second time a smidge of color came into Virgil’s wardrobe wasn’t actually his clothes. One night when he came down for dinner, his nails were painted a dark purple. Logan noticed them first this time as he watched Anxiety’s fingers take a bread roll. He remarked how he never understood any purpose behind nail polish. Virgil blushed and hunched his shoulders, but didn’t leave. He seemed more comfortable after Roman started talking about how awesome nail polish could be.
The third time Virgil ever wore color around the other sides was much more shocking. That being said, Anxiety was wearing a purple shirt when the sides had their movie marathon. Patton squealed about how amazing the shirt looked on Virgil, and how he loved the color purple on him. Roman asked how Virgil managed to create such an amazing design with the tattered holes that didn’t break the integrity of the shirt. Virgil brushed it off, saying it was just in his room. Logan was happy to contribute his idea that Anxiety’s main color might be purple, but Virgil just grimaced and asked to play the movie. Roman’s eyes almost never looked at the screen that night, looking instead from Virgil’s shirt to his cracked nail polish.
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The first time Virgil ever tried to make color appear on his clothing was a difficult one. He was a Dark Side, but he never wanted the others to know that. But the glaring problem was that he didn’t naturally have a main color like the Light Sides did. He had black. He was absence of color, and for a long time Virgil didn’t mind that. But since he revealed his name to the others and had a heartfelt moment with them a few days prior, he felt left out. All the other main sides had a specific color: Patton had light blue, Logan had dark blue, and Roman had red. If he was supposed to be becoming one of the famILY, then he should have color in his wardrobe. Simple right?
Wrong. Virgil was never meant to have color. He was meant to be dark and anxious; he was the dark and twisted form of something good. So, when he started off small and was trying to make purple socks appear in his hands, he was having trouble. Time and time again, the only type of socks that would appear were black ones. A few times he managed to get a light grey, making a throb appear behind his forehead. Virgil was absolutely frustrated. He was seething, throwing the third pair of light grey socks against the wall and around a pile of five black socks.
His head was pounding, blood rushing to his face. Virgil was panting, tired and skeptical that he could make anything that wasn’t greyscale. He closed his eyes, though, and focused as hard as he could. With a splitting pain running it’s way from his left eye, down his cheek, and to the back of his head, he produced his last try of socks. After the splitting pain passed, he opened his eyes. Even in the heightened darkness of his room from his frustration, he could see they had some sort of color. Virgil couldn’t tell just what color he had created, but he didn’t really care. After eight different tries, he finally got something that wasn’t fucking black, and he was content. He slipped on his new creation and made his way down the stairs.
When Roman told him his socks were a nice yellow and black look, and when he looked down at his feet to see, Virgil was disgusted with himself. Yellow was an accent color full of misguidance and lies. It was the showy remark of Deceit, just enough to invoke the question if his lying was good. If he was good. The accent of yellow was enough for that Dark Side to convince Virgil that he wasn’t bad; that he would love and protect him. Virgil was exposed to the truth after all that time shadowed by nothing but lies, but it still loomed over him every single day. So he turned and ran from those who were starting to accept him, and hid away in his dark room and broke. He disposed of the sickening yellow, and vowed to never try and make color again. He didn’t want to become like Deceit in image or character, no matter what.
The second time Virgil considered trying to add color to his aesthetic was nothing like the time prior. After his pitiful attempt to make purple cloth, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to create anything with color. Virgil came to terms with that. He accepted that he would never be more than the villain full of darkness, no matter what the others said, and that he would never make color. Just because Virgil accepted it, though, didn’t mean he was content with it.
It all started again accidentally about two weeks later. Virgil had been passing Roman’s room to go downstairs when the aforementioned side opened his door. When he did, Virgil was able to look past into the room and see a small tub of nail polish. Laying on top of the pile was a purple jar. Hope inside of the anxious side lit again, urging him to go inside Roman’s room and take the nail color.
He did, eventually. At one point during the evening, Thomas summoned Roman and Virgil was free to enter Roman’s room and take the nail polish. He retreated to his own room and began to make quick work of applying the color onto his nails. It didn’t take long as he thought, and he had the color back in Roman’s room before the side returned.
When the other sides said the purple looked nice on his nails, the hope inside Virgil’s chest grew. A tiny part of him hoped that if the other sides accepted that his color could be purple, then they would unknowingly give him some power to create the color. He was glad to see that the color that Roman created stuck well to him, the nail polish not fading or chipping faster than regular nail polish. The small moment put into him small hope.
The third time, Virgil was crying. He had been for quite some time. He was emotional, frustrated, and felt not at all like the side the others said he could be a month ago. He was yelling at the shadows, grabbing at his hair as panic bloomed in his chest. It wasn’t like the Light Sides cast him out from among them, but it certainly felt like they held hatred toward him again. Roman discovered that Virgil had been stealing the nail polish, and yelled. Virgil always hated it when people yelled in general, but especially at him.
In the moment, all he could feel was the guilt and self loathing gripping at his chest as Roman yelled, as Patton looked on with disappointed eyes, and as Logan watched with resentment. So he secluded himself again, sobbing his panic out inside his sound resistant walls. All Virgil could think about now was the snarky remark Roman made in the mists of yelling, “Why don’t you just call your own nail polish into being, Anxiety?”
Roman didn’t know. He didn’t know that Virgil was a broken side, a perfect Dark Side that couldn’t bear color like the others. Virgil wanted to scream that back at Roman now, that he was sorry that he couldn’t be the Light Side that Roman wanted him to be. But as Virgil sniffed, he thought maybe the prince was right. He hadn’t tried to make any purple cloth since the failed attempt with the socks, but maybe the added emotion could help him. Hopefully.
So Virgil did yell. He voiced with a raw throat a blood curdling scream, crying and hoping, wishing, that he could make something worthwhile. His tear stained eyes with smudged makeup were shut tightly as he continued to loudly burst forth sound. It was long and terrifying, with the echo that came about only when he was panicking enough. He knew that the others probably would be able to hear some of this, but he didn’t care. Virgil made his voice louder as the request progressed, items in his room shaking.
“I. Want. To. Make. Fucking. COLOR-!”
Virgil dropped to the floor. He was weak, legs no longer able to support him. His arms lay limp next to him, his breath ragged against his sore throat. The anxious side could no longer clench his fists, nor could he find it in him to cry anymore. He was so unbelievably exhausted, laying there on the floor like some of his life force had been ripped out of his chest. Virgil felt something drop onto the floor next to him, but he couldn’t muster the energy to care. Anxiety heard a knocking on his door, but his eyes closed before he could answer.
When he woke from his impromptu nap on the floor, Virgil found a purple shirt next to him. It must have been the cloth he felt fall next to him. He picked it up, examining it, happiness spreading through his veins. He was still inexplicably tired, but Virgil didn’t care at that moment. He put on the shirt and went downstairs, expecting worry, only to find that no one had any knowledge of his screaming match. They all complimented the shirt, and Roman forgave him for taking his nail polish.
When Anxiety returned to his room that night, he fell into his bed and passed into sleep immediately. That was a rare occurrence for Virgil, it being more rare that he slept for a whole day afterward. When he did manage to wake himself up, he found two other large scraps of purple fabric on his floor where he had his meltdown the day prior. It wasn’t anything discernible, but one glance to a tattered black sweatshirt in the corner and an Idea sparked in Virgil’s head. If this was the most he could do, he would work around it. He wasn’t willing to give up anymore; Virgil was going to have a color.
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nothing else matters
Steve had been stealing his clothes long before they moved in together, hell, long before they were even dating. But he can’t ever remember his baby ever wearing his hoodie.
fluff, smut, 1890 words
[ao3]
Bucky had just come back from a long day at the university, Clint had already put up the horrific combination of Halloween and Christmas decorations that stay up in the office until at least January 14 (currently it smelled like pumpkin spice and cinnamon, there was precious little time until it would begin smelling like ‘Christmas’ and non of the heaters would work) and it was dark by the time he had locked the door of his and his boyfriend's apartment behind him and hung up his keys on the hook next to Steve’s. He let his bag fall to the floor, teeming with essays to mark; he loved teaching collage kids, lord knows they’re better than high-schoolers – no matter what age you were, high school was hell – but damn, they wrote a lot, and went to find Steve.
Bucky found him in the kitchen, at their table with papers upon papers with red, green and blue numbers and graphs and Steve’s horrendous chicken-scratch all over it in purple (his boyfriend was an artist by trade, there was no doubt about that, and he loved him, undeniably, but he couldn’t read it at a—
Steve was wearing his hoodie.
Bucky froze, half in the doorway, half in the kitchen. Half illuminated by the soft, yellow light, half shrouded in darkness.
“Hey Baby.”
“Oh hey Buck,” Steve turned around and fuck he was wearing his glasses. Bucky knew that he hated them, Steve said that they made him look ‘nerdy’ and that ‘no one would trust a half-blind tattoo artist’ but Bucky thought they looked downright adorable.
“Watcha’ doin’,” he asked, falling into his accent more, smirking little when Steve’s eyes widened.
He closed his eyes, trying to keep himself under control because they’ve been together for six years dammit, Bucky’s fucking voice should not have that much of an affect on him anymore but fuck it still does.
However, Steve knew how to play to his strengths. Bucky had a huge possessive kink (he wasn’t sure if he was aware of it or not, but it was definitely there).
Steve shrugged his shoulders, seemingly nonchalantly, making sure the hoodie – Bucky’s hoodie – slipped a little, exposing part of his collar bone and neck, showing off a faint purple hickey from two nights ago and the chain of Bucky’s dog tags.
“Finances,” he said, finally, standing up and twisting the rest of his body around to face Bucky. He lifted his arms up, asking a silent question. Bucky immediately complied, stepping forwards in two long strides and wrapping his boyfriend up in his arms.
“Love you,” Steve murmured into Bucky’s shirt. Bucky smiled into his hair, “I love ya too, Stevie.”
Steve pulled back slightly to stand on his tiptoes and kissed Bucky. Home, finally.
The kiss turned frantic, dirty and hot quickly. Bucky swiped his tongue across Steve’s bottom lip, asking for permission, which he was immediately granted, Steve opened his mouth more for Bucky’s tongue to lick and prod every inch of it.
Steve groaned when they pulled back for air. He looked utterly wrecked; his hair was a mess, his glasses were askew, his lips were red, shiny and spit-slicked and his pupils were blown wide. All from a kiss.
“Fuck, Stevie, you look so good,” Bucky said, tilting his head to trail kisses down Steve’s neck, biting and licking at the old mark, “in my hoodie, those fucking glasses, marked by me, wearin’ my tags.”
Steve tilted his head back to give Bucky more access, he bit harshly at a new spot on his collar bone making Steve gasp “Buck…”, he licked at the spot and kissed it softly, smirking at the bruise already forming.
Bucky pulled Steve up and kissed him again thoroughly, taking and taking and taking, swallowing every little gasp and moan he made, “Want you, Buck.” Bucky slid his hands lower until he reached Steve’s perfect ass, he kneaded it between his fingers, pulling a groan from both of them.
Suddenly, Bucky picked Steve up, his hands securely on is ass and Steve’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms around Bucky’s neck.
He carried him to their bedroom with minimal bumping (they were never gonna get that deposit back on their apartment), he flicked the light on and dropped Steve on his back on their bed, “I want to fuck you, Stevie,” Bucky said, his voice borderline growling,
“Baby, I’m all yours,” Steve said breathlessly, “all yours.”
Their hands were frantic, running up and down backs, arms, biceps, hair. Their clothes were coming off, fast, jeans, shirt, undershirt, but when Steve reached to pull off the hoodie he was wearing, Bucky stopped him, “I want to fuck you in it,”
Steve moaned at that, “Then get on with it,”
Bucky bit his shoulder, “Bossy,”
Steve looked up at him through hooded eyes, his pupils dilated so much, his irises were mere blue slivers and gasped when Bucky bit his shoulder again and licked at the mark.
Steve ground up against Bucky, their erections, trapped in their boxers, rubbing together, making both of them groan. “These,” Steve said, “off,” Bucky immediately complied, pulling back to tug his underwear off and lifting Steve’s hips to pull his off as well.
They stopped, staring into each other’s eyes for a beat, before Steve rolled them over, managing to do it more by surprise than actual strength, so he ended up on top.
He began kissing and licking and biting down Bucky’s muscled torso, leaving a wet trail of bruises, reaching his cock and stretching his lips around the tip.
Bucky let out a shout and slipped his hands into Steve’s hair, pulling a little, making Steve moan around his cock, sending vibrations up his spine, “Fuck, Stevie.”
Steve made it all the way to the base of Bucky’s cock, his nose hitting his stomach, when he pulled off, making Bucky groan, he said, “Buck, can I ride you,”
“Fuck, Stevie, baby, yeah,” he pulled him up for a fierce kiss, biting his lip, almost drawing blood, making Steve moan, loudly, barely muffled by Bucky’s lips.
Without breaking their kiss, Bucky reached blindly for the lube of their night stand, knocking over something in the process (he didn’t really care right now). He manoeuvred them so he was sitting up against the headboard with his legs spread slightly and Steve was sitting on his thighs, his legs straddling Bucky’s waist.
Bucky opened up their bottle of lube, one handed, with a click and slicked up one finger, trailing his hand down to Steve’s crack, he teased his hole. Steve let out a high-pitched moan and arched his back, trying to grind down on his finger.
“Bucky,” he whined,
“I will, baby, I will,” Bucky reassured him, kissing him softly, pulling away when Steve tried to make it deeper and dirtier. He kissed him on the cheek, then, pushed his finger in slowly, first, second, third knuckle in and pumped it in and out of Steve.
Steve let out a loud moan, “More, Buck, please,” he begged, Bucky complied, sliding a second finger in with the first, scissoring and bending them then—
“FUCK, Bucky,” Steve yelled when Bucky grazed his prostate, moving his hips to try and get Bucky to move faster and harder. Steve was almost constant noise, most of it coherent strings of ‘fuck’ ‘Bucky’ ‘more’ and ‘harder’, some of just moans, god he was beautiful.
When Bucky added a third, lubed finger, to make sure he was thoroughly stretched, Steve closed his eyes and tried to ride his hand, Bucky stilled him, “Ah, Stevie, you’re so fucking desperate, baby, tryna’ ride my hand, can’t wait for my cock, can ya, sugar,”
Steve let out a sound, half moan, half Bucky’s name, at Bucky’s words and that fucking accent.
He gasped at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing when Bucky took his hand out to lube his cock, he moaned at the friction and at the bruising kisses Steve was biting and liking down his neck, unable to keep his hands (and lips) off him.
Bucky held onto Steve’s hips and helped him kneel up, his hole hovering above his cock. Steve held onto Bucky’s shoulders, both of them groaning in tandem, as he lowered himself down, until Steve was fully seated on Bucky’s cock.
The only sound in the room for a few seconds was their breathing, in time. They kissed, sweetly, and then Steve began to rock up and down slowly on Bucky’s cock, pulling deep, low groans from him.
He built up speed until he was bouncing up and down, his thighs tensing and his hole clenching, his sweaty hair flopping all over the place. He was constant noise, all of it an incoherent mess of curses and moans and whines and Bucky.
Bucky wasn’t doing any better than Steve, he was quieter than him but he was still constant noise, little huffs and groaned and an innumerable amount of pet names and nicknames for Steve.
Bucky rolled them over when he noticed Steve slowing down a little, his breath coming faster, so he was on top, Steve was on his back, boxed in by Bucky’s arms, folded in fucking half as Bucky pounded into him relentlessly, hitting his prostate with every thrust.
Steve was overwhelmed by Bucky, he was wearing his hoodie, he was on top of him, boxed in, Bucky in him.
“Buck, Bucky, ah, I’m cl-cl-fuck-close,”
“I know, baby, oh fuck you’re so tight sugar, oh fuck, I know,”
“Bucky!—
“Fuck, Stevie, baby!”
They both came, Steve a loud, incoherent mess of Bucky-Bucky-Bucky all over Bucky and his hoodie and Bucky inside of Steve, filling him up.
Bucky collapsed half on top of Steve, not completely as to not crush him, half twisted in the sheets. “I love you, baby, I love you,” Bucky panted, pulling out of Steve, watching his come trickle out of his puffy hole, down his thighs. “I love you too, Bucky, so goddamn much,” Steve replied, winding a hand through his hair, wrapping it around his fingers.
They stayed like that for a while, time meaningless to them, then Steve wriggled around, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “You’re possessive kink is hot, Buck, but I’m hot in this,” Steve said, answering Bucky’s questioning look, “I know you’re hot in’it, baby, tha’s why I ask’d you ta’ keep it sugar,” Bucky laughed, slurring his words a little, not even attempting to dodge the hoodie sleeve Steve slapped his way.
“Shut up, Buck,” he said, still smiling, throwing the hoodie somewhere onto the floor, on top of Bucky’s shirt, smearing come onto the shirt, welp, Bucky thought, he wasn’t wearing that shirt to work again.
Bucky tugged Steve back down, wrapping his arm around his waist and kissing his forehead when Steve cuddled into his chest.
Steve was the very personification of the rain cloud emoji, on many days and to many people, but he was always, always, cuddly and soft after sex, and Bucky loved it, he loved him so fucking much it hurt sometimes. He knew he was making ‘heart-eyes’ (as Clint was ever-so-fond of saying) down at him but he could’ve bring himself to care, because, when Steve smiled up at him, mirroring his ‘heart-eyes’, nothing else mattered.
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Cyclamens and Snapdragons
Hi, I'm here to ruin your night :) I mean-
I now give you, the second Ryder drabble~
First Second Third Fourth Fifth Sixth Seventh
Cyclamens are a lovely breed of flowers. They come in an arrangement of lovely hues such as pink, or purple, or white. These flowers, though they're adorable appearance, are quite poisonous and signify resignation, departure or separation which makes them appropriate for funeral bouquets or when something has been divided.
Snapdragons are yet another wonderful breed of flowers. They come in a variety of red, orange, yellow, pink or white. These flowers, unlike cyclamens, are harmless and possess a meaning of the same nature, in a manner. They signify graciousness, beauty, charm whilst hiding away the truth. Snapdragons signify falsehood, or deception.
Ryder was completely satisfied. He whistled to himself as he left the house he knew a certain set of parents lived in. He walked through the lovely, green grass that was filled with so many flowers that he casually stepped on without a care. How pathetic this entire family was. The D'Vitts, excluding his goddess Jelly of course.
Speaking of, it was now time to visit his lovely dame who was most likely at work by now while her stupid brother was at his vulnerability by now. Everything was falling right into place as it should have, now all he needed was to talk to Jelly who he knew would not believe his words. Then, he would find the vermin she called her mate, and bada bing bada boom, Jelly would be begging at his feet.
"You are so repulsive, you know that?" he heard an accented voice whisper, and Ryder rolled his eyes before he spoke out loud to the voice nobody else could hear.
"And? What's your point, Jamie?"
"Why are you committing all these heinous acts? Why...why did you have to do that to their mother?"
"Because they all deserved it. For being idiots, for standing in my way. I warned them and they didn't want to listen, so now they will."
"No, no they will not! You and I agreed to harm nobody-"
"We agreed that I wasn't going to fuck up and get Jelly, and nothing more! You didn't even think twice when I asked you to lend me your rotting corpse, because you yourself were being selfish!"
"I never knew that Jelly had a mate! If I would have known, I would have denied your request in a heartbeat!"
"Oh James, you hypocrite. Stop talking already! You're making my head hurt."
"Your head! Why, this is my body which you are inhabiting in! And need I warn you, exit my body or I shall-"
"What are you going to do? Annoy me to death? Make sure you prevent me from moving so you can die again?"Ryder asked, never receiving a response which made him nod and laugh. "That's exactly what I thought Mendax. You're all bark and no bite."
Ryder continued taking his little stroll, then taking a sniff of the air which make him turn his nose in disgust as his eyes fell on his suit. He grit his teeth when he realized that his glowing, white shirt was now stained with green and red. How disgusting, he actually managed to get the parents' blood on him. Now how was he going to look presentable in front of Jelly?
Ryder shook his head in disappointment, then shrugging to himself as he smiled and continued walking. He had gotten quite far now and as starting to reach the area in which all the buildings were, but he stopped as he stood on the sidewalk when he caught a wonderful scent: strawberries.
He turned his head to the right where he would need to go to find Jelly's building, smelling nothing but all the other things he didn't care about. He then turned to his left which was where he would find the suburbs and the woods, smelling strawberries very strongly which made him lick his lips and smirk as he followed the scent. What in the world was Jelly doing in that part of town? No matter, at least he would have her alone, and all to himself.
"Please, please calm down. I promise, everything's gonna be okay. I just need you to be quiet for now, okay?"
Ula gently stroked Mana's head before she placed a kiss onto it, and he looked up at her before she stood straight and opened her hand. The alien axolotl looked at it, seeing that a small bud appeared on her palm, right before it beautifully bloomed into a forget me not. She carefully took it with her other hand and took a sniff of it, nodding as she could smell the wonderful scent that belonged to her mother, and she turned to the tree right next to her before carefully tucking it in between the leaves.
"Come on Mana, let's go."she whispered before she started walking and fixed her backpack, Mana carefully walked behind her. Ula approached yet another tree after having skipped a few, then repeating the process of her flower making, but she instead created a lamprocapnos that had the same scent of the forget me not. She placed the flower into the tree and continued onto the next one, but stopped herself when she heard branches cracking.
"Mana, shhh."she breathed out, then hiding behind the tree as she held Mana and her backpack close. Ula peered from the side, then hiding again in a hurry when she noticed him, the Jabberwocky, not too far off yet not too near either. She grabbed Mana's collar and lead him through the woods, keep an eye on Ryder as he picked at his teeth, never catching her scent or Mana's because of the tiny flowers that were scattered around everywhere, leading him to where Ula wanted. She made a hole in the ground and let Mana jump in, then starting to close it before Mana popped his head out worriedly before she pet his head.
"Shhh, it's okay. You'll be okay, and I'll be okay."she reassured him, then reaching into her backpack to reveal the plushie her grandmother had made for her, Bennie the Bean. "He's gonna take care of me, okay? If you really, really, really need to get out, I left a rabbit hole outside of Cuckoo's circus, which is pretty close to here."
Ula leaned down and kissed Mana's head one more time before she carefully pushed him down, then closing the rabbit hole as she heard whistling echo through the woods. It was time for the knight to slay the Jabberwocky. After hearing a few more footsteps and noticing that the whistling got closer, Ula shut her eyes and quietly let out a deep breath before she opened her eyes to step out from behind tree.
"Hey, you! Ryder!"
All of a sudden, her green eyes looked into hazel ones that belonged to a now smirking face that looked at her. Ryder placed his hands right behind him as he stopped walking, and he darkly chuckled to himself.
"Ah, Ula. Whatever could you be doing here...all alone?"
"None of your business, stupid!" Ula yelled out as she stuck her tongue out at him. "What are you doing here, loner!?"
"Loner? My, who taught you such harsh words tiny one?"
"Nunya!"
"I, what?"
"Nunya business! You big, stupid head!"Ula laughed, shaking her bottom in a taunting manner before she giggled to herself and ran away, Ryder frowning to himself as he took his hands out from behind to reveal multiple daggers. He grit his teeth and threw them with great speed and force that would have easily made them strike Ula in a second, if it weren't for the branches that appeared all of a sudden. Ryder grew confused, now staring at trees...moving trees, all with multiple sharp arms.
"What the-"
"Try to get me now dummy!" he heard Ula shout from above, and so he looked up to see that one of the trees was holding her up high as she made a funny face at him which only made him grow angrier. Ryder snapped his hands and made a series of more daggers that he threw at the moving trees, breaking some of their branches while Ula made her escape.
"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy!" Ryder yelled out, aiming at the branch Ula was about to hop onto which made it break, thus making her fall down as he smirked victoriously. Although, that smirk was wiped away once he saw a branch-hand grab Ula by the backpack before gingerly placing her onto the ground where she was now able to actually run away. Meanwhile, Ryder was stuck with the trees surrounding him.
He threw several daggers at them all, leaving them unarmed which finally gave him a path in between them all. Ryder ran through them, jumping and dodging every single one of their attacks after they had all easily sprouted new pairs of branch arms. Soon enough, he ran out before he tripped and landed roughly on the dirt, making him turn around with grit teeth as he noticed vines wrapped around his legs.
Ryder took out more of his daggers, throwing them at the thick and thorny vines which tightened their grip on him as they wrapped themselves around his body and pierced into his skin. He glared down at them, seeing how they not only grew longer, but they revealed to have been attached to large flowers that were closed up. That was, until they neared his legs and opened up to reveal arrays of teeth leading to a pit that was its mouth while its petals snapped open and close like jaws. Ryder threw one of his daggers into the mouth, making it close up and unwrap itself from him before it returned into the ground.
The man panted to himself for a moment, then making a run for it as the ground opened up to have another giant flower with teeth pounce at him. He dodged it, running as he noticed that the ground near him was moving, as if there were more roots and vines waiting to jump at him which easily made the ground a danger. He could have climbed the trees, but he knew those would attack right when they sensed his presence. For now, the ground would have to do.
"Ha! Ryder, you're such a slowpoke!" Ula's voice laughed out from above, and he looked up to see that the child was not standing in a proud pose while the trees quickly yet carefully passed her branch by branch while Ryder continued running.
"Oh darling, if only your mother were here to tell you otherwise."he shouted back, licking his lips while Ula grew perplexed. "Though, a child such as yourself wouldn't understand such things of course.~"
"Ugh! You're disgusting!"Ula yelled, not knowing what he meant, but she knew it was not a nice thing to say about her mother. So, she raised her hands as the trees kept moving her, and on each of her palms she sprouted strange looking plants which she threw down at him. Ryder threw a dagger at it, causing it to explode and release amber colored goo that fell everywhere, including Ryder's suit which made him growl.
"Look what you-Ah! What the fuck!?"he cried out, stopping his running before he looked down at his sleeve which was ripping away because of the goo, which was probably tree sap...that worked like acid! He reached over and attempted to pull it off of him, but instead got his hand stuck, thus making it burn his glove before going onto his skin.
"You, fucking-"
"Shut up already!" Ula interrupted, then throwing more of the strange plants which all hit Ryder and pushed him down due to their force. The man dropped down onto his back while his hands were stuck together, and now his torso before his legs followed, for Ula had thrown even more plants at him which made their sap stick all over him.
Ryder growled, he fought, he snapped his jaws repeatedly, he cursed, he did everything in a fit of anger, but was not successful in trying to get out of the sap which practically squirmed on him while burning horribly. He grit his teeth as he saw the trees gently set Ula down in front of him, and she gave him a smirk along with crossed arms.
"Off with your head!"she excitedly stated, raising both of her hands which held a tiny pearl that in an instant became a lovely sword. Ula grinned and raised it even higher above her head, then quickly lowering it down onto what was Ryder's face which made him shut his eyes. Although, he opened them when he felt no impact, instead hearing a scream that turned into chokes. Ryder looked up, furrowing his eyebrows as he saw that Ula was being held up in the air as she clawed at her throat, for there was a hand clasped onto it tightly which was making her choke.
"Brat almost got you...didn't she?" the hand's owner whispered, turning to Ryder as he assumed they looked at him straight in the eyes, considering how they wore a mask over their face. "Did you weaken that much, that the fish's own scamp was able to take you down so easily?"
"Who the hell are you?"Ryder asked, then seeing that the stranger dropped Ula who gasped for air as she held herself on the ground, too weak to do anything other than lay there. The stranger reached down and struggled, but removed all of the sap from Ryder which allowed him to stand up and dust his now ruined and tattered suit.
"Do you not recognize me?"
"With a mask, it's quite difficult recognizing anybody my dear."Ryder rolled his eyes before he saw the stranger, another clown, slightly shrink down in shame.
"I would much rather not remove my mask, though I will remind you that I had a foolish husband who looked exactly like you."
"I don't recall anybody looking like me."
"Because it's not you who I'm talking about, it's James. He's my husband." the clown muttered out, right before Ryder squinted his eyes at her. Then, he felt them grow wide as a smile came onto his face.
"Donna! Evie! Sweet pea, darling, apple of Jamie's eye, how have you been babes?"
"Not too well. The one I'm interested in is too lovesick with another."
"The feeling is here as well. Anyways, what's got you running around these musty woods."
"I sensed you and the brat, so I decided to propose an offer."
"An offer? Well let me tell you, I am not giving you any-"
"I don't desire any of your stupid lights. I desire the dark circus ringleader, Cuckoo."
"Have the hots for grandfather clock I see."
"Just how you are with Jelly, but I sense that your so called love is decreasing and now you only want to see her family suffer."
"You're right about that."
"But what if, I kill the others, and leave her all for yourself? You don't kill them, she doesn't snap at you."
"Sounds like a grand plan, but I do believe you must speak to my manager first."Ryder laughed, and the other clown tilted her head as she saw him shake his hands for a moment, cracking his fingers along with every single one of his bones. Evie glanced down at Ula who was finally crawling away, and she woman stepped on her little leg which made Ula cry out in pain before Evie reached down and grabbed her by the throat again, holding it tightly as she stared at Ryder whose expression was no longer so cocky, but instead...soft.
"D-Donna?"James accented voice spoke, no longer Ryder's own voice as the man brought a hand to his mouth. "I...I was told you died! An-and our child as well! Are they well?"
"James, oh shit. I thought that bitch killed you."
"Excuse me?"
"You do know I never did care about you, right?"Evie asked, shaking Ula around to make her stop wiggling around. "I was relieved when the fish got to you."
"I...Donna-"
"It's Evie you idiot."
"I...I know I...I cared ab-"
"You never cared about me! The only reason why your dumb ass was ever attracted to me, was because I made it that way! My mother made me like your stupid fish girlfriend, she gave me her voice, her face, ugh! Do you how awful it is having to look like that ugly wench!?"
"You...you can not possibly be serious..."
"What we had was just me fucking around with you, and you hurting Jelly without even knowing it. Her suffering is what I strive off of, and now she hates you which means I did good. Next, I'll kill her stupid kid so that she can feel even worse and think it's all your fault."
"You can not harm that child!"
"Oh Jamie, what are ya gonna do? Little Ula's gonna die~"
"What makes you think that, Mendax?"
"She is a child! That would be absolutely cruel, a-and-"
"You gonna let her do it? Time's running out!"
"A child, do you think I care about children?"
"Of course! We-we were married, you were with child! I remember! Surely you must have-"
"Must have what, kept the baby?"
"That thing? Why, the moment I let it out of my body..."
"You...you-"
"Oh, here it comes!~"
"I ate that thing, because I hate children! Especially, if their father is a complete buffoon. A coward."Evie spat out as James' expression dropped, his jaw open as his eyes widened and he stared at her in complete horror. "You're nothing James, I just used you to hurt Jelly. You're as spineless and brainless as she is."
There was a moment of silence before James grabbed Evie's lifted wrist, shoving it so that Ula was once again released and her nearly unconscious body dropped down. He then furrowed his eyebrows and let out a shaky breath as he felt a strong pain in his chest, right before he pulled Evie towards him in a rough motion.
"Hey! Let go of me you idiot!"she shouted, then gasping as her mask was pulled off of her to reveal the gorey mess that was supposedly her face. But James didn't care, nor did he care that she clawed at his hands and everything, for he opened his mouth very widely to reveal rows of teeth that all bit into her head. He kept on biting as she tried pushing him away, but she stopped squirming around once his mouth made it to her neck and he bit her head off.
"Wow! Jamie! Holy shit, never did I think you actually had it in you to kill somebody!"
The voice inside James' head received no reply, for James stared down at what was now a bloody mess and a headless corpse that dripped dark purple, floating blood as he dropped down onto his knees.
"Jamie? Come on, you gotta admit that was nice for you-"
"I can not believe it...I...I killed her..."
"You did! Now hurry up and-"
"This has...this has gone too far...please, Ryder, please...end this already. I have had enough of this."
"No you haven't! You just started, barely got a taste of your true, killer instinct."
"I have never been cared for, the only one who cared about me...was Jelly, and I took her for granted..." James whispered, feeling tears prickle the corners of his eyes while he looked over at Ula who was attempting to breathe properly. He crawled over to her and shakily reached out to her, then feeling as if his hand was pulled away.
"Ha! Gotcha! Vulnerable and stupid as always James!" Ryder laughed out as he now took control of the body, then standing up as he grabbed Ula by the backpack and let her hang in the air. "Anyways, let's get back to the killing."
"Ryder, don-"
"No...stop..."Ula breathed out, trying to reach up and make another plant on her palm, but the choking had caused her to become weak and drop her hand in defeat. "Please...I...want my...mama."
"Should have thought about that before you decided to pull any of these stunts kid."Ryder stated, and he saw Ula attempt to raise her hand again to reach into her backpack. "Oh, what, you have a cardboard sword in there? Here, let me help you."
Ryder unzipped the little backpack, then raising an eyebrow before he laughed to himself and took out Ula's plush.
"What the hell is this shit?"
"B-Bennie..."
"Aw, does the little doll sleep with a plushie? What a baby. But no worries, I'll make sure you grow out of it."he smiled, dropping Ula down as she painfully looked up at him. She felt her eyes tear up once Ryder clawed into the toy axolotl, ripping it in half before a small pearl dropped from it. He caught it before it fell, chuckling to himself as he admired it.
"Ah, this is one of the lights Jelly put in you to bring you to life, huh? Such a beauty, I think I'll keep it to myself."he said, then placing it into his mouth and swallowing it. "Tasty just like her...wonder where I can find more.~"
"Stop...no..."
Ryder reached down once again, grabbing Ula by the back of her jacket as he leaned in behind her.
"Don't worry Ula, I'll make sure to tell your future siblings about their big sister who thought she was a hero. But you know what you really are? A doll, and that's all you'll ever be."
"No...I'm...something...you're nothing…"
"Oh, is that so?"
"You're nothing...my mother...would never love you...you're nothing."
"Quit talking al-"
"You're just a shadow. You have no talent...you have no looks….no charm...no intelligence...you just stole that from...James." Ula sobbed out, shutting her eyes as she felt Ryder's slowly growing claws tease the back of her neck. "But you know something?"
"What?"
"You'll never be able to steal from Lennie who is better than you in every. Single. Way."
Ryder frowned, gritting his teeth from inside his lips before he finally dug his claws into Ula's neck, making green pour out from her as the blood from his unhealed wounds mixed with it. Ula gasped, crying as she felt a strong pain while Ryder slowly started to rip her fragile body, and she cried out loudly as he leaned in again.
"You're no child...just a doll Jelly made because she was lonely and kept because she pitied you."
Ryder grit his teeth, grinning from ear to ear as he could tell that Ula's skin was now ripping more and more. Although, he stopped what he was doing once he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, making him drop Ula as he stared down at the large piece of metal that went through him. Ryder turned around in surprise as the metal was removed from him, and he grit his teeth angrily when his eyes landed on none other than-
"Ugh, the grandfather clock...what business do you have here!?"
"A friend called me, and I'm glad he did before you could do anymore to Ula."Cuckoo told him, then allowing their hands to turn into spikes that made Ryder step back. He had already lost a valuable amount of blood which could kill his host, and that's not what he wanted, not yet.
"Alright, alright...I'll leave now. No-"Ryder was then shut up when Cuckoo extended their arm out and made a spike go through his eye and head which made him stop in complete surprise. Cuckoo pulled their arm back and ran over to where Ula was as Ryder continued to step back. He shook his head, then turning and running off before he easily teleported away, and Cuckoo cautiously picked Ula up as he saw her white skin be tainted with green and red everywhere.
"Oh no...I must take you somewhere safe..."they whispered in a panic, holding her close with one hand as their other created a portal, and they jumped into it before it closed up.
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