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Enough for you
Summary: You realized that maybe Miguel isn't who you thought he was.
Word count:1k+
warnings: Sad reader, Sad Miguel:(
Tag list: @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @munixumai @deputy-videogamer @blueberry-thrawn @neteyamsluvts @um-well @stinygirl009 @marcswife21 @maladaptivedaydreamingbum @juleshadalittlelamb @taygrls @tanchosanke @chuckle-nuts
A/n: Hello everyone and welcome to part two of “you?” I will most positively be making a part three coming very soon! Thank you all for reading! (I listened to the sour album while writing this series rough drafts)
Parts: One Two^ Three Four
Credits to the creator^
That night you cried yourself to sleep.
Partially because Miguel completely shot you down and partially because you left your friends and suit forever.
You couldn't bear to bring back the suit or go back to HQ knowing what you knew.
You could never face Miguel or any spider again.
You wanted to so desperately let it all go and forget.
But above all else there was a city that needed you and you’d always be there for them no matter what heartbreak comes your way.
In this moment, you wished you were as heartless as miguel.
Back at HQ Miguel was looking through endless security footage on all possible earths miles could have been on.
Truth was he needed a second pair of eyes.
“Lyla.” he barked out.
“Yes, boss.” she responded, appearing on his shoulder.
“Call y/n.” he said, pausing the footage to rub his eyes.
He could take advantage of this time to apologize.
“No can do.” she replied being short with him. To be fully honest Lyla had also had enough of his shit.
“What? Lyla it wasn't a question go get me Y/n. Now.” he said, not having the energy to deal with her jokes.
“No. Miguel, you don’t-” she tried again but he cut her off.
“Fine. I ‘ll go get her my fucking self.” he said swinging towards the door.
“She's gone, Miguel. And it's all your fault.” Lyla said behind him.
He froze,“What?” finding your watch and your suit he stopped thinking.
“She quit. Not just the spider society, she quit being a spider entirely. Because of what you said.” Lyla finished.
“ I didnt- I didnt mean it..” he said, clutching your suit in his hand.
“Well you said it anyway and it hurt her.” She responded, “And if I were her I‘d probably never come back too, she deserved better Miguel. Why did you lie?” she asked confused as to why he denied himself the chance of love.
“ I was angry I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t mean it.” he said barely above a whisper.
“Yeah well you sold it as far as keeping up an act goes.” she said, sighing.
Miguel could always fix his mistakes. This would be a first.
Sighing he stood straight and turned back to his desk.
Miguel had a decision to make, you or the fate of the multiverse.
It's like he said, there's no room for that kind of stuff for guys like him.
Once again he was right.
“Get Ben and Jess in here and have them start with earth 42.” he said, sounding more defeated than ever.
Still, he was clutching your suit as if you were still in it. Your scent lingering.
“Yes, boss.” was all Lyla could muster up at the moment.
Her artificial heart was breaking for the both of you. He was so close to telling you she could feel it.
It just wasn't his strongest moment.
Neither was this one as he took out his anger on the poor monitor that happened to be in his way.
Back at home you laid in bed trying to find the motivation to get back up but the truth was you didn't want to.
Everytime you tried to create a new suit you just heard Miguel's abusive words like it was the first time all over again.
And it just made you want to hide under the blankets forever.
Your spidey senses went off and then there came the portal.
You knew it wasn't Miguel, he could never.
“Hey webby? You alright in there?” you heard.
Peter.
Taking the covers off you came face to face with an exhausted Peter and a sleeping May Day.
“Heard what happened at HQ just wanted to check in if that's okay.” he added wondering if he could take a step closer.
“ I really screwed it up this time pete.” you said wiping the tears away for the millionth time.
God you felt pathetic.
“No way kid, that was all him. You know that right.” he said sitting next to you.
“ I should’ve been there. But even if I was, I don't know if I‘d be on his side. Miles is just a kid, We’ve all been there right?” you asked. Thinking this way makes you feel guilty.
You should stand behind Miguel at all times.
But now what did it matter you’d never step foot in HQ ever again anyways.
“You're allowed to think whatever you want. He can't take that from you.” Peter reassured me.
He was right.
“You think you’ll ever come back?” he asked, he almost entirely knew the answer but he still held out hope for you.
“ I don't think so Pete, I‘m sorry.” you said looking down in shame.
The reality was you could never face him again.
“Don’t be I wouldn't stand for that either I ‘m pretty sure a lot of us are done for too anyways but listen, you’re never going to be alone.” he said putting a hand on your shoulder.
“If you ever decide to come back not just as spider woman, but to the society, just know you have people in your corner.” he said, giving you a warm smile.
“Thanks pete.” you said as he stood opening a portal.
“Hey pete?” you called out.
Turning back to you he waited for you to continue.
“Don’t ever stop sending me Pictures of May Day. I need my daily serotonin boost.” you said with a soft smile earning yourself a chuckle in return.
“Never kid.” he said as he walked his way into the portal.
A soon as he was gone you went back under the covers and took a deep breath.
Peeking your head out from under the cover you looked at the picture you had framed on your wall.
It was of you receiving the key to the city.
Your city, the one you saved day and night.
Whenever it called for you.
You earned that key the same way you earned the title of spider-woman.
And you weren’t gonna let some words take that from you.
Wiping the fresh tears away you got out of bed putting Miguel's words in the back of your head and got to designing.
You were bigger than his words and you’d prove it.
In that moment you promised you’d make him regret ever making you feel like you’re not good enough.
One day he’s gonna feel sorry for himself.
And one day you’ll be everything to somebody else.
And he’ll be the one who's crying.
Yeah, one day.
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#miguel o'hara#miguel x reader#Miguel#miguel spiderverse#miguel o'hara x reader#spiderman#across the spiderverse#spider-man 2099#marvel#Oscar Isaac
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✧unyielding pillar, fleeting mist✧
i. molten amber amidst that which concealed a heart too gentle for a war-torn world.
[ previous ll masterlist ll next ]
pairing: morax x f!reader
synopsis: a story of a human female from Earth, who was thrown into the world of Teyvat during one of its most dangerous era. despite being bestowed with a power far stronger than any Teyvat mortal could wield, y/n decided to use her gift of mist to hide away from the burning and bloodied war-filled world. but, what will she do when Morax, the warrior god, one of the seven victors of the archon war and future geo archon waltzed into her mist-concealed island, that she had hidden away from the inhabitants of Teyvat for decades?
author’s note: i wrote this in a rush and also, in a sleep-deprived state. rips anyways, it’s been almost a decade since i last publicly post a fanfic. if there’s any warning or tags i should have added, do let me know.
On fog shrouded island — hidden from the eyes of the rest of Teyvat, two figures ran through a field of ice flowers.
“This way, Lady y/n!!! Lady Seiran is with the outsiders at this very moment!!” a young man declared, his voice laced with panic as he led the divine priestess of the island.
“What do they look like?” y/n questioned, her voice laced with worry — her chest heaved heavily as an anxious feeling grew within her.
“I apologise, my lady. I could not see their faces. They were hooded.”
For almost a century, she has protected and guided the people of this island but, never had an outsider set foot in this sanctuary. The fog that surrounded the island had always managed to ward off beings — mortals and even immortals.
‘Then, how in the world did they manage to see through the mist?! Who are they?! What did I wrote in the contingency plans for this situation?!’ y/n screamed inwardly.
The people of the village were not trained fighters. Yes, her right-hand man was gifted with a hydro vision and they could defend themselves against wild beasts and perhaps against other mortals with vision but, not against gods.
Even if one of them has a vision and another, the ability to manipulate mist, what could a group of regular villagers do against gods — who could literally one shot a mere human if they so want to?
Many decades ago, she was blessed with the power of mist — in the form of a pawn-shaped chess piece filled with swirling mist. With those powers, she promised to keep these people of the village safe and away from the upcoming war.
These people who took her in saving her from drowning in the sea when she was strangely thrown into the world of Teyvat — the very world she had always wanted to see and experience.
Yet, this was not what she had wished for.
The world she was in right now felt both familiar yet, different from the one in the game — where she had spent countless hours wandering and travelling.
It took her awhile to discovered why it felt different. Despite indeed being in Teyvat, she was centuries ahead of the time she knew so well — hundreds of years before the time of peace. An era, when war and bloodshed were rampant throughout Teyvat.
Y/n knew all too well the outcome of this particular war but, the very thought of being involved in the war of gods filled her with dread and terror. Countless sleepless nights spent worrying about everyone’s safety and countless more planning on ways to keep everyone from the cruelty of war.
At times, y/n questioned what even was her purpose here in Teyvat? Does Celestia have a customer support page, where she can ask why did she even get a gnosis?? Isn’t that something the Archons get after they win the goddamn Archon War??? Then, why??
Was it her protectiveness over the villagers?? Or was it her desperation over not wanting to die or killed brutally in a war? Or is she perhaps a pawn, like the very chess piece she received?
If so, then damn it. They're really not hiding the fact that she's just thrown there as a form of entertainment. Will she even be able to return to her world? Does she even want to return? Despite being thrown in there at a dangerous time, she had always wanted to be in Teyvat.
After decades of having those questions constantly plaguing her mind, she decided to give up on finding an answer.
As y/n and her male companion approached the centre of the main community area, she couldn’t help but, winced at the sight of the stone statue of her as the divine priestess.
Despite always telling the villagers to treat her like a friend or even family, imagine the shock when she left her residence and saw a statue of her — though she’s thankful that statue has her face covered with a veil.
With each step she took toward the statue, the outlines of three figures became clearer. A female person, dressed in the traditional priestess garb — Seiran, one of her close friends and confidants. The two figures facing Seiran, were dressed in robes — their faces hidden behind their hoods.
Activating her elemental sight, y/n could see two elemental pulses, one of hydro and geo. The hydro energy was undeniably strong but, the intensity of the golden waves emanating from the other figure — whose form and robes seemed particularly familiar to y/n — made her stomach turn.
Y/n paused as she realized that the geo energy did not come from just any god but, rather the one god — whom she hoped to never encounter during her who-knows-how-long-and-for-what-purpose stay in Teyvat.
The geo insignia on the back of the robe only proved to confirm her suspicions, and before she knew it, his name escaped her lips in a whisper.
“Morax?”
E/c eyes widened in disbelief at her own actions, while her hands hastily covered her mouth. Y/n prayed to whichever Celestia gods who threw her into this world — that it was not loud enough to be heard by anyone especially him.
Unfortunately for y/n, her soft whispers did not go unheard. Not only was it picked up by the young man standing next to her but, it was also carried by the wind to the person — whose very name she had just whispered.
Morax. Lord of Geo. The Warrior God. And, the future Geo Archon.
Y/n panicked and inwardly cursed herself for her carelessness while being bombarded with questions by the person next to her.
But, everything around her came to a halt when golden ambers locked onto hers.
amber gems that gleam a brilliant gold,
hidden umber locks flowing in the icy breeze;
after all i did to protect all those i care for,
why does my heart waver in your presence?
#genshin x you#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#genshin x reader#genshin morax#morax x reader#morax#reader insert#morax x you#morax x yn#zhongli#zhongli x reader#zhongli x you
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"Epilogue"- Once in a lifetime chance (Midsommar AU) Chapter 4
part 4 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part
pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
summary: As you gaze at Aemond burning body you ask yourself how you ended up where you were.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of character death, talk of mental health issues, mentions of an unhealty relationship, afab reader
series taglist: @moonlightazriel, @daenerysqueenofhearts, @bellaisasleep
general HotD taglist: @urmomsgirlfriend1
general taglist: @hopelesswritergall
(As always, if you want to be tagged in any character / Series / general fandom taglist, send a comment, ask or DM my way.❤️)
Your lips part from how wide the corners of your mouths pick up, wrinkling the corners of your eyes as well. By the time the flames have consumed almost the entire hut and the screams become quieter, you turn around, trying to get away from it. You had seen enough, but the masses of flowers over your body weigh you down, making your steps slow, small and heavy. And while you do so, you ask yourself how things could go so wrong, when it had started out so great.
The two of you had just started uni. And you had run late to one of the classes you shared. Leaving only one seat in the room. Right in the middle of the room. Beside him. When you sat down beside him, he had given you a side eye so massive you shrunk under his gaze. It wasn´t like you to be late and he didn´t make it any better. Yet you couldn´t keep your eyes from him as he pulled his hair back with an elastic, to keep it out of his face, and pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose. A nose that immediately brought you the most impure thoughts you had had in your entire life until then. And when you approached him after class, to ask him about his notes, as you didn´t have the chance to take many, he seems actually nice about it. Despite the scrutinizing look he gave you earlier. Though he does warn you to not make this a habit and to get the notes back to him as soon as possible so he could use them to study.
“I promise. I´ll bring them back to you before tonight.” You smile at him and carefully put the notes into your bag.
Now that he has pulled off his glasses you can see his face a bit better too. The gorgeous lilac color of his eyes, the curve of his nose and the cleft at the tip of it, the shape of his cupids bow and lastly his chin and cheek bones. He looked beautiful and the scar on the left half of his face nothing to take away from that beauty.
And you made sure to keep that promise. Copying them after classes where over, you packed them up and made your way over to his dorm. Standing in front of it, you hesitate for a moment, but ultimately knock on it. Immediately the music that softly sounded through the walls turns off and he stands in front of you. Hair still pulled back and glasses back on Aemond leans against the frame.
“Yes?”
“I um… I came to bring back your notes, like I promised. Thank you again. I won´t make a habit of needing to borrow them.”
“Good.” His tone is as cold as always when he speaks, but you think you see the corners of his mouth raise slightly in a teasing smirk. When he goes to close the door on you again you surprise the both of you by doing something you had never done before.
“Actually…” You speak up again. “Would you… Would you like to get some coffee or tea sometime? My treat, as a little thank you.”
You shuffle your feet as you wait for his answer. Palms turning moist with impatience at his answer. It wasn´t usually your style to ask someone you had just met for basically a date, especially when you didn´t even know if they had a girlfriend, but something about Aemond was different. He brought out a different side of you even after barely talking once already.
“Yes, I would like that.” He replies. “Does thursday afternoon sound good?”
“Uhm, yeah. I have a short day thursday so that’s actually perfect.” You stutter, surprised he had agreed.
“Perfect. I´ll pick you up at your dorm once I am done then.” You nod at his suggestion. Telling him where to find your dorm and then you wait until he closes the door in front of you. Only then you practically dance your way back to your room, unable to contain the joy.
Thursday comes along quicker than you could have anticipated and with a curt knock at the door, Aemond picks you up. He takes you into the city to a small, but cozy old coffeeshop that is nothing like the on campus. The two of you sit, drink coffee and talk. About anything and everything. School, family, free time. You feel drawn to him and when he drops you off back at your room you don´t want him to leave. Nevertheless you chastely kiss his cheek and let him go.
You move rather fast after that. Going on one more date, before you make your relationship official and only a few months later during summer break you get your own place together. Close to campus of course. It isn´t unreasonably big, but it is enough for the both of you and with a bit of decoration magic it becomes rather homely.
The two of you are going strong. Walking around campus holding hands and sharing small kisses when you feel unwatched. Making your friends gag with how sweet you are with each other, cuddling up on the couch and watching tv after a long day of classes, or simply staying up all night going round after round of blowing each other’s brains and backs out. The foundation of your relationship felt safe enough. You did the whole meeting the parents thing, the whole nine yards, but in the end all of it couldn´t hold off your depression and anxiety. So when you began taking mental health days away from classes, stopped going out so much and started worrying about your sister more and more again, the foundation started to crack. He tries to help you, which you appreciate him all the more for putting up with you in those phases, but with time they come easier and stay longer. Eating away at you. Tying you to the apartment, the sofa, the bed. Making you put more and more of your burden on him. No matter how often he tells you he will always be there for you no matter what, the both of you know he isn´t a therapist.
But as bright and fast you had burned in the beginning, it was your downfall as well. Never really being able to recover from those phases, as you drift apart more and more. And every new problem is a new brick in the wall between you two. Every time he goes out without you feels like another step taken away from you. And yet for some reason he always comes back. You aren´t blind to the looks he gives other women, you are very aware of the looks he gives you when he comes home and the apartment is still as dark as when he had left it that morning, but you never talked about it. Not really at least. That. That is probably where you went wrong. Not really talking about shit. And in turn it got you where you ended up. In the north. Amongst people you don´t know with his body burning alive in a ritual to cleanse a community of all evil.
#modern aemond#modern aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen#hotd aemond#aemond x reader#aemond x you#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x you#hotd#house of the dragon#hotd fic#house of the dragon fic#hotd x reader#hotd modern au#modern house of the dragon au#midsommar au
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SWEET {CHAPTER ONE}
Ellie x reader(NOTES: modern au, fem presenting au, She/her pronouns used, parties, crushes, spying, and slight mention of hypoglycemia(ever so slightly)- yes i'm projecting- this is gonna be some slow burn shit babes, cat, breakups, sorta fast-paced but it’s the first chapter so cut me some slack babes 💀🪻)
this is my first ever fic on this tag so please be nice 😭💗
(first day of school)
The 12th grade was a shitty year to move schools. Three years of building friend ships, learning class routes, and most importantly getting teachers to like you all destroyed with the simple words “you’re mom got a promotion y/n! We’re moving to Wyoming!”
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The first time y/n saw her, Ellie was peacefully unaware of the fact that she was being spied on at all. It was a Sunday and she was killing time in the school computer lab after her band practice. No one else was supposed to be there, y/n had just moved into town with her parents, and the snobby principal was giving them an “all-out tour of their perfect establishment”
It was near the end of summer break, and the kind of humid that makes you feel sticky and uncomfortable. Ellie was wearing a tank top that could easily be mistaken for a sports bar, black skinny jeans, and her crusty dusty black Converse that she had refused to get rid of despite the hole on the inside of the shoe, and constant harassment from Dina about how embarrassing it was to walk next to her wearing “world war ll shoes”.
Y/n hadn't meant to spy on her at all in fairness. She’d gotten bored of the forced “Ooooo and ahhhs” of her parents and wandered around. By the time it had hit her how long she had been standing there, y/n had looked like a complete stalker. Her nose just barely brushed the door, manicured hand gripping the door frame as if it was super glued.
She finally snapped out of it when the brown-haired girl turned slightly in her swivel chair, briefly facing the entrance. Y/n booked it away from the door, back pressed against the lockers at the other end of the hall leaving her slightly winded, a metallic taste in her mouth as she tried to calm her heavy breathing. After about 5 minutes of silence from all around and the occasional sound of ticking from the multiple classroom clocks, y/n sped back around in an effort to look for her parents. She hadn’t meant to react so hastily, but if she was seen by the stranger that would be one conversation she’d regret having to awkwardly explain.
“Ah, there she is! Y/n y/l/n! I see you’ve taken you’re own tour!” The principal laughed to himself slightly, amused by his own idea of humor “That wraps it up for today! We’ve emailed you your classes and a full map of the school. Make sure to be here first thing Monday morning at 8:30 just in case we need to be going over a few more things”
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It was the first day of school, and y/n was secretly hoping to see the random girl she’d accidentally spied on again.
The brown-haired girl, with really pretty freckles and a nice aura. She wanted to be friends with her. Y/n was good at making friends too, usually, if you didn’t count that one time in the 10th grade when a girl physically sped-walked away from Y/n’s enthusiastic approach to speak with her.
“Phone? Check, backpack? Check, lunch? Check..” y/n trailed off mumbling to herself in hopes that she hadn’t forgotten anything as she made her way downstairs.
“Breakfast? Nope don’t see a check there” Y/n’s father smiled while pushing a small plate with strawberries, toast, and a few slices of apple on it. “Dad I’m fine I’ll eat at lunch we’ve been over this before” the time read 8:15 “I’ve got like 15 minutes to get to school, I don’t have time today- but I appreciate it ” y/n’s father grimaced, the girl almost never ate breakfast, but still complained about the headaches, occasionally vomiting, and weakness when she’d come home after a long day. “ at least take a banana or muffin will you? Just for on the way?” He tried to bargain with her for his own peace of mind, and it worked. “ will it make you happy?” Y/n questioned and he smiled “fine”
Y/n stuffed a muffin in her bag and shouted a “Bye! Love you” before stepping out.
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Lunch break was the only time of day that Ellie had usually enjoyed besides her journal rants that could span from 12am to 3am occasionally. Not much else really did it for her. The promise of hanging out with friends while occasionally stuffing food in her face was promising.
“Have you heard about the new girl yet?” Dina asked, shoving her backpack into jesses arms as per usual, not that he wanted to but to be higher up on Dina’s “good boyfriend scale” he endured carrying her heavy ass bag every break for the past 2 years. “ we have a new student?” Ellie mumbled, eyes locked on her phone. “ do you live under a rock or something? It’s all that everyone’s been talking about! We live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere we don’t exactly get a new student everyday els” Dina cursed how out of the loop Ellie was. Despite being somewhat socially relevant, and being in band as well as a few other clubs Ellie was almost always never paying attention to things she deemed ‘boring people matters.’
“I sit behind her in French, she seems pretty neat to be honest- really cool backpack actually, it has a bunch of pins and shit on it” Jesse finally piped up as they sat down outside under one of the many trees outside. “ what neater than me?” Dina joked, raising her eyebrow at him.
Jesse playful pushed her and they started their usual lunchtime banter while Ellie drifted off from the conversation slightly. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in conversing today but rather that she’d stayed up till 4 in the morning arguing with Cat on Snapchat again. They’d gotten into a really messy breakup back in May- given that it was now September Ellie thought that Cat would be over her usual bullshit of posting photos with other girls and tagging Ellie just to try and spark something outta her. It never did affect Ellie at all, not emotionally at least- however being tagged a shit load of times by someone who was clearly trying to egg her got old after a while. Her calm text of “Can you please cut it out” ended up spurring an argument which resulted in a final block from Ellie, something she’d wish she had done sooner but couldn’t due to how close they used to be.
As Ellie's mind drifted back to the present, she realized that her friends had stopped talking and were now staring at her expectantly. "Sorry, what were you guys saying?" she asked, trying to shake off the remnants of her late-night argument. Her friends exchanged a knowing look before continuing their conversation. “ we’re going to a party tonight- you in?” Jesse asked, wrapping an arm around Dina “Uh maybe who’s, house?” “Owen’s- it’s some shitting first-day thing- but there’s gonna be alcohol and weed so ya know”
Ellie knew Joel wouldn’t exactly be exactly enthusiastic about Ellie attending a party on a school night, but it had been months since she’d gone to one and the thought of letting loose was enticing. “I’ll think about it ” “WOO THE THREE MUSKETEERS BACK AT IT” Dina yelled excitedly. Since the breakup with Cat Ellie hadn’t budged on her willingness to join Jesse or Dina to any group events, especially parties. “If you don’t stop with those goofy ass nicknames I’m gonna beat your ass someday and I said MAYBE” Ellie joked, getting Dina’s foot shoved at her side, Jesse watching as they pushed each other around on the grass. After a few minutes, they eventually calmed down and Ellie piped up “Okay fine I’ll come- but you better bring your stash just in case Owen has those shitty ass white boy rolls” pointing a finger at Jesse.
For Ellie usually everything after lunch was a bit of a blur. This semester however she had genuinely enjoyed the classes she’d gotten[math, science, English, and lastly advanced art history ] it was nice but made her day seem more dreadful and lengthy. Each class was roughly an hour and a half give or take, however now that Ellie knew that she was going to be attending a party and getting high it seemed like her classes spanned 5.
1:50 shined brightly on her deformed iPhone, the realization hitting that she was already 10 minutes late. “Well look who decided to grace us with her presence, Williams take a seat beside y/l/n” Miss.Blight announced loudly, the whole class's attention looking towards Ellie. “Fuck me” she mumbled under her breath, walking to her seat, barely taking notice of the person sitting beside her. “Excuse you?” “Nothing” she huffed out. Ellie knew she got lucky when she ended up getting English again. One of her favorite subjects, however, she’d only truly enjoyed it previously due to the teacher being one of those ditzy teachers who paid more attention to texting their boyfriend than being a real teacher. This gave Ellie a lot of room for creative freedom while writing, not to mention the fact that she was sure the teacher would most likely give her an A no matter what she wrote.
It really wasn’t until Ellie had actually gathered her barring and gotten out her Chromebook that she’d noticed the girl beside her wearing something that if she wasn’t new would easily get her sent home for “being too comfortable showing any kind of skin no matter the body type or size”. Ellie couldn't help but admire the girl’s confidence to wear her outfit without seeming to care. Ellie also noticed how pretty she was, Jesse had said she was neat but never mentioned anything about the new girl being hot. She knew she shouldn’t try to start anything given her past attempts at talking to girls failing terribly, it felt like a part of her had lost the spark since cat, instead, she decided to focus on her own work. Listening to the teacher regurgitate the same bullshit about nouns she’d heard in the first grade.
“Hi, um sorry I’m y/n.. not to bug you but I can’t seem to think of another word for ‘lovely’ and Google wasn’t much help- do you know any words perhaps similar...IT'S COOL IF YOU DON'T AND I APPRECIATE THE-” y/n trailed off slightly. Y/n could definitely think of multiple words that could replace ‘Lovely’ but knew that this was the most casual window of opportunity to talk to the brunette without coming off as “too much” some would say. “Sweet? And I’m guessing you’ve gathered I’m Ellie” She cut the other girl off slightly, trying her best not to sound awkward. “Gosh, why didn’t I think of that, thank you! I really like your necklace by the way”
"Thank you, I appreciate it," Ellie replied with the best smile she could muster. "It was a gift from an old friend, she gave it to me on my birthday a few years ago." Y/n smiled back, feeling a little more confident about their conversation. "That's really sweet," she said, using the word Ellie had suggested earlier. "I wish I had something so cool." "Yeah, she was pretty amazing," Ellie agreed. "Anyway, how’s your first day been so far- besides this grumpy hag” Y/n laughed a bit, she’d also noticed how shitty the English teacher seemed to be from her constant low muttering about how much she hated high school kids and teaching. “It’s been okay I guess, I mean I haven’t really talked to very many people. There’s this one guy in my history class that asked how I was doing but that’s about all. The school is pretty nice though”
The brunette nodded “Yeah a lot of people here just sorta stick to themselves or their friends, but the school itself is okay I guess” Ellie didn’t know what took her over but she felt somewhat obligated to ask her next question. “Ya know there’s this like super lame guy, Owen. He’s throwing some party tonight for back to school- ya think I’ll see you there?”
Y/n choked, she’d never been to a party- and definitely never asked by someone of Ellie’s nature. “Uh I don’t know I’ve never really been to one and” “Oh no problem you can always hang with me and my friends- not to mention I’m sure there’s gonna be a lot of people so I’m sure you won’t really have to worry too much about anyone caring ”Ellie spoke abruptly, sounding rushed. “Okay then yeah I’ll see you there…here’s my number just text me the address” y/n mumbled, pulling Ellie’s Chromebook closer towards herself so she could type her phone number onto the Google doc.
Then the bell rang.
E.W: YOU DIDNR SAY SHE WAS HOT? AND SMWLLED NICE WTF?
J: huh?
D: me when miss.felps💀
E.W: THW BEW GIRL RHE NEW MF SHES OML BRO
J: perhaps try speaking English jackass <3
D: nobody appreciates my jokes anymore :(
E.W: bro the new girl- she’s cool- like seemed cool- she sits beside me in fuckin English bro
J: I’m guessing you invited her to Owens party then lmfao
D: SIMP BEHAVIOUR
E.W: maybe- and both of you have no god damn room to talk abt simp behaviour 😐
E.W:
As the day went on, Ellie felt a growing sense of excitement mixed with nerves. She hadn't been to a party in months, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to let go of her hermit lifestyle just yet, but as she and her friends piled into Jesse's rusty car, and headed to the party, she laid back, finally letting the feeling of excitement hit her. “what is with you fuckers and having the most old and disturbing shit” Dina spoke loudly, already tipsy from a bottle of wine that Jesse had stolen from his parent's liquor cabinet. She was referring to Jesse’s car and Ellie’s shoes, both of which had looked like they’d been through hell and back. “The car is not ‘old’ it’s vintage” Jesse argued, the car was passed down to him and despite his work on it the car didn’t look much better. “ can both of you shut up- and get off my ass about the shoes all the bitches love ‘em,” Ellie said with a smirk, knowing damn well that she needed to throw them out someday.
As they arrived at the party, Ellie's nerves started to get the best of her again. She hadn't been around so many people in a long time, and she wasn't sure how to act, but as she stepped out of the car and saw the bright lights as well as the deafening thumping music, she felt a surge of excitement return. “Woooo let’s go bitches” Dina jumped out of the car and ran for the front door, Jesse huffing behind her. “Idiots” Ellie mumbled to herself.
“Uh hey..”
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Steven Grant x reader with prompt 1, maybe steven saying it? preferably nsfw, but whatever you’re comfortable with!
Assertive
1: "come over here and make me."
Tags: dom!steven, slight name calling/degradation (whore, slut etc), praise kink, oral f!receiving and oral m!receiving, p in v (wrap it up, kids!).
Beta: @stevensspector
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“Steven, you have to stop letting her treat you this way!" You say as you walk into the apartment, closing the door behind you and putting your bag and jacket on the table.
"I'm trying, but she’s so aggressive all the time and I'm so tired of fighting with her back and forth, especially if it means one wrong move costs me my job!" He sits in a chair next to the table with a huff.
You’ve had the same discussion at least once a week for the last two months. While waiting for Steven's shift to end, you’ve witnessed Donna's treatment of your boyfriend first-hand. It angered you to no end, but you knew if you stepped in, it would only anger Steven and cause Donna's treatment to escalate.
It always ends with both of you brooding in your respective corners until one of you crosses the room within fifteen minutes. You both apologize, kiss and make up and just let it be─until the next week, which brings you to now.
"─And I love my job!" He exclaims throwing his hands up then dropping them in exasperation. "I really really like my job. And I could be promoted to tour guide any day!"
"Steven, didn't she say multiple times that she will never let you be a tour guide?” You place a hesitant hand on his shoulder as he sighs. “Why do you keep holding on? You know I can support us, support you, while before you need to find a new job if you want one! We could find a different museum, there isn't a lack of them for you to work in!" You encourage.
"But the other museums don't have ancient egypt artifacts and sarcophagi! And you know that's my area of expertise." He pouts.
"You can always find a new area of expertise, baby,” you reassure him. “‘ll buy you as many books and notebooks as you want, just please please stop letting her walk all over you." You hope he will maybe, just this once, see reason.
"Just─ Shut up, okay? Can you just shut the fuck up?” His face reddens with frustration as he pulls his hands through his hair. “She doesn’t walk all over me." He says defensively, face hardened.
"Well it seems like it! Maybe you should start being more assertive towards her and she wont see you like a rug to walk all over!” You fold your arms over your chest. “And if you want me to shut up you better come over here and make me!" You shout, regretting the words the second they come out of your mouth. Steven drops his head, obscuring your view of his face. "Steven, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry─"
"Be more assertive, huh? Is that what you need?" He says as he looks up, eyes fiery. He stands up and slowly walks towards you, crowding you against the wall.
You gulp, not used to seeing Steven so worked up. He straightens to his full height, and without his hunched shoulders he looms over you, hands framing your head.
"Is that what you want me to be, honey?” Your mouth parts slightly, at a loss for words. “What's wrong, can't handle it? You were so loud just a minute ago." He smirks, voice dropping low.
"I─" you start, feeling yourself flush and a tingle runs down your spine at his words. Swallowing, you remember yourself and tip your chin up confidently. "Yes. I want you to be more assertive." You nod your head once, more to reassure yourself that you were sure of what you were saying rather than reassuring him.
"Then I'll show you assertive." He pins you to the wall by your throat, pressing you back as he kisses you. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth on yours, your tongue delving and sliding against him.
He devours you slowly with his mouth, pulling back for a breath before smiling at how wrecked you look with your kiss-swollen lips. He starts kissing down your neck, and you grasp his shoulders to steady yourself. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more room for his continuous attack as he sucks and bites marks all over your neck.
"I'll show you fucking assertive, you little slut." The words are hushed against your neck, sending flares down to your core and leaving you quivering against nothing. His free hand trails down your side, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
"Oh fuck, Steven," you moan as you feel the outline of him, hard and heavy against you through his jeans.
"Can you feel that? Yeah? Is that what you want, pretty baby? You want my cock?" He whispers in your ear, and you inhale sharply at the vulgarity.
Steven was never like this with you.
Sweet, adorable Steven, who blushed at the idea of sex, and whimpered in your ear when you called him your pretty boy. Who flushed from head to toe at the slightest touch, slowly but steadily becoming a moaning mess in response to your touches. Steven, sweet sweet Steven, who always said please and thank you both in and out of bed.
It was like a door had swung open when you invited him to make you shut up, allowing him the opportunity to take out his frustrations on you.
And God were you glad he finally allowed himself to let loose with you, his fingers dropping under your dress and rubbing against your clit through your panties.He mumbles about how wet you are for him, how well he plans to fuck you.
"Mmm Steven, yes, please fuck me, please." You whimper at his touches and words, feeling yourself becoming wetter with each second that passes.
"No." He pulled his hand back, leaning back to look at the littering of marks he left on your neck, a collage of deep purples and reds that will surely look like a matisse painting by morning.
"No?" You repeat, confused as he stops.
"No. I’m going to take my time and make you cum against my mouth as many times as I please and then I’m going to fuck your throat until I feel like I am ready to fuck you." His eyes burn into yours as he lays out his plans for you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.
You nod furiously, your face flushing the tone of his voice and his words.
At your desperate nods, he smiles widely. "That's a good girl." He sinks to his knees and lifts your dress, keeping his eyes on your red face and legs trembling in anticipation.
Ever so slowly, he drags your underwear down your legs, caressing your thighs on the way down. He rakes his eyes down your hickey-covered form, noting the way your nails bite into the palms of your clenched fists. Your breathing is shallow as his eyes finally reach your soaked pussy, glistening with how wet you already are.
His sweet smile has a predatory edge to it. He leans closer and laps at you with only the tip of his tongue, and you inhale sharply. He hums against you. “You taste so good for me, sweetheart. You were made to be eaten out." He delves his tongue inside you, licking and sucking earnestly.
You felt that familiar heat build quicker than it ever had. Are you really going to cum this quickly? Your legs start trembling again, your moans growing louder and louder.
"Oh fuck, Steven, please─ I’m so close," You whine as you grind down, hand tangling in his curls as you hold him close. His nose nudges your clit as his tongue licks inside you, hitting all the right places.
He moans a shuddering breath and you’re done for, head thrown back in pleasure as you ride your high. Steven holds you up as your legs buckle, one leg over his shoulder with unrelenting movements. He seemed to grow hungrier for you after you came, lapping at your wetness until you begin to shudder from overstimulation
"Steven, Steven, I can’t─ fuck, baby─ I can’t, its too─ God─ Too soon." You gasp out, tension building steadily once again.
Steven moans against you, slipping a finger inside you alongside his tongue and you to double forward at the pleasure that overwhelms you. "Fuck fuck fuck Steven─ god, Steven, fuck─ Thats the spot, yes, yes." You whine, breathing still heavily from the previous orgasm. You can’t decide whether to move away or towards Steven's mouth. You tug on his curls and groan as your orgasm hits, stomach cramping with the intensity.
Steven pins your hips to the wall as he opens his mouth under you, sucking at you with long gulps, groaning his delight against you. "Fuck, sweetheart, another one, give me another one, baby." He leans back, his chin and jaw soaked and his eyes glazed over, seemingly high off your taste.
"Nonono Steven─ Please, I can’t, please─ Fuck, steven, I can’t take another one," you heave out, breathing slowly evening out.
"Baby?" You lock your eyes with Steven as he smiles up at you.
"Yeah?"
"You're going to give me another one, okay?" He asks it so sweetly, but you both know it’s more of a command than a request. You breathe in, and nod your head once. Satisfied, he returns to your pussy, lips attaching themselves to your clit, two thick fingers curling up into you. You whine high in your throat and he smiles against you, pressing a quick kiss to your inner thigh before continuing the strokes of his tongue against you, driving you closer and closer to yet another orgasm.
"Steven, please─ I can't─" you gasp out. He groans against you, relishing your strangled moans and choked whines as he delves deeper into your cunt. He drags another orgasm from you, and his name is ripped from you somewhere between a scream and a moan, once that you’re sure the entire apartment complex heard.
Rising from his knees, his chin soaked and your juices slowly dripping down his throat he gives you a satisfied and ruthless smile. "Do you remember what I said the next step is, baby girl?"
"Y-yes, I do." You breathe shakily, following him on shaking legs as he walks to the bed and sits down, slowly cleaning his chin and neck with his fingers and sucking them clean as you approach.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it." He gestures vaguely at his pants.
You drop to your knees in front of him, settling between his open legs. This isn't the first time you’ve been in this position─ normally it would be with steady hands, gazing hungrily up at Steven's wide eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip in anticipation. Now, you’re the one with the trembling hands, slowly undoing the button and zipper, anticipation coiling in your gut once again.
Steven grabs your chin harshly. "Do not tease me, honey. Quickly now, I want to bury myself in your soft lips." Letting go of your chin, he leans back slightly to admire how you’re posed in front of him, enjoying the view of your breasts in your dress, visible from the angle he was looking from.
Hurrying, you free him from his pants. His cock jumps, already slick from heavy precum. Was that all just from the taste of you?
"Go on, baby, I know you want it." He says with a smirk, groaning when you lean down to lick him from base to tip, collecting the precum on your tongue and humming at the taste.
You grace him with a sweet smile before taking him as deep as you can, using your hand to stroke where your mouth can’t stretch to fit. You hum around him as you adjust to the comfortable weight of him on your tongue, slowly relaxing around his girth. You bob your head up and down, tongue stroking the underside and running along the veins.
Steven throws his head back, exposing his beautiful neck as he groans and swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "God, baby your mouth is heavenly," he mumbles, hand dipping into your hair and holding you in place for a moment as he catches his breath. "You’re such a good girl for me, taking me like that. You’re so talented with that mouth of yours, sometimes when we fight all I want to do is push you to your knees and shut you up like that─ God, you make me so angry sometimes, babygirl, fuck." He slowly starts moving your mouth up and down his cock, slower than before, dragging out his pleasure.
"You’re being so good for me─ Look at you on your knees like that, with your pretty lips stretch all around me, fuck. Such a good girl for me, baby." The words send a shooting flare down your spine, all the way down to where you’re already dripping again. You moan around his cock,your eyes rolling back at the terms of endearment. "You like it when I call you my good girl, baby? Yeah? Is that it?" He teases you, watching as your thighs press together and your breathing hitches. "Fuck, you do."
He moans as you bob your head faster, sloppily licking and sucking around him, moaning at the curses and moans that come flowing out of Steven's mouth.Grabbing your hair, Steven holds you in place to jerk his hips upward, fucking slowly into your mouth as his breath stutters. Your moans grow louder as his hips work faster, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit the back of your throat, his taste filling your mouth.
"Fuck, fuck look at you─ You look so good like that, what a good little whore for me, baby girl─ Fuck, yeah, just like that, look at you, drooling around my cock." is hips speed up, moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as you feel his cock start to twitch. "Fuck fuck fuck, babygirl─ fuck yes, just like that, yes yes yes." He whines, bringing your head down with him as his hips drop to the bed, head thrown back in pleasure as he groans. You taste his release into your mouth, holding you down as he breathes through it, hips twitching every so often. He slowly lifts you from his cock, eyes closed as his head hangs and his hands grip the mattress tightly, his breathing coming in short punctuated breaths.
Shuffling on your knees, you press your thighs together, trying to ease the ache slowly growing between your legs. You stare at his still-twitching dick,visualizing how good it feels inside you. You can’t help remembering how his whimpers sounded during sex as he begged you to please please move faster on top of him, his head thrown back and as he drooled at the feeling of your sweet cunt around him moving oh-so slowly.
Steven grabs your chin, tilting your head back to meet his eyes, bringing you back from your memory trip. Breathing heavily at your blown pupils staring up at him, pleading for anything he would give you, he pulls you back down his cock, keeping you there as you breathe through your nose. You groan at the weight and warmth of him, the remnants of the taste of his cum still lingering.
"Warm me, would you please, sweetheart? It’ll take me a few minutes until I can properly fuck you, and it’s a bit cold in this room. I have to fuck you hard to make sure you learn your lesson, so you’ll know I can be assertive when I need to be, okay, my little whore? So pretty for me, cockwarming me with your mouth like such a good girl, baby" he breathes as you moan around him with every term of endearment and degradation, the switch between them making your blood run hot.
Slowly, he starts growing hard in your mouth and you circle your tongue around him. He pets your hair softly and coos at you about how pretty you look and how good you've been to him so far. Slowly lifting you off his cock, Steven smiles at you lovingly, guiding you to stand up and sit in his lap. He kisses your neck slowly, taking his time as he starts to work you back up again, the fire in your core rekindling.
His hands roam over your back, down to your hips and back up again as he caresses your body gently, cupping your breasts in his hands. He sweeps his hands down your entire body, undressing you slowly as he turns your face to his and kisses you again, breathing you in and licking into your mouth, humming at the taste of himself on your tongue.
Lifting your hips up, he slowly drags you down on his cock, swallowing your whimpers. You always forget how big he is, feeling yourself getting split apart on him. He bottoms out with a groan from both of you, and you feel each ridge and vein of his dick inside you. Unable to help yourself, you clamp down and watch as Steven drops his head to your shoulder, gasping.
"Fuck, sweetheart, that─ shit─" He curses as you lift yourself up slowly, squeezing down on him as you move. Steven grabs your hips as you start slowly fucking yourself on him, gripping tightly as you squeeze him. "Just like that, fuck."
You keep the slow pace going, smirking down at Steven as you feel his dominance slip slightly. "Mmm such a pretty boy for me,” you whisper, smiling sweetly. “Look at how pretty you look."
Steven snaps his head up at your words, eyes hardening."Oh no, sweetheart, you don't get control. Not this time." He flips you onto your back, fucking you harder with short punctuated thrusts that consistely hit that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars.
"Steven, fuck, Steven, please go faster," you whine, wrapping your legs around his hips to match his thrusts..
"Fuck, sweetheart, you have such a tight little pussy─ What a slut you are, dripping all over my cock like that. Yeah, look at you, your entire face is red,” he observes with a cocky grin. “Am I making you feel good, whore? Yeah?" He growls, picking up his pace as he looks down between you, watching his cock disappear into you over and over. Grabbing your hips with one hand, he uses the other to circling your clit with the rhythm of his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you and from the pitch of his groans you know he’s close.
"Fuck, baby, yeah, come on my dick, slut, come on." He moans, head tilted back in pleasure as his thrusts become sloppy and his rhythm nearly lost. Your pleasure is building up and up, nearly at the top of the cliff, ready to jump off. Steven looks down and catches your gaze, eyes sharp and demanding. "Come. Now." You’re flung off that cliff faster than you've ever expected, eyes rolling back into your head, mouth open in a silent scream. Somewhere in your high you feel Steven moaning your name in his release, filling you up.
Coming down from your high, you blink slowly, readjusting to the brightness of the room.
Steven slowly lays on top of you, head on your chest, both of you heaving. You caress his hair, slowly taking your fingers against his scalp as he hums in pleasure. Lifting himself back up on shaky hands, he smiles sweetly down at you, kissing you slowly, no hunger or dominance in the kiss, just pure love and adoration.
"I hope that wasn't too much, love, are you hurt anywhere?" He asks, his eyes glittering in the light. There he was. Your sweet sweet steven, back again. Sweet sweet Steven that apparently was more assertive than you ever thought he could be.
Smiling up at him you shake your head, planting a quick kiss on his lips, "I’m okay, I just didn't expect you to get that... Assertive."
Laughing, he notes, "You did ask me to show you"
Your breaths slowly even out. "Well then, Mr. assertive, how about you assertively order us food while I go shower?"
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Jewel of the Sea Luffy x Oc
TW: this oneshot contains violence and a traumatic past, plus the revenge of it, along with a Marine Base called 89 which I created, gore blood. Anyone who can´t read this, pls do not do so, anyone else are welcomed. Nicknames are Lu and Je, which you can always switch with your own name since nothing else is mentioned. A female born magician and her pet dragon.
"When this continues, we go off course for good! That was the 15th marine ship in the past two days!!", Nami escaped a loud sigh before she fell onto her loungechair.
"My poor heart won´t be beating for much longer", Usopp stated while Chopper directly checked the sniper for anything serious. "But I wanted to fight!", Luffy, your captain and lover whined loudly, his arms drapped over the railing with his head on it. "There There. You´ll be fine. We can´t stop for every single ship we see, Lu" "But Je! I want to", he complained, "I can´t even fly with Soma" "Because of all this ships and his normal size we would be attacked faster than you could get any food", you admitted.
Another deep whine escaped your captain, making you sigh, as your shrunken dragon sat himself on his straw hat. "Soma wants to know if he can lift your spirits up", you asked him, making Luffy look at you, "perhaps a nice game of tag, hide and seek?" "will you join?" "...I am weak by you, so yes" "JE!", he jumped up and hugged you, spinning you around with so much happiness.
"Such sudden mood change", admitted Robin with a chuckle as Brook joined in with his laughter. "Guys! Starboard is thick fog but I can see a Marine Base from up here", shouted Zoro, making Luffy directly jump onto the railing.
"Marine Base?! Franky coup de burst! Let´s get out of here!", Nami screamed, and you joined your dragon and boyfriend, making your eyes widen, gripping the wood, hard. "Je? Everything ok?" "Captain...", you said as "Stop the ship!", Luffy shouted and everyone stopped. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!", Nami came down and shook Luffy, yelling at him.
"What is it, Captain?", asked Sanji. "Ask Jessy. She called me Captain", he admitted and everyone looked at her. They knew. You only call Luffy Captain when it´s serious with you. "It´s the Base 89", you said, the smile gone from your face, making Usopp cover himself behind Franky.
"89? I heard of this base. A special Marine Base here in the New World, fufilling different jobs for the Government", said Jinbe. "So, why so serious, sister?", asked Franky. "If I remember correctly, it was the ship with the same number we saved you", said Robin, making you nod. "I didn´t knew you were held captive", said Brook.
"12 years of my live I spend on the boat, treated like a slaved, abused, experiments on, forefully taken me, trying to break me. I was 5 when they took me from my home, thrown into a cell, chained up and everything" "As a child?! I shall take their souls into the underworld!", stated Brook.
"WHAAAHAHAAA!", Franky began to cry, "Sister, I never you you had such a past!" "Captain, with your permission", you looked at Luffy, who slipped his strawhat over his eyes, Soma flying to you. "Permission given", he simply said. "Who wants to come with me, giving people hell?" "Oh, I´m with it", smirked Zoro, Luffy already cracking his fingers as well Sanji, with Brook showing off his sword. "Good. The rest will take care of the ships that will come, with no doubt. Soma, you stay with them, attacking from the sky"
Your dragon nudged you before flying up, making you release the shrunken spell you put onto him. "Ready?" "How will you go there?" "I already prepared magical boosters that will get us there. I will now clear the fog", you said and spread your arms, hands covered in a gentle grey light, as you clapped them and the fog was gone.
"Now!", you said you 4 jumped onto the purple boosters, you prepared, all landing before kicking you away, allowing you to get such a speed that you directly landed on the harbor. Marine soldiers saw you 4 and directly called for a pirate attack. "Je! Go to the boss! we take care of them!" "I owe you one, Luffy!!" "Triple the payment!!! Cuddles and snacks included!", he shouted before you dashed away, hitting soldiers left and right with your magic, looking like lifeless puppets.
Walking up a floor, you heard Marine soldiers. "EMERGENCY! The straw Hat Pirates broke into the base and are on the-ARGH!", you cut the soldier off by restraining him with a vine that squeezed his whole body close. "Soldier! SOLDIER!", you heard shouting from the Transponder Snail but deciaded to ignore it. The Soldier on the ground was whimpering, while you simply looked at him before walking away.
You had one target. The Vize Admiral of the Base, who was in charge of anything. While walking through floors and stairs up, you remembered the base, and every soldier you came across. They were just the same from back then. Laughing at your misery, smirking, using you out of frustration by either breaking your bones and anything else.
You always imagined dieing on this ship, until one day, Luffy and the rest came, saving you from your own personal hell. But now, you were strong. You finally know how to use your powers and how deadly you can actually be.
Finally. You arrived at the door. Hearing running noises and silent curses, you held your hand against the door, as it exploded into tiny pieces, scattered across the room. The Vize Admiral looked at you, as you did at him. Just the same face you remembered, looking down at you with that disgusting smirk of his.
"You", he said and looked at you. Your face was serious, almost deadly chill when you stood across from him. Grabbing his claymore, he covered it in haki and went in for an attack, slashing his sword at you before it stopped. "What the fuck?!", he cursed as it didn´t budged.
You held it between your index and middle finger. The Haki covered blade broke apart, and in one swift movement, you touched the Vize Admirals stomach, an releasing electroshock sent him flying out of his window and down.
You also jumped out of the window, zooming straight down, limbs began to sparkle as you covered them in diamond, nearly reaching the ground. You saw Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Brook standing there, as well as the Vize Admiral.
Landing at the harbor, it completly broke down, pieces began to swim towards the open sea. "Guys, thanks for the cover but return to the Sunny", you stated. "Eh!? But I wanted more!" "Captain, you can´t swim, come", Zoro tugged your boyfriend away, making you hear his rocket, and cannonballs.
"Thinking you can kill me?" "No. I know it", you said, a smile comming over your lips, your hand reaching towards the air.
Your friends, and all the Marines were gasping when they saw in the air. 10 Spheres, topped on one another, going round and round, making the Vize Admiral look at you. "DIE!!!", he screamed and dashed towards you, as you simply lowered your hand, jumping onto the water before a gigantic prismatic laser hit the base entirely.
It only lasted a few seconds and once it was gone, where the base once stood was nothing but water. Not a single trace left of the 89th Marine Base.
Turning around to your friends, the sunny shined like a star because of Luffy, Chopper, Usopp and Franky, making you almost blind.
"MAYDAY MAYDAY! MARINE HEADQUARTER! MARINE BASE 89 HAS JUST BEEN ERADICATED BY THE JEWEL OF THE SEA FROM THE STRAWHAT PIRATES ALL ALONE! I REPEAT. MARINE BASE 89 HAS JUST BEEN-AAAAAARGH!", the soldiers screamed as the ships were burned down by Soma, making you return to the Sunny, and shrunk your dragon. "Thank you", you crawled him and he nuzzled into you, making you chuckle. "That felt good. We can sail now", you smiled at your friends.
"WE ARE UNWORTHY!!!", almost everyone shouted. "That was the most SUUUUUPPPPERRRRR Laser i ever saw, sister! Franky Super thumbs up!" "Can you do this more or is this some sort of one hit wonder?", Nami asked you.
"I can do this more than just once, yes. I don´t use it too much but this I had to", you admitted with a soft smile. "TREASURES, MARINES, YONKOS! COME AT US! YOU WON`T GET PAST US NOW!", Nami and Usopp cheered with happiness. "Goddess. Graceful, sexy, mature, powerful. My beloved! I will always be your subordinate!", Sanji kneeled in front of you.
"Yohohohoho! My eyes certainly popped out of my skull...ah, I don´t have them anymore. YOHOHOHOHOHO!", Brook laughed and you chuckled in. "You, against me", said Zoro, glaring at you. "eh? Unfair much? You have swords! I just have magic" "Just have magic?! Did you see what you just did?" "Wrong direction", chuckled Robin and Zoro flushed.
"I.WANT.NO.NEED.MOREEEE!!!! THAT WAS THE MOST AMAZING THING I EVER SAW!!! JEEEEEEE WOHOOOOOO!", Luffy cheered endless for you as you guys sailed away, making you lean against a wall of the sunny, the burning ships of the Marine in the background, burning away. "Finally free", you said under your breath, looking into the sky with the biggest smile, cheering for yourself, because let´s be honest, you deserved it.
And you knew, your freinds will always be there for you, and you will be there for them.
#luffy#luffy x oc#luffy x reader#luffy x y/n#monkey d. luffy#one piece#straw hat luffy#straw hat pirates#straw hat crew#magical oc#dragon pet#overpowered oc#slayyyyy#roronoa zoro#one piece sanji#one piece nami#one piece usopp#chopper#anime and manga#nico robin#one piece franky#soul king brook#first son of the sea jinbe
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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #13 (December 18th - January 1st)
Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!
Stucky Bingo December 2022 Round Robin by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy, Politzania, froggo, jessybarnes, Sivan325, buckyismybicycle
Square filled: Yori Nakajima, "Open wide", Winter, "I still don't know how to dance.", Huddling for Warmth, AU: Coffee Shop
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Just all the fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Boys In Love, Steve Rogers being a dork
Summary: It's December. The weather is cold. Time to reminisce with hot chocolate and dancing.
Format: Round Robin
wish for a silent night by Froggo
Square filled: B5 - AU: TV show/Movie/Book
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: christmas, strangers to lovers, post-break up
Summary: Steve and Bucky meet on the way home to New York. Neither really wants to leave the other when the plane has landed. Neither really has any Christmas plans except for being raging workaholics. And, neither really wants to start the conversation about why that is when there's so many more exciting things to get up to together.
Format: Part of a multichapter fic
I was alone, I took a ride (Chapter 30) by otp-holic
Square filled: N5 - Stark Expo
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: slow burn, friends to lovers
Summary: Steve finds out something unsettling.
Format: Part of a multichapter fic
Eight Nights by bugsandcoffee
Square filled: B3 - AU: Shrunkyclunks
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Punching nazis
Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, Hanukkah Fluff, Getting Together, Jewish Steve Rogers, Jewish Bucky Barnes
Summary: Steve meets Bucky and spends eight nights of Hanukkah with him.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Lost and Found by leavinghope
Square filled: I3 - 1940s
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: 1940s-AU, first kiss, love confessions, post Captain America: The First Avenger
Summary: Steve Rogers aimed the Valkyrie at the ice, but then he heard a voice he never thought he’d hear again.
“Bucky?”
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Dashing Through the Snow by hanitrash
Square filled: Adopted Square Dec - Kink: Hate Sex
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: A/B/O dynamics, Enemies to Lovers, snowed in, one bed, Alpha Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Bucky Barnes
Summary: Steve hates Bucky. Bucky hates him, too, so that’s fine. But when they’re forced to work together and co-teach a class, that anger begins to fade as they slowly learn more about each other. A work trip gone wrong, though, forces them to become much closer than either one ever expected…
Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)
I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight by Girl Back There
Square filled: G3 - AU: Shrinkyclinks
Ao3 rating: Mature
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Shrinkyclinks, Alpha Bucky, Omega Steve, Fake Marriage
Summary: Steve thinks it is the dumbest plan on the planet when Bucky proposes they get married so Steve can have health insurance.
""We don’t tell anyone and no one is going to figure it out. We live together, I already go with you to most of your appointments. It will be fine. We get married, you get on my insurance, and get your heart surgery. When you graduate in the spring, Stark’ll hire you, and then you’ll have your own insurance. Besides, I’m deploying for a year in September. We can get a divorce when I get back. No one ‘ll be the wiser. Let me take care of you in this way.”
And Steve says yes. Not for the insurance, but because he has been in love with Bucky since before he knew what that meant.
Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)
Infinity by Andrea1717
Square filled: I4 - 2023
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Fluff , New Year's kiss, Post Captain America:The Winter Soldier
Summary: Bucky and Steve spend a very special new year's eve together.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
it's been a long lonely december by Galks
Square filled: O4 - AU : Shrunkyclunks
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Mention of Past Injuries
Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, Speed Dating, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro
Summary: The second Bucky sits down, he’s overcome with the need to bolt at the same time as the want to never leave this chair if it means he gets to look at the man across from him.
The man – the big, blond, beautiful man – is looking at him a little timidly through his eyelashes, his head angled down slightly. It looks way more adorable than it should.
“I’m Bucky.” If someone asked him how he managed to get those two words out without stumbling all over his words, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.
“Steve,” the other man says, reaching across the table with one big hand, offering it to Bucky to shake. That too, is way more endearing than it has any right to be. “Nice to meet you.”
Bucky manages to shake the man’s hand without doing something stupid, like spill his drink or let out a whimper or something. Because, honestly, Steve ‘Nice-To-Meet-You’ Rogers is even more breathtaking in person than he is on paper or on TV – which is something, because Bucky is pretty sure the Captain was part of his big sexual awakening a couple decades ago.
Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)
Till It Bleeds Daylight by cable-knit-sweater
Square filled: B5 - AU - Detectives
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, watermelon
Major tags: AU - Detectives, AU - Mob, Steve joins Hydra, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort,
Summary: Steve has been undercover with Hydra for a couple of months, slowly getting deeper into the organization . As he tries to figure out what they’re plotting and tries to take them down, he struggles with his past, loneliness, and keeping his cover. When he finds out about a mysterious contractor, the Winter Soldier, Steve figures he or she is the key to Hydra’s plans, but getting more information is not without risk. But well, Steve is anything but risk averse - just ask his secretive one-night-stand turned regular hookup turned …something, James “Bucky” Barnes.
Or, going undercover with the criminal organization that haunted your neighborhood growing up, a Steve Rogers guide:
Step 1 - Don’t make it personal;
Step 2 - Don’t take unnecessary risks;
Step 3 - Don’t lose your cool;
Step 4 - Don’t fall in love with a hitman;
Step 5 - Ignore rules 1 to 4, especially 4.
Format: Part of a multichapter fic
I was alone I took a ride by otp-holic
Square filled: N4 - Becca Barnes
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: au, completed
Summary: The epilogue.
Format: Part of a multichapter fic
Complementing by BBD2BH
Square filled: I3 - Dysfunctional Relationship
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Threesome-M/M/M, Domestic Fluff, Sexual Role-Playing, Modern AU, Domestic Bliss
Summary: Of the three of them, Bucky’s the least likely to deserve the happiness he shares with his husbands, but Steve and Tony don’t ever make him feel like he doesn’t belong. The three of them complement each other, even if Bucky’s positive he’s the weak link.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
What I Think A Hallmark Stucky Movie Would Be by Every-Marveler-Ever
Square filled: O2 - AU: Hallmark/Lifetime
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Mention of death and hospital
Major tags: Holidays, Lawyer Bucky, Hallmark Movie Plot
Summary: Bucky is a lawyer, Steve works for ends meat, Bucky moves his parents into a new home and never visits, and Steve is their next-door neighbour and makes himself helpful. Christmas is slightly awkward when you haven’t been home in years and you are fairly sure you’re parents are replacing you.
Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)
Reckless Behavior by ralsbecket
Square filled: I5 - Secret Filming
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Quarantine, Sex Tapes, Porn Watching, Masturbation
Summary: How Bucky got the footage wasn’t much a mystery; it seemed like all the videos were of them engaging in their many, many activities (Bucky did always love watching Steve and Tony in every way he could). It felt like a violation of their privacy in some way, watching the videos, yet Steve couldn’t find it in himself to look away.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Bucky remembers Steve by Nivelle
Square filled: I4 - Silver Fox Bucky
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: post-canon
Summary: Sometimes when Bucky looks at old photos, it feels like Steve is looking over his shoulder.
Format: Art
A Very Strange Monday Morning by Andrea1717
Square filled: B2 - America's Ass
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Married Couple, Comedy, Fluff
Summary: Steve experiences a very special Monday morning.
Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)
#stucky bingo#stucky bingo round 4#round up 13#weekly round up#don't forget to fill out the submission form
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(un)happy anniversary to aziz being cancelled
aka a year since i last felt truly excited about a piece of media. or anything at all for that matter.
ngl, i think that the show ended and part of my soul kinda died with it too. for some reason, not fully lnown to myself yet either, i can't look forward to any media and/or event anymore. not really. "curious" would be the correct word, and that's as far as i can get at this time, honestly. will i ever move on? no, probably not. am i being annoying? (for which i sincerely apologize — first and foremost — to my mutuals and the people i follow, because sometimes i can be.. a lot, and please know that you never, absolutely never should feel in any way oblgated to reblog anything i post. it's your blog, you own it, and you decide what other people should and should not see. and me posting so much is just a result of.... a very intense and profound love for the show, which i think, i personally didn't have enough time to express. please, remember that, and do not feel in anyway pressed — if i tagged you (and i always try to tag people according to their interests, or if i want to show that i was inpired by them) that is because i love seeing your tags in my activity feed very much!) yes, and i am very well aware of that but honestly? also don't care. kinda. anyway, enough of my pathetic rambling, lol. i made this post to let y'all know something very important —
and i know i said this numerous times before, but —
thank you.
thank you to everyone who watched the show, shared their thoughts, or expressed their interest in any way. and thank you to everyone who continues doing it now, a year later — know that i see you all, and i love you all 💜 and i will continue doing my thing (both on my main and over at @azizcentral) as long as there's a posibility that one more person will see this wonderful, deep, emotional, and magical story that's important to me on so many levels i can't even begin to tell you about. And i thank the cast, the crew, each and everyone who worked on the show to bring it to life. I am now and i will look forward to seeing what you do in the future, and i wish nothing but the best for all of you! And i know they won't see it, but i don't really care. THANK YOU for the gift you gave us. And i call it a gift because that's what it is to me — i met wonderful people thanks to the show, i build my own little community, and we're having fun, and i'll keep and cherish every minute of it. I may be mad that much of the show's potential was wasted due to some questionable choices certain people made (ahem looking at you angrily eda t*zcan and sh*wtv executives), i'm very grateful that i can return to the show anytime i want and experience emotions which, i'll be honest, none of the other shows (or media in general) gave me since.
and of course, this journey wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for my peeps @burningblake @rosehathawhey @thatsonehellofabird @theatricaldynamite — you rock and i'm so lucky to share it with you, you made it incredibly special ❤
and to all the people who started watching the show because of my edits, or consider watching it, and those who reblogged my aziz stuff even if it isn't your thing, and those who keep coming to the fandom – i am HONORED. When i started posting Aziz back in November '21, i couldn't even DREAM that it''ll become a thing for me to build a community around, or (can you imagine?) become my sort of a brand, not to mention that to think that people wil start watching it because of WHAT I DO. If we're honest, all i did was making gifs – YOU ALL made it work. made it A FANDOM. It's your reblogs, your messages, your tags. And i cannot thank you enough for that.
And to all my non-aziz followers — my sincerest apologies. believe me, i didn't mean to spam your dash like that, it's really out of my control, agdfgugfdu 🫠 this show rewired my brain chemistry forever and it cannot be undone. whatever the thing is you followed me for, and chose to stay despite my everyday madness — thank u so very much, and i hope you're enjoying it here ❤
As for me personally, i'm gonna continue sitting here quietly in my little corner and hope that someday, somehow, some way, the casts reunites, cause ngl. it will make me very, VERY happy. and bc a girl just gotta dream about somethin, ya know? (says the girl who literally spent an ENTIRE YEAR in denial and successfully continues being delusional still. well, we all have hobbies i guess 🤷🏻♀️)
As i said above, i'm not gonna stop. Because it brings me joy AND because well, show must go on (and also bc it's my only mission on this hellsite lmao), i am so very grateful for all your support (It is truly SO MUCH) and i am certain that we will do SO MANY wonderful things together ❤
peace ✌🏻✨
#the day the media and entertainment industry officially died to me#it still affects me more than it should tbh i'm perfectly aware of that#shit not to be emotional on my main..... once again 😅#you are all so important to me and i am SO grateful for having u in my life ❤#it literally wouldn't even be a thing without you all#aziz#dasha.txt
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I was tagged by @purplejan. 💜
✨ 16 questions for 16 mutuals ✨
1. Are you named after anyone?
I wasn’t named after a person, but I was named after the song “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac.
2. When was the last time you cried?
I’m not much of a crier, but I did just cry over a true crime YouTube video I was watching.
3. Do you have kids?
Absolutely not. I’ve known since I was a child myself that I have no desire to ever be a parent.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yes, I definitely do. My sense of humor is very dry and sarcastic.
5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
I don’t think there’s one specific thing that I immediately notice about everyone. It depends on the person and what about them stands out to me.
6. What’s your eye color?
Green!
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
I’m not a big fan of movies, but if I am going to watch one, I usually go for a horror or thriller or something along those lines. My favorite movie is The Proposal, though, so take that as you will.
8. Any special talents?
No. 😌
9. Where were you born?
Missouri, USA
10. What are your hobbies?
I like reading, watching TV, listening to podcasts, baking, watching drag content, etc. I’m pretty boring.
11. Do you have any pets?
I have two dogs named Finn and Coco.
12. What sports do you play or have you played?
I haven’t played sports in a long time, but when I was younger, I did gymnastics, three types of dance (tap, jazz, and ballet), and basketball. I also played one season of T-ball and didn’t like it enough to continue on into softball. I tried volleyball for a hot second, but I wasn’t very good at it and never played on an actual team.
13. How tall are you?
5′4″
14. Favorite subject in school?
I loved any type of science other than physics. Chemistry was my favorite.
15. Dream job?
I used to have a “dream job,” but now I just want a job that pays me enough to live comfortably, has good benefits, isn’t too stressful, and doesn’t make me dread going to work every day. I just started a new job on January 9th, and so far it checks all of those boxes, so I’m satisfied. That being said, I have a master’s degree in criminology (and am not currently using it).
16. Sunset or sunrise?
Mornings are not for me, so I probably prefer a sunset.
I assume I’m supposed to tag 16 people, but I’m sure a lot of y’all have already done this, so I’ll tag a few and ask that you please don’t k*ll me if I’m the 700th person to tag you. @roxy206 @sapphicsupremacist @creatinglunasea @goodemethyd @t4yce @boscobetty
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NAVIGATION!
Welcome to my tumblr. I write, and I write A LOT! It´s chaotic at best, but I´ll try to make it a bit easier for you to navigate through my chaos.
I DO NOT GIVE PREMISSION to translate or post my work on any other sites. This is my heart and soul, and my stories (minus the characters) belongs to ME!
CHARACTERS I WRITE ABOUT! (List might be updated)
Frank Grillo Characters (This is definetly my NUMBER ONE)
Sebastian Stan Characters (With some limitations)
Tom Hiddleston Characters (With some limitations)
Video Stories!
Since Tumblr prevents me from putting over 100 links in my posts (and I write WAY more than that.) I´ll have to send you to the Trailer for these stories, and then you´ll be directed further on to the Next Video in each post. If there is no Next Video link, that means the next video isn´t posted yet!
Strangers With Memories (Based on A True Story)!
Clairvoyance (Avengers Fiction)
BOOKCOVERS!
Yes! I can help you make a cover for your story. Just PM me, and I´ll help, as best as I can. The only thing I want in return is that you tag me, and let people know that I made the cover.
REQUESTS!
I absolutely do take requests. But I have a life outside tumblr. So I can´t promise that I have time right away. And you can´t request anything. There are some things I just won´t write.
RULES!
Everything Frank Grillo characters go. I´ll write just about anything as long as it´s not RPF (you can read the rules about RPF further down)
NO Peter Parker (he is just way too young for me, and it will be awkward)
NO underage!
You can ONLY request about the characters featured in my masterlist. If you want something else, you can either wait, and see if I expand my list, or take your request someplace else.
I DO NOT take plot request for my ongoing stories!
Please do not request something you already requested from someone else (I will check this!)
RPF rule! You must allow me to tag you and let people know that this was your request.
RPF rule! Remember that an RPF is about a real living person. I will not disrespect anyone, and never feature their families or other people around them that are non famous.
Remember that your requested story will be posted on all my writing social media sites. That includes Wattpad, Instagram & Facebook (just a picture I´ll make for the story), AO3 and my website
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I saw your comment on the anti post and didn't want to reply to it because I didn't wanna get harassed by the Anon
But as a bkdk shipper I agree with you
As someone whos met people who are toxic it's a nightmare to deal with when they try to force a opinion down your throat
H*ll even a toxic izuocha shipper disrespected my gender because I thought izuocha was a little cliche
But ya as a friendly bkdk shipper I agree with you on people being rude with their opinion
Im very glad you send me this ask, because you show how bkdk shippers and anti bkdk can peacefully co-exist, without both sides trying to eat each others throats. There is a difference between shipping for the lolz because its fun or turning a ship into your whole personality, attack and harass others who have an different opinion on the ship and just being completly obssessed to the point that only the ship matters and not the story!
Yes I hate bkdk, I think the ship is terrible toxic and izuku deserves better then to be shipped with the guy who abused him for 12 years, but I have nothing against people who peacefully ship it and leave others alone. There is a difference between a bkdk stan and a bkdk fan. Of course there are toxic anti bkdk too and of course also toxic izuocha, kiribaku and tododeku shippers, but its a fact that bkdk shippers are the most aggressive and obssessed shippers in the fanbase. And this toxic shippers give the rest of nice bkdk shippers like you a bad reputation and thats very unfair. Almost everyone who isnt a bkdk shipper (except neutral people) hate the bkdk fanbase and see all of them the same bad, when thats not the case. Thats why I think its so important that also bkdk shippers call the toxic ones in their fanbase out. I do the same with anti bkdk people who act over the top and attack shippers.
The first thing I did was blocking the bkdk tag and also blocking certain blogs, otherwise visiting the main bnha tag would be torture for me. I stay out of their space as long as they stay out of mine. If a bkdk attacks me, because they dont like one of my anti posts I defend myself! Never did I attack someone first, but Im allowed to defend myself or other anti bkdk if a toxic stan trys to put up a fight over a ship about two underage boys. People dont like the same things and people will talk about the things they like or dislike.
Honestly I dont like shipping in generell, I think shipping by itself is very toxic and the sole reason why there is literally no fandom that isnt a hellhole. I just want to concentrate on the story and the characters arc. That doesnt mean there arent ships I dont like, but I try my best not to focus on them. Shipping should be fun and not a war about which ship will be canon in the end! Thats not the purpose.
Im allowed to write whatever I want on my blog. If someone doesnt like my anti posts, they are free to block me or at least to block the anti tag, if they cant stomach that not everyone likes their stupid ship. Dont invade each others space and everyone should be happy!
So, thank you again for sending me this ask. I hope a lot of anti bkdk and bkdk shippers see it and understand that both sides can peacefully coexist. We just need to accept that tastes and opinions are different and dont try to force our own opinion down someone elses throat. There is a reason why there is a blocking button!
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[Forsythia is full on grinning now, happy to have found a conversational partner]
“Oh right, you´re an actor! I´m afraid I haven´t kept up with the pictures, but now I just might, since I have someone to look out for!”
[She conjures a piece of paper out of her dress pocket and scribbles something on it, the words “images animées”, “dis à Chetan “ and “Eli Fawcett” can be seen, she looks up again and smiles]
“Just so I don´t forget about it. Alors, you were a Gryffindor? Quelle coïncidence, my best friend Chetan was one as well, I used to constantly hang out with him!”
Memories of spilled ink, tea, and dirt on the Gryffindor table come to mind.
“Cher Merlin, I hope you weren´t one of the poor souls whose things I´d ruin! Or a witness to the whomping willow sapling incident...”
[She stops, lost in thought]
If I just wasn´t so bad with remembering faces…
“Alors, I´ll just hope you have no idea what I´m talking about. And yes, usually people get a bit wary if i tell them I´m from Slytherin, that´s why I told you right away, but it´s never something a conversation can´t fix. To be fair, I can´t really say if they were side eyeing me at school for being a Slytherin amongst Chetan´s Gryffindor friendgroup, or because I was carrying plants around… I´m afraid I can´t really talk about the Slytherin classes of my year, the greenhouse wasn´t the top hang out spot… although Chetan told me some nasty stories, so I suppose there could very well be a reason behind the waryness...”
[she stops again, something still seems to trouble her]
“Je suis desolée, I can´t seem to be able to place your face, but it seems unlikely we haven´t crossed paths at least once at Hogwarts… were you perhaps in the frog choir? You mentioned singing as one of your interests... “
I should really have talked more to the people around me, I realise that now, I could have made a great friend ages ago. But better late then never.
[she sends another bright smile in Eli´s direction]
“Whatever, I´m just really glad to have met you!”
((OOC: Forsythia and her friend Chetan both started school in 1914, hopefully that helps you in placing her and Eli´s year difference. And I forgot to explain her name, assuming you wanted to tag her first and last name: her last name is technically “ferch Helyg”, indicating her lineage (ferch means “daughter of” in welsh, but I use it as “descendant of”). It isn´t that important, I just thought I´d explain it to be sure. Sorry, totally forgot to explain that.))
[Eli munches down some egg toast as he’s talking — he knows eating something bland will help with metabolizing the alcohol that’s making his head pound. This results, though, in him absently eating with his mouth full at points.]
Eli: “…Mm, well…I probably looked a bit different at school, anyhow.”
I had long hair, for a good chunk of it. At least I was able to swipe some proper trousers when I got older…and at least when I played the piano in Hogsmeade, most of the patrons could just assume I was a bloke, when I had my hair tucked into a cap…
[Eli puts on his best grin.]
Eli: “…I wasn’t actually in the choir.”
My voice never sounded right. I’ve never been able to sing the parts I wanted to.
Eli: “(without skipping a beat) But honestly, it’s probably just as well that you can’t place me — I’ve never been much the type to look back. But hey, maybe that’s why I’m constantly tripping over my own feet!”
[He laughs as he takes another swig of pear juice.]
Eli: “May I take it that you’re a musician yourself? Or at least a music lover?”
((OOC: Ah, thanks for letting me know! I’ll be sure to correct that!))
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Hey, can I request a Platonic Yandere!Melodias with a child he had with Elizabeth before she died? Sorry if you don't do platonics!
Of course you can! I hope you like it! I don`t have any experience with writing platonic yanderes and before I knew it I had written more than I had planned for the backstory, so... this is all that happens before the main story of Seven Deadly Sins. Btw. I`m gonna assume you meant the first time Elizabeth died.
Platonic yandere Meliodas with his child
So it`s very likely that the first few months you had both, your mother and your father. There was a war raging on but they still somehow managed to drown you in love and affection. Your parents were very protective of you back then, too. You were a hybrid and while many people of Stigma could ignore your demon genes, especially because your mother is Elizabeth, there were still a lot of glares sent your way. Nevertheless you were raised with much care and love.
You were barely a few months old when Elizabeth was murdered and both your parents cursed. Meliodas woke up to your confused cries only to discover Elizabeth’s corpse holding your small body in her arms protectively. How you got there was a mystery, they had made sure that you were safe and secure while they would fight, not only for themselves or peace but for your right to exist. He was devastated, grief washing over him as he had to take you from her, what he assumed, last embrace.
He wandered aimlessly for a while, making sure you were well-fed and in good health, playing with you and hoping that he`d make a good parent. You were his only source of joy and he almost burst into tears when you said your first words, took your first steps or did just about anything. Hide and seek or tag were ordinary pastimes, but your sparkling eyes and joy were contagious and Meliodas found himself enjoying such regularities. When he talked to others he was almost always asking for tips on parenting or where the next food source was. Meliodas never staid long with these people, fearing that they`d somehow harm you. However, he let you play with animals he deemed safe. Should they try anything funny he`ll simply send them a glare, frightening them into obedience.
It was about that time that he met Elizabeth`s first reincarnation. He was carrying you and when you pointed up, babbling and laughing, he followed your gaze to meet hers. Happiness, relief, glee. Those feelings overwhelmed him and before he knew it he tried to hug her with one arm, balancing you on the other. The rejection was harsh, but he managed to stick by her side. Whenever he had doubts that this wasn`t really Elizabeth he would simply watch her play with you, the two of you having naturally bonded in no time and his doubts would disappear. Meliodas and Elizabeth fell in love again and all seemed well.
You grew up well in the warrior tribe your mother belonged to. They treated you well, even though you couldn`t help feeling isolated from them with the way your father would sometimes usher you away from them. But it was fine, you were happy. Meliodas would train you on how to control your powers as well as how to defend yourself while Elizabeth showed you how to distinguish between plants and how to cook. You knew that you had lived off of meals made by your father before but you feared the day that would ever happen again. So you studied how to save any dish, no matter how horrible.
You were a few years older now and you noticed something off about your father. There seemed a sadness to him, one you only understood later on. You were already entrusted with the secret of your mothers rebirth and you had no problem with that, you were simply grateful, happy that you had a close bond with her despite her not remembering your earliest months and I mean, you didn`t either.
When Elizabeth showed signs of regaining her old power both you and Meliodas were elated. Only later did you two realise that it wasn`t a joyful occasion as you watched your mother die in front of you. Before you knew it your father had covered your vision, holding you close as tears streamed from both of your eyes. You were a happy family, so why had your mother died again?
Going back to wandering, you and your father were alone again. He was spoiling you, anything you wanted you got, being showered with affection and praise was the norm. When there was something threatening you, Meliodas took care of it swiftly. Only sometimes would he search for an enemy for you to fight together, though he`d make sure you wouldn`t even be so much as grazed. You wouldn`t get attached to anyone else, leaving the new place before any ties could be made. Your dad made sure that no one would dare to get close to you.
By the time you met your mother’s second reincarnation you were a teenager and it was quite the experience. People would assume you and your father to be siblings and you never stayed long enough to correct them. You couldn`t do that here. No, not if you wanted to have your mother-daughter relationship. So the two of you decided to tell her that the both of you weren`t human, you wouldn`t tell her what exactly you were but yes, Meliodas was in fact your father. And later on yes, you`d love to call her mom.
It didn`t take long for the curse to activate and by the third reincarnation you and your father became aware of its full extend. You had a mental breakdown, damned to watch your mother die over and over again. Meliodas wasn`t feeling any better but he comforted you nonetheless. He never wanted to see you in that state again but he couldn`t bring himself to forbid you and him to seek out Elizabeth. So he promised you that day that you two would never separate, that he`d be by your side forever.
Like this, centuries passed. You would meet your mom, sometimes even as a child, spend some happy years together before she was taken from you again. Your father would always make sure to be there for you but he was hesitant to letting you make any acquaintances. there were only few exceptions to who you could interact with regularly. One would be Merlin who you soon viewed as part of your family, an older sister figure of sorts.
Life was fine, the two of you living with Liz in a small kingdom, Meliodas was a well respected knight and you were his apprentice, going with the story of you two being siblings. Until Fraudrin appeared, at least. He took you by surprise, injuring you and murdering Liz. Your dad went ballistic and the next thing you knew you were in Liones, your mother`s next reincarnation being nothing more than a small child.
From then on you were only allowed to walk around with at least one of the other sins. You weren`t an official member but you accompanied them and occasionally fought alongside them. One of their orders was to never let you get hurt and they followed that one almost religiously unless they wanted their cheerful Capatain to turn livid and everything close by wiped of the face of earth.
When the country turned against you knights and Merlin sealed his powers you just barely managed to get him out of there and into a cave where you met a new companion, the talking and ever hungry Hawk. Planning to reunite with the momentarily disbanded group you opened a tavern, your father in charge of drinks and serving while you cooked, refusing to let anyone taste the hell your father called edible and he didn`t argue, preferring to keep you from those drunkards either way. .
Work starting in the evening and ending late at night, gathering any kind of information before going to sleep and then spending some quality time with your father which included hunting ingredients for various dishes. It was peaceful for a few years but before you knew it you stood across from someone in quite the impressive armor, Meliodas shielding you protectively. Anyway, that`s how you met your mother again.
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Hii I was wondering if you could please do a one shot for me you don’t have to if it’s to much but thought this would be cute
Modern day ivar x reader where a portal opens up and past Viking ivar comes through and he’s shamelessly flirting with the reader they were even together back in his time and he’s telling her all about he’s victory’s of course the readers all shy and stuff cause I mean come on it’s ivar the boneless then modern day ivar is a little jealous but end fluffy with the reader calming him down
This Life and the Next
You're a librarian who stumbles upon a book that gives you a window into the past, but when a door is opened you can't control what comes through it.
Warnings: Discussion of death and dying, reincarnation, fluff, jealous Ivar, happy ending. This has a lot of themes from The Mummy series.
Viking Ivar's life is in italics. If you want to be added to a tag list please comment below which fandom.
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"Ivar, I'm going. I'll be home before dinner" You had been busy all week, a Nordic mythology at the local university had died and left all her books to the rare and precious book library you ran. That meant you had piles of books to process, some of which were hundreds of years old.
"Ok Dear, do you want me to cook tonight?" Ivar always looked after you, a true Viking lover he wrote you poetry and washed your hair and called you names like "My Star" and "My Goddess."
"If you're feeling up to it, then yes" you were mindful that he also lived a busy life and that he was already doing more around the house to make up for all the time you've been spending at work.
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to, now leave so you can be home in time."
You huffed out a laugh then walked out the door.
"Love you Ivar."
"Ivar, My King, I have to go now love. I"ll be back before supper."
You could hear the clink of his crutch as he walked over to farewell you.
"Why don't you bring your scrolls here and spend the day with me, I miss you terribly when you hide in that room." Ivar hogged you, when you weren't busy reading or teaching the children of Kattegat, he made sure you were with him.
You gave him a sly smile.
"You know I won't get anything done if I do that, you can't keep your hands to yourself."
You looked back at him once more before you left.
"Goodbye My Love"
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This book was a heavy one, too heavy for its size. When you opened it, it became clear why. There was some kind of artifact inside it, it was round and covered in runes and had a blue gemstone in the very centre.
He who opens me will see through the ages.
You'd seen this movie before, but there was something about the artifact that drew you in. You placed your hand on what looked like finger holes and giggled them around.
"Click click"
The gemstone sunk further into the object, while a ring in the middle popped out. You tried a few things before you settled on turning it clockwise in the direction of the runes.
"Cluck"
Another noise and then nothing.
"See through the ages my ass", you thought before putting the book down.
As it touched the ground there was a flash of light and a rush of smoke. And then there was a man standing in your archive room.
"Ivar! How did you get here?" well, the man looked like your Ivar but he certainly wasn't.
"Hello Wife, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
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There was a crash for the other room and them a shout, and then Ivar was practically running into your workroom to see what the noise was about.
"Are you ok My Star?"
There were smoke stains on your face and the room smelt like burnt honey.
"I'm fine, it seems this recipe for 'pertuptal honey' was a lie, I think I just wasted all my herbs."
Ivar chuckled, he had never met someone so determined to learn the knowledge of the world, it worried him sometimes.
"Well dear, if that was real then I'm sure Frigg herself you be impressed if you managed it." He placed a hand around your waist.
"Come now, let's get you cleaned up.
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"Wife!?" This man was a doppelganger for your Ivar, he looked a little older, and his voice had a thicker accent, but somehow, in some way, he was your Ivar.
"Look Buddy, I don't know who you are or what you're doing here but I don't think you should be here." the man didn't look perturbed, curious maybe, but he was nowhere near as concerned as you.
"Perhaps you're not my wife, you're just as beautiful" He was a charmer like your Ivar too.
"Ok ok, oh ok." The gravity of the situation had just hit you, you were pretty sure the real, actual, historical Ivar the Boneless was standing in your little library.
You stepped slowly towards him to pick up the book that started it all. You got a closer look at Ivar's legs, along with what looked like a rudimentary crutch, you could see they were wrapped in metal braces. He was a carbon copy of your Ivar, down to the osteogenesis imperfecta.
Your heart broke from him, you knew how bad it was for your Ivar some days and he had access to modern medicine.
"We need to get home so I can deal with this" you knew you had more access to information here but you couldn't risk someone seeing him, and deep down, you knew you had to limit his access to the modern world.
"Come with me and I'll do my best to expain everything."
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To say the ride to your home was an experience was an understatement, you had to explain everything, from the car to the roads and the traffic lights.
"My partner is at home right now, I expect you to be a gentleman."
The smirk he gave you was all your Ivar, all bravado and confidence.
"I make no promises, espeailly if he hasn't had to ball to ask for your hand." you and Ivar had talked about marriage before, but you had agreed to wait until you had lived together for a little longer before jumping into such a commitment.
"You're married aren't you? You called me Wife when we first met." he smirked again.
"Yes but you are a complete copy of her, I simply figured she had created a mess and brought me into it" he sounded the way your Ivar did when you got up to no good, it was full of fondness and admiration.
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"Ivar, help!"
Ivar was in the middle of talking to Ubbe when you called out to him. When you rounded the corner into your workroom, he could see that you were covered in a sticky substance that had coated your hair in long green strings.
"Oh My Star, what did you do this time?" he was guiding you to your washroom as he spoke.
"I was trying to make a new coating for your war arrow but I heated it too long, it was meant to keep them sharp for much longer but right now I think they'll just get stuck in the bow."
The expression on his face was one of pure love, despite all the mess your experiments caused, your creative spirit made him feel like the luckiest man in all of Midgard.
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You were standing at your front door with Ivar behind you, you knew you couldn't wait outside forever, but you also had no idea how to explain this mess to your Ivar.
"Please stay out here for a moment, I need to talk to my boyfriend about what's going on."
When you entered the house, Ivar was doing his daily physiotherapy, now was not the best time to interrupt him, but you didn't really have an option.
"Ah, Ivar." He could tell by your tone something was wrong.
"What did you do this time y/n?"
You look at him right in the eyes.
"Promise not to get mad?" he nodded.
"I think I may have opened a portal to the 9th century and a Viking stepped through, he's on our doorstep right now."
"What!?" Ivar was looking around like you had just told him the sky was falling.
You were already opening the door when your statement sunk in.
Vikings Ivar was in the door and a steely silence came over the room, the men were looking over each other like two wolves ready to fight over a fresh kill.
Vikings Ivar piped in first, "I must say y/n you have excellent taste in men."
You Ivar was up on his feet and ready to take the other man on when you stepped in front of him.
"I could really use your help, I need to get him back home" Your Ivar gave you a fleeting look.
"Fine, but he keeps his hands, and his thoughts to himself."
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The rest of the day went surprisingly well, you spent most of your time pouring over your books while Viking Ivar asked various questions. Your Ivar answered all of them before you even had the chance to open your mouth, and the animosity between them was growing fast. You had to do something to stop it so you could think.
"Love, can you please show Ivar the shower before I get dinner on?"
Your Ivar huffed and got up without sparing the other man a glance.
"I'm guessing you want me to lend him some clothes, are well?" your patience was wearing thin.
"Yes, what else is he supposed to wear? Maybe give him the summer linen outfit I got you, it's closest to what he would normally wear."
"Fine"
You had chosen to cook some fish and vegetables for dinner in hopes it wouldn't be too different to what he would typically eat.
"What kind of man doesn't provide servents for his beloved" Your Ivar looked like he was about to rip the other man's heart out of his chest.
"Listen you ass, we don't have servants anymore, maybe you'd be less of a dick if you did some things for yourself."
You felt like the coal in a fire sandwich right now, you had to get the other Ivar back home before your Ivar killed him.
"I think I'm almost done finding a way to get you back. I'm going to go into the home office, please don't kill each other while I'm gone."
Viking Ivar piped up, "Of course not beautiful, I wouldn't want to do anything to upset you."
At the last line, he shot a look at your Ivar as if to say, "You're upsetting her"
You emerged from the office just before 9:00pm, it seemed like the two Ivar had reached some kind of common ground. They talked to each other while your Ivar showed the other one his special socks.
"I'm sure someone will be able to make something simllar, they really help me when it's cold."
A weight was lifted off your shoulders, at least the next few hours would be without conflict.
"I know how to send you back, we just have to wait till midnight."
Vikings Ivar looked up at you. "Oh thank the Gods, you are a Goddess woman!"
Your Ivar stood up in an attempt to look large "watch it buddy."
Maybe the wait till 12am wouldn't be so trouble-free.
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Midnight rolled in slower than you would have liked, but you spent most of your time readying the ritual to send Ivar back home.
"May I ask you something y/n" you were worried about what it might be, you knew you couldn't give away any information for fear of changing the past.
"It depends but go ahead" he suddenly looked like a scared little boy.
"Do you know how long my wife and I will be married for?" So it was one of those questions, you could tell you love what must have been the past version of you with all his heart.
"if the Saga is to be believed, you both ruled your kingdom for nearly 60 peaceful and prosperous years. They say your love story is one for the ages because you passed within hours of each other. One of your many children found you both one moring dead in each others arms."
He had a look of bittersweet sadness in his face.
"I'm afraid that's all I can tell you, there are certain things you don't want to mess with and time is one of them."
He nodded
"I understand"
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It was time, you, your Ivar and past Ivar were all standing out in your backyard with the book and artifact in one hand and a goblet in the other.
"All you have to do is drink this, then I recite some things, and the last thing I need to do is reset the artifact and the doorway should open to send you back home."
Your Ivar looked very happy, he had an air of victory around him.
"Before I leave I would like to talk to Ivar alone."
You weren't sure that was such a good idea.
"Um... ok, you have three minutes."
You walked away but not far enough to be out of earshot.
"You must not let her go Ivar. I have been given the immense gift of knowing I will live the rest of my life with my beloved, please don't allow her to slip through your fingers."
You couldn't see it but your Ivar was nodding.
"I know, she's a special lady."
As the ritual start you could feel the energy in the air, once the last piece of the artifact was clicked in there was a swirl of wind and a doorway appeared in the night's sky.
"It's time for you to go now."
"Goodbye, Both of you" He gave you one last look, his eyes lingered on your Ivar, as if they were exchanging an unspoken agreement, and then he was gone.
"Where you telling the truth when you told him about his life?" Ivar looked a little sad, it seemed he was contemplating something profound.
"Yeah, some of the poetry he wrote her is still in the museum."
"How sweet" Ivar's tone was bitter.
"Ivar, shut up! I love you, I'm here with you. No one, not even the king of the Vikings could measure up to you." you softened when you saw the look in his eyes.
"I'm not going to go anywhere, you have me for as long as you want me."
Ivar leaned over to pull you into his embrace.
"I love you y/n, in this life and the next."
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a/n: this is the first installment(?) of the Nori brain rot from ages ago w/a Studio Ghibli vibe, idk man this just happened
word count: 2.2k
tags: post!Shibuya arc, possible spoilers, blood, violence, cursing(?), heavily Hoizer inspired, kinda edited
character(s): Noritoshi Kamo, fem!sorcerer reader
pt ll
Curses stank.
In a metaphorical sense yes. But also in a literal sense for you.
These twisted beings permeated your senses like a rot that you could never rid. Unless exorcised they stuck around in your nostril for days. Each one a different smell but all of them stuck in your craw all the same.
Beasts of rancid nature in behaviors and looks. Nothing more than to be exorcised by sorcerers. You learned quickly that exorcising the curses was no different than taking out week old trash.
What you hadn’t planned on was someone doing more than dumping trash on the world. Whatever had happened. Suddenly you were faced with more than just dutiful tasks of keeping non sorcerers safe. A monsoon of trash had been dumped not only on you. But every human in this world.
Your nostrils burned. And you couldn’t be rid of these things quick enough. Each one you exorcised only meant two or three popped up in their place. Never ending. You couldn’t stomach this smell though. It wouldn’t kill you before you got a breath of fresh air.
Glancing around you take a deep breath. Mountain air on the outskirts of Kyoto during this time of year always meant a refreshing break from the city stank. What you smelled wasn’t refreshing. It was that same vile smell you could clearly recall.
A curse. One that was close too.
To thread carefully was to perhaps save your life. Every aspect of daily life ripped from you. As well of millions of others. You had done your part to try and protect those around you. Soon finding it in slight vain as you sought out some place to find your own breath of fresh air in this madness.
‘It’s close....I feel like I’m gonna hurl.’ Thoughts toying with where the curse might have hidden itself. You keep a firm grip on your hilt with every intent to draw it the second the creature made the mistake of slipping up.
Where you could smell it lurking. There was something else. Almost metallic in scent. You ignored it though. Nothing over powered the scent of a curse. You longed for just the sight of these things. Told over and over again how handy it was to have more than one sense open to curses. Each and every time you took a whiff of one, it made you wish nothing more than to just be able to see these creatures instead of smell them as well.
‘Wait-’ Every alarm in your body went off. Snapping around you couldn’t smell the rancid putridness of the curse anymore. That same metallic scent hung around though. You couldn’t identify it. It was something you’d never smelt before but also so familiar.
Each hair on the back of your neck rose. This was an old deserted Buddhist temple. No one should have been here except you and the curse ransacking the place. A safe haven or so you thought. When your instinct told you to step behind one of the structural beams. You were suddenly glad you did.
Mere inches from your face, the gust of an arrow whistled past you. Weapons were not used by curses. Now you understood. That smell was human.
Quick to defend yourself, with sword drawn, you didn’t expect the same arrow to make a hard one eighty back in the direction you were. No wooden pillar to save you now. You raise your sword just quick enough to sheer the object in half. Rendering what ever power it was imbued with useless. As it had sped past you though the faint smell of iron suddenly became strong. Whatever it was from had a source. Likely human.
Not ready to give up your ideal hiding place to some interloper. You take only a second to focus on the unfamiliar smell. Faint. And not like a curse. There was something towards the back of the temple though that hinted that they were lurking where you couldn’t see them.
With an idea of where the attack would come from. When another arrow came flying by you from a faceless source, you were ready. Smacking it down before the enchanted weapon could turn on you like the first had. This time though you’d seen what angle the projectile was fired from.
‘Gotcha,’ No shortage of ways around a deteriorated temple like this. You duck down through a few broken beams and make your way up to where the attack came from.
Expecting to have but a lowly sniper sitting with no way to guard themselves. You find no one. But the scent lingered. Scrutinizing it closer you decided maybe to use a different sense, “...Hey, I know you’re not a curse! Neither am I! Maybe if you just-” Words cut off by another arrow whizzing past you. There was nothing ruder than being interrupted. Glowering in the direction that the arrow came from now you tightened you grip on your sword, “Ok! I get it- Strangers we might not-”
Another arrow. This time too close to your head for comfort. You lost your patience with the third one.
Recklessly charging towards the assailant was clearly enough to throw their game off track. Swinging your weapon before seeing what it was to lie before you. It was a surprise when your blade met with the dull thud of the wooden limb of a bow.
“What the-” You attack deflected for the moment being. Your first instinct is to jump back from whoever deflected your attack. In close enough range you thought you had the upper hand to avoid the bow. But that was purely lazy thinking on your part as the cause of the stank of iron became clear.
“Slicing exorcism!” This nobody who reeked of iron shot what looked to be a shuriken made of blood at you.
No time to be disgusted. An overwhelming scent of blood made it apparent what you’d been smelling. It wasn’t a simple metal. It was blood.
“Oh- Oh!” You raise your blade up in the nick of time to just get the splatter of cold liquid on your cheeks. Disgusted in passing you have no time to dwell as the stranger before you makes to dart away. With their head of dark hair in your line of sight, you weren’t ready to try and re-find them once again in this maze of debris.
Lurching forward you feel the upper hand stall when they stopped your attack once more with the brute of their bow. Clear view of them now. The man who’d clearly fired the arrows was all but composed when shaking off your attack. No way to not suspect another sorcerer caught up in this giant trash heap of curse attacks. You still have no time to play nice when they hurl another blood conjured weapon at you.
In such suddenness you are less lucky than you have been. This one catching your cheek and causing a sting to spread throughout the skin of your face. Fed up with this game you don’t care if he’s a sorcerer or not. This was a one for all situation now that you intended to win.
Firm foot hold found. You realize the man has cornered himself at this point. Range attacks out of the question. Undoubtedly giving you the upper hand now. With a hefty swing of your sword and the first time you’d channeled any energy into at all. You bring it down like a guillotine. Ready to strike flesh. Instead the snap of the bow is your first sign of an upper hand.
All but trash the man throws it aside but too slowly. You’re on him before the range attacker can pull that weird blood trick again. Slight intent to kill as if he were a curse. You swipe your foot down and knock him down to the temple floor with a hard thud.
You waste no time between the moment his head hit the ground and your above him. Tip of your blade pressed to his neck. One breath too deep from him and the sharp tip would pierce his pale skin. Eyes fixated down on him you realize in the moments after your adrenaline fades that he’s staring right up at you.
Sharp tongue your words come out curt only to be interruped right away, “Who are-”
“Another sorcerer-” His eyes open from the slits they’d remained in the skirmish, “What are you doing here? How did you-”
“I get to ask the questions!” You snarl, jabbing his throat with your sword just enough to watch a crimson bead peak from under the tip of your weapon, “You attacked me, what are you doing up here? Why were you-”
“...you’re so pretty-” Suddenly his eyes open wide realizing what he said, “Wait I didn’t-”
“Shut up or I’ll cut your throat out!” Your sword pressing uncomfortably into the side of his neck now, “I asked you a question! Why are you up here!?”
“Kamo-”
“What? What are you-”
“Kamo family!” He quickly sputtered, “Head of the Kamo family!”
The name rang a bell somewhere in your frazzled brain.
“I’m the head-” He suddenly registered really the blade to his neck, “I’m looking for stragglers-”
“In an abandoned temple?” You weren’t buying it.
“My people live just down the hill,” He spoke earnestly, “I had to keep the stragglers safe when the curses released from their seals in the keep. Some where up here but-”
“I killed them,” You glared down at him, “I killed all but the one you shot. How long were you up here? Were you following me?”
A shake of his head even as he stared at the glimmer of your sword, “No. I was looking for anyone who came up here. I didn’t expect to find another sorcerer. I felt your cursed energy and assumed you were a curse.”
Eyes narrowing you didn’t like the sound of something so simple to this pretty face, “...I don’t believe you. Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right now or else-”
“Noritoshi-” He blurted out, “Noritoshi Kamo. Head of the Kamo family. I can give you some place safe to stay. I don’t understand what’s going on but-”
You lift the blade from his throat. Something about the diligent tone in his voice. Like he’d introduced himself like that a million times. You could kill him but it seemed a waste. Weapon retracted but no offer to help him up. You stand above him with a confounded glare, “...do you know what’s happening?”
His head shook and your stomach dropped. Noritoshi didn’t get up. Only propping himself up slightly when he realized the back of his head was thumping from the impact, “....A special grade curse released a powerful seal in Shibuya about two weeks ago...I saw but....” His face became somber and he shook his head once again, “...I don’t know what’s been going on. I just know things are in disarray and it’s my duty to protect my people.”
Once more you were skeptical but with how little rest you’d gotten in the past few days due to the tremendous increase in curses. This man’s words seemed as solid as any other theory you’d heard. More so than the plea of non sorcerer’s you listened to day in and day out about the end of times.
“...Has the Jujutsu elders said anything?” You step off him completely. If he was speaking the truth maybe he knew what was going on as an actual heir to one of the clans.
Noritoshi looked up at you a moment longer, “No...there’s been a wide emergency notice to do what you can but our numbers....” He grew quiet, “...as many sorcerers seem to be dying as the rest of Japan.”
Perhaps the end of times were coming. You grip your sword hilt tight and take a deep breath, “....seems a angel of death is coming then whether we like it or not.”
“You’re a sorcerer.” He began to get to his feet, “Please, come with me. If anything to stay away from here. There is a grave yard on the other side of the thicket. More curses will come. No one should be here even as a sorcerer yourself.”
First hand you’d seen the influx he spoke of. From every direction. While out of the city provided some safety you knew that this place left you as vulnerable as any other if you stayed alone. With no words to be spoken of from the elders. And an age of curses threatening to crowd out humans. Like a trash pile reaching it’s capacity. You didn’t see much choice in this one.
“...I will kill you if I find out you’re lying to me.” Voice firm without breaking eye contact with him as you sheath your sword, “I smell one curse in this safe space of yours and I’ll-”
“Kill me, yes,” Noritoshi nodded with both busted ends of his bow in his hands as he looked on at you, “I am not lying but if you see fit, I’ll accept you as my angel of death then.”
a/n: I have one wine cooler in me as I finish this. This might be a multi part if the inspiration finds me. Anyways, um, yeah! This is an old idea coming so pls let me know if you liked it!
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Opposites Attract - part ll
CEO Tony, Mafia boss Peter, Mafia Beck, Mafia Steve, Mafia Bucky, Pepper is good as always, blackmailing, threats, guns
part l
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“You’re not the party type.”
“Sorry?”
“You’re not the party type. It’s not like you to throw a party all of a sudden.”
“I felt like it.” I was blackmailed, Tony thought to himself, swallowing thickly.
The man was wearing the tuxedo as instructed, but he had not had the time nor the mental capacity to prepare an excuse if anyone questioned his behaviour or well being tonight. He was nothing but adrenalin and fear, and trembling like a leaf in the wind. Or so he felt.
“Is everyone here?”
“Most are here, I think. I’ll check.” Pepper said, unlocking her iPad. Her perfectly manicured fingers danced over the screen. “The Simmersons are here, Hart, Dickens and his plus one. All of our people, and then- Hm… The Stephens brothers did not show. Nor did Samantha and her wife.”
The hall was buzzing. Usually, Tony hated parties, and especially his own. He would much rather have more intimate meetings with a handful of people than mingle meaninglessly with a hundred people, pretending to care about their lives only to never see them again. This sort of setting did not match his idea of a productive meeting between people. It challenged his own perception of himself as a trustworthy and honest man who people came to for help.
Then again, he had good reason to hate this party. He was blackmailed to host it, and no one else knew.
The letter had stated that they, whoever they were, would come and find him. Tony knew the Mr Beck he had met was involved in this, he was sure of it. But, the letter was not signed, nor did it have a return address. There was no connection between Mr Beck and the threatening letter that Tony could bring to the police for aid. The men in blue would dismiss it without a care. CEO received a threatening letter, and so what? The sun shines and water is wet.
“Any other hiccups so far?” Tony asked, his gaze fixed on the well-dressed crowd in front of him.
“Catering is on schedule, and there is enough drinks. Security has not mentioned anything so far, but… Kathy came to me earlier-“
“Kathy?”
“She’s in charge of the waiters tonight. She said that one of her waiters got sick, but she got a friend of hers to fill in. I don’t remember the name, but she said it’s a guy. He has experience as a waiter, so I think we will be all right. And then…”
Pepper’s voice faded from Tony’s mind. It sounded like she was going far, far away, until he could not hear her at all. In the crowd, Tony zoned in on one man in line outside. That beard, the bright and clear eyes… Mr Beck.
“… We’ll be about 150 all together, and- hey, Tony?”
Tony shoved his way through the crowd as politely as he could, apologising and shooting forced smiles at his guests. He made it just in time before the security guard was going to let Mr Beck in. From experience, Tony knows that invitation checks are rare, and not exactly bulletproof when it comes to stopping uninvited guests at private events. But, this he was sure of. He had not invited Mr Beck, since he had no address to send it to. Tony had hosted his party, as was demanded in the letter, but there was no demand about letting certain people into his party.
Tony felt clever, brilliant even, as he put up his hand to stop Mr Beck from entering.
“Mr Stark-“ The security guard said, a little startled and confused. Mr Beck looked the same.
“I’m here for the party.” Mr Beck said, a half grin tugging on his lips. Tony wanted nothing more than to punch him.
“Check his invitation, Gary.” Tony said to the guard, his eyes fixed on Mr Beck.
“Your invitation, sir.” Gary requested politely. Tony wanted to grin at the look on Mr Beck’s face. Say it, say it.
“I don’t have one.”
“Then, I’m afraid I cannot let you in. This is Mr Stark’s private event.” Gary informed, gesturing for Beck to step aside so that he could let in other guests.
Tony definitely noticed the foul look Mr Beck gave him when he stepped out of the line and headed down the stress. Nothing made him happier.
“Is everything all right, Mr Stark?” Gary asked.
“Everything is fabulous, Gary! It’s a party!”
Tony felt like he was walking on clouds as he returned to his party crowd. He had successfully turned Beck away without causing a fuss, and fulfilling the demands in the letter. He was spotless, no one could pin him down for anything. This time, Tony’s smiles and chatter with his guests was genuine. Perhaps he could grow to like parties, even if they are his own. He is quite the brilliant host.
“Champagne?”
Perfect timing.
“Yes, thank you.” Tony replied, taking a glass for the tray. He did a double take on the waiter before sipping the bubbly drink. “I don’t remember seeing you here before. Do you happen to be the one filling in today?”
“Yes.” The waiter answered. “I’m filling in for Susan.”
“Kathy mentioned it.”
“You’re Mr Stark.”
“Now this is unfair.” Tony groaned playfully. The champagne was going directly to his brain along with the high of his clever trick with Beck. Besides, the waiter was pretty. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
The waiter smiled, and Tony was drawn to his lips which were stretching over his teeth.
“It’s Peter.”
“Peter, and where have you worked before? Kathy said-“
Something hard hitting Tony’s back made him pause in his flirting with the waiter. At a party, it is inevitable for people to bump into each other, feet clashing and elbows flying. But, Tony wished this was an elbow instead.
Without looking behind him, Tony was painfully aware of the man stood behind him. And he was pointing a gun into Tony’s back. The glee and happiness evaporated in an instant, and that icy cold fear came rushing back into Tony’s limbs, leaving him paralysed.
“Quite the stunt you pulled off there, sending Beck away. You thought you were clever, huh? Mr Stark?” The waiter cooed mockingly. Tony did not know what to do, only gape like a stupid looking fish thrown onto land.
“How did you get in here?” Tony asked, trying his hardest to keep his tone steady.
Two ladies came over to Peter for two glasses of champagne, so he only replied once they were out of earshot.
“I came in to fill for Susan, I told you.” Peter answered, acting coy. He was enjoying this far too much, Tony thought.
“And this one?” Tony asked, flickering his gaze to gesture at the man behind him. Another one appeared at his other side as well.
“Oh, Dick and Harold Stephens were kind enough to give their invitations to Stevie and Bucky. I promise you, they are having a fun evening at home.”
Tony did not trust that in the slightest.
“What did you do to them? And Susan?”
Peter did not answer, only smiled again like before. However, this time it made Tony’s stomach turn.
“Shall we go somewhere and talk, Mr Stark? It’s too crowded down here.”
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