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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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kinktoberfest • reiner braun

show: attack on titan

kink: foot play

word count: 2.0K

content + themes: foot job, toe sucking, perv reiner, football player rei, tit fucking, mutual masturbation, cumshot

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if he had seen one, he’d seen them all…tall, short, dark and bright, cute and ugly…suede and leather? Some would assume that he was referring to the types of women he had come across in his lifetime but that was the furthest thing from. Especially at the moment..as he sat in the shared master bedroom of the two story mansion you called home. Releasing heavy sighs whilst watching you toss out this pair of Manolos and that pair of Louboutins behind you from the massive walk in closet. To say he was growing weary would be an understatement. He had been there for what felt like hours, watching you try on a plethora of shoes and dresses. It was rather daunting but for his beloved wife? He’d do practically anything!

“Rei!” “Yes, sugar? What is it?” “What do you think of these?”

Reiner Braun: five time Heisman winner, all star quarterback and world famous football star..dwindled down to glorified styling assistant as his wife, (y/n) tried on what had to be the fiftieth pair you’d come across. The occasion? An upcoming charity banquet hosted by a bunch of celebrities and Reiner happened to be one of the guests. In truth, he couldn’t wait for it to be over so all of this could cease. “They look good, poundcake. I like them.” However, there was a bit of a positive to this whole ordeal..you looked stunning in those shoes. Something about watching you strut about in those stilettos was..rather sexy. He’d never admit it, out of fear of sounding like an absolute freak but he’d love nothing more than to have you pressing that heel to the center of his chest or have it dangling over his shoulders right now. Just then, you’d take a seat in front of him, plopping down in the chair. Keeling over in frustration..

“What’s the matter? They all look great. No need to be upset, sugar.”

“I know and that’s the problem. I’m never going to be able to find the perfect pair.”

folding your arms and releasing a heavy winded sigh, (y/n) tossed your head back and glared up at the ceiling. You were so incredibly frustrated but in his eyes? You were making a fuss about nothing! What was the big deal anyways? You’d be wearing a long gown that was certain to have all eyes on you regardless so why would they matter? “For God sakes, babe. It’s just a pair of shoes. What could be so important?” However, if only he knew..he would’ve kept his damn mouth shut and not asked that! Rising straight back up, Reiner was met with a rather cross glare. See, being the star..he never had to worry about those sorts of things. All eyes would be on him regardless and everyone would love him either way. It was the wife who’d be nitpicked apart for every little detail. It didn’t help the fact that you didn’t exactly look like the rest of the stereotypical trophy spouses either so they’d be grasping at straws by now. “Are you kidding? I wear something out of style or the wrong color and they’ll grill my ass. One wrong outfit and I’ll be labeled as the girl who can’t dress.”

honestly, he thought it was hilarious! Making all of this fuss about this when your entire closet costs more than most people’s rent. Besides, you had impeccable taste. Even so, he’d never be able to convince you otherwise. So rather than listening to you bellyache and gripe about absolutely nothing of importance, Reiner simply dredged your legs up to his laps and placed your feet in the center of it. In one fell swoop, he’d drag the plush chair towards him and bridge the gap between you. “You wanna know what I think? I think that you need a break..” “b-but!—“ “But nothing, sugar. We still have four days. I’m sure you can find something then. If not, go buy a new one. Hell, go buy fifty if it’ll make you happy. But stop worrying that pretty little head of yours, okay?” It was so like him..so typical of this man to talk you off of the deep end when you were freaking out. Whilst you were in the middle of your rant, he was discreetly removing that current pair and massaging your rather sore soles instead. Trying on twenty plus pairs consecutively would make anyone’s feet hurt. Although, that wasn’t his entire reason. There was a bit of underlying selfishness to it as well..

“You’re right, papa. I’m sorry..it’s not that serious.” Chuckling to himself, Reiner continued kneading his fingers into your flesh, trying to relax those tendons. As he did so, he’d also bring your ankle and instep to his lips and place soft pecks on both. “That’s my girl..” but he didn’t stop there..he couldn’t even if he wanted to. And you didn’t exactly want him to either. On top of those long legs being accessorized with those cute shoes, you were sporting nothing more than a tiny lace teddy and to his surprise…with no panties on either; catching faint glimpses of that unsheathed little slit. Just then, a light grunt would arise from his throat as your legs parted slightly once again. Especially when he heard a whimper leave your throat as well.. “..that actually feels really good.” You most certainly needed it with the way they had been feeling. He’d press his fingertips into the curvature of your foot, wrinkle your toes and even rub up to your calves. The two of you sat there with the bridge between your bodies growing much smaller. His stubble grazing your skin and that gold anklet with his name engraved on it. By now, he had practically spread you open without you so much as even realizing and to your shock..

“..I can tell.” It was so blatantly obvious by the coat of slick on your mound and protruding clit. He would like to think you chose this particular attire on purpose but either way, he wasn’t mad..not in the slightest. The funniest part was that you didn’t try to deny it. Maybe you were equally as perverse as he was but you didn’t go get those expensive pedicures every other week and get those cute little toenails doused in white just for show…you got them done so your husband could have them in his mouth while he deep stroked you later that night! With deviant glares shrouding both of your faces, Reiner continued his onslaught of tender kissing of your ankles and toes, even flicking his tongue across them whilst looking directly into your eyes. He was intent, focused and determined to get you loosened up, which seemed to be working by the looks of it. Just that quick, you had managed to get him equally aroused; spotting an unmistakable bulge in his gray sweatpants. His shirtless torso showing off those impeccable abs. Cradling your foot with one hand, akin to the way he’d done those footballs previously, he began lacing them with sloppy pecks before placing them in his mouth and suckling. The glare in those beautiful brown eyes of yours told it all:

“…shit..Rei.” Causing you to squirm in your seat, attempting to feign off those pangs of pleasure but all you’d end up doing was rutting yourself against the cushion..furthering your desire. But just as you did so, you’d feel that imprint underneath your opposite foot grow larger, practically swelling. When he had a woman this beautiful, it took next to nothing for his dick to get hard. Especially when you were into the same taboo quirks he was.. “..play with yourself.” Muttering in that grovely tone. Only repeating it as he glided his tongue up the side of your instep and nibbled at your ankle once more. “Play with that pussy f’r me. And don’t take that foot off of me either. Keep it right there.” Absolute in what he said, you’d follow his command; slowly removing your breasts from the top of that ensemble and lifting the bottom portion to expose your heat to the cool air. Those nipples were super erect and that cunt was dripping. Kneading your fingers into those round, juicy tits..(y/n) brought them up to your mouth and began suckling those stuff buds whilst rubbing on your clit. He could hear that slick being drummed up and it sent your husband into a tailspin. He was so horny right now, it made no sense. It was taking all of his restraint to not put you on this floor, pin you down and drill your shit right here. But alas, this was a little more fun. The constant teasing, the subtle foreplay and mutual freakiness between you two. Who else would be into something like this? Massaging those fingertips over your parted plumpness, you’d toss your head back; titties swaying as you impaled yourself on those digits..bouncing up and down on them, hoping to have them replaced with his thick cock soon. For now, you’d allow him to continue savoring your toes and enjoying his rather peculiar and taboo fetish; pedaling the opposite foot against his hard on. Grunting and moaning, Reiner promptly shuffled that elastic waistband down until his entire erect sprang forth. It was swollen..all eight and a half inches standing at attention and seeping with precum; apparent by the formed stain on his pants. That mushroom tip beaming red and ready to use something to relieve that pressure. He’d immediately wrap that palm around his shaft and begin stroking. Softly shuffling it up and down from the base to the tip; smacking those full balls in the process. He shouldn’t have been this aroused by your feet of all things but his infatuation with you ran throughout the entire body. That was the effect you had on him. You’d continue bringing yourselves to the edge. “Fuck..got me so hard right now, sugar. I don’t know what to do..look what you did to me.” That mischievous chuckle and grin returned as he watched you grinding on those digits, wishing they were the real thing. The power you held over him was insurmountable. Still working yourself over, you’d giggle as well, whining so helplessly.

“Fuck..get on your knees, baby. Get on your fucking knees..”

hissing through gritted teeth as he ushered you to the ground. Reluctantly removing your toes from his mouth. With those breasts still unclothed, Reiner positioned you before him; resembling an obedient little slut, he’d impatiently grope your tits..maneuvering until his cock was nestled between them and he’d make haste in fucking them. Bucking his hips forward, Reiner growled whilst using your flesh to his satisfaction. Pumping himself through the tight confines of those squeezed breasts. Utilizing his own precum as lubricant to make it easier to push through the tightly formed orifice. To say your husband was losing his mind may have been a gross understatement. After working himself over, you’d notice that his breath was beginning to falter and his strokes became uneven..a sure fire signal that he was growing closer. It wouldn’t be long before he began to twitch. You’d press your hands to the sides of your chest, closing the gap and making it more compact..thus prompting him to come..

“Nut on them, baby. Go ahead, let it out.” Even extending your tongue and closing your eyes to prepare for it. Only seconds later did you feel him come to a halt and hear a loud grunt leave his throat. It was then that you’d feel the damp warmth splattering all over your tongue, face and tits; painting you with every droplet of his cum. Grasping your chin, Reiner then placed a gentle kiss atop your forehead, amid the laughter that followed from the two of you.

“That was fun.”

“Yes it was..thank you sugar.” Swiping the remnants from your eyes. It hadn’t even dawned on either of you that you had just gotten off in the most strange of ways. But it could be your dirty little secret..no one had to know.

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heavenlyvision · 12 days

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replacement pairing: johnny cage/reader wc: 600 warnings: ANGST!!!!!!!, gn!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n a/n; i uhhhh, found an idea i wrote a very long time ago and thought "how fucked up would it be if johnny did this?" and then adapted it for him and rewrote some stuff :3 hehe i love you guys (please don't be mad) </3 ANGST UNDER CUT

His hands trace the curves and contours of your body slowly as you sway in the cool breeze the evening is providing. If you were to be looking from the outside in, this would look like a perfect moment between lovers and while the moment is between two lovers, to you, it feels less than perfect. His mind is elsewhere whilst yours is focused solely on him, on this moment, it hurts to know that he’s thinking about them again.

You never knew who they were, but he had mentioned sparingly that you were like them, you just didn’t know to what extent that was. Sometimes you would do something small, like laugh when you couldn’t quite line all the buttons up on your shirt correctly and he would get this sort of glazed-over look in his eyes with a small, sad smile and you would know that you had done something to remind him of them. It seemed, no matter how hard you tried… everything you did was a memory of them. To him, it was almost like you were them.

When he was with them, he loved freely, easily, limitlessly but it wasn’t enough, and they left him for someone else. He was a shell of himself… until he had met you and you sparkled, you had loved him so certainly, it came effortlessly to you, and that was one of the first times he had made the connection in his head, between the two of you. You were unapologetically yourself, just like they were, it was why he loved them, their fearlessness and ability to just be themselves in a world full of people trying to be someone else. It’s also why he loves you… because to him, you are the same.

Tonight was supposed to be about you and it had started that way. He took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner and then a blissful stroll under the night sky, where you both just talked and enjoyed the moment together. It would’ve been… it could’ve been perfect, if it weren’t for his distant gaze. You ignored it, you did your best anyways, to pretend everything was… perfect.

Back in his apartment he had taken you out onto the balcony and asked to dance, it was silly but appreciated, the soft glow of the moon, the quiet humming of music. It was everything, you had always wanted a night like this and when you asked how he knew… his reply was simple.

“They would’ve loved this too.”

It hurt, it crushed you, it was getting to the point where you weren’t sure if he could differentiate between the two of you anymore. What memories had he made of you and what were the ones of them? Does it even matter to him anymore?

You’d stopped moving and he knew automatically that he’d fucked up, “I’m not them, Johnny,” you’d frowned, “I’m me.”

“I know that, of course I know that, and I love you,” he was lying, and you both knew it, he didn’t love you, he loved the memories of them that he saw in you.

The pain in his eyes was the kind when you fear you might lose someone, he was afraid… not of losing you though, of losing them. You love the happiness you bring him; you love him, you just don’t love that you aren’t the one actually giving him that happiness.

Your head leant onto his chest as you murmured, “Don’t forget it…”

“I love you,” he’d repeated.

You weren’t sure if he were trying to convince you or himself.

#visions blurb #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage imagine #johnny cage #mk1 angst

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 1 year

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Prompt for @oneforthemunny summer game!! I saw that the one you wrote was also Dom!Eddie x brat! Reader with this same prompt but I’ve been working on it for hours so I hope it’s okay that it’s the same prompt, I promise the story itself is different!!

☀️- eddie comes home to see you sunbathing...topless ;) can be dom!sub! if you'd like, or sweet smutty goodness. whatever you'd like it to be! have fun with it!

Contains:18+ minors DNI, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play/slapping, light choking, unprotected sex (lmk if I missed any!)

Steve’s parents were gone for the entire summer so he gave the whole gang free range use of his pool so no one had to deal with the chaos that is Hawkins community pool. He gave everyone the code to the back gate so they could get in when he wasn’t home and he gave the actual adults the garage code in case they needed anything inside.

Since it was your day off and everyone else was working you decided you’d go over to Steve’s house and have some much needed alone time by the pool. You left Eddie a note on the kitchen counter telling him where you would be and headed over to Steve’s.

You were laid out on one of the pool chairs with an ice cold vodka lemonade, in nothing but your bikini bottoms. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cool with a nice summer breeze so you decided to ditch your top and let the sun hit your bare chest.

You had your headphones on, walkman playing one of your favorite albums while you closed your eyes and soaked up the sun so you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the sound of the glass sliding back door.

Suddenly the sun went behind the clouds and you huffed, pushing your sunglasses up and opening your eyes. But instead of being met with the sight of the sky it’s your boyfriend standing over you, looking extremely annoyed. “Oh! Holy shit Eddie, you fucking scared me!” You said ripping your headphones off He huffed, clearly annoyed “Yeah imagine if it wasn’t me, huh? You’re out here with your TITS OUT, headphones so loud I could hear them from by the door and apparently with your eyes closed?? Literally anyone could’ve walked up and seen you like this.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “okay? Well you aren’t anybody, are you? You’re the one who found me so it looks like it worked out. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re blocking my sun. Why are you here so early anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Wow. Happy to see you too, baby. I got off early, we weren’t busy so my boss said I could go enjoy the nice weather. Which I WANTED to spend with my best girl but apparently the feeling isn’t mutual”

“Oh my god, you know it’s not like that. I was just surprised to see you is all, and I kinda thought I’d have a few hours to myself before anyone else showed up.”

You sat up, your tits bouncing as you did, Eddie couldn’t resist gawking for a moment. You really did look gorgeous laid out in the sun, your tits on display skin glistening from the sunscreen you had applied to your body. But after a second he was snapped from his trance, jealousy and possessiveness creeping up on him. Any one of his friends could have showed up instead of him and seen you how only HE was supposed to see you. “Okay well what if someone else showed up? One of the kids? The boys would’ve been embarrassed for life. Or even worse STEVE, you’re mine and you know it. So why are you flaunting what is mine?”

At this point you were annoyed with him, Steve left right when you got there to give the boys a ride to the arcade on his way to work so you were positive that wasn’t going to happen. “Eddie, you’re being ridiculous. Even if that did happen it wouldn’t be the end of the world, they're just boobs! Plus I knew for a fact it wasn’t going to happen so why are we even still talking about it? Just let it go already, you’re ruining my good mood.” You knew you were going to rile him up with your attitude, and you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t crossed your mind the minute you took your top off. You knew if he found out you here topless in Harrington’s backyard that he would lose his shit so maybe you wanted to poke the bear a little if you got the chance.

He was starting to lose patience with you and you could tell, he let out a deep breath through his nose before he grabbed your jaw with his large hand and squeezed your cheeks “that’s not the fucking point and you know it. You didn’t expect me to be here and I am so how would you know for sure no one else was going to show up? You didn’t and you did it anyway.” Your stomach flipped at the tone of his voice and you had to clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure building in your core. You tried to hold in the whimper but the slightest sound escaped and you knew he heard it when a cocky smirk spread across his lips “look at you, this is what you fucking wanted isn’t it? Huh? You hoped I’d find you like this?”

When you didn’t answer his hand gripping your face moved to your neck and squeezed once as a warning “I asked you a question baby doll. “

“N-no, I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin. It felt so nice I wasn’t trying to do anything.” You looked up at him with big round eyes but he saw right through you, he knew all your little games.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to go inside and go in the guest room and wait for me. I’m going to smoke a cigarette and take as long as I need before I come meet you up there. You know how I want you, go.” He gave your neck one last squeeze and gave you a hard smack on your ass when you walked by him causing you to yelp. You went to the guest room and took off your swimsuit bottoms leaving you completely bare as you kneeled at the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap while you waited for Eddie.

It wasn’t long before you started getting squirmy, you really hadn’t meant to rile him up like this but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you the fuck on so you decided to play into it. After what felt like hours you finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked through the door looking so sexy, you didn’t really get to appreciate what he was wearing before but holy fuck. He was wearing that Iron Maiden shirt you loved that he cut the sleeves off of exposing almost his entire rib cage, showing off his tattoos that were usually hidden. The shirt stopped just above his belt and his ripped jeans were sagging slightly so when he raised his arms over his head it exposed that delicious sliver of midriff to you.

Subconsciously you squeezed your hands between your thighs and wiggled a little in your spot. “I thought you were capable of being a good girl when I first walked in here but I see you squeezing those hands between your thighs and I didn’t give you permission to relieve yourself did I?” You whimpered at the sound of his voice but didn’t say anything, just continued squeezing your thighs and looking at him with glassy eyes already feeling yourself slip into that hazy headspace and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He walked over to you, ripping your hands from in between your thighs and holding them above your head with one of his. Using his other hand to smack your inner thighs until you opened them. “I” smack. “Asked” smack. “You.” Smack. “A fucking” smack smack. “Question.” Smack.

“F-fuck, no, no you didn’t say I could relieve myself I’m sorry.” He cupped your pussy running the palm of his hand up and down with ease because of how slick you already were. “God, this pussy is so fucking wet for me.” He let your hands go and put them at your sides, still rubbing his hand up and down. His palm hitting your clit deliciously with every stroke. You only get lost in the feeling for a few seconds before you feel a big ringed hand land a harsh smack on your tit.

“Oh shit!” You let out a yelp and jolted backwards.

He stopped stroking your pussy to pull you back to the end of the bed by your thighs “did I say you could fucking move? You’re going to sit right here while I remind you who these fucking tits belong to.” He grabbed your hands in his and put them at your sides “Don’t. Move.” His hand came down on your tit again, his rings enhancing the pain in the best way. “Open your mouth” you obliged, and he shoved his fingers in your mouth “suck” you did as you were told, wetting them with your spit. He pulled them from your mouth and dragged them down to your chest, his now slick fingers lightly tracing around your nipple. You let out a moan at the feeling and before you could process his fingers grabbed your nipple and squeezed hard.

“O-oh fuck! Shit.” He shoved the fingers from his other hand into your mouth, gagging you slightly before repeating the actions on the other side. He grabbed both of your nipples at once and twisted them. “You like this don’t you? Is this what you wanted? If you wanted me to play with your tits baby all you had to do was ask” he let go of your nipples and both his hands came smacking down on either one of your boobs, once, twice, three times before he grabbed hold of your nipples again.

It went on like this for a while, him squeezing and smacking your tits. Adding his teeth, biting at your supple flesh and leaving love bites all over your chest. “Whose tits are these, baby?” He was licking all over your chest while he squeezed your tender nipples in both hands.

“Yours! They’re yours! Only yours I p-promise!” You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your tits were so sensitive and your pussy was dripping begging to be touched. “Please fuck me, I’ll be so good if you please just fuck me.” There were tears starting to form in your eyes, and your words were starting to sound slurred. Eddie was so fucking hard thinking about how he could get you to this fucked out state without even truly touching you that he couldn’t even bring himself to protest.

“Alright baby, lay down, I’ll give you what you want.” You laid back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge and Eddie came up between your legs, hooking them around his hips before he lined himself up with your dripping cunt. Ready and waiting for his cock, always the perfect fit. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just slamming into you in one thrust and fucking you hard and fast. “You’re so hot like this princess, all fucked out just for ME, my pussy, my tits. Mine mine mine.” He leaned over you and kissed you hard, bringing one of his hands down to rub little circles on your clit. That mixed with the feeling of your tender chest rubbing against his still clothed one had the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock” your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you brought your hands to his hair tugging on it like it was the last thing grounding you to the earth. “Yeah baby, cum for me. I’m going to fill this little pussy up with my cum and make you walk around with it in those little bikini bottoms of yours” that did it for you, your orgasm came crashing down on you and as soon as Eddie felt your walls tighten around him he was right behind you, filling you up just like he said.

He collapsed on top of you for a second before pushing himself on his arms and kissing your nose “You were such a good girl for me baby, do you want to go back down by the pool? Take a nap here? We can go home if you want? Anything you want it’s yours.” His demeanor changed to sweet and doting like it always did after he was rough with you.

“Mmm… I think I'll just take a little nap here if that’s okay? Then maybe afterwards we can go hang by the pool?” You yawned, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Okay sweets, that sounds good.” He slipped out of you causing you to wince, grabbing your bottoms from the ground and pulling them up your legs “we can at least TRY to not get anymore cum on Harrington’s guest bed” he chuckled before scooting you up to the head of the bed and tucking you in the blankets.

Normally you would be more worried about the fact that you were dripping a mixture of you and your boyfriends cum onto your friend's guest bed but you were too tired to care. He shed his own clothes down to his boxers before sliding into the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms, your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and along your bare back “I love you baby girl” he whispered into the crown of your head before leaving a kiss there. “Love you Ed’s” you barely mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #oneforthemunny #one for the munny summer game #dom!eddie munson x reader

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myreygn · 5 months

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YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

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summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth. “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack.

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather.

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fic #upper moons #douma #akaza #ler!douma #lee!akaza #ticklish!akaza #this is my first time writing lee akaza can yall believe it #it lowkey terrifies me that demon slayer is all i ever talk about and i have like. five fics on it.#we oughta change that

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✨ wip wednesday ✨

thank you to my love @covetyou for the tag <3 this is actually perfect bc i've been stumped on what to work on so i need y'all to decide for me

free falling love addict [dieter bravo]

this was supposed to be a porn w/o plot one-shot and is now a 5-part series full of feelings 💀 basically dieter falls hard and fast for a non-binary co-star who just so happens to be playing his daughter. there's a lot of drama and uncertainty and angst and it's a whole roller coaster ride (thank u to @beskarandblasters for the title and an absolutely STUNNING graphic that y'all will see later)

You wake up from your four hours of sleep with a little clearer mind, surprisingly. Dieter’s hot and he’d be a once-in-a-lifetime lay, but you’re playing his daughter in this show. How seriously do you want to be taken in this industry? Because banging the actor who plays your father in your first serious project is decidedly not the route to being taken seriously as a moviestar; in fact, it’s the kind of scandal that could end your career before it even starts. You shower, do your basic morning skincare routine, get dressed, and head to set. All the while, you chant your new mantra: Dieter Bravo is off limits no matter how badly you want to play right into his hands. His big hands. His big meaty hands that you want all over your–

(untitled) dad's best friend wedding joel [no outbreak joel miller]

BILL X FRANK SUPREMACY. this is bill x frank's world and we are just living in it. but anyway it's 2013, no outbreak, we're fixing the timeline, reader is frank's adopted daughter and maid of honor, joel is bill's best friend and best man. there's an age gap and a lot of trying to deny attraction until it all comes to a head and they work out their frustrations in the coat room after the wedding

You would’ve sworn, when you first met him, that an elaborate wedding would be the very last thing Bill would want. And yet this has been as much his planning as it has been your dad’s. It brings so much joy to your heart that your dad has found someone who matches him so completely. You couldn’t be happier for them; and at the same time, you couldn’t be more miserable for yourself. Because, as dedicated as you are to making this day perfect for them, Bill’s best man and long-time friend is maybe even more dedicated. He’s been turning this wedding into a friendly competition between the two of you, trying to one-up you at every opportunity he gets. It’s infuriating—especially when he wears that smug grin that’s become his signature expression around you. It’s torture, too, because all you want to do is kiss that stupid smirk right off his handsome face.

(untitled) blind date [dieter bravo]

basically dieter goes on a blind date with someone who has no clue who he is (you) and falls in love so hard

He never should’ve agreed to this—and really, it’s not even his fault that he did. His assistant should know better than to ask him questions when he’s a joint and a half in. Maybe it’s a sense of obligation after he pushed her into the pool last week—in his defense, she really needed to loosen up—or maybe he’s just plain lonely. Whatever it is, he’s here, the champagne is good, and there’s no point backing out now. He takes another peek at his watch and lets out a slightly-too-loud groan. You aren’t supposed to be here for another ten minutes, and he’s already been seated and drinking for fifteen. How Jennifer—the aforementioned assistant—managed to get him here early, he’ll never know. But he does know it’s the first and last time he’ll ever be early for an engagement; the anxiety of anticipation is far too stressful. Plus, he’s worried it makes him look desperate—too eager to meet a complete and utter stranger.

(untitled) dieter crashing your graduation party (consensually) [dieter bravo]

this is my baby 🥹 probably the most self-insert thing i will ever write tbh. yet another series that was supposed to just be a one-shot, i haven't actually planned how many chapters this is going to be yet but i know what i'm doing with the story line lol. basically your family throws you a graduation party when you finish cosmetology school, and because you're antisocial and don't want a huge crowd you tag people that won't/can't come on your invite post--but the one person you thought for sure wouldn't come actually shows up and it sets off the craziest series of events

The crowd has lulled a bit, and you’re just about to go find that bar you’ve been so excited about when someone you do recognize walks up the brick path to the gate. And god help you, your jaw actually visibly, physically drops. You blink once, twice, and then once again for good measure. But he’s still there–not wishful thinking, not a mirage. He’s real and solid and here. Dieter Bravo stands on your garden path with all the air of a god amongst men. He’s dressed in black from head to toe–perfectly tailored black suit pants and an open suit jacket over a silk button-up shirt. If it was anyone else, he would be overdressed; but he manages to make it look like the perfect mix of messy and put together. There’s a part of you that still thinks maybe it’s not him, that the dark sunglasses he wears hide the eyes of someone who has an uncanny resemblance to your favorite actor. But the other, larger part of you knows. You’re face to face with Dieter fucking Bravo.

(untitled) joel x hairdresser [jackson era joel miller]

i think this is going to be a 2-3 parter bc god forbid i write anything short. basically you're the resident hair stylist in jackson, and joel has hair that needs to be cut. he does you little favors in turn bc that's how jackson runs, but he ends up falling for you in the process

He starts to see traces of you everywhere, and he’d be bothered by it if thoughts of you weren’t so soothing. He sees wildflowers while he’s out on patrol and thinks they would be perfect to replenish the vase on your counter. He finds hair gel in a nearby drugstore and wonders if it’s something you could use. He pulls anatomy textbooks from a shelf in an abandoned library because he remembers you mentioning that you’d like to expand your services to include massage. He has to remind himself that he shouldn’t be thinking so much about someone who’s half his age–that it’s borderline creepy to see so many things and want to bring them to you as offerings. But then again, that’s how Jackson operates. If he wants a service, he has to be able to give something in return. And he wants your services most of all.

(untitled) shotgunning filth [lucien flores]

the doc title pretty much says it with this one 😂 i've only just started this one but here's what i have:

You see his car in your driveway when you get home and it makes you shiver. That stupid mint-condition hot-rod red 2003 Ford Thunderbird activates the most ridiculous Pavlovian response–your heart rate quickens, your stomach tightens with anticipation, your pussy starts preparing itself for the inevitable delicious torture you’re about to endure.

and if you want to hear more about any of these options, pls send me an ask i love talking about my stories :)

#wip wednesday #dieter bravo x reader #joel miller x reader #lucien flores x reader #dieter bravo #joel miller #lucien flores #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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Hiiiiii! I wanted to request an angsty fic, where reader is like Scarlet Witch in WandaVision who makes this alternate universe where Whitebeard is alive and like Ace is Vision and they both have kids. While all that's happening in the Hex, the Red Hair Pirates, remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Straw Hats try to stop her since she's taking over the New World. (The Marines are trying to kill her) I'll leave the angsty details to you since I suck at thinking🤣 THANK YOUUU, HAVE A GREAT DAY!

PICTURE PERFECT - PORTGAS D. ACE X READER

Warnings : Marineford spoilers, mentions of death, blood, gore, and the like, grief and delusions, this can be generally unsettling, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst (plus creepiness)

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! So sorry for taking a ridiculously long time to get to this, but as you might know by now, I’ve been on hiatus after certain traumatic events in my life. I had to change up quite a few things in this because I haven’t watched anything from the Marvel Universe, so I know absolutely nothing about how this would work🫠 Also, I’ve had requests for ficlets (4K+ word-long pieces) turned off for over a year now, so I couldn’t get into too much detail anyways. And of course, as stated in my rules, unless the gender affects the plot, I write my readers as gender-neutral to be as inclusive as possible. However, I hope this could be somewhat satisfactory to you, with the general vibes I could manage🥹💗

Requests : Are closed for the time being.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp!

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It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. This wasn’t how they’d planned out their future together.

They’d always expected a life on the run; they’d never imagined anything different. But still, the love between them was too intense to deny, and too unconditional to ever think for a moment that it would ever disappear. If they had no faith in anyone but themselves, they could, at the very least, believe in their love.

Wherever they would’ve gone, they’d still be just as smitten as they were the first day they met. No matter how their future played out, they were so sure that their love would have them dying in each other’s arms at a peaceful old age, their last breaths weaving in bed together. Wherever one went, the other would follow. That was how it was supposed to go.

It wasn’t supposed to end with them carrying Ace’s limp, ice-cold body in their arms. It wasn’t supposed to be the acrid smell of burnt flesh that suffocated them. It wasn’t supposed to be his blood that drenched their clothes and stained them unsalvageable.

They weren’t supposed to be gasping for air as their entire body shook violently, pure horror painting their features. Nor were they supposed to feel bile rising at the back of their throat and tears stinging their eyes at the terrible realization that his chest wasn’t moving, not one inch. As a matter of fact, nothing much remained of his mangled chest at all—if they could even recognize it as his chest anymore.

Their trembling only intensified, failing to register just how empty and mutilated he seemed in their lap. Vision swimming, they couldn’t help but let the ugly sobs rack their body, their tears falling freely down their cheeks. They hiccupped on their sobs, the sounds mingling with the moans of a deep, deep pain that threatened to swallow them whole.

Ace had left them. He’d left them behind. He’d left them behind in a world they no longer wanted nor cared for. He’d left them to look forward to nothing, to feel so empty and numb but somehow consumed by a sadness so immense it nearly ripped them apart.

Perhaps it was that moment, that moment when their entire world crumbled around them, that drove something to crumble inside of them. Something broke, and that odd, unfamiliar something awakened the deepest pit of their sorrow within them. Pandora’s box opened, and it shattered their very reality as they knew it. With Ace’s dead body in their arms, and their wailing piercing the stormy vortex of sudden bleak night, they were soon swallowed into it without even being the slightest bit aware.

The grief was blinding, and they’d lost all control. Where it took them, they didn’t care nor pay it any notice.

***

Having lost track of time, they hadn’t any idea how long it had been. In all cases, it didn’t matter. No, it truly didn’t matter what had happened on that day; after all, why would it? They still had Ace.

Yes, they still had Ace. And he was sitting right behind them on a small, tattered-but-well-loved couch. Strong arms cradled them close to his chest—a perfectly intact, moving chest, not even the slightest bit scarred. Would the universe demand a price from them, for the heinous crime they’d committed just to have this? Maybe. But this universe, at the very least, was one that handed everything to them on a silver platter.

“What’s on your mind?” he mumbled, lazily planting soft, open-mouthed kisses up their neck to their ear, and his teeth lightly tugging at their earlobe.

They hummed in delight, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Nothing much. Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Ace laughed a little. “You just called us “three snotty-nosed brats” an hour ago.”

“And? You know I’m right,” they teased him, before asking, “Speaking of, did the kids give you a hard time falling asleep?”

Yes; kids. Kids that kissed them goodnight, kids that clung to them whenever they went out, and kids that would get mud on their carpets but shoot them the sweetest smiles that got them out of trouble every single time. Kids that cried when they scraped their knees, and kids that ran into Pops’ arms whenever he demanded his favorite grandchildren visit him.

Kids that made the small house feel like a warm home, and kids that fit perfectly into that delusion of happiness they’d built, with a father and grandfather that were perfectly healthy and fine. Deceptively so.

Perhaps this sort of deception wasn’t as sinful as it sometimes whispered it was in their ear. Their Devil Fruit had never proved itself useful, and their lack of desire to use it had been the reason why they’d found themself stunned by the existence of this universe of their own creation. The grief that had nearly killed them of heartbreak had been the very same thing to offer some salvation to them, by granting them a second chance in a world where things were perfect, in an almost eerie way.

“—babe? Babe? Hey—“

“Yes, yes,” they sighed, momentarily snapping out of it. “Sorry, got lost in my thoughts for a second.”

“You’ve been doing that pretty often lately.” Ace’s handsome face contorted into a worried frown. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

They didn’t respond to that. Almost as though on autopilot, their feet carried them to the kids’ room. With stiff movements, they bent over to brush their hair back from their foreheads, hands subtly passing underneath their noses to check that they were breathing. Good. They were very much alive, and very much real. They were real. Not just figments of their imagination.

Ace still seemed confused as they turned to walk back to him. Peering into his beautiful dark eyes, they held their breath for a moment. Yes, yes. Good. His eyes were alive; they weren’t unblinking, nor were they unseeing.

And as they reached up with trembling hands, they could trace the freckles on his cheeks and feel him leaning into their touch. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the icy coldness that remained as a phantom touch in their memories.

They could live like this, forever and ever. No losses, no sorrows staining their flawless lives.

Plastering a smile on their face, they nodded. “Of course. Everything is picture perfect.”

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3rd anni req 12: [INFERNAL FRIENDS] asmo, simeon, luke / trick-or-treat

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note: there's a post about how the angels meet ik in this au, but this is a sorta alternate version of that, since in this one simeon is finding out about the whole child-summoning-demons situation for the first time. requested by 🐧 anon!!

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The decision to descend to the human world at this time, and in this place, is a very carefully measured one. Simeon chooses ‘Halloween’ evening in a nondescript town - when visibility will be low, when there will be plenty of children in costume, and where they’re very unlikely to come across any rogue sorcerers or witches.

In other words, a perfect excursion for two angels in very thin disguises, where he can take Luke to play for a few hours without issue. Except clearly he’s missed something.

Is that Asmodeus?

He almost walks straight into a pole. Maybe it’s a trick of the light? There are plenty of adults dressed in costumes that could be considered devilish— no, that’s definitely him. He’d recognise the elaborate hair and honey-sweet smile anywhere, even dressed in that mysterious trench coat.

It’s the first time he’s seen him since the war ended. He first moves to say hello, then pauses and retreats, and endeavours to hide in the shadows of the street instead. Of course, that’s exactly when Asmodeus turns around and looks him dead in the eyes.

Simeon suddenly wishes he’d chosen a heavier disguise. Asmodeus stares at him, open-mouthed, for a moment - then breaks into a bright smile and makes an immediate beeline in his direction.

“Fancy seeing you here!” He exclaims as soon as he’s in earshot. “What’s the occasion, huh?”

Simeon opens his mouth to respond, then pauses. A pair of dark eyes blink up at him from Asmodeus’s side - he can’t tell if the little horns peeking out of the child’s hair are real. Do demons often come with bright red ones? He hasn’t met enough to know.

“Oh, who’s this?” Asmodeus leans down and grins at Luke. “Are you Simeon’s new apprentice?”

Luke stares at him with wide, frightened eyes. His face begins to crumple.

“It’s lovely to see you again,” Simeon quickly interjects, subtly herding Luke behind himself.

“And you! Gosh, who would’ve thought.” Asmodeus glances down, eyes crinkling. “This is an old friend of mine, darling. Say hi!”

“Hello,” mumbles his little friend. Her eyes are fixed firmly on Simeon’s left shoe.

“IK’s just a bit shy,” Asmodeus says fondly. “So’s yours, I see.”

“Ah, this is Luke,” Simeon introduces as the little angel peers suspiciously around his leg. “We’re just on an outing.”

“It’s that easy for angels to come down here now, huh?”

Simeon doesn’t know how to respond to that. Luckily, he doesn’t have to - Asmo’s little friend has finally elected to look up, and is now staring directly into his face with interest.

She tugs on Asmo’s sleeve and waits for him to bend down, then whispers loudly enough for Simeon to hear anyway: “Is he like you?”

Asmo blinks, then shakes his head with an uneasy smile. “Haha, not exactly. Do you wanna guess?”

It’s at that moment that Simeon wishes he hadn’t chosen these costumes. It had been a little joke for himself at the time, but in present company, it feels more tasteless than anything.

IK stares up at Simeon’s wire-and-paper halo, then says confidently, “Fairy.”

“Not quite, sweetheart.”

“Elf?” She tries. “Um… um…”

Luke, at this point, starts shuffling out from behind Simeon again. After a moment, he pipes up helpfully, “Angel.”

“Angel?” IK looks surprised. Apparently she hadn’t realised there were two of them. “Hello, angel.”

“Hi,” says Luke shyly, then suddenly pulls his hat over his eyes.

IK stares at him, then looks up at Asmo again, unimpressed.

“Why don’t you show Luke how to trick-or-treat?” He suggests cheerfully. “He’s never gone before.”

IK considers this for a while, then nods solemnly and proffers a hand. “Come on, angel.”

It takes some persuasion (a nudge from Simeon, and IK making clicking noises as if calling a cat), but Luke is brave enough to follow her down the street. Asmo makes brief eye contact with Simeon, then indicates that they should follow behind.

IK points to a house that a pair of boys in skeleton masks are just leaving. Luke listens intently to whatever she’s saying as she leads him up the path - then freezes when she side-steps neatly behind him as soon as they reach the door.

Asmo clucks in disapproval. “I should’ve known she’d do that. She never wants to do it on her own.”

“I’m sure Luke can handle it,” Simeon says, watching as the couple standing in the threshold coo at the pair. “He acts much shyer when I’m watching, but he’s really quite brave.”

“So’s IK - she just hates talking to strangers.” Asmo waves as IK turns around to show him her new lollipop with a sweet smile. “Doesn’t she look pleased with herself? Honestly…”

They watch as IK tugs Luke to the side to let a group of older children pass. One of them - dressed like a reaper, complete with scythe and cloak - pauses to say something.

Asmo tenses. Simeon doesn’t see the danger, to be honest, but he does the same. Asmo seems to know his bearings down here far better than him.

The older child says something. IK silently steps a little closer, peers down into their bucket, then takes something out of her pocket. What follows looks like a business deal - the kids exchange something, nodding at each other, and the older child offers a handshake.

“Oh, that’s one of the kids from school, I think - they swap fruit at lunch,” Asmo says, distracted, then turns to Simeon with a grin. “She won’t let me tell her dad she hates mango.”

Simeon nods absently, but in truth his mind is already racing. IK has dark hair and eyes, like Lucifer, but neither of quite the same shade - and a blank resting expression that reminds him of a younger Beelzebub, but a smile more like Belphegor’s. There's a Leviathan-like quality to the way she attempts to huddle behind the nearest familiar person, too, and...

...in the first place, though, surely it hasn’t been that long already? Can demons even—?

“She’s adorable,” He decides to start, hoping it’ll make the next part more delicate. “So, who… um… whose is she?”

Asmo squints at him for a moment. Then realisation dawns.

“Oh, no— nonono, it’s not like that! It’s— see, okay—” He stumbles over his words as if falling down stairs. “—I’m just visiting.”

“...ah.” Simeon clears his throat. “I’m so sorry, I thought—”

“It’s fine!” Asmo cuts him off very quickly. “No, she’s human.”

“I see.” He’s quiet for a moment before he realises that this only raises more questions. “...but what in the world are you doing here?”

“Taking her trick-or-treating,” He says, and looks offended that he’d even ask.

“I can see that.” He’s beginning to feel a little frustrated now. Should he have known beforehand, somehow? “I meant— well, I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Now he sounds cross. “It’s not like we spend all our time torturing people. What do you think demons do all day?”

Simeon opens his mouth to respond, but finds that he can’t think of anything. Asmo huffs and folds his arms.

“She summons us,” He explains after a moment. “So we come up whenever she needs a friend.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I was under the impression that the Devildom was quite a… closed community.”

“Well, Lord Diavolo comes the most out of any of us. And you’re one to talk.”

They come to a standstill, both regarding each other with taciturn sternness. Asmo seems to be daring him to protest.

After a moment, Simeon smiles. Softly, he says, “I don’t mean to sound disapproving. I’m happy for you, really.”

Asmo looks a little suspicious, but relaxes as well. “...good! Well, let’s catch up with them, shall we?”

The kids haven’t made it that far up the road - it’d be impressive if they had - so it only takes a quick jog to get back to them. Luke’s taken off his hat to store his sweets, and he presents Simeon with it proudly.

“Now, now, you can’t make poor Luke do all the work,” Asmo chides as IK turns around to look at him. “Come on, you can do it on your own.”

IK doesn’t move. Luke says a little anxiously, “Um, I don’t mind.”

“Still.” Asmo gives IK a little chuck under the chin. “It’s good to step out a bit, sweetheart.”

“It’s quite a lot of new people,” Simeon comments. “It’s natural to be shy, isn’t it?

IK looks at him for a moment, then sidles silently towards him. Asmo looks positively affronted. “Wh— hey, you can’t do that!”

She looks at him and then says, “Angel’s my best friend now.”

“Oh, come on - I know you don’t like it, but I’m looking out for you, you know?”

She frowns at him. Luke chooses this moment to pipe up, "I think I saw a cat down that road."

IK turns nearly immediately. Casting only the briefest of glances back at her demon guardian, she grabs Simeon's sleeve with one hand, and Luke's forearm with the other, then starts tugging them away.

"This is so unfair," huffs Asmo loudly, but begins following behind anyway. "You traitor, Simeon!"

"Awfully sorry," He calls over his shoulder. "I don't seem to have the strength to resist."

They don't find a cat, but IK does successfully push Simeon into knocking on the next door for her. This is, of course, the complete opposite of the lesson Asmo was attempting to impart, but she is no longer making Luke do it. Simeon can't tell if this is a clever jump through a loophole on her part, or if she's elected to ignore Asmo entirely.

The rebellion doesn't last long, though. They encounter a skeleton decoration hung on someone's fence that pops forward and screams as they pass by - and while Luke seizes Simeon's arm with a wail, IK jumps two feet in the air, and immediately scurries straight back into Asmo's already-open arms. He seems to have forgotten his protests as soon as he's lifted her from the ground.

Simeon still isn't sure he really understands how all of this came to be, but the soft look on Asmo's face is real enough. As too is the way IK clings to him - as if she trusts him to fight off all that is frightening in the world.

The night is still young. They'll have to make the most of it while they're here, and there will certainly not be a word breathed to the other angels about it when they get home. Children will be children, and children need friends, just as much as demons do.

#3rd anni event #infernal friends au #🐧 anon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #jtta ik #writing #these are taking much longer than estimated i'm so sorry

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dietmountaindewb8by · 2 years

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Yandere!five x reader where you both met and fell inlove at the commission as temporal assassin partners but you die protecting him on a mission. However, when he travels to 1960 (s2), he sees you again but this time your alittle younger and you havent joined the commission yet. Youre just an average citizen going about your day. At first he tries to justify the stalking, telling himself hes just 'looking out for you' untill his unresolved guilt and still very present devotion to you overflows and hes broken into your apartment, standing over your boyfriends bloody body as you sleep unknowing to the horrors just a room over. He kidknaps you and hes talking to you like hes known and loved you for years, which he has, but you havent. You dont know him, not yet in this timeline anyway. It breaks him to see you look at him like hes a stranger, a monster, but hes determined to protect you this time from the commission, he wont let anything hurt you ever again. He will make you love him just as he loves you. Its for your own good after all.

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warnings: yandere content, swearing, kidnapping, the usual, female reader also, OH AND DEATH

the most he could do

He remembered the bullet going through you like it was yesterday. It wasn’t yesterday. He wished he could forget it, that he could go back to his eighteen year old mind (like his body), and could forget everything.

But not everything at the same time. Because there was more than one good memory with you, despite your worlds being filled to the brim with danger, hate, and anger. You were so sweet though; you went against everything you were supposed to be.

One drunken night you had confessed to everything; you had told him how guilty you were and that you only did it to protect your family.

That broke him.

He was there for the same reason, though he never felt…as you did. He didn’t particularly enjoy it, but he was good at it. And what he was good at, it was just natural he’d keep doing it.

Like loving you. Long after you’d gone cold he loved you, and he would never stop. While it was unhealthy, it was his sanity. You were his sanity.

“You love me just a little too much,” you giggled one night. He’d rolled his eyes and went back to kissing you as you laughed into his mouth. I do, he’d thought. I do and I don’t want to stop. Please don’t let me stop.

He wished he could get back into bed with you; he wished he could make sure that you were warm at night, give you everything, give you himself.

He wished he could’ve taken care of you when he had the chance. You didn’t have to die; you didn’t have to do anything, you just needed to be alive and loving him. That’s all he ever wanted, all he ever needed.

He tried for you, he tried to stop the apocalypse because it would’ve made you proud. And if he’d perfected time travel? He could easily go back and grab you.

That was the goal.

He clearly wouldn’t reach it for a while.

~*~

He was on his way to go get Diego; he decided to walk some of the way. It would be easier to clear his head. Despite being used to jumping through time, it still clogged his brain slightly.

What clogged his brain more was when he heard your giggle.

“Oh, shit,” he sighed. “Really?” His hand made its way to his head, massaging his temple. He had never hallucinated before. Turning in the direction of the oh-so-familiar giggle, his eyes bugged out of his head. He saw you in a dress, sprinting toward a boy, launching yourself into his arms, letting your lips meet his.

You looked about his age, eighteen. Maybe slightly younger. It was an estimate.

But you were still there, beautiful as ever.

Maybe you don’t need to time travel, a voice came through in his brain.

But, no. You don’t love him. You are in love with someone else.

He swelled with anger, with mourning.

He had to leave you alone. He had to leave you with a life. It was the most he could do.

~*~

He needed a breather. He needed to relax.

Luther wouldn’t listen. Diego belonged in the nuthouse.

He needed air; his air; you.

He needed you.

Just one little peek. It’ll be better for her, anyway. She’s not exactly safe here anyway. I’ve seen the way people act toward sweet people like her.

He found you easily; after all, he remembered everything about you. He knew where you would love to be, where you had to be. What you were likely doing. The only problem was that you were there with the poor excuse of a man you called your boyfriend.

“So basically he-”

“Yeah, that’s probably why he got that grade.”

“It’s insane how quickly he wrote it down though- he didn’t write it, did he?”

There you were. Trying to look for the best in people, even when you knew what they were. It made him smile, looking at your youthful face, still so full of hope. Hope that would be crushed within a few decades or so.

That made his heart drop.

He’d do anything to let you keep that hope, that innocence.

He could breathe again, seeing you were safe.

Maybe I’ll just check in on her tomorrow, too. Keeping her safe is the most I can do.

~*~

He couldn’t help tucking you in a little tighter. You had just draped the covers over yourself. That couldn’t help in the freezing night air, especially when you had the window open. He would close it, but that would scare you, wouldn’t it?

“Sleep tight, sweet girl,” he whispered. He’d kiss you. He’d tell you he’d see you tomorrow.

I will be seeing her tomorrow.

~*~

So that was his routine. Follow you. Apocalypse stuff. Make sure you were okay. Apocalypse stuff. Maybe sneak you something you needed. Apocalypse stuff. Make sure you were safe and comfortable. Apocalypse stuff.

It was tiring. But the fact you were here, alive kept him going. Kept him breathing, living, feeling something.

His girl, here with him. His sweet girl; his angel; his baby.

Not yours, a voice whispered.

He sighed. True. At least for now.

But you could make her yours again. She’s yours; always has been, always will be. She’s still her. You’re still you. What’s the difference? She’ll be safer with you. She’ll be happier with you.

That was true. He was never happier. You were never happier. You were his. Always.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

~*~

He took a shower in your house to wash that vile creature’s blood off. He made sure it was warm so his body temperature wouldn’t wake you. That would ruin everything, including your REM cycle. That wouldn’t be good.

He packed your bag, though you wouldn’t need much. He’d get you what you needed.

He had found an abandoned apartment complex that was still furnished somehow. He didn’t know who lived there before or what they were doing with it, but it was still comfortable, and free. Perfect. Of course he washed everything, but it was unused. Your first true home together.

He couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at that.

He picked you up from the bed, slowly moving you into his chest, which you only nuzzled into, just as you used to. Or would eventually. He didn’t know anymore. He just knew that you were his and that he was yours and that you two were together now, and would never be torn apart again.

“There you go, honey,” he whispered, adjusting you against him as he jumped you out of your house.

~*~

You woke up with your hands tied to the headboard of a bed you didn’t recognize.

“Oh, no no no,” you cried. “What the hell-”

“Relax, Sweetheart,” soothed a voice that belonged to a boy about your age. Tall, lanky, green eyes. That was the boy. He was the one who stole you from your bed. How? You didn’t know. But he still did.

“Let me the hell go!”

“I can’t do that, baby.”

“Yes you- okay, don’t call me baby- you can let me go! Like…right now.”

“Like I said,” he spoke firmly, approaching your side. “I cannot indulge you in that manner.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear as he opened the curtains to the windows of the strange building you were in.

“Alright then,” you growled. “I’ll do it by myself then.”

“We’re on the top floor and the elevator is broken,” he quietly spoke. “I can guarantee you that you wouldn’t make it to the bottom floor before sunset, and even then, you would find yourself in this same position before you hit the tenth.”

Your eyes were wide.

“How the hell did you drag me up- how many floors was it?”

“I would never drag you,” he said, adjusting things in the drawers of the dresser. “I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you. And it’s twenty six floors, by the way.”

“Twenty si- okay, well then I’m sorry you went to all this trouble, but you need to drag me right back down again. I don’t know what I did, but I have this big test on Thursday, and I really need to get back and do that.”

“Don’t worry about that test, you won’t be taking it.” He had a faint smile on his face, like he was experiencing nostalgia.

“I- it’s worth a lot of my grade, buddy, I can’t just skip out-”

“Five. You can call me Five. And you’re not going back there. Now what do you think about waffles for breakfast, little one?”

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #five x you #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five #dark five hargreeves #dark five #the umbrella academy #tua #tua x reader #tua x you #dark the umbrella academy #yandere the umbrella academy #yandere tua #dark tua

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Hello, Bee, congrats on your 200 followers, you deserve it!!! 💕 Can I request Matt and “𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭?”? Hope you’re having a lovely day<3

thank you so much my love!!! hope you’re having a lovely day as well :) this was a lot of fun to write, took me a while but i don’t think any writer will ever be 100% satisfied with their work so i’m finally posting it anyway ahsdflasdkfj. hope you enjoy!

𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ~ 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟷𝚔

About a year into your friendship, when you first told Matt about the reason you’d been single for so long, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten so angry. But not at you of course, he didn’t think he could ever be upset at you. He was angry at your piece of shit ex-boyfriend.

When he finally worked up the courage to tell you that he was Daredevil, you didn’t run. You simply put your hands on either side of his face, and asked if he was okay. You said you couldn’t imagine how hard it was to do what he did nearly every night, and that he didn’t have to keep this secret alone anymore. When you promised to be there for him whenever he needed you, Matt nearly broke down. You were perfect.

The topic came up one night when he’d invited you over. And he noticed something, so he asked why you’d be excitedly talking about something, and then you would suddenly get quiet and just shrug it off. You said that some people might find your rambling annoying and that you were working on not talking so much. Matt loved when you talked so passionately about anything you loved. He could listen to you for hours and hours and still not be tired. Your voice was his favorite sound in the world, how could anyone grow tired of it?

It was clear that this wasn’t a conclusion that you had come to on your own, that someone had instilled it in you, that you were told you shouldn’t talk so much. Matt almost dropped the subject, but it was clear that something was bothering you, so he stood up, pulling you into his arms, and asked what happened. You shrugged, saying it was just some things from the past, and that you didn’t want to bother him.

“You could never bother me. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s okay, but I’m here. You know that, right?”

So you told him. You first asked if you had ever told him why your last relationship ended, because you genuinely couldn’t remember if you’d told him. He said you hadn’t, and you gave him the long-story-short version of events.

Your last relationship was extremely toxic. He was controlling, constantly gaslighting you, but you stayed because he had convinced you that no one else would love you. You were the light of Matt’s life, so to hear that you had your heart broken by a guy who told you that you were “too much”, he suddenly didn’t care about morals, or being a lawyer. He wanted to kill the man that broke your heart.

“Hey sweetheart, look at me.” Matt gently puts his hands on either side of your face, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I asked, if it was too much for you. But I want you to know that you are perfect. Hearing you talk about the things you love makes my day. Whenever anything good happens, you’re the first person that I want to tell because you always want to celebrate with me. Even when it’s something bad, you’re the only voice that I want to hear because you always know exactly what to say.”

“I’m sorry to dump all of this on you,” you sigh, leaning in to his touch.

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me for talking about that.”

You look down, tears filling your eyes again. “You probably would’ve liked me a lot better if you had met me before. I want to get back to that person that I was, I think I was a lot more carefree and—”

Matt cuts you off, pulling you close once again. As he kept one hand on your back and used the other to run his fingers through your hair, tilted his head back and blinked a few times, trying to stop his own tears from falling. “What someone else did to you, that’s not who you are.”

You were genuinely the best person that Matt knew. Without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to him. You’re kind, caring, gentle, you loved him in a way he didn’t even know was possible, and in a way that he sometimes still didn’t think he deserved. Hearing you so down about yourself, he couldn’t help but wonder who were you, before he broke your heart?

“I just want you to see that that guy was an idiot. That there are people out there who see you and love you for who you really are. I love when you come over early in the mornings if we both have the day off and we cook breakfast while you list off every possible thing that we could do. You’re the only person who knows exactly what to say when I’ve been having a bad day, you saved my life and patched me up more times than I can count, I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you. I hate that you had your heart broken, but I promise I will do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen again. You deserve all the hearts and flowers and love that the world has to offer. You know before I met you, I used to spend most of my free time alone? And I never minded, I was… content, I guess? I wouldn’t say I was happy but I was… okay. Now though, all I want is to spend more time with you.”

Now the tears really fell. As you thanked Matt and finally felt your anxiousness going away, you realized that the ‘relationship’ you were in before, that wasn’t love. The way Matt cares for you, the way he knows just how to hold you to calm you down and make you feel safe, you feel it in your bones, that’s love.

The truth was that you’d developed a crush on Matt not long into your friendship. But you were sure he didn’t feel the same way, so you always kept quiet. He was the best person that you knew, and you’d rather have him as a best friend, than risk pushing him away. And tonight definitely the time to tell him how you felt, but maybe you could someday.

As Matt continued to hold you in his arms, part of his mind thinking about paying your ex a visit, he knew that now wasn’t the time to tell you how he felt about you. He’d be there for you in any way that he could, as long as you’d let him, and when you were both ready, he’d tell you how he felt.

“I didn’t say it back just now, but I love you Matt. Thank you for everything.” You smiled, sighing with content as your head continued to rest on his chest and you focused on his heartbeat.

Okay, maybe he wouldn’t be able to wait that long.

i’m sorry that this turned out so shitty!!!! but the ending wasn’t what i had originally written, because tumblr decided to not save my draft so i lost basically everything. it’s why i didn’t post this 2 days ago. ANYWAY hopefully you all don’t hate this as much as i do a;sdlfkjagh

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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Nights at the Circus: Part XXXIII

The trial goes exactly as you expected, in spite of yours' and the the Avengers' testimonies. Now, the last hope you have to saving Loki from death lies in perfecting the last bit of power that has been stirring within you. After you find an unexpected source of wisdom and strength, can you obtain the strength you need to save the day?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: the system is fucking unfair Word Count: 3.3k

Who’d have thought that you and Steve Rogers teaming up in a courtroom would be so effective? For the following several hours, you’d traded off every hour, using the time to speak, answer questions from the council, and present your cases on behalf of Loki, who was forced to sit on the stand, his mouth gagged and hands chained in front of him.

In a different place and time, the sight of him like that would’ve been enough to make you shed your clothes instantly. In fact, even in the present, you occasionally caught Loki winking at you.

Steve took the angle of justice, law, and human (and Asgardian/Jotun) rights. Every time he monologued, he did so with the upright grace of a seasoned politician, serious and steadfast. Every question he was given by the council was answered slowly and completely.

“Mr. Rogers, what is your relationship to the accused?” “I am a co-worker and colleague, sir.”

“Why do you vouch for him today when he has such a violent history against Earth?” “Because not only do I believe him to be reformed, ma’am, but I also believe the actions that caused him to be here this morning were done in good faith and protection of his loved one.”

“Who is this ‘loved one’ you are referring to, Mr. Rogers?” “She’s there,” he replied, indicating you. “Y/N.”

The poise and clarity of his performance stunned you. Damn, Steve, you thought, if you weren’t such a moral person, I’d suggest you run for President.

When Steve wasn’t speaking, you were bringing your impassioned testimony, attempting to appeal to the romantic side of humanity, hoping to invoke a small morsel of mercy.

“And who are you?” asked the Head Councilman.

You stood tall. “I am Y/N, and I am Loki’s fiancee.”

Murmurs rippled across the room, not only from the few spectators, but also the council themselves.

“You mean to tell me that you are lovers with Loki Laufeyson?”

“Yes. We began an affair when I moved into the Tower. I love him dearly.”

“Ms Y/N, you aren’t in our records,” said the head councilman. “For the benefit of the council, would you mind introducing yourself?”

You sighed. “Yes. I’m Y/N, but I guess after becoming an Avenger I became the Firebird.”

“When was this?”

“About three months ago.”

“And your abilities that qualified you for the Avengers team?”

“General pyrokinesis,” you replied. “Inherited after-effects of human experimentations on my grandmother at the hands of Hydra.”

The council whispered for a moment. “Please regale us with the story of how you met and subsequently pursued a romance with Mr. Laufeyson, Y/N.”

You looked over at Loki, taking in the sad-but-still-somehow-pleasurable view of him bound and subdued.

“Fury’s team pulled me from employment as a circus performer, where I was working to hide my true nature from the world,” you began. “Your rules for keeping new friends sequestered and suppressed are a bit, shall we say, draconian, so I was feeling alone. Turns out, so was he.”

“Is that all?” The question came from a toad-faced crone sitting on the edge of the long bench, looking at you with a special glare of disgust that you didn’t like.

“Oh, and he also has a massive cock. You may want to make sure the records show that.”

“That is enough, Ms. Y/N!”

“I’m sorry,” you said, casting your eye down submissively, if only for a moment while you collected yourself. “It seems Loki has had more of an influence on me than I suspected.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, a smirk painted across his perfect jaw.

“Anyway,” you continued. “In the months since, all I have come to know is that Loki is a prisoner under your accords. He has long since ceased to be a threat to this planet or us, its people. In fact, when he gave me this,” you held up the heart stone and went on, “he said he wished to run away with me to some remote place away from the City and away from power, where we could do what he always really wanted.”

“Which is?”

“Live in peace, with a family, without bloats like you commanding every aspect of his life,” you answered. “He wants nothing to do with the man who committed those violent atrocities years ago. I’d stake my life on this.”

“Ms Firebird,” the head councilman said after a moment. “Perhaps you aren’t aware of the reason behind our terms and why we are so keen to stand by them even now…”

“..perhaps you aren’t aware of what humanity is? About reform? The purpose of punishment?” you spat back. “I know what this all is for,” you added. “Its about keeping the world under your control as more of us appear.”

“Us?”

“People like me with fancy-ass powers that can change history,” you responded. “Its the same as S.H.I.E.L.D.: by any means necessary, right?”

“Ms. Firebird--”

“--It must be!” you carried on. “After all, why else would you condemn a man to death for saving all of our lives if not to keep us under your thumbs?”

“Loki Laufeyson was well aware that there were no exceptions or special cases in our treaty,” said the head councilman. “He has to take full responsibility for his actions.”

“And so he has! By BEING here! And as for public opinion and keeping the peace, why would tearing someone apart from the woman he loves for the crime of saving her life make the people of this planet favor you?” you asked. “Why would that paint you in their eyes as anything other than a villain?”

The room was quiet.

“I was the result of a lost soul being refused the help she needed to control her powers and thrive in our society,” you explained. “My father abandoned my grandmother when she needed a kind heart on her side. Now it’s on the UN and Humanity itself to be that kind heart for Loki now, because when it comes down to it: he risked everything to save our lives. Why won’t you take a risk for him now?”

The room went quiet again. You looked back over to your love, who clearly wasn;t able to tear his eyes away from you. You cocked your hip and tossed your hair over your shoulder in a brief attempt to show off.

“Ms. Firebird,” the head councilman finally broke the unnerving stillness in the air. “Your argument is compelling, but even true love cannot stop the unbreakable accord the UN has with Asgard.”

Your heart dropped. “Mr. Councilman--”

“--the treaty was signed not only to calm the nerves of the people of Earth, it was to assure Asgard that we were strong enough to withstand the possibility of an invasion from the skies,” he explained. “It was to show the strength of humanity against the strength of aliens and other visitors who may tear our cities apart. We cannot know the motivations of Asgard or other worlds out there, and therefore, we have no other choice than to be stone in the face of moral ambiguity such as we are presented with now.”

Your shoulders dropped, and it felt like a big ball of frozen rock fell into your stomach. “You can’t be serious. You’ll be rewarding a savior with execution for the sake of how a bunch of aliens feel about us?”

“Security, not image,” said the councilman. “If we let Loki off without repercussions, they will see us as weak and defenseless.”

You looked to Steve, desperate for help. He stepped forward. “Mr. Councilman, I really do think you should reconsider. There are other ways to maintain our reputation of strength in other worlds.”

“Regardless,” the head councilman responded negatively, “Our ruling is final, and in accordance with our arrangement with Asgard: Loki Laufeyson of Asgard and Jotunheim, you are hereby sentenced to extradition to your home realm to face the mercy of their judgment, to be carried out post haste.”

Your skin froze. “No…”

“...this is extreme and unreasonable!” Steve yelled. “This isn’t diplomacy OR humanity!”

“This hearing is now officially and legally concluded,” the councilman barked quickly, gesturing for the council at the bench to dismiss themselves, while you could already see Loki being taken away, Thor running in his direction.

“No! Loki!” you shouted desperately, exploding into flame and vaulting over the stand in an effort to make a beeline for him. Gasps rang throughout the room as you attempted to run through the quickly-crowding room, but Loki was already being dragged away by guards. Despite being able to claw the gag off of his mouth, the rest of his bonds were besting him.

“Hold her before she kills someone!” a guard screeched.

“Holy fuck!” hollered another.

“Take him out!”

“Let me see him!” you shouted, feeling a heavy hand grab your arm, jerking your body back into Steve’s solid chest, who was restraining you to prevent you from harming anyone else. Despite your instant attempt to make your skin hot enough to roast a chicken in ten minutes, he was able to hold on to you as your thrashes became more desperate, although he shouted in pain.

You swore you could hear Loki shouting “hold on to her, Rogers!” amid the chaos. “Take care of her!”

“THOR!!” you screamed in a panic as you saw Loki being quickly taken out of your sight before you could even get close. “Thor, do something!!”

“I’m going with him! It’ll be alright! I’ll stop it!” Thor called out from elsewhere in the room, though as Steve dragged you to the floor, still resisting your heated body, you stopped seeing individual people and instead, the world became a blur as even your body couldn’t take the heat any more.

Your energy slipped out of your body too quickly for you to prepare for it, and it was all Steve could do to sink to the floor with your limp form as you passed out from the rage in the middle of the council room.

Loki and Thor were already out of sight.

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“ARGH!!! AGAIN!” you called.

You couldn’t possibly wait for Thor to return with news, but it was all you could do. As the minutes became hours, and the hours became a full night, you spent it all contained in your gym, Steve and the Maximoffs watching over you as you desperately tried to crack the code to your smoke power.

It was the last thing you could do. Thor had promised nothing would happen to Loki until he returned to give you any news, and that he would do his best to beg an audience with Odin as quickly as possible.

“I thought this was a defense thing? Well, I need to defend something, already!” While you waited, you decided that you had to perfect your new ability to dissipate. Loki had said it was for defense, so it had to be triggered by anger or fear…yet you were only able to get one arm to dissolve into soot up to your shoulder. Once Thor returned, if he did not have Loki with him, all in one piece, you knew you were going to have to find a way to return with the God of Thunder to Asgard without being detected. This was the last hope Loki had.

“Y/N, you will kill yourself if you do not slow down!” said Wanda, shaking her head. “At least eat something!”

You ignored her and positioned yourself tall and steady, closing your eyes and trying to focus on what lay before you. “This is the last hope, YOU are the last hope,” you whispered. “Failure isn’t on the table.”

You let the image of the head councilman’s face sear through your soul like the very image of pain, hoping it would trigger your smoke reaction. It occasionally caused your fingernails to turn to soot, but no such luck after that.

“Y/N,” Steve said. “If Thor needs you, you won’t be ready if you keep doing…whatever you’re doing.”

“And what do you suggest?” you groaned. “You know how to work these things?”

Steve shrunk back in his seat and threw up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough. I don't.”

“Firebird, maybe you should relax more?” suggested Pietro between bites of a sandwich he was demolishing.

“And how do you suggest I do that, when this is literally the last thing I can do to rescue Loki?” you said, giving Pietro an angry look. “If I fail, his blood is on my hands!”

“No, you cannot say that,” Steve reasoned. “Think about everything you’ve done so far.”

“But he did it for ME!” you cried, suddenly losing your tough exterior and falling to the floor in a heap of sobs. Steve, Wanda, and Pietro all ran over and sat with you. “If it weren’t for me, he’d be safe.”

“Don’t say that,” said Wanda. “You brought new meaning to his life.”

“He doesn’t regret anything,” said Steve. “You shouldn’t either.”

“Not like it matters,” you sighed woefully. “I’ve lost him. He put his trust in me and I failed him. If he haunts me forever and torments me in my sleep, I don't blame him.”

Wanda looked to Pietro, pointing down to where her ankle suppressor had usually been, but had never been replaced after the chaos of the battle against Hydra, as well as the dramatic fallout concerning Loki. She smiled. Pietro nodded subtly, but you didn’t notice any of this through your tears as you got to your feet in a hurry, your panic returning and forcing you to frantically pace the room, as if a solution would chase you down.

Wanda moved her fingers, a small red glow emitting from them. The world around you morphed and darkened, the familiarity of your gym space leaving you behind as Wanda took your mind somewhere else…

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You were in the center ring of your circus. The room was empty and silent, save for someone with their back to you, standing on the trapeze platform, wearing a stunning red-spangled gown.

“Oh my god…grandmother?” you asked.

Svetlana smiled and nodded, hopping onto the trapeze and doing a skillful flip landing about five feet from where you stood in the center of the room. You immediately reached out a hand to touch her, but she shrunk back and shook her head.

“I am only the echoes of what your heart already knows, but perhaps what your eyes need to see, and your ears need to hear,” she explained. “You may try to touch me, but you will feel nothing.”

“Oh my god,” you felt yourself weeping quietly, hot tears burning your face. “Meeting you…I can’t believe…”

“It is good to see you too. My, you look like me,” Svetlana said softly.

“I wish I could have known you!” you exclaimed. “All of the things about our magic you could have taught me…”

“When you were born, and I heard of you, I knew you’d be the one to be like me, and I knew you’d be the strongest one in the family. I always wanted to meet you, but I was comforted until my death by my belief that you are my granddaughter in every way, and that would be enough to see you through.”

You gritted your teeth, looking at the soft kind lady in front of you, suddenly wishing you could punch your father in the face for what he did. “How could you let dad do those things to you?”

“I was weary of the world, I had nothing left in me to fight. But please know that I chose to stay away. I could have fought my son. I was at peace in Hoboken, you know. Away from the memories of my life. Someone held my hand as I passed, a nurse and close confidante of mine, so I was not alone. Your fight, however, is just beginning.”

You looked down. “And how do I turn myself into smoke?”

Svetlana looked you in the eye for the first time, a knowing smile on her face. “Oh my dear, just will it. Just want it.”

“That sure got me far,” you spat. “The man I love is about to die for me, and I can’t even figure out this power to help him in time. I am so not worthy of speaking to you…and I was a fucking fool to ever think I was worthy of Loki!”

Svetlana gave you a reassuring smile while gently shaking her head. “I think that’s something he determined to be false a long time ago.”

“I failed him,” you said weakly. “He probably feels betrayed and resentful of me anyway. Everyone in his world has always turned their backs on him, and I was no better in the end. I tried, grandmother, I really did--”

“--and you have NOT failed,” said Svetlana. “And I promise you, my child, that he is only sitting and waiting for you to burst in to save the day. He knows you are coming, and he trusts you yet.”

You grunted. “His trust is misplaced.”

“Only if you say it is!” said your grandmother, her voice rising in authority. “And for as long as you tell yourself this, he may as well lay his head down right now! My god, girl, you are my granddaughter! I walked through miles of snowy forest until I encountered travelers, burned within an inch of my life and teeming with new, inexplicable heat! Strength lies in our blood more than any flame or flicker.”

She turned to leave.

“But--”

“--if you are truly my child, then Loki is already saved.”

“Grandmother, don't go!”

Svetlana paused, but did not turn around. “Carry the fire, my daughter. Shine.”

You blinked, and suddenly you were back in your gym, hovering about fifteen feet off the ground, a vague feeling of being in another state of matter, yet still whole. Wanda was underneath you, smiling and nodding quietly.

“There it is,” she mumbled.

You quickly willed yourself back into corporeal form, and so you were within moments. You let out a pleasant chuckle of surprise.

“Well, I guess--”

Suddenly, the sound of the bifrost opening on the roof of the tower sent all of you dashing up the stairs, where you met Thor as he came bounding in, hammer in hand, out of breath (odd for a god).

You immediately knew what had transpired on Asgard. “Oh no…”

Thor nodded and held out a hand to you. “I told Heimdall to stand by. I am the only one allowed back, and its going to happen any time…”

You swallowed nervously, your hair glowing white hot. “It?”

Thor nodded. “The execution. Odin was not moved. We need to go. NOW.”

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coro-chan6 · 9 months

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Somehow Supernatural

Chapter 2: It's All Starting to Feel Real

Tags: poc!oc, gn!oc, teen!oc, panic attack, heavy cursing, Dean always needs his own warning, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of anxiety, Cas not taking a hint, Deanstiel (or whatever the fuck Dean and Cas's ship name is), general chaos

Summary: The Winchesters and Cas have a meeting about Casey. It doesn't go too well, and Casey realizes what shit their stuck in.

Words: 2,675

I kinda felt like I was gonna vomit. Not because I needed to vomit, but because my tum-tum was doing flips and turns like a fucking rollercoaster due to my crippling anxiety. Usually, I would do little exercises that helped me regulate like my mom taught me, but that just reminded me that I was in a different universe where I might not be able to see my mom - or anyone I knew in real life - ever again. These consistent, little thoughts did not help my already upside-down stomach.

I was sitting in the bunker, in the room with the table that has the big map of the world. I liked to call this room the “meeting room” when I watched the show because… they met people in the meeting room. Come on, it was like the foyer of the bunker so everyone had to pass through it to fight and argue and shiz.

Anyway, I was sitting in the meeting room surrounded by men that I never thought I’d ever meet in person. Maybe the reason for my anxious tum was because of the “omg-smexy-men-are-staring-at-me” effect. If so… give me an anxiety stomach ache every day.

Dean sat straight across from me at the map table. Even though he wasn’t in pouncing position anymore, he was still on guard; which, I mean, valid. All that shit he’s gone through definitely made him a tough cookie.

Castiel was standing right behind Dean’s chair like a guardian angel. I mean, literally right behind. He was basically breathing down the hunter's neck. Maybe he liked the smell.

And Sam.

Oh. Sammy. Boy!

He had his ass sat directly on the table and was staring at me in wonder. Sam’s hair was hanging in his face at an angle that was just… perfect. It was also the perfect length, not short enough to make him look like he was 15 and not long enough where he looked crusty. Did I mention that he looked fucking perfect? Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought Sam was the angel.

No offense, Cas.

All three attractive men were gathered around the meeting table to discuss me. Me! I was kinda feeling myself and basking in the attention that I was getting from multiple hot men before I realized something a bit alarming.

Dean, Castiel, and Sam… were deciding what to do with me. I wouldn’t put it past Dean if he decided to kill me or abandon me in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He doesn’t seem like the type to have a father instinct for just some random teen.

…or maybe whoever’s body I’m occupying is important to him.

“Y’all gonna talk or just stare?” I asked. Yes, during my whole internal monologue full of ogling men and withering away from anxiety, not a single person talked. They gave each other looks, but they didn’t utter a word.

Someone finally decided to speak up after realizing how weird they were being.

“So…” Sam started. He had his hand thoughtfully under his chin. I thought I might mention it because it almost took me out, “You just appeared out of nowhere?”

“I mean, I guess so. I’m just as confused as you guys are,” I spin in my chair, “Honestly, I thought I was just having one of my regularly scheduled psychedelic dreams but then, I woke up with Dean in my face.”

“A dream?” Castiel asked.

“Yeah, dude, a dream. I was basically floating in this void and then I started hearing someone telling me to wake up and then… Dean’s face.” I took another twirl in my chair.

The guys looked like they were trying to solve a puzzle. They had their thinking caps on full blast, you should have seen their faces.

“Did you try the usual holy water, sliver, cross stuff?” Sam turned to Dean in question.

“Yeah,” Dean replied.

I get trying to make sure I’m not a bad type of baddie, but he could have used his non-dominant hand so it wouldn’t be as hard cause damn. That shit really hurt.

“They didn’t try to attack you?” Sam continued.

“No.”

“Then, I think we should be good for now. We can let them stay here since they seem discombobulated,” Bless you, Sam. You’re the greatest of all these fuckers.

“But if they try anything, they're out,” Cas nodded along with Dean’s words. The angel barely even looked like he was listening to what Dean was actually saying, “And if we figure out you were lying about who you are, I will find a way to send you to hell. Trust me.”

Go shit on a brick, Dean. And you too Cas, agreeing with Dean like a lost puppy.

“Okay…” I muttered. I didn’t really like the idea of dying, especially if it was in someone else’s body, but what could I have done? Said no? Been kicked to the curb? I’m not really worth anything to them so-

…wait.

“You never told me, whose body is this?”

All of a sudden, it got a little awkward. Sam’s cheeks were pink and Dean was avoiding my eyes. Even Cas looked a little weird.

“Well-” Dean started.

“We-”

“Sam found the kid on a hunt and couldn’t help but save them. They almost died, but Sammy got Cas to heal them,” Dean blurted. Sam’s face turned a dark red now that the truth was out to the masses.

“W-well you cared about them enough to train them!” Sam retorted. Now it was Dean’s turn for a red face.

“You brought them stacks of books!”

“You made them your big bacon breakfast…three times! I can barely get you to cook for me!”

“You eat salad. I’m not making a fucking salad for a meal!”

“It’s good for your body! Your body will rot away from all the red meat you eat!”

“At least I’m not eating rabbits' food!”

“You know,” Cas finally piped up, “The kid was bound to die.”

Silence. Damn, dude. That was a bit harsh, wasn’t it? From what I heard just now, the Winchester brothers really liked this kid. It kind of makes me feel bad for pushing them from their own body, but… what was Cas saying?

“They were meant to die the night of the hunt. Right on the floor of their living room where you found them. It was their fate. It was a miracle I was able to heal them and it was almost impossible for them to survive a month like they did,” Sam and Dean were getting pissed. Castiel - bless his heart - didn’t seem to notice, “They were never supposed to have formed relations with you two because you weren’t supposed to meet them while they were still alive.”

Poor Cas and his sucky communication skills. Now due to his harsh words, the angel’s collar was being winkled by Dean’s man hands. Castiel didn’t look alarmed at all. I wasn’t sure if it was because Dean was a mere human or because the majority of the Supernatural fandom was right about these two.

“Shut up,” Dean seethed. Sam was hovering behind Dean either waiting his turn to get a lick in or making sure Dean didn’t take it too far. I was now feeling really bad because this was all making a bit of sense. I finally understood why Castiel didn’t seem fazed by my sudden appearance, why he’s been saying all this shit about how this person should be dead already.

Speaking of Castiel, he was just letting Dean choke him up against the table. I knew he didn’t really need my help in the situation, but I was starting to feel a little awkward just sitting there. It’s way different seeing these men fight when they’re on screen and I’m in a whole other world looking like a mole rat on my couch.

With courage that I didn’t know I had, I muttered, “Guys… I need to take a shit. Real bad.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at me in… surprise? Disgust? Both? It didn’t really matter what they thought of my statement, all that mattered was Castiel’s insensitive words were forgotten. For now.

Fingers combing through his hair, Sam sighed, “Come on then,” he said, walking off. He expected me to follow him and I did. To the best of my ability. He’s got long fucking legs, so he’s got even longer fucking strides. I had to practically run and I’m of average height!

Sam finally stopped at the door to the bathroom. I didn’t actually have to shit, but I figured I could use this opportunity of aloneness to recoup, realign, and do all things zen.

Closing the door to the bathroom, I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. Today was one of the weirdest days of my life. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad weird yet, but it was weird. I never thought I would travel to a different universe. I never thought I would ever meet the Winchesters. I never thought I would get to walk with my own two feet - mostly - through the bunker that I’ve adored for years.

What the hell brought me here? I wasn’t really complaining, but I still have to wonder. Was this planned? Was this person’s body kept alive for me to go in it? Do I have to save this world somehow? Am I connected to something here? Was this fate like Castiel mentioned?

I sat on the toilet seat feeling pretty lost. I wasn’t sure why it was so bright in the fucking bathroom, but it was bothering me so I slammed my face onto my lap. It was dark and warm and what I really needed at the moment.

I know, a really sharp change in my emotions, but that’s just how it be sometimes. Perhaps being alone right now wasn’t the best decision. Usually, being alone worked, but now it felt like there were 20-pound weights on my shoulders, and it was getting kind of hard to breathe. It was also really hot, so I started squirming on the toilet seat like that was gonna cool me off. I don’t know what I thinking because that’s not how heat works.

Then, I thought I could sit on the floor and continue my deep ponder about how the fuck I got into this situation, but I finally realized I was having a panic attack and didn’t really want to move. I found that if I moved, I would black out or it would be 10 times worse, but who knows, maybe this body works differently.

So, I moved to the floor. The floor was nice and cool, but then I started thinking about spiders because I was on the floor in an underground bathroom and spiders here really made sense. I wanted to get back on the toilet, but my body didn’t wanna listen. So now, I was a lump of a human on the bathroom floor that was probably shivering, but I couldn’t really feel my body anymore.

I wonder why when my body’s panicking my thoughts are calmer than when my body’s not panicking. It doesn’t really make sense. Like, none of my thoughts were screaming at me or telling me to do stupid shit. They were just calmly saying stuff like ‘you should get up’ or ‘there might be spiders here’ or ‘your probably gonna die, but take your time’.

Yeah, the calm thoughts were definitely worst.

Now I recognized the feeling of tears falling down my face and I felt pretty pathetic. I mean, what the fuck was I crying for? Nothing was wrong. They hadn’t killed me yet. I’d always wanted to travel to another world, but I guess my body couldn’t take it. Wait! This wasn’t even my fucking body!

“So goddamn pathetic,” I wheezed. My right cheek was pressed against the floor and when I talked I could feel the tears smearing all over the place and it gave me the ick, but I couldn’t stop myself from crying.

I love to mention the fact that I have a superiority complex, but I never talk about the opposite of that. My dandy ‘you’re a fucking loser and will never do anything in your life’ complex. It always sneaks up on me at the worst times, like when I’m supposed to be enjoying myself in another universe for crying out loud, and makes me feel more worthless than - fucking - everything. It makes me wanna crawl into a hole and never come back out.

Feeling worthless and having a panic attack simultaneously isn’t the best. It means not only can you not breathe, but you also don’t feel like trying. So, I laid on the floor of the bathroom and didn’t do any of the breathing exercises that my therapist taught me. I just waited to black out.

“Hey, kid, you doing okay in there?” Sam’s voice sounded so far away. I could barely hear it. My lungs were starting to hurt from lack of air, so I curled my aching body into a pathetic little ball.

Pathetic.

“Did you hear me?” Sam sounded. I didn’t move a muscle. I wasn��t surprised when I heard his footsteps getting farther from the door. Of course, he would abandon me. Even I would abandon myself. I was so damn pathetic that I didn’t deserve to be cared for.

Bang!

“Kid! What the hell?” Sam’s voice was now closer. Was it odd that I could smell him? Was I really that desperate for someone that I was imagining things?

So fucking pathetic.

Strong arms lifted me off the floor. I was now pushed against a firm chest and not cold tiles. I don’t think I was imagining this, but I wasn’t gonna get my hopes up. I couldn’t see much because of the tears, so I just snuggled deeper into Sam’s flannel.

More footsteps approached. More voices.

“What the hell happened?”

“They were in the bathroom and I heard sobbing, but they wouldn’t answer the door.”

“Are they hurt?”

“No, I think they’re having a panic attack.”

“A what?”

“A panic attack, Dean. I’m just gonna get them to lay down somewhere other than the floor.”

“The floor? Did they pass out?”

Sam brushed my hair back to see my face, “Maybe. They’re awake now.”

When we got to the couch, Sam put me down and crouched in front of me. He was looking into my eyes while I was trying to look at his.

“Breathe with me,” Sam whispered gently.

I tried to do what he said, but my lungs were burning. Every breath I tried to take would come out shaky or devolve into a sob. Sam slowly took my hands, giving me a chance to pull away, and continued breathing with me. It took a while, but soon I was breathing steadily and my crying had stopped.

“You okay?” Sam asked.

I nodded.

“You want some water?”

I nodded again.

“Dean?” Sam turned to his brother that was standing behind him, “Mind getting them some water?”

Before Dean could move Castiel appeared with a glass of water in hand. I hadn’t even noticed he had left. The angel handed me the glass and while I gulped it down, he stayed hovered over me. He looked really worried, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Does this happen a lot?” Sam questioned. His hand was still holding one of mine. It was comforting.

“Yeah,” I croaked, “No big deal.”

“Is there something wrong with them?” The shorter brother asked.

“Nah, I’m just kinda sensitive,” I huffed, “Kind of hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with that in this body.”

“Sorry you have to,” said Sam, “I know how it feels.”

Well, well, well. One of my personal headcannons was true.

I gave Sam a smile and finally let go of his hand. I didn’t really wanna talk about this anymore.

“So, you guys got anything to eat?”

I used my own experience with panic attacks to write the scene in this chapter, so if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

AN: loved this chapter sm. I really like the tone of this fanfiction and I'm gonna try to keep it like this so when it gets dark... well- it doesn't get too depressing.

Hope you enjoyed!

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Day 10: Confession

Day 10/29

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Glenn Rhee x Reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff, pining

Summary: Daryl and Reader confess their feelings on New Year’s Eve.

A/N: End of the prison era and end of their silly pining!! I literally said 'fuck yes!' when I finished writing this. Excited for the next parts.

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Nearly a week had passed since Christmas Day, marking today’s date as January 31. New Year’s Eve. A day for celebrating the passing of another year, made much more important by the current world climate. Everyone was grateful to have made it another year when the odds now were so low.

There were other things to be grateful for as well. Newfound family, people who never would’ve met each other coming together as one. Being so ingrained in each other’s lives that it was impossible to remember a time without them. That’s how you felt about everyone in your little group, but the feeling intensified when thinking about one individual in particular.

Not only had it been a week since Christmas, but a week since Daryl and you almost kissed. It had taken a few days for that information to settle. Almost kissed. Because that’s what it would have been, right? He wasn’t leaning in for nothing.

The garlands were starting to scrape your hands with how tight you were gripping them. You pulled your eyes away from your distraction: the alluring man who held all your attention. His hands were what drew you in the first place; strong and skilled as always, but now adorned with a new accessory: the gloves you’d gifted him. Daryl was across the room, helping you take down the remaining decorations. He’d volunteered immediately when you asked, the thrill of being alone with him again like a lit match down your spine. And then Glenn had volunteered, too.

Speak of the devil, the younger man was walking into the room after clearing the hallway of stray decor, a mischievous smile on his face. His fist was closed around something you couldn’t see.

“Hey guys, you know it’s not too late…want me to hold this over your heads?” Daryl turned just in time to see you flinch, Glenn’s palm opening to reveal his secret: mistletoe. You and the archer turned identical shades of red, both shaking your heads and averting your eyes away from each other. Glenn, on the other hand, was laughing his ass off.

“Shut up,” you muttered, shooting Daryl an apologetic look. His hands were in knots at his waist, his bottom lip between his teeth. You’d seen him nervous more times than he’d like to admit, but never this nervous.

“Oh come on! I can’t throw it away until we get some more use out of it!” Glenn chimed. Daryl regained some of his composure and glared at him.

“They’re right. Shut up.”

Glenn waved you off and left the room, taking his mistletoe and comments of “Would’ve been the perfect opportunity” and “Wait til Maggie hears” with him.

You faced Daryl again, grimacing at your mutual friend’s teasing. “I think I know what my New Year’s resolution is. Make Glenn’s life a living Hell.”

He laughed, a deep and genuine sound you’d only pulled from him a few times. Your chest warmed at the sound. Settling back into the rhythm, you both continued your work of pulling things from the walls and railings, though the tension had risen a little. Eventually, he broke the silence.

“Ya don’t believe in that stuff, do ya? Resolutions and shit?”

You furrowed your brows at him, the question confusing you. He saw your reaction and hurried to explain. “Like, if ya want to make a big life change, just do it. Don’t wait ‘til a new year starts and then forget about the goal anyway. Those things never worked for anybody I knew, sure as Hell not me.”

Suppressing a smile, you eyed the man as he spoke, his posture high and his arms waving. It was rare to hear him string so many words together, much less as passionately as he was now.

“I get that. They never really worked for me either. I guess it’s just a nice thing to do, you know? Start the new year believing you’re going to improve your life,” you replied. He nodded, your words ringing true.

“Yeah, I guess. So what’s yer actual resolution then?”

His words sent a jolt through you, your chest tightening. Looking at him now, his eyes intensely focused on you, his hair uncut and tousled just the way you loved, you knew exactly what life change you wanted to make. But you couldn’t tell him that, could you?

“I’ll get back to you on that.”

Hours later, it was nearly midnight. The prison was in full celebration mode; champagne had been scavenged and opened, glasses filled and drunk from without pause. You’d enjoyed your own serving earlier, engaging in excited conversation as long as you could stomach before finding yourself here: walking up the guard tower steps.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the company. You loved your friends and family dearly, and any amount of time with them was never enough. But, as midnight drew nearer and everyone was pairing up for that special moment, the reminder of your aloneness was too heavy.

Darkness clouded your vision as you climbed up, looking forward to the cold quiet of the platform. Hopefully there your thoughts would be clearer, less skewed by the chatter of friends and alcohol. When you opened the door, however, a large figure caught your attention.

Of course he was here. On this night, when you wanted nothing more than to be with him, but be with him. Daryl turned when he heard you, your own surprise reflected back to you. Clearly you’d had the same idea about seeking some alone time.

Still, when he gestured to the open space next to him, you didn’t hesitate to take it. You let the quiet rest between you, the distant sound of voices and glasses clinking the only company you needed. He was warm beside you; you could feel it radiating from his body. You were reminded of this time last year, when he held you close each night to protect you from the winter chill on the road. It had been a long time since you felt him, even in such an innocent way. You yearned to reach out and touch him.

“Did ya make yer resolution?” he asked, snapping you back to the present. When you didn’t respond, unsure of what to say, he faced you.

Suddenly it was a week ago, the last time you two sat here, looking at each other like this. The glow of a cheery day still shining across your faces, the pleasure of warm company making everything feel easy. A week ago, when he’d looked at you like that, and then right after…

“Yeah, I did,” you said, keeping your voice low and even. He leaned in, ever so slightly, but you noticed.

“Let’s hear it then.”

Clearing your throat, you matched his body language by leaning in yourself, lowering your voice to a whisper as if it was a dear secret. “I’m resolving to go after the things I want. Life’s too short, especially now. You never know when your time is up.”

He shook his head, expression serious. “Nah. Yer gonna live a long time. I’ll make sure of it,” he said, words firm. “Hell, that’s my resolution. To keep ya alive and help ya get what you want.”

As if on cue, a crowd of voices started counting down. 10…you leaned in. 9…he leaned in.

8…“Oh yeah?” 7…his eyes fell to your lips. 6…yours fell to his.

5…”Yeah. Whatever ya want.” 4…closer. 3…closer. 2…his hand on your face. 1…

Fireworks went off, at least that’s what you assumed. It was the only explanation for the ringing in your ears, the booming in your heart. Daryl’s lips were on yours, pushing forward while his hands pulled you closer. You leaned into him, drinking him in. Touching him, feeling him, electricity coursing through your veins.

When you opened your eyes, it was a new year. When you opened your eyes, he was right in front of you, a real person, a real moment. When you opened your eyes, you saw your future, and it was beautiful.

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Number Nine

Chapter One: I Want You All To Myself

AO3 author’s note/info one two three four five six seven eight epilogue extra

All my work is 18+.

I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but in an instant, you break me down. I know better than to want you, but I succumb to you without a doubt. Now the water is rising, and I’m too tired to swim; and my lungs just can’t take it, but I keep breathing you in, so tell me lies, tell me painted truths; anything at all to keep me close to you. Pull me under the way you do; tonight, I wanna drown in an ocean of you.- Martin Garrix & Clinton Kane, Drown

There was a difference between being ashamed of one’s actions and being discreet about them. This was something Lea had learned recently. She hadn’t given the distinction much consideration before, but then she had gotten an additional best friend.

Lea had two best friends; one made sense and the other—the recent accrual, the one that both required and practiced discretion—did not.

As a broke college student, it made sense for her best friend to be Sam, another broke college student she’d known since they were attending kindergarten at the all-girls school where they’d met in North Carolina.

One could perhaps count her older sister, Lina, as another best friend, and her younger sister, Ari, as a third, but for one, they were her sisters; for two, Ari was in California; and for three, they would’ve made perfect sense.

Lea’s actual other best friend was Tim. This made no sense for several reasons. Firstly, Tim was a guy, and Lea had never had many guys involved in her life, what with the aforementioned all-girls schools and her mother’s choice to deliberately isolate their family from anyone of the male persuasion on account of the hell her father had wracked upon her mother’s life.

Secondly, Tim was not a college student. He didn’t live on campus, and he didn’t live in her building. He did, however, live not too far from the tiny New York apartment she shared with Sam.

Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, Tim was, to the majority of the population, known as Timothée Chalamet, Academy Award nominated actor. This was, in a word, bizarre. In three words, it was really fucking bizarre.

Like. Her best friend was a major celebrity. Her best friend was considered the most talented actor of his generation (not hers, though. She was a Zoomer). Her best friend had been called the most well-dressed man in the world. Her best friend was considered an international sex symbol. Her best friend had been nominated for ninety-four different awards during the course of his increasingly illustrious acting career, and had won thirty-nine (she’d checked Wikipedia at one point). Her best friend had made out with Saorise Ronan and Selena Gomez and Zendaya and Jennifer motherfucking Lawrence. He’d dated Madonna’s daughter in high school—high school!—and then Johnny Depp’s daughter and he acted like it wasn’t even that big of a deal. Her best friend had a net worth of twenty million dollars and it was climbing fast, having outright doubled in the past few months alone.

And, oh yeah, minor detail, but she might also maybe possibly be in love with him.

Oh, alright. So she was totally head over heels crazy in love with him. Sue her. What was she supposed to do, not fall in love with the sweetest living being she’d met in her entire life who also just so happened to be intelligent and funny and talented and had the appearance of a Greek fucking god? Yeah, unlikely.

She’d never had romantic feelings for anyone before and had fully intended to keep it that way on account of her mother’s less than stellar romantic example, but y’know. Whatever.

Not like anything was gonna happen anyway.

He had technically asked her on a date the second time they’d met (she’d tailored two suits for him, the second of which he’d requested her by name for), but things had since been strictly platonic. She figured that once he’d actually gotten to know her as a human being, he’d decided they were better as friends.

Never mind the fact that he got her random presents that cost hundreds of dollars. Never mind the fact that one of her Christmas presents was literally first class plane tickets home to North Carolina. Never mind the fact that he held her hand constantly, cuddled with her under a blanket when they watched movies, or that he insisted she sleep in his bed with him holding her close whenever she stayed over.

Those were all normal friend things. Or normal Tim things. Or normal guy things. She wasn’t sure. Either way, no matter what anyone said, there was no way in hell his feelings towards her were more than platonic.

This was, of course, totally fair. It was also most definitely for the best. It hurt like a bitch, though.

But honestly, it would never work. Zendaya was super nice and even had a boyfriend, but like. How could anyone compete with Zen-fucking-daya, even if all romantic and/or sexual interactions were in a work context?

Zendaya had become a friend at Tim’s twenty-sixth birthday party, yeah, but she was also a source of insecurity for Lea.

She was everything Lea wasn’t. Zendaya was tall. Lea was 5’¾” of an inch on the best of days. Zendaya had perfect skin. Lea was covered in freckles and turned lobster red if she spent more than an hour and a half in the sun without SPF 70. Zendaya had a team of people managing her hair. Lea was lucky her dark red curls didn’t frizz up every day. Zendaya was skinny. Lea was… well. Not. She couldn’t even afford a bra in her size and had subsequently been wearing the same two since she was fifteen.

In any case, Tim had girls like that at his disposal, and she knew for a fact he had a long history of casual hook-ups and flings. They’d never work. It really was for the best that his feelings for her were strictly platonic.

There was one more minor reason that things must remain platonic between them. Well, okay. There were several reasons, but they were interconnected. It all started when, a few weeks into their friendship and she was hurdling head-first into romantic feelings territory and fast, she’d been hit with what she thought of as the Big Reveal.

“Your what?” Lea had sputtered at him over the pizza he’d ordered.

“Huh?” he paused in his story. “I was just saying that my wife—“

She dropped the pizza outright then. “Your wife,” she repeated back to him.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then seemed to recall something. “Shit, right, I haven’t told you, huh?”

“Apparently not,” she said uncomfortably, her appetite completely gone now. “You’re, uh… you’re married?”

He nodded. “Few years now.”

“I’m confused,” she confessed. “You asked me out at first. You said it was a date.”

Tim smiled at her indulgently, and her heart thudded in her chest. She wished it wouldn’t, though, because he was fucking married, apparently.

“We’re polyamorous, sweetheart,” he told her gently. “We both have plenty of girlfriends, some of them shared.” He paused. “Plus a few boyfriends on her part.”

She’d heard of that. She couldn’t imagine the appeal of wanting more than one person at a time. She didn’t get why he did, and she was insanely jealous of the girls he was with and most especially his motherfucking wife, but to each their own, she supposed.

“You said girlfriends,” she observed. “As in, like. Plural. More than one. Multiple.”

He nodded.

“How, uh. How many are we talking here?”

He thought for a moment. “Eight, I think? Yeah, eight.”

“Eight?” she squeaked out. He was dating eight girls? In addition to his wife?

Her mind was reeling, and she leaned back against the couch. She felt queasy.

“Where’s… where’s your wife?” Lea wanted to know.

“Her and Elle are both in a house not too far from here,” he said casually.

“Who’s Elle?” she asked, her head spinning.

“I’ve really never mentioned them?” When she shook her head, he finally put his own pizza down, wiped his hands on his sweatpants, and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his pictures for a few seconds before turning his screen to show her a picture of a grinning little girl who couldn’t be much older than two.

She had Tim’s hair. And Tim’s eyes.

Lea gaped.

“My daughter,” he explained before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“You have kids?” She was trying really hard not to hyperventilate.

“Just the one,” he assured her hastily. Then, “Well— for now. Olivia’s pregnant and she says it’s definitely mine. Another girl, which is cool.”

“Olivia?” Lea squeaked.

“One of my girlfriends, yeah,” he brushed her off. “Lea, are you okay? You look pale.”

“I’m always pale,” she reminded him shortly.

“Are you upset?”

“Of course not.” The words were too forced for someone who knew her very well to believe, but Tim didn’t know her mannerisms super well by this point, plus she was a costume design major and had taken her share of acting classes. She couldn’t very well tell him she was actually quite upset because of how she felt about him, now could she? “I have to get home, though. I have homework.” She stood and went to get her purse.

“I thought you’d finished it,” he pointed out, frowning in obvious disappointment at her earlier-than-usual departure.

“I just remembered I have to edit an essay.”

Tim outright pouted at that. “Why don’t you enroll in online classes next semester?”

She paused, turning around to face him again as she slipped on her shoes next to the couch. “Why?”

He shrugged, grinning up at her. “So I can take you places we wanna go together.”

She wanted to ask what his wife, daughter, and eight girlfriends would think about that. Instead, she just nodded once and said, “Yeah, okay.”

He took a final bite of pizza before standing up, towering over her as per usual, and handing her her coat. “You sure you have to go?”

Lea nodded again, more firmly this time. “My essay is a mess,” she lied.

He sighed. “Okay. C’mon, then.” At that, he started towards the elevator out of his fancy rich boy penthouse.

“Oh, uh…” She gulped, desperately trying to think of an excuse to refuse his obvious assumption that he was driving her home. “I can take the subway.”

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Yeah, no. I’m driving you.”

Deciding that arguing would be too suspicious, she only nodded again, trying not to blush at how sweet he always was as she put on her coat. Why’d he have to be so fucking nice? If he weren’t so fucking nice, she wouldn’t have gone and done something as stupid as catching feelings for a married man.

When she turned to shoot a polite goodbye smile at him before exiting his car, he grinned that heart-stopping grin at her, leaned over the console, and pressed a swift kiss to her cheek.

And that’s when she knew with absolute certainty that she was a goner.

She told herself his life when he was away from her didn’t matter. It didn’t impact their friendship. He talked about his daughter sometimes, and when he did, it was with obvious love, but he hardly ever spoke about the other girls in his life. Not that she considered herself a girl in his life. God, to be a girl in Timothée Chalamet’s life. But no, she wasn’t. He spent money on her, sure; more money than her mom did outside of her schooling, even. But it was pennies to him. Pennies compared to what he must spend on his wife and various girlfriends.

Yes I made that divider by myself. It’s adorable, fuck you that’s why.

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Outsiders

It was a wonderful day outside. The kind where the sun shines just right, the breeze is the perfectly refreshing, and the clouds glide across the sky. A perfect day for a picnic, or strolling alongside the nearby beach.

But instead you had to get dragged behind the school by a princely soldier.

Not that it fazes you at this point. After so many…. memorable situations with Night Raven students, the knife you’ve stood upon simply lost any edge. And really, the couple students you met from Royal Sword have been nice enough, so you’re not worried.

Bright eyes look at you with an intensity that makes you stand upright at once. The golden dust on his bangs shimmers with all the magic it holds, close but not quite obscuring his vision. You get to take in all the details as Jude stands close to you, his voice barely above a whisper.

-“I know your secret.”

The words are simple and direct, as always. A minute of silence passes as both of you wait for the other to go on. At last, Jude leans away, a slight squint in his eyes.

-“They told me. You’re not from here.”

Well, sure, duh. Almost no one here was born right on this isla-

-“Anywhere here. This world. The mirror said there is nowhere to send you back to.”

Damn. Cover blown.

Jude lets out a deep sigh as he plays with his fingerless gloves, undoing and readjusting the clasps. When his eyes are back on you, they look… softer.

-"I came from another place too. I want to know more of your world to verify if it's the same."

Oh. So that's what it was about. Hmh hmh that makes sen— HUH!?

-"Why are you surprised?"

The words sound almost offended. Well, rude or not, you are allowed some incredulity!

-"I don't quite announce it. You don't either. So you know why."

True true, but some lead up would've been nice. To think someone else from your world ended up here…

-"I can't affirm that until I know more of where you come from. We have to compare what we know."

A barracade of menial questions started. When you spoke of certain countries, Jude nodded along. When you spoke of smartphones, he frowned, unfamiliar with the concept until he arrived here. You shared knowledge of some historical events, but more recent ones flew over his head. He lost himself in though at each answer, at least reaching a conclusion.

-"It's possible we came from the same world, but different times."

That would check, yes. You'd say that's almost certain.

-"... It could be a parallel universe too. I don't know what happened after I was taken to the Neverseas."

Perhaps. When did he get here anyways?

-"When I was around seven, I think. I was older than some kids, but younger than the veterans."

Wow. That must have been rough. You've had a hard time adjusting at your age, you can't imagine how a kid would do.

-"You have shelter, electricity and secured food. It would be worse without those."

… Should you be concerned?

-"It's not that uncommon on the Neverseas. Kids show up lost in the forests out of nowhere. You learn to fend for yourself if Percy doesn't pick you up "

…Yeah, no, you're DEFINITELY concerned. And very split on pressing for details or dropping the topic altogether. You're so worked up you think you're hallucinating even, the only possible explanation to seeing a laugh break on Jude's face.

-"I've been working on that, don't worry. We have outlook posts now to help any new kids."

There's a smugness to Jude's smile that you haven't seen before. For a moment he looks less like a strict sergeant, the overworked babysitter of the group, and more like the young man he is. You could get used to it.

At your stare Jude seems to realise his face has emoted for once, covering the lower half with his first as he pretends to cough. The speck of crimson on his cheeks betray any attempt at subtlety, but it's gone as fast as it came. Still, as perfect as his posture always is, the muscles seem to hold less tension now.

-"Anyways. I have been gathering intel on where everyone came from. I'll let you know if I can find a way back for you. If you want to."

For you, huh. So he's not looking for a way home himself?

-"...No. I'm curious, but I will never go back."

Simple and direct. Perhaps a bit too much so. The wall between you stands tall as always, but it also seems ever slightly less so.

-"If you want to go back, I'll help you. If you want to stay, then…"

There's an uncharacteristic pause on his part. His eyes look far off to the side, as if searching for the right words. With a nod to himself, he places a hand on your shoulder so naturally you hardly question it. That warmth of it is comforting, firm, as if anchoring you to this moment where your eyes meet. The corners of his lips tease at a smile that won't quite show, but can be heard in his words.

-"...then I will make sure you enjoy your time here, as a fellow outsider."

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