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emmy-lou-badoo · 2 years

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At Last

This is a Tangled inspired Foolish Imagine, it has some other fairytale tropes from other movies, but it is mostly Tangled.

This is also the first thing I have ever written that is DSMP related, I just got really into lore and the idea came to me, so hopefully others enjoy, cause I had fun writing it and I tried to incorporate as many people as I could besides Foolish.

Enjoy :)

“YOU’RE BACK!”

“AHHhHhhH!” XD jumped, He keeled over holding his chest - collecting himself.

“I told you not to do that Y/N” He scolded.

“I’m sorry Father, I’m just excited” Y/N smiled and twirled around, following XD as he walked.

“What could possibly have you so excited?” He asks, still walking forward.

“Well” Y/N drawls, “It’s my birthday tomorrow!” they cheer jumping to stand next to XD.

“Oh” XD quirks, his pace stopping for a moment, “that’s tomorrow? I swear you just had one” he walks on.

“Well, that’s the thing about birthdays, they are a recurring thing” Y/N mumbles.

They pause looking over their Father’s form. They inhale deeply and slowly exhale, before marching forward to him.

“I know what I want as my present” They smile wide and bat their eyes.

“Oh, and what is that?” XD speaks with his back turned to them.

“I want to go see the lights” Y/N speaks with conviction.

“What lights?” XD questions.

Y/N fumbles, “the-the lights around your statue, you know the one being built for you”

“Oooohhhhh” XD says, “Foolish’s statue”

“No” he affirms, not even looking at them as he continues to walk away.

“What?” Y/N gasps, then runs to catch up with him, “Why?” they question.

“It is not safe down there for you, you are not ready to join the server” He informs them.

“It would only be for a night! I think I can handle that - please!” Y/N begs.

“Y/N, please” XD turns to them, walking steadily toward them, “you’re as fragile as a flower”

He taps their nose, “listen to your Father, you are not ready”

Y/N looks down at their feet.

XD lifts their chin with his pointer finger, “But, I mean I’m just your father, what do I know - go ahead, leave me - it’s not like I made the server, not like I know how dangerous it really is…”

XD throws his hands up and turns away in a sob, fingers finding the bridge of his nose.

Y/N steps forward and places a hand on his arm, “I’m sorry father”

“No” he turns and embraces them, “I’m sorry, I just love you, I couldn’t bare it if something happened to you”

Y/N hugs him tighter.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, father?”

“Don’t ever ask to leave again”

“Yes father”

***

Y/N laid on their bed that night, sobbing, unable to stop thinking about all the things they wanted to see on the server - the glowing lights around the statue being foremost in their mind.

A soft hand falls on their shoulder, not a word spoken.

Y/N tries to bite back the hiccups and wipe away the tears, before turning to see Slime, as they called him.

“It’s ok, I’m fine” Their lip quivered.

Slime tilted his head, “No you’re not Y/N”

They broke down and flung their arms around Slime, “Why can’t I go for one night”

Slime patted their head, “Y/N you are too old to cry - that’s what you said last year when your father didn’t agree to your present idea”

“You’re right - I am old, I’m immortal for goodness sake!” Y/N let go of Slime and stepped back in their fit of rage.

“I mean, I may not be as powerful as him, but I made you!” Y/N gestured to Slime, “and, and” the words got lost on the way to their mouth from their head.

Slime stepped forward, placing a hand on their shoulder and offering a kind smile that slowly spread mischievously, “and we could go see the lights, you and me - all man, no slime, me”

Y/N watched him in wonder, then shook their head furiously, “no we shouldn’t”.

Y/N began to pace, “well”

“No, Slime, father would be so hurt” Y/N continued pacing and speaking to themself as the green man of slime watched them.

“I could be back before he knew” Y/N pondered.

They suddenly stopped, they abruptly turned to face Slime, “It’s now or never, we’re going - I’ve made up my mind”

Slime holds out his fist, “dab me up”

Y/N bumps their fist to his with a smile and light laugh.

***

“Perhaps this was a bad idea” Y/N bits their lips as they stand in a swamp.

Slime takes their hand and smiles.

“You are right, I’ve come this far” Y/N nods.

The pair begin their journey toward the desert, toward the famed statue and lights.

“Slime?” Y/N is stopped, before they have even exited the swamp, when Slime lets go of their hand.

Slime is looking down into a cave where there is slime, like him, just more ball shaped then man. Y/N really did try to make all slime like him, but it was an early creation of theirs.

He looked at her expectantly.

“You want to go see them?” Y/N asked.

He nodded excitedly, “Oh yes please, Y/N”

“Oh…” Y/N thought, they looked up at the sky then back at their companion, “I don’t think we have time to go down there and still make it to the lights and back”

Slime looked disappointed.

“But-” Y/N hastened a solution to make them both happy, “you could go see them and explore and I can go to the lights and…and then we can meet back here at this tree” Y/N gestured to an oversized tree behind them.

Slime nodded vigorously, he even ran forward to hug them before they parted.

“Remember to look around and observe, so you don’t get lost - and maybe try not to tell them you are technically Slime, they’ve never met anyone like you” Y/N warned Slime.

“Of course Y/N, and If I have time, I’ll come find you at the lights!” Slime smiled.

Y/N smiled at him and they parted ways.

It was a small change to the plan, but Y/N moved on from it. It was for the best, they thought as they traveled. Although their missing of where they needed to go to be at the statue did make them think maybe their father was right. They couldn’t even blip down to this world without missing the mark of their intended location…what else could go wrong.

***

They made it just after sundown, they walked through the sand they grew to hate more and more with each step.

“Urgh” Y/N growled at the feeling of the sand sticking to their feet and making home between their toes.

“Not a fan of sand?” a voice chuckled at them.

Y/N screamed and spun, punching before thinking. The tales of horror told to them by their father and the darkness around them setting them on the fight part of ‘fight or flight’.

“Ow” the man groaned, holding his nose.

“Oh” Y/N softened, “I’m so sorry, you just startled me - I’m so sorry - here” They shoved bread into his hands.

He looked at them with a quirked brow and an amused smile set on his jawline.

“That will help you heal” Y/N paused then their face fell, “right?”

He chuckled, “Yes it will, thank you…”

“Oh, I’m Y/N” they smiled and bowed to him.

“I’m Foolish” He copied their little bow, still amused by them.

“Your Foolish” Y/N marveled, eyes brightening.

“You’ve heard of me?” He asked, taking a bite out of the bread.

“Oh” Y/N jumped, “Yes, um- ya…”

“Who told you about me?” He asked

“Oh um” Y/N waved their hand, trying to brush it off, “just a person”

“Well, I’d hope you’d hear it from a person” Foolish laughed from his gut.

Y/N found themselves drawn into laughter from it.

“I just saw what you are building and all the lights, and was told it was you” Y/N told him, “That’s why I’m out here, I wanted to come see”

“Well, I’d take you to see, but-” Foolish trailed off.

“But?” Y/N bit their lip, nerves setting in.

“But, there is still a ways to go through the sand, I don’t know if you can handle it” His lips curled at them, waiting to see how they'd react.

“Oh, I’ll be fine” Y/N waves him off, walking ahead.

***

“Are you admiring my work or has the sand finally got to you?” Foolish chuckled.

Foolish found himself growing anxious waiting for their answer, he couldn’t really pin down why.

Their sudden spin to face him made the demi-god jump, laughing it off as Y/N giggled and smiled at him.

“It’s all beautiful, you are a wonderful builder” Y/N gushed.

Foolish thanked them.

Y/N lowered their voice and Foolish noted the way they bit their lip while asking, “May I go take a closer look at everything?”

“Of course” Foolish beams with them.

He holds out his arm, and Y/N just tilts their head at the gesture.

“You don’t have to take it” Foolish speaks softly

“Oh no” Y/N quickly links an arm with him, “I will, sorry”

“You don’t have to be sorry” Foolish laughs at them lightheartedly, “to be honest you are one of the nicest people I think I’ve met on the server”

“Oh” Y/N blushes, “thank you”

Eventually, Y/N finds themself standing on the hand of their father’s likeness with Foolish. They look in awe over the horizon and the build Foolish has put so much effort into.

The two spoke of many things, Y/N found themselves enjoying the server far more than they thought. They wanted to see more, wanted to see the build when it was done, wanted to help Foolish.

It did not dawn on Y/N how long it had been until Foolish asked if they knew anyone else on the server, if they had any friends…

“Oh No!” Y/N jumped up and quickly scaled down the scaffolding, Foolish following.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I have to go - I lost track of time” Y/N gave a sincere look to Foolish as they retreated back toward the swamp.

“Will you come back?” Foolish asked, “Will I see you again?”

Y/N continued walking, the words he spoke made them want to stop, but they pushed on, pretending they didn’t hear what he said.

They had to get back to Slime.

***

Slime had explored all he wanted, he visited the other slime…he didn’t like them as much as he thought…couldn't hold a conversation very well.

He wandered here and there, always staying close to the tree Y/N said to meet at.

He was never good at time and how it worked, but it seemed like the time he and Y/N should be heading back. He thought maybe he was wrong, or maybe Y/N got distracted by everything, that was very like them.

Slime decided to head toward the sand, that’s where he knew the lights to be.

After much walking Slime saw many lights in the distance, the kind that would definitely leave Y/N with a smile on their face.

‘This must be the place’ Slime thought to himself and marched on.

He walked around, past a fountain and some tall buildings, until he heard someone. It startled him, Y/N said to try and steer clear of people. Slime hurried inside a building and listened to what the person was saying - perhaps this was a friend, someone he could trust like Y/N.

***

“SLIME!” Y/N yelled into the night once again with no avail.

“Slime” they whimpered, dropping to their knees, “father was right…”

Y/N thought of Slime, of their father.

“I can’t go back” they shook off their tears and got to their feet, they couldn’t leave Slime…couldn’t go back to father and tell him everything that happened.

Y/N looked to the tree she told Slime to meet her at, they’ll just stay here. If Slime came back, they’d be here.

Y/N quickly used the limited creative abilities they had to turn the tree into a home.

They sit inside alone watching as the morning sun is dimmed by the vicious thunder storm that rages throughout the day.

***

“Who are you?!”

“I am Slime, and you are Quackity from Las Nevadas” he spoke with a smile, “Y/N doesn’t like you Quackity from Las Nevadas”

“Who’s Y/N?”

“Oh no one - they are human like us, yes, just like us and they are no one” Slime speaks, still gleeful.

“Why don’t they like me?” Quackity asks.

“They don’t like fighting or lying or gambling or-”

“I get it” Quackity cuts the strange being off.

“Did they send you to spy on me?” He asks.

“No” Slime’s face falls downturned for the first time, “I lost them, I don’t know where they are”

Quackity thinks over his options, “You can stay with me, if you’d like…Slime”

***

Y/N waits faithfully at the tree for days before venturing outside again.

They found themselves going to Foolish’s build again, not for the statue of their father or the lights, but for him. They needed a friend and Foolish felt like just that.

When Y/N reached the edge of the wood, where the dreaded sand began, she found a small path of grass leading straight through the sand. Their head tilted and their feet moved to follow it.

“You came back!” A voice cheered, when Y/N found that the path led to Foolish’s build.

Foolish bounced over to them, a smile on his face, “I made the grass path hoping it would make you more inclined to come back to visit”

“It worked” Y/N giggled along with him.

“Are you building?” Y/N asked, looking at the block in his hand.

“Oh yes, that’s ok though” Foolish tried to brush off.

“Do you want help?” Y/N asked.

“Really?” Foolish beams

“Ya, of course, just tell me what to do” Y/N smiled and listened intently to what Foolish said.

Y/N spent the whole day helping Foolish, and everyday following. Everyday Y/N would travel to Foolish and help him build, or collect material or just hang out.

***

“You are running out of time Foolish, Sapnap knows about the book, and now so do you”

Y/N jumped at the voice and darted back around the corner, their heart pumping in their chest.

They collected themselves before coming around the corner to talk to Foolish.

“Who was that?” Y/N asked innocently.

“Oh, you heard?” Foolish looked nervous.

“No, I didn’t hear anything specifically, but that voice is hard to miss” Y/N giggled.

They watched Foolish relax, “Ya he can be hard to understand, that was DreamXD, he is the God we are building the statue for - can’t believe I never mentioned it before”

“It's ok, I was just happy to help” Y/N pauses, “what did he want?”

“Oh, umm” Foolish stuttered, he looked Y/N over before telling them everything, “He told me about this death book, I owe him a debt is all - nothing you have to worry about. He just told me how the book could help and that someone else on the server knows about it”

“Oh, I see” Y/N chest falls, heart feeling heavy.

“It’s ok though, it’s nothing” Foolish tried to calm them.

Y/N smiled and brushed it off, “Ok, If you say so, I trust you”

“I trust you too,” Foolish spoke softly.

***

That night Y/N went off into the woods, deep and far from anyone. It needed to be hard to find. They thought about giving it to him, but they knew nothing good came from the book.

They hid it in a chest and left it there, in the middle of nowhere, praying no one would find it and no one would know that they knew where it was…knew it was given to them to watch over.

As Y/N left their perfectly found hiding spot, someone else laid in the dark, outside their view. That someone crept up after Y/N and took the book.

***

“Foolish…” an ominous voice calls out.

“Oh, hey XD” Foolish abandons his building to speak with the God.

“I have some news for you Foolish…I don’t think you’ll like it”

“What is it?” Foolish shoulders drop.

“Sapnap has the book, he found it”

“Oh..I see,” Foolish says.

“Ya, so…miiight wanna keep an eye on him, who knows what he’ll do with a powerful book like that” XD speaks with little care for the worried demi-god before him.

“You think Sapnap would use the book on me?” Foolish questions.

XD shrugs, “who knows really, but it’s not…unlikely”

Foolish stands there, thinking of what he might do now.

“Well, that’s it - oh wait, no, there is one more thing, your..friend…Y/N” XD pauses as Foolish turns to look at him, “they knew about the book”

With that XD is gone.

***

Foolish watches Y/N work, watches wondering and trying to build the courage to ask them about the book.

“What's Up?” Y/N startles him.

“Oh! Um” Foolish nubs the back of his neck, “I have a question for you”.

“Okay” Y/N smiles.

“XD came back again” Foolish says

“Oh..” Y/N trails, “what did he have to say?”

“He told me Sapnap has the death book…and that you knew about it” Foolish tells them.

Y/N stands there, mouth agape.

“Foolish-I…I’m sorry..I did - I don’t think the book is any good…nothing good comes from the book”

Foolish watches them quietly before speaking, “I’m not mad at you, I just wanted to know more”

Y/N meets Foolish’s eyes and they both break into wide smiles.

“I trust you,” Foolish adds.

Y/N launches forward and hugs Foolish, who willingly wraps his arms around them.

“I trust you too” Y/N mumbles into his chest.

***

That night, Y/N went into Kinoko Kingdom and stole the book back.

Much to their efforts, Sapnap knew when he woke up to the book gone that it must have been Y/N - that there was more to them then being Foolish’s new little friend and he was going to find out what it was.

Sapnap wasn’t going to do it without help, he needed someone he trusts and someone who would be interested in using the book with him.

Sapnap stood at the glowing gates of Las Nevadas, thinking over his plan…he needed him - Quackity would help him.

***

“Foolish”

“Your back again, this is the most you’ve ever come to talk to me XD” Foolish noted.

“Well, there is a lot going on, and I really only came here to say that, you don’t have to worry about Sapnap anymore”

“Oh?” Foolish’s brow quirked.

“Yes, Sapnap stole the book and, well, someone stole it back - someone you do not have to worry about” XD circled him, “they would never use it on you, much too close to you…”

“Who?” Foolish asks.

XD hums, “let’s just say you… trust them”

XD left, leaving Foolish alone with his thoughts.

Surely Y/N had a good reason, Foolish thought.

They hated the book, if they didn’t want him using it, then they wouldn’t like anyone using it..

Foolish looked over his shoulder at the gardens he was building. He wasn’t changing his plans, no matter what XD was up to. He trusted Y/N, he lo-...he cared for them too much to not trust they had good reason to be so protective over the book.

***

“Y/N!” Foolish beamed at them.

“Foolish” Y/N smiled back.

“I have a surprise for you, meet me by the garden entrance tonight” Foolish tells them.

“I finally get to see the gardens?” Y/N glows with excitement.

Foolish smiles down at them softly, “ya, and more”

Y/N’s nose scrunches, “now you’re teasing me, what is there you’ve been building besides the gardens?”

“You’ll have to wait and see” Foolish chuckles.

***

That night Y/N went to the garden entrance and waited, like Foolish had asked.

“Well, well, I finally find you alone here” the ominous voice of their father makes them jump.

They fumble for words.

“You can’t think of anything - speechless because I was right” DreamXD circles around their child.

“What?” y/n’s brow furrows.

“Foolish is after the book…and he knows you have it. Oh, you didn’t know he knew, how naive - you think he’s been nice to you for the fun of it?” DreamXD stands at the base of the statue Foolish built for him and yet somehow casts a bigger shadow still.

“I-I think he likes me” y/n stutters.

“Likes you!?” DreamXD quips, “ha! Please y/n thats demented” the God steps closer, “this is why should have never left - this romance you invented just proves you are too naive to have joined the server”

DreamXD takes a step back, “just look at you, you think he’s impressed?”

Y/N turns away from their father, eyes watering, arms crossing in self comfort.

“Don’t be a dummy, come home” he holds out a hand, “...you’ve already lost Slime, do you really want to see what else could go wrong?”

Their form shakes, finding anger in their pain, “NO!” Y/N turns and shouts in their father’s face.

DreamXD’s face falls, hand twitches at the outburst, “no?”

DreamXD’s jaw locks, hand drops “Ooh, I see how it is”

Suddenly the world falls away, sky clouding, an infinite darkness of the End sky surrounding them, father nowhere in sight.

“Y/N knows best” their father pops out from the dark, no matter where they turn no matter where they look, he’s there. It makes them dizzy.

“Y/N is so mature now, such a clever grown up know it all”

Y/N spins trying to find their father, where he will be next.

“Fine if you’re so sure now, go ahead and give him this' ' in an instant the book is in DreamXD’s hand.

“This is why he’s here! Don’t let him deceive you. Give it to him, watch, you’ll see!” Their father’s form looms over them, they have never felt this small, not since their creation.

“Trust me y/n” there is a lightning strike next to them, “thats how fast he’ll leave you”

“It’s because of you! It’s your fault he’s after the book” y/n screams up at their father

DreamXD comes down to their size, “if he’s such a dreamboat, go ahead and put him to the test, prove me wrong”

Y/N grabs the book from their father’s grasp, but DreamXD doesn’t let go, only pulls them in closer, “if he’s lying, don’t come crying back to me”

With that, y/n is back standing alone at the base of their father’s statue, book in hand, thunder and lightning raging up above them.

“Ah, Y/N”

Y/N jumps spinning to face the voice, they sigh in relief when they see who it is, “Sam Nook, you scared me”

“Terribly sorry Y/N, Foolish was worried, his apologies he is running late, but if you’d follow me he has something to show you”

“Oh..ok” Y/N hesitates, but follows Sam Nook to the gardens.

“Wait here, Foolish will be here any moment, goodbye Y/N” Sam Nook says his polite goodbye, before wandering off.

The wait is sickening, being alone is the last thing Y/N wants, they do not want to see their father again by any chance or happenstance.

“Y/N!” Foolish’s gleeful voice cuts through Y/N worried thoughts.

They smile, his attitude brightening theirs, “Foolish”.

“Common, I have something to show you” he takes y/n’s hand and begins to lead them through a garden, “It took a little longer than expected” he laughed nervously.

He stops, standing in front of y/n, and looks at them expectantly before sidestepping to direct their attention to what was behind him.

Y/N’s face lights up, eyes wide, mouth open but speechless for a moment.

“You rebuilt my tree” y/n takes a light step forward toward the familiar building, looking over their shoulder at Foolish.

“Ya, well - uh” Foolish rubs the back of his neck, “you said you were kinda lonely out there in the marsh and well you are here almost everyday, so I figured - why not!”

Foolish takes large steps forward to stand with them, “and look no sand in sight”.

y/n giggles, “I have noticed, it’s all so perfect”.

y/n gets lost looking around, at the flowers, the lanterns added all around their tree. As they wander, their eyes begin to water, the book sitting in their inventory feeling heavy.

Foolish watches y/n in awe, watching them admire his work - they were as bright as the lanterns that surrounded them, to him.

Foolish silently walked forward, taking deep breaths, building up courage.

“y/n, I-” Foolish is cut off by y/n spinning around and thrusting the death book into his hands.

“Take it” their eyes are watery and Foolish’s heart breaks, “you need it”

He places the book down, “no, no I don’t want - this is not what all this is about” he gently takes their shoulders and makes them look at him.

He holds their gaze, trying to make them see he meant it, with all his being.

“Let’s look around more, there is so much to show you” Foolish wipes the tears from their cheeks before taking their hand to lead them inside.

Just as Foolish is showing y/n the books collected for them, he heard something, something he did not want to hear right now.

“Foolish…”

“XD?” Foolish’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Foolish, you are running out of time..come see me Foolish…”

“Is everything ok?” y/n soft voice snaps Foolish out of his head, and he realizes they can’t hear XD.

Foolish stammers, eyes locking on the half open door y/n stood by, his eyes flickering over the two beds inside, he shakes himself out of it, “yes, Yes! I um just think I hear Sam, he is building something for me and I think - I think I should go check on him”

Foolish walks forward and closes the door, “don’t do too much snooping without me” he smiles.

y/n laughs, “I’ll do my best”

Foolish goes to the front door, he hesitates and looks back at y/n

“FOOLISH!”

Foolish goes outside and finds XD, who waits for him just outside the garden gates.

“Leave me alone, can’t we do this later” Foolish stomps over to the God, “I’ll pay back the lives I owe you”

“You could just do it right now” XD holds up the death book.

“How did - I don’t need your stupid book, I can repay you without it and without involving y/n” Foolish huffs.

“Ooohhhh, they are already far more involved than you think…Foooolissshhh”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You can ask them yourself, once you write some names - even one - in this book” XD thrusts the book into Foolish’s hands.

Foolish looks down at the open book, then back up at the God in anger.

“Just write some names common, just write some - it’ll all be over then, come on do it…do it..do it…do it”

“Foolish?” y/n quivered voice makes Foolish’s angered face fall limp.

He turns to them, XD gone into thin air, “y/n”

“You did just want the book” y/n face contorts in pain.

“No” Foolish realizes the book is still in his hands, he drops it like it is plagued.

“y/n, no - I didn’t” Foolish tries to go up to them, but they push past him.

“You don’t care about me at all” y/n cries, running away from him.

“No, Y/n! No! Please!” Foolish tries to catch them, but they are faster.

He stops in fatigue and watches them go until he cannot see them any longer, and even then he watches the distance.

***

Y/N falls to their knees in the wet mud by their home, they ran for as long as they could.

“There you are, we were wondering if you’d ever come home” A voice taunts from the darkness.

Two men step out, looming over Y/N.

Y/N stands slowly, the cold steel in their hands glimmering in the moonlight, “what do you want?”

“Do you know who I am? Who we are?” one asks.

“You..” Y/N stops themself.

“Go ahead, you know don’t you”

“You are Sapnap of Kinoko Kingdom and you are Quackity of Las Nevadas” Y/N sighs, hands shaking.

“Right, and you stole the book back - why is it so important to you?” Sapnap asks, both stepping closer to Y/N.

“It’s not” Y/N shakes their head.

“Oh, good - then you can give it to us,” Sapnap says.

“I don’t have it” Y/N’s voice shakes, as their swords now point at them.

“I think you do” Sapnap snaps back at them.

“I don’t” Y/N pleads.

“Well there is only one way to find out for sure, since we can’t trust you” Sapnap's voice is dark.

The two men launch at Y/N who breaks into a run, praying the direction they chose leads to help. They prayed they were running back to Foolish, now wishing they never left.

Y/N prayers were answered, as they pushed through the sand and came upon the lights they loved so much.

“FOOLISH!” Y/N screamed, as they pushed on.

Foolish exited the gardens, just in time to see Sapnap let an arrow loose at Y/N, hitting them in the shoulder.

“Y/N!” Foolish ran, he ran and attacked Sapnap back.

Y/N crawled away, tried desperately to get away from the violence.

Quackity stalked over to them, he put his blade by their face.

“Slime wouldn’t want this” Y/N pleads crying to him.

“What did you say?” Quackity fumes.

“Slime loved you, you were his best friend” Y/N sobs, “I’m so sorry he was killed, but he wouldn’t want this for you…for us..please”

“How do you…” Quackity’s voice shakes

Quackity is interrupted by Foolish driving his sword through him.

Y/N whimpers as Quackity drops dead.

“Are you ok?” Foolish leans down in front of Y/N, cupping their face to make them look at him.

“I-” Y/N is stopped by lightning striking and thunder rumbling.

“Well isn’t this a mess” XD speaks slowly walking over to them.

“XD-” Foolish is cut off.

“Your debt is paid” XD motions to Sapnap and Quackity.

“You are a stubborn child” XD says ignoring the confused Foolish.

“I get it from you” Y/N replies weakly with a smile.

“Hmm” XD huffs.

Then, as always, he is gone.

“Foolish” Y/N turns his attention to them.

“How, what?” Foolish stutters, seeing Y/N healed.

“XD is my father” Y/N tells him.

Foolish nods silently, “right, ok - ya…that explains so much”

Y/N chuckles and Foolish joins in with them.

“You never got to see the rest of the garden” Foolish speaks, still holding Y/N in his arms.

“Show me now” Y/N smiles.

“Of course” Foolish helps them stand and guides them, hand in hand, to the garden and the tree and everything life had to hold for them now that they had nothing to hide from or keep in secret.

#dream smp #dream smp imagine #c!foolish #foolish gamers #foolish x reader #foolish imagine #quackity #sapnap #dreamwastaken #charlie slimecicle #tangled #gender neutral y/n

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rutadales · 1 year

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a clip that permanently altered my brain chemistry was when cfoolish took off his armor and jumped off the statue to attack bad like his pussy is huge

#it was the march 18th 2022 stream if anyone is curious #I don't have a clip tho bc my pussy is not huge #root talks #c!foolish #Something about just being so done with Bad's bullshit #that he was like 'yeah alright now I'm using this god given power to kick your annoying little ass'#and taking OFF his armor like are u shitting me. That's so hot #This is why I deserved cfoolish getting revenge on quackity like can you FUCKING imagine

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ladyddanger · 2 years

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😭 could i perhaps get Loanshark Duo?

Anything for you. 😭= a shoulder to cry on

Quackity had been pacing the private lounge he was hidden in for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Pacing was only way he could convince himself he wasn’t back there, seeing the yellow patterned wallpaper and feeling the carpet under his feet. It was too cold and he was too hot, too dizzy, too fucking drunk to deal with this right now. He never should have started a casino. Why the fuck did he ever think it was a good idea? Quackity had an addictive personality especially for things that hurt him. Of course he would get drunk. Getting drunk at his own casino surrounded by strangers was pathetic at best and unforgivably stupid at worst. What if someone killed him? It wasn’t like Quackity could stop them. Quackity slumped to the ground because the world was spinning too fast for him to balance. He hated being drunk. It just made him think of dark hallways and cleaning fluids and the feeling of taking too much Advil all at once to make through the next twelve hours of meetings.

“Quackity.” He flinched hard before recognizing the voice. “Foolish? The fuck are you doing here?” The god frowned stepping in the tiny room and shutting the door. “You asked me to come.” At Quackity’s blank look he added. “You texted me and you said quote: get her (I assume you meant here) now you freakishly tall bitch. And then you said I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that I’m sorry it’s just really tough being hot and sad pls die. Sad face, five exclamation points.

Quackity buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, fuck I’m going to throw up.” Foolish handed him a trash can from somewhere but Quackity waved it off. “I’m sorry, I’m not mean. I didn’t mean it. You’re not a bitch, you’re not my bitch Foolish. I respect you I promise, I’m not a mean drunk, I’m not, I swear to god..” his voice broke into tears. Thick and salty they stung his lips and the wounds he bit in them in a pathetic effort to stay in present. “I’m like him. Fuck.” A gaint hand came down his head. Foolish patted him awkwardly. “There there. Eventually you’ll die and everyone will forget the embarrassing things you did.” Quackity cried more at that. Without really thinking he buried his head into the others shoulder and sobbed.

#i hope you like this #and that you weren’t hoping for fluff #tbh the only time I could imagine c!Q letting himself be venerable without it being ooc was if he was fucking wasted #so here you go #as always feel free to ask questions #c!Foolish very awkward he gets a text and comes to find his boss drunk and sobbing having flashbacks #c!quackity #c!foolish #c!loanshark duo #tw! drinking #tw! past trauma

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sunshinescribes · 7 months

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The House Always Wins

Part 2 of this fic

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+)

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, (lowkey) Sugar Daddy Crocodile, Crocodile is smug and petty

(edit: realized the original artwork was fanart and I couldn't find the artist's @ to credit them, so I changed it)

Crocodile doesn’t know what to expect when he wanders onto the casino floor of Rain Dinners in search of you. Slot machines chime, playing a catchy little tune with each pull of the lever. Dealers grin and offer words of encouragement, coaxing big-eyed fools into another game with the sweet promise of lady luck’s favor.

You don’t usually partake in gambling, not keen on the idea of betting away your berries when you know it’s all rigged—and why would you even need to? You never ask for anything, but Crocodile provides. Spoils you even.

He enjoys watching the way your eyes get all big, stunned by the diamond necklace he places around your neck, or the soft gasp that passes your lips when he gifts silk charmeuse and chiffon dresses, designed, and tailored just for you.

Crocodile continues to seek you out, his sharp eyes flitting between the slot machines and card tables. He ignores the curious and lingering looks targeted at him—the smartly dressed patrons who vie for his attention as he continues to search—and then he hears it.

Your laugh, loud and beautiful—music to his fucking ears. He turns.

Crocodile doesn’t expect to see you at the bar, perched on a stool, leaning into a man he doesn’t recognize. Your hand is on his slender arm, your lips pulled into a pretty smile, and laughter escapes again—so lovely and genuine and for someone else.

The man grins at you sheepishly, transfixed on your mouth. It’s so blatant—barely contained, the way he’s staring at you with a mix of adoration and lust.

You must feel Crocodile’s eyes on you because you glance over your shoulder suddenly. Your smile widens, and you exchange a quick word with the mysterious man before hopping down from your seat.

Crocodile is silent as you approach, stone-faced. You grab his arm with both hands and tilt your head towards the man, all while smiling up at him.

“I want you to meet my friend,” you say excitedly, steering him towards the bar.

Crocodile doesn’t catch the name that rolls off your tongue—he can’t seem to hear anything over the sudden ringing in his ears, so sharp it drowns out the sounds of the jingling slot machines and triumphant cheers of those foolish enough to think they’re the winners.

The fond smile that plays on the mystery man’s lip never falls, but Crocodile notices the sudden unease as the man’s eyes land on him. The imposing height, the cold, almost irritated expression he comfortably wears—the golden hook that glints under the blinding casino lights. It’s enough to strike fear in the heart of anyone smart enough to value their life.

And the man is a small thing—average in every sense of the word, Crocodile thinks. The plain clothes, the nervous, uncertain words that stumble from his mouth as he tries to introduce himself. Crocodile doesn’t feign interest—he barely even acknowledges your friend, and that only serves to add to his anxiety.

If it wasn’t for the pitiful look you shoot him, Crocodile would laugh at just how pathetic this man is.

“We both grew up in Coombe,” you explain, glancing back at the mystery man. “I never thought you’d leave the North Blue.”

He must take your surprise as a compliment because he gives you another bashful smile.

“I didn’t either. Guess I finally figured if you could do it, so could I,” he chuckles softly. “Imagine my shock when I saw you here, of all places.”

“Small world,” Crocodile chimes in dryly, drawing your friend’s attention once more.

Crocodile places a hand on your hip, drawing you a little closer to him.“She never mentions much about her home in the North Blue.”

And she never mentioned you. The insult is unspoken, so subtle that he thinks even you don’t catch it.

But it’s also true. You rarely spoke about the North Blue—of the life you had before you entered the Grand Line and ended up in Alabasta. You never mused over an island you once called home, or a lovesick, hairbrained boy you left on it, and Crocodile doesn’t pry. He isn’t particularly interested in knowing, truth be told. He only cares about the life you have now, with him.

The man goes on an excited tirade about how beautiful Coombe is this time of year, about how you used to love the new bloom after winter finally passed, and all the fun you both had in your youth. He can’t help but reminisce, tries to connect with you in the only way he’s able.

“You should visit when you can. Uh—you both should.”

You pretend to consider it, and Crocodile gives little more than an unaffected grunt.

You inquire how long he’ll be staying and recommend shops and restaurants he must visit before leaving. He shamelessly seeks more of your company—your attention—and asks if you could possibly give him a tour.

You promise to check your schedule and follow up, and he beams as if he’s won an invaluable prize. Crocodile’s irritation grows—twists and festers the longer he stands by your side, little more than an onlooker. His frustration isn’t directed at you—you’ve always been friendly, offering a smile where he would surely offer a sneer, but it doesn’t stop his grip from tightening on your hip.

You notice, finally excusing yourself. The man gives you both a soft goodbye, one that Crocodile ignores completely as he whisks you away, and he can’t help the way his lips pull into a smug grin at the quick glimpse of the dejected look on his face. It must hurt him to see you walk away in the arms of another—to know the golden opportunity he thought the world had provided him never existed at all.

“You didn’t like him.”

It’s the first thing you say when you enter Crocodile’s private suite, disappointment dripping in your voice. You weren’t foolish enough to think he would be thrilled, but you thought Crocodile would at least be amicable.

He shrugs his coat off, placing it on the coat hanger near the door. “He was shameless.”

Your brows furrow, your lips pull into a slight frown…You don’t know? It takes Crocodile by surprise; surely you must. The man is far too obvious; his intentions are impossible to mask.

“He would have taken you right there on the bar if you had let him,” Crocodile scoffs.

You blink, dumbfounded.

“Gage?”

So that’s his name.

Your voice comes out in a high-pitched squeak, taken aback by the sudden accusation. “He doesn’t want to fuck me.”

Crocodile gives a mirthless laugh. You’re so sweet. So naïve. Always offering others the benefit of the doubt.

Crocodile recognized the hunger in his eyes—the longing. He suspects this friend of yours has harped on you for a long time, never quite brave enough to take the chance.

Not even now. By some miracle, he survived the Grand Line, and he still can’t brave his own futile emotions. Crocodile isn’t sure whether to laugh at how spineless the man is or burn with anger at how he even thinks he has any chance of having you.

The dark, ravenous part of him takes high offense.

Crocodile comes up behind you and dwarfs you with his body as his decorated hand cradles your jaw. “Course he does. Look at you.”

He tilts your head, forces you to face the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. You try to focus on your own reflection, but you can’t help but watch Crocodile when he dips down, pressing a tender kiss to your neck, all while his half-lidded eyes hold your gaze.

“Maybe I should invite him to our room so he can watch me fuck you,” he murmurs against your skin.

You shiver, nearly stumble out of his grasp as his lips trail higher.

“Don’t be cruel...”

Cruel? His offer would be courteous. It would be the closest your lovestruck friend would ever get to your naked form. The only way he would ever know what you sound and look like at the height of your pleasure—how perfect you are, stuffed and babbling through your orgasm.

The cruel thing would be what he truly wants to do—to use his devil fruit powers to turn the man into a withering corpse, forgotten in the endless sand dunes.

“Would you rather he joined?” Crocodile inquiries plainly.

He attempts to come off unaffected…curious, but the wicked voice in the back of his mind nags at him, hisses about feelings that could have been, and still may be.

The man matches your gentle nature, and is somewhat competent, at least to have made it this far from the North Blue. He’s the kind of man who would kneel at your feet if you asked, worship you as if it were his sole purpose—he’d give you a typical life, picturesque in its simplicity, and you would be content.

The thought makes something vicious twist in his gut. It makes time stand still as Crocodile awaits your answer.

“No.” You shake your head softly, meeting his cold eyes in the mirror. “I’ve never thought about him like…that.”

Of course not. What would you want with a sniveling worm? How could you go back to mediocrity after everything that’s been offered to you? The attention of a warlord of the sea—the savior of Alabasta. How could anyone else ever compare?

It’s pathetic how the gluttonous beast inside of Crocodile settles and hums contentedly, knowing that you only want him.

And maybe this is your power he couldn’t recognize before, why he was so unnerved in the beginning—this ability to effortlessly turn sensible men foolish. Even him.

“Only want you.” You turn, your soft eyes trained on him. “Always want you.”

Crocodile captures your lips as the words escape, and you melt into him—mold your body into his until he is all you sense. The heady scent of his sweet cigars mixes with hints of patchouli and cedar—his cologne—it lingers on his fitted clothes, drawing you deeper into his searing kiss.

You feel the bend of his golden hook press into the curve of your back, forcing you to curl into him as he parts your lips with his tongue. You’re caught in a pleasant haze, lightheaded, while Crocodile kisses you like he’s claiming your mouth, making sure that your lips never forget the feel and taste of him—that they never desire another’s.

Crocodile lifts you from the ground effortlessly with his ringed hand, still kissing you hungrily as he shifts blindly through his suite, knowing the layout well enough to stumble into his lavish bedroom. He parts from you with a low groan.

“Lay down,” he orders against your lips, and you comply, sinking into the soft mattress while he looms over you.

The ache you feel in your core blossoms—hurts so good from how desperately you want him—to be wrecked and teary-eyed and a mess for him.

You even go as far as to whine when you notice Crocodile isn’t working to free the fierce erection that strains his dress pants, eager to be lost in your warmth.

“None of that,” Crocodile tuts coyly, lowering to his knees near the foot of the bed. His large hand skims up the length of your thigh, pushing up your dress until it is bunched around your waist, and he can see the evidence of your arousal staining your thin lingerie—another gift.

That creature inside of him purrs gleefully, proud of how well he turns you into a spectacle—a gift of his own to admire and unravel again and again.

Crocodile tugs your panties down your legs, tossing it aside carelessly as his hooded eyes catch on your bare pussy, already slick and ready for him. A deep, guttural noise catches in his throat as you part your legs—eagerly welcome him where he belongs.

“I bet he wonders what you taste like…” Crocodile muses, leaning into your aching slit. A soft gasp passes your lips when you feel the heat of his mouth on your needy cunt, tending to the ache his salacious words and desperate kisses created.

There are rare moments when Crocodile takes you apart slowly, his movements languid and measured, bringing you to the height of your pleasure at an agonizing pace, only to rip it away just when you begin to tip over the edge. And then he continues the process again and again. He leaves you delirious on days like that, wasting the hours away with your body—and perhaps today would be a day such as that if he didn’t feel he had something to prove.

If the desire to plague your every thought didn’t control him like a cruel master.

Your soft whimpers turn to shameless, needy moans, light and airy but loud enough to satisfy the wicked parts of him.

“S’good,” you whine drunkenly, your hips bucking instinctively when Crocodile’s lips latch onto your neglected clit. Your fingers thread into his long hair, pull him even closer, and he groans—it makes you arch painfully as the feel of it cascades through your body and tickles your aching nub.

Each swipe of his talented tongue pushes you closer, making the heat that pools in your stomach metastasize until you’re chanting his name, so close and ready to reward him.

He squeezes your clit with his mouth, sucks your aching bud, and you’re gone—shoved over the edge as pure hot pleasure rips through you, flows from between your legs, and Crocodile laps up your sweetness like a starved man.

You glance down at him through your lashes, eyes heavy, body slowly recovering. Crocodile pulls away from your pretty pussy with a sigh, as if he’s sad to part, and the idea alone makes your core ache with newfound need.

“Always so sweet for me.”

Your release smears his chin. It makes him look depraved and delicious. If you had the energy for it, you’d lift from your spot on the bed and kiss him. Feel the taste of yourself on his tongue, but all you can do is watch him with tired eyes as he rids himself of his clothes, tosses his lavish vest and dress shirt aside haphazardly.

His pants are the last thing to go, and you watched as if caught in a spell, buzzing with anticipation as he palms his hard dick. It’s so pretty, with the tip blushing and spilling precum that glides onto his thick fingers. Crocodile smirks, amused by the enchanted look in your eyes.

“This what you want, darling?” he asks, giving his dick a rough tug that warrants a delighted hiss. You nod—nearly sob—as you continue to watch Crocodile’s hand rub up and down the length of his lovely cock. You feel so empty—the desire to be filled in a way only he’s capable of taking precedence in your mind.

“Tell me,” Crocodile encourages as he shifts to the bed, his large frame casting you in shadows as he hovers over you. That smug smile still plays at his lips and only grows crueler as he grinds his hard length against your needy cunt.

“N-need you. Fuck—need you so—so bad. Baby please—”

The request sounds pathetic, even to your own ears, but it must be exactly what Crocodile wants to hear because he sinks into you the second the term of endearment passes your lips.

A deep grunt rips from his throat and tickles your ear pleasantly as Crocodile drags his fat cock deeper into you. You’re so warm and wet and snug, your velvety walls hugging him like this is where he belongs—where he should always be.

And he’ll admit, there’s no better place than here, between your legs. No better feeling in the whole fucking world—not even the sweet giddiness that builds inside of him each passing day as the fall of the Alabasta Kingdom draws closer. Having you writhing beneath him, breathless and lovely, is incomparable—a sensation he never tires of.

“Always take me so—mmm…well,” Crocodile rasps, transfixed on how your sloppy cunt swallows him over and over and over again. It makes him fuck you harder; drive even deeper. “This pussy was made for me. You were made for me.”

And he thinks perhaps it’s the most honest thing he’s ever said to you. Uncertainty still stirs within him—dread lingers in the corner of his mind, silent and waiting, because you complicate everything. You’re the only person who can placate the ravenous creature within him, feeding its insatiable appetite without it ever growing incurious. It wants everything you have to offer—can’t conceive of feeding from anyone who isn’t you. Not anymore.

Never.

Crocodile pushes your thighs close to your chest, drives his dick even deeper as he continues to pound into you. The sound of his powerful thrusts and your tortured moans is a beautiful symphony, lovelier than the melodic sounds of the stirring sand at dawn.

You have that lost, blissed-out look in your eyes as you blink up at him, words completely evading you as he uses you.

How could your foolish friend ever even dream of having you like this? Think he could possibly do to you what Crocodile has done?

Crocodile feels equally as hopeless as you—is incapable of thinking clearly because a confession he knows he should swallow pours from his lips without warning.

“I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” he growls, digging the tip of his hook into the mattress, inches away from your head.

You should be…shocked. Unnerved by such a confession. Crocodile doesn’t pretend to be a saint, but he never mutters his murderous intent. He hides behind practiced indifference; let’s others paint a glorious picture of him, never revealing his true nature. You attempt to feign shock for a split second, but you can’t help the way your pussy clenches around him and goes mad at his declaration—some depraved, feral part of you stirring to life.

And the knowledge that a part of you likes this fucked up part of him must awaken something in him, because his thrusts grow brutal, his balls slap against your ass as he fucks you into the mattress like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance to. Crocodile hits deeper, the head of his throbbing dick brushing against that sweet, spongey spot inside of you, and you’re gone before you can even warn him.

You choke out something that sounds like it could be his name, tears trickling down your cheeks as you come so violently that your breath stutters. You shake through your orgasm, squirm beneath Crocodile while he fucks you through it—watching you come apart with wicked fascination and unbridled lust.

He loves how he wrecks you—how you hold onto him for dear life, as if he might slip away.

He’s ruined you, just like you’ve ruined him.

The thought alone is the final push he needs, make his dick throb violently as he explodes inside of you and fills you up the way he knows you crave—the way your perfect pussy deserves. The squelch of his seed mixing with your sweetness is enough to drive him mad. Makes him want to fuck another load into you.

Maybe in a bit, he considers as he rocks his hips sluggishly, riding out the sweet aftershock of his powerful orgasm.

You’re little more than a quivering mess under him. Your eyes are closed, your breathing is ragged…so so beautiful, and Crocodile doesn’t frighten at the tender feeling that blossoms in his chest—a sudden warmth that takes him by surprise yet seems to make all the sense in the world as he stares down at you, all while a pleasant thought crosses his twisted mind.

What’s the harm?

Why shouldn’t I revel in what’s mine?

divider credit @/cafekitsune

#sunny.fic #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x y/n #crocodile x reader #crocodile x you #sir crocodile smut #x reader

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draconic-desire · 9 days

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THE NAIVE DARLINGGGG

I can imagine darling crying into Sunday.. at first refusing going to home, expressing her insecurities. So when Sunday drags her back, she just pleads with Sunday. All darling wants to to serve at least some purpose to Sundays life. She begs Sunday to let her cook for him .. or in her sobbing fit shr muttered how even having Sundays baby would serve some usefullness.. Darling didnt want to seem like a burden to Sunday..

At the mention of babies, Sunday gets the idea of how sweet little children will tie darling to him forever

The baby will come out a lil skrunkly , in a cite way of course <3 a fat plump baby who looks like a dumpling with chicken wings attached to the back of its ear :"(

sunday would 1000% babytrap his darling at some point, you cannot convince me otherwise. but if YOU came to HIM about it? girl bye you’re done for

Yan!Sunday x Fem!Reader

warning: nsfw thoughts from sunday, mentions of pregnancy

After Sunday leads you back home, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to spiral again.

Walking through the halls of the spacious pavilion, eying the grandeur that is Sunday’s home, pondering his status as the head of the Family…you start to wonder what you bring to the table.

He claims he loves you, that you are unique and irreplaceable, but what does that really mean? You have no money, wealth, or fame, no notable skills that could contribute to the Oak Family lineage.

Well, except…

Your hand falls to your abdomen. It’s something Sunday has mentioned in passing, the need for an heir, the desire to expand his family, but you never thought he meant doing so with you. But perhaps…?

Your head shakes violently, and you turn to wipe away a stray tear. How foolish of you. Sunday doesn’t keep you around for that sort of thing. His hier will be delivered from a queen, befitting of the same status as him, and not some nobody like you.

Like always, Sunday is more attentive than you give him credit for.

He thinks it’s cute, how naive and oblivious you are sometimes. Except when he notices that this time, you are attempting to hide your crying behind the palm on your hand.

“(Y/n), my love, what troubles you?” He gently pulls your hand away from your face and instead turns you to face him.

Seeing him like this, his tender gaze trained on your form alone, suddenly makes you burst into tears.

“S-S-Sunday,” you sob, “please let me help! I’ll do anything!”

He blinks, confusion written across his features. “Help? With what? (Y/n), it’s been a long day, let me take you to bed—”

You clasp his hands in your own, looking up at him with (e/c) eyes brimming with tears. “Please, don’t throw me aside for someone else. I-I promise I’m not a burden. You need an heir, right? So please, let me carry that responsibility.”

He inhales sharply, his amethyst pupils dilating.

…Did he hear you correctly?

You want to have his child?

Sunday momentarily forgets how to breathe.

Oh, how he has fantasized about this very scenario; it has taken all of his willpower to hold back, to fool you into believing his charming, domestic mannerisms, when he truly wishes to claim every part of you, to brand himself upon every inch of your flesh. Lovely, beautiful, naive little you would never expect the dark desires hidden beneath the surface.

In reality, the thought of you begging for his seed permeates his waking and sleeping dreams. He’s lost track of the amount of nights spent with his hand around his cock, picturing your tight cunt wrapped around it instead.

Never would he have imagined you in this position willingly, practically on your knees for him, desperate for his cum, for his child growing in your belly. The idea arouses him more than you can ever know, and he has to shift to hide his growing erection.

Instead, he scoops you into his arms and nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. Oh, how lovely you’re going to smell when you’re glowing and round with his heir! He imagines how adorable his Halovian child will be, and how he wishes to pin a pair of wings behind your ears as well—a matching set for father, mother, and child.

The wings are, of course, the very ones ripped from your own back—you’re just too entranced by Sunday to notice it was he who plucked them from you to begin with.

And now, Sunday is through with holding back. You’re going to be fully and irrevocably his, tied to him forever. Like a fly landing on a venus trap, your own actions seal your fate. You don’t have a moment to react before the jaws of the predator swallow you whole.

“How could I deny you, my angel?” he coos, pacing towards the bedroom as he begins to pry at the buttons of your top. “And what better time to begin than the present, hm?”

#yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #yandere sunday x you #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yanderecore #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #sunday #yandere #honkai star rail #hsr

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shinjisdone · 10 months

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How I Imagine TWST Could Be If There Was A Female!MC - Staff Edition

part 2 of this I suppose

TW: Reader is female, period mentioned, bullying mentioned

Crowley, as mentioned, is a bit indifferent but puzzled at the new female student.

Not to offend, but you sure you crawled out of the coffin? You didn't throw out the original Student and replaced their body with yours, right?

He is half-joking by the way.

Well, it is what it is, and him being such a GRACIOUS AND GENEROUS PERSON will OF COURSE do all that he can to make you feel welcome and part of NRC!

Spoiler alert: he does so half-assed.

Will bring you any sort of thing you need and will offer both pants and skirts in all kinds of lengths for your uniform - long, short, frilly, straight, etc. As long as they fit with the jacket.

Since you came here with uh, NOTHING, he will also make sure that Sam stocks all kinds of things. While many things that are worn/needed are kinda basic/gender-neutral, he doesn't think of eeeeverything.

At the same time he kinda...paves you your own personal hell with good intentions. Introduces you to others like a good headmaster does while also underlining how VERY MUCH INDEED A GIRL YOU ARE. DING-DING-DING A YOUNG WOMAN IS GOING TO BE HERE FOR THE REST OF UUUUHHH WHENEVER I'LL BOTHER TO LOOK FOR HER HOME PLEASE BE NICE TO HER, OK?

When you might feel sick and report it to the headmaster he will of course, understand. Yet just as you are about to excuse yourself he GASPS and very genuinely and worriedly asks while whispering 'are you on your period...?'

Whether or not that is the case he will continue to reassure that that it is not something to be ashamed about AS THE ONLY GIRL HERE and he'll make sure you'll be fine.

Unironically would give you a wink, thumbs up and pats himself on the back for how GENEROUS HE IS HAH.

Would give you self-made help book: 'The Time I Got Transported Into A Magic All-Boys-Academy As The Only Magicless Girl'.

Crewel is uuuuuhhhh...

He eyes you up and down before asigning you to a pot. A pup is a pup and well-trained, diligent and especially, open-minded pups can learn anything.

Potionology especially can be learned by you, a magicless student! It requires understanding of ingredients and their magical attributes as well as magic itself a bit, but that's something you can learn!

He does not care if you are female or not. Students are meant to obey and he will not treat you any differently. Be well-behaved and listen - learn from this new environment and succeed.

He is a bit more strict with you since potionology does not require any magical skills (as far as I know). You can learn, you can adapt. Just be a good pup!

If you're doing awful, then he will be STRICT AS HELL. It's just that he truthfully believes you can learn and do better!

If you're doing good and maybe even improved, he'll be sure to praise you. Good pup! Very, very, well done!

Then he goes back to his strict self.

If he sees you being treated wrongly by others during HIS CLASS because you are a girl - he won't allow it. Will chastise the other student, ESPECIALLY IF YOU TEAMED UP, and will tell them of their awful behavior. Such things deserve punishment.

If you ever do better after such a situation, be sure Crewel will praise you loudly in a away to indirectly shove it into the student's face and let them know - 'This one did it despite being a girl and you thinking that is a reason to bully someone. No, you foolish Fido. You all are equal, inexperienced puppies.'

Be very afraid of Trein.

This guy does not c a r e who you are. A student of NRC is supposed to be diligent, punctual, listening, obeying, studious, tidy, neat, AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET TO-

The list goes on and on.

There is the slight chance that Trein will be a bit...less strict when he takes into account that you are new to everything. You aren't familiar with either the history of magic nor the social status and affects it can have (hooh boy, you do know how much it affects-)

After classes he might take you to the side and ask how much you actually know of...magic, besides not being able to cast any. He will offer extra classes and books from the library to catch up. After that he BETTER be seeing you there often with a book in your hand. Will often check on you.

He doesn't mean any harm but he is very certain you need extra lessons to even be on the same level as the locals here. So he expects you to be extra hard-working!

After some time, the thought of you being so much left behind crosses his mind and he wants to speak after class with you again. This time about a different topic.

"Are you perhaps...being intentionally wronged in this school?"

He does not like to use the word 'bullied'. While he knows it does exist he'd rather not make any assumptions, especially because he thinks it's because you are the only female here.

It depends on you what is the truth.

In general he does take you being a young woman in an all-boys-academy as a fact and in the back of his mind while he teaches you. You and your studies might be affected due to this. Will often ask about you and how you are doing. He will take everything as truth, even if you lie since he expects you to be mature enough to do the right thing.

Though you seem to be around good and righteous young men, so he likes to believe you are doing well.

Might take Ace and Deuce to the side and tell them to look after you. Just a bit.

Ace will be like, 'yeah, yeah, don't worry, she's fine with us. Hah, in fact she'd be totally lost without us!'

Deuce is bobbing his head up and down, starry-eyed, 'yes, yes, yes, Professor! We'll do our best, she is safe with us. I SWEAR AS A FUTURE HONOR STUDENT-'

Vargas at the beginning pushes you as much as the others because how else could you spellcast?

Oh. You can't either way?

Hm.

After getting over that fact, Vargas takes your situation very seriously. If it is requested, Vargas will make sure to prepare sport uniforms you are comfortable with as well ask you if you are also comfortable with training with the other boys (it is nice to be asked but then again, what is he supposed to do if you say no? Give you private lessons after dark?).

He will internally let out a big 'phew!' if you say you do not mind training with them or training with a few close ones (the 1st year squad or anyone else you trust).

Is very understanding if you cannot partake due to your period. Will be sure to discreetly excuse you and ask a student you trust to escort you back to your dorm.

Will also bring in your own strength and capability into play. You may not be able to cast any magic, but that is not the only reason to grind!

Will often look over to you and how you're doing during lessons. Will immediately intervene if he sees any bullying or harrassment. That's not sporting or fair!

Will give a big thumbs up at any improvements or when you or others stand up for you. That's the spirit!

Sam is the one adult you know he always got your back.

The others are perfectly nice but Sam does not criticize, chastise or push you to your limits! Though he is part of the staff you feel like you can talk the most open with him.

Always asks about your day. Oh, it went well? Here, have this trinket as a memory keepsake. Oh, it was awful? Aw, shucks, take this treat, it'll cost ya...

That's usually how your conversations go.

Whatever you need, he got it for you. Makes sure he always has feminine products or anything else you might need in stock and will give you them behind the counter if you want to keep the exchange a secret and not so open to public.

Though he treats you like his other customers (kinda ripping you off), he does give you a few things for sale or free when you had a bad day due to you being the only girl here.

Tell him any secret! They are safe with him (for a price jk).

After all, there might be a few things you cannot or wouldn't want to tell your friends and Sam keeps his mouth shut whenever. So don't worry!

Grim is a little pain in the neck no matter who you are.

As mentioned, he doesn't really get why it's suuuuch a biiig deaaaal that you are here. So what if you're a giiirrrll? You're his minion either way and you ARE going to help him.

Once he gets that others pick on you, he'll get defensive. That is HIS minion and she's doing a great job no matter if magicless or not, no matter if girlie or not! Y'all better shut up before he burns you to a crisp.

Will defend you but since he's just some...monster cat no one takes him seriously. He tries though and does end up setting someone's hair on fire...which only brings you more trouble, so there's that.

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland staff #dire crowley #divus crewel #ashton vargas #mozus trein #Twst sam #Twst grim #f!mc #f!reader #fem reader

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sumwan · 12 days

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It's still kind of sad how c!Dream acts pragmatic about his torture but secretly does want people to acknowledge how messed up it was and that he didn't deserve it. With c!Sapnap, c!Tommy and c!Foolish, he brings it up to achieve certain goals and then drops it quickly once that doesn't work or the goal has been achieved. But then with c!Sam, he insists that he didn't deserve to get tortured and that it is evil and wrong to torture others or to allow it to happen. And then there's c!Punz who talks quite emotionally to c!Purpled about how the torture was not okay (so you can imagine what he said when Dream told him). As much as Dream tries to leverage his torture, I do think he desperately wants to hear others say that it shouldn't have happened, that not even he deserved to go through that.

#like the way he mentions the torture and then immediately drops it is just so sad #I feel like he does want to hear “it was messed up that this happened”#even if he would not really respond or know how to respond to that #I mean yeah I don't think he wants to get pitied but just having that reassurance is already something #c!dream #dreblr #analysis #kinda I guess

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archive-of-alexandria · 7 months

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Weak Ankles (Zoro x Reader)

A/N: One big helping of Zoro x Reader fluff, full of pining with a healthy dose of yearning. Somewhat inspired by that scene in Hercules, because it just felt too perfect for Zoro <3 xx

Zoro has never encountered a fight he can't muscle his way out of.

Having recessed into the corner booth of some podunk tavern while armed with nothing but a dangerously low bottle of sake and a healthy dose of self-imposed misery, however, he feels his chances of winning this particular battle dwindle by the minute.

As his swig bleeds the bottle dry, Zoro groans and drags his hand over his face. He succumbs to his desire to wallow.

Hell or high water, right?

Zoro has never encountered a fight he can't muscle his way out of, but the swordsman has never charged head-first into mushy feelings either.

Perhaps that's why he's seeking refuge back on the Going Merry as the sounds of the party rattle on the breeze behind him, trailing him, like a specter.

Zoro grimaces.

Kunia had once explained sword fighting as a language, and the idea has stuck with Zoro ever since. Sparring matches had turned into spelling bees, each hit earning a vowel or letter.

The first one with enough hits to spell out f-u-c-k-y-o-u was always the winner.

Zoro knows the language of fighting well.

There is no training to be had for situations like these...situations that call for finesse with words that can't be spoken with the hilt of a blade.

The ocean is deep and dark with evening and yet Zoro's eyes are glued to the depths, willing divine intervention to give him a direction.

He gives the railing a small shake, mock-pretending the water is like one of those fortune-teller spheres. No reply but his own reflection.

Outcome is unlikely.

A stirring on the deck catches his attention, hand moving to his hilt as he stiffens.

A soft voice breaks through the night.

"Hello."

...

"Hey."

Zoro's eyes zoned in on a figure through the sake's warped glass, the sight impossible to miss even from his hiding place. Zoro's lip had quirked up, though he'll never admit it - another small defeat at the hands of his unsuspecting foe.

Who could ever miss a sight such as you?

No, there was absolutely no way a soul in the taverna could miss the sight of you - your feet planted firmly on a tabletop with your head thrown back in glee. You're a whirlwind of whipping hair and skirts as a maritime shanty pours from your throat. Grog splashes from the stien in your grip, ale sloshing and spraying like the ocean you merrily sing of. The whole of the island seems to be singing with you, the tavern bursting with music and laughter as patrons slur out the words to the refrain.

When Luffy argued that pirating wouldn't be complete without a bard to chronicle the legendary adventures of the Going Merry, Zoro had staunchly opposed the idea. What good would a bard be in battle? What navigation skills, if anything?

Someone can't sing their way to victory.

As Zoro sat mesmerized, he began to think he was very, very wrong.

This is true power, Zoro mused from his place of solitude, Swaying complete strangers with nothing but the sound of your voice.

When he realized he'd been grinning like a fool, Zoro swallowed.

He was desperately losing this uphill battle.

The deck of the ship suddenly seems miles long.

Zoro can make out your reddened cheeks in the darkness, alight with the warm glow of youth as a sweet smile settles on your lips.

"You left."

Zoro's heart clenches at the simplicity of your words. He doesn't move.

"Yeah, I did."

Undeterred, you begin to move towards him. It's stumbly, though the sound of your soft chuckle lets him know you're aware of how foolish you seem. He watches as you make your way towards him, your eyes never leaving his face.

A homing beacon.

"I was wondering where you'd gone,"

"Hm?"

"I was saving a dance for you, Zo."

Your voice is quiet. Zoro's blood runs cold.

You had sought him out - he imagines your eyes twinkling, hair wild and free falling all around you like a halo as you reached for him from your makeshift stage only to find him gone.

To punctuate your confession, your feet seem to shuffle in a dance much too elegant for having been stomping on tables and slamming down ale, and yet here you are - light as a feather in the midsummer breeze.

The bouncing of your body keeps in rhythmic time with the gentle crash of the waves, and realization crosses the swordsman's face.

You're not dancing. You're moving through the seogi he has taught you during training.

Zoro's heart swells, a breath of a laugh passing through his lips.

"That's some fancy footwork, twinkle toes."

As if his words jinxed you, your foot catches hold of a divot in the planks. Zoro's reflexes are quick, securing you to his chest as you squeak out a yelp - an arm around your waist and the other on your forearm without so much as a thought.

A bashful smile blooms on your blushing face, cheeks dusted pink from the alcohol and the proximity of your bodies. You try to stand, pressing your forehead to his.

"Hmm..." You chuckle, closing your eyes tight. You bunch up Zoro's tunic in your fingers.

He wonders if you can feel his skin on fire beneath the flimsy fabric.

He holds his breath.

"Weak ankles."

The thick summer air is sucked from Zoro's lungs. You're near catlike in the way you seem to curl into him, nestling closer and closer...

Before the moment settles too deep, you're speaking again.

"Oh! That reminds me of a story...!"

"Haven't you told enough stories tonight?"

Although he teases, Zoro doesn't mean it. No. Not when the sky is clear and bright and your body is pressed so tightly to his and your eyes seem to glitter as they peer into his own.

As you playfully swat his chest and snort out a laugh, Zoro silently vows to spend a lifetime listening to your tales.

"N-No! No," You insist, "This is my last one - promise! Telling stories is my job anyway~!"

No one is around to hear the giggles from the two of you or to see the way Zoro's smile hangs lopsided, or to catch the slight flex of his fingers as he pulls you even closer.

"Well then," He gently butts your forehead with his,

"Go on."

You begin to weave a tale of a brave young soldier, born with great skill and undefeated in battle. You tell Zoro the hero reminds you of him. He stumbles out a "thank you".

You say that the "great soldier" had lived in disguise as a young woman, sparking a short, teasing aside about how he would make a lovely woman (which Zoro vehemently denied).

You speak of a great battle and your gaze is far away, your fingers tracing patterns along Zoro's chest, every tug and pull of the fabric between your fingers tightening the hold on his heartstrings.

You explain how the soldier's mother had dipped him in a river but forgot the heel, and in his final battle was struck down in the very same spot. You make a quip about everyone having their very own "heel" in life before proclaiming that the tale is very romantic and sad.

Your arms slide up and around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair.

Zoro's jaw clenches. Your eyes fall to his lips.

There is no wind, no waves. The entire world seems to have stopped breathing in anticipation.

Zoro's mind desperately searches for anything from his training to tether himself to at this moment, foggy from the way your breath tickles his face and the blood pounds in his ears.

In an instant, he makes a move.

"Your...your ankle."

He drops to his knee, breaking all contact.

Your breathing shutters, arms wrapping around yourself in comfort.

Zoro is glad it is dark.

He takes in the delicate slope of your ankle in his hand, pulling the bandana from his head to prep a makeshift brace for your sprain.

You sit in silence as he works, though his mind is far from quiet.

Zoro cannot afford to have soft spots like weak ankles. All of his training will be wasted.

No.

Zoro cannot afford to admit that he's in love with you. Not to you, not even to himself.

Your hand gently raking through his hair pulls Zoro from his stupor, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"My hero," You hum, "Zoro..."

He can see himself reflected in your irises.

Your hand moves to caress his face.

It never happens.

Zoro grabs your wrist before you can even blink, gaze downcast, and grip uncomfortably tight.

"We should get you to bed."

Zoro hasn't slept in three days.

You've been avoiding him for three days.

Zoro doesn't blame you, though - he knows that he embarrassed you a few nights ago. Nami makes sure he knows just how badly he fucked up as well, throwing glares in his direction and spitting venom his way...

How could you do that to her?

Don't you realize how much she cares for you?

Have you transported all of your brains into your muscles, asshole?!

The Going Merry was certainly a far cry from merry.

Luffy was the only crewmate who entertained the idea of sparring with Zoro without an alternative motivation to beat the shit out of him for what he's done.

As Zoro countered Luffy's hook, the sound of your laughter floated through the air.

In a moment of weakness, he allowed himself to look.

You were seated as Chopper entertained you with his dance moves, clapping encouragement and cooing praises. The smile on your face made Zoro's chest grow tight.

Luffy had taken the opportunity to pounce in Zoro's distraction, sweeping the swordsman's leg clean out from underneath him.

"Ha HA! Gotcha! Victory!"

Nami whoops from down below, and Zoro mutters a curse.

"What happened there, Zoro?"

Luffy's voice is far away as Zoro thinks back to fighting lessons with you. He had taken Kunia's advice, using his sword to speak the words he could not. Every tap, every jab, each little correction of your form follows the sparring language he had made up as a child.

Every time, he finds ways to spell out i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

Zoro had promised to teach you how to fight for selfish reasons. He can't afford to let his weaknesses show, but helping you grow strong enough to protect yourself...that will have to be enough. Even if you can't see it that way.

Zoro sucks his teeth, giving his head a shake as he accepts Luffy's help up.

"Tch - weak ankles..."

#zoro x reader #zoro imagine #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #opla #opla imagine #zoro fluff #i love zoro so much he is so baby #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro fluff #straw hat crew

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enderwoah · 6 months

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exploding into a thousand tiny little bits actually the red team is soooo pack bonded right now. they r blood brothers they did not commit ritualistic sacrafices just to not latch onto each other for life and become soulmates forever. i can only imagine. like.

phil, baghera, and jaiden give the rest of the team (that are present and willing; mainly charlie, cellbit, and foolish) a crash course on how to preen wings in case another bird isn't there to help. phil gets real sad sometimes when helping jaiden or baghera so they help 'preen' in other ways (pulling chunks of dirt/blood out of his hair and ear feathers when they see them, insisting on including him (and cellbit) in a """manicure night""" (they are just scraping the dirt from under their fingernails with their other fingernails/sticks and using rocks to file).

charlie takes requests on which team to hack into (because his code nonsense lets him switch frequencies and infiltrate the other teams' calls very easily) so people can spy on their other people. phil often asks to know what missa is up to. cellbit obviously asks about roier, and sometimes uses charlie as a middleman to pass messages to his guapito. baghera asks him to check on the other frenchies and often shouts at them through his mic when they're getting on her nerves. if anyone dares bring up her friendship with bbh and why she never asks of him she gives them a facefull of BOLAS??!? bbh slander.

carre is (jokingly) borderline worshipped whenever he wakes up. it becomes an instant confidence boost and is oftentimes the only time you see the entire team trying to gain percentages or kill other teams.

they spill entirely too many secrets to each other too casually. they are going to end the two weeks and some of them will know more about some of them than their spouses do. day one cellbit was admitting to murder and basically admitted to being a cannibal. it only gets worse.

they mostly take getting killed in stride unless it's by a) tubbo b) bbh or c) if someone decides to do it over and over again. BOLAS??!? hatred is unlike normal hatred. if they hate you you will feel unsafe going into the wilderness because They Will Just Lurk There in a group and jump you for no reason other than pettiness. charlie slimecicle literally ran across an entire island to chase bbh with no food no water and Mid tools and armour. for like five minutes. out of blind rage and spite.

can you tell i love red team im obsessed with them they are going to know each other on such a deep and intrinsic level in two weeks their romantic partners are literally going to get jealous. like. Nobody Will Have With Them What They Have With Each Other. its all completely platonic but they are soul bound. theyre gonna look at their hands irl and see like 5 pink strings of fate like bruh

#im obsessed im insane #anyways #carre #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #baghera jones #philza #cellbit #badboyhalo #jaidenanimations #foolishgamers #qsmp bolas

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simplyholl · 8 months

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Out of My System Pt 7

Summary: Loki doesn't understand Thor's attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy.

W/C: 846

A/N: Sorry this is so short! I’ve been crazy busy with the Whore-O-Ween stuff.

Out of My System Masterlist

You were shaking with excitement. Odin had agreed to let you visit Asgard on Loki and Thor’s next trip. You didn’t know what you were most excited about, meeting his mother or seeing the place where he grew up.

There was also another reason you were excited. You were hiding a pretty big secret. You had found out earlier in the week that you’re pregnant. You weren’t exactly keeping the news from Loki, you just wanted to find the right time to tell him. You thought that the opportunity would present itself on your trip.

Frigga was everything you imagined and so much more. She welcomed you with open arms. You loved her already. As soon as she saw you, she gave you a knowing smile. A mother always knows. Loki left the two of you alone to talk, and she asked if he knew the second he walked out.

She was almost more excited than you. The next day, she gifted you with Asgardian baby gowns in Loki’s colors. You hid them in your bag so Loki wouldn’t find them. You walked around the palace after you ate looking for Loki.

You stumble upon Sif and another lady. “Have you seen Loki?” “He was seen in the garden with Rose earlier.” She smirked and you thanked her, making your way to the garden. “Poor dear, Loki brought her all the way from Midgard and he’s already seeing someone behind her back. He and Rose used to be an item centuries ago. You know what they say, old flames die hard.”

You couldn’t believe what she was saying. You were only a few steps away, surely they meant for you to hear it. But you knew Loki, and he wouldn’t cheat on you. You hurried outside, spotting Loki sitting on a bench with Rose. You could hear her obnoxious giggle as she climbed into his lap.

Shocked, you got on your hands and knees crawling to a nearby bush. You hid behind it so you could spy on them. There had to be a logical explanation for why she was in his lap. Maybe she got hurt and he was helping her.

“A Midgardian, Loki? I thought even you had standards. She’s not even that pretty. You could have your choice of any Asgardian woman. Why don’t we go back to my cottage? It will be just like old times. I’ll do that thing you like.” She purred.

You shake with anger. How dare she? You peak through the bush waiting for Loki’s response. This should be good. He wouldn’t let anyone say anything bad about you. Loki takes her loose curl between his fingers placing it behind her ear. “That’s quite a tempting offer-“

Rage consumes you. You stand, giving away your hiding spot. You stomp over to them, not caring how crazy you looked. If looks could kill, they would both be dead. “Darling, what are you -“ You don’t give Loki the chance to finish. “Get your ass up!” You shout at her. She looks from you to Loki. This must be how Bruce feels when he turns into the Hulk. Damn these pregnancy hormones. You grab Rose’s arm and sling her to the ground.

“Oh!” She shouts as her body lands hard with a thud. “Loki, please help me, she’s assaulted me!” She whines. Loki takes one step toward her, but stops when he sees how angry you are. “You’re lucky that’s all I did!” She gets up with a huff, running in the opposite direction.

“Darling, I can explain. It’s not what it looked like.” Your hand meets his cheek before you can think. He brings his hand to it, shocked. “What’s the matter with you?” He questions. “Me? What about you? I heard her trashing me and you didn’t defend me once! She propositioned you, Loki. An offer I heard you accept.” He places his hand on yours, and you jerk away from his touch.

“I was so foolish to think this could work, that I’d ever be enough for you. You didn’t even like Earth women, Loki. I don’t know why I thought I was any different.” You fight back tears, refusing to let him see you cry. “You better go after her.”

You sob the entire way back to Loki’s chamber. Hand on your non-existent baby bump, you think of all that could’ve been, all that he had ruined. “It’s just you and me from now on. I’m sorry your dad’s such an asshole. I’ve always had horrible taste in men. I just thought he was different.” You cried harder remembering that you slapped him. “I’m going to give birth in Asgardian jail because I assaulted Prince Jackass!” You wailed.

Loki gave you some time to calm down. He knew he couldn’t talk to you when you were so angry. He was about to refuse Rose’s advances and defend you when you popped out of the bushes like a mad woman.

“Mother, have you seen her? I’ve been looking everywhere.” Frigga frowned at him. “She went back to Midgard, Loki. Thor accompanied her per my request.” Loki runs a hand through his hair looking frustrated. “Why would you send Thor? Why wouldn’t you send for me?” He shouted. Frigga placed a dainty hand on her son’s shoulder. “You’ve done enough today. What were you thinking? You should have known what it would look like.”

When he reached his chambers, he noticed you left your bag. He missed you and he wasn’t sure if he could fix this. You were so angry with him, and you had every right to be. He decided to go through your bag, hoping to find something that smelled like you.

He picked out a hoodie, bringing it to his nose for comfort. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his colors. He knew you didn’t have anything like that, so his curiosity got the best of him. He lifted the small items out of your bag. Realizing what they were, he was shocked.

He thought back, remembering how you had gotten sick smelling your favorite food. You were sick quite often lately, but you told him it was a stomach flu. Why hadn’t you told him? Perhaps you didn’t want a child with him. You hadn’t been dating for very long. A child would change your relationship. One thing was for certain, he had to get back to you.

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#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x yn #loki fanfic #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki tom hiddleston #loki marvel #mcu loki #out of my system

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Pretty Girl

I’ll be honest, it’s midnight and I can’t sleep so here you go!

I also didn’t really imagine Jay for this (it was actually Trevor Wagner lol) so I didn’t use any names but feel free to picture detective chuckles in your reading!

also, if you think it’s rubbish. I agree but what are we gonna do?!

*****

‘I cant believe I’m gonna text him’

You scoffed to yourself, eyeing the phone you held in your hand, thumb hovering over his name on your chat list on whatsapp. Almost daring yourself not to give into the desires you knew you craved and that he could so easily fulfil.

‘are you awake?’

You sounded like a foolish teenager, thinking that sounded better than the stereotypical ‘you up?’ at 3am text. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

You almost threw your phone on the ground, it landing face up beside you as your knees were instinctively bought to your chest in panic, regretting sending the text as soon as you pressed send.

Almost instantly, the phone lit up. You could see it from the corner of your eye, reluctant to look down.

You peered over your arm, wincing as you read the message through squinted eyes.

‘Of course, darling’

Your heart melted, your stomach flipped, your heart rate quickened.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t feel this way.

He told you not to fall for him.

Yet what did you do, oh yeah.

You fell absolutely head over heels, 100%, life consumingly in love with him. Good one.

Mere moments had passed, you hadn’t unlocked the phone as you sat and mustered a response.

He hardly gave you much to go from, did you completely out yourself and admit why you messaged him or did you play it off with a simple ‘cool’?

Your phone once again, lit up in your hand. Your eyes darting to the screen without a second thought or hesitation as you scanned the words on the screen.

‘any particular reason you wanted to know, pretty girl?’

Shit, even through a screen he had you backed against a virtual wall. Making the hunger for him to have you actually pushed up against a wall, ten times more intense.

‘just wondered if you wanted to come over, cant sleep’

You laughed at the innocent sad face added to the end, feeling the complete opposite and knowing he would see through it.

The grey ticks turned to blue as soon as you sent the message, quickly exiting out of the chat as though you didn’t want to seem desperate.

Not like your phone was now stuck to your hand with your eyes not leaving the screen as you wait for his response.

‘Poor baby, not sure how I would be able to help though?’

You could practically see the smug grin on his face, arm folded behind his head to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed. Thumb dancing over the keypad as he probably typed out all the ways in which he could help, before deleting them as if nothing happened.

‘oh no!’

You yet again, sarcastically added the exclamation. Clearly having too much fun with the situation yourself now.

‘guess I will just have to try someone else’

Ordinarily you wouldn’t have sent such a text, you didn’t have anyone else you could ask, the ‘lucky’ bunch stored in your phone who you could text at early hours of the morning to come over.

Even if you did, you wouldn’t want anyone else. Just him.

You wanted to see how far you could push him, knowing the way his eyes would’ve darkened with reading the message.

Probably reading it a few times to ensure he read it right, phone clutched in his hand, bringing it up to his pursed lips in frustration.

It took a significantly less amount of time to yet again see ‘typing’, flash up next to his name on the chat. Your heart rate though the roof as you hear your phone chime.

‘darling you are funny, we both know you wouldn’t dare’.

You sat on his response for a minute or two, letting him sweat as he could see you’d read the message.

‘goodnight sweet cheeks’

You were proud of yourself for your blunt response, even if he didn’t reply, you’d sure be obscenely offended but you wouldn’t be shocked.

If he had sent you a message even close to that, the phone probably would’ve been launched across the room and loud groan that could’ve been heard from down the corridor of your apartment building.

The grey ticks, stayed grey for what felt like an eternity. In fact, you stared at the screen for 4 solid minutes, waiting.

You huffed, regretting your text. Had you ruined it? Took it too far?

He could be an annoying prick sometimes and knew exactly how to push your buttons, especially when it came to making you jealous but in all honestly you couldn’t imagine him sending you a message like the one you had sent.

The room was silent, you took yourself over to the mirror as if you needed to take a long hard look at yourself, but in actual fact you just chuckled. Grow up.

You needed to test him, needed to see how he felt. If he wanted you, he would.

Simple as that.

If you were going to keep falling for him, the least you could do was find out if you were both kind of on the same page, even the same book would be good!

You continued to stare in the mirror as you got ready for bed, accepting your defeat and pondering on how you’ll deal with such rejection on a clear mind in the morning.

Scraping your hair into a ponytail, you saw your phone light up on the bed. Seeing his name flash at the top of the screen with the green and red ‘accept’, ‘decline’ buttons staring you in the face.

You froze.

He knew you hated phone calls, especially when he hadn’t told you he was going to call. Prick.

Your thumb hit the accept button before your brain could scream at you to let it go to voicemail, holding the phone to your ear to hear that raspy voice you so desperately craved.

‘I’m outside, little one. You gonna come and let me in or should I try buzzing someone else?’

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