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betterfettered · 10 months

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This is the part where everyone is nice to me because I haven't written anything like this before T T

Your yandere is your boyfriend's brother, and you feel alone when he creeps you out.

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere; I use "tit/ty" for the gn reader; please tell me if there’s anything else non-gn about the reader)(stalking)(noncon)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content; rape and stalking are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.][edited dialogue to be gn!]

It wasn’t that you hated Beelzebub.

In fact, you thought that he was really nice. Perhaps that was the problem, though: he was very, very nice. Nice to the point that you often looked over your shoulder expecting him to be behind you, nice to the point that you felt anxious talking to other men because he may show up at any moment to abruptly end the interaction. It made sense for him to be so protective over you – he was your boyfriend’s twin brother, so naturally he felt close to you and wanted to see you happy. That was normal, you told yourself.

So why the sense of dread whenever he was around?

It was not possible to escape him, and you didn’t want to cause discord by outright rejecting his helpfulness, but it always left you feeling deeply unsettled. Just like when you’d taken a trip to the human world with the twins. On the train, you and Belphegor had squabbled for a bit about who would take the one open seat, but you pointed out that he would end up falling asleep and hurting himself if he stayed standing, so eventually he acquiesced and sat down.

You stood in front of him and watched as he fell asleep in less than a minute, his head lolling forward uselessly, and just as you were thinking that his gentle snores were cute, you felt yourself being pulled back so forcefully that you stumbled a little as Beelzebub’s barreled chest pressed into your back and his chin settled on top of your head. The arm that had pulled you back stayed wrapped around your thick middle, his fingers pressing into your soft tummy hard enough that you winced a little, while his other hand held onto the overhead strap. You grabbed his forearm to pry it off, but he did not budge in the slightest.

“Hey, what are you doing?” you asked. “Let go.”

He shook his head, his chin brushing back and forth on your head, before he tilted his head so he could see more of your face.

“No." You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks, his piercing eyes boring into you.

“Um,” you started, trying uselessly to pry his arm off again.

“I’m keeping you safe,” he murmured at your temple. “So you don’t fall over and perverts can’t grope you.”

You didn’t want to struggle and make a scene or hurt his feelings or be rude, so you just allowed him to hold onto you and keep you pressed tight to him until your stop was coming up and you had an excuse to grab Belphie and shake him awake.

There was also the way Beelzebub would not let anyone else sit next to you in class besides Belphie. You’d made friends with a very sweet underclassman during one seductive speechcraft class, and the two of you had cast childish spells on each other; you convinced him that he would love to clean your locker, he convinced you that you would love to write a newspaper entry for him. You’d been giggling with him and thought nothing when you happened to see Beelzebub who was watching you across the room.

The next time you saw the underclassman, he didn’t give you even a second to talk to him before he scurried away, and that familiar sense of dread settled over you when you saw the awkward way the boy moved, like each step pained him.

Beelzebub appeared by your side soon after, putting his arm around your shoulder and his large hand over your cheek, pulling you closer to him.

“We should clean your locker today,” he said.

Normally you would have joked about how he probably just wanted to plunder your things for snacks, but you felt weak imagining the small freshman boy being hurt for no reason. You felt weak realizing that Beelzebub had memorized his face, hunted him down, and threatened him over nothing. You’d just been talking to him about schoolwork. Was that worth him being hurt? Was that worth the suffocating sense of isolation you suddenly felt?

Your knees buckled, and Beelzebub’s arms wrapped around you immediately, his arm cinching into the cushion of your tummy and his other hand coming to cup the side of your face and hold your head upright enough.

“Are you feeling sick? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t think of what to say or how to answer. You just wished Belphegor was here to send Beelzebub away. You shut your eyes as tight as they would go and wished over and over for Belphie to appear, even as Beelzebub promised to take you home and take care of you, even as he collected you in his arms, even as he kissed you on your forehead and promised that you were safe with him, that you didn’t need to worry anymore.

You kept your eyes shut as he carried you out of the school,

And through the winter air outside,

And up the stairs of the House of Lamentation,

And into his room, where he dropped you onto Belphegor’s bed.

For a second, he let you go, and your eyes shot open to look for an escape. You tried to sit up and he pulled you closer to him by your ankle, splitting your legs so he could stand between them.

“Beel, stop,” you said, and immediately regretted it, because he shoved his fingers into your open mouth, pressing a medicine pill onto your tongue. You didn’t even have time to properly struggle before he grabbed your shoulder with his other hand and leaned onto it with all of his weight.

You tried to tell him to stop again, but only managed to drool on your lips and his fingers while making incoherent gargles from the back of your throat. The noises coming out of you sounded like some kind of terrified animal, which was really embarrassing, you shrunk back into the bed and clamped your teeth down on his fingers and gripped at his face with your nails, but he seemed completely unfazed.

“You need water to swallow it, so I’ll give it to you,” he said.

You tried to sit up to drink, but his other fingers closed around your jaw, and his hand pressed you down into the bed. This time, watching him suck water out of the bottle he always carried around, you really started to panic. Your hands calmed, and you rubbed them over his shoulders and up his neck and onto his face to earn good will.

You tried to say “Listen to me, please. I'll be good. Stop stop stop please listen don’t do this to me stop” but nothing could come out with the way his fingers had pinned your tongue, and as soon as he withdrew them he smashed his lips into yours pressing his fingers hard into your cheeks until you opened your mouth and he could push the water into it. The hand still wet with your spit grabbed your nose until you ran out of breath and sucked the water from his mouth just to try and get a chance to breathe.

He pulled away and licked up the entire side of your face, making you squeal. For a moment, your nails dug in, and then you tried to rub his face again gently.

“This isn’t right,” you chided. “I want you to stop. If you stop right now, we can both walk away and –”

You inhaled sharply, feeling his hands slip under your shirt. Panic overcame you again, and you punched him and kneed him and screamed and cried but that dazed look had come over his face, the same as when he could smell an entire hog in the oven and was thinking about eating it and only eating it.

Again, you grabbed his wrists to try and get his hands off of you, but this time you screamed for Belphegor, all the more frantically when you felt his hips push into yours. As though you were not wailing, as though you were lying still and allowing this, he shoved all the clothing on your upper body away and pressed his lips to your chest. You were sobbing by then, so he laid his head against your shaking body and licked up from your belly until he had your nipple in his mouth. His tongue traced up and down over and over as his hot breath spilled onto your skin.

He had just shoved his hands between your giant thighs to grope you when you heard the door open.

“Beel, what the fuck are you doing?” Belphie hissed.

“Belphie, help me, please,” you sobbed. You’d done everything you could to avoid a fight, and didn’t want them to argue, but you were at your wits end.

And help you he did. Belphie rushed over, grabbing Beelzebub by the shoulders and leaning back until he pulled him off of you, the both of them toppling to the floor. Belphegor shimmied out from beneath his brother, smacking his face to get him out of his trance.

“You’re being scary. What kind of welcome is that into the family?” he chided. Belphie kept him placated with rock candy from his pocket, shoving it deep into Beelzebub's mouth and tugging it back and forth to occupy his mouth

At that point, your belly felt like a void, like its emptiness was sucking you in hard enough that you would collapse.

You had wanted Belphie to realize all along, you’d thought your Belphie would rescue you from Beelzebub’s wandering hands.

“Try being sweet and gentle,” Belphie murmured. "You are coming on too strong."

Beelzebub only tried to stand up again, then focused his eyes on Belphegor’s glare and held still, despite how visibly hard his cock was getting in his pants at the thought of you. Belphie stood and then leaned over you and pulled your shirt back down.

At that moment, you understood that he knew how Beelzebub clung to you and grabbed you and forced himself on you.

He knew it and he did not mind.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he sighed, kissing your eyelids when you started crying. “What’s wrong?”

You could only feel panic as you watched Beelzebub stand up and leer at you over Belphie’s shoulder.

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clownhoodieguy · 8 months

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Predator eats unwilling prey and gets tummy ache, so goes to observer friend who helps them by reassuring and gently massaging the prey instead.of assisting the pred in digesting the prey

I cannot stop thinking of vore scenarios, help.

So anyway, here's another:

You know those situations preds will sometimes get themselves in? Where they eat prey that's just that little bit too feisty for them and now feel violently ill, and then have to go seek out their observer pal who'll help them breakdown and digest their angry prey.

Well that's boring, seen it a thousand times!

How about instead of casting a magic digestion spell, or making the pred drink a potion to speed up the process, or just jumping on their stomach to mush the prey into submission!- how about they just tell the pred to take deep, slow breaths, lay their hands on top of the squirming bulge in their pred friend's belly, and begin slowly massaging or snuggling up to the prey, humming little reassurances and calming words to them until they stop hurting the predator.

Maybe the observer will make the pred drink a potion to protect the prey from digestion, giving them another reason to settle down and relax within the bowels of their devourer. Or maybe they'll do any number of nice things to the prey to keep them happy and still! Compromise! Prey deserves to be comfortable too!

#v0re #vore talk #soft v0re #sfw vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling

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jamilelucato · 4 years

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could u do one where the reader has had a rlly bad day and then ron comforts her with cuddles and then they fall asleep tgt but the reader has nightmares and wakes up to ron shaking her while she’s crying in his arms 👉🏻👈🏻 while he tells her everyth is gg to be okay

Home [Ron Weasley]

Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: reader (any house) spends the summer in the Burrow because she’s running from where she thought was her home. But she’ll soon find out she has a new home.

A/N: thanks for the request! I’ve never written for Ron before, so I’m sorry if he feels out of character. Anyway, it’s a bit sad but also very cute, it has a somehow happy ending. Kinda inspired by Home (Edith Whiskers) because I was listening to it nonstop while writing.

PS: if you’re waiting for the rest of the fics from the HP Musical, it’s coming, guys, be patient. Gotta say the same for those waiting for their requests.

Harry Potter Masterlist || Musical Hogwarts Series

One of the best things about being Ronald Weasley’s best friend was the chance to spend summers at the Burrow. In your opinion, there was no more beautiful sunset than the one you, Harry, Ron and Hermione would watch from the top of the hill.

When you stayed at the Burrow, nothing could bother you. Not even Fred and George’s pranks, nor Percy complaining you all were too loud. Not even having to help Mrs Weasley out was a problem.

Last week, before you came to stay with Ron, you and your mom got into a big fight. She had got herself in a deal that you could not forgive her for. Your mom was now the newest Death Eater in town, and you could not believe she would side with the Dark Lord.

It wasn’t like you hated your own house.

Well, perhaps you weren’t very fond of your mother — that was one of the reasons you were “hiding” at the Weasleys.

But she did, and so that meant that your house was no longer your home. You couldn’t stay one more day there, living with such a dark witch, so you asked Ron if you could crash there for the rest of the summer. You didn’t tell him why, though.

Somehow the Weasley’s place was your only home left. Deep down, you knew why, but you didn’t want to admit — it wasn’t just the Burrow that made you feel like home. It was Ron.

“I think you kids should go to bed,” Mrs Weasley said, speaking in that way that only she knew how. It could sound like a suggesting for inattentive ears, but the truth was it was a command.

The boys complained, slowly getting out of the couch, scared of what their mom could do to them. Hermione looked at you with a tired smile, and without a good-bye, she and Ginny headed to the room you three were sharing.

You careless delayed your leaving, too scared to let go of Ron. Sure, it was not the first time he was laying on you tummy, but, every time he left, it felt like he wouldn’t come back.

He finally got up, stretching his arms up and fixing his jumper, letting you take a quick glimpse of the abdomen. He is taking his Quidditch practice way too serious, you thought, analysing marks that weren’t there before.

Ron looked back at you, still laying on the couch and offered you a hand you gladly accepted.

You two walked up the stairs, side by side, which was quite hard, but neither wanted to say good-night yet.

Ron stared at Ginny’s door room, which was closed. You followed his glance, breathing hard. Fred and George passed you two, and for the first time that week, they didn’t comment on it.

“Well, good night, y/N,” Ron said, pressing his lips together.

You stared from the door to him, scared to say something you would regret.

“Can I...” you swallowed hard, moaning already but Ron eagerly waited for you to finish your sentence, “...sleep with you tonight? I promise not to make a sound.”

Ron quickly smiled, and he had to tell himself to stop being so happy. It was a habit of you two to sleep in the same bed since you were eleven, so he had to remind himself that for you that probably was just a simple request.

But, by Merlin, for Ron, your request was practically his salvation.

“Sure, follow me before mum catches us,” he said, and you giggled, immediately reaching for his hand. When you touched, both felt something like an electric shock running through each nerve ending, dissipating heat throughout their bodies.

Harry was already there, and upon seeing his two best friends walking in and holding hands, he smiled before hiding himself under the covers.

Harry knew that you two fancied each other and he thought it was pretty stupid that none of you had the balls to confess it. But he wasn’t gonna be the one to ruin the moment.

Since you two were in your pyjamas already, there was not much more to do then to get under the covers yourselves and sleep. But who could warn your heart to slow its beats? It felt like you were in a bloody party!

Ron wasn’t doing much better either, squeezing himself in his bed so it could fit both of you. It was supposedly a single bed, only larger — a magic trick that the twins cast that went wrong, but for Ron, the spell had gone very very well.

“Hm, y/N?” Ron whispered in the darkness.

“Yes?” you were wondering if he could hear your heartbeat.

“Can I hug you with an arm? I’m too close to the edge,” he muttered.

You smiled in the dark, happy that he wouldn’t be able to see how much glad you were that he was about to squeeze you in his chest. His hot, callused hands found your waist with such delicacy that you never imagined Ron would have.

In a second, your face was on his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat as fast as yours. But both were slowly coming to a less quick rhythm.

“Sleep well,” you whispered to him, moving your head slightly just so your voice could find his ears better.

“I will,” he whispered a minute later, hoping that you would be too sleepy to remember.

Your last memory before giving in to the dream was Ron running his fingers through your scalp, and all you could think was how nice it was.

***

“Shhh, y/N, it’s okay!” Ron kinda whispered-shouted in your ear, holding your arms. “Please, wake up, you’re safe!”

You could feel his hands grasping your arms, but you couldn’t manage to open your eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered again, kissing your forehead.

It was finally then when you woke up — scared, confused, sweaty.

Ron saw your eyes spark in the dark and he hugged you, placing a hand in your scalp and bringing you close to your chest.

“You scared me,” he said.

“What-what happened?”

“You had a bad dream, I guess. I woke up to you screaming ‘mum, it’s me, please don’t hurt me’ or something like that,” he informed, pulling you away to see your face. “Crazy nightmare, huh? Scared of your own mother,” his tone suggested he could be siling, but in the dim, you just couldn’t tell.

Ron noticed how quiet you were after his comment.

“y/N? Are you and your mom okay?” he asked, placing a hand in your cheek at the exact same time a tear fell from your eyes and wetted his hand. “What is it, princess? You can tell me.”

You tried to fight the tears, and Ron helped, trying to clean them up.

“My mum and I... the reason I came here without days’ notice—”

“—you never need to give a notice,” he interrupted.

“— is because my mum told me what she had done,” you kept going, scared that if you stopped whispering, you would give up. “She’s with the Death Eaters, Ron. She’s one of them now.”

Ron tried hard to keep himself together for you and not to scream because of Harry. “She what?”

“She said she wanted to protect our family, going to the winner side,” you kept telling. “Winner side, can you believe that? That woman is bloody stupid.”

He revived when you came in, a couple of days ago, with a big smile in your face, no sign of sadness. How you hugged him — yes, this time a bit longer, but he thought he was imagining it.

Ron didn’t know what to say.

Really, what do you say to someone who had a death eater for a mom? If Molly told Ron she was a Death Eater, what would he do? He had no idea, but he would be probably way more freaked out than you.

The fact that you were having just some nightmares about the whole thing and not running around, cursing everyone, only made Ron realise how much special and strong and brave the girl he was in love with was.

By Merlin, did he have to realise it now?

“It’s gonna be okay, y/N,” he said, not sure if it was the right thing to say, but pulling you close anyway. “We’re gonna find a way to save her. Talk some sense into her.”

“She has the mark, Ronnie. She showed it to me,” you sighed, hugging him tighter. You needed it — you would, and you have always needed it, but now you had an excuse for it.

“Doesn’t matter, princess. She’s gonna realise the mistake she’s made, and she’ll come around, and the Order will help protect her,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. “And if she doesn’t come to her senses... we’re not gonna hurt her, I promise. I’ll make sure of it.”

You faced up, meeting his sparkling eyes in the dark.

“But, Ronnie, what if she hurts me?” your question was barely audible, you were scared to even say something like that.

“She won’t. I won’t let her,” Ron muttered, kissing your forehead. “She’ll have to kill me first.”

Still looking into his eyes, you finally smiled. Not happy, but hopeful. You had Ron, and he was all you ever needed. He was your home, your best friend.

“I love you, Ronnie,” you whispered in a quick moment of bravery. You were not worried he wouldn’t feel the same, you weren’t worried if you were dumb to say such a thing.

But, as your home, he had the right to know. If it came to you, you could spend whole days telling him how much you loved him.

His eyebrows shot up, surprised at what he had heard. Somehow, Ron knew that you meant that you loved him as a woman loves a man, not as simple friends. He knew because of your hearts beating in the same rhythm, the exchanged looks causing goosebumps and colouring the cheeks, and the touches leaving trails on the body.

“I love you too, princess,” he whispered back, and all your worries suddenly disappeared.

Ron was in a sudden peace. He knew you weren’t going anywhere. You were his and he was home too.

#ron weasley #ron #ronald weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron x reader #ronald weasley x reader #Harry Potter #the weasleys #the burrow #fred and george #Draco Malfoy #death eathers #dark lord #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #ronald weasley x you #ron x you #ron x y/n

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poesparakeet-fics · 3 years

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Here you go, you thirsty beasts.

This one got long so it’s a 2 parter! It’s SFW, so enjoy it at the link or here in the post.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caduceus Clay & The Mighty Nein, Caduceus Clay & Jester Lavorre, Caduceus Clay & Mollymauk Tealeaf, Caduceus Clay & Yasha Characters: Caduceus Clay, Jester Lavorre, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Yasha (Critical Role), Nott | Veth Brenatto Additional Tags: Tickling, Revenge, Shrinking, wild magic mishaps, safeword, Teasing Summary:

Caduceus has made a habit of tickling some of his companions, be it as a cheer-up, a settle-down or a playful punishment. When a mishap with some wild magic makes his smaller than his friends, a few decide to get a little revenge.

FIC

Caduceus didn’t mind arcane magic most of the time, after all, Caleb used his with great expertise. But he was getting real tired of wild magic, real fast.

When Jester had cast her guiding bolt she’d gotten butterflies, for Mother’s sake. He’d tried to heal Fjord and saw everything around him start to stretch and grow. They kept fighting, of course. It wasn’t until the last of the shrieking horrors was lying dead that he realized what had actually happened.

The world hadn’t grown, he had shrunk. Which was, to be fair, easier to deal with. Still, he was feeling pretty sorry for himself as he sat with his feet dangling from the side of their kitchen table, now only a few inches taller than Veth.

A visiting Shadowhand was peering at Caduceus with a small frown on his face before scratching his head and sighing.

“Alright. The bad news is, I don’t think we can dispel it. Jester said you tried a restoration spell?”

Caduceus nodded glumly.

“Well the good news is, it will almost certainly wear off. The spell is using energy to maintain this form in you, it will run out of that energy eventually. But… I cannot tell you how long it will last. Based on the rate of decay I would guess a few days but that is some conjecture on my part.”

Caduceus let out a sigh.

“Thank you for your help, Essek. I guess I’ll just have to live with my current… uh… change in perspective for the time being.”

“Yes, a good attitude to keep. I’m sure it’s been a long time since you were that small.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess I would have been a baby. Maybe I’ll ask Veth for pointers.”

“I think that all of her advice will involve climbing, Herr Clay. You might need to make your own way.” Caleb chuckled from his seat nearby. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He had been watching Caduceus like he was a puzzle, but now he was smiling, having been assured that the situation wasn’t too serious.

“Yeah, you might be right.”

Caduceus hopped off the table, turning to see Caleb smothering a little half smile. Caduceus pointed a finger accusingly.

“You cut that out.”

“I’m very sorry. It’s just… it is very cute.”

…

“Caduceus, can I hug you?”

Yasha had walked through covered in rainwater not ten minutes before, but she’d returned in dry clothes. Caduceus, about halfway through drinking a now comically large mug of tea, looked up to meet her gaze. He could see the little haunt of loneliness in her eyes that sometimes creeped in, even in a house full of lovers.

“Yeah, of course.”

He put his tea down carefully before hopping off his seat. He started to pass her into the living room, but Yasha sat at the table and pulled him into her lap instead.

“Woah!”

“Sorry!” Yasha rushed out, “I didn’t mean to surprise you! You were lighter than I thought you’d be!”

“It’s OK,” Caduceus assured her, “I’m just not used to being picked up.”

Yasha wrapped him up in her arms. “Is this alright?”

He relaxed as she coiled herself around him, face buried in his soft hair.

“Yeah. That’s very nice.” Being held so literally felt old and new at the same time.

Yasha nuzzled his head. “I’ve wanted to do this since you shrunk. I love you when you’re big, but it’s so nice to get to squeeze you for once!”

Caduceus chuckled. “It’s nice to be squeezed, honestly.”

“And you’re so cute! I just want to eat you up! Omnomnom!”

Caduceus felt his whole spine twist on instinct when Yasha gnawed playfully at the back of his neck.

“No-ho!” He squeeked, so high pitched that both of them froze in shock.

“Aw, Caduceus…”

“... It would be really unfair to tickle me. Just because you’re bigger than me now--” He was cut off when he had to press his lips together to smother another peel of laughter.

Yasha grinned with her teeth still pressed against his skin.

“I dunno, you tickle the others plenty.”

“Because they need it!”

“Hehe. I think that’s probably true, but they never get you back because you’re always so scared of hurting them by accident. Isn’t that because you’re bigger than them?”

She blew a raspberry on the side of his neck that made him squeal far too loud. He heard approaching footsteps.

“No no no nonono!” He squeaked when he realized what they meant.

Jester bounded through the door first, magnetically drawn to any ticklish sounds in her vicinity. She stopped in her tracks when she walked into the kitchen to see a smiling Yasha with a giggling fun-sized firbolg in her lap, now curled in a desperate little ball within her embrace to avoid the fingers pinching at his tummy.

“Oh my goodness, is little Caduceus ticklish?”

“Nohoho!” Caduceus tried to plead or run, but his laughter was blocking the former and a meaty arm was blocking the latter.

“Mmhmm,” Yasha answered with one hand clawing his belly, not even out of breath for the effort she was expanding to thwart his escape, “I think big Caduceus is too, he’s just easier to tickle now.”

Molly and Veth stumbled in behind Jester. Molly had a grin on his face, coming to stand behind her and rest his chin on her shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

“Hey, he’s being real loud, eh?”

“Huh?” Jester answered.

“Well, it seems like he might need to settle down a little.”

“Ooh,” Jester giggled, “I think you’re right Molly!”

Caduceus felt a cold chill splash down his back. Sure, he’d seen this coming, but it didn’t stop the escalation of shivery, giggly panic through his system. And running was not working out for him.

“Well,” Molly purred, “Isn’t it lucky that we have such well established guidelines for getting someone to settle down.”

Caduceus switched gears, climbing further into Yasha’s lap instead and clinging to her shoulders.

“Please! Don’t let them get me!”

“I dunno…” Yasha teased as the tieflings stalked closer.

“No! Yasha, they’ll kill me!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t let them kill you. But you do deserve this just a little, don’t you?” Yasha lowered her voice, all but whispering in his velvety ear, “Don’t forget, licorice works for you too.”

Caduceus whimpered. Ok, so did he deserve it? Yes. Probably. A little. Had there been a few times where he’d tickled a tiefling to pieces less because they needed to settle down and more because it was fun? Maybe. Perhaps. A couple of times, tops.

He took a deep breath to try and steel himself, shutting his eyes tight in the hopes that not seeing them coming would somehow save him. Yasha chuckled in his ear, seeming to sense his acceptance of this fate.

“Heh. OK,” she whispered in his ear.

Fingers as strong as barrel bands gripped his ankles and Yasha stood up. The world spun. Balance upended, Caduceus eye’s shot open to see the devilish forms of his approaching friends as they cheered Yasha on, only upside- down. Yasha was hanging him by his ankles.

“Don’t be too mean or I’m eating tief toes for dinner, got it? He’s not used to it.”

Molly’s smile became razor sharp and Jester clapped her hands. Caduceus could only hug himself and try to keep his shirt from falling over his head.

“Not used to getting a taste of his own medicine, you mean? Seems to me that should be corrected.” Molly purred.

"Ah! Can we please talk about this?" Caduceus asked, the tiniest hint of a whine making its way into his usually rumbling voice.

"You can talk all you want, Caduceus!" Jester bent over to put her face next to his. She gave him a teasing wink before planting a sweet little kiss on his cheek.

"Veth?" He asked, looking pleadingly at his fellow (currently) small creature, "Solidarity? Please?"

Veth just laughed at him. "Nah."

"But you're going to help us though, right Veth?" Jester asked, voice full of mischief. "When will you get the chance to tickle Caduceus again?"

"Heh. Nah." The halfling answered, strolling out of the room. "I'm good, thanks."

"Humph." Jester pouted for a moment, but it quickly morphed into a wicked little smile as she reached out to tickle Caduceus' long velvety ears.

"Ahhahaha- hehe- ha... no... no... MOLLY GET AWAY FROM THERE!"

The other tiefling cackled with glee, pinching Caduceus' knees. The firbolg’s legs pumped on reflex, his body wiggling like a worm on a hook.

"So loud! You're not settled yet, love, just relax."

"I wahahahas born settled!"

"Oh reeeally? Jester teased him, hands jumping up to poke and pinch at his ribs, effortlessly dodging any attempt he made to block her. "Then why are you so loud and wiggly, huh?"

'B-because you- eeheeheehee! Tiheheheckles!"

"Does it?" Molly taunted, dropping down to Jester's level and fluttering his hands across his belly.

"Yehehes!"

"Excellent!" Molly cheered, before grabbing the hem of Caduceus' shirt and yanking it down over his head.

Caduceus squawked, temporarily blinded by the homespun linen that was now tangled around his elbows. He started to fight with it, trying to push it down (up?) again to cover his downy torso, for all the good it was doing. Then he felt a cool pair of lips press against his belly, and he squealed before Jester could even begin.

Ppppbbbbtt

“Aaaaiii! NahahaHAA! STAHAP!”

Caduceus’ pleas fell on deaf ears, Jester only pausing long enough to take a deep breath and giggle to herself before she hit him again.

"Yes! Wish I could grow a beard just for this, you fuzzy bastard." Molly crowed.

Caduceus whimpered frantically, his shirt somehow transformed into an impossible maze that kept him blinded and defenseless.

An ominous silence was followed by a deadly double attack made Caduceus’ voice crack with the force of his squeal. “AHAaaA! LICORICE!”

The both backed off right away, leaving Caduceus dizzy and catching his breath. Jester started to help him get untangled from his shirt. Molly grinned down at him before taking a deep, threatening breath to make Caduceus shriek in anticipatory panic.

Molly didn’t get a chance to make good. In one more dizzying instant Caduceus was set upright on his feet, watching Yasha chase Molly out of the room.

“WHAT did I say?”

“C-come on I wasn’t gonna do it! Yasha! Please! He threatens me like that all the-- Nooo!”

Jester chuckled at Caduceus’ dazed expression, pulling him into a cuddle where they stood.

“You OK Caduceus?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“That’s good. It was fun to tickle you for a change!”

“Well I’m glad it was fun, because when I’m big again there are going to be consequences.”

Jester just giggled at him, then tugged him to sit on a chair and put his tea cup back in his hands with a kiss on his cheek.

#sfw #critickle role #critical role #tk fic #tickle fic #Caduceus Clay #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf

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kellbellsparkles · 3 years

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A Ratchet x Talwyn one shot story called "Special Child" told through the eyes of their special needs hybrid daughter, Reena

Hello. My name is Reena Pan Apogee Dipper. I'm almost five-years-old. I live with my Mommy, Daddy, and bestest friend, my Uncle Clank. We're always together. They tell me I'm a very special child. It makes me happy when they're happy. That's why I try not to cry when I feel pain. They give me a special medicine everyday to make it go away. It helps when they hug me and kiss me, too.

Daddy made me a super comfy chair on wheels that's my favorite color: red. He added seats and seatbelts for my teddies so we can play and be together forever. I love my blankie my Mommy gave me. Mommy and Daddy said, "it's a ray of sunshine for our ray of sunshine".

I would like it if I could play with the other kids. We could ride down a hill like the roller coasters I've seen on TV. I wonder if Daddy could help me walk like he made my chair for me all by himself. I decided that's what I want for my birthday.

I asked Daddy, "Daddy, can you make me a way to walk for my birthday?"

He didn't say yes or no. He petted my head and put Uncle Clank on my lap.

"How about Uncle Clank tells you a story before bedtime?"

"But Daddyyyy…."

I didn't understand why he didn't answer me. He just wheeled me to my bed, unbuckled my seatbelts, picked me up, and tucked me in.

"I love you, sunshine," Daddy said. He kissed my head

"I love you, too, Daddy…."

He left and closed the door. I had Uncle Clank with me, but I was still sad and confused.

"What's happening, Uncle Clank? Why did Daddy do that?"

Uncle Clank held my hand.

"Reena," he said. His eyes looked so sad to me. "Your Mommy and Daddy love you very much. They want you to have a happy, healthy life."

"I know," I said. "But Daddy didn't answer my question."

"You are going to be five tomorrow, yes?"

"Uh huh."

"I think it is important for you to know the truth now so you can better understand when you are older. Your Mommy and Daddy are different from one another. Your birth is unlike anything the universe has ever seen. It has come with its set of challenges that children will never know or should have to know."

"But challenges are meant to be won."

"Sometimes. You are not wrong, Reena. However, some challenges are too great and too difficult to defeat. Your Mommy and Daddy don't always let you have what you want to teach you discipline and to appreciate what you have. At other times, they are absolutely unable to give you what you want."

"Unable to? Even if they really wanted to?"

"That is correct."

I could feel myself about to cry even though I made a self promise not to.

"So I may never be able to walk? Or play with the other kids?"

"There will be a way for you to play with the other kids. I know there will. I promise. It is just your Mommy and Daddy are very protective of you and have not seen a way to make play time safe for you and they fear the other kids will not understand."

"Sure they'll understand. They all seem so nice and look like they're having fun all the time."

Then, I heard Mommy crying in the hall.

"Oh dear," Uncle Clank said. He tried to take out my hearing aids, but I didn't let him. I held my hands over my ears.

"Don't take them!" I begged.

"But children should not be concerned by their parents's worries. They are not your responsibility."

"But--"

"Talwyn," I heard Daddy say. "It's going to be okay."

"Please stop saying that!" I heard Mommy cry. "We both know it's my fault she's like this!"

"That's in the past. We need to focus on what we can do for her now."

"What we're doing now isn't getting rid of the curse! She doesn't deserve to live the rest of her life in agony! Isn't it terrible that her own mother is thinking she'd be better off in heaven?? Just say it!!"

Clank hugged me suddenly.

"Do not mind them," he told me. "They are having an adult conversation."

Curse. Heaven. Those words played over and over in my head.

"Uncle Clank?" I said. "Am I cursed?"

He laid down with me, still hugging me.

"Reena, what I am about to tell you must be our secret, alright? Your Mommy and Daddy never wanted you to know this."

I hugged Uncle Clank back tightly. I had never felt so scared in my life.

"Okay, Uncle Clank."

"Before you were born, your Mommy and Daddy did not always get along. Your mother turned to a drug that made her bad feelings disappear, but it didn't make them stay away. That's what drugs do: they make us think you feel better but they do the exact opposite and make us hurt the ones we love."

"That's exactly what Captain Qwark said."

"And he is absolutely right. What do we do when someone offers us alcohol or an unknown substance?"

"We say no!"

"That is a good girl."

Uncle Clank stroked my hair. I always love it when he, Daddy, and Mommy do that.

"When the drug lost its effect," Uncle Clank added. "Your Mommy entered a dangerous and illegal racing competition to the death. Think of any possible bad thing a criminal can do, they gathered there."

"But Mommy wasn't a criminal…. Was she?"

"She was not. The race also attracted lost people with no help and nowhere to go. She was alone and could have been killed at any moment. At the same time, you were in her tummy. A competitor cast a spell on you while you were still inside. The spell was that you could never die, even if you were to be born too soon. That is exactly what happened. If not for the spell, then you most certainly would not have had a chance to live."

"But Mommy called it a curse. Why?"

My chest started to hurt.

"Should I be alive?"

"Reena," Uncle Clank said in a very gentle voice. "Sweetie, none of this is your fault. Maybe it will help if I ask you this: do you like being alive?"

"Of course! I have you, Mommy, Daddy, and my toys! I don't care if I can never walk or have to keep taking medicine! I want to stay with everyone!"

I broke my promise and cried. Uncle Clank kept stroking my hair.

"Do you know what else?" he said. "You get to have birthday cake. What is your favorite type of cake again?"

"Ch-chocolate cheesecake."

"It is really yummy, yes?"

"Mmhm…."

"And you know what compliments birthday cake? A scoop of ice cream. What is your favorite kind of ice cream?"

"Cotton candy."

"And what do you like to drink?"

"Strawberry kiwi lemonade!"

I started to feel tons better and be excited for my birthday again.

"Oh dear," Uncle Clank said. "I feel like I am forgetting what else happens on a birthday. Could you help me remember, Reena?"

"Presents!! And singing Happy Birthday and blowing out the candles!! Smashing a pinata and getting all the candy that falls out!! Playing Pin the tail on the Flabberfish!!"

"Oh yes, that is right. But I feel there is one thing missing. Before all that, what are we going to have for lunch?"

"Pizzaaaaaaaa!!"

"And I just so happen to have acquired the ten coupons needed for a single large cosmic crust pizza. With stuffed crust."

"Eeeeee!!"

Me and Uncle Clank hummed and giggled all happy and excited for my birthday. I want it to be the best birthday ever for my Mommy and Daddy, too.

#ratchet and clank #ratchet and talwyn

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qhostqizmo · 4 years

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The Power of Suggestion

Heeheehee I finally wrote this idea after 5k years and it’s even more ridiculous than I envisioned I love it.

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Keeping her feelings a secret was one of the hardest things Essätha felt she’d ever done. Holding her tongue; swallowing her words, choking on a fantasy that at times she could almost believe to be real rattled her. No, it shook her. It was the first distinct sensation she felt that made her as petrified in equal levels as overjoyed. Truthfully, she always wanted a place to call home… she just never expected the impression to come from someone’s arms, and not from some residence of her own choosing.

Even now, it was a raging fight inside of her just to think of him. To look at him. No matter how many times she argued with herself, and tried to convince herself that there was absolutely positively no way in heaven, hell, or earth she could possibly love Lord Amon Thomas Illiad… The truth was he had already unknowingly stolen her heart.

She was either going to get it back in tattered pieces, or not at all.

She prayed the former, but in the warmest light; and not the heartbreak of being unable to love another again for the rest of her days.

It was almost aggravating, watching the nobleman. Why him? She’d met and been with all sorts of other people; had even had a few fancy flings where some dimwitted infatuated individual would claim to her she was the one for them… And she loved the impossible. Her hands itched for the out of reach, and out of bounds.

Just look at him, she berated her heart. He’s accomplished nobility. He’s ruggedly handsome, and clever, and strong, and creative. He dabbles in alchemy and science, and you’d chase bugs and snakes all day like an airhead, given the chance. He’s sensitive, and gentle, and considerate and you’re only as patient as your roots to the ground. That man could have offer his heart to anybody, why would he offer it to someone as plain and uninteresting as you when he’s… extraordinary.

Okay, maybe he enjoyed her company, but he didn’t love her. They were friends; great friends, almost the best of friends she’d dare to say, and nothing more. He trusted her with his past, his confessions, his vulnerabilities; but also with his happiness, his curious trial and error of the world, his jokes. Together they had built a solid foundation of mutual confidence in each other. He knew there was always a place for him beside her, or in her arms, and she felt safe enough to come crawling to him even when she felt ugly and pathetic and the back of her mind still told her to flee.

Having a friend was plenty. Having him in her life in any way she could, was enough.

Why did her stupid heart have to get in the way and ruin it?

It painted her pictures of his fingers intertwined with hers, and of his smile, and those were some of the tamest longings she had. Sometimes it woke her at night, the smell of dog and leather and deep woodlands and rose, and her mind started racing as fast as her pulse. Whispered dreams still clouded her thoughts then. Ideas of this moment never-ending; of just waking in his bed all the time, every day; his eyes lingering on her, of his hands against her, and then his mouth-

And by then she was usually too flushed and humiliated and ashamed with herself to breathe let alone let a single word of how she felt slip out.

They could stay friends. Essie could keep her mouth shut. It would hurt a bit, but she would get used to it. No strings attached, she could go where she pleased still. No commitment, no expectations…

Gods, her heartbeat stutted. What if with him is the only place she wanted to be?

She was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

Frustrated, she lifted her fist to slam it down upon the wooden cart. It startled the warlock beside her to awareness from his trance, and he immediately started to grumble to himself.

“The hell is your problem?”

“Everything!” She exasperated, pouting.

“Okay…” Penimra drawled out, looking at her with a side-glance that said ‘she’s lost her mind’.

Exhaling out raggedly, Essie placed her face in her hands. Curls of her hair were smothered against her face, and she annoyingly dropped her hands back into her lap.

“Pen I… I have a bit of a personal question for you.”

“Oh shit, personal questions aren’t really my thing. Maybe you should ask Abe-” his breath hitched- “…Adela.”

Doing her best to ignore the high-elf’s stumble over their former Paladin’s name, she twiddled her thumbs together and nibbled on her lower lip. Her eyes moved towards the hauntingly creepy bird-like beak of the man beside her. It took a considerate amount of strength not to ogle the one she really wanted to look at some yards away, speaking with Sulhadur.

“What was it like for you, being in love?”

The cursed noble elf looked shocked, and then sour, and then sad. He whipped his head away, turning his elongated nose up. No amount of snobbery could hide the hurt in his voice, however.

“I thought it was fantastic, until I realized it was a lie. Love is rarely real and true, or as dramatized as all those little plays and books make it out to be.”

“Oh.”

“… Why do you ask?” the warlock begrudgingly inquired after a few awkwardly silent seconds.

She shrugged mutely, looking back down at her hands.

Penimra remained silent for a blessed few more moments. Then, he scoffed.

“Why don’t you just tell Amon how you feel? You’ll save us all from your moping.”

Essätha’s jaw hit the floor.

“Are you serious? I can’t just- just walk up and tell him!”

“Well humans haven’t adapted the ability to read minds, so good luck with ever making it to first base.”

“Why did I ever think I could ask you anything,” she grumbled, crossing her arms.

“Because we have no dad to go to,” he sulked in answer, lowering his head.

Now who was moping?

Sighing, Essie propped her elbow up on the side of the wagon, staring hopelessly at her nobleman. If only she had the courage to tell him. Maybe she’d consider asking Adela, if the sorceress hadn’t previously held such an ugly grudge against Amon; or had such a snarky, almost degrading way of speaking to her. Abernathy would probably have a good suggestion…

Suggestion!

Perfect; that’s just what I need!

“What’s perfect?”

Oh, she’d said that aloud. Whoopsie. No matter, she thought eagerly, beaming and brimming at the edges, about to burst. She would need him anyway.

“Pen, cast Suggestion on me!”

The elf cocked an eyebrow, resting a hand upon the golden nipple-chain lying across his tummy. “Why should I do that?”

“You could order me to tell Amon how I really feel!” she squealed eagerly, leaning towards the elf with sparkly eyes. “Pleeeaasseee?”

“I don’t know; I don’t like telling people what to do…”

She deadpanned at him.

“Okay okay- but what do I get out of it?” the warlock inquired with snob, flinging his voluminous golden hair around with a twirl of his finger.

“I’ll leave you the hell alone,” the Yuan-Ti replied simply.

Pen’s eyes widened to delighted saucers, and his creepy beak seemed to appear to grow a smug grin. “Done. Now, sit still, and don’t reject the magic…”

Closing her eyes, Essie breathed out deeply. She let her guard down. A shiver of anticipation moved over her spine as Pen waved his hand in the air, and garbled an incantation that sounded frightening and inhuman. She could feel tingles in her fingertips, and to the roots of her hair.

“There,” the elf sighed, “now off with you, you’re ruining my beauty rest.”

Blinking slowly, the sorceress’ looked around. She didn’t feel any different. There was no sudden urge, no draw, no deep and unforeseen need to complete anything… She felt nothing. Nothing unusual, nothing out of the ordinary.

Essätha turned her head to look towards the nobleman, and lost her breath. Her pulse quickened. Her body almost shuddered with yearning.

Now she felt it.

Climbing out of the cart, she buzzed straight past Ravamora. The short wood-elf glanced towards her skeptically. There was a pep in her step; a charge around her that drew the rogue’s gaze. Was it from the spell? Who knew. She felt excited, and scared, but unable to refrain herself. The enchantment had a snare on her, and even if she was terrified, there was no stopping it now. One way or another, she was going to have her answer.

Her footsteps felt heavier as she approached the crimson Dragonborn paladin, and the warrior that cradled her heart. The former didn’t notice her approach, but Amon certainly did. He perked up, his head swiveling to her. The darkness of his eyes held a little twinkling light in them as he smiled at her. Especially for her.

She could melt right then and there.

“Everything alright, Essie?”

Gods, he had such a lovely tone in his voice. He had his own force of casting, but it felt like the spells only worked on her. She swayed a bit, rocking her heels into the dirt while wearing a timid smile.

“Yes,” she squeaked, her voice cracking. Very confident.

Puzzled, the nobleman calculated her expression. Whatever he found seemed to be enough for him; the slight creases of worry that etched around his eyes instantly vanished. He offered her his hand; the most natural reaction in the world. She accepted, stepping in closer. Unnecessarily closer.

Was it just her imagination, or did his breath just catch, too?

“Oh, hey Essie,” Sulhadur chimed in, looking up from the stake he’d planted in the ground to secure the first tent. A toothy grin spread across his muzzle, and a small curl of smoke as he chuckled wisped up from his nostrils as he inquired, “Were you hoping to join us in pitching tents?”

“I would not,” she laughed, offering out her free arm to flex. “Still don’t have your muscles, I’m afraid. If you really wanted someone to supervise, though…”

“That’s okay, we’ve got this, then.”

It’s now or never, idiot.

Stalling, she chewed her lower lip. Breathe in, and breathe out.

“Actually, Sulhadur,” she drew out, slowly, capturing their golden eyes before the Dragonborn could turn fully away from her, “Could you… help Pri’cha with the fire?”

The lie stumbled out, unconvincing. Less convincing still, as the Paladin craned his head to look over her, to where the Thri-Kreen cleric was neatly stacking wood.

“You want me… To help our cleric of Pelor… Who has all the means to light their candles, and summon fire, with… making a fire?”

Even Amon gave her an odd look. She tried not to sweat, or squirm too much.

“Yes!”

“… Alright,” Sulhadur agreed, heaving a grumbling sigh. He nodded to the nobleman, muttering, “I’ll be back to help with the rest in a moment.”

Amon nodded, saying nothing. His eyes trailed the red Dragonborn until he was well out of earshot, and then he turned his confused gaze back unto her.

“What was that about? Why do you want me alone?”

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no-

Breathing in sharply, Amon placed a hand to her waist. It sent spiraling waves of heat blooming through the fabric of her clothes, into her skin.

“Essätha, you’re shaking!”

This was stupid! She couldn’t just tell him! She couldn’t just shout it out of nowhere!

The concern in Lord Amon’s deep blue eyes made her stomach flip, and do somersaults. He held her gaze steady, like the rest of her. The anchor of his hand to his side, and their laced-together fingers kept her warm. His small, worried smile creeping up his lips kept her face warm in turn. Everything about him was always so grand and wonderful; his inky black hair, his sculpted figure, his chiseled face, and he was so close, now. The smell of his cologne was a bit faded compared to the aroma of sweat from many days hard work with few opportunities to do more then wash up with waterskins and stream-water, but he was still the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on.

“Is everything okay?” he ushered; gentle, compelling.

He was adorable and so gentlemanly, heavens above. Essie tightened her grip on his hand, holding it close to her face. She sighed, sweet and soft, while resting her cheek against the back of his hand.

Amon’s lips parted. He seemed like he was having almost as much trouble breathing as she felt she was. Suddenly, she found her smile. She wore it timidly, but not without pride, and not without a flicker of reverence.

“I’m going to tell you something crazy, and… I don’t want you to run from me, when I say it.”

“Okay,” the nobleman exhaled raggedly. He squeezed her hand tighter, his boots shuffling closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He was close enough that if she wanted to, she could easily lean in to kiss him without losing her balance. It made her dizzy; almost as much as his eyes did. She was falling, sinking, and there was no coming out of it. The darkness swallowed her whole.

She swallowed her nerves down. The tingling sensation of the power of the Suggestion was gnawing at her, now. It was stronger, now. Biting at her. Clawing. Ripping at her chest, her throat. The words wanted to escape her unconsciously. If it were possible to rip out a beating heart and hand it over as an expression of love, and not die, she’d probably do that, right now. But this was going to be almost as close a reference to that.

“I’m in love with you.”

The expecting, questioning expression the Briarton Protector wore suddenly diminished. His hand clasped so tightly to her, she feared what it meant. With his eyes wide, and his mouth hanging open, he stared at her with an increasing shade of pink turning red on his face.

Had he forgotten how to breathe?

As the power of the spell left her body, numb and cold, Essie tried to explain herself in quick, nervous rambling: “I’m sorry this- this isn’t what you expected. I- I understand you’re probably shocked. I didn’t want to tell you, but I was having trouble moving forward, or focusing without telling you. I thought that m-maybe if I told you…” She gasped, strangling for air before continuing, “If- If you don’t return the feeling at-… At least I would get s-some… some closure. That I could move on…”

Still speechless, he made no response as she reached for him, lightly cupping the side of his face. The nobleman did not flinch, but nor did he come closer. He was like marble; a statue to her touch.

“I’m… I’m so sorry if telling you has… has ruined your impression of me… I… I just hope we can still be friends. I hope you can still trust me, as your friend. I love you, m’lord Amon, but that doesn’t mean-”

“Stop talking.”

“What? Why? I want you to understand-”

“Essätha,” Amon rasped, squeezing her hand firmly. “I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t want you to regret loving me, or telling me you love me.”

Stunned, the lonely woman tried to absorb his words… Where was he going with this?

Pulling their interlocked hands away from her face, Amon loosened his grip on hers. The detachment burned, but not for long. He pressed her, palm up, to his chest. She gasped, feeling the thunder of his racing heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

“Feel that?”

She nodded slowly, her eyes lost in his.

“That’s how I feel, every day, looking at you,” Amon whispered.

Her mouth suddenly fell open in a long, shaky exhale.

Oh…

Oh.

Oh?

Voice straining thickly, the nobleman rasped through his chuckling, “And all this time, here I thought there was no way you could… that you’d possibly…”

He let go of her hand, allowing it to remain pressed to his chest. He slid his palm in a scorching line from her waist, around to her lower back, bringing her in closer.

If she was breathless a second ago, she was absolutely winded now. All she was aware of was her pulse, running a crazy triathlon, and Amon’s beneath her palm.

He cupped her chin, encouraging her to tilt her head back.

So close. So close oh Gods she couldn’t breathe, all there was was him and his smile and his eyes upon her-

“May I kiss you, Essätha Meduza?” he inquired, his voice a hoarse whisper.

This was utterly, completely, totally surreal. It was like dreaming, but she was wide awake, and he was right there in front of her, and she was in his arms…

“Yes.”

The brush of his beard was a bit ticklish, but his lips were soft, and incredibly patient. It was barely a layer above being chaste, but it was incredibly tender, devoted, and affectionate.

“Wow…” she breathed; finally breathed, feeling a strange buzz as though drunk, or high, or all of those things and more.

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a quirky, somewhat shy smile. He laughed softly once more, the warm of his laughter billowing over her and making her shiver.

“I love you, too, Essie.”

“Really?”

Faint, hopeful. Let this not be a dream, let this not be a dream…

“Yes,” Amon breathed, nuzzling his nose to hers intimately. He held her tighter; pulling her firmly to her chest so that her hand had no where to go but to his shoulder for support. “With all my heart, yes.”

And she’d thought…

Biting her lower lip, her gaze flickered away from the intensity of his eyes, and back again. He was still looking to her as though she put all the stars in the sky.

Wow.

Diving her fingers into the depths of his hair, Essätha cradled the back of his head; urging him closer as she pressed her lips to his in a far deeper, more passionate kiss. They parted with her shaky gasp, and Amon’s heavy, panting breathing.

“Maybe I should have said something months ago.”

Amon swore in elvish quietly. “Or maybe I should have.”

She offered a nervous grin to his cheeky one.

“Uh… Are you two just going to make-out over here or…”

Adela’s intruding voice had them scrambling apart, both covered in an equally dark shade of scarlet.

The tiefling shook her head at them, sighing. She muttered something beneath her breath, stepping away with a swish of her tail.

Not daring to meet the look of forever dancing in the want of his eyes, Essie opted to looking at the grass instead. Her gaze met his hand though, as he reached to hold hers in a gentle grip.

“… We’ll talk later,” he suggested, his voice still light and airy; as though living in his own dream.

She raised her eyes to meet his. Her lips parted again, nodding stupidly.

Amon appeared fixated on her once more. He leaned in, his eyes going half-mast.

“Amon, why don’t you actually help finish pitching the tents before it’s hellishly dark out.”

Swearing softly in elvish, he tore his gaze away. Essie was left gaping after him like a fish out of water as he almost stomped past Adela, who was wearing an amused smile as he went to join Sul.

Slowly, Essie raised her fingertips to press to her lips.

Oh dear Gods.

Oh Gods.

Had that just happened? Had he really just kissed her?

Wearing a giddy, elated grin, she let out a shrill squeal, throwing her fists up in the air. She caught both Adela and Ravamora’s wandering eye as she stopped hopping up and down. The former slapped a hand over her face, and Rava just looked disinterested.

Royally flush and embarrassed, she turned to look hopefully to where Amon was. He was gazing at her with the goofiest, fondest grin. Luckily, Sul had apparently tasked him with the deity of holding the spike steady for him to puncture it in the ground the first few hits, otherwise she felt he’d be really doing nothing at all. Pri had taken it upon themselves at this point to join them, too; the fire now roaring, the follow of Pelor was placing a spike nearby in with one hand, holding the hammer in the other.

Bouncing on her heels, Essie skipped a few steps, and then raced the remaining distance towards the wagon. She lunged against it, causing a bruising pain to her abdomen as she half ran into it, half scrambled on board as Penimra was once more awoken from his meditation with a squawk.

“ACK! What do you want, you hellish harpy of a woman?!”

“I did it, Pen! The spell worked; your Suggestion worked! I told him, and he recuperated, and it worked! Thank you!” She grinned from ear to ear, nearly feeling like her face would split in too. The smile hurt so much, her eyes teared up.

The high-elf looked her up and down. Drawling out a loud ‘pssh’, he flung his hand absently in the air, as if warding her off. They leaned back once more, throwing another arm dramatically over their eyes to block the fading sunlight.

“I don’t even know the spell, Essätha. I never cast Suggestion upon you. You needed some incentive, and you worked up the courage yourself to do it. Yay you,” he finished, sarcastically.

Her expression went entirely blank. “Penimra, I’m going to…”

“Thank me, again? Worship me? I know, I’m such a giver-”

“Strangle you, you little bastard! How dare you; you could have told me you didn’t know the spell!”

They shrugged. “This was much faster, and easier. You’re welcome.”

Her cheeks swollen with air, and bright red, she dove for the high-elf in fit of hisses and screeching.

Sulhadur, meanwhile, looking up from his work to wipe his brow, and look over at the cart being thrown from side to side as the twosome threw weak, flailing limbs and spat venomous threats at each other.

“Should we stop them…?”

Adela rested her shoulder on the Dragonborn’s head, shaking her head with a sigh.

“Nah, let them hash it out their own way.”

#qhost story #Essatha Meduza #Amon Illiad #OTP: Essamon #softly written #ft: Noisy Bastards #ft: Penimra Korvis

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circusgender · 4 years

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hello friend if you were a wizard what kind of spells would you cast??

i would cast healing spell to make my tummy stop hurting :( and also trans your gender

#askz

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gruviafan-forever · 5 years

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I KNOW THIS RAIN

Juvia X Gajeel Brotp one shot

After finishing the week long S-class mission, Gajeel and his exceed partner Pantherlily were returning home to meet his small, cute family which consists of his lovely wife Levy and 4 year old adorable twins whom he missed very much.

He was very much excited to go home and play with his children in the park as it was a bright sunny day in the Magnolia.

As he was making his way home, suddenly the weather changed into heavy down pour much to his disappointment.

“Wasn't it supposed to be a sunny day? But why is it raining cats and dogs?” Lily inquired his friend while flying to a nearby shed to escape from the rain.

As the rain fell on Gajeel, he knew instantly this rain was not natural type but of someone's who he was very well accustomed to.

“Hey this is Juvia's rain. Lily, I'm going to that stripper's place. You go home and inform Levy about my visit to Juvia. Got it.” Gajeel left Lily running towards the Fullbuster's residence.

It's been a month since Juvia got married to her beloved Gray-sama after dating for 4 years.

It took a lot of willpower for Gray to go down on his knees in front of the whole guild to propose his lady-love, something he was against at the start but complied to show the world how much she meant to him in his life.

Of course, Gajeel threatened Gray and took promise from him that he would never hurt Juvia in any way.

But this rain which was pouring down is a sign that Gray failed to keep his promise alive.

For Gajeel, Juvia was one of his true best friends with whom he spent a considerable portion of his life. She was with him during his good and bad days as a morale support.

Now this role is being taken by his wife, then too Juvia didn't stray her relationship with him and helped in many situations.

To him, she was a sister who he didn't have by blood and same goes for her as well.

When he reached the doors of Fullbuster residence, it was unlocked so he went in but none were there in the living room.

“Juvia”

“Juvia…. Where are you?”

“Stripper!!! Where are you?”

He called out but was met with no response. He sniffed the air in the house and found out that Juvia was in her bedroom which is in the upstairs.

He entered the room only to see her crawled on the bed crying her eyes out.

She looked miserable as her eyes were red and puffed from crying continously.

Seeing her in this state, his blood boiled and cursed Gray. He took a mental note to beat the hell out of him once he comes back.

Juvia was sobbing so hard that she didn't notice the presence of her bestfriend until he called her out, “Sprinkler, What happened? Why are you crying like this? Where is that stripper? Answer me.”

He got near the bed only to be tackled by her hug and cried on his shoulders.

Gajeel gently patted her back. He knew for now, it was important for him to calm her down as the weather grew even more worse with the addition of thunderstorm.

He asked her the same questions but she remained silent. Once she calmed down a bit after crying for an hour on his shoulders.

“Hey listen, you go and freshen up. As you look miserable with all those tears stains and your voice has become dry and sore.

So I will go down and make some coffee for you. Then tell me what actually is bothering you?”

He ruffled her hairs after giving her a gentle smile which he began to show frequently after dating Levy.

Sometime later, as he was making the coffee in the kitchen, he heard her voice,

“Gajeel-kun!!! Juvia is sorry for making you worry. You must be tired from your week long mission. Go, sit down. Let me make something for you to eat.”

She entered the kitchen only to be stopped by her friend. Now the downpour has become moderate but didn't stop still. She looked a bit better then before.

“Its okay, anything for my friend. Here take this coffee and go sit down on the couch. Tell me what led you to regain that rain?

Moreover, where is that Stripper for husband of yours?” He growled at the last part.

Now sitting on the couch, sipping the coffee Juvia told her friend, “Gray-sama, has gone in search of that idiot?”

Gajeel wondered whom she was referring to as Juvia never had the habit of cursing anyone even if that person is her enemy.

Hearing this Gajeel knew someone else is the reason for her rain not her husband.

Juvia saw the confusion in her friend's face then she blurt out the actual name of that idiot whom she was referring to.

“It's Bora-kun”.

Gajeel was engulfed in rage after hearing that name for the first time in these many years. He was the one who broke Juvia's heart when they were still in Phantom Lords.

When Gajeel came know about this, he took care of Bora in such a way that he was hospitalized for many weeks.

When Juvia thanked him for his concern on her, he just shrugged it off stating he was just passing time by beating the hell out of a random person not that he cared for her.

But Juvia knew what his personality was tough and hard from exterior but soft and kind-hearted from interior. She just smiled and agreed to his answer.

"What did he do this time? Tell me, I will smack him down once again for messing with you." Gajeel gritted his teeth and clutched his fist.

'Juvia met him an hour ago before you came here. She went out for shopping to buy some groceries while Gray-sama was taking nap as he returned today morning from a tiring mission..And.."

Juvia bowed down her head as tears were streaming down her eyes.

Gajeel grew restless as Juvia was beating around the bush without getting to the direct point.

"Sprinkler, get to the point. Why did that bastard trouble you?" He asked in an angry tone. Then Juvia told him everything.

As Juvia was looking for fresh vegetables to make a delicious breakfast for her husband from a whole lot of collections.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned to look at the person all her sore memories of bitter-past relationship came in front of her eyes.

"Hey isn't this the rain woman I knew? How are you?" He smirked at her.

"Juvia is good,Bora-kun. How have you been all this while? Fine, I guess. Anyways, Juvia is in hurry. See you later. Bye"

Juvia smiled and left without buying the vegetables as she didn't want to associate with this man any longer and in any ways.

Bora grabbed her wrist,

"No!!! Stop right there, Juvia. It's been a long time since I last saw you. Why don't we hang out together for sometime?" He asked.

"Hey Juvia, you look beautiful and sexy now. I guess, you must be single. Come let's resume our love life."

He smirked and began to release his charm magic to allure her into his trap.

As Juvia has found her real love in her life, she didn't fall that devilish trap. She took this moment to escape from his grip.

"Sorry, Bora-kun but Juvia is married. She is leading a happy life with her Gray-sama who showed her the sunshine.

So don't mess with her anymore. Moreover, Juvia is pregnant so leave her alone."

Juvia shouted at him and began to walk.

Hearing this Bora was taken aback but he suddenly devised an evil plan and smirked at her.

Soon he caught her wrist once again,

"Wait you didn't think of giving us a 2nd shot but went to marry someone else, huh!!

Fine, I don't want your love anyways when we were still in relationship but now I want your body.

Just stay with me for an hour or two and provide the pleasure I'm asking for."

Bora casted a spell to make her mute so that her pleading and voice couldn't be heard by the passersby which might gather some unwanted attention. Only he was the one to hear her voice.

Due to being pregnant, Juvia is not able to use her magic to defend herself. She tried her best to escape from this death trap.

"Juvia, just an hour is enough. So don't try to resist my offer."

She began to cry to other people it looked like she was being consoled by her boyfriend/husband so none suspected anything unusual.

"No, let Juvia go. You are hurting her and her baby."

"So baby is the matter of your concern. Fine, let me clear that hindrance from our path."

Before he could cast another spell on her tummy, he was stopped by the ex-council member Yajima-San.

Yajima-San warned him and sent him flying with his Titan magic. Juvia was traumatized by this incident as in a split second anything could have happened to her's and Gray-sama's baby. She thanked him for his timely help and made way to her house.

Gajeel was both happy and angry from listening to the stuffs Juvia told him now.

"So you are pregnant? Does that Stripper know about this? Are you and the baby alright?"

He asked in concern for the tiny life which was growing in his best friend's womb.

"Gray-sama, doesn't know about this still. Juvia found out 2 days ago that she was pregnant. She was waiting happily to share this news to her beloved but things took wrong turn.

As soon as she came home, she told him everything what happened in the market but she didn't tell this because if Gray-sama came to know that our baby was in danger because of Bora-kun, he would surely kill him.

Juvia doesn't want Gray-sama to be portrayed as murderer."

She began to cry again.

"Juvia was scared that she could have lost the baby before we even got to meet him/her. That's what was bothering her and making her feel worried."

Gajeel gently ran his hand up and down her back to calm her down.

"Juvia, how were you able to cause rain if you can't use magic?" He asked her as he was puzzled.

"Juvia doesn't know about this. But for past one week, she was not able to use magic that's why she went to Porlyusica-San to ask for possible reason and she confirmed that Juvia was pregnant."

Juvia told him as she rested her head on his shoulder still crying her eyes out.

Just then the door opened to reveal Gray Fullbuster without his shirt dripping wet from the rain.

"Oh!!! Its you, Gajeel. Did she calm down? Thanks for taking care of her while in my absence." Gray went upto them.

Soon Juvia hugged her husband and began another wave of crying session on his bare chest.

"Juvia, please relax. I took good care of him. He won't ever mess up with you again. Please stop crying, baby. It is hurting your Gray-sama." He smiled gently and wiped her tears.

"Okay Stripper, now take care of her. I got few works to be done. I'm out of here. Sprinkler, calm down. I will leave, bye."

Gajeel left the Fullbuster couple but was stopped by his friend.

"Gajeel-kun, please don't kill him. Juvia knows you very well where you will go now.

As Gray-sama told you right, he took care of him. Just leave him. I don't want my brother to be a murderer think about your lovely family, you are not alone anymore.

And come tomorrow night for dinner with Levy-San, Lily-San and the kids. We will waiting for you."

Juvia smiled and advised her friend. All Gajeel could do was smile and left the house.

Due to his good hearing ability, he heard his friend telling her husband about the happy news.

He could make out that the ice devil-slayer was thrilled and was letting out happy tears.

It was quite late at the evening when he reached his small house where his cute family waited for his arrival.

"I'm back" He shouted happily and made way into the living room only to be greeted by tackle hug from his 4 year old twin children and a kiss on his cheeks by his lovely wife.

"Welcome back, Gajeel"

"Daddy, we missed you. Even mommy missed you." The eldest twin girl who looked like her mother with black hairs and personality like her father exclaimed while her younger twin brother who had Gajeel's feature dominant with Levy's hair colour and personality just nodded in response.

Now sitting on the dinning table to eat dinner,

"Gajeel, Lily told me that you went to meet Juvia from the railway station itself. What happened to her?

I knew something was off balance when it began to rain heavily without no apparent reason."

Levy asked in concern as she was worried about her friend.

Gajeel told her everything what Juvia said to him.

"But why did it take this long to reach home if you left her place after an hour or so?" Levy inquired her husband while serving him some soup.

Even his children were curious to know why their daddy was late home as they didn't get to have some play time with him.

He remembered what happened after he left her place.

He directly went to the market where Juvia went in morning and tracked that bastard's scent by tracing his scent which he luckily found in one of nearby bar.

He went in to see him groaning in pain as Gray has given him thorough pounding for messing up with his wife.

Now it was Gajeel's turn to do the same for messing with his friend again.

He dragged Bora but his collar and led him to a secluded place and began with his merciless action of beating the hell out of him just like how he used to do when he was still in Phantom Lords.

"Gajeel-San, please forgive me. I'm already disfigured by her husband's beating.

Please don't disfigured me even more. I won't mess up with her again. I swear. Please stop."

Bora pleaded the mighty iron-dragon slayer.

Gajeel didn't listen to his pleas and pounded him until he was satisfied. Poor Bora, hope he survives.

Then he chained him on one of the high wall and left. Before going, Gajeel warned him again,

"If you again cross path with my sister, you will not live to see the next sunrise.

Consider yourself lucky, that you are still alive from mine and her husband's beating. Juvia didn't tell him the whole story how you tried to harm his kid.

If she would have told him the truth, you would have been dead by now.

If you again mess with her think yourself as good as dead." Gajeel glared at him.

If eyes had the power to pierce something then Bora's heart would have been pierced by now.

Gajeel's thought were halted by his children's voice, "Daddy, what happened to Aunty Juvia?" Even his kids were worried about Juvia.

"Hey Kiddos, soon you are gonna have new playmate with whom you can play and spend time." Gajeel smiled.

"But Daddy, we have Nashi and Rosemary to play with." Both his kids were confused.

"No dear, your aunty Juvia is gonna have a baby. It will be very small just like how you guys were. You can play with the baby and once it grows you can teach him/her how to play." Levy explained to her kids. Gajeel smiled at them.

"Gajeel, you still didn't tell me where you want from Juvia's place?" Levy asked him.

Gajeel didn't want his kids to know about his merciless side and feared that his kids might turn up like him.

So did his best to show and behave good and gentle in front of his kids so that the kids can have better upbringing unlike him.

"Levy, let me tell you later at night. And Juvia called us for dinner tomorrow night. So we will go there, okay kiddos." The kids were thrilled to meet their aunty and more importantly to meet the baby.

"Sure Daddy" Both the kids exclaimed.

#gajeel redfox #juvia loxar #Brotp #frienship #love #protection

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years

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After Anti says periods can't possibly be as bad as Jackie makes them out to be, Marvin decides to teach him a lesson and curses him to have the symptoms of one for a few days so he knows just how horrible they really are ( no blood tho ) . Anti ends up extremely self conscious around the others during this and ends up spending his time with the reader since she's the only one he feels comfortable around till the curse is over. Basically lots of tummy rubs and hair stroking till he's better.

Oof, rest in freakin’ pieces, Anti.

“This bites..” Jackie groaned as he curled up, laying his head on Marvin’s shoulder. His tired, blue eyes glanced down at the yellow pages filled with text and symbols he’d never understand. “..can’t you do anything to stop periods altogether, Marv?”

“I’m not sure,” the magician replied sadly. “Maybe but..I’d rather not risk interfering with organ functions. But this chocolate here should alleviate some of the pain.” He smiled as he handed the hero a piece of dark chocolate.

However as he went to eat it, he heard a scoff from Anti.

“Oh c’mon, hero..you’ve walked around with life-threatenin’ injuries..but this is the one thing that cripples ya? It can’t be that bad.”

Jackie glared at the demon. “You wouldn’t understand how shitty this feels. My accelerated healing may take care of those no problem..but it can’t do a damn thing about what I’m going through right now! So shut your goddamn mouth, Anti, and get off my fucking case!!” With that he turned and buried his face into Marvin’s shoulder, snuggling deeper into the blankets he was wrapped in.

“…..I still think you’re fakin’ it.”

The magician sighed, putting an arm around Jackie as he looked back down at the pages in his book. Then..he came across one spell in particular that caught his eyes.

A pain-transferring spell that is…

Looking back up at Anti, he smirked at him, before his gaze returned to the page. His fingers ghosted over the bolded text as he spoke the words on it, seeing them glow and work their magic.

After a few moments, Jackie sat up, looking at him in confusion. “Hey.. I..suddenly I don’t feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the gut a million times,” he mumbled. “Did you-?”

“GAH! WHAT THE SHIT?!!!”

The two looked over as Anti collapsed to the floor, holding his stomach. “Why the fuck does it feel like someone’s tryna rip out my internal organs?!” He glared at Marvin. “What did ya just do to me you-?!”

“Simple..I transferred the pain of Jackie’s period over to you, Anti,” he smiled as he closed the book. “He still has to deal with the blood, although you are stuck dealing with the effects of dizziness, severe cramping, and slight nausea.”

The demon stared at him, horrified. But then he scowled deeply and tried to get up, only to fall back onto the ground in pain. “L-Look…if…if this is for makin’ fun of him I’m sorry-”

“Ah, ah,” Marvin wagged his finger. “I want this to be an important lesson for you, my friend. Besides..I think Jackie finds this punishment fitting, no?” He glanced back at the hero who nodded in agreement. “So you’ll be feeling the effects for at least…a few days.”

Anti gawked at him, but before he could say anything the other egos entered the room. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, only to cry out in pain once more. He heard Marvin explain to them what was happening, and then…he saw their smirking faces and heard their snickers.

Suddenly he felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed to be seen in such a weak state, so he glitched away and went to the only person he could trust.……..

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Anti suddenly appeared on your bed. But before you could say anything he flopped face first into one of the pillows, groaning loudly in pain.

“Anti what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, setting down your phone and looking at him. He answered you, although you couldn’t quite understand him since his voice was muffled. “I didn’t catch that. What-?”

“M-Marv’s…m-makin’ me feel the effects of the hero’s dumbass period,” the demon turned his head towards you. “A-All I did was tease him about it.”

It took you a minute to process the words he just spoke to you, before you sighed and shook your head. “Well honey..you should know how sensitive he gets about that kind of thing.”

His eyes widened. “W-Wait..you…you aren’t gonna talk him into fixin’ this?? It feels like someone’s tryna fuckin’ gut me with a rusty chainsaw…dipped in acid…and on fire…”

“Marvin never casts curses with malicious intent,” you told him. “I think..this will be a valuable lesson and teach you not to harass Jackie about it…..and not to take periods lightly. On that note I don’t want you to become one of those guys that say “you’re just on your period” to excuse a woman’s anger either.”

The glitch whined softly and crawled over to you, putting his face in your lap. “B-But it hurts so fuckin’ m-much..” He whimpered.

“I know hun, I know that very well.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “But even though you were a jerk to him..that doesn’t mean you have to suffer through this alone. I’ll help you out. He…didn’t transfer the blood part did he?”

“N-No..but..thank ya for not laughin’ like those other a-assholes were..”

“Of course,” you smiled gently.…….

Later on that day, you and Anti were still on the bed. But the demon was now cuddled up to you, wrapped in a soft, fluffy blanket with a heating pad directly on his abdomen.

You removed it for a moment to gently rub his stomach, which made him hum with content and snuggle closer to you.

In that moment you saw Jackie peek into the room. “Hey,” he whispered. “How’s he handling it?”

“He’s doing alright now.” You looked at Anti, seeing his eyes were closed, indicating that the painful cramps must have subsided enough for him to sleep.

“…you should’ve left him to deal with it on his own. Would’ve been funnier.”

“Jackie.” You frowned slightly at the hero. “We both know dealing with periods is excruciating enough. Cut him a little slack.”

“Alright, alright.” He waved his hand in defense. “But…I did talk to Marvin and we both decided that he’ll only have to put up with it until tomorrow night. He’s feeling the effects on my worst day, so it shouldn’t be so bad tomorrow.”

You nodded in understanding. “He’ll be delighted to hear that.”

“But do you think he learned his lesson?”

Humming in thought, you glanced back at the sleeping glitch, a smile appearing on your face as you stroked his hair. “Yep. I believe so.”

#clanask #anonymous #trans jackieboy man #periods #readerinsert #antisepticeyexreader

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strawberryjmilk · 7 years

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of spell books and hauntings | jeon jungkook

word count: 4772

based off of the movie ‘casper meets wendy’

You didn't like living with your overprotective aunts. Plain and simple - they didn't think you could take care of yourself. It was completely untrue - you were a witch for goodness' sake! Taking care of yourself was the one thing you could actually do. Another thing you could do was avoid ghosts - spirits, ghouls, whatever - at all costs. It was something you learned while growing up - witches and spirits did not get along.

Jungkook sighed as he watched his uncles wreak havoc. He hated being a ghost - they were labeled as spooky, disgusting nuisances. Jungkook didn't want to be a nuisance, he just wanted a friend. But, with every human running from him, he could never even speak to them. While Jungkook liked to introduce himself as 'the friendly ghost', his uncles wore their spiritual titles with pride. This caused him to be like the omega of the four spirited group - he obeyed every command given to him.

"Let's go on vacation," Sungjin grinned. Jae and Wonpil grinned at the leader of their group with mischievous smiles. Going on vacation meant freely scaring anyone they pleased. It also means, Jungkook thought as he perked up. I can freely roam as well. "Of course, you're joining us, muscle pig. We need someone to carry the luggage!"

You didn't have many friends, either. Actually, you didn't have any at all. Your aunts had the 'we're witches, we're supposed to be evil' mindset that you couldn't break them out of. Sure, you had a wand and a broom who sometimes talked to you. You could cast spells with the flick of the wrist and you were supposed to be vengeful towards your enemies. But, you always found yourself smiling at strangers in hopes they'd actually talk to you.

"Y/N," your aunt Jihyo spoke. She was currently brewing a potion to sneak into the neighbors' milk cartons. They had a son your age but he had long since stopped smiling at you as they chased him away with sticks. "Stop pouting. Your face looks ugly when you do that."

"But, you'd still love me if I was ugly, right?" You teased them. Even if they got on your nerves, they were family and you always found yourself gravitating towards them for warm hugs. You fluttered your eyelashes as Jihyo looked at you with a deadpanned expression.

"You're family," your aunt Seulgi spoke this time. She sprinkled some cat whiskers into the potion, causing a puff of blue smoke to rise. Waving her hands around to clear the air, she smiled at you sarcastically. "We have no choice - we're stuck with you." Your aunt Jisoo just giggled and stirred the cauldron.

"We can take her off your hands," two voices echoed. The four of you turned to see two boys standing in suits behind you. They slowly walked towards you with sinister eyes. "Im Jaebum really wants your little Y/N."

"Im Jaebum?" Jihyo stuttered out. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. You watched as the two boys trailing closer and closer to you and your aunts. Screaming, Seulgi tipped the cauldron over, spilling it onto the boys. Whistling, your broom flew into your hands as you and your aunts made your way out of the house after making sure the potion made the boys stick to the floor.

"Why were those guys after Y/N?" Jisoo asked as she flew beside you. Your purple-haired aunt sent you a soft smile that comforted you better than a hug ever could. You were soaring in the air but, somehow, you'd never felt safer.

"Im Jaebum sent them," Seulgi spoke. Her orange hair flew behind her, almost creating a halo around her worried face. "So, it can't be anything good."

"Who is that?" You asked as you messed with the hat on your head. You could see Jihyo shake her head and you had the feeling she was rolling her eyes.

"Im Jaebum is trouble," Jihyo muttered darkly. You could barely hear her over the wind but you could still feel the annoyance that seemed to be leaking from her. "And now we're in the middle of it because of you. Thanks, brat." Jisoo and Seulgi just glared lightly at you as you rolled your eyes. As if it was your fault - you didn't even know this oh so dangerous guy.

"This cabin looks nice," Sungjin mused as he floated through a wall. Jae and Wonpil hummed behind him as Jungkook panted, struggling to carry their mounds of luggage. "Oh, it's not empty enough." The four ghosts looked to see a couple staring a them, terrified. Wonpil grinned and chased after them until the cabin was empty.

"Thanks for the room!" Jae shouted before jumping onto an empty bed. "Oi, muscle pig, unpack our bags!"

"We need to blend in," Jihyo muttered as she looked around at the place they'd landed. It was preppy, happy, and the complete opposite of any witch - perfect for hiding. "Remember, no magic! If Jaebum is after Y/N then it's better that we use as little magic as possible."

You sighed and trailed behind your aunts as they persuaded the clerk to let you have a cabin. You would try to stop them from harassing the other visitors but, you knew it would never work. Once outside and away from any normal persons' eye, the four of you quickly changed your outfits with the twirl of a wand. You were happy with your overalls and sweater, ignoring the scoffs from your aunts as you happily trailed behind them.

"Hey, are you new here?" A voice asked. You turned to see a boy grinning at you, a certain aura of smugness surrounded him. "I'm Seungkwan. You should already know that, though."

"I'm Y/N," you spoke back. You smiled lightly at the cute boy, ignoring the glares from your aunts. You conversed with Seungkwan a little longer before you waved goodbye. You knew you needed to distance yourself or your aunts' mischievous ways would drive away a new friend.

"A little re-decorating wouldn't hurt, right?" Jihyo pouted as she looked at the floral wallpaper. Your aunts just looked at each other with grins before pointing their fingers to the right, left, then back wall. Now, you suddenly felt at home with all of the cobwebs and brick walls.

"Wait!" Seulgi suddenly stopped. She grabbed you and Jisoo as you all piled onto the bed in silence. You sat up slowly as you absentmindedly ran a hand through your hair. "Okay, I think we're good. No more big magic - Jaebum's probably tracking us, remember?"

"If we can't use magic, then neither can Y/N!" Jisoo whined as she pointed to you. You gasped dramatically and clutched your wand to your chest. You couldn't let them take your wand - you just couldn't! "Nope! Hand over the wand, brat." Huffing out a breath of anger, you slammed your wand onto the bed.

"Alright," Jihyo sighed. She was now standing in front of the window, peeking out a bit. Turning to you, she had her hands on her hips and a defiant look in her eyes. "We should go see if Jaebum sent out anymore of his men after us. Just to be safe. Y/N, you stay here." They left without another word, leaving you in a cabin of silence. You looked out of your window with a sigh, finding yourself clutching your wand again as your mind drifted.

"We have food!" Jae cheered as Jungkook walked behind him, struggling to carry the heavy tray. Sungjin and Wonpil grinned in delight at the sight of all of the food. Jungkook could almost hear his dead stomach growling in hunger. "Get us some napkins, would you, bunny?" Turning obediently, Jungkook went to grab napkins as he heard the others scarf the food down.

"What?" Jungkook whispered as he looked at the now empty table. Wonpil was licking his fingers as Jae patted his tummy in satisfaction. "Why do you always do this?"

"Do what?" Wonpil taunted Jungkook. The three men looked at Jungkook with a gaze that always made his words falter. "What do you have to say, bunny boy?" Jungkook stuttered before shaking his head, deciding not to stand up to his uncles. It wouldn't really matter, anyways.

Your eyes found the window again, trailing until they found Seungkwan once more. You smiled lightly as you followed him to the arcade, craving comfort. You rehearsed what you would say in your head - you just needed someone to talk to. Taking in a deep breath of courage, you tapped Seungkwan on the shoulder.

"Dammit! Thanks for messing me up- oh, hey!" Seungkwan greeted. His gaze went to the game beside you as he pushed the player away, taking the game for himself. You tried and tried to get the boy to listen to you but, he just wouldn't. The only acknowledgment you received was a roll of his eyes as he gently bumped you farther away from him. "I can't really talk now. Gotta get this high score- oh, watch out!"

"What a jerk," you mumbled to yourself. Smirking, you made sure no one was watching you as you twirled your finger towards his game. The chord sizzled before it steamed out, crashing the game completely. You heard Seungkwan's groan of annoyance as you found yourself walking to an abandoned barn. "I just wanted someone to talk to, is that really so much to ask?"

"Apparently so," a voice answered you back. You looked to see a boy swinging his legs on the ceiling beams of the barn. Your eyes widened immensely as you saw how faded his figure actually was. "That's all I've wanted and no one's ever spoken to me."

"A ghost!" You shrieked. Out of habit, you grabbed your wand and found yourself in your original witchy outfit - pointy hat and all. "I'm warning you - stay away from me! I have a wand and I know how to use it!"

"A witch!" Jungkook yelled as he backed away from you. You found yourselves at opposite ends of the barn, hiding from each other. You began to wonder why Jungkook was afraid of you - surely ghosts were much more frightening than witches. Little did you know, he was thinking the same thing.

"Are you really a witch?" Jungkook meekly asked from his hiding spot. You almost smiled at how soft and quiet his voice was but, you didn't let your guard down.

"Obviously," you scoffed, pointing your wand to your hat. You didn't know if you should be offended or complimented by his question. "So what?"

"I didn't think witches could be so cute," Jungkook thought he mumbled to himself. His pale cheeks seemed to blossom pink as he caught your smile, knowing you'd heard him.

"I guess you're pretty cute, too," you mused. Your lips were pursed as you looked at your wand shyly - if only your aunts could see you now! "You know, for a ghost."

"Why aren't you running away?" Jungkook asked sadly. You slowly stood up as he spoke, noticing he was doing the same. "I mean, ghosts are mean and scary. At least, they usually are. I try to be nice but everyone runs away."

"Well," you began as you walked to the center of the barn. Jungkook met you halfway and soon, you were standing a little too close to the ghost boy. "I guess witches are supposed to be scary, too. But, you're still here. I was always told we shouldn't be friends..." you found yourself trailing off, lost in thought. "We could be friends, right?"

"Of course!" Jungkook grinned. His first friend - and a witch, nonetheless. He was just happy he finally found someone to talk to. "I'm Jungkook."

"Y/N," you smiled back at the ghost boy. His hands were cold - as expected - but you felt warm on the inside and you didn't want to let go. Jungkook felt the same way as your warm hands heated his own hands up in ways he didn't know was possible. "Do you have any ghost-y powers?"

"Watch this," Jungkook kept the grin on his face. He puffed his cheeks, and soon, his entire body looked like a blown-up balloon. Hearing your laugh, Jungkook could feel his cheeks heat up, giving his pale skin a light pink hue. Slowly, his body deflated and he sat on a bench across from you once more. "What witch-y things can you do?"

"Hm," you thought to yourself. You didn't want to do anything too much as you knew this Jaebum guy was still after you. But, you still wanted to impress your new friend. Looking down at the hay, you knew what to do. You tied a few pieces together until the hay looked like a little stick person. Pointing your finger at it, the little hay-stick-person began to dance. Jungkook let out a little giggle as he watched the little hay-man break-dance. Your eyes stayed on the ghost boy, face flushing at the sight of his cute smile.

"My uncles were really wrong about witches," Jungkook mused. Looking at you, he couldn't believe the things they'd said about your kind. "Then again, they only like to terrorize and haunt people."

"My aunts are the same way," you sighed. Jungkook moved to sit beside you, feeling the warmth from your body heat. He blushed again. "They ignore me and blame any little thing on me."

"I guess we're more alike than we thought," Jungkook pouted. He looked around the barn while the two of you sat in silence. Turning to you, Jungkook's eyes lit up with a thought. "Let's do something fun!"

"I'm not really supposed to be outside of the cabin," you bit your lip. Seeing Jungkook's slight puppy eyes, you shrugged. Snapping your fingers, you turned your outfit back into your overalls and sweater. "Let's go!"

For the rest of the day, you had fun with Jungkook. Sometimes he appeared more human-like and sometimes he disappeared altogether. You roller skated, flew kites, and played at the arcade wile he was invisible. When he made his figure show up more, you took pictures in a photo-booth, played putt-putt and played at the arcade. Your cheeks ached from smiling and Jungkook never knew he could laugh as hard as he had. As Jungkook floated in the air, you whistled for your broom and joined him in the sky.

"Hey Jungkook," you spoke as you sat beside the ghost boy on a bench. He looked at you with a soft smile. "We're friends, right? I mean, I've never had a friend before because my aunt's always run them off. And, we're supposed to hate each other. But, today was really fun and I feel like I finally have a best friend."

"Of course we're friends!" Jungkook exclaimed. The happiness in his eyes really made them sparkle and you could feel your heart speed up a little. "My uncles never really let anyone close enough for me to be friends with them. And here you are, a witch, and you've shown me a kindness I've never experienced. I'd say you're my best friend, Y/N."

"But, our families would never allow us to be friends," you pouted. Jungkook sighed before he looked up at you with a gleam in his eye. "Unless you have an idea. What exactly are you thinking, ghost boy?"

And that's how you found yourself at the poolside, glaring at your aunts as they relaxed. Seulgi was humming along to the music playing on her phone as Jihyo read from her book. You plopped down on Jisoo's lap, grinning at the three of them innocently.

"What are you doing out of the cabin?" Seulgi sneered. Jihyo looked up at you with a glare as Jisoo continued to sleep with you on her lap. Silently, you handed them a flyer for a dance that was being held tonight. Jihyo took it with a frown but you could still see the curious gaze she held. Seulgi looked at it over Jihyo's shoulder with interested eyes. "A dance?"

"Mhm," you nodded. You kept up your innocent act as your two aunt's peered at you suspiciously. You shrugged nonchalantly and picked at your fingernails. "Could be some cute boys there."

"Boys?" Jisoo asked as she sprang up. She almost hit your head, but you quickly stopped her from doing so. Jisoo looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "Hey, you, get back to the cabin! We're hiding, remember?" Without another word, you stood up to leave your aunt's to look at the dance flyer.

"Watch it!" a voice complained as you bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw the almost familiar face of Seungkwan. You scowled as you remembered how he acted in the arcade. "Oh, hey, babe!"

"Don't 'babe' me," you grumbled. You tried to go past him but he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer. "Let go!"

"If you keep that attitude, I won't take you to the dance tonight," Seungkwan frowned almost mockingly. You didn't hide it as you rolled your eyes.

"I don't want to go to the dance with you," you argued. You jerked your hand away from him quickly, causing him to stumble a little. "I'm going with someone else. And he's cuter than you. Pale, black hair and a cute smile - what else could I ask for?"

"You're going to the dance with me!" Seungkwan yelled. He grabbed your arm again, trying to pull you close. Jerking your wrist from his grasp, you pointed at an abandoned pool noodle. As Seungkwan stumbled back again from you slightly pushing him away, he tripped over the pool noodle. You only smiled as the boy fell into the pool. He re-surfaced and looked at your retreating with a glare. "You brat!"

In his own cabin, Jungkook was convincing his uncles to go to the dance. Mentioning they'd need a 'meat suit' - possessing human's bodies - the three men shrugged. All it took was mentioning someone had one-upped them at possession, they immediately went to work. Jae, Wonpil, and Sungjin soon took possession of three handsome men who looked eerily close to the ghost forms. Jungkook smirked in satisfaction as he went to find you.

"This isn't working," you said as you hid behind a plant with Jungkook. You two were now at the dance and your aunts and his uncles couldn't be further apart. Looking at Jungkook, you nodded at each other as a silent way to start your plan. Jungkook vanished before he floated his way to the spotlight, shining it on your aunts. You pointed at the music the composer was looking at, switching it to a slow song. Just in time, too, as Jungkook's uncles grabbed your aunts hands and began to dance.

"This is kind of gross to watch," Jungkook muttered as he re-appeared beside you. You couldn't help but agree as you watch Jisoo and Wonpil rub their cheeks together. Jihyo and Sungjin seemed to be in a battle of dominance as Seulgi and Jae were giggling together. "Maybe they're getting along too well. Come on, let's get out of here."

You found your hand clasped in Jungkook's as he lead you to a gazebo. The music could still be heard from inside and the fairy lights that were wrapped around it made the whole thing look like a fairy tale. Jungkook smiled at you shyly, dropping your hand to snap is fingers. His regular outfit was switched to a tuxedo and the way he looked made a blush form on your cheeks. You waved your pointer finger, changing into a formal outfit as well.

"You look really beautiful," Jungkook spoke shyly. You grinned at the black haired boy, taking the hand he held out to you. Jungkook placed his hand around your waist, holding the other in his left hand. Your arm rested across his shoulder as you smiled at each other.

"I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I have with you," you admitted as you twirled in a circle. Jungkook grinned shyly at you as he nodded.

"So this is who you rejected me for?" Seungkwan exclaimed. He rolled hid eyes at the boy in front of you. Seungkwan scoffed before walking away. "Have fun with your bunny boy!"

"Who was that?" Jungkook asked sadly. He realized how many people might actually be attracted to you. "Sounds like you know him."

"He's just a jerk with an inflated ego," you shrugged. You slowly wound both arms around Jungkook's shoulders as you were pulled closer to him. Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist as you were now centimeters apart.

"Hey, Y/N?" Jungkook asked softly. His nose rested against yours and you could feel every breath he took. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, but before he could lean in, the music began to pick up. A commotion was heard and you looked at the ghost boy with wide eyes. You both quickly changed clothes as you raced inside.

"They're losing control!" Jungkook whispered as he watched his uncles twitch. Your aunts followed them outside and soon, you and Jungkook trailed behind them. "Oh, no."

"Ghosts!" Your aunts yelled as their true forms were revealed. Their 'meat-suits' ran away as your aunts clicked their fingers. Seulgi and Jisoo glared as their witch outfits returned. Jihyo looked at the men and growled, happily sporting her pointed hat.

"Witches!" Jungkook's uncles exclaimed. They returned your aunts glares as you and Jungkook raced into the scene.

"We can explain!" You and Jungkook said together. The six turned their glares to the two of you. You meekly smiled while Jungkook sheepishly rubbed his neck.

"Have you been hanging around this corpse-less thing, Y/N?" Jihyo asked. Having her glare set on you really caused chills to go down your spine.

"Really, Jungkook? You've been with this wart-infused fleshy?" Sungjin chided his nephew.

"We're friends!" Jungkook argued. His uncles rolled his eyes as your aunts scoffed. "We are!"

You watched as they teased each other. You and Jungkook face-palmed at how immature they could really be. Jihyo then bluffed, casting a fake spell that scared Jungkook's uncles. Jungkook nodded to the left before he vanished from sight.

"What were you thinking?" Seulgi exclaimed. Her hands were raised in the air with a fury you didn't want pointed at you. "Ghosts? Really, Y/N?!"

"We need to move again," Jisoo suggested. Jihyo and Seulgi nodded in agreement. You whined in protest, shaking your head.

"But I like it here!" You were desperate to stay with your new friend. "I like Jungkook and I don't want to leave him! He's my friend!"

"No way, brat," Jihyo disagreed. "Go back to the cabin, now."

You went to where you knew Jungkook was hiding. "Meet me in five minutes," you said as you left for the cabin. Five minutes later, you found yourselves back in the gazebo. You decided to tell Jungkook why you were hiding in the first place.

"This guy," you said pointing to your laptop. Jungkook sat beside you on one of the benches inside the gazebo, his shoulder brushing yours. "Is Im Jaebum. He's the most powerful warlock and he's after me. We have no idea why but we can't do anything big with our magic or he'll find us and destroy us."

"Destroy you?" Jungkook asked in disbelief. He had just gotten to know you - he didn't want to lose you already. "How would he do that?"

"Other than dropping a house on us," you shrugged. You typed a bit more, showing Jungkook what you'd found out. "It's this thing called the dark abyss. Whatever goes in, doesn't come out."

"He can't do that to you!" Jungkook argued. He was shocked that someone would actually want to do something bad to you.

"You can't tell anyone," you made Jungkook promise. "That's why we're here - my aunts and I. And that's why they can't fight with your uncles. If they come after us again, we'll have to leave."

"I'll do my best to keep them away," Jungkook spoke. "I'm not very good at standing up to them but, for you, I'll do what I can."

You and Jungkook parted ways then. You sighed and ruffled a hand through your hair, suddenly stressed by everything. Being with Jungkook made you forget for a while. But, with the threat of having to leave him, your world crashed down.

"Listen to me," Jungkook said defiantly as he stood in front of his uncles. They glared at the boy but he just returned the look, determined to help you. "You need to leave the witches alone."

"I disagree!" Jae fought. Wonpil nodded along with the blond, inching closer to Jungkook. "We should get them right now! We need to get them before they get us!"

"No!" Jungkook argued. He could only follow after them as they left to find your cabin. Jungkook sulked as they didn't listen to him yet again. He apologized in his head as he and his uncles popped in front of your aunts.

"What do we do?" You asked as Jungkook's uncles began to tantalize your aunts. Jungkook only watched helplessly as you grabbed your wand, pointing it at his uncles. "Leave them alone!"

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as a man flashed in front of you. You squeaked as you realized it was the man you'd been running from - Im Jaebum. He smirked at you with an evil gleam coating his dark eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Jaebum chuckled. He snapped his fingers and suddenly, all of the ghosts were wrapped in sheets and the witches were wrapped in ropes. "And time to say goodbye."

"Y/N, no!" Jungkook cried as a portal appeared behind you. You shrieked as gravity pulled against you and you started flying backwards. Whistling, your broom was between your legs as you tried to fight against it.

"This is the powerful Y/N?" Jaebum teased. He clicked his tongue as he watched you struggle. "And how are you more powerful than me?"

Jungkook found himself out of the trap he was held in. Quickly, he grabbed the end of Seulgi's rope and dived into the portal after you. He found you clinging to your broom with tears in your eyes. Without thinking, Jungkook wrapped the rope around your waist and his. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close. You both began tugging yourselves upwards, desperate to avoid the bottom of the abyss.

Little did you know, Jungkook's uncles had fought themselves from their own traps. They sprang forward until Jaebum himself fell into the portal. On instinct, Jaebum's hands clapped, causing the door to the portal to begin to close. Jungkook's uncles leaped forward, keeping the portal door open as your aunts pulled you and Jungkook up. You both collapsed to the floor just as the portal fully closed, leaving Im Jaebum in the depths.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked you softly. He brushed some hair from your forehead as you nodded, sighing in relief. You kissed Jungkook's cheek before you were whisked away by your aunts as they cooed over you.

"Our Y/N is the strongest!"

"I can't believe he was after you!"

"I'm so glad our little brat is safe!"

You just smiled at your aunts as they hugged you tightly. You looked behind you to see Jungkook in the same situation. His head turned and, when he met your eyes, he just grinned widely. You cleared your throat as you stood in front of Jungkook's uncles with your aunts behind you. You walked to Jungkook and intertwined your hand in his.

"Thank you," Jihyo spoke. She looked down and twirled her hair, pursing her lips. You knew how much she hated thanking the ghosts. "For saving Y/N."

"You're welcome," Sungjin said in the same tone. He puffed out his cheeks, glaring at Jungkook's teasing grin. "Being on the side of witches is actually kind of fun."

"Let's go on another vacation," Jungkook whispered in your ear. Your aunts were busying themselves with packing and Jungkook's uncles were doing the same. Now that Jaebum was out of the picture, you could all go home. "Just you and me."

You grinned at Jungkook before kissing his cheek. His pale skin began to glow pink, making your smile wider. Snapping your fingers, you changed out of your witch-y outfit. "Let's go!"

hello this was the second part to my lil halloween thing, i hope you liked it!

#jeon jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook au #bts imagines #bts au #bts halloween #My Imagines

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idunnoxlove · 6 years

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Even the sky cries for you too

Genre: Angst Characters: V x Reader x J-Hope

A/N: I was inspired to write all this down by listening to V and J-Hope’s cover of hug me. So, I definitely suggest you to listen to it while reading this slowly. :)

Link to song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv_HQ-0upns

Every now and then, my mind would often float to the memories of us. The times when we laughed until our tears flowed and tummy ached. The times when we cuddled on your couch while watching a hopeless romantic movie with a cliché ending. The times when you kissed my forehead and call me silly whenever I try to make cute faces to get a warm hug.

When I remember those moments, it would suddenly rain. As if the sky is crying with me, missing the moments and wanting to turn back time to those good old days. If only I can cast a spell so that you would wake up and dig your way to the earth’s surface. If only it wasn’t raining heavily during the exam periods. If only you listened to your mother, and didn’t drive above the speed limit. If only you didn’t get into a car accident on the way to cheer me up for my college entrance exams.

Oh you beautiful, innocent, stubborn soul..

I rubbed my thumb over a cute photo of us that was taken at your friend’s party a year ago. Both of us were tipsy and ready to go back to your place for the night. Your apartment was always the place to go after a party, it was so cozy that we end up spending time in bed for the whole day. Your bestfriend would barge in shouting at us to wake up and start our new day healthily. But everyone who knew us knows that we both dislike exercising and the thought of sweating our ass off. In the end, your bestfriend would shake his head and leave your place with an apple in his hand.

Your bestfriend is the strongest person alive now. He was the one who introduced you to me. He said that I was just as stupid and annoying as you, not that I’m complaining. We are young and stupid. He was there when we had our first kiss and he told us to get a room because he felt like puking out of care and affection. Even though he said supposedly hurtful things, he was the biggest supporter of our relationship and loved the thought of us together until the end of our lives.

But who would’ve thought that God wanted to end yours earlier than anyone else’s.

When you got into that accident, your bestfriend was the first person to know about it. Fortunately, it miraculously stopped raining after the accident and your bestfriend immediately drove to where the accident took place. He was devastated, maybe cried even more than me. But he gathered his strength and took the responsibility to take care of me right after you left.

And he is still taking care of me.

Baby, you left me with an angel.

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thefeelszone · 7 years

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Extreme Teen Adventure VR

The summer that the teens were 16, Merle sent his most accomplished trio to spend the summer hopping from one job to another. Merle set up all the jobs before-hand with people he knew would try not to get the kids killed.

This time, Camila, Sage, and Mar went to Miller labs.

[part one] [Part two]

“Hey fools where’s your best wizard?” Sage demanded of some of the vaguely humanoid NPCs. He was super excited to beat the wizard, get the light, and win, but there was another reason to hurry too. Mar had seemed out of it and Sage wanted to be around him just in case. They were friends and they had to support each other.

“He’s IN the tower.” Said one of the NPC’s, pointing to a tall building in the middle of the town.

“Cool. Thanks.” Sage said, taking off towards it. It was a bit far, but he was in a virtual reality so he could exactly call on Scarlett for help. He missed that big scaley sweetheart already. He’d have to give her lots of tummy rubs and jerky when he gets out.

Much running later he reached the tower. Sage took a moment to catch his breath, not wanting to look winded in front of this wizard, and then walked in.

Camila walked along the farms on the edge of the town. She asked anyone she came across about the monster that had been attacking their cattle. It was slow-going work, but eventually she learned that two farms were being hit the hardest, no one knew where the monster came from, and that the monster only comes out at night. They had twenty-four hours, so Camila decided asked the owners of the two farms if she could hang around tonight to try to catch it in the act. If she hurried, she might be able to get to sleep by midnight.

So she set up where she would watch and as the sun went down, she waited.

The inside of the tower was plain. There was basically nothing there except a staircase leading up and up in a spiral. Sage glared at the staircase; he had just run all the way here and now this? No way in hell. He cast levitate on himself and floated up, not stopping until he reached the top step. With a satisfied sigh he brushed off his clothes and pushed open the door.

As we walked through, he found himself in a room where the walls were covered in bookshelves. The rest of the room was empty of all furniture except for a single armchair on the far end where an old man sat, reading.

“You’re the wizard?” Sage asked, trying not to laugh. He could take this guy out with a swift kick to the knees. This would be so easy.

The old man stood up. “I am the wizard.” He said in a voice more normal than the other NPCs but that still didn’t sound quite natural.

“At least Lucas gave you an actual appearance.” Sage joked “Now I know just how easy this will be.”

“Draw your wand and fight if you wish to beat me and earn the light of creation.”

“No one talks like a game boss, Lucas.” He wasn’t entirely sure the scientist could hear him, but it needed to be said. He wanted to live a day as his heroes, not doing whatever this is. “No one has a tower that’s all staircase that leads to a circular room with no furniture unless you are TRYING to be beat by a young adventurer on a quest.”

The only response he got was the old guy asking “Are you ready?”

“Yeah yeah.” Sage said, taking two wand out of his bag and holding one in either hand “Let’s get this over with.”

Camila sat on a fence, writing in her notebook. There wasn’t enough time to go back in town, help Mar, and be back here by nightfall, so she entertained herself by doodling. She was interrupted once when a tower in the middle of town exploded, but then she kept drawing. Pictures of trees and animals covered her pages and only when it was getting too dark to draw did she put the notebook away and watch.

For a while nothing happened. She sat in silence patiently, quiet as a mouse, waiting. An hour passed, then two, and then she saw it. A hulking shape was climbing over the fence next to her’s. It hadn’t seen her yet, but it was dangerously close. Slowly she dropped off her fence and notched an arrow in her bow. She crept along towards the beast, staying low to the ground the entire time. She got pretty darn close before the beast lifted its hulking head and sniffed the air. She let the arrow fly.

The arrow attached itself in the beast’s upper back. She notched another arrow and let that one go too as the beast turned her way. The arrow landed in it’s shoulder. The beast charged her way, so she dove to the side. As she did, it stumbled and fell flat.

“Paralyzing agent.” She said “You’re just a hungry creature and you’ve never actually hurt any of the people here. I’ll have someone relocate you far away from town. You’ll be able to move again in forty-eight hours.”

She walked up and removed the arrows, which had special tips that latch on with small barbs to inject the agent. This was a simulation, so killing the beast wouldn’t have been morally wrong, but it was the principle of the thing.

Besides, the paralyzing agent spreads fast, and the monster was so huge she wasn’t sure she would have been able to kill it with her arrows.

With that, Camila made her way back towards the town.

The fight was supposed to be. Sage blasted spells at the old guy NPC rapid fire, and though some got blocked, the man went flying across the room when another hit.

“HA!” Sage said with a grin. His gloating was cut off by a spectral form pinning him to the floor. It was some type of ghostly large cat. He cast a spell it’s way and it dispersed into nothing. Back and forth they went, old simulation vs cocky teenage boy. Finally, Sage decided this was taking to long.

He cast hold person on the old man.

“This has been fun, but I have an artificial world to save.”

And he ran towards the staircase, sliding down the railing for speed.

And blew up the top room of the tower behind him.

#extreme teen adventure

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save-the-spiral · 7 years

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That'd be good angst. Just the wizard accidentally killing someone and they're in tears.

(Warnings for death and accidental murder by a child. To be fair, you asked for angst. Also, I’m not sure if I’m writing a child the correct way and this is totally the backstory for one of the OCs I haven’t finished making but has shown up in some stuff.)

(also here’s the post they’re referencing)

The small child smiled wide, showing off a gap where his last baby tooth used to be. He giggled, almost stumbling as he hopped up onto the sidewalk, on his way back to his house after playing over at his friend’s. He usually played at his friend’s house, because she had fun older siblings and a trampoline and a treehouse! Also, Mommy didn’t like when other people in her house.

His Mommy came out onto the front porch of their house, slipping on shoes and walking down the path from the house to the sidewalk.

“Oh, look at you! Did you take the whole tree with you when you left?” She said, fussing over his hair.

He laughed, trying to push his mommy away with small dark hands. “No Mommy, we were playing magic again!”

She sighed, and pulled a leaf out of his hair, tossing it to the side. “Magic?”

“Yeah! I was the best! I defeated the dragon! Except the dragon was Aarav, but he was a really good dragon!”

His Mommy stopped, yanking a twig out of his hair too hard, causing them to push her back harder and move to go up to the house instead.

She sighed again, grabbing his wrist.

“Mommy, did I do something bad? It was Riya’s idea, I swear!”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt, kiddo.” She ruffled his hair and he came back to deal with her fussing.

“I think I’d be a good wizard.” He mutters, beginning to pout.

She stopped again. “Don’t say that.”

“Is this about the weird clothes in your room and the big stick? And the weird stuff in the attic?”

“I told you not to go in there, kiddo.”

“But why?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older. Now c’mon, I made soup.”

She led him inside, and he begins to pout again. She always says that about the weird stuff.

The child was now being being tucked in, and his mommy wouldn’t stop telling him about how going up in the attic is dangerous even though he said he had been up there. It was just filled weird stuff and lots of books anyway.

When she began telling him again that there were spiders and mean bugs, even though he never saw any, he got fed up and bored, hoping to make her go away by pretending to use magic. He had a drawer in the little table by his bed that had a lamp, so he opened it, rummaging through it.

“What are you doin’, kiddo?” Mommy asks, laughing a little at his sudden action.

He then pulls out a stick with little green carvings that he found in the attic. He had to hold it with both hands because it was big, but it felt warm and weird in his hands, almost vibrating.

“That’s mine, give it back.” Mommy sounded stern and mean, her hand out and flat in a ‘gimme’ gesture.

“No!” He held it close to his chest.

She raised an eyebrow. “You could hurt someon-”

“ABRACADABRA!”

He had been pointing the stick at his Mommy, trying to scare her. She was lit up with green now, but it was being overcome with black. The black spread across the green like watercolors on paper, slowly encasing her in death magic as she was frozen in place.

When she hit the floor, he jumped out of bed. His hands went to his Mommy’s face, her dark skin smeared with the black smudges his hands left behind.

His looked down, and noticed the stick they were holding didn’t exist anymore, had burned from the spell he had casted.

“M-Mommy?”

She didn’t move, not even her tummy, but it should be moving if you’re breathing, right?

“Mommy.” The child whimpered, curling over her warm chest.

Why was she getting colder?

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waywardimpalawriter · 7 years

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Someone to love Part 4 of 5

Someone to love

Summary: You’d been there the whole time. Maybe now it’s time to let Steve know what he thinks he’ll never find.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Character’s: Steve, Reader, Natasha, Peggy, OC male (Reader’s granddad), Sam, Wanda, T’Challa, Bucky, mentions of Sharon,

Setting: from Captain America the First Avenger to Civil War.

Warnings: angst, minor character death, language,

Notes: written for my 400 follower celebration requested by @angryschnauzer the song is Somebody to love by Queen. What was supposed to be a one shot grew into a four or more parts cause the idea just stuck with me. Hope you enjoy.

Someone tags: @spnhybrid @iamwarrenspeace @the-doctor-called-loki @hellomissmabel

Permanent tags: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @aquabrie @supernaturallymarvellous @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

Marvel tags: @sebbytrash @ek823 @marvelfanfichq @creideamhgradochas

Key: Y/GF/N = your grandfather’s name

Someone to love Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4: Here comes Goodbye

2015 Week after the Ultron indecent

“Out to drop another city on someone else’s head?” a snide male voice asked from beside him, casting a shadow over the small metal table. ��Or just out to ruin someone else’s day?”

Part of him wanted to turn and land a nice right hook to the ugly sneering face, but he refrains. Hands balling into tight fists, one resting on the white painted metal table the other in his lap. Having heard it all before, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less having giving his life up to protect people who sometimes come across as ungrateful. Kinda understanding why this person needed to vent his frustrations though going about it the wrong way. Steve still felt each jabbing word cut across his emotions like sand paper over rough wood.

“Hey asshat why don’t you shove that snotty attitude were the sun don’t shine,” harsh, with touches of angry and resentment flowing through the cadence of your voice. Having heard what this stranger said to Steve made your blood boil.

Turning, mystery man rakes you with a cool glaze, “What’s it to you lady?”

“You happen to be talking to a dear friend of mine,” arms crossed, laptop bag dangling from your right shoulder, scowl firmly in place on your beautiful face. “Steve has saved this big blue planet and its inhabitants more times than I’m betting you can count. Since your IQ is probably about what your shoe size is.”

Scoffing, stepping a little closer to you, a menacing look in his eyes, “The things this failed piece of garbage did, done and will do, and you defend him. How can you be so blind and stupid?”

Brow cocked, having stepped up beside Steve, one hand resting on his tense shoulder. “Just as you, believing in stories the tabloids, fake news outlets and gossip that’s been spread around for people to judge. Have you ever stopped to think about what it’d be like if Steve never existed, what this world would be like?”

Trying to sit still, not react to you arguing with this man who sees him as a monster rather than a man. At a loss for words, though his heart expands with gratitude and dare he name it… love. No one besides Bucky had ever defended him like you are now. It warms places he doesn’t think should be. He’s fixing to intervene when the male speaks again.

“Better off I’d say sweet cheeks, we don’t need no stinkin wanna be hero in tights,” he’d stepped closer a menacing look in this beady little eyes. “He’s not my Captain America nor does he represent this country. They should’ve just left this asshole in the deep freeze.”

Tensing, eyes narrowing, “Your right he’s not Captain America,” tilting his head towards you at those words, seeing the hard set of your jaw, Steve frowns. “His name is Steven Grant Rogers from Brooklyn, New York, not just Captain America. You don’t have to love him, hell you don’t even have to like him. But you sure as fuck better respect him. Because when the shit hits the fan it’s gonna be him who puts his life on the line to save your sorry ass.”

“Why you little,” he’s fixing to step closer, maybe even hit you, but one will never know.

As Steve stood up quickly, out matching him in both muscle and height, “I took enough from you sir, but I won’t have you disrespecting my girl. So I suggest you take your snide remarks and leave,” fire danced in those sky blue eyes. This time there’d be no holding back on his anger, not when it came to protecting you.

Not having realized what he’d called you, of course those simple two words had made your eyes widen in shock and glance up at Steve, who’s still glaring at the stranger.

“He won’t always be there, can’t be. This piece of shit you hold so dear to will one day break your heart, not because of another woman, but because being that hero man will mean more to him then you. Remember that one sweet cheeks,” his parting shot hit closer to home for Steve, who took another step towards him.

Thankfully he had enough sense to register the look, giving both you and Steve one final sneer before taking off.

Changing topic, trying to lighten the mood, and your own thoughts, “I’m sorry for the language I used I know you don’t approve of that kinda talk,” mischievous smile making an appearance to keep the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy.

Looking down at you, puzzled for a moment as to what you said, “How’d you hear?” Brow lifted as you look at him, smirk sliding into place. “Romanoff, I’m gonna kill her,” he groans as laughter bubbles up and he brings you into the strong circle of his arms.

“No you won’t, she’s family, besides I find it funny and cute,” glad your face is buried in his chest so he doesn’t see the blush that heats yours cheeks. “How’ve you been Steve?”

Pulling back, to stare down into your eyes, the strangers words replaying in his mind as he stares at you. Having only been a few weeks since the last time you’d spoken and much has changed. “Better now.” All honesty in your arms he felt better, like this weight on his shoulders lighten and he could breathe better.

You could see something lingering just behind those sky blue eyes, a profound sadness and something else that wasn’t there a few weeks ago. Knowing his search for Bucky turned up more dead ends than leads, accompanied with what happened in Sokovia, you could only guess at the state of his mind.

Reluctantly stepping from his embrace, placing your bag down before taking your own seat thanking Steve for pushing you in. “Tell me what’s floating around in that gorgeous head of yours?”

Retaking his own seat, hands folded resting on the table, knowing this isn’t the best of ideas. He’d resigned himself to never seeing you again wanting to keep you at arm’s length. However, Steve found he couldn’t do that, mostly because he’s selfish and needs the contact, the ear you prove and the warmth of your arms. He can’t bring himself to stop and part of him knows it’s more than just the friendship.

“Steve,” placing a warm hand on his forearm to gain his attention. “Thought I lost you there for a second Rogers. Where’d you disappear to?”

Shaking his head, hand coming up to encompass your smaller one that rests on his forearm, “Nowhere doll, just thinking.”

“Bucky?” knowing what a touchy subject this is for him, you’re loathed to push for information. “Or does it have to do with what happened last week?”

Moving his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the tension stiffen muscles. “Bit of both,” he replies before the waitress comes to take your orders.

Silence reigns, you having removed your hand to rest both in your lap, while Steve sat back just staring off. Neither knowing why it’s so hard to talk, when in times past the words flowed natural.

Working up the nerve, “You can talk to me about anything Steve, we’re friends after all.” Those two simple words coming back in a flash, making you wish they’d be real and not just used for show.

This he knows, having bared his soul a few times to you over the course of your friendship. He’s just unsure of how to broch the subject, reflecting on the strangers words and how close to home they truly hit. Feeling as if every step he takes to help only gets met with three steps backwards.

“That’s not in question,” soft voice reassuring as he finally looks up at you. “Last week, what happened, it shouldn’t have. We’re trying to protect the world instead we made a mess of it and almost end up destroying everything.”

“Steve you can’t blame yourself…”

“If I hadn’t signed up for that experiment…”

“Then World War 2 would’ve been even more horrific than it was, good men like my granddad wouldn’t have lived the lives you gave them.” Reaching out a hand to cup his jaw thumb smoothing over his cheek, “You have every right to feel like this Steve, I’m not going to tell you not to. Just that what you did, and have done took a lot of guts and I for one am very proud of you faults in all.”

Figuring your words would do little to help him through these dark times, you pull back only to be stopped as he grasped your wrist lightly keeping your hand against his jaw, rubbing his face into your palm.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” puzzled by his actions though you don’t feel like pulling away, can’t your caught in his web and you have no power to retract yourself.

Gracing you with that killer smile he only seems to reserve for a few people, you being one of them. “For knowing the right things to say and not sugar coating it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Rogers, someone’s gotta keep you on your toes after all,” smiling your eyes lock with his as that unreadable emotion passes over those sparkling sky blue orbs and his grip on your wrist tightens just a fraction.

You know there’s more to talk about, that issues lay beneath the surface which haven’t been touched yet. Especially about what happened last week and how Steve’s fairing, however that chance to taken from you both.

Soft piano music plays breaking the spell as you reach for your phone, eyes still semi locked with Steve’s while answering, “Hey Ma.” Smile instantly dropping as does your eyes, tears start to pool in those fathomless Y/E/C depths.

Worried Steve pulls his chair up closer, taking your free hand in his giving you support as he listens to the one sided conversation.

“When?” more tears seep from their ducts as a tissue appears and you dap at your eyes. “How? He didn’t suffer did he?”

With each word Steve pieces together what’s happened, a tightness in his chest constricts the blood flow, throat clogging with grief as he watches the pain etched into your beautiful features.

“I’ll be there tomorrow,” you pause trying to come to terms with this news. “No, don’t worry about it, I… I’ll take care of everything Ma. Yes I’m fine and I love you to,” with those parting words you hang up staring blankly.

“Y/N?” unsure of what to do, Steve envelopes you into the shelter of his arms, bringing you onto his lap and cradling you close. “When?”

Sniffing back tears, head resting on his broad shoulder, “Last night, in his sleep.”

“I’m so sorry doll,” fingers running through your hair softly, trying to sooth your pain.

A sob leaves your lips while trying to gather thoughts on what to say, on how to feel. “He’s with grandma now, happier, doesn’t have to suffer,” lips trembling, eyes close as tears slide down your cheeks, soaking Steve’s grey plaid button up. “Why?” the very question so many asked themselves.

Pausing his hands through your hair before sliding them down your back letting them rest around your waist, letting you take comfort and warmth from him as words try to come on how to answer. “I don’t know Y/N. I wish I did my only guess is that it was his time.”

“But I didn’t get to say goodbye, to tell him I love him one more time,” more sobs leave you, body starts to shake and you just want to whale at the injustice. “It wasn’t enough time.”

Gathering strength as Steve feels like someone’s punched him in the gut with this news. He grips your shoulders making you sit back from him, one hand cupping the side of your tear stained face wiping the tears away. “He loves you so very much Y/N I could see it every time I went to visit him, he’s proud of you doll and that will never chance. He’s here,” placing the hand from your cheek against your heart before moving it to tap lightly against your temple. “And here, your memories and love will keep him beside you always.”

At his words a fresh bout of tears fall from your already red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks as Steve brings you back into the shelter of his arms rocking you slowly. Waving off anyone who came upon the two of you. Just letting your empty out what your feeling in this moment. Till your spent, tired and ready to go home, for which Steve hails a cab and tucks the both of you inside, lunch coming along. But knowing neither will feel like eating it.

Once back at your apartment, “Go change Y/N I’ll set up a movie for us to watch.”

“You don’t have to stay Steve I’ll be fine,” you’ve paused at the threshold of your bedroom, looking back at Steve who’s already set to work on getting lunch unpacked. Fingers fiddling with the hem of your butter yellow tank top.

“Nonsense doll, I’m not going anywhere,” looking up to catch your eye, watching as you come close, looping your arms around his waist. Comfort, safety that’s what you feel in his arms, the only place other than your grandparents.

“Thank you, I don’t know how I could’ve gotten through today without you,” voice just a whisper against his chest, tears threating to fall again. “Tomorrow’s going to be hard.”

Arms firmly wrapped around you, chin resting on your head, eyes closing just taking in the feel of you in his arms. Wrong time and he knows it, but Steve can’t help but feel like right here with you is just right as well as the next words that fall from those sinfully plush lips. “I’m clearing my schedule, coming with you.”

Pulling back, “You don’t have to do that Steve.”

“No I don’t but I want to,” giving you a soft smile and the brush of his lips against your forehead. “I’m not going to let you face this alone.”

“You can stop in and see Peggy to,” the words are out before you can stop yourself.

Shaking his head, “I’ve been to see her recently, this is about helping you Y/N.”

“What about the Avengers?” covering all the bases you might as well asked the other bomb shell right.

Chuckling, pulling back just a little to tip your chin up, “You can’t get rid of me that easy Miss Y/N.”

“Covering my bases,” trying to offer him a smile but it falls short.

“I’ll handle whatever happens sweetheart, now go shower, lunch will be set out and a movie picked by the time you get done.”

Moving from his embrace, missing the warmth and security his arms provide, to pause at your bedroom door again. Turning to look at him, “Yes, sir Captain Rogers sir,” offering up a wink, a glimmer of your old self peeking through all the pain.

Watching you go, Steve stands by the table thoughts warring inside him mind. Wishing right now that he’s just a regular joe with no responsibilities other than work and taking care of his best girl. Having known when he said it to that stranger, and meaning those two words with every fiber of his being. Sometimes, Steve reasoned with himself, being Captain America really did suck.

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It’s after 10pm before Steve makes it back to the Compound, soul weary and worn out; he heads up into the kitchen for a quick drink before heading off to bed. Having been gone for the last five days, leaving training in Natasha capable hands. She’d been worried about you, wanting to come along however Steve assured her that all was taken care of. His thoughts therefore remained firmly planted with you that he never notices Wanda sitting at the dining table, books scattered everywhere.

Looking up, “You’re back,” frown replacing the smile from her full lips. “Is there a problem Captain?” still having a bit of trouble using his first name.

Head snapping up, “Steve is fine Wanda you don’t have to be so formal,” he’s trying to keep the emotions from seeping into his voice. Not wanting to burden someone he barely knew.

“I will try to remember that Steve,” she returns offering him a half smile, feeling the emotions radiating off him like steam from a hot tea kettle. “But something is troubling you, yes?”

Raking a hand through sandy blond hair, Steve grabs a glass of water, coming to join her at the table. “A friend lost someone very dear to her.”

Head bowing in sadness, her own grief still fresh in her mind, “Anything I can do to help?”

“She’s a strong woman I know things will be okay,” he hopes those words will come to pass and not just for his own reassurance.

“But you don’t know for sure?” resting her cheek in palm, elbow on the hard surface as Wanda glances over at Steve. Even in the short period of time she’s known Captain America, she’s never seen him look so out of sorts. In a way the very through unnerved her, having only witnessed the strength and determination of this man who’s swiftly becoming a friend.

Staring into his water glass, watching the tiny ripples before everything settles smooth. He’s not sure of a whole lot of things and that’s what terrifies him the most. “No way to know Wanda, I can’t see into the future,” looking up into her sea green eyes, concern warring with curiosity.

His thoughts traveled back days ago, spending time with you, seeing DC, being by your side to help you through this time of grief. It’s the first time Steve’s felt at peace, much like every time he’s with you. Not being able to put his finger on it, your sister was able to drive that home in a snide way. Making him see that he’s fallen in love with you but it wouldn’t be right to tell you. He can see why you barely mention that part of your family, why it’d always been your grandparents you talked about. So why’s he letting the words of one screw up mess with his brain? Because there’s a part of Steve that agrees with everything she said.

He can’t always be there to protect you, would rush out the door on a seconds notice to save the world, miss birthdays and anniversaries, so many little things in a relationship. Most of all Steve knew he’d put you in danger from those who’d try using you, to get to him and that’s one thing he couldn’t have happen.

“So you rather leave her than love her?” soft voice spoke those words, breaking Steve from his own mind.

“How did?” remembering, a scowl forming between his eyes. “No reading my mind Wanda.”

Shrugging, “Hard to ignore when you are practically screaming it at me,” going back to the books in front of her missing the frown which took over his features.

“I wasn’t, I mean I didn’t know I was,” frustration makes him run a hand through his short sandy blond hair.

Humorless chuckle leaves Wanda’s lips as she looks back up at the super solider. “Noted Steve,” seeing the indecision written all over his features “Want a piece of advice?”

“Anything to help,” he concedes sitting back in the kitchen chair, arms crossed.

Clearing her throat, Wanda faces him, “Tell her, life as you and I know all too well, is short and love doesn’t come along every day. Let her decide for herself if she wants to return your feelings, instead of choosing for her.”

Listening, knowing she’s right but that part of him, which doesn’t want to see another person he loves dies is stronger. “I’ll think about it,” raising he pauses to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you Wanda,” before taking off for his room.

Head shaking as she watches him go, “Foolish male making the wrong choice,” sighing, sadness filling her heart, Wanda goes back to her studies trying not to think about what she’s seen inside Steve’s head.

Meanwhile Steve’s made it to his room, after retrieving his duffle bag from beside his door, he drops it on the bed, making a beeline for the window. One hand resting against the cool glass while looking out over the moonlight blanketed Compound grounds. Though his vision isn’t on the splendid sight but turned inward, remembering again what it felt like to have you in his arms, hugging you, kissing your forehead.

Pushing away he goes to unpack, but a picture of the two of you catches his eye. Taken about two years ago before this whole thing with Hydra was uncovered, before finding out that Bucky was alive. Tony threw a party, like he always does and Steve had been at a loss for whom you ask, your name popped into his head with no hesitation he’d asked you to go. The whole night you’d talked about everything and anything, keeping him company, hitting the dance floor even for a few slow numbers. Now realizing it’d been that day when this picture was taken the two of you standing facing each other, hands entwined that he’d fallen in love with the girl of his dreams and he had to give you up for the greater good. Yeah it truly sucked being Captain America.

Part 5

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