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been listening to jrwi riptide recently this is how i perceive them
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The James first time fic was so cute!! Maybe could you do a part 2 where it’s like the aftercare? Maybe readers kinda sore? If not that’s fine. Your my favorite author on this app have a lovely day/night🫶🏻
Thank you lovely, hope you have a lovely day/night as well !
cw: mature themes, nudity, reader experiences soreness from penetrative sex
the prelude (mdni)
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 683 words
James is smearing kiss after kiss onto your neck and shoulder, one after the other like it’s all he plans to do for the rest of the night. He’s got his hand splayed flat on your abdomen, your back pressed to his front and one of his legs sprawled over your hip. Your breathing has slowed, and now despite the newness of the night’s events and the dull ache blooming between your legs, you’re halfway to drifting off from the steady comfort of his warmth.
“How are you feeling?” James asks, lifting his lips from your shoulder.
You chuckle softly. “I’m feeling pretty good at the moment, thank you. And how are you?”
“Come on.” He squeezes the pudge of your stomach, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “You know what I mean. Turn around, sweetheart, look at me.”
There’ll never come a day when you’re not happy to oblige that directive. James’ hand slips to your back as you roll over, rubbing back and forth a couple of times while he studies your face intently. James can actually be quite perceptive when he puts his mind to it, and you know he’s trying to put that skill to use now, scanning you for dissatisfaction or hidden hurt. You kiss him on the chin.
“I had a great time,” you reassure him.
“I wasn’t too rough with you?” He strokes the underside of your breast with a gentle thumb, looking troubled.
You bite down on a grin at the memory of his far less delicate treatment of that breast a few minutes before. “Not in any way I didn’t like.”
James’ smile is almost sheepish, his head dropping onto the pillow as his eyes look into yours honestly. “Yes, well,” he says, humor lightening his tone, “be that as it may, it would still be normal for things to be a bit sore afterwards.”
“Would it?”
Unintentionally, some of the levity has sapped from your voice. James’ expression softens. “Yeah, angel. I mean, not always, but it was only your first time.” He glances down your body. It’s a bit thrilling how casual that’s become. “Are you hurting?”
“Only a little,” you admit. You use your gentlest tone, but your boyfriend’s eyebrows bunch sympathetically nonetheless. “I don’t think it could have been helped, though. It was…” You look away from his eyes, face heating slightly. “It was a tight fit.”
James chuckles. His lips find your forehead, warm and soft. “M’sorry, m’love,” he says. “Do you want to have a bath? Warm water could help.”
You sigh, shifting closer and pressing the bridge of your nose to his neck. “I just want to stay with you.”
“That can be arranged.” He pulls away, and when you protest: “Two minutes. I’ll be right back.”
It’s undoubtedly more than two minutes, but James eventually makes good on his promised return. You won’t let him carry you to the bathroom, but you take the hand he offers to climb into the tub, and then he’s settling in behind you, your body between his legs and your head pillowed by his chest. The warm water is an instant relief, muscles you hadn’t even realized had been activated by the night’s activities uncoiling. James helps them along. His big hands migrate down to your thighs, massaging carefully underneath the water.
“Oh my god.” You turn your head up to his, kissing him reverently on the cheek. “Jamie, I mean no insult to your skills in the bedroom, but I think I can say with some confidence now that this is better than sex.”
James’ laughter shakes the both of you, his hands stilling on your legs so as not to hurt you. He brings one out of the water, taking your chin and angling your face so he can kiss you back properly.
“I’m not going to tell you you’re wrong,” he says, lips curved and chest still bumping with laughter beneath you, “but let’s remember to keep things in perspective, sweetheart. There’s plenty more sex to be had, I might change your mind yet.”
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Imagine Anakin Skywalker proposes you.
Warnings: smut and fluff in a very alternative universe. This means no Vader here. Light reading.
Warnings 2: no minors.
Recommendations: “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure; “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri.
***
When it all began…
It all starts with the day you find out you are having feelings for the great General Skywalker. To realize your attachment towards him crosses the field of a concern from one Jedi to another comes like a punch in your stomach.
In truth, the reason why such perception distresses you lies on your fear of feeling anything at all, particularly when he is nearby.
It takes every force of you to bury it. For your own sake—and because you know how besotted he is with that Senator whom you personally think unworthy of him, but oh well—you keep it to yourself.
So it’s Saturday and you have been released of your missions, though coming back from planet Y/C costed you good nights of sleep and a great deal of being scowled by Master Windu for your recklessness. Yet here you are, at the gardens, when you…feel him close.
Anakin has not been obnoxious to you, though. You ignore that his eyes have been following you more than often—-to the point where Ahsoka rolls her eyes everytime you are around and he is distracted—, that he’s been jealous of how you speak kindly to other men, or even so how annoying it is you cannot tell his fondness for you.
He is also a very observing man. That being said, he’s noticed your change of moods, he’s felt the nights you’ve been sleeping unwell, and what is more hurtful is that you don’t come for him to confide your fears like he does to you. Even though Anakin knows how you feel for him, he somewhat hopes you give the first steps.
So here he is. Leaning against the wall, his blue eyes are set on you, admiring the shades of y/c that color your hair, your y/c skin and the robes that reinforce your curves. Anakin holds back a sigh, and it is only when he comes closer that you joke:
“What’s up, Skywalker? What mischief are you up to today?”
“No big deal”, he lies down over the grass, not too far from where you are. Your eyes remain closed and he smirks at you. “Why are you assuming I am up to no good?”
You try to remain serious, but the moment he says that, your lips part in a smile.
“Because you are always annoying Obi-Wan. But since the corridors have been quiet, I’m assuming you are free today?”
Anakin rolls his eyes but he too smiles.
“Yes. For some odd reason everything is quiet. No trainings or missions. I came after you because for some reason that goes beyond my understanding you’ve been a little off these days.”
That observation makes you open your eyes and Anakin can tell that his remark is the reason why your heart starts beating faster. He tries to hold back a smile, even though presumption is behind his blue eyes.
So maybe there is hope.
“What are you talking about, Anakin? Don’t go assuming things.”
“Why, it’s true, though.” He shrugs his shoulders. “The other day when I asked you a favor regarding Senator Amidala, you told me you could not do it because you’ve been already assigned to another mission. And yet I found you playing cards with Fives. I mean… Really?”
For most things you have a sharp wit, but when it comes to Anakin or men in general, you are slow. You also take time to comprehend the meaning of their actions, once usually these can be ambiguous. Hence why you don’t understand why he’s acting so jealous.
“What? How one thing is related to the other? I did have another mission to which I was assigned, and, unlike you, I wasn’t flirting with Fives.”
“I wasn’t flirting with Fives either!”
You chew your bottom lip as he rolls in the grass laughing. And to worsen your case, you say:
“No, but you were flirting with Senator Amidala!”
Now rolling to your side, he is on his elbows staring at you with those bloody blue eyes and a damn smile that makes you melt inside.
“Was I?”
A faint shade of pink paints your cheeks, and however you try to look away from his intent stare, Maker knows you cannot.
“You know damn well that you were”, you narrow your eyes at him. “Why do you think this is so funny to you, Anakin Skywalker? If you want to break the rules and get yourself expelled, it is not my problem. As long as you don’t come lamenting after my ears how the Council never… Oh, please! Stop laughing!”
It is as if you are a teenager again, always being made fun of by him. Anakin had this terrible habit of teasing you until you got seriously irritated. Seeing he’s to the point where he’s about to succeed, Anakin softens and pulls you down back to the grass as you are about to stand and leave him there.
“What do you think you are doing?”, you ask in between giggles.
It’s when your gazes cross again.
“I was never smitten with Senator Amidala, silly head.” His smile spreads as your blush deepens. “It has always been about you. You, Y/N Y/LN. You alone.”
“Oh.”
He is now dangerously close to you. Part of him is over your body, transmitting you sensations before unknown. But you choose to ignore how his arms in each side of you ignore a spark in you.
“Oh indeed”, Anakin smiles warmly. “How could you think it was about her? She is married to Senator Clovis.”
“Is she?” You don’t dare to raise your eyes for fear they might give in too much.
But that’s what he wants. So he raises your chin and slowly moves his lips against yours.
“Yes. I fell in love with you, princess.”
Any resistance is inutile, so as your hands rest in his sides, dragging him over you, you smile as you correspond the kiss.
“As I did with you, Ani.”
***
‘A secret between us’
It’s been three months since Anakin last saw you. It drives him crazy how each has gone to a different mission. Because the relationship has been kept far from the Council’s knowledge, he couldn’t even ask for you.
And before he finds courage to ask Obi-Wan about your whereabouts, he is sent to planet Y/C to investigate the death of Master Dias. It takes further three months before you and him met again.
“You could have sent me a message, you know”, you tell him right as he comes for you. It’s late night and he is in your quarters. Both of you are exhausted, having arrived mere hours earlier. “I tried to send you, but I couldn’t.”
You barely finish with brushing your hair and you feel Anakin’s arms snaking behind you. You smile before turning around to hold him closer if possible. Your hands cup his cheeks, caressing each as you dive in those blue eyes.
“I know. God damn it, I was bloody preoccupied with you, my darling. Next time I will insist to go with you.”
“Yet Anakin, I detest to be the one to remind you that our relationship is a secret that must stay only between us”, you sigh. “They cannot raise any suspicious…”
“They will not. Leave this to me, all right?”
You rest your head against his chest, embraced by his arms before pulled to kiss his lips. Anakin’s fingers are tangled in your hair, his chin rested over your chin. You two stay like this for a while before going to bed.
“How did the mission go?”, you ask, cuddled against him, voice sleepy.
Anakin smiles at your efforts in struggling against exhaustion to hear about his mission.
“Sleep, angel. We will discuss this tomorrow.” Saying so, he presses a kiss over your forehead and you both fall asleep.
As the Jedis are closer to get to Count Dooku, eventually you and Anakin are assigned to a mission together. That is when you two cross the path of General Grievous.
“I will not let you expose yourself in danger, lass.” He tells you, rather baffled by the suggestions you are bringing to defeat the enemy.
“Oh, please Anakin. I’ve been doing that long way before we…”
“No, Y/N. I am not letting you…”
You smile now fades when seeing how serious. You narrow your eyes in turn.
“Oh yes, I am, Skyguy. I never asked you to be concerned about me in first place.”
And that is precisely the most inappropriate moment for you two get in your first argument.
***
Moonlight.
You miss him ardently. This time it burns your skin, it tortures your soul. You cannot simply accept to be by his side and sleep easily; it is not enough to wait every Friday and pray for the Jedi to be asleep as you tiptoe to his quarters and talk to him until sun rises—and you pay for it by drinking lots of coffee the day after.
He too hates how far away you are from him. He detests how paradise is unreachable for him every single time you are sent away, for it makes him feel an outcast. Anakin is anguished for not breathing your scent, not tasting your tongue pairing in so perfect a rhythm against his, not dwelling in your y/c eyes. His heart aches, his soul breaks when he doesn’t hear from you for weeks.
But today, the Jedi senses a strange urge from you before even landing to Coruscant. At first it distresses him—until he comes to discover the cause of it, he is genuinely concerned about you.
However, the moment he escapes to your quarters, every anxiety dies. Engulfed in your arms, Anakin relaxes and tightens his grip around you.
“Fuck, how I’ve missed you, princess”, he mumbles, kissing your cheek and your neck, there staying, breathing the smell of roses.
“Ani”, you sigh in deep content. “What took you so long?”
“I have great news to share”, he tells you, parting the embrace so he can look at you.
Your hair is lose and you are dressing a blue nightgown with white robes partly open. Anakin cannot help but notice the swell of your breasts, seeing your nipples through the silk. He swallows hard, forcing himself to concentrate as you wait with exciting eyes.
He takes your hand and locks with his before taking a seat at the edge of your bed.
“What is it?”, you ask him, sounding louder than you’d like.
“Good news await us. Count Dooku is defeated and so the plan to knock down the Republic has been discovered.”
You raise a hand over your mouth, shock stamped in your features.
“Holy Maker, Ani! So does this mean we found out who the Sith Lord is? And what his intentions are?”
Anakin flashes a smirk, but by this time his mind has already left the main point behind.
“Can we please discuss this later? I miss my girlfriend.”
You blush lightly.
“Why, please. I’ve missed you too, Anakin.” As you dwell in those blue eyes, you feel your heart lighter and every disturbance that sparks in your body disappears. “Maker knows how much.”
Before he reads well into you, you put your arms around his neck and lean to kiss his lips. What starts as a make up session begins to evolve to something more.
“I don’t think you know how much you mean to me”, you tell him, letting your hands play with his curls before slipping to his cheek.
As his hands move to your shoulders, promptly removing your robes before rubbing your arms delicately as if you are a fragile thing, Anakin bites your bottom lip and says:
“I cannot live apart of you, Y/N. You are mine.”
You shiver at how possessive his words sound to your ears, it turns you on.
“Please, show me how”, you beg him, sensing his smirk against yours.
“So this is what has been troubling my princess?”, he asks you, now parting the kiss to look into your eyes only to find out how needy you are by getting lost in them. Holding your chin, Anakin senses the power you delegate to him. “Tell me, love, you’ve been burning, haven’t you?”
Anakin moves further to your bed. He opens lightly the curtains of a widow so the moonlight helps illuminate your quarters in an old fashion way.
All the whilst, he makes you sit in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist before he slowly rests his hands over your thighs, moving them to remove your nightgown and tossing aside.
“Fuck”, he curses lightly. Instead of feeling shy, you feel yourself wet under his intent gaze. “You are gorgeous, angel. So beautiful. So ethereal.”
Beneath his words, a spark that ignites a fire. You pursuit his lips, famine for his touch, starving for his affection. Anakin smiles when feeling all of the sentiments you’ve been trying to placate…rather unsuccessfully.
He then flips you carefully, going on top of you just after your desperate hands toss away his clothing.
“Looks like you got me on fire”, you whisper, parting your lips as you moan when he starts to get intimate with you.
“We are burning together tonight, my love. I promise you”, he kisses your neck, slipping his tongue in one trace to your full chests. Anakin devours each nipple, holding you against him in such a dominate manner that you can only plead for more.
And he slowly complies to your demands, though he tortures you with his fingers…and then with his mouth, eyeing you as he eats you out. Yet, when you are about to come undone, he goes back to you, shushing your protests with a fiery, passionate kiss.
“Love me”, you beg him.
Because he knows of your needs, tonight is your night—as much as you try to please him too, he wants to make this night a very special one.
“I love you”, he whispers as he locks hands with you.
When your eyes meet and your bodies lock, your souls speak. It’s all perfectly synced.
***
The proposal.
By waking up by your side is the moment Anakin realizes he is no longer content with this secretive relationship of yours. He wants more. It’s when he decides to make you the future Mrs Skywalker. One question remains, though: how?
As you open your eyes and find yourself cuddled against him, smelling his scent, a mix of sweat and his typical perfume, you know there is no better place to he than in his arms. Ignoring his thoughts, you are somewhat inspired when you lean into him and say:
“I would run away with you. Anywhere you want to go, I will be with you.”
When looking into your eyes, this inspiration finds home in his heart as well. But Anakin needs to hold back his impulsivity or he’d might be accused of lacking sensitivity.
“Maker knows I cannot love any other creature that is not you, Y/N.”
There is so much to be said, but for some reason there is no need to let unspoken words reach each other’s tongues. Not only because in one gaze they could see reflected in their eyes the love one feels for the other, but also the abrupt knock on the door that scares you both, a reminder that there is life beyond bed—and the kind that requests your relationship to remain a secret.
It is tiresome to hid. To pretend that neither is too intimate with the other, to ignore the sparks of jealousy that rises in both hearts and minds, to act cooly before certain situations.
As when for example the day you confronted Darth Maul, defeating him in the process and earning some battle scars that almost freaked Anakin out.
“Babe, I told you not to chase that vile being”, he scolded you then. “You could have contacted me.”
“What for? We’ve been there before, Anakin, and I told you a million times that I can do things by myself, thank you very much.”
But these arguments, endless and repetitive as they were, usually ended in bed so both of you knew how to amend it pretty well.
However, you stood in his shoes when Anakin faced the Sith Lord in person. Although this was an occasion that feared you more than you’d care to admit, you were baffled—as well as many others—that he proved to be the chosen one by defeating Chancellor Palpatine once and for all.
“And you call me stubborn”, you told him, shaking your head in disapproval.
Anakin chuckled as you glared at him. Kisses and sweet words were enough to knock your defenses down, although you were not entirely the one to blame for worrying too much.
So now here you are. Amidst celebrations, Anakin doesn’t appreciate the attention earned. For someone so proud, this only seems to separate him from you. Hence why he sees an opportunity—one he has been planning for a while—to elope with you.
You are in the middle of a conversation to Ahsoka—and today you are very elegant, dressing your best dress and wearing a good make up, wanting to feel beautiful for him—when Anakin shows up.
“Excuse me, ladies. General Y/LN, may I have a word with you?”
Although you try to disguise the amusement in your eyes, every effort you and Anakin pay in omitting the true nature of your relationship goes to nothing because Ahsoka, rolling her eyes and resting a hand in her waist, says:
“Really now? Are we all going to play pretend I’m dumb? Skyguy and Y/Nickname, I know that you are…”
“Shhhhh”, you and Anakin say at the same time, with you putting your hands over her mouth.
“Be discreet, Ahsoka”, you whisper, letting her go after ensuring she is not acting otherwise. “Please.”
“I should have not underestimated your observation”, Anakin sighs. “An adolescent like yourself should be paying attention to interests concerning your age, though.”
“Oh please, Skyguy. This is a huge insult to my intelligence. You are barely trying to be discreet. Anyone can tell you and Y/N are together, though judging by others faces in this room, they either pretend not to see what’s crystal clear or they are just blind.”
Anakin and you exchange disconcerted glances, but you try to intervene by appeasing the situation.
“Can we trust in you to keep this low for a while? Come now, Soka. You know how much you mean to us.”
It works. Ahsoka looks at you with other eyes: in fact, she’d always perceived you as a maternal figure, a role you’ve taken to yourself in the e years she’d been under Anakin’s wig knowing her difficulties with other aspects within the Order she struggled with.
“Very well”, she feels proud of herself for the responsibility delegate to her. “You will not be disappointed.”
Anakin rolls his eyes, but you smile at her and press her forehead a kiss.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
As you go after Anakin, you say:
“What’s with this rush to leave? I thought you’d enjoy to be in the center of attention.”
Once you are in the ship, Anakin flashes you a smirk and says:
“Oh, dear. I couldn’t care less about these boring ceremonies. Now, I think we should enjoy ourselves away from these pompous people. I have a better place to take you to, where I think you’ll love.” He smiles at you before turning the ship on: “Love, this is where the fun begins.”
And that is how he takes you to planet Y/C. Once getting there, you are perplexed by the landscape that draws right under your gaze: a mix of colors that brightens the horizon, brown hills peppered with pink trees—one of the kind you’ve never seen before—amidst small lakes that reinforce a delicately aesthetic.
“It’s so peaceful here, isn’t it?”, Anakin tells you, eyes glued at the expressions your face transmits.
“It is, Ani. Where are you taking me? How’d you know this place?”, you ask him.
He leads you now to the beach. There, Anakin watches with a smile on his lips how you are charmed by the wild nature. That should be the nest of your love, that only grows each day, so he decides.
“I came here only once in that mission concerning Ventress. I always wanted an opportunity to come back, and looks like I have one.”
He pauses, waiting for you to absorb what he is telling you. You take a while to understand, your eyes focused in the purple that paints that ocean, making the scenario so unique and colorful. Never before you felt such a peace.
But when your fingers are locked with his, you slowly comprehend the reason of his subtle getaway from a prestigious ceremony that was praising his great deeds.
“Anakin… What are you saying?”
“For a very long time I’ve been silenced, but I will not tolerate this anymore”, he smiles at you, delighting at your slow discovery. “Allow me to tell you how much I love you, how I cannot spend any more time without you by my side. You are such a precious gift from heavens that I fear to waste away if I don’t…”
He chokes a little with words, thrilled as much as you are.
“Anakin… Ani! Oh, Ani!”, before you can help yourself, your eyes are blurried by tears and you start weeping.
On his knees, he takes a velvet box and opens it right before you.
“I hope these are tears of joy…”, Anakin starts nervously.
You giggle.
“Of course they are!”
“Good”, he clears his throat. “Y/N Y/LN, will you give me the honor of becoming Mrs Skywalker for the rest of your life…?”
He barely finishes the proposal when you throw your arms around his neck.
“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!”
Anakin beams and so do you. Just after you share a kiss and he places a ring on your finger, he says:
“I’m very happy for choosing the perfect scenario, but can we go elsewhere? I hate sand.”
You laugh and so does he. Locking your arms with his, you say:
“Anywhere with you, Anakin, is going home to me.”
And that is the happiest day of your lives…
***
Epilogue.
…that is until the day you two get married, of course.
It happens in a private ceremony with only C3-P0 and R2-D2 as witnesses. Your hair drops loose in your waist and you wear a traditional white gown you’ve purchased of the planet you came from.
A priest awaits and in front of him, is Anakin. You admire him with eyes already puddled by tears. Your heart skips a bear when setting your gaze upon the man you love with your entire being. He is so handsome with those robes, curly hair dropping over his shoulder—certainly longer than last time—reinforcing an angelical physique that makes you swoon.
“Y/N”, he calls your name as he stands his hand to take yours. As you do so, Anakin, whose eyes are all over you, smiles excitedly. “We are starting a new life now.”
And by saying so, a hand rests upon your stomach.
“How’d you know…?”, you laugh quietly, surprised he noticed before you.
“I know my wife”, Anakin whispers into your ear, pleased to make you blush.
The priest clears his throat, it’s time. As he finally begins, you and him cannot look away from each other. Vows are professed and you are now Mrs Skywalker.
A brighter future awaits for you both, sealed in the form of a kiss…
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Bloody Pardon 2
Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> Part 2 of Bloody Pardon. Aunt Violet and her friend June has come to visit and you're still married to Lockwood.
Disclaimer: Not proof read, fluff, angst, descriptions of panic attacks, talks of love, falling in love, pain of love.
“I beg your bloody pardon?”
You practically chased Lockwood down the stairs of the house.
In his hand, he was looking through more newspaper clippings George had found. You’d originally found him in the Library, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie thrown across the back of the sofa.
He’d been rambling things about the case and what he needed you to find out whilst George and Lucy headed out into town to collect extra equipment.
You’d asked what he would be doing. (collecting his aunt and her friend from the train station)
That was when he told you.
“You heard me.”
“Lockwood, I might be married to you but I am not your wife. I thought I had made that explicitly clear to you.”
“You have.” Lockwood agreed, leafing through the mail at the bottom of the stairs.
Sometimes you wondered whether he had any perception of anything else in his life.
“But, my Aunt is also bringing her best-friend who just happens to be…”
“A posh twat?”
You turned and found Lucy standing, eating a Digestive by the bottom of the stairs.
Lockwood gave her a short smile. “Highly opinionated, to put it nicely.”
“Still doesn’t mean we have to act like a married couple.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Why?”
“Because if we don’t, the night will only become more excruciating than it already will be. And I know for a fact nobody in this house wants that. Ever.”
“I thought she was coming down for the weekend?” Lucy asked.
You could kill Lockwood.
Maybe Kipps would still be your clean-up-crew.
An hour more of arguing and you finally gave in. You and Lockwood would act like the happy couple, Lucy and Kipps would join for the first evening meal and, since George would be visiting his parents for the weekend, that left a room open for his Aunt.
“If you’d like, I can sleep in the basement. Your Aunt’s friend can stay in my room.”
“Lucy!”
“Oh, sorry.”
You slammed your hand against your head before Lockwood thanked her and agreed with her.
“I do have one question though,” Lucy stated.
“Oh, you have one question.”
“If your aunt is staying and she thinks you're married…where will you two sleep?”
“In my room.”
Part of you felt Lockwood had answered way too quickly.
“And I suppose you feel safe sleeping next to me, inches from a pillow I could use to smother you in your sleep?”
Lockwood smiled and your stomach flipped - out of feeling or anger, you didn’t quite know.
“I trust you with my life, Darling.”
You narrowed your eyes and picked up the paper in front of you on the kitchen table. “Don’t push your luck, Sweetheart.”
After that, you moved out of the kitchen and went straight up to the attic before collapsing onto your bed and trying to drown both the light and your thoughts out with your pillow.
“It shouldn’t be that bad.”
Lucy must have followed you up.
“You’re not the one who’s married into the family involuntarily, might I add.”
Lucy laughed and made her way over to your bed before sitting down on the edge. “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
Swiftly, she pulled at the pillow until you let go and she placed it beside you. From there, she pulled at your hands before you sat up.
“Hey, at least you get to embrace your feelings towards Lockwood.”
“If, what you mean by feelings, is the capability to brutally murder him every hour then, sure. I’ll help add to the marital murder rate in this country.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“No, I don’t.”
Lucy simply said your name and kept eye-contact.
Trust her to be the one to figure it out.
“I can’t like him, Lucy.”
“But you do.”
“But I do.”
“Why are you so fixed on not liking him?”
“Because in this world, liking someone puts everyone in danger. I don’t want to do that.”
“The only person you are putting in danger is yourself. You don’t think me and George don’t notice how you look at him or, better yet, how he looks at you?”
“He doesn’t look at me.”
“For the love of-” Lucy rolled her eyes and said your name again. “The pair of you are idiots.”
“Lucy, I trust your judgement of character but you’re all off for this one.”
“Bloody hell, alright. Fine. If I’m wrong-”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“But you are.”
“But I’m not.”
“What are you two arguing about?” George asked from the top of the stairs.
“She doesn’t believe Lockwood loves her.”
“Whoa, hey! No, I never said anything about love.”
“No, but your eyes do.”
“George.”
“Don’t look at me, I’m with Lucy on this one.”
“For the love of-”
“Tea’s ready!”
Despite your feelings of wanting to murder Lockwood, right now you could have kissed him.
A week later, George had left for his parents and whilst Lockwood cooked dinner back at Portland Row with the help of Kipps and Lucy, you were trying to clear your head from all the thoughts about what was or could possibly happen in the next couple of days.
You and Lucy had already spent all of the day before moving your stuff into Lockwood’s room to make it look more believable that you both were actually a married couple. Meanwhile, Lockwood and George covered the house in different photos of all of you from day’s out to “the wedding day.”.
And yet, despite all of this, you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around it.
Yes, your feelings towards Anthony Lockwood had been, in the past, less than professional. But, you had gone to great lengths to hide those particular feelings. And, so far, you’d done a good job.
Except, for the following few days, you were going to have to spend most of your time acting on or, at least, around those feelings all the while sharing the same bed with him.
Still, you didn’t exactly know when you had begun to walk back home but both too slowly and too quickly, you found yourself entering your key into your front door as the snow outside just began to clump on the street and the steps.
Entering, you were hit with the hot air from the house along with a mixture of smells from Lockwood’s cooking.
It was rare he ever cooked since George was always the better one, but - after finding out when you were sick - Lockwood could have been a close rival if he wanted to be.
You could hear laughter flowing from the living room and kitchen before you heard someone speak.
“So, is this her?”
The voice wasn’t anything like you had been expecting but then a second voice came from the kitchen.
“Oh, my, Anthony. You didn’t tell me she was this beautiful.”
The second woman pushed past the first with a smile on her face and she came straight over to you and you couldn’t help but mirror her own smile, it was that infectious.
“Hello, my darling. I’m Violet, but please, call me Vi.”
“Okay.”
You were still spinning a little so it took you a moment before introducing yourself.
“Quick, let's get that coat off you.” Violet started to help you remove your coat before walking you towards the kitchen with her. “This is June.”
You shook her hand but, compared to Violet, June seemed…you couldn’t tell. Just…not as warming.
“Now, I want to get to know my new grand-niece. Tony tells me you're the best swordswoman he’s ever seen.”
The ‘getting to know you’ conversation was split between Violet asking her questions to which Lockwood would manage to answer most of them and June asking her but Violet completely ignoring her.
Until the BIG question.
“Why did you two get married?”
June was rather harsh in her asking but Violet just smiled joyfully and turned to you. “Oh, yes. Tony, I’m still upset about that. I, at least, deserved an invite to your wedding.”
As Lockwood began to reply, you shot out of your seat to help him save what he had been cooking in his pan as it started to boil over. Taking a tea towel, you wrapped it around the handle and turned down the heat at Lockwood reached above you for a lid, handed it to you and reached for the seasoning.
You replaced the pan onto the stove, holding onto the lid. Lockwood found certain seasonings before asking you if you’d seen the Rosemary.
“Top shelf.”
“Ah.”
The pair of you worked in sync until you placed the lid on top and turned to face him only to find the pair of you closer than you’d ever been when stood in the kitchen together.
“That’s why, June.”
You both turned and found the two older women watching you both like you were their favourite soap opera.
“Look at them, how they move together. You know, my Frank and I were like that when we were younger.”
As much as the following conversation had stemmed from the way Violet viewed yourself and Lockwood together, it gave you enough time to distract yourself from the fact that you and Lockwood were standing closer than you had agreed with before you walked back home.
Dinner passed by easier than you expected, but you still thanked the heavens for Lucy and Kipps who managed to distract Violet and June into either reminiscing about the past or thinking about the future of couples such as Lucy and Kipps.
Until June asked her questions again.
Lucy- well, Kipps was half way through talking about Lucy and their first date when June turned to you and Lockwood who were sitting shoulder to shoulder and asked; “How did you know you two were in love? After all, you both are a little younger than some to get married in this day and age. How did you know he was the one?”
You sat there, food half chewed and you shared a slightly panicked look with Lockwood who, despite all the questioning, somehow still managed to keep his cool.
“Erm, well…”
Think of something, think of something, think of something, think of something, think of something, think of something, think of some-
“It shouldn’t be that hard, dear. He is your husband after all.”
Husband.
That word echoed over and over in your head.
Lockwood is your husband. Shouldn’t you have a story?
“Oh, June. Leave her alone. She’s had a busy day, I’m sure she’ll tell us later.”
“No, Vi. We’ve come to see the newly wedded couple, haven’t we?”
It felt like the walls were closing in on you and the room was slowly starting to fall onto an axis. Slowly, the voices began to muffle and before you knew it, you pushed your chair back and excused yourself.
“I’ll be right back.”
In the distance, you could hear Lockwood apologising for you. Something about work and a brutal interrogation not that long ago.
Pulling yourself up the stairs with the bannister, you eventually made it into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.
Usually, anytime you looked at Lockwood, you got nervous. But, like, happy-nervous, butterflies forming a tornado in your stomach nervous.
Only, with the questioning and feelings and the having to act like you loved Lockwood with all your heart whilst also making sure that the real feelings were kept at bay and the feelings of annoyance remained and the fake and real feelings didn’t get mixed up; that happy tornado now felt like a washing machine that had come off its hinges and was beating against your lungs.
It took a while before you realised Lockwood had been standing outside the bathroom door almost the entire time and had been calling your name.
Meanwhile, you had turned the tap on and off twice, splashed your face twice and by the time you felt ready to open the door and head back downstairs, Lockwood pulled you back.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. You don’t have to apologise.”
“Christ,” that feeling was coming back.
You pressed your hand to your stomach, trying to focus on your breathing.
Lockwood’s gaze scanned your face. You were growing paler by the second and your breathing was just like how it used to be when you had a horror movie night with Lucy and George and you knew something was coming - you just didn’t know what.
“Alright. You’re alright.” Lockwood’s hand came to your shoulders, looking around before finding his room and leading you inside.
From there, Lockwood sat you down on the bed before closing the door and coming back and kneeling in front of you.
“I don’t know if I can do this. I-I can’t lie to your family, Anthony. I can barely lie to myself.”
Lockwood continued to study you before bringing your hand to his chest.
“Can you feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“My heartbeat. Can you feel it?”
Lockwood pressed your hand closer to his chest until he saw the small flicker of recognition in your eyes.
“Okay, I want you to count. I want you to count the beats until you can breathe again. Okay?”
“Okay.”
You were on track for a while until your mind started floating again.
“It’s just me and you. Nobody else. Just me and you, counting the beats.”
You nodded and started counting again.
You didn’t know how long had passed. No-one came to find either of you and Lockwood never made a move to get out or apologise to anyone for taking so long.
It was just you and him.
He didn’t care if it took all night to make sure you were okay. He would kneel on the floor with you and for you, holding your hand against his chest, counting his heartbeats until you finally were able to breathe.
“I don’t know if I- I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be…with you.”
Without being with you, you wanted to add.
“Then just be you.” Anthony told you. “Just be you. Lord knows Barnes already calls us an old married couple anyway.”
Lockwood’s statement made you smile, and only when you let out a soft, quiet laugh, did he fully smile, too.
“I’m sorry,” Lockwood apologised, gripping your hand in his a little tighter. “If I’d never picked up the case-”
“Then Faye would have never have gotten the answers about her brother and would still be spending every night wondering what happened to him,” you told Lockwood. “I know why you did it, Lockwood. I don’t blame you for doing what you did, even if you did sign real papers rather than fake ones.”
Lockwood nodded, waiting for you to continue.
“But…I guess we could skip over the newly wedded bliss and go straight to an old married couple?”
Lockwood looked up to you for a moment, both delighted and unsure on how to react.
“I mean, when have we ever done anything straight forward in this house?”
Lockwood smiled, and let out a small sigh of relief before lowering his head and bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your palm.
“Thank you.” Lockwood then held your hand in both of his. “For everything. And, if it helps, we’re only gonna be married for a few more days.”
“What?”
“I finally got a call back from the solicitor.” Lockwood told you. “He did say it’s the first case Miss Kirk has ever had where fake and real documents have been mistaken in a marriage contract, but she’s taken our case and she’s drawing up all what needs to be signed. Everything that we each own will remain with ourselves. It’ll be as if we were never married.”
It took you a moment before you realised what this meant.
No more husband or wife.
It’ll go back to the way that it was.
Just friends and coworkers.
Feelings could be hidden again and you would never have to talk about them, ever again.
“Well…good. Thank you, Lockwood.”
Lockwood nodded, slowly letting your hand go as he stood. “I-I should go and check on everyone. Make sure they haven’t killed Lucy and Kipps yet.”
“Yeah, you better. And, Tony?”
He looked back from the door.
“Thank you.”
Lockwood nodded with a smile in response before leaving the room and closing the door behind him and the moment he did, you felt your heart shatter.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Lockwood’s had done the same.
Downstairs, Lockwood told everyone you were okay and had just eaten something bad earlier that day. You had thought the walk would have cleared your head but it didn’t so you just needed a little time.
June’s reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Lockwood either.
She either didn’t like you and therefore didn’t care, or she didn’t believe a word he said.
Maybe both.
But when you came down ten minutes later, Violet hugged you and had you sit down.
She had noticed you hadn’t finished your tea since June’s grilling had sent your stomach beating against your lungs so, whilst Lucy, Kipps and Lockwood entertained June in the living room - helped with Violet’s excuse of wanting to get to know her grand-niece better - Violet made you a cup of tea and some dry toast.
“I always wanted another girl in the family. Ever since me, there hasn’t been another girl born. All boys.” Violet smiled, pushing the toaster down. “So when I heard Anthony had gotten married, I was over the moon. I would have liked an invite, but it was rather short notice.”
“You have no idea,” you laughed a little. “Listen, Mrs-”
“Please, call me Violet. Or, Vi.”
“Violet,” you smiled.
In all honesty, you were a nervous-wreck. You pressed your hands between your knees as you turned to look at her as she finished stirring the two teas she’d made.
“Oh, thank you.” She handed you your cup. “Violet.”
“Yes, my dear.”
“You have to know, I do love your nephew. We’re both young and it was quick but I do love him.”
Violet smiled. “I have no doubt about that, my dear. And, please, ignore June. She really is a nice woman. When I first met her, she didn’t believe that me and Frank were a couple and were rather two undercover agents.”
“Oh,” you laughed.
“Yes, oh.” Violet replied. “She’ll warm up to you eventually. Just give her time. And tea. She loves tea.”
“Noted.”
“But I would like to know something,” she added. “When did you know?”
“Know what?” you asked, a little weary.
“That you loved Anthony. People will dispute young and first love also being your forever and last love, but I don’t. I’d just like to know. It’s been so long since I've seen a love story play out and, just when did you know?”
You smiled, placing your hand over her’s as she held your other hand.
“I’ll tell you, but I have to warn you, it’s not exciting.”
“Any tale of love is exciting at my age, my dear.”
With a smile, you then told her the truth.
You told her about the day you knew you had fallen in love with Anthony Lockwood.
You’d known you liked him ever since you’d been arguing with him when fighting off level two spirits in a building just outside of Guildford.
You’d been annoyed at him for a couple of weeks since he’d been reckless too many times to count and it was only when you yelled at him, not noticing the spirit behind you and he pushed you onto the ground to save you, did you speak to him in a normal voice.
“Why are you so bothered about this?”
“Because if something happened to you, what do you think I’d-” you’d panicked for a moment but kept your cool. “We’d do? What do you think we’d do if something happened to you, Tony?”
It was a while before you told him you loved him (at least, that’s what you told Violet.)
But the day you fell in love with him, and you admitted it to yourself, was the day he had just come home.
He’d been out most of the day and Lucy and George had gone to pick up some take-out when you stood in the kitchen doorway and saw him hang up his coat, remove his tie and walk inside.
It was nothing spectacular. It was just a small “I love you” that you said in your head. In fact, it took you a moment or two before you even knew you’d said it in your head.
“And what about Tony? When did he-”
“When I saw her teach George how to dance in the living room one day,” Lockwood said from where he was leaning against the door frame. “Though I didn’t know it at the time.”
“Just as bad as your uncle.” Violet said. “You know, it took me hitting him over the head with the morning newspaper for him to tell me he loved me. A man of very few words, but also a man of great action.”
Lockwood smiled at you and you smiled back as he pulled out a chair and sat beside you with his arm across the back of yours.
Lockwood then sat there as Violet told both of you the story of her and Frank and how they met and fell in love and got married and despite how much they tried, they could never have children.
But it was okay.
“We spent all our free time helping out other families, helping lost children find their families when they’ve been separated by lost spirits.”
It wasn’t until June, however, came inside telling everyone she was going to bed that you had noticed you’d seemingly moulded yourself into Lockwood’s side as Violet had been telling her story.
All that came now was sleeping in the same bed as Lockwood.
Maybe you could build a pillow wall.
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Hydrogen Anon, I know I'm back rather quickly, but I'm gonna talk about Creme Republic in the Self Aware AU because it's my favourite location in the game.
Some Cookie Odyssey Spoilers--
The Creme Republic would probably first take notice of Gingerbrave and company sometime around Chapter 10, possibly before, seeing as at the start of Cookie Odyssey, it's established they had tabs on the Ancient Heroes. Though the small group of people with access to this information would all be rather confused..
How are a group of young teens with a thief no less, able to go to all these locations and manage this?? So they keep even closer eyes on the group, maybe even sending some cookies to watch them in their travels. This is when they find out about MC, which is seemingly this mysterious sentient being, hiding away, yet advising them every time they get into a fight..
Weird.
I also imagine that if MC ever ends up in Earthbread by some ridiculous circumstance, this would probably be a very, not bad per se.. (there is duskgloom and beast yeast after all). But just not great place to land in. You're in a city with no money, and people are giving you weird looks because you clearly aren't from here and don't know where you're going.
(Going thru some characters) - beware very ooc.
I feel like Clotted Cream would just be completely thrown for a loop, it kind of made sense until he was told that the cookies had never actually heard this figure "speak", MC just guided them into a battle formation and then they'd win. It sounds completely ludicrous. I think that CCC wouldn't suspect MC to be a higher power initially, but would suspect MC, whatever they were, had some level of strategic genius to lead a group that effectively, all while never actually being seen.
Financier and Madeleine don't initially think MC is a celestial or anything, that's jumping the gun a little, in fact when the Council of Heroes happens they find MC a little unnerving, MC has eyes everywhere, nobody can see them, and they never say anything. MC just keeps watching. By the time Ch.2 and 3 roll around they get convinced though. MC literally guided all of them, helping in fighting the masked cookies, as well as defending the republic when DE attacked, when they finally witness MCs bizarre guidance in person they walk away with a really different perception, MC being some kind of celestial isn't completely impossible.
When news of the weird entity reaches the elders, they've all got radically different perceptions of MC, (I won't go thru them all it will take forever) - I think Caviar wouldn't care in the slightest what they were, if they really are some higher power, and so far, mute, they probably won't be telling anyone anytime soon, speculation is fine, but the more important issue is if they're a threat or not, and so far, despite their suspicious demeanor they haven't *really* done anything bad.
Honestly I have no idea where Oyster would stand on this, wherever she stands though, she probably keeps her opinion very secretive, though. Or holds off on making assumptions until they have more information.
I'll do Expresso too, screw it. He subscribes to the belief that you're a cookie with incredibly powerful magic, plain and simple. (I could also see him not caring either, but in this case I imagine curiousity getting the better of him).
Though--out of the lot he finds MC the most unnerving, for exactly that reason. If they are a cookie, why do they never show themselves or speak, even in emergencies??
I hope you liked my *very* out of character rambles about the Creme Republic, use these HC how you want, they aren't very good lmfao.
Hello again Hydrogen, welcome back.
I do believe that CCC are very confused about Mc and want to find some understanding not liking how they know nothing of them.
I think when Mc first landed in Earthbread I felt like everyone at first could see them but for right now so unknown things happen where they are not invisible but only those they chose can see them.
And I think that the Mc can talk but when that unknown thing happened it kind of messed up their way of speaking. Kind of like tinkerbell where all you hear are bells when she speaks or they don't need to say anything but yet they still know what they are saying, or some form of sign language.
Just imagine those cookies shocked and confused when they see Mc leading them to battle. But I think Mc really cares about the main squad as to them they are also confused about this new place.
But I do think after Mc helps out with fighting the masked cookies more about their existence started to be talked about.
I do like your self aware hc better than what I can do, does make me want to write oneshots.
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The Truth to Light: Chapter 2
(oh my goddd this was supposed to be a drabble. why am i writing a three part fic? lexx, stop it, bad lexx)
Side Hoes Week day 2: Wes Weston, Revenge
Characters: Wes, Tucker
WC: 1494
[chapter one]
[ao3]
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“What are you gonna do if he loses?”
Tucker turned around, trying to not let the annoyance show through. One of these days he’d be able to walk by Wes Weston without hearing a comment, but today wasn’t one of those days. Though interestingly, Weston was far less…gloat-y than Tucker thought he would be.
Maybe it was the video. Maybe finally seeing all the horrors on screen was enough to humble him. Maybe the stupid redhead was finally realizing how recklessly he had been acting, trying to expose Danny for the past two years.
But instead of shutting the hell up, Weston had now taken to lurking around and trying to have “secret” conversations with Sam and Tucker. As if he had been in on their trio the whole time.
Hah. As if.
Weston leaned against the brick wall and bit into the apple in his hand. His green eyes were steeled on Tucker, and the determination on his face was reminiscent of a cheesy spy movie. The situation itself was so stereotypical, Tucker would have found it comical a few months ago. But then again, it was hard to find anything humorous lately.
“So?” Weston said through a mouthful of apple. He swallowed, then continued, “You gonna go after the Ghost Investigation Ward?”
Tucker had to refrain from letting out his hundredth exasperated sigh that month from talking to Weston. “And how exactly would I do that?”
Weston, it seemed, had no reservations about letting out a huff himself. He pushed off the brick wall, tossing the bitten apple in his hand. “Foley, I’m not a fucking idiot. I know what your little side hobby is.”
“You honestly don’t know anything about me.”
“Oh, and so I bet that mechanical ghost just happened to hack his own system for a year? And all Technus’ world domination attempts just happened to get shut down by themselves?”
“I’ve heard Phantom was pretty good at his job. Maybe he got a lucky shot.”
Weston rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. Because Fenton is known for being such a programming genius.”
Tucker folded his arms over his chest. Play stupid, just play stupid. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?” Weston said lightly through his glaring eyes. He snatched the apple out of the air mid-toss and stalked over to Tucker, jabbing his finger into his chest. This close, Tucker could smell the deodorant Weston had sprayed on his body after basketball practice. “The rest of this school may think it was just Danny, but I know all about your double life too. You can’t fool me. I know you didn’t make the honor roll last year through any real academic merits.”
“Maybe I’m just smarter than you think, Weston.”
“Oh, I know you’re smarter than everyone else thinks. Trust me.” He took a step back and tore out another chunk of the apple. “And I know you played a bigger role in your little secret trio ghost fighting club than anyone knows.”
Tucker glanced around knowing that everyone had left the school property long ago. He would have been long gone too, had he not needed to make up this English exam. But it was worth it. He needed to appear in court for Danny. He had worked too damn hard to get his friend out of that hellhole, and he would never forgive himself if he let school get in the way of this rescue operation now.
With the assurance they were truly alone, he finally dropped his shoulders and hissed, “So what if I did? You gonna go tattle to the government?”
“No…” Weston’s gaze finally flickered away from Tucker. “But I’m just wondering what you’re going to do if he loses the trial.”
“He’s not going to lose.”
“He might.”
“He won’t,” Tucker said. “He can’t. I worked—I—he can’t lose. He can’t.”
Weston’s keen perception and ability to get under Tucker’s skin were all too annoying. “So you’ve already done something, then?”
“Yeah, Weston, it’s called spending weeks trapped in a room with lawyers being hounded by questions about my best friend. The fuck did you think I’ve been up to?”
“As I said, I’m not an idiot. You’re a hacker. What sort of revenge have you been planning?”
God, Tucker could scream. Did this moron actually think that just because he waited for Tucker after school, that suddenly meant all secrets would be revealed?
They weren’t even friends! They had never been friends! Just because Weston figured out who Danny was, didn’t mean shit!
But he forced his anger back down, he forced that urge to punch Weston in his stupid freckled face down, he forced his shaking fists into his hoodie pockets. “I haven’t planned anything, dumbass. Why would I risk Danny’s freedom like that?”
“Because you know the government is never going to give him up. He’s too powerful. You know this.”
He did know this.
“Judges don’t care what the stupid Guys in White want.”
“They don’t?” Weston said. “Huh, that’s news to me. I didn’t know the US Judicial system was so flawless. Better go correct the history books, then.” He made a big show of biting into his apple, chomping loudly as he said through a muddled jaw, “I guess the government will just have to give up a massive bio-weapon and unlimited source of ecto-energy when some random judge asks them nicely to hand Phantom over. I’m sure it’ll go over well.”
The urge to punch Weston in the face was growing stronger by the second.
“Whatever, Wes,” Tucker bit out. “If you’re just gonna be a dick, then I’m done talking to you. Unlike you, I actually have things to do. Like, you know, saving my friend’s life.”
“No, come on.” Weston grabbed Tucker’s arm, who didn’t hesitate to rip himself out of Weston’s grip. “Listen, I know you’re planning some sort of revenge against the GIW. Come on, I can help.”
“I’m not planning anything,” Tucker reiterated. Mentally, he noted that it was because he’d already done it by releasing the videos. “And even if I were, I’d never tell you.”
“I can be useful. Admit it, the fact that I figured out who Danny really was two years before anyone else did? That was impressive.”
Tucker snorted. “Sure, and we can forget the part where you stalked us trying to out Danny and sell him to the government. What’s wrong, Weston, feeling a bit of buyer’s remorse?” He whirled back around to face the other boy. “You got your wish, didn’t you? You spent years trying to sell him out to the Guys in White, and guess what? Eventually, they got him! And then the videos came out and it turned out, you were fucking right about Danny being a halfa. Wes was right all fucking along! So congrats, Wes, truly. You got your wish. Now go celebrate with someone else and leave me alone.”
When Weston finally said nothing in return, Tucker let the anger fade. The fists in his pocket uncurled, and the tightness in his neck released. He sighed and toed the patchy grass. “My best friend was kidnapped, dude. I don’t really care about your guilt or whatever it is you’re feeling. I’m just trying to get him back.” His voice cracked at the end, but he didn’t care anymore.
Tucker wasn’t some macho, tough guy. He was just a sixteen-year-old geek who liked to fool around with computer programs and play video games with his friends on the weekend. He didn’t want all…this.
But he didn’t have a choice.
“Just leave me alone,” Tucker said.
“Foley…listen, I’m sorry, okay? And—and you don’t need to recruit me. But you’re gonna have to think of something. The government’s never going to let Danny go. The videos were good, but they won’t be good enough. This isn’t the first time torture has been uncovered by the federal government.”
Tucker continued staring at the ground. He knew this…he really did…but…
“The public pressure,” he tried.
“It won’t matter.”
Tucker gnawed at his lip. “This isn’t about revenge, Weston.”
“Okay, fine. But you’ll still have to do something. And correct me if I’m wrong, but based on what you’ve already done, I don’t think this will be too challenging for you.”
Surprise flickered through Tucker, but before he could process what Weston was talking about, the taller teen had already grabbed his backpack and shouldered past him.
“Just think about it, okay?”
And then Weston was strolling to the parking lot, whistling with an ease that suggested nothing but pure innocence. Like he hadn’t just spent the past few minutes conspiring with Tucker.
Leaving Tucker standing there, alone, stunned.
Had Wes really…?
But no. No one knew about that.
Danny would be fine. Tucker had done enough. He had to have. What more could he give? What more could he do to get Danny out of there?
There was nothing else…right?
Right?
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wanna be yours part six | mcu ; p.maximoff
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CHAPTERS ;
one - two - three - four - five can be found by clicking as soon as I link them, probably in the morning.
AUTHORS NOTES;
Wow, it has been a while since I updated this BUT BUT.. I'm doing it now, so ha! This one just kind of came to me, at last, things clicked into place like I wanted. It was so hard to reign this in, it very nearly turned into filth BUT.. i managed to stop it.
I wanna thank everybody who takes the time to read my work. And those who comment/like/reblog/reblog with tags, oh my god, you guys are amazing, you always make me heart sooo happy when I read back over your tags/comments after seeing them. This means so much to me and honestly, I can't thank you enough.
SUMMARY;
-- forbidden fruit is always the sweetest fruit.
you are Tony Starks daughter and Pietro Maximoff has pretty well staked his claim. How will this play out in the end, hm?
PAIRING;
Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader. Reader is female, has female parts but beyond this, there are no real physical descriptions present.
WARNINGS;
Ugh, fuck me. Pietro. He's the warning. Heavy sexual tension, swearing, me using google translate when he lapses into Sokovian (i provide translations), eventual filth, a potential murder when Tony finds out his daughter's dating an Avenger... and that particular one, at that. More warnings to come, probably.
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OTHER STUFF;
Let's see here. Tower isn't destroyed, Pietro isn't dead, Tony won't be dying if I make it all the way to that part in the mcuverse, several other things might change or be added and scrapped entirely, I'm not sure yet.
Sleep was not happening for you. You finally accepted this around 2 am when you slipped out of bed and tugged on the Motorhead t-shirt you shed an hour before when you thought that maybe if you slept naked you’d actually sleep because you wouldn’t be quite so hot.
As you steal through the long corridor in your wing and step out into the shared areas, you spot a light on in the gym. You wander over and lean in the open doorway to see Pietro punching the weight bag, focused intently on the task. And all you could think about was earlier, on the couch. The way he kissed you like his life depended on it. The way his hands felt when they roamed your body in a pace foreign to the Sokovian speedster. Like he wanted to learn every curve, every freckle and every scar on you.
You’re in such a trance that you don’t realize you’ve been caught staring until Pietro is there, standing in front of you. Leaned in the opposite side of the open doorway as blue eyes flit over you filled with hunger. You swallow hard and you’ve closed the slim gap between your bodies before you even realize you’ve done it. “Piet?” you mumble, gaze settling on him as you go quiet. Not sure what to say or even do next.
But he knows. He’s perceptive. He can feel the nervous energy rolling off you in waves and he knows exactly why. You want to ask him if the kiss meant everything but you’re afraid. He chuckles quietly, blue eyes dancing as they lock on your lips and he leans into you and down just enough. Just so that rough lips bump your mouth softly as his hands catch on your hip, their warmth burning through your shirt it feels. You shiver at the touch and bite your lip.
“Don’t do that, draga mea. I want to do that.” he’s only half teasing when it slips out. You turn red all over. Pout a little as you blow at your hair. “Tease.” you mumble.
“Am not.”
“But you are, though.” you respond, a hand raising. Resting against a heart that beats so very fast. It could be the superhuman physiology, it could be something else entirely. You’re not sure. Your own heart’s beating a lot faster than usual too but around him, this isn’t new.
Pietro decides to both call your bluff and answer your unspoken question. A hand raises with such quickness it’s like it hadn’t happened at all and it catches in the back of your hair as his mouth crashes against your own and he’s pulling you up his body with his other arm which is definitely him giving a show of strength and yes, that show of strength goes right to your panties and you’re dripping in an instant. Your legs circle his waist and he deepens the kiss, his tongue running along yours, dominating the kiss. You almost forget to breathe a time or two. By the time it breaks you’re whimpering and rubbing against him with your hands dragging through platinum hair and tugging and digging in against a muscular bare shoulder with enough force to leave crescent imprints from your nails behind on pale skin.
He growls and there’s this wild gleam dancing in his eyes when the kiss breaks and you pull apart to breathe. He doesn’t put you down, he carries you down the hallway and you duck your head as everything around you starts to blur together.
When you look up again, you are inside of his private wing in the tower. Standing in the middle of the living space. Pietro lets you climb down but he’s on you again in an instant, your back up against the wall beside the door leading into the large suite of rooms. His hands are all over you and when he bucks himself into you a time or two, you feel how he’s dangerously close to bursting through his sweats and you whine, needy.
Breathless as he looks at you, he licks his lips and leans in real close, his mouth up against the shell of his ear. “Now do you believe me, draga mea? I am not a tease.” as his hand snakes down, settling against your ass to squeeze as he melts his muscular frame against you and takes several long and deep breaths, chuckling. “Couldn’t sleep either, hm?” he questions, pulling away to gaze at you. You shake your head and his hand grasps the column of your neck as his finger rolls over you soft cheek. His forehead settles against yours and very quietly, he admits breathless against your mouth, “It is so hard not to do things my way. Fast.” his fingers dig against your ass, bunching the bottom of the thin shirt up over it slightly so that he feels thin lace below in the process, “when it comes to you, draga mea.”
“What do you want, hm?” you question as you stare into his eyes. Pietro chuckles. And he rattles off a long list of nonsense but then his words die away and he murmurs in a low velvet growl, “You. I want you, draga mea.”
“Fuck.” you whimper it out, your breath coming in shaky gasps. “I want you too, I’m just..” you go quiet. “My father and my own bad luck and I-I’m.. I’m a fucking mess, Piet. A mess.”
“And I don’t care, draga mea.” he mumbles, finger curling beneath your chin to get you looking up at him again. “I don’t care about any of it. You asked me what I wanted. I answered you.”
You bite your lip as it settles in for you.
“I want you too. I really do.”
“And you have me. I am right here. I am more patient than I seem.” he goes quiet, just the slightest hint of red in his face because this is Pietro Maximoff at his most vulnerable. His most honest.
And you know it. You can see it in his eyes.
“So what do we ah.. What do we do?” you drag your hand through your hair as you look up at him. He chuckles quietly, pulling you even closer as he answers calmly, “We do whatever you want, draga mea.”
#pietro maximoff#pietro maximoff imagine#pietro maximoff fanfiction#pietro maximoff fanfic#pietro maximoff x reader#pietro maximoff x fem!reader
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i7☆Challenge day 08
⚠ Some discussion of Part 6 under the cut and lots of unnecessary rambling
my favourite Zool member is minami!!! 🐍
he actually won me over via his RabbiTube episode, Nishiyama truly knows what he was doing 😵💫
... I just like him a lot.
If sogo is my #1 fav, then he is #2. I really like how Arima sensei draws her female characters, and out of the cast, both of them are more delicate looking with somewhat feminine features. They are sooo pretty to me aaaaa I always enjoy sensei's posted pictures of them
TRIGGER may be contrasting in a masculine way and sexy, but I think Minami is also very sexy ^q^ (let's refer to a RabbiTube comment 🙈)
rough translation: He is soft-spoken and articulate, with a graceful elegance, but composes for ŹOOĻ with rebellious lyrics and a solid sound, which is contrary to his slender, androgynous image. He is ŹOOĻ's performer and former child prodigy with a child actor's background. At the end of the day, this sex appeal is still underage... Too many gaps, I can't help but stan
aaaa,,, I really agree ^q^
Okay, time for the serious talk about the character - there are commonalities between minami and sogo, where they have backgrounds that result in them being in the public eye since young. I don't doubt they come from well-to-do families. And they have resulting issues about it... :'( Here, in part 6 Zool shares a moment of vulnerability with their new manager. Minami confesses that the past him felt he could only follow the advice and bidding of the adults around him
I had so much brainrot about him. Are his parents also people in the acting industry, or maybe there's a possibility that they are also involved in music. It seems that minami travelled abroad to North Maea to obtain musical training, and it is implied that it is a decision he himself wished for. Is it because of his passion, or because he wanted to get away from his parents' sphere of influence in Japan? And from his bday card in 2022, the portrayal is that he had musical exposure since he was a child. Was it also a parental decision to coach him in music? Since he finds freedom in music, my headcanon is that either his parents are not overly passionate about it (they are in the film industry) or they are not fans of the rebellious genre that minami likes (lol)
And even more brainrot about his student years in North Maea. What kind of person was he, and what was his social life like!! omg!! In the MV for <Never Lose My Rule>, minami was depicted as a socialite :O was he like this during schooling years too? I could imagine him going to an uppity private school. Lowkey I think he's quite misanthropic, before he met Zool
He has very mixed feelings about Haruki. He says he does not want Haruki to be seen as a virtuous man through Ryuu's stage portrayal of Haruki. He may not dislike Nagi as an individual, though I think he struggles with the perception that he was being compared to Nagi in Haruki's eyes 😟 Minami struggles with feelings of abandonment as well, and it stems from buried insecurity regarding his bond with Haruki. so I can see why he coddles for Haruka :') I would love to unravel his trauma 😍 see more of his side stories or character arc, even after the North Maea main story arc
I really like how Zool consist of imperfect individuals. They are characters with more room to grow
An extra goodie below for the people reading all this 😍🙏
right now I'm hesitating whether to roll his card in the current Prince Stage event 😵💫
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My Atlantis - Part 3
John and Sherlock try to sort things out after their scandal.
Warnings: swearing
Part 1
Part 2
1425 words
“Detective Inspector, can you tell us more about the current relationship between Mr. Watson and Mr. Holmes? Is it true that the two of them are planning on getting married? So soon after Mrs. Morstan?”
Greg felt as if someone had just punched him in the face. He took a few minutes to collect his thoughts before responding. “Excuse me…? This is a press conference for an ongoing murder case.” Having to explain these circumstances felt ridiculous enough.
And he was right, this was a press conference for a murder case, but who cared about murder cases anymore? The press had a much bigger scandal to worry about. When the journalists started to continue with their questions about the relationship between John and Sherlock, Greg started to feel himself getting angrier and angrier by the second. This wasn’t just about people disrespecting his work as an inspector. This was about the people getting into the private lives of his friends. Calm down, Greg. You’re getting emotional again, this is not what they taught you.
Ah, who cares?
The inspector slammed one hand on the table in front of him to shut the crowd up.
“This conference is over. I don’t have the time to answer unnecessary questions about the private lives of people close to me. All of you should work on your perception of respect. Thank you.” His coworkers stared at him as he walked out but he just ignored their looks, he didn’t care anymore. The past few weeks had been hard enough on everyone associated with them.
John sat on the bed of his hotel room and stared at his reflection in the mirror in front of him. He didn’t recognize himself anymore. It wasn’t his appearance, he hadn’t changed at all. It was something inside of him that had changed completely, for the worse. He and Sherlock hadn’t talked for months now. It was as if he had lost his best friend yet again. And to make matters worse, simple things like grocery shopping weren’t possible without getting recognized and harassed by at least 2 people. But it was for the better. He needed the space, he needed the isolation more than anything else.
But his look still wandered to the phone in his hand.
Come home.
- SH
John knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea to meet Sherlock again, especially since he had no idea how to handle the current situation. Sherlock wasn’t the best when it came to empathy. It didn’t take long for him to make up his mind. The man quickly tied his shoes and walked out of the room.
“John, darling! Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” Mrs. Hudson pulled him into a warm hug, not letting go for several seconds. Even though John always thought of her hugs to be quite uncomfortable, he felt like he needed this one today. She looked at him with an encouraging smile on her face and stroked his shoulder. “Sherlock is upstairs, dear.”
John smiled a bit and gave her a thankful nod. “I missed you too, Mrs. Hudson.”
When he opened the door, Sherlock was already standing in the middle of the room, staring out of the window, as he always did when he was thinking about something. As he heard John entering the room, he turned around immediately, this wasn’t usual for him. “John.” “Hello, Sherlock.”
A few seconds of uncomfortable silence followed, which was finally broken by John.
“So, why did you want me to come here?”
“I figured you might need a place to stay. A hotel room isn’t the most comfortable to live in. And don’t worry about the groceries, Mrs. Hudson will get them for the both of us.” John slightly rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “How did you know that I was living in a hotel room? Did you figure it out by the state of my shoes? My hair maybe?” John's provocative tone seemed to hurt Sherlock, one could see it in the change of his look.
“No. I went to your place and talked to Mary. She told me that you moved out.” John bit his lip and let out a small sigh. “Look, I’m sorry… I’m just not in the right state of mind right now… I have lost a lot.” Sherlock nodded and took a few steps toward his friend. “I know. And I feel sorry for you. That’s why I’m offering you a place to stay. It might be best for the two of us to have something to distract ourselves.” For the two of us… So this seemed to hurt Sherlock as well. It made John feel a bit better.
“Thank you, Sherlock. Yes, I'd gladly stay with you, the hotel bed made my back hurt anyways.” The both of them shared a chuckle.
And it didn’t even take an hour for them to talk like nothing had happened.
They sat in their chairs, going over through some old cases when John leaned back and put his hands on his face. “My god… These past months have been exhausting. I thought I had lived through everything when I came back from the war.” He laughed a bit.
“Believe me, when I catch the bastard who sent those pictures to the newspaper…” John let out another laugh but, this time, Sherlock stayed silent. John gave him a confused look but Sherlock avoided eye contact.
“What’s up?” He chuckled. “You’re almost acting as if you were the one who-” It hit him.
“You utter…” John got up with a force that knocked over the armchair he was sitting in. His voice was quiet and monotone but one could hear the rage in it without looking him in the face. “I’m going to kill you.”
Sherlock didn’t hesitate to pull his gun out of his coat and pointed it at his friend with a cold look on his face. John stopped in his step and looked at him, his mouth slightly open from shock.
There they stood, frozen in time.
“...why.”
A tear rolled down Sherlock’s cheek as his hand started to shake.
“Because it was right, John. It was the ONLY right thing to do.” “It was what? You took everything away from me…” John couldn’t handle screaming right now, the shock was still too deep.
“Someone told me that one shouldn’t let the people they love make the wrong decisions. And I didn’t. You KNEW it was wrong, I saw your face, I took your goddamn pulse when you gave me that hug during my speech.” He slowly lowered his gun and John immediately started to take slow steps toward him.
“Believe me, John, I have been laying in my bed for nights, thinking about what to do. I can’t handle the thoughts of you living with the wrong person. Mary is a beautiful woman, god, she did so much for both of us, bless her soul. But she wasn’t the right person, she never was. They ALL never were. I know what you felt during that night, I know that YOU knew it was right. I offered you to stay with me, to stay with the right person. To make things right, to finally live the life you deserve. I am giving you the chance to forget about all of this chaos for just a few hours, to just feel at home. Because I know you’ve never felt that way when you were with her. Believe me, I have waited long enough for this, I had never planned to make a step in the first place. But alcohol never lies and since then, I’ve learned that nicotine, by far, isn’t the worst addiction of mine. And now you have the chance to live your life with the person you belong with. If you decide against it, go on. Push me out of the window, beat me down to the floor. I don’t care. Because I don’t want to carry on living without the person I truly love.”
John just stood there and stared into Sherlock’s eyes. This time, his eyes were full of emotions and one could see that the man was hurting like hell. One could see that he had been waiting to say those words for years. After a few minutes, John turned around, walked out, and shut the door behind him.
“Oh, John. You’re already leaving? I’ve heard some noise upstairs, is everything alright?”
“Yes, Mrs. Hudson. Don’t worry.”
“When will I see you again?”
“...Goodbye, Mrs. Hudson.”
#sherlock bbc#sherlock holmes fanfic#sherlock#sherlock x john#sherlock fanfic#john watson fanfic#john watson#sherlock holmes#johnlock fanfic#johnlock
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For the character asks... I pick Carlisle.
Heyo sliebman10! Thanks for the ask~
Since you didn't specify a stand-in question (I'm answering relative to the Winter Light verse, so I skipped questions 2-4), I decided to answer @tsunderewatermelon's question from his ask about Mina!
"What was [his] most character-defining moment in the series so far, in your opinion. Like, what really made the character pop for you?"
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1: sexuality headcanon:
This is two-fold. First, I see him as either demi or gray, as far as the aro/ace spectrum goes - disinterested unless the conditions click. Second, he lived as long as he did without being involved with a woman along the way, but did end up involved with men (even if rare and not very deep). As a result, I'm fairly sure 'of the same gender' is a necessary condition for any attraction to click.
5: first headcanon that pops into my head
Oddly enough... similar to Mike, he keeps (or tries to keep) a calmer external demeanor but has an over-dramatic, loud inner monologue.
6: favorite line from this character
Honestly, his entire exchange with Mike in Midnight (Ch 14) was a strange blend of awkward, tense, and strangely hilarious in an absurdist way. I think it's because he himself is really sincere, despite the stiff awkwardness. There were two little bits that I loved - the first about Rosalie and the second about Beau/the hospital incident:
“Rose and I don’t interact too often outside of school-related matters.”
“Interesting. She regularly corresponds with you. Do you not consider her a friend?”
“A friend…”
<paragraph about Mike thinking over things>
Huh… maybe they were friends of a sort after all?
“You’ve come to a realization.”
<Mike considers Carlisle's clearly inhuman presentation>
“I didn’t think of it that way before, but I suppose we are. Friends, that is.”
“I would agree, based on what Rosalie has told me.”
“What makes you say I didn’t create the bond on purpose?”
This man was just as inquisitive as his brother. Mike could appreciate that, though, being of that sort himself.
“It seemed obvious to me. From what Beau told me of the… bond initiation, anyways. If you had intentionally created the bond, I think you would have been more careful or deliberate about it, or at least less visibly affected and more in control.”
“Ah, that…” The doctor looked away briefly before meeting Mike’s eyes again. “I was not feeling well at the time. That day was… not exactly my finest moment.”
Wow. Carlisle really did resemble his brother a lot, huh?
“You are right, of course. I do not know how or why that bond initiated, but I would have done something to stop it, had I known what would happen.”
7: one way in which I relate to this character
Trying to keep a stable exterior despite being a total mess on the inside? That's pretty much an average day in my life lol
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character
Whenever Carlisle interacts with a human for the first time in a "more-than-professional/stranger" capacity (as he does with Mike in Midnight), seeing him try to socially match the other person in his stiff, awkwardly sincere way makes me feel a bit embarrassed for him. Being said... I think this is more of an 'ancient vampire' thing, because Carlisle can feel people out fairly quickly and match them much more easily (and much less awkwardly) after a few meetings.
(tl;dr: the next time he meets Beau, it'll be extremely awkward lol)
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
While I think both apply to him, he swings pretty wildly between the two ends... which by default puts him in the latter group, I think?
Stand-In Question:
Midnight (Ch 14) is a major turning point - it is the first time Carlisle is depicted from a POV that isn't Beau's extremely biased one.
Which is not to say that Mike is totally unbiased... but not only is he pretty neutral, relative to Beau, his thoughts and perceptions are also as objective as you can get from someone in his position. As a result, the audience finally gets a more true-to-life idea of what Carlisle is like - even considering the unusual circumstances in that chapter.
[check out my other answers for this ask in this post]
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A Little Closer (Part 1)
Part 2
Paul Atreides x F!Reader
Fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers.
Boredom is a ruthless enemy able to confuse your perception of time. You have watched these greyish waves rolling and crushing against the cliffs everyday for two weeks, wrapped in your long dark blue coat covered by thin droplets. Today's weather is still better than it was. The sky is still covered with large clouds pushed by a cold wind whipping this land. Each time you stand there to the elements' mercy, your weak human condition slaps you in the face. You feel fragile, like about to get thrown to this vaste ocean anytime. Yet the Atreides, the family reigning over this planet, managed to adapt the military and the economy to this capricious climate.
Serving them is a great honor. However you certainly don't belong to this House despite what you thought. Duke Leto Atreides had chosen to turn his son's training into a private one with Duncan. Never any precision got added, but after all he wants the best for his son, his heir. It shouldn't be surprising to be seen as an outsider. You eill never have a planet to govern. It still hurts you deep down. Paul has been your only friend for a while now. You miss him. But now that you are getting older, more responsibilities await for him. Goodbye childhood and teenage years. Goodbye fake war games and welcome to actual galactic conflicts, the kind able to wipe anyone's life anytime.
"Good morning !"
This familiar voice illuminates your mood immediately, before you can even turn around to see Paul walking towards you. His formal pitch black outfits would look gloomy on him but honestly he looks good in them. Boots, pants, a coat even longer than yours, the belt, his top... he is definitely wearing something similar to his father. Another proof of his fate. Despite this official and stern clothing, his wide smile brings this joy your heart had been lacking of lately.
His breath gets taken away as you run to him and collide brutally to his chest, your arms holding him tightly. This is not what should be done with the Duke's son, but with your only friend everything is permitted according to you. Just not in public.
"Paul I'm glad you're back !" You scream as you nuzzle his neck to warm your nose.
"You're frozen." He says with an appalled voice. "Come closer."
Bubbling with affection you watch him opening his coat as he lets you more room to cuddle with him and to protect you from the wind. A part of you feels guilty of soiling such quality fabrics with the droplets of water, but your Paul is back and welcoming you fully, his gloved hand holding the back of your head. Outside he is the heir, and inside he remains himself. You need to cherish it.
"I've missed you Paul."
"I've missed you too. How is my little fox doing here ? I thought you would be in the library."
If he is back at this nickname then he is definitely putting his role aside. This simple fact makes you look up at him, your arms holding him tightly and your hands resting on his warm back. You don't dare to fold the black and soft top. Instead you admire the rich colors dwelled in his hazel eyes. Such a long time without seeing each other felt cruel, but finding each other again is the sweetest feeling in the world. He looks pale though, paler than usual.
"I was taking some fresh air, but please don't tell me you've trained so much that you barely left the castle."
"I had to. It's not like I have much other choices after all." He chuckles.
This time you furrow your eyebrows, one of your hands approaching his face with delicacy. His thin features relax as you caress his cheekbones with the back of your folded fingers. Now that you think about it his dark and long eyelashes are similar to his father's. Maybe the Duke had alike dark hair before. You don't even remember even after so many years on Caladan, it's like this man always had grey hair due to stress.
"Do you think you'll grow a beard one day ?"
Your genuine question takes him aback and he laughs, waking you up from your transe as you retrieve your hand and arm.
"Duncan asked me the same thing this morning. Are you sure you no longer follow his instructions ?"
"I wish I could."
Those sad words plummet each other's mood, you can see it at this slight twitch of his lips. Shared melancholy. But some hint of stress reaches your mind and you step back gently from him, trying to take a more acceptable stance with the Duke's son. The waves sound louder as the wind gets stronger.
"But after all you have responsibilities and I won't complain about it, orders are orders right ?"
The arm extended to you as an invite has you confused. You stare at the black fabrics and at the glove before going up at his face.
"Please follow me. I wanted to show you something."
Indecisive and making sure no one could see you, you take his arm and walk by his side. The path is curved between the small grassy hills, giving you more privileged time with your dear friend. Sometimes some flashbacks come to your mind, like the day you were wearing these orange and white clothes, running after him between the hills. It was more or less at this period that he called you a fox.
"What was that ? Not something too depressing ?"
"Why would it be depressing ? No it was something made to lighten your mood. I've been looking for you for a while. I know you like the botanical garden. And I needed to check on something Duncan told me about."
As the young Atreides is decided to keep his secret confidential, you follow him with your curiosity exciting your senses as he readjusts his coat. Fortunately you unfolded your arms right in time before walking past some people, and soon he opens the garden's gate. If you really pay attention between the sound of your footsteps on the ground, you can faintly hear the waves outside. The ceiling looks like open to the skies, but is in fact made of a transparent dome. Dozens of species grow there safely, without talking about the hundreds others hidden underneath or in more secret corners of this giant and intimate area. The stone and metal forming the walls are harmonious with the dense emerald vegetation. The lightening is slightly different here, giving more life and colors to this native inhabitants of Caladan.
"I came here. To think." He starts before giving you his arm again to lead you deeper between two bushes. "And I remembered there was a flower you liked. The one that has to wait for several years before blooming."
"I remember." You mumble as you start feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy. "The... the white flower ?"
"Exactly." Then he inhales, like a bit stressed as he brings you to a corner dug in the stone. "They put it in here."
The view is so unexpected that you grab his gloved hand with yours, your eyes focused on the beautiful yet strange flower. Only one, its dozens of thin black roots covering a small area around its base before plunging in the dirt. The flower is not white if not for the vein-like filaments across the intense green petals. Thin and long leaves fall to the ground, so light they look like some small sheets of paper.
"Oh. I didn't know it could give this." You whisper.
"Me neither. I know due to your training you are more used to poisonous plants, how to use them. But I don't know I really wanted to show you this one. It's non venomous don't worry. I just... I don't know I found it pretty. I wanted to show it to you."
"Thank you, you're adorable Paul ! You're an angel !"
You like these colors on his cheeks as he adverts his eyes from you. You do as you feel your own warming up at your words. You shouldn't talk to him like this but he isn't scolding you and... well are there still rules if there is no one to enforce them in one way or another ?
"You're very welcome. But you're being the angel here."
You swallow hard as his hand finds the back of yours. You see it as you lower your head. It is a conscious gesture, one growing more confident as you let him entertwine his fingers with yours in a solid embrace warming your whole body.
"I have a day off duty tomorrow. Well, I'd still have to listen to my lessons but the rest of the day will be free. Do you want to spend some time with me ?"
"I want to, yes." You answer shyly.
Paul comes right before you, abandoning your hand to cup your face as he tilts his head to the side. It's good to have him so close, touching you. You've seen him changing throughout the years and he is getting more confident in himself, not only about his duties but also about his wants. And by the Gods, you can tell he wants you.
"Maybe some time together tonight and tomorrow ?"
"Tonight ?" You whisper with a shy grin while rubbing his chest slowly.
Actually maybe confidence is not his forte as he chuckles nervously, his cheeks gaining some color again. But it doesn't stop him from staring at you, this desire making it incredibly powerful and impossible to ignore.
"Yes. Tonight. To get some time back together. Don't feel pressured or anything. Just some time. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything."
It feels surreal to kiss his cheek. After so many years spent together, it's the first time you ever do that. The pressure of your lips on his warm cheek is pleasing. Your nose brushes against his skin when you step back, a pleased surprise clear on his features.
"I'm fine Paul." You say softly. "Where ?"
"Well... in my chambers ? After dinner ?"
Your heart is pounding at this mere thought. You've spent plenty of time in his chambers. But for some reason, the tension keeps rising and you think you know pretty well where it is going. Years of sincere attachment leading to this.
"Sounds good to me. Are you busy today ?"
Even a more normal question doesn't help to ease this tension. You feel like exploding as some warmth spreads to your core, stuttering as you notoce the distracted gaze directed to you.
"I am." He confirms in a murmur. "I should already be gone. See you tonight then ?"
A nod is the only answer you can elaborate, as well as a smile mirroring his. It's strange to feel this foreign feeling of shyness around him. It came so suddenly, and you feel it in his gestures and eyes as well. You are definitely about to change everything between each other.
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NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou
I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩
*Exhibit A:
(Source)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬
Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.
His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.
Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)
Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.
First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.
Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.
Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?
Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.
His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.
Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.
*See Exhibit A above.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.
If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.
The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.
Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.
If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"
Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.
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s/o likes to bite pt.2 ✧ hcs
anon said: hi, i’d like to request a biting headcanon for bakugou, todoroki, and kaminari if you feel up to it. thank you so much!
warnings: none <3 i just wanted to write smth cute tbh
a/n: i’m assuming u wanted a continuation of my other biting hcs so here u go! i added izuku just cuz
it all started when he dropped you off at your dorm one day after a date
“i’m sorry i can’t spend the night y/n, i wanna get some more practice before i sleep... but i’ll see you tomorrow?” he would say sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck
“of course midoriya. i had a fun night.”
you’d lean in to kiss his cheek but instead of kissing it
you’d
bite it..
it was just a soft nibble of his chubby cheek in your mouth but it was enough to make him gasp
he was gonna ask why you did that but you had already shut the door
you two were in a pretty fresh relationship and izuku thought he knew everything about you..
how did he somehow not know about your biting habit?
ever since then, every time you lean in to kiss his cheek you bite it
it makes him a little flustered
“l/n, i have a question..”
“yeah?” you’d ask after nuzzling against his shoulder, and he’d smile softly at the sight of you all comfortable
“you’re always... biting me instead of kissing my cheek. do girls not kiss cheeks anymore? am i missing something?”
pls hes so lost when it comes to relationships and shit, it’s adorable
“zuku, you’re silly~”
and he goes x__x
“i don’t really know why i do it.. i just do! i’ve done it with people i’m comfortable with since i was little. i just... nibble them.”
“so you’re comfortable with me?”
it’s like the green haired boy would light up in realization
“duh, zuku. if i wasn’t i wouldn’t be dating you.”
you’d actually kiss his cheek after that, but he’d politely ask you to bite it instead 🥺
yay another thing he can bully you about
your relationship with bakugo is definitely not the standard romantic relationship a lot of people have
but like izuku, bakugo knows a lot about you
he’s very perceptive and saves a lot of information in the back of his brain
so he already knew you had a little habit for biting shit
you’d bite your lip a lot
you bit your tongue so many times during y’all’s relationship that neither him nor you can count the amount of times he’s had to clean the bleeding
but he never knew the biting habit would reflect onto him
you’d bite him when he would be cooking in the dorms kitchen
he was shirtless, so you were just placing some kisses along his back
and softly sunk your teeth into his spine
he’d jump a little in shock, looking over his shoulder at you like 🤨
“the fuck are you biting me for?”
“sorry! i didn’t mean to.” you’d answer him quickly, your smile tight
he’d glare at you but wouldn’t say anything and go back to cooking
ten minutes later and you’d bite him again, in the exact same spot
he would fully turn around now, lightly pushing you back
“quit biting me ya damn beaver!”
now you just bite him to annoy him
if you two were studying together and you’d start nibbling his bicep to pay attention, he’d groan so goddamn loud
“you’re like a snotty nosed kid!”
he would tease you but he’d never pull his body away from yours cause he secretly finds it cute
todoroki is: intrigued
he always found you cute and adorable, and found everything you did cute and adorable too
but he was never. Never expecting you to start biting him
the first time it happened was during some training
you were taking down heroes with everyone else to pass a quiz
you and todoroki would be in an alleyway, trying to form a plan together
he could feel how nervous you were and tried to calm you down, until he felt your hands grab his wrist and your teeth sink into his palm
he’d look at you blankly for a second before just stating
“you’re biting me.”
you’d just nod
he’d continue staring
“it calms me down todoroki! don’t judge me.”
“i’m not, i just wasn’t expecting you to start biting me.” he’d say cooly, his voice calming your nerves even more
after that he would probably corner you in his dorm to ask more about your habit
“so you do it when you’re nervous?”
“not just then!” you’d inform him. “it’s just a weird little habit i have. i do it to people i’m comfortable with too! like if i’m having a good time, i’ll just..”
and you chomp down on his arm
“bite.” he answers
“mhm. exactly.”
“i’m comfortable with you too. does that mean i bite you?���
“uh..” you’d laugh awkwardly at his blase question. “i mean, if you want to-“
and before you knew it, IcyHot would be biting against your neck which would make you tense and your palms sweaty
he’d just smirk
“i think i like biting you, y/n.”
his crush on you would go 📈📈 if you start biting him i don’t make the rules
you two have a cute weird friendship and do a bunch of weird shit together anyways
so he does not question your biting
you two would probably be play fighting one day and when he had you pinned, you’d stretch your head over and bite his wrist
“owe!” he’d laugh at you, snatching it away to your advantage. “did you just bite me?!”
“maybe!” you’d laugh back, continuing your play fight
now you bite him every time he acts up
if he makes a perverted comment about how good you look in that skirt today
you’d just roll your eyes, grab his hand and bite his finger
“ouch!! damn l/n, sorry! ...you do look good though.”
you didn’t bite anyone else in class 1-A so he instantly knew he was special because you saved your bites for him 🥺
he grew to become obsessed with them
he would hug you and bury your face in his neck just to feel you bite over his pulse point
ofc that would make him blush sooo badly
but he knows that’s your sign for informing him you’re comfortable with him and appreciate his company
“y/n... what would you do if i bit you back?”
“nut, probably.”
denki: 😏
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whisper of the heart- megumi fushiguro x reader
summary: you begin to take notice of the name “megumi fushiguro” on all the tops of your library checkout cards. a semi-retelling of whisper of the heart featuring you and megumi. (genre: fluff, high school au, meet cute)
warnings: none! except maybe slightly ooc megumi
word count: 3.2k
a/n: hi everyone! ty all again for being so patient with me publishing this. i’ve been very busy with college apps lately, but i’m gonna try to keep this blog as active as i can while balancing it with school life. anyways, i had a lot of fun writing this, but i’m definitely not used to writing megumi, so feel free to leave feedback ^^ i also changed some details from the original movie and left it a bit open ended, so feel free to let me know if you want a part 2!
“who the hell is megumi fushiguro?”
your gaze was fixed on the faded ink reading the now all too familiar characters. the characters spelling out a name that managed to keep showing up on the yellow tinted checkout cards tucked into the books you borrowed.
nobara glanced over your shoulder, inspecting the piece of cardstock tucked between your fingers. wrinkling her nose in disgust, she plucked the card from you, holding it closer to her face.
“whoever it is, they have terrible handwriting.” she stuck her nose up, turning back to you with a playful smile. “i don’t know how you managed to get ‘megumi fushiguro’ out of that chicken scratch.” a face of mock distress crossed her features as she did air quotes around the name, as if she couldn’t believe such a delicate name would be given to someone with such handwriting. she’s always had a tendency to be a bit over dramatic about trivial stuff like this.
with nothing more than a huff in response, you snatched back the card, tucking it neatly back into your library book. your fingers grazed the worn down cover for a moment, gliding along the slight tears around the corners and the stiffness of the yellowing pages.
‘i wonder how many of these creases came from megumi fushiguro?’
“whoever it is, it seems like that name shows up in every book i check out in the library.”
nobara kicked a rock as she walked, leaving a small cloud of dust around her feet. “maybe you’re just imagining it. you always stay up so late doing whatever the hell it is you do in your free time that you’ve probably begun to hallucinate.” she nudged you playfully, eliciting a dead pan expression from you.
“i’m serious nobara. i mean, i’ve never really believed in fate but there’s no way it’s completely coincidental!”
she raised an eyebrow, as if to say you can’t be serious. “i think you’ve been reading too many romance novels, for all you know this person could totally be just some weird old guy with nothing better to do than visit the library.”
“hey!” you acted as if that last bit was a personal attack on you, and knowing nobara it probably was. “i’m not saying this megumi fushiguro person is my soulmate or anything, i just think it’s a very strange coincidence.” you shrugged off your backpack as you talked, putting away your book. noticing the suspiciously light weight of your bag, you rummaged your fingers around for a moment to find that your sketchbook had gone missing.
crap.
nobara turned to you, perceptive as ever of your suddenly altered demeanor. “forget something again?” it was almost annoying sometimes how well she knew you. was it really that obvious?
“just my sketchbook,” your hands rifled through your bag one final time to make sure you really didn’t have it “probably left it on the park bench or something, it’ll just be a minute to get it.” you turned to her with a sheepish smile, silently pleading her to follow you there. she stared blankly at you for a moment, probably having one of her internal monologues about how lucky you were to have her as a friend, before rolling her eyes and following suit.
“this better be quick, i have places to be you know!”
“no you don’t.” you turned around before you could meet her melodramatic glare.
behind you, you could hear her huff of dissatisfaction, though she made no move to leave, reassuming her position next to you, giving you a gentle nudge as she brushed next to you.
as you walked, the sunlight peeking between trees framing your pathway began to warm your face, highlighting the ends of your eyelashes and the tops of your cheeks with the warm glow of the first hints of summer time. for a moment, you closed your eyes, letting yourself be enveloped in it, before your fleeting thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bike coming in your direction. you felt as if you’d jump out of your own skin in that moment, hearing a “move out of the way!” from a husky, disembodied voice.
it probably looked pretty ridiculous how you jumped out of the way, kicking up a fleeting cloud of dust as you avoided the sudden presence of the biker. grounding yourself, your eyes flickered up to the source of the voice, being met with the gaze of stormy blue eyes, framed by long, dark eyelashes that nobara would most definitely be envious of. taking in the boy’s whole figure, your eyes were drawn to the messy black hair atop his head, formed at the ends into contradictorily gentle looking spikes. the sleeves of his white button down were rolled up taut around his forearms, leading your gaze to his hands wrapped tightly around the bike handles.
oh, right. he’s still biking.
you turned your focus back to keeping to your side of the path momentarily, before the sight of your name written atop the sketchbook peeking out of his bag came into your field of vision as he continued to move past you. before you had time to think rationally, you turned to his now retreating form, breaking into a jog, kicking up a few more dust clouds as you did.
ignoring nobara’s incredulous calling of your name, you tried to call to the boy who had no intention of slowing down. “excuse me!” you cupped a hand around your mouth, hoping to project your voice louder. “hey!” the irritation in your voice was clear, but you breathed a small sigh of relief as the bike slowed to a stop, and the spike headed boy turned to your direction.
after an awkward moment of your continued jogging to him while he stood with a blank expression, you stopped in front of him, an accusatory look grazing your features.
“i think you have something of mine.” you tried your best to imitate the confident attitude you always admired from nobara, placing a hand on your hip and using the other one to point to his bag. his gaze followed the direction of where you pointed, his eyebrows raised while the rest of his face remained stagnant.
“oh, this?” he tugged the cardboard covered sketchbook out of the pocket it had been placed in, examining the cover. his eyes flickered between your name written in the top corner, and your currently annoyed looking face, as if he was playing some sort of word association game. you simply nodded in response, anticipation clear in your actions.
as he held out the sketchbook to you, he leaned down so his face was closer to you, as if to tell you a secret, voice low and eyes trained on you. “you should be more careful next time. you’re lucky i’m nice enough to not just steal this from you right now.”
you didn’t have an explanation as to why your heart began to race.
taking your silence as a response, he pushed it into your hands, his fingers brushing against yours gently. “nice drawings by the way, i recognize your friend over there from the portrait you drew of her on the first page.” his face remained stoic as he pointed at nobara, who was tapping her foot in boredom.
face warm from embarrassment, you snatched the sketchbook from where his hands lingered on it, muttering a bitter sounding “thanks” before stalking over to nobara once more, who looked relieved that she’d finally be able to go wherever it was she was going to.
“what an asshole.” you glared at him over your shoulder as he biked away, your gaze lingering a second too long for someone so insistent on hating him. nobara shook her head in response, clearly annoyed at your own obliviousness after witnessing the whole interaction.
a smug smile crossed her soft features. “maybe that’s megumi fushiguro.”
you raised a brow as you glanced at her. “as if!”
despite your insistence on your distaste for the mystery boy, he managed to have flooded your thoughts. ‘he must be using sorcery or something to keep himself on my mind, weirdo.’
still, you couldn’t deny how just a few more of your portraits were accented by ocean blue eyes, or pointed ends to the different mops of hair you sketched. how did you manage to keep attracting mystery people into your life?
when you returned to the library, you gripped a thick science fiction novel, the pages brushing your soft fingers as your marched it up to the checkout counter. as the librarian wrote the date on a small piece of cardstock, you took note of the fact that your name would be the first one there. had megumi fushiguro missed out on this one?
a pleasant smile stretched across your face as the librarian handed the book back to you. scrawling your name at the top of the checkout card, your eyes flickered to a stamp of ink beneath the slot for it.
donated by fushiguro.
of course it was.
the library door squeaked quietly as you pushed it open, one hand on the door, and the other placing your new book in your backpack. zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder, you were met with the feeling of a dog sniffing your leg. your eyes trailed down to a dog almost akin to a small polar bear brushing its nose against your calf. reaching your hand to scratch softly against the back of his head, you coo gently at the not-so-little little guy.
“what’s got you all by yourself buddy?” an involuntary smile creeps onto your face at how he calms at your pats.
wordlessly, obviously considering this is a dog, he turns and walks a few steps forward, before pausing and tilting just his fur covered face toward you, egging you on to follow him just as you had the other day with nobara. you considered for a moment, before shrugging and giving in to his pretty minimal amount of convincing. nobara would be out getting lunch with maki today anyways, so you could use something to do today. after all, it could be fate.
it was almost as if you were one of those people who walked their dog without a lash, but in reality, it was more like the dog was walking you as it lead you down tall, sidewalk-lined hills and through parks filled with young parents having picnics with their children and couples going on walks. you wondered to yourself if this was a worthwhile excursion, was he just leading you to a dead end, or worse, was he some dog trained by a gang to lure people into danger?
after walking a few minutes more, you found out the spot you were being lead to was, in fact, even worse then both the possibilities you’d been brainstorming in your head, when you were met at the bottom of another hill with the stoic expression of that spike head. his eyes softened at the sight of the dog, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips that quickly vanished as he met your gaze, his eyes hardened in contrast with the bashfulness that shone on his cheeks.
“oh, you found him. thanks for that.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his gaze back to the dog. you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. to be fair though, what did you expect you’d do when you found where the dog was leading you?
“i should probably go.” your usually collected demeanor had been replaced with that of a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. with a stiff wave, you took your leave, turning on your heel.
“wait.” his voice wavered, as if trying to catch himself before he spoke. “i can walk you home if you want. it’s the least i can do after you got him home.” he forced a smile onto his face, though it made him look more constipated than inviting. what happened to the snarky, aloof boy who had handed you your sketchbook just a few days ago?
still, you nodded, lips pressed into a line that you hoped resembled somewhat of a smile. surely, you should have been more worried about his sudden change in demeanor, but the relieved expression on his face seemed to soothe your nerves a bit. he assumed a spot next to you, tucking his hands in his pants pockets.
“your little buddy there lead me all over the city trying to find you, so i don’t exactly know how to get home from here, but maybe you can just lead me to the library.” you turned so you faced him, now aware of the close proximity between you two. nobara would probably laugh in your face if she could witness the moment you paused, stunned by the eye contact he made with you under his thick eyelashes. had you been perceptive enough in the moment, you may have noticed the blush creeping up his face. he nodded his head, which was already tilted down to face you fully, with eyes hazy and lips slightly parted.
“it’s just this way, i’ll show you.” he removed his hand from its pocket to point up the hill that had brought you to him in the first place. you gripped the straps of your backpack and faced in the direction he pointed to obediently, hoping to ignore the weird tension in the air. what could you talk to him about?
before you could continue your internal dilemma, he cleared his throat again. “you seem to like the library a lot, huh?”
by god was this boy terrible at small talk.
“i guess i do, but i don’t know how you came to that conclusion considering i only just brought up the library.” you cocked an eyebrow as you looked at him, probably sounding more annoyed than you’d intended.
he smiled knowingly at you, a hint of disbelief on his features as he raised his eyebrows. “i guess you wouldn’t know since your nose is always buried in a book, but i see you there like every day.”
your eyebrows furrowed so they practically touched, trying to rack your memory for seeing him in the library. “i’m sure i’d be able to recognize you if you did.” you were completely oblivious to the implications of how memorable you found him that laced your statement.
he shrugged nonchalantly. “believe it or not. i even tried sitting down in front of you a few times, but you were always too focused on your books to notice.” his smile was almost bittersweet as you waited by a stoplight. before you could respond, he continued. “it’s kind of admirable though. i think it’s nice that you’re so passionate about your books.”
you took a chance to look at him, really look at him, for the first time since you’d glared at him biking by. he held your gaze, eyes gentle. there was absolutely no way this was the same boy carrying your sketchbook in his bag from a few days ago.
“well if you think i’m so nice, what was with you trying to be all smart about my sketchbook?” ever the stubborn one, you were.
he shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “you really should be more careful of your stuff. i was just letting you know. it’s not like i would have put in that effort for just anyone’s sketchbook. i guess i was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it again. sorry if i offended you.”
the way he was blushing would have made any bypasser believe he’d just asked you to marry him.
“it’s just…” he continued “after seeing you in the library all the time, i thought you were really impressive. i thought if i tried to return your sketchbook, i could impress you too.” he kicked a rock that touched the edge of his sneaker.
“why would you wanna impress me?” your obliviousness was excruciating for the poor boy, though it was completely sincere on your end.
“you know, for someone so smart, you really are dense.” he pursed his lips, feigning annoyance. “and here i was thinking i was so obvious.”
at this point, you were nearing the library, and suddenly desperate to continue this conversation that you would have been dreading at the start of this walk.
“when it was obvious you weren’t gonna look up from your book, i tried checking out as many books as i could to get on your radar.” his smile had a weird hint of sadness behind it. you stayed silent, piecing together facts in your head.
“recognize the name megumi fushiguro?”
oh.
it pained you for a moment to know you’d have to tell nobara she was right.
“you’re megumi fushiguro?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise, mouth slightly agape. he seemed to stifle a laugh at your expression.
“i mean, what were you expecting?” he looked a little too smug for someone who was too scared to talk to you in the library.
“some weird old person, probably.” you shrugged, still with an incredulous look on your face. “i’m glad it wasn’t though.”
“oh?” he really did have a nice smile. “i guess you’re glad it was me then.” even he was unsure of this sudden confidence.
you pondered his question for a moment, but your body moved before your brain did, nodding your head slowly. he seemed to loosen up then, hands out of his pockets again, making you aware of how close you stood to him with the way his fingers brushed yours every few steps. a slight sadness filled your being as you stopped in front of those squeaky library doors that suddenly seemed so uninviting.
“i’ll tell you what then,” he started confidently, juxtaposing the bashful way he avoided eye contact with you all of a sudden “come to the library again tomorrow, and i’ll meet you there. really meet you this time, not just walking past your table. i can show you my favorites there and you can show me yours, it’ll be…fun.” he looked up almost worriedly for your reaction, slightly angry at himself for his sudden shyness, you seemed to have quite the effect on him.
there was a beat of silence, and he almost cut the tension in the air by taking back his request and booking it back home. before he could fully hatch his master escape plan, you reached over to grab his hand, his slender fingers lacing through yours. you gave it a light squeeze, and swore you could feel him jump a little at the contact.
“i’d like that a lot,” you looked in his eyes, which had gone from defensive to doe like in just your five words “megumi fushiguro.” he loved the way his name sounded coming from you. his anticipation cracked into a smile as he squeezed your hand back, and you prided yourself on getting to make him smile again.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, then.” he leaned down slightly as he said it, reminiscent of how he had scolded you about your sketchbook just a few days ago. you nodded in response, unable to stop the giddy smile stretching across your face.
tomorrow couldn’t come any faster.
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Never Back Down
Warnings: the usual - tickling, fluff
Word count: 2500
Ok, I know I just posted like 2 days ago, but this idea started plaguing me on my drive home from work today and I had to just get it written out on (virtual) paper. Hope you enjoy!
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You don’t back down easily. Certainly not from a prank war. Especially when it meant you had captured the attention of a certain Asgardian.
Admittedly, you had been the one to start it. Although, you had good reason – Loki had been teasing you incessantly that day, doing everything in his power just to push your buttons. So, naturally, you did what any self-respecting Avenger would do, and stole his ‘secret’ stash of chocolate from his room when he wasn’t looking. It’s not like you ate it or anything (well, maybe just one… or two…) but it was still enough to poke the bear. Loki, of course, knew exactly who had taken it the moment he noticed it was missing.
The chocolate had disappeared from your room by the next morning. Along with every pair of shoes you owned.
It took much longer than you’d have liked to admit to track down all of your shoes hidden around the compound. You knew you had to step up your game. So that evening, you pulled the classic ‘hair dye in the shampoo bottle’ trick (temporary, of course). The look you received from the now green-haired god the next morning could have shattered glass, but you still couldn’t help but snicker at him.
You made sure you were cautious the rest of that day, knowing he would likely retaliate. Before showering that evening, you double and triple-checked the color of the soap and shampoo before using it to make sure there wasn’t anything unusual about it. You even ordered take-out for dinner; afraid he might try to tamper with your food if you tried to cook something.
Nothing happened. Which only made you more suspicious about what the trickster was planning.
You found out the next morning, when you went to exit your bedroom and suddenly were knocked backward onto the floor as your face struck an invisible barrier. Plastic wrap. Clever. As revenge, you slipped hot sauce into his morning coffee. Needless to say, he didn’t appreciate it.
At this point, you weren’t sure who was winning. The most likely answer was really neither of you, but you figured you should probably be on your toes anyway assuming he would probably be plotting vengeance after this morning. Luckily, there was a mission briefing that afternoon; you figured at least he wouldn’t be bold enough to try to pull something in front of an entire room of Avengers. Or, at least, you hoped.
Tony was having renovations done on your usual conference room, so the briefing had been moved to one of the smaller meeting rooms on the second floor. You were running late, having gotten lost trying to find your way to the new meeting location, and you were cursing yourself for it because you were really hoping to be assigned to this particular mission. By the time you located the room, everyone else had already arrived and taken their seats.
The room was much smaller than the conference room, with a few chairs surrounding a table in the center of the room and additional seating against the walls. You cringed when you saw the only remaining available seat was in the corner, directly next to Loki. He smirked when he noticed you in the doorway, patting the chair beside him as if being polite, but you knew him better by now. He had something planned, you were sure of it.
You quickly walked across the room, trying to minimize the time that you were blocking your teammates’ view of the front of the room where Steve was reviewing the mission location on a projector. Begrudgingly, you slouched down into the seat beside Loki and leaned against the wall.
“You’re late,” Loki leaned over and whispered in your ear.
“Shh! I want to hear about the mission. Steve was thinking of sending me this time,” you hissed, glaring at him.
Loki was silent for a few moments, so you turned your attention back to the front of the room. Steve now had some images up on the screen of the artifact the team would be responsible for retrieving, which had been stolen from one of the local museums. You wished you had thought to bring your notepad – you knew it would impress Steve if you were taking notes, and you really wanted to have the chance to prove yourself by going on this mission.
“He is insufferable to listen to.” Loki had leaned over again to whisper to you, his breath tickling your ear, and you reflexively shrugged your shoulder.
“Shh! Stop whispering!” you demanded.
“Shh! You should be listening,” he mocked, winking with a mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the front.
Another few moments went by when suddenly you felt something soft tickling the shell of your ear. You flinched and swatted your hand up to your ear, realizing Loki had taken a loose strand of your hair and had experimentally swiped it across your ear.
“Loki!” you whispered, your face heating up. “Cut it out!”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, an expression of mock innocence on his face.
“You know what’s wrong. I’m trying to listen!”
“What is it? Are you… ticklish?” He emphasized his question by poking you swiftly in the side, causing you to jerk away from his touch.
“Loki… d-don’t get any ideas,” you warned, starting to get nervous. He scooted slightly closer to you in his chair.
“Hmm. Surely you must regret tampering with my coffee this morning, now, don’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at him, fixing your gaze on his. He snuck his hand up to your side out of your line of site and gently squeezed, making you jump. “Now, darling, you wouldn’t want to cause a scene.”
“Y-you’re the one causing a scene!” you protested, glancing up to see if anyone had noticed this exchange yet. It seemed no one was the wiser to what was going on in your corner of the room, all watching Steve as he continued to provide intel for the upcoming mission.
While you were looking around the room, Loki slid his arm around your waist to attack your other side. You jolted again as you felt his fingertips gently scratching at both sides simultaneously, biting your tongue to keep from laughing. You refused to gratify Loki with a reaction, so you did your best to remain perfectly still as he continued to lightly trace your skin through your thin t-shirt. You could still see his smirk in your peripheral vision despite your attempt to focus on Steve’s briefing.
Gradually, Loki’s light touch became more of a gentle kneading of the soft skin of your sides. It was becoming more difficult not to move, and a reluctant smile started forcing itself across your face. You had to fight even harder as you felt his fingertips moving up your sides, moving agonizingly slowly, gently digging into the spaces between your lower ribs.
“Very good, pet,” Loki teased, his voice deep and smooth as he leaned close to your ear. You shuddered involuntarily, your face burning, flustering you in a way that only the god of mischief could. Unfortunately, Loki was perceptive, and noticed your sudden change in demeanor. His fingers crawled higher up your ribcage and it took everything you had not to let out a squeak. “It would seem that I’m not trying hard enough, wouldn’t it?”
“S-stop it!” you mumbled, leaning as far away from the god as you could with the wall on your other side holding you captive in your seat. He chuckled, low and deep in his throat, suddenly shifting the hand that wasn’t wrapped around you so he could flutter his fingertips against the back of your knee while continuing to torment your ribs with his other hand. You let out a nearly inaudible squeal, biting down on your knuckle in an effort to avoid laughing out loud. You were trembling now, trying desperately not to jerk away from his touch and draw attention to yourself.
“It’s unfortunate for you, really, that you’re so devastatingly ticklish. Tell me, darling – where are you more ticklish? Here?” He scribbled his fingers faster against the delicate skin on the underside of your knee, making you jolt your leg away from him, “Or here?” The slender fingers latched on your ribs squeezed more rapidly, and you arched your back slightly to evade his touch.
“I’m n-not telling you that!” you hissed.
“Alright, then.” The hand under your knee darted back up to your side, and in one swift motion he slipped his fingertips into the hollows under your arms. You couldn’t help but twist harshly, shaking in silent laughter as you leaned into him involuntarily. “I see I’ve found the answer.”
“I’ll be right back!” you announced suddenly, standing abruptly from your chair, and scurrying out of the room. You shut the door behind you and leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath and regain your composure. Your cheeks were still on fire and your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest. If it weren’t for the fact that you actually wanted to pay attention during this meeting, this whole interaction with Loki might have been more enjoyable. His persistent teasing had you completely flustered, though, and while under normal circumstances it may have made you feel giddy, you knew you couldn’t let the team see you like this.
You needn’t have worried, though – the door to the meeting room opened again only moments after you’d left the room, and everyone filed out into the hall, chattering amongst themselves, none the wiser to anything that had been going on in the back corner of the room. Loki was the last to leave, trailing behind the others with a few extra feet of distance between himself and the rest of the team. You took advantage of this, quickly grabbing his arm and yanking him off to the side, slamming him up against the wall with your forearm pressed across his chest.
“Damn it, Loki! What the hell!” you growled, glaring at him, although admittedly with less fire in your eyes than he probably deserved.
“Do you admit defeat?” he asked, grinning.
“Wha- no! Of course not!” you retorted. “You fight dirty, Loki!”
“God of mischief, darling,” he responded proudly, snaking his hand under your arm, and digging his fingers into your uppermost ribs. You shrieked and released him from the wall, stumbling backward to escape the torturous tickles. He was too quick for you, grasping your wrist and spinning you around so he could pin you against the wall where he previously stood. After grappling with you for a moment, he managed to grab your other wrist and pin both arms behind your back in one hand, spidering the fingers of his other hand randomly up and down your side. You snorted, now able to laugh and squirm freely. You managed to twist enough to break his hold, spinning around and sweeping his legs out from underneath him with your foot. He fell to the floor, a shocked expression fleeting across his face as you knelt down beside him.
“You know, I’m willing to bet you’re only good at this from personal experience,” you noted with a smirk. Before he could react, you latched both hands on his sides and squeezed, praying for a reaction. He let out a strangled laugh, jerking away from your touch.
“Don’t!” he demanded, sounding somewhat frantic.
“Aha! I knew it!” you gloated, scribbling your fingers into every possible ticklish spot you could think of, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he overpowered you and escaped your hold. He started to giggle – actually giggle – thrashing violently to throw you off. His laughter made you even more flustered than you were before, never having seen the god in such a state.
“Eheheh – I DEMAND you stop this!”
“Sorry Loki, it’s pretty hard to take you seriously when you’re giggling like a schoolchild,” you teased, working your fingers down to his belly. Unfortunately, this caused him to jolt so hard he knocked you off of him, not having expected the sudden motion. In a flash, he had you pinned to the floor, hovering over you with his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
“I-I am going to make you regret that,” he growled, his characteristic smirk returning as he resumed his tickle attack, his fingers darting across your skin, sending ticklish shocks through your nerves. He was agile, never staying in one spot for long enough for you to get used to the sensation before moving his torturous fingers somewhere else.
“L-LOKI! I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IHIHIHIT!!” you pleaded, pounding your feet against the floor in ticklish agony.
“You should have thought of this before crossing the god of mischief,” he retorted, pinning your legs down with his shin and pinching the skin just above your kneecap. Your abdominal muscles were too sore from laughter to even try to sit up and shove him off you. He slid his other hand under your knee to scratch at the sensitive skin there simultaneously.
“I YIELD! I YIELD! STAHAHAP!!” you begged, slapping the floor with your hand to tap out. Thankfully, he obeyed, releasing you so you could roll onto your side, holding your stomach as the last residual giggles bubbled from your lips.
After taking a moment to compose yourself, you sat up and grinned at the trickster. He raised his eyebrows at you.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I just never pegged you as the ticklish type,” you observed. He folded his arms indignantly across his chest.
“I am not ticklish. That is a weakness that only plagues mortals such as yourself,” he insisted. A sneaky poke to his side told you otherwise, causing the Asgardian to jolt and let out a strangled yelp.
“Mmhmm. Ticklish.”
Loki stared you down for a moment, and you started to worry that he might attack you again for that comment. You were surprised when he held out his hand, offering to help you off the floor.
“Truce?”
“Truce? … What are the conditions?” you asked warily, staring at his outstretched hand as if it might try to bite you.
“You keep this little… incident to yourself, and I will stop pranking you. Provided you do the same.” You squinted at him, trying to assess the sincerity in his expression. Satisfied, you grasped his hand in yours and allowed him to pull you to your feet.
“Deal.” You shook his hand once to seal the deal. You both turned to walk down the hallway to catch up with the rest of the team.
“I shall warn you, though – I made no promises that you would be safe from tickles around me. It’s quite amusing, tormenting you. Almost… adorable.” You felt your face flush hot again.
“Well… I guess I won’t protest too much to that.”
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Character Concept: Underdark Highwaywoman with a Fishy Secret
I was idly considering a Swashbuckler/Fathomless multiclass, just for the flavour of it, the rakish rogue with the tentacle warlock. I was thinking your standard pirate-with-a-kraken-pact or what have you. But I was browsing through potential races, and the newer version of the Deep Gnome from Monsters of the Multiverse caught my eye. I’m not entirely sure why. But if you put this archetype in the Underdark, it shifts a little bit. The tentacle end is going to be an aboleth, obviously, but the Swashbuckler end isn’t going to be a pirate anymore. So what’s the other flamboyant roguish archetype? A highwayman. And, honestly, I was a bit enchanted by the idea? An Underdark Highwaywoman, a flamboyant little gnome with flair and panache … and a dark secret that she’s running from. A fishy thing that she escaped when she was younger, that’s still whispering in her dreams …
Went with the Haunted One background for the aboleth escape that set her out on this path. Then 3 levels of Rogue first, for the cheerful highwaywoman she became while trying to escape, and then the Warlock starts kicking in, as the aboleth’s dreaming influence starts to creep in on her no matter how far she goes to escape it. To some benefit, definitely, but also to some cost. Though I’d say I’d go Rogue again from there on out, because she’s only going to let the monster have so much influence. Aboleths are powerful and insidious, yes, but gnomes are stubborn.
Character Sheet: Giddy Waywocket Daergel
Name: Giddy Waywocket Daergel
Race: Deep Gnome
Age: 53
Background: Haunted One
Class/Level: Rogue 3 (Swashbuckler)/Warlock 3 (Fathomless)
Statistics: Str 12 (+1), Dex 18 (+4), Con 14 (+2), Int 13 (+1), Wis 13 (+1), Cha 16 (+3)
(Rolled 16, 12, 13, 13, 14, 15)
Ideal: Gotta be free to look for shiny things!
Bond: Shouldn’t let the fishy things take people. Shouldn’t let anyone take people.
Flaw: I hear the fishy thing in my head sometimes. It’s not fun, it’s not fun!
Description: A short, brawny little grey figure, with a beaming grin, and a collection of lucky charms stitched onto dark clothing, usually brandishing a rapier with winsome panache. If her grin is maybe a little too manic, and her eyes a little too wide and wild, well. Nobody’s going to comment with a rapier under their nose, are they?
Proficiencies, Skills & Languages:
Skills: Arcana, Deception, Perception*, Persuasion, Stealth*, Survival
Armour/Weapons/Tools: light armour, simple weapons, hand crossbows, rapiers, longswords, shortswords, thieves’ tools
Languages: Common, Gnomish, Undercommon, Deep Speech, Thieves Cant
Traits, Feats and Background/Class Features:
Darkvision (120ft), Gift of the Svirfneblin (disguise self, nondetection, once per day or more with slots, Charisma-based), Gnomish Magic Resistance (advantage on mental saves vs spells), Svirfneblin Camouflage (advantage on Stealth checks Prof Bonus/long rest)
Heart of Darkness (common folk try to help you), Harrowing Event (near-death/near-enslavement by aboleth)
Expertise (Perception, Stealth), Sneak Attack (2d6), Cunning Action (bonus action Dash/Disengage/Hide), Fancy Footwork (no opportunity attacks if you land a hit), Rakish Audacity (Charisma to initiative, sneak attack if alone with 5ft of foe), Pact Magic (2 2nd level slots), Gift of the Sea (amphibious, 40ft swim), Tentacle of the Deeps (Prof Bonus/long rest, 1 minute, 1d8 cold plus -10ft speed on hit), Eldritch Invocations (2), Armour of Shadows (Mage Armour at will, AC 13+Dex), Book of Ancient Secrets (Ritual Spells), Pact of the Tome (3 cantrips)
Spells:
Cantrips: Booming Blade, Chill Touch, Mage Hand, Message, Minor Illusion
Spells: Disguise Self, Nondetection, Hex, Armour of Agathys, Invisibility, Spider Climb, Comprehend Languages (ritual only), Detect Magic (ritual only)
#character concepts#d&d#rogues#warlocks#i love fathomless warlocks#and rogues in general#and warlocks in general#okay#gnomes are also probably my favourite small race
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