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your-divine-ribs · 26 days

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White Wedding

Words: 2k (was supposed to be a blurb whoops!)

Van eats you out under your wedding dress right after the ceremony // Inspired by 🤍 anon’s horny thoughts… xxx

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"Good afternoon Mrs McCann."

You didn't register for a second, didn't realise Van was actually talking to you, but as you lifted your head at the sound of his voice and saw him beaming at you, the realisation hit you.

That was your name now. You'd done it. You'd actually got married... to the love of your life.

"Mrs McCann," you whispered to yourself, an excited giggle bubbling up from the back of your throat and bursting free. You were giddy with it, drunk on the heady feeling of the love that you felt for the man who was standing before you, the one who you'd just vowed to spend the rest of your life with... for better or for worse... and if it got any better than this then you were in heaven for sure.

"Feels funny you calling me that," you laughed. "Doesn't feel like you're talking to me at all."

"Well you'd better get used to it love, 'cause this is it now... for the rest of our lives."

He reached out his hand to yours but didn't take it, he simply slipped it to rest under yours, your matching wedding bands on display, the polished gold glimmering in the sunlight which streamed in through the chapel windows.

The smile stretched wide on your face, you couldn't help it. Your cheeks were starting to ache with the way that you'd been grinning like a Cheshire Cat all day. "I'm such a lucky girl," you said, reaching up a hand to brush Van's hair out of his face, letting your fingers trail tenderly down his jawline.

"Reckon I'm the lucky one," he replied, leaning in close to you, your lips connecting in a soft kiss that rapidly became heated as your hands moved down to his bum, squeezing firmly as you pulled his body closer to yours.

"Mmm... keep that up and I'm gonna have to whisk you away somewhere and have my wicked way with ya!"

You both chuckled as you broke away, a little breathlessly. You were alone in the small country chapel, all your family and friends having moved on to the reception in a nearby hotel whilst you awaited the arrival of the photographer. The grounds here were stunning and you knew they'd make a gorgeous back-drop for your wedding photos.

"I'm sure you can wait," you tutted at him, hands resting on his hips.

He shook his head, still smiling. "That's just the thing, I really don't know if I can..."

You were sure he was only joking but as you looked at him that afternoon, all kitted out smart and handsome in his suit, eyes simmering with love and affection and just a hint of lust, you started to entertain the idea. It was just the two of you after all. No one would know a thing about it.

But you couldn't... you were in a church for gods sake... You pushed the inappropriate thoughts away, busying yourself with straightening his tie. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to Van... first it's the photos and then the car's coming to take us straight back to the hotel. We're not gonna have time for one of your quickies today!"

"Where there's a will there's a way," he smirked, a hand smoothing down over your hips to grab a fistful of the silky layers and netting of your wedding dress. "Don't tell me you're not tempted. I can see it in your eyes love, I know you're thinking about it. I know that look all too well."

He gradually began to lift your dress upwards, grinning mischievously.

"Oh my god! We're in church remember?" You giggled, not making a move to stop him, your breath hitching as his cool touch connected with your thigh, his fingers moving upwards to alight on the soft lace of the frilly garter you wore.

"What's all this?" He exclaimed, eyes widening in delight as he pulled your dress up higher, exposing your white lace-topped stockings. He tugged on the garter, letting it snap back gently against your skin. "Fuckin' 'ell, just look at you! Now I know I'm definitely the lucky one!"

"It's tradition," you grinned, laughing at his awestruck expression. "You know... something old, something new..." you indicated your grandmother's antique tiara and your dress in turn. "Something borrowed..." you slid a finger along the row of tiny freshwater pearls that you wore around your neck that your best friend had lent you. "And something blue..." you said finally, Van's eyes falling back to the garter and the delicate blue ribbon that was threaded through it.

"My beautiful wife," he grinned proudly. "You really do think of everything huh?"

Then all of a sudden he released your dress, firmly grabbing hold of your hand and pulling, urging you to follow him. "C'mon babe, come with me... I've had an idea."

"What are you doing now? Where are we going?" You asked, letting him tow you down the narrow aisle you'd just traversed nervously an hour previously, your satin-covered stilettos clacking loudly on the stone flooring.

"Reckon we've got about fifteen minutes before the photographer arrives," he called behind him as he pulled you into the far corner of the church and urged you to sit down on a small wooden pew pushed up against the wall. "Just enough time for a little appetiser..."

If his words didn't tell you what he had in mind then the mischievous smirk on his lips and his next actions certainly did. You watched on, excited and stunned as he quickly sank to his knees before you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he looked up at you to gauge your reaction. He placed his hands on your thighs, easing them apart. "What d'ya say huh, Mrs McCann? We got time for a little bit of fun?"

"We can't do it in here! Are you bloody crazy?" You uttered in disbelief, imagining the wedding photographer arriving early and catching you in a compromising position, pristine wedding dress hitched up around your hips whilst Van had you bent awkwardly over a wooden pew whilst he pounded into you from behind. It didn't matter that the deliciously naughty thought lit a fire between your legs, there was no way you could risk it.

"I don't mean like proper shagging!" Van laughed, gripping the hem of your dress, bunching it up in his fingers and raising it, fixing you with a smouldering look. "Just wanna make my gorgeous new wife feel good don't I? You know I can't resist ya."

As he spoke he leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of your knee, eyes still on yours, your heart starting to race as his filthy intentions became clear all at once. "Can't believe you wanna do this now... in here of all places!"

"C'mon love," he pleaded, pausing to drag his soft lips up your inner thigh, catching the garter in his teeth to tug on it gently. "Now's the perfect time. I know what you'll be like after a few glasses of champagne at the reception, you'll be falling asleep before I've even got your wedding dress off. At least this way I can make sure the smile you wear for the photographer's genuine!"

"Of course it'll be genuine, silly!" You giggled, easing your legs further apart as he started planting warm, lingering kisses all over the skin of your upper thighs, his nose nudging temptingly against your lace covered core. "I just don't wanna get caught that's all. What would people say?"

"Not a problem... no one'll even know what I'm up to," he chuckled, and then to your surprise he pulled the voluminous layers of netting and silk up and over his head, nestling himself neatly into the small space between your spread legs.

"Ahhh shit..." you breathed, sucking in a gasp as you felt his fingers curl firmly around your thighs, his lips grazing over your covered clit. You couldn't quite believe what you were doing... and where you were doing it, but you shouldn't have been surprised. Van's fun-loving, reckless and incorrigible naughty streak was one of your favourite things about him, that and his ability to reduce you to a moaning, whimpering mess with his skilled fingers and tongue within minutes.

You could feel him under there now, his breath hot on your core, his tongue teasing you over the sheer lace of your panties, making you shiver.

"Van..." you sighed, an appreciation and a plea all rolled into one, your hands curling tightly around the edge of the wooden pew. You could just see his legs and his well-shined shoes sticking out from underneath the layers of your dress and the comical sight made you snigger to yourself, but your laugh was soon cut short when you felt him snare the lace of your panties in his teeth as he began to tug them down your thighs.

You were bare under the dress within seconds, fretting fleetingly that he'd torn the delicate lace in his haste, but you couldn't dwell on your inconsequential worries for long. Not when the heavenly feel of his tongue was a euphoric distraction, laving purposefully over your folds, seeking out your clit.

"You taste so good babe... so fuckin' sweet for me," you heard him murmur from under the layers of your dress, your cheeks flushing rosy red in response. There was something so deliciously naughty and arousing about not being able to see him but feeling his tongue fervently exploring you, every tender kiss and warm, wet lick intensified as you felt your toes curling, your eyes fluttering shut.

He grabbed harshly at the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging furrows into your tender skin, the roughness of his hungry touch a thrilling contrast to the soft blissful drag of his tongue. If he'd not been under your dress right now you'd have your hands buried in the roots of his hair, pulling and twisting his locks between your fingers. You had to settle instead for gripping the edge of the pew tightly, your fingernails digging into the wood as Van honed in on your sweet spot, tongue drawing slippery circles over your bud. He did it over and over, spurred on by the way the muscles in your thighs clenched up tight, the soft moans and sighs you tried so hard to hold back spilling forth anyway.

"Fuck... 'm gonna come," you squeaked out, your legs starting to shake. "Please don't stop... there... right there..."

You bit down hard on your lower lip to stifle your sounds, feeling Van press his face even further into your slickness, eager to lick up every last drop of your sweetness. Lightening bolts of pleasure coursed through you, zipping up your spine and radiating out along your limbs, your core on fire. You'd have screamed out loud if you weren't currently in a chapel, even the muffled whimpers you were making were amplified acoustically as they bounced off the stone walls.

"Shit... shit... shit..." you cursed as the waves of your climax peaked and then started to recede, your legs still trembling as Van released his grip to tenderly stroke your skin.

"Oh my god... that was unreal... now I know why I married you!" You giggled in between panting, your head tilting back to rest against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

There was a moment of fumbling under your dress, some incoherent muttering as Van manoeuvred himself out from beneath the silky layers, his hair all disheveled and his eyes bright, his red lips glistening with your arousal as he licked at them proudly.

"So it turns out my wife's a dirty little minx... who'd have thought it huh?" He smirked, giddily getting to his feet and brushing down his suit, adjusting his tie which was askew. "And there was me thinking you were all innocent in that pretty white dress."

"It's all you... you're the bad influence," you chided playfully, rising up on still shaky legs, reaching out to rest your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

The wedding photos taken that afternoon turned out perfectly, some would even go so far as to say they were magical. The photographer was overjoyed, enthusing about the pretty flush staining your cheeks and the sparkle in Van's eye, saying it added that extra little 'je ne sais quoi' that he always strived for when he photographed couples in love. Of course, you and Van knew perfectly well what the secret to that was... 🤍

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mymoonagedaydream · 1 year

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Part 3

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language, anti-religious sentiments throughout, abusive parents

Author’s Note: Thank you for the love and just a reminder my requests are always open so feel free to drop me one, I do enjoy writing the occasional oneshot to break up a long series like this.

Hello I’m a fucking idiot and I’m editing this days after posting because I didn’t realise I had asks turned off, they are now actually turned on. Promise.

Part 1 / Part 2

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Your father could, as it turned out, force you to scrub all the floors on your hands and knees with a nail brush; every time you thought your parents had played their most unhinged punishment card, they managed to pull something even worse from their tightly buttoned-up sleeves. You scoured the old linoleum for hours while they watched you obsessively. You'd never regretted underestimating the misery-causing potential of this hell-house more, your parents had swiftly gone from strict but mostly harmless religious zealots to borderline prison wardens. The pain in your knees would've bothered you but it was nothing compared to the agonising cramp in your forearms or the stiffness in your back, all of which were gradually edging you closer to a final, definitive snap.

The snap came after four hours without a break or a sip of water. Lucky for you, your parents were far too out of touch to consider confiscating your cell; neither of them believed it was necessary to have a phone other than the landline, so they tended to just forget that you had yours on you at all times. All you had to do was wait for the right moment. As soon as your father had retired to the front room to get his daily fix of Christian TV and your mother had scuttled off briefly to check on dinner, you whipped out your secret weapon and hammered out a message.

You were right, I need to get out.

You stared intently at the screen, eyes periodically flicking up to the doorway, anticipating your mother walking through at any second- you hadn't been this nervous since you smuggled a copy of Twilight into the house to read under the covers after bedtime. After what felt like hours, it finally buzzed.

On my way. Pack a bag.

Never in your life had you leapt from being so deeply miserable to being so ecstatic in such a short time, you felt like your motor suddenly kicked in. Ignoring the searing pain in all your limbs, you jumped up from the floor, sprinting across the hallway and up the stairs for what you hoped was the very last time. Your rickety bedroom door almost flew off its hinges as you shoulder-barged your way through and started grabbing handfuls of clothes to stuff into your rucksack. The daunting sound of your parents scurrying around downstairs prompted you to move even faster, yanking your phone charger out of the wall and cramming in your childhood piggy bank before zipping up- you'd need every single penny you could scrape together after this.

Bursting into the hallway, you saw your furious father standing guard at the top of the stairs, your mother positioned at the bottom with her spindly arms crossed. The sight of your overstuffed bag prompted the rusty old cogs in his brain to begin whirring as he pieced together what was happening. You braced yourself for a screaming match but, just as your jaw unclenched and fell open, the faint rumbling of a motorbike engine sounded in the distance. You smiled, finally realising that he wasn't even worth the argument; this was happening, and it was happening now.

Your father put up less resistance than expected as you pushed past him and raced down the stairs. You felt your mother's venomous gaze burning into the side of your face but you didn't grant her the dignity of eye contact, as far as you were concerned she hadn't earned a final goodbye. The front door swung open, a wall of fresh air hitting you and allowing you to take your first clean, deep breath of the day- since you woke up all you’d been doing was huffing floor-cleaning chemicals. You glanced up the road expectantly and almost burst into tears when you saw Bucky skid round the corner. Waves of relief echoed through every muscle in your body, your shoes thumping against the stone as you scrambled to meet him, the sound of your parents calling your name fading into the distance more and more with every step.

He pulled up and you leapt on to the back of his bike, wrapping your arms tight around his waist. It felt like you were running entirely on adrenaline. The machine roared back into life and, without a second's hesitation, sped away from the house. You didn't turn to look back at your parents. The last thing they saw as you disappeared down the road was a spattering of grey smoke, your shirt flailing around in the wind and Bucky, flipping them the bird.

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The bike shuddered to a stop outside an old, dilapidated apartment building. You weren't familiar with this part of town, but you remembered some of the parents at your old church play-date sessions whispering about a family who lived in this area, giving pitying smiles when they were looking over and judgemental glares when they weren't. You tried to turn your head to get a better look at your surroundings, only then realising you were basically frozen in place. The chill from the wind whipping past must've crept deep into your bones.

Bucky released your grip around him like he was unfastening a seat-belt, his hands flinching slightly as they made contact with your ice-cold skin. He dismounted and immediately spun round, eyes beginning to scan over your face, one hand quickly moving to support your chin and tilt your head upwards slightly.

‘Y'alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?’

'Not unless you count some serious cramp.' You quickly realised that your feeble attempt at humour did nothing to relieve the concerned look on his face, so you took a different approach. 'Don't worry, I'm all good.'

'You sure? Cause I've heard how crazy these god assholes can get, when you messaged I thought they might be smacking you with bibles or branding you with a metal cross or-'

'I'm okay, Buck. Really.'

He seemed to relax a little at that, his hand pulling away from your chin. 'I'm glad you messaged.'

'I'm glad you came, I don't know what I would've done on my own. Thank you.'

The words almost got caught in your throat as you said them. You could tell Bucky was trying to stay humble but he couldn't help the corner of his mouth curling slightly upwards, he knew what showing up like that had meant to you. His expression dropped, however, as soon as both of his hands came to rest on your arms.

‘Man, you’re freezing. C’mon I'm taking you inside.’

You untangled yourself from the bike, allowing him to wrap his leather jacket around your shoulders and guide you towards the door. Browning weeds were sprouting between the paving stones beneath your feet and the edge of the path was littered with cigarette butts on both sides. As Bucky pulled his keys from his pocket and approached the door, you felt your phone start to vibrate in your pocket, the sensation filling you with dread. You pulled it out, it was your dad.

'Want me to talk to them?' His voice was playful, but you couldn't help noticing some faintly sinister undertones bleeding through.

'Oh I'm sure they'd love that,' you followed him over the threshold and up the creaky stairs, 'but it'd just be a waste of your time. I've literally never heard either of them admit they're wrong about anything.'

'Sounds about right.'

The two of you stopped in front of a grubby-looking door that Bucky swiftly unlocked. It swung open a few inches before getting jammed, at which point he instinctively kicked the bottom corner of it, leaving a fresh boot print on top of the four or five that were already stamped there. You wandered into a sparsely decorated and messy apartment, smiling to yourself as Bucky started subtly kicking laundry underneath various pieces of furniture and mumbling about how he definitely would've tidied if he knew you were coming; in all honesty you’d have taken anything over shag carpets and crucifixes on every wall, you were just happy to be somewhere safe and peaceful.

He cleared the couch of underwear and pizza boxes and encouraged you to sit while he disappeared into the kitchen to fix you something to eat. The couch was low, the cushions sinking under your weight as you placed yourself in the spot with the least visible stains. A few cars juddered past below the window, the occasional creak of footsteps came from above and you could hear Bucky quietly tinkering in the kitchen but, other than that, all around you was quiet. Suddenly you were alone, in an entirely unfamiliar setting, stewing in silence as the last of your adrenaline wore off. The weight of the whole day seemed to hit you at once. To make matters worse, as if sent to underpin your growing anxiety, your phone started buzzing again. It was more sporadic, suggesting a flurry of texts rather than a phone call. Against your better judgement you reached it out to check.

Answer the phone now.

You’ve chosen a criminal over your own family.

If you don’t come back now that’s it, no more support.

This is your last chance.

While you stared at the screen, the edges of your vision began to blur slightly. Your heart started pounding and you found you couldn't properly catch your breath. A sudden, sharp pain shot through your chest, making you feel dizzy as you began trying to frantically pull air into your tightening lungs. You kept telling yourself that Bucky was only a few steps away, that if you could just shout him he'd come back and everything would feel okay again, but your voice had gotten lost somewhere. You weren't sure how long you sat there with your phone clamped between your whitening knuckles. More and more messages came through, only interrupted by the occasional phone call that you just allowed to ring out. You must've gotten more than twenty notifications before you heard your host padding back from the kitchen.

'Shit, what happened?' He planted himself down beside you, setting the plate of food he'd made down on the floor due to the absence of any kind of table. 'Did they call?'

'No- uh, y-yeah, i just-'

Your voice was shaking too much to form a full sentence. Bucky's arm extended towards your phone, his hand enclosing it and gently tugging it out of your grip before he subtly turned it off and placed it on the couch behind him. You weren't able to say it, but you were incredibly grateful that he'd made that decision for you, because the relief of finally being entirely disconnected from your parents was cathartic. He cradled your face in his palm and his thumb began brushing away tears you hadn't even realised you'd shed. His calming presence eventually began to level you out and he drew you closer, the two of you melting into the lumpy sofa cushions, your panic becoming offset by the overwhelming safety you felt being wrapped in his arms. Exhaustion from the events of the day washed over you, Bucky tried to coax you into eating something but you didn't have the energy to be hungry.

It was only a few minutes until you started dozing off. You were so grateful that your abiding memory of the most draining day of your life was soft fingers running through your hair, the gentle rise and fall of a warm chest and the faint smell of cologne and cigarettes.

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Part 4

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irismoonrise · 2 years

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It’s About Time

Summary: Azriel returns from a spying mission badly injured, scaring Gwyn. As she cares for him, a panicked Elain rushes in seeking to do the same. Some drama unfolds as the two fight over being there for Azriel. (Gwynriel One Shot)

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Word Count: 1.4k

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara x Azriel

A/N: I've had this saved in my drafts for a while due to me being hesitant of all the Elriel and Gwynriel ship drama. But today i finally got the writing somewhere i liked it and felt good enough to post it. This was inspired by a scene from Harry Potter, you’ll know if you know lol. Anyways, Enjoy.

Gwyn focused on the swift movements of her sword as she landed calculated hits on the practice dummy. Her braided hair seemed to glow like fire as she moved with ease in the early morning sun.

This side of the training ring was fairly empty when she emerged from the library, but now there were small groups of other priestesses warming up. Cassian had been called to the river house a few moments ago and Nesta had followed. Emerie was also missing today as she was handling some things at her store.

Gwyn would usually use this time to practice movements and techniques with various short blades or daggers. Azriel was always there, adamant about instructing her properly but today he was missing too. It wasn’t unusual for the shadowsinger to miss a few lessons, but something about this time had Gwyn on edge. She couldn’t get rid of that feeling in her stomach, that something wasn’t right.

She focused again on her sword, swiping the dummy so hard that hay spewed out of its ripped side. Panting, she moved to set the weapon against the rack and head to the water station. The other priestesses smiled at her as she walked by. Once she reached the water station and began to fill her glass, a shadow flew overhead, distracting her and making her look up.

She gasped as she took in Azriel’s form, bobbing and swerving in an attempt to land properly. His hand was pressed hard against his left side that appeared to be bleeding profusely.

Gywn quickly set down her glass and made to run back out into the ring. She didn’t know what she could do, didn’t know where he would land. The other priestesses moved quickly, no doubt seeing and thinking the same.

While she panicked, Azriel landed with a loud thud that sent him rolling towards a corner of the ring. Gwyn took off running for him, nausea filling her gut. Dropping to her knees next to his limp and crumpled form, she took in his shadows swarming him. She reached through them and around his wings for his shoulder, flipping him over.

She and several of the priestesses who had gathered around gasped at the blood drenching his leathers. Gwyn situated his head on her lap, his shadows were cold as they swarmed her arms. He must have passed out as he landed. The nausea in her gut turned to horror and alarm at seeing him like this.

Gwyn knew he needed help and fast. Looking up at the other priestesses, she yelled, “Someone go alert Rhysand and get a healer! Now!”

They just stared at her for a moment before bursting into movement. Deirdre appeared with a cloth, kneeling on the other side of Azriel. As she laid it over his wound and gradually applied pressure, he jerked awake, eyes wide.

Gwyn grabbed the side of his face, forcing him to look at her. She said gently, “Shh, it’s okay, Az. Look at me, we're getting you help.”

The alarm in his eyes settled and his body relaxed as he took in her face. His eyes softened before drifting closed. Gwyn felt another pulse of panic at him going unconscious again. From the way his skin paled and his shadows deepened, he was worse than she thought.

She said a silent prayer to the Mother before her thoughts could descend to the worst.

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Everyone stood gathered around Azriel who lay unconscious in his bed at the House of Wind. Gwyn sat on a small chair next to him, her folded arms a breath away from Azriel’s hand. She stared at his face as Rhys and Feyre spoke, their faces grim.

��They must have sensed him somehow. Maybe they set a new type of ward,” Rhys said.

“They probably took extra precautions knowing we would send him at some point,” Feyre replied.

Cassian said tightly, “I knew you shouldn’t have sent him to that fortress. Damn getting information if it results in things like this.”

From the tightness on Nesta’s face, Gwyn knew she agreed. She had no idea where they’d sent him but it must have been a difficult place for him to end up like this. Anger twisted in her gut at the situation they put him in.

Noting their expressions, Feyre said, “We’d hoped to get the information before they caught on. We were confident that Azriel could get in and out with no problems.”

Gwyn was reminded of the frantic moments between him landing in the training ring to Rhys and Cassian hauling him inside for Madja to look at. She had taken one look at him and exclaimed that someone had practically gutted him. Gwyn cringed at the thought, her stomach bottoming out once again.

As the others prepared to bicker, she looked at Azriel’s face. She had never seen him so peaceful and relaxed. His shadows had calmed once he was healed and now they moved lazily around his shoulders.

Before she could reach for his hand, loud and quickly moving footsteps sounded from the hall. She looked up in time to see Elain pushing past Feyre into the room.

“Where is- Gods, is he alright?” She asked, her face pinched with concern.

Gwyn felt something spark in her chest at Elain’s face. It irritated her for some reason.

Rhys opened his mouth to reply but Gwyn beat him to it. “Madja said he’ll be fine with some rest and proper tending to.”

“Oh…that’s good,” Elain replied hesitantly as she sized up Gwyn and how close she sat next to Azriel. She looked over at Nesta and whispered to her, “What’s she doing here?”

Gwyn didn’t know if she actually thought she was being quiet in asking her question or asking it loud enough to start something. She answered anyway, “I’m here because he practically fell out of the sky during training. I just happened to be the one to get him help.”

Elain didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, well thank you so much for being there. I can see he’s better now so you can go finish your training.”

Gywn almost gaped in shock. She couldn’t believe Elain’s attempt at dismissing her like some nursemaid. She replied, “I was actually finishing up some when it happened so I think I’ll sit here for a little while and see if he needs anything when he wakes up.”

Gwyn could see the anger that flickered in Elain’s eyes at her response, she reveled in it for a moment. As they stared at each other, the others in the room shifted to the background as their conversation took centerfold. She could feel all their eyes on them, warily watching them.

Elain broke eye contact first, smiling as she said, “You should go and take a moment to clean yourself up, I don’t think him waking up to you covered in his blood will do much good.”

Gwyn was in fact still covered in his blood. She had washed her hands but most of it still soaked her leathers. The fact that Elain was trying to get rid of her so badly had Gwyn burning with anger. If she thought she would leave Azriel after what she’d seen today, she was sadly mistaken.

Before Gwyn could snap back with her response, Azriel stirred and groaned. She grabbed his hand and moved closer as he slightly opened his eyes. Gwyn noted Elain’s presence on the other side of the bed, she too had rushed over as he stirred.

“Gw…Gwyn,” He rasped.

She moved even closer, lifting his hand and placing it against her cheek. “I'm here. I'm here, Az.”

“Gwyn…” He said again as his head moved in her direction.

She glanced over to Elain—and from the deep frown on her face this is not what she was expecting. She slowly backed away from the bed and swiftly retreated from the room, avoiding everyone's glances.

Gwyn focused again on Azriel, comforting him. She sat on the bed, careful of his abdomen, and moved his hand in hers across her cheek. The presence of everyone else in the room seemed to disappear for a moment. She could slightly make out Nesta attempting to usher them from the room.

Just as Cassian reached the door, he looked back at Gwyn and Azriel with a grin and whispered, “It’s about time.”

Gwyn tried and failed to hide her smile at his comment. Nesta quickly appeared, yanking him into the hallway and closing the door behind them.

#gwynriel #gwynriel fanfiction #gwyn acosf #gwyneth x azriel #gwyn acotar #acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel #gywn berdara #elain archeron #acosf #sarah j maas #gwyneth berdara

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arcanatranslations · 22 days

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CotEA-Chapter 6

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Shi Dai's plan was very long-term.

There were all sorts of wonders in this vast world, and who knew when she might discover more ways to get rich among demons and spirits.

The road to wealth never stopped; this was called sustainable development.

Great Zhao was a treasure trove of Feng Shui. As someone who had just arrived, everything here was novel to her.

The night was as thick as ink, and Shi Dai didn't see the obscure emotions in Jiang Baiyan's eyes.

He felt baffled and somewhat amused.

Even if Shi Dai hit her head and couldn't remember the past, she must have heard about him when she woke up.

She knew about his mysterious origins and that his hands were stained with blood. Now, treating him like this, what did she want to achieve?

This unfounded kindness reminded Jiang Baiyan of when he was imprisoned by that evil practitioner.

He was only nine years old at the time, and because of his excellent aptitude, he was turned into a substitute puppet, bearing pain for the other party.

In that darkness, life was worse than death. He struggled to escape, and instead of being angry, the evil practitioner repeatedly captured him and subjected him to various bizarre tortures.

One day, Jiang Baiyan managed to escape by chance and was rescued by a farmer after leaving the cave where the evil practitioner resided.

The heart of a nine-year-old child was full of innocence; when the farmer embraced him and comforted him with gentle words such as, "Don't be afraid," Jiang Baiyan burst into tears.

Later, the farmer took him home, fed him, and treated his wounds, and the cruel torture in the cave seemed just like a blurry dream.

Until seven days later, he saw the farmer standing side by side with the evil practitioner in front of the door.

Seeing Jiang Baiyan's bewildered expression, the evil practitioner guffawed and explained the whole story to him.

The "farmer" was his fellow disciple following the evil path, and everything that happened these days was just a play.

Thinking about it again, Jiang Baiyan's escape from the cave was indeed unbelievably smooth, and the appearance of the farmer was so coincidental——

As if he was waiting in the same spot early, guarding a tree-stump, waiting for rabbits.

"You didn't really think someone would come to save you, did you?"

The evil practitioner admired the gradually dimming look in his eyes and laughed heartily: "Yes, that's the expression I want. You cried when you met my junior brother, didn’t you? The expression you had then and now, I'll never forget it in my life——so fascinating!"

Jiang Baiyan then finally understood that it was a twisted form of evil.

Tired of his silent suffering during the torture, the evil practitioner deliberately concocted a beautiful dream of survival from despair. When he gradually became addicted to it, thinking he had glimpsed a ray of light, the evil practitioner then shattered this dream.

The aftermath of the shattered dream was more despairing than pure pain.

So... what was Shi Dai's purpose?

The long sword in his hand was sheathed with a clear ringing sound.

Jiang Baiyan smiled gently, covering up the fleeting darkness in his eyes: "No need. Young Miss Shi doesn't need to thank me for such a small favor."

He didn't want to get involved with Shi Dai and refused without hesitation.

A'Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Being with Jiang Baiyan was like walking on thin ice, always needing to be extremely careful.

He was a poisonous snake lurking in a cold forest. If Shi Dai accidentally got bitten by him, she would lose her life.

Better to be cautious and stay away from him.

Jiang Baiyan still had to return to the Exorcism Bureau, so he bid farewell in a low voice.

On the way back to Shi residence, there was only Shi Dai and the Painted Skin demon.

Encountering puppetry for the first time, Shi Dai curiously asked: "How does it feel to be controlled by spirit threads?"

"Although I still have my consciousness, I can't control my actions."

A'Chun was very cautious in answering.

"It's like being trapped in a small box, only able to follow the commands of the puppeteer."

When controlled by puppetry, A'Chun's temperament was completely different from now.

Cold, resentful, and full of murderous intent; if Jiang Baiyan hadn't arrived in time, Shi Dai wouldn't have dared to confront her.

Finding it intriguing, she asked: "What commands did the puppeteer give you?"

A'Chun honestly replied: "To let you see me and be frightened by me."

Shi Dai was taken aback: "Just to scare people?"

This was strange.

Tonight, most of the street was filled with demons and ghosts. The puppeteer caused such a commotion, and yet he didn't intend to go on a killing spree, but only to scare people?

What was his purpose?

Thinking back on tonight, A'Chun also felt puzzled as well: "Yeah."

Anyway, the puppeteer had the Exorcism Bureau to deal with it; they didn't need to worry about it.

Shi Dai collected her thoughts and changed the subject: "Let me take you home first and meet my mother. Don't worry, my mother is very kind and has no bias against demons."

As she said this, they arrived at the door of the Shi residence.

Both her parents were prominent figures, so the Shi family’s residence was naturally grand and solemn.

Towering white walls, half-open vermilion gates, and a plaque under the eaves with the words "Shi residence" written boldly.

"There are other people in the residence."

Shi Dai pushed open the gate and entered, smiling cheerfully, "My family are all very friendly, they won't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, accompanied by the creaking sound of the gate being pushed open, a grim and expressionless face, almost inhuman, suddenly peeked out from the gap.

It locked eyes with Shi Dai.

Shi Dai: ...?

There was a momentary silence.

The Painted Skin demon and the green-faced person stared at each other, one pale like a ghost, the other ash green and eerie. After a moment of silence, they were both startled by each other and let out two simultaneous screams:

"Ahhhhh—!"

"Stop, stop, what's going on?"

The commotion was so loud that a beautiful woman in a crimson trailing skirt hurriedly came from behind the gate.

Seeing Shi Dai, the woman slightly raised her willow-like eyebrows and said: "Daidai is back."

"Mother."

Shielding the trembling A’Chun behind her, Shi Dai looked at the equally nervous green-faced person and didn’t know whether to cry or laugh: "Is this the zombie you invited?"

She and her mother, Meng Ke, had been discussing using zombies for delivery these days.

"Exactly."

Meng Ke smiled happily: "I tried it with the corpse driver from the Exorcism Bureau. The zombies move swiftly and are top-notch in speed——and most importantly, no matter how much they run around, they never get tired."

What was this?

An excellent delivery personnel!

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How poor production on Going Live led to The Wheel

Five Star rose from nowhere to become the biggest band in Britain, and then they fell away as quickly as they'd arrived. By 1 April 1989, the group was really unpopular, and they appeared on Going Live. The Sunday Mirror reported what happened next:

A youngster stunned a children's BBC TV programme with a stream of four-letter abuse at pop group Five Star. The band were answering phone-in questions on Going Live when Elliot (sic) Fletcher blurted out, "I would like to ask Five Star why are they such f---ing c---." As presenter Sarah Greene sat in shocked silence, he added, "They are f---ing p---" before being faded out.

Five Star were a family group. Lorraine, Doris, Denise, Steadman, and Delroy were the children of Buster Pearson, who was also their manager, and who styled them in the mode of the Jackson Five. Signed to Tent Records (prop: B. Pearson), the group made vocal pop with synth stylings. It was the way of the mid-80s. After a couple of small-release singles, "All fall down" very gently grew its way up the charts during late spring 1985, and follow-up single "Let me be the one" gave them a chance to get into the TOTP studio.

"System Addict" propelled them into the top five at the start of 1986, and began a proper Imperial Phase; for a couple of years, we couldn't avoid Five Star, and didn't really want to. Second album Silk and Steel yielded five top ten hits, ranging from sweet love song "Rain or shine" to the yearning horniness of "Can't wait another minute" and "If I say yes". A massive stadium tour was sponsored by Crunchie chocolate bars, and the group won the BPI Award for Best Band. Better than Genesis! Even more fun than Mike + the Mechanics!

Third album Between the Lines was harsher, harder, more aggressive. Five Star gave up the chocolate sponsorship, replaced by toothpaste. But even that wouldn't clean their image from the deliberate dirt and grunge. "Strong as steel" and "Somewhere somebody" were the worst sort of single release - reminding us only of how good Five Star used to be. When the bubble burst, it collapsed quickly. 1988's album Rock the World was even worse.

By early 1989, the group are promoting a forthcoming Greatest Hits album, and new song "With every heartbeat". Reviews were not pleasant reading.

Carol Decker from T'Pau summarised the problems. "Her voice doesn't sound as distinctive as it used to. Now she just sounds like Gloria Estefan. They used to be very good but this is disappointing." Bandmate Ronnie Rogers also reviewed the single for Smash Hits "It's a groove with no tune. As soon as they changed their image every one of their singles has been dead boring." Record Mirror had dismissed the single: "Listening to a 5 Star record is like drowning in a bubble bath."

The hostility continued through the interview on Going Live!. The segment began with a profile put together using clips of the band talking about themselves, which rather over-stated how popular they were now. Sarah Greene, the show's presenter, pointed out how prolific and busy the band had been. "Are you ever tempted to sit back, rest on your laurels for a bit?" No, they're very busy people and have been working on their next album. "Next album? You only put one out last August! Many others take two years to make an album." Was there a lack of quality control at Five Star HQ? Apparently, they're feeling very creative, including a new book which gets a quick plug.

To the phones, and Barbara asks "Why Five Star have changed their image?" No, we've not changed our image, we've changed to reflect our new music, it changes gradually through fashion and our age. Barbara thinks they're more rock 'n' roll, harder, more leather and less of the spacebot matching jumpsuits.

In the studio, Tony asks what it felt like to have a number one hit. "That's a nice question!" says one of the band. Ooh, is someone feeling got at from a viewer asking a difficult question?! They never had a number 1 single in any market, though album Silk and Steel did make its way to number one.

Back to the lions' den, Eliot from Langley - and his dog Tammy, who barks down the phone.

"Thanks very much Eliot, nice to hear from you!" breezed Sarah. "Tammy would have made a lot more sense." There's general sniggering and laughter in the studio audience, carefully kept out of the microphone. Let's move on to the next phone call "I heard that! Did you hear that? Crap!" said the confused caller.

Charlotte in the studio asks if the band get fed up with each other and argue a lot. Of course they do, but they're family and they get along really. Of course they do.

Oh dear. This segment is falling apart. With the producer making the wise decision to drop the phone callers, and two minutes to fill, Sarah asks the studio audience for any questions. Young lad sitting next to Charlotte?

"How many countries have you released records in?" asks the flop-haired youth, after a little false start. Good question. Lots of them. "So there's nowhere left for you to go?" he cheekily asks. Watch that lad, he's going to be trouble for somebody.

Sarah builds on the discussion - have Five Star forgotten what it's like to be anonymous? Not really.

And if they have, it won't be long before they're completely anonymous. Five Star never had another hit album, and had to sell their swank-pad in Sunningdale when the royalties ran out.

The star of the piece was unplanned audience questionner, stand up comedian, and general loudmouth Michael McIntyre. This early brush with stardom doesn't merit inclusion in his autobiography, which begins in 2005.

And we wonder, if Michael hadn't had those twenty seconds of fame in 1989, would he have become such a hugely famous person? Would he have got his own primetime feelgood tv show? With a soundtrack deserving five stars?

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(ch. 4) wild heart // bucky barnes

i keep my visions to myself

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in order to protect you, bucky has set one rule for himself: avoid you. he finds himself breaking that rule 30 minutes later. (he does more than break it; he tells it to go fuck itself and now bucky's in too deep.)

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating bucky, emotionally immature bucky

w/c: 3.2k

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oh, thunder only happens when it's raining players only love you when they're playing say, women, they will come and they will go when the rain washes you clean, you'll know

bucky had already settled comfortably (or as comfortably as possible given that he was still sleeping on the floor) when he was rudely interrupted by the sound of sniffles. no, not just sniffles—it was more like soft whimpers, the kicking of sheets, and the occasional gasp for air. is this what it’s like for everyone when i have nightmares? except it’s probably worse since i usually scream and thrash.

it was you, he realized. steve didn’t usually have audible nightmares—he tensed and froze. so it had to be his other wall mate, which unfortunately happened to be someone he didn’t know and had no intention of getting to know.

as much as he tried to block them out and wish for them to stop, your quiet cries didn’t cease. eventually, the guilt of it all got to him. he knew nobody else would be able to hear anything, since he was only able to because of your shared wall and his super-soldier hearing. he reluctantly stood, dog tags clinking together as he rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes, and fumbled over to your door. bucky rose his fist to knock but realized that was probably stupid, since you were asleep, after all. he hesitantly cracked the door open, not wanting to startle you and have a menacing shadowy figure be the first thing you wake up to after having a nightmare. you showed no indication of having been affected by the small creak, so bucky opened the door fully until the back hit one of your unpacked boxes. he winced at the soft thud, but thankfully it seemed like you were a deep sleeper, as that didn’t wake you either.

bucky revoked his previous statement. he’d crouched near the side of your bed and gently called your name, hoping to gradually rouse you awake. oh, she’s a deep sleeper alright.

he squeezed his eyes shut, hating that he’d been the one in the situation. my whole plan to not to affiliate with her is getting off to a really bad start. great job, bucky. nothing says “not friends with the winter soldier so no need to gossip about me” more than being caught in the newbie’s bedroom at 2AM.

“uh, hey. wake up,” he hushed, unsure of himself. he wasn’t usually on this end of things. “hey, open your eyes, or something. um, i command you to come to consciousness.” he felt stupid. (to be fair, he did sound pretty stupid.)

he tentatively outstretched his flesh hand to brush his fingers over your hand, which was gripping the sheets like they were the only thing grounding you in reality. well, that was kind of true.

“i don’t know- wake up!” he hissed, patting your hand a bit impatiently until your eyes fluttered open. oh, so she doesn’t have those dramatic nightmare awakenings like i do, where you totally embarrass yourself and/or attack the well-meaning person who comes to wake you up. lucky.

your eyebrows were furrowed as you tried to take in the fuzzy shapes in front of you. oh shit, that’s not a fuzzy shape. that’s a fucking silhouette. i knew this was a bad fucking idea—wow, it’s my first day and i’m surrounded by the best security system ever and i’m gonna die. go me.

“holy-” you scrambled up, crawling backward to put as much distance between yourself and the figure as possible. your heart, which had already been racing from the intensity of your dream, was now threatening to burst out of your chest. it was like you could hear its pounding in your ears.

“hey, it’s just me!” bucky whispered, holding his hands up reassuringly. he kept them hovering as he stood up to full height. “sorry, i heard you, um, crying or something from my room. we share a wall,” he explained, motioning to it.

“oh,” you choked. “sorry, that’s so embarrassing.” you rubbed your eyes, and bucky couldn’t tell if it was because you were groggy or if you were crying.

“no, don’t be embarrassed,” he came around to your side of the bed slowly, like he was approaching a wounded animal. “can i sit next to you?”

you nodded, scooting over and clutching your blanket up and pulling it up to your chest. you were sitting criss-crossed on the corner of the bed, your back perpendicular to the headboard. the mattress sunk under bucky’s weight. you smiled a bit.

“sorry, i’m heavy,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. “i’m not really good at comforting people,” he confessed. “i’m usually the one having nightmares.” he turned to look at you. your face was a little puffier than when he’d last seen you, and your hair a little more matted at the back of your head. you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“i don’t know what you were dreaming about but… i know that having nightmares in a place like this can be pretty intimidating. it was like that for me, at least. everyone seemed so strong and put together, and i had just gotten back from wakanda. i felt broken and alone and people would come into my room every night and wake me up when i was screaming. i’m not very nice when i wake up, unlike you. i would get all aggressive at them,” he chuckled.

“but you’ll come to realize that all of us have those kinds of dreams. some of us have them less frequently and some people have them quietly. but, if it’s worth anything, i’m glad we share a wall. so that i could’ve heard you and come check on you. you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be crying on your first day. you deserve something good; a fresh start.”

you tilted your head up at him, and bucky could finally catch sight of your red-rimmed eyes. “thanks,” you sniffed. “i don’t usually live with other people, so i didn’t know that i made noise when i slept, actually.” you fiddled with your fingers as your eyes darted across his face as if looking for some sort of reassurance.

“thanks for checking on me. i’ve never- nobody’s ever- i appreciate it.” bucky’s heart splintered at the implication behind your words. in the 40s, he’d had steve. in wakanda, he had shuri. here, he had all his friends. but the times when he was loneliest? when nobody was there to wake him up, and it was like he was living a constant nightmare? that was when he’d been in captivity in hydra. he thought of you, waking up from a nightmare alone in a dark room in some dingy new york apartment, and he had to clench a fist at the unfairness of it all.

“it’s not a problem, doll.” the nickname slipped out before he could even think about it. shit. way to go, again! nothing says “no affiliation with the deadliest assassin of the century” more than being alone in her bedroom in the middle of the night and being all sweet on her. good one.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently. his eyes were soft as he carefully pressed his flesh hand on top of one of yours, which was resting on your knee. you shivered at his touch, and bucky made a move to pull away, but instead, you flipped your hand around and grabbed onto a few of his fingers. your other hand came down to find his metal hand, and even though this wasn’t really about him, bucky melted a bit at your willingness to touch his prosthetic.

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now here i go again, i see the crystal visions i keep my visions to myself it's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and have you any dreams you'd like to sell? dreams of loneliness

“honestly? not really,” you sighed. “i don’t really want to think about it.” bucky had been there before too. he’d repressed all memories of his time as the winter soldier until the blank gaps there were all he could think about, and they had overtaken his brain. he knew that you, and everyone in general, would have to confront the things which haunted you at some point. but tonight he didn’t push it. he wasn’t ever going to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, especially not when you were so vulnerable.

bucky lifted your intertwined hands between the two of your bodies, prompting your chin to move upwards and catch his gaze again. “want a glass of water? uh, hydrate or diedrate. that’s what the spider-kid taught me.”

you giggled, pulling away from him. “sure. can you show me where the kitchen is?” he hadn’t expected you to tag along with him. he kind of hoped you wouldn’t. sneaking around with him at night was definitely and for sure not good for your image. well, fuck that. she needs somebody right now, so… i’ll start enforcing the rule tomorrow. well, technically it is tomorrow; at sunrise, then.

he smiled at you as you led him through a maze of cardboard boxes. in the cover of darkness, it felt easier to talk to you than during the few awkward interactions that he’d fucked up. but it was probably a bad thing that he liked you being with you your general presence because that’d only make things a lot more difficult for him. and you, though you weren’t even aware of the rule he’d set.

he poured you a glass of water, pointing out the water filter that tony loved to brag about. “it’s better than brita,” he liked to claim.

the water was downed instantly. you immediately refilled your glass.

“want some tea, or something? or i can make you a snack too. not to brag, but i’m kind of a pro at gourmet late-night cereal. i’m an incredible chef.”

you looked up at him with big bug eyes. fuck, you were so sweet-looking. he’d do anything for you probably be willing to help you with things because it was the gentlemanly thing to do and his ma would have whacked him upside the head if he didn’t.

you hesitated as the possibilities of things that could go wrong ran through your mind. you could accidentally drop the kettle and the boiling water could give bucky third-degree burns on his feet. or the mug could explode from the shock in heat increase, or you could be getting a bowl for the cereal and then drop it and get porcelain all over the floor and maybe one of you would step on the shards and get cut. and if you didn’t step on the shards, maybe you would get cut when trying to pick them up. actually, scratch that; bucky had a metal hand. but you could wake people up.

cereal seemed to have the lowest probability of giving either one of you seriously debilitating injuries. and you supposed you were a bit peckish.

“i haven’t had a midnight snack in forever,” you divulged, reaching for a box of honey nut cheerios on a top shelf. your toes slipped and you fell to the flats of your feet with a quiet hmph. bucky bit back a smile at your struggle.

“don’t laugh at me, asshole,” you grouched, sliding out of the way and gesturing for him to get the box instead. “i probably shouldn’t call you an asshole, huh? since you woke me up and got me cereal and everything.”

bucky handed you the box, amused. “you barely know me. i couldn’t be the biggest asshole ever and you’d never know about it.” he shook his head as he looked down at you, tutting. “classic rookie mistake. always underestimating your opponent.”

“first of all, you’re not my opponent,” you said, bustling around the kitchen for a spoon as bucky dug for a bowl. he settled on a stupid one patterned with dancing cats, hoping it’d lighten your mood. “and second of all, i don’t think i’m underestimating you. i’d say that’s me giving you the benefit of the doubt; which by the way, i don’t think i need to do.” you pulled out a spoon triumphantly, having dug through quite a few drawers.

“sure, i’ve only known you for like, 24 hours. and sure, every single one of our interactions up until now have been really weird, but i think i’m going to like you a lot, bucky. i don’t know, you just seem… good. wholesome. kind.”

bucky resisted the urge to point and laugh. him? good? wholesome? what was he, the easter bunny? he didn’t want to crush your spirits though, so he opted for holding the bowl out to you with both hands as if presenting you an award.

“your bowl,” he announced.

a few infectious laughs bubbled out of you as you admired the watercolored kittens and carefully poured your cereal. bucky decided he liked the sound of your laugh. as much as it was a bittersweet melody, it was one he knew well. you’d met less than a day ago and this was your first real conversation, but there was something about you that he’d never seen in anybody else. maybe it was because he saw himself in you.

grabbing his own bowl, he scooped a couple of handful of cheerios for himself. you slurped happily at your own.

“what kind of milk?” he asked absentmindedly, wandering over the common area couches where you’d just had game night. you trailed behind him.

“soymilk. it’s objectively the best milk.”

“huh. you struck me for a 1% kind of gal.”

you gasped in mock horror. “cow milk? never! i’m lactose intolerant. but even if i wasn’t i want nothing to do with a bodily fluid that comes out of a commercially kept livestock’s udder. it’s a fucking udder.”

he snorted, tossing back a few more cheerios. “you’ve got a point,” he mumbled, his mouth full of cheerios. “i love cheerios.”

“i can tell,” you grinned, taking a seat next to him. the couch had sunk so much under his weight that the cushions were literally slanted around him, and you slipped right down the slope until you were touching thighs.

“you seem very enthusiastic about them.” you giggled, pointing to his face. “must be why there are crumbs all over your mouth.”

bucky blushed, hand coming up to cover the bottom of his face as he chewed as quickly as he could. you laughed, pushing his hand away so you could brush off the crumbs yourself. “you’re cute, bucky.”

“d-don’t say things like that, doll. you’re going to send an old man into cardiac arrest,” he stammered, caught off guard by the way you seemed to perceive him. kind. cute. an asshole.

“well, why not? it’s true. plus, you call me doll. so unless you want to send a rookie 6 feet under before she makes it to sunrise, you better quit it too.”

he sighed, placing his half-eaten bowl on the ground. you gulped down the rest of your cereal and followed suit.

“can’t help it, doll,” he teased. “ it’s just second nature. all the pretty girls in the 40s got their little names, but doll is my favorite. and so far, you’re the only person i like around here.”

“ha! so you think i’m preeeetty,” you beamed, throwing one of your legs into the air and throwing yourself into bucky’s side dramatically. “you. think. i’m. pretty.” you emphasized each word with a poke to his arm. “what a charmer, you are. if your intention was to distract me from my nightmare, it’s worked very well, just so you know.”

“it’s true,” he threw your words back at you. “i’m glad i was able to help, even if it was just a little.” he relished in the feeling of your head against his bicep. it had been a while since he’d touched another person, really touched. apart from the occasional handshake, brushing of arms as he’d squeezed by someone, or the accidental foot touch, this was the first time since arriving at the compound since he’d been so physically and emotionally close to somebody. it was the first time since leaving wakanda that he’d been so close like this to a girl.

“mhm,” you hummed, rolling your head around until it was your crown and not your side against his arm, to stare at the ceiling. “it helped a lot, actually. i haven’t… i haven’t been like this with someone in years.” you whispered, your voice shrinking back to the shy volume it’d been back in your bedroom.

“oh?”

“yeah. i don’t really have anyone. i chose not to, ‘cuz it was better off for everyone that way.” you shot up suddenly, alarmed. “wait, you know about me, right? you know about… everything?” you waved your hands around nondescriptively.

“if by everything, you mean this supposed bad luck stuff, then yeah. and for the record, i don’t really give a shit. no offense. i’ve had my fair share of bad luck, doll. and so far, all you’ve done is make my night a hell of a lot better.” he threw his arms behind his head and settled into the cushions a bit more comfortably. you watched him from where you sat, a few inches away, as he stared at the ceiling contemplatively.

“i don’t care for whatever people told you about yourself before. there’s always gonna be someone who spouts bullshit, and it’s up to you whether or not you believe it. but for what it’s worth, i chose to stop believing it. and once i did, i realized that none of the things they were saying about me were true. i had just internalized them to the point where i started reflecting them.”

you shimmied closer, pursing your lips. “you’re smart. i kind of hate that for you.”

“well, i’m 106. i’ve got some grandfatherly wisdom in this old brain.” he rapped his knuckles on the side of his head as you nestled yourself back into the side of his body where you were before.

“bucky?” you whispered. he hummed and looked at you affirmatively. “it’s true, isn’t it?”

bucky’s blood ran cold. he was wrong. he should’ve never let it get this far. shit, this was why he set the rule in the first place-

“is it true that you’re 106? you’re not joking about the whole old man thing, are you?”

it was like someone slapped the flextape from that annoying commercial that always played before one of bucky’s youtube videos on protein shake recipes over bucky’s punctured lung. “no, i’m not lying. i heard you and wanda talking about me outside the gym,” he murmured. you smiled sheepishly.

“most people… know what i’ve done. what happened to me. and you should probably know at some point—actually, you should definitely know,” he sighed. “but not tonight. it- it’s a lot, and you’ve already had quite the night. so, you can ask me whenever. but maybe we’ll take it easy for now?”

bucky gently ran his hand over your jaw, and you looked at him with the most terrifyingly adoring gaze he’d ever seen. you shouldn’t be looking at him that way.

“thanks, bucky,” you smiled. “thanks for looking out for me. i was right. you are a good guy.”

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A glance thrown to the mirror.

There’s the reflection of myself; kneeling, fabric wrapping my neck, sadly, not for aesthetical purpose, but to muffle the scream that’s already being on the tip of my tongue, ready to be let out at anytime.

But this time,

I’m not letting it out.

More and more pull added.

Fabric between the fingers, getting tightened each time I pulled it further, blocking the airflow of mine, gradually stealing my breath away along with my voice.

My chest feels full, as if it’s going to burst soon. It’s difficult to breath, yet relieving at the same time.

Both eyes are now closed, hiding those dark brown orbs behind those lids as my thoughts began to speak on their own.

The fear,

The curiousity,

The gratitude,

The confusion,

The longing,

all buzzed at the same time.

Resulting me to clench my chest due to the unknown pain.

Dealing with overthinking is already troublesome, being added with twisted emotions surely isn’t helping at all.

Sometimes I just want to erase my existence when this kind of feeling hit. The urge to keep pulling the fabric and letting myself suffocate sounds really appealing.

But again, why bother?

Why I need to?

Doesn’t me, still breathing, means that my contract hasn’t expired yet? Then no matter how hard I try, I’ll be returned to this state, even worse?

As the consciousness finally takes its place again, I loosen the grip upon the fabric.

I’m letting myself breathe normally again.

I surrender to everything that waits for me in the future.

And just like that, this body falls to the ground, immediately greeted by the coldness of the floor.

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uwapurin · 2 years

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Once in a blue moon I'll be in the mood to listen to Junior Senior. Doing so nowadays is extremely difficult though. Their music is generally upbeat, and it brings vivid memories of the summer of 2012; I just graduated from high school, I had friends I was able to "regularly" do fun stuff with, I wasn't really aware of any aspect of my mental health and I had proper ways to subdue it regardless, my mental health didn't consume me either, I was going to start college soon, TF2 still got regular updates (and this is important because it's still one of my favorite games of all time and it has influenced me a lot in terms of game design), I had a couple little projects going on that got decent attention, etc. The future actually looked somewhat promising.

If I listen to Junior Senior now, despite their general upbeat tone (or maybe directly because of it), vivid memories of better times come rushing back and I am forced to remember how long ago that was, and how fucking unbearable life is now. My rose tinted glasses are off too. I am looking back with full clarity. The only aspect of that specific time I don't miss is some aspects of my attitude. But otherwise, everything was genuinely better. This isn't like when I sometimes listen to Phantogram, and relive vivid memories of particularly depressing and lonely periods of my life, and end up missing it for some reason.

Both this time and the last time I listened to them, I ended up crying. This time at least, I was able to fight it until my girlfriend asked if I was okay, then it just gradually came out... Last time, I was listening to Together For One Last Dance and I just suddenly and uncontrollably burst into tears.

I'm tired of having music be ruined for me because of memories of better times. Junior Senior is far from the only case (a fair bit of music I listened to around 2015 - 2016 tends to trigger breakdowns too, or gets close it), but it seems to be the worst case for some reason; listening to them tends to hit me much harder. With how hard it is to listen to them, I should probably just never try listening to them again. But that's also just depressing. Knowing that I shouldn't listen to music I used to enjoy, not because I don't enjoy it anymore, but because it just hurts too much to do so. I'm also just tired of how depressing life is now. But that's nothing new. Nobody cares either.

...I was curious and listened to Together For One Last Dance again (yes, I started crying without listening to it this time) before finishing this. As it turns out, that song made it even worse. That song in particular hurts a lot. Its somewhat melancholy tone and the lyrics do really give this sort of vibe that says "the good times are long behind you, nothing will ever be like that again". It's also a reminder of my aging. The prospect of aging is terrifying, particularly as life gets progressively worse. Being an independent adult is almost never enjoyable. That song become a sendoff for the better times in my life, as well as my youth. That hurts. A lot.

It's funny though. I randomly got in the mood for Junior Senior, and thought out loud "I wonder if this still hurts". I guess I got my answer.

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Words that Should Have Been Left Unsaid

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai’d!Reader

Summary: Sometimes people say the meanest things in the heat of the moment. You’re hiding the fact that something is going on with you, but you didn’t want to worry the men. But because you were hiding something from them, it ticked off one person in particular and made him say something that should’ve been left unsaid.

Note: Hello! Sorry for a very late update! I had sociology midterms and my professors decided to throw a butt load of assignments on me the minute spring break was over! I am also babysitting my cousins, so that is one of the reasons that’s been stopping me from typing something out. But here is a new story for the Isekai’d!Reader fic! I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry for the long wait! For those who are new readers or are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so, if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Angst-ish without comfort. Scaramouche is a big meanie and makes you cry and leave the abode. Mentions of blood.

Word Count: 6.1k

Read part 2 of Words that Should Have Been Left Unsaid [here]!

You have been acting strange lately. Even though you tried to act like yourself, it was easy to see through the facade that you put on for the fifteen men. They couldn’t help but analyze you closely as you tried to act like nothing was wrong when in reality, there was something wrong. You seemed way more tired and irritable; the bags under your eyes were prominent, and you looked unusually pale. Almost gray. The men couldn’t help but worry about you, but you kept ignoring the concerned looks they’ve cast your way every time you entered the room. There are days when you don’t want to see them at all or talk to them, and it makes them worry that they’ve done something to you that made you feel this way towards them. But boy, they were wrong.

Lately, you’ve been feeling off. At first, you brushed it off as just another sleepless night that made you feel this way, but it continues to get worse and worse. Your head hurts a lot; it felt like Zhongli just threw a boulder at your head. You didn’t think much of it when you first got the headache, but that quick sharp pain gradually developed into pounding headaches that wouldn’t go away. You know for sure that the headache you’re having aren’t migraines. Since you didn’t want to make the men feel worried about you, you have decided to sneak into the medicine cabinet to take some medications to ease your headache. Did the medicines ease your headache? Only for a short amount of time until that headache comes back twice as painful as it was previously.

Did you try to consult Baizhu about your endless headache? No, you didn’t because you knew that if you were to talk to Baizhu about your headache, he would tell the others about said headache. You’ll end up being bombarded with questions from the other fourteen men, making the headache even worse than it already was. So, you kept it all to yourself and tried to act like nothing was happening at all despite wanting to burst into tears because of how excruciating the headache was.

You woke up from your nap, your head throbbing in pain as you struggled to sit up on your bed. You winced in pain, rubbing your temples as the pressure around your head increased. You can hear your blood pulsing in your ears as beads of sweat start to form on your forehead.

“How much longer is this headache going to go on for?” You whispered to yourself, hugging the blanket to your chest with a sigh of frustration. You threw the blanket off your body before getting off of your bed. A wave of dizziness hits you like a huge tidal wave, knocking you back down on your bed.

It has been days since you left your bedroom; the only way you’ve eaten was when one of the men would drop by with a tray of food at your bedroom door. Sighing in defeat, you closed your eyes. “Looks like I’ll be staying in bed. Again.” You slowly reached over to your blanket and tossed it over your body. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for not leaving your bedroom; you knew that it makes them assume the worst, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back the headache you were feeling.

Swallowing your pride, you got up from your bed anyway and walked to your bedroom door. You knew that you should stay in bed, but it had been way too long since you left your bedroom, and you knew that the men were most likely worried sick about you. You grabbed onto the door handle and twisted the knob before slowly opening your bedroom door. You can hear laughter and loud chatter coming from downstairs; a faint smile appears on your face at the comforting sound. You stepped out of your bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs while holding onto the railing tightly. You feared that you would tumble down the stairs if you hadn’t held onto the bar due to your legs feeling like they were jello. Your legs were shaking, but it wasn’t noticeable-- or at least you hoped that it wasn’t apparent to the others. You felt like a newborn deer walking for the first time.

The more you descended the stairs, the louder the laughter and chatter got. The louder the laughter and conversation got, the more your headache worsened. Perhaps it was a mistake to leave your bedroom after all. A big mistake. When one of the men, Ayato, caught sight of you. He stares at you with curiosity, causing the others around him to gradually grow quiet and look over to where he was looking. Now, you have about fifteen men staring at you intently, eyeing you from head to toe. Their eyes slowly traced over your body and your face as if they were looking for something.

“Good morning, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?” Diluc asks, giving you a small smile.

You gave a weak smile in return before answering, “Good morning, Diluc! My sleep could have been better, but I hope you were able to sleep way better than I did.” Diluc eyebrows furrow slightly at your answer.

“Oh? Is that so?” Dainsleif asks, stroking his chin as he continues to analyze you. You swallow the lump in your throat. The headache continues to thunder in your head, making you wince slightly.

Childe approaches you with a smile, “Perhaps you needed me to cuddle you to sleep! I heard that cuddling makes sleeping easier.” He gives you a flirty smile. Xiao and Scaramouche scoff loudly.

Baizhu approaches you from the crowd; he stands in front of you and looks down at you with his eyebrows narrowed. He was inspecting you closely. Baizhu reached toward you and grabbed your face, gently tilting your head from side to side. You stared at Baizhu blankly as he continued to do his thing.

“Have you been feeling unwell?” Baizhu asks; you shook your head in response. You can hear the others sigh in defeat around you. Clearly, you weren’t going to admit that you weren’t feeling well. Archons, why are you so stubborn?

"I'm feeling okay, thank you for asking. I've been feeling tired for the past few days; it's no big deal." You reply, giving Baizhu a weak smile. Baizhu stares at you for a moment before letting go of your face with a small sigh, looking over at the other fourteen men.

Zhongli raises his eyebrows at you, “So you’re feeling okay now?” You nod your head in response to Zhongli’s question with a small smile.

Xiao squints his eyes at you, his eyebrows narrowing slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't believe you." Xiao comments; you stared at Xiao, unsure how you'd respond to his statement.

You clear your throat, “Well, I’m feeling okay now. There’s nothing to worry about at all.” You hope that the others couldn’t see through your lies. But alas, it seems like lady luck isn’t on your side this time.

Scaramouche scoffs, a scowl appearing on his face. “You didn’t leave your room for days and would avoid us for days. It’s clear that you weren’t okay at all.” He eyes you from head to toe; you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under Scaramouche’s scrutiny.

“Listen, sometimes I don’t want to leave my room, and sometimes I will. It’s how I’ve always been before I have arrived in this world.” You argued, eyebrows narrowing at Scaramouche.

“And that’s okay! It’s great to have some alone time for yourself, but you’ve been avoiding us. We can’t help but feel worried about you, you know?” Gorou says, giving you puppy dog eyes.

Itto nods his head in agreement, “Yeah! We thought we did something to upset you and couldn’t figure out what was making you upset.” He scratches the back of his head with a tiny frown on his face.

An overwhelming wave of guilt washes over you. You knew that they were worried about you, but you didn’t think that they would be this worried about you. As much as you wanted to tell them all what was going on— well, technically, you didn’t even know what was going on with you either— you didn’t want to burden them any further with your issues.

“As much as I am glad to hear that you were worried about me, there’s no need to be concerned. I’m okay.” You said softly, giving them a small smile before walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Thoma gave you a small smile and held out a plate of food for you. Before you could walk to Thoma, someone grabs onto your wrist and yanks you back, causing you to stumble into the person that grabbed you by the wrist. You turned around and saw Scaramouche staring at you with a deep frown on his face; you yanked your wrist out of Scaramouche’s grasp, looking at him in confusion and anger.

“There’s no way I’m letting you walk off that easily after giving me a bullshit response,” Scaramouche says.

“Scaramouche, I’m not in the mood to get into an argument right now. I just want to get something to eat and go back to my room to rest.” You sighed, closing your eyes when you felt your headache worsening.

Scaramouche scoffs, “There you go again, wanting to go back to your room. Are you that tired of being around us?” His hands crackled with electricity. Your eyes widened at Scaramouche’s accusation; you couldn’t help but feel speechless at his question.

“No! I’m not tired of being around you all!” You exclaimed.

“Then why were you avoiding us? We care about you, we’re always there for you, but all you do is avoid us and be ungrateful for the things we’ve provided for you!” Scaramouche scowls.

“How am I ungrateful?! Just because I was in my room for days doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful for everything all of you have done for me!” You bury your face into your hands, letting out a tired sigh.

“You know what? Maybe you should go back to your world if you’re that desperate to avoid us.” Scaramouche scowls.

“But I’m not avoiding you all!” You cried.

While you and Scaramouche were arguing, the others stayed silent and watched the entire scene unfold in front of them. You weren’t sure as to why the others weren’t speaking up or stopping the argument between you and Scaramouche. It was like they were on Scaramouche’s side and agreed with everything he was saying.

“If you really want me to go back to my world, then just say it then!” You exclaimed, tears blurring your vision.

“Fine! Leave Teyvat! Everyone here will be glad that you’re gone because taking care of you is nothing but a burden!” Scaramouche hissed. Your heart drops at Scaramouche’s harsh words. You look at the others around you; they avoid your eyes, and they say nothing.

“Do you guys really think that I’m a burden?” You whispered.

“We’re tired of you hiding something from us,” Thoma says softly, setting the plate of food down on the table with a small frown on his face.

You sputtered, “But I’m not keeping anything from you all!” Your hands began to shake, your heart racing against your chest.

Kazuha places a gentle hand on your shoulders, “[Y/N], we know when you’re lying. You know you can tell us anything, right?” Kazuha gives you a reassuring smile.

Kaeya huffs, “There’s no point in lying when it’s quite obvious that you’re keeping something from us, and it’s affecting you.” He leans against the table with his arms over his chest.

Ayato hums to himself, “Well, if [Y/N] doesn’t want to tell us what is wrong, then we shouldn’t push them any further.” He looks over at you; for some reason, his gaze makes you even tenser. It wasn’t because of the way he was staring at you; it’s because of the amount of guilt you felt because you didn’t want to tell them what was wrong. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to tell them what was happening. It was because you didn’t know what was going on yourself. They would’ve ruled it off as a possible sickness if you were to tell them what was going on.

Albedo sighs softly, “I agree with Lord Ayato. It’s best we don’t push them to tell us what’s going on. Instead, we should give them time to decide on whether they want to tell us what’s going on or not.” Venti nods his head in agreement.

“Ignore what Scaramouche said; I’m sure he didn’t mean it!” Venti tries to reassure you, giving you a weak smile.

As much as you try to feel comforted by his words, you had an inkling feeling that the others felt the same way as Scaramouche. They didn’t want you here anymore. They see you as a burden and a lot of work to deal with on a daily basis. Heck, just keeping you alive is a lot of work for them. You suddenly don’t feel like eating anymore; you’ve lost your appetite.

You let out a soft and weak exhale, “I’m sure he meant it. There’s no need to keep me around anyway. I’m sorry for being a big burden for you all.” You gave them a rueful smile before pushing past them while ignoring their protests. You walk out of the mansion and soon leave the abode. The sooner you go, the sooner they won’t have to deal with you anymore. You didn’t mean anything to them at all; they only saw you as a burden.

After you had left the abode, it was silent. No one said anything, nor did the fifteen men try to go after you. They didn’t know what else to do; Scaramouche had already destroyed what they had with you by saying something that wasn’t necessary. It was uncalled for, and they did not approve of what Scaramouche had said to you.

“You fucking asshole! Why did you say that to [Y/N]!?!” Childe scowls, grabbing Scaramouche by the shirt collar and yanking him up.

Zhongli grabs Childe by the shoulders and pulls him away from Scaramouche, “Enough, Childe.” He gives Childe a stern look. Childe clenches his jaws and releases Scaramouche from his grasp, watching the short Inazuman man fix his clothes with a huff of breath.

“What made you think you could say that to [Y/N]?” Diluc demands, glaring at Scaramouche, who scoffs and rolls his eyes in return.

“Oh, please, we were all thinking it!” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Who’s we?! I don’t want [Y/N] to leave Teyvat and go back to their world!” Itto exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep frown on his face.

Gorou nods his head at Itto’s comment, “Right! Me neither! I love [Y/N]’s company, and I don’t want them to ever leave this world!” His ears twitch atop his head.

“Perhaps I was a little bit harsh to [Y/N],” Xiao mutters, his shoulders slumping slightly. The broken expression on your face shattered Xiao’s heart.

“Oh, come on, Xiao! You weren’t even harsh on [Y/N]!” Venti pipes up, tossing his arm over Xiao’s shoulders, making the yaksha flinch at the sudden contact. “All you said was that you didn’t believe their comment about being okay! At least you weren’t throwing harsh words at them like Scaramouche over there.” Venti whispers loudly to Xiao, making Scaramouche throw a glare in the anemo archon’s direction.

Thoma sighs sadly, “[Y/N] didn’t even eat anything today before leaving the abode.” Staring at the plate of food sadly.

“Should we go after them?” Kazuha asks, looking over at the others in confusion.

“I think it’s best that we give [Y/N] some space right now. It seems like they won’t want to see us until after they have cooled down.” Dainsleif comments, getting up from his seat.

Albedo hums, “What if they don’t return to the abode?”

“I’m sure [Y/N] will be fine. If something happens, we will be alerted immediately.” Ayato says, grabbing his boba from the table before taking a sip from the cup.

“Oh? And how would we be alerted immediately, Lord Ayato?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at the head of the Kamisato Clan.

Ayato smiles at Kaeya and takes another sip of his drink, “You’ll find out sooner or later.”

Kaeya grew more skeptical of Ayato’s comment. Kaeya closes his eyes (eye?) with a quiet sigh. Kaeya doesn’t know what Ayato is implying, but he hopes that he wouldn’t find out what Ayato is hinting soon. Zhongli looks over at Baizhu, only to see him deep in his thoughts. Baizhu pinched his eyebrows together as he was stroking his chin as if he was trying to figure something out.

“Mora for your thoughts, Baizhu?” Zhongli speaks up, grabbing Baizhu’s attention.

Baizhu sighs in defeat, “Despite [Y/N] claiming that they’re “okay,” there is something off about them.” Baizhu murmurs.

Xiao scoffs, “It’s quite obvious that they’re hiding something from us.” Xiao leans against the wall, looking uninterested and annoyed.

“We’ll just have to wait for them to return to the abode. Even if [Y/N] won’t tell us what’s wrong, we can always show our support from afar without overwhelming them.” Thoma suggests, picking up the plate of now cold food before walking back into the kitchen to store the food away.

“Uh, how are we so sure that [Y/N] is going to return to the abode? Electro hothead over here told them to leave Teyvat and to return to their world.” Itto says, pointing his thumb over at Scaramouche, who scowled at the nickname that Itto dubbed for him.

Diluc murmurs softly, “We’ll just have to hope for the best that [Y/N] will return to the abode safely.” His heart dropped into the pits of his stomach at the thought of you never returning to the abode and possibly getting injured or returning to your world. Diluc doesn’t want you to return to your world at all. He wouldn’t see that sweet smile of yours whenever you greet him, nor would he hear the sweet sound of your voice and laughter throughout the abode. Just the mere thought of you leaving Teyvat made his heart clench in his chest.

No one else says anything else afterward; tension between the fifteen men was at its highest. Well, mainly the tension between the fourteen men and Scaramouche. They were very unhappy with what Scaramouche had said to you to make you even more upset. Not only were they upset with what Scaramouche had said to you, but they were also upset with themselves for not speaking up to deescalate the situation. You looked so heartbroken when looking over at them, hoping they’d speak up and prevent the problem from worsening, but they all remained silent and just watched the scene unfold in front of them. Scaramouche was tearing you apart over something so little, yet none of the other fourteen men said anything. And now, you’re gone, and they do not know whether you are going to return or not.

Despite Kazuha and Childe wanting to go after you, Zhongli told them not to go, just to give you some space and some time to collect your thoughts. Zhongli didn’t want either of them to overwhelm you much further than you already were. All they could do was wait and hope for the best that you’d return to the abode unscathed.

“But what if [Y/N] ends up getting hurt!?” Gorou exclaims, his bottom lip trembling at the mere thought of you being out alone in Teyvat, scared and alone. Like a bit of bunny all alone in the woods with no one else around to help keep it safe.

“Yeah! What if [Y/N] ends up getting hurt because we weren’t there to protect them!?” Childe exclaims, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks at Zhongli worriedly.

Before Scaramouche could interject, Xiao glared at Scaramouche as if he was telling Scaramouche to shut up and not say anything else further. Especially with the damage that he has caused, Scaramouche sighs dramatically and crosses his arms over his chest after shooting a dirty look at Xiao and the others who were giving him the side-eye.

“Like what Zhongli has said, give [Y/N] some space for them to collect their thoughts. It’s highly unlikely they’ll be returning to their world anytime soon.” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest with a quiet exhale, closing his eyes.

“And how do you know that exactly?” Kaeya asks, frowning at Dainsleif.

“[Y/N] was able to come into our world spontaneously. Has [Y/N] told any of you what they were doing the day before they were sucked into our world?” Albedo asks, looking around at the others in the room. They all shook their heads in response, making Albedo hum to himself. “There must be some kind of portal that had opened that night. Because I don’t have the full knowledge as to what could have caused a rift in our universe, I cannot say how or what brought [Y/N] here.” Albedo tucks his hands in his pockets.

Kazuha tilts his head, “But you just explained it, or at least give a possible reason as to how [Y/N] has ended up in our world.” Kazuha raises his eyebrows at the alchemist.

“A rift in our universe, you say?” Baizhu murmurs, stroking his chin.

The conversation ended there afterward. Usually, at the abode, Itto and Childe would spar as a way to see who was the strongest. Both Childe and Itto couldn’t get themselves to spar with one another because they were too worried about you and your safety. Even though Zhongli and Dainsleif had told the others not to search for you and return you to the abode, they were at their breaking point. Everyone couldn’t go on with their day because you were out somewhere in Teyvat all alone and without someone to protect you.

The morning soon turned into evening. Everyone reluctantly had lunch and dinner without you. The empty chair where you usually sat was left unoccupied. Thoma made the mistake of setting utensils down where you sat until it dawned on him that you were still gone just moments later. They all ate in silence, and the only sounds that filled the silence were the sounds of utensils knocking against the plates and bowls as they all ate their food.

You made a huge mistake of leaving the abode. It had completely slipped your mind that the weather in the abode is entirely different from the weather out in Teyvat. While it’s mainly sunny in the abode, Teyvat’s weather is unpredictable. The minute you stepped out of the abode, it was sunny! Or so you thought. As you continued to trek up the mountains in Liyue, the weather gradually got worse and worse. Your head was still hurting, and it was tough for you to walk further up the hill without feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Storm starts to roll in the minute you make it to the Geo statue of the seven located outside of Liyue Harbor. Once you stop to take a break, rain immediately starts pouring down around you, soaking you to the bone.

“Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.” You sighed, shoulders slumping as you looked around you to find a place to take shelter until the rain stopped.

Spotting a nearby cave, you immediately walk over to it while watching your steps. The grass around you was slippery; you almost slipped and slid down the hill. As rain continues to pour down around you and thunder booms from a distance, you finally reach the cave and stumble into it. You sat up against the wall and shivered as a massive gust of wind slapped you in the face.

“Looks like I’ll have to stay here for a while until the weather clears up.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, hoping to be able to warm yourself up. Alas, you have failed to do so. It was raining so hard that it was hard to look into the distance to see if there were anyone out there to help you get back to the harbor. Your headache continues as you lean your head up against the wall. You closed your eyes and soon drifted off to an uncomfortable nap.

You were woken up by someone shaking you and calling your name. You scrunched your face and groaned in response, hoping the person would stop shaking you once they heard that you were awake. But you were wrong because the person continued to shake you while lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and saw Aether and Paimon hovering above you; they looked almost terrified. Especially Paimon.

“Aether?” You croaked, wincing at the feeling of your dry and scratchy throat. Oh fuck. Did your “sickness” get worse? Were you even sick? Even if you weren’t ill before taking an uncomfortable nap, you sure are now.

“[Y/N]! Why are you out here by yourself?! You’re soaked!” Paimon exclaims; she looks stressed out.

“Where are the others?! Aren’t they usually with you?” Aether hollers over the sound of rain and thunder. You frowned at the mention of the fifteen men that you haven’t seen in who knows how long. You peeked behind Aether, only to see that the once gray skies were now pitch black. Damn. How long were you asleep? What day is it?

“They didn’t want me there anymore, so I left.” You coughed, wincing in pain when your throat tightened whenever you swallowed your saliva.

“You left?!”

“They didn’t want you there anymore!?”

Aether and Paimon glanced over at one another in disbelief; you nodded your head glumly with a slight pout on your face. Tears began to flood your eyes as you struggled to get up from the ground. Your knees immediately buckle beneath you; Aether quickly catches you in his arms and looks over at Paimon worriedly.

“You don’t look too well, [Y/N].” Paimon sighs sadly, pressing her tiny hand on your forehead. You winced at the feeling of her hand pressing against your forehead.

“I haven’t been feeling well lately, but I couldn’t decide on whether I was sick or if it was something else.” You whispered. Your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, threatening to close.

“Well, we need to get you back to the abode! You won’t be able to make it back to Liyue Harbor yourself.” Aether suggests. You shake your head stubbornly.

“Did you not hear what I just said? They didn’t want me to be there anymore. You might as well drop me off at Wangshu Inn instead.” You sniffled, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], but I can’t do that. Your safety means a lot to me and the others; I can’t have you stay at Wangshu Inn all alone while you’re running a fever.” Aether says, lifting you up bridal style.

Too exhausted to protest, you let Aether carry you off into the rain. You closed your eyes and leaned against his chest; your eyelids continued to feel heavier and heavier with each passing moment. Right before you could fall asleep in Aether’s arms, Aether nudges you lightly before placing you down on the ground. You looked at the little floating teapot and back at Aether and Paimon. They gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Please take care of yourself, [Y/N].” Paimon pleads, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Please keep in mind that they do care about you. Whoever said that they didn’t want you here is lying. They can’t stop thinking or talking about you whenever I run into either of them. You’re always the topic of conversations we have.” Aether says, giving you a light pat on your back.

You stared at the ground with a pout on your face. You sighed dramatically and nodded your head. “Alright, I’ll stay in the abode for now.” Paimon and Aether give you a look, one eyebrow cocked up. “And I will take care of myself.” You added; they nodded their heads in approval as they watched you go into the teapot before walking back to Liyue Harbor.

It was silent at the abode, not only because it was at night, but it was because the others were asleep. Or, at least that’s what you’re assuming. You opened the door to the mansion as quietly as you could, walking further into the mansion before taking your shoes off at the entrance of the estate. It was pitch black when you closed the door. You sighed to yourself as you started to creep up the stairs, mentally praying to yourself that the stairs wouldn’t make any noises as you were going up the stairs.

Once you have gotten up the stairs, you notice that every door has been opened. Your eyes widened in fear as you wished that everyone was asleep. Usually, they would sleep with their bedroom doors closed. Now, you weren’t so sure why they were sleeping with their doors opened. Were they trying to make sure that you got back to the abode? If so, you pray that they don’t wake up to see you in such conditions. You look like you got into a scuffle with abyss mages. You walk to your bedroom quickly and quietly before closing the door behind you.

You took a quick shower and changed into clean and dry clothes before collapsing onto your bed. You pulled the blanket over your body and closed your eyes, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. When morning came, everyone was downstairs eating breakfast. They seem a little livelier after seeing that your bedroom door was closed, letting them know that you were back in the abode, fast asleep.

“Is [Y/N] sleeping?” Thoma asks, setting down a plate of omelets in front of Venti. Diluc and Xiao nod their heads.

“I’m glad that [Y/N] is back. I couldn’t sleep last night at the thought of [Y/N] being out of the abode while it’s dark out.” Itto says, scarfing down his breakfast, ignoring the disgusted groans from Xiao and Scaramouche.

“Oh, please. You were knocked out.” Ayato snickers, ignoring the glare the oni shot his way as he continues to eat his breakfast.

“Should we wake them up with breakfast in bed? I’m not sure what time they returned to the abode, but I’m sure they’ll appreciate it if we brought breakfast up to their room.” Gorou says, bouncing in his seat with anticipation.

“I don’t know.” Diluc hesitates, pressing his lips together as he leans back in his seat.

“Shouldn’t we let [Y/N] sleep in a little longer? As Gorou said, we’re not sure what time [Y/N] returned to the abode. After all, we were all asleep then.” Kazuha comments, raising his eyebrows.

“While I agree with what you and Gorou are suggesting, I think we should bring them some breakfast to eat and check up on their health,” Zhongli says, lightly dabbing his lips with the cloth napkin.

“Oh, please. This is an excuse for you to see [Y/N] because you miss them.” Childe teases, poking Zhongli lightly on his cheeks with a teasing grin. Zhongli huffs in response, ignoring the look Childe was shooting in his direction. Childe’s grin widens at the sight of Zhongli blushing.

“You miss them too, Childe. You whine about wanting to see them more than Zhongli does.” Kaeya snorts, making Childe pout in response while muttering under his breath.

“Alright, it looks like we’re all bringing breakfast to [Y/N].” Venti giggles, getting up from his seat eagerly.

Just when Thoma thought the kitchen in the abode was huge, it suddenly felt cramped the minute fourteen other people crowded in the kitchen to decide on what to make for breakfast. They were arguing with one another over what you would like to wake up to and what you would want to eat in the morning. After discussing for who knows how long, they have all come to an agreement to make you an Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich with Dango milk on the side.

One by one, they all went up the stairs while Xiao was holding the breakfast sandwich and Scaramouche was holding the Dango milk.

Dainsleif knocks on your bedroom door lightly before cracking the bedroom door open. Dainsleif and Xiao peek their heads into your bedroom door before opening the door further. They all started to pile into your bedroom as you were still fast asleep on your bed.

“Who’s going to wake them up?” Xiao asks, looking around the room.

Dainsleif approached your bed and sat down beside your unconscious figure. He begins to shake you, “[Y/N] gently. Wake up; it’s time to eat breakfast.” Dainsleif murmurs. You didn’t respond; instead, you continued to sleep. Dainsleif furrows his eyebrows and shakes you once more to wake you up. Again, you didn’t move or open your eyes to see what was going on. You continued to sleep.

“[Y/N]?” Zhongli asks, stepping forward and crawls onto your bed. He takes your blanket off and pulls you into his arms, hoping the sudden movements would wake you up. Only, it didn’t wake you up at all. You remained unconscious in his arms.

“[Y/N]’s burning up.” Zhongli mutters, pressing his bare hand against your forehead.

Baizhu was immediately at your side, pressing his hand against your forehead. You were indeed burning up. They hear a small, weak whimper emitting from you. Your eyebrows were furrowing; you were starting to shake in Zhongli’s arms.

“What’s going on!?” Diluc demands, looking over at Baizhu.

“Perhaps they were sick after all and didn’t want to admit it. Their sickness must have gotten worse overnight.” Baizhu replies.

You let out a weak cough, letting in a shaky breath. You were still unconscious in Zhongli’s arms, beads of sweat forming at your hairline, letting out another small whimper. The color of your skin looked dull and almost gray. It was worrying.

“Tch. I knew it.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, ignoring the glares that Xiao and Itto shot in his direction.

“I’ll go get some medications,” Baizhu says. Before Baizhu could leave, Childe quickly grabbed him by the arms.

“If it’s just a sickness, then why aren’t they waking up?” Childe demands, crossing his arms over his chest, his jaws clenching.

“Yeah! If it’s just a sickness, then why are they not responding?” Itto interjects, approaching Baizhu and Childe.

“Uh, guys?” Gorou exclaims suddenly. Childe, Baizhu, and Itto look over at Gorou, only to see Gorou point at something, his face paled with fear. Slowly, one by one, they look in the direction where Gorou was pointing. Your nose was bleeding, blood was pouring from the corners of your lips, and blood was coming out from your eyes and your ears.

“That does not look like an illness to me,” Ayato mutters, his eyes wide with fear and concern.

Your body jolts with every weak cough you let out, your face pinching up with agony.

“Get the healers, immediately.” Diluc demands.

“What’s there to heal when we don’t know what’s going on!?” Kaeya exclaims.

While Diluc and Kaeya are arguing, Xiao looks over at Scaramouche. Scaramouche looked down at your almost lifeless body in fear. Xiao shakes his head, balling his hands up into fists. If Scaramouche hadn’t said those things to you yesterday, you wouldn’t have been in this situation. If Scaramouche didn’t tell you that he wanted you to leave Teyvat and return to your world, you wouldn’t be suffering.

“You said you wanted [Y/N] gone, right? Well, now you have it. [Y/N] is dying.” Xiao whispers to Scaramouche, glaring at the Harbinger.

Scaramouche looks over at Xiao, his teeth grinding together as he holds onto the bottle of Dango milk so tightly that it bursts in his hands. Everyone around them went silent. The only sound that occupied the silence was the sound of your weak cough and faint whimpers. They didn’t know what was happening, but they surely did not want you to return to your world or die. What was going on with you? Was this the secret that you were keeping away from them?

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What happens if a new villain comes to town and starts tearing shit up? Like a new rival shows up, falls in love with yuu, and kidnaps them before enacting a huge take over the city scheme, will the NRC and RSA finally come together for the same goal? Or would it lead to chaotic in-fighting in their individual attempts to rescue the reporter and save the city/stop this jerk face from showing them up only for yuu to break out just so they can knock them all upside the head?

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

“It’s so simple, love.” The villain coos, one hand cupping Yuu’s chin gently to tilt their face up, “Just accept my proposal, and we won’t need to have any nasty accidents where you and the tarmac down there have a...terminal disagreement.”

Yuu glances down at the drop from where they’ve been “tied” to the top of the skyscraper by the metal beams that the supervillain bent around their body like they were rubber. They think they can see a flock of pigeons flapping by below them. “That’s your idea of a threat? Really? Because I’ve heard worse over breakfast. Sorry, but I really don’t think we have the right chemistry to accept marriage to the likes of you.”

The villain pouts, leaning against the tip of the building as if they were a pair of people chatting on the streets far below, and not one hapless captive tied to an antenna and their captor floating with nary a second thought in midair. “Oh c’mon now love. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be—you know that I could do far better with your Daddy’s little league than any of those second-rate bozos crowding around you.”

The reporter’s gaze sharpens, the corner of their mouth curling up in a snarl. “Don’t. Refer to them. Like that. They’re each seven times the supervillain you are, at least. Besides, I’d rather be turned into pancake mix on the pavement than do anything that could advance that man’s little projects.”

The villain tuts, coiffed hair ruffled by the breeze as he leans in far closer than Yuu is comfortable with. “Don’t play hard to get, love. So you’ve got Daddy issues, who doesn’t? It’s no reason to get in the way of progress. Maybe you’ll change your mind if I show you exactly what I can offer...”

Yuu recoils as the villain’s tongue forces its way into their mouth when their lips collide with all the force of a car crash, an invasive writhing thing that makes them gag at how far it pushes in as the villain hums greedily at their taste.

And one that the reporter swiftly brings their teeth down on.

Hard.

“FUCK! Ugh—you foul little bitch!!”

The backhand jars the reporter’s skull even as they brace for it, cutting the inside of their mouth and leaving them worried that if they try spitting out the blood gathering there, they’ll lose a tooth along with it.

The villain huffs, one hand carding through his ruffled hair. His tongue is already whole and unblemished, the last indents of their teeth healing as the reporter watches. “I didn’t want to do this, you know. I would’ve gladly taken you to the altar, and had you screaming in our wedding bed. I could’ve made you happy, if you’d just do what you’re told.”

Yuu sneers. “Frankly, I can’t imagine anything more boring.”

They take cold comfort in the fury that burns in the supervillain’s eyes at that.

“Fine. Fine.” The villain floats away, his eyes glowing that same bright red that melted through the wall to Yuu’s bedroom when they were first taken. “I was prepared to do this the nice way. I wanted to do this the nice way. But if you’re going to be such a little bitch about it, then I can always rely on the old fashioned method of succession.”

The laser beams swipe through the block of abandoned offices four stories below where the reporter is tied up.

The top of the building wavers, then begins to crumble forwards.

The villain says something else, probably something mocking and challenging them to get out of this mess because that’s the kind of cliche line that’s always used here, but Yuu can’t hear him over the whistle of the wind in their ears and the scream torn from their throat as they plummet.

They try frantically tug their arms free as their legs are pulled upwards by gravity, try their damndest to squirm free, but it’s no use, they’re not The Prefect right now, don’t even have the fedora on them, they’re Yuu, just Yuu, just helpless reporter Yuu, who can’t break steel beams with their pathetic powerless normal person strength, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to die, oh Great Seven, they’re going to die—!

“KING'S ROAR!!!”

There’s a discombobulating moment of freefall as the metal and concrete around them disintegrates into sand.

Then a strong, wiry arm loops around their waist and they’re pinned to a carpet as their rapid descent gradually slows to a stop in midair.

“Need a lift?” They can’t see Snake Charmer’s eyebrows through the mask, but they get the feeling one of them is raised in a wry fashion as he smirks at them.

The reporter lets out a hysterical, shaky laugh that only narrowly escapes becoming a sob, trembling hands seizing onto the two supervillains like they’re lifelines. “Wh-what took y-you so long? Did you ge-get held up in traffic?”

King grumbles, flicking their temple gently as Water Boy laughs gleefully from where he’s steering the carpet. “You could show a little more gratitude, herbivore. Do you know how hard it was to evade all the goody-two-shoes on the way here to save your ass?”

Yuu’s about to reply, when they catch a movement above them out of the corner of their eye.

“INCOMING!!”

Water Boy jerks the flying carpet to the side just in time for the villain to plunge past them fist-first, close enough to see his teeth bared in a furious snarl.

“DRIVE!!” Snake Charmer screams at his lieutenant above the rushing wind as the villain rises back up to try his luck again. Water Boy presses the corners of the carpet forwards and they go into a rollercoaster dive that makes the reporter’s stomach roil in protest.

King unleashes his powers on the two buildings behind them, disintegrating the foundations in hopes that the tonnes of concrete and rebar would be enough to slow the flying brick chasing them. The villain just bursts through the obstacles with nary a broken sweat, and speeds up to the point where Water Boy has to turn the carpet upside down so they don’t get knocked out of the sky.

“Where the fuck is that computer junkie?!?” King yells at Snake Charmer as they draw dangerously close to the road below. “He was supposed to be here hours ago!!”

“How am I supposed to know?!” They can hear Snake Charmer’s heartbeat hammer in his chest from where he’s pinning them to the vehicle in the absence of a seatbelt. “It was the conman who was meant to give him the si—”

Yuu can barely scream a warning in time as the villain looms behind Leona’s head, eyes glowing red and ready.

A rush of flying metal harpies collide with the bastard’s face, effectively pinning him in midair as he struggles to destroy the thousands-strong swarm that obstructs his path to them.

“OPEN FIRE!!” Comes Hermes’ high-pitched cry as a blue beam shoots past them at the center of the robotic maelstrom.

A pair of red lasers rocket out to meet it, almost seeming as though it could push Ortho’s assault back—!

A white-hot streak of lightening descends from the formerly clear sky to where the villain was pinned, disrupting the red eye lasers and allowing Hermes’ beam to make contact.

There’s a hideous scream and the stench of burnt meat.

“We’re coming in too fast!!” Water Boy yells, tugging on the carpet’s tassels until they’re almost vertical. “Ja—I, I don’t know if we’ll slow down in time!!”

Yuu barely hears the curses the other two occupants spit, lunging to try and cover as much of them as they can with their body. Even if they crash, if Yuu can just absorb most of the shock of the landing—!

Small pinpricks of pain latch onto their scalp, their pajamas, the carpet and supervillains beneath them, hundreds of small beating appendages smacking them all in the face as the carpet’s rapid descent slows incrementally.

“Oh boys~?”

Four sets of strong hands seize the front of the carpet, their owners grunting as they attempt to force the carpet’s stop through sheer force. Of course, the continued existence of Newton’s Third Law combined with the reporter’s precarious shielding position means that though the carpet experiences sudden stop, Yuu keeps going at the same high speed that will ensure serious injury once they hit the tarmac.

Or it would do, if they didn’t collide with a solid chest and waiting pair of arms first.

The reporter finds themselves cradled in a nearly crushing grip, their catcher muttering “child of man, child of man,” into the top of their head and a warm thumb swipes over the rapidly darkening bruise on their cheek. The wind picks up around them alarmingly, whipping into a gale.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Yuu reaches up to pat Tsunotaro’s head soothingly. “See? Just a few scrapes and a little scare. Give me an ice pack and a shower and I’ll be right as rain.”

Tsunotaro doesn’t look very convinced, but at least the wind drops to more of a strong breeze.

“Oi, let ‘em down, you dumb lizard.” King growls behind the reporter, the rings on his tail clattering as it swishes irritably. “We did all the work of saving them, you don’t get to take the rewards.”

Tsunotaro clutches them closer, getting that stubborn look in his eyes that makes Yuu want to groan in exasperation. “No.”

“Why you—!”

“Now, now children, the world works in mysterious ways.” Batman beams. “I’ve always found destiny draws those it finds most suitable together.”

The reporter rolls their eyes as King snarls in response to that remark and Snake Charmer mutters, “I didn’t know ‘destiny’ was what you called interfering old fools.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Snake Charmer climbs off the carpet and straightens his headscarf. “What’s next?”

There’s a crash as the mass of robots pinning the singed villain about three blocks down the street begins to shift, however unwillingly.

“‘Kay, the ‘save the princess’ team barely cleared the parameters for their part of the mission.” Charon’s floating tablet drifts forward, the sounds of frantic tapping on a keyboard almost drowning out his voice. “Now it’s time for the ‘aggro’ and ‘debuff’ teams to move in, Tsuntaro-sshi, Royal-sshi.”

“Understood. I’ll leave the coordinating of the others to you, Charon.” Royal Flush looks up and raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the tall fae. “Well? Are you coming?”

Yuu could almost swear they hear a small grumble as Tsunotaro finally lets them down out of his grasp. He runs his thumb over their injured cheek one last time. “Sebek, Silver. Defend the reporter as you would me.”

“Yes, Tsunotaro-sama!” The two of them chorus.

Royal Flush shakes his head, then reaches out and squeezes Yuu’s hand once. “If anything happens, Three of Clovers and Howl-san will get you somewhere safe. But this shouldn’t take long.”

“Oi, don’t presume to give orders to my minion, Flush.” King growls, inserting himself bodily between the two of them. His mouth curls up in a smirk as he places a proprietary hand on top of their head. “Besides, I’ll be here, won’t I?”

Royal Flush and Tsunotaro narrow their eyes at him, but their attention is claimed by the sound of metal crashing down the street as the villain shrugs off the rubble, the burns on his arms and face healing rapidly as they watch. His eyes flicker over their motley group, before settling on Yuu with laser-precision.

It’s only the arrow that flies into his shoulder, combined with a second lightening bolt striking him from the blue that keeps that metaphor from becoming literal.

Yuu chokes a little at the pressure on their pajama shirt collar as they’re dragged out of the line of fire. From where they’re crouched behind a car, they can see Tsunotaro and Hermes throwing almost everything he’s got as the bastard, while Royal tries to close the distance without ending up attacked himself. They also catch a glimpse of who they think is Leviathan silently gliding closer through the alleys on the far side of the street.

But the villain just won’t stop getting back up. Despite the fact that anyone sane would’ve given up the moment the green flames were broken out, he keeps coming, no matter how many times he gets thrown back.

And he’s clearly getting closer to the reporter he so desperately wants to kill.

“Now what?” Yuu asks, barely able to hear themselves think over the worried growl rumbling from Jack’s chest.

Charon’s muttering to himself as more of his robots fly by overhead. “Need to pin down the rate of regen, if we can get that and surpass it so the ‘debuff’ team can do their thing before the second wave gets here, but what is it?”

The reporter blinks. Well, taking into account the insult, and the backhand...

“He was able to heal his tongue about...four, maybe five seconds after I’d bitten through it? That’s only a rough estimate though, it may’ve been shorter.” They murmur.

The area around them goes very quiet.

“B-bitten through...?” Water Boy asks, hand coming up to his own mouth with a wince.

Yuu scowls. “That creep put it in my mouth when I did not ask him to. Ugh, I would’ve gone for his balls too, but the metal didn’t let me lift my legs that far.”

They huff for a moment at the unfairness of it. Then, “King, stop grinning at me like that.”

“Like what herbivore?” His tone is the picture of innocence, even if the way he’s eying them is most decidedly not.

Snake Charmer ‘accidentally’ kicks him in the shin as the sound of frantic typing erupts from the tablet again. “Setting the Erinyes to follow up on Ortho’s and Tsunotaro-sshi’s attacks within a three point five second time frame...fwe he he he, let’s see how that mob likes this!”

With the clack of what sounds like an enter key, the robots above them begin divebombing the villain in sequence, deliberately targeting the parts of him injured by Tsunotaro and Hermes’ blows.

One of them sacrifices itself in a kamikaze dive that leaves a bleeding scratch on his arm.

The villain roars, the force of his fury almost knocking them over even with how far away their little group is crouched, turning the lasers on every robot within his line of sight.

Of course, this means he stops paying attention to the three supervillains who have been steadily making their way towards him.

“FAIREST ONE OF ALL!”

“IT’S A DEAL!”

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

The powers hit the villain one after another, his lasers sputtering out with a pained scream. The scratch on his arm doesn’t start healing. Neither does the gash he gets across his face when Poison Queen roundhouse kicks him away with those stilettos of his.

“Was that it?” Leviathan says, his careless facade somewhat ruined by the fact that he wobbles as he begins to levitate. “I must confess I don’t understand what all the tr-trouble was.”

A low whistle by their ear makes Yuu jump. “The bosses can be scary when they wanna be. Remind me never to piss off those three at once.”

The reporter look up to see Ace and Floyd standing behind them. “Ace, wha—where have you been?!”

Floyd giggles and Ace shoots them an evil grin as they chorus, “Sending out party invites~”

Yuu blinks and tries to puzzle out this cryptic phrase, but their attention is swiftly drawn back to the scene of the battle at the sound of manic, unhinged laughter.

“You think you’ve won? You think something like this will stop me?!” The villain cackles, eyes wild and beginning to grow red again despite the way his body tenses and the collar around his neck starts to buckle. “You think that second-rate half-hearted hacks like you can stop someone like me?!? I am your superior!! You all will bend the knee once I snap that ungrateful little bitch’s neck and take my rightful place as head of the League!!! I’ll decimate every last one of those pathetic, moronic heroes who pollute this city like a fungus!! And then, oh , and then I’ll make every last one of you who thought they could get away with this pitiable attempt to stop me—”

“Us? Here to stop you?” Poison Queen tilts his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re supervillains.”

“Stopping the likes of you.” Leviathan proclaims triumphantly, “Is their job.”

The villain stops.

The villain turns.

Over half the top heroes of the Royal Sword Association lead here by the minions meet his gaze.

“Hello.” Niko Niko Neko says with a wide grin.

Yuu isn’t close enough to hear if the villain whimpers, but they almost wish they were.

Almost.

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like-rain-or-confetti · 3 years

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That Night. (Alec Volturi x Reader)

You had screamed. Before Alec could say anything to you said the words that had changed everything. "I can't take this! I have to leave! I have to get out!" Alec froze in his tracks "You're... abandoning us? Me?" You stepped back, tearing at your own hair as sobs wracked your body. Alec stepped closer, hoping his words would make you see reason, make you come to him. "You're breaking my heart." Instead, your response brought him to a blind rage. "You don't have one! You clearly don't!" It reminded him of how everyone else treated him and his sister, as a vampire and as a human. Everyone had that perception and whilst he learned to numb any emotion towards it, you had been the exception. He couldn't handle the idea of you thinking of him like that. He loved you too much. So before he knew it, he was storming up to you and you screamed again before you took off running. This only made matters worse.

"Alec, how can I help you?" Carlisle's voice could he heard on the other side of the phone. "Carlisle, I was hoping I could speak to you. You're a doctor and deal with humans all the time. You see, (Y/N) interrupted our feeding. I'm concerned that it's done something to them." Carlisle paused. "Were they physically harmed?" He asked and Alec scowled. "Of course not. We got into an argument but made amends, they went to bed. Although I can't help but worry regardless." "I understand. Do they feel as though they are in any danger? Are they behaving differently?" Carlisle asked. "No. They seem to be fine. They slept soundly that night. It's just...they won't eat, they've lost their appetite. I'm just concerned it'll get worse." "Keep an eye on them, if it doesn't clear up, I encourage you to contact me immediately." "But I don't understand what's happening, how will I know what's normal and what is a warning sign?" Alec asked. "Why are they absolutely fine but can't eat?" "The mind is a very powerful thing, Alec. It can create defenses to shield itself from trauma. Manipulate physiological functions to protect itself. It can alter many things, sleeping, talking, smells, tastes, dreams, perception memories. Whether it be physical or mental, you're mind can alter almost any interaction to protect itself. It can be because of the things we fear or the things we can't imagine. Start slow, make sure they drink water throughout the day, gradually build up on the food. Their appetite will be back. They just need time. Although if you feel it's been too long, then contact me. I'll do my best to help." Alec didn’t think it necessary to give much more detail than that.

You stood by the window, arms crossed when Alec had returned. Alec immediately removed his cloak. As he moved to hang it upon his desk chair, he noticed the untouched water on the desk. "I thought I told you to drink that." Alec frowned. "You know it's important." You turned your head to look at him. "Sorry." You sighed. "I forgot about it." You immediately moved from the window. You grabbed the glass and took large gulps. You put it down once you drank half of it. You raised it to Alec, showing him before putting it back down. Alec smiled slightly as he straightened his cloak before putting his hands upon your waist. "Thank you, sweet-face." He kissed your forehead.

"A-A-" You couldn't breathe slow enough to say his name. Alec pulled you to him. "O-Ow." Alec rocked you. His clasped his hand over the back of your head, just under your cranium. He softly hushed you as you clung to him. He let his mist trickle into your head from his hand until it travelled down your whole body. "It's okay. Let me take the pain away.” Demetri burst through the door and his eyes widened in horror at the scene. "I didn't mean to." Alec said quietly. "I was angry and pushed them too hard. They- they hit their head." Demetri took a step closer, eyes wide as he stared the two of you down in shock. "I need to take them back to my room." Alec said. Demetri was about to protest but Alec insisted. "I can help them! I'm fine, I've fed!" Wordlessly, Demetri watched as Alec picked you up. "Does anything hurt?" Alec asked you, looking towards the shoulder your injured head lay on. "No." Alec heard the quiet, soft reply. Without delay, he took you back to his room.

Alec was in the kitchen when you walked in, seemingly he had been the one you were looking for. "Hey." You said quietly, leaning on the counter next to the barstool Alec sat on. Alec smiled slightly at you pushing the newspaper away. "Hello, sweet-face." He said softly. "I've been looking for you." You said softly. "Lucky guess to choose the kitchen." He smirked and you smiled in amusement. "Can I talk to you?" You asked. "Of course you can, sweet-face." He replied quieter, leaning closer to you. "It's just...I've been thinking about the other night." Alec's smiled faded away but you continued. "I said some really bad things but I was just trying to remember the rest, like hitting my head. I don't remember doing that. It's hazy." "There is an endless number of things I wish to forget." Alec retorted. "You hitting your head is definitely one of them." You nodded but he noticed the small wince at your head movement. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly. "A little." You replied, raising a hand to the back of your head. Your eyes widened as you lulled back sharply. Alec stood immediately upon seeing your hand painted with red. "You're bleeding again." Alec reached for a clean towel before putting it to the back of your head. "Should I be? Is that...normal?" You asked. Alec cracked a smile. "How would I know? I'm a vampire well over a thousand years old who doesn't bleed." You couldn't help but smile back. Alec looked over your shoulder, his smile vanished, as he heard loud stomping.

Within seconds Felix burst in. "They're stinking up the whole castle!" Felix said with agitation. "Don't speak about them like that. Don't you ever speak like that about them ever again." Alec growled. "Don't speak about them like they aren't here!" Alec spat. "Alec, leave it." You chimed in but Felix continued. "That's the problem, Alec! They are here." Felix growled. "Felix, let it go." Demetri sighed, he had followed behind his friend. Felix scoffed and stormed off.

None of the vampires would bother to even look at you. Truth be told, you had said some things, hurtful things about the guards. Given that they were able to hear it for themselves. It wasn't much of a secret. Nor was the fact that they were very upset with you about it. So much so, they all gave you the silent treatment of all things they could have done. Then again, it made sense, given they couldn't hurt you. Not whilst Alec was around. You shook your head at Alec with soft eyes. As always you were trying to be understanding and whilst you seemed to tolerate it- Alec could not. "They're angry. Let them be." You said quietly and Alec shook his head with an impatient sigh.

Alec sat you in the bathtub, not willing to risk you sitting up upon the counter. He moved behind you and carefully pulled any clothing and hair aside. Alec took a better look at the injury, trying to ignore the smell of your fresh blood. Relief flooded through him. It wasn't bad at all. It had looked worse than it was. It wasn't very deep or large. "It's okay, sweet-face." Alec breathed a smile of relief. "It just bled more than you'd think. It's just under your head." "Really? It's-its not bad?" You said in disbelief yet relieved none the less. "It's alright." Alec nodded with a smile. "We just need to keep it compressed, I'm certain that it'll stop bleeding soon."

Alec held a towel to the back of your head as you both sat in bed. There was a knock after a while. It was Demetri, his eyes ran over the pair of you before he spoke. "I've informed our masters about tonight's events so that they won't be expecting you for a while." Alec nodded. "Thank you." Demetri stared once more and Alec noticed. "Demetri, they didn't mean what they said." Demetri's eyes flickered to Alec. He said nothing, simply turning and closing the door behind him. "He's angry with me." You said quietly. Alec looked back at you. "Ignore him or anyone else. I'll deal with their issues if I must." "Are you angry with me?" You looked at him, remorse written all over your face. "No, sweet-face. After that, I don't think I could be angry with you even if I wanted to be." "I didn't mean it." You said weakly. "I know." He assured you, before pressing a light kiss to your lips. Alec decided he would call Carlisle about the event and the effects it could have had on you by witnessing him feeding. After all, you refused to eat anything.

Barely a day later, it happened again. You barely got out of the way whilst Jane strode into the room without any regard that she nearly knocked you over. "Jane!" Alec scolded with a frown. "What?" She asked incredulously. Alec sighed impatiently. "Forget it." "I was going to ask if you wanted some company later considering that we are both off duty in the afternoon." Jane eyed her twin. "That would be nice, sister." Alec replied. Jane looked like she wanted to say something else but decided against it and left just as quickly as she had entered. You moved towards Alec's side as he sighed. "I don't know why they can't forgive you as I have." He huffed. "That's not how it works Alec. That night...I said horrible things. I hurt their feelings." You replied. "So trample you every given opportunity?" Alec shot back harshly. "Alec!" You pleaded. "Give them time. We needed time too." "Thirty minutes." Alec replied. "You know me better than any of them. It'd be concerning if you were upset with me longer than they were." Alec sighed again. "I don't like them doing this to you. I know how that feels to have everyone against you." You put your hand on top of his. "Everyone isn't against me...I have you." You smiled slightly before kissing his cheek.

Alec found his sister walking down the same corridor that he was, walking towards him. "I've been looking for you." She said simply. "As have I sister." Alec replied. The twins couldn't meet earlier, their situation had changed, for Jane anyway. Alec hadn't been on duty since the accident. Seemingly all it took was one look into his mind by Aro and Aro's decision was made. He was off duty until further notice. Alec didn't complain, he got to spend more time with you. Although he did miss his sister dearly. "Would you like to go to my room this time seeing as we went to yours the last time?" Alec offered. Jane paused, a grimace rushing across her face quickly before it returned to her normal stoic expression. "No, let's go to mine again." Alec internally sighed to himself. He expected no less. Jane didn't want to go to his room because you were there and she, like the others, wanted nothing to do with you at this time. Even your apologies have went ignored. However Alec didn't make any fuss. Despite his patience wearing thin.

A few days later, Alec was about to open the door to his room when Jane walked up to him, calling his name. Alec turned. "The permanent guards are spending time together, will you join?" Alec thought momentarily. "Can (Y/N) come?" Jane hesitated, just like the others did. At first it was odd to Alec but now seeing it and their treatment towards you, it only made him angrier. "I don't think that's a good idea." There was a second long pause. "Besides, it's just the permanent guards, (Y/N) isn't." "Then no." Alec said gruffly. "No? Why not?" Jane asked as she took a step closer. "Because I am sick of all of you treating (Y/N) the way you have. So why the hell would I want to spend another moment with any of you?" Jane looked taken aback by how cold Alec's voice had turned. "Alec?" "I've been nothing but patient with you all. Nice, even, by (Y/N)'s request but you all just keep pushing and I'm sick of it." Demetri turned the corner from behind Jane. "Jane, you asked your brother right? You're not supposed to pick a fight with him." He joked. Jane ignored him. "What are you-?" Alec cut her off. "You've been doing this for days now!" Alec ranted. "Ignoring (Y/N) left, right and centre-" "Alec-" Demetri tried but Alec continued. "They apologised and they'd never treat any of you like this!" "Alec-" Demetri tried again but Alec was far from done. "And you!" Alec turned his gaze to his sister. "You know what we went through! You'd treat my mate that exact same way!?" "Alec-!" Demetri tried louder, exasperated. "Even if they were angry at you, they would never pretend you didn't exist and blatantly ignore any of you! To tell them you want them gone!? Even now they're being understanding-" "Alec, you're confused!" Demetri said loudly and finally Alec seemed to hear him. "What?" He asked incredulously. Alec noted the look of alarm upon his sister's face as well as a very concerned Demetri. "Alec, I need you to listen to me." Demetri began. "I know you've been through a lot given everything that happened-" "What!?" Alec snapped. "I'm fine! We figured it out! It's you that's the problem!" "Alec, I know you're struggling after what happened that night but you need to face that (Y/N) is gone!" Alec was stunned into silence. "It was awful and it was sad and we are so very sorry, Alec, but you can't keep them in your room and you can't pretend this never happened." Alec wanted to scream at him, demand to know what he was talking about. Instead nothing fell from his lips even as his mind began to race. He went straight into his room. Once he was in he was hit with the smell of rotting. It was overwhelming as soon as he opened the door. You were in bed, lying with your back to him.

"Don't even try to run! You know you can't outrun me!" Rang out through the castle. "Get back here!" Alec screamed. There was a loud clang behind you and you screeched. You staggered back as you turned to be faced with a furious Alec. He had followed you into an old cloak room that had since been used for storage...hundreds of years ago. "Stay away from me!" You screamed. "I told you to stay in my room! Come to me now!" He demanded. "Y-You're a monster! You all are! You rob innocent people of their lives for your own personal gain! You're vile! Disgusting! You should be dead! You should all be dead!" Alec lunged and you screamed again. "Stop it!" He growled before a snarl ripped through him. He took hold of your wrists hard. "W-What are you going to kill me? T-That's what you do best right? Or are you going to hurt me first!? That's how you like it right?" "Hurt you!?" Alec screamed. You felt the bones in your arms begin to crumble. "I would never hurt you! How dare you think I ever could!" He pushed you back. Alec froze in place, looking upon your covered form in his bed. "The mind is a very powerful thing, Alec. It can create defenses to shield itself from trauma..." Carlisle's words, days prior, rushed through his head. "...It can alter many things, sleeping, talking, smells, tastes, dreams, perception memories." The words plagued him. They were unsettling to say the very least. Now more than ever. They triggered an image in Alec's mind. Where you had been crying and Alec- he had roughly pushed you and you staggered back against the wall before freezing, eyes wide. He stared at you, surprised at the new scent in the air and how frightening your eyes were. "It can be because of the things we fear or the things we can't imagine." Alec called your name but you didn't move. Alec gripped your arms, to get you to focus on him. However squelching sound made him freeze. Slowly you began to slide down the wall, leaving a stain of red as you did so. The image suddenly changed, Alec had you cradled in his arms as he screamed. Then again, he had carried you to bed. You were asleep. That's what he had told himself. He recalled you apologising for menstruation leak you had in his bed one morning. He told you not to worry. It happens sometimes. Although now, he noticed how it had been where your back and head would have been, on the sheets and the pillows. Your body that lay there every night wasn't resting, instead it had been decaying. That empty wide eyed gaze...Alec didn't think he could ever forget it. All of his anger washed away in a moment. Something was very wrong. Your scent was even more potent, warmer even. He took your wrists, pulling you from the wall. There was a sickening squelch that stopped him in his tracks. "(Y/N)?" Slowly you slid down the wall, leaving a track of red down the wall. He looked at the spot upon the wall your head had previously been. There, upon the wall was an old clothes hook, now covered in blood. He screamed, holding you to him. You didn't breathe, you didn't move. Your heart stopped the moment he had pulled you off the hook. Demetri burst into the room to see Alec cradling your body. No...no that couldn't have been right. You were fine. You were with him now. Why would he ever lay a finger on you? Sure, you had horrible things but he didn't hurt you too badly. You didn't die that night.

It was a truly awful thought. Alec wanted rid of it immediately. Although he felt hands wrap around him and a familiar scent that he had so desperately needed in that moment. He raised a hand to the arm around him, looking over his shoulder to see you smiling at him. "Are you okay?" You asked lightly. "...Are you okay?" He shot back and your smile grew. "I am now." He looked back towards the bed, the horrific scene before him was gone and Alec breathed a sigh of relief and a small but pained smile. His eyes black as they had been since the accident.

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annaraejackson · 3 years

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You Have Something In Your Teeth

Pairing: Connor Stoll x gn!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of battle, injury, blood, embarrassment

Words: 2,400

Summery: Connor is crushing on Y/N and saved them during the Battle of Manhattan, and Y/N goes to find Connor when they get back to camp to say thank you but it goes wrong for Connor

It was the Battle of Manhattan, and all of Camp Half-Blood was fighting to the best of their abilities. You stood alongside your peers, the friends you have come to know over the past few years, fighting bravely against the hordes of monsters that stood in front of you. Sleeping mortals littered the area around you, even though you and your friends had done your best to move most of them to safety. There had just been too many mortals in the city of Manhattan for that to be done.

You fought, holding your weapon tightly in your hands, stopping for a moment to catch your breath. Your hair stuck to your forehead underneath your helmet, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down your face, your back soaked. You desperately wanted to sit down, just to breathe for a moment until you gathered even a third of your strength back to rejoin the fight. You noticed a group of telekhines making their way down a side alley that nobody had been covering, a large oversight in your opinion, and you took off running for them. You knew that if they made it through the alley they would be able to make their way to the Empire State Building, and even more importantly, Olympus.

“Hey! Flipper! Over here!” You shout, grabbing a stray shoe that was in the alleyway and throwing it, managing to hit one of the telekhines in the back of the head with and holding your sword in hand, glaring down at the seal-like monsters. “And where do you think you’re going?!” You sneer, standing tall through your exhaustion.

The monsters turned and glared at you, all of them baring their ugly teeth as growls sounded from their chests. “We are going to take over Olympus-” the middle telekhine said, “-and we are going to pave the way for Kronos to destroy the Olympians and take his rightful spot on the throne!”

The telekhines charged at you, and you instinctively raised your shield and charged back at them, holding your shield out to block their initial attack before swinging your sword around, lunging at the telekhine on the right, but making sure to keep an eye on the other two seal monsters. You had faced much worse than them during your time at camp, but you knew these particular monsters could be slippery.

If you somehow managed to let even one of them get away and to Olympus, that could potentially spell disaster for your injured friends that were being kept at the home of the gods.

You focused intently on your mission, your body begging for rest but your mind fighting through it. There was no way in Hades you were going to just give in now—not when your camp needed you most. Soon, the three telekhines that had been in front of you were just a gold dust on the ground of the alleyway, your breath heavy as you gripped your sword and shield in hand.

The battle behind you continued to wage on, and as you began to turn around you felt an intense dull pain in your side, and for a moment you thought you had gotten punched. You looked down, seeing a gaping wound in your side which spilled out blood, your nerves finally catching up to you as you felt the sharp pain. Within seconds, you let out a scream as you looked up with wide eyes, seeing a fourth telekhine that had come up behind you, one that you hadn’t even known had been following.

“Nothing can stop us.” The telekhine sneered at you, it’s teeth bared as it watched your every move. You placed one of your hands up against the nearby dumpster in an attempt to steady your already weak body while the other gripped your side, a sad attempt to hold back the blood loss, your knees giving out and causing you to collapse. You looked up at the nearly 7-foot-tall creature, which held it’s sword—glistening red with your blood—high above you, ready to strike down its final blow.

“Wanna bet?” A voice behind the telekhine said, and then suddenly a point showed through the creature's neck, it’s ugly eyes wide in surprise before it burst into dust, revealing Connor Stoll behind it, his chest heaving as he gulped in large breaths of air.

He wasn’t wearing a helmet, so his curly hair hung in his eyes and was sticking to his face and neck due to how much he was sweating, his arms glistening as he gripped his sword double-handed and his feet spread apart ever so slightly to help aid him in his balance. Normally, you never saw Connor without a grin on his face, laughing at some joke or pulling some prank, but today he looked almost terrifying. His lips pressed into a hard line, his face showing no emotion, and his eyes showing nothing but a sheer determination.

In a sick way, he reminded you of his brother, Luke. And you were suddenly very thankful that he was on your side.

As Connor studied you, his expression softened and he placed his sword back in the sheath, taking a few large steps over to you before he knelt down. “How badly are you hurt?” You didn’t say a word, knowing that if you did, you likely wouldn’t even make sense, moving your hand so he could see the wound. The edges of your vision began to blur, and you fell forward.

Connor managed to catch you, holding you in his arms. “Hey- Hey it’s okay! Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” Connor looked up and around, trying to think of what to do before he suddenly got an idea. “I’ll be right back- please don’t die while I’m gone.” He said, gently laying you down before he disappeared.

Wow, you thought, he truly has a way with people.

You managed to follow his request and not die, but you did lose consciousness.

You woke up some time later on Olympus, and spoke with Will Solace about what had happened. He explained to you that Connor Stoll had brought you to Olympus himself, but how he hadn’t been able to stay for very long since his troops needed his help. You had wanted to go find him and help in the battle more, but Will wasn’t sure you were healed up enough to rejoin the fight.

However, luckily it seemed like you weren’t needed in the fight after all. The war was won, and soon all the demigods were taken home, the most injured first, and then as many as possible. The rest of the day went by in a blur, although you scanned all the demigods you saw to see if you could track down Connor, however it seems like you just didn’t have the luck.

Once you were allowed to get up and leave the infirmary, you decided to start on your mission to find Connor to talk to him, going up to anyone you could find to ask if they knew where he was. One person said they had seen him at the Big House, but you didn’t see him there. Another said the camp store- again, out of luck. Finally, you just decided to check out his cabin to see if he was there.

You went up to the large building and knocked on the door, and you heard Connor inside talking with someone, likely Travis. “Connor?” You called, and suddenly the room went quiet. You heard what sounded like muffled arguing, and then the door swung open.

“Hey, Y/N! What do I owe the pleasure?” Connor asked, leaning against the doorframe as he looked at you, his hair disheveled so you figured he hadn’t been in the cabin for too long before you showed up.

“Hey, Connor. I just wanted to stop by and tell you thanks for saving me back there… if it wasn’t for you I don’t think I would have made it.” You said sincerely, kicking your foot back and forth as you looked at him, about to continue when you noticed his mouth was turning… black? You glanced behind Connor’s shoulder and saw Travis who looked to be biting back a laugh, rubbing his face.

“Oh you don’t have to thank me- if it wasn’t for Cecil then Will wouldn’t have been able to meet us halfway to give you ambrosia and nectar, which was what saved you for us to get you to Olympus and really patched up.” Connor said, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted side to side awkwardly, but you still couldn’t help but glance down at his mouth which was, gradually, turning a darker shade of black.

“But I do have to thank you, that telekhine would have killed me if it wasn’t for you and your quick action… I really owe you one.” You said, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Dear gods, you had wanted to give this guy a heartfelt thank you but now you were having to force yourself not to laugh. Be serious, Y/N.

Connor’s face turned a shade of pink and he looked down at the ground between his feet, in embarrassment. “Well, I’m just glad I could help you in time. I had seen you head towards the alley and thought you could use some backup, especially when I saw the telekhine stab you…” Connor’s voice trailed off as he thought back to that day, and you bit your lip.

Neither of you spoke for a brief moment, and you figured you should get out of there before you burst out laughing from seeing how black his mouth was again. “I should go, I gotta help with some after war stuff… I’ll see you around.” You said, giving Connor a smile before you began to turn around, but then you thought that maybe you should tell him about what was going on, so you turned again to face him. “Hey, Connor?”

Connor perked up a bit, looking hopeful. “Yeah?”

You paused, then chuckled. “You have something in your teeth.” His face fell, and Travis started laughing as you smiled at him, waving before turning to head off and do what you needed to do.

CONNOR’S POV

~~A Few Minutes Earlier~~

Travis and I had just gotten back from going to the Big House to check out the attic, examining our loot before we went to put it away. “So, what are we going to do now?” I asked him, laying back on my bunk and closing my eyes, wanting to rest after the past few days stress, making a face when I felt something hit my face so I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“We are going to try to raid some of the other cabins. Right now would be the best time to-”

At the front of the cabin, there was a knock on the door, so we both immediately stopped talking, hoping that whoever was at the door hadn’t heard what we were talking about. “Connor?” It was Y/N, and immediately I sat up and began to panic.

What did they want? They don’t sound upset. Then suddenly I realized something: my breath probably stank. I had been so busy these past few days rushing around trying to make sure everyone around me was safe and taken care of that I hadn’t had the time to brush my teeth since at least a couple days before. Yeah yeah, gross, but when you’re in a war you kind of just do what you have to do. “Dude, give me some gum.”

“What?”

“I know you keep gum on you, give me some gum.” I said, reaching over and patting his pockets, trying to find which pocket he kept his gum in. Travis had a weird fixation on gum, so he almost always had some on him and when I needed some I usually just took from him.

“Get your own!” Travis said, trying to shove my hands away, although it was too late, I had already grabbed the box and pulled out a piece. “Connor seriously I don’t think-” I popped the stick of gum in my mouth, and Travis let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine, okay.”

I took a moment to chew the gum, then I went over to the door and opened it. The interaction was pretty short, and honestly it touched me. I had been worried about them ever since I found them in that alleyway, and I was glad that they came over to find me. I was actually thinking of calling out to them to ask if they wanted to see a movie with me sometime or something when…

“You have something in your teeth.” My heart absolutely dropped. Did I have some food or something in my teeth? Travis started laughing from behind me, and Y/N turned around and headed off, so I immediately turned and bolted over to one of my sister's bunks, digging around in it to find her mirror that she used for when she did make up. Once I found the mirror and held it up, I screamed.

My entire mouth was black. Oh. My. Holy. Hermes’. Headphones. My lips were stained a dark grey, not quite black but almost there, and my teeth were black as was the entire inside of my mouth.

I spun around, glaring at Travis who was holding his stomach, doubled over from laughter. “I told-” He wheezed, “I told you to stop taking-” he wheezed again, nearly falling over this time.

“It’s. Not. Funny.” I huffed, going to spit the chewed up gum in the trash can, the wad of gum pitch black as well as the spit that came with it. “That is so embarrassing, oh my gods. I was gonna ask them out, Travis!” I said, grabbing one of the pillows off the ground and throwing it at him, but he caught it easily.

That only seemed to renew the sense of hilarity my brother was feeling, because he started laughing all over again. “Maybe this will teach you to stop taking my gum!” He laughed, throwing the pillow back at me before he left, and I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, following him out and going to the bathhouses to brush my teeth.

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s1st3r · 3 years

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Soo... how would the Bad Batch react to a S/O that has a very snarky/dry sense of humor? Just always cracking jokes and finding humor in everything? (Love ur content btw <3)

Thank you for your request!!! And THANK YOU IM GLAD U LIKEY!!!!

Ok I have seen this but knew it would take me hours to write so I was waiting for the write moment! (get it? write = right? teehee) talk about a terribly dry sense of humour my goodness.

How Would The Bad Batch React to a Snarky/Witty/Dry Sense of Humour Significant Other (s/o)

Factz: Not even kidding, I feel like the boys would kill for a hella sassy partner in crime.

Hunter

Oh my gosh they are literally best friends!!! They speak in a very similar style to each other.

Hunter expects a little bit of snark from Cross, sarcasm from Echo, and quips from Tech, but when his s/o just dishes his dry humour right back at him the first time they meet, he's like "Why was that so... hot???"

So from then on, most of the dialogue exchanged between the two of them are like super sassy comments and witty replies, until it unintentionally gradually morphs into really heavy flirting. They get so into teasing each other, the whole batch can feel the tension in the air.

Of course both are oblivious of this for the longest time.

But when eventually they do figure it out and get together, the whole batch sigh in relief thinking "finally this intense pining is over"... But it actually just gets worse?

So now during missions, the two of you verbally dance around each other like you're in some comeback war.

In the middle of a serious mission:

Hunter: "I need you here now!"

S/O: "wow wow Hunter. babe. cool your jets. i know we haven't really done it in a while but we're in the middle of a mission and-"

Hunter: "As much as I love how you think mesh'la, I think you're misreading the situation."

His s/o also keeps ruining his *tough guy* persona. During briefs, his s/o keeps making him crack his skillfully honed poker face.

The teasing through dry humour is just a really fun and goofy way to connect to each other and is their common ground of affection.

Tech

We all know Tech is a witty boi, and man do we love him for it!

Tech finds his s/o's attitude quite entertaining.

He does like it when they use their snarkiness to defend him from people that give him a hard time, but he like his s/o's humour best when it's just the two of them having fun.

I feel like Tech would find it 10x funnier if his s/o was also really smart and able to understand his technical language, because they just pass these really witty/funny quips back and forth to each other that are actually hilarious but no one understands. It's like their own hidden language.

Now we've seen Tech smile and m a y b e chuckle a little before?? But so far, we've yet to see Tech actually laugh and I headcanon that Tech snorts when he laughs. (Has anybody seen the live action TMNT?? Kinda like how Donnie laughs in those). So ohmiGOSH it's so WhOlEsOmE when his s/o makes Tech laugh!! He's so CUTE!

The rest of the batch will be out getting supplies while Echo works of the exterior hull of the ship and Tech and his s/o fix up the systems inside.

Tech laying under a panel: "Hm, this wire seems to be adhered to a far less efficient arrangement." Tech's s/o wordlessly shuffles over from their panel to analyse the problem. Their shoulders touch as they lie side by side.

S/o: "Mm, I think you're right, but see here? It looks like it's been manually transfigured. Probably by Echo in one of our many quick fixes. It looks like he's done it so he can easily access and program the flight module."

Tech: "I'm going to rewire it to-"

S/o: "To that one right?" His s/o says, suppressing a smile as they point to clearly the wrong wiring. Tech's eyes narrow and his brow furrows.

Tech: "Of course not! That would compromise the-" He catches a glimpse of his s/o's cheeky grin, "oh you're joking." His s/o bursts out laughing and he can't help the smile that stretches over his face as he shakes his head.

By the end of the repairs, the batch come back to find you both practically rolling on the ground in snorting fits of laughter.

Their humour paired with their competence makes them super attractive to him.

Wrecker

Wrecker finds his s/o's dry humour the funniest thing in the galaxy. He is one of those blessings that will always laugh at your jokes.

Which is a relief cuz I have dry humour and almost no one ever laughs at my jokes rip.

I mean, you guys saw how he reacted in ep 1 when Omega DeStRoYeD those regs in the mess hall. He was so proud and supportive of her.

So yeah he's pretty much his s/o's hype man.

He loves that his s/o's humour means that they quite enjoy playful competition and games. So they're always playing random games together, even going so far as to arm wrestle (S/o: "But we both already know who's going to win... Me. Obviously.")

And sometimes he will let his s/o win, just because he thinks it's so cute when they start flexing their arms and boasting about how strong and amazing they are.

He knows they're joking. He knows they know he let them win. But even though they've never really beaten him, he still thinks they're strong and amazing.

There is always friendly banter between the two but what Wrecker loves the most is how easy his s/o makes things for him.

He's not a natural at romance, and often finds himself making mistakes or he might do something a little awkwardly. But instead of being mad, disappointed, or judgmental, his s/o just smiles or laughs it off and walks him through things.

He feels like he can always be himself around his s/o.

Crosshair

Again, it's canon and fanon that Cross is a bit of a grumpy pants so he obviously finds his s/o's wit irritating at first. Which his s/o finds annoying, so his s/o just does it more just to get under his skin.

Totally enemies to lovers trope. I see it no other way. FiGhT me.

His s/o would make jokes all the time but I see that one day, his s/o makes a dry joke and he gives them crap for it, and they've just had enough and so they absolutely *slam* him with snark, sass, and wit that cannot be rivalled by Crosshair himself. They get right up into his face; tension as thick as s o u p.

And then he just grabs their face and makes out with them.

His s/o's like "ok" and totally rolls with it.

The Bad Batch wonder why they don't fight as much anymore (not that they're complaining).

Now they both use their sass to bully the regs.

They kinda become this unbeatable pair of unrivalled attitude. Unlike Hunter and his s/o who use it to tease each other, while Cross and his s/o do that a little too, they mostly direct their humour and sarcasm outward. Cross's s/o is a little more good natured than him though and will pull him in when he goes a bit too far.

He generally finds his s/o's humour quite funny now (though he'll never admit it), and the fact that he smiles a little more doesn't go unnoticed by his brothers.

Echo

Ok while Hunter is master of the dry humour, Echo is KING of sarcasm.

Having said that, I feel like Echo would actually far more appreciate light humour over sass/snark/wit/etc.

I think after being through the crap he's been through, echo baby just needs a light hearted, positive beam of sunshine in his life and his s/o is it.

He loves that his s/o always has a way of making others laugh and smile, even on really hard missions and in rough times.

I think his s/o having a lighter humour also makes him feel safer. Like there's no chance of miscommunication whereby this s/o accidently hits a sensitive topic. His s/o sticks to surface level humour which makes it easy to digest.

They are also absolutely fantastic at telling funny stories which is a real treat when his s/o will retell stories about some of the missions the Bad Batch has done and they just execute the story perfectly.

Echo is in love with his s/o's laugh and thinks it's so cute when they giggle at their own jokes.

He'll never say it, but his s/o's humour sometimes reminds Echo of Fives and Cutup, which is a bit bittersweet for him.

They say that "a joyful heart is good medicine" and for Echo that couldn't be more true. His s/o's joyful heart and nature revive and heal him. He is so much happier because of them and will tell them so in between little kisses as his s/o giggles playfully at his gentle yet eager ministrations.

~ Sister

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