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seraphimsora · 2 months

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Eyes of Eden

Hey Guys ! Its Sora here, heh. I'm making a brief appearance to fulfill my promise to post the fanfic, just remember that English is not my native language so there must be a lot of grammatical errors, I apologize but I hope you have fun anyway. I'm happy that my friend is taking good care of you while I'm away, I promise to be more present, at least on my Sundays. Kisses and bye bye. A work made by fan for fan. I do not own rights to Typemoon, NasuVerse and the Fate works as a whole. "This is the story of a girl who bent the world to her will. A mage who earned her throne as the queen among mages." Chapter 1: The Beginning of End.

Day, afternoon and night, this is normally the division of time for people who walk unsuspectingly through the streets, their heads down in the face of the monotonous routine, never really looking at the skies, enjoying the breeze and truly living. People who could do whatever they want to be a difference, but continue to look ahead like horses wearing halters.

Even so, there is not only that, in this very gray world, there is the beauty of what stands out above everything else, usually poor artists and neglected young people, brilliant people with stifled dreams. All of these have hope in them, they laugh, they hug, they hit, these are worth watching.

A balance between good and bad people, the existence between good and evil and mainly true reasons why someone should have faith in these small and fragile selfish beings.

Yet I never thought that I would be the one to carry this faith, the last spark of hope for all those burned in the catastrophe at Chaldea.

I was just Olga's young ward, the daughter of the doctor and the genius, older sister of Marisbury's little experiment. I should be the last person who would carry this responsibility that was more of a burden than a blessing. Part of me wanted to believe that one day I would have a normal life, and the other knew that it was impossible with the amount of mysteries I had come into contact with, among all of them, there were the same visions that made me dream of that same catastrophe days before it occurred.

Gifts, curses, spells, magic, concepts that I was taught over the years, but that still didn't allow me to be ready for this moment;

12th century - England.

The smell of alcohol filled the air like a sickly and stuffy air freshener, if you stayed for a long time you would notice the strong smell of urine coming from the wooden pillars of the establishment. It was a tavern, modest but large enough to comfortably accommodate 30 people. Men laughed and drank with women on their laps or gambling their money like poor compulsive people.

In a corner, a hooded figure watched sitting on the solid wooden chair, his golden-hued eyes quickly fell to the glass of water he held in his hands. Her feline body was well hidden by the navy blue fabric, highlighting only the white hair that flowed down her shoulders and outlined her bust like waterfalls, that shade that looked very similar to the uniform beneath the disguise.

The woman's slender and young face, she didn't look older than 16, she listened not only to the music that beat in a happy rhythm, but also to the people around her, some even got excited and went to the middle of the floor to dance, It was fun for those mysterious golden eyes, a white and discreet smile came on the lips when a woman was pulled by her brother to join him in energetic steps.

It was possible to forget about her problems for a bit if she ignored that unbearable smell in the air, but the young woman knew that she couldn't and shouldn't, and this realization came along with the arrival of two more figures sneaking past the people in front of her.

However, when it came to wearing heavy and not at all discreet armor, it was difficult to sneak around without attracting attention.—Master, where are you?! — The figure with rustic armor covering even his face, just over 1.54, emerged from the tide of people who gathered on the dance floor, looking in the girl's direction. —- AH! There she is!

Behind this figure, followed a slightly taller young woman, wearing lighter but darker armor, her worried eyes looked at the people the more robust man bumped into, whispering sincere apologies.

Sighing, the one they turned to, she just lowered her hood, no longer seeing the need to try and be stealthy. Her hair was revealed to reach down to the middle of her back in wavy, platinum cascades like the color of snow, however it was still tied back in a ponytail, secured by a black bow.

—You came back, I thought you got lost. — She joked, finishing the glass of water and leaving it on the table in front of her.

—Were we following YOUR orders to look for information, while the pretty girl sat there? — The one with the horned helmet shouted from behind the mask.

—Sir Mordred, do you think I am beautiful? — She stood up past the two with a playful smile. — Don't worry, apparently, a drunk man talks more than a curious woman.

In disbelief at the quick action, the other girl who arrived late, looked scared as the girl walked past her towards the door. —Bia? Where are you going?

—Come with me, let's talk outside. — The young woman with golden eyes smiled, passing through the crowd of people until finally passing through the tavern door, followed by the two people. —King Henry IV, disappeared after the Grand Holy Grail emerged, his wife, Queen Catherine continues as ruler of the kingdom despite much opposition from the other land chiefs and vassals of the former king.

The girl with light pink hair held the shield and went after the knight and his master. —We heard two ladies comment on, there are rumors that there is a tribe of Saxons heading south ready to invade the villages, they conquered a good part of the coast with “demons”

— Anything different really turns into demons at this time. — Master said, looking at some children running from one side to the other. - However…. — taking a breath, she whistles with all her strength.

Mordred and Mash covered their ears for a few seconds, the three of them looking at the sky until a silhouette of a bird slowly approached. As the distance closed between them, the golden-eyed young lady extended her right arm covered in a leather glove, and the perfect sight of an eagle could be found landing on the offered limb.

-My lady. — The animal made a brief bow with its wings open.

—King Azrael. — She replied with a smile, her free hand scratching the top of the head of the one in her pose. — What did you find?

—An interesting number of monsters heading north, and some servants that don't seem like allies to me. — Closing its wings, the bird looked around. — Everything seems to follow a strange flow of mana, Lady.

—…I see…It seems that there will be no way, if we continue investigating on our own, it may take us a long time to discover the point of chaos in everything…let's head to the capital and try to have an audience with the queen. — She said looking over her shoulder at the two girls. — Is everything okay with you?

— Isn't our goal to find that fucking Grail? — The knight of betrayal crossed his arms. — Just find him.

— It's not just that… we need to correct whatever happened in this singularity… if, for example, it happened like that in that other world… — Thoughtfully, the young woman looked back at the eagle. — Azrael, I need you to call back Medusa and Arash…let's wait for them at the foot of the river to the north.

— Yes, my lady. — The bird spread its wings and flew towards another team.

As they walked towards the agreed point, the two girls and the knight lined up in a line. Biatrice, however, looked up at the saber-covered face, finding a suspicious glow of green behind the mask, as if she had just caught the gaze of the knight himself. Green eyes, thought the mage, showing a slight smile on her face, the young master turned forward, observing the path that stretched over rocks and gravel, the sound of the river current lightly sketching her existence along with the sound of fireflies flying from one side to the other. —May I know why you seem so happy? — The knight asked, raising his voice. — Did you miss a clown in my face?

Annoyed, the young woman closed her eyes for a second only to then turn to her sister. — Mash, tell Sir Mordred he has beautiful green eyes.

—…He's on your side-

—Oh, I can't see rude people, it's a rare condition that I must have developed along with my sense of dignity.

The knight now stared at his master's turned face without looking away for even a second, internally she felt her soul being burned by the man's anger. Mash sighed looking at Mordred, his face soon indicating hesitation for a few long seconds.

—Mordred a Bia-

—And also say, that the only attractive characteristic since his bad mood is so penumbral that it subdues the existence of any other qualities… you can even say that it gives confusion to those who notice, if they talk to a spoiled child or a grumpy old man , in his last days of life.

—Mordred… — A second of pause was necessary for him to completely think through the entire sentence and look again hesitantly at his teammate. —….Isn't that a little too cruel?

--There is ! Tell Master, Shield, that I didn't understand even half of what she said, because out of this witch's mouth comes only nonsense that smells like shit and has no meaning in being said to anyone. And if she really wants to offend me, let her step lower.

—-Oh! Tell Mordred, my dear sister, that there is no longer any existence under the bottom of the well, which is exactly where she is.

—But…you…are clearly hearing each other… — The young woman with lilac hair gradually backed away from the two figures. — Please stop this…

—What are you trying to insinuate, Maga? — Mordred stopped walking, placing himself in front of Biatrice.

—What do you think, Knight? — Crossing their arms under their chests, they both stared deeply at each other as if they were on the verge of falling into a bloodthirsty combat.

—Both of you stop! —- The younger girl jumped between them, quickly pushing them away with her hands. — We don't have time for that, sister!

Biatrice calmly blinked at her sister a few times and then looked at Saber, narrowing her eyes.

—I'll stop if he stops being so grumpy.

— “Grumpy”? I wouldn't be grumpy if YOU stopped making fun of me all the time!

—-I wasn't making fun, I just thought the color of his eyes was beautiful! — She replied with a more serene expression than a few seconds ago but with a higher tone of voice.

The knight froze for a few seconds. — … I … Tsc! Stop talking nonsense, master!

Turning his back, Mordred walked ahead, stomping as if he had just suffered a direct attack with pejorative arguments. Behind, Mash sighed deeply in relief at the calm of the situation.

—…What just happened here? — She questioned the youngest.

—… Hmmm… I'm starting to understand this person… — she smiled.

#fanfic #fate apocrypha #fate grand order #mordredxoc #my oc shit #my oc stuff #alternate universe #fantasy #fanfiction

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aliceindaisychains999 · 1 year

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I like to know what the Ultimis crew give each other for chirstmas (I know it's still early but I really wanna know)

I already decorated my room and I usually help put the tree up on Thanksgiving, so you’re right on time in my book!

Ultimis Gift Exchange

Already, the Zombies Christmas Album has proved that despite the chaos they go through on a daily basis, they actually want to try and make things nice

So, Tank was the one who suggested to do a secret Santa thing. It’ll make finding gifts in the middle of a zombie outbreak less frustrating. Richtofen’s like “That’s a stupid idea. Haven’t I done enough already for you dummkopfs?” But then he realizes he could get something special and decides to give it a try.

Everyone spends the next few days scavenging for at least one gift. Everyone put a name in Takeo’s hat and randomly chose someone. The order is as follows:

Takeo—> Richtofen | Richtofen —> Nikolai | Nikolai—> Dempsey | Dempsey —> Takeo

So, everyone decides to wait for Christmas day to have a nice sit down. Richtofen purposely transported everyone to Finland via teleportation (because Group 935 did have a location there and he thought the winters were beautiful). There were a few zombies wandering around in the cold but they still made it to a nearby cabin safe and sound.

They started with Richtofen, who was very eager to give Nikolai his gift! “I really wanted to make this one count! I made sure stay up all 3 nights to give it the finishing touches it needed.” He designed a special melee weapon for him: a giant electric axe with a powerful laser feature by the blade. It could slice and shock several zombies at the same time! Nikolai was honestly touched (even if Richtofen was a bit strange), but he felt awful because of what he found for Dempsey’s gift. It would not make the doctor happy.

What did Nikolai find? Dempsey held it up by the neck. “A rubber chicken?” “Да! Is funny, no?” Our marine went a little further than choking the chicken (he fucking death gripped it) and it emitted a shriek of unholy horror. “Are you a child? Stop that!” yelled Richtofen. “I got it so you could annoy Richtofen.” Nikolai and Dempsey were laughing about it. “Well, I’ll be damned! Thanks, Nik. I really needed a good laugh.” He heartily patted his Russian friend on the back while Richtofen’s eye twitched. After everything I did for you, Nikolai…

And yes, Dempsey is constantly playing with the rubber chicken until Richtofen’s had enough and tries to grab it from him. Tank bops him on top of his head with it. HONK! “NEIN! GIVE ME THAT!” “Ha ha ha ha ha! Take that, mother clucker!”

“Aren’t you supposed to have a gift for Takeo?” Richtofen huffed. “Or did that mustard seed sized braincell of yours fail to remember something so simple?!” Dempsey would never forget his buddy Takeo! Dempsey ended up gifting Takeo a ray gun that he saved from the box. He wanted Takeo to have a head start for the next round of zombies.

However in private, he gifted the warrior a large origami star he folded himself. Tank drew two stick figures of him and Takeo on it titled “Brothers in Arms”. Takeo was truly happy that his friend could do origami so well from the little bit that he was taught. But Takeo, being a man of little words, simply smiled and thanked him with “ありがと! I like the little drawing as well!” He’s kept the origami star in his uniform pocket as a reminder that he at least made one very good friend in this messy apocalypse situation.

Richtofen wasn’t so hopeful about his gift until Takeo managed to surprise him. He was gifted a snowglobe of New York City. It had little buildings and the tiniest taxis you’ve ever seen inside, and even the Statue of Liberty. There was a wind up key on the bottom that played “New York, New York” by Frank Sinatra for a little bit. It was beautiful! Nobody knew but Richtofen had a secret dream of visiting Manhattan. He was really trying hard not to tear up, but his eyes were lit up with wonder as if he was a young boy again.

“How… Where did you get this?” Everyone felt unsettled seeing him so quiet. Takeo replied, “It was a hidden secret in someone’s desk.” He found it in a desk drawer at the Cosmodrome. But what was it doing there? A Western spy must’ve been there in the past disguised as a scientist. Either way, the Doctor thanked Takeo and crushed him into a hug. Takeo, being aloof, simply soldiered still until it was over. But he did pat him on the head.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking, singing merry carols and trying to enjoy each other’s company until enough zombies were making a racket outside the snowy cabin.

#cod zombies #edward richtofen #tank dempsey #takeo masaki #nikolai belinski #ultimis richtofen #ultimis dempsey #ultimis nikolai #ultimis takeo #my writing

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takemebythehand-andsetmefree · 2 years

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More Desire fan fic

This isn’t finished, it’s more of an idea of what I want to fully write, but I figured I would post it to put more fan fic about Desire into the world. Beacuse we deserve it.

This is inspired by the one interview of Mason Alexander Park talking about how Neil Gaiman told them that in another world this story would be told by Desire, and how they ran into their stuffy older brother who refused to change. So i’m going with the unpopular opinion of Dream being the villain in my story.

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You had loved Dream for over a millennium. They were one of the only constants in your long life, and for a while you had believed that they felt the same way about you. He would visit you and bring you presents and lather you with attention. Spending years at a time with you, making you feel as if you were the only person he would ever have eyes for.

Over the years the time between visits grew longer and longer, but you paid it no mind, as he still gave you lavious gifts and spent years praising you. It wasn’t until his visits got shorter, and along with that his temper. Each time he would visit he found something to get mad at you about and leave early, spending centuries away from you only to spend a year with you if you were lucky. As immortal beings time didn't feel the same as it did for humans, but a few centuries without what you thought was your true love caught up to you. After the last visit you had had enough.

“Listen to me when I am talking to you!” Your voice boomed, echoing against the walls. You were the Queen of the Fey, and Dream had been treating you as if you were less than human. It was time for him to listen.

“I will not-”

“No. You will be quiet and you will listen to me. You are in my Realm, you will behave as such.” Reluctantly Dream shut his mouth, unable to argue against that.

“I have been patient. I have waited for centuries for you to come back to me, and when you do, you treat me as one of your creations, or worse, human. So I am putting my foot down.”

Dream was quiet for a moment before he replied.

“There is someone else. I do not love you anymore, if I ever did in the first place.”

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Desire finds you walking around in the waking world, and comforts you. Maybe there was a little bit of need for revenge left over when the two of you first fucked, but slowly the two of you kept finding your way back to each other. Not in the way that you would wait for centuries for Dream to finally come back to you, but in the way you were both living your lives. Sometimes your lives intertwined and you spent amazing nights together. Those nights slowly turned into days and years and soon you were inseparable. In the back of your mind you had been expecting Dream to interfere, knowing how jealous he could be especially of his sibling, but you were pleasantly surprised when he left the two of you alone. Unbeknownst to you, Dream had been locked away in a cage for at least 100 of those years you and Desire had been getting together. And once he was out, well, in his mind you were still his and hell hath no fury like a scorned lover.

#desire #desire of the endless #desire sandman #desire fanfic #desire of the endless fanfic #desire fan fic #desire of the endless x reader #desire x reader #the sandman fanfic #The sandman #past Dreamx reader #Titania!Reader #maybe ill change that if I fully finish this

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saltysandycandy · 1 year

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Happy Valentines Day to my dearest Zen !

He means so much to me, I've said this before but he's always there for me, playing his route always makes my week and his calls seem to solve all my problems. Heck, sometimes I'll listen to his calls just for good luck because they always seem to work! It might totally just be crazy coincidences but I choose to believe that it's his presence in my life that makes it so much better.

It's been a little bit over a year since I found him and my love for him is stronger than ever. There's a few things about Zen that makes me like him so much, I think the first is just that he's relatable. His passion towards his career is something that deeply comforts me and his dedication and hardwork for something he loves is something that I think we both share. I absolutely love the fact that he had a dream since he was a child and worked his butt off to achieve it and prove himself. He deserves to be so proud of himself. He has absolutely earned his "narcissisism", if you can even call it that.

Secondly, I love how energetic and extroverted he is. As an introvert, most people might think that hanging out around extroverts is really tiring because they tend to drain your social battery. I think it actually has more to do with compatibility, some of my bestest friends are extroverts and I love being around them, I also find it easy because they're the ones who find things to talk about and I don't have to stress out about not being social enough. I think the same goes with Zen, I adore his enthusiasm, I love his extroverted tendencies because I know that its something that'll make the relationship easier.

I also know for a fact that Zen is someone who takes boundaries very seriously.

"...But I don't like people touching me or taking pictures of me"

"Why do they keep trying to touch me if I'm pretty? Why do they bother me?"

Since he was a child and even now as a public figure, he knows how important it is to respect boundaries, his and also of other people. He knows how uncomfortable it is when boundaries are not respected and if you're someone he loves, he's the type of person to do anything in his power to make you feel safe and comfortable.

Even if you need space, I know he'll understand that.

Third, this is kind of common sense but I just wanted to mention it still, He is THE sweetest. He's such a caring and kind person. Not just in his route, but in most of them, he is super protective, mostly towards MC but also towards the other RFA members. I think his friendship with Jaehee, Seven, his "younger brother" relationship with Yoosung, and his "older sister" behaviour towards MC is more than enough evidence for his empathy. His relationship with Jumin is a whole another thing though lol but still, in his route, after he understands where Jumin is coming from and learns to accept help and support from his Family, the RFA, he makes efforts to fix their relationship. And even otherwise, there are times when you can find him worrying for the others, including Jumin. What a darling.

Lastly, this guy is like INSANELY TALENTED (and super pretty like look at him omg)??? He can sing, dance, act, play the piano and take over my heart... Ahhh I love him so much.

Honestly I could go on forever, this is the shortest I could do... If you actually read this far, wow... uhh thank you? This was mostly sort of a valentine's day rant about how much I love Zen lol. I do really appreciate you reaching this far down my post, so I wanna give you a thank you gift.

This is a thing I made for myself, I wasn't really planning to put it anywhere but here I am lol.

(A picture of my beloved Zenny being a dork)

#mystic messenger #otome game #saeranmysticmessenger #707mysticmessenger #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger yoosung #zen mystic messenger #hyun ryu #mysme #mysme zen #valentine's 2023 #valentine's day #the loml

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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Day 12: What Could Go Wrong?

A version of Inconsolable Differences where Dream doesn’t burn the “discs”. Only realising on his final breath the depths of Dream's obsession with Tommy, Wilbur leaves Tommy trapped with the man who ruined his life and a broken promise. Dream, however, is eager to have his favourite punching bag back, and makes a promise he intends on following through with. Warnings for suicide, loss of a family member, fairly graphic depictions of violence and death, dehumanisation, manipulation, self hatred, extreme possessive behaviour, vomiting, broken bones, self victim blaming, abuse, infantilisation, and forced family dynamics.

AO3 link, if you’d prefer.

“Wil! Wil, how could you do this, Wil?”

Tommy begged and screamed and cried, desperately holding onto Wilbur’s coat jacket in the desperate hope he could drag him away. Wil- he promised, he promised, everything was gonna be okay, he’d get his discs back, nothing would go wrong, yet he stood there holding a bucket of lava, grinning and ready to ignite himself.

Dream was still staring directly at Tommy, and Tommy knew- he knew that fucking grin under his mask. The one he always had on around Tommy, less cruel and more like a toddler with their favourite fucking rag doll to pull apart. “He’s bluffing. He’s bluffing!”

“I’m not- try me, bitch!” Wilbur’s voice was loud, echoing throughout the lobby, and it made Tommy wince. “One, zero!”

Dream held the discs in his hand, unburnt. “I’ll take that bet.”

Wilbur roughly shoved Tommy as far away from him as he could before setting himself alight.

“WILBUR! WIL, NO!” Tommy sobbed and screeched, desperately trying to run towards the burning figure of his brother, the sickening smell of flesh alike and whimpers of pain yet that damned satisfied smirk still on his fucking face, but tight arms wrapped around him, restraining him yet forcing him to watch as he screamed until his throat was bloody and raw.

Tommy scrunched his eyes shut, desperate to try and avoid seeing the horrible sight, but sharp nails dug into his stomach as he struggled, and he opened them instinctively. He tried to look at anything but Wilbur burning, his flesh turning red to black to completely dissolved, the grin on his face turning more and more strained as he collapsed, but he couldn’t focus on the obsidian walls, on the blank nothingness of everything but the only family he had left killing himself in front of him again.

Screaming turned to wailing turned to desperate, quiet sobbing.

Wheezing laughter filled the air at that, as Tommy was unceremoniously released and collapsed under his own weight, landing painfully on the hard floor and curling up into as tight a ball as possible. The sound of footsteps was deafening, along with the rattling gurgles of someone just about clinging to life, ones Tommy was familiar with from himself.

“I should thank you, really.” Dream’s voice was sickeningly sweet. “You come into my house, gift me three of my favourite things, then dispose of yourself? All it took was playing along, and I got everything I ever wanted.”

Wilbur’s voice was raspy, barely audible through his final breaths. “I- what? No, you were meant to…”

The silence was more deafening than anything else.

It hurt to cry so hard. Tommy’s chest constricted hard, and it felt impossible to breathe, like a million tons lay on top of him. But more than that, it hurt to think. Hurt to think of a life without Wilbur. Hurt to think about being alone and trapped with Dream. It felt like he was being forced through the same agony he’d broken under before again and again and again. The idea of freedom seemed like a joke, happiness an impossibility.

He didn’t want to think anymore.

It could have been an eternity or a second before he felt something other than the cold floor, the wetness of his tears and the agony of breathing. Roughly, with the enthusiastic lack of care of a child opening their presents on Christmas morning, he was pulled into a tight embrace that knocked what little wind he had out of him, leaving him collapsed and compliant in a way that he hated.

“It’s okay, now, Tommy, it’s okay, I’m here,” Dream repeated, and Tommy wasn’t sure if the mocking tone in his voice was really there or something his terrified brain was adding to try and make sense of the whole thing. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now, you don’t need to cry.”

Tommy hated how Dream still pulled that friend card, like it had any weight at all after what he’d done to him. It was worse than if he’d just tortured and beaten and berated him. It made him feel less wiggly inside. His stomach was already doing flips after seeing Wilbur… seeing him go, but the faux-kindness tipped him over the edge, and he really was sick, right onto Dream’s shoulder.

Dream let go of him again at that, and that slight bit of freedom felt like the only light in the world. Tommy wasn’t sure whether to treasure it, not knowing when he’d get another chance, or to ignore his own selfish whims. It wasn’t like he’d ever somehow undamn himself, but no matter how sinful and wretched beyond repair he was, he still wanted to do right by the Primes, and that required respect. He didn’t know. His head was all flooded and wobbly and shit.

“Ugh,” Dream said, unequipping his chestplate. “Well, it has been a while. I suppose I can’t blame you for regressing from time away from me, after all. I’ll let you off this once, because I’m feeling generous today.”

Tommy tuned out Dream’s self-important bullshit the best he could, only focused on the fact Dream was vulnerable, for once, a hole in the armour he otherwise wore, a straight shot. He’d dropped his sword while sobbing, but it had to be close. His eyes scanned for the sight of silver-blue diamond, and the second he managed to glance that shine, he desperately made a lunge, scrambling for it.

He’d barely wrapped his fingers around the smooth hilt before a crashing weight came down on his hands, and he could hear his bones breaking, a sickeningly loud crunch almost drowning out the waves of pain. He’d always been sensitive since revival, but the sudden agony burst through him like it was brand new, and bright, burning colours etched themself over his eyelids as he scrunched them shut tight. No noise came out as he tried hard to scream, only rough, body-shaking coughs.

A swift kick to his stomach cut off even that, leaving him wheezing and sobbing, and he flinched violently when he felt a hand on his cheek, expecting more agony. Instead, there was only a soft chuckle he could barely hear over his own heartbeat, and claws gently wiping aside his tears. That was worse than whatever pain he could picture- the monstrous side of Dream, the one who beat him and killed his friends, was easy to hate, while the one who said kind words that dug at his core and held him tight after berating him into tears felt so easy to adore.

Maybe he fucking deserved it if he kept wanting to crawl back for more.

“I thought I could trust you, Tommy. I thought we were friends.” Dream didn’t even sound mad, just disappointed and genuinely hurt, and Tommy hated how it made him feel guilty. “I suppose it’s what I should expect, with you going back to them. It’s not your fault, is it? You’re just a kid.”

Maybe if Tommy was in any other situation, he’d avoid that bait, but with pain and grief clouding every part of him, he bit. “I-I’m not-“ His words were quiet and scratchy, and talking felt like swallowing razor blades, but if his voice was the only weapon he had left, he’d go down swinging. “I’m eighteen. Not a child.”

“Huh, could have fooled me.” Dream pinched Tommy’s cheeks hard enough it made him start whimpering again. “You’ve still got your baby fat, y’know? Actually, I don’t think you’ve changed a bit since the prison. Guess that makes you a child forever, huh?”

If looks could kill, the look Tommy gave Dream would have been the most deadly force on the planet. Instead, it just made Dream laugh, the same tone one would have seeing a small animal do something amusing.

Prime, he hated that fucking laugh. He’d grown familiar with it well towards the beginning of the server, during the Disc Wars, and in hindsight, it made a lot of the fond memories he had at the time, the war he thought was just for fun against a man he looked up to and admired deeply, as both a member of the faith and a friend, feel so sickening and bitter in hindsight. He never wanted to hear that fucking sound again, and Wilbur- he’d- he’d promised-

“He promised it’d be okay,” Tommy murmured, half-conscious. “Wil- he promised, he said nothing would go wrong, I wouldn’t even havta see you again. He promised. I trusted him, and-“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay now. He can’t make any more promises he can’t keep, can he? He can’t hurt you anymore.” Tommy was too exhausted from the physical and mental agony he couldn’t resist being pulled back into Dream’s arms, the bastard cradling him like he was some sick puppy and not a Primes be damned person. “I’m here now, and I promise you can trust me. I’m going to fix you, make you all better, like we did in Exile. I can be your new family! And we’ll make this server perfect. Together.”

Whether you want me to or not went unsaid, but it hung in the air like a silent promise, and unlike Wilbur, Dream always made good on those.

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lost-soul-in-time-archives · 1 year

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𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁.

“Why would he be doing this now, of all times? Mark hasn’t been in contact with any of us since—”

“Since the incident, I’m aware. I have my own questions as well.”

Oliver leans back in the seat, rubbing his temple to relieve the throbbing reaching his forehead down to his neck. “I don’t know what to make of this. Doesn’t it feel.. sudden?”

Damien sighs, arms rested on his immaculately organized desk as he thinks. This is one of the only times he’s seen it this tidy that not even his cup of coffee is positioned wrongly. “He wouldn’t ignore us forever; far too much time has been squandered holding onto grudges of the past. I’m just glad he’s willing to cooperate and work things out, better late than never.”

“Who else has been invited?”

“Aside from ourselves, William and my District Attorney have been added to the guest list. Abe has yet to write back to me and let me know if he’ll be attending as well.”

The Colonel’s name is one he hadn’t been expecting. Oliver can remember when he had come to him, fuming as he yelled and ranted about Mark’s incessant, rude remarks.

“He swore an oath of silence to never speak to me again.” William finished, stoic and prideful as always.

As much as he had hated it, his contact with William had drifted from letters and meetings at least once a week to the occasional update about their lives once a month or later after that. William would always be a dear friend, someone he cherished like the brother he never had. And while Mark may have taken a few things too far, he can understand what heartbreak feels like. He knew that Celine and Mark were more of a short fling than a love made for marriage. Perhaps Celine fell out of love, and Mark refused to see it. It pained him to be the only one who did see.

“Will you be going?”

Damien’s question alerts him that he’s drifting off into his mind too soon. He’ll have time to ponder over the past. “I cannot, unfortunately. I’m going to be leaving to have another kind of reunion that same day. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my mother.”

“And your father?”

“Who the hell cares what he thinks.”

Damien shifts his attention up at him, and Oliver knows that look. He’s received the same look of pity or sympathy his whole life, but Damien isn’t some rich, pompous, self-centered man wanting to be a part of his family’s fortune or steal it completely. He knows he wants to ask further about his trip, maybe offer his help if it’s needed at some point in the future. Fact is, he already knows he’d received his help if he asked for it, and he knows what these trips mean. Another argument, another picture-perfect scenery, and chaos behind closed doors. What else is there to say?”

“When will you be back?”

“April 24th. I’m giving you time to choose your gift for me wisely.” As much as he hated celebrating his birthday, since they always seemed to result in grand gestures, Damien was always kind enough to respect his wishes. Nothing too big or expensive was given to him, and he was grateful for that. He grins as Damien clicks his tongue in half-hearted annoyance.

“I might just have my DA make sure you receive nothing from me.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. How are they, now that you mention them?”

“They’re alright, just a bit on edge as of late. They keep telling me of these horrible dreams they’ve been having.”

Dreams.

Is it coincidence that he’s been having the same issue? Flashes of blood, pale bodies, a cold prison. It’s always the same. He wakes up trembling, sometimes falling out of bed in a frenzy at the feeling of rapid breaths against his skin and words that he can almost make out. They always sound menacing, with ill intent. When he closes his eyes, he sees the figures flying at him too quickly to be normal, latching onto him and trying to drag him towards a sea of lost souls.

His mother did always say he had a wide imagination. But they’re just his mind playing tricks on him.

What could go wrong?

#an untold story (lore)#tw mentions of blood #tw mentions of death

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑. a nightmare engulfed his brain, the same one that plays every time akuji takes hold of his vessel. not many people dream while being under demonic possession, damien is one of the few. he sat in the passenger seat of his dream, only six years old. his tiny fingers were focused on moving the arms of an action figure his brother had gotten him as a gift for turning six that day. his father promised to take him out of the house to get ice cream. spending time alone with his dad was something young damien always strived for, only to get burned in the end.

his father was cold and had a nasty habit of releasing his stress upon his youngest child. damien's brother pleaded with his father to let him come with. marcus had hoped to keep damien in high spirits. after all, it was his birthday. paulo taylor dismissed the older boy, telling him to fuck off back to his mother and to leave them alone. the car ride was eerily silent, the radio was at a low volume. discussing the weather in the area. it was always raining in washington.

"damn rain, won't it ever stop?" paulo slurred underneath his breath, reaching for the beer in his cup holder. taking a long swig. damien said nothing, only picking his head up to look outside the window. scooting back so his tiny figure can see the outside. the car was going fast. the rain pounded against the metal of his father's rusty pick-up truck. "kinda reminds me of you. takin all my money, never fuckin' stop. you know how much this is going to set me back? i should be putting this money to keep the damn roof over your head. nooo, you want ice cream."

"but, you offered-" damien protested weakly, voice quiet as he tried to not upset his father. the pads of his fingers pressed harder into the toy, trying to focus on the character rather than the guilt that began to stir within him. it was a captain america figurine. someone who also dealt with bullies when he was small.

"what was that?!" paulo cut off, eyes tearing themselves from the road to look at his son. "i didn't ask you to say a fucking thing, did i?"

the boy shook his head, he fell silent immediately.

"if i knew how much you'd take from me, i would've had your mother swal-"

the tires suddenly screeched as paulo turned his head back to the road. the truck hurled itself toward the forest at a speed that the intoxicated driver didn't have time to react.

"DAD!"

𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇.

damien woke up as if electricity was shot throughout his body. he sat up quickly, his breaths uneasy and heavy. his sleep crusted eyes opened to a hotel room, blankets tucked underneath his body. he was bare, with the exception of black sweatpants. a note fell from his chest and onto his lap.

Damien, You disappeared for a few days and I found you laying in the middle of a gas station parking lot in the middle of the night last night. I carried you back to the hotel and have since bathed you and put you to bed. Your clothes were washed by the nice ladies downstairs and are folded on the table next to a couple of different beers that I assumed are your favorite. I am with the other's practicing in the hall, if you ever wish to join. Your help would be appreciated. Tu es superbe ( You look gorgeous ) covered in blood but I was sure that isn't how you wanted to wake up. Drink some water, wash your face. I'll see you when I see you. - 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽.

a long heavy sigh left his lips. the cat was out of the bag. lestat knows. he saw the damage. yet, he still took care of him? lestat had every chance to take advantage. drink him for all he has. he didn't.

his body ached in every limb. his now clean skin was kissed by bruises instead of blood. he had no memory of his time with akuji. judging by the note @desiredprince has left for him. he left more bodies in akuji's wake. with one swift action, he pushed himself to get out of bed. lestat's band was waiting for him.

damien's eyes stared at the bottles of alcohol for a few moments, none were the kind his father liked. pushing the memory out of his mind, he wandered into the hotel bathroom. he followed lestat's instructions to wash his face and to tidy up. damien himself was unsure on what to say to the vampire.

what do you even say to someone who found you like that?

#008. | 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 ⛧ answered #tw :: parental abuse #tw :: drunk driving #tw :: alcohol abuse #tw :: parental death #THIS IS A LONG ONE IM SORRY #you awoke a beast in me.#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THAT IN #dude needs a joint and therapy stat.#desiredprince

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Skyrim Special Edition Multiple Marriage Mod (Download) -

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Skyrim multiple marriage mod. As part of our huge, we wanted to help you find the man or woman of your dreams. Before you can get married, of course, you need to acquire an Amulet of Mara, which is, we suppose, the Skyrim equivalent of not wearing a ring. If you equip the amulet and talk to someone who is interested in you, you can start a conversation that might lead towards marriage. There are many benefits to marriage besides companionship and the promise that your Dragonborn is enjoying a healthy sex life:. Some partners are merchants, and they can bring you in on their business success. Your partner may also choose to open a store after marriage. If your partner owns a home, it is now your home as well. Your partner will cook for one once a day, which will boost your health, stamina, and magicka regeneration. Your partner may surprise you with gifts. Sounds good, right? But before you can get any of that you need to figure out who you want to marry. Here are all the people you can marry in Skyrim, where they live, what they do, and what objectives you must complete to be able to fling woo their way. As our will tell you, is no stranger to adventure. You can punch wild bears in the face, jump on a dragon's back and stab it in the ass or break into sacred burial chambers and steal all the gold, all of which would make for some of. Unfortunately, if you're like me, these things become a little stale. I do these things all day in real life, why should I come home and do them again virtually? To fund Lydia's skooma addiction? Just because she's one of doesn't mean I support her choices. How, then, do I revitalize my Skyrim experience? Marriage, of course! I spent enough time with enough people to know which ones will make good spouses. Here are Skyrim's best marriages to be a part of, in bone break fever and in health. Requirements: Complete The Golden ClawLocation: RiverwoodCamilla is the only potential spouse on this list that really doesn't do much of anything. All spouses will cook you a homemade meal once a day, which increases the regeneration of magic, health and stamina for a limited time, and give you the Lover's Comfort sleeping bonus when you sleep in the same bed, granted you aren't suffering from lycanthropy. Camilla is one of Skyrim's best marriages for other reasons. Reasons like watching Sven and Faendal argue over who gets her while I swoop in and marry her. You shouldn't be. While you 'men' were arguing over her love, I was killing undead creatures to get her brother's golden claw back. I was earning her love. Now you guys can argue over who secretly obsesses over her more, because she's my girl now. Requirements: Hire him in SolitudeLocation: SolitudeBelrand is one of Skyrim's best marriage options because he comes with a bunch of perks. He opens a business that makes gold a day that you can collect, he can potentially join the Blades and he will continue to fight with you after marriage. On top of that he is nearly invincible, so don't worry about him during battles. If you can get past his giant bald spot, the guy really brings a lot to the table. I, for one, do not judge a man by the quantity of hair on his head, but by how much he is willing to do for me and how much money he gives me. She is the hard-working blacksmith of Markarth. Not only does she promise to notify the Orc strongholds of your commendable actions after you help her out, but she's a Blacksmith Trainer. She tried charging me for training, but I know better. That checkbook has both names on it after you get married. I just jump in her inventory and take my money back. If she questions me, I tell her I want to buy her a present. Boom, free smithing training. Requirements: Complete Glory of the DeadLocation: WhiterunFrom the minute I saw Njada swinging her fists of poetry and love into Athis' face when I first walked through the doors of Jorrvaskr, I knew it was meant to be. The brave Njada continues to follow you after marriage, unlike the wimpy Dravynea, and offers expert level block training, for a price. That price, of course, is my love, as taking my money is a big joke. Oh, ha ha! Let's pull one over on the ol' Dragonborn! Ha ha ha, give me my money. Skyrim Se Multiple Wives

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taeghi · 2 years

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the classics : an enhypen series

a series of the classic fanfic tropes : written about enhypen, written for engenes <3

genre : ROMANCE, cringey tropes, fluff, angst, *hyung line volumes contain smut*

also this is def not inspired by a tiktok trend.... anyways....

release dates : volume 3 : jake : february 13th

volume 4 : sunghoon : april 10th

volume 1 ☆ lee heeseung - the older brothers best friend trope

"what if he comes home early?" "then we're fucked, but at least we'll be fucked together."

summary : keeping your crush on heeseung a secret from heeseung was hard, but keeping it a secret from sunghoon was even harder. what do you do when you accidentally fall in love with your older brothers best friend?

you sneak around behind his back of course.

read volume 1?

read part two?

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volume 2 ☆ jay park - the hates everyone except you trope

"hey! focus on the assignment!" "well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"

pairing : badboy!jay x good girl! reader

summary : being the smartest one in your whole year had its perks, but it meaning that you would have to tutor the students that were behind in class was definitely the ultimate con- except for it allowing you to get to know the school’s bad boy in a way no one else has before.

includes smut

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volume 3 ☆ jake shim - the first love trope

"oh shit, sorr- wait you like one ok rock? "yeah?" "no way, what's your favourite song?!"

pairing : popular boy!jake x shy!reader

summary : you, a quiet girl who is the introvert of all introverts, never thought you would befriend the most popular boy in school by having the same music taste. what songs are you going to show him next?

includes smut

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volume 4 ☆ park sunghoon - the boy next door trope

"are you okay, y/n?" "yep, 'm just fine." "don't lie, i know you're finding it hard to not picture me shirtless again."

pairing : shy figure skater sunghoon! x extravert!reader

summary : park sunghoon, the quiet figure skater from school has moved into the house right next door to your own. you never really paid attention to how cute he was until he starts walking around his room shirtless, knowing that your windows were adjacent to one another.

includes smut

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volume 5 ☆ kim sunoo - the soulmate trope

"can i help you with something? or are you just stalking me?" "i- uh, i- you're my soulmate!"

summary : in a world where everyone is given a necklace that connects to their soulmates, you’re getting fed up with not finding yours, until you are forced to take another bus route for once and bump into a pink haired stranger who just so happens to have a necklace that is similar to yours. if only he would wear his necklace outside of his sweater you’d be able to confirm.

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volume 6 ☆ yang jungwon - the childhood friends trope

"earth to y/n! are you even listening?" "wha- yes of course i am!" "no you weren't! what were you thinking about? was it me?"

summary : being born only one day after yang jungwon was something you always thought was a special gift from god. being platonic soulmates with someone since birth is fun, until you start day dreaming about holding the other’s hand with three little words dancing right on your tongue, ready to speak them out loud.

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volume 7 ☆ ni-ki - the enemies to lovers trope

"god do you even know how the geometry of interactions relates to the balance of bodies?" "um yeah, obviously i do." "really? because the awful way you do your pirouettes doesn't really show it."

summary : when you were younger, you thought you were lucky to only have to see nishimura riki at your dance academy, but your lucky heavily changed when you end up going to the same high school together. and it especially got worse when the two of you are forced to be partners for the upcoming science fair.

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#enhypen #fluff #series #smut #enhypen smut #angst #kpop #pwp #jake #heeseung #jay #sunghoon #sunoo #niki #riki #ni-ki #jungwon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #iland #jay park #park sunghoon #shin jake

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Hi! Could I request hcs abt what it's like to be Camilo's best friend? Either gn or m reader would be cool! Thank you in advance!

ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x Male!reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and identity crisis

A/N: okay so as easy as headcanons are, they're not my first nature so this took some work. Hope you like it <3

masterlist

have you seen that trickster duet that's on most movies or books that's simply iconic, like the Weasley twins in Harry Potter or the Stoll brothers of Percy Jackson

that's what I think it would be like if Camilo had a best friend

and none of that complementary bullshit, having someone more down to earth while he wrecks havoc

no, he needs someone who can keep up the pace, someone who's as chaotic as him

growing up in Encanto, you probably have known each other since forever

the moment that you bonded over was pretty simple: when you hid him from the recipient of one of his pranks

you two asked for a sleepover that same night and since then, you were inseparable

and while you're not a complementary duet, you do have complementary wits

Camilo plans the pranks, all the logistics that implied getting them done was sorted out by him

you are in charge of the run away plan, the alibi

he pulled some true works of art, but you were the reason you never got caught

I mean, everyone did kind of know it was you two behind the pranks, but they didn't have any actual proof to blame you with

the things is, you two didn't have as much time for pranks as you wished, because Camilo was a Madrigal and that meant he had a bunch of other chores on top of school

and the longer those chores went, a more hyperactive Camilo you had to deal with in the afternoons

"did you drink coffee on the way here?"

"I am coffee."

you two were always together, he was practically another family member in your house and so were you in his

there wasn't a day you didn't eat one of the three meals at his house and another at yours

but below the pranks and the trickster duo, there were the days Camilo didn't like to talk about

the days he wasn't himself, because he didn't who he was

it seemed just logical to you, that a person with the ability to become others suffered from identity crisis every once in a while

even worse when his mother had a very bad and very easily inherited anxiety

Camilo seemed tired in those days, he barely had energy to do simple things like eating

you had to help him with those things, shadowing him behind the day and figure out solutions for the things everyone needed of him that imply him having to shift

and at the end of the day, you took him up to the roof of casa Madrigal, and started to go through memories of the past

the insanely big splinters he somehow got into his feet all the time

the way his voice sounded when he was little

the impossible pranks you had dreamed of pulling of one day when you were about five

just every story that you could think were Camilo was more than his gift

and don't worry, your friendship isn't one sided

you have your hard days, your days were everything is impossible to get done

and he takes care of you just like you do for him

he makes sure you eat, doesn't allow anyone to mess with you and hypes you up

"who's the man? you're the man! who's the man? you're the man!"

see, many might think your just strategical tricksters

but you're best friends, even if no one else can understand your bond

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twisted in bedsheets - m. tkachuk

a/n: this is straight up smut.... like minimal plot mostly filth. but i hope you guys like it, i may give it a part two if anyone wants to see it but i don't know yet. big shoutout to my resident whores @hookingminor & @tkafuckit ily both sm

taglist : @barzysreputation

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

You almost wanted to make fun of him.

A part of you wondered, what did a single, twenty three year old, professional athlete who lived in a different country most of year need a house this big for? That wasn’t your business, and really neither was showing up two days after Matthew moved in with a bottle of wine and silly housewarming gift to make yourself feel better about where his little brother, also known as your best friend, was. You knocked loudly, hoping the car in the driveway meant Matthew was home and you weren’t wasting your time.

Matthew was inside, finally getting some peace and quiet after spending the day listening to his mother and the interior designer he hired argue about throw pillows. He jumped at the knock of his door, not used to the way it echoed through the house he bought on a whim. You were standing on the other side, bouncing on your heels with a bag in your hand and Matthew couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you, Brady was your best friend and just like Matthew found himself watching out for Brady, he did the same for you. It was easy to keep it like that for years, Brady being far more possessive because you were his friend and not Matthew’s and not everything needs to be about you Matt, but it’d gotten harder lately. It was sudden, one summer Matthew came home and you were lounging by the pool and he swore his dick twitched in his pants, and it just wasn’t getting easier. It wasn’t easier when he tried to convince himself that there was an age gap between the both of you, even though it was barely two years and no one would blink an eye. It wasn’t easier when he beat the Senators and you quietly told him he had a good game because if Brady caught wind of it he’d lose his mind. And it sure as hell wasn’t easier when Brady mentioned your boyfriend constantly.

Your boyfriend who was having a party that Matthew knew for a fact Brady was at, but why weren’t you? Matthew couldn’t possibly get his hopes up, knowing if you were single he’d find some way to break your heart and you didn’t deserve that. That was the thing, Matthew ruined people and you were a far better person than he was to begin with. Matthew opens the door regardless, a smile on his face when he meets your eyes.

“Hi,” You beam, trying to play off like you were happy when you were just looking for a distraction that didn’t involve driving around and crying to Taylor Swift, “I, uh, congrats?”

Matthew chuckles, cocking his head to the side and opening his door a little further for you to come in, “Thank you, you really didn’t have to bring a gift.”

“It’s rude not too,” You scold, tapping Matthew in the arm and forgetting for a second you weren’t talking to Brady.

You pretended like you couldn’t feel it, the way his arms felt like a solid fucking rock and it was getting harder and harder to shove down that silly crush you’ve had since high school. You remember it so clearly, the moment Matthew went from Brady’s brother to just Matthew. You were a freshman, a dorky quiet kid who everyone knew not to mess with exclusively because Brady would kick the shit out of them, and you overheard a few girls in Matthew’s gossiping about how cute he was. Then it hit you, just as Matthew was leaning against his car to drive you home - he was cute. Cute turned into hot quickly, and you spent summer after summer wondering if you’d be bold enough to make a move.

You watched as Matthew pulled out the picture you’d framed for him, one his mother had taken of the three of you as kids. You were at the same ice cream shop you went to after every Blue’s game, chocolate ice cream smiles on your faces.

“You dropped your ice cream right after my mom took this,” Matthew hums, smiling at the memory himself.

“And you gave me yours because you felt bad for me,” You finish, hence the reason you chose that photo in the first place.

“You were crying,” Matthew nods, remembering the way his heart broke when he saw tears well up in your eyes. Even then, Matthew was a protector, constantly defending the people he held close to his heart, “Brady wouldn’t even share his… speaking of, isn’t there a huge rager you could be at right now?”

“Something about a party at my ex boyfriend’s doesn’t sound fun to me at all,” You sigh, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain it any further.

You didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

It was all Matthew could process, his brain malfunctioning because he couldn’t believe it. Matthew gave you a sympathetic smile, “Let’s crack that bottle open then?”

You agreed, following Matthew into his yard to sit out by his fire pit, an early summer breeze making St. Louis unseasonably cold. He came back with two glasses, and you tried simply to ignore that his hands were big enough to hold both glasses in one, “So, Brady’s at a party at your ex-boyfriend’s place and you’re not mad at him at all?”

“I can’t be mad at Brady,” You explain, pouring yourself a glass of wine that was just a bit too big, “He doesn’t know what happened.”

“I thought you had no secrets,” Matthew questions, knowing that Brady knew everything about you and you were the same way. You turned your attention to the glass, swirling it in your hand while you seemed to shut down under Matthew’s gaze, “Y/N… it’s me, you know you can tell me.”

“It’s really embarrassing,” You whisper, “He cheated on me…”

“That’s not your fault,” Matthew scoffs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Why didn’t you tell-”

“He told me it was because the girl he was hooking up with was better in bed than me,” You whisper, Matthew closing his mouth immediately. He took a deep breath, his fingers scratching against your scalp while he looked straight ahead, “Please don’t tell Brady.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Matthew nods, his bottom lip between his teeth, “You’re perfect, and if he doesn’t see that he can go fuck himself.”

“What if he’s right?” You ask, taking a gulp of your drink. Matthew knew what road you were headed towards, one that was going to leave you insecure about this for the rest of your life if Matthew didn’t choose his next words carefully.

“He’s not,” Matthew shakes his head, hopping off the outdoor sofa you were on and kneeling down in front of you, “And you don’t need some douchebags opinion to make yourself feel good.”

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask, Matthew’s hand that had been rubbing your thighs gently stopped. You craved the validation, and a part of you always wondered if you had a shot with Matthew. If you were both able to drown out the noise from your friends and family, would he want you? Matthew’s hand crept up to your cheek, his thumb tracing your lip. You looked at him like this was the most important question he’d ever have to answer, and like if he said yes your lips would be on his, “And tell me I’m good.”

Matthew shut his eyes, running every possible scenerio knowing all of them include him fucking this up and hurting your feelings, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying. His lips ghosted over yours, stubble rough against your skin, “You’re sure about this?”

“Please,” You pout, not even bothering to give Matthew your best sexy face. You’d faked it enough, a year of trying to be something you weren’t to please some asshole who left for someone else anyways. Matthew’s hands slid on either side of you, his lips against yours and your hands on the back of his neck.

“Inside,” Matthew mutters against your lips, knowing if he didn’t stop himself now his new neighbors would get a show they didn’t ask for. You deserved better than that anyways. You snuck inside, your lips pressing kisses to Matthew’s neck while his arm stayed around your waist until you ended up in his bedroom. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Matthew crawling on top of you, “I cannot believe that asshole let you slip through his fingers like that.”

“Make me forget about him then,” You let out a breath, Matthew smirking against your skin when you lit up that competitive fire he’d always had. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Matthew taking the hint and grabbing it from the back of his neck to toss off. Matthew’s hands slid under your shirt, unhooking your bra and swirling his finger around your nipples, pulling a moan from you.

“You even moan pretty,” Matthew could believe it, knowing just how many dreams like this, but really hearing it was something else entirely. Matthew shed your clothes quickly, leaving you just in your panties while he pressed kisses against your skin, murmurs of praise left in their wake.

“Matty,” You whimper, tilting Matthew’s chin up from where it was nestling between your thighs, “No one’s ever made me cum like this before.”

Matthew swore he was going to blow right there. The way your eyes looked into his, a trust that you were giving him that it was becoming clear you’d never given anyone. If it was anyone else, Matthew’s cocky nature would have broken through, a challenge accepted attitude that he couldn’t have with you.

You weren’t nervous but it wasn’t some secret that Matthew got around, and admitting something that seemed as trivial as what you’d told him was a big deal to you. Matthew’s blue eyes were soft, a small smile on his face, “We’ll go slow baby.”

And slow it was, Matthew was patient, trying to figure out what was going to get you off. His tongue was lapping at your core slowly, smirking at the way you squirmed whenever he got close to your clit. Your hands were in his hair, curling his overgrown hair around your fingers. Matthew’s tongue flicked your clit, your soft grip on his curls tighter, “Fuck, sorry-”

“Keep tugging on them,” Matthew groans against you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. His fingers were digging into your thighs, undoubtedly leaving a mark to worry about later, but you didn’t care. Matthew was eating your pussy like it was his last fucking meal, growing harder from the way you were moaning his name. You were close, your hips lifting off the bed and Matthew’s hands against your stomach to keep you right where you were. The only sounds echoing through that house were the ones from your orgasm, washing over you while Matthew finally pulled away. His finger swiped your core, sucking your cum off his finger, “Fucking delicious…”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, holding your arm over your face from Matthew’s praise. He let out a light laugh, pulling your arm down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be insecure, when you’re with me you don’t have to be.”

You didn’t have a second to process his words, the way say with me like this was something meant to last more than a night, because Matthew’s lips were back on yours. Your hand snuck between you, palming him through his sweats and swallowing the groan with your lips, “I want to try something.”

Matthew’s brows raised, letting you push him onto his back without a fight. You’d never been the most confident in the bedroom, and you really never tried anything that wasn’t missionary, but something about Matthew’s praise had your head held high. You grind your hips against him, a smug smile on Matthew’s face, “You’ve never been on top before?”

You shook your head no, biting your lip and waiting for why have you had the most boring sex life imaginable laugh that should have followed. It never came, instead Matthew’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you up so he could kick off his sweats and boxers. His hand fell, searching through his bedside table for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his cock. He tapped your clit with the head, his thumb that was still gripping you was rubbing softly against your skin, “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

Matthew watched you sink yourself onto him slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon because this was hotter than anything he could have imagined. All of those fantasies included finding out you were secretly dirty as hell, but finding out you weren’t and the trust you seemed to give Matthew because he’d never done you wrong was even sexier. Matthew’s hands guided your hips slowly, his head thrown back from the pleasure, “Am I doing good?”

“You’re doing fucking wonderful baby,” Matthew groans, grabbing a fistful of your ass. You moan, falling forward and kissing Matthew’s jaw lightly. He threw his arm around your back, fucking up into you at faster pace, “I want you cum again, c’mon.”

“Matty, I-” You whimper, a protest that you didn’t think you had another one in you until your pussy clenched around him. Your legs were shaking, Matthew stopping himself before he got too rough with you. You caught your breath for a second, Matthew pushing your hair away from your face so he could kiss you. His kisses were gentle, a stark contrast from the fact that his cock was still buried inside of you. You tried to move, grind your hips against his to get him off like he’d just done to you, but your hips bucked from the sensitivity.

“Slow down babe,” Matthew hums, his large hand rubbing your back gently, “We’ll get there.”

Getting there wasn’t hard at all. Not after Matthew had you on your back so he could keep fucking you. You looked beautiful, moaning his own name below him like you’d never said anyone’s name like that. Matthew’s head was tucked into your neck, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room until he finally came with a loud groan.

When you finally came down from the after sex high, a realization washed over you. You’d had sex with your best friend’s brother. The same brother you’d spend years of your life with. Matthew walked into his bathroom, grabbing you a warm washcloth and a clean shirt from his closet. He got back into his room, glancing at the way you were looking around his room with his sheets over your chest unsure of whether or not you should leave. Matthew leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t have to let me-” You start to protest, a weird feeling in your chest you couldn’t quite describe. You were a relationship type, hook ups weren’t your playing field and you knew Matthew lived by them. You never forgot it either, the way he slugged back a beer and looked Brady and yourself dead in the eyes and told you he swore he wasn’t built to last more than a night. Matthew chuckles, cleaning you up and throwing his shirt over your frame. He laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and kissing your shoulder.

“I want you to stay here,” Matthew assures you, smiling wide when you tucked yourself into his side.

Hey Matty?

Yeah?

Don’t tell Brady about this.

Secret’s safe with me Y/N.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply.

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him.

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated!

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (7)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(I know y’all are getting tired of waiting for Techno to arrive, so am I! But I have no solid control over the story plot lol but I swear it’ll happen soon!! And y’all know the drill! Reblogs and comments keep this story going. So if you want a chapter 8 then please show this chapter some love! <3)

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(FORGOT TO MENTION ART!

The amazing 'YeetUsFeTUSDelETusss' on DA was so cool and drew two pictures to bless our eyes!!)

READER HERSELF!

READER PROTECTING HER BOYS!

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Only Tubbo showed up the next day, and he said he sadly couldn’t stay for long because him and Tommy were needed back at L’manburg for a while. Meaning him and Tommy wouldn’t be able to visit for a bit, but they’d try to visit as soon as possible! Hearing they’d not come see you for who knows how long made you pretty sad. You honestly looked forward to when they’d visit. It was honestly the highlight of your day. But you knew whatever nonsense was going on in L’manburg currently would need their attention. Though you wondered what exactly was going on. You recalled a decent amount of the ‘history’ of the Dream SMP but you knew you could be misremembering or even mixing things up. But you did remember the big things that happened. Like the wars and stuff. So needless to say you were concerned.

‘What point in history am I in right now? Whenever it is, L’manburg is apparently still standing,’ you thought pensively before asking Tubbo what was going on that they’d need to stay in L’manburg.

Tubbo sighed and said it was ‘just some drama’ but apparently their, meaning his and Tommy’s, older brother figure Wilbur had been president of L’manburg for the entirety of the time L’manburg had existed. But some new citizens who joined them found out he’d not been properly elected and didn’t think it was fair to everyone that Wilbur had basically just made himself president without any input from everyone else. Which you could see was not right but this information told you that you were in the pre-election time. Which meant Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won yet… But that hinged on this universe even being the same one that you’d watched on youtube. Things could be different here for all you knew. You’d always believed in the multiverse theory so who was to know WHICH universe this was. Or how you even got here. All you could do really was to just… wait and watch.

A couple hours passed during the short visit and towards the end Tubbo showed you how to message others, ie; him and Tommy mostly. You’d known how to message others and put in commands and stuff in regular minecraft but you’d just sort of never thought to try those things here in this place. Though to be fair you’d been dealing with a lot of stuff so fiddling with your inventory and everything hadn’t been your top priority. And when he’d mentioned messaging him your first thought had been ‘how?’, because this was a ‘real life’ minecraft, where things were very similar but not always exactly like how it was in the real game. The biggest difference being that there was no computer keyboard or ‘screen’ for the type/chat option to be at the bottom of like in the game.

But to your surprise the place to type in a message was actually IN your inventory. More specifically it was at the very bottom of the main section right below where your items were stored in the hot bar. You’d never paid the long ultra thin box at the bottom any mind, assuming it was just part of the weird design. But no, Tubbo showed you with his inventory how if you tap on the thin box (that you’d honestly thought was just a line) it expands into a typing window! Your eyes widened at that and watched as he tapped the typing box again and a little keyboard appeared below the typing box and he started typing something into it. You squinted and he said to message someone you needed to be sure to type ‘/msg’ and then whoever’s name you’d like to send the message to!

He demonstrated this by typing out the first part then right after it typing your ‘name’; aka Reader. Briefly you wondered why it had been made that but you brushed that thought away to focus on what Tubbo was doing. You saw him type ‘hi reader!!’ before hitting Enter. Then a second later you heard a soft ‘ping!’ sound and you just KNEW your inventory was waiting to be pulled up. Like knew in an instinctual sense. Like how you knew to blink or how to walk. Just an instinct you couldn’t explain so you brought it up and there at the bottom the ‘line’ was flashing a pale red. So you did what Tubbo had done and tapped it, revealing the little typing box. Only this time it had a message in it! It said, ‘Tubbo whispers to you: hi reader!!’ and you smile. Excited now you type out a message to him and hit send. He got it and laughed after he read it.

‘Reader whispered to you: hello my little goat boy!! :)’

After that he blinked when more messages popped onto his text box. These were from Tommy and Wilbur it looked like. With a sigh he checked his clock and dismissed his chat box before saying he was sorry but he had to get going. He’d actually stayed longer than he was supposed to. You were sad to see him go but knew he’d be back, and hey, now you could message him and Tommy to make sure they got back to L’manburg safe instead of just wondering like before. So you told him to be careful on his way back and to message you that he was safe home when he arrived, and also if he needed any help. He laughed and cheekily said he would but gave a shy smile when you pulled him into a hug and gently knocked your antlers with his horns, but he happily returned it. Not so secretly enjoying the affection. But he had to pull back and leave.

That left you to your own devices.

-0-

With nothing better to do you initially spent the next three days building a couple fountains in the village (which was getting pretty big..). One tiny frog shaped one in the little grotto at the west side of the village and a much larger more traditional one in the opposite side of the village. You’d even set up park benches, flower plots, lamp posts, and stone sidewalk around the bigger one. It was very pretty and the villagers seemed to be enjoying it. But after that was done you’d sorta gotten bored. You weren’t really inspired to do anything else to the village so you thought of ways to occupy yourself. Eventually a metaphorical lightbulb flickered to life above your head and you got an idea.

You could go to the Nether!

Sure you weren’t the biggest fan of the place but it beat sitting around twiddling your thumbs waiting for a reply from your only two friends like some loser. And hey, you liked giving piglins gold. They made cute little piggy snorts when they were happy. So with that loose plan in mind you got up from where you’d been lounging by the creek and brushed yourself off before heading out to the place outside the bamboo and prickle berry wall you’d placed the first Nether portal. You crafted one real quick before tensing up when you heard the sound of rustling behind you. Assuming it was a creeper or something you glanced back, not that it would hurt you but you still found it unsettling for anything to be sneaking up behind you. You caught a brief glimpse of something small and white disappearing into a cluster of ferns. You paused, wondering what it was but then about a block to the left of the ferns a chicken and her chick walked out from around a tree. ‘Oh, must have just been a baby chicken’, you thought with a mental shrug before turning back to your task of lighting the portal with your flint and steel.

Once activated you stepped into the purple swirling mist and your vision warped before you ended up in the Nether again, stifling heat and all.

-0-

You’d been exploring the Nether for what felt like hours. The place was goddamn enormous! You’d followed the same sand block trail from the last time you’d been here, seeing the piglins and a few striders along the way. And to your delight a familiar little piglin baby started following you. She (you think she’s a ‘she’, that’s the vibe you’re getting anyways) had to be the one you’d played with the last time you’d been in the Nether. You crouched down and patted her head and pulled a golden carrot from your inventory before gifting it to her. She squealed happily and munched on it. You kept walking along the sand path before reaching the fortress. That’s when you diverted your path to the right and started exploring that way, careful to keep laying down sand as you did. You thought the baby piglin had stayed back but after a while of walking you heard a soft snort and glanced down to the left of you to see her happily trotting along with you, still nibbling on the golden carrot.

You wanted to melt, she was such a cutie pie. You stopped and asked if she should be travelling so far away. Won’t her parents miss her? She blinks and seems to understand you before shaking her head ‘no’. You figure she must have some pretty lenient parents. But you suppose piglins are sturdier than humans so it makes sense they’d keep their kids on a looser leash than humans would. So you ask her where her parents are and if they’d be okay with her wandering off with you, a stranger. She tilts her head and shrugs. You purse your lips and ask if she can take you to her parents so you can ask if they’d be okay with it. This time she shakes his head no. So you ask her why and she seems to be thinking how to answer before she goes over to the closest block of sand and starts drawing in it. You look over her shoulder and see her drawing three hearts. Then your stomach sinks when you see her draw an ‘X’ over each heart, meaning one thing..

“Oh sweetie, did your parents lose all their lives?” you ask in a gentle tone.

The tiny piglin nodded and your heart broke for her. You asked some more questions and discovered she wasn’t really being taken care of by any one piglin. The other piglins knew her parents were gone so they’d sorta chip in to make sure she had food. But that was really it. This made you feel worse so you just sighed and patted her head and said she could join you while you explored the Nether. She snorted happily and you two continued on your way. Eventually after walking for a bit you came across a warped forest. You had to admit the biome was much prettier in person. The stark contrast between the Nether’s usual red color scheme and the teal of the warped forest was really beautiful. Even the weird little green/orange fungus that were growing everywhere were cute. You even picked a handful to keep, placing them in your inventory before continuing your little jaunt with the baby piglin.

That last thought made you mentally pause and realize that you couldn’t just keep calling this kid ‘baby piglin’. So you stopped walking and looked down before saying you forgot to introduce yourself. She could call you Reader (since that’s what your little name thing said..). Then you asked what her name was. She blinked before snorting a little, like she was clearing her throat, and said, “Azogamay.”

You smiled and said you liked her name, making her give a cute little tusked smile. Then as you continued exploring you both made small talk. Nothing deep (how deep could conversation get with a little kid) but you asked each other the usual questions. Like favorite foods, favorite colors, favorite animals, etc. Then Azo (you’d taken to shortening her name to make it easier) answered one of your questions with some gibberish that made you pause. You glanced down at her and gave a ‘huh?’ that made her giggle before apparently remembering you weren’t a piglin. She said she forgot and spoke Piglin. That made you raise your eyebrows because you’d never thought about other species in the game having their own language. But now that you were thinking about it, it totally made sense. Of course they would, duh. Now very curious you asked her to teach you a little! Like did she know how your name would be said in Piglin? Her answer surprised you…

“Eaderray!” she said in her quiet baby voice.

Now you two had entered a wide soul sand valley, which made Azo anxious. She hid behind your leg, making you recall that Piglins didn’t really spawn in this biome or like soul fire (which is super common here). You had to admit the place was rather creepy. It didn’t help that the soul sand beneath your feet was emitting a rather creepy whispery wail. So you decided to turn back and try another direction. Azo seemed relieved and trotted along behind you. But once you were walking again you remembered your last thought and had a vague feeling about this ‘piglin speak’ and wanted to hear more. So you asked Azo some other words, just to test this theory of yours. And well…

Skeleton? Eletonskay…

Blaze? Azeblay…

Strider? Iderstray…

Lava? Avalay...

Gold? ...Oldgay (that may have made you snicker).

But you got the idea and honestly you cannot be held accountable for your reaction after you realized Piglins honest to fucking god spoke PIG LATIN.

You lost it. You laughed so hard you doubled over and had to brace your hands on your knees to keep from collapsing onto the ground. Azo didn’t know what was so funny but your laughter was contagious and she ended up laughing too, intermixed with little snorts that made you laugh even harder. It was a whole cycle. And by the end of it you’d laughed so hard you started coughing and had to sit down to catch your breath. The giggles returned a couple times but eventually you got control over yourself enough to be able to breathe normally again. As you sat there, little Azo looking up at you in amusement, you couldn’t believe the absolute batshit nonsense that was happening in your life right now. But out of everything that had happened, you think finding out Piglins spoke pig latin had to be the funniest. Though you wanted to test your theory further so you said to Azo,

“Ellohay Azogamay, isyay isthay ightray?”

Azo’s eyes brightened and she perked up, looking close to bouncing from excitement as she realized you were speaking ‘Piglin’ to her. She started babbling at the speed of light, in a way that all excited toddlers seemed to be able to do. While it was cute enough to pull a chuckle from you the downside was that you could not understand a single word Azo said. You got her to slow down, telling her you didn’t speak Piglin fluently so she would have to go slow with you otherwise you’d be lost. She nodded, just happy that you could understand Piglin. So she slowed down a lot and chatted with you that way. And that’s pretty much how the rest of your time in the Nether went. You traversed through the hellish dimension and brushed up on your pig latin with the little piglin.

It has definitely been a LONG time since you’d even thought about the made up ‘language’. You’d had a friend in elementary school who had been Obsessed with it. It was all they spoke sometimes and they’d talked it up so much that it caught on with the rest of the class, yourself included, and soon everyone was using it to write notes to each other, like a secret language. You’d even speak to each other only in pig latin during recess and lunch breaks. You’d been fluent in it and didn’t even have to think before speaking. Though after a year it had lost its popularity and everyone slowly stopped using it since the fad was over. But you still remembered a good deal of it. Enough to speak it slowly anyways. But the more you used it the easier it was to speak it. It was like riding a bike you supposed, you never truly forgot it.

-0-

Things were going fine until they weren’t. You’d stopped to have lunch in a crimson forest, more for Azo’s benefit than your own, and were sitting and eating for a while before Azo started playing with a baby hoglin. Which had been fine, you’d seen baby piglins and hoglins do that in the game before, no biggie. But they’d gotten rambunctious the way kids do when they’re playing together. And while chasing each other around Azo had smacked into one of the adult hoglins, which had pissed it off enough for it to snarl angrily and start chasing Azo. And Azo in turn began squealing in fear while running away. You’d dropped the steak you’d been idly munching on and sprinted after the two. Sadly the hoglin was closer to Azo than you and managed to get one good hit in with its tusks, the force behind it practically yeeting Azo up into the air. You yelled in horror as you watched the baby piglin fall down into a lava filled ravine.

Panic flooded your body, you knew zombie piglins were fireproof but regular piglins were not as far as you knew. Let alone baby piglins who just took a direct hit from a damn hoglin. So without thinking about it you dove into the ravine after Azo, catching her in your arms and fully planning to hold her up above the lava since it wouldn’t hurt you. Once she was in your arms you jerked back instinctively, not sure why, just maybe bracing for the impact with the lava. You waited but… nothing. About that second you realized that you weren’t moving anymore. You’d come to a halt and at first you wondered if maybe you’d landed on a block and not noticed. But… one glance down revealed you were not in fact standing on a block. Actually you weren’t standing on anything. You were hovering about 3 or 4 blocks above the bubbling lava at the bottom of the ravine. You were so stunned that you almost missed the sniffling snorts that started up next to your face but thankfully they broke you out of your shocked state. You looked at Azo and your heart broke when you saw her tearing up and looking close to crying. Forgetting momentarily about whatever the fuck was going on with you floating you focused on soothing her.

“Aw sweetie, are you okay? You took a hit from that hoglin, where does it hurt?” you cooed.

She was babbling mostly, being too upset to try to speak English. And understanding crying pig latin was almost impossible. So you just asked her to point where it hurt. She reached for her back and side and you softly told her you were going to lift her shirt a little bit to see if there was a mark, and she nodded shakily and sniffled while you did. You winced at the blooming bruise and adjusted her so you were basically cradling her and with your free hand you opened your inventory and started looking through the potions. You grabbed a healing potion and uncorked it before offering it to Azo, whose snout wrinkled at the potion. You told her it was alright, it was a healing potion that would make her feel better and get rid of those bruises for her. She looked unsure but still let you raise the mouth of the potion bottle to her lips so she could sip it. She took a few sips before hiccuping, potion swirls wafting off of her after she did. The baby piglin blinked and felt the pain in her back and side start to disappear.

You smiled and said that must feel better, Azo nodded and was happy she wasn’t hurting anymore. You let her take one more sip for good measure before putting the cork back into the bottle and stashing it in your inventory. But once that was done you were reminded of your current predicament. You were still floating in place above a ravine of lava.. With zero clue on how to move too. Briefly you internally panicked at the thought of just.. never being able to move again!! Being stuck fixed in one spot forever with no way to get down or live freely! Though before you could panic further you took a deep breath and told yourself to relax. This wasn’t permanent, it couldn’t be. There logically has to be a way for you to move. You got yourself stuck here and you’ll get yourself down as well.

And the last thing you wanted was to look scared with Azo here with you. She was just a little kid and needed the only adult around to be strong for her. So you put on a smile and reassured her that things will be okay and you’ll figure out how to get them both safe on land in no time. Azo nodded, looking less worried than before. So you started trying things you think would get you to move. You could move your limbs no problem. Proven by how you could move Azo around with your arms and kick your legs about without issue. But your body as a whole was still locked in place. Though when you leaned your upper body to the left you hit a breakthrough! Tilting your torso to the left managed to move your whole body to the left by about a block and a half! Now onto the right path you started leaning your torso this way and that, figuring out what movements actually got you moving and which ones didn’t. Figuring out how to move side to side and forwards and back was pretty easy. But it was figuring out up and down that was tricky.

At the moment going down was the last thing you were interested in, what with the lava beneath you. So you tried focusing on going up, and after a lot more wiggling about that you were sure made you look like an idiot to anyone who could be watching (Azo only giggled a little) you finally figured out that to go up you had to tense and stretch your torso a specific way. Like exactly how you would do if you were trying to reach something on the top shelf, only you didn’t have to move your arms or legs the same way, just your torso. Like how people straighten themselves to seem taller, not slouching at all. After getting that down you manage to go up and then over out of the ravine. Which was a relief and a half. Now that the threat of sinking into lava wasn’t a worry you instead fixated on getting down. Thanks to figuring out how to get up you had an easier time getting the hang of getting down.

Once your feet touched the ground the floating thing disappeared and gravity was restored to you, making you able to walk around normally again. You gave a small cheer, Azo snorting happily as you carried her back to your spot on one of the crimson mushroom tree tops. Once seated you let out a breath and felt your shoulders relax. You hadn’t even been aware they’d been so tense, but you guess it made sense what with how you just sorta had a weird physics related mishap. But now that you and little Azo were safe you felt like you could breathe again.

You took a golden apple out of your inventory and took a bite, the sweet juice soothing your metaphorical ruffled feathers. You noticed you mostly just eat for the taste now. Which was fine you guessed. When you glanced down you held the apple close to Azo’s face, asking in semi-good piglin if she wanted a bite, chuckling when she eagerly sunk her little teeth into the sweet fruity flesh of it. You gave her the rest and just watched the other Nether inhabitants mill about peacefully. Today had been a wild ride for sure. At least compared to your usual peaceful days. You leaned back against the lump of red fungus behind you, Azo cradled in your arms, and sighed calmly. You’d been ready to rest your eyes when you heard a soft ‘ping!’ that had you blinking back into focus. It was your communicator app thing. Thinking it was just Tubbo messaging you to say goodnight or something you casually opened the message. But when you did you raised an eyebrow at the note from your kid.

‘Tubbo whispers to you: the election is tomorrow afternoon, can you come?

‘Tubbo whispers to you: i’ve got a bad feeling.. i’m not trying to pull you into our mess’

‘Tubbo whispers to you: but idk i’d feel better if you were there.’

You had a bad feeling too… You hoped what you likely knew was going to happen DIDN’T happen but.. it probably was. So you sent back a quick reply to Tubbo.

‘You whisper to Tubbo: of course I will! you can show me around your home! :)

You tried to keep your reply upbeat and happy, not wanting to feed into the teenager’s worry. Even though you were probably more worried now that he was. But regardless.

It looked like you were visiting L’manburg.

#technoblade x reader #technoblade #c!techno #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!wilbur #piglin #piglin oc

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hamliet · 3 years

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Unless a Grain of Wheat Falls and It Dies...

Or, why I am pretty optimistic about the fates of Jean, Connie, Gabi, and all titanized people this chapter, which is also an excuse for me to talk about SnK’s allusions to Russian literature.

There are strikingly parallel ideas The Brothers Karamazov and Attack on Titan, as well as parallel plot points and imagery to the point where if it isn’t deliberate, it’s uncanny. (NB: before people yell at me about comparing a Japanese and Russian work, Isayama has used Russian names since the start of SnK--Shiganshina is a Russian name.) In particular, there are narrative allusions to a portion of the novel known as “The Grand Inquisitor,” which is a short story within a novel. The central thesis of “The Grand Inquisitor” is as follows:

nothing has ever been more insupportable for a man and a human society than freedom.

This parable is told within the story by Ivan Karamazov, a character whose intellectuality is his gift and his curse. He tells his brother Alyosha that the motivation for creating this parable is precisely the evils done to children (oh look, a major SnK theme) and specifically cites an example which was unfortunately taken from real life in Russia and which Isayama has an uncanny parallel:

I want to see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer. I want to be there when every one suddenly understands what it has all been for. All the religions of the world are built on this longing, and I am a believer. But then there are the children, and what am I to do about them? That's a question I can't answer... If all must suffer to pay for the eternal harmony, what have children to do with it, tell me, please? ... if it is really true that they must share responsibility for all their fathers' crimes, such a truth is not of this world and is beyond my comprehension. Some jester will say, perhaps, that the child would have grown up and have sinned, but you see he didn't grow up, he was torn to pieces by the dogs, at eight years old...

... How are you going to atone for them? Is it possible? ... What do I care for a hell for oppressors? What good can hell do, since those children have already been tortured? ... I want to forgive. I want to embrace. I don't want more suffering. And if the sufferings of children go to swell the sum of sufferings which was necessary to pay for truth, then I protest that the truth is not worth such a price. ... too high a price is asked for harmony; it's beyond our means to pay so much to enter on it... It's not God that I don't accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return Him the ticket.”

The actual parable of “The Grand Inquisitor” is Ivan’s answer to Alyosha’s question about Ivan’s lines above. Ivan tells a story about how freedom is actually what dooms humanity: it is the curse. (Alyosha does not believe this.) Jesus comes back to earth and is promptly arrested, because his existence and return threaten the wellbeing of society. To be happy, one cannot be free, but one or two strong people in society should be free and bear the burden for everyone else (you can see the parallels to King Fritz/the Reisses).

Nothing is more seductive for man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering... all his life he loved humanity, and suddenly his eyes were opened, and he saw that it is no great moral blessedness to attain perfection and freedom, if at the same time one gains the conviction that millions of God's creatures have been created as a mockery, that they will never be capable of using their freedom...

This is SnK’s thesis: to be free, there will be suffering. It is part of human nature, and yet to not have it is to be lost. But SnK, despite its explorations of human darkness and monstrosity, has a higher view of humanity than does Ivan. SnK’s view is more alongside Alyosha’s, who says what is honestly the truth about not just the Reisses, but Eren now:

"Who are these keepers of the mystery who have taken some curse upon themselves for the happiness of mankind? .... It's simple lust of power, of filthy earthly gain, of domination—something like a universal serfdom with them as masters—that's all they stand for.”

Mikasa is akin to the Christ figure in the story, akin to Alyosha: Christ is constantly asked to speak, asked to act, and he does not until the very last moment, when he kisses the Grand Inquisitor on the lips. After the story is over, Alyosha then does likewise to Ivan.

Not to mention when Alyosha worries about Ivan’s mental state, he then answers with this:

“Listen, Alyosha,” Ivan began in a resolute voice, “if I am really able to care for the sticky little leaves I shall only love them, remembering you. It's enough for me that you are somewhere here, and I shan't lose my desire for life yet.”

A simple leaf can save a life. A leaf can save the world. A leaf, grown from a tree that started as a seed falling to the ground, dead, only to grow life from that death. Alyosha himself notes SnK’s central thesis of chapter 137 in the (very long) novel’s final pages:

...some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one's heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.

There’s a lot more to this, but this is the epigraph to The Brothers Karamazov, the central thesis of the entire novel:

"Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." -John 12:24

Suffering can grow great fruit in an individual life, and by giving something up, by even death, something beautiful can come. Through cruelty, you can find life.

This is not just a long-running theme in SnK, but a pattern in its plot. Often those who surrender then receive exactly what they had surrendered (but admittedly, not always, like Erwin).

Mikasa accepted Eren’s loss, and got him back.

Mikasa let Armin go, and got him back.

Falco gave up hope of survival, and got another chance:

Hange was going to die alone, feeling guilty for having failed her comrades, but saw everyone again, and they told her well done:

Historia gave up being free, but now we know she will be.

Levi gave up on his revenge, and then got it. Annie thought she would never see her dad again, but she did. For Mikasa, accepting that she has to kill the boy she loves coincides not just with her acceptance of her love, but with the acceptance and knowledge that he loves her:

It always comes with sacrifice, increasingly hard sacrifice, but usually the seeds that are dropped grow and bloom.

This chapter, everyone surrendered their hearts. They let their dreams fall to the ground, and I honestly think the story will allow it to plant life. Yes, the world as a whole is saved and that is enough to make thematic sense, but it works even better if the very people who were titanized this chapter also bloom again. They chose to trust Mikasa, Levi, Falco, and Pieck to finish the task.

The characters giving up their lives only to get them back make sense, and give Mikasa’s sacrifice of Eren. For Mikasa, Eren was her world, and she gave it up when she had lost everyone else. She had nothing left, and she still did it. I would hope she’d be narratively rewarded beyond just the world being saved, because Mikasa has always been motivated by her personal relationships.

Moving on from Mikasa: Connie’s mom has been kept alive and the concept of turning mindless titans back to humans was already brought up specifically in relation to her:

Connie giving up on his mother a dozenish chapters ago only to get her back now--not through sacrificing a child, but through saving the entire world--would fit the themes and patterns of SnK.

Thirdly, Gabi should not die. She’s Eren with positive development, and cannot meet the same end. Even people who are skeptical of every titan being saved seem to agree that she’ll be fine. It’s possible she’s the only one saved, but imo, not likely.

See, the only shifter characters who are going to have the option of self-sacrifice are Falco and maaaaaybe Armin. The others look like they’re about to die right here and now, never mind choosing someone to save: the mindless titans are ripping at their napes. Armin also looks to be in bad shape.

Yet Armin cannot narratively commit suicide; two chapters ago he was still screaming at himself for being useless and thinking he would be better off dead. He’s already tried the heroic sacrifice, too, so why would it work this time around? It does not work for his arc. Falco dying for Gabi was the plan without any freedom from the titan curse; it’s more powerful if ending the curse changes things, rather than forcing him to make the same choice that Reiner has always been trying to make: a heroic suicide. It could happen; it’s just not as narratively strong.

As for whether the worldbuilding rules, we know that mindless titans are not truly dead nor entirely mindless; they just don’t have freedom. Ymir’s case of getting herself back after decades shows that they aren’t quite dead or absorbed. They still have consciousness that can be awoken; Ymir described it as being in a long “nightmare.” Dina still went looking for Grisha. Connie’s mom remembered and recognized Connie, telling him “welcome home.” There is plenty of evidence that there are parts of these people that are still in there even if they are forced to become monsters (oh hey, it’s an Eren parallel; he was conscious of it and had choices while mindless titans do not, but the parallel remains).

#snk 138 #snk meta #aot 138 #aot meta #mikasa ackerman #eremika #eren jaeger #armin arlert #the brothers karamazov #gabi braun #connie springer #jean kirchstein #ymir #falco grice #galco #reiner braun #annie leonhart #levi ackerman #historia reiss

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makeste · 3 years

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Do you think Deku will ever get mad at All-Might for keeping so many secrets from him? Deku has been giving All-Might free passes on things he should have known about like AFO, previous holders of OFA and now that Tomura is Nana's grandson. It feels like AM needs to be held accountable at some point.

I think it’s likely; he’s gotten fairly mad at him about this before, back when All Might hid the truth about his falling-out with Nighteye.

and he’s probably going to feel a bit betrayed at the realization that All Might is still keeping things from him even after this conversation. and it’s not like it’s just small things, either; these are some pretty major things that Deku is still getting blindsided by as a result of All Might’s secrecy. it feels like AM hasn’t really learned his lesson at all and is still Dumbledoring his way through this mentorship.

but the thing is, I can understand All Might’s point of view here as well, and I get why he keeps doing it, even if I don’t agree with it. I’ve been meaning to write a post about this anyway, especially since it ties into the matter of the Fourth OFA User and his quirk, so let’s take a look at All Might’s ever-growing List of Secrets, because there’s a pattern there.

1. OFA

starting with the big one. now obviously Deku is very much in on this particular secret. however it is still a secret from just about everyone else, and it’s probably the one secret that All Might has been the most adamant about keeping, going to increasingly elaborate lengths even as it becomes more and more obvious that all of these efforts are eventually going to prove futile.

the thing is, it’s pretty obvious why he’s been trying so hard to keep the truth of Deku’s quirk hidden. OFA paints a huge target onto Deku’s back, one that would attract notice not just from the villain side, but from the hero side as well. OFA is basically the ultimate prize. it’s probably the most powerful quirk in existence, aside from AFO. and once word gets out that this power can be passed on to literally anyone simply at will, things could start getting very ugly.

Deku would suddenly come under pressure from all sides, with people trying to use and control him (well, I say “people”, but mainly I mean the HPSC sob). that’s if they see him as a useful tool and a weapon in the battle against the League, mind you. but if they decide that he’s not, or that he’s not ready, there would instead be pressure for him to give up OFA to a “worthier” candidate. either way, Deku himself isn’t going to be taken into account. his thoughts, his feelings, what he wants, what he deserves; none of that is going to matter to these people.

and these are the good guys, mind! that’s not even mentioning the villains, who have already destroyed an entire city in pursuit of him. Deku is in a lot of danger now. and so far, Tomura/AFO have been surprisingly honorable in their attempts to get ahold of OFA, in that they’ve been targeting Deku directly. but AFO is a notoriously underhanded guy, and it concerns me that there are a ton of more underhanded methods still on the table for him to try out. because we’ve already established that Deku is notoriously self-sacrificing. I mean literally notorious, as in both his friends and enemies alike have all picked up on this trait and made a note of it. so imagine if Tomura ever decides to take hostages, for instance. “give me OFA or I’ll kill so and so.” then what?? jesus.

so yeah, all in all it’s pretty clear why All Might has been exceedingly careful about keeping OFA a secret even from most of Deku’s allies. this isn’t even getting into the whole U.A. traitor thing as well, but I mean, you get the idea, right? the reason All Might has gone to such lengths to keep OFA a secret is to protect Deku.

2. AFO

and now we get to the first of many things that All Might kept hidden from Deku himself! and these are generally going to be a lot harder to defend. like yeah, you probably should have told this barely-pubescent child that that the quirk you were giving him came prepackaged with a built-in mortal enemy, All Might. might want to actually lead with that part next time.

so why didn’t he tell Deku about AFO? well first of all please understand that I’m not trying to justify this decision, lol; I’m just trying to rationalize it from All Might’s point of view. he was less than six years removed from his fateful battle with AFO in which the both of them were gravely injured. and yes, he said that he believed AFO had died from his wounds; but if he really thought that was true, why didn’t he listen to Nighteye and pass OFA on to someone else back then? why did he stubbornly stay in the field for as long as he could? his actions just don’t line up. if he really thought AFO was dead, you’d think he would have been able to retire in peace, as there wouldn’t have been such a great need for the Symbol anymore.

so honestly, what I’m learning towards here is that he didn’t really believe it, deep down. but once his powers really started to wane, he felt like he had no choice but to pass the quirk on to someone else and just hope for the best. and then, once he met Deku, I think he really started to want to believe it was true. because he empathized with Deku and he saw himself in him, and he wanted to give him that chance. Deku wanted so badly to be a hero, and All Might saw that he had the heart and the spirit of one, and only lacked the physical ability. and there All Might was, with a quirk he could bestow on him that could potentially make his dream come true. he wanted to believe he could do that. he convinced himself that the threat of AFO really was nonexistent -- after all, it had been six years! -- and that it wasn’t a burden he was passing down onto this child anymore, but a gift.

and so he didn’t tell Deku about AFO because he wanted to believe it wasn’t something Deku needed to know. so in this case it wasn’t just Deku he was essentially lying to, but himself as well. so yeah, not the best rationale in the world, but a very human mistake for him to make, and one that once again has its roots in wanting to protect Deku. or more precisely in this case, wanting to protect Deku’s dream. he wanted to believe it was all right for him to hand down this power which he so strongly believed that Deku deserved.

3. the Vestiges

honestly it’s a bit up in the air whether or not this one was really a secret, because All Might genuinely didn’t seem to realize that the Vestiges were conscious inside of OFA. or so he says at any rate. regardless, I’m going to include it in the list because he was definitely acting pretty cagey about the subject back during the sports festival, and I’ve never been fully satisfied with his explanation.

if you ask me? I think one of the reasons why he didn’t want to discuss this more in depth with Deku back then was because he was afraid it might inadvertently lead to some other topics that he wasn’t yet ready to discuss.

the idea of the previous OFA users living on inside the quirk is comforting in some ways, but that’s also a conversation that inevitably leads to the subject of AFO and AFO’s brother just for starters. not to mention Nana, whose death was deeply traumatizing for him and which I don’t think he was emotionally prepared to bring up just yet.

but I think the biggest factor that led to All Might being mum about this was the fact that he himself was included among the Vestiges. because I’m thinking he might have been a bit paranoid about avoiding a conversation like this:

All Might: “hey Midoriya-shounen, I just wanted to let you know that those weird little shadow figures you saw during your fight were the ghosts of the previous users of OFA, who are all living on inside of the quirk. my master once told me, 'even if I die one of these days, we can always meet again inside One for All.' so you know, that’s nice.”

Deku: “huh okay, so you’re telling me I have the souls of eight other people trapped inside my quirk, well that’s pretty trippy but I’m a weird little boy who lives for this kind of wild quirk shit so I’m okay with it! but it’s not like it matters though anyway since you’re still here to guide me haha! it’s not like you have any reason to suspect that might not be the case in the very near future, right?”

All Might: “...right.”

so yeah. once again, the reason for All Might keeping this a secret is because he doesn’t want to burden Deku. spoiler alert, the next two secrets also have the exact same reasoning behind them. in fact I’m just going to go and lump them both together.

4. Sir Nighteye, and 5. Sir Nighteye’s prophecy

so #4 is the one that actually finally set Deku off in the scene I posted earlier lol. and yeah, All Might should have told Deku, especially since it was inevitable that Deku was going to find out anyway. once he learned about Nighteye and All Might’s falling-out, him finding out about the prophecy was a given. and so once again I want to stress that I’m not actually trying to defend All Might’s decision here lol. just trying to relate to it.

anyway but that said, the reason why he didn’t tell Deku is pretty straightforward: he didn’t want to burden Deku with that knowledge. he knows Deku looks up to him. he knows that Deku looks to him for support. and All Might has spent his entire career doing everything he could to be that strong support for everybody, for the entire nation. he wants everyone to feel secure and safe. he wants nothing more than to be able to keep them safe. and it’s so hard, when you have that mindset, to let yourself show weakness and allow the cracks to show and to admit and accept that you can’t protect people from everything, no matter how bad you want to.

how do you tell the kid you’re mentoring, the kid who’s come to depend on you for so much, that there’s a good chance you might not be around much longer? that there’s a good chance he’ll be left to deal with everything all on his own, the same way that you were? how the hell do you even begin to approach that conversation? especially knowing what kind of person Deku is, on top of everything else. for a hero, someone who’s dedicated their whole life to helping and protecting others, nothing is more devastating than being told that something terrible is going to happen, and that no matter what, there is nothing you can do to change that fate. that alone would have been reason enough to not want Deku to know. he didn’t want him to experience that kind of helplessness.

and Deku is still just a kid!! Nighteye, a fully grown man and a hero with years of experience, completely fell apart after that prophecy. meanwhile Deku just started hero school less than a year ago. he’s only sixteen. he is far, far too young to have to deal with all of this. yes, he needed to know, both as a matter of trust and as a matter of practicality. but the fact that he needed to know is pretty fucking cruel on the universe’s part, and I get why All Might was so reluctant to tell him. I get it.

side note!! I feel like it’s worth mentioning that this one is still a secret as far as a certain other person goes. like, I feel that’s pretty noteworthy. pretty much every other person who knows about OFA also knew about Nighteye’s prophecy, including Rat Principal, Recovery Girl, Gran Torino, and Nighteye himself. (although it’s not clear whether or not Naomasa knows, come to think of it. but it’s likely, since All Might probably physically can’t lie to him lol.) and of course, Deku now knows as well.

but aside from Naomasa, there is one other person who’s notably missing from that list.

Kacchan knows about OFA and AFO, but neither All Might nor Deku have told him about the prophecy. even though Katsuki has firmly elbowed his way into the OFA Scooby Squad and knows about all sorts of other things including SIXQUIRKS and the Vestiges and all that jazz, and he’s been helping Deku train and has been included in pretty much everything for months now, he still doesn’t know about this.

and honestly, this might be the one time where I actually agree with All Might’s decision. I say that as someone who loves Katsuki to pieces and very much wants him to find out about this, because I’m mean and because I love angst. but once again, I get it, though. because you probably don’t want to tell the kid who was thinking this...

...that at the time, when you came to save him back at Kamino, you were thinking something like this:

yeah. I’m just saying. I don’t think it does Katsuki much benefit to know that All Might originally went out to Kamino fully expecting that it would be his last battle, and fully prepared to die the horrible death that Nighteye foretold. like, on the one hand there’s definitely an argument to be made that Katsuki should know about the prophecy just so that he’s prepared in case anything does happen, because he would then be the one to have to step up and replace All Might as Deku’s primary support. (and this is something All Might already seems to have been grooming him for in recent months, which is a bit of a red flag as far as All Might’s mortality prospects are concerned, but that’s another discussion for another day.)

but on the other hand, Katsuki is a pretty smart kid. and if and when he does find out about this, there’s a good chance he’s going to connect the dots and realize that Kamino was actually a hell of a lot riskier than All Might ever let on. and there’s close to a 100% chance that he starts blaming himself all over again if he ever learns that. I don’t think it would set him back too much, because he’s made a lot of progress, but I do think that even now it’s still something that he feels a lot of responsibility for. and so really this is just an additional burden that he doesn’t need to be carrying on his shoulders. Deku’s not the only one who’s still just a kid.

anyway! so tl;dr this is yet another case where All Might was keeping something a secret because he didn’t want to burden Deku. and is, in fact, STILL keeping it secret from Katsuki because he doesn’t want to burden him, either. basically just trying to protect both of these kids here.

6. Nana’s relation to Tomura

almost done with the list now! for real though, it’s crazy how many of these there are. how can one man have so many secrets. like seriously, calm the fuck down, All Might.

so! again, Deku should arguably have been told this as soon as it became clear that the responsibility of dealing with AFO and Tomura was going to fall to him. except, I guess, the thing is they didn’t think it was going to fall to him. or at least they hoped it wouldn’t. AFO was in Tartarus, and Naomasa and Gran were planning on hunting down Tomura and the League themselves. and Deku is just a high school kid with an internship. so in an ideal world, he would have never gotten near Tomura, and vice-versa. the adult heroes in BnHA may be inept as fuck, but I’ll give them credit where due: none of them wanted this kind of responsibility to ever fall on any of the kids until they were ready. even during this arc, the kids were all originally assigned to the evacuation teams, and the handful who were on the front lines were there because it was essential to the mission. and even then they pretty much had assigned babysitters (Midnight, Fatgum, etc.) shadowing them the whole time and ready to haul them back out as soon as their tasks were accomplished. like, don’t get me wrong, the child soldiers thing was and is still very fucked up, lol. but they were clearly trying to keep them out of harm’s way.

anyway! and so of course this applies to Deku as well. never mind that he’s All Might’s heir and well on his way to becoming more powerful than anyone could have ever dreamed. he’s still just a teenager. and we don’t send teenagers out to hunt the bad guys. we leave that to the adults, supposedly. and so in these guys’ minds, there really wasn’t any reason to tell Deku about the whole Nana/Tomura connection, because even if it was true, in their minds it’s not really relevant to Deku. they weren’t planning on him and Tomura becoming arch-nemeses. and so it was really just another thing that All Might presumably didn’t want to burden him with at the end of the day. “by the way, Midoriya-shounen, you should know there’s a possibility that Shigaraki Tomura is actually the grandson of my late mentor whom All for One killed.” that’s basically just a very unfun fact that Deku can do absolutely nothing about, except feel bad about it. it doesn’t change the fact that Tomura is still a mass murderer who’s eventually going to have to be captured or killed. so in All Might’s mind there’s really no benefit to telling Deku about any of this.

anyway! and so now finally, last but not least,

7. the Fourth OFA User

so now we finally get to the one secret we don’t actually know yet! OFA IV, and his whole mysterious deal.

All Might, after doing all that research on the previous OFA users and their quirks, suddenly changed his mind at the last second and decided not to tell Deku about this one specific user and his quirk (and notably, his cause of death). why is that?? “I don’t want to speculate and talk about things I’m not sure of...” really?? so you think the better option is for him to be unprepared and to not have any idea of what’s coming, then??

no, seriously. I’m seriously asking that. does All Might, in fact, think that it’s actually a better option for Deku to not know anything about the fourth user than for him to be aware of it. I am genuinely asking that question, because I truly suspect that this might actually be the case.

because, you see, that’s the pattern. if you look at all the other things he’s kept hidden either from Deku, or from others on Deku’s behalf, that’s the one thing they all have in common. he kept them secret in order to protect Deku. either to shelter him from the burden, or to keep him safe from people who might try to do him harm.

so I think it’s safe to say that even though we know absolutely nothing about this particular secret yet, it’s still going to follow that same pattern. All Might isn’t telling Deku about the Fourth yet either because he doesn’t want to burden him with something, or because he thinks there’s some other reason why Deku is better off not knowing.

here are a few other things we can extrapolate here:

All Might’s next line after this is “because I’m worried for him”, so yeah. whatever the reason, he’s trying to protect Deku somehow.

All Might has a history of avoiding truths he’s not ready to face yet, such as AFO still being alive. so even though he says here that he’s “not sure of” whatever it is he found, it’s very possible that he is in fact pretty sure of it, but just doesn’t want to believe it.

the fact that he wrote something down but then crossed it out would seem to support that as well. he says “not yet”, but I’m definitely not convinced that’s actually the case.

whatever this secret about the fourth user is, it’s something All Might isn’t willing to tell Katsuki either, even though Katsuki specifically presses him about it. this makes me think that it’s not just something shady or unpleasant about the fourth user’s past (like him being a villain for instance), because if it was just something like that, I don’t think he’d be so insistent on hiding it from Katsuki as well. and also that wouldn’t explain why he’s keeping the quirk a secret, especially since he knows Deku is going to manifest it at some point.

so my thinking is that it’s not something about the Fourth’s history, but rather something about his quirk. and after all, the Vestige storyline is mainly about the SIXQUIRKS anyway, so that tracks. and so if it is something related to the Fourth’s quirk, and this something also convinced All Might to hide the Fourth’s cause of death, I think the most likely explanation is that something about the Fourth’s quirk ended up killing him, and All Might fears that this quirk could potentially harm or kill Deku as well.

“but if the Fourth’s quirk is potentially dangerous, then wouldn’t it make more sense to tell Deku about it so that he can be prepared?” well, yeah. definitely it would. unless, of course, All Might has somehow concluded that the danger to Deku is actually GREATER if he knows than if he doesn’t know. in other words, the risk of the quirk manifesting with Deku unaware of what it is, is outweighed by the risk of Deku knowing and manifesting it on purpose.

and this, I think, is where the rest of Katsuki’s conversation with All Might in ch 284 comes into play:

All Might has no doubt observed the same thing himself. and so what I’m thinking is that this must be some kind of super high-risk, high-reward quirk that Deku, if he knew about it, would be tempted to use while battling someone like Tomura, even knowing there was a risk of it hurting or even killing him as well. this is Deku, after all. Deku, who takes himself out of the equation. Deku, who is ALREADY pushing himself to extremes with OFA and has been doing so from the start. Deku, who barring a miracle will be lucky to have even 1/10th of the normal function in his arms when this arc is said and done. and that’s just with normal, everyday OFA and Blackwhip and Float. if you were to go and add some sort of super-self-destruct quirk on top of all that?? jesus christ. they’d be picking up the pieces of what was left of him, probably.

so yeah. if this really does turn out to be the case, and the Fourth’s quirk really is a potential suicide quirk? I could absolutely understand why All Might would keep that hidden from him. once again, it’s all about protecting him and keeping him safe.

and it’s problematic though, for sure! and most likely futile just like all of his other secret-keeping efforts have been. at some point he’s just going to have to start trusting Deku to handle this stuff, and letting him know these things. like it or not, he’s not going to be a kid forever, and Destiny is currently being Thrust Upon Him at a fairly alarming rate! pretending like all of these threats will just magically go away all on their own is not it. if you didn’t want peril lusting over him at every corner then you shouldn’t have chosen a motherfucking Shounen Protag as your motherfucking heir, my dude.

anyway! so those are all of my thoughts about All Might and his secrets. I do think Deku is gonna call him out on it again soon, and I think All Might will be apologetic for not telling him about Tomura and Nana, but I don’t know if it will be enough to finally get him to change his ways and reveal everything else. he is an overprotective dad filled with anxiety over his trouble magnet son and his arm-exploding ways, and it’s a tough position for him to be in, knowing that either way there will be pain that Deku can’t avoid. it’s rough. anyways, maybe I’m too soft, but while I don’t necessarily want him to just keep getting free passes on everything, I kind of hope they don’t rake him over the coals too badly for it either. he means well!! he is doing his best. hopefully they can manage to talk it out, sob.

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