#the sort of siblings who roast each other
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Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 (You are here!)
You thought that the interaction you had with the boys would be enough to satiate you for a long while.
Well you were wrong.
Because now all you wanted to do was go into Mondstadt and see everyone.
There was one thing holding you back, however…
…And that was wondering where the story was.
Now, you unironically had been getting “vIsIoNs Of ThE fUtUrE”, or rather the updates and current story as it continued in your world.
Your world…
Shaking off the slight homesickness, continued on your mission. Finding out where ever which ever sibling was in the story.
What you weren’t expecting however was to watch a Paimon being fished out by a hungry looking Aether.
Oh Gods.
Oh Fuck.
THE STORY HASN’T EVEN STARTED????
This is new, considering that in nearly every fic about the SAGAU the story was up to the current update or it had stopped all together.
… Did you mention that you were a vivid reader of fanfiction? And player of Genshin? Because you were.
Tiptoeing backwards, you suddenly hear the shrill voice of a certain fairy… as in fairly large pain in your ass-
“Oh! If you’re really hungry you should go hunt that boar right there! I’ve never seen a painted one though…”
OH SHIT OH FUCK-
You ran away before the blonde could even turn around, hearing Paimon’s voice call out for you to stand still. No you weren’t gonna stand still!
You continued to run, cursing yourself out in your head for being noticed.
You were happy where you were! With your family! You already interacted with Mondstadt in the form of Razor and Bennet, that was enough!
You rushed deeper and deeper into the forest, stopping when you noticed your family ahead. Trotting before them, you laid down in front of the fire.
Ever since finding you, they refused to eat boar meat, switching to fox and bird so you wouldn’t have to sit and watch them cook something that looked like you, which was nice.
Right now they were roasting a bird over the fire, spices filling your nose as you curled up around it. Another change was the increase of Mita and Lawa and samachurls at the camp. Two of each element for each type of churl to protect the camp, and you.
This was also true for other mobs. Slimes and Whopperflowers, anything else in the immediate area. The number was upped.
And with your heightened heart rate?
The number only went up.
₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
By now, Aether and the small girl he had come to find was named Paimon had already cleared out a Hilichurl camp with the Outrider of Mondstadt, Amber.
Wiping sweat off her forehead, she turned to the duo.
“For some reason, the number of Hilichurl camps has been growing rapidly in the past year, even more so than before. Your help is immensely appreciated!” She said, sighing.
Aether only stood by before speaking up.
“Have you seen a painted boar around here?” He questioned.
“Oh! Yeah! The Boar of the Wilds! Yeah, quite the trouble maker they are. They’re a weird boar too, sticking around Hilichurls and the such. But they help the kids so we don’t see them as too much of a threat. Why?” Amber smiled as she turned around to face the Traveler, who was glaring at a now heavily sweating Paimon.
“No reason…” He said through grit teeth, making Paimon shake and mutter something about ‘not knowing’ or something of the sort.
“Well anyway, let’s get you into the city Traveler!”
And with that, the trio continued on their walk, unaware of the slime watching them.
₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
So you really are at the start of the story.
You paced around the fire as your family watched sitting cross legged.
You had two options:
1. Travel with Aether and see all 7 nations.
Or
2. Stay where you are and live with your family till the story ends.
Your first instinct was, of course, to stay with your family. You had built a life here, no matter how crude.
Your family cared for you and you them. These specific mobs were going to live on in your heart and you’d be damned if you’d leave them. Because if you did, the odds of travelers and others of that nature might find them and…
Well you didn’t want to think of what’d happen.
You shook you head and snorted, pacing faster. You ignored the worried cries of those around you as you continued to think.
Now that the story started, that meant that shit was about the hit the fan.
You had noticed a lack of Divalin, and more windstorms. With how happy things had been, you tired to ignore it.
Ignore the signs.
But a small voice in the background of your head had told you.
It told you that the story had started. That you’d have to do something.
But if you did you’d mess up the whole story, and then you wouldn’t be able to predict what happens next and you’d loose all sense of control you felt you’d had.
The abyss.
You glanced back at your family.
One thing you made sure of was that there were no Abyss Mages around. Without them, your family was more than docile around humans, not truly seeing a reason to hurt them without cause.
When they would try to reverse the curse… if you left your family…
…
…
… You rammed into a tree.
Small screams erupted from them as the tree tilted over and fell, the top splintered from the bottom where you rammed it. Letting out a loud squeal, you rammed into another.
Why was this so difficult??
On the one hand, with your knowledge you could probably make so many lives better and easier!
But on the other, after you help one, it could cause a ripple effect and make you loose your grasp on what was happening, leaving you unable to help.
And with cautious you were, you didn’t even know if you’d come back if you’d die!
Would you be willing to die for these people?
Another tree fell.
You’d die easier than a human, what happens if you die.
What happens if you’re forced to leave your family?!
You rammed another tree.
Your breathing quickened and your eyes started to water.
The wind began to pick up.
When your hooves made contact with the ground, the earth rumbled.
You could no longer hear the shouts and cries of those around you.
What would happen when you died?
Would your blood be gold?
More trees fell.
Your eyes were blurred with tears.
You were barreling through the Forrest at this point, mind of every type crying out to you.
Crying out for you to stop.
You didn’t want to die.
But others would die for you.
You could stop so much.
… You could’ve stopped so much.
When the thought hit that while you’ve been messing around for just over a year, people were getting hurt, you ran faster, and hit harder.
The wind whipped harder. When you looked up you noticed Stormterror and Aether fighting above the city.
Had you been so caught up in your own stupid emotions that you failed to notice the city closest to you was under attack?!
How fucking STUPID could you be?!?!
You rammed harshly into a large tree, being stopped by both the winds of Teyvat and the sheer thickness of the tree.
Shaking your head you looked up.
… The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero.
You had ran all the way to Windrise.
Hiccups forced their way out of snout and tears poured out of your eyes.
You sobbed.
Everything was blurry and your ears were ringing. You were tired of thinking.
You barely registered the Pyro Samachurl laying a churl blanket around your back while warming it.
More and more mobs surrounded your sobbing form and slowly cuddled around you. Warming you.
And eventually, you fell asleep under the large and warm pile of Hilichurls, Mitachurls, Lawachurls, Samachurls, Slimes, Whopperflowers, other boars, foxes, and birds.
You were safe. You were loved.
₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
“You have to check it out! I understand that the main issue is The Stormterror, but Miss. Jean! It’s a large pile of monsters and animals! This could pose a great threat!”
The distressed traveler continued to rant at the Acting Grand Master, causing her to sigh.
Everything lately had been so stressful, even with the help of the Blonde Traveler. Currently they were with Lisa at The Temple of the Lion.
She genuinely, truly didn’t want to ask them to help with this.
So she decided to check it out on her own.
Standing from her desk, she walked around to shake the hand of the now silent traveler.
“Don’t worry. I’ll check it out and do what I can to help in the situation.”
She was met with many thanks from them as they shook her hand up and down with vigor.
Lord Barbatos she was tired…
Making sure she was all ready to go and had her trusty Aquila Favonia, and headed out.
Nodding at everyone she passed, she quickly made her way out of the city and towards the place of interest.
The place said to be the historical ground of her hero, Vanessa’s ascension to Celestia.
The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero, Windrise.
Running her way over, it was very apparent that the Traveler was not kidding. She could see the large multicolored blob from where she was, though it wasn’t moving.
The thing had just recently appeared, but that didn’t change the fact that this was still dangerous.
Creeping towards the pile, she was met with the cacophonous sound of snores from monster and animal alike.
And she was now confused.
Never in Jean’s life had she ever seen a fox curled around a Sawachurl. Or a bird sleeping peacefully on a Lawachurl. Or boars cuddled up with Mita and Hilichurls.
Wait.
Boars cuddled up with… oh.
Sighing she readied her sword to attack and find where that boar was under all this, before a Frostarm Lawachurl shook itself awake. The sudden movement startled her and she was met with the blank carved eyes of its mask boring into hers.
The two stared for a bit, before it huffed and laid back down, cuddling into a Blazing Axe Mitachurl who was… well… cuddling it’s still-red-but-put-out axe.
Jean was bewildered at the interaction, standing from her attack position. Looking more, she took a risk.
She stepped forward.
She was met with whirrling of a Ruin Guard starting up.
If what she was thinking was true, then why was anything of Ruin here?! The boar hadn’t been known to wander into any of the shrines or otherwise where they may have been found!
She was met with a Guard turning to her. Again she readied for an attack.
Only to be met with small ‘beeps’ and ‘boops’.
It, like the Lawachurl only glanced at her, before lying back down.
Okay, what was going on?!
Now she just decided to walk through the large crowd, though through is a strong word. On was more like it.
And as she got closer to the large Oak tree, she noticed the dip right at its trunk. The pile only got larger, and when she got to the trunk, there was a large divet. Jumping down, she was met with the culprit she thought she’d meet.
The boar.
₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
Being shaken awake was not what you wanted right now.
Groaning and huffing, you tired to push the hand off, only causing it or come back and push harder.
You continued to shove it off until it finally stopped. You sighed in relief and snuggled back into the warmth around you, falling back asleep.
At least, until you heard the scared cries of a Sawachurl.
Cracking your eyes open you immediately notice an angered(??) Jean standing over you and a Pyro Sawachurl. And she was directing that anger(???) towards the small churl.
Oh. Hell. No.
Jumping up you lightly but into her. Though your ‘light but’ sent her crashing into the large wall of bodies behind her.
Which started to wake up the large pile.
Animals and monsters grunted and groaned as Jean stood in shock at the ripple effect of your actions.
You were just watching a fox climb up the tree in interest.
The whole pile had woken up, standing confused at you and the only human. Jean was noticeable tense.
Shaking off the blanket, you snorted, grunted and oinked into the crowd. And after a moment, they began to disperse, much to Jean’s amazement.
“How did you… anyway. You can’t do… this anymore, alright? I don’t understand how you got these monsters and otherwise to not attack humans but I’ll have you know that you gave passing travelers quite the scare. You understand, right?” Jean asked.
You stood and gently nodded, still tired and slightly overwhelmed by past thoughts.
She sighed and made a decision.
Walking behind you - making you look at her with interest - she wrapped her hands around your midsection and picked you up, causing you to struggle.
Your distressed squeals filled the air as she began to explain. “I just - ngh - need to keep an eye on - hey watch it! - keep an eye on you - ow!” Her words were interrupted by your squirming and moving in her arms, but at her words you slowed.
… Right. The Stormterror situation.
She looked down with concern when she noticed you no longer struggling - she was expecting a fight the whole way - and was startled by the far off look in your eye.
Sucking it up, she began to carry you back to The Knights of Favonius Headquarters.
₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
Seeing you in the office was not what Kaeya was expecting.
Having never met you personally but hearing stories around the city, seeing you in Jeans office sat beside her desk was a surreal experience.
The only reason he was here and not waiting for the Traveler was because he had been told the Jean had left, and with Lisa also not there, he was in charge for the moment.
Was he just a bit pissy that he was the only asked after they realized Lisa was gone?
… No comment.
But by the time he got back it didn’t matter because Jean and… you were already there.
He barely got a word in anyway because the door swung open with the Librarian and Traveler in tow.
“We’re back!~” Called Lisa. Aether stood behind her, red in the face. Kaeya wasn’t shocked with how… sultry she could be.
She was definitely an acquired taste, that was for sure.
But the moment of peace was broken by your loud squeals and oinks of distress, and the blue-coded man noticed you were looking at their new blonde friend.
And when you got up to start running, he made a split second decision.
He dove for you.
₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊
﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
A sharp crack was heard when your hoof made contact with Kaeya’s face.
You stood startled for a moment, before making eye contact with Aether again and panicking all over again.
You hadn’t made your decision!
You thought you’d at least get until he finished the Main Story Quest to make your decision!
Your panicking and running form was confined to the room as Jean commanded the doors be shut and locked from the outside.
This choice was made clear after you made a b-line for the door and rammed into it. You stumbled a bit for a second before running around again.
Using any kind of Vision or otherwise was immediately out of the picture due to the confined space and bunches of important documents and books in the vicinity.
Jean also tried to make a grab out you, which worked for a second… until you infused your body with Electro, shocking the shit out of her.
Now they had no clue what to do.
Well wait… nevermind.
Trying to coral you was the best bet.
And that’s what they did. But that just made you more wild.
Didn’t they ever hear the saying “A cornered animal will fight twice as hard.”?
Because that’s exactly what happened.
You rammed into walls and windows, no longer squealing but screaming.
It sounded sickeningly human to them.
You rammed past them and into the desk, causing a sharp letter opener to fall onto you.
Slicing your skin and making you bleed.
Gold.
It shined as you collapsed to the floor. Shaking and crying. Tired and hungry.
Those who were awake - you knocked out Kaeya - stood in shock as you continued to cry.
Lisa silently traced the paint on your fur. It’s swirling patters that, now that she saw them and was analyzing them anyway, looked like the patterns that lined the statues of their Creator.
Jean finally thought about your odd relationship with the creatures of Teyvat. How they listened to you and became docile in your presence. How they payed attention to only you and never harmed humans when around you. You calmed them. Like the Creator.
Paimon - who watched the ordeal from a corner in fear - put together how the fauna blocked Aether from reaching you and how the wind seemed to boost you away from the duo. How Teyvat seemed to help you. Much like it would the creator.
Jean and Lisa turned to each other. They just thought you had a weird mutation or something of the sort! Maybe even a vision! Would be the first time an animal got given a vision but that’s what they chalked it up to!
But this… they thought of who they thought was the Creator who was sitting on their throne right now, enjoying the finer things in life.
They were… lying?
The person they had been worshipping for.. years now.. was FUCKING LYING?!?!
Jean dropped to her knees and Lisa shook.
A whispered murmur left Paimon’s lips which startled Aether.
“The Creator…”
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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵
Waking up in the med bay of The Knights of Favonius Headquarters was not what you were expecting.
A bandage was wrapped around your midsection and a guard was stationed at your door.
The most shocking thing however, was that every Vision Holder in Mondstadt - including the Traveler - was in your room.
Even Albedo and Eula.
Shaking and coughing alerted them to your now awake status. Those who were seated now stood.
You noted the bandage on Kaeya’s chin and felt bad.
Though that quickly turned to confusion when everyone - again, including Aether - bowed.
Then that confusion turned to fear as they spoke in unison.
“Our humblest greetings, O’ great Creator.”
…Shit.
And that is Pt. 3! The reason I’m gonna leave it like this is because I like open to interpretation stories, plus requests are still very open! So endings are entirely up to how you, my readers, want it to be! I have a hyperactive imagination, and love stories like this, and I want to see what you guys could come up with because I love you guys’s ideas! Thank you all who have joined me on this journey of Boar!Creator!
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hi! I had a small idea with Seth, reader (if you could do fem that would be amazing!) was in Russia for 4 years for her studies, for her coming back. she wanted to Suprise Seth by coming over in his jacket he gave her before she left:) I was thinking in that moment he looked at her (her eyes to be exact) he imprinted on her. (I would love for reader to have really sharp canines, not a vampire but almost like it! that's how my teeth have been and wanted to see someone include it in a fic:)
Seth Clearwater x Fem! Reader
Thank you for the request ghosty-boo-shh! It was an interesting idea and very fun to write. Hope you enjoy it! 😊
❥ You had always been close with Seth Clearwater.
❥ Having grown up in the same neighborhood and with your mothers being best friends it was no surprise that the two of you became practically inseparable.
❥ Sitting together during classes.
❥ Passing notes to each other when the teachers seperated you.
❥ Having lunch at the cafeteria.
❥ Studying together after school.
❥ Spending the weekends chilling at the beach or indoors watching movies and playing video games.
❥ Leah always joked that you acted like a married couple.
❥ Which turned the both of you into blushing fools.
❥ Seth liked to call you his little Dracula due to your extremely sharp canines.
❥ He loved that characteristic about you.
❥ And constantly reminded you of how cool it was.
❥ You in turn called him all sorts of silly nicknames referencing his favourite pop culture elements.
❥ By the time high school rolled up, you had fallen hopelessly in love with your best friend.
❥ You wanted to confess your feelings but the fear of him not returning them kept you silent.
❥ That's when everything changed.
❥ Your impressive academic record had won you a scholarship to attend one of the most prestigious colleges in Russia.
❥ It was your dream to study there and you were ecstatic.
❥ The day before you left, Seth came at your house to say goodbye.
❥ He surprised you by giving you his leather jacket that you had been admiring since the day he bought it.
"Something to remember me while you're at Moscow" he said.
❥ Without thinking you kissed him hard on the lips.
❥ A kiss that he reciprocated after a moment's hesitation.
❥ You confessed your feelings afterwards and Seth did the same.
❥ A long distance relationship wouldn't be easy.
❥ You promised to call him everyday and send emails in-between.
❥ And he promised to wait for you as long as it was needed.
❥ At first the communication between the two of you was daily.
❥ But after several months Seth's responses became less and less frequent.
❥ You didn't understand what caused this change in behaviour.
❥ Phone calls became non existent.
❥ And emails would be replied once a week at most.
❥ You patiently went along with it hoping that everything would go back as normal when you returned to Forks.
❥ After 4 years of studying abroad you finally graduated and made the long journey back home.
❥ The first thing you did after arriving in Forks was to go at Seth's house to surprise him.
❥ You had planned this little surprise beforehand by telling your parents to keep your return a secret.
❥ You even wore the jacket Seth gave you before leaving, thinking it would be nice to show him how much his present meant to you.
❥ Sue Clearwater greeted you warmly and explained that Seth and Leah were at the beach with friends.
❥ You went straight to La Push and saw the Clearwater siblings sitting across a fire roasting marshmallows together with Jacob Black, Quil Ateara and another boy.
❥ Leah was the first of the group to spot you and happily called you over.
❥ You gave Leah a hug and greeted Jacob and Quil, who introduced you to the third boy, Embry Call.
❥ Shyly, you turned to Seth and greeted him with a nervous "hello".
❥ The moment Seth locked eyes with you time freezed and gravity no longer held him in place.
❥ You were equally awestruck and unable to utter a word.
❥ Seth had loved you for years but nothing had prepared him for this extraordinary feeling that took over him.
❥ It was like your soul had touched his in an intimate way and nothing would ever be the same.
❥ Jacob Black broke the silence by asking you and Seth to collect more firewood.
❥ The two of you agreed.
❥ As you silently collected twigs along the beach, Seth noticed the jacket that you wore and grinned.
"You still have it after all those years"
❥ You smiled at Seth and told him that the jacket was a reminder of all the beautiful memories you had together.
"And I hope that it will be the start of many more to come" you added.
❥ Seth looked at you with adoration and claimed your lips in a gentle kiss that gradually grew more passionate.
❥ By the time the two of you made it back to the group with the firewood you were tasked to collect, one thing was certain.
"This is the beginning of something good"
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— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —
male!reader
a bit nsfw under the cut
just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here
I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”
ain’t happening
starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues
But you didn’t let him push you away
It took a while for him to let you in
But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever
Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it
so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship
even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first
kie was the first to actually figure it out
because john b is a bit slow
and pope thought y’all were just really good friends
(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)
but they all love you
while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not
you most definitely had it easier than sarah
but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer
speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them
like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them
if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too
we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house
except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son
jj always held you back tho
he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison
you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first
silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company
“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”
he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues
“did you know that y/n did …”
“y/n actually told me …”
“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”
“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”
the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him
he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts
his brain short circuits
It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know
jj plans the cutest dates
like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows
soft touches
and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this
like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting
and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.
or bonfires
sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time
you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body
fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach
putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”
shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close
your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other
f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s
hello and goodbye kisses
puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)
falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues
such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy
says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you
jj practically lives at your apartment
he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything
when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him
will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent
with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible
and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily
of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that
communication is key in your relationship
you’ve ensured that from the very beginning
you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together
there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments
cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in
stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time
his wardrobe is mostly your clothes
you would go to jail for each other
“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“
you meet him at the beach to watch him surf
because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything
he’s the best at cheering you up
he’s everything but a dry texter
you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta
how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery
jealousy because, again, secret relationship
“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”
“oh, I’m not.”
“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”
“mhm.”
but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way
has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love
you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear
knuckle kisses
just staying in bed all day and cuddling
he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you
whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him
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you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them
he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory
so you had to teach him some stuff
but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be
he’s a switch but mostly bottoms
it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him
sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk
he whimpers
he has a praise kink
“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”
those just do it for him
there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)
and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)
he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too
quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)
his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫
head in small caves at the beach
hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”
the pogues tease him about them the morning after
“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”
teasing. like so much. from both sides
whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place
high sex
handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie
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got asked on the Guilliman post so
How Primarchs Cry (To Me)
Lion: represses and represses and represses and then hides away in a closet squished into the corner like a cat on its deathbed but otherwise cries pretty normally. do not point it out to him. gets defensive if you point it out
Fulgrim: gets headaches from crying so hard. keeps a handkerchief nearby because his face gets all gross. at some point in every hardcore crying session he verbally says, "enough." because it annoys him
Perturabo: trying everything in his power to give off the vibe that he never cries. takes every breath very carefully to make sure it's silent, confidently strides off away from this shit (hides away), etc
Khan: is fine, is fine, is fine, and then he's laying in bed and suddenly has to bolt upright to cry into his hands because holy shit that's sure a wave of emotion. it's okay, it'll pass, but hooooly shit at this exact moment it hurts. doesn't want to be seen but it's not the worst thing in the world if he is
Russ: crawls under Freki and Geri like when they were pups and cries for a good while. at some point he rolls over and runs his hand over his face and then grabs one of his brothers around the neck for a wrestle session and he's either fine or he's fine enough to keep on keeping on
Dorn: goes to a private room, does the "I am in control of my emotions" like Spock in that one TOS episode, and then spins around and puts his fist through the wall. opens the door with a hole in the wall and his hair no longer perfectly coiffed and his face blotchy and red and tells you he wasn't crying
Konrad: either silently weeping or wailing like a banshee. never in between. he doesn't choose which.
Sanguinius: the only primarch who can pretty cry but only up to a certain level. at some point he starts screaming and wailing like a fox caught in a bear trap and doubling over in pain and his hair gets all stuck to his face
Ferrus: throws tantrums. doesn't collapse to the floor like a toddler but does start breaking things. makes fun of the reason for his upset -- the mid-funeral roast session in some au where Fulgrim dies pre-heresy would get him cancelled on twitter because it's the only way he can deal with something that shattering. I'm pretty sure I got that headcanon from @luwupercal actually
Angron: cries for all sorts of reasons. sometimes the nails make him cry, not because they hurt or because he hates them but just because they're directly fucking with his brain chemistry. that's the kind of passive cry where he's crying but it's not an event, it's just his tear ducts doing their thing. used to seek out comfort from his siblings in the pit when he was crying from emotion, now he flips tables and screams
Guilliman: an asthmatic pug caught in a plastic ring. gasping for air, sounds like he's being strangled, the works. sounds like he's dying
Mortarion: also sounds asthmatic, on account of the asthma. his tear ducts don't work right so he doesn't really "cry" so much as hyperventilate and occasionally dry heave
Magnus: the crying is what it is, the psychic crying is the real event. his aura gets real sticky and slow and sad, like syrup, and has a tendency to kind of. contaminate other people with his grief unless he specifically stops it from doing that. I feel like he cries when he's mad, too
Horus: sits down and covers his mouth with his hand and puts his elbow on his knee and cries like that. for some reason I feel like it's especially weird for the luna wolves to see him cry -- it's always weird to see your parent cry, but it's extra weird for them and I'm not sure why. horus sitting on a couch crying with his head in his hands and two luna wolves sending panicked looks at each other 👍
Lorgar: compresses/hugs himself so hard he can't breathe, digs his nails into his skin, etc. we saw in the first heretic that he makes himself physically uncomfortable about grief and that's really stuck with me tbh. doesn't really.... know how to cry without also being in physical pain about it
Vulkan: bows his head and weeps, standing right where he is. weirdly bad at being okay with his own grief specifically -- he'll comfort a brother without issue, but his own makes him feel on edge and sedentary and he needs to move and do something and not stand here being sad, he needs to take action, he can't let it be sticky and slow
Corvus: repression king. he can't cry right now he's too BUSY. fuck this shit. and then there's a trigger and he shatters like a popsicle bridge with too much weight on it. the year of isolation before his departure definitely involved a blanket burrito
Alpharius Omegon: how do they need to cry for this scenario?
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I love justquill and even if I didn't I would have to for Aura and Apollo's dynamic alone. (I don't really think his and Athena's dynamic would change much tbh except he'd have to see her more often bc she has a habit of just showing up to their apartment to see Simon.)
We already know Aura likes Apollo, personally I think they met when he and Clay would hang around the space center as teens and Apollo with all his anxiety was likely very polite and awkward. She probably bullied him a little bc she likes to bully people and Apollo is very bully-able but I think he probably would have let stuff slip about his personal life and I think they just would have had a good, fun, healthy relationship bc she sees this kid who is only a little younger than her own brother and just as kind and I think they don't exactly feel like siblings to each other, but I think they take to each other and I don't really have the mental capacity right now to write it all out.
So Apollo Justice is one of the few people Aura actually likes which boggled Simon's mind bc they didn't meet back then, he was always hanging around the psych department while Apollo and Clay were dealing with space stuff mostly except when they were in the robotics department. They probably saw each other in passing but that was it.
So when Simon says he's bringing someone special to visit (he didn't hear much about what actually happened on Apollo's end with meeting up with his sister during the retrial bc he was still in prison at the time) and he brings Apollo in and she's just ecstatic. Simon is confused as hell.
He knew Apollo had met Aura which honestly made him more nervous bc she hates almost everyone she meets and he gets a little scared when Apollo says he thinks she's nice.
Then he sees them interact. She grills him a little and chastises him for not coming to see her as often. Then they start talking about all sorts of who knows what and he should know bc he's right there but they're both laughing and he's short circuiting a little.
Then she starts to roast Apollo's taste in partners and Apollo subtly defends him and she makes a gagging gesture but they laugh. Simon's world has been flipped upside down.
Now whenever Simon mildly annoys his sister she says she's replacing him with Apollo. At first whenever they go see her or she comes to them Apollo tries his best to be proper and polite, but Aura is having none of it and slings her arm around his shoulder and roasts him until he pushes her away and fights back.
Aura and Apollo have weekly calls. Sometimes Simon is there, most of the time he's not. Aura actually feels a little comfortable opening up the tiniest bit to Apollo, mostly about Metis, but a little about her brother and how everything affected her and the tiniest about the things she is doing currently. They become really good friends and whenever Simon and Apollo have a mild fight she jokes that Apollo had better take her in the divorce. Of course Apollo knows that if they ever split and it was even a little bit his own fault he'd probably be facing death by robot and he accepts this.
Aura loves to overshare certain things to see how far she can push before Apollo will hang up on her or leave the room bc Apollo is still just too polite to her and she loves seeing how far that extends. Usually he makes up an excuse, but he's never told her to shut up. Yet. He has, however, overshared his own stuff to get her to leave him alone or just annoy her bc she really does not want to know these things about her brother and she hates the mushy stuff. She will say 'You're gross, I'm hanging up.'
Could you even imagine if they took her to Khura'in? I've said it once (actually many times) and I'll say it again, Aura would lay Amara both as a power move and bc they just genuinely have a lot in common and like each other. She would bully Nahyuta with it but her and Rayfa get along very well. Datz would love Aura, he would just think she's so funny and she can appreciate a 'yes-man'. She is having the time of her life and no one will ever know peace again.
#justquill#ace's post#simon blackquill#apollo justice#aura blackquill#amara sigatar khura'in#nahyuta sahdmadhi#rayfa padma khura'in#datz are'bal
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Another Arranged Marriage AU question—who would Zelda and Link both consider their closest friends? Would they be bride’s maids or groom’s men? 😆
XD
Well, Zelda's closest friend is Impa. They've been together ever since Zelda was really young, around six years old. That was about the same time when the Calamity had been foretold (not long after the queen's death), and Rhoam was reestablishing relationships between the Sheikah and Hylians after the Sheikah technology had been banned 10,000 years prior. As sort of a truce, the Sheikah leader sent his youngest daughter Impa to be the young princess's playmate (since Zelda didn't have any siblings or cousins close to her age) and they grew to be best friends. They sort of relate to each other both inheriting the role of leader in their respective groups. Zelda also grew to be close friends with Impa's older sister as well, as Purah was an apprentice under the late queen of Hyrule with uncovering the Sheikah tech and such.
Link's closest friends would probably the soldiers that we see in the one cutscene where he's eating rocks XD. I'll probably need some time to figure out their names and characters for them, but we'll just say they're not the best role models when it comes to Link doing something wacky XD Other than that, he made fast friends with Daruk. Kind of a given considering he's probably the only Hylian who had guzzled down a prime rock roast without injury XD
Unforunately, neither one of them has a say in who would be the bridesmaids and the groomsmen since this wedding is technically a show meant to raise hope for Hyrule, but their bridesmaids and groomsmen are the rest of the champions themselves. Not bad as, as stated, Link had really hit it off with Daruk and Zelda has already had a prior relationship with Urbosa being a family friend to the royal family
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I just want to say that your fics make me want to create big families in my fics! 🖤 Any tips for someone wanting to write that but doesn’t have a big family irl?
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You're darn right I've got tips! Just remember this is all from my own personal experiences with my big family, and we're honestly a pretty odd bunch, but I feel like it's fairly universal for some things! Also, none of these are requirements for big families, you could probably write anything and it would be accurate for a big family. (I'll put some tips/info under the cut so I don't clog y'all's feed)
Picture the most chaotic situation you've been in. Now multiply it by 10. Every get together is chaos, whether good or bad. Everyone is talking over each other, people are getting lovingly bullied, siblings are going to threaten each other with the most heinous things you can possibly imagine. This is normal, this is a love language, let it happen
Someone is always going to have their feelings hurt for one reason or another. They got talked over at dinner. They roasted their sibling and then said sibling roasted them back. Everyone is ganging up on them to roast them. They're the one who has to sit in the middle of the couch instead of on either side. Very rarely is it for a "genuine" reason, and they get over it after guilt tripping everyone about whatever they're upset about
If they have any sort of good relationship with each other, they are Ride. Or. Die. Even if they don't talk or see each other all that often. They would literally go to jail for their sibling(s) if it truly came down to it. Obviously if it was something ridiculous they would go "no officer, I've never seen them before in my life," but in a genuine emergency? They would be there, no hesitation, hands down
Let. Them. Be. Assholes. Full stop
Parents have favourites! Not in a "I'm going to neglect the others" kind of way (unless that's the writing route you're going, of course), but in a "no I don't have favourites, yes I would only bail this one child out of jail" kind of way. And they don't always have the same favourite kid. More often than not, the kid is painfully aware that they're the favourite. The siblings will bully them for it until they cry
If we're talking extended family, there will be so much gossip. (My family for example), my two uncles were in jail for half of their lives. One of my uncles is a certified Whore™️. My aunt has been divorced twice, each time to literally the same man. We discovered only 5 years ago that we have secret family members somewhere because back in the 40s and 50s they were born out of wedlock and put up for adoption. If you think of something that would be juicy and think "hmm, that seems too out there" it's not. It's literally not. Write it, because I guarantee it has happened to some big family somewhere
Learning Secret History™️ is a rite of passage as the kids/grandkids/etc. get older. This does not happen all at once, it happens in stages. When they turn 18, when they're settled adults, when they finally have kids/get married. This Secret History™️ will reveal itself suddenly, and no one will even know how to react to it, and everything will go on as normal as if nothing had even happened
Depending on the family, family game nights are a thing! My family plays CoD zombies or Jackbox Games (usually). Let them have a game night on the instances where they're all finally together. And during that game night? They will be just shy of shedding blood. There's screaming, accusations of cheating, paranoia that everyone is ganging up against you (they are). Family does not exist during game night, only victory
End of the day? Let them love each other. They might not always verbalise an "I love you," but they will show it. We make each other lunch if we're already cooking. We share our snacks. We exist in the same room. We literally go into each others' room, mess something up, and leave without saying a word. But when it really matters, they say "I love you" because they do love each other
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So as I’m taking a brake from playing BG3… a thought came to mind
What was are Dark Urge like before the betrayal of there sister? What made them the apple of their fathers eye and why did Gortash like you more than they tolerate Orin?
So me being me I looked up Bhaal and read a little about him.
About dear old Pa….
He’s a neutral evil god. (In 5e)
He’s Lawful evil in BG3
He’s the god murder in BG3
He was a god murder and the hunt (amung other things in D&D)
He’s was that guy in D&D that wanted to murder everything so THE MURDER HOBO
He was petty Because he lost to Bane and a Merkel, and therefore he had to be the god of murder.
From what ever art I’ve seen of him, we did not get are looks from him at all.
He also impregnated many woman as well to carry his seed. So that’s why You and Orin are half siblings (sisters in my case) and then I learned they were wiped out… well clearly the missed some here. So it’s either we are really flipping old.
(Wait does this mean we are demigods???????)
Anyway you were described as the perfect one… why ? Was it because you were not as unhinged as your sister? The one who took pleasure in murdering her victims in a chaotic insanity?
And are you the one that just enjoys the hunt that leads to your murder? And you’re not as unhinged as your sister hens why is easier to talk to you and have a conversation, and not blurt out you want to murder the person who you’re talking to.
You to your father.
Du (calling her Posie, cuz putting Durge is weird…) she was his fine crafted tool, she was perfect one, she didn’t complain and did her work. She was the “point and kill with out questions asked”
She was devoted and not crazy. No crazy makes you miss all the fine detailed of your kill. Makes you miss and appreciate the murder. How it was done, why it was done.
And you know why it was done, and it brakes you. That’s why you are the favorite he wants you to suffer as you do the deed so you know, each soul you take will haunt you and curse and scream your name.
But he forsakes you once your mind is corrupted by the Tav pole, his voice isn’t there any more to keep constantly whispering. The butler is his way of trying to get Posie back. This is the only way he can help to get his daughter back. To give you gifts and rebuild you.
And since you were “perfect” before. The fall you didn’t need the butler…
But never answer your questions.
That’s what I think…
BEFORE EVERYTHING
Relationship with Orin..
I wanna think Posie (okay pocket we get it she’s the Du) and Orin were sisters ( well duh pocket) .
Posie tried to be good sister to Orin, cuz she wanted a family or have some sort of family, but Orin made it very had to do so. They were two deferent sides of the same coin.
But there were small moments? Like Orin would listen to Posie as she reads something out loud. And then listen to Posies questions on the “holy” scriptures to Bhaal as alot of it was hogwash.
“He wants blood in his name, nothing more or less. Just that”
Orin complains that Posie is not. Doing things right and she does the same to Orin.
Share a meal together…
( they are both cannables, only fact I will stay with in the game cannon the other stuff is…. I’m sorry I draw the line of necrophilia and incest tendencies, This game has no chill at all man).
It would be a “hey I turned this Drow into a roast what do you think? Too much garlic or its not enough sage?”
Yes full on Hannibal’s here with the cooking…of humanoid meats. There’s even a part in the game were you can eat said meats in the goblin camp and it heals you by a lot…
I can see Posie just be “Orin that hand was in piss, do not- “
“Orin do not put that in your mouth!”
Orin proceeds to eat the hand anyway because she gives no shits and she is chaos energy.
Posie doesn’t talk to Orin for the rest of the day or week Because that’s just vile even for a cannable like her….The rude ones get eaten only, or she stops because people are junk food and she was gaining some weight.
Orin makes fun of Posies name all the time “Sister dear you should change your name”
Posie refuses to do so as it’s the only thing that keeps her human. And reminds her “there are flowers that can grow from blood”
We have Orin “The Red” because blood and gore..
Posie Would have been “The flower of Bones” as when a body decays. Nature takes it for its own. And bones are forever?
Foreshadowing that Posie will be around even after death….(someone’s death! )
Durge had nothing, your Bhaalness awakens when you were a child and you murdered your foster parents.
(Great really make your Durge a tragic character why don’t you Larian. I love it!)
Orin had parents and Posie will forever resent Orin for that.
Orin was the one that betrayed you. I think when Posie gets to that part in the game. And just thinking about it now. With being more human than she ever was before and finaly fighting her father and wanting to be free of all the nightmares and the voices.
She would be heartbroken. Her sister took everything from her and Orin dosnt care, she was watching and waiting for her sister slip up, and she did slip up. She fell for the chosen of Bain.
Why? It could be a lot of things, bust mostly jealousy, why did someone like Posie get all the love and she got nothing? And even when Orin took Posies place she will always still be compared.
Orin and Durge will always be that Back staving jealous, sibling troop. You still get rid of the sibling you hated and wanted to be… but you’re forever compared to them and your forever and their shadow no matter how much you shine in your own, right. That’s Orin in my eyes…
About the DarkUrge…. Posie.
(It’s funny you get murdered or beaten up by an orc with a flower name)
Im doing a Monk play though with this character so really plays well with being the “perfect weapon”. Posie body is the weapon. Everything around her. Is a weapon so when she’s out doing something for Gortash she throws her victims in a false sense of security
“You fool you have nothing to kill me with!” They have a sword.
She then disarms arms then and used that sword agents then “You were saying?”
I’m also multi-classing as a Druid in there too (I love moon Druids) Because… sneaking in as a cat or bird undetected is just funny.
“Oh look a pretty kitty!”
Turns into a half Orc (need more orc love) then proceeds to murder. Then walks away with bloody paws or flys away as a raven…goes and cleans the filth off your paws or preens your feathers for the next 3 hours.
When she’s mad she will throw things. Books, spoons, chairs…people. Has Yeeted a victim in the Gray bay Because that woman was just- let the fish eat her.
Each murder is different and never the same twice back to back.
She doesn’t do senseless murders. That’s not her style. She wants them to mean something. Hens why this. Would make her the favorite.
Posie had more sanity in them than Orin did. You were able to carry out conversation and look like a completely normal person and not go batshit crazy when you were stalking your target.
(Looking at you Orin)
You were a hunter… a well sharpened You didn’t play with your kills- naaah, you like toying with them.
Or you just liked to strike when your pray was at a peaceful state of mind were they think they are safe but not. That’s when you liked to strike.
That’s what Bhaal loved the best…
I’ll have more, maybe just needed to get this out there
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Ravenous
Summary: You’ve lost so much, but with Bucky’s help, maybe you can make something beautiful.
Pairing: Bucky x Eldritch-Enhanced Black Female Reader
Rating: 18+ / Explicit
Word Count: 6.4K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (f and m receiving), ‘Tentacle Job’ (I’m making it a thing), Fantasy Gore, Cannibalism (sort of), Body Worship, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Torture, and a lot of Angst
A/N: This is my entry for the amazing @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms’s Cassie’s Make It Badass Challenge. This might be the darkest one-shot I’ve done so far in terms of violence/gore/angst. You have been warned. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Thanks to @bamposworld and @saiyanprincessswanie the beta.
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“And done!” you huffed as you wiped your forehead of sweat.
You had just finished making a feast of Bucky’s favorites. Heaps of: Baked Ziti, Honey-Tenderized Boeuf Bourguignon, Creamy Mashed Potatoes with Savory Mushroom Gravy, Five Herb Roasted Cornish Hens, Coq au Vin, Three Cheese, and Spinach Ravioli, Rosemary Braised Lamb Shanks with Polenta, Spinach Quiche, Chicken Pot Pie, Beef Stew, Hearty Beef Lasagna, Southern Peach Cobbler, Limoncello Ricotta Cake, Plum Cherry Galette, and Chocolate Cherry Brownie Layer Cake.
The colossal table groaned under the weight of the decadent dishes. You chuckled to yourself hoping you didn’t go overboard.
Your moment of triumph was interrupted by your ravenous appetite. Again.
“I know, I know, “you grumbled rubbing your voracious tummy. “I do hope Bucky comes home soon,” frowning at how you got to this point
You were on your way home from sending a package to the Post Office on behalf of your cousin Ngozika who was busy getting ready for Erinma’s, your younger sister, birthday party. You wanted to take a shortcut through the park so you could help with the decorations happy that you and your cousin were able to convince her to invite at least ten people; five said yes.
You were halfway past the grove behind the west playground when you felt a ping and the back of your neck as your world faded to black. The last thing you saw was three sets of shoes.
You woke up to a dingy, bare, windowless room with 12 other women aged 18 – 25. An eerily delighted voice announced that you passed the first round of Operation Hellcat. Later it was slipped that there were 50 at the start, but the others were not as lucky.
You spent ten years in that hellhole.
Every day you were pricked, probed, and prodded by perverted and sadistic scientists. All of you were constantly fondled by the guards whenever they had the chance. One scientist, Dr. Tomlin, mused that only you and another survived the fifth year of the project.
Sometime later, when the admins decided to throw you a bone, you met the other survivor. Roxana was a little timid with some fire left in her eyes; you smirked when she gave a guard a right hook after groping her ass.
You talked a few times, avoiding additional disapproval from your captors. You learned that she was the youngest of six who was on her way to a spring festival when they kidnapped her. Roxana would crack a few jokes offering what little levity one could find in your situation.
You talked about what you would do once you saw the outside. Roxana wanted to see her siblings again hoping they wouldn’t worry too much, especially after her parents died in a car crash. She talked about wanting to become a marine biologist regaling you with anything and everything she remembers reading growing up. You talked about your dream of becoming a travel writer backpacking through Europe and South America.
You gave each other hope, hope that was blissfully crushed.
It was the morning of September 28, 2008 (Ngozika’s 38th birthday), when you were both, dragged out and brought before a man in front of the usual row of scientists who went by the name of Braddock. He looked over the two of you with a menacing eye smirking as he molested you and Roxana. He turned to the former head scientist, Dr. Beecham, who nodded to the newcomer and grinned sardonically.
With that, Braddock announced it was time for the operation.
The guards dragged you past a set of double doors to a new hallway. The hairs on your arms raised as you felt Roxana’s fearful expression trying her hardest not to cry. You reached out your hand to grab hers, but a guard slapped it away.
One last set of bolted steel doors led you to a ghostly white room with two beds inside a pod connected to an arc belonging to a zany sci-fi novel and in front of the portal was a podium with a glowing electric blue cube.
The scientists and Braddock hid on the other side of the one-sided mirror, like the cowards they were.
Braddock motioned for the guards to strap you to the beds as he made some deluded declaration of HYDRA’s greatness.
Roxana smiled weakly reminding you to think of your family and your dreams while you did the same. You both hoped to see the outside, together.
Braddock bellowed to open the portal thinking that the results would lead HYDRA to greater heights.
He wasn’t exactly wrong.
The cube started to levitate as the lights dimmed. A beam of light shot into the gateway creating a portal. Braddock ordered the guards and workers to get back, but it was too late.
You and Roxana could only watch in horror as black mist filled the room and giant midnight purple tentacles, tendrils, paws with extended claws and talons erupted from the portal. They tore into the guards and workers who were still in the room. All of their body parts (impaled or otherwise) were flung into what looked to be a mouth in the center of the portal. You tried your best to block it out, but you could still hear the crunches, squelches, and cracks of bodies along with their muffled screams.
As the last of the not test subjects were devoured, a golden orb traveled up the beam, through the cube, and split into two. The beds disintegrated as both of you were forced upright and facing each other with the orbs between you. Tendrils of golden light ebbed out feeling your souls deciding which one it will choose. Two of the tendrils paused in front of your eyes before glowing an ocean blue while Roxana’s glowed crimson red.
You shrieked as tendrils from both orbs shot into you. Their hooks pierced your skin through your fingers, eyes, mouth, toes, ears, and nose as the orbs shrunk to nothingness.
Roxana cried out to you in terror as rays of deep purple surged from your eyes and mouth and enveloped your form. The appendages deluged from the portal into the light. Your eyes became the abyss as several of the tentacles grabbed Roxana.
You didn’t register your dear friend’s screams until it was too late. All you could think of was hunger.
Once the mist dispersed and the remaining guards rushed in, all they found was you in the middle of the room tears streaming down your cheeks cradling Roxana's detached face. Everything else was gone.
You shouted at the guards to stay away from them only listening when your shouts turned into a legion of roars and tentacles shot out from your midsection capturing the guards.
Braddock commanded the restraining cuffs to be administered via magnetic force fields.
You didn’t fight back at that point. All that was on your mind was the anguish of devouring your only friend and the loneliness that will surely follow.
They moved you to a new base (you think) deep underground where they experimented with your new powers.
They found that you can manipulate various types of matter and energy. Braddock was pleased to find that Operation Hellcat wasn’t a complete waste.
Unfortunately, they could only get you to do damage control.
Though later, they found that you could turn various materials like limestone or plastic into something ‘useful’ such as gold, silver, moonstone, tungsten, uranium, titanium, and even a weird metal called vibranium after getting a starter sample from a man named Klaue.
They would ‘feed’ you once a month; usually, a target that needed to disappear. Fury was catching onto the disappearing bodies.
Not long after, you learned that you could absorb the memories and knowledge of those you devoured, but you kept that ability to yourself.
Your captors kept you well enough that the tentacles never came out. Made sense since they didn’t want a repeat of the time when you devoured ten guards when there was a lapse in the restraining cuffs. You chuckled when you overheard one of the guards saying that being sent to your cell was a punishment.
Two years into your ‘arrangement’, Braddock thought you deserved a ‘reward’ so they modified the cuffs to let you move around your cell. Though you guessed it was so that you would be less likely to lash out and devour more scientists.
You decided to redesign your prison into an amalgamation of your father’s home and what you glean from Roxana’s memories.
It was five months later when you met him.
You were starving as usual. They made you trans-mutate truckloads of sand into gold, titanium, diamonds, and vibranium. The guards mentioned someone called the Asset would be dropping off your meal soon.
You waited for 30 minutes until the door opened revealing a tall, somewhat shadowy figure of a man. He had chin-length Ponzu-colored hair with Seal Brown and Chestnut highlights; it was grungy yet silky. He was broad yet lean in shape, the perfect specimen to be their weapon.
But the most striking aspect about him was his eyes; blue, like the winter sea after a storm. Beautiful, yet frightened and forlorn.
What little cask of your heart broke for he too was also a prisoner.
You snapped out of your musings to hear him explain that your meal was of some diplomats that got in HYDRA’s way.
The exchange was terse, but you found yourself doing something for the first time in a while; you smiled and waved as he was leaving, if only meekly. He stopped and stared for about 20 seconds before the loudspeaker shouted in Russian for the Soldat to leave.
You chuckled as your smile grew. For the first time in over two years you were starving, and you hoped to see him again.
Your mystery deliverer visited you a few more times. After the fifth time, you were able to touch his hand and he reciprocated. It was exhilarating. No one has touched or wanted to go near you in years.
He stayed longer with each visit. It took some time for him to talk; he didn’t say much, but he had a deep, smooth voice. You didn’t really care. You just needed someone who wasn’t out to fuck with your life to talk to you.
The two of you would fall into a routine of you rattling on whatever occupied your mind’s eye and him listening sometimes smiling or touching your hand ever so often. The best visit was when he let you hug him loving the forgotten warmth it brought.
Once again, they had to eviscerate any happiness in your life.
Six months after the hug, your mystery acquaintance dropped off your meal but quickly turned to the door without so much as a glance.
You rushed over to greet him but stopped at the sight of his bitterly cold glower. Another man, Rumlow, butted in stating that the Asset could no longer be distracted finishing off with a cruel laugh at the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes.
They both promptly left before the tentacles could attack them as you fell to your knees consumed by despair.
Why did this have to happen to you?!
Your heart raged as your tears dried. You couldn’t keep living like this.
You wouldn’t.
You got your chance three years later.
The base was in an uproar; Project Insight had failed. HYDRA was exposed and going down in flames. The control room was bedlam with everyone scurrying like mice failing to notice the lapse on the monitors.
All it took was a clink to rouse you from your partial slumber. Your eyes shot open with a vengeful sneer marring your face. You sensed no one outside the customary three layers of your containment unit.
It seemed that your captors feared the cops more than you.
Their mistake.
You blasted the doors to your prison. Black mist filled the base. All 100 inhabitants stopped their scurrying in abject terror.
It was loose.
The guards closest to your cell were the first to fall. One of them cried out for help on his phone, but one of your tentacles ripped off his arm, grabbed his torso, and pulled his terrifying form into your voracious maws.
A science assistant could only watch in horror as tentacles seemed to grow out of their colleague’s navel increasing in size as they split the body with a vile crunch.
One of the higher-ups threw his secretary into the mist only for you to respond with a cacophony of shrills and impaling him with various-sized tendrils.
Their screams could've probably been heard for miles.
Only after you had your fill of every loathsome creature at the base and felt the welcoming warmth of sunlight did you regain consciousness with a massive belch.
You screamed as you fell to your knees tears streaming down your face.
Yes, you were finally free, but at what cost?
You had devoured Roxana, your only friend in this hellscape. You didn’t know if anyone from your family was still alive; you didn’t put it past HYDRA to hunt them down.
You never knew what became of the Soldat, your Soldat.
You had one thing though, the need for revenge.
Based on the memories you absorbed, HYDRA leadership was no more due to the utter failure of Project Insight and Natalia Romanova info-dumping the entire HYDRA archives.
There were still others associated with the now ‘shelved’ Project Hellcat.
You needed to find them and end them. If nothing else, to make sure no one else has to suffer like you.
Now you needed to make a plan. You found the closet functioning computer on the base and did some digging.
You finally learned of your Soldat. His name was James Buchanan Barnes, a WWII vet born in 1917.
“James!” you beamed as the front door opened to reveal your Soldat. Flying into his arms he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.
“Is this all for me?” Bucky peered over your shoulder at the feast on the table.
“Of course, silly!”
“You didn’t have to, y’know.” He scratched the back of his head, not sure what to make of your efforts.
“Nonsense!” you playfully swatted his muscled pecs, “I wanted to return the favor, and because I love so darn much!”
“Well, your feast is in the warehouse. I got a special treat just for you. I hope you like it.” Bucky pecked your lips pulling out your chair before his own.
“Oh thank you, Bucky!”you pecked his cheek before gesturing towards the food, “Now dig in before it gets cold.” you insisted grabbing a large plate of some of his favorites despite his protests.
It only took one bite of lasagna for him to devour the food with a near animalistic vigor. You beamed with pride seeing something you made bringing some happiness again.
“How was your trip?” you inquired chiding Bucky to finish his food first.
Bucky stopped eating, placed his utensils down, and kept his head down. “I...I saw Steve again.”
Your smile faltered.
You knew Steve Rogers was a sore subject to James. He nearly killed him multiple times during HYDRA’s fall. Bucky didn’t think he was worthy to talk to Steve again.
You didn’t believe that for a second, though you didn’t have room to talk.
“It still surprises me how much that punk’s changed and somehow still remains the same.” Bucky chuckled as you gently squeezed his flesh hand.
After Project Insight’s failure to launch, James went underground learning as much as he could about Steve Rogers/Captain America. He went to the Captain America wing of the Smithsonian. He could’ve sworn he saw a few toddlers recognizing him tugging on their older relatives' pant legs in hopes they’ll see a living legend.
Bucky tried to find his old neighborhood in Brooklyn only to find that it was either destroyed or renovated beyond recognition. It wasn’t until he went to a hole-in-the-wall bookstore that he found some respite in the form of an art book from one of Steve’s classes. That led him down a rabbit hole of picture books from the 20s to early 50s. There were pictures of activities he and Steve would do in their spare time as kids, Coney Island, the cinema across from old man Roscoe's Deli.
The tears nearly fell from his eyes in a deluge.
Memories of eating a sundae with his sisters and Steve at the local creamery, getting groceries for his ma while making sure she wasn’t carrying too much, pushing his sisters on the swings in the park, winning his first camera in a bet against the Desmond Boys, Steve convincing him not to sell said camera so he could score a date with Meredith, Becca first word being his name, finally getting Mason and his boys to leave Steve alone, and the blunder known as Rockaway Beach flooded Bucky’s mind.
James had to leave the bookstore before he was discovered.
He meandered down the street wondering what was left of his life. What happened to his sisters? Were they still alive? Did they have children or grandchildren? What became of his mother? How did she take the news of his death?
Bucky couldn’t bring himself to visit the cemetery.
James felt ashamed of himself. He wondered if his 40s self would’ve had a sick laugh at his present self’s expense.
One day, Bucky walked around his apartment block and saw a group of young children playing in a daycare playground.
They reminded him of you, his angel. Your eyes would glow with joy at the memories of helping your cousin with children at her office. He didn’t say much at the time, but he smiled and held your hand.
You were the final embers of light in his life.
Life was relatively quiet albeit filled with nightmares until he started to feel eyes on him. Several HYDRA fragments found him, so with a heavy heart, Bucky was once again on the run.
James was in London when it happened.
He decided to take the fight to HYDRA and tracked down a task force to a warehouse a few miles outside the metropolitan area. Fifteen ops surrounding him led by one of the head guards of Operation Hellcat. Nothing he couldn’t handle.
Dark gray mist filled the warehouse followed by a storm of black, violet, red, and gold mists concealing the source of the tempest of beastly roars and otherworldly wails. The unearthly sounds gave way to cracks, squelches, crunches, gargles, and screams of the men filled his ears all the while focusing on a familiar warmth around his waist.
The storm subsided to reveal his angel hugging and kissing his face with tears streaming down her face.
You finally found him.
Gently tilting up your chin, he sighed into a kiss that was every bit as wonderful as he imagined and more.
You were together at last.
“He’s still looking for me.” Bucky croaked unable to conceal his sorrow any longer.
“I know, James. I know.” you consoled as you pulled him into your arms kissing away his tears.
The sad thing is that part of Bucky wanted Steve to find him. But another part of him wanted to stay hidden. He didn’t know how Steve and the rest of his team would treat you once they discover what HYDRA did to you. Would they accept both of you with open arms? Or would they turn you into the authorities? Would they take you away from him?
He couldn’t bear you getting hurt like that again.
“Umm,” you started annoyed at your stomach’s insistent growling and the voices were getting louder demanding that you feed them, “Could we finish this later? I’m starving.”
“Of course, angel. Don’t worry about the dishes.” Bucky kissed your forehead, “Now go enjoy your feast.”
You strolled out of the brownstone towards the warehouse. The whole place was a reconstruction of the base that held you prisoner.
<<LET US FEED>>
‘Not yet.’
Opening one of the side doors, you entered and flipped on the lights. Spread out in a multilayered heart pattern were: 12 freshly dead cows, 10 freshly dead bucks, six freshly dead moose, five dead horses, a preserved hippo’s body, and 50 humans bound, blindfolded, and confused.
Smiling to yourself you made a mental note to thank Bucky for such a feast.
After removing their bindings with a wave of your hand, the living occupants of your meal stumbled and scurried around like fragile mice. You recognized most of them as upper HYDRA scum who managed to evade imprisonment, political figures with serious HYDRA ties, and several scientists involved with Project Hellcat including Drs. Walters, Beecham, Tomlin, Lamberti, Kumar, Mertens, and Wagner.
Lastly, standing in the middle of the arrangement was none other than Braddock.
They all seemed to stop moving when their eyes landed on you. Good. You wanted them to know that you’d be the last thing these scum see.
Black mist seeped in from the ground as you walked towards them. Several of the bastards, knowing this song and dance, tried to distance themselves from the group eyeing the walls for any possible exit.
One of them, a politician, stepped forward, “You look like a reasonable woman. I’ll give you anything! Money, power, you name it!”
You pressed your forefinger to your chin and pursed your lips, “Hmm, I want you,” you began disintegrating your clothes. Somehow the politician got aroused which made you feel even less for what’s next, “to feed me!” you grinned revealing your elongated fangs.
The royal purple and gold waves of your stomach tattoo started to rotate. Barbed black tentacles, tendrils, and claws swirled out covering your body and you became one with the mist.
The horny politician ran as he howled to the heavens in despair his fingers bleeding as he scraped the concrete floor. He gave in to his fate when he saw no one move to help him.
Why hasten their own demise?
His shrieks of terror were soon drowned out by crunches, cracks, and squelches as well as your moans of finally eating something filling.
You returned to the rest of the desperate souls licking your fingers, rubbing your ‘food baby’. Everyone saw the man’s face screaming in your belly before a tendril sliced it in half.
“Whew, that hit the spot!” you exclaimed after a loud belch, “But not nearly enough! So who’s next?”
Everyone else was in complete chaos. Some pushed each other forward, four almost fainted, and the rest screamed and begged to be released. You could’ve sworn one of them pissed themselves.
You sighed and tried again, “Okay, I’m gonna level with y’all. Anyone who makes it out these doors,” you gestured to the open exits, “by the time I count to ten gets to live. Alright?”
Everyone shut up and nodded.
“Okay, then.” your body already halfway blended into the mist.
“One…”
It didn’t take long to eat the rest. It was easy once you pulverized their legs.
You noticed Braddock wasn’t moving, so you created a light above his person. He was coughing blood but refused to move. He thought he was going to face death with dignity.
Pompous Idiot.
“Was it worth it?” you asked sauntering up to him in your human form.
His response was to spit in your face,” HYDRA would’ve ruled this world for all time if it weren’t for your pathetic feelings! Such power is wasted on you!!”
Braddock’s mind snapped and screamed as you transformed into your other form.
“Better to be an emotional monster than a fascist piece of shit!” you retorted as you gleefully devoured him delighted to be rid of him.
“Are you satisfied?’
<<VERY>>
“Good.” you winced gently pressing your knuckles into your overstuffed belly. You belched a few more times loving how full you were. Whether it was the voices or the pessimism that came with being held hostage and starved for 20+ years or the fact that you could finally eat your heart's content, feeling full always made you feel like everything was going well, if only for a mere moment.
You chuckled to yourself. Never did you think that you wouldn’t care if anyone heard or saw you do such things.
Guess it might be because you didn’t really have anything left to lose.
It took several months after securing your freedom to get an independent hold on your powers keeping the cuffs around just in case. You started hearing voices in your head as if they were a legion. They took pity on you and offered to lend you their powers as long as you kept them fed.
In time, you learned more about what you gained. You could: teleport through your mists, manipulate all kinds of materials, manipulate various forms of energy and even use it to satisfy your hunger (though the voices didn’t like it), and comprehend a lot more at a rapid rate.
You could even manipulate reality to an extent.
Though all of that couldn’t make up for what you lost.
You couldn’t eat ‘normal’ food as everything turned to ash after a few bites. You were always hungry having to consume the biomass of at least two large bucks and a cow every day to keep the voices at bay.
You couldn’t be in public for long lest you start seeing everyone as food. You dreaded the signs: your eyes would glow gold as your stomach would growl and drool would escape your mouth while the voices demand that you feed.
One day when you felt you had a good grasp on your powers, you tried walking in a park. You smiled and waved to children running around without a care in the world content to share in their joy.
You only lasted five minutes before your stomach growled and voices came back. You cried yourself to sleep that night feeling like an abomination wondering if everyone would be better off with you gone.
It always felt like there was a barrier between you and everyone else gleefully reminding you of what you’ve lost.
You trudged back to the brownstone once your ‘feast’ was digested.
You were happy to finally be rid of Braddock and his ilk as they could no longer destroy any more lives, but it just felt hollow. You were still bound to a being outside of time and space, and you couldn’t see your family without wanting to devour them.
You found Bucky in bed flipping through a vintage album of his old neighborhood.
“Thank you so much for the feast, love!” you gushed as you changed into a Delicate Sunshade Lace Kimono and thong.
“Had to return the favor after you said you were gonna make a feast of my favorites, sweetheart.”
“How did you find them?”
Most of the people digesting in your stomach were on the run once word got about your feedings. Some tried moving off the grid. One even got plastic surgery.
Braddock was the oddest. Bucky found them in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere hoping to die before you could find him.
“Doesn’t matter. They’re better off in your tummy making sure my angel is stuffed and satisfied.” he cooed in your ear kissing and rubbing your tummy for emphasis.
You giggled and playfully swatted him away loving how outgoing and playful he became once he was free of HYDRA’s control.
It was hard for you at first since he was a little stunned to see you after the initial kiss. You discovered that he was funny, caring, and thoughtful. It did take some time to have any physical relations though you were over the moon when your body didn’t see him as food.
If anything, he seemed to silence the voices for a bit.
Nine months passed before you had time with Bucky. It was amazing, even more so when you didn’t get hungry for five days.
“Have you talked to Erinma?” Bucky paused his playful demeanor.
Your eyebrows furrowed as your heart rate sped up.
You finally had the courage to seek out your family three months ago hoping to reconnect with them.
Unfortunately, both your father and Ngozika were dead.
Your father died in 1997 when his body gave out after suffering two strokes compounded by diabetes. The doctors figured the stress of losing may have played a part.
They tried everything they could to find you. The police gave up only after two weeks and the PI stopped after 14 months. Though you wouldn’t put it past HYDRA to quash the investigation.
Ngozika was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006. It would’ve been caught soon had the country cared to get universal healthcare. Her remission didn’t go as well as everyone hoped with her lasting about 3.5 years.
She died without ever knowing if you were alive or not.
You spent two nights mourning the loss of your father and surrogate big sister at their headstones. You would’ve stayed longer, but you had to feed.
Erinma did achieve her goal of becoming a pulmonary surgeon spurred on by the deaths of your father and Ngozika. Granted it did also land her $80K in student loan debt. She was forced to sell her childhood house and father’s motorcycle to come close to breaking even.
She even had twins, a girl and a boy named Kamharida (I shall not fall) and Ikemefuna (I shall not lose my strength).
You laughed bitterly. While you were truly happy for your sister, everyone thought you would be the one to have children, including yourself. Now it was a cruel fantasy.
You’ve entertained the idea of seeing your sister again as you desperately wanted to see her and be part of your niece and nephew’s lives. But you were terrified of your sister calling you a monster, though you couldn’t blame her for all the things you’ve done.
“I dialed her number...but I couldn’t say anything.” you sobbed.
What could you say? You were kidnapped by a decades-old white supremacist organization that tortured and experimented on you for decades. You were bound to a being that requires an ungodly amount of flesh to keep you from becoming a berserker of gluttony.
Sure, you were able to divert the lion's share of HYDRA’s assets to shell companies to supply yourself with the necessary biomass, but--
“Stop being cruel to yourself. You are incredibly kind, selfless, caring, and most definitely NOT a monster.”
“Never cry for you are my beautiful angel, my magnificent goddess sent from above.” He cooed as he kissed your tears, cheeks, forehead, and jaw with each affirmation. His thumb ran across your lower lip as his face broke out into a breathtakingly handsome smile.
It was so pure you could cry.
You hugged Bucky inhaling his smoked cedar, citrus, and aged leather scent. Once his scent calms you down, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him for a kiss.
James groaned as you part your mouth for him delighting in the sonata of flavors he’s feasted on, though a little saddened that’s the only way you can taste them.
You play with his silky locks as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline sporadically leaving love marks on your skin.
His calloused yet gentle hands undid the bow holding the kimono in place kissing your shoulders and upper arms. You gasped when he lightly grazed your skin with his canines encouraged by your whimpers and moans.
“My beautiful angel,” he rumbled sending shivers down your spine as he bit the juncture between your neck and shoulders.
Bucky was about to unhook your bra when you grabbed his wrist, pushed him down onto the bed, and tied his wrists to the headboard with black tendrils.
“Relax, love,” you instructed as you kissed your way down his jawline, neck, shoulders, chest, and upper arms. You gazed upon Bucky’s beautiful form wondering how lucky you were. Most men who looked like him were jerks to you in the past especially when they learned of your parents' accents. You still remembered the way some people looked at your mother at stores.
You narrowed your eyes as you lowered one hand towards his boxers and disintegrated them. Your fingers morphed into tentacles and tendrils of varying sizes wrapping around his jaw-dropping length giving it little pulls and tugs along the shaft. One tendril wrapped around his tip and squeezed scooping up the precum into your drooling mouth.
“Hmm!” You moaned at the taste: salty, tangy, and a little sweet.
Numerous smaller tentacles and tendrils slithered out of your mouth. Their pulls from their varied cups send jolt after jolt of pleasure. You felt his cock harden, but decided to draw it out by retracting right as he was about to go over the edge wanting to tease him from last time.
You finally let him cum after 20 minutes of teasing and five minutes of begging.
Bucky came with a roar as his eyes glowed red.
“Wanna do that again?’
You took his chuckle as a yes.
You got two more out of Bucky before he decided to switch growing impatient with your teasing.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you for that, angel,” he warned giggling as he flipped you over; his eyes glowing gold and his fangs elongating.
The sight of those never failed to make you wet.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart, “he growled as you pouted. He usually loved your bratty behavior in bed, but not now.
Bucky absorbed some of the tendrils from your skin and shot them back out gently spreading your legs.
You cast him an accusatory glance.
“Is that so? Then why are you wet for me?” he tsked licking his lips at the sight of you huffing in defeat.
Bucky grinned as he kissed and nipped your thick, plush inner thighs relishing in your moans. With his eyes locked with yours, he licked your slit while a small tentacle creeps from his mouth, its suction cups teasing your clit. Three more dive into your folds moving back and forth in a scissoring motion.
You moaned raking your nails along his scalp and the planes of muscle on his back.
James chuckled loving how you taste; so sweet with notes of honey and citrus. He could get drunk on this.
He alternated between eating you out and kissing/nipping your inner thighs while messaging the globes of your ass and the softness of your waist. He added to your sweet torture by sticking two of his fingers past your folds along with the tendrils still inside. He chuckled when you threw back your head in a moan mixed with a sob.
You grew frustrated with Bucky wouldn’t let you come even after 15 minutes of blinding pleasure.
“James, please!” you begged as he circled your clit again.
Bucky raised his head and murmured, “Let me adore you like the goddess you are, huh?”
You almost came at the spot when Bucky ordered you to look at him. His hair tie was long discarded with several clumps sticking to his face. His hooded eyes were black with lust, and his tongue was circling your clit with three of his fingers in your folds.
Bucky finally let you come after 45 minutes of teasing with a whisper.
You cried out as the dam of pleasure was finally released while he made sure to lap up every last drop of nectar.
Bucky smirked as he lifted you up and grabbed some pillows, “Turn for me, angel?”
You whined in protest not even recovering from the last orgasm.
He kissed both your cheeks, “Relax for me, okay? I promise this is gonna feel good. I'll take it from here.”
You moaned as his fingers dug into your thick thighs secretly loving how sensitive you were after the orgasm.
Bucky grunted as he situated himself between your thighs groaning at the sight of your blissed-out expression.
“Fuck, I’m glad you came into my life.”
“Are you ready, angel?” you nodded as he slowly entered you.
You hissed as your walls stretched for him never getting used to the size.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well!” Bucky praised you as he rewarded you by playing with your clit.
You cried out and he groaned. You from the sensations of Bucky playing with your clit plus stretching out for him, and Bucky from how tightly you were squeezing him.
Bucky looked down and saw: your hooded eyes staring back at him with love and lust, your full, plump lips forming a pleasure-filled ‘O’, and your coils framing your face like a halo.
“Bucky, please!” you begged as what little pain you first felt faded into pleasure.
He caressed your face with one hand as he started moving with slow, shallow strokes, only picking up his tempo once you gave the go-ahead.
Bucky left open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, hands, anywhere he could reach murmuring sweet praises with each kiss. You thought your heart would burst from feeling so loved.
You practically squealed in pleasure when Bucky reached your sweet spot. He stayed at that pace for another 30 minutes holding out so that the moment would last.
You were a sobbing mess blind to the world outside the two of you.
You both came at the same time, you with a moan and Bucky with a growl.
As you both lay in bed, glowing with a sheen of sweat, Bucky cradled your head in his hands.
“You will always be an angel to me.”
You nodded and bit your lower lip, “Can I be on top for round two?”
Bucky laughed as you flipped him over.
After Bucky carried you over to the tub to wash off, he cupped your cheeks, “Never call yourself a monster,”
You smiled as he gently wiped your tears away from your eyes with his thumbs.
You were about to thank him when your phone rang. Lumbering to the dresser you cautiously answered leaping with joy when you heard your sister’s voice on the other end.
Bucky beamed lazily at the scene before him glad that you were finally able to connect with your sister. He hoped better things will come.
He was about to rest his head against his pillow when he saw his own pulse with a text.
Bucky’s heart filled with dread.
It was Steve saying he was coming to bring him home.
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The last member of Alton Towers’ secret weapons (at least, for now), introducing the one and only Wickerman!
Wickerman, or just Wicker for short, is the youngest and most recent member to join Team SW.
He’s a fireball of energy with an enthusiasm that can almost rival Smiler’s, and is incredibly curious about the world of Alton Towers seeing as he spent all of his life being isolated in the woods before. Like most Beornen, Wicker feels very connected to nature and the woodland surrounding the park. He has a dislike of modern technology and believes it’s a bad influence on the world, you can typically expect to hear the phrase “kids these days and their god damn phones” from him, which does make the other guardians laugh given that he himself is a kid. Unlike the other Beornen though, Wicker is a lot more eager to discover new things and learn more about the modern world. He is fascinated by all of the fun events Towers puts on, with Scarefest being his favourite. Autumn and Winter are his favourite seasons in general, because he gets to use his fire to warm everything up. He’s not keen on Summer but that’s mostly because he’s terrified of bees. Wicker is very playful but also knows when to take his responsibilities seriously during important missions. He’s also sassy. Very much so. He’s not afraid to roast the other secret weapons (metaphorically) and has a very snarky sense of humour.
Wicker considers Thirteen to be his best friend, as they’re both kids who share a love of nature and are very playful. The two are often known to pull pranks on the other ride guardians and each other, with Galactica being their usual target as she’s the most “sane/responsible” one of the group and is often found “babysitting” the younger rides. The pranks have no malicious intent though, and it’s usually just typical silly kid antics like TP’ing the ride station or hiding things in trees. Wicker also gets along quite well with Thirteen’s neighbour Rita, and she’ll usually join in when him and Thirteen are being chaotic, giving them the nickname “chaos trio” among the other ride guardians. Though, Wicker really does not understand why Rita loves cars so much. Wicker tends to be a little aloof around the X-Sector duo, as they’re very focused around technology and he does not care for that. However, he’s happy to work alongside them, with Oblivion and Smiler tending to encourage his prankster nature. Smiler pranks him back a lot but Wicker doesn’t mind, it only motivates him to get him back even better! There’s a bit of a silent (but friendly) war between the two of them especially during big events.
As he represents the coaster that fuses wood and fire, it’s no surprise that Wicker’s special power is pyrokinesis. He can produce fire out of thin air, which he uses as an attack during battles against enemies, but he also uses it for practical things too such as cooking food and providing warmth on cold days. Oh, and sacrificing random parkgoers. That too. When confronted with something modern he doesn’t understand, his usual response is to freak out and try to set it on fire, but he’s gradually learning to understand that not everything new is dangerous, even if he still doesn’t like it.
Since ride guardians are completely invisible to most humans, with some exceptions, the Beornen can’t actually see Wicker, assuming him to be some sort of grand deity rather than just a kid running around in the woods. However, some humans have are born with the rare ability to see ride guardians, and one of the Beornen has this ability, serving as an Oracle that passes on Wicker’s messages to the rest of the group. I’ll probably explain this better in another post!!
As a member of Team SW, Wicker is still figuring out what that actually means. He’s learning to deal with his responsibilities and is learning more about the world as he does so. Since arriving at the park he’s made some strong friendships and is seen as the “youngest sibling” in the team’s found family dynamic. Over the years his confidence and trust in the others has grown, and though he may still be a little confused about some aspects of Alton Towers, he’s certainly got the spirit!
#alton towers#alton towers oc#wickerman#wickerman oc#alton towers wickerman#wickerman alton towers#theme park oc#rollercoaster oc#art#artist#drawing#my art#digital art#digital drawing
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so I saw someone else do this and I wanna put mine out to the internet SO- here's my stranger things s5 wishlist
-Hopper-Byers family [trauma-] bonding
-specifically involving Jonathan, like with either parent tbh
-"Byers Twins" teaming up... possibly super powers involved? like either Will has hidden powers or El helps him get some
-Wayne involvement PLEASE
-going off the former, bc the Duffers said the parents were getting involved, Dustin somehow setting up his mom and Wayne
-as sad as it is, explore Dustin's trauma
-Lucas's too, and honestly maybe they'd bond over it and help each other? they were such a great duo in seasons 1 and 2 and I want that back
-Steve and Robin have a new job at some sort of stupid children's pizza place lmao (Freddy Fasbear core hahaha)
-but in all seriousness they need to still keep a running gag of them having a job together at a new place every season
-badass Karen Wheeler teaming up with Nancy
-overall more parent/child bonding now that the parents will be involved ig?
-Eddie somehow PLEASE, ideally back from the dead but it seems more likely that they'd bring him back as a Vecna vision (that'd rip me to shreds but hey at least more content)
-feel like this is self explanatory but Max being okay
-BUT FIRST, Vecna using her as a puppet
-more of a theory I have that I want to be correct, but I want them to show where she is, if she's alive but El couldn't find her. since Max wasn't totally gone when Vecna got disintegrated, what if she's trapped in Vecna's mindscape?
-badass Erica moment. spoiler alert she actually single-handedly defeata Vecna by roasting him so goddamn hard he cannot recover
-please not let this end badly but I want a Steve and Dustin callback to the "no. if you die, I die" line. AGAIN tho nothing bad should come of it please
-let Sam Owens be alive. #justice for Sam
-let Dart somehow come back and help save Dustin #justice for Dart
-Mike and Nancy acting like actual siblings but like not just fighting. like, looking after each other
-holly being sentient, yk she'll be about 10/11 it's about damn time
-IF he does come back, I want a fucking Twilight-style scene to For Whom the Bell Tolls where the camera spans the Upside Down around the trailer, dramatically and all that. on the last bell chime in the intro when the bass starts, it zooms into Eddie, laying dead on the ground. a gnarly hand reaches into frame in front of his face, and Eddie's eyes fly open. boom roll credits as the song goes on
-lastly, I do not care WHO he gets this with. even if it's some rando. but I NEED a scene at the end where we see Steve driving a Winnebago, hair blowing in the wind, with his six little nuggets that he deserves. when they arrive at their destination, we see everyone [who survives lmao] possibly with their future families, setting up a little campfire and connecting like the goddamn wonderful little Found Family they are!!!
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#dustin henderson#erica sinclair#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#joyce byers#jim hopper#jopper#jonathan byers#arygle#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#badass nancy wheeler#karen wheeler#mike wheeler#holly wheeler#will byers#eleven#byers twins#wayne munson#claudia henderson#lumax#stranger things 5#stranger things theory#kas eddie munson#kas theory#dart#vecna
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OC meme: any or all of -- shaved ice & strawberry for inga & enca! pancake & family for dandelion!
😭🧡!!
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
INGA: I haven't thought about Inga's childhood too much yet, but she probably has a few things from back then. Inga and her siblings have always been very close with each other, even if they barely see each other anymore, so I like the idea that these things remind her of them. Perhaps a fruit tree that Vicia helped her plant and take care of at their childhood home. Something with pretty, red-purple leaves and rare, decadent fruits that Inga brought with her to the city she now rules over. Maybe a set of jewelry from Kuzu that he crafted himself. As showy as Inga and Kuzu can be, this set is a little more understated. Something with thin chains and delicate bells, earrings and necklaces and something to decorate her horns. She wouldn't be upset to the point of tears if she lost them, but she would still be very, very, Very upset. Bad mood. Wouldn't host any of her usual events for at least a week and a bit.
ENCA: They have an old, out-of-print vinyl record from one of Edith's first operatic recordings. I think in this iteration of Enca, it's a nostalgic reminder of their childhood. Warm sunset filtering through the windows, little dust motes in the air, the sound of her parent's singing filling the whole house. Edith twirling around with a young Enca in their arms, Enca making little half-chirps as they try to sing along. It's also just a warm reminder of Edith themself. I haven't decided if they just don't get to see each other as often, or if Edith is capital G Gone gone, but suffice to say Enca doesn't see them often (or at all) anymore. If they ever lost it, Enca would most certainly cry. Sure, they could easily find another recording, but it's not going to be this specific, physical copy that Edith gave to her because she liked listening to it so much.
🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?
INGA: Loves eating exceptionally high quality fruit and vegetables, though she doesn't like eating raw veggies very much. She likes when they're in the upper extremes of texture and flavor. If she she's eating sweet mango, it has to be the sweetest! mango. If she's eating lettuce, it has to be the crispest! lettuce. This lemon has to be so sour that it hurts her tongue. She's not a picky eater, but she loves to indulge her senses as much as possible, whenever possible. Her favorite is passion fruit! Likes the tanginess against the sweetness and also thinks the pulpy seeds are fun.
ENCA: Also likes to eat fruits and vegetables, but they tend to like mild or bitter flavors. Things like pear or pomelo, watercress or bittermelon. She really likes blood oranges! Just sweet enough, not too tangy, has that sort of berry flavor, and a pretty ruby color.
🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?
Mostly warm and savory things. Macaroni soup with chicken broth and chunks of ham, or rice porridge topped with a fried egg. Maybe a big, steamed or baked bun with roast pork or sweet red bean filling. Whatever combination of items, Dandi's comfort breakfast has to have at least a fried egg or some type of bright, round orange fruit (usually citrus). Really strong memory from their childhood in The Garage of sitting at the table, swinging their feet while someone peeled mandarins and fed them little slices, or helped them get a fried egg onto a piece of toast. A smile and a little nod while they ate and saying to Dandi, "Best to start the day with a bit of the sun."
👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them?
The people of The Garage are a group of mechanics, pilots, and engineers who, upon finding a young Dandelion with nowhere to go, collectively went, "Our child now." I haven't thought out individual members so much, but I imagine they're an eclectic bunch who are nevertheless caring and supportive of each other. They're the kind of people who would do Big Sandwich Night. Most, if not all of these people never raised a child before, but they did their best to learn and sought help when needed. Did their utmost to be just as caring and supportive. Taught Dandelion different skills, fed them a lot of good food, instilled in them an appreciation for Big Robot.
Dandi grew up close with their family, and they're still close with them now. They still frequently visit The Garage and go back to do maintenance on Lucky Punch. Always a good time getting everyone together to eat, or clambering up the scaffolding so they can get a better look at the cool new robot arm from the latest salvage run that somebody slapped onto their own mech.
#thank you!!#also benni invited to big sandwich night or equivalent always 😌#asks#rebootsnake#amberglow#courier mech pilots#(or whatever this setting ends up being called)#inga#enca#dandelion
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give me wg headcanons im bored and kinda tired
(trying my best not to unconsciously make this mainly about Becky and Tobey again lol-)
-Becky is the embodiment of "I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start biting people"
-She's radiates burnt out gifted kid energy constantly, but I'm pretty sure that's just canon- /hj
-Becky doesn't really hold back with her certain abilities anymore, since everyone just assumes she's just freakishly strong or fast or whatever, and don't have any idea that she's WordGirl except for Scoops and Violet
-Her mom does know about her secret identity as WordGirl, yes this entirely because of the ending of the Miss Power special because that scene lowkey made me feel something
-Why does it seem like so many people forget that Scoops has a pet pig, I love them sm- anyways I headcanon that his pig tends to act more like a dog in some aspects, and is also an unassuming guard dog
-Tobey is scared of Scoops' pig because it tried to chase him down after the Valentines Day episode, until Scoops calmed it down
-Tobey constantly picks fights that he has no chance of winning because he is just completely feral, although his opponents tend to run away pretty quickly at the sight of an angry looking Becky standing behind him
-Violet and Tobey have a sibling like relationship because I find the idea of them being siblings so funny, and they're both bi solidarity
-Tobey's mom is an overprotective mama bear, and one of the only people able to strike fear into Becky's heart
-Tobey, Violet, and Scoops' relationship with each other is still kinda shaky, but one thing they have in common is that if god forbid someone were to seriously hurt Becky, or at least attempt to then whoever it was better sleep with one eye open, as these three will be trailing after them
-Scoops tends to unintentionally roast Tobey, which both Becky and Violet find hilarious
-Also not really a headcanon but more of a footnote of sorts, but I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only people in the fandom who ships 7-Eleven (aka Becky x Violet x Scoops x Tobey x Victoria x Eileen x Rose but I'm not typing that out everytime I talk about it-) because I'm poly and starved for good polyamorous rep, and because I love the ship name, and just find the idea of all of them being together in a polycule, and just being there and supporting each other makes me want what they have-
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TIMING: a couple weeks before ‘run boy run’.
LOCATION: crow’s camp in the woods.
PARTIES: @ironcladrhett & @corvidaecrow
SUMMARY: Rhett brings Crow some food and they do a lot of internal reflecting because neither of them talk much.
CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions/implications of past sibling/parental deaths.
Crow was sitting by his camp, he was bagging food and preparing to take it up into the trees when he heard footsteps coming closer. Normally he’d be wary but he knew who they belonged to so he didn’t bother to look up when the older man came into view from the trees. He had met Rhett a little while ago and was used to him stopping by to drop off food. They exchanged a few words each time but never really had a long conversation. Which worked for Crow. He had never liked talking much anyway. He wasn’t used to small talk. Most the people who knew him had only talked to tell him to do better so his social skills were lacking.
Crow stood and hooked one of the bags to the bigger of several trees that held his shelter up off the ground. One he was sure it was secure enough he finally looked over to Rhett. “Old man.” He moved to relieve Rhett of whatever he was carrying. It was hard to get to Crow’s home if you didn’t know the way.
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When Rhett had stumbled upon a kid living alone in the woods, of course he’d been curious. Approaching quietly and cautiously as he would when stalking fae, the hunter had watched him for a while before deciding to announce his presence. It’d been tense at first, of course, but something about the young man reminded Rhett of himself some decades ago, and he was quickly endeared to the stranger.
In one hand, he carried a large paper bag that had a large bundle of dried and jerked meat, a container with sliced watermelon, cantaloupe, and honeydew, and the requested moon pies, four in total. Emilio’s comment sprang to mind as he passed the care package over, brow furrowing thoughtfully. “You been alright?” A quick glance around the camp would affirm this, but still… “Ain’t exactly safe out here. S’why I ask.”
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“I’m fine.” Crow always answered the same way when Rhett asked about how he was doing. He missed having regular baths but for the most part was doing pretty well for shaking up in the forest. He pointed to his nest in the trees. “Up high, bears can’t reach.” He knew there were other things than bears out here but really he had no idea what to call them, so everything unknown became bears and the best defense against bears, as far as he knew, was to be up so high they can’t reach you or your food.
Crow looked in the bag and his usually unreactive face lit up just a bit at the sight of the moon pies. He was quickly learning he had a sweet tooth, then again he never really had many sweets in the compound. He was also excited for the melon but again his face stayed mostly stony except for a slight raise at the corner of his mouth. “Appreciate it.” He’d have the melon some time tonight. For now it would be kept in a cooler he’d dug into the ground and slapped ice in. He put the jerky in the bag and kept out the moon pies, offering one to Rhett before opening his own. The first time he met him he admittedly tried to roast the older man but now they were chill enough for him to share food.
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It came as no surprise that the two of them had found common ground, once Crow had realized Rhett wasn’t a threat. Better off alone (or so they thought), comfortable in their silences… it really was like looking into a mirror sometimes. And while Rhett had eight children of his own, he’d not raised a single one of them. Crow was the same age as at least one of his kids, and perhaps a small part of the warden saw this as an opportunity to fill a hole he’d never wanted to acknowledge existed. Emilio had been a similar sort of compulsion, though they were certainly more like siblings than anything else. Still, the need to protect was a fierce one, and after the third or fourth time Rhett had visited Crow at his camp, the caster was firmly placed in the hunter’s short list of people he’d defend to the death.
Watching Crow take his first bite of the moon pie, Rhett grinned. “Y’like it?”
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Crow took a moment to take in the taste, face blank as always before giving a small nod and continuing to eat the rest. He was glad Rhett always agreed to bring him new foods to try, he hadn’t explained why he hadn’t gotten a chance to try it and thankfully Rhett never asked. He was happy he had gotten out and made it to White Crest, there were so many things he was learning about himself. He learned that he liked funnel cake best, that he enjoyed swimming and still loved playing guitar, that he didn’t like pumpkin spice or those things people called minions. This town was opening his eyes to a lot and he was finally feeling like he was beginning to understand himself. Like all the little pieces he couldn’t see before were starting to slip into place. He felt less like the Crow the cult had made and more like the Crow he was making.
“Anything new?” Crow was asking if anything had happened to Rhett lately, he wasn’t very good at small talk but most people rambled on for him anyway. He found he didn’t mind it as much as he did when his teachers had rambled at him, it also helped that he liked the sound of Rhett’s voice. Something about it was soothing, maybe it was the familiarity the two had built up.
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“New? Nahh,” Rhett answered, watching the kid from the corner of his eye. Emilio was probably right—he probably shouldn’t be out here all by himself, but what was the warden to do? He wasn’t going to force the kid to go anywhere, and convincing people of things had never been his strong suit. That required a lot more talking, which was something Rhett tried to keep as minimal as possible. “Best mate’s still a dumbarse, this town’s still fucked up, still haven’t found the fuckin’ lutin that ruined my life.” He laughed, shaking his head and taking a bite of the moon pie Crow had so generously offered. Demons were still running amok, fae were still slipping through his fingers with nary a repercussion… it was all the same as it had ever been, really. Terrible in every conceivable way. But there were moments, he supposed, that made it worthwhile.
“Got a spot by the lake, now. You ever wanna go fishin’, drop a line. Maybe we catch something exciting.”
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“Lutin?” Crow didn’t know that one. Then again he didn’t know most of them. He was starting to think he should try and find the library to see if he can actually start to educate himself on the supernaturals in the town. Crow was used to studying and while he didn’t like it very much he could force himself to do it. Maybe he’d be able to help Rhett with whatever a Lutin was if he did. If Rhett even wanted help. Crow wouldn’t overstep, it wasn’t his way but he also didn’t want Rhett to be bothered by something. He would just have to wait till Rhett asked himself while gathering as much information as possible.
“Will ask Teagan. Might not like. Protective of the fish.” Crow had had a run in with the fae and at first she wasn’t happy to see him. Something changed though and she eventually seemed to warm up to him even bringing him buckets of water to wash his clothes and self with. He liked her.
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“Aye. Little bugger, makes ya feel panic n’ anger n’ hysteria when it's near. Can make a whole town rip itself to shreds, if ya give it the chance. Bad things.” Rhett’s expression took on a faraway look as he recalled how his own family had fallen victim to such a thing decades ago. A family of wardens, no less. “Some folks think it’s funny. Too small to be a threat. They’re wrong. Dead wrong.”
Pulling himself out of the bad memories, the warden put on a soft smile. It was short lived, of course, dropping away again when Crow mentioned someone who was protective of the fish in the lake. “Oh? Hate to upset her.” But he would love to kill her. “Can go somewhere else.”
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Crow tried to think if he’d run into anything similar but no. Everything he’d tussled with so far had been much bigger than him and he never really got a sense of fear from them. Then again the lack of fear may be more on his part than the monsters not trying. “Will research. Be more aware.” He didn’t want to tussle with something that would take control over his emotions. He kept them in check for a reason, it was so he didn’t accidentally burn something he wasn’t supposed to. Someone he wasn’t supposed to. He didn’t want those close to him hurt. If it was Rhett in particular he was sure the beard would get burnt first, that would be a tragedy in and of itself.
“Okay.” Crow was fine with going elsewhere; it would save him from potentially upsetting Teagan. He didn’t want her to stop giving him cakes because of something like fishing. “She’s nice. Like her. You would too.” Not that he’d ever force them to meet if they didn’t want to. He wasn’t sure how he got so many people caring for him but he was glad. Their affection wasn’t superficial like it was in the cult. They didn’t like him because he was the conduit or one of the top fighters or the son of strong genes. They just liked him for being him. Sure some of them were tense around him at first but they seemed to lighten up quite a bit once he explained himself. He hoped they continued to like him no matter what happened with the cult. No matter what side of him they happened to see. It was strange to want to stay in people’s good graces, he hadn’t worried about it before.
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Rhett had doubts he’d like someone who sounded an awful lot like some kind of nymph, but then again, maybe they were just a hippie that was really into fish conservation… still might not like them, if that was the case. Rhett was a man that enjoyed his raw fish.
Talking with Crow during these little visits always made Rhett reflect on the upbringing of his own siblings. Crow reminded him of one of his younger brothers—a very no-nonsense fulla, even for as young as he was. Always had a stiff upper lip, but when you could get him to crack a smile… The longer he stayed in this place, the more time he spent investing in other people instead of trying to hunt down every last lutin until he found his lutin, Rhett could see why his parents had settled like they did. And in a lot of ways, these reflections made him regret his decision as a twenty-something to walk out on his partner and child.
But, he supposed, if he hadn’t done that, then he might’ve not met Crow, Emilio, Vida, Ari, Teddy, or anyone else he considered a friend. Every thought was bittersweet, so the warden eventually had to push all of them from his mind and stay focused in the present. Stay where it mattered. “Yeah, maybe I would,” he answered quietly, offering Crow a small smile. He could at least try, for the kid’s sake.
#. para ;#. para ; ever had moon pies#. with ; crow#wickedswriting#parental death tw#sibling death tw
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hi!
so I have this really really weird situation with my sort-of crush right now.
We both know each other for around a 3 months or so, and i feel we're pretty close friends but im not sure he feels we're THAT close yet, but we still talk sort of often.
we were pretty good friends, and we'd constantly roast each other, make fun... very play-fight type of friends.
so, i honestly just thought of him as a friend for quite a while, but there was this contantly lingering but unidentifiable feeling everytime i'd talk with him. I just brushed it off, because - well, I don't trust chemical reactions.
but then this one day i just realized that - i feel some sort of affection for him. whenever he smiled, laughed at my jokes, responded wittily, made eye contact with me, I'd feel so happy and feel the need to squish his face (haha im so cringey T_T)
and then i was like "okay, this is some kind of romantic affection, definitely" which was weird for me, because I'm ace and I've only ever had one other crush in my entire lifetime, and that was feeling was veeryy different. this was smthing weird, like - i just wanted to protect him at all costs, yknow? that kinda thing, but it wasnt very sibling-y either.
i told a few of my friends abt this while the crush grew, and i tried to interact more, but then this one day I tried talking with him and i figured that someone who knew told him that I liked him and after that, he started acting really distant with me, which I hated, because even if I did like him, I considered him to be a great friend, and I didn't want to lose that friendship. We texted fine, but irl, we barely spoke.
later on, i learnt that he likes another girl and doesn't like me romantically, but doesnt mind being friends with me. After that, I found the whole process of "making him like me" so tiring and gave up on my crush, which was surprisingly exhilarating.
currently, I've convinced him I just want to be friends and I did that to myself as well so now I don't feel any pressure or anxiety when talking with him and I just act as myself (which is so relaxing compared to when I was constantly overthinking everything i did around him). I like the relationship we have as friends but I do still sometimes wish for more.
I like not crushing on him consciously because i can be myself, but at the same time, i catch myself thinking about him or just giggling over how adorable he is or glancing at him whenever I see him.
I'm a little confused as to what we are right now, and more importantly what I'm feeling for him, and idk if maybe I might have a chance with him in the future? should I still make tiny attempts of flirting or trying to impress him or should I just let it be and go on its own course?
(i dont even know what point I'm trying to make here - I just needed to vent T_T)
Just needing to vent is so valid.
I'll attempt to answer your questions still but if the vent is all you needed, then feel free to ignore me lol
It seems to me that you are friends. That doesn't change if someone is crushing on the other. Friendship is separate to romance, they exist side by side. You are friends and you have romantic feelings for him. That's okay.
Getting caught up in what feelings mean and what words to use, I often find isn't helpful. I had a crush on my best friend for four years. It didn't stop us being friends but our friendship felt closer and different to others I'd experienced. When I would get frustrated trying to label how it was more than just best friends but not dating because he didn't feel romantically back, it felt awful. The reality is, words are flawed. Capturing our entire complex history and my emotions for him in one word wasn't going to be possible.
And this can be true for newer crushes on friends too.
In regards to a chance in the future, you might! But equally, you might not. It's okay to have your feelings and not force them away if you don't want to. In my experience, crushes on friends are difficult to force away. But I would let it fade when it does. Clearly, he doesn't want to lead you on, so holding onto hope isn't going to help your friendship.
And on that same topic, I don't think you should try attempts at flirting. You've both decided to be friends and not pursue romance with each other right now, I wouldn't push that.
In saying that, having a crush can be fun and exciting, and you're allowed to exist in those feelings and enjoy them. If you don't like them, that's valid too! But you don't have to be ashamed of them and you don't have to force them away if you don't want to.
I hope this helps!
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Title: If One Wasn't Enough Already… Chapter 7.
Fandom: King of Fighters
Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi
Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, Shingo Yabuki, Chizuru Kagura
Status: Completed (10 chapters)
Summary: [The remake of 2 Kyos - 1 Yagami]
[This story is set in between KOF96 and KOF97]
When everything seem to back to normal, Kyo has no idea about the new opponent lurking just around the corner, who might be a more intimidating and fearsome, than other foes.
Who is this youngman? How did he got there? What kind of business he has with Iori?
Read and find out.
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Some time passed. Finally, Yagami and the Kusanagi twins arrive at their destination place. Even if it was a quick trip, it was far from pleasant and peaceful for anyone.
The redhead had to persuade Kyos to sit together in the back seat because it was the only way to avoid the dramatic scenes and ruckus. Although, he could still feel the tension between these siblings because they could start a fight at any moment.
Fortunately, the Kusanagis have caused no problems aside from sitting as far as possible and ignoring each other. In the end, Iori hopes that this is the last day when he needs to deal with the two annoying, immature brats.
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After reaching the door of Kagura’s apartment, the redhead presses the doorbell. Soon enough, a familiar voice asks through the speaker ‘‘Who’s there?’’.
‘‘Just open the door, Kagura. There is something important I need to ask you. Or even better, see it by yourself.’’ Yagami replies in a slightly annoyed tone.
A couple of seconds pass. After the sound of an unlocked lock, this person opens the door.
As soon as the ebony-haired woman notices the third person next to Kyo and Iori, she raises an eyebrow ‘‘It’s unusual for you to show up together with the Kusanagi like this. And who is this person? Is this a new relative of the Kusanagi clan that I’m not aware of?’’.
However, the older Kyo indignantly responds ‘‘Oi, that’s rather a stupid ques- !’’.
Unfortunately, Yagami instantly shuts him up by covering his mouth and answering Chizuru ‘‘So we came for your advice. Maybe you would know anything about this.’’. In the end, she lets them inside.
After Kagura invites her guests to the living room, they sit on the couch.
When Iori sits in the middle of the couch, the twins join him and surround him. While Chizuru sits in front of them, she asks in a serious tone ‘‘I don’t understand. Is this some sort of joke? Who is this Kusanagi twin?’’.
Yet, the younger Kyo, who sits on the left side, defends himself ‘‘It’s not my fault that this freak showed up from nowhere and attacked me! Hell, he could also use the same flame as me.’’.
The older Kusanagi tries his best not to lose his temper and resist the temptation to roast his look-alike. After he rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, he resentfully comments ‘‘I understand Yagami might be too dumb to realize that this thing is only a mere clone. But you… I thought you were smarter than that. Can you explain to that moron that this creature somehow survived the NESTS experiment? Maybe only then his stubborn ass will do something.’’
Just as the younger brunette is about to get up and open his mouth, he gets stopped by the redhead’s palm and his command ‘‘Sit! Just what you were thinking?’’.
Meanwhile, Chizuru is more and more confused.
As Iori facepalms, he complains ‘‘And this is what I had to deal with since yesterday. First, one idiot shows up and acts like an arrogant child. Then, another one storm in and throws a tantrum.’’.
After a moment, the ebony-haired woman comments ‘‘Perhaps, it’s the consequence of the Orochi’s broken seal…’’.
Suddenly, the older Kusanagi slams his palms against the coffee table ‘‘What!? Again? Ugh… Haven’t we beat his ass last year? For god’s sake, I thought these Hakkesshus were all fucking dead!… Okay, who is behind this time? Who the fuck is asking for trouble? Shit… I just escaped the living hell, and wiped out an entire herd of ugly clones and NESTS just for this!? For the love of the, give me a rest!’’.
As the Kusanagi widens his eyes and roughly breathes, everyone remains silent in the room.
In the end, Yagami covers his face and shakes his head while asking in a disappointed tone ‘‘What are you talking about? Did you hit your head somewhere?’’.
Of course, the redhead’s reply shocks the older Kyo, and he feels betrayed by these words alone.
‘Either he is doing this purposely, or he forgot what happened to them. Once this is over, that stupid Yagami will get what he deserves for acting like an ignorant fool.’ Or so, the brunette thinks to himself as he shakily clenches his palms into fists and cracks a nervous smile.
Meanwhile, the younger Kusanagi slightly moves away to the end of the couch as he questions life choices.
‘What is his problem? Why does he have to act like a victim and make such a scene?’ He wonders about his twin.
Suddenly, the older Kyo turns to Iori’s side and replies in a mocking voice ‘‘Well, excuse me if you were blown away and hit your empty head during the sealing process. Maybe thanks to that, you lost all your remaining brain cells, you fucking moron! Oh, or perhaps, when you got electrocuted also did a good job on you, and you lost all your memory?’’.
That’s it! It is the last drop of the redhead’s patience. He cannot allow being insulted by some Kusanagi brat. Unfortunately, he can’t finish him up at the same spot because of their current place and time. For now, Yagami growls at Kyo, who cracks his knuckles and is about to fight back.
Just before this escalated into a conflict, the shrine maiden quickly responds. After she stands up, she scolds these idiots ‘‘It’s not the time for the fight! You should save your strength before the incoming battle against the legendary demon. After all, the world’s fate depends on us, and we cannot fail. If I see even the tiniest argument between you two, I’ll lock you together in the same room until you get along.’’.
Fortunately, it got the attention of the Kusanagi twins and Iori, who only silently stared at Chizuru. For sure, this punishment sounds even worse than any imaginable torture. Besides, the redhead and the twins know it was wiser not to test this woman’s patience or else no god or devil will save them.
After she puts them into their place, Kyos politely apologized while Yagami indignantly turns away.
When Kagura sits, she calmly explains ‘‘Anyway, Yata mirror will show whether one of the Kusanagi could be the Hakkesshu clan’s secret servant or not.’’.
As she notices that the younger Kyo is stressed and confused, she comforts him ‘‘Yata mirror never lies and only shows the truth. So, don’t have to worry if you are Kusanagi.’’.
Suddenly, she makes big innocent eyes and asks the redhead ‘‘By the way, Yagami, you haven’t arrived on foot? Or have you? You see, my motorcycle is broken, and I left the Yata mirror in the shrine. So, could you drop us there?’’.
While she holds her palms together and closes her eyes, she patiently waits for the answer.
In the end, Iori realizes he has to play along if he wants to get rid of Kyos and never see them again. After he rolls his eyes, he sighs ‘‘Fine… If that means I don’t need to deal with you anymore.’’.
Lastly, Kagura delightfully replies ‘‘Great! It seems that you finally took this seriously.’’.
‘‘Whatever.’’ Iori silently murmurs under his nose.
More importantly, during this trip, there will be another adult person to monitor these twins. Or so, the redhead comforts himself.
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After a while, the Four Sacred Treasures arrive at Kagura’s shrine, and Chizuru tells Iori and the twins to wait outside. So that no one would disturb her while she contacts the spirits of the Yata mirror. And thus, the trio would need to survive without killing each other until Kagura is done.
Some time passes, and the ebony-haired woman finishes preparing for the ritual. The darkness fills the room. Yet, as she casts the enchanting spell, the platinum light radiates from the sacred relic.
As the vague image in the Yata mirror becomes clear, it shows all the wanted answers to this woman. Lastly, Chizuru widens her eyes and remarks in a shaky voice ‘‘It cannot be… Then, it means…’’.
Suddenly, the wind rustles the tree leaves around the shrine, and several crows fly away.
Meanwhile, the redhead is bored, and Kyos nearly falls asleep as they bathe in the warm sunbeams.
Yet, the slamming door interrupts the peaceful moment. After Kagura appears, she speaks up in a serious tone ‘‘I need you to gather inside the shrine.’’. For sure, whatever she saw in the mirror isn’t promising.
When everyone is inside, Iori sits on his knees and in the center of the Kusanagis. While Chizuru is in front of the trio, she announces ‘‘I’ve contacted the spirits of the Yata mirror, and it shows that both of the Kusanagis are the same person.’’.
As the redhead nervously cracks a smile, he shakes his head. ‘‘You must be joking, right? Are you sure that your mirror has made no mistakes?’’ Yagami asks in disbelief.
Yet, Chizuru keeps a serious look and replies ‘‘You should never doubt the Yata mirror.’’. When she stares at the brunette from Iori’s left side, she comments ‘‘This Kusanagi is the one we know, and he belongs to our world.’’.
After the shrine maiden looks at the Kyo from the redhead’s right, she continues ‘‘And this one is from a near future. Because of the strong force interfacing, he is stuck here. This Kusanagi must return to his timeline before another great disaster occurs.’’.
Meanwhile, the older Kyo refuses to believe what Kagura said. Firstly, he encountered his look-alike. Then, he gets treated like an alien. On the other hand, if this woman is right, it makes sense why no one believes him.
Suddenly, he gets returned to his senses by Chizuru’s questions ‘‘When did you arrive in this world? Whom else have you met?’’.
While the older brunette rubs his nape, he answers in an unsure voice ‘‘What are you talking about? I’ve always been there. Maybe your mirror got broken after Orochi’s sealing. That’s why it might only have the memory of me in the past. Therefore, it mistakes that cheap clone with me.’’.
Kagura only closes her eyes and exhales. After opening her eyes, she patiently explains ‘‘Kusanagi, do you know what year is now? It’s only the ‘97, and Orochi hasn’t been resurrected yet. You defeated it in your timeline, but not here. I saw what happened to you afterward - your disappearance and what you went through. However, none of this happened in our world.’’.
The more Yagami listens to this conversation, the more he is anxious. It’s already annoying to deal with one pesky Kusanagi’s heir. Unfortunately for him, thanks to an unexpected wanderer, his problems only double.
Lastly, Iori asks Chizuru in a demanding tone ‘‘What should we do about these two? If anyone sees them together, it will only cause trouble and unnecessary noise. There is no way that I let them live in my apartment any longer.’’.
Such questions only make the ebony-haired woman smile ‘‘Oh, but you don’t need to do this. Although, that was kind of you. The original Kusanagi can return to his home. On the other hand, the Kusanagi from the future has nowhere to stay, has he? So, could you let him stay for a bit longer at your place? Or at least until I’ll figure out what we can do to help him to return home.’’.
‘Oh no… Not again. Why do I have to be surrounded by the bunch of fools who keep using big eyes and get away with it?’ Iori murmurs as he accepts to carry his cross and take care of Kyo.
Meanwhile, the older Kusanagi teases Iori in a cheerful tone ‘‘Oi, Yagami. You don’t need to be so salty.’’ and keeps his smug face ‘‘It’s nothing that I’m going to eat you. Besides, that little bastard will be gone.’’.
As the younger brunette observes this scene, he stares at Kagura and addresses her while pointing at his look-alike ‘‘And you wanna say that this cocky bastard is me?! You gotta be kidding me. No way in hell that he is me! Nor did I let that crazy pyromaniac anywhere close to Yagami. That dangerous prick can snap his neck during his sleep! Hell, I don’t wanna that Yagami’s stupid ghost will haunt me! ‘Cos he will never leave me at peace.’’.
While the younger Kyo aggressively stares at his replica, the older one reflects that gaze and swooshes his hair.
The Kusanagi from the right side addresses Chizuru ‘‘That’s right! This lousy brat is not me. Even Shingo can make better flames than him. More so, he lacks my charms and skills and nowhere near has the grain of my power!’’.
For sure, such an insult shocks Kyo from the left. After standing up, the brunette’s eyes burn with pure rage for his opponent while he cracks his knuckles ‘‘You’ve gone too far, pal! Don’t tell me I haven’t warned you.’’.
When his look-alike stands up and thrusts his chest forward, he gives a mocking gaze ‘‘Oh~ You leave me no choice. I’ll roast your chicken feathers!’’.
At that moment, everything ceased to exist for these stubborn Kusanagis. Meanwhile, Iori uses this in his advance. Just as Chizuru was about to stop them, Yagami gives her the gaze saying that everything is under his control.
After the redhead stands up and steps back, he extends his arms at Kyos. Lastly, he smacks their heads ‘‘Will you stop fighting!? Shut up and listen to the adults!’’.
As the Kusanagis rub their heads, they speak up in unison ‘‘You asshole…’’. Fortunately, such an attack helped them to cool down.
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In the end, Yagami takes his leave and takes Kyos with him.
Fortunately, the redhead only needs to take care of one brunette instead of two. More importantly, it can be a good chance to learn more about him and what happens in the future.
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