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dotster001 · 4 months

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When You Escape Him; Ignihyde

Summary: Yandere Idia x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

A/N: okay, here's the thing. I know technically Ortho is one of the first year crew now, and thus, he is technically as old as we are. However, in my head he has been ten years old for so long that it's hard for me to see him that way. I tried to think of a way this could work platonically, and I came up with nothing for this prompt. So no Ortho for this one. Sorry friends 🤷🏼‍♀️ also, I know this is not an 18+ blog, so some of you are minors, in which case, I am not judging you for liking Ortho, if that is the case. I'm just saying it's a no for me.

CW: tranquilizer darts, minor character death, yandere stuff

Other Parts: Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

You couldn't help but be…. suspicious. Idia had only grown smarter, and more creative over the years, which made you wonder…did Idia build your son? Flaming blue hair wasn't common.

But he aged normally. So he couldn't be an Idia creation. So maybe it really was a coincidence?

Not something you could worry about right now as the two of you hid from S.T.Y.X robots.

The fact that you'd made it a year was pretty good, if you were being honest. You didn't have clearance to leave the Isle of Woe, but a scorned ex employee of Idia’s had let you stay hidden in his home. He didn't even make you pay rent because, in his words, keeping that pretentious bastard's favorite things away from him was payment enough. Aside from that little spiel, he was a sweet guy. Which is probably why he was fired.

But someone must have ratted you both out. You'd heard a shot downstairs, followed by his pained groan. A groan that was only as loud as it was for the sole purpose of alerting someone hiding upstairs.

You were hiding under the bed, with your son. The man had lined the beds with materials the S.T.Y.X bots couldn't scan through. You didn't have much faith though. Not that you had a plan if you did manage to hide from the bots. Either way, this was probably game over for you.

But you'd rather game over didn't come from Idia.

You stayed quiet under the bed, as you heard the bots start wrecking rooms. One particularly loud crash woke the baby. You hurriedly rushed to calm him, but he started crying. You couldn't blame a kid for being a kid.

Bots rushed to your room, and threw the bed you were hiding under across the room. They all pointed their tranquilizers at you, as one of the bots stomachs displayed Idia’s visage.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, please come home,” he cried. You didn't even know how to respond to that. You would have thought he'd be angry, but that would have been out of character for him.

“I know, I'm the absolute worst, but I'll be better for you! Please don't keep my son from me!”

Bargaining. Nice.

“I'll let you go outside for an hour a day. I'll buy you whatever you want. Please, please,please, please, please.”

“Oh my God! Idia! What I want is fucking freedom!” You snapped as you continued to try and calm the boy.

“I…I can't…”

“Yes you can!”

“I need you!”

“Well I don't want you!”

His eyes widened for a moment, completely taken aback. Then they narrowed, as he bit his lip in disdain.

“Fine.”

One of the bots hit you with a tranquilizer dart. You cried out, but were quickly distracted from the pain as a bot took your son from your quickly numbing arms.

“No,” you groaned, reaching out as quickly as your body would let you, which was not very fast.

Your eyesight was darkening as the bots began to leave the room, leaving you alone with the bot projecting Idia.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Your vision faded as you were left alone in the room, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

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mechaknight-98 · 2 months

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Festival Prep (NSFW) FT Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: An Epilogue to festivities and technically a prologue to another piece that hasn’t been named yet. Enjoy needy Breedy Kura

Part I

The next day, the two woke up to a loud yell, signaling the return of the other Fimmies.

"Yunjin, chill out. You know Sakura is still asleep," Porter, Yunjin’s boyfriend, said as Yunjin rushed through the dorm.

"But I've missed my favorite Unnie’s birthday, and I need to make sure she's okay. Good Morning Kkura unnie ah, holy shit…" Yunjin’s outburst was cut short when she saw the young man lying shirtless next to Sakura. He raised himself to face the voices he heard, with Daigo's still-closed eyes turning towards them before gently patting Sakura awake.

As Sakura woke up, she realized they had slept through their planned breakfast and second date as a couple. She noticed the shocked expressions of Yunjin, Porter, Chaewon, Aaron, and Kazuha standing at the door.

Confused, Sakura asked, "What is it?" Everyone pointed to Daigo, whose eyes were still closed as he adjusted to being awake. Sakura turned to see Daigo and her face flushed red.

“Mrs. Miyawaki,” Porter teased.

"I can explain," Sakura said. Daigo, now fully awake, looked amused as Sakura tried to explain their late date and why he stayed over.

"Right," Yunjin said sarcastically before turning to Daigo. "So, what's your name, tough guy?"

"Oh, my name is Daihirou Godbolt, but everyone calls me Daigo," he replied.

"Your first name is Daihirou?" Sakura was surprised, having always thought Daigo was his first name. Daigo explained that it was a family tradition.

“Daigo… I like it,” Chaewon said cutely, causing Sakura to feel a strange pang of jealousy.

"Daigo, wait, are you the Warlock main who played Destiny 2 with Kura?" Kazuha asked, vaguely recognizing the game.

Daigo nodded, and everyone seemed to recognize him.

“Well, I never expected you to be so…” Yunjin hesitated before settling on "tall," causing Sakura to feel a protective rage over Daigo, despite his towering presence. Daigo remained oblivious to the tension.

“So, besides playing games with Kura Noona, what do you do for work?” Porter asked.

“Oh, that's classified. I'm not being hyperbolic; it's classified, got a clearance and everything,” Daigo explained, prompting chuckles.

“Okay, well then we'll leave you two alone now,” Chaewon asserted, ushering everyone out. Finally, Sakura's tension eased as she turned to her boyfriend.

"Ya, why did you let Chaewon look at you like that?" Kura asked annoyed. Daigo squinted, confused, but before Sakura could react, Chaewon walked in, reminding them of their plans to meet up with their friends to celebrate Sakura’s birthday. Sakura nodded and shooed Daigo away.

As he got ready to leave, Sakura walked by and playfully slapped his butt, smiling as she enjoyed the jiggle. "I'll see you later, stud," she said, and Daigo rolled his eyes but kissed her on the cheek before departing. Sakura smiled as he left, but her smile faded when Eunchae entered the dorm.

“Are you Kura’s boyfriend?” Eunchae asked teasingly. Not feeling threatened, Daigo replied, “Yes, I am,” which excited Eunchae, who eagerly prompted him to tell her everything.

“Well, first things first, my name is Daigo,” he said, and Eunchae recognized the name, squealing with excitement.

“You played Destiny with Kura,” she exclaimed, pointing at his Sunshot tattoo. Daigo, defeated, admitted, “Destiny 2,” as Eunchae teased them about their shared interest.

“So, what else is interesting about you, Mr. Daigo?” she asked with a mischievous smile. Daigo hesitated but decided to share that he was a paranormal investigator for Fortune 500 companies. Eunchae looked confused, causing Daigo to laugh.

“I hunt monsters,” he clarified, though Eunchae still seemed bewildered. Daigo found it easier to open up to Eunchae, seeing her as an annoying little sister, and shared some truths about himself.

As Daigo engaged with Eunchae, Kura observed him and found his mannerisms endearing, despite knowing he was a bit unusual. She particularly loved his awkward high-five as she watched them interact. After Eunchae left, she bumped into Sakura.

“Oh, Unnie, I met your boyfriend. He's weird but funny. You should have him around more,” Eunchae teased, eliciting an eye roll from Sakura.

“No,” she said firmly before walking back out to Daigo who be as prepping to leave. Sakura felt the urge to pounce on him and fuck his brains out in their living room right then but resisted. Sakura didn't know what was going on with her but for her and Daigo there was this unrelenting need to fuck the other into a stupor, but that would have to wait.

"Hey, Daigo, can you walk with me to the restaurant?" Sakura asked shyly. Daigo smiled and replied, "Sure thing, Kura, technically it's still your birthday. At least according to Freedom Time."

As the couple walked to the restaurant, Sakura expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thanks for coming, Daigo."

"Well, I missed a quarter-century, so I had to make it up to my Megastar idol friend," Daigo replied, a hint of remorse coloring his usually dry wit.

Curious, Sakura asked, "Hey, how did you get my address?"

"Oh, I have my ways," Daigo answered cryptically.

"That's kinda creepy," Sakura remarked.

Daigo stopped and turned to face her. "Kura, we've sent letters, games, money, addresses, and God knows what else to each other over the years. At this point, if we gave each other any more information about the other, we would have to be legally classified as married."

Sakura laughed as memories flooded back. "Oh yeah, that's right," she chuckled. "If we were to get married though, you're taking my last name," she teased.

Daigo knew Sakura was joking but a fire lit inside him to put his breeding bitch in her place

“No, I am not. We are either doing both of our names hyphenated or you're taking mine. I don't want my breeding bitch having ties to another man even if it's her father or grandfather. I want her to be mine and mine alone” Daigo said confidently and with authority but also a cheeky smile to let Kura know he was joking (somewhat). He wasn't loud about it either. He spoke just enough so that Sakura could hear him and his tone. The change in his tone was instantly felt by Sakura though who felt a burning heat in her core. It was so intense she almost pounced on him right then and there. She had to take a short break then said to Daigo

“Babe you can't be saying things like.” Sakura’s tone and body language were needy.

“Why does my breeding bitch not get enough last night?” Daigo's voice echoed his tone from the previous night as he teased driving Kura’s neediness to new heights. She glared at him and then continued walking despite desperately wanting him to take her then and there.

Daigo teases Kura with, “Don’t worry I fill you up after this lunch of yours.” Daigo said calmly. Kura turned to her stud and rubbed her thighs together

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Kura said in response her body screaming at her to take this man down an alley and do terrifying things to his body, but in classic Daigo nonchalance he laughed it off. After that, the couple arrive at the restaurant. They were in the first group to arrive along with Yujin Wonyoung and Eunbi. The three strangers stared at Daigo suspiciously. Daigo oblivious to their attention waves kura off and walks away.

“Hey, Unnie who was that?” Yujin asked intrigued about him,

“Oh, that was Daigo, my gaming buddy and boyfriend. Sakura said with a smile. The girls look at her with surprised looks. Eunbi laughed and said

“Well, you picked a cute one Kura. Would you mind sharing him?” Eunbi praised and joked. Sakura didn’t appreciate the way Eunbi looked at her stud.

“Well Unnie I do have excellent taste and I will not be sharing because he is mine,” the biting undertone of Sakura’s voice was surprising to all present. She resented how possessive she felt over him but any thought directed to him and her separating ways drove her ballistic. Eunbi Yujin and Wonyoung also noticed this and made notes not to joke about stealing her boyfriend.

Kura arrived at the hotel seething. She hated the way her body made her feel when the girls saw Daigo. Couldn’t her sisters she that he was hers? They looked at her stud like a piece of meat. It made her so angry she just wanted to fuck Daigo in front of them and show them he was her stud alone. Thinking about fucking him made her wet and hot so she began to take off her outer layers as she neared Daigo’s Door. When he opened the door she threw her top at him.

“Strip now.” was her simple command. She closed the door and locked it behind her. She quickly disrobed as Daigo wasn't Far behind. Daigo saw fury and lust in Sakura’s eyes, and despite his understanding of her neediness he checked in with her emotionally first

“Kura are you okay,” Daigo asks. Kura breathes in deep before pinning him to the bed and tearing off his clothes.

“Your breeding bitch needs her stud,” she says raspily as she lines her entrance with his rod. As Kura sinks further into Daigo’s cock. Daigo groans as Kura rides him. Her breasts sway mesmerizingly in the amber light of the golden hour

“Don’t those sluts get it? This dick: mine. This ass: mine. This fucking heart: mine” kura says taking a break as she grips the various pieces of Daigo she was referring to. She rides Daigo slowly hoping to draw his biggest load yet out of him. Despite being on the pill she held this almost insatiable desire to be bred. Her walls tightened around Daigo as she thought about him filling her up causing him to moan loudly, “That’s it, stud moan for your breeding bitch tell me how good it feels and how my pussy is so much better than those other sluts.” Sakura cooed

“Fuck Kura this tight pussy is gonna make me cum.” Daigo warned.

“Do it. Fill me. Fill me so much that my womb can’t help but swell with your children. Fuck a baby no twins into my cunt.” Sakura demanded, and a familiar switch flipped in Daigo’s mind as he lifted Kura and began slow, methodical yet powerful thrusts to match her riding.

“You’re so hot you know that. When I walked with you today I had to hold back my urges just to fuck you in front of everyone to show them who you belong to. Men and women want you but you’re mine you know that.” Daigo stated and Sakura moaned

“Oh God yes.” She said as her stud reassured her. Daigo went in for another kiss as his mind only became focused on Kura and ducking here senseless his skin had gone numb except for the pleasure their union gave. Sakura picks up her pace as Does Daigo as they near their mutual release.

“Please, please, fill me up. I need your cum. I need it. Make me pregnant so everyone knows I’m yours. Please Stud. Breed Our bitch. Sakura pleaded giving into the screaming demands of her needy body

“My goodness such a needy bitch. Is your need for my cum more than your career love.”

“Please give me a litter of pups. Make your breeding bitch a mommy.” Sakura moans as she hits her peak. This combination sends Daigo over the edge as he unloads a hot load into her womb. Both are too far gone to worry about the consequences already caught in the riptide of a breeding frenzy taking over their bodies as they quickly fuck and fuck and fuck until they fall asleep. The next day Kura wakes up to several texts and calls. She looks to Daigo who looks worn out, and kisses his cheek. He stirs awake barely.

“Morning stud. I have to go but thank you for satisfying me with my birthday.” Daigo nods

“Anytime Kura.”

Kura smiles, “see you at Coachella then?”

Daigo nods

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swappingbryn · 14 days

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Best Purchase

I knew I would likely not be able to achieve ALL my fitness goals, but I still wanted to try and achieve some of them. I was on the wrong side of 30, not balding but my head was thinning, I gained the “freshman 15” and it grew like compound interest, and I had little visible muscle.

After a year of strict diet, exercise, supplements, I had lost about 20 pounds of fat, gained some muscle, but I was fat from where I wanted to be and from where I thought I would be after all this hard work.

I kept seeing ads for a clothing brand “Midlife Changes,” which I only remembered because I thought it was strange that a company called “midlife” would have only influencers as models. However, they had lots of five star reviews and nothing below a 4, but the weird thing was that all the reviews were short or had no comments. Their prices were high, so I only bought a shirt from the clearance page called “Ragin Ray.”

It arrived in a small, nondescript package a week later (since I refused to pay for expedited shipping). Inside the package was a note thanking me for my purchase, a request to leave a review once I was satisfied, and instructions. I thought it was strange to include instructions with a shirt, but figured it was just washing instructions, but it was a detailed note explaining how to use it. I was to shower, then wear it to bed, the entire following day, making sure to work out as much as possible, not to shower or remove it, and sleep in it once more, and only then should I remove it and shower and then was the shirt. I thought it was stupid, but figured I had nothing to lose. I waited until Friday night, so I’d have all day Saturday to follow the instructions, I showered, put on the short and went to bed.

I woke up the next day and I felt different, and once I saw myself, I realized I was at lease 10 years younger. I wasn’t big, but I was younger, and with the extra time, I knew I could make better gains.

I wore the shirt all day as instructed, and went to the gym for two hours that morning, when I’m usually exhausted after one hour. Went home for lunch, I wanted to shower since I smelled but I held out, then knowing I couldn’t go out with friends or do anything since I was sweaty and smelly, I went back to the gym. I did another 3 hours. I was drenched in sweat but still felt good. When I went to the locker room, I saw my reflection, I was amazed, I was huge.

I went home, had a small dinner and went to bed. I refused to deviate from the instructions. I woke up Sunday and KNEW something was different. I ran to the bathroom and realized I was even bigger. As per the instructions, I removed the shirt, got in the shower and explored my body. It felt amazing, huge muscles, hard abs, and my dick was almost 9”. I exited the shower and when I entered my room, it was all different, trophies all over the wall, messy bed, a desk, and a closet full of clothes that for me, the new me.

I threw on some clothes, grabbed my phone and wallet and went to the gym. When I arrived, the desk attendant, who never paid attention to me before, said “what’s going Ray? Party last night?” I mumbled agreement and kept going. I checked my wallet in the locker room and saw a new ID, I’m Joel Raymond Edwards, 24 years old.

This was the best purchase I’ve ever made, and I made sure to leave a 5 star review, but only write “best purchase ever, love this shirt.”

@kiwineeds

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evenmorefatallyobsessed · 4 months

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Prof. Xiao-Long AU Concept

Note this one is way longer since it did in fact win the polls

Yang Xiao freaking Long was just what her name would suggest XL, bigger then life, the center of attention and life of the party! She was arguably the toughest gal to step through Beacon’s doors. At worst she was tied with her partner Glyn.

They were the strongest duo, Glynda’s ability to bullshit just about everything with her telekinesis and Yang packing enough raw strength to shatter boulders with just a punch. Heck, they were the two time Vytal Festival Winners of Beacon’s Golden era, Even STRQ came second to them.

And that team had her brother Taiyang in it, okay, true it did have the clearance sell, looking knock off of her too, Raven definitely dragged them down… No, she was not pissed at the bandit at all, nope, not a single inch of rage for abandoning her team, leaving her brother broken hearted, she totally didn’t spend months tracking her down and wrecking every member of the Branwen tribe’s shit that she could.

Well regardless she’d gotten over that who issue with her brother’s team, graduated, spent a few years living the dream, journeying around Remnant, helping people, exploring, just outright enjoying freedom. Life had been good. But eventually she got bored of it, bored of it, turns out Yang wasn’t for the lone wanderer shtick, didn’t live up to the hype…

It got lonely, and then her brothers wife died… Summer, Summer disappeared and Tai went into a depression. him remaining teammate Qrow tried, but he could only do so much, and she knew he was avoiding spending a lot of time with them cuz of his semblance the idiot. So she made her decision without hesitation, Yang starting crashing at her brother’s place and helping him with Ruby while beating the depression outta him.

And thankfully Glyn had a job she could work, a Professor at Beacon, she tried to get one at Signal but in her partner’s own words “That School already has to Suffer One Xiao-Long, why would you curse them with two.” And hence begun her domestic life as the stand-in mom for her adorable silver-eyed niece. And Yang realized she was freaking Maternal has all hell! Like Whoa, the amount of times people assumed she was Rube’s mom was scary, and not just cuz it implied she was banging her brother.

And hey, she was a pretty great teacher too, sure she was really more a couch, and every once in a blue mom stand in for Port but hey when she did the students were a heck of a lot more invested in her telling them about her past glory. It had nothing to do with her love of high cut tee’s she swore, she was just that charismatic.

Life was good…

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LIFE WAS NOT GOOD!!!! She Was Gonna Murder Thos Little Turds! Few Things were as precious to Yang as her hair, and they, her students had abused her trust! She could understand a pulling pranks, heck she still pulled them on her fellow teachers. But The Fuck! CUT SOMEONE HAIR WHEN THEY SLEPT!!!

Beacon was starting up in several weeks! And she was gonna have to show her face now! With her hair like this!

Oh She Wasn’t Fooled For A Fucking Second!!!

This Had Bitch Written All Over It! It had to be those girls who’d been giving her the stink eyed just cuz the boys she taught couldn’t pull their eyes off their bombshell of a teacher! Or Maybe it was one of those douchebag students she put in their place when she caught them claiming they’d bed her.

The fact of the matter was she didn’t technically have concrete evidence of who it was, all she did know was when she went to bed she was fine and when she woke up she felt horrifyingly light. Her beautiful locks of golden magnificent hair scattered across the ground. All she saw after that was red, too bad her partner was there otherwise she could’ve slaughtered the perpetrator, true she would’ve ended up killing a few innocent students, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, and were they really innocent if they just sat there and let such a tragedy happen!

They were lucky her partner Glynda was there to restrain her with several dozen times gravity being forced down upon her. And now here she was in Vale, already on her fourth group of A-Grade assholes clobbered for trying to pick up a red-eyed and incredibly pissed off Yang.

She stopped before it, a salon, one Ozpin had recommended, and one whose life and current state of function was on the line. Because if even an inch more of her remaining beautiful hair was ruined there would be hell to pay.

On the plus side they all seemed to know who she was, a negative is that that also meant every stylist was hesitant to do said firey dragon’s hair. She couldn’t blame them but if someone didn’t hike up their skirt and do something soon she’d-

“Ma’am, th-this way please, our new hire offered to do you hair.” Her eye twitched, a new hire, what the hell, she was ready to tear into him before a voice cut in.

“Hey can you calm down please, your kinda scaring everyone.” She blinked before looking up and meeting eyes with a fellow blonde. A guy around her student’s age, one who was standing up, facing her down with a stern look.

Your scaring the kids her with their parents, she noticed that in fact he was right as she saw some kids looking at her and backing away. And… She suddenly felt terrible. And when she went lack she heard it, a relieved exhale leave her fellow blonde, looking his way she met the boy’s gaze and felt a bit embarrassed. Leave it to her to go and get worked up and have a kid around her niece age tell her off.

The boy examined her, or to be more precise her hair and she saw his eyes narrow with recognition.

“Prank gone wrong?” She growled.

“No, I think it went just how those little shits wanted it to.” He blinked before shaking his head.

“Well then guess they could count their lucky stars they didn’t do that to a sister of mine or they wouldn’t live to regret it.” That made her smile.

“Oh trust me, I intend to do just that.” The blonde chuckled, shaking his head.

“Well hopefully not with your hair like that you won’t, kinda hard to instill fear in them while their laughing at the result of their prank. C’mon, let’s fix that.” Turning her made his way to a chair, expecting her to follow as he walked confidently to it. She blinked again, well, the new guy was definitely interesting, few people had it in them to sass her while her hair was so much as touched let alone ruined like this.

“Hey you just gonna stand there and gawk or do you want me to fix your hair.” She couldn’t help it, nobody talked about touching her hair.

“If you mess it up I’ll mess you up blondie.” Instead of the usual whimper or retreat the blonde boy… smiled?

“’Snort’ You sound just like my sis Beryl, relax, I have experience with styling long, blonde fine hair okay, your in good hands.” She rose brow, but slowly started to make her way to him. Noticing a picture of a boy and seven girls stuck up in his station.

“Whoa, is that you with all your cousins or something?” He laughed.

“Sisters actually, and I’ve done each of their hairs more times then I can count.” Okay, she was willing to risk it, at the very least the kid had experience. So she plopped herself down and let him do his magic… Okay so she might’ve had to stop herself once or twice from decking him when he touched her hair.

But hey his small talk took her mind off it, heck she only threatened him once when he pulled out the clippers. The boy seemed totally in his element. They talked about tons while he worked his magic, washing, shampooing and clipping her hair.

Eventually she begun asking how long he’d been doing this, she was surprised when he admitted this was his third and last week at the place. Something about needing extra money and having picked up several jobs before he hopefully got into his dream school. She couldn’t get much more details outta him, the boy was very cagey about it.

Finally thought he moment of truth came out and she saw… A pretty good looking cut, a bit shooter then what she’d come in with but not bad. In fact she was sorta digging it! Huh? Who’d’ve thought she could pull off a short due just as epically as she could a long one.

She grinned the boys way, walked up to him and gave him a full on huge, lifting the blonde up in the air as she did. And suddenly he went from her confident sassy groomer to a flustered, confused mess of a teen as socially awkward as her own niece.

It was honestly kinda endearing, guess he was the sort who just got in the zone when it came to doing their job. Well not like she was gonna complain he was so freaking expressive now it was actually kinda hilarious not to mention a bit adorable. She teased him once or twice, and got the boy to fluster pretty bad before she gave him a big fat tip that hit the triple digits. Hey her hair was a treasure, he earned it in her not so humble opinion.

And so she walked out and made her way back to Beacon, all smiles and snark as usual, much to her fellow staffs relief… Until the next day. Where she realized she couldn’t style her hair the exact way the guy had! Made sense, she never had short hair after all!

She made a mad dash back to that salon… Only to find out he wasn’t working there anymore… WHAT!? She had to all but threaten the boy’s name outta the manager! Yes! She threatened a civilian, but this was important! And she got exactly what she needed, a name.

Jaune Arc.

She rushed to Juniors, needing to use Vale’s best info broker to find out the single most important information in the entire kingdom… Why the hell did he go on about Torchwick and White Fang when she said that. Obviously the info she meant was on the blonde stylist!

He blinked at her, and then asked about the name again… Then went pale. And then called Jaune over, apparently one of the jobs he was working also happened to be here as a bartender. One look at her and he flustered going all red face… Yeah, she did dress up, she was in a club after all, had to look good. Glad to see she still had it, not that it was ever up for debate.

Anyways she had him now, made her demand had him promise to teach her how to do her hair, and until then would have him do it. She’d pay him obviously, she wasn’t a monster, and a guy who could actually style her glorious hair was worth his weight in gold.

He told her she’d have to wait till his break, she was about to drag him off as her waiting simply wasn’t a option, until he offered to give her a free drink, a thanks for the huge tip she gave him yesterday. Well, she was already in Vale so why not… And again he shocked her!

Seriously what had she been drinking up until this point? Cuz it sure as hell wasn’t a Strawberry Sunsrise compared to the one he served her. She was about to ask, but he seemed to pick up on her question and gave the answer of ‘Seven sisters’ which just sorta answered it, guess a few of them liked drinks.

And he was back to being mister focused on his craft, sassy and cool as a cucumber… She just had to mess with him. Wasn’t hard, just a little shake here, a suggestive pun there and a wink or two and the boy went cherry red.

It was the best time she had out in a good minute, and then slowly, things started to relax and she fell into that age old troupe of shooting the breeze her the bartender. Talking about her brother and niece who’d get into Beacon this year and how freaking proud of her she was.

It was great, fun, and she was… tipsy, so maybe when his break came around she chose to drag him to the dance floor for some fun instead of out to do her hair… And once again he surprised her with another skill of his. Jaune Arc, could dance.

He even dared suggest he was better then her… the nerve. She had to prove to him wrong, she just had to. So they spent his whole break dancing, drinking, laughing and just having fun, and one stink eye from her and Junior let her new young buddy take the rest of the night off.

And then everything went dark and she woke up in a bed, naked… Oh no.

Then she realized thank Oum there was no blonde boy right by her, instead her Scroll had a message, saying how he’d taken her to one of junior’s rooms to rest after she’d gotten wasted. And how he swore he left the room when she started to strip…

Yeah, that sounded like her when she got three sheets to the wind, he also sent her a message about how to do her hair. She asked Junior about the blonde but the guy insisted he was just a temporary hire.

-0-0-0-

Well, it was time her baby niece’s first day was upon them! It took everything she had not to charge up grab little ruby up in a huge and completely embarrass her in front of everyone of her potential classmates.

Yang might’ve been wary of Ozpin when he first suggested it but still, she was aiming to enjoy this, to watch her niece, thrive in Beacon, to make a name for herself and have the best experience she cou- And she exploded…

Then some little white haired bitch started hounding her niece! She readied to walk up there and clobber the uppity brat. But before she could the spoiled brat left when some other goth looking chick got in the way. The black themed kid left too, leaving her poor niece all alone looking miserable!

She readied to make way only for the last person she expected to show up.

“Jaune?”

-0-0-0-

She stood with Ozzy and Glyn watching things go down in the emerald forest, watching her niece having the misfortune of teaming up with the bratty Schnee. But there was also someone else who interested her, Jaune Arc, AKA her personal stylist, bartender and clubbing escort to be the next four years of Beacon.

What could she say, the kid was a man of many talents that she very much appreciated. She’d looked his files over, and yep… Guy had fake transcripts, so that’s why he needed all that extra scratch. Still though, considering they had a ex-terrorist in their roster this year she couldn’t view it too negatively, heck Qrow had been a freaking bandit.

Also, the kid really wanted this, I mean guy let Ozzy launch him into the forest… without aura! Yeah that was a shocker, the fact the kid was even willing to fight Grimm with having aura much less knowing what it was spoke volumes to his bravery, stupidity too yes, but mostly bravery. And hey, when the cereal girl herself unlocked it turned out he had a bunch.

Yep this year was shaping up to be a interesting one.

-0-0-0-

Glynda didn’t know what to think of how Yang was acting, given she rarely knew what to do when it came to said brawler, but moreso today the usual, Yang was acting quite perplexing, well more then usual. Focusing on miss Rose she could understand, the woman all but raised the silver-eyed warrior after all. But her interest also seemed to focus on a second individual as well.

Mister Arc, a student she still had doubts about, but who also seemed to gain her partners attention, she sighed for the poor student. She didn’t wish her partner’s teasing on anyone, much less a seemingly easy to fluster first year like him.

Oh well, she supposed sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, a happy or at the very least entertained Xiao-Long mean much less collateral damage for the school and free time for herself. Perhaps she could offer him a bit of favoritism for such a burden, he did have a lot of aura, she supposed she could give him advise on control of it, he’d need it in case her partner ever tried to spare with the poor thing after all.

-0-0-0-

Okay, this was not good, Yang had not expected Jaune to be in Beacon, much less for him to befriend her precious niece and be such good friends with her… What was this kid? He could, do hair, make drinks, dance and could even be a reliable man when the chips were down if him turning back to help against the Deathstalker was any indication.

Seriously, the kid didn’t even have aura for a full hour and yet he turned to face a grimm most huntsman would think twice about facing much less potential first years. And all for some strangers… Yep she didn’t care if his transcripts were real or not, Jaune earned his place in the school with that bit of bravery there.

She nearly laughed when he was declared leader of his team, not cause it was funny, kid was the obvious choose, he was quick the decide, enact and didn’t hesitate. Hell, he had no actual training and yet when the chips were down he lead three people he didn’t even know the name of into battle.

Ozpin would have to be blind not to pick him, at the after party she made her way right to him ready to tease him to high heaven. But instead caught him talking to one of his sisters, well her her wife and… And. AND THE MOST ADORBLE THING SHE’D SEEN SINCE BABY RUBY!!!

Apparently, it was his nephew Adrian! So yeah she sorta cut in and got involved, talked to his sister, baby talked his cute nephew and informed said sister that her little brother was on the fast track to being a kick butt huntsman. What? you didn’t it so many checkmarks with her and not get a few benefits for it. Yang Xiao-Long was the kinda teacher who definitely played favorites, and Jaune Arc was certainly one of them.

-0-0-0-

Yang did not know what to do… Well, that wasn’t true, she knew exactly what she wanted to do, or to be more specific… Who.

How had it come to this!? Seriously, she just didn’t know what to do… Okay, maybe she should back up a sec and explain. So she, Yang Xiao-Long, Huntress extraordinaire, hottest teacher in Beacon (Okay… Maybe Glynda and her were tied) was lowkey crushing on one of her students…

No! It was not Blake! She didn’t get why Port assumed that? Nope, she had found herself thinking of and gioving extra attention to Jaune, yep, Jaune, mister fake it till he made it. HE JUST CHECKED OFF ALL THE THINGS SHE WAS LOOKING FOR IN A GUY!!!

Yeah, she was surprised too, as it turned out, you didn’t need to be a huge giant of muscles like Yatsuhashi or that transfer student Sage. Nope, lean was good too, maybe not Lie Ren lean but a nice in-between. And Jaune Arc hit that sweet spot, heck he was decently built even before Beacon, it was just more like a farmboy than a actual knight. But now, ‘heh’ Yang very much approved his teammate Nora’s insistence on weightlifting.

He was blonde! Which yeah maybe that wasn’t strictly necessary for him to catch her eyes but it didn’t hurt. He got along with her niece, heck he was her first friend in Beacon. And he was brave, something she knew when he turned back to help his team against that Deathstalker during his Initiation.

He proved it again though about a month later when he saved Cardin Winchester against a Ursa Major, now that said a lot about him. While his team ran for their lives Jaune stood his ground and fought to save his bully… the threatened him to not mess with his friends… Yeah, that was when she realized he was on her radar.

More then that he checked off things she didn’t even know she was looking for a guy, he was good with hair (though not his own if that mop of blonde was any indication), dancing drinks, And Oh My God Cooking! The Boy Could Cook! Again Thank Oum For His Sisters and Mom For Forcing Him To Learn Those Glorious Glorious Domestic Skills! But More Then That thank Mama Arc for giving him that ass!

And she was perving on Jaune again… Great. Ugh she needed to settle this already, heck she wasn’t even able to hide it anymore. The Staff totally made fun of her over it even!

But like, she didn’t wanna be all weird, plus the blonde liked the little icy no tit princess, and she was in a mood again… Was she really jealous of a teenager who was built like a ironing board… Yes, yes she was and that more then anything else infuriated her.

Heck he was on a team with Pyrrha-Obvious-Nikos! At least Yang could accept losing to the spartan! Okay… Maybe lose was a bit much. After all if she went for it she would nab that blonde up in a second. So why didn’t she?

Cause, cause she was a teacher… Y-yeah, that was it, totally not because she had cold feet, and never been in a relationship that lasted more then a weekend… Gods Dammit.

And then she stumbled upon it, Jaune and her partner training, Glynda had taken a shine to Jaune, not at first, her partner was pretty peeved about the whole Transcripts thing. But after a few weeks her favorite student (Ruby being the exception) had used his Arc charm on her.

Glyn was a bit softy underneath all that stern strictness of her’s. Wait? Was she… checking him out? Yep, Glyn was focusing pretty hard on her blonde Himbo’s ass… And she was touching him! WAIT WHAT!? Glyn Didn’t Touch People, She didn’t need to with her semblance! Why Would She… OH THAT BITCH!!!

That’s right Glynda had been benefiting from Jaune’s talents as much as she was, actually he was also helping her with paperwork apparently (something about paying her back for the aura control lessons) NO NO NOOO!

She was not losing Jaune To Her Partner and the stick up her ass! Yang never thought of herself as the jealous type but here she was, going into her room and grabbing some of her risqué clothes… Yeah they were pretty old, she at least went up to cup sizes since she last wore this to… Perfect.

Now all she needed was a night to alter them, thank Oum she was used to sewing cause of Ruby. And she was ready, and as she stepped into class, ready to teach unashamed and with a cocky smile on her face she looked to her mark. Jaune Arc much like the other boys in her class was staring just like she wanted him to.

Yep, Yang Xiao-Long might’ve been scared of screwing up, of causing issues for Jaune or more importantly Beacon and the moral implications of a teacher screwing her student, but that all came second, because more then that she refused to lose to anyone. And now that Glynda might be in the competition she wasn’t gonna hold back.

#jaune arc #aged up #prof. xiao-long #yang xiao-long

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Chauvinism.

Commissioned by the very lovely @meri47.

Pairing: Yandere!Clark Kent | Superman x Reader (DC).

Word Count: 2.6k.

TW: Kidnapping, Plans for Prolonged Imprisonment, Nonconsensual Touching, Obsessive Behavior, and Slight Codependency.

You woke up to the feeling of something burning into the back of your head.

Again, true to the most literal definition of the word, burning. You bolted upward, bringing one had to the back of your scalp as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with the other. Exhaustion weighed you down, made it difficult to think about anything but the searing pain burrowing into your, the stiffness of your joints, the static numbness pricking at your fingertips, but luckily, you didn’t find an injury, didn’t smell burning hair, didn’t feel flesh melting off of bone or blisters forming across delicate skin – even if you were uncomfortably warm in that familiar, ‘held your hands too close to an open bonfire’ way. Still, you had to force yourself to calm down, to tear your attention away from your own startled distress and turn your focus outward.

You weren’t on fire, which was good. That was good.

But, you were in a strange room with strange crystalline walls, which was bad.

Very, very bad.

You swallowed down something thick and dry that’d lodged itself in your throat. The scenery was as blank as it was alien – all featureless, all bizarre, little more than a series of hexagonal pedestals that erupted from the ground without pattern or intention and four chrome walls so well polished, your own distorted reflections were able to corner you on all sides, and so tall, you weren’t able to make out the ceiling that had to be looming somewhere far above your head. The only actual piece of furniture seemed to be the bed you were sitting on; a remarkably normal mattress swamped with remarkably normal sheets, blankets, quilts - all doting cutesy, sappy patterns, all things you’d find in the bedding aisle of a particularly folksy home-goods store.

Partially out of curiosity and partially out of hope that you’d be able to dispel the knot of dread coiling in your stomach, you turned over the corner of the nearest quilt, finding a paper tag still on the end of its plastic toggle. That, for as thankful as you were not to be lying on a bare stone floor, was almost the most concerning thing you'd seen so far. It meant that someone had found the time to prepare this, to get ready for you. It meant that someone had decided to bring you here, and had given your abduction enough forethought to buy a fucking blanket.

You were almost tempted to curl back into yourself, to cover yourself in a stranger’s blankets and pretend you’d never woken up, but any delusions you might’ve had of being able to sleep this off like a bad dream were dispelled by the sound of a man clearing his throat, a new weight coming to rest on the other side of your bed. You jerked around the face the new presence, your eyes instantly landing on the monster who’d—

— on your coworker, Clark Kent, sitting on the edge of your mattress.

Your coworker, Clark Kent, who was inexplicably dressed like Superman.

For a second, all your panic and all your fear seemed to disappear in favor of making more room for complete and utter confusion. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and admittedly, his get-up looked a step above what you’d find on the clearance rack of some out-of-season costume store. You couldn’t imagine where he’d gotten it. He was smiling, too – that gentle smile, the same one he wore as he slipped a mug of freshly brewed coffee onto your desk an hour before either of you were supposed to be so much as thinking about getting to work, as he rubbed the back of his neck and admitted that he got too caught up while he was writing his last article and pulled his third all-nighter that week. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but relax. Clark was here, which meant that wherever ‘here’ was, it couldn’t be that bad. You couldn’t be in that much danger if Daily Planet’s resident sweetheart had managed to make it out unscathed.

“Clark!” You scrambled toward him, already grinning. “Oh my god, thank fuck you’re here – I’m don’t know where we are, and my head really hurts, but I don’t think we’re—”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You were out for a while – try to remember to breathe.” His tone was like his expression – light, soothing, comforting enough to have you nodding along in an instant, to have you doing your best to inhale and exhale without cutting yourself off with more half-formed fears. He moved toward you, his fingertips brushing against your bicep before he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You melted against him, and with an airy chuckle, he went on, keeping up a tenor that could’ve lulled you to sleep in any other circumstance. “You said that your head hurts? If you feel dehydrated, I get you something to drink.”

“No, that’s aright, I’m alright. I just—” You glanced towards the crystal walls, towards the nonexistent ceiling. “Do you know where we are?”

There was a slight lilt to his smile, a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder. “If that’s what’s got your heart beating out of your chest, you can let your guard down. We’re in the Fortress of Solitude. Unless a supervillain found a way to terrorize the North Pole, you’re perfectly safe.”

Now, it was your turn to laugh. “The Fortress of Solitude? I’m not an idiot, Clark. What do you want me to think – that Superman needs a house sitter?”

He was quiet, for a second.

Then, empathy practically dripping from his tongue, he said, “Honey, I am Superman.”

He’d hesitated, but you didn’t. Your reaction was instantaneous, automatic; a swell of bubbling laughter and a playful elbow driven into his side. You loved Clark, but he wasn’t a superhero. He kept a running list of the names of his coworkers’ pets, to make sure he never mistook Rebecca’s dog for Max’s rabbit. Whenever he stubbed his toe on a doorframe, he’d apologize to the doorframe. When aliens rained down from the sky or monsters erupted from the ground, Clark was always the first to run, and while you couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t say his tendency to make himself scarce as soon as the villain of the week reared its ugly head was very heroic, either. “That’s not funny,” you managed, eventually, in spite of your nervous smile. “We could be in danger. If you want to put on a Halloween costume and pretend to be a superhero, at least wait until we’ve gotten back to Metropolis.”

To his credit, he kept a straight face. “I wouldn’t lie to you, (Y/n).”

“At least try to make it plausible, then. I mean, he’s an alien, for fuck’s sake, and you’re from southern Kansas. He can fly, and you get stuck in traffic every morning. I’ve been to your flat, and everybody knows Superman lives in the Fortress of—”

Your voice died in your throat. Your mouth fell shut, and you went limp against his side.

After several seconds of stubborn silence, you forced yourself to spit out a soft “Prove it.”

His grin broadened. With a single hand, he took up the scruff of your blouse and lifted you off of the mattress without a hint of strain or trepidation. You were tossed, cursing and thrashing against his hold, into the air and caught in his lap, every step of the process just as effortless as the one that’d come before it. On reflex, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and cursing under your breath. He only laughed, glazing over your distress, your confusion in favor of paying more mind to your amazement. “The laser eyes can get a little out of hand, and flying indoors is…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Is inhume strength enough, or are you going to make me break out the x-ray vision?”

“No, that’s not— I think you’ve done enough.” You felt breathless, like you’d just run a marathon. You felt drained, and exhausted, and frail, but you forced yourself to smile up at him, to remember that he was still your coworker, still your friend, still Clark Kent.

And if you knew anything, you knew that Clark Kent couldn’t hurt a fly.

(You also knew that Superman would’ve been able to break your neck with a flick of his wrist, but you tried not to think about that.)

“This is great,” you kept your tone bright, cheerful, burying your anxiety beneath a heavy layer of brimming enthusiasm. “You have to tell me everything! As soon as we get back to Metropolis, you’re going to—”

“About that,” he cut in, only somewhat apologetic. “Metropolis might have to wait. This can be a sensitive time, and I thought it might be better for you to stay here, with me, just until you’ve adjusted to…” There was another pause, another sympathetic smile. The heel of his palm pressed into the small of your back, and against your will, you were reminded of just how easily he could crush your windpipe, or break your spine, or rip your heart out of your chest before your body had time to give out. “To this. To us.”

You didn’t have his resilience. Your expression immediately dropped. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t waste time, didn’t pretend to believe it was a genuine question. “Think of it as a precaution. You’re just going to stay somewhere safe and quiet for a few weeks, let some new information soak in, and when you’re ready, we can go home together.” He bowed his head, his lips ghosting over the curve of your shoulder. You tried to let go of him, to put a little distance between yourself and Clark, but his hand rose the back of your neck, keeping you pinned against his chest as he went on. “I tried to think of a way to do this at home, but it wouldn’t have worked out. You’re going to be in danger, and this—” He nodded toward the crystal walls. “—is one of the only places where I know you’ll be safe. From the people who want to hurt me, and from yourself, while you’re still learning.”

“Learning what? Clark, I might be a reporter, but I’m not going to sell your secret identity to the first paper that makes a bid.” Another half-hearted shove to his chest, another attempt to give yourself space to breathe. He only held you tighter, his smile pressing into the side of your neck. “I-It’s not like you can keep me here, either. I mean, it’s not like heroes hold civilians hostage.”

“Heroes do what they have to do,” he muttered, his voice stifled by proximity, his breath warm against your skin. “’specially if it means keeping the people they love safe.”

It felt like a stupid thing to ask, given your situation, your position. It felt like a waste of breath, considering you were in his lap, in the heart of his secret lair, with his mouth pressed against your skin and his hands drifting toward your waist, and yet, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. “You love me?”

There was a throaty laugh, a squeeze to your side. “With all my heart.” There was no hesitation, no reluctance. If you’d been standing, your legs might’ve given out. “I wish it didn’t have to be so complicated. I really did try to find a workaround, but if I tried to approach you as Clark, you’d never be fully protected from everyone who’s after Superman, and if I tried to love you as Superman – well, then you’d never pay Clark a second glance. I didn’t want you to only know half of who I am.” A kiss, this time, shallow and fleeting, pressed into the corner of your jaw. “This was the only way I could show you who I was without putting you in harm's way. You’ll learn the ropes here, and when you’re ready, we can go back to Metropolis and get you moved into my place—”

A waste of time, a waste of breath, a waste of hope. Still, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from making bad decisions, today. “What would you do if I didn’t feel the same way?”

This time, it was a kiss to your temple, then your forehead. He didn’t try to kiss you – to actually kiss you, thank God – but it was a small mercy, further dampened by the fact that he was still holding you, still keeping you as close as you could possibly be. After long, agonizing seconds, he raised his head. If he was worried, if he noticed the tension in your shoulders, how stiffly you held yourself, you couldn’t tell from his easy smile, the levity in his tone. If anything, he seemed excited, eager to plan out your future together with or without your cooperation.

“If you didn’t love me…” He tried to laugh, but the air hitched in his throat and he settled for a wistful sigh. “Why are you asking? Have something you want to tell me?”

“It’s a hypothetical.” Your tongue felt swollen, your head heavier than it should’ve been. “Just… indulge me, alright? I’m curious.”

“Like I said, you don’t have anything to worry about. If you took a little time to come around to me, I wouldn’t mind – it wouldn’t change anything, either.” It was a corrupted type of reassurance. Rather than soothing your anxiety, it only seemed to make you feel more sick. “I’d just have to work a little harder, keep a closer eye on you. I mean, I already plan on keep you as close as I can, but—” He clicked his tongue, brushed a few stray hairs away from your face. “—I guess I’d have to hold you a little tighter. Until I could trust you to come around on your own, at least.”

He'd already taken you to an impenetrable fortress in the middle of a frozen wasteland, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the nearest person. You weren’t sure how much more tightly he could hold you.

Dread welled in the cavity of your chest, something sweet and sickly rising into the back of your throat, but you managed to nod, to lean against him. He welcomed your cooperation, rewarded it with a low, throaty sound of approval. “I should show you around. There isn’t much to see, but, y’know, common courtesy and all that.”

“I’m… actually still pretty tired.” It wasn’t a lie. You were exhausted, and you wanted more than anything to crawl into the nearest hole and wait until this had all blown over. But, there weren’t any holes you could crawl into – just a bed, a few mirrored walls, and a man you had formerly thought of as Clark Kent. “I think I might need to take it easy for a couple hours, just to give my brain time to process all this. Would… would that be okay?”

That, that was what made him falter – earning a slight lapse, a new quirk to his smile – but he held himself steady, only nodding as you shifted off of his lap. Hesitantly, with no small amount of apprehension, you edged away from him, daring to put just an arm’s length worth of distance between yourself and him and letting out an ounce of tension drain out of your rigid form when he didn’t immediately decide you weren’t worth the effort, when you didn’t find yourself reduced to little more than ash or pulverized viscera. “Of course. Give me a few minutes, I’ll get you something more comfortable to—“

“This is fine.” Your voice cracked, but you tried to pretend you didn’t notice. “I mean, I’m fine. I just— I think I need a little time to myself. To take this all in.”

His disappointment was visible, but he didn’t argue. You waited until he’d left your room, until he was out of sight and out of earshot, to slip back under your mound of blankets and shrink into yourself. You were exhausted, and yet, you’d never been more awake in your life. Sleep seemed like a distant dream, leaving yourself helpless and unaware like a lurking nightmare.

It was all you could do to lie there, small and vulnerable, and try to ignore the eyes burning into the back of your neck.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere scenarios #yandere dc #dc x reader #superman x reader #yandere superman #dc imagines #clark kent x reader #yanderecore #yancore

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violetszone · 1 year

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Let's Meet Our Daughter

Charles x fem!reader

Summary: You were afraid of giving birth and weren't ready, and but your daughter had decided to come two weeks early.

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing,normal delivery

A/n: actually i have no idea what i wrote,By the way, I used some sentences that women really say during childbirth.

One of the things you've been thinking about for years was how you'd give birth if you got pregnant because you were terrified about it.You were even more afraid now that you were weeks away from giving birth to your daughter.

You never wanted to talk to Charles about it because he was really trying to deal with your fears but there was nothing he could do about it.It's only two weeks before you give birth to your daughter, and Charles returns to the races.

You were sitting on the bed reading, Charles brought you both a glass of water and left yours next to you, he settled down on his side of the bed.Your daughter was active tonight, you were actually happy about it because it wasn't hurting She kicked a few times as usual, Charles had a little talk with his daughter, placed a kiss on your stomach,you turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Of course, sleeping wasn't easy because your daughter's kicks really started to hurt.You even moaned because it really hurt then you felt a wetness You turned on the light next to you and Charles woke up trying to understand what happened.

"No no no not now I'm not ready yet please" Charles took your hand in fear "Baby are you okay what's wrong tell me" you started crying unintentionally just then you felt a contraction "Charles, I'm giving birth" He got out of bed and came over to you, helped you get up, you already knew your water was break but now you were really scared.

You got in the car as fast as you could. you were crying with fear Charles was holding your hand, probably because he thought it hurt, he took you in his arms when you came to the hospital and they took you for the first check-up with a stretcher in the emergency room.

At the first check, they said that they will not do anything for now, as there is still 4 cm of clearance and the contractions are back to normal.They took you to the room and connected to a few machines for control, now you are a little calmer.

Charles didn't leave your side and started keeping minutes for contractions. When your contractions increased, you started to get stressed again Charles was holding yourhand "Charles I can't I-I'm so scared" Charles wiped the tears from your eyes and kissed your cheek, "My love, I know you can do it, don't be afraid, I'm right here, there's a little more time, okay breathe, I won't let go of your hand"

You nodded, when the contraction passed, you breathed and sat back, you had been in the hospital for almost 4 hours when the doctor came to check, there was not enough opening, but they said they could give an epidural if your pain is too much, you didn't want it because you thought you could stand it.

By the 10th hour the contractions were really unbearable, you looked at Charles in horror when the doctor finally said it'stime to push. "No! i changed my mind,I don't want it Charles tell her I don't want it please I don't"

Somehow they convinced you to push, after a few hours you were really tired and hurt you spoke tiredly "Can I go home for awhile? I promise I’ll come back.” You frowned when everyone in the room laughed at what you said.

Your doctor told you to push again “I don’t care if you have to take her out of my ear, just get her out!” you shouted and groaned Charles wiped your forehead with his napkin you were really about to cry

"YN you have to push again we see the baby's head, Charles help her" Charles turned to you "Baby once again I know it hurts so bad but push for the last time" you groaned "No you don't know"

You turned and shouted when the nurse warned you "Will you shut up, I'm busy yelling at my boyfriend" You pushed with all your might and finally let yourself go when the baby's cries were heard.

You were crying with happiness when they held your daughter in your arms they took your daughter to clean your doctor checked to see if you were okay and asked how you were you nodded her, "You know YN people do this more than once" You looked at your doctor nervously and turned to Charles.“Maybe we can adopt the next one.”

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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Mating Signals

Yandere Male Monster x Gender Neutral Reader (Second part here: Consummating Your Relationship) (CW: Kidnapping, mentions of oviposition, scorpion-man, general yandere themes) Word Count: About 700 (I had to re-upload this because it seems the tags it had previously prevented it from appearing in searches even after removing them, this is my first completed fic so I hope it is okay!)

When the formerly closed off country of Treragar finally started trade and treaties with its neighboring countries you were one of the first researchers to try and get clearance for a field study of the very mysterious desert region. You planned to document the strange and hardy flora in the area but even more exciting than that was the chance to study the animals that called such a place home. Not even the natives of Treragar braved the desert unless absolutely necessary. But you weren’t to be deterred!

During the waning hours of your first night you were going over your journal where you cataloged all the fascinating life that you had found on your expedition. Scorpions with two tails, strange rodents that were scaled almost like pangolins, a VERY aggressive type of ant that you would know to AVOID in the future, a couple beetle species, and a decent variety of flora. All in all it had been a very productive day.

Despite your excitement to continue your expedition tomorrow you were exhausted, you finished looking over all your notes and started a fire before it got dark, it got cool at night and the fire would repel any would be predators. You settled into your bedroll, putting your journal and other supplies in your pack beside you before drifting off to sleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night to a large figure looming over you, a fairly muscular 25 to 30yo man looming over you, the flickering flames revealing his pale white skin and long black hair as he looks down at you with glowing yellow eyes, that would all be creepy enough, but what had you truly terrified was the fact that he had the body of a giant black and white scorpion from the waist down! All thick chitinous exoskeleton, heavy and powerful.

You immediately sat up in your bedroll and scooted backwards as fast as you could until you hit the flat surface of the huge rock behind you. When picking a spot to set up camp it seemed like a wonderful thing to help block the wind, but now it trapped you from backing away further from a giant scorpion monster. His glowing stare was intense and you were sure you were going to wind up dead.

He came up to you and scooped you up in his surprisingly strong human arms as if you weighed nothing. It held you close to its unnaturally warm body while you screamed for him to unhand you. You started crying, and thrashing for dear life, you were close enough to feel his breath on your neck and his musky scent was smothering, who would not absolutely panic in your situation?

Talin did not understand your language, but your warm alluring fire beacon, your lack of proper shelter, the smell of the food you had, and your wonderful natural scent all told him all he needed to know, you were obviously trying to attract a strong mate to give you a proper home! He was so thrilled he found you, he was obviously just what you were looking for and you would make such a lovely little incubator to slide his eggs into~ He cooed and nuzzled his head against yours as you squirmed to get free.

“This play fighting and thrashing is cute darling and certainly proves you are an energetic and proper mate but we have to get back to our den before the sun rises, please calm down~” You cannot understand anything he is saying and his language sounds naturally aggressive and scary so you continue to struggle and kick.

He would never dream of hurting you, he knows you are just so thrilled to be his that you can’t help squirming and thrashing with excitement, that’s okay he’ll calm you down and take care of everything! He slid his stinger into your shoulder and quickly delivered a small dose of paralytic venom into you, you felt a light pinch and then quickly faded into unconsciousness in his loving embrace. He took you and your possessions off to his den. Whether you wanted it or not you’re his mate now... and he will never let you go...

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waitimcomingtoo · 10 months

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Part of Your World~ p.p

chapter nine: the little mermaid

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Peter woke up the next morning to an empty bed.

He felt his heart sink when he realized you weren’t there anymore and was more confused then ever. Nothing about your recent behavior was making any sense to him. He didn’t know if you forgave him or not or where you stood now. But the fact that you left before he woke up made him feel angry towards you. He knew he wronged you, but you were just being capricious at this point. To get some answers, he went to find Tony.

“Are there cameras in my room?”

“What?” Tony laughed. “How could you even ask me that? That is a total invasion of your-“

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“FRIDAY has surveillance clearance in every room, yes.” Tony replied with a coy shrug.

“Good. I need to see the footage in my room from last night.” Peter told him.

“Ew.” Tony grimaced. “Why?”

“Y/n wasn’t there when I woke up this morning and I need to know what happened to her.”

“Peter, no. If she left you, that means she didn’t want to be there. I’m not gonna let you stalk her.”

“Please? Just this once?” Peter whined.

“No.” Tony shook his head. “Final answer.”

“Ugh.” Peter stamped his feet like a little kid and left Tony’s room.

Out of curiosity, Tony took out his tablet and pulled up the footage of Peters room from the night before. He had grown quite fond of you in the time you spent on land and he wanted to make sure you were all right. He scrolled through the footage of you and Peter laying in bed until he saw you moving. He let the video play and watched you reach under your mattress and pull out a knife. Tony’s eyes widened and he leaned forward to see what you were going to do next. He watched your hands shake as you raised the knife above Peters body. You brought the knife all the way down, letting it clatter to the floor. You let out a sob and clutched your stomach before slapping your hand over your mouth to conceal the noise. You kicked the knife under his bed and ran out of his room in a blur. Just when Tony thought it was over, you walked back into Peters room and gently rolled him onto his back. You leaned down and kissed him as your tears fell onto his face.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered against his lips. “You’re the one that I love, and I’m saying goodbye.”

With that, you ran out of Peters room again with your face twisted in misery. Tony checked all the other cameras and watched you leaved the building to flee into the night.

“Well, fuck.” Tony whispered as he turned the video off.

Tony ran into Peters room and got the knife out from under his bed. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The pearl handle and the short blade made it look like it was from another time. He didn’t find Peter in his room so he ran out to search the tower for him.

“Has anyone seen Peter?” Tony shouted frantically.

“You just missed him. I just saw him leave.” Natasha told him.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“No. But he said something about getting Y/n back.”

“Fuck.” Tony shouted and stressfully tugged at his hair.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“She’s gonna kill him.” Tony told her. “She’s gonna kill Peter.”

“How do you know that?” Natasha asked.

“She tried last night but didn’t go through with it. If he gets to her now, she might try again.”

“But why would she kill him? They love each other.”

“I don’t know. But I need to get to one of them before they find each other.” Tony said and pulled out a tablet.

“Well where do you think Peter went?”

“Let’s see.” Tony said as he typed Peters name into his tracking system. Nothing came up and Tony hissed in defeat.

“What’s wrong? Where is he?” Natasha wondered.

“I don’t know. The little fart turned off his tracker.” Tony grumbled. He was quiet for a moment and then started typing something else in. He projected the map on his tablet onto the wall and walked over to it to get a closer look.

“What’s that?” Natasha asked when she saw a small red dot moving across the map.

“The second tracker I implanted in Peter’s head for when he turns my first tracker off.” Tony said simply.

“You can do that?” Natasha laughed nervously and touched the back of her head.

“Oh, yes. By the way, I never got to ask you how your trip to Budapest last summer was.”

“You know about that?” Her smile fell.

“I know everything.” Tony said with a brought smile.

“There he is. It looks like he’s heading to the beach.” Natasha changed the subject and pointed to the moving dot.

“Really? Again? What is he obsession with this girl?” Tony groaned.

“I think I may know.” Wanda said from the back of the room, making Tony and Natasha jump.

“Jesus Christ. What happened to “hi, hello, how are you?” Tony mumbled.

“I made a deal with Peter. If he kisses her before sunset tonight, she can keep her legs. But he cannot speak of the deal or else it won’t work.” Wanda informed them.

“That doesn’t explain why she’d want to kill him.” Natasha pointed out.

“I may know why she did that too.” Wanda said. “And I’m in right, we need to find Peter immediately.”

“Okay. Let’s all get in the car are-“

Before Tony could finish his sentence, Wanda had opened her hands to reveal the beach Peter had gone to. She shut her hands and they were all transported to the beach.

“What?” Tony spun around in confusion.

“Peter, stop.” Natasha called out. Peter stopped in his tracks and jutted his head back in surprise when he saw them all there.

“How did you guys get here so fast? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I have to find her. I’m running out of time.” Peter said and turned to go closer to the ocean.

“Let the time run out.” Tony commanded. “It’s over, Peter. You need to let her go.”

“I can’t let her go. I can still find her. I still have a few hours.” Peter exclaimed and took off running down the beach. Tony ran after him and grabbed him to stop him from getting any closer to the water.

“Peter, listen to me. She’s going to kill you.” Tony said as he threw Peter back towards the shore.

“No she isn’t. She still loves me. She told me last night.” Peter shouted and tried to push past Tony.

“I know about your deal.” Tony said, making Peter stop fighting against him. He looked around any everyone and felt like a spotlight was being shown directly on him. He gulped and felt his eyes tear up. He wanted his mom. He didn’t know why, but in this moment, he really wanted his mom.

“I know of another witch.” Wanda spoke up. “Agatha. She was cast into the sea centuries ago. She used to make deals like that.”

“Deals like what?” Peter asked.

“Contracts signed with blood.” Wanda answered. A chill went down Peters spine and he thought back to your a strange behavior from the night before. He thought to all the times you touched your back pocket and how you were obviously crying in bed beside him but didn’t want him to know. He then thought of what Tony said about you trying to kill him and wondered if there was truth to that. Tony saw that he was getting through to Peter and took out the knife to show Peter. Peter carefully took it, saw its pear handle, and knew this could only have come from under the sea.

“No. There’s no way she would agree to that. She’d never kill me.” Peter put the knife in his pocket to get rid of it but he didn’t fully believe his own words.

“Maybe not. Maybe that’s why she ran away last night.” Natasha said softly.

“Why would she agree to do it in the first place?” Peter snapped, starting to further believe what Tony was saying now.

“Perhaps Agatha promised her she’d get to be human if she killed you. And that was enough to get her to agree.” Wanda suggested.

“I’d believe that.” Natasha shrugged. “Why else would she try to stab you in your sleep?”

“But she didn’t. She didn’t do it.” Peter whispered as he stared off into the distance while tears slid down his face.

“Let’s not praise the girl for not murdering you in your sleep. She still agreed to it.” Tony reminded everyone.

“When she was mad at me.” Peter pointed out.

“I’ve been mad at you.” Tony shrugged. “I’ve never made a deal with a sea witch that required me to gut you like a fish.”

“Agatha would never let a deal go unbloodied.” Wanda spoke again. “If she agreed to kill Peter, it’s likely she’ll be killed if she doesn’t. Agatha can only be cruel. She would never give the option of a happy ending.”

“That must be it.” Peters heart sank. “She either has to kill me or be killed. And she spared me last night. That means…”

Out in the far distance, Peter could hear your siren song. He turned in the direction of it and felt drawn towards it like a magnet.

“I need to talk to her.” Peter shook head head and started walking towards the ocean again.

“Peter, let it go. She ran away. It’s over.” Tony said as he grabbed his arm.

“It’s not over. I still have until sunset.” Peter pulled away and ran towards the sea.

“If Agatha is still making the same kind of deals, Y/n has until sunset too. You may be walking into your own funeral, here. I wouldn’t go.” Wanda shouted after him. Peter ignored her and ran into the ocean. Once the water was past his waist, he dove in. He forced his eyes open in search of you but could barely see through the murky salt water. Peter swam up to gasp for air and right as he did, a massive wave hit him. He was sent tumbling back and hit his head against something sharp.

Peter regained consciousness when he heard your siren song being sung softly over him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw you hovering over him with wet hair. You were caressing his face and singing to him, smiling when he opened his eyes. Tony, Natasha, and Wanda watched with their breath held as you helped Peter sit up.

“You saved me? Why?” He asked as he looked into your eyes.

“I love you.” You said simply and brushed his wet hair off his forehead. Peter broke into a smile and leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“I have to go.” You said passively and stood up. Peter watched you walking back towards the sea with the sun beginning to set behind you and scrambled to get up.

“Wait!” He cried out and grabbed your hand. You turned around but couldn’t look at him.

“It’s too late, Peter. I have to go now.” You said weakly and turned to walk away again, but Peter just ran after you.

“I know what you did. I know the deal you made.” He said, making you stop. You turned and looked at him with tears falling down your face.

“I couldn’t do it.” You sniffled, confirming for Peter that Tony had been right.

“Why not?”

“Because you’d let me.” You whispered, making Peter fall silent. He slowly reached into his back pocket and handed it to you.

“Here. Take it. It’s yours.”

“I won’t do it.” You held yourself and shook your head.

“You have to. You’ll die if you don’t.” Peter insisted and tried to give you the knife again. The sun was sinking further beneath the horizon behind you and your time was just about our.

“I’ll die if I do.” You told him, and you meant it.

Peter stopped when he heard this and dropped the knife into the sand. His eyes were brimmed with tears as he looked at the sinking sun.

“What will happen to you?” He asked without looking at you.

“I’ll be turned to sea foam.” You answered as your own tears spilled down your face.

“Will it be painful?”

“I don’t know.” You laughed sadly. “I hope not.”

The sky was red as the last glimpse of the sun disappeared below the horizon. Peter shut his eyes and squeezed them tight like a little kid, unable to watch what was to become of you. You held your breath and braced yourself to be turned into sea foam.

A few seconds went by and the sun was fully set but you were still standing. Peter forced his eyes open and you did too. You made eye contact and laughed in disbelief.

“I don’t understand. Why am I still here?” You asked and looked down at your hands to see if you were really still there.

“You kissed me before you left.” Peter realized and touched his lips. He felt you kiss him in the middle of the night and had thought it was a part of his dream, but he now knew it was true.

“So?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“True loves kiss.” Peter said as he broke into a smile. “You kissed me. You held up my end of the deal.”

“So we’re gonna be okay?” You asked as your tears of disparity became tears of joy.

“I think so.” Peter laughed joyfully and threw his arms around you.

You tightly hugged him back and as you did, you popped and burst into sea foam in Peters arms. Peters arms hit his chest once you were no longer in his arms. He slowly opened his eyes and could see the sea foam floating away in the wind, numbing him immediately. Peter slowly turned around and saw the horrified looks from everyone on the beach. Everyone was silent as the foam floated onto the crashing waves and disappeared into them.

“I don’t understand. I did everything I was supposed to. Why did she have to go?” Peter said in the softest voice he had ever muttered. No one knew what to say, so Wanda stepped forward.

“I’m afraid you’re too late, kid.” She said softly.

“But she kissed me.” Peter said quietly. “True loves kiss.”

“But that wasn’t true loves kiss.” Wanda shook her head sadly. “It was a goodbye kiss.“

“So she’s gone forever? That’s it? It’s over?” Peter laughed humorously because he didn’t know what else to do. Wanda walked towards him and put her hand on his face to comfort him the way she used to do to her sons.

“It’s never over.” She said kindly. “She belongs to the ocean now. She’s in the sea foam that washes onto shore and in the breeze that moves the waves.”

“But she’s not with me.” Peter cried.

“You loved her. And she loved you. That means she’s always with you. No matter where she is.”

And so Peter left the beach that day without you. And he moved on. Never fully, though. It got easier as the days went on but he always thought of you when he heard a seagull or smelled the ocean air. He couldn’t walk by a floor without thinking of you. You crossed his mind in the shower when he used the body wash he once saw you mistake for food the first time you left the sea.

Despite the fact that you’d never be in the same room again, Peter loved you endlessly. And every time the soft thought of you crossed his mind, he found himself reaching for you, reaching for his little mermaid. Sometimes when he went to visit the beach, he could still hear your song when the wind blew. He’d look out and see the light shining on the rock you once saved his life on. And he’d smile and tell the ocean he loved you. The sky would brighten and the waves would crash with such force that water shot into the sky and landed on Peters face. That’s how he knew you were telling him you loved him too.

THE END

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derinthescarletpescatarian · 9 months

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Ask Me Anything -- Keldin Sands

What were your initial thoughts upon being woken up and told you're the captain now?

For a solid week, I was dead certain that I was dreaming. I mean. I went to sleep under the assumption I’d be waking up in orbit around Hylara, then suddenly I’m waking up in the medbay but we’re still years away and the crew isn’t there and instead there’s these new people and the captain is Doctor Aspen Greaves? And then everyone’s like, oh, actually you’re the captain now? Yeah, I definitely assumed this was a coma dream. It took me a while to accept otherwise.

To be honest, even now, if I do suddenly wake up in orbit around Hylara with Captain Reimann there, I won’t be entirely surprised. I’d definitely be relieved.

Are you concerned that there are also colonists planted on the Courageous by whomever planted the crew members to sabotage/experiment on the ship?

Oh, yes. If that wasn’t a serious risk, I wouldn’t have been recruited.

Do you feel like the stressors of the many situations are getting to you?

I’ve been overstressed since I woke up from chronostasis. At this rate I’m just doing my best to keep the ship in one piece and the crew from degenerating into a violent stress-crazed mob.

When you first read Kinoshita's notes what did you think of former Captain Reimann's admittance that he also had a loved one aboard the ship? Did you sympathise with him?

Well, I went through proper channels and got clearance, and he smuggled someone aboard the ship against the rules, so I’m not sure how well he expected that to pan out. I mean. I do sympathise in that his loved one died; he had no reason to expect that. But he should’ve obeyed the rules, they’re there for a reason.

Do you regret taking the offer to be placed on the Courageous?

Yes! This is NOT what I signed up for!

Are there any Tarandran customs, or holidays you hope to continue on Hylara?

I don’t know how taxation will work on Hylara – I imagine that we’ll be working with a central planned economy for at least the duration of my lifetime so taxes won’t be a thing – but I intend to find some way to continue to celebrate the Yeartithe. It’s a beautiful little celebration done in Tarandra once per year, where families and friends gather for a party and exchange small gifts in thanks for the value that they provide each other. People are assured of what value they bring to the family and the community, and children are encouraged to think of their potential and showered with praise about what strong an asset they will become. Once everyone’s gotten their valuations straight, they’re ready to submit their taxes to the government as a final gift and acknowledgement of mutual value between themselves and Tarandra itself, the largest of their communities below humanity itself. It’s a wonderful celebration of individuals, families and communities, and how we help each other and bring value to the whole. Even if the economics are wildly different on Hylara, I hope to maintain enough of the celebration to keep the spirit.

It’s also a very popular time of year for marriages, adoptions, and sorting out inheritances, because doing so at the very beginning of the financial year makes next year’s Yeartithe so much simpler.

How did you meet your husband? Did you propose, or did he?

He’s a painter. My house needed painting. We got to talking when we were sorting out a shortage of Pigment XV-1994 and whether we should wait a month for resupply or just bite the bullet and go with Pigment XV-1983 instead. Ket looked me right in the eye and told me that I’d be staring at the walls of this living room for years and I didn’t need to settle for second best, snatched the pen out of my hand and rescheduled the painting for a month later on my wall calendar.

Three months later I told him he was right, I wouldn’t need to settle for second best, and I asked him to marry me. The Sands’ were a much more high profile family than the Yorlas, so convincing his family wasn’t hard; I bought him into the family with a three year free property lease for his mother that I borrowed off my grandmother in exchange for a concession on some unrelated complex family issues, and we were married by the end of the year.

If you hadn't joined the Javelin Program, what would your dream life have been?

Probably a peaceful life of designing spaceship engines and sipping tea with Ket in a Pigment XV-1994 coloured living room.

What made you fall in love with your husband?

I’m a stubborn guy, and so is he. We were always there to second-guess each others’ decisions and not let the other one get carried away with something that, in hindsight, would turn out to be very stupid. It’s a valuable asset to bring into a family or a business.

Do you miss Tarandan? What is the one thing you'd bring from there if you could?

My husband! Haha, I know, that’s a coward’s answer. The real answer is the food. The food on this ship is as good as the crew can make it, but it’s always a bit unfamiliar. It reminds me how far from home I really am.

If I could bring anything from Earth, it would be the sunset. I hope that when we build the environmental domes on Hylara, they’re transparent, or at least have windows. I want to sip coffee with Ket while watching the sunset again.

How do you imagine your first sight of Hylara?

Boringly, I expect it will be a long-distance image from the onboard light telescope, followed by an analysis from our Kleiner array to check whether Earth’s long-range data on the exoplanet is correct. We’ll want accurate data on Hylara as quickly as possible. At that distance, it’ll just be a dot in space.

Earth said that there’s a chance that there might be water oceans. I hope they’re right. It would be amazing to see oceans when we get close enough.

What are your hopes for the kind of society you guys will build when you get to the planet?

As stable and prosperous a society as we can. It’s going to be a lot of work. I don’t agree with the selection of colonists – an 80% criminal population is a horribly unstable start, and the non-criminal filtering process wasn’t all that great either. Being able to get these people all working together in a society where all of our needs are provided for and nobody’s going to steal or abuse or kill each other will be a massive challenge.

Fortunately, it won’t be my challenge. My job is to get us to the planet; the establishment of the colony can fall into more professional hands.

Did you have any pets before you left?

I had a small flock of pigeons a few years ago, but I handed them off before being selected for the program.

What do you think of Aspen now that you’ve met them, as opposed to only having read their books?

They’re… not what I expected. In writing, they’re much clearer, more direct, more certain. In person, they’re quite changeable and difficult to understand.

I think I just need to get to know them better.

What will you do if your husband doesn't make it?

I don’t know. I promised him I’d keep going. That was the promise we made to each other before going into chronostasis – if either of us had to keep going alone, we would.

But I can’t do that if he dies here. Too much is riding on my shoulders right now. If he dies, I’m going to be in a bad way for a long time, so that can’t happen until the ship and the colony no longer rely on me.

What was the worst bet you ever lost?

Oh I don’t gamble. Gambling is a mug’s game. I’ll take small ‘bets’ on the ship occasionally to help promote crew cohesion, but since the point of those is the social cohesion and not the stakes, merely taking them is a win.

#ttou #time to orbit: unknown

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babycharmander · 10 months

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[ID: A photo of five official Psychonauts ID cards. Each card features a swirling background, a picture of an official render of the character on the left, and the Psychonauts logo on the right. The rank is displayed beneath the render, and the other stats are shown beneath the logo.

Raz's card features a purple background and reads: Intern Razputin Aquato Height: 4' 4 Psychic Specialty: TBD

Lili's card features an orange background and reads: Special Clearance Lili Zanotto Height: 4' 1 Psychic Specialty: Herbaphony, Pyrokenesis [sic]

Oleander's card features a green background and has a red stamp over it reading "ON PROBATION." The rest of his card reads: Agent Coach Morceau Oleander Height: 6' 2 Psychic Specialty: PSI Punch

Milla's card features a green background and reads: Senior Agent Milla Vodello Height: 7' 2 Psychic Specialty: Levitation

Sasha's card features a green background and reads: Senior Agent Sasha Nein Height: 7' 2 Psychic Specialty: PSI Blast

/end ID]

Someone was wondering about the official Psychonauts ID cards, so here you are. (No ID yet, sorry—I just woke up. Will edit with one later.)

It should be noted that Oleander’s height is not accurate. I don’t have Hollis’s card (they didn’t have it at PAX) but I recall her height is listed as oddly short. I’ve seen the theory passed around that Oleander swapped his and Hollis’s listed heights to make himself seem taller.

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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How Long? (Part 2)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,011 Contains: Job Briefing, Caring Husband Leon.

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Riding through the chilled, early morning air of Washington, your head stays placed against Leon's back, you felt exhausted. Even though you had been sleeping a lot lately, you were surprised Leon hadn't picked up on it. Maybe he did and it would have now clicked with him as to why you had been so tired.

Your husband was very good at picking up on slight changes in your habits, but would always just observed without saying anything until he would become worried for your health or safety. The thing is you were used to pushing through your tiredness, being on jobs that required your full attention for days on end, the adrenaline would help keep you awake. But when you were at home, in the safety of the familiar and comforting 4 walls, you would give in to your tiredness and just sleep.

Leon had noticed your head resting on his back for the whole trip, keeping tabs on your grip around his abdomen. A few times he would feel it loosening and give your hands a gentle tap to wake you up. You only lived 30 minutes away from DSOHQ, when Leon was driving. Scanning his clearance card to open the underground car park, the sudden louder volume of the bike woke you up completely. Pulling your head from Leon's warm back, you wait for him to park in his named space before sliding off the back of his bike.

Stretching your arms over your head, your mouth widens in a yawn before letting your hands fall to your sides. "Ready to do the boring stuff?" You asked watching Leon flick the stand out and turn the key for the bike, creating silence as he flings his left leg over his bike.

"You know it." He said doing his little head tilt you loved so much.

Smiling you turn away from him and head for the door to the stairs, a warm hand grabbing yours at your side as you pull the handle down. Looking to your hand then to Leon who's hand was holding yours, a questioning look in your eyes.

"Let's take the elevator?" He suggested. Normally he would just follow you up the stairs.

You roll your eyes and give his hand a slight squeeze before pulling away from his gentle grip. "Leon.. Walking up stairs isn't going to hurt." You pull open the door and walk through it, Leon instinctively holding the door open as he watched you starting to ascend the stairs.

Huffing heavily his shoulders lower, deflating as his worried attempts backfired on him. But maybe you were right? Walking up stairs wasn't going to hurt you or the baby, he just didn't want you to put in the extra effort if there was a perfectly good elevator right there. Walking through the doorway he follows you up the stairs, meeting you on the 4th flight, both of you panting lightly from the exorcise. Yes, you were both fit, but stairs can make the most fit of people's hearts work hard. Leon thinks they should be called heart attacks not stairs, you however found them to be a good way to stay in shape.

Holding the door open for him you wait, watching him trudge up the last flight towards you. He reaches over your head taking the side of the door and letting you go first. It was a thing, you would try and get him to walk through doorways first. On rare occasions you would succeed when he wasn't paying attention, but when he was paying attention he would never walk through first. Letting you go ahead of him, he was such a gentleman.

You both make your way across the light, grey-blue carpet that really needed to be replaced. Having been walked on for so long it was starting to wear away, even having holes to the cement ground underneath in some spots. Through white halls you enter a large, square room with two levels. The second level having a railed off balcony, each room an office with the different workers and levels of management. The first level had desks in the centre of the room, these were for FOS workers. Though your own FOS worker, Ingrid Hunnigan had been here so long she had moved up to the second level with her own private office. The rooms around the first floor were the briefing and meeting rooms, today you were heading to room nine. Without any hesitation you both made your way to the door simply labelled 9, Leon opening the door to let you enter first.

Slipping past Leon you enter the dreary white room, black desk chairs line the edges and left end of a large, long table. On the right side of the room, a rolling white board and pull down white screen, the overhead projector hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room. Standing at the whiteboard writing on it was none other than your favourite FOS, Ingrid Hunnigan. She turns after hearing the door opening and gives the both of you a smile, tired eyes still shinning bright behind her glasses.

"You're a bit early!" She greets, writing some last things before popping the lid off the back of the marker to covering the nib with a click. She closed the yellow file in her left hand, placing it to the side away from others on the long table.

"Yeah, Leon was speeding again." You walk up to the desk chair beside where Hunnigan was standing, taking a seat.

"I was not... I was going the usual."

"So speeding." You nod, swinging your chair from side to side.

Hunnigan only shook her head at your banter. "Well we should get started then." She looks down to the three yellow folders on the table, opening them all up and spreading the information out in front of her. "This is what first caught the President's attention." She says sliding out a report and placing it in front of you, Leon takes a seat in the desk chair beside yours, looking over the info now in front of you. "To sum it up, after the incident in Dulvey, Louisiana, the BSAA took the winters family to Romania under their protection. They have been mixed up once again in the same problem from three years ago." She paused for a moment to pull a few pictures out of the mix. "These were taken by a Recon group called the Hound Wolf Squad."

"Chris?" Leon asked reaching for the pictures placed on the table in front of you. They showed pictures of a caving system, a mass of black tendrils extending out of a large hole.

Hunnigan continues. "Yes, Redfield has written in his report that this black mass has the same properties found in the Mold back in Louisiana." She hands over some more pictures taken. "These are what made the president want you to head over to Romania."

You pick up the pictures, humanoid creatures looking like some half formed werewolves were skulking around in an enclosed cell. Another picture was of a woman, wrapped in rags, limbs cut and bruised with blood around her mouth. You frown, it didn't look like the Plaga, but it could be some kind of mutation? And the other creature, you didn't have a clue what that could be. "BOW's?" You asked, holding up the pictures for Leon to take while you look to Hunnigan.

She shrugs. "This very well could be the ones mentioned in the report, yes." She crossed her arms over her chest. "The President has contacted the BSAA's European branch and decided to send the both of you. See what information you can get, as well as help eradicate what may be happening there."

You speak up. "This report was made last year. Things would have changed since then." You point out.

Hunnigan nods. "Another reason why Mr. President wants to send both of you, just in case things have changed, and possibly not for the better." She sighs seeing the both of your expressions seeming unsure. "Look. I did some of my own digging last night before I called you. I found this deep in the BSAA's files under Redfield's name." She pulls out another piece of paper and hands it to you.

You read out the short excerpt. "Upon being killed the Lycan seem to exhibit signs similar to those infected by the Plaga. We have found old research labs with information of experiments done on the people in this village. There are mentions of a parasite called the Cadou." You look up to Leon. "So we're dealing with another parasite.. Great. Spain all over again." You sigh letting the page float back to the table.

"Your flight will be leaving at 10am for Romania. Here are your boarding passes and lanyards with signed documentation, indicating presidential acceptance for your weapons to be allowed on the flight." She hands the documentation, boarding pass and lanyard to each of you. "You will need to take these folders to look through on your flight."

You nod and start to scoop up everything in front of you, placing them in the yellow folders she had provided.

"I'm sorry the information is sporadic and old, but it's all I could find in the BSAA's archives as well as any information sent to the DSO." She gives a slight shrug.

"It's fine, Hunnigan. You did good." Leon nods as he stood up from his chair, your own swinging around. You stand up out of it with all the folders in your hands.

"What Leon means, is this information is enough for us to know what we could be up against. And I say, go home and go to sleep." You smile and turn to leave the room, expecting Leon to be following you. Leon however stays behind, waiting for you to be out of the room. He then turns to Ingrid who was looking at Leon with raised brows. He never just waited for you to leave the room like that.

"What's on your mind, Leon?" Her arms were crossed, she knew something was bothering him.

"Well.. You see it's.." Why was this so hard to spit out? He felt like he wanted to tell the world he was going to be a father, but at the same time scared of what it meant for you and your work. "What would it take to get (Y/N) a desk job for saaay... a few years?"

"Ah.. She finally told you."

"You KNEW!??"

Ingrid smiles a wide grin. "Yes, Leon.. Us women know these things about each other. And congratulations by the way. But I don't know if that could be possible. You and (Y/N) Are the best in the world at what you do and call to the President themself." She explained, watching Leon deflate, yet at the same time become more tense.

"I just.. It's dangerous what we do. And I can't have her going out and risk losing the baby. She's already been doing too much." He stressed.

Ingrid placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know.. I worry for their safety as well. I have spoken with the Chief Advisor, he's declined from placing her at a desk when she is needed on the field. And I don't have the power to go directly to the President." She said raising her brows, hinting her words to him.

He nods, he will bring it up the next time he sees the President. But right now, this mission was already assigned to the both of you and you couldn't back out now. He didn't like it, but you were going to have to go with him this time.

"Leon?" Your voice calls from the door. "I thought you were following me. I was talking to myself."

Leon turns to you and Hunnigan gives him a nod when he looks back her. "Thank you." He says before making sure he had everything then turning around to follow you out this time.

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