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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P1

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 1

Words: 1,222

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS! S1E12.

Prompt:

I wrote this a few years ago based on the episode "Faith" in Supernatural Season 1 episode 12. I have updated and edited but have quite a bit already written so will be slowly uploading them. Hope you enjoy it. It was originally written with an original character but I will be changing it as I go through it.

I lay in my hospital bed just waking up, my vision remained blurry until I rubbed my eyes. I stretched and yawned but it was cut short when my wounds pulled and sent pain through my spine. I sighed resting my head back and rolling my eyes. When will this nightmare end?! I looked around and saw my doctor, I took my headphones off realising he was talking to a new and very attractive patient. We look around the same age and he has a roughed and tired look to him. I overheard the doctor talking about his heart attack being triggered by electrocution which is pretty badass to me. The doctor smiled sympathetically at him before walking out, he gave me a soft smile as he passed my bed. The guy groans in pain. His bed isn't too far from me so I decided to make him feel welcome.

"Hey," I smiled once he turned his head to look at me.

"Hey," He replied faintly.

"Does it hurt to talk?" I asked softly.

"Everything just hurts at the moment," He added making me feel sorry for him but he said it in a way that showed he was fighting through it and didn't need pity. I smiled at him reassuringly and turned my head to look at the ceiling. We didn't speak for a while and my brain was swarming with thoughts on something to say but was cut off when I heard him shuffling around. I looked over to see him struggling to sit up in bed. I panicked.

"Wow, what are you doing? You need to rest," I asked in a panicked tone.

"I need the bathroom and I am not peeing in that tub," He replied bitterly making me giggle.

"Can't you get a nurse to help you to the bathroom?" I asked but he looked at me slightly confused.

"They're busy, I can do it myself, why are you so concerned?" He asked as if no one had ever worried about him before. I didn't know why I was so concerned. I guess my protective side was coming out. He seemed to look at me apprehensively as if the only people who had ever been nice to him were lying, I know that feeling. I smiled wiping my thoughts of my old partner who left me for dead when he got scared on a job.

"At least let me help you," I added and sat up with more ease than he did. I stood in front of him and offered him my hand. He looked at me deeply before taking it. I pulled him up and carried a lot of his weight through his arm. He groaned as he anchored his feet, he sucked air through gritted teeth before taking a slow but painful step.

"I'm Dean, by the way," He struggled to say as we made our way to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

"I'm Y/N," I replied with a smile.

"A pretty name for a smoking hot girl, how are you in here anyway?" He added making me giggle. He's smooth. I'll give him that.

"I was struck by lightning," I shrugged but he looked confused.

"I didn't realise there was a storm," He added but I giggled slightly.

"There wasn't. I guess you could just say it was Supernatural." I couldn't help but smirk.

"You don't know the half of it," He scoffed making me giggle. Regular people don't believe in the supernatural but I scoffed, Dean doesn't know half of it. We got to the bathroom door and I helped Dean inside.

"You know you don't have to wait outside," He said jokingly with a smirk. I laughed as I exited. I walked over to the wheelchairs and wheeled one of them to the door. I sat in it while I waited. Once the door opened Dean looked at the chair and gave me a bitch face. I chuckled as I shook my head and got up.

"Get in or so help me I will finish you off," I threatened to make Dean laugh. He took a seat and I wheeled him to his bed and helped him back in.

"The scars on your back are pretty cool are they from the lightning?" He asked making me smile.

"Yeah, they're kind of common in victims of the weather," I replied with a shrug, I moved the wheelchair aside and climbed back into bed. "Wait, how did you see them?" I asked suspiciously. Dean smirked.

"I hate hospital gowns but not when they're on you," He charmed adding a wink and I giggled as I shook my head. I realise he must have seen my underweared butt, but considering I didn't hear him complaining I was fine with it. The doctors say I can't wear clothes yet as the wounds are still a little open, as soon as they close up I can leave. Dean saw there was a TV beside his bed and started flicking through the channels and adding random comments to make me laugh.

A tall guy with dark hair walked in and made eye contact with me, I smiled politely making him smile back before he continued and stood in front of Dean's bed. "You ever watch daytime TV? It's terrible," Dean asked the male. The guy sighed. "That fabric softener bear, oh I want to hunt that son of a bitch down," He added I suppressed a giggle.

"Dean, I spoke with your doctor." The guy sadly informed.

"Yeah," Dean sighed and turned the TV off. "Looks, like you're going to be leaving town without me,"

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to leave you here," The tall guy added.

"Ay, you better take care of that car, I swear I'll haunt your ass," Dean added trying to joke but the guy didn't laugh.

"I don't think that's funny," The guy's voice was close to breaking and you could hear he was upset for Dean.

"Oh, come on. It's a little funny," Dean eased but wasn't helping.

"Dean, don't be a dick," I spoke up making them look at me.

"But it's my speciality," He argued. I gave him a scolding look, eyebrow raised. "Okay. Look, Sammy. What can I say it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it the end of the story," Dean was wallowing in self-pity and it was easy to see he'd stopped fighting. The 'Sammy' guy didn't hesitate to reply.

"Don't talk like that alright, we still have options." He spoke softly like he was afraid to hurt him any more than he already was.

"What options? Yeah, burial or cremation." Dean's tone was bitter. "You got to know it's not easy, I'm gonna die, and you can't stop it."

"Watch me," Sammy added before leaving with a determined look. Dean sighed. I climbed out of bed walked over to Dean's bed and sat at his feet. He looked at me confused.

"So, you're going to give up?" I asked in a soft tone.

"There's nothing we can do," He added annoying me.

"But wouldn't you rather go down fighting?" I asked and he seemed to think it all through. I smirked knowing I had him questioning it and left him to think it over.

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Angel - Pietro Maximoff x F!Powered!Reader

Warnings: fix it fic where Pietro doesn't die at the end of Age of Ultron! Medical jargon is probably incorrect.

A/n: Anyway this is for a friend of mine who asked where Wanda's brother's fics were and why I haven't written any. Heres to you 🫡

All grammatical errors are my own bc I don't have beta readers.

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“Male, Caucasian, approximately 22-24 years of age, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, abdomen and arms. His breathing is labored and blood pressure low.” One of my nurses says as we wheel this unknown man into the O.R.

“Alright! We need gauze, bowls and scalpels and blood! GO! GO! GO!” I yell at my team trying to save this young man’s life. I may be only 20 and one of the youngest surgeons in the world but my team knows I care about them and only yell when it’s something crucial.

“Here ma’am, everything you need.” Maria, my head nurse tells me while I walk into the room gloved and masked.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, we are going to save this man’s life.” I say looking around the sterile room.

*6 hours later*

“Alright we did it, great job guys. Move him over to an empty recovery room and let them know their friend is fine.” I say walking out. I go and stand near the coffee machine and buy myself a cup.

“So Doc, how's the kid?” I look up and see an old friend.

“Well, Stark, how many times have I told you not to call me Doc? Reminds me of Bugs Bunny, and he’s doing fine. We managed to save him, just barely. He lost a lot of blood, had multiple breaks, what the hell were you guys fighting?!”

“Uh robots, and besides if you had come along with us like I keep suggesting and using those wonderful powers you have-“ I cut him off before he can even finish his thought.

“Stark I’ve told you before, I’m not properly trained for combat, I’m just a doctor, and I’ll tell you what I’ll go and heal all his wounds right now, that way you’ll have him back.” I say sipping the black hot liquid.

“And I told you (y/n) there’s more out there than just shitty coffee and white walls. Listen I'll pitch the idea to Fury to have you move to the compound and become an avenger, you could help a whole lot more people if you agreed” He says as he walks back down the hallway and out the door.

I threw the cup of coffee away and walked into Pietro’s room. I learned of his name after the operation. He honestly looks very peaceful just lying there sleeping. I go and close the blinds and shut and lock the door. I don't need anyone not authorized to know about my powers to come stumbling in the room.

I take off my glove and remove his blanket from his chest; I take a deep breath and lay my hands on his chest. A white light filling up the room along with the slight hum of the machines connected to him.

When I finish he begins to slowly open his eyes. “Is that an Angel I see? A beautiful angel?”

I blush slightly “No Mr. Maximoff, I can assure you that I am no Angel. I am your Doctor; my name is (y/n) (l/n).”

“So I do have an angel in front of me because only an angel would have such a beautiful name as that.” He said smiling.

“Well it’s good to see you are getting back to normal brother” a female voice came from the door.

“Well that is my que to go, I’ll be checking back on you tomorrow and if everything looks good, you should be free to go within the next few days” I say sliding out of the door.

“She seems nice” I hear his sister say as I walk back to my office. Wait, how’d she unlock the door? Did she see me use my powers? All these questions went on swimming through my head.

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“Good morning Mr. Maximoff, how are you feeling?” I asked while walking into his hospital room, looking at his medical charts “are you eating alright?”

“Good, I've gotten my strength back and maybe that means my speed came back?” he says, getting up in his bed.

“Wow there mr maximoff you've only just started healing and you only recently had surgery. It might take some time for your speed to get back.” I say while gently lying him back down on the bed.

“Alright but promise me once we're out of here and I'm no longer your patient we will hang out and be friends yes?” he says while smiling the dorkiest of smiles I've ever seen.

“Yes, we are already friends but when you get released we can hang out” I say while grabbing my clipboard and walking back out of the room and closing the door. I lean against the wall outside and take a deep breath, wow i can't be falling for my patient but he wont be my patient next week, no next week he’ll be my teammate.

Just before walking into his room this morning I had gotten a call from Stark informing me I would become an official member of the team, healing them whenever necessary as well as healing those injured during missions.

This will surely be a fun experience especially when I have a handsome man like Pietro on my team.

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tenthcrowley · 1 year

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BINDER

Bucky Barnes x Trans!Reader (he/they)

Request: None.

Fandom: MCU.

Genre: Little angst but fluff at the end.

Words: 1370

Summary: You haven't been feeling great lately, you haven't been feeling any positive at all. After a rough day at work someone finally notice your mood.

TW: Faking happiness, intense crying (just the noise of throwing things and groans), old binder not binding enough now, reader's looks like a MESS, and just fluff? idk

This was just awful. Since you woke up you knew the day will suck. You didn't have motivation for anything and you were just sick of feeling like this. You sighed now laying down on the couch of the living room in the Avengers building. You remember the first time you entered hhere, it was like a kid with a bunch of brand new toys. Just that the kid didn't had to fight constantly.

"You okay?" You didn't realize when you had closed your eyes, wow you must be really exhausted. You open them and look up at Steve who had a concerning look in his face.

"Yeah, yeah, just... very tired." You try to smile at him but it's most like a disgusted face. He chuckled. He knows you, he knows you're stubborn and never admit you're dying to have some rest. You remind him of his younger self. Younger in like before he was frozen, but technically he hasn't changed because, again, technically he's still a young man. Never mind, he thinks you look like him when he was trying to join the war, strong, insistent, brave and a little (much) stubborn.

"Go on. Get a shower and sleep. Some rest will do you well."

You roll your eyes as you got up from the couch.

"Yes, dad." He laughs while you're leaving to your room.

You were really good at faking, lying. Everyone would think you're living the best moment of your life while you're internally dying. You're so good to put a fake smile on your face and hide all of your pain. Pain. God, when will you stop feeling pain? When will you feel free, happy.

Steve looked at your way still when you had left. Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder to get him off of his trance.

"You okay?"

Rogers nod. "I am. He's not. They say they're okay but it's just not true. I don't know why he cannot trust me yet." He's sad. Because he really loves you, you're like kind of a little brother to take care of and seeing you this way, seeing you in pain but not telling, faking, hiding it, not trusting him. It hurt his heart a lot. "They will tell you, tho." That's true. (Y/N) is always honest to Bucky. When (Y/N) opens to him, they ask him to remain silence about it. He does. But Steve wasn't born yesterday, he knew they tell each other almost everything. Didn't know what exactly but that's not of his business and he gets it.

"Uh, I can't try." The black haired man left his friend alone in the living and made his way to your room. He wasn't gonna show it, but he was very worried about you. You are really important to him, you take a big place in his heart and viceversa.

Before he can knock, he hears groans and sobs with violently punches to things, not things that can break tho. Bucky sighs and finally knocks, instantly the noise stops.

"It's me."

The door immediately opens and (Y/N)'s hand reaches him to pull him inside the room and closing the door again. When Bucky turns, your eyes are red and swollen from crying, dried tears on your cheeks being replaced by new ones, your hair is all messed up like you just got out of a street fight, but what caught his attention the most was that you were shirtless, scratching your arms without causing any injuries but leaving your skin red and burning, you were in just your binder, in your old and worn binder. Now he knows why you were all shut the entire day, you were having dysphoria the whole fucking day. He understood, being around cisgender men all day could be tough for you, he didn't know you feel, but he understood. Plus you haven't bought a binder in like a year so it's stretched out and old, which means it doesn't tightness like it used to.

No words needed for when he opens his arms and you ran to hug him. He squeezes you and puts his nose on the top of your head. You love that. His hugs are different than the rest. Despite his metal arm, his hugs are comfy and warm, it brings you back to Earth instantly, they make you feel safe and like home. Minutes passed and you just hug. He never let you go making you the one to break the wrap when you feel it's been enough. So he just stays, smelling your hair knowing you just showered and maybe that's another reason why you're like this, since your binder it's not wet you didn't wore it to get showered. Finally you pull out the hug now calmed.

"Do you want to explain it me? If not, that's okay, I understand." He smiles at you, looking directly at your eyes.

You feel your heart warm and you sigh. You've been in the Avengers for like a year now and it's been impossible to not fall for Bucky. You avoided him, all the time! But that bastard always found a way to come back to your life. Until one day you stopped fighting and just gave up to the idea of having him around almost all the time, making you fall really hard. And stuff like this, this situation right now, everytime he comes and calms you down, he gives you a kiss on the forehead, when he hugs you, when you compliments you, stuff like this makes you confuse and it's like playing with your emotions. You know Bucky doesn't realize that so at least you can be obvious about your feelings for him and he will just never know.

"I need a new binder." Being honest? That's the only thing you could say right now. You wanted to explain to him but... you couldn't. It's like if you say how you feel, all the calmness he gave you would fly away like a feather in a rough wind. Simple as that.

"Okay. We can get you one." He smiled again and you felt melting. You adore the way he smiles. He stepped closer and gave you a kiss on your forehead but staying inches from your face.

You looked at him. You wanted to kiss him so bad. So so bad. So you did, excepting that could say all your words can't. For your surprise he responded the kiss with the same sweetness and caring. You both blushed because you understood each other. This kiss speaks more than a million words and you get it. It feels like you both needed it, you both needed to let out all the sentiment you've been keeping and couldn't express. Your hands were at the sides of your body and so his. You didn't want to touch each other, at least not yet. The kiss finally broke and you could look at each other's eyes, another thing you understood.

"So you...?" He said.

"Yes." You answered fast. "You?"

"Yeah." You both giggled and finally looked at each other. You saw his blue eyes that were like a sky in a plenty summer, clear, shining and beautiful. There was love in his eyes you could tell. You smiled for real for the first time in days. You felt happy after so long. You wanted to cry of happiness, not just because Bucky feels the same way about you but because you're finally feeling good, at least for a moment.

"Go on, put a shirt on and we will go out to buy you a new binder." He said giving you a kiss on the forehead and then walking to your bedroom door.

"Really?" You said trying to hide your excitement.

He looked at you and nod smiling before leaving.

You smile got even bigger as you grabbed any t-shirt you liked to put it on then fix your hair to finally come out. You're being happy. Even if Bucky was already there for you before, somehow, now it feels even better, have him by your side like more than a friend it felt different. You felt different. Different good.

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babyhailey564 · 1 year

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This story contains a lot of sexual gay content and a bit crass at times. It’s been written for you gay diaper boys out there that crave and sexually get off on diaper humiliation of being forced into diapers or babyhood. I purposely tried to tag quite a few subjects in this story to appeal to a larger audience. Gay ,str8 , DL, AB

This story is about 23 year old jock who’s a AB/DL trying to deal with his emotions and strong desires to be force back into babyhood.

Like many he has little exposure to others in real time meetings and most of his fantasies he’s lived out on his own in his head.

That was all about to change ,way more then he ever imagined while chatting online one day, probably more then he bargained for .

Like most into our scene I spend a lot of time chatting on the Internet with other guys into diapers .

Then one day when I was 23 year old I started chatting with a guy who only lived 40 mins away in a small rural town.

He told me he was married that his wife and sister in law treated him like a baby . Of course I didn’t believe him and thought he had a wild imagination like so many on the internet. Though I liked chatting with him because the treatment he told me he received was what I craving.

He was kind of mysterious, he’d only pop up on my chat once in a blue moon, then just disappear while chatting .

This went on for months us chatting on and off telling each other our fantasies. At least mine where fantasies since I had very little exposure to the real diaper world . .

Then one Saturday morning when I was signed on , he popped up on my chat, telling his wife and sister in law where away for the weekend .

Asking me to come out and visit him . At that point I was so hungry to meet others into diapers, so jumped at the chance and said yes .

I was a bit surprise by his offer because in our last chat together had grown a bit tired by his wild stories and sudden disappearing acts and kind of made fun of him a little bit.

Though I was gay and he was so called straight didn’t really matter I just wanted to meet other diaper guys .

Well he sent me directions to his house in the country to my email .

I headed out to his place about 5 pm in the afternoon ,it took me like 45 mins to get there .

He lived in a old run down farm house in the middle of “no where” .

I got out of my jeep went and knocked on the door .

A good looking guy in his late 20’s answered the door in nothing but a T-shirt and diaper, covered in puffy baby pants

Of course my dick went boing !

Though to say the least I was very….. nervous .

We sat around talking, having some beers, but I couldn’t take my eyes of his diapers wishing it was me.

Jeff seemed like a nice guy, but a bit shy of a full load ,kind of that country simple mentality thing going on .

When he talked I kept hearing banjo’s playing in my head.LOL!

I was slugging down beers trying to dull my nerviness,after I had about 3 beers he suggested we get me diapered.

He took me to a bedroom ,the first thing I spotted was a playpen in the middle of the room and also a huge baby crib.

There was a little single bed in the corner and shelves staked with diapers and plastic pants .

Wow I thought to myself, so he wasn’t lying about his life of being treated like a baby. At that point it occurred to me this was a….. bit weird .

His wife and sister in law really treated him like a baby which made me feel a… bit…. leery .

I probably should have said right then,I got to leave , but my little head down below wanted to be diapered.

Jeff insisted on diapering me ,I’d said never been diapered by anyone before .

So of course I jumped at the chance.

I stripped out of my jeans and boxers and laid on the bed .

He grab 2 very thick cloth diapers ,I had mentioned I had never tried cloth before .He then slipped them under me and powdered the diapers up good.

I laid there with the biggest stiffy in the world ,Jeff smiled and joked saying it looks like you really like this dude!

Then he got pins and pinned my diapers up nice and snug ,he grabbed some clear baby pants and slid them up my legs.

I thought I had gone to heaven and was going to explode right there on the spot in my diapers.

We went back to the living room and had a few more beers , I keep pounding the beers and began feeling no pain , finally relaxing and getting into the whole thing .

It was soooo………. cool just us 2 hanging out in our diapers chatting having some beers.

Then Jeff suggested let’s go play in baby nursery ,we grabbed our beers and headed up to the room .

He talked me into getting in the playpen ,I had never been in a playpen before .

Of course the beer made all my inhibitions disappear.

As I step in and sat down playpen my body actually began to shake a bit ,it felt so “incredible” like this is where I “belonged”.

I had the most raging hard on ,tenting my diapers .

He then grabbed a baby bottle and took my beer and filled the bottle and gave it to me.

Another new experience ,I put it in my lips and began to suck on it ,I thought I died and went to heaven.

He kind of played Daddy and kept teasing me,saying is baby going wet his diapers .

Well after while with all the beers I let go and soaked my diapers ,Jeff was laughing he could see my plastic pants get a big wet yellow spot inside spreading against the front of my diapers . I was a bit drunk but was in baby heaven . .

Then Jeff said he’d be right back ,he needed to get a cold one .Very buzzed on beer I sat there sucking on the baby bottle regressing away in the playpen. Well he returned a few minutes later and walked through the door with a big grin on his face .

Then…… 2 women followed behind him . My jaw dropped to the ground ,there I was sitting in a playpen ,in nothing but soaking wet diapers on,

with a baby bottle in my mouth . I must have looked like a deer in car headlights when I saw them and froze .

One of the women said well ,well, well looks like we have another baby here .

I tried to stand up in the playpen and one of the women said sit down in your playpen baby boy !.

Jeff just standing there with a big smirking grin of amusement on his face .Like SUCKER!

At that point I knew I had been tricked by them all .

Then even worse I had to pee again bad and had no choice but to let go in my diapers in front of them.

They could tell I was wetting and laughed at me saying dam the boy is soaking his diadee’s again.

Then the women talk between themselves about me .

One said to the other, looks like we got a sissy baby on our hands,Jeff adding he likes baby boys too……

The other replied with agreement and said I think we need to teach the boy a good lesson he’ll never forget.

I was mortified at that point and felt trapped and humiliated .

What could I say in my defense? As I sat in the playpen in diapers so soaked from pee they were pudding in the bottom of the plastic pants with a baby bottle in my hands .

Then one of the women walked over and picked up my jeans , felt for my keys and wallet ,she grabs the rest of my clothes too.

She said you re not going anywhere soon baby, so you won’t be needing these and left the room with my clothes.

The other women said you do exactly as your told and be a good baby ,we may let you go tomorrow .

Adding we can’t have drunk baby’s driving on the road at night. with a “Chuckle ”

She looked at me and asked if I was going to be a good baby ,I had little alternative but to say yes .

She replied call me Mommy for now on baby and my sister is Auntie.

I said yes Mommy ,in a broken cracked nervous voice.

Then other one came back in the room and said lets get him into the bathroom and cleaned up.

They took me by the hand and walked me to the bathroom as one of them unpinned my soaking diapers and let them drop on the floor inside my plastic pants. They told me to keep sucking on my baby bottle of beer, if it was not for being so buzzed on beer I probably would have been mortified and tried to fight back.

The tell all was my dick standing out str8 as a flag pole,it was admitting one side of me enjoyed my treatment .

Mommy chuckled in disgust looking at my cock and said some big baby going to loveeee……… this.

Mommy said that hair down below on you baby , it got to go……Baby’s don’t have hair.

I tried to say no pleaseeee ,she slapped me hard on my damp bare bottom saying you’ll do as your told,just suck on that bottle baby!

They ordered me in the bath tube and Mommy grabbed electric trimmers out of the cabinet.

Mommy turn them on and began to shave my hair off down below ,I just stood there feeling totally helpless sucking on my beer to relieve my nervousness ,being stripped of my manhood by total strangers

Auntie commented he’s looking more like a baby by the minute.

She got done trimming all the long hair off down below ,then grabbed a bottle of hair remover .

She put on rubber gloves and began to smear it all over my crotch and legs .

After about 5 mins of a burning feeling on my skin , she turned on the shower and I looked down as my hairy manhood washed away down the drain .

Jeff the whole time is watching from the door with the biggest freaking grin on his face ,like a little kid in a candy store .

I stood there as she dried me off like a baby and then she said, time to get you back in your DIA…..PERS……….baby boy

She lead me back to the baby room as they called it and pushed me down on the changing bed.

The 2 women talked back and forth between themselves ,one telling the other to go get a suppository ,we need to make him feel like a “real” baby.

I kind of made a moaning noise .

Mommy grinned and said don’t worry I have a feeling your going “love” dropping a big messy load in your diapers baby .

Jeff filled us in on all your little baby secrets you told him in online chat.

He also told us you made fun of him too, adding you didn’t believe him ,well after tonight you will be a believer.

You’ll feel like a real tough man filling the butt of your diapers like a baby in front of all of us, chuckling a loud !

Mommy grabbed the baby lotion and smeared it thickly on my groin and butt , the other women returned with the suppository .

Mommy pushed my legs up and lubed my butt and popped the suppository in my hole.

Then grabbed a thick disposable diaper and several soaker pads slipped them under me and taped up the diapers nice and tight.

She grab a pink pair of plastic pants and said pink for SISSY’S and slipped them up my legs .

I had to admit to myself in my drunken state my hair being gone made the diapers feel so soft and wonderful.

There I laid in thick diapers ,thinking I was going to mess my diapers eventually in front of 2 strange women.

They pulled me off the changing bed and put me back in the playpen with Jeff.

Mommy told Auntie to get a baby bottle full of beer and to put something extra in it to make the baby keeps wetting his diapers .

She returned with the baby bottle and shoved it in my mouth,and said suck every last drop down .

They both sat down on the bed and teased me relentlessly as I sucked away on the baby bottle.

Jeff kept ranting the baby is going to mess in his diapers ,laughing at me.

I got almost halfway through the bottle and I felt a rumble in my stomach .

It starting getting worse ,I began to figit moving my butt back and forth.

Jeff squealed to Mommy he’s going to mess in his diapers sounding like a child telling on a sibling.

I felt like a 2 year old at that point ,trying to hold it back ,Mommy saying is baby going to make a mes….sy in his diapers.

They could tell from the look of agony on my face and I had stopped sucking on the bottle .

Then with no control my ass started exploding over and over in the seat of my diapers.

I made a moaning whimpering noise each time my butt muscles pumped out another spurt of the warm goo.

With each spurt in the seat of my diapers I felt like my body was shrinking smaller and smaller.

Mommy ordered me to stand up and she walked over to the playpen ,she rubbed and patted hard my butt and said wow baby made a BIG….. messy in his diapers,didn’t you ?

I felt myself sinking even further into Babyhood replying yes in shame.

She said well you can sit in them for awhile and think about what a big baby you are .

Eventually I had to pee and added to the mess soaking my diapers .

Then Mommy said it’s time for your special bottle sissy baby. She looked at Jeff and said show him .

Jeff reached into his diapers and pulled out his dick and said here’s your bottle baby . Mommy pushed me towards Jeffs dick and said suck on the bottle baby.

I hesitated but had no choice and was in not position to argue .I slowly put my lips on Jeff’s dick.

Mommy pushed the back of my head to take in every last inch , his crotch stunk of urine and could feel his wet diaper hitting my chin.

The women teased me and kept saying what a big diaper sissy I was and said I bet you love Jeff’s baby bottle.

There I was in big messy diapers sucking on another diaper boys dick,with 2 strange women as a audience

I kept sucking and Mommy kept pushing my head faster and faster .

Jeff finally said Mommy I’m going to cum…. ,she said give the sissy baby your milk and she pushed my head hard into his crotch ,so his dick jammed down throat.

I felt his warm pulsating load shoot down my throat.

The women just laughed and force me to tell them I loved sucking Jeff’s bottle.

I said with tears in my eye I loved Jeff’s Baby Bottle .

Mommy said wait until we let baby Jeff plug your diapered rosebud with his baby bottle.

Eventually they took me into the bathroom got me all cleaned up then put thick clean diapers and plastic pants on me .

Then put me in a big baby crib and locked my wrists to leather cuffs in the crib .

One of them came in the room with a baby bottle full of milk ,she walked over to me and had a pill in her fingers.

She pryed my mouth open and said take this , it will help you sleep, then shoved it in my mouth and jammed the baby bottle in my lips

She forced me to drink the milk,while talking down to me like I was a little baby.

Mommy looked over and said to her sister don’t you think we should give him another suppository .

Her sister said with excitement defiantly ! He’ll wake up feeling like a’’ REAL’’ baby in the morning with messy wet diapers.

They pulled down the side of the crib pushed me on my side and one yanked down the back of my diapers and the other slipped the big pill in my butt.

They pulled my diapers and plastic pants up fast and made me finished the milk .

I was getting real drowsy at that point and could barely keep my eyes open between the effects of all the beer and the sleeping pill.

The last thing I remember was the light being turned off and hearing sweet dreams baby .

I woke in the morning feeling groggy and very disoriented,with a hang over .

I finely focused my eyes , where I was and what was happening to me started to creep back into my mind.

Though a lot of blanks do to being drunk last night

I could feel my diapers were soaked and there was a warm mess in the back of my diapers .

I try to reach down and feel my diapers but my wrists were strapped to the crib bars at my sides.

There was a sense of panic in me like WTF!

I had no idea what came over me I began to cry l in silence to myself out of frastration.

I think because I felt like such a baby lying there helpless in a crib in messy,wet diapers,I had “no” recollection of wetting or messing during that night or exactly how I ended up bound in the crib.

Then I heard the door open, it was Mommy and Jeff .

Mommy walked over to me and could see the tears running down my face. Seeing their faces made more of what happened last night in my drunken state coming back to me .

Talking to me like a 2 year old she said is baby crying because he messed his diapers last night ,I motioned my head up and down to say yes.

She said it’s ok that’s what baby’s do at night ,adding “GET USE TO IT” .

Get use to it I thought in my puzzled hung over mind ?

Mommy released me from the leather handcuffs and put down the side of the crib and got me out .

I waddled as I walked from my heavily soaked and loaded diapers.

Mommy said your having trouble walking you better crawl like a baby and forced me down on all 4’s and stuck a pacifier in my mouth.

At that point I totally lost it , I was a bit disoriented ,half awake and hung over. Acting like a baby was the easy thing to do at that point ,to think of anything else made my head hurt

I let go of ever last ounce of adulthood left in my body and mind . What else could I do at that point but to let go ,crawling in loaded messy diapers on all 4’s with no choice.

Jeff kept repeating to Mommy he’s a “BIG” time baby . Mommy replied he sure is , he was very ‘easy’ to break down.

With a big strong muscular body like his, he could have easily over powered us and gotten away if he really wanted to, but look at him now crawling on all 4’s in his big messy baby diapers . Saying in a devious voice I think you found us a keeper this time Jeff .

Hearing that gave me a pit in my stomach ,thinking to myself found a keeper ?

Jeff said to Mommy he told me in chat online he wanted to be treated like a real baby ,giggling ! I thought Damm………. I did , I thought to myself I told him my ultimate fantasy was to be forced back into babyhood .

They made me crawl down to the kitchen and put me in a highchair and strapped me in tieing a sesame street baby bib on me.

Her sister walked in and said it smells like some baby did a big mess in his diapers last night,I kind of hung my head.

Mommy made me oatmeal ,I sat there being spoon fed like a baby why the others ate like adults ,making me eat every last drop.

Eventually they got me out of the high chair and took me to the bathroom and got me cleaned up.

I was so happy my messy diapers were getting very….. uncomfortable.

Then lead me back to the baby room and on the changing table for thick disposable diapers and plastic pants .

Mommy said to Jeff it’s time to have fun with the baby’s rosebud ,Jeff eyes lit up .

It did not compute what she said in my foggy disoriented hung over mind of confusion,thinking what’s a rosebud ?

They took me over to the crib ,got me up into it and forced me to lay on my stomach.

I heard snap ,snap on both arms and my legs before I could even realized what was happening

They used straps to spread eagle my body face down and shoved a big baby pacifier in my mouth that had straps come around my head lock it in place .

I was scared shitless at this point WTF is happening? .

They yanked down the back of my diapers to expose my hole .

Jeff stripped out of his sweat pants and let them drop to the floor to expose his shave crotch with a big stiffy.

Then it all computed my rosebud ,Holly shit I’m going to get fucked !

I panicked and tried yelling through my huge pacifier ,all of it came out as muffled.

I heard Mommy say calm down you going to really enjoy this sissy boy!

I was gay but never let anyone penetrate me before .

He then got up on top of me , lubed my butt hole and then I could feel the tip of Jeff’s dick pushing in my butt hole.

Mommy and her sister said give the sissy baby what he what he wants .

At first it really hurt,trying to pull on my restraints to get free ,then the pain slowly subsided and began to feel better.

Jeff started pumping away in me like a little kid on a big toy rocking horse on crack, saying baby’s rosebud feels so good….

Jeff kept pumping away and to my total embarrassment and more humiliation I started to moan in uncontrolled ecstasy forgetting the circumstances this was happening under.

The women cheering for Jeff and laughing at me at getting boned in my diapers .

Then Jeff started pumping my hole harder and I could feel him stiffen up and then he shot his load in my butt saying Mommy I’m cumming .

As he exploded deep inside me, I let out a “LOUD” moan through the big pacifier.

My head was turned toward the women and I could see the great amusement on there faces.

Mommy commenting to Auntie I wish I moaned like that when I got laid by a man ,I think the baby just had a butt orgasm

Jeff finally got off of me and got out of the crib. They release me from my bonds ,I rolled over and discovered to further humiliation I was rock hard.

My diapers and plastic pants were over stretched like a pup tent from my hard on .

The women spotted it and said looks like baby really enjoy his rosebud being popped !

Mommy said we better take care of the baby’s little pee pee.

Mommy came over and began to massage my dick through my plastic pants and diapers ,I began to moan,then she stopped .

She Grabbed a life size teddy bear laying on the floor and placed it in the crib and instructed me to roll on top of it and hump my diapers like a good baby

I was so f….ing horny to get off I’d do anything at that point .

Embarrassed and humiliated as I was I began to hump the big life size bear in my diapers for relief.

The crinkle of my diapers ,crib mattress cover sent me into a humping frenzy ecstasy .

They then made me say out loud ’ I’m a baby’ as I humped away .

Mumbling I’m a baby over and over through my pacifier. I was GONE……… ,totally disconnected from reality humping away in baby land.

Only focusing in how good my dick felt in my thick soft diapers felt against my smooth dick .

Then Jeff blurt out, someone sure………. loves beinging a baby braking me out of my frenzy !

Huh Jeff barked at me? I mumbled I ’m a baby ,he replied I can’t hear you and instructed me to look up at him and say it

I said loud as I could through the pacifier I ’m a baby , turning my head to look up at Jeff only to see the lens of a video camera ,thinking ooooh….. shit there filming me, but it was to late I was already over the edge of no return .

Violently exploding with the most intense orgasm of my life Screaming into the camera I’m a BABY. I felt like I was pissing gallons of cum in my diapers moaning over and over I’m a baby, baby, baby through the pacifier.

I laid there exhausted my body shuttering,breathing hard for a minute saying quietly to myself “ I’m a baby” as I tried to gather me thoughts. As though I finally was admitting it to myself, I loved babyhood and conceding to it.

Mommy heard me and said you sure are one big baby. You just proved to us, you LOVE….. being a baby .

Mommy looked at Jeff and said did you record all of that ,he said I got every single second of it on video.

She said good with that video he’s going to be very cooperative in the future.

When every I fantasized on my own and got off ,right afterwards I snapped back to adult reality .Well that was not the case this time it made me feel even more infantile . The fact it happened as they all watched and filmed me getting off in baby ecstasy ,now diapers and babyhood made me feel even more helpless and very vulnerable to them.

Since they now held the keys to my biggest secret in my life and were my keepers if they so chose.

Totally emotionally exhausted ,I conceded to my new babyhood and loss of reality .

I endured even more baby treatment that day. Finally being put in super thick layered disposable diapers and old pair of nursery print plastic pants along with a suppository in my butt.

They gave me my clothes back ,I could barely button my jeans and my zipper was jammed open on the diapers they were so bulky .

Leaving my midsection all bulging out ,diapers sticking out of the waist and teddy bear baby pants exposed .

I tried to fix my zipper but Mommy slapped my hand and said leave it alone,then she yanked on it to jam it even more.

Mommy commenting I hope you got enough gas to get home because the whole world will know what a baby you are, if you get out of your car .

They walked me to my car ,me waddling like a 2 year old from the thick diapers and said we’ll expect you next Friday night baby and plan to spend a weekend here.

Remember we have all your information written down from your wallet and know where to find you

Not to forget to mention your first family home baby video .

I drove off in my car feeling totally emotionally drained bound in thick bulky baby diapers ,feeling like a 2 yrs old driving down the street .

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 10 months

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Chapter 22 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Jazz giggled quietly to herself, quite amused at the look of disbelief etched into Jason's features. They had already made it to the apartment building he lived in, the man wanting to change into some 'civilian clothes' before they headed for the docks, and Jason still seemed to be reeling over the fact that her brother traveled to another dimension so often that he was beginning to learn how to make his own doorways in and out.

"Is my brother making his own way out of the 'Realms really that much of a shock?" She asked him, stifling another round of giggles as he shoved his hand through his messy curls. "I mean, you're a vigilante, in a world with other heros. Is that sort of thing unusual here?"

It was his turn to be amused. He snorted, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Nah. I mean, we deal with a lot of people, and some have abilities, but none can tear the fabric of reality like it's paper. Well," he paused his hand coming up to rub at the skin just below his domino mask, "except for the speedster. But they usually travel through time, not to different realities." When she raised her eyebrow at him, he corrected himself. "I mean, they can travel to different dimensions, but it's usually pretty difficult for them, and they usually try not to do it often." He explained. "And it's not like we haven't been to other dimension either, we just haven't really been to one that didn't have at least some version of us in it. We've seen and experienced a lot of stuff, but a dimension without the people that make up the Justice League? That's one that hasn't really come up."

"Wow. And I thought our lives were weird." Jazz giggled again, stopping to let Jason open the door for her. His apartment was the same as the last time she had been there, unsurprising considering that she had been there not even a full day ago. The only differences were the still-drying dishes in the dish rack and the faint smell of breakfast hanging in the air.

"Feel free to look around," Jason waved a dismissive hand at his sparsely decorated apartment as he walked past her and down the hall, "just don't touch anything that looks dangerous. I'll only be a minute." With that, he closed what Jazz assumed was his bedroom door, leaving her alone in his home for a second time.

She glanced around the open space, taking in the details that she hadn't noticed the first time she had been here. Now that she wasn't worried sick for her brother, she could admit that she was a bit curious. Jason didn't have a lot of stuff lying around, a few well-cared for books stacked on the end table was the most 'clutter' she could find. The coffee table had coasters, and a small succulent, but was otherwise pretty empty. Part of her wondered if the lack of personal items was a personal preference, or a side effect of being a vigilante. Then again, Danny's room was always a mess, so maybe it was a personal thing.

One thing in the room did catch her eye, however. It wasn't a book, but a picture frame, resting on the window seal. Walking over to it, she crouched down, brushing the intricately carved wood gently with her finger tips. It was smooth and glossy under her touch, worn but strangely pristine. Almost like it hadn't been touched much, besides having been moved around.

Behind the glass in the frame sat an old picture, creases from being folded up paired with ridges and yellowing that came with age. In the photo, there was a very small, scruffy-looking boy that clung to the leg of a woman. The woman herself didn't look to be in the best condition, her clothes baggy on her thin frame and her face slightly gaunt, but there was a loving look in her eyes as she gazed down at the small boy beside her. Despite her ragged appearance, Jazz couldn't help but think that the woman was strangely beautiful, in a weird way.

There was a somewhat bittersweet air that clung to the frame, so strong that even she could feel it, which was odd because sensing emotional imprints was more of Danny's thing than hers.

'Maybe I shouldn't mess with it,' Jazz thought, standing up reluctantly. It felt oddly personal, to be messing with something that was obviously sentimental in some way. So she backed away, leaving it in favor of looking around some more. She peeked at the books he had left out instead, raising her eyebrow at some of them. She really never would have pegged him as a Pride and Prejudice fan, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed to fit him.

It was only a few minutes later that Jason walked back into the living room, his vigilante gear replaced by a black leather jacket, plain t-shirt, and loose fitting jeans. Slinging a bag over his shoulder, he paused and raised and cocked his head to the side. "Are you a fan of Pride and Prejudice too?" He asked her, walking over and crouching next to the couch where she had sat down.

Jazz nodded. "I read a lot of different things when I was younger. Pride and Prejudice was one of my favorites for a while." She admitted to him, setting the book back on its pile before she stood. "So, are you ready to go?" She asked, offering him her hand.

Jason looked her over for a second before taking her hand. She didn't have to pull him up though, the man standing up on his own. Gripping her hand firmly, he gestured towards the door with his free hand. "Yep. Lead the way," he said, a roguish smirk on his face.

Jazz rolled her eyes at him, but didn't bother protesting as she walked out, pausing to let him lock the door back before pulling him along, down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk. She wasn't quite sure where she was going, but she was pretty sure that this had been the way she came from when she had first gotten here.

Jason let her lead him through Gotham's grimey alleyways, not once protesting. Even though she was pretty sure she took a few wrong turns, and had led them in a circle at least twice. Thankfully, luck was somewhat on her side today, because the pair managed to make it to the warehouse she had left the Speeder in before the sun had a chance to set.

Dropping his hand, Jazz grabbed the edge of a metal cover that replaced one of the warehouse's broken windows. With one heave, the tin was bent upwards enough for her to slide through. The redhead held it open for Jason, waiting for him to slip through before she dropped it, only flinching slightly at the loud rattly bang it made as it slammed back into place.

"It should be in here," she told the man, walking forwards as she tried to remember where exactly she had parked it. The only downside to having a vehicle with an invisibility setting, it made it hard to find if you don't remember exactly where it was left.

"Are you sure about that? Because I'm not seeing anythi-" Jason's voice cut off mid-sentence, a metallic thump ringing out. "Gah!" the man shouted. "Son of a-" Jazz turned around quickly, hurrying over to where he was half-crouched, holding his shin. As she got closer, she could hear him muttering words that, under normal circumstances, she would have felt inclined to scold him for. Seeing as how he was in pain though, she decided to let it slide, just this once.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she knelt down beside him, her hands hovering between the two, uncertain if she should interfere.

"Yeah, m'fine." Jason gritted out, massaging the tender skin of his leg. "Just hit it on something, I'll be fine." As if to prove his words, the man stood up, only stumbling slightly as he reoriented himself. "What did I even kick though? I don't see anything here."

"Well," Jazz sat back on her heels before pushing herself up as well, "that'd probably be what we're looking for." Turning to where the man had stood only a few seconds ago, the redhead carefully reached out her hands, waving them about slowly as she searched for the invisible vehicle. It only took a few seconds for her fingers to brush the cold, thick metal of one of the Speeder's rear thrusters. "Aha!" She exclaimed, letting her hands follow the thruster back to the body and over the framework until she felt the handle of the door. "Great work, Jason! You found it!"

"Found wha-" Jason's half-confused, half-exasperated question trailed into silence as she unlocked the door and pulled it open, causing the vehicle's invisibility to fall and reveal the sorta-futuristic looking hovercraft. "...somehow I wasn't expecting this." He finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. A silence that went relatively unnoticed by Jazz, who was busy digging through the clutter in the back seat. When Jason received no response, he walked up to the door himself, ducking his head in to check out the surprisingly spacious inside of the impossible vehicle. "What did you say the Speeder was again?" He asked, climbing inside to peer at Jazz around the driver's seat.

She didn't stop rummaging as she answered him. "Uhh, technically I didn't tell you what it was? I just said that I arrived in it." Shoving a bag out of her way, she paused to blow a strand of loose hair from her face before diving back in. "But technically it's a spacecraft, only its made to withstand the Ghost Zone, not outer space." Huffing, she sat back from the mess in front of her. "This isn't working. We'll just have to take the Speeder back with us and let Danny hunt down what he needs." Shuffling back towards the front, Jason watched as she slid awkwardly over the front bench seats, twisting until she sat upright once again. "But where would we hide it? As much as I appreciate Harley and Ivy's generous hospitality, we probably shouldn't stay there. I wouldn't want to intrude anymore than we have already…" her hand came up to rub her chin as she tried to think.

"Don't worry about that." Jason spoke up, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. "I know a place you and Danny can crash. And don't worry," he reassured her when she began to protest, "it's a private, out of the way spot with an underground garage."

Jazz still hesitated, but eventually nodded. "Alright." She agreed, only a bit reluctant to accept his offer. "But only if we aren't bothering you."

Jason laughed. "It's not a problem, Princess."

"Princess?" She repeated the nickname, tilting her head and squinting at him, ignoring the way her cheeks warmed with a light blush.

"I-uh," he stuttered, his face flushing a deep red. "I didn't, mean to say that."

Jazz giggled at the man's embarrassment, waving off his stuttered apologies. "It's fine, Jason." She reassured him, trying her best to stifle her snickering. "Not the first time someone's called me that." Though, she wasn't about to reveal that the other person that called her princess was her Dad. Still, she had to admit that it was kinda cute to see him all flustered.

"I think I'll just shut up now." Jason muttered lowly, sliding out of the way so that Jazz could settle into the driver's seat. He forced his embarrassment away, instead focusing on trying to understand all the different buttons and switches she pressed and flipped to start the Speeder up.

"Oh," Jazz suddenly starts, just as they began pulling out of the warehouse. "You didn't stare at my butt when I was climbing over the seat, did you?"

Safe to say, Jason felt one hundred percent justified in his half-strangled noise of denial. Her laughter didn't help as his face turned crimson again. Forget about her being a goddess, she was the fuckin' devil.

'That probably shouldn't make her more appealing…'

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gatheringfiki · 5 months

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The following ficlet was written by @miaulady based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC.

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Merry Christmas, Wherever and Whenever

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Kili manoeuvred the bags carefully around so he wouldn’t drop them by opening the door of the apartment building.

He hated grocery shopping and even more so if he had to buy a lot. Taking more than one trip was just not in his ability. But with the snowstorm coming in fast he had to stock up on food and supplies. He had not thought he would be here over Christmas at all, so he had not bought anything that would go bad while he was at home.

Then this morning he had gotten the alert that all flights and trains were cancelled and that everyone should remain inside.

Instead of having a lazy day and packing his things in the evening in a hurry, he had to write a list of things he would need in the next week so he and Lady wouldn’t starve to death or run out of toilet paper.

He walked up the stairs, reached the last ones and his heart gave up when he slipped.

Snow turned to water and water was slippery on the stone stairs. Normally he was careful in walking up the stairs but he had forgotten this time around.

Instead of giving the floor a holiday kiss and losing his bags to it as he was expecting, he was caught.

“Wow, sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Kili was pulled up and looked at his saviour, who had come out of nowhere. Blonde hair, grey eyes and a trimmed beard. His mother would compare the guy to an angel maybe and in this case, Kili would for once not argue.

“No, no,” he laughed trying not to show how he was still shocked and only getting more nervous. “I wasn’t looking either. It is fine.”

He placed his bag down, grabbed his key out of his jacket and opened the door of the apartment.

“Do you want to come inside for a cup of coffee as a thank you for saving me?” he asked and turned around.

An empty floor greeted him. Frowning he looked down the stairs and then to the firmly closed door of the apartment opposite of him.

Where had the guy gone?

His apartment was on the top floor, the one opposite belonged to a guy (he only ever saw from afar) who he knew for a fact had left last week (lucky him) and there was no sign of the stranger.

He walked into his apartment and started unpacking.

Now that he was thinking about it, it was weird that the guy had even been there.

Or was he a friend of his neighbour and just hadn’t known that he was out of the city already? But still, wouldn’t you message a friend first before showing up at their doorstep? And where had been his jacket? He was dressed as if it was spring or a cooler summer day.

He locked his door twice, just to feel a bit better and felt stupid for doing so.

“I am crazy,” he mumbled and when he looked at Lady all he got was an unimpressed look. “Yeah, yeah, no new information, I know.”

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Fili stared at the closed door where he had just seen a guy open it and asked him to come in for a cup.

A cup of what?

He would never know.

“Shit,” he sighed and turned around, opening the door to his apartment.

He hadn’t jumped uncontrollably like that for years. What had caused it? He had to figure that out and solve it before it would get worse. Spending a whole week in the year 1544 had made an impression on him he did not want to repeat.

He grabbed his phone and texted Gimli that he could not go out like they had planned because something had come up.

It wasn’t lying per se but it was awfully close to it.

The question was to what time had he jumped? The guy had been wearing winter clothes, so he knew the season at least. And it couldn’t have been more than a few years with how everything had looked in the apartment building.

He went into his bedroom and went through his closet. It should still be there, his old diary concealed as a grey school notebook.

He found a pen on his very unorganised table and started to write down the time he had left his apartment, the time when he jumped back and was glad to see that it was the same amount of time had passed. One time he had jumped, been there for five minutes and when he jumped back an hour had passed.

What else?

It had been some time since he needed to document his jumps.

Had he eaten something this morning that triggered his ability?

He had tea and bread with marmalade. Not really a danger.

Maybe it had been the reluctance to meet Gimli’s new boyfriend.

Not that he wasn’t happy for Gimli, he was. His friend had chewed his ear off about Legolas for almost a whole year by now. With how annoying Legolas is, how arrogant and snobby and whatnot. And then it had changed from complaining to Gimli gushing about Legolas’ talent and character. How funny he was, how good of an archer, how they had pulled a prank on Boromir and they only got away with it because Legolas swore up and down that he had been with Gimli the whole time and surely He, Legolas, was above such childish things.

But couples always made Fili feel like he was missing out. He would never get there.

Not only was he an absolute nerd who studied history, but he also preferred a calm evening at home over going out. Not really the best way to get to know new people. And that was not touching on his time problem. He had to jump at least once a day and he could not fully control it. Who would want a partner that was going to vanish to be in the 16th century for a while and the next day be gone to witness yet another century and maybe talk with people long dead? And it wasn’t like he could just tell people he would date about this to warn them.

He had never met anyone like him and wasn’t going to risk being prodded and experimented on by scientists (He did understand the fascination they would hold, hell his diary full entries showed that Fili was studying himself).

He groaned and looked at the entry. It was short and probably just a dumb accident. Nothing to read into or worry about.

He probably hadn’t jumped enough in the last week with the exams. That was just it. No reason to start freaking out.

Maybe he could risk going out. He jumped now and should be fine again.

Grabbing his phone he left the apartment, the door closing with an unintended bang.

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He should have known better.

When did anything go in a good way for him?

He should have stayed home, safe and dry and warm, where jumping would not matter as long as he remained in a five-year radius.

But no, he had to be optimistic and undo his cancelling of the plans with Gimli. He met the said boyfriend, who had an amazingly dry humour and was very silly for someone who claimed to be elegant incarnate. And on his way back home, he jumped.

The worst part was that he jumped right into a blizzard.

It was snowing wildly and Fili managed to get into the building without being blown away, hit on the head or breaking a bone. Which he called a win.

But now he was drenched, cold and had no idea in what year he was.

A storm like this, surely he would remember a snowstorm like this in the last years?

Shivering he walked up the stairs, praying that the apartment was his and he wasn’t about to break into someone’s home.

———

Kili didn’t know why he opened the door, it had been just an urge like opening the fridge to see what there was to eat even though you weren’t hungry right now.

“You!” he pointed accusingly at the stranger standing right on the floor.

“Oh. Uhm. Hello. Again?”

“What- Where did you- Why are you wet?” Kili went through several stages of emotions he couldn’t place and settled on the confusion about the state the other one was in.

“Pretty sure you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Okay, but your friend,” he gestured at the door of his neighbour. “isn’t home. He left last week, I think?”

“Friend? Oh. Oh, yeah. I kind of forgot that.”

Kili looked at the weird stranger. He looked like Lady after a bath. Disgruntled, betrayed and in need of a warm blanket to cuddle.

“Come on in. You can shower, I will lend you some dry clothes and then we can see what to do next.”

“I don’t want to impose-”

“There is no way you are going out there,” Kili crossed his arms. “Not again. That is dangerous and stupid.”As if to prove him right the other sneezed and groaned.

“If you insist. I am Fili, by the way.”

“I am Kili. Now, get inside.”

Fili entered and Kili closed the door behind him firmly.

Clearly, Fili had problems. What exactly those were Kili could only guess. But he could help out with a hot shower, dry clothes and a hot chocolate. Many things could be fixed with those things.

“Bathroom is second door on the right. Just put your clothes in the washing machine and I will place dry ones in front of the door,” he was already walking into his bedroom-

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Mhmh,” Kili hummed and went through his closet.

Socks, underwear, jogging pants, a shirt and a cosy sweater. That should do it.

He put the clothes down right in front of the bathroom door and walked into the kitchen.

He could hear the water running while he pulled out everything he needed to make hot chocolate. The guy must have had a bad day, so Kili decided to not take the powder but melt the chocolate easter bunny he still had not eaten.

“Goodbye, easter bunny,” he broke the head off and let it fall into the milk. “Your time has come.”

The rest followed quickly and Kili watched the pot carefully. Last time he hadn’t paid attention and the milk had boiled over. The clean-up had been awful.

This focus explained why he did not hear Fili entering the kitchen behind him.

“What is the name of your cat?”

Kili turned around and saw Fili holding Lady in his arms. The girl was purring up a storm and rubbing herself extensively against him.

“Lady,” he turned back around and stirred in the milk, that was threatening to escape the pot.

“Very fitting,” Fili stepped next to him. “I never got a pet, couldn’t really risk it.”

“Oh,” Kili looked at him. He always found it sad when people wanted pets but couldn’t get them for one reason or another. “Allergies?”

“No, but I am not always home every day. Wouldn’t want someone to go without food just because I am not showing up.”

“Oh yeah. Finding sitters is hard.”

“I know this question is weird but, uh, what date do we have?”

“Serious?” Kili stared at his guest. “Christmas. How do you not know that?”

“Oh, I just, don’t do well with … dates, I guess?”“You guess?”

“Listen, it is the best I can come up with.”

“Well, you are stuck with me this year for Christmas then,” Kili pulled the pot off the stove and checked one last time for any remaining bits and pieces of the easter bunny. “There is no way anyone is going anywhere with this storm,” he nodded at the white window.

“Right. Year 2022, Storm Angelica,” whispered Fili.

“You don’t know the date but you know the name of the storm? Are you a weather guy, or what?” Kili laughed and pulled out two cups, both Christmas-themed and white in base colour.

Fili sneezed again and Lady jumped out of his arms.

“Noooo,” he whined. “I didn’t mean to!”

Kili laughed at poured the hot chocolate.

“She probably will hide somewhere and see if you are going to kill her or not. The last time I was sick and sneezed, the affronted stare I got was just- You thought I shot her,” he handed Fili one of the cups and led him to the living room, stirring him to the couch and dropping the blue blanket his mother had made him over him. “Warm up, icicle. I will just grab something.”

Kili went to what he called the season closet. Decorations for any and almost every occasion that could happen in his life were in there.

Pumpkins, plastic flowers, balloons, skeletons, you name it, it was in there. Right now he just wanted a very specific box. Of course, he had decorated his apartment accordingly to winter but Christmas was a different topic to cover. He hadn’t thought he would pull it out the first Christmas away from home but this was happening now.

When he returned with the box Fili was still there and hadn’t vanished into thin air like the first time.

He had curled up under the blanket and even covered his wet hair with it.

“Lady hates me,” he sighed and pointed at the rest of the blankets, folded correctly on the bookshelf. Lady had wiggled in between them and was now staring at Fili, ready to run in case he dared to attack her with a sneeze again.

“She will come back around again,” Kili shrugged and placed the box on the coffee table. “Want to help me detangle my fairy lights and other decorations as well as put them up?”

If he was at home he would help his uncle with decorating the tree right now. This way he could have some sort of a normal Christmas.

“Sure, I don’t mind being put to use. What do you have?”

———-

Fili had a problem.

Several problems to be exact.

Currently, his fingers were trying to detangle several little Christmas balls from each other and he could swear he was making it worse. So that was one problem. The second problem was that two hours had already passed and Fili had no idea how to prepare for the jump back into his present. At least he would not have to worry about being seen twice at the same place. In 2022 he had spent Christmas at home with his dad, he had just skipped the last week of university and borrowed a ton of notes from Arwen. A wise decision because Storm Angelica had hit a week later, cancelling all transit in and out of the city.

That way he had least didn’t have to explain to Kili why they were two Filis.

But he would jump back soon enough and there was no explanation of why he would vanish right under the very nice blanket around him and pop up in this apartment next summer out of nowhere.

Also, this had not been his idea to meet the new neighbour.

Well, “New” was a bit stretched. Kili had moved in during the summer while Fili was back with his dad and with university starting there had been no opportunity to introduce himself. Now in hindsight that was lucky. How would he explain to Kili that he was back in town when there was no transportation running? But still. And then after Christmas things had picked up and Fili had just, kind of, maybe, forgotten it.

And no they were decorating Kili’s home as if they were not total strangers but friends for years. He looked over at him.

Kili was hanging the reindeer fairy lights around the coffee table, fastening them with tape and struggling to keep some of the reindeer from flying upside down. One was giving Kili a serious fightback.

“Let’s just name that one Rudolf,” Fili smiled. “Special reindeer extraordinary.”

“Little fucker is what he is,” Kili grumbled and turned it around again. “What is so hard in staying up, huh? Head up, feet to the ground. That is not hard to understand!”

Fili laughed and finally got one of the balls out of the prisons of knots. “Aha, liberated one.”

“Twenty more to go,” Kili grinned at him.

“Why do you even have so many? And your storage way is just gruesome.”

“Hey, I like Christmas. And I just,” he paused for a second. “Borrowed some when I left home, just in case and no one is missing them either.”

“Yeah, and I know why,” Fili tried to pry open one of the knots and had suddenly five balls free but still in a knot of their own. “This is a nightmare. I bet they were left out every Christmas year because detangling them takes a whole day.”

“You have been working on them for five minutes,” Kili rolled his eyes. “You will be done sooner than later.”

“Whatever makes you feel better about this mess.”

Fili looked over to the bookshelf and smiled. Lady was napping between the folded blankets. He nodded at Fili and then at Lady.

Kili cooed and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture.

“Give me your number, I can send the picture to you then.”

Fili looked at Kili and grimaced.

“Don’t have it with me,” he lied. “And I can’t remember my number.”

Good thing his phone was on silent.

“You really don’t have it with numbers. First, no idea what date, now your phone.”

“Oh, shut up.”

They returned to the decorating but Fili could feel the tension that hadn’t been there before.

He had to jump back. He could feel the tingle he normally got. Time was running out and his jumping ability seemed to have returned to normal.

But he wanted to stay for just a bit longer. Just a few more minutes of Christmas with Kili.

———–

Kili had to stop this. He had to stop crushing on people so fast. And with Fili, it was just so easy. Too easy. But god why was the guy so adorable?? No one had the right to be this fun to be around, to look that good and be that cute.

Lady had woken up and out of the goodness of her heart forgiven Fili so she could curl up right next to his leg and get the occasional pet.

Almost all the decorations were up, only one fairy light was missing and Fili was currently detangling it. Kili took a photo as sneakily as he could. Just to have a memory of this.

“I will come back,” Fili suddenly said out of nowhere.

“What?”

“I will come back,” he repeated.

“You would leave and break Ladies little heart?” Kili smiled. “Of course you will come back.”

“I meant,” Fili looked up at him with a very serious face. “I will come back and explain it to you,” his eyes fell back to the tangled fairy lights. “Just don’t start thinking you are insane, okay? Not until summer.”

“Why would I think I am insane?” Kili scooted closer, so close he was now sitting at Fili’s feet. “And why summer?”

Fili looked down at him and then back at the fairy lights, frowning at them as if they were the reason for all the bad things in this world.

“I won’t make it back to you until summer, I think. And I- I don’t want to ruin this moment. So I will explain. I will explain why I showed up at the top of the stairs and went away right after. Why I came back and why I will leave.”

“Leave?” Kili grabbed Fili’s hands, stopping him from continuing the detangling process. “You can’t leave!” Well, that had come out stronger than expected. “I mean, the storm. It will go on for three days. You are staying. Here, with me and Lady. Warm, cosy, with hot cocoa. Right? I mean, where would you go?”

Why was he feeling so anxious all of a sudden? Fili wouldn’t leave right now. There was no way.

Fili looked at him, opened his mouth and then he was gone.

Kili blinked at the blue blanket falling into itself, Lady lifted her head confuse because her back support was gone.

“His eyes aren’t grey, they are blue,” was all he could say in the empty apartment.

Five minutes of silence went by while Kili was going through several stages of disbelief and a slight mental breakdown that he went insane. Mustard Gas, maybe?

He finally noticed that he had proof Fili had been there. That he had not made him up.

First, the wet clothes Fili had worn were still in the washing machine.

Second, “The bastard took my fairy light with him!”

————–

Fili carefully moved Lady away from the door with his foot (the affronted look he got left him feeling guilty) and left Kili’s apartment.

When he had jumped back to the present Kili had not been home and waiting for him felt wrong, invasive even.

He closed the door and went to his own apartment. Happy that he had remebered to put his key and phone in the pants.

He placed the still partly tangled fairy lights on his kitchen table and then changed into cooler clothes. The crass temperature and weather change would mess him up for a few days with a cold and a ground feeling of being in the wrong season. He hated that part.

Now he just had to wait until Kili would return home, give him like half an hour of space and then walk over to have a long talk and explanation of what happened. He was already dreading it.

Half an hour later he could hear keys jingling and a door closing. Alright, now was the time from worrying to having full on anxiety and then calm down before going over. He could do this. He had to, he owed Kili that much.

—————

When Kili opened the door he was facing Fili all of a sudden.

A smiling Fili, holding the detangled fairy lights, in the middel of summer and saying “Merry Christmas, Kili.”

Kili grinned and pulled him inside, “I will make hot cocoa.”

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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polyhexian · 5 months

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runaway au Hunter being unimpressed with Darius's lack of living-on-the-run skills.

Darius: Hunter, why are you shoving my clothes into a dufflebag?

Hunter: It's a go-bag. You don't have one so I'm making one for you.

Darius: A go-bag.

Hunter: Yeah, in case we need to go.

Darius: Alright, well, I appreciate you not stuffing my good silk shirts into the go-bag--

Hunter: They're impractical.

Darius: --but why are you putting my jewelry in there?

Hunter: Oh! Cuz we could get a lot of money for it!

Darius: Ah. I see.

Hunter is just like, man, Darius can't pickpocket or lockpick, he barely knows how to play hexes hold 'em let alone cheat at it, he IS super amazing at abominations just like Dad said tho so maybe it's different when you're really strong with magic, but still I don't know if he's even all that good at lying or if he could run even a quick con--

Darius: Hunter, I work in politics and have rebellious leanings, I am DEFINITELY good at lying and running cons.

Hunter: Okay, but what names are on your fake IDs so I know what to call you if we need to make a run for it?

Darius doesn't know if he's shocked or amused or sad or frustrated. Every time he uncovers another specifically worrying fact about Hunter's upbringing, knowledge, and skillset, all he can think is "Damn Jasper, you've been living like this??"

Ohhhh the like... Hunter keeps telling him stuff that has jasper like wow. Alright. Until he says something else that shoves the perspective so hard his stomach hurts. I mean like- like interrogating Darius to show him all his fake IDs and tell him his secret identities, haha how silly, this kid really thinks he's like a SPY lol. But then hunter says like- I gotta know so I know what names to ask for at the healers coven, so I know what names to call you when we're hiding from someone, so I can find you when (and not if) we get separated. Or hunter is very serious about building this bug out bag, he's giving a big monologue as he picks stuff up around the house to put in it and he is SOOO serious it's adorable, like watching a ten year old pretend to do taxes or act out their idea of Business Work, but then he says something like- jewelry is great cuz it's easy to sell in an emergency, or and THIS is an emergency blanket! It can help keep all your body heat in when you're cold! Or, like- and you wanna make sure you got a waterproof bivy for your sleeping bag in case it's not safe to pitch a tent! And the reality of that just hits Darius like a brick. Truly: "damn, jasper. You've been living like this?" Only profoundly sad

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abihastastybeans · 1 month

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HELLO

5, 10, 13, 15, 18, 19, 21, 29 from here

(i just realised that that's a lot so feel free to skip some/answer selectively if you want to do that!)

CAL HIIIII!!!!

(are you kidding ofcourse I'm gonna answer all of that, let's make a game out of it and see how long it takes me)(it's 15:05 when I started answering)

5. Favourite song in your native language

Can't think of one rn😭 The first one that came to mind is Venmadhi Venmadhi from Minnale because some guy was playing that on the bus yesterday. I think it's a lovely song, especially the third verse :)

10. Most enjoyable swear word in your native language

I don't really swear in Tamil😂 I only use words like stupid/wastrel/dog/buffalo... y'know the most common ones lol

But, again, the first swear word that came to mind is *looks around to make sure no one's listening* "watha" - which is basically the Tamil equivalent of fuck - because one of my friends called another friend that this morning lmao

13. Does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions ot traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

Well there's so many but i generally think that doing rituals/ chanting slokas or vedas must be very strange to outsiders who aren't really used to that! Imagine being a white christian and you encounter a yagna happening with a giant fire, lots of huge shirtless men saying very weird words in their blaring voice, adding all kinds of different things into the fire, while surrounding people watched on... I'd be terrified 😂💀

15. A saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

SO BEAUTIFUL. SO ELEGANT. JUST LOOKING LIKE A WOW.

18. Do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

Gosh I speak so many dialects - depending on who I'm talking with. There's what I consider the normal one, there's the one mixed with random English sentences😂, there's the local chennai dialect for when I'm dealing with/in public or local vendors💀, there's the tambrahm (wow it feels weird to say it like that) dialect because that's what I was raised on in mum's side of the family

19. Do you like your country's flag and/or emblem? What about the national anthem?

I've honestly never thought about this before...

Flag - 🇮🇳 It's a good one, I like what it stands for. But no one would forget the struggle it would take when you were 6 years old and were asked to draw the national flag and you wouldn't remember how many spokes are there in the ashoka chakra😭 or even if you remembered, you wouldn't know how to divide them evenly throughout the circle... So much stress. 7/10

Emblem - it's a bit complex if you ask me but eh. It looks cool i guess. I like the phrase 'satyameva jayathe' ("truth alone triumphs" in Sanskrit) so there's that :p 5/10

National Anthem - I love it!! I like the picture it paints, listing out all those places! Only criticism is that it was very difficult for younger abi to sing the beginning because it was so very low and i struggled for a long time😅 9/10

21. If you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

Aloo mutter gravy and methi roti👍

29. Does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

I was thinking really hard...before i realised🤭

MYSURU. WHY do you do that to your sambar??? It's nice, I'd be lying if I said it's bad, but how?????? How did you come to the decision "oh you know what. I'm gonna make this taste sweet. Yeah."??

We went to Mysore one time and had some sambar and do you know what happened, cal? My cousin threw up, that's what happened.

(it was because of the long uphill travel but the sambar definitely contributed :p)

What you lack in sambar, you make up for it with Udupi rasam so. I forgive you😤

(now the time is 15:55)

"Hi, I'm not from the US" ask set

#cal tag #ask game #this WAS long lmaooo

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 23 days

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So, here's an original story I wrote like 3 years ago...

I had a whole thing with this story back then, planning on everything that was going to happen in it (I still know what's gonna happen later), but I only ever wrote 5 chapters. One chapter is also really unfinished.

But, I thought, I am not sure if I'm gonna just let it rest on a google doc for all eternity. So, I have decided to post these on tumblr.

I'm thinking I'm starting with the first chapter, and if people are interested, I might post the other chapters too.

I wanna give some disclaimers first:

As mentioned, I wrote this like 3 years ago, so my writing has evolved since then.

This story is about six siblings, and one of them has a name that I wrote was "ridiculous". It's not really a ridiculous name in retrospect, it just sounded like it to 18 year old swedish me who had never heard the name before.

Yes. Yes, this is very based off a thing I love.

This story doesn't take place in the modern times, so no one has cellphones (only stationary phones located around the house). It's not said when it's set, though.

This is the first chapter, titled "Meet the Spins", and is essentially a character introduction chapter.

The day started with the birds tweeting early in the morning. But that’s not what woke Jessica Spins up from her sleep. It was the baby’s whining. “I’m coming, sch…” She climbed down from her loft bed and approached the crib that was currently right under her bed. It usually wasn’t, but due to the circumstances the baby had to sleep with whoever was in charge. And Jessica was the oldest, so she was the obvious choice. “Okay, sweetie, you had a bad dream?”

She picked up the baby and tried to rock her back and forth. The baby sniffled. Jessica was unsure what to do - she was still pretty tired herself. As she looked out the window she noticed the sun was coming up, so she might aswell get up.

Jessica Spins was the oldest out of six children. Yeah, six is a lot. That could be a reason why their parents decided to take a trip across the globe and leave all six children alone for a week. Jessica was 15, almost 16 now and had taken care of her siblings ever since an early age. Of course her parents didn’t put all the responsibility on her. They just simply asked her to take one of her little brothers to the park across the street so he could “play off all that energy” or change her little sister’s diaper once in a while. She had also been alone with her siblings during the times their parents went out for a date or just came home late from work, so them going on a one week trip was honestly like an extended date. It had already gone three days and everything ran on smoothly. Jessica promised to call them if something was wrong.

Right now, she was trying to feed the baby, who refused to eat the mashed apples or whatever it was.

“Come on, eat your breakfast!” Jessica tried, but was only met with whimpers.

“Wow, you’re terrible at this!”

In front of her now was Erica. Erica was 14 years old and took the role as the second oldest pretty well - she still had responsibility too, but with less pressure on her. That way, she could be more laid back and relaxed… and more fun.

“Good morning, Erica.”, Jessica sighed, “I’m trying to feed the little rascal here, but she won’t eat.”

“Yeah, that’s why I said you’re terrible at this.” Erica replied. She snatched the spoon from Jessica, “This is how you have to feed her.” She started to make some funny faces to the baby, making her laugh. As her mouth was open, Erica showed the spoon gently inside. The baby ate it without any problem.

“How do you do that?” Jessica asked.

“She just likes me more than you.” Erica shrugged, “In fact, she should have her crib in my room instead.”

“You know mom and dad wanted her in my room. Besides, you don’t have any space for a crib with all the things you have lying around.”

“She could sleep next to me! And we could cuddle all night.”

“You could move over and crush her.”

“No!”

“Yes, you move around so much in your sleep! It’s creepy, really.”

“What’s creepy? Is the ghost girl back in the walls again?”

That came from Darren, the third born of the bunch. He recently turned 12 and were, as their parents described it, “full of life”. He was very into the supernatural - like, very into the supernatural. He claimed he could see spirits and they had caught him multiple times trying to summon them in the attic (but they always stopped him before he accidentally summoned a demon).

“For the last time, there was never a ghost girl in the walls.” Jessica said.

“There sure was!” Darren protested.

“You’re full of shit.” Erica said.

“Erica!” Jessica hissed.

“What? He is full of shit.”

“The only one that’s full of shit is the little pants pusher over there.” Darren said, pointing at the baby.

Erica did a quick sniff. “I’m pretty sure she’s clean.”

Darren glared at the baby. “The one time I try to make a joke you’re clean, you fucking-”

“Darren!” Jessica growled. “We do not swear in front of our younger siblings!”

“We do not swear in front of our younger siblings!” Erica and Darren mimicked.

“Good morning.” said a tired, but unsurprised voice.

“Good morning, Tim.” his three older siblings said in unison. Tim was Darren’s younger twin. When they were smaller they were more identical, but that was just because their parents thought it was cute to dress them in matching outfits and haircuts. The big difference came when they were old enough to pick out their own clothes. Tim dressed in more fashionable outfits. Ties, blazers, you name it. Darren on the other hand stuck to hoodies and dark sweaters with loose pants. Otherwise they had the same hair color, same eye color and were approximately the same height. The kids at the street would refer to them as “the prep and slack twins”.

Tim’s full name was Timothy, but he refused to be called anything but Tim, or only by a few people he’d allow, Timmy. He also had an interest in the supernatural, but was more interested in music. Specifically, older music that his parents and grandparents used to listen to. The children’s mother once bought a gramophone from an antique store for Tim to listen to old classics from before any of them were born. It was not like he didn’t like more modern music - he did, too. It was just the feeling of those old tunes… when he listened to those, he could feel like some old spirit entered his body and possessed him (in that way, he also believed in the supernatural, even if it wasn’t as hardcore as his brother).

“Hey Tim, want an egg?” Darren asked.

“In my face or in my mouth?” Tim replied with a suspicious grin.

“In your hair!”

“No!”

The twins ran around the kitchen, laughing. Darren chased Tim while holding an egg up in the air. Erica and the baby just giggled, while Jessica was visibly stressed and wanted to stop these shenanigans. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen… but she could try.

“Hey! We eat the breakfast, not throw it!”

“Okay, mom.” Darren said.

“No, she’s right.” Erica said, to everyone’s surprise. Jessica felt a bit calmer, thinking her sister was taking her side. Well… she did not. Because Erica soon picked up some toasted bread. “If you don’t stop throwing eggs, I will throw toast at you!”

Darren and Tim giggled and continued to run around like wild animals as Erica started to throw toasted bread at them. It all soon escalated to Darren throwing eggs at the walls and the baby getting some butter on her head. Jessica just tried to calm everyone down, but no one listened to her. They all yelled and shouted, until they noticed a little girl standing at the edge of the breakfast table.

“Oh…” Jessica said, “Good morning, Salome.”

“Did you sleep well?” Tim asked.

“Want some toast?” Erica asked.

“Or eggs?” Darren added.

Salome was the fifth born of the bunch. She was 5 years old and never said a single word. It was not that she couldn’t talk, she just… didn’t. She preferred communicating in other, more silent ways. Just like a lot of other five year olds, she had a bright imagination, which could lead to her easily getting overwhelmed by her surroundings. Even though she did not say a word she was the one who always calmed her siblings down. Jessica and their parents could try their best, but if a noisy sibling saw Salome stare at them with her innocent glare, they just… calmed down. It was like they felt embarrassed over causing so much chaos when they saw how good and patient she was. Also, they always felt… sorry for her. It must not be fun seeing all your older siblings yell like that. Darren was also a bit afraid of Salome - what if she secretly plotted to kill them all?

The youngest member of the family was, of course, the baby. She had a name, but the thing was that her siblings thought her name was absolutely ridiculous, so they just called her “the baby”. Now, all names feel different to different people, of course. What’s a beautiful name to someone might be the weirdest name to someone else. It all also depends on who you are and where you live. Some countries have names that absolutely no one outside that particular country is named. The Spins parents wanted to name their kids things that most people around the globe could pronounce and understand (that kind of backfired with Salome, as people were quite unsure if it was pronounced “Sah-lom” or “Sah-lo-mee”, or just something entirely different. “Sah-lo-mee” was the pronunciation the parents used, but it didn’t stop others to pronounce it differently). With their youngest child, they wanted something more unique, so they went all in.

The baby’s name was Millicent. Millicent Sunshine Rudy Spins. It was kind of a cute name. If you were a baby in the 1800s or perhaps in the very modern hipster times. The Spins siblings did not live in the 1800s or the very modern hipster times. They had to admit Millicent was kind of cute, but for some reason the children didn’t really want to call her that every time they mentioned her. Of course, they couldn’t always call her “the baby”, so Erica suggested they could call her “Millie” or “Mills”. When talking about Millicent’s middle names, well… all of the siblings had pretty unusual middle names. Just ask Jessica Rainbow, Erica Plumberry, Salome Jane Dot Constance… the boys had pretty common middle names however, but their middle names were before their first names for some reason. Hugo Darren and Hunter Timothy.

The six siblings ate breakfast until the phone suddenly rang.

“I’ll get it!” shouted Darren and rushed to pick up. “Spins residence? Hi, dad!”

He held out the phone so all his siblings could shout “hi, dad!” and then returned to speaking to him by himself. “We’re just eating breakfast. Uh-huh? Yes… i’ll check! Hey Jessica, has the baby been sleeping?”

“She has.” Jessica said.

“She has! I’m sorry dad, but I just can’t say Millicent. It’s too- alright. You were gonna name her what? Oh gosh… okay. Yeah. Okay. Love you!”

“What were they gonna name who?” Tim asked.

“Our dear baby sister over here”, Darren said, walking up to Millicent, “Was gonna be named Moonshine.”

“Moonshine Sunshine Rudy Spins.” Erica giggled.

The rest of the morning went on smoothly. Darren snuck off to try summoning a spirit in Salome’s room, but got caught by Salome when she was going there to play. So he decided to try to hide and scare Jessica in the living room. Tim decided to take the bus to the local antique store and see if there was any old music stuff. Erica decided to spend her day with Millicent and was following her around the house.

“Millie!” Erica squeaked as she followed the little baby. “Where are we going now? Oh, upstairs? You can’t walk upstairs? Is your big sister gonna carry you? Yes! Hey, Millie! Mills! Little Mila, are you little Mila?” “Erica, what are you doing?” Jessica asked.

“Just talking to our cute little baby sister, that’s all!”

“Okay, but she needs to take a nap, so take her up.”

Erica groaned, “Uh, I know! That’s why I’m taking her upstairs now?” She rolled her eyes and made some mumbled groans to Millicent. “She doesn’t think I know it’s your nap? I’m gonna take a nap too, I can’t take Jessica’s bullshit anymore…”

Jessica sighed and turned back to the book she was reading. Everything was silent now, all her siblings were off doing something else. It was nice and calm in the living room. All nice and calm until…

“Bah!”

Jessica flinched as she heard the scream. Behind the couch she was sitting on was Darren, now giggling like a maniac.

“That could’ve been a spirit, I just wanted to prepare you.” he chuckled, “Also, the look on your face-”

Jessica frowned, “Darren, you little shit!”

“Oh my god!” Darren exclaimed. “You swore! You actually swore!”

Right then, Tim got home again and wondered why his brother was jumping around. Darren took his hands, “Jessica swore!”

“She did?” Tim asked.

“Darren, stop.” Jessica sighed, as her brothers jumped around the room.

“She swore!”

“Jessica swore!”

“Well, don’t tell Erica, or i’ll kill you both. Okay?”

Suddenly the boys stopped jumping and nodded carefully, but still having gleeful smirks.

Some seconds later, the phone rang. Jessica picked it up, as it was right next to the couch.

“Hello? Hi, mom! Good! Good… yeah, the twins are playing and so is Salome in her room… Erica’s putting her down for a nap right now. Me? Just reading. Yeah… what? Wait, now? Today? Tomorrow? Why- has something happened? Can’t you tell me now? Okay… okay, yeah. I’ll tell them. Yes. Love you too, mom! Goodbye!”

“What did mom want?” Tim asked.

“She and dad are coming home earlier.” Jessica explained.

“Why?”

“She didn’t say why, she said they’ll explain when they’re coming home again.”

“So… when are they coming home?” Darren asked.

“...tomorrow.”

“Fuck, we have to clean the house!” Tim exclaimed and ran off.

The children didn’t know that this was the last phone call they would ever get… in this house.

So, I have not read this story properly until today... I so wanted to go in and edit a bunch, as I'm a better writer today, but I also wanted to leave it unedited, like a time capsule. While not much happened in this chapter, the rest of them will change drastically. If you're interested in reading the next chapter of this original story of mine, just tell me!

#original story #mine

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cl--d--

thank you @marypsue for the help at the end ;)

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“Soooo-”

Admittedly, the two of them were in their cups. But Lucy Ann still shot Dipper the biggest stank eye she could over the rim of her wine glass.

“Are you seriously going to ask me what I think you’re about to ask me?”

Dipper, who for a demon had some tells you could see a mile off, did a very bad job lying. “Uh, what do you mean?”

“Of course you waited for Hank to die first, Hank would have given you a disappointed face if he was around-”

“ l̨̥̜̜u̬̫͓̖̻̘̝c̪͠y̧ ̶a̺ ͏̙̹n̗͙̼̳͈̞͚ ̡̼̠͍ǹ̳͙̯̦̘̣ “

She just looked at him until he conceded her point.

Non-verbal communication was fun. But now it was hanging out there, so she just sighed and said, “Go ahead and ask, I know you’re dying to.”

“Okay so you’ve read-”

“Yes, but I liked the show better.”

“-and you know there’s a character-”

“Yes. Yes I know.”

Dipper put his chin in his hands and said, “Soooooo...”

Lucy Ann drained her glass because fuck she was going to need it. “So what Dipper? Use your words I know you’re smart.”

“Have you ever... I mean, have you ever felt, um-?” Suddenly Dipper was blushing, and Lucy Ann, who could smell metaphorical weakness, jumped.

“Kissed? Made out?”

“Hey-”

“Felt carnal urges that could not be sated because of my small body?”

“I uh-”

“Have I ever fucked?”

“ L̺͖̠̘u̢c̷̗͇͚̰̣y̵̺̙ ̵̗̫Ạ͕̲̪̹̙̟͞n̷͇̰̟̤n͎̳!̻̬̦̼̱”

She just stared at him. Dipper had the good grace to look away, ashamed.

Lucy Ann let him dangle there for a minute because he should be ashamed of the way he treated such a serious subject, before cutting him some slack because hell, who wouldn’t be curious.

“Look Dipper, I’m fine. With all of that.”

“Really?”

“I mean dude. I’m five. My body is five. And yes my mind, my soul are thousands of years old, but my body is still five. I never went through puberty; a lot of those systems never came online. Hell, technically I still have my baby teeth.”

“Wow. That’s...” Dipper paled. “Lucy Ann that is awful.”

She shrugged. “It is. And not going to lie, I’m really glad we aren’t having this conversation when I was like, two hundred. That was a super angsty time with me. But I mainly have more trouble with a society that treats children as chattel and lack of access than sex.”

She tapped her glass and Dipper refilled it. “I mean seriously, way more important things for me to worry about than that shit.”

Lucy Ann leaned back in her chair. “That being said, I’ve still not forgiven that woman for writing that book because like, no one asked me about that kind of thing.” She paused. “Okay, long life, it came up a few times, but not that often until her.”

“So what did you do?” Dipper refilled his own glass with wine. “I know you.”

Lucy Ann grinned.

“I snuck into her house, bit her on the wrist, and told her my life story.”

“So like-”

“I even dropped the title, I was so proud.”

“Okay but that seems like she would have been really into that.”

“Oh dude I waited until it had been like, several years and she was hosting parties with the people who thought they were vampires at her house. And then I looked her dead in the eye and told her no one would believe her, and left her crying.”

“Dude.”

“Also I left Amazon reviews on every one of her books and pointed out ever inaccuracy.”

“Even the Jesus one?”

Lucy Ann waggled her eyebrows. “I am older than Jesus my friend.”

“Did you-”

“I’ll never tell you.”

Dipper burst out laughing then, and so did she a second later. Once it died down, Dipper became solemn.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

“My feelings aren’t hurt per se. I just wish you had treated me and what you know must be a sensitive subject with a little more respect.”

Because Dipper had actually apologized, she did not add, “I’m concerned your manners and sense of what is and is not socially appropriate is fading now that the kids are dead. I’m worried about you and so are Hank’s grandkids and great-grands. Also you need to call them more.”

But that was a lot and the mood in the room was becoming lighter, also not her circus not her monkeys, so Lucy Ann let it go, and moved the conversation on.

“Do you know she responded to everyone of my reviews?”

“ Ņ̻̭͔̗̙ ͙̖̯̲̠͟o҉̶̢͓͕̤̱ ̶̼̥̳͚̬̘ “

#transcendence au #seiya writes!

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Regulatory Relations, chapter 8: The Amateur

LET'S GO :) One note that I forgot to mention from chapter 7: the latin in the wedding announcement translates to "to the stars through love".

Also posted on AO3 here!

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The rest of the shift passed in a blur of preparing for starbase arrival in five days and ruminating on the wedding in twenty-four hours. Janice Rand, after sending Kirk three padd messages asking if he needed help with anything and receiving no response, walked onto the bridge two hours before the end of alpha and asked Kirk point-blank about seating arrangements in the observatory for the next day. When he looked helplessly at Spock and shrugged, and the science officer only turned back to his sensors, Janice restrained herself from what Kirk thought would have been a well-deserved eye roll and told him that she and the yeomen would take care of it.

In the gymnasium two hours later, Spock had paired up his Suus Mahna students to show them how to move around each other. Kirk stood on the sidelines with Giotto.

“Congratulations, captain,” Giotto said, watching Spock circle the students and gently push their limbs into the right configurations.

“Thanks, commander,” Kirk said. “I appreciate that.”

“I always wondered, you know,” Giotto said. “There was something in the way you moved around each other when you sparred. It reminded me of myself and the missus, actually.”

Kirk turned to him in surprise. “You’re married?”

Giotto smiled, but only one corner of his mouth moved up. “I am, sir. Thirty-two years in a few months.”

“My congratulations to you too, then,” Kirk said, but he frowned slightly as he took in Giotto’s profile. “I’m sorry if I’m misremembering, but I didn’t think that you were listed as married in your personnel file. You’ve been with the Enterprise for… nearly twenty years, right?”

“That’s right, captain,” Giotto said. His voice was quiet, and he didn’t turn to meet Kirk’s eyes.

“So she’s not in the Fleet?”

“She is, captain.” Giotto’s face was turned to the demonstration in front of him, but his eyes were very far away.

“Wow,” Kirk said after a moment. “That sounds… extraordinarily difficult.”

“It is,” Giotto said softly. “I never wanted to ask about you and Mr. Spock, but when Scotty told me that April was trying to send him away, I was just…” He sighed. “I feared that you would go through what we did.” “And you and your wife aren’t stationed together because…?”

Giotto’s eyes finally met his. “Because she was my commanding officer on my first ship, and she and I both feared that if we went public with our relationship it would ruin her career. She said it didn’t matter, that she didn’t care, but I knew that she was lying. I couldn’t let her do it. This was a long time ago, too--- long before the brass started recognizing that relationships in crews were a strength, not a weakness.” He crossed his arms over his chest, still watching the group in front of him. “We married in secret and have lived separately ever since.”

Kirk turned fully to Giotto. “Sal, I’m so sorry.” He thought about the grief that he had felt at even the threat of losing his best friend to another posting. He couldn’t imagine enduring that, after being married, for thirty years.

“It is what it is, captain,” Giotto said. He eyed Kirk. “I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell you that this is my last mission. I’m ready to go home.”

“And your wife?”

“She’s resigning as well. We’re going to buy a house in Cairo, near her family.”

Kirk hesitated, before reaching out and squeezing Giotto’s shoulder. “We’ll miss you. This crew owes you a lot. But I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, captain,” Giotto said. He smiled again, and this time it reached his eyes. He turned back to where Spock was explaining something to the students, transitioning slowly and elegantly through a series of movements. They watched the Vulcan for a moment longer before Giotto added, “If I may be so bold, captain… it makes this old man glad to know that you and the commander will have the time that Mariam and I didn’t.”

Kirk’s throat constricted. “Thank you,” he said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. Giotto nodded and turned back to watch Spock work. Kirk watched him too: watched the grace of his movement, the strong lines of his spine and arms and neck, the kindness and gentility in his instruction that so few got to see. Under the harsh lights of the gymnasium and with Giotto’s words circling in his head, he felt one of the bricks in the wall between his head and his heart crumble away. He had leapt at Pike’s suggestion not only because Spock was his best officer and his best friend, but because the idea of running out of time with Spock was ruinous to him. Kirk had wanted more away missions, more chess matches, more debates over breakfast, more of Spock’s incense seeping into his room at night. He wanted more of everything.

Spock bowed to his students, and they bowed back, before he left the mat and walked to Kirk.

“Captain,” Spock said, and Spock’s voice jolted Kirk out of his reverie. To his embarrassment, he realized that he had been staring dazedly at him for a socially inappropriate amount of time. Kirk blinked. “On what were you focused?”

“Nothing,” Kirk said. “Just staring into space.” He smiled and clapped Spock on the back before picking up their personal items from where they’d been abandoned on the ground. “Chess tonight?”

“Certainly,” Spock said, and Kirk waved to the security officers as they left. Giotto’s gaze followed them, and Kirk could have sworn that the hint of a smile remained on that craggy face as he watched them go.

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Spock made up for his loss to Kirk earlier in the week by trouncing him twice in a row. But when Kirk expected him to lean back triumphantly and cross one long leg over the other before folding his hands in his lap in the ultimate image of self-satisfaction, as was his custom, Spock only drew his eyebrows together and reset the chessboard for a third game.

“Alright,” Kirk finally said, as Spock placed the pieces on their proper squares. His usually nimble fingers were jerky in their movement. “What’s wrong?”

Spock placed the last tower on its square without meeting Kirk’s eyes. “Nothing, captain.”

“Bullshit,” Kirk said immediately. “Spock, come on. What’s going on?” Spock picked up the castle again and rolled it between his fingers.

“It is… illogical.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Every human wedding I have attended has taken place on this ship,” Spock said after a moment. “Each has seemed to have similar traditions.”

“Such as?”

Spock paused for so long that Kirk was about to prompt him again before he said, tightly, emotionlessly, “Such as kissing.”

Oh. Oh, god. He hadn’t even thought, beyond Janice’s questions this afternoon, about the mechanics of a wedding. He felt his face start burning. “Do Vulcans kiss at weddings?” Kirk ventured.

“They do,” Spock allowed. “But it is not the same as humans.”

“Would you rather do that?”

“No, captain,” Spock said immediately, more sharply than Kirk expected. “No, thank you. But I am---” Spock cut himself off, an uncharacteristic sound.

“Spock, we don’t have to do it. Kiss, I mean.” As he said it, though, a single cold drip of disappointment cut through his core. For a second, he saw Spock’s face up close in his mind, those warm eyes sliding shut, that stoic face relaxing minutely, lips parting---

Kirk blinked rapidly, clearing the sudden and unexpected image from his mind, ignoring the warmth in his stomach. “I meant it. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“It is not the act itself I am apprehensive about,” Spock said. Was he blushing, or was it a trick of the dim lighting? He stood and paced to his shelves, clasping his hands behind his back. “Forgive me, captain.” There was an unnatural pause. “I cannot help but be aware of the vast discrepancy in experience between the two of us.” Spock’s voice was unnaturally tight, like saying the words out loud was an act of extreme exertion. His posture was so ramrod-straight that it looked painful.

Spock’s odd behavior suddenly came into perfect focus. He was nervous. His proud, taciturn, aloof Vulcan was nervous about a kiss. Kirk was filled with an unsuppressable fondness as he watched Spock pretend to straighten one of his Vulcan artifacts on the shelf.

“Mr. Spock,” he said, filling his voice with feigned offense. “Are you calling me easy?” He stood as Spock whirled.

“Jim, no,” Spock said immediately, but the horrified look in his eyes faded as he registered Kirk smiling at him, coming to stand next to him. In the back of his mind, Kirk recognized their positions as the ones they had held only a few days ago, when Kirk proposed to him and Spock had agreed.

“You’ve kissed someone before, haven’t you?” Kirk had a memory of a pretty blonde woman laying on Spock’s chest, but now he couldn’t remember her face; only that the idea of her made him uneasy.

Spock tilted his head, but did not look at Kirk. “In a manner of speaking,” he said, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled. “Leila Kalomi. On Omicron Ceti III.”

“The botanist? From the spore planet?”

“Yes,” Spock said. Kirk angled himself to look up at Spock more closely: in the half-light of Spock’s quarters, the angles of his face were thrown into sharp relief. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “When I was under the influence of the plant.”

Yes, that’s what Kirk was remembering: the woman who had loved Spock, who had been the conduit for Spock’s uncharacteristic whimsy on the planet. He had felt so betrayed when he had been ignored for hours and gone to find Spock, certain that he was injured or worse, and instead found him tangled and laughing with someone in a field. He felt a flash of guilt as he recalled what he had said to Spock to break him out of the plant’s hold.

But then he considered what Spock had said, with growing horror. He asked quietly, “Would you have kissed her without the spores?”

Spock’s eyes flashed to him, then back to the shelf. “No, captain.”

Kirk wiped his face with his hand, all the more guilty for what he had said to Spock, even if he hadn’t meant it. “Spock, I’m sorry,” he said. He turned fully to face him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Kaiidth,” Spock said, but he sounded almost mournful. He cleared his throat. “Regardless, I now find myself to have little applicable experience and a public forum in which to make that readily apparent.”

Kirk turned around, leaning against the vertical post of the shelf behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Spock. Spock refused to meet his gaze. Kirk felt an almost physical click in his head as his conscious brain registered what his subconscious had been telling him for a while now: Spock was beautiful. As if for the first time, Kirk reconsidered the elegant lines of his eyebrows, the planes of his cheeks, the soft straight line of his lips. The warmth in his stomach burned again as he thought, shamefully, secretly, about what it would feel like to kiss him, about how it was a damn shame that Spock had not been kissed properly.

His heart pounded as he realized that he wanted to be the one to do it. Desire burned in his blood in a way that he hadn’t felt in years. He felt the memory of Spock’s hand on his hip, the dreamt memory of his arms around his waist.

Kirk asked, as steadily as he could manage, “Would it help you if tomorrow weren’t the first time?” One part of him screamed that he was being selfish. Another part of him was willing to do anything that would sap the tension from Spock’s unhappy posture. The last part of him, smaller, newer, deeper, wanted desperately to kiss Spock, to see his eyes close and feel Spock’s skin against his. Spock’s eyes snapped to him. Kirk kept his face neutral.

“Captain, I have already taken too many liberties with you,” Spock said. “I cannot ask you to---”

“You didn’t ask for anything,” Kirk said, cutting him off. “I offered. You’re uncomfortable. I can help.”

Spock hesitated, but he shifted on his feet, angling himself towards Kirk. He looked down between them, and Kirk could see the soft fringe of his dark eyelashes against the pale green of his cheeks. Kirk had already known, in an abstract kind of way, that Spock was handsome. He was tall and strong, lean and graceful. But how many people had ever seen him vulnerable like this? How many people had Spock ever admitted an emotion to?

“Captain, do not feel obligated to do this,” Spock said softly.

“It’s just a kiss,” Kirk said, trying terribly to convince himself of the same. “Let me help.”

Spock’s eyes met his. Kirk shifted forward slowly, giving Spock time to pull back if he wanted. But he did not: Kirk saw him inhale, saw him tilt his head to the side to the slightest degree. He felt Spock’s trust in him like a physical weight on his shoulders. As Kirk paused, inches from Spock’s face, their breath mingling in the warm room, the force of how badly he wanted it pressed all the air from his lungs. If he was only going to get two chances at this--- this kiss, and tomorrow’s--- he was going to make sure he did it right.

Kirk stepped forward into Spock’s space, tilting his face up, bringing his hand to cup the back of Spock’s head. He put his other hand on Spock’s waist, pulling them into alignment. He felt Spock inhale one more time, saw his eyelids flutter closed just like he had imagined. Then Kirk closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Spock’s.

All the tumultuous racket and jangling anxiety in Kirk’s head fell silent at the brush of Spock’s lips against his, as his entire universe narrowed to Spock. For one infinite second, Spock stood frozen in his arms, unmoving. Kirk just held him close, waited for Spock to either push him away or encourage him on. Just as he was about to step back, taking Spock’s stillness as discomfort, Spock’s lips parted on a sigh and opened for him. Kirk opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and brushed his tongue against Spock’s lip.

His spine hit the pillar of the shelf behind him as Spock pushed them backwards. His arm wrapped around Kirk’s back, pulling him against his chest. Spock’s other hand came up to his face, his thumb sliding along his jaw, his long fingers threading through Kirk’s hair. Kirk let Spock tilt his head further, feeling Spock’s hand against the back of his head, the strength of his body against Kirk’s. He slid his hand further up to rest on Spock’s ribs, and he could feel the thrumming of the Vulcan heart beneath. After a moment of letting Kirk lead, Spock copied what he had done, hesitantly sliding his tongue into Kirk’s mouth. The wet heat of it lit him up, every point of contact sparking like static. He pulled Spock into him and Spock’s uncertainty melted away, and he pressed Kirk back against the shelf until he was arching against him. Kissing Spock felt as natural as breathing, lips and tongues moving in an instinctual rhythm that matched Kirk’s pounding heartbeat.

How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? As their lips parted, Spock bowed his head, pressing their foreheads together. Kirk heard Spock’s shaky inhale as much as he felt it, through the expansion of his ribcage under his hands and his chest against his own. Kirk opened his eyes to find Spock watching him, his pupils huge in the dark room. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Spock disentangled his arms from around Kirk and took a minute step backwards. Kirk released his hold on Spock and trapped his hands behind his back, bracing himself on the steady line of the shelf behind him. What now? What the hell could possibly come next?

“Jim,” Spock said, but he left whatever he had wanted to say unsaid, and instead looked down. A flash of uncertainty crossed his face. Suddenly the room felt suffocatingly warm, the collar of Kirk’s shirt too tight around his skin.

“Well, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, forcing a levity he didn’t feel into his voice. He reached out, grabbed Spock’s shoulder, squeezed it, dropped it. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about in terms of needing practice.”

“I---,” Spock said, and he clasped his hands behind his back, his porcelain mask sliding back down over his expression as he asserted control over himself once more. “Thank you, captain. I am… less apprehensive now.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Spock.” Kirk looked around the room, desperate to break the sudden tension, to free himself from the magnetic pull that was inexorably drawing his hands back to Spock’s waist, to the delicate skin at the back of his neck. “Shall we play another match, or call it for the night?”

Spock seemed to recognize and appreciate Kirk’s efforts at normalcy, because after a beat he quirked an eyebrow and said, “Two losses are not enough for you this evening, captain?”

“Best of five, then,” Kirk said, but he removed himself from the shelf and took three steps towards the door. Spock walked with him the rest of the five steps across his quarters and opened the door for him.

“Good night, captain. And thank you.” Spock’s voice was sincere, and his eyes were warm even as his face remained impassive. God help him, but Kirk was flooded with the need to steal another kiss before he left. Anything to feel Spock sigh into his mouth again. Instead he smiled and said, “Anytime, Mr. Spock.” He stepped out into the corridor and the turbodoor slid shut behind him. The walk to his own door had never seemed so long. Somehow he punched his own code into his keypad with numb fingertips and managed to get himself into his room before he collapsed on his bed.

As he flopped backwards to stare at the ceiling, Kirk heard Bones’s warning echoing in his ears: What happens when you get too close? Oh, but it was too late for that now. He was already too close. He was only human, and touch-starved after three years with nothing more intimate than back slaps and short hugs, and the man who understood him best in this universe had touched him with such gentle, easy affection and then kissed him breathless.

He tried to picture anyone else’s face: Gary’s, or Carol’s, even Edith Keeler’s, anything to displace the image of Spock’s open, vulnerable face right before he let Kirk kiss him. But he couldn’t keep anyone else’s image in his head. They all turned back into Spock. Spock, who had held him so closely and pushed him back against the bookshelf, who had admitted his fears to Kirk and then allowed him to help.

Kirk pressed his hands to his forehead as he recontextualized his feelings from the past few days: how he had felt when Spock caught his head from hitting the ground, when Spock recommended his thesis to his scientists, when Spock wrapped his arm around his waist and let him lean against his chest. He felt warm. He felt giddy. He felt protected, cared for, understood.

“No,” he said out loud. “It’s not like that for us. We’re just friends.” Kirk closed his eyes. Even to himself, it didn’t sound as convincing as it had in Bones’s office. His silent room mocked him. He wiped his hands down his face, dragging his cheeks down, feeling the words bubble up inside him. He could still feel Spock’s hands in his hair, on his face, tilting his head back, his tongue sliding into Kirk’s mouth.

“I want him,” he whispered, and it burned, and it was true. He opened his eyes. “Oh, shit.”

#spirk #my writing #k/s #kirk/spock #regulatory relations #fake married #k/s fan fiction #kirk/spock fan fiction

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hermanunworthy · 6 months

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writer anon from a couple months ago here… fuck man. it’s the day the music died.

(idk what this is and it’s not very good)

but when you go to meet god, you know, you wanna look nice

hermie’s had those dreams before, the kind where he can feel that his eyes are closed and he tries to open them while he’s asleep but he can’t. this is like that- except there’s no body attached to it. he feels out for… nothing. not even an ache over his heart, where the blood was just staining a moment ago. a year ago? he feels heavy. he’s not sure where he feels it. there’s no body anymore. there’s no him.

“well hello there, darling.” his father. he looks up. there’s no one here. scam’s voice is all around. “did you have fun?”

did you have fun? two years of high school theatre, that’s what it added up to, more or less, and then a few insane months with the teens. was it fun? he can’t remember now.

in this space, he sees it. it really was only two years. there was nothing before that. his memories of growing up are so two-dimensional, it feels like he could print them right out of his head and fold them up into a little paper person and be looking at his twin.

“it was just a joke, you know, all in good fun. oh, they’re wrapping it up now, story’s almost over. ‘that’s all, folks!’ and all that, you know. shame, we’ve only got so much time left.” scam didn’t sound sad. “I kept thinking your father would come after me at some point. it was good fun, messing with the king-of-hell demon-cop. pretty shitty guy, I gotta say.”

a scene materializes in front of hermie. a wooden stage, classic red curtains to frame it, and a styrofoam grave marker in the center. two actors bearing a comically-grotesque resemblance to his adoptive parents were badly stage-crying over it.

at the top, à-la-phantom of the opera, jodie peered down at the actors. he watched for a moment, then turned away to fix his attention on someone else.

did you have fun?

“I was wondering though. were you lying?”

hermie paused. “what?” his voice sounded strange.

“your last words to normal. he wasn’t conscious to hear them, you know. but were they genuine?” he could hear the rubber stretch of scam’s smile splitting far wider than a mouth should go. “did you mean it?”

“I can’t die,” hermie said slowly. “can I.”

“well, you weren’t exactly alive, so it’s hard for you to be dead.” scam sounded more distant now. “no place in heaven or hell for a puppet, just ask jigsaw.”

hermie’s jaw clenched. “I wasn’t a puppet. I wasn’t… anything.”

“right, so you get the point. I’m asking what you were teeing up for with that last line, hermie. obviously you won’t be around to deliver the payoff. were you just planning on ditching them without a punchline?”

“it’s what you did.”

“the ditch was the punchline, worthless, that’s the crux of the whole thing.” scam’s voice had taken on an edge. “I died once too. got shot off a dragon, actually. it was a lot like this.”

“was it?”

a pause. “I don’t remember.”

the curtains closed. somewhere, the sound of a gigantic clock started up, or maybe a metronome. “well, this has been fun, if ultimately unsatisfying, but I’m afraid this is where I must leave you. show’s over.”

“are you sure?”

“you’re the one who stopped dancing. oh.” scam was smiling again; he could hear it. “oh. I see it now, the prestige. you were the set-up for something truly… oh. wow. now this is a show.”

normal. hermie tried to take a deep breath. “what’s he doing?”

“making your whole life part of his own villain origin story. so sorry you aren’t around to see this, I know how you always liked the villains, but, well.”

“you can’t bring me back?” hermie clenched his fists. “you can’t do one thing for me, after…?”

scam scoffed. “oh, now he wants to live.”

crack! hermie was a five-year-old watching the big kids win the speedrun. crack! hermie was a cat in a garbage can being jumped by the pussywagon. crack! hermie was sitting in a car in hell, and normal was kissing his cheek. crack! hermie was a voice on the phone, hermie was saying “this is john.” crack! hermie was the dying papa john, hot cheese coursing through his veins. crack! hermie was dying, hermie was lying on the ground with blood spilling from his…

“your father and I were similar in one regard, actually. when our lives were threatened, when there was only one way to be free, we took it. we split, you could say, we…” scam hesitated. hermie thought about a demon and a highway patrol officer, a mustache and a fedora. “sometimes you get a card. sometimes you get a court order. but you always get a choice. you don’t get to be yourself. that’s what the world taught both of us. no matter your power, your influence, if the world doesn’t want you to be yourself, and you still want to live, well…”

he saw the joker, keira knightley, risky click, a whole parade of shifting faces flickering between his reflection and his performances. he heard his words to normal in goof’s realm- you don’t like me, you idiot.

“do you want to live? you never get to go back, you know, not to what you were. even if you’re able to reconcile the memories, once you’ve been something you never fully stop being it. and that saves you a little, the first you, but it’ll damn you just as surely.

“unless.” one giant eye in front of hermie. “was there anyone, hermie? anyone who wanted you to be yourself?”

what did he honestly believe, about what normal wanted?

he didn’t know if his last words were a lie. he didn’t know if his next ones would be either.

do you want to live?

IM SO SORRY FOR LEAVING U HANGING FOR A WHILE WRITER ANON IVE BEEN AT WORK BUT IM BACK. I WOULD SAY WE ARE SO BACK BUT NO ITS SO OAKWOVER. HERMAN UNWOVER.

I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS DO U UNDERSTAND HOW CRAZY THIS IS TO DROP IN MY INBOX. THIS IS SO WELL DONE IM GONNA EXPLODE THE FUCKING. AAUAUAUAGAHHHH

#I HAVE NO COHERENT THOUGHTS SORRY #IM EXPLODING #THIS IS REALLY GOOD IM VERY UPSET #hermie the unworthy #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #writer anon #siren says #answering asks

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[meet the prisoners! (t2 edition) ] prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko

wow another prisoner that was so hard to draw it's eiko's turn!! btw i just realized that there's four profiles left soooo yeah i'm excited to start posting their vds after that! :D though i will most likely manage to post only one or two this month. girl help summer is going to end so soon..

General info.

T1 Verdict. Eiko was voted innocent and she found it a bit surprising at first, but accepted it very quickly. Of course, she teased Eiji a lot and said things like "Oh, you did it to make me like you more, didn't you?" and "Hehe, I knew you like me". Thanks to her verdict, she got a new outfit and she also has a different hairstyle now. She isn't as happy about being forgiven as Shun, but she also isn't asking for a guilty verdict, she's just okay with it. She just finds it interesting how she was forgiven, but a 16 year old boy and a girl who was.. uh.. "apparently stalked" weren't. Heh, the guards sure have their favorites. Though to be honest, she kinda had a feeling that she will end up being voted innocent even though her crime sounds so unreasonably cruel. Maybe the guards think there must be more to it?.. Hm, well, if that's the case, she will give them all the truth that they want.

T2 Personality: It's hard to describe Eiko's T2 version, because it's like.. at first it seems like she hasn't really changed, but her personality still feels very different. She's still her usual self, she's still chilling, she doesn't care about what happens to her, but it's like she's more.. curious about this place now? She doesn't ask the guards anything though, simply because she knows they don't have any answers either. They've got way too much power in their hands and don't know what to do with it. She doesn't really try to investigate anything either, she just keeps all of her questions inside her head. Trying to uncover the secrets of this place is Reina's job anyway. But hey, she's grateful to Eiji and Miki for "saving" her! She even came up with a very.. "fun" way to thank Eiji specifically. But more about that in her VD. Interestingly, I can't say that she's more "manipulative" now or anything like that, because Eiko claims that Shun is acting like that not because of her, but only because he's that happy that he was forgiven. When it comes to her relationship with Kei though.. Haha, that's not her becoming more "evil" or anything, that's just her being her.

T2 Relationship dynamics.

No, she doesn't actually care about Shun that much. Even his looks are not helping anymore, which is funny to think about, since she was the one who cut his hair for him. But it's fun to have a tall and surprisingly strong guy follow you around everywhere, being ready to do anything for you while also claiming that he's the more dominant one in this relationship. Eh, she'll just let him dream for now. Also having him around is very useful, since he's basically her bodyguard in a way and even though most prisoners like or at least tolerate Eiko, she still wants to be careful. Yurika's actions in particular worry her a little. What? No, no, it's not like she's afraid of being killed by her, the guards won't let that happen. If Yurika does anything to her hair, nails or clothes though, Eiji will have to try his best to stop Eiko from trying to kill her right there.

Fine, yes, the way she treats Kei is.. not good, so what? Didn't the guards vote him guilty? Doesn't he deserve it? Call her the third guard, she's helping them do their job. It may sound weird or out of character for her, but considering that this is the girl who killed a guy for "lying to her".. Yeah, maybe her morals are stronger than they seem. And again, she doesn't have any serious feelings for him at all, she doesn't love him, but she also doesn't hate him. And Kei knows why she's doing all of this to him and it's not like he tried to say no to her, so.. Yay! She also helps him leave his cell and walk around, so he should be grateful to her, right?

Her relationship with Eiji has changed a little bit, but mostly on her side. If in season 1 she just teased him, complimented him and all of that stuff, now she's actually kind of.. protective over him? It's very subtle, sure, but it's still there. She makes sure he doesn't overwork himself and there even was a time when she asked for a new pillow since hers "wasn't soft enough" and then she gave it to Eiji because "he looked so tired, she thought he's not getting enough sleep". Eiji getting annoyed and tired more easily actually does worry her a little, especially because this guy loves Milgram so much and it's like.. a "safe space" to him, if it's even possible to call it that. If even this prison's biggest fan is not doing good, there's no chance for anyone to find happiness in this place.

Music info.

Milgram cover: Okay, so here's a fun little story: so Eiko was supposed to be voted guilty canonically and I really did think that she will get voted guilty even though I had some ideas for her "Innocent" version and I already had her "Guilty" version profile prepared AND THEN I GOT HIT WITH HER GETTING 81.8% INNOCENT. I'M STILL NOT OVER IT. So. Uh. Y-yeah, I had to go and change some stuff quickly. Anyway, she gets Umbilical as her Innocent cover, because there's.. not really that many songs that fit her Innocent version and yay, if we're counting her T1 cover, she's officially a Yuno kinnie now! (Though they feel very different to me) But seriously, the lyrics actually do fit her (and her relationship with her victim) a lot, especially now that I'm looking at her T2 VD. Ah, and the reason why I've mentioned her Guilty version is because she was supposed to get MeMe in that case. S-so, uh, have fun with that information <;3 We all know who gets MeMe this time though, don't we.

DECO*27 cover: She gets Status Effect: Girlfriend! I think even the title fits her, haha.

Different Vocaloid producer cover: She gets Runway no Fantasista by Tokotoko! I think the vibe is very Eikocore and some lyrics actually hint to what kind of person she was like before meeting her victim ("Of course, love and romance isn't my everything, but getting intoxicated once in a while isn't that bad", "Don't worry about being lonely, the successful ones are always alone")

Her T2 Trailer Voicelines:

"Hiiii~ Oh, I've missed you two so much! Especially you, Eiji-kun~ Yes, yes, I know, it's only been a day, but you two are just so nice to me! So, this is gonna be the second trial, right? I see, I see.. Well, don't push yourself too hard, okay? And just a reminder that I will answer any questions you have- Hm? Eiji-kun, is it just me, or you look like you're about to pass out?"

"Wow, you look better than I expected! Haha, come on, darling, don't be shy~ Hm? What do I mean by that? Oh.. It's just that I had expected to find you in a hospital, covered in bandages and looking like you're going to die at any second."

Her T2 Song Trailer Voiceline:

"I feel like I just knew that you will forgive me."

Trivia.

She wasn't going to change her hairstyle at first, but then she got inspired after giving Shun a haircut, though she didn't want to cut her own hair and changed it only a little bit. She prefers her hair to be long actually.

She also never asked for a new outfit and Miki got it for her because.. uh.. she thought Eiko probably feels too cold in her prison uniform, considering how much skin it's showing. Eiko actually found it cute and thanked her. (Though it didn't help much and her outfit is still pretty revealing.. Eiko is totally okay with that though.)

She's still okay with any decision the guards are going to make, since she still believes she's innocent and they can't do anything to change her opinion, so there's no point in her arguing with them.

#listen her profile is pretty short not because i don't really find her character that interesting or anything #it's mostly bc spoilers since her vd (+mv) is gonna reveal a lot (maybe even her victim? 👀) and also because of some other reasons #but also yeah she just haven't changed much!#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎

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Children of the Future: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 3: No Rest for the Wicked

Hiya guys! So here’s chapter 3, I’m really enjoying this series so far and I hope you are too! I’ll try and get back on my other one’s shortly since I’m starting to miss them a bit (I also need to get back on writing requests 😭!) but I do apologize if this chapter is written funny or if there’s a lot of typos or anything, I’m having to write on a computer due to my hands and I’m not used to it. Also Corduroy and Chenille belong to my mutual @hybridanafrost and I thank her for allowing me to use them 🥰! I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 3,263

Warnings: None

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Later That Same Day

Yami silently flew to the Hideout. His mind just kept going back to the memory of William coughing in the hallway and looking pale. They both knew he was lying when he said he was fine, or that he would be fine. But Yami hadn’t wanted to call him out on it, William needed time to accept it himself and tell his son just how sick he really was and he was going to give his old friend that. Yami sighed and rana hand over his tired face, how he wished he hadn’t quit smoking right now.

He finally landed outside the much expanded Hideout. Over the years, as the Black Bulls each got married and began having their own families, Yami had asked Henry to give everyone their own living space. That way the Bulls could all be together but also have some privacy. And so far it had worked out very well, but now that meant the Hideout had expanded up and out in order to accommodate them all.

But Yami and the others didn’t mind. Because it meant they could all stay together.

Yami set his broom down against the wall of the Hideout before he moved towards the front door. Before he even opened the door he could already hear all the chaos and laughter happening on the inside, he couldn’t help but smile a bit. This is something he had always wanted for his brats; them to be safe, happy, and laughing.

He opened the door and immediately had to dodge a misdirected spell that came at him. He sighed and shook his head before he moved out of the way and closed the front door. The ones sparring were, as usual, Luck and Magna. Even as those two idiots got older they still sparred like they were teenagers. Meanwhile Magna’s kids Corduroy and Chenille just watched, Chenille with a nervous look on her face, and Corduroy with a grin on his face.

“ Wow dad you’re so cool!” Cory shouted as he watched his dad dodge one of Luck’s spells, Magna turned and gave his son a thumbs up.

“ Thanks son, that means a lot!” But as soon as the words left Magna’s lips he immediately got hit by one of Luck’s spells.

“ You shouldn’t have taken your eyes off your target Magna!” Luck laughed cheerfully as Magna growled.

“ I should have gone with mom to the fabric store,” Chenille said quietly.

Yami shook his head once again before he looked around the room. Henry’s daughter Alice was sitting on the couch, quietly reading the same book that she always read. Despite inheriting her fathers magic, luckily she hadn’t inherited her fathers illness so she could freely be around the other Bulls without the fear of siphoning their mana. Beside her was Aloys Adlai, who was also reading a book, he was exactly like his father but with his mothers magic. Beside him was Wendy Agrippa, Gordon’s eldest child and only daughter, she was sewing a doll just like father always did. She had the face of her mother, but her eyes and hair color were that of her fathers, and her magic was a variation of her fathers. On the other side of the room was Wendy’s younger twin brothers Thomas and Nicholas, they were the spitting image of their father in appearance and, in Nico’s case, magic as well. Thomas kept his hair slicked back like his father, while Nico kept his hair messy, that was the only way to tell them apart. The two were talking and playing with Maelie Adlai.

Yami heard a shout in the kitchen and watched Charmy and her daughter Lovely walk out with a group of sheep following shortly after. They had plates and plates of food and were setting them out onto the table. Lovely had inherited her fathers blue hair color and her eyes were the same color as her mothers, her younger brother Vincent followed behind all the sheep and began to set out the drinks. He didn’t like cooking or food as much as his mother and sister did, but he had inherited his fathers love of art and painting. Vincent’s hair was black like his mothers but his eyes were pink like his fathers.

Yami still had a hard time believing that Charmy had fallen in love with Rill Boimortier even though it had been nearly 15 years now since they had gotten married.

“ C-Captain Yami sir, you’re back already!” Ezio Roulacase exclaimed as he ran over. The young man looked identical to his mother, but his personality and magic was the same as his fathers.

“ Of course I am, did you expect me not to come back at all?” Yami asked with a raised brow, Ezio’s demeanor immediately grew nervous and he shook his head.

“ N-No sir! We just thought the meeting would run late.” Ezio said with a sheepish laugh.

“ How did Asta do at his first meeting?” Vanessa asked as she walked over. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at their Captain. He grinned at them.

“ He did great, so you guys can stop you’re worrying.” Yami told them and he heard everyone collectively sigh in relief. He knew everyone had been anxious and had wanted him to do well, so now that they had confirmed that he did, they all felt a weight fall off their shoulders.

“ At least we know we raised him well,’’ Finral said with a laugh as he walked over to his son and wife. Yami nodded, they all had raised Asta well.

“ Where’s my brats?” Yami asked curiously, he saw everyone else’s kids but his own. Charmy suddenly pointed towards the back door with her thumb.

“ They’re outside with Ms. Charlotte,” She said as she watched their Captain make his way towards the door. “ Tell them to hurry up and come inside since dinner’s ready!”

Yami walked outside and saw Hikari sparring against her mother as Hana and Einar watched. He crossed his arms as he silently watched his wife and eldest daughter, they looked nearly identical in their fighting styles, except Hikari had adopted a lot of Yami’s fighting style as well. She was like the perfect blend of her mother and father. Yami was pulled out of his thoughts as he noticed Einar turn to look at him.

“ Papa!” The young boy shouted excitedly as he jumped up and ran towards his father. He jumped into his arms and Yami held him.

“ Hey kid,” Yami said warmly. “ Who’s winning so far?” He asked and Einar grinned.

“ Mama of course! Tata’s still trying her best, but she’s still always losing against her.” Einar said with a sad look on his face, he always called Hikari ‘Tata’, apparently it meant “Big Sis” in the Diamond Kingdom. At least that’s what one of Einar’s favorite books told him.

“ But mama’s not going easy on her anymore, and Hikari’s still managing to hold her own,” Hana stated as she walked over to her father and brother. Yami nodded, it was no surprise that Charlotte had stopped taking it easy on their daughter. She was a Vice-Captain now, and had proven that she was a fierce and capable warrior. So there was really no need to take it easy on her.

One of Charlotte’s Briar spells hit Hikari’s katana and kocked her back a few feet. Hikari was huffing and puffing while Charlotte hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“ I’m…not done yet,” Hikari panted as she doubled over to try and catch her breath. “ I still…need to surpass my limits!” Hikari continued, and Yami shook his head.

She had certainly adopted Yami’s stubbornness.

“ Hey brat,” Yami shouted, drawing both Charlotte and Hikari’s attention to him. “ You can surpass your limits after you get something to eat! Charmy said if you didn’t come inside and eat you’d never get another meal from her!” Yami added, of course Charmy didn’t actually say any of that. But he knew it was a sure fire way to get Hikari to stop training. As he expected the girl sighed dramatically before she put her katana away.

“ Alright, alright, I’m coming! Sheesh tell Charmy to hold her sheep.” Hikari grumbled as she rubbed the back of her neck, mimicking her fathers habit. Yami chuckled as he set Einar down and the young boy ran to his sister.

“ Take your brother and sister inside, I gotta talk to your mom for a sec.” Yami told her, his eldest daughter nodded and he ruffled her hair gently as she and her siblings walked past him and into the house.

Charlotte frowned a bit as she walked up to her husband, she didn’t need to be able to read Ki to notice something was wrong with him. His eyes held a seriousness in them, and maybe a hint of sadness and worry in them too. Had the meeting gone that badly?

“ What’s going on? Did Asta’s first meeting not go well?” She asked in concern, Yami quickly shook his head.

“ Nah the brat did fine,’’ Yami quickly assured her. “ It’s William. He…announced that he was retiring as Captain.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened in surprise, sure he had mentioned it the day before at the party, but she didn’t really think he would go through with it!

“ What? What made him decide to do this so suddenly?”

“ He’s sick Charlotte, very sick.” Yami said softly, and he swore he watched her eyes widen more and her eyebrows raise considerably.

“ Did…he say what was causing it?”

“ Nah, he said he needs time. So I’m gonna give him a while before I start pushing for answers. He asked that you and I not tell anyone until he’s ready.” Yami said and Charlotte nodded in agreement, they would both keep their friends secret for now.

“ And,” Yami continued. “ He’s appointing his kid as Captain.” He watched as his wife shrugged at him.

“ Okay.” Was all she said, she didn’t look angry or concerned, she actually looked like she had expected it.

“ You’re not worried at all? What if that brat loses control again and hurts someone, or worse, gets someone killed?” Yami asked as he crossed his arms, he watched his wife do the same.

“ Since when did you hold a persons mistake against them?” She asked curiously. She watched a red blush appear on Yami’s cheeks. She knew exactly what this was all about, and it had nothing to do with Alistar.

“ He won’t hurt Hikari, besides they’re not even in the same squad so the chance of her getting hurt by him is very slim. And in addition to that, Alistar’s gotten much better at controlling his emotions which also means his magic is under better control. It’ll be fine,” Charlotte assured him. “ And if for some reason it’s not, and he does happen to lose control and injures her, I’ll kill him myself.” Charlotte added firmly and Yami couldn’t help but snort and laugh at her words.

People thought he was the more overprotective of the two, but in reality, it was Charlotte who was the overprotective one.

Eventually the couple went inside to have dinner with the rest of the squad.

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At The Golden Dawn Base

Alistar yawned quietly as he followed his father out of his office, down the stairs and corridors, and eventually outside. William had told him that he needed to tell him something privately and that he would need some help to do it, which meant only one thing: They were going to visit his mother’s grave.

Alistar didn’t like going to visit her mother very often. It wasn’t because he didn’t love her or anything, it was just…hard since he had been the one who caused her to be in the graveyard in the first place.

As the two walked into the graveyard and made their way to Zera’s grave Alistar used his plant magic to conjure up a small bouquet of flowers. You couldn’t show up empty handed, his father had said.

The two eventually made it to her grave and stood in front of it, William knelt down and placed the flowers on her headstone.

“ I’m sorry it’s been a while dear, I hope you haven’t been too lonely.” William said softly as he stood back up.

“ Hi mom,” Alistar said a birt sheepishly. “ It’s been a while, I’m sorry.” He apologized softly and William chuckled.

“ Your mother would understand. She knows how nusy we Magic Knights are, especially when they’re a Vice-Captain such as yourself.” William said as he patted his sons shoulder comfortingly.

The two fell quiet after a few moments. William, unsure of where to begin, and Alistar unsure of what was going on. It wasn’t very often that his father would ask to speak with him privately, the last time they had a discussion like this was when he promoted Alistar to Vice-Captain status.

“ What’s going on father, did something happen at the meeting?” Alistar asked, a tinge of concern in his voice. William smiled and shook his head.

“ No, it’s nothing like that. The meeting went very well, and I think Asta will make a fine Wizard King.” William said genuinely. Alistar nodded in agreement, he didn’t know Asta as well as everyone else did but, from what he had seen, Asta really was an amazing and kind person.

“ If the meeting went as well as you say it did then what do we need to talk about?” Alistar asked with a small frown and William sighed, silently asking his wife’s spirit to give him strength.

“ I-” William began but was cut off by the sound of a familiar static noise. The two men turned and saw Marx’s face staring at them.

“ Ah Captain and VIce-Captain Vangeance there you are, I was looking for you all over the place!” Marx said in relief, but his eyes began to move around as he noticed where Alistar and William. “ Um, is now a good time? I can go to another squad-?”

“ What is it Marx?” William asked patiently, he couldn’t help but be silently thankful that the memory mage had interrupted them.

“ Ah right, well,” The man cleared his throat. “ I just received word of a remote village being attacked by bandits. And supposedly these bandits are former Magic Knights. So the village leader requested our assistance. I thought maybe The Golden Dawn and the Black Bulls would like to take it on as a joint mission.” Marx finished as he looked between the two.

William noticed his son’s light up just a bit at the mention of the Black Bulls. Of course the young man was able to hide his feelings from everyone else, but he wasn’t good at hiding them from his father.

“ We’ll take the mission, but,” William said before he turned to look at Alistar. “ Alistar will be the one to lead them and will get to choose the members he wants to take along.” He watched his son’s blue eyes widen in surprise.

“ What? Why? Shouldn’t you be the one to lead this kind of mission?” Alistar asked in confusion as Marx quietly agreed with William’s statement before disappearing. William smiled gently before clapping his son on the shoulder.

“ Consider this your first real mission as the newly appointed Captain of the Golden Dawn.” William said before he turned around and began to walk away, leaving Alistar to stand there completely stunned.

“ Come on Captain Alistar Vangeance, you need to hurry up and head out.” William called as he noticed his son hadn’t snapped out of his daze. The young man quickly shook his head before nodding and running after his father.

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In The Spade Kingdom

Yuno, Neva, and their three children quietly walked into the Castle with their guards and Castle servants behind them. Yuno hadn’t wanted servants when he first became king, but after a while he realized just how much they did to help the Royal family and keep things in order. So when Yuno officially became king he immediately raised all their wages to reflect how much he appreciated them and their hard work.

“ Your Majesties!” Ralph saluted as he and the others watched them walk by. Yuno instantly waved their salutes away.

“ You didn’t need to stay up and wait for us, you all should have gone to sleep.” Neva said quietly as she carried a sleeping Kya gently in her arms while Yuno carried Kito and Miku sluggishly walked beside her parents while holding each of their hands.

“ It’s alright, I had something urgent that I needed to discuss with King Yuno.” Ralph said with a serious expression, causing Yuno to frown.

“ It can’t wait until morning?” Yuno asked quietly, and when Ralph shook his head,he nodded before handing Kito off to one of his guards. “ Alright, I’m sorry about this,” Yuno added to his wife, who only smiled and shook her head.

“ It’s fine, just go do what you have to do.” Neva said softly in an understanding tone. Yuno smiled gratefully at her before he kissed his children on the head and gave Neva a gentle kiss on the lips.

Yuno quickly followed Ralph down the halls until they came to Yuno’s office. They walked over to the desk and Yuno looked down at a bunch of papers and maps that were sitting on the surface.

“ What’s all of this?” Yuno asked curiously and Ralph sighed.

“ Honestly we aren’t too sure ourselves. These coordinates are the last known locations of about 20 merchants that have gone missing in the last two weeks.” Ralph said seriously as Yuno’s brows raised in surprise.

“ 20 merchants in 2 weeks? How are we just now learning about this?” Yuno asked and Ralph shook his head.

“ We initially thought it may have only been a coincidence, or that people were making up false reports. Until we began noticing certain patterns,” Ralph suddenly began moving papers around until he found the right documents.

“ The merchants all had deliveries in the Lumi Kingdom?” Yuno asked with a frown as he began to read the papers over, and Ralph nodded.

“ That’s right. Now merchants go missing all the time due to the treacherous terrain that’s between us and Lumi, which is another reason we didn’t pay much attention to this, but according to these letters and other documents all the merchants that had been reported missing all made it to Lumi.” Ralph said as he began pointing at letters and receipts. Yuno’s frown deepend.

“ Are there any records showing that they left, or attempted to leave, Lumi? Maybe the merchants decided to stay there a while longer? Or maybe they died on the way back?” Yuno pointed out and Ralph shook his head.

“ That’s what I thought too. But from the witness statments and letters and documents it shows that all the merchants had plans to return to the Spade Kingdom. As for if they died on the way back, that’s someting I want to go and investigate if you’ll allow it. Things…just aren’t adding up, sir.”

Yuno placed a thoughtful hand under his chin as his mind began to race. Could there be something to this? Or was it just a simple missing persons case? His gut began screaming at him.

“ Investigate it. And ask for the Lumi Kingdom’s cooperation.” Yuno said seriously and Ralph nodded before saluting his King and walking out of the office. Yuno sighed quietly before he sunk down into his office chair.

Ther was certainly no rest for the wicked.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover fanfiction #black clover fanfic #black clover oc fanfiction #black clover oc #children of the future shadows of the past #sukehiro yami #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #oc; hikari #hikari is not my oc #oc; alistar #william vangeance #yuno grinberryall #oc neva

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queen-of-the-avengers · 3 months

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The Avengers: Part Three

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You and Steve take this party back to his apartment that's in Brooklyn, where he's from. His place is close to the city so he can get a train there, but he doesn't like going out. He tries to stay in as much as he possibly can these days.

"Sorry, I don't have a lot of things with me. Fury helped me out with this."

His place looks like someone else lives here. Steve had a certain way he liked his apartment back then, and this isn't it. He's usually very neat but Fury made this place seem like someone eccentric lives here.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry, you'll make this place your own in no time."

It's as if seventy years haven't passed by because when you talk with Steve, it's like you're back in 1940. Steve has a spare bedroom with a perfectly good bed that you can use, but you find yourself in his bed. He is one of your best friends, so nothing will happen between you two.

"So, you've been in the ice for seventy years?" you ask.

"I guess so. I woke up when they... thawed me out. I woke up in a room they made to look like back then. They had fake walls of what the city used to look like, and someone came in wearing the typical 40s nurse uniform. At first, I thought it was real until I heard over the radio about a ball game I attended in 1941. I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around this."

"Yeah, I can imagine it must have been confusing for you."

"Yeah. Everyone I knew died... or so I thought."

"Yeah, there were times I wish I died. Things might have been easier if I did."

"What happened?"

"After we crashed into the ice, I felt lost. I didn't have you, Bucky died, and I felt alone. I left Earth and ended up a prisoner on a ship by a race called the Kree. I was there for twenty years before I was saved by my cellmate where I joined a group of thieves for another twenty-four years. I got recaptured by the Kree where I met my ex-girlfriend, and I stayed with her for another five years until we had to break up because she was too good for this Earth. I met Tony Stark and for the next twenty years, I was here on Earth."

"Wow, sounds eventful."

"Yeah, that's one way to put it."

You look into his eyes that sparkle from the moonlight seeping in between the curtains. The past and the present blend together until you're stuck with what you knew before.

"I think you'd like Xenia. I'd take you if I could."

You're lying next to Loki on the bed in his room. The sun is just starting to rise but he's drawn the curtains almost closed. Sunlight peeks through the crack and onto his face, making his blue eyes sparkle even more. He doesn't seem to mind the sunlight in his eyes because all he's focused on is yours.

"Tell me what it's like. Tell me about your life there."

"Xenia is absolutely gorgeous. My favorite part is the ocean. They're always calm, and I often find myself walking along the shore just to hear the water wash up onto the sand. I was a quiet kid. I never really was one for being in crowds. The library became my best friend. I guess that all changed when I met Markus."

"He won't ever hurt you again," Loki promises.

In this moment, you believe him. You roll closer to him and he pulls you in by your waist. This is how you two lay until your responsibilities call for you.

A couple of days pass with you and Steve living together, learning how to be around each other again, and enjoying each other's company. Steve is trying to learn everything he can about the world from the time he went under to the time he woke up. He's still new to the internet so he found an old shop that sells old newspapers. It's not going to cover everything but it's a start.

You're both sitting on the couch snuggled up next to each other. He has his arm around you while you're leaning into his side. He is reading a newspaper while you have a fiction book in your hands. Since there is so much history between you and Steve, it's comfortable to be sitting like this and not have it mean anything. To Steve, he likes that sense of comfort that he can't get anywhere else. You're the only person he knows from that time, so he's clinging to that comfort in any way he can get.

Steve's touch is very different from Loki's but your mind still reverts back to a time you thought was lost. The words on the page blend together as your past collides with the present.

The library is normally pretty empty because Loki is the only one who goes in there, but he's made you a permanent resident. He likes to escape here just to get away from his overbearing family or Princely duties. Since coming to Asgard, you've been glued to his side so if he's in the library, so are you.

He loves to read poetry books while you're more of a fiction girl. There is a spot in the library that Loki likes to sit in because it faces the city down below. The sun doesn't set or rise in the direction of the window, but it does give off enough light so Loki can sit there and read for all hours of the day.

You're both sitting on the bench snuggled up next to each other. He has his arm around you while you're sitting in between his legs and leaning against his body. If Loki wanted to, he could read your book but allows that to be for your eyes only. His arms feel so good around you that you could probably stay here forever. It should scare you how quickly you fell for him but it doesn't. He is passion, dangerous, and it consumes you, everything you didn't think you'd want or need.

"Loki?" He only gives a slight 'hmm' to let you know he's listening. "Do you trust me?"

He sets down his book so you look up at him to see what he's thinking. This is a touchy subject for Loki but it's only the two of you in here. He feels different when he's with you like he can tell you exactly how he's feeling without judgement.

"Do you trust me?"

"I do," you say without hesitation.

"Even with your life?"

"Yes. Do you feel the same?"

"Darling, I could give you my whole heart and know you'd take care of it."

"Do I have your heart?"

"Yes," he whispers.

He leans down and kisses you passionately, your book long forgotten.

Steve's apartment has a pool in the community that you often use. After living with him for a couple of weeks, you two have created a good dynamic. The pool isn't supposed to be used after ten p.m. but you often sneak in there to have some peace and quiet. You think the rule is put in place for the kids that live in the building. They don't want rowdy children when people are trying to sleep.

Steve is doing laps while you lie flat on your back on the surface of the water. There aren't many stars on display since there are clouds in the sky covering them. You blow softly and let your air powers move the clouds for you, allowing you to see more stars than before. Some of them are hidden behind the light pollution the city brings, but you'll take what you can get.

"What are you thinking?" Steve asks when he takes a break from swimming.

"How different Asgardian skies are from Earth."

All these memories you're having of Loki are overwhelming you. The love you had for him comes rushing back stronger than ever. The man you know is still in there. Is he able to be saved? Are you the only one who can bring that side of him out? Despite only being with him for a year, you fell for him hard. His love is passionate while your love with Bucky is intimate.

Two men. Different sides of the same coin. Two men you have loved deeply. How can you ever choose between them?

"Loki is Asgardian, right?"

You stop floating and allow your body to sink into the water so that only your head is above the surface.

"Yes."

"What happened between you two?"

"I think he stole my memories."

"Why?"

"I don't know," you sigh and turn away from him.

Talking about Loki is a painful subject because your love for him was so raw. To see him now breaks your heart because you know the man he truly is.

It takes another week before you hear something from Fury about what he plans on doing to regain control of the Tesseract again. You and Steve are in the kitchen making breakfast together when you get a call on your phone from Phil.

"Is it safe to assume you're calling about work?" you answer.

"We're bringing you two in for a briefing. First, we need you to talk to the big guy."

"Phil, I don't think Tony will listen to me. Not after everything that happened."

"No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy."

You curse in your native tongue as you hang up the phone. Phil sends you an address to go to halfway around the world. The Big Guy must be residing in Pakistan with an address like that. Pakistan is a little over seven thousand miles away from New York, and a commercial plane would take sixteen hours to travel something like that. You can do it in an hour, and that's only if you're traveling at Mach 10.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I have been summoned. I have to go to Pakistan to meet a friend. I'll be back in time for dinner."

"You say that like you're going around the corner. You do know where Pakistan is, right?"

"You do know I can fly ten times faster than ten times the speed of sound, right?"

"Right," Steve chuckles. "You can fly."

"I'll be back."

"Do you need me to come?"

"No, I have to do this one alone."

You're proud of yourself because you made it in fifty minutes instead of an hour. You haven't seen Bruce in five years so you hope he remembers you. You know the Big Guy will. You made more of an impression on him than you ever did on Bruce even though you two are still friendly.

"You gotta help me. I have no idea what the hell I'm doing here," Bruce begs.

"If you were able to find me and know I'd be a person of interest for your... big problem, then you know I'm no scientist."

"No, but there has to be something you can do. You were there in the 1940s when Steve was given the serum. You know how it works."

"I wasn't on the 'inventing' committee for that one."

"Please, Y/N. All I'm asking is for you to try," Bruce begs.

"Fine," you sigh.

You couldn't help him counteract the effects of the serum he created but you could help him deal with the mess he got himself into. If you had known he was going to go all Hulk on you, then you'd have steered clear of him. You can't be too mad at him since underneath all that green is a man who just wanted to impress the woman he loved. News reports of Steve's heroics made all the papers, and Bruce got jealous when the woman he loved crushed over him.

"Bruce, you can't hide from her forever," you chuckle and lean against the wall.

Bruce looks around the corner at the woman he loves who is walking down the sidewalk with her friend. She tips her head back and laughs at something her friend said, and Bruce becomes sad he's not with her right now.

"How can I ever face her knowing what I am? I just get so angry at everything and I'll only end up hurting her. How can I ever ensure her safety when he can pop out at any time?"

You push off the wall and approach your friend delicately.

"Listen to me. You can't spend your entire life in fear. That's no way to live. Think of it this way. If she doesn't know and you keep it from her, are you putting her in more danger than if she knows? At least she'll be better prepared on how to handle him, and you two can come up with a game plan for when he does. Don't let the fear of striking out stop you from playing the game."

"That's corny as hell," he chuckles.

"It works, though, right?"

It took a lot of convincing on his part to pursue the woman he loves. Whether or not he's still with her is unknown to you but at least you know he went for it with her. The biggest thing he was scared of was turning back into himself after turning into the Hulk. Managing his anger is doable albeit hard, but calming down after raging out is even harder.

It took a lot on your part to figure out a way to bring him back once he crossed that line.

It didn't take you long to find Bruce once he ran out on you. All you had to look for was where the rumbling and smashing was coming from. Luckily Hulk knew not to smash near where people could get hurt, so he went to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. He's smashing some metal landings when you arrive.

"Bruce!" He doesn't respond to you. "Hulk!" Hulk stops and turns to you with an angry face but it softens a bit when he sees it's you. "You need to stop this right now. I'm not messing around."

He growls and crushes a broken-down forklift with his big fist.

"Sun's getting real low."

You walk closer to him and hold out your hand flat so that your palm faces the ceiling. Hulk looks at it and grunts stubbornly. You don't back down from him and keep your hand out until he does what he's supposed to do. You've only done this routine once so you hope he's willing to do it again.

Hulk gives in and lays the back of his extremely large hand on top of your palm. You move your hand from his and touch his palm as delicately as you can. You slide your hand to his wrist and slide your fingers down the vein to his palm. He stumbles back as he struggles between his human form and his current form. Bruce fights to be in control until he is, and you walk over to his naked form. You toss the pair of pants you stole from Tony's closet.

"Thanks," he whispers.

"Glad to have you back," you smile. "You're getting better at that."

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