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EBROwolf time for the spotlight and also by this time Barbie is out.
#the owl house#toh#toh eberwolf#darius deamonne#toh hunter#dadrius#bell the palisman#toh oc bell#toh spoilers#for the past months Darius has just been pssssh I’m not a father to eda as she looks at the camera#OH REALLY#bell usually has wings within flying but the last movie they watched was an action one and became obsessed with helicopters#yes blades GO SPIN FAST#and Darius would not allow it during hair cover mode#Darius had an alt first line but could not resist the joke#don’t worry#hunter remembers the Barbie movie and teleports at the last second
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Hi! Can I request a story about Tav having trouble fighting cause Astarion just fed on her and so he gets worried and protective ofc. Maybe they were ambushed at camp or something? Thank you so much for your work! I really like how you write Astarion
Tw - animal attack, lots of gore, themes of death
Recommended Song: Seek and Destroy - SZA
Against better judgment, you let Astarion feed on you almost every night. It's just one of those things, a sacrifice you make, an act of love. After decades of disrespect, scavenging for next to nothing, you thought it'd be nice for him to have something better than animals. While he always insists it isn't necessary, he never passes you up on the offer. A ritual before bed every night, like a lover's embrace, you've come to adore the feeling of his teeth.
This evening in particular, he took quite a bit. You don't mind, considering you go to bed almost right after. Light-headed, woozy, you're wrapped up in his arms.
"Thank you darling."
His embrace almost feels warm when you're this drained. You almost drift off, but he keeps you awake.
"Tav, you need to eat something first."
You groan, absolutely exhausted, trying to keep him in the bedroll.
"Nooo, I'll just do it tomorrow."
He smiles, moving your hair out of your eyes.
"That's not how it works my sweet. Now, let me get up so I can-"
Goblin war drums. The sound of the percussive rhythms bouncing off all the trees, they're not far off, and Astarion knows they're on the way. Karlach starts making her way to every tent, telling your companions to get their asses in gear.
"Tav, Astarion, let's go!"
"Shit."
Astarion whispers to himself. You're still not fully there, in and out of sleep.
"What's going on?"
Double vision, you see two of your vampire lover get up and start rummaging around for his daggers.
"Just- just stay here Tav. It's alright."
You try to rub at your eyes, desperately wanting to figure out what's going on. Before you can ask again, he's gone, and you hear more war drums outside. You quickly realize it's goblins. They must've found where you've been hiding, but your head is still spinning. Trying to get up and grab your blade, you almost fall back to the ground. Steadying yourself for a moment, you try your best to listen to what's going on outside. It sounds deadly, metal, screams. You hear Shadowheart casting left and right.
When you manage to stumble out of the tent, you're tackled by one of their dogs, or whatever wretched things they are. A scream rips out of your throat, trying to hold the thing off. It bites rabidly at your arm, leaving numerous gashes, until it's thrown off of you and stabbed to death, relentlessly.
"Gods damnit, I told you to stay in the tent Tav!"
You're too worried about your arm throbbing in pain to care about the validity of his argument. He's angry, and perhaps both of you aren't entirely certain why. It's your dominant arm, you can barely move it. Astarion goes to wrap your arm, but is quickly overpowered by the numbers again. They must've sent a large party after the lot of you. Halsin and Shadowheart are running out of magic, already drained. It's bad, but it'll end soon. With a couple more fights and a thunderwave from Gale, the rest of the goblins scurry off, knowing they're fighting a losing battle. Astarion doesn't even stop to loot their corpses, running to your side.
"You're a fucking idiot Tav, you know that?"
Gods, he could sound so mean when he wanted to. You know he says those things out of fear, but they still hurt. Despite how angry he is, he starts ripping pieces of cloth from his shirt, wrapping your arm, which is bleeding far too fast. Shadowheart and Halsin come over to supervise, both out of arcana until they get some rest.
"Yes, the two of you standing over my shoulder is quite helpful. Might as well cheer me on while you're at it!"
His movements are ragged, furious, only making your arm hurt more than it does. He's lost though, somewhere in his head, unable to hear the cries of pain as he's wrapping your arm. You're even more lost than before, your blood leaving rapidly.
"Aster, I-"
"Hush."
He then realizes you were going to tell him you were about to pass out, because you almost immediately fall over.
"Damnit!"
He holds you in his arms, your limb still not fully wrapped.
"If the two of you want to be helpful, get me some actual bandages instead of gawking at me!"
Sure, Astarion hates doing things that require hard work, but he knows how. How many times did he have to do something like this to himself, when no one was there to help wrap his wounds? Shadowheart quickly returns with all of the bandage wraps she has.
"We have to clean it or it'll get infected."
"Well, Shadowheart, I don't know how you think you're going to clean it if Tav bleeds to death."
The two healers decide it's best if he handles this himself. While he obsessively wraps your arm, the rest of the camp watches on, knowing he's too possessive to let them help. He doesn't trust them like he trusts you.
And I trusted you to stay put.
There's no way to give you more blood, not in a way that would work for you. For a moment, he simply thinks that he'll feed you some of his blood, and then he remembers. All he can do is hope you retained enough, that he didn't preemptively kill you by feeding on you tonight. Your pulse is still going, but it's slow, and you're paler than usual.
Astarion begins to think to himself, asking why he ever fell in love, why he ever let himself think twice about you. It's easy to play the game when you have nothing to lose. Second thoughts, always, he's always thinking for two people now. It's been his survival, for as long as he can remember, and now you're lodged in his brain.
"Damn you Tav, I can't do this. I can't lose you like this."
He begins to sob as he holds you, still unconscious. This beckons Gale to come over, often a voice of reason for the vampire.
"You've done all you can. Perhaps we should get Tav back inside? Away from the elements?"
Astarion is too distraught to argue, helping Gale carry you back into the tent.
"The second Shadowheart is awake, she'll be back to check on Tav."
"Yeah, if they don't die from blood loss in the middle of the night."
Gale simply sighs, knowing there's no point in fighting with him. He leaves your pale lover to wallow in his misery. Hours pass, you're still clinging on, and Astarion watches over you, panicking every time he can't see your chest rise and fall, constantly checking your pulse. You're cold, your heartbeat dangerously slow, and he keeps wracking his brain about what else he could possibly do. But there's nothing, only fate, only the gods. He sadly chuckles to himself at the thought of even trying to pray, knowing there's no higher power out there, at least one that cares about him.
"W... what are you... laughing at?"
You ask weakly, oblivious to the horrific stress he's been through. Astarion whips around quickly, wondering if perhaps he's imagining your voice. When he sees your eyes fluttering, lost somewhere between dreams and reality, he rushes to your side.
"Oh gods Tav... you- you really scared me there."
He tries to hold back tears, failing miserably. You try to speak again, but groan in pain as the feeling in your arm starts to come back.
"I know, I know it hurts. It's okay my darling, you'll be alright."
He begins fully sobbing, and you have no idea why, without being awake enough to comprehend the situation. Astarion always tries to be strong when you're weak, but watching you teeter on the line between life and death, it was simply too much to bear.
"You can't pull that shit, ever again my love, I'm so serious. I know I'm normally quite serious, but ever more so right now."
Then, a joyful, tiny laugh. Happiness. Happy that you're alive. The memories of the fight slowly start coming back, the beast that ripped up your arm, Astarion yelling.
"Aster...?"
"Yes my dear?"
You start to tear up a little, still a tad delirious.
"I'm sorry."
And then remembers as well, the things he said, the tone he spoke to you in.
"No, no my love I'm sorry. You weren't yourself, I was being entirely unreasonable. I just..."
He almost can't finish his sentence.
"I'm just happy you're okay. That's enough for me."
Your lover slowly and carefully lays down beside you, pulling you into him, being sure not to let your wounded arm drag on the ground. He holds you for a long time, until Shadowheart wakes at dawn, fully rested and ready to fix your wounds. Astarion vows silently that he'll never let it come that close, ever again.
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Imagine aliens being introduced to ice skating.
"Welcome everyone to the 94323th annual Talent Show! We have contestants from species from all across the galaxy showing off their amazing talents! For our first contestant, we have Kalk, a human from Earth, the first human to be our contestant!"
"Yes, Zill, unfortunately Kalk could not show off their talent live on stage, and instead sent us a video. We did send a witness to verify and record their performance so it wasn't faked. Our witness did tell us before the show that we really needed to see this."
"We are starting the video. There's Kalk outside on a frozen lake. Their giving us a bow which is a customary human greeting, and—are we sure this isn't faked? There's no way they could move across ice like that."
"I think they can, hold up they just lifted a leg—ARE THOSE BLADES ON THEIR FEET????"
"That must explain how they're moving like that. Kalk is turning around very sharply and dancing on the ice, which is very impressive and very terrifying. Our witness do not mention if Kalk was injured, so I don't think they're going to fall in the water—okay how are they balancing on one leg like that for so long??"
"Humans have been known as daredevils to use their term, but I've never seen something like this and KALK JUMPED AND SPUN IN MIDAIR! To use a human turn of phase, what the fuck??"
"I completely agree, and Kalk seemed to be about to do another jump... and it was a perfect landing! I've never been so terrified that a contestant may hurt themselves, but this is amazing!"
"And Kalk started to spin on the ice, very very fast, and I'm worried their blades will crack the ice underneath them... and they're moved away from that spot thank goodness."
"And they're about to do another jump and... they land on one foot! That appears to be the end of the performance! Kalk gives a bow... and that's it! Well, what did you think of that Zill?"
"I thought it was terrifying but spectacular. Our other contestants have to really step it up if they want to surpass Kalk."
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plssssss do a blurb where paul is super horny at emily's house and just can't keep his hands off of reader and she's like "wtf is wrong with you?" and he's just like "5 minutes please" and just throws her over his shoulder to quickly fuck in the bathroom and the rest of the pack is cracking up over how ridiculous he is
he is a CLOWN💀💀
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"princess," paul murmured, coming to stand behind you and press soft kiss to your neck as he slid his arms around your waist.
you giggled, peeking over your shoulder to look at your imprinter, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, offering him a small smile.
"need you," he murmured, pushing his hips into yours to show you what he meant.
you giggled at the feeling, "you're ridiculous lahote," you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to cutting up the zucchini for emily's new dish.
he let out a low whine, pressing more kisses up your neck, "5 minutes? please?" he asked softly, sounding a bit more desperate than he normally was considering how difficult you were being.
"paul," you giggled, dropping the knife so you could spin around in his arms and run your hands up his chest, "it's never just 5 minutes with you." you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
"the bathroom is open if you need it," emily's teasing voice came from behind the two of you and you immediately burst into a fit of giggles, squealing when paul threw you over his shoulder to bring you into the bathroom, the rest of the pack hootin and hollering about how grateful they were to not have to hear about paul whining about needing you all day.
as soon as paul kicked the door closed behind him, he was setting you down on the bathroom counter and pulling your dress up, "fuck," he groaned when he saw how soaked your panties were as he pushed them to the side, his other hand making quick work of pulling his cock out of its restraints, "such a needy little thing," he murmured when he slide his fingers through your folds, eliciting a low whine from you.
"you're the one who got us into this mess-" you started but were quickly cut off when paul sheathed his length into your cunt, both of you letting out loud moans at the pleasurable sensation.
"what was that you were saying princess?" paul asked teasingly, letting out a breathy chuckle when he started thrusting in and out of your heat, quickly setting a fast pace.
you didn't have the willpower to argue with him anymore, instead just leaned back and allowed paul to slide his fingers in between your thighs to rub tight, fast circles against the sensitive nub between your thighs.
"fuck paul," you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you dropped your head back and allowed the pleasure to course through you.
paul let out another breathy laugh when he felt your walls flutter around his length, letting him know you were closer to cumming than he'd originally thought, "you gonna cum on my cock kitten? show me how good my cock feels in that pretty little pussy?" he teased, pinching your clit when he didn't receive a response from you immediately, eliciting a loud whine from you.
"yes, fuck-" you whined, curling your toes as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.
"go on then," paul encouraged, letting out a loud groan when you quickly came undone on him, forcing him to spill inside of you as well, quickly filling you up with his release.
his thrusts slowed as both of you came down from your highs, "holy fuck," paul groaned, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he brought you back down from your high.
"that was ridiculous," you murmured, giggling as he helped you off the counter.
you spun around in his arms so you could look at yourself in the mirror and work at fixing your hair before you went back outside. paul apparently had different ideas though and was quick to press his hand in between your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your chest was flush with the counter.
"oh my god," you rolled your eyes as he pulled your dress up, already pumping his cock to get ready for another round.
it really never is just five minutes with paul lahote.
#paul lahote#paul lahote x reader#paul lahote imagine#paul lahote blurb#paul lahote smut#paul lahote fluff#paul lahote angst#twilight#tts#the twilight saga#twilight imagine#twilight blurb#twilight wolves#twilight wolfpack#twilight wolves imagine#twilight wolfpack imagine#emily young
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i saw fanart for this age old unfinished fic and was so interested by the premise that i simply HAD to give the concept my own spin.... Ill put my notes under the cut cus it got kinda long lol
-FIRST OF ALL. i headcanon lu ten as a powerful firebender (like, lightning bending powerful. not an expert at it yet, but can generate it at will. only recently picked it up before the siege.) that can Also use a weapon. he picked it up for funsies and ended up taking it seriously and then excelling. he learned under piandao and in turn later introduced him to zuko. His weapon that he made with piandao was a more traditional jogekama yari, which he had on him when he was captured. long feng destroyed it and had a new jogekama yari made for lu ten in a more sleek earth kingdom style, with longer and more savage blades.
**ALSO: lu tens jogekama yari is based on saras yari from samurai champloo!!!! i just made the side blades curved in opposite directions (which made it a jogekama instead of saras type of yari)
-lu ten does not interact with the other agents. whether brainwashed or amnesic in this, hes not even one of the secret police that go around arresting people. hes a lone agent that works Directly under long feng and is more of an assassin and spy thats permitted in and out of ba sing se for the missions and jobs long feng sends him on, unlike the rest of the agents. as a gift for his (made up) birthday, long feng gave him a hand carved stone earring. Yes, its a tracker. yes, lu ten knows that. No, he doesn't care and wears it anyway. his boss can do what he wants, and he trusts his boss with his life (lol). the other dai li agents know of lu tens existence, less have seen him with their own eyes, none are permitted to speak to him if they do. they dont know hes a "nonbender".
-i havent decided on whether or not i want lu ten brainwashed in this or simply amnesic?? it would be neat if he was the brainwash soft launch since the ba sing se conspiracy brainwashing only started After the siege. lu ten is a firebender, has that fn royalty brand iron willpower, so youd think thats hard to brainwash especially if he was the soft launch, but if long feng kept up the sessions regularly over the course of 6-ish years (and as their brainwashing techniques improved), id doubt it would rub off. its a seven layer salad of brainwashing. and even if he was amnesic rather than brainwashed, theyd still need to do some adjustments in lu tens head to TOTALLY wipe out any idea of firebending, on top of regular chi blocking.
-as for the amnesic part, i read a theory that introduced the idea that lu ten being killed was an inside job orchestrated by ozai. which i dont think would be canon, but it would be pretty cool?? like especially considering how FAST he jumped on azulon about heirs. very suspicious indeed. and all too convenient: have a group of moles set in irohs army, once lu ten moves out away from iroh then corner him, kill him, make it look like the earth army did it, sneak back to the fire nation, ozai gets the crown. easy as pie.
-and to combine one of MY OWN aus with the above, aka the one where zhao and lu ten were both taught together under jeong jeong, the first time that zhao REALLY made a big move into ozais pocket was offering to be the head mole in irohs army. it made perfect sense to ozai, and he gladly sent zhao on his way- him being close rivals with him will catch him off guard and make the job far easier. and if zhao succeeds, and KEEPS succeeding, when ozai undoubtedly snatches the crown, he will grant zhao all the rewards and titles he could ever want until the cows come home. snazzy deal.
so whichever one of those you guys find cooler will be the one i go with because frankly both of them have the same amount of fun angst and drama idk......................
-as for lu tens face and arm, i base that off how i think lu ten died, not even gna lie. in the case where he is dead i think half his skull got crushed open and his arm was blown right off from the bicep. the stitches are just for aesthetic purposes. i was inspired by how scars are drawn in one piece, and because they give a "frankensteins monster" type look, which i found fitting, since this is a 'came back wrong' trope/winter soldier-esque au. the bandages covering his face was a suggestion from an anxious long feng to hide his face in public, while the ba sing se conspiracy was still fresh and the citizens might recognize the spawn of the dragon of the west if they looked long enough.
-as for lu ten and long fengs relationship, i havent thought about it enough, but im definitely imagining smthn along the lines of "you were always working for me, i picked you up and trained you when you had nothing, you owe me your life and loyalty", mixed with some gentle stockholm syndrome. like, a combination of "the king and his most loyal guard dog", a very strange psuedo father-son relationship??? (which was honestly accidental on long fengs part. but he kept it up because he found the irony amusing. yes he will try and rub that in irohs face. yes iroh will beat his skull in for it. its chill)
-this has nothing to do with the au but please see iroh and zukos body language in the third panel of the comic... i love to portray them as protective of each other... zukos blade placed before iroh, irohs arm switching from shoulder to shoulder as zuko turns, always placed between him and whatever is approaching... Heurghhh (GRIPS HEAD
#BUT YEAH I HOPE U GUYS LIKE TJIS ... if that ends up being the case maybe ill talk abt it more and expand a bit further...#BUT ONLY IF U GUYS LIKE IT I PROMISE.#yes this woudl probably change the outcome of book 2 thats a whole other can of beans#lu ten#iroh#zuko#long feng#atla#avatar the last airbender#alicias art
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Can I please request Sara, Lumine, and Noelle watching their S/O run through a hoard ot monsters(with a noticeable straight tunnel through a mountain behind them) to give them the lunch they packed for the girl, tears in their eyes at the thought of them going hungry?
(Genshin Impact) Sara, Lumine, and Noelle's S/O bringing them a packed lunch
Me omw to get stabbed by 400 treasure hoarders just to bring Sara a bowl of rice:
Sara hears rapid footsteps approaching her, which she responds by readying her bow, about to let loose an arrow to whatever dumb monster thought they could ambush her-
(S/O) "SARA!"
Sara falters when she realizes its S/O's footsteps they heard.
Many of the soldiers under her command raise their weapons on instinct, but quickly lowering it once they see who it is.
(Soldier) "Halt! What business do you have with the general?"
(S/O) "S-Sorry, I forgot to give her food for the road!"
Many of the soldiers looked at each other in confusion, and Sara could not resist doing the same.
They had departed the city nearly an hour ago.
In fact, they had taken a path through a mountain that was previously crawling with monsters not a moment ago before their arrival.
There were still some monsters crawling around. How the hell did they get here?
Sara awkwardly clears her throat, trying to not blush in front of her own men as she accepts the bento box, filled with cutely shaped rice balls in the form of small animals.
(Sara) "T-Thank you, S/O. This was not needed, but it is appreciated nevertheless."
Now she was absolutely failing to contain the blush as they smiled, wiping away a singular tear.
(S/O) "Thank goodness I managed to catch you in time! Stay safe, Sara. Everyone else too!"
(Soldier) "Thanks...?"
(Sara) "Wait, there's monsters crawling around back there! You can't just-"
S/O dashed back through the tunnel, every monster just seemingly ignoring them on the way back, despite the fact Sara and the other soldiers were ready to jump back in at a moment's notice.
They just...ignored them.
(Sara) "...We continue our march. And no one will utter a word about this incident. Understood?"
The soldiers immediately straightened their backs.
(Soldiers) "Yes, general!"
Lumine's hand readies itself to knock back the attacker with Anemo before hearing a familiar voice.
(S/O) "Lumine, wait!"
(Paimon) "The heck, S/O!?"
Lumine and Paimon turn around and find S/O nearly out of breath, holding a bag.
(S/O) "I forgot to give you this before you left!"
(Lumine) "...Oh, our lunch! Thanks S/O-...Wait a dang second, how the heck did you pass by the...?-"
The two looked at the tunnel behind them.
Yup, still absolutely crawling in slimes. Did they just dodge all that?
(S/O) "I thought you'd be hungry out there and I couldn't bear the thought!"
Lumine noticed they wiped away a tear, which softened her heart a little.
(Lumine) "Hah, you're a sweetheart, you know that?"
(Paimon) "And also crazy! We were dogpiled in there, don't tell Paimon you were following us the entire time!"
(S/O) "Alright, I'll see you at home!"
(Lumine) "WAIT!-"
S/O gracefully dodged every slime that leapt at them without even batting an eye, taking a light jog back to their home, leaving the two speechless.
(Lumine) "...I think we need to take dodging lessons from them."
(Noelle) "An attacker?"
Noelle's greatsword materializes into her hands and just as she's about to spin around and split them in half-
(S/O) "Noelle, you forgot your lunch!"
Noelle's eyes widen in surprise and she stops herself mid swing, tumbling over and catching herself by stabbing the blade suddenly into the ground.
(Noelle) "S/O?! How in the world did you get here?!"
Noelle was handed a cutely wrapped box in green cloth by a smiling S/O.
(S/O) "I just ran and caught up! You're really fast, you know that?"
Noelle leaned to her left, seeing the tunnel she had exited.
There were Ruin Guard in there! The only reason Noelle got through unscathed was because she was built different her vision protected her!
Why and how did S/O get through that without getting hurt?!
(Noelle) "Dear, thank you for giving me this, but-"
(S/O) "I don't think I could've gone through the rest of the day if I knew you were gonna be starving."
They wiped away a tear before nodding in content.
(S/O) "I'll see you back at home, dinner will be ready by then!"
S/O waved goodbye cheerfully and ran straight back.
Noelle's heart dropped and she dashed after them.
(Noelle) "Goodness me, S/O! PLEASE WAIT!"
#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact headcanons#kujou sara x reader#lumine x reader#noelle genshin impact x reader#sara kujou#lumine genshin impact#noelle genshin impact
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🕸🕷 my heart is a hornet's nest 🕸🕷
Pairing: Insomniac Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Fem!Reader (code name: “Huntress” + she is Kraven’s daughter)
Rating: T
Summary: It's been thirteen months since Kraven was killed by Venom. Despite everything, you're still in the city and helping a nerd - named Peter - in his garage try and save the world. It's hard to ascertain where your old life as a hunter ends and your new life begins. Somedays you can't even tell if you're moving forward or not. But, the pull you feel towards Peter is magnetic. And it's bound to end in catastrophe if you pursue him.
Even as part-time Spider-Man, Peter knows his relationships with others puts them at risk. He doesn’t want to throw you back into the carnage, into the fray, to the wolves you claim to be so comfortable around. He can't risk it. He can't risk you. And the long nights in his garage are really, really starting to wear at him.
Prompt: "Are you afraid of me?" / "Do I look afraid?"
tags: enemies to Lovers/enemies to friends to lovers, no use of y/n, secret identity, unresolved romantic tension, first kiss, light angst, slow burn, mutual pining !!
🕷🕷 ( read on ao3 ) 🕷🕷
Kraven snaps your name like a whip.
“You’ll oversee this one, huntress.” he says without looking away from the screen.
A mixture of pride and trepidation curdles beneath your skin. Kraven is trusting you, but he trusts plenty of his hunters. You lick your lips. The transfer of Martin Li. You promise Kraven that you’ll put the team together and leave before the hour.
No one questions Kraven’s decision. You don’t get special treatment purely because you’re his blood. In fact, if you look closely (which you won’t), you’d say that Kraven treats you worse than his other hunters. He expects—he demands – more of you.
There will be a target on your back when Kraven completes his hunt and finds a worthy enough predator to kill him. But that’s nothing new. You’ve had a target on your back since you were young enough to understand the way of the world; predator and prey, hunter and hunted, kill or be killed.
You lift your arm-- THUNK!—the throwing knife hits its bullseye.
“Huntress,” a hunter named Erik approached you, “you want five VTOLs?”
THUNK! This one is a little off-center and you blame Erik for distracting you. You exhale, balancing your weight, and lining up your shot. Erik is bold. Kraven named you the leader of Li’s abduction. He shouldn’t be asking questions. Your eyes narrow.
You pivot on your heel, fast as a viper’s strike, and flashing silver spins through the air. It’s beautiful.
Erik makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
Your throwing knife wobbles from where its pinned Erik’s hood to the wall. His eyes flick to the blade. He’s lucky you didn’t miss. Otherwise the blade would’ve sank into his throat or he would lack an ear for the mission ahead.
“That’s what I said,” you yank the knife from the wood, freeing him, “wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Erik says, voice tight and clipped, and his eyes darken. You know he is loyal to Kraven, not you. If he managed to kill you – Kraven would be disappointed, but he wouldn’t mourn you. Nature is cruel and so is your father. You sheath your throwing knives while keeping one eye on the hunter.
Erik hasn’t left which means he could be planning his next move. You tense and wait for the inevitable blow. Come on, you think, try it. You’d be happy to fight off your frazzled, nervous energy. You should probably conserve your strength in case things with Martin Li go bad.
Erik nods, “huntress,” and leaves.
You roll your shoulders and return to the weapons cache. I’ll bring Martin Li to Kraven and he’ll have his wonderful fight. He’ll achieve his dream.
Nothing will go wrong. Nothing could. You’ve been planning this for months.
******
Peter wobbles to his feet, his head ringing. Whoever these guys are—they’re serious. The tech they’re using is insane. Invisible drones. Laser swords. What’s next? A few giant mecha-robots intent on crushing Harlem? He shouldn’t think about it – he doesn’t want to jinx it.
He stares into the face of the capable, dangerous stranger with smoke burning his nostrils and scalding his throat.
Dark soot clings to your clothes, your expression venomous and focused, furrowed and tight. The light frames you, bouncing off the east river in sparks, and refracting over the small throwing knives clutched between your knuckles. She’s fast, like really fast. Fast enough that he’s concerned you have a spider-sense of your own. Who the hell are these guys? Miles kicks a drone in mid-air and metal-on-metal crunches together like a compacted soda can.
Peter jumps before the blade can slice through him. It whistles through the air, hits and – literally bounces! -- off a metal pole. His lenses widen. He twists his body. His nerves ignite with impending danger, but he’s in the already dodging the first blade.
He’s Spider-Man.
He can’t stop physics.
Your second blade cuts through the air and burns when it cuts his shoulder. He lands on his feet, a sharp inhale drawn through his teeth, and resists the urge to check the injury. She can’t have that many knives on her!
Your lips quirk, “are you afraid of me?”
“Do I look afraid?”
“Hard to say,” you make a gesture around your face, “with the mask and all.”
“Where’s yours?” he propels through the air with his webs slung behind him, “I thought--” you deflect his punch, “most bad guys—” you stumble backward when he kicks your chest, but recover quickly, “want to keep their identities a secret.”
“I have no shame in who I am,” your leg swings over his head.
“So uhhh...who are you?” he quips. His palms land flat on the cold, metal surface and his spine curves, his body moving like a question mark, and avoiding the onslaught of your assault.
“Serious question!” he says a little louder this time while your silver knife dances through the light as it carves his webs into flimsy pieces.
A burst of green flares flash against the gray smoke. His heart flips. The raft jolts to the side. They’re going to drag the ship underwater! The heavy-duty spears punch through the metal as if it was made of tissue paper.
“We gotta get this ship free!”
Peter spares a final glance over his shoulder and you leap from the other side. Are you landing on another boat? A life raft? Are you going to swim away? He has no clue. He can’t spare any further brain cells on it though. He slides down the tilted raft toward the giant spears that function like fish-hooks into the industrial, military transport raft.
***
It’s been approximately thirteen months since Kraven met his end.
You’ve found that keeping count provides some strange, twisted comfort. You wake up, check your calendar, and strike another tally mark into the wall. It feels good to carve the line into the sheet-rock, little flecks of white catching on your thumb and falling like cremated remains onto the hardwood floor and clinging to your socks.
Sometimes you run into old hunters, vying for territory, and hoping to claim some scraps that Kraven left behind. Many, however, fled to Kraven’s homeland to play out the tragedy of a power vacuum and continue Kraven’s legacy.
None of them have impressed you. Not the ones that have sought you out, hoping to kill Kraven’s kin, and earn glory. And definitely not the ones who you’ve run into accidentally. Those are the worst. They’re cowards. They’re mice. You stumble upon them, trying to eat the crumbs off Kraven’s table, and your retribution is swift and bloody and a pain in the ass to clean up.
You wonder what Peter Parker would say if he knew. You pull your sweater over your head. Peter, the nerd running a research foundation out of his garage, happens to be your only...well, friend is the wrong word...but he’s your only something in this city.
You aren’t supposed to have ‘somethings’. Attachments, as Kraven would call them. Attachments made you weak. You thought it was hypocritical for your father preach this advice when he had a wife and multiple children. Not anymore though, you finish lacing up your boots, everyone’s dead now except for me.
The cassette clicks with a satisfying ‘CLUNK’ into the player and you slide your headphones over your ears. The player was a gift from Peter. No. Gift is the wrong word. It’s on a loan.
“What’s this?” You cradled the cassette player, “it looks ancient.” You twisted the sharp-grooved circles. They remind you of strange teeth. You click the play and pause button. It’s clunky. It’s right-angles and lackluster chrome and the buttons make noise.
It’s the antithesis of the technology you grew up with around Kraven.
You love it.
Peter rolls his chair over to you, “it’s not ancient. Maybe vintage. God, do we call it vintage?” he sounds so baffled that you almost smile, “you know, record players and vinyl are making a big comeback so it’s only a matter of time before Walkman do too.”
He doesn’t wait for you to respond, “do you want it?”
“Huh?”
“I’m not using it obviously.” He smiles, “I think I have a few cassettes lying around and there’s no shortage of music shops in Brooklyn.”
Your fingers tighten around the device. The wild part of you, the part that Kraven nurtured through violence and toxic loyalty, wants to throw the device on the ground. See how sturdy it is and compare it to the tactical, military-grade equipment you grew up with. How many pieces will it break into? A dozen?
You gaze into Peter’s earnest face. His eyes are warm, light mahogany. There are soft lines that kiss the corners of his eyes. You think when he is old, he will have many wrinkles around his eyes, and it takes a second longer than normal for your lungs to refill.
“I’ll borrow it,” you say, unable to accept his random kindness, “and return it before our work is done.”
“Great!” Peter coughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I mean, that sounds good.”
The cassette clicks, whirring warm in your palm, and switching the song. The subway rushes past in a gust of tepid, moist air that smells both stale and greasy. You scan the crowd. The citizens range from individuals wearing jean jackets with sewn patches, to baggy street wear, to plastic bags on shoes, to gym athletics and smart watches.
Someone gets on the train wearing a camouflage parka. Your spine stiffens. Your fingers twitch to the weapons hidden inside your coat. Do I know your face? You shift your body and peer at the subway windows, allowing the ghostly transparent reflection to reveal the stranger’s face.
As you wait for the right angle, the right lighting, you consider your options. Tail them out of the train—could be a trap, but their numbers are never that high. Get close, press the blade to the artery in their thigh, let them see your face before you sink the blade in and leave on the next stop. The timing would be tricky, but not impossible. Not for you. Bail on Pete and spend the next several days tracking the stranger until you’ve found and confirmed their hideout. An ambush. Quick and silent.
The stranger coughs into their sleeve and your fingers fall away from your knife.
You’re glad Pete isn’t here. You’ve never traveled together and you likely never will. It’s safer that way. It keeps him out of your personal life.
“That’s the problem with attachments,” you mumble to yourself, “you start wondering what they might say if they knew you.”
*****
Pete rubs his eyes with his fists, “do you hear birds or is that just in my head?”
You don’t lift your head from the microscope, “it’s birds.”
He yawns. There have been plenty of late nights in his garage shared with you, but this one feels different.
Maybe it’s because of the mercurial light flickering along the planes of your face.
Maybe it’s the notes by your hands, the edges of your fingers smeared black from ink.
Maybe it’s the unplugged headphone wire dangling from your throat and brushing ever-so-often against your exposed collarbones.
Shit. He blinks, looking away. He can’t get mixed up. He’s grateful to you. You donated the notes first, but then pieces of Kraven’s equipment, and then...you came around more and more. You wanted to see what he was doing, wanted to see his progress, or ‘see how helpful your notes are.’ He likes it. He likes having you around.
But, even as part-time Spider-Man, Peter knows his relationships with others puts them at risk. He doesn’t want to risk you too. And it’s not because you can’t fight. To him, you’re finding your place outside of Kraven’s shadow and he doesn’t want to mess that up. He doesn’t want to throw you back into the carnage, into the fray, to the wolves you claim to be so comfortable around.
The sequences before him blur into gibberish. He peeks up through his hair back to you.
Your name is the first word out of his mouth, followed shortly by “you’re bleeding!”
“I tried to catch the sample,” your voice is laced with frustration, “I can’t believe I dropped it.”
“It’s fine,” he opens the first-aid kit that’s stowed beneath the desk, “let me see.”
***
You blink at Peter. Earnest, helpful, kind Peter. You cradle your hand to your chest. It stings, but you’ve faced hornets stronger than this. The tiny shards of glass bounce colorful reflections from the holiday lights strung around Peter’s garage. The wild voice tells you to dig the shards out with your nails.
The blood is starting to stain the hem of your sweater.
Peter doesn’t blink. He doesn’t flinch away. His offered hand holding the gauze doesn’t shake.
You swallow. Why isn’t he shying away from the woman made of shrapnel? Doesn’t he know you’re lethal?
“What?” his eyebrows lift, “are you afraid of me? Or is it medical care in general?” soft humor folds into his brown eyes, “I promise my co-pays are reasonable.”
His words shatter the stiffness of your muscles.
You say, “do I look afraid?” you extend your bloody hand to him.
His fingers curl lightly and gently around your wrist. He flushes the wounds with water before plucking the glass out with a pair of tweezers. His brow furrows in concentration. Your neck prickles and a tingling sensation travels down your spine.
You’ve seen his furrowed brow a hundred times. However, you’ve never experienced it as the subject. Peter holds an antiseptic wipe between his long fingers. His touch is unbearably gentle and you wish you had something to compare it to.
“This might hurt a bit,” the soft, low rumble of his voice is strangely intimate.
The words fall out of your mouth, “I’m used to it.”
“Are we going to unpack that?” He slides the wipe across your angry, throbbing skin.
“No,” your lips twitch, “unless you have a psychology degree I’m unaware of.”
You’re fascinated by the way his fingers move along yours, light and precise, carefully wiping away the blood and wrapping your hand in gauze.
He says, “maybe it’s time for a career change.”
You smile. “What career?”
Peter chuckles, “okay, I walked into that one.”
His eyes lift to yours and his jaw slackens, like he’s finally caught the creature stalking him in the woods, and his fingers twitch on your wrist. The charged moment hangs undisturbed in the air, sending signals through the ether and rearranging the flow of blood in your veins.
His cheeks flush rosy and sweet. The pink hue reminds you of that pivotal morning a few months ago when Spider-Man gave you a sunrise and Pete’s number and a hope for a different future. Your fingers curl into his. And the carefully wrapped gauze prevents you from feeling the warmth of his palm. The wild voice tells you to rip the bandages off and run home. Your knees bump into his.
There’s always so little distance between you.
It’s a small garage, after all.
You tilt forward and hear Pete’s sharp inhale. There isn’t a moment of hesitation. Not for you. You know when to strike, when to move, and when to hide. It’s been drilled into you since birth. Hesitation is a lack of courage, in confidence, and you’ve never lacked either of those.
Peter’s mouth collides with yours.
Your ever-present and paranoid guard slips and you close your eyes to savor it—savor him.
The pliant softness of his lips melds into yours and your exhale shudders between your lips. His hand slides from your throat and holds your cheek, his thumb pressed into your cheekbone, and your hip bumps into the side of his workbench when you stand.
Peter remains on the stool, his neck arched, and his lithe legs part for you to enter the space between them. The thrill illuminates your chest like a red flare against a black sky. His lips play against yours, eager and a little clumsy, and you clutch the front of his wrinkled cotton shirt.
He mumbles your name.
“Shh,” you nose skims along his, recapturing his lips, because you think words might ruin it. The hanging lights flash their merry little dance. There’s fragments of glass under your boots. Ink stains your fingers, blood stains your sweater, and Peter’s tongue stains your lips.
You’ve experienced blood lust. You’ve felt it pounding through your ears and sharpening your focus into razor-thin virulence. You’re familiar with the excitement of a good hunt, a worthy opponent, a well-matched fight. Spider-Man, you think, I’ve felt this with him. But those were mixed with violence, and blood, and bruises.
This – this moment with Peter – is wholly different. Your heart pumps the same blood, pushing it through arteries and valves, but your hands move to caress, to clutch, and stroke through the fine strands of his hair. Your lungs tremble, not in pain, but in elation. The passion rolls through you in waves of syrup and brushes your skin like branches of fir.
Peter’s phone buzzes – loud and incessant – and he groans before tearing his mouth from yours. His cheeks are ruddy, eyes bright, and his chest heaves with hungry gulps of air. You’re glad to know you aren’t the only one affected by the strong pull of – whatever this is – between you.
“Sorry, I’ve gotta--” he lifts the phone from the table, “hello?”
You watch Peter’s face while he talks on the phone. He’s too expressive. He’d make a terrible hunter. And probably a bad poker player, too. You want to kiss him again just for the hell of it. And feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms, feel his breath mingling with yours, his tongue and the blunt force of his teeth.
“I have to go out, um, do you want to come with?” he tilts his chin toward the garage door, “we could – uh – get something to eat along the way?”
You hands twitch at your sides. Your coat, draped on the desk chair, is laden with hidden pockets for knives and darts and small vials of poison. An arsenal for protection, an arsenal for vengeance, the truth of your soul. A soul that Peter cannot – should not – bear witness to.
“Can’t.”
His expression deflates, but he recovers with an easy-going smile.
He shakes his head, “that’s cool,” and says, “another time then.”
You make a noncommittal sound.
***
You finish setting up the tripwire at your apartment door and wipe your palms on your sweatpants. The windowpanes glisten with raindrops, painting the empty corners dark blue, and blurring the myriad of ever-changing traffic lights.
You scratch beneath your ear, upsetting your headphones, and flop onto the couch. The cassette whirs like a little hamster running through its wheel as the song fills your head and blocks out the honking below. You’ve grown to like the city of noise, the city that never sleeps. It’s a concrete jungle. A unique hunting ground.
Tap, tap, tap --
You jerk upright and your head whirls to the noise. Spider-Man perches on the ledge of your window, his red and blue suit shiny and dripping. You cautiously close the distance and begin to disarm the trap before unlatching it. It creaks noisily as it slides open and old paint chips cling to the windowsill.
The cool wet air is tinged with the scent of exhaust fumes.
“Weird time to visit,” you say.
“I was in the neighborhood.” He slips through the window like a salmon and lands soundlessly on the hardwood floor.
You’re going to have to move. You don’t want Spider-Man keeping tabs on you.
“But this isn’t a social call,” he continues, “I need your help with something.”
You lift one eyebrow, “I’m not a mercenary,” then you add, “and even if I was, I doubt you could afford me.”
Spider-Man laughs. “It’s nothing like that!”
You fold your arms across your chest. Spider-Man gives you the vague details of a criminal that he’s had trouble tracking down, could use your expertise, and fighting skills, and so and so forth. It’s a good pitch, you’ll give him partial credit for effort, but you’re not interested in becoming a vigilante – or a hero.
“So, what do you say? We’ve teamed up before.”
Against the symbiote. But, your motivations were selfish. You weren’t helping Spider-Man or trying to save the city. You were weakening Venom.
“No thanks.”
“What?” His lenses widen, “seriously? After my whole speech and everything?”
“Try a power point next time.” You shrug, “I’m retired. No more fighting for me.”
Spider-Man glances around your apartment and there’s evidence of your hypocrisy across every surface. A case of black, tactical arrowheads sits on your coffee table. There’s several target posters hanging on the wall across from your couch with pockmarks embedded into the paper. There’s unfinished gadgets and an open toolbox on the floor near the kitchen where you like to eat breakfast and tinker.
“You’re a bad liar,” there’s a smile in his voice, “just this once, huntress, that’s all. For old times sake.”
You muster the energy to glare at him, but it lacks true heat. “You mean the old times when I was actively trying to kill you?”
Spider-Man shrugs languidly, “we all have bad days.”
That wildness, the hunter that lives inside you, under your skin and in the marrow of your bones is grinding its teeth and trashing into your ribs. It’s hard to determine where you begin and the hunter ends or if they’re destined to forever be intertwined.
You’re a wildcat, unable to be truly domesticated and all your attempts have been in vain.
But, then you remember the warmth of Peter’s lips, his gentle hands, and genuine laughter. You tell yourself, there is room for softness inside of me, for even tigers can purr.
You tell Spider-Man to wait while you get dressed.
“One time,” you hold up a finger, “that’s it.”
“One time.” he agrees with a nod.
Together, you rush into the monotone rain-soaked evening for your first hunt since Kraven’s death.
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Hello, hope you don't mind if I make a request! 😃
What about something like this? I've always loved the idea of Leon being nearly killed by the removal of the plaga. What if reader manages to remove the plagas from Leon but the process is too much for him and leaves him practically dead and reader is horrified and panicking and feeling like she killed him. Just an idea! 💕
I do love this idea as well! Thank you for suggesting it! I was thinking of doing something with the removal of the Plaga eventually.🥰😈
Plaga Removal
Leon x F!Reader
Words: 1,551
Contains: Plaga infected Leon, Ashley and Reader, Angst, Whump, Death?
You break free from the control of Saddler as he's shot from someone above you. Falling to your knees you look up seeing Ada with her SMG.
"GO!" She shouts down to you and Leon.
You scramble to your feet, rushing to Leon's side. Yes you had the Plaga in you as well, But you had only recently been infected, your own progression with the parasite wasn't as far as Leon or Ashley.
Leon pulls himself to his feet with your help and the stone table Ashley was laying on. Scooping her into his arms you help keep him on his feet while you exit through a doorway. The way being closed with the help of Ada shooting free a statue that falls, blocking the entrance.
Both of you fall to the ground, Leon making sure Ashley's head doesn't hit the ground. You groan as you sit up, everything ached. The veins covering your entire body as you examine your arms. You see Leon roll off Ashley, laying on his back. Neither of them were looking very good.
"Leon?" You crawl to kneel beside him. He was staring up at the ceiling, his vision swimming with water above him, around him stood shadowy figures of people.
"Leon! Come back to me!" You say gently placing your hand on his cheek.
Your voice pulls him from the trance, everything flashing back to reality as he sees you leaning over him. He finally looks into your eyes rather than past you, his hand reaching up to touch yours.
"I'm here." He assured, his eyes closing as he groans in pain.
"We have to get these things out of us, Now!" You say pulling Leon's arm to sit him up.
Pulling Ashley's arms you spin in just a way to bring her to lay on your back. "Hup"ing as you stand you your feet, your hands holding under the young girl's thighs.
"Can you stand?" You ask your partner still sitting on his butt. There was no answer. "Leon!" You call his name once more, giving his boot a tap with your own as you adjust Ashley on your back.
"Y.. Yeah, I can stand." He says rolling to his knees, pulling one leg up and pushes on his knee to stand. He steps back, loosing balance, but you keep him on his feet by planting the top of your head in the centre of his shoulder blades.
"I'm good.." He assures now getting his balance.
"Good.." You answer walking towards the a long hallway. Your own vision flashes to this other reality, shaking your head to try and come back.
Hearing the sound of a body hitting the floor you turn around seeing Leon laying on his front. You look towards the doors ahead of you then back to Leon. You had to get both of them to the lab, but you couldn't help Leon when you had Ashley on your back.
"I'll be back for you. Just... Stay awake!" You say turning and walking as fast as you could towards the double doors.
Unlocking the door with the key Leon had entrusted to you, you push it open, stumbling down the stairs and into the lab. Seeing a chair on the other side of the room you sit Ashley on it, walking to the computer and turning on the machine.
"Where's Leon?" Says a weak voice behind you.
You turn to look at her and give her a fake smile. "He's going to be fine, I will fetch him after we get this thing out of you."
Ashley nods and is moved into position. You look to the doors hoping you could see Leon, but it was too dark, all you saw was a void beyond the doors.
"You ready?" You ask as you prepare the computer. Waiting until Ashley nods, you then press the 'Enter' button and she is instantly zapped. The three prongs above her doing their job.
Ashley cries out in pain as you kneel beside her, grabbing her hand that grasps the rod tight.
"You've got this! Almost done!" You say looking back as the computer blinks a green Successful.
Sighing, you see the black veins star to leave her fair skin, small groans leaving her assures you she is alright. Gently puling her into your body, you manoeuvre the young lady to lay on the ground to the side.
Nodding to yourself you hurry out into the hall where you had left Leon, who had now propped himself up against the wall. Head leant back on the stone he was leaning on, arms by his side as he pants heavily, eyes closed.
You kneel beside him and place a hand on his chest. Your own way of asking him to wake up.
"I'm awake.." He huffs out, eyes opening in a wince. "Did it work? Is she okay?" He asks. He heard her shouts of pain but your smile and nod to his question makes him relax.
"Yeah, she's okay. Now it's your turn.." You lift his arm over your shoulder and wait for him to help you pull him to his feet. You hold around his waist and the wrist of his hand slung around your shoulder. "Easy does it." You encourage.
A few steps into the lab and Leon's legs give way. Ashely now on her feet rushes over to the both of you. She lifts his other arm around her shoulders and helps you carry him to the chair.
"Thanks Ash." You say giving her a small nod and a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine. Much better than before. But is Leon going to be okay?" She holds her hands in front of her chest, worried eyes looking over Leon's exhausted, black veined face.
"If you are okay, then he should be too." You assure. Though you were really hoping you could assure yourself, he was in a much worse state than Ashely had been. Whatever Saddler had just done to the both of you really hurt Leon.
You move to the computer and motion for Ashley to stand back before you press the same button as before. The three prongs zapping at Leon's chest. His body arching up as he grits his teeth. Once again you move to hold his hand, Ashley taking his other.
Expecting him to writhe in pain until the computer flashed successful, your heart drops when he goes still mid procedure.
Standing to your feet your eyes widen as you look back to the screen, you could still see the Plaga being disintegrated, so why was he not moving? Your eyes start to prick with tears as you look back to Leon, hearing the computer ding you quickly look back to see it read the green 'Successful'.
"Leon?" You panic, standing in front of him, slightly leaning over his body. "Leon!" You call his name once again, your hand resting on his chest.
Nothing, you choke out a sob as you brush his fringe from his face. Sweat on his skin causing his hair to stick to his forrid, but you make sure to brush every strand away.
"Baby..? Hey, answer me!" You plead as you press your fingers under his jawline. There was a pulse, but it was weak.
You wrap your arms under his and hoist him towards you, pulling his limp body from the chair. You slip and fall to the ground, landing against a cabinet with a loud bang, but you didn't mind.
Tears were now falling from your eyes as you hold Leon in your arms, his right hip on the ground as his right cheek rest on your chest.
"Leon Please! Stay with me!" You cry out as you turn him to lay on his back between your legs.
You cry as you hold his head in the crook of your arm, your hand resting on his chest as all you wanted was for him to wake up, to let you know he was alright.
"Please. I can't do this without you." You sob into the top of his head.
Ashley watched, tears streaming from her own eyes as she sits on her knees at Leon's feet. She thought he was dead.
"You should have done him first." She sobbed to you.
Shaking your head you look over to Ashley. "No.. You are more important. This would have happened if he was first or n-" You stop instantly as you feel a hand rest on yours placed on his chest.
You look down to see Leon's eyes open, looking up at you. "Hey.. What's with the tears? You can't get rid of me that easy." He croaked out.
You just stare down at him, your tears flowing even faster now as you hug his head. "I thought I killed you!"
Ashley relaxed and wipes her tears away, a smile now coming to her lips as she watched Leon's arms reach up to comfort you, gently patting your arm and shoulder.
"Okay.." He responds. You pull back and wipe your face free of tears, spit and snot as you try calming yourself down.
"Your turn." Leon smiled up at you. You nod and he gently placed a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a tender kiss.
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Putty in your hands
Muzan x f/reader, NSFW. Swearing. Sexual content. Consensual stuff. Muzan might be off character.
Generally have no idea what I’m doing cause this is my first time writing🫣
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As you wondered through the western house to your bedroom you couldn’t help that your mind wondered to a certain Demon King.
Muzan made you his wife after meeting you in town, he was about to devour you. However you knew from first hand experience about what demons were and the Demon Slayer Corps. He became slightly obsessed with you after you told him you held information regarding a certain Blue Spider Lily. Therefore you couldn’t be killed.
Muzan was impressed and pissed off that a human dared to bargain with him and tell him to his face that ‘he could go fuck himself and his demons but you need my help’. He had looked at you as if he wanted to strike you down in a millisecond. But he couldn’t. You had something he needed. And there was just something about you.
So after almost ending up as a bloody human meal deal he decided to accept that he couldn’t kill you but in order to keep you within arms reach so you wouldn’t run off and alert the Demon Slayer Corps he proposed and you two got married. All in the same evening. The very same evening he almost made you his dinner. Your head was spinning for weeks afterwards because your mind couldn’t comprehend just how quickly Muzan moved things along.
That was six months ago and here you still were in the Demon Kings den trying not to be slain by a ruthless, paranoid, angry man.
You sighed heavily as you reached your bedroom door. No. Your joint bedroom. Muzan had…insisted that he needed to make sure you weren’t going to escape. Which you weren’t going to do in the first place because demons equals super speed and it also equalled a super fast death.
Opening it slowly you peeked inside.
It was odd to see Muzan at home when all he did was work, work and yes more work but yet there he was eyes closed, arms under the pillows, his head resting on his arms. Blankets thrown over his waist almost exposing that ass you couldn’t help but stare at when he walked on by and his naked back and shoulders looked delicious in the moonlight.
You gulped as you pushed the door open to step inside the room. Closing it behind you with a soft click to not disturb the man in bed. You stepped towards the bed with trepidation in your veins as you finally reached the side of the bed. Looking down at Muzan who was seemingly “asleep” you couldn’t help noticing that heat had risen to your cheeks and heat was forming in your abdomen. You had to admit that Muzan, despite being a demon who ate humans, he was far more handsome than any man you’d ever met previously.
You bit your lip and almost moaned at the sight of him upon closer inspection. His body was exquisite and it looked like if the gods had carved it out themselves despite his wrongdoings to others. The pair of you hadn’t really been intimate except for fake kisses, but your feelings, wants and needs had been growing since you married and now you found yourself wanting him.
Fuck it. You took off all your clothes and got into bed. The voice in your head warning you that you could end up a bloody mess; the voice was pushed out almost instantly. I’ll die trying. You thought to yourself as you were now bare.
Your eyes watched Muzan’s back slowly rise and fall with each breath. The muscles were begging to be touched. Shuffling closer to the body next to you was as nerve wracking as you thought but you were determined. All because you wanted him.
Bending over his upper body you placed multiple kisses just between his shoulder blades. He didn’t stir or move. The fact that Muzan didn’t move stirred you on. So you continued placing kisses between his shoulder blades, moving up and down his body. You placed one of your hands on his back; gliding to the firmness that was his ass. Oh how you wanted to pinch and squeeze it!
It was then you realised you just had to straddle the man. Moving up on your knees you swung your left leg over and settled on his lower back. Screw it. I’m doing this and if I die well I can die happy. The movement caused Muzan to stir but you were quick to place your entire body weight on him and hold him down. Still giving his back kisses which soon turned into nips and small bites. Your hands roaming his skin, eager to feel the muscles beneath.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, voice deep and commanding. But you sensed that he didn’t mind and he certainly made no effort to stop you.
“Just giving you some cuddles and kisses. You rarely take any days off” you replied kissing the spot where the back of the neck met his shoulder.
“Well there’s nothing to do. All those intolerable, wretched beings are completely worthless right now. But that still doesn’t answer my question as to what you’re doing to me.”
You sighed and shifted closer to his ear. You managed to get a peek of the left side of his face as you moved closer. That crimson eye of his seemed to be glowing as it watched you in a mixture of curiosity, mild annoyance and surprise. The voice in your head returned and told you that what you’re doing might be the cause of your doom. Shut up and let me do this!
“I just thought I could help you relax” you whispered to his ear. And without waiting for a response you licked his neck whilst wrapping your hands around his torso. His eye widened and shifted towards you as if to roll over. His curly raven locks swinging softly as he moved. In all honesty it helped. You snaked your hands and arms even further until your fingers found his pectorals. Looking at him dead in the eye the tips of your fingers found his nipples. His reaction was almost instantaneous; he moaned slightly.
Well well well look at that the Demon King can moan. As you continued playing with his hardening nipples his curly raven hair shifted again as he moved his head.
The position that the pair of you in wasn’t exactly comfortable so you decided to change that. Moving slightly off Muzan, who gave you a mild look of confusion only for it to disappear when you grabbed him to follow your movements. Now you were spooning him. Your naked flesh pressing nicely against his back. Your breasts flush against his back.
“Shall we continue m’lord?” You asked in a whisper against his ear. Your hands travelling to his chest once again. But this time one hand moving along his well formed abs and moving even further down to his waist until your hands had reached his hip.
“Do you have any idea what your-“ Muzan’s sentence was cut off when you suddenly held his slightly hardened member in your hand. The smirk you had on your face was reflected in his eyes when he turned his head to look at you. The slight blush on his cheeks became darker when you suddenly started stroking his cock. His eyes closed and his face contorted to that of pure pleasure.
“Unghh” Muzan’s voice suddenly became a musical masterpiece.
Your eyes fixed on where his neck and shoulder met and decided that you’ll do anything to hear that voice of his. In fact you made it your mission to make him putty in your hands. You moved closer and without any warning you bit into his neck, careful not to spill any of his demonic blood, whilst gripping his cock and moved it up and down.
“Fuck!!” Moaned Muzan as his cock was stroked faster.
“That’s a pretty nice voice you have there” you whispered into his neck knowing full well he could hear you.
“Silence. Have you any idea-“ once again his voice cut off as he groaned out, his pleasure rising. His cock hard and weeping precum. Your hand and fingers smearing it all over his tip and down his shaft, till it was slick with his own fluids. Your left hand gripped his cock tightly, as you breathed heavily against his neck and the right hand that was on his chest moved up to his hair.
You threaded your fingers through those soft, raven curly locks and pulled at them. Muzan groaned at the action. Vaguely thinking that you’d never behaved like this before but then again he couldn’t have imagined you’d be like this seeing as you had never been intimate. He only wanted you around for your information. But now he wasn’t so sure…
The fingers in his hair pulled more of his face towards you, the grip making him moan slightly and pant. The vague thought of ‘were you always this demanding?’ came to his mind.
Looking directly into those glowing crimson orbs of his you leaned closer to his face. Without hesitation you smashed your lips together in a kiss that could only be described as desperate and messy. Muzan groaned and cooperated and moved his mouth in tandem with your kiss; thus making it deeper. Soon your kiss would dissolve into tongue, lips and spit.
You moaned slightly, the hum going into his mouth. He stilled just for a fraction of a second before he moved his arm and cupped the back of your head to push it into his face and lips more.
The hand on his cock smeared more precum around the tip and stroked him faster. Muzan groaned into your mouth loudly when you gripped him even harder. Taking your mouth away from his, thus breaking a small string of spit that you two shared, you turned your eyes down, trailing over his body, his hand still at the back of your head. You turned bolder by taking your left leg and hooking it over his left side. The change of reaction on his face was instantaneous. His brow furrowed and you could hear his teeth grind together.
He then surprised you by turning around towards you with your left leg still over his hips, your hand still on his cock and his left hand no longer at your head instead the right hand was cupping your face. It slowly moved downwards, igniting burning pleasure through your veins as he suddenly cupped your wet core.
The moan that left your lips echoed throughout your room. I hope the maids didn’t hear that. But that thought was quickly silenced by the fact on of his fingers suddenly began rubbing your clit in expertise. Your mouths fused together in another messy, sloppy kiss with the pair of you moaning.
The hand that rubbed you also made contact with the opening and those fingers found their way inside, stroking your walls, making you soaking wet. You moaned loudly against his mouth, the feelings that coursed through your body were incredible. And you also couldn’t quite believe who and what was gifting you this blinding pleasure. A distant thought also came to mind: the fact that the Demon King was allowing you to touch him in such a manner was beyond something you could think of but fuck it! You were enjoying the moment whilst it lasted.
“Well look at you. Aren’t you a sexual deviant? So wet for me when I’ve barely given you anything” Muzan said against your mouth after he broke the kiss. In response all you could do was moan.
He chuckled as his fingers continued moving inside you, twisting and curling. He chuckled again when he heard you moan as he added another finger.
You decided that you’d up your game seeing as he upped his. With one hand on his cock the other under you, you moved your free hand to his chest. There you pinched his left nipple then moving to his right and pinched again. His back arched a fraction. His eyes watching your face as it contorted into a smile and then you moved your hand to his neck, pulling him harshly into another kiss. Breaking apart your lips you moved your kisses downwards to his chin and neck. Kissing further down you reached the junction where his neck and shoulder met your hand moved to his hair, clenching it in a fist and tilting his head back.
The groan that left his lips stirred you on and you bit into his collarbone. Another moan left his lips as he thrusted his hips upwards and the hand that still was wrapped around his cock moved along with the movement.
“Fuck sake woman!! What the hell are you doing to me right now” he hissed as you continued biting and nipping his neck whilst still stroking that hard cock of his. Nobody had done this to him in all his centuries of immortal life. So he couldn’t quite believe what a human woman he married off the street was doing to him. You were practically strangers and yet here you were manhandling him in such a way that made him harden even further.
“Trying to make you cum” you replied again this neck. “Is it working?” You teased him.
Muzan growled lowly and grabbed one of your tits, squeezing hard and pinching your nipples. Both of his hands then moved to your waist and moved you on top of him. You felt mild disappointment as your hand let go of his cock but allowed him to move you how he wanted. Your naked flesh touched his own, your breasts plush against his toned chest. The skin on skin contact making you both moan.
Now face to face with the Demon King your face was reflected in his eyes and you could clearly see that you had an aroused blush on your cheeks. Well of course you were aroused who wouldn’t be. You could also see that Muzan was in a no better state either.
Moving his hands to the cheeks of your ass he gripped the globes of flesh and squeezed tightly. His hands then moved to your waist and kept them there.
Taking initiative, you sat up. Your ass brushing against his hard cock; his lips opened and he let out a breathy gasp. Suddenly getting a rather brilliant idea you lifted yourself on your knees, ignoring his brief look of confusion, and scooted back until your soaking core was directly over his cock before lowering yourself down and pushing his cock against his abdomen.
His cock felt so hot and you could feel it pulsing against your nether lips. Looking at his face you noticed that a look of intrigue was on his handsome features. So you started rocking your hips, his hands still on your waist and you looking into his eyes. He gasped and moaned. Your core soaking his length with your arousal as you humped his cock.
Gripping your hips he moved you faster. Chasing his impending release that was building ever since your hand met his cock.
“Fuck!” He gasped, increasing the speed of the rocking. One of his hands let go of your hips to travel down to your clit and began stroking it.
“Ah fuck!” You moaned as his fingers increased their movement and was in tandem as your hips.
“Fucking don’t you dare cum. You’ll cum when I want you too. My little slut” Muzan as but demanded between gasps but his words made the heat in your abdomen spread.
Of course you increased the pressure on his cock by moving your hips faster. You had no idea how close he was.
“FUUUCK” Muzan shouted. In retaliation he moved his fingers at an inhumane speed. You felt your climax approaching you at a speed that made your back arch and you gasped. You couldn’t keep up with the sensations that were coursing through your body.
Suddenly your climax was upon you and your mind couldn’t comprehend was what happening until you were convulsing on Muzan’s cock. You moaned, gasped and swore. Muzan was in no better shape because he was withering beneath you and swearing, the words sounded nothing like anything you heard before. You felt Muzan’s cock grow harder and hotter and then it happened.
Muzan came all over his stomach with a shout but he didn’t stop the movement of his hand on your hip or the hand that was frantically stroking your clit. He chased his orgasm and yours until the pair of you were panting until you collapsed on top of him. Fuck the mess that was amazing!! You thought as you laid there. Muzan’s hands were your back, slowly massaging the muscles. Your face resting against his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin. The quiet was peaceful, that was until Muzan’s voice broke that silence.
“What was that all about?” He asked you as his hands continued their ministrations on your back.
“I already told-“ you began but Muzan cut you off.
“Bullshit. Don’t give me lies. I want the truth” Muzan said as his hands stopped. You sighed audibly. This was the embarrassing part, you were never good at telling people how you felt. But after what you two shared you had to tell him.
“I…I wanted you” you said so quietly that if Muzan was human he wouldn’t have heard you.
“Well of course you’d want me. I’m nothing short of perfection that was placed on this miserable earth” he replied, he almost sounded as if he was boasting.
“Yes I know but I also started liking you as well as wanting you” you stated with a slight edge in your tone.
“I did have an inclination that you liked me. I waited until the right time for you to make a decision” he said, his hands stopped on your waist again.
“You mean you knew?!” You said loudly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You tried so hard to not flush red but failed miserably.
Muzan chuckled your reaction.
“Oh yes but I didn’t know you’d creep in the bedroom and do away with me like you have done so” he turned to face you. Then he suddenly did something you weren’t expecting despite everything you previously shared. He gave you a chaste kiss on your lips and you felt yourself reciprocating his kiss with your own.
After you two broke away you looked into his eyes and saw a slight warmth. A fraction so small you wouldn’t have been able to see it until now. One of his hands had come up to stroke your cheek and cup your face. You both smiled at each other.
All of a sudden you found yourself on your back against the covers with Muzan hovering over you. A predatory look in his eyes. The slits of those crimson orbs standing out. Are his eyes glowing more than usual? You thought as you looked up at him.
“Good. Now that you’ve had your fun I shall have mine” he growled as he inched closer to your lips. At that moment you noticed his cock was hardened against your thighs and you gasped.
And with that Muzan kissed you fiercely and this time made you putty in his hands. All. Night. Long.
Spoiler: reader couldn’t walk the next day ;)
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AAAAAHFINALLY SOMONE WHO DOES ANGELS OF DEATH
breathes
Anyway could I request a ler issac fic cause god him being a mean a sadistic ler and teaser brain go brrrrrr where he chases a reader, their worse spots being their ribs and hips
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Angels Of Death: Tickly Terror
Uh oooooh! I've been found by a fellow AOD fan 🫣 Greetings, I think I love you! XD Thanks so much for the request and your patience! Zack is such a MONSTER! I luv it 🤩
Summary: Reader is attacked by a certain serial killer who has a soft spot for people in your line of work. He won't kill you now, but he has other plans to make you suffer.
Ler!Issac, Lee!Reader
Tw: Knifes, Swearing, Cruel tiggles
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Well, this was not what you had in mind for a nice Friday out on the town.
Running for your life, that is.
It all happened so fast. You knew taking that shortcut down the backstreets might be a bad idea, but you thought the worst might be some bum asking for a lighter, not a crazed maniac to start chasing after you with a knife.
You glanced over your shoulder, heart pounding in your chest. He was still there. Hot on your heels and gaining. The sound of his boots and insane laughter growing louder and louder. Chills running down the back of your neck.
He's coming! He's right on you!
You feel your stomach drop as you trip, tumbling to the concrete with a thud. You spin your head round, suddenly face to face with your pursuer.
His bandage covered face inches from yours as he smiled an unsettling smile. You can smell blood on his clothes. That coppery scent was dried onto his dirty hoodie.
It felt like an eternity of staring at each other before he finally spoke.
"Not gonna beg for your life?" He asked, standing over your body with a chuckle as he toyed with the knife in his hand, feeling the blade from handle to point. "I'll make this quick if you do." He continued, lowering himself onto your waist and placing a hand over your throat, holding you in place.
Petrified, you just lay there, staring at him. Your chest heaving, heart about to jump from your ribs.
A squeak left your lips as his knife suddenly slashed towards your throat. You clench your eyes shut. Waiting for the impact-!
...Impact?
You anxiously open one eye, looking up at the attacker who now held your ID card from work as it had fallen from your pocket. He narrowed his eyes as the words.
"... Does this say nurse?" He asked, showing you the card.
You gulp, trembling as you speak. "Y-Yes... I'm a c-childrens hospice nurse... I work with orphans."
The attackers face sank as he tossed your ID aside with an aggrivated groan. "Damn it. I can't kill ya' now I know that... Damn, Ray. She made me soft!" He cursed himself as you watched on, wondering who 'Ray' was.
Though, that didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact you weren't going to die! A small sigh of relief passing your jittering lips. The feeling didn't last long though.
"However, I'm still going to have to make you scream. I went through the trouble of chasing you down after all. I've earned it." The boy nodded as he leaned closer, softly tracing the dull side of his knife up and down your side.
The feeling of the dull point dragging across your side, through your thin shirt, sent a tingling sensation across your torso. You bit your lip, biting back a smile as your fingers curled up reflexively. What if a smiling pisses him off?!
But, it tickles! So bad! The cold tone of your attacker reminded you of the situation you're in.
"Your tag said y/n... So tell me, y/n, where should I start? Don't worry, I'll keep the injuries hidden. I don't want to worry the kiddies or-... Are you fucking smiling right now?" He asked with a dumbfounded glare.
"N-No! No, I'm not! I'm really not!" You blubbered, your hands shooting up defensively as you fought down a giggle.
"Yes you are! I saw it! You we're so smiling! You think this is funny? You got some kind of pain kink or something? Youd better tell me cus' I aint here for that noise."
"No! No, I-I swear it's not that! Your knife! It- It just- Eek!" You squeal as he traced the length of your stomach with the dull blade again.
The boy smirked, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he finally put all the pieces together.
"Oooh." He chuckled.
"No! No, it's not what you think!"
"Haha, I think it's exactly what I think." He shifted his weight, trapping your arms by your side, beneath his knees. He knacked his knuckles, grinning a fanged grin as he prepared himself for the fun he was going to have with your helpless body.
He held his limber didgets out, flexing them close to your stomach to start with, revelling in the way you squeaked and tried to suck your belly in to avoid the fingers.
"I'd say sorry, but I'm really not." He chuckled before diving into your soft skin, vibrating and clawing at your tummy.
"Gh-! Haha! N-Noho! H-Hehey! Wait! WAIT! PleheEEEHE-!"
You giggle, legs kicking out behind your attacker as he dug into your tummy, chuckling with you.
"Hmm, I think you can beg better than that." He smirked, his hands shifting to ruthlessly claw at your sides. Even rolling up your shirt to attack the bare skin directly.
"WAH! S-Stahap! Please! Pleheheee-! Aha!" You yelp, twisting and turning, doing anything you can to escape.
This just eggs your attacker on. The hood of his hoodie shrouding his expression in a shadow, but you can feel him grinning at you, enjoying your suffering.
"Haha, poor little thing. Look at you, so helpless. And I'm not even hurting you! You're just too ticklish for your own good, huh?" He sneered, pinching up and down your sides, until he inched juuust too far upwards, finding your lowest ribs.
"FUHUCK! Wait!" You yelp, curling in on yourself to the best of your ability in your trapped state.
"Hm? Ooohohooo. Is that your sweet spot?" He jeered, latching onto your ribs with deadly precision, vibrating his fingertips into the sensitive dips and bumps that made up your ribcage.
A scream ripped from your mouth as he tickled you there. It really was the worst! This whole situation was a nightmare!
"NOHO! ShihiIIIIHIT! AHAAA-!... gasp AHA! Noho! NNNAAAHA!" No amount of kicking and squirming was working. This sadistic stranger had you trapped and completely at his mercy. Something he definitely wasn't going to give you.
"Take that! And that! Haha! Bet you're regretting coming out tonight now, hah? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Weak, ticklish little looser, aren't ya?" He teased, cruelly insulting you in a childish manner. Not letting up from your sensitive ribs yet.
"Pleheheee-!... gasp GAHAHAAAD!"
"I ain't no God, call me Zack." He chuckled.
"Zahack! Plehehease! Stop! Stop! Stop! StahAHAHA!" The more you begged, the more he tickled. He was truly an evil being.
Zack grinned, shifting his hands and drilling his thumbs into your hips as he spoke.
"Ooh, look at that expression. So much suffering under such a bright smile. Haha! So silly looking~ Coochie, coochie, coo~"
"NYAAHAHA! ZAAAHACK!" You arch your back, desperately trying to dislodge his vicious thumbs from your protruding hips. "Fuhuck! NnnOHO-!... *gasp* AHAHA!"
Nothing worked! Nothing was going to work! You were completely at his mercy.
Hearing your pleas, he laughed, mocking your attempts to make him stop. "Oooh, Zaaack! Please! Don't tickle me! Oh nooo! Haha! You sound so pathetic! Tickle, tickle, tickle~! How about here? Or here? Nah, back to the ribs!"
He teased and taunted, his hands dancing between various different areas of your torso before latching back onto your ribs.
As the tears pooled in your eyes, and the laughter became breathy and full of hiccups, you wondered if he would ever stop.
"HEHELP! Help-! Ahaha! H-HeheaaaAAAHA! Help mehehe! Please!"
"Calling for help now? Pff, you really are completely helpless, aren't ya?" His cruel smile sent a shiver down your spine, realising just how right he was.
"NOHO! S-ShihihahaAHA-! AH!" A yelp passed your lips as the crook buried his face into your neck, blowing a raspberry into your skin, making you shrill in ticklish delight.
He loved the sounds you were making. So pained, yet so happy! It's weird, even this killer knows that. "Haha, I wonder how long you can take this. An hour? Several hours? A day maybe?! PfffAHAHA! Let's find our, shall weeee? Yyyyy/nnnn~?"
You weren't sure how long this torture had gone on for, but the awful tickling sensations on your hips suddenly stopped. You blinked the tears from your eyes, realising that Zack was no longer sitting upon your waist.
He stood, yawning and stretching his arms as if he was the one who was tuckered out. "Aaah... Bored now. You can go." He chuckled, nudging your shoe with his.
".... Oooor you can stay on the floor? If that's what you want?" When he realised just how tired you were, he scoffed, standing over your head and grinning down at you.
"Let's put it this way, if you stay there too long, I might get all worked up and start tickling you again."
"I'M UP! I'm going!" You scramble to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. The thought of another round of tickles made you feel ill. You dashed a few feet out of his range before turning back to see... No-one.
The Tickly Terror was still out there somewhere. He's probably looking his next victim...
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Avatar Quaritch x Navi Reader
Given Enough
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Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 - Always The Fool
(Y/n) turned around lunging at Quaritch with hurt in her eyes. “HOW COULD YOU!” The Navi screamed hitting his chest with all her strength. Quaritch grips onto her wrists bringing the sobbing female into his chest. “I HATE YOU!” (Y/n) shoved him away. It wounded his heart as she said this.
“I know you don’t hate me. You can’t hate me. Please just listen to me.”
“How did you get my father's blade?” She backed away shaking her head.
“I tried to save him (Y/n) but when the missile hit the bison…The shots fired into the water…I am so sorry. I could only get you out and by that time…he was gone.”
“What about my brother? Did you kill him too?!” She growled.
“No…He is alive, took Jake Sully along with the rest of the sully family and left. Baby, they need you to tell them where they could be. Or else they said…They would destroy the clan.”
“The only way they could successfully get into our territory is if I or another Kamimaljuyú show them…Unless you are going to show them.” She hissed. He bowed his head unable to look at her thoroughly.
“You are pathetic, a coward, and I hate you! So tell me your big plan, Rick. You are a lying snake. Eywa should have let me kill you!”
Before he could respond the doors opened. General Ardome walks in with a recon squad behind her. (Y/n) quickly snatched her father's knife from Quaritches belt hissing. “You are taking too damn long Colonel. Do you want to know his mission, Princess? He up with it all on his own.” Ardome grins. “He planned to play pretend. Learn your ways and secrets. Convince you to mate with him because by your laws he is now the Olo’eyktan. The bison was a nice touch Rick. I have to hand it to you. Convincing the stupid animal to fall perfectly into our trap.” She laughed. (Y/n) looked down, heart beating fast. She felt dizzy, the world spinning around her. Her spirit finally broke. Rick never loved her, had Áramà murdered, started a war, now her father is dead, and her brother is on the run with Jake Sully…She had nothing left. Trapped in a human facility thousands of miles from her home. The Kamimaljuyú now leaderless. (Y/n) fell to her knees dropping the knife. She hates herself more than Quaritch…Because despite all this she loved him. Always the fool.
“Get her. If she wont talk then lets show her the consequences.” The general orders. One of the recon avatars yanks her up by the hair. She yelped in pain. Rick shoved him against the wall.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” He growled. “I will get her.” He responded turning to (Y/n).
“Ma' k'a'abéet a áantaj.” (I don't need your help).
“Je'el a beetik, k táan in jo'osike'ex waye'.” (Yes, you do. I am getting us out of here.)
“Ma' u páajtal k p'atik le paalalo'obo'.” (We cant leave the kids.” She pulled back from him.
“General we should bring the children.” He said making her turn around. “It will teach them a lesson to never go against humans. Show these natives their place.” The words out of his mouth are bitter. This is the old Colonel speaking, not who he has become now. She nods and the recons grab the children dragging them along.
"Yaan in wuk'ik le ti' le izquierda. Wuk'ik le ti' le derecha.Túun t'u'uchpachtik in, k jóok'ol waye'" (I will take the ones on the left. You take the ones on the right. Then follow me we are getting out of here.) Quatitch said.
(Y/n) nods and once he tossed her the knife she disarmed the two on the right holding the two daughters. Quaritch killed the remaining two leaving just the General. Adrome gasped and turned around unable to draw her gun in time as (Y/n) slammed her against the wall. The human female looked at Quaritch. "How could you betray us?! Your own kind!"
"I didn't betray you, I betrayed them! They are my people. Not you…not anymore. Now I will do everything to restore trust."
"What are you going to do with me?"
(Y/n) looked into her eyes, chuckling. "Kill you of course."
_Time Skip_
They managed to escape the building and run back into the wilderness. (Y/n) took a deep breath. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tsireya breathe heavily looking at Quaritch and (Y/n).
"YOU!" Lo'ak yelled and lunged at Rick. (Y/n) growled and held the young male back.
"ENOUGH! Listen to me well children. Right now we are going to have to be a team. I know Rick has done a lot to hurt us but …I want to believe he is good Ewya has a different path for everyone to find the way. To see her and the truth." (Y/n) whispered, Quaritch reached for her hand but she pulled away.
"(Y/n) is right. Dad is stuck with Balam. But where would they be?" Kiri asked.
"I know." (Y/n) whispered.
"Where is that? I am unsure of where my people are, my parents." Tsireya whispered, holding onto Lo'ak.
"The last I saw, your mother and Neytiri flew after us but the Ikran had been shot down." Quaritch frowns.
"There is no need to worry. I know where they are we just have to get there first."
“Our home is not far from here, We can get an Ikran and ride,” Lo’ak suggested.
“Fine but we must hurry so the humans do not catch up.” (Y/n) replied.
The group ran into the forest following the Omaticaya children. Her eyes trained on Quartich. They made the journey into the woods to locate their old home. It was a new experience for (Y/n). She only wished for it to be under different circumstances. It did not take them long to be welcomed in and given the proper medical treatment.
“So you really are not him?” Norm asked, looking over Avatar Quaritch.
“Not the man you knew. I am different. My human form is gone. I remember nothing… I won’t let him define who I am.” He responds looking to (Y/n) who walks back with a new Ikran.
“Well, the last you was an asshole.”
“He can still be at times.” (Y/n) adds wrapping her arms around Quaritch. “Come we must go. The forest clan supplied us with weapons and food for the next few days. Thanks for your help, Norm. I wish we had met for other reasons. But my people will repay you all for this kindness.” (Y/n) bows her head. Norm nods before glancing at Rick leaving them.
“Let’s ride,” Kiri said.
The trip is long and difficult. Through the forest, over the ocean, and the weather is not kind to anyone. It felt never ending but she felt some comfort with Rick wrapped around her. However the pain is still deep inside of her.
“We can never tell the people.” (Y/n) said once they entered the Kamimaljuyú territory. He looked surprised by her words. “No one but the Royal families heard. I will ask we keep it that way. Come we must keep moving.”
“But as Olo’eyktan I must tell them.” He whispered. She sighed deeply.
“We are almost there.” (Y/n) whispered.
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Golden Mirror
Silco X Reader fic <3 (gender neutral)
Rating: G
TW: Injury/slight gore
Contains mostly fluff/tension <3
It wasn’t supposed to go like this.
It was supposed to be safe.
It was supposed to be secure.
But no.
Of course it went like this.
No one like you is allowed nice things.
Not for a minute.
You screamed, clawing at the mercenary that was sent to kill you.
It’s okay. This was expected. That’s what he said.
You knew the risks.
The cold blade slashed at your face, cutting deep and cutting fast. It burned, tingling as whatever substance was on the knife sunk into your skin.
You thought you screamed before, but this was a new type of pain. A searing sensation that ran across your cheek, using your veins to spread the awful concoction across your body.
And the screams grew louder.
Were they yours? Or were they from the mercenary?
A buzzing sound clouded your head, black filling your eyes as the blue dots danced around.
Is dying supposed to hurt? Or is it oddly comforting like he says?
This was more confusing than comforting.
Everything begins to spin, around and around, jumbling your brain. The screams fade into shouts, and the searing pain is masked with a strange soreness.
Your hands hurt.
— — ( • ) — —
“Wake up.”
You groggily opened your eyes, the green hue of the room too bright. It was weird. How did you get here?
He walks over.
What’s his name?
Silco. How could you forget?
“You took a nasty beating.” He murmurs, waving the doctor, whom you barely remember, out of the room. “Hit your pretty little head.” He smirked.
You groaned, rubbing at your temple.
“I thought I was-”
“Dead?” He hummed, looking over his shoulder at you. “Mm. Strange, isn’t it?” Silco paused, grabbing his syringe and injecting shimmer into his scarred pupil. “It feels out of body- like you are floating.”
“Yeah.” You nodded, your vision coming back to you.
Ah, yes. You were at work.
At home.
Silco walked over, tilting your chin up. “Singed isn’t the best doctor, but he is a genius.” He spoke, examining your face. He roughly handled it, his hands a comforting soft compared to your calloused face.
“How bad is it?” You ask, wanting to see a mirror. Everything felt normal, so, it must’ve been numbed.
He pulled the gold mirror from his desk. It was the one he stared at so many times while applying his makeup to conceal his horrible scarring.
You looked.
It was a gash from the side of your head to your nose, an ugly mark on your face.
“I’m no stranger to facial scars.” He spoke, his demeanor growing softer than you’d ever seen it. Usually he was a stone cold man. “I’m biased, of course, but you don’t look bad.”
“You don’t look bad” Of course it was a half assed compliment.
With a nod, you accepted it. You knew the risks.
He traced his fingers along the mended wound. “I did the stitches.” He smiled, admiring his own work. “Singed handled the whole, well, chemistry.”
“Thank you.” You muttered, feeling the bumpy stitches.
Why was he more talkative today?
He stared at you, a blank expression on his face.
“Just remember to put ointment on it.” He muttered, walking away, pinching the bridge of his nose and scolding himself.
You slid off the couch, looking after him before he left the room.
Strange.
#silco#silco arcane#arcane fanfic#fanfic#silco x reader#silco x you#gn reader#silco x male reader#silco x gn!reader#silco x female reader#fluff#silco fluff#tension#silco canonically applies makeup#silco takes a while to warm up to people
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Whumptober 2023 Masterlist
I successfully completed Whumptober! Woohoo!!!
I never thought I would actually make it to the end between work, making my Halloween costume, and prepping for NaNoWriMo, but here we are! Here is a list of all my posts for the challenge with short descriptions of each.
All of my posts have OCs. Please don't use or repost any of my writing, but you're welcome to use the prompts as inspiration. If you do, I would be grateful for a short shoutout. I'd love to see your work!
Fast List:
Not Sick (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8)
Prompts (Dialogue, Concept)
Accidentally Triggered
Pulling Punches
You're a Liar
Dawn (Part 2 and Part 3 written after the event)
Cliff (Part 1, Part 2)
First Mission
Quotes
New Collar
Taken Away
Not Tonight
Thief (Version 1, Version 2) (Part 2 of Version 2 written after the event)
Just a Fever: Part 3 (Part 1 and Part 2 written previously)
A New Pet: Part 3 ( Part 1 and Part 2 written previously)
You Look Awful
Don't Look at Me
Scented Candle
Held
Empty
Day 1- Not Sick: Part 1
Prompt: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Content: sickfic, refusing medical care, collapse
Whumpee is sick, dizzy, and completely in denial. Could they ask Caretaker for help? Yes. Are they going to hold out until Caretaker finds out on their own? Also yes.
Day 2- Not Sick: Part 2
Prompt: thermometer
Content: Sickfic, fever, touch starved, touch aversion, weak whumpee
A continuation of part 1, Caretaker is taking care of a very sick Whumpee. They'd never seen Caretaker so kind. It was kind of nice.
Day 3- Accidentally Triggered
Prompt: "Make it stop."
Content: Panic Attacks, learning triggers
Whumpee was just trying to research the symptoms of a panic attack. They didn't expect it to trigger their own. It's a good thing Caretaker was there to help them through it.
Day 4- Not Sick: Part 3
Prompt: "You in there?"
Content: Sickfic, fever, hiding, weak whumpee, found, protective whumpee
A continuation where Whumper comes to bring Whumpee back. If they weren't sick, maybe they could have done something to make sure Whumper could never find them or Caretaker.
Day 5- Pulling Punches
Prompt: Pinned down
Content: Hiding injuries, nongraphic blood, passing out, protective Villain
Hero has to fight Villain with injuries from another enemy. Of course, Villain doesn't know this. They can't let Villain know. Villain would kill them in a heartbeat, wouldn't they?
Day 6- Not Sick: Part 4
Prompt: Made To Watch
Content: Sickfic, fever, vomiting, implied self-harm, non-graphic torture
A continuation where Whumpee makes a deal with Whumper. If that deal happens to involve watching as Whumper hurts their friend, well, they don't really have a choice, do they?
Day 7- Not Sick: Part 5
Prompt: “Can you hear me?”
Content: Sickfic, fever, blood, mentioned blades, past torture, passing out, restrained
A continuation where Whumpee and Caretaker deal with the immediate aftermath of Whumper's visit.
Day 8- Dialogue Prompt
Prompt: Outnumbered
Content: Dialogue only, impossible situation
A few lines with two characters discussing the future.
Day 9- You're a Liar
Prompt: “You're a liar.”
Content: traitor, confrontation
Sidekick has betrayed Hero and given Villain their plans. Hero needs to gather proof before Sidekick realizes they know.
Day 10- Not Sick: Part 6
Prompt: broken phone
Content: Sickfic, fever, touch aversion, weak whumpee, injured, checking for injuries, refusing medical care
A continuation where Whumpee and Caretaker attempt to help each other recover now they both have a bit of their strength back.
Day 11- Dawn
Prompt: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” and animal trap
Content: Vampire Whumpee, trapped, left for dead
Whumpee is caught in a bear trap. Will their only hope (a human hunter) save them, or leave them there to die in the morning sun?
Day 12- Not Sick: Part 7
Prompt: “I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?”
Content: Sickfic, fever, blood, insomnia, injuries, ptsd, weak whumpee
A continuation where Whumpee and Caretaker are finally able to rest. Whumpee fully intends to do so, but they have to do something first. They can't rest until their job is done.
Day 13- Not Sick: Part 8
Prompt: “I don’t feel so good.”
Content: Sickfic, fever, weak whumpee, falling asleep, talking about mental health
The end of Not Sick. In this, Whumpee and Caretaker talk about what happened. Maybe if they're honest with each other, they'll both make it out alright.
Day 14- Cliff
Prompt: water inhalation
Content: drowning, falling, knocked out, passing out, rescue
Villain threatens to kill Civilian by dropping them off a cliff. Can Hero save them, or will they die trying?
Day 15- First Mission
Prompt: “I’m fine.”
Content: injured, worried, getting advice
Mentor is worried about Hero. Hero is worried about Sidekick. Can they talk it out or is there a reason for greater concern?
Day 16- Quotes
Prompt: “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
Content: Hospital, LOTR quotes, hurt/comfort
Whumpee is a nerd. Their love of quotes means more when they're dying.
Day 17- New Collar
Prompt: Collar
Content: pet whump
Whumper is buying their pet a new collar. A friendly sales associate stops to help them find the perfect one. It amuses Whumper to know they don't know the collar is for a human, not an animal.
Day 18- Taken Away
Prompt: Blindfold
Content: Kidnapped, chloroform, knocked out, betrayal
Whumpee is terrified as they're taken from their own home. The heartbreak of being betrayed by the ones closest to them only makes it worse.
Day 19- Not Tonight
Prompt: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”
Content: Suicidal ideation, mind control, protective villain
Villain is ready to fight, but Hero is ready to die. When Villain realizes this, what will they do? Will they take advantage of the situation or force Hero to fight to survive?
Day 20- Whump Prompts
Prompt: Blanket
Content: Whump scenarios
Whumpy situations to put your favorite Whumpee in.
Day 21- Cliff: Part 2
Prompt: “Don't move.”
Content: Drowning, secondary drowning, waking up, rescue
Civilian and Hero survived the fall, but can they make it back to safety before anything else goes wrong?
Day 22- Thief Version 1
Prompt: “Watch out!”
Content: homeless, stealing, hiding injuries, framed, protective villain
Villain catches Hero stealing from their store. What happened to their rival? Is this the end for Hero, or do they deserve to be saved?
Day 23- Just a Fever: Part 3
Prompt: Stalking
Content: Sickfic, stalking, weak hero, kidnapped
A continuation of a series started before Whumptober where Hero finds themselves at the mercy of Villain. Taken from their home, can Hero even stand or will they anger Villain?
Day 24- Thief Version 2
Prompt: neglect
Content: homeless, stealing, hiding injuries, framed, protective villain
A second version of the story where Villain catches Hero stealing from their store. What happened to their rival? How is Hero even still alive? What will Villain do about it?
Day 25- A New Pet: Part 3
Prompt: Storm
Content: Pet whump, related caretaker and whumpee, injured, blood, training, kidnapped, previous torture
Caretaker has been reunited with Whumpee. Now, they just have to get Whumpee away from Whumper before they're killed.
Day 26- You Look Awful
Prompt: "You look awful."
Content: Sickfic
Whumpee is sick. Caretaker is ready for dinner.
Day 27- Don't Look at Me
Prompt: Scars
Content: Scars, Hero x Villain, panic attack
Hero is weak. They're not strong enough to be worthy of their enemy. Not in battle, not as a lover, not at all. Unsurprisingly, Villain disagrees.
Day 28- Don't Pass Out
Prompt: “We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now.”
Content: Stranded, non-graphic blood, injury, trapped, rescue
Hero and Villain are both stranded in the middle of nowhere. Will Hero follow their new orders regarding their enemy?
Day 29- Scented Candle
Prompt: Scented Candle
Content: Panic attack, flashback, triggered, hurt/comfort
Whumpee is triggered during their birthday party. Caretaker helps.
Day 30- Held
Prompt: Bridal Carry
Content: Injured, waking up, carried
Whumpee wakes up in Whumper's arms.
Day 31- Empty
Prompt: Empty
Content: Depression, ptsd, dissociation, threatened
Whumpee is scared, and the only way to deal with that is by making sure they're numb any time they're around Caretaker. Unfortunately, Caretaker isn't a fan of that plan.
#whump fic#no writing#whumptober 2023#whump ideas#whump list#hero#villain#civilian#caretaker#whumpee#whumper#sidekick#oc
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Fans don’t know what they want: Star Wars edition
Don’t know if I’ll make this a recurring type of post but just something I always think of when watching series that’s been on for a long time from Marvel to Pokémon to Dragon Ball etc
So I finished the live-action Ahsoka show and overall I thought it was pretty solid, the thing was I have the benefit of watching most of Rebels and the Clone Wars so my connection to these characters is different from someone who’s never watched them or not a lot as this series was very much a follow-up of Rebels with the Ahsoka clone wars connection as the connecting aspect
Not going to talk too much about the show as it’s still new as I’m posting this
But one thing I kept seeing online and even since the sequel movies was that the lightsaber fights have been slow and boring etc…
And while I agree in a certain sense that they don’t look as fast as animation or the prequels
The problem is that one of the big complaints of the prequel movies was how they were using lightsabers back then
Like people hated how flashy and speedy they were swinging their lightsabers
And I think that has shaped how they have done Star Wars since episode 7/the sequels aired
The basis of the action standard has been the original trilogy and the closest real-world equivalent in sword fights
Where sword fights aren’t about the flash and the blades are mostly heavy let alone how sharp and deadly they are so when there’s a sword fight it’s not about the clashing etc It’s about if you get one hit it’s over
So ever since I’ve noticed that they treated the lightsabers more like heavier swords vs these lighter laser blades
But now whether it’s from the prequel kids and enjoyers are now more of the vocal majority or the choreography hasn’t been the best but now people are calling out that the modern lightsaber fights have been slow and boring
So fans went from don’t make the fights like the prequels to make the fights more like the prequels hence fans don't know what they want
Even if it's more than preferences and audience changes over time
For myself, I’m mixed
Like I think there’s definitely a balance, as you can say that some moments in the prequels they were spinning that deadly blade super casually, and those extra moves showed some openings making people act like oh there was the kill shot, but also light sabers aren’t swords, like lightsabers have the inherent benefit of having the clashing and being able to swing more casually given their size, cut metal and other things, and let alone using the force as an excuse for the movements
I understand the want or need for realism in products such as Star Wars it helps keep things grounded and believable but there’s also the fantasy aspect that I do think needs to be embraced more as yes the choreography of the lightsabers needs to be seen as swords so we have a concept for what’s going on but you also have to be creative with it in a way that shows a lightsaber isn’t just a glow stick sword
I think in some cases it’s a choreography thing as without spoiling too much Ahsoka herself isn’t as fast in her series compared to her in animation, part of the reason is that she’s older and they even comment on that as she’s like 50 in the show and was like 16 in the clone wars a pretty big difference but it’s also they aren’t choosing to make Ahsoka acrobatic or fast since they want Rosario Dawson to actually be the character they even have a moment showing that Ahsoka was faster when younger, and they have moments that give that sense of speed and such but mostly lightsaber fights are just sword fights now
I think there’s definitely some work around like the light trail effect of the light sabers is practically gone now and I think that added will give a better sense of speed and effect
And if you’re going to choreograph essentially a sword fight then get stunt doubles or whoever to help make it feel faster and more fluid, and have fun with camera direction to get more excitement from the critics that think it's boring
Overall it’s funny to me that people used to hate (some still do) the prequels but in terms of things like action people now would prefer that to what we have now
And I do think the rise in things like anime has raised standards for how to perceive action as there has now been some anime influence in even things like Creed 3
Not my most formatted post but oh well
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Reluctant Hero?
= Ten = (Chapter List)
The video feed images from the forest caused those watching to go pale. It was utter chaos in the shadow of those trees. The Professors watched as those strange grimm attacked, but that was not all. Several of the hopefuls themselves just screamed and then changed as well.
Ozpin: Get the rescue bullheads in the air now! I want everyone out of that forest!
/===/ In the Emerald Forest /===/
Beowulf: We will swallow your soul!
Jaune ignored the rantings of the decapitated head as he rushed to Pyrrha's side. She groaned as he helped her sit up with her back to the tree she had been thrown against.
Pyrrha: What? What?
Jaune: Pyr? How are you feeling?
Pyrrha: Confused, everything is ... AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Jaune fell back as Pyrrha lurched forward, grabbing her left leg. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she began to claw at her own flesh, screaming in agony. Jaune, using his one good hand, grabbed her wrists and pulled them back.
Jaune: Tell me Pyr! What is happening?
Pyrrha: It burns! It burns! Something is eating me!
Using the tip of his saw, Jaune pried at the edge of her greave. He took a deep breath as he saw the damage the bite had caused. Damage her aura should have prevented. Damage that before his eyes was festering and putrefying her flesh.
Jaune: Okay, I heed you to hold your hands together tightly. I have to remove your greave to really look at the injury. Can you do that?
Pyrrha just nodded as she clasped her hands together. Taking a deep breath, Jaune reached down and undid the fasteners. The torn piece of armour was peeled away revealing a spreading spiderweb of black lines, twisting about her flesh as the punctures caused by the beast's teeth wept black fluid.
Jaune: Fuck!
Pyrrha: (Sobbing) Jaune, please help me.
Jaune: (Places his hand against Pyrrha's cheek) I'm going to save you, but you have to be strong for me. Can you?
Pyrrha: Y... y... y... yes.
Jaune: I have to grab my hand, but I will be right back. Okay?
Pyrrha just nodded. Jaune rose to his feet and quickly made his way to where he had dropped his hand. As he passed the severed head, he unsheathed his shotgun.
Beowulf: Her soul will be ours! You have failed another, Jauney!
Jaune said nothing as he pointed the weapon and squeezed one of the two triggers. The head was splattered across the ground. Spinning the gun about his finger, he sheathed it, and grabbed his discarded hand. He jogged back to the still crying Pyrrha.
Jaune: (Pushes his cybernetic hand into her hands.) I want you to squeeze that as hard as you can. Crush it if you have to.
Pyrrha: What... what... are you... going to do?
Jaune: To save you, I have to take off your leg. It is going to hurt, like a fuck ton, but it's...
Pyrrha: No, you can't!
Jaune: Do you want me to save your life? Or would you rather become like that thing and force me to destroy you?
Pyrrha: I... I...
Jaune: Listen to me. If I don't do this now, you're going to die, so squeeze that hand. I'll make this quick.
Pyrrha, still sobbing, tears running from her eyes and snot dripping from her nose, just nodded. Jaune grabbed the end of one of his belts and yanked it free of his body. He kept his eyes on the creeping infection as he used his one good hand, and his teeth, to loop the belt just above Pyrrha's knee. She whimpered as he pulled it so tight that it made her aura flare.
Jaune: Now squeeze that hand.
Pyrrha screwed her eyes shut and clasped the cybernetic hand between hers. The revving of the chainsaw made her flinch, and a second later she howled. Jaune ground his teeth together as he forced the blade of the saw through her aura, and into her pale flesh. The corruption was only a couple of inches below her knee. He had to work fast.
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Sweet
It was warm in the kitchen, standing in the sunlight with his sleeves rolled up, constantly having to pull hair out of his mouth (“god, Draco—“), stirring and stirring, licking sticky fingers clean (“god, Draco!”) and laughing, and laughing, and laughing. Draco’s neck was smeared with something red and sweet. How’d he get jam all the way—leaning back against the counter, cheeks flushed bright.
“What?”
Harry couldn’t help pushing closer. “You what.”
“You’re staring,” said Draco, one sticky finger trailing down Harry’s nose. “What?”
At the laughing, but he was laughing too. Harry shook his head, rolled his eyes, tried to swallow it, this gushing feeling. “Nothing. You look nice in my apron.”
He did. Very nice, even. Nothing but boxers and the apron, like a totally sane person, like someone who wasn’t trying to drive Harry out of his mind. Didn’t bring anything with him: didn’t plan on staying the night. Harry was happy enough to share. He’d share anything, if Draco asked—his jam and his mornings, his whole weekend, his entire wardrobe. It must have shown on his face, because Draco smiled, pinched his cheek.
“I look good in anything.”
“Cocky bastard,” huffed Harry, who agreed. “C’mere. Taste.”
He blew over the wooden spoon long enough that Draco lost his patience. “Give it here,” with a sigh, but his hand on Harry’s back, fingertips kissing their way up his shoulder blade, settling on the base of his neck. “Mm. It’s delicious.”
“Yeah?” Simmering inside him, hotter than the pot on the stovetop.
“Yes. More.” Draco leaned his head back, opened his mouth. Trusting. Demanding. Harry couldn’t tell what this all meant, the warm-sticky jumble in his chest, didn’t care too much to explain it. Grabbed Draco’s face and brought it up close, only to lick a wide stripe right across it.
“Ugh! Potter, you arse!”
He winked, stirred his attention back to the jam. A couple more minutes. Just a couple more, and then he’d turn off the hob, get on with it. Just a little more of this first.
Draco cocked his head, chewing his lip. “Next time, let’s do raspberry.”
His eyes shone so bright in the sunlight. Their gaze heavy, sticky-sweet on his skin, tingling on his lips. Harry was still so new at this. Didn’t know how to say, I’ll make anything you want. I’ll give you anything, anything at all, just stay, a couple more minutes. Instead he sighed, bone-deep, and rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder.
“Next time?”
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m coming next week. Every week, if you keep making these.” Draco turned his head, lip pouting in question. “If that’s all right? Do you—ow, fuck!”
Probably referring to how hard Harry’s grabbed him, but he couldn’t let go. Tutted away the half-words and broken syllables on his tongue, leaned forward, nose-to-nose.
“Potter?”
“Yes. Come next week. Come every week.” Panting, head spinning with it. “Never bring clothes, for all I care.”
Draco laughed, blinked a little too fast. “Wanker.” Kissed a spot right under his ear. “You’re due for a wash, darling. Who knew making jam could be such a… sticky business.”
“Soon,” Harry rasped, “I’ll go soon.” It was warm in the kitchen, and so bright, the smell of strawberries so sweet he felt faint. Or maybe it was this, Draco’s breath on his face, holding close, holding tight. Just a couple more minutes—and then some more. And maybe next week, and all the weeks after.
Felt warm in his chest, as well. Felt sweet. A whole pot of it, simmering away happily.
A little end-of-the-year present to my darling @academicdisasterfic. Rooney, you are, quite literally, the sweetest thing in this whole entire world: you make everything so bright. I admire you so much, and love you, with my whole heart.
#drarry fic#600 words#soft#end of the year wishes#to you all i wish: sweetness. like a little pool of warmth to dip into#that you find it in your heart and open up to it#stick your tongue out! revel!#and rooney - i wish us all so much rooney#and to you my love i wish joy. happiness. safety and calm. i wish all the love you'd like#love love love love#rockingrobin69
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