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halfagone · 1 year ago

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Challenge! 20 Questions for Writers

Thank you both @oliveofvanders and @tathartiel for tagging me!! I don't know what the 20 questions are, but I'll try to work from Tathy's responses. XD

How many works do you have on Ao3?

Technically my Ao3 page says 88, but I personally count it as 87, since I became a co-author post-publishing to add a work into a series. It's complicated, alright?

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

Oh gosh, don't hate me for this- Right now my total stands at 1,936,874 words... Yeah. I may be just a smidge unhinged...

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now I currently write for the DPxDC crossover, although I'm hoping to branch out into DP-only, DC-only, and other crossover works!! I used to write for another fandom, but I've long since left that one behind.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No. 1 goes to lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood with a whopping 14,759 kudos. It is currently 92 chapters long, I am working on chapter 93, and it is projected to finish at 150 chapters.

No. 2 goes to Two For One Special at 8,349 kudos!! It's a short one-shot, very light-hearted with Danny and Clark being mistaken as two Waynes.

No. 3 goes to what was lost, found again with 7,090 kudos. This story follows more introspection and character exploration, and we get to see a softer side of what things could be if Jason came home after being resurrected. It's 5 chapters long, already completed if you want to check it out!

No. 4 goes to Eldritch Toddler with 7,031 kudos, so a very close runner-up to No. 3. This is another one-shot for DPxDC crossover week (which will be reoccur this year, although sadly I'm not sure if I'll be able to write for it this time), and it's a little wild and goofy but I overall I tried for fluffy family feels.

We wrap up with No. 5, Off With [the Demon's] Head at 5,492 kudos!! It is currently 15 chapters long, who knows when it'll be done. Danny is Damian's older brother, with mommy and daddy issues a-plenty, and he's sorta kinda Ellie's father? It's complicated and I like to hurt the blorbos.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I definitely try to!! I am very behind on them unfortunately, but I try to respond when I have the spoons and time to. It'll be slow going to catch up to them all, but I try to give them the credit they deserve. <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh this one's hard... I tend to write a lot of angst, after all. Hmmm... I think I'll give this one to On a scale from 1-10, how would you rate your pain? just because that fic is so depressing and then I end it with a cliffhanger, so you don't get very much relief from the angst.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ah... I think this one does go to what was lost, found again just because of the catharsis for the journey. There's plenty of angst and hard feelings in that fic, but I really loved being able to write that epilogue from Damian's POV and seeing so many people love it too.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some pretty rude comments, but I think I've only gotten outright hate one time. That comment has since been reported and deleted. There are many comments that seem to take a bad faith reading on the entire chapter, and then kinda go on a tangent about it? It's very strange to see but thankfully I have plenty of other wonderful readers who make up for it.

9. Do you write smut fic? If so, what kind?

Technically no. I've written some more mature fics, but I doubt I'll ever go for full-blown smut. And I'd like to keep it that way, thanks...

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written?

Oh boy do I write crossovers. Majority of my fics are crossovers now actually. lol lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood does take this cake once again, because it started off as a few responses to a Tumblr prompt, and then it became interconnected one-shots and back then I had planned out at least 20 chapters, and here we are now.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe so, and I really, really hope not.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have co-written a fic!! It's called Born to Make History and I write it with my lovely friend @nightshiftshenanigans. I do have some more plans for co-written fic and hopefully one day soon I'll get to unveil them. ;3

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh... that's hard... I don't think I have one all-time favorite? I guess Tim Drake/Danny Fenton would be the closest, since it's the ship I've written the most for. Much like Tathy, I really adore Danny Fenton/Valerie Gray, they are my canon babies. <333

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably weekend wonders. I have plenty of ideas for the fic, the problem is I have so many other WIPs that came as a higher priority that I don't know when this one will get to update. It's only meant to have 15 chapters, but other things get in the way.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm, now that's a hard one. I do enjoy writing many things, especially worldbuilding, but I think introspection and character study would probably be the top ones up there. It's always been very important to me to show a character's reasoning and motivations. Even if you don't relate to it, even if their reasoning is inherently baseless, it is always good to see that people do things for a reason even if it's a stupid one.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am so bad at dialogue it physically pains me. TAT Occasionally I'll get scenes and bits of dialogue I am absolutely in love with but otherwise it's just- It's not my strong suit for sure. lol In other news, I get pretty good at monologues, though!! XD

17. First Fandom you wrote for?

Tower of God, Korean Manhwa from Webtoon. It's so freaking long and so freaking good, but I have sadly since left it (and the fandom at large) behind. :'(

18. Favorite Fic you've written?

I bounce between favorites, but my current one would probably be this is me trying. It is a birthday fic for a wonderful friend of mine, @disillusioneddanny but the idea itself has been something I've wanted to explore for a long time, and I am so proud that I could give them a gift they could enjoy.

Apologies if you get tagged twice here: @die-erlkonigin6083, @chromatographic, and @theredshirtsarecoming!! (You ain't getting out of this that easily, zia!! MUAHAHAH) No pressure if you're not up for it, but in case you were interested~ Have at it!!

#tag game

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fruitpunchjollyrancher · 11 months ago

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my shitty treatise on "ants from up there" and gale dekarios

this is the gale album of all time. and i WILL elaborate. (also warning im only posting this because i have been obsessed with this fucking album and gale for a WEEK and need it out of my brain. im probably not going to explain too many lyrics and i get nervous expressing my ideas because tbf to me it seems quite obvious but ofc i can explain, assuming anybody reads this post)

"Concorde" immediately stood out to me like oh this is so gale. i dont even think i need to explain how gale this is. the rest of the song is super gale too, i just don't want to include screenshots of the entire song

"Bread Song" has a LOT of worship imagery and also below alluding to appearing fine but rlly inside he is not well <3

oh my god. "Good Will Hunting". the mentorship but also wanting her to depend on him a little but it's unfeasible, weaving a whole life in his head that can never be because mystra will never see him as an equal... also the pre-chorus 👍 i am so well

"Haldern"... i literally dont know how to explain my feelings about this song in relation to gale pls someone tell me u see the vision

"The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" is more headcanon/my interpretation but im just gonna focus on the parts that i think everyone can agree on. first 2 lines arent super applicable to mystra but ig i can rationalize it as her being detached from the world/not rlly participating (i.e. why didnt mystra just stop the absolute herself (im aware its because ao doesn't like it when they meddle, im smoking that true forgotten realms pack trust me)). but the MAIN part of this song that is so gale to me is the vines breaking bones, bones heal, our school friends sign our cast on the playground, my body is yours. like holy shit being a chosen of mystra is a huge fucking deal and despite the pain it can cause (that he doesnt even notice because "tied me up slow with your vine stuff / it takes a few years") but it's definitely encouraged among wizards/mages in any circles he was in and by elminster ("we tell all our school friends / and they sign our cast in the playground"), then of course the last line breaks my heart. rest of the song is also rlly fucking good please listen to this album.

"Snow Globes" has more religious imagery but tbh i dont know precisely how i feel about it in relation to gale so im just gonna skip it

"Basketball Shoes" shows a more hopeful future but still #suffering because thats just how it is. concorde being mystra/his relationship to her tears his life to shreds, defines his life, leaving him with nothing. keeps seeing her everywhere (wizard stuff, his damn earring, he's always saying "by mystra" like bro you're intersecting at the market town on purpose atp (i get it)). i interpret the part after that line break (idk why genius doesnt just say its a different verse, don't quote me on this idk anything about music theory) as post-game where he's still Not Great but it's better and moving on, there is a future. doesn't look to mystra anymore (throughout album especially in good will hunting and bread song the s/o is mentioned through headphones, wifi passwords, phone calls, so "never look at our phones anymore" means he isn't thinking of her anymore or trying to curry her favor).

alsoooo should mention that i didn't include the part of "The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" that mentions a lunch metaphor in relation to panic attacks and possible cheating so the "feelin kinda normal with a packed lunch" is doubly meaningful, he isn't freaking out while making lunch anymore

this verse is tav (or whoever u romance as gale origin idgaf)/gale as he is trying to find a new object of devotion in his romance. "the clamp" could be many things, from reminders of mystra to all his perceived inadequacies to lost opportunity to become a god w/ the crown of karsus.

third section of the song im kind of undecided on w/ gale like we got the religious imagery again, could interpret "generous loan/crippling interest" as mystra's deal for him to return the crown of karsus in exchange for no orb. but yea idk yet

and that is the entire album (- chaos space marine, i didn't really think of anything related to gale when listening to it but it's still a great song, PLEASE listen to this album). so yeah if im horribly wrong on any of my takes be sure to send me hatemail k thanks bye

#to be fair i can't tell how much of this is me projecting onto gale #me 🤝 gale #pretentious ambitious probably autistic nerds who love with unspeakable devotion #anyways #gale dekarios #bg3 #Spotify #apologies for the first incarnation of this post #where i did not know how to add the “keep reading” thing #im new here ok

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daemonoferror · 2 years ago

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5 songs

**Share 5 songs relating to your current WIPs

**If you don't have a wip, you can share what you like about your top 5!

I was tagged by @cymatile thank you so so much!! This was fun!

1. Oublaire- Infinite

"Sky-Blue eyes, taking the world by storm,

searching for something out there for him to call his own,

he's lost in a day dream, fueled by pain,

an unkept promise to his name,

his heart racing in ways he never thought he'd know"

Reese fluff request. I have an entire playlist of just soft songs to inspire me to write fluff lmao. I'm not very good at it- I also have a reese playlist. It's like. 6 songs long

2. Bayside- I've Been Dead All Day

"Well I've been dead all day,

Could you tell?

Could you tell?"

This was the only song I listened to for the first 2 chapters of Asgard's Bard. Now I am very sick of it. But yeah. Reader HAD in fact been dead all day! I thought it was so perfect. I took creating a playlist for that fic really seriously. Like. It's privated because I thought it could spoil the story. Lmao-

And now just reading these lyrics makes me violent.

3. Mother Mother- It's Alright

"I'm not okay,

I got a baseball bat beside my bed,

To fight off what inside my head,

To fight off what's behind my meds,

I'm lonely, lost in pain"

Mother Mother and Penelope Scott are the anthems for this WIP. It's a zombie apocalypse story I started and abandoned (momentarily) about a year ago. It stars that dude in my profile pic. His name is Jesse, he's kinda fucked up. He's paranoid and wants to be left alone.

4. Egg- Cynical Fairytale

"Mother knows best,

She tells me not to worry,

Just wait a couple years and love will find me in a hurry,

But honestly it's looking like the odds are pretty slim

Given that Flynn Rider's out there, I'd probably reject him"

Okay the last 2 are just songs for my main WIP "Solura Canyon". I know this song is like, Rapunzel inspired, but it fits this character so well. She's an aro/ace princess in a kingdom blessed by a goddess of love. Soulmates and a healthy relationship are a sort of "status symbol" thing in the kingdom, so her parents really want her to find her soulmate. Who doesn't fucking exist.

5. Ricky Montgomery- Snow

"When I go, bury me 6 feet in snow"

The princess, Mina, almost dies of hypothermia in the snow. That's it that's the reasoning.

(Also I guess like. "Skeletons, skeletons" relating to her parents keeping secrets, and "'I'm ready' she says as she put on her shoes" being about her running away from home to get answers from a goddess- but its mostly the snow thing.)

I tag @moonstruck-stormy and you! Yes, you, reading this! Unless you don't want to.

#ayyy i nearly let this rot in my drafts #fucking hate explaining my WIPS to people

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goldentsum · 4 years ago

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━ submissives and overstimulation

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, and kirishima eijirou

GENRE: smut

TAGS: overstimulation (male receiving), slight bdsm, oral, penetration, pegging, submissive males

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my first bnha fic please-! i missed bnha so i rewatched a couple of eps of s4 and i got an idea-- a sinful one anyway-

━ bakugou ♡

surprisingly submissive. you both know he can throw you off him if he wants to but bakugou lives for the dominance that oozes out of you.

a kinky piece of shit

in the moment, he has absolutely no filter and is a fucking brat about it, hips jerking and moans loud as fuck that after you two finish, his voice is all scratchy and raw.

but when you two are finished, he will get all embarrassed and angry if you comment about it like he wasn’t the one humping you like a dog.

overstimulating katsuki is always so fun!

bakugou growls whenever you two do something sexual but after a bit, it slowly turns into broken whimpers and you take pride on that.

his voice is just so fucking heavenly, his dick heavy in your mouth, and he taste absolutely delicious.

one of the reasons you love giving him head is his cum. his cum just taste so amazing. there’s a hint of sweetness to it that gets you hooked and keeps you wanting more.

so when it’s the 3rd time he came in your mouth, his voice is all raspy and raw and his body jerking nonstop but did you stop? nope.

he’s too fun to tease to stop~

“f-fuck, (y/n)! don’t... s-stop--!” bakugou gasping through his 3rd orgasm for the night, body all sweaty and sensitive, as he felt you swirling your tongue around his dick’s sensitive head.

you let of his cock for a moment, a lewd pop echoing in the room along with bakugou’s heavy pants. you smirked up at him, your hand encasing around his spent cock and rubbed him softly. it gained you a broken groan and a full on shudder, hips not knowing whether to lean away from your touch or thrust into your hand.

“do you really want to stop, katsuki?” you asked, taking the reddening head of his dick into your mouth and licking around it gently but even that was too much for bakugou

“j-just-- let me breathe a second... geez, woman--” he groaned out and sighed in relief when he felt you stop though you didn’t remove him from your mouth. bakugou closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm his rapid heart. but then he felt a harsh suck making his eyes snap open in surprise and sensitivity and looked down at you with wide blown red eyes.

“s-shit” his eyes rolled back to his head when you started taking more of him, your pace getting faster with each moment.

guess he just has to cum again, not that he’s really complaining.

━ todoroki ♡

todoroki is a brat. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. but seriously though, he really is. he likes getting on your nerves and testing you and your patience as he tries out different things to get you to punish him. oomf--

he likes seeing you angry and getting punishments. his favorite is over-stimulation and orgasm denial, either is fine but over-stimulation has a special place in his heart~

he is a masochist. periodt.

you don’t really like hurting him or call him degrading names cus you just wanna love him and kiss every inch of his body but shouto has different plans from you.

and as time pass, you kinda got used to it but never really full on be dominant and sadistic on him.

so when you snapped one day, it lowkey scared him but damn, the punishment was amazing. 100000/10 todoroki will repeat again.

ngl though, shouto loves your aftercare more than any kinky shit you two tried. even if his masochistic side just wants you to leave him aching and covered with cum and sweat as he feels so worthless like a used sex doll, your aftercare was everything.

it grew on you too, seeing him all bruised up and messy with cum and all sort of fluids raised a sick obsession in you.

just imagining the big powerful pro-hero tied up in your bed and letting you do anything to him was making you horny.

bratty masochist! todoroki is one hell of a ride. literally.

ragged breaths escaped you as you stared down at the male beneath you. todoroki moaning at the pleasure, his hips trying to match yours but it was a little difficult with all the restrains you have on him. the burning ache on his wrists and arms being tied to the bedpost for who knows how long as the build up for his 4th orgasm made him dizzy.

you bounced on his lap, feeling his large cock twitching inside you as it threatened to fill you up once again with his thick cum. over the haze of pleasure, you continued to watch your boyfriend get lost in the pleasure with his mouth open as a thin line of spit trailed down to his chin.

growling when you felt him cum again as you ride him through his 4th orgasm, letting your hands fall down to his bruised chest and scratched him, leaving angry red lines on his marked up torso.

todoroki groaned at the pain, hips frantically thrusting up to you and letting the overwhelming pleasure flood his entire body. broken moans and curses escaped the man when your thrust didn’t faltered even after his orgasm.

“if you think we’re finish here then you’re absolutely wrong, you fucking whore. we’re only gonna stop if you make me cum, got that. you’re nothing more than a useless fuck toy.” you spat out, gripping his chin to make him look at you. todoroki’s half-lidded and fucked out eyes stared at you, letting out moans in between words.

“yes-... u-use me more, m-mistress--”

━ midoriya ♡

this boy is one whiny mofo-- goodluck

midoriya may seem innocent but do not be fooled, he’s a sinful one. he may act all cute and stuff like that but when you two are alone, he will jump your bones like it’s no one’s business.

he completely trusts you so you two try all sorts of kinks even if the other is unsure. it’s not gonna hurt to try.

one kink he never knew he’ll have is pegging and you’re damn good at it. midoriya just can’t believe how well you just swirl your hips around making the dildo hit every spot in his walls that makes him see stars.

he’s really not afraid to be vocal and try all sort of things so sex is verryyy interesting.

everytime you fuck midoriya into oblivion with a strap on, expect him to cum multiple times until he can’t anymore. he’s super sensitive too so yeah.

midoriya cries when he’s sensitive but goddamn he looks so pretty like that.

tears spilling down his freckled cheeks, his lips swollen, and his muscles contracting from the immense pleasure you keep giving him.

he’s a greedy man though, even if he came multiple times he still gets soooo needy. loving the pain over-stimulation comes with.

you love seeing the number one hero putty in your hands~

sounds of skin slapping and midoriya’s loud moans filled the room, your tiring hips started to get slower making the man beneath you whine at the decreasing pleasure. you clicked your tongue at that, stopping completely and leaned closer to midoriya, your chest pressed against his strong back while he heave heavy breaths.

“s-sweets.. please m-move” he whined, grinding his ass to your strap-on and arched his back as he tried to get you to continue while he leaned against the pillow next to his head. his cock hanging between his thick thighs, cum spilling down his skin and to the blankets beneath him. he was still hard like he just didn’t cum 3 times already.

you bit the broken skin on his neck as midoriya moaned at your sharp teeth sinking into his skin and arched his back even more, grasping the blankets.

“good boys should take what they are given. no asking for more or less.” you said, hands moving to his chest as you thumb his nipples making him jerk his hips back and a hoarse moan escaping him.

you started to move your hips again while one of your hands went to his thick cock, pumping him with the same pace as your thrusts, and midoriya’s eyes rolled back to his head, loud broken moans escaping him.

you leaned away and pushed his head against the pillows, muffling his screams as you quicken your thrust. the strap-on hitting his prostate head on.

“let’s see how many times you can cum before you pass out, izu~”

━ kirishima ♡

red riot is a switch but leaning more into the dom side but this sweet boy loves getting praises and lives to please you. he will do everything in his power to make you satisfied and know that you are contented.

even when subbing, there’s still a hint of dominance to him. but! if you overstimulate him, his mind just melts and all thoughts and rationality flies out the window.

his reactions are also so fucking yummy~ teeth gritting together, sharp inhales, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and hands gripping the covers of your bed as his quirk threatening to activate and just tear through the cloth.

i said it once and i’ll say it again, kirishima lives for praises.

so please praise him.

he’s also soooo sensitive. because when he was a teenage, he barely touched himself with how hectic UA was but when he finally had time and you came along, his libido just skyrocketed!

at first, he cums way to early but do not fret, kiri will never never leave you unsatisfied.

his oral techniques are top tier. you can’t change my mind.

kirishima also is pretty quiet with just loud grunts and groans but when he already came multiple times, he really goes feral.

he keeps on chasing the pleasure even though it probably hurts with all the sensitivity he’s feeling.

his moans are broken and it only gets louder at that point.

“baby girl, ahh- fuck--! you feel so good-” kirishima groans out, mouth open and showing those sharp teeth of his that you oddly had some weird fixation with. you looked at his lips, it was red and tender, as his teeth peaked out. you rolled your hips when you heard his small whine as your hand went to his mouth. shoving two fingers in his mouth, playing with his tongue that eagerly met your fingers.

feeling his cock twitch inside you, you smirked down at the fucked out expression the man was giving you. you pressed down to his throat making him gag but his thrust never faltered and only quicken at your action.

“you look so fucking amazing, eijirou~”

at your praise, his hips jerked and a loud moan followed it, a bit muffled by your fingers. riding him, you moaned at the pleasure he gave you as kirishima’s thick cock nudged your g-spot.

the red-haired male groaned loudly around your fingers when he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls tight and warm as you rip an unexpected orgasm from him.

hips jerking wildly when he suddenly came, pleasure coursing through his veins. a pathetic whimper escaping him when you continued to ride him. the sensitivity brought tears to his eyes but he didn’t stop you, body jerking when pain and pleasure hit him.

“i wanna see you cum again, ei~”

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inkwell-intrigues · 2 years ago

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Hi hope you having a good day/night! I really like your novel so far! I’m on chapter 9 rn and I’m curious about Ginette.

I think she’s so interesting! I’m not completely up to date on the most recent chapters so far but I’d like to know about her backstory. From what I’ve seen so far a lot of her thoughts and journal entries revolve around the brothers and elder kettle, and other male characters.

There’s no problem with her being a maternal person, but can we see some more monologue about herself? Something like how she lost her soul, her time studying medicine, idk. Especially with how she’s so self-concerned during the experiments. What if she goes to terrible lengths to avoid feelings of guilt or responsibility for others suffering? That’s a really interesting character, to me at least, I would LOVE to see that!

Anyway maybe there’s an aspect of her I haven’t seen yet and I’m wrong about this. bye!

Heyo! Thank you so much for askin’! I’m a huge nerd who loves character analyzation and these types of questions, so thanks for the question.

As for Ginette, you guys will learn her backstory soon. See, she really REALLY doesn’t like talking about it, hence why she focuses on the other characters in her journal entires/logs/etc. Gin doesn’t allow herself to think about her past ‘cause it’s too painful for her.

And while true, her entries do revolve around male characters, that’s mainly because 95% of the characters in Cuphead are male. 🤣 Like, if they were all girls, her focusing on them in her journal wouldn’t change. It’s not really about the gender and mainly about the fact that she’s been assigned to experiment on these people and so she writes about them/the guilt surrounding her interactions with them. (Totally get the concern though about her legit only being focused on the male characters. I’m a girl myself, so I 100% get it. Female characters having little to no agency is one of my biggest pet peeves in media.)

But, yes! You will learn about her backstory in great detail sooner rather then later. It’s just about Gin finally being comfortable enough to reveal it. ;) Her alcoholism (which is also her way of avoiding her own feelings of guilt) stemmed from her wanting to forget it, so facing it is no easy task.

I’m so SO glad y’all love her. Like dang, I didn’t expect everyone to adore Ginette. One of the main reasons I wrote her into the story cause I personally wanted to give a gal a chance to shine, then as I thought about her, her character-arc kinda just came to me. She’s very special/close to my heart and I’m glad to see her getting all the love in the world! <3

Thank you for the question! Feel free to ask me anything! I love nerding out about this stuff.

#anon ask #cuphead ask #ask me literally anything #cuphead

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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago

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Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here!

A/N: not superhero themed. I just read midnight sun and had this idea and I don’t feel like making another blog so.... hope you like twilight lol

There will be a part two, and just a reminder, I’m still looking for beta readers so DM if you’re interested!

* It probably starts with you reading midnight sun, you remember reading the books/watching the movies when you were younger.

* Man, you really forgot how bad this book was. The writing itself is good, but the plot...

* It’s like everything revolves around Bella, everything is created for her.

* You almost feel bad for the other characters

* Well, whatever, you’ll finish the rest of the book tomorrow and never think about that awful franchise again.

* When you wake up you feel an ache in your head. But you didn’t drink last night, maybe you’re dehydrated

* You shift, noting the smooth silk of the covers. Now you’re alarmed.

* You don’t have silk sheets

* You see a mirror in the corner of the room, and rush over

* The face that looks back at you is different then yours

* It’s the same in some ways, but different all the same

* The curve of your nose is slightly off, your lips are thinner, eyes a little closer together.

* The memories begin to flood in, in this world you were on a graduation trip with your parents, you got an all inclusive package. Three days of sightseeing in Volterra.

* You got sick on the last day, when you were signed for a tour of the castle, your parents went without you

* That was the last you saw of them

* You dumbly followed, asking question where you shouldn’t. And ended up at the volturi’s door

* Aro had grasped your hand to see how much you knew, only too see nothing. Likewise Jane’s powers did not work as well

* They were astounded by this, it appears this was several years before Bella was introduced to the story

* And so, you became a prisoner of the tower

* Your soul must have been in this body for quite some time, but you’ve only remembered now, that’s the only explanation for why their powers didn’t work on you. Your consciousness is not of this world.

* There’s a short knock on your door

* “Are you decent?”

* You call back and Alec pops his head in.

* “Ready to go to the library?”

* He looks so kind. The boyish grin that stretched across his face as you shook your head.

* It was in direct contrast to the sadistic personality you had become accustomed to in the books

* “I need a few more minutes”

* You half expect him to lash out at you for being slow. By he only nods, closing the door and waiting outside for you to finish.

* He was you friend. You realized

* He IS your friend

* You think back as you turn on the faucet. He didn’t like you at first, being assigned to guard a human was insulting

* But he started to warm up to you once he heard you play the piano

* This body was quite used to the ivory keys. And so you charmed him as best you could, half for your survival, because the happier you kept him the less likely he was to kill you.

* And half because- you were so lonely, the Loneliness echoed in this body like an ache. Suddenly an orphan, in a continent where you knew no one. All you had was this boy.

* How long have you been here? You kept a talley at one point, but abandoned it after the thirtieth day. What was the point? You would either die or become one of them

* A shiver erupts through at the thought, in your past life you were a vegetarian, you didn’t relish in the idea of killing something alive and moving.

* You pull on a sweatshirt, ripping of the chanel tag. They bought you the nicest things money could buy, the most lavish food you could have.

* They did the same thing with the tourists they lured, keeping them happy and well fed, the same way the cows that became wagyu beef might be cared for. That way when it came time to slaughter, the meal was that much more delicious.

* You suspected this was similar, that should you be an unnecessary addition, you would make a meal suitable for their palette

* Alec basically talks your ear off the entire way to the Volturi library, mostly about literature

* “What are your thoughts on Anna Kerenina?”

* “That the patriarchy needs to be burned to the ground.”

* “That is.... valid”

* He even talks when you’re at the library, much to the annoyance of a few of the other patrons

* “Which book are you looking for now?”

* You stop mid motion on the ladder and turn to look at him. His ruby eyes glowing, he looks bloated. Like he’s fed too much.

* “Alec, why are we friends?”

* You really should keep your mouth shut. Alec was the only real ally you had, you shouldn’t say anything that might put him off

* And yet, it unnerved you, because the Alec in front of you was a very different character then the one you had come to see.

* He looks at you like you hung the moon,

* “Because you’re the most interesting human in the world”

* You burst out laughing, earning several glares.

* “I-I’m sorry Alec, but I’m not, I’m just the most interesting human you KNOW, there’s way more people who are more interesting than me.”

* You expect to see him offended, and he does, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes

* “I’m not so sure about that”

* The days creep by, reading books, eating snacks, it’s nice

* You learn, that Alec hasn’t talked to a human in a very long time. Outside of the screams he heard after devouring one.

* He hasn’t been outside the castle walls in many years, possibly a century.

* “What’s the best part of the human world?” He asked you once

* It’s the 90’s, so smartphones haven’t been invented yet.

* “One tree hill and friends”

* “Well you have a friend right here”

* “No friends the show”

* “The what?”

* And that’s how you got Alec hooked onto cable television

* Who knew the cure to vampire- sadism was a healthy dose of Jennifer Aniston fumbling about on screen

* “Is this what life is like?”

* You shrug, it was what college had been like for you in your past life.

* “It’s kinda what schools like, but i never got to be on my own”

* This body was only 18 after all.

* Alec doesn’t say anything, but his expression falters

* Alec’s only now starting to understand the life you will be denied once Aro decides when to turn you

* Jane joins later

* One day when you and Alec are lazing around the library when she appears, she says nothing, just sits down next to Alec and reads a book

* You’re sure they hear the uneven thumping of your heart as you turn back to your book. Her power doesn’t work on you, you remind yourself

* Not that she even needs it, she could snap you apart like a Kit Kat bar

* And if it came down to it, you’re sure Alec would let her, he might like you but his loyalty’s always remained with his sister

* “So... you watch human television together?” Her bright red eyes flickered from Alec to you.

* You nodded, never sure what exactly it was that would set Jane off

* You had seen enough in the books to know her moods were compatible at best.

* “I would...like to join” she awkwardly looking away, and you were sure if she could, she would be blushing.

* Honestly it’s kind of cute.

* “Sure, the more the merrier”

* And that’s how you basically adopted the sadist twins

* It’s a little harder to get Jane to open up, but once you make a comment about how Phoebe was the best character in friends, she starts to open up

* “Humans are cruel, even when they’re kind it’s only because they want something from you.”

* “Is that what you think about me? That I’m only nice to you because I want something?” she meets your eyes for a few minutes before turning away

* “I’m not sure”

* You understand very gradually why they’re so twisted

* They’d been treated terribly during their human life, in every kind act lingered a dark shadow, in even minor misunderstanding the image of a monster

* Their centuries in the Volturi didn’t help. Under Aro’s ruthless tutelage, and Caius’s sadistic tendencies, They had no one they could trust but each other.

* They were only surviving just as you were

* “Sometimes I wonder how much of my loyalty is real, and how much of it is Chelsea.” She whispers one day, so quietly you barley hear it

* You rest your hand on hers, it’s the only comfort you could think to offer

* When Jane grasps your hand in hers, she breaks every bone in your hand

* She doesn’t understand the pained screams or your mangled hand fit a second, and then she realizes what she did

* Alarmed she carries you halfway around the castle screeching for someone to help

* You pass out from the pain, when you come to you’re in your bed, a very cold hand holding your own

* “How are you feeling?” You don’t recognize this vampire, but you don’t really know anyone outside of Alec and Jane.

* You feel light headed, a warm feeling washing over you, you must be on some strong drugs

* “My body’s still grieving, but my mind is sharp.”

* It’s incoherent at best, but there’s truth to it, your body is still grieving for your parents and the life you’ve lost, but your otherworldly mind is ten steps ahead, cross referencing every action.

* The man offers a short chuckle

* “You really did a number on your hand. I’ve done what I can but...”

* You look down to your hand, half surprised by the bright yellow cast encasing it

* You had figured you would wake up to be a vampire, it just made sense, these were unfamiliar human aches to them after all and vampirism was a simple and effective cure

* They must want something from you, if they’re keeping you human

* You suspect it’s something along the lines of how they waited until Jane and Alec were burning at the stake to save them, so their power would be that much more potent

* Maybe they’re doing the opposite with you, trying to make you as happy as possible to see what effect it has on your ability

* It’s too bad you don’t have one

* “Thank you for your hard work.” You mumble, being human for a little bit longer is well worth the pain.

* “How did you break your hand?”

* “I held Janes’ hand”

* Your doctor let’s out a short laugh

* “That sounds about right”

* You smile, it does sound right, of course you would break your hand that way

* The conversation flows naturally after that, you talk about all sorts of things

* “You think vampires have souls?” He quirks an eyebrow

* “I’m of the opinion that a soul is something you create through hardship and struggle, being able to live longer means that you have more opportunities to have the experiences that result in a soul”

* “That’s an intriguing notion, I wish I had brought my son with me.”

* You’re about to ask about his son, when you’re interrupted by the door swimming open

* “I heard you were awake, are you alright?” Alec rushes in, his eyes frantic

* “Yeah these drugs are top notch” you press the button that releases the pain killers and let out a giggle

* “Is that alright? Humans are awfully sensitive.” Jane pipes up from behind Alec, you hadn’t noticed her in your haze.

* Your doctor chuckles

* “I’m aware,” he’s smiling but it’s strained

* “What’s wrong?” You ask, he was so calm until a second ago, he doesn’t answer you

* “I’ll give you three a moment.”

* You only register he’s gone when you hear the door close

* The twins rush over to you, Jane is kneeled by your side, while Alec hovers over you

* “I-I’m sorry I hurt you, I forgot-I didn’t remember.” You we’re sure Jane would be crying if she could

* “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” You raise your cast encased hand and give her a gentle pat on the head. “From now on, physical signs of affection will just be one sided.” You joke, which makes Jane grin

* “I’ll practice with some animals before I try touching you again”

* The three of you chat for a bit, they’re both surprised by your cast and ask several questions about its “primary function”

* “I didn’t know there was a doctor here” you murmur, feeling drowsy

* “Carlisle’s not with the Volturi, he’s from another coven in the new world.”

* Your drowsiness flies away in a second

* “That was Carlisle?”

* Jane looks somewhat confused but nods.

* A flutter of hope erupts in your chest, it’s so strong even your grief stricken body feels it

* You might have a chance. It’s slim, Carlisle has a family he loves and needs to protect. But still, they were strangers once too. No different than you.

* It’s a way out of here

* The next few days follow in a drugged haze, Alec and Jane visit every so often, and Carlisle engages you in occasional conversation while checking progress on your hand

* “Why are your eyes gold?” You know, but well, you need him to believe the lie

* “It’s a bit of a long story” he says with a wary smile.

* “I’m not going anywhere”

* He sighs, a genuine smile encompassing his face as he recounts the tale.

* Even though you’ve already heard it all before, it still makes you cry

* Even in the haze, you know something’s.... off

* There’s something about the way Alec won’t meet your eyes when he talks to you, and the uneasy weight that lingers in the air whenever someone else is in the room

* On the third day, it’s Aro who visits you, Alec and Carlisle in tow behind him.

* “Oh my, all that internal bleeding, how awful”

* Even you can feel the insincerity, but it’s the first you heard about internal bleeding

* So that explains it, the drugs and the aches all along your body, it wasn’t just your hand, you were dying

* “Don’t worry, we’ll save you” Aro’s smile is cruel “won’t we Alec?”

* Alec looks afraid, almost pained, but he nods

* Ah, so this was punishment for Alec too. Until that moment, when Jane broke your hand, Aro must have been ignorant to how close the three of you had gotten.

* You close your eyes, you knew this would happen eventually. There were only two ending to this story, and it seemed one had finally been picked

* You feel a pinch on your neck, right above your collar bone, no worse than a flue shot.

* You wait for the pain, the vivid screams you remember from the books and movies, but it never comes.

* Instead it’s just a warm numbness that spreads across your neck and left shoulder.

* “It doesn’t hurt” you murmur, you feel a cold hand rest against your forehead, Alex’s hand.

* It’s so gentle, he must have practiced on some animals first, you think.

* “No the pain comes later.”

* And so you drift into inky black unconsciousness, the last sleep of your human life in this world.

* You dream that you’re sitting at the bottom of a tree, a fig tree, like the one Sylvia Plath wrote about

* Each fig a different path, half of them have already fallen off, dark, as they rot at your feet

* “How do you do it?”

* You look to your side and find the person who’s face you see in the mirror, they’re hugging their knees to their chest, dark circles under their eyes

* “How do I do what?” You ask, they bite their lip

* “How can you be so strong when you’ve just lost everything?”

* You see their eyes brim with tears, and you look away, to the tree that looks over you both

* “I don’t know” It’s the truth, you have an unfair advantage in this world, because you know all the secrets each person carries, while yours remain shrouded in darkness. And yet... it’s not why you persevere

* “All I do know, is that I want to give them hell”

* Your counterpart grins at that, and to your surprise, you feel a smile stretch out across your face

* Yeah, it’s not about power, you just want raise some hell in this backwards misogynistic world.

* “I guess that’s the one you’re picking then huh?” Your counterpart points to a fig, it’s on the tallest branch of the tree, so far out of reach it almost seems unobtainable

* But you only nod

* “Yeah, I think that’s the way I’m going to go”

* They look at you and smile.

* “If you ever get the chance, I hope you punch that jerk Aro right in the face”

* You laugh.

* When you finally awake, you’re still laughing. A smile etched onto your face.

* Everyone’s there, all looking at you with concerned glances.

* Yeah, you’re going to have a lot of fun in this world.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #Volturi headcanon #Alec imagine #edward cullen imagine #carlisle cullen #superhero--imagines

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Ronancetober Day 5

not ma best work, but oh well. this is part of my Apocalypse AU for stranger things :)

prompt: multiverse

5 multiverse

Ur moms a multiverse

Our nance and rob get chucked into alt dimension where their robin died, apocalypse au kinda, this world’s nance and rob were together since Szn 3 until a few years ago when robin was killed (time jump too because why not), two years after they lost the battle against vecna. Our rob and nance pop out five months after that, in this world, other Nancy is kinda dead, lost the will to live, still going on for something. She’s the only one who knows what happened when the mind flayer and vecna won, because she was the only one with the military and shit when the plan went horribly wrong

“Robin, Nancy, run!”

Both of them were already running, away from the glowing storm of ash and lightning that was rapidly approaching them.

Robin’s eyes glanced back at the storm, and she somehow ran faster. Nancy was right next to her, moving slower and slower.

“Nance, hurry!” She said, reaching a hand out for the other girl.

Nancy reached for her, and then the ground rumbled, knocking both of them to the ground.

When Robin’s vision cleared, she could see a gaping hole in the ground, the ash storm inside it. Nancy was hanging off the edge, scrabbling for a grip.

“Robin!” She wheezed out, and the blonde saw the vines wrapped around her neck and ribs, pulling her down.

She lunged for the other girl, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her up.

The storm below them got louder, almost like it was angry, and the vines jerked harder. Nancy cried out, and Robin nearly lost her grip on her hand. She dug her heels in, using both arms to pull her away from the storm.

“Rob-“

Before the rest of the word could leave her mouth, something wrapped around Robin’s ankle, and pulled. She hit the ground, hard, and the vines pulled them over the edge, towards the storm.

Robin grabbed Nancy, even mid-fall, and held on tight.

—

Her mouth tasted like the bottom of a dumpster. The taste woke her right up.

Robin sat bolt upright, eyes snapping wide open, and she frantically looked around to see where she was.

The entire sky was black and red, lightning flashing through them, the ground ashy and hot.

She heard coughing behind her, and saw Nancy on her side on the floor.

“Nance,” she said, crawling over and lifting the shorter girl into her arms. “You good?”

Nancy’s face twisted into a pained grimace, and Robin’s heart dropped when she felt how wet her hands were. Red was staining the side of her shirt, too much red.

“Fuck, ok, hold on,” she said, and scanned the area around them.

The storm must have knocked them out and blown them somewhere else, but they were still in the Upside Down. The trees towered up around them, ash drifting through the leaves. she could hardly see anything though, the darkness and the dense foliage obscuring most of her vision.

“I don’t see anything or anyone,” she said. “So no monsters to fight, at least.”

“Bare minimum, then?” Nancy’s voice was raspy and strained, grating in her throat.

Robin chuckled. “Yeah. Bare minimum.”

Both of them froze when they heard something moving in the trees, somewhere Robin could’t see. She picked up a stick, holding it like a bat as she got up.

The trees had started rustling, a light breeze blowing through the leaves, and she heard a soft thud to the right of her.

“Robin!” Nancy hissed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “I’m just going to check out that noise.”

She stepped over three vines, looking for an animal or person who could have made that sound. Nothing, besides a few broken pieces of metal…. And shotgun casings.

“Nance?” She called over. “Did you shoot your shotgun near here before?”

No response.

Robin whipped around, heart sinking when she saw Nancy was gone.

“Oh fuck, Nancy!” She screamed, running back to the cleaning. “Nancy, where are you?”

She didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind her, or the sound of someone taking a deep breath.

Robin did feel something wrapping around her throat, tighter than even vecna’s vines had been, choking the air from her lungs. She felt her arms go limp, her knees hit the ground. Then she felt nothing.

—

The ringing in her ears woke her up.

Robin’s eyes shot open, and she pitched forward, right onto the ground. Pain sparked up her arm when she knocked her elbow against the ground, and she stayed still until it faded.

Her wrists were tied together in front of her, with some thick cordage that looked too similar to the vines. Her left leg was chained to the wall, a thick metal link buried in concrete.

She heard a soft whimper, and her heart dropped.

Nancy was slumped over a few feet away, eyes screwed shut, shoulders trembling as she cried silently.

Robin managed to scoot over towards the shorter girl, touching her knee with her hands. Nancy jumped back, a terrified cry coming from her mouth.

“Nance,” she croaked out, her voice mangled from whatever had been used to knock her out. “It’s me, just look.”

Nancy’s eyes cracked open, and when she saw Robin, relief washed over her face.

“Oh, thank god,” she said, pulling Robin closer and burying herself in her chest. Robin froze, not sure how to react, but the best thing to do seemed to be to hug back. She maneuvered her tied arms over Nancy’s neck to wrap around her back, holding the shorter girl close to her body.

The dampness from her shirt was alarming, but Robin couldnt do anything right now. So she held Nancy, gently rocking the both of them, until her trembling slowed, then stopped.

Robin leaned back a little to see her face, and Nancy looked up with bloodshot eyes.

“What happened?” Robin asked, unwrapping herself from Nancy, resting her hands in her lap.

Nancy’s eyes squeezed shut, and she took a deep breath before replying.

“Vecna’s vines,” she said, voice choked. “I thought I was back there, and he was showing me your corpse.’ No wonder she had been so broken up.

“I’m not dead, Nance,” she said, knocking her forehead against hers. “And Vecna’s not ever going to touch you again.”

Nancy looked up at her, and something changed in her stare, Robin could have sworn her eyes darted down to her lips, but they were interrupted by a loud clanging noise.

“Hands where we can see ‘em, stand up on two feet, and dont move unless you want your heads blown off.”

Robin glanced at Nancy, the voice oddly familiar, but at the same time not, but the shorter girl was already complying, trying to force herself to her feet. Robin could see her struggling, favoring her injured side.

“Easy, here,” she said, helping her to stand, letting Nancy lean against her. The brunette’s breaths were short, pained wheezes, her eyes screwed shut, fingers clenched in Robin’s filthy shirt.

Robin glared at the light coming down the hall, shielding Nancy from whoever their captors were.

“Hands where we can see them!” The voice barked again, and she snarled back.

“She can barely stand, leave her alone! Robin kept her grip on Nancy secure, glaring right at the outline of their captor.

Their captor didn’t say anything, just kept the light pointed right at them. Nancy’s body was shaking harder now, her grip around Robin loosening with each passing second. Her legs buckled, and Robin went down to cushion her fall.

“Nancy?” She said, shaking her. “Nancy, no no no, stay with me, keep your eyes open!”

Nancy’s hand went limp in her grasp, and she looked back to the light.

“Help her!” She begged. “Please, she’s dying!”

The light wavered, then disappeared.

“No! Please, you have to help!” She screamed. “Please, I can’t lose her!”

Another clang, and the light vanished, leaving them in the dim room.

Robin sobbed to herself, cradling Nancy in her arms.

“You’re going to be ok, Nance,” she mumbled, voice muffled by Nancy’s hair. “You’ll be ok, you have to be, ok? Just please, stay with me.”

Her breathing just got slower, shallower, and Robin was about to have a full-on panic attack when the light came back.

“Please help!” She begged, this time answered with a cattle prod to her ribs. The shock stunned her enough that she couldn’t move when the door to the cell opened, but she did manage a weak, “no,” when they took Nancy. Two masked figures dragged her up, away from Robin.

Two other masked figures picked her up, and her vision blurred, eyes seeing things, because she could have sworn she saw Dustin. The cattle prod hit her again, and she blacked out.

—

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was that her ribs were on fire. The second was that she was tied down to a chair, in what looked like a tent.

Robin forced her head up, blinking the blurriness away. She wasn’t in a tent, but a building with cloth dividers thrown up. She could smell blood.

One of the cloth flaps moved, and she jerked back.

A masked figure, one of the ones who took Nancy, was standing over her, a knife in their hands.

“What did you do with Nancy?” She demanded, ignoring the ominous streaks of blood on the blade.

“She’s safe,” the masked figure said, and Robin blanched.

That was impossible.

“Eddie?” She whispered, jaw dropping open as she did.

The masked figure just stared down at her, before removing the plastic covering his face.

It was Eddie. But he looked wrong.

“Jesus, what happened to you?” She asked. “How’d you get back? Or escape the demo-bats, Dustin said you died.”

Eddie just stared at her like she had grown a second head.

“Hello? Earth to Eddie?” She tried to wave her hands, then remembered they were tied down. “Why am I tied up? What’s going on?”

The knife was on her throat in a heartbeat, and she froze, eyes wide as she looked at Eddie. He looked feral, almost like a wild animal.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” She asked, the blade pricking her neck as she swallowed. “It’s me.”

Eddie just stared at her, and pressed the blade a little harder, a thin trickle of blood dripping down her neck. He took out a small bundle of leaves, and pressed them to the cut.

Pain ripped through her body, and she howled, jerking away from his touch. The plants were pulled back in seconds, but the pain kept tearing through her, making her vision black out again.

When her senses returned to her, enough that she could hear and feel, something wet was touching her neck. Eddie was wiping away the blood, something different in his eyes. The knife had been discarded by the entrance.

“What the hell was that?” She forced out, fingers clenched on the chairs.

“Divedanum,” he said. “Forces the Shapers back to their natural form.”

The fuck?

“Shapers?” She looked at him like he was insane. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He didn’t answer.

“Eddie? What the fuck is going on?” She asked, jerking away from him.

“Had to be sure,” he said, shaking his head as he stood. “I bet you’d understand.”

Robin just gaped at him. “Understand what? Why you locked me and Nancy in a cell while she was dying? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The tent flap opened again, this time another masked person.

When they took their mask off, Robin’s jaw dropped.

It was Nancy, but not her Nancy. This Nancy had shorter hair, pulled back into a tight braid, and a thick bite scar over the left side of her face, around her eye, which was a cloudy, milky white. Ruined beyond repair.

Robin just gaped, staring between the two, eyes close to popping out of her head.

What the fuck?

“She’s clear?” The other Nancy asked.

“Yep. What about the other one?”

Other Nancy nodded, and he sighed. “Then who the fuck are these two?”

“Me? Who the hell are you?” Robin’s eyes were darting back and forth between the two of them, and now she noticed the way Eddie was older, small scars all over his face, neck and arms that hadn’t been there when he died, how Nancy moved so differently than her Nancy did, more guarded and angry.

Other Nancy glanced down at her. Robin glared right back, into her good eye, and something in her gaze shifted.

“Untie her,” she said. “And follow me. But keep an eye on her so she doesn’t run.”

Eddie moved without questioning her, knife cutting through the ropes and dragging her to her feet.

“Try to run, this knife goes in your spine,” he said, and she nodded.

Other Nancy led her through the building, which she was slowly figuring out was the Hawkins High gym, turned into a hospital of sorts. None of the people she saw she could recognize, all of them either covered in injuries that hid their features, or covered by blankets.

“What happened here?” She asked. Other Nancy just stiffened, and kept walking.

Eddie just pressed the knife against her back, and she followed the other girl.

She pulled back a curtain, and Robin’s heart dropped.

“Nance!”

She bolted forward before Eddie had time to stab her, and dropped to her knees by Nancy’s side. She’d been stripped down to just her bra, a thick bandage wrapped around her stomach. handcuffs were keeping her locked to the bed, and her eyes were shut, but she was breathing.

“Oh thank fuck,” she muttered, dropping her head against her shoulder. “Thank you, thank you.”

Nancy stirred at her words, her eyes fluttering open, and Robin sat on the side of the bed, taking her hand in her own.

“Rob?” She mumbled, tilting her head to look at her.

“Hey, Wheeler,” she said, smiling at the injured girl. “How’re you feeling?”

“Bad,” she said, and tried to get up. She froze when she felt the cuffs around her wrists. “Robin, what’s going on?”

She winced, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, I actually don’t know,” she said. “But I think they do.”

She pointed back at the other Nancy and Eddie, and her Nancy’s eyes shot wide open when she saw them.

“Eddie? What-“

“Ok, I think we need to figure out what is going on,” Other Nancy said. “For all of our sakes.”

Her Nancy nodded, and other Eddie uncuffed her. Robin wrapped her arms around her when she sat up, letting the shorter girl bury her face in her neck. She squeezed her tightly, feeling Nancy’s shaky breaths against her skin.

“What happened here?” Robin asked, and something in the Other Nancy and Eddie’s looks made her feel sick.

“The war happened,” Other Nancy said. “We couldn’t stop it.”

Her Nancy let out a harsh exhale, fingers tightening in Robin’s shirt.

Other Nancy kept going. “A few weeks after the earthquake, after the smoke started coming through, people started getting sick. The type of sick that doesn’t get better. We were the only ones who weren’t infected, somehow.”

“Hopper thought it was because we’d already been exposed to whatever shit grows in the Upside Down,” Eddie said. “Built up enough of a tolerance to stay alive, just enough that we only wished we were dead.”

“People were starting to clear out when the first attack came,” Nancy said. “Monsters started pouring out of the gates, more than we’d ever seen, just rampaging through Hawkins. Then the vines started to creep through, killing everything that they touched.”

“Vecna came back after that,” Eddie said. “Max waking up was the only warning we got before there were reports from all over the country, hell, the world, of people being killed the same way Chrissy and the others were. More gates. More smoke, more dead. He almost got me twice before Nancy shot him again.”

Other Nancy flinched when he mentioned that, something in her eyes that screamed guilt.

“Then more things came through,” Eddie said. “New things. Little Byers was right about the Mind Flayer, it was a conquerer of other dimensions. Once we started hiding, they started getting smarter. Shapeshifters, who could copy any person they’d seen, near perfectly. Gas monsters that can kill with one touch. Shit I’d never even been able to imagine, all of it coming here.”

“Wait, here?” Robin said. “You mean this-“

“This is our Hawkins,” Other Nancy said. “We aren’t in the Upside Down.”

Nancy looked up at her, eyes wide with horror. Robin couldn’t blame her. She was terrified.

“So what about you?” Other Eddie asked. “What grand story brings you here?”

“Weird cloud in our version of the Upside Down,” Robin said. “It was chasing us, then we were here.”

Other Nancy’s frowning, almost like she knows what they’re talking about. Other Eddie just nodded.

“Ok, so there’s clones of us now,” he said. “Or alternate versions of us, I guess. That’s cool.”

Other Nancy left, and Eddie barely reacted, seemingly not concerned that he was standing alone with two copies of his friends.

“I saw this,” Nancy finally said. Robin glanced down at her, and she pulled away from her grip. “Vecna, he showed me monsters coming into Hawkins. But nothing about the rest of the world.”

“He thinks humans are a disease,” Eddie said. “Made that very clear when he tranced me. Hawkins was just the first target. Vecna and the Mind Flayer want the entire world.”

—

Robin’s letting Eddie patch up the cuts on her back and arms when Other Nancy returned. Her face was dark, the same look Robin had seen when her Nancy was shooting Vecna full of lead.

“Come with me,” she said. “Both of you.”

Robin helped her Nancy up, wrapping an arm around the other girl’s shoulders and half-carrying her through the halls.

Other Nancy opened a door, and Robin froze.

A copy of her, almost identical, was sitting on one of the chairs, writing something on a slip of paper. When she heard the door open, she looked up.

Her eyes were black.

“Oh, these are the copies?” She asked, and Other Nancy nodded. She placed a hand on Other Robin’s shoulder and kissed her temple, soft and sweet.

Robin’s jaw practically dropped off her head, and her Nancy went still.

“What-“

“Nice to meet you, although I guess it’s not really a meeting since we’re, you know, the same people, but anyway, it’s nice to meet you,” Other Robin said, holding a hand out to Robin. She was missing two fingers, her pinky and pointer, horrific scars running down her hand. Her other arm was pinned against her chest, clearly broken.

Robin took her hand, and Other Nancy did the same.

Other Robin leaned back in her chair, and she chuckled to herself.

“The eyes are tripping you up, right?” She said. Both nodded. “Yeah. Vecna’s weird monsters are a bitch.”

“What happened?” nancy asked, and other Robin shrugged.

“Lots of shit,” she said. She grabbed the stick leaning against the table, a cane, and stood, legs… leg shaking to support her weight.

Her left leg was gone from the mid-thigh down.

“Our second shot at Vecna didn’t go well,” she said, limping over to one of the boxes on the floor. “We didn’t have El to distract him in the mindscape this time, so no miracle saves. The vines crushed my leg, something infected it. It was keep the leg and die, or chop it off and live. Pretty sure you can guess which one I picked.”

Robin shot a look at her Nancy, who looked horrified. Other Nancy just sighed, sitting down on the desk.

“Shit happened,” she said. “It sucks. But we have to figure out how to get the two of you back to your world.”

“I have an idea!” Other Robin said. “That cloud they mentioned, sounds kind of like the Mind Flayer’s storm, right?”

“Yeah, a lot, actually,” Nancy said. “It was almost identical to the one Vecna showed me.”

Other Robin pulled out a small file, handing it to Other Nancy, who opened it.

“We know the Mind Flayer’s a multi-dimensional being,” she said. “Obviously, since he’s conquered other dimensions before. And he can move things between those dimensions, like we saw with the Shapers.”

Robin looked through the notes, her copy’s idea forming in her own head too. “So he exists everywhere, not just in our dimension,” she said.

Other Robin nodded, a small grin on her face. “Yep. and if you know anything about multi-dimensional beings, you know that-“

“That there’s only one of them, and the Mind Flayer we see is just one part of the entire thing,” Nancy said.

Both Robin’s looked over at her, and she shrugged.

“I read,” she said, almost defensively. “And I was part of Mike’s DnD campaigns for a while.”

Other Robin nodded. “Yeah, exactly. So that storm you saw, it might not have been targeting you two. It was just one of the Mind Flayer’s copies. Or a portal being made by that copy. For some reason.”

“So we have to find a portal, then we get home?” Nancy said.

“Hopefully,” other Robin said. “Or, you get sucked into another world that’s even worse than this one, who knows? Part of the fun’s not knowing!”

—

They’d finally managed to track down one of the Mind Flayer’s storms, one that Other Robin was almost convinced would send them home. They were getting ready to go after it, Robin with Other Nancy and her Nancy with Other Robin.

“Did she figure it out yet?” Other Nancy asked, wrapping tape around a wooden stick.

Robin blinked up at her. “What?”

Other Nancy tilted her head, her good eye staring right at Robin. Robin squirmed, feeling like that eye was looking right into her soul.

“I’ll take that as a no,” she said, went back to wrapping the stick.

“Wait, you can’t just say that and not tell me what you mean,” Robin said. Other Nancy chuckled to herself, shaking her head.

“Its not my secret to tell,” she said. “Even if it does belong to an alternate version of me.”

Robin just stared at her, until Other Nancy looked over at other Robin, something different, softer, in her eye. That made it click.

“Wait, you and other me?” She said, gesturing between the two of them. “You like her?”

“And she likes me, otherwise this wouldn’t be a relationship,” Other Nancy deadpanned. Robin just gaped at her.

“Nancy likes me?” She half-whispered, staring over at her Nancy, and when did she start thinking about Nancy as hers?

“I might only have one eye, but I’m not blind,” other Nancy said. “And she looks at you the same way I look at my Robin.”

Nancy likes me?

“All done, darlin!” Other Robin said, holding up another sawed-off shotgun, freshly taped and loaded. “Ready to get these two interlopers off our turf?”

“Yeah. This Robin’s all ready to go,” Other Nancy said.

Robin’s Nancy racked the shotgun.

“Let’s go home.”

—

Somehow, they’d managed to sneak past the dozen Demogorgons guarding the storm.

“They’ve never done this before,” Other Nancy whispered. Other Robin just shrugged.

“Two random people haven’t come through one before, either,” she said. “It’s a week for firsts.”

Robin was walking back with her Nancy, occasionally glancing over to make sure she was doing ok. Her face was set, glaring ahead at the storm.

“Hey, Nance?” Robin asked, immediately cursing herself when her voice squeaked.

“Yeah?” Nancy didn’t look at her, eyes still trained on the storm.

“When we get back, do you maybe want-“

A howl cut her words off, and they all dropped, weapons aimed at the source of the noise.

A twisted flesh monster, one that was too close to the fleshy Mind Flayer at Starcourt, was lumbering out of the ravine near the pit. It screamed, a mix of human and animal noises, and the Demogorgons howled in return.

“Fuck,” other Nancy muttered. Other Robin had gone stone-still. “We have to get you through now.”

“What’s going-“

“Run!”

Other Nancy chucked one of the Molotov cocktails into the flesh monster, and it howled. Robin grabbed her Nancy and they both ran for the portal.

The ashy cloud screamed as they got closer, and Robin ducked under a Demogorgon’s swing, hearing a shotgun blast as Nancy shot it back.

“Robin, hurry!” Nancy said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

Robin checked behind them, and saw the entire mob of Demogorgons running towards them, the fleshy mind flayer following.

Robin turned back to the portal, and ran faster than she ever had in her life. Nancy’s fingernails were digging into her palm as she pulled her forward, into the smoke and ash.

“Where’s the portal?” Robin yelled over the howling.

“We have to go deeper!” Nancy said. “Move!”

Robin could faintly make out the reddish glow at the center, and they forced their way through the storm, until it was there.

And then it wasn’t.

“What the-“

The ground lurched underneath their feet, and Robin barely had time to grab onto Nancy before the world went black.

—

This time, Robin was the one who got shaken awake.

“Rob, Robin!” Steve’s voice yelled, and it sounded like he was screaming from underwater.

“Steve, ’s too early,” she mumbled, trying to shove him away. Something wrapped around her, and pulled her up. She yelped, eyes flying open, and saw… Steve?

“Steve?” She was tackled into a hug, buried under Steve and Dustin. She hugged them both, then jerked back.

“Nancy?” She croaked, and Steve pointed over his shoulder, where a very worried Jonathan was helping her up.

“Nance!”

The shorter girl’s head shot up when she heard Robin, and she dropped Jonathan’s hand, limping towards her. Robin detangled herself from the Dustin-Steve pile, and crashed into Nancy, squeezing her so tightly her arms shook.

“You’re ok?” She whispered, pulling back just enough to see nancy’s face.

Nancy didn’t say anything, just stared at her. Robin was worried something had happened, did she do something….

Nancy’s hand was on her cheek, Nancy’s eyes were on her lips. Nancy was pulling her closer, and closer, and-

Oh.

Nancy kissed her like she was oxygen in the void of space, like she was a warm fire after a long winter night, and Robin kissed back.

She cupped Nancy’s face with her hands, and they kissed until they had to break for air.

Robin panted when they broke apart, staring at Nancy with a mix of wonder and terror in her eyes. “Nance, wha-uh, what was that?” She stammered, and Nancy just smiled up at her, wrapping her arms around RObin’s waist.

“Other you gives good advice,” was all she said, before she was kissing her again.

Robin could hear Steve whooping in the background, Dustin’s groan of gross, but she was kissing Nancy fucking Wheeler.

Everyone else could go fuck themselves for all she cared.

#ronancetober #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #apocalypse au

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george weasley smut alphabet

george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: at this point i don’t even know what to write, seggsy things

a/n: that took 3 days holy shit

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

ok molly taught him to be respectful alright, always treat your lady well. kisses, showering, praise, love, affection, cuddles. the whole nine yards, not one step left behind.

“c’mon, dove, y’gotta get up. please, f’me?” the boy slightly-slurred, pulling up your hair slightly damp from sweat, grasping it all into double french braids. showering you, meanwhile showing you immense praise and affection; kissing from your ankle points all the way to the apple of your cheeks, and dressing you in the process.

“mhmm, don’t wanna.” you proceeded to mumble, your body begging you to sleep and rest; feeling immense of exhaustion from previous rounds. finishing the braid in your hair, the red head picked you up and placed you onto the red-plaid comforter of the bed.

your body starting to meld with the mattress, and breathing becoming heavier almost delving your subconscious into the realm of sleep; feeling him slip under you and place your head right on his bare skin, feeling the bone of his sternum.

“did i... did i do well?” you murmured through fatigue, yearning to feel the warmth and affection of your boyfriend while his heart beat lulled you like a baby from a lullaby to a deep hearted sleep.

“you’ll always do perfect for me, forever ‘n ever.”

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ok so, he loves his hands. they’re big, and skinny, and his fingers are long. i mean he catches you looking at them all the time so it also happens to be a nice ego boost. george’s self esteem has kinda always been there but it hasn’t been amazing, but when you came in the picture then it was like 📈

“george, georgie, please. s’too much, too much.” your vision had been immensely bleary for the last few minutes due to pleasureful tears dripping from your waterline. your fingers tried to find the closest thing they could grapple at, george’s hands.

after three continuous rounds, george had been finger fucking you for the last thirty minutes pushing you to vast overstimulation. you had the feeling of pins and needles dance upon your cunt; the waves of pain and pleasure mixing into your nervous system and sprawling throughout your entire body.

you grasped ahold of his ivory-toned hand, trying to beg for his mercy; yet none was shown, this was your punishment. he reclined his hand that had a tense hand on your thigh, now directly on your abdomen pressing you back onto the messy comforter bed keeping his hand placed there.

seeing the arch of your spine in his direct view, seeing your face slightly contort in delectation as he hit the g-spot with the pads of his fingers. feeling the intense pride on how he could get you, so delighted and filled with pleasure at his decree.

“taking it like such a good girl, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

he likes tits, i mean... HE GIVES THE VIBE. like if he could he would hold them, squish them, kiss them, mark them in anyway he wanted FOREVER. which he would, but he couldn’t 24/7 so he took his opportunities when he could.

“hello george, how are you? i’m great, thanks for asking.” you chortled with intense sarcasm after your boyfriends sudden disruption from your reading and dramatically bursting into your dormitory and shoving his face into your chest beneath your his t-shirt.

“shhh, i need a minute of peace please.” he hushed you, feeling his lips suck a little on the flesh of your sternum, his voice incredibly muttered from the smothering of your boobs onto his mouth. feeling the vibrations from his lips send a mini-shockwave through your spine and attempting to repress an overdue shiver.

he left light kisses, from his previous red splotch, as he moved more underneath your shirt praising your skin as you chuckled a bit. his ginger hair tickled your neck as he continued, “my tits are peaceful?” you questioned, yet again in a sarcastic tone awaiting his response.

“yea, immensely.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) (isa i could kiss u for this one)

so, messy messy man. on your tits, on your thighs, on your face, on your STOMACH, on your ass and his fave.... inside of you <3 he just loves to see it on you, it turns him on again no matter how many times you’ve been at it.

que: birth control potions, because i’m pretending they exist and creampies are fun.

“gonna— gonna finish, where d’you want me?” the boy heaved while doing continuous thrusts deep into the walls of your cunt. furthering your grasp onto the clenched biceps and forearms that laid tense beside your perspired face.

“inside me, please. want it inside me.” your voice was winded and huffed, feeling the euphoric pleasure crinkle and bend onto your nervous system from your orgasam lull you into a relaxation, while your boyfriend continued to thrust into your overused cunt of the night.

feeling his tepid release stick into the planes of your thighs and a light sheen layer onto the lower abdomen of your torso. feeling the dripping of his cum directly laid upon your skin. the contrast between his release and your flesh looking almost exquisite in his view point.

you were so beautiful, so beautifully messy.

currently clenched around his prick you felt the tremble in his cock as he released into the velvet walls of your cunt, remaining inside of you as he caught his breath between his lungs from his swift thrusts.

“gonna keep you all full, yeah?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

george is in fact, a switch. like when he’s dom, he’s soft dom. but when he’s sub, he’s whiny and extremely forward in begging. it took him awhile to tell you because he felt embarrassed but after that you guys had a lot of... fun ;)

“please, please, ‘m sorry. i promise!” he griped, pulling on the silk on his restraints regulating the control of his wrists that laid on his lower back. “but georgie, isn’t this what you wanted? to be punished?” you sent a faux pout in his direction, your finger tips dancing upon his clenched torso once again edging the boy upon his ration.

“but, but—“ the boy faltered whilst speaking, trying to excuse his actions of venturing to grasp your attention whilst you were busy with another task, and disregarding you both friends pleas. “c’mon, georgie. you were bad, this is your punishment; if i hear anymore you won’t cum for a week.” you chastised, seeing his eyes widen in fright and obnoxiously nod his head in compliance.

your brought your hand back to his prick, thumb slightly outlining the slit in his tip; his most sensitive spot causing a small groan to escape his lips subconsciously, his back slightly melding off of the mattress and arching into the air at your pressure.

attempting to repress his pleasureful shivers that were scratching at his sensorium, his cock basically at your dictation for his release.

“you’re being punished, not pleasured.” you chastised once again, sprawling you hand on his abdomen pushing his back directly onto the ridged comforter once more.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

so people would agree to disagree, but george lost it first. i don’t think george would do one night stands, they were always with past girlfriends but you are the girl he truly put his all into.

“and you’re sure?” the boys frantically questioned once more, he had been previously skittish about if the both of you were ready to go into the next stage of your relationship; wanting your full consent to continue with anything.

and worrying that some kinks he had in mind might’ve been to much for future references, and just yearning for you to feel as comfortable as possible.

“told you, georgie, i want all of you.” the question was heaved through your words from the foreplay that had taken a gust of your air right out from under of you.

“we’ve talked about this darling, ‘m ready.” adding on to your comment, reassuring the boy who seemed to be faintly timorous on his next action that was soon to take place. you caressed his forearm, feeling the rigid bends of his veins over the pads of your finger tips. your other hand maneuvering itself on the curvature of his neck and bringing his lips to slot with your own.

feeling the comforting and familiar taste of pumpkin and cinnamon transfuse onto your tongue in the midst of feeling his plush lips blend with yours.

“i’m ready, want you inside of me.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

any position where he can see your face, he can see your body, he can see all of you. he wants to kiss you, mark you, caress you. he wants everything he wants to feel so connected with you.

“you my darling.” he spoke, sighing as he spoke. in between words of his affirmations, splotching small kisses that bore on the planes of your lower abdomen and shifting his way up your bare-body.

“are the most ethereal thing, to ever exist.” the boy continued in his wake of appraisal, of your complete quintessence and soul.

“i love you.” you whispered in a small, barely audible murmur in appreciation of the red head you had been destined with. he was truly put in your path of life to give and receive love and adoration. “i love you.” the boy whispered back at your confession, muffled into the flesh above your sternum.

continuing to leave small vermillion hues of colour, making his way to the the junction of your neck and resuming with his praises of adorations of your complete essence.

the scarlet-haired boy was completely entranced with every element of your being, almost besotted with your every move. always wanted to praise, and adore every aspect of you in anyway he could possible.

“no, i love you more.” he corrected himself, undeserving of your mutual appreciation.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

healthy use of both. sometimes you guys have your super serious moments and other times you guys are giggling together.

“oh merlin, i really hope fred did not hear that.” you spoke through a sporadic chortle, your previous whimper being a little bit too raucous. the both of your wands misplaced and unable to cast a muffling charm meant you and george had to be as quiet as possible.

“y/n, he definitely did. let’s hope he’s asleep.” george making an effort to whisper but his own disgustingly humours mind getting too himself and letting chuckle slip out from his lips mid-sentence.

“i didn’t say stop, keep going!” you hastily spoke, sending a cheeky grin in faux annoyance at him as he continued his slow but intensely deep thrusts in your pulsing cunt, the both of you close to a release.

you were deeply trying to muffle your pleasureful noises from the palm of your hand, but discreetingly failing as you let another strangled moan bubble from your vocal cords.

both you and george looking at eachother frantic for a moment, completely silent and worried if one of his dorm mates had heard the both of you. silent for a moment then chuckling together whilst bumping noses at the voyeuristic acts that were being taken place in his very bed.

“oi, some of us are trying to sleep here!”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

yes the fucking carpet matches the damn drapes HE HAS A CARROT CROTCH DO NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE. as for grooming, i think he just just have a stubble? like i don’t feel like he cares to much about hair so he would just shave most of it off. as for u he does not give a fuck, as long as you like yourself he likes you so it does not matter at all for him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

ITS GEORGE WEASLEY IF UR NOT EXPECTING ROMANCE AND INTIMACY 89% OF THE TIME GO REEVALUATE. i’m not saying he’s not rough or not kinky, but he’s very intimate with you especially during aftercare. if he’s feeling special, like on anniversaries, birthdays, or days he wanted to make you feel really really good he would bring out rose petals, floating candles i mean he would WHIP OUT A LAVENDER OIL DEFUSER OR SOMETHING?

the floor was coated in tons vermillion bloomed rose petals, the scent of cinnamon and fresh linnen was intense through the air of the newly-cleaned dormitory, the fresh ivory bed made and the pillows slightly puffed to perfection.

“just, y’know, one last birthday surprise?” the red-head boy muttered staring at the scarlet-shaded floors whilst attempting to distract himself by fumbling his clammy hands into the pockets of his overworn grey slacks.

“d’you like it?” george continued to mutter, his eyes staggering around the room he had prepared for you both that night so he could kiss, cherish and adulate your entire being till the depths of early morning sunrise.

“georgie, i— i love it.” you felt perspiration sting in the waterlines of your eyes as you stammered slightly in shock, intense adoration and tenderness hastily speeding through your bloodstream hitting you directly into the warmth of your heart.

facing said-boy, you looked at him with complete fondness, grasping upon of his hand that was resting in his slacks now in the palm of your own comically-smaller hand.

“it’s truly amazing.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

gonna be honest here, not really. unless he wasn’t seeing you for like weeks, like during a holiday or something. even then i feel like he would imagine you were doing it to him, like whenever he was feeling needy he would normally just go to you and you were more than happy to oblige to his request.

“oh— fuck me.” the boy groaned while stroking his cock in quick circular motions, the other hand preoccupied with a risqué polaroid photo of you that you had sent him in the mail during the winter holidays.

it wasn’t the easiest being away from him during the winter holidays and his randomly occurring hard-ons apparently happened to occur more frequently without a desirable girlfriend around and more time to use your undesirable hand.

attempting to finish himself off fairly quickly so he could scoundrel himself back to bed counting the days till you would dramatically reunite on the hogwarts express and more than likely pull you away from peering eyes for a quickie in the bathroom.

just the thought of your beautiful skin melding with his own in the humid air of the bathroom made him spurt his release all over his prick and a groan emerging from his throat in the process.

“fuck.”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he has a innocence kink.... like the thought of teaching you everything like in bed makes his mind go WEEE WOO WEEE WOOO

now i shall elaborate

“pretty girl, does it feel good?” he crooned into the shell of your ear, feeling the tense grasp of your agile hands on his clothed biceps where his dress shirt laid on him and suddenly crinkled from your clasp onto him.

“mhm— yes, yes georgie.” you gasped mid sentence, trying to catch your breath from the new sensations that had washed over your nerves, feeling new pleasureful burning sensations in the pit of your abdomen and run along the curvature of your spine.

attempting to suppress small moans you continued petite chokes of air in ecstasy feeling george’s pads of his fingers dance upon your clit. “oh— fuck.” you muttered in a form of a bleary headspace trying to manage a coherent thought.

the red-head grinned in gratification, your full pleasure at his decree, knowingly giving you these new sensations. “i thought you were an innocent girl, now you’re my dirty one?” the boy mocked at your trembling figure in his lap.

“maybe you’re not my innocent girl after all.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

in my head.... he likes voyerism. don’t ask me why but the thrill of someone catching y’all 🤪

so i will no would have to say that he likes his dormitory a lot but i also feel like he likes the common room couch.

“oh, fuck—“ the moan has blossomed out of your throat and tinged in the previously solemn and peaceful common room, but now the air felt humid and extremely titillating common room that had been used for social and cuticular activities now being used for intercourse.

“darling if you’re not quiet we’re going to be caught.” the vibrations of his words directly muffled onto your perspired flesh, due to his manipulation of your body strictly at his will. “so good, daddy, so so good.” the words mildly uttered from your throat due to the infrequent gasps of pleasure between your words.

the both of you fused together passionately on the snug common room sofa in the late hours of the night, to be caught in a very comprising position by a student or supervisor if not subtle enough. the fire being your only production of light source throughout the entire room, dismissed in the backround close to being burnt out entirely.

“but daddy, you make me feel so good.” you’re voice tinged into a slightly higher pitch, feeling his deep thrusts enclosed inside of your cunt, your attempted muffles of rising gasps and lament whimpers to be heard significantly prominent throughout the walls of the vermillion shaded common room.

“awe slut, you want everyone to know how i’m making you feel?”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

so since georgie is a switch i feel like most of his motivation comes from when you’re bossy, outside of the bedroom. telling him what to do, how to do it, having to fix it for him. because either he’s gonna punish you for thinking you can be in charge or he’s gonna do literally everything you tell him too without a second thought.

“ok so for today, we’re not playing around here, you finish your charms, then we have lunch, we do transfiguration together, play some quidditch with fred, eat dinner, and then free period to do whatever we want, got it?” your hastily speeding voice catching the attention of his ears and consuming every single word that you had to say.

you glanced at him for a moment, his eyes slightly out of zone but still attentive to your words, also wanting to distinguish if he had been following to the list you had for the day so he could ultimately stop procrastinating and get his work done.

“yeah, er, i got it.” george spoke awkwardly for a moment, trying to discreetly shuffle around his body at the feeling of immense amount of pressure and tensity starting to form around his groin.

you raised a brown, you’re forehead slightly creasing as you tested the waters at his slightly timid figure and lack of response. “do i need to make you repeat it back to me.” tilting your head, trying to pan off as more intimidating so the red-head would coherently listen to you rather than pawn off and work on a prank with his mischievous-twin.

“no, no— i’m fi— you’re fine.” he groaned and he hesitated mid-sentence aiming to speak as casually as possible, moderately shuffling around his pants as he spoke at your firm and unyielding tone with him.

“you’re sure? because if you’ve got it wrong i’m going to upset, got it?” your voice at an adamant expression, annunciating that everything for the day was going to be smooth sailing rather than difficult and irritating for either of you.

“no, i understand.” he cleared his throat in compliance, aiming to remove any unnerving tension that might be there as he awkwardly trailed behind you to the library.

not to mention with a rock hard cock just sitting in his plants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesomes. “bUt pArIs” NO. he would not want to share you, he had literally had to share everything his whole life and seeing his twin brother or literally anyone else pleasure you is a big fat NONO

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he’s a giver, if u say no, ur lying. hearing you go literally whimper, tremble, moan at HIS will that’s enough for him to cream his pants.

“georgie— fuck. keep going.” your praised the boy deep between your legs, your words of appraisal going straight to his groin area whilst you threaded you fingers directly into his damp ginger locks.

feeling his tongue swirl directly onto your engorged clit, small gasps emitting from your mouth as his face was buried into your cunt for the last hour. the exceedingly amount of ecstasy built up into a broiling pit in your belly and ready to explode at any given moment.

“‘m gonna cum, gonna finish.” you gasped, feeling his tongue prodding at your entrance, his thumb placed directly onto your swollen cunt and swirling in figure eight like motions to make your orgasam rapidly occur.

his prick immensely hard, beseeching for a release. his nearest output being the subtle grind of his hips and the soft mattress of the bed as you continued to sensually yank at his hair.

feeling the overflow of desire, the whimpers exceeding from your lips and the pressure against his cock made his orgasam occur midst your own; finishing together the only thing to be heard was your heaving breaths and george’s hoarse voice from not speaking for the last while.

“so, i might’ve just done something.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

i feel like he’s very medium paced, he’s not to fast nor slow. he has his moments where it’s very slow and loving or if he just lost a quidditch game and it’s very fast in rough. i don’t think it’s set on just one i think it varies.

“needy little slut, just wanted me so badly, hmm?” the grit in george’s teeth prominent as he spoke to you, the tensity of his hands on grip of your waist also clinically distinguished as he pulsed in and out of your from behind.

“fuck— please.” the begging was evident in your tone, feeling the grasp on your waist and he plunged into you emitting gasps every few seconds from desire. his hand grasped onto the root of your tresses, your cheek melding with the mattress and a moan exploding from your trachea at his aggressive demeanour.

“please—“ you continued you beg, not for anything in specific but the feeling of him to continue his thrusts and not falter his pace. the feeling of being exceedingly full of him, the explicit belligerent emotion he was feeling and turning that into passion.

knees bucking at his will as he continued the fast and thrown pace that was previously endured. feeling the ecstasy rome freely through your veins as he degraded you.

“my slut, so dirty.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

so... george wants to appreciate you fully. and i don’t think either of you would be so horny that he had to just pull you in a broom closet. even if it’s fast and rough aftercare is still extremely keen to him after having sex no matter the circumstances so i don’t think he would be into quickies.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) - this was in fact somewhat inspired by 50 shades of grey

george is the kinkier twin. there i said it, and i will not change my mind. yeah he’s more quiet whatever more emotional, throughful BUT THOSE ARE ALWAYS THE ONES WHO ARE KINKIER. i so as long as you were cool with it i feel like he would be as-well.

“so you wanna play, dove?” running the tip of the small blade down the depth of your torso, and across your abdomen seeing the heaving rise and fall of your torso. the slight scarlet-coloured ribbon peaking from underneath the arch of your back that restrained both of your wrists.

“yes, sir.” the mumble was stern, and tense but slightly heaved from apprehension on what he would do with the tip of the stygian-coloured blade that was held in his ivory hand. your safe word explicitly-clear before he had restricted your eyesight.

a slow light vermillion trailed in its wake from the tip of the blade that moved across the skin of your navel. he heard the audible gasp release from your mouth in anticipation.

“keep going, please.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

so i feel like george goes for like.... 3? but he definitely does foreplay and stuff too. so it’s like a healthy mix of a lot. so a couple of rounds, sometimes more, sometimes less, it all depends on the time like early in the morning or really late at night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

so, i don’t think so. so the only thing i feel like he would have is like ropes/ties and blindfolds. other than that i don’t think so, but fred has definitely gifted you something just for the kick of it all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like it depends if he’s more sub or more dom. if he’s dom he will tease you all he likes just to see you squirm, but if he’s sub then he definitely will wants you to tease him.

“georgie, please, i cant take it anymore.” you pleaded, your tone was soft but irritated, the continuous edging was extremely displeasing for you. you wanted him, you wanted to feel every withering inch of him, his body, his essence; but he simply wouldn’t give it to you.

“c’mon, weren’t you the one who ‘said patience is a virtue.’ you’ve got to be patient then, right dove?.” george made a mockery of something you had in a different context but instead he used it to his advantage.

his middle finger crept its way back to the depth of your navel and right on your cunt, starting recurrent swirls on your engorged clit. feeling a similar sensation that you had previously endured till your denied orgasam.

“be patient, or you won’t be getting anything.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

i feel like it’s a lot of grunting and dirty talk, or even just praising. there’s more moaning when doing oral. it’s not necessarily loud but you can clearly hear it.

“my pretty little witch.” the words of appraisal blossomed from his mouth as he kissed upon the column of your neck and the bend of your shoulders. he proceeded to kiss around the shell of your ear and speaking.

“nobody can make me feel the way you can.” george murmured making sure you know, followed by a pleasureful grunt by the way your cunt was continuously clenching around his cock and the way your hand grasped at his lower back.

“oh, merlin—“ your voice sounded like a gasp, arching your back directly into his freckled chest from his prick prodding at your cervix, you’re breathing was heaved from his continuous thrusts that faltered as he was close to release and exceedingly praised into your perspired skin.

“i love you so much.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

george likes pda. i’m not talking like sex in the great hall or obnoxiously making out in the courtyard but he does like to show everyone that you are together.

“georgie if you kiss me again fred is going to throw up.” the murmur sent vibrational waves into the boys cheek your own affections shown at the proximity between you both, partly because the incessant chatter of the great hall.

“and? you’re my girl.” the statement was clear as day in his eyes, he wanted to show everyone just how much he loved you, the intimacy in the situation between two teenagers who were in love; he didn’t care what anyone else had to say.

you looked at him for a moment with challenging eyes, seeing the intimacy in his own cocoa-coloured ones. poorly making an effort to suppress a grin at his affections.

he took his opportunity to press a kiss to your plush-smooth lips, then the hued rose coloured flesh on your cheek, then the tip of your pointed nose.

“i love you, i won’t not show that because my git brother doesn’t like it.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i feel like it’s a bit bigger than average, probably around 8in when hard? i think it’s more longer than thicker.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i mean..... he’s a teenage boy. i think it’s average like i don’t think he’s dying to have sex every second but he does in-fact like to appreciate you in more ways that one. because sex for him isn’t just a way to get rid of a hard on it’s a way to appreciate your body and just you in general.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like it depends on how hard the both of you went, because you guys could either end up talking for hours or simply just cuddle and fall asleep.

“‘m so tired, georgie.” you murmured into the boys bare chest, stroking the side of his torso as the both of you laid below his his fitted sheet bed. the time around twelve am and your eyes desperate for sleep.

“sleep, darling. i’ll be here in the morning to wake you up.” he uttered. his voice fairly hoarse and rough, whilst stroking your back feeling the wrinkle in the shirt he had given you. fairly prideful that you had been wearing something of his.

“love you, georgie” you wiped your nose while speaking, feeling love and adorned by the boy you were cuddling with; wanting these solemn peaceful moments forever.

“love you more, forever ‘n ever.”

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cotccotc · 4 years ago

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SKZ REACT to...

◈ you being followed

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anon ♡ )

genre/s: comfort, skz x gn reader

warning/s: description of being followed on the street, descriptions / mentions of panic attacks

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this one took me quite a while but i’m happy with it !!! i decided to write out a longer introduction to this to kinda set up a scene !! i hope y’all enjoy it (esp the comforting parts ofc kdjdjf)

it’s somewhat unlike you to walk alone at night. you figured it would only take you a few minutes, but you got out of work late, setting you back quite a while. to make things worse, while you were working overtime, the sun had set, leaving you to traverse the dimly lit city streets on your own. all you know is that your boyfriend left the door open for you, and a couch date sounds really great right now.

somewhere along your walk, you heard a shuffling noise coming from behind you. you disregarded it, thinking it may have been simple paranoia. you’ve seen too many movies, you think. however, as you keep up your leisurely yet steady pace, you hear another noise. this time you turn around.

a man. in a black hoodie. looking you dead in the eye.

your eyes widen as a small gasp leaves your mouth. needless to say, you begin sprinting to your destination, heart racing at a pace that rivals the speed of your feet. with your focus aimed at getting as far away as you can, you’re honestly not even sure how your legs know where they’re going. nevertheless, your saving grace comes into view. after a quick glance at the now empty street behind you, you sprint even faster than before. and, once you make it to the apartment door, you fling the door open and leap inside with enough force to rattle the hinges.

“y/n? what’s wro-”

“i was being followed,” you interject, a choked sob finally escaping you.

◈ CHAN

his first instinct, no matter what, is to make sure you feel safer now.

he’ll sit you down on the couch, staying close beside you and rubbing your back while reiterating that whoever that man was is gone now.

i’ve always liked to think he’d be good to have around in the event of a panic attack. especially if you’re the type of person who needs physical and verbal reassurance. back rubs, hugging, and breathing reminders galore.

once you’ve calmed down, he would wipe away your tears and hold you close to him as he asks you about the rest of your day.

he’s an amazing listener and he can’t wait to hear about the latest employee or customer gossip lmao

but more importantly, it would take your mind off things, which is all he truly wants.

if you start looking a bit gloomy or drifting off in thought, he’d probably suggest some cuddle time !! he would make sure to remind you of how courageous you were in that moment before promising you one last time that you’re safer now, here with him.

you’d finally fall asleep in his arms, filling him with relief.

◈ MINHO

first reaction: absolutely pissed.

not at you of course, but at the guy who was following you. with you still in his arms, he glances pointedly out the front door and the windows, closing the blinds after giving the entire apartment a once-over.you end up in the bedroom, in which he’ll guide you to sit beside him on the bed.

his expression will have completely changed from anger to loving concern. he’d look deeply into your eyes while holding both your hands in his, assuring you that you’re safe now.while you continue to cry, you explain what had happened in more detail. he strokes your hair as you speak and nods along, blood boiling.

he can’t stand the thought of any person making you feel unsafe. but, he’d maintain a calm exterior in order to make you feel more at ease.

once you describe the whole situation, he’d reassure you once again that the man can’t get to you now.

“he’ll have to get through me.”

you giggle.

“hEY”

◈ CHANGBIN

i think he’d have a similar reaction to minho !!

very visibly pissed that some random guy had the nerve to intimidate you. that dude’s lucky he didn’t follow you the whole way home or else he’d probably be pretty uh. damaged. by now..

he’d sit you down on the couch, do a quick check-in at each of the windows and doors, and come back as soon as he can to console you.

when he does, he’s quick to sit beside you, arm wrapped around you with the other wiping the tears off of your face.

after you explain the situation a bit more clearly, he becomes even more angry (probably mutters some curses under his breath)

but !!!! i think he’d really try his best to focus on cheering you up

asking you what you’d like to do for the rest of the night, if you’d like any food, if you’d like to sleep or stay up for a while.. etc.

plus he’d amp up the silly antics to make you forget about things !!

◈ HYUNJIN

i think his physical reaction would become similar to yours. very quickly.

like once he sees your tears and senses your quickened pulse. his immediate response (whether voluntary or not) would be to emulate you.

so, naturally, he’d hold you in his arms and let you cry it out, while small sobs of his own escape him.

seeing you so scared is a scary feeling.

of course, he’d reassure you that you’re safe !!! he’d look into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ears, and tell you that it’s all over now and that you’re safe.

you, of course, don’t want him to feel sad or scared, so you’d console him as well.

you two would comfort each other the whole rest of the night. i think the most probable option would be the two of you cuddled up in bed watching a movie or reading webtoons together

distraction !! but make it a drama !! or a romcom because .. vibes !!

and when you decide it’s time for bed (however late that may be due to the stress from earlier) he’d be sure to remind you that he’ll be with you all night & when you wake up

(but he’s also secretly clinging onto you out of fear as well kdjfgj)

◈ JISUNG

“oh sh- oh sHIT-”

wouldn’t know what in the fuck to do

would haphazardly check all the windows like minho did, holding your hand as you continue to cry

after he’s done, he’d cling to you and hold you SO very tight <3

lots of “shh shh baby.. baby shhhh” and all that jazz.. you know the sungie vibes…

he’d stroke your hair and arms, noticing your slight shakiness and suggesting you both cuddle for some extra comfort and warmth

no matter what time of night it is, he’d turn off the lights and cuddle with you as you describe the event in more detail

quiet & calm

even if you end up crying again while you speak, he’s there to brush the tears off your face with his thumb and help you calm down again

◈ FELIX

before you came, he might have cooked a small meal for the two of you to share. even though you worked late, it’d still be waiting for you when you arrive. he’d wait too.

when you do happen to burst through the door, he’d jump and gasp out of fear but he’s quick to run up to you and hold you as you let out everything you’d held in during your walk-turned-chase

also !! will help you get settled in as you describe what went down

helping you take off your coat and shoes, getting water for you, grabbing some blankets; all while listening intently and giving you all of his attention

once you’re seated on the couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he could find and staying hydrated after such a harrowing event, he’d be sure to hold you as close as possible to remind you that everything’s okay

eventually, through his subtle gestures and calming demeanor, you won’t even realize how you got situated !! he just knows what to do to make you as comfortable as possible without even trying all that hard

you may choose to skip dinner, but no matter what, he’ll be holding you close the whole night through to make sure you know he’s there to protect and care for you

◈ SEUNGMIN

he’s very methodical about how to proceed. his first instinct is to do what some of the others would and check the house, but he decides to help you calm down first.

you’re rambling about what happened in between sobs and quick breaths, which sends a pain through his heart as he shuts and locks the door.

if you’re shorter than him, he’d bend a little to make direct eye contact with you. he’ll rub your arms and tell you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore

the most calming and reassuring voice in the whole world omg !!!!!!

he’d wipe your tears away and cup your face with both of his hands, prompting you to look back into his eyes before smiling at you

“you’re safe now, right?”

you smile back at him, nodding.

“now, let’s lock all the doors so no bad guys can get in!”

then, he’d take your hand and let you help him lock the doors and shut the curtains, making it feel like a chore instead of a precaution

and for your “good work”, he’d reward you with some binge watching & cuddle time !!! (as if that wasn’t the original plan skjdfg)

◈ JEONGIN

(under his breath, eyes wide) “oh my god…”

i think he’d start freaking out a bit like hyunjin did, but he’d do his very best to hide it. he knows he has to be strong to help you calm down and feel safe.

like felix, he’d help you take off your coat and shoes, leading you over to the couch as you shakily describe what happened.

(i’m sorry i keep making comparisons to the other members bUT) like minho, he’d hold your hands in his, rubbing them softly with his thumbs to soothe your nerves as you let everything out

he’d try to cheer you up by suggesting alternative motives the man might’ve had instead of wanting to harm you

for instance:

jeongin: “what if he was lost and needed directions but he was too shy to ask because you’re so pretty/handsome?”

you: “babe i don’t think-”

jeongin: “OR what if he thought he knew you !!”

you: “but he-”

jeongin: “WHAT IF IT WAS BATMAN-”

overall, his aim is to distract you (as well as himself), which ends in success. you’ll both be in stitches by the end of the night

and… laughing is super tiring, right?

therefore, as reiterated throughout all of these reactions because we all know it’s true:

CUDDLESSSS

oh also.. right before you fall asleep in his arms, he’d ask if you want to leave the light on during the night :( bc he’s a cutie :((((

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biggest-stupidhead · 4 years ago

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just saw ur most recent work so good!! how about the ignoring bc prank with levi? with lots of angst but fluff at the end? ( ⸝•ᴗ•⸝)♡

haha I love these because I just know that Levi wouldn’t be big on social media so he would take these pranks ( any pranks really) to heart and would get butt hurt like the old man that he is.

Also I kinda took my own spin on it hope that’s alright lol <3

Summary: You accidentally ignore Levi.

Word Count: 1.1K

You were bored. It had been a dull week, same as any other week. You went to work, where you spent the entire day sitting at a boring desk, you came home to Levi, who was doing work even though he had been off for an hour. You two would make dinner together while you listened to classical music, you’d eat the dinner. Then you would go to bed and do it all over again the next day. It wasn’t that you were unhappy with the domestic lifestyle that you and Levi had adopted, but it was just...hard to get used to.

You were only 25, compared to Levi’s 38 years of age. Your friends were all out drinking on the weekend, and had been begging you to join them. You and Levi had been dating for a solid year now yet you still felt guilty whenever you left him alone by himself, and he was always opposed to joining in. So you sat anxiously at the counter in Levi’s apartment, wearing a jean skirt and a pair of ripped tights with a loose turtle neck sweater. You had dressed with the idea of going out for a drink with your friends in mind, Mikasa had basically told you that you were going.

Now all that was left was to tell Levi. The jingle of his keys in the lock made your stomach flip with nerves. It wasn’t that Levi was controlling your life, more like he was just accustomed to his own routine and not willing to stray from it. He came into the kitchen with a deep sigh. He set his keys down on the counter top and leaned into your back, pressing his nose into your nape.

“Hm why so dressed up?” He inquired as he pulled your curled locks aside to plant a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I’m going out with the girls tonight, I should be back in an hour or two.” You said as you turned to loop your arms around his neck as he settled between your legs.

“What time will you be back?” Levi mumbled into your neck and you hummed thoughtfully.

“Probably around 10?” You said as you ran your fingers through his silky hair.

“Why so late?” Levi practically whined as he nuzzled deeper into you.

“It’s not even late, besides you’ll be up when I get back anyway.” You giggled, fingers snagging on a knot in his hair, causing him to grunt in pain.

“Fair enough. Just...be back soon.” He sighed as he pulled away from you to study your face. You beamed back at him and leaned in to place an affectionate peck on his lips.

“Of course sweetie.” You assured him as you pulled back and slipped off of the stool, slinging your purse over your shoulder.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.” you said over your shoulder as you left, Levi frowned after you as you left, sad to see you go.

“Is he texting you again?” Sasha asked when she caught you looking at your phone for the tenth time in the past two minutes.

“...uhhhh” Mikasa snatched your phone from your grasp and slid it into her own pocket.

“Damn shorty, always so clingy.” Mikasa grumbled as she lifted her beer to her lips.

“You know how he gets.” you said with a sigh as you swirled your drink around in your glass.

“I sure do, and I’m tired of him always keeping you cooped up in that snotty apartment!” Mikasa was agitated, she and Levi had never really gotten along, even though they were cousins.

“Okay, well half of the time I enjoy being there.” You snorted as you lifted your glass to your lips.

“Half of the time.” Sasha pointed out as she shoved another piece of garlic bread into her mouth.

“No that’s-”

“Admit it (Y/n), you miss going out and doing stuff people your age do.” Ymir huffed from across the table, an arm lazily slung over Historia’s shoulders.

“Maybe....”

“Just don’t text him for the last few hours, enjoy yourself.” Annie suggested, you knew that this must mean a lot to them if even Annie was giving you her two cents.

“Fine.” You relented and Sasha lifted her arm to order another round of shots.

When you wandered back into Levi’s apartment three hours later the room was dark. You were about an hour later than you had told Levi that you would be back. You tiptoed through the apartment, grabbing a glass of water before wandering back into the bedroom. The lights were off in there as well, even the small lamp that Levi usually left on to provide light for his late night reading. You saw the shape of him laying in the bed, his back to you. You quickly changed into your nightwear before climbing into bed beside him. He shifted away from you with a grunt. You knew that he was wide awake, so you slung an arm over his waist and nuzzled into his nape, much like he had done to you earlier.

“Sleepy?” You hummed as you placed an open mouthed kiss to his neck.��

“Murgh.” Levi groaned unintelligibly as you continued to kiss along his neck.

“What’s wrong huh?” You were patient, you knew that he was stubborn and preferred to keep his emotions to himself.

“Nothing.” Levi snapped as he tried to squirm away from you. You whimpered at the loss of contact and shuffled closer again. This time he rolled over to face you, steel eyes narrowed and mouth turned downwards. You leaned in and stole a quick kiss.

“You can tell me.” You said as you pressed another kiss to his lips and he sighed against you, wrapping his arm around you.

“Why are you late?” He asked as you froze halfway up to his lips.

“Lost track of time I guess.” You shrugged, closing the gap and kissing him again.

“Mikasa took my phone, sorry about missing your texts.” You apologized as you pressed another kiss to his jaw.

“Let me make it up to you.” You offered and Levi hummed in approval as he pulled you flush against him, happy to have your attention once more.

“I’ll let it slide just this once.” He teased as he rolled his head back to let your kiss down his throat.

“So kind of you.” You said, pausing over his pulse point.

“Just don’t ignore me again.” Levi’s voice was vulnerable, and you pulled back to meet his eyes sincerely.

“I won’t.” You spoke softly, you knew when you had entered this relationship that it would be a lot of work, due to Levi’s rocky past. But you also knew that he was worth it and deserved all of the love and softness that he could get. So you took these types of things in stride, hoping to show him that no matter how difficult he was, you would be willing to stay by his side.

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revengeisourlullaby · 3 years ago

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If I Never Knew You Pt.1

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, arranged marriage plot, kinda royal au, some fighting, secret relationship, angst.

a/n: This is going to be a six part series. I’ve never done a series before, but I write so much anyway I thought why not make one. I’ll probably upload each part daily unless there is demand for them to come faster. I hope you enjoy. Requests/asks will be open if you wanna send smth to me! Although I will admit I am kinda slow in finishing requests. I have a lot to balance in my life so my apologies if I don’t get to them immediately!

Word count: 1.8K

Loki x female!reader

The sun shone through the window of your home, the golden rays warming up your cheeks and waking you from your slumber. Sitting up, you stretched, feeling the sleep vibrate out of your body. Tossing the sheets off your body, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to begin your morning routine. Finishing with tending to the mass of hair on your head you trailed back into your bedroom to change into clothes appropriate for the day. An array of dresses always leaving you indecisive about what to wear.

Settling on an olive green one you walked towards the mirror and fastened the ties around the back of your neck. The loose sleeves draped over your shoulders, cascading down your back, and gold accents adorning the neckline. Finding your shoes, you slipped out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you, and walked down the hallway, the chatter of your family becoming more clear as you near the entrance of the main room.

“Good morning, mother. Father.”

It seemed you had slept in quite a bit, given your parents already eating breakfast. Your mother piped up

“There’s a portion left for you on the counter, my dear.”

Eying the food you decided you weren’t all that hungry yet. You had just woken up and your body had yet to settle. Declining, you grabbed your satchel and began to walk towards the door.

“But Y/N, you should really eat something before starting your day.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom. I promise. I’m just not that hungry right now. I’ll eat when I get back.”

Finally reaching the door, your father chimed in,

“You know, Y/N, just because you try to avoid the obvious, doesn’t mean it’s going to go away any sooner.”

Dropping your head, you sighed. You couldn’t seem to escape the duties of being a young woman in a world where royal obligations were something you were expected to partake in. Upon reaching the age of 18, you were supposed to be on the lookout for a decent suitor of a husband. The fact of the matter was, you were now approaching 22 and had yet to find someone acceptable, not only by your standards but by your parents.

For this uniting of peoples would also be a uniting of families. You had until your 21st birthday to find a man suitable to everyone's liking and if you didn’t, arranged marriage was the next option. No one wanted to be known as the woman in Asgard who couldn’t get a man to offer his hand in marriage, yet here you were in all your glory. It was frustrating.

If only they knew.

“I know, Dad. Things are a little bit harder when I have to seek my parents' approval for my marriage.”

Your tone became short, frustrated at the entire situation. You already had someone, for a while now actually, but you hadn’t the guts to inform your parents because you knew they would shut him down. So you loved in silence. It was more than painful, not being able to be truly open with your lover, but you had yet to find the right time to pour out your heart to your family. Taking a deep breath, your grounded yourself and turned towards the door,

“I’ll be back later, I love you.”

Your mom got to responding before your father did,

“We love you too dear. Make sure to pay attention to who you’re around. Be safe.”

Smiling lightly you finally walked out the door and stepped into the fresh air that was Asgard. It never got old. The scent of the trees and freshwater that surrounded this place sent one into such serenity. Just being outside could allow your mind to drift elsewhere and forget about the troubles in your life. Walking as far as you could from your home you spaced out in the direction you were going.

Coming back to when you accidentally kicked a pebble across the ground. Looking up you found yourself in one of the many gardens that surrounded Asgard. Walking to a marble bench, you scrunched up some of your dress in your hands, folding one leg under you before sitting atop it. Crossing your other leg across it and letting the fabric of your dress fall to the ground.

Pulling your satchel into your lap, you grabbed your journal out of it and began to sketch the garden in front of you. Paying special attention to the detail of the flowers, wanting to make sure you entirely captured the essence of their beauty on paper. Lost in concentration, you failed to hear the footsteps approaching behind you. It wasn’t until you felt a hand rub small circles into your shoulder that you turned around.

Hair fell in your face, obscuring your view of who was in front of you. Bringing your hand up to place your hair away from your face you dropped your pen on the ground. You went to reach for it, but a separate pair of hands grabbed it first.

“You seem to be quite the mess today, my darling.”

A genuine smile stretched across your features before looking up into the enchanting blue of his eyes.

“Loki, hi! What are you doing out here?”

Sitting down next to you, careful to avoid your dress he spoke,

“Well, I was informed that a beautiful lady was sitting in the garden in front of the palace so of course, I had to go inspect the situation. And upon seeing a stunning shade of green draped over the bench, I had to introduce myself.”

An airy laugh left your throat, blithe being showcased across your being.

“If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you fancy this beautiful woman.”

“How could I not? Her beauty extends beyond the physical. She's incredibly intelligent and the only one to unconditionally show kindness and love to those who deserve it. It’d be incredibly injudicious of me to not be aware of that.”

“Alright, alright Loki, you’ve buttered me up enough.” you chuckled

“It’s never enough, darling. And it’s not buttering you up if it’s true, which it is. So, against your wishes, I shall continue to do it.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Looking down at his hands, you placed yours on top of his and gazed into his eyes once more. Glancing down to his lips and back up to his eyes, you slowly leaned in, Loki meeting you halfway. A kiss so tender you forgot it was Loki whose lips were tangled in a dance with your own.

Loki moved his hand out from underneath yours and placed it on your cheek. You pulled away from the kiss and nestled your head into his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek allowing you to relish in the moment of being with each other. Flashing your eyes back up to his you asked,

“Shall we go for a walk?”

“Why not?”

Stuffing your journal and pen back into your satchel you untangled your legs and got up from the bench, Loki helping you stand up so that you didn’t trip on your dress. Taking your hand in his own, you two walked through the garden on a path that would eventually lead you to the entrance of the palace.

“I’ve missed you Loki. I always miss you, I hate being away from you.”

“I know my love, I do as well, but you of all people know our predicament.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned in haste to stop him as well, making him face you. You brought both your hands up to cup his face, an idea flashing bright behind your eyes,

“Well, maybe we can change it! We can be the change to get rid of this stupid rule. I can’t imagine my life without you Loki. I don’t want to have to share my world with someone else. It’s only ever going to be you.”

Bringing his hands up to your wrists, he looked deep into your eyes, sorrow and hope swimming behind his facial features.

“Maybe we can, although we have to prepare for the worst...but that doesn't mean we can’t try.”

Giving a small smile, he moved his hands to the back of your head, thumb caressing your temple, and leaned in to kiss you. Giving you all the reassurance you could’ve asked for. Pulling away from each other you continued down the path hand in hand. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, serenity washing over you.

Opening your eyes, you realized you were closing in on the front of the palace meaning you would now be in the public eye and the last thing you wanted was more gossip to fall upon you. Looking at your lover, you stopped walking, halting him in his tracks. Forcing him to turn around and look at you.

“What is it?”

You sighed, suddenly being overcome with emotion.

“Well, if we walked any further, everyone would see us and I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for you…”

“...Trouble? For me?”

Loki scoffed, his signature smirk following.

“Love, all I’m known for is for causing trouble, I wouldn’t mind another notch on my belt.”

You were hesitant. You loved Loki and you knew your feelings were reciprocated through him, but it was difficult breaking from the chains of what you ‘were supposed to do’. It left you in such dissonance and yet you felt in your heart to rebel so fiercely that Asgard would immortalize your change. Your silence alerted Loki and he spoke again,

“Y/N, if we are to ever make any sort of change we cannot hide in the shadows anymore. We cannot separate and scatter like roaches when the light is shined upon us. We must bask in it. That is the only way we can possibly aspire to reach our goal of loving one another in true fulfillment.”

“You’re right.”

“I always am.”

You placed your hand back in his and Loki smiled down at you.

“Ready to have the target on your back, Y/N?”

“As long as you’re by my side, I can handle anything.”

Walking out of the secluded area of the garden, you finally stepped into the light. For the first time in the last year being open about your courtship with Loki. Asgard’s God of Mischief and your parent’s worst nightmare. You felt armored for anything to be hurled in your direction with Loki was by your side and always would be.

The anxiety of it all had yet to drain from your bones and you couldn’t help but draft up ‘what ifs’ in your head. As if Loki was scavenging through your brain, he gave your hand an inspiriting squeeze, bringing you back into your body and out of your head. If only you knew how the whispers of your choice in partnership would rain the fires of hell all too soon.

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