#I suppose this is the culprit of my Almost Used Up Red

[aghastro]

Another instance of "I had a dream I painted this, so I painted it when I woke up" The Egg Room.

[circusofthelastdays]

mage hand & graded papers

warnings: MDNI, NSFW, post epilogue, afab fem reader, inappropriate use of mage hand, gale uses mage hand to get you off while grading papers.

You traipse into Gale's study, a thin robe adorning your body, loosely tied. Hair falls over your shoulders, the strong scent of your lavender soap wafting through the house. A bath would help, was the assumption in your mind. Maybe some relaxation would quell the ravenous need for your husbands touch, you thought.

Yet here you stand, the aching feeling of arousal pulsing in your core as you lean against the doorway to his study. You eye him from behind, debating on whether or not you would bother him. It's clear that he's busy- he's been working for hours. You stand there watching him, hunched over his desk, reading glasses on and quill in hand. Papers are scattered across his desk, ones you can only assume are his students.

Even the sight of him like this has your current arousal ever growing, and your face heating up. "Gale, are you almost done?" you ask him, knowing that if he turns around to face you it'll be clear why you want to know.

"No where near, I still have about twenty papers to grade." He answers you, not even bothering to look away from the paper he is marking up with red ink.

Your lips curl into a frown, "oh, that's fine- I'll just uhm... I'll go cook dinner or something I suppose."

You step back from the doorway, not wanting to disturb his work any further. Still, you can't help but stand there and observe him a bit longer with a yearning look.

Gale turns from his desk when he hears the defeat in your voice, pulling his reading glasses down the bridge of his nose to get a good look at you. He sees the flush on your face, your half tied robe, and the way you try to subtly squeeze your thighs together while standing there.

"Come here, my love." He says, directing you with a pointed finger to come to his side.

Without hesitation, you go to his side, expecting that you'll be getting what you so desperately crave. Gale, however, has other ideas. He gently grasps your arm, and pulls you down onto his lap.

"Sit here with me, for just a bit?" he says, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your neck after. He picks up his quill again, dipping it in red ink, and looks back down at the papers he is grading, paying no mind to you fidgeting on his lap.

So you do as he asks, despite how much you desire to do more, to have him touch you in anyway. And oh, what you would give to have him take you against his desk... you can't help but squirm in his lap at the thought of it. You sit there silently for awhile, watching him grade papers and listening to nothing but his breathing and the scratching of his quill against paper. He places more chaste kisses on your neck and shoulder every so often, effectively worsening your arousal, and you know damn well he's doing this on purpose.

At least twenty minutes have passed before you hear him utter anything, but you can't quite catch what is was. "Hmm? What was that?" you ask, trying to get Gale to repeat what he said.

"Oh nothing, dear," he says, with a cheeky smirk on his face that you cannot see. "just mumbling about these papers."

A moment passes, and then you feel a light brush against your leg. However, you think you must be imagining things. Both of Gale's hands are hard at work above the desk. You feel it again, more apparent this time as it trails up your thigh, and pulls at your robe.

You quickly look down, and realize what's happening. A shimmering, blue, and sheer hand is the culprit. The incantation for mage hand, that must've been what Gale uttered.

"Gale?" you speak his name in a questioning tone, facing heating up at the implications of this situation, "what are you doing?"

"Isn't this what you wanted, my love?" He says, controlling the hand to pull open your robe so your body is on display for him, proceeding to trail the sheer hand over your breasts, and down to your hips.

The hand ghosts over your wet cunt, collecting some slick- a shiver runs down your spine, and your head falls back onto Gale's shoulder. "You're a fucking tease."

"Am I?" he replies, this time making the hand touch you with more purpose. It glides over your folds, before hooking two fingers inside whilst simultaneously circling your clit with its translucent thumb. "I'm just giving you what you crave."

"You know damn well this isn't what I had in mind..." you start to complain, but the hand speeds up, expertly touching you exactly how you like it. Your lips part, a slew of needy whimpers and whining spilling out of you, as your poised nature comes crumbling down.

"Hush, now. I'm still working." Gale chides, in a tone that is clearly meant to taunt you further. However, he himself makes no move to touch you, he only adjusts the reading glasses on his face and goes back to grading the papers on his desk. Yet, the translucent hand continues its ministrations, so his concentration is not entirely on his work, no matter how much he pretends it is.

You try to be quiet, really, you do. Though the situation at hand makes it incapable to do so, especially since the mage hand seems to double down on it's efforts the more you squirm and choke down moans in attempt to be quiet. He's messing with you, threatening your resolve and challenging your ability to follow instructions.

Gale's left hand strays away from his work, and wraps around your waist to keep you from moving around, "Stop squirming, dear. You're distracting me."

It cannot be helped though, you're too far gone. Pleasure is building in your core as the mage hand doesn't seem to let up, merely moments away from tumbling over the edge. You're practically panting with need, the occasional moan of your lover's name included in the lewd sounds that fill the room. You can't tell what's more sinful, the sound of your wetness or the muffled sounds of ecstasy that slip off your tongue.

Gale chuckles quietly at your muted whimpers and feeble attempts to stay quiet for him- he dares to hush you for a second time. "Shh, you're okay..." He says, but there's something about the way he says it, his tone sensual, and with a sloppy kiss placed against your neck. It has you positively reeling.

The cord tightening within your stomach finally snaps, and the pleasure becomes overwhelming. Gale's name falls off your lips like a chant, like it's the only word you can remember. The translucent hand continues its onslaught, working you through the waves of your orgasm, Gale holding you still on his lap until your body is spent. He groans at the sight of you, unable to ignore his own arousal now.

The mage hand finally dissipates out of existence, and you think you're done, as you lean back onto your husband's chest.

"ah, ah-" he chastises you, before hastily pushing the papers to the side of his desk, as well as the ink that spills across them. The spilled ink is a problem for later, he could not care less. "I'm not done with you just yet..."

He hoists you onto his desk, and spreads your legs, trailing gentle kisses up your thighs. A needy growl escapes him as he licks a stripe across your soaked cunt, before his lips continue the path up your body to their rightful destination.

"Work can wait," Gale's lips connect with yours, with desperation and heat, passion coursing through him. As he pulls away, he grabs hold of your chin, and gently coaxes you to make eye contact, "I need you more."

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[madddays]

camera shy

pairing: yoongi x reader (f) summary: after his last Oakland show, you carve out a little alone time with your husband, away from the stage lights and the cameras and the million people who always seem to be around rating/genre: explicit // fluff + smut + slice of life-ish (it’s a tour fic!) + an attempt at humour warnings: smut -- oral + fingering (f receiving), missionary, unprotected sex (they’re married it’s fine), terribly thought-out plot note: hello!!! i haven’t written anything in this format in a long time (poetry is my medium of choice) so pls be gentle!! also this is set in what is the “current timeline” but is of course fictional and i took every creative liberty i could :) also there was supposed to be a little bit at the end that i cut out bc reader was getting a little too cuckoo but that’s where the title came from and i couldn’t think of another. okay. anyway. 

Being on tour is exhausting.

You’re not sure you have the right to complain – you’re not the one performing high-energy shows in sold out arenas every night. But you are lifting your share of your husband’s emotional weight as he does his solo tour. His first solo tour, as is stressed to you. 

And you’re dodging cameras left and right. While it was impossible for you to stay out of the picture completely — the team at HYBE had convinced you that there was no need to hide your presence — being an idol’s wife didn’t really make you the most… sympathetic character. 

So you try to keep the complaining to a minimum. 

“If I have to duck out of one more cameraman’s way today…” you grumble under your breath. Sejin laughs. 

“There’s only so long they can spend in your room,” he placates. “And tomorrow you’ll have use of the business centre again.”

You harrumph. Fucking businesspeople using the business centre for their business shit. Hunkering down over your laptop again, you attempt once more to read over the article you needed to finish editing tonight. You’re finally making a little headway, getting into the groove, and then —

“That’s it!” you snap in English, frantically trying to catch the open water bottle that almost spilled all over your computer. The culprit, a man looking through the lens of his giant stupid camera on his giant stupid tripod, glances at you with a bored expression. 

“Whoops,” he says lightly, wheeling the contraption slightly to the left of where he’d bumped the desk. “Should probably keep that closed.”

You see red. Just as you’re about to toss this man and his equipment out the 50th story window, your husband appears. 

“Jagiya,” Yoongi murmurs to you, placing a grounding hand at the side of your face. You instantly relax about fifty percent. “I’m sorry, just the rest of the afternoon.”

You look up at him, at his soft pleading face. He’s turned away from the filming crew, hiding both his expression and yours. You relax the rest of the way, resting in his palm, a little guilt creeping in. 

It’s not his fault. Obviously, everything was going to be filmed — a BTS member’s first solo tour. There was going to be a documentary, and like it or not, you were going to be in it. As marginally as possible, everyone had insisted, but you couldn’t afford to look bad. Unfortunate that the filming crew was full of a bunch of dicks who didn’t give a shit about anyone who wasn’t the star. “No,” you shake your head, “I’m sorry. I know you hate this as much as I do, probably more. I’ll try to be good.”

At this, Yoongi smiles, shoulders jerking with a laugh. “I’m not asking for a miracle,” he teases. “Just a little patience.” You roll your eyes. You can behave. 

Just then, the same nimrod shoots a look at you, almost goading, as Sejin picks up your laptop and its accessories so the Christopher Nolan wannabe can put some more douchebag equipment where it just was. You look Yoongi straight in the eyes, dead serious. “If that man crosses me one more time, I’m going to kill him. And I’m going to film it with his stupid fucking camera.”

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Most people expect you to be ecstatic about the proximity to free tickets that being married to Yoongi brings. And you love watching him perform. Up on the stage, in his element. He’s never more radiant than when he’s singing and rapping, leaning in close to the edge of the stage so he can look into the fans’ eyes — gloss, a fitting name for the shining star you see giving his all. 

And the confidence is incredibly sexy. So you have a competency kink, sue you. 

But god is it tiring being there. Even in the nosebleeds, or in the VIP box. You can’t exactly abandon Yoongi afterwards, so you have to make your way discreetly backstage with the security team, and then you wait through the undressing and the debriefing and the security checks and the filming. Sometimes the media circus. Only then can you sneak into a car with him and head back to the hotel. 

So you stay behind tonight. It’s the last day of the American leg, and you’ve already seen a few spectacular shows. You have your own life, your own responsibilities. Which includes deadlines. 

You were able to come with Yoongi for this leg of the tour because you’d promised your boss an exclusive — first dibs on Agust D’s experience touring in the U.S. While you wouldn’t be allowed to take part in the spread (a very clear conflict of interest, no bueno) you’re excited for it. The potential of the photoshoot alone is making your head spin. 

But part of the deal was also to keep working. The list of articles your Senior Editor ass has to go over is slowly dwindling, this feature on Korea’s impact on global fashion getting to the finish line. 

“Yes!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the now blessedly empty hotel room. Email with the finished article sent, you roll your chair to look straight into the little camera that’s trained on the desk Yoongi’s claimed and flip it the bird. 

Job done and borderline invasive filming (it’s only on when Yoongi decides to get some working shots for them, but still) disrespected, there’s not much left to do but wait. 

When the third time cycling through all your social media apps doesn’t provide any groundbreaking entertainment, you decide to call down to reception for some reading material. It’s not technically work if you’re just reading a dozen trashy ‘Who Wore It Best?’ segments. “Anne Hathaway, hwaiting!” you mutter to yourself.

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A couple hours later, you’re still thoroughly immersed in your magazines and your music, completely missing the cacophony in the hallway. The knock on your door startles you so thoroughly you hit your head against the headboard. 

“Unnie, are you okay?” asks Ari, one of the stylists. “I was coming to call you to eat!”

“Oh, you’re all back! One sec!” You scramble off the bed, excited to see the aftermath of the show. You barely remember to put on a pair of pants before rushing out the door, Ari’s surprised face greeting you. “Thanks, Ari-yah,” you grin, locking arms with her. “How was the show?”

“It was great! Oppa is always good, but tonight he was especially energetic.” Her face screws up a little. “He ripped another one of the jackets, though.”

An inconvenience to her, but you don’t share the irritation. Yoongi’s broad shoulders busting his clothes, yum. “Oh,” you say anyway, your sympathy unconvincing, “that’s annoying.” Ari snorts.

“Sure. At least it’s new costumes for the next leg. We’ll refit them.”

You practically vibrate with excitement at that. “I haven’t seen them yet! I’m sure you all did an awesome job!” 

She blushes. “I think it’ll be good! They’re not totally finalized yet, but I’ll send you a ton of pictures.” Her eye drops in a wink, making you giggle delightedly. 

Dinner is a buffet in one of the conference rooms of your beloved business centre. One of the security team members escorts you down with a group of the staff, but most people had gone down earlier, apparently very hungry. Yoongi among them. As you approach the doors, you hear someone complaining to him that they should’ve done this at a restaurant and where is his sense of celebration.

“Come on,” you hear him grumble. “It’s not like the entire tour is over. We can all go out tomorrow.”

You snort. “And then tomorrow you’ll say ‘tomorrow never comes’.” If it were happening to someone else, you’d never let them live down how quickly their husband’s head snapped towards them, but you make an exception because yours is so cute. 

Despite his enthusiastic surprise, he doesn’t miss a beat. “Great, now I have to come up with a new excuse. Thanks for that,” he rolls his eyes, but immediately swaps the empty plate you grab with the one he was filling up for himself, no room to argue. Your giddy mood sours a little when you catch sight of the filming crew again. 

Yoongi holds your hand over his bouncing knee and the two of you sneak food off and onto each other’s plates. The mood is bright and light, despite everyone’s obvious exhaustion (at least three people by your count are in danger of falling asleep into their food). You expect to see an extended shot of the staff and crew laughing and eating, a flushed Yoongi being plied with praise and encouragement, under some sort of pensive voiceover. 

And you’re right, because right after he’s done eating they whisk Yoongi away to do what is sure to be a thorough recount of his adventure in the States. You’re a little jealous that they get to hear all about it before you do. Fuckers. 

As the room starts to clear out, you bid everyone a good night and trudge back up to your room, planning to crawl into bed and wait for your husband. 

But when you open the door, he’s already there. Your immediate thought is that the air conditioning is up too high for him to leave his hair damp like that. Your second thought is how pretty he looks — sharp eyes focused on his legal pad, sinful hand flying across the page trying to get down whatever lyrics are thundering through his brain, cheeks flushed and pouty mouth puckered. He must’ve gone straight from the shower to his desk.

After a few moments he must sense your eyes on him, because his writing falters and he turns to you, a soft smile breaking out across his face. Your heart flutters. 

“Hey!” he says happily, pulling out his earbuds. “I was waiting for you.”

“Clearly,” you laugh, moving to perch on the table in front of him. He pulls your feet into his lap, putting his papers aside. You resist the urge to sneak a peek, instead asking “did I interrupt something?”

“No,” he assures you. “I got everything important down. You were right on time.” His fingers are drumming on your thigh like there’s still something on his mind, but you’re feeling greedy tonight, so you let it slide.

“Apparently, I was late.” His hair is cold when you ruffle it. “Let me dry your hair. You still have schedules to make it to, can’t get sick.”

Under the gentle whirr of the expensive hair dryer and your hands in his soft locks, you coax out some of the details of the night from him. Stuff those production company jerks would never get to hear, wouldn’t think to ask about. How he was so glad to never have to wear one of his costumes ever again. The way he didn’t even feel the heat of the stage lights, the thing that drenched him in sweat (aside from the jumping and running around) was nerves. You laugh when he tells you about the girl in the pit who danced so hard the veil of her wedding dress outfit ended up on one of the lights. Your heart swells, swells, swells.

There’s still a restlessness about him when you’re done. You suggest he goes back to his desk but he shakes his head. “Let’s go to bed.” The first time in ages you can do so without the weight of anticipation and stress over him – hopefully it will settle whatever is making him twitchy.

There’s a spark of arousal in your belly when you feel his eyes on your backside as you change into your pyjamas. A breath stutters out of your mouth when you meet his sleepy gaze, getting a soft smirk in response. “Come here,” he says softly. “I missed you.”

In your eagerness to get to him, you collide with the bed a little too fast. “Oof,” you huff, making him laugh. He sits up to haul you into his side, another surprised noise leaving your mouth.

“Dummy,” he teases. “Not even safe in a cushy hotel room.” You kick at his shin.

“Quit giving me bedroom eyes then.” You see his eyes sparkle and mouth start to open and smack a hand over it. “Yes, we are in a bedroom, ha ha, you are very funny.”

He moves your hand away, unimpressed. “It is a funny joke,” he grumbles. Truly funny thing is, if he’d said it, you would’ve laughed. You’re down horrendously and he knows it, although you do your best to keep his ego in check at least some of the time.

Giggling anyway, you let him press you closer to his chest. You especially love him like this, warm and soft and silly and all to yourself. 

Yoongi turns over onto his good shoulder to face you, tipping your chin up. His gaze flits across your face, tender and deep, like he can see everything you’re thinking. You hope he can. You think he does. “I love you,” he murmurs, and he kisses you.

Your eyes flutter closed, relishing in this closeness. The way his mouth moves over yours, slow and deliberate. 

This isn’t a kiss just because, or goodnight or I’ll be right back, this is a kiss because I want to be touching you. I want to breathe you in. I want to forget everything but you.

You let out a sigh. Yoongi hums against you, a rumble you feel in his chest, and slides his tongue to meet yours. He shifts some more so he’s over you, braced on his forearm. It’s urgent now, but the way he licks into your mouth is languid, a creeping heat. 

He knows just how you like it, just how to drive you wild. Where you push and pull and grasp at him, he slows you, pins you down, makes you feel every second like it’s an hour.

When he pulls away, panting slightly, you realize – it’s been a long time. The last time the two of you had had a chance to get horizontal (or otherwise) had been the week you left Korea. More than a month ago. No wonder you’re so desperate for him, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him back in, feeling his smug little grin against your mouth. 

He grabs at your hip with his other hand, and just that contact, his hand deliberate against the bare skin between your shirt and pyjama shorts, is enough to have you gasping.

He pulls away again with a low chuckle. “I’ve been neglecting you, my love,” he noses against your jaw. The warmth of his breath makes you shiver.

“You’ve been such a good wife,” he continues, sitting back on his heels, raking his gaze over you. His tone is soft but his eyes are so, so hungry. You reach for him, desperate to be back under his body, but he just smiles, closed mouth and innocent. “Shh, let your husband take care of you.”

He climbs back over you, settles his weight on you like he knows you like and hovers an inch from your face. His hair, longer again, hangs in his eyes, but you can see the mischievous shine in them. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Yoongi,” you whine. His smile grows even bigger, but before you can crush your lips to his he leans down and kisses you, slow and searing again. 

“I’ll make you feel good,” he promises, mouthing down your neck. You know he’s going to leave marks, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It’s been so long since you’ve felt properly like his. “Smell so sweet,” he sighs, opening the top button of your sleep shirt and burying his face between your tits. “Sweet, sweet girl.”

You moan, sensitive from his touch. “You’re –” he nips at you, drawing more breathy noises from your mouth. “You’re unusually talkative tonight.”

He smiles up at you. “You like it,” he says simply. And you do. You want him to keep telling you how you look and feel to him, what he’s going to do to you.

You start to fall apart under his mouth, his hands, his words. Soon your shirt is gone, tits shiny with his saliva. “Your fucking tongue,” you grab his hair, hold him in place, and his groan against your skin makes your sensitive nipples shoot fireworks into your brain. He presses your tits together tighter, sucking them noisily in turn as you grind up against his hardening cock.

“Taste fucking perfect,” his voice is so deep. Your pussy is already clenching, desperate for him. 

Yoongi helps you out of your pyjama shorts, wanting you completely bare to him. “Need to see you, jagi.” He settles between your legs, settled over his shoulders. His warm mouth over your cunt has you spreading them wider, eager.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbles approvingly, expecting the ensuing flood from your pussy. He uses two of his long, callused fingers to spread it all over, sliding almost coincidentally over your clit. Your hips cant towards his hand, wanting more than anything to have them inside you – fuck. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Yoongi, please,” you choke. It’s getting nearly unbearable, this desperation. You’re so wet, so sensitive, your entrance clenching around nothing.

“Pretty, pretty,” he says in a soft rasp, talking to himself. He gets comfortable between your legs and you can see his sharp, dark eyes zero in on your cunt, tongue wetting his lips like someone’s set a meal in front of him. You suppose you have.

“Ahhh-hhhh,” you moan, the first broad sweep of his tongue over your folds like electricity. Like he’d just set a firecracker off inside of you – buzzing and sparking from the tips of your toes to your scalp. Eyes squeezed shut, a broken noise comes out of your mouth. 

He keeps going, lapping at your pussy in an even rhythm and making low sounds of appreciation. It’s so, so wet you’re sure he must be drooling, and the thought is enough to have you clenching your legs together. “Careful, baby,” he says against your skin, but the vibrations of his voice are just fuel to the fire. “Watch me.”

You lean up shakily on your elbows, and the sight of him is nearly enough to knock you back down again. The mop of dark hair between your legs, working away as though you’re barely there, like he’s just using this to get himself off – except his eyes, watching you under the harsh slant of his eyebrows – shit shit it’s almost too much already.

“Fuck, baby, please,” you plead breathily, not even sure what you’re asking for. He’s already giving you everything you want. The close of his pouted lips around your clit has you jerking, the fiery crackle in your nerves making everything hazy except the places he’s touching you – big hands clamped around your thighs, face buried in your cunt, fingers pressed into the meat of your ass. He’d taken off the rest of his rings, but you can feel his wedding band pinching your skin slightly. Your matching one catches the light as you twist your hand into the sheets. “I need – I nee –” you break off, keening when he rubs a finger over your hole.

“Don’t worry, love,” he slides a digit in, feeling the way you clench around it desperately. “I know what my girl needs.” On the next stroke, he slides in a second finger, groaning when you clamp down on him. You collapse back onto the pillows, hips kicking up despite the way he’s pressing you into the mattress

You’d teased him mercilessly, way back when the two of you had started dating. “Tongue technology, huh? Do you have any songs where you’re not bragging about how good you eat pussy?” He’d only smiled, smug and amused, like he knew something you didn’t. 

Boy, did you find out. Again, and again, and again. The way he flicks his tongue over your clit, a fast, even tempo that has you curling your toes. Combined with how fast he’s pumping those long fingers in you, the squelching sounds absolutely obscene. 

“Another?” he asks, voice almost disinterested, betrayed only by how hoarse and low it’s become. You nod frantically, knowing you’re close. 

When he adds his ring finger, you know you’re done for. There’s a searing heat all down your body — your belly’s tight, your feet digging into Yoongi’s back with how tightly you have them tensed. Your face is flushed and sweaty and you can barely hear your own breathy whining through the rushing in your ears. It’s building, the wet slick of his tongue joining his fingers as your legs start to tremble around him, threatening to squeeze his neck, your hands finding their way into his hair to bring him with you when your back arches off the bed, and when he sucks your clit back between his lips —

“That’s it, fuck, baby,” he growls against you. He pumps you through your orgasm, almost struggling to get deep because of the way you’re gripped tight around them. Lets the gush of come slick his tongue further, shaking his head side to side as you ride out your aftershocks. You grind against his face, stuttering as the oversensitivity kicks in, whining when it becomes too much.

“N’more,” you slur, gasping when Yoongi eases out of you. He sits back on his heels again, his mouth, nose, and chin shiny from the way you’ve drenched him. 

He seems content to let it sit as he meets your eyes, popping his used fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back and groaning at the taste. “Pussy monster,” you sigh deliriously.

He laughs, having sucked his fingers clean. Pushing yourself up to lean back against the headboard, you try to get your bearings. Your legs are shaking a little and between them is still sensitive, but away from Yoongi the cold air of the hotel room makes your nipples tighten and you want more. 

Your husband focuses his attention back on you. Your legs, open just enough so he can see the mess he’s made of you, and the way your skin is flushed, from your face all the way down to your chest. You shiver. 

“Cold, sweetheart?” he asks in a low growl. He pulls his shirt off and wipes his face with it, giving you an uninterrupted moment to ogle him. His broad shoulders, defined chest and arms, and toned stomach. The tattoo on his pec. The dusting of hair leading from his belly button down, down, down…

“Warm me up,” you say coquettishly, spreading your legs further. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, reverent. Even after all these years, you have the exact same effect on him as the first time. It’s evident in the bulge in his pyjama pants that you eye hungrily. He wraps a hand around each of your ankles, pushing them up to bend your knees, crawling up so he can settle against you and lock your legs around his waist. 

You let out a pathetic little sound at the feeling of him against your cunt. You’re still leaking, juices sticking to the insides of your thighs and probably leaving a patch on his pants. “Baby,” you whine. He leans down to kiss you and the grind of his cock against you has you gasping. “Need it,” you whisper into his mouth. “How do you want me?”

Yoongi kisses you one more time, chaste, and shakes his head. “How does my sweet girl want it?”

You flush even warmer. “Like this,” you say shyly. Yoongi smiles at you, fucked out and endeared.

Your hands find their way to his sweaty skin like magnets. Shaky fingertips tracing from his hips up over the flat of his stomach, hard muscles twitching as he sighs under your touch. When you reach his chest, you look up at him from under your lashes – he’s already looking back at you, pretty mouth agape. “The abs are new. I like them.” Then you scratch your blunt nails down them, feeling the muscles jump under your hands. 

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning into you. You gasp at the twitch of his cock, the head rubbing your clit. “You’re in for it now.”

“Then fucking give it to me.”

He kisses you again, and he’s just so predictable. Despite his big talk and the way he’s pinning your hips down hard, he takes his time, opening you up to him. Your husband kisses like he drinks – slow and savoury, loves the taste of you, the way you make him feel dazed and light. Letting out little satisfied noises in response to the way you kiss him back, the way you let him have his way with you. If it were up to him, he’d work you up like this for hours. Drinking you in. 

Unfortunately for him, you’re worked up enough. He’s grinding into you in tiny movements but the sensitivity from your prior orgasm, the insistent press of his cock between your lips, and the knowledge that you haven’t had him inside you in probably the longest stretch of time since you’d met is driving you insane.

“Take off your fucking pants, Yoongi,” you snap against his mouth, pulling at his waistband. He just laughs. “If you don’t fuck me right now –”

He keeps laughing, breathless and fond, but tips away from you enough to get his pyjama bottoms off and kicked away and hell yeah.

He runs his fingers through your folds and you gasp. Your hips cant up towards his hand but it’s gone immediately, and the sight of him jacking his cock with your wetness makes you whimper.

“So wet,” he murmurs, guiding the head to your pussy. The previous teasing mirth has vanished and there’s only the dark, focused look as he presses forward and – “Fuck.”

“Yoongi!” you cry out. His fingers hadn’t done nearly a good enough job of stretching you. The burn of him as he pushes into you makes your eyes roll back as you feel him pepper kisses over your cheek, down your neck to your collarbone. “Oh –”

“I must be out of my fucking mind,” he grunts, bottoming out. You choke on a sob. His big hand kneads your tit and it feels so fucking good you think you’re going to lose your mind. “How did I go without this for so long?”

He pulls out almost all the way then thrusts back in hard. “Y-Yoon – “ you whine breathily, barely able to make a sound at this point. 

“My gorgeous wife, in this bed every night, so needy. This perfect pussy — shit.” He sucks the other nipple into his mouth, buried in you so deep you can’t think of anything but the way he’s filling you so good. The way you hadn’t realized you’d needed. 

You’re blubbering at this point, beyond words, as Yoongi chases his orgasm inside you. Kissing every part of you he can reach as the sound of his skin against yours fills the room, playing with your tits the way that drives you wild. You come again with a shout, tears streaming down your face. 

“So pretty,” he murmurs, kissing the tears away. He’s still going, deeper now instead of fast. “Can you give me one more, love?”

You’re dizzy with pleasure and overstimulation, but he loves to come with your pussy squeezing him. “Yeah,” you pant. A kiss, slow and deep, as he pushes back in. 

Your legs are wrapped so tightly around his waist he can barely pull all the way back out. All you can do is hold on as he takes what he wants from you. 

“Shit, shit,” Yoongi groans, hips stuttering. He’s close. “Love you, pretty girl, so fucking good to me,” his voice low and raspy and warm right next to your ear. “Do I make you feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to get out and you can feel his cock throb inside you, rubbing your g-spot and it’s enough. Your vision goes white and you see stars as your entire body tenses up and you tremble all over when it suddenly releases. “Yoongi!”

“Fuuuck,” he grunts. “Squeeze me just like that,” and he’s coming too. 

You lay there, panting under Yoongi as he softens inside you. The sweat makes you stick together where you’re touching, and anywhere outside your bed it would make you push him away. But you’re content to lie under him, soft, laboured breaths puffing next to your ear. 

“Should’ve used a condom,” you say hoarsely. There’s going to be a mess when he pulls out, you can already feel it. 

“Fucking raw used to be so hot,” he sighs, kissing your cheek. “Now it’s a chore.”

Your snort turns into a gasp as he pulls out. Reaching for his discarded shirt, he cleans up as much of his come as he can. You watch him, eyes zeroed in on the mess, licking his lips. 

“Reel it in.” You boop his nose and he scrunches it. “I really cannot go another round. You’re gonna have to drag me to the bathroom.” 

--------------- xxx ---------------

And he kind of does. On a good day, he could definitely carry you. But after three weeks of touring and a semi-vigorous round of sex, he hitches you onto his back in some semblance of a piggyback. You actually could probably walk, but you know the mood Yoongi’s in. 

He lets you pee, then comes to clean you up the rest of the way. Both of you wrapped in fluffy robes, he washes the sweat and tears off your face gently, brushes through your hair with his fingers. Puts up with your halfhearted whining about expensive skincare as he pats it carefully back onto your face. 

By the time you’ve dragged yourselves back to bed, the California King large enough that you don’t worry about the mess you’ve made on the other side, all the tension has drained from his body. The frantic energy of performing in a foreign country alone for the first time, melted away. 

He’s soft and sleepy when he hitches your leg over his hip, pulls your head onto his chest. “Thank you,” he mumbles. You don’t have to ask him what he means. 

You laugh softly. “Silly,” you say, drifting off.

[alwayscorvus]

Till we fall apart

Till we fall apart

malereader x Calcharo, slight angst to fluff; shortest short of my life; like not really a post just a thing to think about; imagine;

-I can't believe you finally visited me! I started to think that those promises you made in your letters were just an attempt to pull the wool over my eyes

Your red-haired friend couldn't hide her excitement. It has been... how long? Since your first and last meeting? Three years? Your bond has grown significantly over that time but it didn't change the fact that seeing each other in person brought you both great joy.

-Well… I have to admit that at the beginning it indeed was like that-

You got a solid slap on the head for your words and laughed at it sincerely.

-But I'm glad that fate finally brought us together -you sent a broad smile in her direction- Of course, it would have been better if I hadn't lost my job in the process... -you scratched the back of your neck rather ashamed- But if this is how it was supposed to go, there is nothing I can do.

-I still can't believe they fired you- You worked for them for so long! And it was your first job! -she bit her lips- You took plenty of extra hours… and helped them so much! And they? How could they?! -girl was frankly outraged and annoyed- But don't worry! This is a great opportunity. We will find something perfect for you here!

You looked at Chixia truly horrified. You didn't plan to stay here for long. You had spent your entire life in your hometown, always avoiding leaving its gates. And after this vacations you planned to continue doing so.

-Oh sorry-

-Sorry!

You both said almost at the same moment. You lifted your head up, examining closely at whom you bumped into.

When your heart stopped beating.

Your eyes came across those unforgettable silvery ones.

That distinct Tacet Mark adorning his forehead-… And long white hair flowing in all directions-…

His facial expression didn't say much but his eyes betrayed a sense of horror and unbelief. All in one.

Man passed you with a quick movement and disappeared into the crowd of pedestrians.

-[M/N]? Is everything okay?

Chixia's worried voice awoke you from your trance.

-Yeah, yeah -you quickly put a fake smile on your face- So are we going to get that food?

You've been in Huanglong for about five days now, and have slowly begun to get used it. At the beginning, you met with Chixia most of the time. Accompanied her not only in her free time but in reconnaissance as well. You also met her friends. At that time, you were never bored. Since the last two days, however, this has changed. Big "secret" mission sentenced you to being alone. But you tried not to complain and explore an interesting nooks and crannies of the city in peace. It was going brilliant. You tasted a lot of good food, heard more than one legend and saw breathtaking things.

Everything would have been great if not for one problem. Whatever you did, wherever you went you felt someone's stare on you. Although it didn't happen for a whole day, it was still extremely annoying and creepy.

You tried to discover the culprit many times. But whenever you turned around, you couldn't see anything except a few deserted buildings or ordinary natives.

However, everything was about to change this evening.

You leaned against the railing. Below you an endless sea spread out, illuminated by the glow of stars that adorned the dark, gloomy sky.

-I was waiting for you to finally show up.

You didn't turn around. You knew that your oppressor was standing just a few steps behind and that he had finally decided to reveal himself.

-You shouldn't be here.

That voice… A shiver went through you. Memories came flooding back like an avalanche.

-I'm glad to see you, too.

-You shouldn't be here.

-You repeat yourself.

-You shouldn't be here.

You growled flustered.

-Exactly like you!

You squeezed the railing tighter. Tears began to run down on your cheeks in streams.

-You knew I had no choice- he sighed.

Finally, he took off his mask.

-Yeah… At least that's what you told me ten years ago. When you said goodbye to me. When we were still friends -you spat out sentences full of venom.

-I wasn't right for you. You would have been better without me.

-Pity that you didn't let me decide about it myself.

You began to tremble. You no longer knew whether it was due to emotions or evening cold.

Calcharo moved closer to you and, with a slow movement, snuggled into your back.

-You are not like me. You are someone better. Made for greater things -he spoke to you using the voice from your past- With me you wouldn't have a future.

You snorted.

-You know I just lost my job? I am currently unemployed with no potential to find anything better. I spent my last savings to go here. When I return, I won't even have enough money for rent. And you? How are you doing?

Calcharo furrowed his eyebrows, squeezed you tighter and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your bare skin nicely.

-At least you're not doing anything bad.

You ignored this and continued.

-And do you know why I can't find anything else? Because after you left me, I quit school. All I know now is to how forge weapons.

-Many people need that.

-Do you need that? Do you need me?

You subconsciously tried to seize every opportunity.

-[M/N]… You know we shouldn't-…. - his voice was almost pleading.

Calcharo was always cold and hid his emotions well. What you loved about him, however, was that deep down he cared about those closest to him. Mostly he did it in secret, but your parting seems to have knocked down barriers in him.

-If that's so, there's nothing here for me.

You announced in a firm voice. And pushed away from a railing, trying to slip out of his embrace. Calcharo, however, refused to let you leave.

Frustrated, you let out an excess of air.

-Will you find a place for me in your life?

He didn't answer so you laughed bitterly.

-Since you don't want me, there is no point of me being here now. I'm going back.

Despite your words, you made no move. You were waiting in anticipation.

-Stay with me one night.

Your laughter was endless.

-My one night equals a lifetime.

You finally turned toward him as he slightly loosened his grip. Calcharo took a few steps back.

He looked at you clearly beating with his thoughts.

He had to come with a solution fast. He knew that you were stubborn in your decisions. That's why he abandoned you back then without listening to your arguments.

Yet, minutes passed and your anxiety grew.

-Alright -he stretched his hand towards you.

And you? You reciprocated the gesture.

In the end it wasn't so hard to convince him. He probably missed you, too. He probably couldn't find his place on earth without you either…

I'm not really proud of it but I just heard "People you know" from Selena and had to write it.

[sunatsubu]

PSA ABOUT PHONE SCAMS FROM GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL IMPERSONATORS So. I almost fell victim to a really elaborate phone scam. Now that I've had time to process it, it's deeply unsettling how convincing the scammers were, and I don't know how far they might've gotten if it hadn't been for a tumblr post that I'd read recently, warning about these strategies. For the life of me I can't find that post now which is a shame because it explained the strategies very well, but I'll try to reiterate the main points I remember that helped me realize in time that I was being scammed. Hopefully no one else has to go through this but in case they do, may this help you recognize the red flags MUCH earlier than I did. (if anyone knows of the post I'm talking about please let me know! It went into a lot of good detail of what to watch out for)

I'll try to summarize how it went down first. I was called by someone claiming to be from the FTC. They gave me a badge number and a case number. They said a package being shipped to me from Mexico was intercepted, and contained illegal drugs and huge amounts of money, that my name was used to open accounts at multiple banks, and that my name was also used to try and claim some property in some random city/state I'd never been to. Of course this was immediately alarming to me and I start freaking out, but they then reassured me that after a background check they determined this is most likely a case of identity theft.

The convincing part was how much effort they seemed to put into asking if I could remember any instance where my identity might've been compromised; like they were legit trying to investigate the case in order to catch the actual culprit. So of course I'm trying to be as helpful as I can. They haven't asked me anything specific like bank accounts or SSN, so no obvious red flags.

Then they go into the steps I needed to take in order to establish I'm not the actual criminal who tried to ship drugs across the border, that it really is a case of identity theft. They describe to me ADR (alternate dispute resolution), which I quickly looked up and seems like is an actual legal thing. Basically they were saying that if I chose this option I don't have to hire my own lawyer/show up in court/etc, that the US Marshal will on my behalf establish to the court this was a case of identity theft.

They transfer me to someone supposedly at the Department of Justice, who also gives me a badge number. This person goes into more detail about the steps I need to take, that because my identity has been used to open up all these bank accounts and shipping drugs to multiple countries, etc - that I would need to be assigned a new SSN. And to do that, they needed to know which accounts were actually mine; so they asked me to verify exact amounts in my bank accounts, and anything else that was directly tied to my SSN such as credit cards.

They kept reiterating that I needed this new SSN so that they can monitor my old one and be able to catch whoever is using it for all these illegal activities. They emphasized I should stay on the line, and to also not tell anyone about this ongoing investigation because the identity thief could be anyone I know. I'm still not getting suspicious at this point because they keep emphasizing they don't want to know any specific bank account #s or my actual SSN, because that would be illegal to ask for.

I then get transferred to the supposed US Marshal, again gives me a badge number. Again going into more detail on how to secure my actual accounts so they can close out/track the fake accounts. He starts getting more into detail about securing my bank account and how I needed to go to the bank in person. He emphasized that I shouldn't tell the bank teller what was going on because they could be involved in the crime, or something about money laundering, I don't remember exactly what the explanation was.

This is the point I started getting suspicious; I remembered specifically from that tumblr post that the scammers will want to keep you from revealing anything to bank employees because they are trained to recognize scams like this. I continue the conversation though, and the 'US Marshal' goes on to say, in order for me to secure/establish this account as truly mine, that I need to withdraw 50% of my funds from it in cash, and not a cashier's check. THIS is the point I realize what's going on, and I stammer out something about wanting to verify the badge numbers they gave me, and quickly hang up.

Things they did that made it believable: - Giving me badge numbers and a case number - Reassuring me they don't want to know sensitive information like SSN, bank account numbers, etc. - Seeming genuine in investigating how my identity might've been compromised - Citing actual legal pathways like ADR - The way they slowly ramped up the urgency so as not to come off as suspicious too suddenly. They worked up my fear from a more believable scenario (that my identity was stolen and being used for criminal activities including opening a bunch of bank accounts) and used that to justify the steps I needed to take to secure my own actual accounts.

Things that should have been red flags: - I was too panicked in the moment to notice right away but I'm fairly certain all 3 people I talked with had the same accent. What are the chances of that for 3 different employees at supposedly 3 different government organizations? (these were things that thank god I remembered reading from that previous tumblr post) - they kept me isolated by claiming anyone I know could be the actual culprit who stole my identity. - They urged me to stay on the line as they continued to transfer me to the next person, keeping me from calling anyone else. - they said not to let the bank teller find out what was going on

Things I did not know but learned, either from looking up myself or from the FTC when I called to report the incident: - Different departments don't actually communicate very closely. So they'd never transfer me from department to department the way the scammers did. The FTC for example wouldn't be able to ask the Social security department to issue me a new number. - Nobody from the FTC will give you a badge number or ask you how much money you have in your accounts.

Steps I took afterwards, because I'm fairly certain I never gave actual sensitive information, but in my ramblings to try and be helpful with their 'investigation' I might've said something compromising. - Called the US Marshal office just to triple check; they almost immediately said it was a scam as soon as I mentioned 'badge number.' - Called the FTC to file a fraud report - Called one of the credit bureaus (Experian I think) and placed a fraud alert on my credit activity. This automatically applies to all 3 bureaus, and lasts for a year - Changed my bank acct passwords

I feel pretty stupid in retrospect at how panicked I got, but I do feel like they were very good at manipulating my emotions to believe them for as long as I did. So as embarrassed as I am to admit I almost fell for this, again hopefully this might help even 1 other person spot the red flags early enough.

[fl3ur3]

SAGAU IMPOSTOR

part 6

Gender neutral reader

Red - Amber speaking

Green - Jean speaking

Orange- albedo speaking

Blue - reader speaking

Warning- N/A (ooc characters + bad grammar jk)

Summary: off to dragonspine

I wake up at the sound of the door opening, in walks Jean with a tray of presumably breakfast. ‘Good morning [player], Did you rest well?’ She says carefully setting down the tray, ‘ yawn I did thank you’

‘That’s good to hear, I’ve brought you some breakfast hopefully it’s to your liking. You’ll need enough energy for our journey through drangonspine, I’ll let you enjoy your meal in peace come find me once you’re done ok?’ I nod in response already enjoying the food she brought.

As Jean leaves the room I start to think, ‘Oh yeah, Almost forgot todays the day we go to see Albedo, I hope he has some answers or atleast ideas on how to get me home..’ and before I knew it I’d already finished, ‘Jean said to find her mhm I’ll head to her office she’s probably there’

As i thought Jean was already working away at the pile of paperwork on her desk, hearing me come in she looks up smiling ‘Ah good you’re here, Amber should be arriving any minute please sit while we wait’ I nod taking a seat on the couch, Jean continues working as I relax in the comfortable silence, that is soon interrupted by Amber bursting through the door dramatically a big smile on her face ‘I’m heeeeeereeeee’ ‘Thank you for joining us Amber, is everything ready ?’ ‘It certainly is one bag packed ready for a dragonspine expedition’ she says still grinning from ear to ear.

‘Let us go then, [player] please stay close to us and we’ll be fine’

We soon arrive at the giant icy mountain, ‘wow that’s even bigger in person..’ I stare in awe, Amber nudges me noticing I stopped ‘everything okay?’ ‘Yeah just never realized how big it actually is..’ ‘No need to worry we’ll protect you no problem’ she says looking rather proud ‘yeah you’re right let’s go.’ We quickly catch up with Jean entering dragonspine I instantly shiver ‘Wow that’s freezing’ seeing me shudder Amber makes a small flake in her palm to slightly warm us both.

After a while we decide to take a small break, Jean pulling tiny sandwiches out of the bag they’d brought, after the short break we continue our journey not soon after arriving at Albedos lab.

‘Greetings Jean, Amber and of course our dear [player]’ Albedo Greets us a polite smile on his face , after exchanging pleasantries Jean asks ‘Have you found anything?’ Getting straight to the point , ‘I have, after receiving your letter I did some digging and.. I think I found why they were brought here’ ‘YOU DID?!’ ‘Yes, it seems that someone’s spell went wrong, instead of doing whatever it was supposed to it somehow brought them here. That or someone purposely brought them here..’

‘Then we need to find whoever casted that spell whether it was on purpose on not doesn’t matter right now, we need them to reverse it so they can go back!’ Jean says standing up quickly ‘I AGREE well find them and have them make this right!!!’

‘I’ll try to locate the caster, in the mean time im afraid you’ll have to stay here a little while longer’ he says looking at me with sadness in his eyes ‘It’s fine, I’m just glad we sort of know what happened and how to get me home’ ‘I’ll send you a letter once I’ve located our culprit, in the meantime could they stay with the knights?’’of course, you can stay as long as you need okay. We’ll get you home don’t worry’ Jean says squeezing my shoulder softly. ‘Thank you Jean, and you albedo, I don’t know how to tha-‘ ‘there’s no need, it’s an honor to help you [player]’

Soon enough The 3 of us start our journey back, ‘I guess I’ll have to stay a while longer, maybe I can meet some more ppl while I’m here..’ I think as we arrive back at mondstadts gates’

END

Note: once again long time no see and this is quite short (as always), but I hope y’all enjoyed nonetheless. Expect the next 1/2 parts to be just meeting characters or doing stuff. Idk when the next lady will be, but even if it takes a while do not worry it will be here I just suck at writing a lot.

Anyway hope you enjoyed and see u at the next part ;)

[krispycreamcake]

Diabolik Lovers x reader (Part 5)

The sickening aroma of ash and smoke clouded your mind as Reiji's words set in. Your heartbeat pulsated in an unhealthy manner as your eyes grew wide with surprise.

"An oil...lamp? Are you sure?" Reiji cocked his gaze towards you before Subaru set you down, seemingly still in a daze. "Why would I not be sure?" Reiji said as he eyed you suspiciously. "I just mean- how could you tell....How do you know it was an oil lamp of all things?" The raven haired man pushed his glasses up with his middle finger before replying. "I saw a light glow from under the library doors earlier, a simple candle would have never emitted something that strong. I also know that there's a couple of old oil lamps somewhere around that room, if my hypothesis is correct, then it was indeed an oil lamp that started this fire." You were planted to the ground as Reiji listed out all the facts of the matter.

God....did you actually cause this? You felt your stomach contort and sway with guilt, but mostly because of the thought of what of they would do to you after finding out you were the culprit, worst case scenario being that Karlheinz might get involved. You involuntary moved closer to Yui, seeking some form of humanity amongst a pack of wolves in a situation such as this. Wait, wasn't Shu and Kanato also in the library with you? You felt your heart drop as panic finally began to set in after the initial shock. You looked towards them who surprisingly seemed to be in their own world...no- not surprising, it was an utmost valid reaction to seeing your house be burnt down right in front your very eyes. Kanato caught your stare and in turn reciprocated the gesture, almost as if he was thinking strongly about something.

"Ne, Reiji, how do we know who started the fire?" Kanato asked. Every second felt like an hour, as you heard Kanato bring up the means in catching this arsonist. But why was he asking Reiji? He had to have some semblance of an idea that you did it. After all, you were the last one to be in the library. Reiji stayed quiet for a bit before deciding on an answer. "Whoever did it will of course face their punishment and be thoroughly disciplined. But first, we'd need to tell father of this." Kanato nodded in understanding before looking at you angrily. He stomped right up to you, teddybear swaying in hand as he began to shout and berate you. "How could you let this happen!? I thought you were supposed to be our caretaker! You're a liar! I hate liars like you!" Kanato screamed at you, which just made you feel worse. You watched as the young boy began to break down and sob, complaining about how you let teddy and his room get caught up in flames. You realized you'd have to try to console the boy, because despite everything, you did start the fire and endangered everyone and yourself.

"K-kanato I... I didn't mean to put you and the others in harm....if I could've stopped the fire from spreading, I really would have." You said as you crouched down to the wailing boy who was now stooping to hide his face in his knees. You could hear quiet sniffles from him followed up by some light murmurs. "You're lying...." You shook your head profusely before comforting the boy once more. "You're lying! You want us dead, don't you!? You're so mean to me, just like everyone else! And why do you care about the others!? You're supposed to be MY caretaker!" You listened to the boy ramble on about something that you were positive was a much more deeply rooted issue. You looked on as Reiji stood above the two of you before speaking once more. "That is enough Kanato, there's nothing that can be done now." Reiji spoke in such a commanding tone that you weren't sure whether it was meant to console the boy or to just get him to shut up.

You felt a hand tug on your arm from behind and was met with Subaru's piercing gaze. "Oi....you didn't get hurt right?" Subaru seemed to get red as he asked the question. "Yeah, mostly. You?" Subaru made a 'tsk' noise before nodding. "Yeah, I won't die that easily..." Something about that sentence made it seem like he wasn't being cocky or showing off, in fact, if you were to jump to conclusions, you'd say it sounded like he was almost disappointed.

"Chibimushi!" Was that Ayato? Who was he talking to? "Oi! Chibimushi! Respond to me when I'm talking to ya dammit!" You looked across at Yui who seemed to be more perplexed than you. Before long, you heard heavied footsteps rapidly approach you. "You there! You respond whenever ore-sama's talkin to ya!" You were spun around and in fact were face to face with the flame haired boy, how ironic. "Oh sorry... I thought you were talking to Yui." You spoke up in your defense. "Hah- no, chichinashi over there will always be chichinashi. But as for you, what were you doing in her room? We all saw you jump from there." You were caught off guard by the question but had no trouble answering it. "Oh that- right, I wasn't sure if she was still inside the house so I ran to go get her, but by the time I got there, the fire spread to the halls." Yui seemed a bit surprised by your answer, but held a soft smile nonetheless. "Thank you. Even if you didn't save me, I'm happy you tried to." You felt your heart warm at the kind girl's words.

Reiji immediately brought an end to your quick moment of joy as he began to speak. "I just got off a call with father and he suggested that we stay at the castle until the house is rebuilt." Immediate sounds of annoyment came from the triplets followed by Subaru's protests. "There's no way I'll be staying with that old geezeer! I'd rather get mauled to death by wolves!" You almost giggled at how adamant he was about not going. "For once, I'll have to agree with my little brother. I cannot stand that man and his repulsive aura." Laito chimed in. "Yeah Laito's right! You're never gonna make the great Ayato stay in the same vicinity as that guy for more than a second!" Ayato followed along, as he complained. "Teddy says we should find somewhere else to stay..." Kanato peeped up. You weren't sure what their father had done to them, but if it was bad enough to get a reaction like this, then it was without a doubt something you should stay out of.

You looked back to Shu whose stare was completely glued to the enflamed manor. His tousled hair bounced in the wind as the ashes whisked past his widened eyes. Was he this affected by the fire? It was his home after all. Your footsteps gently padded across the pebbles of the floor as you made your way to the frightened blond. He turned towards you, but insisted on not saying a word.

"Shu? Uh are you...okay?" His gaze drifted back to the building. "Your room might not be salvaged you know. God this is so troublesome." You follow his eyes, taking in the fire completely as you drowned out the noise of the other brothers squabbling. When you finally broke from your hypnosis, Shu was already on the floor with his earbuds in. He was right about your room, but what was the point in telling you that? Was he inferring something? Something you didn't know? Who knew what that depressed psycho was thinking sometimes. You heard Reiji's stern voice and immediately turned on your heel to hear the final decision.

"We will be staying at the castle until the mansion is repaired. Father has specified he'd like all of us to stay especially since he won't be there due to a business trip." You weren't sure how you felt about staying in the same house that Karlheinz lived in. Quite frankly, you still needed more time to process everything that's been going on. You felt more and more exhausted by the minute, but you knew this was always the outcome. "Oh and one more thing, you there." You looked at Reiji, fear taking over at the thought that he might've figured out who started the fire. "He also mentioned that you were ordered to stay in his room for the time being." Your eyes grew to be impossibly wide as you stood there absolutely dumbfounded at the sound Reiji's words. Instantaneously all eyes were immediately fixated on you. "W-what!? Why??" You blurted out. Reiji held an expression of inquisition as he pursed his lips. "Really and truly, we should be the ones asking you that. What relation do you hold with this man?" You felt sick to your stomach as your mind ventured all the various possibilities as to why he wanted you to specifically stay in his room. Was that why your memories were erased? Was it to conceal the kind of bond you two shared? You couldn't help but let out a sigh of frustration as the anxiety seeped into your very bones.

"He only hired me as a guardian! I have no idea why or what he's thinking!" Reiji hummed in acknowledgement. "Of course you don't, typical." You wanted to stand up for yourself, to say something but Laito was quick to talk over you. "If anything I feel bad for you bitchlet. Being seen as a love interest by that man can definitely be...something. Don't feel afraid to call me when you need an actual man to take care of you." If you weren't in your right mind you'd slap the shit out of him right now. You're all trapped in a situation like this and that's all he has to say? "Shut up Laito. This isn't some kind of joke." At this point you were on an emotional rollercoaster as you heard Ayato of all people speak up for you.

"How can you be ok with that bastard taking what's ours!? I won't allow it! He's clearly trying to fuck with us." And there it was. Of course the only reason this was bothering him was because he saw you as nothing more than property. You let out a sigh and began to zone out, tuning out Ayato's bickering. "Say....Chibimushi, you agree with me don't you?" Your eyes slowly made contact with his green emerald like orbs. You wish you could say you heard anything he blabbed about for the past five minutes, but that'd be a lie. "Sorry, I wasn't really paying attention. What was it?" Ayato seemed obviously annoyed by this and marched towards you.

"I said...You belong to us right? Not that old bastard." How entitled really were these guys? "I don't belong to anyone. I came here to work, nothing else." Ayato was a bit taken aback by your words. "Do you really think that's all you were sent for? If that was the case then you'd be sleeping in a guest room, not the king of the underworld's own personal bedroom." Your head began to throb and pound as the pain spread throughout your entire skull. You gasped for air as you came crashing to your knees with an agonizing cry, hands covering your ears as you desperately tried to block out all outside noise which seemed to only intensify the crippling pain. Tears streamed down as you begged whatever force their was in the universe to put an end to your suffering. Your heart palpitated to the beat of the stabbing ache in your cranium as your breath became hitched and ragged.

"Ayato-" Reiji said before being cut off. "It wasn't me! She just fell down crying!" The ember headed boy blurbed out as he crouched down and put your head next to his chest, squeezing as tightly as possible. "I take it that this is our sign to leave?" Subaru piped up. A silent agreement was made and with some assistance from Yui, you all made your way into the limousine. By then however, you were already passed out from the pain.

Reiji cleared his throat before speaking up. "Whatever relation she's shared with that man seems to be in the way of his plan. Just by mentioning his true identity, she faints away. None of you are to reveal anything to her. If she feels inclined enough to put herself in danger for the sake of truth finding, then that shall be her own downfall. And as for who started the fire....." The occupants of the car all turned their gaze towards Reiji. "Are you sure it was who you think it was....Shu?" The lethargic blond peeked an eye open before closing the both of them once more. "I'm sure. There's no other possible culprit, it has to be that troublesome person." Reiji nodded before looking towards Kanato. "And you can claim truth to this statement, can't you Kanato?" Kanato shook his head as he began to speak. "Both Teddy and I saw it, but only after the damage was done. Isn't that right Teddy?" Reiji pushed his glasses up with a swift motion of his middle finger.

"Then it's settled. The one who caused the fire was none other than Richter." Reiji sighed as he rubbed his temples. "What the hell!? It was that asshole? Jeez, what was the point of that?" The obsidian haired man looked absorbed in his own thoughts as his gaze pierced right through your body. "I believe it has something to do with her. She was in the library earlier today and I fear she's dug up something that should have remained buried." Laito laughed at this seemingly amusing situation. "So it seems bitchlet really is important after all. Otherwise Shu wouldn't have given her the key to the archives." He cooed out just before Shu shot him a painful glance. "Oops~ Seems my tongue slipped." The fedora adorned man chuckled out before returning the sly gaze.

"Is this true Shu? You were the one who gave her the key?" Silence engulfed the entirety of the vehicle as Shu decided it was best to ignore his nagging brother. "Really, what else could I have expected from a no good lazy deadbeat like yourself." And of course he was met with nothing as a response. "But what could uncle have been so worried about that he'd burn down the mansion?" Kanato said, seemingly contemplating. "The bitchlet did mention something earlier before this whole scandal went down." Laito spoke up. "Tch, enough of your games. What was she looking for?" Ayato growled. He was tired of the ups and downs that he had been going through ever since you got here. "Just something about wanting to know more about that man's collection of wives."

Reiji didn't look pleased with this information at all. "I have a theory but first- Laito. How did you get in possession of this information?" Laito chuckled once more, almost excited that he was asked this question. "With the help of little bitch of course, nfu~" Yui immediately paled as all eyes were now on her. She took a deep breath before recounting the events of what had happened. It was painful for her to do so as the guilt and shame ran hot in her veins.

"If that truly is the case, then things will be much more difficult moving forward. It seems father has complicated things for all of us, including that woman." Reiji said before closing his eyes to think. "And what the hell does that mean!?" Ayato boomed out, thoroughly fed up with all this vagueness. "He means that girl over there is going to be a lot more trouble than she's actually worth. She might just be the 4th bride." Shu said after almost 20 minutes of silence. The car was set into an eerie state as no one dared to speak. "......So then that means it wasn't uncle that I saw....it was father disguised as him. He was the one who burned down the archives." Kanato looked almost horrified as he connected the dots. "But....why?" Subaru asked, voice timid and silent. "We're about to find out." Was the only thing Laito could say as the limousine approached the vampire king's castle.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I am soooo sorry it took me this long to get this chapter out, I've been super busy lately but have no fear, I'm finally back! I'll start working on the next chapter as soon as I can and as an apology gift, one lucky follower gets to choose who the next chapter focusses on and any book trope they'd like to center around said charcter! A list of the tropes I'll write is just down below! I will be accepting a max of TWO characters and only ONE trope!

TROPES-

Enemies to lovers

Enemies to friends

Pen pals/ secret identity

Opposites attract

Trapped together

Fell in love with the wrong person

Mistaken identity

Unrequited love

Dark secrets

Damsel in distress

Dude in distress

Body swapping

Injury

matchmaker gone wrong

Love/hate relationship

Secret admirer

[bananadrinkxxx]

The BLOOD CROWN

[Aemond Fanfiction ] reposted on wattpad

Pairing:  Aemond Targaryen x OC female!

Warning:  Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers.

Summary

"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹."

Queen Alicent had spoken the truth when these words had left her mouth, the moment the King decided not to punish Princess Rhaenyra's son for taking the eye of her child. In the night, in the safe place of her chambers, she gave the order to have Lucery's Velaryon taken and sold into slavery. But a regrettable misunderstanding causes Larys Strong's men to take, not the culprit, but Aemma Velaryon, Rhaenyra's youngest child, and banish her to a life of suffering and loneliness.

Aemma Velaryon had not been seen since then but the gods do not forget and sometimes fate strikes back harder than you would have expected.

- PART 1 -

Then they say every end (...) ...

PRESENT - KING'S LANDING. RED KEEP.

"How does it feel, brother?"

Aemond looked up. He hadn' noticed how Aegon had entered his chambers.

He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even heard his brother approach him. A shame, considering his years of training with Ser Criston Cole.

The smell of alcohol hit him.

A wine bag in his hand and eye rings as dark as night and eyes as red as fire. He looked pathetic, but Aemond was sure he looked more pathetic. He smelled his own stench and he knew that his condition was unsightly. Greasy hair that fell into his face. Silver hair that had lost its luster and an unshaven face that could not hide his pale skin.

"...knowing you've killed the woman you loved?"

Aegon had always been very direct.

That was probably the only good quality about him.

Otherwise, he was just a boozy, sickly looking man, plagued by his injuries, who by the luck of his birth, had become king. Aemond wondered if Aegon was the most pathetic king the seven kingdoms had ever had. He was definitely a candidate for it.

"And how does it feel to you?" rasped Aemond. His voice was rough. He hadn't spoken in days, and hadn't intended to, but Aegon had always known how to make him do things he didn't want to do.

"Me?" Aegon asked mockingly with a raised eyebrow as he dropped into the vacant chair next to Aemond.

Aemond looked at Aegon snidely. "Who gave the order to attack King's Landing?"

"Since when do you follow my orders, brother?"

Good question. Never, actually.

"That was your own decision, wasn't it?"

"She wasn't supposed to be there." Aemond didn't know why he was defending himself.

But she was there. Right where he had burned everything to the ground. Right there where she wasn't supposed to be.

"To be precise, I got the information from you, Aegon, which is why I wonder-," he turned directly to his brother for the first time. He leaned forward a bit, and he watched Aegon's eyes grow wide, almost fearful. "-was it you? Did you want me to kill her? That I would be the one and not you?"

Aegon made a pained, indignant sound. Anger came into his eyes.

"I would never have killed her."

"No? She would never have accepted you as king. Never bent the knee. After everything our family did to her. She would have been always an danger to you, to us, to this reign."

"I would have exiled her. Somewhere, Pentos or some other place where she would have been safe and she couldn't have been a threat."

"Ridiculous. She was the threat. Do you really think she would have stayed there?"

"I would have made sure of it."

"You couldn't even make sure she wasn't there when I attacked. "

For a moment, her eyes appeared in front of his inner eye. Her beautiful eyes filled with love and hate.

A painful twinge made him wince.

The memory of her had tormented him for days.

"It's not my fault. I would rather have seen her locked up than in ashes."

"And her freedom?"

"That is something she lost the moment she decided to help our sister."

"I am surprised, Aegon. You're even crueler than I thought."

Aegon jumped to his feet.

The alcohol wafted up and his chair fell over backwards. His whole body shook with anger and the veins in his eyes stood out. It was an unsightly sight.

"I didn't want her dead. I gave her a way out."

"Well now she is dead, so in the end you really gave her a way out."

"It wasn't my dragon who burned her alive."

Arrogant Bastard.

Now Aemond stood up as well. His brother's arrogance and self-promotion pissed him off.

He stepped toward Aegon and reached for his shirt.

"It was your order, Aegon. Your fucking order, you pathetic excuse of a king. Don't play the victim when it was your words that sealed her death."

Aegon made a sound filled with pain. Anger gave way to pain and pain gave way to sorrow. Tears came to his eyes and it was not long before the first tear ran down his cheek. He collapsed and it was only Aemond who held him up. He had never reacted like this when his son or Helaena had died.

Never had his brother seemed so pathetic.

Aemond let go of him and watched as his brother slumped.

"I didn't want it," he affirmed, crying bitterly. He propped his elbows on his shaking knees while supporting his head with his hands. "I loved her."

"Well, your love will be remembered forever."

"They told me to order it."

They? Who was 'they'?

"Who did what?" Aemond's voice was hard.

Silence.

"Damn, Aegon. Who is 'they'? Talk to me, you miserable bastard!" He grabbed Aegon's hair and pulled his brother's head back so that he had to face him.

Aegon looked at him in irritation. "You don't know? They said she was at dragonstone when I gave the order."

"I wouldn't ask if I knew. I swear to you, if you don't tell me right now who-"

"Mother. The council."

For a second, everything felt numb. A static went through his ears and Aegon's words rang out over and over. It suddenly felt hard to breathe.

"You're lying," Aemond pressed out. This could not be the truth. "You're lying," he repeated. Never. No way. No fucking way.

They wouldn't.

She wouldn't.

Aegon smiled. It was a tired, exhausted smile. It was completely out of place, and yet it couldn't have been more fitting.

"If it makes you sleep better, little brother."

"Mother would never have lied to you."

"Of course not."

"She would never have lied to me."

"Probably."

Aemond let go of his brother. Aegon sank back, while Aemond stumbled backward and held on convulsively to the table beside him. His knuckles stood out white.

He knew that look Aegon gave him.

He had looked at him like that before.

Back when he had begged him not to force him to become king.

Aemond wondered if she would still be alive if he hadn't followed his cursed sense of honor then. If he had resisted and let his brother escape.

Perhaps then many things would have been different.

Yes, they had won this battle.

But they lost the most valuable thing.

... (...) had an beginning.

[guessimate]

Happy October, everyone!

It is quite sad, but I have landed on a deadly scenario for the Oranges. It's supposed to be death by poison, which makes a lot of sense for this season which is filled with feasting. With how much wine is being drunk chances are someone might come up with the idea of putting something special in one of the cups...

But who would poison Damu Orange, and why? It's not like he has enemies, but he doesn't have lots of friends either. Did someone think it unfair that Damu got to marry princess Tefnut (one of the original emperor's daughters, before he rose to power)? Is someone envious that the Oranges have connections to the imperial family and it's so easy for them to get the emperor himself to attend their parties?

Or maybe it's because of the patriarch of the family, Ninurta... While he didn't make enemies with anyone, he made quite a lot of 'service' sims fall head over heels in love with him. He also was the first sim to turn into a werewolf and he started a supernatural garden after the local garden club lady had supplied him with special seeds.

Although he's young, the heir Ninildu already has quite a few friends, mostly his family members, but also Sampsa Imago and Primula Venus. The only member of the imperial family who isn't friends with him would be Nepri. But I don't think Primula Venus or Nepri would poison the Oranges. The Oranges 'found' Venus and let her stay with them before she moved in with the Wolfens. Would Nepri be jealous they lived with Venus? I don't think he knew that she lived with them. Most sims in my town must think Venus is connected to the Wolfens rather than the Oranges since she 'adopted' or maybe 'mothered' the first alien baby in town. So if anything Nepri would be jealous of the Wolfens, not the Oranges.

Either way, I don't think this would have been a murder of kin... which would put the Tia family under suspicion. I don't think the Tias are very vengeful, at least for now. We don't know yet if the Orange name will survive, but they have a living male heir. The same cannot be said about the Tias. So this could lead to a rivalry, but for now I don't think the Tias would compete against the Oranges. After all they have a higher station and their descendant is going to become the empress.

~*~

Ninildu realized he had quite a bit of attraction towards the local cashier who sells clothes and other goods. He approached her while she was working and asked her to meet him outside of her 'working hours'. She agreed to come over the following day.

The young lady's name is Adriana Lam and she is quite proficient at using the cash register (but I'm sure she'll forget all of that when I make her playable).

Ninildu got a crush on Adriana almost immediately. It took a lot longer for her to succumb to Ninildu's charms. She is a shy knowledge sim, but she likes red hair, so there is definitely some attraction on her part. It was just a little harder and slower at first, especially that she didn't have the ACR token I could have totally given her. At first I thought that Adriana wasn't rolling a lot of wants during the date, but it changed when their relationship increased. In the end the pair became best friends and they shared their first kiss.

There is no reason for them to rush getting married as teens, but Ninildu might want someone to give him a helping hand in running the store, especially an experienced cashier. Running the house alone is no fun for a teenage boy and his dog.

~*~

Shortly after the date Ninildu decided he would like to 'go out' with Adriana. I thought this would work well for the poisoning scenario. There would be a party on the Oranges' lot, but the son wouldn't be there to witness his father's death, so he would have no clue as to who the culprit behind this murder was (to be honest I have no idea who the culprit is either).

One thing that makes me really sad is that there was noone creative enough in this house to paint a picture of Damu. Even though Damu painted multiple pictures of his dad and his son, there are no pictures to remember him by...

~*~

Ninildu didn't earn very much because he only opened his store at the very end of the round. That's because I didn't want his dad to help run the establishment.

For now it's a general store, mostly selling harvestables. He has to stock up on milk and he has too few goats to sell animal products. I would really like to turn this business into a dairy (milk and cheese) store someday, but it's impossible to do with only one pair of farm animals.

Ninildu got a positive review, but his grandfather's ghost appeared on the day of the opening of the store... I was afraid he would scare everyone, but I think the ghost disappeared as soon as Ninildu closed the store. I didn't want to shoo away the business reviewer, so I waited for her to leave before everyone was safe from the haunting presence.

He earned around 230$ this round. He has some spare money to pay the bills for now.

500$ - rent

92$ - tax (40%)

23$ - tithe

He will pay the burial fee of 200$ when I move both of the graves to the cemetery. He paid 615$.

~*~

Hera Flori, the teen servant, is a terrible customer. She didn't want to buy anything and I'm not even surprised Ninildu's dog decided to chase her.

I didn't realize it when I was playing, but I did when I looked at my notes later. She must be jealous that Ninildu got together with Adriana! She kept showing how attracted she was towards Adriana on the community lot when Ninildu was flirting with her. I should have taken a picture when the wolf was chasing Hera, but I didn't realize there was more drama behind her behaviour.

[momentomori24]

Welp, I finished the Clover/Axe ending two days ago and I gotta say.... yeah, I was not surprised. But also SEE I TOLD YOU SHE WAS CRAZY WHY WOULD YOU TRUST HER JUNPEI.

Seriously though, that ending was wild. First we find the body of some old man who's posed as Zero-- which I do not believe for a second. I don't have any idea who he is but Zero is at the bottom of that list. Like, look at this:

This is the most obviously staged Mastermind substitute I've ever seen in my life--and I'm a Danganronpa fan. This isn't Zero, but it is worth noting that there are and were other people on this ship with us that we haven't met yet. From the blood spill, I'm pretty sure he was killed there. And it probably wasn't Clover this time either, because how? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think she was even able to go through here before us. The killer in the Submarine ending was implied to be able to roam freely even without the keys needed to open the doors, so it was probably them. Or someone with that same privilege. I think. Question is, who are they and why aren't they here? And do they even have a bracelet?

Ok, this is the one I've been itching to address-- the revelation that Seven and Santa killed Snake. I was kinda suspecting Seven of having something to do with this, but since was the one who brought up the idea that two or more people were responsible I brushed it off (also he really grew on me after a while and I didn't want it to be him). I never suspected Santa to be guilty of anything involving this. If I had a list of potential culprits he would be at rock bottom, THAT'S how much I trusted him. He stood up for Clover and Lotus after Junpei tricked them into fighting for who gets left behind even with death looming over their heads. He agreed to stay in the game instead of escaping in favour of not leaving June behind. Despite his attitude, it was clear he hated playing dirty. He did drop some sus bombs with Santa Claus story, but his sense of fairness quashed those immediately. Seven, maybe. Lotus, most probably. Hell, I could even buy Ace (with some strong evidence tho), even tho he's such a stand-up guy. A part of me is still very delulu about him killing Snake because of all of this. It literally never registered with me that he's the only other person that could've done this (if it was 2 people that did this). They both better have a good reason because I am UPSET.

Freaking Clover, man. I don't know what happened to this girl to take the turn she did, but MAN, she really did a 180 by the end, huh? Killing Santa and Seven in supposed revenge--which, fair enough-- was not enough. She just had to take down June and Junpei too. Girl, what did we do to you? Like, if you had just killed Junpei I wouldn't have been so upset (sorry dude i swear i love you), but why JUNE? That's like killing an innocent puppy, what the heck. I know that there's something wrong with both Snake and Clover, but wow. I'm dying to find out more about them because this is... well, it's something, alright. The fact that she literally made Junpei accept her hand to escape together while he was traumatised and dazed only to whack him and leave him to slowly bleed out as she happily takes off with his bracelet was crazy tho. I hope there's a reason for why she's still going for everyone that didn't kill Snake because my man did not deserve that.

Also, damn. If I had a nickle for every time a pink/red haired girl has offered to join hands and live together at the expense of everyone else I'd have 3 nickles. Which isn't a lot, but it really is so weird it happened thrice. I'd have 2 if that same girl had the potential to end up killing me at the end.

Also, with the knowledge that Snake has a prosthetic arm and there being no mention of it as well his bracelet being cracked meaning we have no way of confirming it's number 2 almost makes me believe he's alive. Almost. I'm pretty confident he's really gone but wouldn't that be a cool twist?

Lastly, the deaths.

I could be completely off the mark but I have a theory that the other 2 endings have 2 different killers. To me, the way everyone died seemed... different. In the Submarine death, the bodies of everyone were so much more bloody than in the other Bad End. The blood splatter looks more spread out in comparison. What makes me kinda iffy about this one is that both the weapon used is supposedly a knife. It could be different people regardless, because how in the world does a knife create blood splatters worse than the literal axe in the Sub ending, but I'm not sure. We know Junpei in both endings was stabbed for sure, but we can't say the same about the others with the existance of the axe and gun. Just wanted to throw that idea out there anyway.

[fuzedatti]

VI. Discord's egg

───── ❝ 𝐀𝐧 𝐒𝐂𝐏 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 ❞ ─────

Masterlist

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The alarm was screamee at full power, a reddish environment could be seen within the cracked walls, corpses on the floor, the walls tinted black. The slabs turned crimson near the marinated doors, thousands of steps were heard in the distance, the scarlet chaos was the root of the event.

His soul swore he didn't know anything, that he wasn't the culprit, but deep down he was grateful that it happened. He patiently waited for his door to open, he did not think of himself as a being with animalistic behaviors like the others, instead, he wanted to be "rescued" by someone else.

The click of the door made him happy but he didn't see anyone behind, he expected to see someone he knew at least, he just continued on his way to the Keter containment area. Deafened by the alarms, he walked through the narrow corridors, his eye's blue glow counteracting the intense fire of red; His mask hid his nervousness well as did his tight clothing.

The roar of a creature was heard in the background, a door to the Keter area was easier to open than other times. The more he advanced, the cells became stronger and bigger, but none of them were the ones he was looking for. The growls of the beast intensified, he was on the right track. He stopped in front of a huge door, it had so many padlocks and locks, now broken. Next to it he read a red sign that said: "SCP-682, Keter Class", he entered without further ado.

—Greetings– Said the doctor.

The entity loomed over its shoulder, almost the size of a house, its scales wobbling with brush. Its thousands of yellow eyes stared at him, the exposed skeletal system was stained yellow from the acid, as its little fur burned in the air. The smell of sulfur was evident as he approached, without fear, took more steps towards the beast.

—SCP-049, you are more pathetic than I imagined.

—And you're locked inside of an acid tank.–

The animal roared loudly and hit the glass, moving the fresh bodies that were inside. The anonymous explosion had opened the door of course, but they had forgotten to get 682 out.

—I can get you out of here.– He put his hands behind him to wrap them behind his back. —I just need a favor in return.–

It looked at him with hate, feeling inferior but it had to get out of there, one more second and it would go crazy. A low growl was its only response, and then it turned to look at him and listen to his proposal.

—Help me get SCP-035 out.

—That arrogant mask? They drive me crazy, they do nothing more than insist on using me, that we would be the perfect organism.

—I understand your irritability, I won't let that happen.– He went up to the control rooms to be able to manipulate the cell. —I have my own unfinished business with him.–

SCP-682 kept quiet as it began to climb, formulating something in its mind. Nimble fingers moved across the keyboard to enter deactivation codes that were ironically written on a piece of paper. The reinforced glass walls fell hard to the ground, shattering to pieces in the process. The acid dragged the bodies thus letting the beast out.

—Did 035 ever mention to you about Olympus?– 682's question took him by surprise, it was something he didn't expect to come out of his mouth. Louis stopped short and turned to look at him, leaving the broken door behind him.

—Yes, of course. Anything you should comment on?

—The purpose of this so called "perfect life form", he hasn't mentioned it to you, I suppose?

Louis wasn't sure what to answer, and yes, it was never mentioned to him why he was so fascinated with SCP-682. To tell the truth, since Dýo started talking about it, he was a little jealous. Weren't they perfect? Wasn't that enough?

—He wants to overthrow Hera and then Zeus, he needs me.– SCP-682 chuckled mischievously. —He couldn't handle The Hanged King and much less with The Ambassador, now he turns to me for his plan.–

The doctor's gaze froze, the scent of hate dispersed in the room; Without thinking, he went to the door to get out, which made the beast follow him.

—You're not the only one with a history with SCP-035, 049.– It mentioned. —Immortal beings like us are rare, but not null.–

—I understand that, I just didn't know about that plan.

Those were the last words they shared during the short journey to 035. The tension had intensified, suffocating the environment. Once in front of the cell, the beast smashed the door as if it were a toy and then took off without further effort.

The walls of 035's cell were covered with his corrosive liquid forming conjures and curses in ancient Greek and medieval French. The floor and ceiling were just as saturated, it was like stepping into a black hole. In the middle of the room was found what appeared to be a black box painted the same color. He ran a gloved hand across the surface to reveal the anguished mask.

—Dýo Polonoí, we meet again.

The fallen God changed his face to one of joy, his powers weakened due to his cell being made of SCP-148. Still in such a deplorable state, Louis broke the glass with an elbow. The pieces were consumed by the liquid. The doctor took the mask with care, caressing the limits of it.

—I'll get us both out of here.

Now with mask in hand and a breach in full climax, he could walk around for a while in complete peace of mind, but that was not his intention at that moment. An unlucky D-class encountered the pair, only to be killed by Louis while trying to escape and used as Dýo's host. The body quickly adapted to its demands, with tentacles covering its extremities until they are completely incorporated into the organism.

Dýo stretched out with his new body, heaving a sigh of relief. —Oh Nicéphore... I thought I would be there forever.– He approached his lover to hug him and take one of his arms to kiss him enthusiastically. —Thank you for getting me out of that inferno, my love.–

Louis blushed when he heard his name from that voice again and his kisses only increased his embarrassment. The persona that he showed to the foundation and other SCPs was cold and sarcastic, adapted from Dýo, but when it came to his lover he was more manageable, romantic.

Both entities left to find a way out. The foundation was an unreal labyrinth on purpose, where each room they found something different... On purpose. Among so many rooms they entered one that caught their attention, it looked like a hospital room with several incubators; Louis entertained himself by observing the advanced medical equipment of his time, he still kept his old and purist methods, perhaps changing technique is not a bad idea.

—Look what I found Louis.

An egg the size of a basketball sat in the incubator. The heat lamp was around 68°F, a relatively low temperature for an egg of that size. In a meticulously placed box next to the egg was a single strand of black hair, Dýo cupped the fine hair in his hands, instantly recognizing the texture.

—It feels like your hair.– He played with the hair a little more.

—What? That is not possible. The last time I let my hair free was more than three centuries ago and the foundation could never- What are you doing?

—Nothing.– He took the egg to craddle it in his arms.

—Leave that thing there, we don't know what it is.

—But it's just an egg!

—Since when do you have parental instincts?

Their discussion was interrupted by the abrupt power outage and the sound of incoming army. The lovers left the place as quickly as possible, the shotguns were heard getting closer and the breach seemed to calm down. Dýo knew that they wouldn't be able to get out of there in time at that rate, so he used his tentacles to carry Louis and move faster. The MTFs had already arrived on the scene and were right on target, the pair were able to kill a few but they were growing in mass.

—SCP-049 and SCP-035, hand over the egg and return to your containment cells!

The interlocutor voice threatened to shoot them or explode the nuclear weapon right there. Now surrounded, they had no choice but to surrender, though a loud familiar roar entered the scene; The huge claws washed over the MTF like monstrous waves, pulling one of the helicopters against them.

Attention was driven to SCP-682 so that the other two could easily escape. The exit doors were seconds away from closing and other SCP's were in the same spot, there hadn't been such a big breach in quite a while. With indirect help from the other anomalies they were able to get out before the foundation recontained them again. Now with a new member, they would deign to hide in the shadows, far away from the foundation.

[cantillat-moved]

@pseudomonacarriea A certain little space boy has hidden ducks in Archer's room. Good luck finding them! There's a total of fifteen in the room.

Something was amiss. In life the red bowman had grown to trust his instincts to know when his room had been tampered with even without the necessity of setting up a boundary field. There was no outright indication that anyone has been to his room but he could say something was off. A few steps inside and a yellow duck staring at him right from the table as if it had always been there was almost defying him.

Find us. It said without words. I dare you.

The reticent Archer almost felt offended by how bold it was. Out of all possible culprits for such childish prank there was only one possibility that crossed his mind.

❝ Voyager. ❞ he breathed, a smile forming his lips soon after ❝ I suppose I should get all my ducks in a row and get to quack this case. I must say, he can be a wise quacker. ❞ It was a matter of pride for him to find them all. The duck puns are a bonus.

[leggerefiore]

You spied the Subway Boss lying on the office couch as you entered the room. The iridescent glow of the ceiling light haunted the windowless room. His hat was placed over his face while his hand clutched his shirt. Though it was mostly covered, you could see the grimace pulling at his lips as he lay there. You sighed as you approached the man. Ingo had called you and alerted you to his… situation.

A small whimper left him as you pulled the hat from his face. His eyes were a rare teary kind. They did seem to light up at the sight of you. The hand gripping the fabric above his abdomen let go for a moment. Then, his eyes went wide, and it quickly returned to its previous action. Sweat actually seemed to appear on his skin while the flesh turned a soft red. You placed a gentle hand on his forehead.

The situation almost seemed dire. Apparently, something he had eaten was not agreeing with him. It snuffed the unstoppable force that was Emmet and forced him into this supine state. What could have caused this was beyond you. He was otherwise indomitable when it came to food. His love was sweets might be the culprit, but those only seemed to hurt Ingo. Perhaps he had something spicy by accident? You could only wonder as the poor man suffered through it.

“I brought you some medicine,” you reassured him, “Ingo asked me to bring you some.” It was unknown if the bright pink liquid that you had brought would save Emmet from this unfortunate fate, but you supposed anything beat being left to suffer. He nodded. You moved away to use a small table nearby to prepare a dose of the medicine. Handing it to him, he downed it quickly. You opted to leave the bottle on the desk for now. “… Is this the end, Emmy?” you leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead, “I'll miss you.”

He whined at your words, “My darling is leaving me to die!” You could only chuckle at that reaction. That was not your intention at all.

“Ingo did say you were relieved of your duties if you needed to go,” you explained. Emmet appeared contemplative. Then another bout of pain hit him. He nodded rapidly in reply.

You had to help lead a broken and dishevelled train man home.

*As in, has to lay down and cannot focus, not actually perish.

[lou-struck]

Strawberry Thief

Keigo Takami x f reader

- Your rooftop garden has been subjected to a crime, now you must take matters into your own hands to find the culprit.

WC 1100+

Sorry if you saw this already, I forgot to queue it.

You’ve always had a green thumb, there was something nurturing about caring for a plant and bringing it forth to fruition till it was ripe enough to bear fruit. So after moving into your apartment, you basically begged your landlord to let you use the unused roof of the complex to make a rooftop garden. Your landlord was a cute older gentleman and he said yes once he saw how good you were with plants and how darn good your cookies are (A little bribery never hurt anyone).

This rooftop was your baby, every day before work you would make sure to water before the sun came up and any weed that grew was quickly struck down. Your crops always yielded good spoils, but the real showstopper was your strawberries. They always turned out huge and juicy thanks to your hard work. But as time went on, you noticed that your plants were producing less and less of the favorite fruit.

Was it bugs? You didn’t think so, with all your monitoring there is no way an insect infestation or a spare slug was able to pass through your impenetrable border. In fact, it looked as if your strawberries had been clipped right off of its stem, carefully and neatly.

You were the only person to have a key to the roof aside from the landlord, who never would bother to climb that many stairs so your Strawberry Thief remains a mystery. At this moment you were more curious than anything else. So you decided to find out what exactly was happening to your sweet red berries.

One summer night when the air was warm and the sky was clear, you decided to sit in the shadows of the rooftop waiting for something to happen. For an hour or two, there was nothing, until there was a small movement and a dark streak heading toward your garden beds. Springing to your feet you go to see what it was only to see a single red feather take to the sky with one of your berries stuck to it. It happened almost too quickly that if you blinked, you would have missed it. But now you seem to know who exactly has been taking your berries, the Winged Hero Hawks. Knowing that there wasn't anything you could do that night, you decided to head in for the night feeling relieved that your berries were not really in danger. But maybe you could have a little fun with this knowledge and just mess with the Hero for a bit.

The next evening after weeding and watering your garden you got to work. Your plan was to make a quick barrier around your Strawberry plants with garden-safe material so as to not hurt them. This would prevent the Bird from getting into your plants anymore. Finishing up, you put your hands tougher feeling very proud of the work that you have done. Unaware of the figure behind you. Turning around, your face hits something solid, looking up you meet the handsome face of your strawberry thief, the Winged Hero Hawks.

He smiles down at you warmly with a hint of mischief in his honey-colored eyes. “Hey there, How's your evening going?”

You look at him very confusedly. “You took my fruit,” you say quietly almost hoping he didnt hear you.

“I guess I did, he says rubbing the back of his head. “If it’s any consolation, I didnt think anyone would mind that one or two went missing.” he says almost embarrassed to be caught.

His bashful reactions make it easier for you to compose yourself. Feeling emboldened, you decide to mess with him a bit. “I thought Heros were supposed to uphold the law, not go against it.” you laugh sitting down looking at him intently.

“I guess that wasn’t very heroic of me then.” he grins “How can I make it up to you, miss…”

“Y/n, It doesn’t matter to me that much I just wanted to know who was taking them, besides,” you say leaning back, “I thought Heros could afford their own produce, if this isn’t the case then by all means keep at it.”

“But yours taste so much better than the one’s at the store!” he exclaims earnestly. Your face heating up at his words. It’s hard to be angry at someone like him, someone so free and charismatic.

“Are they really?” you question.

“Absolutely, but I am sorry for taking them though, I won’t do it again,” he says shifting his weight, his wings slightly rippled with a small breeze. His feathers are so beautiful to look at, you’ve really never seen him up close like this. You are staring a little too much.

“You don’t have to apologize, I’m glad you like them. But they weren’t ready yet,” you say snapping back to your senses

“What do you mean? It was one of the best strawberries I have ever had,” he questions, raising a think brow.

“Don’t you have a patrol to do Hero?” you ask attempting to shake off his question.

“I just got off and was trying to grab a little snack for the road. Before I got distracted by a very pretty gardener.” he winks.

“Do you think you can change the topic by flirting your way out of it?” you ask not being able to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, is it working?” he asks although you arent sure, there seems to be a flash of nervousness across his face quickly replaced by a cutely crooked grin.

“I’d say it is.” you say smiling back at him.” But, it still doesn’t excuse the fact that you don’t believe that the strawberries could’ve been better.”

“You still want to show me?” he questions, its quick but you can still make out a relieved smile. Perhaps the media is a little bold in their claim of his womanizing tendencies.

“Only if you want to, as I said before, they aren’t ready yet.” you tell him unable to keep the smile on your face.

“When would they be ready?”

“Tomorrow....” you say unsure of his response

“Hmmm, interesting.” he croons “Then will I see you tomorrow night?” a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I guess so.” You breathe out not believing that this is happening to you.

“I look forward to it.” he smiles wishing you a goodnight as he takes off leaving you awestruck staring after him till he becomes a small speck lost to the brightness of the moon.

[starshipsofstarlord]

💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺

Infant Issues

bucky barnes x reader / masterlist

warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂

“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.

She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.

“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.

“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.

The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“

“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.

“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.

“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.

This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.

“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms. 

“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.

"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.

"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.

He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”

“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”

“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."

"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.

"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.

"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."

"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.

"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.

"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.

"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.

As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.

"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.

"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.

In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.

"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."

"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.

"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.

Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."

"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”

"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”

He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.

"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.

"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"

"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."

"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the

"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"

"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"

Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-

The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.

“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”

“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.

“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.

Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.

“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”

“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”

“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”

“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”

“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”

“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.

“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”

Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.

“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.

“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”

“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”

“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,

“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”

“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.

“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”

A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.

“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”

“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.

“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”

“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”

“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.

“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...

“I, am Noobmaster69.”

“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.

“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.

“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.

[mxtantrights]

The magic-spy and the bird

the best friends brother trope is in my top 5 tropes. but I've also got a thing for angst. So here we areeeee. enjoy! <3

dick Grayson x f!reader

Jason Todd had asked you specifically to ask his brother out. And he did use the word brother, which you made a point to bring up. He shot it down but still decided to push his message towards you. You should ask Dick out. It wasn’t that simple.

“Jay I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” you said.

He chuckled, “Of course I did. I wouldn’t say it out loud if it wasn’t a well-cooked plan.” 

You made a face at him.

“Okay look, all I'm saying is you’ve got nothing to lose. If anything you're way out of his league.” he said and then gulped down the rest of his beer.

You didn’t like beer and so you worked on a Pina colada. You had done the whole beer thing for years now. As a trained spy it was your go-to for missions at bars. Safe to say you were sick of ales, craft beers and everything in between.

“Ah yes, the magic using spy.” you nodded your head.

Jason nodded along with you. 

“Exactly. Bird brains would eat that up.” he said.

“And when would I tell him that I knew about his secret identity? Before I tell him about mine or after?” you asked. 

Jason sighed and raised his hand for another beer. You rolled your eyes at this. Once he had a thought it was very hard for him to let it go. Especially when it included a thought about people he cared for- no matter how much he claimed the opposite. 

“All Im saying is, you never know until you try.” 

“What are you a fortune cookie?” 

“Fuck off. I’m being serious and I do give great advice you can ask Duke.” 

2 DAYS LATER 

You look at Caliban with bated breath. He had just gotten info on a magic-based rebellion. Work was tight when you rolled with the good guys for too long of a time. You blame that on two men on your life, Jason and Constantine. 

“I’ll put in a good word for you.” he says.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And any-”

Before you can finish telling Caliban that he can call in a favor from you at anytime your surroundings change. In a flash you go from one of the underworld crime bars to a room you’ve never been in before.

You look around and sure enough you see the culprit. Constantine.

“There she is!” he smiles.

Not only did he summon you, he did so in front of an audience. Circled around him is Gotham’s crime fighting family. All of them except Jason, Cass and Duke. All of which know about your secret identity and would’ve stopped Constantine from summoning you. The rest of the family are all looking at you liked you’ve grown a second head.

You look down at what you’re wearing. The long sleeve off the shoulder skin tight black dress was the perfect choice for the club you were supposed to be in. Maybe not so much for a meeting with the Bats and his birds.

You look right ahead at Constantine, “I don’t like being summoned.” 

“Ah, but you’re the best person I know for this job. I had to get you over here.” he says.

You take a quick look at all the other people in the room. Then at the screen behind them. Your information is plastered on it. Well, the information that you’ve decided to let the government think was yours. Your codename was at the top of the screen.

“Constantine says that you’re the best way into the underworld.” Batman says.

You’re confused to say the least. Constantine was Constantine, why would he call you in order to get them into the underworld when he can do it himself? It defeats the purpose of having to call him.

“I’m sorry,” you direct to Batman and then look at your friend, “I need you to state specifically what I’m needed for.” 

Constantine moved from the family over to you. As he did you watched as Nightwing followed him with his own eyes. Now Dick knows you’re not just Jason’s friend from around Gotham. Great.

“Bats got intel that something it going down with this magic group, the-” he starts. “hex mutiny.” you finish.

“You already know about them?” Nightwing says.

“I was just getting someone to put in a good word for me with them before you summoned me here. You’ve got great timing you know that?” you say to Constantine.

He smiles, “Well then it seems like you can be of great service, spygames.”

“And what exactly would I be doing, if I can even get a spot with them?” you throw out the question to the family.

Red Robin crosses his arms, “We need someone on the inside to tell us what they are planning for Gotham.”

“I doubt they’d let a newbie in on their plans.”

“Good thing you won’t be a newbie.” Batman says.

Constantine conjures an amulet in his hand. You want to hit him over the head. He could really be a pain in the ass. You grab it from him.

“With this, you’ll be in the perfect position to get in and get out. Easy.” he says.

You shake your head, “Every time you say that I get a new scar.” 

“I promise sweetheart. No scars this time.” 

“Yeah yeah, you owe me for this.”

EXACTLY ONE WEEK LATER

You knew you would end up wounded. Typically with Constantine it was nothing deadly, or nothing your own magic couldn’t fix. But you knew that your luck had to run out some day. And it wasn't his fault.

After finding out what the group was really up to you couldn’t just let them operate. They weren’t really rebels. No they used that name to paint a narrative. They were fascists.

You held the wound to your waist to stop the bleeding. This would have to be the farthest you could go. There was no way you could run out of this. Not with the blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

At least you brunt the members down to the ash. It took a lot out of you. And that’s why you weren’t prepared for a hit that tore right through you. 

“Why aren’t you moving?” Jason, or Redhood, said through the comms.

You leaned against the hallway wall.

At least you’d die someplace pretty. When you first came in you didn't notice how clean and meticulous everything was. There were painting of famous magicians on the walls. Along with some stolen art, a Van Gogh or two. 

You ripped the amulet off your neck and felt the illusion fade. The necklace fell to the floor and you let out a pained breath.

“I think,” you coughed and on the clean wall was not splatters of blood, “this is it.”

You could hear Jason shouting on the other end. He was calling out your name, calling out for Constantine to come and help you. Duke was calling for you too. And you could’ve sworn you heard Cass say your name once. 

With your only free hand you tried to open a portal out of the base. You knew it would be useless as you had a mortal wound and portal magic works best under no stress and panic, or blood loss. The usual light from your hands glowed faintly until it didn’t.

“Constantine can’t summon you?” Dick asked.

At that you let your body drag down the wall until you reached the floor. When you did sit down more blood came out. So you decided to lay down horizontally. 

“Hey hey- I told you I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” you hear Constantine through the comms.

You want to laugh, but it ends out more of a chocked gargle.

“I screwed up the mission. I deserve it.” you said.

“You did good. Better than any of us.” Batman said.

“Constantine you need to call in whatever favors you have to get her out of there. Now!” Jason shouted.

“Dont,” you started.

“No. We’re getting you out of there-”

“Jason, I’m not a saint. I never would’ve imagined going out like this.” you said.

Once you were born you were thrusted in this world. All you knew was to use magic as a weapon. To get ahead, to get power, to get the glory. And that lasted you until you turned 19. 

Then Constantine crossed paths with you. He was the one to show you that magic has other uses. Such as helping and healing. You learned the best stuff from him.  And you took what you learned and began to help in ways you could.

You didn’t go on the straight and narrow. Never did you consider yourself a morally correct person. Sometimes the lines were blurred, or they need to be blurred. And so you took down seedy organizations, went on recon missions all over the world.

It wasn’t justice. But it was close enough that you could sleep at night or the odd hours of the morning for more than four hours.

“Sweetheart I don’t break my promises.” Constantine said finally.

You were just beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy. The pain was starting to be comfortably numb. Then above you appeared someone you weren’t expecting in the slightest. 

“Caliban?” you asked.

“You owe me double.”

4 DAYS LATER

When you woke up you felt battered and weak You weren’t used to these feelings and you weren’t used to being so close to death. Everyday was a new experience when you’re the Priestess of Espionage.

You cracked open one eye to find a couple of deviants at your side. Jason, Duke and Cass. The youngest took the chair next to you while Duke and Jason seemed to take the floor. Since they weren’t in their gear you guessed that you were out for longer than a couple of hours.

“Not my version of hell but I’ll allow it.” you say in a raspy voice.

It wakes everyone up.

Jason and Duke bolt to your bedside.

“Why’d you almost die on me?” and “Are you feeling okay?” come from them both, respectively. It makes you want to laugh but when you feel the ache in your waist you stop yourself.

“I’m alive, so there’s that. Positives.” you answer.

Jason shoots his younger siblings a look and they scurry out the room. You try to sit up to ask what it was for but he puts his hands up for you to stop any movement. So you lay back down.

“He would kill me if you tore your stitches.” 

You shut your eyes, “Jason I don’t think Constantine would kill you per say.”

You hear the door opening so you decide to open your eyes. And sure enough you see Jason leaving the room and someone coming in. Dick Grayson, out of his suit as well. 

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t read his face. Besides the clear betrayal that was there. He definitely knew that you knew he’s Nightwing.

“Hi.” you say.

His face softens, “Hi.”

“I just want to say that I would’ve told you about who I am. Sooner that you think actually but this mission kinda derailed all of that.” you say.

With his arm crossed over his chest he nods, “How long did you know I was Nightwing?”

You wince.

“For about two years now. Once Jason told me he was Red it was hard to not notice the similarities of the Wayne family and the Bat one.” 

He laughs at that and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must be going good if he wants to laugh. 

“And when did he tell you that I like you?” he asks.

“He didn’t explicitly say that.” 

There’s a beat of silence. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you. But he’s the one who seems to be holding his breath this time. You try to hide the smirk you feel forming on your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Jason had told me that I should ask you out. He didn’t say anything about you liking me.” you answer him.

The red tint that covered Dick Grayson was absolutely adorable.

He nods his head to himself. Twice.

“I- I’m gonna get Jason for you.” he moved to the door.  And you don’t really know what to say. All your words get jumbled in your brain and you can’t put them together in a way that is smooth enough so you deicide to just try your best.

“If you were to ask me out, I would say yes.” you say.

He looks directly at you. Then his signature smirk appears.

“I’ll bring back some food for later.” he says.

“it’s a date.” you answer.