#Oh and Anya's hair is red

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Ideas I have if I had say in making a live-action Anastasia movie

Combination of the musical— the historical/political side AND rasputin. For funsies.

(People will be mad about this, but this is my own opinion) An older Gleb who was there are the Ipatiev house, but didn't have the guts to pull the trigger, so his whole character arc is combating the guilt of failing his country and also if trying to kill a young girl— eventually his arc and Anya's arc develops so that Anya becomes a bridge between people (more on that later) and Gleb learns that she is a good person

Rasputin makes a deal/bewitched Gleb into helping him kill Anya— Gleb ultimately doesn't kill Anya so rasputin says "screw it, I'll do it myself" and there's a dramatic fight on Le Pont Alexandre

Anastasia "dies" at 17 (historically accurate), just before she reaches adulthood; the rest of this plays out in like 1921-22 at the end of the Civil War when poverty is ripe because ✨ War Communism ✨

Dmitri is Jewish— representation, explains his background, creates a sharper contrast between Vlad (a very imperial white Russian) and Dmitri (someone who suffered greatly under the Romanov reign). Thus Anya becomes a bridge between the royals and rich and the poor and suffering— she understands both positions

Dmitri was also a Bolshevik for a short while painting propaganda posters and art— ended up leaving because 1. It wasn't working 2. There was still violence and brutality and 3. He didn't want to fight in a civil war

There is a whole "there was a boy..." moment where Dmitri saves Anya before they meet— Anya manages to get herself away from the Ipatiev house but collapses by the side of a road (eheheh), Dmitri who was on an Agitprop (propaganda) train and abandoned it because Bolsheviks and also white Russian armies finds her and carries her to the closest hospital; she remembers the Star of David necklace around his neck— a reason why Dmitri doesn't want to tell Vlad that he knows she is Anastasia

DMITRI ACTUALLY APOLOGISES— after the whole Gleb and then Rasputin thing (in which he comes to save Anya in the nick of time and ends up being saved by Anya) they have a good chat in which Dmitri apologises without trying to justify his behaviour, but that makes Anya begin to think about how much Dmitri has changed (as in, the further they got from Russia, the softer he became and the more he opened up) and Dmitri admits that by the time they got to france he had forgotten his plan because he just wanted her to find her family and be happy

Then as he's walking away she finds his necklace and is like HOLD UP I KNOW THIS IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE TIME (look I haven't really figured this bit out fully but there's a lot of hugging and when Anya finds the necklace there's a dramatic pause in which she's in the left side of the bridge and Dimitris on the right and they decide to restart)

They don't go to Russia (stupid idea), they stay in Paris and then after the dramatic ending of there "no longer being an Anastasia" (they're just chilling in a little flat" it cuts to several years later where they're living in southern France in a nice chateaux by the sea with a large garden and fresh bread (which earlier on in the movie Anya (so Anya has a home, love and familyasks Dmitri what he would do if he had all the money in the world and he said "find a nice house by the seaside with a big garden and lots of flowers, where I can eat fresh bread every day and have a warm bath and a big bed" and the audience realises "ah that's what he wants the money for. So he can have the basic necessities of life, gotcha" and they have kids (so Anya has a home, love and family BOOM)

Pooka is also in the movie

Fight me

Instead of Everything to Win, Dmitri sings AFTER his exchange with Anya and the dowager and it's basically him taking a step back and going "Woah what have I done, who have I become, I don't want to be here" and then at the end straight up kidnaps the dowager empress and drives her to the hotel 1997 movie-style

I need there to be a moment when Dmitri AND Anya go out separately with Vlad and lily to get clothes, get their hair done and when they both see each other after its like the first "damn he's/she's cute" moment and then they get distracted with how good chocolate is

Love the idea of Dmitri and Anya also going to the Neva club (izvd slub if you read the sign (inside joke sorry)) and Dmitri starts pulling out traditional Russian dance moves after coaxing by Anya and it's a nice moment of all Russians, regardless of their political or social status dancing and having fun (this is the dance break in Land of Yesterday and the end lyrics change at the end from "grand imperial heyday" to something else I'll figure it out)

Dmitri 100% faints from living in a state of near-death for most of his life and then suddenly walking for a week without stopping really and so Nurse Anya™ kicks in and carries him to a little cottage somewhere where a family looks after them for a little bit and Dmitri starts warming to Anya and Anya starts warming to him and yes this is a cute moment in my head thank you (also Dmitri recovering and engaging with the kids and Anya going "aw, he dies have a heart look at how good he is with kids" (hint hint wink wink)

OH when Gleb asks Anya "do you think history wants you to have lived?" And she paused and thinks about Vlad and Dmitri and also the Russians at the Izvd slub (Neva club) and how they've all come together and she can confidently say "yes" because she has been the bridge these people needed to be able to understand and accept one another and gleb's like "oh lol"

Still is not a pining song, it is a "I'm so distraught with guilt and I don't want to make a deal with another guy I hate but still I need to fix my past" yes the lyrics change I need to sort that out

My Petersburg probably changes but I'm not sure what it changes into ior if it stays there and yeah

Learn to Do it 100% happens the way it does in the movie (Vlad waltzing with dima and then throwing him casually while Dimitris Tring to get him to shush about Lily)

Anyway that's all

[deathbyday]

˚ 𖥔˚Anya x implied f!Reader - sticking up for her˚ 𖥔˚

Written By: DeathByDay

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You sat around the lounge room’s table with the rest of the crew. Anya sat to your left, her hands intertwined with yours on her thigh. Swansea was just right across from you, Daisuke beside him. Curly and Jimmy sat on the ends of the table, staring at each other.

You all had just gotten word from Curly that Pony Express has finally shut down and this would be the last time the crew was together. Everyone became upset at the news, rightfully so, but Jimmy was angry.

He ranted about how Curly was selfish and heading for “bigger and better” than the five of you. You raised a brow, realizing how idiotic this fight between the two became.

You weren’t going to say anything about it, but that backfired when Jimmy began going around the table stating everyone’s struggles. And of course, he just had to start with your girlfriend.

“Anya never got into medical school because she’s, well, let’s be real..” He trailed off, glancing at the poor girl. He turned to you and opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

“Oh, fuck you, Jim!” You shouted, slamming your hands on the table and standing up. You pointed a finger towards him, continuing on. “You don’t have any right to go around the table saying that shit. What about you? Why don’t you share with all of us what Curly meant by a ‘struggle of a life’?”

You glared at the man, your eyes full of hatred. His brows furrowed even more as he stood up, his voice rising to match your energy.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to shout at me like that?” He yelled, his body acting like it was ready to pounce on you. “Don’t ignore my question!” You replied, voice raising. Everyone else stayed silent, watching the two of you argue.

That was until you eventually ran around Anya’s chair and slapped the brunette across the face, causing him to push you. You gripped his hair and slammed him into the ground with all your force, not thinking about how much more strength he had than you.

You two continued fighting, punches and kicks being thrown around. Daisuke had his hand clasped around his mouth in shock, looking like he was about to burst into tears and giggle like a kid.

Curly got up from his seat and shouted at the both of you in attempt to stop the fight, but failed miserably. As his attempted failed, Swansea stood up and grabbed you from underneath your arms and dragged you back, stopping the chaos.

“C’mon, kid!” He muttered a bit loudly, struggling as you fought back. Anya stood by the older man, a few tears in her eyes. As Swansea let you go, you were about to pounce on the brunette once again, but your girlfriend held you down by placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, stop!” She scolded, her grip tightening. You glanced up at the woman, obeying her order. You turned back towards Jimmy, seeing his face bruised up. You lightly chuckled, knowing that you fucked his face up.

Anya helped you up before dragging you away from everyone, walking to the medical room.

“Baby, I’m fine..” You muttered, dragging out your words as if you were pouting. She shook her head, concern written all over her face. “No, you aren’t. Your face is all bruised, not to mention the blood coming out of your nose.” She replied. She seemed mad, but her features told a different story.

After a few seconds of walking, you finally got to the medical room. You sat down in the red chair beside her desk, waiting for her to get the supplies to help you. She quickly grabbed them and set them down on the table.

She brung a few tissues that were wrapped around each other and pressed them against your nose, stopping the bleeding. You groan, feeling the red liquid drop onto your lip. “You shouldn’t have done that.” She mumbled, shaking her head in disappointment.

“But he came at you for no reason! I can’t just not step in.” You defend yourself, slightly giggling as you recall his bruised face. She sighed, taking the tissue away from your nose.

She then grabbed an ice pack, placing it against your cheek. You grumble, squirming in your seat at the new temperature. “Do you really think this is necessary? I swear, I’m fine.” You pout, feeling uncomfortable as she held you in place.

“This is necessary. If we don’t get this treated, the bruising can get worse.” She explained, gently tapping the ice around your face. You nod, taking a glance around the room as she did so.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, causing you to turn to her. “Did I do good?” You murmur, hoping for her praise. She fights back a smile and gives you a light chuckle. She places her hands on her hips before exhaling, the worry in her face gone.

“You did great, honey. Just please promise me you won’t pick a fight with anyone else? We really don’t need you getting fired.” She smiles down at you, bending over and giving you a light kiss on your forehead before leaving the room, taking the ice pack and extra tissue with her to deal with Jimmy.

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authors note

I’m so sorry if this isn’t as good as you were expecting, my eyes are literally fighting to stay open💔

But thank you for the request!! I appreciate it very much<3

[goingdownondaisuke]

Bro! Imagine the tuplar crew reacting to their artist s/o drawing layers upon layers of sketches of them, ( Including 🔞 sketches of them 😏)

as an artist i heavily fw this 👅 thank you for your request!! (gender neutral reader, nsfw under the cut!)

anya ۶ৎ

this girl was scavenging in your room looking for one of her favorite shirts she'd left she last time she spent the night

and then, she came upon your desk, which was littered with sketchbooks and stray papers

you were incredibly talented; you could masterfully draw someone with only a singular glance at them, your painting style reminded her heavily of the renaissance era, your eye to detail was unbelievable, and so, so much more

so she wasn't surprised to see some sketches and paintings of her—she had even posed for some!!

however, what she was surprised about, was seeing the...more suggestive works

her cheeks warmed considerably and her eyes widened as she held up a sheet of A3 paper, a beautifully messy, colored sketch of her sitting on a wooden chair and playing with herself filling the page

she had to admit, she looked exceptionally beautiful, her hair mussed up and sticking to her sweaty flushed skin, the soft, small rolls of her stomach as she hunched forward, the dusky pink of her lips, her nipples, her cunt that was leaking slick, the slick that was dripping off the chair...

"wow..."

and yet another one!

a small piece of mixed media paper, with a painfully detailed drawing of her lips and plump breasts—her lips permanently parted as if captured mid-moan, an index and thumb pinching her left nipple, her dark hair falling over her shoulders

needless to say, she put those drawings right the fuck back and left—she was too embarrassed to ever bring them up to you

although, she would love to have you draw her while she was masturbating in real time...

GOODBYE I RLLY WENT ALL OUT

curly ۶ৎ

"what's all this?"

curly thumbed through your sketchbook, his eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise as he studied the several drawings of him

then, he picked up a smaller, newer looking sketchbook, and on the first page...

"huh."

curly tilted his head as he looked at the explicit drawing scrawled across the page, one that featured him leaning against a wall, hunched over as he squeezed his thick, heavy cock, a single drop of cum leaking from the reddened tip

he actually admired himself, he looked amazing!

his thick muscles flexed, his dark eyebrows furrowed, and oh my god, his ass!

he flipped the page, a messier sketch filling his sight

he wasn't really sure what was going on, but it was obvious the main focus was his big, swollen dick that had cum spurting from it

his forearm was sprawled across his eyes and his lip curled slightly

he laughed, feeling himself harden a little

"y/n!! i didn't know you drew me so often!!" he ran downstairs to the living room where you were perched comfortably on the couch, waving your sketchbook in his hand to your immediate embarrassment

daisuke ۶ৎ

daisuke didn't know much about how often you drew, it was typically him who was showing off his art

he was looking through your drawers to find a pencil, when he came upon a small sketchbook

his eyes widened, he was so excited to see what you'd been cooking up!!

he opened the book to a random page, a drawing of him looking out the window with earbuds in scrawled upon the surface

he admired it, the way you captured his calm, smiling expression, the cheerful, quiet atmosphere of wherever he was

he flipped to the next page, and the next, and the next, grinning at your skill until...

"!!"

he was quite shocked to see a sketch of him fucking a pocket pussy

his cheeks were flushed red, his skin was glazed with sweat, his eyes were squeezed shut in nothing but pleasure

he swallowed, breathing heavily and trying to figure out what to do with himself

after a deep breath, he smiled widely and put your sketchbook back, making a mad dash to his bag to show you the drawings he made of you

"hey y/n!! i draw you a lot too!"

"huh??!"

jimmy ۶ৎ

didnt know how to feel about seeing the abundance of drawings of him

on one hand, he was extremely egotistical about it

'that's right, my perfect s/o just loves to draw me'

on the other, why?

why would you want to draw him?

his eyes studied the pages as he flipped through them

there was him sleeping, him drinking from a glass, him...?!

his eyes widened as he took in your work, quickly melting into a smirk

it was him, crawling towards the viewer, with his dick in his hand, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his drooling tip

"goddamn..." he whistles lowly as he flips to the next page, the content being him taking you from the back on his worn couch, the rest of the house in the background in obvious disarray

his sick grin, the way your face was buried into the cushions, the grip he had on your ass...

it made him so, so hard

surely if you showed him these drawings earlier it would've been a fun, shared experience

"y/n, you wanna explain this?"

now only god knows what he's gonna do with info

swansea ۶ৎ

was just confused

"is this me? ..yeah."

his eyes were squinting and his eyebrows were furrowed the entire time he gazed upon the pages upon pages of him

it warmed his heart a little, he couldn't deny

he laughed slightly at one particular drawing, you kissing his temple and him holding his signature frown

the whiplash he got from the next page could've sent him to the emergency room

it was him, drawn from the perspective of someone on their knees, (especially so regarding the contents), looking down with a grin and holding his dick towards the audience

"right."

he sets your sketchbook down, yet not back in the spot he found it, and goes back to sit on the couch with you

he'd never bring it up but with the way that drawing was simply...there on your desk told you all you needed to know

im sorry his is so anticlimactic but i honestly feel like he'd see one explicit drawing of himself and just leave 😭

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Can you please do nsfw hc’s with the Tuplar crew dealing with a bratty reader

i can, I can! :-)

Curly

-a gentle man through and through. -Wouldn't use force against his beloved brat, so spankings or whips are out of the question! -Strict, but soft. -"Baby, stop pouting." -"Stop being like this, we both know how it ends up." -"What, does my girl want attention, is that it?" -Favorite form of 'punishment' is orgasm denial. -He's not cruel, but he is a tease. -Likes pulling out of you right when you reach your peak and watching you squirm and beg. -He'll make you apologize for your behavior before he finally lets you come. -After that, its sweet cuddles and kisses and pampering through on out.

Jimmy -Complete opposite of Curly. -HATES when you act like a brat. (loves it.) -The instant you start talking back or misbehaving, he's grabbing your hair and tugging hard.

-"Oh, so that's how we're gonna play, doll?" -"If you're so keen on usin' that smart mouth, I have a couple ideas." -Will fuck your throat until you choke and tear up. -He's not nice about it. -Smacking your ass til it's red, orgasm denial, he's just mean. -But it doesn't mean he doesn't love you, he still adores his sweet girl. -Sometimes you just need a proper warning. :-)

Swansea

-do what you fucking want. He doesn't care. -..unless you're actively getting on his nerves. -"Alright, you fuckin' brat. You want somethin'? I'll fuckin' give it to ya." -Will bend you over his knee and spank you til you start crying from the pain/pleasure. :3 -then he'll ruffle your hair and make you food or something! -sighs... old men... -But yeah, he doesn't really care unless you actively piss him off.

Daisuke

-is the brat. -im sorry but this guy is the brattiest man i've ever seen. -Whining, pouting, puppy eyes. All that. -"Babbyyyyyy..." -"Make me/what are ya gonna do about it?" -Fuck the shit out of him!! -seriously, he loves it.

Anya

-Poor girl is just tired. -"please, honey... not now.." -doesn't do punishments. Just lets you be a brat. -she just doesn't care. -She literally might cry if you do too much. :-(

[traveler-at-heart]

Run, baby, run

Summary: Natasha is very competitive, and that includes your daughter.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Based on some real life events lol

Natasha was a lot of different things for many people. Depending on who you ask -friends, foes, family- she could be stubborn, deadly, relentless. To you she was kind, loving and supportive, in a way that no one else knew.

You would all agree on one thing, though.

Natasha was too competitive.

Being married for three years, you’d grown used to it. As a matter of fact, it could be entertaining especially if she was playing pool or darts against the boys.

But this morning, when she shows you the flyer, you actually have to look twice, sure that Natasha lost her mind.

“Baby crawl race?”

“Yeah, only for babies under one year. You know, they set a track and time them…”

“I mean, I figured. I just… why would we want Anya to do that?”

Your daughter perks up when she hears her name being called and you both smile.

Anya is ten months old, but she’s way advanced for her age. It must be Natasha’s genes, because you’re sure that before she turns one, she will be walking or even running after her other mother.

“It sounds fun”

“And winning has nothing to do with it?” you press, reading about the prizes. “Everything listed here are things we already have. A stroller, a crib… ooh, a formula machine, fancy”

“We can still register if we leave now” Natasha picks up Anya from her playpen, and the sight of their matching red hair melts your heart as usual.

“Fine. We better get going”

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To your surprise, there are over a dozen babies registered to compete. Natasha takes care of everything as you walk around the store where they’re hosting the event.

She comes back with a smile and a little paper with the number 17 on it.

“Your lucky number” she smiles at you, taking Anya in her arms.

You both watch as other kinds play and stumble around the mat. Most of them seem younger than your daughter, and only a few look close to being one year.

“That one’s gonna be easy to beat” Natasha muses, looking at a small kid that can barely sit.

“Natalia” you slap her arm. “He’s a baby”

“No. They are all competition. And we have no mercy, right, detka?” Natasha insists, bouncing your daughter in her arms.

“Alright, I’m changing her diaper before everything gets crazier” you decide, noticing how there’s a crowd forming around the place where the kids will crawl.

You make small talk with some of the clerks, who seem excited at the prospect of a silly race that will entertain them in the middle of their shift.

By the time you return, Natasha’s quiet, looking at the parents and their children.

“Everything ok?”

“Perfect” she nods, taking Anya in her arms. “Now, kiddo, listen to me, we are Romanoffs. We are fighters and more importantly, winners. So go and make us proud”

Anya responds by giggling and pulling a strand of her mother’s hair. Natasha smiles, saying something in Russian and kissing Anya’s cheek.

The mat is split in half so only two kids can compete at the same time, a screen with a timer behind them.

As expected, some of the kids get distracted by their race mate or crawl around instead of going in a straight line.

“What did I tell you? We’re gonna crush the opponents” Natasha whispers and you slap her arm.

She’s taking this way too seriously.

As you stand next to some parents, Natasha sniffs around, speaking into Anya’s back.

“Baby, did you go potty?”

“I don’t think so” you know Anya frowns and makes a little grunt when she does number two and she’s been pretty quiet this whole time.

“Oh, never mind” she turns to the parents standing next to you. “Not ours, detka”

The parents hurry to the bathroom. There’s a nagging feeling at the back of your mind when you notice how quiet Natasha is. It increases when the parents miss the race because they were stuck chaning a diaper.

Your wife tries to hide her smile, but there’s no way she planned this. Just a coincidence.

Right?

“Babies 10 and 11” the organizer calls. You noticed the girl is older than the other kids, standing out because she can close the distance faster.

“Best time has been 55 seconds. This should be interesting” Natasha comments.

Sure enough, the kid is about to finish when a bright blue ball crosses her path, getting her distracted and making her return to the start line.

The parents try to guide her back but it doesn’t work at all.

“Oh, well”

“Try not to look so happy about it” you whisper, but Natasha just chuckles and places a kiss in your temple.

After a few more minutes, it’s Anya’s turn. You carry her to the start line and Natasha kneels at the end of the mat, keeping her eyes focused on your daughter.

“Three, two, one. Go!”

All Natasha has to do is place her open palm on the mat. Anya’s seen her do it so many times and knows it means one thing: as soon as she touches her mama’s hand, she’ll throw her in the air the way she loves to.

It takes Anya 15 seconds to get to Natasha. Your wife rewards her with her favorite thing, and if it were anyone less graceful and quick, you’d be unnerved by the sight of your daughter kicking her feet while being lifted off the ground.

“Nicely done, pumpkin” you join them, smiling as Anya jumps to your arms.

“A worthy adversary, at last” a man comments as he takes his son to the race. “Let’s see if we can do it better than you”

“Doubt it” Natasha glares but you elbow her, smiling at the man.

“She meant to say, good luck. You’ll do great, sweetheart” you smile at his son, who waves back at you with wide eyes. He’s incredibly cute.

“Fraternizing with the enemy” Natasha tsks.

“He’s a baby, Nat”

“I didn’t like the way the father was looking at you either” Natasha grumbles, leaning forward to kiss you.

Definitely not complaining about her competitive streak now.

As your declared enemy gets ready to race, the father frantically looks around for something lost on their backpack.

“Did you bring it?” his wife insists.

“Yes! The purple elephant! We were playing with it a second ago!”

Apparently, that was their only resource, because the timer starts and their kid is focusing on everything but them.

They manage to finish after two minutes.

“Better luck next time” Natasha comments as they leave, her hand going around your waist.

She’s being so ridiculous but somehow you love it.

The winners are announced, and you cheer when the first place goes to none other than Anya Romanoff.

“Yes, baby. We are the champions” Natasha sings, bouncing her around. Anya has no idea what’s happening, but she’s enjoying the moment.

“Very nice” you comment when the organizers hand you the prize. “Good work, Anya. Keep it up and maybe we won’t have to pay for college”

“Of course she’ll get a scholarship. Or become a professional athlete. Or become president” Natasha says, walking back to the car.

“Oh, those are a lot of things. Maybe she’ll want to focus on just one”

“Nah, she’s got it. She’ll do it all” Natasha kisses Anya’s head and you can’t help but melt.

“Best thing you ever won?” you ask Natasha as you drive back home.

“No, that would be you” she says. “Of course, I mean the bet I made with Tony that I’d get you to date me over him”

“Ugh, you’re so ridiculous” you roll your eyes.

—

The excitement of the race exhausts your daughter, and she’s fast asleep by the time you get home.

You know this won’t last long, so you prepare her clothes to run a bath once she’s up.

As you’re going through her bag, you pull out a toy that’s definitely not Anya’s.

A purple elephant.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova!” you shout, looking for her.

“Oh-oh” Natasha mutters and clears her throat. “Yes, dear?”

“You took that baby’s toy!”

“I did not! Ok, I did. But look, I timed him when they were practising and Anya’s time was still better. I just really didn’t like the way he was staring at your boobs”

“Mhm, right. Winning was just a plus”

“See? You get me”

“That ball that distracted the other kid was not a mistake either, huh?”

“I don’t know what you mean, darling”

“And the parents that missed the race for changing the diaper?”

“Now, that was just a happy coincidence. The rest, yeah. Totally me”

“Evil! Stealing a toy from a toddler” you wave the purple elephant in her face. Natasha takes it and throws it over her shoulder, wrapping your legs around her waist in a swift motion. “What are you doing?”

“I got you that fancy formula machine, didn’t I? Where’s my prize?”

You laugh against her lips, but it soon turns into a moan, as you feel Natasha’s hands slide down your back to cup your ass.

“Anya's gonna wake up in thirty minutes or less. Can you handle that?”

“I do enjoy a good challenge” Natasha says against your lips, showing you how much she loves to win.

And honestly? After a mind blowing orgasm, you love it too.

[starrieangel]

🧸Mouthwashing Crew Takes U to Build-A-Bear🧸

i am letting the autism win with this one boys

Here are some imagines for the Mouthwashing crew taking you to Build-A-Bear! They'll pick out a bear for you and help you fill it with love, give it a bath, and even record a special message just for you! This is sickly sweet and incredibly self-indulgent- I have a lot of emotions for this game. I've written fic before, but never on tumblr and never a fluff fic abt a gruesome psychological horror game, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Female Reader, (Implied) Age Regressor Reader, i made jimmy normal and not a psychopath (for fun)

Curly

Curly would pick the Happy Hugs Teddy Bear for you!

Okay, really Curly let you pick which bear you wanted. There's no way he could decide out of all the choices there, plus he might not pick the right one and he really wants you to just get one you'll really love- he would definitely overthink things. So of course you had to pick one with the same wavy blonde locks that remind you of him ♡

For his special message, he would say,

"You’re my special girl."

In his sweet and soft voice. If he had his way, he would sing a lullaby, so that when you couldnt sleep at night, you could squeeze your teddy and hear his voice sing you to sleep- but he’s way too shy to do that in public, so he kept it a bit short but sweet.

You both give the heart a kiss and a rub, and Curly helps you fill the bear with just the right amount of stuffing.

He would definitely turn beet red when he realizes how often you're going to be pressing the bear's tummy just to hear his voice... HE'S SHY..!! And now everyone is going to hear him be SOFT OH GOD..

But he melts when you look up at him, so so happy you have a teddy that makes you feel just as safe and loved as he does, so maybe a little bit of embarrassment is worth it

Bonus Idea: If for some reason there was a Post-Crash Curly in this scenario, then when you two cuddle he would reach over and press the bear's tummy whenever he wants to remind you that you're still his special girl, even if he can't say it to you himself ♡

Anya

Anya would pick the Wolf Pup Stuffed Animal for you!

Anya would choose a wolf because she was a wolf girl growing up of its pretty silver color and their connection to the moon ♡ One of her favorite activities is looking up at the stars with you, and now you'll have a soft new friend to join you two.

Her special message to you would be

"I'll always love you, starlight."

She would say in her soft and silky voice, using her special pet name for you to make you smile.

"Let's make sure she's squeaky clean, okay?" She would say, helping you brush the plush's fur and give it a pretend bath, rubbing behind its ears for good measure.

She'd ruffle your hair and tell you what a good job you did!

When you get home, she would spray it with her perfume so it even smells like her ♡ I think she would smell like lavender or clean linen :)

Daisuke

Daisuke would pick the Sun Sparkle Teddy Bear for you!

Daisuke would pick this bear for you because of all the fun colors !!! (And because you said no to his sillier picks... no, you do not want a minions build a bear, Daisuke...)

His special message to you is

"Hi Pookie I just want you to know I think you're like totally the cutest girl ever! And I hope whenever you hug this bear you think of me and that way you won't ever ever have to miss me! And- Oh, the lady is telling me Im running out of ti-"

Even when he isn't trying, Daisuke is always making you laugh.

In fact, when stuffing the bear, he may have tried to overfill it just a tad... It was almost impossible to sew the bear closed.

He would definitely go on a small shopping spree picking out all the outfits your bear will need (Surfing, at the office, fancy dinner, etc. Typical bear activites.) Until you calm him down and pick out just one cute Hawaiian shirt for your new friend to wear :)

Jimmy

Jimmy would pick the Fuzzy Fox Stuffed Animal for you!

I think he would choose this one because of the muted colors. It's not overly bright and cheery but still cute enough for his little girl. (But not cuter than him, right? ... Right?!)

For his voice message, he would say:

"I love you, baby doll..."

in a low, gravelly voice. He’s embarrassed to say anything, to be honest, doubly so when both you and the worker go "Awww!" at his declaration.

He lets you rub the heart and add it to your new friend.

He would tell you you overstuffed him, now he's fat (He's just teasing)

He's always messing with you and playing with you. When you go to give your new friend a bath, he plays with the plushie while you try to bathe it. "I don't want a bath! Noo, I wanna stay dirty! You're drowning me!" He puts on a funny voice, just for you. You're the only one who can get him to lighten up, smile, and be playful like this, especially when you giggle and desperately try to give your mischievous plushie a pretend bath.

[noirsdoll]

Love love your Dad Curly x Daughter Reader stuff! What if one day Curly gets a gf (it could be Anya or some random woman) and the Reader comes up with a plan to break them up (what that actual plan is can be up to you). Can't have another woman take her daddy away after all..

need this... reader running everything behind the scenes and curly is just oblivious to it all!! this is so long i got lost in the sauce LMAO cw for father/daughter incest and dubcon! also smut!

Your dad has a new girlfriend.

He met her at a ski slope, he was impressed by her skills— like skiing is hard. You can ski too, you just choose not to, you're better suited to things other than fucking skiing. She’s just a loser.

As you've gotten older, you've noticed that Curly's choices in who he dates have begun to bear more and more resemblance to you. But their personalities are trash— whiny, inconsiderate, not good fits for your dad who is sweeter than honey.

Whatever. This new girlfriend will just be another phase. They only last a handful of months before Curly breaks them off, quietly admitting to you a week later that it was because they were nothing like Mom. Then he looks at you like he's staring through you, like you're a shopping list he's memorizing before his next trip.

You expected she would be the same as the others. Problem is, this relationship is approaching a year steady, and you're getting annoyed. Why hasn't he gotten bored like he usually does? Are you the only one that can see through all her inane bullshit? You need to do something to stop this. And here it is, the final nail in the coffin:

She keeps trying to make you call her Mom.

You almost threw up the first time you heard it. "Stop calling me that, you know you can just call me Mom, right?" Your blood has never boiled hotter, you wanted to slap her.

But you didn't, because Curly was right there, beaming his brightest fucking smile. "Aw, there's my two girls getting along."

Two girls. Your stomach turned over and you promptly excused yourself. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, so similar to hers that she could be confused for a skinwalker, the plan formed in your mind.

It wasn't difficult, really. One easily-guessable phone password later and you were in. Changing your saved name in her phone to a man's name with far too many heart emojis, you started a small conversation between her and you.

When the three of you are watching a movie, you send her a sneak text and her phone lights up. You try to hide your grin. "What's that?"

Curly, being the gentleman he always is, reaches to snag the phone for her. "Oh, I can read it for you...," his voice trails off as he stares at the message. "Babe, who is this?"

You watch from the corner of the couch as the fight ensues. She's bawling her eyes out, blackened tears soaking her face as Curly just looks at her like his soul has been leeched from his body. You feel bad for hurting him, but it was a necessary evil. Now he knows better than to go looking for someone else— you're right here.

And then she's gone, nothing but her irritating perfume as her memory. Curly collapses onto the couch with a sigh, running a hand down his face. "Sorry you had to see that, honey."

"It's fine, Dad," you loom closer, a hand on his thigh, "she was a bitch anyway."

He looks at you, confused. "Who told you to talk like that?" Curly's eyes are red with unshed tears. You wipe them away for him.

“I’m just being honest. What, you didn’t notice either?”

He looks at you, then away, pursing his lips. Curly has a habit of that, dismissing his opinion, bending and folding himself into something that mindlessly agrees because that is easiest.

You take that as an invitation to get closer, practically in his lap. "Are you okay?" You smooth his hair out of his face.

Curly sighs again, less laboured. "I just wish your mother was still here. Everything was easier when she was around."

"I look just like her, don't I?" Your old photos of her say just as much.

"Oh, yes," he smiles distantly, "you look more like her every day. I just worry that--"

"Then fuck me."

His eyes blow wide in disbelief. "What's gotten into you?"

The radius between you is so short that you can feel his warm breath against your skin, the only thing that’s separating you two is a thin layer of air and clothes. “You don’t want to?” He must want to, his dating history points towards it, the way he looks at you, everything.

Curly squeezes his eyes shut with a held-back groan. “You can’t just ask me things like that, sweetheart.” He looks at you with weathered eyes. “It’s wrong, it’s—“

But then you’re kissing him and suddenly it isn’t wrong, because he kisses back with just as much fervour. Curly’s hands swallow your waist up and he tugs you against him. You’re taking advantage of him in a vulnerable state and you could not give less of a shit, because he’s grinding you against his cock.

Your hands scramble for his pants, you finally have him, after years and years of scaring away every girl that tried to take your dad away, it’s all paid off because you’re the one getting stretched open around him. He eases himself into you. You’re so full of cock you swear his tip is nudging your brain.

Curly rests his forehead on your shoulder, fucking up into you as your nails drag along his back for purchase. Each experienced cant into your pussy has tears budding in your eyes. You think he says your mother’s name at some point, but you’re too lost in the moment to care.

You slowly move with him, finding a rhythm that relieves that lifelong ache in your gut— an innate pull towards him. The unhurried movement of your hips feels so good, heat fizzling up your spine and erupting in sparks behind your eyes.

You kiss him open-mouthed, one part moaning and the other sobbing as he has you how he wants, tugging you up and down his cock, stuffing you over and over again.

Curly cums with a gasp, his hips pressed firmly to yours as he buries every last spurt deep inside you. Instantly, he realizes his mistake, pulling away, his blue eyes filled with horror.

“I didn’t mean to— fuck, I didn’t—“

And you just shush him and tell him it’ll all be fine, that you’ll take care of it. He won’t ever need to think for himself again if he stays with you.

[crunchcrunchteacakes]

I read that Anya's design was adapted from Ashe, a character in Tatsuya Endo's previous one-shot Rengoku no Ashe so I decided to read it.

And you can straight away see the resemblance, the pink hair the Eden uniform the “horns”. But as I was reading the one shot, Ashe’s character resembled Yor more. Ashe and Anya’s powers are somewhat similar but their approach to dealing with it is different, Anya craves stimulation, she is energetic bubbly and cheerful, but Ashe’s personality is rather serious, quite and socially withdrawn (because she has to hide her “witch” powers) like Yor.

In terms of appearance Ashe wears the same spiked earrings like Yor and she too has red eyes. Additionally Yor and Ashe face structure is similar, Endo draws them both the same way.

The same contemplative gaze.

The same fight stance.

It seems like Endo Sensei decided to split Ashe’s character design into two separate characters for Spy x Family. And that’s just amazing because I always wondered what Anya would have looked like if she was Loid and Yor’s biological child and the answer is Ashe. (Let’s pretend Loid’s genes are very dormant).

I hope teenage Anya continues to look like Ashe, I want other characters to comment on how Anya looks exactly like her mother. Twilight often wonders how he managed to adopt a girl that grew to resemble Yor so much, Fiona (internally in tears) tells new recruits at WISE how skilled and analytical best spy Twilight is to forge a family that look so alike.

Damian has a little crush on Yor because he thinks she is pretty, years later he looks at teenage Anya and just goes oh shit, Melinda finds it adorable. Camilla thinks Yor and Loid had Anya in secret years ago and where hiding her like a shameful secret. Yuri is convinced that Yor’s love and care is so great that they have powers to remodel genes.

[emmmaa4]

I don’t know if you do male reader! But if you can please do make it that and if not do gender neutral.

Buttttt I would love a fic where Male reader just puts Jimmy (mouthwashing) in his place, just fucks the shit out of him really, give him a taste of his own medicine kind of thing, just rough sex.

I’ve love your work, and your writing is so amazing!! Take your time please if you do my ask 😭🙏

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this proposal and for your words. I hope you and others like this fic. 💙

Male!Reader x Jimmy (mouthwashing)

⚠️ TW: NSFW, abuse, degradation..

"A taste of your own medicine"

I had entered into this 'great adventure' to feel better and to be a little more useful. I don't think I'm a bad guy, I just have a very strong sense of justice when it comes to the bad things that happen to me or, rather, to the people I like.

When one time, Anya, the Tulpar nurse had taken me alone to the infirmary, only to break down crying in front of me, almost screaming about how Jimmy had abused her, used her, as if she were just another piece of meat; something in me broke at that moment, I was furious. Even though I only tried to hug Anya and comfort her

"Please don't tell him anything! He'll kill me, I swear, he will..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell him anything, I promise Anya."

Of course that was a complete lie but honestly, I didn't want her to worry anymore. Curly was a corpse that could barely breathe, Swansea and Daisuke were just trying to do what they could to keep going; and on top of that, this idiot, in the end, ends up getting away with it like a slippery worm in the mud.

So, I just didn't think about it, I didn't want to think about it. Do I really have to think about it at this point when we're all about to die?! I don't think so. I looked for Jimmy, and I found him, he was almost hiding (so to speak), he was in the console room, this room was full of that white foam shit, Jimmy looked upset; I went in, closed the door behind me, the room was red because of the lights.

"You?! Get out of here, I'm making a plan because of your fault, because of Curl-"

He spat out his filthy words, thank god I'm a bit taller than him and fast too, I quickly punched him in the face, sending him crashing to the ground, the metal making a giant clatter. Jimmy gasped, his face scrunching up in anger, already getting up as he staggered to punch me. I grabbed him by his overalls, "Oh, don't you think you can, you little shit" - I quickly tackled him back onto the metal floor, chest face down, being crushed by my weight.

"You think you're a genius, without feeling guilty about all the things you've done?! Huh?!"

I grabbed him by his hair, lifting his head forcefully to whisper: "I'll make you taste a little of your own medicine.."

He gasped in shock, I used my hand to slam his head back into the cold ground, him gasping at the pain it caused him. I quickly tore with what I had of my strength, of my fury, his pants and pulled them down, I heard him scream beneath me but I quickly spanked him even though he had boxers on, he screamed loudly at this.

"Shhh... You like doing this to innocent people but you don't like it when it's done to you? Crying bitch..."

I started to hit his ass more, his body responded with small spasms, he also let out small gasps at my spankings. I got closer to his face, my mouth on his ear to whisper: "If you try to escape, I'll kill you."

I let go of Jimmy's hair, for a second I thought I saw tears in his psycho eyes as I got a little closer, I could only smile at the thought. I positioned myself behind him to tear the fabric of his boxers, his ass was already red; I couldn't help but bite my lower lip furiously, seeing so much pain from someone who had caused that same pain.

I started to hit him more, his ass turning a painful red, I heard Jimmy let out a scream out of nowhere causing me to quickly squeeze his ass with my big hands: "Shut up, you didn't let her scream, why I would let you then? Get your ass up."

Jimmy's hips shook but he still tried to lift them as best he could, I saw him turn his head slightly to the right to see me behind him, I saw a small dry tear come out of his eye. I would lower the zipper of my jumpsuit to take it off below my hips and take out my cock, resting it between Jimmy's two red and sore buttocks, he would jump when he felt it: "Oh, is the abuser sensitive?" I said with pure sarcasm, he dedicated himself to sticking his face to the floor. My cock began to harden, leaving pre-cum at the entrance of his ass, I would rest the tip of my member at the entrance, I decided to take just a few seconds to tell him with a furious voice: "I hope this hurts" - I slammed my penis inside his ass completely, without gentleness, without love, only fury and revenge.

Jimmy's little screams would sound all over the room, with the red consoles and that foam around. I would hear him gasp, I don't know if it was from pain or pleasure, I didn't care; I would pull out and bury my cock against his ass while I grabbed his red buttocks to hold him even if it hurt, I would hit him from time to time, just to take out the anger I have of him ON HIM.

"Stop! Stop please!"

"Oh no... we're going to be like this until you can't move anymore."

I grabbed his hair back so I could ram him deeper, my hair disheveled from moving so much, in a harsh way I grabbed his hips and rammed one last time, my balls would pucker as I would cum inside him, even being inside, still grabbing his hair I would guide his head so he would turn to look at me, he had saliva coming out of his mouth, along with dry and new tears coming out of his tear ducts; I got closer to his ear and whispered:

"Take responsibility Jimmy."

I threw his head against the ground, leaving him lying there, as I stood up to put on my overalls without a care in the world, I walked to the metal door, before leaving I gave him one last look; lying there, panting, having small spasms, and the worst? He had cum, his semen shot in his abdomen.

[c0zyrainfall]

Becky: I'm gonna call you strawberry jelly from now on

Damian: What

Becky; Because your face is red as a strawberry and you're the most jelly boy my own two eyes have ever seen

Damian: I am not!

Damian: Hey triangle man get away from my girl

Becky: Damian, don't throw things.

Arnold: This is your girl?

Damian: Uh…  no

Arnold: Then why are you mad?

Damian: Idk. Cuz you have triangle hair I guess

Loid: I guess Anya can dance with Triangle Man if she wants. It's not like the Desmonds would ever consider a relationship with a girl who plays with her own snot anyways.

Anya: You overestimate their taste. The Desmonds love me.

Anya: Sorry boys, but I can't dance with you because none of you are plot relevant. Catch ya in another chapter though

Damian: I'm going to very unsubtly stare at her and hope she catches the drift that I want to dance with her even though I don't even know that I want to dance with her.

Ewen and Emile: Time for the Bachelor Junior

Damian: Absolutely not, I hate reality TV

Anya: Oh I am so getting the preference rose

Loid: Forget about all that other stuff I just said. Anya is so getting the preference rose

[sissylittlefeather]

In honor of Halloween...

"Devil in Disguise"

I wrote a vampire fic but PLOT TWIST Elvis isn't the vampire.

YOU ARE!

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI!!!! Kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), a little girl on girl action, threesome (MFF), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also vampire bites and blood drinking

A/N: this was a fun stretch for me. Please let me know what you think!

You've honestly forgotten how many years you've been a vampire. You know you were turned at the end of the American Civil War as a means of survival for your children, who are all dead now anyway. After your youngest passed, you moved to France. You followed the American soldiers here in 1944, since they had literally been your bread and butter since you were turned. Now, the war was over, but your job as a dancer at the Moulin Rouge was too good to leave and there was still a steady stream of young men, and even soldiers at times, to keep you well-fed and young(ish)-looking. You had been 33 when you were turned, so that was your permanent age, but when you were well-fed the men assumed you were younger and never bothered to ask if you weren't.

None of the other dancers knew what you were except for Anya, who was also like you and had been a refugee after the Russian revolution. While she was younger, she had become your closest friend in the years since you'd come to Paris.

She was the one who alerted you to the presence of one Elvis Presley in the spring of 1959. You'd seen him on television and knew he was in Germany with the Army, but you hadn't expected him to show up here.

"He's on furlough. The girls are fighting over who will get to be with him first." Anya whispers to you as you get dressed. Luckily you've learned to understand her thick accent. She knew you were always looking for a new challenge and she preferred rich, older gentlemen, so she wasn't interested in this boy, as she thought of him.

"Oh, Anya, I don't know. I'm exhausted and he's sure to be surrounded by photographers and fans. It'll be hard to get him alone."

"You're tired because..." she leans in and speaks softly, "you need to feed. And how fun would he be?"

"Maybe. I don't want to compel him, though. That's too easy."

"Then don't. Go out there and show these little girls how a woman works." She slaps your ass and gives you a wink before walking to line up for the opening dance.

******

After your dances are finished, you're sent to mingle with the men in the club and see if you can't score a few extra tips. You see the throng of people and assume that must be where he is. Swinging your hips as you walk, you move to a spot in his eye line, but far enough away to not draw the attention of the crowd. He's got dancers all around him and he must've kissed a half dozen of them already, but you recognize the look in his eye. It's the same look you have on most nights. He's hungry for a challenge, something new and exciting and not the same girls falling at his feet.

That's when his eyes meet yours. They lock for a good thirty second before his gaze moves down your body. He takes in your black and red bodice and fishnet hose, all the way down to the black heels on your feet and back up again to the feathers stuck in your hair. But you know what he wants, so you pull your eyes away from his magnetic stare and start to walk away, a look of disinterest on your face.

You move slowly across the room, talking and flirting with patrons as you do. Still, you can feel his eyes on you, tracking you like a predator with prey. Little does he know, he's the prey in this scenario and he's falling perfectly into your snare.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him dismissing the girls around him and trying to shake the crowd that follows him, assuring them he'll be right back. But you know better. Once he's yours, he'll be yours for the night.

You keep making your way around the room until you feel a soft hand on your shoulder and a voice in your ear.

"You runnin' away from me, mama?" You turn to face him with a bored smile.

"Should I be?" The hunger in his eyes intensifies with your apathy towards him.

"I'm told I'm a pretty good time. You might not want to run away just yet." He's laying it on thick for you, smiling devilishly, with his lip curled just so. You have to admit, he is very good looking, and you smile in spite of yourself. He leans his head back a little, confident he's got you now.

"Come on, mama. Let's go somewhere we can talk."

That didn't take long. He's less of a challenge than you thought he'd be. Turns out his hunger is your best weapon.

"Follow me." You smile up at him through your lashes and make your way to the door that leads backstage. Once you're back there with a little privacy, you push him up against the wall and kiss him deeply, running your hands down his front to the top of his pants and then back up. At first, he's caught off guard, but it doesn't take him long to wrap his arms around you and pull your body in close to his. He has some skill with his tongue and you realize that you're hungrier than you thought you were. You feel your fangs start to extend, so you pull away quickly and grab his hand, practically dragging him to one of the rooms you use for this sort of thing. He doesn't complain about your speed, though.

When you get inside, you turn and lock the door behind you.

"Damn, baby. Somebody knows what she wants."

"You have no idea." You round on him, trying to keep your fangs hidden until the right moment. You don't want to scare him away too quickly. It takes everything inside you not to just pounce on him, but you take a deep breath and feel your fangs retract.

You push him backwards to the edge of the couch.

"Sit down."

"Yes ma'am." His eyes sparkle with the excitement of being told what to do. You can tell he's used to being in charge, but he's not opposed to letting you take control. You walk over to the record player and put on something jazzy and sensual. The more aroused he is, the more vitality you can derive from his blood. When you get back in front of him he reaches out and puts both hands on your hips.

"Nuh uh." You move his hands back to his lap. "Just look. Don't touch."

"Mmm." He grunts and bites his bottom lip as you begin to move in front of him. You sway your hips seductively and touch your body as you dance. Slowly, you reach behind you and unzip your bodice, letting it fall to the floor. The only thing you have on underneath is your fishnet hose and his mouth drops at the sight in front of him. He adjusts his pants and you know he's well on his way to where you need him. You slide the hose down and kick off your shoes until you're standing in front of him completely naked. He still hasn't closed his mouth or been able to make a sound. You straddle him on the couch and reach for his tie. His hands go to your breasts and again you stop him.

"Did I say you could touch?" He whimpers.

"Honey, please..."

"I will tell you when you can touch me." He whines and flexes his hands before he puts them back at his sides. You begin to undress him slowly, first his tie, then his jacket, and finally his shirt, running your fingers across his chest lightly. He barely even has hair there.

"I need to touch you. Please." He looks at you with puppy dog eyes and bucks his hips up into you. You feel his hardness pushing against his pants. Then, you stand up again and he moans.

"No, honey, I'm sorry..."

"Take off your pants." He does as he's told and frantically removes his pants and shoes and then sits back down on the couch. His cock bounces in his lap and you can't help but be a little impressed by the size of it.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes, please, mama." He looks at you with his eyes wide, dick twitching. You walk toward him and he reaches out, first cautiously and then hungrily, his hands exploring your body feverishly. He pulls you down into his lap and kisses you passionately. He lays you on your back on the couch and kisses down your neck. You put your hand on the top of his head and gently push him down toward your center.

He smiles. He can do this part well and he knows it. When his mouth makes contact with your clit, you yelp a little because it feels so good. He really is talented with his tongue and it's obvious as he licks and laps at you. Then, he slides two of his long fingers inside you and starts to move them in and out. The sensation is almost overwhelming and you feel your orgasm building deep in your core. He knows he's almost got you there too, so he picks up the pace of his hand and tightens his tongue to a point as he licks over and around your clit. Finally, the waves crash over you, sending heat and electricity to your fingertips and back again. You shudder and pulse around his hand and he does that boyish grin again.

"How badly do you want to fuck me?" You ask as he makes his way back up your body.

"Honey, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life." You push him up into a sitting position and straddle him again, slowly sinking onto his cock until you're stuffed to the hilt with him. He groans and leans his head back on the couch. You feel your fangs extend again with the pleasure and do your best to keep your mouth closed, but his neck is exposed and you're so hungry...

"Honey? You okay?" You realize that you've stopped moving and snap back to reality.

"Mhmm!" You go back to grinding on his lap, pushing him deeper and deeper. That was too close. You have to keep yourself under control better until he's lost in a post-sex drunken haze. Why is he getting to you like this? You need to not let yourself get this hungry.

"Fuck, mama. This feels so good. I'm getting close." You stop and stand up off of him. "What? Why?"

"Not yet." He breathes deeply and leans his head back on the couch again. You grab a robe off the back of the door.

"I'll be right back."

You step out into the hallway and almost run smack into Anya.

"Oh thank God. I need your help. I'm having a hard time controlling myself. Help me finish him off." Anya looks at you concerned.

"Okay. I will help you." This isn't the first time this has happened. You've helped her and she's helped you before. Balancing the desires and hunger as a vampire is a delicate business. Sometimes it takes two of you to keep each other in line.

You open the door again and step in with Anya. He sits up and attempts to cover himself with his hand.

You unzip Anya's bodice and let it fall to the floor, pulling her into a deep kiss, your breasts pressed up against each other. Elvis sits on the couch with his mouth open again, unsure of what to do next. When you both turn to him, he sits up straight and swallows hard. His cock bounces in his hand as he looks at you both there naked in front of him. You sit on either side of him on the couch. Anya's hand goes to his dick and you pull him into a kiss. You add your hand to hers and he groans, watching you both work with his eyes wide.

"Holy fuck." He whispers as you lean in and kiss each other again over him as you touch him. Together, you lay him down on the couch. Anya climbs onto his face and he goes to work. But when you slide his cock into you, you hear him moan audibly. You begin to bounce up and down on him quickly and he grabs your hips. He has a hard time deciding what to do with his hands as Anya sits on his face and you sit on his dick. He gets her to an orgasm pretty quickly, being as skilled as he is and she stands up off of him. He's surprised when you lean in and kiss him, even with Anya's desire on his lips. He thrusts into you from underneath and you feel another orgasm forming, your fangs starting to descend. She can tell you're struggling, so Anya leans in and kisses you hard.

"I think he's almost ready." She whispers with her thick accent. She grabs his hands and holds them above his head while you fuck him.

"'M gonna come, mama." He groans. You don't stop. Instead, you move faster, your own orgasm just a couple of thrusts away. You slam into each other faster and faster, harder and harder, all while Anya holds his hands. Finally, you scream and he cusses loudly.

"Yes, fuck, oh my god!" He pumps into you weakly as he shudders and fills you with warmth. You come too, hard, and your fangs come out one last time. You can no longer hide them and you lean forward to the soft supple skin of his neck.

"What?!" He begs, but doesn't fight back. You gently pierce him with your teeth and suck as the blood comes quickly. It's sweetened with the energy of his desire and his release and it fills you in a way you didn't think was possible.

As you finish, Anya releases his arms and you lick the tiny marks on his neck, knowing your saliva will heal it quickly.

"Did you just bite me?" He asks drunkenly.

"I did."

"I liked it."

"Most of you do, you just don't know it until it happens."

Anya kisses your forehead and grabs her things, wrapping the robe around herself and disappearing through the door.

He sits up and wraps his arms around you.

"Did you get younger?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Make me like you."

"Oh, no, honey, I would never."

"Why not? Please?" He looks at you with his round blue eyes and you see the pain there. You kiss his hair and hold him close to your chest.

"You don't really want this. I promise."

"What if I really do?"

"I'm not turning Elvis Presley into a vampire."

"Then I'll find someone who will." You look deeply into his sex-drunk eyes.

"We'll talk about this in the morning." You curl up next to him on the couch as sleep approaches both of you.

"I'm not changing my mind."

You drift off in his arms, thinking about what it would mean to release him into the world as a new vampire. Is that a responsibility you're willing to accept? Is it really what he wants? Can you be the vampire that makes the most famous man on the planet immortal?

You don't know. But tonight, you were the vampire that fucked and drank Elvis Presley. And who else can say that?

******

Hope that was a fun treat!

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Taglist:

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[mouthwashingconfessions]

Hey, I recently saw the Twitter post where the Devs for Mouthwashing gave an interview about the game. The number of people just going in and saying, "Oh see! She said Curly would cover for Jimmy! HE'S JUST AS BAD!" made me want to rip my hair out. Did they even play the same game? These fuckers act as if Curly was some damn fratboy patting Jimmy on the back for "getting some." or that Curly should've pulled a Superman while still in the middle of a space delivery. Pony Express makes it impossible to report abuse. The ship NEEDS a co-pilot. If the cryo pod gets used, I'm confident it will be docked from everyone's pay... and Curly knows Anya has no savings. He's literally trying to fix this mess within all the red tape around him, and the tragedy is that even his friendship with Jimmy didn't matter to the asshole. Context is dead yall, and I've said my peace.

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[void-ink-studios]

Rinse and Spit [Part 5] - A Mouthwashing AU

This chapter did NOT want to be written, but here it is, finally. A break in the tension, but it is not a resolution. There's still a long way to go before peace can be found.

Read on AO3 here!

Content Warning:

Major Character Death

Graphic and deadly injuries

Depictions of choking

Word Count: 2,100

The air was still for a moment.  Silent.  Painfully so.  Curly stared up at Jimmy, who’s eyes had gone wide.  The captain couldn’t even turn his head to see who fired with the pilot’s weight still pressing on him.

The gunshot still hung in his one good ear, the sound ringing in a high pitched whine.  He couldn’t even hear his own breathing anymore.

Jimmy and Curly stared at each other, the pilot’s hands still grasped around the captain’s face.

And then the blood started to fall.

Jimmy made some kind of gurgling sound as blood dripped from his mouth.  And the hole in his neck.  Red blossomed onto the grimey, dark blue jumpsuit uniform.  It dripped onto Curly’s face, like the beginning of a storm.

Then he started falling.

Jimmy continued to gurgle as he fell forward then off of Curly’s body, the grip finally releasing from his mouth and haw. Curly didn’t even watch where Jimmy landed, instead just immediately trying to vomit the meat back up.  He wanted it out, he wanted it out of his body.  But he couldn’t, he couldn’t make himself wretch.  It was down his throat, it was in his stomach.  He could at least hope his stomach can’t handle solid food right now and he vomits later.

He finally looked towards the door.

Anya had a wide look in her eyes as she held the gun, still smoking a little from the shot.  Her gaze was trained on where Jimmy landed.  There were tears there, but she didn’t let them fall.

Daisuke looked in a state of shock, looking between Anya and Jimmy, his hands covering his mouth.  He made sounds like he was about to start saying something, but stopped.  For once, his words seemed to fail him.

Swansea had the ax in a firm grip in his hands.  He wore a serious expression, one that hid if he was shocked or scared at all.

All eyes trained to the gurgling, groaning sounds coming from the floor.

Jimmy wasn’t dead somehow.  He clutched his throat as blood spilled from the wound, trying to choke out words.  His eyes were wild, bloodshot.  He tried to reach up, to grip the bed and haul himself up.

But no one even let him lift an inch.

Anya swung her foot into his side, as hard as she could.  She looked shocked by her own movement as she drove the steel toe of the uniform’s boot into his rib cage.  And again.  And again.

The air dropped out of Jimmy’s body, sending him tumbling back to the ground.

Blood started to pool on the floor as he turned his attention to Anya.  He grabbed at her pants, trying to haul himself up her leg, angrily pushing words out through his own drowning.  “You…. bitch…”

Swansea didn’t let him get too far.

The ax made a sickening thud as it drove into the back of Jimmy’s head.

No one moved an inch.  Not until Jimmy finally let go, collapsing into a pool of his own blood.  His eyes were truly empty now.  Open, but gazing into nothing.

“Oh my god… ooooh my god.”  Daisuke murmured that to himself, unsure of what to do.  There was a body in Med Bay.  There was the body of their coworker, pilot, and briefly captain, laying dead in Med Bay.

“Good fucking riddance” Swansea mumbled to himself.  He placed his heavy foot down on Jimmy’s back as he pulled the ax from his scalp.  The blade dripped red, bits of hair stuck to the sticky edge.

“Holy shit… Holy shit, what do we do now?!  Why… Why did you do that?!”  Curly could hear the intern starting to hyperventilate.

“Why?  You really wanna know fucking why?  Ask Anya.”

Daisuke looked frazzled, switching between Anya and Swansea.  “Anya?”

“...We need to get him out of here.  Figure out where to put him where he won’t contaminate anything important?”

“Let’s take the important shit out of here and lock the door then” Swansea growled.

“I can’t just do that, Swansea, Curly still needs us.”

“Why are you still putting in the effort, Anya?  He’s not going to make it out of this.  All it’s doing is keeping you awake at night and stressed.”

“Why do you keep questioning my decisions, Swansea?  I want him to live.”

Swansea looked unimpressed with that answer.  Curly just stared into the back of her head.

Why…?

Take responsibility

Something deep within him churned.

“Well that still doesn’t tell us what to do with shit for brains down there.”

“Why don’t we… why don’t we put him in the cockpit?  No one’s going in there again, right?”  Daisuke… Poor, sweet Daisuke…

“Maybe.  But we could need something from there.  The code scanner was still there after all.”

Swansea dragged his hand down his face.  “Well, where else are we gonna put it?  All the rooms are sealed off.”

“What about the cargo hold?”

“Maybe we could pickle him in mouthwash.”

“Daisuke,” Swansea snapped, “not now.  This is serious”

Curly could feel his stomach gurgling, waves of sick washing over his entire body.  He knew what was coming, he could feel his throat starting to push the other way.  He couldn’t bring himself to turn his head.

Maybe he’d finally choke to death.  On the meat of his own leg.

As his… as the crew argued over the pilot’s body, Curly wretched.

The sounds of the argument might’ve stopped, or it might have been muted when Curly’s body pushed every ounce of energy it had into this evacuation.

His stomach emptied what little it had to begin with, the acid burning his already ruined throat, spilling over his face and chest.  He sobbed as he felt the chunks of meat finally be expelled from his throat.  He wanted it out, he wanted it out.

He sobbed as he wretched, tears burning the skin around his eye.

“Curly?!”

Anya rushed over to his side, trying to take stock of what caused him to get this sick.  She gently turned his head, trying to get him to cough up whatever’s pooling in the back of his mouth.

“I-I… I thought it was mouthwash, I thought he gave you mouthwash… What… When did you get meat, Curly?  How did you hurt your leg?”

Everything blurred in a haze of pain and choking.

I hope this hurts

Curly continued to sob, trying in vain to push her away.

Let me die

He felt rags being pressed against his leg to stop the bleeding, Anya once again trying her best to repair his destroyed limbs.

Not worth the effort

“Curly, stop, let me look at you.”

Take responsibility

Curly’s chest heaved, caught by coughs and sobs as she took the pieces of meat from his mouth.  He couldn’t look at her.  He had no right to look at her.  She shouldn’t have to save him again.  Not after everything.

“Oh… Oh my god…”

He finally let himself lift his head.  Anya was looking at his leg.  The bleeding she finally managed to stop.  She looked between the cut, the bloody hacksaw Curly had dropped, and at the peace of meat.

“No… No, he didn’t, he couldn’t have…”

“That… That’s sick.  That’s fucking sick.”  Swansea was finally showing a little bit of emotion.  One of revulsion.  Daisuke looked like he’s about to be sick too, considering how much green there was on his face.

“Why… Why would he…” Daisuke nudged the dead pilot with his foot.  Maybe he sought answers from the corpse, or maybe he was checking that he was really dead.  “I thought… I thought they were friends…”

“They were… they were good friends.”  Curly couldn’t tell if Anya had a tint of venom while she said that.  He couldn’t place the emotions in her voice.  He couldn’t blame her if there was bitterness there.  “...There’s blood in your vomit…”

As Anya diligently cleaned his mouth and face, she took a closer look at what he had wretched up.  It was mostly just bile, but… sure enough there was blood in it.  Quite a bit.

“What does that mean?”

Swansea leaned over Anya to get a good look for himself.  Curly couldn’t help but eye the still bloody ax uneasily.

They still haven’t decided what to do with him, after all.

“It could mean a lot of things… Blood in vomit could mean there’s something wrong with his stomach, or that he’s been swallowing blood.  But…”

Anya continues her examination, gently taking a look inside his mouth, before touching along his throat.

He flinched when she reached Jimmy’s usual spot.  Where he’d usually place his thumbs and let his weight do the rest.  He couldn’t help the little pain filled wheeze that escapes him when she pushes on it lightly.

“...Leave.  I’ll take care of this.”

“Anya-”

“Please.  Leave.  We can… We can discuss what to do after.  I have a job to do.”

Swansea seemed taken aback by Anya’s firmness.  But he didn’t say a word of protest.  He just nodded.  “Come on Daisuke.  Let’s… Let’s take a breather.”

Curly didn’t look at any of them.  Just stared at the ceiling as he heard the door open and close.  The metallic smell of blood hung heavy in the air.  But the silence felt heavier, like something was sitting on his chest.

“Curly…?”  Her voice sounded wounded.  Not again… he didn’t hurt her again, did he?

Take responsibility

“Curly, look at me right now.”

Take responsibility

He shook his head.  He looked anywhere except towards her, even preferring the blindingly bright sunset than looking at her.

“Curly.”

Take responsibility

She turned his head to face her.  She looked so sad… Why did she look sad?

“Curly.  I need you to nod your head for yes and shake your head for no.  Do you understand?”

Curly nodded.

“Is that too painful?”

Curly shook his head.

“...Curly, did Jimmy give you your painkillers when I asked him to?”

Curly nodded.

“Did Jimmy do so gently?”

Curly didn’t move.

“Curly, I need you to answer me.  Did Jimmy give you your medications gently?  Like how I demonstrated?”

Curly took a breath before shaking his head.

“Did he touch you in ways that hurt?”

Curly nodded.

“Did he hit you?”

Curly nodded.

“Did he…”  Anya very lightly touched Curly’s throat.  “Did he choke you, Curly?”

Curly hesitated.  Anya was gazing so deeply into his eye.  Her face was painted with worry.  With regret.

The captain nodded.

She made an awful sound.  Something between a gasp and a sob.  She saw the bloody hand print smeared over Curly’s hospital gown.  The places where his bandages had been pulled and dug into.  She covered her mouth.

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t think he’d…”

She seemed to start and stop a few times.

Take responsibility

Curly shook his head.

No no no, Anya, don’t…

“I… I heard him… I heard him saying things… I didn’t think he’d… that he’d hurt you like he did me… I… I just wanted his attention off of me.  I didn’t think what his attention on you could mean… Curly…”

Please… Please don’t say it…

“I-I’m sorry, Curly… I didn’t know… I didn’t want him to hurt you…”  She started to tear up.  She gripped the bloody hospital gown in her fingers as her breath hitched.  “I’m sorry.”  She let her head fall onto his chest as she started to sob.  She shook as if the weight of the world was coming down on her shoulders.

Curly felt stinging around his eye again.  Was he crying?  He didn’t have the right.  How dare he.  How dare he make her apologize.

He shook his head as hard as he could.

Take responsibility

He should be the one apologizing.

I’m sorry Anya, I’m sorry Anya, I’m “orry… A…ya…”

Anya’s breath shorted for a second.  She looked up, looked at him, her eyes red from crying but so very wide.

“C-Curly…?  Curly did you just…?”

Take responsibility

“I… ‘orry…. A… ya…”

His throat gave out on him soon after, sending him into a wheezing cough.  Everything hurt.  More than usual.

Anya didn’t seem like she knew what to say.  She was shocked to hear his voice again, as broken, strained, and fragile as it was.

“Curly…”

She returned her head to his chest, placed her ear over his heart, and listened.  Listening to it persist, despite everything.

Neither of them spoke after that.  Nothing interrupted the buzzing of the screen except a few hiccups from Curly’s chest.

There’s so many things he wishes to tell her.

More than anything, he wishes he could apologize again.

Again and again.

[fortunefavourstheboldau]

chapter 6: remember my name

Chapter Text

"James."

"..."

Swansea walked over to the man, watching James struggle against the ropes he'd been contained in. He kicked the chair, before removing the duct tape over James's mouth.

"Fuck you."

James snarled at him, cheek caught on his yellowed canines.

"Hush. I have a few questions for you, boy. I'll give you dinner if you answer them."

"You're fucking torturing me? I haven't done anything! You lied to me! You know I didn't do anything, but you'd rather kiss Curly's boots so you get my paycheck!"

Swansea began to walk away, fiddling with the roll of duct tape in his tool-belt. He'd read snippets of Curly's notes, but they were practically illegible, so he wasn't even sure James had done something. But, he trusted Curly. If Curly decided something had to be done, something really had to be done.

"You know that's not true. Curly's not normally one to take action, so if he's decided you're a problem, you're a problem."

"So you've decided to blindly follow him? Like a pathetic, bleating sheep at his ankles? ... Do you really hate me that much that you would take anything he says as gospel? Even with all his problems?"

James's glare followed Swansea around the room, his hands clenched in tense fists. Red flared across James's face, the back of Swansea's hand sparking pain down his body.

"You fucking shot him! You were trying to kill him! Of course I'm not going to believe you. But, I'm giving you a chance to tell me what you did to make him feel the need to act against you."

"Why should I tell you? Wouldn't you rather hear it from your oh so stellar Captain? I'm sure he'll twist little lies to keep you in his web."

Swansea sighed, joints creaking as he moved to sit in front of James.

"I'm not doing the shit talk games. Just tell me what you did, and I'll throw in my portion of dinner too.. Jimmy."

God he hated calling James by his nickname. The name Jimmy made him sound like a good kid who plays on the swings at recess, and cries when the teacher forgets to assign him a role on the class jobs list. Not whatever he'd become now.

"Really? You'd do that,"

Jimmy glanced at Swansea's body, taking a little too long to stare at his stomach.

"considering the kind of... person you are?"

Swansea stood up, ignoring the fury beginning to build behind his eyes. He walked up to James, unravelling the duct tape from his tool-belt and replacing the old sliver. James struggled against the ropes harder, flinging his head against the back of the chair in the process.

"You know what, I give up. You can rot in hell for all I care."

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"Curly? You up yet?"

Was he really dead?

Anya couldn't bring herself to check.

Would the answer even comfort her in any way?

"I wish I hated you for not noticing sooner, honestly. I wish I could just tell you to leave me alone, and to never talk to me again, but I can't bring myself to."

She sat down beside him, leaning her head on the freezing metal of the cot. As much as she wanted to hate him, wanted to curse his name and leave him to drown in his sorrows, Anya couldn't bring herself to do so.

"I miss you. You haven't been yourself in a long time."

Anya grabbed his hand, running her fingers over the callouses etched into the weathered skin.

"You used to be so... happy to see me. You would practically light up the whole room when you came to greet the crew. ... Sure, it was all an attempt to seem like you knew what you were doing, but I think you used to like it here."

She looked up at him, eyes running over every scar on his limp body. Was he a natural blonde? She'd never met someone so tan with such bright blonde hair and blue eyes. God those eyes. It was as if he could see everything hidden away in her sombre soul. Every mask she put up, every shield to protect herself, every damn white lie to hide her cracks.

"I think we all used to like it here.. You made me feel like I belonged here. Like I wasn't a broken mess. You... you made me feel like my worst moment didn't make me a monster, incapable of ever finding solace in this place. And yet, you didn't do anything to prevent it from happening."

Anya felt a lump grow in her throat, struggling to swallow it down. She had to make peace with him. She couldn't stew on it any longer.

"You said it yourself, you told me you'd do anything. And now you've left me alone to fix this mess without you!"

She sobbed into the crinkled plastic of the bedsheets, chest heaving with every shaky breath.

"I-I can't do this by- by myself! ... please don't leave me here Curly!"

They wouldn't listen to her. They'd let Jimmy free when the Tulpar landed. Pony had blocked her every attempt to report him, why would they change now? They'd blame Curly's death on her, say she wasn't good enough at her job, say she failed her duties as his nurse. They'd find a way to blame Swansea for the misuse of the gun, applaud Jimmy for surviving his containment.

"You were the last person who... understood."

Anya clawed at her wrists, salt echoing on her tongue. Blood ebbed from reopened wounds, the pain strangely comforting in a way. She clawed and scratched for a sense of control, each spark of pain fuelling her to go further. They wouldn't remember her for what she'd done for them all. They'd remember her for what he did to her. They'd curse her name for not bringing the child to term. Her hopes and dreams would be forgotten, killed for the man who 'had a future ever so bright as a brilliant co-pilot', a 'reformed man, who'd been reintroduced into society despite his beginnings'. She didn't want to give them the chance to scorn her name.

"I'll see you s- soon, Grant."

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A warbled cry crawled its way out of Curly's dry throat. He attempted to sit up, the bandages wrapped tightly around his thorax cutting into the exposed flesh; and slumped back down, defeated.

Was he back in his timeline?

Did he really fail her again?

Curly laid there, waiting for the agonising pain to sink back in. But it didn't. The freezing air circulating around the room from the company "certified" aircon clung to his body, and yet it didn't have the sting it used to.

"Ahnm- Ahnmya?"

He managed to croak out a semblance of her name, and yet... No one answered back.

"Annya? Where.. are you?"

He tilted his head towards the spot where he remembered Anya laying, cold and lifeless, after Daisuke broke into the medical bay.

"ANYA!"

Oh god, there was so much blood,

"DAISUKE! SWANSEA! ANYONE, HELP!"

Curly screamed, lungs turning to concrete. Was that a pill bottle? He crawled towards her, ribs burning in agony as he catapulted himself off the bed; and reached for her hand. Anya still felt slightly warm, but her face was a concerning blue.

"Anyha, can you hear me?"

Curly cradled her in his arms, pulling her as tightly towards him as he could manage.

"Anya, I need you to answer me! Please say something, Anya!"

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"Curls? Whats- ANYA?"

Swansea bolted over to the pair, heart sinking to his shoes. How long had she been like this? Based on the colour of the blood coagulating on her uniform, the blue tint appearing on her pale face, and the tear stains on Curly's face, it had been a while. Curly croaked out an order, voice shaking with every word.

"Top left cupboard. First aid. Now."

"How long?"

Swansea flung the cupboard doors open, searching for the iconic red of the first aid kit.

"... Too long, I'm guessing."

He threw the kit at the bed and rushed over to Anya.

"Can you help me get her up?"

Curly slid away from Anya, and lent out to lean on a monitor. His legs wobbled as he tried to pull himself up, cursing under his breath at his failure. Swansea sighed, lifting Anya as delicately as he could

"I'll take it from here, Captain. You stay there and direct me, okay kiddo?"

Swansea opened the first aid kit, searching for tools that would help him. Curly clung to the monitor, forcing his feeble legs to stand.

"Pressure, then check vitals, I think."

"Got it."

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"She's pregnant."

"I know, Swansea. The baby's life is not a concern to be having right now."

Curly stood next to the older man, using him to stabilise his footing.

"Yours?"

"... Jimmy's. Not my story to tell."

Swansea looked over at Curly, brows furrowing in confusion. Curly sighed, beckoning for him to hand him his notepad.

"All I'm going to tell you is that I'm writing a report. At the next stop I'm handing him to the police, and upskilling one of the crew to replace him. I.. I should have done this a long time ago, but it's better late than never."

"Is that why you were so desperate for him to not get your notes?"

Curly shifted in place, tensing up. He hadn't told anyone except for Anya about the whole 'prior life' crap. Even then, he wasn't entirely sure Anya believed him, as much as she said she did.

"If he thinks the story's turning against him, he'll kill us all just to stay as the hero in the media."

"... I tried talking to him."

Fiddling with the pages of his notepad, Curly turned to Swansea.

"He tell you anything?"

"No. Kept berating me for 'blindly following you' and other bullshit like that. I even tried bribing him but then he pulled the 'im just giving you advice' shit."

Swansea sighed, handing Curly a recorder?

"You nicked my recorder too?"

".. Yes, but I recorded James havin' a screaming fit about you and Anya. Might help you with that report against him."

Curly hugged Swansea. He wanted desperately to tell Swansea everything, to sob into his oil-stained shirt and beg for forgiveness; but he wouldn't. Not until Anya wanted to say her side. He wouldn't let anyone take her voice away from her again.

"If Pony sues you two into the ground, you two always have a place at mine. You'll have to mow the lawn though."

"That lawn'll be sparklin' , Big Swans."

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"They'll fucking regret this. I know this ship like the back of my hand. The Tulpar's my ship too, and she'll bend to my will. Once I break these ropes, this ship's going down in flames. I̴͛͜'̵̺͂m̸͎̈́ ̵̺̕g̷͙̿ǫ̷͘i̴̓͜ń̷̬ḡ̶̪ ̶͈͊ẗ̸̤́ö̵̖́ ̵̟͒f̴̧͝i̶̡̔x̸̣̃ ̸͉̇t̸̗̆h̵̳̋ȉ̷̞s̸̼͊.̸̞̓"

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Anya stared at the night sky screen on the wall of the medical bay. God her wrists stung. By now she was used to that pain, but she'd never felt so lightheaded.

"You there, Anya? I'm uh.. I'm going to check your vitals, alright?"

She turned to face the blonde, his face beginning to pale. He was alive? She was alive too? Anya felt her heart drop to her stomach. So she'd failed that too. She couldn't even succeed at the one thing at the back of her mind always, a result of that damn dead pixel.

"Anya! Oh my god you're awake!"

Curly rushed over to her, taking both her hands in his.

"Morning, Curly."

Anya smiled at him, ignoring the spots flickering across her vision. She'd be surprised if the baby survived to the next stop, considering how close she'd gotten to completely passing based on the amount of blood staining the tiles.

"I missed you Anya."

"Thanks.."

Anya swallowed, a lump forming in her throat once again. She couldn't tell him she'd been fully convinced he was dead, and that had sent her into a spiral. She couldn't tell him she was considering not even making another report, that she was terrified of the legal system blaming her for her own assault. She didn't want to tell him she knew she'd get the questions asking her what she wore, what she said, if she really didn't want it. Anya knew the system would never believe her. But Curly was convinced it would.

[traveler-at-heart]

The Tooth Fairy

Summary: Your daughter gets a generous visit.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Sorry for the weird format, I’m on my phone. Also, fun game, drink everytime you find the word fairy in this fic 🧚

“Mom!”

Your daughhter’s scream puts you immediately on edge.

Her voice is quivering, as if she’s not sure she should be crying over what’s happening.

“What is it, sweetie?” you kneel next to her on the playground, mentally counting all her fingers and checking for injuries. You have to stay calm for her sake.

“My tooth fell off” Anya says, showing it to you. “Does this mean that I can’t eat chocolate anymore?”

“No, sweetheart, it’s fine” you pick her up and carry her to the park bench. “These are called baby teeth. They’ll fall off and then you’ll get your new ones. And those are for good.”

“Promise?”

“Well, yes. Unless you eat too much chocolate. Then you’ll get cavities”

Anya keeps looking at the tooth in her hand and then offers it to you. Closing one eye, you examine it as if it were a diamond.

“The tooth fairy is gonna be real happy with this one”

“There’s a fairy?” Anya perks up and you smile.

“Oh, yes. You have to leave it under your pillow with a small note and then they’ll pick it up. Leave you a dollar or two if they think it’s a good tooth”

“I wanna write the note, can we go home now?”

“Yes, sweetie” you carry her, relieved now that Anya seems happier.

—-

It’s not an easy task, but you persuade Anya to wait for her other mom to write the note. You’re sure Natasha wouldn’t wanna miss it.

After all, this is the same woman that almost cried when she was away on a mission and your daughter sneezed for the first time.

“I’m home” you hear the door open and close. Anya smiles, eager to tell her mom about the highlight of the day.

“Mama” she jumps to her arms, wavy red hair flying as Natasha catches her.

“Someone is very happy to see me”

“I’m happy to see you too” you say, leaning forward and giving her a quick kiss.

“Then why aren’t you jumping into my arms?”

“Mama, I’m going to meet the tooth fairy!” Anya interrupts you, pulling her tooth from the pocket of her pants.

“Your first tooth? And I missed it?”

Damn it, she’s gonna cry again. You can’t have that.

“Baby, you didn’t miss it. Anya still has to write a letter. She’s been waiting for you”

“Yeah, come on” Anya bounces on her arms, encouraging Natasha to go to the living room.

“I’ll work on dinner while you two do that, ok?” you kiss Natasha’s cheek and let her enjoy the time with Anya.

From your spot on the kitchen, you can hear Anya asking all sorts of questions about the fairy lore.

She’s a smart kid, so all Natasha does is hand her the crayons she requests. Anya falls silent, and then begins to write the letter.

“All done?” your wife says and Anya covers the sheet of paper with her tiny hands.

“This is a secret letter”

Natasha looks at you, both struggling to hold your smiles.

“Dinner’s ready” you announce, serving pasta.

Anya giggles when the spaguetti goes through the whole her tooth left.

“Baby, don’t play with your food like that” you scold. Then you turn to Natasha for support, only to find her creating a spaguetti mustache that leaves her face full of sauce. “Honestly, Natalia”

“Mama is in trouble” Anya laughs.

“She’s doing the dishes, that’s for sure” you agree.

After dinner, Natasha prepares a bath for Anya while you clean the kitchen. You both know you’re too obsessive to leave the cleaning to anyone else.

You go to the study to write a small thank you note for Anya from the tooth fairy. You even add some glitter for extra flare.

Tucking it in the back of your pocket, you walk into your daughter’s room to wish her goodnight.

“Is it under your pillow?” you check and she nods, yawning.

“I wanna wait for them”

“Oh, the fairy only shows up when you’re asleep, darling. Like Santa”

“Are they friends?” Anya says, quickly falling asleep.

“Yeah, you could say they’re practically the same person” Natasha whispers and you nudge her with your elbow. Anya is already asleep, so it doesn’t really matter if she heard that last part.

Quietly, you take the letter from under her bed and place yours instead.

“Why are your hands all shiny?” Natasha asks as you’re getting ready for bed.

“Welll, I am a fairy, baby. Haven’t you heard?” you tap the tip of her nose, leaving some glitter on it.

“I’m happy I was here for this” Natasha says against your shoulder as you cuddle.

“Me too” you say, your eyelids heavy. “Oh, crap. I forgot to leave the money under Anya’s pillow”

“That’s ok, I’ll do it”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. You’re the stealthy spy here” you smile when Natasha kisses your neck and leaves the bed. You’re so tired you fall asleep before she comes back.

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The smell of coffee wakes you up.

Coffee and pancakes. Stretching, you get out of bed, feeling relaxed and happy.

“Hey, baby” you greet your wife, admiring her toned arm muscles accentuated by the white tank top.

“Morning, detka” she smiles, adding more pancakes to the plate next to the stove. “Breakfast is ready”

“I’m hungry for other things” you lift the edge of her tank top, scratching Natasha’s abs with your nails. She follows your lead, tilting her head and parting her lips to let your tongue explore her mouth.

“Mom, mama!” Anya says, running out of her room. You sigh against Natasha’s lips and step away. “They were here! I woke up and there was a letter with some glitter”

“That’s awesome, sweetie” you smile, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You turn to your daughter as you take a sip.

“And look! She left me this!”

Anya waves a hundred dollar bill in front of you, making you choke on your coffee.

“Wow, that fairy won the lottery since the last time I saw her” you catch your breath.

“Is this enough to buy a pony?”

“No, darling. Go set the table, I’ll bring you some juice and pancakes, ok?”

“Can I watch tv while having breakfast?”

“Fine” Natasha answers and you wait for your daughter to be out of earshot to talk to her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh, baby, did you leave all that money for Anya?”

“Yes, I didn’t know how much to put and you were asleep”

“Ok, for future reference, five bucks is more than fine” you smile, placing your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry” she looks defeated and you try to cheer her up.

“Don’t be, it’s fine. We’ll use the savings we have for the rest of the teeh and then send her to community college”

“Stop!” Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Come on, it’s ok” you kiss her softly. “We’ll tell her that the fairy had to pay her mortgage and is broke. I’ll even add less glitter on the next letter”

“You’re taking this glitter thing too seriously”

“Well, we have to rely on Alexei to play Santa. At least I get to have some fun with this”

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Later that day, as your friends get together for a barbecue, Anya shows everyone the place where her tooth once was; luckily, she left the money at home.

That doesn’t stop Billy and Tommy from finding out. Pretty soon, they’re asking their mom about the tooth fairy and if there’s a special deal for twins.

“They left 100 dollars for Anya” Billy shouts and everyone falls silent.

“Oh, wow. Maybe the fairy can visit me as well” Sam smiles. You kick him under the table.

Unfortunately for Natasha, you have to explain everything when Wanda convinces the twins to go back to play.

“Don’t sweat it, Red. Everything’s so expensive nowadays, it’s only fair Anya starts saving now”

“Oh, you’re one to talk” Pepper points at Tony. “He left a blank check under Morgan’s pillow the first time she lost a tooth”

Everyone laughs at that, Tony adjusting in his seat.

“Would you like to adopt me?” Sam asks after a minute.

—

“I got the door” you whisper. Natasha is carrying Anya to her room. It was a fun afternoon of playing with friends and then doing the math on how many plushies she could get with all that money.

She’s fast asleep, and you wait by the door as Natasha tucks her in.

“You ok?” you want to double check, knowing she can be insecure about motherhood.

“I just wish I knew everything”

“Well, so do I. I wish I knew how to stay calm. Remember last week when she hurt her hand with the stove? I thought I was going to throw up and you handled it while I panicked”

“It’s nothing”

“It’s a lot, Tasha. We love you. And we need you” you kiss her softly and she smiles against your lips.

“Wanna read the letter?” you offer once you’re settled in bed. Your wife nods and you take it out of your nighstand. “Dear Miss Fairy - very formal. This is my tooth, it felll off while I was playing. Mom told me you take them and leave some money. My Mama helped me draw this. I love my moms and I want to buy them ice cream and chocolate with the money you give me. Hugs, Anya Romanoff”

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You both are” Natasha says as you cuddle, kissing her neck.

“We love you”

“So, what do we do next time?”

“We tell her the fairy is getting heer a car at 16 and hopefully she’ll forget about it by then” you smile, confident.

Of course, she doesn’t.

[reticent-writer]

Hii :D

Wanted to request Anya x child reader (platonic ofc)

We're reader is a very energetic child and is a scene kid, one day spends the afternoon in Anya's house makes her wear the same stuff too and the two go show Loid how pretty they were (He/him or They/Them pronouns for reader)

Might request a couple more times

-Cloverrs

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"Papa Anya's home, brought a friend too." Anya exclaimed taking her shoes off and ran into the living room with you following behind her.

"Oh hello, you must be Y/n. Anya has told me about you." He lied. The most Anya had told him was your name, he did a background check on you and your family.

"Hello sir, thank you for having me over." You bowed saying a formal introduction. He expected nothing less from a student at Eden college.

"Thank you for being friends with Anya. Why don't you both go play while I make dinner."

"C'mon Y/n." Anya took you head and dragged you to her room.

Bon shot up and the sudden entrance and got up to greet you.

"Fluffly dog." You giggled as he rubbed against you, you started to pet the big floof and it seemed like he appreciated it.

"What do you wanna play?" You asked as Anya look around her room of toys and things loid gave her.

Her eyes landed on her nail kit and an idea popped into her head.

"Let's play dress up!"

"Okay!"

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You both were quite to the point were it made loid nervous so he checked up on you.

"Anya, Y/n. Are you both alright? " he knocked before griping the door nob to open it.

The door only opened halfway before Anya threw herself on it.

"NO. You can't come in, its- we're-" Anya struggled to find the words so like any good friend you helped her.

"It's a surprise"

"Yeah a surprise. We'll show you."

Loid was getting nervous. What kind of surprise could it be for Anya to slam the door like that.

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"Look papa. I'm bondman." Anya ran into the kitchen were loid was, striking a pose. She was wearing beige trench coat, that was almost to big for here, with a hat to match.

"And I'm bondman's side kick." You wore black trech coat with a match hat. You and Anya were back to back sticking the same clothes.

You nails were painted a brilliant red and Anya's a pretty pink. (It was all over both of your hands along with other colors)

"Woof" bond barked, making his presence known. He once fluffy white coat was now sticky and multiple different colors. He was also wearing a hat.

"How... Nice." Lois was almost too stunned to speak. Not only had Anya made a friend, she managed to find someone just like her.

He's gonna get gray hairs dealing with the both of you.

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