#Yes I am determined to finish this little fic soon

[mistress-light]

Me not writing a little add on fic of the ending of ITWT.

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Just This Once

Kinktober Day 18: Squirting + Dacryphilia

Tags: Din Djarin x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it before you tap it irl), fingering (r!recieving), squirting, light dacryphilia, Din being feral but also emotionally stunted (w/c: 1.7K)

A/N: Guess who fell behind on Kinktober again, womp womp. I will not give up though!! I am determined to finish, so please enjoy this Din fic that I may or may not have gotten too invested in while writing it and stay tuned for some more filth coming (and cumming hahaha) soon!! (for Kinktober I have been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

There’s something about the coldness of space, the loneliness of it, that makes you so desperate.

When the Crest is quiet, the baby asleep, all you can feel is the vastness of the universe around you, your body cold and needy for touch. And Maker, the Mandalorian notices immediately, the way you cross and uncross your legs in the seat behind him, curling your fingers into your thighs as the stars fly past the ship. You don’t mean to be obvious, but Din always notices.

He knows how to treat you when you get like this, all needy and desperate for his touch, even when you don’t want to admit it. Din is willing to admit that you are far more than just a friend to him, but you both narrowly avoid the strength of the feelings between you both, the bond that drags you together. But still, Din knows exactly what you need, and he has absolutely no problem giving it to you.

He has you splayed across his lap, your back pressed against his chestplate, your head lolling back onto his shoulder. He’d lost his gloves the moment you’d peeled off your pants, his hands the only skin he’ll allow himself to touch you with. It’s a wonderful loophole for you, but an exercise in torture for him. He wants to feel your back pressed against his bare chest, trace his lips down your neck. Wants to feel your heartbeat against his, quick and warm and alive. 

This is the Way, he reminds himself, despite knowing, deep down, that he’s already broken something just by touching you without his gloves. But stars, how can he resist when your pretty, desperate little cunt pulses beneath his fingertips, begging for more, more, more.

He ghosts his fingers up the slick seam of your pussy, and has to hold back his own groan at the way you whine, pressing back against him as your hips twitch uncontrollably.

“Stars, you’re wet,” he grunts, pressing a thick finger into your entrance, already gaping with your need for something, anything to clutch onto. “Needed me this bad, cyar’ika?”

“‘M so- so empty, Din, fuck, it’s like,” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he starts fucking you with that one thick finger, feeling it drag across your walls. “It’s like I can’t fucking breathe without you touching me, Maker, I need it all the time, Din.” 

And it’s true. When you’d first started traveling with Din and the baby, you’d barely even noticed the loneliness. You’d been lonely your whole life, eager to escape your desolate little planet and see the stars.

But then Din had done this for the first time, when tensions had run too high, when things had gone just a little too far.

“Just this once,” he’d muttered, “Can I touch you?” he’d asked, and you’d said yes without a thought.

He’d peeled off his glove, touching your face gently, so gently with those calloused fingers. He’d laid you out on his small mattress, pressing the front of his helmet to your forehead as he let his hand roam the expanse of your body, squeezing your skin over your clothes before brushing them over your clit through your pants. When you’d jerked up and moaned, he could only let out a shaky exhale through his visor as he rubbed tight circles into it, enraptured by the way you whimpered and squirmed beneath him.

“Just once,” he kept muttering, even as he worked one, two orgasms out of your body, “just once.”

Except it happened again. And again. And again.

And now you can barely sleep without wanting, needing Din to touch you. He hasn’t fucked you; there’s an unspoken rule that he’s broken enough of the Creed for you, telling you his name, touching you like he does. You don’t question it, not when you’re the one getting fucked on his fingers until you’re in tears, ravenous for his hands on your body.

It’s like it gets worse as time goes on, your need for him. Even now, pressed against his chest as his thick thighs spread you wide for his hands, it’s like the first time. You writhe against him as he works another finger into your hot cunt, your slick covering his hand. You hump forward into them without meaning to, and you turn your head to tuck it into his cowl as he works you over.

Din fucks his fingers furiously into you, using his other arm to brace across your hips, keeping you pinned to him. He’s practically growling as he pumps his hand between your legs, crooking his fingers up to press against the spot that makes you cry so beautiful for him. He keeps his fingers pressed deep for a moment, just grinding the tips of them into that spot relentlessly and relishing in the way you cry his name so prettily.

“Din, please- oh fuck! Stars, it’s too much, it’s too much oh my- ah-” you wine, feeling tears start to build in your eyes as you edge dangerously close to that peak you need so bad.

“C’mon, mesh’la, let go for me, squeeze my fingers with this little cunt,” he growls, and fuck, you can’t even breathe as you let him work you over, making you cum so hard that you can’t do anything but gasp for air.

And Din can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Fuck, I-” you hear him say, and you turn your head to look at him, even as aftershocks wrack your body, even as his fingers stay buried inside.

“What, Din?” you whisper, and Din nearly curses at the sight of you. Your lashes are wet with tears, stars, why do you have to look at him like that? It wears at his carefully honed control, and fuck, he can practically feel it snap at the sight of you, as the feeling of you.

“Can I fuck you?” he rasps, and you hear him suck in a breath, “please let me fuck you.” You can't hold back the keening whine that leaves your mouth, and Din shivers behind you at the sound of it.

“Please,” you breathe, and Din pulls his fingers out of you without missing a beat, reaching behind you, between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pants haphazardly. You feel the hardness of it press against your lower back, and resist the urge to look. You don’t want to cross any more lines than he’s given you.

“Just this once,” he mutters, pulling your hips back over him, notching the thick head of his cock to your entrance. “Just need to feel you, once, fuck, just once,” and he pulls you down, down, letting his cock stretch you so wide, so perfect.

Months in space, just weeks of having Din touch you, stars, it’s nothing compared to this. You eyes roll to the back of your head as he settles deep inside, so fucking deep that it makes your toes curl.

“Dank farrik, that’s fucking tight-” he grunts, the hot, wet heat of your cunt pulsing around him almost making him fill you up right then and there. He bites his tongue, praying to the Maker that the pain stops him from ending this far too fucking soon.

He uses his hard, strong grip on your hips to roll you into him, grinding you down hard onto his cock. You can only take it as he punches his hips up in aborted, desperate little thrusts that grind into your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Din, it’s so big, I can’t-” you whine, but Din only growls beneath his visor, fucking up into you harder, and your head falls back onto his shoulder plate at the feeling of it. It’s so perfect, it’s everything you’ve needed, stars, how will you survive without him filling you up like this?

“Give me another one, cyare,” he mutters, and he uses one of his hands to bring his fingers to your clit, just like he did that first night. Except this time, his cock is inside you, spreading you so wide and pressing up into your g-spot with every fucking thrust in. You gasp for air, little whines punching out of your throat every time Din shoves in all the way. 

He’s a violent man, always has been, and fucking you is no exception. He fucks you like he hunts: fast, rough, fucking monstrous. Tears finally start to pour down your cheeks, and you hiccup through your moans.

“Look at you,” he rasps, “sobbing on my cock like the needy whore you are.” He doesn’t know what’s happened to him, he’s never talked like this, let alone to you. But stars, the way you moan for him has his head spinning, has words pouring out of his mouth like they’ve been trapped there all this time. “Mesh’la, squeezing me so perfect, never want to leave this perfect cunt.”

“Din, fuck, Din, I’m gonna- stars, I’m gonna-” you gasp, your hands scrabbling at the one hand he has rubbing at your swollen clit.

“C’mon, c’mon, let me feel it, need to fucking feel it-” he mutters, and oh-

You’re pretty sure you scream as you cum, but it’s hard to hear it over the ringing in your ears as you thrash in Din’s lap. You can feel him still inside you, his horrible fingers still rubbing dexterous circles into your clit as he floods your cunt with his cum. Your orgasm feels fucking endless, your thighs trying to close but still held wide by Din’s between them. 

When you finally start to hear again, the blurriness fading from your vision, you can hear Din behind you, muttering, “fuck, so beautiful, didn’t- didn’t know you could do that.”

“Do- do what?” you slur, still groggy, but as you look in front of yourself, you can see the mess you’ve made. You’d fucking squirted, your wetness drenching his thighs and the floor of the hull. The sight makes your head spin, and you hide your face in his cowl as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you close to him. The coolness of his armor is soothing to your overly-heated body.

“So good, you did so good for me, cyar’ika,” he mumbles beneath the visor. “So pretty, can’t believe- you looked so beautiful.”

You let yourself relax into his hold, and he doesn’t let you go. “Didn’t know I could do that either,” you mumble, sleep already weighing down your eyelids, exhaustion flooding your body. “We’ll have to try again later,” you mumble. “Don’t think once is enough.”

“It will never be enough,” you hear him whisper, “not with you.”

[soulaires]

aaron warner family headcanons

The Warner Family.

pairings: dad!aaron warner x mom!reader

summary: get to know more about the warner family!

warnings: fluff, domestic, ooc, domestic shenanigans, protective aaron warner …

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Aaron found out about it when he heard some crying in the bathroom at the middle of the night, noticing your lack of presence beside him, he got worried and walk towards the bathroom.

There, he saw you, in front of a mirror having a breakdown.

He approached you and asked whats wrong.

“love?” he said softly, as he hugged you from behind and caressed your hair, “My love, whats wrong?” he asked you worriedly.

“aaron..” you trailed off as you continue to sob. He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead , pulling away as he make you look at him, “what is it, angel? You can tell me.” he urged you.

“I’m pregnant.” you blurt out.

With the lack of reply, you panicked.

“I missed my period recently and I feel kinda shit lately so me juliette and nazeera bought an pregnancy test earlier and I tested all 7 of them and they are all positive, I don’t—”

As you were rambling, he quickly hugged you tightly and lifting you up to the ground as he span you around. You laugh softly at this gesture as he peppered kisses to your face and hair while he whispered sweet nothings.

“Its okay. We will be okay. Don’t worry. We got this, yeah? I love you. Thank you. Thank you, I love you so much, My love.”

at the first stage he got nervous about being a dad and have some self doubt but later got over it as he saw you patying your belly despite it still not visible.

he got more protective over you and never ever let you do things.

you guys told your friends by a guess the word game. They all cried.

He bought a book about being a dad and take notes on pregnancy books to help you out.

Baby proofs the every part of the house immediately.

He went to every appointment with you

He never ever made you feel guilty for your cravings.

Oh you want a food from a store hours away? Just wait.

A hellspawn food combination that you want? He will eat it with you.

Massage? Done.

A food from a different country? He ordered his men to get it ASAP.

Want some sweets especially made by your husband even though you have never tasted his baking? He learned how to bake immediately!

You guys did an gender reveal in the most fun way.

You did it as both kenji and juliette worn a baby costume with 'boy' written in the blue bib for juliette while 'girl' in a pink bib for kenji

They both FIGHT to determine who wins to know the gender

They even go overboard as they jumped into the swimming pool racing each other to the finish line

Kenji won.

So, its a girl!

You guys decorated her room immediately

You did ALOOOTTTT of shopping!!!!!

Your husband just spoils you rotten as you keep buying cute toys, plushies, and pretty cute clothes!!!

“my love, don't you think its a bit too much?” “I am sure the little princess do not need that much clothes, honey.”

he gave up as soon as he saw some cute baby clothes + a matching one.

When you guys did a baby shower its so emotional like omg you guys are gonna be parents!

You and Aaron planted a tree so it grows with baby dior!

teenager!dior safe place is the tree, she goes there to lay down, read and to relax when stresses!

Your friends wrote letters for dior to read when she reached the age 7, 11, 13, 15, 16, 18, 20, 21 and 22!

You and aaron made her a gmail account as you guys constantly wrote her some letters and random things there for her to read in the future

When you went into the labor he desperately wished to take away your pain and was crying with you. He comforted you as he cares your hair and gives you kisses.

“shh, its okay, baby. Im here. Im not going anywhere. ”

“you got this, my love. You are doing so well.”

“Aaron! I can't do this—”

“yes, yes you can, darling.”

He really can't bare to see you in so much pain even though he had seen so much worse

He was very gentle and was crying when he held your baby girl in his hands. His princess, his girls, his universe.

After the labour, you were barely allowed to do things in the house, he only let you rest while he take cares with everything.

You guys had an 3 months lockdown, not allowing anyone to visit the baby

Always keeping an eye for baby monitors

You and him do an rock, paper scissors when it comes to changing baby Dior diapers (he lets you win, sometimes.)

Dior have your eyes so he is a victim to those puppy dog eyes. He can't say no to you, what more to his princess especially with your eyes?

Learns to do her hair!!

Dior first words is not 'momma' or 'dada' it was Kenny. Kenny. You and aaron felt betrayed.

Despite with the nickname, kenji teared up and always paraded the moment (to your husband dismay) he grows to adore the nickname when she keep calling him that

He sometimes forget that he played dress up with baby di so sometimes he go to work with tiara, ribbons, those princess accessories on him.

“Refrain from laughing, there is nothing funny about this matter.” “uh...theres something on you, sir.” “oh.”

Sometimes they were to scared to point it out

Kenji, nazeera and juliette made fun of him not until they were a victim of the dress up

At one point, kenji kidnapped baby dior and was later banned from seeing her for 2 months (barely a month in dior throwed a tantrum wanting to see her uncle kenny)

Baby dior played with your make up when she misses you! She wanna look like you because she misses you so much

Dior is an nature girlie! Aaron believes his angel is a reincarnated of persephone/artemis

Baby dior wears her pants backwards. She believes that “tails” should be at the back. You and Aaron gave up on the fight.

You guys had an motto that if its not hurting anyone or themselves, don't fight it. Let them.

One time you guys thought she was playing phone call but turns out she was in an hour real call with james.

Seashells hunting !!!!!

Everytime you guys went to a beach aaron always buy a big beautiful seashell then hides it in the sand for her to find!!! And her reactions always makes you and him melt!!

he also buries some treasure chests

He made an contract of no boyfriend until shes 30 and made baby dior sign with her prints with paints. He framed it.

You scold him for that and he just shrugs lol

teenage!dior have you in her closefriend and private insta!!

she collects shells and glue them to a cardboard and gifts it to you!

She wants a sibling so one day she just go “I want a baby sister or brother 🥺”

Keeps wishing on a well for it

Aaron is 100% in he just goes “Princess, ask mommy :)” “me too, baby. Let’s just ask momma for it, hm?”

Well, let’s just say she always get what she wants…

authors note: I had fun doing this Omg I wanna make it a series, do you guys want it? Please let me know!!! Feedbacks and reactions are very much appreciated!!!

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This fic was made for Ecto-Implosion 2024! Based on art by @shadowfaerieammy

Magical Ghost

It all starts with a flash: Blindingly bright, and toxically green. A sickly-sweet electric smell permeates the air and dances on the tongue.

And then poor Danny stumbles out emitting an otherworldly glow, and wearing...

Is that a frilly black dress?

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" Tucker nearly faints.

"D-Danny?" Sam calls, face white as a sheet.

Danny wobbles in place. "Y-yeah?"

"Oh thank goodness!!" Sam and Tucker rush toward him.

"Stupid question, but- Danny, are you alright?" Sam asks nervously while the two finish checking all of his limbs are in place.

"Also, what's with the dress?" Tucker adds. Sam elbows him.

"I-I think so Sam. Dress?" Danny says, voice unsteady.

He looks himself over dazedly, blinks at his cutesy-gothic attire, shakes his head a couple times, then looks again.

"DRESS?!" He suddenly cries in alarm, his face flushed... Green?

"That's what gets you worried right now?" Sam asks incredulously, "Not that you just opened a portal to the ghost zone on top of yourself??"

"Uhm... Yes." Danny and Tucker respond in unison.

"Hopeless." Sam sighs.

"Well anyway, what should we do now?" Tucker asks Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't just leave him like this; he's glowing! In a sparkly dress!"

"Actually, I kinda like the dress." Danny mumbles.

"You know," Sam thinks out loud, "This is just like that one anime. Carpenter Sun?"

"Ohh yeah!" Tucker's face lights up with realization. "Danny, you're like a magical girl!"

“A magical what?!?”

“A magical girl!” Danny’s friends respond in unison.

“It’s a genre of show-” Sam starts to explain, only to be interrupted by a loud “Crash!” from the entrance of the basement..

“Oh Danno~!” Danny’s father bellows merrily as he bounces down the stairs.

“Crap. What do we do? Sam? Tucker?” Danny looks between the two in panic.

Too soon, his father reaches them.

“So, what’re you kids up to? Danny-boy showing off the family business- Er, Danny? Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Be-Because I’m a girl?” Danny stutters out.

Mr. Fenton gasps.

“Egads, this whole time?!?” He rushes quickly back to the stairs, talking as he goes. “Jazzypants was right; I have been missing out on important details of my kids’ lives! I better tell Maddy and crack open those parenting books, fix paperwork…”

He pauses shortly at the top step, turning back to the trio.

“Don’t worry, Dan- Er, Daughter! I’ve got everything under control.” He poses confidently.

“Er, thanks Dad.” Danny calls back.

Another crash, and Mr. Fenton is gone. Somehow having completely missed Danny’s snow white hair and glowing green eyes in his fervor…

“Soo…” Tucker breaks the following awkward silence. “What now? Are you like, actually a girl, dude?”

“Tucker!” Sam reprimands.

Danny stares down at the floor, blushing brightly. “I don’t know. Maybe? This whole thing kinda snowballed out of control.”

“Well,” Sam determines, “Whoever and whatever you are, you’ll always be our friend. Right Tucker?”

“Right.” Tucker grins.

The two have to head home for the night and leave with reassuring pats to Danny’s shoulders. Danny dodges his family and heads straight to bed.

–

The following morning Danny wakes dress-and-glowstick free, to the sound of a small voice calling from above.

Danny cracks open their eyes to find…

A little green floating blob, with its own eyes staring right back.

“Agh!” Danny shouts in surprise.

“Agh!” The blob shouts in reply.

The two continue staring, and then-

“Ahem! Er, um, I'm glad to have your attention.” The blob mimes straightening a necktie.

“You can talk?!” Danny splutters in shock.

“Yes, well. I do have a mouth, don't I?”

“Uhm-”

“Nevermind.” The ghost continues. “I, my new companion, am Blobby! The blob ghost. I have been sent from the Ghost Zone to be your new familiar!” If the ghost had a chest, it would be puffing up proudly. Danny could tell.

“Familiar? Ghost Zone? Blobby?!? - Wait, no, the name makes sense… But what's going on here?” Danny's head was spinning.

“You, my friend, have been selected to be - wait for it - an all new, super cool, Ghostly Magical Girl!” The little ghost zooms around the room in excitement.

“You get to have neat powers, a frilly black dress, a fancy transformation sequence, and, best of all, the pleasure of my company! All to protect Amity from the crazy ghosts that will no doubt invade your town now that the portal’s been opened. You’re welcome!” Blobby smiles brightly.

“But I don't want to be a magical girl.” Danny argues frustratedly.

Blobby stares seriously, deep into Danny’s eyes.

“Are you sure about that?”

Danny raises a hand to argue further, then stops herself.

Blobby nods with satisfaction.

“But wait, what did you mean by ‘ghostly’?”

“By 'ghostly', I mean ghostly! You’re now half ghost. You can fly, turn invisible, walk through walls, who knows where your limits lie!”

“Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me!” Danny groans.

“Ah, ah, ah~” Blobby chirps, “Half-kill you!”

Danny decides to save that existential crisis for later, and instead begins getting up for the day.

Blobby fades out with a simple wave.

-

It's not that being a magical girl doesn't sound cool to Danny, it does. Dresses and superpowers seem pretty great, actually. But everything happened so quickly, and are magical girls allowed to be astronauts?

What if this stops her from going to space?!

Plus there's the whole ‘being half-dead’ thing. She's just going to avoid acknowledging that from now on, she thinks.

With worries floating through her head, Danny gets dressed and wanders down the stairs - only for Jasmine to intercept her on the landing.

“So. A girl, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Not into boys?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little bit?” She tries.

“Nope.”

“Darn. Could've sworn.”

Danny rolls her eyes and carries on down the steps.

After a short duel with her breakfast and an awkward conversation with her trying-wayy-too-hard parents, Danny heads to Nasty Burger to meet up with her friends.

“...So?” Tucker says.

“Well…?” Sam adds.

The two flick their eyes over Danny questioningly until finally, she breaks.

“Alright, yes, I'm a magical girl! You guys were right.” Danny throws her hands up in defeat.

“I knew it!” Sam shouts happily.

“Congrats dude!” Tucker grins.

“Thanks, I guess, but there's more to it than that.”

The ghostly-girl goes on to explain her morning conversation with Blobby and her worries about her newly minted powers.

As she gets more and more worked up, she begins to sparkle and float up from her seat.

Her friends go wide-eyed and quickly pull her back down.

“It's alright Danny; things’ll work out!” Sam assures.

Danny goes to argue, only for Tucker to cut in with:

“Yeah, Danica, you seriously need to chill.”

“Danica!?!” Danny cries in outrage.

“Yeah, you know. Thought you might wanna give some new names a try. Darlene?” Tucker continues arily.

“Tucker-” Danny growls.

“Daphne?” Sam idly suggests.

“I know what you’re doing-”

“Delilah? Darcy?” Tucker posits.

“That's it!”

Danny jumps from her seat and chases the two wildly out of the restaurant; Sam and Tucker grinning madly all the while. The whole trio quickly bursts into laughter once they make it outside, and soon collapse in a nearby park together gasping for air.

Only, Danny’s exhales are a bit more misty than the weather calls for…

Blobby appears suddenly before them, an urgent look on his face. The trio hastily return to their feet.

“So sorry to interrupt, but Danny? Do you remember that thing I briefly mentioned-”

A scream echoes from the other side of the park.

“-About ghostly invaders?” Blobby fidgets nervously.

“Er, yeah?”

A trashcan goes flying over the group’s heads.

“We’re gonna need you to transform like, now, dude.” Tucker says.

“Right. How do I do that?” Danny asks, looking back toward Blobby.

A group of panicked picnickers scramble past the four, not even noticing the floating familiar.

The ghost wiggles anxiously in the air. “Simply have your friends cover for you, think magical ghost thoughts, and say a cool catchphrase.”

“Guys?”

“Right!”

Sam and Tucker huddle Danny up against a nearby wall.

“Alright, by the power of graysku-!”

“Nope.”

“In the name of the moon, I will-!”

“Nu-uh.”

“Er, I'm going ghost?” Danny tries.

“That works.”

“I'm going ghost!”

Vibrant green light erupts around Danny as she suddenly floats off the ground. Her colors turn to negatives in a bright sweep of light, and with a twirl her gothic dress appears.

Her transformation finishes just in time. In the sky, flying towards them with flames in her hands, a screeching ghost woman makes her appearance.

Sam and Tucker flee with a short “Good luck!” Leaving Danny to narrowly dodge the incoming fireballs on her own.

“Blobby? What am I supposed to do now?!”

“Try jumping and punching.”

“Gee, thanks!”

Danny does, in fact, try jumping and punching. And kicking. And a whole lot of flailing around in general, really.

Results? Mixed.

But the attempts mostly end with her bruised and the evil ghost lady cackling madly.

“Alright, this clearly isn't working. Any other ideas?”

“Yeah!” Blobby shouts, “Try blasting her.”

“How?” A singed Danny urges.

“Imagine your hand is a gun!”

Danny sighs deeply, dodges another ball of flame, resigns herself to what she's about to do, then lines up her aim and-

-Huh. Apparently finger guns can be deadly.

The blast is excessive, spreading shockwaves far through the surrounding area. Impact comes with an amazing burst of blinding bright light and an echoing “I’ll get you~!!”

When the dust finally settles, the day is clear. The park is a wreck. The ghost lady, Blobby, and the dress are all gone. Sam and Tucker peak out from behind a nearby tree.

Danny catches her breath and collapses back onto the ground. Sam and Tucker join her.

“Huh. Maybe this ‘magical girl' thing isn't so bad after all.” She decides. “That was kind of fun.”

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 7

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

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Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav learns some surprising things about Raphael's past and drunkenly confesses her thoughts and feelings to him. Meanwhile, her friends pay her house a visit to find the Orphic Hammer.

AN: Raphael's little lovestory is taken directly from my one chapter fic called "Portrait of a Cambion" which goes into depth with my slightly depressing headcanon about his past lovelife. It's not necessary to read to understand anything going on it this fic, but you might find some interesting similarities between his former love interest in that fic and our dear Tav (In my head that fic is like a prelude to his obsession in this one)

Tav had been trapped in her own mind since Raphael had left and it was not a nice place to be. She had spent the majority of her life in her own company before the whole tadpole business, and still, she had never felt quite so alone as she did now.

She spent the day sitting in bed, thinking. Thinking about her situation, the last couple of days, Raphael’s reaction earlier in the day, the things Korrilla had said, the crushing thought of the possibility that she might not be able to escape, and the even more crushing thought that a small part of her did not really want to escape…

There were a lot of thoughts and a lot of anxiety to catch up on now that she finally had a moment of solitude to take all of it in. It was suffocating her. It came as a blessing when Raphael returned home and granted her a distraction from it.

She found him in his human form, sitting on a sofa with a stack of papers in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. As soon as he saw her enter, he snapped the papers out of existence and looked up at her with a smile.

“There you are,” he purred and gestured to the spot beside him. “Please, sit with me.”

She sat down. He poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her.

“Did you enjoy your little moment of peace?” he asked.

She sipped the wine with an empty stare, still caught up in her thoughts until she realized he had asked her a question.

“Yes, sure,” she answered quietly. “It was nice...”

Raphael gave her a smile that told her he knew she was lying, but he decided not to push it.

“It was not my intention to scare you so much earlier,” he said instead.

Tav blinked and then glared at him.

“I thought you once said that you never lie,” Tav challenged.

Raphael chuckled at that.

“There is that brave woman I know again,” he said and sipped his wine. “I am not lying. Yes, I did, of course, intend to remind you that there are rules in this house. I would be lying if I said that I did not enjoy seeing you rattled and that I did not use your fear to my advantage. However, I did not expect it to have the effect that it had. Korrilla told me you were almost inconsolable…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tav answered coldly.

“Hm,” Raphael hummed. “Suit yourself.”

His arm was resting over the backrest of the sofa, and he brushed his fingers gently through the ends of her hair. She swept her hair over her shoulder and away from him. His eyes narrowed slightly at the gesture.

“How was your day?” Tav asked to distract him from it.

“Uneventful,” he said and took a sip of his wine. “Aside from the obvious, that is.”

They small-talked for a while. Each time Tav had finished her glass of wine, Raphael would pour her a new one. Tav knew that he was trying to get her guard down, but she found that she did not care.

It was nice to just drink and forget about all the things that had haunted her throughout the day, and she found that it also made it easier for her to talk more freely with him. She noticed by the time she was well tipsy that Raphael barely seemed changed at all.

“Can you even get drunk?” Tav asked with curiosity.

“I can,” Raphael answered. “Though it would take quite a lot of wine to achieve the level you are currently at.”

He gave her a teasing smile.

“How much?” Tav asked, squinting at him with a smile.

“I could go through a quarter of my wine cellar before you would see me starting to slur and stumble about,” he answered.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Tav said.

“Planning to get me drunk, are you?” Raphael said with a laugh. “I’m afraid that I have outgrown that sort of thing. One does such foolish things when under the influence. You of all people should know that. It’s how you ended up here.”

“To be fair, I can’t imagine it’s that common of a thing to wake up in chains and half-naked in a devil’s house after a night out,” Tav said and took another sip of her wine.

“I think you’d be surprised…” Raphael purred with a suggestive smile, before turning the conversation towards another topic. “I am curious about something, if you would indulge me…What was it that drew you to going home with Cassius back then?”

Tav sighed quietly. She might have been tipsy, but she still noticed how odd he seemed to still be about her trying to protect Cassius from his punishment. She also knew that if she pointed out her suspicions about him being jealous, it would only achieve pissing him off.

“Honestly?” Tav said. “I was drunk and missed having some company, I suppose. It really wasn’t much deeper than that.”

“Hm,” he hummed and looked at her. “Is that something you have done a lot of? Blindly following strangers home to sleep with them?”

“Occasionally,” Tav answered with a shrug. “Just to…you know, sate urges and all that.”

Raphael’s smile widened.

“There has been no regular partners or sweethearts, that could help you sate those urges?” he asked.

“No,” she answered. “I never really dabbled in all of that…”

“Oh?” Raphael said. He seemed surprised by her answer. “Do you expect me to believe that someone whose favorite book is one of the most popular love stories of this age, has never been in love?”

“Not really. Perhaps when I was younger,” she answered with a shrug and swirled the wine around in her glass. “I’ve preferred my own company for the most of my life.”

Until now, she almost said, but stopped herself. Raphael did not need to know that his attempt of isolating her was working wonders. She wanted to change the topic away from her.

“What about you?” she asked. It almost sounded like a joke rather than a serious question because she felt like she already knew the answer. “Have you ever loved someone?”

Raphael raised an eyebrow at the question.

“Once. Many years ago,” Raphael answered coldly, though there was an edge of bitterness hidden in his words. “A mistake I certainly learned from…”

Tav could not hide the look of surprise on her face. He looked like he was serious.

“I thought devils didn’t—"

“They don’t,” Raphael interrupted and smiled. “Not in any way you would understand at least. Our definition of love is quite different from what you mortals would find ideal or even healthy.”

Tav was still a bit dumbfounded. She was just looking at him with a puzzled expression, holding her empty wine glass.

“Does that surprise you?” Raphael asked and gently took the empty glass from her to pour her more wine.

Tav blinked slightly and returned to reality.

“It does…” she mumbled. “Can I…ask you about it or is it a sore subject?”

“Oh please, don’t take me for some soft-hearted mortal, dear,” Raphael said with slight offense, though he was still smiling. “Ask your questions.”

He handed her back the now full wineglass. She looked down at its contents while she was thinking.

“Was he or she a devil too?”

“No,” Raphael answered, surprising her even more. “She was a mortal woman. A human…like yourself.”

The tone of the ‘like yourself’ comment gave her butterflies in her stomach, and she was quick to snuff out the feeling as soon as she felt it.

“Who was she?” Tav asked.

“She was a potential client in the beginning. A painter that had managed to anger the mercenary government of the city she resided in. She achieved this by plastering posters around the city that critiqued the leadership. Needless to say, they wanted her dead and like the savior I am, I of course offered to lend her a hand with getting safely out of the city.”

“So, she gave you her soul, right?” Tav asked.

Raphael made a short laughing sound.

“She all but spat in my face, the stubborn wench. She told me that she would take her chances. To my great annoyance, she did survive and fled to her father’s home far away from the city. However, that did not deter me from still trying to present a deal to her. She might have fled, but the city’s mercenaries would not forget her so easily.”

“Did you succeed?” Tav asked. “Did she give in eventually?”

“She did not, though she grew to like me. She taught me how to paint, as a compensation for the time I wasted on her. I suppose, I grew to admire her during those sessions…She fascinated me and my time with her became a welcome refugee from my endless duties to my father at the time…She really was a remarkable painter as well. She made some of the paintings you see on my walls.”

He just kept surprising her.

“You kept some of her paintings?” Tav asked.

“I did,” Raphael answered.

“I don’t mean to be rude but…I would never have thought of you as sentimental like that,” Tav said quietly.

“I don’t keep them out of sentimentality,” he was quick to say. “I keep them as a reminder of what happens when one gets distracted with pointless pursuits such as matters of the heart.”

“Well…” Tav said. “What happened?”

“As I said, I got distracted and my dear father noticed. I still lived in Cania, you see. The privilege of having lovers or consorts is only reserved for Archdevils. My father saw it as me getting distracted from my purpose of gaining more souls for him, and as me overreaching my station. He put an end to it.”

Tav looked at him. He seemed so cold and nonchalant while telling her this, but she felt that she could see a glimmer of something behind those brown eyes of his.

“He killed her?” Tav asked quietly.

Raphael was quiet for a moment too long. He was staring emptily at the floor as if he was reliving it.

“Not quite,” he said. “He made a warlock of his reveal her whereabouts to the mercenaries hunting her. I found the corpses of her and her father the next time I visited…I burned the house down with them in it…”

“I’m sorry,” Tav said quietly before even thinking.

He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes.

“Feeling sorry for people who have knowingly made the mistakes that landed them in their despair is a useless pursuit, little mouse,” he said darkly. “I never should have let myself feel what I did or at the very least I should have known the consequences and taken the necessary precautions to keep her safe…I was too young and too naïve…”

Raphael sighed and they were both quiet for a moment. Tav was not sure what to say. She was oddly touched by his story.  

Raphael looked at her, seemingly taking in her features with an expression that was hard to read. He reached over and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and this time she did not move away from his touch.

She opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind and closed it. The alcohol made her want to talk about subjects that she knew sober-her would regret. Raphael noticed her little gesture and smiled at her.

“What is it, dear?”

“Nothing,” she said and shook her head. “I’m drunk.”

“You are,” Raphael purred. “The things you and I have done, and you are still too shy to speak freely with me.”

Tav opened her mouth again and then closed it again before she decided on saying what she wanted to.

“It’s just…” Tav said and sighed. “You are so infuriatingly confusing.”

Raphael chuckled.

“Am I?” he asked. “How so?”

Then the floodgates opened and Tav started rambling.

“You tell me that the whole reason for all of this is to eventually kill all of my friends and then me. Then, you have very angry revenge sex with me. Then you almost kill me, but you save me, and you are really weirdly nice about my scars. Then, we have sex again, but this time it’s not angry, it’s oddly tender and sweet…”

Raphael’s smile was widening the more she started rambling.

“And you mess with my head by gifting me my favorite book and you don’t even mention it, even though it was a really sweet gesture. Then today you don’t brutally torture me for doing something I’m not supposed to, but you were however, once again, being weird about the fact that I did not want another person to get brutally tortured. And now you tell me this incredibly devastating story about how you lost someone you loved…”

Tav sighed in frustration as she was finishing her drunken rant.

“I mean what the fuck?” she mumbled to herself.

Raphael opened his mouth to say something, but Tav decided that she was indeed not finished rambling.

“No and you know what? It makes me feel so stupid and confused because I cannot figure out what is going on. I should be hating you but instead I found myself missing you today and you-…you are fucking doing it on purpose!” Tav said with a bit of anger and pointed at his smug face accusingly. “I know you are! You are trying to manipulate me, and I’m aware that you are, but I still find myself liking you! I know you are playing me like fiddle, but I still find myself wanting to be near you. Wanting your attention. Wanting you to kiss me on the mouth instead of just on my neck and all those little stupid little things that you tease me with to make me like you! I—”

“Do you want me to?” Raphael asked calmly with an amused smile, looking at her lips.

“To what?” Tav asked, annoyed at getting interrupted in her drunken rant.

“Kiss you,” he said and leaned in slightly closer.

“Oh, and now you’re just trying to shut me up and not even address—”

He interrupted her by pulling her into a kiss and she felt her heart beating ten times faster. She melted into him, despite herself. Her fingers tangled in his hair, like his were in hers. It was a hungry and passionate kiss. It felt as if they had both been waiting a long time for it.

All her worries seemed to melt away for a moment as she got lost in him.

Astarion sighed tiredly and leaned up against a wall while he watched Gale work at trying to remove the magical protection on Tav’s house. Gale had a look of pure concentration on his face while he tried to figure out what kind of warding magic was guarding her house.

“Gods, you look silly waving your arms about like that,” Astarion commented. “I could never be a wizard.”

Gale ignored him. Astarion sighed dramatically at the lack of reaction from him.

“What is taking you so long?” Astarion asked impatiently. “And what is she even trying to protect in there? Her dusty old books?”

“Some of those ‘dusty old books’ are very rare and very precious tomes, and many wizards would love to get their hands on some of them, which is why this is taking so long,” Gale said, frustrated with Astarion’s impatience. “She has taken all precautions to keep them safe.”

Astarion looked at him with a tired expression.

“Why is it even necessary that I am here if it’s all guarded by magic?” Astarion asked.

“Because I suspect the lock will be protected somehow. A simple Knock spell probably won’t work on it. It has to be lockpicked, which most likely will not be an easy task for you either,” Gale said. “As I said, she has taken all precautions.”

Astarion started pacing around in circles behind Gale.

“This seems like an awful lot of work to put into retrieving a hammer that we cannot even bring to her,” Astarion said.

“It’s not about bringing it to her,” Gale explained while squinting at the glowing magic on the door. “It’s about making sure we have it and that it is safe. If she is wearing the same constructs as Prince Orpheus, then that hammer is her only way out of Raphael’s claws. We should keep it close, just in case.”

“It seems perfectly safe where it is, given that we cannot even get to it!” Astarion said with a hand gesture that accidentally knocked over a potted plant that was placed on a pillar beside the door.

Gale winced at the sound of it crashing to the ground but did not move his eyes away from what he was doing.

Astarion looked down at the broken flowerpot and dirt that was now sprawled on the ground. He saw something in the dirt and leaned down to pick it up.

“Move,” Astarion said and moved in front of Gale.

“What are you—?”

Astarion placed the key he had found into the keyhole of the door. It made the lock glow and the door unlocked.

“She didn’t take all precautions it seems,” Astarion said with a smile and walked inside.

Gale huffed and followed. He used a spell to light up the candles she had around her house.

Once light fell over the living room, the both of them stared at the shelf where they had seen the Orphic Hammer on the other few times they had visited her.

Astarion pointed to the empty shelf and then looked at Gale with a furrowed brow.

“That seems…not good…” Astarion said.

Gale made a sharp inhale and tried to calm himself.

“Perhaps she has simply redecorated,” Gale said, sounding like he did not even believe in that himself. “We need to search through every corner of her house. It has to be here.”

Their kissing session had unsurprisingly made them end up in Raphael’s bed. They had sex and it had once again felt oddly loving and sweet.

Tav was resting against Raphael’s chest with his arms around her. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. She felt so comfortable. Her drunkenness made her overthink the situation less for once and she felt so content.

She had butterflies in her stomach from it all. She could worry about the reality of it all tomorrow. Tonight, she wanted to pretend that everything was fine and just enjoy his sweet attentions.

She tightened the grip of the arm she had around his waist, pulling him closer and nuzzling her head against his chest. It earned her a satisfied groan that almost sounded like a purr from him. She felt him burying his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply, and taking in her scent before leaving another kiss.

“You should sleep, dearest,” he purred against the top of her head.

That was a new one, Tav thought. He had never called her anything other than ‘dear’ or ‘mouse’. ‘Dearest’ made her heart beat slightly faster again.

“Mm,” she mumbled and traced her fingers over his stomach. “In a little while. I’m not in any rush to feel the headache I’m going to have tomorrow.”

He began massaging her scalp with his hand. It felt like heaven.

She kept lazily tracing patterns on his stomach until she suddenly heard Gale’s frantic voice in her mind.

“The hammer is gone. We searched your entire house, and it’s gone, Tav. We won’t stop looking, but we cannot find it.”

She froze.

“Something wrong?” Raphael asked softly. She could have sworn she felt him smile against the side of her head.

Cassius was the first suspect to spring to mind. He had motive to steal the hammer from her house, but he would never have succeeded entering with his very limited knowledge of magic. No. That was not it.

The uncomfortable truth clicked in her mind. Raphael had not made a fuss about her contacting her friends and he had very suddenly had a change of heart about her being guarded day and night. When he was teaching her to play the organ, he had seemed so happy for some reason and something he said echoed in her mind:

‘I closed a deal that has been quite the headache for me and successfully retrieved something of mine.’

Her heart started beating faster again, but now out of anxiety instead of infatuation. She was suddenly very sober. He had made a deal with someone with enough magical knowledge to break into her house and remove her only chance at escape.

She tried to slow her breathing and act calm.

“No no…” she mumbled. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“You know,” Raphael said and placed another soft kiss on the top of her head. “It is quite easy to know when someone is receiving a sending spell…”

Her blood ran cold.

“People have a tendency to stop breathing, when they are listening intently, you see,” he said. “And given the way your heart is pounding, I take it your dear friends visited your house and came out empty-handed…am I wrong?”

She did not answer, which made Raphael chuckle and whisper in her ear:

“Are the puzzle pieces starting to come together, love?”

[c0la-queen]

HELLO!! I just wanted to say that I am absolutely IN LOVE with your works!!! 😭😭😭 its hard to even find EW fanfics nowadays and your fics have such high quality it’s like finding shiny, luxurious beautiful diamonds.

I genuinely love how you depict all of the characters so much I don’t think any other resonates with me as much as yours does, most Especially Tord. My god, you write him so well, his midly uncanny strange-esq demeanor and off-putting nature fits Perfectly with his character being a child solider and all, being subjected to the horrors of survival, war and being so close to death at such a young age growing up Would absolutely make him a little abnormal, like there’s something definitively wrong with him in that twisted mind of his. I love that truly.

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I ALSO SAW THAT YOU WERE ASKING IF WE WANTED REVERSE AU! WHERE READER IS THE HYBRID INSTEAD AND YES ABSOLUTELY I would love to see how the gang handles her and whatnot if you’d like to make that still whehehe, anything you want really!! 😭 thank you so much for your hard work and thank you even more if you manage to write these requests 💖💖💖🥹

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Stray Bunny | Eddsworld x Reader

Warnings: Drunk Tom, Reader is a bunny hybrid because I love bunnies fight me, the boys are victim to the Hybrid Distribution System

Words: 1.4k

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You didn't know where to go. You didn't have anywhere to go. The rain was going to start falling soon.

Worst of all, you were stuck in your shifted form. A mixture of anxiety, paranoia, and hopelessness had caused you to shift by pure instinct, and you couldn't get yourself to calm down enough to go back.

So you just... run. Run down the sidewalk as the rain droplets begin to fall, dodging between pedestrians' legs. You didn't know where you were going, but you knew you had to go somewhere.

The harder the rain fell, the less people were on the streets. Rushing home and ducking into nearby shops to take shelter until the storm eased up. A few brave umbrella wielders kept walking, determined to finish their journey.

Every drop that splashed against your body soaked into your fur, weighing it down and making your running more difficult. You were passing a building when suddenly the door was thrown open aggressively, making you yelp and scramble to a stop.

You watched as a young man staggered out of the building. From the smell and the sounds and the brief peek you got through the door, it was a pub. The man was unsteady on his feet, you wouldn't be surprised if he was absolutely piss drunk right now.

Not wanting to get tangled in his feet, you stopped, stepping back to wait for him to pass. He whistled a tune, fishing a cigarette box out of his pocket and popping one in between his teeth -

-before stopping. And staring.

At you.

Surely he was piss drunk because instead of being disgusted or angry - or anything else you expected, really - he immediately dropped his unlit cigarette to the ground without a care in the world. He crouched in front of you, starting to coo and baby talk.

You were too confused to even process what he was saying - he was too drunk to know what he was saying, either.

Next thing you knew, you were being scooped up into his hands. He continued to coo and talk as he pressed his cheek against your fur.

The sound of car tires drew your attention. You peeked up in time to see car headlights pulling into the parking lot of the pub. At the sight, the man holding you tucked you safely into his hood. You made a sound, but he just giggled and shushed you.

You couldn't complain too much, though. It was warm, and dry.

"Tom, mate, you look like shit."

"And you, Matt, look like the queen."

"You've definitely had too many drinks. Get in the car."

Surprisingly, the drunk man - Tom, it seemed - took care not to smush you against the carseat. Slowly, your panic began to subside. The warmth of the AC and the gentle movements of the car driving down the road eventually lulled you to sleep.

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You jolted awake when Tom began moving again. The car had stopped, apparently reaching its destination. You couldn't see anything but the dark blue fabric, so you weren't quite sure where you were.

Was this the safest choice you could've made? No. But, in your mind, it was better than the streets.

"Matt. How many bloody drinks did he have?"

"Don't ask me. He wasn't very conversational in the car."

"Fuckin' hell."

Tom's movements stopped for a moment. Then, he was falling. Well, you were both falling. You squeaked as you tumbled out of his hood, rolling onto the carpeted floor below. Whatever conversation had been going on above you stopped.

"Is that... a rabbit?"

You righted yourself, shaking your head to get your ears out of your face. It was a house that you were in, more specifically a living room. Tom was laying on his stomach on a couch. He must have drunkenly flopped down onto it, causing you to fall out of his hood.

Two more men were standing beside the couch. Staring at you in disbelief. You attempted to shrink in on yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"Edd, the poor thing is soaked. Look at how it's trembling. We can't get rid of it."

"I wasn't planning on it. Jesus, I'm not heartless."

The man named Edd crouched down next to you, gently picking you up in his hands. His fingers smoothed over your head, gently scratching at the base of your ear. Embarrassing as it was, you fucking melted.

"Of course Tom would get drunk and bring an animal home. I'm just glad it's not something rabid."

"I'll go get a towel to dry them off. The poor dear is probably freezing."

While the other man disappeared down a hall, the one holding you carried you over to the kitchen.

"I'm sure you're hungry. Rabbits like carrots, don't they? I don't know how realistic that portrayal is."

You couldn't help but huff at that. It was an annoying stereotype in your opinion - though you did enjoy the taste of carrots regardless.

"Rabbits are herbivores. They'll eat any kind of vegetable or plant you offer them."

Edd set you down on the counter as he opened the fridge.

"Nice of you to join the land of the living, Tord."

The newest addition to the room scared you the most. He was intimidating looking, muscular and mean. His cold eyes were fixed on you.

When he approached, you backed away slightly. Noticing this, he made sure to lift his hand slowly, extending a finger out to you. You watched his hand move cautiously. He slid his finger under your head, gently scratching your chin. To your horror, your back foot thumped against the counter.

You were going to die of embarrassment.

Tord's lips quirked up in a small, amused smile.

"Do I even want to know why there is a bunny in the kitchen?"

"Tom's drunk."

"Ah."

Matt eventually returned with a towel.

The three men absently chatted as Matt gently and thoroughly dried your soaked fur. You were completely relaxed in his hold. He even made sure to be especially careful drying your ears.

Yeah, there were definitely worse things than this.

In your relaxed state, you didn't quite account for just how much you had calmed down. Before you knew it, you had suddenly shifted back into your normal form.

The three men froze. You froze.

"....hi."

The longer the silence stretched out, the more fear built up inside of you. What if they were angry? What if they threw you out? What if they hurt you?

As possibilities ran through your head, tears started to well in your eyes.

"What the fuck."

The dam broke. Tears flooded down your cheeks, sobs catching in your throat.

The three men jumped into action. Matt drew you into his arms, holding you securely.

"Tord! Look what you did!"

"Me?? What did I do??"

"You scared the poor thing! I can feel her trembling."

"I feel like my response was very reasonable."

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One plate of carrots and ranch later, and your tears had been calmed. Having tired yourself out, you were lying comfortably in Edd's lap in an armchair. Matt and Tord were sitting on the couch. They had moved Tom to a makeshift bed on the floor where they could keep an eye on him until he was sober.

Edd's fingers ran through your hair, smoothing out any knots he found. Occasionally he would scratch at the base of your ears, making you hum happily.

Amongst your tears earlier, Matt had managed to coax your story out of you. Now, they were deciding what to do.

"She doesn't have a handler, Edd. We can't just turn her away."

"I know, Matt. I don't want to kick her out."

The two men looked at Tord expectantly.

"What?"

"No dissenting opinions?"

"Of course not. I'm not a fucking monster."

"What about Tom?"

Edd glanced down at the fourth man.

"He's forfeiting his vote."

With that, Edd gently cupped your cheeks and tilted your head up to look at him. Through the sleepy haze of your vision, you saw him give you a gentle smile.

"What's your vote, bunny? Do you wanna stay here with us?"

Did you? These were four men that you didn't know. Despite that, they had been kinder to you than anyone had been in a long time.

You didn't have to think long about your answer.

You nodded, slow and lazy as you fought against sleep.

Edd laughed softly, settling you back down.

"Get some sleep, love. You're alright now. We've got you.”

Taking those words to heart, you slept better than you had in months.

[kellycataclysm]

Make it right

Chapter 38 of the long fic is taking a while as I am in the busiest week of my year at work. An annual project that takes a year to plan and I deliver that shortly.

So, I still can't get that chapter out just yet and we know what we're waiting for right, it's the third date and we know what comes next... (Are they finally going to fuck? What? Who said that?)

So, until I can get the final edit done, I thought I could offer another little snippet as some kind of penance. A 'please bear with me while I get this other thing from The Real World finished first'.

‘Do you want to stay longer, or…?’ He asked.

‘No. I’m ready to… Do you…?’ I hesitated, feeling painfully awkward, holding my breath for a moment too long, my thoughts spinning. I knew what I was asking. There was more hidden in the words than the suggestion of a slow walk back to our cabin.

‘No! Yes! Um… I mean, no, I… Let’s do it.’ He inhaled sharply. ‘I mean… we can…’

I sat up, smoothing my hands anxiously over the light fabric of my dress, sucking in a stuttering breath of air as he traced his fingers up and down my spine. I turned to look at him, his eyes focused intently on where his hand rose and fell.

Nervous tension oozed between us as the humidity of the afternoon increased, the air becoming thicker, draping over us, a sheen on our skin. As our eyes met, my face flushed and I felt an empty ache elsewhere, deep within. His hand rested at the small of my back, the weight of it like fire on my skin, matching the intensity of his gaze. It sent a chill down my spine.

‘I’d like to walk you home.’ He spoke softly, drawing in a deep breath.

I thought of our first date; how I’d invited him in, how I couldn’t wait any longer. Here we were still together, in spite of all the things we did wrong, now determined to make it right.

I smiled; my words carried along by a breathy sigh. ‘I’d really like that.’

Chapter 38 and The Third Date, coming soon.

[drunkenlionwrites]

Eldritch horror Trigun AU. Vash x Reader

GIF by roseillith

Sending thanks to @jelly-doughnut-drabbles for the amazing idea! This is less of a Dark Fantasy AU, more like an AU set in a canon Trimax Universe.

The reader here is just a character for exposition, but if I continue it, it will definitely be reader x Vash fic.

I want it to be more on par with Lovecraft’s eldritch horror/cosmic horror.

The cold wind blew harshly - so strong, that your cloak did nothing for you, even if it was weaved with sturdy worm’s bristle. The grass caressed your bare feet, though wet with cold due, they were making you feel even more cold. The valley behind the Old City and the lake was not far ahead, so you persisted on your journey, determined to fill your jugs with as much fresh water as you can carry. Slipping among the ranks of Hunters outside was a hard task, but you just burned with desire to venture outside once again, even if the surface was swarmed with Prymaras. You’ve felt both excitement and primal fear pumping through your blood, making you feel bolder and more adventurous, as well as cautious and careful.

Once you arrived at the bank of the lake, you’ve hastily pulled the jugs out of the sack, filling them with water, both your hands submerged into the icy water. Now you just need to fill them all, cork and quickly retreat Home. When you’ve finished pulling the last one out of water, you’ve noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes watching you. Dropping it and falling painfully onto your bum, you tried to descry the creature watching you under the five Moons. It was an enormously tall man, wrapped in the red cloak. “The bringer of Ruin” you whispered to yourself in terror, your lips quivering, your limbs refusing to move. This is it. This is the end for you. You should’ve listened to didus’.

He slowly approached you, squatted down pulling the cloak from his head and held out his hand palm up, as if you were a wounded animal. He said something to you in a language you didn’t understand, his timbre gentle and coaxing. You just looked at him with wide eyes, filled with terror, at which he shook his head, sighed at started conversing in your own language. “Where did you come from, girl? It’s dangerous out here. You could’ve been captured by all kinds of creatures roaming out here. Are you one of the underground folk? Come, I’ll walk you closer to your home.” “You…you speak my tongue?” you managed to stutter out. “Are you him? The Bringer of Ruin”? He looked solemnly at you, saying “I have many names. I am not aware of that one, but I may be him, yes” he gave you a pained smile. At your terrified gasp, he looked into your eyes once again and slowly said “I have no intention of harming you, girl. Come, I’ll walk you home. Can you get up?” he asked, taking your sack with one hand and hoisting it up to the shoulder, his other hand stretching out to you...

“Didus’!! Didus’!” you screamed on the top of your lungs, descending countless stairs. You’ve gotten your fair share of scolding by the gate guards, and as soon as they let you go, you’ve made your way to your hut as soon as possible, banging on the door still in shock. “What happened to you, child? Where have you been?” an old man opened the door, catching you into his arms, when you collapsed onto your knees as soon as the door opened.

Tears began streaming down your face, your small figure shuddering as you wailed in your grandfather’s arms. Your little brothers and sisters gathering in a small room, their faces full of worry and fear, inquiring from you and grandfather about what has happened to you, the younger ones also beginning to cry, with older ones trying to console them. Once peaceful cozy household descending into chaos for half an hour.

When you came to your senses, you told the whole story to your family by the old shell rock table, sipping on the mole soup grandfather managed to cook using the fresh water you brought. “Foolish, foolish child!” didus’ scolded you. “By the way you described him, it could have been The Bringer of Ruin. The fallen god of Past…No one who saw him has lived to tell the tale on how exactly he looks. Don’t you ever do such a reckless thing again! We can use the underground water just as anyone else. “It’s too dirty. I want them to eat more healthily so they can grow up being sturdier and stronger than I am” you pointed to your siblings with a move of your head. “Sestro, we will be fine! Just don’t go out…please…” the eldest brother said.“Who’s that dyadya the sister has met? Grandpa, grandpa, tell us! Younger children pestered the old man. He grunted after taking some time thinking about it.

“All right. But I’ll tell it to you just for the reason of making sure you won’t be sneaking away like your careless sister did, okay?” You silently crossed your arms at that, but did not dare to say a word, listening to your grandpa. You knew the tale, but no one has told it to younger ones. “This story is not for children, for it is as dark and gloomy as it is truthful. This is a story about our Universe and the Creation of the Old city and the New city.” Grandfather continued.

"The ones who lived before us has written that before the Ruin our land was full of sand and was scorching hot, warmed by the two Suns. People used to live on the surface, everyone was safe, and the land was relatively prospering, before the Old God sent two of his Angels to punish our kind for cruelty and greed our ancestors possessed. The ancient ones wrote that people used to rely on other folk, called Plants, for the land in the past was not prosperous and didn’t have enough food and materials for the folk to use. Those Plants could use their powers to create all kinds of things: provisions, eternal light, eternal water, eternal flame among other things. But people were cruel and greedy, so those two Angels were sent to bring the end of the cruel age, but one of the Angels fell in love with people on this planet and tried to save us, fruitlessly, from his brother, the second Angel, which took the Plants from people and doomed us to death, destroying everyone and everything he could so that he can build a New World.

The second Angel managed to save some people, which were our ancestors, so this is how we have ended like this. This was thousands of years ago, so our land has changed a lot. Some folks think that what we call “prymaras” used to be those “plants”, but they became corrupted by our greed and the Angel’s scorn for humanity. Now we are doomed to dwell underground, relying on strong and brave people among us to bring us resources from above. At least we are relatively safe here, so long as we can stay strong and train the best Hunters and Gatherers.

The thing you should be afraid of the most though, are two Angels, who still roam above. The Bringers of Ruin: the one who wears a red cloak and The Corrupted one. Even though it’s believed that one of them loves humans and there are tales of him saving some who almost perished above, the last seeing of him was so long ago, that no one among the living remembers it. He’s also called a bad omen. So, kids, learn from your foolish sibling and be nice, eat well, train well and everything will be okay.”

He smiled while finishing his story, his eyes closed and the whole face covered in deep wrinkles. His voice and the tale calmed the siblings, their tummies full of warm food, the light in the oven warming up making the hut feel safe and cozy. The whole story resembled a grim fairytale to caution little children to not do the things the adults don’t approve of. The household peacefully went into deep slumber after thanking their grandfather, the sole caretaker. They need to awake well rested and strong tomorrow, after all.

Sorry I half-assed it a bit. It was just brewing and brewing in my head, I needed to spew out an exposition.I also used a few words from my native language, cause I have an idea that the new society kind of all came back to the native languages they used before coming to Gunsmoke. Just for fun. So the words are: Prymara - a ghost/ a nightmare Didus' - grandfather Sestro (from sestra) - sister Dyadya - an uncle

Here's some of the lore of this Universe I have in my head:

Knives achieved all his goals. The Earth fleet has been destroyed, all the Plants taken from humans, with humans slowly dying out, only smaller portion staying alive with Vash’s help.

Knives beginning building his “Paradise” slowly terraforming Gunsmoke, first making it into a decent prosperous planet, but slowly going insane, still being fused with a big portion of his “sisters” and having nothing to live for anymore, no one to talk to.

Vash is hiding from his brother, helping the few colonies of people to settle underground, helping them to live their lives.

Knives finally has a psychotic breakdown and does something to the Suns, probably eliminating them (maybe closing them in a different dimension/destroying/whatever, which corrupts Plants and makes them into mindless constantly hungry creatures, needing life energy to continue existing (ironically), so they capture any living being that they can on the surface. The settling of the reader calls them Prymaras.

The society we have now is more of a family tribe style now, completely depleted of any kind of technology, relying on gathering, hunting outside, which requires the strongest specimen, with weaker ones weaving clothes, making simple furniture, tools and utensils.

They have limited knowledge on what has happened in the past, relying only on the notes of the ancestors.

They have health problems because of leaving underground and by not having a light source even if ascending on the surface ( I don’t care about the fact that the surface would be a striking cold temperature in reality not suitable for any form of life, it’s still a fantasy/horror, so it’s just like a Never-ending Night or something like this), that’s why they most value the physically healthy and strong individuals.

Humanity is no longer having contact with Vash, considering him a Bad Omen, guilty in the Ruin, terrified of him just as much as of Knives.

Vash wanders the planet all alone for thousands and thousands of years, seeking a way to restore the Suns and heal the Plants somehow, still refusing to kill. Still searching for penance.

Song used while writing "Toumei" by Alber Karch, Ichiko Aoba

[polkadotjersey]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

finally doing this :) thank you for tagging me @kingfisherprince <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

currently 22. hopefully more soon :)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

243,150 (kinda crazy to think this is proper novel length by now)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i currently have wips for formula 1 rpf and cycling rpf, also write football rpf (slowly making my way through all sports tags, i suppose.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

top spot for every other sunday (crazy kudos count, i still can't quite believe it). next are an evolutionary theory of the soul (seb/charles), algorithm (max/charles), little lion man (lewis/max) and in the dark you can't see shiny cars (max/charles). nice pairing mix as well!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually, yes. (although i confess i had a rough patch last year and let many go unanswered just because i had no energy to interact anywhere, but i still love each and every comment i get.)

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

that... has to be lonely hearts club (seb/charles), i think?

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

hard to figure. i realize i write a lot of endings as begginings, so... which one is the happiest? I suppose in every other sunday they're quite happy (and also kimi is doing the macarena, so there's that.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. i love that these fandoms are so chill <3

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

yes. the boring kind (sorry!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

never did. not sure how i'd go about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

erhm actually yes. wattpad debacle of 2022.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! (thank you to all the lovely translators of my fics, you are the best <3)

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

no. but i am open to.... 👀

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

no OTPs, i am all about spreading the love

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

charles lifeguard AU (main pairing to be determined). i wrote a lot of the setup, just mainly charles, alex and carlos being chaotic best friends working at a fancy beach resort.

16. What are your writing strengths?

who knows? I think i am good at storytelling (pace, etc). ooh also non-linear narratives. i am quite proud of those.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i write at a snail's pace. can't do past tenses to save my life. still not confident writing in english, so i get stuck a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i only ever did it when it's relevant to the fic (like in a matter of expression (seb/charles), which is all about languages)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

12 year-old me writing bad harry potter fanfiction counts, i suppose? the evidence must still be lost somewhere on the internet

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

time and again (seb/charles) is my all time favourite.

i am tagging @sebchal, @kritischetheologie, @antimonyandthyme, @astronomical-light and @cupidskissx (no pressure to do it, i am just sending my love to you)

[winterchimez]

hi......yes im alive 😃

i'll be honest i don't really know where to start...so i might as well try my best to give a proper update for everyone on the dash and explain everything as i possibly can

so it's been a month (a little more than that) since i left and to put it simply i was at the lowest point in life, physically and mentally. a lot of irl matters happened; losing close ones and going through a tremendous amount of stress and pain has not made anything better. with that, i was on meds a lot; mentally, i was very unwell, and neither was my physical health any better.

i had to take a step away from all social medias i had, and even shut myself out completely and not talk to anyone, all because i just didn't have the strength and energy to do it. i've lost count on the amount of times i've broke down over the past several months (but May was the worst), and i just couldn't keep going on like this.

so i finally made the huge decision to quit my current job by the end of the year (my job played huge part on my health) so that's finally a huge burden off my chest. though, all of that fatigue and stress are now slowly getting to me (since i've held them in / ignored them for so long) so by the time i'm home i'm beyond exhausted to do anything else.

which also comes to the main point of all of this: writing. it's still a hobby that i absolutely love since a young age till now, and i have so much in store that i can't wait to write them! though with my current condition it's hard to determine when i'll be able to get back into it. i am somewhat working on one or two wips but it's going REAL slow, and i don't even know if they'll eventually see the light of day.

what i can promise though is i'll definitely write when i'm capable & feeling much better. i may or may not drop some fics once in a while, or that might not happen until i quit my current job but we shall see. i'm definitely planning on finishing all of the ongoing series (both here & on my other blog), writing the requests that you guys have sent in, and more collabs to come in the future!

so i humbly ask that you guys be patient with me, and i will be back when i can. i might hop into tumblr to check notifs once in a while, but know that i'm slowly coming back out of my shell so bear with me.

till then, take care yall & see you guys real soon. 🫶🏻💗

~ ally ❄️

[chipperchemical]

Are you going to continue your skizzpulse fanfic ? No pressure though, it’s totally alright if you lost motivation:D

yes, i will! i am determined to not leave this fic unfinished! i actually checked it this morning and realised i hadn't updated since JULY which is a crime

you're correct that i've lost motivation for it :( however, i've been combating it by writing little portions at a time and hoping it all comes together soon

i'm so glad to hear that people are still interested in it after so long!!!

i have no snippet of the newest chapter to show you, just a promise that it WILL be finished, one way or another!

[cassedyevihtt]

"THE SECRET'S THAT YOU KEEP"

Vanessa x Mike fnaf movie fanfic, slowburn romance vibe

In this fic they have a lot more time to get to inow each other from when they meet to when Vanessa spills her secrets abt afton and so on. ___________________________

Part 3 of 8: "someone tore her drawing apart so she ran away"

Updated everyday

This one is a longer episode guys✨

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"She is gone"

"Wait what? What do you mean, gone!?"

"No, she ran away"

"Ran away?? You guys are suppost to take care of her! How long since she disappeared??"

"30 minutes ago"

"Keep searching I'll be over there shortly"

Mike puts the phone on hold, he then scribbles in another number. "Vanessa?!"

"Hello, yes? Mike, what is it?"

"Abbie is gone!! She is missing" mike's voice had lost it's tired and steady self. His voice is uneven, shaking, as if he suffers from lack of air. There is a pause. Vanessa stares ahead. He couldn't have taken her, could he? "Mike , I'll get a party of five to help us search, me included, we'll find her, okay?" Her stonecold police voice turns softer, calming. "We'll find her." She promises. "When did she disappear?"

"Kindergarden called just now, she went missing 30 minutes ago." Mike informs between his uneven breathing. "And they still haven't been able to find her? Alright, I'll be there in 5 minutes"

Mike places the phone down. He burries his head in his hands. Images of his precious brother Garrett in the back of that car gets scurred out by Abbie's frighetend face in the back of that car instead of Garrett. The thought made him want to throw up. He grits his teeth and dries his tears. Vanessa will be there. He will be there. They'll find her. She'll be okay.

He drives to the kindergarden. He gets on sight on looks for Vanessa. She is talking to the kindergardener. "Last time you saw her?"

"When someone ruined her drawing. She said it was of her 'friends' and one of the kids tore it apart. I took the kid aside and Abbie ran off."

"Okay, you've done your fare share of searching so go get the drawing and contact me when you've found it. It might lead us to something" Vanessa instructs between her notes.

"Because images mean alot to children" the kindergardner says.

"Yes exactly" Vanessa nods. She packs her notes and walks over to Mike. "My guys have started searching. We'll be searching this area one more time as Abbie might come out if she hears your voice."

"O-okay, and you are sure that they'll be able to find her and call her down"

Vanessa throws him a glance. "She is in good hands"

And with this, they search. Behind every bush, around every tre. Inside every playhut. Vanessa takes a rest and brushes the back of her hand over her forehead. The kindergardener runs over to them. Her breath forms small clouds of fog as she runs. "This is what she drew" the woman holds the paper in front of Vanessa. Mike walks over, looks up at the sky, it'll sbow soon. He looks down at the drawing. Vanessa frowns. She sighs. The drawing is of 4 kids. A kid with bunny ears, a kid with a top hat, a kid with pigtails and one kid with a hook. Mike quickly looks up at Vanessa. The police officer looks at the kindergardener. "Thank you, now you should get inside. We'll take it from here. Finish up and go home" the kindergardener almost bows a little. "Thank you and much luck to both of you, Mike, please call when you've found her. I am so sorry for all this"

Mike closes his mouth and just nods. A thousand words could've been said but there was no time. As the Kindergardener walk away Mike jumps into Vanessa's car. She puts on the sirens and they drive fast as fuck through the town. Snow starts falling, mike feels his throught tie up. He looks at Vanessa. His head goes cold and a shiver sneaks it's way down his spine. Behind her determined face there is actual dread. Horror. Mike looks ahead and swallows. The sign of Freddy's pizzaria shows up behind the buildings.

They park and Mike jumps out of the care the moment it stops. Vanessa is right behind him. He gets his keys and they walk in. The place is as dark and uninviting as it is in the middle of the night.

Vanessa gives him a flashlight. "Don't turn anything on, don't make any noise" Mike frowns but nods. "I'll check the backrooms. You'll check the stage" Vanessa orders. Mike feels his sweaty hands grasp a bit tighter against his flashilight. He swallows silently and nods.

He silently runs towards the stage. Peeks behind the curtain. No bonnie. He swallows again. The light flickers as he shines it up at freddy. Mike shines the light around the animatronics. Nothing. He steps away from them and towards pirate's cove.

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Meanwhile: Vanessa

Vanessa finds her own set of keys and opens the closet the backroom with the birthday napkins and the springlock doll. A child's laugh. Her breath shivers as she tries to catch her breath. What if he took Abbie. How would she explain her loyalty to such a man. Bound by blood is never a valid excuse. Nothing is. Nothing will ever be. Something moves behind her. She looks around. Nothing. Her hand finds the handle of her gun. A shadow decorates the open door behind her. Bunny ears. She gasps. Her breathing spirals. She clentches her gun.

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Mike opens the curtains. The fox. The one kid that cut his arm. He looks up at the massive animatronic. And then down at the little girl with black curly hair that is silently chuckling up at the fox.

"Abbie!" Mike grabs the little girl and then gives her the most legendary hug in the whole world. He kisses her head. "You scared me, jesus christ you scared me" he mumbles and shakes. His voice is uneven. Behind them Vanessa comes running. Her distressed face melts into a smile. She just stops for a bit and looks at them. She dries a tear and sighs in relief. "We should probably get out of here" she mentions. "Hey Vanessa" Abbie smiles. "And I agree Foxy is tired now anyway. I'll come back soon" she smiles up at the big animatronic. It opens its eyepatch and does a little dance in response.

Mike takes Abbie's hand and turns around to see Bonnie towering behind Vanessa. He points at hime and Vanessa turns around. She shrugs. "Oh, Bonnie, it's okay. He's okay." Abbie nods hppily and waves at the big bunny. The bunny waves back. "Alright let's go" Mike drags her along and Vanessa walks behind them. She glances back at Bonnie. Before walking out of the building.

"No more running away like that" Mike kneels in front of Abbie in the parkinglot. "Promise me" Mike sighs and holds a bit tighter around Abbie's small round hands. "Okay mike". He stands up and holds her hand. Vanessa opens the car doors. "My apartment is closer we could go there if you'd like. I'll drive you home in the morning" She sits in front of the steering wheel and looks to her side. Abbie is safely half sleeping in the backseat. Mike sinks into the passenger seat. As if all his bones caves in. As he stares ahead he seems like the most worn out person on the earth. Tired. Hopeless. Vanessa sighs as she sets the car in gear. A small plan forms in her head as she sees the snow fall.

[kaykay8776]

Brother, I Am With You - Ch. 2

Hi, me again. Yes, I’m uploading two chapters in one day. I’m excited for this story, sue me. 

Ch. 1 is here, and if you prefer AO3, it’s there as well. Onward to the fic! Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Needles, wound medical care, hospitals

The rest of the day went somewhat as Mario expected it to. When he finally showed up, the doctor assessed his wound and determined what Mario probably could’ve figured out himself; there was soft tissue and muscle damage and deep bruising. But since his range of motion and sensation was unaffected, there wasn’t any tendon or nerve damage. For some reason the doc felt the need to tell Mario that the dog barely missed hitting his brachial artery as well as one of his major nerves. He guessed it was his weird way of trying to make him feel better, but it just freaked him out. 

When the doc decided he’d done enough poking and prodding, he said he wanted to clean the wounds out and stitch them closed. Then he wanted Mario to get an x-ray to make sure there wasn’t any bone damage, and then he could be on his way. 

When the time came, they got Mario laying down and had him stretch his arm out on a table with a blue drape on it. He saw the big syringe full of lidocaine next to a bunch of other torture instruments and his breath seized in his chest, but Lucy saw and promised him they would be fast. He turned his head the opposite direction and practiced one of the breathing exercises Luigi had taught him before. 

He definitely regretted not bringing his brother with him, because damn, he could’ve really used a hand to squeeze. But he’d caused him enough trouble already. He was on his own. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. 

They started injecting the lidocaine then, and honestly, it was awful. He felt the pinch of the needle in his already sore and tender skin, and the lidocaine itself burned and stung, taking way too long to finally give way to a cool numbness. They put a little into every puncture and tear, and there were 11 in total. By the time they were done, Mario’s eyes were damp. Lucy, bless her, handed him a tissue without saying anything except that the worst part was over now. 

Thankfully, that was indeed the worst part. They cleaned the wounds out next, which wasn’t that bad. He felt the sting of the antiseptic in a couple of spots, but it still wasn’t as bad as the lidocaine, and it faded away before he even had a chance to react to it. Even the stitches weren’t bad; he expected them to be worse. All he felt was some pressure and tugging, but the sensations were easy enough to ignore. He just kept looking away and studied the big poster on the wall about the human skeletal system. Who knew that a person’s hands have 27 bones each?

Finally, they finished and let him sit up. 31 stitches all together. Mario squinted at them, his stomach lurching just a little, before Lucy put a clean dressing over them and forced him to stop looking. Then a new lady poked her head in the room and informed them that they had an open spot for him to get his x-ray. He hastily followed her, eager to get moving and walk some of his nerves off. 

Mario denied her offer to walk him back after they were finished, which was a stupid thing to do because he got lost almost immediately. He felt like a little kid lost in a grocery store as he looked around and tried to remember where the hell he came from. Eventually, he relented and asked the DI unit clerk for directions. Turns out he was literally right in front of the hallway he’d come from, his dumbass just couldn’t find the sign. He left in an annoyed huff and went back to the room he was in before, sitting in one of the stiff armchairs instead of on the table this time. 

Soon, Dr. Asher returned alone, holding an iPad. He said Mario’s x-ray came back normal with no signs of bone damage, which was good. The talk soon turned into a long lecture; he wanted to see Mario again in 10 days to see how it was healing and to remove the stitches. It would take a long time to heal, and he walked Mario through the best ways to help speed up the process. He would likely need physical therapy to rehab the limb, and would possibly need to see an orthopedic specialist to assess the muscle damage. Then came another lecture about the signs and symptoms of infection and sepsis and when to go to the ED; Mario did his best to pay attention, he really did, but a lot of the big words and medical jargon flew right over his head. But he gave him a small package of papers that summed everything up nicely, so he didn’t feel that bad. 

Really all he had been able to think in response was how much he now hated dogs. 

“So, are we done? Can I leave now?” Mario asked, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. 

“One last thing,” Dr. Asher looked at his tablet. “It says in here that you had your last tetanus shot when you were in the 9th grade, is that correct?”

Damn. Mario was afraid of that. 

“Yes.” He answered begrudgingly, crossing his arms. 

“Then I recommend you get a booster today, since it’s been more than 5 years.”

“Come on, it’s been 7. You can’t let me squeak by?” 

Dr. Asher pursed his lips, shrugging his shoulders. “You can refuse, if you wish.”

Mario groaned. “No, I’ll get it, whatever. If it means I get to go home after.”

“Yup, that’s everything.” Dr. Asher got up to leave. “Take care, Mario. Feel better, and come back if you have any concerns.” He smiled kindly. Mario half-heartedly smiled back, and the door closed behind him. 

Mario inhaled a big breath and released it, stretching his legs and rolling his stiff neck. He was so ready to go home and jump into his bed and not leave for days. He pulled out his phone, and almost as soon as he did, a text came from Luigi.

So what’s the deal? Did they amputate?

Mario smiled and shook his head fondly, punching out a reply. No, just 31 stitches. 

I bet you’ll have some awesome scars.

I doubt it. You’re such a dork.

The dorkiest. What are you waiting for now?

Just a tetanus shot.

Uh oh, you need me to come hold your hand?

He audibly snorted. Fuck off, I’m not 6.

You sure? I think you’re short enough.

Mario chuckled and sent a long string of middle finger emojis, and Luigi replied with a longer string of laughing ones. He turned his phone off, sighing quietly and putting his head back, closing his eyes. 

Mario sat there alone for long enough that he’d curled up and had just about dozed off. Finally, Lucy came back, poked him in his deltoid, gave him a brief rundown of his wound care, and finally let him go. He saw the front desk clerk and hastily scribbled his signature on the discharge form, then ran out of there before anyone else could come up with more reasons to keep him. 

He found Luigi happily snoozing away in the waiting room and couldn’t help but laugh; the guy had a gift. He could sleep anywhere. After sneakily snapping a picture to add to his ever growing collection, he woke him up and they took a cab home. 

During the ride, Luigi started talking about who they should go to about getting the van fixed. Mario had made up a lame excuse that he was tired and sore and wasn’t really up for discussing it, when in reality all he could think about was that they actually couldn’t get the van fixed right now because they didn’t have any money. And that was all because Mario had stupidly convinced Luigi to let him blow it all on their commercial. 

Which, Mario learned later that evening, wasn’t even good, as far as his family was concerned. Tony and Arthur had laughed right in his face, just like Spike had. He had tried to stick around for dinner, but after all the laughing, the mushrooms on his plate, the guys asking to see his stitches even though he kept telling them he wasn’t supposed to take the bandage off yet, and his father’s remark as the cherry on top, he left the table using the same excuse of being tired and sore and just wanting to lay down. He felt bad for being so rude, but he’d had a long and crappy day. Sue him. 

It wasn’t a total lie by any means; he definitely would’ve liked to lay down and sleep, but he was a side sleeper and he doubted he’d be able to find a pain-free sleep position now that both of his arms were sore. He settled for turning the lights off and playing video games, but it still didn’t do much to distract from the words that kept running through his head. The words wrought with disdain and disappointment. 

I think you’re nuts. You don’t leave a steady job for some crazy dream. And the worst part? You’re bringing your brother down with you.

Mario growled and threw his controller down as he died yet again, turning the TV off and giving up. He rubbed at his eyes, placing his elbows on his knees, sighing in exhausted agony. There it was again, the gentle burn in his eyes, the wobble in his breath. 

Once again, Luigi managed to interrupt him when his defenses were down. He poked his head through the door of their shared bedroom, holding a plate of mushroom-less pasta and a bottle of red gatorade. Mario sat up, taking a steadying breath.

“I thought you were laying down.” Luigi smiled knowingly. 

Mario shrugged weakly. “Tried, but everything hurts.”

“Did you take some meds?” 

“Yeah, just now.” He’d taken two Advil and two Tylenol tablets after leaving the dinner table. 

“You should probably eat something, big guy,” Luigi murmured softly, using the same tone he used whenever Mario was the one hurt or knocked out with a cold. He was being so sweet, and Mario’s chest panged. “Or at least drink something.”

Luigi handed him the gatorade, and he took it, lazily taking a swig even though he wasn’t really thirsty. 

“I wish I could have something stronger than this.” Mario admitted quietly, turning away so he wouldn’t see Luigi’s reaction. He knew he really couldn’t, but still, it was the truth. Right now, all he wanted was to sit down with a bottle of his favourite white wine and drink until he couldn’t remember his own name. 

“Well, you aren’t getting anything stronger, not on my watch.” Luigi replied after a few beats, undoubtedly surprised at Mario’s remark. “You aren’t serious, are you?” 

“Relax, of course not.” Mario shook his head. 

Luigi was silent for a few more tense moments, and Mario could feel his concerned eyes boring into him. He didn’t look back; he couldn’t.

“Mario, are you sure you’re okay?” 

There was that tone of voice again, so caring, so soft. How lucky was Mario to have someone who cared about him so much? Someone who kept reaching a hand out even after he kept pushing it away?

And what had Mario done for Luigi in return? Risk his safety by taking him into a stranger’s home and almost getting him attacked by a stupid dog. All to achieve a dream that was Mario’s, not his. It wasn’t fair; Luigi deserved better. 

Unable to help himself, he cleared his throat and hid his guilt with another snotty remark. “So far. My arm hasn’t fallen off yet, but we’ll see what happens.”

“Would you–” Luigi stopped and took a frustrated breath, trying again. “Stop dodging, that’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant.” Mario sighed. “And I told you, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Another tense silence followed. Even though he still refused to look at him, he knew exactly what Luigi was thinking, and his heart seized. He hated that he was worried, but he couldn’t let him in. This whole mess was his own fault; when he was feeling better, he would figure out how to clean it up himself. There was no other choice. 

Luigi took a breath to speak, then–

“Luigi! It’s your turn for dishes tonight!” Ma hollered from the kitchen. 

Mario hoped his sigh of relief wasn’t audible. Luigi frowned, not moving for a few moments. 

“Go on, get outta here,” Mario ushered. “Don’t make her mad.”

“Fine.” Luigi grabbed the uneaten plate of pasta with one hand–Mario had already decided he wasn’t eating it–and squeezed Mario’s shoulder with the other before sliding off the bed and heading to the door. Before closing it, he turned and looked at Mario again. 

“Just yell if you need anything, okay?” 

It was such a mindless gesture, something they said to each other in different variations all the time, but hearing it from Luigi even after all the grief he’d caused him today made him want to cry all over again. But he clenched his jaw and nodded stiffly. Luigi hesitated, worry and concern evident in his vibrant blue irises, but he ended up leaving. 

Mario inhaled and released a heavy sigh again, frustratedly rubbing at his eyes and throwing himself back on his pillows, narrowly missing bonking his head on the headboard. He hated all these damn feelings. 

Luigi should’ve been pissed at him. Mario had made him promises and hadn’t kept them. But instead he was worried about him and his well being. He truly didn’t deserve Luigi. 

Now that he knew Luigi would be occupied for enough time, he let himself have his moment. He rolled on his less sore side and curled up, pressing his hands against his face to silence the pathetic sounds he made as he cried. He was a complete and total fool for ever thinking that this would work; he felt like the worst brother in the world. 

He swiped at his face, sniffing wetly and taking a few breaths, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. This mess was his fault; he wasn’t allowed to cry about it. 

But he felt too shitty to try to fix it right now. He switched the TV to some random cop show, exhaustion and depression weighing heavy on his bones. He fixed his pillows and blankets, fidgeting for a while before he finally managed to make himself comfortable on his back. It wasn’t how he liked to sleep, but it would have to do for now. He haphazardly watched, slowly relaxing, and after 10 minutes, he was out like a light.

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You're getting a snippet from All the King's Horses (I know probably not the one people want lol) but I am SO EXCITED about it and I also just realized today is Wednesday not Thursday which means I have to wait even longer to share it so I am sad. George cleared his throat. “Matthew and I are going to head out,” he said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.  Gabi looked up sharply, “Matty’s coming?” She asked, a smile playing on the corners of her mouth and George flushed. Polly had no doubt filled her in on their Cold War. “Yeah,” said George, “we’re still good to meet you at Jalapeño’s?”  “Yep,” said Gabi, “just waiting on Polly to finish giving meds.” “Cool, I think Ross and Waughty will be there first, they said they would get a table,” George said, hooking his backpack over his shoulder. “We’ll see you soon?”  “Sounds good,” said Gabi, flashing George a thumbs up with a glint in her eye. Matthew was standing by the entrance to the barn when George returned, wearing a pair of wayfarer style sunglasses and a well worn Kentucky Horse Park baseball cap tugged down over his curls. George swallowed a pang of disappointment, even sweaty and squished from wearing a helmet all day, George liked Matthew’s curls.  “Ready?” George asked and Matthew nodded, following him to the parking lot and climbing into the passenger seat of George’s truck.  George looked away as he did so, not wanting to get caught checking out his ass, admiring the way his navy blue breeches pulled tight as he hoisted himself into George’s lifted vehicle, the hop jump he had to do to get in only highlighting how small he was. George quickly banished the thought of how that meant Matthew would fit perfectly, tucked against his side.

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Too many 💀 Officially in progress being actively update (at least in The 1975 fandom I'm pretending the other fandoms don't exist at the moment) I have five: All the King's Horses Make Way for Ducklings You Know Where the City Is It's Christmas (So This Is Gonna Be a Nightmare) On a Friday In terms of ones that exist and are actively being worked on but aren't ready to be posted / haven't been posted yet I a have five more: Tennessee Stella McCartney (the Nashville™️ fic) Now Is the Hour (The teen dad fictional!matty fic) Vampire AU (we're still working on a name) The End of SATVB Sick Fic One shot (name also TBD) That super secret fourth thing that I keep joking about So apparently all in all that's TEN WIPS and i did not realize it was that many and now I'm stressed... (Less work has gone into them - but I also have the infection verse fics where Baby Gatty gets together and Fictional!Matty is readjusting to the public eye after the chapter eight events of the A&E fic but I'm not emotionally ready to admit that I have 12 WIPs lol)

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That is a very good question! I whatever fic gets updated on Tuesday will be determined by the poll that I still don't have the results for yet (it ends soon if you haven't voted yet!). Once the Christmas Fic is finished I would like to start posting another one of my in progress WIPs, I'm just not sure which one yet. I also want to FINALLY hopefully get the SATVB sick fic finished - I'm just worried people are going to be disappointed because I have taken so long to finish it and I'm worried it's been over hyped

Thank you SO MUCH for sending me this ask oh my gosh!! I'm so excited about my various projects (even if I'm a little stressed I hadn't realized there were so many lol) and I hope you continue to enjoy my posts in the meantime! I hope you have a great rest of your day and a great week!

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study buddy

eddie munson x reader

summary: a study session with eddie quickly takes a turn after you decide to reward him for getting the right answers

warnings: fem reader, smut, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, kinda fluffy especially at the end, mentions of Wuthering Heights (yes that deserves its own warning)

a/n: apparently i am unable to write an eddie fic where his hair pulling kink isn’t mentioned at least once. this is gross and fluffy at the end but i couldn't figure out another way to finish it so. also i haven’t read wuthering heights in a few years so please excuse me if my analysis is a bit off lmao.

smut under the cut <3

Contrary to popular belief at Hawkins High, Eddie Munson is not dumb. Sure, he’s in his third year as a senior, but this year he’ll graduate; he just knows it. You think so too and are determined to get him to pass his English class, the one he’s failed multiple years in a row. He’s actually really smart, he just needs a little help channeling his intelligence into academics rather than crafting an elaborate DnD campaign.

You’re sitting in Eddie’s room, trying to help him study, but his mind keeps wandering, and you’re having trouble getting anything substantial done.

“Look,” you sigh, “we’re getting nowhere with this.”

You bite your lip, pondering an idea for a second. “What if I… give you an incentive?”

You don’t mean it to be, but your tone is slightly suggestive. Eddie’s eyes widen, and you watch his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he visibly gulps. “What, uh, what kind of incentive?”

“You can pick, I want it to be effective.”

“Why don’t you take off some of your clothes every time I get an answer right,” Eddie jokes, grinning at you.

“Okay.” Your face remains serious as you feign nonchalance, despite the nerves wracking your body. There’s always been some tension between you and Eddie, and you frequently jokingly flirt with each other, but this is taking it to a whole new level.

“Wait, what?” Eddie’s smile has turned decidedly more nervous.

“I said okay.” You repeat. “I told you to choose an incentive and you did.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Unless you want to pick something else?”

“No!” Eddie exclaims loudly out before bringing his voice to a normal volume. “No, that’s fine, we can do the uh, clothes thing.”

You let a small smile through your stone-faced facade. He’s so cute when he’s being a dork.

“First question,” You clear your throat and look up from the paper. “What is one thing symbolized by the ghosts in Wuthering Heights?”

Eddie thinks for a moment before responding. “An absence of, uh, closure? And the lingering presence of the past?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s really good!” You beam at him.

You reach down and tug off your socks, shooting him a stern look when he makes a sound of protest. “Socks count! Get another question right and you’ll get something better.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie replies cheekily, giving you a mock salute.

You ask him another question, and he gets that one right as well. You shed your jacket, now just in a shirt and shorts. If he keeps this up, you’re going to be very naked very soon.

“Next question.” Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and Eddie’s gaze flickers to your mouth before snapping back. “What point does Brontë demonstrate about revenge through Heathcliff’s character?”

Eddie’s brow furrows as he tries to think. After a minute, he throws his hands up in defeat. “I don’t know.”

“C’mon Eddie, you got this.” You give him an encouraging smile. “Think about the end of the story, how Heathcliff died and how he felt.”

“The point is, um, revenge won’t give us what we want?” You motion for him to continue. “Heathcliff gets his revenge and is still miserable before he dies. So, uh, focusing on the events of the past only prevents us from achieving happiness in the present?”

Eddie looks unsure, but you nod, clapping your hands together excitedly. “Exactly! You’re doing so well, Eddie, you’re going to destroy this test.”

You both look at each other silently for a second before you realize. “Oh, right.” You pull your shirt up over your head, and you can hear Eddie’s breath hitch as your bra is revealed.

You put it on the ground next to you, feigning nonchalance, but your heart is racing. Goosebumps rise on your skin, but you’re not sure if it’s from the slight chill in the air or the weight of Eddie’s stare on your chest.

“Hey!” You snap your fingers in front of his face, and his eyes shoot up to yours, not even having the decency to look embarrassed. “Let’s keep going, okay?”

You continue to quiz him, and to your pleasant surprise, he gets most of the questions right. After some stalling - taking off my necklace counts, Eddie! - you end up in just your bra and underwear, sending a silent thank you to the universe that you had picked out something cute that morning.

Eddie is clearly affected by your state of undress. His hands grip white-knuckled onto his thighs as if he’s physically restraining himself from touching, you or himself you’re not sure. You’d been politely ignoring the way his pants had tented, but now you’re finding it hard not to look.

With all the blood in his body directed far from his brain, it’s really a miracle he managed to answer so many questions correctly.

You force yourself to look back at your list of questions. “Last question,” you inform Eddie, your voice wavering just slightly.

He gets it right.

Locking eyes with Eddie, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms until it falls to the floor. His eyes darken as more of your skin is revealed, breaking eye contact to gaze hungrily at your chest. You fight the urge to cover yourself. Part of you is incredibly embarrassed, but another part preens under his attention, loving how his breathing has turned ragged from watching you undress.

“Why don’t you ask me one more question?” Eddie asks you, leaning forward slightly. “But this time I want a new incentive.”

Gone are all the traces of Eddie’s familiar goofy behavior, now replaced by a simmering intensity that threatens to overwhelm you.

“What do you want?” You’re replying to his question, but in reality, you’re asking much more than that.

“If I get it right,” Eddie’s fingers twitch on his thighs, “I get to touch.”

You inhale sharply, pulling your knees up to your chest as you consider. The tension in the room has reached a fever pitch, and if you keep going, if you take that leap, you know there’s no way you’ll be able to stop.

“That okay, princess?” Eddie has moved closer in your moment of contemplation, now close enough to place his hands on your knees and push them down, exposing your chest once again.

“Yeah, that’s okay.” You clear your throat and try to formulate a new question.

“When was Wuthering Heights first published?”

It’s an easy question, one that Eddie should immediately know the answer to, considering it’s been written on the board in his English class for four weeks straight.

Eddie’s lips curl into a smirk as he answers, “1847.”

Before you can even tell him he answered correctly, Eddie’s hands are on you, surging forward to finally do what he has been craving for so long. One hand runs up your thigh while the other goes to your chest, squeezing gently. He runs his thumb over your nipple and you shudder, so on edge that even the slightest touch sends shockwaves through your body. He shifts forward to nip at where your neck meets your shoulder, the scrape of his teeth followed by a swipe of his tongue to soothe the sting.

Eddie continues his path upwards, resting his hand at the base of your throat for a moment before moving it to cup your cheek. His other hand has crept far enough up that he’s only centimeters from the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to where you’re desperate for his touch. His thumb rests gently on your bottom lip as his gaze flickers between your mouth and your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asks softly, and you can only nod, not trusting your voice to work.

Eddie leans in slowly, lips barely brushing against yours before pressing more firmly in a kiss that quickly turns heated. He’s quite talented with his tongue, and you can’t help but imagine where else he could put it to use.

His fingers graze the waistband of your underwear, dipping in slightly.

“What do you want?” Eddie pulls back, echoing your earlier question.

“Just touch me.” You pull him back into a searing kiss, gasping into his mouth as his hand moves down and his fingertips brush your clit.

Eddie dips lower, a low groan escaping him as he feels how wet you are. He brings his fingers back up to your clit and starts to make slow circles, moving easily with how you coated them with your slick.

Your head falls to his shoulder, panting against his neck as he gradually speeds up. You link your arms over his shoulders as you turn your attention to the pale skin of his throat, kissing and sucking until dark marks bloom under your attention. Eddie’s hand starts to falter, and you quickly grow impatient, pushing him back and reaching for his belt.

Eddie takes off his shirt as you fumble with the buckle, replacing your hands with his own and taking it off with ease.

He rids himself of the rest of his clothes as you do the same, greedily taking in every inch of skin that is revealed. You clench around nothing at the sight of his cock when it springs free, long and thick and surprisingly pretty, a word you never thought you would use as a descriptor for something like that, but nothing about Eddie follows the norm.

Eddie pulls you into his lap, and you tangle your fingers into his hair as you bring him in for another kiss. His lips seem to fit perfectly against yours and, god, why hadn’t you done this before? You tug gently at his hair, and he moans into your mouth, prompting you to do it again. He moans even louder as you pull harder, head snapping back and hips jerking up.

“Fuck, baby.” Eddie pants as the head of his cock brushes against your entrance. “Need to be inside you.”

“Yes please, Eddie, want you to fuck me,” you gasp as you shift and the tip nudges against your clit.

He lines himself up, and you sink down slowly, both of you moaning as he fills you up. You pause for a moment when he bottoms out, clenching around him as you adjust to the rather large intrusion. You’re incredibly grateful that his uncle is gone for the night because you don’t think you could hold back the noises you’re making.

Bracing yourself on his shoulders, you lift yourself up halfway before dropping back down, repeating this action until you’ve built up a quick rhythm.

“Fuck, princess.” Eddie grabs onto your hips as you bounce on his cock, gently guiding your movements. “You feel so good around me, so fucking tight.”

He plants his feet on the ground and starts to fuck up into you, thrusting up every time you drop down.

“Eddie!” You cry out as he gets even deeper, angling his hips slightly to hit the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

You reach one hand down to rub your clit, clenching around him at the extra sensation.

“Shit,” Eddie curses, “keep doing that, baby, you look so good playing with that pretty pussy for me.”

You let out a whine at his words, moving your fingers faster. You’re not sure where his sudden affinity for dirty talk came from, but you’re certainly not complaining as he continues to praise you, calling you his good girl in a tone that makes you shiver.

Eddie pulls you in for a surprisingly tender kiss, a clear contrast to his harsh thrusts.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He says as you break apart, resting his forehead against yours. “Wanted you, wanted to make you mine.”

“I’m yours.” You can’t help the smile that grows on your face. “It’s always been you, Eddie.”

“Yeah? You ever think about this, baby?” Eddie asks, his sincere tone turning to something much darker. “God I used to jerk off all the time thinking about you, imagining how you’d feel around my cock.”

You whine as he gives a few particularly harsh thrusts, hanging on to his shoulders for dear life. You find yourself rapidly approaching the edge, throwing your head back as you bounce even faster.

Eddie matches your pace, his grip on your hips tightening to the point that you’re sure he’ll leave marks.

“Not gonna last much longer, princess,” Eddie warns, voice audibly strained. “Where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you cut him off. “I’m on the pill, I want you to cum inside me.”

“Jesus fucking-” Eddie’s voice breaks. “Yeah, I can do that, baby, you want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you full of my cum?”

“Eddie!” His words are enough to tip you over the edge, chanting his name as you cum.

“Fuck!” Eddie follows you with a punched-out groan, the feeling of your walls spasming around his cock too much to handle.

You collapse against him after you ride out your orgasm, his cock still twitching inside of you. You rest your cheek on his collarbone, and he bends his head down to place a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips.

Eddie eventually slips out of you, half carrying you to the bathroom as your legs prove to be more than a bit shaky. He helps you clean up, kissing you every so often with an infectious grin on his face.

He gives you one of his shirts to wear and drags you into bed with him, wrapping himself around you like an oversized koala. Who knew Eddie Munson would be such a cuddler?

As you drift off in his arms, you can’t believe how lucky you’ve gotten, that you get to have him like this.

All in all, it was definitely a successful study session.

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[softforloki]

Hey could you write something where reader is new to the team but before she joined she was a huge Loki fan girl. Most of her sleep wear is Loki themed and she’s got a ton of Loki plushies. It’s why she keeps the door locked. But one morning she forgets to close her door and Loki walks by and sees a collection of Loki stuffed animals and some clothing items. Instead of teasing her about it, he buys her a huge ass Loki teddy bear that’s almost to big to fit through the door but he manages. Just something cute and fluffy to brighten my awful mood.

ACK! YES! Omg this is such a cute idea thank you for sending in an idea.

For the record I am always accepting requests, but I may not write every idea I’m sent. So please if you have something you’d like to see send it in! 

Edit: OH MY OSIFSOIOSFDOJ GOD

I shit you not right as I was finished writing this, I highlighted the whole fic to put it in a word counter and i somehow managed to DELETE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IFHOIFHWERIHGWOEIRFGOWI

If this seems a little fast paced and poorly written, then I’m really sorry but I had to rewrite literally this whole thing and I was really annoyed about it aosifhaoifhaois

Summery: Loki’s your favorite Avenger, and your personal decor can attest to that. Can you keep your passion under wraps when you move into the Avenger’s Tower?

Warnings: Very little swearing, just me loosing my mind

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,375

Caring in Secret

You’d always had a soft spot for villains.

You ate up every enemies-to-lovers novel, movie, or television show you could get your grubby hands on. You firmly believed that everyone had good in them. No matter what they did, everyone could be redeemed, and that they could put good into the world.

Maybe that made you naive, maybe it made you an idealist. No matter what people thought of you, you stayed true to your philosophy.

It was what had drawn you to Loki it the first place.

The man who had once brought ruin to your city was now working with the people who’d saved it. It was the redemption arch of your dreams.

The Avengers had some kind of PR team that seemed determined to bring Loki out of the shadows he lurked in by putting out more and more merchandise based around the God of Mischief. Loki themed graphic tees, pajamas, plushies, and even office supplies hit the market by storm, and you were at the front of the line to buy them.

You found yourself practically swimming in Loki merch, particularly stuffed toys. You had an army of about a dozen of them displayed on your bed and the shelves surrounding it. Something about being surrounded by the likeness of one of the most dangerous men in the world brought you so much comfort. Maybe it was the memory that people could change. That no matter what happened, they could get better.

For the longest time, you thought this was the closet you’d ever get to any of the Avengers. For better or for worse, this soon changed.

You didn’t officially work for SHIELD, so you didn’t expect to ever work with the heroes who kept the city- and the rest of the world- safe. You were a criminal psychologist working for the New York Police Department (an occupation that fit your idealist morals surprisingly well). You were good at your job, good enough that you’d been brought in by Director Fury to interrogate captured HYDRA agents and other captured bad guys.

Evidently, you were good enough at your job that you were promoted from everyday crooks to Avengers Level Threats.

Your knees went weak when you took your first steps into the incredible tower. You realized with a jolt that you were going to be living here from now on. You were living in a dream.

It wasn’t that day that you felt the electric shock of mortification about your admiration for the dark-haired demigod. When Loki (the real, non-stuffed Loki) shook your hand begrudgingly and introduced himself, you suddenly remembered your socks pattered with golden horned helmets tucked safely into your boots. 

You took care to lock the door to your bedroom whenever you left it. There wasn’t any shame in having an idol that you bought merchandise of, but it became a tad strange when you lived in the same building as that person.

You later discovered that the Avengers could get their own products for free, so a lot of them ironically wore clothes bearing their own or another team member’s resemblance. You still opted to keep your Loki treasure trove hidden away, and keep your graphic tees hidden under sweaters and zipped jackets. It was one thing when Thor wore hoodies with his brother’s name stamped across the back, you figured it would be a little less funny if you, a newbie, did the same.

Besides, you liked Loki, and you were pretty sure he liked you, too. You’d worked hard to crack the walls he’d set up and slip past his defenses. You didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with him by revealing your boarder-line obsession. 

So you were diligent to always lock your door.

Until one day.

Two HYDRA agents who’d been causing the team problems for months were brought in, so you had to rush from your room to do your job. Halfway to the interrogation rooms, you realized with a chilling jolt that in the hurry, you’d left your door swinging, not just unlocked, but wide open.

“No one’s gonna go up there, for now.” You muttered, reasoning that it would just be a waste of time to run back up to shut the door. “Everyone’s busy down here.”

You ignored the growing pit in your stomach and hurried on.

. . .

Loki was going up to your room.

He hadn’t seen you in the chaos of bringing the agents in, so he decided to pop up to your room to make sure you knew what was happening. It had been easy to slip away undetected from the mass of people, reliving, even.

As Loki approached your room, he noticed your door hanging open. Odd, he thought, knowing this was out of character. You probably where down on the lower levels after all, if this was the case.

Despite knowing he should turn away, respect your privacy, or even close your door out of courtesy. That damnable curiosity that had plagued him for centuries pulled him closer, though. Just for a peek.

Bookshelf teeming with books, partially made bed, serval small plush versions of himself- wait, what?

Loki blinked a few times, sure he’d imagined them, but there they were. It was as if he’d seen the toys, his eyes had been opened to the rest of your room. He noticed the pajama pants patterned with his signature daggers draped over the foot of your bed. He saw you laptop, which had be decked out with Loki-themed stickers. He nearly stepped on a notebook emblazoned with his helmet lying on the floor.

Once the shock had worn off, he found himself somewhat flattered. It was charming, seeing this side of you. He knew he had some sort of fanbase (though for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why), he would’ve never imagined you were part of it.

His lips curled up in a found smile.

. . .

The knock startled you. You quickly slid your laptop under your covers, threw off your Loki-hoodie, stuffed it under your bed, and in record time answered the door.

You were well practiced in opening your bedroom door just enough so that you could see outside, but whoever was there couldn’t see in. That person, to your delight and somewhat horror; was Loki. A small smirk spread across his features when he saw you. 

“Hello, there.” He greeted smoothly. “I have something for you.”

“Something for me?” You echoed, raising a brow. “What the occasion?”

“No occasion.” He lilted. “Just something I thought you could add to your collection.”

“My- oh.”

Loki wrestled the comically large teddy bear through your doorway, placing it gently on the floor. You watched as it tipped over from the weight of its own head and fell onto your feet. The gesture would’ve been sweet, if not for the fact that the bear was costumed in Loki’s garb. You felt your heart sinking longer and loner as you continued to stare at the toy. “How did you know?” You asked, your voice a near whisper.

“I came up to get you for something a few days ago. You’d left your door opened.” Loki admitted, his smile dropping a fraction.

“Oh,” You said again, wishing you could curl in on yourself and die in a pit of embarrassment. You lowered your head.

 “You needn’t be ashamed, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Loki quickly said, gently closing his hands around your biceps. “It’s perfectly alright.”

“You’re not upset?”

“No, not at all. It’s quite endearing, actually.”

He released one of your arms, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your gaze up to meet his. He gave you a reassuring smile. You tentatively matched it. 

You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your face securely into his chest. He held you, letting you hide.

“Perhaps once the public sees how important you are,” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. “and there is merchandise of you as well, I’ll collect all that I can and decorate my room the same way.”

You groaned, hands fisting in his clothes. “Please don’t.”

He chuckled, his fingers ghosting over your back. “Just try and stop me, darling.”