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humbledragon669 · 23 days ago

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S2E2 - The Clue Write Up P3 - London (Present Day) the Dirty Donkey meeting up to Land of Uz (Crowley speaks to Job)

Alright, so it’s been a minute. As I write this, it’s been two weeks since I posted the last of this episode’s write up instalments. My apologies about that, I’ve been pretty nose to the grindstone trying to get a Uni assignment finished so that I could enjoy a few weeks of socialising in the lead up to Christmas without worrying about getting it done in time. I finished this afternoon, a little over two weeks ahead of the submission date, which I am over the moon with. Honestly, it’s been pretty intense. I’m not ashamed to say that the first thing I did after I hit the “Submit” button was open up all the bits and pieces I use to write these posts, and I am definitely not ashamed to say that I was quite emotional as I did it. I’ve missed these goofballs. Like… a LOT. And I’ve missed engaging with the fandom with anything more involved than doomscrolling. I still have some reading for the trimester to catch up on, but I am largely free of Uni work now until mid-January (did someone say filming will be underway by then? Not me…) and I intend to throw myself into this beautiful little community wholeheartedly whilst I can. Who knows I might even manage to some more fic writing done/completed… So. With that self-indulgent waffley intro to this post out of the way, let’s get started, we have a pub to get to.

I didn’t think there was any point in delaying the inevitable, we all know that this is the moment that everybody wants to squeal about in this scene. There are a couple of bits and pieces (and they’re all pretty small) I just wanted to point out before I talk about it proper, and even then I probably won’t talk about it all that much because it’s been covered by just about everyone already. Firstly, I just wanted to give a little nod to the sound editors (who knew the first thing I would be pointing out after a short hiatus would be a sound thing. Oh that’s right, everyone did) for the donkey braying noise we can hear in the lower layers of the soundtrack when the camera focusses in on the pub sign. I don’t know why it’s there (I think we all know what a donkey is when we see one), but I think it makes it sounds like the sign is roaring. I don’t think it’s important, I just appreciate the effort.

Next up I want to say how much I wish there was an alleyway of space that leads directly from the door of a pub to a table in every busy pub I went to. There will be a bit more to talk about in regards to our hero couple having an “aura” of free space around them in a little while, but here I think it’s probably there for logistics more than anything.

Last up, I can’t help but feel like there’s something to be had in this little exchange:

CROWLEY: Ah, we’re going to the pub. You never go to the pub. AZIRAPHALE: We’re in the pub now. CROWLEY: What’s wrong with the coffee shop?

So, we hear Crowley moving from the collective “we” to the singular “you” in the first line, followed by Aziraphale immediately reverting to the collection “we” (which is in and of itself notable - I think it points to his not being able to think of himself as a “singular” where Crowley is involved). I actually wonder if this might be a reference to 1967 - we know that Crowley uses this same pub to conduct a covert meeting. Did he choose a pub knowing full well that Aziraphale doesn’t frequent them, supposedly safe in the knowledge that he could remain in the angel’s vicinity without the risk of bumping into him? I think it’s likely this would have factored into Crowley’s choice of meeting place, but what I find curious about the delivery of these lines in the present day is that he firstly sounds amused about this turn of events and then immediately asks Aziraphale why they can’t just do what they normally do. Don’t get me wrong, I love this little exchange, partly because we get to see a little of that mischievous Crowley that I mentioned is a little lacking in this season (at least in the present day scenes), I just can’t quite fathom Crowley’s thinking processes at this point.

Alright. Here we are at last.

I’m going to try and make this short and to the point. Three things about this:

Crowley does not respond to this touch at all. It’s quite rare for us to see this pair consciously touch one another, so if this was out of the ordinary for them, you’d expect to see some sort of shock from him but that is most definitely absent.

Aziraphale doesn’t just stop at putting a hand on Crowley chest, he actually strokes it a little, in a downward motion, and that’s not a response to any movement from the demon, who is completely stationary. That little downward stroke is all sub-conscious Aziraphale (or totally conscious and mischievous Michael, as we came to find out).

There is a little flash of shock on Aziraphale’s face in the split second after he strokes Crowley’s chest. I think this is him realising what he’s just done. Distracted as he was trying to find a table, he’s revealed the true nature of their relationship in a room full of people.

There. That’s it. That wasn’t too drawn out now, was it? Well, if that was a little too shallow for your tastes, shall we have a look at the miracle noise we’re about to hear?

OK, so this is very familiar territory for us by now, and just to prove that point, let’s compare this noise with the one from episode one:

Almost exactly the same, I think. Perhaps some slight difference with the levels, but that could just be the recording I’ve produced. As a reminder, I’ve started playing around with the idea that the miracle noises are more to do with need than the person who casts them - see this take from the episode one write-up:

This would stand up for the scene in the pub too, seeing as the miracle has been cast out of a “need” for somewhere to sit (and for that “aura” of space I mentioned earlier, this time around the table), rather than to achieve something with a moral aim. On the other hand, if you’re still of the camp that believes that the sound is tied to the caster, this would almost certainly drive the hammer home for my theory that Crowley didn’t do anything for the miracle in the book shop - these two miracle sounds are exactly the same, and the one in the pub is definitely only cast by Aziraphale. On a non-sound related note, it has not escaped my attention that the angel is incredibly nonchalant about performing a miracle here, despite how cautious he has been in previous scenes about doing “a very minor miracle”. How does one go from not wanting to perform half a miracle to hide someone in need to openly performing a full one just to guarantee yourself a seat? I suppose it’s possible that he thinks he has little left to lose now that he has Heaven’s attention, but that doesn’t sit right with me. Perhaps this is just another one of those instances, like with Aziraphale’s comments about the arrival of the Heavenly hosts, where the writing is perhaps a little thin in order to provide convenience for filming.

There’s a little Easter egg here in the headline on the newspaper (there will be another one shortly):

It’s not easy to make out the top bit, it looks to me like it reads “Modern, efficient, healthy and pleasant living accommodation in Milton Keynes”. To those of you who don’t know about Milton Keynes, it’s a town that was deliberately developed from scratch in the 60s to try and help address the housing shortage in the UK. It’s one of a handful of so-called “new towns” in the UK. Its most notable feature is that it has a lot of roundabouts. It’s also the one place that neither Crowley nor Aziraphale would take responsibility for, according to the book:

Crowley had been allowed to develop Manchester, while Aziraphale had a free hand in the whole of Shropshire. Crowley took Glasgow, Aziraphale had Edinburgh (neither claimed any responsibility for Milton Keynes*

The footnote for the town in the book also provides us with the text for the headline:

It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live.

Lovely little Easter egg that one. Here’s the other:

This one comes from the book too, this time as part of Newt’s dialogue:

Daily Mail. ‘Letter from America.’ Um, August the third,” said Newt. “Just after the story about the woman in Worms, Nebraska, who taught her duck to play the accordion.

You really have to hand it to the prop and design team - they know how to sneak in those cheeky treats into newspaper headlines, don’t they?!

Alright, let’s jump into another oft-discussed moment.

As with so many of the moments in this show that are highly treasured and talked about by the community, I’m not going to talk about this a great deal, I just want to touch briefly on the vibe I get from this little moment. The bottom line for me here is that this is another Crowley rescue going on. I’ve talked about this aspect of their relationship quite a lot already I know, it’s just that I think it becomes so desperately important later, to the point that it’s explicitly stated. But I’m jumping ahead of myself. Breaking this rescue down, we can see how quickly Crowley becomes aware that his angel might need rescuing - when he looks over at the table to observe the odd man that just sat down. We also see how quickly Aziraphale is to signal to the demon that a rescue is required - with his look back to Crowley at the bar. This little moment is so beautiful to me - it shows how completely aware they both are of the other’s presence and role without a single word. And that position Crowley takes up when he does get to the table? It’s so very territorial, isn’t it? Reaching across Aziraphale to put the glass down, rather than just placing the glass down. It’s like a proverbial shield. And that you really can’t pretend not to hear the “what the fuck are you doing in my seat” in that “hello”, can you?

There are two additional minor points I want to point out here. The first is to do with one of Aziraphale’s tells - his hands.

You can see that as soon as he starts to feel seriously uncomfortable, he starts fiddling with his hands. We’ve seen him do this on multiple occasions before, so it shouldn’t be news that this is something he does subconsciously, I just think it’s worth noting that this behaviour comes into play even with situations where the risk of peril is low. The other thing of note is this tiny lip and eye movements we see when he takes a sip of his sherry:

The lip movement is tricky to read and interpret. I have seen a post that suggested this is a bit of non-verbal communication from him to Crowley, where he says “thank you”. I don’t think this is an unreasonable suggestion, and certainly plays to the non-verbal theme that runs through this entire season. It would also tie in nicely with the eye flick we can see, which makes it seem like the words are being projected at Crowley with his eyes. What’s important is that this gratitude isn’t for the drink (otherwise it would be spoken aloud) - this thanks would appear to be for the rescue.

There’s something about this line I really love, almost like he thinks he’s speaking from a wealth of experience. Which he blatantly isn’t, but you gotta love him for trying claim some knowledge in the area. Crowley looks as convinced of that as the rest of us though:

I also love this little insight into Aziraphale’s character:

AZIRAPHALE: I told them I made Nina and Maggie fall in love. CROWLEY: Why? AZIRAPHALE: It was the first thing I could think of.

To me it shows that ultimately he’s always instinctively drawn towards love. When you compare that mindset to the one shown by Gabriel earlier on in the episode when talking about Job’s children, it really shows how wide the gulf between Aziraphale and the rest of Heaven actually is. Here’s a little script thing I do have an issue with though:

AZIRAPHALE: Oh, miracles don’t work like that.

Um. OK. So why would you have gotten away with telling the rest of the Heavenly host that your miracle worked? This feels like another moment of flaky writing, it just doesn’t really hold up to any sort of scrutiny. But as quickly as I have a moment of doubt about this show, a little moment comes in to bring me back in line:

There’s something so showy about this. Like he’s giving Crowley the gift of “we”. There’s such emphasis on the “we”, with a set-up and a pause. This is interesting to me, because it almost sounds as if the suggestion here isn’t that they “fix” a problem, but that they rescue it, except this time it won’t be Crowley doing the rescuing on his own, this time it’s a “we” thing. Really cute.

There’s another fandom favourite coming - the fall-in-love-in-a-rainstorm speech. As usual, I won’t go into huge detail here, just highlight some of my favourite aspects. It goes without saying that the scene described is essentially an exact description of the events of the wall scene from the Garden of Eden, and what makes that particularly interesting is that it suggests (or perhaps confirms) that this was the moment that Crowley fell in love with Aziraphale. More than that, it suggests that he believes that the same can be said of Aziraphale. I am not unaware of the similarities of the description with the Before the Beginning scene, but if we’re talking actual watery rain, there is only one scene of the two that we can apply it to. The layers of subtext in this micro-scene are what really engage me, because not only do I love that Crowley’s speech says that he truly believes the way he fell in love to be the only and best way it’s possible to fall in love (and can we say “made for each other”? Swoon), the way that it’s delivered suggests he’s completely unaware he’s talking about himself. And it definitely hasn’t registered with Aziraphale either:

I also love how Crowley stands his ground on this one.

And just when you think this demon couldn’t get any more saccharine, he pulls this out of the bag:

There’s a tiny hesitation before the “Richard Curtis” that tells me everything I need to know about his little speech - this is the moment where he realises what he’s just said. Whether this is a realisation for him about exactly when he fell in love with Aziraphale I don’t know, largely because his eyes are covered and we don’t get to see his face for long enough, but I find something really charming in this idea. I’m sure there are some that would say that hesitation is because he’s about to give away the fact that he watches Richard Curtis films (Notting Hill is hardly demon-worthy content now, is it?), but I am not one of those. As a point of note, has Crowley’s description ever actually happened in a Richard Curtis film? Personally I haven’t watched an awful lot of his work, but I’m pretty sure it hasn’t happened in any of the stuff I have seen.

Final note on Crowley’s side of this discussion goes to this expression, the response to Aziraphale telling him that they should “invoke fiction … properly”:

I mean, he’s pissed at this point isn’t he? And rightly so I say. He’s just recounted his incredibly romantic tale of how he fell in love, and he’s told, by the recipient of that love, that he hasn’t done it “properly”. I think it’s fair to say that the non-verbal communication that was working so effectively earlier in this scene has well and truly gone off the rails by this point.

Quick side note about this 1810 Clerkenwell diamond robbery - not a real historic thing by all accounts. I find this interesting because so many of the historic things referred to in this show were actual events, or at least loosely related to one. This one seems to have been entirely created though. What I will say is that, from Crowley’s description and the way he says her name, it seems he may have been on a first name basis with her. Now wouldn’t that whole thing make for a fascinating spin-off/minisode?

I love the complete opposites we see in Aziraphale’s description of the perfect way to fall in love, the most obvious being that we haven’t ever seen this particular scenario play out between them in the way that we say Crowley’s. Perhaps this is meant to reinforce the difference in the types of personalities between them - the angel being the fantasist, the angel being the realist (which in of itself would open up a huge can of worms for discussion). At the heart of his speech is the only common aspect between the two descriptions:

AZIRAPHALE: …and then realise they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love.

Essentially the two descriptions boil down to the same thing - two people coming together and, based on apropos of nothing but being in close physical contact with one another, fall deeply and desperately in love. How ironic that Crowley feels the same way about the Austen-scenario as Aziraphale did about the “Richard Curtis” one:

Right, I think that just about covers the pub scene, let’s see if I can get to the start of another flashback scene without too much trouble.

Tiny thing, but does anybody else find the idea that Crowley has never heard “Everyday” before highly unlikely? With his broad music tastes and the fact that he would actually have been around to hear the song when it was released, this seems like a really strange thing to claim, even if it sounds convincing. Maybe it’s just a me thing.

Next tiny thing (aside from noting that, despite the fact that Aziraphale is hiding a much sought-after archangel inside the shop, the door isn’t locked) - how is it that Crowley knows exactly where to find the Jane Austen books? Maybe that particular bookshelf is the start of an A-Z of fiction by author (I highly doubt this, as it would mean customers can actually find books they’re looking for). Even if that was the case, it would mean that Crowley has paid enough attention to the system at hand to know where to look. Given he himself claimed he doesn’t read books (see season one, episode two), there’s something about his familiarity with the shop layout that says more about the amount of time he spends there (and helps out there?) to me. What I do find interesting here is that he doesn’t instantly remove his glasses when he enters the shop. This might just be a set-up for their removal in just a moment, but it may also be that he’s less comfortable there now that Gabriel has set up camp. Talking of the removal of the glasses, there’s another one of those hiss noises here, just to really hammer home how threatening he wants to be to Jim. Lovely bit of subtextual sound editing.

Alright final point here - I’m sure there’s something to be said about Jim’s eyes turning purple when he remembers things. Maybe it’s just a special effect to show the audience that this is a genuine moment of remembering, but if not, it raises questions for me around what the purple eyes signify, which is emphasised by the fact that the words Jim recalls were not only not spoken by him, but he wasn’t even present to hear (at least as far as what we see can testify to). Some things to ponder on there for a later time perhaps.

I think it’s time to call it a day on this part. It’s run a little longer than intended, but that’s what happens with Aziracrow-rich content I’m afraid (so… all of season 2 then?). As always, questions, comments, discussion: always welcome! See you for the next one 😊

#good omens #episode analysis #good omens season 2 #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #head canon #crowley loves aziraphale #aziraphale loves crowley #good omens soundtrack

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nofacedpoet · 1 year ago

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AWWT | Ch. 13: Friends with a Mission

Friends with a Mission

(Pt.1):

It had been twelve hours now that Valentine banged on the familiar black metal door but as usual it was empty on the other side. The small three by three room was pitch black other than a small pinch of light that escaped from underneath the door. She collapsed to her knees as she gave one last weak knock on the door. Her bruised and bleeding hands slowly dropped down to her sides. “No one’s coming,” she whispered as she laid her forehead on the door and stared into a small carved smiley face. “At least I have you—”

The sound of heavy boots stomped into the wooden floor on the other side. She gasped and moved her head back from the door. The steps became heavier as they inched closer and closer until they halted directly in front of the door. Valentine crawled back until she was against the wall behind her and stared into the two shadows beneath the door. The rusty door knob screeched as it slowly turned and the door opened to a crack. A thin strip of light slit vertically across her right eye. She began to hyperventilate and tremble.

“Why do you make me do this?” A deep and angry voice grunted from the other side of the door. “Why can’t you just listen to me?”

“No,” Valentine covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. “Not again.”

The door slammed wide open and a towering 6’5” shadow with dark green eyes of the devil stared down at her. She knew what was awaiting on the side of her closed eyes, and though she tried not to look, her eyes were forced open. She glanced up at the monster with its familiar face. It leaned down to grab at her and she attempted to kick it away. “No! Stop!”

It caught one of her legs by the ankle and violently dragged her out of the room. “You never listen,” it said. “Maybe after this, you will.”

She noticed smoke coming from the stove and knew what was going to happen. “No!” she flipped onto her stomach and scratched at the floor boards. Her nails began to bleed as they bent back. “Please! Don’t!”

“You need a lesson,” the shadow dragged her even faster and splinters from the floorboards jabbed into stomach and arms. They reached the corner of the room near the stove and the shadow pinned Valentine down on her stomach against the floor as it reached for a hot iron rod.

Valentine’s eyes widened with fear. “No! Stop it!” She tried to break from its grip but the shadow’s strength was too overpowering. It shoved the rod into her back and she screamed of pain and agony as her skin sizzled against the hot rod.

Then she opened her eyes to see Ava staring back at her with wide eyes. The way the light hit Ava’s face from the window looked incredibly haunting. It took a few seconds as Valentine tried to focus her eyes to realize that it was her.

“You’re having another nightmare,” Ava’s said in a soft voice as she lightly tugged on Valentine’s sleeve. “It’s alright. It’s just me.” Valentine blinked a few times and glanced at Ava with an odd expression. It looked like Ava had been crying but it was hard to tell for sure in the dark. Valentine slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. She glanced around for a moment as if she wasn’t sure where exactly she was. Then she slowly reached inside of her short sleeve to feel the scar that laid on the back of her shoulder. There was a strike of lightning that lit up the room for a second. Then the of sound of the rain that slammed against the window finally came to Valentine’s ears. Her eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness and find focus again.

Ava moved her head forward to where she could see Valentine’s face. “Was it a bad one again?”

Valentine dropped her hand from her shoulder and stared ahead at the painting on the wall. She couldn’t remember much about the nightmare but the terrible feeling still lingered within her.

“I know you hate when I say this but…you should really tell Dr. Yeager about—”

“Stop it,” Valentine ordered.

“At least tell ma and pa. They may be able to help—”

“I’ll fucking kill you if you ever mention this to anyone.”

Ava sighed. She hated feeling so helpless but more so seeing Valentine in such distress.

“Go back to bed, Ava. It’s not a big deal.” Valentine fell back and slammed her head against the pillow. Ava laid on her side and stared at Valentine with a worried expression. The drops that trickled down on the glass window appeared on Valentine’s face and made it seem like she was crying.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ava’s voice trembled.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Valentine said in an aggressive tone as she turned around to where her back faced Ava.

“Okay,” Ava whispered as her eyes watered.

Later that morning…

Ava slowly opened her blurry eyes to see Valentine sitting up and staring directly at her with a worried expression. Valentine quickly moved her gaze away. Ava opened her eyes all the way and noticed that Valentine looked like she didn’t get much sleep at all. The purple and green shadows underneath her eyes were much darker than usual too.

Ava sat up and glanced at her as she rubbed her left eye. “Did you ever go back to sleep?”

“Yeah.” Valentine sounded so exhausted. “I was thinking…” Ava waited patiently. “Maybe you should move your bed back to the other side of the room.”

Ava’s eyes widened and her chest tightened. They had always slept together, never apart. When Valentine first moved in, they both slept in Ava’s bed. When Valentine got her own bed, they moved both of the beds together to create one giant one.

“Uh—” Ava’s voice cracked a bit. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Valentine turned to where Ava couldn’t see her face. “Just a thought.”

Ava glanced down at her hands that became incredibly sweaty. “Well I like sleeping with you,” she said in a soft tone. Valentine stayed silent. “Is this because of your nightmares?”

“No.”

“Because it doesn’t bother me—”

“That’s not what it’s about.”

“Then what is it?”

Valentine sighed and crossed her arms.

Ava glanced at her. “I don’t want to sleep alone—”

“Okay fine! Forget it then.”

Ava gently placed her hand on Valentine’s shoulder. “Come on. I’ll make us some breakfast.” She jumped out of the bed and headed out the room. “Those pancakes you like with the blueberries in the center and…” her voice trailed off as she disappeared down the hall.

Ava spent the day being productive as always. Reading, studying, painting, helping Mila. Valentine spent the entire day pacing back and forth in the room as she tried to come up with a plan to sneak a beer.

Ava walked into the room and screamed with her hands up, “Guess what!?”

“What.” Valentine continued to pace and stare at the floor.

“So, ma and pa said for my eleventh birthday next week, they’ll take us into the city!”

“Oh.”

“Do you know what this means?”

“We’re going into the city.”

Ava giggled. “It means we finally get to see the walls!”

Valentine halted and glanced at Ava. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was wearing. She didn’t know what shocked her more, the news or that shirt.

“Why…are you wearing that?” Valentine looked insulted.

Ava wore Valentine’s green oversized flannel that she wore the first time they ever met. Except it was much older and faded now.

“Oh”—Ava glanced down like she forgot—“It’s comfy. I didn’t think you’d mind.” Her cheeks began to blush. “I can change out of it if you want.”

Valentine moved her gaze to the floor again and shook her head. “Let’s talk about the mission.”

(Pt.2):

The plan was simple. They would each pack a backpack of items that they needed for their exploration over the walls and once they landed in the city they would cross beyond the walls and head for the world. Valentine’s bag consisted of journals, so she could write everything she saw and create maps for others, pens and pencils, a canteen of water, binoculars, a couple of knives, a smaller bow that she could collapse, arrows, her favorite Space candy bar, and lastly, one change of clothes. Ava’s backpack consisted of chocolate bars, chips, gummies, two bottles of water, a bottle of juice, one beer for Valentine that she planned to surprise her with once they made it outside of the walls, a hair brush, papers, brushes, and paint so she could paint everything they saw, a whistle just in case she lost Valentine, and three pairs of clothes. Oh, and her favorite teddy bear.

“Jeez, how much shit are you taking?” Valentine asked as she glanced down at Ava who was shoving the last piece of clothing into her bulky backpack.

“I need all of this.”

Valentine rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

“I’m kind of sad”—Ava struggled to force the zipper to close—“we won’t see Ma or Pa ever again.”

“You know, you don’t have to come with me.”

“Yeah, I know. But I want to see the world with you.”

“Girls?” Mila said from the other side of the door.

They both glanced at one another.

“Hurry it up,” Valentine kneeled down to help Ava. They got the zipper to close and quickly stood.

“Yeah?” Ava answered.

Mila opened the door. “Are you two about—” she noticed the bags on their backs and gave a peculiar expression. “Ready?”

Neither Ava or Valentine had ever been in the city before. All they knew was what Mannie mentioned since he was the one who usually visited once a month to collect food and supplies. Ava jittered with excitement as they made their way to the city by carriage. Valentine on the other hand sat calmly in place with a straight face fully concentrated on the mission.

“Now girls,” Mila said as they were almost there. “Dr. Yeager mentioned that his son Eren is in need of some friends. We’ll be meeting with him and Dr. Yeager so be sure to be nice.” Valentine smacked her lips. “Neither of you have ever dealt with others before, little yet, children your own age. You’ll need to learn some social skills. Especially since you’ll be choosing your career in only five years.” The wagon came to a halt. “Oh”—Mila clapped her hands together—“we’ve arrived.” Ava grabbed onto Valentine’s shoulder and jerked her around.

“Stop,” Valentine said annoyed as she pulled away.

“Alright girls. Let’s go.” Mila and Mannie stepped out of the carriage and Valentine and Ava followed. As they moved their gaze up to the unfamiliar world, their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

There were hundreds of different tables and stations lined all the way down the road with fish, deer, pork, other meats, pies, cakes, candy, and anything else one may need. There were also shops filled with colorful clothing and shiny jewelry. The place was incredibly crowded with loads of people and horses that surrounded the shops and tables. There was a light atmosphere of laughter and friendly conversations. And all the way down at the very end of this long road was a massive 50-meter wall that stood straight up.

“This…is the city?” Ava said.

“Those…are the walls?” Valentine said.

“C’mon!” Ava grabbed her hand and took off.

“Uh-girls! Stay close!” Mannie said. “Do you think they’ll be okay, should we follow—”

“Mannie,” Mila laughed. “They’re fine.”

Valentine glanced up at the massive wall that was only a few yards away and noticed the sun peaking from the edge of the top. Finally. I can complete my mission—

“Hey,” a tall soldier in a brown uniform walked up and blocked her view. His cheeks were flushed and he reeked of alcohol. “The hell d'you kids think you’re doing this close to the wall?” he slurred.

Jeez, is this what I used to smell like? Valentine thought as she made a gross expression and waved her hand out in front of her. The soldier lifted an eye brow and glared at her.

“Open the gates. I’m going out there,” Valentine clasped her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Ha!” The soldier glanced back at other soldiers who were playing cards at a table. “Ya’ll hear that? She’s going out there!” The soldiers laughed.

Valentine glared at him. “Listen pipsqueak,” she took a step towards him. Ava gasped and covered her mouth.

“Huh?” Soldiers glanced up from the table.

“I’m going out there and no one’s stopping me. You got that? Now open the damn gate!” Valentine was yelling now.

The soldier was stunned for a moment. Then anger filled his face. “Who the hell does this kid think—”

Valentine yanked the bottle of liquor from his hand. His eyes widened in shock. Ava gasped.

“Open the gates and you get your bottle back you big fucking baby!”

“You little rat!” He took a step towards her as if to do something. Valentine stared straight into his eyes completely unbothered.

A hand squeezed the soldier’s shoulder and slightly pulled him back. “Stand down, soldier,” a second soldier said as he made his way beside him. He also carried flushed cheeks but wasn’t slurring as bad. “Now what’s going on?”

“Sergeant Hannes,” the soldier’s tone completely changed as he straightened up. “This little brat here wants the gates open. And she also took my—” there was a loud gulping sound. “Eh?” They both looked to see Valentine taking huge gulps from the bottle.

“Uhh—” Hannes was shocked.

Valentine wiped the corner of her mouth. “This is the cheap shit anyway.” She tossed the bottle to the side and it shattered onto the pavement.

The soldier’s left eye began to twitch and Hannes pulled him back even further. “I’ll handle this. Go keep watch with the others.”

“I can’t believe…” the soldier mumbled as he stomped off.

Hannes put his hands on his waist and glanced at Valentine. “Now why would you want to go out there? Do you know what awaits you?”

“I have a mission.”

Hannes smiled and shook his head. “Well there are titans—”

“I know. I’m prepared.”

“Eh?” He glanced down at the gold knife she pulled from her pocket. He shook his head again. “Sheesh, kid. You really have no idea.” He put a single hand over his face. “You sound just like this other kid I know. He’s just as crazy—”

“Hey stop him!” A man shouted. Everyone glanced over. A kid was being chased by an older oversized man that wore a ridiculous bakers hat.

“Speak of the devil,” Hannes crossed his arms. “What now?”

“Move it!” The kid shoved two soldiers out of the way and ran between them. He was carrying a loaf of bread.

“Hey-hey!” A soldier grabbed him by the back of the collar and lifted him from the ground. “What ya got there?”

“He stole a loaf from my shop! Punish the bastard!” the baker ordered through his heavy breath as he stomped over.

The kid grasped the loaf between his arms. “He’s lying! Armin already paid for this and he’s trying to cheat him!”

The soldier glanced at the baker.

“No! The kid spits nonsense!” The baker coughed a few times as he struggled to catch his breath. “Punish him!”

The soldier moved his gaze back to the kid.

“Let me go, damn it!” The kid kicked his legs around.

“Can you prove it’s paid for?” The soldier asked.

“Well,” the kid stopped kicking. “Not really-but I swear! It’s paid for! Armin doesn’t have anymore change to give. This is his food for the week and I’ll be damned if I let some fat cow take it from him because he’s too much of a greedy pig!”

The soldiers bursted out laughing. Ava and Valentine glanced at one another. The baker grunted as he tightened his fists.

“Sheesh, kid. The mouth on ya,” Hannes sighed.

“Drop him,” Valentine ordered. The kid turned and noticed her for the first time.

“Eh?” The soldiers glanced over at her.

“Now.”

“Ha! We got another lively one y’all,” the soldier laughed. The boy kicked his legs around to try to break his grip.

“You heard him. It’s paid for,” she glared at the baker. “So let him go.”

“Ha!” The soldier laughed. “Or what?”

Valentine walked up closer to him and stared him in the eye. He glanced down at her with an unserious expression.

“Do you really want to find out?” Her tone shifted into a much darker one. Ava covered her eyes with her hands.

The soldier smirked. “What the hell are you going to do—” Valentine kicked him in the balls and his grip broke from the kid as he fell to his knees. He grunted as he leaned over as if to throw up. Everyone stared in shock.

“Uh-get her! Get them!” A soldier screamed as he started running towards her. Valentine and the boy glanced at one another.

“Go!” the boy screamed as he took off. Valentine and Ava followed behind him.

“Don’t let them get away!” A soldier yelled.

The kid turned around and laughed at the soldiers that chased them. Valentine couldn’t help but laugh too. They ran until they couldn’t see the soldiers anymore and crossed a bridge that reached over a river. They leaned against the side of a building as they tried to catch their breath.

“Thanks,” the kid said through heavy breath.

“Sure,” Valentine said.

“Names Eren,” he said.

“Valentine.”

Ava shyly glanced up at the boy. “Ava,” she said in her usual soft tone. He glanced at her and she quickly looked away.

“Are you guys from around here?” Eren asked. “I’ve never seen you before.”

Ava and Valentine glanced at one another.

“No. Not really.” Valentine thought it was best to not be specific.

“Eren!” a voice called out. A kid with blonde hair was running towards them. His face looked terrified and worried.

“I got it, don’t worry!” Eren waved the bread. “My new friends helped me out!”

The blonde kid halted and hyperventilated as if he’d been running for miles. “Why did”—he tried to breathe—“you do that? I told you—”

“You can’t let them take advantage of you! You should stand up for yourself more often or they’ll just keep doing it!” Eren screamed as he shoved the loaf into his friends chest.

“It wasn’t worth the trouble,” his friend mumbled as he squeezed the loaf between his arms. He moved his gaze to Valentine and Ava. “Hi,” he said softly as he awkwardly waved his hand. “I’m Armin.”

“I’m Ava,” Ava smiled back.

“I’m Valentine.”

“Sorry if he got you two in any trouble.” He gave Eren a look.

“Those soldiers and that baker were the trouble,” Valentine said.

“Well thanks for helping out. I appreciate it”—Armin began to open the loaf—“I’ll give you guys a portion as a thanks—”

“No,” Valentine nodded. “It’s not a big deal.”

Armin’s face went pink. “A-are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“Yeah.”

He closed the bag of bread. “Alright then…I better get going. My parents are going to wonder what’s taking me so long. It was nice meeting you two.”

“You as well,” Ava gave a light bow with her head.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Eren asked.

“Eren,” Armin grunted. His cheeks went pink again. “I’ll be fine. I can walk myself.” He walked away angrily.

“There you are!” A voice said from behind Ava. They all turned to see Mila, Mannie, and Dr. Yeager walking up.

“Oh, I see you’ve already met Eren,” Dr. Yeager said. Valentine, Ava, and Eren exchanged glances.

“Dr. Yeager invited us over for dinner,” Mannie smiled. “C’mon.”

Eren gave Valentine a tour of his house after dinner, not that she asked, and afterwords they settled in his room. Ava didn’t seem that interested and chose to sit at the table with the adults as they engaged in their usual boring conversations.

Eren sat criss-crossed on his bed with his manga collections spread out. “This one”—he handed Valentine a manga—“is one of my favorites. Deals with a lot of titan slaying and world exploration.”

Valentine studied the titans on the cover. She tried to pronounce the title somewhat underneath her breath. “A w-wor-world with ti-tit-titans.” She glanced up and noticed Eren staring with wide eyes. “I can’t um”—she glanced away embarrassed—“read very well."

“Well you got it right. It’s a world with titans.” Eren smiled. She slightly glanced towards him. “You can borrow it if you want! And tell me what you think of it after. Just promise to bring it back or I’ll hunt your ass down.”

“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly. “It’s your favorite.”

“Yeah,” Eren shrugged.

She opened the first page to see writing that read,

To my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Eren. Happy Birthday! Ps. I hope one day we can have adventures together like this one. It reminded me of all the stories we tell each other. Maybe we could even write our own? Pss. I already read it before giving it to you of course. Sorry I couldn’t wait. Tell me before you reach panel 30!

(Heart) Armin.

She flipped through the pages until it reached nearly half way where a small piece of wrinkly paper laid. It slipped through the crease and landed on her lap. She grabbed it and began to open it when Eren snatched it from her. She glanced up at him with a peculiar expression.

He looked incredibly nervous all of a sudden. His cheeks quickly flushed. “It’s just a note. I forgot it was in there,” he said quickly before squeezing it into a tight fist as if Valentine was going to fight him for it.

“Oh.”

“It’s stupid but,” he glanced away. “Me and Armin would take turns with the manga and leave notes for each other. Just talking about certain panels or what our favorite parts were. It’s lame, I know.”

“No, it’s not. I think that’s kind of cool.”

He glanced back up at her with a warm smile. “That’s his favorite panel. That’s why I had it there but just forgot.”

Valentine glanced down at the page. There was a massive body of water that reached as far as the horizon. Next to it was a small scribble of writing that read, the sea???

“It’s really similar to Armin’s book-uh,” he hesitated. Valentine glanced up at him. “Never mind,” he said nervously.

She moved her gaze back down to the page. “I’m surprised you even have something like this”—she flipped back to the first page—“I thought it was forbidden to—”

“Oh it is. So make sure no one sees you with it. Or you’ll probably be killed.” He gave a big smirk as if it was funny but she could tell he was slightly nervous. A flash went through her mind of Marxi’s lifeless body being bagged up by the MPs. Then she realized that she was staring straight into Eren’s eyes with a serious expression. He looked confused.

She shook her head and glanced down. “How did you or Armin managed to get it?”

“It’s actually a crazy story. When we heard the news that the author planned to release the manga even though there was a lot of controversy around the story, we tried to save up as much money as possible to get our hands on one before they were banned from the shelves. But by the time we had enough, they were already ordered off by the MPs. Then a year later, Armin was passing near a yard sale and happened to see this one sticking out of a box of books. He was lucky to even get a deal from the old lady but she didn’t seem to realize what it was I guess. Then he gave it to me.”

“This author was either really brave or bat shit crazy for releasing something like this. Especially with the paranoia and laws surrounding the topic.”

“Yeah. A lot of conspiracies arose that it was all propaganda to brainwash everyone into these make-believe ideas regarding the world beyond the walls. He nearly started a revolution within the walls actually. Too bad he was arrested shortly after his manga release and sent to lock up. They said he died of an incident but we all know what really happened.” Eren sighed. “He’ll never get to finish the story and we’ll never know what happens. But at least we have a piece of his story to live on in our world and give us hope.”

Valentine closed the manga and placed her hand on the cover. “The world beyond the walls huh?” she whispered.

Eren glanced toward the bedroom door then moved his gaze back to Valentine. He leaned in and said in almost a whisper, “do you know much about the world outside the walls?”

“Well not really but—”

“Shh! Not so loud,” Eren glanced toward the door again.

Valentine sighed and rolled her eyes. She leaned in and whispered, “that was mine and Ava’s mission today but those damn soldiers wouldn’t let us leave.”

Eren jerked his head back as he gasped. “What?!”

“Shh!”

“You guys were planning on going outside the walls today?”

“Yeah. I mean, that’s what all this shit is for,” she grabbed her backpack and unzipped it then dumped everything out onto his bed.

His eyes widened even more. “Me and Armin also want to go outside the walls.” There was a shine in his eye now.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Well we have a mission.”

“So do we!”

“Should we like combine—”

“Our missions and—”

“Go together?”

“Yes!” They said at the same time.

“Alright Val,” Mannie and Mila walked in. “It’s time to head back. It’s getting late.”

Valentine and Eren glanced at one another.

“Glad to see you’re getting along,” Mrs. Yeager smiled. Ava made her way between Mila and Mannie and gave Eren a slight glare. Valentine noticed and gave a peculiar expression.

“When will you be back?” Eren asked with a sad tone.

“They can visit again in about a week,” Mila smiled.

Valentine and Eren they shared a slight grin. She hopped off his bed and he followed after and the others made their way out.

“Here,” he grabbed a manga cover from Death Note and placed it over the hard cover of the A World With Titans. “No one will ever know,” he handed it back to her.

She nodded and grabbed onto it with both of her hands. “I’ll take good care of it. Promise.”

Ava didn’t say one word on the way back. She didn’t even bother glancing at Valentine once. And when they arrived back home, it only got worse. Ava tossed her backpack across the room and it slammed against the wall before falling. She violently ripped her jacket off and chunked it across the room.

“The hell is your problem?”

“Nothing.” Ava leaped on the bed and sat on the edge with her legs dangling down.

Valentine sighed and rolled her eyes. “Spit it out already.”

“I don’t like that Eren kid.”

Valentine jerked her head back. They had just barely met him and Ava spent little to no time with him. “Why not?”

“I think he’s a bad influence on you. On us.”

“What?” Valentine was perplexed. She was far worse than Eren. And Ava had to have known that. She killed two men in front of her.

“All he’s going to do is get you in trouble. He’s bad news.” Ava shook her head as she waved her hand out.

“Well he’s going with us over the walls so you better get used to—”

“You told him about our mission?!” Now Ava was really pissed. Her face went red and filled with a rage that Valentine had never witnessed before. She had no idea this even existed within her.

“Yeah. So what?

Ava crossed her arms and scowled. “So that’s our thing! Not his!”

“Him and Armin have had their own thing. We’re just combining—”

“Then I’m not going.” Ava turned and stared at the wall. There was a long pause of silence.

“Then I guess we’re finally parting,” Valentine mumbled.

“Finally?”

“Yeah. Finally.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too, bitch.”

“Don’t call me a bitch!” Ava jumped off the bed and stomped toward Valentine.

“Then stop acting like one, bitch!”

For the first time ever, Ava got in Valentine’s face. Even though she knew if they ever fought, she would lose. “I’ve never wanted to go over the walls in the first place! You forced me into this!”

“Bull shit!”

“You did!”

“How?!”

“If I don’t go with you, I won’t be with you!”

Valentine stared silently and somewhat confused.

“It’s the only way. You’ve tied my hands hostage!” Ava shoved her.

“Then stay, Ava! I don’t care if you go or not!” Valentine’s voice nearly broke before she finished the sentence. She shoved Ava back but not hard enough to have her fall over.

Ava’s eyes began to water. “Then fine. I’ll stay!” She shoved Valentine much harder this time. Enough to make her actually stumble back.

“Then fine. I’ll go with Eren and Armin!” Valentine shoved her, but again, not nearly as rough. She didn’t want to actually hurt her even though she knew she very much could.

“Fine!” Ava shoved her so hard that Valentine stumbled back and collided with the wall behind her. Ava nearly fell on top of her.

“Fine, bitch!” Valentine pushed her away and tried to get her footing but tripped instead and ended up pushing Ava way harder than she meant to. Ava stumbled back before crashing into the other wall and Valentine fell on top of her. The painting that Ava gave to Valentine slid down the wall before crashing right on top of their heads. Valentine moved off of Ava and the painting, now with a single large crack down the middle and broken in half, collapsed between them. Ava gasped as she stared down at it with shock. Valentine stood up and stepped back with a look of regret.

Ava grabbed the broken halves in her hands and tried to hold it together. Streams of tears trickled down her cheeks. “You ruined it!” She threw the painting to the side and stormed out of the room. Valentine silently stared down into the broken pieces. It wasn’t until this moment that she had realized it was Ava’s birthday and she didn’t even get her anything. That awful familiar feeling began to take over her again. Why didn’t I just leave?

(Pt.3):

That feeling began to spread through Valentine like a cancer. It got heavier as the week went on and began to take over every thought. It had been six days since the fight and they still hadn’t spoken to each other. In fact, they did everything they could to avoid each other. Ava even moved her bed across the room.

Valentine sat on the edge of her bed and she swung her legs back and forth. She stared across the room into a vase that sat on Ava’s desk. The water was filthy and the purple flowers were withered and leaned over the edge of the vase in desperation. They were kind of like Ava in a way. She had barely eaten this week and didn’t sleep much. She didn’t want to do anything either. She didn’t do any of her studies. She didn’t pick up one brush and paint anything. She didn’t go outside once.

That spark is withering away. I’m killing her. I’m taking away any happiness she has left. It’s better this way. I’m leaving.

There was a bag packed with a few clothes and items underneath the bed. Valentine thought of how she should tell Ava. Should she just leave without saying anything at all? Should she leave a note?

She clung onto the edge of the bed. C’mon. You’ve already made your decision. She watched as one of the leaves from the flowers broke off and slowly sunk to the bottom of the vase and drowned with the rest of the others. This dirty vase of dead flowers was starting to piss her off. “Agh!” She jumped off the bed and snatched the vase. She walked outside and chunked the water and flowers out. She cleaned the vase and replaced it with fresh water and purple flowers. She walked back into the room and paused. Ava was sitting on the edge of her own bed swinging her feet back and forth as she stared at the ground. She felt a stare and glanced back to see Valentine holding a vase of flowers.

Valentine made an awkward face. “I couldn’t pull them out of the ground with the full stem like the way you do.” She held up the vase. “So they’re kind of all a bit fucked up.” The stems were all broken and in different sizes.

This made Ava laugh. It was a real laugh. “I thought you hated those.”

“I do.”

Ava jumped off the bed and walked up to her. She stared into the flowers and sniffed. “They smell good though,” she looked at Valentine. And there it was. That flicker of a spark. It was just a glimpse but it was still there. “They’re called the passion flower.”

Valentine looked away. “Well they reek. Take ‘em already.” She shoved the vase toward Ava to where the flowers covered her face. Ava giggled and grabbed the vase from her. She went and placed them on the desk and readjusted them in the vase.

“I’m sorry,” Ava said in a soft tone as she turned around and faced her. “For being such a bitch.”

“You’re not a bitch.”

“Well I kind of was that day.” She glanced down at her hands. “I still want to go with you. To the walls. If you’ll let me.” Valentine glanced to the side with a worried expression. Ava glanced up and noticed. “And you’re not forcing me. I want to do this. With you.”

Valentine moved her gaze back to her. “We don’t have to meet with them tomorrow. Or even go with them—”

“No, it’s fine. Really. I just overreacted. It’s just…” Ava’s face went pink. Valentine waited patiently for her to get the words out. “I just don’t want him…or anyone…” her voice seemed to get softer as she went on. “to take you away from me.”

Valentine’s eyes slightly widened and her expression softened. “Oh.” There was a long silence as neither really knew what to say next. “I thought maybe…you wanted me to leave,” Valentine said in a sad tone. It was unusual for Ava to see this side of her, little yet, for Valentine to ever talk about things like this.

Ava walked up to her and tugged on her sleeve. “I don’t want that.”

Valentine glanced at her with the most hurtful eyes. She looked like she didn’t believe her. “Are you sure?” she said in a broken tone. “I mean everyone leaves in the end anyway, so it’s really not a big deal.” She gave a broken laugh.

Ava tangled her fingers with hers. “I’m more than sure,” she whispered as she stared directly into her eyes with certainty. “I always want to be with you.” Valentine’s eyes widened and Ava sensed maybe she said too much. “Oh-sorry. Was that weird? That’s was kind of weird to say.”

Valentine smirked with a light laugh. “Stop apologizing. And it’s fine.”

“Okay.” They stared at one another for a long moment. Then Ava quickly snatched Valentine in her arms and squeezed. She took in the moment as much as she could before Valentine would push her away. It lasted much longer than she thought it would. Then, she felt a gentle hand on the back of her head. She gasped as her eyes watered. She never wanted to move out of this place. She wanted to be here forever.

(Pt.4):

Valentine knocked on Eren’s door three times. Grisha, Eren’s father, opened the door. “Oh, hello girls. We were just making some tea! Come on in—”

Eren shoved him to the side as he made his way to the front of the doorway. He had a black eye and grinned as he noticed Valentine and Ava. He snatched the manga out of Valentine’s hands and took off. “C’mon, let’s go!” Valentine and Ava glanced at one another then followed after him.

“Uh—son,” Grisha peaked out of the door way. “Don’t—” he sighed.

Mila and Mannie chuckled. “Kids.”

After they collected Armin, Eren took them to their usual spot which was on the edge of the river bank. The sun shined a beautiful glow on the surface of the river that made it seem as if it full of tiny diamonds.

“What happened to your eye?” Valentine asked as they sat in a circle.

“I just got in a stupid fight. But they started it!” Eren said.

“The soldiers?!” Ava looked terrified.

“No, no. These stupid town bullies that are always messing with us. I gave them a real good lesson though.” He raised a tight fist.

“Who are they?” Valentine asked. “Let me have a go.”

Eren and Armin exchanged looks.

“Valentine can fight really good,” Ava said. “Not that she should go looking for one.” She gave her a look.

“One fight with me and they’ll never mess with you two again,” Valentine said.

“More like they’ll never breathe again,” Ava said.

Armin gave a nervous laugh as he squeezed onto a book that he had been carrying with him this entire time.

“What’s that?” Valentine pointed.

“Oh-uh. I have something to show you guys,” Armin glanced around like he was about to share some big secret. Little did they know, he was. He leaned in and whispered, “you guys have to promise that you aren’t going to tell anyone.”

Ava and Valentine glanced at one another.

“It’s breaking the law so you seriously have to keep it between us,” Eren added. Valentine looked excited while Ava looked nervous.

“Okay, promise.” Valentine said. Armin held out a pinkie. Valentine gave him a peculiar expression. “The hell is that?”

“It’s a pinky promise. You can’t break it or it’s bad luck on your life.”

“Jeez.” Valentine rolled her eyes.

“Sorry. I have to be careful.”

Valentine and Ava wrapped their pinkies around his and said at the same time, “promise.”

Armin glanced at Eren and nodded. “Okay,” he laid the book in the center. He took a deep breath and opened the first page. “This book shows what lays outside beyond the walls.” Ava and Valentine gasped. As he went through the pages, his eyes lit up like lights. They all shared the same expression of awe as he went on to show them lands made of ice, fiery water, and everything else magical that they had never witnessed inside of the walls. They finally reached the page of the gigantic body of water called the sea.

“Look!” Eren slammed the manga down on panel 30 that showed a similar sketch of the sea. “How is it so identical to a real historical book? Makes you wonder what else the author knew about the outside world. They were mighty quick to shut him up with death.”

Ava and Valentine exchanged glances and said at the same time, “Marxi.”

“Hm?” Armin asked as he shut his book and glanced around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.

Ava became incredibly nervous as she fiddled her fingers together. “Word got out that a boy named Marxi, who lived in a cabin near us, was asking commoners questions regarding the walls and the outside world. Shortly after, he was mysteriously killed. Then a week later, his entire family was killed.”

“I remember that story now. But I thought it was a cabin fire incident? At least that’s what the papers said,” Armin said.

Ava slowly nodded her head no. She leaned in and whispered, “there were no bodies in that cabin. In fact, me and Valentine saw the day before while we were on an exploration—” she hesitated. “Their bodies were being bagged the day before the fire. None of them had burn marks either. We assumed it had something to do with a murder.” Eren and Armin gasped and exchanged glances. “But when we learned they claimed that it was due to a cabin fire, we knew.” Ava squeezed onto her arms and she stared into the cement as if she was reliving the moment. “We didn’t even tell our parents about that. We didn’t tell anyone. Because…we witnessed a literal government cover-up and didn’t want to—” she covered her mouth like she was going to throw up.

Armin reached his hand over Ava’s. “It’s alright. We won’t tell anyone. Promise.” His hand was so warm and his eyes were so comforting. She uncovered her mouth and nodded. Armin moved his hand back to his book and stared into the cover. “To think they’d go that far though.”

“Makes you really think”—Eren moved his gaze toward the walls—“What else is out there? What’s so important of a secret that they’re willing to kill for it?” He moved his gaze back to the group. “There’s only one way to find out. The mission to sneak outside the walls.”

“How are we going to get through the gates with those soldiers guarding?” Valentine asked.

“We’re not going through the gates,” Eren glanced at Armin.

“Well how then? There’s another way?” Ava asked.

Armin scooted closer to the center of the group. “My parents found a way. And they’re going soon.”

“What?!” Ava screamed.

“Shh!” Eren said as he glanced around.

“Sorry,” Ava whispered.

“It’s by air balloon. They’ve been planning this for awhile now. They’re going first, then when they get back, we can go next.”

Valentine glanced toward the walls. “A balloon that can go over 50-meters?”

“Yeah! One of their good friends has been working on it for over a year and it should be finished within the next six months. It can go much higher than 50-meters too. It’s specifically designed just for this cause.”

Valentine leaned back and glanced toward the sky. “Wow. It’s actually happening.”

Armin gave her a warm smile. “It’s happening.”

(Pt.5):

Six months later…

They had planned to have a watch party together and cheer off Armin’s parents as they lifted into the sky and made their way out to the new world. But this night in particular, Ava and Valentine never showed up. Two weeks after the balloon night, Valentine and Ava finally made it into the city.

“Hope they’re not too pissed at us,” Valentine said as she knocked on Armin’s house door. There was no answer. She knocked again and they waited a few seconds. There was still no answer.

“That’s weird,” Ava said. Armin always answered when they knocked. Every single time.

“Maybe he’s at Eren’s?” Ava said with a worried expression.

“And his parents?” Valentine asked. Ava shrugged.

“You won’t find the boy there,” an old lady said that lived next door. “He moved out a week ago.”

Valentine and Ava glanced at one another.

“Uh—do you know where he may be, ma’am?” Ava asked.

“Poor boys an orphan now.” Valentine and Ava gasped. “He could be anywhere for all I know.”

Valentine banged on Eren’s door. There was a long pause. Then Eren opened the door to a crack and peaked out with one eye. “Oh”—he opened the door all the way—“it’s just you guys.” He looked around as if to make sure no one else was with them.

“Hey, sorry we didn’t make it to the balloon night,” Valentine said.

“Yeah, what happened? Where’s Armin?” Ava said with a trembling voice.

“Shh! Keep it down,” Eren glanced back inside of his house. He made his way out and shut the door behind him. “Did you guys seriously not hear about it? It’s been all over the city for weeks.” Valentine and Ava nodded. “I guess news doesn’t reach you guys fast enough out there.” He sighed. “Maybe Armin should tell you himself.”

Armin’s grandfather, Miko, opened the door. His eyes looked like he’d been crying.

“Is Armin around?” Eren asked as he tried to peak behind the man.

“Sorry kids,” the old man said. “Armin can’t come out and play.”

“It’s alright, grandad,” Armin’s soft voice came from behind. “Who is it?”

The man moved aside as Armin made his way to the front of the door. He looked like he’d been crying as well. His eyes were puffy and purple at the bottom.

“Oh. Hey guys,” he said in a sad tone.

“Hey Armin,” Valentine said.

He glanced up at his grandad. “Can they come in for a bit?”

“If you’re feeling alright, I suppose.” The old man walked away.

“Come in guys,” Armin said. He sniffed his nose as he moved aside. They all walked in and went to Armin’s new room. It looked so bleak and grey. The walls were completely empty. There was only a single bed with two unpacked boxes in the corner of the room. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting guests so,” he wiped his nose.

“Sheesh if you think this is dirty, you should look at our room!” Ava said with an awkward laugh.

“Ha,” Armin said.

“Armin,” Valentine whispered. “What happened?”

Armin sat on his legs on the center of the floor. The others followed and sat down to form a circle. Armin moved his head down to where his hair shielded his face from the others. Ava slowly reached for his hand and held it. He slightly gasped as he glanced up. His eyes were red now and streams of tears fell down his cheeks as his lip trembled.

“Armin,” Ava leaned over to hold him. His arms dangled to his sides as he cried. He looked so broken.

Valentine glanced at Eren, who was trying to hold back his own tears.

“Th-they—” Armin tried to speak through his tears. “They killed them!” His voice trembled with broken words but they could make out what he said.

“What?!” Valentine said angrily. “Who?”

“The M—” Armin tried to breathe as he weeped. “M-ps.” Valentine’s eyes widened.

Ava squeezed Armin a little tighter. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

He began to weep louder now. He struggled to bring his arms up to hug Ava back.

“Those bastards!” Valentine said.

“It was bad,” Eren sighed. “Me and Armin…” he hesitated as his eyes widened. “We saw them do it,” he whispered.

Valentine glanced at him in shock. “What?” she whispered.

“Yeah…the balloon was working fine. They were beginning to float up the wall…then…the MPs shot them down.”

Ava turned around and caught Valentine’s eye. They stared at each other for a long few seconds.

“That’s not all,” Eren placed his hands over his face. “They lied and said that it was an incident.” He was crying now. “Those bastards came up with a whole story that the balloon malfunctioned. But we saw it happen. We saw what they did.” There was a long silence other than Armin’s weeping. Ava’s eyes began to water.

“I’m so sorry,” Valentine said in a heavy tone as she moved her gaze to the floor. “And I’m sorry that we weren’t there for you guys.”

“No,” Armin said as he wiped his hands. Ava pulled back and sat beside him as she patted his back. “I’m glad you guys weren’t there to see it. It was a horrific thing to witness.” He wiped his nose with his sleeve. “I wouldn’t have wanted your eyes to be haunted with a sight like that.”

Valentine glanced at Ava. She was instantly reminded of when she killed two men in front of her. The way her eyes looked. The way her face looked. The way she trembled. Ava glanced at her and Valentine looked away.

“I know it’s stupid but”—Armin sniffed his nose—“we were starting to think that they may have killed you guys too and that they were searching for us next.”

“Seriously. Our paranoia was so bad,” Eren shook his head. “Really thought we were never going to see you guys again. That we ourselves might go missing.”

“Sorry. We caught the flu. Then after we began to get better, our parents caught it,” Ava said.

“Well I’m glad you guys are alive and here,” Armin said with a stuffy nose.

“We’re glad you guys are too,” Valentine said.

They all leaned in and hugged Armin.

It was settled that the only way they could make it out the walls and not get mysteriously murdered was through the scouts.

#aot #attackontitan #enemiestofriendstolovers #enemiestolovers #levi_ackerman #levifanfiction #leviackerman #levixoc #leviff #levixoriginalcharacter #slowburn #slowbuild

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years ago

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Not Going Anywhere

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You watch Steve get pulled back underwater and jump in after him

(gif not mine)

‘All right, pull me back up,’ Steve said as he rose back to the surface of the water. Me and Eddie both went to grab one of his arms as he was quickly pulled back under the water. I instantly panicked and threw my jacket off, prepared to jump in straight after him when Eddie caught me by the waist.

‘(Y/N), you can’t just jump in after him, you have no clue what’s down there!’

‘Exactly! We don’t know what’s down there and whatever it is now has Steve, I have to go, we can’t just leave him.’

Eddie didn’t reply for a while, his grip still tight on my waist, clearly not trusting me.

‘Eddie, please,’ I said, a sob cracking my voice, ‘it’s Steve.’

Eddie looked at me and saw how upset I was, ‘fine, but I’m coming with you.’

As soon as I felt his grip loosen, I jumped straight into the water, Eddie close behind me. Once we were in the water, everything was silent and dark except for the red light directly below us and we swam straight towards it. The closer we got, the more we felt a pull coming from the gate and before we knew it, we had been sucked through.

My back hit the floor with a thud that knocked the air out of my lungs and I looked to my side to see Eddie was already up and frozen in place. I followed his line of sight and a sob broke from my chest as I saw Steve laying on the floor, covered in blood and scarily still. I ran over and fell to my knees by his side, cradling his head.

‘Steve,’ I said, trying my best to stay calm, feeling myself getting more and more frantic as he didn’t respond, ‘STEVE!’

His eyes opened and he sat up with a gasp of air as I felt relief flood my body and I fell against him. He looked down and pulled me up to look at him, anger and worry warring in his eyes.

‘(Y/N) what are you doing here?!,’ he looked over at Eddie who had made his way over to us, ‘why did you get here jump in!’

‘She wasn’t going to listen to me okay! I tried to stop her!’

‘(Y/N), look at me,’ Steve gently pulled my face up to look at him, ‘what were you thinking?’

‘I couldn’t just leave you, I thought you were dead!’ I said as more sobs wracked my body and Steve gently pulled me into him again and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He held me tighter as I jumped at the sound of Nancy and Robin entering the Upside Down.

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We made our way through the Upside Down, Eddie supporting Steve as he limped as I walked ahead in-between Robin and Nancy.

‘(Y/N), he’s okay,’ Nancy said as she noticed me constantly checking behind us to make sure Steve and Eddie were still there.

‘Tell him how you feel,’ Robin said, my head quickly turning to face her.

‘He’s my best friend, that it,’ I said.

‘Friends don’t look at each other like that, (Y/N),’ Nancy said, ‘he didn’t even look at me like that when we were dating.’

‘Nancy he was in love with you,’ I told her.

‘No, he loved me but he’s always been in love with you,’ she replied.

Before I could reply, I heard a pained moan from Steve as his weight gave out and he slid down a rock. Without thinking, I ran over and knelt next to Steve, not noticing Eddie slowly backing away.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, clearly seeing that he wasn’t. I looked down and saw the wounds on his torso bleeding badly.

‘(Y/N) I’m fine, you don’t need to worry,’ he said but his words went straight over my head as I focused on tearing the bottom of my top to tie around his torso, trying to stem the bleeding.

I felt my shoulders sink as I finished, ‘I didn’t think I’d see you again, you just went under,’ I said weakly as I fell against him, Steve catching me in his arms easily.

‘Hey, look at me, I’m okay and we’re going to get out of here okay, everything’s going to be alright.’

I looked up at him and before I could think about it, I kissed him softly. His arms wrapped around my waist and deepened the kiss as we knelt on the floor. When we broke apart, he chased my lips to lay a quick peck before pulling away.

‘You can’t do that again,’ I said quietly, ‘you can’t leave me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.’

He smiled softly at me before kissing my forehead, ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he said as I helped him stand up and we went to join the rest of the group.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Cottgecore

Prelude - This is all @dearestdynamight ‘s fault okay I take no responsibility for the horny..... or do I? aha Sorry I said I’d write a drabble but it turned into a one shot whoops

Pairing - Yandere Bakugou Katsuki X Fem Reader

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, unsafe sex,

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/3R8PKPTPgHApBhCt3NUJ0q?si=uLON1Rw_RHaEpH2WaCfYBA (This music has a great runnin tempo/ it made me think of heartbeats skippin like outta fear so)

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“Alright-” Bakugou has you by the arm, dragging you past the threshold of the cabin he keeps you in.

You’re scared. Sometimes he lets you outside, to feel the sunshine and the nice breeze, to go for a walk down to the creek, hiding his smile as you gawk at all the pretty flowers.

But he seems... agitated today. Restless.

“-Here’s how this is gonna go.” He shoves you down the front steps, and you barely catch yourself from falling, turning to look at the blonde while he sits himself down on the top step, legs stretching out. “I’ll give you hm, five minutes - got that? You got five minutes to fuckin’ run, and then I let myself loose.”

“Wh-what?” You’re not understanding, hands anxiously twisting at each other. There’s a predatory look in Bakugou’s eyes.

“We’re gonna play tag. I’m fuckin’ bored and I wanna get a nice little workout in. Chasing your pretty little ass through the forest should be enough to get my blood pumping.” Is his simple explanation.

He’s letting you run?

You don’t dare to hope for a second that you’ll actually be able to get away, escape from the monster of a man that’s lounging on the steps in front of you.

He’s hurt you, abused you, kept you locked away from society, far enough that no one’s able to hear when you scream every time Bakugou fucks you.

“I..... I don’t want to play.” Your bottom lip quivers, but you can’t tell if you’re going to cry out of frustration or nervousness. You can’t believe that you’re nothing more than a toy to Bakugou, something he can play with when he’s bored, keep tucked away in the dark when he has better things to do.

Bakugou leans back, rests on an elbow, lets his crimson eyes rake up your form before they reach your gaze. “Yeah? You don’t wanna play? Is that cause you know you’ll fuckin’ lose? I bet you’ll cry like a little bitch when I catch you.”

There’s nothing that you want to say to him. He’s trying to egg you on, but you won’t fall for his mean tricks.

“Fucking fine.” He shifts, smug smile appearing. “Time starts now. I don’t care if you don’t run, but know that I don’t have any qualms about fuckin’ you right here after your five minutes are up.” His gaze his burning into you.

At least if you run, you won’t just be sitting here, waiting as Katsuki counts down the minutes.

You take off, down towards the creek behind the cabin, grateful that Bakugou let you keep your sneakers when he had first dragged you here, all those months ago.

They’re practically falling apart, squishing through the mud by the creek, and you almost lose your footing, scrambling to right yourself, splash across to the other side.

It doesn’t matter that your shoes are all wet now, that the bottom of your dress is dripping. Truthfully, you hate the dresses Katsuki brings home for you to wear. Hate that they’re clothes you’d love under normal circumstances, flowy dresses and cute patterns, fitting in so nicely to a cottage core aesthetic.

Branches snap underfoot as you crash through the brush, panting, focused on one thing and one thing only; getting as far away as you could, as fast as you can.

You don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when if Katsuki catches you, this twisted little game of tag he wants to play. You want to scream, this isn’t even how you play tag, he’s just using it as an excuse to hunt you down, to take pleasure out of your fear.

Moving too close to a tree had you yelping as your shoulder collided, the rough bark scratching up your skin, tearing your dress. No matter, you just needed to keep going, keep running, keep moving.

It was starting to hurt to breathe, lifting your legs was tiring, burning. You’d never been much of a runner, and being kept under lock and key at Bakugou’s cabin hadn’t exactly done wonders for your endurance.

You found yourself cursing that fact as a loud shout rang through the forest, words indiscernible. But you knew it was the blonde, could recognize raspy, manic voice that comprised the shout.

Five minutes was up.

Wheezing now, you pushed on. You briefly considered hiding, but quickly discarded that idea. Bakugou could track you, and you didn’t have enough time. You would have to worry that he’d be even rougher when if he caught you, hiding instead of running like he had wanted.

No time to rest, but you wanted to, lungs burning. You had a stitch in your side, your shoulder hurt from scraping against the tree, and your mouth was dry, throat parched.

It wasn’t long before you began to hear noises behind you, brush crashing, branches snapping, pleased laughter. You knew Bakugou was toying with you, knew that he could track you silently if he so chose. But no, he wanted you to know that he was coming, chasing you down, relentless.

It hurt to push your legs faster, muscles fatigued, cramping. Your left calf seized up, and you held in a shriek, pleading, begging your body to keep moving as you limped on, hurriedly dragging your cramping leg, refusing to stop.

“Keep on runnin’, I’ve almost fucking got you!” Bakugou crowed, and you spared a glance behind you, thankfully seeing nothing but an empty forest behind you. It meant you still had time.

But not enough time.

With a start, you realized the noises behind you had stopped, which meant that Katsuki was beginning to actually hunt, silent and ruthless.

You don’t know where he is now, nothing left to do but urge your body forward still, exhausted and terrified.

Then a weight’s pushing against your back, and you’re hitting the dirt, tackled by Bakugou, pinned down.

“I knew I’d fuckin’ get you.” He whispers to you, breath coming out in proud, ragged pants.

You whimper into the dirt, body already aching, your own breath knocked completely out of your chest because of the way the male had tackled you. You hurt all over, and now you were dirty, and Bakugou wouldn’t get off.

“Goddamn, you gave me a run for my money there. Didn’t think you’d be that fuckin’ fast, Jesus Christ.” You can tell he’s almost proud of you, proud of his ability to choose a partner.

He pushes his weight off of you, rising to his knees, and you quickly try to follow him, not fond of being splayed out on the ground underneath him.

But Bakugou doesn’t let you get far.

You’ve gathered your legs underneath you, pushing up off the ground, but the man curls a hand around your hip, the other gripping at your uninjured shoulder. You don’t even have time to draw in a breath to ask him what he was doing before he’s shoving your face back in the dirt, lifting your hips.

“Bakugou, wait!” You screeched, hands fumbling backwards as you try to grab at him, push him off you.

The man just laughs, loud and rough, shuffles closer so he can push his crotch against your ass, let you feel the sizable bulge he’s sporting. “What’s wrong princess? I won fair n’d square, now let me take my fuckin’ prize.”

A part of you knew, knew that this is how things would end. But you had wanted to believe, had hoped that it’d be different.

“Please, wait, not here-not out here.” You choked, feeling him shift the fabric of your dress up over your ass, just enough so that he could tug at the fabric of your panties, snap the edges against your skin.

“N’d why the fuck not? ‘S not like anybody’ll hear you when you start screamin’.” The reality behind his words made your stomach curl, legs trembling as Katsuki snickered.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a scared little deer.”

Your panties get tugged down to your knees, and you hear the slight squish of Bakugou gathering his saliva in his mouth seconds before you hear him spit, seconds before you feel the glob of wet land on one of your cheeks.

Fingers swipe through the mess, before trailing down to your pussy, spreading Bakugou’s spit against your folds.

He apparently isn’t satisfied with that though, because you can feel him shifting, right before he grips a cheek in each hand and spreads you wide, pulls your hips backwards at the same time so you’re angled just right.

Just right for his spit to land directly on your cunt this time.

“S-stop it, please-” You shudder, giving up on trying to push him off. It’s never worked for you in the past, and you’re tired from running, sweaty body yearning to go limp.

A finger enters you, too soon, with not enough spit to ease its way. You yelp at the burning stretch, but Bakugou snarls at you too shut up, take what he’s given’ you as he slaps your ass.

You can feel the burn of his gaze as he watches your flesh jiggle from the force of his slap.

He works fast, doesn’t have enough patience to go slow, to open you up properly for him. The mans riled up from the chase, full of adrenaline that has no where to go, and he wants to hammer away at your little body until you break. Bakugou knows he can build you back up again when you do.

It’s alarming when you feel fingers pull free, feel the hot, spongy head of a dick pressing up against your entrance. You aren’t ready, nowhere near wet enough. “Bakugou-Bakugou wait, wait! Bakug-oh!!” The scream that leaves your mouth is loud enough to startle birds, cause them to rise from their resting places in the trees.

Bakugou laughs a little at that, the sound quickly tapering off into a groan as he works his cock deeper into you, wiggling his hips from side to side so he can fully seat himself into your cunt, balls snug up against your clit.

“Yeah, go ahead and scream princess, lemme hear you.” He encourages, pulling out just an inch or two so he can slam back in, hear you sob, watch your shoulder shake. with each heaving breath.

He’s fucking you into the dirt like an animal, feral and uncontrolled, wild. You barely have the coordination to try and protect your face with your forearms, keep your sensitive skin from being scraped raw on the ground.

You can’t protect your knees though, or the places that Katsuki holds you from, his grip too tight, blunt nails pressing so deep into your flesh that they draw blood, the pressure biting.

It’s impossible to hold back your noises, tearful, fearful screams reverberating into the forest, choked off as you’re rocked back and forth by vicious thrusts.

The man moves easily, fucks you with the strength of a stallion, growling out your name, letting out throaty groans as he chases his release.

And it hurts, so much, your body battered and becoming scratched and bruised; it hurts so much. Until heat pools in your gut, Katsuki hitting a special spot inside you. It makes your toes curl in your sneakers, has the slide of his cock going just a bit easier as you get that much wetter.

“Unh, n-no-ooh, please, ah! Please, ohh, Bak-Bakug-” You can’t even finish your sentence, not with the blonde reaching around, hand creeping across your stomach, down to where his balls keep smacking against your skin so he can rub tight little circles around your clit.

“Fuck-fuck yeah princess, there we go. Feelin’ good now? Shit, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

You hated his voice, hated how deep and raspy it was, how his gruff moans of pleasure made your stomach jolt with arousal.

“You tryin’ t’ milk my cock or somethin’? You want my cum that fucking bad?” The man pounding you into the dirt laughed, changing his posture so that he was curled over you, chest pressed to your back.

His hips rabbited into you, and you sobbed freely at the sensation, at his horrible fingers that wouldn’t stop drawing shapes on your little clit, making you feel hot and too close to cumming.

“No, no, no-” You whimpered, trying to hold back your orgasm, but it was too little, too late.

Bakugou’s hips stuttered as you gushed around his cock, barely managing three more full thrusts before burying himself deep, cock twitching inside of you, spurting out his warm cum.

Disgusting.

You were too tired, too spent to care how long the two of you spent on the ground, regaining your breath.

When Bakugou peeled himself away from your body, soft cock slipping easily from your warmth, you couldn’t help but cringe at the wetness that spilled against your thigh, no longer plugged in your cunt.

“That was real fucking good.”

Yeah, maybe for him.

Your panties were pulled back up, Bakugou smoothing them down before flipping your dress back into place as he rose to his feet.

He urged you up, supporting most of your weight as he easily tugged you upright. “Knew you’d be too much of a baby to walk back.” He grouched as your knees trembled, almost sending you crashing back to the ground if not for his firm arm around your waist, holding you up.

The next second, you were being lifted into the air, easily swung up into Katsuki’s arms, carried bridal style.

You felt his eyes on you, scanning over your face, your arms, your legs. Cataloging the various scratches and bruises marring your form. “You look like shit.”

You didn’t have a smart retort, just rested your head against his chest, grateful that he wasn’t making you walk, legs weak and jelly-like.

Your throat hurt from screaming.

Bakugou took you home, back to his cabin, to the cottage core life that you’d think was perfect... if only he wasn’t in it.

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #dark katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere katsuki #Yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #tw.noncon

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koushou · 4 years ago

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hey can i request a oneshot or hc for megumi, thank you 😩❤️

insufferable

pairing : megumi fushiguro x f!reader {small angst + fluff}

warnings : reader injury, gojo being a perv

word count : 3k

a/n : thank u for requesting! i'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so this was fun to write, i hope you enjoy !

he’s been your rival for as long as you could remember, it was always some kind of competition between the both of you. although, the feeling you both feel for each other, is it truly as simple as hatred?

Insufferable.

It was the only way to describe the dark haired boy standing in front of you, a smug grin playing on his lips.

“Alright, calm down, you two,” your teacher’s voice rang over to where you were standing as he made his way over.

Gojo sighs, running a hand through his hair as he eyes the both of you.

“What did I say abo-”

“He clearly had a head start!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring down your rival across from you.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” He raises his eyebrows at you tauntingly.

“Anyone could tell that you ran before sensei blew the whistle!”

“Maybe you should stop focusing on me, and work on bettering your own abilities instead.” He rolls his eyes while starting to walk away, obviously getting bored of the conversation.

“You—!”

“Okay, okay, come on,” Gojo leads you away before you could tackle the boy with his back turned to you.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Your life-long rival, you guys had been by each other’s side for as long as you could remember.

Not that you wanted to remember, you hated him. And so did he.

Everything was a competition between the both of you, and although you would die before admitting it, your constant battles did improve you as a jujutsu sorcerer.

When you both found out you were going to be attending Jujutsu Tech together, you personally saw it as an opportunity to fight him even more, to prove that you were the stronger one, while Megumi-

Well, he didn’t care. He never cared about anything, anyway.

“Come on, we’re heading to the mission location,” Gojo begins to walk ahead of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You let out a sigh, wishing you could be in the safe confines of your room instead of fighting alongside your least favorite person in the whole world.

“Sensei, what are the curses’ grades?” You ask after the tall white-haired man, who was getting into the front passenger seat of a black car.

“They said it would be a couple Grade 3’s, nothing too much,” the older man yawns, stretching his arms over his head before cursing as they bump against the car’s roof.

“They also mentioned a special grade or something, I don’t really remember,” Gojo slams the car door shut, leaving you to roll your eyes at the man’s irresponsibility.

About to make your way to the car as well, you stumble as a force pushed you from behind, turning around as you get ready to attack whoever was-

“Try not to die to a couple Grade 3’s, alright?” Megumi smirks down at your fuming expression, before making his way to the car.

“I mean, I know they can be quite a hassle for you, but take your time.”

Inhaling sharply, you massage your temples with one hand, trying to suppress your frustration and holding back from tackling the boy to the ground.

“He’s so immature.” Nobara, one of your closest friends at Jujutsu Tech, comes up to you, rolling her eyes at the boy.

“Ignore him, let’s have some meat buns when we get back.” She sends you a wink before walking towards the car, to which you respond with a laugh.

There will be meat buns waiting when I get back, you thought to yourself, licking your lips unconsciously. It will be worth it, snuggling up back in your fluffy blankets, binging your newest favorite show that was airing today-

“You coming or not?” A voice breaks you from your daydream, snapping your head up.

“Ah, are you scared? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Megumi smiles at you mockingly, chuckling as he shoves his hands into his pockets and entering the car in the back seats.

Ah.

This was going to be a long day.

“We’re here,” Gojo announces, unlocking the car door to get out.

You all exit the car, stretching as you take note of your surroundings.

The mission assigned this time was to eliminate a couple curses who had sneaked their way into an elementary school. The students were still inside, so you had to be extra careful with fighting.

“Well then, let’s head in.”

Starting to make your way toward the school entrance, a small groan from the side halts you all in your tracks.

A green, slimy creature emerges from the bushes, crawling on its legs as it stares up at all of you.

It leaps forward suddenly, lunging at you, as you raise your sword in time to block it, slicing it in half in one swift motion.

It lets out a final groan as it drops to the ground, melting into a green blob.

“Not too bad, you actually killed it.” Megumi raises an eyebrow in amusement as you clean your sword of any of its remains.

“Thanks for the compliment.” You snarl at him sarcastically, drawing another sigh from Gojo.

You all continue making your way to the school’s front doors, when suddenly your teacher holds an arm out, stopping all of you.

“Shh, listen.”

There was a quiet voice- no, many voices coming from down the hallway of the school. The building was filled with black smoke, restricting your views of where the sounds were coming from.

It sounded as if the many voices were chanting a curse or spell of some sort, and you all knew instantly.

This couldn’t be the doings of a grade 3.

It had to be a special curse.

Gojo steps forward slowly, entering the black smoke as he checks the left hallway, before returning and nodding to you that it was safe.

You nod, slowly making your way into the school as well, turning to check the right hallway.

The black smoke almost made it hard to breathe, you trying your best to swat away any smoke making your eyes tear up.

The chanting became louder as you entered the hallway, and you saw a figure standing in the middle.

Your breath catches in your throat, ready to turn and tell Gojo what you saw, but could you really describe what it was?

It stood at least two feet above you, with gray skin mixed with red blotches here and there and multiple arms hanging by its side. Horns and unidentifiable liquids stuck to its skin, with its mouth hanging open. It had the sharpest teeth you’d ever seen on a curse- no, you’d ever seen in your life- and drool pooled at the corners of its lips, if you could even call them lips, before dripping down its chin, staining the marble floor.

It continued to chant its spell, however it sounded as if the voices were in your head, in your eardrums, echoing through your brain.

You could hear your name being called from behind you, probably Gojo, but the chants were getting louder, louder, and louder until the special grade was standing right before you, its tall figure looming over you.

Snap out of it, you thought to yourself, trying to shake its voice out of your head, commanding your legs to move. To turn back. To run.

Finally you felt your legs listening to you, and you turned around and ran. Ignoring the pattering footsteps of the creature following close behind you, you ran as fast as you could.

Finally, you could see the light at the entrance, where you all had been before, and you could almost see their faces, until-

“Y/N—!”

A sharp pain shot through your stomach.

Ah, that voice.

The voice of your rival who had been competing with you, fighting with you, for your whole life.

It was like it all happened in slow motion, like in the movies.

Megumi and the others stood before you, with a horrified expression as their eyes travelled down, down to your stomach.

You followed their gaze, a dark crimson stain beginning to seep through your uniform, a sharp horn stabbed from the back, right through your body.

Ah, this was it. That jerk was right, huh? I am weak after all.

At that moment, your body went limp. All feelings left your limbs, leaving you to free fall forward, eyes closing as you begin to lose consciousness.

But not before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, stopping you from the impact.

“Y/N! Wake up, come on, wake up—!”

Why do you keep shouting? You’re so loud, be quiet.

“You can’t do this, wake up— please—“

I told you to be quiet, geez, let me sleep already.

And the last crumb of consciousness left your body.

A horrible thumping pain in your head. Hushed voices from next to you. Fingers entangled with yours.

Wait- fingers?

It had never been so hard to open your eyes, wincing as a bright light from above hits you directly.

Taking a moment to adjust, you finally looked around your surroundings.

It seemed as if you were in a hospital room, long tubes connected to your arms, hands, legs, making it hard for you to move at all.

You notice a doctor and Gojo speaking by the door, but what shocked you was the sleeping boy by your bed.

The sunlight seeping through the window shines on his slender face perfectly, dark strands of hair framing his sleeping face, one you could’ve almost teased him for until you notice his hands. Your hands.

His fingers entangled with yours by your side, the warmth from his palm radiating through yours as the rise and fall from his breathing caused his hands to move slightly every time.

You wished you could snap a picture of this right now, but the comforting feeling of his hands against yours made you not want to move an inch.

“Ah, you’re awake, Y/N,” You recognized your teacher’s voice as he makes his way over to your bed with a relieved smile.

You feel the boy wake up with a jolt, eyes blinking to focus themselves, before settling on yours and widening.

It was only then that he became aware of your entangled hands, quickly pulling away and coughing to cover the slight pink spreading across his cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” The doctor next to Gojo asks, holding a clipboard in his hands.

“Just a bit sore in my ribs, but nothing too much.” Megumi glances in your direction, and you would’ve thought it was out of concern before mentally slapping yourself at the absurdity of it.

“Alright, we’ll need to keep you here for a few weeks,” the doctor says, noting something on his clipboard. “I’ll be right back, we still need to give you a check-up.”

He leaves the room, and Gojo takes a seat on the other side of your bed, across from Megumi.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Y/N,” he sighs, before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Good thing you were brought back in time, doc says that any longer and the injury would’ve been more severe.”

You nod, facing your teacher, “Thank you sensei, I should’ve been more careful.”

He shakes his head, “It was a special grade, my fault for not notifying you all earlier.”

A grin spreads across his face, leaning forward slowly in his seat.

“But I’m not the one you should be thanking.” He nods his head slightly to your left, making you turn to see a coughing Megumi, who suddenly thought his shoes were the most interesting things in the world.

Gojo chuckles, patting your shoulder as he gets up to leave.

“I’ll leave you two alone, Megumi take care of her, alright?”

Even behind the blindfold, you could sense that he was sending a wink your way.

The boy only grumbles in response, fiddling with his hands nervously.

You stare at him, before bursting out in laughter.

His head shoots up, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you still laughing.

“What’s with that gloomy look? Don’t tell me…”

You tilt your head at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

“Aww, are you worried about me, ‘gumi?”

The use of the nickname you made for him makes him scoff, turning away from you.

“As if. Just wondering about how stupid you were to get yourself hurt.”

He bites his lips for a moment, as if pondering his next words.

“And stop laughing so hard, what—”

Megumi stops and looks away.

“—what if your wound opens again?” He murmurs quietly, but you managed to catch it.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before chuckling at him teasingly, “So you are worried about me, liar.”

“Am not!”

“You totally are.”

“Keep lying to yourself.”

With a sigh, you close your eyes, refusing to argue with the boy any longer.

“By the way, what did sensei mean before? That you were the one I should be thanking?”

You open your eyes, waiting for his answer.

His eyes widen the slightest bit, before looking away once again.

“...s’nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raise your eyebrows at him, confused.

He shakes his head, showing that he wasn’t going to answer.

Groaning, you roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “God- you’re so infuriating sometimes, why—”

“When you fainted, I carried you all the way to the hospital, okay?! On my own damn legs, I ran all the way here, I don’t know why I did, but I did so stop asking—!”

Megumi shouts, panting as he finishes talking with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You gape at him slightly, still trying to register his words.

“You...carried me here? Why didn’t you just take the car?”

He scoffs, “The car is way too slow, I would be faster. Plus, your injury would’ve gotten worse so you should thank me.”

He eyes you, searching for any emotions on your face, but all you felt was confusion at the moment.

A few beats of silence pass, and Megumi sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well? At least say something.” He mumbles, shifting his feet on the floor.

You just look at him, not believing what he said, before laughing softly.

“Man, ‘gumi, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you liked me so much that you were scared that I would die.”

You teased him, expecting a scoff or an insult thrown back of some sort, but he just rolls his bottom teeth in between his teeth, not making eye contact.

“...so what if I do?” He finally says, so softly that you wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you.

Wait, why was he so close to you—

The distance between you two closed as he leaned forward to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, inexperienced, but honest and passionate.

Your eyes widened in shock, while his were screwed tight, afraid to open and meet yours.

A contrast to his appearance and personality, his lips were soft, fitting snugly against yours, the taste of him sweet, like cherries.

After a few seconds, he pulls away hesitantly, sitting back down in the chair.

The tension was so thick in the room, not even a knife could cut through it.

It was awkward for a few beats before he spoke.

“I-uh, sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” he rubs the back of his neck, a heavy pink dusting his cheeks.

“It..it’s fine, it was nice,” you spoke softly, almost whispering.

His head shot up, facing you. “You liked it?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, before nodding, slowly meeting his gaze.

“Thank you, for saving me.”

A small smile spreads across his lips. Not a teasing one he would use when he was making fun of you, not a fake one, no. This was different.

Megumi was genuinely smiling at you like you were the most amazing thing he’s ever seen before.

“No problem,” he speaks, before slowly reaching for your hand.

Watching you with a careful gaze for any signs of discomfort, he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“... I was scared, you know?” He sighs, eyes never leaving your face.

“Scared that… I would lose the one person I care about.” You flush at his words.

“I know, I treat you like you’re below me all the time, like you’re weak, but I-“ He clears his throat, not wanting to mess this up. He only had one chance after all.

“-I do care about you, and I get happy whenever we fight against each other, or with each other. I was scared that- that I would lose the most important person in my life.”

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face, one part of you wanting to tease him like usual, but the other part of you, wanted to do something else.

You tug on his hand that was still holding yours, making him lean forward as you met his lips halfway.

The kiss was a little longer this time, you didn’t have to use words to convey your feelings. He knew. And you knew, too.

Pulling away at last, you lightly flicked his forehead, causing him to pout and rub the sore spot.

You giggle, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I care about you too, Megumi. A lot. I always have.”

You smile.

“And I always will.”

He smiles widely, leaning forward once again until you hear muffled voices on the other side of the door.

“Do you think they’re having s-”

“Sensei! Stop being so loud, they might hear you—“

The door suddenly slams open with Nobara and Gojo tumbling onto the floor.

Silence.

Laughing awkwardly, they finally stand up, nudging the other to speak.

“I- she- uh, we- woah—!” Gojo gasps dramatically at the sight of your hands together.

“So you were having s-”

Both of you flush at the same time, shouting at him.

“We weren’t—!”

You all burst out laughing, feeling Megumi squeeze your hand softly.

Gosh, making you feel butterflies in your stomach like this?

Megumi Fushiguro was truly insufferable.

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nocturne-overtures · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 5-Bad Influences

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk (BTOB)/Lee Felix

Prompt: Daddy Kink, Spanking, Cumming From Punishment

WC: 2k+

Genre(s)/AU(s): Smut, Idolverse, Fluff

TWs: Swearing

SWs: Daddy Kink, Pet Names, Spanking (Hand and Paddle), Marking (Imprints), Bratty Sub, Teasing, Semi-Public, Sexual Punishment, Stoplight System, Dominant Idol, Submissive Idol, BDSM Overtones, Praise Kink, Pain Kink, Crying, Aftercare

Everything here is Safe, Sane, and Consensual as always, folks

A/N: I also have the tagged folks according to your preferences so if you’re someone who asked to be tagged in btob works, skz works, or both and included member x member works, then beep boop you’re gettin tagged. Also this is set during Kingdom filming

AO3

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Minhyuk was many things.

Easily riled up, was not one of them.

No, he was a very meticulous man. Took his time analyzing situations with a deceptive smile on his face, feigning aloofness while he sorted his thoughts.

Think, before you act. Always.

It was a lesson Felix hadn’t quite grasped yet, deciding he was going to follow after his friends’ footsteps and try provoking Minhyuk into action.

Had he been learning bad behaviours from Wooyoung, Sanghyuk, and Sunwoo? Definitely.

Unfortunately for Felix, Minhyuk had the benefit of age and experience on his side. He loved his boyfriend, no doubt, but he wasn’t so swooned and whipped that he’d crack like San. He wasn’t a switch in any capacity, so the tables didn’t get turned on him like with Youngbin. And he surely didn’t get flustered or caught out by misbehaviour like Sangyeon.

So when Felix took to subtly brushing against him as they passed backstage for filming, when he sent him suggestive photos while changing costumes, the times he’d appear at Cube, an innocent smile on his freckled face as he sat directly in Minhyuk’s lap, pouting and chattering about how much he wished he could have fun with Minhyuk whenever he wanted like the others-

Minhyuk only hummed, kissing the top of Felix’s head. Today they were in the older man’s home, resting before the upcoming field day event.

“We only have a few more weeks of filming. I’ll be sure to stop by more often.”

“I mean...we have time now so-”

Felix pouted and looked up, shifting beside him on the couch, his freckled cheeks slightly puffed out.

“Are you going to keep doing that?”

Minhyuk cocked a brow.

“Doing what?”

“Not…” Felix trailed off, making a small frustrated noise. Minhyuk cocked a brow, an amused noise leaving his lips.

“Not what, baby? Fucking you?”

Felix nodded and Minhyuk set the pen he had in his hand down, closing the notebook to the raps he was writing and humming.

“Why do you think I haven’t fucked you, Felix?”

“I don’t know! I’ve been trying and-” he cut himself off, lips pursing.

Minhyuk couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, a deep rumble resonating from his chest as he looked at Felix in amusement.

“C’mon to my room. I’ll tell you why it didn’t work.”

Felix perked and nodded eagerly, hustling after him, practically on Minhyuk’s heels.

How he ended up here, sprawled out across Minhyuk’s lap with the older man humming and rubbing his ass was another story. Felix blushed, looking up, expecting Minhyuk to finger him and prep him. Instead, he had his head lightly tilted up, looking into Felix’s eyes.

Instantly, the younger man realized-finally-that he may have been in trouble, eyes widening.

“Um-”

“Would you like to explain now? Or would you prefer to take your punishment as I explain to you what you did wrong?"

Felix shrunk a bit, cheeks flared.

“I can let you go and let you explain yourself. Or I can spank you and I tell you why you’re in trouble.”

Felix looked into his eyes. Minhyuk never moved his gaze from his. He was giving him a choice. He always did. Felix looked back, finding a small leather paddle sitting beside Minhyuk’s thigh while his large hand lie rested on Felix’s ass, unmoving for now.

He shied and nodded.

“I’m staying here.”

“Do you remember our system?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Minhyuk nodded, a pleased sound leaving his lips.

“Good.”

He grabbed the paddle, rubbing Felix’s ass in circles before he brought the paddle down hard on his ass. Felix jolted and yelped, though Minhyuk kept him in his lap with his free hand wrapped securely around Felix’s waist.

“You don’t have to count this time. But Daddy wants you to know that following after the other Brats is why that pretty ass is in trouble.”

Felix yipped at the second, then third hit, cheeks flushing as he felt the leather rub over his sore cheek between Minhyuk’s talking.

“I j-just wanted you t-to….to…” He flushed and lowered his head. Minhyuk tapped his ass with the paddle.

“Lift your head. You wanted me to what?”

“F-fuck me. They...they said being bratty and teasing works all the time for them and-fuck!” He cursed and jolted when his untouched cheek was struck, Minhyuk’s grip still strong around his waist.

“There’s a difference between their Doms and Daddy, kitten.” he lightly scolded, his voice never going above the volume of his normal speaking tone. Felix bowed his head down.

“S-sorry, Daddy.” Minhyuk hummed and rubbed his ass.

“Are you?”

Felix nodded before whimpering and dropping his head once more when another hard spank fell to his ass. He could feel something on the paddle, like...an outline? Though the paddle was never pressed to his sore ass long enough for him to distinguish what it is. Minhyuk took care to rub him between spanks with the smooth end of the paddle.

“Pick your head up, baby.” Minhyuk reminded him. Felix shuddered and muttered a quick apology before Minhyuk paused.

“Are you alright?”

Felix nodded.

“What’s your color, baby?”

“Green.”

Minhyuk kissed his head before he continued.

“I’m not San, or Youngbin, I’m not Sangyeon either. Who am I?”

“Minhyuk-hyung.”

A light tap to his ass from the paddle had Felix’s hips jolt, anticipating a full hit before he blushed. He realized he was hard, his cock pressed fully against Minhyuk’s leg.

When had he gotten hard?

“Who am I, Felix?” He asked again.

“M-My Daddy.”

“Good. So Daddy is going to tell you, the best way to get him to fuck you, is to ask.” the paddle was discarded without a word, Minhyuk’s calloused hand squeezing and kneading both of Felix’s cheeks.

“I won’t reward you with my cock for being a brat, Felix.” he scolded him, his hand coming down on Felix’s left cheek. A scream of surprise left his mouth and he nearly scrambled out of Minhyuk’s lap, his cock jumping against the fabric of the older man’s gym shorts. Minhyuk loosened his grip, giving him the chance to get out of it if he wanted to.

Felix shook his head and settled back down, slightly panting as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes.

“Color?”

“G-Green.”

Minhyuk hummed, sitting in silence for a few minutes, just groping and kneading the heated skin under his hand. Felix kept his head up like asked, though his thighs shook from his position across Minhyuk’s lap. The older man took notice, pulling him forward a bit more, spreading his long legs so he could support Felix a bit better.

Once Felix had stopped shaking as much, Minhyuk continued.

“Do you want to be a brat, Felix?”

Felix shook his head, groaning at the next spank, the tears rolling down his cheek as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“N-No, Daddy!”

“No? Not gonna try and be like Sunwoo and grind on me backstage like he does with Sangyeon?”

Felix shook his head quickly, his hair stuck to his face and neck from the sweat that began to build up on his body.

“What about sitting in my lap during meetings with the others? Mmm? Is it fair to tease Daddy like the others do? Do you think you should have my cock after being such a tease like that?” he inquired. Felix shook his head once more, biting his lip and all but thrusting against Minhyuk’s leg with the next jolt from his spank, his entire body flushed.

He’d gotten hard, painfully so. Part of him feared he’d cum just from this.

“D-Daddy-”

Minhyuk’s hand froze midair, attentive brown eyes looking down immediately.

“What is it, baby? Do you want to stop?”

“N-No I…M...maybe? I feel like I’m going to cum and I don’t wanna be bad.”

Minhyuk’s eyes twinkled with mirth.

“You’re gonna cum from your punishment?”

Felix shook his head quickly, embarrassed.

“Felix. Be honest baby.”

He flushed before nodding a moment later.

“Do you want to cum?”

He lifted his head, looking back at him with big eyes still teary from the pleasured pain thrumming through his cheeks.

“I was bad.”

“I think you learned your lesson, personally. So I’ll ask you again. Do you want to cum?”

Felix nodded.

“Yes, Daddy, please?”

“See? Those are the manners Daddy is looking for.” Minhyuk grabbed a few pillows, letting Felix rest his head on them before he resumed his spanking, growling between each strike.

“Your ass looks pretty like this, baby. The red makes your freckles stand out. Go ahead, you can cum for me.”

Felix could barely decipher his words between the sound of skin hitting skin and his own moaning and pleasured cries, his cock painfully hard between his legs. Minhyuk had growled something in particular, along the lines of Felix being his ‘cute pain slut’ before the younger man saw stars, cumming messily all over Minhyuk’s lap, his legs and thighs shaking as he nearly slipped to the floor from the force of it.

Minhyuk held him tighter, keeping him steady as he picked him up, laying with Felix settled in his arms.

He was careful, brushing Felix’s hair back and cooing sweet nothings to him as he sobbed against his chest.

“You’re alright, baby boy. You did well for me.”

“B-But I was a brat-”

“Mmm. You were. And you took your punishment well. So, you’re a good boy. Hey, look at me,” Minhyuk waited until Felix’s sniffles subsided into little hiccups, the pained pleasure an overwhelming first time feeling for him. Minhyuk wiped his cheeks and kissed him gently.

“You did so well. Let Daddy take care of you, okay?”

Felix nodded and held onto his arms as he stood, carrying him off to shower off. Minhyuk laughed and waved off the hasty apologies as Felix noticed him putting his shorts in the wash.

“Don’t apologize to me, baby boy.”

One magnolia scented, aloe-infused bath later, and Felix was on his stomach, eyes closed as Minhyuk gently massaged lotion over his cheeks.

He was careful of his strength and there was no skin broken, but Felix had noted-in sheer delight-that Minhyuk’s paddle actually did have indentations, and they actually were hearts. Now his freckled bottom sported not only Minhyuk’s handprint to the left and a row of hearts to the right.

“So...I think I have a spanking kink.” Felix mused tiredly as Minhyuk got him settled on his chest, putting on Deadpool for them to enjoy, since it had been one of Felix’s favorites. Minhyuk laughed and kissed him, holding his waist once he was sure Felix was warm and covered by the blanket.

“I noticed.”

-xoxo-

So the field day was a completely different experience.

Minhyuk felt a sense of pride as Felix waddled forward amongst the cheers that he had been voted as one of their top three visuals. The man looked around, pointing at himself through his slightly overgrown sweater and the older couldn’t hold back the happy exclamation of Felix’s name as he shuffled forward.

He genuinely was surprised when they announced him for the number one of their visual kings, but he took it nonetheless, catching Felix mimicking his showboating from the corner of his eye.

How cute.

“They ended up voting for each other!”

Minhyuk turned, pointing at Felix as the younger man bowed deeply, flustered at having been chosen.

He should have known Minhyuk would’ve chosen his baby boy above all else, but that’s beside the point.

“Hey Felix, good boy.”

Felix flushed and bowed again, and Minhyuk was approached later as they began to help staff clean up, the sun having gone down and the festivities over.

“Hyung?”

Minhyuk looked up at him, tilting his head.

“Yes, Felix-ah?” he inquired, glancing around. The others were busy hustling to help staff so they could all rest up, leaving the two relatively alone. Felix adjusted his pink sleeves and looked up at him.

“Uh...can I come over this weekend? For...um…’practice?’”

Minhyuk took it for what it was, a proud and knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, of course.”

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megumiya · 4 years ago

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needy | oikawa tooru

↳ pairings. timeskip! oikawa tooru x f!reader

↳ summary. if only your boyfriend knew how hungry you were...

↳ includes. sub!oikawa + fingering + pet names + oikawa is called good boy + dry humping + praising + a little bit of handjob + overstimulation + unprotected sex + some degradation at the end. let me know if i missed something!!

↳ wc. 1.6k

a/n. first smutty long fic in my life sksksks hope this isn’t bad ssjjsjsj but yeah oikawa’s moans have been filling my thoughts lately edited: sorry for reposting again i noticed the one i uploaded before wasn't the edited doc :c

“I didn’t hear you arrive!”

Oikawa’s eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. His tired body shifts its position on the couch to face you. Today’s training had left his limbs and body sore as ever and the only thing in his mind is the softness of your shared bed.

But your needs are different than his.

You clench your thighs, watching his legs spread on the couch, the fabric of his shorts looking a little too tight for his thighs and especially for his crotch, making the outline of his cock more visible than usual.

“Hey princess”, he says, a slight smile gracing his lips as he stares at your figure wrapped in an oversized shirt. “sorry, baby, i just got home, training started a little la—”

“I missed you” you cut him off, placing yourself on his lap. Oikawa’s eyes squint in confusion noticing the notorious warmth radiating from your core. His gaze lowers trying to catch a glimpse of your underwear when you yank his hair, making him stare back at you.

Feeling his length right under your hole makes you bite back a moan before innocently throwing your arms around his neck. Your clothed breasts press against his torso evoking a smile from you when his breath hitches in his throat.

“A-are you alright, pretty girl?”, he asks, the growing tent on his shorts pressing more evidently against your naked cunt.

You shake your head and automatically his large palms find their way to your thighs, caressing the plush skin as they move up, reaching for the dip of your hips. His chocolate eyes widen when he notices the absence of your underwear “no panties?”

“I don’t need them, right now” your voice sends blood directly to his dick making him stiffen, “I need this”, you coo, batting your eyelashes as you palm his length.

“Princess, wait—” he breathes, his head is thrown back as you rut your hips against his cock experimentally “Fuck―”

Smirking, you start humping against his shaft harder, firmly holding onto his neck for support. He is sure if you keep that pace you’re gonna make him cum in his shorts but he couldn’t care less.

You stare at your boyfriend with hungry eyes, watching with amusement how his face contorts as he gets close to his high. That’s when you stop humping him.

“Why—Why did you stop?” he says in the form of a weak pant as you grab his wrist pulling it between your legs, moaning when you feel the contact between his finger pads against your pussy lips.

“Good boys make their girlfriends cum with their fingers first. Yeah?” your mouth latches at his jaw, leaving kisses and bites on your way to his neck, sucking his pale skin. He whines in desperation as you chuckle. “Mmh? Use your words”

A part of his brain still wants to sleep but the other gets drunk more and more in your praise, fantasizing about being used for the sake of your pleasure only, his body turn into a mere fuck toy.

“I’ll be a good boy! I’ll make you cum all the times you want, princess. Just want you to feel good” Oikawa whimpers, his hand still buried in between your thighs waiting for your approval to start working on your cunt.

You smile sweetly at him before pressing a messy kiss on his lips, rutting your core against his palm.

His long fingers trace the outline of your slit, quickly getting coated in your juices before spreading your pussy lips.

“Yeah, just like that!” you encourage him and Oikawa bites his bottom lip, suppressing a growl when he finds your puffy clit.

Holding onto his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin as he starts making slow circles over the sensitive bud. He stares with nothing but pure fascination at the perfect “O” your mouth makes with each of his strokes, your mind slowly drowning in pleasure.

One of his thick fingers slips into your drooling cunt, eliciting a loud moan from both of you. Giving slow, languid thrusts, he slides another finger in, knuckles deep inside you as his thumb reaches for your clit.

“ ‘M close Tooru”, you breathe, fueling new determination into the setter’s movements increasing the pace in which he’s thrusting his fingers, ignoring the ache of his wrist. You grasp his shoulders, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

Oikawa rubs your clit roughly, making your hips buckle against his palm as you chant his name. Your gummy walls tighten around his digits, creaming on his large hand and soaking him. He unplugs his fingers from your cunt watching with a happy smile the thin layer of your arousal coating them.

“Go ahead,” you say and immediately he brings his fingers to his mouth, humming as he swirls his tongue around them. “Good boy, making me cum only with your fingers”

You lean, pressing a tender kiss on his lips as your hand snakes down to the hard bulge on his pants, ripping a whine from his lips.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Oikawa nods softly, strands of hair falling on top of his forehead as he stares at you with need. He only wanted to pass out on his pillow but now the ache beneath his shorts is too much to handle.

“Want to be inside you, please”, he mumbles with half-lidded eyes, earning a cocky smirk from you.

And who are you to deny when he has been such a good boy?

“Don’t worry Tooru, what type of girlfriend would I be if I left you full with cum?”

Sliding down his shorts, you lick your lips looking at the evident tent, noticing a dark patch on his underwear. You stare back at him, grinning at the blush on his cheeks before taking his shirt off.

Your movements are too slow for his liking. You play with the waistband of his boxers causing his hips to buckle up before tugging them off, finally letting his cock free.

Throwing his head back, Oikawa hiss when the cold air hits his swollen dick. The tip of its, head angry red as trails of precum ooze from it, glistening under the lights of your living room making your mouth water.

You wrap your hand around the base giving it a few pumps that have a constant trail of pants and huffs coming out from your boyfriend as he straightens. His hands move to your hips as you place yourself above his aching dick.

“I missed your cock so much,” you say, lining your entrance with his length, slowly letting your weight drop until the fat head of his dick slides inside you, deliciously stretching you out.

“So tight—” Oikawa mutters, eyes shut tight as your warm walls strangle him. He digs his fingers on your skin, a long moan slipping past his lips when you start rocking your hips “Fuck— gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum”

Oikawa’s face heats up as his cock twitches inside you, a thin layer of sweat covering his face, sticking his brown locks to his forehead giving him a blissful look. You keep rolling your hips at a merciless pace when a broken moan falls from Oikawa’s mouth, white, sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim.

His sounds are enough to make your walls convulse too, milking him dry as you throw your head back, feeling hot spurts hitting your cervix.

“Tooru, more~” you mewl and his hips instinctively buckle up, desperately fucking his cum inside you, “~Need more of you”

“Princess, I—nghhhh” your hands travel to his chest, pinching his sensitive nipples and rolling them between your fingers drawing out the sweetest sounds from the setter. “—It’s too much!”

“But you said you’ll make me cum as many times as I want” you pout, halting your movements and staring at his fucked out expression with needy eyes. Oikawa looks down, remembering his words. He didn’t think you’ll be this insatiable tonight. “Just one more, okay?”

He hardens again. Wondering how you’ll use him next was strangely arousing and with a weak nod, he grounds your hips, helping you ride his sensitive cock, ignoring the pain.

“Good boy” you praise, starting to bounce on his dick, ripping a stream of moans from his pretty mouth.

Finally, you remove your upper piece of clothing smoothly, allowing an eager Oikawa to latch his lips to your breasts.

Between whines and huffs, he licks your nipple as his hand fondles your other tit, squeezing the soft flesh eliciting a whimper from you, a familiar heat nestling in your lower belly, making your eyes roll.

Oikawa feels your pussy walls starting to spasm around him, Using the last bit of his energy, he grounds his feet on the floor to thrust up into you, searching for your climax.

But the urge to cum is too big for him. His hips stutter for a moment before he paints your insides white, grasping firmly the skin of your hips.

“Sorry, sorry—” he whimpers with red cheeks before hissing at the extra sensitivity. Taking a shaky breath, he slams his hips upwards with deadly precision, hitting that spongy spot that had you gushing in seconds.

Your mouth falls open, letting out a strangled moan, finally coming undone. The mix between your juices and his cum soak his lap and part of his shorts.

Covered in sweat, you both collapse on the couch, panting, completely exhausted.

“Thank you.” you say after a couple of minutes, pressing your cheek against his bare chest, suddenly yelping when his hand gropes your ass harshly.

“Ah, don’t thank me, doll, once I take a nap I'm gonna use you like a cumdump”

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zapsproblems · 4 years ago

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If your still taking requests can I request a death note oneshot nsfw were it’s after Light’s fathers death and the reader doesn’t like Light in fact hates Him but starts to feel sorry for him and later that day decides to visit his apartment to help him deal with his grief and ask if there is anything she can do to help him and light subtly implies that she can help him by sleeping with him and the reader is tempted to but doesn’t want to because she remembers she dislikes him and he has a girlfriend but light eventually persuades her into it ?

Just this once?

pairing: light yagami x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: infidelity (light cheats on misa), dubcon, coercion, reader is L’s little sister, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything!!!)

hi!! sorry this took forever, i took a lil break from writing. i tried my best to stick to the request but idk how well i did lmao but even so, i hope you like it!!!

Your dead-set focus is suddenly ripped from you as the familiar noise of the task force headquarters’ door creaking open pulls your eyes away from the bright computer screen. To your displeasure, the new presence in the room is none other than Light Yagami.

“Oh, Light! I thought we agreed you didn’t have to come in today?” An uncharacteristically soft-spoken Matsuda greets.

“Yeah, but I guess my father’s passing only fueled me to get to the bottom of this even more.” Light states.

Being L’s sister, you’ve inherited the black-haired boy’s suspicion of Light. After all, you were the only person in the world that L trusted with his entire heart and soul. Those countless times you’ve stayed up together throwing theories about the Kira case back and forth, only for you and the night itself to hear.

Though your brother was undeniably a bit smarter than you, you weren’t stupid either. With everything L had theorized about Light’s true identity, it’s hard for you to write off L’s death as a coincidence. The timelines just seemed to line up too perfectly.

Everything on top of the fact that because of your investigation work on the Kira case you were barely even given time to mourn the loss of your precious older brother, a heavy dislike of the brown-haired man festered in you.

Even so, you can’t help but feel sympathetic towards him today. After all, it’s true that you know what it feels like to lose a close family member too.

“Hey, Light,” his name feels sour on your tongue, “if you want I can take the heavy lifting today, don’t stress, alright?”

His eyes meet yours, and you take note that they look even more dead than usual.

“It’s okay, Y/N, no need to worry.”

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No need to worry.

Well, you did worry. All day in fact.

You hate yourself for feeling so empathetic towards the man who you suspect of being behind the killing of your very own brother.

But here you are now, about to knock on Light’s apartment door with a small bouquet of tulips in your left hand. Nothing special, you told yourself, just something to show that you care at least a little.

As you raise your right knuckles to the wooden surface, the door suddenly swings inward.

“Oh hello, Y/N. Pretty flowers you’ve got there.” Light points at the objects in your grip.

That’s it. That’s another thing that you hate about him. How he always seems to be one step ahead of you in even the smallest things. How it feels like he always knows what you’re thinking. It’s almost like he’s watching you sometimes, for fuck’s sake!

“These are for you, actually.”

“Really?” he fakes a smug expression, making you cringe, “Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing. Feel better soon.”

You turn to leave, but Light’s hand catches your shoulder.

“Wait. Before you leave, can you come in for a second?”

“Oh uh… sure? Why?”

You receive no response as Light silently motions you onto his couch. A nervous pit grows in the bottom of your stomach.

“So uh… what do you need me for?” You ask apprehensively.

“Just want to talk. It feels like forever since we’ve actually sat down together and had a conversation, you know?”

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were keeping in. “Yeah, it has been a while.”

Yet another awkward silence passes. The sheer quietness seems very strange to you for a moment until it hits you.

“Hey, where’s Misa? Is she out at a shoot or something?”

“So observant.” Light chuckles, and with the tone he puts on, you’re not sure if he’s being sarcastic or not, “Yes, she’s filming a commercial for Miho Skincare. Or at least that’s what she told me before she ran out the door.”

“Oh, I see.” You bite your lip, unsure of how to continue the conversation, “Do you want me to put the flowers in a vase for you?” You ask, picking up the tulips from the coffee table.

Light moves his hand to your thigh in a smooth motion, catching you very off guard so that you nearly drop the bouquet. You hate the fact that blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No need. But there is something else I want from you, if I’m going to be blunt.” His eyes pierce directly through you. You feel naked under his gaze.

Fuck, as many negative feelings you harbour for the man in front of you, you can’t deny he’s attractive in all sense of the word. You know what he’s asking for. It’s plainly clear even just from the lust blooming in his irises.

And it’s then when you realize how touch-starved you are. You’ve been using every available hour of your life on the Kira case, of course you hadn’t had time for any kind of relationship.

So you don’t stop him from inching closer. One of his hands sliding towards the inside of your thigh while the other pushes a piece of your hair from your face. His captivating eyes flutter shut and you’re about to give into his touch when you remember the girl you had been talking about just a moment earlier.

“Wait. Misa.” You whisper simply.

“She won’t be home for hours. And you want to make me feel better, do you not? I’m just asking for one more thing in addition to those flowers you gave me, hm?” He borderline growls into your ear. You would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a little.

Without waiting for an answer, Light crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is hungry, like he wants to waste no time with you. Admittedly, you still feel a little uneasy about all of this, Misa’s face—sweet as candy—beaming at you in your mind as her boyfriend sucks on your tongue.

You feel around each other’s bodies, unbuttoning anything you feel to rid yourselves of your clothing. It all goes so fast, and before you know it, you’re both in your undergarments. Light’s got you lying beneath him with your knees pressed to your chest. He reaches to pull your grey cotton panties to the side.

Suddenly, the peppy blonde girl inside your head once again appears, and you realize what you’re doing.

“Hang on, Light. I’m not too sure about this anymore…” You weakly tell him, pushing his hands away from your most sensitive area.

“Hm? But you promised you’d help me feel better.” Light throws uncharacteristic puppy eyes your way. He points to the wet patch that had formed on the centre of your panties, “And look, you want it too, right? Just this once? Please?”

It’s true, you had come here to make him happier. So why should you go back on it now? You criticize yourself, wondering how you could ever be so inconsiderate—to a coworker who just lost his father, too!

So you nod your head in coerced approval towards the man on top of you, who then in turn wasted no time pulling his cock out from his boxers.

Without warning, or any prep whatsoever, Light pushes the head of his cock into your cunt. The stretch burns, and you’re left wondering if it’s just because you haven’t gotten laid in quite a while, or if his cock is just that fat.

“Light!” You whine in slight protest, “You’re too big… hurts…”

He only hums in response, pushing himself further into you, “Sorry, little one, this cunt is just so tight, I can’t help myself. Fuck-“

Light starts a rhythm, watching his cock sink in into you over and over again. He notes how each time he pulls out, a sheen of both your slick, and even some blood coats it. Must’ve just been too big for your little cunny, he guesses.

The pain of the stretch slowly turns into pleasure and you relax into Light’s touch. You throw your hands into his surprisingly soft brunette locks as he pounds into your sweet spot.

You wonder if L is watching you right now. He must be so disappointed in his little sister, moaning and creaming so sweetly for the very same man he thought he had taught you to be wary of, the man who made the world a living hell.

#zap⚡️ is typing...#zap⚡️.answers #lights.⚡️#death note smut #death note x reader #cw coercion #cw manipulation #cw dubcon #cw cheating #light yagami x reader #light x reader #light yagami smut

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years ago

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lesson 17

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So, the aftermath’s here! This took significantly longer than I thought it would, but oh well. Enjoy everyone!

So, to recap where everyone’s favourite dysfunctional demon family are at right now: Belphie’s still guilt spiralling but he wants to make amends, MC is having a self worth crisis because of what happened, Lucifer was homicidal less than a day ago, and the rest of the brothers are very mad at Belphie.

So, a good little while passes, MC moves back into their room and doesn’t really come out or try to talk to anyone, Lucifer practically lives in his study, and Belphie holes himself up in whichever room that no one else is in.

Keep in mind, no one knows the truth about Lilith’s death yet because it never came up because MC isn’t a descendent of the human version of Lilith.

The brothers (sans Belphie) went and visited MC, who was very happy to see all of them, but everything felt kind of off, everyone was slightly on edge. But nobody brought it up because no one wanted to be the catalyst for the next big family fight, especially so soon after MC got hurt.

It had been almost a week and MC could barely cobble together the desire to leave their room. They had made themselves a prisoner in their own house right after freeing Belphie from his house arrest, how ironic is that?

Stupid…

How naive could they get? To think that just because they were family that everyone would welcome them with open arms? And how stupid would they have to be to believe that they were a proper demon like the rest of them? Demons were manipulative tricksters at their nicest, if MC didn’t understand that than they were a shit excuse for a demon.

Spending time lying in bed staring up at the ceiling wasn’t the best way to pass the time, but MC had grown tired of flicking through the same five apps on their DDD and had contemplated chucking it at the wall. With nothing to distract them, MC was alone with their thoughts.

Of course they couldn’t fend off Belphegor, of course they lost… they barely had any better a hold on their magic than they did when the year started. They weren’t a full demon, but they weren’t some weak little human either, but maybe things would have been better if they were human. If they were human, they wouldn’t have had magic, they wouldn’t have had a fighting chance at all. There would have been no shame in losing. But MC wasn’t a full human, they had their fighting chance and lost anyway.

“MC?”

Their head snapped towards the source of the voice. Through a bright gold glow, they saw an unfamiliar woman, her eyebrows were knit with concern. Not being able to muster up the energy to really be openly panicked, MC sat up and rested their head on their chin, then raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Oh! Um…” the ghostly woman puffed out her cheek and twiddled her fingers as her eyes darted around the room. “I didn’t exactly think this introduction through, my bad…”

It was MC’s turn to be confused, standing in front of her was a woman who didn’t look like an angel or a demon, yet somehow was able to cobble together the magical strength necessary to actually make herself visible to MC. And now, she was stressing about an awkward introduction.

“I’m Lilith!” The woman finally blurted out, she clamped her eyes shut and quickly stuck her hand out.

MC blinked at the outstretched hand like it was a completely foreign gesture. “…what?”

“Yeah! Um… I uh…” Lilith withdrew her hand and facepalmed. “I’m really sorry…”

“I-uh… Lilith? Like… Lilith, my father’s sister Lilith?”

“…yes?”

“…please explain.”

And Lilith did explain, she explained the ghost bit, how she can’t technically go up to the Celestial Realm nor does she want to, and how she’s kind of been playing guardian Fallen Angel to the entire family.

MC finally got to learn the reason the Grimoire was in the tomb, and why their father was so damn loyal to Diavolo.

Lilith also explains that she’s kind of the reason MC is down in the Devildom in the first place. Lucifer picked an entirely different totally normal human, but Lilith switched the files and MC was brought down instead.

MC still obviously had questions.

“So…” MC mumbled. “That’s why he tried to kill me.”

Lilith pursed her lips and looked away. “Yeah…”

MC let out an explosive sigh as their hand unconsciously creeped to their neck. MC’s fingers brushed over raised skin from barely healed over scratches.

“He wants to apologize.”

“What?”

“Belphie, he wants to apologize to you.”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes, they shifted over so Lilith couldn’t see their face. “Hmph… maybe if he grovels enough I won’t sic Cerberus on him…”

“You’re under no obligation to forgive him-”

“I know!” MC snapped, grinding the base of their palm against their eye to stop the tears that threatened to burst. “And I won’t!”

The problem was, Lilith’s story actually ended up making MC feel bad for him, which made them feel angry at themselves, which made them feel more upset than before.

On one hand, Belphie was motivated by the loss of someone incredibly close to him and never received closure because Lucifer kept Lilith’s “survival” a secret.

On the other hand, Belphie tricked, manipulated, and then tried to kill MC. That couldn’t just be waved off with an “oh he was just grieving”

After some deliberation, MC decided they were going to do one more thing to help Belphie.

“Father.” MC hit their knuckles against the door to their father’s room. The door opened almost immediately and Lucifer stood in the doorway.

“Yes MC? Do you need anything, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to talk to you.”

“Come in then,” Lucifer stepped aside and MC walked into the room, he closed the door behind them. “What is it?”

“I know about what happened with Lilith.”

Lucifer froze, MC did their best to hold his gaze and not waver.

“You need to tell everyone.”

“…how did you find out?”

“She um… told me. Lilith, I mean… she’s still around.” MC awkwardly twirled their finger in the air as they explained. “You’ve kept this hidden for too long, the secret has to be told so this can end.”

Lucifer wasn’t on board immediately, but eventually, he was convinced.

Everyone was gathered, including Belphie, and Lucifer explained what had really happened the day Lilith had died.

Of course there were shouts of shock and outrage that slowly melted into a melancholy silence. Lilith was still around, but her presence was so limited, but she was still there with them! Their sister was still there!

When everyone dispersed to go process the news, Belphie approached MC.

“H-hey.”

MC almost outwardly shuddered at the sound of the Avatar of Sloth’s voice, but they held firm and turned to face him.

Anything they wanted to say died in their throat as MC got a good look at Belphie for the first time in over a week. He looked like complete and utter garbage. His hair was a mess, bags lined the underside of his eyes, and his entire posture seemed to just droop like a wilting flower. Though, it wasn’t like MC had much of a platform to stand on when it came to critiquing appearance at that point in time, they looked just as awful.

“What do you want?” MC asked quietly, they had meant to put more force behind their words, but most if not all of their focus had gone towards not allowing their voice to break or waver.

“To apologize.”

So, Lilith was right, he was sorry. Rage bubbled in MC’s gut as they clenched their fist. How dare he think he could just, apologize and think everything could turn out okay?! MC opened their mouth to scream, cry, hurl every insult they had spent the previous week thinking about, but nothing came out. The anger subsided and MC deflated, they crossed their arms and gestured for Belphie to go ahead.

“Go on.” They mumbled.

Belphie’s gaze drifted to the wall, he clenched his pillow tighter to his chest, then looked back to MC. At least he had the decency to look them in the eye.

“I’m sorry for what I did, MC. I messed up and I hurt you. I blamed you for something you had nothing to do with, even though you were nothing but nice to me. No excuse would make what I did any better, so I’m… I’m sorry…”

MC gnawed on their lower lip and knitted their eyebrows. He sounded sincere enough, but MC wasn’t just going to roll over and forgive him just like that. They were still so angry and betrayed, but they didn’t want to be. Stupid feelings…

They took a deep breath and squared their shoulders, looking Belphie directly in the eyes.

“Okay.”

“…okay?”

“Okay.” MC repeated. “I’m not going to forgive you just to absolve your guilt, but I’m done with this. It’s over and I’m moving on. If you’re really sorry, don’t ever do something like that again.”

The tiniest glimmer of hope sparkled in Belphie’s eyes as he nodded. “I swear on my life I’ll never do anything like that again.”

MC stiffly nodded. “Good. Now, I’m going to my room. I have school tomorrow.”

When Belphie turned to go back to his room, Lucifer melted out of the shadows and stood next to MC.

“That was very big of you.”

“Thanks father.” MC mumbled.

“Are you sure you want to go to school tomorrow? I can ask Lord Diavolo to extend your time off.”

“No,” MC shook their head. “I’m ready. Besides,” They stifled a giggle. “I don’t want to miss everyone’s reactions to Human History.”

Wanting to watch demons freak out about weird parts of human history is a very valid reason to want to go to school.

Anyway, all eight residents of the HOL goes back to school, and MC’s cover story was that they had gotten the flu and was too sick to go to school, and Belphie had been brought back from the human world early. No one had the balls to question the seven rulers of hell, so no one asked any questions.

Luke was very excited to see his friend again, so excited that he got in trouble for talking in class. No big deal, lunchtime was still free for them to talk!

The day was perfectly normal, which was a blessing for everyone.

Diavolo officially deemed that Belphie was no longer a threat to the exchange program, so Belphie was allowed to return to his student council duties without issue.

Things between Diavolo and Barbatos and MC were quite… confusing.

For one thing, Diavolo was the crown prince and MC had really liked him before the stuff in the previous timeline and learning about exactly how he had secured their father’s loyalty.

And for Barbatos… he was just fucking terrifying.

“MC!”

The sound of Diavolo jovially calling their name jolted MC out of their thoughts. Thinking about the upcoming Demonology midterm would have to wait.

“Hello, Lord Diavolo.” MC knew better than to be openly pissed at the soon to be monarch, especially after everything that had transpired.

“Are you doing alright, MC? How has school been treating you?” Diavolo continued to pepper MC with questions with barely any gaps for MC to actually reply. Barbatos stood on the sidelines with a soft neutral smile on his face, which only served to unnerve MC more.

“I’m doing fine, Lord Diavolo. There’s no need for concern.”

Diavolo’s rampant questioning came to a stop, and MC swore they could see his expression fall ever so slightly.

“I’m glad to hear that, MC. If you need anything, just ask!”

He ended the interaction with a hesitant pat on MC’s head before walking off to his next class. Though, the presence of the butler still loomed behind MC.

“While I’m very glad you’re well, MC,” Barbatos said icily calm. “I must ask that you refrain from going into my room again.”

“Y-yes sir.” MC mumbled.

“Have a lovely day.”

Reason why everyone should be at least a little afraid of Barbatos #473

The relationship between MC and the Royals does end up getting repaired eventually, it’s just… really awkward for the time being.

Home was still awkward as all hell, the murder attempt definitely weakened the brotherly bonds MC had spent months repairing, and the hostility wasn’t doing MC’s emotional recovery much good.

“This is ridiculous.” Lilith’s voice popped into MC’s head while they sat at the dining table finishing up their homework. MC jumped slightly in their seat and frantically looked around for their aunt’s apparition.

“What’s got you spooked?” Satan asked from his place across the table.

“N-nothing. Just a chill.” MC quickly replied, trying to go back to their work.

“Nice recovery, MC. Very smooth.”

“Shut up!” MC thought. “What are you doing in my head?”

“If you want me to leave, just say so.” Lilith’s nasally childlike huff nearly caused MC to openly roll their eyes.

“No, what is it? What do you need?”

“I don’t really need anything, but look at this fractured house!” Lilith cried. “This is worse than the time Mammon stole everyone’s pocket watches!”

“Pocket…watches?”

“It was 1803, get with the program, MC.”

“Lilith, what are we talking about here?”

“Oh! Right! Well, this house is insanely divided and sucky right now, it’s terrible!” Lilith whined, as much as MC hated to submit to their ghostly aunt’s whining, she did have a point.

Just that morning Asmo just happened to neglect to paint Belphie’s nails when he went out of his way just minutes earlier to track down Lucifer to make sure his nails were painted. Later when Belphie walked into the library with Beel, Satan ended up picking up the cat and walking straight out. Satan walking out of a library was like a fish walking out of water.

That wasn’t the only thing either, Mammon had taken it upon himself to be a human (or demon to be more precise) barrier between Belphie and MC at almost all times. The only times when Mammon couldn’t do that was when the witches decided to summon him.

Levi continued to be a recluse, but on the rare occasion he did come out, there was no friendly hellos between him and Belphie.

Lucifer… well, he did a good job hiding his contempt. He had respected MC’s decision to let Belphie try and fix things and he himself seemed eager for everything to be fixed, but he wasn’t exactly aiding in the repairs. Every time he had to look at Belphie it was so expressionless that MC swore that Mammon could swipe someone’s wallet right in front of him and Lucifer wouldn’t even frown.

Even Beel, he bounced back the quickest in terms of being ready to be around Belphie again, but the even psychically linked twins couldn’t fully shake the feeling of distance between the two.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Last time I tried to fix this family’s problems I almost died.”

“H-hey, I don’t think you should joke about that just yet…”

“Bite me. I wasn’t joking.”

“Well… okay. But I can’t really manifest any power right now! Smacking some sense into Belphie really took a toll on my ability to do much.”

“Hmph…” MC thought long and hard, well, two minutes long. “We could hold a movie night.”

Lilith gasped and MC swore they could hear the sound of her clapping her hands together. “Yes! Everyone can hang out and eat popcorn! Oh it’ll be great! Build a Fort! Forts bring people closer together!”

The movie night was the first of many little get togethers that MC quietly orchestrated to get everyone back on speaking terms with each other. They weren’t a direct part of all of them, but they could see the good they were doing.

A small video game tournament, going out to eat together, just relaxing in the same room, all of it added up, and sooner rather than later everyone was back to… not hating each other.

The brothers are still brothers after all, there’s always that tiny instinct that tells siblings to try and ruin the other’s day

As for Belphie and MC’s relationship…

Things slowly but surely moved back to the way they were before. MC came out of their room to sit with everyone and hang out, everyone progressively let Belphie back into their lives, and the nightmares gradually lessened.

For the first time in a little over a month and a half, MC felt truly safe again, which was odd considering they were in their planetarium with someone who they declared they’d never forgive. They still hadn’t, but things had gotten better.

Belphie was doing his damndest to show that he was truly sorry about everything. It started off with small things; helping MC clean the house, giving them pencils when they didn’t have any, covering for them when they had dinner duty,

The little victories may not have seemed very noteworthy, but to Belphie and MC, they were everything.

“That’s Orion, that’s Orion’s Belt,” Belphie pointed up at the shifting ceiling of the planetarium, tracing each and every constellation that he saw and pointing them out to MC and Beel. The latter had seen these stars and heard Belphie’s explanations a thousand times over, but never tired of them. MC was staring up at the gorgeous sight of the human world night sky they had left behind with a small smile on their face.

“That’s Ursa Major,” Beel pointed up as he offered MC the bag of chips he was eating.

“Mhm,” Belphie quietly chirped, he then pointed to a nearby constellation. “And that’s Ursa Minor.”

“Huh, if you connect these stars, it looks like a pair of pants.” MC piped up, tracing the set of stars.

Belphie snickered and nodded. “Yeah, it kind of does.”

“Look, that one’s a spatula!” Beel pointed at a constellation, Belphie snorted and facepalmed.

“Beel, Buddy, that’s the Little Dipper.”

After a little while longer Belphie let out an explosive yawn and stretched out like a cat. MC and Beel yawned in response.

“I’m goin’ to sleep.”

“Belphie wait,” MC giggled. “You can’t sleep here!”

“Watch me.”

“You’ll get a sore back, Belphie.” Beel picked up Belphie and slung him over his shoulder as the Avatar of sloth began to snore, he then turned and sat MC on his other shoulder. “Bedtime for everyone.”

MC let out another yawn and rubbed their eyes. Maybe Belphie had the right idea, it was late as hell…

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Author’s Note: You ever know how you want something to turn out in your head, but the moment you go to write it down you kind of want to yeet yourself into oblivion? Yeah that’s what happened here.

The game itself didn’t give me much to work with in terms of how everyone would react if MC didn’t shrug off their near death, so… 🤷‍♀️ oh well! What’s done is done!

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years ago

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V. Off to the Races, Lolita Series

My old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam. And he shows me, he knows me. Every inch of my tar-black soul.

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Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, mentions of relationship violence, rape, and murder, pet names, passionate sex,

Words: 4025 (I am SO sorry for this)

Summary: Andy takes y/n on a weekend getaway while Jacob and his friends are out of town.

Two weeks had dragged on since Andy had gotten a taste of y/n’s sweet nectar, and since then nothing. It wasn’t like they really had the chance to be alone, Jacob and the other boys weren’t going out late at night or on the weekends as they usually did. Andy had to settle for his hand every night, reminiscing on their oral escapades.

It didn’t help that Andy had been swamped with cases, court appearances, and tons of paperwork. He had spent every night of those two weeks at the office until his eyes physically couldn’t stare at the cases in front of him anymore. Andy even showed up on the weekend to fit in a little extra work, hoping it would help take care of some of the load but to no avail. He was completely and thoroughly exhausted, and he could tell that y/n was as well.

She had worked directly with him on a few late-night cases, the rest of the time being spent shadowing Neal fucking Loguidice. It was great for her internship to do so, getting new perspectives of different attorneys in the office, but it was not as good for his jealousy.

By Thursday evening the heavy load of cases and paperwork had seemed to disappear, and Andy was grateful for being able to leave the office at a decent hour. With y/n in tow, he ducked into his Audi, waiting for y/n to get comfortable in the passenger seat before roaring the vehicle to life.

“Is it just me, or have these past two weeks been exhausting?” He asked, glancing out of the corner of his eyes at y/n as he drove. Andy knew her answer before she even opened her mouth, a loud groan leaving her lips as she rested her head back against the seat.

“You’re telling me, if I have to hear Neal mention one more time about his new kickboxing class, I’m going to gouge my eyes out. He really fucking sucks.” Her words elicit a chuckle from Andy’s lips, a smile of pride seeping onto his face. It was good to know she didn’t have any interest in Neal.

“We should do something fun this weekend, just the two of us. Maybe you’ll let me finally take you on a date” He suggested, lulling his car to a stop at the next red light. Y/N raised an eyebrow in his direction, cocking her head to the side. “Andy, I already told you, I don’t do relationships.”

Andy rolled his eyes, shifting in his seat to look at her. “Yeah, you said that, but I’m in it for the long game, y/n. You have to admit there’s something between us.”

“Andy…” She sighs, watching the sun setting out the passenger window. Sure, there was definitely something between him. Was he different from all the other guys before that she had hooked up with? Yes, of course. First off, she had never been with a man his age, someone with a career, a house, and a car of his own. He even had a pension and a life insurance policy; she hadn’t hooked up with any men who had those.

The car is silent as they pull into the garage, Andy immediately shutting off the car and sitting back in his seat. Y/N looked down at her lap awkwardly, reaching for the door but Andy stopped her with a tug to her wrist, getting her to look up at him.

“You want to be an attorney, right?” The question has her furrowing her brows, looking at him as if he had said ‘You know the sky is blue, right?’

“Of course, you know that, but what does that have to do with-” Andy cuts her off by holding up his index finger, loosening his grip on her wrist. “Attorneys defend their cases in court to a judge or jury, who then ultimately decide the fate of their clients. Their job is to convince someone that their claim is right.” Andy rests one hand on the steering wheel, a smug smirk crossing his lips.

“Saturday morning we’ll leave for a weekend getaway, planned by yours truly. This will all be part of my case as to why we should be together, no more games, officially together. You as the judge will examine the weekend's evidence and conclude on whether we should be together. If you decide after the weekend that you don’t think so, I’ll leave it alone and we won’t have to discuss it ever again. But I’m hoping for it to change your mind.” Before she can protest, Andy holds his hand up. “And I’ll even get us a room with two beds, no funny business, promise. So...will you hear my case out?”

Y/N had to admit, she had never been chased by a guy so ferociously, but what was the harm in seeing the evidence and getting a free weekend vacation out of it? She stuck her hand out for him to shake, a professional gesture for their arrangement. “Alright, I will gladly hear your case out.”

Andy had arranged it all down to the last detail, including lying to Jacob and the boys about an important conference for work that they both had to attend that weekend. Of course, he didn’t suspect a thing, he went out of town for conferences all the time, and thus his plan was set.

When Saturday morning finally arrived, Andy was feeling great. He had gone for an early morning jog, took a long shower, and even trimmed his hair and beard. Andy dressed in a plain white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, packing his bag with his essentials for the evening before walking out into the kitchen. As usual, the boys were all still asleep, hungover from their late-night game of shot roulette, which left the house extremely quiet.

Andy couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face as he walked into the kitchen and saw y/n waiting at the counter, a familiar plate of breakfast and coffee next to her. “It’s a Saturday, you know that right? Thought breakfast was for workdays.” He stated, moving to sit at his usual spot beside her.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She responded, taking a swig from her coffee mug. Andy’s eyes wandered along her body; her outfit of the day effortlessly beautiful. She wore a tight white bodysuit tucked into a pair of figure-hugging mint shorts; a pair of matching wedges slipped onto her dainty feet to complete the look.

“You’re right, it is.” Andy’s silverware moved to cut into his meal, chewing thoughtfully as he thought about the day ahead. “You’d think that by making me breakfast you were trying to plead your own case.” He teased, engulfing another bite of his food.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, moving to set her now empty coffee mug in the sink. “I’ve got nothing to plead, you on the other hand, do.” She waits with her back to the counter, playing on her phone until he finishes his meal, setting his plate in the sink behind her.

“Are you ready to go?” He questioned, grabbing his duffel bag off the floor. Y/N followed suit, grabbing her tiny black suitcase and following him out into the garage. Andy grabbed the suitcase from her, setting it with his own bag in the trunk before they both got into the car, backing slowly out of the driveway.

It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Y/N asks, crossing her legs.

“Would it matter? You’re not familiar with the state anyhow.” He retorted, pulling up the address on his GPS as they started on their journey.

“True, I just want to know what I’m getting into.” Her eyes locked on the GPS, noticing the destination was an hour away. “Rockport? What’s in Rockport?” She asked, raising a shapely brow in Andy’s direction.

“Well for starters, it’s along the ocean, which guarantees a good view. It also has great shopping, beaches, and restaurants. It’s a nice little getaway.” Andy turns on the radio as the car goes silent, y/n admiring the view as they drive.

The silence in the car was comfortable, both of them enjoying each other’s company, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their home for the weekend. They were staying at the Cove at Rockport, a beautiful inn right along the ocean. It was even more classy than the photos online, and Andy made quick working of getting them checked into their room.

Andy and y/n walked together down the long hallway to their room, room one on the first floor. Unlocking the door with the key provided, Andy pushed it open, allowing y/n to step in and take in their living arrangements.

The main room was huge, donning a cute little breakfast nook adjacent to the kitchen, a living room, two separate bedrooms, and a bathroom. The decor was all beach themed, of course, shades of blues and beiges filling their sights.

“This definitely deserves a point towards your case.” Y/N admitted, chewing on her bottom lip. It was honestly the nicest place she’d ever stayed at, more luxurious than what she had expected. Walking further into the space, y/n pushed open the sliding door, the sound of waves hitting the shore bursting through her ears as she took in the view. It truly was gorgeous, much different from shitty life in Ohio.

“So, I did alright with my first piece of evidence?” He chortled, leaning back against the cool wall. Y/N continues to take in the view outside, a light breeze picking up and blowing her hair off her shoulders.

“I’d say so.” She shuts the sliding doors and walks back to investigate the sleeping spaces, setting her bags in the room with a large picture of a beach umbrella over the bed, the smaller of the two. “Well, what else do you have planned for your case? Because if this is it, I can come to a decision right away.”

Andy moved his own bag into the opposite room before walking into y/n’s and sitting down on the plush comforter. “I wanted to start the trip with a walk downtown, explore some of the shops before we get ready for our dinner reservations at six.”

Ah, he even sprung for reservations, what a smart man. “Sounds good, let’s explore.” Y/N got up from the bed, grabbing her purse before Andy followed her out, walking out of their room towards the lobby.

Downtown was only about a five-minute walk from the inn, an enjoyable stroll filled with laughter from a group of teens on the sidewalk, birds chirping in the trees, and the smell of fresh muffins wafting from the window of a bakery on the street. “Well, where should we look first?” He asked, turning to look at y/n for guidance on where she’d like to go.

They had spent about two full hours downtown, walking in and out of all the little shops, picking up a blueberry donut to share from one of the bakeries, and taking photos of each other along the Rockport streets. Most of the photos Andy took of y/n were very Instagram appropriate photos, staring down the camera and moving from angle to angle. On a few photos though, Andy would say something to make her laugh, snapping away at her genuine reaction.

Before long they were walking back into the room to get ready for their dinner reservations. Andy was pulling out all the stops, dressing up in one of his nicest black suits, a matching black tie situated atop a crisp white button down. He spritzed on some of his favorite Versace Eros cologne, adjusting the laces of his dress shoes before walking out into the living room. Andy had ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to the suite, arriving shortly after he had finished getting ready, sitting on the couch with the flowers and waiting for y/n to walk out. God, he hoped this wasn’t too cheesy.

After about five minutes of waiting anxiously, the door to y/n’s room opened, noticing her delicate silver peep toe heels first. His eyes roamed up her toned and tanned legs, settling on her baby blue dress, off the shoulder with slightly puffy sleeves, a tie in the front revealing just a bit of cleavage. The ruffles on the hem swayed as she moved, her eyes taking in the sight of him as well with the flowers.

Suddenly Andy stood up, holding out the flowers to her. “You look incredible, Lolita.” There went the pet name again, though it was always so fitting for her. “Shall we go?” Y/N silently thanked him for the flowers, taking a whiff of their sweet aroma before setting them down on the counter near the door. She followed Andy to his car, waving him off when he tried to open her door for her. Her expression stayed on Andy the entire drive, inhaling his intoxicating cologne, licking her lips. Y/N had to admit, he always looked great in a suit.

The restaurant was only a ten-minute drive from the inn, a little classy seafood restaurant along the ocean coast. It was packed with people, a quartet playing Sinatra’s finest hits off in the far-right corner of the room. Some people were dancing, some were sitting along the bar against the left wall, while most were diners enjoying their meals at their table.

Y/N and Andy were led to a table near the back wall facing the ocean view. Andy started off by ordering a bottle of chardonnay for the table, taking in the sight of y/n lit up by the candlelight provided.

“This is beautiful, Andy.” She exclaimed, her eyes scanning the room and all the happy couples around them. Andy smiled before opening his menu, mulling over what to order. “I told you, I’m great at pleading my case. And as you know, I almost always win.” Y/N rolled her eyes, opening her own menu. “Key word, almost.”

After deciding on what to eat, Andy getting the seafood gnocchi and y/n ordering the lobster bisque, Andy poured them each a glass of wine, holding his up towards hers. “Cheers to an unforgettable night.” He exclaimed, clinking their glasses together before they each took a sip of their respective glasses.

As they wait for their food, Andy and y/n sit and talk more about their likes and dislikes, what they want in the future, and the day they had downtown. Their food arrives during the conversation and they continue to talk while they indulge in their meals, all the food just as incredible as the atmosphere.

About thirty minutes later Andy and y/n take in their last bites of food, sitting back and enjoying the liveliness around them. As they waited for their check to arrive, the sound of Sinatra’s hit ‘It Had to Be You’ started drifting from the quartet. Andy smiles, holding out his hand towards y/n as he stares down at her. “Dance with me?” He asks, taking in her surprised expression before she scoots herself out of her seat, grabbing his hand as he led her over to where the other couples were dancing. Andy places his hands on the small of her back, y/n wrapping her own around his neck as they sway to the tune.

“This is definitely not as good as dancing together at the club.” She joked, making Andy laugh. “Well, technically I wouldn’t call that dancing. More like...gyrating, or maybe dry humping? Definitely not the same.” Her smile brightened; his eyes locked on her as they moved. It was as if they were the only people there, like the whole world stopped to see them dance.

“For nobody else gave me a thrill. With all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you...Wonderful you...It had to be you…” The quartet crooned, the song ending and a few of the couples clapping in response. Andy’s eyes bore into y/n’s, licking his lips before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, holding it for a moment before y/n pulled away, clearing her throat and letting go of his neck.

“M’sure the bill is on the table.” She stated, walking back towards their chairs. Andy let out a huff of disappointment, following her over to the table and paying for their meal before they walked in silence back to their car.

The car ride felt riddled with tension, the tension continuing to build as they got back to the room. “We need to talk, y/n.” He admitted as the door of their suite shut behind them, crossing his arms against his broad chest. Y/N leaned her weight against the wall between their bedrooms, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Andy…” She started, becoming silent again and chewing on her bottom lip. Andy’s stance becomes more tense, taking a step closer to her. “I want you, y/n. And not because of how mind-blowingly attractive you are. You are intelligent, thoughtful, and selfless. You’re not stuck up or fussy about material items. You make me feel like I’m in my twenties again, you make me feel like I’ve never felt with another woman.”

He takes another step closer to her, hovering above her due to his height. She puts her hands on his chest to stop him from moving, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I’m terrified of this, Andy. How do I know you won’t turn out just like my piece of shit father, huh?” She leans her body weight against the wall, peering up at him.

“Look, I know how you feel, alright?” He moves away from her again, his back turned towards her as his hand ruffles through his hair. “I know firsthand, my father...he’s also in prison. He went to prison when I was young for raping and murdering a 19-year old woman. I vowed to myself to never ever treat a woman without kindness and respect. Though my marriage with Laurie wasn’t perfect, I’m sure she’d say that I was nothing like my father, and nothing like yours for that matter.”

He turns back to look at her, arms outstretched. “I promise I will never hurt you; you can trust me. I’m all in, y/n. And I meant everything I said.”

She processes his story of his father, realizing they had a lot more in common than she once thought. Her heart is beating so fast she thought it might splatter in her chest, closing the distance between the two quickly. Her hand came up to grip his jaw, leaning up and kissing him lovingly. They continue to kiss, y/n parting her lips to allow Andy’s tongue to slip inside, exploring her mouth and causing her to moan. After a moment they both pull away breathless, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Okay...I’m all in too, with you.” Her words are all Andy had been wanting to hear, gripping her waist and kissing her lustfully this time, pushing them backwards until they both hit the wall again with a groan. His lips trailed a line of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, shrugging off his suit jacket and making quick work at the buttons on his shirt, practically ripping the buttons off completely.

Y/N is tilting her head back against the wall, helping to push off his now open shirt to expose his God-like torso. This was her first time seeing his chest, running her cool fingers against his abs as he kissed back up her neck and into her mouth.

He plays with the fabric on sleeves of her dress, pushing them down so that she can fully shimmy out of the pale blue fabric. Her breasts are on full display, no bra to pull down, and Andy growled at the sight of them. They were just as perky as they had been while peeking through her outfits.

He nudged her body in the direction of his bed, hands making quick work of his belt and pulling down his trousers, kicking them into a pile as he walked into the bedroom after her in only his Calvin Klein briefs. Andy moved forward to kiss her again, knocking them both over onto the bed, a breathy laugh escaping her throat.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my little Lolia.” He purred, his hands coming up between them to knead over her delectable breasts. Y/N cried out from the touch, grinding her hips up into Andy’s to evoke a similar noise from him. “Andy, need you…” She whined, her back arching off the bed, her panties rolling against his clearly clothed hard cock.

He slipped his hands lower, teasing his fingertips along her folds, already slick with her desire. “Need what, Lolita? Need you to tell me exactly what you want.” Her hands rub his cock through the thin fabric, a whine of impatience leaving her lips.

“Need you inside me, Andy. Please, fuck my pussy.” Her words ignite an animalistic groan from his lips, pulling off her and scooting her up further onto the bed until her head touched the pillows. He quickly tugged off his boxers, stepping out of them before shimmying her out of her panties, tossing them aside.

His eyes grew dark as he took in her naked form in front of him, stroking his cock. She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was all his. Andy moved onto the bed, hovering over y/n with his cock dragging against her glistening folds. He was bigger than the guys she’d been with before, and the thought alone excited and terrified her. Her fingers land on the skin of his shoulder blades, pressing in lightly as she locks eyes with him.

“Andy, please.” She begs again. Andy keeps his eyes on hers as he pushes in slowly, giving her time to adjust as he moves inch by inch into her cunt. Her nails dig a bit deeper into his skin, mewling as he continues to press into her until he finally bottoms out, holding himself in place.

“God, my little Lolita, you’re so fucking tight...you’re milking my cock and I haven’t even moved yet. Do you want me to move?” He leant down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, waiting for her mumbled ‘mhm’ against him before he rolled his hips into hers.

The pace started slowly, building up speed with every little noise y/n’s mouth made, coming undone underneath him with each thrust. They continued to share soft kisses, moaning into each other’s mouths, y/n’s hands locking around his neck.

“Andy.” She breathed, her walls tightening and releasing around him. “Wanna cum for you.”

Andy quickened his pace, kissing along her pulse point on her neck. “Cum for me, Lolita. Want to feel you cum on my cock.” It doesn’t take her long after his sentence before she’s tightening her walls again, crying out as her orgasm rips through her. Her eyesight is full of stars, and it takes a second for her to regain her vision, focusing on Andy’s face once she does.

“M’gonna cum in this pretty cunt, fill you up to the brim.” He states, thrusting a few more times before coating her walls with his release. He stills inside of her for a moment before pulling out slowly and plopping down with his back on the bed next to her.

They both lie in silence, staring up at the ceiling, panting. The sex was incredible, better than they both could’ve imagined. Andy’s arm wraps loosely around y/n’s shoulder, tugging her into his chest and pressing a loving kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine now, it’s official.” He looked down at her with a lazy smile, watching as her fingers began to trail up and down his chest. “Guess you could say I won yet another case.”

“Shut up, Andy.”

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atzsslut · 4 years ago

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requested by @let-this-be-a-lesson from this, and this list.

chosen prompt(s) :

#1 - “Is that my sweater?”

#11 - “If you were my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, I’d probably never stop staring at you.”

pairing : bang chan x fem ! reader

genre : fluff

warnings : long time best friends, very obvious crushing, kind of more than friends (unidentified relationship) to lovers, implied slow burn

word count : 2.4k words

You promised to meet Chan almost an hour ago.

The adrenaline coursed through your body as you ran out of the bathroom after a shower, which was relatively dangerous but you didn’t care, sprinting back to your room to get into some decent clothing.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you almost punched it from the frustration. But you didn’t, of course, as if you didn’t have enough bad luck already.

Are you that stupid to have fallen asleep on the couch? You thought to yourself. You were much too thankful that you already washed your hair in the morning, so it looked good enough now.

As you dropped your towel, you swore that you’ve never grabbed such a mismatched set of underwear and bra before, but it didn’t matter. You’d opt yourself to become quicksilver if it was for Chan.

Your hands let themselves skim through until your phone lit up on top of your cupboard and showed three notifications from the man himself. You froze in your spot reading the following messages.

chan: okay :( if u insist [5:02 PM]

chan: but since u seem tired [5:03 PM]

chan: i’ll pick u up since i’m only 10 mins away [5:03 PM]

Your mind went back to when you had woken up to three missed calls from Chan, various texts asking if you were alright since you never missed a ‘hangout’. At least, that’s what you two always called your frequent meets.

Your first instinct was to call him back, your voice rather nasally from the blocked nose you always got after sleeping. His kind voice kept replaying in your head;

“Chan, I’m so so sorry-”

“Oh, did you just wake up?”

“I.. yes. Yes I did. I’m so sorry, I fell asleep because I ran a million errands up until 3pm.”

“Hey, no. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Do you want to move our hangout to some other day? I think I’m quite free this week.”

“No, no. I need to see you, honestly. My stress has piled up and it’ll be great to see you. You always cheer me up.”

“I try my best, Y/N. I’ll wait for you as long as you’d like. Go get ready!”

“Will do, Mr. Bang. Thank you so so much!”

The last thing you heard after the call ended was his farewell that was mixed in with his infectious laugh, and that was when you ran towards the shower to get the thin layer of sweat that always came after a nap in the living room.

Your fingers quickly typed away a ‘did god send u down to me as my angel or smthn THANK U BANG CHAN’ before going back to rushing to pick out a nicer outfit.

Because of him willing to pick you up, you had an extra ten minutes to get ready but your mind was still blank from the adrenaline rush. You had picked yourself out a cream-coloured pleated skirt, but you had no idea what to pair it with until you saw a familiar black sweater pushed to the back of the drawer.

You weren’t too sure why it was familiar to you, but it was nice enough for you to use with the skirt. For a reason you couldn’t pinpoint, it hugged your body well enough, but the area where you could see the stitch of the shoulders were clearly too broad for you, falling around the middle of your upper arms.

Strange, you thought, I don’t remember buying this but it’s so comfortable.

And just like he said, Chan was there in ten minutes, voice heard through your apartment intercom, asking you to come downstairs. Although you tried to ignore it, you were excited just from hearing his voice through that old system speaker.

Taking the elevator down to the lobby, you smiled seeing the boy standing around, clearly waiting for you to come down, as he kept shifting his feet.

It was music to his ears as well when he heard you call out his name. Although he would never admit it, or so he thinks, he swore that he heard a hymn whenever ‘Chan’ spilled from your lips. But he shook that away when he reached in for a side hug.

“Hey you.” he said, “You look awfully fresh for someone who just woke up.”

“I work my magic.” you boasted, not wanting to admit the fuss you made for him. Since Chan was a bit taller than you, not by too much (which you teased him about, but he only let it be because it was you), you held onto him as well by slinging your arm around his waist.

And as you both walked to the parking lot at the front, stuck together like two pieces of paper with a hefty amount of glue in the middle, that was when Chan stopped right in front of his car.

You looked at him with concern, thinking that he’d probably left something inside, “Did you forget something?”

He paused, looking at you with the face he’d make whenever Felix did something strange. That wasn’t new, but you felt flustered when he let you go and stood in front of you, arms crossed, eyes checking out your whole body.

You looked at him strange, not understanding what he was doing. Your hand only clutched your bag strap harder, not understanding the situation. But before you could say anything, he cut you off.

“Is that my sweater?”

And the realization hit you.

A few months ago, Chan had gone to your place to spend some time with you after not getting to meet you for three weeks. But of course, the two of you did not look at the weather forecast when a rainstorm dawned over the whole of Seoul.

You insisted that Chan should not be driving in this weather in fear of a accident, but he did have to get his car to the indoor parking lot incase it began to hail. However, once he had gotten back, the umbrella you had given him was soaked and so was he, the two of you getting into a hysterical laughing fit at the state he was in.

In all seriousness, you did quickly get him out of the clothes he was wearing and washed them, shyly looking away when he directly began to take his shirt off in the living room until you yelled “Chan! I have a bathroom!”

However, as the night passed, after he slept in the same bed as you, finding his arm around your waist in the morning to which he quickly pulled away in surprise— he left with only his jeans and socks that had been dry cleaned.

“Oh shit, this is your sweater!” you swore, the event having replayed itself in your forgetful mind, “I’ll clean it after this and give it back to you.”

“Oh, no. You look better in it than I do.” he complimented.

In between your reminiscing, he had clicked the car key, making the vehicle make the familiar unlocking sound and flashing lights. Running over to your side, he opened the door for you.

“M’lady.” he offered,

“M’Chan.” you joked, only to laugh for a bit then go in with a murmured, “Sorry that was cheesy.”

“It was!” he admitted, yelling so you could hear him through the car glass since you closed the door already. He did his little jog over to the drivers seat and went it rather smoothly, not that you were impressed by that.

“So, arcade?” he asked, smiling when you nodded and tapped excitedly on his dashboard.

Once again, in ten minutes, the two of you had reached the destination, quickly running out as if the both of you were six, and not in your early 20s.

As you ran into building, fluorescent hitting your eyes with a familiar nostalgia coming alongside them, much too familiar from the high school days of you and Chan going to another arcade that was already closed down now.

“So, what do you want to do first?” you asked, as if you didn’t guess the answer already.

Chan looked forward, scanning the place more and finally seeing a row of big, bulky, metal boxes that couldn’t be missed. He pointed at them, rather cutely to add, smiling down at you.

You gave him an excited grin back, happy that you guessed right in your head. You walked ahead, pleased to hear him tread behind you at a faster pace to catch up with you.

Drawing back the curtain, the two of you went inside and swiped the arcade card that you had because of several trips that were forced by your auntie with your little cousins. Luckily, there was still money inside.

The recognizable ‘twinkling’ sound of the photo booth rang in both your ears, opting you to choose the frame decor, etc.

And as the screen showed both your faces, a robotic voice was heard through the same speakers at the sides of the booth, stating ‘please move more towards the centre, thank you’

But if anyone were to look inside, you and Chan were already considerably close, especially since the bench space wasn’t wide at all. But you side-eyed the boy, scooting closer to him as he did the same to you.

You felt his arm squish against yours, feeling flustered at the sudden contact.

“Can..uh..” he trailed, “Can I put my arm around you? I.. I think it’ll make the pictures look less awkward, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah!” you responded a bit too enthusiastically. Clearing your throat, you gave him the gentle smile that he could never hate, “Yeah. Go ahead, Chan.”

He did as he asked. Unlike the playful hug that you two had shared in your apartment lobby, this one felt more intimate, especially when you saw the screen reflecting the two of you.

You could feel his rings dig against his cotton sweater on your body, assuming now that it was yours, comfortable enough for you to feel secure— at home. Nevertheless, you always felt that Chan was your home.

Your eyes fixated on the screen as you moved forward to press the red button that would soon make you both take simultaneous pictures together.

We look good together, you thought to yourself, Wait what? Shut up.

But why did this feel different? You two had taken hundreds of photos together, varied with ridiculous, attractive, and unnecessary ones. But you swallowed that wondering lump in your throat, quickly dismissing it as you posed with Chan for each one, your vision rather blurry for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint.

And as the twelve clicks ended, Chan stood up first. You were quite upset about the absence of his embrace, but didn’t mind it when he smiled at you like he always did,

“Let’s see the pictures.” he held his hand out for you to take, which you graciously did, feeling the pit of your stomach drop as you, as per usual, questioned what your relationship with him was at this point.

The two pairs of feet, albeit the both of you were wearing matching shoes on accident, met their way towards the printing area. Looking at the screen which read 99% complete, Chan heard the sound of the photo paper hit the stopper that avoided the prints from falling on the ground.

He bent down and took it, showing it to you. Naturally, your arms went around his left bicep, hugging it to look closer. Chan sucked in his breath, knowing that if he was in a cartoon right now, his brown head of hair would be sticking up in all places as a silhouette of his heart pumped dramatically out of his chest.

It was ironic, as most of your friends would say; it was ironic how you two hugged often but got shy whenever your hands would simpy graze, it was ironic how you two were so affectionate yet were so resistant, and it was very ironic that your ‘hangouts’ weren’t dates at this point.

He watched as you pointed at his face from top to bottom, questioning,

“You’re not even facing the camera in most of these! Stop looking at me and look at the lens next time. Do you want to retake these?”

Your question wasn’t too hard, but you didn’t understand why Chan looked at you with such solemn eyes, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was frustrated. But the look was soon replaced with one that held adoration, but that only increased your confusion.

“I mean.. we don’t have to retake these, Chan. What do you want to do?”

“If you were my girlfriend, I’d probably never stop staring at you.”

He didn’t know why he said that. Not a bone in his body was willing to let that out but his mind decided to play a little game of “thinking out loud”. The impulsivity of the statement made the two of your freeze in front of the photo booth.

But there was something that the both of you knew, something that neither of you wanted to admit. You had been friends for too long, had been too close for too long, but what was different now?

Why, after more than ten years of being best friends, was now the best time for you two to be together?

But something resided within you, and in Chan as well. This was to atone for all the pain you two had experienced without one another. You and Chan always wondered why you’ve always loved, but never been in love truly. All this time, the person that was it from the start was right in front of your faces, but pent up denial never allowed it to happen.

Until now.

Somewhere, somehow, this was the universe’s way of telling you that today was that day. You woke up late, wore his sweater, and Chan had slipped up with his thoughts aloud. It made sense.

So, you took a small step forward.

It felt as if the gravity between your feet and floor was much heavier than before, especially watching Chan’s jaw clench out of nervousness, but you knew it was just you mustering up a ton of courage to finally ask,

“Who’s stopping you from asking?”

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jschlattsbabydoll · 4 years ago

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Ocean Away (Chishiya Shuntaro X Reader)

Plot:

After Chishiya has left you in a game, you understood his true nature. You decided to leave the beach with the approval of your uncles.

A/N: Hello! So I’m back.

I just want to let you all know, that Yes… I know that this might be a too much off a stretch, since Hatter and Aguni is your uncles.

And yes, I kinda hurried making the story, because I have a lot of errands for tomorrow and later, I would be asking for a rest day shift, because, I need extra money, and I need to pay bills… I hate adult life.

BTW, I found this Inspiration towards the song, “OCEAN AWAY by Loreen.”

You can listen to the song and I’ll leave a link to the song.

Anyways, If I have any lapses or mistakes on the story, please let me know! I’ll be happy to receive criticisms in my story, I would know where to improve more.

Thank you so much and please enjoy! 😊

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Ocean away Part 2

“Can I make a request, Uncle Hatter?”

The man looked at you, “What do you request?”

“Can you hide me away from the beach?” you said, as you looked at him, you sat on one of the chairs that are inside the royal room, “I need to run away from someone.”

Hatter looked at you, “What’s going on?”

You smiled, but tears fell down your face, “I didn’t know that heartbreak felt this way.”

The man in front of you went near you, knelt down and held your hand gently, “I just want to get away. The games are stressing me out and I can’t get this feeling get in the way of what our plans are, Uncle.” You breathe out,

“I should be strong like mom was like back in the real world, but I’m not her, I’m weak. “, you cried out, and Hatter hugged you, his tear fell as he heard you talk about your mom.

Hatter, Aguni and your mom had been best of friends since they were in high school, She would take you whenever she would visit Hatter’s shop and Aguni would be there and you four would have lots of fun. Talking about dreams and happiness.

But your mom died due to a heart attack, and your two uncles have decided to take you with them. But, suddenly in your high school years, they disappeared like a bubble and people around them had no clue on where they might have gone to.

Just when you have graduated college, went you entered the borderlands and heard of the beach. You saw them again and got reunited with them again.

They given you a high number of place in the beach, so that when the time comes you could easily come back to the real world and be reunited with them again.

“I won’t betray you and uncle Aguni. You can know where I am hiding, and I promise to still give you all the cards that I would win. I won’t betray the utopia that you have brought to us.”

As Hatter removed the hug from you, “I will settle the plans Agni-chan. Are you sure about this?” he asked,

“Yes I am.” You said that you wiped the tears out your face,

“You’re not weak, my dear. Sometimes we just need some air to breathe in so that we can learn to properly function again.” He said, as he helped you wipe your tears, “I know that your mom is so proud of you up there. And Agni and I would keep you safe and happy.”

You hugged your uncle again, “I love you, Uncle Hatter. I’m sorry for the bother that I became.”

After a while, Aguni and Hatter has spoken about the plans of you hiding somewhere in Tokyo. Aguni has suggested that it should be done after a game that they would play, so that they can drive you to a hiding spot secretly.

“We can hide you tomorrow, Hatter and I can join the game since our visas are running out.” Aguni has told you, and you nodded.

“Just incase that you need some help, I will give you a walkie talkie. Just give a beep and we will be there. We would be giving you some supplies while we hide you out.”

“Thank you, Uncle Aguni and Uncle Hatter.” You said,

After Hatter has left the room, you and your Uncle Aguni was left in the royal room,

“I told you not to be acquainted with people here in the beach. People here won’t take relationships seriously, especially that we in this type of crisis. People will use you for their advantage and for their satisfaction, just to get out of this world.” He scolded you, but you did not respond. He did in fact told you not to fall in love in the borderlands, but you were just too hard headed.

“and knowing Chishiya, he’s using you for his gain. He’s not that clever, and I know he has plans… I’ve known him before you entered the borderlands, he’s manipulative. He had used too many others inside the beach… I don’t know why he’s still keeping Kuina… but, I know that Kuina is smart.” He said, then he looked at you, “I’m not saying that you’re not smart, you’re smart, my child. But it’s just Chishiya has got you into his hands.”

“Have you told uncle Hatter? About chishiya, I mean?” You asked,

“No… no I haven’t. I won’t tell him. He’s….” he closed his eyes, “He’s too far gone…Do you remember when he found out that people were hiding card from him…”

Definitely… You remember was your uncle has done… dead bodies in a room, he’s still kicking and punching one of them, no life on the person’s eye. Your Uncle Aguni went in front of you to shield you.

“Agni-chan…. Y/n… I found that they have been hiding card from.” He said in crazed eyes, “We will be setting a new rule… ‘Death to the traitors.’”

Still the memories haunt you to this day… You nodded to your Uncle…

“I don’t want him to go that route…” He admitted

“I don’t want him too either.” You said sadly,

“If he founds out that it was Chishiya … And that he has manipulated you, I don’t know what he can do… Or Chishiya can do. Especially that they are both executives.”

You’ve seen Chishiya in games… He has no mercy, no feelings that all. When he told you that he loves you, you didn’t feel anything in his confession, but smirked when you told him that you loved him too.

When you were with him in a Five diamonds game, he was ready to sacrifice you. He left you when you needed him. But after all of that, you still come to him like his pet. You wouldn’t have survived at all if Arisu didn’t came, saving you from being drowning.

“So, you’re telling the whole beach that I’m dead, Uncle?”

“Yes.”

You breathe in and out, you stood up from where you were sat down.

“I’m going to bed, uncle Aguni.”

“Please be careful, My child.” He said, you looked at him, and you smiled, “Thank you, Uncle, say good night as well to Uncle Hatter for me…”

“I will.” He said, and you turned your back, and left the room,

As you went to towards that room that you were staying in, you saw Chishiya waiting on your doorstep, he slowly looked at you and grinned, you walked towards him,

“Hm… Had a talk with your uncles…” he asked,

“Yeah. They just asked me if I was still alright or good.” You said, you avoided looking into his eyes, “Something is bothering you. Tell me, what did your uncles tell you?”

“Nothing… They just told me not to be acquainted with somebody here from the beach.”

“And?” he pushed more, he caught me by the eye,

“We will play the games tomorrow… I will be going with them.” You said,

Chishiya looked at you in the eyes, trying to look for more answers, “You have a lot of days in your visa. Why bother playing the games together with your uncles.”

“I want to join them by tomorrow. Not every day I could spend time with my father figures.”

Chishiya looked away from, “Hm.” He just only replied.

Feeling tired with the conversation, you decided to enter your room, he followed you in as soon as the door closed, you faced him again, “What would you do if I suddenly got lost or suddenly disappeared.”

Chishiya didn’t reply immediately, but smirked when he thought about the answer, “Why would you suddenly disappear?”

“I don’t know. You know that a lot of things could happen here in the borderlands.”

“hm…” He just said, as he went towards your bed, and sat there. His hands went to his side, and tapped on the bed to signal that you should sit with him,

You followed his instructions, but after sitting down, you let yourself fall into the bed, you closed your eyes and you felt the bed hit your back, you opened your eyes and you saw Chishiya on top of you looking directly at your eyes,

“Don’t leave me.” He said, as he slowly went down to press his body towards yours, he went ahead and placed his lips to your, his tongue asking for entrance, you let him enter. As your mouths asked for dominance, he took both of your hands on the top of your head,

He let go of the kiss and went straight to you neck and left kisses.

“I won’t… “, You lied,

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Ocean Away Part 2

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beautifulterriblequeen · 3 years ago

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Were you the person who had a post about "what if Rayla had died on the mission and Runaan had lived"? I was thinking about that... is there a possible scenario where Rayla had escaped with the egg and princes the same way as in canon, but Runaan and the other assassins had survived and now believed Rayla was dead and both somehow missed each other? The angst possibilities from Runaan's end, at least until he got back to Silvergrove, but even then he would angst over having 'abandoned' Rayla...

You know, I don't remember making a post like that, but I can tell it's an angst I could get behind, so maybe I did?

Fam, I love a good honest misunderstanding, oh man, those are great! Very tasty stuff. So let's see here... oh gosh this really took off, huh? Yas.

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"Runaan, please," Rayla begged, planting herself between her mentor and her new allies the human princes, "this is a miracle, a chance for peace."

"No," came a smug, raspy voice from behind her, "it's not."

Rayla whirled in surprise. How had the dark mage gotten free of her manacle so quickly?

Claudia stood beside Callum, smirking confidently and holding the primal stone she'd just stolen back from him. But her smirk dropped at the sound of Runaan's bowstring. A green-fletched arrow whispered past Rayla's shoulder, headed for the dark mage's heart. Rayla's eyes widened as she realized she was about to watch her first human die.

"No!" Callum held his sketchbook in front of Claudia's chest. Runaan's arrow punched through it with a heavy thunk. Claudia, Callum, and Rayla stared at its poison-dipped broadhead in shock. The deadly metal fell just short of cutting through Claudia's tunic.

Rayla spun back to face the older assassin. "Runaan, wait-" But he was already loosing another arrow. Rayla cut it out of the air.

"Callum!" Ezran called plaintively. Bait, perched in his hair, croaked too.

"Get out of here," Rayla told the humans. "And keep that egg safe." She spared Claudia a single glare.

Runaan began striding closer, and he whipped another arrow from his quiver and nocked it. Rayla knew he'd loose that last arrow before he got close enough to use his swords instead. And that, she did not want to see at any distance. Not when so much else was at stake!

"That's far enough, elf," Claudia called threateningly. She held up the primal stone and began to chant in Ancient Draconic. The air started to crackle with lightning.

"Claudia, wait!" Callum shouted. He grabbed her wrist again, but this time, the primal stone wobbled and fell as they both scrabbled for control of it. Rayla gasped, watching it tumble. Neither of them were going to be able to catch it. She suddenly wasn't sure she wanted to, either. She shot Runaan a regretful, pleading look.

Runaan's arrow loosed. With everyone in motion, Rayla couldn't be sure if Callum would be in his line of fire when it arrived. She folded her swords and turned her back on her mentor, squeezed her eyes shut, and stepped into its path.

"Rayla!" Runaan's voice cracked the air like a whip.

"Rayla, look out!" Ezran shouted.

The primal stone hit the stone walkway and shattered.

The first massive gust of wind struck Rayla and tumbled her just as Runaan's arrow found its mark. With a cry of surprise, Rayla rolled across the high stone walkway, flanked by Claudia, Callum, and Ezran, who was somehow still holding onto the egg. Rayla thumped against the parapet and scrabbled for a grip against one of its crenellated edges, feeling her feet kicking in midair while a screeching gale scattered everyone and everything that had been on the castle roof a moment ago.

Runaan stood on the other side of the walkway, barely on his feet as he braced against the wind. His ponytail whipped like an angry snake, but his face was full of pain and alarm. "Rayla!" he shouted.

"Runaan..." Why was her voice so weak? Shouldn't she want his help?

Crumpled against the crenellated wall below Rayla's tenacious grip, Callum, Claudia, Ezran and Bait huddled together for dear life.

"Rayla, this isn't what I wanted!" Runaan shouted over the wind. He tried to stagger toward her through the strongest of the winds, but they only shoved him back against the far parapet.

"Claudia, help her!" Callum called.

But Claudia was distracted by the alarming amount of rainbow-hued magic that had begun crackling off the egg of the Dragon Prince. "What's happening?" she blurted.

"Help..." Rayla called.

"Fine, I'll help her, then!" Callum stood in the storm and reached for Rayla's hands.

Another arrow zipped past, whirling madly off target in the howling wind. Callum flinched back, then grasped Rayla's hands firmly. "I've got you!"

"And I've got him!" Claudia said. She pulled a glowing orange thing from her bag and started chanting, and she squished the orange shape until it oozed meatily between her fingers. Its gory remains caught fire, quickly swelling to a fervent blue heat that made the princes flinch away.

"No!" Rayla's grip slipped in shock, but Callum braced his feet hard and held on tight.

Then Claudia threw it, just as the storm grew an eye of calm.

Runaan was already leaping high with his swords in his hands. The fireball landed directly beneath him. Rayla's last sight of her mentor, as the blast struck Callum and forced her hands free of his, was of Runaan's tumbling, silent figure flying back over the outer wall of the castle and vanishing into the fury of the storm.

Was he coming to save me, or to kill me? she wondered as she fell too, engulfed by the same winds that took him. She closed her eyes, expecting to meet her fate, but a fluffy and overstuffed cart of hay had other ideas and Rayla flopped safely down into the courtyard.

Her first instinct was to jump up and go find Runaan. But then she remembered: his side of the castle roof had a much farther drop. She'd finished climbing it herself not an hour ago. And with all those rocks dotting the river, she couldn't imagine how he'd survive such a fall.

"Oh no... Ethari, I'm so sorry," she murmured brokenly.

But the storm was only growing stronger, and the rainbow lightning up on the roof grew brighter and brighter. Rayla stared in awe and amazement. Was the egg... hatching?

A newborn dragonling would need more protection than an egg. She scrambled out of the hay and darted through the wind, trying to find her way back up. Before she could, though, the storm wore itself out, and she ran into Callum, Ezran, and Bait as they bolted down a curving flight of stairs.

Rayla whipped out her swords. "Where's the dark mage?" she demanded.

"She ran to find her dad," Ezran said.

"Yeah, , but after she got giant heart eyes and squeed over the baby dragon," Callum added, looking starry-eyed in a conflicted way.

"The wot?" Rayla asked.

"Look!" Ezran opened his coat and showed her a cuddly, fluffy dragonling nestled quietly against his chest.

Bait grumbled, but Rayla gasped in delight and held the dragon's little face. "Oh, he's just so cute! Why is he allowed to be so cute?" she demanded playfully.

"His name is Zym," Ezran said.

"Hello, Zym," Rayla said quietly, ruffling his soft fluff. The dragonling sniffed at her hand and licked it, and then he nipped at her binding ribbon, pulling it off. Rayla stared at it in shock, allowing Zym the opportunity to nibble off the other ribbon, too. "Huh," Rayla mused. "Guess these things were just decorative after all."

They ran to the bottom of the stairs and began to hurry toward the main gate. "But what about Dad?" Ezran asked, looking worriedly at the uneven towers.

"He'll be alright," Callum said. "He has the finest guards in the kingdom defending him."

"Yeah, of course!" Ezran piped up.

Without Runaan, the others won't stand much chance, Rayla thought angstily. They'll soon fall too, if they haven't already-

"Rayla, uh..." Callum gingerly touched something stuck in the back of Rayla's hoodie. "You've got something on your back. Ez, go hide for just a second, okay? I need to help Rayla with something."

"...Okay, but hurry," Ezran whispered, as he darted into a shadowy tunnel. "Bait, no glowing, he didn't mean that kind of hiding."

"It's an arrow," Callum murmured to her, once Ez was out of earshot. "Is it, um, does it hurt? I didn't want him to have to see any blood or anything..."

The arrow. Rayla straightened her shoulders to see if she'd actually been hit. "I think it just missed me," she said lightly, not wanting to think about what would've happened if it had pierced even one more layer of clothing and scratched her skin with its deadly poison.

Callum tugged it out of the cloth and awkwardly offered it to her. Rayla took it and stared for a moment. The arrow's shaft had broken when she fell, and it dangled like a felled bird in her grip.

Runaan. He'd fallen, too. Probably permanently. Rayla's shoulders slumped, and she added, "I... We need to hurry. They'll be comin' for us soon, and it's a long journey to Xadia."

"Rayla!" It was Callisto, perched overhead in full Moonshadow form. "Where's- It's done?" he blurted, interrupting himself. His eyes locked onto Rayla's wrists.

A clamor of guards ahead drew his attention, and he leaped toward them, staff at the ready. Rayla grabbed Callum by the arm and ran, snagging Ezran's sleeve a dozen steps later. "Don't look back," she hissed, shifting into full Moonshadow form mid-stride. They didn't need to know she was only talking to herself.

In a few minutes, they reached the forest. Its cool shadows swallowed them whole, and they ran all night. There was no reason to wait anymore.

***

Runaan woke to gentle hands pulling him from the water. He coughed himself awake and sat up slowly, holding his head. When his focus returned, he shot an alarmed glance at the sky and saw that the Moon had nearly set. "We must hurry-" he began, trying to stand.

Four sets of hands pressed him back onto the grass.

"Easy, Runaan," Callisto said. "It's done. It's over. We can go home."

With wide-eyed disbelief, Runaan checked Callisto's wrists, then Andromeda's. Then Ram's and Skor's, too. Their binding ribbons were indeed gone.

A strange sort of lightness flitted through Runaan's chest, heady, intoxicating, and refreshing, erasing his injuries--or his perception of them, at least. His reward for a job well done. The ribbons around his biceps loosened and turned red before drifting to the grass as softly as newly fallen leaves.

Runaan reached back for his shadowhawk arrow and found his quiver gone. No... Ethari's arrow! He scanned his squad's expressions hopefully.

"Sorry. We couldn't find it. But we did find your bowblade," Skor said, offering it.

Runaan took it gratefully, feeling a bit of calm returning along with the familiar weight in his hands.

"We did it. We actually did it," Andromeda said as she got to her feet. Her smile beamed like the Moon. "I can't wait to get home."

"Unless Runaan needs a moment first," Callisto said mildly.

"No, we should leave now, and we should hurry," Runaan said. "Without the shadowhawk, the Queen of the Dragons will be waiting on my personal word. I should not keep her, not in her condition." The rest of his team stood immediately, and he took the hand Callisto offered and stood with focused effort. "We only need to make one stop along the way."

But the rock he'd parked Rayla on was empty. And so were the next dozen rocks. "You're certain you saw her?" he said, clasping Calisto by the shoulders, turquoise gaze boring into his eyes.

"Aye, clear as moonlight," he replied. "But only for a moment. And..."

"What?"

"The human with her pulled your... a-an arrow... from..." Callisto looked aside awkwardly.

"If she took even a scratch..." Andromeda breathed.

"Shh," Skor hushed her.

The assassins went quiet, waiting respectfully.

Runaan's eyes widened. He thought he'd struck true when Rayla stepped into the path of his arrow. Then he thought he'd missed, when she survived long enough to cling to the parapet and call his name. Then he thought the explosion had taken her. Then, hope again, only to have it ripped away one final time. He knew how terribly deadly his chosen poison was. His face froze in a mask of pain, and he shut his eyes. He felt like he was falling from the parapet again, except this time, there wouldn't be any merciful oblivion to put him out of his misery at the bottom. There'd never be a bottom to this fall from grace.

Ethari gave me one job. And I failed him. Does he know yet? Did he watch her flower sink?

Runaan gulped and gritted his teeth. Mourning would have to wait with all his other feelings. He still had a job to do.

He stood straight, gripping his bowblade, and met everyone's eyes, one by one. "We run for home. Ethari can make me a new arrow there. Move out."

They flowed into motion, and Runaan let them take the lead. It was only logical to track and follow the other elves, he reasoned, since he was having such trouble seeing the forest clearly through the tears in his eyes.

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years ago

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.6

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.5 - ch.7 (finale)

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The air was still quite nippy and crisp, but the afternoon sun sparkled on the white snow and made the atmosphere pleasant to stand in if the Main Sequence Star was shining directly on a living organism, like it was on Stan from where he stood on the porch. He sighed tiredly as he dug into his hoodie’s pocket for a fresh cigar and lit it with his Zippo-style lighter. He knew he probably shouldn’t smoke with a kid in the house, but after the few days he’s had, he needed and had well earned a smoke-break.

The door opened and Stan hid his cigar by his side, his right arm glued to his hip to hide the newcomer on his left, but when he saw it was an adult, he relaxed and took another puff. “M’trying to quit.” He mumbled.

Ford snickered. “Yeah, it looks like you’re trying really hard.”

“Don’t be shitty.” Stan said casually.

“Mind if I lend one? I can replenish you in a few minutes.”

Stan stared at his goody two-shoes of a twin and handed him a cigar and the lighter. “You smoke?”

“Not often. For a celebration or after a long day.” Ford answered as he lit his borrowed cigar. “Maybe twice a month. Thrice?”

“Huh.”

Ford looked down at the lighter in his hand, and he was surprised when he recognized it. He can clearly remember seeing the tiny silver box in a store and thinking Stanley would like it as a Only One More Year of High-School present. “I gave this to you.”

Stan smiled as he took it back and pocketed it. “Yeah, it’s a good lighter. Only needed to change the flint a few times.”

“Hey guys!” A small voice called from inside the house. “Do you like vanilla or chocolate?”

The twins looked at each other, smiled, and called back. “Both. Both is good!”

“Both it is!”

Stan chuckled and shook his head. “Knucklehead… I knew she had to be family just by looking at her!” He bragged proudly.

“I suppose I was too distracted by the fact that a cold girl was at my doorstep to recognize the family resemblance.” Ford reasoned, shrugging. “I wanted to make sure I did the right thing. I didn’t exactly feel like getting arrested for kidnapping.”

Stan barked a laugh. “Yeah, you got a good point.” The conman yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Guess I’ll head out tomorrow.” He mentioned offhandedly.

Ford stared at him, a little saddened and disheartened by this fact that was news to him. “You’re leaving?”

“I mean, yeah?” Stan equally stared at his brother, confused and not daring to be hopeful, but still. “What?”

“I just…” Ford hesitated and busied his mouth by taking a hit of his cigar. With everything that has been said and how well he and Stan have been communicating, he really didn’t feel like ruining it now. He relaxed his shoulders and said with his eyes on the snowy woods. “I was really hoping you would stay.”

Stan looked dumbfounded, like a child discovering candy for the first time, but he looked away and down at the porch floor. “Oh.”

“I’ll of course be taking care of Mabel until Dipper comes back in time for her…”

“He might not.”

“We got over our grudges. They can do the same.” Ford said firmly. “Still, you have a point. Dipper might not be able to come back. Regardless, whether it’s for a short time, a long time, or for the rest of my life, I will take care of her. I might not be the best for her, I can acknowledge that…”

“C’mon, Sixer, don’t be like that.” Stan scolded lightly, giving a sympathetic look to the nerd. “What else can you do, y’know? There’s no way in hell you’re gonna give her up, I’ll kidnap her and run away to Canada before I let you…”

Ford laughed and waved a hand as he smiled. “No no, I promise I won’t.”

“Good.”

“The point is, she loves you. Clearly. And it takes two, and I’ll be busy with my research, especially once the snow melts and the anomalies become more active in the spring and summer, but…” Ford bit his lip. This was a bad idea. If he makes it seem that the only reason why Stan needs to be here is because of Mabel, if or when she’s gone, then Stan will have no reason to stay. And there were many reasons why Ford wanted Stan to stay.

Despite how much of a social-cripple Ford was, he knew that Stan was homeless. His frequent traveling and how full his car was right now was enough proof of that. And Ford hated that for his brother.

But there was another, bigger reason why Ford wanted Stan to stay. So he better just say it.

“Do you know why I went to Backupsmore?” Ford asked.

Stan’s facial expression darkened as he looked away and he shrugged. “Cuz I fucked up your project?”

“No,” Ford answered plainly. “I may not have been accepted into West Coast Tech, but there were so many other colleges that wanted me. I could apply to Yale or Harvard or any college from New York to California and instantly be accepted.

“But I didn’t.” The author added grimly. “Stanley, when you left… When you were gone, I was a mess. So many days I just lied in bed without meals or sleep. Ma was hysterical. I failed most of my exams and only barely scraped a C in the ones I didn’t fail. My GPA dropped significantly and I even lost my Honor Roll. Thankfully my past grades were enough to let me graduate with a 3.2, but my clean record was stained and a lot of prestigious colleges didn’t want me.

“All I wanted at that point was to get as far away from Glass Shard as possible. Luckily there was a small college outside of San Francisco that practically accepted everyone and had a wide range of studies to offer, so I applied and was accepted by graduation day.”

“Good for you.” Stan grunted.

“No! The point is, I…” Ford groaned, feeling like he was failing, but he had to try. “I understand if you don’t want to stay. I understand you have your own life and things you want to do, and I can live without you again if I have to, but… I really, really don’t want to. Yes, I know that part of growing up is going in different directions and being independent and all the other bells and whistles, but it doesn’t have to be. So, if you can tolerate living under the same roof as me again, and if you’re okay with it, I want to offer you a job.”

Stan raised an eyebrow at the six-fingered man. “What kinda job?”

“The committee gives me monthly boosts so I can continue my research. As long as I prove to them once a year that progress is being made, I have a good income coming in. It is a big job, exploring the large woods, climbing mountains and waterfalls, combing the lake, mapping the Enchanted Forest, and hunting down monsters and anomalies to learn more about them. I’ve always managed to make it out of trouble alright, but… I need a partner, and I want to keep it in the family.” Ford smiled at the last sentence.

“What are you saying?” Stan sneered, not daring to believe, not daring to hope, but that stupid smile Ford had…

“I’m saying I want you to do this with me, Stanley.” Ford said matter-of-factly. “I can share the grant with you after bills are paid and groceries are purchased. We can renovate the small room on the ground floor to be Mabel’s bedroom and you can have the entire attic as your own space.

“I know it’s not sailing around the world, but… Please. Will you give me another chance?” Ford pleaded with a soft smile.

Stan grinned and shook his head. “Shit, Sixer, you’re a better salesman than me.” He looked him in the eyes. “Okay. Yes. I’ll stay.”

Ford’s cheeks puffed with happiness as he smiled, his lips pressed together, and he looked ahead, happily daydreaming his future. Being surrounded by weirdness for a living was amazing by itself; doing it with his twin and raising their niece together on top of it was better than anything he could have imagined.

Stan was watching him and laughed good-naturedly, then held out a hand to him. Ford blinked at it like a startled owl, but then returned the smile and sealed the deal with a high-six.

Both brothers stood contently outside with their cigars for a minute, but then heard a bowl clatter on the floor. Mabel must be making a mess in the kitchen, which was fine.

What wasn’t fine was the sound that followed of a body falling on the floor.

Ford raised an eyebrow and called calmly, “Mabel, are you alright?”

They both expected a quick “yeah, sorry, I’m okay,” and maybe an explanation to follow, like she tripped getting down from a chair or something. But there was no reply.

“Mabel, sweetie?” Stan hollered, trying not to sound mad or scared or anything but cool-under-pressure, but this voice trembled with fear.

Still no answer.

Ford and Stan quickly discarded their cigars and bolted inside. Racing like children for cookies, they soon stood at the doorway of the kitchen and were horrified to find Mabel sprawled on the floor on her front, her hair scattered over her face to hide her expression, and her legs and bottom-half of her body slowly fading.

Literally. Fading. Mabel was fading away. She was disappearing like a stain on cloth.

“MABEL!” The men screamed and were immediately on their knees beside her. Ford scooped her up into his arms and felt her pulse and looked over her.

“What happened to her?!” Stan cried out. “Pumpkin, what’s wrong?!”

Ford’s eyes widened in panic as a horrifying realization slapped him in the face. “Mabel… You changed history.”

The tired girl nodded with her eyes closed. “If… If you guys had a fight… and never made up… in my timeline, then I guess…” Mabel paused to yawn tiredly. It didn’t hurt, but she was really sleepy now.“I guess that timeline doesn’t exist anymore, huh? I guess I don’t exist anymore.”

“WHAT?!” Stan yelled and took Mabel’s hand and squeezed it. “We have to do something! You’re family! You’re… We can’t just let you d- not exist!”

Ford held Mabel tighter and closer to his warm chest, making her smile. She swore she could hear his heartbeat. It was too fast. She would have to fix that. Poor Ford was also shaking like a leaf. Mabel could fix that, too.

“I’ll exist.” She smiled up at her uncles. “In a few years.”

Ford bit his lip. He shouldn’t ask this, it was probably dangerous to learn about the future, but the worst was already happening. What else could possibly happen that was worse than losing his girl? Ford couldn’t help but ask, “When?”

“August 31st, 1999.” Mabel’s eyes dazzled. “You’ll meet Dipper, too.” She shifted her eyes to only Stan and whispered, “Did you know you were there? You came to see us when we were born?”

Stan’s eyes watered as he smiled at the new piece of information. “I did?”

“You did. I came out first. You were so proud when I kicked the doctor in the jaw.”

Stan made a watery chuckle and wiped at his eye. “That’s my girl.”

“Dipper came next. He was blue. Umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.”

“Was he okay?” Stan asked.

“He was fine. You knew he would be. You never doubted.”

“I never will, pumpkin. I swear.”

The fading is now much worse. It was spreading over Mabel like a virus. Her legs were hardly visible to the naked eye, and even her shoulders were losing color. This Mabel is almost completely gone.

Ford, pressed for time, bit his lip as tears flooded his eyes and he cupped Mabel’s cheek and cradled her. “I… I can’t let you go! We just started to become a real family! Wh-What am I going to do without you?!”

Mabel smiled and used the free hand not holding Stan’s trembling hand to caress Ford’s jaw and lower cheek, then cupping his face so her fingertips grazed his sideburn. “It’s okay, really. I’ll see you again, and next time it’ll be when both of you come to see us. Totally worth it.”

Ford held his breath, and shut his eyes, a tear escaping from each eye and sitting comfortably in the corners of his windows to his soul. Stan hiccuped a laugh and rubbed her hand between both of his. Both of them were doing everything in their power not to cry.

To that, Mabel laughed and said, “Boys are stupid. It’s okay to cry.”

The cursed power of Mabel. Making people be honest and breaking dams.

Ford curled into his niece, his face sloe to her heart, and cried gently. He wasn’t ready, but he didn’t think he could ever be ready for this.

Stan laughed with tears streaming down his face and he kissed Mabel’s tiny fingers trapped in his hold, then held their hands close to his bowed forehead and just focused on feeling her pulse between his palms.

It only lasted another minute.

Ford was mortified when his chest sank and his arms were empty. He threw himself back and stared at his lap and felt sick to his stomach to find his little girl missing.

Stan’s hands also clasped together and he squeezed tightly, his fists against his trembling lips as he cried.

The genius who always seemed to know what to do didn’t have a damn clue what to do with himself. He growled in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, then let out a painful howl and moan that most definitely disturbed birds and made a deer or two gallop farther away.

Ford removed his glasses and held his knees, sobbing his heart out. Stan blinked his tears off his eyes, resulting in them rolling down his face, as he watched his brother completely shatter to pieces. He had seen him upset before, sure; all those years of bullying, of Pa’s outbursts and sometimes physical punishments, hopelessness that he was actually worth something. You don’t spend seventeen years with a person and not see them break every so often, granted the blessing to help them put themselves back together again.

But Ford didn’t need Stan to swoop in and fix it. There were no bullies to punch or parents to stand against or jokes to crack that would make this okay. All Stan could do was throw his arms around him and bury his face into Ford’s shoulder and cry, too.

So that’s what they did on the kitchen floor for over an hour.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dipper blinked to try to see, but all he saw around him was inky blackness for miles. His heart raced as he looked around for his sister. “Mabel? Mabel! Mabel, answer me!”

The boy scrambled and collapsed out of a portable potty at the fair. He blinked his eyes rapidly to adjust to the sunlight, scurrying off his hands and knees, clutching the warm time-machine in his hands. Wendy was still admiring her price and Robbie was still sulking, and Waddles was still trying to get away from Pacifica.

That didn’t matter! Mabel was stranded back in time! But how far back?! When was Mabel?! Dipper started jamming the button, but the machine wasn’t working, and it was soon swiped from him by a black-gloved hand.

“Mason Pines,” A gruff voice commanded above him and Dipper looked up to find two new guys with that Blendin guy. The two other guys were muscular and guarded with high-tech armor.

“You are under arrest for violating the Time-Traveler's Code of Conduct and for jeopardizing the timestream.” The man labeled as Dundgren stated as serious as death.

“Do you have any idea how many rules you just broke?!” Blendin squawked. “I’m asking. I wasn’t there with you. It was probably a lot, right?”

“Wait, wait please!” Dipper begged as the two members of the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadrent each grabbed the boy by an arm. “My sister! She’s still back there! We have to get her!”

“You have the right to remain silent.” The man labeled as Lolph informed robotically. “Anything you say can and already has been used in the Court of Time-Law.”

“Let me go, Mabel needs-...” And Dipper and the three time-travelers were blasted forward in time.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the endless space of time, Dipper was levitated off the ground by a giant baby using the power of his forehead-hourglass to trap him in a baby-blue field. Members of the the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadrent circled the two, and Blendin stood with his arms crossed over his chest and smiling smugly as the kid who caused so much trouble was getting what he deserved.

“You and your sister have broken the eternal laws of space-time.”

“I’m sorry!” Dipper cried out, trying to fight the energy circling him, but it was futile. “I’m sorry! Do what you want to me, just help my sister!”

“Your sister does not require help, nor do you require punishment.” Time Baby informed as he held his feet. “You are lucky the events that occurred do not change anything drastically. However, your timeline has shifted and therefore this reality’s version of you and your sister are no longer viable and will cease to exist.”

“What?!” Dipper squeaked and looked down at his body to find his legs disappearing. “No no NO! What’s happening to me?!”

“You and your twin sister will be born again on August 31st, 1999, but too many things are different in your timeline for this version of you to continue to exist.”

“W-W-What did I do wrong?! What did I change?!” Dipper cried out as his whole body was drained of color. “What changed in our timeline?!”

“Your uncles have amended their bond thirty-four years ahead of schedule. As unfortunate as this is, your sister miraculously delayed the plans of Bill Cipher by an entire millennia.”

“What uncles?!” Dipper asked, panicked as the fading reached his neck. “Who’s Bill Cipher?!”

“If you wanted the answers you sought out, you should have been patient.” Time Baby scolded. “We all get the answers we seek… in time.”

“P-P-Please!” Dipper begged as he appeared as a ghost. “Please! What did Mabel do?!”

Time Baby cruelly stayed silent, testing Dipper’s strengths, but he was dying, anyways. Might as well.

“She met the Author of the Journals. Your missing uncle.”

Dipper’s eyes widened. “Mabel…” He rasped, and then he ceased to exist.

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #fanfiction #stanford pines #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #angst #why did i write this?#cuz fuck you that's why #I HAD TO I’M SORRY #pls don't hate me

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Shenanigans and Love (Adrenaline Junkie Part 13)

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Warnings: the Warden, mentions of death, phantom pain syndrome, extreme fluff

Word count: 3,226

The light glow of the redstone lamp illuminated your work space. Currently, it was about two hours before everybody was due to wake up and you were hovering over your journal containing your notes on the Warden. Not much was known about the cave-dwelling creature, but you found a couple of books about it at the library. So far, you found out that it indeed didn’t have eyes; it navigated via a mixture of hearing and a vibration network found in the blocks that had the glowing tentacles on them (you now knew that they were called ‘sculk blocks’). The sculk blocks would pick up on movement or touch, it would send vibration waves through the air, where it would reach the Warden’s own sculk stalks. Without the sculk stalks on the Warden’s head, the Warden was defenseless.

You also read about the anatomy of the creature. Known juvenile specimens ranged from seven to eleven feet tall while adults spanned from twelve to a whopping twenty feet tall. While their average lifespan is unknown due to the parasitic nature of the beast, it is known that they are out of their juvenile stage once they are approximately twenty years old. Thinking back on the one in the cave, it was about twice as tall as you were. That was a juvenile mob and it’s probably grown rapidly since then. The thing that killed you so viciously was a juvenile. You shuddered thinking about what an adult could do.

Juveniles are charted to be more erratic in their decisions while adults were known to be calculating and alert. Known weaknesses were known to be the sculk stalks and the heart. It was going to be incredibly difficult to take it down by yourself, but if worse comes to worse, you’d gladly take the beast down with you. Just in case, you left behind a small will with things you were planning on giving to your family. You were going to leave your workshop and your blueprints to Arthur, your collection of diamonds to Tommy and Wilbur, your stock of netherite and gold to Technoblade, and your wealth and life savings to Philza. You requested that Philza take care of Arthur, you couldn’t ask for a better father figure to have than Philza. Only the best for Arthur. In addition, you had a letter prepared for every member of your family. They were still in their first drafts, but they were coming along fast. In them, you detailed how grateful you were for every single one of them and reminisced on your favorite memory you shared with them. You still had about a week and a half left before you planned on attacking the cave, but you always liked to have extra time to complete things.

Your alarm clock sounded with harsh, lazer like beeps before you quickly silenced it. You didn’t need Arthur or Philza waking up so early. Sighing, you hid your journal and letters under a false bottom drawer and gently closed it. You trudged up the stairs quietly and made your way to the bathroom to shower for the day. When you took off your prosthetic, you could feel the phantom pains shoot up your nonexistent wing. In addition to that, the feathered stump and the areas around it felt stiff. The warmth of the shower did nothing to alleviate the pain.

After your shower, you started to make breakfast. Soon after, the other members of the household filed into the kitchen with differing energies. Arthur, the hyper, knowledge craving kid he was, walked into the kitchen with a bounce in his step and his head held high while Philza followed him with disheveled hair and tired blue eyes. With breakfast situated at the table, everyone started eating. You continuously shifting uncomfortably in your seat didn’t go unnoticed by the two as they eyed you after they woke up a little more.

Finally having enough of your constant movement, Philza finally spoke up, “(y/n)?” You hummed, turning to look at him, “yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

You suddenly become hyper aware of your movements as you force your body to sit still. “Everything’s fine, why you ask?”

“You look a little uncomfortable. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

You sighed, “I’ll tell you later. Arthur did you have anything specific you wanted to learn today?”

His eyes shone with the brightness of all of the stars in the universe as he made quick work to swallow his mouthful of toast, jumping in his seat slightly as he chewed. “Yes! I was wondering if you could teach me how to work with comparators!”

“That takes a lot of time and patience to learn, we probably won’t get it all done by the end of the day today. Is that alright?” He enthusiastically nodded, shoving the last bit of toast in his mouth and running off with a mouthful of unchewed bread.

You could feel a slight worry stab your gut, “Arthur, swallow your food before you run! You could choke!”

You watched as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, vigorously chewed, swallowed, and resumed his sprint upstairs. You dragged a tired hand through your hair and sipped at your coffee.

“Ender, now I know how you felt with us when we were kids. Kid’s gonna be the death of me.”

Your dad chuckled, sipping at his own coffee. “He’s a lot more tame than you four were. Techno and Wilbur weren’t that bad, you were just a tad bit more chaotic, and well, you remember how Tommy was. You’re just way too worried about him. Kids will be kids, they do crazy things and sometimes you can’t stop them. After the couple months of adopting Tommy, I just let him learn from his mistakes. You gotta let them learn from their mistakes or else they’re never gonna learn. It’s just something all parents have to do if they want their kid to grow as a person.”

“That’s tr- wait, parent? Arthur’s my protégé, not my kid.”

He smirked over his mug and raised an eyebrow at you, “really? Cuz you seem awfully worried about him.”

“Dad. I’m just worried that he’s gonna accidentally kill himself. What, can I not be worried about my protégé?”

“No need to get defensive, just trying to point out the obvious-”

“The obvious? Dad, I'm only twenty. I’m not adopting anyone anytime soon.”

“I adopted Techno when I was twenty three,” he pointed out with raised eyebrows, “besides, I think you’d be a great parent. You’re already a parental figure for Arthur anyways, so nothing would change too much.”

You were silent for a moment as you stared at him blankly. You never viewed yourself as a parental figure type before. Your current lifestyle of never leaving your workshop would never be able to accommodate having someone that depended on you. You could hardly take care of a goldfish (you still had Bubbles’ grave in the backyard at your house in L’manberg), let alone an entire human child. Sure, you babysat Fundy when Niki was too busy to, but that was your nephew and it was only for a day at a time. You planned on taking Arthur with you back to L’manberg (only if he wanted to of course), but you didn’t think that far ahead. He was probably going to have to stay at your house. You weren’t cut out to be a parent, you wouldn’t be good enough for Arthur.

Philza, noticing your slightly panicked zoned out state, quickly reassured you, “you don’t have to make a definitive decision right now, you have time. Just- just consider it. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to come to me. I think I’ve raised enough kids to know what I’m doing,” he chuckled to himself.

Your feathered wing dropped in relief as you gave him your best smile over your coffee mug. “Thanks Dad, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you, you’re a lifesaver.” Right after that, a particularly large burst of pain shot along the length of your nonexistent right wing and loitered in the area around the base of your wing. You bit your tongue at the sudden pain as you felt the muscles twitch.

“It’s no problem, I’ll always be here to help ya.” He smiled at you before his eyes snapped to something behind you. His smile dropped as he eyed you concerningly, pointing behind you. “Is- is it supposed to do that?”

You followed his eyes behind you to your prosthetic wing. The metal was twitching in sporadic bursts with varying intensity. You could hear the slight scratching of the metal clashing lightly against the wooden chair. Though it was very inconvenient, you supposed you should be glad that it was moving with the muscle impulses of the muscles you used in flight. Suddenly, you could feel a muscle directly on the base of your wing twitch as the metal moved in tandem with the impulse. The entire wing extended to it’s full length and knocked over the chair next to you. It stood erect for a bit before another twitch caused another spasm that worked its way throughout the length of your metal wing. This time, the wing reared back to your body and almost smacked you in the face. If you didn’t move, your eye would’ve probably been plucked out by one of the metal feathers.

Your flesh wing puffed up slightly in embarrassment as you turned to look back at the blond man in front of you, “technically? I mean, it’s just the sensors picking up on the twitching. I-I’ll get the chair.”

As you stood up, you grunted in pain as another spasm hit you. This time, your wing extended fully perpendicularly to your back causing the muscles in the base of your nubby wing to be pulled unexpectedly. Hissing, your hand shot to rub at the base of your wing. “Fuck that was a bad one.”

You heard the screech of wood on wood as Philza stood up and hurried over to you, dodging a couple of swings from your wing. His hands were hovering indecisively in front of him. “Tell me what I need to do.”

“Take it off. Just- hhh, just take the sensors off. There should be seven of them, all on my back and shoulders.” You bent over with your hands gripping the table with each spasm of your muscles. You could feel the fabric of your shirt being pulled slightly from your body and the warmth of your dad’s hand brushing against your twitching skin as he hurriedly ripped the sensors off your skin.

Once they were all off, the metal wing drooped limply downwards, occasionally being moved slightly when what’s left of the flesh stiffened. “Good, can you unfasten the belts? There’s three of them, they’re a little- ah, a little tricky. After that, carefully pull the metal out through the slit in my shirt. Make sur- sure the sensors don’t rip.”

You sighed when you felt the wing being taken off from you and pulled through the slit in your shirt. Slumping back down into your chair, you reached a hand around to nead the skin on your back. You could feel the twitching slowly decrease in intensity, leaving a sore feeling in its wake. Your wing was placed gently onto the table in front of you, some parts hanging off the side. “Goddamn, I haven’t had an episode that bad since I grinded out making weapons for the War.”

You could hear water running before a glass was placed in front of you and Philza picked up the chair you knocked over and pulled it up next to you. He started to rub circles around the muscles around your wing. You sighed in content, feeling the knots in your back being relieved, “thanks. That feels good.”

“(y/n)?” A small voice said from the doorway of the kitchen. You shot up and bit back a groan when your sore muscles were moved. The young boy was leaning into the doorway with his hands on the sides and his mop of brilliant copper hair hung downwards. He looked worried and slightly scared.

“Hey Arthur, we can start your lesson soon, I just need a sec.”

“Are you okay?” His wavering tone and small voice combined with the tears slowly filling his eyes broke your heart. Eyes softening, you stood up and walked over to him, pulling him into a soft hug. “Of course I’m okay, you don’t need to worry buddy,” you deepened your voice and spoke dramatically, ‘(Y/n) Minecraft the Great, Conqueror of the Unknown’ will never be taken down!”

He gave a watery chuckle against your shirt and burrowed his head deeper into your shoulder, gripping you tighter. You reached up to stroke his hair and wrapped your left wing around him loosely, shielding him from the world with a protective feathery barrier. You could hear Philza picking up dishes from the table and quietly start to do the dishes. Despite the occasional twitch in your back and the phantom pain shooting down your wing, you directed all of your attention to Arthur. Eventually, he pulled away and wiped at his blotchy face. “Are you still up for the lesson?”

Just as Arthur opened his mouth, Philza interrupted him from behind you, “you’re not doing anything until you feel better (y/n).”

“Dad, honestly it isn’t that-”

“Don’t say it honestly isn’t that bad, we both know that’s not true. You’re on bedrest for today.”

You grumbled to yourself as you stood up and handed your glass of water to Arthur, who sipped at the contents giving you a small “thank you.” Nodding, you were escorted out of the kitchen by Philza and ushered to the couch. Once you were laying down on your stomach, he handed you a book and placed a hot water bottle on your back. Before you could stop it, a pleased hum left your lips as your body relaxed on the couch. “You’re staying here. I better not find you anywhere else when Arthur and I come home.”

You lifted your head up and stared at him with an eyebrow raised, “where’re you taking him?”

The corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes lit up slightly before he put on his stern facade once more. “Just to the village. I need to pick up a few things.”

“And you need him why…?”

“Well, I can’t go without someone helping me! I’m an old man after all.” He started to nudge Arthur towards the door and slipped his shoes on.

“You’re only thirty six, but whatever. Arthur, be good for my dad.”

“Alright (y/n), feel better soon!” He gave you a bright smile before he was pulled out of the house by Philza.

You tried to read, but the nagging worry for Arthur in the back of your mind never allowed for you to be immersed in your book. You knew Philza would never let anything happen to him, but you couldn’t help but worry whenever Arthur wasn’t in your line of sight. You supposed that it was a part of being an avian hybrid; you needed to constantly know if the child was alright. You tried to force yourself to go to sleep, but the pain prevented you from doing so, so you ended up mindlessly watching the seconds tick by on the clock. Before you knew it, your eyes closed and you were put in a light slumber.

You were awoken by the front door opening and laughter filling the house. You cracked open your crusty eyes and groaned as you sat up. You looked at the two with bleary eyes. Arthur was laughing at something Philza said as the blond looked over at you. “Hey hun, you feelin better?”

“Yeah a bit. What’d you get at the village?”

“Just some things for dinner. Arthur, wanna help me cook?”

Arthur, being the walking ball of sunshine that he was, nodded vigorously and started to drag the older man to the kitchen. Furrowing your brow, you called out to them, “do you want me to help?”

“No, stay there. Don’t come in!” Arthur’s excited voice shouted back to you, making you raise a brow at his words. You couldn’t lie, you felt nervous at his words. Just what did he have in store for you? Occasionally, you could hear yelps and bangs, which made you want to go into the kitchen even more. But you held off, trusting Philza.

About an hour and a half passed before you were summoned to the kitchen by an overly excited Arthur. Once in the kitchen, you were in slight awe. Spread out on the table was your favorite meal with the addition of fresh cookies left to cool on the stovetop. “All this for me?”

They smiled at you as Arthur ushered you to your spot at the table. “I… don’t know what to say. I- thank you guys.”

“Don’t thank me, it was all Arthur’s idea. I just helped.” Philza looked over at the blushing boy with a smile.

You reached over to ruffle his hair, “well, thank you Arthur. You know me too well, these are all my favorites!”

The boy bashfully smiled at you, “there’s something else too, but that’s for after dinner.”

You put a hand against your heart, touched, “Two surprises in one day? Ender, you’re spoiling me!” Arthur laughed at you.

Dinner went by fast with light-hearted laughter bouncing throughout the kitchen. The dinner and cookies tasted amazing, your taste buds felt like they were in heaven. After dinner, Arthur drug you to your room with an excited Philza following you two. On your bed sat your wing, but it had colorful things attached to the surface. Furrowing your brow, you looked closer to find various magnets sticking to the iron surface.

They ranged from the nonbinary flag to small mobs to little puns (your favorite ones were ‘olive you’ and ‘bird puns fly right over my head’). You could feel your smile widening at every magnet you saw, your wing fluttering in happiness. One of the magnets made you stop completely though as you stared at it with wide eyes. It was simple, but oh did it make your heart sing in joy and your eyes fill with tears. On the magnet, in big, bold letters were the words ‘world’s best parent’.

“Arthur…” You looked at him through blurred vision. He looked nervous, looking anywhere but at you and shifting on the balls of his feet. You lunged forward and pulled him into a tight hug and wrapped your wing around him, making sure he was as close to you as possible.

Philza watched the exchange with a soft smile before he decided to let you two have some privacy. His heart was full of happiness as he walked downstairs to clean up the kitchen with a bounce in his step and his wings fluttering uncontrollably. He was ecstatic to officially welcome Arthur to his family. Sure, he had a small hand in leading Arthur over to the ‘world’s best parent’ magnet, but it was Arthur that picked out the magnet for you. He knew you were going to make a fantastic parent.

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