#and i was like oh you can just kill youself brother

[bongwatershots]

Being transmasc and bi is out of pocket why do I hate older men with the passion of a gay man and a traumatized teenage girl combined

[fallingappleshurt]

You do it for them so you know they can win

(This is very bad I wrote it while sleep deprived I’m so sorry okay byeeeeee! I am not the creator of this AU but I feel nervous about tagging them again)

His eyes burned as he glared intently at the screen, hands shaking as he slashed at the other player. He had been training for weeks, if he didn’t have carpal tunnel before he was definitely gonna get it now. He was so focused on his match that he didn’t hear a knock on the door, a moment later there was another unheard knock, then the door cracked open.

“Hey, Tech,” Wilbur said, poking his head through the door. No answer.

“Techno.”

Nothing

“Techno!”

Still nothing.

“Techno!” Wilbur shot forwards and slapped Techno on the back of the head., he yelped, jumping in his seat.

Techno shook his headphones off around his neck, looking annoyed, “What Wilbur? I’m kind of busy.”

“That’s the issue,” Wilbur huffed, “You’re always ‘kind of busy’, are you seeing in cubes yet?”

Techno scoffed, rolling his eyes, “No, I’m just training-”

“Yeah that’s all you’ve been doing, for the past three weeks.” Wilbur cut in, “You haven’t done anything else, you barely even eat with us! This stupid duel can’t mean that much! It’s just a Minecraft game! I know you are used to sacrificing your mental and physical health over mindless shit but come on! There has to be a limit!”

Techno looked to the side, avoiding Wilbur’s scowl. He hadn’t told them that 100,000 dollars rested on this duel, he wouldn’t be able to bear the looks of sadness if he lost…

No, he wasn’t going to think like that, he had to win, for his family.

“Look Wil, I’m sorry that I haven’t been around much recently but, I-I need to do this-”

“No you don’t! There is more to life than stroking your pride!” Wilbur cut him off again. Techno narrowed his eyes.

“This isn’t about my pride, jackass.”

“Then what is this about?”

“I,” He paused, he wanted to tell someone else about the money, wanted to vent and say that he was nervous. He wanted Phil to not worry about the bills and work himself sick, for Wilbur to be able to work less hours at his job and spend time with his friends.

For Tommy to have a stable environment, more stable than the one Phil had worked so hard to create that was slowly chipping as the cost of rent and local grocery store prices went up.

He saw the guilt in his eyes as he nervously told Phil about the fees for the sports team he joined, it made his chest ache.

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry I just can’t,” Techno finally responded, shaking his head, turning back to his computer.

Wilbur gave him a disheartened look, “Fine. If you want to ruin yourself over a stupid duel then go ahead.” He slammed the door.

It was the day of duel and Techno was silently losing his mind. The rich kid who set it all up, nicknamed ‘Beast’ had invited him and Dream over to his house to use his equipment, which was undoubtedly better than theirs. He put on his favorite hoodie for good luck.

He was on his way out the door when Phil clapped him on the shoulder, “You got this!” Tommy stuck his tongue out and gave him a thumbs up, “You got this Blade! Go get that green haired bastard!”

Techno’s lips quirked up into a smile, “Thanks guys.”

“He won’t stand a chance, you have been practicing like a madman,” Techno turned to see Wilbur sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone, he looked up briefly, “Knock him dead,”

Techno nodded, “I'll try!”

He was a nervous wreck all the way there, going back to his old finger biting habit as he walked. He walked into a neighborhood that looked like it came from a movie, huge houses with nicely manicured lawns. He got there, entered a house that was so clean it made him nervous to touch anything, greeted Dream and Beast then it was time.

He was gonna puke.

It was the last fight, they were tied 5 to 5, Techno’s hands were shaking. He wanted to help his brothers, to Dream this was just a casual duel, all for fun, and it was, but this much money could drastically change the Pandel’s lives.

He moved fast, trading off hits with his axe and blocking with his shield, one final swing and it was over.

He won.

He won.

He could barely even process it as he got up to meet Dream and Beast.

“Congratulations to Techno, the best minecraft player!” Beast said, clapping his hands, “You both fought well, it was very close.”

Techno nodded, his chest felt tight, but in the good way.

“You did good man,” Dream stuck out his hand, Techno shook it, “So did you.”

Beast handed Techno a partially sealed envelope, Techno shifted through it’s contents to pull out a check, for 100,000 dollars.

He was going to pass out.

He talked with Beast and Dream a bit more, thanking Beast, joking with Dream, then started home.

The sky was warm, seeping pink and orange onto the horizon, a cool breath drifted through the air as he walked and could finally breathe.

He did.

He actually did it.

Techno waited until he got out of Beast’s neighborhood then he cheered loudly, spinning in a circle on his heels.

“Oh my God! Yes! I can’t believe it! Oh my God!” He gasped to himself, hands shaking, he was laughing, shoving his hands in his hair.

He could finally tell someone, he could tell his brothers.

That though alone powered him, he jogged all the way home, hand wrapped tightly around the envelope in his pocket.

Racing up the stairs, tripping over his own feet, he shoved open the door to their apartment, stumbling in loudly, causing Phil in the kitchen to jump and Tommy to fall off the couch.

“I did it! I won!” He panted, taking deep breaths.

“That’s great!” Phil said, stepping out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel.

“I knew you could do it Blade!” Tommy said, scrambling to stand up. Wilbur’s head peered out from the hall, “You did it? Nice job, now can you stop trying to kill youself over a game?”

Techno laughed before, jamming his hand in his pocket, grabbing the envelope, and thrusting it into Phil’s hands.

“What’s this?” He asked, turning it over in his hands.

“Just-just read it,” Techno could barely get the words, “It’s for you,”

Phil opened the envelope and pulled out the check, he balked as he scanned over the amount, eyes widening.

He froze for a solid minute then finally.

“Is- is this real?” His voice was hoarse, eyes flickering between Techno and the check.

Techno nodded nervously, swallowing. “Yeah, it’s real.”

“What is it?” Tommy asked, him and Wilbur peering over Phil’s shoulder to see, both freezing in place when they got the amount.

“How- when- where did you get this?” Wilbur asked, eyes locking on Techno.

“It was the prize from the duel,” He spoke softly, looking between them, Wilbur was confused, Phil was in shock, and Tommy hadn't moved, still staring at the check.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were competing for money?” Phil asked.

“I- I didn’t want to disappoint you guys if I, if I lost,” He chuckled nervously, looking at the floor, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

In an instant arms wrapped around his ribs and he was hosted up, air being squeezed out of his lungs as Tommy swung him around yelling incomprehensibly. He laughed as Phil crashed into the other side of him, crushing him. Wilbur was yelling too, messing up his hair.

“Guys- I can’t breath,” He gasped out, laughing.

It took a lot of convincing but Tommy finally let go of him, his shrieking laughter still echoing throughout the apartment.

They ordered out for the first time in a long time and sat on the couch to watch movies, Wilbur and Tommy pushed each other, almost slipping their food, as they tried to get more space. Techno fell asleep within the first 30 minutes of the movie, completely exhausted.

He blinked groggily, trying to gain his bearings, the apartment was dark with only a small light filtering from the kitchen. The oven light flashing the time, 2:57. Techno shifted to stand up, the blanket placed over top of him slipping back onto the couch, he knew Tommy was already asleep and he didn’t wanna risk waking him up.

Pulling himself into a standing position, he stretched, then made his way to the kitchen to get some water. He paused when he saw Phil, sitting at the kitchen table, laptop open, typing furiously.

“Phil? What are you doing up?”

Phil jumped, squinting at Techno before shaking his head, “Just working on a few things,” He stood up suddenly, walked over to Techno and slung his arms around him in a hug, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head.

Startled, Techno paused for a moment before slowly hugging him back and they stayed like that. Phil sighed, whispering;

“Thank you. You did good kid, you did good.”

[equizona]

Oh ok! I apologize.

Maybe instead of springtrap she thinks William is a homeless guy? And just gose "well damm he looks dead. Might as well him"

(sorry if this was annoying and that's actually interesting how you use the lore! I've never heard that theroy before!)

Hope you have an amazing day\night!

🌧️ anon

Okay so basically, the way I use the lore, Micheal somehow gets amnesia[seen by the survival logbook] and goes after William, suing clues his father has left behind. Leaving him to going to sister location looking for his father. There he gets used as a meat suit by ennard[the sister location animatronics] and he eventually rots and turns purple. Because of this, he goes to fnaf one and fnaf two, before going to fnaf 3 where he gets mistaken by the crying children[since he is now purple like his father] and gets shoved into the suit of golden bonnie, fredbears partner. This leaves him with some memories of his younger brother, more specifically his younger brother's death. So, shown by one of the cutscenes in the games, he awaknes as springtrap.

Of course this is only my personal interpretation, combined with theories I have of the game, now on with the request.

Yandere Family Headcanons [Fnaf]

[Female reader][Plantonic]

Of course you'd end up as a builder, as your dad, William Afton used to build animatronics. So, when you ended up as a orphan because of your family dying and dissapearing, it was a memory you kept close you youself, making it into a hobby, and later a job.

I think any person would be concerned by a person looking dead, most likely homeless, on the streets. So you brought him home. You would call an ambulanse, but there wasn't any obvious injuries.

As a builder, you probably know a few medical tips incase something happened on site. So you try getting him energized.

William won't see that you're his daughter at first. So he'll be on guard. Then you'll intredouce yourself.

"Hello, I'm Y/N Afton. You were on the streets, so I took you here to help since you seemed kinda dead."

If you're his child, you'd probably inherit how blunt he can be, so with the last name, appearance and attitude, he'll be kind of confused.

But then again, all his children died, right? Elizabeth with Baby, Micheal with Springtrap and Chris with Fredbear.

Then it hit him, his youngest child never died. A child that matched your name and appareance.

"Are you by any chance an orphan?"

Like I've stated, he's blunt. He doesn't like sugercoating or avoiding things.

You'll also have William's uncaring personality about giving away information.

"Yes, but how did you know?"

"Name of your family?"

Of course you'll be suspicious now.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just answer the question."

William has a freaky way of getting what he wants. So, with hesitation you'll answer him. No worries, most do.

"William Afton was my father. Clara Afton was my mom. I had an klder sister named Elizabeth Afton, and two older brothers by the names Micheal and Chris."

"Oh holy fuck."

He'll leave, and you won't see him for a few weeks. But don't think he hasn't seen you.

He'd be stalking you. After all, everyone else in his family had died. How could he not want to see what his youngest child had done with her life?

And you're a builder. He used to make animatronics, and he's smart. He'll pick up on that. He ended up getting some of your blood, and getting a DNA check.

He's now 100% sure that you are his daughter. And there no way in hell he'll let you die as well.

But he knows he's wanted for murder. So he stays away, watches and takes care of you from a distance. Until some nasty old man tries to get laid.

With you.

No way in hell is he letting that happen, and when the man won't let go of you despite your quite obvious no?

He'll get violent.

He created animatronics to kill and murder children. He has murdered children himself, and he enjoyed it.

What's to say he won't like decapitation this man too?

He does. You don't.

He can see the fear you have. No recognition. Only fear. So he tells you to leave.

But now he has no reason to leave you alone anymore. You already saw the worst he can get, right? And the police can now trace you to him.

No reasom to stay hidden.

So he'll get close to you. Not that you have any choice.

You'll never get to date anyone again. Any friends he thinks are unnecessary? Their dead.

He's a cold-hearted murderer. And he won't let you get hurt.

Your job can go bye-bye. He'll fake your death and take you with him.

He'll teach you how to be like him.

Even if you don't want it, you don'y have a choice.

You became a builder, right? Just so you could be like him.

And he'll make you like him.

Whether that is what you wanted or not.

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader : Playing With Fire      chapter 25

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Story Summary:  The Huntsman, that is what they called your brother. A name he had earned by hunting down the fey for coin. Coin that is given by Father Carden for his services. You refuse to stand aside and watch how your brother hunts down those who are fey. When you start to warn the fey camps your brother wishes to attack, you find yourself behind enemy lines. But when the Weeping Monk becomes suspicious of you, you realise you are playing with fire.

Chapter Summary: Nyra guides the three of you to your new home. When she speaks to you in private she mentions something that you also worry about.

Notes: Imma post chapter 26 as well. Let me know what you think, please. ^.^

Warnings:  None in this one.

Word count: 1495 words in this chapter.

Chapter:  25/ 34+ something (plus extra chapter to come)

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The people stared when the three of you walked into the town. The place looked like a village. It looked far better then Mirstone even. All homes were made of stone, some houses were larger then others. It was very diverse. Your eyes went wide when you walked past, what looked like, a pub.

Everyone seemed to be going around doing their normal daily business. This place was untouched by the horrors beyond the rocks. "The houses were here when we arrived. We only restored them a little." Nyra explained "Fey have been living here for centuries. The forest around this place provides us with the means to survive, we even have a river. And the rock formations go around this place, the tunnels are the only entrance.

You had wanted to forget about what you had seen in the tunnels, you still didn't truly understand what you had been through “Nyra, those tunnels, they protect the fey ?”

Nyra stopped in her tracks to look at you, she must have heared that your voice had shaken a little. A second later she looked apologetic “Our kind is safe in those tunnels, but to man-bloods...”

Lancelot and Percival were listening too, none of you had understood what had happened to you.

“What happens to those who aren't fey ?” Lancelot's eyes darted to you for a moment.

Nyra seemed reluctant to answer “The tunnels are there to protect us, but at a cost. Those who are not fey and wander into the tunnels perish if we do not find them quickly.”

Lancelot watched your expression change to a horrified one “The tunnels kill them ?”

Nyra nodded in silence “The tunnels...they sense guilt, fear, pain. They use it against man-bloods, making them go insane. Only those guided by fey are able to pass through them. We found out the hard way when we first came here, we had man-bloods with us, half of them disappeared in the tunnels. We had found five of them hallucinating, and three of them were busy clawing their own eyes out.

You gasped for air, remembering how lost you had felt, how afraid you had been. You took a couple of steps, turning away from them as you hugged your chest. The tunnels had fed on your worst nightmares and memories to drive you insane. You took a couple of deep breaths to calm youself down.

Lancelot watched as you distanced yourself from them to compose yourself. He had no idea what you had seen in those tunnels, but know he was certain that it was nothing good. Percival looked up to him and he nodded to the boy and then tilted his head in your direction.

Percival understood the silent communication and went up to you. The boy was hugging you before  you even realised he was next to you.

Nyra send a sorrowful look at Lancelot “She was affected, wasn't she ?”

He gave a nod and watched as the boy consoled you to the best of his abilities “She was hallucinating when we found her.”

“It's a miracle she isn't still hallucinating now, how did it stop ?” She asked him, knowing that he was unaware that she already knew how the hold of the tunnels can be broken.

He averted his eyes from her and watched as you and the boy approached again “I don't really know. She came to her senses not long after she took my hand.”

He left out he part where you had hugged him, had clinged onto him for dear life.

Nyra hummed and then you and the boy joined them again.

Lancelot was looking at you, knowing that you could have died in those tunnels in such a horrifying way made him feel sick.

Nyra beckoned for you to follow again and the three of you, and Goliath, continued to walk. She finally stopped near a house, it was bigger then your tiny home in Mirstone “This one's yours. It has only two bedchambers I'm afraid. But I'm sure you'll figure it out.”

Her eyes had flickered between you and Lancelot for a second and you sighed, why did everyone assume there was something going on between you and him ? This was getting ridiculous.

Lancelot's eyes snapped to the ground when he had seen Nyra look at you and him like that.

You cleared your throat, wanting to break the silence “Thank you, Nyra. This is very kind of you.”

She smiled and gave a nod “Most of us would not be alive if you hadn't helped us. It's the least we can do for you. I do have to tell you that in this village we must all participate to care for the village. I expect you to come see me everday for a chore to be done. The boy will be expected in the building with the large door over there.”

Nyra pointed to a building nearby “The children must still be taught how to read and write properly. And he'll get to be around people his age.”

You and Lancelot nodded in agreement, it were fair terms.

“Sounds good.” You were grateful that the boy would get a chance for a normal life and education.

“No, it doesn't !” Percival sounded appalled at the idea of having to learn in a room filled with other children.

Lancelot nudged the boy's shoulder, before speaking to Nyra “He'll be there. Thank you. For everything.

The boy cussed under his breath.

You took a step in the direction of the house, curious what it would look like inside when a sharp pain went through your abdomen. You had almost forgotten about the bruises and you buckled over, clutching your stomach.

Their attention shot to you right away, the boy ran up to to support you.

“You're hurt.” Nyra concluded “You should go to the infirmary, let our healer see if they can help.”

You stubbornly shook you're head “It's just bruises. He's hurt far worse then I am.”

Nyra watched as you gestured in Lancelot's direction “I fear our healer will not want to help him, y/n. But they will help you.”

Lancelot saw how you were being stubborn about this and he tried to persuade you “Go with Nyra to the infirmary, y/n. I will be alright. You've already helped me, let them help you now.”

He breathed in relief when you nodded and Nyra walked you in the direction of the infirmary.

OoooOOOoooOOOoOOoOOOooOooOO

Nyra started to speak to you when Lancelot and Percival were out of sight as you walked with her to the infirmary.

"I can't believe that you would actually defend the Weeping Monk. I thought you hated him." A look of disbelieve plastered on Nyra's face as she looked at you.

"Yeah, well. If you had told me that a while ago I wouldn't have believed it either." You snorted.

"Even though your brother was the Huntsman, the fey still accept you after everything you have done for us. But him ? I am not sure they will ever accept him." She sounded as worried as you were about it.

You knew you would have to defend him and explain why he was valuable to the fey "The fey need him. He is an incredible fighter, but he is smart as well. He knows how the paladins work and what information they have on your kind. Your enemy's bravest warrior has abandoned them to help his kind."

"What makes you so certain he will not abandon us as well ?" Nyra looked at you intensly.

It was something you had not considered yet, Lancelot could always leave if he wanted to. A pit formed in your stomach at the thought and doubt formed inside of it but you could not show that to her "He won't."

She looked at you a moment longer before she drew a deep breath "There is truth in your words. He is famous for his... skill. Do you trust him ?"

"I find myself trusting him. And I trust that he has no bad intentions towards you or your people." At least that you believed. But you were still getting to know the man who was once the Weeping Monk, you were not sure if he would not just disappear one day. That he would just leave and not come back. You knew he didn't want to harm someone, but that didn't mean that he would actually stick around. He was struggling with his fey heritage and this might just become too much for him one day.

He was raised around man-blood, not fey kind.

Nyra stopped you in front of a small house “I hope you're right. Here lives our healer.”

She gestured to the door and knocked. Soon the door was opened and you were greated by an older man with a big beard.

Nyra gave him a quick explanation before leaving you alone with the healer.

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[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted Part 3

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, human trafficking, mentions of non-con, minor character’s death.

Words: 1600.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

Part 1

Part 2

P.S. Peter is an adult!

This chapter turned out to be shorter, but it's still pretty eventful. Hope you're going to like it <3

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"But what... what if he won't like me? What if he'll take me away?" You sobbed, panic taking over you as you imagined Tony Stark pressing a gun to your forehead.

"No, he'd never do that." Peter left a little kiss behind your ear. "Mr. Stark doesn't take the gifts he's made back. You don't have to be afraid of that."

You sniffed at his words. That's what you were now. A gift. A possession. A pet whose job was keeping its master happy. You had to be grateful you were given to someone like Peter, at least. You didn't know whether he would always treat you kindly, but as of now he had never threatened to hurt you. You could only pray for him to fancy you so he wouldn't throw you away like some garbage - apparently, Tony Stark treated his women exactly like that.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Of course, you got upset." Peter cuddled with you some more, but you weren't sure whether he was being sincere. Wasn't he sending you a clear message?

Don't go against me or you'll end just like her.

"Oh, I have an idea. Let's go out! Do you wanna see the movie or something?"

You did your best to wipe away your tears and stared at the boy, perplexed. "What?"

"We have a nice little cinema not far from here. We could go right now, just let me check what they've having today."

"But didn't you say I can't leave this place?"

"I meant without me." He showed you the same smug smirk Stark was wearing all the time, and you lowered your gaze to Peter's chest instead. "With me close you can go wherever you want to."

Funny thing to say. In thruth, you could go wherever he wanted to take you.

"Wow, they're having Beyond Darkness in 30 min! We gotta go, you'll loooove this."

"Sure."

In five minutes you were already hurrying after Peter and trying to look nowhere but your shoes. Regardless of what was there in Stark's Tower, you didn't want to see it, not even mentioning all those guys with guns scattered across the building. Peter was saying his hello to each and every one of them as if he were some mafia's social butterfly.

Whatever. You knew Peter was Tony's favorite not because he had a pretty face. You had never particularly asked what his role in all this was, but it was obviously something way bigger than running errands for the gang. Maybe it was better to never figure it out.

"Hey girl, wanna have fun?" Somebody to your left asked you, and you flinched involuntarily, keeping your head low.

Peter stopped in the very same second and sent the stranger a hard look.

"Mike, you offer my girl drugs one more time and I'm gonna shoot your cute little brother in the leg, you hear me?"

You raised your eyes to Peter's smiling face and regretted it immediately. There was something so dark in his gaze you wanted to turn around and run until you were back to your room, hiding somewhere in the corner.

"Shit! Sorry, Spidey!" The guy's high-pitched voice sounded frightened. "Didn't know you got a girl!"

"Yeah, yeah, see you later, we're kind of busy now." Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you away, heading to the exit. "I forgot to mention before that we don't do drugs. At all. They're good for business, but not for us, ok, Baby?"

"Yes, Peter." You answered and kept chewing your lips, thinking of all the things he had just said. You suspected him to be more ruthless when you weren't around, but never to such extent. How damn scary was real Peter Parker?

"And don't worry, I'd never shoot his brother in whatever part of his body." The boy said it like it was something obvious and you didn't even need to pay attention to it.

Why then did that guy look completely horrified?

When you had finally stepped outside and felt the wind playing with your hair you were ready to cry. Just walking out of the Tower was a fucking torture.

It was already dark, and you pulled the zipper on your pretty blue jacket up, going almost shoulder to shoulder with Peter. Normally you'd be at least a little scared to walk the streets of a big city at night, but the guy your mother had warned you about was already holding your hand.

The place the boy brought you to was truly small but cozy with nice vintage red seats, the delicious smell of caramel popcorn spreading everywhere. It turned out that the movie was something in between Star Wars and Star Trek, which wasn't surprising because Peter was a sucker for anything related to sci-fi. Anyway, it wasn't bad and you actually enjoyed watching it. The movie helped you to keep your mind off your earlier encounter with the drug trafficker and the words Peter said.

The only way to live like that and stay sane was to turn a blind eye to anything that happened around, you thought. It was cowardly and revolting, but what could you do against one of the most, if not the most, dangerous gangs in New York? Surely, even if by some miracle you could flee the Tower and go to police, would they really be willing to help you? No, they would return you to Mr. Stark. You were a hundred percent sure he got it covered.

"Are you feeling tired, Baby?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Peter who smiled at you so lovingly it could make any girl cry.

"Just a little bit."

"Want me to give you a massage when we gonna get home?" His expression quickly turned devious, and he winked at you.

Yeah, great, now you'd have him fucking you before your knees were giving out. The kid had such stamina he could be an Olympic athlete, no less.

"Aw, I love when you blush like that." Chuckling, he put his arm around your shoulders and inched closer to give you a quick peck on the lips. You forced youself to enjoy his little signs of affection and start thinking you ought to be thankful he wasn't into heavy BDSM practices or something like that.

While you two were kissing again, you heard someone's loud footsteps as if this person just jumped out of the corner, and then there was a hateful outburst, "Stay were you are. Your wallets, quick!"

You froze, your hands getting cold as you stared at the face of a guy standing in front of you with a knife in his hands. He was clearly unstable, sick - you could see the dark circles around his eyes, the unhealthy color of his skin, and his greasy hair sticking to his forehead. You didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was twice bigger than Peter. The guy would probably have no problem with slicing both him and you into pieces if you didn't comply.

"I said g-"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Peter let out a frustrated sigh before you heard the loud sound of the gun firing.

There was a little black hole in the guy's chest, blood seeping through his dirty white t-shirt and coloring it in a beautiful deep ruby color. You could see the confusion in the eyes of the stranger, his mouth half-open. Slowly, he went down before his legs gave out and he landed at the ground with a loud thud. He didn't move after that.

"Come on, attacking a couple of high shoolers? You're such a psycho, man. Who were you gonna go after us? Kids?" Peter rolled his eyes and hid the gun under his bomber, turning away from the man he murdered and shouting to someone behind him. "It's ok, people! It's just me, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Calm down, go home, it's late!"

You were still staring at the large pool of blood spreading beneath the body of a stranger - lack of light made it look like it was an odd black liquid. Before you could take your eyes elsewhere, you felt bile quickly going up your throat and vomitted, moving to lean your hand on the wall of a building. He killed him. Peter killed him. You didn't even see him pulling out the gun.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry." The boy gently held back your hair when you threw up again, feeling scared, disgusted, feverish and cold at the same time. "That's why I don't like drugs and what they do to people. That shithead lost his mind, you see? No sane guy would ever jump on me or my girl like that."

Despite him being so tender, you couldn't even turn your head to look at him as you started shaking from his touch.

You kept emptying your stomach a few more minutes before Peter softly wiped your mouth with his handkerchief and took your arm, walking you back to the Tower and saying all those unnecessary things about how terrible some people are and how everyone has to take care in the dangerous world they're living in. You didn't hear half of that, but you cared little for his chattering.

Peter had shot the man without showing even the slightest regret. He'd shoot you the same way if you ever turned against him - he was Stark's favourite, after all.

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Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki  ​@helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin @void-hoechlin @abyssaint @msruchita @opheliadawnwalker3

[nancywheelxr]

41 with diego and klaus pls

Yo, anon! Like, I hope you don’t mind, but Allison and Ben ended up making cameos in this

41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Okay, I can see you’re upset,” Klaus says, raising his hands in front of his chest in a placating manner, “but why don’t you put the knife down and we can talk about this like slightly more adjusted people?”

A knife flies past his head, hitting the shelf behind him.

“Weird way of doing that, but I’ll take it– and he has more. Oh, come on, where are you hiding so many of them,” he ducks behind the couch, knowing full well that’s more of a psychological band-aid than anything, because if Diego really wanted, he could stab him no matter where Klaus hid. But still! It’s the thought that counts, right? “I already said I’m sorry, alright!”

“Sorry isn’t going to help you when I kick your ass!” Diego snarls from somewhere near the doorway. And hey, that’s already a step down from stabbing– yay, progress.

“It was just a scratch, Diego,” he calls, cautiously looking over the back of the couch. His brother is standing like an angry bouncer at the door if bouncers carried sharp knifes ready to gut some unlucky trespasser. Klaus, who likes his guts where they are, inside his body, thank you very much, slides back down to the floor. “Your car will survive, I’ll paint it over the weekend if your panties are in such a bunch.”

There’s a minute of silence, and Klaus doesn’t dare to breathe too much, too loud, in case Diego is going through the extremely complicated process of calming the fuck down. He’s tempted to tell him to relax, it’s just a car, but his survival instincts kick in just in time to wisely shut him up.

“What the fuck were you even doing trying to drive it?”

“Well,” Klaus glances at his left, where Ben is sitting calmly at an armchair like the asshole ghost he is, “Ben wanted to go to the park, and he was being a whiny ass bitch about it.”

“Hey,” he complains, half-heartedly.

“So it’s Ben’s fault, then?” Diego demands, in that voice that really means he doesn’t believe that and Klaus should please try to find a better excuse.

“Yeah, Klaus,” Ben echoes mildly, turning a page from his book, “so it’s my fault, then?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Klaus begins diplomatically because it’s completely unfair that they are ganging up on him when Diego can’t even see Ben. If he did, he would know death turned Ben into a little shit who thinks he’s oh-so-funny.

But before he could think up a way of following his statement that wouldn’t end up with several knives sticking out of his stomach, Allison’s voice interrupts his train of thoughts. “What is going on here?”

Knowing he’s only got one shot before Diego explains things through his very biased point of view, Klaus scrambles up from behind the couch, pointing accusingly at his brother, “he’s trying to kill me,” he says, desperately trying to convey how urgent this all is, “help me, Allison, you’re my only hope!”

Allison looks between them, then at the knife sticking out the shelf, then sighs. “Diego,” she admonishes softly, “you know Mom doesn’t like when you throw knives inside the house.”

“That’s it? That’s what you took from this?” Klaus makes a broad gesture, hoping to encompass the whole situation.

She sighs again. “And don’t kill your brother, he’s the one doing the dishes tonight.”

Diego makes a considering sound. “You have a point,” he slips the knives back to wherever the hell he keeps them.

Apparently satisfied with the results, Allison glances around again. “Have any of you seen Five?”

“He left about half an hour ago, didn’t say where,” Ben offers from the armchair.

“He left about half an hour ago, to god knows where,” Klaus repeats dutifully.

“Thanks, if Five comes back, tell him I’m looking for him?” She doesn’t wait for either of them to agree, hurriedly leaving the room. Whatever is going on there sounds complicated and potentially dangerous, if Five is involved. It also sounds like they have that very much under control, good for them. Besides, if Allison wants any help, she should try being more helpful herself.

Klaus considers making a run for the door, take advantage of the momentary distraction, but he doesn’t put it past Diego to tackle him to the floor. “Are you still out for blood?” He asks instead, ready to duck.

“No,” Diego says, even though his entire personality and body language scream yes. “But you’re fixing my car. Take it to a shop, paint it youself– I don’t give a shit. You have until Monday.”

“Fine,” he huffs, “it’s just some paint, how hard can it be, anyway?”

The loud scoff from Ben says it might be a lot.

But Diego is still on a tirade. “And if I ever catch you driving anything before you get your license, I’m going to cut your precious little coat to shreds!”

“Oh my god, will you relax? We were just going to the park, that’s like a five minutes drive from here–”

“And a lot can happen in five minutes when you don’t know how to fucking drive. You could have gotten in an accident– you could have gotten hurt, or gotten someone else hurt, or worse.” Diego looks like he wanted to give emphasis to his speech with a few stabbings in some key points, but Klaus gets the message.

He deflates, studying the throw pillows sitting symmetrically perfect on the couch. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Already got the lecture from Luther, thanks.”

“Luther is a dumb ass,” Diego retorts seemingly on automatic.

“Are you guys going to hug it out now?” Ben asks without glancing up from his book.

“Shut up,” Klaus hisses, kicking the back of the armchair because he can’t kick his shin. He’s compromising here, alright.

“I’m just saying, I might cry if you do,” he continues, ignoring the dark look Klaus gives him. In hindsight, it must be hard to be intimidated when you’re already dead. Klaus will have to work on upping his game.

Diego, to his credit, is desensitized to the weird shit that happens around Klaus by now, so he just marches up to take his knife back without comment. He does glare pointedly in warning as he returns it to his holster, though.

There’s little to do now that the immediate threat to his life is no longer hanging over his head, and Klaus sprawls on the couch. There’s some paint in the garage, he thinks. That should work, right? Houses, walls, cars– it’s all the same shit, he figures. Maybe he could even get away with painting Diego’s car in a color that looks less like an eighty-years-old partially blind old man owns it.

Yeah, that doesn’t sound like it could backfire at all.

[mrgrant9559-blog]

Safe Keeping: Prologue

A/N: Ayo, whats gucci? Yup, I’m back with a brand new fic! This one is Tony paired, which is a character I honestly thought I’d never write for, and yet here we are! Funny how things work, huh. I should include that Reader can fly and shoot basically energy blasts from his hands. So, pretty much Captain Marvel but not really Captain Marvel, ya know. Anyways, I’m hoping to be better with this fic than I am with Witch Way Is Right, as far as continuity goes. Btw, WWIR is still continuing!! It’s just I’ve been told by mutiple fic writers that in order to get rid of writer’s block, I should write something else. Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

Subject: Tony Stark x Male!Reader

Prompt: @trampledcactusboy - I am humbly requesting a something parter Tony one shot when you have the time too :) (like 2,3,4 however many parts you choose) I hope it can be in civil war time period so Tony's in that kind of mindset/feel and maybe reader can be a shield agent or hero who helped cap & friends escape but really agrees with Tony so he gets protective over him? if not you do you cuz you can never go wrong <3

Tags: @avengersohyeah @uselessace @writeyouin @trampledcactusboy @thegreatficmaster

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You’d been with the Avengers for as long as you could remember. You’ve shared laughs, drinks, food, and a couple of moments along the way. So, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you realized what had become of you guys at this point. If someone would’ve told you 3 years ago that your team, THE Avengers, would split into two disagreeing sections over a stupid Sokovian accord, you would’ve taken a shit on their shoes and laughed in their face.

But now, it was almost like you were living a nightmare. No scratch that, you WERE living a nightmare. The same extraordinary people who you could call your brothers and sisters, were literally at each other’s throats.

You see Steve fighting a man dressed in red and blue spandex. And it looks like Steve is losing? You fly at Steve and swoop him up to the roof of the airport building and drop him off, landing in front of him to give the star spangled jolly rancher an ear full.

“What the hell are guys doing?!” You ask angrily.

“It’s long story, Y/N. And I really don’t have time for this.” He replies.

“We’re supposed to be a team, Steve. Almost like family.” I add. “So, imagine how I feel when I’m informed by SHIELD agents that not only are you and half of this so called family commiting treason, but you’re also protecting the man who killed King T’Chaka in cold blood!”

“I know it sounds crazy, but you’ve gotta believe me, kid. Buck is innocent. He’s being framed.”

“He tried to kill you and Fury just a year ago! If he’s willing to kill his best friend, brother in arms, then how am I supposed to believe that he wouldn’t to do the same to the now former king of Wakanda” I interject.

“That wasn’t him! You know as well as I do that he was under HYDRA’s control for years! He’s been trying to escape his past ever since and he’s been doing a great job so far!”

“Listen, I know Bucky is an innocent man, but what if the Winter Soldier comes out again. He’s a threat to others and himself!” I argue.

Steve sighs, realizing that what you’re saying is sorta true. “What if I can prove to you that Bucky didn’t kill anyone including the Wakanda’s king and that he’s innocent?”

“I don’t know Bucky well, but I do know he’s NOT innocent.” I say causing him to look down at his feet in disappointment. “However, if you have proof that he didn’t kill the king, then I’ll be willing to give him a second chance.” Steve looks up at me with a smile and nods in agreement. “Ok then, what do you need me to do?”

“Can you help us get to the quinjet? Take care of whoever gets in our way without causing permanent damage?” He asks.

“I can try.” You say before flying into the battle zone, making sure Steve and Bucky had a clear opening to the quinjet. You had to admit, these new people that Tony found were tough as nails. Definitely wasn’t their first time in a fight, but luckily, you were no rookie youself.

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“Rhodes!!” You hear Tony yell in his suit while flying over to Rhodey’s aid. Rhodey was shot down by Vision, who was aiming for Sam. You tried to fly as fast as you could to catch him, following Tony and Sam in suit, but he had already hit the ground.

The sound. The sound his body had made when it made impact was haunting to say the least. Tony landed down next to Rhodey’s side and took off his helmet to examine the damage. He was unconscious with a bloody nose, which usually means that the person is either dead or damn near. Tony tells FRIDAY to read his vital organs. Thankfully, she replies by saying that there’s a heartbeat and that EMT are on their way.

Finally, Sam swoops in. “I’m sorry”, is all he could really say at the moment, even though he wasn’t entirely at fault. Tony didn’t care though as he raised his hand at Sam and blasted him, knocking him unconscious as well.

“Tony, you didn’t have to do that! It wasn’t his fault!” You say.

He moves his arm in you direction, his repulsors ready to fire. “Shut the hell up, Y/L/N! You’re just as in the wrong as him! I saw you helping Steve and Bucky back there. You’re supposed to be on MY side. You’re supposed to be MY friend!” He yells at you in anger, feeling betrayed and mostly hurt.

Your eyelids start to build up tears, as you find pain in what you’re about to say next. “Last I checked, we’re ALL supposed to be friends.” The look on Tony’s face tells you he was taken back by your words. “Look around you, Tones. Look at what’s become of us. We’re supposed to fight the enemy, not each other, and you know Bucky had nothing to do with the death of King T’Chaka.” Tony starts to lower his arm, which has now powered down.

Realization washes over him as he sees medics take Rhodey away on a stretcher in critical condition and the rest of Cap’s team get detained. The Wakandan Prince disappeared probably gone off to find Steve and Bucky. Tony knows Bucky couldn’t of been the one doing all these terrible things, at least not on purpose.

You and Tony finally arrive at a high max security prison in the middle of the ocean, where they were keeping the rest of Cap’s team for God knows how long. Tony walks over to each cell to talk to them about what they’ve done and how foolish they were being. Clint mostly, who retorted with his own words going back and forth with him. Tony then sees a new guy and wonders who he even is which punt a dent in the poor guy’s ego. He then walks over to Sam and asks if he’s been fed at all.

Sam just replies with snark, “Oh, so you’re good cop now?”

Regardless of what happened, Tony still cares for everyone and wants to make sure they’re at least being treated right. “I’m just the guy who need to know where Steve went.” He replies.

Sam tell hims that the only way he’s gonna get info outta him is if he goes full benny hanna on his ass. Tony starts messing with his watch, shutting off all coms in the prison system.

Tony tells Sam this, and he reveals to him everything he knows about where they could’ve gone. Tony rushes out of the cell block, with you following in suit. “Did you find out where they went?” You ask, following him to his private helicopter.

“Yup.”

“Great, I’m coming with you...”

“No, you’re not.” Tony retorts, spinning on his heel to face you.

“But I-“

“No, you don’t.” He interjects before you can finish your sentence. “What I need you to do is to stay here with the general and make sure he doesn’t send any of his people to follow me. I already told him I’m going back to the compound, but he might still suspect something.”

“Just, make sure you come back as friends. Last thing I wanna see is The Avengers break up over some dumbass accords.”

“I promise, we’ll all being sitting in front of a campfire singing Kum Ba Yah, and eating s’mores.” And with that, he enters the helicopter, on his way to help Cap and Buck find Zemo, so we could all be a team again.

Or at least thats how I hoped this day would end.

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I’m so sorry for taking so long people! I’m a busy guy, but I knew I needed to out something out for you guys so here it is. This was pretty much my way of adding Reader into the movie without changing much. Also, I’m thinking of upload my fics to Wattspad. Should I do that?? I don’t know, but I hope you guys like this new fic!

[ivarswickedqueen]

Crush - part 1

A/N: Hi, this is my new story, it will have two (maybe three) parts. I don’t know why I suddenly feel the urge to write :) Maybe because it helps me forget about my life. As always, English isn’t my 1st language, so I apologize deeply for making any grammar mistakes.

Paring: Hvitserk x reader, Ivar x reader (platonic)

Warning: light smut

Word account: 2500

Gif belongs to @bonniebirdsgifcentre

You were walking through the streets of Kattegat and politely saying hello to your neighbours. Everyone smiled back at you and waved. People in Kattegat really liked you. You were very kind, sweet, gentle girl, who always helped anyone, who asked for your help. People couldn’t understand, why are you still single. But you were very shy girl and men made you nervous. You barely talked to them. Your best friend was the only exception. “Hello Y/N”. “Hello, Ariana” you politely greeted one of your elder neighbours. “Today is such a lovely day, where are you going?” she asked curiously. “I am going to visit Ivar” you answered and Aryana frowned. “I honestly don’t understand, why you spend so much time with the youngest Prince, Y/N. He is so…” “I am going to see Ivar, because he is my best friend and I love spending time with him, now excuse me, I am already late” you cut her off, before she had a chance to speak badly about Ivar. You knew exactly, what she wanted to say. You knew what people thought about Ivar. Yes, most of it was true, but he never treated you badly. Sure, he loved to tease you and he was sarcastic ass sometimes. But he never hurt you, or your feelings. Ivar might be cruel and sadistic to everyone else, but not to you. When you walked into the great hall you saw queen Aslaug and her maidens sitting around the table. “Hello my Queen” you said and lowered your head. “Hello, Y/N” she greeted you with a smile. Queen was very fond of you. She knew you were Ivar’s one true friend and you would defend him until your last breath, so she never complained about your presence at her house, even though you weren’t someone from rich or royal family. You opened your mouth to ask her about Ivar, but she was quicker. “Ivar is outside, training with his brothers. He’ll be happy to see you. He had an argument with Sigurd this morning, so he needs someone to cheer him up” she said with smile and nodded towards the back yard. You walked outside, when you noticed some quick movement. “Y/N, get down” Ivar yelled frantically and you obeyed. You were lucky, that you were used to his commands and quickly knelt down, because small axe landed on the place were your head was only seconds ago. You stood up and looked around with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N, are you OK?” Hvitserk asked and ran towards you. He took your head in his hands and carefully examined your face and head. “I am f-f-fine” you stuttered. You were shaking, but the reason wasn’t the axe that he accidentally threw at you, but his proximity. You had the biggest crush on the young prince and he had never stood so close to you before. You felt your face flush scarlet. “Are you sure, you’re shaking,” he asked and kept his hands on your face. “Yes, prince Hvitserk. I am OK, nothing happened, Ivar warned me in time” you whispered shyly. He could barely hear your words. “Let go of her head, you idiot.” Ivar crawled to you and punched Hvitserk’s leg, so he let you go. You nearly whined at the lost of contact, but you quickly pulled youself together. “Let’s go to my room Y/N, before one of my stupid brothers kill you,” Ivar said and tugged at your skirt. “Be safe kids” Ubbe joked and his brothers joined his laughter. You blushed deeply and quickly followed Ivar inside, before his brothers had time to tease you even more. They were always suggesting that there is something more than friendship between you and Ivar, but it wasn’t true. You told them many times, but they didn’t believe you, or maybe they did, but they loved to tease you about it. “So Y/N, we have to talk about that silly crush, you have on my brother” Ivar said without warning, once you stepped inside his room. “W-what. I have no idea, what are you talking about, Ivar” you said quickly. “Y/N” Ivar drawled with knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“You are crazy, I don’t have a crush on Hvitserk”. Ivar smiled triumphantly. “I didn’t say anything about Hvitserk. I just said, that you have crush on my brother. I didn’t specify which brother,” he grinned, obviously happy with himself for proving you wrong. “I… you… whatever Ivar, as you said, it’s just a silly crush. Forget about it” you pleaded. “Oh, come on Y/N. I wouldn’t say, that it’s just a crush. I’ve been watching you for a long time. You stop talking and blush everytime when he enters the room, you are always watching him from the dark corner of the room, you laugh at his really stupid jokes and you frown every time, when he disappears somewhere with some busty slave girl.” You gasped and looked at Ivar with wide eyes. “Oh Odin, is it really that obvious that I like him?” you sat on his bed and nearly cried, embarrassed, that Ivar knew your secret. Terrified that Hvitserk noticed that too. Ivar crawled closer to you and placed his head on your leg and looked up to you. “No, don’t worry. I am your best friend. I care about you. So I pay attention to you. Don’t worry, Hvitserk is always too busy with food or bragging about his fighting skills to notice something like this” Ivar assured you. “But we have to do something about it” Ivar said cheekily. “Absolutely not, Ivar” you shook your head frantically. “Oh, come on Y/N. It’s just Hvitserk. It’s easy to seduce him. He loves food and pretty women. You are an excellent cook and when you stop dressing like an old lady, he will notice, that you are hot as hell.” Ivar chuckled and pointed at your plain beige dress, which was covering most of your skin. “I have no intention to be your brother’s one night stand Ivar” you said and frowned. “Oh trust me, Y/N, I will kill him, if he uses you like one of his slave whores. You are definitely wife material” Ivar smirked and then laughed, when he saw your shocked expression. “You spent too much time under the sun today, Ivar. Your brother is a prince and I am daughter of a blacksmith. Your mother would never let him marry me.” ”My mother really likes you. And she wouldn’t care, who is your father. She let Ubbe marry a former slave and slut. She won’t mind, especially if I ask her“ he batted his eyelashes and you chuckled. ”You are silly Ivar. Your brother barely talks to me.“ ”Because you never talk to him. Your problem is, that you are so goddamn shy. We have to fix that“ Ivar said slyly. ”How do you want to fix that, Ivar? You can’t change who I am“ you protested. ”No, I don’t want to change you. I just want to teach you, how to seduce man. To be more specific. How to seduce my brother.“ Ivar added. ”What can you possibly know about that?“ you asked him curiously. ”You’ll see Y/N“ Ivar smirked. ”Just bake something delicious and bring it here tomorrow“ he winked at you. ”I don’t know Ivar, that sounds silly,“ you complained. ”Stop whining, I just want to help you, you silly woman. Bake something delicious and he will drool all over you" Ivar chuckled. You spent the whole afternoon with Ivar, and you met Hvitserk, when you were about to leave. “Hey, Hvitserk, Y/N will bring us a blueberry pie tomorrow” Ivar smirked. “Really, Y/N? That’s awesome, it’s my favorite food in the whole world” Hvitserk said dreamily. “I have to tell Ubbe and Sigurd. You are the best” he said, kissed your cheek and disappeared. You stood in the middle of the room, your cheeks turning crimson red. You touched your cheek and couldn’t stop the silly smile forming on your face. “Oh girl, you are so lost” Ivar chuckled. You took his coat and threw it at him. “What is going on, Y/N?” Ivar asked confused. “Get dressed Boneless. You promised your brother a blueberry pie, so we have to go to the forest and find blueberries,” you smirked, when Ivar growled. Going to forest wasn’t his favorite activity, he usually ended up covered in cuts and bruises.

When you walked towards Ivar’s home the next day you felt stupid. You carried a basket full of blueberry pie and you wore a dress Ivar gave you yesterday. The dress was beautiful, but it was showing too much skin for your liking. You stood awkwardly in the empty great hall and waited for Ivar to show up. “Are you lost, beautiful?” Hvitserk flirted and you jumped, when you felt his hot breath on the side of your neck. “Of course not, prince Hvitserk.” you answered, confused, and turned around. “Oh, Y/N, it’s you. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you” he said and shamelessly looked at you from head to toe. His eyes lingered on your breasts. It was obvious, that he couldn’t understand, what happened to the grey mouse, who befriended his little brother. When did she become so hot? He thought to himself.

“Ivar is still in his room?” you asked him, trying to end the uncomfortable silence. “Ivar isn’t home. He left this morning with mother” Hvitserk said and couldn’t stop staring at you. “What???” you squealed. “But he promised me to teach me, how to…” you nearly told him about Ivar’s plan. “My brother promised you to teach you something? And he told you to wear this dress?” Hvitserk said with sly smirk. “What was it?” he said and took a step towards you. “Nothing” you said quickly and stepped back. “What are you crazy kids up to?” he teased. “I’m not a kid” you protested and frowned at him. “No, you clearly not,” he said, his eyes still lingering on your clevege. “Tell me, Y/N, what is it?” he didn’t give up. “Nothing important” you said and handed him the basket. “Here, my prince, I brought you a pie” you said shyly. “Just for me, Y/N?” he smirked and took the basket from your hands, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. “N-no. F-for all of you.” you stuttered. “I made a lot of pies. One person can’t eat it all”. “You clearly underestimating my appetite” Hvitserk smirked and put the basket on the table without even looking at it. “I am still waiting for my answer, Y/N.” he said and took another step towards you. You stepped back again, but your back hit the wall. You gulped and avoided eye contact with him. “I won’t give up, so tell me, what is it? What my little brother wants to teach you?” he demanded as he took your chin in his hands and forced you to look at him. You got lost in his eyes. He looked like if he wants to devour you. His body was now pressed agaist yours. “I am your prince, you have to tell me!” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. And you couldn’t deny him anything. “He promised to teach me, how to be more confident around men and how to seduce them” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Hvitserk looked puzzled, but then he stepped away from you and started laughing. “Are you kiding me Y/N?? Ivar?? What can he possibly know about it? I have to go outside and tell Sigurd and Ubbe. They will laugh so hard” he chuckled like a little boy. You panicked. You grabbed Hvitserk’s vest without thinking and pulled him to you. “No, please, don’t say anything. They would torture Ivar because of it. Especially Sigurd. Please, prince Hvitserk. I am begging you,” you pleaded, trying to protect your best friend as always. Hvitserk stopped laughing and that hungry look was back on his handsome face. He pinned you against the wall again. “Sssh, alright sweet Y/N, I won’t tell anything.” he said. “But I have to tell you something, you chose wrong son of Ragnar, to teach you stuff like that” he said his voice dropping an octave. You shivered. You stayed silent, overhelmed by his words and you kept biting your bottom lip. He placed his hand gently on your face, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Stop biting your lip, Y/N” he commanded. “W-why” you stuttered, leaning into his touch. “Because it’s goddamn sexy and it makes me want to bite it myself” he growled, his face only inches away from yours. His words shocked you. But then you did something unexpected and you bit your lip again, looking straith into his beautiful eyes. He growled like and animal. “I warned you” was all he said before he crushed his lips against yours. He sucked your lower lip between his, his teeth grazing it. He gently bit it, making you moan quietly. His hands found your waist and he pulled you closer to his chest. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gladly granted to him. His tongue darted into your mouth, tangling with yours. He was devouring your soft lips and you felt like if you reached Vallhalla. His hands were wandering up and down your sides. You moaned quietly again, feeling the waves of pleasure running all over your skin. Your quiet moans made Hvitserk’s cock throb in his pants. He decided, that his new life goal is to make you a moaning mess underneath him, moaning and yelling his name until your voice is hoarse.   His lips left your swollen lips and moved to your jaw and neck. Kissing and lightly biting your smooth skin. You totally forgot about your shyness. He hold you in his strong arms and it seemed like the rest of the world disappeared. But then Ubbe yelled from the outside. “Hvitserk, come here and help us. We hunt down a giant boar, we need your help with it”. Hvitserk groaned against your neck, not wanting to let you go of his arms. But Ubbe’s words woke you up from your daze and you realized what you were doing. You were making out with your prince in the middle of the great hall. Your cheeks were red again and you wanted to disappeared. You tried to get away from him, but his arms were tightly wrapped around your body. “Be quiet, he’ll go away” he whispered against your ear before his teeth dragged down your neck and slowly bit down. “Hvitserk!!” Ubbe yelled again, but Hvitserk ignored him and continued his assault on your neck. He finally found your sweet spot. He continued kissing, nipping and sucking on it. You moaned his name loudly. Not loudly enough for him to be fully satisfied, but he was happy for now. “Hvitserk, where are you, you lazy ass. Don’t tell me, that you are still sleeping.” Ubbe yelled again. Hvitserk sighed and let you go only few seconds before his brother stepped in to the great hall.

To be continued…

MASTERLIST

[thepaperpanda]

Hidden treasure || Part I

Words: 3333

Warnings: language, cursing

SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you've been sent back to Hux. He's pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?

Author: Cass & Rouge

Hux growled deeply on his way to the hangar. He was expecting an 'important delivery' that he didn't want to ever get.

"Little spoiled, brat... They could kick her out of the ship one day. What I did to deserve someone like her in my family?" Reddish man muttered to himself.

Hux entered the hangar and waited, stamping his food angrily. "I will kill her when she will get here." He growled looking around.

Fitted black leather pants were hugging your legs nicely as you were getting out of the cruiser which had brought you here. Upper part of your uniform was a black jacket with a brassard on left sleeve, the logo of First Order could be easily seen.

As you stepped out of the small ship, you looked around and almost immediately your sight fell on him. Your older brother, General Hux.

You crossed arms behind your back and walked to him jauntily.

Hux looked at you with a frown as you walked to him closer.

"Take this jacket off." He said pulling it off of your arms. "You are not a part of First Order, and you will never be. How did you even get this?"

He took you out of the hanger. Reddish man was walking with you for a moment, but suddenly stopped in the half of a long corridor.

"Care to explain to me, how the fuck they could kick you out of the Academy, huh?! Who the hell you think you are?!" Hux yelled at you.

"Let. Me. Go." You growled jerking arm out of Hux's grasp. "I found it on the cruiser, chill out!"

Stretching your fingers you yawned a bit.

"Let's say I've made a mistake. And they said I cannot stay there. And I need more.. How to say it? That I need to get more attention to avoid any nuisances." You explained shrugging.

"Y/N, you are 24 years old, and they already kicked you out from SIX academies!" He growled and moved hand through his hair. "I can't believe we are even related... I am a general... When you even can't finish your education."

Hux thought for a moment.

"Listen to me, you little brat. One mistake... Only one. And I will personally launch you out in one of the escape pods, and I don't care what will happen with you, am I making myself clear?"

His eyes were cold like a steel, and you literally shivered under Hux's glance.

"Yes, Herr General." You curtsied theatrically. "So. What now? Because I don't think you'll want to play a happy family, huh?" You walked closer to him and stroked over his cheek. "You're so much like our father. So confident and fierce. He would be proud. At least of you."

Hux closed his eyes and sighed at your touch.

"Yes, and he would be completely disappointed with you. Someone needs to be the mature one. Maybe it's time for you to grow up too, sister."

He sighed sadly and ruffled Y/H/C hair. "And you look just like our mother. Regarding your question... I don't have time to play a happy family, Y/N." Hux took your hand. "I will show you your chamber."

You gave his palm a squeeze while walking by his side.

"Well. As I see you work in a fucking huge base."

You whistled when you were passing huge cargo chamber.

"What I will be doing here?"

"Nothing. You will be living here avoiding problems. My chamber is right next to yours, in case if my little sister will have a nightmare during the night." Hux smiled at you. "Now, excuse me, dear sister, I need to get back to work. For once be a good girl and stay out of troubles." He kissed your forehead before walking away.

"Armitage!" You said aloud, then you ran to him, and hugged to him tightly.

You were staying like this for few seconds.

"Sorry that I'm letting you down constantly."

Hux flinched at the sound of his name, he sighed deeply and hugged you back tightly. "It's okay... I am used to this... but maybe gather yourself up and do something with yourself and your behavior, you little brat." He said rubbing your back. "Now go and rest."

You nodded and came back to your chamber. Since you didn't have any packages, you simply flopped on the narrow bed slipping hand under head.

You sighed thinking about few past weeks and about your older brother. You knew deep inside he loved you, but taking his current position he couldn't let himself to show too many emotions.

You even didn't realize when sleep embraced you.

At morning Hux left a little note in your room. ‘You will find me in canteen, sleepy head.’

He was sitting there waiting for you and chatting with two stormtroopers.

"Oh... you finally decided to arrive, sister." Hux said with annoyed tone.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

You were mumbling under your breath as you were running to the canteen.

You already felt in your bones that your brother will be mad. But what was he expecting? That you will be getting up at dawn to just fool around?

You approached Armitage taking seat next to him.

"Sorry..."

Armitage let out a loud sigh and shook his head.

"I thought you will finally change... But what can I expect from you? You always were a black sheep of our family." Hux rolled his eyes sipping on his coffee. "At last eat something and really gather yourself up, finally."

You didn't say a word, just reached for a bread and honey.

"Do you really have to treat me that way? All the time?" You looked at him with a corner of your eye biting on your food.

"I just treat you the way you deserved, Y/N. Look at yourself, what are you doing with your life?" He looked at with frown. "You are only few years younger than me. Look at my position and look at yours." Hux explained, taking sip o his coffee.

You stopped chewing. Thinking for a while, you were glaring at him. You swallowed and drank your coffee.

"You're forgetting that I am not you, Armitage." This time you dared to raise your voice. "I am not perfect. And you good know how difficult it is for a woman or person of color to join First Order. Oh! I forgot! The white boy had privileges since very beginning, huh?! If Snoke would be wiser, he would never give you this position. Just look at you! Who do you think you are?!" You got up hitting the table with fist. “I am not your fucking drudge!" Your words hung in the air while everyone was looking at two of you.

Without any more things to say you turned around and left canteen, not even looking around at your brother.

Hux watched you with anger and disbelief in his eyes. He didn't say a word when you left, he only looked at others. "What are you all staring at?! Get back to your stuff!" Man yelled and looked away before muttering to himself. "What a drama queen..."

Anger was raging in your soul and you weren't paying attention to your direction.

It was a second. You saw a tall dark figure in front of you, and next thing was a strong collision. Shortly after you were on the floor with a pain in your lower back.

"Watch out next time, man!" You yelled.

Black haired man looked down at you.

"You could show some respect, do you realize to whom are you talking to?" He asked and watched you for a bit.

Man didn't recognize you as Hux's sister.

"Who are you? You are not a part of my crew." His voice was deep and dangerous.

You were about to snap something, but it was when you realized who was standing in front of you. It was no one else but Kylo Ren, the commander of the First Order.

You've heard a lot about him. In the Academy, all girls were fangirling about him while men were setting him as a role model.

Sudden blush crept onto your cheeks. Didn't know what to do nor say, you swallowed hardly.

"I am sorry, Sir... I am new here.. They had sent me from Academy for trainings..."

You bit inside of your cheek. The lie wasn't huge, but still, it felt awful to be lying to him. However, at the moment you didn't have any other things use as an emanation.

Brunette grabbed your hand tightly and helped you got up pulled you closer, watching you.

"I didn't hear anything about someone from Academy... but... Let's say I believe you. Listen to me now... You are on my ship, so better behave and show me a respect... Or you won't return to Academy in one piece and it's not a warning." He growled and then let go of your arm.

Kylo gave you last cold gaze, then walked away.

Heart was beating in unbearable pace and you knees became weak. You leant back against the wall to support youself from falling.

"Oh my... Girls won't believe me..." You whispered under your breath.

Shaking all over your body, you came back to you chamber.

After few hours Hux bursted into your chamber. "You are dead. You ou are so dead, Y/N. Kylo is looking for a 'girl from Academy.' How could you told HIM that Academy sent you HERE?!" He asked raising his voice. "He gave order to find you... And you have to go to him. NOW!"

Truth was that your brother pulled you out of thoughtfulness, and you weren't happy.

"Yes. Sure. I'll go to him, but I get to put on my uniform. Could you be so kind and let me change my clothes?" You got up from bed and came to your brother pushing him out of your chamber.

Hux grabbed your hands tightly and pulled you closer. "Listen to me now, you stubborn bitch. You won't join First Order and you have no uniform, so better move your lazy ass to him now or I will forget that we are even related to me and I will bring him your head. As a proof that you were a spy and that you are dead."

His eyes were full of anger but they reminded cold, Hux pushed you out of your chamber.

You couldn't help. You slapped him straight in the cheek.

"Fuck off."

Improving your hair you went ahead, not even knowing where were you going.

Hux just watched you with his eyes wide open. "Guards! This girls is here!" He yelled and walked away.

Two man walked to you and grabbed your arms. "You will come with us. Someone want to see you." One of them said and they started to drag you into direction of Kylo's chamber.

You were expecting his chamber to be huge but definitely not that big.

As soon as you stepped in, the tensed atmosphere embraced you, so your heart pounded harder. You politely gave a sign to guards that you will be okay, so they left you.

You stopped in front of desk. The leather chair was turned with its back to you.

Kylo turned around on chair to face you. His voice was emotionless. "From Academy for trainings?" He asked with his deep voice. "I knew that something's wrong with you..." He said softly and got up from his chair, Kylo started to circle around you. "So... care to tell me who you are? Without laying this time. I don't like strangers here." Brunette explayned taking his lightsaber into hand.

You couldn't help and let out a quiet whimper seeing how he was holding his weapon in hand. The glove on his palm was black like rest of his outfit. Feeling his gaze on you made a cold shiver to rum along your spine.

"My name's Y/N. And.. Yes.. I am from Academy.. They kicked me out, Sir.. I didn't have a place to go.."

Kylo smiled softly, squeezing weapon in his hand. His glove started to crack.

"What just prove that you were laying... They didn't send you here."

He walked to you from behind. "So... How did you get here? This is not some random spaceship." Kylo said right into your ear.

You shivered but tried to stay calm.

"I've.. I took their cruiser, Sir. When no one was watching..."

Feelinh his warm breath on your nape, you closed eyes. You were afraid that he will use his lightsaber to kill you. "Forgive me, Master Ren."

Kylo laughed quietly.

"I am not your Master... And you are still laying... I've read your documents... Someone as weak as you couldn't get here by herself."

He pressed weapon to your lower back. "You know that good girls don't lie?"

You gave a nod.

"Yes.. I know someone here.. I had contact this person and asked for guidelines.. Please, Master.. I can be useful."

You dared to turn your head around. Seeing him that close was like a bliss. You felt a blush which was forming on your cheeks.

Kylo looked into your eyes. He was showing no emotions. "You? Useful? I wonder how."

Brunet slowly moved away and walked back to his desk only to look at you.

"I learn fast. I know some... People. I.. I know coding stuff and similar... Please, give me a chance and you won't regret.."

Before you thought, you started to act.

With a bit of hesitation you walked to him stopping inches from his form. Your hand traveled to his palm clenched on the lightsaber, and you stroked over there.

Kylo watched you. "What are you doing? My one move... And you are dead, woman." He muttered. "What are you trying to achive?"

He didn't know, like everybody else, that you had some special abilities, and that was the reason they didn't throw you out of the Academy.

"I can do stuff. I can make some objects float."

You looked him deep in the eye.

Kylo frowned looking at your face.

"You? You can make some objects float? How? Prove it. Now." He ordered gently pushing you away from him.

You nodded swallowing hardly. Looking around his chamber you noticed few little metal boxes in the left corner.

You looked at them, you focused as much as you were able to.

But nothing happened.

"Shit.." You whispered looking briefly at him.

Kylo laughed and shook his head. He walked to you closer and wrapped his hand around your nape.

"Now... You will leave my chamber. Before I will decide to kill you. And start to show respect, and don't get into my way. Then maybe you will find yourself a safe place here." He growled through clenched teeth.

You trembled when he came closer to you, he was much taller than you. But when he placed his hand to your nape, things got out of control.

You felt familiar tingling in your chest, and when you closed your eyes, an invisible force pushed him away of you. All the things that were placed in the chamber have floated up. Your hair were floating too, like at the invisible blows of wind.

You opened your eyes, and second later everything what was in the air fell down on the floor.

You slowly sank on your knees gasping for air.

Kylo blinked deeply suprised. He watched you carefuly, thinking about stuff that just happened, he knew what it meant.

"Try not to die here. I need to talk with someone about you." Kylo explained before he left chamber.

It took you longer while to get up and walk to his chair. You flopped on it heavily. Your head hurt, your entire body was still trembling. It was very first time when you managed to do something as spectacular.

Armitage was back in canteen, enjoying his little coffee break. He was happy and glad until he was Kylo entering the same room.

"General Hux, I need to talk with you about this girl from Academy."

Hux froze for a moment, then nodded. "What is it? Shell I find someone who will clean mess after killing her, or shall I find the way to get her out of the ship?"

"Of course no. I wanna take her in." Kylo said camly.

Armitage choked with his coffe. He wiped his mouth and looked at Kylo with disbelief. "What are you saying? So now we are taking every stray person that will get here? What if she is a spy? She should die."

"Are you questioning my orders, Hux?! She is staying here! And it's not under any question! It's an Order!" Kylo yelled angrily narrowing his brows.

Hux shuddered and nodded, thinking about you. Apparently your weird 'talent' started to show up again. He nodded his head. "Yes sir... I understand."

"Very well. You will be the one that have to take care of her." Kylo declared before walking away.

When Ren was gone, Hux let out a loud growl and smashed his cup against the wall.

Comfy bed. What an amazing feeling to lay your head down on a pillow.

You were back in your chamber, half conscious after last event in Ren's chember.

He sent you back with an assist of two paramedics.

Now, you were only dreaming of rest, however it was impossible. You heard that husky voice on the corridor, it was no one else but your brother.

"Wake up, you little scum!" Hux yelled at you as he entered the room. "Are you proud of yourslef?! Is it really your life goal to put shame on our family with your stupid abilities?!" He took one of pillows and threw it on you.

"Stop it!" You sat on the bed rubbing your temples. "It's not my fault! He touched me and... It happened! I didn't plan to!" You screamed.

"I don't care! You should control it by now! That's why we sent you to Academy. So you will forgot about them." He walked to you closer and took your face into his cold hands. "Why can't you be normal, sister? Just like you were when we were younger? Why can't you just forget about this and start live like a normal person? Like your only brother..." He asked looking into your eyes.

"You wanna know why? Because I am not Armitage Hux. I am Y/N Hux. And my abilities are so special that you don't understand them. Admit it, you're scared of my force."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Y/N. One thing that I am scared of is that my only sister will get herself killed by joining wrong place, but who cares that Armitage is worried. No one! Because all you see is your fake thoughts that I am the bad one here! I am worried about YOU... MY little sister." He said and sighed deeply, Hux slowly sat down on your bed and rubbed his chin.

You fell down on pillows. "I know. But look. I don't know what to do with all this. It's scaring me. I can't recognize myself anymore. In the Academy they told me my force is too strong to be subjugated..." You let your eyes closed. "Now we can do nothing. Master Ren wants me to stay here. I don't know what is he planning."

"He is not your master... That's firstly. Second, I don't know, too. He only ordered me to take care of you." Hux sighed sadly and looked at you. "Come here... Hug from older brother?"

You looked him in the eye. U willingly, you sat back again and hugged to him. "I am tired. Can I sleep now?" You asked being nestled to his chest.

Hux hugged you and gently stroked your hair. "Yes. Sure you can, little one. In case if something will happen, I am in my room." He kissed your forehead before he left.

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Ohhhhh I saw that you're in the Fnaf and Obey me fandom! So I had an idea, Imagine the Brothers finding out that the MC used to work as a security guard at Five Nights At Freddy's(you can choose which fnaf, it literally could be fnaf 1, fnaf 2, fnaf 3 or whatever) anyways even if you dont do this idea(since the idea just pops out of no way and it sounds cringe) I still hope you have a good day! byeeee

Y E S! Cross-fandom requests are always the best requests lmao. I hope you find this to your liking! <3

Brothers with a former fnaf security guard.

[OBEY ME!] [G-N][H-CANONS]

He'll act like he doesn't care much, but honestly?

Ghost-possed animal robot suits?

What the hell happened?

He'll also be very confused because you are willing to work in a place that can kill you for so little money?

Along with the fact you go with Mammon's schemes without a second thought?

Are you okay? Does he need to seek a psychiatrist?

He'll subtly hint at you seeing one, but will ultimately leave the choice to you.

After all, he's there to take care of you from now on.

He ain't judging.

Sure, he wouldn't take a job offering so little money, but he can totally understand where you come from.

Money is amazing, no matter the amount.

The more the better though.

He will be curious on whether he can sell the animatronics or not though.

Mabye see if you can work yourself up to own the company and become rich on it?

Honesty, he has like fifty plans on how to become rich on your story.

Oh my God?

Isn't that kind of like a video game?

The dude will want to get hired, emediantly.

It'll probably the most exciting thing besides you and his anime/games.

Wanna work the night with him?

No?

Please?🥺

He does not understand the fact you might have trauma.

At all.

It sounds like so much fun? How could you possibly have trauma against it?

Who wouldn't want to be put in that scenario?

Will do his best to figure out how the animatronics became haunted.

I think he would like Bonnie lol.

Probably the most understanding over the fact you might have trauma from such an experience.

Like Lucifer, why would you take such a dangerous job for so little money??!

Doesn't understand it, at all.

He'll get you a nice book, and a warm drink of your choice and sit down and cuddle with you.

He'll read for you, no worries.

But he would be very interested in how the suits got haunted?

He'll find it to be a very intresting subject, and if you are okay with talking about it, he will defiantly be asking all sorts of questions.

He'll be pretty worried.

Not over the nearly dying, or haunted suits.

Nope.

He'll be stressed over you taking the night shift.

God, why?! Don't you know you need to sleep during the night? So your body and skin stays perfect?

You should be taking better care of youself!

Will of course, make sure you sleep on a good schedule from now on.

He can't have you missing your beauty sleep after all.

You worked at a pizza place?!

How cool is that!?

Honesty, he'll ignore everything but the fact you worked at a food place.

You could eat all you wanted to eat, right?

No? You were busy trying to not die?

Now he feels slightly bad, but still.

Now he's hungry.

He'll drag you to get food with him.

To cheer you up, and feed his hunger.

Win-win.

He'll actually start away from pizza, to the best of his ability.

He wants you to be happy, so he'll do his best.

A night shift?

A shift, you have to work, at night?

Dear lord, do not get him involved. Ever.

He can't imagine working during the day,let alone the night.

Actually, he can't imagine working at all.

Anyways, he won't understand.

He already killed you, so what's the problem with a bunch of animatronics trying to kill you?

It's fine, right?

He won't get why it might bother you so much, until someone like Satan explains it to him.

He'll hug you extra tight from 12am to 6am.

Won't let you be alone, telling you that since he's there, nothing can hurt you.