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void-detective · 3 months ago

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Worth More ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: I've been meaning to write these two for awhile actually just never had the push till now. So anon, this is for you! Also I will not even try to replicate how Jey talks (don't know if it would come off wrong). This is for all my samijey lovers, I see the appeal and I'm here for it! Also sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Word count: 2,637

Warning: mild/reference to Kevin and Sami, comfort, confessions, first kiss, and family drama

Summery: After being reunited with Jey thanks to the Judgement Day, Sami begins to contemplate some very glaring problems with his friendship with Jey. And without Kevin around he has a lot less people he's close to for comfort after losing to Bron Breakker.

Sami has always been a loyal man no matter the person, whether it be returning the favor to Dragunov or going out of his way to help former allies or people he aligned himself with. This was especially the case for Kevin Owens and now Jey Uso. He could recall the Bloodline days like yesterday, a distant painful memory of what was.

He could remember how hard and long it had taken to form a trustworthy spot within the faction as an outsider. Especially when it came to Jey who was the only one (aside from Roman secretly) who had refused to accept him as part of the group. His twin brother was chill and easy to chat with but Jey was always so closed off and stoic as his baby brother like he was afraid of letting anyone but family in.

What had begun as Sami wanting to be part of something to connect to people in a way that he hadn't been able to do since Kevin began doing other ventures, then it all began to bleed into the truth of the dynamic. The verbal abuse, the manipulation, and the ego of the Tribal Chief. The chained leashes of everyone in the Bloodline to be kept in line by the ever dominant force that was Roman Reigns. It was like a minefield. Anything, even something as small as a hint of attitude or questioning could get you tipping on the edge of the Chief’s wrath.

Everyone was on edge even with the laughs and good times shared between the group because of the ever lingering threat of the Tribal Chief’s temper and pushing your luck. If he even sensed you were becoming too comfortable within the family he was pushing the boundaries ensuring his own power stayed.

What was worse was Sami felt stuck at the time from fear of his wrath and not wanting to lose that meaningful connection he had created within the Bloodline. It was a cycle of manipulation and guilt that even for someone like the Canadian, it felt to hard to push back from. What he feared more for though was losing Jey.

Jey had become a close friend once the heat had settled and he had accepted him as part of the faction, even becoming closer to him then his older twin Jimmy.

What had started as a friendly companionship started to drop down beyond casual touches and lingering glances. It was something he knew well from his relationship and former partnership with his best friend Kevin. The line between his platonic feelings began to step over to a dangerous sentiment of love.

However these newfound feelings were teetering on the edge of danger with the dynamics of the Bloodline not only because he was an outsider but because Roman was fiercely protective of his family. Or that's how he painted the picture but he knew better than to believe the manipulation played by him now that he had begun to see his true colors.

Roman was power hungry and willing to treat his family with calculated gaslighting and deceit. Everything was subtle but it sent the message of who held the reigns (pun unintentional) and the atmosphere started to feel suffocating for Zayn and Jey.

Even with Romans abusive ways, Zayn kept his friendship with Jey closely knitted like something he was needed to protect at all costs. It went between keeping Jey in line the more he began to snap back in frustration at Roman and being the other man's rock. And in return the younger twin had reciprocated those protective gestures especially during the interrogation between him and the Bloodline where Sami nearly got struck by a Samoan spike.

Following Tribal Court he had snuck into SmackDown to give his thanks to him for the save and during their brief exchange he had thrown in a playful but sincere ‘I love you’ towards Jey. At the time it had been platonic but then he heard the Samoan return the sentiment back. God if he wasn't already smiling like an idiot he felt his heart do a leap and grinned knowingly when he caught Jey's subtle reaction to his own slip up.

Though come Royal Rumble of 2023, it had all culminated into a full circle.

Years and months of abuse and manipulation from Reigns had pushed Sami to do the one thing no one else in the Bloodline wanted to do. Defy the Tribal Chief.

In the heat of the moment Sami had been pushed and pushed till he could no longer take the bullying or the sight of his best friend motionlessly cuffed at the mercy of this tyrant. In his emotional outburst he had snapped and within the moment Roman turned his back..he had swung on him.

The attacks from the Bloodline still lingered like an irreversible trauma to his psyche but one thing engraved in his mind was that Jey refused to indulge or even look at the vicious beating of Sami. Should the Canadian have felt angered by the lack of help? Maybe in other people's eyes, but in his own eyes he had pushed a domino effect in hopes of breaking his friend out of the abuse of the family dynamic.

Each attack from everyone had felt like a knife to the heart from the brainwashing and hold over the Head of the Table had over everyone in his family. But in the end he knew making himself an enemy of the Bloodline was what was best to push Jey to start breaking away from his cousin.

To protect two men who meant the absolute world to him.

After his fallout with the Bloodline his interactions with Jey had become less frequent aside from sparse backstage moments but what he was more happy about was watching his friend gain such a cult following. It filled him with joy watching how much the fans had grown to love him and how Jey had come into his own since the days of the Bloodline.

With Jey on the same brand as him there were more chances to get time to make sure the other man was doing fine. It still worried Sami that Jey was still catching his footing as a singles competitor now without the backing of his family in his corner. He tried to give comfort in small gestures of reassuring words and keeping other people on SmackDown from being upset due to the past Bloodline association.

Not to mention his best friend Kevin wasn't entirely fond of Jey sticking around which he could understand considering his and Sami's past with the Bloodline. But as always he played peacemaker making sure Kevin didn't get aggressive with Jey being around. His friend could be unpredictable and it wasn't easy to regain his trust (as ironic as it sounds).

However things between them were complicated and got even more so when Kevin ended up being traded to Raw while Sami was left without his best friend in his corner. And to top it all off he had to watch Jey tag team with Cody like they were buddy buddy in the way Sami had been with the other man. Internally he was seething, struggling with his feelings and the sight of someone else being so close and friendly with Jey when he had tried so hard to get him to be his friend.

..Wait as he,,jealous?

Fuck…

July 19, 2024, SmackDown

During one of his interviews Sami had paused among hearing a commotion somewhere backstage and began to move off to the sound of the problem hoping Bron hadn't gone after someone again. No wait..he recognized that gear.

Sami quickened his pace and discarded the championship with no second thought as he after the Judgement Day who were attacking Jey. His motions were quick in driving them off as he went after JD, quickly slamming the other man into the table out of anger before Carlito moved to tug his team mate from the Canadian.

Once they were out of sight he turned towards Jey placing a hand on his arm and his other on his chest as he steadied him. “You alright, uce?” Zayn questioned the familiar term slipping like it used to back in their Bloodline days.

“Yeet.” Was all he managed to get out the other man but with his frustrated motion over his head, he could tell Jey was far from alright.

Oh they were going after Judgment Day for this.

And they made good on their team up even without being a tag team officially they had an undeniable chemistry that went beyond a casual pairing up. They worked well off each other like a well oiled team and made good work of the Judgment Day within minutes.

Once the bell rang Zayn was quick to slide into the ring as he got in his knees checking on Jey still laying on the canvas. He felt Jey grabbing at his back as he held him and carefully helped him up with a hand casually brushing his waist as they stood. He leaned heavily into the other man's body feeling disoriented and old feelings resurface as Jey held him close to himself.

It felt like the first real win in the weeks of his friends and allies constantly getting wrecked by a certain hot tempered wrestler.

As soon as the thought came and his guard slipped he turned right into a spear by Bron who had seized both men being distracted to attack Zayn yet again. While Bron slid out the ring he noticed Jey quickly moving to his side sending the other man a look they made Sami's heart race.

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August 5, Monday after SummerSlam

The loss of his Intercontinental Championship still stung like a loss he hadn't felt in a long time. It made him feel a sense of failure even if he had already asked for a rematch. He was frustrated with his own inability and couldn't shake the loss from his mind.

That was till Jey came over.

Each word of encouragement and Jey pressing to boost his confidence like how he had done for him so many times within the Bloodline and after he had broken away from them. The conviction and belief in Jey’s voice made Sami light up and their usual banter came as natural as ever.

“Me and you? We got some unfinished business with the Judgement Day Uce, you can be a double champ man.” Jey kept poking him and grinned like an idiot as he gave Sami a knowing look. Oh. Did he remember the frustration he had when he was with Cody as tag team champs?

The thought brought a small smile to Sami's face almost subconsciously.

“Yeah, you like that huh?” The Samoan asked with a knowing look and chuckled lowly almost husky with a teasing undertone.

The tone and way Jey put that had went straight to Sami’s core and he swallowed, composing himself with a firm nod. Their familiar handshake followed after the banter as they chuckled among each other.

“God, I missed you.” Sami admitted with a softer tone and gingerly touched his friend's arm with a warm smile. “Thank you Jey.” He wasn't sure what he'd do without Jey by his side now that Kevin wasn't around as much with different brands and Randy.

“No problem, uce just returning the favor if you know what I mean.” Jey playfully hit him in the chest with the back of his hand as he chuckled out in amusement but his tone held a level of sincerity that made his heart flutter.

The quiet that followed wasn't awkward but more so soaking in the familiar presence of each other after so long of being apart.

“So..” Zayn began slowly as he moved himself back and forth on his heels, turning his gaze back to Jey who quirked a brow in curiosity. “You want to go to Waffle House after this?” He grinned widely as he nudged him in the arm with his own.

“You asking me out on a date, man?”

“What? No i- I was just saying-”

Sami's embarrassed sputtering and attempts to back pedal were met with a loud laugh by the other man who rolled his eyes. His face felt so hot and his heart drummed like he had been asked the most embarrassing thing in his life.

“C’mon Remi don't be coy with me, man. I see the way you look at me I ain't blind y'know?” Jey teased good heartily and stepped closer to him with furrowed brows. “My only question is if you're gonna keep running from it.”

The clear challenge from Jey had Sami staring, feeling like he was gaping at him like a fish out of water. He had been so sure his feelings for Jey were subtle and passing friendly not enough to arouse any suspicion, but here he was stuck with the truth. Jey knew. And worse of all he was stuck in place feeling like his whole world was reeling.

Jey moved till he was right in front of him and grabbed his chin gently making him tilt his gaze back towards him. “Tell me the truth man, I know you well enough by now don't I?” He scoffed with a frustrated look as he squeezed his chin giving him an expectant look.

Sami felt a blush dusting his cheeks as he blinked trying to register the touch and words in a jumble of emotions. He paused feeling his heart pounding in his ears and his old emotions flooding back like a dam about to break under the pressure. Fuck it.

Without thinking twice about the consequences he reached out gently pulling his hand off his hand down and moved his own hands to cup his cheeks. He watched the puzzled look pass into surprise as Jey caught onto the move but made no move to try and stop him from what he was about to do. That gave him the push he needed to close the distance between the two of them.

The kiss was tentative to test the waters but became more passionate the longer they were locked in the moment. Sami could feel Jey relaxing into the kiss and slowly reciprocating the affection with his own need matching his. The pent up feelings and months of pining, pretending they were nothing beyond friends felt just as painful as Jimmy's betrayal to him. Eventually he placed his hands on Sami's hips pulling him flush against his own body while his free fingers threaded through curly ginger locks.

Sami felt Jey shiver upon skin to skin contact when he flipped a hand under his shirt and he reached up gently, slipping the ‘Yeet’ glasses off the other man's head. He slipped them folded in his pocket and reluctantly parted as they breathed heavily, staring at each other. His heart racing from his own bold move and the fact his affection had gotten reciprocated.

“What? You think I wouldn't feel the same? I thought you knew me better than that, Uce. Plus I will take that Waffle House offer.” Jey gently untangled his fingers out Sami's locks and patted his chest with a cheerful grin. “You're paying though man.”

Zayn let out a genuine chuckle feeling his heart swell as he grinned with him feeling excitement wash over him like a pleasant sensation. He reached up and put on the Yeet glasses doing the motion with his arms which got a laugh and playful shove from Jey.

“Shut up you idiot.” Jey shook his head wrapping an arm around Sami's shoulders and pulled the other man along with him to leave the arena.

It was the best date he had in years.

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everlasting-rainfall · 2 months ago

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Hay so I got a question, you see I just read your one shot on yandere imu and I have one question what if the reader tries to kill themselves to get away from imu what would happen then? Also make sure you take care of yourself and drink plenty of water and food stay healthy too many people don't

Unknown anon

Hey! Thanks for the ask, Unknown Anon!! And thank you for reminding me to drink water and eat food because I don’t have the best memory

Also thanks for sending in an ask about Imu! I really do enjoy writing for characters who have done truly awful things though (as long as the awful things aren’t absolutely disgusting…), something about it is just fun.

Anywho, that’s enough out of me! Let’s get into your ask, shall we?

Real quick as well, I probably didn’t do the best job with this so I sincerely apologize if it’s bad.

BEWARE SPOILERS

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

SUICIDE, SELF HARM, Imu being Imu, Isolation, Immortality, Rainfall Probably being Incorrect about Things, Death, Bathing Together, Being Watched While You Change, Being Locked Up, SPOILERS

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So I honestly truly believe that if you were to ever try to take your own life then the key word would probably be try. I don’t think that you’d be able to completely take your own life.

Severely injure yourself? Yeah, but not kill yourself…

With the way that all five Gorosei have regeneration abilities, I assume that unless it’s something related to their Devil Fruits (which it probably is, and I’m just forgetting or not realizing) then I would assume that maybe it’s a power granted by Imu?

Because all five of them being able to teleport, communicate long distances with telepathy, regenerate, and seemingly be immortal. I don’t think I can accept that all of that comes from Devil Fruits.

I have to assume that some of that comes from like Imu granting them these powers or something like that…

So if that is indeed the case then Imu might have given you one of these abilities too just to ensure that they would never lose you. You belong to them after all, and they aren’t going to allow death to take you.

No matter how much you might want to get away from them.

Imu might not even bat an eye when you try to end yourself in that case. It probably does hurt them to see you trying so desperately to get away from your loving partner so much, but you’d never know that.

They know that you’re not gonna be able to get away from then so there’s no purpose in trying to stop you. That is unless you get too insistent or brutal about your attempts.

That’s when Imu will have enough, you won’t be thrown into a cell and left there until you stop. However Imu will have anything that you could use to harm yourself removed from the area until you finally stop or show signs of improvement.

Keep trying though even after things have been removed? Imu’s eventually gonna have enough, and it’s back to the cell where you stayed locked up until you learn your lesson after trying to kill them… It’s for your own good in their opinion…

Now in the event that Imu didn’t or wasn’t able to give you regenerative or immortal abilities? I still don’t see you being able to succeed in what you’re doing…

You’d be able to severely injure yourself, sure and probably almost die. But you’d find yourself waking up back in your bed with medical equipment attached to you, and your injuries stitched shut.

Imu might even be sitting by your bedside doing… whatever it is that Imu does to pass the time… Reading? Knitting? Napping? Making Plans for Something? Who knows, but you might find Imu sitting there

After an event like that, Imu is going to keep an intensely close eye on you… Whatever you’re doing, Imu is there…

Are you reading? Imu’s now sitting next to you looking at the pages of your book… Are you taking a bath? So is Imu, move over… Getting changed? Imu’s in the doorway just staring at you… Going to sleep? Imu’s in bed with you even if they aren’t sleeping…

Imu can’t trust you to be on your own after something like that… What if they had lost you? Imu isn’t risking anything like that…

They don’t care how much this might irritate or frighten you… You belong to them, dammit and if keeping you means doing all of that? Then so be it…

Imu will keep this up for as long as they feel it’s necessary until they feel like they can allow you to be on your own again…

This also might be the time when Imu might also be the most lenient with you as well. Don’t get them wrong though, you still can’t leave or talk to anyone who Imu doesn’t approve of…

But let’s say that you wind up mentioning at one point about something that might help to improve your mental health. Like something you lost when Imu took you, you mention it?

A few days later or even the next day, there it is…

Also Imu would allow you to talk to a therapist, but that would require speaking to someone that Imu probably doesn’t approve of…

So unless one of the Gorosei can act as a therapist, or Imu gets really desperate then you probably aren't seeing one… And with the second case, the therapist would be killed as soon as they had finished their work with you…

Not in a “Our sessions over” and then they’re shot sorta way, but more like “Dear *Insert Name*, I do believe that we’ve made all the progress that we can… I wish you the best…” and then they’re escorted out and killed…

#minors dni #the rain talks back #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #yandere #yandere imu

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gingermintpepper · 2 months ago

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I hear the original Odysseus and Epic the musical’s Odysseus are pretty different to the point they’re sorta their own characters- how do you feel about this?

Hello beloved Anon!! Thank you so much for the ask <3

Generally, I feel like a very big part of the appeal of adapting stories, especially myths, comes from seeing what these stories and characters mean to the author and how their interpretations of the themes and conflicts in a piece of classical literature are expressed in their interpretation of the story as a whole. This, naturally, means that I fully expect and look forward to unique interpretations of well loved figures whenever I hear that something is going to be adapted! I love being able to see what aspects of a character has stuck with an author, I love being able to trace said aspects back to the original myth and see what other places the author has picked up inspiration from along the way to inform their interpretations! A big part of the appeal of reading and interacting with a whole lot of different mythical media comes from my genuine excitement and anticipation in seeing how a favourite figure of mine has been adapted or how a moment from a story that I really like has been handled!

With respect to specifically Epic and the Odyssey, my opinions on how the characters have been adapted are somewhat mixed. Putting aside my general misgivings about the current writing of the musical, I really like the directions Herrans has taken with the theming and the broad strokes of Odysseus' character and consequent arc. I like the idea of Eurylochus as a well-meaning but still very fallible second, I like the idea of Odysseus and Athena's close-knit mentorship that completely goes to shit after the Cyclops Incident, I even really liked a lot of the representations of the gods - from Hermes' carefree and relaxed kind of power to Aelous' frivolous cruelty to Zeus' power and command prior to God Games. A lot of the interpretations in the Wisdom Saga are things I feel much more neutral-negative about though. While Telemachus' ingénue-esque naivete and enthusiasm in Legendary and Little Wolf is endearing, I much prefer the Odyssey's slight desperate but unfailingly politically apt Telemachus - the wily son who helped his mother with her staling schemes and who was praised for his wit by his father. Telemachus is a young man and while he's technically characterised as such in EPIC, he's also treated in the same way a Disney Princess is where she is technically a young woman but must still appeal to very small children and I'm just not a big fan of that. I'm also not a big fan of Antinous' characterisation though that was something I was originally intensely excited about in the early days of following EPIC! Hold Them Down is a song I'd been dying to hear a full version for because I felt like it captured the quiet menace of Antinous so well - his charisma, his vile motivations, his absolute disdain for the strong-willed Penelope who has thwarted his attempts to take Ithaca for himself and the way his mask has slipped from barely cordial but socially correct visitor to absolute monster who is willing to do anything to get that crown. Just, UGH, Hold Them Down had me HYPED, but the Antinous we got in Little Wolf was... inelegant. Not subtle at all, crass with his intentions - the kind of guy who would've gotten kicked out ages ago for contempt against the queen. The whole political aspect of why they couldn't just kick the damn suitors out is that technically they'd never done anything punishable that would justify rejecting them and sending them on their way. Antinous was the head of that malicious compliance - the one who had the intelligence to be menacing but not so much that his words could be blatant insults or threats. That was part of the whole point of Odysseus striking Antinous down first! Little Wolf's Antinous,,, was not that and I found myself intensely disappointed by it considering that he was that in the earlier versions of Hold Them Down.

My other misgivings in terms of characters just have to do with Apollo, Hephaestus and Zeus in God Games tbh. I'm someone who is generally more concerned with the portrayal of gods in a work than I am with the humans and EPIC has a super unique take on all of the gods that accompany and inhabit its world. I've made a separate post voicing my misgivings about Epic's Apollo but I don't have a long laundry list of issues with EPIC's Hephaestus, I just wish he had more time to shine and that there was more to chew on with respect to his argument. Zeus however is in a similar boat to Antinous where in the first half of the play he was perfect - literally the perfect neutral god-figure who was simply doing his job and obviously not personally swayed one way or another when it came to Odysseus and was maybe having some fun at his expense in Thunderbringer. His violence in God Games then was not only greatly surprising and seemingly out of character, it was also completely unsubstantiated in the story of EPIC itself. Zeus had nothing against Odysseus, he has no particular reason to bar Athena from rescuing him. Likewise, he is the one who offers up the proposal of a game, why would he have a problem with losing it? The reason of 'he doesn't like to lose' doesn't cut it for how extreme his reaction was and it completely undermines what was a genuinely super enjoyable and different take on Zeus in a modern Western-based greek myth inspired piece of media. Absolutely such a tragedy to me.

Of course, to me, the biggest actual crime of adaptation that EPIC's committed with respect to its characters is that we only have about 10 songs left based on Herrans' original outline for the musical and Penelope still has not had a single song or showing or meaningful reference apart from "I am Odysseus and I miss my wife (her name is Penelope)". The Odyssey was a twofold story split between Odysseus vibing on the way back to Ithaca and the political bullfuckery that was awaiting for him when he inevitably returned to Ithaca. The center of that aforementioned political bullfuckery was Penelope and Telemachus. Considering Penelope has been Odysseus' guiding motivation for the entire play, the fact that there has not been a single solid piece of real characterisation that can be attributed to her this late in the story is uh! Criminal actually, and it's the only thing for which I hold some level of genuine disdain over.

In conclusion: I generally quite look forward to people doing adaptations and interpretations of myths and such! I generally think EPIC's done a good job with the adventure and exploration part of the epic but the political and domestic aspect of it really isn't where Herrans shines as a writer and it shows.

#ginger answers asks #Thank you anon!!#This ended up becoming just me talking for a long time about Epic characterisation but I think that's fine #I'm genuinely mad about the Penelope thing btw - the fact that we were IN ITHACA and they made the choice #to make that sage be about Telemachus and Athena is actually boggling to me #Penelope!! Where is Penelope!!!!#We're going to get to the Challenge and Penelope is gonna be singing about how she's been holding down the fort #and I'm going to sit there like "My sister in Christ I thought you were just a hallucination in Odysseus' head'#It's crazy too because Penelope is like...the Athenian woman ever #Literally Ithaca saga could've been about Penelope and Athena too -.-#Epic in general just like doesn't really write women well though. Or maybe it's a case where Herrans has written stuff for them #but forgets to put it in or cuts around it and then forgets to supplement #Like with Odysseus' mother in the Underworld or with Hera' verse in God Games ultimately coming down to a joke #But like that's a completely diff discussion lmao #epic the musical #epic the wisdom saga #epic antinous #epic telemachus #epic zeus

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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Hello! It has been fun reading all the different theories and directions chapter 7 can take as well as your thoughts on it! I was also surprised that Lilia announced his departure so soon, and while so far I am personally inclined to believe him about his powers fading due to age, I do wonder if Lilia could be testing Malleus in some way or teaching him a life lesson. Death is a natural part of life, and with the long lifespan of the fae, Malleus is bound to deal with the loss of loved ones/people in general 😔, especially as the next ruler. Lilia could be testing how Malleus reacts to loss as it could be an issue when he takes the crown. That being said, I don't think that Lilia is trying to induce an overblot (but well, who knows haha), but rather highlight the fact that life is not permanent (even for fae) and this cannot be changed (probably), and therefore life and time spent together should be treasured.

Personally, I believe that part of why Malleus is in school is to forge connections but also possibly to learn how to say goodbye (when he graduates), and to treasure the time spent together with peers even if they are not permanent. This is just my interpretation, but Malleus appears to struggle with perceiving time and living in the present moment. As such, he occasionally misses out on opportunities to bond with others or connect with the world. This is likely because he is fae but Lilia does not appear to struggle as much regarding this, so there could be other reasons 🤔. He doesn't appear to value time as much as others do (e.g. dismissing 3 months of internship because it's too short) which is understandable, but I think is something he should value more especially because life is not permanent. So maybe the life lesson Lilia could be imparting to Malleus is that people will come and go and that should be accepted, but it shouldn't stop him from genuinely connecting with others because it will make life better, even if it is more painful.

Sorry for the long ask haha but anyways it's all just opinions/possibilities! I'm very excited to see how the story goes from here. Have a nice day!

I agree with a lot of the points you brought up, Anon! I feel like a lot (and I mean a lot) of the upset surrounding Lilia leaving is because people expect a found family or a close knit group of friends (like Diasomnia) to always be comfy and together. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Part of being a family or being friends is also weathering through the tough times together, even if it is painful in the moment.

Many often forget that sometimes Lilia’s way of teaching a lesson or letting a secret out can be very callous. He was, of course, insensitive to the worry he caused Silver and Sebek while pulling off the prank in Endless Halloween Night, and did not gracefully divulge the truth of Silver’s human heritage to him when initially asked about it (Lilia just went, “Oh, you didn’t notice our ears were different until now?”). Lilia is also notably stern and sharp-tongued when scolding others (ie Leona in episode 2). And remember how hardcore his training was for young Silver and Sebek? Lilia can be so much harsher than he initially appears to be. It is for this reason that it’s possible that his departure is to encourage those remaining in Diasomnia to learn to stand on their own. All three of them are representative of the future of the Briar Valley and of Lilia’s hopes for peace between the races—the future king, a human able to bridge the difference between fairies and non-fairies, and a mixed child of a fairy and a human. But they can’t fully realize their own potentials if they keep leaning on Lilia for support. It’s could be like a case of “touch love”/“if you love them, let them leave the nest” (except it’s Lilia leaving in this case to force their hands).

I think Malleus is specifically in a position where it will be difficult for Lilia to get through to him. His entire existence has been a lonely and isolating one, and it’s hard to get the socially awkward Malleus to open up to others or to have peers approach him due to his overwhelming aura and power. His distorted sense of time also doesn’t help with this, as it leads Malleus to drastically over or underestimating the time he has (ie he mistakes Vil’s magical aging as the result of more time passing than he had perceived, he often misses meetings because he mixed up the date/time, he believes the internship periods are “too short” to learn anything substantial, etc). He cannot enjoy the present moment because (to him) it slips away so fast, and he has an several centuries ahead of him. Now is nothing. Malleus does not value time because he has so much of it left; this is why Lilia’s words strike him at the end of episode 6: others may have life spans far shorter than theirs, but they can still come together to forge strong bonds in the short time that they have. “We live among such creatures, Malleus.” There is value in the quality of time spent together, not just the length of it—that is what Lilia is trying to express to Malleus, who will eventually outlive his classmates.

Lilia has had the worldly experiences and the age to fuel his understanding of the flow of time and how to live peacefully with other creatures, but Malleus has not—and those things cannot easily be taught, and certainly not in the time span of a few years of schooling. This is likely why Lilia goes out of his way to push Malleus to act outside of his comfort zone and to live his school life to its fullest, to go out and talk to people, to journey to new places and to steep himself in other cultures. He wants Malleus to have those enriching experiences because experience is the best teacher.

It is pointed out by the students of NRC that they don’t understand why someone as powerful and as important as Malleus is wasting his time with school. This is also something that Leona mentions in regards to himself; what could they possibly hope to learn from school? They can afford the best private tutors and resources without so much as glancing in the direction of the school grounds. But that’s just it: it’s the social experience of being surrounded by peers and interacting with them, having to work together with them, hearing from all walks of life. These cannot be gained in isolated self study. It’s also true that the negative experiences associated with those things cannot be had outside of school. The good and the bad are a part of life, and Malleus needs to become accustomed to it if he is to become a well-rounded and wise adult like Lilia.

The connections he makes and the good-byes that come with them… they’re important parts of growing up. Even if it hurts now, it’s meant to make you stronger in the long run.

(I’m not saying this is Lilia’s canonical reason for leaving so soon, but that it aligns with Lilia’s philosophy that we know of so far. It isn’t completely out of character for Lilia to announce his departure and to entrust his boys with the future while he is away.)

#Diasomnia #Malleus Draconia #Lilia Vanrouge #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #notes from the writing raven #spoilers

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alllll-aboard · 2 years ago

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Ah but Emmet, don't you like those old crime dramas? The hard-boiled detective and the fem fatale stories?

I seem to remember there was a year where you wanted to dress up as a noir detective for Halloween but we both ended up working and not able to celebrate the way we had planned. Elesa was so upset that we missed her costume party.

I thought that video was long gone. Where have you been hiding it? Does mother know?

To answer Goth Anon, the shirts fit perfect. Some of the depot agents thought I was Emmet when they saw me wearing it. Not many of them know about my taste in music and that I do indeed have other things to wear than cable knit sweaters and button up shirts.

And I'm sorry to hear about you and your sibling being so far apart from one another. A phone call is the highest order if you are missing them. We at the gear station will do everything in our power to help you.

I don't think I could ever imagine Emmet and I being that far apart. It just would not feel right.

--Ingo

They are full of mystery and action! Unlike your soap operas. I looked verrrry good as a noir detective too! Elesa was not the only one upset, yep.

The video is being given to me as we speak! I hope to have it soon to show the passengers! Mother is giving it to me the moment she finds it!

I also enjoyed my shirt and bracelet, passenger! I looked verrrrry good in it, better than Ingo in his. Everyone thought so, yep! But make the call and file the complaint! We will work hard and work together to help!!

I am Emmet, and I would hate being away from Ingo like that. So we will do what we can!

#i am emmet! | chatting #our combination is the best! | ingo

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mosswillow · 3 years ago

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Hey I saw that your requests for headcanons are open so if it's not a problem for you I had this idea in my head on how would the Avengers react on reader having pierced nipples(I was thinking about Tony, Steve, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Dr Strange. If they are too much you can write whoever you want or if you have any idea for anyone else go fo it) And so like I had it in my head as if reader is kinda new in the team and now one really new that until one day she wore a crop top without a bra and they were showing. Like after a bath or in the morning right after she woke up, and the team isn't really fond of her so they aren't making any comments about it, just their thoughts. It's okay if you don't want to or can't write it but thank you in advanced

a/n- Oh my goodness. I wrote this whole fic (I know the ask was for a head-cannon but Inn this case a fic actually felt easier.) then came back to post and realized it's not what you asked for. 🤦‍♀️ I'm so sorry Anon, it's also been months I think that you've been waiting. They're supposed to not like her and it's all in their heads. I wrote it with them all reacting to it verbally, and they like her. Send another ask and lmk if you want me to redo this. I'm going to go ahead and release what I already wrote for now.

Here now - Steve Rogers x Fem reader. (plus a little bit of Tony, Sam, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, and Dr. Strange.)

Warnings - dark(ish), 18+ adult content, nipple piercings.

They’re never up this late, or at least they haven't been since you moved in with them. You’re the new girl still and while they’re all kind to you, you don’t fit in. It’s like they’re a family. They have history together that you just don’t. They’ve been through so much together while you just kinda just fell into it. Literally.

Yeah sure, you have super strength but it’s not something you want. Unlike most of the others, your power was something you were born with. You’ve never wanted to be a hero, you just want to be normal.

One day you were walking home from work while watching some stupid cat tik tok. You tripped and fell into this guy, tanging together with him on the sidewalk. When you looked up the entire avenger squad was running your way. Then you noticed the blood. The guy was covered in it. He had this look in his eyes that felt off. You didn't think, just punched. Your fist collided with his face, giving a satisfying crunch before he could scurry away.

Captain America got to you first and to your surprise chewed you out for your recklessness, it was quite the out of body experience. According to him, you shouldn’t have been on your phone while walking. He didn’t even say thank you or anything for catching the guy. But oh, how it made you feel with him standing over you all big with his muscles and piercing blue eyes. You should have been offended by how he was treating you but instead found yourself turned on.

Knocking out an evil villain made you a target, or so you were told. Your options were to join the avengers or live knowing that someone would probably show up in your life and either kill you or turn you into a weapon. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go with them.

That was a month ago. Since then you’ve mostly tried to stay to yourself.

Today, or rather tonight, you crave ice cream.

The freezer is always filled with all sorts of treats so you’ve made a sort of routine a few nights a week where you sneak out and eat a dessert.

You plop a hefty spoonful of vanilla ice cream into a bowl and bring the sweet treat to your lips, moaning at how good it tastes. Someone coughs and you look up into dark brown eyes.

“Oh, sorry, was this yours?” you ask Sam.

“No, you’re good, keep going.” He says, smirking as he steps back and crosses his arms.

You pause for a few minutes trying to understand what’s happening.

“Where’s Cap?” he asks.

“I don’t know?”

“Woah,” Tony’s voice rings through the air. you look up to see the whole crew walking in sans Vision and his highness, Captain America.

They look at you like you’re naked or something and it makes you feel more and more uncomfortable. Then you realize that they’re not looking at you, they’re looking at your breasts.

Fuck.

You look down and remember you’re not wearing a bra. They don't know that your nipples are pierced, or didn't know. Now they do.

“Hey, what’s everyone doing in here?” Vision walks in and looks around, knitting his brow in confusion. He looks at your nipples but doesn't seem surprised. “I don't understand.”

“I’ll explain later,” Wanda says quietly.

“Apparently nobody here has seen a nipple piercing before.” you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s just a surprise to come in here and see you showing them off in that little outfit. I should have known, the shy ones are always the ones with fun surprises.” Tony says.

“You should have heard her moaning a few minutes ago,” Sam chimes in.

You should walk away but your feet won’t move.

“We’re looking respectfully. Wanda says.

“I’m looking a bit disrespectful.” Natasha says. “Sorry, ”

“Why would you do that to yourself?” Bucky asks.

“You can't ask that Buck.” Bruce chides.

“I think I’m going to go to my room.” You finally say, moving towards the hallway.

“You don’t have to leave. I’ve come across many women with piercings, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Thor laughs.

“Yeah, don't leave, stay right there and moan more.” Clint adds.

“Well now she’s definitely going to leave,” Peter says, glaring at Clint. "and she was just starting to warm up to us. I'm tired of waiting for-" He's elbowed by Natasha.

“Children. Actual children.” Stephen sighs.

“Cap’s going to be pissed,” Tony says.

“Why?” you ask, stopping and turning around.

“She doesn't know,” Peter says.

“Know what?”

“He obviously has a thing for you,” Wanda rolls her eyes.

“So?”

“He’s old fashioned, doesn’t like anyone walking around barely clothed, let alone his girl. He gets jealous.” Bucky shrugs.

“We’re also not really supposed to have piercings,” Peter adds.

You slowly back away. “Ok, well this conversation was weird… let’s not do it again.”

You slink back into the hallway and almost reach your room when you’re pushed against the wall. You’re used to being able to push anyone off but Steve is even stronger than you. Warmth pools in your belly as you realize that you feel totally powerless for the first time in your life. Fuck, why does this turn you on so much?

“Did it hurt,” Steve whispers. He brings his fingers to a nipple and plays with it, making your knees go weak.

“When I got it, yes.”

“And now?”

“It… It feels good.”

“Good,” he purrs, groping at your breasts.

He reaches around you and opens the handle, pushing you in.

“You’ll have to get rid of them,” he says frowning.

Fire is ignited inside you.

“You can’t tell me not to get rid of them just because of your stupid sexism.”

“Oh, you misunderstand,” he says “I like them. If it was up to me you’d keep them,”

“Then why?”

“Combat and piercings don’t mix,” he shrugs.

“Piercings or not, don’t wear this outfit out of your room again,” he brushes a finger over one of the piercings. “And yes, I’m definitely being sexist.”

“I-” your breath hitches as he leans into your ear and takes a lobe in his mouth, “But you like it, don't you naughty girl?” He whispers.

You bite your lower lip and flutter your eyelashes. You should say something, anything. He backs off of you and opens your door.

“Welcome to the team,” he smirks before leaving.

#dark!avengers x reader #dark avengers #dark!steve rogers #dark mcu

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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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Law's Birthday Week ~ Law x GN! Reader ~ Knit One For Me.

So! this was requested by one of my lovely moots on discord for Law's bdw. The request was:

Reader gets transported to OP world, while wearing a jacket made like the one I made (can be sown, too, just you know, the design idea of the jolly roger on the back and his hand(tattoo)s on the chest. How does our boo react?

I hope you all enjoy this little scenario! After all, who wouldn't like to be sucked into OP world, right? (Preferably not during Marineford or Onigashima raid but you get the idea). Thank u boo for requesting, love u! ♥

TW: None. No gender nor usage of any pronouns. Completely SFW. (I hope anons don't get offended by someone wearing a coat with Law's tattoos on it XD)

WC: 636

- #LawBirthdayWeek2021

A huge storm hunts the night sky on a Saturday.. lighting going crazy. The power went off a few minutes ago, but luckily your laptop still has some battery left.

A sudden lighting strikes near your house, making your place ablaze by a purple light. You get hella scared, but you don’t feel bad.

There is something weird, you can feel something different in your room. And you have the idea, the need of touching the screen of your laptop while Law’s face is on the screen … and there you go… first, your hand was in… then, your forearm. And after a blink your whole body, you, everything of you was transported into your favorite anime world. The One Piece world. Specifically, the Polar Tang submarine.

A huge polar bear stands in front of you, two guys wearing funny hats and him. Law, Trafalgar Law. He is literally in front of you. Your hands travel all around your body, “what the fuck? I am 2D?” you ask. The guys look at you without being able to speak.

“Where does this person come from?”.

Law quickly unsheathes his Kikoku and prepares his hand to cast his well-known spell <room>. “No! Don’t I’m… I’m (Name) I’m not harmful at all” you say. Grey intense eyes, beautiful orbs, yet as cold as ice scan you. You tremble, with excitement but also a little scared. I mean, you have the surgeon of death right in front of you.

“Who are you, and why the fuck are you wearing MY tattoos on your jacket?” Law asks, confused and surprised. And you suddenly remember the piece of clothing you literally created a few days ago. You widen your eyes, “how the fuck am I going to explain this without being cut in slices?”.

“Uhm… I knitted it… I’m your... fan, Law” you mumble. “My fan?” he asks, frowning. He acts like the bad guy here, but he is as scared as his nakamas. “Aya, Aya! Where did you come from?” Bepo, the cute mink asks. And you can’t help but smile. Fucking Bepo is talking to you!! Bepo!!.

“Bepo, shut up” Penguin chimes.

“Sorry…”.

Law walks around you, scanning you from head to toe. He stops at your back. “Right, the Jolly Roger” you think. “Are you some kind of Bartolomeo to us, or what?” Law, coldly asks. Shachi bursts into laughter. And you, too. “Kind of, Law” you whisper giggling. “Are you able to teletransport? Are you a user of which devil fruit?” he asks. You really don’t know how to explain this to him… Should I mention the fact that I come from another dimension?.

“I’m sorry, I don't really know how I got here…But I can assure I’m not harmful. I love you guys, for real” you mumble, lifting your hands in the air showing them you are not a bad person. Law, who might be mistaken by a heartless guy, walks in front of you and tells you “What are your skills? Do you think you could help us in the submarine?”.

“CAPTAIN?!” everybody else shouts, really confused.

Law smirks at you, coming closer to your face. “This is such a pretty jacket… I really hope you can knit one for me too. I wouldn’t mind having a new nakama, especially if it looks as gorgeous as you” he whispers. Your mouth opens, dumbfounded. Did Law, Trafalgar Law just tell me I’m gorgeous and…. and…” you slowly lose your consciousness, and your mind shuts off.

You don’t want to open your eyes, you are sure this all has been a perfect dream, so comfy on your bed. “I don’t want to wake up. I don’t… I don’t want to…” you repeat, kicking the sheets.

“(Name)-ya? You are finally awake! What is it that you don’t want?”

WAIT…

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shig-a-shig-ah · 4 years ago

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Please I'm on my hands and knees begging for some kind of angst/comfort or whatever sequel to Solace what do I have to pay to see it at last

You know what, anon? Fuck it—ask and you shall receive.

DISCOMFIT ━ PART 2 OF SOLACE

» pairing: dabi x fem!reader, previous shigaraki tomura x reader

» cw: noncon, free use (mostly implied/referenced), implied anal, mentions of cheating, little bit of comfort, whole lot of angst. 18+, minors DNI.

» a/n: This picks up exactly where Solace left off, and isn’t exactly canon-compliant because the war arc hadn’t ended when I first posted Solace. It’s also more angsty than smutty, but def still NSFW. As always, reblogs, replies, etc. are welcome <3

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There's lead in Dabi's stomach as Shigaraki drags you towards the door, and he's already scrambling to tug on his sweats, staggering to his feet as though he could effectively intervene. He'd heard the threats hissed in your ear, the ones scattered among the taunts Dabi had tried so hard to counter with his own exaltations, but he hadn't been prepared for them to be genuine, had thought that in the end Shigaraki would view your shame as his own. That he wouldn't want to make this betrayal public, not really.

Apparently, Dabi was wrong.

When you're hauled across the threshold, he falters. The thought of your imminent defilement is enough to make him feel sick, bile rising at the back of his throat as his gut twists; he doesn't think he could bear to witness such a desecration. But in the end he also doesn't have a choice—Shigaraki pauses in the doorway, his vicious gaze fixing on Dabi as he gives the order. "You're coming too."

Dabi's throat tightens, because he knows there's no use trying to oppose Shigaraki's will, not with his newfound power. And there's no clemency in the man's burning red eyes, no hints that Tomura has doubts about his chosen retribution, nothing at all to give Dabi hope that perhaps the pale-haired man can be dissuaded from this corrective action.

So Dabi swallows back that bitter taste in his mouth, and he follows.

***

Your heart is in your throat as you're dragged into the hall for the second time, only vaguely aware of Dabi trailing behind, failing to interfere though you don't blame him for that, could never condemn him when this is so much more your fault than his. Had you ever really thought you could gladden yourself with Dabi's comfort and then return unscathed to Shigaraki's arms?

You're loud at first, and desperate. You rake at Tomura's forearm as you try to free yourself from his bruising grip, clawing until red droplets are blooming from the scratches on his skin and his flesh collects beneath your nails, but those marks knit themselves back together almost as quickly as you carve them in. Your feet scrabble ineffectually against the carpet too, trying to slow Tomura's movements, but all that accomplishes is friction burns when you stumble, collapsing to your knees even as Shigaraki continues his unyielding march, dragging you along without so much as a backwards glance.

You beg shamelessly again too, pleading with him to stop, to not, to simply let you go. You swear that you'll leave, that he'll never have to see you again, but he ignores those cries just as he does your pathetic attempts to grapple yourself free. It isn't until your implorations grow quieter, more disheartened, that he pauses—you're weeping, not even thinking about what you're saying, rash words falling from your lips. "Tomu, please, I'm sorry, it was a mistake. Please, if you ever cared about me, just let me go."

It's then that he freezes in place, every muscle in his body going rigid, the cords in his neck standing out as he whirls around to face you. His eyes are impossibly wide, his mouth twisted in disgust, and something dark flashes behind his expression, something that, but for a moment, makes him look wounded rather than filled with rage. It's gone almost as soon as it comes, replaced by an expression stonier than any he's fixed you with thus far. He spits his retort through gritted teeth, his tone so tight and glacial that it sends a shiver down your exposed spine.

"Who could ever care about a whore like you?"

***

Dabi can see you struggling, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks as you beg, but he hears none of those supplications, hears nothing but blood rushing in his ears and the wet glug of his throat every time he tries to swallow down the lump that has lodged itself there. Just moving forward consumes all his focus; this sprawling mansion may as well extend for miles for all the effort it takes him to continue putting one foot in front of the other as Shigaraki tows you down the hall.

Your grotesque procession ends in the cavernous ballroom on the ground floor. It's ornate even in its empty glory, sunlight streaming through the tall, arched windows and glinting off the crystal of the chandelier that hangs unlit from the ceiling. Dozens of observers trail behind, every inquiring mind that had peered out to investigate the commotion now obeying Shigaraki's commands for them to follow. They're watching warily, whispering behind their hands as their eyes flick curiously from Dabi, shirtless and shaking, to Shigaraki and you.

Dabi comes back into himself when Shigaraki hurls you unceremoniously to the floor, the sharp crack of your head against the hardwood echoing loudly enough to breach the disassociated haze in which he's been trapped. The sight of your face, dazed by the blow, has him instinctually moving forward, but he's stopped at once when a chiseled arm casts itself across his chest, halting his movements. A low growl issues from the back of Shigaraki's throat. "Don't."

It was easier not to protest Shigaraki's rough treatment of you when the three of you were alone in Dabi's bedroom. He'd been able to convince himself then that Shigaraki had some claim on you, some right to do what he was doing, a sense that had been given all the more weight by your own equivocal response to those harsh touches. But the sight of you now, curled on the floor clutching your head, your legs tucked to your chest as though that could somehow preserve your modesty, is harder to abide. It has heat roiling under Dabi's skin, his insides near-roasting as he does his best to restrain himself, to keep emotions too tumultuous to define from bubbling up and setting him alight.

So Dabi looks away. He does his best to tamp down on that growing heat and to endure, to think about the importance of being there for you. After.

Even after Tomura extends his sadistic invitation to the assembled remnants of the Paranormal Liberation Front, Dabi is naive enough at first to hope that no one will take the bait, that even a crowd of villains won't be depraved enough to indulge in what Shigaraki is offering. Except, Dabi had, hadn't he? Had found his own satisfaction in the first part of Shigaraki's punishment, even as you'd wept. He tries to tell himself that was different—he'd already had you, more than once and voluntarily, and you'd asked for him, implored him so desperately that he couldn't have refused, especially not when it was something Shigaraki had been so intent on enacting.

A darker thought flits across the back of Dabi's mind when he remembers the way you'd writhed under Tomura's domineering touch: if Shigaraki insists on it, will you beg here too?

It's a question that goes unanswered. You spend less than a minute sniffling on the floor surrounded by that mob of villains, and then Dabi's glancing up against his better judgement to see Re-Destro stepping forward, dark eyes glinting with curiosity as he shrugs off his suit jacket and loosens his tie, the balding sycophant unabashedly eager to avail himself of Shigaraki's sloppy seconds.

All your struggling has ceased; you're not trying to leave or asking for help, or mercy. Dabi's not sure if you're still trying to please Shigaraki or are only clinging to some last shred of dignity, if he should be disgusted or proud. Still, you flinch when the redhead crouches to trace one large hand up the outside of your thigh, and that small sign of discomfort is enough to have Dabi moving without thinking, every fiber of his body screaming out to defend you from that unwanted touch. But he only manages one feeble step forward before Shigaraki's hand is curling in his hair, yanking him back so hard that Dabi's scalp throbs. Shigaraki maintains that tight hold, leaving Dabi immobilized and with no choice left but to keep staring forward.

"You're going to watch every second," Shigaraki hisses.

Dabi nods. Grinds his teeth. Watches.

***

He thinks nothing could be worse than the powerlessness he feels as Re-Destro takes you. It's a sense of impotence that settles in his bones, that unearths and amplifies every inadequacy he endured in his youth until his knees are weak and there's blood leaking from the corners of his eyes. Just like back then, he's too weak to do what is needed. He can only watch in dismay as someone slots themselves into a role that should be his.

He's wrong, of course, that nothing could be more horrible than witnessing that first act. It's worse when he starts to notice the familiar tensing in your body, and hears your high-keyed whines reverberating off of walls designed to carry just such a pitch. It's worse when he spies Skeptic with that camera trained on you, documenting your disgrace as he palms himself through his pants, and even worse when Spinner comes forward, casting a long, uncertain glance towards Shigaraki before burying himself in both your holes. It's worse when they stop taking orderly turns coupling with your pliant form and start to share instead, and it's worse still when Dabi realizes that somewhere along the way he's grown shamefully, achingly hard.

But the worst? The absolute worst?

That comes at the end.

You're nothing but a crumpled heap on the floor, one cheek squashed against the stained hardwood, your expression glassy and far away. People have stopped coming forward, all those who wanted a turn having taken one, or more. Their faces are uneasy now that they're spent, murmuring again and shooting furtive looks towards the door, obviously unsure if their continued presence is required but too wary of Shigaraki to ask. So it's Dabi who finally works up the nerve to speak, his voice tight through his clenched jaw.

"You did what you wanted. Now can we go?"

A sense of relief washes over him when Shigaraki releases him, but it's short-lived as the other man fixes that red-eyed stare on Dabi.

"Huh," he muses thickly, his expression unreadable as he cocks his head. "You still want her."

Dabi hesitates. Because he knows Shigaraki doesn't want that to be true, is intent on ripping apart whatever tenuous connection you and Dabi have forged over the past weeks, but Dabi's not sure that such a thing is possible. Right now he can't imagine the future any further than getting you both far, far away from here, but even after watching you submit to Shigaraki so readily, after seeing you clench and moan while being offered up like so much meat, Dabi doesn't think he could ever turn you away, not so long as you want him. So he nods.

Shigaraki's unreadable expression morphs, his lips splitting into a wide, depraved grin. "Fine." There's something in his tone that has Dabi's chest tightening with dread already, a sense that only intensifies when Shigaraki continues. "Finish her off, and you can have her. After all, what the fuck do I care if you want to keep the toy you damaged?"

Dabi swallows hard, looking around again. The crowd is watching intently, exchanging hushed whispers, and he knows they can hear every word, have no doubt anymore about just what has happened here, if they had any doubts before.

"Better get on with it," Tomura jeers, followed by a quiet, callous chuckle. "Take the last turn, and the two of you can go. Or don't, and I'll keep her here for days."

Fuck, Dabi can feel the weight of all those eyes on him, of dozens of gazes flicking between his torn expression and your used up form. He wants to say he can't, that he could never, but it's not the truth. The thought alone might have him fighting back a wave of nausea but that doesn't mean he isn't still erect, tenting his pants in a way that's painfully obvious to himself and to everyone else. Physically, at least, Dabi absolutely could.

He takes a step closer to you. Grimaces. He wants to reach out to you, to give you the reassurance of a soothing touch, but there's nowhere your skin isn't reddened or contused, the evidence of that damage exaggerated by the sheen of sweat and worse coating your skin. Your eyes roll up just enough to meet his hesitant stare, and Dabi gives you what he hopes is an apologetic look.

Dabi does what he has to do.

***

The moment it's over Dabi is scooping you up, hooking his arms around your shoulders and behind your bruised knees and lifting you gingerly from the floor, taking you in his arms as gently as he can manage. Your eyes drift to him again, the corners of your lips twitching and a tiny whimper issuing from the back of your throat, a sound so small and feeble that Dabi has to bite hard at the inside of his cheek to maintain some semblance of composure.

He avoids making eye contact with anyone as he leaves, not even sparing a glance towards Shigaraki to confirm this is really over; if the other man decides to change his mind, Dabi's sure it will be painfully obvious. But no one tries to stop him from taking you—he flees the scene of your discrediting successfully, with his heart pounding and his eyes fixed firmly on the floor ahead of him. Just as when he'd followed Shigaraki's march before, he puts one foot in front of the other and wills himself to think of nothing else.

It's difficult. Your skin is slick against his unclothed chest, and feels feverish. Every time he shifts you, he can feel wetness dribbling down your thighs as he tries to lie to himself it's nothing. Tries not to give it any attention at all.

Dabi's never been very good at deceiving himself, and it's all the harder now with the images of your defilement burned into his retinas—Shigaraki knew just what would make him suffer, Dabi has to admit that much.

When he reaches his room, he sets you gently to the floor, whispers that he'll be right back and then disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind him. He cranks on the bathtub—it will be necessary to clean you up since he's certain you couldn't stand if you tried. It also serves to drown out the sounds to come, because the moment the water starts pouring he's lunging for the toilet and heaving his guts into the bowl, coughing and sputtering as he retches.

By the time he's finished being sick, the tub is nearly full.

He checks the temperature of the water. Once, twice. Three times. It's hard for him to gauge it adequately when he runs so hot, and the last thing he wants is to scald your abused skin or any of those tender, overworked parts. When he's finally wrangling you into the tub, he dips your hand in first, one final test to ease his anxious mind.

"That feel all right, baby girl?" He's not sure if you really nod, or if you're simply shifting a little, but either way he takes it as a yes.

In the end, it doesn't matter so much. The water turns disgusting almost the moment you're submerged, an oily sheen rising to the surface that Dabi doesn't want to think too hard about it. He drains it and doesn't repeat that mistake, only fills it a few inches full the second time and then scoops water over your irritated skin to rinse away the worst of the mess, a painstakingly slow but necessary measure. He repeats it twice and only after that muck stops rising to the top does he let the water creep higher so that he can wash you properly.

He starts with your hair. It's another slow process, trying to keep from snagging your damp tresses on the staples that line his palms as he massages shampoo into your scalp, and moving carefully to avoid the lump that's formed at the back of your head, where it cracked against the hardwood floor. He does his best not to grimace visibly at that swelling, does the same as he's working sweat and sticky clumps out of your matted locks—your eyes are still bleary but he knows you're watching him, and he couldn't bear for you to see how much it affects him to witness you like this.

Conditioner is probably an unnecessary touch, but he works it in anyway once the last of the suds have been rinsed away, thinks it might help you to feel some sense of normalcy, if that's even still a possibility for you. He lets it soak in while he tends to the rest of your inflamed skin, trying best as he can to be gentle, though that doesn't stop you from wincing every time he brushes over some raw, tender spot. When he finally works the washcloth between your thighs, the last horribly necessary task left, you let out a choked sob, your face contorting in distress in a way that has his throat tightening again.

"Shh, baby girl," Dabi soothes, his voice raw even to his own ears as he lifts a hand to stroke at your hair. "It's okay. I've got you."

You can't help but wonder if that's entirely true as you bite back more complaints and let him tend to your ravaged sex. You can see the tightness in his face, the way he can't seem to look at you for long, and Shigaraki's words keep running through your mind, a grim mantra that sticks in your head even more than the memories of the past few hours.

You'll be ruined for him, just like you're ruined for me.

The thought is enough to have panic brewing in your chest, a near-hysteria clawing its way through you. Because what would you do without Dabi? Who else would ever want you now? It would be too much to lose them both.

You don't realize tears are streaming down your cheeks until hot thumbs are brushing them away, cerulean eyes fixed worriedly on your own. "It's okay," Dabi murmurs again. "You're okay."

But it's not, you're not, probably won't ever be again, and you need more than those thin reassurances. Your arm aches when you lift one hand to catch his wrist, your feeble grip a reminder of just how worn you really are. "Am I—" your voice is hoarse, your words interrupted by a painful cough as you struggle to speak through your wrecked throat "—am I ruined for you?"

The way his face falls at your question is reassurance enough, that tight expression going slack and defeated, the corners of his brows lifting in grief. Then Dabi's pulling you to his chest, water sloshing over the side of the tub and cool porcelain digging into your side as he wraps both arms around you, his face burying itself in your damp strands as he cradles you close.

"No. No, of course not, baby girl. Never."

***

When Dabi finally releases you, he leaves you soaking in the tub long enough to take a shower. He's loath to abandon you for even one second, but he needs that cleansing and, more than that, needs a moment to breath. Because you'd never clung to him so eagerly before, never needed him the same way he needed you, not when you had someone else to hold tightly to.

So just now, when you'd burrowed against his chest and made clear that he was the one you were counting on? Well, he'd be lying if he said it hadn't felt good.

Shigaraki might have succeeded in cracking the pedestal Dabi had placed you on, but all that's truly accomplished is to bring you down to Dabi's level, to a place where he can actually hope to make you his. And Dabi doesn't want to find that thought reassuring, doesn't want to dwell on the realization that this whole fucked up situation might be the only way he'll get the one thing he still wants in life. But he does.

He cranks the heat in the shower as high as it will go as he tries to wash away that guilt, but the scalding water isn't enough. It can't rinse out the shame of finding personal satisfaction in your suffering, just like it can't scour away the memories of obeying Shigaraki's final order, of burying his length in the slick sensation of a dozen other men's seed, of squeezing your thighs together in a desperate bid to create some sort of friction, or of sinking himself into your tighter hole when it seemed like the only way to end that agony.

The list of things that require Dabi's contrition is endless, it seems.

Perhaps it's some kind of fucked up penance, then, that once you're both clean Dabi finds himself offering to go collect your things from the room you'd shared with Shigaraki.

It's an offer born of necessity; you have nothing to wear and while Dabi would love to dress you in his clothes, would relish the sight of you parading around in some oversized shirt that belongs to him, the way you had with Shigaraki's clothes back in the old hideout, he has nothing to offer on that front. An extensive wardrobe isn't among his precious few possessions—the options are his filthy tee shirt and jeans, the ones that reek of booze and ash, or his sweats, amply stained from your walk of shame. None of that seems anywhere near adequate.

So Dabi grits his teeth yet again, tugs on those dirty clothes himself and leaves you tucked safely in his bed, bundled in his only towel. There's an anxious look in your eyes as he departs, one that has a strange thrill coursing through him as he murmurs a promise to return quickly.

He tells himself as he journeys down the hall—pointedly ignoring every person he passes—that Shigaraki won't be there. Dabi's seen the boss angry before, knows he's one to wander and destroy rather than to sulk, and if Dabi were a betting man he would wager that Shigaraki won't be setting foot in the room he'd shared with you any time soon.

Unfortunately, Dabi is wrong once again. There's no answer when he knocks, but when he slips inside it becomes painfully obvious that lack of response wasn't because the quarters were unoccupied. He pauses inside the door, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, and is almost immediately assaulted by the sounds issuing from around the corner, just out of sight: sheets rustling and heavy breathing, the faint slap of skin on skin, a quiet moan.

Fuck. Fuck no. This is the last thing that Dabi wants or needs to witness, even if the stab of incredulity and anger he feels about it is undeserved. It's how he himself would have coped, he knows, had Shigaraki's return to the Liberation Front and your return to him gone according plan, but the thought that he could avail himself of this ever after today's display has Dabi's stomach twisting.

He holds his breath as he immediately retreats, the carpet muffling his slow, quiet steps. Dabi will try something else, ask Toga to loan you some things, or rifle through the remnants of Jin's possessions if he has to. All he has do is get out of here without—

"What do you think you're doing?"

The sound of Shigaraki's low voice has Dabi freezing in place. He sounds different than when they last spoke, some faint trace of amusement there in place of that calculated callousness. Dabi keeps still, tries to convince himself that it's not him Shigaraki is addressing, but that hope proves unfounded.

"I can smell you, you know. You reek of smoke. So why don't you stop hiding and tell me why the fuck you're here?"

Dabi's first instinct is to simply turn and leave, to avoid this unpleasant encounter all together and pray Tomura will simply return his attentions to whoever had the poor judgement to leap into his bed. But in the end he steps forward, not willing to test the other man further than he has with his mere presence, not when there's still a sinister edge to his tone and the damage Dabi's wrought is already likely to haunt him to his dying day.

A light clicks on when Dabi steps into sight, the sudden assault on his pupils making him blink rapidly, and when the room finally swims back into focus, Dabi freezes. Tomura has some woman tucked neatly in his lap, her back nestled to his chest as he peers at Dabi from over her shoulder, the sheets barely covering where Dabi is positive they're joined together.

"I just came to get some of her shit—I didn't think you'd be here," Dabi says flatly, trying to not to let his eyes drift from Tomura's face as deadly hands grope at exposed breasts, dark bite marks and hickeys starkly visible even from the bottom of Dabi's field of vision. "I'll come back later. Or just find her new shit."

"Why bother when you're already here? Just get on with it." Dabi can sense something forced in that casual dismissal of his presence even as Shigaraki lets out a low laugh, and that impression is only strengthened when the woman—some MLA holdover Dabi recognizes but couldn't name—tugs at the edge of the blankets, obviously intent on providing herself with some sort of cover. Shigaraki growls immediately, pale fingers clamping around her wrist so tightly that she whimpers in protest. The first syllable of Tomura's name falls quietly from her lips, a paltry whine that's quashed as soon as it begins, Shigaraki's wide palm slapping harshly over her mouth. His eyes narrow in displeasure as scowling lips ghost over her ear.

"You're the one who wanted to fuck," Dabi hears Shigaraki hiss, "so don't you dare stop."

Dabi might have felt some sympathy for her in another life, some pang of unease at the way her eyes widen and she fidgets nervously before hesitantly rocking her hips, but in this moment he can muster no sympathy, not when her apparently voluntary presence far exceeds even Dabi's expectations for the shamelessness of these meta liberation freaks.

He does, however, feel a twinge of disquiet when he realizes, after a moment of staring, that she looks like you. Not exactly, of course—the nose is wrong, the hairstyle different—but enough. Her hair color, her eyes, her build: they're all reminiscent of your own.

Dabi tries not to think about what that means.

"Well, aren't you going to do what you came for?" Shigaraki taunts. That malicious glint is back in his eyes, the corner of his thin mouth curving up into a smirk that makes it clear he's enjoying Dabi's discomfort at the scene playing out before him. His hands start to wander again as though to emphasize it, pinching and tugging at puffy, exposed nipples while the woman continues to issue muffled mewls from behind his hand. "I'm busy, if you couldn't tell."

Dabi grits his teeth and looks away. "Where is it?"

Shigaraki only shrugs, that sneer widening, and Dabi turns stiffly towards the dresser, doing his best to tune out the soft cries as he rummages through the drawers. After a moment it's clear that nothing within belongs to you, and reluctantly Dabi steps further into the room to search the closet. He finds what he's looking for there, thank god; neatly folded stacks of pants and shirts line the shelves, blouses and those fancy nightgowns you're so fond of arranged neatly on hangars beside them. There's a duffel bag on the floor too, and Dabi quickly busies himself shoving as many of your belongings into it as he can, working with unceremonious haste and chewing at his cheek, still trying to ignore the way the sounds behind him are escalating, the moans and lewd wet smacks growing louder, more rapid.

He only stops when the duffel is overflowing, too stuffed full to even zip shut. It's certainly more than enough for now, but he wonders briefly about the rest of your possessions, if there's some other source of comfort he could and should bring you before Shigaraki decides to dispose of anything you've left behind. But Dabi has no way of knowing, has never been permitted to so much as step foot in this space before.

When the unmistakable sound of a slap emanates from behind him, followed by a throaty groan, Dabi decides it doesn't matter.

It takes him a moment to steel himself, to work up the nerve to turn back towards the room and the vulgar performance occurring mere feet away, but he once he does he strides purposefully towards the door without so much as a glance towards Shigaraki and his new—and very temporary, Dabi suspects—lover. He's almost out the door, seconds from feeling as though he can breath again, when that mocking voice is once again demanding his attention.

"Dabi," Shigaraki calls out liltingly, and Dabi pauses.

"What now?"

His obvious impatience draws a cold chuckle from Tomura. "Don't try to leave. Either of you," Shigaraki says. "The Violet Regiment still needs its lieutenant, and I need you motivated."

For a long moment, Dabi simply stands there, his hand still resting on the knob as he considers those instructions. Shigaraki isn't wrong to think he would consider it; Dabi's mostly accomplished what he hoped to with the League, and his more protective instincts have been screaming at him to get you out of here since the second it was clear Tomura intended to honor his threats. But he'd already had doubts that the jilted man would let that happen, not when the punishment he'd devised is most effective if you're both forced to stay, forced to face everyone who witnessed your downfalls and shared shame.

And also, well...Dabi's more protective instincts might tempt him to flee—he's disappeared before, after all, thinks he could do it again even if it would be harder to evade Shigaraki's reach—but his possessive instincts? Those have more self-serving thoughts brewing in the back of his mind. Because if the castigation you endured is most effective if you stay, it also means that Dabi has no advantage anywhere else. Would you cling to him so sweetly, so fiercely if you weren't surrounded by those who had seen you so thoroughly humbled? Or would such an escape only taint Dabi's presence in your mind, single him out as the last reminder of your humiliation and debasement?

It would, he thinks. So Dabi nods even though Shigaraki can't see him, noting the opportunity present in what was surely intended as a threat. The sadistic leader might be intent on dangling this over both your and Dabi's heads until at least one of you is dead, but Dabi's made the best of bad situations before, ones worse than this.

"Sure thing, boss," he says, working to keep his tone level and mild. He steps out into the hall, lets the door click closed behind him.

For the first time all day, Dabi smiles.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #dabi fanfic #dabi angst #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #bnha x reader #bnha smut

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lowkeyorloki · 4 years ago

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Chaos and Control

Anonymous requested: I have a request! The reader is part of the Avengers team, but is more on the technology side and babysitter if need be; like when Steve Rodgers at the end of the first Captain American movie. But the reader is in charge of babysitting Loki and Loki can’t help but be intrigued by the reader. Loki ends up kidnapping the reader when escaping from the Avengers and somehow protects the reader throughout the events of NY!

Anonymous requested: Hello, just found your page and I have a request if it hasn’t already been done yet. But Loki meeting his significant other for the first time and trying his hardest to stay away, but the readers niceness has a warmth that Loki can’t deny no matter how hard he tries.

I hope this first anon doesn’t mind if I tweaked the prompt a bit! Instead of kidnapping the reader, Loki just runs into them in NYC. It should still work :D

Loki’s eyes glinted.

“You seem to have held back all your life. Allowed yourself to be controlled under guise of following orders.” Loki stands up a little taller, reminding you of just how small you are to him. “...Don’t you ever just want to let go?”

“I don’t have that luxury,” you respond, watching Loki from the other side of the glass. He sits in his prison, much more confident than he probably should be. “It’s not that simple.”

“My life greatly improved when I realized it is.” Loki tells you.

“You turned your back on a whole kingdom.” you say, knitting your eyebrows. Loki clenches his fists- a movement you would have missed if you’d blinked.

“They turned theirs on me first.” he retorts. You see something change in him- a flicker in his eyes.

Sadness.

Without thinking, your press a hand up to the cool glass that divides the two of you. It’s silly, stupid even- Loki is probably going to rip you to shreds, make fun of you to no end.

But he doesn’t. In fact, the god stands up, almost like he’s going to walk over to you and place his own hand against yours.

Fury barks your name from behind you. Giving Loki one last glance, you walk away.

Loki has been in custody for three days. With Natasha having blown her facade with him to get information, it’s your job to watch him.

Thor insisted Loki be allowed nourishment, so you give him meals as well. You slip his meals into his cell through the small window.

Loki never eats unless you do too. It’s always silent, and one of you is always watching the other.

You tape little notes under the plates to give to Loki. They don’t even say anything. They’re just doodles, of flowers or clouds or whatever else you thought of.

If Loki notices, he doesn’t mention it.

You’re not blind to the eyes of the Avengers or other S.H.I.E.L.D agents on you. You’re used to it, it comes as no concern.

But maybe it should.

“It’s not innocent, little one.” Loki says as the man who debriefed you leaves. You glance at him, and Loki is as close to your side of the glass as he’s ever been.

“What’s not innocent?” you question him, training and information extraction skills at the ready. Loki may distract you, but not entirely. You still have a purpose here.

“The stares.” he answers, like it’s perfectly clear. Like you’re a fool for not knowing. “It’s not because you’re new, or stronger, or faster. It’s because you’re different. You kind doesn’t like that.” he quiets down. “Neither did mine.”

You take a step closer- if there was no barrier between you and Loki, you two would be able to touch.

“You don’t know me.” you say, but it’s not a threat. You don’t declare it as a triumph. You just... state a fact. Not a good or bad one.

Loki blinks, then turns away.

No, he thinks. Not yet.

When Loki makes his escape, it’s a grandiose event. There are explosions everywhere, the Hulk has been unleashed, and you’re still having to break up fights between Steve Rogers and the Ironman himself.

You’re sent after Loki, running after him and dodging every stray bullet, flame, and pieces rubble that’s sent your way.

He’s in a jet of some sorts, one that he probably can’t fly by himself and will crash if he tries. The door is open, an empty seat next to him. Loki says nothing, but just like yours, his attention is drawn to the passenger seat.

Almost like he was asking you to join.

The engine stalls and makes noises it shouldn’t, but it’s somewhat up in the air and leaving the helicarrier before you can react.

Before you can make a choice.

The blast sends you flying backwards, hitting your head. The last thing you see is Loki flying away. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this is an omen.

In the back of your mind, you’re almost glad he escapes.

It’s New York, but it’s different.

The city was never boring, least of all right now.

The Chitauri are everywhere, and so are the civilians they’re attacking. Every abandoned shoe, doll, backpack makes your heart heavy. You hope they were simply dropped, as opposed to...

As opposed to...

You didn’t want to think of the other possibility.

The rest of the Avengers are headed towards the epicenter of destruction, hoping to find Loki.

You think back to your days spent with him. You listened to what he had said. You’d seen the looks of scorn he gave Thor.

Thor stole glory from Loki, banished his younger to the sidelines.

That’s where you figure he’ll be now.

New York is a huge city, with lots of alleys to hide in. You can’t possibly look down them all.

And yet, you’re determined to try. No one else, not even Loki, had to get hurt.

He’s waiting for you, on the outskirts of the city. You hit his armored chest as you round a corner, bouncing back far enough to look at him.

Loki’s form makes your heart skip a beat.

He’s godly, now, that much is sure. His helmet is tall, reflecting the sun, and his scepter emanates power. Loki’s robes are adorned with gold, and the brilliant green shows every curve of his muscled self.

This doesn’t seem like the same battered Loki you met in the S.H.I.E.L.D compound. This was a lethal man, capable of being terrible.

But also of being kind.

Loki wordlessly walks towards you, taking advantage of your shell-shocked self. He looks forlorn, reaching up and running his thumb over the stitches on your forehead.

Stitches from his escape. You flinch when he touches them.

“Not you.” he murmurs. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Loki is tangible now, and with no glass to separate the two of you, you reach out. Your hand finds its way under layers of metal and leather and cloth until it rests on Loki’s bare chest, just over his heart.

It beats steady under your hand, but faster than you would have thought. As if your touch excited Loki.

You stare at each other, until Loki closes his eyes, muttering a chant under his breath. In an instant, the gash on your forehead is healed, leaving you feel more alert in its wake.

“Thank you.” you whisper, the first words you’ve ever spoken that are meant for Loki and Loki alone. There’s no one to hear them, no supervisors or agents.

Just you.

He gives you a sad smile, pulling away. He begins to leave, cape trailing behind him.

“Wait.” you call out. “You can stop this.”

Loki turns back, still looking kind and kingly. Your breath catches in your throat.

“No.” he says sadly. “I don’t think I can.”

“I know this isn’t what you want.” you say, you beg. This isn’t Loki, this was a front. Why wouldn’t he save himself?

“I’m glad someone could see that.” Loki muses. He looks over your shoulder at the impending chaos behind you. His face crumples, like it pains him to see it all. “Just... wait for me. When this is all over, all said and done.”

You aren’t given a chance to respond before Loki disappears into thin air.

But then, you don’t think you have to. Loki knows.

He doesn’t know your mind yet, but he knows your heart. You’ll wait for anyone who needs you.

Especially him.

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damn-stark · 4 years ago

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Always and Forever

Niklaus Mikaelson x Mikaelson!reader (platonic)

Requested by anon “can i request a klaus mikaelson x sister reader. like he’s a year older or smth than her and Elena and stefan are trying to convince her to give him up but she refuses and in the end klaus says he’s sorry for the way he has treated her? tyyyy xxx”

Warning- Mention of blood and violence, angst and fluff

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There's beauty in tragedy and blinded devotion in loyalty.

Or perhaps those are just sayings that fit with your family. In Always and Forever.

“We have to go, you have to leave him behind,” Elena urged as she grabbed your hand to pull you with her, “he’s not worth it.”

You snap your head towards her to shoot her a burning glare while you rip your hand out of her grip, “not worth it? He’s my brother!”

Stefan approaches the both of you with thick knitted brows and concern in his gaze, “there’s no more time we have to go!” He repeated, his words not grasping in your mind as your eyes and worry kept drifting to Klaus tackled to the ground with white oak stake hovering above his heart and a witch weakening at his side.

“No!” You bellow as you try to vamp speed towards him, but only make a feet past your previous spot before you’re stopped by the werewolf toxin poisoning your whole body. “Klau—”

Suddenly your words are cut off as you’re pulled back and taken further away from the scene in a matter of a second. With a hand tightly wrapped around your neck. When you look back you see Stefan gripping onto you with all his strength.

“If you go back, they’ll kill you too!” Stefan argues sharply, “do you really want to save someone who would never go back for you! Who let the werewolf toxin in your body when he has the power to cure you!”

“It doesn’t matter!” You growl whilst you twist stefans arm and throw him over you, once again trying to vamp speed towards Klaus but stopped before you could go deeper into the woods by pesky Elena. “Move or you will be moved.”

“I can’t let you,” she insists with her hands out to try and stop you from moving any further. “Think about it, y/n! Save yourself instead, leave him! If he dies you’ll be able to live your life, you’ll be free!”

You scoff, “free I’m not his servant, Elena! I’m his sister and he needs me! I thought you of all people would understand.” A cough that spills out blood escapes your lips and drops you to your knees. “I-I have to—” you cough out blood again but still try and get up, stiffening as you hear Klaus’s pained screams in the distance.

“He isn’t—”

“No!” You snap sharply, feeling your legs shake as you push yourself to your given height, “what kind of sister would I be if I can’t keep the promise of Always and Forever?”

Elena and Stefan look at one another after your comment and try to find a reason, but they don’t seem to find one or really dare to find one anymore. You were too stubborn. Too alike the family you were blindly loyal to, even after spending so many years away from them while you stayed in Mystic falls.

“Fine,” Stefan huffs, “I’ll help you.”

You look over your shoulder and scoff, “thanks but I don’t need forced pity.” With as much strength and sanity as you could you shove past Elena and vamp speed back to the middle of the darkened forest to hide behind a tree. Picking up a stone from the floor and throwing it rapidly at the witch; making her instantly drop to the ground and stop her chanting. Leaving you to come out of hiding and run towards the vampire above Niklaus and grab him by the throat to lift him off the floor and off your brother.

“Wrong day. Wrong family.” You hiss as you shove your fist into his chest and rip out its heart. Dropping him to the ground and only being able to turn yourself halfway before you’re falling to ground because of the werewolf toxin still in your system.

Klaus goes on his knees and swoops an arm under your shoulders to lift you off the floor, lifting his other arm to bite his wrist and draw blood that he used to finally bring you ease.

That once you do, you feel the weight that had been draining your energy and strength leave your body, drawing in a relieved breath of air that you exhaled as your eyes set on the man before you.

“Niklaus!” You throw your arms around him to wrap him in a tight embrace, “you’re alright.” You smile.

Niklaus chuckles and hesitantly returns the embrace, “all thanks to you. You’ve saved me little sister.”

You pull away to meet his gaze and show him your reassuring smile, “that’s what family is for. No matter what we go through.”

Klaus pulls his arm away and helps you to your feet. “And you might be the only to think that right now. You always have.” He confesses with a small smile tugging on his lips, “and you always seem to have my back when others don’t,” his gaze wanders behind you as he pauses and grabs your shoulder to pull you into another surprising embrace, “which leads me to say that...I’m sorry. I’ve been cruel to you when you’ve always been kind to me,”

Your breath hitches and feel your eyes sting with tears that makes you hold onto him tighter.

“I’m grateful to have you as a little sister.” Niklaus continues, “thank you for everything and thanks for saving me today.”

You pull away and smile softly, “always and forever.”

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meetmeatthecoda · 3 years ago

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What activities do you think Red and Liz do together as a hobby? What's their domestic scene like? I have a head full of things I imagine them doing together.

I imagine park walking (perhaps a dog Liz and Agnes persuaded Red around) is a given, Red regaling them with tales and knowledge. Slow dancing by a fire place lit room, with little Agnes pouting on the side lines cause she's wanting a dance with her daddy and we know Red wouldn't be able to refuse her. Red teaches Agnes everything he knows some of which Liz scolds him cause it's probably skills that would never be needed.

But Red likes his little girl to be prepared. Red and Liz also love taking pictures and making home videos. Red scrapbooks the pictures they take while Liz manages the home movie reels. It's a fun thing for the family to do.

Red probably takes on cooking, cleaning and other house keeping/maintenance duties cause he's the mother hen of their little family. And also because he's just a domestic god and Liz appreciates it. Red tinkers away in his workshop, he probably does some woodworking or some sort of crafts. Liz often tries her hand at them, but isn't very successful.

Red and Liz probably spend afternoons just in the comfort of each other's presence and silence. Reading books recommended by the other in their little book nook in their library that they all love.

I imagine Liz and Agnes trying to get Red to like some of the contemporary pop music but Red still insists he prefers the classics, jazz, standards. He probably does secretly likes some of the modern music he's been forced to listen but he'd never admit that.

And there's probably regular game nights for Red, Liz and Agnes. The girls like to gang up on Red, beating him in many games. He doesn't like losing so many times, but Agnes has him wrapped around her little finger. Liz has sway over him too. So the boy is powerless against his two special ladies.

Ooooh, anon, domestic!Lizzington headcanons, my favorite!! 😍 I'm certainly flattered that you asked, but I almost don't want to add anything to all the lovely things you described here!! 😂 I mean... Liz & Agnes convincing Red to get a dog (not that I think it would take much convincing, he's such an animal lover, the softie) is adorable. Agnes seeing her parents dancing & giving Red the Patented Puppy Dog Eyes until Red asks her for a dance & she gets twirled around the living room standing on her daddy's feet while Liz looks on with tears in her eyes. Red teaching an older Agnes how to pick a lock & hot wire a car, which drives Liz crazy, but she grudgingly admits it may be useful & Red pointing out that Sam taught her when she was younger than Agnes. Liz taking videos of Red & Agnes playing on her phone & showing Red how take pictures while he prefers the old-fashioned way of getting them developed & printed & framed for their house. Mother-Hen/Domestic-God!Red cooking Liz & Agnes's favorite meals & teaching them both a little about baking, flicking flour & powered sugar & soap bubbles with Agnes & - once she goes to bed - making a different kind of kitchen mess with Liz. Red doing his crafts & wood-working & mechanical tinkering while Agnes sits on his lap so she can watch & learn & Liz keeps them company, maybe doing some simple knitting or sewing or just reading or pretending to read while actually watching her daughter & husband being adorable. Speaking of reading, of course they would have a beautiful library, maybe with a window seat or a spiral staircase to a lovely "little book nook" as you so beautifully put it, anon, somewhere for Red & Liz to read quietly together or one of them to read Agnes her bedtime stories. Liz & Agnes dancing around the house to pop music on the radio while Red tries not to smile & join in, professing his only musical love is for playing jazz on the record player in the library but secretly liking that Carly Rae Jepson song about someone maybe calling somebody. And omg, game nights. Absolutely. Red adores being beaten by his girls & can only smile & shake hands as Agnes & Lizzie crow with victory, while - once Agnes goes to bed - he & Lizzie get playfully competitive with strip poker or some other adult game. And then - .....well, it turns out I did have things to add. Whoops 👀😂😅 Sorry about that, anon, but all my ramblings were completely inspired by your lovely message, so you surely get all the credit!! 🥰 Thank you so much for sharing this, anon, I dearly enjoyed this little foray into our beautiful domestic!Lizzington AU!! Much love to you, my friend!! ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #Agnesgate #thoughts #headcanons #mine #ask #anon #ahhhhhhhh #domestic!Lizzington #and Agnesgate #the blessed place we all wish to live #:')#thank you so much for sharing anon!!#:D #much love!!#<3

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Shrimp Dick Azog.

Kili x reader, requested by anon.

Summary: Kili convinces you to to join him on hiding from his royal duties as a prince.

Word count: 2899

Warnings: Language , sorry watched Moulin rouge.

So, you hadn't actually grown up with Kili and Fili, more like bloody thrown from the sky a year ago, into their world. Not their world, middle earth. Was not the best thing you wanted, you had just been walking down the stairs with a lightsaber,why a lightsaber? You knew the answer, whether it was yours or someone else's, you knew.

Oh, the dwarves did not like that at all. Surrounding you in a circle a circle , most under average height men, one tall old man and a cute curly haired toddler. Activating the lightsaber, glowing blue, humming as you held it, several confused faces around you.

"Witch!" The men definitely did not know of the modern world, you thought you had landed right into 17th century.

"I do not know what your game is, kidnapping me , but I will use this, stay back!" Feeling like Wendy from the shining, swinging the lightsaber.

Swoosh.

Woosh

Pssshhew

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVVVVVVv

vvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvWWWVV.

Yeah wasn't long after that you were a part of the company, you had a higher purpose according to Gandalf, so be it. Okay, it would've been horrifying if you had accidentally hit one of the dwarves when you first met them, not long would they have killed you. Why? Because some how it had became real getting into this world.

Basically you were a padawan and a Jedi master at the same time, highly dangerous with no experience. Was this necessary for the Gods to do this? No it was not, however , Lili just misses Obi-wan, okay?

Being very young, not a minor, but young in the eyes of the dwarves being between the ages 60 and 300. You had been befriended by Fili and Kili quickly;even if you were shy and made friends difficultly. They welcomed you and made you feel comfortable, oh don't get me started on little Ori. He knitted you a blanket within an hour of your arrival, he wasn't just the youngest , he was the sweetest.

Kili right off the back he was a teasing, you weren't sure if he just wanted to get a hold of the lightsaber. Of course you couldn't just be Fili or Kili's friend you had to be both, they were not just brothers, they were best friends.

You did end up being best friends with both, Kili on a slightly higher level.

At the battle of the five armies, no one stood a chance, the orcs struggled to defend themselves from the lightsaber. Though, you should've let Thorin killed Azog he would not have made it. So, you had simply cut Azogs shrimp dick off and then sliced him in half.

Thus, the battle was won, saving the line of Durin was your greater purpose.

Though, once Azog was defeated Fili and Kili had run into the ice ,unharmed mostly , towards you and their uncle. Kili had slipped pretty fast, smacking his face right into the solid ice, you were surprised he didn't break his nose. Fili went to stop but his younger brother was already back on his feet grinning larger than ever running again.

Your lightsaber still on, humming in the background, stuck out to the side. Thorin heavily breathed, his arms crossed like he was not exhausted , thankful his nephews were safe.

"Oh, OH, who did that?" Kili and Fili smiling up to their uncle and you briefly before Kili had noticed the tiny dick on the floor. Maybe Kili had trouble distinguishing what the small thing was, Fili and Thorin joining in to look. Thorin's face snapping back to yours with disgust ,sighing.

"Y/n, you cut Azogs cock off?" Jabbing Kili in his ribs, at his language , Fili had let out a snort of laughter, patting you on the back.

"I'm sorry, who killed him? Me? So,"

Kili hadn't hesitated picking up the small dick, with two fingers, holding it up to you, too close, stepping back, he had stepped forward.

"Stay back, stay back, I'll kill you with the lightsaber or I will run away with Legolas I always wanted to taste a princess's puss- STAY BACK."

The rest of the company not long after had made it to the four of you, and the shrivelled dick was taken and put on to a cocktail stick . Placed in a glass box on display to present their power towards the Orcs. You were not sure really why they thought that would be a good idea.

Imagine bomber comes in and mistakes it for cocktail sausage.

Erebor was reclaimed, you Bilbo welcome to stay for your contribution to the quest, not just because you saved their stupid arses. Anyone could have seen that was a trapped. Bilbo had went home not long after, promising he would come back, he just really wanted to check on his hole. You having nowhere else to go you stayed.

Though it was a good idea to start, as Erebor filled up the less time you spent with the brothers. The royal duties pulled them away constantly. It was not like you exactly fitted in, you were human, you didn't have a beard to your hips, you were a 'warrior' now but that was because you a had a fucking lightsaber.

Most days you'd be in your chambers with a book, good from the kitchen, or taking your little money from the quest to the now rebuilt markets of dale. It was hard to make friends, so, you were alone. Sometimes you'd visit Bofur in his toy shop or Ori in the library.Frankly , you went to Ori often, he gave the best book suggestions.

You rarely saw Fili or Kili anymore unless they were rushing by you in the halls in a hurry , not even glancing at you.

A whole month of being alone had went by, on that night you began to pack. You figured to go visit Bilbo before heading Gondor, it had been without an heir for years, with Ecthelion II as the steward. Minas Tirith was the city of man, you had no where else to go. Unless you lived in Mirkwood as a witch.

With your bag packed, you left your chambers, during the night, early morning, so that you would not be questioned. Your shoes tapping against the stone , leading yourself out of Erebor quickly.

At the top of a set of stairs is when you head it, the pounding against the stone someone was running. Rushing down the stairs , at an increasing speed, trying not to trip. "Y/n?"

Your face. Your race. The way you talk, I kiss you are beautiful. You knew that voice, the voice of a flirt now panic, as you ran towards the entrance of Erebor.

"Y/n, wait!" But you didn't you continued running as fast as you could, ignoring Kili's pleads that echoed through the empty halls. Well, until you tripped landing flat on your face, against the cold stone, just as Kili had.

"Y/n!" Rushing towards you still, he had knelt by you, flipping you on your back, your eyes shut and motionless. "Please , don't be dead." His voice soft, letting out a load dramatic sob, you were not sure if it was real, his hands on your cheeks squishing them. Pushing his hands off you forcefully, sitting up to look at him. The moon light brightening his face from the sark halls, only a few candles were lit.

"I'm not dead; just wanted you to go away." His shoulders sank , as did the smile he gave you, his chestnut eyes dulled looking over your form and your bag.

"Where are you going...y/n?"

There was no point lying, you were clearly going somewhere, no I'm not going anywhere bullshit.

"Gondor."

"Gondor? Gondor?! Why would you go there? What do you have there?" He was not happy, you both just sitting on the cold floor, staring at your feet as Kili stared you down.

"What do I have here? I've done what I was meant to." Kili had scoffed in annoyance his face scrunching up as you stood from the floor.

"You cannot be serious. Y/n/n, please, I was coming to see you before I saw you in the hall. Don't leave."

"Well, that's lovely."

"Y/n, please don't leave me, please..." The voice soft, cracking into a higher pitch, your feet halted in place.

"Walk me back to my room."

With that, Kili did a bright smile on his lips, grabbing your bag, and your hand. As he skipped to your room, pressing a large kiss to your cheek.

"See you in the morning, love!"

You were alone again, sleeping in your bed with all the furs over you, you fell into slumber. What only felt like minutes had been hours , waking up from your door being slammed open. You forgot to lock it... Jumping out of sleep to see who was there, your hair stuck to your face , your eyes sagging.

Closing the door, there stood Kili smiling at you panting, his hair wind swept, leaning against your door. You had let out a groans falling back onto your pillow, your eyes slamming shut. For a moment there was no sound no nothing, but you knew you would not be able to go back to sleep. Especially when Kili had jumped onto your bed, specifically onto the pillow next to yours.

Turning your head to the side, there laid Kili his head held up by his hand with his arm in a triangle. Yeah on his side, that pose, grinning at you.

"Good morning." Half tempted to grab your pillow and cover his face with it you had let out a moan again, flipping to face the other way. The bed got lighter, Kili had left no he had not, he was going to do something you wouldn't like. Seconds later, the squeaking of draws being opened , hit you, you were not getting more sleep.

Your eyes now wide, after rubbing the sleep from them, sitting up against your pillow- You could clearly see Kili going through your draws picking items of clothing out. Wait, what was he wearing? He had a long brunette wig on. Hold on he was not picking out one outfit, but two. Did he think you were the same size?

"I'll buy you more." Like he knew what you were thinking, he turned and threw some clothing at you. "Hurry up, I need you to help me." His tone serious, not harsh nor loud just differently his flirtatious usual tone. There was no point arguing, the stubbornness of dwarves.

Going behind the divider after peeing you had gotten dressed quickly. "Take your tunic , and pants off, put on the undergarments for when I'm done." Standing still for a moment Kili watched your shadow, opening his mouth to disagree but quickly closing it. He wondered about how you did not even question what was going on.

After it was clear for you to come out, Kili had thought you would laugh, but instead you loosened corset lifting it over his head and over the shift. "Do you want it tight?" Your casual tone, caused Kili to become distracted, your hands gripping the strings waiting.

"I'm sorry, did you say t-tight?" Kili looked at you in the body sized mirror his cheeks pinched pink noticing you holding the corset strings. "Oh, just believable not too tight." Kili's mind was somewhere else. Letting out a dramatic cough at the slightest pull you had decided that was enough, he'd moan for the rest of the day. You hadn't been used to these dresses either , you rarely wore them, only since you had been in Erebor. That was only for special events, today must be one of them.

The petticoat already on him, helping him into the hoop. Keeping his own shoes, you had pulled the final dress layer on him, helping him with his wig no gloves his hands were too big. Okay he had thick arse, muscular chest so he looked like dam. Kili stood before you, dressed in your clothes, he had only stubble , passing as a Darrow dam would not be hard.

"Truly beautiful, Kee." As he spun around in front of the mirror before stopping in front of you, grinning widely. "You think?" Nodding at him, he spun again. "As do you ,my lady." You had scoffed, as you brushed your hair.

"Why did you need me do this?" Dramatically he had turned back to you with his mouth open. "You of course, how else am I supposed to get out of my duties, if everyone can recognise me?" That was very clever for Kili anyways, had he been thinking about this for a while?

“Well, what are you going to do today, Miss?”

“We are going to flirt with old men.”

“What?”

“Come on, we have some mischief to cause.”

That’s how you ended up at a ball, which Thorin was fuming because he could not find his nephew, Fili had told Dis that Kili had went to Dale for Bofur. She did not believe it. A ball without a Prince? Disgraceful.

Whereas he was there, with you. Pretending to be well behaved woman as you ate food and drank. Music playing in the background...wait was that Jareth singing? Yes it was, sorry about that, oh and Freddie Mercury? What? I’m sorry Kenobi too?

Men approaching the both of you, Kili laughing along with their jokes, and slapping them ‘gently’ on their shoulders, one had dropped their glass, rubbing their shoulders when walking away.

It was very embarrassing when both of you were facing the food table when you had been tapped on the shoulder. “Can I have a dance, my lady?” Both of you turning around, at the same time, Fili’s eyes widened when seeing it was you.

“Oh, Y/n, you look absolutely lovely, and who is your friend?” His eyes meeting Kili as he sipped his drink, spitting his drink all over Kili. His eyes travelling up and down his brother in shock and disbelief.

“Kili?!”

“Shh! I am Keanu, of the blue mountains.” Fili had looked back at you covering your face from trying not to cry with laughter, his face reddened snorting out a laugh too.

“This was his idea wasn’t it?” Nodding at the Prince he had bust out with laughter, lifting your hand to his lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles before travelling away, towards Dwalin...

“Would you like to dance, y/n?” It was not strange for woman to dance together, nodding, he had grabbed your hand as the song changed, leading you to the floor. Heroes tune playing , anything is possible.

‘And you, you can be mean.’

‘And I, I’ll drink all the time.’

‘Cause we’re lovers’

The two of you elbows locked as you swung around together, dancing around , Kili had even lifted you above his head like he was Patrick Swayze. You told him you couldn’t do that back. Eventually ended up become tired really fast, your heads in each other’s shoulders, careful Kili’s wif did not fall off.

Swaying together, your eyes locking as smiling at each other, giddy. Kili’s eyes flickered down to your lips for split second before returning to your eyes, trouble is what comes from that smirk.

“You know what would really cause a scene?” Shaking your head slightly, frightened, well not really.

“If we kissed, right now.” Your heart pounding in your chest, he wasn’t seriously surely? His hand reaching to cup your chin, his chestnut eyes glistening in the yarn light.

“What are you are you asking, Kili?” You weren’t sure if he even heard your whisper over the noise of the ball.

“Y/n/n, darling, can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” His lips were upon yours pressing a long peck against your soft lips, before pulling away from them. The cold air hitting your lips from the loss of warmth. Cheeks pink ad you looked at Kili. “You know, I love you, Y/n.”

“Yes, I lov-“ Though your confession was cut short, as several gasps had alerted Thorin and most of the original company, as well as Dis. Who all saw some of what had just happened, yes lesbian relationships did happen in middle earth just not often. Nor were they so public.

“Y/n!” Thorin called you other, your hand intertwined with Kili’s you pulled him with you, towards Thorin, Dis, Fili , and Dwalin. Thorin’s disproving gaze on both of you, jealous not disproving, he longed for a certain small fellow.

“I am sorry to disrupt your night with your date, but for your safety I must advise you do n-“ “ Kili?!” Dis had interrupted her brother, Dwalin had sighed under his breath. Thorins head had snapped to his sister looking around for Kili with no luck. Until, he had followed her eyes, to next you.

“Kili?!” Smirking at his uncle, oh gosh he looked like he was going to have a stroke, how could he not see it, this was like Clark Kent with no glasses just a wig.

“Sorry, this is Keanu, Kili is in Dale at the moment.”

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