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Of Gold and Obsidian.

Chapter One: Little Dust Dreamer.

Alistair/Female Brosca

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Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con (I will add if needed, please let me know.)

Summary:

Dwarva don’t dream. Least of all the casteless brands in Dust Town. There is no point in entertaining silly little fantasies when you don't know when your next meal is. All that matters is survival, dreams don't keep you warm and fed.

But Rue dreams, in her waking hours, of an easy life topside with her sister, Rica and Leske. Where they want for nothing and have full bellies. Above ground, there's no Carta, no Beraht and definitely no Kalah. Rue and her family would finally have a home that is warm and welcoming—a dream where she can be safe.

But alas, Dwarva don't dream.

Notes:

Hi this is my first ever fanfic. I wanted more stories of my favourite wardens Brosca and Alistair, so I have dipped my toes into writing. I should mention that I'm dyslexic and have dysgraphia so if there are mistakes, I apologise. Anyhoo here ya go!!!

Chapter 1: Little Dust Dreamer

But alas, Dwarva don't dream.

When she woke up to two voices in the room, she thought nothing of it and groaned as she rolled over, grasping at the last dregs of sleep, trying to ignore the conversation but it was proving difficult, particularly due to one of the voices speaking in a hushed whisper, and the other was as loud as the bell tolls.

“I can't keep gambling on you forever, Precious.” The voice boomed, emphasising the word previous in a way that made Rue feel uneasy. It was only when she realised that the blaring voice belonged to a man, Beraht, that she shot out of bed to find her sister. She would not abide Rica being left alone with him.

They were not far from the rock slab that she and Rica called a bed. From behind the cloth screen that they used for privacy, she could see Beraht standing too close for comfort and Rica, her eyes pleading for help. As the crime lord continued, Rue joined her sister's side.

“You've got a sweet look, something to light a man on fire, but you gotta make it count.”

Rue could see the shiver of disgust roll off of Rica. By the ancestors, she despises this man with all of her being for everything He's done to her and for how he makes Rica feel. She often imagines cutting off his manhood. It helps to temper the anger she feels when she has to look at Him.

“Please Beraht, I don't want to do this in front of my sister.” Rica implored.

He chucked “Why not? She knows the slope of the land, don't you girl?” he said sleazily. Of course, Rue knows the troubles of noble hunters, but she doesn't want to hear of them from this bastard, especially about her little sister.

“Dinnae talk about my sister like that,” Rue said through gritted teeth. She wanted Him to leave, to stop this line of conversation. Well no, what she really wanted was to gut Him like a Nug and throw his body into the lava lake. Stones be damned. But she's a duster, lower than dirt and they don't get to want anything.

She knew what was coming when she answered back defiantly. She's got to give it to Him, he had a mean backhand, particularly with his gaudy rings on. The sound of his hand colliding with her cheek caused Rica to scream in surprise. The scoundrel then roughly grabbed Rue's face, demanding her to look him in the eyes.

“Before me, you both were just another couple of dusters. Now look at you. Both of you can read, write, sing and play the strings.” He spat, forcibly turning her head to face Rica cowering in the corner.

“Look at ye sister here. Braids down to her arse - Gold capped teeth. She can recite elf poetry and play the harp. Every man's dream.” He said with a smug tone. Rue finds Rica's eyes glancing between her and Beraht silently pleading for this ordeal to end. He turned her face back to his eye level, forcing Rue to slouch.

“All she's gotta do is find a lord, squeeze out some kid who looks like Him and we're all living the easy life in the diamond quarter.” He drawled, finally letting go of her face. Blood rushed to the smack on her cheek. Rica rushed to her, grabbing her arm for support, and turning her head towards Rue's ear. “Please don't get involved, you know that never goes well.” she whispered with watery eyes.

Beraht continued on his rant, pointing his finger aggressively at Rue. “I'Il treat her however I like as long as you both eat off my plate. You keep your head down and say aye to any job I decide is low enough for scum like you, in return, I put out coin so she” he now gestured to Rica. “Can doll herself up and get a belly full of some nobleman's brats then you both will be free of your debts and I get to join the family and be called milord for the rest of the little prince's life.” he remarked with satisfaction.

“I s’pose ye gotten a job for me then” Rue snarled. She was over this.

“Aye that I do. Rockface will tell you more about it.” Leske hates that nickname, so of course Beraht uses it exclusively for him.

“I just thought I’d check up on my investments and right now they don't bear much gold.” He scowled at the pair of them. “I'm giving you another week, precious if you haven't found a patron by then, you're back there sweeping streets.” he declared with a threatening tone.

Rica then spoke cautiously “But I have. I've met someone that is. I didn't want to promise but he seemed interested.”

Beraht hummed displeased and started to make his way to the exit. He turned back at the boundary of the room “Get out of ye nightie. Your pal Leske’s waiting outside. He knows what I need from you today.” He stared angrily towards Rue. “Don't even think about bungling this job. Your whole family is on loose sand with me right now and I know you don't have anywhere else to turn, understand?” He sneered, finally leaving the Brosca's alone.

Watching him leave, Rue was distracted by her worried thoughts. How long was he in their room? What if he saw her drawings? What if he found the stash of sovereigns? Suddenly Rue was brought back to the real world as Rica pinched the space above her elbow.

“Ow! What was that for ye div?” she said, rubbing the back of her arm.

“That’s for being a gobshite. He could’ve killed you!” Her sister exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air as if praying to the stones.

“Oh no, what a shame.” Rue jokes. Of course, she didn't mean it. If she died, who would protect Rica from men like Beraht?

As if she was reading her mind, Rica replied with concern. “You don't mean that.” Fussing over the red mark left behind by the slap.

“No, I deh.” Rue said softly. Wanting to lighten the mood, she started to swat at Rica's hands. "Dinnae fash! Ye heard the man, I've gotta job to do. Cannae ye get me some scran while I get ready pleaseeee?” Pulling what she hoped was her best beggar face.

“Och! Fine, get ready then.” Rica said, making her way to the main room. Rue went to relieve herself, but Rica still wanted to converse through the walls. “I'm sorry you had to see that.”

Rue rolled her eyes and hollered back “It's alright. I just hate the way he treats you! treats us! Y'ken?”

“I ken.” Rica said sullenly, clambering around the hearth. “Just be careful around Him, You've been lucky so far.”

Rue finished her business with the chamber pot, pulling her threadbare nightie over her head and tossing it on the ‘clothes chair’ in the corner.

Rica persisted from the other room. “He thinks you and Leske are funny.”

Rue searched for her breeches, pulling out clothes that looked similar.

“Y’ken some of the nobles I've met they’d sooner have your heid for speaking ye mind.”

She found the breeches, sniffed them and deeming them good enough, she tugged them over her plush thighs. Moving on to the next article of clothing Rue spun around confused, scanning for her stays, they weren't where she left them.

“Oi Red where are me stays.” She shouted towards the doorway.

Her sister answered back a little too quickly “I’m borrowing them, they're cleaner than mine.”

“Yeah, but yours are too small for me.” She grabbed Rica's handmade stays, loosening the front laces and pulling the garment over her head. She scooped her tits into the correct position and started tightening the front.

Rica then re-entered the shared room with a plate of only slightly mouldy bread and a cup of something steaming. “Well sorry, not all of us can be blessed by the ancestors like you are.”

Rue nabbed the bread from the plate and scoffed. “Ha! More like cursed to back pain till the end of my days.” She paused, picking off the mouldy bits. She chucked a piece of bread into her mouth. “Now then, tell us more about this patron.”

Rica signed longingly. “He’s sweet and easy to talk to. Plus, he treats me right. He'll be a good match if he's interested.”

Rue took the cup of what she now knows is the two-day-old bone broth. She sipped before she responded. “Just be careful, even sweet men can hurt ye.” Rue knew all too well.

“Aye, I ken. It's just Beraht's been warning me ever since two of his other girls found patrons at lord harrowmont reception, they've been getting gifts already!” The red-headed said with a weary smile. Whilst Rica continued speaking, Rue placed the cup down and began to tame her dark curls into a low bun. “Lord Rustin gave Elsie a surface silk gown, and she's not even pregnant! Beraht's getting impatient.”

Rue signed, “I wish we didn't have to work for Him.”

Rica laughs. “I wish we could just go and walk the deep roads until we find a magical crystal kingdom and live happily until the stones embrace.” She spoke with a dejected tone, “But it's not happening.”

“Ye ken the other options, cleaning middens, begging, going to the surface.” Rica shuddered as if the surface could be worse than dust town. What Rue's read about it, it sounds like bloody paradise. Though anywhere sounds like paradise when compared to this horrific place.

“No, unless ye find a way to save us all from the darkspawn and become a Paragon, we’re pretty much on Beraht's leash for life.” Rica mumbled, picking at her nails nervously.

“No pressure then.” Rue remarked dryly, “Someone like me could ne’er actually be a Paragon.” She continued getting ready, pulling a dress over her head. It's rough and scratchy.

Her sister lit up. “It wouldn't be the first time.” Rica loves the histories of paragons. “Gherlon the Blood-Risen was born casteless, you know, before he went to the surface. And he came back and won the throne!” She said with glee.

“Many Paragons have humble origins. All that matters is that the Assembly recognises their achievements.” She proclaimed with a hopeful smile. She proceeded while Rue was wrapping her weapons belt around her waist, cinching in the fabric. “And once they get that vote, they found their own house, and are as noble as if the ancestors themselves had made it so.”

Rue signed “Imagine, founding our own house…” A girl could dream, right?

“So, what are you standing around here for? Go do something great!” Rica teased in the way only a sister could be permitted to.

“Aye! That would certainly surprise Mam.” Rue chuckled. She didn't much care what Kalah thought. She felt nothing but resentment towards their mother. However, Rue couldn't deny the delight she'd feel if was able to shove an achievement like Paragon in the drunken's face. She made her way to where they kept their makeup and began putting on her kohl, preening into the small looking glass.

“Och, don't pay attention to her. She's just a bitter old drunk.” Rica replied. “Make something of yourself just to spite her.” the corners of her mouth rose into a tentative, warm smile.

Rue mirrored her sister's expression “Maybe I will at that.”

Rica's smile grew. “Maybe ye will.” A sense of contentment washed over them as they revelled in this small moment.

But the moment couldn't last forever. Rica let out an exasperated sign. “But until then, we can only serve as Beraht demands, and he won't like it if either of us is late.”

“Aye. I'm going.” Making her way to the door, She turned on the spot. “Have ye got ye knife?”

Rica grinned. “Yes! And if anything happens I'll meet you at the usual place. Now go!”

“Alright, alright. I'm going for real this time.” And with that Rue left their shared room, intent on leaving the home.

She didn't get far before being stopped in her tracks by her mam. With a bottle in hand, Kalah was slumped in a chair, close to the hearth.

“Whozzat? Why are ye bothering me? Rica?” She groaned, obviously just awoken from a drunken haze.

Rue spoke with a mocking deep tone “No. It's the king of Orzammar. I heard you were single.”

“Don't ye sass me, ye ungrateful brat! I made ye and I can make another just like ye.”

Rue rolled her eyes. “Hmm. Of course, Kalah. Whatever you say.”

“Ye got ya head in the smoke. Ye Da was like that, too.” The older woman grumbled

“Well, at least he managed to get out of here.” Rue didn't often wonder what life would have been like if her da took her with Him to the surface. There was no purpose in hypotheticals. Plus she couldn't ever imagine life without her sister.

“Aye. Left me with a shrieking babe to feed, not a coin on the table.” Kalah contemplated the flames before she resumed with her tripe. “No, we're born with one coin to barter, and it's between your legs." Her lips drew back in a snarl. “So ye better show some sodding gratitude, or do I have to beat it outta you?”

Her jaw clenched, Rue spoke through gritted teeth “Lay one hand on me or Rica again, and I will kill you, ye ken.”

“It was for your own good. The world's a cruel place, Ye..” Kalah paused “Ye had to learn that” Rue crossed her arms over her chest. Her mother always tried to justify the abuse she enacted, as though it was her motherly responsibility.

“You think you'd be where you are now if I'd let you hide from a few slaps? Everything you are, I made ye!” She cursed.

Rue scoffed, “I've got work to do.” She advanced towards the front door. She threw a glance at her mother. “Do try to dry out by the time I get home.” She insisted with a fake smile.

Opening the door with vigour then expected, Rue left for the slums, but not before hearing her Mam shrill “Hey, where are ye going? Why's she leaving? Don’t leave me.” Rica replied “Nevermind that Mother, why don't you just lie down?”

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Dust Town is Orzammar's most impoverished quarter, home to the unwanted, the broken and those whose ancestors have forsaken them. These ruins of palaces of old are now a haven for crime and poverty. The streets are unclean with decades of filth covering the stone. The smell of smog is burning and the air is hot and heavy. This is where Rue and all those who are casteless reside.

She finds Leske not far from her home, leaning on a broken pillar, his umber skin contrasts against sandstone. He smooths over his new boxer braids, killing time. His eyes light up once he notices movement from the house.

“About sodding time. I was starting to think I'd have to bust in and get eyeful of that spicy sister of yours.” He teased.

Rue signed exasperated.“Haven't I told ye never to talk about my sister that way?”

“You're just jealous because you want the majesty of Leske for yoursen, ye shameless hussy.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively. “What do ye say?”

“Last I saw of ya ‘majesty’, the sceptre was a little...soft.” She retorted

He looked away with a sheepish expression, “I..kinda hoped you'd forgotten that..”

Eager to get going, Leske remarked in a serious tone. “As much as I’d love to keep chatting, we'd better get down to business.” He gestures with his hand for her to lead the way to the checkpoint.

“Aww. Here I was hoping our mission was me making fun of ye.” Rue pouted

He smirked. “No such luck.”

“Boss says we're out for a search-and- discipline. One of his smugglers is holding out on him.” They strolled side by side, passing landmarks like decrepit shelters and vagabonds alike.

“Name's Oskias. Some surfacer. Beraht got word that he's been selling shipments topside that never make it to Beraht's ears down here.” Leske motions with his hands. “He wants us to find the rotter and see what goods he's holding back.”

“He's stealing from Beraht? I like him already.” She chuckled.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “Aye well, yours will be a short and tragic relationship.”

“Any idea where this Oskias is?”

“All he told me is ‘Find him.’ Duster's got some family from the Merchant Caste. He's probably staying near their quarters.” He jutted his head towards the commons.

Their conversation died down as they moved past the lone guard at the edge of dust town. It was clear where Dust Town ended and the rest of Orzammar began. The road turned from sandy tracks to polished cobblestones and fine dwarven craftsmanship was in abundance. The river of lava illuminates the commons area in a warm hue in addition to pleasantly heating the entire cavern.

Rue stopped near an alcove, Leske followed, She quickly surveyed her surroundings before speaking in a hushed tone.“I reckon we check Tapster's. Poor sod’s probably getting pished.”

“Aye. You ready to show him some pain?”

“I don't think we have to kill the bastard.”

“We’re not just killing him. First, we take back anything he stole and then we kill him.” He responded casually. “Come on. You can feel bad later.” He jogged to the tavern.

She looked up, silently imploring to the ancestors,the stone and any other deities that may look upon her before following him. “Ugh! Fine. But let's at least find out what he's done.”

He held the door open for her, shaking his head. “Whatever lets you sleep at night, my friend.”

The tavern is bustling with life. The smell of old ale is pungent and there's a low drone of chatter that lulls to a stop once the dusters walk in before returning to the normal volume. Tapster’s doesn't permit castless but they've got a job to do.

The bartender gave them a quick glance, not stopping in at the task in hand, cleaning glasses. “No casteless.”

Rue hums. “Seems you've got an open-door policy on martyrs, though.”

“Who the dust are... oh.” He said with an annoyed tone before giving the pair a proper peek. “My mistake. I didn't realise you're one of his.” He stutters. “I - l'm not looking for any trouble.”

Rue on her charming mask, knocking on the bar, Leske behind her. “Don't worry Salroka, just tell me if you know where to find a sod named Oskias.”

“Is that what this is about?” He breathed a sigh of relief. “He's here all right.” He jerked his head towards a solitary man ruminating on his reflection in his mug. “Right over there. Been nursing that same mug half the day. Paid up front, though. Good silver. What 's he done?”

“Made Beraht unhappy. Bad idea for him.”

“l'l say. You, uh, you do what you have to.” He paused for a moment. “Just try and keep it neat please. I'm still paying for this space.”

Rue gave Him a thankful nod, pushing herself off of the bar. She waved Leske to Oskias’ table. He pulled out a chair for her and she gracefully plopped down, whilst Leske manoeuvred to the back of Oskias.

Oskias looked up from his drink, disgruntled. He’s a little too tipsy to notice the movement behind Him. “Hey, I was saving that seat!”

Leske peered over Oskias’ shoulder, grabbing the back of the chair “That's real thoughtful, Oskias.” pushing the chair in till the table was uncomfortably pressed into Oskias' stomach. “lt's tiring work looking for you.”

“H-how do you know my name?

Rue retrieved her fan knife from her belt, flipping it to calm her nerves. It also caused Oskias to get visibly anxious, which would certainly help speed up this encounter. She was glad she remembered to put on kohl, she always thought it helped make her look more intimidating.

“Let's just say we've got a mutual friend” She spoke in a seedy tone.

“Oh, no, You're not from Beraht, are you? He's trembling now.

Rue grinned, touching the tip of her knife to her nose and pointing at Oskias with her free hand, making Leske snicker.

“Got it in one, Salroka.”

He was panicking now, babbling incomplete thoughts “.Because that would be too much. l don't think I - I could handle--”

She shushed him. “Calm down. There's no reason we can't keep this civilised, yeah?”

“You mean you're not here to kill me?” He relaxes a little.

“Of course not!” She scoffed in a joking manner. “This is just a friendly inspection.”

“Just making sure you didn't accidentally pocket any processed lyrium, ye ken.” Leske yanked the chair back, surprising the occupant, making him yelp.

“L-look I always been loyal to Beraht. He's been good to my family: I know how much I owe Him.”

She shot Leske a look, He responded with a shrug.

“Search his bags.” She ordered.

“My pleasure.” Her partner in crime roughly grabbed the bag slung across Oskias' body.

“W-wait! I do have some lyrium. It's just ore. I-I made a side deal with one of the mining families.” He wheedled. Rue gestured with her knife for Him to continue speaking.

“If it worked out, I was gonna bring Beraht his cut, I swear. I-l'd be crazy not to.”

“Suicidal, one might say.” Leske chimed in.

“How much ore did ye take?” She queried.

“Just a little. Maybe twenty-five sovereigns worth--”

Leske wore a stunned expression. “Twenty-five sovereigns?”

“Most of that's with my buyers on the surface. I just picked up a few nuggets down here.” He said casually, trying to make this mishap trivial. “If I were to.. maybe give you a piece, that's a lot of coin. Could you, uh, forget to mention this to Beraht?”

“I'm listening…”

“I-I don't got any coin myself, I make that topside. But you can take the ore, sell it, maybe get enough to get out of this nest?

Now that was a plan, Rue contemplated. This payload, plus the stash she had would be enough to bribe a smuggler safe passage for her, Rica and Leske to go to the surface and make a proper living.

Oskias looked between the pair, unsettled by the quiet. “What do you say?”

“Give me all ye have, and I'll pretend ye weren't here.”

“All I have is the two nuggets, but they're yours if you let me out of here.”

This could work, she thought. One nugget for Beraht, one nugget to sell. Split the profits equally. Bing, bang, bosh and job's a gooden.

“Are ye breathing smoke? Beraht'll kill ye if he catches ye with his lyrium!” Leske alarmed.

“Och. Ye think I wouldn't share with me best friend?”

“Well, that's a whole other story, We'd need to sell it before we go back to Beraht. And to someone who won't turn to him.” He said with a conspiratorial smirk.

“Tell you what--cut me in fifty and we'll take it to Olinda. Remember her? She likes me and refuses to work with the old man.”

Rue mirrored his smirk. “Deal.”

“Then what happens to me?” Oskias muttered in a nervous tone.

Rue fidgeted with her knife for a moment, pretending to contemplate his fate. She wasn't going to kill him, He hadn't hurt anyone, He just pissed off the wrong man. And stole from him but that was beside the point.

“Go up to the surface and never come back.” She threatened.

Making his way back to her side, Leske put Oskias' bags across his shoulder. “We'll have to tell Beraht he's dead. If he ever finds out…”

“He won't, I swear! You'll never see me in Orzammar again.” He got up quickly, putting his hands low as though he was taming a wild bronto. “Thank you! You're as kind as you are beautiful! May the ancestors bless your steps.” Rue snorted at that, she was letting him live, he didn't need to lie for his life anymore.

“Go on. Off with ya.” Rue watched him strided out hastily, almost stumbling over a stool.

Leske touched her shoulder, a silent command for them to leave. They didn't speak again until they were in the commons, on their way to Olinda’s.

“We've got to trade this lyrium in quick and get back before Beraht starts wondering what we've been doing.” He looked around nervously “Un... unless you think we should give it all to Beraht.”

“We'll sell one and tell Beraht we found one on Oskias.”

“Yeah aye. He'd probably buy that. If he knew what Oskias was hoarding, he wouldn't have sent us to look, right?” He rationalised. “Unless he was testing us…”

“Dinnae fash. It'll all be reet. Just point me at this merchant.”

“Hmm. Then we'd better go find Olinda. She used to give me crusts off her week's-end loaf when I were wee bairn. She's got a soft spot for me.” He said with a fond smile.

Leske stopped for a moment “Was that smart, Rue? If Beraht finds out Oskias ran, he'll kill you, he'll kill me. He'll make you kill me then yourself. Then he'll probably stew us and serve us to the poor.”

She gave him a small smile. “Leske, I'm not gonna kill ya. And no one's gonna stew us. We'd taste terrible, too tough.”

Rue needed to calm him down a little before they made it back to Beraht lest he crack under the crime lord's stare.

“Plus it's too late for regrets now. Poor cunt’s halfway to the surface by now.”

“We should sell this quick and report back before Beraht starts wondering what's taking so long.”

Before long they found themselves near the market stall. The shopkeep recognised Leske instantly.

“Leske! You old scamp, what're you doing here? Trying to charm me out of another set of ribbons for your girl?”

Rue smiles. She remembers the bright red ribbons. A gift for one of her name days. She cherishes them and loves braiding them into her dark unruly curls.

Leske leans on the stall “Trying to talk you into being my girl, Olinda. You know my heart's breaking for you.”

“Don't you go saying that around my husband.” She blushed “Now then, who's your friend?”

“I'm Rue. Pleased to meet you.” Firmly grabbing Olinda’s forearm and shaking it.

Pleased with her manners, the shopkeep grinned “You're welcome to look around. I’ll slide on the mark-up since you're Leske's friend, but I can't give anything away for free.”

“Actually, we've got some lyrium to sell you.” Rue nodded to Leske, taking the bag off and showing Olinda the contents.

“Well..that's not what I was expecting to hear cross those lips. Where exactly would someone like you pick up lyrium?” she asked with a curious tone.

Rue could understand why Leske was fond of Olinda. She has warm brown eyes that make you want to spill all your rotten secrets.

“Call it a gift.”

She frowned “Hmm. I can guess who you might have got this gift from. Leske, you know I don't do his business.”

“This is just us, Shaper's honour.” He put a hand over his chest. “You won't get in with Beraht if you buy it.”

With a cautious expression she inquired. “How much do you have?”

“To sell? One nugget.” Rue replied.

“I can give you thirty silvers per nugget.” She was business-like now. A true merchant caste.

“Only thirty-” Leske sagged with disappointment. Olinda notices

“It's less than it's worth, I won't lie to you, but the market for it's topside and that won't be easy for me to reach.”

Leske nodded along. “I'll have to find a buyer who won't ask where it came from. For that, I can't afford more than thirty.”

“You got a deal, Salroka.” Rue agreed.

“All right, then. Let me take that off your hands.” The goods were exchanged and coin changed hands. Oskias' bag placed back across Leske's shoulder.

“And friends, you probably shouldn't come around here for a while... just in case.” she added wearily.

And with that the dusters set off for Beraht’s shop.

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The rogues could hear Beraht before they saw him. It was like the man didn't know how to speak quietly and considering the subject matter, it's a skill he should learn quickly.

They entered the shop, and stood in front of a desk, waiting for the conversation to end.

“The king is old. His rule won't hold much longer.” Beraht bellowed.

Jarvia, the Carta's second-in-command, is positioned to the side of the desk. Which is just grand. The bitch despised Rue and the feeling was mutual. She just made every interaction insufferable.

“Prince Bhelen seems far more sympathetic to our interests than Trian.” Jarvia chimed in.

“Bhelen has some tastes of his own that he knows I can provide--” He said with a smug smile. He spared a glance to the audience.“We'll finish this later.”

He scowled at the pair in front of Him. “It's about time you two showed up. What happened with Oskias?”

She answered plainly “He's guilty. Here's the goods.”

Leske put the bag gently on the desk, opening it for everyone to see. Beraht peered in.

“One lousy, nugget? You want me to believe that 's all he got off with?”

Leske replied “He said he kept most of it topside. That was all he had on him.”

“Very interesting, seeing how my cousin was at the Tapsters earlier and he says he saw something change hands between you and Oskias.” Beraht stood from his chair and rounded the table.

“And then the duster sodding stood up and walked out on his own two feet!”. He spat quite literally. Rue closed her eyes once the spit hit her cheek.

“Does that sound like what I asked?” He turned towards the other woman. “Jarvia, what does that sound like to you?”

Jarvia sneered, looking smug “Sounds like some jumped- up face-brands thought they could take a bribe and let him walk free. That's just not right.”

The mobster turned back to the pair. “The lady says it's not right. You wouldn't disagree with a lady, would you?”

Rue gave jarvia a dirty look. “Depends on the lady.”

Beraht slammed his fist suddenly on the desk. “Do you really think right now is a time to get clever with me?”

“Oskias is dead. We just didnae do it in public.” Rue said curtly.

“Right. I mean, no one's gonna say spit to you, Beraht, but we cannae move that free. We needed to get Oskias somewhere private.” Leske intervened, trying to de-escalate the situation. “We took Him to the lava sinks behind the mines. You won't be seeing Him again.” speaking with his hands.

Beraht thought for a moment, hand caressing his beard. “Hmm. I don't like you making me look weak.. but it's smart to try to keep the Sword Castes from asking questions.” He was satisfied by their answer. Jarvia looked less convinced with their lie but said nothing.

“Now, I got another job for ya. Make some use of your... unique skills.”

“Let me guess; We dinnae have a choice.” Rue retorted in a dry tone.

“You're catching on.” He responded in the same manner. “The Warrior Caste's hosting a Proving today--all the best fighters, last man standing--you know the sort of thing.” He leaned nonchalantly onto the table, as though the topic at hand was boring.

“They're showing off for some Grey Warden who's looking for candidates to drag off to a life of eternal glory.” Waving his hand dismissively.

“Now, it's not often we get every name fighter - in Orzammar lined up like that, and I have certain acquaintances who... take an interest in this sort of thing.”

Just grand, we're rigging a bloody proving. Rue reasoned. That won't bite us in the arse later.

“You're taking bets on the fighters.” She stated.

“There's a lot of coin to be made when people get the fever up. Favoured fighter's an officer named Mainar, veteran of four darkspawn campaigns.”

He smiled a toothy, sly grin. “Everd's a long-shot. Just got back from a Deep Roads offensive. Some young buck who has all the ladies drooling.”

He stopped leaning and stood at his full height. He was attempting to make Himself some menacing, but Rue only got satisfaction that she was taller than the mobster. “l've got a lot of money riding on him, mine and other people's. I expect to see that eight-to-one pay off, understand?”

“Aye. I do.”

“The fight only gets announced to contestants themselves.. to prevent illegal gambling. So first, you'll have to find Everd, see who he's fighting, and when.”

“So how are we supposed to help Everd win?”

“When the name Mainar comes up, I want you to slip this drug into the bastard's water.” Beraht ordered.

Oh it gets better, Rue thinks. Not only were they gonna rig the fight, they were gonna do it by drugging a warrior caste. Fucking brilliant.

Beraht nodded to Jarvia, who in turn pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. She handed it to Leske. Beraht continued with his instructions.“It'll slow his reflexes, Just enough to take the edge off, not enough to show. But it wears off quickly, so don't use it until just before his fight.”

“Alright. We'll go right now.” Eager to leave, Rue pocketed the vial into a small pouch on her belt.

“You bet you will. Here's your pass to get on the grounds.” She grabbed that too and folded it up. “Proving starts as soon as the clock strikes.”

Beraht snatched Rue's arm tightly and spoke through gritted teeth. “And when I say I have coin on this, I'm not talking about some pittance, like the value of your life. if I don't see Everd's name on the winner's sheet, you'd better make sure I never see you, or your sister ever again.”

Rue nodded, words failing her. She left quickly, joining Leske outside.

“Come on. Let's go rig a fight!” He said in an almost cheery tone.

Rue added dryly, “Yeah, I'm sure nothing cannae go wrong.”

This was gonna be a long day.

#dragon age origins #brosca #warden brosca #dwarf commoner origin #alistair x warden #alistair x brosca

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themadlostgirl · 11 months

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Under Streetlights

*I don't know how to not write multi-chapter fics for my Marvel crushes. Anyhoo! This is the first chapter of my Bucky x Reader fic. Updates will be available to read on AO3!*

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This had to be the fault of aliens.

That’s the only thing you could think of as you woke up to get ready for your day. All the strange shit that had started happening in the world over a decade ago, that had to have contributed to where you were now.

Aliens. Wizards. Killer robots. Literal gods. All of them disturbing what was already a nonsensical planet full of greedy assholes and stressed out meatbags.

How else would life have gotten to be like this? How else would you have ended up in the criminal island Madripoor of all places, living this life?

You swung out of bed and started getting ready for the day. It was strange to get ready for work when it was already pretty dark out. That’s what you get for working a night job though.

You wandered out into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. A small plate of food wrapped in plastic wrap with your name written on top was set inside amongst the chilled sodas and eleven different condiments. You popped it in the microwave and grabbed a soda while you waited, you were going to need the caffeine.

As you sat down at the rickety table to eat the door opened and one of your roommates walked in, a Korean girl with short black hair and a drawstring gym bag over her shoulders. “Hey,” she said as she passed you and pulled out a similar plate of food to yours. “Rekha make curry again?”

“Hey Ha-rin, and yeah.” you yawned. “How was work?”

“Same old.” she put her food in to heat. “Glad to go to sleep now though. You excited for another fun night of work?”

“Always.” the sarcasm drenched your words, “How are the streets?”

Ha-rin frowned slightly. “Not great, actually. Franks is back on his shit so probably try to stay out of the neon district on your way to work. Do you want me to walk with you? Strength in numbers?”

“No. I’ll be fine.” you told her. You didn’t want her to have to go out after she just got back, not when you could defend yourself just fine. “So Franks is back to trying to recruit girls for his club? Why doesn’t he just give it up? He has to know that no one is going to willingly work for him after what happened with Doozie and Ditzy.”

“I know. I think his new game is to get them to come in as guests, drug them, and then get them to rack up a big bill they need to pay off by working. The other girls from work are trying to spread the info as best we can so everyone knows to stay away from his place.”

“God, he’s such a fucking creep.” you finished the last of your food. “I gotta get ready for my shift. You get some sleep, I’ll see you after work.”

“Be safe.” she waved you off as she sat down to scarf down her reheated leftovers.

You were really appreciative of your other roommate, Rekha. Because all of your schedules were so chaotic it made getting together in any capacity hard. But Rekha always made portions enough of dinner for you and Ha-rin before or after a long day at work. In exchange you and Ha-rin endeavored to keep the apartment as clean as possible as means of showing gratitude. That meant doing the gross stuff like unclogging the shower drain and replacing the roach traps around the apartment.

You went back to your room and started getting dressed, styling your hair and putting on your makeup. You needed to look pretty for work but then you also had to put on a shirt over your work clothes so you had less chance of being accosted in the street. You tied on some tennis shoes, packed your heels in your bag and set off into the dilapidated underbelly of Madripoor that was Lowtown.

You kept a wide berth of the neon district like Ha-rin suggested and cut through the fighting ring district to make up the time. In any normal situation you would have been terrified to walk around the city like this. But you were in no normal situation, far from it.

There was a can lying in the street that you unwittingly gave a light kick to and it went flying, just narrowly missing someone’s window. Yep. You had definitely left normal a long time ago.

You made it to work and used the employee entrance to the locker room. You changed out of the street shirt you had worn and kicked off your comfortable tennis shoes. You pulled on your heels, gave yourself a once over in the mirror and plastered on a bright smile that you knew you were going to be fighting to keep in place after an hour.

For as shitty as your life was living in Lowtown, you had managed to land a pretty nice job as a server in one of the Hightown clubs. The hours were long and the heels you needed to wear killed your feet but it paid the rent and there was less chance of you getting hurt here than somewhere else. Of course, less chance didn’t mean zero chance.

You went about the usual routine, pulling bottles and serving cocktails to the numerous patrons crowding the club. About three hours into your shift your manager called you over. “Queenie, I need you to cover one of the private rooms.”

“But I thought I was off private rooms.” you told them. You really hated private room service, even more than general club work. People were already handsy when it came to being in public but they always ended up leaving any decency behind when they thought they were alone.

“You were requested. Now go.”

You sighed and took a moment to breathe before entering the fray again. You went back to the private room you were directed towards and entered. There was a whole group here, four men and two women. So at least you weren’t being left for one-on-one service like you had feared.

“Hello, what may I get you?” you asked.

“You can get over here and settle something for us.” one of the men said. “We hear that you are the undefeated arm wrestling champion of the club.”

Oh, this again.

“I am indeed. The reigning queen bee at your service, or everyone just calls me queenie.” you gave a little mock curtsy.

“Queenie,” one of the other men, who had a full on waxed mustache with the curly ends, scoffed, “It’s some kind of joke or a trick or something. You don’t look as if there’s much to you in the way of strength.”

“Well, you know what they say, arm wrestling isn’t about brute strength, it’s about leverage.” you came to the table. “Did someone want to play?”

“I will.” curly mustache said and put his arm on the table. “I’m not going to humor whatever stupid trick you have either.”

“Of course, sir.” you were going to enjoy this at least. You knelt across the table from him and put out your arm. He grabbed your hand, you waited for one of the other guests to say go, and then you focused intently to not slam his arm down as soon as possible.

You went through your whole act, letting your arm stay still as he tried to push against yours, watching the confusion build in his eyes, then letting your arm fall a bit to the side to make him think he had the upper hand, before then slowly pushing back and slamming his arm down in victory. The moment his arm went down the others in the room gave little cheers and claps. You stood up again, gave another mock curtsy to the room and pulled out your notepad. “Thank you. So, what may I get for you to drink? Any appetizers for the room?”

Curly mustache was still knelt by the table staring at his hand in bewilderment. “How did you do that?” he demanded. “What sort of cheating trick did you pull?”

“No trick and no cheating, sir. I told you, it is all a matter of leverage.” you responded with syrupy sweetness in hopes that he would drop it.

“But--but--”

“Delano, the girl beat you. Let it go and let us get some drinks.” one of the women said with a roll of her eyes.

Delano huffed and sat back down but his glare followed you as you took the order and left. God, what you wouldn’t give to be able to punch assholes like that right in the face. He was going to be a problem tonight, you could just tell.

You returned to the room with the drinks and the food they had ordered. Delano was still glaring at you and had requested a rematch. You indulged him but put on a quicker show so you could move on. You knew you could just let him win. It would probably end all the glaring and demands for rematches but you had very little and fuck if you were going to give up your arm wrestling title to save this asshole’s ego.

The night continued on and you were still working the private room. You had hoped that they would do some club hopping but they seemed more than content to stay here. Normally you would have been a little excited cause it meant that you were more likely to get a bigger tip. Outside of Delano everyone else in the party seemed to like you. But Delano was still there and still glaring and huffing and muttering “bitch” under his breath along with some other choice words in what sounded to be French.

You just had to get through the night.

As the night and your shift was coming to an end the muttered comments from Delano had turned into drunken threats. His friends chided him and told you that there was nothing for you to fear from him, he was all bark and no bite. You didn’t trust them though. You had seen that look before, it was one worn by men who felt their pride wounded and had no other way to face it than with anger. There would be one more trick from him before the night was out. You’d bet money on it.

You had cleared away some of the empty glasses from the room and were about to return when you felt a presence at your back. You turned to see that Delano had left the room and was leering at you from the corner. It was happening now was it? Fine. Get it over with.

You turned to face him, plastering on a smile. “Hello sir, did you need something? Directions to the restroom perhaps?”

“There’s something not right about you.” he said, his words wavered as badly as he did.

“How about we get you back to your friends? Something tells me that you could use a glass of water.” you tried to scoot past him but he lashed out and grabbed your arm in a vice like grip. Damn it all.

He pulled you so you hit the wall. “Not so strong now, aren’t you?”

“Apparently.” you wrenched your arm away from him. “Now, if you are satisfied, I have to get back to work.”

“Get back here you cheating bitch!” he grabbed your arm again.

“Get off me!” you shoved him off and he fell to the floor, skidding quite a ways across the shining linoleum as he went. Shit. Too much.

Security came over to see what was happening. Before you could explain that Delano was at fault he scrambled to his feet and started shouting. “That fucking bitch shoved me! Is this how your club treats its highest paying members! I want her fucking head!”

“Now sir--” the security tried to reason but Delano was far past words.

“Her head! I want her stupid bitch head!” he pulled a switchblade out from his pocket and charged at you.

You didn’t mean to. You really didn’t. But when you saw the knife your body moved on instinct. You grabbed Delano’s wrist and you could feel the bones crack as you squeezed and made him drop the knife. He cried out in pain and tried to wrestle himself away from you. He kicked but you were faster. Your shoe collided with his shin and there was an unmistakable snapping sound. He collapsed to the floor, his leg now bent at an awkward angle.

All eyes went to you. People were crowding around, starting to whisper. Security stared at you baffled by the show of effortless strength you exhibited. “How did you--”

“I didn’t.” you said. “I just kicked him. I think he’s just lacking calcium. Weak bones and all that.”

Their eyes narrowed. “Queenie, I think the boss is gonna want to talk to you.”

“Oh no, there’s really no need to bother them.” you dodged out of the grab they made for you. “Come on Terry, this was just an isolated incident. Never to happen again.”

“You shattered his shin with one kick. We both know that’s not normal.” both of the security guards went to grab you this time. “The boss is definitely going to want to know how you did it.”

No. No! Not the boss! Anyone but the boss!

Your heart was hammering in your ears and you realized you had a choice. Go quietly and you would most certainly become some sort of prisoner and science experiment, or you could do something incredibly stupid.

As their grip latched around your arms you sighed as your mind was made up. Something stupid it was.

You planted your feet and with all the strength you had fought to keep under control, you slammed your elbow’s into the guts of the security officers. They immediately doubled over, gasping for breath at the sudden blow. They looked up at you through the pain and you knew that they had just gotten confirmation on what was going on. What you really were.

So, you did what you did best. You turned and ran for it. You were shoving people out of your way as you rushed through the club. You kicked off your heels and started sprinting down the stairs as fast as you could. The echo of feet thundered after you in the stairwell.

If they were smart someone would be waiting on the ground floor for you. You ducked through one of the doors leading out onto a different floor and kept running. There wasn’t a lot on this floor outside of storing miscellaneous stuff like cleaning supplies and office materials. You wove through the boxes as you made your way to the other end of the room. There were different ways to get in and out of the building. One was the main entrance, the other was the employee entrance, and then there was the freight elevator. It was mainly used to move large art pieces and furniture. It wasn’t the quietest but hopefully it could get you down to the ground floor without having to take another twenty flight of stairs.

You got inside and hit the bottommost floor. The doors creaked shut and with a shudder the elevator started to go down.

What were you going to do? Everyone back there saw what you did. Word would have gotten back to the boss too. You were screwed. All you had to do was keep your strength in check! Almost eight years you had been able to keep this under wraps and because of one drunk asshole it all went up in smoke! Where were you going to go? The apartment would be the first place they checked.

Oh no. Ha-rin and Rekha. You had to at least warn them that some people may be barging in. You still had your phone. You quickly dialed Rekha since she was the one most likely to be awake at this hour. “Hello?” she answered with a yawn. “What’s up?”

“I’m so sorry.” you said, “But some people may be coming by the apartment later. They’re looking for me. I did something and its not safe for me here anymore. If they ask where I am or if you know anything just tell them the truth. No need to get on their bad side.”

“What are you talking about?” Rekha sounded more awake. “What did you do? What’s going on?”

“The less you know the better. I’m so sorry. I wish I wasn’t leaving you guys with this mess. I have to go now. I’m sorry.”

“Wait, you just can’t--” you hung up, tears welling in your eyes.

The elevator came to a halt. You dropped the phone on the floor and kept running. You would have liked to have grabbed your shoes from the locker room but that wasn’t an option now. You just had to pray that you didn’t step on something now.

As you had guessed, the ground floor was swarming with security. There was an emergency exit not too far from you but there was someone standing guard. Damn it. You had hoped to be more covert but looks like you were getting out of here the guns a blazing approach. You snuck as far as you could until sneaking was no longer an option.

You took a deep breath and ran straight at the security guard. They pulled a gun but you were faster and had the element of surprise. You grabbed the barrel of the gun and felt the metal bend in your hand as your other hand swung to punch him in the face. You saw an honest to god tooth fly out of his mouth as he careened sideways and fell to the ground.

He was down though, the door was open, and you had attracted the attention of the rest of the security. You ran out, bare feet pounding the pavement as the sound of shouting and gunshots rang behind you. You saw a cab ahead and pulled the driver out. You started driving, weaving through traffic, your heart beating a million miles a second.

Where to go? Where to go!

You saw a bridge in the distance, the lights of the city glittering on the ocean. You could get out the same way you got in. You hated it but wherever they would take you was better than staying here.

You drove to the docks and parked the car. There was no telling who was coming in and out of port but you had a pretty good memory. You could remember where you were when you were brought here at least. That was as good a lead as any to find one of the trafficking ships.

You crept through the docks. Your feet were starting to numb from the cold. With some luck though, you found what you were looking for. There was a ship being loaded. It looked to be like they were dealing in knockoff handbags but that was just the cover. The real cargo was lined up by a shipping container. There had to have been over a dozen girls scared and shivering on the dock.

This wasn’t going to be fun.

You made your way towards the group and purposely made a lot of noise as you got closer. Heads turned towards you and weapons raised. You gave them a lazy smile. “Hey!” you said, trying to slur your words, “What are we all doing over here? We going sailing?”

The men looked confused and you saw one of them do a headcount of the girls. “She’s not one of ours.” one of them said.

“Probably a hooker someone left alone and drunk.” another shrugged. “I mean, she’s not bad looking. No reason we couldn’t add her to the cargo.”

“Okay, grab her.” one of the guards grabbed you and put you with the rest of the girls.

You waited and followed the girls onto the boat when it was your turn. You were taken into a space down below decks. You sat down and braced yourself for the long journey to a destination you knew not.

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“Hey Buck,” Sam said, “We got a location for where the trafficking ring is going to be docking. They should be arriving in L.A. at 0600 tomorrow. If we want to get there in time we gotta get to the airport now.”

“Alright.” Bucky sighed. “I’ll drive.”

#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #mcu #reader insert #female reader

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dev1l · 3 months

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✦ 𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 | always accepting. ✦

@roya1ty ➝ "Dad !" the little goat jumped onto lucifer hugging him tightly " im so glad you are here."

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 time had always been fickle in recognition. slipped amidst the spaces of the fallen angel's fingers alike grit in the curvature of the hourglass. his signatory appearance is an organized disarray. sleeves of chiffon wad at the crook of his lean arms, the ivory colors of his tophat & tailcoat a stark contrast against the rich shade of ruby, a bundle of silk & exorbitant fabric of worsted wool laid finely atop silk sheets next to an meticulous arrangement of portraits. a dull beat indistinction to the thick heel of his boots against the plush fibers of the carpet below, pacing to-&-fro, wall to wall. mapping out the potential locations for each frame with his thumb.

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 behind that door had fallen on deaf ears. the crack of said door colliding against the opposing wall being the reality check necessary to remind lucifer of his surroundings, although the resounding contact should be boisterous & alerting, the most of which he could muster was a simple crane of his neck. brow arched, rogue hues cast over to the bustling form that swiftly made haste towards him. a flurry of motion that enveloped his frame with a firm compress. inverted sclera's squint, a momentary glare at the pair of arms that confine him, afore averting his gaze to the culprit of his confinement. a soft smile etches across features once eyes are met with those beautiful doe eyes of his kin.

┏━━━━━━━━━━━╋ ⸼ . 𖤐 . ⸼ ╋━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

❝ 𝔎iddo... you didn't really think i wasn't going to come back, did you ? after all the hard work we put into fixing up the place ? now that would've been a waste of materials ! ahaaa... ❞ pointed teeth grit, a flinch at his poor choice of words. poor taste, poor timing. the length of silence that sauntered in pursuit of his bodily cringe, though brief in time, weighed heavy on narrow shoulders. a stifling ambience that he's quick to dismiss with an emphasized cough to clear his throat & a firm pat against the arms that encircle him before breaching from the embrace. ❝ ℜight ! anyhoo. i had to, uh... sort out the estate ! a tasking job of it's own, but someone's gotta do it, eh ? i couldn't just leave the place to fend for itself ! it has been in the family for eons after all... and, i maaaay have left behind a few essential items of mine. ❞ with that, lucifer securely seizes her hand, practically dragging charlie to the assortment of portraits set upon his bed.

┗━━━━━━━━━━━╋ ⸼ . 𖤐 . ⸼ ╋━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

#“”“sort out the estate”“” my ASS bro had to figure out what to do with the rubber duck situation #ㅤ 𖤐 ʾ ⠀[ ⠀ ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ.⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀the big boss of hell himself.#ㅤ 𖤐 ʾ ⠀[ ⠀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ.⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀down under with the cursed.#ㅤ 𖤐 ʾ ⠀[ ⠀ ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ.⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀answered asks.#roya1ty #long post //

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vampireloverz · 3 years

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>.>

#i have to be honest. i did something so foolish today dhdkdjkcjdk #i had a bad headache at work so i went to take some of my excedrin right #then i was like hmm i wonder what they taste like if u chew one (a la jack torrance) so i did. and oh my god. literally horrific #i had to fully chew a mini candy cane to alleviate the horrid terrible nasty bitter taste ;;;;;#but it did feel like my headache did go away faster gekcbdkcnfk #but anyhoo i gotta go to bed #they had me close at 11 then open at 8 🤡 at least im getting overtime pay hehe #✵ — speaking

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opossumly-cryptic · 6 years

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Jeez the can't sleep tag is so depressing I went to find some Relatable insomnia content but everyone is just anxious and sad.

#which i guess is unfortunately relatable amongst the teens but that's beside the point #Ugh I'm so fricking bored #I was laying in bed with my eyes closed for 2 straight hours #It got old pretty quickly #Ah gotta love when your body decides sleep is unnecessary 😒#Anyhoo I guess I'll go back to laying there for a few hours hoping sleep will actually come save me from the boredom

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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I had an idea that came to me in the shower. Stalker!Wade Wilson. There’s no getting rid of him, like you can’t even kill him. How scary would it be if during your escape you shoot him or run him over with a car and he shows up at your doorstep the next day

👀👀👀👀👀 yes nonnie

Warning: stalking, Yandere behaviour, murder (by accident and on purpose), Wade being Wade, disembodiment/disfigurement, blood, implied future noncon, a dark crack fic honestly

Gumdrop, Honey Bunches

The first time had been an accident. That fucker in the red suit who wouldn't leave you alone had scared you. He jumped in front of your car, you didn't mean to run him over, honestly! It was a happy accident, really, if it meant no more blood and crayon love notes and chimichangas left on your doorstep. He was definitely dead, with the way his stomach was caved in. There was no way he could have survived.

But he did. Two days later, you woke up to him singing off key and making breakfast in your kitchen.

"Shnookums! We've levelled up, we gotta celebrate this. I made our favourite" When he tried to hug you, you ran out the door and went straight to the police.

By the fifth time, it was just becoming your reaction to seeing him. You'd grab the nearest deadly item, a knife from your kitchen, a brick in an alley, once you even dropped a potted plant on his head. He just kept coming back. Sometimes he'd just follow you, never showing himself making it obvious that he was watching you.

"Oh Honey Bunches," his sing song voice echoed around the car park, the click of your shoes against the concrete speeding up. Who knew where he was, you just had to get away, getting in your car and drive home.

"There you are," he said, laying on the top of you car. "Paint me like one of French girls."

"Leave me alone."

You looked around, something to defend yourself with but found nothing. Your bag was empty of anything truly deadly enough, the rogue pen you had surely wouldn't be enough to kill him.

"Sorry, my precious lil Gumdrop, no foreplay today." He hopped off the vehicle and stalked towards you. "I have to go away on some business for a few days, but I wanted to give you something to remember me by."

He wrapped his arm over your shoulder, roughly shaking you before guiding you to the trunk of your car. The feeling of his masked face rubbing against your neck and cheek made you shiver, skin crawling at the smell of blood and axe body spray. He held you a while longer, the feel of his gun holsters dig into your side.

"So much nicer fresh from source," he sighed. "Anyhoo, as for your gift."

He popped the trunk of your car with your keys, your mouth gaping open at the sight of your key ring in his fist. Before you can ask how he fucking got those, he was hauling a cooler to the edge. Your eyes flicked to his masked face and to the too white lid.

"Open it, Sweetems, I can't wait to see your face."

With a shaking hand, you flipped the lid. Your mind froze at the sight of the gift. Nestled in a bed of ices, neatly displayed with a red ribbon is a disfigured, but human, cock. The bile in your stomach churned, rising and burning your throat as your hand covers your mouth.

"Fresh cut this morning, and ribbed for your pleasure. Now I recommend keeping this in your freezer, no need to defrost or bake before use though. And when I get back from my business trip, you can test out the live one!"

#sloth asks #nonnie #dark!wade wilson #dark!wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #dark!deadpool #dark!deadpool x reader #deadpool x reader #deadpool #deadpool x you #tw stalking #tw blood #tw murder #dark fic #crack fic #honestly i just lost control of this drabble

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sultrybaby · 2 years

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Things ENHA hyung line boyzz would do to get ur attention (cuz ur hot)

a/n: Okay so i cant believe we're finally alone im actually writing. i have let school get in the way of writing, which is stupid cuz im way too gorgeous to let school change my lifestyle (also my fam moved and i am a board student and i have 3 projects and im also yearbook editor and i also have a dance performance as well as a fashion show to work on and i have my violin exams plus a separate performance but that does not mean anything its defo academics that is the problem). if i sound mildly drunk thru this shit its cuz i am. why is this so long. anyhoo enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

HEESEUNG: suddenly start humming to impress u like a dumass. He's not gonna sing out loud cuz that is too obvious, but then his only impressive talent is singing (ok jk jk its for the plot dONT ATTACK ME) so whenever ur around he just starts humming an extremely difficult song and hits the perfect notes (i rlly dont wanna do this but my brain just thought of him tryna impress u like dis while he has a blocked nose so now i gotta put that in ur head too LOL). Luckily for him, almost all of us r gonna fall for that shit cuz its so cute :"] (were so gone like what have they done to us)

JAY: grabs ur phone outta ur hand cuz ur not listening to him/ closes ur laptop and carries u to the bed when u stop talking to him mid sentence and he sees u fall asleep on ur desk/ pull u up and feed u something and lecture u when u ignore him while sleepily clicking across an imaginary laptop etc etc (AKJFHKFHDJKFHJKDHFDHK CARETAKER JAY DKFGJDLGJDIGHDHG)

JAKE: does these lil body thingies...like he would say smth and u wouldnt respond so he would go 'eh? *tilts head*' or you did not immediately react to him calling ur name so he kinda rubs the back of his neck. or when he cant sau anything but his waving did not get ur attention so he holds onto ur pinky yk that stuff??

SUNGHOON: okay THIS guy i think u would ignore him on purpose cuz that is how u act around ur crush but then sunghoon wants ur attention but is initially shy to ask for it. so in those stages i think he's start LOUDLY talking to someone nearby in a very awkward manner liek 'HEY DuDeE how was UR weeKENd??' or say smth random like 'd'you know if u were drowning and a dolphin saw u its ore likely to r@Pe u than to save u' and u would pretend to not haave heard but internally this weird stuff be making u fall even more pfft- but then once u two get closer it will be the whole 'i can annoy u forever' x 'i can ignore u forever' duo. for example u would purposely ignore hoon's narcissistic (my god i love it) monologue by pretending to be on ur phone, so he would take away ur phone. so you would not give a reaction and just grab a book. so then he snatches the book. so u go eat something. and then he drops it. and this just keeps going until yall end up not being petty anymore.

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afroafrofuturistfuture · 3 years

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Switch Pt 3

A/N: Whoever said writing smut is hard was absolutely right. It’s like you gotta be horny to do it but get too horny and you will not always feel like writing. Anyhoo here is part 3. I put my sweat and energy into it and also love and I barely proofread it! Please enjoy. (PS. I finally figured out Kami’s quirk but we’ll get to that)

Update! Masterlist is here!

Warnings: 18+ (Minors move along), smut, cheating, p in v sex, fluff, fingering

Synopsis: Pro Hero!AU, aged up and married. Kami and Deku find the guest bedroom and Deku makes good on his promise.

He carried her with his arms under her ass for support. It seemed very comfortable for the both of them. She stared at him as he found his way around her large house following her instructions, loving the inquisitive look on his face. He still reminded her so much of how he used to be despite how different he was now. He looked so thoughtful but brimming with excitement at the same time.

“This is it?” He finally looked at her and when he noticed her staring, he smiled. “What?”

“Nothing,” she was feeling shy, her face hot as she tucked it in the crook of his neck.

He laughed and it was a gleeful sound. She felt him open the door the room and descend the three short steps into the room. “Oh wow.”

Not many people would’ve gotten to see the guest room. Katsuki agreed to have two for her because their house was fairly large to only have one master bedroom but he insisted they should be on the far end of the house and a floor down. It was one of the rooms with a view down the mountain. The curtains were wide open, giving them a view of the setting sun and the orange sky. Everything in the room had a sleek wooden finish. From the headboard to the floors and the desk in the corner, the ebony room screamed professional and posh. Comfort and focus.

“Does anyone ever really stay in here?”

“My parents stayed a couple of times. The girls have been by for a sleepover. But Katsuki makes sure the cleaners make it spotless. If he had more time on his hands, he would clean it himself. Sometimes he cleans other parts of the house and you’d never know anyone was in there.”

“He doesn’t threaten the workers does he?”

“No, he pays them extra and if they mess up, he just lets them go.”

“Hmm. Well I hate to mess up this perfectly made bed but…” He laid her down on the soft white comforter. He took his hoodie and shirt off and tossed it to the side.

This wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless but this was the first time she could openly gawk at his chest. It was beautiful despite the scars and scratches. He still looked as strong as ever. Plenty of cosmetic surgeons have approached him trying to fix his skin but he would always refuse.

He leaned forward to gently pull off her panties. He kissed her as he palmed her, pressing the heel of his hand into her clit. She jumped against him and he leaned into the kiss, deepening their contact. He rubbed his hand over her slowly until she was wet enough to accept a finger. She made a noise that caught in her throat. Despite her spending all day doing nearly this exact thing, somehow she couldn’t have done it this well. With every up thrust of his finger, he was still pushing on her clit and she moved her hips to match his rhythm.

He hummed his approval as he inserted another finger. She spread her legs wider for him, moaning against his lips. In that moment she was grateful for the steady base board of the bed. She was rocking against him harder and just as she began to wish for it, he unhurriedly plunged in a third finger. He reached deep, like he was trying to hit the bottom and her breath caught making her squeak.

He looked at her with hazy eyes and a lazy smile as if he were intoxicated just from the sight of her losing her mind to pleasure. “No more words for me, baby? I love listening to you.” He leaned in to plant soft kisses on her neck.

The sound that she let out was obnoxious, caught between a scream and a grunt. She could feel him chuckling and normally she would’ve laughed with him but the closer she got to nirvana, the more vocal and focused she got. “Oh fuck,” she near whispered into his ear. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Good, I want to feel it.” His voice was husky., thick with need.

“God, that fucking mouth of yours.”

He smirked. “You’re one to talk.” He kissed her hard, their tongues meeting in an eager clash. It sent her over the edge. Her head fell back as she shuddered and tightened around his fingers, her moans rasping out of her dry throat. He grinned as he watched her come down, sucking his sticky fingers into his mouth.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed as she watched him. “When did you get like this?”

He flopped down next to her, moving the hair away from his eyes. “I don’t know. After having sex with Ochaco the first time, I just wanted to make it amazing for her because I thought I hurt her. She said it was fine but I always felt like she was missing something. I can see now it was excitement.” He huffed a sigh.

“Well I don’t care what she thinks. This is exciting for me.” She pulled him on top of her and kissed him. He rolled his hips into hers brushing up against her all too sensitive clit.

“Mmm, I think you’re ready for me now.”

“I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to you talking to me this way.” She snickered. “You used to be so sweet and innocent Deku.”

He beamed. “I’m still me, just better.” She hummed in agreement. “Now I made you a promise that I mean to keep.” He hopped out and pulled out a handful of condoms from his pocket before kicking his sweats off. She enjoyed the full view of his long lean body bared before her. She wanted to reach up and touch and lick every part of him but instead she waited. Waited for him to rip open a condom with his teeth and sheath himself before settling back in between her legs. He nudged her legs open wider and lined himself up with her entrance. He dragged the bulbous tip up and down her folds, causing her to become wet again.

She bit her lip. “Try not to split me in half.”

“We’ll take it slow.” Inch by inch he dipped into her and already she was clamping down on him. He was stretching her walls and he was barely halfway in. He felt it too, gasping in disbelief. “Kami, fuck.” His voice was strained. “I-I’m not gonna last with you.” He thumbed her clit as he pushed the rest of the way in. He grunted and stopped, choking out a laugh. “I don’t even think I can move. You feel so amazing.”

“If we’re both coming again, someone is gonna have to move.” She grabbed his waist to move him herself.

He moaned as he started to saw his hips back and forth on his own. His head fell into the crook of her neck. “Kami, Kami, you feel so fucking good. Tight and wet for me.” He kissed and bit her neck.

She moaned and grinned in pure pleasure, her hands sliding over the soft yet hard body she had been dying to touch. “Yes, all for you.” She dug her nails into his back as he bit her again harder.

The groans that started to come from him were loud, careless. He was delirious with pleasure, lost to it as he picked up the pace. She thanked God and whoever else that Katsuki was going out of town. She was losing her mind with him, moving her hips to meet his steady thrusts. Any minute she felt like she could explode.

“Deku,” She whined. “Fu-this feels-oh God,” Her brain felt like it was short circuiting, like she was being lit up from the inside. A tingling started from the soles of her feet and started to stretch upwards to her scalp.

“Yeah, baby, I know.” He nodded, agreeing with everything she didn’t say. He was pumping into her quickly, muttering nonsense and frantically rubbing her clit.

“I’m gonna come, keep going.” Her voice rose in pitch as she begged him not to stop.

“I won’t, I can’t,” He touched his forehead to hers and though it was drenched in sweat, neither of them could care at that moment as they approached their twin peaks. She was first, her body stiffening, her mouth shaped in a silent scream. “Fuck, yes!” He kissed her sloppily just as she spasmed, sound finally making its way out of her throat. His thrusts were wild, unrestrained as he fed the condom he wore. He was gasping over her, a hand still tight enough on her waist to leave a bruise as he caught his breath.

She met his bright green eyes and they slowly started to smile at each other.

“Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked as he gently touched her cheek.

This is who he is, she thought with a rising blush. He was going to care about her no matter what. She missed that feeling. “No, that was amazing.”

He smiled and it reminded her of someone getting a compliment from their first crush. After he had pulled out of her and discarded the condom, he lay next her, nuzzling his face into her neck and hair. He sighed. “If you want to kick me out, you’ll have to carry me out. Or use your quirk.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t do that and besides I don’t want to.” She rolled onto her side to face him and found him already staring with a solemn expression.

“Can I stay with you for a while?”

“Yeah, I’d actually really like that.”

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dakotacrisis · 3 years

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Topsy Turvy (2)

Welp, I guess I am expanding on this. I may have already been planning to write a part 2 but I wasn’t expecting to do it this quickly. While I am doing my own thing with the content initially inspired by the previous comic I did steal one of Plagg’s lines from their continuation comic cause it was too funny to be ignored.

So anyhoo! Here’s a part two!

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“Geez, you would think Hawkmoth would give us one morning off,” Alya groaned. Marinette, Nino, and Alya had been heading towards the station to meet Adrien when that giant robot akuma came out of nowhere.

Now the girls returned to a worried looking Nino who embraced Alya happily. Marinette lingered a bit away from them looking pale and sweaty. Alya sighed and went back to comfort her. “Don’t worry, girl, I’m sure things with Adrien will work out.”

“Yeah...about that…”

The train slid into the station. The doors opened and people started flooding out. Marinette grabbed Alya’s arm and pulled her down to whisper in her ear. “I freaked out seeing Adrien while I was Ladybug and might have, sort of, asked him out to the movies.”

“As Ladybug?”

“Yeah.”

“What is wrong with you! That wasn’t the plan! You were going to do that only if he rejected you as Marinette!”

“I know but I didn’t want to get rejected so I jumped the gun. Do you think this will mess things up?”

“I don’t know! We don’t know what his reply is gonna be. What did he say after you asked him out?”

“Nothing. I left before he could answer.”

“I love you but I am going to kill you.” Alya pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Heads up,” Nino called for the girls’ attention, “I can see Adrien.”

“I’m gonna make a run for it.” Marinette took two steps before Alya pounced on her and forced her back.

“You dug this grave, now lie in it.” Alya grabbed her arm and pulled her down the platform towards Adrien.

Adrien was walking in a dazed state and his face was beet red. He almost walked completely past them before Nino hooked an arm around his shoulders. "Hey dude! It's great to have you back."

"Oh hi, Nino," Adrien snapped out of his daze, "You didn't have to come meet me."

"Sure we did," the three of them started walking back out of the station. Adrien clung close to Nino as he told them about his trip. His gaze kept flickering down to Marinette who walked in step with Alya. Nino would have found it funny if it wasn’t for the fact that Marinette looked like she wanted to melt into the ground.

After their initial phone call two weeks ago Adrien had been really quiet about the whole confession thing. He sent lots of pictures from his trip and talked to him but anything having to do with Marinette was nonexistent. He figured he was working through his feelings on his own. It may have been because Marinette was his friend or Alya’s aggressive shipping of the two but he hoped Adrien chose her. They really were made for each other.

The girls left early and Nino invited Adrien back to his place to hang out. "I'm glad you had fun on your trip. You must have had a lot on your mind regardless."

"A lot on my mind?"

"We were gonna have to talk about it at some point," Nino collapsed into a beanbag chair, "About Marinette?"

Adrien went rigid. "Ma-Marinette? What about Marinette?"

Nino looked at him deadpanned. "Dude, she confessed to you? Remember?"

"Yeah," Adrien sat down next to him, "I remember."

"So did you come to a decision while you were away?" Nino asked.

"Not really, I keep flip-flopping about it. I know being with Marinette would be the easier option and she's great. I would be lucky to call her my girlfriend."

"But?"

"I still really love Ladybug and after what happened today…"

"What happened today?"

Adrien recounted to Nino about the akuma and how Ladybug and Rena Rouge saved him. Then how Ladybug had asked him out to see a movie.

"HOLY CRAP!" Nino gaped, "Ladybug asked you out? Why didn’t you lead with that?"

"I guess because I was still processing it happened." Adrien leaned back so he was staring up at the ceiling, "It feels like I'm dreaming. I'm happy but it also confused me more."

"I wouldn't blame you for being confused. Having a friend confess to you and then your crush asking you out...it's a lot to think of."

"I feel like the answer should be obvious. But it doesn't feel that way anymore."

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Marinette said she wasn’t expecting an answer but I still owe her something. I don’t even know how serious Ladybug was with her invitation. She could have just been messing with me but I don’t really see casual flirting as something she would do.” Adrien pondered it some more. Nino could see the gears turning in his head.

“I’d like to see you and Marinette together but I can’t force you to be with her. If it turns out Ladybug is who you really want then that’s okay too. Marinette’s strong and for the most part it sounds like she just wanted to let you know she had feelings for you. You don’t have to feel guilty about either option. I hope you know that.”

“You’re so sagely. It’s throwing me off,” Adrien laughed, “Go back to saying dude and talking through a mouth full of hot cheetos please. But seriously though, thanks for talking with me about this. It helps.”

“I’m always here for you, brother,” Nino tossed him a controller, “Now let me whip your butt in Mario Kart.”

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Adrien returned home after a few rounds of Mario Kart with Nino. He was already pushing things with his father by going off with his friends earlier instead of heading straight home. He received a cool welcome from his father when he walked inside the mansion before he was gone again. At least he had deigned to greet him when he got home. That’s more than what he expected out of him.

He climbed the stairs to his room. “Alright, you can come out now,” Adrien told Plagg.

“You couldn’t have snuck me some cheetos while you were hanging out with your friend?” Plagg whined, “I’m starving!”

“There were three full camembert tins as well as an emergency string cheese in my bag. How are you starving?”

“I ate those on the ride back to Paris. Now I’m hungry again!” Plagg crawled across Adrien’s bed, “I’m so weak, Adrien. I can hardly move. Everything around me is going dark. I can hear the angels singing.”

“You are a menace.” Adrien picked him up and tossed him into his cheese cabinet. “Happy?”

“I feel rejuvenated!” Plagg cackled as he dove head first into a new tin of camembert. Adrien rolled his eyes and closed the cabinet door.

He went to the window and looked out over the lights of the city. He couldn’t wait to be back running across that skyline. Two weeks without being Chat Noir had been torture. Ladybug assured him that she and Rena had things covered when he told her he was going away for a bit. Still, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about it.

Maybe he could tear Plagg away from his cheese hoard for a quick jaunt around town. Maybe he’d even see Ladybug.

Oh Ladybug. All this time he had been trying and failing to woo her as Chat Noir and then without any prompting she asked Adrien out. He still wasn’t sure if she was serious. How badly he hoped that she was though. He wanted it to be real. He wanted Ladybug to love him. Now it looked like he had a chance at that but there was only one snag. Marinette.

Sweet and wonderful Marinette. He already broke her heart as Chat Noir. Could he stand to do it again as Adrien? He really didn’t want to but neither did he want to leave her in suspense of an answer. He wished things could be simpler.

He thought back to what Plagg said on the train and scoffed. “Monogamy is a concept invented by humans.” he repeated it back to himself, “As much as I would love to be in the middle of a Ladybug/Marinette sandwich I don’t think that’s an option. I think I would combust at the mere possibility.”

He pressed his head to the cool window and sighed. His eyes fluttered close. He should just go to bed at this point. He would stay up all night worrying himself into knots about what to do at this rate. He opened his eyes once more and fell back with a startled yelp.

“Oops, sorry,” Ladybug waved at him upside down through the glass, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh no, no you’re fine.” Adrien shot to his feet, “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” she righted herself and perched on top of his open window, “I wanted to come by and talk to you. I realize I kind of gave you a shock today during the akuma attack. The whole asking you to go to a movie thing.”

“Right, yeah, I was certainly surprised.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. Ladybug was in his room! Okay, she was sitting on his window but that was still in his room. “I gotta know, were you being serious or were you just fooling with me? I won’t be mad if you were but I just wanna know.”

“Yeah, about that,” he could swear he saw Ladybug blushing. Ladybug was blushing around him! “I did mean what I said. I think you’re a nice guy and I know that we haven’t ever interacted that much but I like you. I have no idea what you think of me but now you know what I think of you. So...thoughts?”

“I think you’re amazing.” Adrien answered without hesitation. His feet brought him closer to the window so he could better gaze up at her. Her head was silhouetted in moonlight casting a bright white halo around her dark hair. Her eyes sparkled like stars as she gazed stared back at him. Her lips slightly parted and her cheeks pink.

Adrien cleared his throat and spoke again. “I’ve actually had a crush on you for ages. I had trouble believing anything would come of it though.”

“Oh really?” Ladybug smirked, “Ages you say?”

Adrien’s mouth went dry. He nodded his head.

“Well if that ain’t a kick in the head,” she chuckled softly, “I’ve had a crush on you too.”

Wait. Hold up! Ladybug had a crush on him? He knew that she liked him but a crush? For how long? Adrien’s mind flashed back to when Ladybug told him she was in love with someone else. Was the someone else Adrien? Had he been getting rejected all this time because Ladybug was already in love with him?

“Adrien?” Ladybug waved a hand in front of his face, “Did I lose you? Was that too forward? I’m sorry if it was.”

“No! I’m just really happy!” Adrien blurted out. “I...I uh…if you still want I would like to go to that movie with you.”

Ladybug smiled. “Great. Are you free tomorrow?”

“I will be,” he would move the heavens themselves in order to be free if so needed.

“Awesome. They’re doing a classic movie night at the theater tomorrow. We could see the original La Belle et la Bete or Citizen Kane or Roman Holiday.”

“Aren’t they playing Psycho as well?”

“A horror movie?” Ladybug’s eyes widened. “I mean if that’s what you want to see...well um…”

“Wait,” Adrien said, “Are you--are you scared of horror movies?”

“Yeah, I know, big bad hero Ladybug gets scared watching horror movies. Laugh it up.” she shook her head.

“I wasn’t laughing. I wasn’t!” Adrien couldn’t help but smile though. He learned something new about her. “La Belle et la Bete sounds nice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the original. I’ve only seen the Disney version and the live action remake they did back in 2014.”

“Well then,” Ladybug twisted her yo-yo around in her hands. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow evening for our date.”

“Can’t wait.” Adrien was smiling like a fool. Ladybug gave him another wave goodbye before leaping off into the night. Adrien watched from the open window with a dreamy smile on his face. He had a date with Ladybug!

Then his heart sunk. He was gonna have to reject Marinette now. He hoped she wouldn’t take it too hard.

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“I have a date with Adrien! I have a date with Adrien!” Marinette danced around her room. The kwamis were all out and celebrating with her. Alya sat on the chaise with a knowing smile. This wasn’t what Alya had planned but it looked like it worked out in the end. She had never seen Marinette so happy.

“Oh no,” Marinette stopped abruptly. “I have a date with Adrien!”

She ran to her closet and started pulling out clothes. “What am I gonna wear? It’s a movie date so it shouldn’t be anything too fancy but I don’t want to look like a slob. Should I wear something warm if the theatre is cold? But with all that body heat it’s bound to be warm so should I dress lighter? Alya, what do you think?”

“I think that you’re going as Ladybug so what you have on under your costume won’t make much of a difference.” Alya was trying not to laugh.

“Oh right,” Marinette threw her clothes back down, “Forgot about that part.”

“And you’re okay with dating Adrien as Ladybug? You don’t think that’s gonna cause any problems down the road? If you want this relationship to go anywhere in the future you’ll need to tell him who you are.”

“I know, but that isn’t for a good long while. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

The words of a fool in love. Alya decided to let her have her moment and not say anything. Tomorrow night would be interesting indeed.

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dameronology · 4 years

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home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning

It had only been five days.

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe.

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy.

‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn.

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response.

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in.

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting.

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor.

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled.

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments.

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours.

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled.

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries.

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love.

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep.

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress.

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him.

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights.

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly.

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile.

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you.

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