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itsbeaconhillsbaby · 4 years ago

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city lights, pretty sights || tom holland x reader

a/n: hello again! so i was completely overwhelmed by the lovely response my first tom holland mini fic/imagine/blurb thing received from you guys. and i had a couple more ideas so decided to keep going and see what you all think. once again - i hope you guys are liking these, let me know if you are and if you wanna have a chat about anything tom related - hmu, I'd love to chat!

word count: 1673 warning: none (that i can remember anyways) summary: wandering through nyc late at night still in your premiere outfits; pizza, piggy back rides and cute scenes

“What’s your thoughts on pizza?”

You nuzzle closer into the side of the figure next to you, feeling them guiding and supporting you along the path as you walk together. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t holding on a little tighter than normal. Looking up to him you grinned, hair falling out of the loose style it’d been sitting in all night, the bouncy curls now framing your face, “I love pizza.” You could feel the presence of Tom’s security, walking a little further back giving you both some space, but still close enough that if anything at all happened, they’d be there to get you both home. You approach a tiny little hole-in-the-wall takeaway pizzeria, Tom pulling himself behind you, keeping hold of your hand as you walked through the tiny entrance. “Two slices of your pepperoni pizza please?!” you ask, grabbing a couple dollars from inside your bag and handing it over to the man. the place was empty. “Ay, 2 minutes!” You thank him and lean back slightly, now bracing yourself against Tom as he wraps both his arms around your waist and tucks his chin into your neck. sweeping a couple tiny kisses below your ear. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?” he whispers, brushing some hair behind your ear with his nose. “Only every single time you’ve looked at me,” you laugh, “It’s not every day I have make-up artists and dresses delivered to me. But I think you’ll find it’s me who can’t keep her eyes off of you. You were amazing tonight, y’know?” He hums into your bare shoulder, your body vibrating against his touch. Tonight was crazy; and you still couldn’t quite believe that it wasn’t all just some very elaborate dream. You had been making breakfast a couple days ago for you both, spoiling Tom now that he was back in London fresh off his press tour. You had come into the bedroom to tell him everything was ready when he pulled you down onto the bed and into his chest, gently asking if he could bring you as his plus one to his premiere in New York. The days that followed were crazy. Some designers had sent some dresses once they were told Tom was bringing a plus one, all eager to be the first to dress ‘her’. It was overwhelming to say the least. You were brought back from your memory by a saucy pizza aroma, your stomach reacting after now realising how long it had been since you’d eaten. You’d been so nervous all day, and everything was so stressful this morning...this pizza couldn’t come faster. Aside from your rumbling tummy, there was another big reason why neither of you had wanted to go straight home after the premiere. You hadn’t looked at your phones yet. Nor did you particularly want to. You knew the media would have been chomping at the bit to release the photos and articles of Tom and his ‘mystery girl’ - you were making the most of your normality with him before it was all blown to smithereens. Before you could dwell on that thought any longer, two slices of thick NYC pizza wrapped in napkins atop paper plates slid across the counter towards you. Tom unwound his arms from around your body and you both grabbed your slices before giving your thanks and leaving the pizzeria with a jingle of the bell above the door. //// You finished the last few bites of your pizza, leaving the crust before throwing it into the nearest bin. The city lights were glittering, cars still lining the streets despite the late hour. It definitely was the city that never sleeps and you loved it here. Despite it being hot and sticky all day, a cold wind had picked up and the material of your dress wasn’t exactly the warmest. Tiny little goosebumps has appeared on your arms, the little hairs standing up straight. “You wanna head back? It’s getting cold,” tom asked, he shuffled himself out of his burgundy suit jacket and held it open for you to put your arms in before sliding it up and over your shoulders, enveloping you. “-Or we can call a car here?” he continued. You had stopped where you stood, just at one of the entrances to central park. “We can have a car come in about 15 minutes if you want to take a little stroll about the park, Tom?” His security guard had noticed the lack of movement and had come over to see if either of you needed his assistance. “That sounds great, thank you!” you called, refusing to let this day end just yet. “Thank you for today, the paparazzi and the media and all the shouting. It’s a lot to deal with. Would put many off, but you handled it like a complete pro. We did the right thing didn’t we?” Tom asked, keeping his eyes forward to the grassy path lined with trees. “Hey. Look at me.” You turn him to face you, the lamplights highlighting his eyes as they trained themselves onto you, “I knew what I was getting myself into, and no amount of press or media stunts are gonna ruin this. No way. We’ll deal with it - as long as you want to keep making these films, I’ll support you. through the good and the bad, right?” He shifts on his feet, slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. His lifestyle had gotten in the way of his relationships before, you knew that. and Tom felt deeply about the people he loved. It was partly why you loved him and a reason why you’d both agreed to keep you out of the limelight for a while. You knew he was giving you a get out of jail free card. A reason to leave if you needed it. “I’m in this. I promise,” you reassured him. Youu bring your hands up to his face, caressing his cheek slightly, brushing the curls out of his face with your hand, “Since when did you get so soppy anyway?” “What can I say...it’s part of the charm!” you saw that twinkle jump back into his eyes, his playful energy taking centre stage pushing the tiredness, vulnerability and fear to the back of his mind. You continued to walk through the park a little, still within eyeshot of the entrance, careful not to wander too far. Enjoying each other’s company in a peaceful section of this intense city. At that moment, in classic NYC style, the heavens opened up and a heavy rainstorm thundered into the ground. The pair of you started laughing, the rain catching you both slightly as you took cover under one of the trees lining the pathway. You noticed Tom’s security waving you over, your car was here and the stretch from where you were both sheltered under the tree to the entrance was fully open. “Right, hop on!” You look at Tom confused as he squats down slightly, his arms held out behind him. Gathering up your dress slightly, you grip onto his shoulders, count down from 3 and hop onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and linking your arms around his shoulders and neck, clinging on with your face pressed into his hair. “Go go go!” You burst out laughing as he makes a beeline for the car, the rain pelting down on the both of you, completely soaking the pair of you to the bone. Your hair whipped around your face and you could hear Tom laughing as he ran, you couldn’t help but join in. You closed your eyes, tilted your head up and let it hit you for a moment, you were by far the luckiest girl in the world. You’d reached the car before you knew it, Tom gently lowered you back to the ground as you hopped back off - keeping your dress off the ground in the hopes not to ruin it completely. Opening the car door and ducking your head in, you slid across the seats, Tom on your heels. “Well, that was unexpected.” Tom looked at you, his full curls plastered to his head - shirt dripping, and burst out laughing, “I love you but you look like a raccoon.” You playfully hit on him on the shoulder before bursting into laughter yourself, “Oh shut up. ” //// Tom was, as expected, trending on all social media the next day. Articles and photos of his past relationships and rumoured romances brought to the surface as your red-carpet photos together came to light. However, the press hadn’t caught the best photos of the night at all.

In amongst all the posed pictures, two slightly blurry but still recognisable photos were moving their way across the internet. One taken by a fan through the window and across the road from the pizzeria - of Tom cuddling you from behind as you leaned back into him dressed in gown and tux. And another, of you with your head back, hair wild, laughing and Tom carrying you on his back, floppy and curly hair, massive grin and eyes crinkling at the sides - taken by another fan, you suspected. As gorgeous as the media pics were, you knew behind them was stress and nervousness from both parties, and you couldn’t help the feeling in your stomach that someone had managed to capture both of you completely natural and free, enjoying yourselves and each other on such a monumental day for both Tom and for your relationship. You liked and saved both the pictures before hearing the click of your phone locking shut as you placed it back on the bedside table. Rolling over you curled yourself behind Tom before he shifted himself onto his back, arm sliding under your shoulders and shifting you into his side. You close your eyes as he presses a sleepy kiss to your forehead and you let yourself finally relax - completely and utterly content.

#tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you #tom holland imagines #tom holland fluff #lisa writes #I really enjoy writing these and hope to continue to do so #is it a little ooc?#probably #tom holland fanfic

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liamloveslarry · 4 years ago

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so the lovely holly @nympholouis kindly gave me a prompt idea to write in that harry and louis meet at a modern day art exhibition where there is no talking allowed, but there is a lot of eyebrow wiggling and finger pointing going on.

i tried my best to come up with something so if you want to read it, it’s just under the cut! :)

Harry sighed quietly through his nose as he tapped his foot a little brokenly against the hard polished floor.

Liam had planned for them to attend him the local art museum that had been advertising a new exhibition for weeks, something about wanting to be more cultured and ‘take it all in’; to be honest Harry thinks it’s just a ploy for Liam to chat up the receptionist that he met on a night out a few weeks ago.

He checked his watch one more time and saw it was nearing 1 o’clock, nearly time for the exhibition to start. He’d had it explained to him that it was one of those shows where you couldn’t talk, and instead you were led around the exhibition as the guide spoke about which piece of art you’d stopped in front of.

A soft buzzing ejected him from his thoughts and he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, seeing there was a new message from Liam.

Liam: Sorry mate!!!! WON’T be able to come, sumfin just happened last minute so gonna have to cancel! Lol enjoy anyway! Maybe you’ll meet someone there ;)

He rolled his eyes and placed his phone back into his pocket. Great, he thought, so not only could he not he speak, he was now on his own.

It’s not that he didn’t particularly enjoy art, or attending galleries and museums, it’s just that he was planning on having a lazy Saturday to himself, chomping on cheesy snacks and catching up on his shows. So the fact that the person who originally wanted to come here, now wasn’t even turning up, annoyed him a tad, but he knows Liam wouldn’t cancel for the sake of it, so it must be something important.

It’s not like he can leave either, the tickets had cost them thirty quid each, thirty quid he could’ve spent on shitty snacks and wine, he thought, so he’s not going to waste it now by leaving.

He could see people starting to gather out the corner of his eye, murmuring quietly amongst themselves before the guide had told them to politely shut up.

Harry’s eyes bugged a little as she shuffled over, joining the small group but straying to the back.

It was about ten minutes into the exhibition when the guide had stopped them in front of one of the pieces, Harry had looked up from where he was staring at the man in front’s shoe, which had a piece of tissue stuck underneath and snorted.

The guide’s sharp eyebrows twitched as she glared through her pointy glasses and huffed under her breath, before carrying on with her sentence.

Harry pulled his lips in and tried not to laugh as he stared at what one could only assume as two people fucking. It wasn’t that it was necessarily sex, it was the fact that the artist had tried to depict the beautiful imagery of two people so passionate about one another, and whether intentional or not, had made the man’s penis entirely too big and the woman’s breasts nipple-less. He was confused as to whether there was a deeper meaning, and he’d probably get his answer if he listened to the snooty guide, but instead a sharp cough made his eyes flick over to where a man was standing, pulling the same face Harry was.

He was dressed in a soft grey sweatshirt and light wash jeans that tapered off just above his ankles, stark white trainers gleaming against the mahogany floor.

Harry flushed a little as his eyes met his, and the man smirked, nodding his head towards the art piece and wiggling his eyebrows.

Harry tried to hold in a laugh but a tiny chuckle squeaked through his lips, so he placed his hand over his mouth and looked at the floor.

When he looked back up the man wasn’t watching him anymore, but there was a small smile gracing his lips.

As the group wandered through the museum, and the guide’s voice droned over them like an incessant buzzing that wouldn’t stop, the only part that made this whole thing bearable was that Harry and the nameless man had begun to communicate with their hands and certain facial expressions.

Throughout the tour, Harry would pretend to fall asleep, eyes rolling back into his head and mouth opening just a little as if to imitate a snore, making the other man laugh quietly, fist closing over his mouth. The man would often in return, slyly point at their guide discreetly and copy what she was doing, pinching his lips as if he’d sucked on a lemon and use his fingers as a mouth, opening and closing them as she spoke, making Harry grin something manic.

Muted giggles and soundless laughter accompanied by scrunched eyes and red cheeks filled the hours, making it seem like it was just the two of them alone together in the room, until a rather rotund woman standing next to Harry sneezed so loud it made him jump. All of a sudden, the colours and lights and pictures flooded Harry’s vision, snapping him back to reality and making him realise, that no, it wasn’t just the two of them, and now there was substance staining Harry’s jacket while the woman profusely apologised and dabbed him with a tissue. Harry had glared and let himself be somewhat manhandled as the man who’d been making Harry giggle under his breath for the past hour shielded his mouth with his palm and pretended not to laugh.

The shake in his shoulders was a dead giveaway though.

After stumbling across a particularly phallic shaped object that stood proudly in the centre of the room, coated in white, its florescent shine twinkling underneath the soft spotlights, the man captured Harry’s eyes as he lifted one of his eyebrows and raised a fist to his right cheek, pumping his tongue to the side of the other, imitating a rather sexual gesture.

Harry blushed and tried to contain a laugh by biting his lip, his fingers squeezing around nothing inside his jacket pocket as he stared at the man’s working jaw, willing himself to calm down, as it was probably strongly frowned upon to get hard in an art museum.

The man had lowered his fist then, probably remembering where he was for a second, knowing he could get caught at any moment and winked at Harry, before turning back to face the object.

Pinpricks prickled and sprung across Harry’s entire body, and there was a certain warmth to his face that seemed to be growing the more he thought about the man standing just ten feet away.

He was clearly cheeky, but he had kind eyes and an even brighter smile. His cap also hid most of his hair but a soft, artfully feathered fringe swooped across his forehead and across his brow bone.

The guide cut through his thoughts with a nasally announcement that this would be their last stop, and something heavy settled in Harry’s stomach. He frowned slightly when he thought about not being able to see the man again, and rolled his eyes at his own stupidity when he knew he probably didn’t feel the same.

So he’d imitated a perfectly platonic blowie and waggled his eyebrows a few times at Harry, it didn’t mean anything, just a way to pass the time, right?

As the tour wrapped up and some gatherers dispersed while others stopped to chat to one another, Harry felt a small tug on his arm as he was leaving, and felt a drop of something in his pocket.

As he looked up, he caught the eyes of the man from before, leaving with one last smirk and a quirk in his brow, before jogging down the steps and racing towards the metro.

He felt something crumpled when he went to reach inside his pocket and pulled out a scrap piece of paper, black ink had transpired into hastily written words as he read:

‘I’m no artist, but I’ll gladly check you out’

Followed by a number and a name.

Louis.

And if Liam takes the credit in his best man speech years later, well, Harry thinks, he supposes he’s not wrong.

#hlsource #hlcreators #larry drabble #this was so fun to write

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terrifictomholland · 5 years ago

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Maybe they're walking home from a nightclub and they're a bit tipsy, and Tom gets pulled by his chain/hoodie tassles into a dark covered shop door and they fuck? Is that any better?

Yes okay so, I’ve changed pretty much your entire prompt hahah (I’m sorry love!) Please enjoy!

special thanks to @worldoftom

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

You could feel your study buddies’ eyes on you before you heard the murmurs. You glanced up at them, seeing that they were staring at you. Or rather, at someone behind you.

“This seat taken?” a silky smooth voice asked. The one voice you never expected to hear in the campus’ library, let alone on a Friday evening when there was sure to be a much more interesting party happening at one of the frat houses.

He was clad in a pair of jeans and a blue, loose hoodie completed with a cap keeping his hair out of his face. He had one hand on the back of the chair, the other went up to adjust the brim further down his face. It shielded his eyes, giving him somewhat of a mysterious look. In other words, he looked fucking delicious.

“Uh, no, knock yourself out,” you murmured, getting your things that you had splayed out all over the table, putting it in a more tidy stack. Tom grinned and took the seat right next to you.

“What’re you doing here?” you couldn’t help but ask after a while in a hushed tone, the question burning inside of you. Your eyes swept across the tables, seeing your buddies quickly divert their gaze to their homework, trying to make it look as though they weren’t chomping at the bits to know what you and Tom were saying.

His eyes moved over your torso for a second, licking his lips before it turned into a wolfish grin.

“Nice shirt,” he pointed out in such a casual manner as though he hadn’t fucked you silly in it a few days ago, making your cheeks burn.

“I-it was the only clean thing I had,” you stuttered and his grin widened even further.

“Mmh.”

“Don’t change the subject on me.” You straightened up feeling his eyes on you the entire time, his hand resting on your back rubbing it and his foot sliding over to yours, making you lose focus all over. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, wanted to know if you wanted to come to a secret party.”

Your eyebrows lifted as you stared at him skeptically, trying to read him and what his intention behind this was. “A secret party?”

He moved closer to you, fingertips dancing gently along your wrist and you felt your pulse pick up and breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah, a secret party. For the two of us.” With a smirk, he pulled back from you, loving the reaction he got out of you from a single touch.

It took you a moment to realise what he was insinuating. You saw the light flush on his cheeks, felt yours warming up too, stomach filling up with fire at his words. You subtly squeezed your legs together, but of course Tom noticed it as his hand slipped down to your inner thigh giving it a rub.

“What do you say, hm?” He knew you were a done deal, and so did you.

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

—-

It didn’t take you long to reach his dorm and the second the door was shut, he pounced. He had you pushed up against the wall and lips capturing yours in a fiery and heated kiss. A moan you couldn’t help escaped once you felt his possessive hands touching you all over, leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

“Shit, Tom,” you breathed, letting your head fall to the side, letting him kiss the exposed skin, his lips and tongue exquisite on your neck. Another shuddery moan fell from your lips when he bit down and sucked, leaving a pretty mark for everyone to see later. He spread your legs with one foot, snaking his own between yours, pressing it right up against your core making you whimper.

“Go on, babe, let me see how desperate you are for me,” he goaded and you bit down on your lip as a thrill ran through you at the prospect of just letting go and doing whatever he wanted you to.

Not so subtly, you began grinding yourself against his thigh. Your wetness collecting rapidly in your panties as the most delicious and incredible sensation built up.

“So fucking gorgeous humping my thigh, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he praised, and you heated up under it, soaking it up as much as you were soaking your panties by this point. You held on to the back of his neck, tiny whines and gasps falling continuously from your lips.

“Feels so good, Tommy.”

“And to think this is nowhere near as good as it’s gonna feel, huh, pretty girl?” Those words alone and your efforts to hump his thigh had you close to cumming already.

“I want more,” you begged, staring at him with wide doe eyes and your lips slightly parted.

“What do you want? Gotta use your words, pretty girl.” He smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth, and you turned your head to the side to meet his lips in a deep and frenzied kiss.

“Touch me, please,” you moaned against his mouth as he picked you up. Big and strong hands on the back of your thighs, right below your ass as he carried you over to his bed, throwing you on it next.

“Where should I touch you?”

You squirmed around on the bed before he fell on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms as he went back to kissing you for a bit.

“You know where,” you tried against his lips, moving your hips for him to get the hint.

“Mmh, ‘fraid I don’t, babe.” You felt the smirk against your lips before he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses to your neck once more until he found your sweet spot and sucked on it.

“Touch my - my pussy.” You felt your whole face burn when you said it, but he just laughed against your skin, running his fingers up and down your sides.

“Was that so hard?”

“Shut up and touch me,” you whined impatiently and he glanced at you with a devious look in his eyes.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, pretty girl,” he threatened, making you squeeze your thighs around his hips as a moan slipped out.

“Please, Tommy,” you begged, staring up at him, back curved into an arch in a deep craving for more of his touch. More of his heat. More of his everything.

“So needy, aren’t you?”

He sat up, pulling on the hem of your shirt, so you quickly got it off you along with your bra, leaving you completely topless in front of him. His eyes roamed all over your tits, making you flush deeply.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said, and in the next second his scent was all over you. His mouth kissed along the swell of your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth and lavishing it with attention. Sucking, swirling and tugging until you were completely breathless and shaking underneath him.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, arching your body up and feeling just how soaked you were. He hadn’t even begun touching and already you were this desperate.

“You’re so impatient,” he hummed against your hardened nipple, but this time you stayed unfazed.

You let your fingers move up to his head instead, turning his cap around so it was on backwards. Him wearing a cap and with his hoodie on still, it was driving you a little crazier than you wanted to admit.

He kept giving your tits his undivided attention until you craved for his skilled mouth on yours, so you pulled him up to your face to kiss him. You got lost in it, his tongue slipping inside your mouth easily, making you pull him even closer to you, arms safely wrapped around his muscular shoulders.

As you did, his hand slid down your front, straight into your panties, and you let out a shaky breath as soon as his fingers came in contact with your drenched core. Your hips bucked up on instinct against his touch. His fingers merely teasing your folds, spreading your juices all over your pussy and clit making you cry out.

“Ohhhh fuck,” you whimpered, clutching onto his shoulders already feeling your legs starting to shake.

“You’re so soaked for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he murmured, letting his finger slip inside of you with little resistance. You threw your head back, letting out a loud moan when he fucked it in and out of you. His breathing on your face, the noises your pussy made, and even your own moans, everything was turning you on all the more.

“M-more,” you asked of him on repeat until he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you steadily as your legs fell to the side. You were all exposed to him now, feeling the pleasure overwhelm you.

Before you knew it, your toes were curling, stomach tightening and pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Your breathing came out in short, rapid pants the second his thumb brushed your clit and added pressure on the highly sensitive bud.

“O-oh, fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped fervently, throwing your head back and rolling your hips. “Faster, harder, fuck- please,” you whined, feeling your climax nearing.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me,” he groaned at the noises you were making and with a snap, you felt yourself crumble, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure. Shaking and quivering as he fucked you right through your orgasm, not slowing down until you were soaring down from your high, feeling your legs tremble.

You glanced at him seeing the way he pulled his hand out of your panties and into his mouth, licking them clean and making quite the show of it. A small whine fell from your lips at the sight and you could feel the dull throbbing coming back between your legs.

“Come up here,” you made grabby hands at him, wanting to kiss him for a bit. He chucked his jeans and boxers off and was about to pull the hoodie over his head, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest, his eyes landing on yours.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” His tone and facial expression being one of utter confusion. You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze.

“Keep it on?” you offered in a quiet beg, your eyes flickering up to meet his. Running a fingertip across the lettering on his hoodie. The fabric was soft to the touch, but you focused more on the slight ridges of his pecks, prominent even under his clothes. That and on how his entire face changed, eyes twinkling with something devious.

“Does this turn you on, pretty girl?” The shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you squirm even more because yes, it was a massive turn-on.

“Maybe.”

“Of course it does,” he teased in a sing-song as he ran his fingers around your nipple. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” he continued, kissing the corner of your mouth next.

“Say it,” he said, making you arch up with a gasp at the command in his voice. Something about it was intensely raw. Hands firmly clasped around the sleeves of his hoodie, you let your eyes roll into the back of your head at the way it made your lower stomach clench and tense up.

“Mmh, I do, please Tommy, fuck me with your hoodie on,” you begged, feeling his lips on your neck and he pulled you closer to him, using his hand on your ass to get you where he wanted.

“Fuck yeah, can’t wait to pound your sweet little pussy til’ you’re screaming my name.” You let out a whimper at those words, palms traveling up and across the seam on his shoulders, and your pussy clenched.

“Please Tom, fuck me now.” You felt him turn around a bit and shuffle around, most likely to remove his jeans. When you felt him sit up on the bed, you shifted on your back then moved your hand down to his cock, jerking him off, hearing his moans and curses as you did.

“Such a big cock, gonna split my pussy open, aren’t you?” You moaned, seeing him retrieve a foil package from the bedside drawer, his actions faltering ever so slightly as you squeezed the base of his cock.

“Keep that talk up, I fucking dare you,” he growled, slapping your hand away from his lap, and a shiver ran through you as you moaned helplessly.

“What are you gonna do about it, Tommy?” you goaded, seeing the fire in his eyes and you bit your lip, watching him open the package and roll the condom on his hard cock.

“Gonna fuck the brat right out of you,” he threatened, pulling you up on his lap and making you straddle his hips. The head of his cock poked your inner thigh and you ground your hips into him, making him nudge your soaked entrance.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you purred, taking a hold of his cock and jerking him a few more times. His pained groan told you he was as ready as he could be, so you lined his cock up and let yourself sink down on him.

Loud moans filled the room from both of you once he was fully inside of you.

You looked up at him admiring the way he looked as you had fully impaled yourself on him, sweat already forming on his temples and that’s when you saw the cap. With a cheeky grin, you nicked it off of him putting it on your own head backwards.

“Oh fuck you look even better with my cap on,” he nearly whined, seeing his cap on you and you smirked rocking forwards, his whine turning into a full-blown moan.

“Still as tight as I remember,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched together and you moaned, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, rolling your hips before starting to lift yourself up and sink down on him again. His cock dragged along your walls, making you feel all of him and you whined when he began snapping his hips inside of you. His cock pushing deeper inside of you than before, you angled your hips just right and let out a moan to the feeling of your toes curling when he reached your g-spot.

“Tom!” You gasped, throwing your head back, and he was quick to latch on to one of your tits, hand moving from your hips to your ass and giving it a nice hard slap.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, lifting yourself up and slamming down on him, fucking him like that, drawing moans and groans from the both of you.

“Pretty girl, fuck, you’re taking my cock so fucking good,” he grunted and you leaned in to kiss him hotly, your mouths muffling your moans as you kept fucking yourself on him. Your thighs were burning and the cap kept falling off with your movements, and you had a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body, feeling your heart race and the fire erupting in your belly.

You broke the kiss and straightened up, hips still going although more slowly, teasing him, seeing the way he nibbled on his bottom lip and feeling his hand smacking you again. Still you rode him gently, caressing both hands across his chest and his belly, fisting around the hem and sliding them under the fabric. He felt hot, soft muscles trembling under your touch, but something didn’t feel right.

You wanted more. The heat of his skin was inviting, but his expression was painfully gorgeous, so you stared into his eyes and panted, “Want you to fuck me from behind.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a filthy smirk formed on his face and he helped you off of him. Without words, you got up on all fours and he got on his knees behind you.

A wave of excitement was steadily building up inside of you when you felt his hands roaming your ass, kneading and teasingly slapping it.

“Fuck,” you whined, feeling everything in you quiver already from the build up. Your arms nearly gave out when you felt him tap his cock over your clit and you let out a moan, feeling him spread your juices all over your core and clit, making you push your hips back wanting more.

“Shit,” he grunted, sinking inside of you in one long, smooth motion, and you let out a high pitched whine. The new angle made your eyelids flutter at every new spot he kept finding, some that you didn’t even know you had. Your pussy squeezed around him like a vice once he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“O-oh my god,” you whimpered, closing your eyes, then you desperately fisted the sheet. Bound to his will, you let him set a bruising pace, his hips slapping against yours as your body jolted forward. The pleasure you were experiencing was so overwhelming you could barely form a sentence anymore, just barely making noises that sounded like words but might as well have been grunts.

“F-fuck - hngh,” you cried out when his arm came around to your front finding your clit and your eyes rolled back, pussy clenching and full body shaking. Your toes curled and he could tell how close you were.

He smacked your ass with his free hand and it was all it took for you to cum with a scream, feeling your high take over as he fucked you through it. Hard and fast, rubbing your clit with intent, bringing on another orgasm for you.

“C-cum for me, Tommy,” you urged and whined at the loss when he pulled out.

When you turned your head, you watched him remove the condom and discard it onto the mattress. It landed somewhere by your foot, but that was the last thing on your mind because his hand was on his cock, fist tight around it, jerking off steadily. His hoodie was riding up his belly a little bit, a patch of skin glistening with sweat under it, and you wanted to touch it, wanted to feel how warm it was, but your arms didn’t obey.

You only watched him, face contorted in pure bliss, a little ‘oh’ dangling from his mouth, spit on the corner of his lip, but soon enough your entire ass was coated with his cum, ropes of it shooting off all over you.

“That’s it, baby, fuck - keep cumming,” you moaned, wiggling your hips, and he let out a guttural moan, head thrown back as he jerked the last few drops onto you. You collapsed on your tummy on his bed, feeling so well-fucked and sated.

“God, that was incredible,” he panted and you looked over at him with a lazy smile, stretching your legs.

“Fuck yeah,” you agreed, seeing him get off the bed before he soon returned with a wet cloth, tenderly wiping you clean. You shut your eyes, adoring how gentle he was being with you now.

“Want to watch a film with me?” he asked after a moment, throwing the cloth into a hamper, crawling up beside you. His hoodie was still askew, but he used one hand to straighten it up, the other caressing the curve of your lower back as he approached you again.

There was a quick kiss on your mouth that you couldn’t explain, but you didn’t have time to question him. He helped you sit up and slip under the covers, him following you right after, naked from the waist down but never motioning to remove his hoodie. Smiling to yourself at his decision, you snuggled up next to him, all thoughts soon to be forgotten.

“How about we just watch the BA kitchen?” you asked sleepily, feeling him shuffle around to get his laptop.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You glanced up at him, smiling fondly at him, then you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss on his incredibly kissable lips. His response was an adorable laugh and his cheeks turned pink.

“What was that for?”

You grinned shyly. “I just wanted to, you look so soft and cuddly right now.”

“So do you, pretty girl,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you even closer. You couldn’t help but to be a little shit to him though, craning your neck up at him.

“Hmm?” he hummed without taking his eyes off the screen, making absent-minded patterns on your arm.

“So…” You curled a finger around the collar of his hoodie, gently pulling at it with a smirk.

“Can I have your hoodie now, or after the next round…?”

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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Fake (Tamaki x Reader)

Pairing: Tamaki x Fem!Reader

Someone messaged me with the request: “I was thinking about if one of the boys had a fem friend and they are hanging out one day and some guy won't leave them alone so they act as if the boy is their boyfriend to make the guy go away and after the boy actually really liked being called her bf and they realize the feelings they had for them were not as platonic as they first thought? Always thought this was cute!!" They also gave me the option to do Bakugou or Tamaki, so I went with Tamaki

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,220

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Thank you for the request and the kind messages dear! SO sorry this one took a while, I wanted to take the time and do Tamaki properly and I was also generally just burnt out so I really hope I did it justice and you like it!

I meant to finish this last night because I thought I would keep it short, but instead it ended up being 2.2k words?? And I fell asleep writing it (no joke, when I woke up there was a huge line of 3s on my screen) and I finished it during the day today.

"I've always thought cotton candy was a magical type of snack," I comment, happily chomping away at the sugary treat melting in my mouth. "It's the type of thing that makes you feel like a kid again!"

"Mm, I guess so," Tamaki responds, taking another bite of his takoyaki.

"Do you want a bite?"

The boy's indigo eyes barely gaze down and it before he immediately takes the bite for himself. His munching really makes him look childish as the treat is supposed to do. "I was never fond of cotton candy. I guess I just naturally prefer animal treats because of my quirk."

"Yeah, that's understandable." I stare off into the distance, eyeing the giant roller coaster looming in front of us. My heart quickens at the sight, the anticipation building inside me. "Tama, we gotta get on that coaster!"

At the word, his face goes completely blank. "C-Coaster?"

"Come on Tama, please?" I whine. "We've only been to all the carnival games and the mild rides, just one?" I know my poor friend has terrible fear of...everything, but I gotta have my fun too! And I wouldn't want to leave him out from my experiences, nor would I want to leave him alone in this crowded place.

His quivering figure attempts to breath in a sigh. "O-Okay, but you have to hold onto me when we get on, okay? You know how much I hate that h-high up."

I loop an arm around his shoulder, pulling him all-too eagerly towards the coaster. "I'll be right next to you! It won't be that scary, I promise!" I don't know if he believes me, but he keeps in pace with me as I speed-walk over.

Once we get there, we find the line is a good twenty minute wait to get in. My feet tap impatiently in the concrete floor. Tamaki and I are polar opposite friends; I'm the loudmouth while he's more reserved, I take risks while he keeps to the safe route, I chase more thrilling adventures while he'd rather keep to the more tame ones. I don't mind putting his comfort first most of the time, but the one thing I can't give up is being at an amusement park and not going on the coasters. They practically call to me, dangling themselves in front of me while screams entice me with promises of thrill. It's like the architects know how to attract crazies like me.

When I open my mouth to comfort Tamaki - who's staring up at the coaster like he's about to die - the person behind him catches my attention. My lips form into a solid line and I grab my friend's forearm just a hint rougher than I usually do.

The boy snaps out of his reverie quickly. He understands the gesture and leans in. "What's wrong?"

"I think the guy standing behind us has been following us for a while," I whisper low enough so only he can hear. Tamaki's eyes widen and he's about to turn around when I make a face for him to freeze and not look back. "Just act natural, I'll take care of it if he tries something."

Not long after we keep carrying on our conversation, Tamaki takes a call on his phone and the guy finally speaks up. "This ride must be pretty swell if the line's so long for it."

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited for it," I respond. As long as his intentions are still up in the air, I'll be polite to him. No reason to be hostile right off the bat.

Rocking back and forth on his feet, he asks, "Do you come here often?"

I shrug. "Not really, only every once in a while. My work and school keep me busy."

"I see." He pauses for a moment. "So are you too busy for a relationship?"

Oh for fuck's sake. "I'm not in the market for a boyfriend right now, thank you."

The guy scoots just a tiny bit closer to me. "Come on, I'm sure you'd change your mind if you got to know me better. We could just talk for now."

He's persistent. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes into the back of my head. "I don't think that's a good idea." I don't even want to look this guy in the face. Maybe if I show how uninterested I am, he'll get the message and back off. I move up in the line when the people in front of us step forward.

"You won't know until you try." He touches my arm, "Just give me-"

I back my arm away and I glare holes through his skull. "Why are you touching me?"

"You just weren't looking, I thought it was pretty rude," he shrugs.

I'm almost appalled by how innocent he thinks he is. How is that okay? "We just met two seconds ago, you have no right to touch me at all."

The guy lets out a dry laugh. "I don't know why you're being so uptight and closed off."

Bitch, did you just call me 'uptight'??!! I'm about to punch this guy right up to the front of the line.

"H-Honey? What's wrong?"

My head whips around a full 180 degrees to Tamaki, who's finished his call and his eyes are shifting between me and the stranger. "I-Is he bothering you?"

My stomach does a flip recalling the term of endearment he used earlier. Thankfully, I know what he's trying to do. "Yeah, babe. This guy won't leave me alone." I shift over towards my friend and grasp his arm. If we're gonna play this, we're gonna play it right.

The strange guy analyzes the two of us, shifting his eyes back and forth. "This guy is your boyfriend?" He's clearly unconvinced.

"Yeah, you got a problem?" I cock an eyebrow, slightly stepping up to assert my dominance.

After a few more awkward seconds, the guy snickers. "You're dating this guy? You're barely touching him and he's shaking like a little bitch."

The fury shoots right through me. No one calls my Tamaki a little bitch and gets away with it. I'm aboutta end this man's whole life-

Tamaki places a calming hand on my own before I can fully explode on him. "I-It's okay, sweetie, it doesn't hurt me."

The term immediately washes me over with warmth that cools down my hot anger. Not to mention my heart's beating a little faster at this affectionate contact.

The moment breaks when the idiot in front of us laughs again. "You guys can't be dating. You don't even look like a couple."

"We don't have to be all over each other making out to look like a couple," I roll my eyes. I've had just about enough of this guy. "Some of us can keep it in our pants, you know."

"Yeah, but you guys haven't done anything couple-y."

I snort. What an idiot. "First of all, thanks for admitting you're a stalker who's been watching us. Second of all, we shared snacks earlier, I'm sure you must have caught us."

"Big whoop, that's nothing!" An evil smirk spreads across his face. "Why don't you two kiss, right here and now? Prove me wrong."

The rogue thought of kissing Tamaki enters my mind like a bullet and my heart skips a beat. I shake myself out of that. "We don't need to take orders from someone like you. You probably get off to that because you're so lonely, don't you?"

"No need to take it that far, sweetie-"

That's the last straw. Before I can do anything, Tamaki's wraps a tentacle around the guy's body, lifting him up and constricting his movement temporarily. His gaze is blank and he nods for me to go ahead with my confrontation. We make a pretty good team. I turn back to the guy, pinning him with my deadliest glare. "You've crossed so many lines today, Mr. Harasser. We've both had just about enough of your stupidity. If you don't want us to report you to police for sexual harassment, you'd better run along and stop following us. Or else my boyfriend here will dangle you off the side of this roller coaster, got it?"

One look into mine and Tamaki's eyes removes the color from the guy's face. Knowing Tamaki, he's got his hero face on, and I know first hand how intimidating he can look when he does that. As soon as Tamaki lets him wriggle free, he runs off to the back of the line alone.

"What an ass," I huff, the image of the guy running with his tail between his legs amusing to me. "Some guys just don't know when to quit." I cling onto Tamaki's arm and rest my head on his shoulder. "Good thing you were here to help me get rid of him, hm?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess." His face turns five shades redder.

It feels weird to be close to him like this now, even if we've shared our personal space like this many times before. I'm reminded of Tamaki calling me "honey" earlier, sending a fresh set o f shivers through me. I never knew I needed to hear that from him before. Tamaki's always been a great friend and we've become so close. I never realized just how close we've gotten.

"Y-You know," he scratches his ear with his free hand, "I'm kind of...glad I came with you today. I don't think I'd like it if someone else was with you to act as your fake boyfriend..."

Oh. That's a pretty bold and straightforward statement, and it's coming from Tamaki of all people. The implication finally hits me at once and my own face heats up. "You mean-"

Tamaki grabs my arm suddenly and starts shaking even more violently than normal. We'd made it to almost the front of the line, almost about to get into the car. "I-I-If I s-survive this," he gulps, "I'll finish. B-But you have to h-hold onto me like you promised!"

I knit our fingers together, the rush of both getting on the coaster and hearing what he has to say mixing together, even I can't help shaking slightly in anticipation. I don't let go of his hand as we get on and secure ourselves in. His eyes are screwed shut as we're slowly pulled to the top of the hill. I squeeze tighter on his hand. "You can do this Tamaki, I'm right here."

He lets out a cute little whine when the car was pulled just enough to the front for us to look down at the impending fall.

"Just scream and let it all out!"

The coaster finally pushes forward and my stomach lurches. Tamaki lets out the loudest scream out of everyone on the ride with us. The rush is intense, our bodies flinging and the wind gusting against us. I start screaming myself out of pure pleasure, still grasped on his hand that's squeezing the blood out of mine. Even as we pull into the start again and we're unlocked, Tamaki's eyes are sealed shut.

"Tama, it's over, open your eyes now," I giggle.

"I-I'm too dizzy."

I help steady him to get up and out, even wrapping his arm around my shoulder to steady him as we descend the steps away from the ride. I can feel his entire body shaking down to his knees. "How do you feel?"

It takes a few moments of scrambled mumbles before he can say something coherent. "That was scarier than raiding the Shie Hassaikai."

I chuckle again at his nerves. "At least you're a little more guaranteed to live from this. And you survived."

As we finally cross through the exit gate, he sweeps me aside, albeit shakily, pushing our foreheads together. "I did," he breathes before pressing his lips to mine. I hold onto his back and pull him closer, melting into his quivering kiss. My heart beats faster after just calming down from the ride.

Tamaki pulls away from me and pushes his forehead on my shoulder. "Give me a second, my head hurts."

His little whining softens me, threading my hands in his hair to calm him down. "It's okay, baby boy, take a second."

He stiffens at my pet name for him. He lifts his head up and finally gazes at me. "Y-You're pretty great, as a friend and a person. You're the only person I'd want to be a pretend boyfriend for, and I hope I'm the only one you'd do that for me too."

"Why would I want to be fake girlfriend for someone I want to actually date?"

His face turns even more crimson in response to that. "O-Oh. Okay."

"But if we're gonna date, you're gonna have to get used to going on roller coasters with me," I tease him.

And just like that, all that blush drains from his face and he shivers again.

I can't help kissing his cute little nose and wrapping my arms around him. "I'm just playing with you, Tama. But at least every once in a while, just so you can get over your fear. And you'll get a kiss and ice cream afterwards."

The adorable smile on his face threatens to melt my knees into mush. "Okay!"

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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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Hug Tutorials

summary: Constantine is stuck baby sitting. Not exactly his area of expertise. So how is he supposed handle a feral 8 year old? Help comes from an unexpected source.

A/n: I am pretty new to the Hellblazer fandom so forgive the characterization. I own nothing except Ruta (in all his bratty glory) and the plot. Maya belongs to the wonderful @birdy-bat-writes who is a wonderful human being. This thing is kind of part of a crack au me and Riya have been brain storming. I will probably edit or rewrite this later. Yes, I need a better title.

warnings: awkward hugs, implied child neglect, and a lot of swearing

word count: 1,709 (This is actually really short.)

Ruta knows it hadn't started out like this.

He remembers when his mother used to try and help him read. She tried her best but the shapes on the page just made no sense to him. Not the way it did for Raffie or Mimi.

He tries memorizing the words she said to him and parroting them back to her. It works! For awhile...

He also remembers the walks to the park and how they'd listen to him about transparent people.

They probably think he's too young to notice the change.

His mom's slowly cut back on their nightly reading sessions opting for game night with his siblings. They were playing monopoly and that required a little too much reading for him to play.

They haven't read together in months. Maybe he's the only one keeping track.

He still tells them about the transparent people and now he tells them about the shadowy people but now they simply nod out of time with what he says. They used to be better at pretending and nodding in time with what he said.

His dad got mad at him once when he started crying about the shadow people when they were at the market. He shook him, just a little, just enough to make him feel woozy, looking red with embarrassment. Ruta felt bad about it. He felt really horrible about embarrassing his dad that he decided never to mention them again even when they got too close.

The good news is he now had Count Von Bon Bon who listened and read aloud to him. He wasn't allowed inside the house because he was such a big bird but when they went outside he kept the shadow things away.

He doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll be ok.

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If you asked John Constantine how on Earth he found himself in the mess, he'd likely give you a dumbfounded look, shrug, and mumble something about being too sober.

But in all honesty, how does one find themselves watching their 8-year-old charge about to throw hands with not one but two Green Lanterns who should know better?

Ruta stood , small and imperious, with his little arm crossed and his head thrown back after a great laugh. "I'd like to see ya do it, dumb carrot headed shit!"

Guy, looking as red as, well, Sinestro, looks like he's about to deck the kid. "Oh, I'm gonna,"

John with all the good sense he's got fumbles over to the tiny terror. "Sorry 'bout that lil' Ruta 'ere's just a bit nippy from 'avin' to wake up early. Yanno 'ow kids are,” He grabs the kid by his sweater who makes a little squawking noise not too different from his devastatingly posh familiar who would have been really helpful right now. The kid wriggles a little, trying to claw John's hand away from the sweater. He pauses and John thinks that maybe, just maybe, the kid had gotten some sense knocked into him.

Unfortunately for him, John Constantine is one unlucky bastard.

With the smarmiest grin plastered on his little face, Ruta slips out of the, admittedly, ill-fitting sweater. The kid basically sprinted back toward the lanterns who, by the way, still looked pissed as all hell.

"Oh for the love of-" John is honestly going to pop a blood vessel. He grabs the kid's arm since the kid despite his speed hadn't made it far.

Ruta did not have the expected reaction. He froze. Breath seizing. Body going rigid. John thought about letting go but thought better of it.

"Ruta-"

Ruta begins to thrash violently and make petulant noises. John rolls eyes even as the kid snarls a few colorful words. "Yer gonna hafta do bettern’ that lad if-"

CHOMP

"Sonuva! Zee, a little help would be appreciated, love,"

"Sorry John, I’ve got no clue about how Maya usually gets him to settle down,"

Well, that helped.

Justice League members gather in bewilderment as they watch Constantine let out a string of curses as he tries to pry Ruta off his arm. The kid's teeth were actually digging into his flesh. John is pretty sure he would rather be fighting off all the demon's he's encountered over the years than be here, right now, getting his flesh torn.

Bats and Supes enter the room. Now, John normally didn't give a rat's ass what those two thought but there was a special kind of embarrassment that comes with a tantruming child. He now had a little more sympathy for people with kids in grocery stores.

The next few seconds are hard to process.

Bats discussing something about Earth's defenses with Supes wordlessly walks over to John, pats Ruta on the head, the kid- miraculously- relinquishes his death grip on John's arm, and in a disturbingly fluid motion Bats scoops him up into his arms, settles Ruta on to his hip, walks back to his conversation as if nothing happened.

The kid makes a brief distressed noise and a weak attempt at fighting before huffing and wrapping his wreathy little arms around Bats’ neck as Bats rubs circles on his back.

God, the kid looked so small all of a sudden. Had Ruta been that tiny this whole time?

He looked a little relieved aside from his face which was red and screwed up like all his effort was being devoted to trying not to cry. His breath is still uneven but it was settling down. He’s limp against Bats. For once, he looked like he wasn't about to turn tail and run or to tell someon to fuck off or bite someone's face off.

Fuck, when was the last time the kid looked so relaxed?

The newer league members watch with a mix of awe and confusion while the older ones shake their head and murmur something about not seeing that in a while.

It takes a few minutes, the entire conversation actually, for Batman to realize that all his kids are too big for him to comfortably carry like this even with his size. He panics thinking he accidentally kidnapped a young child. It takes him a moment longer to realize who it is.

"How the fuck did you manage that?" John finally stiffles out, awe clear in his voice.

Batman glares at John for cursing in front of the kid.

"Wot? He’s said worse,"

"That’s cus you’re a fucking cunt," Ruta mumbles his cheek still smooshed into Bats' shoulder. Bats looks as stone faced as ever but from the frown tugging at his lips he seemed mortified but he made a grunt that sounded more nostalgic than reprimanding. Batman adjusts his hold on the kid looking like he was honestly debating on whether to keep carrying the kid around and keep working or give him back to the clearly inexperienced Constantine. He decides it was probably best to give him back to Constantine but a part of him just really wanted to keep holding the little one trembling in his arms. When was the last time he held someone this small. It kind of reminded him of when Jason was small right down to the fowl mouth.

Ruta clearly also doesn't want to let go. Bats is sturdy and surprisingly warm. He looked like he would cry if he let go. The kid’s knuckles were white from gripping Bats’ cowl for Christ’s sake. Sadly, Igris, his annoyingly posh familiar, shows up from who the fuck knows where.

"Little prince, this is no way to behave," He admonishes in an eerie vernacular that was only barely understandable due to exposure. Ruta's face grows hot from embarrassment and with a nod he extricates himself from the caped crusader's arms.

The kid definitely looks like he's about to cry but he mutters a glum ‘Yes, Count Von Bon Bon’.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" John asked. God, he needed a smoke.

"I've been watching over Maya as the little prince had asked," John gives him a questioning look. "I got bored" The bird adds, shrugging in an oddly human manner.

Ruta extricates himself looking sheepish but mostly tired. Kid has probably been stressed and on adrenaline for a while. The sudden feeling of safety just made him crash.

John hesitantly wraps his arms around the kid. The kid freezes but hugs back hesitantly. John tries to lift the kid but the kid stiffens. John honestly had no idea how to hold this kid. He maneuvered his hands clumsily around the kid. Ruta made no objections but he was clearly uncomfortable.

"No. You have to support both of his back and legs. Sometimes you have to lean back a bit to get them to so he leave into you- yeah just like that," Bats instructs, sounding oddly gentle. His usual gravel absent. It kind of scared John, to be honest, so he did his best to follow along.

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At some point, Maya shows up after her ‘date’ with Damian- not much of a date when there are a bunch of people watching you- and finds Bruce coaching John on how to hold a tired elementary schooler who was drooling on John's favorite beige coat. She tried her best to stifle a laugh. Thankfully, she didn't have to try too hard.

"EXCUSE ME????? B, since when were you a child whisperer?" Dick exclaims as dramatically as humanly possible. Damian and Tim radiated second hand embarrassment while Jason just plays it like he doesn't know his older brother. Maya guessed that if Bruce wasn't used Dick he would be cringing too.

"Nightwing, I've had more than 5 children. I believe I know how to handle children,"

"Uhuh- sure, B. Whatever you say,"

Bruce makes a neutral grunting noise.

"Please tell me you're not adopting that one,"

"Of course no-"

"Yeah sure, B,"

"He's- He's Constantines,"

"Tt, father, you are a terrible influence,"

It is a spectacle to watch Bruce's kids team up on him.

Maya shakes her head and laughs before heading over to John.

“Well, bring me a biscuit and call me Christy Bats’ was right” He mutters rocking the feral child. Ruta’s little arms wrap around him a little tighter.

“‘Course he is, Christy. He’s Batman,” Maya drawls smiling innocently.

"Please never leave him with me again,"

"Dunno, Christy. Looks like you're doing fine,"

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immabethehero · 5 years ago

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Robbie

A little drabble about Robbie the Zombie and his five dads for Father’s Day :)

A squirrel scurries across the lawn, looking for food. It picks up tiny nuts that have fallen on the ground and chomps away.

A twig snaps, distracting it from eating. It can sense something behind it. Something large and ready to attack. It turns its head and comes face to face with a large purple creature, with curly violet hair sticking out the top of its head and falling into its face, electrically shocking grey eyes, and a wicked smile on its face.

The squirrel drops the nut and begins running across the large lawn of the Septics’ house. The name of the creature in question, Robbie, growls and runs after it, standing up and hobbling forwards to chase it. For a zombie brought back to life only a week ago, he’s certainly gotten steadier on his feet.

The squirrel zips up the tree and sighs in relief. Most beasts can’t climb up trees, it’s safe here. Suddenly, the skinny tree begins to shake, and the squirrel looks down to see the strange purple monster slowly climbing the tree. The squirrel shrieks in alarm and runs down the branch, jumping onto the next tree.

Robbie, on his part, reaches over to grab the squirrel as it races by, only to hear a loud riiiipp and suddenly fall flat on his face. His limp arm clings onto the branch for a second more, before slipping and falling right next to the zombie.

Robbie howls. Between the shock of the fall and the shock of losing his arm, he is not very happy.

The front door of the house swings open and a man wearing a long white coat rushes over to the zombie.

“Robbie, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Henrik scolds.

Robbie continues to howl pathetically. Henrik notices the ripped off arm lying limply beside him. He looks up at the tree and puts two and two together.

“You tore your arm off climbing the tree, didn’t you?” Henrik asks. Robbie nods, still crying.

“There, there, let’s get you inside,” Henrik mumbles, pulling the shaky zombie onto his feet. Robbie allows himself to be guided back inside.

A lesser known fact about Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein is that he’s actually good with kids. Under his proud and standoffish demeanor is a very kind and loving man whose soft but firm tones can calm even the wildest of children. Or in this case, a week-old zombie.

Robbie continues to cry as Henrik desperately juggles between resewing the zombie’s arm back on and stirring a warm pot of soup.

Henrik finally cuts the thread. “There. That should hold it in place.” Robbie whimpers in response.

“Oh, you’ll be alright,” Henrik soothes, rubbing his back. “Just don’t overwork that arm for the next little while.”

Robbie nods and takes a huge breath. “Sooooorrrrryyyyyy…” Robbie has picked up language fairly quickly, even if his speech is a little slurred.

“Well, lesson learned! Don’t go outside and assume your body is fit for climbing the trees!” Henrik says.

“Mmm hmm...” Robbie moans.

“I’m just surprised that the tree branch didn’t break under your weight,” Henrik says. “It’s not exactly a sturdy one.”

Robbie looks behind Henrik and his eyes widen. “Daaaad...?”

Henrik startles. “What? NO! We are not going there! You address me as ‘Doctor’, alright? Say it with me, ‘DOCTOR’.”

“Doc…” Robbie trails off.

“That’s better. Now what do you want?”

Robbie points behind the doctor. Henrik turns around just as a huge bubble of soup expands from the pot.

“SHIT!” Henrik rushes over and grabs the broom. “AVERT YOUR EYES!”

Robbie squeezes his eyes shut just as Henrik whacks the ballooning bubble with the broom. With a startling BANG, the bubble bursts and broth spills everywhere.

Robbie opens his eyes and bursts into wheezy giggles when he sees a drenched Henrik with a sopping broom.

Henrik sighs. “Good plan, bad execution,” he mumbles, putting the broom down.

The front door opens and Chase Brody and Jameson Jackson walk in, carrying groceries.

“Hello, Henrik! How’s dinner...” Chase’s voice trails off as he takes in the mess.

{What…}

“HAPPENED?”

“I tried to fight a soup monster,” Henrik grumbles, grabbing a towel and fruitlessly attempting to wipe soup off his coat. “The chicken soup managed to form into a big balloon and I made the mistake of popping it. Go ahead, laugh.”

{Oh, Robbie! Why is your arm bandaged?} Jameson asks, noticing the zombie wheezing at the kitchen island.

“Robbie snuck out to play and his arm fell off when he tried to climb a tree,” Henrik explained.

{Oh dear! That must have been a scare!} Jameson says with a laugh. Robbie reaches out for a hug, and Jameson happily complies.

Henrik smacks the towel down and begins opening the cupboards for cleaning supplies. He looks up. “Dinner won’t be for another little while, mind giving Robbie a bath while we wait?”

“Will do,” Chase says. He and Jameson guide Robbie upstairs and into the bathroom.

While Chase fills the tub, Jameson helps Robbie undress. Jameson tries not to wince at the amount of surgical stitches holding the zombie together. Whoever killed Robbie must have done a number on him before Henrik found the zombie on the side of the road, badly bruised and barely breathing.

As a treat, Chase dumps a bottle of body soap into the bathtub to make a bubble bath. Robbie giggles and begins popping the little bubbles that float towards him.

“Isn’t that just adding insult to injury?” Jameson says with a disapproving sigh.

“It’s not like Henrik is going to find out!” Chase says. He shakes the bottle again, only to realize it’s empty. “Damn, we’re all out. Looks like we won’t have enough bubbles…” He trails off when he sees Jameson close his hands around a bubble, and open it to reveal more bubbles.

“How did you-”

“In my latest magic lesson, Marvin taught me how to multiply objects,” Jameson explains. “We’re doing the simplest of objects right now, that’s as much as he can do, anyway. Wizard magic allows me to multiply bigger objects, and in larger quantities.” Jameson clasps his hands around another bubble and opens them as more bubbles appear.

Robbie claps his hands at the amazing feat. He grabs a bubble of his own and squeezes his eyes shut. He opens his eyes and his hands to find the bubble has disappeared. He pouts.

Jameson chuckles. {It’s not something everyone can do, Robbie.} he says, as he pours water on the zombie’s head. {Just a few people.}

Chase stares thoughtfully at the remaining bubbles. “I wonder if there can be too many bubbles.”

Jameson shakes his head. {Absolutely not! Henrik would kill us!}

“Come on, Jameson, do it for Robbie!” Chase begs.“If this does fail and Henrik gets mad, you can throw me under the bus! I’ll take all the credit! Please, Jameson, before the bubbles disappear?”

“Please Jamie…? Pleeeaaaaassseeee?” Robbie pleads, eye glistening with tears.

Jameson avoids meeting Robbie in the eyes, knowing how well Robbie has gotten at the Puppy-Eye stare. Why did he ever teach the zombie the trick in the first place?!

Jameson sighs, annoyed. “Oh… alright! But you owe me, Chase! Not you, Robbie, you’re fine.”

The two cheer as Jameson rolls up his sleeves and gathers up a few bubbles in his hands. He blows on them, and even more bubbles appear, floating about the bathroom.

“You gonna need more than that!” Chase says, as Robbie bounces, trying to catch the bubbles.

Jameson rolls his eyes and blows more bubbles. Robbie lets out a low moan, his best version of a squeal. Chase whoops with laughter.

Jameson wraps his arms around a hoard of bubbles and blows on them, spreading out even more bubbles.

“Uh, Jameson?” Chase yells. “You can stop now!”

{And ruin the fun? No way! Besides, I’m not the one getting in trouble!} Chase can barely read the sign over a mountain of growing bubbles.

“Jameson, I think we’ve gone too far!” Chase yells as the bubbles begin to squish him against the door.

Jameson does not respond. Robbie squeals with glee.

“Jameson?! Robbie?!” Fearing the worst, Chase bravely wades through the bubbles, determined to save his friends.

As Chase walks into the growing bubble hoard, Jameson squeezes out and looks around for Chase.

{Blast it all! Chase, where are you?!} He scans the growing amount of bubbles and notices the door. He sighs. {I’m sorry, guys! I can’t control it!}

He reaches over and twists the door knob before surrendering to the monstrous hoard.

Downstairs, Henrik finishes his cleaning and throws the dirty dishes into the sink. “There! And now to make dinner... again.”

The house rumbles, shaking the pots and pans. Henrik looks around in fear. “What…?”

There seems to be a ruckus coming from upstairs. Henrik grabs the broom and stalks toward the stairs. “Who’s there?! Come out and fight, coward!”

A sea of bubbles suddenly swarms down the stairs, knocking the doctor off his feet. Henrik screams and whacks the bubbles with the broom, only to be swarmed with more.

“CHASE! JAMESON! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” Henrik demands as he swims through the hoard. “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BUBBLES?”

“HELP ME!!!” Chase screams. Jameson whistles shrilly. Henrik wades through the mess and grabs Chase’s arm. He helps Chase find his footing.

“What did you do?!” Henrik yells. Chase rolls his eyes.

“See, JJ? I told you Henrik would blame me!” he yells into the sea. Jameson responds by grabbing his waist and pulling himself up, gasping for breath.

{Can’t… breathe…} Jameson leans against Chase, breathing heavily. {I might… faint…} Chase wraps his arms around the pale gentleman.

Henrik groans at JJ’s dramatic antics. “Where’s Robbie?!”

Chase gulps. “Uhh… possibly still in the bathtub?”

A screaming purple human slides towards them at breakneck speed. The men barely have time to react before being bowled over by Robbie.

Henrik is the first to get up, spitting bubbles out of his mouth. “Robbie!” he yells, standing up. The hall is a blurry mess of white foam. Where are his glasses- Crack. Nevermind.

Robbie glides through the sea on the ironing board, whooping and squealing with glee.

“Robbie! Get off the board before you hurt yourself again!” Chase orders. Robbie appears to ignore him as he flies down the stairs.

“WATCH OUT FOR THE-”

BANG. Robbie knocks the front door down and slides across the lawn. Standing at the end is a magician with a long cape with his arms out. The sled suddenly skids to a stop before he can crash into the magician.

Marvin the Magnificent sighs in relief and bends down to check the zombie for injuries. “What were you doing inside? Did Chase give you one of the kids’ flying sleds?”

Marvin notices the pattern of the “sled”. “Is that the ironing board?!”

A bubble floats by Marvin’s vision. His head snaps up. Bubbles slowly trail out of the house, washing down the lawn. Marvin gapes and Robbie giggles, clapping his hands.

“What happened?!” Marvin yelps as another figure lands beside him.

Jackieboy Man examines the mess. “Oh dear! I’ve come across loads of house fires, but never a house… bubble. Is everyone ok?”

“I don’t know. Robbie, where are Henrik, Chase and Jameson?” Marvin asks, looking down. Robbie points at the house.

“Are you saying they’re still inside?” Jackie asks. He runs inside without waiting for an answer, Marvin running after him.

Robbie watches the two men disappear into the chaos. Perhaps he should run in as well, since there are three men inside the house.

Robbie hobbles up the lawn and walks into the house. The only thing he can see is the shiny translucent white of the bubbles. He’ll have to use his ears and nose to find anyone.

“Doc?” Robbie calls out. No response. “Doc?” He slowly wades through the water, feeling around for the doctor.

“Robbie? Is that you?” A hand reaches out and grabs Robbie’s arm. He yelps.

“Relax, is just me!” Henrik says, pulling himself through the bubbles. Robbie cocks his head. There’s something different about the doctor, but he can’t place what…

“I broke my glasses when you bowled me over!” Henrik says, eyes squinting as he feels around. “Can you guide me to the exit?”

Robbie nods and walks towards the door. He pushes through the bubbles and emerges outside, Henrik in tow.

Henrik lets go of his arm and sits down. “Thank you, Robbie.” Robbie grunts happily and plops down next to him.

Jackie bursts through the bubbles, carrying Chase in his arms. Marvin follows shortly afterwards, Jameson clinging to his back.

“OK, that’s everyone,” Jackie says, setting Chase down. “What happened?”

“I tried to save a failing bubble bath,” Jameson signs weakly. “It didn’t go so well. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s my fault as well, I encouraged it,” Chase adds. “I’m sorry.”

“Soorrryyy…” Robbie moans.

“It’s fine, I guess the house is clean now,” Marvin says, scanning the mess. “I’ll fix it up.”

“You guys wanna go out for dinner? I found a new Italian place that serves the most delicious pasta!” Jackie says.

“Wait for us to dry up!” Henrik says, wringing his coat dry. “Marvin, could you fix my-”

Marvin snaps his fingers and the lenses mend themselves.

Henrik puts his glasses on. “It’ll be Robbie’s first time at a restaurant, you sure he can handle it?”

“Ask him,” Jameson suggests. They all turn to the zombie.

“Pasta?” Robbie asks.

“They’re very long pieces of deliciousness, Robbie! You’ll love it!” Chase explains.

Robbie nods his head. “Go?”

Henrik sighs. “Alright. Let’s get changed and go!”

@graysun, @florenceisfalling, @miishae, @lonelyseiren, @goldenoceanaart, @egopocalypse, @oasisofgalaxies, @fleecal, @kofi-king, @myspatialspace, @jo-ann-ahh-2, @writerwithdepression, @huffletrax, @gemstone6, @dumbasticart, @lunaarmada, @meteorshowersfillthesky, @bupine, @climbing-starrs, @the-spawn-of-loki, @jadehowlettthewolf, @obsidiancreates, @rammypaige, @hollenka99, @cest-mellow, @randowaffle, @green-protects, @dezi-popp, @badlypostedeverything, @crystalninjaphoenix, @maestromeg, @the-pastel-kitsune, @uhhbeans

#apparently i can write #jse egos #writersofjack #jacksepticeye #robbie the zombie #dr. schneeplestein #bubbles #tw stitches #food #happy father's day #dr. henrik von schneeplestein

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dcbbw · 5 years ago

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WIP Wednesday 5-13-2020

Thanks for the tags, @ao719 and @burnsoslow (My #GreysAnatomyCrew).

Life has been more hectic than usual for the past two weeks: I have three projects running concurrently that I am managing at work, along with another huge project looming on the horizon; may aunt passed away very recently after a ten year battle with Alzheimer’s; and I am just starting to dig my way into the rabbit hole that is reading and reblogging.

I am working on stuff and hope to begin posting some fics beginning this weekend, but no promises.

Below are some works in progress, including another glimpse into Riam family life (once I birth these babies!!!)

PS--How is a WIP post over 1800 words? (See photo above)

Family Retreat (Riam):

“Hey, you! I thought you were with your brothers and father.”

Frac picked a granny smith apple from a crystal bowl on the kitchen island. “Naw. They’re doing little kid stuff.”

Riley arched a brow as she turned the on the burner so the potatoes could begin to cook; she reached in the refrigerator for a package of bacon.

“Little kid stuff? Need I remind you, you’re only older than your twin by three minutes and your younger brother by two years??

“I’m a whole day older than Fric!” Frac protested.

Riley shook her head with a chuckle. “Of course, Your Highness.”

“Don’t call me that!” Frac didn’t like being reminded that he was royal; it meant he was different.

His mother pressed her lips to his cheek, giving him a noisy kiss before she went back to preparing dinner. Frac began wandering the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Steak, mashed potatoes with sour cream and butter, fried cabbage with bacon,” his mother responded absently; she was debating pepper juice over the cabbage leaves.

“Vinegar for the potatoes?” Frac asked eagerly. He loved the sour potatoes as much as Liam did.

“On the side.”

“Dessert?” her son asked hopefully.

Riley nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen island; at the end, were pans of corn pudding and baklava cooling.

A huge grin split the teenager’s face before he fell silent, chomping loudly on his apple. Finally, he spoke.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yeah?” Riley looked over her shoulder briefly before placing bacon slices in a hot pan.

“Are you and Dad gonna get a divorce?” Frac’s voice was small, scared.

Stairway to Heaven (Riam)

A/N: This fic is inspired by @ao719’s Remember Me; it’s the story Riam’s ending. I may never post this.

Night of Riley’s funeral:

Liam’s nurses helped him into his pajamas and into bed. The once tall, strong, broad shouldered King was now weak, frail, and bent over. His charm and vibrancy had been diminished greatly due to his stroke. Liam had lost a lot to his stroke: his strength, his speech, his mobility. His dark eyes were clouded and dull. His ready smile had been stilled.

It hadn’t mattered while Riley was with him. Just as she had when they first met, she saw Liam and not what he had become.

And now she was gone.

He lay on his side as covers were drawn over him. Normally he faced his nightstand so he could use his functional arm to sip water through the night. But tonight, he faced Riley’s side. Tears fell from his eyes as he gazed at the empty pillow. The lights turned off and the door shut as the nurses left to allow the King Father to sleep.

Liam lay in the dark, crying as he stared at Riley’s pillow. It was the end of the fifth day without his Riley by his side. Without smelling her perfume, or hearing her soft voice talk to him; talk for both of them. Without feeling her arms wrap around him.

Without hearing her tell him she loved him. Their entire married life, Riley had never been one to say sentimental words; she was one for actions. But once she was diagnosed with cancer; once Liam suffered his stroke … his wife told him constantly how happy Liam made her, how he had changed her life. How much she loved him.

He would ever hear those words again fall from her lips. Today they had sealed the body that once held the life of Riley Brooks inside the family mausoleum.

His tears fell harder. The lump in his throat seemed especially large; perhaps it was his sobs forever entrapped within him that made it seem that way.

Liam smelled her before he saw her; a gentle wafting of rose and vanilla tickled his nostrils. He looked curiously at her side of the bed before his eyes darted around the shadowy room. When they returned to the pillow, she was there.

Riley.

His Queen was laying on her side, smiling at Liam. The brown ringlets he adored so much framed her face; they were glossy in the moonlight. She wore a strapless white velvet gown that hugged her curves. She was young and radiant, the way she looked when they first met and began their journey of life and love. Her lips were painted dark cherry. Elbow length white opera gloves covered her hands and arms.

Liam heard noises: muted laughter, the tinkling of silverware against china, music. He wanted to look around and locate the source of the sounds, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Riley. If he looked away, she might disappear.

Her brown eyes shone with love as she laid her hand against Liam’s cheek. With a silent whimper, Liam leaned into her caress. Riley pressed her lips against his. I love you, so much reverberated throughout Liam’s mind. His eyes searched her face, memorizing every detail. He wasn’t certain how long they lay there, but it was too short.

Riley’s eyes were regretful as she caressed his cheek again. “I have to go now.”

Liam’s eyes grew wide with sadness and panic while he shook his head as quickly as he could.

“Yes.” Her voice was sad but firm. “I love you, my King.” Pressing a kiss to Liam’s forehead, Riley disappeared.

Discontent—Chapter 4

Liam’s kisses on her shoulder made her moan as she arched her back against his chest.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured against her skin.

“I’m sweaty, and I have morning breath.”

Riley wanted to tell herself she didn’t know why she had said that. Her husband, who she had not been in the same room with for more than five minutes for almost a year, was kissing her good morning and all she could do was say … that.

But she knew why she said it.

Riley needed to be perfect. She was now in competition for her husband’s affections.

“I don’t care. It’s you, Riley. That’s all I care about.”

Silence as Liam’s words hung in the space between them and Riley tried to pluck them from the air to hold in her hands.

Liam shifted, his manhood pressing against her buttocks. “Will you be at the plenary luncheon?” His voice was soft, laced with pleading.

Riley had not thought that far ahead when she boarded the jet. She had not thought that far ahead when Liam claimed her as his last night. She hadn’t thought that far ahead when she opened her eyes.

Baby steps.

“Yes,” she said softly. “You still need to rehearse,” she reminded him.

Liam had a soft smile on his face as he rolled Riley onto her back. He pressed his knee between her legs, opening them up to him. “After breakfast,” he promised before his lips covered hers.

The Commoner’s Wife:

A/N: As mentioned before, I am getting back into this fic now that I have had a brilliant (subjective) idea for the conclusion of the story. We’ll see how that works out …

When Drake opened the study door, he was stunned. He stumbled backwards a few steps, feeling sucker punched at the sight of Liam’s naked ass, and the sounds of the King … his best friend … fucking.

Fucking Drake’s wife.

He wanted to cover his ears to muffle Riley’s moans as her back arched her off the sofa. He wanted to close his eyes so he wouldn’t see the convulsions as his wife’s body entered le petite mort.

Looks, sounds, actions that were supposed to be reserved for Drake because he and Riley had vowed to forsake all others.

He needed to hit something, but instead settled for screaming his disbelief as his fists clenched and unclenched.

He was so angry; it was if someone had painted the room and all its occupants red. Yet, for all his fury, there was a tiny piece of him that was not surprised. That wondered why it took any of them so long to speak the truth they all shared.

Drake knew it was not yet even 10am, but he needed a drink. He needed to numb himself; he needed to stem the tide of answers flooding his brain. As he walked past the sofa, he saw Brooks tighten her hold on Liam, and in the midst of all of his anger, pain pierced his heart.

She’s clinging to him. She doesn’t care that I’m here, that she’s caught in all of her lies. She doesn’t care that she is filling the hole in my heart with salt.

Fuck you, Brooks!

Upcoming DC AU:

While Riley had always pined after and lusted over Liam, she knew she wasn’t his type.

He was always with a short, skinny white woman.

Always.

Which is why she kept them both in the friendzone. He really was her best friend, and one night of nookie was not worth losing his friendship. Because men tended to quit it after they hit it. Until they got horny again.

Which is why she had trouble believing his weekend confession. His alcohol fueled confession. Actions spoke louder than words, and his actions showed Riley Liam liked his women shorter, thinner, and lighter.

Which is why she was now so disappointed and hurt: Liam had lied to her in one of her most vulnerable moments. Telling her how he had been waiting for her, how he wanted to date her.

Lies.

He had used her to escape a sticky situation.

Liam was a dick. A big, fat, dick.

Riley had reached her building; she climbed the front steps and had just entered her lobby when her phone rang. She fumbled in her coat pocket for it.

“Hello?”

She opened her mailbox, sorting through piles of junk mail, tossing the entire pile in the mail basket.

“Hey, babe. What you doing?” Keith The Bootycall’s raspy voice whispered in her ear.

Riley rolled her eyes but answered him honestly. “Just got home.”

“I miss you. I wanna see you.”

Riley climbed the short flight of stairs that led to her apartment door. Of course you do. “When?”

“Half hour?

Riley pushed her key in the lock. Why not? At least Keith was an honest dick. “I’ll be here.”

What are you working on: @sirbeepsalot @katedrakeohd @glaimtruelovealways @choiceslife @bobasheebaby @jovialyouthmusic @blackcatkita

#long post #dcbbw writes #WIP Wednesday #my wips #WIPs are coming

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Babysitting Butcher Chapter 5

Having lunch with William Butcher wasn’t something I’d seen coming when I walked into the building and found him waiting outside my office. I’d thought I’d hear more thundering irritation at one of the other minor annoyances that he might have encountered with a random lower level agent in the building or an administrative person who looked at him funny. Instead, we were sitting on the visitor’s side of my desk, using the desktop as a table as we ate burgers and fries.

I could have shaken my head at the absurdity of it, but I had to admit, it was an improvement.

“Why blue?” I blinked at the abrupt question, since we’d been eating in silence. Blue? Oh, toes.

I shrugged, chewing the bite I’d taken carefully and swallowing before I tried to answer. “Got tired of the red.” Absently wiggling my toes, still barefooted because it was MY office after all. “You seem kind of focused on feet, Mr. Butcher.” I smirked around my straw since he had just taken his own bite. “Are you one of those weirdos that hordes amputated feet?” He nearly choked and my smile grew.

“Couldn’t wait until I swallowed, could ya?” He took a drink from his own cup and stared at me the entire time. “No amputated feet collection, Doc.” I rolled my eyes as he hit me with his version of my ‘Mr. Butcher’. “Not into feet at all, actually.” Raising an eyebrow I bit into a fry. “Your toes, on the other hand, draw my attention.”

“Maybe I’ll pick clear polish next time and you won’t be distracted by them.” I offered when my mouth was empty. He shook his head as he chewed.

“Be a damn pity,” I was licking a drop of sauce off my lower lip as he said it, and his eyes were focused on the movement. “Then again, I can always be distracted by something else.” Shit.

Lunch was finished before we knew it, and I would love to say we didn’t keep up with the flirting, but that would be coloring the truth just a bit. I told myself it was nothing. Friendly even. I mean, it’s not like Billy Butcher and I would EVER be attracted to one another. He was grieving for fuck’s sake.

We were back on the floor, Billy insisting we move the boxes closer to the desk so we could use the front of it to lean against. “Back’s gonna end up in fucking knots,” he assured me if we kept hunching over the files without support. Side by side, file by file, we worked.

I don’t think I would have noticed the time slipping by if he hadn’t mentioned it. I was in the zone, almost robotic in the precision once I got the rhythm going. He’d been working in the same way, quiet and efficient, so when he spoke it almost caused me to jump out of my skin.

“What time do you usually pack it in?” After I was certain my heart hadn’t leapt from my chest, I looked at my watch.

“An hour ago,” I answered with a chuckle. A glance at the window showed me that the sky was dark, the skyline a scattering of lights. “I’ve kept you late, I’m sorry.” I started to get up, but he stopped me with his hand on my wrist. How could the touch of his fingers on my skin feel like a brand?

“I offered, and I’ll keep at it with you as long as you want.” My eyes met his and I struggled to find a name for the color I saw. Grey seemed too dull, steel too hard. “Though we might want to grab something to eat, been hours since lunch.” As though my stomach was waiting for someone to say it, a loud rumble made me laugh. “See.” He smirked, shooting a glance at where my shirt tucked into my pants.

I shook my head. “We’re finished for the night,” he stood up first, and helped pull me to my feet. “We made a good dent in the boxes.” And we had. We’d finished a box each, and were on the second when he noticed the time. I walked around my desk to fetch my heels and my jacket, and saw that he was pulling on his duster and waiting. “I carry a gun, Billy, you don’t have to wait.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, not moving. “But I’m going to anyway.”

Sliding into my heels and tugging on my jacket, I grabbed my bag and badge from where I tossed it onto the desk earlier. “If you insist,” we walked out together, Billy taking me to my car and I asked him where he’d parked. He pointed to the other side of the lot so I told him to get in and I’d drive him over. He was going to argue, I could see it in his face, but I stopped him. “Get in the damn car, Mr. Butcher.” Smirking, he complied.

He seemed to fill my SUV, which seemed strange given the fact that I practically had to bring a ladder to get into it, and my seat was adjusted so close to the steering wheel that valets couldn’t even give it an attempt without readjusting it first.

“You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?” He offered, looking over at me perched in the seat. I rolled my eyes and drove him to his car. “Why’d you pick such a big-”

“Size matters, right?” I asked, and FELT his smirk. “I don’t know, honestly.” Sure you do, Veronica, my brain answered. You picked it because your father told you a hybrid smart car would be JUST right for you since you’re so petite and ladylike. So you went to a dealership and picked out the biggest SUV you could find that had all the features you wanted. Ugh, parent issues. “Here you are.” He didn’t jump out like I expected him to, after spending all day staring at paperwork I really thought he’d be chomping at the bit to find something more entertaining to end the day with.

“Tomorrow?” He asked, and I smiled.

“If you’re offering, then I’ll accept the help gladly.” His smile, like his laugh, changed his entire look. From the slightly dangerous, yet highly mischievous man that smirked and snarked, to handsome as hell and dangerous in a completely different way. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Billy.”

“Be here with bells on, Ronnie.” And then, like always, he was out of my car and in his car. He never said goodbye, I realized. How strange.

When I got to my house, far enough outside the city that my mother had warned me about being too far from civilization, I was surprised to notice that I didn’t feel the tension built up in my entire body that had become something of a constant companion as of late. Maybe Billy was right, sitting in the middle of the room with no back support had given my pain and frustration. Who knew he could be so helpful?

#Billy Butcher x ofc #the boys #eventual smut #alternate universe

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago

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From Left Field

Fandom: Marvel (Single Parent AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: I just got back from taking my son to the park and I saw a guy there that reminded me of a chubby Bucky. Now I'm just imagining chubby Bucky falling for a mother. It would be the sweetest thing in the world and he would be such a wonderful stepdad!

A/N: this is gonna be a 3 part series! that’s it! NO tags! (except for @cametobuyplums )

You walked with Mason, his tiny hand in yours, as you approached the playground. He was your little mini me, the love of your life. Sure, things didn’t work out with his dad, your ex, but it didn’t matter. You loved Mason with all that you had.

“Mommy?” the four year old looked up at you with curiosity.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I go on the slides?”

“Of course, Mase. C’mon!” you excitedly tugged him towards the slides and he followed you excitedly, his adorable giggle reaching your ears and bringing a big smile to your face.

__________________________

Bucky jogged around the park once more. This was, what, his sixth or seventh lap? He honestly wasn’t counting. He was exhausted but he needed to get rid of the weight he’s gained. He just-He just has to.

With his headphones on and hoodie covering his head, he’s pushing through another lap. His body is aching and he’s sweating like crazy. You can do this, Bucky. You got this. He thinks to himself.

His eyes glance at the playground and then back on the path. But something catches his eye, better yet, someone. As he continues jogging by, he watches as you descend down a slide with a little boy on your lap. Your son perhaps. His giggles and the smile on your face causes him to smile at the sight. It’s a cute sight...a very cute one indeed.

As if feeling his gaze on you, you look up and Bucky immediately looks away. He’s kind of happy that he’s so red and sweaty already, so you don’t know that his cheeks are actually heating up more from you catching him.

Just pay attention on jogging, Bucky.

__________________________

About thirty minutes go by and you’re pushing Mason on the swings now. Every time he comes your way, you tickle him and he’s laughing as he swings away.

“Stop it, mommy! It tickles!”

“That’s why I keep doing it!” you wiggle your fingers towards him and he squeals, trying to escape the torturous tickles.

Rrring! Rrring! “Ice creeeaam!” a man with an ice cream cart yells.

Mason’s eyes widen and he looks at you, “Ice cweam, mommy! Can we get ice cweam?!”

You chuckle at your excited little boy, “Of course, baby.” you help him off the swing and he bolts over to the ice cream cart, with you rushing after him.

He’s bouncing excitedly as he looks at the options on the cart. Then he spots one, “Ninja Turtle! Ninja Turtle!”

“That’s what you want, buddy?” he nods and you smile at the man, “Hi. Can I get a ninja turtle and a choco taco please?” the man tells you the price and you hand him the money. He then gives you the Ninja Turtle popsicle and you open it, handing it off to mason.

“Yay!”

“Mason, what do you say?”

“Tenk yooouu!” he says to the man and immediately chomps into the popsicle. You snort at your son’s savagery. As soon as Mason turns around, he bumps into someone and then drops his popsicle, “Oh no! Mommy!”

You look up after putting away your wallet and rush over to Mason, “Oh sweetie, you gotta be careful!”

You look up and your eyes meet striking blue ones. You clear your throat and give a shy smile, “I’m sorry about my son,” you look at his hoodie and see a stain Mason’s popsicle left, “And your hoodie.”

The man gulps and shakes his head, “N-No, it’s, uh, it’s my fault.” he waves his phone in his hand, “Wasn’t looking.”

You shrugged, “Nonetheless, I’m sorry.” you run your hand through Mason’s hair, “Whaddaya say, buddy?”

Mason looks up at the man with teary eyes, “I’m sowwy, mister.”

The man crouches down to be eye level with your son, a soft smile on his lips, “Hey, it’s alright, buddy. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going. What’s your name?”

Your son rubs his eye, “Mason.”

The man nods and then looks down at the pavement to the now melting Ninja Turtle popsicle, “How ‘bout I get you a new one, Mason? Would you like that?”

You immediately step forward, “Oh! That’s alright! I could just-”

He shakes his head, “No, no. I’ll get him a new one since it’s my fault his is on the ground now.” he shoots you a smile and walks over to the ice cream man. You watch as he hands over the money and accepts the popsicle, thanking the man and heading back your way.

You quickly take notice of the man’s handsome face, toned legs, and chubby stomach. He was quite the looker.

He smiles widely and hands Mason the popsicle, “Here ya go, buddy!”

Mason immediately smiles, snatching the frozen treat of out the man’s hand, “Thank you!”

You help him open it up and hand it back to him. Mason, once again, chomping into the popsicle. You snort and then look back at the man, “You really didn’t need to do that. Thank you...”

“Bucky.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He shrugged, “It’s no problem...”

“Oh! Y/N! Sorry, I’m Y/N!” you extend your hand out and he shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You and your husband are great parents. Mason’s a good kid.”

You nod, “Thanks, but I’m not married. Or dating. Just me and Mason, but it’s okay. The single parent thing ain’t all that bad. Staying at home eating mac and cheese and coloring on while your friends are out having fun on Friday nights? Great!” you exclaim sarcastically, making Bucky chuckle, “But seriously,” you rest your hand on Mason’s head, “I don’t really mind it. I love this lil’ booger to death.”

Bucky smiles fondly as Mason, who is in his own little world with just him and his Ninja Turtle popsicle, “Yeah. I don’t know you, but I could tell you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He then bites his lip in hesitation, suddenly rocking back and forth on his feet, “Um, sorry, if this is a bit random, but, uh, would you like to go out for coffee or lunch sometime? I just-I don’t know. I’d like to get to know you.”

“Oh, um,” you look down at Mason, who’s still not paying attention to anything but the popsicle and then at Bucky, “I’m not really looking to date right now, Bucky. My ex and I-”

Bucky shook his head, “No, no. It doesn’t even have to be a date or anything. We could just chat and get to know each other as friends. IF you’re comfortable with that.” he adds.

You tilt your head to the side thinking about it and then you smile, “Yeah. Actually, I’ll take you up on that offer. I need more friends anyway.”

Bucky’s face lights up, “Great! Uh,” he pulls out his phone, “Shall we swap numbers?”

“Right! Of course!” you pull out your own phone, unlocking it and handing it to Bucky. With his in hand, you enter in your phone number and hand it back to him. You then accept yours after he’s done the same, “Well, thank you, again, Bucky for getting Mason a new popsicle.”

He shrugged, “Again, no problem.” he crouches down and looks at Mason, “Hey, Mason. It was nice meeting you. Can I get a high five?”

Mason smiles and high fives Bucky with a sticky green hand. You snicker as Bucky stands up and wipes his hand on his shorts, “Should’ve seen that comin’.”

You nod, “Yeah. You should’ve.” you then ask Mason, “What do you say to Bucky for the popsicle?”

“Tenk you, Bucky!”

“You’re welcome, Mason.” he nods at the four year old and then nods at you, “So just call or text me to let me know whenever you’re free. I’m free most afternoons, so any day should really be fine.”

“I’m usually free Friday through Sunday.”

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you grin and watch as Bucky says good-bye to Mason one last time, giving a little wave. Mason waves, melted parts of his popsicle flying off. You snort, “Alright, buddy. After you finish your popsicle, we’re gonna go home and give you a bath, m’kay?”

“Okay, mommy!”

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Bucky was practically skipping when he entered the apartment that he shared with his friend Sam. Sam easily took notice of Bucky’s good mood.

“What’s got you all happy and skippy?”

Bucky plops himself onto the couch beside Sam, “I got someone’s number today.”

Sam scoffed, “Dude, no way.”

“I’m serious! Her name is Y/N, she’s so beautiful, and she has a kid-”

“YOU GOT A MILF’S NUMBER?!”

Bucky smacked Sam on the head, “Don’t call her a MILF! That’s disgusting, man!”

Sam frowned as he rubbed his head, glaring at Bucky, “What, so you don’t wanna fuck her?”

He looked at him with disbelief, “Can you quit talking about her like that? And it’s not that I don’t-”

“So you did meet a MILF!”

“Sam, I’m warning you. Quit calling Y/N a MILF!”

“Fine! Okay! Jeez! Go on.”

Bucky settled and got comfortable on couch, “As I was saying: I met Y/N at the park and I bumped into her son, Mason, and he dropped his popsicle. So I bought him a new one and her and I started talking and eventually, I got her number.”

“So you gonna ask her on a date?”

Bucky sighed, “It won’t be a date, per se, she’s not looking to be with anyone right now.”

Sam grimaced, “Yikes.”

“I know, but, I mean, I still wanna get to know her, ya know? She seemed really sweet, kind, a good mom. Her son’s really great too.”

Sam shook his head, “This sounds bad, man. I don’t think you should get caught up in some woman who’s not looking to date and has a kid. You’re just gonna end up getting hurt.”

“It’s not like that, Sam. She seems nice! And you said I needed to make new friends anyway!”

He shrugged, “Whatever, Bucky. I warned you.”

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Two days later is when you got a text from Bucky in the late evening.

Bucky: Hey, Y/N. It’s Bucky.

Bucky: Wait. You already knew that.

Bucky: Sorry, I’m dumb.

Bucky: Anyway, I’m texting you right now because I just got to work and looked at my schedule. I’m free next Friday and Saturday. Are either of those days okay with you?

You looked at the time and saw that it was nearing midnight. You were confused.

You: Wait. It’s midnight and you just got into work?

Bucky: Yeah. I’m a security guard Brooklyn Hospital. Graveyard shift.

You: Oh. That makes sense.

You: And Saturday is a better day for me to get a babysitter. So that day will work.

Bucky: Great! How about we meet up Maximoff’s Cafe in Queens?

You: Actually, that’s perfect! One of my babysitters is from there, so I could probably just drop Mason off there!

Bucky: Awesome! I’ll see you then. ;)

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“Why did I put a winky face?!” Bucky quietly hissed at himself from the check-in desk in the lobby. He meant to just put a regular smiley face, “Now she’s gonna think you’re trying to date her?!”

Thus began Bucky’s internal anxious monologue.

She said she wasn’t looking to date anyone, Bucky! You fucked up!

But maybe if she knows you’re interested, she’ll eventually change her mind about dating. Woo her. Make her swoon. Show her that you’re worthy for her and Mason.

Dude...no. Respect her decision to not being open to date right now! Just get to know her in a friendly way and that’s it!

You: I’ll see you then! ;D

Oh shit...she put a winky face and an open mouth smiley face! She totally wants to bang you.

Can you just..shut up?

I’m trying to help him get laid! Not many women like to go for the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!

Low blow, man...low blow.

Bucky groans and lets his head fall onto the desk in frustration.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #marvel #au #single parent au

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cutegirlmayra · 5 years ago

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That Neo Metal x Amy piece you did was fanTASTIC. If you have time, could you write a follow-up piece of when Team Sonic returns? It doesn’t even have to be SonAmy or shippy, I really just think it needs a part 2.

https://cutegirlmayra.tumblr.com/post/177704806930/hi-rezfrosting-here-3-may-i-please-request-some

Oh, you mean this DARK, HORRIFIC version of Metal Sonic vs. the ever unstoppable force that is known as Amy Rose? …I’d love too :3b

REMEMBER: PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! Please, pretty please, don’t send me more prompts until I’ve reopened them again! :Db okay?

I have a countdown now so you will known when they come back ;)b

Now, on with the show!

Prompt:

It wasn’t long before Sonic and the team returned to the stricken planet, barely surviving from the pollution and decimation of Metal Sonic’s reign…

But as they returned, the severed head of Metal Sonic reconnected itself with Metal Overlord’s form, slightly zombied by the sparking of electrical wires all out of place, the metal torn, and the battle-damage fierce.

“What’s going on?” Tails asked, stepping out of the X-Tornado which had sent them through the pocket dimension.

“Looks like they haven’t stopped fighting, but look at this place!” Knuckles also flipped the protective, clear shielding of the plane off to get out and jumped off to step into the sewage mud. “It’s like he’s been trashing the entire planet!”

Sonic homing attacked quickly out of the plane before the shielding could even properly flip off, landing and looking up into the sky at the battle before him. There was a sense of urgency in his eyes, but then a confident smile.

“I’ll flank him from the rear… he would see us coming. Tails?” He turned to look over his shoulder, Tails also smiling with determination and leaning over the cockpit to hear every word. “You check on the teams.”

“Got it!” Tails pulled the shielding down, revving up the engine.

“Knuckles,” Sonic fully turned around to face him, seeing him bent down on knee, sampling the sludge in his hand and looking heartbroken at the state his planet was in. He crushed the mud in his hands and let it squirt out either side, shaking his fist as he turned his head away. “…You take back the Master Emerald.”

“I’m gonna clobber him.” he rose up, a true guardian as he briskly walked to take his place beside Sonic, eyes fixated on Metal Overlord. “No one messes with my friends, my planet, and my emerald!” he smacked his fists together and nodded indirectly for Sonic to see his convictions.

“Right.” Sonic nodded in agreement and turned to Metal Overlord. “Guess this is round 2.” he smirked, charging off as Knuckles followed in pursuit.

“I’ll distract him.” Knuckles stated before both of them heard Metal Overlord ring out a cry.

“AMMMMYYYY!!!!” The dragon-like metal creation reared his head back, as suddenly Eggman’s forces pelted it with drones and missiles from the sky.

Cream, Big, and–There she was. In their usual heroes’ formations, they were fighting with everything they had.

“How many times do I gotta take you down, Metal, before you realize you’re never gonna win!?” Amy cried out, getting swung from the formation and spinning her hammer out to jab another piece of his metallic hide off. “Now, Big!”

“Ooookay!” Big slowly responded as he swung his fishing pole back and hooked the inside matrix of Metal Overlord, tugging on the line to leave it straight.

“Cream!” Amy called, as Cream tight-roped the line and ran towards the inside, dodging some claw strikes as Metal Overlord tried to identify the tiny fishing line.

“YOU WILL ALL FALL!” he roared, “TO ME!”

“Heard that spiel before,” Amy mused, rolling her eyes, “Doesn’t scare me! All bark and no-!”

That’s when Cream threw Amy back inside the robot, as she hooked the steel beam that connected Metal Sonic’s old severed head to Metal Overlord and let herself slide down all the way till his face bent with the action.

Now, they were staring at one another again, “Bite.” she chomped down on her teeth, before grinning at seeing Big being hoisted by Cream’s flying bunny ears and his fishing line slinging around his head.

“No…” Metal’s eyes dimmed, “Not again…”

“You really should think about wearing a neck brace.” she saluted, and then let go. “Cause you choke on your own words all the time, buddy!”

“NOOO!!!” he reached a clawed hand to her, and for a moment, he finally saw her confident wane.

“Miss Amy!” Cream called out, but she had already let Big go as the fishing line was as strong as anything, and severed through the steel beam with Big’s falling, massive weight like a wrecking ball.

When the head was detached, the rest of the body froze… but Metal Overlord’s misshapen claw still dug a talon into her falling form, as she fell into it, then rolled off…

“I’ve… got’cha… Amy…” Big spoke slowly, but as he fell, he hooked a line around Froggy and tied it like a fishing lure, throwing him to Amy.

“Ribbit!” Froggy jumped to Amy’s back, then bit down on her white collar.

“Amy!” Sonic cried out, skidding to a halt as they got there… too late?

Metal Overlord was falling apart now, with nothing holding it together, it began to tumble and collapse in pieces.

As its frame came down, Froggy croaked and let go of her, as another large metal plate slammed into her body, making her fall even faster.

Cream grabbed Big, who reeled in Froggy and was careful not to hurt him in the process. “Is that..?” Cream began, seeing something blue below. “It’s Mr. Sonic!” she cheered, “Quick! Save Miss Amy!” she dived down, hoping to help too.

Cheese finally revealed himself, having wires in his hands, it appears he was doing an ‘inside job’ while the others fought on the outside.

“It can’t be…” Tails saw the flying mass with Amy’s unconscious body underneath it and knew Sonic couldn’t reach her if he, himself, was crushed as well. “Don’t worry, Cream! I’m on it!” Tails dived passed her, shocking her.

“Oh, Mr. Tails is back too!”

“Isn’t that nice?” Big closed his eyes, relieved with a happy, relaxed smile on his face. “I’m sure they’ll save Amy…” he stated with a lull.

Tails fired at different sections of the falling metal, burning it as it highlighted the beams of heated energy with yellow and red, before breaking off and leaving Amy’s body twirling out through the wind pressure. The other pieces were smaller now and began to twirl as well.

“I’ve got it!” Knuckles jumped up, throwing his arm back to smash and punch the metal into each other, leaving Amy wide open as the metal crashed down, spiking the soft, muddy earth and sinking slightly into it. Other pieces slammed down and left a splash, causing Sonic to not only dodge the falling debris but also avoid slipping or being blinded by the whiplashing splashes.

He raced through with a wake of water and wind at his heels, before looking up and jumped to break Amy’s fall.

“Got’cha.” he lightly stated but the intensity of his eyes said everything else.

“Did she die?” Eggman’s voice boomed from his large ship, barely holding itself in the air from previous damages.

Cream placed Big down, then embraced Cheese nodded, “No, Mr. Eggman!”

“Hmph, didn’t think so. After defeating Metal Sonic the first time, I wouldn’t put it passed her to survive certain calamity again!”

“Beat him the first time?” Sonic looked up at the sky, towards Eggman, before back at Amy.

His eyes shook.

“Tails! She’s down!” He cried out, as everyone’s attention turned from celebrating to worry once again.

“Down?” Knuckles came over, bending to examine her himself. “Let me see…”

He saw the hole in her stomach… and turned away, getting up and moving to cover his mouth with the backend of his glove.

“No…” He stifled himself, before double-taking as Cream and Big tried to come over. He shook his head, forcing himself to grab Cream and duck her head into his chest. “No, Cream. You stay here. With me.” he felt her struggle, and once again, he couldn’t manage to look back…

“But Mr. Knuckles! I saw Miss Amy get hurt. I have to check on her, please! Why are you keeping me back..?” As Cream pleaded, Big was free to wander over…

He took a few steps, before gasping lightly and lowering his stealthy arms and gloomily… his ears bent back. “Oh, dear…”

Froggy also lowered himself on Big’s head… sorrowful.

Tails threw down the Emeralds, “Sonic… it’s up to you!”

The Metal Overlord began to reform, this time, an even greater fusion of the fallen Eggman robots and a Frankenstein’d abomination.

“I can never fall… You will all suffer… The last of your cries… will be her own!” With that stated, Metal Overlord Reborn began to fire beams out of his body, crashing into Eggman’s already exhausted fleets.

“I-EEE!!! Retreat!” he cried out, “It’s up to you now, Sonic!”

Sonic’s hands were shaking… Amy’s body didn’t appear to move, did the spike truly take her out?

Was he really too late?

All within that pocket dimension, something inside him–a gut feeling, if you will–convinced him that Amy was holding her own, that everyone was.

Holding her now… hearing that she had not only defeated Metal Sonic once but twice? Him not being there to aid and defend the planet with her?

It was more than he could bear.

The Chaos Emeralds floated and glowed around him, feeling the intensity of his emotion as his head sank down and his body trembled.

“No… no, no… How long..?” his voice also broke, his arms losing their grip on her body, lowering her into the mud. “How long… did you make her suffer?!”

Cream peeked out over Knuckles’s shoulder, as he too squinted back in his own emotion.

“How long did you leave her in pain!?” Sonic flung up, shining a brilliant yellow gold as Metal Overlord stared him down.

“What did you do to them!? To my friends!?”

Metal Overlord Reborn’s one eye began to scan the details of Sonic… his power level… his heart rate… and then…

His tears.

He gave off a low, rumbling chuckle from his now, thicker throat. “I’ve always wondered…” he began, “What you see in her…” he opened his enormous mouth, shredders circling it as fire fumed from different sections of his throat.

He swallowed Sonic whole, as Sonic remained floating in place, his eyes remaining steadfast, though his breathing rapidly becoming more and more intense.

When Sonic’s light dipped into the mouth, everyone grew silent.

“Soooonniiicc!” Tails cried out.

Then there was a burst of light.

From within Metal’s now imploding throat, a voice ripped through the eerie silence while the recoiling throat seemed ripe to explode.

“I see hope in her eyes, love in her heart, and goodwill for all mankind… I see-

–no fear!!!”

Then the explosion ricochetted through the space of air like a comet crashing to earth. Fire spewed out from the mechanical nightmare as Sonic speedily, with rage in every blast of Chaos Energy, laid waste and melted the magnetic power that kept Metal Sonic resurrecting time and time again.

He darted here and there– ‘Amy…’

There and back again, melting with his powerful swings of his arms and letting the immense heat melt the tyrannical, metal counterpart to himself– ‘Amy..!’

He flew up from the husk and put every amount of his power into a ball of light, “AMMMMYYYY!!!!” he dunked the ball right through the still standing contraption of Metal Sonic’s Overlord Reborn hide and in flakes of grey the entirety of the reign of Metal Sonic disintegrated into nothing more than burnt ashes…

Not a thing remained… even the mud had dried from the hot air spraying back from its epicenter.

Sonic lay at the center, his hands and legs on the ground, his mouth dry and panting, his tears dried by the magnitude of his power.

He just kept staring at the ground… the red from his eyes still apparent as he hit the earth again, his super form fading. “Amy… You held on… Just a bit more… I’m here now… I’m…” he let himself fall to the dry ground, indented in from his blast.

Eggman slowly turned his fleet around, he even had his lasers pointed at Sonic…

They honed in and targeted, ready to fire…

His glasses shone with their targeting systems green light flashing as a stylized icon showed Sonic’s limp body in range.

But…

He saw Tails and Knuckles, retrieving Sonic.

He saw them huddle around Amy’s form and try and summon the power of the Chaos Emeralds.

He hovered his hand over the button, but sighed and flipped the switches down to deactivate the gunfire.

He then picked up a phone, “Shadow? Rouge? Yes, even that useless Omega… Forget your scheming. Sonic’s done it, but not without some sacrifices… they need you. Stat.”

With the combined efforts, the Master Emerald and Chaos Emeralds revived Amy.

She awoke, a little dizzy, but gasped and grabbed her stomach… intact?

“What… happened?” she pulled the covers off her bed. …Her bed?

She hadn’t stepped foot in her home in a long time, just what had happened?

She pushed the door open, hearing laughter and drinks clinging together.

“Another! Keep it coming!” Knuckles’s booming voice caught her attention, as she slowly made her way down the stairs and into the living room.

“So, you’re saying Amy not only fought Metal twice but thrice?” Sonic leaned over the table, showing the number with his hands.

Eggman chuckled, slapping his stomach a moment as he rocked back in his chair and let Tails fill his glass up with more juice. “I was there! I nursed her back to health, he came back, she thumped him. He magnetized back into Overlord and what does she do? Thump him!” he lifted the filled glass up but made Tails spill the container in his hand as he wasn’t done filling it yet.

“Hey!”

“Amazing!” Sonic cheered.

“She really is quite a girl, you know.” Eggman chugged the drink down, as Big wiggled his ears.

“I’ve always found Amy… to be a girl.” He smiled wholesomely.

“What Big means is-” Cream paused a moment as Cheese, now with Chocola, tugged on her clothes and pointed to Amy’s presence. “Ah! Miss Amy’s awake!” she jumped off her little chair and raced to Amy, arms out wide. “Oh, Amy! My hero!” she gripped her around the legs and wouldn’t let go. “You’re awake again, Miss Amy! The boys told me you would be, but I’m so glad to see you again!” there were small tears forming in her eyes, but she was too happy to let them drop. “Are you feeling well, Miss Amy? You’re not in any pain, are you?”

The boys all turned, smiling.

“Um…” Amy was just too overwhelmed to comprehend it all. “Was I asleep?” she smiled down to Cream, before looking back up at everyone.

“Knuckles…” she breathed out, as he raised his glass to her. “Tails…” she stepped forward, as Tails beamed a little with his shoulders coming up, his eyes twinkling with glee. “….Sonic.”

The two just stared at one another a moment. An immortalizing feeling gripped them into the other’s eyes…

He finally moved and sped over to her, but for Amy, the brief second didn’t cut off the connection and feeling that was still relevant… it was like he hadn’t moved his eyes from her, and she barely noticed the distance breached.

“Thanks for not waiting around for me… Amy.” he smiled, “Without you, it sounds like Metal Sonic would have just taken over the whole planet by now.”

Amy felt her breath grow weak.

“I… I did wait.” she barely had the strength anymore to speak, but she did.

Cream saw the two’s stances and body-language, smiling giddily, she removed herself from Amy’s legs.

“…Heh.” he let some of his emotion out, but quickly tried to recover his previous look. “What I meant was… you acted. You didn’t just sit around and let everything go to ruin.” he spoke with his arm flinging out to the side fo him, a typical thing for Sonic to do while he spoke.

“Pretty impressive,… Amy.”

“Oh, just kiss already.” Eggman groaned, looking away from the scene and sipping his juice.

He was nudged by Tails, as though to quit his muttering.

Sonic and Amy seemed to not have heard him, but Knuckles glared a warning at Eggman to remain silent while they had their moment.

“Sonic…” her hands reached out to him. “This isn’t a dream… right?”

He immediately took her hands, stepping forward. “I never doubted you, Amy… Even away, I had this feeling that everyone was alright–or at least–going to be alright. I promise, from now on, you’ll never have to fight alone… never again.”

“Oh, Sonic..!” she jumped into his arms, and they embraced one another, tightly. “I knew you’d come back! I knew it with all my heart! I knew if I just kept believing, if I never gave up hope, no matter how much Metal Sonic taunted me or tried to crush my hope–I never stopped believing you’d come back!”

The gang all smiled, touched by the scene.

Sonic… gently took her back quill and stroked it comfortingly… She continued to speak.

“I never doubted you either… not once. I looked to the skies, no matter how many times fighting seemed futile… no matter how much Metal Sonic tried to make me give up… I just knew in my heart… that you were coming back to me. That you’d never leave us utterly alone…”

“I’m back, Amy.” He was too overwhelmed with emotion to say anything else. He just held her, hearing her words, glad she was alright.

“I… I love you, Sonic The Hedgehog.”

It was a plea that left everyone’s heart speechless at the desperate tone it took to convey that message.

All but Eggman’s, who instead of taking another sip of his juice, let it smack back down on the table, unable to handle the ‘feelies’ anymore. “Ugh…” he began to get up to leave.

“Thank you.” Sonic pulled her closer, “Thank you for surviving. For taking care of business for me. I… I appreciate it, Amy.”

“Hmph.” Eggman adjusted his coat and then walked by them, opening the door. “She did more than that.” He grumbled, “Honestly,… if you’re not gonna acknowledge that she’s the sole reason for why you were able to succeed in that last half, I don’t know what I ever thought of you.” Eggman mimed picking up a ghost hat from the coat rack stick and began to leave, but stuck his head out one last time to say a final word, “By the way, you died, Sonic cried, and everyone brought you back. Just filling you in.”

Sonic’s eyelids lowered and his hands fell to his sides as Amy released him and spun around to Eggman, shocked. “WHAT!?”

“Eggman…” Sonic growled out.

“By the way, the real monster is the one who won’t say I love you back, toodaloo!” Eggman closed the door.

“I died!?” Amy flung herself around. “Was I really dead!?”

“Almost.” Tails rolled his body into a lean, gesturing his arm to Amy, exasperated by Eggman’s cruel slip. “…Kinda..?” he squinted his eyes, “Sonic?” he looked for reassurance.

Sonic ran his hand down his face and turned around, “Everyone, calm down. We’re all happy that everyone’s here and-”

Amy spun back to Sonic, “You cried?” she seemed earnestly looking into his eyes for a response.

A split-second of fear rose in Sonic’s eyes as he closed his eyes and shook his head, looking up to avoid eye-contact with her. “A-A-Anyway, Tails? What was that about a cake you and Cream were making?”

“A cake? Oh! I almost forgot!” but the second they said that the fire alarm went off and the place was drench in water.

“…I still call Metal Sonic’s demise.” Amy loudly boasted, and the gang all half-laughed a bit at that before cleaning up the place…

Amy had the last laugh in the end… still, she had no weaknesses. Only one hope, and one love.

#sonic prompt #sonamy #metal sonic #metal sonic x amy #sonamy prompt #cutegirlmayra #sonic heroes prompt

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forkanna · 5 years ago

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NOTE: Guys... I appreciate your interest in FTF III. Really. But poking me about it repeatedly will not make it appear faster. Especially stop asking on a completely different fanfic, it is a bit rude. Thanks in advance!

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The room fell deathly silent. Chie had already known she made a mistake the instant the words left her lips, and the knowledge only hit her harder the more seconds ticked by. A little at a time, her head creaked around to look at her best friend.

Yukiko was crouching on the top step, legs out to one side. She still looked so elegant in her pretty kimono, despite the look of pure shock marring her flawless features. Helpless again. Chie knew her shadow had a point — that she did enjoy being able to protect her friend when she couldn't protect herself. The point of contention was that she didn't specifically want Yukiko to be helpless.

But who wouldn't feel a certain pride in being someone's Prince?

"Chie," she was breathing in dismay, the full blush flooding her cheeks bringing her crashing back to the present. "You… c-come on, you know I don't like those kinds of jokes. This isn't funny."

"You say that like she's joking," Other-Chie laughed harshly as she forcibly bent Other-Yukiko over, hand already twisted into her silky black locks. When did she get up there? Her princess only gasped and obeyed; no resistance whatsoever. "She's wanted to bang you since forever."

"I have not!" Swinging back around, she assured her, "Seriously, I haven't. That's a straight up lie!"

"It's really not. This right here? What we're doing?" She brought her hand down on the black lace-clad hindcheek, and both Yukikos yelped in response. "You've been dreaming about doing it for a long, long time, haven't you? Almost a year. Every time you look at this plump little ass."

"STOP. That's a lie! I d-don't even know about this kind of stuff!"

"Neither do I," her best friend whispered.

"We sure don't," Other-Yukiko giggled. "But we like it. And we're really, really curious about more…"

Other-Chie grinned wide, leaning against her princess's hip for a moment to gaze at the two best friends. "Ohh, Yukiko's too simple to lie, and too pure and naive to ever have a kinky thought in her whole life. She really means that. But her prince is another story. She knows about this stuff, and she keeps thinking about it." Now she ran her fingers down to press against the lace-shrouded crotch, earning a gasp and a whimper from its owner. "Every time they were in the showers together… every trip to the pool, every time they tried on outfits in the Junes clothing department… the prince was checking out the princess. Dark little thoughts swirling around in her head."

"You got it all wrong," Chie growled through her teeth. "She's my best. Friend. I don't think those- c'mon, I'm not that kinda girl! Really! This… this fucking thing is lying!"

"You know I'm not." Other-Chie was suddenly next to them both, sitting on the floor. Yukiko drew back in shock but Chie stooped down to catch her hand up, trying to lend support.

"You are. I never did that! NEVER! I don't 'check her out' every time!"

"Well…" With a tiny shrug, the shadow relented, "Maybe I'm stretching the truth. But you also know I'm not lying. I'm you, after all."

Before Chie could bite back that she most certainly was NOT her, Yukiko whispered, "What is she talking about?"

"Double-you… double-you… double-you." Other-Chie was smirking demonically as she went on, "Ex, aych, ay, em-"

"Whoa, whoa," Chie laughed nervously, holding up her other hand to ward off her double. "Y-you don't need to keep going! That doesn't matter, i-it's no big deal."

"Why not? You afraid sweet, chaste Princess Snow White will find out you're the Prince of Darkness?"

The remark on her name was almost cute. Chie could appreciate it; "Yukiko" meant "Snow Child", after all. But given that it was coming from this vile creature, she couldn't quite enjoy the turn of phrase as much as she might normally.

"What is she talking about?" Yukiko asked. When her friend didn't answer, she gripped her hand a little tighter with both of her own. "Chie…?"

"It's nothing. Really." Silence. "It was one time."

"One time that lasted a few hours," Other-Chie added, examining her nails as she rose to her feet, towering over both of them. Intimidating them. The real Chie kept her eyes on the floor while she explained; better that it come from her than this sham standing in front of them.

"S-so… I, um… I overheard some of the boys in class talking about some porn site one day. And that night, I went to it, and- but I was only curious, okay? I wanted to know why so many guys do that! Like, what was the big deal?" Swallowing hard, she felt her breath coming faster and shallower as she went on, "Wh-what she's talking about is… I watched one video with two girls… and… it was… really weird, but I couldn't look away, and uh…"

She had been trying to build up to it gently. Leave it to her doppelganger to blurt out with no filter, "And I couldn't help thinking, 'Would Yukiko do that with me?'"

"NO! That is not what I thought!"

"The fuck it isn't, you liar," she laughed. "It's exactly what you thought."

"I thought it for one second. Like, because one of the girls had long black hair! I-it wasn't something I wanted to try with her, not really, it was just a… I'm not like that! Really, I'm not a pervert, and I'm not a yuri! Everybody has thoughts that just… push… into their brains, even when they-"

The moment she felt Yukiko's hands pull away was the moment a light inside of her went out. Her voice fell silent, and her eyes swivelled to see pure disgust radiating off Yukiko. To her credit, she wasn't doing it in a condescending, holier-than-thou way. Her friend was genuinely shocked and alarmed by any such thoughts about her — which was no surprise. Even Yosuke simply commenting that she looked 'hot' in her kimono one day had earned him a slap across the face.

"Yuki-chan… I'm…" Her face began to crumple. "I didn't mean it… I… didn't…"

"Can we leave?" she asked her, eyes averting. "Th-this place is… terrible. I think… we should just get out of here, a-and forget we were ever anywhere besides Inaba."

"Listen to her, pretending she doesn't want to leave Inaba," Other-Yukiko giggled as she pushed her hips backward, eagerly awaiting more pleasure.

"Listen to both of them," Other-Chie cooed as she ground her hips against one of her fellow shadow's. "Is Prince Charming gonna cry? Because she got caught with her hand down her pants, thinking about bending her best friend over and eating her pussy like breakfast?"

Teeth gritting hard, she snarled at the other one, "STOP. I never, ever did that."

"But you wanted to. Can't lie to yourself, Prince; just because you didn't give into temptation doesn't mean you weren't tempted. Just talked yourself out of having some fun for once."

Completely defeated, Chie simply curled in on herself. Eyes watering, heart tight in her chest. And the worst part was… she could tell she was vaguely turned on. Too much attention had been called to her dalliances in the past, and knowing Yukiko knew was part of it. Being able to see Yukiko's exposed body — even if it was a copy being controlled by an otherworldly monster — was another. Either way, it only added to her anguish instead of being anything she could remotely enjoy.

"I'm sorry," she finally croaked out. "Yukiko… I didn't… you're my best friend, I…"

"She is not. She's our pet dog that we can do whatever we want with, remember? Just like Muku! And with this dog, that should include… a little show and tell. Like this." One hand pulled the leash now attached to the other Yukiko's collar taut as the other glided in a wide circle on her ass, then slapped it again — earning a squeal from its owner. "Which you love."

"We both love it," Other-Yukiko moaned aloud with a shiver.

"What?!" the real one gasped. "I do not! And I've never done such things, anyway, so how dare you claim I w-would ever like something like that!"

The doppelganger's golden eyes narrowed as she scoffed. "Really? So maybe you aren't chomping at the bit to join me up here. However, as much as you want to pretend your only reaction is disgust, we both know the idea is… interesting. You've never seen anything like this before, thought about it before, or had anyone confess to finding you attractive. Well, no one that you find attractive in return. And this calls to you in a way you've never experienced before. Right?"

Now, her best friend's deep, dark eyes were wide as dinner plates. "Attractive? Chie? I… sh-she is, but I'm not interested in other women. So that… doesn't count. Right?"

"What?" Chie blinked up at her. "Wait, whoa, really? You think I'm hot?"

"I didn't say 'hot'!" she hissed. "I said you're attractive!"

Waving that notion away with her hand, she said, "Come on, I am not. Like… you're so much prettier than me."

"Took the words right out of my mouth," her clone chuckled as she gripped the other clone's pussy hard through her panties, grinding her fingers against it. Both of their originals looked away in shame at the display, trying not to hear the quavering moan that resulted.

"That's not true," Yukiko whispered. "You're very pretty. And cool, and strong — and funny! And I don't think I'm as cute as you do, I'm… so plain, and uninteresting. You're unique, like a glorious peacock."

Chie's eyebrows shot up. "A peacock? Who, me? No way!"

"Yes, you are." For just a half-second, Yukiko smiled, and everything felt like it was alright again. Then the smile fell away. "Oh… is that not acceptable to say? Because you like women?"

"No, it's fine. Wait! Wh-what I mean is… I'm not into women, either! Like, why would I be?" Then she laughed a little too loud to be believable, which eventually turned into a sigh. "But I guess… I've never thought about guys that much, either."

Her shadow kissed her way up Other-Yukiko's thigh as she muttered, "You won't admit it for some reason. Why, you may ask? The answer might surprise you!"

"Don't…"

"It's because you're scared. Aren't you? That all your friends and family will see you differently if they know you're a dirty, dirty muff-diver."

"I am NOT, though! Seriously, what muff have I dived- doved. Doven?"

Yukiko giggled a little. When Chie looked at her in shock, she shrugged and whispered, "What? That phrase is already funny, and you can't… change the tense, so you…" The snickering got worse.

"This is SO not the time to have one of your giggle-fits!"

"Okay, okay." But despite her assurance, she started giggling again, anyway. In no time, her arms were wrapped tightly around her sides as her entire body shook with laughter. It was ridiculously unsuited for their current situation, and yet…

And yet, all of her fear and anxiety and self-disgust seemed to grow smaller. To lose its edge. That vortex of negative emotions within her became little more than the fog that settled over Inaba after a few days' rain; not nothing, but nothing to be overly concerned about on its own.

"Awww, look at you two, bonding and sharing a moment," Other-Chie cooed as she rubbed Other-Yukiko's crotch harder and faster, lips getting closer and closer. The clone of her best friend was becoming unmade, just as the girl in the video she had watched did. Almost exactly like that, in fact…

And that was when it really hit Chie. This was an exact repeat of the scene she had watched in the video, with one or two slight variations and some supervillain dialogue thrown in. As much as she had tried to deny it before, how could she pretend otherwise with so much evidence stacked against her?

"CHIE!"

Both of them whirled to look behind them at the doors as they burst open. In the lead was Yu Narukami, his washed-out grey head of hair gleaming in the light from the chandelier and torches lining the walls. In his hands was a golf club, which looked no more badass than his usual school uniform, but somehow he cut an imposing figure regardless. Right on his heels was Yosuke Hanamura, floppy brown hair flying out behind him as he skidded to a halt behind their leader, ever-present headphones adorning his neck like a bizarre ascot as he raised two gleaming daggers.

"Yukiko!" Yu demanded. "Are you alright?"

"OH NO!" Chie gasped out as she shot to her feet, took one look over her shoulder at the scene still being re-enacted on the dais, and held her arms wide. "Wh-what are you guys doing here?"

Yosuke looked confused, though still alert for any sign of a shadow attack. "What do you mean? Like… we're here to rescue Yukiko, right? And maybe you, since you ran off like that, you idiot!"

"I'm not an idiot! And… and everything's fine, you can leave! Go on, shoo!"

"Y-yes!" Yukiko said as she finally stood, doing the same as Chie. Apparently, they had tacitly agreed that they didn't want the boys seeing what their doppelgangers were doing just behind them. "We're fine! In fact, if you… will please immediately leave, we will follow you! In just a few seconds!"

"Leave?" demanded Yu, his eyes narrowed. He never said much, all things considered.

"Dude, so not gonna happen," Yosuke scoffed. "We're not letting you out of our sight! This place is totally dangerous!"

"Listen to them," Other-Chie cackled in her strangely out-of-sync voice from behind them. "Soooo dangerous… for your reputations."

Chie had to grit her teeth and slam her eyes shut for a moment. There would be no pretending that was her talking; the tone was too different, too paranormal and bizarre. Plus, they had been watching her like a hawk and would have seen that her lips didn't move.

"Are those… your shadows? Behind you?"

"Don't look!" Yukiko urged, and Chie grimaced; she had been hoping not to draw more attention to them, which was exactly the kind of thing a phrase like 'don't look' would do. "Please, look away! This is too obscene!"

"Obscene?" Yosuke asked, genuinely surprised. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means none of your business, you jerk," Chie snapped. "Come on, just… we can deal with this, a-and you guys-"

"Let them decide for themselves if they want to see the show," her clone purred as she stoked her counterpart's flames of passion higher and higher. "After all, you want them to know, don't you?"

Other-Yukiko giggled, "Not me. I don't want anybody to know how much I love what you're doing to me. But still… kinda curious what their reactions would be. So why not?"

Yu and Yosuke glanced at each other, shrugged, and began to approach the steps cautiously. Chie held up a hand to stop them, but she couldn't seem to get any more words out; she was too terrified of what they would do once they got to the top.

"Alright," Yu said firmly as they climbed. "Whatever you do… do not deny that your shadows are you. It will enrage them and cause them to become stronger, and turn on us."

"What do you mean?!" Yukiko gasped, trying to move her arms to cover the show behind them more completely. "Th-there's no- wait, please, just stay where you are!"

"Now you got me curious," Yosuke teased lightly as he smirked up at them. They had stopped halfway up the steps, but it was obvious they wanted to keep going. "What's going on back there? It sounds a little, uh… different than it was with my shadow."

"Nothing's going on! Please, just go back the way you-"

"Wait." Clearing her throat, Chie asked them, "What you said, a second ago… about not denying them. Like… aren't these just monsters, trying to copy our faces and do upsetting things? Like… like that one thing in Harry Potter?"

"Well, kinda," Yosuke sighed, becoming serious again. "They're a part of you. Like, something about this place, the world in the TV… it brings out the thoughts you don't wanna accept. Makes you face them. But if you reject them, you just gotta actually fight them with your fists instead."

"If we reject them… then they get upset…"

"This is insane!" Yukiko was babbling. And Chie could almost feel the two behind them listening intently, thirsty to hear said denial. "How can you think these things are us? Th-that's- you can't be serious! This is not m-"

"WAIT!"

Everyone fell silent, watching Chie carefully as she trembled on the spot. Then she pointed at the two boys, silently commanding them to stay put, before she turned back to look at the shadows.

"May I help you?" her own mocked with a slight smile. And now she could see that she had finally moved her Yuki's panties aside and had two fingers deep inside of her. The sight sent a mighty surge down to her own lower extremities, but she had to stay strong — had to ignore that heat and focus on what needed to be done. If she couldn't even do this, then she had no right to call herself Yukiko's Prince.

"You really are me, aren't you?"

Other-Chie smirked and nodded. "Yep. Sorry to burst your bubble, but this is all you."

"No… not really. But it's… things I've thought about. Isn't it?" She took a step forward. "You're what I would be if I didn't care about what other people thought… what my friends think. Like, a totally selfish version of me."

"Nothing wrong with being a little selfish now and then," she countered with a shrug as she caused more and more screams to spill from Other-Yukiko's lips. Just like in the video. By the tone, it was obvious she would be finished soon.

"Fine. Maybe… maybe you're right. But I accept you, so it's time for you t-"

"Wait, hang on," she asked, and an uncharacteristic pleading look had entered her expression. "Let me finish her off. Please… I probably won't get another chance, you know."

Chie didn't know that, because she didn't understand most of what was going on, but she was definitely caught off guard. But it seemed cruel to deny her this; they had already gone so far as it was. "Um… f-fine, hurry up."

"What… are you doing?" Yukiko herself turned, and her eyes went as round as her mouth once her jaw dropped open. "Oh! Oh my GOD!"

Now they were both watching their other selves engage in this display of debauchery. A quick glance over at Yukiko showed that she was definitely not hating it as much as she protested, even if the disgust had been genuine. As she said herself, she hated 'jokes' like these. Anything remotely sexual had been met with stern disapproval in the past. Maybe this would change now that she had been confronted by the darkest desires of her own heart.

"Uhhhh, girls?"

"CAN IT!" Chie snapped back at Yosuke. "Just… we're going to let them finish, since they're us, a-and then we'll accept them! That's supposed to stop them from hurting anyone, right?"

"Sure," he said, and a glance showed that his cheeks were flushed. "But like, it's cruel for us to hear what's happening and not be allowed to look…"

"You don't get to see this! Like, no way, are you crazy?! Just get out of here, already!"

"We can't," Yu said, even though he was clearly a little flustered. "Not when your safety is a concern." And from Yu, she actually believed him.

"Yeah, your safety." Yosuke, she did not believe.

"Yeah!" Other-Yuki was gasping out, hips rolling back against the punishing fingers. "A-almost there, Chie-chan! More! Give me more!"

"You got it!" Harder and harder, she punished her insides. "And you're going to call me 'Prince', aren't you?"

"OH! Yes, my Prince! YES! MMmhhhHHHHH!"

By now, there wasn't a face in that throne room that was any colour besides scarlet. The real versions of Chie and Yukiko watched their counterparts finish up their carnal act, sweat running down the sides of their faces… and something else running down the insides of their thighs. Both of them. It was obscene, but also somehow romantic; it felt like a lot of that animosity between them had dissipated once she started admitting that this wasn't purely a lie.

"This… is so unseemly…" Yukiko couldn't form words. She glanced up at Chie's blushing face, then pushed a hand against her own mouth as she looked at their clones again. "How can you think they're really us? Look at this! It's… so…"

"They are," Chie sighed — and it would have been weary, except she felt anything but tired. "It's… really messed up, and I'm sorry. But she's a part of me. I just haven't wanted to admit it, because… I'm so disgusting. But it's true. She's me."

Other-Chie stood and withdrew her fingers as her clothes melted back into the same outfit the real one was wearing. And then she started getting lighter, and lighter. A transformation was taking place within the spectral form: a yellow jumpsuit taking the place of the metallic bikini, a pointed white helmet covering her head, and a double-bladed ko-naginata in one hand. While she could still be seen, she laughed warmly.

"Wow. We're stronger than I thought we were, Prince. Maybe there's hope for us yet."

And then she was gone. No, that wasn't quite right; she had become part of Chie again. She could feel it settling into the pit of her stomach; guilt, nausea, desire. Not that it had ever really been gone from her while the shadow-clone existed — it was just a little harder to ignore now than before. Plus she felt fatigued as if she had just run a dozen meters, but it was nothing that a good nap couldn't cure.

"She's gone!" Yukiko gasped.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," her own clone whimpered, frowning. "Only got me off once and now she went away. And my Prince won't play with me; only the other Prince."

"W-we already played with you," Chie sighed. "And I did help, like I promised. I put the collar on you, and… and I let my shadow make you feel good. Right? So can't you go back into Yukiko now?"

"That's not how it works. She has to accept me, remember? That I'm part of her. That she loved what she saw just now, even if she's so confused by most of it…"

Distressed, Yukiko shook her head back and forth. "P-please, stop all these games. This isn't true! You're not mhhhgg!"

It was Yosuke's hands that wrapped around her mouth to stop her. Yukiko started punching at them but he had a decent grip. The clone had flickered for a second, become brighter, and then lapsed back into the post-coital depressed creature she had been again.

"Whew!" Yu sighed as he came up to stand beside the others. "That was close."

"Yukiko, stop!" Yosuke told her urgently. "I know this is probably… weird, and a lot to take in, but you can't reject her! Or she'll attack! Just… just accept that she's part of you so we can all go home now!"

When Yukiko looked not only distressed, but angry, Chie came to stand in front of her and clamped her hands down on both of her shoulders. "I… I know. I didn't want to, either, because… because I didn't want you to see. I didn't want to admit I've ever thought such terrible things, a-about you, or about our friendship. They suck. But it's me who sucks, Yuki-chan. Seriously, I'm a jerk, I… most of the time I do okay, but sometimes really stupid stuff goes through my brain. And it's not on purpose but it's still not right. I'm gonna work on it, okay? I'll do better, I…" She cleared her throat and set her face in determination. "But Yosuke's right. You can't fight this; that is you down there. It's a piece of you that you don't like very much, but she's you, and… and if you deny it, you'll only make things worse."

It seemed to do the trick. Yukiko stopped struggling, and her two friends let their hands fall away. Hoping desperately she would make the right choice. It took her a few seconds of shivering and thinking before she took action.

"Um…" Hands on her knees, Yuki stooped down and knelt by the sobbing princess-clone. "Yukiko?"

"Y-yes?"

"You really miss your prince, don't you?"

"Of course!" she bawled. "One minute, I felt amazing, and n-now… now she's gone! I hate it! I need my prince — I need my Chie! What am I going to do without her?! I… nobody can tell me what to do but her!"

Fresh embarrassment sprouted in the real Yukiko's eyes, but she powered through. "It's okay. We'll stay by her side together. Is… is that what you want?"

"You… you promise?"

"I do. I'll do my best from now on. You and I will together, since you're… me. I guess."

Even though Yukiko's face could only be described as a mask of disgust, it still seemed that her clone was thrilled with her. A look of pure elation was on her features as she faded from existence… turning briefly into the image of an ancient priestess that took Chie's breath away. Beautiful pink-and-red flowers with long petals fanned out from her hands, and the white shape of a heart covered her rose-tinted chest. Her features were very nearly… alien.

But she barely had enough time to register that she had seen it before they heard a vaguely echoing "thank you", and she was gone.

"Oh wow, that's a-" Yosuke didn't get any further than that before Yukiko started to sag toward the floor. "Whoa! Hey, be careful!"

Chie was just able to help him keep her from whacking her head, and they gently lowered her to the steps. They had won; they beat those annoying shadows into submission and got them to vanish! Even though she was still a little worried about the way they transformed into someone else before fading back into the host bodies, it was better than fighting them, at least.

But now they had to get out of here. Through their combined efforts, all three of them were able to carry her all the way to the entrance of the throne room.

"Whew!" Chie gasped, sweat rolling down her temples. "When did… she get so… heavy?! She's taller than me but weighs the same!"

"And there's three of us," Yosuke grunted. "Like, somebody put this girl on a freakin' diet!"

"S… sorry," she just barely mumbled.

"It's okay, Yuki-chan," her best friend assured her as she staggered to a stop. "But I think I… need a little… break… m'kay?"

That was the last thing she could manage before the floor was surging up to meet her, two voices were crying out in shock, and total darkness stole over that other world.

To Be Continued…

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Cigarettes and Regret PT 2. (Nikki X Reader)

As always, I am sensitive baby and yet I crave validation. So tell me what you think but please be nice. I’ve never really written smut until recently so I’m working on it. Also thank you for even reading this.

Warnings: Alcohol use, drug use, and SMUTTTT (it’s motley y’all)

Nikki and Tommy were different and yet exactly the same, if Tommy was a BB gun then Nikki was a glock. Tommy loved you, but didn’t really respect you as a girlfriend (as much as he respected you as a person); but Nikki could never love you and yet there was such a level as respect there it almost caught you off guard. Tommy was soft and caressing in bed with you and would touch you so gently you could cry then would up and leave you in bed alone or roll over to sleep. Nikki was dominating, rough, and needy in bed and would cause mild bodily harm (not that you complained) then would hold you to him while you talked about anything. They were the same personality though, they weren’t called the Terror Twins for nothing, and unfortunately they were both possessive.

You learned that the hard way when Nikki particularly had enough of your rubbing Tommy in his face. To be fair he had started it with a groupie and you were just returning the favor, but he didn’t like it despite having no right to be possessive of you. It had started in the green room at The Whiskey before one of their shows and continued to the afterparty at the dingey apartment. Motley was starting to sell out shows more and more and with that came bigger parties, more (better) drugs, and lots of groupies. You were sitting in Tommy’s lap in the green room before their show and he was placing kisses along your neck telling you something, but it was hard to concentrate with Nikki’s death glare through the mirror reflection.

“(Y/N), did you hear me?” Tommy asked lightly biting your shoulder catching your attention again.

“I’m sorry babe I got distracted, what were you saying?” You responded breaking your eye contact with Nikki to look at Tommy

“I was just saying how much I love you and that I’m grateful you have been here this whole time. Once we make it big I’m gonna make sure we have the wedding of your dreams” He smiled up at you rubbing your thigh. You choked on the whiskey you had been trying to take a sip of and it burned your nose causing some tears and a lot of coughing.

“WEDDING?!” You and Nikki said in unison looking at Tommy like he had three heads.

“Well yeah (y/n), you’re my girl and you’ve always been loyal to me and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else.” He acted as if the decision was already set in stone.

“Babe we...we haven’t even talked about this before” You suddenly felt very warm and uneasy “There isn’t any reason to get married.”

“Come on babe we’ve been dating forever okay, it’s sweet, it’s tradition, and my mom already loves you” He waved in the air as if to say it was settled and you felt your stomach fall into your calves.

Nikki suddenly pushed up from the table in front of the mirror and mumbled something about needing blow and his dick sucked. Now your stomach was really on the floor. He came back with a groupie in tow that was chomping her gum and gripping his arm like he was her life line. She pulled the small baggie of blow out of her..well not bra because you didn’t think she was wearing one under the tight leather top. Nikki grinned venomous, deadly right at you before snorting some off her tit and motioning for Vince to follow suit. She seemed to be pleased as punch and turned her attention to Tommy.

“You want to get in on this drummer?” She was bold. You were right there.

“Actually I have him covered” You snapped “And unless your plastic surgeon gave you a third boob somewhere I’d say you’re covered too”

“Doesn’t look like you have anything besides your whole body covered, nun” The groupie snapped back and you heard Nikki chuckle under his breath. Oh if looks could kill your glare would’ve vaporized him on the spot. Fine. Two could play this game.

“Tommy hand me your blow” You instructed and lifted your t-shirt (one of their shirts you had pitched in on getting made) off showing a thin black lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination. You poured a tiny bit of coke in the divot between your neck and collar bone and waited.

Tommy hesitated “Uh babe-”

“Well if you don’t want to do it maybe Sixx does” You cut him off flicking your gaze to Nikki who was smirking and about to come over making the groupie scoff.

“No” Tommy growled and did the bump out of the crevice you had placed it then swiped his tongue out to catch the remnants. You let out a soft breathy moan intentionally and caught his face in one of your hands and kissed him deeply. You allowed him to kiss you deeper and grope you a tiny bit in front of the boys. You pulled back and smiled at him as he met you with a big dopey smile of his own.

“See how could I not want to marry you babe. You’re so good to me” Tommy leaned his forehead against yours.

You felt immensely guilty because while you knew Tommy would enjoy what you did, you didn’t do it for him. It wasn’t long before they were called on stage and you made your way to the side to watch them play. Side stage was your favorite place to be for their shows because you could feel the bass in your chest and maybe because you had an unblocked view of the bass player from there. Nikki was being more aggressive with his bass than usual, hitting it more, swinging it around more, hell he was even rolling around on the stage more. It was kind of hot. When they finished the show with lighting Nikki on fire, as per usual, you saw him direct Mick to spray him with more alcohol and you were afraid they’d never get him put out for half a second before the flames were extinguished.

You walked back to the house with the boys hand in hand with Tommy making small talk with everyone but Nikki who was trying to take home the award for multitasking by making out with the groupie and walking at the same time. To say you were annoyed would be an understatement at this point. You didn’t know why he was punishing you like you had done something wrong. It made your heart hurt a little bit to know he would intentionally hurt you because of something Tommy said. You made your way through the window and immediately grabbed your tequila you had stashed in the kitchen for when you really needed to shut off and let loose.

“Damn (y/n)” Vince laughed climbing through the window seeing you with the bottle to your lips “Drinking to forget tonight or something?”

“More like drinking to celebrate a kick ass show” You lied with a big smile

“Think you’ll explore the wild side with us again?” He waggled his eyebrows at you while preparing lines on the counter

“(Y/N) doesn’t like coke remember” Tommy said getting ready to do a line

“She’s a changed woman T-Bone. She did it with me the other night” Nikki broke away from the groupie long enough to say.

“Wait what?” Tommy seemed almost hurt by the fact she did drugs with his best friend. It almost made her forget he had been cheating on her during that moment.

“Well you were apparently busy or something I couldn’t find you” You shrugged “I’ll do it with you tonight if you want me to babe.” You hoped you sounded innocent enough. Tommy’s infidelity was a “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation.

“Oh uh yeah I was trashed I think I passed out somewhere” He really was a terrible liar.

“So you gonna do it?” Vince asked excitedly.

“Yeah I’ll do it again” You agreed and took a line off the counter shortly after the rest of the boys (minus mick) took their lines.

You were trashed. Beyond trashed actually. You had lost track of Tommy a long time ago and it seemed Nikki had lost track of his groupie so if you had to guess the two were probably together. Gross. You went out of the window to smoke a cigarette and get fresh air, you might have overdone it with the tequila and coke and were starting to feel overwhelmed. It didn’t take long for Nikki to follow you out there and suddenly you were very aware of the parallels to the last time you were at one of their parties.

“Are you gonna marry him?” Nikki asked angrily. You couldn’t help the smile pulling at the corner of your lips and you wanted to make him squirm a little bit.

“Maybe. I think a rockstar husband would be a very good look for me, don’t you think?” You were challenging him.

“Yeah your name in papers all the time detailing how often your husband cheats sounds like a great life” He snapped lighting his own cigarette.

“Why do you care? It’s not like it affects you.” You were frustrated. Both of these guys you wanted didn’t want you completely. Why were you even wasting your time?

“Because I don’t think you should lower yourself to that position.” He was facing you, but you couldn’t look at him. Not right now. It was too intense.

“Oh what should I just stick around for you to fuck when groupies become too boring for you Sixx?” You suddenly whipped around to face him in your anger.

“Groupies always bore me.” He was smirking. What was so funny to him?

“Well this conversation is boring me. I’m gonna go fuck a random, you should do the same Sixx” You stubbed our your cigarette and made your way to the window. Your back suddenly came in contact with the wall.

“Why are you testing my patience (y/n)?” Nikki whispered into your ear. You shuddered from his breath ghosting against your ear.

“I don’t know what your mean” You feigned innocence.

“You have been antagonizing me since before the show and you fucking know it” Nikki growled.

“You got a groupie” You pouted.

“You are basically engaged to my best friend” He chuckled out darkly.

“And yet.” You looked up into his eyes and smirked.

“And yet.” He repeated and closed the distance between you.

Your mind was a whirlwind at the moment and you hated to admit you loved it. Nikki had you pinned against his wall with your hands above you while he littered your neck with hickies. You wouldn’t be able to explain those away and you knew Tommy would know what those are, but how could you care when Nikki was grinding his hips into yours? He released your hands and croached down lifting up your denim skirt slightly to pull your matching underwear down to your ankles then off and pushing your legs apart. He grabbed your ass and pulled you towards his face and he began licking your clit. You were whimpering and pulling his hair as he hummed against you never ceasing his licking. You felt yourself becoming close and your moans became more desperate and then he stopped and stepped away.

“Clothes off now and lay on the bed” He demanded and you obeyed watching as he slowly removed his own clothing before positioning himself between your legs. He leaned down and kissed you hard then grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders.

“I don’t like to share (y/n). I don’t like to be antagonized. I don’t like not being in control. I’m going to make sure you remember all of this” He said right before he pushed his entire length into you. He didn’t waste time allowing you to adjust. He just thrust into you hard and fast. You were making high pitched noises and digging your nails into his shoulders and it only encouraged him. He moved one of your legs to wrap around his waist and put one of his hands on your throat.

“Fuck baby you feel so good” He groaned throwing his head back. His thrusts were getting sloppy so you knew he was close and you were getting close too. You felt the familiar sensation starting to build and you threw your head back, his name a prayer falling from your lips and he followed you shortly after.

Just like last time he pulled you to him and kissed you lazily trying to regain his normal breathing rate. You felt safe and warm and if you were naive, loved.

“Don’t marry him” Nikki whispered into the still air around you both.

“I never planned on it” You whispered back and you felt his arms tighten around you. You didn’t know what this meant and you didn’t understand Nikki; but at that moment, as sleep took over your body, you couldn’t give a fuck less.

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bae-leth · 5 years ago

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AU of The Other Dimitri AU Part 1 of 2

Me again! It’s funny, I know what I wanna do with the Ivan oneshot but planning it and then getting to writing it is being far more difficult than expected. Maybe because I’m dealing with a character who is an OC but also somewhat canon in the sense of taking canon Dimitri’s role? Anyways, I’ll get that fic out eventually, I’m actually having fun with the challenge of getting it to work. So I decided, in the meanwhile, to make some notes about the previous post I submitted regarding Ivan (the unit overview) and doing something fun as a bonus. Writing down Ivan as a unit if he existed in the canon game! An AU of an AU. Ah well, it’s fun and it helps me figure out his character. *NOTE*: As I was writing this thing, I realized this was getting ridiculously long for a submission, even from me. So this is gonna be part 1 of 2. I’ll get part 2 to you in a few days with the rest of the info, mostly related to timeskip stuff, battle quotes, paralogues, and RECRUITMENT (*gasp*). Part 2 is gonna have PLENTY of delicious angst! And I hope this part has gotten you interested in what happened to Ivan during the timeskip, especially with the few little hints I’ve dropped here and there. **WARNING**: There will be slight spoilers about the Blue Lions route. I will avoid as many major spoilers as possible or otherwise be vague where I can, but there is some stuff. Just wanted to give a head up! Anyways, I hope you too enjoy this! And, once again, sorry for submitting these absurdly long posts to your inbox.

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Notes

*The following notes are some fun facts regarding stuff I put down in the Unit Overview post*

Childhood Picture: It’s a portrait of Ivan, Dimitri, Felix, Ingrid, Sylvain, and Glenn. It shows them as they were about five years before the Tragedy of Duscur. In the first few months of the charade, when Ivan saw this picture he freaked out and tore the part that had him in it off, burning it in the fireplace. He carries the picture with him constantly. By the point in the timeskip where he starts to go as “Ivan” again, he regrets tearing the picture, especially since it’s the only picture he had that had all of them together. But perhaps the other members of their friendship group have other pictures?

Collection of Fairytales: Ivan loves fiction books, and fairytales are no exception. When the charade begins, Ivan is so focused on training his body and mind to become more and more like Dimitri that he doesn’t check out his books anymore. It isn’t until a couple years later that he sees this book. He smiles and starts to open it, only to see his real name on the inside cover. Ivan has a habit of writing his name on the inside cover of all his books. What followed was Ivan grabbing a quill and large bottle of ink and proceeding to furiously cross out his name from every single one of his books.

Jeweled Dagger: Considering it has the letter D on the hilt, you would think it was Dimitri’s dagger. And…technically you’re right. But Dimitri never got to see the dagger. Ivan wanted to give Dimitri a surprise present for their 14th birthday. So he secretly commissioned the dagger from a blacksmith, asking that it be delivered on Dimitri and Ivan’s birthday. The Tragedy of Duscur happened a short time later and Ivan forgot all about the dagger, between his trauma and having to train for the charade. That is, until a package arrived on his 14th birthday, addressed to “him”.

I actually forgot to put down Ivan’s favorite type of tea but then I remembered Dimitri’s favorite tea is chamomile. So I looked it up and chamomile tea is known to help with stress and anxiety, as well as act as a decent sleep aid. Perfectly fitting for Dimitri and just as fitting for Ivan. So yeah, Ivan’s favorite type of tea is chamomile!

Ivan very much did learn the edible weeds thing from Dimitri! The story is that when they were around eight and hanging out outside, Dimitri chomped on a dandelion with zero warning. When Ivan stared at him in horror, Dimitri proceeded to happily explain all about edible weeds. Ivan decided to just accept it and move on (screaming internally the whole time) …Though he did keep it in mind and has always been kind of curious…

Why is Ivan terrified of horses? When he was four, a particularly bad-tempered horse bit Ivan’s cloak and wouldn’t let go, tugging it and tossing poor tiny Ivan with every shake. Ivan may no longer remember the incident, but he’s been terrified of horses and Pegasi ever since.

Ivan’s Music: He has a habit of humming, especially when doing monotonous tasks or when he’s in an especially good mood. He practiced hard to stop doing it once he had to become Dimitri, but once he goes by Ivan again, he’s slowly bringing the habit back. He has a lovely singing voice, though he’s very out of practice since he hasn’t sung since he was 13. But it’s a strong voice and he has impressive range. A little practice and he’ll probably be as good as he was when he was younger. His instruments of choice are the piano and violin, once again having not touched either since he was 13. After he officially becomes king (particularly after the ceremony that names him king which was held three years after the war) he starts taking lessons again, though doesn’t have much time for it since he’s busy with so many other things. He only started composing his own music when he was 11. He starts making little compositions again during rare free time in the war. He still makes compositions after he becomes king but, once again, he’s so busy he really doesn’t have time to nurture his talent.

Sometimes he’s bitter towards Dimitri for how disinterested the guy was in music, which made Ivan give up so much to perfect the act. But Ivan also remembers Dimitri patiently and happily listening to him play and sing, always saying Ivan was a “god of music”. A silly exaggeration as far as Ivan was concerned, but he doesn’t think he would’ve kept up with music if it wasn’t for Dimitri’s wholehearted encouragement.

Ivan and Ingrid share so many favorite foods. This is largely because when Ingrid was the one who comforted Ivan, she would often share some food with him when she did so. So Ivan associates those foods with happy memories. Ivan’s interest in food with interesting textures is a thing that started a little before arriving at the academy. The reason of which I won’t say (is it a spoiler? I don’t know, better safe than sorry. It has to do with something mentioned at some point in Dimitri and Flayn’s supports if you’re curious, I don’t remember if it’s said elsewhere).

Ivan and Felix were the baby brothers of the friendship group. Even Ingrid treated him as a baby brother like she did with Felix, even though Ivan was older than her. Ivan and Felix had a strong bond due to being meek crybabies. Ivan also had a habit of often hiding behind Sylvain when something spooked him. Of course, Felix often had the same idea, leading to the pair sometimes competing to cower behind Sylvain, while Sylvain laughed at them the whole time, while also doting on them.

So yeah, Ivan did forget his real name over the five-year timeskip. Between all the trauma he faced and the visions of the dead, he could only recognize himself as “Dimitri”, even though he saw hallucinations of the real Dimitri often. He doesn’t remember his own name until Byleth says it to him after Byleth learns that “Dimitri” was really Ivan this whole time.

I saw an anon noticed my stat joke about Ivan’s high Luck compared to Dimitri. One of my favorite things is when Fire Emblem games do something with a character’s stats or classing options (something other than personal skills) that reflect on some story element. Like having a character who is stated in story to be super lucky have naturally high Luck. Or that thing in Awakening with Kellam’s whole shtick of being practically invisible, so he can be reclassed into the Thief class. So yeah I purposefully lowered several of his stats and growths and just cranked up that Luck to match his backstory. Also, I’m pleasantly surprised an anon noticed that Ivan having higher Mag and E+ in Faith implies he was meant to be a healer. Because yes, that’s true! The idea is that if Dimitri hadn’t died, Ivan was gonna be on the path to be a healer/mage character. But because he had to become Dimitri, that greatly stunted his growth and shifted the rest of it to match more with Dimitri’s stats and growth.

Those are the big notes I thought of. Now, let’s get into the AU of this AU, involving what if Ivan was a character alongside Dimitri! Just a thing I made for fun, and like I said before it helps get those creative juices flowing!

AU of The Other Dimitri AU – Ivan Alexis Blaiddyd Unit Overview

Backstory

An overview of the backstory, at least where it differs from how Ivan is in the main AU. Ivan is still Dimitri’s younger identical twin brother, still has the minor Crest of Blaiddyd too. One difference is that while in the main AU Ivan is the one who interacted with the girl with the dagger, in this AU it’s Dimitri who did so, just like canon. The idea being that both of them met her and Ivan tried his best, but she and Dimitri hit it off while Ivan couldn’t get far, so he stopped coming along to visit her. He’s bitter about the idea of once again being passed up for his brother but he’s also jealous of having his brother stolen away from him for that time Dimitri and the girl knew each other. The other big difference is that Ivan didn’t go with his family on the day of the Tragedy of Duscur. Ivan was a sickly child growing up, and he hadn’t been feeling well during the week of the trip. Therefore, Lambert had him stay behind out of concern his condition would get worse during the long trip. Ivan was heartbroken at being left behind (and while he understood why, there was still a twinge of terror deep in his heart over not being good enough, being a burden). The Tragedy of Duscur goes down, Dimitri comes back as the only survivor. Things on Dimitri’s end go down basically the same as canon: meeting with Dedue, his trauma, the falling out with Felix, etc. On Ivan’s end, things end up changing quite a bit. Since Dimitri’s alive, there’s no act, so Ivan’s skills grow as they were intended, being more magic and healing based. Although he ends up picking up the lance too, because sparring was sometimes the only way to get his brother out of his room during those first few months following the tragedy. Ivan finds himself puzzled by his own emotions, particularly how he isn’t devastated to the same extent Dimitri is. Of course he’s in pain and mourning the loss of his father, stepmother, and Glenn. And he’s horrified by the deaths of all the knights, by the deaths of the people of Duscur (he remembers the furious tears streaming down Dimitri’s face as he told him the people of Duscur were innocent). But unlike Dimitri, who’s half dead and only making it to the next day thanks to Ivan, Dedue, and Rodrigue, Ivan still moves about. Eats just fine (Dimitri acts weird towards food now), doesn’t cry the night away (Dimitri sometimes slips into his room or Dedue’s and just sobs as he clings on desperately). Probably the one thing Ivan has in common with Dimitri in grief is the onslaught of nightmares (Dimitri never says what his are about, but Ivan’s are visions of his loved ones and so many faceless others covered in blood and gore, cursing him for his dumb luck that kept him away from the horrors of that day). And maybe that is what’s wrong, that he wasn’t there and didn’t see any of it. But…he doesn’t know. He’s so confused. And he hears the whispers from nosy nobles who know nothing, thinking he doesn’t care about the deaths. Ah well, he supposes he’s used to being the subject of mockery and rumors, as the worthless second-born, never as good as his brother. Never good enough for anyone…His relationship with Sylvain and Ingrid remains close over the years. However, he too ends up coming into conflict with Felix, although nowhere near what happened between Felix and Dimitri. Felix’s issue with Ivan, much like with Dimitri, stems from the rebellion when they’re 15. Except Ivan wasn’t part of the assault against the rebels (“Let me go too, Brother!” he had yelled while Dimitri refused and even ordered guards to make sure he didn’t come. As if years separated the pair instead of mere minutes). When Felix had told him what Dimitri had done, yes, Ivan had been thrown off by it, even horrified of the image of the warm and loving brother he knew being such a beast (“But the rebels were a threat to innocent people. Dimitri did what he had to, in order to protect others.” “You wouldn’t say that if you saw him, Ivan!”) Naïve and black and white in his view of “right”, almost disturbingly so, that’s what Felix had spat at him before storming off. But perhaps because Ivan wasn’t part of the battle, perhaps because Ivan’s fear of fighting and the way he shakes at the idea of it is so genuine, Felix doesn’t sever their friendship like he does with Dimitri. But Ivan can see they’re no longer “two peas in a pod”, that with Felix’s changing feelings towards the concept of “chivalry”, things can’t be as they once were. And maybe Dimitri is somewhat bitter about Ivan being able to maintain those bonds that he himself can’t find a way to. Another big shift shows up that adds more fuel to the fire of Ivan’s jealousy and bitterness towards Dimitri. The way his uncle, the court advisors, and noble after noble feel the need to tell him to help his brother, to look out for him and support him. The comments alone aren’t an issue, it’s what Ivan was doing anyways, because his brother is his idol and best friend. He loves him, truly. But the way they keep talking gives off warning signs. Before the tragedy he was shoved to the side and considered an afterthought, not worth a second glance and having nothing of value compared to the golden heir and crown prince. But now, with the way they’re telling him to support his brother and stay with him, it becomes more and more clear that they’re telling him to live only for his brother. Live for him, die for him. Ivan’s life is no longer his own, his dreams and wishes are no longer his own. He exists only for Dimitri now. He’s not good enough to actually help or provide any meaningful assistance, such as in battles or in politics, he’s only the spare after all, a weak and timid crybaby. But he still must do everything and anything for Dimitri (“You’re brothers, of course you would do anything for him, right? Anything at all?” “…Yes…” As if he can say no to them. As if he can convince himself he’d ever say no). Because it would be a tragedy to lose the crown prince, but not nearly as much if it was the second son. It’s suffocating. This varies from the main AU, where Ivan is still very jealous and bitter, but Dimitri’s death makes Ivan glorify him. His love towards his brother is very real there, but he goes overboard, which is a major factor behind his issues figuring out who he really is and how he truly feels once he goes by Ivan again in the main AU.

Character Description

The second prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and Dimitri’s twin. He is a timid and gentle young man who claims he’s not made for battle. And yet there may be something far more complicated to his nature, especially his feelings towards his brother.

Preferences

Likes: Writing and performing music, live musical performances, fiction books, board games, sparring, well-deserved appreciation, spending time with Dimitri

Dislikes: Himself, battles, darkness, horses and Pegasi, scorching heat, people who talk behind others’ backs

Stats and Growths

Base Stats - HP: 24 Strength: 7 Magic: 10 Dexterity: 6 Speed: 7 Luck: 8 Defense: 5 Resistance: 5 Charm: 8

Max Stats - HP: 65 Strength: 56 Magic: 71 Dexterity: 65 Speed: 69 Luck: 67 Defense: 42 Resistance: 44 Charm: 73

Stat Growths - HP: 35% Strength: 40% Magic: 50% Dexterity: 45% Speed: 45% Luck: 50% Defense: 30% Resistance: 30% Charm: 45%

Skills and Proficiencies

Skill Levels – Sword: E Lance: E+ Axe: E Bow: E Brawl: E Reason: D Faith: D Authority: E Heavy Armor: E Riding: E Flying: E

Strengths: Reason, Faith

Weaknesses: Axe, Brawl, Heavy Armor, Riding

Budding Talent: Lance

Faith Magic Learned: Heal, Recover, Physic, Nosferatu, Aura

Reason Magic Learned: Blizzard, Thoron, Sagittae, Meteor

Starting Skills/Inventory

Starting Class: Noble

Personal Skill – Second-born’s Struggle: If unit’s HP drops below 50%, grants unit +20 to Hit Rate, +10 to Critical Rate, and +5 to Damage dealt.

Crest – Minor Crest of Blaiddyd: The Faerghus royal family’s Crest, inherited from Blaiddyd of the 10 Elites. Occasionally doubles Attack and weapon uses for combat arts.

Other Skills: Lance Prowess Level 1, Reason Prowess Level 1, Faith Prowess Level 1

Magic: Blizzard, Heal

Combat Arts: None

Starting Equipment: Training Lance, Vulnerary

Academy Appearance

Ivan and Dimitri are identical twins, so physically there’s not much difference between him and Dimitri. The only real difference would be that Ivan’s hair is subtly softer looking and messier, a few more bangs, a couple strands out of place, that sort of thing. Their differences come more from non-physical things, like how Ivan’s voice is softer, or how he holds himself differently, always fiddling with his clothes or having a hard time keeping eye contact, shy and introverted. As far as clothes go, Ivan wears the standard male Academy uniform, the only personal touches he wears being white gloves and a blue cape that wraps across the front of the shoulders and clasps on his left shoulder with a golden fastener that looks like the lion representing the Blue Lions (and Faerghus as a whole).

Relationship with Blue Lions at Academy

Dimitri: Dimitri is rather doting and protective of his brother, which Ivan is sometimes annoyed by since he’s only a few minutes younger than Dimitri. They have a close relationship, although there are several obvious signs that they are at odds with each other, especially considering Ivan’s darker feelings of jealousy and bitterness competing with his genuine love for his brother.

Dedue: While Dedue’s devotion is for Dimitri, he and Ivan have a comfortable relationship. Ivan sometimes sits in the garden with him, Dedue taking care of the plants while Ivan reads or composes.

Felix: Felix finds Ivan’s rather cold, black and white view towards justice aggravating but doesn’t always push him away like he does with Dimitri. Ivan is the one who puts more effort into trying to spend time with him though.

Sylvain: Sylvain enjoys teasing Ivan considering how timid he is and how he still has a habit of hiding behind Sylvain when spooked. But they have a fun and easygoing relationship. And they like talking about music.

Ingrid: They have many favorite foods in common thanks to how Ingrid comforted him all the time when they were young. Ivan gets frustrated with how Ingrid sometimes still treats him like a child who needs to be protected.

Mercedes: Ivan has a friendly rivalry with her, since she’s a fellow healer and mage. He often goes to her for advice and lessons to improve his own techniques. He closest to her after his brother and friends. Dimitri likes to joke that Mercedes is trying to steal his brother for herself. Ivan sometimes notices a brief odd look on Mercedes’ face when Dimitri says that though.

Annette: Since they both love music and have skills with magic, they get along well. But Annette is often embarrassed singing or writing songs in front of Ivan since she finds him far more skilled, while Ivan enjoys her work and wants to work with her if she’d let him.

Ashe: Bookworm babies! They have a little book club (made of the two of them) where they love exchanging notes on books they read. Ashe also enjoys getting to know Ivan since he’s been curious about Ivan ever since hearing all the rumors and jokes about “the pathetic second prince” growing up.

First Meeting with Ivan

“A-are you the one who helped Dimitri? I can’t thank you enough! O-oh, is my appearance throwing you off? I’m Dimitri’s twin, Ivan Alexis Blaiddyd. Although, other than my face, I’m not much like him…”

First Kill

“Stop shaking! I had to do it! …Yes, I had to. It’s what they deserve for all they’ve done.”

Cooking (Pre-Timeskip)

“I apologize in advance, Professor. Cooking was never my strong suit.”

“This isn’t going as badly as I’d feared…Wait, did I just curse us? Oh no.”

Cooking (Post-Timeskip)

“I’m still terrible at cooking, Professor. I’m sorry about that…”

“Okay, this isn’t too bad. Oh, I better stop speaking before I curse us.”

Choir Practice

(Pre-Timeskip) “I’ve loved music since I was a child. But I…I still don’t have the courage to perform in front of a lot of people…This should be good practice for that, right?”

(Post-Timeskip) “No matter how harsh this war gets, no matter how much it tries to break me, I won’t abandon my music. It’s something that’s mine. No one will steal it from me.”

Counselor Note

“I’ve been hearing people say some cruel things about me when they think I’m not around. I’m used to such comments, but it still affects me. And I don’t have the courage to say anything. What should I do?”

(Bad Answer): You should grow a spine and confront them!

(Bad Answer): If you point them out, I can say something to them on your behalf.

(Good Answer): Talk to someone you trust. They can give you the support you need to make a decision.

Lost Item

Items

Collection of Fairytales (A thick book of many tales of fantasy and adventure. Something is written on the inside of the front cover, but the writing is smudged. Probably belongs to someone who loves stories.)

Book of Scores (A book filled with pages upon pages of musical compositions. Each sheet is covered in detailed notes. Probably belongs to someone who loves music.)

Childhood Picture (A portrait, worn with age, of a group of smiling children. Some of the children look familiar. Probably belongs to someone with several friends.)

(If item belongs to him): “Thank you! I…I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost this.”

(If item doesn’t belong to him): “I’m sorry, Professor, you have the wrong person…”

Gift

Liked Gifts: Forget-me-nots, Book of Sheet Music, Board Game, Ceremonial Sword, Legends of Chivalry

Disliked Gifts: Training Weight, Riding Boots, Hunting Dagger

(Received gift he likes): “For me? Truly? I don’t know what to say…”

(Received gift that’s neutral): “I’m glad that you’re thinking of me.”

(Received gift he dislikes): “Umm…Thank you…? Please don’t give me that look, Professor.”

Tea Party (Pre-Timeskip)

Greeting: “Thank you for the invitation.”

Liked Topics: Tell me about yourself, You seem well, Evaluating allies, The ideal Professor, Working together, Thanks for everything…, Favorite sweets, Shareable snacks, The library’s collection, Our first meeting…, Children at the market, Fodlan’s future, Books you’ve read recently, A word of advice, Someone you look up to…, A place you’d like to visit…, Overcoming weaknesses, The view from the bridge, Cats…, I’m counting on you, Past laughs, The Opera…

Disliked Topics: Reliable allies, Being the perfect knight, You seem different…, Dining partners…, Hopes for your future, Things you find romantic, Food for life, Capable comrades, The existence of Crests, Classes you might enjoy, School uniforms, You’re doing great work, Close calls, Mighty weapons, Sturdy weapons, School days, Cooking mishaps, Equipment upkeep, Monastery rules, The last battle…, A new Gambit…, Working hours for guards

Comments

“Umm, I’m sorry if I’m a boring conversationalist. I was never a social person growing up.”

“I thought you accidentally invited me instead of my brother. It wouldn’t be the first time-Oh! I-I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Thank you for all the support you’ve given me. It means more to me than you realize.”

“I…I’ve been composing some songs recently. But no matter how hard I try, I’m not satisfied with them. But I suppose if it was easy then everyone would become musicians.”

“I’ve always hated battles, but I knew I would have to face them eventually. So I chose to study healing. I wanted, at the very least, to make sure I could keep the people I hold dear safe.”

Extended Time Comments

“This is for me? You’re too kind.”

“Umm, are you trying to spot differences between my face and Dimitri’s? There really isn’t much. Trust me, I’ve looked.”

“My hands shake after battles. I don’t know if they’ll ever stop…”

“Sorry, if I’m being too quiet for you, Professor. I’m not really used to all this.”

End of Tea Party: “Thank you, I had a great time! …Could we do this again?”

Tea Party (Post-Timeskip)

Greeting: “I’m sorry for the wait.”

Comments

“I think I’ve gotten a little better at conversation over the past five years. At least, I hope I have…”

“I appreciate you, Professor. I apologize if that sounds too blunt, but I wanted you to know how grateful I am for all you’ve done.”

“I still compose sometimes, during the few lulls between battles. Some soldiers once asked me to compose some songs for battles, but I refused. I can never do that…”

“People call me childish for still cherishing my books of adventures and wonder. But why is it wrong to hold them dear? Is it really a sin to want to escape from all of this, for just a moment?”

“I often dream of when I was younger. Before this war, before the Tragedy of Duscur. I…I wish life could be so simple again. I’m sorry, please ignore me…”

Extended Time Comments

“A gift? You’re truly a kind one, aren’t you?”

“My hands still shake after all these years. Is that a sign of weakness? Or a blessing that I’m not desensitized to killing…”

“My scar? Please, don’t worry. It aches when it’s particularly cold, but otherwise it doesn’t hurt me anymore.”

“Thank you, Professor, for all the faith you’ve shown in me. I’ll work hard so that I won’t let you down.”

End of Tea Party: “Thank you for inviting me. Peaceful moments like this are a blessing amidst all this chaos.”

Dining Hall (Pre-Timeskip)

Favorite Food: Shares many favorites with Ingrid, so if a food is her favorite it will most likely be his as well. Also loves sweets.

“This smells delicious! I can’t wait!”

“Oh, m-my favorite. Professor, thank you so much!”

With Dimitri (Before the fight in their support)

Ivan: “What do you think, Dimitri? This dish makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

Dimitri: “Yes, I agree. It feels comforting, odd as that may sound.”

Ivan: “You better have seconds, then!”

With Dimitri (After the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “What do you think of the food, Ivan?”

Ivan: “It’s good.”

Dimitri: “Oh, that’s good…I’m glad…”

With Felix

Felix: “Why do I have to eat with you?”

Ivan: “Felix, don’t act like such a stranger! We always did so much together as children. Eating, playing, crying-”

Felix: “You better stop while you’re ahead.”

With Ingrid

Ivan: “Look, Ingrid, it’s another one of our favorites!”

Ingrid: “I know! I don’t think I ever realized how many favorite dishes we shared.”

Ivan: “And whose fault is that?”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Good food, good atmosphere. Now if only it was a lovely lady by my side.”

Ivan: “Am…Am I bad company, Sylvain?”

Sylvain: “What? Oh, no, no! I was just kidding, Ivan, I swear!”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “Oh, Ivan, did the advice I give you before work out?”

Ivan: “Yes, thank you, Mercedes! I hope my healing will be more effective now. And I apologize for the trouble.”

Mercedes: “No trouble at all! I’m happy to see you grow! We’ll be quite the healing duo, won’t we?”

Dining Hall (Post-Timeskip)

“It smells so good. I’m more than ready for this.”

“…Did you pick my favorite on purpose, Professor? If so, thank you.”

With Dimitri

Ivan: “…I…I’ve missed eating with you, Brother.”

Dimitri: “…I’ve missed it too. Let’s try to eat together more, alright?”

Ivan: “Yes! We have several years to make up for, after all!”

With Felix

Felix: “Do you really have to sit with me so much during meals?”

Ivan: “If you hate it so much, why don’t you find another spot?”

Felix: “Hmph. Cheeky fool…”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “I’m glad we can share meals together again, Ivan. I’ve missed it more than you realize!”

Ivan: “I’ve missed it too. Who else is going to be meal buddies with me?”

Ingrid: “Umm, please tell that’s not what you’re going to call us…”

With Sylvain

Ivan: “Sylvain? You’ve been staring for a while. You’re going to make me blush if you keep this up.”

Sylvain: “Will I? Ooh, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you go red! …Seriously though, don’t mind me. It’s just…been a while, Ivan.”

Ivan: “…I’ve missed eating with you too, Sylvain.”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “It’s so lively eating with everyone else again, isn’t it, Ivan?”

Ivan: “I agree. Lots of noise and laughing. And I’ve missed discussing healing techniques with you, Mercedes.”

Mercedes: “Oh, I’ve missed that too! Let’s exchange notes after this, alright?”

Instruction (Pre-Timeskip)

Bad: “Ahh, I…I’m sorry…”

Good: “That wasn’t so bad.”

Great: “I understand…Let me review it once more.”

Perfect: “It’s all coming to me!”

(Praise): “Y-You’re too kind to me.”

(Console): “Th-thank you for your concern.”

(Scold): “…I’m sorry…”

Instruction (Post-Timeskip)

Bad: “I’m sorry about that…”

Good: “Alright, I’m doing better.”

Great: “I starting to understand. Let me review it.”

Perfect: “I get it now!”

(Praise): “Oh, umm, th-thank you.”

(Console): “Heh, come now, I’m no longer a child.”

(Scold): “…Sorry.”

Certification Exam

Pass: “Will I be of more use to everyone now?”

Fail (Pre-Timeskip): “Even after all that studying? I, ah…I’m sorry…”

Fail (Post-Timeskip): “Some things never change, I suppose…”

Class Mastery

“I’ll put this strength to good use. I promise.”

Group Tasks (Pre-Timeskip)

“I-I’ll do my best!”

(Perfect) “We did great, Professor! Ah, I mean, I didn’t mean to sound so shocked about that!”

(Good) “We finished the task. Though I fear I may have dragged us down…”

Weeding

With Dimitri (Before the fight in their support)

Ivan: “Umm, Brother? You…You were joking when you once told me about those edible weeds, right?”

Dimitri: “What? No, of course not! Here, come with me, I’ll point them out to you!

Ivan: “Dimitri…”

With Dimitri (After the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “There sure are a lot of weeds, aren’t there?”

Ivan: “Uh-huh.”

Dimitri: “…Ivan…”

With Felix

Ivan: “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm~”

Felix: “How are you enjoying this?”

Ivan: “I’m not. I’m distracting myself.”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “Ivan, I don’t mean to push, but could you hum for us? This task is dreadfully boring.”

Ivan: “You read my mind, Ingrid! One song, coming up.”

Ingrid: “Thank you!”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Ugh, weeding. I can think of at least a dozen things I’d rather do than weeding.”

Ivan: “Keep at it, Sylvain. So long as you concentrate, we’ll be done soon enough.”

Sylvain: “I know, I know…”

With Mercedes

Ivan: “Say, Mercedes. I have a question about the weeds around here.”

Mercedes: “Do you? Well, I’ll do my best to answer, if I can! What is it?”

Ivan: “Are they…? Actually, never mind. I think I would prefer to live in blissful ignorance.”

Stable Duty

With Dimitri (Before the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “Are you okay, Ivan? You can stay over there if you want, I can take care of this.”

Ivan: “No, I appreciate the thought. But…I must be brave. I must!”

Dimitri: “So long as you don’t push yourself.”

With Dimitri (After the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “Ivan. Are you-?”

Ivan: “I’m fine, Dimitri.”

Dimitri: “The way you’re shaking says otherwise.”

With Felix

Felix: “You’re still afraid of horses? After all this time?”

Ivan: “I-I’m working on getting over it, I swear!”

Felix: “You’ve been saying that for years…”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “When we were younger, whenever I asked if you wanted to help me take care of my horse, you’d freeze in place. What made you so scared of them in the first place?”

Ivan: “Honestly, it’s been so long, I can’t remember anymore.”

Ingrid: “Hmm, how sad…Horses aren’t as bad as you think, you know.”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Alright, Ivan, my back is ready and here for you to hide behind!”

Ivan: “Sylvain…”

Sylvain: “Haha, sorry! But seriously, if you need a break, I’m right here, okay?”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “Are you alright? You’ve been trembling for a while now.”

Ivan: “It’s pathetic…No matter how hard I try, I can never feel at ease around horses.”

Mercedes: “Oh my, I see. But please, don’t call yourself pathetic! We all have our fears.”

Sky Watch

With Dimitri (Before the fight in their support)

Ivan: “Brother…”

Dimitri: “Deep breaths, Ivan. The Pegasi at the monastery are tame and gentle, they won’t hurt you.”

Ivan: “My head knows that, but my heart doesn’t agree.”

With Dimitri (After the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “Ivan?”

Ivan: “I don’t want to talk right now.”

Dimitri: “I-I see.”

With Felix

Felix: “How long do you plan on staring at the ground? You have to keep your eyes ahead if you want to keep watch.”

Ivan: “Please don’t take this the wrong way, Felix, but can we not speak right now?”

Felix: “You’re ridiculous…”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “You’ve been looking pale since we set off. Are you really that bad with Pegasi too?”

Ivan: “I know it’s pathetic, you don’t have to say anything.”

Ingrid: “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that.”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Hmm, I guess I can see why Pegasi freak you out as much as horses do. I mean, Pegasi are basically horses with wings.”

Ivan: “Sylvain, please…”

Sylvain: “Hey, no need to glare like that! I’m shutting up now.”

With Mercedes

Ivan: “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm~”

Mercedes: “Ivan, are you okay? Your humming sounds rather distressed.”

Ivan: “I’m okay! I swear, I’m okay!”

Perfect Result

With Dimitri (Before the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “We did well! Great work today, Ivan.”

Ivan: “Please, the credit should be all yours.”

With Dimitri (After the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “We did a great job together, didn’t we?”

Ivan: “…We did well, I suppose.”

With Felix

Felix: “Well, I guess that wasn’t so bad.”

Ivan: “You worked especially hard, Felix!”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “The job’s done, Professor! You did a good job, Ivan.”

Ivan: “Not as good a job as you did, Ingrid.”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “A perfect job! C’mon, Ivan, where’s my praise?

Ivan: “Yes, yes, you did a good job, my friend.”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “It was a lot of hard work, but we’re done now!”

Ivan: “Thanks for all your help, Mercedes!”

Good Result

With Dimitri (Before the fight in their support)

Dimitri: “My, that was hard work. Are you alright, Ivan?”

Ivan: “I’m fine. Sorry if I was going too slow.”

With Dimitri (After the fight in their support)

Ivan: “The job’s done, Professor.”

Dimitri: “Yes, we…we worked hard.”

With Felix

Ivan: “That was a lot of work. I’m sorry if I dragged us down, Felix.”

Felix: “Always looking to blame yourself for something, aren’t you?”

With Ingrid

Ivan: “Thank you for all your help, Ingrid.”

Ingrid: “My thanks to you as well, Ivan!”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Finally! I thought we’d never be done!”

Ivan: “I hope it wasn’t my fault we took so long…”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “I’m exhausted, but we did well, didn’t we, Ivan?”

Ivan: “I agree. Thank you, Mercedes.”

Group Tasks (Post-Timeskip)

“My, this brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

(Perfect) “I hope we met your expectations, Professor!”

(Good) “I hope we didn’t cause extra work for someone else.”

Clearing Rubble

With Dimitri

Dimitri: “There’s so much rubble around here. Forgive me for letting all of you deal with it by yourselves for so long.”

Ivan: “It’s alright, Brother…Just make sure to pull your weight from now on, alright?”

Dimitri: “I promise, I will.”

With Felix

Ivan: “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm~”

Felix: “…Never thought I’d actually miss that.”

Ivan: “Huh? What did you say, Felix?”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “So much rubble! It truly is a disaster.”

Ivan: “Hmm, hmm, hmm~”

Ingrid: “…Heh, well, at least one of us seems to be having fun.”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Good grief, every time we clear this area it’s like someone dumps another load of rubble just to spite us!”

Ivan: “The monastery did take a lot of damage over these past five years. Let’s work hard, okay?”

Sylvain: “I know…”

With Mercedes

Ivan: “Are you doing alright, Mercedes? If you need to take a break, feel free.”

Mercedes: “No, don’t mind me! It’s hard work but I’ve been training a lot these past five years!”

Ivan: “Haha, I see!”

Stable Duty

With Dimitri

Ivan: “…It’s not by much, but I think I’ve gotten a little more used to horses.”

Dimitri: “That’s wonderful, Ivan! You’ve grown so much while I wasn’t around. I’m proud of you.”

Ivan: “Th-that’s a little too much, don’t you think?”

With Felix

Felix: “Well, looks who’s not shaking like a newborn fawn.”

Ivan: “I’ve grown since you last saw me, Felix! I-Ah! S-stay away!”

Felix: “Hah…Well, at least he isn’t running away.”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “I’m glad to see you’re a little calmer around horses now.”

Ivan: “Well, I can’t be a cowardly child forever, can I?”

Ingrid: “…You’ve worked hard, haven’t you?”

With Sylvain

Ivan: “I must tell you, Sylvain, you won’t see me cowering behind you anymore! I’ve gotten a little more used to horses now, so I-Ahh!”

Sylvain: “You sure you don’t wanna cower behind me?”

Ivan: “…P-please don’t tell anyone.”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “Aww, these horses are rather sweet, aren’t they, Ivan?”

Ivan: “…Yes, I-I suppose they’re not so bad.”

Mercedes: “So long as you’re patient and gentle, I’m sure the day will come when they won’t scare you anymore.”

Sky Watch

With Dimitri

Ivan: “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm~ Dimitri, you’ve been quiet for a while. Are you surprised to hear me humming?”

Dimitri: “I admit, seeing you at ease enough to hum atop a Pegasus is surprising. But…I was just focused on your voice. I’ve missed your music…”

Ivan: “…Then, what’s your request? I’ll perform for you later, like when we were children.”

With Felix

Felix: “You’ve finally calmed down around Pegasi, have you?”

Ivan: “Well, yes and no. I still feel terrible around them, but I’ve gotten better at pushing through regardless of my fear.”

Felix: “Hmm…Not bad, I guess.”

With Ingrid

Ivan: “Ingrid, what is it about Pegasi that make you like them so much?”

Ingrid: “Well, I’ve always adored horses, so I suppose loving Pegasi was just natural. I adore the feeling of flying beneath the blue skies, the wind whipping past. It’s exhilarating!”

Ivan: “I see…I guess that does sound interesting.”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Hey, Ivan, how’re you doing over there? Don’t panic now.”

Ivan: “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm~”

Sylvain: “Heh, he’s in his own little world.”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “Hmm, hmm, hmm~”

Ivan: “Your humming sounds nice, Mercedes.”

Mercedes: “Why, thank you! I can see why you enjoy humming so much. It’s so relaxing!”

Perfect Result

With Dimitri

Ivan: “Well done, Dimitri! We never would’ve finished as fast as we did without you.”

Dimitri: “You’re the one who deserves most of the credit, Ivan.”

With Felix

Felix: “I suppose there are worse partner to work beside.”

Ivan: “Why, that just may be the nicest thing you’ve said to me since we reunited.”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “We managed to take care of everything. Thank you for all the help, Ivan!”

Ivan: “I’m glad to have been of service. Thank you as well, Ingrid!”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “Whew! All in a day’s work, huh, Ivan?”

Ivan: “You worked hard, Sylvain. Good job.”

With Mercedes

Mercedes: “We did well today! It’s all thanks to you, Ivan!”

Ivan: “Oh please, you’re the one who deserves the praise, Mercedes.”

Good Result

With Dimitri

Ivan: “Alright, the job’s done. I didn’t hold you back, did I?”

Dimitri: “You could never hold me back.”

With Felix

Ivan: “Good work today, Felix! We had fun, didn’t we?”

Felix: “Are you honestly saying that with a straight face?”

With Ingrid

Ingrid: “That was exhausting, but we finished up, Professor.”

Ivan: “Thanks for all the help, Ingrid!”

With Sylvain

Sylvain: “We’re done! Man, that was such a pain!”

Ivan: “Was it really that bad? I thought we were doing well.”

With Mercedes

Ivan: “We’ve finished the job, Professor. I’m sorry it took so long.”

Mercedes: “My, I’m exhausted! I’m glad you were there to help out, Ivan.”

#submission #willow #other dimitri au #bae's tags: I LOVE THIS AND I NEED TO REREAD IT!!#i NEED to know what went down in ivan and dima's support..... a fight?? wHAT FIGHT... what fight that went off and changed their groupwork #quotes....#ALSO i love love ivan's relationship with mercie!!#actually i love this au of the original au in the first place #you know what breaks my heart the most in the og au?#the DAGGER #god #imagining ivan getting it for dima and then just getting it delivered to himself is heartbreaking #sylvain and ivan's relationship in the au au is so cute too.... ivan doesnt want to hide behind him but...#i cant wait for part 2 angst!!!!#bc i need to see what happens to the boy in the timeskip!!!#also a 50% mag growth... whew

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