#echo has no idea he was going to get adopted so fast but he SURE DID
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Crosshair: I donât even like Echo heâs the worst I canât believe we did all of this for a reg
Echo: *makes jokes two seconds after being unplugged from the Techno Union computer, jumps on the back of a keeradak without hesitation, fights with them and kicks serious ass, and comes up with a strategy so chaotic even Tech was like âwhat arE YOU DOING?â*
Crosshair: âŠâŠ. I would die for him
#space chatter#the bad batch#tbb echo#tbb crosshair#theyâre so important to me#echo has no idea he was going to get adopted so fast but he SURE DID#the clone wars#the bad batch crosshair#the bad batch echo#oh fuck Crosshair and I have the same reaction after echo does anything#which is to go: I would die for him actually#LIKE EXCUSE ME#minute I saw Echo it was over for me he had my heart
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Ok but like hear me out .
One of the dc crossover fanfics where Bruce adopts a kid (Danny phantom or Peter Parker iykyk) but instead of you know the bats finding them on the streets or having a whole hero cants and mouse thing or Barbara seeing them in the library they just go to the Wayneâs doorstep asking for money after being broke and having the idea in a half drunken state or joking about it .
Like for example Danny after being chased away from amity park and escaping his parents sits on the rooftop and talks with a gargoyles named Gary
âYeah anyway thatâs how I got here Gary, no clue what imma do knowâ he says between another bite of pizza âlike Iâm pretty fucking broke and yeah maybe buying Pizza wasnât the best investment in my situation but I was hungry I think I deserve a treat after all that .â
Gary stays silent as the two of them look over the city . Sirens echo in the distance, a few roofs in front of the, a black shadow appears between the gaps of the buildings, disappearing into the shadow just as fast as it appeared. Must be one of the bats Danny thinks .
He sets the piece of pizza back down into the carton in order to take a swig of the wine he stole from Vlads gift basket before his great escape. The man puts puts them on the counter for Mandy to find on a weekly basis now as part of his latest attempt to woo the woman. Jack adored the baskets when they first appeared, exited to have his best friend care about him and his wife.
Danny didnât really plan on drinking it, he just brought it because it was the closest thing to grab. It was there so he took it . Now, sitting on the rooftop realising how fucked he truly was he decided he might as well be drunk for this too.
âAnd itâs not like any safe and sane workplace will take a random kid without paperwork. I probably need to do something illegal to go by now , Jazz would be so disappointed â another swig from the wine .
It was fruity and dry and scratched his throat and Danny honestly didnât enjoy the feeling but it made his wine just a little bit fizzier than before and it helped in a strange way.
Gary remained silent .
âsure there are a lot of Wayne foundations in Gotham that give out stuff , I did my research once I arrived after all, but theyâd call cps and cps would either give me back to my parents or just straight up hand me over to the government so that is not an option â
Another bite of pizza . It was delicious a stark contrast to the wine
âItâs not like I can just go to Bruce Wayne and be like âyo got some money?â the guy would probably think Iâm robbing him and call the cops and yeah, you get the gist of it Garyâ
Another few beats of silence .
âBut the dude is like crazy rich right? And he has his name on all of these foundations , and people say heâs an airhead so maybe I can just go to his house or something and ask for a donation. I mean it would be for a good cause , feeding a hungry homeless teenager is a good cause isnât it ?â
âYeah sounds like a pretty good cause Dannyâ Damny answered himself as Gary by lowering his voice . The way one might get more into his head than he thought .
âYou know what , I think imma just do this. Letâs just ask the rich guy for money he probably wonât even notice that heâs being scammed and if he does he probably has enough money nöt to care â
#danny fenton#danny phantom#batpham#dc x dp crossover#fanfic#fic writing#fic drabble#fic#drafts#batman
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Silly Squad 2nd Gen WIPS!
started on a little something something because I can't afford therapy to fix what s3 caused so-
Silly Squad families 10 years or so into the future :)
Find out more about the 'Silly Squad' here!
Star Wars said, "oh no sorry, the interracial poc couple can't be together" so I said fuck that!!! and made all of them poc/inter-species couples with mixed kids!! no i'm not biased at all.
Also, let's pretend that the clone aging thing isn't a,,, isn't a thing because 1) too much math and 2) too much angst potential.
Though it is funny to think about the clones with their fast aging and then their partners are all notoriously slow aging people ("black don't crack" and "asian don't raisin" sort of deal). You got this super old dude and then you look at their partner and they don't look a day over like 30.
No, I didn't cry while drawing this what the fuck are you talking about? Aha,, aha...ha...
Additional info about the families under the cut!
Starburst Family!
ok so since I've had Khea the longest, her family is the most thought out at this point
In order, from top, left to right: Itri (14/15), Marama 'Mara', Maia 'Mai' (both 10, 23 min apart), and Elio Nultez (7)
I made a post about them earlier so for more detailed info on their kids you can find it here!
Khea found Itri when she was about 4/5 years old and decided to take her in as a Foundling (she's also trans)
When Khea brought Itri back and showed her to Wrecker he was in complete shock (he thought she was Khea's biological daughter) but immediately took to the role as being a dad
Twins were an accident (oops) and an absolute handful but Khea and Wrecker wouldn't have it any other way
I saw a lot of people say that Wrecker would have a lot of kids and I agree, he's be a great dad (and he is!)
But pair that up with a Mandalorian wife? I'm sure both of them would adopt any and all kids that come their way
Not pictured is the twenty-something pets that their kids have adopted over the years - they could have a farm at this point
Sharpshooters Family!
I don't know where the idea came from but one day it randomly hit me how I wanted their family to be - but essentially after finishing s3 I knew Cross was just a girl dad through and through so I gave him a daughter
That's Akona and she's half Nautolan and half Pantoran! Oh and a HUGE menace!
Akon is eight and Cross found her when she was six
Since Pantorans have the yellow tattoos to mark their clans, Akona and Tay both got tattoos to represent Crosshair's, well, Crosshair tattoo since they're their own little clan
Tay also capped off his lethorns to prevent Akon from hurting herself and getting poked because she loves to climb all over him
Idk how they came across her but I'm thinking Cross decided to go out on a mission with Echo just this once and found her (and Tay was probably sick at home or something, idk)
Tay was super unsure about it (he's terrible with kids) but Crosshair assured him that things would be fine
And things are fine and better than ever :)
Scompscope Family!
I don't have names for these kiddos yet but I know I want them to be in tribute to Fives and Hevy!
So like,, I know technically Echo probably can't have kids and originally I was going to have them just adopt some clone cadets or something but uh,, me being biased I wanted biracial kids so-
BOOM! He can have kids in this AU.
They probably took some time to decide on the decision to have kids though since Echo and Viram are both dedicated to the cause of helping clones but eventually they do decide to settle down
Like all the Sec Gen kids, these two are absolute trouble makers and never back down from a challenge
They're a little less than a year apart, but they're 8 and 7!
TechPhee Family!
wow, I can't believe that this is actually canon guys!!! :D Isn't that amazing????
Anyways, Techphee kids don't have names yet but I am open to suggestions!!
Also,, these kids are an absolute THREAT. They're smart as hell, they're witty, they can fly a plane like it's nobody's fucking business, they're skilled with pistols and a vibroblade, there is NOTHING these kids can't do.
Except have 20/20 vision. Whomp whomp.
Hey, nobody is perfect.
Daughter is far-sighted and son is near-sighted!
Daughter is 11 and son is 8!
Guardians Family!
not pictured is the ten to twenty other kids that Hunter and Jung have adopted over the years
the super lovely and wonderful @taraneen and I were talking about this timeskip and she mentioned that she thinks that Hunter would eventually go back and adopt some kids after Omega leaves and I couldn't agree more
Him and Jung probably run some kind of orphanage or something where they talk in kids and if they so happen to be Force-sensitive, Jung helps them out with it
Look at these three, they're like,,, having a "who can grow out their hair the longest?" competition (Jung is winning)
Of course Omega loves all her new cousins and siblings as well :)
Omega is around 24 years old here so she's also like a big sister to all of them and they all look up to her and admire her deeply
#maybe i'm a little biased#i barely get rep as a biracial kid so let me have this#star wars said no you don't get mixed black kids#so i said fuck you and made a bunch of them#and the others are mixed too (expect omega obviously)#yeah no definitely not biased#tbb#the bad batch#tbb s3#tbb hunter#tbb echo#tbb wrecker#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb omega#phee genoa#khea nultez#tay'kaa marr#viram cossa#jung-myn yun#oc x canon#poc ocs#sec gen#baddies batch#silly squad#hunter x oc#echo x oc#wrecker x oc#crosshair x oc#techphee
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fic/plot ideas i may write â
ignore the different tense/povs. some are just ideas and others are written blurbs/summaries for the actual fic. idk i just have a lot of ideas. any that have "skz member undecided" you can totally tell me a preference you would love to see for that idea too. it may help inspire me to write it!
friends with benefits. skz member undecided. it starts with them meeting on tinder and now they only call each other when they're horny or lonely. but now [reader] develops feelings but the last time that happened they got their heart broken so they aren't exactly jumping at the idea of saying anything. so instead they slowly just stop answering the calls and late night texts 'till the [he] comes over one night and asks what's going on. wants to know why they're avoiding him. against [reader's] better judgement, they fall into bed with each other and usually [he] leaves before morning but instead they wake up next to each other the first time. so [reader] tells him that this needs to stop and kicks him out before anything else can be said.Â
past hookup. yang jeongin. jeongin was a bit of a fuckboy in college. sure, he did great in class and he studied hard but his freetime was spent at parties. work hard, play harder. a new girl each weekend, sometimes more than one, and really he could barely remember a name most times. then he meets them, someone who looked so sweet and innocent but hidden under that is someone who fucks around just as much as him. they end up squished into the dark bathroom of some party, his hand up their dress and hushed moans echoing through the space. there is just something abou them that's different, he ends up remembering that name. he's at least honest that this isn't anything more and he isn't interested in being committed or involved, thankfully [reader] agrees. fast forward a few years and he's a new teacher. there's this spunky little student in his class who has the same attitude as he does and he finds himself drawn to that kid. come to found out, this kids last name rings a bell. lo and behold, their parent is his one night stand that he remembers, the only name he ever remembered. strangely enough, this kid has his eyes too...
summer of music. skz member undecided. there's barely a plot for this one, it's really just the idea of a summer spent at various music festivals. they meet at one and spend their time together, no promises to anything after the week ends. and then they bump into each other at another one a few weeks later. rinse and repeat until the summer starts coming to a close.
what happens in vegas. skz member undecided. a weekend away from life is all you wanted. your friends had promised a relaxing vacation of alcohol and shameless outfits meant for attention. it's only fair seeing as your fiancée just left you at the alter, right? so what better way to get over that than to spend all the honeymoon money on a weekend away? at some point your friend group seems to adopt another friend group, here for their friend's bachelor party. the last night together means you have to go all out right? it's all a bit hazy the next morning and the memories don't feel real. except the ring on your left hand feels really real and the snoring body next to you wearing a matching ring feels even more real. the last hope it's a dream is shattered when your mother calls frantic because of course your drunk persona would send dozens of photos and a few videos of you getting married to a stranger in vegas.
#skz fanfic#skz x reader#skz x y/n#stray kids x reader#stray kids x you#skz writing#skz imagine#skz x you#* to be written.
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WIP Tag/Reblog Game
Thank youuuuu @aidanchaser!
List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)
An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing
Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!
Then tag 10 writer friends!
WIP TITLES
Specifically 5 fanfics this time around - the things that are loudest about rattling my head at the moment.
Timetravel AU - Septimus Heap After a series of escalating deaths, Marcia and Septimus use the House of Foryx to travel back in time and - hopefully - fix things.
Merlin Resurrection AU - working title "I Refuse" Merlin has been alive for a thousand years, and he just found out that the rest of the gang is back. The problem is, none of them fully remember anything: It's only just enough to spook Arthur hard enough that he cut contact with all of the others and is trying his hardest to just be an obnoxious college student.
Three is Company - Septimus Heap, role swap AU. Prequel/Equel to The Long Way Home. Answers such thrilling questions as "how did Septimus get adopted by the Queen?", "how much trauma can you put into one freshly-minted EOW?" and "What exactly IS going on between Marcia, Milo and Cerys?"
The Egypt Agenda Part 4: The Distant Goddess I have yet to properly write out my Egyptian analysis of Nona the Ninth! Also I've been meaning to put the other parts on Ao3 for a while
Gideon the Musical Ohhhh boy I just rediscovered this while going through my drafts and?? I mean no there's pretty much nothing in that file yet but now I really want to pick it up again
UPCOMING SECTIONS
I am two-thirds through the scene in which Septimus and Simon infiltrate the Young Army to rescue 412. I'm not sure why I haven't kept working because technically I'm at such a juicy point? 412 thinks he's about to be thrown into DN1, Septimus can't tell him what's really going on, and Simon is being told to do a spell that this-timeline Simon has no reason to know. It's GOOD I think I'm just scared I can't hit the correct balance for it
sgahjhgsshfdg Merlin just met Gwen and the Knights at a metal concert and they made their way backstage to greet Morgana and Morgause but like. Morgana is half-convinced he'll try to kill her again. Gwen is crying. Merlin is inwardly screaming because if THEY'RE all back does that mean Arthur is as well??? I probably COULD skip the explanations and just continue the scene where he confronts Arthur. I'm just.... not sure how to resolve it yet. Stubborn Prince is being Stubborn.
Milo just fished a baby from the river and is walking towards the Palace to greet his wife and newborn daughter. He is about to a) be accosted by a very panicked Marcia b) have to fast-talk his way past the Supreme Custodian and c) find out that his daughter is very dead. Noone is having a good day, except maybe for me, because all of this is setup for some VERY stupid miscommunication.
DID YOU KNOW that there's an actual myth in which "Alecto" runs off to live in a land where "John" has no direct jurisdiction so he has to send "Ianthe" to cajole her into coming back? YEAH. THAT
Act I works pretty well! Even Act II is fine! It gets more difficult after that. Anyway I have decided there's going to be a song called "To the Floor" and then it can have reprise elements in all the other duel scenes. How? I dunno whatever gave you the idea that I know what I'm doing
No way I can think of 10 and I don't know if any of you have already been tagged but hmmmm - @echo-has-queries @into-september @trainsinanime @liesmyth @septimus-heap
#chaos writes#tag games#there's nothing for ML on there right now.... there's already so much angst in these I couldn't stomach putting my Daemon AU on there too
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you + me = ? | n.r.
summary: after the war you and Natasha settle down, deciding to start a family in your cozy little home. The problem is though, how many times can hope be ignited before it fully burns out?
warnings: (trying to get pregnant) reader, canon/sterile Nat, swearing, Nat and you cry, post-endgame, sprinkle of angst with a very fluffy ending
word count: 4,016
im having baby fever rn im so sorry
-flashback, pre-endgame-
"I wanna have a family." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you both look up at the night sky, laying in the garden atop the Avengers compound. "What?" Nat asks softly, breaking out of her trance as she looks at you. You're laying on her chest and her arm is wrapped your back, Nat's other arm folded up behind her head.
"I wanna have a family, with you." You repeat yourself, making eye contact with your girlfriend as her brows furrow. "Y/n.." Nat's voice is hesitant and panic floods your chest, your eyes widening as you move to sit up. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, that was so quick-" You apologize quickly as you avoid Natasha's gaze, the redhead sitting up with you.
You've dated Natasha for two years but everything has been slow, knowing how the assassin will close herself off if you try and move too fast (emotion wise).
"Hey Y/n no." Nat says softly as she looks at your side profile, a soft frown forming on her face as she sees you. "That's not the reason why." She says as she gently turns your head to face her, fingertips delicately grabbing your chin. "I do want to have a family with you, moya lyubov'..it's just that I can't." Nat whispers and you finally lock eyes with her, seeing the pain and sadness on her face. "What do you mean?' You ask carefully and she sighs, waiting a beat before deciding to tell you. "In the Red Room me and all of my other group mates were sterilized..it was like a sick graduation ceremony that prevented us from having a family of our own." She tells you and hurt immediately grips at your heart, seeing Nat avert her gaze for a moment.
"Why?" You question and she purses her lips together, one of your hands rubbing her knee gently. "So we would never have any distraction from our mission..so that our only purpose in life was to kill and be used as a weapon." Disgust drips from Nat's voice at the last part, your soft hands on her wrist bringing her back to reality. "Im so sorry Nat, I shouldn't have anything I didn't know-" You start to apologize again but Nat stops you with a soft shake of her head, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Don't apologize, Y/n. I'm the one who should be sorry for not being able to give you the family that you deserve." She says and now it's your turn to shake your head, grabbing Nat's hands and caressing them gently. "Its alright baby." You smile gently before an idea pops into your head, your eyes lighting up and Nat gives you a look of curiosity.
"Besides.." You start, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you really..truly..wanted a family with me, there could still be other options. Like adopting or getting a surrogate..or I could get pregnant instead." You suggest and Natasha's eyes light up like the stars in the night sky, a small laugh escaping your lips as you see the excitement on her face.
"Really?! You'd do that?" She asks and you nod your head, giving your girlfriend a soft kiss before laughing. "Mmhm, but you'd have to put a ring on it first, Miss Romanoff." You giggle and Nat wraps her arms around you again, both of you laying back down on the blanket. "Im planning to, future Mrs.Romanoff."
-present day, post-endgame-
You nervously pace around the bathroom as you wait for the three minutes to be up, Natasha sitting on the edge of the bathtub and observing you walk back and forth. The pregnancy test is laying by the sink and you canât help but glance at it every few seconds, not having felt this nervous since battling Thanos and his army. Youâve faced gods, powerful Titans, super soldiers, but youâre sure this the most nerve wracking thing youâve ever had to do. Once the timer on Natashaâs phone goes off, you practically jump towards the sink, Natasha leaning forward a bit more on the bathtub. Picking up the white and pink pregnancy test, you nervously turn it over in your hands, eyes scanning the small window for the results.
Natasha doesnât even have to ask for the results when she sees your shoulders slump and your face drop, quickly getting up from the bathtub to wrap you up in her arms. Hugging you from behind, she can see the negative test in your hands, gently kissing your cheek when you donât say anything. âItâs okay baby, we can try again.â She says softly and you shake your head, slowly placing the test down and closing your eyes.
âNat, what if somethings wrong with me?â You whisper and her arms hug you closer, tears pooling under your eyelids in frustration. âNothing is wrong with you malysh.â Natasha reassures you and you turn in her arms, releasing a shaky breath as you press your face into her neck. âThree times Nat..three fucking times..â You sigh and she only holds you closer, knowing how much hope the both of you had for this one. âI know, I know.â Nat hums softly as she rocks the two of you back and forth gently, feeling the hope starting to dwindle from you. âWhat if we just werenât meant to have a biological children? What if we werenât meant to have lives after the war?â You question out loud and Natasha pulls back, gently tilting your chin up so you can look her in the eyes. âHey no, donât say that. We were meant to have a family Y/n, biological or not.â Nat takes a pause to brush some hair out of your face.
âLetâs try one more time, okay? And if that doesnât work then we can look into other options.â She continues and you think for a moment, not knowing if you could go through the hope and pain again. âOkay.â You whisper softly and Nat nods her head. âOkay.â She echos you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you back in for a hug.
ââââ
Natâs leg is bouncing up and down as she watches the timer tick down, only ten more seconds before you can check. This is the last try, all or nothing. Youâre too anxious to pace this time, instead opting to sit next to Natasha and leaning into her as you watch her leg bounce. âYou know..whatever happens, I love you.â Nat says softly when she sees you blankly stare at her knee, lost in thought about whatâs going to happen. âI love you too.â You reply equally as soft as you look up at your wife, grabbing her hand and intertwining them slowly.
Leaning into each other, you both share a soft kiss, love shining through the small interaction. You both only pull away when the timer dings, Natasha rubbing your back as you sigh and get up. It feels like time slows down as you walk towards the sink, heart pounding in your chest as you reach out to grab the test. The bathroom is silent as you pick it up and flip it over, looking at the little window for the results. Youâre silent as you look at the results, body frozen in place as you stare at the test. Natashaâs brows furrow and she gets up, sighing as she rubs her temples.
âBaby Iâm so sorry-â âItâs positive.â You interrupt Nat midway through her sentence, your voice in disbelief as you see those two pink lines. âWhat?â Natasha asks, unsure if she heard you right. âItâs positive.â You repeat as you turn to face her, pregnancy test in hand as you smile from ear to ear. âYouâre pregnant?â Natasha asks, almost in disbelief as she stares at you. âIâm pregnant.â You nod your head and Natasha immediately sweeps you up in her arms, hugging you right and picking you up from the ground. âHoly shit! Weâre gonna have a baby!â Nat laughs as she spins you around, joyful giggles falling from your lips as you cling onto your wife.
âOh my god weâre gonna have a baby.â Nat breathes out as she comes to a stop, quickly putting you down once the realization hits her brain. âShit, youâre pregnant we need to be careful.â She says and you only laugh, pulling her down a bit to kiss her. âYou donât need to be that a careful dummy, but yes..Iâm pregnant.â
ââââ
âTony gave us an iron man onesie.â You laugh as you hold up the tiny piece of clothing, Natasha grinning as she watches you. Even though the announcement was made a week ago, the gifts have been steadily pouring in, Tony insisting that he pays for the majority of the things that are needed for the new arrival.
He paid for the crib, the high chair, the car seat, most of the nursery, and all the bottles and toys a newborn could ask for. Pepper had a huge part in it too, having experience since bringing Morgan into the world. âThat man is self centered.â Natasha laughs as she walks over to where youâre sitting, her heart full of love as she kneels down next to you.
âMmhm.â You hum in agreement as you fold the article of clothing away, Natasha handing you the next gift. Youâre about sixteen weeks along and youâre already showing, a small baby bump forming from your midsection. You both decided to wait until the second trimester to tell the rest of the team, wanting to enjoy the first few months in peace.
Natasha watches you wordlessly as you open a gift from Steve, a smile tugging on her lips as she sees the captain america pacifier. âI love you so much.â She blurts out randomly and your head turns to face her, a smile on your face as you gently kiss her.
âYouâve gone soft Romanoff.â You tease and she only laughs, gently kissing you again. âI blame you, youâve made me domestic.â She grins and you roll your eyes, placing the gift to the side.
ââââ
As the pregnancy goes along, you start to notice Natashaâs lack of touch, the redhead only going as far as running her hands through your hair or holding your shoulders. You have no idea what has gotten into her and you're determined to investigate, missing the way Natasha used to spoon and cuddle you all day.
Your questions were finally answered when one day you and Natasha were watching TV in bed, the redhead's arm slung around your shoulder as you lean into her. When the commercial break finally came on, you turned your head to look at your wife, curiosity written all over your face. "Why don't you cuddle me anymore, Nat?" You ask softly and she looks at you with confusion, lowering down the volume on the TV. "What do you mean? I cuddle you all the time baby." She says and you shake your head, reaching up and gently toying with her hair.
"Ever since I've gotten pregnant you've treated me like I could break at any moment, what are you so afraid of?" You question and Natasha sighs, glancing at her lap for a moment before answering. "With these hands I've done some awful things Y/n..things too horrific to say out loud. I feel like if I touch you or the baby I'll just ruin it, or hurt you..like everything else in my life." Nat confesses softly and your heart melts at how scared your wife is, knowing how much she's struggled with her past and with the red in her ledger. "Natasha Romanoff." You whisper, gently grabbing her hands to put them in between the two of you. "You are the kindest," You start, gently kissing her knuckle. "Most caring." another kiss, "Most selfless" another kiss, "Person I've ever met" another kiss. "And I know, with my whole heart and soul, you would never do anything to hurt me or the baby." You look up at her and gently rub your knuckles over the back of her hands. "So please stop acting like you will. These are the hands that I love, the hands that will raise our child, they're strong and secure, so stop thinking otherwise." You finish as you wordlessly move both your hands towards your belly, gently placing Natasha's hands over the bump.
The redhead is stunned as your hands rest over hers, the baby suddenly kicking. A wide smile spreads across your face as you both look down at your belly, the baby never having kicked before. "That was the first time they've ever kicked." You inform Natasha and you could see her still processing that fact. "That's our baby?" She asks softly and you laugh, nodding your head. "Mmhm, that's our baby. They recognized their mama." You say fondly as the baby kicks again, Natasha's heart bursting with warmth as she looks at you.
Slowly, Natasha moves to lay down on the bed, resting her head right beside your bump and holding it gently. "Hi malen'kiy golub'." She whispers softly, your hand coming down to gently play with her hair. You smile as you watch Natasha gently cuddle with your bump, knowing without a doubt that she's going to be a great mother.
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Placing the stuffed animals down on the table, you turn to look at Natasha, a giggle coming from your lips as you walk over to her. "What?" Nat grins as she turns to face you, putting the paintbrush down to the side.
"You're a mess." You laugh as you rub some pastel green paint from her cheek, both of you deciding that the nursery would be painted a light grey with a pastel green accent wall. "I'm still hot though." She teases and you only roll your eyes, cupping her face as you gently kiss her.
"Yeah yeah you're always hot." You laugh and Natasha looks around the room, grinning at the stack of Avenger's themed stuffed animals your team gave you. "They're all trying to be known as the cool uncle aren't they?" She asks softly and you nod your head, knowing that whatever Avenger your child takes after will forever have that bragging right.
"Let them have their fun, they're happy for us." You smile and Nat only sighs, shaking her head with a small smile on her face.
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You feel like Natasha was more anxious than you when you went into labour, your water breaking in the middle of the night. There wasn't any dramatic screaming or freaking out, you just calmly pushed the sheet back and let out a soft "huh" as you saw the damp bedsheets.
"Oh, okay we're doing this." You say before turning on the light, acting like it was any other day as you gently shake Natasha awake. "Nat, baby wake up." You whisper softly as Natasha stirs, squinting at the light once her eyes opened. "Y/n? What's wrong?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she rubs the sleep from her eyes, seeing you in a sitting up position.
"My water broke." You say and it takes a second for the words to process in Natasha's brain, the redhead suddenly sitting up and fully awake. "What? Okay okay it's happening. It's happening." Nat says as she pushes the sheets off herself, her mind immediately going to all the books she's read over the past nine months. You've already packed your hospital bags a few weeks in advance so you aren't too stressed about it, only needing to change and grab a few extra things. Natasha, on the other hand, is working on full overdrive, pulling on sweatpants and making sure everything is in order.
"Natasha, baby." You say as you gently grab her arm, needing your wife to slow down if you're going to survive the next few days. "You need to calm down my love." You say softly as you hold onto her shoulders, making the redhead look at you and take a few deep breaths. "Okay..okay. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous." Natasha admits and you nod your head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"It's okay to be nervous Nat, you just need so slow down. We haven't even gotten to the hospital yet." You laugh softly and she nods her head, waiting a few more moments before stepping back slowly. "Okay, let's have a baby."
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Your head is resting back against Natasha's shoulder as she acts like a backrest to you, allowing you to grip onto her hand when your contractions hit. Nat has been nothing but supportive the entire time, humming reassuring words into your ear as the pain washes over your body.
"Fuck." You whimper once another round of contractions end, Natasha's hand coming up to gently push back the sweaty hairs sticking to your forehead. "You're doing amazing baby, I'm so proud of you." She hums and you sigh, closing your eyes as you feel your wife rub your back. It's quiet as you feel Natasha's hands move down to your bump, rubbing your stomach softly as she sighs.
"Come on malen'kiy golub, your mommies are so excited to meet you." Nat coos and you smile into her neck, warmth flooding your chest as you listen to her. "And I know all of your aunties and uncles are excited to meet you too. We're so excited to hug you, and kiss you, and watch you grow." She hums as she rubs small circles on your belly.
"So please come out before your mommy kills me." Both of you laugh and you snuggle more into Natasha's embrace. "You're going to be an amazing mom." You whisper and Nat grins, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. "Yeah?" She asks and you nod your head. "Yeah..I couldn't have asked for a more amazing wife, best friend, and now..a mother to our daughter." You hum and Nat blushes, kissing you gently.
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Your eyebrows furrow as you grip onto Natashaâs hand, pain coursing through your body as you deliver the baby. âYouâre doing amazing y/n, almost there.â Nat says as you practically crush her hand, hiding the pain in her face as she watches you. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl." The doctor announces as the baby's cries fill the room, your chest heaving as you lay back. Nat cuts the umbilical cord ("I've seen worst in Budapest") and they place the baby on your chest, draping a blanket over the two of you to keep you warm.
"Hi baby." You coo as you hold your child close to your chest, Natasha standing next to you with unshed tears in her eyes. You look up at her and sniffle (you're crying so hard at this point) as you see the look of awe on her face, smiling as you gently reach out to grab her hand. Softly placing her hand atop of the baby's blanketed back, she slowly moves her thumb, the child's cries quieting at both of her mother's touch. Nat is speechless as she watches the tiny newborn cling onto your chest, loving the warmth radiating off of your body.
"She's a boob man, just like her mama." Nat whispers and you laugh, that being the first thing that comes to her mind. Your child's hand slowly comes up and wraps her fingers around Natasha's thumb, that being the breaking point for the tears as they finally fall down her cheek.
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"Are you gonna hold her or are you just going to stare at me?" You ask as Natasha watches you and Mila sit on the bed, the two of you now alone with your child. Natasha looks hesitant as she walks over to you, never feeling so nervous as you look up at her.
"You aren't going to break her Nat." You say and Nat's eyebrows furrow, seeing the tiny infant look up at her with Y/c/e. The baby took from both you and Natasha, having scarlet red hair from her and beautiful y/c/e from you. "I just don't know..I mean what if I drop her? What if I do something wrong?" Nat worries her bottom lip between her teeth and you only beckon her to come closer, scooting over so she can sit on the hospital bed.
"You won't Nat, I promise." You reassure her and she slowly sits down on the bed, following your instructions as she places her hands out. Gently transferring the baby into her arms, you smile as Mila looks up at her mama, letting out a soft "gah". "See? She loves you already." You hum as you rub Mila's hair gently, seeing the love on Natasha's face. "Hi Mila." Nat breathes out as you rest your head on her shoulder, watching your wife interact with the baby. The tears return to Natasha's eyes as the newborn looks up at her, her emotions going everywhere as she processes that this is her child, her little bundle of joy that she gets the privilege of sharing with you. "Thank you." Nat whispers out as she looks at you, a smile on her face as she sniffles.
"For what?" You question and she only kisses you softly, smile still on her face as she pulls away. "For giving me another reason to live for." She whispers and her statement covers a wide range, thank you for being her wife, thank you for giving her a chance, thank you for her daughter, thank you for giving her the family she's always wanted, just thank you.
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Mila's cries ring out through your room and pierce your eardrums, rousing you and Nat from your slumber.
"Mm, I've got it." You sleepily mumble out of instinct as you start to get up, now used to getting woken up in the dead of night.
Mila still doesn't have a sleep schedule since she's a newborn so sometime's she'll sleep for a few hours and other times only for ten minutes.
This time around though, you get gently pushed back onto the bed by Natasha, feeling a comforting kiss placed on your temple as your wife gets up. "I've got it, moya lyubov'." She whispers and you don't have enough energy to resist, watching as Nat walks over to the bassinet. "Hi malen'kiy golub, you have a healthy set of lungs don't you?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she pulls the newborn from the crib, cradling the baby to her chest and gently rocking her back and forth. "Yeah I know, it's okay baby. It's okay, mama's got you." She hums as the baby's cries slowly die down, you still sitting on the bed as you watch your wife in awe. "Your mommies need their sleep huh little one, that sounds nice doesn't it." Nat yawns and you cant help but smile.
"But don't worry, every time you wake up we'll be here okay? We'll love you and hug you each time you cry. And I'm gonna protect you, malen'kiy golub. I won't let anything happen to you or your mommy, I promise." Natasha coos as she continues to rock Mila, not noticing how you're wide awake now. It's a soft, quiet vow, spoken in the dead of night, that Natasha will protect her family with everything she has in her..and it makes you fall more in love with her, if that's even possible.
Getting up, you make your way over to your wife, gently placing your hands on her shoulders to notify her of your presence. She knew you were coming as soon as she heard the bedsheets rustle, even in her tired state she was looking out for the two of you. "Hi." Nat greets you softly and you only hum, a tired smile on your face as you rest your head on her shoulder. Your hand comes up and is gently placed on Mila's back, rubbing soft circles on her onesie. Natasha's heart swells as she looks at her small family, smiling when you kiss her cheek. "I love you." You whisper before looking down at your daughter. "And I love you too." You hum, gently kissing her fiery red hair. Nat kisses your temple gently and closes her eyes, finally at peace with her daughter in her arms and you at her side.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x y/n#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff#marvel#black widow#mcu#black widow x reader
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I had this idea, I dunno if itâs dumb or not, but I figured if anyone knew it would be you! Yâknow, cause you seem like you know way more than me about all these mcyt guys and gals? Anyways, I saw that a lot of people headcanon that Shlatt was Tubboâs dad, and seeing all those dad!Shlatt AUs gave me an idea:
What if after Shlattâs dead, after things have settled, after Tubbo becomes president and spends most of his time cleaning up the messes and mistakes Shlatt left behind- he discovers he wasnât Shlattâs only child. He finds handwritten letters in Shlattâs files from a distant village, all of them fairly recent, asking him for child support money, or asking him to take âhis mistakeâ with him. But the last letter Tubbo finds is a typed one informing Shlatt that the woman who sent all the previous letters has died, and that he has 1 month to come collect his child, or theyâll become a ward of the state; itâs been roughly 2 and a half weeks since that letter arrived. How would Tubbo react to all of this, and more importantly, would he take on the responsibility of becoming his new siblingâs guardian?
I donât know how I became the person to come to for this lol. I hope you enjoy!
The Girl with the Horns
Pairings: Brother! Tubbo x Child! F! Reader
Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, Implied Buillying, Swearing
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    Tubbo looked up the old White House building, taking a deep breath before going in. Inside, he immediately scrunched up his nose at the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
    âDamn it, dad.â He muttered under his breath before starting to clean up the building.
    He said heâd clean the building out himself as his father was the one who trashed it and now was that day. A lot of his presidency was cleaning up Schlattâs mistakes before he even ran the rest of his new country. He sighed as he put another empty bottle in a trash bag. Schlatt had really lost it running things.
    Slowly but surely, Tubbo was able to get the White House to a much cleaner state. He was now in the main office and was searching the drawers for his father's inevitable âsecretâ booze stashes when he found some handwritten letters tucked in the very back of the drawer. Frowning, Tubbo took them out and saw them all addressed to Schlatt.
    Sitting down, Tubbo read the letter on top and his eyes went wide, back going straight as he reread the words before him.
    I want money for this child you helped bring into this world!
    A child?
    The rest of the letter was talking about asking for child support and Tubbo was floored. Quickly, he read the next letter and it was much of the same, demanding Schlatt to take responsibility.
    âHoly shitâŠâ Tubbo muttered. âI gotâŠI got a sibling?â
    He made his way through the rest of the letters, his heart clenching when the woman writing the letters called his poor sibling a mistake or made stabs at Schlatt.
    Then the last letter was a lot more formal. It was stamped with an official seal and dated. Schlatt had opened it as told by the broken seal but had obviously also put the letter back without a care after reading. Tubboâs breath hitched as he read the letter though.
     Dear Mr. Jschlatt:
    We are sorry to inform you Miss Trentha has passed in an accident.
    Behind, she has left a five-year-old (Y/N), of which in our records has your name on her birth papers. We will give you a monthâs time to make a decision; after, we will have no choice but to send (Y/N) to become a ward of the state.
        Tubbo quickly looked at the date of when the letter was sent.
    âTwo and a half weeks!â Tubbo exclaimed as he jumped up. âShit! What should I do?â
    He looked around the office he had spent time cleaning trying to process everything at once, words failing him. In a few short moments, he had found out he wasnât an only child, that Schlatt hadnât even looked back at this girl or her horrible mother, and that the sibling he just found out about was going to become a ward of the state! Schlatt had at least been kind enough to Tubbo to let Philza raise him but this child going into the adoption systemâŠ
    âI-I got to run LâManberg. Thereâs so much to do.â Tubbo ran a hand through his hair as he panicked.
    But then Tommyâs words echoed in his head.
    You canât become the next Schlatt.
    Schlatt was obviously going to let this child fend for themselves, Tubbo couldnât be his father. He had to at least meet them. With a new will, he gathered around his friends, and with reassurances that they had LâManberg covered, Tubbo set off on a horse to the village. It was a good three-day journey, so heâd only have roughly a week left to make his decision of what he was going to do.
    Coming to the village, Tubbo took a deep breath as he stared at it. What was she going to be like? She probably didnât have the best raising based on the letters that the mother sent. Tying up the horse outside the main hall, Tubbo went in, going through the various processes to prove that he was indeed Jschlattâs child and proving that his father was dead.
    After, they took Tubbo to a home where a bunch of children were outside playing but there was one that stood out among them and it wasnât because she was sitting alone. It was because she had tiny horns on top of her head that were just starting to come in. Tubbo put a hand on his horns that were just starting to curl without thinking.
    âThatâs (Y/N).â The man that led him here nodded to the little girl.
    âSheâs five, right?â Tubbo asked.
    âYes. Sheâs not very talkative, but you can introduce yourself to her.â
    Tubbo had few guesses why she didnât want to talk. He went over, a few of the other kids were pointing at him. (Y/N) was using a stick to push images in the dirt, looking up when a shadow got in the way of the sun. Tubbo smiled when he saw her surprise when she looked up at him, he sitting next to her, wearing his casual wear rather than his suit.
    âHi. Iâm Tubbo.â He introduced himself to her.
    (Y/N) was silent as she stared obviously at his horns. âYou have hornsâŠâ
    âYeah, I do. Iâm a ram just like you.â
    âReally?â She met his eyes now.
    âMhm. I, uh, I actually knew your dad because he was my dad.â
    She shifted as she looked back at the ground. âDaddy was a bad man.â
    Tubbo winced, putting a hand on his neck. âWhy do you say that?â
    âMommy use to say that.â
    âAh. WellâŠdad wasnât the greatest, I agree. It wasnât nice for him to leave you alone.â
    The little girl was silent and Tubbo tried to think of a subject change.
    âDo you like drawing?â
    She nodded. âMommy wouldnât let me use paper but I like drawing in the dirt.â
    âOhâŠdo youâŠhave any friends?â
    She put a hand on one of her little horns and he immediately understood.
    âI get it.â He smiled gently, putting a hand on his horn. âI didnât have a lot of friends until I met my best friend Tommy. Iâm sure you will find some friends.â
    His heart melted as she gave him her first small smile. âI hope so.â
    He sat with her just talking away, the time passing so fast without either of them knowing as they talked. He felt like he learned so much but so little about her; yet, he loved every moment sitting with her. She had to go back with the other children of the orphanage but within a few hours, Tubbo made up his mind. He couldnât leave this little girl with everyone else; heâd take her back to LâManberg.
    So, in the morning, Tubbo put on his suit to be professional and he did the paperwork before waiting for them to bring (Y/N). (Y/N) came in timidly and Tubbo smiled gently as he crouched in front of her.
    âHey, so, I donât want to leave without you, would you like to come with me? I can introduce you to a few of my good friends.â
    ââŠTheyâre all nice like you, right?â
    He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, a few of them are pretty nice.â
    She looked around but nodded. âOk.â
    He grinned as he stood up. âThen Iâm going to take you back to my home.â
    They got the few things that she owned and Tubbo put them on the horse. After, Tubbo changed into more appropriate riding clothes before getting on with (Y/N).
    âAlright, here we go.â He muttered before getting the horse to go.
    Off they went to LâManberg, Tubbo making sure they had shelter each night. It was a bit stressful for Tubbo on these few days. He had gotten used to not eating every day but he had to remember now to make sure (Y/N) ate. He also had to remember this was boring as hell for her so he tried his best to make little games as they galloped along. There was a point he went off on a bee tangent for half an hour after spotting one and pouted to himself when he saw (Y/N) had fallen asleep against him but he kept an arm wrapped around her so she didnât fall off.
    As he got back to LâManberg, he huffed as he saw Tommy and Fundy arguing as Quackity was laughing, Ranboo standing to the side awkwardly. Yeah, thatâs how he expected his cabinet to act with him gone. He tied up his horse, grabbing (Y/N)âs things before taking her hand as he walked over to them. As the pair went over, (Y/N) hide behind him shyly.
    âGuys!â Tubbo called.
    âTubbo! Tell this furry bitchââ Tommy started.
    âOh, fuck off Tommy!â Fundy shouted back.
    They started having another go.
    âGUYS!â Tubbo shouted, making (Y/N) jump with the rest of the group. âI have someone for you to meet, so can you shut it?â
    Tommy spotted the little girl peeking out from behind Tubbo, noticing the horns first.
    âHoly shit, she has horns like yours.â Tommy went around Tubbo.
    âYeah, this is (Y/N), sheâs my little sister.â
    âA sister?!â Tommy looked at Tubbo surprised.
    Tubbo nodded. âI adopted her.â
    âIâm sorry?â
    âItâs a long story but Iâm back and Iâm got to bring her to my house,â Tubbo told them before walking off, feeling the little girl squeeze his hand tighter, probably getting overwhelmed.
    They got to Tubboâs house and he looked around.
    âErâŠYou can have my room. Iâll need to make you a room.â He smiled at her.
    âOkâŠthank you.â
    He patted her head between her horns. âI couldnât leave you behind sis. Letâs get you settled in and I can make us some steak. Sound good?â
    She nodded.
    Tubbo knew it would be stressful learning to take care of another human while he had to run a nation but he had his friends to help him. He hoped he could do all this right.
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lover is a day
a/n: hi pals !! here is a sort of angsty but fluffy fic inspired by another cuco song ! i cant believe tfaws is over i miss them already :[ lyrics in bold ! srry for any typos </3
buckys mind is racing all the time, youâre there to slow him down
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will you love this part of me?
Bucky tried his damn best to keep you out of the avenging part of his love. He never introduced you to the team, only telling Steve about you and Sam finding out because he stole Buckys phone and you just so happened to call him.
You saw the trends on Twitter, seeing the videos of your boyfriend easily take down seven men in a bar in madripoor. You tried your best to not watch it, knowing he wouldnât want you to. Curiosity getting the best of you, you clicked the trend, mouth dropping as you saw the way he fought.
His eyes were cold, he moved like it was second nature to him, it was frightening to see how easy it came to him.
You jumped as your phone vibrated, an incoming call from bucky pausing the video. You hesitated before answering, putting on a bright smile and trying to forget what you had just seen.
âhi doll faceâ Bucky smiled, you heard the thumping of music in the background.
âhi buck, are you at a club?â You questioned, a smile on your face as he let out a sigh, rolling onto his back on the couch he was on.
âIâm at Sharonâs place, she has this whole museum club thing going onâ he explained, your eyes wide at the mention of the agent.
âSharon? like Steve Sharon? Sharon from shield?â You questioned, bucky smiled at your interest, nodding along to your words, quickly replying when he realized you werenât on FaceTime.
Bucky kept you in the loop, not wanting you to get caught off guard if anything were to happen. He just made sure you were never in danger and no one knew about you, as much as heâd want to shout from the roof just how much he loved you.
âthatâs the one, Iâll explain when i get backâ he spoke calmly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands as he put you on speaker.
Bucky talked about some movie he wanted to watch, your mind drifting back to the video, your heart thumping in your ears.
âdoll?â He asked, his voice echoing in you room.
âwhat, sorry i got distractedâ you replied, trying to play it off. Bucky frowned, his heart sinking at the realization.
âyou saw itâ he spoke simply, moving to sit up on the couch again, his eyes focusing on the floor.
You wanted to lie, say you had no idea what he was talking about. But you couldnât, mouth opening only to close seconds later.
âI never wanted you to see that part of meâ he spoke, you stayed quiet, letting him talk.
âDoll, Iâm not him anymore i promiseâ he hesisted, âZemo made me do it and i didnât think i would- i just im gonna goâ he spoke, hanging up quickly, heart heavy.
Furthering my distance from you
Bucky was never the best at speaking his mind, always too caught up in his own thoughts to say what he felt, thinking it never mattered and he should keep to himself.
You texted him right after, telling him to please take care, that you loved him. He didnât reply.
It wasnât for another couple days when he came home, entering quietly trying to not wake you up in case you were asleep already.
He set his bags down softly, entering the room and expecting to find you curled up. Buckys heart raced as he looked up to see you staring at him with a smile on your face, getting off the bed quickly and throwing yourself onto him.
âi missed you so much jamesâ you whispered, squeezing him slightly as your arms wrapped around him.
ây/n i-â he began, pushing you back softly. You let go reluctantly, knowing he wanted his space.
Iâm okay as long as you keep me from going crazy
âBucky, itâs okayâ you replied, stopping him from going down a rabbit hole if you didnât. You looked at him, the light from your bedside lamp only slightly illuminating the room.
âi know thats not you anymore, sometimes you have to do somethingâs to get stuff and i get that angelâ you spoke, looking at him softly, slowly grabbing his hand and squeezing.
âi still love you bucky, with all my heartâ you smiled, wishing you could see the way his cheeks flushed at your words.
He looked up from the floor, you could barely making out the way his lips turned up in a small smile.
âdo you really?â He whispered, stepping closer so that your faces were only inches apart. You nodded, eyes flickering to his lips after a couple of seconds.
âI love you more dollâ he replied, ears burning as you pulled him in for a kiss, holding the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.
You pulled away with a smile on your face, looking at him for a second before throwing your arms around him, holding him tightly. Bucky wrapped his arms around after a second, placing a kiss ontop of your head, never wanting to let you go.
You canât get by with a lie
Bucky shot up, sweating and breathing heavy, looking over to see you stirring slightly at his movement.
âbuck?â You mumbled, eyes still closed as you turned opening them slightly to reach for the super soldier. You placed a gentle hand on his vibranium one, looking at him with your fuzzy vision.
ânightmare?â you mumbled, sitting up and looking at him, his chest still heaving as he shook his head.
âno it- Iâm fineâ he spoke, âCmon letâs get back to sleepâ he smiled tightly but you shook your head, looking at him sternly.
âJames we talked about this, please, talk to me angelâ you looked at him, now fully awake and wanting to help bucky through his nightmares. He hesitated, sighing and fiddling with the edge of the blanket.
âokayâ he nodded, heart racing as you helped him through his nightmare. You reminded him how he had changed, how he was a new person and he was trying his best to make amends.
âYouâre okay, youâre here and youâre freeâ you spoke, hugging him tightly and stroking his arm soothingly. Bucky nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on your beating heart.
Funny thing about you is you read me pretty well
You clenched your fist, wanting to throw your laptop across the room as your work frustrated you once again. Your breathing was heavier and you let out a small sigh, not wanting to alert bucky.
After a couple more minutes you felt the tears pricking your eyes, squeezing them shut in hopes they would go away.
You got up quickly, heading toward the kitchen to get a drink of water, leaving bucky alone in the room. He turned to look at you, noting how fast you were walking and the way you were breathing shakily.
Bucky gave you a minute, waiting to see if youâd come back. When you didnât return he followed you, seeing you staring out the cup in your hand with intense focus.
âdoll, whatâs wrong?â You looked at him, putting a smile on your face and shaking your head.
âIâm fine buck, just thirstyâ he frowned, walking towards you and pulling you into his arms.
âi know you too well for that to work on me dollâ he sighed, stroking your back softly as you but back tears, finally letting a sob out. âlet it out doll Iâm here.â
Me and Mr. Heart we say the cutest things about you
Bucky smiled at the way you jumped for joy when you saw a dog in the park, immediately talking his ear off about how you had always wanted your own.
âdonât you think we should adopt? I think weâre at that point yâknow?â You smiled, starry eyes as you turned to look at him.
Never in his life had he felt more in love, he thought of how perfect you looked, with slightly messy hair from the wind and a stain on your shirt from the time he accidentally splashed paint on you.
He felt the world around him fade away, focusing only on you and your words, rattling off some facts about people with pets being happier in an effort to convince him.
Bucky thought of the way you had always cared for him, living him with all you were. He thought of how you were the most caring person in the world to him, how you were the most radiant person in the room no matter what.
He loved you so much and all he wanted was to make you happy.
âIâve always been a cat personâ he teased, loving the way you rolled your eyes with a playful smile on your face.
âwe could get a cat, theyâre calm and sweetâ you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot.
How could bucky say no when you looked so excited?
You held the white cat in your arms a few weeks later, a huge smile on your face as he purred into your touch.
âwelcome home alpineâ you smiled, setting the cat down and letting him explore.
Buckys heart grew in his chest, you seemed so unreal. You were everything he ever wanted and everything he ever needed. And you were all his.
You looked at bucky, a smile on your face as he picked up the cat, setting him gently on his lap.
âthought you were gonna get us a dog the whole time we were thereâ he spoke, looking at you as you stared at the pair, standing across the room and putting away some cat food and toys.
âyou said you were a cat personâ you replied, âplus youâre happy right?â You questioned, walking over and sitting down next to him, reaching out to scratch the back of Alpines ears.
âvery happy dollâ he smiled, eyes settling on the cat in his lap, wanting to place kisses all over the now sleeping feline.
âthen Iâm happy that youâre happyâ you smiled, kissing his cheek softly, letting your head rest on his shoulder and enjoy the company of your now two favorite boys.
My lover is a day I canât forget
âDo you remember how we met?â You asked suddenly, bucky smiled as he recalled the memory.
âdoll itâs 3 amâ he chuckled, the streetlight sneaking in through the curtains as you two lay in bed.
âso you donâtâ you huffed, turning so your back would face him. Bucky smiled at your reaction, quickly turning you back around to face him.
âof course i do dollâ he replied, a soft smile still on his face, âwhy?â
âwhat did you think of me?â You wondered, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. You had a small smile on your face as he began talking.
âi thought you were too nice, they got your whole order wrong and you still ate the whole thingâ he smiled.
Buckys eyes had immediately landed on you when he entered the small diner, seeing you smiling with a couple of your friends.
Steve was insistent on getting him to go to more places and this was #1 on his list.
âso those are my favorites you can always look through the menu though i guessâ steve smiled, noticing his friends focus on you.
âthank you!â You smiled at the waitress, taking the dish from her, turning to your friends as soon as she left.
âi didnât order thisâ you grumbled, your friends insisting you send it back.
âbut what if sheâs having a bad day already? and this is the last straw? Itâs fine i can just eat it itâll be fineâ you shook your head, taking a bite and making a face.
âsend it back y/n!â Your friend persisted and you shook your head, you were so stubborn.
âitâs not that bad!â You smiled, eating the whole thing, âwish it was the other one thoughâ you giggled as your friends rolled their eyes.
Bucky kept glancing over at you, trying to not make it obvious. Steve decided against saying anything, making easy conversation with his best friend.
You hit your friend gently, a blush on your face when your eyes had landed on the two super soldiers.
âokay donât be obviousâ you began, âthatâs steve rogers and bucky barnes?â You whispered, your friends all turning and looking at the table.
Bucky had just so happened the be glancing over, making eye contact with you, his face went red as he saw your whole table staring at the pair.
âYou were so shy, you didnât even have the guts to say hiâ he teased and you punched him softly.
âyou didnât say anything either in my defenseâ you smiled, fiddling with his dog tags.
You turned back quickly, slapping a hand on your face as your friends laughed. âI said donât be obvious did i not!â
âdidnât you say you would die for him? You talk about him almost everydayâ your friend teased and you hit her, face burning.
âshut up! theyâre super soldiers what if they hear youâ you snuck a glance at their table, seeing the way bucky had a small smirk on his face and Steve was holding back a laugh.
âi hate you guys, i really doâ you mumbled, âshould i say sorry? I feel like i should say sorry right?â
âYou just want an excuse to give that man sex eyesâ another one of your friends spoke up and you rolled your eyes.
You snuck a glance at bucky making eye contact, you gave a small smile which he happily returned, waving slightly. You waved back, quickly turning back to your friends as your heart raced.
You and your friends paid and left not long after, Steve and bucky following a couple minutes after. You said your goodbyes in the parking lot, giving them tight hugs.
âyou sure you donât want a ride?â They had asked and you shook your head, waving her off as you walked to the bus stop down the street, sitting on the bench and scrolling through your social media mindlessly.
You looked up as someone sat next to you, giving them a small smile before realizing it was bucky. Your eyes went wide and you froze, eyes focused on your now locked phone. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
You glanced at bucky, face flushing when you made eye contact.
âyou were so charming, i still donât understand how you could be so calmâ you spoke, looking at him as he let out a snort.
âi was shitting myself the whole time dollâ he laughed, âIâm surprised i didnât fuck up the moment i opened my mouth.â
âIâm buckyâ he smiled, extending his had for you to shake. You smiled back, shaking his hand before replying, âIâm y/n.â
You were quiet for a second before turning to face him again, âIâm sorry for my friends in the diner, they can be a bit muchâ you chuckled, fiddling with your phone in your hands.
âdonât worry âbout it, Iâm flattered honestlyâ he replied and you cocked your head.
âoh?â You replied, confused at his response.
âI mean to have a pretty girl like you thinking about me? An honor reallyâ he spoke smoothly, a charming smile on his face as he looked at you.
âi- well- uh, thank you?â You let out a breathy laugh, and he smiled at you, moving onto another topic of conversation.
Next thing you knew the two of you were sat together on the bus, laughing as you two exchanged stories and talked about your interests.
âthis is my stopâ you frowned, not wanting to end the conversation yet. Buckys heart raced, debating on wether or not he should make a move or not. Steve would surely have his head on a spike if he didnât.
âi- well, if you want i can walk you, itâs dark and i donât want you in any dangerâ he spoke, stumbling in his words.
âIâd love that buckâ you smiled and he looked at you with a grin on his face, following you out of the bus.
The evening air was cool, it felt nice against your flushed skin, a smile on both of your faces as you walked towards your apartment. The sound of your laughter filling the open air.
You arrived at your apartment building, exchanging numbers and saying goodbye, already looking forward to see each other next time.
âcanât believe you walked me backâ you giggled, butterflies in your stomach as you remembered how flirty he was that night.
âi never told you but i had actually driven to the placeâ bucky blushed, âSteve had been busy earlier so we met up thereâ he laughed as your mouth flew open.
âso you had to go all the way back to get your car?!â Bucky smiled bashfully, âyou even paid to take the bus!â You squealed, sitting up quickly and leaning against the headboard.
âI wasnât gonna let public transportation stand between me and the love of my life!â Bucky replied quickly, sitting up next to you.
âyou barely knew me!â
âi wanted to get to know you! that was the whole pointâ he shot back, a smile on his face when he noticed how flustered you were.
âyou did all that for meâ you looked at him fondly and he nodded.
âand Iâd do so much more for you nowâ Bucky smiled, kissing your cheek softly before moving to your jaw and then your lips.
âI love you so much dollâ he whispered, pulling you into his arms. You let him wrap himself around you, holding you closely to his chest.
âi love you more lovelyâ you replied, placing a soft kiss on his bicep. He held you for a couple more moments before letting go, letting you move back to his side and lay on his chest.
âyou do so much for me doll, you keep me grounded, you make me happy, you keep me from going crazy, wish i could do the sameâ he mumbled, his fingers scratching at your scalp and making your eyes flutter shut.
âyou do all that and more for me too james, you just never realizeâ you whispered, yawning as he continued his movements.
âhow about we go to sleep, and Iâll tell you all tomorrow just how much you do for me, yeah?â You mumbled, opening your eyes slightly. Bucky nodded, laying down and getting comfortable, moving so that he could spoon you, draping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest.
âgoodnight lover boyâ you mumbled, he smiled at the nickname.
âgoodnight dollfaceâ he whispered, kissing your neck softly before closing his eyes, hearing alpines soft purring from across the room.
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bearberry bargain | pyre
male arctic fox shifter x gender/body neutral reader 10,261 words lemon | older shifter, knotting, oral, penetrative sex, no choking but there is throat touching, tricks and bargains, getting lost note: this was the Story of the Month for December 2020 over on my Patreon! It is loosely tied into the same world as my dragon fellow Arroven, but reading Arrovenâs story first is most definitely not required.Â
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The tundra is a gorgeous, but unforgiving landscape. You can hear the words on repeat in your head, clear as a twice damned bell. Worse than that, you can see Bristle, the orc woman that had served as your guide out here, in your mind's eye saying the words as she gestured to the fog drenched terrain. And The Mirrored Teeth are a little more dangerous than most. In the rain, or like now, in the fog, the stone spires gleam. They are beautiful, and all too easy to mistake for a far off porch light, or street lampâbut that isnât whatâs truly dangerous out here.
Bristleâs partner, a curly haired satyr by name of Rhim, with coins jingling in his carefully coiffed beard, had then stepped up to speak. Unfortunately, The Mirrored Teeth werenât named for the teeth-like spires alone. The mirroring, or in this case, echoing, is the real danger. Voices carry strangely out here when the fog is thick, and if someone is lost? Our first instinct is to travel towards a light, or someone shouting. Whether the voices are our own, bouncing back to us from the spires or the mountains, or theyâre the product of a still-living magical area?
Theyâd both spoken in unison then, smiling at each other with the ease of familiarity: Donât follow the voices.
Each person in the tour group had been given a small token after their list of safety precautions, to serve as a tracker in case someone was separated. One person had asked if it was likely to get lost, and Bristle had snorted before sheâd adopted her tour guide voice again. To come out here in the first place, everyone had been asked to sign a waiver because, inevitably, someone did end up wandering away. They followed voices that sounded like loved ones from past or present. They followed voices that sounded like themselves, calling out warnings. It was generally why people ended up taking the tour in the first place, listening eagerly for a voice theyâd long since thought lost, or some kind of warning from their future self, so compelling and entrancing that they must be the product of magic. Most, though not all, of the people were generally found. Overtired and aching from sleeping on the ground out in the cold, but otherwise unharmed. Whatever caused the voices, magic or not, didnât seem to hurt people, only leave them confused.
A few of the others currently with the group had come out for more academic reasons. Art and science in most cases, but otherwise those going on the tour were magic chasers, looking to record the fog voice phenomena for further study.
You might not have come out here with a recorder, but you canât exactly deny that magic chaser applies to you as well. Claims of The Mirrored Teeth holding tangible residual magic are terribly rampant. Youâve wanted to witness it for yourself, to hear the voices, or feel the soft ache of magical energy on your skin, just the once. Youâve wanted⊠Well, itâs hard sometimes, not to want to feel the call of magic.
âAnd look where itâs led you,â you mutter, searching your pockets for the hundredth time. You know you wonât find the token, that you must have lost it when you slipped on some slick moss about an hour ago, but you canât stop yourself now. Itâs like trying to leave a loose thread alone once nervous fingers have found it. You keep reaching for the token, keep trying to find it, even though you know nothing you do will help any longer. You donât recognize any of the surrounding terrain.
When youâd started out with the tour group, there hadnât been anything but fog and the scrubby ground, hardened by a hidden layer of permafrost. Youâd seen pictures of the teeth-like spires, but hadnât been able to spot any when you first arrived. Now, every time you turn around it feels like youâre surrounded by the damned things. They radiate a soft glow, magnified further by the heavy mist and from far off? They look just like the teeth theyâre named for. âDone in by moss,â you add, straining your eyes to see further through the fog. âNot even by the voices!â Which, frankly, was disappointing. Not that you wanted to be lost in the first place, but hearing some of the voices the Mirrored Teeth are known for would have at least given you a better reason. An expected reason to be lost or wandering away from the group. Instead youâd simply slipped, brushed off a handful of withered greenery and pebbles, and had gotten back to your feet to find yourself alone.
Youâd shouted yourself hoarse after the first half hour, calling out for Bristle and Rhim, staying in the same place, or assuming youâd stayed in the same place. Youâd bent to find the token again, but even that had apparently been too much movement. Every time you lifted your head to look away from the ground, there was a different bit of flora springing up in front of youâand then youâd nearly smacked yourself head first into one of the spires, none of which are clearly marked on the map you have of the surrounding area. Thereâs always too much mist to plot them.
âBristle! Rhim?â You call out again, cupping your hands around your mouth, not knowing if you should even hope for some kind of answer. What if they donât answer because of the echoes? What if thatâs the reason theyâve yet to answer in the first place?
The soft crack of a branch makes you whirl, throat growing tight when you spot the shadow of three figures through the fog. They straighten up, huffing, and the fog slowly spins away, shadows coalescing and revealing an older man shouldering a pack that heâs clearly just dug up from the ground. For a moment, heâs silent, staring, hand clenching tight at his pack as his eyes rove over your face. His gaze dips to your feet and lifts quickly back to your face before he wipes the surprise from his expression. âI hoped I was mistaken,â he grouses in a soft voice, tossing his head to get his ragged mane of salt and pepper hair out of his eyes. âBut âlo, a human. Those tours are getting earlier and earlier every year, arenât they?â He sighs, not asking like he expects an answer, but more like heâs just making an unpleasant statement. For half a second you have a retort on your lips, but the longer you stare, the more words vanish from your vocabulary.
The man has clearly tried to tame his ragged hair, weaving it into a messy, short braid thatâs just long enough to hang over his right shoulder. There are earrings hanging from his right earlobe, dangly things that clink softly while he brushes impatiently at the dirt on his knees. His jacket, once a lovely heather gray, and obviously a match to a long lost suit, is patched and worn in multiple places. His jeans are nothing to write home about either, with frayed hems and patched knees. He has silvery stubble on his cheeks, and crows feet at the corners of his copper eyes, andâand a long tail, like a bottlebrush, fur standing on end. Until he sees that youâre watching. The tail vanishes behind his legs and your eyes zero in on his sharp nailed fingers, the backs of his knuckles covered with pale, soft looking hair. He grimaces, baring razor edged teeth, and promptly makes to stride past you, not even bothering to wait for you to get out of the way. He draws a rough breath as soon as he bumps into you, flinching away from actually knocking you to the ground, but itâs near enough to set your temper stoking.
Frankly? His manners are atrocious. But youâre also lost somewhere out in the tundra, and even if he doesnât know where your tour is, he knows of them. You wrestle your temper into staying silent and rush after him.
âWait! Hey, wait up,â you ask, ignoring the thrill that runs through you when you snag hold of his jacket sleeve and his tail bristles again. Heâs not just hiding a tail either. His feet look more like great canine paws, which meansâ
The man whirls, and you spot two furred ears hidden under his uneven hair before he yanks his arm away from you, breathing far too fast. âSurely you know better than to grab at a shifter?â He hisses, leaning in close to your face. For half a second, heâs close enough for you to feel warmth radiating off of his body, but then his nostrils flare and his voice grows quiet. âOr are you from one of those backwater humans only villages in the East?â
âIâmâIâm sorry for grabbing you,â you blurt, mildly startled by his proximity to your face. âAnd while yes, that wasnât a smart idea, Iâm lost out here. Would it have been smarter of me to let you leave me in the dust before I asked for directions?â You take a slow step back, though you donât let your eyes drop from his. Youâre not going to take your eyes off of him for even a second if it means the fog is going to swallow him up and leave you all on your lonesome again.
The shifter narrows his copper eyes, highlighting the faint wrinkles in his brown skin. âLost, you said?â He straightens, and keeps staring, eerily still. His frown only grows more pronounced when you nod your head. âYouâre three days out from where the tours start. How long have you been lost?â
âThree days,â you repeat, uncomprehending. For another few seconds, the words donât make any kind of sense. Youâve been separated from your group, according to your watch, for just over an hour. When you glance at the timepiece, only another handful of minutes have passed, but not enough time to even come close to explaining three days worth of travel. Your pulse is already racing, but itâs beginning to grow past the point of discomfort and into painful territory with how hard your heart is working. How the hell are you supposed to get back? âThatâs not possible,â you breathe.
He doesnât soften, but for a few moments he doesnât look quite so irritated. âIf you heard anything at all on that tour, then Iâm sure you know it is possible. Residual magic, yes? It can do quite a bit more than just throw voices like a puppeteer.â He shifts his weight, like heâs ready to leave the moment you give him a chance.
âIâve been lost for an hour,â you say, hoping that will spell out exactly how ridiculous you find his claims. âAnd I did my best to stay in one place. Iâve barely even begun to walk anywhere, and I didnâtâdidnât feel anything magical.â
âIsnât it terribly rare to feel anything magical?â He asks, only gently mocking. âSo few people even notice when something magical has happened to them. Now, it sounds as if the fog leapfrogged you through space,â he adds, wrinkling his nose. âOr did those green guides of yours not mention that something like this might happen?â He waits, but when you donât immediately answer, the shifter sighs again, shakes his head and pivots, heading back into the still-swirling fog, ready to leave you behind.
You make another desperate grab for his sleeve, thankful that he only grimaces when he turns back to face you again. âIn fact, yes, they did forget to mention! If you happen to have a satellite phone, or maybe-â
The shifter laughs and your grip on his sleeve grows slack. Heâs rather handsome when he smiles, and looks like some kind of down-on-his-luck musician, dreaming of his glory days. You hastily let go of his sleeve, before he decides to yank himself away a second time. âMe? Olâ Pyre, wandering about the tundra with a satellite phone?â He lifts his bag, clumps of dirt still falling from it. âIâm coming out this way to spend the winter in my other skin, and generally? Foxes have no use for phones.â He lifts his chin, scenting the air, and then nods his head in the direction behind you. âHead that way and the fog is likely to lead you right back.â
âLikely or certain?â You press, scowling. âBecause thereâs a rather large difference between those two options, and Iâm not going to risk myself on likely.â
Pyre huffs out a sharp edged: âWhich do you think?â before he registers the way your hands are starting to shake with nerves. His mouth opens, and then snaps shut. For a long moment heâs quiet, gritting his teeth, eyebrows furrowed. âYouâre not prepared for more than an evening trek through the tundra, are you? Enough food for a snack and dinner round a campfire before they herd you back?â
A small wave of relief loosens your shoulders. If heâs asking, then surely heâs not going to turn tail and leave you all by your lonesome? You start to smile, ready and willing to ask for further help, but Pyre turns away with a quiet curse.
âPitiful idiots,â he says, glancing up at the sky, even though he canât see anything but the vague hint of daylight through the thick fog. âThree days. And leaving would be akin to murder.â He bares his teeth, still looking up for a few seconds longer before he turns a sharp look your way, fingers curling and uncurling at his side. âIâll lead you as far as the Slavering river. If you stick to that and keep yourself from wandering off into the fog again, youâll certainly make it close enough for those idiot guides to find you.â
Slavering, the river is called, Bristleâs voice picks up in your head again, because they once thought the tundra a hungry thing, with teeth besides. Sheâd gestured to the West, though none of the group had been able to spot or hear the roar of the water yet. It had just been another wall of fog over hard earth and low growing shrubs. Weâll end our hike there.
You offer Pyre your hand, still worried about the trek, still ill at ease with what the fog has done, but feeling decidedly less panicked. Residual magic my ass. As soon as Iâm back, the guides are going to expand that little safety speech of theirs.
âThank you, really. I appreciate it. If I hadnâtââ
âSave your breath for the walk,â Pyre mutters and fully ignores your outstretched hand, skirting around you in a wide arch so he wonât risk touching you accidentally. He doesnât get more than a few paces away though before heâs turning to look at you over his shoulder. âAnd keep up. If the fog decides to deposit you somewhere else, there arenât many other helpful shifters wandering about the area.â He saunters off ahead, trusting you to make your own way, but the fur on his tail doesnât lay flat until youâre jogging to catch up with him.
âAre there dangerous shifters then?â You risk asking, thankful for your heavy coat and the weight of your own pack. Bristle and Rhim hadnât mentioned any shifters in the area at all, but then they also hadnât told any of you that the residual magic might move you without your knowledge. Perhaps they would have, if youâd been allowed to stick around, but it feels like a glaring oversight, now that youâre all the way out here. Maybe this is why they make everyone sign the waiver. Not because of some idiotic, siren-like voices, but because of magical fog.
Pyreâs ears twitch, visible for only a split second through his hair. âDonât wander off,â is all he chooses to add before he falls silent, doing his best to stay several steps ahead of you to discourage speech.
âThatâs encouraging,â you mutter, and his ears twitch again, but he doesnât respond. The walk to the Slavering is going to feel like a very long one from the looks of it, and it isnât just because everything looks much the same no matter which way you turn. You shove your hands deep in your coat pockets, watching the middle of Pyreâs back, and do your best not to unconsciously search for the lost token. You already know your pockets are still empty.
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Despite Pyreâs desire for absolute silence, he mutters about things without thinking. He comments quietly on a hare speeding away when a noise startles you. He grabs up handfuls of wild berries off of the scrubby bushes you pass, promptly dropping any that are too spoiled to be edible. He flicks some of them away with soft, but mocking farewells until he recalls that youâre not far behind him, listening to everything he says. Pyreâs threadbare shoulders always rise with embarrassment, but after the third time it happens and he remembers youâre there, he sighs, shaking off his chagrin. He pauses just long enough to grab your arm and slap some of the berries into your open palm, doing his best not to meet your eyes.
When he speaks, he keeps his eyes on your fingers, touch careful and tense. âEat those if youâre feeling peckish, or save them for this evening and you can boil them down into tea. Donât dive into any of your stores if you can until sometime tomorrow.â
âWhat about you?â You ask, noticing that heâs barely kept any at all for himself. A berry or two slips away, rolling off of your hand and dropping to the ground.
Pyre arches a brow, closing your hand around the berries so no more can fall before he takes a step back. âIâll be hunting as soon as I leave you by the river. Iâm more than well equipped to look after myself out here. A few berries wonât make much of a difference.â
âIs this a regular thing for you then? Coming out here to the tundra once a month for shifting?â
âFor the winter,â Pyre corrects in a sour tone, and then turns back to his chosen path again. âComing out to the tundra isnât a regular thing for you though, is it? Or was it just the magic that left you so frightened?â
The berries heâs given you are small and gleaming red, and you donât much care for his continued irritable attitude. You pop three into your mouth while you ignore him, expecting it to be, at the worst, bitter. Instead itâs dry. You make a noise of distaste, which makes Pyre glance back again. He stops, confused for all of two seconds before his eyes widen and he chokes on his laugh. The sour twist of your mouth is clue enough. âDefinitely not a regular traveling spot,â he states. âUnfamiliar with bearberries?â
âI hope that isnât what they taste like when theyâre boiled,â you mumble, doing your best to refrain from scrubbing at your tongue. âAnd no, the tundra isnât really a prime vacation spot for me or most anyone else. The draw of lingering, tangible magic is a little too much for some people to ignore though. Maybe not everyone, but some of us.â
Pyre hums, tail raising when he hops over a strange looking crack in the earth. âFeeling a call?â He asks, voice far too even to be pleasant.
Thatâs a personal question in most places, and Pyre has already quietly mocked your interest in magic once. He does seem the type to poke at uncomfortable topics though, to try and get a rise out of someone. His tail is still bristled out as well, quietly hinting that heâs not in a pleasant mood. âIs that why you come out here during the winter? I donât hear much about other shifters vanishing for an entire season, fox or not.â
âThe only call Iâll ever feel is the one to shift,â he grumps, but he does smack his lips and slow down for a moment, letting you keep pace. âI make bad decisions,â Pyre finally adds, as if that clarifies anything at all.
âAll the time? Or-â
âSmartass.â
âThat wasnât even hard, are you really going to fault me for that one?â You wait, patiently, but no answer is forthcoming, and then he rushes forward a few steps ahead. âIâll take that as a yes?â You call out, but Pyre just keeps walking, like heâs reached the end of his tolerance for speaking politely with another living being. âWell, that was nice while it lasted,â you mumble, frowning when you spot his shaking shoulders. Heâsâheâs laughing. Maybe he isnât suffering from lack of manners entirely, but instead has been too long out of practice.
âNot all the time,â Pyre calls back when he trusts his rasp of a voice not to betray his amusement. âJust a fourth of it.â
For the season, heâd said. You snort and donât even try to hold back a smile when Pyre tilts his head to look at you. His head immediately snaps forward and he shakes it, as if to ward off an unhappy thought. Heâs grumpy because... heâs awkward and shy? The last of your fear, still borne aloft by the way heâs spoken thus far, by his quiet mutter of akin to murder eases immeasurably. You follow after him now in less strained silence, a bit more confident now that youâll make it back to the tour group in one piece.
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Your confidence lasts until early evening, when visibility is becoming a huge issue for you. No matter how well you might see in the dark, the fog feels like itâs pressing in on you from all sides. Pyre hasnât slowed by much, but then you see the pale, rapid swish of his tail, moving so fast it looks for a moment like he has more and then you recall that heâs a shifter. His eyesight, as well as his sense of smell, are by far better than your own. He might be able to keep going well into the night, butâYou grunt, catching your toe on a white rock the height of your ankle. Before you can fall, or do much more than exclaim in quiet pain, Pyre has his hands on your shoulders, keeping you up and steady.
âItâs dark,â he says quietly, by way of apology. âWeâll stop for the night just up ahead. Can you make it?â
âWithout tripping over rocks or falling on my face, you mean?â You breathe in, and promptly swallow. He smells a bit like fresh campfire smoke and the faint citrusy scent of the bearberries and heâs entirely too close. You donât necessarily want him to move away though, not with the darkness growing thick around you. âProbably not,â you admit quietly.
Pyre hums, breathing in slowly, and the sound is terribly intimate. â...you need a hand?â
âUnless youâd rather I trip and skin my knees and palms in the dark? Yes.â
âHumans,â Pyre says, amused, and clucks his tongue as he takes hold of your wrist, turning away to continue on and pull you after him. He only pauses when you try to tug your hand away.
âYou can hold my hand instead of towing me along like a kid at the fair. I donât even have sticky fingers.â You turn your hand, thankful when he lets you adjust his hold. His fingernails, thicker due to his shifting nature, dig a little too hard into the side of your hand before he reflexes his grip.
He pauses, tense, even though his palm is a soothing warmth against yours. âNot sticky,â he finally agrees. Pyre hesitates, like he wants to say more, but a low, strange voice calls out something from far off. As soon as you hear it, the voice has itâs hooks in you. Your entire body grows tense, hair prickling, listening as hard as you can to try to make out the words. âNo,â Pyre says in a low growl, trying to interrupt your concentration. Heâs only barely louder than the voice. âDonât listen. Itâs all too easy to-â
âThat sounds likeââ
âIt sounds like nothing that matters. Even if you know the voice, it doesnât matter.â Pyre grunts when you turn your head, trying to follow the fading voice with your ear alone. He rips his hand out of yours so he can take hold of your face, pulling you close until youâre nearly nose to nose with him, thumbs on your cheekbones, fingernails scratching gently behind your ears. âRight now, the only thing that matters is making camp for the night. Weâre heading this way and you are not going to go looking for that voice in the dark.â
You suck down a fierce breath, closing your eyes as the last of the echoing voice fades away. As soon as itâs gone, your shoulders start to slump, and you feel strangely hollow. âThat is why they make us sign that waiver?â You ask, opening your eyes to find Pyre still terribly close, his hands still cradling your face.
For a moment, he lingers, breath warm against your lips, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening the longer he stares at you up close. The bright copper of his eyes is muted in the darkness, but the white in his hair, in his eyebrows, stands out brilliantly, and you think there might be more of it now than there was earlier this afternoon. âI knew youâd be a bad decision,â he whispers, and inexplicably, you think he might be about to kiss you. Your heart begins to gallop around your chest, your hands lifting to grasp at his wrists, his own still on your faceâand then Pyre pulls away, dragging his nails over your skin. He tangles his fingers with yours and leads you quietly through the dark.
Youâre not sure whether you should ask about his other bad decisions again⊠But you desperately want to.
Putting together the camp is a chilly affair at best. The shelter you help Pyre fumble through in the dark, though of course he has no trouble navigating the process, is little more than a heavy tarp tied securely between two of the tall, white teeth. There isnât much wind, but now the mist is heavy enough to dot your eyelashes and bead along your sleeves. You donât quite believe Pyre when he says he can get a fire going, forcing you to sit next to the small ring of stones heâs gathered. âThereâs a copse of trees not far from here,â he explains, tilting his head to your right, though you canât see anything through the fog, and especially not in the dark. âAnd Iâll be able to scrounge up enough for a fire.â
You want to ask him if heâll be able to find his way back to you. If he thinks youâll be safe sitting here on your own, especially after the voice from earlier. Voicing your concerns feels a bit too much like an invitation for bad luck though, and you still don't know Pyre very well. He might be helping you out of the goodness of his heart, but he's already dubbed you a bad decision. You're not sure you want to push things. âWonât the wood be wet?â You ask instead, chafing your hands together to stir up a little bit of heat.
âNo fear of shifters,â Pyre scoffs, straightening up and pulling his bag off of his back. âNo screaming at strangers when you're lost in the foggy tundra, but you're worried about damp firewood?" You scowl, knowing full well he can see your expression. That surprises a rough sounding laugh out of him. "I may choose to spend my winter as a fox, but that doesn't mean I don't turn back into a man when spring comes." Pyre brandishes a small box, a tin filled with what sounds like matches. He rattles them about for emphasis. âCharmed matches are a necessity out here, not optional. Even if the wood is damp, theyâll catch well enough to last us the night.â
Charmed matches arenât exactly common. A package of them, when used only in dire situations, should last someone a score of years at least, and as the spells to make them are some of the few guarantees of still working magic⊠They cost a pretty penny. â...should you be wasting them on me when Iâm supposed to find the tour guides tomorrow?â
Pyre shakes the box at you, silently insisting you take it from his hand. When you take it from him, thereâs more hair, more fur on his fingers than there was earlier in the day. You wonder if itâs a conscious change to help stave off the chill, or if itâs simply too close to when he shifts. âWe need some way to boil a bit of water for bearberry tea, donât we? Unless youâd rather eat them plain.â He sounds like heâs smiling, but the dark is getting more oppressive and you canât see it. Pyreâs tone turns a little more serious, a little more apologetic as he continues: âAnd using them seems to keep away the voices, so yes. As Iâve taken responsibility for your safetyââ
âResponsibility,â you murmur, arching a brow, but you canât exactly disagree.
ââIâll do exactly as I said. Youâll get to the Slavering, and Iâll even give you a match as a gift. You can make a torch as you head back and the voices should leave you be.â
You donât shake the tin of them, knowing that theyâre valuable, but you stroke your finger over the top, following the raised patterns of letters. âWill they work, even if theyâre unlit?â
Pyre waits, and you donât know whether heâs reluctant to give you an answer or he doesnât actually know. âAre you worried about me going to grab the firewood?â
Well, it was kind of ridiculous, trying to hide your nervousness from him anyway. Youâre lost in the tundra with someone you donât know. No matter how resilient you are, itâs going to be nerve wracking. âIâve never felt quite as strange as when I heard that voice, even with you pulling me back from itâŠâ You stop, a frown growing on your lips. âBut the voice didnât do anything to you. You had no problem telling me not to listen to it.â
Pyre crouches, his knees popping, and groans quietly, rubbing at the patch just under his left kneecap. You can see his hands, pale fur the only spot of brightness in the night. âThey donât much affect shifters. WeâreâŠ. Weâre already rather full of magic ourselves, even if it isnât the kind one can use by uttering spells or mixing ingredients in a pot. Whatever the reason, the voices donât seem to like magic. So a box of those matches?â He reaches out to tap on the tin with one long nail. âIt should keep you from falling prey for the few moments it will take me to gather wood. I still wouldnât get up though, then you might risk dropping it.â
You donât know everything about the tundra, even with what research you did before you came on the trip, and the talk of magic here? Itâs still something people want to study. One of the ones that came with a recorder would probably be thrilled to hear this much about the place from⊠Pyre might not be a year-round local, but he knows quite a bit. If he can hold off his shifting, maybe youâll ask him to talk to one of them. âIâll be safe,â you say, extrapolating, âas long as I stay sitting here. Youâll be able to find me again?â
â...Iâll be able to follow your scent, yes,â he admits, like he expects you to be irritated with the thought. Far, far away, another voice echoes, much fainter than the one youâd heard before. It doesnât sound pained or panicked though, it sounds a bit likeâPyre takes your fingers, almost crushing them around the tin box in your hands. The voice vanishes. âYouâll be safe,â Pyre repeats, and a breeze whisks through the area, catching at his wild grey and white hair.
âThen get the wood,â you say, before you lose your nerve. âIâll wait.â Pyreâs hand, still curled tightly around your fingers, eases. He brushes his thumb over the valleys between your knuckles and then pulls away.
âA few moments only. I promise,â he whispers, and then his canine-like feet are scuffing through the hard dirt and lichen covered rocks.
As soon as heâs gone, you soothe yourself by running your fingers over the tin of matches, trying to figure out what words are written along the top in fine, curling letters. There are too many loops though and when you do your best to try and focus on it, bringing it up close to your face, all you can see is that places on the tin have been worn down. Whatever it might say, the color on the tin wonât help you figure it out. It feels like only seconds, but another noise echoes in the darkness, your heart jumping back into overdrive. You clutch at the matchbox, but then Pyre is stepping out of the heavy fog, dropping a heaving armful of twisted branches and thick tangles of what looks like weeds.
âMoments, I thought you said! What was that, 30 seconds?â You ask, trying to calm your racing heart.
Pyre laughs. âI think you were just lost in thought, hm? Itâs easy to lose track of time in the dark.â He kneels at the ring of rocks, cursing, even though you canât hear any popping in his limbs this time. âNow, give me the matches and letâs get things a bit warmer, hm?â
You hand them over, and then get to work. You feel more than see Pyreâs surprise when you start picking up the branches and weeds. âI may be human, but I can help do a bit of work. Itâs the last I can do after you helping me like this, what with your shifting getting close.â
âNoticed that, did you?â He asks, tin creaking as he opens and closes the lid. You glance over, but other than his pale fur, you canât make out what heâs actually doing. A second later and heâs striking one of the charmed matches over a rough rock, and then it blazes merrily in a bit of fire smaller than a penny. âI wonât be a danger. Iâm old enough to keep my wits. My⊠I should warn you, my breed of shifting isnât always so pretty as others though.â
âIs that why you come out here?â
âOne of many reasons,â Pyre mutters and holds the match to the wood in the fire pit. The match doesnât burn down immediately though, or even catch the weeds when he touches it to them. Pyre deposits it carefully in the exact middle of arrangement, planting it almost like a seedling in the wood and weeds. Only after he removes his hand does the match start to spark, and then fire twists open like a blooming flower. Itâs gorgeous. You lift your eyes to Pyre, awe clear in your gaze, and then you have to blink. Heâs still the older man you saw this afternoon. He still has a mostly human face, but his arms look longer now, and his copper eyes flash strangely in the firelight. He glances at you, and you see that his mouth has grown wider, the edges either curling back towards his cheekbones or⊠Or his jaws are elongating. âFrightened?â He asks, and then you realize that youâve been staring.
âMildly startled,â you correct, refusing to look away. Whether heâs a pretty kind of shifter or not, you can still see him in his eyes and the way he holds himself.
He chuffs, and the noise warms something deep in your chest. âSmartass,â he says, sounding very fond. âIâll make some of that tea now then, if youâd like it.â
âBearberry tea,â you muse, reaching in your pocket for the rest of the berries heâd given you. Pyre unearths a small cooking pot from his bag, as well as an earthenware mug, glazed some kind of deep green. He hands you the mug and then holds out the pot, nodding his head when you lift your berry filled hand over it. It takes longer than you would like. Pyre has to mash the berries down and then he surprises you by standing and tugging at the tarp edge of your shelter. Water, mist really, beaded so heavily along the taut plastic that thereâs enough to fill the pot near to overflowing. Itâs much more than you would have thought, but Pyre seems unsurprised, even though youâve both been relatively dry since he started building the fire.
âAlright,â you finally say, watching Pyre stir the faintly pink water with a metal spoon from his bag. âYou mentioned bad decisions, and Iâm not wise enough to leave it well alone. What are all these âbad decisionsâ that drive you out into the tundra for an entire season? And, I canât not clarify, were they flings?â
Pyre stares at you, eyes gleaming in the firelight, his too wide jaw falling open due to your blunt questions. When he laughs this time, itâs a sharp bark and more fox-like than human. âOh, you are one of them. Much more perceptive than many of the others.â He licks his lips, still human-smooth, but his ears have grown longer. Theyâre peeking out from the sides of his head, poking through his hair now. âSome of them were flings. Some of them were just⊠A way to stave off loneliness, even if they were unpleasant.â
âAnd where am I falling on that scale?â
Pyre arches a thicker brow, baring his sharp teeth in a slightly eerie smile. âI wouldnât be opposed to a fling with someone like you, but your companionship is more than enough if thatâs all you want to give.â
You canât help but laugh. âThen how, exactly, am I a âbad decisionâ? Making friends isnât a bad thing, is it?â
Pyreâs smile wavers. âNo, no it isnât.â He looks away, into the middle of the fire, where the charmed match is still blazing like a seed of flame. âThe bad decision is that my loneliness drives me to go looking in the first place.â
You let a few moments pass in relative silence, puzzling over his words. It sounds more than strange, but you canât put your finger on why. âWhat does that mean?â You finally ask, noting the way heâs digging his nails into his thighs.
He looks back at you. âAnyone who wanders out here is an offering, of sorts. To help bear the brunt of winter. The tours⊠Theyâre more like a ritual than those guides of yours realize.â
Your head feels strangely empty. Ritual, heâd said. Slowly, you think back to the myths linked to the tundra, to the Mirrored Teeth, to the folktales attached to cities and Serpent Towers. There had been something about bearing the brunt of winter, holding it back from sweeping over the landâŠ
âYour time here will be no more than the three days I promised. You will be taken back to the Slavering, with only this time gone from the memories of others, and I will do nothing but what I promise: to lead you back, if that is all you desire.â Pyre creeps closer, long arms and long fingers bracing himself on the dirt. All it takes is a single stretch and heâs by your side, towering over you in his half shifted form. âThe bad decision was that I was given the right to choose without any warning. That I could only claim those I charmed away.â
âYou charmed me?â You whisper.
âYou heard my voice,â Pyre explains and your heart beats painfully in your chest. He is why people vanish from the tours and come back tired and dirty but⊠But most of them come back unharmed.
âWhat happens to those that donât make it back?â You ask, trying to quell your panic.
Pyreâs shoulders hunch. âSometimes people react poorly, and they run. Running in the fog is never wise.â
âHow am I⊠How am I supposed to help you keep winter from swallowing the world?â
Pyre barks out another laugh, though heâs grimacing. âThose years I donât have a companion, winter escapes my hold. Itâs much easier to keep in check with help.â
âHelping how?â You ask, voice going brittle.
âCompanionship. Youâre already bound to the three days,â he says quietly, nodding his head to the pot of slow boiling bearberries on the fire. âYou ate three of them. IfâŠ. If you choose to help, to spend the winter with me, then you can drink. Youâll be with me through the entire seasonââ
âOut in the middle of the tundra, with nothing but a tarp and an evening's supply of food?â You ask, getting to your feet. You take a step away from the fire, nervous energy making you move, and then freeze when you hear a far off voice again. You glance down at Pyre, angry and convinced it must be him, but then you recognize it. The voice, low and soft as it echoes strangely through the fog, is you.
âThe voices are possibilities only,â Pyre says, talking over the needy sounding moan. It vanishes, like nothing more than smoke on a fast moving breeze. âAnd I would take you back to my home, I wouldnât make you wander out here and sleep on the freezing ground!â Pyre starts to get to his feet and then thinks better of it. He stays where he is, looking up at you, holding out a hand. âIf you drink, all I require is companionship. Loneliness lets the ice creep further out, but friendship, or, or anger or passion keeps it at bay. With your help I can bind the overflow of ice in the teeth. But if three days is all youâll allow, then Iâll find another, I promise. Youâll be free of this, and youâll forget this ever happened.â
Youâre out in the middle of the tundra, wreathed in magical fog and standing before a shifter, a⊠a spirit? A deity? That keeps winter at bay. You did want magic, didnât you? You ask yourself. You look down to his open hand, brown palm calloused, nails long and sharp, white fox fur growing longer along his arm.
âNo one will even notice Iâve been gone?â
âYouâll be lost in the fog for three days, according to them. What life youâve missed will feel like a blink, but no. They wonât realize youâll have been gone for the entire winter.â Pyreâs mouth closes, stubbled throat working as he swallows.
Slowly, you sit back down, picking up the glazed green mug and holding it out for Pyre to fill. âThe winter then. If we end up hating one another? You have no one to blame but yourself.â
Pyre doesnât answer, but he watches like a predator after he fills the mug with bearberry tea, copper eyes caught on your lips. You finish half the cup, and what chill lingered in your bones slowly fades away. Carefully, Pyre takes the cup back and downs the rest, long tongue licking stray droplets off of his lips.
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You travel with Pyre for three days before you reach the banks of the Slavering, only when you do, the tour guides arenât waiting for you. This is where the Slavering begins, the thick snowmelt coming off of the high mountaintops and rolling down through the craggy rocks to make a river. Thereâs a cave entrance not far from the rapids, covered over with weeds and just large enough for Pyre to stoop over and fit into. You stop at the entrance, with him close behind you, and stare into the far off dark.
âItâs not like a dungeon in there, is it?â
Pyre grumbles, somewhere between indignation and a laugh. âYou always know just what to say. No, itâs not like a dungeon. Thereâs plenty of modern day amenities inside. Iâm a shifter, not a beast.â
Cautiously, still not entirely trusting him, you head inside. Itâs dark at first, and earthy smelling, just like a cave, but then Pyre strikes another one of his charmed matches and pulls you to the side so he can lead. Thereâs a lamp up ahead, the frosted glass globe just big enough for Pyre to reach in and set the match. Heat and light seem to roll through the entire area, a locked, wooden door revealing itself to the side of the lamp. The cave floor, still cold and a bit damp, is actually stones, pieced together into what looks like a strange little map. You frown down at the stones, eyes tracing the edges of a single, deep blue vein, wondering why the chips of pale rock surrounding it strike you as strange.
âThe Teeth,â you murmur suddenly. âYou have a map of the teeth in front of your door?â Some of the spots are much smaller than others, more like a pinprick of pale stone as opposed to some of the hefty chips. If you unfocus your eyes, the map looks like a reflection of the stars.
âMagic,â Pyre explains, though he doesnât sound pleased with his own answer. âThereâs plenty to talk about when it comes to the Teeth, and the voices, just⊠Letâs go inside. Itâs going to start snowing soon.â
When he opens the door, all the lamps inside are lit. Much like Pyre himself, his decor is frayed and worn down. There are heavy furs on the walls, and tapestries too, both simple and grand, but fragile looking. There are furs on some of the furniture as well. Thereâs a large stone fireplace, with hooks over the mantle made of horn and a set of stone stairs that curve out of sight. Thereâs no sign of things like phones or televisions, but you feel like you should have expected that. Companionship through a screen probably didn't fulfill the parameters of his⊠his curse?
Thatâs something you decide to ask about later. After all, you have the rest of the winter to spend with him, and he explained plenty over the three day trip to the mountain. The teeth are made of contained winter. The larger the teeth are, the more someone helped Pyre through that season. Through friendship, or anger, or passion, they melted the ice and snow. Pyre would take the melt and bind it in magic-made spires, but he couldnât build on only one. Each spire was the product of a different person, each fling or friend made or fight had melted the snow at different rates. If your help has already begun, then you know some of the snow must have melted already due to your anger over the past few days, but itâs not something you think you can hold onto. Pyre tricked you into the three days, gave you the bearberries and bid you eat if you were hungry. Youâd eaten three of them. The rest of the winter though? That you chose yourself. At least for a while, youâre ready to try and enjoy a little bit of the magic, keeping back winter or no.
âItâs not quite past midday,â Pyre says quietly, voice a strange melding of fox and man. âIf youâd like food, I will make it for you. If youâd like a rest, Iâll show you to your room.â
âMy room?â You ask, only sounding mildly sarcastic.
Pyre narrows those coppery eyes of his. âSometimes I think you say these things on purpose. Yes. Your room.â He heads for the staircase, his toenails clicking on the stone floor before he reaches the layers of rugs, the soft padding of his feet on them makes you smile. âI would hardly complain if you decided to join me in mine, but even so, you will have your own space.â He tosses his head, earrings catching in his hair and then vanishes up the stairs.
You move at a much more sedate pace, still examining your surroundings. Thereâs a very old looking table, covered with the remnants of a puzzle that looks to be from forty years ago at least. Thereâs a rack of old bottles, some of them look like wine, but others are clearly beer, and still others look like glass bottles of soda, the liquid half evaporated. Pyreâs house is going to be a treasure trove of history, of things left behind by others. The winter is going to be very long, youâre certain, but it wonât be forever. All of the people that left these things behind have obviously left and returned to their homes. You turn on your heel, slip your bag off of your shoulders and leave it at the foot of the stairs. You can come back for it later.
The lamps, all seemingly lit from that single charmed match, spiral up the staircase. There arenât any doors that open up off the sides, only a hallway at the very top and three open doors leading to the far end. The first one you pass is a bathroom, with a large tub carved out of the stone of the mountain. There are elderly looking cupboards in there, and what looks like a wood burning stove, though itâs empty. The toilet, you assume, is behind the drawscreen, and when you peek your head farther in, thereâs also a shining, copper mirror hanging on the wall. The second room is where Pyre is, hands fussing over the thick curtains around the bed. Thereâs a fireplace against the wall, and a nightstand next to the bed, and more furs draped over a chair made of wood and horn in the corner. Thereâs a worn desk, obviously hand-made by someone unskilled, but a beautiful bookcase next to it, filled with books in various states of wear. Some of the spines are cracked, but others still are pristine. To the right of the bed, thereâs a single paned window. Snow is coating the sill outside, thick flurries weighing down the weeds that are growing in the cracked stone.
Despite the magic, despite the voices and his promise, it still hadnât felt quite so real, wandering through the tundra with him. Heâd said the snow would be coming down soon though.
âItâs lovely,â you answer, honestly, even if not everything is to your taste. It almost makes you want to laugh though, because it definitely looks like itâs somewhere removed from the normal world, some kind of strange mish-mash of time periods all pressed into a two story place. You wonder, without Pyre, would anyone ever find this place?
âParts of it,â Pyre says, strange looking hands pausing in their tying of the curtains. Heâs looking at the headboard, you realize. Thereâs a faint gouge in the dark wood, but it doesnât look like it was from Pyre. It looks like a very human scratch. Warmth crawls over the back of your neck, though youâre not sure whether itâs embarrassment or eagerness. Youâd been feeling a healthy dose of attraction with Pyre before he told you about everything, and it had taken a bit to sort through your feelings on the matter, even with you making the final choice to come here. You still donât know how things will continue, but for nowâŠ
âLet me see what I can do to help make a few more lovely memories then,â you say suddenly. Heat is pulsing through you now, warming your cheeks and the tips of your ears and zinging down along your spine. Pyreâs head snaps to the side to find your hands working slowly at your clothes. He doesnât move any further, doesnât even tip back his head, just stares at you over the crest of his shoulder, pupils swallowing down the copper of his irises.
âIfâyou donât have to do anything,â he insists, and his tail swishes, slowly, just the once. It doesnât bristle out as it had when youâd first spotted him.
Your coat drops to the floor, and his eyes follow it. âI know. We were flirting though, before you told me about all of this, and I stillâŠâ You glance away, only for your eyes to snap back to Pyre as he drags his patched suit jacket off of his shoulders.
He slows when he realizes youâre watching, but doesnât stop. A slow grin pulls at the corners of his wide mouth. âYou still want to feel magic?â He taunts, and laughs when you roll your eyes. He stops laughing when the rest of your clothes hit the floor, the hint of a whine escaping him when you take a step closer, shivering when you feel the temperature of the stone on your bare feet. âMy room,â Pyre says roughly, though you canât tear your eyes away from him. Heâs still a wonderfully strange mix of man and fox. His face is still humanoid, with lips and stubbled cheeks, and so is the shape of his shoulders through his holey t-shirt. Thereâs soft curls of hair peeking out of the stretched neck of his shirt, but along the backs of his arms it looks more like fur and his feet are still wholly canine. His tails, tails plural, are starting to grow longer too, and you recall the way heâd seemed to coalesce into one person when the fog had rolled back.
Pyre crosses the room, hesitating before he places his hands on your shoulders, thumbnails scratching gently at your bare skin. The chill of the room had been seeping into you, but at his touch, warmth chases it all away. When you slide your hands up his chest, Pyreâs eyes fall closed, gray lashes bright against his skin. âMâ room,â he repeats again, but pulls you into a kiss as he tows you out the door. Thereâs no more time for examining the hallway or the knick-knacks he might be keeping in his own space. Thereâs his lips and his stubble scratching at your skin and his hands splayed over the back of your neck and the base of your spine. He coaxes you into his room with deep, slow kisses that leave your head spinning, whispering things that make your pulse speed. âWant, want the smell of you on my sheets,â he says against your neck, dragging sharp teeth carefully over your throat. He growls when your hands dip to undo his trousers, your thumb following the trail of hair that vanishes beneath his underwear. âIf this is, if itâsââ
âI agreed to the winter,â you remind him and then heâs turning you and letting you fall back onto his bed. You have a moment to register soft fur, and crocheted blankets, and comforters too, before Pyre is pulling his shirt off and tossing it across the room. He wrestles with the rest of his clothes, leaving you another moment to admire him. The hair on his chest and trailing down his abdomen looks human, much coarser than the fur on his arms and below his knees. Between his legs is a thick cock, hard and beginning to leak, with a small bulge near the base of him, and then your gaze is drawn back up as he crawls onto the bed, moving much slower than he had in the hall. He doesnât press, doesnât rush, just leans his body over yours to kiss you again, careful with his teeth. He groans when you reach up and tug at his braid, pulling the rough tie away and tossing it to the side. You comb your fingers through his hair, tangling your fingers in it to keep him kissing you and tense when his cock slides over your thigh, hot and hard and enough to make you buck up, already seeking friction. Pyre kisses you until youâre breathless, leaving you sucking at your own lips and trying to calm yourself as he urges you further up the bed, back to a veritable nest of pillows.
He isnât slow when he settles himself between your legs, hands curling around your thighs and pushing them carefully back towards your chest. He isnât slow when he drags his tongue over you, hot and slick and slightly rough. Heâs careful as he can be with his teeth, but there are a few pinches that make you gasp and tremble. He laves his tongue over them, soothing the sting, but his nails are pressing hard into your skin and youâre fairly certain youâre going to bruise, simply from the continued pressure. Pyre is noisy too, whining and groaning as he tastes you, as you do your best to rock yourself against his tongue, hand tugging at his hair while he sucks and eats. The ache of orgasm, painful-but-sweet, is starting to build, starting to make you tense everytime he opens his jaw, teeth dragging over tender skin, leaving you wet and shuddering. He huffs when you whimper, and pulls away before you can come, copper eyes as bright as flame when he moves to sit back against his headboard. The loss of him feels sudden, and the cold is sharp without his warmth against you.
âThat was on purpose,â you murmur. Pyre arches a brow, trying to keep from smiling when you scowl at his crooking finger. You still get up, on shaking knees and gasp when he tugs you over and onto his lap, your back against his chest, cock slick and sticky against your ass.
âI want to feel everything when you shake apart,â he murmurs, hand splaying over your sternum as he helps you arrange your legs. By the time youâre straddling his thighs, his fingertips are dipping into the hollow of your throat and his cock is rutting against your thigh and every part of you is on edge, desperate for more. Youâd been so close. Pyre licks at the side of your throat, pressing his hand harder against your chest to keep your back still. âLift your hips,â he urges, and takes his cock in hand, dragging the head over you as you do your best to listen. Like fitting a key into a lock, Pyre finds the correct angle, breathing raggedly as you press yourself down. As soon as youâve taken enough of him, he lets go of himself and then presses on the top of your thighs, making you gasp out his name as you take him in deeper. He eases off after a moment, letting you adjust, letting you wriggle and groans out your name roughly as you do your best to ride him.
You think for a moment about saying something, about teasing him or trying to rile him up, but itâs all you can do to keep up what rhythm you have, heart beating terribly fast against the hand he has on your chest. He lets you move, lets you reach back and clutch at the messy locks of his hair, his breath warm against your throat and the top of your shoulder and then Pyre pushes roughly against your thigh again, thrusting up until his knot is grinding against you. âFuck, fuck, Pyre, thatââ
âToo much?â He asks, waiting while you shake, trying to steady your breath. Youâre probably going to ache later, probably wonât want to do much but doze or take a bath in that massive stone tub, but right now? Right now you want to be greedy.
âMore,â you get out and Pyre laughs, that eerie, fox-like noise echoing in your ear as he teases you with the knot, pressing you down and then pulling back his hips. Pillows cascade off the edges of the bed, spilling over the floor. You start squeezing, doing your best to drive him over the edge, so sensitive it almost hurts. âPlease,â you whisper and then youâre too busy for speech. His knot stretches you and his hand dips between your thighs, stroking and his fingers press into the base of your throat. Heâs not choking you, but heâs starting to squeeze and then youâre coming. Pleasure washes over you in a fierce, pulsing ache that shoots down to your toes and fountains back up your body. You shout out his name and shake in his arms, eyes falling closed as his knot expands, locking you in place. Your eyes flutter open and closed and drift to a steamed up window, much like the one in your own room. Weeds are still poking up through the cracks, but now itâs not snowing outside, itâs raining.
Pyre turns his nose to the space behind your ear, breathing deep, his own limbs growing loose. âThe winter might well be softer this year,â Pyre mumbles, voice raspy, his hand smoothing down your sternum and over your hips. âAnd I have you to thank for that.â
âWe still have the rest of the winter ahead of us,â you remind him, but youâre too sleepy to argue with him any further. Whether you end up enjoying the rest of your time here, you do know one thing: Passion will definitely be a huge part of fulfilling your bargain for the winter.
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Continuation of this based on the Maleficent AU over on @angstymdzsthoughts because I write trash when my life is going terribly.Â
All his life, Lan Wangji has heard more about his mother than he has actually seen his mother. He and Lan Xichen were taken to see her as many times as they could, but more often than not, it wasnât safe to be around her. But Lan Wangji heard the other Lans talking about her, sometimes.
âHow sad,â the elders would say. âThe first not to accept the Grounding.â
On the good days, Lan Wangjiâs mother would let him sit on her lap as she combed first Lan Huanâs, and then Lan Wangjiâs hair. She would ask about their day, and invariably something Lan Wangji said would make her laugh. But with the good days came the bad days, when Mother flew into a terrible rage and could not be approached by anyone, not even Father, and Father was her fated one. On the bad days, Mother had to be left alone in her house until she calmed down, and no one ever let Lan Wangji go near.
âItâs because of the wings,â Lan Wangji is told. The wings that his mother once had, back when she was a heavenly spirit, the wings that make her want to leave.
âSuch a tragic tale,â some of the elders say, shaking their heads. âSuch a tragic love the main Lan family faces, generation after generation.â
Mother is never able to accept the binding, and no one knows why. Father performed it correctly, to this everyone swears up and down. Qingheng-jun has always been the pride of Gusu, but he grows increasingly more and more frantic during Lan Wangjiâs sixth year, the year that Mother gets sick. Soon, the whole world knows that Madame Lan has a seemingly incurable disease. Before Lan Wangji turns seven, his mother dies. He knows because he never sees his father after that either. Heâll later learn that Father, unable to accept both the loss of his fated one and his own failure, retreated from the world, leaving his sect duties and his children to his younger brother.
âIt is the destiny of one of you to find your fated partner in a heavenly being,â Uncle explains to Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, but he doesnât say it with the same pride and finality that he explains the other rules of the Lans.
Lan Wangji grows up. And though heâll never admit it, Lan Wangji privately hopes that this destiny is not his to bear. Itâs terribly unfair for both the sect duties and the Grounding to fall to Lan Wangji, and consciously he hopes that his older brother does not have to bear both burdens. But privately, somewhere buried deep where Lan Wangji cannot find it or examine it too closely, he hopes fervently that it is not him.
Then he meets a boy with black wings underneath the moon of the Gusu mountains, and his entire world changes.
Wei Wuxian laughs, and Lan Wangji has never heard anything like it before. His great black wings unfurl like ink from a brush, and they effortlessly lift his feet off the roof.
âIâm technically not in the Cloud Recesses,â he points out, silver eyes sparkling with mirth.
Lan Wangji can feel his ears turn a violent shade of red. He withdraws his sword, then, but a single flap of Wei Wuxianâs wings carries him above Lan Wangjiâs head. And even then, in the exhilaration and frustration of their first meeting, Lan Wangji hates those wings for taking Wei Wuxian out of his reach. Theyâre beautiful, his massive crow wings. Each feather is a soft black that shines purple under the right light. Lan Wangji wants to touch them and see if theyâre as soft as they look, but he doesnât dare.
Wei Ying is magnificent, and Lan Wangji can only despair.
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His brother is the first one to notice.
âWangji,â he says, one day when he finds Lan Wangji with two bunnies and no explanation. âIâve noticed that you seem to be spending a lot of time with the crow spirit, Wei Wuxian.â
Not by choice, Lan Wangji wants to say, but he knows it isnât true, and lying is forbidden. But he doesnât know what the truth is. Heâs unsure, because Wei Ying is unsure. Wei Ying teases, Wei Ying smiles at him so sincerely and says not as pretty as Lan Zhan only to finish with Iâm only joking, Lan Zhan! What if itâs not Wei Ying? What if Lan Wangji gets it wrong?
So instead, he says nothing.
His uncle is the second person to notice.
Heâs frowning and stroking his beard after the dayâs lectures have finished, and he stop Lan Wangji to talk after the other students have all left. âYunmengâs Head Disciple, and Sect Leader Jiangâs adopted son,â he muses out loud. âHisâŠrambunctious personality makes me cautious, but he is one of the best cultivators of your generation. I am confident that he will recover from the Grounding.â
Lan Wangji tries to picture Wei Yingâs loud personality being confined to a single room for any period of time.
âWangji,â his uncle says, when he notices Lan Wangji clenching his fists. The word is at once filled with pride, a warning, and gentler reassurance. âWhat happened to your mother was a tragedy,â he says, echoing the words of countless elders. âIt has never happened before. There is no reason why it should happen again.â
There is no reason why it wouldnât, Lan Wangji thinks. Still, it hardly matters, in the face of generations of tradition, in the face of his own destiny. There is no denying it: he loves Wei Ying. His next course of action is to perform the Grounding, before Wei Ying returns to Lotus Pier. His uncle expects him to. The elders all expect him to. Even his brother doesnât understand his hesitation. And yetâ
âLan Zhan,â Wei Ying says. âCome flying with me!â
When Wei Ying takes him flying, he takes him higher than Lan Zhan has ever gone by sword. Together, they soar over the misty mountain tops of Gusu, past pine forests and heavy clouds. Wei Ying is an single black spot in the blue heavens, but he dwarfs the entire sky, and Lan Wangji, in a place he doesnât stop to think about, has never lived more in a day.
âWei Ying,â he says at the end, when Wei Ying sets him gently back on the ground. His tongue is lead in his mouth. He knows what he should sayâhe should ask Wei Ying to take him to the cave in the back of the mountains, and there, where the wings have no power, he should perform the Grounding. But Lan Wangji looks at Wei Ying, framed by his crow wings in the green fields of Gusu, and all he can think is:Â Wei Ying loves his wings.
Which is why all that comes out of his mouth is: âWill you marry me?â
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âWangji,â Uncle says, and now his name is simply a warning. âYou are doing this wrong.â
Lan Wangji bows his head low over the table he is seated by.
âI have left the Grounding to your own prerogatives,â Uncle begins to lecture, further angered by his silence. âI have raised you to be obedient and righteous, but if I must perform the Grounding for you, then I will.â
âNo,â Lan Wangji blurts, and his uncle raises an eyebrow. Somehow, he knows that is wrong. His hands are clammy in his lap. âNo,â he repeats, in a tone expected from him. âI will perform it. Tomorrow morning.â
âSee that you do,â Uncle says. A dismissal.
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He almost doesnât.
Wei Ying is sprawled by his side, fast asleep, but his wings are wrapped around Lan Wangji when he wakes up. He rolls Wei Ying over slowly, carefully pulling his hair away from his back. Lightly, he runs his hands over the wings one last time, wings that were softer than he thought theyâd be, and then he withdraws Bichen. His grip hasnât trembled on his sword in years, but it does now.
In the end, it is very simple: Wei Ying loves his wings, but Wei Ying loves him. Surely that is enough. It has been enough for countless generations of Lans.
In the end, it is too simple. Lan Wangji flicks his wrist, and Bichen tears through Wei Yingâs beautiful wings. Wei Ying does not stir. He sheathes his sword and collects the wings reverently. He steps out of the room, long enough to leave the wings on the table, and returns to a devastating surprise:
Wei Ying is gone.
Naturally, the first person Lan Wangji goes to is Lan Xichen, and together they head to the Jiang disciple quarters. Lan Wangji is distressed the whole way, thinking of a Wei Ying who woke up alone, in the dark, missing his wings. He was supposed to be there to explain it to Wei Ying. He was supposed to be there for him.
But Wei Ying isnât in the Jiang disciple quarters. None of the Jiang siblings are. The other Jiang disciples are still asleep, but when Lan Wangji makes an exception and wakes them up, they have no idea whatâs going on. Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen split up, but no one Lan Wangji talks to has seen Wei Ying or the Jiang siblings. And when Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen circle back around to the quarters of the first Jiang disciples they talked to, theyâre gone.
By the time the sunrise fades into yet another bright day, all of the disciples from Yunmeng Jiang are gone. None of the other guest disciples have seen them, not even the ones awake at that time. It is as if they simply all vanished back up to the heavens without a word, without a single warning.
And Lan Wangji is left reeling in their wake, stunned at the thought that somehow Wei Yingâs Grounding has gone even worse than his motherâs. Â
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What if the clones changed places with diferent battalions because of The Force shenanigans for one week?
501:
Rex: He gets sent to the 187th battalion of Mace Windu, he proceeds to have almos two heart attacks per day with Hardcase causing his usual caos, when he is not trying to prevent Harcase from painting Mace Winduâs robes blue he is chating with Ponds and taking any moment to try a recover their lost time and of course bitch about their Generals (I headcanon that Mace is just as much of a disasters as other Jedis, the diference is that he can hide it.)
Dogma: He gets sent to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Dogma is almost shocked to death by how Plo Koon treats him and the other clones that where sent to his battalion, Plo Koon helps him understand that following orders without thinking about them is not the best thing to do, he surprisingly gets along with Comet and alongside with the CG commanders is babied and almost adopted by Plo Koon, when he learned about what the CG go trough he finally learned that people need to earn your loyallty and has sworn to do anything to help his brothers, no matter where they are from.
Tup: He gets sent to the Coruscant Guard, Tup sticks t Fives even more than before since they are in a unkown place for him, he also  tries to keep Fives from causing any more trouble and animosity between the CG and the 501th battalion than there already is, being court martialed because of painting Commander Codyâs armor pink, and of course half of the CG want to keep him when they see the cinamon roll that he is and how tired he ends because of Fives.
Fives: He gets sent to the Coruscant Guard, he is constantly stoped by Tup from doing almost anything fun, he gets along with Hound like there is no tomorrow, probably since Grizzer loves Fives and Fives isnât scared of him, whne Fives is with Tup he has to basically prevent him form being kidnaped by half of the CG. âHe Tup where are you going? Oh, Iâm going to see what Spot wanted to show me earlier today.(Fives notices the badly hidden ropes of Spot) No your not(Fives picks Tup like a sack of potaoes) Fives what the kriff!, Tup is MY VOD and you canât keep him!!!(Fives yells while being chased by Spot and other troopers)â
Echo: He gets sent to the 212th battalion of Obi Wan Kenobi, Echo isnât that out of it in the 212th battalion since he and Fives where deployed with them a few times already, but he is going to lose it if he has to prevent someone being murdered by Sinker because they mocked his battallions name one more time or howled when he walked in. He has also learned that no matter where he goes a brother will take Fiveâs place and in this case Thorn is that brother.
Hardcase: He gets sent to the 187th battalion of Mace Windu, Hardcase decides to see how fast he can cause Rex to grow grey hairs and Ponds is a plus, especially since this is Mace Winduâs battalion, although poor Rex and Ponds have no idea that Mace is on it. âHey Hardcase, whats that youâve got?(Rex asks seing the suspicious bag Hardcase is carying) Coffe grains!!(Hardcase answeres befoere runnig of while munching some of them) Nooo!!!(Rex remembering what happened last time Hardcase had one caf runs after him, willing to stun him and ignoring the rest of the men in the room laughing.) (In the mean time Mace is hiding his amused laugh after he gave Harcase the coffe grains.)â
212:
Cody: He gets sent to the Coruscant Guard, Cody takes the time he has and sleeps like he has never slept before, at the start he helped Fives to keep the CG from stealing Tup, since he knows how it feels that the CG is trying to steal one of his shiny vod, after Fives tried to paint his armor pink, he stoped and decided to enjoy Fiveâs suffering.
Longshot: He gets sent to the 501th battalion of Anakin Skywalker, Longshot and Jesse are Kixâs new nightmare, since they also decided that making Wolfeeâs comn to howl like a wolf.
Boil: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Boil wonders if the universe entertaines itself with his suffering, because from all the vod he had to love it had to be Waxer and from all the existing battalions they could magically apear on it was Plo âI adopt any living creature that barely breathes in my directionâ Koon, although he isnât as against at the idea of finding Numa as he says he is, and Waxer knows it. He was one of the troopers that helpes Stone in making Fox rest, itâs the least he can do after he learned what they go trough.
Waxer: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Waxer and Plo get along to a scary level, multiple troopers have to restrain him phisically and distracting Plo long enough that they canât go in a journey across the galaxy in search for Numa. He also discovered what the CG go trough and felt ashamed of what he thought of hi brothers before, he alongside Boil have decided to spread this information, to at least make sure that their brothers have more support.
104 Wolfpack:
Wolfee: He gets sent to the 501th battalion of Anakin Skywalker, Wolfee thanks the universe for assigning him to General Plo âCoff Coff Buirâ, instead of the walking disaster that Skywalker is and at the same time begs the universe for patience in order to prevent himself from murdering any other Vod that makes his comn howl or any joke about wolf in his presence, even if itâs Commander Ashoka or how General Buir calls her âLittle Sokaâ.
Boost: He gets sent to the 187th battalion of Mace Windu, Boost is having the time of his life alongside Waxer and to his shock General Windu, by giving early grey hair to Captain Rex and Commander Ponds, this may seem cruel to some and even to him at the start, but when he learned that General Windu was doing this in order to boost the rest of his men morale after a really hard capaing he was sold, besides some humor never hurt anyone, right?
Sinker: He gets sent to the 212th battalion of Obi Wan Kenobi, General Kenobi is not a bad Jedi and by all means he thinks he enjoys the chats he has with the Jedi but may the universe have mercy on the next fool who makes a joke about his battalionâs name or howls while he enters the room, he doesnât care about the consequences and fortunately Echo has prevented a lot of bloodshed caused by his hands, he hopes that when heâs back with the Wolfpack the ARC gets deployed with them more often, he likes him.
Coruscant Guard:
Fox: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Fox apreciates the Jedi, since he ans his men donât have on he had no idea what to expect and lets say that Skywalker didnât give him high expectations and since he canât do his paperwork he was cuddled to death by stone and by a few other brothers that learned of how they are treated in Coruscant. Plo has to be stoped by the Wolfpack who fake injuries in order to prevent the Jedi from storming the Senate, when he found out of how the CG are treated one didnât need the force in order to feel the bloodlust in the man, and even if the Wolfpack shared this feeling they canât let their Jedi be acused of treason..
Stone: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, he is thankfull to any force in the universe for giving him this time to finally force Fox to sleep, since Thorn isnât here itâs his duty to care for the diâkut he calls a vod and commander. He didnât cry when the Wolfpack as a whole decided that the CG needed help, he really didnât, it was just a bit of dirt in his eyes, but having brothers outside of the CG watching his back is conforting, and Fox wonât admit it but they have a soft spot for Dogma.
Thorn: He gets sent to the 212th battalion of Obi Wan Kenobi, he wantâs to help Sinker with a bunch of his plans to make the 212th suffer except for Wooley, Wooley is nice, fortunately for the 212th Echo stops Sinker most of the time and the poor ARC looks so tired of it, so Thorn has decided to help him around, he remember one time Fox talked about the time he worked with the ARC and another one named Fives, Fox saud that Thorn where painfully similar and may or may not have admited to have liked working with him, âbut you didnât hear that form him alright Echo? Echo? Wait you recorded it, no stop Fox will murder me!! (Proceeds to run after a cackling Echo)â.Â
Thire: He gets sent to the 501th battalion of Anakin Skywalker, he is not surprised at all when he seeâs the daily disasters that happen on Torrent, and even if Commander Tano and General Skywalker are fun to be around, he can see where the battalion got the recklesnes from and he will feel no regret when Rex comes back and he is back on coruscant.
#Clone Wars#coruscant guard#wolfpack#501st battalion#commander cody#commander fox#commander thire#commander thorn#commander stone#captain rex#arc fives#arc echo#commander wolffe#dogma#sinke#boost#hardcase#waxer#boil#longshot#tup#force shenanigans#212th battalion
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âDEAREST BIG BROTHER! IâM HOME!â A female shout came from the foyer of the manor.Â
Dick, Jason, Tim, Babs, Steph, and Cass were hanging out in one of the many rooms the manor held. Alfred had just walked in with a tray of drinks but froze at the sound of the voice.
âTHE HECK!â Was shouted by the same voice followed by Damianâs voice shouting,Â
âWHO ARE YOU!?!?! HOW DID YOU GET IN!?!?!âÂ
Alfred was out of the room in an instant. He was not sprinting but he might as well be with how fast he was walking. The batkids immediately followed after him.Â
They walked in on a sight none of them will ever forget. Literally, Jason had taken a picture. A strange woman who looked like a female, miniature version of Bruce had Damianâs precious katana and seemed to be taunting him with it.Â
âMiss Marinette!â Alfred called and got both the womanâs and Damianâs attention.Â
âAlfred!â The woman replied, running over and giving him a hug, katana still in her hand.Â
âWait, Aunt Nettie?â Dick spoke up, walking over to the pair.Â
âLittle Wing! Wow, you got so much bigger since the last time I saw you.â She responded, giving him a hug.Â
âWait, wait, your Aunt Nettie?â Jason asked, crossing his arms.Â
âAww, Little Blue Jay, you donât remember me?â She shot back, crossing her arms as well.Â
âBlue Jay, why is that familiar?â Jason muttered to himself, not quietly enough since everyone heard him.Â
âAunt Nettie, you only visited once when he was here.â Dick reminded her.Â
âOh, well that will explain that. Also how many more kids did Bruce adopt? I thought it was only the 2 of you, the Drake kid, and his bio kid.â She questioned, motioning to each child she remembered.Â
âThe only other kid he adopted is Cass, Steph and Babs are family friends.â Dick clarified.Â
âBabs, the first Batgirl correct?â She asked, turning to the girl in question. Everyone froze at that, this girl who was apparently Bruceâs sister knew who they were.
âItâs fine guys, sheâs known since the beginning of his time as Batman.â Dick assured.Â
âYep, speaking of my big brother, where is he?âÂ
âMaster Bruce is currently at a WE meeting, but he will be back in time for dinner.â Alfred answered for her.Â
âHow come father never told us about you?â Damian voiced, glaring at her and looking like he wanted to attack her again. Probably because she still had his katana.Â
âI rarely visit nowadays and heâs probably still upset after last time.â Marinette smirked, like she had won some sort of battle. Noticing she still had his katana, she handed the blade back to Damian.Â
âLast time?â Tim hesitantly echoed.Â
âHow about Miss Marinette shares the story in the living room? I can bring snacks.â Alfred offered, Marinette looked like she was about to say something but Alfred beat her to it, âYou bond with your nieces and nephews, I will be fine.âÂ
âCome on Marinette! You can tell them about how you helped train Bruce! Oh did you bring any kwamis with you?â Dick rambled, pulling Marinette with him into the room they were hanging out in before her appearance.Â
Once they were all seated Tim started the conversation, âSo Iâm not hallucinating, you are actually Bruceâs sister.âÂ
âYes, Bruce is 3 years older than me. I know that he is Batman and you guys are the bats and the birds.â She calmly responded.Â
âWhat did Dick mean by you helped train Bruce? And what is a Kwami?â Babs continued.Â
âKwami are basically magical beings, kinda like gods, that are bound to jewels called miraculous. Since Iâm the guardian I protect these jewels. I trained Bruce by helping my old mentor from Tibet train him.â Marinette explained.Â
âWhat happened last time? And why donât you visit often?â Damian asked, carefully hidden curiosity in his eyes.Â
âBack in my first year of highschool, Bruce was very protective of me. Like very protective. No boy he didnât approve of, which meant I could never talk to a single boy, could get within 10 feet of me without him present. Asking me out, out of the question. Pretty sure this one guy, Adam, wanted to ask me out but Bruce interrupted before he could. I never talked to him again after that. I got pretty tired of it so I signed up for the foreign exchange program and went to school in Paris.âÂ
âWait,â Steph interrupted, âBruce was an overprotective brother?âÂ
âOne of the worst kinds. Iâm sure if our parents were still alive he mightâve been worse than my dad.â
âWhat importance does this have to the questions?â Damian sneered, annoyed that he wasnât getting any answers.Â
âHold on Iâm getting there. So anyways it was in my sophomore year of highschool at Paris that a supervillain attacked. He called himself Hawkmoth, he used the butterfly miraculous to transform people into his puppets by using their emotions against them. I didnât think much of it since it didnât concern me, my host family agreed thinking it wouldnât last long. But when I got to my room there was a little box sitting on my desk and thatâs where I found the ladybug miraculous. The most powerful miraculous besides the cat miraculous. I told Bruce, he wasnât too happy about it, but there wasnât much he could do. So much happened in that amount of time that I donât think I could summarize it all before Bruce gets back but just know that in that span of time I met the current guardian. Hawkmoth gained an ally who used the peacock miraculous, Mayura. Also a miraculous that could manipulate emotions.Â
After I and my partner had defeated Hawkmoth and Mayura, sometime during my senior year, we revealed our identities, dated for a few months before I ended things. Then I went back home and Bruce was getting ready to go on his soul-searching journey to be trained by masters or whatever and I suggested he be trained by my mentor who was in Tibet. I went with him, we trained for a couple of months before he left. I decided to stay in Tibet to train to become the next guardian. Eventually my mentor died and gave me guardianship.Â
Then I returned to Gotham and Bruce had adopted Little Wing over there. So I stayed here for a while before I decided to go around the world doing guardian things. Bruce didnât like the idea but there wasnât much he could do. I ended up catching up with an old friend of mine on one of my travels and we started dating before I came back here. Thatâs when I met Little Blue Jay for the first and last time.
Before you guys had gone on patrol I tried to ask Bruce to give my boyfriend a chance but he didnât agree. Iâve always been his little sister in his eyes, I think he couldnât handle the fact I had grown up. Nasty words were exchanged between us and I havenât returned since. In the end me and him didnât work out but I couldnât bring myself to return, until now at least.âÂ
âWhy now?â Damian immediately pressed once she finished her explanation.Â
âDusuu was missing Alfred. It has been like a decade or something.â She remarked, pulling out a peacock shaped brooch.Â
âDidnât you say that the peacock miraculous was evil?â Cass signed, raising an eyebrow at the brooch.Â
âNo, I said it was used for evil. The miraculous are technically neutral, can be used for good or evil. Depends on who is wielding them.â Marinette bit back, as a flash of light emitted from the brooch. Suddenly a small floating peacock creature stood in front of Marinette.Â
âIs that a kwami?â Steph asked.Â
âYes, this is Dusuu, the peacock kwami of emotions.â
âHello! Itâs so nice to meet you!â Dusuu chirped, âWhereâs Alfred?âÂ
âI am right here Dusuu. It is lovely to see you again.â Alfred spoke from the doorway, holding a tray of snacks and drinks.Â
âAlfred!â Dusuu cheered before flying over and hugging the older man.Â
âIn all honesty Bruce doesnât sound like the best brother.â Jason pointed out.Â
âI know it may seem like heâs a shitty brother, and at the time I totally thought he was and still is, but I know where heâs coming from. Bruce was always the more reserved and protective out of the 2 of us even before what happened to our parents. I think our parents' death solidified his need to protect me from anything and anyone. And we all know how horrible Bruce is at showing his emotions so I know his heart was in the right place. Plus, weâve had years to cool off, Iâm sure we can have a mature conversation now.â Marinette explained, a fond smile gracing her lips.Â
Faintly in the distance they heard Alfred say, âWelcome home, Master Bruce.âÂ
âThatâs my cue!â Marinette said before bolting off in the direction of the foyer.Â
âAlfred somethingâs off, what are you not telling me?â The second those words left his mouth a weight connected with his back, arms wrapped around his neck and a familiar,Â
âHEY BIG BRO!â Was registered by his ears.Â
The weight slipped off his back and as he turned around he was met with the familiar sight of his little sister. âMarinette.âÂ
âBruce.â
âYouâre here.âÂ
âI am.âÂ
âI thought-â
âThat I was mad at you.â
âYou didnât visit for 10 years.âÂ
âLife got busy.âÂ
They stood in silence for a minute.Â
âI missed you.â Marinette whispered, so much different from the girl that was telling them a brief summary of her life. She seemed so much more vulnerable uttering those words than when she had revealed why she hadnât come back in the first place.Â
Turns out that was the straw that broke the camelâs back as Bruce wrapped Marinette in a hug as tears slipped from his eyes. They could hear him whispering over and over again, âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry for what I did all those years ago.âÂ
It was weird for them all to see, including Dick who knew how much Marinette meant to Bruce. Bruce kept his emotions so closed up, master of the stoic face, but here he was breaking down in front of the all. Here he was crying and apologizing.Â
âI believe we should leave them alone for now.â Alfred spoke up heading for the dining room. They followed. Later Bruce and Marinette would join them, a little red-eyed with their cheeks tear-stained, but small smiles on their faces.Â
It was then that all the batkids knew that they would be seeing this âAunt Nettieâ much more often.Â
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Look at that, Iâm super late again! Nothing new, I think day 14 was a one time thing unfortunately.Â
Iâve seen a ton of fics where Marinette was Bruceâs older sister but what about where sheâs his younger sister? Bruce would so be an overprotective older brother.Â
I hoped you enjoyed this! Iâm planning on making a part 2 of this for âcontestâ. So stay tuned!
@maribatmarch-2k21Â
#maribatmarch2021#maribat#maribat march#protect#little sister marinette#big brother bruce#part 2 will be contest
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overhaul with a sibling who's a lot like yushiro from demon slayer? how would he react if they were attending ua behind his back? love that there's another demon slayer fan!
Overhaul reacts to brother reader that is like Yushiro from Demon slayer attending UA behind his back
TW : Human trafficking, mentions of blood
So lets set this scene, you are basically Overhaul's brother and you lived under his control you also have no freedom and has no idea what is the outside world is like.
One time you disobeyed you ended up being on the surgerical bed and all day long and he tortured you almost to d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶ he also injected a couple of illegal medicines on you.
You and eri are also in the same boat.He conducted many researches and experiments on both of your bodies and sells the drugs that he made on both of you in the black market.
You are also Eri's caretaker since the day she was brought in the yakuza - mansion.Yoy the one she can rely on the even in hardest times even though when she can't express her feelings well.
You actually also dont know about you and Eri's quirk that much.But your "so called" brother said that it is powerful and they both needed you on his league.
Days, weeks, months passed you had enough and decided to take along Eri with you to escape.You conducted a whole plan to escape.Thankfully your observant and know the basics on how to make an sleeping pill.
Every night your brother commands you to make him food smth like that.You, an pharmaceutical genius ended up drugging him without noticing.
T̶o̶o̶ b̶a̶d̶.He's too sharp.
You ended up running with Eri while Overhaul commands his team to capture you and the scared little girl.
The last thing you know is you and Eri getting surrounded by overhauls underlings.You started fighting back even without knowing what exactly how your quirk works.Blood and several broken bones is the consequences that you received.
Your in the verge of giving up, you were naive and weak as an 12 year old boy protecting an 3 year old girl.
Then suddenly you exploded blood and several human organs surrounded the whole shie-hassaikai base also the scared little girl's screamed echoed throught the base.
But why, why can you still feel your whole body even when your dead.The last thing you knew Eri was taken away and everyone was disposing of your blood and your body.
Your body ended up getting thrown to the river carelessly, your body that has been exploded piece by piece also ended up regenerating and ended up being normal again.You also don't feel pain.So you thought.This is my quirk huh?
A sigh of relief and hot blood comes rushing in through your veins as you ended up not being able to bring Eri along with you.
You did not cried at all.Crying is pointless and staying like this is also worthless.
The thing that first comes into mind is you going to turn yourself in to the child welfare services.You introduced yourself as an child sold by your family and you also introduced yourself with an fake name to hide your real identity.
You ended up being adopted by an family living in the city.You don't care at all as you long you can have revenge and save your sister and you will together escape this madness again.
You also go to know how to use your quirk well and uncover many secrets about it.
Your adoptive parents also started noticing on how quite your good at using your quirk so they ended up home schooling you.They were shocked you were such an intelligent obedient child they also treated you like their own.
You feel kinda safe,warm and comfortable at the same time.You also can't help to feel bad and burdened on how you abandoned Eri.Your living in heaven while she's experiencing hell.What a good brother you are you asked to yourself.
3 years passed you basically got into UA due to hardwork and determination You became also strong and your appearance drastically changed.
Meanwhile everyone UA aims to be number one and your goal is to save your sister from your pathethic brother.You also kept an low profile of yourself to hide your existence.
You actually ended up getting along with most of the class especially to Midoriya.You dont know why because he just gives the scent that you can trust him and he's a good person.
Also the girls in the class likes you because you respect them and also beat that little shit up by being a huge pervert.(if you know you know)
Time passes by and eventually their will be an upcomming event, the UA sports festival.Everyone in the class is excited meanwhile you are anxious, your identity will exposed and all your hardwork will go down the drain.
It does'nt matter,your much stronger and confident now.The sports festival came to an end and everyone gathered at the classroom for an sudden meeting. To be honest you did great on the event but you did not manage to get through the top 3 rankings.
You ended up getting an reccomendation to a hero agency.You accepted the reccomendation and it was basically for a month to get better and stronger.
Everything happened so fast, you ended up getting an reccomendation and accepting it and getting attacked by the villains.So UA decided to just make an dorm system to make sure that the students are safe at all times.
Aizawa announced that there will be an hero internship and you ended up getting back to the agency that trained you a few months ago.
Everyday is like usual you did multiple patrols, go to school to study and mostly can't sleep in the night.
You and so as the others like uraraka, tsuyu, midoriya, kirishima ended up being summoned at Nighteye's agency.
Their were many pro heroes as well your teacher, Aizawa is here.You can sense that the situation is quite serious and Midoriya and Mirio is acting weird and you can also sense fear in them.
Nighteye's sidekick bubble girl and centipeder explained that there is a villain on the loose.You lost your complexion, you felt sick and scared.All of your memories in hell projected throughout your head "Y/N - san are you okay? your complexion does'nt seem too good." tsuyu said in an concerned voice.
You replied, that your okay and you said that you've never ever seen something brutal.
As they've continue on nighteye mentioned that overhaul or also known as kai chisaki has an daughter.
You snapped and standed up while shaking " What seems to be your problem Mr.L/N?" nighteye said in his intimidating voice,everyone was staring at you like your crazy.
"I-i have something to confess." you said as your voice trembled
"And what is that?"
"My brother is Overhaul."
"Y/N - san you must be mistake----."
"NO! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR GETTING INTO, AND THE WORST CASE SCENARIO IF YOU GOT SHOT BY THOSE DRUG YOUR QUIRK WILL BE DESTROYED AND WORSE SOMEONE WILL DIE!" you yelled and everyone stared at you with disgusted faces and even in disbelief
"So your saying that your in hands with Overhaul or your so called brother?"
"No... I tried escaping with Eri but she was taken away and my body exploded in pieces and my body parts ended up being thrown carelessly through the river,thanks to my quirk i can basically regenerate and create an new identity.However i did not accomplished on taking her with me.AND DONT YOU DARE IMPLY MYSELF WITH THAT MANIPULATIVE PATHETHIC MAN DONT YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE BEING TORTURED EVERYDAY?EVERYDAY IS HELL AND IF WE MAKE A MISTAKE ONE FLICK OF THAT BULLET YOUR BASICALLY AN DEADMAN WALKING!AND I HATE SEEING PEOPLE DIE IN HIS HANDS!" you yelled in frustration.
Your classmates, stared at you in disbelief you are the most calm and composed person in every situation but in this situation, they did not know that you we're in despair.
"S-sorry, with that said.He thinks that i'm dead but no and i'm not affiliated with him anymore, plus the last time we saw eachother is 3 years ago."
"So please, i beg you save my sister she's all i have." you said as you bowed to the ground showing pure respect.
Nighteye sighed and he said he saw that coming and commanded you to tell everything that he did to you amd Eri and about their Yakuza gang.He also said to keep an distance and do not fight in the infiltration of their base.He also said to Aizawa to protect you.You agreed, it's the least thing that you can do to help in this kind of situation.
The day comes and you were basically watched by Aizawa eyes wide open (Lmao i just remembered i cant stop me and cry for me #Once #Twice).
You ended up not taking it anymore and sneaking out of the UA teacher dorm without anyone noticing.
You have no problem in making it through the base but you have to fight multiple of villains tho.You ended up seeing the sight of the ruined base and seeing your brother and Mirio fighting over the little girl.
"OVERHAUL!" you yelled in your booming voice as you've appear in the darkness wearing your hero suit .
"R/N?ah, so your alive?" he said in disbelief .
"Yes?so?my dear pathethic brother also known as overhaul."
"Too bad i shot him already." he said as he pointed at Mirio's struggling limp body as Eri just covered herself with his scrapped cape.
You ended up fighting him one on one.You knew that he was strong and powerful and so are you.
The last thing you knew was going all out with your quirk and passing out to the ground and you were in the hospital getting treated by recovery girl.
A few hours later you received the news that everyone in the Yakuza got arrested but Overhaul got taken away by the league of villains,Mirio ended up getting shot by the quirk destroying drug and ended up loosing his quirk.
Lastly sir nighteye got killed due to the bad injury that he got whilst fighting him.On the good side Eri was taken custody of and is doing well in the hospital together with Mirio and Deku.
You sighed in contentment and walked in your hospital clothes in the hallway trying to find her hospital room.
Your heart started racing and you saw the letter engraved "ERI" you finally mustered up the courage into opening the door.You saw Deku and Mirio playing with her
"Y/N - chan your here!" Deku said enthusiatically.
The little girl hids on her sheets when she thought that you were a bad person along with Aizawa.Mirio said that it is okay and you two are their teacher and a school mate.
"Eri - chan do you remember me?" you said on your soft voice she immidiately remembers that familliar voice, her eyes widened and ended up throwing her arms onto your embrace crying.
"R/N!"
"You do remember me!Your okay now your safe,nii-san is here to protect you and will not leave you alone." you said sobbing while hugging the little girl she nodded and you two just stayed like there for a while.
Deku and Mirio : đ„ș (Lmao you to scootch along i'm her real brotherđȘ).
And finally the hospital visit is over and they allow you to visit her along with Deku and Mirio during weekends on the hospital.
You also apologized to Midoriya and Mirio for meddling the middle of the fight.Instead they thanked you and if you were not there they would've ended up dead.
A few weeks later she can finally get out of the hospital and ended up being in Aizawa's care in the teacher's dorm in UA.Since you trusted him you allowed him to take care of her.
You also take care of her when Aizawa is not around along with Deku and Mirio in the dorms.
The whole class is also shocked in how much your attitude and behavi reverses when Eri's around.They were like : đ§,đ€,đ„°,đ,đ€©,đ± is that even possible HShsgsh.
You also learned how to cook and teach Eri how to read and learn you also play with her ofc.
You also became more confident, and a .Lmao the look on your face when bakugo called you an Tsundere.And you said in the most murderous voice ever "DIE." then Eri comes in like : đđż.
"I said i will DYE my hair later pink HAHAHHAHAHđ." you said jokingly.
Everyone was like : đïžđđïž Meanwhile eri's just : yea im down with that face with a small nod and a smile***
Mina aswell as the others ended up taking the joke seriously and you ended up having a pink hair color the next day to school.
Monoma said that you looked pretty u̶g̶l̶y̶ he ended up getting beat up by kendo.(SHHSHSHEHE LMAOđ).
Shoto thinks it's cool HAHAHHAHA.
Eri said that she likes it and it looks nice to you.Iida and Aizawa lets you slide disobeying the school rules just this ONCE he just wants to see the little girl happy.
The reaction on your adoptive families face when you told them that you have a sister is priceless.They we're like : " i guess we need to adopt another one." S̶i̶k̶e̶.
Note : the gif is not mine a̶n̶d̶s̶o̶a̶r̶e̶y̶o̶u̶
đ : OMGGG THANKS FOR REQUESTING AGAIN!âšSorry it took too long hehehe anyways! i'm stoked to see that you also watch Demon slayer! it's really an good anime and i'm looking forward in the movie that will be released!the animation will be so sickđ«âšđ„.
ORIGINALLY by : bokunosoul
#mha imagines#mha x y/n#mha x reader#class 1 a x reader#overhaul x reader#mha headcanons#mha drabbles#kny
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Guilt (Part 1): The Rescue
(Din Djarin x ForceSensitive!Fem!Reader)
Part 2Â Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Slight Chpt 12 and 13 spoilers. Read at your own risk.
Description: Moff Gideon has found someone else to run his experiments on and word gets back to Din. Will he take his son far away and try and find somewhere safe? Or will the guilt of an innocent being put in his sonâs place eat away at him? (No Y/N or ___ used)
Word Count: Slightly over 4K
Warnings: Mentions of blood and needles. Broken glass. Fainting. Blood loss. Canon type violence. Possible bad writing (first fic pls go easy on me). If Iâm missing anything please let me know, Iâve never done one of these before.Â
A/N: This is my first fanfic Iâve written so it might be really bad but I couldnât get the idea out of my head so here it is. I also made up a planet/system and donât know if star wars has alarm clocks but i wrote it in anyway. I also wrote this in Word first and then realized I couldnât copy it over so I tried my best to type it over in here.Â
Normal. That is what was used to describe your life. Nothing out of the ordinary. Life wasnât boring per se, but it definitely wasnât compelling enough for your tastes. Studying to be a healer help keep it somewhat interesting but not enough.Â
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzz. Crust littered eyes creak open as your face unsticks from the textbook scattered across the desk. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzz. Your stiff neck cracks as you finally sit up. Fell asleep studying again. You loved learning about healing, you really did. But the long nights and barely sleeping was enough to make your head explode. Looking over at the clock with bright red numbers blinking at you. 8:15.Â
8:15! Iâm late! You think as you force yourself awake. No not again! Being a student means you need to do hands on hours down at the nearest medcenter. All the late night studying also means that you oversleep most days. Grabbing your work bag filled with a change of clothes, in preparation of these events, you run out the door.
Your feet hit the wet cobble stones as it echos through your little part of the city. Vendors lining up the street ready to start their days. Passing the shop you went to yesterday, your mind too preoccupied to notice that itâs empty today. You know that theres is a faster route to the medcenter, but is it a path you really want to take today? Dark and windy path that you can barely see five feet in front of you on mornings like this. Too foggy and muggy for your liking. Youâd rather stick to the main road where thereâs people, where if anything were to happen, people would see, they would know. Regardless, it shaves fifteen minutes off your commute. You loathe having to be late for another shift. Making the sharp turn in between tow booths, you pace quickens to get through as quickly as you can. While not having much visibility, you swear you can see a pair of eyes in the dark. Has to just be my imagination, you convince yourself, I just need to keep going. Itâll be fine.Â
Footsteps echo behind you. Hands grab your shoulders. A scream rises in your throat, but no sound comes out. Everything goes dark when you feel something hit the side of your head.Â
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Sigh. âGrogu get back in your seat.â The little baby waddles down off the controls and into his fatherâs lap. âNot what I meant,â Din grumbles with a smile hidden under his helmet. He grabs Grogu by his little robe and places him in the seat to his right and tells him to buckle up as a holo comes through from Greef Karga.Â
âMando, weâve just got word that Moff Gideon might have been seen in the Braic system. It looks like they found a substitute for the baby for the time being. I would use this time to go find a hide-out and lay low. He could still come back for the little one. Be well,â
Din goes to start the ship and find coordinates to stay out of trouble for a while when he hears the baby whine. Looking back at his adoptive child, all Din can see is Grogu, then a nameless kid, lying unconscious on a metal table, trapped underneath a contraption. Din starts breathing heavy and feeling sick that he ever gave his son up to those Imps. All he can hear is the beeping of the machine heâs hooked up to. Anger boiling back to the surface as he hears himself yell at the doctor all over again in his memories. No, he tells himself, Heâs here with me. Heâs fine. Heâs safe. He shakes himself out of it and goes to fly the Razor Crest off planet.Â
Before he even gets off the planet, all Din can think about is that innocent person in his sonâs place. They were going to kill Grogu, just for his blood for their experiments. Din canât bring the kid anywhere near those people, he canât risk losing his family, not when both of them have formed such attachments to each other. But he canât stop thinking of this person who is in the that position now. He shouldâve made sure Gideon was dead. Because of that now more people are going to get hurt.Â
Without thinking he turns on his holo already asking, âWhere is he taking them?â
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Feeling groggy with heavy eyes, you are able to open them just a bit to a blinding light. Reluctantly closing them again, you lift your arm to rub your eyes, but only they donât move. What? The rest of your senses start coming back and you can feel the cool metal against your back, the same metal wrapped around your wrists and your ankles attached to the table. Finally bracing the light and opening your eyes, lifting your head slightly off the table and oh no the room is spinning now. There is an IV in your arm drawing your blood out into some odd machine, explaining the dizziness. Second time in two days youâve had to deal with your own blood.Â
Walking through the shops on your one day off, you pick up a flower hair pin. The glasswork is so intricate and entrancing, you canât help but turn it over and over in your hands. A pearl bead sitting in the center of iridescent gray and white petals. Placing it back in its place, your had scrapes against another glass design that is not yet finished, slashing open your palm. âOh, dear let me help you with that,â the lady running the stand says. She looks you with her white hair barely covering her forehead. Tattoos liter her arms. A design peaks your interest as you swear you know but canât quite place.Â
âItâs fine, I can take care of it myself,â you state already inspecting your hand. No shards in it so thats good.Â
âOh no I insist. It happened at my booth, let me help clean it,â she declares taking your hand in her own. It feels like she squeezes the wound causing you to wince in pain slightly. Knowing she should just be cleaning it and wrapping it, youâre a little confused. Maybe she just doesnât know how to tend to these sort of things, not wanted to embarrass her at her stand, you keep quiet. She finally gets a clean rag to help blot away at the blood on your hand. You didnât think anything of it at the time, but it appears she has put it in a bag to the side.Â
âI donât have any gauze to help wrap it up,â the stand lady says.Â
âOh, donât worry, I have plenty of my own,â you mention, âIt will be fine until I make it back to my place.â Smiling you walk away. Without looking, you can feel her move the piece you cut your hand on into the bag. Must just be because itâs a dangerous piece, you think, not knowing thereâs still some of your blood on it too.Â
Closing your eyes again, you try to wonder why that is so significant to you right now. It was a harmless thing in passing, so why is it at the forefront of your mind? You are strapped to a table and all you can think about is that little cut you got the day prior. If your head didnât feel like it was a spinner top right now, you would have laughed. Opening your eyes again you see men all in white armor and helmets guarding the door to your room, while a man in a white coat is working on the machine where your IV is attached. I thought the empire was dead. The same symbol that keeps going through your mind is the same one sewn into the manâs white coat. Your breathing gets shallower as you feel the panic rise in your chest. Iâm never getting out of here, you realize as your vision becomes black once again.Â
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Youâre losing a lot of blood. You know that. You can feel it when noise wakes you up and your eyelids feel like lead. All the noise is muffled, as if youâre underwater. Frankly it feels like you are. It would be so easy to let the waves of darkness just wash over you right now, to let the water take you under. No, you canât give up the fight and drown into unconsciousness just yet. You force yourself to stay awake.Â
Barely getting your eyes open, bright red lights flood your vision. You imagine youâre still in bed, or at least asleep at your desk, with the alarm clock blaring, not here with blaster fire. Wait, blaster fire? You attempt to turn your head to the side to look, or to dodge, you arenât to sure in your current state. The fast action causes you to feel like youâre spinning, or it might be the room, either way your eyes canât focus on what is going on. Closing your eyes again to make it stop, you hear voices surrounding you. They sound so far away at the moment but finally, after what feels like ages, one voice sounds clearer.Â
âPlease help us. Help us get out of here. Her m-counts arenât nearly as high as the childâs. Theyâre demanding more blood. Sheâs already lost 2 liters, I donât know how much longer she can last.â
Child? They wanted to do this to a child? Youâd choke down a sob if you could just thinking of that poor baby. What did he even say about what-counts? What the hell are those? All these questions are making your head spin more and more. Taking most of your energy to open your eyes, youâre met with a chrome stormtrooper trying to unbind you. Wait no, not a stormtrooper. Youâve heard stories about him and his people. What were they called? For the life of you, you canât remember right now.Â
âYouâre going to need help getting her out of here,â you realize that the man in the whit coat was the one who spoke before and is now pleading with the metal man, âPlease Mandalorian take me with you and Iâll help you get her out of here.âÂ
Thatâs it. Heâs a Mandalorian. He gets your wrists free as the doctor takes the IV out. Pushing off the table to sit up, the world starts spinning again. You donât even realize youâre about to hit the table again until the Mandalorian grabs your shoulders to keep you semi-upright. You hear some sort of static come from his helmet. âFine.â he grumbles, âhelp me get her out of this thing.âÂ
With a flip of a switch, the rest of your body is free from restraints. Eager to get out of there, you swing your legs over the edge of the table, hands finding the arms of the Mandalorian with his hands still on your shoulders. Nauseous and woozy, you try to use the cold metal of his pauldron to ground yourself, to get the room to stop spinning. He can see you start to sway and wraps his arms around your waist as he lowers you from the table. Your feet hit the floor and black dots start to cloud your vision. Blood pounding in your ears trying to tell you to stop and lie back down. Muffled voices come from beside you again as you feel another arm wrap around you from the other side. Your feet dragging against the floor as both men on either side of you go towards the door.Â
You feel the heavily armored man to your left let go. Eyes that are still fuzzy and unfocused sort of see him peak out the door with his blaster drawn. He leaves the room and all that can be heard is the pew pew pew of blaster fire. Vision start to come back the tiniest bit, you can see him standing in the door way waving his hand as to say Come on.Â
The three of you hurry as fast as you can down the corridor to get to an exit. Lots of twists and turns, just for you all to come up at a dead end. So much for rescuing, you think to yourself as the doctor still holding you up, leans you up against a pillar as the two of them survey the situation. More of the Mandalorian assessing the situation and the doctor just frantically pacing back and forth.Â
Sitting down now that the adrenaline of being kidnapped and ârescuedâ die down, you feel your breathing getting shallower and harder to breath. Eyelids getting heavy again. You just want to lay down and go to sleep, hoping that will fix things. Starting your descent from your upright position to close your eyes, two hands grab your shoulders and jerk you up. It takes a second to realize this modulated voice was talking you you. âHey, you got to stay with me now,â he pleads, one hand going to the side of your face. Pain spreads across your features due to being struck there earlier, a bruise starting to form in its place. Pulling his hand away like seeing the your face contorted burned him, he continues, âIâm going to get you out of here, you just have to stay awake.â You open your mouth to speak, but your throat feels like itâs filled with sand from Tattooine, so you just weakly nod your head yes. âOkay good,â the shiny man says after letting out a deep breath.Â
Still holding your shoulders, he helps you stand up and tells the doctor to take you and go further down the hall. Taking something small and circular out of his belt and placing it on the far wall, he speed walks back toward you two. It starts blinking red as his arms come and cage both of you in. Peeking over his shoulder, you see the wall disappear. Well explode, but one second ago it was there and now itâs not. When the explosion first rings in your ears, you reflexively reach out for the Mandalorianâs arm and feel him tense under your touch.Â
When he deems it safe to move again, letting go of his arm, he hops over the rubble to the outside world, blaster drawn. Looking out you think it looks like a desert, but one youâve never seen before. You have no idea where you are, even what planet you are on. You eyes go to where the chrome man is stalking towards. It seems he found two speeder bikes that the troopers use, sans the troopers. Your feet hit the gravel and you realize you arenât wearing shoes anymore. How long was I out? You begin to question when you see a stormtrooper take aim at your rescuer. Right when he pulls the trigger, you reach your hand out and scream, âNO!âÂ
You couldâve sworn it was going to hit him. It shouldâve hit him. But at the last second it bent and went in another direction. You knew stormtroopers were bad shots, but nothing like that has ever happened. The Mandalorian whips around at your scream and shoots the trooper down. He goes back to what he originally planned to do, but not without turning to you. You see his chest plate heave up and down a few times before turning back around. After a beat, the only sound you can hear is the Mandalorian starting up the speeders and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The doctor helps guide you to the bikes and as youâre about to get on behind him, the Mandalorian picks you up bridal style and sits on his own respective bike. You make a noise of discontent at the sudden action and are then seated in front of him, yet again caged in by his arms with your legs draped over one of his. You can hear him breathing through the modulator as he states, âJust in case you pass out again. Canât have you falling off the back of the bike.â You go to adjust how you are sitting when he takes off.Â
Gasping in shock, you hug your arms around his neck with you head in his cowl as you take panicked breaths. His hand touches your back as you hear him shout over the noise of the engines, âPut your legs around me, youâre slipping off.â He holds your waist as you sling your right leg around and hook it with your left one behind his back. Not the position you thought youâd end up in as a blush creeps up on your face, but neither the less here you are. His hand lets go of your waist and back to the handlebars as he steers.Â
Suddenly getting the feeling like youâre being followed, you say into his neck cowl, âGo left!â You donât know why, but you just get a gut feeling to go that way. He follows your lead, not without a brief hesitation. The doctor follows on his speeder in the same direction. Finally looking up you see two stormtroopers in the distance. I wish their speeders would just stop or something, you plead with yourself and you think back to what happened with the blaster. Testing the waters, you unhook one of your hands from Mandoâs neck and hold it out and... nothing. Okay focus, you close your eyes and picture their speeders stopping, or malfunctioning, or anything at this point.Â
The sound of a crash comes ringing into your ears. Opening your eyes, you can see the troopers flip over their handlebars as if their engines just died. You slightly chuckle to yourself as your eyelids feel heavy again. You try to get them to stay open, but sleep just feels so much better at the moment. And with that, youâre out like a light.Â
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Din feels you go limp against him. His arm once again going to grab you by your waist to keep you in place. He wills his speeder to go faster, to get back to the Razor Crest sooner as heâs panicking thinking he somehow made the situation worse. He exposed you on the bike by having you sit like this. Your arms, legs, and head were all exposed to possible blaster fire. Have you been hit? He heard a crash but couldnât look back without moving you more, risking leaving you more unprotected. His blame for himself spirals as his grip on you grows tighter. He canât explain why heâs so distraught over a stranger, but still every time he blinks, he swears he sees back on that table. The next time he swears he sees his son on that very table again. First he gave the kid up to those people, now he didnât finish Gideon off and let you, an innocent stranger who he is now clutching onto for dear life, get in the crossfire. Too many people have gotten hurt because of this. Because of him. He needs to make it right.Â
Finally Din and Dr. Pershing arrive at the Razor Crest where Din is already lowering the hatch and carrying you in. Kicking some crates together, he gently lowers you down onto this makeshift bed. He uses his thermal setting to see your body temperature, to see how you are recovering from the blood loss. He isnât thrilled to see it still low, you were getting your energy back slowly before, along with more body heat, bit not enough to Dinâs liking. Turning his helmet to Pershing, the doctor says, âSheâs going to need more blood.â Din, already standing ready to run out and get some, not even knowing where or how to do that, is stopped by Pershing telling him that heâll go get it, that it would look less suspicious. Agreeing, Din sits by your side while using his comm-link to tell Greef that he could bring Grogu back to the ship. How Din always finds someone to babysit still surprises him.Â
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You wake up with a start. Eyes not yet adjusted to the lights overhead. Looking down you can see an IV in your arm again. Now towards the side, you can see the same doctor from before asleep up against a wall. Please tell me it wasnât a dream, tears well up in your eyes as you think youâve made the whole thing up to cope. It wasnât until you felt your hand come to wipe away your watery eyes that you realized it just might not be a dream. The IV isnât taking blood this time, itâs giving it.Â
Finally looking around, you realize youâre on a ship that feels like itâs moving. Confused by this, you try and sit up. Not nearly as dizzy as before, you slowly swing your legs off the wooden crates youâre lying on. Noticing your still barefoot as a chill gets sent up to your spine by the cold metal floor, you grab your IV bag off what appears to be just a hook poorly attached to the ceiling. You venture around the small area of the ship, noticing there isnât a lot besides these boxes and what appears to be two storage type of units. You donât even tempt to look in, too intrusive. You do however see a ladder going higher up on the ship. Taking the IV out and ripping a piece of your shirt off to wrap around your arm for pressure, so you can use both hands to climb, you start your ascent up.Â
Once you finally reach the top, you hear cooing? Didnât that doctor say something about a child earlier? Looking forward into the cockpit, you see your savior flying while looking to his right at one of the co-pilot chairs. Clearing your throat to get his attention, two little eyes peer at you from the seat. A bright smile appears on this little green things face and you canât help but stifle a laugh because its ears are the size of his body.Â
Distracted by this cute baby, you donât notice the way the Mandalorian swivels his chair to face you. Finally looking at the man who saved you today, your breath hitches. You donât know how to thank him for what he did, so you sort of just stand and stare for a second. He stands up and lightly grabs your arm with your homemade bandage on it. Tilting his helmet to the side you hear static coming from it. Did he just sigh at you? âYou were supposed to keep it in your arm,â he finally states, with a tinge of annoyance.Â
Eyes not wanting to meet the T of his visor, you direct your gaze to the ground. â I jus- I-,â you stammer, not able to find the right words. âThank you.â It comes out more hushed than youâd like, but he still hears you. He just gives you a slight nod before releasing his arm and heading back to his seat. All your muscles turn to stone as you stand there not knowing if you should leave or not, until he cocks his head towards the seat to his left. On shaky legs you find your way to the seat. Before even sitting down fully, the little green child is already trying to get into your lap. Giggling to yourself you let him up onto your lap.Â
Once you do the strangest thing happens. You can feel what heâs thinking, his emotions, his past. How he was trained with the special abilities, much like the ones you just displayed before. How he was scared and in hiding until the man sitting in front of you found him. How he thinks of him as a father, his dad. Your chest tightens at that one. Still confused as to why the same people who wanted this child, Grogu, for his powers, also wanted you, you pull him to your chest to comfort you both. You finally speak up again and ask, âDid they want me because I might have the same abilities as this one?â You meant it to sound strong, but it just came out sounding weak.Â
Without looking at you, the Mandalorian replies shortly after a pause, âYes.â You swore you can see his grip tighten on the ships steering as he says that. Turning to the two of you finally, he says in the sincerest voice youâve heard out of him, âThey wont get to either of you again. I can promise you that.â Your chest swells at this statement and Grogu looks up at you with a smile as if he felt the way your heart fluttered. You wish you were the one wearing the helmet right now because you can feel your cheeks heat up. To ease the situation in the best way you can, awkwardly, you clear your throat before asking, âSo where are we headed now?â
Swiveling back in his chair to hit a few buttons, youâre confused not knowing what they are supposed to do until he pulls up a map and points a place out. He tells you that heâs going to drop off Dr. Pershing at one of the squiggles you see and then try and figure it out from there. âSo, I guess thats where I get off too?â You meant it to come out more as a statement than a question, but after what you just went through, youâd rather not be left to fend for youself.Â
âIf thatâs what you want,â he finally utters after a while. â But theyâre not going to stop coming after you. Either of you. It might be safer for you to stay here with me, us.â The last part comes out so quiet, itâs almost as if he didnât want you to hear, out of fear of your response.Â
Trying to not answer too quickly, you take a deep breath and finally say, âYes. Iâd like that a lot.â With a curt nod, he turns back around. Warmth fills your chest yet again at this strangerâs kindness. Itâs just because I have the same abilities as his child, you try to convince yourself. But deep down youâre hoping itâs more than that. The child in your lap grips your fingers tightly and coos, as if heâs trying to tell you your hopes might not be too far off.Â
Oh, itâs going to be an interesting adventure with these two, you smile to yourself.Â
#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian#din djarin#guilt fic#mando#mando x reader#greef karga#grandpa greef#dr pershing#star wars#star wars fic#din djarin fic#the mandalorian fic#star wars fanfiction#the mandalorian fanfiction#moff gideon#grogu#baby yoda#the child#pedro pascal#din x reader#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x you
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TAZ Balance: the truth will set you free
(ao3 link!)
Rating: TeenÂ
Characters: Taako, Kravitz, Magnus
Wordcount: 2942
âYouâre fuming, dear.âÂ
Taako turns to look at Kravitz when the reaper speaks, trying not to let the thin frown fall off of his face at the sight of his uncharacteristically smug dead boyfriend. From his spot as Taakoâs personal body pillow, Magnus laughs quietly.
âI canât believe he convinced you to teach him this shit,â Taako says with an exaggerated huff. The elf crosses his arms tightly across his chest, sticking his chin up haughtily to hammer home his petulence. Magnus laughs again, the vibrations of it rumbling through Taakoâs back like a purr. Taako very courteously does not throw an elbow backwards into the fighterâs stomach, despite how much he would enjoy doing just that. Kravitz lets out a hum, smirk not quite leaving his unfairly handsome face.Â
âItâs not my fault Angus got curious about multiclassing as a bard,â the reaper finally says. And, as much as Taako was loath to acknowledge it, Kravitz is right. Taako groans theatrically and pointedly does not actually respond like an adult, because fuck that.Â
Angus had approached Taako after one of their lessons together--much less frequent than they once were, before Lucas had gotten the idea to start up a small magic school, but Angus seemed content to return to his first (and clearly superior) tutor whenever the chance presented itself. But instead of asking for some sage wisdom or deeply insightful advice from Taako himself, Angus had asked for confirmation that Kravitz had been a bard before becoming a reaper, then begged for Taako to bring him along for their next lesson.Â
Kravitz had been over the moon when Taako begrudgingly explained the situation, and the reaper wasted absolutely no time in devising a lesson plan for the boy detective. Taako had to work especially hard to keep from swooning over his boyfriendâs enthusiasm and instead sulked to their other boyfriend about the cruelty of life. (Magnus had been very little help, the bastard. Taako left with a disgruntled whine when the fighter started theorizing on how to convince Ango that learning some rogue skills could be helpful too, the absolute traitor.)Â
âYou want to know what I think?â Kravitz asks after another moment of silence. Taako frowns as he finally lets his gaze meet the reaperâs eyes directly.Â
âNot particularly, but something tells me youâre going to keep talking anyway, you dick.â
âYouâre jealous.â
Taako feels himself freeze for half a second before he can pull himself together. Damn Kravitz for knowing him so well. Damn him and Magnus for making him feel comfortable enough to even let himself be read that easily. Damn them both.
âOh fuck right off, youâre full of shit,â the elf tosses back almost automatically through gritted teeth.Â
âHey, play nice,â Magnus teases, poking Taako in the side. The unexpected jab sends a fluttering shockwave through the startled wizard, who squeaks before he can catch himself. Kravitz continues to look on smugly, not breaking eye contact with Taako as he scoots further up the bed and closer to the other two.Â
âYouâre very precious when you get all wound up like this, love,â he murmurs. Taako shifts, instinct telling him to pull away and hide, to clam up and put up an even harder front. A quiet voice that sounded worryingly sweet and comforting tells him to just come clean to the both of his boyfriends. It wasnât like they didnât know he was secretly a soft, if somewhat emotionally-deficient, sap. Magnus had definitely figured it out somewhere along that first hundred years, and Kravitz was frighteningly perceptive.
A sudden weight around his waist distracts Taako from the beginning of whatever bullshit emotional spiral heâs about to fall into, his body automatically pulling against the sudden restriction. Though the warmth of Magnusâ arms encircling him from behind sends an innate sense of calm through him, the elf nearly pulls something in his neck as he whips his head toward the human because Magnus, what the actual hell. Magnus has the decency to look a bit sheepish, but resolutely does not let go.Â
âMagsâŠâ Taako growls, narrowing his eyes and trying to look intimidating despite the growing fluttering of excitement in his stomach. Heâs quickly figuring out Magnusâ plan and is now desperate to not show his hand because fuck, this got different, fast. This somehow turned into Taako goading his boys into absolutely wrecking him for being a stubborn piece of shit, which he hadnât even considered as an outcome when this mock argument had started. Now, however, his mind is three steps ahead, already craving the feeling of his partnersâ touches driving him insane.
Because hereâs the thingâTaako, maybe, kinda, sorta actually likes getting tickled. He absolutely would never say as much, even under pain of death (and he is really familiar with how fucking painful death can be), and the only other being in the multiverse that probably knows is Lup because, duh, twin sister or whatever. So it was always imperative Taako never let on in any way he didnât exactly hate it when Magnus and Kravitz, whether alone or together, decide to tickle him stupid. He would probably implode from the embarrassmentâand what a dumb fucking way to go after everything else. No, that wouldnât do at all.Â
Thus, itâs second nature for the elf to throw out menacing glares and cutting threats, which is exactly what he does as he feels Magnus flex his fingers and rest them at the center of his stomach. Heâs unable to resist flinching at the sudden light touch to his bare midriff, thoughâdamn, why did he and Lup convert the majority of his wardrobe into crop tops?Â
Movement at the other end of the bed catches his attention, so he redirects back to Kravitz, face pinched and pout sufficiently exaggerated.Â
âItâs quite alright, Taako, really,â the reaper says, affecting the tone he usually saves for puppies and small children, the absolute ass, âYouâre allowed to want to be Angusâ favorite.â
âShut up, I do notââÂ
The remainder of Taakoâs protest is swallowed by a sharp gasp as Magnus draws his fingers across Taakoâs stomach with a quick flick
âDo you really think youâre in any position to be bitchy right now?â the human says, smile evident despite his gruff tone. Taako feels his ear twitch as Magnusâs breath skates across his skin and it takes every ounce of concentration he has to not shiver or let out a breathy half-laugh. Instead the elf remains as still as possible, frown almost ridiculously exaggerated and eyes narrow slits focused on Kravitz. The reaper adopts an over-the-top poutâno doubt meant to mock Taakoâs own expressionâand draws ever closer to Taako and Magnus.Â
âMagnus, maybe you could help me convince our beloved to be more honest, hm?âÂ
The words have barely left Kravitzâs mouth when Taako feels Magnus begin to slowly drag his fingertips across his exposed stomach. Tiny zings of tickly sensation burst across Taakoâs skin like low-level electricity and somehow keeping still and silent is the hardest thing Taakoâs ever done in his life. He canât, however, keep the warm bubbling feeling of anticipation and excitement from flooding his entire body, and that, of course, makes keeping still even fucking harder.Â
Magnusâ fingers trail lightly across Taakoâs abdomen before slowly gliding up his sides. Without really meaning to, Taako squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will himself into a trance by force. This clearly amuses both of his boyfriends, as their joint chuckles echo in stereo in the sudden darkness. Taako feels like heâs standing on the edge of a cliff, one wrong move and heâll cascade off the side and plunge ten thousand feetâ
Then Magnusâs devilish touch reaches the top of his ribs and the dam breaks.Â
A steady stream of hiccuping giggles pours from Taako as Magnus gently skitters light tickles across one of Taakoâs absolute worst spots and even without looking, the elf can tell that his boyfriends have both got gleeful expressions on their stupid fucking faces. He squirms, trying in vain to block out the torturous sensation of Magnusâ fingers or escape their attack altogether, but that just seems to encourage the fighter. Feather-light scritches instantly turn into fast, fluttering pinches and quick vibrating prods and Taako would be embarrassed about how quickly he dissolves into full-fledged laughter if he wasnât so busy absolutely losing his mind.Â
âReady to admit you secretly adore Angus yet, love?â Kravitz asks from far too close, Taako can tell heâs almost pressed up against his chest, but fucking of course he isnât. He can practically hear the mischievous grin in the reaperâs voice when he shakes his head.Â
âYou leave me no choice, then.âÂ
Over the sounds of his increasingly frantic laughter, Taako can hear Kravitz speaking the incantation for Zone of Truth, and heâs sure Kravâs crimson eyes are sparkling with mirth. The unique sensation of enchantment magic washing over him barely phases the elfâheâs too preoccupied with Magnusâ deft hands flitting up and down his ribs to really pay it much mind. Taako squeezes his eyes even tighter and attempts to focus on resisting the truth spell, gasping around his laughter, trying to push past the way his nerves feel like theyâve been set alight so he can focusâ
And then promptly fails his save.Â
Of course he fails his save. How could he possibly concentrate on resisting a Zone of Truth from a powerful ex-bard-turned-Grim-Reaper with Magnusâ fucking fingers skittering across his abdomen, drawing squeaky, desperate laughter from him like water from a well?Â
âNow, come on, dove, be honest with us.âÂ
And then Kravitz is tickling him too, on top of concentrating on a fucking spell, his nimble musicianâs fingers skittering ruthlessly across Taakoâs hips, and itâs impossible to think about anything other than the fluttering in his stomach, the laughter forcing its way out of his lungs, the pleasant fuzziness already clouding his mind. He canât even remember Kravâs question, really. Taakoâs brain feels like itâs been filled with cotton (but like, in a good way) and he can barely string two thoughts together before giving up thinking altogether.Â
âAdmit it, Taako, tell us the truth,â Kravitz purrs directly into Taakoâs ear and even that tickles like hell, and between that and the two pairs of hands currently wreaking ticklish havoc on him, it feels like every wire in Taakoâs brain is crossing simultaneously. He wants this to end and also never wants this to end, why canât his boyfriends wreck him like this constantly, itâs not fairâ
âTell us, Ko, come on!â Magnus whines, seemingly trying to match Taakoâs usual petulant tone as he drills his fingers into the wizardâs underarms and knocks his laughter up at least ten decibels, and thatâs what pushes Taako to open his big, stupid mouth. He means to say something about the dumb boy detective, he really does, but instead all he can think about is Kravitz and Magnus making him scream and laugh and thrash around with teasing words and fluttering fingers and, wellâ
âIâIââ Taakoâs voice breaks on a laugh, brain going a million miles an hour and also stuck in the mud simultaneously.
âYes dear, thatâs it, come on, out with it,â Kravitz says while rubbing incessantly ticklish circles into Taakoâs sides. And that finally pushes an answer out of Taako, who manages to push through his laughter long enough to speak.Â
âI fucking like being tickled, okay?âShitâ!â
Suddenly, the two pairs of hands on Taakoâs skin still, and as his laughter slowly dies down, the full impact of what heâd just actually admitted to hits the elf like a cartload of bricks. Fuck. Shit.
Weirdly, instead of instant fiery panic, Taako is filled with a sense of...calm? Itâs like someone hit pause on the entire fucking universe. Taako keeps his eye closed and resolutely doesnât think about what just happened; doesnât think about anything, other than a burning sense of mortification and the deepest desire for a hole to open up and swallow him up.Â
âNope, okay, thatâsâI didnâtâno, fuck this,â Taako mumbles as he sits up, easily breaking out of Magnusâ hold. With eyes still closed he leaps up from the large bed and has half a mind to burn a Teleportation spell to get as far away from his boyfriends as possible before feeling a cool hand wrap around his wrist. Taako can identify the feel of Kravitzâs touch almost alarmingly well, and normally he sinks into it without more than a few grumbled faux-complaints. Here and now, the wizard doesnât instantly pull his arm from Kravitzâs grasp like he desperately wants to, but he doesnât move toward him either. Instead, he keeps his eyes closed and pretends heâs literally anywhere else.Â
âTaako, wait,â and thatâs Magnusâ voice, the one that always makes a small part of Taako melt because itâs so full of genuine love and affection and care and fuck, he has to open his eyes and face the two men he actually definitely loves, shit. He braces himself, not exactly sure what expressions might adorn the faces of his boyfriends but heâs prepared for the worst.Â
The first thing Taako sees when he opens his eyes is, unsurprisingly, Kravitz, as the reaper is closer to him. What does surprise Taako is the look Kravitz is giving him. The other man looksâapologetic?Â
âTaako, Iâm so sorry,â Kravitz starts, and Taako feels his heart stutter a bit, waiting for the other shoe to drop. âI should never have cast Zone of Truth and forced you to tell us that.â
And thatâ
Thatâs not what Taako had expected to hear come out of Kravitzâs mouth. Heâd more or less thought, at the very least, heâd get laughed at. Made fun of. Belittled. Shamed. This isâfar from all of that.Â
âIâwhat?âÂ
If it had been any other time, Taako would have congratulated Krav for actually rendering him fucking speechless, because thatâs a rarity. As it is, Taako canât do much of anything aside from gape, gaze not leaving Kravitzâs crimson eyes.Â
âThe spell, it didnât compel you but it forces you to be truthful, and you clearly werenât ready to tell either of us that youââÂ
At this, Kravitz seems to pause, looking like heâs attempting to phrase his words as carefully as possible while still turning over this new information in his mind. Luckily, Magnus, as he always seems able to, picks up right where their Grim Reaper leaves off.Â
âYouâre totally waiting for us to roast you or something, arenât you?âÂ
Fuck, has Magnus always been this perceptive? Taako could have sworn he was oblivious as all hell but no, this is the man heâs known for over a century, of course Magnus knows all his tells.Â
âWell, weâre not going to,â the fighter barrels forward, always fucking rushing in, and Taako isnât sure whether he wants to dive back onto the bed or Misty Step to the front porch to call Lup on the Stone of Farspeech and just scream.Â
âWhy would we? Itâs not like youâve told us something weird or bad or anything,â Kravitz adds, finally out of his own head. He sounds a little frantic, like he desperately needs Taako to believe him and fantasy Christ, Taako loves him for it.Â
âHonestly, itâs kind of adorable,â Magnus adds. Taako finally cocks his head enough to meet the humanâs eyes and heâs known Magnus long enough to tell when heâs lying.Â
Heâs absolutely not lying.Â
The sense of relief that Taako expects to flood through him comes in waves. His heart is still beating a million miles an hour (which he hadnât even noticed, fuck) and it still feels like he could cook a five course meal using only the heat collected on his face, but his desire to run and hide and sulk is retreating, and the space between Magnus and Kravitz is looking more and more inviting by the second.Â
Itâs the most natural thing in the entirety of the planar system for Taako to lower himself back onto the bed and resume his position lounging against Magnus. Quiet descends on the room and itâs warm, comfortable.Â
âWe should probably have a real conversation about this later,â Kravitz says, and Taako surprises himself by humming in agreement rather than groaning in protest.Â
âLater,â he concedes, and then Magnus is shifting again and Taakoâs about to grouse about how a moving pillow is a pretty shitty pillow whenâ
âSo if you actually like getting tickledââ
An involuntary shudder shoots down Taakoâs back at this, at Magnusâ voice curling around that word, fuck, and suddenly the great bruteâs hands are back on Taakoâs ribs and his fingers are slowly tracing Taakoâs skin and itâs like a bolt of lightning through his entire consciousness.Â
âThen you wonât mind if Krav and I get back to work, huh?â
Despite quickly being overcome by tittering giggles, Taako can sense a voiceless conversation happening over him, and then Kravitz is back in his space and his hands are inching up Taakoâs thighs, squeezing and stroking lightly as they go.Â
âYes, Magnus is rightâyou never actually told us what we really wanted to hear, love,â Kravitz purrs, mischief and affection so clear on his face that thereâs no room for Taakoâs anxiety to even attempt to convince him of something horrible. Â
So instead of spiraling into a pit of despair, Taako revels in the wide grin pulling at his lips, savors the electric sensations rippling across his nerve endings, and laughs.Â
#tk fic#tk fic community#tickle fic#taz fic#the adventure zone fanfic#taz tickle fic#taagnitz#lee taako#ler kravitz#ler magnus#it's happened#it's here#my first official tk fic#posted in celebration of national tickling day because of course#sapphicquillfics
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Vampire!Reader x Markiplier Egos
ty anon for the request
A/N: YES. IT'S BEEN A WHILE. HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN. I absolutely remembered today is the 1 year anniversary of ahwm absolutely this is not a coincidence what are you talking about ahahahahha. I've been busy w/ school and drawing and general depression and anxiety with the current situation but I'm getting back into it! Vampire reader. That's pretty much it. Rated T, a bit of cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of fangs. A slightly suggestive phrase but that's just Illinois like there has to be at least one with him it's the law. ALSO. NEW RULE? IF I'M DOING LIKE HCS OR SMTHN I WILL DO 6 AT A TIME. I CANNOT BE WRITING 14 DIFFERENT EGOS AT ONCE I JUST CAN'T I'M SORRY. anyways enjoy!
Vampire!Reader x Egos Headcanons
General
Not much PDA
Not much going out in general
You have to cover your whole body when you do, unless itâs nighttime
You spend much of your time inside or in the forest
Youâre basically nocturnal
You do drink blood, and you donât need a lot of it
You drink human blood only if they give permission
You donât kill people
You know or know of some other supernatural creatures that exist
You are friends with a werewolf. One specifically. You know the one.
Darkiplier
You both are edgy as all hell itâs perfect!
Politely asks you not to bite him
a) because heâs not human and b) because itâll hurt
You both are very calm and well-spoken. So. not much happens.
However, you are both, in fact, dumb bitches, so things are still entertaining
âMy darling, would you like some garli-mmm nevermind...â
You go out with him sometimes on romantic moonlit walks
You donât have to wear as much then
You make him get a pet, a black cat specifically
He loves it
You named it Darko, Dark for short, and he hates the name
Like he hates the name a lot
It is irrational how much he hates the fucking name
He calls it DA
He never explains why
When you want blood heâll trap a deer or something
You go into the forest and drink a little of its blood
Heâs surprised
âWhat am I, a werewolf?â
Heâll ask you about supernatural creatures, and how to defend against them
Youâre pretty sure heâs an eldritch entity so you arenât sure why heâs asking YOU
He wonât ask how you became a vampire, that seems personal
He never gets startled when you turn into a bat
He can hear your lil wingbeats from a mile away
Sometimes youâll sleep as a bat and he just smiles at you hanging from the fan
Fine with you not interacting with others, like he does much of thatâŠ
Just likes hanging out in your fucking giant victorian mansion with you
Wilford
We all know that his type is, in fact, edgy bitch
Therefore, you are perfect
Dark clothes? Check
Edgy backstory? Probably
Kinda scary? Oh absolutely
And he loves you for that!
He doesnât want to be a vampire, but he fuckin loves your teeth
Heâll ask you to bare them and then heâll do a happy wiggle afterwards
He loves dancing with you, slow or fast
Itâs always romantic
Heâs basically a god so like. Anything you ask for heâs gotchu
You said you were hungry and he fucking kidnapped someone
You said you were hungry, that was on you
You then explain that you donât need a whole FUCKING PERSON
He then steals some blood bags from the hospital
âOh, calm down! They have enough!â
Likes taking you out, so you go on night walks a lot.
Youâre not used to social interaction, so he makes sure to steer you away from people
Unless you want to talk to them, then he starts up a conversation and lets you take over
You donât understand people, and neither does he! Itâs great.
Likes when you turn into a bat
He doesnât know why, it just makes him happy
You made him adopt a black cat
He named it Colonel Whiskers
Loves you and your castle and your weird ass little quirks
Actor
Bite him.
BITE. HIM.
LET HIM BE IMMORTAL
You refuse for the sole reason that he is a dick.
You do get along because you both are, in fact, pretentious
You wear those silk robes around the house, and he gets mad at you
HE is the sexy mysterious one, COME ON!
At least you wonât have an edgier backstory than himâŠ
Likes slow dancing with you
Very much enjoys your Aesthetic
Believes that he too belongs in a Victorian era castle isolated from the world
Loves the dark romance
Is a Fancy Boy
Was fully prepared to murder someone for you to drink their blood
Surprised when you said it wasnât necessary???
Buys a horse or smthn
Asks about supernatural beings and which are immortal
He asks that a lot
He worries you sometimes.
Hates it when you turn into a bat
Youâre small and you fly around and youâre fucking GROSS
He doesnât. He doesnât like animals very much. Besides dogs I mean.
Buys you clothes because youâve been wearing the same shit for fucking EVER
Donât worry, theyâre all black, dark purple, or dark red
Sometimes you decide to go on a walk and he tags along
Possessive bitch
Thinks youâll leave him if you talk to other people
He scares them or leads you away
Was fine with a black wolfdog you brought home after searching for food
Names it Phoenix, and you call it Nix for short
Is deeply in love with you, but will never say or show it
Yancy
He thinks youâre wonderful!
Originally a bit mean to you
He thought YOU thought you were better than him
He saw the fangs and backed off
He asked about them and you answered, so you got along
Asked if he could be a vampire
You asked if he wanted to be immortal. He declined.
Suggested you drink his blood when you were hungry
You said it wasnât necessary, but he pushed
Stared at you the whole time
âwhatâs your issueâ âthis is very⊠intimate.â
On that note: has an issue with intimacy
Youâre very cold naturally, so youâd want to cuddle
He awkwardly shifts away
Once he gets more comfortable, he might cuddle with you
Loves the silk robes you own, theyâre so fucking COMFY
AND THE SILK SHEETS?? Heaven
Absolutely loves all the fancy shit you have
You teach him how to waltz and he teaches you how to tap dance
You have a very equal give and take relationship with everything, itâs great
Neither of you like social interaction
You will if you HAVE to but mostly keep to yourselves
You love Yancy's prison buddies
They love you too
Asked if you knew mothman
You couldnât tell if he was joking
He absolutely Was Not joking
He sings to you sometimes
It echoes through the place and the Aesthetic man
Hates it when you turn into a bat
Bad. No. Stop. Scary.
A small animal flying at him is a no go
Alternatively: get him a pet dog and he will love you forever
He names it Elvis. Yeah you know why.
Overall loves you and your aesthetic, and you could tell even before you got together
Illinois
Excited but doesn't show it
He's met PLENTY of supernatural creatures
Ghosts, gods, there was a thing with that werewolf one timeâŠ
(He has the scars to prove it)
But a vampire? That's new
He doesnât live at your place because he travels a lot
He still stays there sometimes between adventures
Uncomfortable with how clean it is
You are. An immortal being. And you take the time to clean. What the fuck.
âWould YOU wanna spend eternity in a dusty ass mansion?â
His flirts are often about your fangs
You threatened to bite him and he said âpromise?â
Said you could drink his blood, but you said no
âI donât know what the fuck you got in that bloodstreamâ
Doesnât do walks but takes you on adventures
If itâs a cave. And you turn into a bat.
ONLY if you turn into a bat
Sidenote: he fucking adores when you turn into a bat
He just thinks theyâre neat
Uncomfortable with how soft everything you own is
NOTHING is soft in nature
Except. Like a lot of things. But donât tell him heâll get mad
Doesnât really want a pet bc heâll never be home to deal with it
Heâll be fine if you get one though
He wants to name it Nathan Drake he doesnât care what it is
NERD(see: Uncharted)
Will never EVER wear a fucking suit
He will DIE before he wears a suit fuck you
Dislikes anything remotely fancy
Talks about the creatures heâs met
you get Bard Vibes if ya know what i mean wink wink nudge nudge he's a whore is what I'm saying here
You hang out normally mostly
He refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you
Not after the mermaid incident.
He eventually will, i promise
Magnum
Heâs a pirate, he doesnât care
Heâs seen sirens, ancient spirits, probably Davey Jones at some point
A vampire? Low on the list of dangerous creatures
He has a whole ship made outta wood heâs not that worried
You don't really sail with him often
When you do, you're seen as a threat to anyone and everyone
He loves that about you
Warned you not to bite him or he'd stake you
You promised not to and that was enough for him
You get along with the crew fairly well
However do NOT turn into a bat around them
They will not hesitate to shoot
"UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT, MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS!
You can maybe do it around Magnum and only Magnum
Doesn't like your house
He belongs to the sea
But can and will steal your sheets for himself
A pirate can have a little silk, as a treat
Offered his crew's blood to drink after a while
You declined because you don't know what the fuck kinda diseases they have
Doesn't really want a pet. He can't tell them what to do.
You bought an axolotl and he loves it a lot
Its name is Delta but he has deemed it Magnum Jr
Can't really. Fit. In any suits you have
He has to go out and get one personally tailored if he wants it
Likes dancing with you
Slow dancing. To Danny Boy.
He can't dance but that's ok he tries
You talk about land creatures and he talks about ocean creatures
So far he despises werewolves and skinwalkers
He likes spending as much time with you possible
He doesn't much like the idea of a relationship bc of his uh line of work
But he loves you
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