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snowsonlylove · 8 months ago

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Looking So Crazy in Love

Pairing: Academy!Coriolanus Snow x Enemy!Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow have been butting heads since the very first time they met despite their parents being mutual friends, which makes them frustrated as it means that they have to see each other every time the families gather. Now, they’re both 18 and are considered young adults. Their friends, Arachne and Festus, are sick of them arguing and throw them in a closet to sort it out (Arachne secretly setting this up with Festus after seeing how Coriolanus looks at Y/N), which leads to them having rough, hateful sex.

Fic Type: Smut (NSFW) 18+, Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex (don’t do this people, wear it before you tap dat ass), degradation, mommy issues, lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 2.3k

I do not own Coriolanus Snow or Y/N Y/L/N (cuz it’s you, boo). All credits go to Suzanne Collins and her team. Song credits also go to Beyonce and her team.

Also, ageless and empty blogs will be BLOCKED as this is a 18+ fic. Report my fics and you’re blocked cuz if u don’t like it, LEAVEEEE.

Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow first met during the tender age of 3, both being the only children of their families and the apples of their fathers’ eyes. You may think that this makes it so that they have something in common, however that is totally not the case. Since the first time they’ve looked into each other’s eyes, all they saw was someone who can take away their parent’s love because of how similar they are.

Coriolanus felt that Y/N was someone that his parents would really love as there was a time where her mother mentioned having a girl instead of a boy. That statement made him blind with rage since he thought that his mother never saw him as good enough. He professed this to his father, who looked shocked as he comforted him before confronting his mother after, which led to a huge fight he would rather not discuss.

Y/N however had it worse as her mother always saw her as someone who could take her spot as the sole love of her husband and hated her since birth. Whenever she looked into Y/N’s eyes, all she saw was hate, burning aflame as she saw red with how much she hated her daughter. Y/N not only took away her beauty, but added to her life baggage as she started to have droopy eyes, saggy breasts and a flabby stomach, making her hate Y/N more.

15 years later, both Y/N and Coriolanus are now 18, both preparing for their coming of age gala hosted in the Y/L/N’s estate. As Y/N got ready for the upcoming gala, she thought about how much better life had been had her mother accepted her for who she is. She doesn’t know why her mother hated her, always criticising her looks, her weight, her actions. She was just sick of it. She wanted a way out of it, and she would find a way.

Coriolanus on the other hand, had started to notice how Y/N’s features have benefitted her lately, her ass plumper, her breasts more prominent and her facial features all enhanced into a perfect symphony. He doesn’t know what this tugging feeling is, but he always felt it when being in proximity, especially when in the same room with Y/N. He tried to be discreet as he took glances from time to time, admiring her features. Unfortunately, he was not as sleek as he thought as a certain Arachne Crane saw this exchange and devised the perfect plan before running to her go-to pal for chaos, Festus Creed.

As Y/N finished getting ready, Coriolanus arrived to the Y/L/N mansion looking exceptionally handsome with his curls perfectly tame, his dress shirt clinging to his perfectly sculpted muscles and his blazer and dress pants a perfect blood red, referring to the Snow’s love for roses as the Snow family entered the estate, the picture of perfection if there ever was one.

Coriolanus looked around the crowd, before treating himself to a tall glass of posca, anxious to see what his arch-nemesis looked like when all of the sudden, the lights dimmed in the estate as the Y/L/N family walked down the ginormous flight of stairs, all made of expensive granite as Y/N’s parents walked down hand-in-hand before Y/N joined shortly after. All eyes on her as they stared in either awe or jealousy as she sauntered down the flight of stairs like she owned it (which she does fyi).

Coriolanus felt every movement around him slow down as he took in Y/N’s appearance as one of an angel, with her feathery dress cut down to a modest length, ending just above her thighs as the dress had jewels and rhinestones echo around her in a wave of beauty, wrapping around her features like a second skin of sorts. As he glanced at her, she suddenly met his gaze and gave him a look of confusion, which immediately made him snap out of his trance as he walked away.

Y/N reached the floor of the gala as she glided through the crowd to the drinks station, in which she entertained herself to a glass of posca, swallowing the harsh liquid in one go. She examined the crowd as she saw her friends talking and decided to join in their conversation. “Hi guys, what are we discussing?” Arachne looked at Y/N, feigning surprise all the sudden, “Oh! Look who’s joined us, the star of the moment.” Y/N looked at Arachne with a pointed look, tilting her head to the side, “That, I am. Thank you for saying that, Arachne. Always looking forward to hearing something so unprofessional from that dick-sucking mouth of yours.” She gave her a snide smile after.

Most of the friend group around them laughed, some even slapping their friend’s arms in disbelief. It was at that moment where Coriolanus showed up and swung a hand over Y/N’s shoulder, acting as if they were best friends. Y/N then looked at him incredulously, shoving his hand out of her shoulder. The group looked at them as if they were watching a movie. The atmosphere was tense for a moment before Clemensia let out a frustrated sigh, “Oh my god! Guys, what is up with you two? You guys always fight every time you’re together and it’s killing me over here!”

Both Y/N and Coriolanus looked at her, shocked before their arms were pulled by two bodies. Arachne pulled Y/N and Festus pulled Coriolanus as they dragged the two to a quiet shady place in the Y/L/N estate before shoving them in a nearby closet and locking it from the outside. “Y/N! Coriolanus! We’re sick of you two fighting! You two better work it out if you want to be let out!” Y/N’s and Coriolanus’s hands were turned to fists as their hands furiously banged on the closet to be let out. “Let me out, you bitch! Oh, just wait until I get out of here!” Y/N screamed as her face turned red. Arachne and Festus laughed from outside the closet before pulling each other towards the gala, leaving the two of them alone.

Coriolanus sighed as Y/N gave up and tried her best to sit with whatever space they had. “Hey, are you okay?” Coriolanus said as Y/N looked at him, her face the picture of female rage. “Okay? What the fuck do you mean am i okay Coriolanus?! Are you fucking kidding me?! God! I can’t believe you’re that dumb!” Coriolanus was offended by that statement as he stared at her for a moment for furrowed brows before responding in an equally frustrated tone, “I’m just trying to comfort you, Y/N! God! I can’t even be civil with you anymore! Genuinely, what do I have to do to make you show me just an ounce of respect?!”

Y/N looked at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you actually fucking with me right now? Coryo, we’ve never been friends! The fact that you think we'd be best friends now is seriously beyond me. Why do you even care, huh? Every time you look at me, all you do is look at me like I crushed your favourite Barbie doll or something, why do you think I’d be civil with you?” She kept on riling him up as Coriolanus stood in the closet, heaving huge, deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down before he suddenly exploded, “Because I like you, okay! Good God! I don’t know when or how I like you but it. just. happened. There! Happy now?!’

Y/N looked at him, her breaths slowing down as she looked at him with an expression of disbelief, “What… W-What? H-How, Coriolanus?” “I don’t know, Y/N! All I know is that I’m in love with you and it’s killing me that you’re not even looking at me whenever we’re together.” Y/N looked at him, her mouth turned to an “O” shape, “Oh…” Coriolanus continued, his hands suddenly going to cup her cheeks as he leaned his forehead towards hers, “Y/N Y/L/N… I have been in love with you and I haven’t been honest about it. I’ve gone from wanting to kill you.. to wanting to kill for you. Please, don’t push me away. Let’s work this out..”

Y/N reluctantly leaned in as she closed the gap between them, their teeth and tongues clashing together in a crazed frenzy. It was almost like a battle between them as Y/N pulled on Coriolanus’s bottom lip as he pushed her against the closet with what little space they had, making the closet move with great force as they stumbled a little without breaking their kiss. They continue this battle as they roughly shoved each other’s clothes out of the other’s as Y/N tore Coriolanus’s dress shirt open after shoving his blazer off, ripping the fabric and tearing the buttons off in the process.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus’s hands went to the back of her dress and quickly pulled her zipper down before roughly shoving her dress down, tugging her lace underwear down and unclipping her bra with one hand. Y/N’s hands roamed around his chest as she moved from kissing his lips to kissing his neck, collarbone and shoulder before continuing all the way to his barely visible happy trail, tugging the zipper of his pants down just enough for her to pull his huge, aching hardness with pre-cum leaking on its tip.

Y/N tried her best to kneel as she looked up to him with her eyes glazed with lust as she pumped his dick up and down a few times before swirling her tongue on the tip of his dick and working up until she was able to take about half of his dick until she suddenly felt this force on her head, pushing her down further to take more of his dick. She then heard one of the most slutty groans ever as she smirked in accomplishment. She started with a slow but deep pace before Coriolanus aided her in increasing her speed into a rough, unforgettably fast pace as the closet echoed with his groans and her gagging on his cock.

This did not last long as Coriolanus groaned a final time before shoving her head all the way to the hilt of his dick as he came into her throat. Y/N moaned as she felt the warm liquid in her throat as she swallowed dutifully before looking up at Coriolanus with her mascara streaming down her face, her lipstick smushed as when she pulled his dick out of her mouth, there was a noticeably red print on his dick. After pulling it out her mouth, Coriolanus continued grabbing her hair as he pulled her into another rough kiss and lined his dick with her pussy before stroking it to her clit a few times and finally pushing it in her dripping wetness, both of them moaning loudly in the process.

Coriolanus moaned, “Ohh, so good, Y/N. Such a dirty, dirty girl. You enjoyed having my dick in your mouth, huh? You're my nasty little slut, yeah? My. dirty. little. whore..” He said as he thrusted his erection in her center with every word. Y/N sighed in pleasure as she shakily moaned while she played with her tits, “Y-Yes, Coryo. Fuck me h-harder, I’m y-your little slut. I’m such a dirty little w-whore.”

This fueled Coryo as his thrusts became rougher and he continued thrusting himself into her harder and harder, causing the closet to shake in tandem as their moans and groans echoed around the closet. There was also a very distinct sound of skin slapping echoing as his balls slapped her ass, both Y/N and Coriolanus wrapping their arms around each other as Coriolanus lifted her right leg up to his waist as his thrusts became deeper with him getting close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, sweetheart. Such a good little whore..” His forehead was glistening with sweat as he felt his body becoming warmer and warmer with Y/N moaning incessantly as she also felt herself getting closer, “O-Ohh, Coryo! I’m so close, so so close. Oh, you’re gonna make me come.” She panted, “I’m coming, Coryo. I’m coming. OHH GODD!”

“So good, Y/N. So good..” Coriolanus panted as he quickly pulled out of her and pushed her down to her knees before pumping his cock and cumming on her face and breasts. His cum was everywhere. It decorated her nose, her eyebrows, her eyelashes, her forehead, down to her cheeks and lips, which were covered with his pearly white, spent. The rest was all over her collarbone, shoulder and her breasts as well as the valley of it. She damn looked like a whore, his whore.

“Y’so pretty like this.. covered in my cum everywhere. Just like one of those district whores. But now, you’re all mine sweetheart, you’d do well to remember that.” He said with an evil smirk. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she gave an evil smile of her own, “Who’s to say I am? You know, I might as well be fucking someone else. Sejanus looks pretty handsome tonight. Might even invite him-” Her words were taken out of her as his eyes turned a dark hue and he dragged her towards him and kissed her lips hard before going down and sucking a big, fat hickey on her. He tasted himself on her tongue but he didn’t care as he kept sucking, therefore preventing her on finding any other guy.

Y/N moaned as she tangled her hands in his hair as as he pulled his face from her neck, he said with a dark tone, “No, sweetheart… That’s never gonna happen with me. Unless you look forward to seeing Sejanus’s decapitated head on the news one day? That is not happening anytime soon.. You’re mine, understand? No one is gonna touch you from now on.. You’re mine as much as I’m yours, understood?”

Y/N gave him a small smile as she responded with a soft tone, “Understood, Coryo.”

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raya-hunter01 · 10 months ago

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Let It Snow

One Shot

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mila)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff,

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Main Event Jey Uso is upset that the trip that he planned for his girlfriend Mila is not off to a good start. Frustrated, Jey goes live on his Instagram complaining about the snow. Now going through a snow storm the couple decide to make the best of it..

Let it snow!

“Yo’…… What is this shit? All mountains…… Yo, this that stuff ya’ll don’t see though,” Jey sighed full of frustration as we were going through a snowstorm warning. “Come on babe, we’re almost there,” I sighed as he ended his IG story.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just frustrated nothin’ is goin’ right. Our first rental broke down, and I almost missed the show tonight. Now with this rental, they let damn third and second-row seats down to inspect them and now they stuck, looks like we drivin’ a bed,” Jey said as I looked in the backseat.

He had a point, but if he knew what I wanted to do on those seats, I don’t think he would mind.

“Babe, it’s fine at least they were able to get us this SUV at the last minute and they cut the price down,” I said trying to see the good in the situation.

“We could have been stranded in that town until after Christmas, but the rental place came through at least on that part,” I said trying to point out what we should be thankful for.

“Yeah, they did so I’ll give them that, but the hits just keep coming. How does a snowstorm warning come as the snow is falling? We stuck drivin’ like old people make love, slow as snails,” he ranted as I bit back a smirk at his analogy.

“Look just breathe, It’s ok baby. Everything is working out, it’s just takin’ us a little longer than planned to get to the cabin,” I said as he kissed my hand.

“I know I’m trippin’ and I’m sorry. I just wanted something better than this for our first Christmas trip together Mila. It’s been a disaster, nothin’ has gon’ right at all,” Jey said glancing at me as I played with his hair.

“Jey, you can’t help what happened with the rental and you can’t control the weather. I’m just happy we’re here together," I said as he sighed, rubbing his hand over his beard.

“You right, but I still should have just requested the house show off today. We could have been warm in the cabin, and watching the snow fall instead of driving in it,” he said caressing my leg.

“Uh no, you shouldn’t have, the fans loved you tonight. Many people got those tickets as Christmas gifts and you guys made so many little kids dreams come true tonight. Never take that for granted because in an instant it can be gone,” I said as he smiled at me.

“I just love you da hell outta you, you know dat right," he said glancing at me as I blushed.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned over slowly caressing his chin, gently kissing him on the neck as he groaned in pleasure.

“See you startin’ shit, don’t make me throw yo’ ass in the backseat and have my way wit you,” his deep voice warned as I smirked against his neck before returning to my seat looking innocently at him.

“Then you lookin’ at me like that. I’m serious Mila, you gon’ bring in Christmas full of dick and carpet burns on yo’ ass, keep playin’ he said as I laughed.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, you gon’ have to stand on business you keep talkin’ like that now. I just wanted to tell you, that I love you too,” I said turning up the radio as he smirked keeping his eyes focused on the highway.

Jey’s POV

“Everyone here at the quiet storm would like to thank you all for tuning in on this cold, snowy Christmas Eve. Tis the season to be with the ones you love. So, fellas grab ya ladies and make some beautiful memories,” the DJ said as Let It Snow by Boyz II Men and Brian McKnight began playing. “A’ight ya’ll set the mood,” I said as the slow ballad filled the car.

Let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow

“I know right, it doesn’t even feel like Christmas until I hear this. It’s one of my favorite Christmas songs,” Mila said leaning back in her seat, humming as I smiled at her.

Having an Idea, I looked at my road markers and turned off the highway. “What are you doing?” Mila asked as I backed off the road a little in between two trees turning on the brights making the deserted road covered with beautiful white snow glow.

“You’ll see baby,” I whispered turning up the music before I got out and went around to her side of the car, opening her door.

“Jey, it’s cold as hell and we already ain’t dressed for this type of weather. You got on a hoodie, and I got on this dress,” she stressed as I laughed grabbing her blanket off her lap and helping her out of the car.

Hey, it's another Christmas Holiday

It's a joyous thing let the angels sing.

Cause we're together.

“You heard the DJ, he told me to grab yo’ fine ass and make some memories,” I said leading her to the front of our rental as she smiled shyly at me.

“You are just full of surprises,” she whispered as I twirled her around, wrapping her blanket around us as we swayed to the music. “Gotta keep you on your toes,” I said as she laughed.

“Nah, what you doin' is makin’ me fall even harder for you Mr. Fatu,” Mila whispered running her fingers through my hair. I felt my heart swell as her beautiful eyes held me captive.

“That means I’m on the right track Vaivai,” I whispered as she blushed at my use of my native tongue.

We got a thing here, can't let it slip away

Though outside is rain and sleet

When our bodies meet...

I don't care 'bout the weather

“So, you think I’m beautiful?” Mila asked as the light shone on her beautiful face making her even more stunning than she already was.

The snow seemed to be falling harder and I knew we should get back on the road, but I didn’t care I was in the moment with her and that was all that mattered.

“You my beautiful angel,” I confessed, pulling her closer as she laid her head on against my chest, slowly grazing her fingertips across my chest making my heart race.

Let it snow, let it snow

Outside it's cold but the fire's blazin'

So baby let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Feeling her shiver against me I wrapped her blanket tighter around us as she looked up at me smiling brightly.

“I would have never dreamed we would be out here dancin’ in the snow, I know you hate it,” Mila said as I gently kissed her.

“It seems to be growin’ on me…Especially since you here wit me,” I said, her hands caressing my face as I fell deeper into the beautiful pool of her brown eyes as she shyly nibbled on her bottom lip.

Mila's POV

Talk about a core memory…. Jey’s strong arms around my waist holding me close as we danced in the snow. I felt safe and loved, something he always promised me I would feel if I just gave him a chance.

I wanna wrap you up, baby

Then you'll see you're the only present I need

There's so much more

Waiting for you in store

“You just keep biting dat lip, you know what that does to me, Mila,” Jey moaned gently caressing my lower lip with his thumb, his words making my pussy quiver.

“Stand on business then ma ave au,” I whispered kissing his thumb, slowly opening my plump lips, swirling my tongue around it as he growled lowly.

From this precious day

I can gladly say

There's no place that I'd rather be

“Mmm, you want me to stand on business and take you? That what you want baby?" Jey asked as I released his thumb. "Yes," I panted breathlessly as he used his thumb to once more caress my lips before finally taking me in a slow sensual kiss.

My knees became weaker by the second as we explored each other’s mouths, desperate to get closer. Three weeks had been too long for us both.

“I been dreamin’ bout you and what I’d do when I saw you again. You ready for me baby?” Jey asked, tortuously moving his kisses to my shoulder, playing with the straps on my dress.

And oh, you are my everything, come a little closer

God must have sent you down from heaven

Let it snow, let it snow

My hands trembling as I gripped his shirt. “Mmm, Yes, I want you so bad,” I moaned into the blistery night air unafraid to say what I wanted and needed.

Jey growled suddenly grasping my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, carrying me back to our SUV as I nibbled on his neck.

I don't care 'bout the weather baby

All I need you to do is be with me, baby

Let it snow

As long as you're here with me

Let it snow

“Once again Merry Christmas from the crew here at the Quiet Storm goodnight, everybody,” I heard the DJ faintly say as I feasted on Jey’s neck, his moans urging me to have my way.

Carrying me around to the back of the SUV, Jey opened the liftgate and gently laid me down as I slid back towards the front, avoiding our luggage.

“Shit, the lights. We don’t need anybody stopping thinkin’ we need some help. We ain’t got much time, and you betta be naked when I get back Mila,” his deep sexy voice commanded as he ran back around to the driver’s side.

I quickly discarded my clothes laying on my blanket and using my dress as a pillow.

I felt a blast of heat above me, feeling thankful he turned the heat up. Planting my feet and opening my legs I closed my eyes in anticipation.

Hearing the liftgate close, my breath hitched and my heart began to race as I felt Jey’s hand caressed my legs.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, waiting for me to take you,” Jey moaned as I trembled feeling him between my thighs lightly running his fingertips across my hips.

“Baby please,” I begged not ashamed in the slightest as his lips lightly brushed across mine.

“Look at me Mila, I want you to watch me… Watch me pleasin’ you baby,” Jey moaned grasping my chin, making me look at him as I trembled against him.

“Jey don’t tease me,” I whimpered against his lips as I felt him smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it beautiful,” he whispered slowly inching into my welcoming fountain.

“Mmm, Fuck!” I exclaimed as each thrust was better than the last as I felt him growing more and more inside me.

“Yea, you love feelin’ dat dick rock up in dat pussy, don’t you baby?” Jey asked biting back a moan, clawing his back.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes,” I moaned, my back arched in ecstasy exposing my ever-sensitive neck. Growling in appreciation Jey began sucking greedily on my neck as my pleasure continued to climb higher with each powerful thrust.

“That's it, that's what I wanted...Just like dat Mila, you beautiful baby,” he praised as I shivered, his teeth lightly grazing my neck.

I began to move against him as he hissed, stilling my hips.

“Not yet, I don’t want you to cum yet,” he declared sitting back on his knees, one hand grasping my hips, sinking slowly and deeply inside me setting a steady pace as the other lightly grasped my neck.

“Baby…babybabybabyjey. Mmm, you so deep,” I purred as he took me how he wanted.

“Mmhmm and you takin’ it all Mila. Fuck! You such a good girl, I love dat shit,” Jey praised me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“I love it too,” I proclaimed, sitting up wrapping my arms around his neck, and bouncing to meet his thrusts. Claiming his lips in a powerful kiss, our tongues met again with urgency.

"Fuck, Mmhm! Bounce on dat dick and show me how much you missed it", Jey whispered, intertwining our hands givin' me leverage as I bounced with wild abandon, on a mission for us both.

"Mmm, you like that baby," I groaned flicking my tongue against his lips as a low growl escaped them.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” Jey moaned, releasing my hands, lowering me down, and spreading my legs wider. His thrusts never faltered as a strangled moan fell from his lips as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper inside me.

"Jey! Shit!" I gasped, drowning in pleasure as he pleased me. His intense gaze holding me captive.

“Uh huh, I ain’t forgot bout that spot baby, fuck dat pussy getting’ even wetter for me. You close ain’t you?” Jey moaned as our hips pounded against each other.

Yes! I'm so close," I cried, my eyes glazed over in pleasure as I finally gave in and allowed them to close. Biting my bottom lip, I shyly put my hands over my face.

“Look at me, Mila stop hiding from me. If you don’t, I’ll stop,” Jey declared as I forced my eyes open." Jey, please,” I moaned as he began rubbing his thumb and forefinger against my clit sending shockwaves through my body.

“I got you, baby, I promise,” Jey moaned as I began moving against him again as he groaned. “Mmm, I know baby,” I moaned as his fingers swirled around my clit again before he traced my lips with the same two fingers.

“Open up for Daddy baby,” he whispered, slowly slipping his fingers inside my mouth. Groaning, I greedily began sucking on his fingers as he smirked at me.

“You taste good, don’t you? Let Daddy see,” He whispered, with a carnal gaze rendering me speechless as he pulled out abruptly.

Whimpering at the loss of him, Jey threw my legs back, and greedily began sucking my clit between his lips as I squirmed beneath him. “Oh my God Jey!” I cried gripping his hands on my legs as he controlled my body.

“Yea, It’s me, baby, It's been too long since I've tasted you," he moaned curling his two fingers against my g-spot.

“Yes, it has! Eat your pussy, baby,” I praised as he devoured me whole as I used as I began moving against his mouth with a purpose.

“Mmmhm, you taste so good, I been waitin’ on this,” he proclaimed curling his fingers even faster as he flattened his tongue lapping it against my clit his gaze never leaving mine.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, get nasty with that shit, lick it all up baby,” I purred as Jey growled, simultaneously moving his fingers and tongue together even faster in sync.

My body whimpering in need, steadily climbing heights I didn’t even know existed until I had nowhere else to go.

“God, I love you!” I cried reaching my peak, spilling into his awaiting mouth as he drank my essence humming in satisfaction.

“Mmm, I love you too baby,” he moaned caressing my thigh as I fought to catch my breath.

“That was amazing ba- Shit!” I exclaimed as he entered me swiftly towering over me, his lips overpowering mine we tasted each other.

“Yes, it was but I ain’t done wit you yet,” Jey moaned thrusting long and deep inside me as felt my body begin to tingle all over again.

“I want you to cum when I tell you to. Do you hear me?” Jey grunted nibbling on one of my nipples while caressing the other before giving the other the same equal attention as I continued to melt into him.

I knew Jey felt I was close, as he began thrusting harder. "Jeyjeyjeyjey….…. Oh, baby!” I gasped almost chanting, pushing at his lower abdomen. Each thrust was more powerful than the last as he went deeper, rendering me unable to think.

“Move yo’ hand, why you tryin’ to run,” Jey groaned biting his lower lip never stopping his thrusts as I felt myself about to tip over the edge of ecstasy again.

“Stop runnin’ Mila, all this is just for you… Don't be scared, get your nut,” Jey moaned moving my hands as he went deeper.

“Mmm, fuck, I can take it. I can take it all ” I moaned as Jey leaned down, grasping my throat, taking me in a possessive kiss as he continued to take me deeper and deeper.

“I know you can take it all baby. You look so gorgeous takin’ it too,” he groaned against my lips as I writhed beneath him, both of us chasing climax.

“Mmm, right there. I'm bout to cum,” I moaned as he trembled against me as my pussy pulsed, engulfing him tighter.

“Shit! Me too, cum wit me beautiful,” Jey moaned as I fell apart in his arms “I’m cummin’!" I exclaimed as we went over the cliff together slowly falling back to earth as he collapsed in my arms, his head laying on my chest as I played with in his hair.

Totally spent and trying to catch my breath, I looked up at the clock on the radio, damn 12:30 a.m.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered as Jey gently kissed me. “Merry Christmas baby,” he whispered, sighing against my lips as his phone rang and interrupted our moment.

“Damn it’s Jimmy,” Jey said reaching up front, getting his phone as I started putting my clothes back on.

“What’s up, Uce,” he said putting Jimmy on speaker phone, pulling up his sweats and putting his hoodie back on.

“Aye, where the hell ya’ll at? We just got to our cabin and I didn’t see ya’ll's SUV next door. Ya’ll left before we did, is everything good Jimmy asked as Jey sighed.

“Yea, we good, Uce,” Jey said as he stared at me licking his lips as I blushed, not believing what we had just done.

“I checked your location and you been in the same spot for awhile. Ya’ll didn’t break down, did you?” Jimmy asked as I shook my head.

“Nah, we bout to get back on the road, Uce, we just stopped for awhile the snow was getting to me,” Jey said as I raised a brow at him. “Damn liar,” I whispered as he smirked.

“Uh huh, more like seeing Mila again was getting’ to yo’ ass,” Jimmy snickered as I climbed back into my seat as Jey opened the liftgate and went back around to the driver’s side to get in.

“Bro, chill we on the way, and the snow ain’t too bad now so it shouldn’t take us long,” Jey said starting the SUV as I bundled back up under my blanket.

“A’ight well text me when ya’ll get here, maybe we can all do breakfast a little later on today,” Jimmy said as they exchanged their goodbyes.

“Well let’s gon’ knock this last hour out,” I said as Jey smiled at me.

Yea, let’s do that cause when we get to the cabin….Oouu you in for a long ass week. I doubt we gon’ be goin next door to have breakfast with Jimmy and Trin later on today.. Maybe tomorrow but definitely not today,” he said as I laughed.

“Well I’ll hold you to that,” I said as he kissed my hand. We had another hour to ride in this snow but one thing was for sure…

This Christmas was definitely shaping up to be one to remember.

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sokoviansimp · 1 year ago

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I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are I was wondering what if hydra tried to take y/n back, and like tried to hurt her again and Wanda being scared and protective? What do you think? And Nat being her rock while they try to get y/n back if hydra takes her away again? Idk anyway I love your writing

Taken

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary: Wanda and Nat attempt to get Y/N back after she is Taken back by Hydra.

✒ Tags and Warnings: kidnapping, fighting

✒ Author's Note: This was so much fun to write, hope you enjoy!

✒ Word Count: 3750-ish

✒ Read Time: 18 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU : Socials

“Y/N, get your stuff together, sweetie.” your teacher instructed once she hung up the phone with the main office. You were over at your desk practicing your vocabulary words with your friend Matthew, “Am I in trouble?” you wondered. Was she kicking you out? Did you do something wrong? You’ve never had to pack your bag in the middle of the day.

“No, no, of course not,” your teacher assured, “Your guardian is here to pick you up early,” she explained

“Early?” you weren’t told anything about this before you were dropped off, “Yes, she’s here now, better not to keep her waiting.” she urged.

After getting your things together you hurried to the main office to meet Wanda, or at least that’s who you were expecting. Your confusion continued when you saw Natasha waiting for you alone, “Natty? Where Mama?”

“Hi, Y/N. Oh, Wanda is just waiting for us at home, no need to worry,” she informed you with an eerily wide smile as she ushered you out of the building. Everything felt off, Nat always picked you up into her arms as soon as she saw you after camp. Maybe she was just in a hurry, so you stopped walking, “Natty, uppie?” you suggested with your arms up.

“Oh, sure come here,” she responded as she took you into her arms. The closer the two of you got to the parking lot, you could feel her rustling around in her pockets for something but you ignored it as you rested your head on her shoulder, “Guess what I learned 'bout today!” you offered, since usually, that was the first thing Nat would ask when she picked you up from camp.

“What?” she responded distractedly, not really interested in what you had to say.

“You s'posed to guess,” you urged.

“Ugh, I don’t know kid, 2+2?” she snapped back. You weren’t expecting such a negative response, usually, Natasha was so happy to see you.

“No, I a'ready know dat. I learned dat water uhm, can go from being water, uhm, den it can go into da air and up into da sky and den it comes back down when it rains from da sky. OH and when it gets cold, like really cold water turns solwid like ice and if it's raining den it’s snowing.” you explained with lots of excitement and exclaimated expressions on your face.

“Cool,” Natasha replied unimpressed. As the two of you got closer to the car and further from the school, the parking lot became more desolate. Once you were in a spot that was tucked away and out of the public eye, you noticed that she finally pulled whatever she was looking for out of her pocket.

“Natty, you ok?” you wondered if something was wrong since she seemed so off and uninterested in you.

“Hm? Oh yea, everything is fine,” she assured as you felt a stabbing pain in your left leg causing you to jolt slightly in shock, “OW! Natty, wha's dat?” almost instantly you felt your muscles relax so much that you no longer had control over them, “Na'y?” you fought out as you slumped over. Trying to focus on anything proved to be a challenge as you struggled to keep your eyes from closing. It didn’t take long before it was too much to fight and you slowly drifted away into unconsciousness in her arms.

When dismissal time rolled around, Wanda and Nat were there 5 minutes early like always. Your teacher was quite concerned to see them there waiting for you when you had already left for the day so she immediately approached the couple with a perplexed expression adorning her features, “What brings you two back here today?”

The two werent expecting to be questioned for something so mundane, “What do you mean? We’re here for Y/N, of course.” Wanda politely chuckled, hoping the teacher was just joking around.

“Y/N already left, you were were here around lunch time to pick her up for early dismissal,” Your teacher informed as she motioned towards Natasha.

Wandas, heartbeat immediately picked up as she began to dial in on her senses, “Early dismissal? This is the first time I’ve been here all day,” Natasha answered and Wanda could see that the teacher wasn’t lying, but neither was Natasha.

You began to stir slowly, thinking you were down for a nap in your bed. It wasn’t until your eyes fluttered open and you began to focus on the details around you that you noticed you were back in a cell. Once you’re fully awake, you stand up to inspect the door holding you captive. In an attempt to break out, you try to concentrate your powers and quake the door open even though didn’t have high hopes as you have never had full control of your powers, but you figured it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, your captors were one step ahead of you. Instantly you fell to the ground with an intense pain emanating from the inhibitor they had placed around your neck.

Memories from earlier quickly flooded back to the front of your mind as you quickly jolted yourself into the corner and curled your body into the fetal position. Tears began threatening to spill from your eyes as you remembered who was responsible for your trip back to the cell. Natasha. How could she do this? One of the people you trusted most just betrayed you so easily. Though, that wasn’t anything new for you, in fact, you think to yourself that you really should’ve seen it coming. It’s what they all do. Seems like no one is ever really on your side.

Your spiraling thoughts are interrupted when the door to your cell swings open and 3 people flood in. You try to fold in on yourself and become as small as you can but you're already tight-knit in the corner.

As if your vivid memories weren’t enough, Natasha Romanoff stands before you, and you see every detail in her face with your judicious eyes, “Oh good, étoile, you’re awake.”

The nickname caught your attention. Étoile? Nat never called you étoile. You haven’t heard that nickname since hydra had taken you away. Still, you stayed silent.

Noticing your silent demeanor, the women in front of you continues, “What’s the matter, y/n? Aren’t you happy to be home?”

“dis not home.” you shakenly spat out, “Where's mama?” you cried out.

Squatting down to your level, she peeled the digital cloaking device from her face and sinisterly said, “Don’t worry sweetie, mama is right here.”

You were nothing short of shocked as you saw the true face of the person that took you. To be truthful, you never expected to see your birth mother again, “Ma?” you mumbled unsure of your own eyes.

“It’s me, Étoile.” she assured, “Now be a good girl and behave while they administer your tests for the day,” she instructed.

“We go home? No Poke, please!” you cried, remembering how tortuous your experience was last time you were in a cell.

“Oh, Étoile. You are home. Don’t you understand? This is what you were made for.” she said with a cheeky grin as she waved over the 2 scientists.

Made for? You didn’t understand, you always thought that Hydra stole you away from your mother. Everything you remembered about her was positive, but you didn’t have much time to reflect before you were being tied to a chair and then poked and prodded with needles. Your mother left the cell swiftly before the process began, not to be bothered by your screams of torture.

Wanda's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit briefing room, empty to everyone but her and the one she called her best friend. Her hands trembled, anger and desperation fueling her determination. You, the child she had accepted wholeheartedly as her own, had been taken by Hydra, and Wanda was consumed by an overwhelming sense of fear, anguish, and guilt. How could she let this happen? She was supposed to be there to protect you.

Tears streamed down her face as she turned to Natasha, her eyes pleading for strength and support. In that moment, Natasha knew that she had to be Wanda's rock, the unwavering presence by her side, offering solace and steadfast determination.

Natasha stepped forward, her voice filled with conviction and a touch of tenderness. "Wanda, we will get Y/N back. We won't rest until she’s safe with us again. I promise you that." she assured as she took Wanda into a sturdy embrace, letting her sob into her shoulder.

Wanda pulled back once the tears began to slow and looked at Natasha, her eyes filled with gratitude and a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. She clung to Natasha's words, finding comfort in her support. "How?"

Nat thought for a moment, “Tony’s got the team on it, once they have a lead we’ll be the first one’s out of here,” she explained, but that wasn’t good enough for Wanda, “No, I- I can’t just sit around here and do nothing.” she sobbed until it clicked, “Wait- let me try something.” she said as she took a seat and closed her eyes to focus her energy on you. The two of you had never connected from this far before but anything was worth a shot if it meant getting you back safe and sound.

Once the tests were completed, you were left in your cell alone to recover. The dimly lit, virtually windowless chamber located deep within a hidden underground facility was a chilling embodiment of Hydra’s sinister intentions and scientific pursuits. The walls are made of reinforced steel and painted in a lifeless gray color. There are no windows or openings to the outside world, reinforcing the feeling of being trapped and the cell door is heavy and secured by an electronic lock, with no visible handle from the inside. It has a small, reinforced window that allows guards to monitor the occupant. A place where the subject’s powers are studied and manipulated, and the surroundings are deliberately designed to break their spirit and hope.

The only furnishing that adorns the room consists of a worn-out mattress on the floor, a small table with a basic chair, and restraints that are attached to the bed and the chair. The table is usually cluttered with scientific instruments and notebooks. Not to mention, the air in the cell is perpetually cool, contributing to a sense of discomfort and unease.

As you’re laying there drifting in and out of sleep, you hear Wanda’s voice and immediately wonder if you’re dreaming, “Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Mama?” you answer back telepathically, “detka, oh my god, are you ok?” she was so relieved to solidify the connection with you.

“Mama, where are you? Wanna come home” you answered back, wanting nothing more than to be back at the compound with Wanda. Safe with her.

“I know sweetie, we’re going to come and get you, I promise. Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?” she tried to assure you as much as she could, maybe even believing her own words more as she said them.

You explained everything that you had gone through today and tried your hardest to describe where you were being held but you didn’t know exactly where they were holding you. As Wanda's determined thoughts intertwined with yours, she was able to take in all the information you had. In the midst of darkness, your telepathic conversation became a lifeline of hope and reassurance. Wanda's thoughts were a beacon of love, guiding you through the darkness and fear.

“It was her birth mother.” Wanda uttered to Nat in shock once she concluded the conversation with you.

With a better understanding of what they were dealing with, the two of them went to brief the team on their new findings. Everyone in the compound worked on overdrive to try and find a lead as to where you were being held. Days turned into weeks as they chased leads, infiltrated secret hideouts, and fought their way through Hydra's defenses.

Through it all, Wanda would reach out to you every day to check in, update you on their efforts, and try to provide any sense of comfort that she could and Natasha remained Wanda's constant pillar of strength, offering a reassuring presence in the face of adversity. During sleepless nights and moments of doubt, Natasha was there, holding Wanda close, reminding her that they were in this together. "We're going to bring Y/N home, Wanda. She’s our family, and nothing will stop us from finding her."

Their search for the Hydra base was a strenuous journey through a web of secrecy and deception. It began with a series of covert operations, hacking into encrypted files, and gathering intelligence from their extensive network of contacts. The leads were scarce, but their determination was unyielding.

This night, in particular, the weight of the situation finally became too much for Wanda to bear. She had retreated to her room, her heart heavy with a sense of helplessness that she had become far too familiar with from the loss of her parents and her brother, except this time, it felt different. This time, she had the chance to save you, to protect you and she just kept failing. Sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling, she buried her face in her palms and let out a choked sob. The frustration, fear, and guilt that had been building inside her finally erupted in a torrent of tears.

She cried for the innocent child who had been taken, for the suffering you were going through, and for her own inability to bring you back. Her breakdown was a raw and cathartic release of emotions that she had been holding back for far too long, unintentionally expressing her powers in a way that could be felt throughout the whole compound. Instead of trying to calm her, the team thought it best for her to let it out in that moment instead, and if it got to be too much they would intervene. Truthfully, Natasha would've been right by her side in an instant if she didn't feel like she was on the cusp of important intel.

As the tears flowed, Wanda's mind raced, and in her anguish, she began to replay every detail of the situation, every piece of information they had gathered, searching for something, anything that they might have missed.

It was in this vulnerable moment, as she let herself fully feel the depth of her emotions, that a small glimmer of insight emerged. Amidst her tears, Wanda's mind began to connect the dots in a way it hadn't before. She realized that the clues they had gathered pointed to a location they hadn't considered – a place that she had heard whispers about during her time at Hydra but had never been to herself.

Wanda's breathing steadied as she wiped away her tears, her mind now focused and clear. She knew what needed to be done. Without wasting another moment, she rushed downstairs to find Natasha

Meanwhile, Natasha managed to intercept a coded message from an anonymous source containing coordinates and a cryptic message that hinted at Hydra's involvement in a desolate region.

As Wanda rounded the corner to the lab, the two of them locked eyes and from the look on each other's faces, they could both tell that they shared a similar realization, "She's in Norway!" They both shouted in unison, "How do you know?" Wanda questioned, wondering what led Nat to the realization, "Come, look at this," Nat waved her over to show her the intel she had intercepted.

Without hesitation, Wanda and Natasha gathered the team to follow this lead, their hope renewed by the prospect of finally locating the hidden base.

The coordinates led them to a remote forested area far away from populated regions in Norway. As they cautiously ventured deeper into the wilderness, they discovered signs of recent human activity that didn't match the surrounding environment. A faint humming sound filled the air, a sign of advanced technology hidden beneath the surface.

Using their combined skills, Natasha and Tony uncovered a concealed entrance to an underground facility. The entrance was camouflaged to blend seamlessly with the natural landscape, a tactic Hydra often employed to evade detection. The two Avengers shared a knowing glance, their determination solidified as they realized they were closing in on their target.

With stealth and caution, the team navigated through the dimly lit corridors of the underground base. The air was heavy with tension, the walls seemingly holding the secrets of Hydra's sinister operations. As they approached a heavily guarded door, Wanda’s telepathic connection proved invaluable as she sensed the presence of minds within, confirming that they were on the right track.

Tony's hacking skills came into play as he disabled security measures, allowing them to breach the inner chambers of the base. What they discovered left them both horrified and fueled their determination further. Among the confidential documents and experimentation records, they found references to you, confirming some of their worst fears.

“This is it, I know it.” Wanda confirmed, feeling it in her gut that you weren’t far.

Once they breached the main door, there were several hallways that led in different directions, so they set off in smaller groups to cover ground.

In the dimly lit corridors of the Hydra base, Wanda and Natasha's hearts pounded in unison. Their steps were silent, every movement calculated to avoid detection while they closed in on your location. As they turned a corner, they encountered a group of Hydra operatives standing guard outside a reinforced door. Wanda raised her hand slightly, gesturing for Natasha to stand back.

Wanda’s telepathic powers allowed them to communicate silently, sharing a plan without a word spoken. Natasha nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing with determination. With a focused look, Wanda unleashed her telekinetic powers, sending nearby metal pipes hurtling toward the operatives. The clang of metal striking metal echoed through the corridor as chaos erupted.

Startled by the sudden assault, the operatives scrambled to defend themselves, drawing their weapons in an attempt to fight back. On cue, Natasha emerged from the shadows, her movements a blur of precise strikes and calculated maneuvers. She incapacitated one after another with her lethal grace, using her combat skills to disarm and disable the threat swiftly.

Wanda's crimson energy flared as she repelled bullets and incoming attacks with a deft wave of her hand. The walls themselves seemed to respond to her power, creating barriers and distractions that kept the Hydra agents off balance. As she engaged in the battle, her mind remained focused on the task at hand: reaching you before it was too late.

The sound of a distant alarm reverberated through the corridors, signaling the base's heightened state of alert. Wanda's determination burned brighter, her powers intensifying as she fought to clear a path toward your cell. Natasha's acrobatic maneuvers and sharpshooting skills cleared the way ahead, allowing Wanda to push forward without hesitation.

As they breached the inner chambers of the base, they confronted a larger group of Hydra operatives led by Brock Rumlow. The stakes were higher, but Wanda and Natasha's resolve remained unshaken. Wanda's hands glowed with raw energy, her telekinesis and telepathy intertwining in a symphony of power that left Hydra agents disoriented and vulnerable.

Natasha's movements were a fluid dance of combat expertise, as she used her environment to her advantage. She disarmed opponents with precision, her strikes quick and lethal. With every enemy she incapacitated, her gaze remained locked on Rumlow, their silent exchange a testament to the intensity of the battle.

Amidst the chaos, Rumlow's laughter rang out, confident that his forces would overcome the duo. But he underestimated the strength of their bond and the depth of their love for you. As the battle raged on, Wanda's emotions ignited her powers to unprecedented heights, causing the very walls of the hideout to tremble.

With a fierce cry, Wanda sent a wave of energy surging towards Rumlow, disorienting him long enough for Natasha to close the distance. Their combined assault was relentless, their every move coordinated and precise. In a final, climactic clash, Wanda's telekinetic force collided with Natasha's formidable combat skills, overwhelming Rumlow's defenses.

As the dust settled, the once menacing Hydra operatives lay defeated on the ground, and Rumlow himself was immobilized. Wanda and Natasha shared a moment of exhaustion and triumph, their breaths labored and their bodies battered from the intense battle. But their relief was short-lived, as their focus turned towards the reinforced door that separated them from you.

With a shared nod of persistence, they approached the door, and Wanda shattered the barrier with her powers, revealing your cell. The sight of you, fragile and weak, ignited a plethora of emotions within them.

As they reunited with you, tears of joy streamed down Wanda's face. She quickly scooped you into her arms, holding you tightly, apologizing profusely, and promising to protect you from any harm. You clung to her as tightly as you could, still slightly out of it from all of the physical torment you've been through but her presence was enough to soothe you. Beside her, Natasha's eyes filled with unshed tears, a silent testament to their shared triumph and unyielding love for you. You were so happy to see Wanda, feeling like you could finally relax again in her arms.

In that moment, as they held you close, Wanda knew that she owed a debt of gratitude to Natasha. She had been her guiding light, her unwavering support, throughout the harrowing fight to get you back. They had fought side by side, risking everything for the sake of their family.

Once they were safely out of the base and back onto the jet, Wanda looked at Natasha, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "Nat, you've been my rock through all of this. I-I really couldn't have done it without you.” she said sincerely as you layed asleep in her lap, “Thank you for always being there, for fighting alongside me, and for reminding me of the strength we have together."

Natasha's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gently puts her arm around Wanda, "Wanda, we're a team. We always have been, and always will be. Y/N is our family, and we'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe."

Natasha's words hung in the air, a powerful reminder of their shared commitment to you and maybe even each other. Wanda met Natasha's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as the intensity of the moment settled between them. There was a noticeable connection, a current of unspoken emotions that surged between them, binding them even closer together.

In that charged moment, Wanda's hesitation melted away. She leaned in without another thought, her lips finding Natasha's in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a kiss that held years of unspoken feelings, a culmination of shared experiences, and the promise of a future filled with love and support. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment of intimacy and vulnerability.

Once Wanda's inner anxiety caught up to her, she abruptly pulled away, "I-I'm sorry," she blurted out so afraid that she had just ruined one of the best things in her life.

Natasha's fingers brushed against Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring, guiding her to meet her gaze "Wanda," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down Wanda's spine. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Wanda smiled, a mixture of emotions flooding her senses – happiness, relief, and a deep sense of rightness. "Me too."

Their lips met again, this time with a hunger born of years of suppressed emotions. The kiss was deeper, and more passionate, as if they were pouring all their unspoken words and desires into the connection between them. It was a kiss that spoke of understanding, acceptance, and the promise of a love that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged.

As they pulled away, their foreheads still resting against each other, Wanda felt a sense of completeness that she had never experienced before. She had found not only a partner in Natasha but a kindred spirit, someone who understood the complexities of her heart and the depth of her emotions. And in that moment, as they sat in the aftermath of their kiss, Wanda knew that their journey together was just beginning and for the first time in her life, she felt excited to see what her future would hold with her chosen family.

Once you all returned to the safety of the Avengers compound, the atmosphere was a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and an overwhelming sense of triumph. They had faced down Hydra, rescued you, and emerged from the battle victorious. But the emotional toll of the ordeal was palpable, especially for you who had endured the trauma of being captured by the enemy. It took about a week once you arrived home to be discharged from medical.

Wanda and Natasha’s first priority was ensuring your physical and emotional well-being. They took their time comforting you, understanding that the scars of the experience would take time to heal. As much as they wanted to explore this new chapter in their own relationship, they both agreed that you came first. Once things felt normal again, Nat already had a special date planned in her head.

Until then, Wanda used her powers to create a warm and comforting environment, conjuring a soothing atmosphere that helped you feel at ease. You spent hours in the living area, surrounded by blankets and soft lighting, engaging in gentle activities that would help you transition back to a sense of normalcy. You played games, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

However, the effects of the traumatizing experience couldn't be ignored. your sleep became troubled by nightmares again, and both Wanda and Natasha tried to take turns staying by your side, offering comfort and security during the dark hours, but you only wanted Wanda. It was hard for you to look at Nat the same after she kidnapped you. Even though you knew it wasn’t actually her, you were still having a hard time feeling comfortable with her.

This gutted Natasha, every time you shied away from her or asked for Wanda instead. She was worried that she had lost you forever and things would never go back to normal, but Wanda was there to assure her that it would just take you some time.

As days turned into weeks, the wounds of the past began to mend. With their loving guidance, your smiles returned, your laughter grew more genuine, and the light in your eyes rekindled. You engaged in activities that brought joy, like exploring the compound's gardens, conducting science experiments with Peter, and even embarking on imaginative adventures that only a child's mind could conceive.

One night after a long day with Wanda, the three of you had decided to watch a movie before bed and instead of sitting on the end next to Wanda, you climbed in the middle of Wanda and Nat, snuggling up to them while the movie played. That small action meant the world to Natasha, as she could finally see things were getting back to normal.

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post-uwuifier · 10 months ago

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Would you UwU the first chapter of My Immortal?

Hewwo!! :3 my name is Ebony Dawk'ness Dementia Waven Way and I have wong ebony bwack haiw (dat’s how I got my name) with puwpwe stweaks and wed tips dat weaches my mid-back and icy bwue eyes wike wimpid teaws and a wot of peopwe teww me I wook wike Amy Wee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da heww out of hewe!! OwO). I'm not wewated to Gewawd Way but I wish I was because he's a majow fucking hottie. I'ma vampiwe but my teeth awe stwaight and white!! :3 I have pawe white skin!! I'm awso a witch, and I go to a magic schoow cawwed Hogwawts in Engwand whewe I'm in da seventh yeaw (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case yoo couwdn’t teww) and I weaw mostwy bwack!! I wuv Hot Topic and Ibuy aww my cwothes fwom dewe. Fow exampwe today I was weawing a bwack cowset with matching wace awound it and a bwack weathew miniskiwt, pink fishnets and bwack combat boots!! :3 I was weawing bwack wipstick, white foundation, bwack eyewinew and wed eye shadow!! I was wawking outside Hogwawts. It was snowing and waining so dewe was no sun, which I was vewy happy about!! A wot of pweps stawed at me. Iput up my middwe fingew at dem!! OwO

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ari-cuno · 11 months ago

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HAPPY (LATE-) BIRTHDAY AIM!!!

To celebrate I spedran a little drabble to celebrate the boys day^^

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Fresh snow fell gently outside the foggy windows in the living room, obscuring the warm light of the fireplace. Axel tossed a piece of construction paper into the trash can next to him, sighing heavily as pixels buzzed around him. Several arts and crafts materials were thrown out onto the coffee table in the center of the couches, and he made sure not to spill the several containers with beads and charms for bracelets all over the floor, knowing his parents would give him an earful for it.

The little skeleton found himself at odds with himself, a pen taped to the side of his skull as the young boy attempted to start on a new piece of paper, taking out one of his mom's several pencils. Snow continued to trickle down outside, despite the questionable weather conditions the Omega timeline provided its residence.

Winter was always one of his favorite times of the year. It was cold out and it made him sleepy ever since he was younger. It was still magical, of course, 5 years of growth didn't mean he wasn't a kid still. He liked the feeling of snowflakes landing on his face, and part of him wondered if maybe he should go outside, have some fun and think about this gift a little less. Axel frowned as he looked down at the drawing he'd worked so hard on, crayons and markers strung about as he'd forgotten to put them away before writing his card.

He continued to stare as he folded the paper in half, getting ready to decorate the front with stickers, tapes, and glitter. Did he get the features right? The drawing contained two little figures in the center with big, happy grins. It conveyed happiness and love, the pair surrounded by little hearts and stars. The little skeleton could recognize himself well enough. He'd drawn himself in his old clothes he'd worn up until recently, the warm coat, the simple yet comfy pants, and a scarf resembling his father's. But he felt his face warm up staring at the other figure, little orange pupils staring back at him.

He remembered they were orange, a sort of Mac and cheese color he found silly to point out, but the other skeleton had found his little joke funny, and something about that made him smile. Did he still wear overalls? Axel had worked hard drawing the set, finding it incredibly difficult and painstaking. No matter how much his mom taught him, he could never really get the hang of drawing certain things. Despite this, Axel was proud of his achievement.

“...I wonder how you're doing.”

“How who's doing?” A little voice asked next to him.

Axel made a sound of surprise, trying to jump up but catching his knee on the edge of the table, a small wince coming from the ten year old's mouth. “Ow!! Aelis! Don't do that!” He cried out, before her words registered in his head. “No one! I'm just- making…something.” He trailed off.

His little sibling gave him a pleasant little stare, a mug held in her small hands. The small of chocolate and cinnamon filled his nostrils, and he let out a little huff of disappointment. Aelis was holding a cup of warm hot cocoa, little drops of marshmallows and a swirl of whip cream sprinkled with cinnamon made his mouth water. But no, no chocolate for him, he was stuck with warm milk, or some other non-chocolate based beverage.

“...Writing?” Aelis asked with a curious glint, peeking over in an attempt to see, but noticing his drawing. “Mmm…who's dat?” She asked, pointing at the foreign orange skeleton. Axel immediately hid the drawing, his face a shade of soft, cool blue. “Go awayyyy! I thought you were supposed to be outside in the snow.” He pointed out.

“Mhm. Was cold so Mommy got us hot cocoa. They said to come tell you so dey can give you something warm to dwink.” Aelis said, taking a sip of her chocolatey goodness.

Axel blinked in surprise. Was he that focused on his word he didn't even see his sister or hear her open the front door? The snow sounded so much fun to the little glitch, his gaze held longingly towards the outside, where his parents were out with his sisters. But no…he had to put his feelings into words correctly!

It had been five long years since he'd seen the only skeleton he'd deemed a close friend, despite their short time together. Aim didn't make fun of him, or taunt him, or make him feel bad…he was nice, kind…and Axel had taken the time to make him a little bracelet.

Looking back, that little thing was held together by string and glue. It surely must've broken by now. But, he'd improved his craft and his string magic. His dad had been kind enough to teach him how to tie knots and use his strings like thread, much like how he made dolls and plushies for him and his siblings.

Axel looked towards a bracelet and a few other trinkets off to the side, tied together with blue threads and decorated with colorful charms and beads. Three letter beads were threaded together in the center of the bracelet next to two stars, the word simply reading: ‘Aim’. He felt all giddy just thinking about the orange skeleton seeing his creations and actually receiving them. Their time had been cut oh so short from each other, but Aim had no idea how much of an impact his presence made on him.

His dad didn't understand it, and his mom found his ‘infatuation’ or whatever that meant cute. Axel felt inspiration growing within him as he opened the paper turned card, getting ready to write his new ideas in the blank space.

“...Should I tell Mommy you don't want it?” Aelis chimed in as she watched her brother.

“Uh? Oh, yeah, no, I'm good… I don't want anything.” He reassured his little sibling, despite how nice of an idea something warm and sweet sounded. The sound of his sister walking off before heading outside barely registered in his head as he went back to work.

Hi, Aim.

If you're reading this letter, this means that my

m̶e̶s̶s̶a̶g̶e̶ letter got to you! Do you remember me? I'm Axel, the boy whose name sounds like that silly frog looking thingy? My parents call me that all the time! What's the word spelled? Axolotl! Yep! That's me! It's been 5 years, right? You said your birthday was today, right? Well, I wanted to-

Axel paused as his focus was taken away from the card, hearing the sound of the front door opening this time. He expected to see his younger sibling, but the actual person wasn't who he was expecting. Ink exhaled a frosty breath, wearing a warm coat and their scarf tucked more closely to their body to preserve warmth.

“You should be playing outside.” His mother said, multi-colored eye lights staring at him as they approached, light sprinkles of show sprinkled across their face. They were holding a cup that smelled sweet and creamy, topped with cinnamon. “Aelis told me you didn't want anything. But I figured I'd bring you something just in case.” The short skeleton said, walking over to them.

“I'm not hungryyy…” Axel whined, his face warming up as he attempted to hide his work in the making, although his workspace was far too broad to hide well.

“You haven't eaten since this morning, now drink this, it's eggnog, with no adult drinks, it's nice and warm.” Ink said softly, setting the warm cup down on the table. Axel made a sound of acknowledgement, knowing he couldn't really disobey his mom, besides, a sweet drink did seem really nice…

“If you don't wanna play with dad and your sisters, I'll keep you company here.” Ink said sweetly, offering him the mug.

“...Thank you.” The little boy mumbled politely, taking the mug, temporarily letting his protective grip on his prized work go. Ink eyed the little mess of art supplies on the table curiously, eyelights shifting shape and changing color as they blinked. They took a second to observe the drawing Axel had placed neatly next to the little charms he'd worked too hard to make on his own.

“Who's that?” His mom finally asked curiously sitting down on their knees next to him. Axel flinched, putting down his mug in a quick motion. “I- uhm…it's- gift- It's-its not done-” He stuttered out, partially hiding his face in the fabric of his scarf. Ink took a second to remember, looking lost in thought as they studied the features on the other skeleton doodle curiously. It clicked in their head finally.

“Oh! Is that the little boy you met when you were four?” Ink asked, picking up a pencil from the stack of supplies enthusiastically.

Axel felt like he'd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “...Maybe.” He fessed up, his face a darker tone of blue. “Wait…I was four? Ugghhh-” He mumbled, knowing he'd have to cross out and erased some words in his yet to be finished letter.

“Hm…I thought you'd stopped thinking about that kid for a while now, why are you doing this now? It's been a long time.” His mom pointed out, “I'm not saying it's wrong, but you don't even know if he'd remember you.” Ink said, giving his head a little pat of reassurance.

“It's his birthday today…”

Ink blinked in surprise. “You…remembered that?” They asked, looking a little stunned by his ability to retain that little fact.

“I don't know, I remember telling him about birthdays and how awesome it was for me. He told me didn't really know other kids his age and so couldn't have a birthday party…so uhmm…” Their son hesitated, looking towards their letter. “...I just…thought even though I can't see him…I want him to know I still wanna be his friend.” Axel said, sounding shaky and a little uncertain.

Ink's face softened more, “Ah, So what are you doing?” The painter asked, taking another look at the charms on the table. “You've been working with your strings I see.” They commented, picking up the named bracelet and staring at it thoughtfully. Axel gave his mom a hesitant look.

“I gave him a bracelet when we first met, but it's probably lost or broken by now, so I'm making a new one.” He said with a bit more confidence. “I practiced more like Dad told me, and It's done. I added some stars and sparkles too, and a ring with a star on it!” He said, sounding more comfortable explaining the layout of his work. His mother seemed a little puzzled, tilting their head slightly as their eye lights blinked to a new color. Ink noticed a hot glue gun off to the side, frowning. “Next time you want to use that ask me or Error, that stuff hurts to get on you.” They warned, before pausing. “Wait, huh?”

“Ring!” Axel repeated.

“Ring?” Ink asked.

“Yeah, like, the ones you and Dad have? I wanna have matching ones with him too!” Axel declared.

Ink looked down at the precious piece of jewelry on their finger, breathing out a little laugh. “Oh, Axolotl, I don't think you know the meaning of these rings at all, but do what you want.” They said, enjoying the innocent and puzzled look he flashed them. “Don't worry about it.” Ink said sheepishly, eye lights large with affection.

“Hmph…” Axel sighed as he looked down at the card he'd been working on, stumped on the little message inside. His look of disappointment was noticed by Ink, who scooted closer to look over the words on the page.

“Are you trying to write a thank you card?” Ink questioned, twirling the pencil they had picked up from the pile of art supplies.

Axel nodded, “Yeah…well…it's more of a feelings card…? I guess??” He said quietly, groaning as the pencil he was using to write with broke. He wiped the bits of graphite off the colorful card with slumped shoulders. “Oh? Feelings? Like…a confession?~” Ink said smoothly, giving the little boy a teasing look.

Axel gave his mom another puzzled look, “What are you looking at me like that for- wait-” He said, realizing what they meant. “EW. Not like that!! No! Nope! BLEH!” He huffed, sticking his tongues out in exaggerated disgust.

“Haha, if you say so.” Ink said, giving him a comforting nuzzle. “Here, why don't I help you?” They offered warmly.

“What?” Axel echoed in a puzzled tone.

Ink replaced Axel's pencil with the one they had taken. “I can help you write, or if you're having trouble figuring out what to say I can help you.” They said, smiling down at him. “You won't get anywhere without some help.” Ink pointed out.

“But what about playing outside with Oras and Aelis?” Axel asked with sudden 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇, “I mean- I don't need…that much help…I don't know…” He trailed off, bringing the card closer to him as he thought about the importance of his words so carefully. It would be so…so much easier in person, but…

“Your dad can watch them, besides it gets lonely in here, and I can see none of the pets are keeping you company.” The small painter commented, looking around for Oras’ platypus or the family cat. “I guess…” Axel mumbled with unsure energy, blinking in surprise as the stress pixels around his body fizzled back to normal, or well, normal enough.

Ink gave him a little boop on the nose, a little smile forming on the boy's face as he looked up at his mother. “See, you stressing like that makes you all glitchy. Seems to me like you do need help.” They said, a smug look on their face.

“...Maybe a little bit?”

“Great, now, what is it we're writing here?”

“Oh- well, I wanted to write him a thank you note and just…tell him how I've been and how I feel and it just…isn't coming out the way I like.” Axel sighed, sticking out his tongues in annoyance, “I know what I wanna say from my mouth but-”

“You can't put it into words, right?” Ink concluded, getting into a comfortable position as they moved closer to their precious son.

“Yeah!” Axel huffed, “Mom, why can't I do it?” He asked innocently, eyes still filled with that same child-like curiosity and joy from all those years ago. “Well, what you put into words and what you speak can mean and sound different, do you want to copy everything you want to say onto the page?” They asked.

“Well…it'll be too much.” Axel mumbled sheepishly.

“Ah, well, why don't we leave the really, reaaally important things first? That way there will be room for extra things but you get your most important feelings out of the way first.” Ink said, helping the little skeleton erase some of the unwanted writing he'd started on.

“Okay!” Axel agreed.

Snow continued to fall outside, and Axel couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. “Okay then.” Ink said brightly, “Can you tell me the most important things you want to say? I'll write it down since my writing is neater, haha.” They said, tapping the end of the pencil against the wooden frame of the coffee table. Axel gained a deeper blue hue to his face, taking some of the leftover strings he'd been using, tugging and fidgeting with his magical threads. They snapped after a lot of tugging, but it helped calm his nerves.

“Uhmm…okay…” Axel sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself to get the raw emotions out verbally.

The minutes ticked by, and the soft crackling of fire mixed with their writing let a cozy mood form for the pair. Occasionally their cat came to offer a greeting, but Ink shoo'd the cat away, not wanting her to mess up the several bags of art supplies and ribbons that would be terrible to clean up from the carpet.

Axel felt much more relaxed now, a small smile on his face as he discussed with Ink openly, his mom listening with silent contempt before turning to write down the snippets of speech on the paper in a neat hand-writing. He'd nearly finished the eggnog his mom gave him before the front door was opened once more, a few sprinkles of snow being able to sneak inside. The little boy could see his dad in the corner of his vision holding the door open as Oras ran inside, dragging Aelis along with her, who was covered in snow bits, her hood looking as if she'd been pelted by a snowball gun.

“Okay, I think we got everything Axolotl.” Ink said, signing off the corner of the card, and taking the time to doodle a little drawing.

“Yeah!” Axel said, smiling up at his mother appreciatingly. He turned his attention to the card, a proud look on his face. “Huh?” He noticed his mother doodling, “What's that?” He asked.

It took Ink a second to respond, but the little being flashed a small smile, setting their pencil down once the doodle was done. Ink had drawned a neat little picture on whatever space was left on the page. There were 4 figures Axel recognized easily; himself in the center, his mother and father off to the side, and his sisters on his other side, all looking chibi and happy. Above the cute doodle was a small message surrounded by bells and ribbons.

‘Happy holidays from us to you!’

“Do you like it?” Ink asked hopefully.

“It's great!!” Axel cried out joyfully, giving his mom a big hug, causing them to flinch in surprise with his excitement. “Aw- I'm glad I could help.” They said affectionately, returning the little gesture.

“Did he finish da weird card?” Aelis asked, sounding exhausted before letting out a little sneeze, shaking some of the show off her body.

“Yeah- wait, why are you so covered in snow?” Ink asked.

“Snowball fight.” Error explained, wiping some snow off his shoulders. “That I won!” Oras declared after him, jumping up proudly in the air. He closed the door behind them, letting the warmth of the house take over. Error helped Aelis get some left over ice bits off her head, the five year old letting out another little sneeze to clear her nostrils of any snow.

“Why don't we eat something? Especially for you, before you catch a cold.” Ink said, looking towards Aelis. Error took his large coat off, hanging it up near the door as he helped Aelis take her gear off. Oras had already put her things by the door, instead focusing on her poor brothers little finished project that he was attempting to put in a little box. “Who's that for?” His older sister asked, gaining everyone else's attention.

“No one-” He said quickly, hiding the little gift box behind him.

“Oras, go wash your hands, me and your dad are gonna prepare something warm for you.” Ink said, the little skeleton huffing and running off to the nearest bathroom. “You too, Aelis.”

Aelis followed her sister, running past her brother with another curious look on her face.

Error offered a brief glance, but didn't seem to question his sons little present, instead accompanying Ink to the kitchen across the living room, their soft talking kept mostly muffled to Axel, who was focusing on cleaning up the mess he'd made with all the stickers and glitter and other little decorations. He grabbed the trash can, throwing away his scraps and other unnecessary objects. Axel could hear his father walking over, standing over him with an intrigued glint in his eyes. “There must be something really special in that box.” He said, taking a second to help Axel put all the art supplies back into the boxes neatly and orderly.

Axel gave the box a little shake, the card, bracelet, and ring inside moving about. “Mom helped me write my friend a super special card to go along with a present I made with my strings!” He said happily, finishing putting the last items, some sticker sheets, into the arts and crafts boxes.

“Are you gonna give it to your friend today?” His dad asked, putting the boxes away on a nearby shelf.

“Yeah-” Axel declared, before pausing. Wait…

‘How… How am I supposed to get this to him? The whole point is that I can't see him, but I want to give this to him anyway. Why didn't I think about this before? Oh no…’ Axel thought, his face visibly darkening. Error noticed, the tall skeleton frowning. “What's wrong?” He asked.

“...Nothing…I just…uhm-” Axel hesitated, before an idea blinked in his head. He looked away, fidgeting nervously. “I'll tell you during food time!” He said, trying to wipe the sadness and anxiety off his face.

“Uhmmm, sure, kiddo.” Error said hesitantly, figuring he could trust his son enough and not press on the matter until he was ready.

The smell of warm soup and some sandwiches made Axel's soul flutter, his mouth watering at the thought of having a nice, warm meal after all that work. He noticed his sisters returning from their trip to wash their hands, looking to be talking. Axel would've paid attention, but he was too busy staring down at the gift in his hands. If he had skin his palms would be sweaty.

It felt like several hours went by with Axel blanking out, his whole consciousness entirely focused on the perfect little present in his hands. The boy knew his idea had a low chance of success, but..if his mom and dad were willing to hear him out, maybe…

“Axel?”

Maybe he could get them to-

“Axel!”

“Ah-” He yelped, snapping out of the little daze he'd put himself in. Axel hadn't even noticed Oras had walked over to him until he heard her call his name more than once to finally get his attention. “Y-Yeah?” He said to his younger sister, sounding distracted and a little uneasy. Oras gave him a little huff of exasperation. “I told you that the food is ready! Come onnnnn! You've been staring off randomly for the last…” She paused to count, “-Ten minutes!!” She finished in a lecturing tone.

“I was thinking!” Axel huffed, his sister dragging him by the scarf over to the kitchen where the rest of the family was already seated and served whatever food they wanted. “Okay, okay! I'm going! Stop pulling on my scarf!” He huffed, holding onto his gift for dear life as he was pulled against his will.

She finally let him go once they reached the table, the oldest plopping down next to her younger sister and digging into the warm chicken noodle soup served for her in a colorful bowl. Axel took a seat closer to his parents, looking down at the warm food on his plate. He would've eaten, but he knew he had to be brave and force out his question already. A few minutes went by of quiet eating and talking, mainly between the other's as Axel poked at his food, trying to distract himself and come up with the best way to ask, mainly his mom, his question and request.

“Axel?”

“Hm?” Axel said as his name was spoken, looking towards the one who called him; his dad. Error had a concerned frown on his look, mirroring Ink's own look of faint worry. “Are you gonna eat?” His father asked, gaining everyone else's attention.

Axel fumbled around with his scarf, looking away. “Yeah! Uhm… I just…wanted to ask…” He hesitated, before slowly bringing the little present out, setting it on the table. “I can't give this to the friend I have on my own…s-so I was wondering if you and mom could do it for me.” He asked shyly, fidgeting with his fingers.

“The orange boy we haven't seen in forever?” His older sister asked curiously. Error's frown deepened, “You're still thinking about that kid? I thought you'd move on from him.” The tall glitch said in exasperation, before sighing as he watched the look of pure sadness on Axel's face. “Listen, there's reasons why you can't visit him right now, he's somewhere far, faaaar away, and me and your mom aren't supposed to-”

“I promise we'll get it to him.” Ink said brightly.

“WH- honey please.” Error huffed, glitching with slight irritation, before his gaze softened at the pleading look on his son's face. Ink turned to look at him, eyes soft and optimistic. “Aww, come on Error, look at how much this means to him…” Ink pleaded, bumping against his shoulder in an affectionate manner.

“You know better than anyone the last time you interacted with that anomalies parents-” Error lectured, pausing as Ink and Axel gave him pleading faces, mainly Axel.

“Pleeaaaase?”

Error’s faces gained a tiny tint of blue. “Ugh, fine.” He grumbled.

“Yay!”

“Don't worry, I won't interact with them for more than ten minutes.” Ink said, taking the present from their son as he gave them a look of joy and appreciation, sighing in relief as he continued to eat.

“Oh you won't because I'm going with you, I'm not letting you get attacked again.” He mumbled quietly enough so that the other kids couldn't hear. Ink cringed, a nervous laugh coming from the smaller skeleton. “But we haven't seen him in years!” Oras cried out, swallowing a piece of the sandwich she was eating. “Why are you even doing this now?” She asked.

“Becoming 10- or 9 or whatever is big deal!” Axel huffed, before looking away, “It's his birthday…and I never was able to make anything that would actually reach him. I used to make little gifts that would lay around in my room or a floaty lamp I hoped would reach him but they never did…and ever since mom and dad said I should stop I just kind of forgot after all this time…” The glitchy skeleton said softly, feeling his mom give him a little head pat. “...I just want it to reach him in time.”

“We'll get it to him, me and your dad promise, right?” Ink asked, glancing up at Error.

“Don't get his hopes up…” Error mumbled before sighing, “We'll try, but let us eat first.” His dad said, a small smile on his face as he stared back at Ink.

“WHAAAT?” Axel cried out, his voice glitching.

Ink blinked in shock, “Eh- well you can't expect us to drop everything and go now- you gotta be patient.” They said teasingly.

Axel let out a groan, sitting back in his chair as Oras gave him a head pat. “Cheer up, Axolotl!” She said in a bubbly tone.

“Ouuughhh…” Axel mumbled, sitting back in his chair in defeat.

“Don't worry kiddo, we'll get it to him before the day ends.” Ink offered gently, a determined look on their face.

“If we can find him.” Error sighed, his arm wrapped around Ink's shoulders, earning an elbowing from his smaller spouse.

***

Aim moved through the pages in his book with incredible speed, his immersion and focus on the story being at its height as he neared the climax. The little boy sat on his bed, legs swaying back and forth as he turned another page. His Unclemare had given him a new load of books to read on his special day, and although Aim missed the way his uncle would sit with him and read the words out loud, this was fine all the same.

The taste of chocolate still lingered in his mouth from the slice of cake he'd cut on his own a few hours earlier. He'd heard from his parents about how birthdays were a time where those closest to you could come by and have a party and eat sweets to celebrate another year of your time alive. He…didn't exactly have many friends, but that didn't affect him as badly.

He had his fathers, his uncle, and when Nightmare had left, Killer, his other favorite ‘uncle’ to interact with had dropped by to give him presents and congratulate him. Reading books and playing and having fun wasn't so bad on his own, no matter how strange it felt seeing other kids playing with others on the rare times his dad's took him around other kids.

Aim had a whole stack of books left to read, all a wide variety of subjects. Some sci-fi, fantasy, historical fantasy, and even a little classic fairytale to spice things up a little. He hummed a little tune, quickly turning into a little whistle. He was happy his dad hadn't presented the idea of training him like last year. The thought of it made his focus cut away from the words on the page he was on.

No, he shouldn't think about that, especially when it was his big day. His parents were happy too, and that was good…so he needed to lighten up.

Aim blinked and shook his head, sighing in disappointment as he lost the spot he'd been reading, having to start all the way back up at the beginning of the page. The clock ticked quietly in his room as he finished the chapter he'd been reading, that excited investment finally back on his face.

There was the soft sound of some sort of glass shaking and moving next to his bed, starting off quiet and barely audible.

Aim turned his orange eye-lights to the sound after it got too loud to ignore. A glass container full of paint he kept for art purposes was shaken from the corner it was sitting in, one of the paint bottles inside rattling around quite unnaturally. The little boy stared in bewilderment and confusion, closing his book and sitting up. He grabbed the trembling glassware carefully, taking the lid off to get a better look at the paint bottle looking as if it was having a seizure.

“What…?”

Aim attempted to grab it, flinching as it magically jumped out of the container, landing on the floor with a hard smack. He fumbled, putting the glass container with all the other paints down, staring upon the still trembling and moving bottle. Did they have ghosts? Was there a ghost trapped in the bottle? He rubbed his eye a little, wondering if he was just seeing things.

…Nope, still moving-

BURST.

The paint bottle suddenly exploded, the green paint inside bursting out and somehow growing in size from the volume that was in the bottle initially. Aim let out a shocked cry as he watched the paint fall to the floor, coating a good portion of the floor an emerald green color. “Waaaaa! Oh no! The mess-” Aim cried out, rushing to go get a towel, before scurrying to a halt as the green paint began to…move?

The paint made soft ripples on the ground, little bubbles coming from its surface as it looked like something was…forming?

“Uhm…” Aim opened his mouth, but his confusion turned into shock once more as the paint suddenly shot up into two silhouettes, morphing with strange liquidly sounds until the paint melted off the strangers’ bodies.

“Oh good! Finally!” One of the…skeletons called with a light, high voice. The skeleton looked all too familiar, strange, multi-colored eyes and a signature splotch on the right cheek. Aim stared in shock, but noticed an even larger skeleton looming over them. He looked annoyed and disgusted with the paint on his body, strange blue streaks running down his face. Aim almost thought he was eternally crying.

“Ink hurry up-”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Aim screamed in fear, stepping back as there were two random adult skeletons in his room, one he knew all too well.

“Woah! Hi! Since been such a long time-”

“Leave me aloneeeee! I don't wanna be your friend you're mean!!!” Aim cried out, earning a confused look from the two skeletons before him. “Woah woah! Calm down! I'm not your Ink- or well, the one you know! I'm the cool one! Calm down-”

“Why are you in my room?!” Aim said, his nerves not calming down, trying to process what the slightly kinder looking Ink was saying. Hmmm…this didn't really look like the Ink he knew from his childhood, the one that had abducted him. That skeleton was scary, always having some weird unsettling feeling behind him whenever he spoke, as if his words or intentions weren't always clear in the end. Aim found that out very quickly, remembering the sting in his soul when his father grabbed him…

But this Ink… there was no maliciousness behind those eyes, in fact, their presence was strangely comforting, a sense of warmth surrounded them, and despite the obvious lack of natural feelings behind their eyes and very being, this felt more…genuine.

…Wait, when was the last time he met another version like this-

“Yeahhhh- haha sorry don't mind him.” Ink said, pointing at the scary and big skeleton standing behind them like a guard. “He's just here to make sure I don't get hurt again!�� They said sheepishly. Aim had his hand on the door to his room, having been ready to sprint down the stairs and to his parents for help and safety. He halted, turning to look at them oh so slowly.

“...Again? W-What are you-”

“ANYWAY. Listen we don't really have enough time, so here-” Ink pulled out a little box from behind them. A little bow was on the top, carefully keeping the present closed. “We hope we're not too late, it is still your birthday, right-”

“AIM! Are you alright?!” A muffled voice came from downstairs, quickly rising as footsteps were heard approaching.

The man behind Ink tensed, “Ink let's go.” He said sternly, tugging on their scarf.

“Oh boy- okay listen- this is from someone who really wanted to give this to you! Please open it!” Ink said, handing the present to the little boy, although it was more of a toss. Aim barely managed to catch it, looking down at the little tag taped to the side of the box. For Aim only.

“Happy birthday and Merry Christmas! I hope you-”

“Ink!”

“I'm going!”

“Who is this- wait!” Aim cried out, hearing the sound of a portal of some sorts being opened. He turned around, watching as the taller skeleton jumped through the other side with them, leaving the paint mess on the floor. He tried to reach out, but the scary looking glitches made him hesitate. No, he needed to know who they were! Why did he feel a strange sense of deja vu he couldn't put his finger on.

“You can't just leave this here!” He shouted. , watching the portal close up, leaving the space around it back to how it was initially. Aim was left alone in silence, his emotions running wild. Confusion, fear, but part of him found things a little humorous, especially as the paint on the floor was left there. He was looking down at the gift with wonder, eye lights sparkling faintly the more his mind processed the information.

…Someone had given him a gift? Someone he couldn't remember or didn't know? Guilt filled his chest, maybe it was his uncle playing a prank, or his parents… ?

Aim yelped as his door was busted open, his parents looking tense and ready for battle.

All they saw was Aim holding a little present, and a puddle of green paint on the floor, soaking into the carpet the more seconds went by.

***

Aim looked down at the brand new, pretty bracelet in the box, the little ring tucked nice and close to it, a few decorative pieces of paper being stuffed inside to cushion everything. He held the little bracelet in his hand, eye lights large and full of silent, raw joy. On his nightstand were the remnants of an old bracelet, worn down through time but unforgotten.

He noticed a handmade card at the bottom of the box and carefully grabbed it, setting the box aside. It was cute and well made, little stickers and decorations littered the back and the front, everything from snowflakes to little peppermint stickers was sprinkled around. Glitter lines the border, and Aim couldn't help but let the excitement grow as he opened the card.

He saw a little drawing of a skeleton family in a big corner, before his eyes turned to the words written in neat handwriting. Aim's eyes widened.

Dear Aim,

My name is Axel! My mom is writing this for me because my grammar and handwriting isn't the best, so don't think it's mine! But I wanted to get you this because, well, it's your birthday, right? You may not remember me, but if you do, I want you to know that I enjoyed our short time together, and you made me feel, well, not weird. I tried giving you gifts before, but my mom says it isn't easy to get things for you, but If you're reading this that means they made it! I gave you a bracelet when I first met you, do you remember that? You were afraid of my mom but we took you back home and I made you a bracelet to make you feel better while they tried to find your home! Well, five year old me had terrible skills, so I wanted to remake it as a way to show I still remember you and want to meet you again, even if it's been forever. Sorry none of my other gifts from previous years made it to you, I promise I'll try to get more for you next year if you can respond somehow.

I asked my mom if we could invite you for Christmas next year, but your parents have to say yes, so PRETTY PLEASE ask them! Please don't forget about me :[ I miss you a lot. Can we be friends again, even if we might have changed?

From,

Axel

P.S. I luv you and Merry Christmas!!! Please visit next year!

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Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Oras, Axel, and Aelis belong to me

Thank you Zu for creating such an adorable little man^^

#undertale au #utmv #sanscest #aim!sans #post dark cream #ink sans #error sans #axel #oras #aelis #ari writing #so sorry its so late! D:

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cherry-poppins · 2 years ago

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Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still…. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s.

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~”

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun.

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?”

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything.

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand. “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home.

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg.

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask.

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them.

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well.

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise won't think any less of you"

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?”

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes.

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like”

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.”

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind.

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug.

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me"

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right?

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now? "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick.

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…”

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more.

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?”

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans.

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

#fell sans #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #fell sans x reader #sans x reader #uf sans #x reader #underfell oneshot #underfell imagines #<3

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princessleprechaunnn · 5 months ago

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But Daddy, I Love Him

Finnick Odair x Reader

warnings: typical thg warnings, mentions of prostitution, fake pregnancy, arguing

notes: hi! this is my first time writing for finnick, i hope i didnt do him dirty. also didnt do a grammar check. lowkey ass

You had thought your time in the Hunger Games was over 7 years ago, but the 3rd quarter quell proved you wrong. You had trained with your father for years, the victor of the 52nd Hunger Games, and decided to volunteer at the age of 16. Coming out victorious from the 68th Hunger Games, you had gone on home to district 1. Not long after that President Snow had approached you regarding your "duties" as a young and "desirable" victor, which is when you met the love of your life.

Upon arriving at your first victor party as a mentor, you saw how happy everyone seemed. It made you sick to your stomach seeing all the smiling faces of well dressed capitol citizens, like 23 children had not just died. Scanning the crowds of people, you searched for the man whose bed you would be in later. Getting distracted, you didn't even notice when a man tapped on your shoulder.

"You alright? You seem awfully lost." You turned to see a charismatic guy, who looked no older than 18 before you. You scanned him for a second and then smiled,

"I'm afraid so, but who might you be?" you asked him, flashing a toothy grin. The man smiled and looked away, then looked at you again.

"I'm quite hurt you don't know of me Y/N, I am quite famous around here." he said with an amusing glint in his eye.

"Hmm, let me guess. A pompous attitude, sea green eyes, Finnick Odair?" He smiles and chuckles softly.

"The one and only. Now that we've been properly introduced, may I ask why you look so lost? I'll always help a pretty girl in need." You blushed, then caught a glimpse of President Snow whispering something to one of his guards.

"Maybe another time Finnick, I've got to go." He smiles grimly, looking over at President Snow and walks away towards the open bar.

You walk to President Snow and his guards, a serious look covering Snow's face.

"We were just about to come get you princess, the man whom you were paying a visit to has become a bit of an issue. So tonight you will be free, take it as a gift from the capitol." You shudder in disgust at the name, as you've grown tired of being "The Capitol's Princess".

Remembering the eyes that are watching you, you smile and say "Thank you President, how kind of you." He soon gets distracted and walks away, toward who ever else has become of use.

You spot Finnick drinking outside alone, and walk toward him. You tap his shoulder and he is startled, but quickly tells you to sit.

Hours have passed, and the party has died down. You had talked to Finnick all night and had learned how kind he truly is. The alcohol had a bit of an affect one you, causing you to confide in him on your strained relationship with your father.

"I just don't think he even realizes how horribly we are getting treated, Finn." He watches your lips dazily, a soft smile on his lips. Upon seeing his expression, you get annoyed and try to get up.

"Hey, come back." he tells you, softly grasping your wrist. You felt butterflies in your stomach, intrigued by Finnick's reaction.

He smirks at how out of it you seem, teasingly saying "Look at the state of you! God, you can barely keep your composure." You look into Finnick's sea-green eyes, seeing a change in them once you did so.

You take another drink of whatever awful liquid the capitol provided, then said "God Finn, are you just gonna keep staring at my lips or are you going to kiss me?"

And with that Finnick put his hand on your cheek and kissed you passionately. What seemed to be years worth of pinning (that was only from a couple hours after meeting) was easily summed up by the dancing of your lips. When you broke from the kiss, You gazed into his eyes again, knowing they would haunt your life forever.

6 years had passed since that night, and you had been been dating Finnick for 5 of them. No one knew about your relationship except for Mags Flannigan, Annie Cresta, and Johanna Mason. You discussed telling your father about the relationship, but decided against it because of his "protective" nature. If your father knew of your relations with Finnick, he would have started spewing lies about how Finnick is a player who will ultimately break your heart.

You were currently training for the quarter quell as you volunteered to be district 1's female tribute. Finnick had somehow convinced Plutarch to let you join the rebellion after informing him of your shared hatred for Snow and the capitol. But the plan had gotten a little screwed up when your father decided to be a mentor in this years games. He was constantly near you, never giving you a second to converse with your alliance.

At the tribute parade, you watched as everyone exited their chariots in elaborate outfits. You were wore a long silver beaded dress that caught the attention of many capitol citizens. You used to feel naked under their gaze, but now you just felt disgusted by it.

You managed to escape your father's eyes, and walked swiftly over to Johanna Mason.

"Jo! I see your stylists were very creative this year." you said with a chuckle.

"Yes, yet another year the stylists have dressed district 7 as trees. Anyway, what do you want?"

"Johanna Mason, always gets to the point. Did you happen to see Finnick?" you asked.

"He is with the girl on fire, trying to get in her head." she states as she rolls her eyes.

You smile at Johanna and start walking towards Finnick.

"Unfortunately, I think that's true." You heard Finnick say as you stood behind him. Katniss glanced at you curiously as you stood there.

"Hello Katniss, we haven't met yet but I'm Y/N. Gosh, I love that dress you are wearing. I assume Cinna made it?"

"Um, yes. You won the 68th games, right?" she asked confidently.

"Yes I did, someones knows their facts!" You saw Cinna and Peeta walking over and decided to cut your visit short.

"Well, we better get going. Goodbye!" You said cheerily.

As you were walking away Finnick turned around and said "Sorry you had to cancel your wedding. I know how devastating that must be for you."

Finnick turned around as your eyes widened. You whip your head around to look at him and hit his chest lightly. All you got in response was a giggle from Finnick.

Currently you were practicing your knife-throwing skills to see if they were still good (they were). Mid throw you decided you needed to speak with Katniss, so you told your father to go meet with Gloss and your stylist to discuss the outfits for the tribute parade. Upon his leaving, you speed-walked over to Katniss.

"Hi Katniss! I really wanted to talk with you regarding alliances." The girl turned her head towards you with a look of confusion.

"But you're from district 1?" she asked quizzically.

"Yes, but I would much rather be in an alliance with you rather than Gloss. Between you and me, he is quite boneheaded." You heard Katniss softly snicker as she turned her head for a moment.

Katniss met your gaze again and said "Well, maybe we-" until she stopped talking as a deadpan expression graced her features. She seemed to be looking at something behind you, so you turned around and were met with Finnick's eyes gazing lovingly at you.

"Oh god, you scared me Finn. you can't just sneak up on people like that." you said, lightly pushing his chest. Remembering what you were doing, you turned around to meet Katniss' judgemental glare.

"Hello Finnick." said Katniss coldly.

Finnick decided to loop his arms around your waist from behind you, and said "Oh! The girl on fire, almost didn't see you there."

It was quiet for a moment, until you piped up asking "So what were you saying, Katniss?" She shook her head and walked over to Peeta briskly.

You turned around to look at Finn and said "What did you do?"

He smiled at you, responding only with "I don't know."

You stood backstage with with your father before you went on for your interview with Ceasar Flickerman. You stood fidgeting with the top of your skirt, as your eyes met Finnick's from the other side of the stage. Tonight you would tell of Panem about your relationship with Finnick, as well as a fake pregnancy.

"Hey dad, I'm gonna go see my hairstylist. There is this hairpin that is stabbing my scalp." For a moment you panicked at your father's confused facial expression, but he quickly nodded his head.

You speed walked to the other side of the stage, and pulled Finnick into a secluded corner. "Hey handsome, are you ready for your interview?"

He smiled at the nickname, and said "Yeah, you look really pretty. How did you get over here?"

"Just told my dad I needed to fix my hair." His eyes scanned over your face as he tried to detect how you felt.

"You look nervous, come here." You laid your head on his chest as he held you in his arms. Too enamored by each other, neither of you heard the approaching footsteps.

"What the fuck are you doing near him? Get over hear right now." You broke from the embrace and turned around. Your eyes quickly met with those of your father.

Grasping his hands you pleaded with him, "Dad calm down please, let's have a conversation like adults."

"No, get on over to the right side of the stage," he slowly grabs your wrist and starts dragging you to the other side. "You stay away from my daughter, you hear me?"

At those words a camera man came up to you and said "Get to your side, you are on in 1." Hurriedly you walked over to your side of the stage as Caesar introduced you.

"Now folks, we will be graced by the presence of "The Princess of the Capital". The legacy winner of the 68th Hunger Games, having won only 18 years after her father. Give it up for out female tribute from district 1, Y/N Y/L/N!"

You smiled and waved to the audience as you walked onstage. You could feel your father's disapproving stare burning a hole in your skull. You sat down on the couch next to Caesar.

"Hello Caesar! Thank you for that marvelous introduction."

"Charming as always, Miss Y/L/N. Now, How has you father mentoring you been?"

"It has been very interesting. He pushes me to do my best in training, all he wants is for me to succeed in this years games."

"Aww, what a sweet relationship between a father and his daughter. Am I right folks?" The crowd uproars at Caesar's question.

"Now Y/N, what have you been up to the past couple of years? Other than mentoring, of course."

"Well there are a few things I have kept hidden from you guys. For the last 5 years I have been in a relationship with Finnick O'dair." The crowd shrieks with excitement.

"Oh my, that certainly is a secret. Has it been smooth sailing, pun not intended?" The audience explodes with laughter.

"For the most part there have been a couple problems. People in the districts have a bit of a rude opinion on Finnick. They tell me he is too crazy and chaotic to start a family with, but I disagree." You make your eyes teary to elicit a reaction from the audience.

"That is quite upsetting, but what was that about starting a family?"

"This is not how I wanted to announce this, but I'm having his baby. Before the Quarter Quell we were trying for a baby, and I got pregnant." You hear the audience gasp, and see a few capitol citizens faint. You meet Finnick's eyes from offstage and see him stifling a laugh.

"Oh well congratulations to the both of you! I'm afraid our time is up, but let's hear it once more for our princess and soon to be mother, Y/N Y/L/N!" The crowd goes wild, shrieking with excitement.

You walk offstage to your angry father. "Come with me now, we need to have a talk."

He leads you out of the backstage area to a supply closet nearby. He turns the light on a shuts the door. "First of all, are you really pregnant? 'Cause if you are, Finnick Odair is a dead man!" Your father said angrily.

"Of course I'm not! I just want the Quarter Quell to be canceled."

"President Snow is a good man who only wants to protect Panem. You need to come to your senses and leave Finnick, he is obviously spewing these garbage thoughts into your head!"

You laughed and said to your father "No, I'm not coming to my senses! I believe the Hunger Games is a stupid thing to make Panem do, especially the Quarter Quell!"

"Finnick is a playboy and I will not have my daughter be seen with him! This is the last time I will be telling you, you must end your relationship."

"I'd rather ruin my life than listen to any more of your complaints!"

"You have ruined your reputation, your good name! Imagine all the things the capitol is saying about you right now!"

"You wanna know something about my "good name"? It's mine alone to disgrace! And personally I don't care what any of those snakes say about me. They're only here to seem empathetic to the districts and to entertain themselves."

"Look at how you are speaking!, this isn't like you! Please sweetie I'm your father, I know what's best for you!"

"god you are so judgmental, I'm an adult and can make my own decisions! He is wild, and I love him. He makes me better."

AFTER PRESIDENT SNOW AND COIN"S DEATHS

The sun shined brightly through the window above your bed. You felt the light shaking of your shoulders, and opened your eyes to see to seagreen pair of your husbands.

"Wake up my love, your father came to visit." Finnick smiled warmly at you, softly caressing your head.

You quickly sat up, got dressed, washed your face, brushed your teeth and hair. Walking into your living room you were greeted by the soft smile of your father's.

"Hey kiddo! I was chatting with Finnick, we are gonna go have a beach day." You watched as your husband slowly walked next to your father, knowing now your father loves Finnick almost as much as you now.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #thg #thg fanfiction #caesar flickerman #quarter quell

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talesfrommedinastation · 1 year ago

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My Redneck Neighbor Doug Writes Star Wars Smut/Fluff

Like a true, red-blooded American, I outsourced a task because I'm a lazy piece of shit overworked. I'm trying to write my own Mayday/Phee piece, but in the meantime....LSU absolutely curb stomping Florida last weekend had Doug practically skipping all over the block.

Doug was more than happy to write a piece for you PheeDay fans out there. He's eager to have y'all join his extremely rare of rarepair clubs.

Here y'all go, the Mayday/Phee piece, written ENTIRELY BY TEXT MESSAGE BY A CHUBBY OLD CAJUN ENGINEER NAMED DOUG.

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"Shit? What’s smut? Does it involve butts? It can? Awesome.

By the way, don’t tell my wife I’m writing this.

Church Lady’s on Coruscant. Sassy Park Ranger’s on break there too, because fuck that BLOND JACKASS and all the Jedi are MIA. They meet in a bar because Church Lady’s gotta watch the Saints game and Sassy Park Ranger found out they have 50 cent wings and he don’t get paid all that well watching the snow with his best friend, Daddy Warcrimes.

(“The Saints? You know the NFL doesn’t exist in Star Wars land, Doug.”

“IT’S MY STORY, I WRITE WHAT I WANNA WRITE!”)

She’s all “GOT A NAME, BROWN EYES” and he’s all “THE NAME’S SASSY PARK RANGER BUT YOU CAN CALL ME COMMANDER”. They split a basket of wings, because Church Lady’s got the confidence of a woman who knows where the shallow graves are located, and Sassy Park Ranger likes a woman who can suck a bone or two in front of him while keeping eye contact.

Yeah. If your woman can handle extra hot sauce on the first date you better get a ring ordered ASAP.

Anywho, he’s so turned on by her eating these wings that he asks her to lick the sauce off his beard. She says treasure hunter’s don’t do that. He says the greatest treasure is found in the most unlikely of places.

So she begins to mouth-ram him and lick all the buffalo sauce off of that face fur. He runs his hands through her hair to see if there’s any weapons in there, because Sassy Park Ranger learned a thing or two in the field and Church Lady’s got dat WHO DAT energy.

You don’t mess with a Creole woman I tell you what and Sassy Park Ranger ain't no fool.

(SAINTS NATION RISE)

Satisfied that they've freaked out all the aliens and shit at the bar, they end up at Church Lady’s hotel room. They get naked and do it and it’s so hot.

Um, yeah. It’s hot. Yeah. It’s so consensual, because I gotta include that. I don’t wanna get in trouble on the internet. And it's weird writing this out.

Don't tell my wife I'm writing this!

After they do it, Church Lady’s all ‘Let’s watch Space HBO’ and Sassy Park Ranger’s like ‘Yeah’, and they watch that show where white people yell at each other about money*.

They order room service and do it again, this time, in front of the poor droid bastard dropping off their food, because Sassy Park Ranger don’t give a crap and Church Lady likes an audience. Trust me.

They exchange phone numbers, and text when they can and when they see each other they have wings and then wild-assed booty banging somewhere I don’t know where.

THE END!

("Where does that leave Ryan-from-Accounting? Don't you think Church Lady and him belong together?"

"Ryan-from-Accounting don't deserve that independent, smart woman."

"Oh?"

"He's got his bitch wife Laura and her KIA and his goofy brothers on the HMS Search Warrant. Let Church Lady have a hot bearded tanned park ranger who can lead and mouth off for the fun of it.")

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There you have it folks. I could have asked for more, but I like knowing I can look Doug in the eye when I borrow his snow blower, and like in 'Game of Thrones', Winter is Coming.

I'll try to write my own, I promise!

Tagging some of Doug's greatest fans in here: @amalthiaph @megmca @skellymom @sued134 @merkitty49 @insertmeaningfulusername @thecoffeelorian @eyecandyeoz

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the future!

*= I think he meant 'Succession'?

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24hlevi · 1 year ago

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— is there someone else?

okkotsu yuuta (jujutsu kaisen) x gn!reader

genre: angst

summary: yuuta has been with you since a few months after he started coming to jujutsu high. one day, he sees signs that you might be hanging around with someone else. so, he builds the courage to find out if there is someone else or not.

warnings: language, cheating

wc: 3.2k

this is for a special the weeknd event hosted by @seirinz

Okkotsu Yuuta had been in love with you since the day he first met you, which happened to be his first day at Jujutsu High. After the encounter with Geto when Rika was let go of him, he felt free enough to attempt and pursue you. There was something special about you to him. Not just the fact you were always nice and understanding of his awkward shyness, or that you helped him train in a less strict way than the others did. To Yuuta, you were different.

He could remember the day he confessed to you like the back of his hand. He was so nervous on this winter day, his face bright red from the cold as he tried to muster up the courage to tell you. Panda was continuously telling him that it would be fine, that you surely felt the same way, and that there was no need for Yuuta to be freaking out the way he was. But, he was still incredibly anxious about the whole ordeal. He had no time to think about crushes or liking someone other than Rika, so it was normal that he was anxious about confessing his feelings to you. He didn't want to ruin the friendship he had built with you, he would be crushed and heartbroken if it went wrong and you stopped speaking to him.

But, much to his surprise, it worked out better than he had expected. When he confessed his feelings, he was shocked at your response. Even though everyone else had been telling him that you liked him as well, he still had his doubts. The anxiety-filled thoughts of ‘what if it goes wrong?’, ‘what if they tell me they have feelings for someone else?’ and so forth that he almost backed out of his confession last minute before Maki forcefully pushed him towards you.

Yuuta let out a tiny yelp as Maki pushed him closer to you who was standing across the field. He was practically shaking from nervousness about the situation but tried to play it off as him just being cold due to it being winter. He had a whole script for what he was going to say to you. He would start the conversation normally like he always would, say hello, and ask how you were doing before getting to the main subject he wanted to speak with you about.

“Just go do it,” Maki told Yuuta as he stared at you from afar.

“I-I don’t know, what if-”

“Stop worrying so much and be a man!” Maki snapped, pushing him more aggressively this time.

“Okay…” Yuuta mumbled.

The boy then made his way over to you, his hands shaking a little from both the cold temperature and the anxiety creeping into his body more and more. He felt like he might pass out before he even reached you at this point.

When he got to you, he was fiddling with his hands trying to look at you but instead, his eyes were darting all around the place.

“Hey, Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?” Yuuta asked you.

You looked over at him when he spoke, and he almost dropped dead just by all your attention and focus being on him only. “Of course! What’s up?” You responded with a smile.

Yuuta didn’t reply for a few seconds, too distracted by your smile that he forgot the whole script he planned out for this. He even wrote it down in a notepad and repeated it to himself in the mirror to prepare! Now he had forgotten it all! This was already going terribly for the boy.

“Uhm well, I uh just wanted to erm…” He lost his voice halfway through talking, leaving you concerned.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yes! It’s just that uhm,” Yuuta looked down at the ground lightly covered in snow, “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me, but not as friends,” He said in a quiet voice, a blush present on his face just from saying it out loud.

“Like, a date?” You questioned.

All Yuuta did was nod his head in response, still looking down at the ground as he tried to stand his ground and not run away at the last second. You didn’t say anything for a moment, and he was about to apologize and turn away until you spoke.

“I would love to.”

Yuuta was genuinely shocked when you agreed to go out with him, but he was also so incredibly happy that it worked out well and didn’t go wrong in any sort of way. He was so worried that it would go wrong somehow, either he would say the wrong thing and embarrass himself or you straight up say no. But, it turned out great.

In the beginning, it was, at least.

The first six months were great for the two of you and your established relationship. Yuuta was the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He would give you flowers whenever he had the chance, he would always go with you on missions of any kind no matter the rank of the curse, he was supportive of everything and was always so patient with you. He was the type of boyfriend everyone wanted. He broke out of his shell once he started dating you, and everyone noticed the difference in him when you two became official. You were the best thing to happen to him.

When it hit six months Yuuta got matching rings for you two to wear on the left hand. He called them promise rings, and that one day you two would get married. While he still wore Rika’s on his other hand, yours was far more important and cherished to him. Rika may give him physical power, but you gave him everything else and more. He would never trade you for anything or anyone. He would kill for you, he would die for you, he would do anything for you if you asked.

Yuuta promised that he would never leave you under any circumstance, saying he would rather die than leave you. Or that he would sacrifice himself if it came down to the two of you despite his special grade status and how terrible things would become without him there to help. He loved you so much that he would do anything for you.

He learned how to cook for you instead of continuously buying food from convenience stores and such. He worked on his appearance more and kept up a good hygiene routine. He practiced fighting more so that he could get better and protect you more easily. He did many things for you that also helped him change for the better. He grew out of his anxiety-filled life and began to not worry as much but still had normal anxiety about things.

Then, things began to change.

Yuuta couldn’t tell exactly when you started to act differently around him, he couldn’t pinpoint a specific time when it happened. He just realized later that you were becoming more distant from him. He doesn’t know why, but he didn’t say anything. He remained quiet and tried to fix it without saying anything to you and possibly starting an argument. He hated arguments and fights with you and tried to avoid them whenever he could. But, he didn’t know what to do about this. He was seeing you less and less as the months went by, and whenever he asked around for you, no one knew where you were.

Yuuta was at a loss, unsure of what was going on and what to do about it, and he spent more and more of his days in his room thinking about it all. With his anxieties returning, he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, that you were seeing someone else behind his back. He wanted to think otherwise, that you would never do that to him, until one day when he spoke to Panda.

“You don’t think they’re seeing someone else behind my back, do you?” Yuuta asked Panda while sitting next to him watching you and Maki spar.

“Hmm,” Panda hummed, looking between you, Maki, and Yuuta. “Do you want my honest opinion and thoughts?”

“Yes?” Yuuta answered, sounding more like a question.

“Don’t you ever notice who is also gone when Y/n is as well?” Panda started. “Think for a moment. You always come to Inumaki or me when you are searching for them, but who is never there too?”

Yuuta looked at Panda confused, not understanding what he was meaning until he looked back over at you sparring with Maki. He watched how she easily pinned you to the ground and won, whispering something into your ear which caused you to smile widely and gently shove her off of you. Yuuta felt his heart drop and looked back at Panda. “You don’t think…” His voice trailed off.

“I don’t know for sure, but if I were you, I would say something,” Panda told Yuuta. “It’s better to get it over fast than dwell on it and never do anything.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Yuuta mumbled quietly, now looking down at the ground.

Yuuta noticed it from then on. It was true, whenever you were gone, so was Maki. He didn’t even know you two were close, but he couldn’t help but feel stupid for not realizing it earlier until Panda put it in his mind. He wanted to confront you, but he didn’t for a while. He couldn’t. There was something holding him back from just saying it. He knew if he confronted you on it things would fall apart, but they were already falling apart.

The thought of you cheating on Yuuta made him want to throw up. His brain couldn't process the possibility of it happening, and he was starting to lose it.

You started disappearing more often, and Yuuta found out from Gojo that you were starting to do more missions with Maki. When he asked Gojo why, the teacher responded that you specifically asked for it. Now Yuuta was growing more concerned. It was always him who went on missions with you, but now you were asking Gojo specifically that you wanted to be paired with Maki from now on. Yuuta had no idea what to do.

He had never been through this type of situation before, therefore he was left clueless not knowing what to do. There was no one he could go to for help on the matter, so he was left to figure it out himself.

Yuuta spent multiple days in his room trying to figure out how to deal with this and how to tell you that he had a feeling he knew what was going on. But, he couldn’t help but think of if he was wrong. Then surely you would break up with him for ever thinking you would be cheating on him with one of his classmates. He didn’t know what to do. He had to do it by himself, but he didn’t want to at the same time. Maybe he could just forget about it and things would go back to normal. Or they would get worse.

Yuuta stared at the wall of his room for the majority of the days as they went by. You didn’t check up on him, and he was beginning to believe you didn’t want to be with him anymore. He understood why, though. He fell back into his self-deprecating thoughts the more you were gone. The thoughts that he wasn’t good enough for you, that you deserved someone better than him. He didn’t know how a normal relationship was supposed to work, but he was trying his absolute best to make sure he was doing it right. He was constantly searching the internet in hopes of it helping only for it to make him feel worse by saying you were definitely cheating on him. He was reading more books to try and find ways to fix it only to find nothing. He was on the verge of breaking down.

Everyone noticed the change in Yuuta the more he came to believe that you were cheating on him. He rarely smiled anymore, he had the dark bags under his eyes again like when he first arrived at the school, he was constantly training, and he was alone. He was nothing without you in his life. He became something he didn’t want to become.

Then one day, he snapped.

It was a rainy night when Yuuta got back from a mission of a powerful curse. He was panting lightly, his hair damp and wet sticking to his face, blood splattered on his white uniform. He was exhausted and needed you more than anything else right now. He had gotten hit on the head and was slightly dizzy as he stumbled down the hall as quietly as possible. He didn’t know where you would be, but at this hour he assumed you would be asleep by now. So, dragging his squeaky shoes across the ground, he found himself standing in front of your room.

He was swaying back and forth as he raised his fist to knock on the door, and immediately after he knocked he opened the unlocked door. Freezing in his spot at the sight of you. You weren’t asleep. Or alone. Yuuta felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, and his jaw tightened subconsciously.

“What the fuck is going on?” Yuuta spat, not even recognizing his voice.

You jumped from your position on the bed, looking at Yuuta with wide eyes. “Yuuta, baby I can explain,” You started.

“Don’t bother,” He growled at you. “Get the fuck out.” He glared at Maki who was laid down beside you.

“Yuuta-” You tried to say.

“I’m not talking to you right now,” He told you, still staring at Maki. “Get the fuck out.”

“No,” Maki answered.

“Excuse me?” Yuuta asked.

“I said no,” Maki sat up. “Look, I’ll be the bearer of bad news. Yuuta, you need to get the fuck out. I’m honestly surprised that it took you this long, but Y/n doesn’t want to be with you anymore. It’s that simple. So, get the fuck out.”

Yuuta stared in silent disbelief, his eyes were jumping between Maki and you, and you didn't say anything. He straightened his posture and looked at you. “Is this what you want?” He asked you.

“I’m sorry, Yuuta,” You replied, looking down at the bed.

For the second time in the past five minutes, Yuuta felt his heart break. He was feeling so many emotions at the same time that he didn't know what to do. He stood in place for a minute, and then with a scoff he took the ring off his finger and threw it at you.

“Fine. If that's how you want it to be,” He spat. “I don't need you. I just needed you to become a better me.”

Then Yuuta turned around and stomped out of the room, slamming the door closed on his way out and heading to his own room. He was muttering to himself as he angrily walked down the hall, about how he didn't deserve anyone loyal to him, that no one would genuinely love him for him, that he would die alone like he was destined to. He was sad, he was angry, he was feeling so many different things he felt like he was truly breaking down.

As soon as he closed the door of his room behind him, Yuuta slid down the wall, holding his sword close to him as he leaned his head on the door, tears welling in his eyes. A stifled sob escaped past his mouth, and he immediately covered it with his hand out of fear that someone would hear him. Then again, he didn't care too much. He closed his eyes tightly shut and let the tears fall.

After months of worries, anxieties, and doubts, Yuuta finally had his answer. There was someone else. He didn't want to believe it, but he was forced to now. He saw it with his own two eyes. Your half naked bodies intertwined with one another, the sight alone made him want to sob his eyes out. He loved you more than anyone else. So why didn't you love him back?

Yuuta was unable to contain all of his crying sounds, now completely sobbing as he held onto his sword so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He couldn't help but let it all out. He was holding so much in while he waited for an answer, and now that he got his answer, he didn't want to hold back his emotions. He was upset more than anything. Upset that the first person he loved after Rika was cheating on him with a fellow classmate, upset that half of the relationship was built on a lie, upset that you didn't love him anymore. He didn't want to cry, he wanted to man through it and be strong, but he couldn't. There was no way he could. He wasn't that type of person.

No matter what, Yuuta could never hate you. He might've been angry in the moment of realization, but he could never despise you. Even though you've broken his heart, he would still have respect for you. You were a strong sorcerer, and he knew that. He would still respect you, he just wouldn't love you anymore. After all, what would be the point if you never loved him in the first place?

He wanted to ask you just one question. Did you ever love him? He couldn't, though. There was no point anymore. You clearly didn't have feelings for him anymore, so why should he dwell on the thought that it was never real in the first place? At the same time, he didn't want to know the answer. For all he knows, you could say that you never loved him, that you just felt bad after Rika so you said yes to the date and then realized you couldn't back out at the last second.

Yuuta remained crying for what felt like hours and in reality was only thirty minutes. He eventually passed out, still leaning against the door holding his sword, finally getting the first wink of sleep in months.

He was torn apart from this, but he saw it coming from miles away. He knew it wouldn't work out well, he just didn't think it would be like this. Yet, he wasn't surprised. He shouldn't be. He should've known you wouldn't love him that long. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you. He understood why you chose Maki, for she was a much better choice than he was. He just didn't think it would happen so soon.

Yuuta remained asleep until the middle of the next day when Panda knocked on the door and he woke up. Except this time, he looked dead inside. He didn't smile once after that, he didn't cry anymore, he was stronger because of this.

He didn't need you. He just needed the heartbreak to make him stronger. He's realized that now. He doesn't need anyone. They’ll all leave him anyways.

#★ zaria's the weeknd collab #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #yuuta imagines #okkotsu yuuta imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk scenarios #okkotsu yuuta scenarios #yuuta scenarios

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basu-shokikita · 1 year ago

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Kloktober 2023 Day 25

Campfire or left in the cold

Since Dethklok were already canonically abandoned in the snow, I decided to go for campfire today. For some reason, I couldn’t stop picturing Nathan and Skwisgaar at the campfire so that’s what you’re getting! They’re one of my favorite Dethklok relationships after all :)

“Okeys, starts askings de questionks, go, go go!” Skwisgaar rubbed his hands in expectation.

“Okay, okay…” Nathan narrowed his eyes at his phone screen. “If you could be an animal, what would you be?”

Skwisgaar replied instantly. “A dragons, you!”

“Maybe like Godzilla or something…” Nathan said, in deep thought. “Godzilla is fucking brutal.” He returned his eyes to the screen. “What has made you laugh until you cried?”

“Whens…” Skwisgaar was already giggling at the memory. “Whens Moidaface tripped with dogs shit, den a bananas, then his hair caught fires, then brokes his nose...when he diveds in a pools.” He shut his eyes, body shaking from laughter.

Nathan chuckled. “That was fucking awesome. I guess that’s mine too.” He stared at the screen again. “Favorite TV Show?”

Some hours ago, Skwisgaar had suggested to Nathan to get fucking plastered, a suggestion Nathan would never turn down. They decided to get booze without the Klokateers and, on their way back from the store, they got lost in the woods.

Luckily, they had found a small campfire that Charles had set all across the place in case any Dethklok member would ever get lost, they could be safe and warm. Charles had told them to stay there and wait to be picked up. And while they waited, well…that booze wasn’t going to drink itself.

Skwisgaar especially was giving Nathan a fight for his money with that bottle of rum, which was impressive considering Nathan was the one that got a liver transplant due to this extreme alcohol consumption.

While neither of them was normally too talkative, alcohol made them more chatty. Thus, they were now playing the 20 questions game with each other.

“Uhh….a fact about the last person you kissed…” Nathan asked reluctantly, like he wasn’t sure he was reading it right.

“He ams a stupid dildos.” Skwisgaar answered way too fast.

Nathan blinked. “He?”

“She,” Skwisgaar belatedly corrected. “She ams…stupids…” He frowned at the fire and took another gulp of rum.

Nathan thought it was weird that Skwisgaar seemed bitter, he didn’t seem like the type to even remember his partners. Not that he cared. “Mine had huge boobs and was super hot. Next question…most traumatic exper-let’s skip that. What’s the last text you received?”

Wordlessly, Skwisgaar pulled up his phone and opened the messaging app. He raised both eyebrows for a second before his expression turned neutral again. “You ams a colds unfeelingks monsters.” He read, impassively.

“Woah.” Nathan chuckled. “That’s brutal. Who sent that?”

“Toki.” Skwisgaar said before tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“Oh.” That was considerably less brutal. “Did you guys fight?”

“He ams just being a big babies as usualsk.” Skwisgaar rested his face on his hand, seemingly done with the conversation.

“Right…” Nathan scrolled down his own messages. “The last message I got was from Charles saying we needed to stay put, so…” He opened the image again and cleared his throat. “Last awkward situation you found yourself in?”

Skwisgaar snorted. “When Pickle walkeds into me and Toki-” His half-lidded gaze suddenly turned wide-eyed. “P-Playings wif our swords- I means guitars! We were playingks wif our guitars!”

Nathan wasn’t sure if he had drank too much and was starting to hallucinate things but something was starting to be really odd about Skwisgaar’s answers. If anything, this was currently his most awkward situation. “Okay, let’s move on…have you met the person you fell hardest for?”

“Noes!” Skwisgaar yelled. “Noes, I hasn’ts! I don’ts do dat! I don’ts falls for peoples evors!” As if to emphasize this, he took a pretty long swig of his bottle and finished it.

Yeah, he was going to ignore that too. He was definitely going to ignore it. “Yeah, that’s a no for me too…” He mumbled to himself before moving to the next question. “What’s a secret you haven’t told anyo-”

“Nethans, ams you questioningks me?” Skwisgaar stood up and gave him an accusing glare.

“What?” Nathan grimaced. “No? What the fuck are you talking about, I’m just reading these stupid questions!” He looked back at his phone. “Next question says: talk about your ex.”

“I don’ts has an ex!” Skwisgaar exclaimed in frustration.

“That’s what the game says!” Nathan replied, just as frustrated.

Puffing, Skwisgaar sat back down on the tree trunk. The crackling of fire filled the silence between them. “Sorries.” He said after a while.

Nathan stared at him with vague, intoxicated concern. “Are you okay?”

“Ams dat a games questionks?” Skwisgaar said, gaze half-lidded again.

“Uh…” Nathan glanced at his phone. “Yeah.”

Skwisgaar kept his eyes on the fire, lip quivering. “Noes…” He let out quietly.

Nathan pretended to read from the image on his phone. “Why…are you not…okay?”

Skwisgaar sighed, covering his face with his hands. “I thoughts I didn’t cares about somethings…but I does…and it sucks.”

He might have had too much to drink, because it was making him sad to see Skwisgaar so dejected. “What happened?” After a pause, he added. “That’s also a question here.”

His friend chuckled. “I…has an argskuments with somebodies….” He lowered his hands, frustrated at himself. “I knows! Soes fucking stupids. Ams I a goil? Pfft.”

Nathan waited and waited, but when Skwisgaar didn’t say anything else, he insisted. “And?”

“Ands…” Skwisgaar blinked slowly at the fire, like he couldn’t comprehend what he was feeling. “Ands I misses dat idiots.”

“So, go and tell that person that.”

Skwisgaar winced. “I can’ts.”

“Uh, why?”

“He-she wants somethings whats I cant’s give hims…I means her.” Skwisgaar mumbled and buried his face in his legs.

In turn, Nathan took several gulps of his whiskey bottle, because he really was going to need it to listen to Skwisgaar’s half-baked confession. He exhaled loudly, the alcohol burning his insides. “And what is that?”

Skwisgaar didn’t move for several seconds. “Loves.” He finally said, voice muffled.

Seriously? That was it? Love?! Nathan squinted at Skwisgaar in disbelief. “The way I see it, you don’t seem to be having problems with that.”

Confused, Skwisgaar raised his head. “...What you means?”

Nathan stared into Skwisgaar’s eyes, a bit exasperated to have to spell it out for him. He was never the best with words, but Skwisgaar was even worse. “Egh, I mean that what I’m hearing is that you……love this person, Skwisgaar. Your problem is that you don’t want to admit it.” He drank more whiskey. “That’s it.”

Skwisgaar looked at him like he had invented the atomic bomb, or something. “I alreadies…?”

Nathan saw a bush move and he stood up instinctively before recognizing the Klokateer uniform. Oh, right, they were waiting to be picked up.

“Sir!” The Klokateer waved his hand, and another one came running behind. “Where’s-”

“He’s right here.” Nathan pointed at Skwisgaar, who still seemed to be in a state of semi-shock. “Hey, Skwisgaar,” He nudged his shoulder. “They came to get us.”

Skwisgaar didn't react.

Very quickly, the Klokateers reached them, covering them in blankets and giving them hot chocolate. A monitoring Charles spoke with them on the phone. The Klokateers said something about wolves and bears being in the area, though Nathan didn’t really listen, instead focusing on putting some whiskey on the beverage before drinking it. That was really good.

On the way back to Mordhaus, Skwisgaar didn’t say a word, just held the chocolate awkwardly, some drops spilling on his blanket but he didn’t seem to care. When they finally arrived to their house, though, Toki was waiting at the entrance, an anxiety-riddled expression on his face.

“Nethans,” He said, mildly relieved, though his eyes were still searching. “Where’s- Oh!” He ran to Skwisgaar, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. It was nothing out of the regular, really, Toki had always gravitated more towards Skwisgaar out of all Dethklok members.

After the conversation he had with Skwisgaar, however, Nathan couldn’t help but feel like there was something different. As Toki said unintelligible things to Skwisgaar, the latter gazed at Nathan. He hadn’t quite recovered from everything but he nodded at Nathan.

Nathan nodded back at him before he went back to his room to rest. It wasn’t until he had laid on his bed that he realized he was smiling.

Skwisgaar never said thanks outloud.

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #skwistok #implied #my writing #no beta we die like men etc

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