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lilypadlys · 3 months ago

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Let Go Dear One

Swiss has a hard night, mistakes during a ritual triggering a panic attack. Mountain helps him calm down and fucks him into next week.

Ship: Swiss/Mountain

Word Count: 3,266

Rating: Mature, NSFW

CW: panic attacks

Tags: Hurt/comfort, eventual smut, panic attacks, light bondage, cock warming, blow jobs, anal fingering, come as lube, anal sex

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Swiss is having a hard night. Even from behind his drum kit Mountain can tell. That’s a testament to the state the multi ghoul is in, the sour scent of unease and stress managing to reach the drummer’s senses despite the smell of sweat, the noise, and his own focus on keeping rhythm.

Swiss had seemed fine earlier, if a little less chipper than usual. He’s good at hiding when he’s upset though. Skilled at using that million watt smile of his to obscure that anything is amiss.

Now though he stands tense. Knees locked and shoulders scrunched. When not humping his mic like it owes him money, Swiss paces on his platform like a caged animal. Mountain notices Phantom’s occasional nervous glances back at Swiss in between songs. He catches Dew giving him a reassuring pat on the leg when he runs over for a vape hit. He catches Cirrus’ eye when she points at the multi ghoul and tilts her head. He nods and shrugs. They know something’s up but not what nor how to help.

The breaking point seems to be Watcher in the Sky. While it’s quite normal for Swiss to revel in the chance to be practically rabid on stage, tonight he seems completely feral. He sinks to his knees and bends back to let out a primal yell that echoes even with the roar of the crowd. His unglamoured fangs reflect the stage lights. His claws scrape at the base of his platform as he breathes heavily. He finally hauls himself to his feet. Gripping his mic stand for dear life, he belts out the lyrics just barely in time for his cue.

In the slight interlude they get before the encore, Mountain checks on Swiss. He crosses straight towards him and thrusts a water bottle into his hands. Once Swiss has taken a swig, Mountain pulls him into a hug. His heart hurts when he realizes Swiss is trembling.

“Just a bit longer.” He encourages, knocking the horns of their masks together. There's no point in asking if Swiss is okay when he’s obviously not.

“Yeah.” Swiss nods and grits his teeth. He downs the last half of the bottle in one go and then they break again to get back to their places for the last few songs.

It feels like an eternity but finally it’s time for bows. Mountain leaps down from his kit and flies to Swiss’ side. Phantom is on Swiss’ other side, nuzzling his shoulder comfortingly. Patting Swiss’ back, Mountain waves to the crowd; playing off the impromptu huddle as a post show group hug rather than attempt to calm the quivering multi ghoul.

Somehow they make it through bows. Mountain hands his sticks off to Phantom to throw instead and opts to help Swiss offstage. He can hear Cirrus taking charge and barking orders in the background. He guides Swiss with a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder and beelines it to the dressing rooms. As soon as the door shuts behind them, Swiss is ripping off his helmet and dropping his glamour in relief.

“Damnit! Satanas! Fucking Lord Below.” Swiss begins to bellow curses until Mountain forcibly squashes the air out of him with a bear hug.

“Shhh.” He gently soothes. Rocking a little in place in an attempt to soothe. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Swiss squirms until Mountain eases up enough so he can breathe.

“It’s not fine! I fucked up out there! I nearly missed a bunch of cues and was off key. Papa is gonna be mad and and-” Already his anger is turning to panic, his breaths getting shallow and frantic. Mountain can see Swiss is fighting tears. He’s clearly in his head about it.

“Hey. None of that.” Mountain presses a finger to Swiss’ lips. “Look at me. You did amazing tonight. Even with everything you still gave your best and that’s all that matters. You know that Papa will understand that you were having a rough night. It happens to all of us sometimes.”

“Yeah but-” Mountain silences his protest with a look. Instead he half heartedly murmurs, “Thanks Mount.” He smushes his face into Mountain’s chest.

“Tell you what sweetheart,” The earth ghoul purrs, petting Swiss head. “Why don’t you room with me tonight at the hotel? Let me take care of you?”

Swiss gives Mountain a relieved nod, happy to give up control to Mountain’s capable and gentle hands.

“Please?” He croaks.

“Of course love. First let's get you changed into comfy clothes.”

As the rest of the pack files into the dressing room, Mountain helps Swiss into jeans and Mountain’s own sweatshirt. Even Swiss is dwarfed by the large garment but it gives him room to snuggle into it. After changing, Mountain gets Swiss to sit on one of the couches before settling in next to him.

Mountain maintains a steady chatter in Swiss’ ear. Most of it is gentle direction; some is just musings and nonsense. Just to give Swiss something to focus on other than the nasty voice in his head. In ones and twos the other ghouls come over to give Swiss hugs, pats, and nuzzles in nonverbal support and reassurance. They nod to Mountain in acknowledgment and thanks for taking care of their packmate.

Swiss starts feeling a little better, lulled by Mountain’s reassurances. When the call for buses is heard though, Swiss flinches; ears laid back and teeth bared in a grimace. The prospect of recasting his glamour and entering the chaotic bustle of the post show venue isn’t appealing but Mountain helps him through it. He reaches for the multi ghoul's hand and Swiss gratefully laces his fingers with Mountain’s. The grounding point helps Swiss stay calm until they’ve reached the sanctuary of their tour bus.

Once aboard, Mountain sits and lets Swiss collapse into him. Pretty soon Swiss is a purring heap in Mountain’s lap, helped by the gentle scratch of Mountain’s claws over his scalp and back. The tension in his shoulders is still there though. His tail slashes sharply; at odds with how he’s loosely draped over the earth ghoul.

It feels like an eternity but they finally reach the hotel. Rather than force Swiss to navigate standing and gathering his overnight bag, Mountain just opts to carry him. Swiss doesn’t mind, if his happy chirp is any indicator. Wanting to help, Dew motions for Phantom to trail behind. The two of them carry Swiss and Mountain’s bags as well as their own.

Dew runs ahead to Cirrus is explaining the situation to Copia, and retrieves their room keys. Mountain and Phantom follow and rejoin Dew by the elevator.

“Third floor.” Dew says, chuffing as Swiss makes grabby hands for his and Mountain’s keycards, even as he’s still held by the earth ghoul. He hands them over and punches the button for the third floor.

This time Mountain leads the way, Dew and Phantom close behind. Mountain lets Swiss get the door, bending slightly so Swiss can reach the card slot. Then Phantom grabs the handle and holds the door for them.

Mountain enters and sets Swiss on the bed and then turns to the other two at the door.

“Thanks for the help.”

“Is Swiss okay?” Phantom asks nervously.

“He had a rough night but he’s gonna be just fine.” Mountain assures.

“Take good care of him for us, okay?” Dew waves, steering Phantom to their room.

“I will.” Mountain calls before shutting the door. He turns and stretches, dropping his glamour along the way. “How are you feeling dear? Any better?”

From his spot on the bed, curled up into a ball, Swiss hums and then shrugs.

Mountain sits on the end of the bed next to him. “How can I help?”

“Don’t wanna think.”

“Hmm, just want to shut that brain off for a while, yeah?”

Swiss nods.

“Okay, tell you what. How about you strip; glamour too. Then come kneel in front of the chair over there, okay?”

Swiss uncurls himself and releases his glamour with a happy sigh. He starts to remove his clothes and Mountain gets himself ready as well. He grabs a spare pillow and sets it on the floor in front of the chair so Swiss’ knees don't get too sore. Then grabs the book he’d been reading from his bag as well as the cravat from his stage costume that he’d stuffed in his pocket. Setting the book on the adjacent table, he unfurls the bunched fabric as Swiss comes to kneel in front of the chair.

Mountain pats Swiss’ head lovingly before squatting behind him. He gently grasps Swiss’ wrists to hold them behind his back before asking, “Color?”

“Green.” Swiss chirps, adjusting his arms to a mostly comfortable angle.

“Thank you sweetheart. Just want to help you focus on feeling good. Don’t have to do a thing. Just let me take care of you.” Mountain binds his wrists and kisses Swiss’ temple before moving to settle down onto the chair.

Almost as soon as Mountain is settled, Swiss is leaning in to nuzzle at Mountain’s clothed crotch; looking pointedly up at him and making little whimpery noises. Mountain chuckles, but undones the button and zipper of his jeans and frees his cock from his boxers.

“This what you want?”

Swiss opens his mouth and allows his tongue to loll out in reply. He visibly relaxes as the head of Mountain’s cock settles on his tongue. The heady salt musk of him brings tears of relief to his eyes. Swiss immediately begins bobbing his head, trying to take as much of Mountain’s length he can. He grunts in confusion as Mountain gets a grip in his hair and pulls him back.

“Slow down love. It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything, remember?” With his free hand he catches a tear as it streaks down the multi ghoul’s face. “Just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. Let that noisy brain of yours take a break. Is that okay?”

Mountain waits until Swiss nods and croaks out, “Yes please. I’m green.” before he loosens his grip and allows Swiss to slump forward.

“There you go. Just relax.”

He feeds his cock to Swiss who takes it gratefully but less hungrily; taking only as much as has the tip resting at the back of his tongue. A nice mouthful but not so much that he risks gagging. When Swiss relaxes his jaw and closes his eyes in bliss, Mountain coos more praise.

Mountain snakes his tail around Swiss’ back to his bound wrists. He hums, pleased, when Swiss curls his fingers around the spade.

“If you need to signal, tug on my tail okay?”

Swiss gives the spade a gentle squeeze in acknowledgement.

That settled, Mountain allows himself to sit back. He grabs the book he’d tossed on the table next to him. He finds his stopping place and then flips back a chapter to a part he’s already read. The book is just for show, more to let Swiss relax and feel like he doesn’t have to perform, even as Mountain keeps an eye on him in case he needs to signal. Mountain rests his free hand in Swiss’ locs, idly scratching and Swiss leans into the motion.

Mountain rereads the same page a couple more times before setting the book aside and having Swiss check in. The ghoul below him is clearly down deep. His eyes are lidded and he rests his cheek against Mountain’s inner thigh. Drool coats his parted lips to drip down his chin, but Mountain won’t chastise him for it. Can’t with how good Swiss is being. One would think the multi ghoul was asleep if it weren't for the way his tail thumps, a slow but deliberate plap against the floor in time with his heartbeat.

“How are you doing sweetheart?”

Swiss only stirs slightly, huffing out his nose a little and attempting to swallow back some of the saliva that threatens to escape.

“Can you look at me?”

Swiss pries his eyes open with obvious effort. When he looks up at Mountain, his eyes are glassy.

“No thoughts left in that head huh. All quiet up there.” It’s not a question. Swiss couldn’t deny it if he wanted to.

Instead, Swiss hums and flicks his tongue across the vein running along the underside of Mountain’s dick. When Mountain shudders, Swiss does it again, and then sucks on the head a little. Then he flicks his eyes back up to Mountain’s; asking for permission. This time, Mountain doesn’t deny Swiss his oral fixation.

“Go ahead, love.” He grants, and Swiss hums happily.

He sets to work coaxing Mountain close with his mouth. It’s Mountain’s turn to sigh in relief as that skilled tongue does sinful things. Swiss begins bobbing his head rhythmically and it’s all Mountain can do not to thrust into the multi ghoul’s willing mouth.

Still he manages to hold back, letting Swiss get his fill right until he feels his end approaching. Gently, he pulls Swiss off, trying to ignore the uncomfortable rush of cold dry air after so long of that damp warmth.

Mountain tips Swiss’ chin up with a finger to catch him in a claiming kiss, tasting himself on the multi ghoul. When Mountain pulls back, Swiss tries to chase his lips, earning a chuff from the earth ghoul.

“Aren’t you needy tonight.” He teases gently.

“Want you.” Swiss pouts.

“You have me.”

“Nooo.” Swiff huffs. “Want you to fuck me.” Some of the clarity has returned to his eyes and well that won’t do.

“Hmm, and who am I to deny you?” Mountain purrs.

Leaving his wrists tied, Mountain scoops Swiss up and stands, carrying him to the bed. He sets the multi ghoul down on his knees, mirroring his position from the floor, then helps Swiss lean forward onto his chest so his ass is presented to the air.

As a last touch, Mountain retrieves the pillow from the floor and slides it under Swiss’ sternum to help prop him up and make sure he can breathe comfortably even in the awkward position. He knows Swiss doesn’t mind that the pillowcase is dripping with his own pre from when he’d been kneeling on it earlier, if the way he purposely rubs his cheek into it is any indicator.

“This okay?”

“Yeah. Please Mount. Give me it already.” Swiss wiggles his ass and whimpers.

“Patience dear. Don’t want to hurt you. Soon though.” Mountain promises.

He grabs Swiss tail and coaxes him to wrap it around his arm. Then he cups the head of Swiss’ cock, hanging stiff and heavy between his legs. As Swiss squirms at the touch, Mountain gathers enough pre to ease the slide of his fingers. Then with a warning circle of his index over Swiss’ fluttering hole, he sinks two fingers in deep.

Swiss whines at the stretch before settling into a throaty purr as Mountain crooks his fingers just right. He fucks them in and out slowly, working Swiss open until he can fit three fingers up to the third knuckle; petting at Swiss’ prostate all the while.

By this point even Mountain feels himself getting impatient as his own need starts to eat at him. When he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with the head of his cock, Swiss groans in anticipation.

“Ready?”

“Mountyyyy” Swiss whines.

“You’ve got me sweetheart.”

Mountain begins to slowly push in and the both moan wantonly.

“Ohhh.” Mountain grunts. “So tight. Hmm, so pretty like this too. All fucked out and we’ve barely started.”

Swiss is long gone by the time Mountain’s halfway in, back to drooling and making little incoherent noises. When Mountain fully bottoms out, Swiss’ eyes roll back and he goes limps except for the way his tail tightens where it’s circled around Mountain’s forearm. Mountain pauses to let Swiss adjust.

“Feeling good?”

Swiss can only wheeze as Mountain pulls out until just the head of his cock rests inside before sinking back in one fluid movement.

The multi ghoul practically melts as Mountain fucks into him; slow and gentle all the while deep and brain melting. Mountain’s cock manages to hit all the right spots, making Swiss see stars with every push and pull of the earth ghoul’s hips. If his blissed out expression is any indicator, all the nasty thoughts that had been plaguing his brain have been pushed out in favor of pleasure. It’s not too long before Swiss begins rutting his hips back into Mountain’s thrusts; chasing an orgasm he’s on the barest edge of.

“Fuck! I’m close! Mountain!” Swiss sobs, brought to tears by how good it all feels.

Mountain gets a hand around Swiss’ neglected cock and begins to stroke. Swiss keens.

“Then come for me, sweetheart.”

Mountain angles his hips just right before shoving in deep; simultaneously rubbing his thumb over the sensitive underside of the head of Swiss’ dick. The multi ghoul howls as he comes, spilling over the sheets as Mountain grinds his hips against Swiss’ to work him through it. Once he starts shuddering in overstimulation, Mountain stills his thrusts and drops his hand.

“How are you feeling Shadow? Done?”

Swiss cranes his head back best he can to fix Mountain with his best puppy dog eyes.

“Keep going. Please? Want your knot.”

“Want me that bad, yeah? Want to be filled up so well you can’t think?”

A moan is Swiss’ reply.

Mountain grins and resumes his rutting. He lays himself over Swiss’ back to murmur praise and filth in equal measure right into the multi ghoul’s ear. Swiss squirms and whines beneath him as he feels the earth ghoul’s knot inflate and begin pushing at his rim.

“Almost there love. Taking it so well. Ready for me?”

Swiss chokes out a string of “Yes!”s and “Please!”s, breathing heavily and holding the sheets in a white knuckled grip.

Every thrust gets Mountain’s knot a little closer, stretches Swiss’ rim a little more. Finally, Mountain’s knot slides in with a pop. They both groan, Mountain in relief as he paints Swiss’ insides with his spend, and Swiss with the sudden heat and pleasant fullness.

Sated, they both slump down to the bed, Mountain carefully rolling them over to their sides. Mountain frees Swiss’ wrists before wrapping his arms around the multi ghoul and spooning him. He plants kisses all over Swiss’ neck and shoulders as the multi ghoul comes back to earth.

“Back with me, dear?”

Swiss chirps in reply looking back at Mountain and giving him a contented slow blink before beginning a rumbly purr.

“There’s my sweet boy. Feeling better? Head all quiet now?”

Swiss hums happily. “Yeah. Thank you Mounty. Needed that.” He murmurs sleepily.

“Of course love. Anything for my little shadow. As soon as my knot goes down lets get showered off and comfy in bed. Sound good?”

Swiss’ purr deepens in reply.

“Would you like to talk about it in the morning? I promise it’ll help to get some of that stress off your chest. You know I won’t judge.”

Swiss makes a half hearted whimper before flicking his eyes to Mountain’s.

“Okay. I know I need to be better about opening up.” He admits.

“We’ll take it slow love. I know it’s scary but I’m here for you.”

Swiss buries his face in the blankets and Mountain definitely doesn’t notice how he sniffles a little.

“Thank you. Love you.” Swiss murmurs.

“Love you too Shadow.” Mountain holds Swiss close and nuzzles at his nape.

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atlas-hope · 1 year ago

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AZIRAPHALE'S PLAYLIST (4)

Since I’m joyfully suffering from an immense amount of Good Omens brainrot, I’ve been collecting all of my Thoughts™ regarding the list of songs that Prime gave us before Season 2 came out. Now that these songs (and the events of S2) have been churning around in my brain for a few weeks, I feel like I’m able to put my thoughts into words. This will be a series of posts!

Fly Me to the Moon

At first glance, this looks like just yet another romantic vintage song on the angel’s playlist. But, once I started thinking about the words of the title, I nearly had a heart attack. Just think about it—how romantic is it for the angel to be thinking about the Starmaker Crowley while listening to a song called Fly Me to the Moon? It’s an incredible song choice (and incredibly painful, given the ending of S2).

Fly me to the moon! Let me play among the stars. And let me see what spring is like, On… a-Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand! In other words, baby, kiss me.

I cannot get over the celestial imagery here. Surely I don’t need to elaborate? The ineffable duo, meeting each other up in the stars?

Fill my heart with song, And let me sing forevermore! You are all I long for, All I worship and adore. In other words, please be true… In other words, I love you.

I don’t think this song requires a whole lot of analysis. It’s all pretty self-explanatory. The only thing I want to point out are the lines saying “You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.” That’s a pretty dangerous statement for an angel of the Lord to make! In order to be in God’s favor, it is well-known that you must treasure Her (or Him) above all else. Anything else is a “false idol,” and having false idols is a great sin. In fact, it’s a sin that might cause an angel to Fall.

:) That’s all, for this one! Just some food for thought.

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leejafythe · 1 year ago

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Dancer and the Lightwardens: Chapter 5

Holminster Switch and the Man with too Many Scars - Originally posted here (NSFW)

The morning was peaceful and quiet as Leeja woke up, panting hard from her nightmare. Well, her grumbling stomach woke her, more like. She had crashed so quickly that she never managed to get a chance to eat much and it backfired. In her mind, she could hear Thancred telling her off for putting her eating habits last and that it “isn’t a good idea to go into a fight half fuelled.” He was right, of course. She never let him know that either but it did draw a smile on her face. “Gods, I hope he’s okay…” “Oh, he might be.” “BY THE FUCKING TWELVE!” Leeja yelped, falling off the bed. “Ardbert!” “What!? Oh, right, sorry.” Leeja took a deep breath and sighed, looking at him. “I know you can’t knock on doors, but please, announce yourself when you come in. You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She sat on the bed and took a slow, deep breath, settling her heart rate. “I’m sorry, I thought you saw me. Are you okay?” He looked at her, worrying a little. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… Jeez…” She shook her head and stood. “The Exarch and those twins are waiting for you, it seems.” Leeja’s eyes widened and she stood up. “Out, out, out! I need to change!” She swatted at him and he laughed before vanishing.

When she had changed, she laced her boots and bolted out the door, unclipping her chakrams from her belt and en avented to close the gap between her and the tower faster. She sprinted up the stairs and the guard let her in, not worrying about guiding her. “I’m here!” She panted, sliding to a halt on the crystal floor. “Sorry! Here now!” “Well, good morning to you too. Oversleep?” Alisaie teased her lightly. “Kind of, I had a nightmare and a bad night’s sleep. What did I miss?” Leeja yawned and stretched, ignoring the growl of her stomach. “Have you not eaten?” Alphinaud raised an eyebrow as she shook her head. “I’m fine. So, continue, Exarch. Please?” “Of course. Have you gained a better understanding of the crisis now faced by the First?” Leeja nodded. “"Better" is not the word I would use. Some lands may have been spared the Flood, but the survivors live only to suffer. There seems no end to the horrors inflicted by the sin eaters.” Alisaie spat the words out angrily as Leeja rested her hand on her back gently. “She’s right. Given how many there are though? Its a daunting task.” Leeja replied. “Those abominations are a calamity in their own right. And I can well imagine how hopeless the task of eradicating them must seem to you. But after countless battles and untold sacrifice, we have identified a potential weakness.” The three of them looked at the Exarch. “You have?” Alphinaud raised an eyebrow. “Sin eaters are drawn to serve the strongest of their kind ─ a class of creature we call "Lightwardens." And from what we have been able to ascertain, only a handful of these entities exist. Just as an ant colony will perish in the absence of its queen, we believe that the death of a Lightwarden will cause the lesser creatures within its sphere of influence to disperse.” “But, from what we understand, their aether just disperses back to the ambient aether and starts the cycle all over again.” The Exarch nodded and went into a long explanation about how it all worked, giving them a deeper insight. “Thus, if we are to restore balance to the First and head off a potential calamity, it is imperative that we put each and every Lightwarden to the sword.” “And you’re sure it will work?” Leeja chewed her lip for a moment. As she got lost in thought, Lyna burst through the doors suddenly. “Forgive the interruption, my lord, but Holminster Switch is requesting reinforcements! They say the sin eaters are attacking in force, and the village could soon be overrun.” They all looked at each other, eyes wide before looking at the Exarch. Alphinaud and Alisaie ran from the Crystarium quickly, leaving Leeja, Lyna and the Exarch alone. “Alert the guard. We should be prepared in case the fighting reaches the Crystarium. You have command of our forces in the field, Captain, but hold off on entering the town until I arrive. That goes for Alphinaud and Alisaie as well.” Lyna nodded and ran out quickly. “Holminster Switch is in the north of Lakeland, so we had best make haste with our preparations. In fact, meet me outside the Crystarium at the crossroads northwest of the Accensor Gate, and I shall lead you there myself.” “Let me grab my armour and I’ll meet you there?” The Exarch nodded and Leeja left quickly.

As she ran down the stairs, she made her way to the aethershard and teleported herself to the Pendants and dashed past the Manager quickly, yelling a “sorry!” behind her. She changed, tightened her laces and grabbed her potion bag before leaving once more to go and find the Exarch. She was out of breath already, but people needed help and she was the one to be able to do so. She left the Pendants once more and ran toward the exit of the Crystarium to find the Exarch. Thankfully he hadn’t gone too far and she caught up quickly as he showed her to the gate of Holminster Switch.

A brief rundown took place before Leeja, the twins and the Exarch, wielding a sword a shield that reminded her of a paladin’s weaponry, ran inside quickly. Lyne followed and it was chaos. The sin eaters were turning the creatures of the forest into sin eaters and it sickened Leeja. It seemed to never end, no matter how many they cut down, more rose up. It was exhausting. They arrived at a clearing, where the larger sin eater Leeja and Alisaie encountered in Amh Araeng floated in front of them. “Oh gods…” “It’s alright, Alisaie. This sonofabitch dies today.” Leeja channelled her aether, turning Alisaie into her dance partner. She focused on her steps, boosting the strength between them via Standard Step before boosting the rest of the party with her Technical Step. “Now, shall we dance?” Alisaie grinned at Leeja and began to cast her spells as the Exarch pulled it toward him, making sure he had it’s full attention. Alphinaud focused on the healing of the party, throwing shields onto the Exarch as Leeja continued to throw and catch her chakrams on the aetherial tethers that linked them to her hands. When she was able, she re-cast her dances, keeping up the damage and helped with shields and healing both herself and Alisaie. Their combined effort meant that the sin eater fell and quickly, with relatively minimal damage. Leeja said a quiet prayer for whatever or whoever it was before turning and they continued on their way.

They rapidly made their way toward the small town, fighting off wave after wave of sin eaters. The next clearing they came to, Alisaie froze. Leeja stopped and looked at her, then looked at the sin eater waiting for them. “Oh, gods.” “Leeja… I can’t… You have to do this one.” She backed up as Alphinaud, Lyna and the Exarch looked at her. “Alisaie? Is aught a miss?” Alphinaud frowned. “She won’t fight this eater. I don’t blame her. Remember I mentioned about Tesleen?” The party looked at the waiting eater. “This is she?” “Aye. I’m sorry but I will not let Alisaie do something she can’t. Lyna, if I take the Exarch for my partner, you can take Alphinaud?” Lyna nodded and they quickly rebalanced their strategy. Leeja was silent as they fought, doing her best not to look at the eater as she listened to it die once more. “Alisaie?” “I’ll be fine. I just… Let’s go.” The red mage walked on quickly.

More waves of sin eaters threw themselves at the small party and the closer to the centre they got, the more normal, unturned bodies began to appear. “Gods, this is getting worse. I pray to the twelve that defeating the Light Warden will work” Leeja murmured to herself. Sitting in the middle of the small town was a large, white light warden. It’s body rooted to the ground with large hands as its slender body sits atop of it, no face but its maw was full of sharp teeth and chains tied to its arms and legs. “Be careful, I can feel the aether coming from it” Leeja frowned. With a brief countdown, they rushed in to deal with Philia. They worked in perfect harmony until there was no life left in it and it’s body just slumped over.

My lord, we should flee. It’s releasing it’s aether!” Lyna warned. As the twins and the Exarch backed up, Leeja stood still, entranced by the light. “That will not be necessary, Captain. Though I appreciate your concern. The eternal Light of these creatures has confounded us for nigh on a hundred years. For each we have put down, another has risen up in its place, born of the self-same aether relinquished by its predecessor.” They watched, unsure of what to do. “But now we have a way to contain that corruption. The blessing of Light! And the hero who wields it now stands before you!” Leeja held out her hands and closed her eyes as the warm aether washed over her. As the excess power built up, she aimed her hand to the sky, splitting the canopy of light in half and watching as it split and vanished, bringing back the night sky. “Behold! The monster's power is broken! And the world twisted by its touch returns to its rightful form!” Leeja panted softly for a moment before recovering. The night sky returned to Lakeland and the denizens of the Crystarium were no doubt overjoyed. A hundred years of Light was finally over. “Is that what I think it is?” Lyna stared in disbelief. “The night sky. As it should be” Alphinaud smiled. Alisaie kept an eye on Leeja. “Who are you people? You killed a Warden, then bathed in its aether as if it were a spring shower, and now the sky...? The legends are true!” Lyna looked at the Exarch who was on his knees. “Don’t start worshiping me, I might get annoyed at you.” Leeja warned them. “How many years have I waited for this moment… For the one possessed of Her blessing. For you.” He almost begged for her to continue to help the First. “I will be the warrior you need” Leeja answered. He smiled and rose to his feet.

They made their way back to the Crystarium slowly, taking their time and arriving at different points. Leeja was exhausted as she teleported to the Pendants to eat, shower and sleep. She closed her door and locked it out of habit. She noticed a basket of sandwiches waiting for her with a note from the Exarch, making her smile softly. She removed her chakrams from her belt, slipped off her boots and sat at the table as she began to eat the sandwiches, feeling better already. “So it's your lot's turn to be the Warriors of Darkness, is it? It's funny how things work out.” Ardbert smiled a little as he watched Leeja. “You were watching, then, were you?” She spoke between mouthfuls of sandwiches. “Well, I did warn you. I followed you to Eulmore and then on to Amh Areang, and I was there when you slew the Lightwarden.” He crossed his arms. “We’re going to take this broken world back, we’re going to stop the Light Wardens and we’re going to save both the First and the Source. You see if we don’t.” “Oh, I’m looking forward to watching you.” He shrugged and smiled a little. “Those white hair twins with you. I remember them from our battle on the Source. They’re your friends, are they? Through thick and thin?” “They are. Alphinaud has been a close friend for a long time now, as has Alisaie. I’d be lost without them, I think.” She polished off the sandwiches and stretched. “I see. Then I suggest you keep them close. It's when you charge ahead trying to save someone else that you lose those you love. Not that you need telling, I'll bet you've lost plenty. But I wonder...what will it cost you this time?” He closed his eyes. “I’ll give my very life if it means saving both worlds.” They finished their conversation and Leeja stood, went and showered and crawled into bed, her exhausted body falling into quick slumber.

When morning came, the sun’s rays came through the closed windows, waking the sleeping miqo’te slowly and naturally, the way she enjoyed waking up. She stretched, climbed out of bed and did her morning stretches, warming her body up for the day. She went and washed her face, got dressed and noticed a note on the floor, catching her eye. She picked it up and read it, murmuring to herself. She attuned herself to her gunbreaker soul stone, checked her gunblade and left the room. There were several hunters wanting to meet her, yet one person caught her attention when she turned up. A hume with dark blue and white hair, a scar across his face and wielding a large claymore that reminded her of her dark knight weapons.

She spoke to Cyella who pointed her in the direction of the man. “You wanted to meet me?” “Can't say I've chatted with you before. Think I'd remember if I had. Seen your fair share of fighting, have you?” He spied the gunblade on her back and noticed the scars that sat faintly on her skin. “If I told you some of the things I’ve fought, it would surprise you.” She smiled, making him chuckle. “And you? Got experience with that claymore on your back?” “And wary besides, heh. Rest assured I've no secret designs. Name's Granson. Bounty hunter by trade, mostly sin eaters. When I first laid eyes on you, I had a feeling you were a tough bastard. The sort that must get mistaken for that “Warrior of Darkness” folks've been talking about recently. That right?�� Leeja stared at him in surprise. “Easy, killer. I couldn't care less who you are or what you've done. The only thing I'm looking for these days is a like-minded partner. Someone willing to join me in the hunt for the biggest prize this side of Norvrandt.” He went into full information of what he wanted and needed of her. A challenge? Bring it on she thought to herself as he explained the Cardinal Virtues in detail, motioning the other bounty hunters that were occupying other tables. “Former Warriors of Light–” “Sorry, they’re what?” Leeja stared at him in horror. She was used to Ascians stealing bodies, but sin eaters? “Former Warriors of Light. Those responsible for the flood.” She spotted Ardbert out the corner of her eye, and he looked just as horrified. “Anyway, like his comrades, Branden died in the process, only to return relatively recently as a sin eater. The better to torment we few who survived their mercy. Needless to say, I aim to put an end to all that. You've heard the pitch, so what's the answer? You interested in hunting Dikaiosyne with me?” “Aye, without a shadow of a doubt. I somewhat know the stories of the Warriors of Light. But I never expected to hear that they had become sin eaters of all things.” She crossed her arms as her coat bunched under them. “Not a whit of hesitation. I like you, sinner. Nevertheless, I'll need you to humor me and prove you're the dab hand I think you are. For my sake as well as yours.” Leeja smirked a little. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’m all yours.” “I've heard reports of stray eaters drifting close to the Crystarium. Come with me and put my mind at ease.” With a nod, the pair left the Crystarium, talking and learning more about each other’s strengths and weaknesses in battle while Leeja was very careful about her choice of words.

They found a stray sin eater for her to show off her skills and Granson smirked. Oh, she was absolutely the woman for the job. Quick on her feet, talented with a weapon and easy on the eyes, as well. When the sin eater died, she returned to him, barely breaking a sweat. “I’m impressed, killer. Good, clean work. This is clearly not your first time. Let's do this once more just to confirm it wasn't a fluke, though. Besides the world could do with less sin eaters.” Leeja chuckled and followed him as the strolled down the road. “Where did you learn to fight?” Leeja hummed softly for a moment. “I share a homeland with the Exarch, so I learned there. I’m skilled in a few different types of fighting. I can fight up close with daggers, from a distance with my chakrams, I can heal with magicks, I can fight with demi-deiforms. I’ve spent a long time honing my skills to be as useful in battle as I can.” She tucked her gloved hands into the pockets. “I prefer to fight with my gunblade, my chakrams and my daggers, though. I’m good at infiltration, I have had very good teachers to learn those skills.” “I’m impressed. I hope to see you in full form one day.” Leeja’s ears flicked with delight as her tail wagged behind her. “I look forward to showing you one day."

Granson pointed out the sin eater they were looking for, watching as Leeja used her Rough Divide and launched a whole new flurry of attacks on the sin eater. Granson was thoroughly impressed. Leeja hardly broke a sweat. “Yeah, that'll do. You're exactly the sort of woman I've been looking for, and thank the gods for that. My apologies for subjecting you to such a silly test, but I'd rather not have an amateur's death on my conscience. Let's head back to the Wandering Stairs and make this official, shall we?” “After you, good sir” Leeja grinned in response. She enjoyed his company. He was easy to get along with and easily accepted her responses about her training. The sun had begun to set when they finally made it back to the Crystarium.

"The night sky. Gods, I’ll never forget the sight of the light vanishing and the darkness covering Lakeland once more. That’s the Warrior of Darkness at work, I’ll bet. Need to buy him a drink or two when we eventually meet.” “Aye, I’ve heard the stories and the poems about him, or her, for that matter.” The stood and just stared up at the sky. “Seeing that darkness has been a dream of mine, I never thought I’d live to see it” he closed his eyes and smiled for a moment as Leeja noticed the twins, giving them a brief wave. “Anyway, shall we continue?” “Of course. “So Just to make sure you're still keen on our arrangement… Leeja, will you join with me and hunt the dread fiend Dikaiosyne and put an end to his accursed existence?” He asked, she nodded as she punched her fist into her hand. “Excellent! Then it is settled. Now, every hunt begins with an investigation, and ours is no exception. Dikaiosyne can be a rather difficult eater to pin down. But before we commence ours, we would do well to attend to our respective preparations. Let me know when you are ready to proceed.” “That’s fine. If you need my help, just send word and I’ll do what I can” Leeja offered. It surprised him, but he was grateful for the assistance. “Now, I can see those two over there staring at you so I believe they want your attention. I’ll contact you when I’ve found out something conclusive. Take care, sinner.” “Goodnight, Granson.” She laughed softly as her face began to burn red and she made her way to the twins. “Making friends already, are we?” Alisaie grinned. "I see your blushing." “He’s nice and it's strictly business. And he needs my help so I’m not going to turn him down.” She went into the detail about the Cardinal Virtues.

“The former Warriors of Light? Gods…” Alphinaud went quiet as they made their way toward the Second Serving for dinner. Leeja re-attuned to her dancer stone, her gear swapping to something lighter to wear. “It seems that, like the Ascians, they’ve found a way to bring them back from the dead to be used as puppets and it’s… It’s sickening. I couldn’t even imagine how they would feel if they knew the truth.” She sensed Ardbert behind her. He was quiet, but she could sense his despair and heartbreak. “They deserve to be put to rest. All they wanted to do was save their world and in response, they lost everything.” She sighed and sat down. “You’re taking it personally?” Alisaie raised an eyebrow as Leeja nodded. “I am. I don’t know why, but despite everything that happened that day, my heart breaks for them. It’s an extremely overwhelming feeling.” Leeja couldn’t understand why she could feel Ardbert’s emotions so strongly, but she took it as her own pain and would use it to channel her power. Ardbert left, yet knowing she could feel his emotion was enough to know he wasn’t going mad.

Leeja and the twins finished their meal and headed back to the Pendants. Alphinaud had gone on ahead as Alisaie spoke quietly. “I saw the grin on your face with the hume.” “Like I said, spending time with Granson is purely business. And remember, I’m with Thancred. Then again…” They stopped walking. “Then again?” “It’s been five years for him… Maybe he’s moved onto someone else” Leeja spoke softly, scratching the back of her neck. “If he has then I’ll make him realise what an idiot he’s been.” Alisaie smiled softly. “I bet he hasn’t. He’s been acting as a guardian for someone, anyway.” “But what if he doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore? It’s been some few moons on the Source. If he’s over it, then I suppose telling Riol is the best course of action, I guess.” Leeja sighed and shook her head. “I think I’m just tired. I should probably get some sleep, I guess.” “You’re overthinking it. Maybe you should take the evening for yourself? Oh, did you bring your diary?” The elezen teen asked. “No, but I do have a new journal I picked up yesterday so I’ll start writing in that, it might help me collect my thoughts and get tired enough to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, Alisaie. Goodnight” Leeja smiled softly as she entered her apartment, closed the door and sighed. She changed into her casual wear as she sat at the desk and began to write. She wrote 4 pages before she finally felt tired enough to sleep. She kicked off her slippers and climbed into bed. She rubbed her hand down her face and stared up at the ceiling in the darkness before closing her eyes. She began to fall asleep quickly. And while it would be a peaceful night, her dreams, on the other hand, had a different take.

That Night...

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“Keep your eyes closed, darling. You’re not to open them until I tell you to” a very familiar voice with a very familiar growl spoke low in her ear. “Th-Thancred…” Leeja swallowed hard, letting a whimper escape. She heard a very faint click and felt, more than heard, the vibration between her legs. She went to cry out but Thancred made the rules of their game very clear. If she held out, he’d give her what she wanted. She panted softly, shifting slightly to relieve the pressure on her painful ankle and she felt the soft leather straps around her legs, holding the buzzing toy in place. She felt him kneel behind her as his finger tips traced down her sides. She panted and twitched as she tried not to giggle from being so very ticklish. “Good girl, I’m proud of how well-behaved you’re being right now” he murmured softly, pressing gently kisses along her neck and her shoulder. He bit down hard, testing her and she could feel the smirk against her skin as his hand stroked across her front, down between her breasts and going down. Further and further and further until his fingertips hovered over her core as he increased the speed, listening to her sudden panting as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Tell me what you want, darling.” He growled low, dangerously low. He knew it, and he knew exactly what he could get away with and how far he could take it, and he knew that the lower he dropped his voice and the gruffer it became, the quicker she grew to desperately needing her release. “N-Need t-to… Please, Thancred…” She panted hard as her nails dug hard into her palms. “Need… Release…” He chuckled low as he leaned in close to her ear as his fingertip settled ever so lightly on her clit. “Then you can come.” He growled as he rubbed her clit in circles, helping speed her to a mind shattering orgasm that left her unable to hold her weight up as she fell back into him. He turned the vibrator off and pulled it away carefully. “Good girl. Are you okay?” She just hummed softly in response. He untied her hands from her thighs and she curled up against him. “‘S your turn. Lay back.” ______________________________________________________________

Leeja woke early the next morning, feeling hot and sweaty. Then she felt the stickiness between her legs and on her hand. “Gods dammit, Thancred…” She sighed and stumbled out of bed and directly toward the shower.

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #Shadowbringers #Holminster Switch #The Crystal Exarch #Leeja Fythe #Alphinaud Leveilleur #Alisaie Leveilleur #Lyna #Granson #Canon #My Writing #Fan Fic

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WUNDERBAR. Can we pls get some innuendo heavy flirting between Boba and a GN reader teaching him to ride his new Rancor 👀🙏

Pairing: Boba Fett (post-empire) x GN!Reader Word Count: This...got away from me. It's like 2.5k. Warnings: Some fluff, some flirting. SFW tho Summary: Boba wants one of his most trusted employees to learn to ride the Rancor. A/N: Go easy on me for this first Boba fic lol. Hope I did this ask justice :( --

Working for Boba Fett wasn't so bad.

Jobs on Tattooine had been in a dry spell for decades- suffering from the effects of the spice trade and the cruel intentions of the local warlords.

The new daimyo was different than the ones who had come before him. He insisted that he intended to rule with respect, to prove his honor to the people of Mos Espa.

So far, that plan had not panned out. You had seen him attacked by assassins, beaten senseless by a wookie bounty hunter, and treated as a child by nearly every local.

That is, until the arrival of the Rancor.

The beast was impressive, even at its young age, delivered to Fett as a tribute by the Hutt twins. Its keeper was a haggard but kind man whose name you never came to know- he spoke of the beast as if it were a child, and treated it just the same.

Its arrival signaled a change in the tides for Lord Fett and his court- its enclosure was beneath the table where he held meetings with other rulers and rivals. At his signal, the beast would thrash at the metal bars in the floor, striking fear into their hearts until they agreed to the terms laid before them.

You were glad it was on your side.

Lord Fett had hired you to assist with diplomatic relations in the more remote regions of Tattooine- Mos Pelgo and the surrounding encampments. Occasionally you did business with the Tuskens or the Jawas when a protocol droid was available.

You found the Daimyo fascinating; the name Boba Fett had been but a whisper on the sands of Tattooine for many years, and when he returned, he was met with great skepticism from the locals. He was scarred almost beyond recognition, no doubt from the gnashing teeth and acid of the Sarlaac pit he had been entombed in.

His armor, however, was unmistakable.

You had seen it in the old holos- the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy, son of Jango Fett who had once held the same title. His face had been a mystery to many under the helmet, as he had so seldom removed it. Fett had abandoned that tradition, and you couldn't say you minded.

He was handsome, his rugged features only enhanced by the scars that covered him. You found yourself holding your breath when he approached you, tensing when he brushed against your shoulder or laid a hand on your arm while speaking.

Fett seemed to place a lot of trust in you, a fact that his right hand, Fennec, did not let go unnoticed. She was wary of you, always keeping her dark eyes trained on you as you milled about the palace. On more than one occasion, she voiced her concerns to Fett, who waved her away dismissively.

He often asked you for your opinion on local matters and public approval- you supposed that being a local yourself gave you an advantage in that category.

Once, when you were alone with him in the armory, you had mused that if you were an assassin, you'd have ample time to take him out.

"You know, you spend an awful lot of time alone with me," you had said with a wry smile, "if I was a hired hitman, I'd have plenty of opportunities to kill you."

"I know you're not," he had responded simply, too preoccupied with a holomap of Tattooine to meet your eyes.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I trust you."

You supposed you trusted Boba Fett as well. He had taken good care of you, giving you a steady job with good pay and access to travel the planet like you had never done before.

Life was good.

"It's not that I don't trust-" Fennec sounded exasperated, you could hear the edge in her voice.

"Fennec, I've heard enough. Do not question my trust," Boba interrupted her curtly.

"I'm afraid your feelings are going to get you killed."

There was a long pause and you held your breath as you listened against the door of Boba's bedroom.

Feelings?

Eavesdropping wasn't a smart move, you knew that, but he had summoned you here to speak to you. You had been able to hear their argument before you even crested the top of the stone steps.

You heard the rapid approach of booted footsteps and jumped backward, away from the door and busied yourself with the hem of the shirt that was draped over your frame.

The door swung open to reveal Fennec, her brows knitted and mouth drawn into a frustrated scowl.

"He's ready for you."

You cleared your throat and waited until she brushed past you to enter the room; Boba was standing by one of the large windows, staring down at the glowing lights of Mos Espa. He was in his armor, save for the helmet, which was perched on top of the mannequin that stored it.

"Lord Fett?" you wrung your hands nervously, "You wanted to see me?"

"How many times must I say it?" he turned on his heel with a sigh, "Call me Boba."

"Sorry- Boba," you trailed off as your eyes met his, "What did you need?"

Fett strode across the room and ran his gloved hand along the glass of the bacta tank that still occupied the space. He no longer needed it, but he hadn't yet had it shipped away; as he stared at it, he almost looked sentimental.

"I want you to join me in the Rancor pit tomorrow morning."

Your eyes widened and you swallowed, audibly, "Have I- have I done something wrong?"

Boba glanced up at you and his face broke into a wide grin, "You think I'm going to feed you to the beast?"

Your face heated and you stared pointedly at the floor, embarrassed, "I don't- maybe."

He laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart hammer in your chest, "I'm not feeding you to the Rancor. I want to teach you something."

"Teach me?" you cocked an eyebrow, confused, "What-"

Boba waved a dismissive hand and interrupted you, "You'll see. Just be there tomorrow morning. And bring some Jakrab meat from the market."

The Rancor pit was dark, littered with rocks and the remains of the beast's previous meals. Boba was standing near the large metal gate, arms folded, when you entered.

The Rancor's trainer was nearby, polishing a large piece of leather with a bristled brush and oil from a tin. He looked up and nodded at you, his weathered face pulled into a small smile.

"Where's the Rancor?" you tossed the satchel full of meat and Boba caught it.

"Sleeping," he replied simply.

"What...what's that?" you gestured at the leather pieces at the trainer's feet.

"A harness."

"A harness?" you replied incredulously, "Do you plan to ride that thing?"

"I do," Boba smiled, "And you're going to do it with me."

The Daimyo had clearly lost his mind.

"Oh no, no. I'm not cut out for riding Rancors," you took a step back and brandished your hands.

"You don't know that until you try!" the trainer piped up as he hauled the harness up from the floor and threw it over his shoulder, "I'll go harness him up. You two get ready."

"With all due respect Lor- Boba," you tried to hide the fear in your voice, "I don't think I'm the best pick for this."

"Nonsense. I won't let anything happen to you," Boba reached out and touched a knuckle to your chin, lifting it so that your eyes met his. Your heart took residence in your throat and you tried to stop yourself from shaking.

Thunderous footsteps shook the rock around you as the trainer led the Rancor to the central area of the pit. The beast was enormous, at least as tall as two men, its scaled head almost brushing the ceiling as it lumbered toward you.

"Boba are you sure about this?" you breathed as the Rancor snorted loudly and shook, rattling the leather harness on its form.

"Of course I am, come on," Boba lead the way as the trainer escorted the beast through the lair and to the tunnel that opened to the sands of Tattooine.

The sun was bright, beating down on you as you trotted alongside Boba, eyes darting back to the Rancor fearfully.

The trainer stopped and tied the beast's lead to a large stake that was driven into the sand near his feet.

"Come on," Boba pressed a hand into the small of your back and shoved you toward the Rancor, "Here." He thrust the satchel of Jakrab meat into your hands and pushed you until you were close enough that the beast could grab you if it so desired.

You trembled in front of the Rancor as it huffed and blinked its beady black eyes, watching you closely.

"W-what do I do?" you whispered.

"Toss it some meat!" the trainer cried enthusiastically.

You fumbled with the drawstring on the satchel and thrust your hand inside, digging until your hand landed on a piece of dried meat. You yanked it from the bag and held it out at arm's length.

The Rancor perked up, its black eyes widening as they focused on the morsel. It sniffed loudly and took a hesitant step forward; its breath was hot and putrid as it fanned over you.

"Palm flat!" Boba called from behind you and you obeyed, holding the meat in your flattened palm.

The beast inched closer and you squeezed your eyes shut in fear. You could almost picture it now- Boba rushing you to the bacta tank with a missing arm as the Rancor chewed your bones to dust.

"There he goes," the trainer whispered and you felt the beast's enormous claws brush against your hand, almost delicately.

You cracked one eye open and watched, in awe, as the Rancor plucked the meat from your palm and brought it to its mouth.

"Wow..." you opened your other eye and stared as the creature chewed the morsel and made a low rumble...a purr?

"He likes that!" Boba stepped forward and reached into the satchel, retrieving another piece of meat. The Rancor perked up once more and its thick, scaly tail began to wag slowly, "Come on, boy."

The Rancor thudded forward until it was just a few feet from the two of you; Boba grinned and tossed the Jakrab jerky into the air and the creature caught it in its large mouth with ease.

Up close, there was something almost cute about it- it flared its nostrils and made another rumble, its black eyes once again falling on you.

"Pet him," Boba murmured and you turned to him incredulously, "Look at him, he likes you."

You stepped forward hesitantly and the Rancor's tail thudded heavily in the sand, "Hey boy-" you smiled weakly and the thudding grew more rapid, "Can I pet you?"

You extended a hand and ran it over the creature's head- the texture was akin to a massif's skin, rough and scaly with bits of sand caked in the crevices. The Rancor leaned into your touch and made a whining noise; you traced your fingers over the contours of its face and chuckled when its leg began to kick in time with your motions.

"And you thought you wouldn't be cut out for it, hm?" Boba grinned and laid a hand on your shoulder, "Ready to ride?"

Before you could protest, Boba grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you with ease, "Grab the harness," you obeyed and grasped the leather for leverage, pulling yourself until you were seated atop the creature's humped back.

Boba followed suit, deftly climbing the creature's form until he was seated behind you. You held your breath when he splayed his legs on either side of yours and pressed his armored chest against your back.

"Grab the reins," his mouth was practically on your ear when he spoke. You leaned forward and grasped the leather strips on either side of the Rancor's head.

"Ever ridden a Bantha?"

"Yes," it had been years, but you had ridden one before.

"Same concept," he reached his arms around you and placed his gloved hands over the top of yours, "Pull right to go right and vice versa."

Boba spurred the Rancor gently with the heels of his boots and it began to lumber forward slowly. The movement was surprisingly fluid, even on the shifting sands beneath its feet.

The creature's gait made Boba jostle against you and you were acutely aware of the way his breath fell hot on your ear.

"You can breathe, you know."

Oh, you had been holding your breath. That was embarrassing.

"Sorry," you mumbled it, unsure of what to say as a response.

"I notice you tense up when I'm around," his voice was low, so close to your ear that it sent a ripple of goosebumps down your neck, "Why is that?"

Your face was so hot it was unbearable and you felt like sinking right into the sands of Tattooine to disappear forever. You chewed the inside of your cheek and considered your answer. You could tell him the truth- that you were both intimidated by and attracted to him. Or you could lie- but what karking lie would cover that up?

"I can tell you what I think," another wave of goosebumps when he spoke, "I think that when you watch me, hoping I don't notice, it's not because you're interested in what I'm doing."

Boba swapped the reins over to his left hand and moved his right hand to your upper thigh, gripping it lightly.

"And I also think," he tightened his grip and you felt as if you were going to pass out, "That you've got a much smarter mouth than what you give me- I've heard you talk to Cobb Vanth before."

Cobb Vanth- the marshal of Mos Pelgo. You could lob insults and fake flirtations at each other until the Banthas came home.

"So why," Boba continued, "Do I get the scared little womprat treatment?"

"I-" you stopped and swallowed, hard, "I didn't think it would be professional to speak to you like that."

Boba chuckled and moved his hand up higher on your thigh, "You think I care about that?"

"No?" you guessed and he laughed again.

"No. I don't. You might have heard Fennec chastising me for it."

You thought of the previous night, the way Fennec had spat the word "feelings" in the conversation you had heard through the door. You swallowed again.

In the distance, a jakrab paused on the ridge, framed by the twin suns of Tattooine. The Rancor let out an inquisitive grunt and shifted it's weight, interrupting the conversation.

"On by, boy-" Boba pulled the reins taut, but it was too late. The young Rancor let out an excited snort and crouched in the sand, "Hold on!"

Boba wrapped his arm around your midriff and pulled you close to him as the beast roared and bounded off through the sand toward the jakrab.

"Boba!" you shrieked as the Rancor hurtled through the sand. You felt as if you were going to be launched from the harness at any moment.

"I think-" Boba paused as the beast crested the hill and nearly unseated the both of you, "That we need to jump!"

He pulled you with him and held you tight to his armor as he rolled off of the Rancor's back and to the hot sand. The two of you hit the ground with a thud and Boba coughed when your weight landed on top of him.

"You alright?" you lifted your head from his armored chest and he grinned up at you.

"Never better," he shifted his weight underneath you and for one tantalizing moment, you thought of kissing him.

Just do it, you thought to yourself.

"Lord Fett!" the trainer's voice rang across the dunes as he sprinted toward the two of you, "Are you alright?"

"We're fine," Boba never took his eyes off of yours as he called back, "The Rancor is gone, though."

"He'll be back," the trainer panted, "he's imprinted on you."

Boba only grunted in response before finally tearing his gaze away from yours. Already, you could hear the thundering footsteps of the Rancor as it ran towards the two of you. You rolled off of Boba and stared up, squinting against the sun into the beast's face.

It was clutching a dead jakrab in its mouth, brandishing it proudly and wagging its tail.

"Good boy," you chuckled and patted the Rancor before turning back to Boba, "Let's do this again."

#boba fett x reader #tbobf spoilers #requests #gn reader #probably the most boring fic ever thanks

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amuseoffyre · 3 years ago

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I’m having a night off from writing tonight because my brain is squeeshed dry after a solid month of constant creating.

I’ve decided to chill by re-reading my speculative S2 fics and basking in all the different character POVs I’ve written :) Figured I could put together a little post of quotes because I’m so happy with how well they came out.

Stede Bonnet

“What’s the normal protocol for crossing paths with a boat you’re not attacking?” Olu laughed. “There’s probably a flag for that,” he said, “but I don’t think we have one. “Damn!” Stede glanced around, frowning. “Well, I suppose if there are only a few of them, we could at least be hospitable and have them on board.” He clasped his hands together and immediately regretted it, shaking them out. “Tea! I’ll make tea. And see if I can find where Abshir’s fellows put those lovely sugar biscuits.” “You don’t have to,” Olu said. “It’s not a rule.” “I know,” Stede admitted with a sigh, “but it’s just… I know what it’s like to be out at sea in the middle of nowhere. I know I would have liked it if a ship came up and provided me with tea and biscuits.” He shrugged helplessly. “I know it’s not very piratey.” “No, it’s not,” Olu agreed, making his heart sink a little, then buoyed it up again by adding, “but it is very you and I like that about you.” Stede couldn’t help the silly smile that spread over his face. “In that case, tea and biscuits for everybody!”

Blackbeard

“You proud of yourself?” Ed sagged in relief, head knocking back against the edge of the bed at the familiar mocking voice. “Fuck off,” he grumbled into the mouth of the bottle. “Oh very original,” the fucking ghost said. “Haven’t heard that before.” It was quiet for a minute. “First big raid since Stede, hm?” Bastard ghost had a knack of hitting the nail right on the head every time. “S’fine,” he lied. “S’all good. Did it. Burned it. All done.” “And here you are, sitting in your cabin, talking to a dead man.” Yeah. That was it, wasn’t it? Because out there, he’d just be getting pissed and watching the others hit things and break things and yell and tear apart the shit they stole from the ship like it was nothing. None of them gave a shit about the screaming. Never had. “So what if I am?” “Ever think that might mean you’re a bit mad?” Ed laughed harshly. “That ship has sailed.”

Izzy Hands

Izzy Hands was having a fucking shit week. It was riding hard on the arse of an absolute bastard of a month. Thank fuck they’d managed to make port, restock provisions and plenty of rum and drag Enrico down from the rigging before he jumped when he was hallucinating that he was a fucking seagull. They’d lost two crewmen in the middle of the mess, one going overboard and the other shitting himself to death. Even Blackbeard had been wrecked by it, but nowhere near as bad as the lads below. It had taken nearly a full fucking fortnight to get the ship back to operational levels and some of the lads still had the shakes, even with a drink in them. Fucking hell, it had taken half that to get them to stop giving lip every time he gave a fucking order, but a few solid blows and a threat to withdraw their booze again and everyone was back toeing the line where they should be just in time for a raid on a merchant ship. And of course, that was when the good Lord decided to once more shit upon his head.

Lucius Scripps

Not that he was staying for good or noble reasons or anything bloody stupid like that, but because everyone on the fucking ship was unhinged and if he stayed… well, he could just push it along in a different direction and watch the entire fucking place implode. God it would be delicious to watch it all break apart, especially for that bastard Iggy. He was the driving force behind it all. Lucius had listened to him yelling abuse at people. Had heard the blows. Had seen the mess Jim and Frenchie were in. He’d definitely been the push that turned the captain from Ed doing his talent shows to Blackbeard the face-painted psycho. No one else would’ve done it. No one else could’ve. Ed was still somewhere in there, even if he’d gone off the deep end. His secret cupboard of Stede stuff said that much. Plus the crying. Oh God, so much crying. So yes. Maybe it did make him a petty bitch, but for dear little Iggy, he would do it a thousand times over, just to watch him froth impotently with rage as everything he wanted fell apart in his hands. And to be there when he found exactly who was behind it.

Jim Jimenez

They shouldn’t have left him alone, not when he was in such a mess. They weren’t even close when the ship rolled and he stumbled, the crash making Hands whip around like a feral dog. Jim swore under their breath, levelling the blade. Wrong balance, but they threw it, hissing when it missed the fucker’s throat, catching him high in the shoulder and throwing him back. “Run!” they snarled at Frenchie, stalking towards Hands, twisting a length of cord around their fist. Hands laughed, ripping the knife out of his shoulder. “If it isn’t Stede’s little bitch out of its kennel.” Jim shifted their weight from one foot to the other. “Better his bitch that yours,” they growled, arching back from the slash of the knife, red with blood in the flickering lamplight. “Te voy a romper la cara a trompadas.”

Olu

Once they were both on the track down again, their ship coming into view, Captain paused. “If you and the others want to find shelter somewhere else, I won’t fault you, you know. This is something I need to do, but I can’t ask you all–” “Pfft.” Olu rolled his eyes. “You think you’re getting rid of us that easily?” “Oh.” Captain ducked his head, bashful. “Well. I… it’s very much appreciated.” Funny thing was that he was still the same bloke and yet at the same time, he was completely different. Like everything that made him their Captain was still there, but it was like someone had sparked a tinderbox and lit up a whole other person inside him.

Frenchie

Frenchie waved in greeting, still trying to get used to Captain’s face with hair on it. Looked like he was going proper pirate as well. Not just a bit of stubble. Some proper beard business was happening. “You too. You’re looking less knackered.” Captain smiled sheepishly. “So I’ve been told.” He beckoned, gesturing to the chair at the other side of the table. “I’ve got a bit of a favour to ask of you.” Since it wasn’t coming with a punch or a kick or a belt across the back of the head, Frenchie had to admit it was already three steps up from where he’d been last week. “Course,” he said, crossing the floor and sitting down in the chair. “But if it’s to read the maps, I don’t think I can.”

Buttons

The deck of the ship was painted silver by moon glow. Buttons turned over his whistle in his hands and glanced up at the rigging. “I’m sorry, Livy. It’s no’ you. It’s me.” He’d tried to bask, take it in from the prow as he always did, but it didnae feel right, not without his wee pal. Karl’s wee widow spiralled down from the rigging to land beside him. “I know,” she telt him. “This was something you did with him. I didn’t want you to be alone the first time on a ship.” Buttons clapped her gently on the back. “Ye’d best be off home, eh? The wee ones’ll be waiting for you.” With a sharp cry, she took wing, a flash of white and silver in the moonlight.

Wee John

Chewing on a piece of apple, Wee John peered at the captain’s wee sketches again, spread all over the galley table. Wasn’t often you had a captain who made such detailed drawings to show what he wanted you to do, but Captain had done a decent job. He’d explained everything and gone over it and answered all the questions and it all made sense. Turned out the wee man was bloody good at plans. “It can’t be this simple,” Black Pete argued. “We make a plan and it all goes right. This… it’s… Blackbeard wouldn’t fall for this.”

Roach

Fanning himself with a leaf, Roach cracked an eye open. “Hey.” He nudged Black Pete’s head. “That dot. It is closer now.” Pete grunted something, rolling over on the sand. Roach made a face down at him, wishing he had enough spit left to drip it in his ear. They were low on water now. Food too. Only a few days left, if they wanted to live. He squinted at the horizon again and the dot. It was too small to be a ship, but as it got closer and closer, it took a shape. “Hey!” Roach reached the other way and hit Wee John on the arm. “Hey! Am I going mad? Do I see a boat?” Wee John grumbled like a tired donkey but lifted his chin up from his chest. “Where?”

Spanish Jackie

“So, lady, huh?” She sprawled into her high-backed chair, waving ‘Thomas’ into the seat closest to her. “You tryin’ to smooth-talk me?” “I call it as I see it,” he replied, not a bit of mockery in his voice. “You run this place with an efficiency any would envy, you’re a woman of refinement judging by your tailoring. Why shouldn’t I call you a lady?” She snorted in amusement. “You’re a funny little guy, Thomas.” She took out one of her cigarillos, lighting it up as the new guy – what the fuck was his name? Peaches didn’t sound right – set two glasses down on the table. “What the fuck happened to you? Last time you was here, you looked like a dress shop threw up all over you?” ‘Thomas’ picked up his glass. “Someone sold me and mine out to the English.” He raised his eyebrows in challenge. “I suspect you knew that.” Jackie gazed at him as she slid her small pistol out of her sleeve, onto the table where he could see it. “You here for payback, then?”

Fang

“Hello, gorgeous,” Lucius said with a sad little smile. Fang’s face crumpled up and he dropped the bottle. Rum all over, but didn’t matter cos he was across the floor and Lucius hugged him like he was worth a shit and petted his back and told him it was all right. “It’s not,” he argued into Lucius’s shoulder. “It’s all fucking shit.” “Yeah, I know, it is,” Lucius said softly, rubbing his cheek against Fang’s ear. “I was just trying to make you feel better.” Fang laughed wetly then pulled back and rubbed at his face. “You shouldn’t be in here. If they see you, Izzy’ll go off his nut.” Lucius scoffed, sitting down on the end of the bed. “Izzy is already off his nut. What’s he going to do to me? As far as he knows, I’m dead.”

Ivan

With a sigh, Ivan helped him unfasten his jacket and slid it off his shoulders. Fucking hell, his ribs were black and blue already. “Iz is trying to make up for lost time,” he said. He got up to fetch some more rags. “Didn’t like the music and the stories.” He unfolded something that looked like a sheet, tore it into long strips. “Told me to break the kitchen lad’s fingers.” “Frenchie?” Ivan grimaced, nodding, as he shredded the sheet enough to make some bandages. “No reason, neither. The fuck’s the point of punishing someone for something they didn’t fucking do? Fuck, hit me if I fucked up, but not just because I used to play some music!” He turned back to find Fang staring at him. “What?” “I thought you… liked it like this,” Fang said quietly. Sitting down by him, Ivan leaned in to wrap the strips of sheet around his ribs. “Yeah. Me too.”

I’ve also covered Mary, Doug and Calico Jack in some other fics as well :) So many fun characters! So little time!

#our flag means death fic #our flag means death #ofmd #my writing #long post

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part Two: The Undateables)

This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again…) For the Brothers, please click HERE!

Intro:

Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…

Wonder how that turned out?

Diavolo

He was soooo excited to get to experience camping! He had been asking the MC about human camping trips for about a week before making the announcement and he was pumped!!

Barbatos chauffeured him to the campsite in his own car (of course) but he insisted on taking every roadside, touristy stop they came across which doubled the drive time considerably…

He wanted to help everybody set up the camp but Barbatos and Lucifer were having none of it… So he took pictures and offered moral support instead! Good work everyone! 😁

He had his own tent about the size of a small house (ngl it took Barbs and Lucifer about a half hour to set the whole thing up). Barbs even somehow managed to pack a collapsible desk in there for him so he could still work… greeeat…. 🙄

Diavolo wanted to try everything. Literally everything. The man even traded his uniform out for full on outdoors gear, right down to one of those floppy fishing hats with the tackle stuck to it.

Politely insistently asks that Lucifer does things with him. The MC could come along as well (and in many cases Luci begs them to do so) but he wants to get some bonding time in with his best friend!

Unfortunately for Lucifer, Diavolo would get sidetracked quite a lot… Which is how he ended up having to physically steer his Lord out of harm's way more than once…

At one point while hiking, Diavolo was so distracted by taking pictures that he nearly walked right into the path of a passing bear and her cubs. Lucifer had to tackle him down into some bushes until they went away... His brothers teased him mercilessly when they heard about...

Dia also loved the camping food quite a bit. He's never gotten the chance to cook his own food before, even if it's just marshmallows over a fire, so it was all a brand new experience for him! S'mores are now declared a human world delicacy.

Man had the time of his life! He'd love to do it again, hell, maybe even make it a yearly event! (Few of the brothers share his sentiment, but hey, it pays to be King 😏)

Barbatos

If his Lord orders it, then he follows. He'll just have to double check that everyone is prepared for the occasion…

Drove Diavolo there with the patience of a saint (while also, like, being the exact opposite of that). Had it been anyone else in the car, they might have told him, "No, we can't stop for pictures of every moose you see," but Barbs is as accommodating as he is loyal.

It was pretty much all on his shoulders to direct the others when setting up camp. Lucifer would claim it was his, but let’s be completely honest here, Lucifer can't order Barbs to do shit.

Naturally, he had his own tent close to his Lord, more modest in comparison, but big enough to hold a majority of the belongings and gear Diavolo had requested.

He also managed to bring a almost fully functioning kitchen setup for him using magic, minus a working oven by Diavolo's instruction. If he wanted a heat source, he had to use the campfire and he found the challenge intriguing…

For once in his extended life, Barbs had to do some trial and error in the kitchen. As it would turn out, fireside cooking can be a little difficult to master, but by the end of the trip he could still somehow dish out four course meals without so much as a sweat (according to the MC the secret was tinfoil and cast-iron cookware… who knew?)

When he isn’t prepping their next meal (which let’s be honest, with Beel on the trip that’s a constant activity) he’s guarding the food from Beel and Solomon…

The sorcerer wanted to help, but Barbs has already learned the hard way that if he so much as pokes a dish its flavor is ruined… It’s enough to make him wonder if it was a curse laid on him at some point…

Watching Barbatos deny Solomon becomes a pretty funny routine in and of itself. He’s not above just smacking the man’s hand away with a wooden spoon if it gets too close. Barbs doesn’t play in his kitchen. Back off. 😠

Barbatos is happy with the trip so long as the young Lord enjoyed himself. If that’s the case, and it was, then he’d happily do it again if asked… not that he’d have much of a choice anyway.

Simeon

Simeon was familiar with the concept of camping, he’d written about it in his stories, but he’d never actually done it himself… He had hoped it'd be an interesting experience! And uh… it was that from the very start…

Purgatory Hall got its own car and Solomon was put in charge of driving… But no one mentioned that he drives like a complete maniac. Speed limits, stoplights, even the ROAD ITSELF be damned. Solomon drives in a straight line from point A to point B and if there’s anything in the way he’ll just use magic to get around it…

It’s safe to say that by the time he and the others got to the campsite (which was significantly quicker than the rest) the angels weren’t in the emotional state to pitch tents… He and Luke just waited for the others to catch up while praying and praising the solid ground beneath their feet…

He shared his tent with Luke and didn’t mind at all. It was probably for the best anyway because the little angel was scared of human world predators like bears and wolves coming for him in the night… Poor boy…

Simeon took to hiking quite a bit. Going out and exploring the area around the campsite made him feel invigorated! The forests were beautiful and it gave him ideas for a bit of a guilty pleasure he's been debating on writing, "The Tale of the Lonely Prince." 🤭

It was on one of those trips that Simeon discovered human world creatures love him. Pretty much all of the wildlife gravitates towards him like he's a Disney Princess.

At one point he came back to camp riding on a moose with birds chirping on his new friend's antlers. He offered to take the MC out for a ride, but the brothers threw a fit about it…

He WAS able to get a couple more wrangled for Diavolo, who naturally dragged Lucifer along (though he clearly didn't want to touch the thing).

The three ended up getting into a mooseback race because Diavolo wouldn't let Lucifer take the lead. He was glad to see Luci enjoy himself for a change! (It helped a lot that he won of course 🙄😏)

All and all, Simeon had a great time. Maybe he should ask the MC to show him more human places… But he's never getting in a car again. Pardon his language, but fuck those things!!!

Luke

He doesn't know what's worse… being out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of demons or the absolute insanity that was the "drive" down… 😣

He spent the entirety of Solomon's Magical Ride of Nightmares clinging to Simeon or the armrests for dear life. He swore his entire life flashed before his eyes, can angels even have heart attacks???

Stayed right next to Simeon when they finally pulled themselves together enough to leave the car. He was so happy that Michael didn't see any of that… Who knew human transportation was so horrifying…???

His saving grace (literally) was getting to share his tent with Simeon… After Solomon told him that bears sometimes get curious and ransacked campsites, he clung onto the older angel like a protective charm.

...Whiiiich he wasn't too off about actually after he saw Simeon playing (yes PLAYING) with the human wildlife… Simeon had to introduce him to some of the nicer animals for him to eventually get over his fear and venture out past the campsite.

Luke loved to swim in the lake or river with MC and the others. The MC found a sturdy branch where they set up a rope swing and the little guy amused himself for hours!

Sometimes he'd watch Barbatos prep and cook using the campfire… He didn't even know you could make lasagna in a Dutch oven…

At one point the MC convinced him to go with them and the twins on a particularly long hike…

He got tired halfway through and Beel offered him a piggyback ride, but of course he'd NEVER let himself be that close to a demon!! (Just kidding, poor boy was so tired he climbed onto Beel's back and held on the a kola until they got back. Then he jumped off to save face)

He had a better time than he thought he would, but still doesn't want to go camping with demons ever again. (He and Simeon also begged Lucifer to drive them back instead of Solomon so the brothers' van was pretty much a clown car on the return trip).

Solomon

Solomon hasn't been camping (for enjoyment) in quite a while, so when the prospect came up to do it with the MC and the other students he was intrigued...

When Simeon asked he knew how to drive, he said yes. He knows how to start a car, put it into motion, steer, and then come to a stop. That's all driving is really. 🤷‍♀️ You can't blame him for not memorizing all the rules, he's been traveling by portal for decades!

Was pretty confused why his angel friends fled the car so quickly... He got them there in one piece, after all. 😕🤷‍♀️ He put up their tents himself since they were too busy thanking their father then made a magic barrier around the site for protection purposes.

He and the MC both have their own tents, of course his is enchanted to be a lot bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, but he's only let the MC in on that little secret in case they want to visit… 😏

When everyone else finally arrived, Solomon was happy to help the MC introduce the wonders of the human wilderness to their companions! Including the breathtaking vistas, beautiful flora, bitter temperatures, man-eating predators, waters filled with disease… Hm? Oh, Luke won't leave the tent now…? Whoopsie.

Solomon kept himself occupied on the trip the best way he knew how… relentless trolling (particularly of Asmo and Barbs because they're used to his shit).

He'd alternate between poking fun at Asmo for the almost ritual length routines he was going through to try and save his looks to genuinely trying to encourage him and downplay the severity of the downgrade...

Meanwhile he was bound and determined to serve at least one of his own dishes during the trip (but Barbatos had banned him from the "kitchen," the food tent, and even the spoons...)

Diavolo, nice guy that he is, eventually made Barbs relent and let Solomon cook for ONE night… It went as well as to be expected. (They sent Solomon to grab more supplies then everybody took turns washing their mouths out with lake water... Diavolo apologized profusely, he had no idea...).

Solomon was confused why the angels would rather squeeze themselves in with the brothers than ride with him back but he wasn’t upset about it. That meant he could make a few extra stops without anyone complaining! He knows a guy in New Orleans he’s been meaning to see again… Luke and Simeon can wait a little for their stuff, right?

Click HERE for Part One. Check out my Masterlist for more!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me undateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines

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junicai · 4 years ago

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Aria at Award Shows

Iconic Outfits

2020 AAAs NCT Daesang Award

Peoples’ jaws dropped when they saw Aria sidle up alongside the other 23 boys, strolling out like she owned the building. The heels gave her enough height to be nearly level with Renjun - something she wouldn’t let the boy forget - her hair dyed back to a natural black like it had been during NCT2020 promotions. It was rare that Aria didn’t look slightly apprehensive about stepping out onto a red carpet, but the confidence was rolling off her in waves. As she walked, the slit in the dress seemed to keep on going, trailing up her leg and changing the otherwise classy dress into something that left the innocent bystanders in the first row suffering from a high chance of a heart attack.

tldr; Aria’s hot and people are Noticing.

2019 Show Champion NCT 127 ‘Superhuman’

NCT’s second win with Superhuman left a huge divide in nctzens; a rift between those who were ot21 stans and ot22 stans (sans and plus Aria). Up until then, there had been rumors around whether Aria was to leave NCT now that there was a new girl group supposedly debuting under SM. Their management team had refrained from publishing a response - but that only lead fans to create their own speculations and theories. This outfit played perfectly into the growing rumor; with the large circular pendant on Aria’s bracelet having two chrysanthemums etched into the gold. The flower symbolized happy endings and goodbyes, with nctzens taking this as the proof that Aria was truly set to leave NCT in the coming months.

tldr; nctzens need to learn how to Chill.

2017 M! Countdown NCT 127 ‘Cherry Bomb’

Unfortunately, this era was the cause of a lot of strife for Arizens; the stylists either hit it out of the park and Aria was drop dead stunning - or she ended up looking a little like a bratz doll a toddler had gotten their hands on. Unfortunately for Aria, their first win with ‘Cherry Bomb’ left pictures of her in a plastic, obviously dyed blue skirt and cherry pink hair to match immortalized on the internet forever.

tldr; arizens hoped that her stylist got fired after this era. the plastic skirt wasn't the worst thing they'd done.

Other Iconic Outfits

Seating Arrangements

Depending on the venue, idols are normally sat on straight rows of chairs and benches, or at round tables. Given the choice, Aria would always prefer to sit at one of the tables, as not only does it give her a chance to not have to worry about her legs being seen while being covered by the tablecloth - if there is one - but it lets her keep everyone sitting near her in her direct line of vision.

However, should she have to sit in one of the main rows, she’ll normally end up squished beside one of three boys - Donghyuck, Yuta and/or Renjun. Should one of those three be unaviliable, Doyoung and Jeno are usually quick enough to fill in the empty space.

Donghyuck would always be her first choice, was it not for the boy’s incessant energy that sometimes left her nerves fried before their performance. Most days she adored the company - adored him and his efforts to get her mind off their impending songs with various games and ways to pass the time (they're not allowed play footsie anymore though, because Aria stomped on his foot with her heel once) - but other days she just needed someone to hold her hand and say nothing. That’s where Yuta and Renjun come in.

As Aria’s found out over the years, for all the man’s tactile affection and loud displays of love, Yuta’s highly perceptive to when she needs some silent comfort. Now, she’s not sure if he’s that perceptive to everyone or just her - but either way she’s not complaining.

With Dream, Renjun is the one she’ll sit with and doodle on the white napkins that are laid out on the table for lord knows what reason. After being bored out of their minds for their first few award shows, Renjun had snuck two black ballpoint pens into the venue in the inside of his red suit jacket. The drawings had become somewhat a tradition, and the best doodle normally is uploaded to bubble shortly after the show has ended.

All in all, Aria’s normally quite content to sit in the centre of the large group of boys - split over several rows or tables, boisterous and bubbly with energy. The only real downside to it all is the lack of blankets available to protect her modesty once she is seated.

Most venues split the idols fairly evenly between the boy and girl groups - with blankets being allocated especially for the seating of girl groups. This meant, unfortunately, that when NCT files into their seats and sits down, there is rarely something in the close vicinity that Aria can borrow quickly without causing a fuss.

Sometimes she gets lucky - other female idols might spot her and are normally kind enough to hand over one of their cushions or blankets, content to share with their neighboring member. Occasionally though, Aria has no such luck and is left to either pull down her dress multiple times per minute to cover the prickly feeling over the tops of her legs when she felt like eyes were boring into her, or wait for some kind of break so she could go find a spare covering.

Aria supposed after the third time something like that had happened, her members were getting fed up with it all.

At first it was their plan B: should some type of cover-up not be available in their immediate vicinity, Johnny or Lucas or Jaehyun - once, even Dejun - or another member who ran hot near-constantly would shrug off their jacket and fold it over Aria’s legs, pulling it up and then lifting her hands to place them in her lap to hold their jacket there.

Eventually it became their plan A however, now commonplace for Aria to go looking for the member who was wearing multiple layers and who wouldn’t suffer from the loss of their outermost one.

Iconic Moments

Twitter: [180821] and people rly say nct doesn’t care abt aria :/

Red carpets were always something to dread, in Aria’s eyes.

The cameras flashing bright enough to blind you, and the knowledge that if she stumbled or - god forbid - fell it would be immortalized forever on Koreaboo’s newest blog post.

However the worst bit, was always the footwear. High, stiletto heels that left her teetering around on nothing more than her tippy-toes, precariously balanced as she made her way up and down stairs, over carpet and tiled flooring alike.

Aria was used to wearing heels, but the one’s she performed in were usually fitted with various types of ankle support and a thick heel to give her balance. Wobbling around on a heel the same width of a piece of uncooked spaghetti was not something she’d willingly choose.

Not to mention the blisters.

Designer shoes were gifted to the company on a regular basis - shipped over just in time for Aria to slip into the pair before stepping out of the van into the sea of bright flashes and reporters. It always seemed like designers were too pre-occupied with making a shoe look good rather than making them actually wearable.

The first time Aria had been gifted a set of heels - early 2018 - she made the mistake of assuming that they would be in similar comfort as her performance heels.

Two hours later and with a wad of bloody tissue stuffed into the back of them, Aria had learnt her lesson.

From then on, it was commonplace for Aria to bandage her heels before she went out to shows - not quite as heavily as she normally would for a performance, but just enough to stop the skin splitting under the constant abrasion.

She’d only been caught out badly once - but it was all caught on camera by a fan sitting close by, and spread over twitter like wildfire.

Aria had limped her way back over to where NCT 127 was sitting, lips pressed together in a tight line and hands clenched in the tight material of the leather trousers she had been given to wear. The trousers stopped a few inches above her ankles, so the red mess of her heels was clearly visible as she hobbled over and sat down with a thud onto the seat.

Donghyuck placed a hand on Aria’s shoulder, leaning in so that he could see her face behind the curtain of hair that she had let fall to hide her tear-filled eyes from him.

“Riri?” Donghyuck whispered to her, thumb beginning to rub soothing circles into her arm. “Hey, Riri? What’s going on?”

Aria only shook her head, gesturing to the pair of torturous heels on her feet.

Donghyuck inhaled sharply when he saw the blood trailing up her leg and soaking into the back of the heel. He turned to his side to elbow Doyoung, grabbing his attention.

“Hyung. Hyung.” He hissed, Doyoung turning around with an over-exaggerated sigh.

“No, Hyuck, I told you I’m not going to-” Doyoung cut himself off upon seeing Aria’s pain-filled face. “Aria? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

Donghyuck slid off his seat onto the ground despite Aria’s protests that the floor wasn’t clean, get up, and explained what had happened to his hyung. Sliding her heel off as slowly as he could to not pull at the skin more, he muttered apologizes to Aria as she inhaled a shaky breath before exhaling it on a small, wet cry.

“Hyung, did you bring anything for Taeyong-hyung’s shoulder that we could use?”

“Yeah, yeah I did give me two seconds.” Doyoung bent into the small bag that he had tucked underneath the seat, pulling out a length of bandage that was stowed away in the outermost pocket.

Donghyuck took it from Doyoung’s hands with a small ‘thank you’, moving to kneel back down in front of Aria and taking her ankle back into his lap.

“Hyuck, no I got it, c’mon the ground isn’t clean-”

He silenced her with a look. Aria settled back into her chair - defeated - and Donghyuck wrapped the bandage around her heel as quickly but as painlessly as he could manage.

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Twitter: [190323] HSHS ARIA IS A CARAT WE’VE WON LADIES N GENTS

Maybe Aria should have been paying more attention to the camera that was slowly panning around the idols, projecting their faces up onto a large screen beside the stage, but she was too engrossed in the current group’s performance.

“그렇다고 네 맘이 작다는 게 아냐,” Swaying gently side to side and mouthing along to the lyrics, Aria was happy enough to smile along to the song and move her hands in a small mimickery of the choreography she’d taught herself off the group’s dance practice video she’d watched only a few dozen times.

It wasn’t until Mark poked her in the side that Aria broke out from her own little bubble, twisting her head to look back at him and then up at the screen when he pointed.

There, her face, staring back at her from the big screen was enough to make her mouth drop open a little bit and her eyes widen. She clapped a hand to her mouth before turning to hide her face in Jaehyun’s shoulder, shaking with embarassed laughter.

Aria could hear Taeyong’s teasing laugh in return, before a hand came and ruffled the hair on top of her head, that she swatted away.

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Twitter: [170911] lmao same aria

Aria knew she was there.

She knew that she was sitting right there and that she was in one of those really skimpy dresses stylists loved to put girls in because apparently female idols don’t deserve modesty and Aria knew that she had a blanket for once and she should share it but oh my god.

It was Chungha.

Aria was going to pass out.

Taking side glances every few seconds only confirmed the fact that Chungha was pulling down her dress to cover as much of her legs as possible, tucking her ankles together and underneath the seat.

Ok.

Ok, she could do this.

Aria took a steeling breath, before shifting on her seat to face Chungha on more of a diagonal. She lifted her hand before lowering it slighly, looking away.

Should she- no ok she’s doing this.

Without giving herself time to talk herself out of it, Aria moved to rest her hand on Chungha’s arm. The older woman jerked slightly - startled - and Aria was quick to apologize.

There was no audio in the video uploaded - the original poster having been too far away to capture much - but the two women talked for a moment before Chungha pointed to the blanket and then herself.

Aria nodded emphatically, and Chungha’s face crumpled into something fond, bowing her head in thanks before they unfolded the blanket another time and Chungha scooted an inch closer to Aria so they’d both fit.

Chungha sent Aria another grateful smile before refocusing on the performances - apparently not noticing, or perhaps choosing not to comment on the rather obvious red tinge that the younger idol’s cheeks had taken on.

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talesofesther · 4 years ago

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Through Fields and Meadows - Part 1 (introduction)

Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: A mysterious girl joins the Van Der Linde gang just when they are about to leave Blackwater. And as they ride along, Arthur starts to care more than he should about her.

Masterlist with the other parts

A/N: if you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know.

Important notes, PLEASE read:

So guys, this is a story I started writing about a year ago in AO3, I wrote three parts (I'll be posting the next two within the following days) and never really continued it, and I'm still not sure if I will. But as I'm not a fan of posting in AO3, I decided to bring this story here, because it does have a special place in my heart. So if anyone likes this, let me know, and maybe I'll write something more about it ♥.

If I decide to continue this, know that I will stay true to the main events that happen in the original story in the game, but, there are going to be changes. Changes to best fit this story, so keep that in mind. (Especially involving the deaths in the game).

The dust-filled air of Blackwater was almost cold compared to the warmth of the setting sun. Today has been uneventful so far. Y/N was lazily hunched over a bar, drinking some whiskey.

The judging looks people usually gave her just because she chooses to wear pants instead of an uncomfortable skirt were no longer something she noticed. With having to look over your shoulder for almost your entire life, those curious eyes were nearly comforting.

Y/N had been in Blackwater for the past week or so. Just taking a break, or so she told herself. She considered herself to be a wanderer, a traveler. No home, no family. She could refer to herself as a ghost if she wanted to. Just a few people knew her name, her story, and most of them were dead. Most of that blood was on her hands too. And maybe that was the reason she never stayed in one place for too long.

She was brought back to reality by the sounds of two horses galloping on the street. Lawmen, probably Pinkerton agents judging by their fancy clothes.

She had heard the rumors, about the big attack on a boat that was carrying money, lots of money. Folks were saying it was the Van Der Linde gang, no one knew for sure, but everyone was talking.

She took a deep breath and muttered "what the hell".

She tossed a coin to the bartender, got out, and mounted her trusty steed and companion. Carefully following the lawmen.

They rode for a good couple of minutes. Y/N had to keep a large distance between her and the lawmen, otherwise, they could notice her. But she managed to not lose sight of them.

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"Come on people, we need to leave. Hurry up" Dutch screamed to everyone on the camp. They were packing things up as fast as they could.

"Dutch, Mac and Sean are still not back. We need to look for them" Arthur was confused, to say the least. Everything happened too fast and Dutch just gave him a poor explanation about what really happened.

"I'm sure they're going to be fine, son. Right now we need to focus on leaving this place as soon as possible. I need you-" Dutch was cut off by a gunshot.

"DAVEY" Abigail tried to run to his side but John held her back.

"GET DOWN EVERYONE" Dutch screamed as he ducked behind a wagon.

Arthur was reaching out for his gun when two other gunshots were fired and the lawmen fell to the ground. Dead.

Everyone tensed up. Looking everywhere for the origin of the bullets that just pretty much saved their skin. But then the horses that belonged to the lawmen went running, revealing a person riding a horse in front of the setting sun. Arthur kept his hand on his gun and squinted his eyes trying to see the person’s face.

Y/N put down her repeater and told her horse to walk forward.

"Stop right there. Who are you?" Dutch raised his revolver to her.

Y/N chuckled and dismounted her horse. She ironically raised her hands and the tip of her hat, revealing her face.

"You're welcome, Dutch"

Dutch slowly lowered his revolver and, with a shocked face, he whispered "Oh my lord"

Arthur looked between to two of them with a worried expression. Until Dutch let out a genuine laugh, leaving him even more confused.

"I can't believe it, Y/N Y/L/N! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" he approached the girl and enveloped her in a hug.

"It's good to see you too" Y/N smiled and patted his back.

"Dutch?" Hosea walked up to him with a questioning look. Mirrored by the gang that held the same expression.

"Hosea, a good thing is finally happening in this cursed day" he smiled at the older man.

"Everyone listen up for a second. This is Y/N, the kind soul that just saved our lives. She is... A good friend of mine" Dutch smiled and Y/N gave the gang a small wave.

"Introductions later. Go back to packing, you all. Come on" Miss Grimshaw came over and took their attention away from the girl.

"You never mentioned her, Dutch" Hosea questioned him.

"I'm afraid she told me not to"

"I did. But still, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dutch talked about you" Y/N smiled and held her hand out for the older man to shake.

Hosea smiled and gladly shook her hand. "Likewise. Now if you’ll excuse me. Davey took a bullet, I'll go see him"

"You do that, old man. Make sure he's fine to leave this place" Dutch patted his back.

"What's happening Dutch? There's talk all around town about a big robbery on a boat, was that you?" Y/N asked with a serious expression.

"Yes, but I'm afraid it didn't go as I planned. We are leaving town" He sighed.

"I saw more horses coming our way, Dutch. We need to get out of here" Arthur stepped in, with a worried look. He eyed the new girl for a moment, she was wearing black pants, a black vest with a white shirt, a black and white bandana around her neck, and a black hat that had a red ribbon around it. He almost forgot how to breathe when she met his eyes. He turned his head quickly and tried to clear his mind. Not the time.

Y/N couldn't help but smirk, this man was intriguing her already. And truth be told he was quite handsome. She watched as he looked around the camp, where everyone was running like crazy packing everything on their wagons as the sun set.

"Let's go then, make sure everyone is ready Arthur" And with that, Arthur left and Dutch turned his attention back to Y/N.

"So, are you finally going to join us, my lady?" Dutch asked her with a hopeful smile.

"You know? I think I am in need of an adventure" Y/N smiled back at him.

As the lawmen approached them, Y/N mounted her horse and followed the Van Der Linde gang away from Blackwater.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #imagine #fanfic #angst #fluff #slow burn #game edit #my story #arthur morgan/reader

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flowerbloom-arts · 4 years ago

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Muddler for the character thing 👀

OH THE MUDDLER MY SWEET SWEET BELOVED RATDOG-LIKE HUMANOID!

How I feel about this character: HE IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE IN THE MOOMINS FRANCHISE! He is my sweet baby boy and I couldn't ask for a better character to project all my anxieties and desires into.

Ok to be fair we all have one of those characters we think we relate to but they feel so warped/projected onto from canon that it kinda makes you wonder if you related to them in the first place but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT- Muddler is the guy to blame for me almost exclusively making side character content on this blog, I stumbled on his wiki one day, liked him alot so far, and then saw the line "However, he is a very enthusiastic person filled with love for both his belongings and others." which immediately gave me the strong desire to adopt this guy as my comfort character. He is very much a vessel for reassuring me that even if life nearly gives you a heart attack or otherwise kicks you down at every turn, you can end up pretty alright in spite of it all, in spite of suffering and like, actual trauma, you can live a life where you find yourself happy. I'm not in the best place mentally as of now but Muddler's whole adorable streak despite the various ways I draw him gives me the joy I need to get through the day.

Muddler makes me feel understood, in a way, and he helps me feel like I can talk about my own issues in a way that doesn't feel like I'm just... Annoyingly straying away from the character, even though I probably am haha.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: the Fuzzy and the Joxter!!! I think he's adorable with both/either of them, Fuzzy and Joxter have a bit of similarities in my canon to the point where you can say Muddler just has a nack for attracting mischievous troublemakers who don't really care too much about societal standards. Though Fuzzy has alot more in common with Muddler than Joxter possibly could have in terms of interests and personality.

I'm very weak when it comes to saccharine shipping, especially if it's done with characters I like alot.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Does his family (excluding Fuzzy) count? Like Hodgkins, Fuddler, Sniff and possibly his parents? I hope it does, because oh my Lord the potential of those relationships are so UNDERUTILIZED! I've never seen any good wholesome fanart between Hodgkins and Muddler, like, Muddler and his kids? Sure, I've seen a good bit, but Hodgkins and Muddler only seem to be interacting in the context of the Oshun Oxtra crew as a whole, I mean, that goes for Hodgkins content in general too and quite honestly that's sad.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Hhhhhhhhhh... Does thinking he's hot count? If not, then I suppose I seem to be the one person on tumblr who really thinks he's traumatized, I know it's more of an observation rather than an opinion but for real people seem to think he's just an anxious baby when really he's a traumatized anxious baby with a hoarding problem as his number 1 coping mechanism, like one proper look at the stuff that's happened to him and you may or may not see what I'm talking about.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I WISH THERE WAS ATLEAST ONE INTERACTION BETWEEN HIM AND MOOMIN! Of course I wish there was just more content of him in general even if he's the one character with the most content out of the whole Oxtra besides Moominpappa but GOOD LORD MOOMINPAPPA JUST DOES NOT THINK HIGHLY OF HIM! And they never had a conversation like Moomin and Joxter had, where's MY Moominpappa×Muddler ship fuel in Memoirs?? Surely they'd have SOMETHING in common-

Anyway, I think that's about it, yeesh that's quite a bit!

OG ask post

#moominvalley #moomins #muddler #moomin muddler #the muddler #long post #fb answers

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catxsnow · 4 years ago

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SPITFIRE J.T.

Summary: Maybe working with the Red Hood wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be.

Warning: Suggestive Sexual Content but nothing major. Jason getting his ass kicked

A/N: I love Jason Todd more than myself. Welcome to my TED Talk

getting 100+ notes on my Puppy Love absolutely warmed my heart, thank you for the support!!

GIF is not mine - I’ve always been a fan of Matthew Daddario as Jason I’m sorry if think otherwise!

Word Count: 3.7k

The thing about being a hero, was that you never felt like a hero.

No matter who you took down, it was never going to be enough. There was always going to be someone to replace the person you caught. Always someone bigger, badder, and harder to defeat than the last. After years of going through the motions, it was hard to see that your tactics changed to being more violent, more aggressive, but never lethal.

When you first started the game, you would try to make sure that no one would get hurt - including the people that you were going after. Now? Well, you'd have to wipe the blood off your suit and hide the bruises on your knuckles. You were dangerous, but that didn't mean that crime ever feared you.

The first time you saw him, you wondered who dared to try and take your city away from you and your protection. It wasn't hard to find him with his shining red helmet and the echo of ricocheting bullets. You were pissed to begin with that he was there but the fact that he was using guns as well? That just ticked you off.

Your first encounter was bloody, bruised, and maybe even broken. He was standing on the roof top, watching the people down below to see what was going on. After being in the hero game for a while, it was a little too easy to sneak up on people. He was just as surprised to feel a boot slam into his back with such force that he fell forward.

Your costume was sleek, skin tight, and as dark as the night itself. It took him half a second to realize that it was just a girl that had taken him down. His brief moment of underestimating you had been a mistake and you had taken the opportunity.

In a quick, precise, sequence of attacks, you took Jason down in seconds. You knew that one of his shoulders were popped out of place and the wind was knocked out of him. Your foot pressed into his chest the second he landed on his ass. His guns were knocked out of his hands and he was rendered defenseless by someone he didn't even know.

"Get out of my city," You nearly threatened him. This red helmet guy never said a word and you left without another. If you could take him down that easily the first time then you doubted that he was much of a threat - especially when he was hiding behind guns as a weapon.

Jason was in awe of you the moment that he saw you standing above him. However, he was also extremely pissed off - and that was something you should have been worried about. But, after not seeing him again for a week, the thought of him was out of your mind and you didn't think that he was going to come back.

That was your mistake.

Jason Todd was not the kind of person that someone should have messed with and you had pissed him off the second you laid eyes on him. While you thought he was gone from your home, he was actually picking up on your nightly routine. Where you would go as a vigilante, what your fighting style was like, he knew you just as much as you knew yourself.

You had been in the hero game for a while now. After seeing kids being slaughtered on your last day of high school, you wanted to make sure that no other kid had to go through that as well. Instead of going to like post-secondary like you had wanted, you had trained and trained until you knew that you could take down anyone that stood in your way.

Ten years later and you were standing there about to face your greatest foe yet: the Red Hood.

After not expecting to see Red Hood again, you were taken down by surprise while out on patrol. Jason had pulled the same trick on you that you had pulled on him. He had sneaked up behind you and pinned you to the ground. You didn't think that you would ever see this man again, yet here you both were.

Jason stood above you the same way that you had all those weeks ago with the exception of having a gun pointed at your head. "Who are you?" He asked with a modulated voice. As much as he had discovered about your fighting style, he never learned about your personal life or anything about who you really were.

"Get that gun out of my face and I might tell you," You snapped. Jason didn't budge. Using your elbow, you jammed it into the side of his knee with every ounce of strength you had. Thankfully he became off balanced enough that you could get out from under him and back on your feet.

The gun that Jason held was forced out of his hand and into your own. The moment that he realized you held one of his weapons, he had pulled out an identical gun. The two of you had the guns raised at each other. You couldn't see his expression, but judging by his body, he seemed laid back - like he knew you weren't going to shoot him.

After a moment of hesitance, you grabbed the gun by the chamber and held it out for him to take back. He grabbed it out of your hand, stepping back so you were out of arms reach. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Seeing you, in that suit and holding his gun? Jason was more smitten than he wanted to admit.

"Red Hood," Jason told you upon realizing that you weren't going to attack him again. You couldn't see his face from under his helmet but he was eyeing you up like a next meal. Jason was attracted to you without even knowing what all of your face looked like.

"I thought I told you to get out of my city," You sneered at him. Jason holstered his guns and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re going to get your ass handed to you if you don’t learn to listen to me.”

"I have some business here. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'll leave," Jason gave you a vague answer. His business had been delayed after you made an appearance in his life. An idea popped into his head. "You know this city. Give me a hand and I'll be out of your life for good."

You hated guns. You hated what they could do to people and you hated being reminded of that terrifying, awful day at the high school every time you heard a shot go off. Yet, some how, up on that roof, you agreed to help this gun slaying vigilante so that he could get the hell out of your city.

After thinking for a couple moments, you stuck your hand out for him to shake. "Deal, Red," You squeezed his hand with a little more force than necessary. "You hurt one innocent civilian in my city and I won't hesitate to kill you myself. We get your guy and then you get the hell out of here and don't come back."

"I think you and I are going to get along just fine, spitfire."

You hated to admit it, but you and Jason got along a little too well while working together.

It took another week and a half to gather enough information about the man Jason was after. The two of you scouted and researched during the night, stopping a few criminals along the way. Jason would watch your six and you would do the same for him. In the short time that you worked together, it seemed that you were unstoppable.

Working with him had been an experience that you weren't expecting. On the streets the two of you were vicious, nothing and no one was going to stop you. However, when the two of you were in his hotel room, trying to figure out the connections of everything going on, the air felt lighter.

He would tease you, trying to get any sort of reaction out of you. Normally, you would hate when a man would do that to you, but with Red Hood, you couldn't help but tease him right back. You only hoped that under that helmet that he was at least smiling to your jokes.

He was.

Fighting a bunch of thugs alongside of him was more fun than it had been on your own and it looked like you guys had been at it for years.

You moved in sync with him and without even having to communicate that much, he had your back and you had his. It was as if the two of you were made to fight crime together. The time that it took to find who he was after had gone by far too fast and the night that you went after him finally arrived.

It was down by the docks, a new shipment of whatever he was trying to transport being brought in. You assumed guns, weapons, maybe even drugs. Never in your time in the city had you ever seen anyone try to smuggle in shipments. The bay that you had was small and big ships never made it in. Crime lords never found it worthy to bring in such small shipments until now.

You didn't know who the man was, or what he was bringing in but it had to have been bad. The night that you and Jason went after him was cold and rainy. However, the weather wasn't going to stop all of your hard work of trying to catch this guy.

There weren't many men. Being such a small area, you had to assume that they wanted to gain the least amount of attention as possible. Even only a dozen armed men, it still caught the attention of the Red Hood, and now, you too.

You and Jason quietly and efficiently took care of all the guards protecting the ship. Once again, the two of you fought so well and you were cherishing that this was going to be your last fight together. Jason was leaving you after tonight and you were a little disappointed.

You didn't know anything about him. Not once had he ever taken his helmet off in front of you or gave you any information about who he was. You were much the same, though. Your mask stayed on and he didn't even know your vigilante name - he continued to just call you spitfire.

So why were you so upset that you were never going to see him again? You didn't know the man, and yet you found yourself wanting - needing - to know more about him. To fight crime with him like this every night.

By the time that you reached the man that Jason was after, everyone that was protecting him was unconscious on the ground and he was left unguarded. Easy to take him down and easy to see what the hell he was trying to bring into the country through your city. He gave up like a scared puppy with his tail between his legs.

You and Jason looked intimidating above him. Between his broad shoulders, wide stance, and weapons laced up his legs and your arms wrapped snugly around his neck, he was terrified.

The shipment he was trying to bring in was destroyed with the help of Jason's tech that he carried around. It was hundreds of kilos of drugs and there was no chance that you were going to let that anywhere near the people of your city. The man and his crew were tied up and awaiting the police.

You and Jason got out of there before they showed up and ended up on the same roof top that you had met. "Guess this is goodbye," You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Thank you, Hood. I would have never discovered that shipment in time."

Jason shrugged. Upon arriving in the city, he didn't care if those drugs had gotten into the city - he cared about the guy in charge and how he could lead Jason one step closer to taking down Black Mask once and for all. After spending time with you, and seeing how much you cared for the city, he knew that he couldn't let those drugs get loose.

"Do you want to get a drink?" You asked, suddenly. "I like to think that my liquor collection is quite extensive and to be honest, I could use a hand to finish up some bottles."

Jason knew that going for a drink would mean that he would have to reveal himself to you. However, he also knew that you would have to do the same. As much as he didn't want to expose himself about his real identity, he also knew his curiosity of who you were under your own mask was to great to let go of.

So, he agreed.

The two of you jumped from roof top to roof top until you finally stopped on the roof of an apartment building. The two of you used the fire escape to sneak into your home, making sure that no one saw either of you.

Jason was in awe as he saw your home. It was a decent size studio apartment and the decor you had was simple, elegant, and nothing like he expected. Out on the streets, you were ruthless, didn't hesitate to break a few bones when necessary, and you didn't have a fear of getting your hands dirty. Your apartment didn't share the same appearance.

While you left to get out of your wet suit, Jason looked around your place. He picked up the variety of mugs that you used, wondering why you had picked each of the different designs and how much they matched your personality. Leaving your small kitchen area, he looked at the pictures you had around your home.

The picture of you and your parents caught his attention. He could tell that it was you, without your mask you were drop-dead gorgeous. Jason admired you from the picture, still shocked that you were willing to trust him with your identity. He nearly dropped the picture as you came out of your room.

Your black suit had been replaced with an old shirt with your high school logo on it as well as a pair of cotton shorts that were a little too short to wear in public. Jason was thankfully that he was still wearing his helmet, at least then you couldn't see his eyes latched onto you.

"Guess it's time for a proper introduction," You told him, sticking your hand out. "My names (Y/N) (L/N)."

Jason finally brought himself out of daze. You watched as he brought his hands up to his helmet and lifted it off his head. Your breath caught in your throat, under that intimidating red helmet was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in your life. Black hair with the smallest tuft of white in the front. Bright blue eyes locked onto yours.

His jawline was sharp and he had high cheek bones that put yours to shame. You already knew just by looking at him that under that dripping wet suit of his, that his body was incredible. Broad shoulders, muscular thighs, you had to assume that his torso was just the same.

Holy shit, you had no idea he was going to be this attractive.

"Jason Todd," he finally shook your hand. "If I would have known you were this beautiful I would have tried to get you back to your place a long time ago."

"Trust me, I was thinking exactly the same thing."

You woke up the next morning completely naked at a strong arm wrapped around your waist. There was a slight pain in your head, but not nearly close to the worst hangover that you've had. Jason. Jason had come over and the two of you had drank away a couple of the nearly empty bottles of whiskey you had.

The night was filled with stories of the horrors each of you saw on the streets and the life threatening wounds that you had received. It felt as if it was a competition to who had seen the worst and had the worst done to them. Jason had won, easily, when he announced that he had died and come back to life.

You didn't question who had done it, or what his life was like before he died. The look in his eyes told you enough - he didn't want to talk about it. You couldn't blame him. You were basically a stranger to him and although he might have trusted you enough to not let him die, he didn't trust you with his secrets.

Jason brought the topics to something more light. He talked about the places he had seen, the people he got to meet - and even some of the iconic Justice League members he worked with. Though you thought that it was incredible that he knew someone of the biggest heroes in the world, he made sure that you knew that they were nothing like they were projected to be.

One thing led to another, drinks upon drinks, and you had ended up leading him into your bedroom. Jason proved your point that in fact every part of his body was just as incredible as you thought it would be. You had sex quite a few times, but he was easily the best - and biggest - that you've ever had.

The moment that you stirred awake, Jason's arms pulled you tighter against his bare chest. You absorbed the warmth his body radiated. Waking up like this was a rare case for you. Often times you had to leave with a walk of shame or had awoken and left your home before whoever was in your bed was would wake.

This morning with Jason felt different. Everything with him felt different. You didn't feel the need to prove yourself to him or run away in shame. From what you learned about him the night before, Jason was the kind of man that saw the flaws in a person, but he was also willing to accept them.

Jason saw your flaws and instead of running from them, he embraced them. He saw you for the person that you were, not the kind of person that you showed yourself to be in front of everyone. He was quick to realize your facade and cut through the bullshit of it.

Soft kisses trailed up your back and your neck. The warm air suddenly felt cool and a shiver raked over your body. Jason couldn't get enough of your taste, you noticed that the night before and it was the same that morning too. His lips constantly only any bare skin he could find.

"Jason," you breathed out. The moment you rolled over to face him his lips were on yours and you were succumbed into the same trance you were in last night. The warmth in you chest, between your legs, god, his touch was addicting. "Jay," you broke apart trying to get his attention.

He was supposed to leave that morning. Jason came to your apartment last night to have a drink to say goodbye and today he was going to be gone and never to return. You didn't want to get more addicted to him than you already were in the short two weeks that you worked together.

Jason met your eyes. He pushed the loose hairs out of your face and kept his hand cupped on your cheek. He didn't want to leave you that morning. Not when he felt something other than anger and frustration since he came back from the dead. He wasn't aware of what this feeling was, but he knew he needed more of it.

But you wanted him out of your city. You told him that when you agreed to help him take down this criminal. As much as he didn't want to heed to his promise, he knew he needed to. Messing with you was something that he didn't want to do. He knew how deadly you were, and he didn't dare want to get on your bad side.

Just because you slept with him, didn't mean that you wanted him to stay. At least, that was what he thought.

"How do you feel about sticking around a little longer? I could use your help to take out some more guys," You suddenly asked. Your fingers trailed up his bare chest and then began to play with the scruff on his face that had grown over the few days. It was risky to ask him, you didn't want him to think that you were clingy, but you wanted to get to know him. You wanted to appease your cravings of him.

Jason held shock in his eyes but kept from making any faces with your question. He thought you would want him gone, out of your life forever. He wasn't going to be good for you - not when your ideals of how to save the city were different. He was just thankful that your line wasn't so far back as Batman's.

You knew that sometimes, lives had to be taken to solve any real problems - you just didn't want to admit it. You knew that you could never take a life, but you also knew why Jason could. Maybe you could learn from each other, maybe you could both learn yourselves to become more suited to the world you lived in.

Maybe that feeling in your chest when you were with him was meant to be more than just an addiction. Even after all these years you had so much to learn - and not just about crime fighting, but about life too. And maybe, just maybe, it was going to be Jason that was going to be the one to teach you these things, to learn these things with him.

"I was hoping that you'd keep me around, Spitfire."

#jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd oneshot #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood imagine #batfam #dc #red hood oneshot #dc imagine #batfam imagine #ba #dc one shot #catxsnow writes

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skinner17 · 4 years ago

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Dissecting Red Spider Arc-The arc that non shipper find it disturbingly (For those who mind) Shippy

I’ve been watching gintama for the past couple of weeks. And since lately I encounter sleeping problem, lets turn this energy to talk about one of my favorite arc. The controversial arc that invite polarized opinion among Gintama fans.

For Tsukuyo fans, Red spider is a certain favorite together with Yoshiwara in flame and Courtesan of the nation. This arc fleshed her background and deepen her bond with yorozuya, especially Gintoki

For casual fans, this arc is the first time they see a glimpse of gintoki past, The first time gintoki in a berserk mode, the first time he act by his own volition. And somehow he appeared like a true shonen hero saving the heroine.

By then tsukuyo was far from heroine status. She just recently introduced a couple episodes back. Yoshiwara in flame focused more on Hinowa and seita story. But Tsukuyo already rose in ranking because her unique character design (in sacchan word, she has a lot of ‘hooks’) aside being badass in general.

For naysayers, Red spider arc is that arc that destroy Tsukuyo character. Reduced her into damsel in distress, mere love interest and what not. Of course its people’s right to interpret a work however they see fit. People enjoying entertainment in a different way afterall. Maybe they are a strict feminist type who wanted a true xena like character? disappointed when a strong female charachter ended up saved by the male hero? (Tho I wonder why they don’t care with preceeding events where Tsukuyo saved gintoki a couple of time)

The other would say this arc is such a big jump from previous arcs. A sudden transition they would say. And heck they’re right. Red spider arc Is different compared to other serious arc before it. Its lustrously dark, whispery, not much emphasis on family nor comedy, not much explosion nor machismo.

And more importantly, its uncharacteristically Intimate.

What do you expect? It took placein Yoshiwara-The Red light District- afterall.

The curtain raised with Jiraiya, the ex teacher of Tsukuyo, the main villain of this arc, On his post coital glow pondering about his object of creation. After enjoying the service of yoshiwara, He looked at the moon and probably feeling another rush of excitement reminiscing his dear beautiful student and the plan he’d set for her.

Not long after, Tsukuyo feel someone dangerous infiltrating her city. She and her Hyakka squad has been working hard to push down the crime that on the rise after the city lost its night king. Nearing their limit, she turned to Yorozuya, wondering if they can help with the drug problem.

Somehow, Tsukuyo and Gintoki teamed up just the two of them investigating the shady group with spider tattoo trademark. The result was assortment of classic romantic comedy skit : To-Love-Ru type of ‘accident’ and pretend couple.

Ok at this point its just natural that people start to see the two as potential couple. When they bicker they’d scream their heart silly, forgetting whatever adult persona they had in mind. Yet when the time come, they play along really well with the others bullshit act. They are on the same frequency already.

Back to the story, Later, they found out the drug lord is Jiraiya who apparently the long dead master (teacher who take care of protegee under their wing) of Tsukuyo. With his unique ability he nearly killed Gintoki and captured Tsukuyo.

Some Naysayers disappointed at this point because Tsukuyo who supposedly a good fighter became useless in front of jiraiya. Ok let me use this opportunity to explain the technicality of how that’s possible.

She was shocked.

It was a surprise attack

Jiraiya, knew his student fighting ability the best and knew how to immobilize her.

Even Gintoki Almost killed because of his weird technique

She used the last of her strength to saved gintoki from jiraiya’s final blow.

“Huh? But gintoki didn’t turned into a useless mess when he met his long dead master alive?”

Lol what are you smoking? The old master would split gintoki’s head from his body if not because Kagura’s help. Also Utsuro/Shouyo goal was to crushed the rebels and nothing to do with Gintoki. While Jiraiya’s goal was to capture Tsukuyo. Understand the difference?

Ok now that its out of my system lets continue.

Later Gintoki learned about the nature of Jiraiya and what this student-master relationship actually are from Zenzou. She-who believed every word of him and followed his foot step- was his creation and his prey at the same time. This method is sickening for Gintoki who loved his master to death.

For Gintoki a master should be more or less like shoyo. Strong, kind, wise and selfless. The kind of sage who gave his life for his student. Its infuriating to learn that a good women like tsukuyo has a psychotic monster as a master.

“see..Its not because of Tsukuyo that gintoki willingly revert to his shiroyasa self. Its because the master-student thingie that made him mad af”

Was the stuff I read from naysayers. And for this one, I kinda agree. The main thing that infuriate gintoki about Jiraiya was that he used master student relationship for some psychotic goal. As we know later, whenever topic about his own master brought on, Gintoki turned into a different beast.

Even I can see this arc’s intent beside telling tsukuyo’s past and cementing her as one of the recurrent character was also to foreshadow Shoyo related arcs in the future.

However among all of that baggage brought by this arc, theres this one dialogue that caught my attention.

G : "give up already, theres nothing in your web. This entire time there was only a pathetic little spider spinning thread into sky while gazing at distant moon"

J : "What are you babbling about?I already knew that long ago"

The ones who ascociate Tsukuyo with the moon are the one who cherish her like hinowa and the hyakka squad or the bastard who obsessed at her like Jiraiya. It’s a secret nickname people gave to her beside Shinigami Tayuu / courtesan of death. Wt

At that moment, Gintoki speak about what Tsukuyo is to Jiraiya existence : A moon to a little insignificant spider. This confirm that Gintoki understand Tsukuyo’s epithet-wich means at that point of story he is familiar toward Tsukuyo more than the viewers aware of.

To add, This is probably just me but the way he said that stuff about Jiraiya, whispering while gazing at the sky, as if its applied to him aswell.

Well, I just think that because throughout the fight he keep rambling about being on the same level as Jiraiya.

G: Do you know how to survive the spider nest? By eating the spider.

G : She is stronger than you ever be. A coward like me is enough for a coward like you

To Fight Jiraiya, Gintoki drew parrarel between himself and Jiraiya. And its not impossible that parrarel extended until that moment.

I came to the conclusion At that moment Gintoki already admire Tsukuyo. Wether her virtue, her face, her quirk or her phisycal attractiveness, it could be anything. The fact is Tsukuyo basically embodies everything gintoki like in a women.

However because of his mindset and his self sabotaging lifestyle, he understood Jiraiya’s point of view of admiring an existence that is too good for them.

The episode ended with Tsukuyo learning his master’s past and accepting his flaw after killing him. The moment when Gintoki implied that he would never be a good student to their master as tsukuyo is pretty touching too.

The last episode of this arc is a short one with majorly comedic skits. Another To Love Ru accident. And a classic wingman setup to force a couple to be alone together.

Lol too much couply stuff happening in this arc.

Later after the crazy terminator drunken stupor, Tsukuyo asked gintoki if she didn’t has this scar, would her life be any different?

At this point I realize the pain endured by her, even though she said she was fine, physically and mentally, she actually struggling with the realization that all her past was something different than she perceived to be, that rather than genuine student master relationship, its an elaborate plan by her master to kill himself.

Its like realizing that we are adopted after all this time living in a loving family. From the surface it might not changed anything because its all in the past, But it changed everything within. It changed the foundation of what we stood upon all these time.

Gintoki then assured her that her life is one that she choose, No one make her choose that. wether it’s driven by a psychotic manipulation or a trust in a teacher who wanted make her strong. The life is still hers to behold and cherish

Gintoki further assured that her face Is not ugly, Its pretty face carrying clean soul. Or something to that effect (since translation vary)

As you see “Soul” is the overarching concept on Gintama. Its like “Adventure” on One piece and “Hard Work” On Naruto. It’s the Idea that the shounen protagonist holds dear.

Shoyo first teaching to Gintoki was how to protect his soul. In the war Gintoki choose to kill Shoyo to save his master’s soul. Means he choose Shoyo over his friends and himself. In effect, one of the friend’s soul was corrupted. While Gintoki turned himself into a vessel whose purpose was merely to protect people he deemed fit and procasinating on his own growth.

Gintoki speak about Tsukuyo’s soul in her face is another testament of how deep their trust and bond has formed.

Even though Gintoki has innate ability to peek into the human character, its not his fashion to directly address it. He usually find a roundabout way to make the others understand that they are being understood. But with Tsukuyo, everything he do about her is direct.

“Don’t be a stranger, Lean on me, laugh with me and cry with me. I’d be there, cry and laugh with you ” Said Gintoki to tsukuyo.

The Gintoki who often avoid emotional baggage from a stranger.

In conclusion, Red Spider Arc is such an awesome arc. The vibe is cool, the soundtrack is awesome and its has an intense emotionally charged action.

It is also the breeding ground for gintsu shipper, wich probably gonna make some part of fandom upset. But it is what it is and we can just enjoy or choose not to.

#gintama #Tsukuyo #gintoki #Gintoki x Tsukuyo #Red Spider arc #gintsu #gintsuki #dissecting #love this arc so much i need it to get out of my system

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etoileholland · 4 years ago

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cooking fiasco

Pairing: Peter Parker x female reader

Summary: after a failed attempt at cooking your anniversary dinner, May and Pepper step in to save the day

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff

Word count: 2k

A/N: I’m still trying to be more active on here lol, but requests are still open! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts, and also the gif is not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner

“May, should I make the fettuccine sauce from scratch or should I just buy a can of Ragú instead?” Peter asked as he perused the aisles of the small grocery store. He had already picked Fusilli noodles (to which he believed were better than long fettuccine noodles because they were twisty) and was still deciding on the brand of sauce.

“Oh honey, Bertolli is better anyway, it tastes more homemade.” She replied. “And it sticks better to the noodles.”

Peter nodded and placed the can into the basket. Along with the dinner ingredients, he was also picking out ingredients for the dessert he had planned, which was chocolate lava cakes. He found the recipe on Pinterest and decided that it seemed easy enough to do, even though this boy doesn’t have one ounce of baking skills in him. Here’s hoping it’ll go well.

The reason for all this, you may ask, is quite simple- it was yours and Peter’s one year anniversary. He couldn’t believe that it’s already been one year since he asked you out in one of the most unique ways.

He had tried to say the words out loud, but when he would speak, nothing came out of his mouth. His hands would get shaky and his heart seemed that it would beat out of his chest, but he was determined to ask you out. So, one day when you were over at this place studying, Peter got the bright idea to write the words “will you be my girlfriend?” on an etch-a-sketch. While you were grabbing some snacks in the kitchen, he quickly wrote out the words and left the toy on top of your open textbook. When you came in and saw it sitting there, you eagerly wrote back “yes”. He was so happy about it that he picked it up but forgot that when he did so, the writing disappeared.

“You cute idiot.” You stated, and the both of you broke out into a fit of laughter. From that moment, Peter knew that he would do anything to hear that giggle more often.

Coming out of his daydream, he quickly finished grabbing the ingredients he needed and told May that he was ready to go.

He decided that it was best to purchase the ingredients the day of your anniversary so that they would be the freshest, and therefore taste the best. Since he wasn’t a prolific cook; he wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to prepare, so he enlisted the help of Pepper to help him make the food.

He had about 5 hours to make the food, how bad could it go?

Very bad, apparently.

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“Peter Benjamin Parker, I told you to watch the pasta so that it wouldn’t overflow everywhere! And why didn’t you put a timer on the oven like I told you to? The lava cakes are literally on fire.” Pepper exclaimed as she stood in the empty kitchen while Peter was upstairs getting ready for tonight. She quickly pulled the fire extinguisher off the wall and opened the oven door, grabbing the tin with oven mitts and quickly extinguishing the small fire.

Sure adds a whole new meaning to lava cakes, now doesn’t it? He thought to himself, which made him laugh.

“Why didn’t you watch over it?” Pepper shouted.

“You said you had it!” He shouted back but was interrupted by the shrill of the smoke alarm.

Pepper let out a word of profanity and replied, “No! I didn’t say that. I asked you to watch it while I had to take an important business call.” She groaned and tossed the pan into the sink. The water splashed everywhere, including on herself, and she let out a shriek. “I had asked you to do one thing Parker, one thing!”

Peter leaned up against his closet and let out a long sigh. “Well, so much for dinner.” He muttered under his breath. He was trying so hard to impress you, but instead he had ultimately ruined it by stepping out of the kitchen. She was right though; she had asked him to tend to the dinner but he figured that nothing bad would happen if he left it unattended for a few minutes. Oh, how wrong he was.

“What are we going to do now?” Pepper exclaimed from the bottom of the staircase. “I could call Happy, maybe he would know what to do?”

Peter paused for a second and then replied, “Wait, I have an idea.”

“Oh lord.” Pepper sighed.

He sprinted down the stairs and nearly knocked into Pepper sitting on the bottom steps, her index finger massaging her temple.

“I promise it’s a good idea.” He stated breathlessly.

“Tell me then.”

“Alright, so instead of me making her dinner, what if we ordered from that fancy restaurant that you and Mr. Stark always go to on your anniversary, and I’ll just say that I made it instead?”

She shot him a dumbfounded look. “Peter, honey, we both know you don’t know how to make filet mignon with caviar and coated with a truffle sauce on top.”

“Hm, you’re right.” He sat down next to Pepper on the second to last step on the stairs, slumping his shoulders forward and putting his face in his hands. “I’ve ruined the whole night. I tried to do something nice and I ended up ruining it.”

Pepper placed her hand softly on Peter’s back and gently rubbed circles on it. “Love, it’s so sweet of you to want to do something nice, and I know that she would’ve appreciated it, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to work out, hm?”

“What do you mean?” Peter questioned.

Pepper paused for a second as if she was thinking of the right words to say, before she ultimately spoke. “Well, maybe you both would’ve been sitting on the rooftop, having the time of your lives, when one of the many villains you’ve fought off sees you sitting there and then ruins your night by attacking you and kidnapping her.”

Peter scoffed and guffawed, and said, “Oh yeah, I’m sure that would definitely happen.”

“But you never know, you’ve experienced weirder situations. It wouldn’t be totally improbable though.” She answered softly and Peter noticed that she spoke to him in the same maternal voice that she often uses when she talks to Morgan. It was comforting to him, and somehow made him feel a bit better about the cooking fiasco.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe something bad would’ve happened and this is just the universe’s way of stopping that.”

“Exactly. Life works in mysterious ways, little man. Usually for the better, or at least that’s what I tell myself.” She kissed the top of his forehead and stood up, holding out her hand for Peter to grab. “The night is still young, so you get ready and I’ll think of something in the meantime.” Pepper ruffled Peter’s hair and gently pushed him towards the staircase. “Now go.”

“Thank you Pep, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I know.” She whispered back to herself and watched Peter run up the stairs.

—

Peter came down from his room about 30 minutes later, phone in hand. Pepper and May were sitting on the couch talking to each other, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying. They both looked up to see Peter walking towards them with a frown on his face.”

“What’s wrong honey?” May asked.

“Y/N cancelled on me, she said that something came up so we wouldn’t be able to spend our anniversary together.” He walked over to the couch and plunked himself down on it dramatically. “I was looking forward to seeing her.”

“I know love, is she alright?” Pepper asked and Peter nodded his head.

“Yeah, she said it was a family situation that she doesn’t want to talk about. I’m not sure why though, she always tells me everything. Maybe I’ll go see her.” He tried to get up but May tugged at his arm and pulled him back down onto the couch.

“No,” she replied hesitantly, “you don’t want to do that.” She glanced over at Pepper who gave her a confused look back. “She’s asking for some privacy right now Pete, let’s respect that. And you know she’ll tell you when she’s ready to; you just have to be a little bit patient.”

“Mmhmm.” Peter replied. After a minute of silence, Pepper spoke up.

“I know!” Pepper exclaimed a little too loudly. “Let’s do something instead, just the two of us.”

“Like?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“Well,” she paused for a minute to think, “I was thinking that you would want to come with me to, um, Pottery Barn to pick out some things to decorate my guest bathroom with.”

“Sounds like a ton of fun.” He retorted sarcastically while he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well we’ll just have to make it fun then. Besides, it just may get you out of your funk, and if you come with me I’ll treat you to a pretzel from the mall. I know how much you love those.” She grinned, but Peter didn’t smile back. “Please darling, for me?” She gave him her best pout and Peter sighed.

“Fine”

“Good, let’s go.” Pepper stood up from the couch and grabbed her purse. While she did that, she and May exchanged a knowing glance and tried to conceal their smiles.

“Okay, what are you hiding?” He asked and quickly the women both replied, “Nothing!”

“Right, let’s go then.” Peter replied unconvincingly. He waited by the door for Pepper to grab her things and together they went out to run that errand.

—

A few hours later, Pepper had dropped Peter off in front of his apartment.

“Thank you again Pep.” Peter stated as he got out of the car and waved to her from the curb.

“You’re welcome love, thank you for the help.” She waved back and quickly drove off.

Peter walked to the door of his apartment and unlocked it. He stepped in and gasped when he saw that there was a pillow fort in the middle of the living room. The smell of garlic wafted through the air, and he heard music playing softly in the kitchen and a giggle that he could recognize anywhere-yours.

“Hey Peter.” You ran out of the kitchen and threw your arms around his neck and lightly kissed his lips. “Happy anniversary darling.”

“What’s all this?” Peter asked and May stepped out of the kitchen holding a tea towel.

“May texted me after your, um, incident and told me what you had planned. Even though it didn’t work out, the gesture was super sweet and so we thought we would surprise you with dinner and a movie.”

You pulled away and motioned to the fort and towards the kitchen. “Really though, it was all May’s idea, so you should really thank her.”

“Wow, thank you May.” Peter said as he pulled you close to him and placed his hands on the small of your back.

“Welcome angel, but it was also Y/N who helped come up with what to eat and came up with the fort idea.”

“Thank you Y/N.” He kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer to him. “I thought you had a family emergency though.”

You shook your head no before answering, “Nope, that was just a way to get you out of the house without you wanting to come over to see me, so that I could sneak by and help plan all this. Pepper didn’t really need your help picking out shower curtains, you know.”

“I kinda figured when I pointed to one and she would answer, ““Honey are you blind? You know that fabric wouldn’t go well with the marble floors.”” He laughed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Remind me not to go into interior design.”

“Noted. Now come on, let’s eat and afterwards we can watch a movie in the fort.” You leaned forward to kiss his lips lightly and you felt him smile into the kiss.

“Sounds perfect, what are we eating for dinner?”

“Fettuccine and garlic bread.” You beamed and let out a mischievous giggle.

“Oh god, anything but that.” Peter laughed and playfully sighed, all while you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen.

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stinkystark · 5 years ago

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Civil War // Avengers

Pairing(s): Stark! Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Summary: You get hurt during a fight set in Civil War which brings everyone back together.

Word Count: 1.7K words.

Warnings: Blacking out, stupid dad, cursing.

A/N: This was requested! I looove platonic! Avengers x reader fics, so this was fun to write. For some reason, this fic just would not post. It kept giving me errors, so sorry for the long wait. I have more fic ideas, some of which are smutty, so there’ll be more posts. Enjoy this one first! <3

Steve had always been extremely protective of you. Even though he and your dad, Tony, were often seen bickering and having heated arguments, Steve had a soft spot for you. He knew that Tony was often careless and paid too much attention to himself, so he felt like he had to keep an extra eye on you.

You loved Steve for it. He liked you, he thought of you as his daughter. However, he had the tendency to be unreasonable and going too far with his dad-speeches. You were still a teenager, after all, you didn't have to listen to the adults all the time, Tony once said that to you. Bet he regretted that as you got older.

"You can't. It's final." Steve pointed his finger at you, a stern look plastered on his face.

You, Steve, Sam and the mysterious ex-winter soldier were in some old car Steve managed to fix. You were in the backseat next to Barnes. You had tagged along with the guys to get him to safety and, honestly, you did a great job. You managed to beat the crap out of heavily armed police men, all while being shot at. You expected Steve to be proud of you. You thought he would take you with them to the airport and get that freaky fake German guy. Yet, he was ranting on about safety and you being too far away from your dad.

"You are not my dad, old man." You crossed your arms. Sam let out a chuckle and looked away.

"I am responsible for you right now. Your dad has no idea you are with us. How many times has he called you?" Steve said with a raised voice.

You shrugged your shoulders casually. "Don't know. I put my phone on silence after the 30th call."

"Y/N, listen to me. You were nearly killed just now. You are not going with us. Your dad is going to have a heart attack." Steve ranted. He sighed deeply.

"He doesn't have a heart. Besides, I was able to help myself just fine. Barnes saw it, right? Tell him." You nudged his metal arm. He looked like he really didn't want to be involved, but he had to. In the short period of time where you met him, he didn't seem to bad. You actually thought he was pretty badass. He seemed to have a liking for you, he would sneak a smile your way, even when he looked as pissed as can be.

"I- uh. I don't know-" you kicked his foot. "I mean- yeah, no, I think she should go with us." He nodded. A smirk made its way up to your lips, looking at Steve to see his disappointed face.

"Oh, come on, she's just a kid. Her dad needs her." He went on. He sighed and looked out the car window. A vehicle approached and stopped in front of the car. "There's our stuff," Steve said and got out of the car.

A pretty blonde got out of the other car. You smiled to yourself. You were in for a show. "Bet they are gonna kiss." You lifted your head to watch it unfold.

"5 bucks," Bucky said in a low voice.

Turns out, you won 5 bucks. Barnes looked defeated as he handed you the money. When Steve got back in the car with Sam's wings and his shield, he turned to you once more.

"You are going with us to the airport, but not on the jet, you understand?" He said sternly.

"Sure. I'll convince you along the way." You smirked. You relaxed in your seat while Steve started the car and drove off towards the airport. The car was silent, everyone seemed to be deep in thought. Your mind started drifting to your father, wondering what he was doing at that moment. You grabbed your phone. 57 missed calls. Your stomach turned. He would be so mad to find out you were not on his side and saving Bucky.

You understood why he would want to sign the Sokovia Accords to some extent. He felt guilty for the lives he took. You knew how much stress and tension he always dragged with him, it was logical. But, as much as you tried to tell yourself to stay on your dad's side, you couldn't. The Avengers were brought together to save lives, even if that includes taking some. You had to fight and every saved life was worth it.

It didn't take long for you and Steve to start the same argument again. While you all stepped out of the car, you and Steve were bickering non-stop. Once at the airport, he gave up. He finally agreed to you doing the mission with them. A trip to Germany didn't even seem that bad to you.

Right when you were about to cheer, an alarm went off. "What is it now?" You sighed. Steve began to look really worried.

"The airport is on lockdown. It's time to suit up. Buck, you take her, I trust you." Steve said. He grabbed his shield and helmet and began to run. You quickly shoved the 5 bucks into Bucky's hands and ran after Steve.

He was now face to face with Tony. You appeared next to Steve and crossed your arms. "Hey, dad."

"Lord, Jesus. Y/N, what the hell were you thinking? I called you a hundred times and now you decided to show up next to Cap. Steve, I swear to god I will kill you." Tony screamed. His face was flushed red from anger.

"I tried to tell her-" Steve spoke but was cut off.

"You could've been killed, for christ's sake. What were you thinking, hanging around that psycho." He ranted to you.

"If you're talking about Barnes, he's not a psycho. He is actually pretty funny and helped me kick some ass. I'm not dead, dad." You sighed.

Tony turned to Steve. "How fucking dare you? You really aren't gonna let this go and now you involve my daughter in this?" He sighed. "Fuck it. Underoos!" He suddenly yelled.

Cap's shield was whipped out of his hands, which were now tied together by webbing. A spider-looking guy jumped down on top of a van, Cap's shield in his clutch. "Hey, guys." He exclaimed happily.

The boy looked at each of you before his eyes landed on you. "Oh, I- I didn't know there were gonna be girls here." He stammered, to which you rolled your eyes.

Steve lifted his arms and then you knew some shit was about to go down. The webbing was shot off by an arrow you immediately recognized, Clint's. The fight was on.

Steve and Tony were busy slaughtering each other while the spider guy went for you. You managed to kick him a good amount of times, but he simply wouldn't stop talking. It was frustrating you to the point where you couldn't focus enough on the fight.

In the distance, a shot that Tony fired at Steve, bounced off of his shield and in your direction. You didn't saw it coming but it hit you right in the head. Spider boy added some more hits to that and before you knew, you blacked out.

"Ah, fuck." You grunted. You clutched your head in pain. It felt like you were hit by a bus. You carefully opened your eyes but the painfully bright fluorescent lights weren't helping at all.

"Y/N, you're up." A voice spoke beside you. You slowly turned your head to the side, pain stinging through your body as you did. In a chair next to your hospital bed sat Natasha, her hand holding yours tightly.

"Nat, what-" You questioned what the hell she was doing here. She was, as far as you could remember, very much on your dad's side. "Why are you here?"

"It's okay. We're done. The fight is over." She whispered. "Your dad has decided not to sign. He didn't want to say it but he knew he was wrong."

Finally. You were so worried the Avengers were officially breaking up, you were really happy that wasn't the case. The door to the room suddenly swung open to reveal a very worried looking Tony. "Speak of the devil," Natasha muttered.

Tony hurried to your side. "Are you okay? Do you feel out of breath? How are your vitals? God, where is that goddamn nurse when you need her?"

"Dad, dad, I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache and some bruises." You sighed. "I'm glad it's over. I missed you."

Natasha took Tony's watery eyes as a sign to leave the two of you alone. Tony held your hand. "This is all my fault. I can't believe how stupid I've been. I put you in so much danger all for a stupid contract that is bullshit anyway. I-I'm sorry, Y/N." You were genuinely shocked. Your dad has never said sorry. He also never admits that he was wrong.

"I forgive you." You smiled. He exhaled in relief. "Oh, are you okay? Are the others fine?" You hurried to sit up, but a sharp pain behind your eyes held you back. You groaned and sat back against the pillow.

"They're alright. They are actually here outside, but I didn't want them to disturb your beauty rest." He laughed and ruffled your hair. You swatted his arm playfully.

"Well, let them in already."

Tony called for the rest of them to greet you. When Steve and Bucky walked in, Tony swiftly left the room. Behind them were Natasha, Sam and Clint. They all dragged chairs around the bed or, in Sam's case, just sat on the bed next to you.

"Clint!" Your eyes shone when you saw him. He hurried to engulf you in a bear hug, but still careful not to crush you. You missed him, even though he wasn't gone a long time.

He let you go and sat down on the bed by your feet. Your eyes drifted to Bucky who was sitting in the back, his hair covering most of his face. He looked up at you when he felt your eyes on him. A smile couldn't help but appear on his lips. You gladly smiled back. "You can keep the 5 bucks." You winked.

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Richard Malik x Operative: The Whistleblower

This the first time I've posted a fic in a while, but I'm excited! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist 😊

Tags: @simping-for-sandayu-oda @luciewarrenx3

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Richard had to admit, he'd come up with more... enjoyable plans than this one. He grunted as the Albion thug's knee collided with his stomach, again. Wanker was enjoying this way too much.

His eyes flicked to the camera ever so subtly. Not that the bastard would've noticed, he was too busy trying to decide which way to assault Richard Malik next. But he could see it moving around a bit sporadically, as if its operator were trying to get his attention.

And even in the midst of great pain, he had to fight a smirk. Things were already going accordingly.

"U-ugh!" He grunted as the Albion guard pulled him up by his hair and punched him in the face.

Welp, time to fall back into character.

"I-I'm not who you think I am, I-I swear!"

A slap across the face. Backhanded. Richard had to admit, that hurt his pride more than it did his face.

"You're Malik! A SIRS officer and a leaky fucking twat!" Richard, with his forehead resting against the cold concrete, found himself wanting to smile at his own notoriety.

Malik. That name carried weight in SIRS. In London's infrastructure of justice and security. This scared, begging persona wasn't him. This was a choice.

He was a spy. Slippery, and willing to relinquish his true character for his mission.

His breathing quickened with faux fear as the Albion officer picked him up by the collar, bunching up his silken silver tie amidst the action. "That's not me, I s-swear to god, please- PLEASE-"

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Angel's heart nearly stopped when Bagley cut the feed. "Fuck…" she whispered. She had half a mind to curl up on the curb and let a grey gloom consume her, but Bagley was too much of a dick to allow that.

"Fuck is right! And fucking dead is what he'll be if you don't hurry," he said in his not-so-robotic deadpan.

Dead. Murdered. Killed?

All words and possibilities that resonated with Angel. She took a deep shaky breath, squeezing the steering wheel of her Atterley. "Drop a pin please, Bags," she said.

"I already did, while you were having a little panic attack."

Instead of meeting his snark with her own, Angel kicked the car into gear, speeding towards the construction site. From first gear to third, then sixth... and she was skidding to a stop by the sidewalk before she knew it.

Her optik buzzed as someone got onto comm. It was Brian, the team's most senior hitman. "Scope the place out before you go in. This could be a trap for all we know, so-"

The soft patters of a silenced P9, followed by two separate cries cut Brian off.

"Angel! Bagley, what's she-"

"She's storming the place like the baboon cousin she is!" Bagley exclaimed, "You know for a spy, she's rather uncovert." Which only said the absolute least.

The bodies were shrouded before the spy moved on, picking off another soldier just as they were turning the corner. A bullet between his eyes before he even knew he was in danger, and cloaked to make his death even less apparent.

Pressed against a corner wall, Angel took her phone out and let the news drone above become her eyes. "Bagley, help me find him," she said urgently.

"There's a closed off room in the back. Try there," he said. Angel jumped from camera to camera, her heart squeezing a bit every time she didn't see Richard.

Just when she was about to crack her phone in her grip, she saw him. Wrists tied, on his knees, gaze trained on the floor as he tried to catch his breath.

Angel knew this picture of him. Years ago, in a dirt-floored cell where they huddled together for just an inch of warmth. The image made her shudder, so forcefully mentally that she did so physically too.

She flinched again when Brian came over the comm. "Alright, there he is. I suggest you take out the rest of the guards before you go in," he said.

From soldier, to spy, and now to soldier again. Angel nodded as she squeezed the hilt of her gun. "I'll get right on it."

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Richard chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at the floor. He could feel a pair of eyes on him once again, staring through that same metal lense. He didn't dare turn to look, didn't dare break character.

Until he heard the camera screech, as if it wanted him to turn. And, flinching in surprise, he did.

He looked at the camera, wondering why the DedSec operative who'd come for him wanted to make their presence so known. Richard eyed the camera for a moment, searching for something deeper beyond the blank, metallic lense.

Of course, he found nothing. But just the notion of the operative- who he was all too sure was finally here- trying to communicate you're safe, it's okay, made him want to chuckle.

He gave the camera an acknowleding smirk, and ever so slight tilt of his head.

"AHH!" A soldier just outside screamed.

Richard's head whipped around again, and he heard some indecipherable yelling, along with the heavy footsteps of Albion-approved military boots. Somebody was obviously getting their ass kicked outside, because he only heard one person grunting in pain as limbs connected with their target.

Then silence.

He never really liked the quiet. It meant that nothing was happening, and for Richard, something always had to be happening. He couldn't predict quiet. Couldn't scheme it, outsmart it.

Thank god it didn't last long, before the metal door squealed open and quiet footsteps pittered in.

Richard kept his gaze down, as would a man currently fearing for his life. He'd been that enough times to know how to imitate it.

The 'fwoop' of a knife unsheathing made him flinch genuinely. But a steady, smooth... familiar voice eased him.

"Easy. It's just me," she said. Just me, she said. As if he were supposed to know her.

And he did. Oh lord, he did. And the mixture of fear, anger, regret, and happiness in him was too genuine for somebody so used to lying in the face of everyone short of his mother and father's graves.

The fearful part of him was scared to turn around and look at her as she cut through his restraints easily. But he didn't have a choice really, as she walked around and kneeled in front of him, cupping his face with both hands and searching for any injuries to his visage.

Richard was a confident man. Strong, assured, and decorated from head to toe in awards that highlighted his ingenius.

But he looked like a dumb fish in that moment, his mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide.

"…Angel?" He asked softly as her calloused fingertips subconsciously brushed across his brow, stretching down to touch his jaw.

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"That's my name," she said dryly as she searched his face, looking anywhere but his eyes. Her hand reached into the pocket on his shirt, where she knew he kept a handkerchief. "Hold still, you look horrible," she said. Not that a handkerchief was gonna fix that, but whatever.

She wiped blood from his jaw, and the bits that had gotten onto his cheek. She chewed on the inside of her cheek to keep more words than necessary from escaping her.

I missed you.

Are you okay?

I know this is a farce, so what are you playing?

All reasonable, but Angel couldn't utter any of them. Because Richard Malik, her friend for all of their youth, her partner in war, her lover for that one night back in college, was right in front of her.

She raked a hand through his hair, which was as close to saying I'm glad you're okay as she was gonna get. And he grabbed her wrist gently.

Brown eyes met a lighter shade. Both of them soft, affectionate, and untrusting.

"You're Dedsec," he said it firmly but quietly. Looking for confirmation. Hoping she'd say no, she just happened to be walking down the street and decided to shoot up a restricted Albion area for shits and giggles.

But she nodded. And a pride she never had while working at SIRS shined in her eyes.

Angel helped him to his feet and cleared her throat. They clearly weren't gonna do the whole "So what've you been up to the past six years?" thing, so she spoke first, "We got the call from you. What was that all about?"

A look of shock passed over Richard's eyes. And Angel could tell what he was thinking. Probably wondering where that smile she always used to greet him with had gone.

But he remembered himself quicklyc straightening his tie with a nervous hand. "I'll upload the intelligence onto an anonymous FTP. You can sort through it-"

"No, I want to hear it from you," Angel cut him off rigidly.

Richard inhaled as his whole "My name is Richard Malik, herdyderdyder," speech was thrown out the window. "I believe I've discovered who Zero-Day really is; rogue SIRS officers from the CT unit who then framed Dedsec for the TOAN bombings."

"Men working under you?" Angel raised one elegant brow. "I always got the impression the CT unit was always fiercely loyal," she commented.

And back to the games they went. This time, for the first time, against each other.

He let out a humorless laugh. "You know how good I am at making enemies," he said, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait, Richard," she said quickly. Angel's hand shot out to grab his arm. He looked down at her in surprise.

…Down at her.

Since when was he so damn tall? And handsome…

No, no, stop it, monkey brain.

"I…" Angel's jaw moved uselessly for a moment, before she simply yanked him into am embrace. Richard made a surprised sound. Way too many surprises for one day for him.

But this one, he could tolerate.

Hesitantly, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders while hers linked around his neck tightly. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and he could smell the shampoo drifting from her hair. "It's… good to see you again, Angel," he said quietly.

Angel chuckled once, before inhaling sharply and slowly pulling away. Out of his reach once again.

"We'll, uh... check out the info," she said, nodding before moving to step by him. But she paused by the door, then reached back over to him. Richard watched dumbly as she fixed his silver tie, straightening it back up and patting his chest twice. And she smiled.

"You grew up nicely, Richard," she said, before slipping out the door.

Richard stood there dumbly for a moment, a thousand different things racing through his head.

But the one thing that stood out the most was the fact that his plans had definitely just been shaken.

~end~

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