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minghaoslatina · 5 months ago

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WHAT A COINCIDENCE!

pairing: idol!wooyoung x female!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex but not really, making out, condoms, pregnancy test, fluff

a/n 💌: the way I said I would post this like last week 😅🔫

now playing 🎧 supernatural by ariana grande

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You and Wooyoung exchange puzzled looks as you both step into the dance studio. All the members are already there, and they give you both curious glances as you walk in.

"Is everything alright?" you ask, feeling perplexed by their suspicious expressions.

"We should be asking you that," Hongjoong responds with a hint of mystery in his voice.

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung sets down his dance bag and joins the rest of the members. Just as the tension in the room escalates, their backup dancers burst in, ready to learn a new choreography.

"We'll talk about it later," Seonghwa says with a slight smirk.

You shoot Wooyoung a confused look and step aside to observe them dance. Wooyoung always insists on having you there, claiming you're his good luck charm, but you know he just wants to impress you. Nonetheless, you enjoy watching him do what he loves.

As their practice draws to a close, you find yourself feeling a bit uneasy. What did the members need to talk to you and Wooyoung about? Before you can dwell on it further, Wooyoung collapses next to you on the floor and reaches out his arm dramatically as if he's about to faint. You chuckle and reach into your backpack for a water bottle to give him as everyone leaves except Wooyoung and his members.

"My girl is the best," Wooyoung sighs as he sits up to gulp down the water. You can't help but notice a few water droplets trickling down his pretty neck.

"Are you pregnant?" Mingi's sudden question catches both of you off guard, the words hanging in the air like a shocking revelation. Wooyoung's eyes widen, and he starts choking on his water. You quickly stand up and pat him on the back before turning to face the members, your mind reeling with disbelief.

"No! Why would you think that?" you ask in disbelief. The boys exchange glances before looking at Hongjoong, who seems to be hiding something behind his back.

"This fell out of your purse yesterday while you were here..." Wooyoung nearly faints when he sees Hongjoong pull out a pregnancy test. The room falls silent, the tension palpable, as everyone waits for an explanation.

"I can explain," you hastily interject before Wooyoung jumps to conclusions.

"Is that yours? But we've never..." You quickly cover his mouth before he says anything.

"Never what?" Yeosang asks, genuinely confused.

"Had se-" Yunho is quick to cover Mingi's mouth. Yeosang now regrets his life decisions.

Jongho looks at you, puzzled. "Then why do you have a pregnancy test?" he asks.

You took a deep breath before responding, knowing that this was supposed to be a secret. "A female staff member asked me to do her a favor and get her a pregnancy test. She seemed really scared, and I felt bad for her, so I agreed to help. She gave me the money, and I bought it for her. Just to clarify, I am not pregnant, nor do I have any intention of getting pregnant," you explained, hoping to ease the tension. Wooyoung frowned at your words, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and disappointment, but decided to stay silent for the moment. The others nodded slowly as if they were processing your words.

Right on cue, the female staff member walked in nervously, her eyes darting around the room. You discreetly took the pregnancy test from Hongjoong and handed it to her with a polite smile. The members, their curiosity piqued, stay silent out of respect, their eyes staying on the ground.

"Can we go now?" you ask, nodding toward the dance studio door.

"Yes, let's head out," Wooyoung responds, reaching for his black bag in the corner. The rest of the boys also gather their belongings, preparing to shower and unwind for the day.

"Wooyoung, do you have an extra water bottle?" San asks as he notices two spare water bottles in Wooyoung's open bag.

"No, I don't," Wooyoung replies playfully.

"Come on, just one, please," San pleads, tugging at one strap of his open bag while Wooyoung holds onto the other. They engage in a playful tug-of-war over the water bottles. Everything seems to go in slow motion as the bag falls, and a bunch of condoms appear on the floor. You are the first to cover your mouth in surprise. Half the members burst out laughing while the others stood there in shock.

"Liars! You're pregnant," Mingi accuses, pointing toward you and Wooyoung back and forth.

"I swear those are not mine," Wooyoung panics, "Baby, I swear, those are not mine," he says, facing you. You are still in shock with a hand over your mouth. A pregnancy test? Condoms? This looks so wrong.

"Wow, you guys are freaks," San laughs after picking up a condom and reading the size.

"At least they're using protection," Seonghwa shrugs. You are about to explain the misunderstanding before one of the backup dancers walks in.

"Wooyoung, I think I took your bag by accident," the backup dancer explains with a chuckle. He does not seem the least bit bothered that his condoms are on the floor. Wooyoung is quick to exchange the bags and lets out a sigh of relief when he leaves.

"See? I told you they weren't mine," Wooyoung explains, with a look of relief on his face. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you take a moment to let the tension drain away.

"Things keep getting weirder and weirder," Yeosang sighs, his brow furrowed as he exits the dance studio. As the other members follow Yeosang out, it's just you and Wooyoung left in the room.

"Wow, what a crazy coincidence," you say, trying to infuse some humor into the situation as you let out a nervous laugh and a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... who would have thought," Wooyoung says, his brow still slightly furrowed in contemplation.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, with a tinge of worry in your voice. You hope he doesn't think you're being dishonest. The thought of him doubting you is unbearable.

"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung hesitates before speaking. "Do you not want to have kids?"

"Um, well, not right now," you reply, caught off guard by the sudden turn in the conversation. You'd never really considered it until now. Before meeting Wooyoung, you hadn't pictured yourself having children, but his kind and compassionate nature has made you reconsider everything. Your sweet, sweet Wooyoung. His heart is so big.

"So, you do want kids?" Wooyoung's eyes light up with hope. He's worried about pushing you too hard, but he's relieved to hear your answer.

"Yeah, I think I do. Especially if you're the dad," you say with a shy grin, gently nudging him. He chuckles warmly and takes hold of your hand.

"It would be an honor to be the father of our kids," he says with a genuine smile.

Your heart swells with joy. "Our kids," you say softly.

"Let's head out, pretty," Wooyoung says, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before guiding you out of the room.

As you both drive to his dorm, the two of you excitedly discuss potential baby names, playfully teasing each other along the way. When you arrive at the dorm, the other members are all gathered in front of the TV, engrossed in a soccer game. Wooyoung quickly freshens up and joins them, and you decide to relax and watch Netflix in his room.

An hour later, Wooyoung enters the room and closes the door behind him. He immediately collapses on top of you, causing you to let out a surprised yelp before embracing him.

"I missed you already," Wooyoung whines, squeezing you tightly.

"It's only been an hour," you laugh, feeling grateful for his affection.

"Too long," Wooyoung mumbles, unwilling to let go as he holds you close.

"I can totally picture our future kids being just as affectionate as you," you tease, playfully poking the dot on his lips.

"You think?" Wooyoung giggles, adjusting his position on top of you to catch your gaze.

"Absolutely," you nod and smile up at him. He looks into your eyes for a second before he starts making out with you. You quickly pull away from your compromising position when someone opens the door.

"Mingi, you have terrible timing!" you exclaim as Mingi jokingly yells, "Liars!" before quickly closing the door.

Feeling a little flustered, you seek refuge in Wooyoung's embrace, burying your face in his chest. Wooyoung laughs with you, resting his forehead against yours.

"Should we start making babies now," Wooyoung suggests playfully while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up," you laugh and push him off you (out of love).

You've never felt so happy.

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#wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung ateez #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez oneshot #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x you

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liliasmaestra · 1 month ago

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I think that the Coven is going to repeat episode 5 and the key to fixing things will be succeeding in Lilia's trial:

Things are wrong from the get go. Lilia has knowledge she shouldn't have.

Lilia wakes up and immediately knows they're in danger. Prodded by Rio to explicitly name who is after them, she says it's the Salem Seven.

Except in episode 2 and thus episodes 3 and 4 as well, Lilia doesn't know it's the Salem Seven after them. She says "well, whatever chased Agatha down here, it's our problem now". She didn't sense the Seven attacking Agatha's house in episode 2, or that the crow witch was outside her building, and neither Agatha or Teen clarified for the others at that point.

So how and why would she know it's the Seven now?

She certainly isn't guessing.

She isn't divining it; there's no actual prediction, no tarot call outs, she doesn't say anything outright out of sync and she isn't spaced out like she usually is when her psychic abilities manifest. She knows exactly what is going on in that moment. This is not being shown as knowledge coming to her from elsewhere, this is information she consciously already has.

She just woke up and knew they were in immediate danger.

Almost like it's happened before.

It's established both that time can go weird on the Road and that Lilia has temporal magic

The version of the Ballad that the Coven sings in episode 2: "through many miles/of tricks and trials".

Lorna Wu's version of the Ballad: "the Road is wild and wicked/winding out of time".

Lilia says about her own abilities in this episode that she reads people and she reads time.

Everything about the trial is wrong and everything goes wrong inside it.

They fly through the bug witch with Agatha still having a bug in her hair in the Cabin, which would point to the entire thing being a trap by the Salem Seven.

We don't see the moon phase on the door to confirm who it really belongs to. The door doesn't lose its handles: they aren't trapped in like previous trials.

Aspect ratio doesn't change like with previous trials.

The trial itself makes no sense, aesthetically it doesn't match Agatha, it doesn't have a logical way for her to use her knowledge/power to overcome it, and it directly seeks to split the Coven apart where every previous trial is about them having to work together.

They climb up out of the cabin, not "down, down, down the Road" like with previous trials.

They break every rule given to them in the Cabin.

The ouija board jumps at them whereas every previous trial had them stumble on clues they had to decipher.

They fail the trial. Alice dies, they choose to abandon Agatha instead of helping her overcome her trauma, they're completely fractured as a coven, they didn't use their knowledge/power.

Almost as if none of this should have happened.

Lilia's premonitions seems heavily focused on events in episode 5, she is repeatedly singled out as acting strange by the others in this episode

People have already worked out that it's likely "Try to save Agatha" from episode 3 and "Alice don't" from episode 4 were supposed to be said together in episode 5 as "Alice, don't try to save Agatha".

Lilia also says that "[she] hated this the first time" during the episode. To which Teen then says "Lilia's acting weird again", which is practically a neon sign that Lilia's words aren't benign.

Then, after Everything, she says "death comes for us all" in an almost resigned, mournful way that doesn't track with her previous reactions to danger and coven members dying. And Agatha specifically clocks this, she look thoughtful, like she just got given a missing puzzle piece.

Lilia was terrified by her hallucinations in episode 3, angry and upset about Sharon in episode 4, she repeatedly shows a lot of empathy towards Alice specifically, and yet we're lead to believe she just accepts that Alice is dead and moves on? No.

If Lilia is this resigned to the death of a coven member it's because she's either literally not herself via some kind of possession or because she is stuck in a loop trying and failing to prevent tragedy.

But she can't do it alone.

Lilia's trial will involve course correcting the Coven's mistakes in episode 5.

In the trailer for the show we see a scene of Lilia's trial. It clearly confronts witch stereotypes, outfitting her as Glinda the Good Witch. It also clearly involves the Salem Seven in some way. She is actually shown floating/falling with them in a room with swords standing blade up beneath them. (This is definitely reaching now but the saying 'to fall on your sword' comes to mind, meaning to sacrifice yourself for something.)

In episode 2, she tells Agatha that she doesn't miss the glory days because she was chased from every village she passed through due to accurately predicting tragedy. I posit that Lilia's trial is about her overcoming her fear of her psychic magic and resentment of witch stereotypes and the heartache and loneliness this has caused her by fixing the timeline. She has to figure out how to actively control her magic to get her predictions to the right times, and the rest of the Coven has to believe her.

It's a trust fall, literally. She might have to sacrifice herself, in hopes that eventually she'll get her outbursts to the right times and be able to keep the Coven safe and whole long enough for them to save her at the end by working together to defeat the Seven. Allowing them to complete the Road "Coven true".

Agatha will be the one to help Lilia trust herself, as she did with Jen and Alice in previous trials, she is cast as the Wicked Witch to Lilia's Glinda meaning a central aspect of the trial will be their relationship. The Coven must trust each other, they have to look beyond stereotypes and let go of their preconceived notions about each other. She might be the first one, with Rio, to piece together what's happening and believe Lilia.

#agatha all along #agatha all along spoilers

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thetombedspirit · 3 months ago

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So... I could be totally wrong, but based on the new promo pictures for Avatar 3, I think the Ash People are going to be less of a tribe and more of a cult.

I mean, just look at this image for starters. The ones one surrounding Varang are wearing some freaky looking masks, and Varang seems to be wearing an outfit made entirely of Na'vi braids. That is insane and defiantly makes me afraid of this woman. So no wonder she and Quaritch team up at some point.

You can actually see glimpses of Lyle and Quaritch in the back here as Varang introduces a new kind of creature, which is also pretty dope.

In fact, you can see a LOT of Na'vi here weilding guns, like WHAT?!?!

Which brings me to another image that I think really proves that not only are these people a cult, but they're a cult that worships the Sky People.

Yep. They have air balloon ships. We literally have Na'vi Sky Pirates.

All jokes aside though, what I think is going on is that the Ash People are a Cargo Cult, a group of indigenous people who see bizarre looking strangers coming from a foreign land (or in this case, planet) and basically liken them to Gods (for better details, I recommend watching Game Theory's Minecraft Cult video.)

Anyway, what I'm getting at here is that Na'vi like Varang probably were inspired by the Sky People and their giant metal ikran that could fit more then one person, and their weapons and tried to recreate them, disregarding the way of Eywa, which likely didn't go over well with the other Na'vi. Especially after Grace's School; they were probably banished when those particular Na'vi still supported them after the fact.

But when the RDA was first defeated and sent away, Varang and those Na'vi, like the Cargo Cults of Earth, tried anything to get them to return. They wear masks over their faces, they recreated their ships, they teach themselves how to use their weapons and basically making menaces of themselves to other Na'vi.

And so, Varang become the Olo'eykte of a new clan. A clan that worships the innovations and technologies of the Sky People.

And I bet they would be very excited if they were ever to come across Miles and Lyle, humans that have been reborn into Na'vi, hence why they start working together, which would be a scary thought to think about.

But it would make sense too, because, before, when I still thought of the Ash People as a legitimate clan, I never understood why a clan would be supportive of what they're doing if they worshipped Eywa and help them attack other Na'vi. Like why side with Quaritch when he wants to help the RDA perform a hostile takeover and not Jake, who wants to preserve the Na'vi home and way of life. But it does make sense to me, if they were ostracized by their people for their continued adoration of their techniques.

In fact, if I was to really dig into this, this might explain Teylan and his fascination with human tech too. If others are just as intrigued by their tech, then so would he.

So yeah, that is my reasoning for why I think the Ash People are a cult and why they would align themselves with the RDA. Please let me know what you think and I can't wait to see this movie!!!💙

EDIT!!

So these airships...

What I may have misinterpreted as a Ash People replication of ships may actually belong to another tribe that's to feature in the film. The Windtraders.

And that makes sense with this image of Neytiri and her Ikran flying beside them. The Ikran's calm, Neytiri has no weapon ready, so I can only assume that the Windtraders are a tribe of nomadic merchants, who travel from place to place and, as the name implies, trade with other clans.

Maybe one such clan they trade with is the Metkayina, and that's how we'll get introduced to this clan and their way of living.

I still %100 believe that the Ash People are a cult, but I just wanted to clarify my mishap.

And who knows? Maybe the Ash People are scheming to steal their ships so that they can really imitate the Sky People and that's how the Sully's confront them.

Be a good way to kick start the plot is all I'm thinking.

#avatar james cameron #avatar 3 #avatar fire and ash #avatar ash people #cult vibes #i am genuinely scared of varang now #if Quaritch and Varang does happen then its a match made in Eywa #also makes me scared for spider and the other sully kids #and literally everyone #atwow #avatar the way of water #afop teylan #avatar windtraders

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lokisprettygirl · 3 months ago

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Rain to his Fire (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon 80s Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 12 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary: Daemon finds out that he was destined for greatness but it's not the journey he is supposed to take with you.

Warning: 18+, kidnapping, assault, smut, crude language, kidn description of Statutory rape, discussion of mental health (it's a fic based in a mental health facility), mention of child molestation, mention of physical assault, the fic would contain several mentions of several disorders like mpd, did etc, if something triggers you don't read, smoking

It's been a week since Daemon had rescued you from King's landing, you have had plenty of time to collect your thoughts in that warm cozy cabin of his. The dramatic change in your life, which was once so ordinary, has taken some time to comprehend. At first, all of it felt like a dream, however, as the days went by, you had come to terms with the fact that everything that has transpired was indeed real and not a product of your imagination. In just a few months your boring, mundane life has changed so drastically that it seemed surreal.

Two days after he rescued you he went back to get Caroline on your insistence, you had called her at the center pretending to be a relative and had instructed her to be at the terrace anyhow late at night, the door was barricaded but the locks were no match for Daemon's strength.

He didn't bring her back to the cabin though, when asked he simply told you that it was his special place where he came to recuperate and relax, he expressed you in clear words that the only reason he brought you along was because he wanted to share his home with you, he had been thinking about it for a while.

When you asked him whether he had the chance to go look for the book he simply shook his head in response and changed the topic altogether.

You had also been suffering through bouts of nightmares every time you fell asleep but he was there by your side, holding you close, making you feel safe, making you feel as if you were invincible around him and nothing would ever harm you again.

It was also getting harder and harder to keep your hands off each other and it's not that you didn't want to take that step further with him but a part of you always hesitated.

Things weren't exactly normal, you could pretend that you were on a vacation but the reality couldn't have been any farther, you were deemed missing and police had been looking for him because they thought he was the one to kidnap you, of course you wanted to go to the London police department and file a complaint against Viserys and Cole but Daemon convinced you otherwise, and at first you felt offended by it but then you realized that going to cops would only put him in danger since he already had a hit on his head due to the man he had hurt in the past.

“You know it's rude to snoop on other people’s belongings,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you from behind. You were admiring his book collection in the living room when your eyes fell upon the dresser below the shelf, you were about to open one of the drawers when he interrupted you.

“Where were you ?” You asked him as you turned to face him so he gave you a smile and pecked your lips.

“Went to see Caroline” he answered truthfully, making your brows perk up with curiosity.

“Mmm okay”

“Wanted to check on her well being.. nothing else” he clarified even though you didn't need a justification, not really, she was a friend and he was allowed to see her whenever he wanted.

“That's not what I..never mind”

“What's bothering you?” he asked you as he caressed your head before he leaned into you to kiss you briefly.

“Nothing I just don't like being alone here ..in the middle of the woods with animals, predators and what not-” he couldn't help but chuckle as you said that.

“Mmmm you're living with one, you realize that right?” you rolled your eyes at the statement, he was anything but a predator.

“You're not an animal.. certainly not a predator, you are a.. very special man, kind and gorgeous and so rare” you mumbled softly as you caressed his cheek, making the corner of his mouth curve into a smile. He was always shy about receiving genuine compliments, the only ones he could digest were those that were sexual in nature.

“You look good in my clothes” he murmured tenderly.

“Mmmm they're comfy but i do need to get my stuff back, I left everything behind, everything that was important to me is there in that room or I'm afraid they must have thrown it all away” you sighed so he cupped your cheeks.

“I'll get them back for you i promise”

“You shouldn't go there again”

“Someday I'd have to confront him”

“I know..it's just not safe” he chuckled as you said that.

“I can take care of myself sweetheart”

“So I'm not supposed to worry because you can take care of yourself?”

“Don't mind me, I love that you worry and that you can't live a second apart from me when I'm gone” you wanted to roll your eyes but then he wasn't wrong now was he? “They have our posters everywhere” He said to you, making you sigh in response.

“I'm officially a missing person aren't i?”

He picked you up effortlessly by the waist and walked a few steps to the side to gently put you down on the table in the living area, the gesture brought an instant rush of adrenaline.

You did look tempting in his shirt and boxers and it was getting harder and harder for him to control himself around you when you looked as if you belonged to him, the animal in him wanted to be sated and pleasured, he wanted to love you and fuck you at the same time, have your body so close to him that nothing would ever seperate him from you but he sensed your resistance everytime he was around you, he sensed your hesitation, that feeling of something holding you back, he could smell your desire for him but he also knew you weren't ready to go all the way.

“I'm on my period” you said to him as you kissed down from his jawline to his neck, it wasn't easy keeping yourself away from him but there was this lingering feeling of foreboding keeping you on edge, you felt as if something bad was about to happen to you and you didn't know how to stop feeling that way.

A moan escaped your lips as he pressed his palms below your hips and pulled you closer to him. When you woke up this morning you were surprised to find a paper bag filled with sanitary napkins, painkillers and a bunch of snacks. He knew you were about to bleed soon even before you did, his senses were intertwined with your body in a way that excited you and terrified you at the same time.

He had the ability to make you feel so important and special that it terrified you, you knew you wouldn't be able to feel that way ever again.

No man would ever be able to compare or compete.

“You think I don't know that you daft girl?” he licked on his lower lip subconsciously as his hand slid up your back and he clutched your hair between his fist, his eyes glued on your plump lips, kissing you was nothing short of an addiction for him, the longer he did it the more addicted he got to you.

“You know I'm not young enough to be addressed as a girl anymore” you chuckled as you spoke and his lips did break into a small smile.

“You'd always be my girl, little darling”

“That's cute, you're cute”

“Not the word a man likes to hear when he's hard darling”

“Mmmhmmm you're so tensed” you murmured against his mouth and he let out a lowly deep growl as you fiddled with button of his jeans.

“You're the reason”

“Mmmmhm?” you couldn't help but smile, he took his shirt off as quickly as he could while you pulled his cock out of the restraints, he then placed your other hand on his chest right where his heart was, his skin was ever so hot to the touch “Then I shall release some of that tension” you whispered in his ear as you gave him a small stroke and all you heard in response was a slight groan.

You looked down as his cock became fully erect in your hold, a flush warmed your cheek, you were still getting used to seeing a man this way, you never knew that holding a man's cock and pleasuring him could make you feel so pleased in return. He was a god amongst the men, even without the powers he owned, he was different from any other man you have ever known and you just wanted to satisfy and please a man like him. The way his cock pulsated in your grip was enough to make you wet and dripping.

“Do all cocks look this good?” you whispered and his eyes opened all wife and perplexed.

“Look at you running that filthy mouth, you couldn't even bring yourself to say the word a month before”

“You're the one corrupting me” he snickered as you said that.

“I didn't ask you to give me a handjob sweetheart” His fingers dug into your thighs as he held onto you possessively, you couldn't help but grind your hips against the table, the friction from the pad stimulated your clit almost perfectly. “The answer to your question is inconsequential because mine is the only one you'd ever get to see, and taste, and get fucked with”

And how you wished for it to be your destiny but your peaceful life with him seemed too good to be true. Two days later while cleaning you found the book stashed under the couch in the living room and when asked he barely gave you a disinterested shrug as if he didn't care to learn more about his heritage. However you did care, knowing that Daemon had been restless all his life and this book held some answers was the only motivation you needed. So you grabbed the book and his arm to drag him to the bedroom, then you both sat down in front of the study table.

“We will talk about your lying ways once we are done reading this” you glared at him so he sighed but he definitely adored it when you went all strict on him. The book seemed old but it was preserved well somehow. As you began to read you noticed that Daemon was beginning to take interest in it as well.

There was an illustration in the book that depicted the history of the dracosapiens, starting in 110 AD. It showed that the Targaryen family used to own real dragons, those majestic creatures were bonded to their ancestors since birth. As the dragons were about to go extinct, a blood ritual was performed by one of the Targaryens, and the first dracosapien of its kind was born.

This first born child was tasked with protecting the world from an inevitable threat during his lifetime and then passing the responsibility on to its offspring. The book claimed that since that time, hundreds of these creatures had been born and their duty was to protect the earth from the imminent danger that carried the ability to wipe out the majority of the population.

“I don't understand, it says the first born child is the one to carry the genes forward but i wasn't the first..i was the second son” he said to you and it confused you for a moment as well but then you realized why it had to happen this way.

“Maybe that's why he resents you so much, he must think that he should have been the one to have that honor” he hummed as you said that.

“Yeah he should have been the one” he mumbled under his breath so you placed your hand on his and disagreed.

“Perhaps the universe knew that your brother didn't deserve to have such a divine power, he is not a good person Daemon, he'd have misused it, i mean he kept the book all his life and he made you feel crazy about it, there's so much more he's hiding, he told you that your father disappeared but why would he do that? If he was the same as you then according to the scripture it was his responsibility to teach you everything about this”

Daemon sighed deeply, you always made so much sense to him and he knew he had so much to learn about his parents and especially his father. He leaned closer to kiss your cheek so you gave him a smile.

“It's kind of sexist though, just men being born as the protector of the realm” you mumbled playfully so he nodded.

“It is.. perhaps we should change that”

Your face flushed as he said that and just to hide that embarrassment you chose to roll your eyes instead even though the thought of having a family with him made you giddy.

As you flipped through the pages there was a section that sparked your interest.

“The current bearer and his mate for life would spend their days restless in their own skin until they find the other. In order to pass down the blood magic to the next bearer, the current bearer must find his soulmate in the one whose womb would serve as the collector of his seed. The right time will always bring them together in the same place. She shall be the one born with a mark on herself, a sign of a dragon's wings, for they are two halves of the same body. Only upon the union will their lost souls be find peace with each other.” your heartbeat sped as you read about the mark.

“Blimey this is utter crap -” Daemon interrupted as he rolled his eyes so you looked at him before looking down again.

“Daemon-” your eyes teared up as you turned the page and saw the sketched illustration of the said mark that is supposed to be on his soulmate “I think I have seen this mark on Carol–” he shut the book before you could even finish your words.

“Shut up okay?” he turned to you and cupped your cheeks as he leaned into you to kiss you, pouring every ounce of emotion that he felt for you. He didn't want to read any further, he didn't want some book to tell him who he was supposed to be with.

“Daemon -”

“Shhhhh don't be silly alright-” he kept interrupting you because he was afraid that you'd lean into this idea and then you'd try to push him away.

“I have no mark like that anywhere on me” your voice broke as you spoke, the reality of the situation was beginning to kick in.

“So?”

“You have a soulmate” he snickered as you said that.

“You sound crazy, you know that?”

As if everything else was completely normal about this situation. You didn't want to hurt him but if everything written in this book was correct then it was clear that it wasn't you he was supposed to meet in King's landing.

It was Caroline.

She had the wings mark on her thighs, that's what you had seen that evening when she was standing half naked on her door frame.

“This is crazy for you? You know what else sounds crazy? Your existence..but it's not..it's as real as it could be” he groaned as you said that.

“Where are you even going with this thing huh?”

“The mark..i have seen it on Caroline, it's on her thigh, perhaps you have seen it too” he let out a disgruntled sign as you said that.

“I don't care, okay?”

“How could you not care? Aren't you the least bit curious about this?” you wiped your tears, there was this sinking feeling in your gut that made you feel doomed.

“So that is it huh? You speak of it as if it's no big deal? So what now? We break up and I fuck Caroline? And all my issues would resolve magically because we were supposedly born for each other?” he asked as he stood up and began to pace the room frantically.

“I don't know what you're supposed to do with her but in the book-”

Before you could even finish your sentence he stormed towards you and slammed his fist on the table which made you flinch in response. For a moment you saw the scales appear on his face and his eyes had turned red.

He was angry and rightly so but you didn't want to fuck up his life any further then it has been already, he had suffered so much, he deserved to find peace and happiness even if it was without you.

“God damn it y/n. Am I really this easy to discard for you? Hmm?” He asked as he hovered over you, his eyes pleading with you to let it go.

“Easy? You think this is easy for me?”

“It sure looks that way. You know what? I don't want to talk about this.. you want to get the fuck out of my life ..do it..”

He stormed out of the room and you knew you had to give him time to cool down, words said in anger were hardly ever true or honest.

You needed to calm yourself as well, you didn't want him to think that this relationship and the time you had spent with each other in the past few months meant nothing to you, when it was in fact the opposite.

As you came out of the shower he was already in the bed so you quietly climbed in, he had his back turned to you so you brought your fingers up and caressed his skin slowly before you snuggled into him.

“All my life I have waited to feel something for someone, just something that would make me feel alive, that burning fire, that romance that people often spoke of, that urgent need to kiss the man you're attracted to, to be consumed by someone you're so in love with, i never thought that it existed but then I met you and I felt it all and I felt it all so quickly that it didn't even feel real at times. You think this is easy for me? Knowing that I'm not the one you're supposed to be with? That I'm not made for the only man I would ever want?”

He turned around as your voice choked on your tears and cupped your cheeks. His own eyes were teary, his skin even warmer than usual.

“You’re going to let a fucking book decide who I am supposed to be with? You're being stupid” he asked, his voice tender but desperate,

“Is it stupid though? Our thing..this..it's new, i know we have all these intense feelings at the moment but what about our future?”

“What about it?”

He huffed as he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Ten years from now it won't be the same, and you'd resent me as I'd be the reason you're not able to fulfill your destiny ..i won't be able to give you your dragon babies-”

“I don't even like kids-”

“You don't..but that's how you feel now..in this moment-”

“So what now? Caroline is my ‘soulmate’-” he airquoted the term as he wasn't really taking it seriously and you didn't blame him “So I should be with her even though I have no such love for her?” you sat up as he said that. He wasn't really looking at the situation the same way as you.

“Don't you think it's weird that she went to that same exact center as you and was put in the room right next to you? And then she was the first person to see you in your natural form? I didn't get to see you in months but she saw you the first night she met you. And how quickly you were able to trust her, remember that? Perhaps something more would have happened if it wasn't for me..i–” there was a lump in your throat rendering you unable to speak but you knew you couldn't be this person that would held him back from being with his mate “I got between you both” he turned to you as you said that, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you closer.

“You're breaking my heart”

“Not just yours -”

“Don't do this darling..”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him as tightly as you could before you held onto his face and kissed him as if you were kissing him for the last time. You wanted to engrave this moment in your head, the feeling of his lips upon yours and how it left every inch of your existence ablaze because you knew you'd never be able to feel this way again. In order for Daemon to fulfill his destiny you'd have to step out of his life.

“I want to go to the cops and tell them everything, I'll tell them that you weren't the one to hurt me but that you saved me, I'll get us out of this problem” You said as you stepped off the bed as quickly as you could, you couldn't even bear to look at his face at the moment because you knew your resolve would crumble.

“What about me? What am I supposed to do without you?” he asked you, his voice no longer carried hope, it sounded broken and hopeless, reminding you of the day you had met him for the first time.

“Do what you were born to do, you wanted to learn the truth about yourself and you did but your truth is not the end of your purpose, you were born to do greater things with your gift and you have to carry your legacy forward, that's what your parents would have wanted for you…give her a chance Daemon, maybe she's all you need in your life, how would you know if you won't even try?”

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alcoholfreenayeon · 1 year ago

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your jealous tzuyu thoughts sound amazing... how about describing them more? i need more dom!tzuyu on tumblr!

A/N: You are so right about that🤭also I’m sorry it took so long to finish this😭💔

Aching for more…

Tzuyu x fem!reader

CW: suggestive, mild smut

You were feeling a bit tired of repeatedly introducing yourself to the people but since there were so many people here who wanted to meet your girlfriend you had to bear it. It was her moment after all. An hour later, the crowd had spread into little groups and you had your girl to yourself for a few minutes. Like always, you teased with a witty comment before looking at her with a proud smile. The two of you were chatting happily when Tzuyu was called and you were left all alone.

You sigh in resignation accepting that you wouldn’t have Tzuyu until you both went home. As you take out your phone, you saw someone approaching you through your peripheral vision. However you paid them no attention until they started to introduce themselves. Looking up, you saw that it was a pretty girl, she looked somewhat familiar.

“Hey Y/n, you look really good tonight”, she complimented.

You politely thank her with a smile, she’s sweet, you think to yourself.

“I’m surprised someone like you is alone though, I’m sure we can have fun together. I tried some of the food and it’s really good, wanna grab something?”, she continues.

You feel a bit skeptical as it felt like she was suggesting something while intending for something else. Nevertheless, you thought it would seem a bit rude, like it was just trying out some of the food, right? You decided to go against your gut and followed her. She led you to the snack bar and handed you a plate of rolls.

“So, how come you are alone here?”, She asked again.

“Uh, I am actually here with Tzuyu”, you clarify tentatively.

“Wow, really?”, something about her tone changed but you couldn’t tell what exactly, “If I were her, I would keep a pretty one like you at my side at all times you know”, she says and smiles suggestively.

“Oh…uh…well, I-”, you stammer as you didn’t expect her to be so straightforward.

“Come on, you know it’s true. Why don’t you let me…entertain you till she comes back…”, she smirks and puts a finger on your cheek.

Before you could reply, a hand grasps your shoulder from behind, “There you are Y/N, I was looking for you”, Tzuyu says with a forced polite smile.

“Oh, Tzuyu, I can-”, You panic, realizing how the whole thing must have looked to her.

“It’s alright, that’s just how she tries to make friends”, Tzuyu says politely but her tone sounds hostile. "Its about time we leave anyway, its getting late."

You gulped as Tzuyu grabbed your hand tightly and led you out. “We are going home now”, she said sternly.

The drive back was in complete silence. You didn’t know whether you should explain the whole thing to her or not. It seemed like the girl and Tzuyu knew each other but didn’t like each other at all. As you both enter your home, Tzuyu suddenly grabs you by your shoulder and turns you around, so you face her and stares at you intensely for a brief moment before just as suddenly she begins to kiss you aggressively. A few seconds later, she pulls away and pushes against the wall, locking both your arms above your head with her hand and looks at you sternly.

D-did she just push you against the wall??!! "T-Tzuyu, what-", You squeaked but she cut you off by covering your mouth with her hand.

Y/n, you aren’t allowed to talk right now. I still can’t believe you took so long to tell her off. That really upset me you know. Don’t you know that you only belong to me. “She spoke with anger, no, it was more like frustration.” Now I am angry and now you are responsible for what I’m going to do.

She then proceeds to turn you around and push you against the wall again, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, kissing you aggressively while groping your chest with her free hand.

You couldn’t do anything but let Tzuyu do as she wanted as she had completely pinned you. You were feeling a bit guilty because you didn’t mean to upset Tzuyu at all, you were just trying not to cause a scene. You wanted to explain to her what happened from your perspective, but you also didn’t want to stop her kissing you. Especially with the unexpected aggressiveness and possessiveness she was showing, something about it felt…right. Like you wanted Tzuyu to do as she liked while you were completely helpless.

As your thoughts were processing what was going on, Tzuyu finally stopped kissing you and only then did you realize as you were huffing how out of breath you were. But Tzuyu wasn’t done yet, lifting your face so you could look into her eyes, “You look so pretty…...”, her hand gripping your chin slightly tighter while she pulled back your hair harder as well.

For some reason, you began to blush really hard, surprising yourself, you hadn’t been shy or nervous or anything in almost forever around Tzuyu. So why are you feeling like this now. Was it-

Your thoughts were interrupted as Tzuyu suddenly leaned in again, causing you to exhale sharply, and began to make out with you once more. A whole minute passed, and she showed no signs of stopping. Almost another minute now and you were out of breath now, “T-tzuyu”, you weakly moaned, “C-can’t breathe….”.

Hearing that, Tzuyu reluctantly pulled away slightly, both of you panting hard now, looking at each other with primal desire. You were feeling very hot, pressing your legs together tightly and being looked at like that by Tzuyu didn’t help. She started to lean in again and you eagerly closed your eyes, impatiently waiting to feel her lips again but were instead a bit startled when Tzuyu whispered in your ear, “Let’s go to our bed”.

You made your way there somewhat hastily, your thoughts hazy. Tzuyu followed you, seeming completely relaxed and stopped at the doorway, leaning against the frame, smirking as she watched you try to undress quickly.

“Stop.”, she practically ordered you causing to be startled as Tzuyu speaking with such authority was still surprising to you. “Just lay down”, she commands which you obviously follow. Unsure of what to expect from this new Tzuyu but nevertheless you are still quite excited in anticipation of what she’ll do to you next. She then finally enters the room, looking at you like prey, her eyes burning with desire.

She walks gracefully up to the end of the end and then in one smooth swoop, leans over you, placing her hand on your chest and slowly moving up onto your throat where just for a moment her grip tightens before she stops it at your jaw. She examines your face for a moment before making you look at her, “Y/N, you’ll be good to me, won’t you?”, she asks while gritting her teeth.

You nod eagerly but Tzuyu stops you. “Don’t just nod, say it out loud. That you’ll be a good girl for me.”, she orders, squeezing your cheeks.

You couldn’t believe Tzuyu, YOUR Tzuyu was going to make you say that out loud but right now you felt completely vulnerable to her, she could do whatever she wanted to you, and you would accept. You were feeling like doing anything for her. “I…. I am going to be good for you, I promise.”, you promise her. “Good girl”, she replies approving of your obedience. “Now we can continue”.

She then goes on to strip you, stopping to play with your boobs. Groping, squeezing and even lightly slapping them as she pleased. You already really turned on and all this was now really starting to drive you insane. You needed her NOW, but she was happy to take her own sweet time, practically torturing you. You wanted to scream in frustration but with the way Tzuyu was behaving right now that might not be the wisest idea to get your release, so you keep yourself quiet for now.

Tzuyu smirked to herself, proud of the effect she was having on you. She was beginning to get used to ordering you around, it was really fun. Hearing those little whines and whimpers from you as she explored your body. The way you were desperately spreading your legs each time her hands went down low. How cute of you to be so eager.

After what seemed like eternity, she finally moved her hands down to your pelvis, tracing her fingers softly over it causing shivers down your legs. When she finally touched your entrance you gasped, her fingers feeling so cold. Tzuyu rubbed her fingers in a circular motion, smirking, “Wow Y/n, you are so wet. You have been wanting this really bad, haven’t you?”, she whispered while nibbling on your earlobe. “Don’t worry I am going to take care of you”.

You could only moan in reply. If this was just the start of the main event, then all that suffering was worth it because she barely touched you and you already feel like you are in heaven. After feeling you for a few moments she finally put her fingers in you earning another gasp from you. Going knuckle deep with 2 fingers, Tzuyu began to work her magic and you felt like you could cum within moments. As if that was not enough, Tzuyu used her free hand to play with your chest.

“oh, your moans are so cute”, Tzuyu whispers, really trying hard now and it pays off almost instantly. You feel like all the air in your body has been sucked out, your eyes start to roll up, your hips begin to buckle, and you feel like your stomach is tightening and that’s when it all stops. You softly gasp, expecting a massive wave of shocking pleasure but nothing happens. In fact, your pleasure seems to be fading rapidly and then out of nowhere Tzuyu takes her fingers out of you. You feel really confused, like what is happening….

Tzuyu smiles prettily at you, “that was really fun Y/N”, and then kisses you with some passion but it feels one sided since you don’t kiss her back. Still clueless to what is happening. “T-tzuyu? I…I didn’t cum…”, you manage to say weakly.

She smiles, a hint of mischief in her smile, “Yes, I know that Y/N”.

“But…….”, you try to question.

“Mmmhhmm” She chides in, “Consider this as punishment for letting someone else flirt with you for so long.”, She then cups your cheek for a moment and gets up. “But if you are good tomorrow, I will make it up to you”, she adds before leaving you there, messy, horny, and unsatisfied.

You lay there, taking a minute to process Tzuyu just completely edged you and left. Gritting your teeth in frustration, you cover yourself under a blanket and contemplate, wow she REALLY just left you hanging for something that was NOT your fault. And she wants me to be her good girl, you scoff to yourself. I am going to be the biggest brat to her and then I will see how long Miss Iamsuddenlysomommy tolerates that then.

“You can’t even make a girl cum”

“I don’t think your mouth can do what it claims to talk about”

“You are just pretending to be so dominant right”

You smile to yourself as you think of all the things to say that will just piss Tzuyu off enough to come back for seconds.

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abarbaricyalp · 9 months ago

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I thought there was a Post-TFATWS space, but there's not, so have another Free Space fill! @sambuckylibrary

Based on a Daily Fluff Diary post! // cw: injury in the last section // AO3 Link

Knock Before Entering

It's not that Joaquin hasn't seen them make out before. It comes with the territory of spending long amounts of time with two people not only deeply horny for each other, but also just deeply in love. He tries not to think about it. Tries to forget that Barnes clearly needs an outlet for adrenaline after a fight. Tries not to pay attention when a closet door shuts on the jet. Tries to ignore the eyes Sam shoots Barnes that has them both vacating a shared space.

They're good about it. Don't get up in each other's space intentionally when he's around. Barely even touch if they're all sharing a room. One time, Barnes had even slept on the floor instead of sharing a bed with Sam. Though Joaquin had woken at some point in the night and found Sam's arm hanging off the bed and Barnes's arm reaching up so they could hold hands anyway. At least it was his prosthetic arm, so Joaquin assumed he didn't need to worry about a blood rush.

The point is, it's not a secret that Sam and Barnes are together. And they're usually pretty good at keeping to themselves.

Which is why it shouldn't be surprising but certainly is when Joaquin walks back into Sam's office from hunting down the new drone prototype he'd been reporting on and finds Sam half sprawled across his desk with Barnes crowded between his legs, following him down.

Joaquin smacks a hand over his eyes like a child. It means he drops the drone, but it's live, so it just hovers next to him. "Guys, gross!" he snaps, also like a child. It did kind of feel like seeing his parents making out for the first time.

_____

He can hear them spring apart, like it's a surprise that he's back. He'd literally been gone for five minutes tops. He just had to run to his room and get this. He'd told Sam where he was going. He hears a slight exchange of shoves and elbows before Barnes says, "Drop your hand, kid."

Joaquin does after several more seconds, when he's sure the coast is clear. Sam's behind his desk again, Bucky leaning a hip up against the side of it like he belongs here.

"Where did you even come from?" Joaquin asks finally when it seems like no one else is going to volunteer anything.

"World War II," Barnes answers like the smartass he is. "Brooklyn."

“I was gone for three minutes," Joaquin clarified through his teeth. He wants to sit down, thinks better of it, stays just inside the doorway. "What if I was someone else?"

Barnes's mouth quirks a little. It's as much a confirmation as Joaquin will ever get from the man that they are kind of their own little triumvirate. If it had happened under any other circumstance, Joaquin would be elated. Right now, he is not. “But you’re not, so relax, Tweety.”

Joaquin rolls his eyes and walks into the office, giving that side of the desk a wide berth. He sets the new drone down, along with a makeshift manual.

“Don’t go gettin’ attached to that side,” Barnes says.

“Don’t,” Sam warns.

But Barnes pushes on. “I’ve hauled him up on that side too.”

Joaquin doesn’t even both to groan. He just leaves the room again.

. . .

“Ready or not!” a small, but very loud, voice calls from somewhere else in the building.

Bucky ducks into Sam’s office because AJ is fast and if he doesn’t take cover now, he’s going to get caught. There’s a gorgeous wardrobe with a false back in the far corner, but Cass had hidden in there two rounds ago, so it’s likely to be one of the first places AJ looks. The desk is too much on AJ’s level for Bucky to hope to hide well under. By design, Bucky is too big to fit into the vents.

The curtains that hang from the windows don’t quite make it all the way to the floor, but Bucky figures his dark boots will blend into the shadows if he stands far enough to the corner. He can hear AJ’s sneakers on the tile, hurrying down the hallways and checking doors, so he jumps behind the curtain and tries to hold it still.

He jumps behind the curtain and directly onto Sam’s feet.

“Ow! Hey! I’m already here. Go find your own hiding place!” Sam hisses, shoving at Bucky’s shoulder futilely. Bucky intentionally digs his heels down into the ground. Sam glares at him, then takes a deliberate step closer. “If you don’t move, we’re both gonna get caught,” he threatens. “And you know AJ will go after you before he comes after me.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow in doubt. He was almost positive AJ and Cass were teaming up to find Sam, who had not been tagged ��it’ yet in this game. Mostly because he kept cheating by using all his flight training to get up into the rafters where, even if he was seen, no one could climb up to tag him. Well, Bucky could, but it was too much work, honestly.

“I’m faster than you,” he points out. “And I’m not above tripping you.”

Sam rolls his eyes, leans in, kisses Bucky. It’s enough for Bucky to stop digging his heels in, but Sam gets just as distracted. Actually, instead of shoving Bucky out of the hiding spot, he halfway tries to climb up Bucky’s body. It sends Bucky stumbling back, the curtain getting tangled under his foot, and they both end up crashing against the window, curtain falling away in time for the office door to get pushed open.

“Ugh,” AJ says with so much disdain Bucky kind of can’t believe it. “I knew that’s what you two were doing instead of actually hiding. It’s no fun if you don’t try!”

“It’s all Sam’s fault.” Bucky accuses. The elbow into his ribs exacerbates the ache from falling into the window sill too. Still, he puts himself between Sam and AJ. “Go find your brother.”

“Nuh-uh,” AJ insists. “I found you two. I’m gonna tag you two.”

Sam snickers behind him, squirming away from the pinch Bucky’s trying to land on his hip. “You only need one of us,” he points out.

AJ’s mouth curls to one side with frustration. “I can’t find Cass,” he admits. “I need help.”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky concedes. He steps away from Sam, towards AJ. Waits for Sam to relax. Then he grabs Sam around the waist, holding him still so AJ can run forward and tag him as the next seeker, much to Sam’s loud protests.

“Cheaters!” he cries between laughter. “Betrayal!” But it is ineffective in the long run.

. . .

There should be no one else at the compound, so Bucky’s lazily making out with Sam in his desk chair, Sam across his lap. Joaquin is doing Air Force stuff, the other young heroes are out of state or busy, the older heroes don’t really hang out there. There are no meetings scheduled, no tours, no new introductions. It’s just him, Sam, and the sunshine streaming in from the window.

It’s been a while since they’d been able to do something like this. Cap duties had taken Sam away and Bucky had been pointedly kicked off of the jet. He was still piecing it together, but he thought it might’ve had to do with Hydra. Why he was kept out of the loop with those things, Bucky couldn’t begin to guess, but whatever. In the time Sam was gone, Bucky managed to get himself hurt (which is why he should’ve been allowed on the jet) and Sam had come back so exhausted that, even when they were alone, they mostly just took the security of each other’s company to pass out for hours at a time.

But a quiet weekend and a, so far, quiet week had done wonders and now Sam is getting handsy as Bucky absently pets his chest, over his shoulder, and back down his arm. Contrary to what Joaquin thinks, they haven’t ever actually desecrated the office, but Bucky’s willing to break the streak. Especially when Sam’s fingers fall to his waistband and begin to rub out the indentions of his jeans from his hips.

“Come on, let’s break in the desk,” Bucky cajoles, opening his mouth, deepening the kiss as he licks into Sam’s mouth with more intensity than the afternoon had called for.

Sam laughs unexpectedly, sits back, stares. Bucky can tell when the answer is going to be a straight no. This is not necessarily a straight no, which is almost hot enough to get the job done on its own. Sam’s a daredevil. An adrenaline junkie. People think Bucky’s the bad influence, but it’s not always his fault.

Sam’s just about to pass his judgment, is already moving off of Bucky’s lap to sit on the desk, when the door opens. There’s no one there, which has Bucky pulling Sam away, halfway tossing him towards the window for a fast escape. His mind is already racing with the potential threat–a smoke bomb, a grenade, some other small danger that he can’t see over the width of the desk. He hears Sam grab the shield, a sure, defiant presence behind him.

No bomb goes off. Instead, an orange cat jumps up onto the desk.

“Goose?” Sam asks, lowering the shield.

“Danvers’s cat?” Bucky clarifies. “Oh, shit. No, get down!” he shouts, lunging for the cat sitting on top of Bucky’s leather jacket. But it’s too late. The cat vomits tentacles and ray guns and a glove (or maybe a hand) and slime all across the desk.

“Argh!” Bucky shouts, yanking his jacket free, which makes Goose hiss and jump down. Too late for that, Bucky hisses back in his head.

It’s only a split second later that Danvers appears, just as Goose is running out. She watches her with surprise, then looks at Sam. “Cap, I need your help,” she says. Then her nose scrunches and she looks to Bucky and his jacket. “You need to get that cleaned.”

Bucky really considers throwing it at her.

. . .

The reporters are following Sam, who is trying to answer their questions but it’s weirdly difficult to when they’re walking on his heels. The smoke of the battle is still wafting off of him, which he can’t even smell because of the concrete dust in his nostrils. The cameras flashing in his face are doing nothing to help the migraine digging through his head. He needed a med crew to tell everyone he was probably concussed and to leave him alone.

“Captain Wilson,” someone calls. It still sounds weird to hear it. That’s not really his title, but he’d stopped fighting it after the first few months. “You saved more than a dozen people in midair. How did you react so quickly?”

Sam’s shoulders and back ache at the reminder. “It’s my job,” he says. “I’m supposed to save people. These wings aren’t just a fine accessory, y’know.”

“Captain, how did you figure this plane would be attacked?” someone else asks. His office is so close. The door locks now. He has a couch with a weighted pillow that he can put over his face and drown out the lights and the noise.

“When we realized the target wasn’t physical riches, but riches of the soul and mind, it was a quick hop to the plane carrying the summit awardees and delegations.”

“Mr. Wilson, you saved lives and hope tonight. How many future conflicts do you think you stopped tonight?”

“What?” Sam asks. The words just will not slot into a logical order in his mind. “I can’t tell you anything about the future. Very good people were targeted tonight to stoke division and fear. They were targeted by bad people to get back at other bad people. It was a wholly unfair situation. I am grateful for the lives we were able to save. The damage was still large and there’s yet more clean up to do that affects hundreds of other good people. Please turn your attention, time, and resources towards doing something productive too. You don’t need wings to make a difference.”

The reporters mutter amongst themselves and Sam uses the opportunity to get a hand on the door knob, a foot halfway into his office.

“Sir, is there any update on Sergeant Barnes?”

The image of the building coming down on Bucky as he evacuates civilians flashes through Sam’s mind like a hot sword. The crackle of his comm device as it went dead mid-sentence. The silence that followed. Sam’s heart begins to thrum uncomfortably in his chest, rising up to choke out his throat. He can’t cry on camera.

“As far as I’m aware, no one has made contact with Sergeant Barnes as yet,” he starts to say.

Then the door opens. Bucky’s standing there, looking like a sight. There are bandages wrapped around his head and half of his face is bruised into a sickly black and purple. He’s covered in gashes and scrapes. His right arm is wrapped in a sling. He’s hobbling with one boot on and the other foot and ankle wrapped in even more bandages. He’s clearly in so much pain that all Sam wants to do is shove him down on a bed and keep him asleep until the serum can repair everything.

“I was dug out by the same people I had just gotten out of the building,” Bucky chuckles at the camera, like this is a normal press conference. Actually, that’s not true. If this was a normal press conference, he would be in a back room somewhere, glowering at every reporter and cameraperson he saw. He did not like public speaking. But here he is, looking like it’s his natural calling. “They made quick work of it too. Dragged me off to a med-tent. Felt right at home, huh?” he says, directing the last bit at Sam, since it’s usually Sam dragging him to medical.

Sam can’t answer. Can’t breathe. Bucky’s alive. He’s moving. He’s swollen six ways to Sunday, but he’s making jokes. He was in Sam’s office. Waiting for him.

“Excuse me, guys and dolls,” Bucky says with a wry look at the media. Wry, even though the bruising. So unfair. “I gotta do something real quick.”

And then he’s kissing Sam. It’s awkward and too warm. Both of their faces are different landscapes after the fight. They both smell terrible. Sam keeps getting medicinal alcohol in his mouth and Bucky accidentally peels off two of the butterfly bandages on Sam’s cheek as he holds his face.

It’s one of the best kisses of Sam’s life.

This time, he doesn’t let anything interrupt them.

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thegirlinvelvet · 7 months ago

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Never thought someone would call me "homophobic" over fucking pixels again but here we are looool.

Mind you this person harassed a 15 yo girl over settphel (yes). They made a whole ass post on r/apheliosmains accusing her of 'homophobia' because she made a humorous tiktok about her least favourite LOL ships, SettPhel was one of them but she clarified in the comments the reasons behind it, basically saying that it was due to the fact that some ppl tend to mischaracterize Phel and often associate him with Sett. Clear explanation, right? Well, that person still refused to let go of the accusations, which led the poor girl to privatize her fucking account. They’ve been called out by multiple ppl, myself included but still didn’t seem to give a shit.

I stumbled across their comments multiple times, one time they accused yet another girl with fairly fragile mental health of homophobia because she said she didn't really like the idea of shipping Aphelios with anyone, that he was her comfort character, and made her feel better; happy.

"jUsT saY yoU’re HoMoPhobIc anD Move On" was their answer. They keep on throwing these words under harmless posts but when I called them out and on their BS I’m wrong and homophobic????

Oh and they also criticize other people’s ships and hcs, I remember someone posting a super well-made painting of Sb Phel x Sb Thresh, and you know what they commented? "SettPhel is much better." Okay? If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Like, how can you possibly be this disrespectful? Why do you feel the need to bring up SettPhel? Are you that insecure? Over fucking pixels?

Simply INSANE. It’s like people aren’t allowed to have different tastes anymore. "No you can’t ship SettRaka, it’s gross-" "NamiPhel is weird" "You can’t ship SettEz, Sett is already-" stfu and let people live. These characters are NOT REAL, they do NOT BELONG TO YOU, stop harassing innocent ppl and let them be creative. You’re fighting the wrong fucking battle.

#rant post #they pissed me off so bad #this type of behaviour is completely childish #Ppl have different tastes #it’s completely FINE #you don’t have to make a big deal out of it #go outside #aphelios #league of legends #heartsteel

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yakourinka · 11 months ago

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I want to clarify that I don't think laterano is bad writing and serpilia being unlikeable doesn't make her a bad character. it just makes her, well, unlikeable. to me. for obvious reasons. and she also doesn't seem to have anything interesting going on for her, which is strike two

the victoria chapter squad for instance has the question of being the oppressor and the victim going on for them. rockrock is an uneducated young woman who's grown up in a very small world and now has to tackle with, like, everything that's going on. the people who are invading her hometown and the people who have become her closest outsider collaborators belong to the same category in her mind. and how much victorian history do you think people like stainless and rockrock even know? what sort of environment do you think they grew up in? see, it makes them at least a bit interesting right. like of course someone like stainless' granny would praise the steam knights. do you, as the reader, think she's a bad person?

it's just not as interesting when the wacky people from the supremacy country punch down on the one people that the entire history has already shat on. yeah, it's part of their religion and permeates every inch of their culture. it makes sense when a character is comfortably open with that worldview; you have to consider that sarkaz aren't even allowed to exist in their land. it just doesn't make them likeable. to me. still not particularly bad character writing, I guess. and also not very interesting most of the time. like this isn't firing my neurons

like KFC pope taking a harder stance on the sarkaz because of the victorian invasion and laterano's political ambitions is mildly interesting. serpilia going lmao is meh. does that make sense

#arknights #I haven't read the whole event yet I retain the right to change my mind #hey rinka this post is incomprehensible how many times are you going to edit it

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cat-dragoness · 1 year ago

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Reading Castle in the Air to out loud to my housemates (pt. 2/2)

Picking up in Chapter 14-ish:

The djinn: "He first ordered me to steal a certain moving castle belonging to a wizard in this land of Ingary."

Housemate #1: "Oh my. Howl is furious right now." Me: "Yes, yes he is."

The genie is afraid of heights! I had forgotten about that detail. I don't think the housemates picked up on it mwahaha.

(I'm actually a bit frustrated now, because I feel certain that it came up in HMC that Howl is afraid of heights, and now I can't find where that was.)

Also the carpet being so smug that Abdullah is complimenting it while the genie is just wailing irately over both heights and having to listen to Abdullah flatter the carpet is just… it's them. It's very obvious that it's them.

All right, time to finish the rest of the book in one night, because Stuff Is Happening now.

Lettie: *realizes that Midnight is Sophie*. The housemates: "What?!!"

The housemates: "But that means Howl is Whippersnapper!" Me: *actually stops reading for like three minutes laughing uncontrollably*

The housemates: "Oh no, Abdullah's going to try to help with the wards and stuff is going to go wrong."

Sophie: "I have no idea where Howl is." The housemates: "What?!"

The housemates: "Wait, Michael must be Whippersnapper!" Sophie: *immediately clarifies that Michael left before the djinn showed up*. The housemates: *audible confusion*

*magic mirrors show Morgan*. The housemates: "They had a baby?!"

It honestly is interesting, though, because technically the reader has no proof and no reason to assume that Sophie and Howl had a kid between HMC and Castle, aside from the starting assumption that Whippersnapper is in fact Midnight's kitten. I hadn't thought of it but I can see why the housemates got tripped up on that.

Sophie basically scolds the air into letting them breathe properly on the way up to the castle and it's such a Sophie thing to do. Also it reminds me of a post about some old rain-spell that was basically scolding the clouds and about that being a Sophie-esque thing and I need to find that post and reblog it.

Sophie and Howl both hate heights. This is deeply entertaining xD

Sophie's ongoing commentary on which parts of the castle used to be the bathroom, or the broom cupboard, or something else, is just too much fun. The housemates seem to think so as well :D

There is so much screaming in the last few chapters and it is so much fun to read aloud but also my voice is probably going to regret it tomorrow.

After Flower-in-the-Night convinces the djinns to send the cook and his dog to Valeria:

Both housemates: "Wait!"

Housemate #2: "It's Howl!"

Housemate #1: "What? No, it's the squid maker guy!"

(Housemate #2 just really wants Howl back. Frankly I don't blame her.)

"Abdullah thought the metal pulley noise Sophie used to make as Midnight was actually nicer than the noise she was making now." Housemate #2: *promptly starts imitating an angry cat*

Sophie: *talks the curtains into being soundproof*

And she thinks she's not a powerful witch? She basically can make anything true just by saying that it is true.

So, all of the relationships in this books are literally love at first sight, aside from the already established ones like Howl and Sophie. And that's a little… I need to not actually stop and think about that, because if I do I'll inevitably get frustrated about unrealistic relationships. So. Not thinking about that, the soldier/Justin and Beatrice are pretty cute, and I appreciate that, even in what's basically a "love at first sight" trope, they fell for each other's characters and not their appearances. It's refreshing.

The Princess of High Norland hires Jamal! *giggles in Has Read House of Many Ways*

Flower: "And how many young ladies have you kissed by now?" Housemates: "Of course her thoughts would be so simple."

Flower-in-the-Night is extremely dramatic. That is all I will say on that. But I kind of relate, honestly.

Jamal: *patting Abdullah on the head and calling him "good dog"*. The housemates: *dying laughing*

The climax has so much going on. If I thought HMC had a convoluted climax I was wrong. Castle is much more chaotic.

"Finally [Hasruel] folded his great wings and became a dog himself." The housemates die laughing, and I have to stop reading the book to catch my breath, because I barely got through that paragraph.

Just. The dog. Jamal's dog. We love him. He is an excellent dog, even if he bites everyone (because he bites everyone).

It's interesting to see Abdullah's progression from fully adhering to the manners of Zanzib, to the point where he kicks Jamal to shut him up without a second thought.

*not me pinching my nose to more accurately do Hasruel's lines after he gets his nose bitten*

The neices. I do not know what to do with the neices. I am kind of exasperated by them.

"I like them much better than princesses. Why didn't I collect fat ladies instead?" Okay, someone's going to come after me for this, but this is funny.

Sophie: "Hello. My name is Sophie Hatter. You stole my husband. Prepare to die."

Sophie is just on an entire vengeful streak after she gets un-cat-ified, and it's kind of hilarious.

Sophie: *mentions Howl*. The genie: *starts making a fuss*. The housemates: *audible screams of excitement*

It's Howl!!!

The housemates are just as "what, you didn't realize?" as Sophie is.

Housemate #2: "Man, Howl was a useless genie! Sophie must be furious with him, actively sabotaging his own rescue. Why is she not yelling at him?" Me: "First: this is Howl; what did you expect? Second: you think she's not going to yell at him? This is Sophie."

Howl, holding Morgan: "My word, he's ugly!" Both housemates: "Howl!"

But also I love how nonchalant he is about his kid. I mean, he knew Morgan existed. He probably knew who Sophie and Morgan were as soon as they showed up as Midnight and Whippersnapper. He's had time to get used to the idea. So now he's just casually holding a baby while confronting a djinn. Which I love, for whatever reason.

And now, yes, my dear housemates. Back when you realized the moving castle had been stolen and said that Howl must be furious, you were absolutely correct. Why did you think the genie wanted to ruin everyone's lives?

Howl: "Calcifer must be here somewhere." The housemates: *scream Calcifer's name right along with Howl (and me)*

The carpet: *moves*. Housemate #1's eyes turn to literal saucers because she realizes: "Of course! No wonder he only responded to flattery!"

Howl and Calcifer immediately start quarrelling and, I mean, they've been quarrelling the entire book. And it's hilarious.

*a ton of foreign ambassadors show up*. The housemates: "How did they get there?" Me: "Y'know, I actually don't know that one…"

"'Do you know me?' Howl asked. Abdullah bowed. 'At least as well as you know me.' 'That's what I was afraid of,' Howl said ruefully." Another grand moment of getting the housemates to crack up.

*the Sultan has a fifty-foot stake for Abdullah*. The housemates: "Oh, he increased it by ten feet!"

Housemates think Sophie's responsible for the ever-blooming bluebell wood at Abdullah and Flower's house. I'm inclined to agree.

In conclusion, the housemates were delighted by the book, and I was delighted by the entire experience of reading it out loud. We're going to start House of Many Ways now :D

Wait I almost forgot!

(You can't change my mind on this one)

#howl's moving castle #castle in the air #behold i exist #the horse and his boy

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the-nosy-neighbor · 8 months ago

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Update to my tv theories and framework

Spoilers ahead

About a year ago, when I started following Welcome Home, they had barely mentioned the Question Answerer, but did say they were a big time archivist and museum professional.

With the Homewarming update, we learn from W that the Question Answerer was very ill.

I had taken a photo and listened to dialogue that I believed to be from the show itself. I felt like an idiot, I hadn’t recorded anything, I was so entranced by what I was seeing.

On reflection, could this be referring to the Julierella still on the TV? Is there another image on the original website that could be described this way? I don’t think so, and it was a question I had always had about the photo.

If it were playing an animation on the TV, why did we not have any animation from the still? There was no audio from this, so this must be the one (unless you guys can think of another photo of an animation or show). I had assumed before that this shot was from the QA because of the placement of the phone and red binder.

This changes some of my recent theorizing about the televisions, which also clarifies some of the boundaries between different voices or frame work. So, in this image we have a tv, and in the next picture we have the tv static.

Is the TV where W has seen the show, only gotten a picture, and didn’t record the information? This establishes the red notebook as for sure belonging to W. I pulled a pic from the video of eovwxy, to compare and see if this video is the same TV, and it’s hard to tell. The darkness around the frame means it might be the same TV, but it isn’t conclusive. The TV in the staff-only room:

I really can’t say whether or not that is the same tv. In the original, it could be fit into a recess that makes those extra side bits. The picture above is a lightened version, so this is probably the best pic we can have of it. The second picture is too cropped to be able to tell.

That means the odd phone that doesn’t match anything is there with W as well as later being with the QA. In the information from W on awayfrompryingeyes.net, W describes a phone call coming from a toy phone and gets a recording of it. W calls it Wally’s toy phone.

I keep tinkering with the Welcome Home toy phone, or rather I have been playing with it. It plays everything as it should. The only button that consistently changes is Wally’s, which either doesn’t play at all or warbles out something incorrectly.

Today it rang for me. Sometimes it will do this, I assume a button must be jammed to consistently play that noise. Instinctively I answer it but nothing will come out. I have caught myself saying hello into the receiver in the past, but I’ve stopped now.

There is a toy phone that we see in the Playfellow exhibition that has listed that the clip is broken, so I would assume, given that information, that this phone is the one that W is referring to. I need to review the QA’s information to confirm they are also hearing this phone. Given that the wooden phone is featured so prominently, I have assumed that this is the phone that is ringing, but the red phone is much more likely, because of the broken audio and the coloring of the phone.

So, they both have had these experiences, and W describes the QA as being very ill:

Nothing from our curator who has since recovered. I don’t know what happened to them to become so unwell, to create that page.

So, this verification that the QA created staff-only, and that W considers them to have either gone mad, or potentially they were physically unwell. There is no indication yet whether it is one or the other, or both.

This is already way too long. But it does seem to strengthen the boundaries of each portion of the site. W is in charge of the main site. Wally has his doodles and hidden sound clips, ans the QA has staff-only. It does lead me to wondering who this contributor is (as mentioned by W on the secret page, that they are unwilling to upset, lest the contributor stop sending things). As always, i have a theory. . .

#welcome home #welcome home theories #wally darling #welcome home arg #welcome home project #does tumblr have a word limit?

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deathisararemercy · 2 years ago

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Hey so i was wondering if you could do a p2 to the kung fu panda au? Maybe with the second movie as the main recolved arc? If not thats fine i just really liked it lol ^^

Puss in Boots x Kung Fu Panda AU Part 2

Death x Reader

A/N: Howdy anon! I had to brush up on KFP2 for this one, but I'm glad to continue this little AU! Though I did explore Death's relationship with the reader in the original post, I mainly did that with anticipating a part two. So for the sake of having a nice narrative, at the start of this little post, the reader and Death are just acquaintances. Thank you for sending in this request!

You are living your best life as the Dragon Warrior. You're defending the valley, have five awesome new best friends, have one very cool kung fu master as your teacher (who was going to teach you all about inner peace!), and also your parent is still running the best noodle shop in the valley.

Also there's that one wolf guy: Death.

Sometimes he shows up when you're defending the valley, sometimes he doesn't. But whenever you see him, you're both glad to see each other. At least, you think he's glad to see you. Kind of hard to tell since you usually see him wearing his hood.

When you and the Five are sent to stop a gang of bandits, you're reminded that not all wolves are nice.

And you have a flashback of another panda, just like you.

Death appears (again). Normally, you'd be startled by his presence, but you're still reeling from the memory. He's Death, but he can't read minds, so you brush him off and gather the gang to head back home.

Sidenote: Yes, Death was there when your biological parent died. Yes, he could (and would) tell you more about them if you asked. But he hasn't put together the dots that you're remembering your past.

You ask your parent about your past, and now you're a bit shaken, having learned you're adopted and still having questions your parent can't give you answers to, but WHOOPSIES time for a quest.

(*Shrek the Musical Fiona voice*: Skip ahead, skip ahead, skip ahead-)

When you're out sitting on the boat to Gongmen City, you hear familiar whistling. It's Death. Initially, you freak out because now you're wondering if someone is going to die. But he clarifies that no one is dying. Yet. He confesses that he's been breaking a few rules recently, but he wants to check on you because you seem...troubled.

You talk about your nightmare.

For a minute, you're worried you've wasted his time. He's frowning and looking ahead on the river, thoughtful. "Sorry, that was a lot. I should let you get back to work doing your whole Death thing. I just...I don't really know where I belong. And it's not a great feeling. What did I do...for my parents to leave me?"

And the wolf stands up and shakes his head, quietly swearing under his breath. The things he does for love. "Mind if I tell you something?" You nod, curious. "I was there. When your parent left you in that crate." "Oh. Wait...does that mean..." "That doesn't matter right now." "Of course it matters! They could be-"' He grabs your shoulder. "Listen. They loved you very much. Both of your parents. They did what they needed to out of their love for you." "But why? And what happened to them?"

He is conveniently interrupted by the sight of Gongmen City and the Five waking up from sleep. He vanishes into the night.

You and the Five sneak into the city and see all the wolves. You're getting really sick of these guys. You try to get Rhino and Croc out, they can't leave because of the weapon, you run into the wolf boss again and you're all caught.

(Why can't these guys be more like Death? you think to yourself as you're climbing the many....many stairs in Shen's palace.)

And speak of the devil, you spot him in the shadows when you meet Shen for the first time. He looks more that displeased, paws firmly gripping his sickle handles. But he can't interfere in anything can he? Not after doing so much for you recently. You can't help but wonder if you're going to die right then and there in front of the canon. But Mantis saves you all and there goes the canon. Boom!

You try to get to Shen but you have another flashback. Shen escapes, and Death interferes again to get you and the Five out of the tower. You guys were having too many near death experiences for his taste. You all regroup together.

Once again, you are having an identity crisis, and Tigris tells you to stay behind, telling Death to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything that'll get you killed.

Luckily for you, that's not in his job description.

"I don't take orders from anyone. Especially mortals." he sighs. The wolf nudges you with a wink. "Alright then, Dragon Warrior. Go. I won't tell."

Honestly, I think if I were going to give Death an arc this 'x reader' ver of KFP2, it would be the conflict between his duty to let the everything pan out and not interfere before he needs to take souls to the spirit world, and his own desire to engage in mortal life (ie. protect you) and talk to them and learn more about them (ie. you). He's already interfered so many times, and he can tell the cosmic balance was getting a little bit out of sorts. But...

Death decides to stay back during the fight, lurking in the shadows and doing his job properly. But he is shocked when Shen tells you that your parents didn't love you. And he loses it when you nearly die again to Shen.

He carries you out of the river and looks around desperately for help. He's Death. Death can't be afraid of anything or of anyone. Death shouldn't feel fear. But right now...he's terrified. He knows everyone dies at some point. It was inevitable. But was uncertain was whether or not him being there could actually lead to your death. If you died, would it have been because he interfered and got too close?

He follows the river away from Shen and the Five, and he makes it to the Soothsayer. The Soothsayer is vaguely aware that Death is someone from beyond the mortal world, but he rests you at her feet and tells her to help you.

When you recover, it takes both of them talking to you in order for you to recover your memories and achieve inner peace. When the Soothsayer tells you that your present actions define who you are, something resonates with Death.

He joins you, the Five, and the Masters in the final fight in Gongmen. Cosmic law be damned, Death says no to weapons of mass destruction. He's going to let his actions define him and how he approaches his relationships.

Yeah, no. Seeing you make the water droplet technique your own made him fall even harder for you.

And once again, I have a link to swanpit's art because 1. This art is hilarious and beautiful and 2. I think seeing Shen and Death interact like this would be lovely and fits this fic.

But yes. Our Dragon Warrior achieves inner peace and Death is becoming more and more of his own person aside from literally being Death.

Also: on the trip back to the valley, Death tags along. And he may or may not try to indirectly ask you out to dinner. You say "Sure! Let's head to my parent's place!" and his tail is thumping on the boat's deck, causing it to tip a little. Needless to say, he's excited.

Changing timeline things from the first post so that they now occur after KFP2:

At this point, he starts showing up more frequently, during and outside of battles, and he seems more relaxed around you. And you come to learn that his presence doesn't always mean someone's going to die. He just wants to visit. (And after so long observing how people live and die, he has a chance to try living for himself.)

He starts dragging you away from training to get a meal together in town or to go on a nice walk in the mountains.

When Shifu complains, Death shrugs. "Alright then." He draws his weapons, snapping the sickles together and forming his staff. "Let's continue the Dragon Warrior's training then."

Plenty of sparring practice and playful banter between the two of you. It's so much fun for the both of you, and you start tag-teaming during battles. He joins you and the Five in your fights, always sure to use just a fraction of his strength as to not kill everyone in his path. But he reaps souls if need be.

And after all of this, in a shocking turn of events, you are the one to confess your love to Death.

And after all of this, he can confidently reciprocate that love.

#puss in boots #puss in boots death #puss in boots muerte #death x reader #muerte x reader #kung fu panda #puss in boots au #x reader #.writing #request #anonymous

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jeonstellate · 2 years ago

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selene’s concerto — movement iii

as the sun continued to reign over the horizon, a part of your history repeated itself.

◎༄ jeon wonwoo x gender neutral!reader

◎༄ time travel!au, royal!au, moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo-inspired!au

◎༄ bulleted list format — 2.5K words

masterlist | s. concerto masterlist | movement iv

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

◎༄ remember when i wrote this, this, & this? yea, me neither. but apparently it’s been ~2 years since, oml. as of rn, there should be two more parts after this. hopefully, they don’t take me another 2 years . . .

◎༄ taglist: @jadesniall (msg me to be added!)

you miraculously reached the jeon household in one piece

of course, that feat isn’t without you making sure you didn’t fracture anything

and also you making sure that there isn’t any evidence on you

bc or else the princes and your fourth cousin would bombard you with questions once you arrive

surprisingly, though, despite the mishap, you are still the first one to set foot on the jeon household

so you told one of the handmaidens there to just come and find you when the lees have arrived

most of the time, when you happen to be the earliest, you seek out prince jungkook or his betrothed

just to bother them, really

but sometimes, you opt to just let time pass by taking a nap at the jeons’ botanical garden

you don’t lie down on the flowers, ofc

(you were taught better than that, js)

rather, you climb a tree and sleep on one of the branches

(just to clarify: it’s one of those trees with a large base and thick branches, like an oak tree or smth)

(the point is, it can support your weight just fine)

not sure if that’s comfortable, but you do it most of the time anw

esp if you’re not that tired to climb one

which was today’s case

tmi but one time you were so tired that you couldn’t climb up a tree and just passed out in the gazebo

since everyone knew your favorite napping spot is up your favorite tree, they assumed they would find you there that time too

but then you weren’t, so they actually had to make an effort to be able to locate you

in the end, they found you thirty-five-ish mins later because you?? somehow?? found?? the most secluded?? part of the?? gazebo??

lmao good times good times

so yea

you slept

and forgot about wtv mishap happened to you today

unbeknownst to you, the princes started gathering little by little while you slept

“where’s [first name]?”

the princes that cared about you the most (read: crown prince joongi and fifth prince seunghoon) arrived last, so they barely started caring about your whereabouts then

“the head maid said they headed to the garden when they arrived,” tenth prince seonwoo informs his eldest brother

“[nickname] must be sleeping then,” prince seunghoon concludes

“who’s [first name]? [nickname]?” a voice asks, prompting everyone present to look at its source

“ah, wonwoo, you’re here,” crown prince recognizes his brother’s presence, “finally after seven years”

“yea,” fourth prince taejoon chimes in, “seven years too long”

“not my fault,” the sixth prince shrugs

“ya! listen to this punk,” third prince exclaims, “he sounds like he didn’t even miss his brothers”

“the border has kept me too occupied,” prince wonwoo defends himself almost nonchalantly, with no remorse in his voice whatsoever

his brothers takes immediately notice of how he didn’t even confirm nor deny prince inyeop’s accusation

but no one bothers to point it out

after all, even if seven years had already passed, their brother still seems to remain the same

the sixth prince — who inherited their father’s cold, fox-like eyes — also conceals any warm emotion he feels to appear more like ice

truthfully, all the princes have that kind of cold intimidation around them

perhaps save for the fifth and seventh prince

and maybe the tenth, too

but the sixth born arguably has one of the strongest

something that only the first born can rival

given that they both got their strengthened aura after years in the battlefield

lowk it’s debatable who has the real strongest cold aura tho, ngl

the first prince had spent more than a decade in total in the battlefield, so he’s def more experienced than the sixth prince

however, according to rumors, prince joongi has gotten “softer” ever since he got married

and no one is really brave enough to confirm it, so

anyway

however

no fight nor battle has managed to take away their affections for their brothers

even if they refuse to admit it

and they both know their brothers well enough to know that they know that they care for them

so, yeah

there’s no really need for the sixth prince to admit it out loud

so the literal translation for his reply to prince inyeop is: “i did miss you guys”

or at least that’s how his brothers heard it

“we missed you, too, hyung-nim,” seventh prince replies on behalf of the rest

“yea,” prince seunghoon adds on, “that’s why you should go fetch [first name] at the garden”

(trust the fifth prince to pass the thing that prolly would’ve been ordered to him otherwise lmao)

prince wonwoo is about to argue, mostly about not knowing who even that is, but he’s easily overpowered by his six brothers

yea

that’s right

he might be a well-decorated warrior, but his skills are subpar when it comes to winning against his brothers

he can’t be good at everything, man

“[first name] should be on one of the trees!” they called after his retreating figure, “if not, look in the gazebo!”

the sixth prince thought it would be more practical to look for [first name] at the gazebo first since it was closer

but he finds no one there, so he figures the person he is looking for is really by the trees

so off he goes

in all honesty, prince wonwoo has no idea who he is supposed to be looking for

but he figures he’d spot that person easily

after all, who else would sleep at the garden??

and sure enough, it didn’t take him that long to spot someone on top of a tree

looking like they’re in an uncomfortable position, but sleeping peacefully nonetheless

frankly, the sixth prince isn’t the one to judge others quickly

especially given that others do that to him too often for his liking

which eventually landed him an unpleasant nickname in the streets

but that’s a story for another time

but it’d be a lie to say that he isn’t literally judging the person on the tree rn

justifiably so, though, bc

who?? in their right mind?? prefers to sleep on top of a tree?? instead of somewhere more comfortable?? and safer??

like, who knows, a guest room?? or even just inside the gazebo?? on the grass??

the jeon household is wide enough to house dozens — if not hundreds — of guests, there’s absolutely no way every single room is already preoccupied atm

esp with his temporary stay, which might’ve prompted some to steer clear from the household

sure, the gazebo might be a hard, concrete surface . . . but at least there are pillows in there??

plus there’s shade there as well . . . so why wasn’t that the main choice for naps?

and as for the grass . . . they can move wherever which way they want?? bc there’s no danger of falling?? and the grass should definitely be softer for the back than the branch is??

sigh, wtv

the person’s peculiar napping spot shouldn’t be his main concern rn

esp since he has no idea how to wake them up without activating the threat of falling

prince wonwoo’s chosen first course of action is to call their name — or at least, the name his brothers addressed the person as

“[first name]? [first name]?”

he unconsciously holds his breath when the person in question stirs in their sleep, suddenly more alert just in case they fall

much to his relief and slight amusement, [first name] doesn’t wake up and fall

so he tries again, this time with a louder voice

when that doesn’t seem to work either, he increased his voice volume again

as in closer to the volume that he commands his troops with

he won’t be surprised if his brothers heard it from where they are tbh

and yet

still nothing

[first name] literally just shifted their position to face away from him

and continued their journey in dreamland

prince wonwoo could’ve sworn he heard his voice echo so it was definitely loud

so how the fck did this person sleep through it??

in that person’s defense, they’re having an intriguing dream

esp since that person happened to be you

aka someone who just got treated like a sack of potatoes earlier by a masked rider

but the prince doesn’t know that

and does he need to?

maybe

maybe not

to him, you’re literally just the person his brothers want him to retrieve

and to you, he is the voice of the man in your dreams

yk the man you kept dreaming about? the one with specs and rolled up sleeves?

(if you need a refresher, here)

yea, him

okay, but really . . . that was kind of . . .

a lie

prince wonwoo’s — although you don’t know that it’s him yet — voice is actually coming through in your dream as a voice over

like an unseen narrator whose only lines are your name

or like a heavenly being who’s urging you to step into the light

either way, it’s unsettling to hear any voice in your dream

especially since it’s a dream you’ve had for a million times already

you basically already know what is supposed to happen, frame by frame

and that voice is definitely new

God???

God, is that you???

in your defense, it’s rlly coming off as someone omnipresent

yes, the voice is strangely matching the timing of the man in your dreams

but the shape of his mouth is definitely not matching the words you’re hearing

so, obviously, that voice can only be God

sure, you might not entirely believe in anything religious but honestly, as someone who somehow managed to travel back in time, you’re willing to think of anything

even if you don’t necessarily believe in it

duh

except . . .

is God allowed to curse?

‘cause you were certainly hearing a colorful language now

mixed with your name, ofc

wait wait wait

what if—

if it isn’t God, but Sa—

Sa—

you wake up with a start.

you’re so startled by the prospect of dreaming of the devil that you

plummet down before you can even remember where you were

rip

you instinctively closed your eyes as you wait your body to hit the ground

however, the pain never comes

and as much as you’re glad you didn’t feel any pain, you’re highly suspicious why you didn’t

so you opened your eyes

just to see something oddly familiar obstructing your view

your eyes shoots up in panic, as you mentally chant

“pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’t—”

unfortunately, no matter how many times you repeated it nor how fast you said it, you didn’t seem to be heard

which is a matter you quickly realized after making eye contact with a familiar masked man

aka the same masked rider that dropped you from a moving horse

aka the person you desperately wished he wasn’t

oh, what luck

the universe really likes you, it seems

please note the sarcasm

“you!” your voice holds so much disdain

“you again,” contrary to your disdain, his voice sounds exhausted, like he can’t believe he’s dealing with you again

excuse him, but you can’t believe you’re dealing with him again, either

if anything, between the two of you, you’re certainly the one who’s against your paths crossing again the most

and, really, no one can even blame you, if ever

esp considering that he did just drop you on the ground unceremoniously

“why are you here!” you can’t even bring yourself to make your exclamation sound like a question, “put me down!”

. . .

*facepalm*

clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson the first time

and clearly, this masked man is a little too great at following commands

“why am i here?” you hear him scoff while you try not cuss him out for dropping you. again. “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that?”

“i asked you first”

“why do i need a reason to be in my household?”

at that point, you have successfully used the tree trunk to help yourself stand, but you almost lost your footing the second he said that

thankfully, you’re able to regain it before you looked like a fool in front of him

phew

“what— what did you just say?”

you aren’t rlly sure if you actually wanted him to repeat what he just said, ngl

mostly bc you aren’t sure if you want him to confirm his identity

but oh well

too late now

“this is my household,” he repeats,

“i am prince wonwoo of the jeons, sixth prince of the kingdom, fifth-in-line to the throne”

meeting the prince who completed the ensemble of the king’s alive sons didn’t change anything in your life

at least that’s what you hoped to say

unfortunately, it isn’t necessarily the case

for one, you gained an “enemy” in the sixth prince

technically, you kind of treat the sixth and the third prince similarly

except your banters with the sixth prince aren’t exactly playful

on hindsight, it’ll be better to assume that you get along far better with the third prince

since, at least, you just tease each other to make your days more interesting

there’s only so much you can do for entertainment in this era yk

however, for the younger prince, there’s a feeling of . . . antagonism, almost

it’s definitely one-sided since you’re most likely the only one who feels that way

since prince wonwoo doesn’t seem to care

but wtv

you can’t just forget he dropped you off a horse

and then proceeded to drop you again that same day when you met for the second time

he hasn’t even apologized for either one, btw

when you tried to confront him about it one time and basically told him to tell you sorry

he just rose one of his eyebrows, scoffed, and then said: “you’re the one who told me to put you down. why should i apologize for doing what you told me to do?”

. . .

you hate how he had a valid point there

but you won’t admit that to his face

so you just hmph’ed away then and gave up on getting an apology from him from then on

in retaliation, though,

since you can’t have him feeling like he won wtv rivalry this is that you have going on

that he doesn’t seem to be aware of

you decided to never be nice to him

that seems like a reasonable course of action for you, esp given that the sixth prince doesn’t seem bothered by your attitude towards him

even if he’s the only one you don’t seem to like, out of his brothers

so yea

everything seems justified

funnily enough though, even with your personified source of high blood pressure,

you still won’t trade these days for others

esp when you know what the future holds for the royal clan and everyone close to them . . .

*plays ominous music*

#jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo oneshots #wonwoo oneshots #seventeen oneshots #time travel!au #royal!au #moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo!au #mlshr!au #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year ago

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Fiction Works 1/2: Different Strokes for Different Folks

(Part 2 will be: Storytelling, Not Teaching/Preaching)

This has been on my mind lately with my fic Wasted for Love, which has brought me back to writing and posting The Best Kept Secrets in 2019 and 2020. Also, a recent bookmark comment on a fic called White Lies & Silver Bells.

What sort of boggles my mind is that even in this day and age, the concept that "everyone is different" is still so hard to grasp.

Right off the bat, I feel the need to clarify that I understand there are portrayals in fiction that can be troublesome, and sensitivity readers are a boon. However, even here there seems to be too firm a hold on what "should be." This does not take into account that everyone is different.

People accept this in a vague sort of way. "Dave likes football, and Carrie likes soccer." This goes beyond people having different favorite colors, or different skin tones. We are all born with different bodies, different genes. We are all born into different circumstances, and are raised differently. We are all molded into different people, and have different preferences, and choose different life paths.

What people also fail to take into account is: the world is a big, crazy place. All sorts of things are possible. How probable they are is another question, but "probable" matters less than "possible."

Recently, a YouTuber I'm subscribed to, Evie Lupine, posted a video about her experiences with polyamory. I've not yet watched it, but I know bits and pieces she's shared in the past about polyamory. After, on Twitter, she expressed what a mistake this was, which led to discussion in the comments about gatekeeping in the poly community.

Even I know, horribly monogamous person that I am, that there are all sorts of ways to be poly. (Maybe this is my early exposure to the internet and different people across the world, but I digress.) It's sad to me that people even in groups often scrutinized and judged can turn on each other, and claim there is a "right way" to be.

No person is a monolith. No poly person can speak on behalf of all poly people. No gay person can speak on behalf of all gay people. No disabled person can speak on behalf of all disabled people. Etcetera.

Specifically in my fic The Best Kept Secrets, both Harry and Severus identify as straight, and are each other's "exception." I knew this would be a sticking point for some people, and perhaps it was a blessing the fic didn't garner the engagement I'd originally (foolishly) hoped for. I only remember getting one comment on this point, where the person implied it was silly that Harry and Severus thought this and needed to accept they were gay/bi.

In real life I am friends with a gay man who had this experience. He fell in love with a woman, and while it didn't work out with them, he still maintains his gayness, and I dare anyone to try to tell him he's "bi, actually." He doesn't refute the experience he has. He maintains he'd fallen in love with her, but that he is and always has been gay.

We would all do well to remember that the human experience is vast and fluid. There are so many ways of being, and anyone might fall anywhere on a scale. Or what anyone might encounter or experience in life. It isn't up to you to decide what is real or not for someone else. And though Harry and Severus are fictional characters, it rubbed me the wrong way that someone would question how they personally identify. Identity belongs to the individual and is not up for debate. You don't have to personally understand each way of being to accept it.

In Wasted for Love, Harry is in a relationship with Ron and Hermione. My goal with this story is not to teach people about polyamory, or to definitively say "this is the way to do it." If anything, the opposite should be true. I'm never writing to teach lessons, I'm writing to tell stories. My stories are meant to showcase human experience. They are meant to convey emotion, and all the dirty and gritty aspects of people. I write stories about people going through rough times, and making the wrong choices.

One of my biggest fears with Wasted for Love is that people will look at it the wrong way. That it will be treated as a right or wrong way, when that's not the point. The point is to show you Harry's journey. What he feels and thinks and how his story unfolds. It is a story about human people who go through life without a handbook. They are people who live their lives based on their own choices, made backed by their own histories and knowledge and preferences.

(On that note, while I do have several poly friends, I did chat with a handful of fandom people specifically, since my IRL poly friends won't be the ones reading my fic. There was no unanimous consensus, but I'm pretty set on my path regardless. At the end of the day, I have my principles and I must abide them.)

There are all sorts of way to live one's life. All sorts of ways one might be. And to me, the worst you can do is to be so married to your own experience that you downplay or invalidate someone else's.

There are so many different connections to gender. Transpeople with body dysmorphia, and those without. People who have pronouns, or express gender in different ways. So many ways to "mix and match", so to speak. My nonbinary friend who uses she/her pronouns, but also likes being called "king" and "cowboy." People with different feelings towards their bodies, or gender expectation and expression. All unique.

There are so many ways of being asexual. A whole spectrum of asexuality! Those who are sex-repulsed, and some sex-favorable. Those who are also aromantic, and those who long for romance.

On that note: the difference between sexual attraction and sexual activity. The differences between sexual attraction and activity and even libido. Allosexual people with low libidos, and asexual people with high libidos! There's sexual attraction, and romantic attraction, and sensual attraction, and aesthetic attraction!

There are all sorts of ways to have relationships. Monogamous, or polyamorous. Romantic partners who are highly sexual, and those who are celibate. Friends with benefits. Queer platonic relationships. Marrying your best friend and sleeping with your longterm boyfriend. Who cares? If everyone is a consenting adult, who cares what your life looks like, as long as you're all content?

Perhaps this is a real world application as well as a fictional one, but it always grates on me when it comes to fiction. The world, the REAL world, is ripe with possibility, and fiction is a way to play with and expand upon that possibility. And seeing people's narrow-mindedness creep into a fictional space is such a disheartening thing.

There are all sorts of people in this world living all sorts of lives. How unique each person and their experience is is a great and beautiful thing! You miss out on so much by not reaching out to others and opening up and listening to them and learning from them.

Your way is not the only way. And what a sad world it would be if it was.

#danpuff stuff #danni is problematic and controversial and does not care #commentary #ranting #blah blah blah idk #this has been on my mind for so long okay??#TL;DR people are different please accept it

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princess-lvcifer · 1 month ago

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five is a crowd

ihsahn/samoth/faust/preg!reader • +5K • angst/fluff/humor/implied smut

summary: reader is in a poly situationship with almost all Emperor members and she gets pregnant by one of them

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if something's weird expressed. Esto es más gracioso en español asique si hablas español ya sabes: 🇪🇸 Crossposted on my AO3: 𖤐

Also sorry if not but here you're going to be a skinny legend like me.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

She didn't know how because she had taken precautions, but it had happened: She was pregnant by Vegard, Tomas or Bård. When had it happened? The time she had sex with all three at the same time, or one of the many times she had sex with only one of them? All she knew was that she hadn't had a period for two months.

She wanted to have it, but didn't know how to announce the news. In the end she plucked up the courage and gathered the three of them in the flat where she lived alone, a small flat but at that moment it was enough for just her. The three greeted her with a kiss as soon as she opened the door: Bård was the first to enter and greeted her with a quick kiss on the lips, Tomas was the second and kissed her on the cheek, and last but not least Vegard, who stood up to put one of his hands on her shoulder and one on her cheek to kiss her on the head.

"How have you been?" asked the vocalist after that gesture. He seemed too interested to know how she had been, but she didn't think anything of it.

"Well, come on in," she said as she closed the door and waved her arm, pointing to the living room. "Sit on the sofa."

Said and done, and she was standing in front of them. When she called them in they thought it would be for another crazy afternoon of sex all together considering the last time was quite fun, but seeing how restless she was they quickly knew something was wrong.

"I have something VERY important to tell you," she said seriously, clasping her hands around herself for comfort and support. Seeing that they said nothing and waited anxiously for her to announce whatever she had to announce, she decided to break the news once and for all: "I'm pregnant, and one of you is the father."

Bård's and Tomas's eyes widened as they separated their backs from the couch, and Vegard fixed his expressionless gaze on a fixed point on the floor, arms and legs crossed and back still leaning back against the couch.

"What!?" asked Bård, clearly surprised. And how could he not be?

"I told you so," said Vegard, and all eyes went to him.

"What do you mean, "I told you so"?" she asked with a frown, and he finally looked at her.

"Because you've been looking prettier lately," he said causing a blush to appear on her face, still confused and surprised. "Also because you haven't had alcohol in weeks," he added calmly, and she understood his behaviour better a few minutes before. "Speaking of alcohol, you owe me a beer each," he said to his bandmates, making it clear that they had even made a bet.

"But we used condoms all the time," Bård said confused and surprised.

"Accidents happen," she shrugged, "probably one would be broken or broke on the spot," she clarified.

"Are you sure it belongs to one of us?" Bård asked.

"Fuck man, I'm a slut but not that much. I only fuck you guys," she said half jokingly and half seriously, and he raised his arms in self-defence, as if he was a criminal surrendering to being caught at the scene of a crime.

"And... What are you going to do?" Tomas asked what everyone was dying to ask, what everyone was dying to find out.

"I want to have it... I know it's a difficult situation as we are young, neither of us is my partner formally, neither of us have money to spare and we can't know who the father is until the baby is born, but even if the father doesn't want to be in my life or the baby's life I will understand. I can raise it with the help of my family. I have only told you this because I think you have a right to know and so that you will understand me these months."

"I'll support you, whether you want me to or not," said Vegard seriously, pulling his back away from the sofa and settling in.

"So will I," Bård hastened to say.

"And me too, I will do my best," said Tomas.

"Really?" She asked with a mixture of emotions inside her as her eyes watered — she was surprised, confused and touched that the three of them supported her, though she didn't know to what extent they intended to. Did they support her only in her decision, in the pregnancy, or would they support her in the support and upbringing of the baby as well? She didn't want to ask the latter, she was afraid of the answer. In time she would find out.

"Of course," Vegard replied. "I think I speak for everyone when I say we love you."

"Thank you," she said starting to cry, and they all got up to hug her. "I love you too, very much."

She made it clear that the only people who knew were her closest family and best friends, and that she didn't want anyone else to know for the moment — she wanted to wait, to announce it after the first trimester.

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Although the fantasy of not knowing who the biological father was so that all her parents would be equal and none of them would be left out was quite nice, they all knew that as soon as she was born they would have to find out who her biological father was: both the baby and she would have to know his origin because of possible hereditary diseases, and it would be confusing for the child to have three fathers and three paternal families. It would also be confusing for the rest of society and for her in-laws, who didn't yet know that their children were going to be fathers. They planned to tell once the baby was born, as much of a surprise as it was, and the other two would be the godparents. Not that they didn't want to tell them, but how could they explain the situation so that they would understand and respect them? Both they and she feared they would be treated badly as they were older, more traditional and protective of their children, with good reason. (Also, to be honest, the idea of having six in-laws terrified the young woman).

They couldn't live with her completely, and she couldn't live with them — they had to live with Terje to rehearse often, and that was no environment for a pregnant woman and a mother-to-be with a baby to live in. They had to have their space as a band, and both she and the baby would need silence and quiet. Still, whether it was just one or two or all three of them, from time to time they would go to her house, whether it was for a quick visit, a sleepover or a few days.

Before the announcement, all three liked her and didn't hide it among themselves or in front of anyone. All three had sex with her, they knew it and didn't feel jealous about it. But as time went on, added to the fact that the three of them started to fall in love with her, and the fact that she was probably pregnant with their baby, the three of them started to fall in love with her. They started a competition to win her heart, although it was a healthy rivalry.

Despite not saying "I love you" for fear of not receiving an "I love you too" all three made it clear that they loved her with other words and their actions. So did she, despite not saying "I love you" when alone with one for fear of deluding or confusing him, or saddening and angering the other two when they found out she had said such a thing.

She also wanted to formalise the relationship but at the same time she was afraid to have that conversation; she just assumed that they were already dating because they behaved as such, although since she hadn't talked to them, technically they were free to leave her without explanation and go with someone else, an idea that was beginning to terrify her more and more every day. She felt she had no right to ask them for exclusivity and to be jealous. She felt selfish.

It was one day, when Tomas hinted that he should get a proper job to help her financially while they were alone at home, that the conversation came up. Whenever one of them (especially Vegard) started hinting that he should get a regular job to help her with the baby, she always replied "If you leave Emperor, I'll leave you" because she didn't want either of them to give up their dream.

"Oh, so we're dating," Tomas said once with a sly smile after she had said such a thing, resting his hips and hands on the kitchen table.

"Sure, isn't it obvious?" she asked with a shrug, standing in front of him.

"Well, not so much, neither has asked the other and you've got two others behind you..." He shrugged now, a little more seriously as she sighed deeply.

"...Sometimes this is very easy, and sometimes it's very complicated..." she said wearily.

"Yeah... We don't have examples to go by."

"I feel that if we put labels on it, it's easier to do harm, and I don't want anyone to suffer..." She said apologetically as she shook her head. "I know it's weird and greedy of me," she said as her eyes began to water, "but I love all three of you because all three of you are wonderful and important to me, and I want all three of you to be my boyfriends, but I also want me to be your only girlfriend," she said as her voice began to crack. "I couldn't blame you if you got tired of this and went off with someone else."

"Hey no, it's fine," he said worriedly as he pushed himself away from the table and moved closer to her to put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you see that we care about that much? If that were true we would have left sooner, don't you think?"

"I don't know," she answered as she wept and shook her head.

"Well, I do. It's true that sometimes we compete to stand out and for your attention but we're not going to kill each other until there's only one of us left standing, not because we don't love you but because we're friends and we love each other too. Maybe not so much as to bust each other's asses," she gave him a little smack on the chest trying not to laugh, "but you know what I mean."

It cheered the young girl up and also made her laugh, which often happened in serious moments or when Tomas tried to cheer her up. It partly annoyed her that he made her laugh when she pretended to be serious or angry, but for the most part she loved it and was grateful to him for being like that and always bringing a smile to her face at times when she needed to smile the most.

"Don't cry, okay?" He asked her as he pulled her close to his chest to finally hug her, "You look so ugly when you cry."

"What a fool you are," she said as she laughed and cried at the same time, hugging him tightly as he kissed the top of her head.

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With Vegard she used to go shopping for (or rather, just to look at) gothic clothes and jewellery, they watched romantic films she suggested, he dedicated songs to her, wrote her poems and love letters, took pictures of her, said compliments all the time and called her princess. And he wanted to take her to romantic dinners, but there was hardly any money and he wanted to save for when the baby was born.

"Never mind the plan or the food," she said opening a bag of crisps with her back against Vegard's chest, who had his back against the old grave in a cemetery they were visiting one morning, "it's the company that matters."

"But I want to give you the best..." He wrapped his arms and legs around her, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

"Don't be silly, I'm a simple girl, we don't need to go to a fancy restaurant. I'm already happy like this, here with you," that made the young man smile, who gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her tighter while she offered him the bag to take a french fry.

With Tomas she used to go to history and art museums, watch documentaries on those subjects with him, go to the library to get books, and take walks in nature holding hands where what they heard the most was their laughter, as they made each other laugh a lot.

"Do you think they are exploring their bodies?" Tomas asked her in a whisper, as they were cuddled up in her bed and the other two were outside the bedroom, in the living room using the sofa-bed they had just got so all of them could sleep comfortably in her house. Instantly she burst out laughing, and sure the other two heard it from outside even though the door was closed.

"Yeah, Bård is probably kissing Vegard right now, just like this," she said leaning in to kiss him on the lips as they both smiled, putting her hand on his cheek and stroking it with her thumb.

"Mm, good for him then," he said before kissing her again and changing position, settling down on top of her.

With Bård she used to watch scary movies either at his house or in Helvete — she often went to visit him in the shop, and they read comics and magazines together. When neither of them didn't feel like doing anything they would just cuddle together in silence or listen to music. Also, as he was Øystein's best friend, she had the privilege of being able to go to Mayhem rehearsals from time to time, where she would sit on his lap, teasing him. He was the easiest to warm up to and the most passionate.

They both excused themselves for a moment and locked themselves in the bathroom while said band rehearsed, wanting to calm their physiological needs. He was sitting on the toilet seat with his hands on her waist, and she was on top of him holding tightly to his shoulders as they both cummed and moaned without shame or fear of being heard, as it was impossible to be overheard while Necrolust was playing in the other room.

"Fuck, I never want to wear a condom again in my life," he said breathing heavily and throwing his head back after cumming inside her — that was a perk of having a pregnant girlfriend, and he had quickly gotten used to it. "It feels so good..." he added, and she laughed as she too tried to catch her breath.

In general she did a lot of things with the three of them and had tastes in common with all of them, but each one was unique and excelled in certain areas — Vegard was very responsible and romantic, Tomas was very funny and Bård was very passionate. Not that the others were not responsible, romantic, funny or passionate — but each one was different. She loved them more and more every day and couldn't bring herself to walk away from any of them.

When they finally broke the news to the rest of the inner circle they were all surprised, but congratulated. Still, the reaction she was most worried about was Terje's. She worried that he would take a dim view of her. She was worried that he would think bad of her, that he would speak ill of her behind her back and in front of them and others trying to turn them against her, that he would compare her to Yoko Ono or Nancy Spungen... She didn't want to be a busybody or cause trouble — that's why she didn't go to rehearsals even if they invited her and insisted, she just went to their concerts, helped them with make-up backstage and go to after parties.

"And what about when the baby is born?" he asked in confusion when they gathered him together to tell him the news. The only thing that was a surprise to him was the pregnancy, he already knew that everyone was in love with her and had a relationship with her, more formal every day.

"It won't change anything," she hastened to assure him, shaking her head, "you won't miss them, they won't miss any rehearsals or recordings and you can go on giving all the concerts you want."

"And what about you?" Bård asked turning his neck quickly towards her. "To look after the baby alone?" he asked almost offended because he thought the idea was so stupid.

"I can manage a few hours on my own looking after a baby — all they do is sleep, suck tits and shit. And if I need help I can go to my family or a friend, don't worry so much about me and worry about your band."

She wanted to get it into his head and the rest of them to take the band seriously and not give up on Terje and their dreams for her and the baby, apart from the fact that, although sometimes she was touched by the fact that they cared so much about her and appreciated it, other times she hated that they were so on top of her — she felt overwhelmed, she felt that they saw her as a porcelain doll that was going to break at any moment and in reality she was a strong and independent woman in many ways, despite having three boyfriends.

The moment she closed her mouth and everything fell silent she realised how serious and annoying she had sounded without meaning to, and she regretted it.

"...Well," Bård whispered averting his gaze, trying to sound unbothered by the answer he received and grimacing, unconsciously raising his eyebrows.

"Well, then..." Terje shrugged subtly, a little uncomfortable with the scene and still trying to process it all. "Congratulations to everyone, I guess," he congratulated with a forced, awkward smile.

"Thank you," said Vegard with a slight nod.

"And have you thought of any names yet?" asked the bassist trying to change the subject of conversation, but not to a too abrupt one — one that was still related to the news he had just received and that wasn't a too personal and invasive question, like "And what do your families think about it?"

The four of them were walking down the street, back to her flat in the evening. They weren't talking about anything specific, and Bård was suspiciously silent after the pregnant woman's reply. There was a certain tension in the air, and Vegard and Tomas gave them space to talk, walking faster to leave them behind and pretending to talk about something important between them. The other two understood them quickly.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to be so rude before," she said apologetically walking beside him, holding her own hands nervously and seeking comfort. "It just came out that way," she shrugged. "I'm so grateful to you and the rest, you're wonderful and I couldn't ask for anything more, but I really don't want you to give up your dreams for me when I can manage on my own."

"I know, but... I don't want you to be alone," he said sadly, crossing his arms as they began to slow their steps. "I want to be a good father and a good husband."

The pregnant woman's eyes opened like vinyls at that last word and all her blood rushed to her cheeks. Husband. She had never discussed marriage with them, the idea made her nervous because it would mean choosing one, just one. After assimilating, or rather, ignoring what she had just heard and a pause in which she swallowed saliva, she decided to speak again.

"I won't be alone, I have my family and my friends, I've said that before."

"It's not the same," he said even more saddened.

"I know, but..." she said in the same tone, pausing the conversation trying to find the right answer and understanding perfectly what he was referring to: his parents' divorce. "The baby won't notice you're not there."

"But you will," he replied and there was another pause.

"I'll be fine knowing you're doing what you love. Just don't worry about anything, okay?" she asked taking his hand and gently bumping her body against his.

"Okay," he said bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it, and then he leaned down and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips.

As they approached each other Vegard put his right arm around Bård's shoulders, and Tomas put his left arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

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More weeks went by and her belly grew bigger and bigger, and seeing her doctors confused to see her turn up at every doctor's appointment with a new boy was quite funny, their faces of confusion and surprise were priceless.

"Do you want to know what it is?" asked her gynaecologist while she was doing an ultrasound after telling them that everything was fine. The couple looked at each other waiting for the other's answer.

"Don't look at me," he shrugged, "you're the one who decides," he added and she laughed.

"Yes please," she replied looking back at her gynaecologist.

"What do you want it to be?" she asked.

"I don't care, I'll love it anyway," said Vegard.

"Me too but I'd prefer a girl, to be honest," she said slightly embarrassed, and the gynaecologist began to laugh.

"It's a girl, congratulations."

The couple looked at each other smiling from ear to ear, she had to stifle a scream and he couldn't stop himself from leaning over to kiss her.

She wanted to tell her family the news in person, and they wanted to meet their future sons-in-law once and for all, so it was time to introduce them.

She was sitting quietly on the sofa in their house, reading a metal magazine while the others were off grooming themselves, stressing out.

"Are you done already or what?" she asked wearily, craning her neck back and sliding down the sofa, putting the magazine aside.

"Not yet!" Vegard answered from the bathroom, in front of the mirror as he pulled his hair into a ponytail. To his right was Tomas removing his black nail polish with acetone.

"Get out!" said a stressed Bård, whose nerves were taking too much of a toll on his belly.

"God, and then they say about women," she said half jokingly and half seriously, and Terje, who was sitting on another sofa also with a magazine, snorted through his nose.

They put away the satanic star jewellery and the metal shirts, despite her telling them that her family were already used to such things for her and that they wouldn't freak out, that they should just be themselves.

They were finally ready and it was time for them to go to her parents' house, where they would eat. The three of them felt like they were going to the battlefield, they felt like their hearts were going to burst out of their chests and maybe other things elsewhere (especially in Bård's case) — she was the first girlfriend they had ever had, so they had never had in-laws and they had never met their in-laws before. She assured them that her family were all lovely and that they had nothing to fear, but still they couldn't help but be nervous.

Luckily she didn't exaggerate when she said that her family was charming — her mother and little sister gave each of them two kisses as soon as they were greeted at the front door, and her father gave them a friendly handshake. They thought perhaps she had paved the way by putting in a good word for them, and wondered what she said about each of them. They were welcomed with open arms and all three tried hard to make a good impression, and succeeded.

"What about the next one?" asked her best friend when they met one night in a bar with more people from the scene, being the first to arrive and waiting for their boyfriends and other friends to arrive.

"One is enough for now," she replied. "This one hasn't even been born yet and you're already asking me about the next one?" she asked laughing and raising an eyebrow.

"One boyfriend isn't enough for you, but one child is enough?" asked her best friend in the same tone.

"We are a big family, but not in a traditional sense."

To be honest, she was afraid that as soon as the two future godparents knew that the baby wasn't theirs, they would look for a bride who only had eyes for them and who would assure them of a child with their blood. She thought maybe she could get pregnant again and give them each a child, but having three children seemed too tedious for her and she couldn't see herself supporting three children on her salary alone and what little they were earning at the time with the band.

At one point a guy approached her trying to flirt with her by offering her a bottle of beer, which surprised her: between the bad lighting of the place, the table that covered her torso and the huge sweatshirt she was wearing on loan from Vegard that covered her growing belly she understood that he didn't see that she was pregnant, but even before she started dating them they didn't usually approach her with those intentions.

"Oh, I don't drink, I'm pregnant, but thanks anyway," she said kindly.

"Oh," the boy exclaimed without thinking, surprised and scanning her up and down quickly, "do you have a boyfriend?"

"Actually, I have three," she said holding back her laughter, and as she said so three figures behind him coming through the bar door caught her attention and made her grin from ear to ear. "Look, here they come," she said nodding her head behind him, and he turned to look at them as she got up to approach them to greet them with hugs and kisses. He paled and walked away.

"Who was that?" Tomas asked after kissing her, not clearly jealous but not thrilled either.

"Nobody, he was trying to hit on me," she said waving her hand, playing it down. "I've already made it clear to him that he didn't stand a chance."

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She and Tomas were in bed, cuddling and kissing. That night it was his turn to sleep with her in her bed, and the other two on the sofa-bed in the living room. The atmosphere was getting warm, and he turned on the lamp on the bedside table and took off his shirt, then tried to take off the sweatshirt she was wearing, but she stopped him.

"Don't you want to?" he asked stopping to kiss her, worried that she might be tired.

"No, it's not that," she shook her head in a whisper.

"Are you cold?" he asked worriedly, grabbing the sheet to cover her.

"It's just that I'm fat," she dared to say embarrassed and uncomfortable, her eyes watering. She had been feeling strange and uncomfortable in her body for some time because of so many sudden changes.

"No no honey, you make my cock fat," he said half jokingly and half seriously, and this made her laugh.

"Fool," she said punching him in the chest. "You're lying."

"No. And even if I were, it would be a white lie to make you feel better," he said almost without thinking and shrugging his shoulders, and this was confirmation to her that she was — that she was fat and that he was lying. She began to cry, got up from the bed and left the room, looking to others for opinion and comfort.

"What's wrong?" Vegard asked worriedly getting out of bed, and Bård did the same.

"I'm fat," she announced crying.

"Of course, you're pregnant," Bård replied holding in his laughter as he shrugged his shoulders, and Vegard gave him the evil eye and gave him a not very gentle slap on the arm to shut him up. "Ow!"

"What the hell did you say to her?" Vegard asked seriously to Tomas who came out of the bedroom behind her while the vocalist got out of bed to go with her to hug her.

"I told her she wasn't fat, she told me I was lying, I told her no and that even if it was a lie it would be a white lie," the guitarist replied stressed.

"You too..." said Vegard while hugging her. "Come on come on, that's it princess."

"Have you ever seen a pregnant woman before?" Bård asked his girlfriend half jokingly and half seriously, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Didn't you know you were going to get like this, or did you think a stork was coming?" The other two weren't too amused, but were internally grateful that he was trying to cheer her up with humour.

"Of course I did, but it's a very sudden change and I look very strange!"

"But you look beautiful, my love," said Tomas approaching them, and Vegard separated from her so that now it was his best friend who cheered her up. He said "Thank you" with silent lips, "How can you not look beautiful? You're carrying our baby. Your change is natural and temporary. I didn't mean what I said before, I'm so sorry," he said hugging her, and she accepted the gesture. "I didn't mean to offend you, you know I don't like to see you cry."

Her hormones were raging, anything could make her cry, and it didn't help her nerves that the baby was getting closer every day, as her belly was getting bigger and bigger. She could already feel her kicking and turning, settling in and getting ready to go out soon to meet them. They were almost ready to receive her, the only thing left to do was to get the house ready.

The three of them scanned the creature's face, not with the intention of seeing features that resembled them, but out of genuine curiosity, interest and love. They considered her the most beautiful thing in the world next to her mother.

"Here are your daddies, my child!" she exclaimed in a whisper, smiling from ear to ear.

For the moment, she could still say that she belonged to all four of them — they had not yet done any kind of test, but it was only a matter of time before they could register her with her biological father's surname. In the meantime, they would enjoy the moment.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

A/N: I decided not to give details of the timeline, not to narrate the crimes, to leave the ending open and not to narrate who the biological father is. If you want to imagine that they did commit crimes or that they will commit them even if they have a daughter fine, and if you want to imagine that they didn't that's fine too. Tell me which of the three was your favourite and who the biological father is for you.

If you want an angsty second part where Bård's the father, read this

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ihsahn x reader #samoth x reader #faust x reader

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