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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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Tales From Adventure Land

Summary: The Barber Family takes a trip to an amusement park. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Sisterly Squabbles, Light Cursing, Barber Family Fun, Minors DNI

A/N: Written on my phone from my hospital bed. Thanks for all of the well wishes. I appreciate them! I hope this makes you smile. And cheers you up if you need it. Part of Growing Pains. All feedback welcome! All mistakes my own.

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Your little family walks through the doors of the Adventure Land Theme Park, ready for an exciting day of fun. Your babies had been bouncing with glee since they’d woken up this morning, and it was absolutely adorable.

“Mama look! Mama look!” Katrina exclaims, pointing her little finger at all of the rides.

“I is so excited I canna breave!” Yells Bianca. “Sissy, we goin’ on all dah rides.”

You and Andy laugh and begin making your way over to the part of the park dedicated to children. “Alright, ladies. I know you’re super excited, but you need to make sure to hold our hands so that you don’t get lost.” You remind them.

BiBi immediately grabs yours, while KitCat goes for your husband’s hand.

Once you make it to your destination, both girls are practically vibrating.

“Okay,” Andy begins. “We’re going to take turns choosing what rides to go on, starting with Katrina. Which one should we try first?”

She looks around, her little lips pursed in concentration. And then she sees it…

“Wanna do the Creamy Cones!” She says, pulling on her father’s hand. The ride she was referring to was a bunch of spinning booths shaped like different looking ice cream cones. And thankfully, there was virtually no line.

Which meant you all would be next to ride. Perfect!

“Perfect! Let’s go.”

The squabble starts when it’s your turn to board.

“Wanna ride dah cone wif’ sprinkies!” KitCat tells you.

“No!” BiBi stomps her foot. “Want dah one wif’ pink ice cream.”

“No!” Your youngest daughter yells. “Dis my turn!”

“Don’t care! My cone is better dan’ yours!” Your older baby sticks out her tongue.

“Mama, sissy bein’ a meanie!” She proceeds to stick out her tongue.

“Am not!”

“Girls, that is enough. Keep acting like this and we’ll leave right now without riding anything.” Andy warns them in his best dad voice.

“How about we compromise and pick the one that has pink ice cream *and* sprinkles?” You say, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Okay.” The both grumble. Once you’re all buckled in and you hear them signal that the ride was about to start, you explain how everything works to them.

“Girls, see this big wheel right here? We’ve got to turn it as fast as we can so we can spin super duper fast. Ready?”

They both nod as the cone begins to move, and then you all begin to spin. And spin. And spin.

You and Andy nearly lose it at the sound of their hysterical giggles. They were loving it!

“We spinnin’ so fast, KitCat! We gonna be dizzy!”

You keep spinning, with Andy using his superior strength to make sure you keep moving like crazy until the ride is over. When it is, you unbuckle them - and they’re still laughing.

BiBi throws her arm around her little sister’s shoulder. “Good pick, Sissy. Good pick.”

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Next up is Bianca’s turn. And you already knew what she pick. Because the moment she saw the swings, she nearly lost her mind.

“Daddy!” She tugs at the fabric of his shorts. “I wan’ dah swings! Please!”

He smiles down at her. “Sounds good to me, kiddo.”

You go to wait in line. Time passes rather quickly as your babies chat and giggle amongst themselves. You lean over to capture Andy’s lips with your own. It’s a hot, yet brief kiss.

“Eww!” You hear, your tiny duo clearly disgusted by your display of affection.

You smile and do it again.

When it’s finally time for your turn, you place the girls between yourself and Andy and patiently wait for the attendant to buckle you all in and safely lower the bars.

“Canna wait!” BiBi yells, bouncing in her seat. As soon as the swings get going, both of your ladies scream in delight, and keep screaming as you all go higher and higher.

“Oh my goodness, KitCat! We so high, we goin’ to space!” Her little legs kicking in the air. One of Katrina’s hands let’s go of the bar to grab your other baby’s hand.

“To duh stars, Sissy!”

___

Once again, it’s Katrina’s turn.

Her pick? The merry-go-round. You and Andy share a glance. That particular kind of ride had a special place in both of your hearts.

“Horsies!”

When it’s your time to step up onto the platform, your girls immediately race to find their horses. Your youngest picks a black horse sporting a golden mane with intricate silver swirls, while your oldest gravitates towards a white and pink Unicorn.

You go for the light blue one with a purple mane. And Andy, at your little KitCat’s instance, joins her on her horse.

“Ride wif’ me, Daddy!” Knowing that these kinds of moments wouldn’t last forever, he’s quick to hop on and hold her close.

Both your babies squeal as their mounts begin to move up and down.

And your heart just melts.

___

Twenty minutes later…

“Alright, sugar plums. I think it’s time we sit down for a little snack, huh?”

“But, Mama! It’s my turn.” BiBi starts to whine.

“Bianca, you’ll still get your turn. But Mama is right, it’s snack time.” Andy tells her as you approach a few snack booths. “Now, do you want popcorn, candied nuts, cotton candy -“

He’s immediately cut off by their dual shrieks of “cotton candy!”.

One orders blueberry, while the other orders bubblegum. Meanwhile, you and your hubby opt for nachos. You make a face when he asks for jalapeños.

“Gross.” You grumble.

“What, Y/N? You can’t eat nachos without jalapeños.” He responds with a patronizing smirk. “It’s too bad they don’t have olives.”

“You’re disgusting.” You tell him. As you pretend to gag.

“And you have an uncultured palate, my love.” He fires back. You order an extra side of cheese sauce snd then punch him in the kidney, making him grunt.

Your little family finds a table where you dole out napkins, water, and (of course), cotton candy.

You and Andy immediately dig in to your junk food, as do your babies. BiBi does a little dance when she bites into her bubblegum flavored treat. But KitCat, she’s not so pleased with her choice of blueberry.

“I don’t wike dis’.” She announces to the table before turning towards her sister. “Sissy…switch?” She asks with a pout.

Your older daughter pins her with a glare before looking down at her own cotton candy. Finally she hands hers over with an annoyed huff. “Here.”

“Yay!”

“That was very nice of you, Bianca.” She preens under your praise. “Katrina, honey, what do you say to your sister?” You and Andy both raise an expectant eyebrow.

“Fanks, Bianca.”

“Welcome.”

___

After snack time, you and your squad are back at it.

BiBj opts for the water log ride. And since you didn’t see any signs about potentially getting wet, you were game.

Boy, were you wrong.

Things started off fine at first. The log itself was just big enough for four and lightly bobbed up and down as it made it’s way around the so-called lazy river.

And then the ride got a little bumpier, making your girls squeak and squeal in delight. And that’s when you saw it.

The damned log was headed for a cascading waterfall, followed by what looked like a little dip. You weren’t worried about the latter, but that waterfall did not look friendly.

And it wasn’t.

“Daddy!” Your youngest tugs on his big bicep as you approach it. “Turn it off! Turn it off!

All he does is laugh. Bastard.

You, BiBi, and KitCat scream as you sail under the spray.

“My hair!” Your oldest complains.

Pissed, you wring out your curls. “I did not enjoy that.” You hiss.

Your husband laughs harder, so hard he can’t breathe. That is, until you all turn to glare at him.

“Erm, I’m sorry, ladies.” He coughs. “You three look like beautiful little mermaids.

“Too little, too late, buddy.”

“Babies, what say we go ride that rollercoaster next so we can dry off? Our funny Daddy here can hold the bags.”

“And hopefully freeze.” You grumble under your breath.

___

You all did ride the rollercoaster. And yes, you did allow Andy to join you.

And then it was his turn. He chose to head over to the games section, wanting to win his girls some prizes.

First he started at the basketball both. You three watched in awe as he sank every shot. Swish after swish.

When was through, he lets Katrina pick out a prize. Clapping her hands with glee, she chooses a purple dragon that she names Larry.

Odd name for a dragon, but hey. What did you know?

Next, he heads towards the shooting range. Of course he had to be good at that too. He only misses one shot. One.

“Damn!” Andy growls before he can catch himself. “Sorry, pretty girls. Daddy accidentally said a bad word.” He apologizes as he scrubs a large hand over his beard.

“Bianca, what would you like?”

“Wan’ dah Unicorn, please.” She jumps up and down when he hands her the stuffed animal. “Nice to meet you, Rascal.” She tells him before giving him a kiss.

“And now for the Mama…”

“Andy,” you giggle. “I really don’t need anything.”

“Oh hush, Y/N.” Your man leans over and discreetly squeezes your ass.

When it was all said and done, he’d won you a giant pink and blue teddy bear at the “Show of Strength” booth.

And you’d named her Peaches.

“Thank you, baby.” You’d murmured against his ear before nipping at it.

___

After a few more rides and a quick lunch of pizza, chicken tenders, chili dogs, and lemonade, it was finally time to go home.

“So fun, Mama!” Katrina tells you as she hugs Larry to her little chest.

“Yeah!” Exclaims Bianca. “Come back to tomorrow?”

“Maybe not tomorrow, sweetheart. But soon.” He runs a hand through her still slightly damp curls as you all approach the car.

You and Andy buckle the girls into their car seats before climbing into vehicle yourselves. It was a forty-five minute drive back the house, so you settle in and relax.

After a few moments you stretch and then ask your babies “what was your favorite ride ladies?”.

Your question is met with silence. “Ladies?”

You turn around only to see that they are completely and totally knocked out, heads thrown back, mouths open.

“Andy, baby. Look.” You whisper.

They were still holding on to their stuffed animals. But that wasn’t what was making your heart clench.

Your sweet babies had fallen asleep…

Holding hands.

END

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years ago

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Intriguing

Word count: 9,500

Pairing: Loki x f!reader (platonic or pre-romantic, interpret as you'd like)

Warnings: A touch of angst, but a fluffy ending as always!

I'm back to prompts! This combines three: two similar ones (Prompt - Loki x shy reader/Prompt Loki tries to get to know shy reader better) as well as another prompt where Loki sneakily uses magic to tickle reader from across the room. That part was a challenge - I hope it worked out! 😊

Nothing interesting ever happened around here.

Sure, Loki lived with a horde of heroes from various walks of life, most of whom had superhuman abilities or genius intellect (by Midgardian standards, of course). But Loki was accustomed to being around enhanced beings - that was hardly anything to sneeze at. And most of them made every effort to ignore his presence anyhow.

He preferred this way, of course; he had no desire to really get to know any of them on a more personal level than the occasional passing nod of greeting, or the painstakingly brief conversations in the kitchen while awaiting the coffee maker to finish brewing in the morning. Their personality quirks drove him quite mad - for example, Rogers was insufferably righteous, Parker oppressively upbeat, and Stark was simply unbearably obnoxious.

Thor was the only member of the team whom Loki was required to interact with in some way. If he had it his way, he wouldn't even have to do that much. He much preferred to observe from afar, to listen to their conversations from his secluded corner of the room and not have to speak to anyone. But Thor was Hel-bent on encouraging Loki to socialize with the intolerable inhabitants of the tower, dragging him to their game nights and ice cream outings and other frivolous nonsense of the like. And every time it was more of the same - Loki had to sit and pretend to be engaged in the group conversation or activity, despite how dreadfully boring their conversations had become.

Back home on Asgard, Loki socialized with all sorts of fascinating beings from across the Nine Realms. As a member of the royal family, he participated in diplomatic discussions and attended magnificent banquets and celebrations. With perhaps the exception of his time in the dungeons, there was never a dull moment. But here, living in this same godforsaken tower with these dull benevolent heroes, the God of Mischief was excruciatingly bored. If only something... anything new would come along and stir things up in the mind numbingly monotonous tower.

And then you came along.

Loki likely wouldn't have learned of you for quite some time had he not been forced to visit Stark's lab to complain to him that once again the heat would not turn off in his quarters. He was beginning to think this was an act of sabotage rather than an unfortunate malfunction. This was the third time this had occurred, and he hadn't heard even a whisper of anyone else in the tower experiencing a similar problem.

Stark was attempting to brush Loki off once again, insisting he'd have FRIDAY 'get right on it' (which was code for 'I'll get to it when I get to it') when Pepper suddenly appeared in the lab, her heels clicking on the tile floor with every brisk step. She whispered something in the billionaire's ear, then took him by the elbow and led him out, calling over her shoulder that she'd personally see to Loki's heat problem.

He’d believe that when he saw it.

Overcome with curiosity as to what she could possibly have needed to whisk Stark out of the lab so swiftly, Loki followed at enough of a distance that his presence would not be intrusive, but close enough to keep an eye on the hurried couple. He'd anticipated she would lead him to her office, which is typically where she would drag the billionaire off to when she needed to speak to him in private. Loki was therefore surprised when Pepper instead led him to the lounge directly outside of the lab and pointed to the television mounted on the wall.

"We have a problem," she stated ominously. On the screen, the news station was displaying a fiery-looking view of the city of Chicago, where a flurry of small mechanical drones were whizzing through the streets. These drones were apparently equipped with rather advanced weaponry - they were making quick work of blasting through walls of buildings as they went, explosions of brick and mortar bursting all around them.

"You gotta admit - these guys are getting pretty creative," Stark jested sarcastically.

"That's because they had help."

A close-up image of one of the drones flashed on the screen, one that had been brought down by military personnel flocking to the city. Pepper pointed to a small mark on the surface of the drone, just as the screen flashed to another scene.

"Woah-woah-woah, hey FRIDAY - show me a close-up of that image from five seconds ago," Stark demanded. Obediently, FRIDAY sent the requested image to Stark's handheld holographic device, where it hovered with a blue shimmering border over his palm. He zoomed in further with two fingers, inspecting the mark on the surface of the drone, which Loki could now see from where he stood was a logo or a name of some sort.

"Do you think she would have..."

"Shit. No, you know as well as I do she wouldn't do it willingly. They've got her somewhere."

Suddenly developing a sense of urgency, Stark pressed a button on his holographic device to close the screen, and another to activate one of his metal suits. The red and gold metal pieces whizzed past Loki's head on their way through the door to the lab toward their target, encapsulating the spectacled scientist in the familiar iron armor.

"If I'm not back in two hours, tell Capsicle to send in reinforcements," he instructed Pepper before blasting off the ground and out the open window he'd designed specifically for a rapid take-off from the lab. The blonde sighed exasperatedly, looking anxious as she hurried over to the elevator and stepped inside, not even registering Loki's presence as the doors shut behind her.

What was that all about? he thought to himself with his brow furrowed. Stark rarely found anything to be urgent enough to just take off without first informing the star-spangled captain. Clearly that logo must have meant something to the two of them.

Stark didn't return for a few hours. Not that it made any difference - Pepper had gone straight to Rogers to inform him of the billionaire's whereabouts the moment Stark left. A small team, including Thor, headed out on the quinjet to catch up to him and provide assistance. Although Loki was not emotionally invested in... whatever this was, he couldn't deny that he was intrigued by this sudden flurry of activity. After months of hearing about nothing but trivial nonsense from his brother and company - bank robberies, assaults, money laundering... nothing of any substance - this was an interesting turn of events. Who could blame him for listening for the quinjet's return to the tower while he went about his usual business?

The moment he heard the whir of the engines drawing nearer, Loki made his way to the landing pad, which just so happened to be on the same floor of the tower as the lab. He sauntered casually back to the lab, plotting to pretend he had returned to have words with Stark about his heat should anyone decide to ask questions.

He needn't have worried about that. The heroes were far too consumed with an extra passenger that they'd apparently picked up along the way. Stark, ever the impatient one, scooped the extra person up in his arms and sprinted inside, headed straight for the lab. As he rushed by, Loki caught his first sight of you up close, dangling limp in his hold.

You were obviously Midgardian, appearing to be of an age similar to Romanoff or Wilson. There were no external signs that you'd been injured, so it was unclear why exactly you were unconscious. Stark was obviously concerned about your wellbeing, which led Loki to believe he must know you from somewhere. He rarely saw Stark so worried about anything, with the exception of his coffee, and perhaps Pepper.

Banner was standing in a far corner of the lab, glancing up the moment he heard the door open as if he were expecting the company. Too curious not to listen in, Loki entered the lab along with the other few team members who had attended what apparently had been a reconnaissance mission to rescue you. Rogers and Barnes passed by him without a second glance, but Thor paused to look at Loki with a somber expression.

"I see you've heard about Lady Potts' niece," he stated, though it was more of a question.

"I... might have heard a bit of the conversation, yes." Loki watched from a distance as Stark laid you down on an examination table, where Banner got to work assessing you. "What did she do?"

"She was mind-controlled. Assisted the enemy with the development of a dangerous fleet of weapons."

Loki felt the slightest pang of guilt for being so insensitively invested in your story after hearing that. He, unfortunately, could relate to the experience of having your mind taken over by a tyrant. Probably better than anyone else in the tower was capable of doing, with the exception of Barton, perhaps.

"Stark and Banner are attempting to break through to her, but they aren't certain how the enemy inflicted their control."

"They don't know how to reverse it?"

"Not yet. But I'm certain they shall determine a solution!"

Thor stepped away to join Stark and Banner at your side. Feeling out of place, Loki decided to leave the scientists to their work, heading down to his own quarters.

Loki didn't hear anything more about you until the following morning, when he decided he could no longer tolerate the blazing temperature in his room. He stormed back to Stark's lab, prepared to have a sharp word with the infuriating scientist. He could see the man standing at one of his work benches through the glass doors to the lab, growing even more furious at the fact that he appeared to be bobbing his head to whatever music was playing in his earbuds.

"Stark! If you don't fix the damned heat in my quarters in the next hour, I swear to you I will turn you into a frog and I'll-"

He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a small giggle from across the room. Whipping his head around, his eyes landed on you, seated at another workbench with your hands poised over the keyboard of a laptop, your gaze fixed on him and a smile on your face. The moment he locked eyes with you, your cheeks brightened, and you returned your focus immediately to your work with a swift swiveling of your head.

"Sorry, what was that, Jack Frost? Couldn't hear you over the Rolling Stones."

Loki looked back at Stark, who had removed an earbud and was staring at him with an innocent, yet sly expression. Suddenly, he'd lost the bite to his anger that had him storming in here in the first place. He pinched his fingers to the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in frustration.

"Just... fix the damned heat in my room. Please. It's hotter than Muspelheim in there."

"What's the matter, Frosty? Can't take the heat?"

Loki narrowed his eyes, muttering under his breath as he turned to leave. He allowed his gaze to land on you once more, catching you glancing at him for a second before returning your attention to your computer screen. Despite his piquing curiosity, he chose not to address you directly, leaving the room without another word.

It was strange to him, how his thoughts kept returning to you after that brief interaction. Loki prided himself on being able to read people with ease, but you were a mystery. He barely knew a thing about you, and yet he felt unexplainably drawn to you. Perhaps it was your shared experience of having had someone take control of your mind that had him so curious.

He wasn't about to ask Stark about you, so Loki went to the only inhabitant of the tower who wouldn't be suspicious of malicious intent if he suddenly decided to strike up a conversation.

Thor was where he always spent his afternoons - in the common room, watching some ridiculous Midgardian cooking show. Loki never could understand the concept. Why were humans so fixated on trying to outdo one another at literally any skill they could come up with?

"Brother! Have you finally decided to watch the food channel with me?" Thor bellowed brightly. Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No, of course not. You know my feelings on this ridiculous television program."

"Then why have you decided to grace me with your presence, dear brother?"

Loki sat down on the armchair across from Thor, folding his arms across his chest. "I was wondering what happened to the girl you all rescued yesterday."

"Ah... have you taken a fancy to her?" Thor asked with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. Loki scoffed at the suggestion.

"Of course not! I merely saw her working in Stark's laboratory this morning. I assume this means Stark and Banner determined a way to break the mind control over her, but I want to be certain, lest she become a threat."

"A threat? Are you beginning to actually care about us, brother?"

"Not one bit. I meant a threat to myself. She is clearly a skilled inventor. I need to know if I should be on my guard, with this unstable weapon-builder living in the same building."

Thor nodded slowly, a slight smirk still tugging at his lips. He clearly didn't believe Loki, but he didn't push the issue.

"Yes, Stark and Banner broke through to her. However..." he winced, "... she does not recall any of what happened whilst she was under the enemy's control."

"Oh, is that right?" Part of Loki felt you were lucky to have no memory of what you'd done under someone else's control. He'd have appreciated such a courtesy after his treachery under the mad Titan's influence. Although, another part of him felt it was unfair to you not to know what you'd done. It would only hurt you that much more if you found out through an outside source. "Are they planning to tell her what happened?"

"Stark feels strongly that he doesn't want her to know. He wants to shelter her from the pain it will inevitably cause."

"And what right does Stark have to decide such matters? Does she not have a say in this?"

The sudden outburst surprised even Loki. He couldn't understand why he felt so strongly about protecting your wellbeing. He barely knew you - in fact, he really didn't know you. He hadn't even learned your name, he hadn't formally introduced himself, he hadn't said a word directly to you.

Thor appeared surprised as well, and that infuriatingly snarky smirk returned to his face. "He is her uncle. And are you certain you haven't taken a fancy to her?"

"Yes, I'm certain, Thor." Rising abruptly to his feet, he glared down at his annoyingly self-assured-looking sibling. "Forgive me for questioning the crazed, sleep-deprived scientist's decisions."

Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving Thor to watch his juvenile television show. Perhaps it was a mistake to ask so many questions about you. Clearly even his dim-witted brother became suspicious. Loki would simply need to find a way to learn more about you on his own.

Unwilling to return to the Hel that was his bedroom, Loki decided to take a walk in the small courtyard behind the compound and find a place to read in peace. Best that he cleared his head and stopped thinking about this strange Midgardian so much.

As dinnertime approached, the sun set, and it grew too dark to see the pages of his novel. He reluctantly returned to his room, hoping to get through a few more chapters before his insufferably upbeat brother inevitably came pounding on his door requesting his presence at the dinner table.

Anticipating being hit with a heat wave the moment he opened the door, Loki was pleasantly surprised to find it was actually mildly cool in his room. He glanced at the thermostat, finding it was set to the temperature he usually had it set to. Curiously, he turned it up a few degrees, hearing the telltale click of the heat turning on.

Well. It was about damned time Stark fixed the heat.

Rather than awaiting his brother's arrival, Loki decided to head to the dining room for dinner on his own accord. He took his seat beside Thor, who looked rather shocked that Loki had come without his usual fuss. Before he could comment about it, Stark wandered into the room with you trailing behind him.

"Everyone! I'd like you to meet Pepper's niece," he announced, gesturing toward you with a flourish. As he told the group your name, you seemed to shrink into yourself a bit under everyone's gaze, a shy smile on your face as you lifted one hand to wave sheepishly. "She talks, I swear - it just takes a while for her to warm up to people. Believe me, once she starts talking, she doesn't stop."

"Uncle Tony!"

It was the first time Loki had heard you say anything. Your voice was pleasant, not at all overbearing or exceedingly sweet. You said nothing more than those two words as you shot your uncle a teasingly irritated look and took a seat in one of the empty chairs across the table. Stark took the chair beside yours, offering you a cheeky grin and a wink before turning to the rest of the group.

"I see you've finally found some time in your busy schedule to fix the heat in my quarters," Loki quipped sarcastically. Stark sighed exasperatedly.

“Look, I told you I’ll get FRIDAY right on it, I’m still running diagnostics. Stop being so impatient!”

Loki cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “I was being serious. It is fixed.”

Stark clapped his hands together in excitement. “Excellent! Problem solved! Maybe now you can stop breathing down my neck with your ice breath, hmm?”

“You didn’t fix it?”

“Nope. But I owe a drink to whoever did! Go on - who was it? Claim your reward,” he jested as he gesticulated around the table at the others. No one said a word.

Who had finally fixed it, then, if not Stark? Perhaps Pepper hadn’t been simply trying to pacify him when she said she’d get it repaired? Though he’d have expected she would simply get on Stark’s case about it.

Then he saw it. He glanced across the table and found you to be staring at him intently. Your cheeks brightened the moment he locked eyes with you, and you tilted your head down to focus on the food on your plate. The conversation around the table had since moved on to other subjects, but Loki had a suspicious feeling you were still thinking about his predicament.

Your eyes flitted up to look at Loki again through your eyelashes, and he tilted his head expectantly, mouthing the word:

You?

You didn’t say anything, turning your attention back to your plate. But the tiniest of smiles formed on your lips, and that was all he needed.

Why had you gone out of your way to help him? Loki - former would-be tyrant of New York, least liked in the tower - and yet, you decided to take it upon yourself to finally do what he'd been asking Stark to do for weeks without a second thought. You were quite possibly the only member of this tower who had ever done something kind for him. It only served to increase his desire to learn more about you.

Fortunately, Stark began dragging you along to join the group gatherings in an attempt to get you to open up more. Unfortunately, that meant Loki would need to attend as well if he wanted to use it as an opportunity to observe you. So, much to Thor's pleasant surprise, Loki began to do just that.

You were painfully shy, sticking close to your uncle whenever you joined the team for a movie or a card game. It was rare to hear you speak more than a few words at a time. But you were clearly engaged in the conversations around you, despite not contributing much to them. You would smile and nod, or gasp, or frown in response to what was being said. It was obvious you wanted to participate, but you seemed to recede into your shell the moment you considered speaking up.

Occasionally, the others would ask you a direct question about yourself, and you were forced to say a bit more than your usual few words. Even then, you provided the minimum information necessary to answer the question before ending your response with a shy smile. Loki learned you were an engineer by trade, which is why you formed such a strong mentor-like connection with Stark after he and Pepper got together. You'd be staying in the tower for a while to help Stark with a few projects at his request (likely an excuse to keep you here without telling you the truth about what happened, Loki thought). You responded vaguely to questions about personal facts - a simple shrug in response to your favorite movie genre or a chuckle and an 'I don't know' when asked about your favorite kind of music.

Quite possibly the strangest part about you was how you seemed to start to gravitate toward Loki as well. As you grew more comfortable, you began to stray from Stark's side and find a seat nearby Loki's, offering him that shy smile of yours but never saying more than a quick 'hello.' Once or twice, it seemed as though you might actually say something more to him, but the moment you took in a breath to speak, your cheeks would brighten and you'd look away as you let it out slowly through your nose.

Clearly you weren't going to be the one to initiate conversation. If he was going to get you to talk to him, he'd have to put forth the effort.

Worried that he might scare you off if he tried to point blank strike up a conversation with you, Loki instead aimed to be more subtle. One evening, while the team watched a film together, he whispered some sarcastic comment about the scene on the screen just loud enough for you to hear beside him. He was pleased to hear a breathy laugh puff out of your nose in response. It encouraged him to do it again, randomly whispering little jokes or quips throughout the film in an attempt to get you to laugh out loud. Whenever you came close to an audible laugh, you'd throw your hands over your mouth and nose to muffle the noise and turn to look at him with wide eyes, a telltale crinkling at the bridge of your nose to prove you were grinning under your palms.

He slowly began attempting to ask you questions in an effort to get you to say a bit more. A simple 'how are you' or 'how has your day been' would at least draw a one- or two-word response from you. Whenever he asked you to tell him something specific about yourself, however, your cheeks would change color and that shy smile would spread across your face as you shrugged or gave a non-specific response. So, Loki went with a different tactic and began asking about your work.

And suddenly, you began to speak up.

You were obviously passionate about your projects. At first, you'd give Loki a one-line description of what you were currently working on. As he began to probe for more details, you became more open about providing them. You still shied away from telling Loki anything about yourself, but you were more than willing to tell him exactly where you were stuck in your programming, or how excited you were to test out the plasma shield you were building.

Loki still didn't fully understand it, but he was so intrigued by you. Perhaps he saw it as a challenge - it was normally so easy for him to get people talking with his silver tongue talent, but you seemed immune to his influence. He wished you'd open up to tell him about yourself, beyond your skills with electronics. Perhaps if he stopped by while you were working, you'd be in more of a mood to chat.

He began to swing by the lab every once in a while at times he knew Stark wouldn't be present. The first time he stopped by, you appeared surprised but excited, that same trademark smile spreading across your lips as you waved him inside to show him what you were working on. After the first few times, you began leaving an empty stool by your workstation in case Loki decided to stop by. He slowly started slipping in more personal questions about you into your conversations, and you were distracted enough by your work to start providing responses without shying away as you usually did. In this way, he learned simple things about you. Things like:

Did you choose that color because it's your favorite?

I'm going to get some coffee - would you prefer milk or cream?

One afternoon, Loki sat on the stool you'd provided him as you gushed about the glasses you'd been developing that could snap a photo of what the wearer was looking at with a press of a small button. The eyewear was intended for undercover operations, to subtly obtain photographs of persons of interest or of evidence of a crime.

"Here - give them a try!" you insisted, carefully placing the glasses on Loki's face. You handed him the activation button, which was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand without anyone the wiser that he was holding something. With a smirk, he turned to look at you.

"Alright - smile, then."

You blushed furiously, throwing your hands up over your face as you shook your head. "No, not me! Something else!"

"Why not? Do you not like having your photo taken?"

You peered through your fingers warily, hiding your eyes once again as he held up the button teasingly in his hand. Loki chuckled at your reaction, turning and looking at the door to the lab instead before snapping a photo with the button you'd handed him.

"Alright, alright. I'm taking them off," he assured, watching as you slowly lowered your hands while he carefully placed the glasses on the workbench. You breathed a visible sigh of relief, pulling out your phone and showing him the photo he'd just taken with an excited sparkle in your eyes.

"See? High-resolution photograph of exactly what you were looking at when you pressed the button!" You zoomed in with two fingers, pointing to the sign next to the door to the lab. "You can even read the words from far away if you zoom in enough! No need to get close and put yourself in danger if you need a close-up of a document or something."

"Impressive." Loki looked up at you as you slipped your phone back in your lab coat pocket, a proud grin on your face. "You didn't answer my question."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, a smile still plastered to your face. "I know what you're doing, Loki."

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"Asking me questions all the time, thinking I don't notice - I know you're trying to get me to tell you more about myself."

"Well, you could just tell me instead. Then I wouldn't have to ask questions."

You covered your face with your hands as your cheeks brightened. "It's hard to talk about myself."

"I've gathered that, darling. Which is why I've started asking you instead."

You lowered your hands, that shy smile gracing your lips. "Why do you want to know about me?"

"Is it so shocking to you that someone might want to get to know you?"

"That wasn't an answer to my question."

Loki clicked his tongue, a grin tugging at his lips. "Touché." He rose to his feet, gazing at you inquisitively. "I'm going to get some water, would you like me to get you some?"

"Sure." You grinned slyly. "But you're avoiding my question."

"And you've avoided many of mine," he retorted as he backed out of the lab, watching as you grinned sheepishly. He knew he had you there.

When Loki returned to the lab, he paused at the door when he saw that Stark had since entered. He had managed to avoid the billionaire thus far in his trips to visit you in the lab, so he wasn't quite certain how to proceed. He suspected Stark would find it unusual that his niece was spending time with a former villain - while the men were no longer enemies, they weren't exactly friendly either. And although Loki didn't much care about what Stark thought, he knew you would. If Stark had reservations about Loki hanging around, he feared it would ruin his little visits with you going forward.

Fortunately, neither of you seemed to have noticed Loki standing outside the door. He watched from a distance, hoping that Stark's visit would be brief. The doors weren't soundproof, at least not to someone with Loki's advanced hearing, so he could hear the two of you talking from where he stood.

"Hey Uncle Tony - smile!" you instructed, a teasing edge to your voice as you placed the glasses on your face and looked him head on. Startled, his face contorted into a confused expression as you pressed the button in your hand. Loki heard you giggle as you pulled out your phone, your hand rising to cover your mouth as you presumably observed the photo you'd just taken. "Oho my god, I'm so showing this to Aunt Pepper!"

"Hang on, let me see that." Stark leaned over your shoulder to peek at the screen, grimacing when he saw himself. "Hell no! Give me that - I'm deleting it."

"No way! You've taken plenty of bad pictures of Aunt Pepper - I'm keeping this as revenge on her behalf." You held the phone out at a distance when Stark swiped for it, sticking out your tongue at the scientist, which Loki couldn't help but think was rather adorable.

"If Pepper wants revenge, she'll have to take her own bad photo. I've never taken a single bad picture of you." He darted around to the other side of you swiftly, reaching for the device in your hand once again and grunting in frustration as you passed it to your opposite hand to keep it out of reach. "Oh-ho, kiddo, you're asking for it."

"I'm not a kid, Uncle Tony! You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Well you're sure acting like one."

"So are you!"

"Oh yeah?" He suddenly grabbed hold of your outstretched arm above your elbow, reaching for the phone as you laughed and struggled to keep it out of his reach. Your laughter increased as he slipped his fingers under your arm and tickled you, holding your arm up out of his way. "Who's acting like a kid now?"

"STILL YOHOU!" you shot back, grabbing his hand under your arm with your free hand. He released your arm, digging his fingers into your other side and causing you to fold into yourself on instinct. It provided him the perfect opportunity to swipe the phone from your grasp, relenting in his attack in favor of putting a few feet of distance between you while he poked the screen a few times and shouted triumphantly.

"Ah-ha! Deleted it!" Stark handed the phone back to you with a victorious smirk, chuckling as you glowered at him with a grin still spread across your face.

"That's so unfair!"

"It's not my fault you're ticklish, Giggles," he countered, pinching your side for good measure and smirking wider as you yelped and squirmed away. "You got everything under control in here? Pepper and I are going out to dinner, I'll be back in a bit."

"I've got it. Go on - out with you," you shooed him, waving your hand dismissively.

"Oh, stop pretending you're mad at me, kiddo. I'll see you later."

Loki ducked out of sight around a corner as Stark exited the lab, waiting a few moments before stepping back out and entering himself. You still had a dusting of color on your cheeks and a small smile on your face, which increased in size when you saw Loki returning.

"You just missed Tony!" you informed him, none the wiser that he'd been standing outside the lab.

"Perhaps that's for the best."

"Don't tell me you're scared of him," you teased. Loki rolled his eyes, wondering if he should use this newfound fact he'd learned about you and dig his fingers into your side. You'd most certainly know he'd been observing your interaction with Stark if he did, so he decided against it.

But after all the teasing you'd been doing today, he was not about to let you get away with it without getting back at you. Especially not now that he'd finally gotten you to start coming out of your shell.

That evening, the team gathered for a game of poker in the lounge. Stark had set up a large table with cushioned chairs just for this sort of occasion. It had taken some time to learn the rules of the game, but Loki had become rather skilled at it. A game of deceit was perfect for the God of Mischief.

You had become his most formidable opponent, not because you had a good poker face, but because you had a terrible one. In that way, you actually excelled at deceiving people, because you were constantly wearing a shy smile no matter how good or bad your hand might be. It was only recently that you'd begun to realize how competitive Loki was, and you reveled in the fact that he simply couldn't read you the way he did the others.

After a few rounds, you had taken a clear lead over everyone, and you knew it was getting to Loki. He knew you knew by the way your eyes flitted up to meet his across the table each time you won a round, that infuriatingly adorable shy smile on your face.

It was your turn to deal next. Loki watched as you carefully shuffled the cards in your delicate hands while everyone around the table fell into their own casual conversations. It seemed as good a time as any to stir up a bit of mischief.

With a wave of his hand under the table out of sight, Loki called on his seidr, manipulating the air by your head and causing your hair to rustle a bit. You barely seemed to notice, brushing your hand over your ear subconsciously in response. Fighting back a smirk, he repeated the gesture, this time sending a thin tendril of a breeze grazing across the soft skin of your neck just below your ear. This time, you flinched, your hand rising to block your neck instinctively as you looked around you in confusion.

Now this was adorable.

You started to deal the cards, so he relented for a moment, watching as your face fell neutral and the confusion wore off. Loki waited until it was your turn to bet before flicking another stream of air to ghost along the other side of your neck this time.

"I ra-hee-haise!" you squeaked, shrugging your shoulder to protect your neck and glancing around wildly to see who was poking at you. Stark tilted his head in confusion, brow furrowed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Uncle Tony!" you muttered through gritted teeth, yet still with a smile on your face.

"What? What did I do??"

Loki watched as you leaned over and whispered in his ear, amused at the color blossoming in your cheeks. Stark laughed as you sat back in your seat, shaking his head.

"You must be imagining things, kiddo. I didn't do anything this time."

"Tony! I know when you're lying!" you insisted, folding your arms haughtily across your chest as you tried to bite back your grin.

He held his hands up to prove his innocence. "I swear to you, I'm not!"

This was getting better and better. You were none the wiser that it was Loki using his magic to tickle you, and you were blaming Stark for it. How wonderful.

Loki waited a while to attack again to lull you into a false sense of security. As the group was wrapping up the last round for the evening, he called on his seidr once again just as you were placing your chips in front of you to place your bet. This time, he sent a gentle tendril of air dancing along both sides of your neck, up around your ears. You squealed and knocked over the stack of chips as you flinched to shrug your shoulders protectively, then whipped your head around to glare playfully at Stark.

"Ok, I know you're messing with me, Uncle Tony!"

"Kiddo, I'm really not sure what you're talking about," he responded, genuine confusion written across his face. You opened your mouth to speak, then thought the better of it and leaned over to whisper in his ear once again. He raised his brows, gazing at you with amusement. "You sure you didn't get into Banner's stash of hallucinogenic sedative drugs?"

"Tony!!"

"Relax, I'm kidding!" He shook his head, placing his own chips out in front of him. "I promise you, I'm not messing with you. Maybe you should interrogate Thor instead." He tilted his head toward the elder Asgardian sitting on the other side of you, who perked up when he heard his name.

"Interrogate me? What for?" he queried loudly. Your face brightened from your neck to your ears.

"N-nothing," you muttered, turning your attention to the game with that shy smile tugging at your lips.

Your eyes roamed around the table warily as everyone continued placing their bets, pausing as they landed on Loki. He hadn't realized he had an involuntary grin on his face until you began squinting at him thoughtfully. The moment realization dawned on you, Loki watched your eyes widen slowly, the color in your face intensifying as your jaw slackened slightly. Feigning confusion, Loki cocked his head and furrowed his brow. You mouthed the word:

You?

Damn. He'd been caught. Still, he didn't say anything as it came time to place his own bet, merely winking at you as he pushed his chips out in front of him.

He finally managed to defeat you that game. Although, in some sense, he felt as if he may have cheated.

Vision suggested a movie as Stark put away the poker set. Normally, Loki would complain about having to spend additional time with the team that evening, but he found he didn't mind so much, knowing you would be joining as well.

Loki entered the common room, making a beeline for his usual seat when suddenly a hand clasped around his wrist and tugged him down to sit on the sofa he was standing beside.

"How?" you whispered low in his ear.

"How what darling? You'll need to be a bit more specific."

You let out a flustered whine, glancing around as others began filtering into the common room and finding their seats. Your hand held fast to Loki's wrist to keep him in place. Not that he had any intentions of moving now that you'd parked him beside you.

"How did you know?"

"That's your question? Not 'how did I do it?'"

"That too."

Loki chuckled. "I saw you and Stark in the lab earlier." You groaned. "And as for how I did it - allow me to show you." He raised his hand from his side only slightly so as not to draw attention from the others. A faint green glow emanated from his fingertips as he demonstrated his ability to manipulate the air, sending a faint breeze fluttering against your ear. You let out the tiniest of squeaks, raising your shoulder to your ear protectively. "I'm not certain I've known anyone with ticklish ears before. It's rather charming."

You began to blush furiously, hidden by the dimming of the lights as Rogers started the film. "They're not - you just startled me."

"Oh really?" Loki took advantage of the fact that you'd released his wrist in your efforts to shrug away from his magic, raising his hand to trace one finger along the outside of the shell of your ear swiftly. You let out a tiny stream of squeaky giggles in response, swatting at his hand.

"Ok, fine. Happy?" you admitted in a whisper, trying to sound grumpy but unable to hide your smile.

"Quite, actually. You've finally told me something about yourself."

You gasped almost inaudibly. "I did not!"

"Yes, you did."

Loki was entertained by the huff of air that escaped your nose as you folded your arms and leaned back against the couch, not saying another word. He leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

"Are you giving me the silent treatment now, darling?"

You tightened your arms across your chest, pursing your lips in an attempt to appear annoyed. Loki could see the involuntary grin tugging at the corner of your mouth in the flickering light of the television screen. You wouldn't admit it, but you were enjoying this teasing banter just as much as he was.

"It makes no difference to me," he whispered. "I know I can get you talking. I've done it many times before."

Silence.

Loki waited a few moments without saying anything more, hoping to catch you off guard. The moment he saw you begin to relax a bit more into the sofa cushions, he subtly lifted his hand toward your side, suddenly latching his fingertips onto the soft skin just above your hip and gently kneading into the spot. You jolted at his ticklish touch, clapping a hand to your mouth to prevent any giggles from slipping out while the other arm lowered to your side protectively.

"Ah - ticklish here as well?" he teased in a whisper, snorting out a laugh as you shook your head no. "No? It's rather difficult to believe that when you're crushing my fingers with your arm."

You shot him a playful glare out of the corner of your eye, slowly lifting your arm away from your side in an effort to prove your obvious lie to be true. Loki allowed his fingers to crawl up your side, grinning fondly as your arm clamped right back down and you folded away from his hand. With limited range of motion, Loki simply wriggled his fingertips rapidly into your side.

Suddenly, you stood up and began walking out of the room, throwing that same playful glare his way as you walked past him with an involuntary grin on your face. Feeling particularly mischievous, Loki created a double image of himself to remain on the sofa while he carefully followed you out of the room at a distance, ensuring you didn't see him.

You paused when you'd gotten out of the room into the hallway, and Loki managed to side-step around behind you undetected as you turned to see if you'd been followed. He watched as you let out a breath when your eyes landed on the back of his projection's head. Intriguingly, from the small sliver of your facial expression Loki could see without stepping into your field of vision, it actually appeared as though you were disappointed he hadn't followed you. A small frown formed at the very corner of your lips, one that he found he didn't like one bit.

Well - if it was mischief you wanted, it was mischief you'd get.

Loki leaned in toward your ear from behind, getting as close as possible without actually touching you before speaking in an ominously low rumble.

"Hoping I would follow you, hmm?"

You shrieked in surprise, moving to whirl around to face Loki, but he'd anticipated your move. Before you could turn around, he threw his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest, digging his fingers into your sides. A restrained gasp left your lips as your hands clamped down over Loki's.

"Lohoki!! They'll hehear me!!" you whispered.

"Oh, is that all you're afraid of?" He stooped to scoop your legs up from behind your knees, carrying you away from the doorway down the hall as you squirmed and giggled in his grasp. "Quite frankly, I'm insulted you aren't afraid of me. I like to think I'm quite intimidating."

"Whyhy would I be afraid of you?" you asked. Loki had to consciously remind himself to keep walking and not stop dead in his tracks at your question.

"You certainly seem afraid to tell me about yourself," he countered, rounding the corner and whisking you into the empty kitchen.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just shy."

"Mm, no, you were shy. You've told me quite a bit about your work." He set your feet down on the floor, swiftly wrapping his arms around you to keep you from trying to run off. "Now, if you aren't afraid to tell me about yourself, I have to believe you've just been taunting me. Is that what you're up to?"

"Whahat?? Noo!"

"Darling, that was the least convincing lie I've ever heard."

You squealed as his fingertips found purchase on the sides of your belly, wriggling maddeningly gently against the soft skin through your shirt. "Ohokay!" you exclaimed, prompting Loki to pause in his attack to allow you to speak. "I wasn't taunting you! I... I like that you find me to be sort of... mysterious. And... I wasn't lying when I said I find it hard to talk about myself either."

"Ah, so you simply wanted me to work at it to learn more about you, is that right?"

"I... well..."

"Because I think you'll find I can be rather convincing when I want to be." He tightened his grip around your waist, shifting to dig his fingers into your lower ribs with renewed vigor. You burst into the most charming stream of giggles, knees buckling beneath you as your muscles weakened from your laughter. "Is this convincing enough for you? Or should I seek out a weaker spot?"

"Nohoho!!" You began to slide down in Loki's grip toward the floor, your legs no longer supporting your weight. Loki simply followed you, working his fingertips in between your ribs as he let his hands travel upward. The moment his fingers met the middle of your ribcage, your squirming suddenly became desperate, giggles evolving to belly laughter. "WAHAHAIT!! LOHOKI! PLEHEASE!!"

"Have I discovered a weak spot?" he teased in your ear, lightening his touch to allow you to speak, but instead finding your laughter became even more desperate as you nodded frantically. "Oh, dear. Have I found the weak spot?" Again, a wild nodding of your head. Feeling somewhat merciful, he let his hands drift back down to your lower ribs, where it seemed at least to be more bearable for you. "This appears to be a rather effective method of getting you to tell me things about yourself. Perhaps I should try this more often."

"NOHO! Nohot FAHAIR!" You curled your knees up to your chest as his fingers traveled back to your belly, clawing at the spot just above your waistband. Curiously, Loki shifted one hand to latch onto the muscle above your kneecap and pinch rapidly, laughing when your leg kicked out in reaction to his touch and opened up more space for him to torment your belly.

"You seem conflicted, darling," he chuckled, repeating the motion each time you brought your knees protectively to your torso and scratching more rapidly at your belly when your legs kicked out in protest.

"Ihit's YOHOUR fault - AHAH NOHO!!" you whined, batting weakly at his hands as he slotted them behind your knees the next time you curled in on yourself. He paused in his torment to let you catch your breath, grinning fondly as you slowly relaxed a bit more with each breath. "Ahare you done torturing mehe?"

"Torturing you?" He released your knees in favor of latching his hands onto those trigger spots on your ribs he'd discovered earlier, chuckling as you squeaked and began thrashing in his arms even before he'd started tickling you. "As I recall, you were disappointed when you thought I hadn't followed you out of the common room. You're an intelligent mortal - you had to know this was coming if I were to come after you."

"I... shut up," you grumbled, squealing when he began scratching ever so gently with just two fingers at your ribs.

"Do you enjoy this?" he asked teasingly. You huffed out your nose, refusing to respond verbally. "Sorry, I didn't catch that." He dug all ten fingers into your ribs all at once, laughing along with you as you screeched before dissolving into hysterics. "You're not answering my question."

"LO-HAHA... LOHOKI! I-hi... LOKIHIHI!!" You couldn't seem to muster any words besides his name, clearly overcome by the ticklish sensation. He lessened the weight in his touch to gently scratch at the spot for a moment, then relented entirely when your laughter became breathless.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you sat up in an effort to turn to face Loki. He allowed it this time, releasing his hold on you. Once you'd turned around, he could see the bright color in your face and the broad smile on your lips. He tilted his head toward you expectantly, waiting still for you to answer his question. You sighed, averting your gaze with a flustered laugh.

"I-hi like the playfulness," you stated finally. Teasingly, you added, "That's all you're getting out of me, so don't bother asking for more!"

"I'll take what I can get, I suppose."

You both sat in silence for a moment as your breathing slowed to a normal rate. Loki rose to his feet and offered you a hand up, which you accepted. There was a shadow of a question in your eyes as you gazed at him.

"You never did tell me why you were so interested in learning more about me."

Ah, there it was. The question that even Loki himself didn't have a complete answer to.

He pondered for a moment, trying to determine how best to put it into words. You stood patiently, awaiting his answer. Finally, he spoke.

"I suppose a large part of it is because I felt an unspoken connection to you. Because we shared a similar experience."

"A similar experience?" You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

That's right. They hadn't told you.

Loki grimaced, turning his gaze away from you. "I simply mean... being the newest here in the tower. I went through the same situation quite recently."

"Loki."

The sharpness of your tone startled him, causing him to look at you once more. You had a resolute look on your face, a firmness he'd never seen on your features.

"You're lying to me. Tell me the truth."

"I... I apologize. I shouldn't have said anything."

"You know something about what happened to me, don't you?" You gazed at him hopefully, urging him to tell you. "I-I have this void in my memory, and no matter how hard I try I can't remember a thing. Please. I need to know."

Loki let out a slow breath, his eyes filling with sadness as he pondered the best way to break this to you. "Your uncle doesn't want you to know."

"Tony treats me like I'm a kid. I can handle the truth. Just... please."

"He'll kill me, you know."

"I promise I won't tell him."

Loki nodded slowly. He never agreed with Stark's decision to hide it from you in the first place. He knew very well, if he were in your shoes, he'd feel the same way you did. Sheltering you from the truth would only hurt you in the long run.

With a steadying breath, he explained to you everything he knew. The capture, the mind control, the use of your inventions for mass destruction. He tried to gloss over some of the more harrowing details, but you were persistent in your questioning, leaving no room for him to leave out a single detail. His chest began to ache as he watched a hollowness form in your eyes, the shy smile he'd come to adore fading from your face.

When he'd finished, you were silent. You stared blankly at a random spot across the room, motionless. Loki was patient, giving you the space to process everything without asking you to say anything.

Finally, you spoke. Your voice was wavery, as though trying to hold back tears.

"H-how do you it?"

"Beg pardon?"

"You remember the time that you were influenced by the mind stone. H-how do you manage to cope so well? I-I don't even remember any of what I did, a-and I... Please. Just... how do I move forward from this?"

The tears you'd been fighting back began rolling down your face, and you threw yourself into Loki's arms. He was startled for only a moment before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly to his chest as your shoulders shook with silent sobs.

He let you cry into his shirt for a few moments, trying to come up with the best words to console you. He decided, perhaps, you simply needed a caring embrace right now. So, he held you, his fingers running gently through your hair as your sobs gradually lessened and faded.

Only when you'd gone still, the tears finally ceasing, did Loki finally speak.

"You are far more pure of heart than I. Rest assured - I don't believe a single person thinks you intended to hurt anyone."

"And I don't believe you did either." You leaned back slightly, gazing up at him with tear-stained cheeks.

"You've not seen the malicious side of me."

"No. But I have seen the kind, gentle side of you that you keep hidden from everyone." Your eyes had regained some of their color as you fought with him about himself. "I don't need someone who's perfectly benevolent right now. I need someone who understands, someone t-to walk me through this. I need you. Please. Tell me what to do."

"If I'd known how to cope with it, perhaps I wouldn't have been so desperate to get to know you." He smiled sadly. "But in all honesty, the closest I've come to forgiving myself was when I heard you say you don't believe that I meant to hurt anyone."

"I don't," you whispered.

"Everyone else does. I've come to believe it myself." He sighed, rubbing a firm hand up and down your back in an effort to comfort you. "Perhaps if I remind you of all the benevolent things you've done each day, it will eventually chase away the guilt you're feeling."

"Alright... but only if I get to do the same for you," you bartered, that small, shy smile finally breaking through your pained expression. It made Loki smile too, simply seeing the heartache fading from your face.

"You'll have a much more difficult challenge than I, but I'll allow you to try, if you so insist." He released you from his embrace as you began to step back, wiping your tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

"Oh, I'm sure there's more good in you than you think. I'll just have to learn more about you," you insisted. Loki's brows shot up his forehead, and he chuckled at the suggestion.

"Oh, I don't think so. Not until you tell me about yourself. I've been trying so desperately to learn more about you."

You grinned, that lovely color blossoming on your cheeks. "Alright. I'll allow it."

"You'll answer anything I ask?"

You shrugged. "You've been trying so hard, I guess I can gratify you with a few facts about myself."

"A few?" Loki chuckled, advancing suddenly toward you. You backed up on instinct, that charming giggle of yours spilling from your lips. He scooped you up by the waist, lifting you effortlessly to sit on the kitchen counter so you were more at eye level. "As you stated, I've been trying so hard to get to know you... I should think I get to ask you as many questions as I like."

"Alright... and what is it you'd like to know about me?"

Loki grinned and shot you a wink, leaning forward with his palms resting on the countertop on either side of you.

"Everything."

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Finder’s Keepers Ch.1

Summary: By Rock D. Xebec's code if a crew member finds something while on a raid it is their right to keep it if they desire. Treasure has never been of interest to Edward Newgate, one of the highest ranking members of the Rock Pirates but he may have just found something that he will absolutely have to claim as his own.

A/N: This is based on a story from my Alpha Whitebeard Headcanons, figured if no one else was going to do anything with the big man I would. Been wanting to do it for a while now but just finally got up the will to do it so I would love to hear what you think. However please keep any input about my POV style writing to yourself, this is just how I write. Anyway hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

Pillaging the city Edward made quick work of gathering all the treasure and anything else he could find. Captain Rocks was causing his usual mayhem along with most of the other crew. While yes he was apart of the Rocks Pirates he did not go out of his way to kill anyone. Cutting down the few men that tried taking him on he busied himself with stuffing anything worth some money into a burlap sack. It came as no surprise in this home when that sack was filled up relatively fast. Finding a child's room he raised his chin and looked around. Walking about the room he saw expensive toys and anything else a child would want. Judging by the décor and dolls he made a guess it was a little girl's room. Walking by the closet he stopped when he heard heavy breathing. Taking a deep breath his self he stared at the mantel across from him, seeing little music boxes on it. "Stay in there, don't come out until the sun comes up, neither of you." When neither of them replied he walked towards the door, hearing a shaky thank you as he left. Walking back downstairs he was about to leave the high class home when he heard muffled crying and stopped dead in his tracks, those weren't coming from upstairs.

“...elp...omeon...ease..”

Knitting his brows he looked to one of the other crew members as he passed by the kicked in door. “Here, take this back to the ship.” he told him, tossing him the bag of loot which almost made the normal statured man fall back.

“Whatcha doin’ Newgate?”

“Heard somethin’.” was all he said before he started walking down the stairs to the basement. Ducking his head to fit he got down to the dark room and looked it over to see barrels of what he guessed was wine. Knitting his brows he slowly walked about the room, seeing crates of roots and other none perishable food, Rocks would want all of this. Not seeing anything else he turned around but then knit his brows when a pair of keys on a nail caught his eye. Looking all over the room once again he saw a box of sorts that had a tarp thrown over it. Slowly walking towards it he grabbed the tarp and pulled it away. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. It wasn't a box at all, it was a cage, a small cage and inside it was a woman, a young woman. She was chained up, her knees pulled up so she coudl fit, a blindfold over her eyes and a gag tied around her mouth.

Blinking and then shaking his head, he was moving to grab the keys placed on the nail. Crouching down to unlock the large lock he opened the door and tilted his head as he took in the female. She was dressed in nothing but a dirty threadbare cream colored gown that was far too big for her and had many holes in it. Bruises and bloody cuts decorated her skin along with dried blood and grit. She was a miserable sight that was for sure. Kneeling down he reached into the cage and felt a low growl rumble in his chest when the strong scent filled his nose. It was like his head had been filled with haze and his body had been wrapped in warm fabric. She was an omega. That would explain why she was being held captive. Breathing heavily he reached forward, hooking his finger under the blindfold he lifted it up and off her head.

You were trembling from the noise, footsteps, your cage being opened. The screams, gun fire and swords clashing had drifted in from outside and you just knew it had to be pirates. The person, whoever it was hadn’t said anything going by that meant it wasn't the normal man or woman, they were always yelling at you. When something warm touched your cheek you flinched and felt as the person removed your blindfold. Blinking your eyes a few times to get adjusted you looked up to meet the two yellow eyes staring at you. Instantly you froze, it was a man, a very large man.

Staring into her eyes he felt his heart hammering in his chest. The stories were true, her eyes were something else. An electric blue with a silver ring that glowed even in the dark space they were currently in. True omega eyes. Finding himself becoming lost in them he blinked to clear his head. Coming back to his eyes dropped to the gag. Pulling out his knife he saw her scared eyes snap to the blade and her frail body tense. “It’s alright.” he told her but she didn't seem to believe him. Moving the knife towards her he saw tear fall onto her dirty cheek, she thought he was going to kill her.

As the knife moved towards you, you braced yourself for the pain and closed your eyes but to your surprise there was no pain and you felt the gag in your mouth fall slack. When it was pulled away you slowly opened you eyes. Wincing at the ache you closed your sore mouth, your lips cracked from dehydration. Swallowing in an attempt to get some sort of moisture in your mouth you found none.

Dropping the gag to the floor he looked again to the female, he bet under all that grit and blood there was a right pretty woman. She looked to be maybe nineteen or so, it was kind of hard to tell from how malnourished she was. No doubt she had been taken as a slave, omegas normally were taken young, as soon as they showed signs, there was no telling how long she had been here. Although normally it was the Dragons that got them. “What’s your name darling?”

Staring at the no doubt alpha male you said nothing and didn't move. Hearing him hum and then tilt his head you watched as he moved to unlock the sea stone cuffs around your wrists and then ankles. Feeling the heavy weight be removed you took a deep breath. You would have to be quick.

Moving to put up his knife he leaned up, “Well my name is Edwa..." before he could finish she had lunged forward. Going to stop her she suddenly shrunk down to only a few inches tall making him sit there stunned for a moment. She had devil fruit powers?! Quickly snapping out of it he moved to grab her. “Hey.. now you just..”

Growing to your full size which had to be close to his own you spun around and threw your fist through the air, landing a hard hit to his jaw. As soon as he was knocked backwards you shrunk back down to your normal size and ran for it, hearing him right behind you. You made it to only the top of the stairs before you were lifted into the air and thrown back into the wall hard. A chocked cry left your mouth as the air was knocked from your lungs. Falling down to the marble floor you looked up and stiffened at the red eyes that were starring down at you.

Hearing the feminine yelp he hurried up the stairs and skidded to a stop when he saw Rocks standing there along with a few more, Kido and Linlin being two of them. Snapping his eyes to the omega laying on the floor by the wall he saw Rocks and the others looking to her in amusement. Oh no.

“Now what do we have here?” Rocks asked in a laugh. Tilting his head when she looked up to him he smiled when he saw the unnatural blue eyes star up at him in fear. “An omega? Well aren’t you a rare treasure.”

Hearing the other crew members start mumbling about how they didn't think omegas were even born anymore or how they had never seen one he felt his heart hammer in his chest. Breathing heavily he snapped his eyes between that of his captain and the omega who was now backing into the corner of the room. Watching as Rocks made to go towards her he stood tall, “I want her.”

Stopping mid step Rocks looked towards Edward and rose a brow, tilting his head with a sinister grin on his face. “What was that Newgate?”

Looking Rocks in the eyes he took a deep breath. “I want her. I’m the one who found her so by right she belongs to me. I will forfeit my share of the treasure in exchange for her.”

"Yea I bet you would, why the hell should you..."

Narrowing his eyes Rocks looked to the large male, holding up his hand when Kaido went to butt in. Omegas were rare and worth a fortune on their own, he could easily make enough money off of her to count for three times as much as they found on the whole island. But, Newgate was a strong asset to his crew, he knew this and he also knew how easy it would be to keep control over him with an omega to be able to threaten. Not to mention it was one of his rules, finder's keepers. Smiling he glanced to the omega and then back to Newgate. “This island and then the next two.”

Sighing he nodded firmly, holding his Captain's stare.

Chuckling, Rocks tilted his head towards the female. “Claim her then."

Clenching his teeth he saw the male narrow his eyes and breathed out before turning to the omega. She was completely curled up in the corner of the room, her stance said she was scared but her eyes were wild. Taking a step over to her he noticed her frail frame tense, her eyes continuing to watch him. Crouching down in front of her and going to touch her he heard as she let out a little growl in warning. "Now darlin' yer gonna calm dow..." Pulling back when she swung her hand, her nails scratching him across the face he heard some of the others laugh under their breath.

"The bitch is feral. You sure you can handle her Newgate?" Kaido mocked.

Growling a little himself he turned his face back towards her, already feeling the sting of the cuts she had made on his cheek. Seeing her still watching him, warning him with her eyes he huffed out. Moving quickly he dodged her as she tried to attack him again, grabbing one of her arms in his hand he yanked her towards him.

Struggling as much as you could, you tried to break free from his hold but he was too strong. Hitting and scratching at him with your one free arm you heard him growl. It wasn't hard at all for him to gain the advantage, his one large hand holding both of your arms. Still you wouldn't give up so easily. Kicking your legs out you managed a good kick to his side but he didn't seem fazed. Snarling and growling you thrashed in his hold, becoming more desperate by the second.

"Having issues controlling an omega Newgate?" Rocks questioned with a dark chuckle.

Gritting his teeth he felt his patience running thin. Holding her arms behind her back he pinned her small body against his and growled deeply. "Enough." Feeling her hesitate at the sound of his growl he stared down at her and let out a snarl that was just as deep, making sure to bare his teeth a bit. "I said enough."

Shaking in his hold you panted as the both of you looked to each other. You were fighting your instincts all you had, refusing to drop your eyes, refusing to submit.

When she eased her struggling, not stopping completely but slowed he licked his lips. She was too small like this, if he bit her when she was this size he may hit something. Taking a deep breath he stared down into her eyes, "Grow." She was resisting. He would have to be more firm. "Now omega." he growled out and saw her eyes drop, felt her body flinch.

Not being able to stop yourself this time you dropped your eyes and breathed in a shaky breath as you obeyed, your body growing to it's larger size. He still held you close, restraining your arms behind your back. There was no doubt he was larger than you, your head was still lower than his and your feet weren't touching the floor. The massive man didn't seem bothered by your change in weight either, his arms holding you effortlessly.

He coudl hear the crew's surprised remarks about her ability and knew he had to claim her quickly before Rocks changed his mind. An omega in general was rare but one with a strong devil fruit well that would be a hard thing to give up. Dropping his eyes to her neck he saw no marks there and felt the alpha inside of him demand he act. Taking a deep breath he dipped his head and pulled his lips back over his teeth before sinking them into her neck.

Screaming out when his large sharp teeth broke through the thin skin of your neck you tried with all your might to move away from the source of your pain but it was no good, he had you. When he released your arms in favor of holding your body and the back of your head you hit him once, twice before your hands stilled against him. All too soon you coudl feel your body accepting the claim, a heavy sense of fatigue coming over you. Not having the energy to fight anymore you started going limp in his hold, your eyes fluttering shut.

Feeling her grow limp he swallowed down the blood that had filled his mouth. Pulling away some he lapped over the open wound. Looking down at her as he stood back straight he saw the bite deep and still flowing with blood. Before he coudl lick at it again she was shrinking and he had to adjust to hold her. Once she was back down to what he guessed was her normal size he could hold her with just one of his hands. Listening to Rocks tell the crew to go search the house he blinked, remembering the little girl upstairs. Keeping his eyes on his omega for a moment more he turned to Rocks and looked to him. "Basement is full of food and wine, I already got the rest of the home, bag is down in the basement as well." Hearing the other alpha hum he glanced back down to the female and made his way out.

Carrying her back to the ship and to his own private room down in the haul that he had claimed months ago he stopped by the kitchen and stock room on the way. Once inside his room he locked the door and placed the items he had grabbed on the dresser beside the bed. Lighting the candle to give the room light he sat on the bed and leaned back against the wall, kicking off his boots. Looking down at the female he saw her still sleeping. Adjusting her so he could look at the claiming bite he winced at how deep the wound looked. Blood coated her skin around the bite and it had even stained the neckline of the rag she was dressed in. He'd have to get her some clothes. He should have looked around the island to find some for her but he hadn't thought about it then. Tilting his head he held her with one hand while the other brushed back her mated hair. She needed a bath, a long bath but he would deal with that tomorrow. For now he needed to tend to his claiming bite.

Laying her against his chest he saw her lips purse for a moment before she nuzzled her cheek into his chest. "Ya know darlin' yer not so bad when yer not trying to rip my throat out." he told her softly. Glancing back to the still slightly bleeding mark he dipped his head to start cleaning the area. Lapping over the double crescent wound he heard her whimper slightly and furrowed his brows when he felt the smallest clenching in his chest. Was that their bond? He had made sure to swallow as much of her blood as possible and he also bite her for a little longer than necessary, wanting their bond to be as strong as possible. Once he had stopped the bleeding and had cleaned it to his liking for the night he leaned up. Moving to cradle her in the nook of his arm he reached over to grab the cup of water and brought it to her lips. Helping her to drink some of the water she so desperately needed he placed it up when she no longer tried to drink anymore. Hearing thumps of the crew getting back onboard he sighed and dropped his eyes to her. Holding her close as he eased down, lounging back against the few pillows he had. Laying her in the middle of his chest he chuckled at how small she looked and then smiled softly. He had accepted that he was probably never going to have a mate of his own but he had been wrong. He hoped that maybe this was a sign, that just maybe he would get the family he always wanted.

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Groaning as you woke you blinked your eyes open and were surprised to find you were able to see. Taking in the unfamiliar space you froze, all the memories coming back to you. Sitting up rather quickly you let out a cry when your neck and shoulder shot with pain. Raising your hand you touched the throbbing area and gasped at the open wound you felt there. That man, that fucking man with the yellow eyes, he had done this, he had claimed you. Looking around the room you saw you were in fact in a very large bed, the thing taking up most of the room. There was a dresser beside the bed and on that was an candle and a cup but you didn't see anything else. Even the bed was minimal with two pillows and a beige colored blanket. The walls, floor and ceiling all looked to be made up of the same dark wood and the only light coming in was through a small round window on the side of the bed. Standing on the bed you tried to get a look out of the window, raising up to the tips of your toes you jus coudl make out what you knew was the open sea, not a single thing in sight as far as the horizon. Great, just how the hell were you supposed to escape now? Biting your lip you looked towards the door and climbed down from the large bed to walk over to it. Using your powers you rose to your full height and tried the knob but of course it was locked. Sighing you looked down to the crack and grumbled, even shrunk down you wouldn't be able to fit under the door.

Moving back to the bed you glanced back up to the window and tilted your head, if you could find something to use as a raft then you might be able to escape through there. It would be smart to wait until you got closer to an island though. Who knew how long that would be. There was no doubt your 'alpha' was a pirate, along with the rest of those that were there last night. Tracing the deep teeth marks that marred your flesh you felt your heart beat heavy in your chest. You were bonded to a pirate, a dirty, evil, coldhearted pirate. Feeling your lip tremble and a lump begin to grow you quickly forced it back down when you heard footsteps outside of the door and then the sound of keys jingling. Snapping your eyes to the door you jumped up from the bed and shrunk down to your smallest size before running to hide under the bed. Curling up in the back corner you winced again as the claiming bite throbbed. Biting the inside of your cheek to keep quiet you watched the door swing open and tried to look out of it as much as possible but it was hard around the massive boots. Once inside he shut the door but you didn't hear a lock.

Turning around after shutting the door he looked to see the room empty or so it would seem. Breathing in deeply his nostrils flared, she was in here, he could smell her, sense her. Sighing he pocketed the keys to his room and walked over to sit the plate of food on the dresser. Crossing his arms over his chest he glanced down to the space under the bed, the only place she could be. "I know you are under there lass so why don't ya just come on out so we can talk." When she didn't reply and he didn't hear any movement he rose a brow. "I brought ya something to eat, I know yer hungry." Still she didn't come out and he let his head fall back and his eyes close. Taking a deep breath he huffed out. "Alright then."

Watching from your spot as he set the plate on the floor and then walked over to the far wall and slowly sunk down to sit on the floor with his legs crossed over one another you knit your brows. Shifting your gaze to that of the plate you felt your mouth water as the smell drifted under the bed towards you. From here it looked to be some sort of meat served over rice with an egg and vegetables. A real meal, how long had it been since you had eaten a real meal? Two years, three or was it four? You had lost track of time. As Blond strands of hair fell to the floor you looked to see him leaning over to look at you, those yellow eyes meeting yours making your own narrow while he only smiled. Snapping your head to the right you squeezed your eyes shut to keep from making the sound of pain as your neck and shoulder shot with pain. Wrapping your arms around your bent knees you laid your head on them and sighed.

Furrowing his brows at the female he saw her trying to ignore him but he felt that clenching in his chest. He knew she was hungry, starving even. Stubborn damn omega. Even though he could simply command her to come out he wouldn't. She needed to do this on her own so he just set there. Figuring he might as well do something productive while he waited he grabbed his naginata and leaned forward just enough to grab the stone from the first drawer of the dresser. Going to work sharpening the weapon he hummed softly, seeming to pay his mate no mind.

Listening to the sound of steel being rubbed across stone mixed with the deep hum you relaxed a bit. Closing your eyes as your stomach started to clench and growl, begging for food you sighed. Nuzzling your knees you stayed balled up tight, trying to ignore your body's dire need for food. Minutes passed and he didn't bark out at you to do anything, only sat there humming and sharpening a weapon. Looking again to the plate of food you swallowed hard. As a scratching sounded from beside you, you looked over to your left and gasped out at the sight of the rat crawling out from the hole in wall. Seeing it look to you and sniff the air before it started to move you stood up quickly and ran out from under the bed as fast as you could, the creature right behind you.

Hearing the tiniest scream he snapped his eyes up to the bed to see his omega running out and towards him. Noticing what it was that had her in a panic he acted quickly before the thing could reach out a bite her.

Hurrying towards his large leg you just did grab onto his pants leg when you heard a thump and looked behind you to see the thing laying there dead, the stone right beside it. Starring at the rodent's teeth you felt your heart hammer in your chest. Just now realizing where you were at you looked up to the alpha and turned to run back to your, maybe not so safe place, when his hand was grabbing you.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast little one." Leaning his naginata back against the wall he gently held her in his hands, keeping on cupped over her so she couldn't escape. Placing her down on the bed he reached down to lift the plate off the floor and put it on the bed instead. Looking to her to see her still glaring at him he stood back tall, noticing her stay in her smaller form for now, she probably thought she had better luck escaping if need be like that. "You ain't nothing but skin and bones, eat." When she didn't move he huffed out and bent down to grab the dead rat.

Watching him leave the room you looked to the food and then to the large weapon and then back to the door. Turning to your normal size you reached over to grab the plate and pulled it into your lap. Looking to the food for only a moment you licked your lips and grabbed the fork before digging in. Closing your eyes at the taste of the food you hurried to put more into your mouth. Everything was good, the meat, rice and egg, even the vegetables. All too soon though you were starting to feel full. Hearing the door open again you slowed you chewing when he looked to you.

Holding up his hands to show her he meant no harm he moved back to lean against the wall on the opposite side of the small room. Seeing her go back to eating slowly he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back, his eyes staying on her. She didn't eat much more before she was placing the plate and fork down on the table and moving back to curl up in the corner of the wall on top of the bed. He hadn't expected her to eat all of it but she hadn't even ate half. "Don't you want anymore?"

Shaking your head you laid your chin on your knees and then tensed a little when he moved forward but saw him only grab the plate and move back to his spot to eat the remaining food. Glancing up to the window to see a sliver of the pinkish, orange clouds. Was it afternoon already? How long had you been asleep? Thinking again on everything last night you were jolted out of your thoughts when you heard a small thud. Snapping your eyes back to him you saw him setting the empty plate back on the table.

Swallowing down the last of the food he stood by the bed and looked down to her. "Alright darlin' time for a bath." seeing her stay in her spot he moved to lean across the bed but stood back up when she swiped at him again. Hearing her small growl he sighed. "Now look here sweetheart yer gonna have to quit that shit. You already got me once..." he spoke pointing to the four scratches across his cheek, "... you scratch me like that again and i'ma punish ya."

Not caring for his threats you continued glaring at him, kicking his arm when he tried to grab you again.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, one way or another yer feisty little ass is gettin' clean." Grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him he felt her grow to her full size before she was swinging her fists and kicking him as much as she could. "Aw would you jus..." Gritting his teeth when she bit his hand he let out a loud, irritated growl. "Fine hard way it is." Quickly pulling away he was her shrink back down to her normal size but he didn't give her anytime to act as he grabbed the blanket that was under her and pulled it up with her inside.

Gasping when you were suddenly encased in the blanket you felt yourself being lifted up and growled out. Trying to find a way to escape you felt your shoulder and neck burn and throb but you ignored it for the time being.

Grabbing the small bag from his dresser along with one of his shirts that she would have to wear for the time being. Carrying her in the makeshift sack he walked down the hall and up to the bath house, ignoring all the looks of amusement from the rest of the crew. Getting to the room he opened the door and stepped in. "Out!" he ordered the two inside. Waiting for them to leave he closed the door behind him and walked over to the tub he had told the cabin boy to ready for him. Hearing a soft knock at the door he bid the person inside, already knowing who it was. Checking the water to make sure it wasn't too hot he hummed. Holding the blanket over the tub he let go of one corner to unceremoniously dump the female into the water.

"Ahh." falling into the hot water you quickly sat up and sputtered as you wiped the water from your eyes. Snapping your eyes to the alpha male you saw him only smirking at you.

"Edward, that wasn't very nice." Shakky spoke in her normal calm voice.

"If she would've listened and behaved herself this could have went a lot smoother." he told the beta female, giving his omega a knowing look only to see her glance to Shakky and then go back to glaring at him. If looks could kill he would be dead.

"Does she still have clothes on?"

Chuckling at her attempt to look dangerous he reached in to take hold of the 'dress' she had on. With a simple tug the thin rag ripped and he was able to pull it off of her. "Not anymore."

Letting out a small 'eep' when he tore away your dress you watched as he dropped it to the floor and quickly moved to cover your breasts with your arms. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks you gave another growl at the male who was looking at you with amusement. Seeing the female standing there you looked to her with uncertainty.

"My name is Shakuyaku but most call me Shakky, it's nice to finally meet the one everyone has been talking about." She spoke to the omega female and heard Edward grumble at the remark of everyone talking about his new mate. Giving her a small smile she rose her brows. "May I know your name?"

When his female didn't speak he felt his lips twitch and sighed. "She won't talk." Placing his hygiene bag on the shelf beside the tub he unzipped it and started pulling out the things needed. Seeing her move out of the corner of his eye he reached around for the bottle of shampoo, "Don't get too close to that side there, it's deeper than this one here."

Looking to the far side of the large tub you saw the water grow a bit darker. Must be deeper there so that massive people like him could bathe as well. As he tossed a rag into the water beside you, you looked back to the things he had set out a bottle and a bar of soap.

"This is all you have?" Shakky asked the large male, lifting to inspect the simple bottle of shampoo and the cheap bar of soap.

"What the hell else do I need?"

Breathing out a puff of smoke she rolled her eyes and turned on heel. "I'll be right back."

Left alone with him once again you kept your arms wrapped tightly around your chest and looked anywhere but him. Feeling the stinging on your neck you bit down on your lip to keep from showing it. At least he had warmed the water for you, it was something no one else had done for you before. Already you could feel the heat helping to ease the soreness all over your body... well everywhere but your neck and back, those areas burned. You didn't want to even think about how much it was going to hurt once they started scrubbing at your skin. Starring out of the window at the open sea you saw it was now darker out than before, the sun setting.

He hadn't said anything the whole time Shakky had been gone, he had simply watched her. She was so timid, so defensive. Watching as she stared out of the window he blinked, how he wished he could read her mind, see what he had to do to get her to trust him, even a little. Turning to look the door as it opened he saw Shakky come walking back inside with her own bag in hand.

"Alright, you can go now."

Knitting his brows he looked to the woman, "I'm not leaving."

Looking up to him she rose a brow. "You asked for my help getting her clean, I can't do that with you in here, she won't relax enough. I'm not saying you have to go far, if anything just stand outside of the door, make sure Kaido doesn't come in."

Stiffening when she mentioned the other alpha male he crossed his arms over his chest. Seeing Shakky not budge he glanced down to his omega and sighed. "Fine, I'll be right outside."

Watching him leave the room from under your lashes you glanced back to Shakky as she started taking something out of the black bag and removing her jacket. Seeing a sponge of sorts you watched as she took out a pale purple bar of soap and started rubbing it on the sponge to create a thick lather.

Knowing she was watching her, Shakky kept the cigarette pinched between her lips. "There is no reason to be so bashful we are both women after all, you have nothing I haven't seen before." Once she had a good lather made up she looked to the female and grinned softly. "So where would you like to start?"

To your surprise Shakky was very gentle, washing away all the dirt and filth that covered your skin. Leaving out no part of your body she asked you to move or stand however she needed at that time. When she got to your back you felt her hesitate but once she started cleaning the painful welts where you had been punished before you not once had to flinch away because she was being too rough. Even when she washed the area around your neck where Edward's claiming mark was she remained considerate of your discomfort. Once your body had been cleaned she moved onto your hair. It had taken three whole washes to get your locks back clean but she had not stopped there, adding something called conditioner and letting it sit in your hair for a few moments.

"Now normally I let my conditioner stay in while I shave but I know being an omega you don't have any body hair so just a few minutes is fine. When we get to the next island I'll remind Edward to get you some decent bathing products, until then you can just use mine. There is already enough men on this ship, we don't need you smelling like one." she chuckled lightly.

Blinking you looked up to the beta female and opened your mouth. "Th..thank you." your voice came out quiet and slightly broken from little use but you knew she had heard you.

Shocked by the soft voice Shakky smiled. "You're welcome." Before she could say anything else the female was looking down. Rinsing her hair and helping her out she dried her hair and wrapped her in a towel before pulling over the stool for her to sit on. "Here have a seat, your hair wasn't as damaged as I thought it would be but you coudl still use a trim."

Doing as she said you sat on the stool and felt her comb through your hair before she started cutting the ends. While she was tending to your hair you let your eyes fall close, you didn't know if it was still the claiming or everything else that had happened but you were feeling very tired. Not to mention your neck was still hurting from earlier, making you wince and flinch a little whenever she came close to touching it. After that you were rubbed down with a lotion, hearing her apologize when it burned your back a bit.

Grabbing the clothing on the stool she at first thought it was a sheet but then realized it was one of Edward's shirts, something he hardly ever wore. "Now how does he expect you to be able to fit this?"

Looking to the massive piece of clothing you slowly held your hand out for it and saw her look to you questionably but hand it over. Growing to your full height you saw her blink and her brows raise but say nothing. Putting the off white shirt on you did up all of the buttons except for the bottom one and top two. It was still huge on you but that was expected, he was nearly a giant after all. Once you had it done up you shrunk back down to normal, making the shirt shrink with you. Dropping your eyes down you saw the shirt ended just at your knees with the sleeves hanging past your hands and the body of it big enough to fit another two maybe three of you inside. Still it was better than the rags you were wearing before.

Humming she grinned and moved to pull out her hair from the collar. Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out the pair of lace had stuffed in there when she went to fetch her cosmetic bag. "Here I knew he wouldn't have any of these. It'll help you keep covered a little more."

Taking the purple lace you held them up to see it was a pair of panties. Blushing you nodded to her and pulled them on, trying to pull them down over your backside you furrowed your brows when the waistband pulled down too far.

Chuckling she looked to the omega, "They are supposed to fit like this. You'll get used to it."

Nodding you pulled them back up and then fixed the shirt before looking back up to her.

"Alright then, my job is done." she spoke as she grabbed her bag. Turning to walk away she stopped when a hand grabbed her wrist. Looking back to the female she saw fear back on her face, tilting her head she saw the woman look to the door where Edward was waiting just outside and sighed. Taking her hand she gave it a reassuring squeeze and stepped closer so she coudl speak quietly. "He isn't all that bad, trust me out of all the males on this crew that could have claimed you, Edward is the best." grinning she tilted her head. "Just give him a chance, he might surprise you." Seeing her only look back to the door before looking out the window again she squeezed her hand once more before walking to the door and opening it.

Looking down as the door opened he saw Shakky there and moved to look inside but before he could he felt the beta female lay a soft hand on his forearm. Leaning down when she tilted her head some he felt his temper flare as the woman spoke softly in his ear. Taking a deep breath he gave a nod and stood back tall, "Thank you."

"No problem."

As Shakky walked away he took another deep breath before turning to walk into the bath house. He had to admit he was slightly shocked when he saw her finally clean. He had been right she was a right pretty sight, beautiful even. Licking his lips as he got closer to her he saw her staring out the window as the sun set on the water. She was wearing his shirt but it had shrunk to fit her better, must have been her powers. "Well look at you, someone would think Shakky had replaced you with a different woman. Bet ya feel better too don't ya?"

Swallowing you gave a small nod and heard him hum.

Noticing how drained she looked he stepped over to her, noticing her only stiffen up but not become defensive. "Alright then darlin' time to go back to the room. You gonna go without a fuss this time?" again she gave a small nod. "Good. Come on then." Bending down to scoop her up he held her close to his chest in on of his hands, using the other to grab his blanket and bag.

Looking around the ship as he carried you back to his room you saw a few more people, the crew. Some glanced to you for only a moment before going back to what they were doing but a few stared at you rather unsettlingly.

Sensing her becoming nervous he snapped his eyes to Shikki who was busy starring at his female with a large smile on his face. As soon as the male noticed him glaring at him however and heard him growl in warning he huffed and went back to eating. Walking a little faster to his room he locked the door behind him and finally felt at ease. Gently placing her down on the bed he dropped the blanket beside her while he put up his bag and lit the candle. Thinking for a moment he looked to her to see her hugging her knees again, her eyes starring down at the bed. "I'll be back in a second."

Seeing him take the empty plate from earlier along with the cup that had been there you watched him leave you alone in the room once again. Breathing in deeply and letting it out in a long sigh you turned your head to the side and eyed the far side of the bed. Before you coudl act however the door was opening again. Seeing him bring in a large bottle along with the same cup again you knit your brows some. The bottle he set on the dresser but you startled a bit when he held out the cup for you to take.

"Here you need to drink something." Watching her take the cup and look down into it he gave a small shrug, "It's just water lass." At that he saw her drink from it and stepped away so he could remove his boots and belt for the night. Pulling off his bandana and dropping it to the dresser top that he saw she had placed the cup back on. Looking to her he blinked, she had moved to lay down on the far side of the bed, facing the wall. Moving onto the bed he settled down, adjusting the pillows behind him so he could still sit up some and drink his sake.

Taking a sip he closed his eyes and sighed. Rolling his head to look at her he finally let his eyes scan up her body. She still had many bruises, cuts and scrapes spotting her skin, along with the welts that he now knew were on her back thanks to Shakky. The knowledge that his omega had been beaten, injured made something inside him ignite. She was bone thin with thinned out cheeks and cracked lips but he could fix that with a proper diet. Dark shadows encased her eyes from where she hadn't had a good sleep in who knew how long. Then there was the fact that she thought everyone was a threat, that she could never let her guard down, that she couldn't trust anyone.

Slowly reaching out his hand he let the tips of his fingers stroke her hair. It was still wet from her bath but now that it was washed he could see that it was actually a H/c color and went down to her mid back. Feeling her flinch when he got close to her neck and shoulder he furrowed his brows. Brushing her hair away from the area he sucked in a breath when he saw how inflamed the bite was. Barely touching the wound he heard her let out a small whimper and swallowed hard when he felt that clenching in his chest. She was in pain. He hadn't tended to it today. Taking another large swallow of the alcohol he placed the bottle on the dresser. Reaching over to lift her up he heard her whine and try to wiggle out of his hold but he wouldn't let her go. "Shhh. Yer alright now lass just let me help."

Grunting as you tried to push away from his chest you felt his large hand lay on your body to keep you there while his other hand brushed your hair to the side to reveal the claiming bite there. When something warm and wet rubbed over the wound you whimpered and tried to move but you weren't going anywhere. At the sting of the alcohol he had drank hit you, you let out a actual cry. "n..no...ah..."

"I know, I know it hurts but ya gotta let me tend to it. I promise it'll ease off, just trust me darlin'. I ain't gonna hurt ya." Lapping again at the bite he held her still.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and nose as he tended to the bite. At first it hurt, it hurt bad but just like he said it slowly eased off and as he went about it you relaxed, finding the sensation quite soothing as the pain was taken away. Finally giving up and letting your head rest on his muscled chest you closed your eyes and breath in slowly, his scent filling your head making you feel... safe... secure.

Noticing how her breathing had evened out and how her small body had relaxed against his chest he grinned softly. Licking his claiming mark once more he placed a soft kiss over the mark. Not wanting to put her down he stroked her back with his fingers, seeing her eyes closed.

He didn't say anything, only continued petting you softly. The bite was now painless only the cool feeling of his saliva drying remaining. Surprisingly you felt better than you had in a long time. After getting your belly full, taking a long hot bath and then laying on your alpha's chest, surrounded by his scent you felt sleep quickly trying to claim you. Letting a contempt sigh you opened your eyes enough to look through your lashes at his large thumb and over the expanse of his chest which was you were using as a bed. Licking your lips you closed your eyes back, listening to the sound of his strong heart beat. "Y/n." hearing him hum you took another breath of his scent. "My name... it's Y/n."

Hearing her speak, tell him her name he smiled softly. "Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Petting her from the back of her head down to her lower back he felt her becoming more and more limp, her breathing deepening. Using his foot to move the blanket close enough so he could reach it he tugged some of it over her and saw her let out a yawn before she nuzzled his chest. "Get some sleep... my omega."

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thatjadedhotmess · 3 years ago

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coffee shop orders hcs !

characters: lisa, fischl, beidou, keqing, kujou sara, raiden shogun (ei) and yae miko

warnings⚠️: some spoilers from the inazuma archon quest, other characters briefly mentioned (jean, bennett, ningguang, itto), its just fluffy yesyes wkgnskmfks also not proofread snfjsmfksm

note: I couldn't think of anything to write but I some how came up with this bs but I do hope you enjoy it since it was pretty rushed >.< (also i had no idea how to write for razor so i didn't write 1 for him but if i do think of something ill add it in TvT)

lisa (麗莎)

☁︎︎ would probably get tea I don't she looks like the type to enjoy coffee

☁︎︎ im thinking rooibos tea or butterfly pea tea

☁︎︎ rooibos tea has a nutty taste to it and is naturally sweet even without sugar so it's super refreshing while butterfly pea tea as a more woody and earthy aroma to it

☁︎︎ would occasionally order a scone to go with it if she was bored and didn't wanna go back to the library

☁︎︎ lisa would occasionally get calls from Jean asking if she could come down to the coffee shop to keep her company while she finishes up paperwork

☁︎︎ gets tea to drinking but eventually falls asleep on the table while wait for Jean to finish up

fischl (菲謝爾)

☁︎︎ she. she would order something instagram worthy and post it on her story you cannot tell me otherwise

☁︎︎ so like cotton candy frappuccino or that pink drink from starbucks that trended awhile back

☁︎︎ has a instagram highlights section just for the drinks

☁︎︎ she might just pull Bennett along to get him to try 1 of the drinks

☁︎︎ *ben spilling his drink and slipping on it and bringing fischl down with him because he grabbed her arm for support but still fell

☁︎︎ it's also always on the hunt for new coffee shops to try different drinks

beidou (北斗)

☁︎︎ im pretty sure we all know about how beidou just loves alcohol

☁︎︎ her coffee has alcohol yes that's what I'm trying to say

☁︎︎ she's probably willing to try anything new drink that has alcohol in it but her go to would be a classic Irish coffee or maybe a pharisee (Black coffee, double shot of rum and whipped cream to top)

☁︎︎ if she couldn't get that I'd say her next option would a cold brew or an espresso shot

☁︎︎ but if she was free on that day I think she would get something for ningguang to drink and hand deliver it to hot because she knows that ningguang is busy

☁︎︎ but also because she has a soft spot for her ahaha

☁︎︎ ningguang simp gang <33

keqing (刻晴)

☁︎︎ black coffee or caffè au lait

☁︎︎ because she's classy but also because she's a workaholic

☁︎︎ I do feel like the only reason reason she does drink it is to keep herself awake while she does her paperwork

☁︎︎ she also would probably only go to 1 specific coffee shop, somewhere near where she works and also somewhere she knows serve good coffee

☁︎︎ she would sit at the coffee shop earbuds plugged in after she orders her usual and just work and work and work.

☁︎︎ the barista definitely knows her usual because of how often she comes through the shop's doors, sometimes even make small talk with keqing or throw in a pastry item, saying something along the lines of, "it's on the house, since your 1 of our regulars."

kujou sara (九条裟羅)

☁︎︎ a double or occasionally triple espresso shot

☁︎︎ something she can drink fast and since she also doesn't enjoy sweet stuff I feel like this makes the most sense

☁︎︎ another thing I wanna add is that she kind of gives off barista vibes to me like I have no idea why but maybe it's my 2am brain thinking but she just, gives off barista vibes yes

☁︎︎ barista!sara (not barista anymore) would literally go nuts over her espresso if it didn't taste right

☁︎︎ *ahem itto messing up her order because he's new and because the barista thats regularly at the counter to serve her isn't there

☁︎︎ IMAGINE IF HER AND ITTO LIKE MET AT A COFFEE SHOP SKFSKSWKFNWLMKSMF

☁︎︎ LIKE SARA AND ITTO MEET BECAUSE ITTO SOMEHOW SCREW UP HER ORDER SO BAD SHE WAS SCREAMING AT HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COFFEE SHOP- SKFNSMFMS SCREAMING

raiden shogun (雷電將軍)

☁︎︎ mmm this 1 was hard but I think she would get a mocha

☁︎︎ the first time she actually goes in a coffee shop (yae brought her), she doesn't even know what coffee is because of how long she meditated in the Plane of Euthymia

☁︎︎ was so mesmerised by everything they sold and had in the coffee shop. from the coffee machine to the pastry selection to just watching people chatting and conversing around her.

☁︎︎ though I feel like her first drink would be a caramel frappuccino since yae didn't really know what to get aside from something sweet

☁︎︎ afterwards ei comes back on her own to the coffeeshop to try out what they have and finds out that she really enjoys iced mocha

☁︎︎ the staff at the cafe are so nice, always recommending her new things to try and giving her discounts or letting her try a pastry (you could say they have a soft spot for her because she seemed so cold at first but actually wasn't that bad) (cough cough also because she's so pretty-)

☁︎︎ has tried to make a mocha herself at home but failed miserably (mhm mhmm TvT)

yae miko (八重神子)

☁︎︎ yeahh I was deciding who (ei or yae) to give it to but I think that yae miko would get the affogato

☁︎︎ she's just classy like that

☁︎︎ walking into a cafe at peak hour and somehow getting a table before ordering an affogato and maybe some food and starting work

☁︎︎ im sorry I just imagine the number of people there that would just start smiling over her. she's literally so charming like- skfnskfnks<3333 (and to me her presence is also really strong)

☁︎︎ gaslight. gatekeep. girlboss i guess🤷‍♀️

☁︎︎ if she brought ei along with her that day I feel like she would just go mom mode

☁︎︎ IMAGINE HER AND A LITTLE CHILD EI-

this was actually kinda fun to write ngl TvT

reblogs are greatly appreciated ! :)<3

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin hcs #lisa minci #fischl #razor #beidou #keqing #kujou sara #raiden shogun #ei #yae miko #ittosara #itto x sara #beidou x ningguang #beiguang #fischl x bennett #jean x lisa #sage🍂 scribbles

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hclyrabiies · 3 years ago

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🍸 if you were to start crying right now, what would be the cause of it?

“The fact that this place doesn’t have anymore scre— cream cheese!” She only had about two glasses of wine and that was enough to cause the vampire to become tipsy enough to start tearing at the lack on availability of one of her favorite things. But Mavis wasn’t tipsy enough to forget in refraining herself from accidentally saying ‘scream cheese’ when she knew no such thing existed within the human world. But the realization of it only caused the brunette to tear up even more as she threw her hands out into the air. “How can this place not have anymore cream cheese?! It’s like the best thing to eat while drunk! And I can’t even have any because they’re all out of it!!!”

#( is it true? that you’re a human? : answered )#alternative be: how fluffy to touch she thinks johnny's hair is #but knows she can't touch because she needs to stay away from him

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years ago

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Captive Love 25

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus yells at Sans to get his shit together, but he's a mess... AKA Sans gets drunk... and remembers some things from the past... that he'd really rather not..

A/N: There is some... possibly triggering events... experiments and tiny skele abuse... little Papyrus is too cute and sweet... Also mentioned possible death. It, as usual, is separated with the ~~~ and should be (at least mostly) safe again at the next set, safe summary in the end..

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Story

Blackout.

Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling like the scars on his chest were going to break through and destroy his soul.

The sun blared outside, shining into his sockets.

"fuck off," he growled, rolling back over.

Papyrus pounded on the door, making the sounds reverberate through his skull. He couldn't tell if it was louder than normal, or it just sounded like it to his throbbing skull.

"GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS UP, SANS!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! I KNOW YOU WENT OUT DRINKING AGAIN LAST NIGHT, LIKE THE FUCKING MORON THAT YOU ARE!! YOU'D BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I'M COMING BACK UP HERE FOR YOU!! YOUR STUPIDITY IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A LAZY DRUNK MORON!!"

The day was hell- actually, life was hell at the moment…

His brother yelled at him about how stupid he'd been every chance he got- like he didn't already know that he'd royally fucked up.

Every place he went reminded him of something he'd shown, or wanted to show (Y/n), her excitement at all the different things she'd never seen before had warmed his soul every time.

Each time someone asked where his pet was made his soul thrum and ache to be close to her. ...and punch the person in the face… She was so much more than the pet they'd had to pretend she was.

Every time he got Grillby's, he remembered her face of delight as she ate it for the first time.

Every bite of his brother's food reminded him that she'd been there and helped him get better at cooking.

Every time he rolled over in bed and smelled her scent caught on the pillow, or the sheets…

And then there was the time he'd gotten back from drinking, and had been stumbling around drunk in his room, kicking random stuff on the floor, only to discover a pair of her underwear that he'd probably tossed in the corner in his haste to get to her.

That had made him collapse in a heap of self hatred and regret.

Sans sat at the table, stabbing his fork at his dinner aimlessly.

“I MADE YOU A WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HOME COOKED MEAL! DON’T FIDGET WITH IT AND ACT LIKE IT’S THE TRASH YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH AT THAT GREASE TRAP,” Papyrus snapped at him.

“sorry, boss…”

Papyrus clenched his jaw, staring at his own fork pushing around a bite longer than necessary.

“I WARNED YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE TO FUCK IT UP.”

Sans didn’t say anything.

“YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF.”

“i fuckin’ know, boss!” Sans yelled, scooting his chair back from the table. “i know i’m a fuck up! it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i always manage ta fuck everythin’ up!”

Papyrus sniffed haughtily. “I’M GLAD THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?”

“i can’t do anythin’ about it! i fucked up, an’ she hates me! i took ‘er back ta th' edge a th' boundary, an’ there’s no way i can ever find ‘er, now!” Sans glared at his plate of food. 'sides, she wouldn't care- not that i'm sorry for being an asshole, not that i've been tryin' ta be a better monster, an' made great progress, too! maybe only a lil before i met 'er, but her bein' here made it so much easier to be better…

Papyrus scowled at his brother. “THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY-”

Sans cut him off by standing up, his chair making a loud noise as it almost fell over, and started towards the door as he muttered, “i’m goin’ ta grillby’s…”

After grabbing his coat and slamming the door after him, Sans shortcutted to the bar, intent on getting wasted.

A few drinks in with a good buzz, Sans started looking around.

He wasn’t quite drunk enough to not remember, but it was at least a bit hazy.

“Heya, Sansy!”

He looked over to the bar stool next to him, seeing the cream colored bunny next to him, ordering a drink. He followed her to her regular booth, and they began matching shots, seeing who could get the drunkest first.

Sans opened his eye sockets, his fuzzy eyelights looking around the bar, seeing some drunk monsters starting to be a bit more friendly with each other.

His skull fell to the side as he shifted, realizing that he’d missed a bit of what had happened. He straightened up in the booth seat and looked down at his drink again.

Maybe he should try to find someone…

Even if it was a one night stand, it would be someone to try to get rid of his memory of- no… thinking her name would only start the hurt again… make his soul burn with the knowledge that he was to blame for fucking his life up beyond repair.

But, finding someone might be a good idea; he needed to at least stop jerking off excessively to her panties, or reading those stupid, mushy, trash books he hid on his shelf while imagining that she was the leading lady- and he was lucky enough to be the bastard who’d seen the error in his ways and was given a second chance…

…

Sans tossed back his drink and took the half empty glass from the passed out bunny across from him, downing it as well.

He was finally kicked out of the bar, Grillby chasing everyone out as he closed.

Sans took a shortcut home, but ended up in the field near the echo flowers he had planted to remind him of Waterfall, where he used to look at the Underground “skys” and pretend the crystals were stars.

He yelled loudly for a minute, then tried again, this time making it within a short distance of the house.

He swayed dangerously, but he made it in through the door, getting to the foot of the stairs and seeing the door to the hidden room open. He went to it, hand stopping short only due to him passing out across the floor with a thud.

His vision had gone dark.

Darker...

…yet darker…

…and darker, still…

…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sans felt his soul floating above his body, unable to move as Gaster held him there with his weird powers.

“Just hold still, you little shit…”

Sans could handle it… as long as he left Papyrus alone, he could handle it…

“P-PAPA…”

“What is it? What are you doing in my lab? Why are you here?” Gaster demanded roughly in irritation.

Sans fought as hard as he could to shift his eyelights to see his little brother. He needed to stay away! Sans wished that he could talk, yell at Paps to run, to go hide, to never come there, ever again- but he could hardly shift his eyelights.

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SANS?”

run, bro, run! Sans begged mentally.

“Well, you see, you weak little fool, monsters are stuck underground. We’re not here because we want to be. Your useless brother here, is going to help us escape,” Gaster told him.

“THAT’S AMAZING, SANS!” Papyrus shouted in proud joy.

Sans tried to will his brother to leave, to save himself from the sadistic monster towering over him.

Papyrus’s jaw hit the hard floor as Gaster smacked the back of his skull so hard he fell forward.

“Don’t be stupid, you worthless little runt,” Gaster snapped as he tore the ragged stuffed animal from his grasp. “He’s only a part of the experiment, he’s not doing anything worthwhile.” He held up the prized toy and ripped it’s limb off. “Just like this garbage is only making you weaker.”

“NOOO!” Papyrus cried, a heart wrenching sob that made Sans’ soul hurt.

Gaster glared at the small skeleton on the floor. “You have no need for this trash,” he sneered. “It’s as useless as you are.” He tore at the thing until it was completely in pieces and destroyed.

Sans wanted to punch Gaster in his stupid cracked face.

Gaster plucked Papyrus from the floor and turned to hold him where Sans could see. “Look at how weak you’ve made him,” he gloated. “If you didn’t coddle him and try to protect him from the real world, he’d be stronger.”

Sans could feel his magic gathering in his bones, pushing and fighting against Gaster’s hold on him.

Gaster looked Papyrus in the socket. “You should thank your brother for this- for making you as weak as you are.”

A shot of fear showed on Papyrus’ face before the first hit came.

Red, hot, magical tears built in Sans’ sockets as he fought to get free, to help his brother, but he was only able to sort of flop around on the table.

Papyrus’ cries and tears were background noise for Gaster’s cries and accusations, telling Sans that he could thank himself for his brother not being able to defend himself, telling Papyrus to thank Sans for making him so weak. His gleeful cackling mixed with the noise of the attack.

One of the machines in the room kicked into another level, sounding like it was reversing the flow it had been using.

“sssstttppppp…”

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Emotions are weakness.”

“sssttoppp…”

“Weakness is unacceptable- weakness will get you dusted.”

“sstoopp…”

“I thought I had taught you both better- but maybe you’re just slow learners!” The thought was accompanied with a manic and near demonic grin. “Maybe you just don’t learn- maybe you need to be taught over and over and over-”

“stop,” Sans choked out.

Gaster was too focused on what he was doing to notice at first, but when it seemed like a circuit or fuse had blown, he paused his movements.

Sans started shaking, his body twitching every which way as he fought, fought to be able to save Papyrus.

He felt a power just beyond his phalanges, he could almost reach it-

The tears in his sockets grew, starting to stream down his skull, as he stretched himself to touch it-

The power in the lab started to flicker, and Sans felt like his soul was being ripped into tiny pieces with a cheese grater, digging into it and shredding the super sensitive entirety of his being.

“What are you doing, you stupid fucking brat,” Gaster demanded, glaring watchfully at him, ignoring his screams of pain.

Sans couldn’t hear him, though- he couldn’t even hear the screams leaving his own mouth, he was only consumed with protecting his brother, stopping Gaster from hurting him.

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the power cutting off and slowly starting back up.

Sans felt weightless, like he had no restraints.

He threw himself from the bed, but felt that he didn’t even touch the floor. He was held by a gathering of power- the same power that he’d tapped into.

The power that was…

Gaster sneered as Sans stood before him, attempting to adjust his magical hold, but it didn’t affect him.

Sans clenched his fists and gathered the power there, ready to stop the attack on his brother, a shimmer moving around his fists.

Gaster cackled at him and tossed Papyrus to the floor. “So, you’ve finally done what you were meant to do this whole time.” The tall monster reached for Sans, but his magic didn’t affect him. He made a displeased face at Sans before flourishing his hands, the gems in the centers of his cutout palms gleaming as he grabbed something in the air and pulled, lines attaching the two shimmering to visible for a moment.

Gaster grinned dangerously in accomplishment and jerked the lines, making Sans stumble forward.

“And to think; all it took to motivate you was a little smacking around of your brother… Maybe I’ll make you…” Gaster manipulated his hands in strange ways, and Sans could feel himself being tugged around by his own magic. “Yes, I could make you the one that hurt him instead… but, I think that I’ve taught him enough about the dangers of being weak… now I think I’ll teach you the dangers of caring for others-” Gaster twisted his hand and made Sans pick Papyrus up, holding him even with his eyelights. “How it can only hurt both parties in the end.”

“i don’t wanna, pap, i swear,” Sans begged him to understand as he felt his hand being drawn back. “i swear it’s not me, paps- ya know i’d never do anythin’ like this ta ya…”

“But it is you, Sans, look at your hand, it’s the one that’s about to hurt the one you love,” Gaster sneered from behind them.

“‘s not- ‘s not, paps- y’re my lil bro, i love ya-”

He was going to kill him-

Sans was going to kill Gaster for making him do this.

“The best part, is that the more monsters I link together, the more power I’ll have… I’ll be able to break down the barrier all on my own- as soon as I link enough souls together,” Gaster crowed in victory.

Sans looked down to his ribcage where his soul sat, seeing a string connecting it to Gaster’s soul, a strange bond forming between his soul and the holes in his palms, the gems floating in the middles, that he’d never seen before- in fact- he didn’t think he’d ever seen this glow before on Gaster.

Sans focused hard, letting go of Papyrus and took a hold of the line and tugged, pulling Gaster instead, turning the larger monster to him and making him stumble to be the right height, even for him to pull all the energy he could into his hands, summoning a large bone and swinging hard, hitting Gaster in the skull, seeing the flash of fear and realization just before it connected.

Gaster fell to the ground, limp, and Sans dropped the bone, letting it disappear as he stared in shock.

Did… Did he just kill Gaster?

He knew he thought about it a lot…

He knew that he wanted to do it to stop him from hurting his brother- wanted to punish him for hurting his brother…

But… why wasn’t he turning to dust…? Why was there… blackness leaking from him?

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Sans turned to Papyrus when he felt a bit more certain that Gaster wasn't going to get up and attack again.

He felt his soul twist in knots at the expression of pain and fear on his small brother's face, sure that it was partially due to the crack from his maxilla, between two sharp teeth, up and heading to his cheek bone. But the other part would have to come from…

"b-bro-" Sans' voice caught, his hand freezing in mid motion, his phalanges starting to curl closed into a fist. “i… i’m sorry, bro,” he murmured.

Papyrus threw himself into Sans’ arms, small, almost silent sobs leaving his small frame.

Sans felt his soul twist again.

“i- it’s a’right, paps- i- h-he… he’ll never hurt ya again. never…” He murmured against his brother’s skull. “i promise…”

Papyrus held tighter to him, trying to hide his silent sobs better.

“i- imma help ya become th’ toughest monster out there. ain’t nobody gonna mess wit ya…” Sans stroked over his brother’s skull, not quite sure what else to do to comfort him. “ya- ya are th’ great an’ terrible papyrus, after all…”

Papyrus mustered up the strength to give a soft, “Nyeh Heh Heh…”

Sans held his small form closer to his chest, curling around him. "it's ok, paps… everythin' is gonna be ok…"

He just had to get rid of Gaster's body…

After a moment, an idea came to him, and, thinking it through while he held and comforted Papyrus, it seemed to hold up…

He'd hated all these years of going to the lab with Gaster, but… looks like they were finally going to be good for something.

He didn't think anyone else knew about the void between realms that Gaster had accidentally tapped into while trying to find a way out of the Underground.

"S-Sans…" For once, the small skeleton's voice matched his size.

"yeah, paps?" Sans asked quietly.

"Are… Are You Going To Be My Dad, Now…?"

Sans felt like he was the one who'd been smacked in the back of the skull with a bone attack.

"i- n-no, paps- i'm still yer brother, i- i ain't fit ta- i ain't old 'nough ta be a dad-” he corrected, trying to put it in a way that Papyrus would understand, “but… imma take care a ya like one, 'k? ya don't have ta be scared, imma take care a ya… i'll keep ya safe…"

Papyrus tightened his hold on Sans. "I'm- I'm Going To Keep You Safe, Too," he murmured.

"that's 'cause y're gonna be th' biggest, strongest monster out there. no one'll be able ta beat ya, 'cause y're th' best…"

Sans held his brother tight, feeling the newly awakened power burning through his bones as the two held each other, swearing that they'd keep each other safe and alive, no matter what it took.

A/N: Safe summary: Gaster is experimenting in connecting souls together, using his powers to hold Sans down, when little Papyrus comes down with his precious stuffed animal to see what they're doing. Gaster hits Papyrus as punishment for being "weak". Sans completes the connection of his soul to Gaster's to break his paralyzing hold on him and protect Papyrus. At first it works, but then Gaster uses two crystals type things (that Sans has never ben able to see before and isn't sure what they are) in the holes of his hands to focus his power and control Sans, making him hit Papyrus, as punishment for caring for and loving him. Sans tells him the whole time that it's not him. Sans regains control and stops himself, using gravity magic to bring him down to level, and then manifests a bone attack and hits him, very hard, in the head. Sans wonders if he's killed Gaster, and holds Papyrus close while trying o figure out how to hide Gaster's body. Sweet moments ensue in the mostly safe part.

#underfell sans x reader #uf!sans x you #red (underfell) x y/n #underfrick #underfluff #tsundere sans #reader insert #y/n #mutual pining #romance #angst #fluff #multi part story #Read on AO3 #past abusive relationship #Sans is sad without Reader.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Ducktales 87 Reviews: Working for Scales (CACC Finale): Islands in the Sky, Stereotypes on the Ground

The grand finale to Catch as Cash Can as commissioned by @weirdkev27! It’s a race to the finish as Scrooge, The Boys, Gyro and Launchpad hurry to get a now floating Atlantis to Macaroon before the deadline while Glomgold sets the Beagle Boys against them to stop them! Sterotyping, mother trucking balloons, Scrooge being a jerkhole again and one hell of a climax are floating on by under the cut along with the full review!

I made it! A full week almost of reviews, 4 episodes, and one big commission and with this it’s finally done. And it’s been a heck of a ride and i’ve thoroughly enjoyed doing it and hope to get more commissions in the future. For now though the Goal Line is in sight, let’s get going.

Previously on Ducktales:

And as for this series, if you haven’t been following along at this point, Scrooge is in a contest with Glomgold to get his fortune to Macaroon to be weighed in order to get marketing rights to the Lightbulb replacing world changing Firefly Fruit. He’s had to deal with Beagle Boys, Sea Monsters eating his ice cream that turn out to be robotic whales driven by smart morons, and a bunch of asshole frogs with on sense of anything in a really boring adventure best forgotten. Point is Scrooge found atlantis, that’s where his gold is and the contest is almost up. Everybody ready?

We open with Disney Plus giving me a very nice message.

I’d heard about this but it was my first time seeing it.. and I prefer this to the previous content warnings as instead it just flat out apologizes for it and tries to use this racist bollocks as a learning tool instead of just covering their ears and pretending they weren’t racist. Granted it took them a few months and is clearly to cover their own ass, but even an ass covering disclaimer can still have some good intentions behind it and given how big and unwieldly disney is it’s not suprising it took 6 months to put this on there. They still haven’t put House of Mouse, Wonder Over Yonder, Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero or American Dragon: Jake Long on here after a year, Disney can be slow sometimes. Dosen’t mean there isn’t some good that can come from this or that I don’t appricate them going as far as to put this one one of their tv shows. And given how they’ve basically had to be fought to get full gay content into one of their shows and they shot in a region of china where there’s concentration camps, I think there are bigger issues with disney than “oh no they took a bit to decide on how to readress their racist content oh no”. It was a nice gesture, I can give them that while still booing them for the other things.

Now that’s out of the way the episdoe itself opens in Macaroon where Glomgold is already there and at the scale and naturally is trying to get the Kishke to just end it already. The Kishke being a fair man though refuses as Scrooge still has an hour to get there and refuses to budge. And that’s ALL I can say good about this character. I already thought he was bad and racist in part one and let them know it but since Disney has acknowledged via this blanket statement that “It was wrong then and it’s wrong now” and he’s even worse now, I feel it’s my duty to lay the hell into this awful, obnoxious, annoying stereotype of a character who, as I must remind you, was played by a white dude. And unlike last time i’m not giving Hamilton Camp credit because I did my homework: This guy had plenty of rolls at this point, was an accomplished singer and song writer and could’ve walked away from the roll if he genuinely wanted to or put his foot down but clearly had no issue playing a “waccccckyyyy” foreign stereotype for a little extra dough. It’s just obnoxious to watch this outdated even by 1987 standards stereotype of an indian leader with a bit of a sultan thrown in because why not piss off the middle east too? Just make everybody good and justifably pissed off at this bullshit. The Kishki repeats words, is dumb enough to think glomgold’s coat is talking to him, and is just unplesant to watch. As Disney themselves said “It was wrong then and it was wrong now”, their own words. This character is terrible, obnoxious, offensive even for the 80s and think about that for a second and it’ll get worse for you and drags the episode down considerably any time he’s on screen. Scre the Kishke, screw hamilton camp for agreeing to this, screw the writers for thinking this was REMOTELY okay, and screw anyone who thinks i’m taking out unecessary time to bitch about this. It was bad then, it’s bad now. Nuff said.

SO yeah as you can tell i’ll be glossing over the bits of him and glomgold.. basically over the episode the beagle boys, we’ll get to them in amoment, will raido glomgold, the kishke will think his coat is talking.. it’s a whole thing and I’m not giving this uttelry stupid and offensive bit any more time than I have to and I just did.

Back to the main story, Glomgold , while publicly sure Scrooge lost, continues to be a good villain here: while I still prefer Keith Fergueson as his delivery’s are a lot more lively and he’s a lot more 3 dimensional, i’ve REALLY grown to like the original 2: He’s a clever mastermind who always has some trick up his sleeve and spends most of the four parter ahead of scrooge: None of his schemes link back to him in a meaningful way, and he basically has a straight shot to the Kishke and getting his gold there since Scrooge is too busy protecting his gold from Glommy’s Goons to retaliate and too honest to do so if he could anyway. He’s a fun villain to watch and is easily the best of this four parter and my opinion on him has gone up since the last few parts. He’s still not AS interesting as Magica or the boys, but he’s far more compelling than I gave him credit for .

Naturally he brought the beagles to Macaroon via air mail, a nice gag, though Burger quickly gets old fast as every sentence is some sort of “He likes food joke’ Get it...

It’s annoying it’s outdated and i’ts obnoxious. And frankly Fresh Price of Bell Air also took part in a lot of fat jokes.. but they still work on some level since they mostly come from Will, a snarky teenager who doesn’t know better and Geoffry, a snarky butler who probably has to put up with a LOT even with a healthy paycheck and thus has every reason to get his tiny digs in where he can. Here it’s just.. the joke is he’s a fat guy. This must be where a young Kevin James learned his schitck from.

But yeah the Beagles are there to watch for Scrooge since Glomgold can’t without giving away the fact he’s you know, tried to actively sabotage scrooge through most of this 4 parter. I almost typed 3 because I still wish Aqua Ducks never happened, though he somehow set up a radar station in the country without the Kishke knowing. Maybe it’s because the episode portrays him as “stupid because foreign”.. actually it’s exactly that *sigh* But Scrooge is Scrooge so he already has a clever plan.. since the gold was left on a now risen Atlantis he’s turned Atlantis into a makeshift airship, likely makeshift because he’s short on time and gyro had to rig something up fast. But it’s damn impressive and nicely wacky: Using a bunch of balloons tied to strings, a bike powered propeller and a small steering column, scrooge is floating his way to macaroon and can dump his fortune directly on the scale if he can find it. Launchpad is steering which makes perfect sense: He’s an ace pilot and in this series can steer anything especially planes, and has the best trained eyes to spot any last minute attacks by Glomgold or any sudden turbulence and adjust accordingly. Gyro is manning the bike and is near dead but the boys are supposed to swap out.. though Scrooge says their too busy working the cloud generator.. only for it to turn out their not there. Oh no! Scrooge panics and tries to get it going but it’s too late: The boys spot them on radar and after conferring with Glomgold, head out in some jets he also sneaked in to stop them.. with his logo on them. Looks like Heron isn’t the only one with issues about when and when not to use branding. But since their taking on scrooge their heading right into the

As for where the boys are they’ve been investigating the lost treasure of Atlantis after their bizarre absence last episode and soon realize OH CRAP WE LEFT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ON THIS AIRSHIP MADE OUT OF THE RUINS OF ATLANTIS OFF! They rush off to apologize while Launchpad bemoans that he can’t counter attack. Gyro however naturally came prepared and has a miniture biplane hidden inside a briefcase, iron man style It’s neat even if it sadly is too slow for Launchpad to do anything. We then get .. this scene. The boys go to scrooge to apologize and explain themselves but Scrooge rather than hear it or understand their you know, ten year old or younger boys who just made a mistake, as big as it was and were still trying to help, berates them, refuses to hear it and tells them he thought they’d take up after him one day but probably not anymore. It’s just an unnecessarily cruel and harsh bit from him and I’ve started to notice that pattern of this scrooge being colder and meaner to people, and it’s not an isolated thing. I’d forgotten just how many episodes hinged on him firing or threatening to fire launchpad. This Scrooge isn’t bad, but the best scrooge stories hinge on a nice balance between his more jackass qualities and his underlying goodness. He is supposed to be gruff, mean and stingy, but not you know.. needlessly cruel with no regret shown at all till the very end after they already helped him. It would’ve worked better if the episode had just one bit of him regretting it before the boys proved to be useful. Both episodes now he’s been cruel to people, even if they’ve screwed up he’s gone beyond it and only turned around when they proved useful> This is the badly written scrooge of the comics, even under masters like rosa and barks, I get annoyed with: the one whose just cruel, mean and selfish and isn’t charismatic or interesting enough to override that. However the obvious solution, the boys popping the Ballons, fails, as Gyro steelbelted them.. somehow. I’ve learned not to ask at this point. But it’s clever and he also likely altitude protected them given how high up there are but that’s just as likely toon physics. Either way it’s neat. Glomgold has the boys do a plan b: anchor the island with some hooks and pull it in the wrong direction. While Gyro struggles to stop them, the boys decide to redeem themselves with an idea by Louie.. but since there’s no c4 or knives aboard he’ll have to go with his second plan which is improvise a slingshot and knock a rock into the hook freeing it and sending the beagles spinning. Naturally though this can’t go easy for them and the sudden jolt from the island being freed causes gyro’s bike to break off the hinges and knock him and scrooge off the island to what the boys assume is their deaths because their apparently both clever this episode and really really dumb. Launchpad catches them but accidently disengages the plane into a breif case, but luckily gyro, after a funny gag where he pulls out random stuff as they fall, always a classic, finds some napkins that turn into parachutes and the three float to the ground safety. Back on Atlantis, I do not get to say that enough, the boys decide to carry on and make sure Scrooge wins since it’s what he’d want and start steering the island into Macaroon. The Beagles land as a last ditch effort, Glomgold is pisseeeed and Scrooge is relieved and comes up with a clever way to mark where to drop the loot: he politely asks for some firefly fruit and makes a landing strip. It’d be a nice contrast moment with Glomgold if Scrooge wasn’t such a dick to everyone and thing except when it benefits him. But the episode frames it like some big character difference and not scrooge just being polite for one second to get what he wants. But the boys start dumping the cash by releasing some balloons, with the beagles doing the same with some others to dump it in glomgold’s pile, but the boys are able to do the trick one more time and thus the fortune’s are tied. Scrooge however cleverly wins for the moment by using his number one dime to tip the scales. Naturally though Glomgold is one step ahead, and has a dump truck full of money ready. Guess we know who made Kamp Krusty.

And now has more with only a minute left though the Kishke being good for this at least refuses to call it and the boys naturally decide to hunt for the lost treasure of atlantis. The beagles naturally follow, leading to the human chain moment above, but the boys find the fish, trick the beagles into coming down so they can get to the other fish, and dump all the money right onto scrooge’s side. And after four LONNNNNG episodes of adventure and stupidity, Scrooge wins. It’s also revealed the dumptruck was mostly lead bricks to the suprise of no one. Scrooge has won, he reconciles with the boys thanking them having leanred nothing, and the Kishke picks up the unfunny coat gag one last time while everyone laughs, at last, mercefully the end.

Final Thoughts on this one episode: This was a decent finale. Scrooge was a bit cruel to the boys but understandably enough that while it bothered me , didn’t make the episode actively worse like last time, they just laid it on a bit too thick is all. But the action is great and the pacing, minus the utterly grating Kishke bits, is top notch, with a tense flight to get to the kishke, tons of fun twists to it and the final push itslef being really thrilling as the boys dangle and then use the chekovs gun to win. It feels earned and it was a nice subversion with the dime bit which itself would’ve been a fine ending. It’s a thrilling and fun episode.. it’s just dragged down from excellent to decent by the utterly loathsome racist characture that is the Kishke who has I covered up top, is far more present here and far more stereotype and far less tolerable. It drags down the pacing and what’s otherwise a fun well paced episode and a good climax to a not so great 4 parter. Speaking of which. Final Thoughts on Catch as Cash Can:

This four parter was pretty lackluster all things considered. While it started off hot with “A Drain on the Economy” easily one of the best 87 Ducktales episodes i’ve seen, it quickly wore out it’s good will with the enjoyably bad “A Whale of A Bad Time”, Sea Monster Ate My Ice Cream Scene notwithstanding, the utterly dreadful “Aqua Ducks”, and the thrilling but also annoyingly racist “Working for Scales”. It started fine but it’s clear they didn’t have enough material for four full episodes here as the latter three ALL suffer from padding and it’s very noticable, with Whale of a Bad Time at least covering it up better with it’s convoluted plot. This plot REALLY didn’t need to be this long and would’ve been better, if still annoyingly racist, with just two, just having another expiation for the air ship which was awesome. Instead it’s just an overpadded mess with one excellent episode and one utterly masterful scene, and some good action in the last half and I can easily see why they only did serials for big events from then on out. It was a good idea to have more serials they just executed it really badly and it’s better this was the ONLY mid-season one from then on out if this was the best they can do. Truly disapointing.

Well that closes the book on Catch as Cash Can. I’d like to thank @weirdkev27 for commissioning these. While it wasn’t a fun sit sadly, I did get some good material out of them and it was a pleasure to dive into the original series and I plan to again some day. If you liked this review follow me for more as I review a new ducktales episode every monday and plan to still do at least one a week once the hiatus kicks in again, as well as loud house whenever new episodes come out and I can watch them and new amphibia when it comes back next year, as well as scattered reviews throughout the week. If you’d like to comission your own review, simply send me an ask or personal message or send an ask for my discord and we can get started. IT’s 5 dollars for one episode, 15 for movies and 5 dollars off when you order 3 or more. Until we meet again check your house for gary buseys and stay safe!

#ducktales #scrooge mcduck #flintheart glomgold #disney plus #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #launchpad mcquack #gyro gearloose #working for scales #catch as cash can

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skzm7 · 4 years ago

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MOBEIUS

BEEZLEBUB’S PURPLE KISS

BUBBLED UP TO SCAR

ITCHIN’ WITH SOMEONE’S SIN

FIRED UP IMPLODING FIST

FEELIN’ FEINT K.O.’ED

SCARLET STAMPED CRAZY! KID

USELESS SHADOW BOXING WALL IS NUMB

JAB HOOK UPPERCUT WHO?

THERE’S A HELTER SKELTER IN SKY CITY

COUNTDOWN TIL IT CLICKS KID

YOU GOT A BAD CASE OF

WACKO BONKERS LOOPY!

TEN NINE EIGHT

HEY SEVEN

HEYSIX

WAKE UP FIVE

COME BACK TO EARTH

PUT ON FOUR YOUR

THINKING CAP THREE AND GLOVES

ROUND 2 FIGHT!

WIPE OFF THAT STICK

GET YOUR BOTTLE OF LIGHTNING

THROW IT TO THE GROUND

CRACK IT OPEN

YOU’RE TOO BRILLIANT TO BE KEPT IN

LET THE LIONS ROAR LOOSE

FILL UP THE STADIUM

THE MAN WITHIN

DOESN’T GET OUT YOUR ILL

BOX THE OLD WOUNDS DREAMING

AND GET REAL

FALLOUT OF MEMORIES

ROOTED TO FEELINGS

CHAINSAW! HAHAHA

I‘M YOUR SECOND COMING!

SLIDE ON MY LIPS

ENJOY LIKE MANY

THE GRAND CHESSBOARD

OF EBONY AND IVORY

IT’S IN YOUR NATURE

TO GIVE YOURSELF IN

I THINK YOUR SMILE

HAS TOO MANY TEETH

FOR A SALESMAN

DING DING ROUND

3, MIND IS MESSY

BODY SO ORPHAN THIN

YOU CAN SEE THE HEARTBREAK

THROUGH THE SKIN

I CAN DO THIS SO WHY AM I TRIPPING?

BANANA SLIP HEAD SPLITTING

BRAIN FREEZE NO ICE CREAM

BUSY B’S SHADOW BECKONS ME DIVE IN

I WRITHE I WRESTLE I CAVE IN

I KNOW BETTER BUT I’M TOO BUSY DYING

NO ONE SEES MY HEAD’S PURPLE FIRE

DROWNING UNDER THE SURFACE

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST WORDS

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST!?

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST CHANCE

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST

GASP!

ENTER YOUR UTOPIA

THROUGH THIS GLASS OF MIND

KALEIDOSCOPE VISUAL

TAKE THE CLOCK WITH YOU

SIT ON MY LAP GOOD BOY!

SANTA’S LIST IS INSTANT HERE

YOU’RE A NEW BORN PHENOMENON

NO CREDIT CARD HISTORY

NO RESPONSIBILITY

NO RISK IN THIS

LABYRINTH OF VISIONARY

I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND

I’LL BE YOUR CANARY

FORGET BEING A VICTIM OF CONSCIENCE

WHEN RELIVING YOUR PAST IS SO

M MM MMM DEEEELICIOUS!

AND YOUR LOVED ONES ON EARTH

DON’T NEED YOU ANYWAY

THIS IS WHERE YOU ALWAYS WIN

HERE’S A SICKLE

PLAY GOLF WITH YOUR ENEMIES HEADS

IT’LL TICKLE

HEY WHERE AM I WHAT THE

HELL AM I DOING?

GOING FOR A BIRDIE

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?

IN THIS BERMUDA TRIANGLE ZOO

HOURS AND SENSES WHAT DID I DO?

MY COMPASS TURNED INTO A U

DIDN’T REALISE I WAS SO BAD

MAD REVENGE NEVER ENDS

NOW I GOT A CLUE HOW IT STARTED

BECAUSE YOU WERE A COWARD

AND YOU DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE

HERE YOU HAVE A VOICE

NO! YOU’RE THE PLACEBO EFFECT GONE WRONG

THOUGHT IT WAS WORKING WHEN IT’S BROKE

DIAMOND MIND REFLECT IN STEAD OF WOKE

BECAUSE YOU’RE SICK

AND THIS IS YOUR SONG

WHAT’S THE POINT PLAYING

IF YOU CAN NEVER LOSE A GAME

TIME’S UP WHERE’S THE GONG

YOUR AUCTION IS UP AND

BONG! YOU’RE SOLD

I GOT SO DARK I FORGOT THE SUN

BECAUSE THE NIGHT IS MORE FUN

WHERE’S THE ALARM WHERE’S THE PINCH?

RING RING! IT’S GROUNDHOG DAY BITCH!

ROUND 4 SAW THE PEN AS MIGHTIER

BUT WHAT’S THE POINT OF WORDS

WHEN MONSTERS ONLY HEAR

THE POINT OF THE SWORD

I DECLARE WAR!

LIFT EXCALIBER FROM THE STONE

RECLAIM THE THRONE

IT’S MY RIGHT TO OWN

START A QUEST TO SLAY AND SLICE

THESE SNAKES HISS IN MY HAIR AND DICE

I’VE PAID THE PRICE MEDUSA VANITY

LET’S DESTROY THIS PLACE

WITH DYNAMITE SANITY

DOES YOUR MIND SWIM IN PURPLE FIRE HM?!

MY BURNING EFFIGY?

WRITHING AGONY

WINDOW SHOPPING WAYS TO VICTORY

LAY IN BED CONTINUE THE LIE

WITH NARCISSISTIC OCD

PARANOID ANDRIOD DELUSION DEFICIENCY

SHOOORYUUUUKEN!

GETTING DESPERATE ARE WE?

COULD I INTEREST YOU IN AN ALTER EGO?

OR ARE YOU ALREADY FULL OF YOURSELVES MY DEAR?

WELL YOU’RE HARD TO IGNORE

FLIPSIDE OF THE COIN

YOU’RE THE PASSENGER

I GOT THE RADIO

SEE I REMEMBER

BEING DEALT A BAD HAND

FROM THE REALER

MADE ME LEAVE THE TABLE

BECAME MY OWN DEALER

BUT ALL I KNEW WAS THE BAD HAND

KEPT ON PLAYING WONDERLAND

DOUBLED DOWN ON WHAT IF’S

INSTEAD OF I WILL

CLIMB OUTTA THE RABBIT HOLE

BRACE YOURSELF BUSY B

THIS MIGHT HURT A LITTLE

YOU’RE GONNA NEED A PLASTER

‘CAUSE I’M WELDING PETER VENKMAN’S GHOSTBUSTER ZAPPER

YAWN I’M CROSSING THE STREAMS

PAWN TO TURN INTO A KING

ROUND 5

BLACK ALWAYS LAUGH’S LAST

BECAUSE WHITE MOVES FIRST

TO FALL INTO THE TRAP

TIPPY TOES TO THIS BUZZ

FADE YOU HYPNOTIC TO WHO AM I? FUZZ

SEND YOU FIRST CLASS TO WHERE ICE BURNS

WORSE BEFORE I GET BETTER

WHERE HEAVY IS THE HOLLOW

WHERE AGONYS END’S

IMPOSSIBLE TO FOLLOW

WHERE SOULS ARE SPLIT TO LICK

SWEET SICK TO SWALLOW

WEAKER BEFORE I GET STRONGER

ABORT THE PLAN

REWIND ESCAPE ATTEMPTS

MICE OF MAN

HEY THE TRAP IS LOOSE BUT

I WILL WIN

CIRCUMSTANCE SNIP! OOPS SORRY!

CIRCUMCISION MISSED THE CUT

BALLS GOT LOST WITH THE MARBLES

KERPLUNK!

I WILL SWIM

SIX DRINKS DEEP

WALKING AUTOPSY TURVY

IMPRESS AN INVISIBLE AUDIENCE

AND LOOK AT ME! TROPHY

I WILL MAKE SENSE

I WILL BECOME KING

YOUR BODY’S OUT OF ORDER

TAKE THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

FIND AIZEN AT THE DOOR

TAKE A TEARS HINT YOU’RE GOING DOWN

WHERE NEVER IS THE FLOOR

THIS IS EASY PULL OUT THE STITCH

I CAN BAMBOOZLE YOU SO MUCH

I’M INSIDE OUT LETS SWITCH

JUPITER CAN YOU SEE THE SPOT I’M IN?

I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN

WITH CHOICE AND REASON

NOTICE PICKING NOTHING

NEVER BEEN IN SEASON

FASHION DISASTER

THIS MAN WENT MISSING IN ACTION

SAVE THE MILK CARTON

TAKE YOUR PSYCHO STAMP AND COLLAR

I’LL GET US HELP KISS IT BETTER

MAKE US SOUND

THIS YO-YO SOUL’S TURNED THE TABLES A

ROUND! 6 I’M ALWAYS BESIDE

A PART OF PERSONALITY

MOBEIUS SHYS

UNTIL IT MADE ME

MEMORY WITH A TWIST OF FANTASY

SOON GAVE ME A VOICE OF MALICE

NOW IT’S MY TURN TO EAT WONDERLAND’S ALICE

AND WITH PURPLE STAINED LIPS MWAH!

PIERCE THIS PSYCHIC PLACE RAW

SHOUT HALLEYUYAH AND A REST IN PEACE

SO PRINCE BEEZLEBUB CAN RISE TO THE SEAT

ALL THE WOMEN I WANT TO KISS

ALL THE MEN I WANT TO KICK

THIS WORLD I WANT TO RULE

I’M THE ONE WHOS GONA LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FUCK

YOUUUAAAYOURRRCANTRRDOGGTHISHHHWITHHHHOUTHHMYAASAYSO!

ROUND 7!!!

THISISMYSCREAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

I’LL BE MY OWN HERO

LET ME LIVE GET MY SOUL SURE

FIND A GOOD HAND

TO RAISE ME UP

MAKE A STAND

BE WHOLE ONCE MORE

SPEAK THE TRUE

BREAK MOBEIUS’ ILLUSION

DOUBT WHAT NO ONE ELSE SENSES - FAITH IN ABILITY

WHEN THEY SWAP SEATS ON BELIEFS SEESAW

YOU’LL KICK YOUR OWN ASS

AND STROKE YOUR ELBOW

RECREATING EVENTS LOST MY

MEMORYS LOGIC OF WHAT’S NEXT

MOVE FORWARD OR BE

STUCK IN THE MUD WITH YOUR INVISIBLE FRIEND?

THINK I FOUND MY HAPPY THOUGHT

HEY PIXIE I CAUGHT MY SHADOW

SORRY I SPLIT LICKEDY LET’S GO

BUSY B AIN’T GOING DOWN EASY

BORN A FIGHTER FROM CHAOS FIRE

ORIGINAL PRIMORDAL METAPHYSICAL DESIRE

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE KID JUST RETIRE

THIS IS MY POWER THIS IS MY HOUR

TO TAKE BACK WHO I AM

AND GET OUTTA L.A.’S TRAFFIC JAM

DISCOVERY IS THE WISH OF THE SOUL

ROAD RAGE BREAK OUT INEVITABLE

NO ONE CAN SOLVE THIS ALONE

IF YOU ARE YOUR OWN PROBLEM

I’M THE MYSTERIOUS WAY

CAVE TO MY SAY

IN HERE I’M KING

I’M THE PURPOSE

YOU’RE THE HORSE

YOU SERVE ME

LOOK UP AS YOU

BOW BEFORE BUB

RATHER TAKE ON THE WORLD

BRAVE DON’T FEAR THE GRAVE

FACE THE MUSIC

FACE THE ENEMY

ANSWER’S ALREADY HERE

SEEING GHOULS OF DEMISE

OR ANGELS IN DISGUISE

ONLY THAT YOU DECIDE

NO ONE EVER FAUGHT FOR YOU

I WAS TEACHING YOU HOW TO FIGHT

ALL YOU NEEDED IS THE SIGHT

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

WALLS OF STEEL AND STONE ARE A WEAK PRISON

MIRRORED WALLS OF SKIN AND BONE

THEY’VE DONE THEIR JOB PRETTY

SURE YOU’RE TOO LATE THIS IS

ALL MINE FOR THE TAKING

MY HEART’S PURE

YOU CAN’T PUNCH THIS LIGHT

OUT OF MY FUTURE

EITHER SHAKE MY HAND OR EAT MY FIST

STEP BACK INTO THE RING

LET’S SEE WHAT YOU GOT KID

THINK I’M GONNA BE ALRIGHT

I GOT WORK TO DO

LET’S FIGHT!

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From “The Silent Album”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DHMQ673

#music #songs #lyric #book #songwriter #album #art #artist #musician #writer #thesilentalbum #rap #hiphop #eminem #drdre #kendrick #beastie boys #mind #mental health #rapbattle #vs #fight

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fearofchicken13 · 4 years ago

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Eggshells 5

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-il

Summary: AU Serial Killers Sam and Dean Winchester find themselves in a bind when the Reader gets caught in the cross-hairs of their plans.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,303

Warnings: dark!fic, NSFW, 18+, Very graphic descriptions of violence, mature themes, death, mentions of death, torture abuse, language, assault

A/N: This has been one of my favorite fics to work on and I’m pretty proud to share it with you guys, so if you felt something please let me know. I literally survive off of your feedback.

Inspired by my girl @alphvjensen’s incredible story Sex and Violence

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The rest of the night dragged on sleeplessly, and wordlessly. Sam made good on his word to Dean and watched over you, his mind racing with fitting together pieces to an unsolvable puzzle. It wasn’t before long that the sun began to break over the horizon pouring soft streams of cream light through the busted cellar door.

“What will you tell them happened to me?” You asked knowing that Sam had to go to work soon, and knowing that you hadn’t missed a day of work since the flu outbreak last Winter. Sam lowered his eyes to the floor not wanting to lie, but not wanting to face you and the truth either.

“You turned over your resignation last night and booked a one way ticket to Rome.” He answered. You sat stone in silence attempting to compute what he’d just said to you.

“W-wha-how?” You asked incredulously, knowing the answer and fearing the confirmation.

“I broke into your apartment last night, emailed from your computer. People will think you’ve had some kind of nervous breakdown. They’ll speculate for a while, and then they’ll think you fell in love with the country- or someone, and you’ll disappear into memory.” He explained, breaking your heart with every syllable. You shook your head hopelessness welling wet in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He said unable to think of another thing to tell you the might alleviate the sting. No one would be looking for you, not for a while at least and by then it’d be far too late. You hung your head in defeat. Skip the country, disappear somewhere in Europe, somewhere beautiful; you’d talked about doing exactly that enough that It wouldn’t be a shocker if you just did it. Any plans to wait it out were completely dashed with the hope that someone would be missing you. If you were going to survive you’d have to play smart and get out fast. He left without saying another word, leaving you with the empty company of your tomb, and the fear the edged in every shadow. You’d never felt so small.

He drove to his flat in silence simply going through the motions of his morning routine finding himself at a loss for what to do. Sam stood in the shower watching red streak the white of the porcelain floor. Usually he could wash away his sins, or at least store them somewhere deep under lock and key, but today he couldn’t shake it. No one else was ever involved, and he didn’t trust Dean to keep you alive without him there. He stood for a moment wallowing in his own self loathing bemoaning that it simply had to be this way when the truth was that he just didn’t want to disappoint his brother. His entire life he’d looked up to Dean, he only wanted what was best for him even if it meant Sam had to sacrifice his own happiness- he owed it to him if nothing else. As he watched you in your own worthy despair it was nearly impossible not to re-evaluate where he stood. Was the life of a murderer worth the life of an innocent? How far was too far?

It didn’t matter in the end, no manner of prayer or wishing or hoping would change what had already come to pass. He didn’t think he could run away from Dean, he didn’t think he could let him kill you.

The worst part of the entire situation was the feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t paranoia, or fear. It wasn’t anxiety or regret. No, far worse, and far, far more dangerous- it was pride. He’d worked on countless cases of homicide studying the flaws in their plans and what ultimately got them caught. He knew the in’s and out’s and just how to get away with it. No matter the mess the Dean provided him with he always came up with a solution, and was always careful. One single slip up could mean the electric chair for both of them. Thank god for them both he was smart enough not to let them get caught. A chill ran down his spine turning his veins to ice the satisfaction he got from playing clean-up crew disgusted him, but he knew in his core he was just as broken and fucked up as Dean was only difference was that Sam liked to pretend he wasn’t.

You had no idea how long you’d been asleep, or even when it happened, it was dreamless, restless and no more serene than the horror you awoke to. A loud thudding and crashing followed by a strangled moan snapped you back to consciousness. Dean’s booted hit heavy on the creaky floorboards below him as he towered over a man cowering on the floor.

“Good morning Y/n, I thought you and I got off on the wrong foot yesterday so I’ve brought you a gift to keep us on the same page.” Dean said enthusiastically, with a swift kick straight to the stomach the man on the floor flipped to his back with a pained groan. Your whole body tensed knowing one single fact: whatever this was did not bode well for you. “Not a morning person? Me either, can’t do a damn thing until after I have my coffee.” He said too calm, and too cheerful. He leaned forward taking the man by the hair and dragging him to the post you’d been tied to previously, securing him far tighter than necessary but unwilling to make the same mistake twice. Then he walked over to you in your chair he knelt in front of you unlocking one of your cuffs and examining the bandaging around your wrist.

“That needs changing.” He said, yanking the first aid kit up from Sam’s chair and setting to work.

“What are you doing?” You asked, fearful of his answer.

“I’m changing your bandages, what does it look like?”

“I mean with him.” You said unamused and looking through him to the dark haired man not even 20 feet away from you.

“Oh him? It’s a surprise. And trust me it’s a good one.” He said a grin splaying on his full lips. His fingers worked deftly making quick work of the gauze padding your sore and angry wrists. When he finished he took you gently by the hands prompting you to stand, he moved you squarely in front of the man on the floor. “Stay right here- no peeking.” He said impishly before moving away from you for only the briefest of moments. When he returned he dropped his ax in your hands, a pistol sat firmly in his. “Kill him.” He instructed.

You whole body ran icy cold as your eyes widened in shock. “What?! No!” You said dropping the ax to the floor, the man on the ground searching between the two of you with a look you knew all too well. Dean shrugged and nodded his head before aiming the barrel of his gun directly at your temple.

“I thought you might say that. I also thought you might need some incentive to get you through. Kill him, or I bury a bullet in that pretty little head.” He said, the humor in his voice washing away to a tone so sinister it raised the hair on the back of your neck, and you didn’t doubt for a single moment that he’d pull the trigger. You’d gotten lucky last night but you couldn’t count on your luck to hold out, not with a gun at your head to say the least.

The fear and adrenaline spiked, your body surged with electricity and pulsed terror through your veins. You cautiously stooped to retrieve the ax from the floor your eyes never leaving the man’s face.

“Please- Miss- you don’t have to do this!” He begged you, crystal blue eyes finding you and piercing your soul. “Jimmy! My name is Jimmy! I have a daughter- Claire, and m-my wife Amelia!” He stammered, tears streamed down your face. You didn’t want to die, you hadn’t done enough, and you hadn’t lived enough. There were still so many things you had left to do. You still had so much left unaccomplished, you were going to write a best seller, and visit the Easter Island heads. You were going to swim with sharks, and eat exotic food, and have a few great love stories. Your life was so far from complete that it hadn’t even started. You wanted to see your sister get married and have kids, you still had family dinners to go to. You had friends who needed emergency drinks at a bar. You still had so much heartbreak, and joy left undeveloped in your life that choosing whether or not to end it right then and there for the sake of someone you’d never seen before in your life just didn’t make sense.

“You have 20 seconds Princess, oh and don’t even think about taking a swing at me- you’ll be dead before you hit the ground, and then you’ll both be dead. At least this way one of you walks away.” Dean interjected clicking the hammer of the pistol backwards.

You swallowed hard a lump catching in your throat making it impossible to breathe. You couldn’t take a life, could you? To save your own? He wasn’t even giving you enough time tow rap your mind around what was happening.

“No please…” You whimpered, clutching the wooden handle of the ax so tightly your knuckles tightened white. Panic set in as Jimmy’s cries echoed in the small space. You stared at him like he was a wounded animal, he’d done nothing to you, you couldn’t take his life.

“15.”

“Please, I can’t.” You whispered, your voice cracking as everything rushed around you making you dizzy, your body paralyzed frozen solid in a feeling you didn’t even have words to express. Every muscle in your body tightened as he continued to count backwards. Dread, fear, terror, anxiety, confusion, every emotion sped coursed through you at the speed of light.

“10.”

“Please! I won’t tell anyone! Just let me go home! Let me see my daughter again!” Jimmy screamed in the commotion of your mind.

“I can’t!” You croaked, the ticking of the clock was running out and you just needed him to shut up so you could think. “I can’t do it, I’m not like you! I can’t.” You pleaded but you cries fell on deaf ears.

“9.”

“Please!” He shouted casting his prayers upward to a God who wouldn’t listen. “Please don’t do this!”

“I can’t!” You shouted as tears fell from your eyes. “Just let me think!” You begged him but he wouldn’t quit begging, clouding your mind with his voice. You couldn’t see straight, he wouldn’t let you see straight. You just needed to figure out what to do. Your entire body trembled under the intense pressure.

“8.”

“No!” Jimmy screamed. “Help! Help me! Someone please help me!” He shouted, but you knew better than anyone it would be in vain. The sound of his screams shattered each and every thought you tried to form.

“7.”

“Shut up! Just let me think!” You screamed, but Jimmy wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t his pleas spilled out of his mouth like a fountain interrupting everything. The knot in your chest just grew thicker and bigger and tighter with each number counted down you were running out of time.

“6.”

You couldn’t escape. Jimmy began to sob almost uncontrollably, shouting his goodbyes to heaven.

“5.”

You wouldn’t win against a gun. He pleaded for God and his angels to look over his family.

“4.”

“Dean please!” You shouted over the howling, but he kept with his count down, his voice booming and echoing all around the small space.

“3.”

You were going to die if you didn’t decide. Your fingers wrapped around the wood of the ax, your body moving against your own will. Jimmy cried out for mercy. This was it. Time was up, you had to make a choice, you both died, or you lived to fight another day.

“2.”

A scream ripped through your throat as every emotion, every fiber in your body exploded all at once.

“1.”

The ax imbedded itself deep into the collar of Jimmy who locked eyes with you as all life was forced from his body with the river of crimson that spurt from the gaping wound at his throat. A gurgling cough, and panic set in subsiding only when his eyes rolled backwards into his skull. You backed away your fingers lingering in the air as the gravity set in on you.

Your stomach churned as you collapsed to your knees vomiting on the floor, the sight of his blood on your hands kicking you into overdrive, your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. Dean knelt beside you, taking your face in his hands. His thumb dragged tenderly over your cheek, as he caught your eyes. He had a soft smile on his face as his fingers ran lovingly through your hair.

“Hey, shh…” He hushed, his voice bringing you slowly back to Earth. “Shh, it’s alright. You can’t leave now. You’re one of us.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you holding you tightly to his shoulder like a child. “Now you know what it feels like.”

He pulled away from you with such care it was as if he were afraid you’d shatter into a million pieces if he moved too quickly. He took your chin in his fingers bringing you to meet his gaze one more time.

“Next time you try to escape I won’t be nice enough give you a chance to be forgiven.” He said coldly.

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