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Power Armor Punch Part Fifty One

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Lucille: *doesn’t follow but keeps an ear out for trouble. Instead she decides to help with the soup and the chickens*

Dogmeat: *plays along happily, doesn’t mind getting tackled/tackling the other dog in their little game of keep away*

Gardio: Anyway, lovely talking up you Miss…

Aster: Hm? *realizes he’s asking her name* Oh- Aster, like the flower. *smiles* I picked it out myself.

Gardio: *eyes widen* You’re-

Aster: A synth? Yes. Everyone here is. Well, except you two. *tilts her head* Though I imagine there’s a reason DiMA let you two in.

Teshteal: His brother’s getting repairs done. He’s suuuuper dirty!

Aster: *nods understandingly*

Donovan: (Leads her up two flights of stairs and up to the attic where the once dingy and dirty space has indeed been converted into a nice sitting room with a few beds. He sets up two chairs close to one another, turning to the girl) “Before we start, I have to ask you something. Rosie, are you okay? Are you safe, I’m any sort of danger at all?” (Still a little suspicious of Lucille, Jasmine hasn’t even confirmed any of what she had said. In fact she seemed rather distant with the older woman)

Jasmine: (Firmly as she waves a hand at him) “No. Do not try and delay it, Donovan. It will not work on me.” (Sits down on a chair, waiting with her face in a neutral expression. Outside the storm rages on, the sound of the rain hitting the roofs shingles is loud enough to cover most noises in the room)

Donovan: “Right….” (Heavy sigh as he sits in a chair next to her, tapping his fingers on the chair while he thinks of what he’s going to say as there’s no arguing with that voice. He doesn’t want to overload the already exhausted and beat down girl with details, he wants to just skip through most of it) “So, you remember that your aunt was making plans to go down to Texas for awhile with you and your siblings? Just to get away from all the chaos and take a breather after…?”

Jasmine: (Nods her head, heart thumping faster when she thinks of her poor sweet mother)

Donovan: (Really doesn’t want to deliver the news right now, but he knows this girl is stubborn as hell) “Well, obviously you being snatched like that would change up those plans, she pushed back everything while everyone we knew tried to find you. I mean everyone Rosie, right down to the kids from school.”

Jasmine: (Thinks of the the kids from school that she would hang around with, all the misfits who didn’t have anywhere else to play without the fear of getting picked on)

Ma: (Goes back into the kitchen where a few more fishermen have joined the first man who walked in. She stirs a big pot that’s filled with chicken noodle soup, all it’s contents homemade)

Fisherman: (Notices that she’s just doing mindless tasks, something she only does when worried) “You doing alright, Ma?”

Ma: “I’ll be fine dear, it’s just that this world can be so cruel to people, especially the innocent…” (Bends down to pick up a dog bowl off the ground then opens a cabinet, reaching in) “Pirate?”

Dog: (Perks up when she hears her name, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she halts the game of keep away)

Ma: (Walks back to the living room with two dog bowls in hand that are filled with canned dog food) “Come eat darling.” (To Lucille) “Would it be a problem if I fed your pup as well? He looks like he could use a bite or two after that trek you took.”

Joyce: (Opening the cage containing the little chicks, setting them inside a baby pool as there isn’t much room in the makeshift pen with the adults)

Dogmeat: *pauses with one leg quizzically raised, toy still in his mouth*

Lucille: No, not at all. I’m sure Dogmeat could use a meal. *has taken the broom and sweeping the living room to try and help in some way*

Dogmeat: *puts the toy away and joins Pirate for dinner. Patiently waits next to the other dog*

Ma: (Smiles down at the two pooches, setting down a bowl before each of them. She looks up and sees that Lucille is sweeping the floor, her eyes brightening) “Why aren’t you a polite sweetheart! Someone’s parents taught them manners!” (Gestures to the kitchen where the aroma of soup and bread drifts from the stove) “Would you care for a bowl yourself? Of soup, I mean.”

Pirate: (Immediately starts chowing down her food with noises of happiness)

Donovan: (Continues) “It was so bizarre, no one knew anything about what happened to you, or at least they pretended to. We checked in with the police stations to try and find the officers that were there that day. I swear Ro-Ro, I saw one of them standing there, you know I have a good memory. But when we confronted her she said that she was off duty that day and was visiting her parents in Quincy. It was the same story with everyone else we found and cornered.”

Jasmine: (Nods without saying anything, remembering Nicks speculations on the vault people and the program they initiated)

Donovan: “We thought we were making progress when Mr Wills got into contact with some old pals from his military work, but then we ran into some hiccups, followed by a wave of a strain of the New Plague started going around in our town. Specifically in our family of friends…” (Pauses to take in a deep breath, remembering all that he went through during those times) “It started with your aunt, and from her it passed on to your siblings, then me and Jie, then our parents, then so on. We had to halt almost everything as everyone was quarantined and bedridden, some of us ended up getting hospitalized…. Including Lilac and Cosmos.”

Jasmine: (Eyes widen when she hears this, her mouth going dry. Her siblings had very weak immune systems even when compared to the average kid, she was always cautious with them during flu season for that reason. If they had caught a variant the dreaded New Plague while already battling with grief…)

Donovan: (Gives her a somber and empathetic look, reaching over to take her hand) “I’m so sorry Rosie, but they passed not long after catching it.”

Jasmine: (Lowers her head, imagining her precious siblings wasting away on medical beds, and her not being there to comfort them…)

Donovan: “You can imagine we were all devastated and heartbroken after losing the three of you, but we all still hope we could still get you back home safe and sound.”

Jasmine: (Raises her head, a little hope in her voice despite the pain that’s weighing down on her) “And my aunt, what happened to her…?”

Donovan: (Opens his mouth, then quickly shuts it while looking away. After a moment he turns back to the girl, still holding her hand) “Rosalinda, I can see that you’re worn down to the bone. Please, why don’t you rest a little then we can finish our chat?” (Gives Jas a pleading look. He shouldn’t have even started this conversation beforehand, should’ve insisted on her getting some rest first) “Just trust me on this one Ro-Ro…”

Dogmeat: *scarfs his down too. He’s a hungry little pup*

Lucille: Oh- yes. Thank you… *finishes sweeping up then adds another log to the fire once it seems it’s getting low* Once the storm is past, I can fix up the chicken coops, if you like.

Ma: “That would be wonderful, a Yao guai tried to break in a few days ago to get an easy meal out of our flock. Luckily it didn’t manage to kill anything, just bash in the roof of the big coop and now we have a new rug for decor!” (Turns to gather up dishes from the cabinets so she can feed her guests)

Fishermen: (All helping with giving the place a wipe down, trying to earn their keep for staying the past two nights plus this one)

Jasmine: (Sits up straight, tilting her head while her face hardens and she draws back her hand. She ain’t waiting a second longer, this delay he’s trying to give only makes her more anxious) “We went to the house, I saw what was in the safe. What happened to her?” (Or rather, what did her aunt do when her adopted niece was kidnapped and her brothers other two kids had passed away)

Donovan: (Closes his good eye) “Rosie… I’m sorry, after all that she took a step back to examine the situation….” (Trails off, not having the heart to tell her the full truth but knows deep down that she is already putting it together)

Jasmine: (Looks to her feet, not breaking face despite wanting to throw up. Or just scream bloody murder and break everything in sight, or claw out her skin until all she sees is red. She’s trying so hard to remain in control, been trying since she had parted with Nick. But now it’s pounding in her chest, hard enough to actually hurt and send shocks through her body)

Donovan: (His eyes click to her hands, then her feet, noting how they subtly move in the direction she anticipates running in) “Rosalinda-…”

Jasmine: (Catches on and springs to her feet, snarling at him with a burst of fury as she feels herself finally rip apart from the inside out) “MY NAME IS JASMINE!” (Bolts across the attic to kick open the small window that lets in a whoosh of wind and rain. She leaps out into the raging storm, free falling three stories. Why does everybody keep calling her Rosalinda? Rosie wouldn’t do any of this shit! Rosie was an innocent little girl…)

Donovan: (Had reached out to grab the teen by the jacket, but was an inch too late. She’s a lot faster than he anticipated, he’d assume she’d be slower with how frail she looked) “Rosalinda-! Dammit girl!” (Wastes no time and makes a beeline to the stairs and clamors down them) “Of course ya do this…”

Jasmine: (Lands in the muddy earth below with a loud cry of anguish at the fucked up world, her sobs getting drowned out by the roaring wind. She stumbles on her own two feet as she starts making a blind run into the thick Fog and radiation storm)

Donovan: (Pounds down the final set of stairs) “Ma! She’s making a break for it again!” (Starts putting on his gear by the door)

Ma: “Oh dear….” (Instantly drops what she’s doing and rushes to slip on a heavy raincoat over her house dress, frantically grabbing a shotgun from the closet) “Dios mío…”

Fisherman: (Turns around with the rest of his crew, sensing the urgency) “Do you need some assistance out there Ma?”

Joyce: (Also rises from watching over the baby pool of chicks. She’s not much of a fighter, but she can still lend a hand in seeking this runaway)

Ma: (As she goes to the door) “Yes please, we don’t know what’s lurking out there…” (Fearful that some big creature of the Island will try to hunt the small girl while she’s fleeing)

Donavan: (Bursts out the main door, slinging his rifle over his shoulder) “Rosalinda!” (Mumbling) “Whatcha think you’re doing now? We ain’t at home anymore, the Island will swallow a little girl whole….”

Jasmine: (Already had disappeared into the forest without much of a trace, running far off with her arms frantically waving in front of her so she doesn’t crash into anything. She can barely see shit in the Fog with all the rain and tears on her face. Her bare feet pound into the muddy ground, getting cut on sharp rocks and twigs)

Lucille: *sighs* Here we go again.

Dogmeat: *already up and alert*

Lucille: *pulls out the Silver Shroud coat- she forgot she had it still but given how much Nick and Jas hold onto each other, her scent might still be on it… or Nick’s scent on her given how much he smokes* Dogmeat, Pirate? Track her down for me. *let’s the two dogs sniff the coat*

Dogmeat: *sniffs it closely for a moment and bolts out of the house*

Lucille: *pulls out her tesla gun and walks out the door* Alright, time to hunt her down. Again. *to Joyce* How good are you with a gun?

Gardio: *ran into Cog and they’re talking about life on the island. Honestly, he doesn’t care much that everyone there’s a synth. They’re still people.*

Teshteal: *chimes in every once in a while about something*

Pirate: (Also picks up the scent, bounding after Dogmeat and the girl. Jas has seemed to have gone out the main gate and is fleeing down the road from there)

Joyce: (Takes out a hunting rifle from the closet, shrugging on a rain coat) (Jokingly) “Not as good as I am with men that is for sure honey, but I can manage.” (Takes a few dosages of Rad-X to help keep her radiation levels down while in the storm)

Lucille: Good. *also takes a few doses of rad-x before heading out into the storm. She switches on the flashlight and keeps track of the dogs through the vats overlay in her power armor helmet*

Donovan: (Curses himself for not explaining things fully to her and for withholding information. She’s Rosie, of course she’ll eventually put it together one way or another. The poor kid is probably assuming the very worst right now. He takes off after the dogs, fully planning on catching this girl for once)

Ma: (Follows close behind with Joyce and the fisherman, giving them instructions on not to get close to the girl and to keep an eye out by making a perimeter if they manage to catch up to her)

Jasmine: (Running like a madwoman, vaguely aware of the destination she’s heading to as she makes a sharp turn in the foggy woods. She’s absolutely soaking wet and freezing right now, but her body is numb to it all. She slows down to a trot, clutching her chest as it gets harder to breathe and questions flood her mind. Did she sleep peacefully at night? Did she go through each day with a calm face? Did she stop to think who she was leaving behind? The pieces start to fall in place, and she gets closer to a horrid answer. The pieces start to fall in place, and she gets closer to a horrid answer, finding herself scratching her sides again to draw blood)

Nick: *still being worked on. Completely unaware of the situation with Jas. Probably won’t know until he gets there*

Gardio: *still talking with Cog, brings up some ideas to make Acadia feel a little more lively.*

Jasmine: (Hears barking in the distance, bolting into a nearby building to hide. She runs through the front door of what looks like a house and clamors up the stairs, hosting herself up to hide in the small attic above the second floor)

Pirate: (Stops when she comes to a small cluster of buildings and homes, barking like crazy at nothing)

Donovan: (Shields his eyes as he glances around in the fog, cursing again under his breath when the pups lose the scent) “Undefeated Hide and Seek champion…” (Rubs his forehead, remembering those tournaments that could last hours) “Please let me win a round just this once, Ro-Ro. It’s for your own good.” (To the group) “Pan out! Search every nook and cranny, no matter how bizarre it may seem. She’ll somehow find a way if she wants to.”

Joyce: (Sticking close to Ma as they search for the teen together in what seems to be an old bank)

Fishermen: (Checking under under piles of rubble and in shrubs, keeping any eye on the nearby ocean for anything that might deem them a snack)

Pirate: (Sniffing the ground, whining loudly when all she can smell is salt and the rotten fish and sea creatures scattered about. Far off in the distance she hears the howls of wolves, making her growl)

Lucille: *cycling through vats occasionally as she checks everywhere in the houses. Taking the opportunity to gather scrap for repairing the coop and a few other things as she does on most outings to find a missing person or retrieve an important lost item for someone. She clears the places out completely, still not finding her* Where are you Jasmine…? You think running from your problems are going to fix anything? How’s that working for you, now? *as she keeps searching* Nick can’t help you now. This is exactly what he was talking about before he shut down.

Dogmeat: *whines cause the salt is messing with his nose too. He’s still picking up traces, though. There’s a reason Nick calls on him for the tough ones. He goes around the houses, sniffing for the one with the strongest lead*

Jasmine: (Curls into a ball and shivering in its furthest and darkest corner. She wants her Dad to hold her right now, to assure her she’s safe and loved in that fatherly manner he does so well. But she has no idea how to even get to him, let alone if her self doubt will let her accept him. She kicks the air while she swears, making several cuts in her sides and arms to help quell her spinning head with her knife. Darkly enough, it brings her back a little with its forbidden pain that she’s addicted to. Yes, there’s an alarm in her head that’s saying Nick will be terribly disappointed in her, and it is getting louder and louder…)

Ma: (Power lifting anything that the girl could be hiding under, getting more frantic as the howling of the wolves get closer. She’s starting to worry that Jas isn’t here, that she may be still running. Or worse, something got to her)

Donovan: (Comes up to one of the houses, noticing the sign that reads, “Waves Crest Orphanage”, a sudden memory from his childhood hitting him. He quickly goes through the door, glancing around at the abandoned nursery and playroom) “Rosalinda! Are you here?” (Starts searching the bottom floor, combing through the classroom and living room. He even lifts up the sofa to check under it, knowing that Jas once hid under one) “C’mon, c’mon…”

Jasmine: (Flinches from her hiding place when she hears Donny downstairs, stashing away the knife she was using while making herself as small as possible in the attic)

Donovan: (Goes up the stairway, catching sight of muddy footprints on the hardwood floor that’s covered by a small part of the roof. He looks to the attic, finding that there’s no stairway or ladder up) “Rosie?”

Jasmine: (Stays quiet as she trembled in her little corner, hoping that he just goes away)

Dogmeat: *finds the orphanage, too. It’s the strongest lead so far and heads inside. Yep. Definitely the right place. His nose doesn’t lie. He runs to where the attic entrance is and barks affirmatively*

Lucille: *hears the bark and comes running* Dogmeat? What have you found, boy? *when she enters the building* Is it Jas?

Dogmeat: *another affirming bark then does the little tippy toe dance he does when he’s found something*

Lucille: *when she hears the bark then the light tapping of his claws* Good boy! This is why you’re the best in the business! *walks over to where Donny is and makes a note to give him extra treats while petting him* Now how do we get up there?

Pirate: (Comes trotting on over, sitting down besides Donovan while whining sadly as she can smell blood from down here)

Jasmine: (Winces again when she hears everyone gathering inside, heart starting to pound more adrenaline throughout her body. She’d start running again if there wasn’t the risk of getting caught when she tries to go downstairs)

Donovan: “Hm…” (Drags over a worn out bed from the corner, positioning it under the gap in the attic that Jas had climbed through) “This should work.”

Ma: (Heard the barking and comes in with Joyce close on her heels) “You found her?”

Donovan: (Tests the bed to make sure it can hold their weight by pressing on it) “Yeah, we did.” (Lowers his voice) “Wait outside in case she tries to make another break for it, please.” (Knows that it is a very likely possibility that she will try to run when confronted)

Ma: (Silently nods her head, motioning for Joyce to follow her back down the stairs to guard the exterior of the orphanage)

Donovan: (Steps into the bed, gaining his balance) “Rosalinda?” (Starts positioning his arms so he can pull himself up)

Lucille: *decides to also wait outside. She’s not going to be much help here. Better to have someone help guard than make it a 1000 times worse* I’ll join the others just in case.

Dogmeat: *sad whine with a tilt of his head*

Donovan: (Nods down at Lucille, jumping up onto the attic. He clicks on his flashlight that’s strapped to his chest, looking around the damp and dingy space. Rain is still able to trickle in through holes in the roof)

Pirate: (Whines from the second floor, waiting for her beloved owner to come back down)

Donovan: (Spots the small shivering frame of the girl in the corner) “Rosie…?”

Jasmine: (Very briefly raises her head to glance at him with tear filled eyes)

Donovan: (His one good eye widens when he sees the blood seeping through her sleeves and sides, immediately knowing what she did because of how the blood stains her shirt in several long thin lines) “Ro-Ro…” (Bends down in front of her, cornering the girl without getting too close. He doesn’t want to frighten her and risk her scampering off again) “I know you’re upset, I-… I am sorry that this all happened to you. I really am, you of all people don’t deserve this.” (Holds out his hand to her, offering to help her up with a gentle smile) “It’s kinda cold out here, don’t you think? And wet too. Wouldn’t it be better if we went inside where it’s safe and warm?”

Jasmine: (Stares at the offered hand, shrinking back while shaking her head with a hiss)

Donovan: (Frowns at her, sensing her stubbornness on her decision to run and stay away from people) “Well why don’t you? If you want to be alone you can use our guest room to hide in or have the whole attic to yourself if you wanted. If it’s running you want to do you can do laps around our farm.” (Scoots in a little) “The bottom line is that you can’t be out here alone, it’s not safe or healthy.”

Joyce: (Leans on the wall of the orphanage from the outside, holding her rifle by her side) “Mama, who’s this girl we have been looking for?”

Ma: “Oh, she’s…” (Pauses when she gets a flashback of Jasmines mother walking into her cafe with a baby girl lovingly strapped to her chest in a sling. Her memory isn’t as clear as Donny’s, she has fuzzy patches and missing details, but she can still clearly see the beaming smile of pride Angélica had on her face while she brought Rosie around to meet everyone) “The daughter of a good friend of mine. She’s a good kid, just a little frightened right now….”

Lucille: *staying right at the door of the building, her armor taking up most of the door-frame. She stays silent on the matter. She made a promise to Nick and there’s a lot of things she could say right now that would violate that promise*

Jasmine: (Hisses and growls again in response to Donny’s last line)

Donovan: “Talk to me Ro-Ro, use your words. Tell me what’s wrong so we can work it out, together.” (She kinda reminds him of when they first found her two cats Nibbles and Munchkins hiding in an alleyway behind a garbage cans. The two little kitties were puffy tailed and hissing like crazy, it taking lots of blankets and slow movements to trap them and bring back home)

Jasmine: (Shuffles back into her corner, scratching at her arms while the pressure builds up in her chest and clouds her mind. She wants her Dad, but he’s not here)

Donovan: (Sighs) “I want to help you Rosalinda, but you have to work with me otherwise I’m just talking to brick wall.” (Reaches out to stop her from drawing more blood. He has no idea that he’s sounding so much like her father right now)

Jasmine: (Lashes out when he comes close with a snarl, trying to strike at his face)

Donovan: (Like he’s scolding a toddler) “No hitting.” (Simply knocks her hand away to keep Jas from hitting him) “And if you want something use your words, you’re not a wild monkey.” (Has gone through this before while befriending orphaned kids, he has all the patience in the world)

Lucille: *standing stalwart in the rain at the door. Just staring into the darkness of the building. Wonders if she should have stayed back at 88. At least there she knows she’s wanted. Needed, even. At least there and all the other settlements she isn’t some looming threat and she can speak her mind without it being taken in the absolute worst faith imaginable. She can actually help without it being taken as some hostile act. Here, in this moment, she’s just some big brute no one trusts*

Jasmine: (Crouched in a defensive position, blood seeping through her clothes)

Donovan: (Wonders how long she has been cutting herself for, and how many times she’s fled from her current group. Although he still reserves his suspicions on that part. He decides to test her a little on that) “Do you want me to get…” (Realizes that he doesn’t even know Lucille’s name, or what she looks like, or what’s even her relationship with Jas. All he knows is that Jasmine apparently has an adoptive father somewhere, but why isn’t he here? She’s obviously in a terrible and distressed mental state, if he’s a good father like the lady downstairs says, then he should be here with her) “Uh, the powered armored lady. You want me to bring her up here so you can talk with her too?”

Jasmine: (Still very salty about the whole needle and slapping thing) “No!!” (Curls up into a ball even tighter, trying to drown out the words in her head)

Donovan: (Frown deepens at her reaction at the mention of Lucille) “Why not?”

Jasmine: (Forcefully) “Go away! Leave me alone!” (She’s really trying not to get full on feral on her childhood friend, if he were someone else she might’ve. Luckily for him, when she looks at him all she sees is that goofball of a boy who was always clumsily falling over)

Ma: (Wondering what’s taking Donny and Jas so long. Although, she can suppose that he’d have trouble convincing her to come willingly, the girl was stubborn whenever she fled from home at night)

Pirate: (Bolts out of the orphanage, barking aggressively)

Wolves: (Come charging out of the Fog, jaws snarling and snapping)

Lucille: *can hear their conversation. She frowns and wonders why she’s even doing all this. She puts up her tesla rifle and pulls out Sutcliffe, turning to face the woods in case the wolves suddenly attack her. Why keep trying to help someone who obviously doesn’t want your help at this point? Who hates you? Who’s made it clear they’d rather you be far away from them? Maybe after they get back to the lighthouse, she should just head back to Far Harbor and wait for the others. At least Jasmine won’t have to see her for a while. She’ll be with people who can properly take care of her- actually be able to address her needs and get her better without the risk of them instantly breaking down or needing repairs. Nick needs a fxcking break from this*

Fishermen: (Taking care of the wolves while Pirate helps)

Ma: (Is ready just in case they come over to the orphanage)

Donovan: “Alright then, she stays down there I guess…” (Squints at the shivering girl) “She said that you got adopted by a man. Nick, right? Is this true?”

Jasmine: (Holds her breath when she thinks of her Dad who’s being patched up at the moment, far away somewhere that she doesn’t know. She looks down to her bloodied self, whimpering when she remembers that she made him a promise, although there was no one to tell when she cut herself other than the wolves in the woods. Tears start to stream faster down her face)

Donovan: (Takes the opportunity to inch closer, watching her hands to make sure she doesn’t run) “Where is he? Why isn’t he here with you while you’re like this? In fact, why did they bring you all the way out here while you are so broken like this?” (Even by Wasteland standards this girl is a fragile mess. She should be somewhere safe while she heals, somewhere where she doesn’t have to be constantly dealing with hostiles that want to rip her apart. Preferably this would be wherever she calls home now, but instead she’s out here with someone she doesn’t seem to be that fond of)

Jasmine: (Thinking to herself) “Because I am too fucked up for him to handle, he is too nice to toss me aside like he should have…” (Remembers their conversation outside of Diamond City, how he said that she was one of his own. Ah, she does not deserve him…)

Donovan: (Gets close enough that he can rest his hand on her shoulder) “Hey sweetheart…”

Lucille: *actually speaks up this time* That’s not the case! He was badly injured and we had to separate to bring her to you! That’s why he’s not here!

Donovan: (Although he can’t see Lucille from the attic he still snarls a little in her direction) “Then explain why IS the little girl is here?!? You brought her in barely alive and hanging by a thread, and you came from across the Island?!? What’s the logic in that?!? Why is Rosie wandering the wastes while having a mental crisis and obviously ill?!? How is that going to help her in anyway?!? What the hell is going on?!?”

Ma: (Turns around to look at the orphanage, having been wondering the same thing since she first saw the girl. Rosalinda was always a very healthy child, even when the odds had been against her due to the lack of food and proper healthcare. But now she’s so sickly looking for even a wastelander that it’s deeply concerning)

Jasmine: (Lowers her head and starts to sob loudly into her hands when Donny starts to shout. She’s too tired for this shit right now, she just wants her Dad to come for her even if he’s disappointed in her cuts. She just wants to be assured that she’s not being abandoned again for the third time. God, she feels like she’s been hit by a semi truck right now)

Lucille: *finally snaps. She’s DONE being the villain in this situation* ASK ROSALINDA!! IF you can even get a WORD out of her let alone get her to actually EAT!!! She wasn’t dragged here against her will!!! SHE CAME WILLINGLY!!!! WE could have turned around at any point on our way here!! ANY!!! And Nick?!? *shakes her head irritably* Nick wouldn’t have had me take her to you if he didn’t think she’d be safe! Guess even the great Detective Nick Valentine can be so fxcking wrong!! *gestures around them then emphatically, almost madly mostly because she’s so tired of this bullshxt* On top of that, she’s not as frail as she looks- she jumped out of the highest window of a LIGHTHOUSE for Atom’s sake!! Do you honestly think?! For one SECOND?! That she’d be okay if she were as WEAK as you say she is?! *scoffs* Do YOU?! *stops and takes a breath to regain composure then bitterly* Now that I’ve yelled and probably made everything exponentially worse by losing my cool, I think I’m going to leave. *takes a few steps towards the woods then stops* Nick should be along soon to explain things in a… more rational light. I know Rosalinda will be safer and happier if I’m not around at the moment so please… *tired but sad sigh* Do everything you can to help her get better. *walks off into the woods to Far Harbor*

Joyce: (Looks at Ma with wide eyes at Lucille’s outburst, mouth dropping open)

Ma: (Frowns and shakes her head) “Leave her be for now.” (To the fishermen who got defensive) “Don’t shoot, there’s obviously something more to this than we can see.” (Scratches her head) “All we can do now is wait and see if what she said is true.” (If not then they are keeping Rosalinda with them until Lucille comes back or they get her to talk)

Donovan: (Stays quiet while Lucille speaks, frowning to himself. She keeps talking about this Nick guy yet he still hasn’t seen him or heard about him from Jazzy, so there’s still a doubt in his mind. Although she is right on the fact that Jas jumped from the third story without getting hurt, although that would be expected from her as she fell from the second story from her home and survived when she was only two years old)

Jasmine: (Whimpers out something inaudible, hugging herself tightly)

Donovan: (Turns his attention back to her, forgetting his thoughts) “Rosie?”

Jasmine: (Faces him with pained filled kitten eyes that are red with tears, finally pouring out what she had been keeping since she visited her home) “MY AUNT LEFT ME THERE TO DIE!!” (Brokenly) “She abandoned me just like my birth mother!” (Bursts into wild sobs)

Donovan: “Rosie, shhh sweetie…” (Pulls the crying girl close to him and starts stroking her hair that’s weighing down with the water from the rain)

Jasmine: (Doesn’t hold onto him but she rests her head on his shoulder) “She erased me from my home then abandoned me! She did not try to come for me!!” (Starts thinking about all the tender and sweet moments she and her aunt shared, was it a fabrication? Did she put on a fake smile? Was all the things she overheard from her aunt about her? Was she actually a mistake to adopt? Did she doom that poor family and everyone knew she would from day one?) “Did she ever care at all!?! Was it a ploy to keep Mamá happy?!? Did anyone care at all?!?”

Donovan: (Rubs the back of her neck, quietly shushing her) “I already told you Ro-Ro and I wasn’t lying. Yes, of course we cared. We missed you so much, we tried so hard to find you and bring you home….” (Kisses the top of her head) “Nothing was ever the same with the three of you gone, it pained me to think that we couldn’t find an away to bring you back, even after the bombs had dropped….”

Jasmine: (Partly melts in his hug, so overwhelmed by everything that has happened)

Lucille: *decides to make a beeline for the nucleus instead. She’s not a practicing child of Atom but at least there’s no Allen Lee. No one gives a shxt who she is there as a member. She’s not even really revered. Just another person who worships a God thought up in the wake of nuclear annihilation. A person that did a few nice things around their home. That’s all she wants now. Neutrality. Ironic since she’s walking right to a hub of a cult in a way*

Donovan: (Pulls Jasmine in even closer, patting her back with one hand while the other continues to rub the back of her neck) “You’re not a mistake Rosalinda, never were and never will be….”

Jasmine: (Trying to get ahold of her sobbing and emotions, but it’s so damn hard to get a grip on herself. She’s spiraling again, and trying to not let her programming get the better of her. That wouldn’t be a pretty sight for anyone…)

Donovan: (His main priority is to get her back to the house ASAP so she can be treated and get nice and clean and dried off by the fireplace. That’s what he wants for her right now, and for her to stop hysterically sobbing)

Ma: (Can hear the girl crying from outside, and it shatters her heart with each loud sob she gives)

Lucille: *actually starts to cry herself. She’s so sick of this shxt. So sick of the accusatory stares. The ever growing devide between her and one of her best friends, and helping in every way just to be looked down on. Maybe she should just take off her armor and lay in the irradiated water in the dry dock until the radiation kills her. Maybe it’d atone for blowing up the Prydwen. For not being able to save Glory. For any innocent live she’s inadvertently taken. For fxcking up all the time… maybe Kellogg should have just… killed her in Vault 111*

Jasmine: (Weakly as she grabs her head) “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You cannot control me anymore…”

Donovan: (Pulls back) “Rosie? What is it? No one has said anything but me…”

Jasmine: “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid…!” (Rocks herself as she tries to fight the programming that’s digging it’s claws into her mind)

Lucille: *stops dead suddenly and gets out of her power armor. She takes off her helmet and stares at it for a moment. She sets it down and pulls out Kellogg’s gun, smirking sadly at the grafitied words “Stinky Bastard Man” on the barrel she added. She starts aimlessly walking toward Atom’s Spring, leaving her weapons behind for someone to find* No one cares out here in the fog. I’m just another lost soul… *looks at the gun again* You were right back there- at the Memory den. You should have just put me down while I was on ice. *checks to see if it’s loaded- it is. Of course it is. She always keeps her guns loaded for a fight*

Jasmine: (Sobs bitterly for awhile, then suddenly goes still and quiet, her face going hard while her life drains from her eyes. She starts struggling again, squirming as hard as she can)

Donovan: (Notices this and grabs her by the shoulders to keep her still, looking straight into her eyes) “Rosalinda!”

Jasmine: (Blankly) “That is not my name.”

Donovan: “What do you-…” (Is suddenly flipped through the air) “Whah!! (Closes his eyes, opening them when he hits the soggy mattress that he dragged to get into the attic)

Jasmine: (Jumps out of the window, rolling on the ground as she lands. She straightens herself out and makes another run for it)

Pirate: (Starts barking like mad again, bolting after the teen)

Ma: (Looks up when Pirate runs off) “Pirate!”

Donovan: (Comes stumbling out of the orphanage) “Rosalinda! Goddammit!” (Makes a groan of frustration and annoyance. Hasn’t the kid learned her lesson yet? He thought he was getting somewhere with her, now she’s running again) “Cmon!” (Starts going after her again)

Dogmeat: *barks and bolts after her*

Lucille: *walking to the spring. She wades into the water, taking care not to get the gun wet* I guess you get your revenge after all… *primes the gun and presses the barrel it against the side of her skull* See you in hell, Kellogg… *finger rests steadily on the trigger. Tries to think of it like taking a shot at a raider or a Death Claw*

Jasmine: (Runs like hell to get as far away from civilization as she can, wanting to be left alone)

Pirate: (Catches up with the teen when she nears the docks for the Vim soda company. She jumps up and bites the girls shirt, giving her a tug back)

Jasmine: (Halts and starts swatting at the pup to get her to stop) “Get off!!”

Pirate: (Low growl as she tries to tug the feral kitten back to her big brother)

Jasmine: (Frees her shirt from the dogs mouth by using her hands, taking two steps back)

Trapper: (Slinks out from behind a house, aiming his pipe pistol at the girl)

Pirate: (Growls warningly, getting into a fighting stance)

Trapper: (Pulls the trigger)

Jasmine: (Yelps and jumps to the side last second for it to narrowly miss her head, diving head first behind a barrier just as two more shots whiz by her. She draws out her knife with a snarl and launches herself onto the trapper, grabbing him by the collar and gives him several wildly placed stabs until his body is nothing more than a pile of mutilated mush on the cracked pavement)

Dogmeat: *jumps in and grabs the girl by the back of her damn shirt and pulls her back as hard as he can*

???: Sister Lucille…? What are you doing?

Lucille: Committing myself to Atom. It’s the least I deserve…

???: You’ve read his teachings, you know this isn’t the way to honor Him. Please… you can confide in me. Tell me what’s going on…?

Lucille: It’s none of your concern, Zealot Ware.

Ware: It is when it concerns a fellow child of Atom that’s lost her way.

Lucille: I’ve read the teachings, yes. I can’t exactly be atomized without a mini-nuke. Now leave me to die in peace…

Ware: *sighs* I knew there was a reason to visit the spring today. It seems it’s Atom’s will that I help you. Please don’t do something shameful and taint the spring with your actions… and talk to me?

Lucille: *lowers the gun* Perhaps you’re right. I should have chosen a different location…

Ware: Not exactly but it’s a step in the right direction. Now please, sister Lucille. Talk to me.

Lucille: *musters up the energy to drag herself up to the shore then breaks down, landing solidly on her knees* I’M TIRED!! I’M SO GOD DAMN TIRED!! I just wanted my SON BACK- *chokes on a sob* I just wanted to live a comfortable life with NATE AND SHAWN AND CODSWORTH!! I just wanted to HELP PEOPLE!! I’m so SICK of getting stepped on!! I’m so tired of HELPING EVERYONE!! I’M SO FXCKING TIRED!!! *bawling uncontrollably after that*

Ware: *startled but kneels and takes her in his arms* Ssh… You can rest peacefully at the Nucleus, sister. Ssh…

Jasmine: “Dogmeat! Stop it!” (Pushes the pup away with all her might, trying to keep him out of the line of fire)

Donovan: (Appears from the Fog and spots Jas getting surrounded, aiming his rifle with his good eye and making a few shots to scare them off the girl)

Jasmine: (Already got in a fight with a trapper who came at her with a meat hook, both of them falling into the ground)

Donovan: “Rosie-!” (Tries to run to her, but gets cut off when a harpoon misses him by a hair) “Shit!” (Dives behind a tree and aims to take the trapper with the harpoon gun out)

Jasmine: (Feels a sharp pain in her side, but that just riles her up even more. With all her might she swings her dagger at the trappers face, ripping off a huge chunk of his flesh before she stabs him in the chest multiple times)

Trapper 2: (Slowly backs away in fear at the fact that the small girl overcame the other guy and shows no signs of stopping)

Dogmeat: *goes right back to trying to drag the girl back by the back of her shirt*

Lucille: *takes a bit to finish sobbing but soon she quiets down*

Ware: Do you think you can make it to the Nucleus?

Lucille: *shaky nod as she gets to her feet*

Ware: *helps her and they start walking back*

Jasmine: (He’s not safe either. Within milliseconds she’s pushing Dogmeat away again and lunging at him to serve the same treatment, but with more rage in her swings. She charges into the house, ready to give into her bloodthirsty rage that her programming is screaming at her to do)

Donovan: (Eyes widen when he sees her blind rage, slinging his rifle behind his back as he runs into the house after her)

Lucille: *when he leads her to a place to sleep in the Nucleus* Please don’t pity me, Ware-

Ware: This isn’t about pity. It’s about saving your life. You look exhausted, sister. *hands her some canned cram* here. But much but I’m sure you need it.

Lucille: *tears up remembering she was just moments away from eating a hot meal before Jasmine ran off again. Why did she even try to help her this time? She knew how it would end. She takes the cram and starts eating it while sat on the mattress. Tears start to stream down her cheeks again but not as heavily as before* Th- thank you, Ware. I don’t deserve this, but thank you-

Ware: *softly* Ssh… focus on sleep. Put it from your mind, Sister Lucille. *nods* Put it from your mind.

Jasmine: (Turns the place into a bloodbath within seconds, shredding apart anything that comes to attack her. Once nothing is moving, a bright Orange Chem box catches her eye. Her addiction takes ahold and she scrambles over it it, viscously ripping it open and taking whatever is in there like a deranged animal)

Donovan: (Clammers up the staircase and stops misstep, horrified by this) “The hell you are doing?!?” (Rushes up to the girl to knock out a container of Jet out of her hands, finding that it’s already empty. He looks to the empty cartridges from the chems the girl already absorbed within seconds, fear flashing on his face)

Jasmine: (Shoves past him and makes a dive for the window, leaping out onto the ground. This time the impact from fall actually hurts her, her leg and side specifically. Still, she stands and tries to run off again)

Lucille: *lays down after eating her can of 200 year old processed meat. Still considering death as she starts to pass out*

Donovan: (Jumps out of the window right after her) “Rosalinda Marie Brooke Romeo!!!” (Jogs up to her with relative ease and firmly grabs her by the shoulders. He spins her around to face him, his face serious with a bit of anger) “Just- STOP! Stop running for once in your life for the love of God, child!! Don’t you understand that you’re putting yourself in danger?!? That your actions can and will have severe consequences?!? That people care deeply about you and get worried sick when you decide to run off to God only knows where?!? Does that not mean anything to you?!? That you’re putting us all in danger by doing this?!?”

Jasmine: (Tries to shrug him off while she screams and thrashes in Donny’s hold) “Shut up! You are not my dad!!”

Ma: (Arrives with the rest of her group, eyes widening with shock when she sees all the bodies and blood, also at how Donovan is scolding the girl)

Teshteal: *slinks up near the scene but far enough away to not be seen by Jas. He gave the paper to Gardio so he could give it to Nick once Faraday finishes putting him back together- he did that thorough of a clean. He gages the situation- they must be the people they were looking for. If this starts getting out of hand he might use a code word to see if it’ll work*

Lucille: *so stressed out she keeps waking up then falling asleep again*

Donovan: (Huffs angrily, holding the squirming girl tightly) “You’re right, I am not you’re father. But I did grow up with you, and I watched as you pulled this up over and over again, not giving a shit when you continually almost got severely injured and when you got hospitalized. When everyone begged you to stop and come home with tears in their eyes, including Cosmos.”

Jasmine: (Hears her little brothers name and goes even more wildly feral with rage)

Donovan: (Releases her but only so he can cup her face and force her to look at him) “I watched the adults all shake their heads and shrug their shoulders tiredly because what could they do with you?! You were wild, stubborn, and living on your own terms. But you can’t do that trick anymore, you hear me?! Somebody has to teach you “No” one way or another. I don’t know what your living situation is right now, but as someone who considers himself as your older brother, I will start because this can’t keep happening!”

Teshteal: *nods. He agrees- if Nick had to specifically instruct her not to run off, it’s a common enough problem that needs to be adressed*

Lucille: *wakes up and one point and stares at the ceiling. Blankly*

Jasmine: (Twists and turns, using her hands to try and take Donny’s hands off her face)

Donovan: (Takes them off only to hold her hands) “Don’t you dare think about running away again, missy! You’re staying right here and that’s final!”

Jasmine: (Pulls on her hands, stamping her feet and crying like a toddler having a temper tantrum. The chems she took are adding to her temperament, clouding her mind even further)

Donovan: (Firmly, leaning in close) “I said no.” (Grips her hands tighter in his, waiting for it to seep into her head that she can’t have it her way. He has taken notice of the wound in her shoulder, looks like a bullet hit her and it’s still lodge inside. Her entire outfit is stained with blood so he can’t see if she’s injured anywhere else yet)

Ma: (Has taken the group to guard the perimeter to give Jazzy a chance to settle down without having a bunch of eyes on her. She stays within their sight though, keeping a close watch on her adopted son and the daughter of her friend)

Pirate: (Whines sadly, too distracted by this display to notice or smell Teshteal)

Teshteal: *watches on. He won’t use it unless she’s completely lost it. He’s learned his lesson from last time. He can retrieve her later using his tail to keep himself safe doing what he did in the Glowing Sea*

Jasmine: (Stares up at Donovan with wide eyes as she kicks and struggles, trying to throw herself back to make him fall off balanced)

Donovan: (Heavy sigh as he looks back down at her, being hit with the realization why she was never properly disciplined. Damn those puppy eyes, pitiful situation, hard to fight reasoning that she has for her own actions, and the over arching fact that she’s a good kid who never did things with evil intentions. Still makes them wrong in the end and he has to say and do something)

Jasmine: (Bottom lip trembles while she tries to give him a sharp kick in the shins, but she can’t make herself do that due to the fear of hurting him)

Donovan: (Maybe not right here though while she’s bleeding out and they are exposed, they should go back home now and get this stubborn as a mule kid patched up. He’ll pick her up kicking and screaming if he has to)

Lucille: *keeps trying to get some rest but it’s hard for her right now* Why the fxck can’t I stay asleep…?!

Teshteal: *watching, still. He fidgets with his shirt and ragged tie excessively to help him focus on the situation in front of him. He doesn’t dare make a noise*

Jasmine: (Teshteal might have to, she’s getting her energy back and is starting to get more wild again in her struggle)

Donovan: (Perks up at the sudden feeling of rumbling on the ground and sound of heavy thudding)

Ma: (Warning tone as she approaches, knowing what it is) “Donny…” (Readies her shotgun)

Donovan: “Shhh! Quiet down, Rosie.” (Pulls the struggling girl close to him and starts slowly backing away)

Jasmine: (Pounds at Donovan’s chest, squirming to get away while remaining obvious to the danger they are sensing) “LET ME GO!!”

Donovan: (Pushes them both into a ditch, narrowly missing the chance of being spotted by a hoard of super mutants who came stomping over from the nearby bottling plant at the scent of fresh corpses)

Ma: (Pulls Joyce who came running over behind her, backing away to take cover before them and the fishermen start shooting) “Brace yourself kids! Them muties can take a punch.” (Takes aim and starts trying to take down the mutants coming over the bridge)

Teshteal: *leaps into action. Doesn’t think they stand a chance against those brutes. He snatches the harpoon from the dirt then jumps into the frey- stabbing what looks to be the leader straight through the eye, completely obliterating the skull then stealing his super sledge to pick off the rest, even using the ones with bombs to destroy the rest of the group by leading them inward and tricking them into setting them off as he leaps out of range. As he watches the most of the hoard get blown to bits he grins. Just another few well placed hits and swings of one Mutant into another and the hoard’s outright demolished*

Joyce: (Sees Tesheal suddenly take down the mutants) “What the hell?! Who’s that-?!”

Ma: (Bumps her on the shoulder as a mutant hound howls from deep within the bottling plant) “It don’t matter, keep sharp that was only the scouting party!”

Fishermen: (Have their guns trained on both Teshteal and the bridge to the bottling plant)

Jasmine: (Tumbles down a slope and lands face first into a knee deep stream, coughing out gobs of water and mush as she lifts herself up and shivers)

Donovan: (Scrambles to where Jas landed in the muddy water and covers her mouth with a hand, motioning for her to stay quiet while bullets fly overhead)

Jasmine: (Shrieks and swats at his sudden hands over her mouth, tears going down her face as she struggles. She manages to pull away from his grasp and crawl back a few feet, rising to her knees while gasping at a sharp pain in her leg that keeps her from fleeing)

Donovan: (Football tackles his childhood friend and pins her down, making sure not to actually hurt her or drown her while she swats and kicks at him. He drags them both into a bush on the shore, restraining Jasmine with a tight bear hug) “Hush now. It’s okay, we’re okay… You’re okay, take a deep breath….”

Teshteal: *laughs madly then grins, baring his shark like teeth* Bring it!! *darts in the direction of the bullets blindingly fast, taking care not to actually get it somehow. It becomes a bloodbath at the bottling plant- he at least distracts the the outer guard long enough for them to take care of Jas*

Super Mutant: (Looms in from above, sledge hammer grasped in its oversized green hands while a breathy huff snorts from his mouth)

Donovan: (Muffles the teens screams by holding her face close to his coat, slinging a leg over hers to keep her from kicking) (Whispering) “Shh, Rosie. I know you’re upset and scared, but you need to calm down for me, okay? Just for one moment…” (Rubs the back of her neck under her wet hair, bracing himself for whatever’s to come next)

Jasmine: (Quiets down in his embrace, the urgency of their situation hitting her cloudy head just enough that she has the sense to settle down and shut the hell up)

Super Mutant: (Scans the ditch while grumbling, eye glazing right past the two) “Hmpth. No meat...” (Lumbers off to attack everyone else)

Faraday: *wipes his brow* Finally. *shuts the casing* Begin startup protocol.

Nick: *his eyes flicker to life and after a few more clicks of his internal hard drive, he blinks and sits up, immediately testing his arms and hands* I don’t know how you did it but everything’s working a lot smoother than before. I can’t thank you enough, Faraday.

Faraday: Yes, yes. If you really want to thank me, don’t let it get this bad again, alright? *motions to the bin of soiled rags, some of them completely black with dirt and tar from his smoking habit*

Nick: *notices and frowns, nodding* I will certainly try not to. *sits on the edge of the table and moves his legs back and forth just to make sure they work right. He stands and looks down for a moment* Seriously, though. You’re a miracle worker. DiMA’s lucky to have you. *walks over to his pants and shoes and starts slipping them on*

Faraday: More than he knows. Seeing you like that, though? It makes me worry I’ll have to start keeping a closer eye on you. It would devastate him if you suddenly died. You ought to be more careful out there.

Nick: Oh don’t worry about me- I’m notoriously hard to kill.

Faraday: The bucket full of dirty rags says otherwise.

Nick: *shrugs* So, it does. *turns to him after buckling his pants* Just one question. You got any clothes I can wear?

Faraday: Ask Dejen up at the store. He should have something for a couple of caps.

Nick: Bad news, I left my caps in my coat and Lucille still has that.

Faraday: *hums in thought* I’ll spot you a few. *hands some to the old synth*

Nick: Thanks. Take care, Faraday. *leaves and heads upstairs to talk to the shopkeep*

Donovan: (Breathes a sigh of relief, although they ain’t in the clear yet. He relaxes his hold on Jas, hoping she’s calmed down some)

Jasmine: (Starts round two hundred of “making everything more difficult and a whole lot worse for everyone” by trying to pry Donovan’s arms off her shoulders)

Donovan: (Sighs again at her desperate struggling and scans the area for somewhere safer to take cover, spotting a worn down crumbling bridge nearby that they can hide under until the fighting dies down)

Jasmine: (Literally hissing and yowling like an angry feral kitten that’s been picked up from the side of the road)

Donovan: (Goes to lift the teen up by the waist, halting when he feels something warm pooling at her side. He pulls his hand away, horrified to find that it’s soaked in new blood) “Shit! You’re bleeding!”

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the type of dads they'd be

w atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa, oikawa, iwa, kuroo, bokuto & ushijima

warnings: all characters are aged up (married), everyone has daughters cuz i'm soft for that kind of crap, and just domestic stuff ig

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✵ atsumu

ya know those types of dads your friends crush on? that's atsumu. whenever he picks up your daughter from kindergarten after training, your child is always surrounded by a mob of girls from her class - some were even from the higher grade levels 💀 they'd squeal so loud when they spot your husband's sports car come into view, making your daughter think he's their dad. they would even gossip about how lucky you were, to have been married to the blonde and how you're probably not even that pretty 🙄 atsumu would be nice to these girls - thinking they were d/n's friends, while they were obviously only being chummy with you bc ur dad was a pro athlete. so d/n couldn't help but throw a dirty smirk their way when her dad carries her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. d/n's not sharing lol

bonus: imagine the look on those girls' faces when both you and atsumu pick up your daughter the next day. they thought u were a literal mowdel cuz u hot sis 💅 #powercouple

✵ osamu

perfect husband? mhmm. loving father? oh yes. i see osamu as the family type of guy, who's a super chill parent but isn't lacking in the disciplining department. he's fully aware of the spats he and tsumu had when growing up, so he knows how important it is to be fair in everything involving his twin girls. they want the same toy? samu will buy another one. a twin gets something the other doesn't? daddy osamu to the rescue. what he does have trouble diving equally however, is his attention. to your dismay, both of your girls are daddy's girls - and they'd always argue about who gets to his on your husband's lap, or play with his hair, and even help him make meals. it's exhausting, but your husband wouldn't want it any other way. they're his girls after all, but it doesn't help the fact that you sometimes compete with your kids over his attention lol.

✵ suna

your husband and daughter drive you insane. they're like the exact same person who honestly share the same brain cell. all they do is nap, nap, nap - and you guessed it! NAP 24/7 while you're left doing all the chores. bless ur poor back 🥲 you were pretty sure the both of them have atleast ten hours of sleep at night, sometimes a bit less for rin whenever he games with the miyas, but they always seem to be so tired. it also doesn't help that your husband is absolute trash at telling d/n off, so you're left to do all the disciplining. making you the "evil" parent while your daughter sees rin as her saviour. everytime there's an issue, it's always 2 against 1 (ur the minority babe) and you've had enough! when u start ignoring the both of them and giving them the "passive aggressive" treatment, u bet they got their act together and are now at your beck and call 😌

✵ oikawa

another one who just can't say no his darling princess 😔 oikawa would spoil your daughter rotten, to the point where it becomes too much. anything she demands, he hands it to her on a gold platter. clothes, jewelry, toys, electronics, and even her own debit card 💀 (may i remind u d/n's only 6) it's gotten to the stage wherein your daughter was growing up to be super stuck up and over her head. you tried putting her in her place, but the brat doesn't listen to you. lol she doesn't even listen to her father. but to be fair, oikawa doesn't even try scolding d/n, all she has to do is whine and throw out her puppy dog eyes and all is forgiven. but u know who can put your daughter in her place? uncle iwa-chan ✋ both your husband and d/n literally line up saluting whenever iwa comes over - courtesy to your invitation of course. after a few whacks to oikawa's head and a firm talking with d/n, the house 👏is 👏 in 👏 order👏 .... until they get sloppy and u call iwa again.

✵ iwa

finally, somebody you can actually rely on 💀 Iwa's the ideal father figure, and any offspring of his can easily pass for a veteran's account. as ive mentioned in oiks's hc, iwa's an expert at dealing with spoiled children and adults so it's practically a given that he'll be the one doing most of the correcting when it comes to handling d/n. babe's a brat magnet i swear since this is iwa's child we're talking about, your daughter doesn't even have tantrums, even if she doesn't get what she wants. d/n's respectful, obedient, and everything oikawa's child isn't lol. despite being stern though, iwa's really soft with his family. he does d/n's hair and picks out her outfit for pre-school. after picking her up, he'll sometimes take her out for ice-cream, or if she does especially well in a test, he'll reward her by getting her something he knows she would like. 10/10 father material 🙌

✵ kuroo

good luck to d/n cuz this one's the type to embarrass his kid in front of other people. ya know those parents that demand a kiss when dropping off their kid? hm yup, this is kuroo. when his daughter refused to, man literally followed her outside and it's like time legit stopped when he dramatically called out d/n's name. other kids started whispering, so sucking up her pride, your daughter quickly gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave. but being the annoying piece of *censor* kuroo is, he turns her around and asked her to kiss his other cheek too cuz "it's not fair." ... yo, d/n's so done rn ✋ it's her first day of kindergarten and her dad's already messing it up. as well all know, kuroo's a dorky man, so yes - expect the dad jokes 💀 he thinks he's so smooth, and d/n actually asks you if you regret marrying him. on the contrary, your daughter is very, very, very smart. she memorized the entire periodic table, knows how to explain the concept of acids and bases, reads about chemical reactions, and listens to chemistry podcasts. all at the tender age of seven years old 💅 so in a way, she does take after your husband.

✵bokuto

that really fun dad every kid is jealous of. bo would be a very affectionate father, always squishing d/n's cheeks or spinning her around the living room. it's so precious how he loves showing your daughter off to his teammates, and buying her souvenirs from the places msby travelled to. they'll have this best friend dynamic where you're the third wheel 🤡 that doesn't mean they don't love you though! because they fight for your affections like all the time. like, if they went out somewhere together and you stay at home - they'll make it a race to see who could get to you first when they come back. they'll be such babies about it technically d/n is a baby, and bo's considered one too rip expect these two to always been hugging or whining for your attention. it's all fun and games until one of them becomes emo tho. yup, it runs in the blood so d/n inherited your husband's ridiculous mood swings. if one of them is in a bad mood, the other one who will quickly follow. ur starting to think it's a disease 💀 better have akaashi on speed dial 📲

✵ sakusa

he's super observant! he knows everything there is to know about d/n. from the curl of her hair all the way down to what shoe size fits her. he knows right away if something's wrong, so of your daughter comes home feeling sad, but tries her best to smile, believe me - he knows. sakusa wouldn't confront her about it head on, but would gently coax d/n into confiding in him herself. he understand how important space and patience is, so he implements this in his parenting. once d/n tells him about what's bothering her, he'll listen quietly to what she has to say. your husband may be the silent and aloof type, but you and your daughter bring out a completely different side to him. a side nobody thought even existed, so consider yourself lucky.

✵ ushijima

the type of dad that goes, "go ask your mother" whenever his daughter asks him for permission for something. dads are honestly more lenient than moms, so your daughter always goes to your husband first whenever she wants something, and this man - after being duped by d/n so many times before finally learned how to take a stand. little does your poor husband know... whenever she wants chocolate at night, or wants to stay up passed her bedtime she asked ushijima and when he'd bring up whether or not d/n's asked you for permission, she lies and says you have. toshi, oh poor, poor toshi, doesn't believe his sweet pumpkin to be a liar so he believes her 🥲 that is, until you arrive home and demand an explanation for all the mess.

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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delirium.

yandere! zhongli, childe, xiao, scaramouche x gn! reader.

not sfw (18+) scenarios, liyue + fatui edition.

tw: dubcon + alcohol (xiao), noncon (childe, scaramouche), blood (childe), implied physical abuse + exhibitionism (scaramouche).

disclaimer: this is not a healthy relationship (apart from zhongli’s...maybe).

art belongs to ぐみ, kaskia, and kureiiro.

zhongli

he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

your lips are someplace they shouldn’t be and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. his fingers—fingers that have conquered humans and gods alike—sit awkwardly on your hips, twitching with embarrassment and pleasure for each kiss you lay upon his neck. he’s warm there, just how you like it, and you waste no time laying hotter, wetter kisses along the apex of his jawline.

“t...” he catches himself before he can stutter like a fool. “this is inappropriate, my beloved.” he clears his throat, and you’re quick to silence him with another kiss.

“this is what you wanted.” you playfully remind, not once missing the pink blush on his cheeks. 6,000 years old, and he has never done this with someone he loves; you suppose you should take that as a compliment, but really, you’re just excited by the thrill of dominating a god in bed.

“i suppose you’re correct, but this still doesn’t feel...” he starts, but his eyes get caught on the way your legs are straddling his hips; he draws a sharp breath, an embarrassment washing over him.

you laugh, and it’s like music to his ears. “this is what lovers do, zhongli. that’s what we are, isn’t it?” you tilt your head, your smile coy. “it says so right in the contract.”

ah. he can’t argue with that, so he shuts up.

you giggle in triumph and continue your ministrations, paying his awkward touches and clumsy kisses no mind. it’s cute, the way he’s trying so desperately to restrain himself; you sort of want to see him... snap.

the lower your kisses get, the more he questions why he’d ever want you to stop. and he reminds himself that you’re right, that your lips belong there. they belong on him... just like lovers do. then... as it stands, letting you straddle him to the futon is fulfilling no such obligation. as your loving husband, it’s his duty to see to it that you’re well taken care of.

it’s in the contract, after all.

you’re on your back before your lips can reconnect with his skin.

“allow me.“

tartaglia + fatui! darling

"does my little mouse want to cum?”

childe pushes his hair back to get a better look at your pitiful state. you’re standing on your knees, battered and blooded from the fight he’d forced you into, and your cheeks are stained with tears and dirt. his gaze locks onto your face, analyzing your reaction to the cock stuffed down your throat—and the dagger pressed against your jugular.

your whimpers died down a while ago. must’ve realized you lost this battle in its entirety.

“you were so full of yourself earlier.” childe jeers, enjoying the way you squirm with humiliation at the thought. you’ve always been aware that the difference in skill between you and him was far too great to warrant anything close to a win in battle, but the situation you’re in now does nothing but add insult to injury.

just how he likes it.

“now that i have a fistful of your hair and i’ve brought you to your knees, you have nothing to say.” his laughter bounces from the walls without a care for who hears. “for all that strength you tout, you can’t even handle this?” he tugs your head back, admiring the way your bloodied face contorts with pain when a few strands of hair come with it. “how pathetic.”

you’re tempted to bring your teeth down onto his—

“bite and i’ll cut your tongue off.” he smiles. you’re not safe even in your own thoughts. “if you’re good, i’ll even help patch those wounds up for you. doubt you can reach most of them by yourself.” he chuckles, and you recall that he deliberately aimed at places you can’t reach. your back is covered with a litany of fresh wounds and blood, and your arm have so many small wounds it’d be impossible to reach your back on your own.

bastard.

your lips instinctively squeeze around his dick; to your displeasure, he moans, and a laugh soon follows. “careful, sugar. don't squeeze so hard my cock slips out.” he hums and bucks into your mouth. you nearly gag when he hits the back of your throat.

“we’ve hardly started.”

xiao

“oi, take responsibility.”

your eyes are shameful when they avert to the side, your skin dusted with hot embarrassment and arousal. the sight before you was one you could’ve imagined only in your wildest dreams —the esteemed adepti xiao’s legs spread around either of your ears, his eyes blurry with excitement and sake. his pale skin is red with the effects of liquor and arousal, and his lips are twisted into a lopsided smile; it looks like it’s taking all of his facial muscles to keep the expression intact.

he’s not in his right mind, but you know better than to disobey his orders. xiao is a patient man lest you cross him; and, despite his keen affections for you, you’re no more exempt from those rules than the archons themselves.

so you purse your lips and nod; he seems pleased at that.

you hear him draw a sharp, excited breath when your fingers venture to the belt keeping his pants up; on his exhale, he can hardly contain his delight when the fabric around his waist loosens and slides down his thighs. atop his warm skin, your fingers twitch with fear and elation.

even in his drunken state, he senses your hesitation. you nearly yelp when his hand shoots out and grabs hold of yours, but his grip is nothing short of gentle. they hold yours as if you are something to be treasured; despite all he’s threatened to do to you when he’s in a fit of rage, you can’t help but feel more at ease.

you let him take your hand.

his hands are flushed and shaky as they guide yours to the tip of his cock. you draw a shaky breath, the feel of his skin foreign. this will be your first time with him; you remind yourself that you shouldn’t be doing this. he’s drunk, he’s not in his right mind. but if you don’t, he’ll...

he cuts your train of thought with a sharp tug of your chin, pulling your head closer to his throbbing member. he doesn’t have to speak for you to understand what he wants.

“suck.”

if you don’t, there’s far worse in store.

scaramouche

“aw, are you going to cry? beg me to stop?”

you hurriedly shake your head.

“go on then. tell me what’s the matter, pet.” he nudges your bruised cheek with his knee; the skin there still stings from his earlier assault. you’ve learned since then—to be a good pet, to listen to him when he speaks, to do as he says without question nor hesitation. “have you gone mute already?” he sighs and rests his head against his knuckles. “that’d be no fun...”

you just want him to let you go.

you shake your head once more, uttering a small ‘no’ to sate his admonishments. you’ve learned not to speak unless spoken to. you’re better off that way.

“you were running your mouth earlier. where did all that bravado go, i wonder?” scaramouche’s lips twitch into a cruel smile. looking at you now, no one would ever think you were talking back to him only minutes ago. poor little thing, you had to be put in your place. you’re curled onto your knees now, shaking like a newborn pup, and he likes you better that way.

you deserve a reward.

he offers a pitying caress against your raw cheek; his skin is frigid to the touch, and you lean into it more so to relieve the hot ache of your bruise than because you’ve been instructed to do so. he accepts your subservience all the same, so long as you’re subservient to him.

“strip.”

he barks another order and your body immediately goes stiff. normally, you would have shot up and done exactly as he wished, but you didn’t. not this time, not with the prying eyes of his envoy watching your humiliation in full display. you didn’t want it to come to this, to be disrobed and ridiculed before anyone other than him. if you were alone... it was just him, you could’ve lived with the shame, because no one would know but him.

and he knows that.

when you don’t move fast enough to his liking, he kicks into your stomach—light enough that there won’t be bruises. you’ve been so wonderful lately; it’d be a shame if you ended your good streak now.

“my precious, stupid little pet. you’ll do well to remember that when i say something, you do it. quickly.” his tone is final.

“else i’ll have my men strip you themselves.”

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handsomelyhiddleston · 3 years

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The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

“Papa!” India ran towards her father, Chris Hemsworth.

Hemsworth picked her up, looking around for whoever had the other two. When he spotted you, he waved and laughed seeing both boys clung to you. You had one on each hip. A big perk of being curvy is that it makes it a lot easier to tote the little ones around.

It was rare that him and his wife, Elsa, both had projects going on at the same time, but when it did happen, they had a close friend nanny the children near one of the projects. With the twins being a year old and able to be away from their mother for a short time, Elsa reluctantly took a month-long job where she would be doing quite a lot of traveling. Chris put her worries at ease and told her she had put her own career on hold quite a lot for their family. You had met the couple back when you nannied for their manager. When they had India, you helped them navigate having a child while working in Hollywood. When the twins arrived, you once again moved in with the family and helped smooth the hectic schedule involved in being a parent to three kiddos while working in such a high-demand and publicized job.

“India, I told you to wait for me” you gently scolded the young girl.

“…but I saw papa n unca Tom” she replied, hiding her face in her father’s neck.

“India, you know you need to listen to Y/n. She just wants you to be safe” Hemsworth said, rubbing her back with his hand.

“…m sorry” she said, peeking her face out and smiling at you.

“Thank you” you replied.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full” Tom said, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the two boys sitting on your hips. “I think we’re done for the day” he added, gaining the attention of Tristan, one of the twin boys.

Tristan reached out a hand, making grabby gestures towards Tom. “Looks like you’re about to have your hands full” you quipped, safely passing the 1 year old to Tom who happily took him into his arms.

“Hey, buddy” Tom said, smiling as the young boy gently played with the wig he was wearing. Tom was great with everyone’s kids. It kind of made you wonder why he hadn’t had any of his own.

Hemsworth spoke to India, bouncing her up and down. “Papa and uncle Tom need to go get out of our costumes and then we can all go home and eat. Does that sound okay?” Chris was talking to India, but he looked at you and Tom as well just wanting to confirm that this plan worked for everyone and making sure Tom knew he was welcome to join.

“Sounds wonderful” Tom replied.

“India, why don’t we go get dinner started for everybody. I could use some help.” You knew that India LOVED to help cook.

“Your papa takes a lot longer than me to get ready…” Tom teased, making Hemsworth laugh. “So why don’t you let me walk you back to the car with Y/n so he can get a head start?”

India started squirming, wanting her dad to put her down. “Make sure you hold uncle Tom’s hand the whole way.”

When you got back to the car, you put Sasha in the first child safety seat and turned to grab Tristan from Tom. “Thank you for walking them back with me”, you smiled up at your always generous friend.

“No need to thank me” he said, passing off the second boy. “You’re incredible with them, but I know it has to be a lot of work.”

Strapping Tristan into the second child safety seat, you replied. “You’re a natural with kids, Tom. You’re going to make a wonderful dad someday.”

Slightly blushing, he replied. “Well, I’ll take that as the highest compliment coming from you.”

Tom’s sincerity kind of stopped you in your tracks for a second. “I’ll take that as a compliment as well”, you failed at hiding the grin he’d put on your face. “India, say bye bye to uncle Tom. He needs to go get ready so him and papa can come home.”

The girl gave Tom a hug before reaching for you. “I’ll see you guys soon” Tom said, waiting to leave until you got the third child strapped in so he could open your door for you.

“Always a gentleman” you smiled at Tom who was still in full Loki garb.

As you climbed into the car, Tom said “A woman such as yourself deserves to be served by the gods.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you thanked him again. “Remind Chris that he promised he’d bring home ice cream for India.”

When you got to the house where you, the kids, and Chris were staying during filming you pulled into the garage and unloaded the kids. The two boys were in their safe gated area in the living room so they could play, and India was sat on the counter helping you tear apart lettuce for the salad.

“Good job, sweetie.” You said, finishing up the grilled chicken and squash. “Can you go wash your hands for dinner while I get the boys set up in their high-chairs?” you asked, setting India on the ground. “Make sure you use the bathroom downstairs. No stairs without an adult!” you called out. You continued making the salad at the counter

“Dinner smells wonderful” you heard, feeling a hand on your shoulder. You were startled, not knowing the guys had arrived home.

“Shit!” you yipped, turning and almost dropping the bowl in your hands.

Tom grabbed the bowl, trying to hold back laughter. “I’m so sorry” he laughed out, setting the bowl on the counter and wrapping his arms around you.

“You made me say a bad word” you replied, laughing into Tom’s chest. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned back against the counter for stability. Looking up at him you added, “No swearing in front of the children”.

“Well, I’m not the one that said it, darling” a smirk present on his otherwise serious face.

“You’re supposed to leave the mischief at work” you laughed, dropping your arms from around him and turning to finish the salad.

“What fun would that be?” he said quietly into your ear as he reached around you and snagged a vegetable out of the salad.

When you turned around, he was stepping over the child gate to grab one of the twins and get them set up at the table. You shook your head as if you could shake away the very inappropriate thoughts you were having about your friend.

You could hear Hemsworth laughing in the other room, India giggling along with him. “Well, are you going to tell me the secret?” he said. “No one else can know?” he questioned. India must have been trying to tell him something. “Well, they can’t hear you, just whisper it to me.” It got quiet for a moment. “Ah, I see. I’ll have to pay attention and see for myself.”

“Are you telling secrets?” Tom asked after grabbing the second twin and setting them up at the table.

“Mmhmm” you heard her say as you brought the platters full of food to the table.

“Do I get to know?” you asked, turning to grab the twin’s bowls since they weren’t eating adult food yet.

“Maybe” she answered before telling her dad she could get in her own chair. She was quite proud that she wasn’t in a high-chair anymore and she wanted to seat herself.

“Do you need help with anything else, darling?” Tom asked, following you back into the kitchen.

“Help me grab the cups of water?” you answered, handing him two full cups before grabbing your own and a small juice cup for India.

“Dinner was delicious” Hemsworth said, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his stomach.

“It truly was” Tom added, standing to gather the dishes.

“I’m glad” you replied, gathering the dishes Tom hadn’t grabbed. “You don’t have to clear the table.” You said, reaching for the last dish.

“Nonsense” he replied, grabbing your hand before you could grab the last dish. “You worked hard preparing this wonderful meal. The least I can do is help clean up.”

He wouldn’t let go of your hand until you conceded. “If you must” you said with a smile. “Thank you.”

You saw India crawl into her dad’s lap and whisper something to him. “I see” he answered, looking between you and Tom.

You shot him a look, letting him know you were suspicious of whatever they were talking about. Hemsworth shrugged, acting innocent.

After dishes were done and leftovers were put away, Chris put the twins to bed. You could hear him singing along with the giggles of the twin boys. “India, do you want to take a bath before bed or in the morning?”

“Tomorrow” she answered, crawling up the stairs to her room with you right on her heels.

“Tom, there’s a bottle of red wine already out on the counter if you want to grab a few glasses. I’ll be back down in a few.” You called down the stairs.

When you finished getting India dressed in her jammies and got a movie playing in her room, you headed back down the stairs. You could hear the guys talking in living room, but you couldn’t really make out what they were talking about. “You make it sound a lot easier than it is” you heard Tom say before you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“All good?” Hemsworth asked, getting up to go say goodnight to his daughter.

“As per usual, she’s a dream. She’s watching Big Hero 6.” You answered, walking into the living room.

“Come sit” Tom said, holding out a glass of wine for you.

You grabbed the glass and sat in the spot next to Tom. “Thank you for pouring the wine” you said, taking a sip and sighing, laying back against the soft couch.

“Long day?” Tom asked.

“Not nearly as long as yours. I can’t imagine going non-stop all day like you guys do.” You answered, turning your head to face Tom as you took another sip of wine.

“Ridiculous” he said, tapping his glass against yours. “You take care of three tiny human beings that have all of the energy and attitude of their father”, he laughed. “I’d argue that your job is harder.”

“They’re great kids. The only reason this week has been a bit tiring is because the twins are teething. Sasha seems to be getting it worse, though” you explained.

“Poor thing” Tom said.

“I know. He’s been clung to my side all week. I’m surprised Chris got him to sleep, actually. He’s been fussy at bedtime and usually ends up passing out in my arms.” You felt Tom’s arm slip from the back of the couch to your shoulders.

“Well, enjoy the break” he said, pulling you to lean into his side a bit. “Though I can’t blame him for wanting to sleep in your arms.”

You looked up at Tom. “You’ve been awfully complimentary today.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve got a wonderfully voluptuous figure, darling.” He cleared his throat. “I imagine anyone that gets to fall asleep in your embrace is going to sleep well.”

“Well, if I thought you were interested, I might just tell you to find out for yourself.” You could hear Hemsworth coming down the stairs.

“Tom, I got the spare room all set up for you so we can ride into work tomorrow. No point in going to your place since we both have to be in the make-up trailer at 7 tomorrow anyways.” Chris said, laying out on the couch across from the two of you after grabbing his wine glass. “Y/n, I checked Sasha. He’s still asleep.”

“I’m glad. Hopefully his teeth aren’t hurting him as much.” You answered.

Chris looked at how you and Tom were sat and made eye contact with Tom, raising his eyebrows and looking between the two of you. “Anything you two want to tell me?” He asked, grinning like a little kid.

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom smirked, drinking the last of his wine. “Would you like more wine, Y/n?”

“Yes, actually. Thank you.” You sipped the last of your wine, handing the glass to Tom. When he got up, you watched him walk away with a smile on your face.

When he was out of earshot, Hemsworth imitated him. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” He laughed, looking at you and waiting for some sort of response.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him” you shrugged, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“I’d wager a bet that I know what’s gotten into him.” He looked you up and down, sipping his wine, as if to say ‘duh!’ You’d become practically family to Chris and Elsa, and unbeknownst to you they’ve always thought you and Tom would make a great pair.

“Then why now?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “India’s big secret earlier was that she thinks uncle Tom over there thinks you’re pretty because he looks at you like I look at her mom.”

Your face softened, thinking that was the cutest damn thing you’d ever heard. “Your daughter is officially my favorite of your children. You aren’t allowed to tell the boys. Or their mother.”

Chris laughed. “But seriously…give it a chance. Trust that I know something you don’t.” He was trying to help without breaking Tom’s confidence.

You could hear Tom walking back. You whispered, “I didn’t know I had a chance!”

“Here you go, darling.” Tom sat back down, opening his arms so you could resume your earlier position.

“Thank you” you answered, snuggling further into Tom.

The conversation went back to normal after Tom came back. The guys talked a bit about what they would be filming tomorrow, and they answered questions as you had them. Chris talked about the fact that Elsa would be coming to visit for a few days since Tom and him had two days off from filming after tomorrow.

“Y/n, Elsa will be here for 2 nights, 3 days and she wanted to make sure you knew that you didn’t need to work that whole time. You’re obviously more than welcome stay with us and keep your schedule, but she wanted you to know you could make plans.” Chris explained, knowing that you usually stayed and helped even when one of the parents was going to be around full time for a while.

“I don’t think I have any plans to make, but I’ll keep it in mind” you answered.

As the night wound down, you could feel yourself drifting off while cuddled up next to Tom. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“It is getting quite late” Tom responded, his hand running up and down your arm.

“Thank you two for a nice kid free night” you laughed, pulling yourself from Tom’s embrace to stand up.

Tom watched as you slightly adjusted your clothes, his eyes gazing over your body as you stretched. “The thanks should go to you, love.” He stood, grabbing the three wine glasses so that they could be rinsed in the kitchen.

“You have to stop giving me all the credit” you replied, grabbing the glasses from Tom. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before taking the glasses to the kitchen.

When you were far enough away, Chris started teasing Tom. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” he repeated from earlier.

Tom threw a pillow at him, leaving the living room to find you in the kitchen. “I don’t want to startle you again” he spoke before he entered the kitchen, peeking around the corner with his hands raised.

“I didn’t even know you guys were home earlier” you laughed. Your hands were in a sink full of water, rinsing the wine glasses.

“I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” Tom walked up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips and kissing your cheek from over your shoulder. “I hope you get some well-deserved rest.”

“You too” you answered, but he was already walking away when you turned to look at him.

When you got in your room, you felt like you were floating. Today felt crazy. Sure, you and Tom had been fast friends from the start. You’d certainly grown close, but today felt like something entirely different.

“Chris said to trust him.” You stripped out of your clothes and took the time to decompress in the shower. You towel dried your hair, threw on a pair of short spandex shorts and a baggy t shirt, and crawled into bed.

You were woken up by the baby monitor in your room. “Oh, Sasha.” You crawled out of bed and quietly made your way down the hallway. “Come here, sweetheart.” You picked Sasha up and he threw his arms around your neck. You walked back and forth, bouncing him in your arms.

“Is everything alright?” You heard Tom quietly ask from the doorway.

“I’m so sorry if he woke you” you said, feeling bad that they had a full day of shooting tomorrow.

“Don’t be” he replied, walking into the room and rubbing Sasha’s back comfortingly. “I take it his teething woke him up?”

“Must have.” You answered. “I’ll get him back to sleep if I take him to my room.” You turned to check on Tristan and he was standing up in his crib with tears running down his face.

“I’ll grab him” Tom said, moving to pick the boy up out of his crib and holding him to his chest. “What do you normally do when they both wake up?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute Tom was in his pajamas and glasses. “I’d take them back to my room with me. They usually fall asleep pretty quickly after that.”

“Would you like some company?” Tom asked, kind of in awe of how easily you handled the craziness of taking care of three very young children.

“I’d love some” you answered, turning and walking to your bedroom. Holding Sasha to your chest with one arm, you pulled back the blanket and crawled into your bed. You were sat up, just a bit, with the already half-asleep boy draped across your front with his head snuggled into your chest.

Tom followed suit with Tristan draped across his much leaner figure. “Come here” he said, lifting his arm so you could tuck the two of you against Tom’s side.

“I hope you aren’t too tired tomorrow” you said, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Get some sleep.” Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head before dozing off, himself.

You woke up to Hemsworth trying to wake Tom with the biggest grin on his face. “Brother, we need to leave in a half hour.”

Both boys were still passed out on top of the two of you. You rolled out of bed, still holding Sasha. “Let me go put Sasha in his crib and I’ll be back for Tristan.” You walked to the boy’s room and laid him down in his crib. Before you could even turn towards the door, Tom walked through with Tristan. “Good morning” you whispered.

Tom set the boy down in his crib and gestured that the two of you leave so you wouldn’t wake them back up. “Good morning, beautiful.” Tom gently closed the boy’s door and pulled you to him in a long, lazy hug.

“You’re not allowed to be charming this early in the morning.” You laughed against his chest.

“Nonsense” he said, letting his hands slowly slide to rest on your ass. “If I’m not allowed to be charming then you’re not allowed to be irresistible.”

“That road goes two ways” you said, sliding your hands under the back of his shirt and grinning up at him.

“Oh, does it?” Tom replied, dipping down to kiss your cheek before whispering “I think you should stay at mine while Elsa is here.”

“Tom!” Hemsworth whisper-yelled down the hall. “Get your hands off my nanny’s ass and get ready for work.”

You both tried to quiet your laughter as not to wake the boys back up.

“Consider it?” Tom said, releasing you and walking towards Chris to get changed and on their way.

You quickly walked to your room to brush your teeth and wash your face. You threw on a more modest pair of shorts and quickly put your bra on so you could go make the guys some coffee for the road.

Once in the kitchen, you brewed some coffee and got two travel mugs ready. You grabbed a piece of fruit and a protein bar for each of them before Tom walked in. “I hope you got enough rest”

“Actually, I feel incredible.” He said, eyeing the coffee and breakfast you’d set up for him and Chris. “I don’t think it has anything to do with rest, though, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“It must be something in the air” you blushed, ducking your head.

Tom took a step towards you. “At this point, I don’t think I could spend all day trying to pay attention to my lines and cues and such if I’m preoccupied with wondering whether or not I’ve made my feelings clear.”

You looked up at Tom, realizing this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look nervous. “Was your invitation serious?” you asked, filling the gap between you and sliding your arms around his neck.

“Very” he answered, holding you tight against him.

“Then, yes” you answered, going onto your tippy toes and pressing your lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.

“Brilliant” he breathed out, dipping back down to connect your lips once again.

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Part 2? Let me know! (I haven’t edited this so I apologize if there are errors. I’m too sleepy.)

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x Reader #Tom Hiddleston x curvy reader #Tom Hiddleston Imagine

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Bad Boy-John Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @markshade)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi do you think u can do a John Shelby imagine where they are dating and y/n is a good innocent girl but freaky with John and her parents want to Him over for dinner John wants to piss off her dad cause he’s not a fan of the blinders and does subtle things to annoy him like touching y/n at the end of the night when they are saying goodbye at his car they have a heated make out sesh and John knows her dad is looking through the window so spices it up a bit . ❤️’

Characters: John Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Smut from the start (unsafe sex!), dirty talk, swearing, arguing, mentions of violence and death, fluff

(A/N: Amelia and Henry are made up characters)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I clamped my hand over my mouth tightly, struggling to keep in the whimpers and moans as John continuously thrusted into me. However, the boxes I was perched on were full of bottles of beer, causing them to clang against each other.We were in the stock room of the Garrison, luckily having the music, singing and loud chatter drowning out the noise we were creating. John’s hands gripped at the skin around my hips, that cocky smirk on his face that I loved so much. For some reason, an idea popped into my head, and in the state of euphoria I was in just made me say it out loud.

“John...” was all I managed to breath out at first.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name. Say it again.” he instructed.

“I want you to meet my parents.”

He suddenly stopped, making me realise it wasn’t the best time to bring that up.“You what?”

We were both heavily breathing.“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that just then.”

He scoffed, sighing as he slid out of me.“Well, that’s finished with.”

“I’m sorry! They want to meet you. They know who you are, but they want to try and treat this like they did with my sister.”

“You sure you want that? Remember what you told me when they first found out about us?”

I rolled my eyes, hitching up my stocking as he did up his trousers.“It was their idea, not mine.”

“You don’t want me meeting them?”

“Of course I do, I just-” I caught him trying to hide a laugh, he was winding me up.“You’re such a little shit.”

He stood in between my legs again, hands on my thighs before I could push my skirt down.“Well, if I have been summoned by the Lord (Y/L/N)-”

“Oh my god,” I threw my head back as I laughed in frustration,“would you stop calling him that! I’m the same class as you.”

“What have I always said?”

I shrugged my shoulders, but knew what he was referring to.

“You were always meant to be a fucking princess, Princess (Y/N) of Birmingham.”

I laughed at him.“Oh shut up! Are you coming to dinner or not?”

“If you ask me nicely.”

“And how do I do that?”

“By finishing what we started.”

John and I had been together for a few months now, much to my parents dismay. It had started as a drunk one night stand; we were both at the Garrison, and seemingly chose each other for the night. However, when you’re young, poor and living in Small Heath, there aren’t a lot of places to go out, so me and my friends went to the Garrison all the time. This meant I also saw John again....and again....and again, and again. We slept we each other maybe three more times before wondering if this could become a thing; from there onwards, we found out more about each other, and he brought out a side of me I had been hiding, also wanting to release.

On the day of the dinner, I wanted to see John before he arrived. I lied to my mum, saying we had no bread (which I had hidden away), and practically running out of the house to ‘buy’ some. I told John what time to be at mine, also lying to make him leave earlier so I could meet him halfway. In the bakery, I threw the money onto the counter after picking up a loaf of bread, speedily walking away as I prayed I would run into John. Luck was on my side as I spotted him, already heading in the direction of my home.

“John!” I shouted, the whole street now looking at me as I sprinted past them.

He whipped around at the noise, hand hovering over where his gun would be. When he saw me, he didn’t relax, wondering why I was yelling his name and running like a mad man.

“I’m so glad I caught you.” I struggled to say, out of breath.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he panicked.

“No, no I’m fine. I’m a terrible runner though.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Bread.” I said, holding up the loaf as evidence.“And also, to see you.”

“I was just leaving.”

“Yes, I can see that. I just wanted to go over some rules.”

“Rules? Oh come on (Y/N)-”

“No, listen to me.” I held up the bread instead of pointing my finger at him.“I love you. I always take your side for everything. We both know my parents don’t like this, but seeing as I am a grown woman, they don’t do anything to stop me. So just for today, we’re going to abide to their rules.”

He rolled his eyes.“Right, so I’ve got to be the uptight prat that your parents want you to be with?”

“They know what you’re like already, and even if they didn’t, they would be able to see through that act. Just let my dad be my dad.”

“If he says something fucking offensive, I’m not going to stay quiet!”

“Fine, then be political about it. Don’t shout at each other, try to make small talk, but no talking about guns, violence, killing-”

“Alright, are you going to go?”

“Sorry. I just want this to be easy. I hate seeing you stressed. I love you.”

He held my hand, starting to walk.“Yeah, yeah. Come on, I’ve got the car parked up in the garage.”

I hated that he hadn’t sent it back, but I understood why he was being like this. I was making him be someone he wasn’t. I loved John as a person, however, I couldn’t be dealing with a screaming match between him and my family.

“John, I do love you.” I said after a few minutes of walking.

“I know. I love you too.” he eventually smiled.“Just want you all to myself now, you know? We wouldn’t have to be dealing with this.”

“Soon darling. We’ll get that house soon enough. Oh, I’ve just remembered something else!”

“Rule number...I’ve lost count, maybe one hundred?”

“No inappropriate stuff. No touching, kissing, being sneaky, nothing!”

“That’s going to be incredibly hard. Especially with that dress.”

Once we made it to my house, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. Opening the front door. I called out to my parents, hearing them reply from the front room. I told John to remove his coat whilst I rushed into the kitchen with the bread, carelessly chucking it on the side before getting back to him. I saw a hint of nerves in his eyes, though his pride covered it. Taking his hand in mine, I guided us to my family, surprised to see who was sitting with them.

“Amelia? What are you doing here? And with Henry?” I asked.

“Well, Henry would happen to be here with me because he’s my husband. I’m sure you remember being at the wedding.” she quipped.

“I don’t remember the boring days of my life. Not worth it.”

“(Y/N).” mum warned.

“Anyway,” I looked up at John,“I would like you to all meet John Shelby. We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time and-”

“We know who he is.” dad sighed, not even bothering to stand from his seat.

“You’re the ones who invited him over. It would be nice of you to greet him properly.”

Dad stood slowly, making his way towards us, making me think he was getting up to shake John’s hand. Instead he just stopped, not looking either of us in the eye.

“I need a drink.”

He broke us apart by walking through us, mum timidly following. I felt like swearing and screaming. It was their idea. They wanted to meet him but then they were being like this. I sent an apologetic smile to John as we sat down.

“So,” I thought I would try and make conversation,“John, this is my sister Amelia and her husband Henry. She used to live here but she moved away a few years ago.”

“Had to find a better area, you know? Safer for the children we were planning for.” Amelia smugly smiled.

“Such a saint is my sister.”

“It’s like Mary and Joseph.” John chuckled, causing me to laugh.

“Well that would make you Judas and...and whoever he was with then, wouldn’t it?” Amelia desperately tried.

“Nice one Amelia. Don’t think too hard next time, yeah?”

Before she could snap back, mum called us to the dinner table. I realised we would all be squashed around it, seeing as only four people could usually fit there. I made sure John was sat beside me, Amelia and Henry opposite us and my parents at either head of the table. Our knees were almost touching we were that close. Dinner started silent, everyone tucking into the small meal. We were poor, we never had a lot to eat; which was why I was surprised that Amelia was here, there were now three more mouths to feed, not just John. But I knew why she was really here. Amelia had done what our parents wanted, found a good man who could provide her with the bare necessities and keep her out of trouble. They wanted me to reflect on who I was in love with, try to change my mind. Wasn’t going to happen.

“So what is it you actually do?” Henry asked. I was unsure if it was supposed to be malicious or whether he was actually curious.

“Work in the betting shop.” John answered.

“Yeah, but, you know, on the side.”

“Henry, we don’t want to get involved.” Amelia scolded him.

“Just because you’ve graced me with your presence, that doesn’t mean you’re on some sort of hit list.”

“No, but my sister is.”

“Amelia, shut up.” I snapped.

“No, she’s right.” John said, causing me to whip my head round to him. He went against my instructions, placing his hand on my thigh.“But I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my girl. They would be dead before they even thought about it.”

Although I had told him to not talk of such things or stoop to my families level, my heart melted at the (somewhat morbid) statement.

“Am I hearing this right?” mum laughed, but their was no humour behind it.

“Mum, try to not get upset.” Amelia held her hand.

Now it was my turn to laugh.“Oh my god.” Everyone looked at me, John was smirking whilst the others were frowning.“You’re such a hypocrite.”

“What?”

“You were sneaking out all the time, seeing different boys every weekend. What makes you so much better than me?”

“I’m not with a criminal.”

“All of you stop it!” dad exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table.“And get your fucking hand off my daughter.”

Amelia tutted.“Henry would never-”

“You and Henry were fucking upstairs before dinner when he came round the first time!” I butted in.

“Sounds like a good time to me.” John mumbled under his breath.

“How dare you?!” mum was shocked.

“I knew this was a stupid idea. Get out, now!”

“With pleasure.” John stood, grabbing my hand.

I quickly left with him, grabbing the key off the counter and locking the door behind me. It made me laugh hearing their shouts of protest and banging on the door. We rushed to the car, scared that they would somehow break down the door. John leaned me back against it, hands sliding down the side of my body and gripping my arse. He knew what he was doing, especially since my family now had their faces pressed against the window.

“Well, that was...quick.” I giggled.

“Yeah, you’re not used to that.” John joked.

“You have to make it all about sex, don’t you?”

“(Y/N), I don’t give a fuck about what they think, and neither do you. As soon as I get this bit of business sorted with Tom and Arthur, I’m buying that house and you are moving in with me. Then we’ll get married straight away-”

“I hope this isn’t your proposal.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got something big planned for that.”

He leaned down to kiss me, gripping onto my arse firmly. As he deepened the kiss, adding tongues, he forced his knee between my legs, and I subconsciously started rubbing against it, only subtly. I made sure he stayed close by pulling him in by his coat. The neighbours would surely be watching, it was a small street, which would drive my parents insane. This only fuelled something in me, and I wanted to keep going.

“I suggest we take this somewhere more private. Like, right now.” John breathlessly said.

I frantically nodded, and we both headed for opposite sides of the car, until I saw I still had the key in my hand. Hurriedly making my way back to the door, I ignored my family who had now managed to open the windows, screaming at me as I posted the key through the letter box. Running as fast as I could back to the car, I felt the adrenaline rush through me, giggling like a maniac at the thought of my parents catching me. Slamming the door shut as I jumped in the car, John floored it, and we looked like we escaped from an insane asylum as we laughed.

I stuck my head out of the car and screamed,“I fucking love you John Shelby!”

He pulled me back in by my dress, squeezing my thigh once I sat down.“I love you too, you fucking maniac.”

“I don’t think I’ll be allowed back there, you know.”

“Good thing you’re staying with me then.”

“You sure you’re ready for all of this?”

“I’ve been ready since I laid eyes on your face...and those tits, and that arse-”

“You make it seem like you’re only in it for my body.”

“Nah, that’s the ultimate bonus though. I already said it, but once you’re with me, I protect you and love you. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine. Make sure to do your coat up before you get out the car, it’s a bit obvious down there.”

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Research and Dating (No They Aren’t Connected)

“So, if you could kidnap me really publicly that would be great.”

“...why?”

“I kinda forgot about this research essay due tomorrow? And like, my prof knows I’m a hero- I even brought my laptop so I can write it in your cell. Is the wifi password still the same?”

It’s Thursday at 8 P.M. and your essay is due in 4 hours. It wasn’t that you had procrastinated it’s because-nope, ya, you procrastinated. Now you were freaking out about it when the glorious idea came to you.

There were, of course, perks of being frenemies with Loki. You have visited his his base of operations before, his ‘evil lair’, been thrown into one of his cells and ‘suffered’ until he got bored of the Avengers searching for you like chickens with their heads cut off and made theatrics by showing up to them with you in his hands and ‘failing’ to keep you away from the Avengers saving you.

In all actuality, you had sat in a golden cell but Loki had sat right outside the cell with a chair and read while eating an apple. You couldn’t read the title of the book so you asked him what it was about and Loki had been a little hesitant but fell into your pure curiosity and explained what he had been reading. You’re sure he liked your curious mind as you started asking more questions and challenged the ideas the book gave. It lead to a long discussion of morals, and death, and at one point whether apples or pears were better. It was fun is what you’re trying to say.

That’s how your friendship blossomed.

So, you call up Loki, yes he has a cell phone, and ask him without explanation at first, “So could you, like, kidnap me but publicly?”

You can hear the cogs turning in Loki’s head at your request. “Why?” He asks in a smooth voice, betraying no emotion.

“I kinda forgot about this research essay due tonight? And, like, my professor knows I’m a hero. I’ll even bring my laptop so I can write in your cell, the wifi password is still the same right?” You ask Loki.

Loki sighs over the phone, you can imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose with closed eyes.

“Yes. Fine. Be at Madison Square Garden in 15 minutes.” The god says and hangs up.

You smile and pump a fist at your best friend’s save.

You’re at Madison Square Garden in record time and Loki makes his entrance a show.

You’re sitting down outside the stadium when Loki materializes from green clouds of magic that open a portal then float into the air as if they’re a sign that’s flashing the words ‘Loki is here!’ in the night sky of NYC. When he sees you he rolls his eyes but people start paying attention so you play along with his ruse.

“Loki! What mischief do you plan to get up to today? It doesn’t matter, I need to bring you in!” You yell at him, almost laughing at how stupid this all seems, and push civilians back behind you.

Loki chuckles darkly, “You. You are my mischief today, your poor Avengers will never find you. You will become my slave.” Loki says with a voice that is dark but his eyes light up with amusement.

By now hundreds of people have stopped their night to watch you and Loki, phones out and recording everything.

You smile sardonically at Loki, “Not if I-”

Loki grabs you and pulls you and teleports. When you’re at his base you sigh and pat him on the arm as he pulls from you.

“Thanks, I owe you big time Lokes.”

Loki frowns at the nick name you chose. “Please refrain from calling me that or I shall teleport you to your professor and have you face the repercussions of procrastination.” Loki threatens.

You chuckle, roll your eyes, and head to the cell. It’s just in case someone actually does pop in to ‘save’ you.

When you’ve settled in the cell Loki raises the golden barriers and magics a chair near to settle with you.

“What do they have you writing about now?” Loki asks.

You had asked him for help writing other essays because Loki has an eloquent way of speaking. You felt it made you sound smarter and because you spent consistent time with the god you had fallen into talking like him sometimes.

“It’s for my disability class, the sociology class?” You ask Loki if he remembers you telling him about it, at his nod you smile, “Ya, so basically we’re to argue whether we feel prostitution should be legal or not in America considering how much it helps the disabled.”

You laugh at Loki’s frown.

“Which side do you argue for?” Loki asks with a small squint as if trying to determine the side before you tell him.

“I believe it should be legal but have restrictions and rules. If in the wrong hands it could be really bad but at the same time if it’s in good hands it could be really good. It’s a risk but we won’t know how well it’ll work if we never try, you know?” You say with a pondering look. Loki purses his lips but nods at you.

Loki magics a book into his hands and lets you start writing away. The whole thing is very comforting to you. Sound wise, you can hear Loki let out puffs of breath when he finds something amusing in his book, Then, there’s the rhythmic tapping of your keyboard as you write. Other than that you just enjoy being with the god, even if you aren’t interacting with each other.

You’ve been harboring a crush on him for awhile but have always kept it hidden. You value his friendship too much to do anything that could jeopardize it. Not to mention, Loki hadn’t shown anything on if he likes you or not. He occasionally flirts with you in battle but that’s about it. So, you feel you know he isn’t attracted to you like that.

“Loki what’s another word for great?” You mutter.

“Glorious, grand, impressive?” The god supplies you with choices.

You hum but don’t say anything and continue typing. After you finish your paragraph you look at Loki who glances at you.

“Thanks.”

Loki smirks at his book, “Anything for you, darling.” Loki says in a low voice while reading his book.

See, the nick names had started early on. At first they had confused you but when you had been in battle and helping Tony, Loki had called Tony ‘sweetheart’ so you reasoned Loki just had a thing for nicknames. That doesn’t stop the jolt in your stomach when he does call you sweet names like that though.

You shake yourself out of your reverie and continue writing. You’re like one, maybe two, paragraphs from being done. You try your best to elongate time to hang out with Loki more but when you finish your essay you don’t have any other excuse.

That’s why, when you finish and close your laptop with a small ‘click’ and Loki stands and asks if you would like to spend time at his apartment, you’re shocked.

You stand looking at Loki with wide eyes.

Loki takes this as an answer and coughs a little, bringing a hand up to rub at his face, he’s trying to hide his embarrassment.

“I am sorry, I crossed a boundary, it won’t happen again.”

“No!” You yell, nearly dropping your laptop as you reach towards Loki. You scramble to hold it to your chest again and look at him, shyly pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I would love to. I was shocked, I always figured I’d be the first to ask.”

Loki looks at you a little doubtfully but sees the truth in your answer and smirks. Instead of replying he waves a hand and the barriers disappear then he holds his hand out to you. You gladly take it and suddenly you’re both standing in a tidy apartment.

It’s very modern and looks costly. The furniture is all contemporary and different shades of white, brown, and gray, with the occasional splash of emerald green in throw blankets and decorative pillows. You don’t really notice but Loki still holds your hand.

Loki pulls you by his hand towards his kitchen and puts a kettle of water on on the heating stove top.

“Tea? Or are you more of a coffee person?” Loki asks you with a glance as he pulls out his tea. You finally realize Loki has yet to let go of your hand but you’re not going to complain.

“I love both, but tea will be good for now.” You say lightly, glancing down at your clasped hands when Loki isn’t looking. A small blush heats up your cheeks and you let a stupid smile cross your lips.

You and Loki settle against his bar, still holding hands, while you wait for the water to heat in the kettle.

“I never had the chance to ask but why are you studying psychology and sociology? I figured a superhero’s salary would be quite enough to live comfortably? Don’t tell me they under pay you.” Loki asks, his tone laced with a threat when he says the last part.

You chuckle. “No, it pays well enough, enough to pay my way through school. I want to help people though, that’s what makes me truly happy. So, naturally, psychology and sociology were natural choices because they help me understand people, the way they think, how they tick, so I can better help them.” You explain.

You look up at Loki who looks at you with an unreadable emotion on his face. Loki then brings a hand up, tucks a rogue lock behind your ear and keeps his hand there. “You are too precious for this world.” He whispers as he looks at you. You feel you cheeks heat up and can’t keep eye contact with Loki.

Loki clears his throat and drops his hand from your face, looking away from you as well. However, he doesn’t stop holding your hand. You feel your hand become clammy from nerves and hope this doesn’t gross out Loki. At the thought your hand twitches in his and Loki merely squeezes your hand.

“What other hobbies do you favor, seeing as they obviously kept you preoccupied enough to procrastinate your paper?” Loki asks.

You smile at the ground because you realize Loki is trying to better know you.

You look up at Loki again, who is already looking at you. “Well, surprisingly enough research and reading are my main hobbies.”

“Oh?”

“I love learning so I read up on whatever subject pulls at my attention at the moment.”

“And what draws at your attention right now?” Loki asks curious.

You flush and look at the ground, kicking it softly with the toe of your shoe. You mutter the answer.

Loki chuckles, brings his free hand up to tilt your face till you look at him. “Say that one more time, where I can hear it darling.”

“Norse mythology.” You say softly, embarrassed.

Loki’s eyebrows lift in shock. The look on his face showing that he did not expect that answer at all.

Thankfully the kettle begins whistling and causes the moment to be broken and forgotten.

Loki makes a cup of tea for the both of you and you both move to his living room, seated on his couch. You’re both sitting close enough to touch at the legs but don’t hold hands anymore. You set your mug on the coffee table in front of you, too hot to hold. Loki however basks in the heat of his cup, his hands wrapped around the mug as if he has just come in from a blizzard.

“I have plenty of texts you may borrow if you want to learn about the true mythology.” Loki offers, looking at you calculatingly.

You had hoped Loki would drop the subject seeing as your research was drawn from your want to learn more about Loki than actual Norse mythology.

Whatever, shoot your shot, right?

“I’d much rather hear your tales than anyone else’s.” You say, your hands picking at your jeans with nerves.

Loki hums with a small smile as he takes a sip of his tea. “Of course, darling. There is no better way to learn than from the source of such tales.” Loki says smugly.

You feel a smile break over your lips as you look at Loki who basks in his arrogance.

“I better watch out, stroking your ego,” You say, Loki raising a brow at your mischievous smirk, “Otherwise you might start sounding like Thor.” You say to knock Loki down a peg. Loki scoffs with a roll of his eyes but you don’t miss the twitch of his lips.

“Do not compare me to my oaf of a brother.” Loki says, finally setting his mug of tea down, resting his hands in his lap. You also don’t miss the twitch of his hands, as if they want to reach out towards you.

There are too many signs that Loki obviously likes you, it’s almost overwhelming, but you keep yourself pulled together before you ask him the question.

“You know, I’m just kind of going out on a limb here, but uh...You ever plan to ask me out, take me on some romantic dinner or something or do I need to give more incentive?” You say, the confidence in your voice a facade because inside you’re freaking out.

Loki keeps a blank face as you look at him. Then, he lets a smirk break out over his lips, glances at his tea but his eyes come back to yours.

“Is that such a good idea? Considering you are still my enemy?” Loki asks.

You grab your tea so you have something to do with your hands, sipping from the earthy, spicy liquid. You let yourself think, letting his question roll off your shoulders and shrug. “I could care less what the Avengers think but we can keep our relationship hidden if that would keep you happy?”

Loki purses his lips, his eyes squinting at you. “They would cage you, would they not? If they knew you were fraternizing with the enemy?”

“Yes, but I have no doubt you’d let them keep me for long.” You smile at Loki who huffs out laughter.

“You truly want me?” Loki asks. You don’t fail to hear the insecurity in his tone.

You set your tea down, grab both of Loki’s hands in yours and look at him, baring all your emotions on your face. “More than you will ever know.”

Loki squeezes your hands with a soft tilt of his lips.

“Then I suppose it is inevitable. Shall we partake in a date tomorrow night, say seven?”

You smile at Loki. “I would love to, Lokes.”

Loki rolls his eyes at the nickname but you know he doesn’t mind it, much.

Needless to say, you were granted an extension of time to turn in your essay while also scoring a date with your crush.

#research and dating (no they aren't connected)#loki x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #so like i started writing this before my writing had truly developed into what it is now #so the first part might be a bit iffy and stuff #i tried to fix it but i don't think i did so #anyways im not completely upset with how it turned out #reader insert #my writing #prompt

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elentiyawhitethorn · 3 years

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Prompt- Nyx tickles Rhys in front of all the hewn city members. (Rhys is very ticklish)

A Visit to Hewn City

Fluff//1565 words

“You are not taking our child to Hewn City. Absolutely not.” Feyre’s arms were crossed and she had an obstinate look in her eyes.

Rhys just smirked. “Fine. You can take him with you to your art classes.”

Feyre winced, likely remembering the last time that had happened. Nyx had gotten into a bucket of paint, smeared his hands all over the wall in a desperate attempt to get it off, then started crying. “I’ll stay home today.”

“I thought you were short-staffed.” Rhys knew exactly how this conversation would end from the sigh that escaped his mate’s lips.

“Can’t you go to Hewn City another day?” Feyre asked in a last-ditch attempt to keep her son away from there.

Rhys raised an eyebrow. “We’ve both already rescheduled the last few dates we were meant to go. Keir was annoyed enough as it is to hear that only one of us could come today.”

“We could get a babysitter—”

“Mor is off being our emissary. Cassian and Nesta are in the mountains. Azriel’s on a mission. All of our other friends are busy in some way. Do you trust our son with a stranger?”

Feyre squeezed her eyes shut. “I know you won’t let anything happen to him, I just don’t want Nyx in that environment.”

Rhys gaze softened. “I know, darling. I understand. If you really don’t want me to—”

“No,” Feyre cut him off. “I trust you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and tried for a smile. “Just think of the look on Keir’s face when you show up with a baby. He only found out about Nyx during out last visit, yes?”

Rhys’ lips twitched. “Indeed. I imagine he’ll be rather surprised. And hopefully annoyed too. My dear uncle deserves a bit on trouble every now and then, don’t you think?”

Feyre grinned. “Absolutely. I need to go now.”

Rhys gave Feyre a peck on the cheek. “Have fun.”

Feyre returned the sentiment and winnowed away.

Rhys gathered Nyx in his arms, ready to head off to his meeting. And really, he was the most powerful high lord Prythian had ever seen. Only Feyre’s power rivaled his own. How hard would it be to keep a baby under control for a few hours?

—

As predicted, the look on Keir’s face was absolutely priceless. Rhys winnowed nearby, then strutted into the throne room with a baby in his arms. Of course a few residents of Hewn City dropped their goblets at the sight.

Keir, though… he looked absolutely enraged. The first glimpse of his distantly related grand-nephew did not seem to meet his standards.

Rhys just grinned at him and kept walking. Passing occupants of the Court of Nightmares, who were all scrambling to bow, seemed to please Nyx. He was reaching out of Rhys’ arms at everyone they walked by, excited to meet new people.

Rhys made it to the two thrones and took a seat in his own. Nyx settled on his lap, cooing.

“You brought the newborn,” Keir commented. His voice was strained.

Rhys just smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. Your High Lady is busy today. Subjects, may I present my son, Nyx.”

The whole room seemed to collectively take a breath, processing the situation. They clearly hadn’t been expecting a baby to appear in their domain.

Ignoring the silence, Rhys turned to Keir once more. “Any important updates?”

Keir was still frowning at Nyx. “Everything has been as it usually is. We only need to discuss how to calm down some residents who have gotten a bit worked up about some issue or other.”

Rhys, accustomed to the vague references to his people, wasn’t bothered by the lack of willingness to share. He was, however, bothered by the way Keir scowled at Nyx throughout this little speech. Even now, his eyes were on the baby who was currently pulling at Rhys’ hand.

“Do you have an issue with the presence of my child, Keir?” Rhys’ voice was icy.

Keir’s eyes snapped to Rhys. “He has wings.”

Trying to keep from throttling the male in front of his son, Rhys kept his tone even. He noticed the whole room tense at his words. “Does that matter?”

Keir frowned. “Being commanded by an Illyrian and his bastard Illyrian friends was bad enough. Now the child?”

Rhys wanted to use his power on the man. He’d done it before. Feyre had as well. But with Nyx there… absolutely not.

Instead, Rhys smiled. “I’m glad you’re pleased with him. Now go fetch some wine for me.”

Keir tensed, debating whether to argue, as he’d done many previous times. But something hard in Rhys’ eyes had the male scampering away.

Nyx seemed totally oblivious to the encounter. He gave his small wings a flap and scooted on Rhys’ lap. A string of babbled baby language left his mouth.

Rhys smiled fondly at the boy. “Hello, son.”

The entirety of Hewn City was watching their high lord coo at his baby, but Rhys paid them no mind. He wasn’t going to be cold and ruthless in front of Nyx.

Keir reappeared with the wine and Rhys took the goblet, not bothering to thank him. Then he dismissed Keir with a wave of the hand and went back to playing with his son.

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Rhys wasn’t meant to be at Hewn City for long. After a couple of hours, Rhys had the small issue Keir had mentioned sorted out. He’d also entertained the court for as long as his lordly duties required.

Ready to leave, Rhys tried to scoop up Nyx, who had crawled over on Feyre’s empty throne. The baby managed to get Rhys back on his own seat and clung to his tunic, babbling.

“Now, Nyx, it’s time to leave,” Rhys said in a gentle voice, much of the court still watching curiously. They certainly had a very long attention span.

Nyx remained uncooperative. He tried to climb up Rhys’ shirt. In the process, his little baby fingers dug into Rhys’ side.

Rhys let out a startled laugh.

Pleased with the reaction, Nyx repeated the movement.

Prepared and trying to hold it in, Rhys lasted a few seconds before laughing once more. The entire court was staring at them now, entirely unsure of how to react to seeing their high lord being tickled. Keir was glaring with disapproval from the sidelines.

Nyx didn’t let up, surprisingly strong for a baby. Rhys had a bit of a laughing fit while trying—and failing—to corral his son.

Not sure if he’d be able to pick up the rascal and make it out the door, Rhys just smiled at the Court of Nightmares and said, “Your High Lady and I will visit next month. Be on your best behavior.” Then he winnowed away, hoping he didn’t sound as embarrassed as he was feeling.

Gods, Rhys’ face felt warm. He was blushing. Maybe they’d blame it on the wine.

Having appeared in his home, Rhys straightened and stepped toward the bedroom door, hoping to make inside before Feyre caught him. Nyx, still unused to winnowing, clapped his hands excitedly at the change in scenery.

“What did you do?”

Rhys slowly turned. “Do?”

Feyre had her arms crossed. She didn’t look particularly angry; she only seemed curious as to why her unflappable mate was blushing and trying to sneak into their bedroom.

“Did he get into trouble?”

“He was on his best behavior, actually. You shouldn’t be so doubtful toward him, darling. It hurts his feelings.”

Feeling entirely unhurt, Nyx hiccuped and reached for his mother. Feyre lifted him out of Rhys’ arms, rolling his eyes at the pathetic attempt at a deflection.

“What did you do then?”

Rhys winced. “Why do you think anything happened at all?”

Feyre impatiently knocked at her mate’s mental shields, not trusting a word that came out of his mouth. Reluctantly, Rhys lowered them, allowing Feyre full access to his mind.

After witnessing the day’s events, Feyre burst out laughing. “Oh, gods.”

Rhys pouted. “Stop that.”

“Being tickled by a baby in the middle of the Court of Nightmares. How will you ever look them in the eye again?” Feyre managed between laughs.

Rhys sighed. “I won’t. You’re on permanent Hewn City duty.”

Feyre smiled. “Right. Gods, I need to go tell Mor.”

Rhys’ eyes widened. “You need to do no such thing!”

“And Cassian. He’ll never let you live it down.” Feyre was fighting a smile.

Rhys crossed his arms. “Think of the child. What would poor Nyx think of his mother bullying his father so terribly?”

Feyre grinned. “He seems rather pleased with himself, actually.” Indeed, Nyx was stretching his lips, smiling toothlessly, tugging on Feyre’s sleeve.

Rhys sighed. “Oh, well. I think I’ve about given up on dignity at this point.”

Feyre smiled fondly at her husband. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Rhys guided his wife to the bedroom so that she could set down Nyx and let him play.

Upon asking how her day was, Rhys discovered she’d had a great time with her students, teaching some newbies how to mix the colors.

Despite the lingering embarrassment, Rhys was no longer upset about what had occurred in Hewn City. After all, a little bit of sheepishness was definitely worth seeing the look on Keir’s face. Maybe he’d bring Nyx with them again next time.

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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey. Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be" She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

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yumihoe · 4 years

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General Head canons

pairing : Yandere Uraraka -Jirou - Yaoyorozu x fem reader

Tw: Nsfw and Sfw Aspects , Mentions of kidnapping, drugging, , typical yandere fuckery. Minors DNI

Word count : 1,103

Yandere Momo Yaoyorozu

Sfw

Yandere Type - Dokusen-gata - Monopoly type- Controlling

Nickname - Bunny

Method of obtaining you-

Momo Wants- needs you all to herself.

What the fuck do you need a social life for? It's pretty simple actually, She's all you need. She's your best friend, lover, and biggest supporter, no one on earth will ever love you the way she does. Not your friends, Not your stupid family, No one. so as far as she's concerned you don't need anyone else. She’ll begin the process of cutting people out of your life, as painstaking as it is weeding through your social circle until she's the only one left.

They're all bad influences on her precious bunny anyways

If she were to kidnap you -

Momo sees bringing you to stay with her as the final step in ensuring that she's the only one you depend on. She doesn't have to flat out take you., She's rich and her position as a hero grants her connections. If your landlord mysteriously evicts you and you find yourself being turned down from every open apartment, from every house showing, you'll have no choice but to move in with her. You'll be none the wiser.

Gifts -

Momo is affluent, She'll spoil you rotten, whether you want her to or not. Get used to receiving Flamboyant jewelry, designer dresses that hug your frame, extravagant perfume. If she sees it and thinks it's nice she going to get it for you, There's no point in arguing with her.

How she would dress her Darling -

Momo's obsession with being in control has lead her to infantilize you. Shell dress you in white baby doll dresses, lacy white lingerie. Anything that highlights your innocence.

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Would she use her quirk during ?

Momo likes to use her quirk on you, and she's not shy about it. Making the largest assortment of toys imaginable, testing them out on you., Teasing your poor pussy until its numb with yet another vibrator, She just wants to make sure she knows how to please her bunny, so If she has to tie you down to run her tests she will.

Kinks- Infantilization - Mommy,

It feeds into her obsession with being in control. She needs you to depend on her for your pleasure. To depend on her for everything.

Yandere Ochako Uraraka

Sfw

Yandere Type - Touei-gata - Projection type -Delusional.

Nickname - Beloved

Method of obtaining you -

You remind her of him.

Midoriya that is. The way you're always looking out for others, you're just so sympathetic and sweet. She failed with him, the way he would always overlook her, ignore her. Make her feel like she was second to his Hero work, But she promises herself she won't fail with you. It doesn't matter what it takes, How long it takes, You're her second chance, A mirror image of him. She won't - refuses to let you slip away like he did. If that means forcing you out of every other relationship, swallowing up all your time until there's only her left, then so be it.

If She were to kidnap you

It would most likely be a result of you trying to break things off. Is she not good enough for you? She can be better. Whatever it is she'll work on it because She's not letting you walk away, abandon her like Deku did. She's not letting you go, So you might as well get comfortable with her. You're never leaving.

Gifts -

She doesn't want you to feel like she can’t provide for you. She'll do whatever it takes to keep you with her, and that includes buying you anything she thinks you might like, regardless of if you want it or not. You're well aware of her financial situation but whenever you ask how she manages the lavish gifts the answers are vague and undetailed. Sooner or later you'll realize how she affords all that stuff.

How she would dress her darling-

Whatever makes you happiest. Be it rags or robes, she desperately wants you to be happy with her.

NSFW

Would she use her quirk during?

She absolutely would. Hover you right over her mouth and Devour your pussy for hours. She wants to overstimulate you, make you feel pleasure stronger than anyone else could. She doesn't register your no's or please for her to stop, You're soaked so you must like it, right?

Kinks - Praise

If you feel good tell her...It'll push her over the edge. All she wants is to be good enough for you, tell her that she's doing good won't you beloved?

Yandere Kiyoko Jirou

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Yandere type - Shoushitsu-gata - Self-deprecating - One-sided

Nickname: Kiyoko refrains from giving you a nickname because she doesn't see the two of you in a relationship.

Method of obtaining you-

You're simply stunning.

Everything right with the world. Flawless. Perfection. How could someone as breathtaking as you ever notice someone like her? Kiyoko would the first to admit that she's not the best-looking girl in the world. Nor did she have the most … Attractive body. The fact becoming evident to her in her high school days, when even the class pervert couldn't point at a single attractive attribute about her or her body. She doesn't go about obtaining you, opting to watch you from afar, sparing herself the sting of rejection. This of course propelling her into despair. The heart wants what it wants

If she were to kidnap you-

She wouldn't. Her confidence or lack thereof wouldn't allow it.

Gifts -

She'd never give you anything directly, but if she does happen to overhear talking about a certain pair of shoes you like, a perfume from a catalog you were looking at, you can expect to find the said object of interest on your doorstep later.

How she'd dress her darling?

Because she won't kidnap you, the most she can do is imagine. You in sundresses that hug your curves, you in lingerie, preferably black. In all manners of things really, however, she doesn't let herself imagine too long because it'll eventually lead her to another depressive episode of how shell never actually be able to see you in those things.

Nsfw

Would she use her quirk during?

She's fantasied about it. Using her ear jack to set a steady vibration on your clit. Watch you squirm under her. Yeah she thought about it

Kinks - Body worship

Not hers, but yours. She's had more than a few orgasms to the thought of you letting her worship, cherish that perfect body of yours. Let her fawn over you.

-Bug

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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What about a darling that goes to Simeón for help avoiding the brothers? I can see him being an infantilizing Yandere for sure!

I think there’d be a lot of resentment in Simeon that’s not really explored in the game, and I may’ve subconscious, accidentally, very purposefully tapped into that. He just thinks Lucifer and the others are so big, so bad, it’s the least he could do to help you out. Even if his assistance is a little more patronizing than it should be.

Title: Contaminate.

TW: Implied Physical Abuse, Infantilization, Non-Consensual Displacement, and Dehumanization

Simeon liked to hold your hand.

It sounds sweet when you put it like that, doesn’t it? He liked being there to guide you, being there to lead you, guiding you through the trials of day-to-day life without ever letting his softened expression harden. It’d been a habit of his since the day the two of you met, when he found you crying on the doorstep of the House of Lamentation, took you by the wrist, and asked if you’d like him to see about having you moved to Purgatory Hall with the rest of the exchange students, rather than forcing you to face the demonic brothers on your own again. He’d taken you by the wrist as he showed you to your new room, kept an arm draped over your shoulders as he explained the extent of your discomfort to Lucifer, and even now, months after you’d been reduced to little more than a trembling pile of confusion and panic, you still found your fingers intertwined with Simeon’s as he walked ahead of you, attempting to find your next class before he sought out his own. You’d made the journey a thousand times before by yourself. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you’d be able to make it again, but that was the thing about Simeon.

He really, really liked holding your hand.

But, he could never seem to bring himself to let go.

You couldn’t help but squirm as he came to a stop in front of your classroom, arriving at his destination but making no move to pull away. You didn’t try to, either, but it was hard not to avert your gaze, not to loosen your grip and shrink at the feeling of a hundred pairs of inhuman eyes prying into your back, your arms, the spot where your skin met his, the place where the helpless, magicless human clung to the kind, benevolent angel to protect them from all the big, bad evil-doers in the Devildom. You could never bring yourself to say that kind of thing outloud, not when Simeon had already done so much for you, but it was hard not to feel… patronized when he smiled and pushed slow, steady circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. When he treated you like the blind, naive devotee every demon in the realm thought you were.

But, you didn’t have to say anything. Simeon was good at that - telling when something was wrong, even when you did your best to shove down your worries and keep your thoughts to yourself. Even when you wished he’d do the same, for your sake, if nothing else. “Is something wrong, (Y/n)?”

“It’s nothing,” You assured, hardly thinking before you opened your mouth. And yet, a question was already playing on your tongue, more of a concern than anything. A nagging, gnawing anxiety, one that’d been bothering you more than it should’ve lately. “I’ve just been thinking,” You admitted, your gaze trailing downward, coming to focus on his chest and following the swirls of his golden pendant. “I should talk to Lucifer, or… one of his brothers, at least. They’re trying to be nice, and I’ve been treating them like monsters since I arrived.”

That earned a hum, a contemplative glance. As if you’d just suggested someplace to shop, or told him a piece of trivia he could barely pretend to find interesting. “There’s a council meeting tomorrow,” He said, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I’m sure waiting another day won’t be a further insult to their hospitality. We can talk to them--”

“Actually-” You didn’t mean to cut him off, but you couldn’t stop yourself. If you let him talk, if you let him sound rational and reasonable and convincing for any longer than you had to, you’d find yourself nodding along, unable to argue in fear of spoiling his shimmering, glass-thin sense of tranquility. Reflexively, you stiffened, your apology coming in the form of bent posture and a bitten lip, but Simeon only looked on, staying silent as you tried to find the right words to go on. “I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate your help, but… I’m afraid he might be starting to feel like you’re talking for me. I don’t want to be the exchange student he dragged to hell just so I can hide behind whoever looks the least threatening.” You forced yourself to laugh, the sound coming out too uneven, too pitchy. Simeon chuckled, but it was more sympathetic than amused. More pitying than humored. “I should approach him on my own. If he was going to hurt me, he would’ve done it, by now. I should stop acting like he’s going to tear me apart as soon as I give them the opportunity.”

A that, he smiled, finally letting go of your hand. You were relieved for a moment, already moving to thank him for being so understanding, but his palm was on your cheek before you could, cupping your jaw, tilting your head back so delicately, it was little more than a suggestion, a hint at a change until your eyes met his and you couldn’t imagine ever being able to look anywhere else. You didn’t relax, but you thought you might be able to. You could, if he just--

“And what makes you think he won’t?”

Right, right. There it was.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected.

“Demons are dangerous, lovely. You have to understand that, they aren’t safe to be around, not for someone so breakable.” His smile was more genuine, now, his thumb idly tracing over the area under your eye. You tried to look away, tried to take a step back, but all it took was a tap to your chin and a slight, wordless coo to have you fixed in place, as silent and as still as any other member of his tempered, obedient little herd. “Lucifer may act charitable, but he still took you away from your home. He still removed you from the place you belong and brought you here, where you’re powerless, where you need to rely on the other exchange students. No one blames you for holding it against him.”

“I was scared,” You muttered, beginning to toy with the hem of your uniform’s sleeve. Anything that might distract you. “I don’t hate him, I don’t hate any of them, I was just--”

“You’re lying to yourself.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an assumption. To Simeon, it was a fact, and there was nothing you could do to convince him otherwise, not when he was so sure that angels were good and those no longer worthy of holding the title weren’t. “See? This is what they do, this is what he does. He’ll work his way into your mind and he’ll make you believe things that aren’t true. Clearly, just being near him is starting to have an effect on you.” He clicked his tongue, his hand falling from your face. He took you by the crook of your arm, instead, hardly bothering to shake his head before he started to tug you away from your classroom, away from your peers, away from the prying eyes and the concerned glances and the poor influences, as Simeon so often called them. “Imagine how bad it’d be if I hadn’t intervened. We should get you back to your room now, before you do something you’ll regret.”

You opened your mouth, intent on arguing, on pushing him away, on telling him that you didn’t need his help, that you didn’t need anything badly enough to take being treated like a child who didn’t know the difference between a friend and a stranger. But, all it took was a glance over his shoulder for you to swallow down the words again, all that confidence swiftly replaced with seething, brewing, frustrating fear.

You still weren’t scared of Lucifer, you couldn’t be. Simeon never let you get close enough to have anything to be afraid of. Honestly, you might’ve preferred him over your current guardian, if you ever got the chance to see the other side.

You were sure you’d find a way to live with his ‘influence’, as long as his touch left fewer bruises than Simeon’s did.

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goddessofmischief · 3 years

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Blue Monday, Chapter Thirteen - Loki x Reader

TW: Mention of the word ‘suicide.’ Not discussed in graphic terms.

Author’s Note: It’s been a long journey! There is still so much more story to tell, so please send me questions or feedback if you liked this chapter!

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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The last day of Amora Freyadottir’s life had begun like... well, almost any other.

Loki had woken up next to you. His Amora.

The pair had risen in synchronization, methodically buckling up armor after armor, sword after shield.

And when you were both ready, you’d descended down the stairs together, one perfect unit, marched down to the castle courtyard, where Odin and several other highly-trained soldiers were assembled. He’d instructed you on the mission-

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to escape the flood of memories that had suddenly fallen into your mind.

"I’m... I’m what?”

“You,” said Mobius. “You’re Amora. You always have been.”

“Loki, I don’t... I don’t understand,” you stammered. “You lied to me, you swore you knew I wasn't her, you swore it-”

“I didn’t,” Loki promises. “You aren’t. These lies are simply a diversion to distract us from Mobius’ misdeeds.”

“Oh, Loki,” said Mobius. “Poor, poor Loki - if only that were true.”

He gestures, and a T.V.A. guard rushes in, restraining you both.

“Our story begins in Asgard, I think,” Mobius spoke, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey that had magically appeared. “Yes, that’s the one. Asgard. You and Loki had just marched off to the battle of Vanaheim... a terrible, terrible battle. Oh, they found you in pieces, Y/N. You died a warrior’s death.”

“Not me,” you said, stubbornly. “Amora did.”

“Yes, well... Loki got kinda despondent after that... not all that surprising, since he obviously loved ya-”

You glanced at Loki. He paled.

“And, well, Loki usually gets what he wants... and he decides he wants you back. Only problem is, he wasn’t sure how to do it. You were about as dead as it gets, sweetheart. So he studies, right? He studies for months and weeks, until he finds the plan that works best for him... that he’s going to reincarnate you.”

“No,” you argue, stubbornly. “No. No, that’s not true, it’s not true, it can’t be-”

“Crazy, right? I thought so, too. But I saw potential, in his failures, cause, the thing was... I’d started to see where things were going, even then.

The Earth was on the verge of nuclear war. The stars, divided by piracy and battle. In the middle of all of it... the two of you. I’d been trying to leave this universe for a long, long time - only problem is, the Watchers have kept me here. Something truly cataclysmic would have had to happen in order to let me destroy it - and, well... this little Romeo and Juliet story was a pretty good disaster-in-the-making, if I do say so myself. I knew if I stoked the fires of it, Loki would find a way to make the universe burn.

Soon enough, our friend Loki here uses a considerable amount of dark magic to reincarnate your soul into that of a mortal. He’d thought... well, I imagined he thought that once you reached a suitable age, about the age you are now, he’d give you your old memories, and find a way to make you immortal again. But you just couldn’t stay away, could you, Loki?”

“What does he mean?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Loki stammers, and Mobius snaps his fingers - and suddenly, Loki’s eyes glow bright green, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.

“I visited you,” Loki whispers, slowly. “In your dreams, I -”

He paused, removing his glove and resting his palm on your forehead. You couldn’t see everything, not just yet - so many of your memories were still blocked out.

But you saw him. You saw him... throughout your life. Long walks, chess games, dives into swimming pools. He’d appear in your dreams, even. You were never alone.

Never.

“You didn’t have any friends,” Loki said. “And... I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“But if you were there, for everything... why can’t I remember any of it? Why can’t you?”

“Well, you can’t remember much of anything, can you?” said Mobius. “Only... the moments without him. The moments with your father. And, of course... your would-be death. But you never could remember what drove you to make that choice, could you? Only that you did, that cold Monday morning, and that I saved you, and swept you away to a life with us. You have wondered, haven’t you?”

You had.

“That was my work. I needed you to get to a point of desperation, so that the T.V.A. would seem the perfect option for you, so that you’d feel you had nothing else left. The thing was, when I made Loki forget... I kinda altered his memory two years before yours. So I doomed you, you see. I left you for two years, without him. He abandoned you... or, so you thought. And without your protector, well, you were a mess, weren't you?”

You had been.

“And without him to stop you, you made the rashest decision you could. You made an attempt upon your own life - and thus, my plan fell into place.”

“So it’s my fault,” said Loki. “If I’d never visited you... none of it would have happened. You’d never have thought I left you. Mobius never would’ve been able to manipulate us. It’s my fault you... died. Or, almost did.”

This was almost too much for you to comprehend. You were Amora? Loki had known you all your life? His leaving caused your depression, and set Mobius’ plan into motion?

But something more important stood out, too -

You loved Loki.

And he loved you.

Somehow, that had to mean something.

With a growl, you kicked Mobius across the room.

Loki turned to you, and without wasting a moment -

The two of you ran.

“Loki!” you found yourself shouting, tempted to shake him and make him listen to you.

“We can’t just run!”

“Why ever not? I’ve used this strategy - it’s worked for me, many times.”

“Because your last enemy didn’t have access to every timeline in existence! We can’t hide - he’s just gonna follow us there!”

He considered this.

“Fine,” Loki said. “How about this - we’ll fetch some back-up.”

You had to admit, your heart began to pound a little faster about the idea, just imagining the heroes you and Loki could recruit.

Alternate Iron Man. Alternate Black Widow. Perhaps even Thor himself-

“I’m sure me, being me, would be more than willing to help.”

Just like that, all those hopes came crashing down, all at once.

“Uh... what?”

"Well, in this scenario, I can really only trust myself, darling. You of course can understand. We’ll simply locate a variant of me... and enlist their assistance.”

You shrugged, helplessly.

“I... I guess.”

By this point, you figured you were going to die, anyway. You may as well just give in to his flawed logic and see where it would lead you.

“But I’m not dealing with another Lady Loki,” you insist, as Loki started to focus his energy on programming the tesseract with coordinates. “Not again.”

“No, no, of course not... then again, we would have gotten along, had I not possessed something she wanted. So, it seems to me... all I have to do is find a ‘me’ that hasn’t yet lost his Amora.”

“Okay, how do we do that?”

Loki focused on the tesseract.

“There,” he uttered, after a moment. “It’s... it’s programmed. It’ll take us somewhere, I know not where... to me. A me who has a version of Amora with him. That me will have no need for jealousy, and I’m sure I can reason some way to tempt them to aid us-”

“And... we’ll take her with us, too? The other Amora?”

“Jealous already, darling?”

“No,” you said, raising your gun to blast an approaching T.V.A. soldier. “Never.”

He grinned, and takes your hand.

And together, you both disappear into the icy-blue light of the Tesseract.

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apiratewhopines · 3 years

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Thanks to @teamhook for the updated artwork. She’s the only person I know who will provide a gift for her own gift 💝

Thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper for helping me pick Killian’s hometown in this story and for being an all around lovely person

Midnight

Chapter 2 — The Stroke

Summary: In which our heroine does what she does best

Chapter 2 of 7 on AO3

“And my imagination will feed my hungry heart,

Leave me one thing before we part”

-A Kiss to Build a Dream On, Louis Armstrong

The spot he was referring to was an out-of-the-way pub serving the greasiest onion rings in existence and a lively clientele that didn’t notice it was one o’clock in the morning and all decent people were in bed. After days of getting by on breakfast bars and the memory of what a full meal tasted like, Emma thought she had died and gone to heaven.

Melancholy tunes droned softly in the background as she demolished enough food to feed an army. The pretty waitress earned her respect when the woman didn’t even blink at her handsome companion, and she liked to think she earned it back when she ordered three of their daily specials without a trace of shame.

Ignoring the way Killian watched with an expression close to awe as she stuffed her face, she happily gulped down a cup of coffee and observed, “Nice place. Come here often?”

“Not as much as I used to,” he murmured, taking a sip of his drink. “Tell me about this man you’re hunting. Is it personal?”

“Please, don’t make me lose my appetite. Surely we can come up with something else to talk about,” she groaned around a mouthful of beef and melted cheese. He had removed his leather jacket when they entered the pub, and his black short sleeve t-shirt stretched across his biceps in a manner entirely too distracting for comfort. Their high-backed booth made it feel as though they were on an island all by themselves, the dark wood and Tiffany lamps creating a cozy cocoon while still allowing a view of the nearly deserted dance floor.

“Ah, definitely personal then. Did he insult your honor? Break your heart? Have you ever even been in love?”

It stung how quickly he was able to see through her. Did she wear her heartache like a stamp on her forehead announcing to everyone she was an idiot? Ignoring the last question, she replied, “He hurt the only person who ever cared about me out of petty revenge. Neal Cassidy broke me. Now I’m going to return the favor.”

“Chills, darling.” His tone was teasing, but she thought she saw him shudder at her words. “I guess you don’t abide the notion of turning the other cheek.”

“Not when the first hit cost me my home, my possessions, and my peace of mind.”

“So he’s the reason you haven’t eaten in days and don’t have any luggage? Sounds like a lovely chap.”

“I don’t need your commentary or your sympathy, Captain. While I appreciate your help tonight, and I definitely owe you one for the meal, I think my past is closed for further discussion. Let’s talk about you instead. What’s your story?”

“I don’t have one, love. What you see is what you get.”

“What I see is someone dodging my question. Guess I’ll have to fill in the details myself then. Let’s see…thirty-something-year-old man who lives a life of boredom and pines for more while feeling stuck in his white picket fence world. You have a decent career in a field that pays well but decided to start a side hustle to meet new people and have something to do after eight in the evening.” Gesturing with her chin toward his forearm, she continued, “Currently nursing his own broken heart over the woman who loved and left him. The only thing I can’t figure out is what part of England you’re from.”

“Well, aren’t you the perceptive one,” he answered with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Although, I would argue it’s cheating since I have my emotional baggage inked on my skin for everyone to see while you carry yours around like an invisible tumor on your soul. As far as where I’m from, a man likes to maintain a little mystery.”

“Come on! You really aren’t going to tell me anything about yourself? After I guessed all that about you?”

With an unfathomable look, he smiled softly and said, “Fine, I’m from Cambridge. Now you know all my secrets. And allow me to call your attention to how well my devious plan worked. My first evening with my side hustle, as you call it, and I’m already having a late night rendezvous with a beautiful woman. One full of food and dancing.”

“There will be no dancing, Captain. But I wouldn’t be opposed to more food.”

“Not sure where you’ll put it, love, there’s no more room on the table. But I’m game if you are. Come on, one dance, and I’ll buy you a whole pie.”

She wanted pie but not as much as she wanted to feel his arms around her. She wanted it so badly her mind raced with images of skin on skin and restless hands exploring. Then her stomach twisted at the knowledge they would say goodbye soon. They probably should have already said it, truth be told. As she debated what harm could come from giving in just this once, he extended his hand and pulled her gently from the seat. Slowly, she felt a small section of her walls crumble and gave him a reluctant smile. “One dance.”

The soft music wasn’t loud enough to allow for an appropriate selection of dance style, but she didn’t mind when he gathered her close and swayed gently in time with his soft humming. She felt his breath stir the hair around her face and realized this was a mistake. Now that she knew how it felt, it would be harder to deny herself an encore. Especially knowing tonight was a one-time thing.

“Tell me something, Swan. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“No, I don’t believe in love at all,” she answered. Her words conveyed her deeply held conviction that poets and Hollywood movie producers invented love to make people so miserable with the lack of it, they had to seek out fictionalized versions to find some measure of happiness. Her tone, however, sounded as though she was open to being convinced otherwise.

“That’s a shame. I think you’ll miss out on a lot of what life has to offer by being so close-minded and scared.”

“If I were scared, which I’m not, I have every reason to be. One of my foster moms told me a long time ago that love wouldn’t buy me a diamond ring, and it was as easy to be in a relationship with a rich man as a poor one. Easier really. I used to think she was a witch, but now I think she had a point.”

“Bloody hell, what exactly did that man do to you?”

She felt his direct gaze like a physical thing caressing her even as his eyes flickered with disappointment. “I told you. He broke me. And my bank account.”

“Money isn’t everything, love.”

“Excuse me if I ignore advice telling me to count my non-monetary blessings from the man who picked me up in his Beamer. It may not be everything but not having it leaves you with nothing.”

“A person who needs forty dollars a day and makes forty is richer than someone who has everything and needs more.”

“Now you’re just being silly,” she said as she slipped from his arms. “And when a rainy day comes? What then?”

“I recently took up being an Uber driver in my spare time, love. I imagine I’ll make more on rainy days.”

Laughing as she looked at his endearing face under the dim light, she shook her head. “About my pie…”

—

She knew what she was doing. She lingered over the large platter containing a sampling of every type of pie the surprisingly eclectic menu had to offer. She watched him with affection as he critiqued each in turn, always saving the bites with whipped cream for her. The best parts, in other words.

She was stalling.

The night hadn’t turned out as she expected. While her main goal was unfulfilled, she couldn’t make herself think of it as a loss when her sides hurt from laughing, and her troubled heart felt at peace. It was a pity it had to end. And not because she had nowhere to go, although that was certainly the case.

Slowly they made their way back to his car, neither one speaking as the noises of the summer night buzzed in the background. She’d said a lot of goodbyes in her lifetime, eagerly in most cases, but was strangely reluctant to add this one to the list. “Well, Captain, it’s been an expensive night for you. I think you better drop me off at the nearest bus station before I cost you any more.”

“You’re always trying to bring the conversation back around to money. Get in,” he ordered as he handed her into the car.

The air in the cabin of his luxury sedan felt heavy with expectation. Neither of them spoke nor hardly moved a muscle. She considered asking him to turn on the radio but didn’t want to miss out on the last few moments of hearing his even breathing next to her. Minutes passed, and it took her a while to notice they had left Storybrooke and were heading back toward Misthaven. “How much further to the bus station?”

“We passed it several miles back. You’re going to stay at my place.”

Under normal circumstances, this would be where she prepared to kick someone’s ass, but she knew deep down, as surprising as his announcement was, she had nothing to fear from him. Well, nothing except a repeat of the broken heart fiasco that was getting harder to remember with every second spent in his company. “Oh no, I’m not. What happened to no strings and no funny business?”

“Calm down, Swan. Our deal stands. I’m working the rest of the night so you’ll have the place to yourself. Trust me, the bed in my guest room is much more comfortable than a seat at the bus station.” Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached into one of the compartments in the console and pulled out a key. “There are some shirts in the dryer if you need something to wear. Help yourself to whatever you want. If you hang around until nine, I’ll even make breakfast. If you don’t, leave the key under the Welcome mat.”

“I think you better keep your key, Captain. There are two ways this could end, and neither one is pretty.” She gave him a sidelong glance and was mildly irked to see him grinning at her.

“Only two? Please enlighten me with your power of premonition.”

Heaving a sigh of frustration, she wished he would be logical about this whole thing. Sure they had attraction in spades; the very air around them seemed to crackle with electricity whenever their eyes met. But she knew it would fade, and the only thing left then would be goodbye. Better to skip the messy part and go straight to the end. “The first is I stay and have breakfast, and it turns into the day and then another night….”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, love. And the second?”

“I leave the key under the mat, and we never see each other again.”

“Hmm, option two is decidedly less appealing. I’ll take what’s behind Door Number One, please,” he joked.

“You think so until reality sets in and you realize you’ve taken in a stray with a score to settle and not a cent to her name. It won’t be long before the sight of me in your shirts makes you cringe, and you resent having to share the couch with a woman who has nothing to give.” She would know having been in a relationship with a person who was only capable of taking, and she vowed never to do that to someone else.

“I have half a mind to hunt down this Cassidy fellow myself after seeing the hit job he did on you. Listen, Swan, the key has no strings. Breakfast is just food. Whatever happens, happens. But if you think I’m going to drop you off at a deserted bus station with only the clothes on your back, fetching as they are, you’ve got the wrong idea about me in more ways than one.”

“I’m not yours to rescue, Captain.”

“You could be,” he whispered in a voice that made her skin tingle. He tossed her a half-hearted smile, eyes stormy with the knowledge she was going to turn him down. Again.

“The fact we both want me to be is warning enough it’s a bad idea. Come on, Killian, let’s call it a night now so we can remember it fondly in the years to come.”

His jaw clenched, and she was worried he was going to fight with her sensible argument. People didn’t meet people in the middle of the road and form attachments in one night. This wasn’t a fairy tale, and she was as far from a princess as a person could get.

Although she had to admit he made a rather fine prince.

Pulling off into a nearby gas station, he turned to her and said almost threateningly, “We’re not through discussing this.”

Then he stepped out and slammed the door as the sky opened up.

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It was a dirty trick. She knew even as she did it, but it was for his own good. For whatever reason, he felt like he needed to protect her, and she needed to save him from himself. So she waited until he walked into the convenience store and made a run for it.

That’s not to say she didn’t have a brief moment of whimsy. She couldn’t stop herself from placing a kiss on the key he had casually tossed to her as if inviting her into his home and his life wasn’t a big deal. Then she carefully placed it on the dash, grabbing the newspaper from his backseat as an afterthought, and scurried away before she was caught.

Like a rat.

Maybe Neal was exactly the kind of man she deserved.

The rain beat down in a punishing way, her makeshift umbrella getting soggy and soft under the onslaught. She was so busy looking over her shoulder, convinced he was going to search for her and half hoping he was successful, that the sudden absence of the storm took her by surprise.

“Here, miss, it’s raining cats and dogs tonight,” the sturdy doorman of the fancy establishment she was passing said as he reached out to place his umbrella over her. The burgundy awning extended to cover most of the sidewalk and, despite the late hour, classical music was drifting from the open door. Limousines lined the street, spilling well-dressed patrons as they approached the swanky club.

Before she could maneuver out of the way, she was swept into a tide of rich fish, all glammed out and ready for the party to start or continue as the case may be. She overheard one woman, whose hat was so large she had to tilt her head to make it through the door, complain, “Regina’s parties are always so dull even nature weeps.”

Deciding a boring party indoors was better than a lonely night in the rain, Emma changed her stance and walked over the threshold with her head held high like she belonged there. She noticed the plaque on the wall as she entered read The Rabbit Hole and couldn’t help but think it was aptly named. With its marble floors and curving staircase, it was no wonder this wasn’t one of the stops on the Captain’s tour of town. This place was as high-end as they came.

There was a man collecting tickets at a small side table and, with only a minute to improvise, she was glad to see the stubs were roughly the size of the photo she was toting around, one of the few remaining possessions to her name. Without a moment of regret, she turned the photo face down, relieved the love note Neal had written on the back was faded and worn, so only his faint signature was legible. Luckily, the sheer volume of people entering the place meant the employee merely took it from her without looking to confirm it was what it appeared to be.

Following the crowd into a large ballroom off to the side, she saw a black grand piano played with a precise kind of violence by a wild-haired man in a tuxedo. The room was packed to the gills, the group she straggled in with taking the last seats on the far side of the room. The audience was appreciative but far from silent, conversations carrying on as if private concerts of this caliber were a normal everyday occurrence for them. Every time Emma thought she found a place to rest her sore feet and sorer heart, someone took it before she could get there and, in one near miss, she almost flattened a lap dog that warranted his own seat for the show.

Finally, after pushing her way through a narrow row, she found a place and asked the man in the next chair with a hint of desperation, “Is this seat taken?”

Shrugging a silent negative with brooding eyes that lit up when she neared, she tried to ignore the searching glance he gave her as she dropped into the chair and surreptitiously removed her shoes. She could tell by the hint of a smirk he noticed the movement, but at least he had the good grace not to comment on it.

He was handsome in a careworn kind of way. His tousled dark hair and thick stubble were eerily similar to the Captain’s look, and it made her shuffle in her seat with guilt. The man kept staring, his light-colored eyes settling somewhere between gray and green, keenly taking in her appearance and finding it amusing if the continued presence of his smirk was any indication.

As the final notes of the concerto echoed through the room, a burst of applause started. Now that she was fed and able to sit for a few moments, Emma realized she was exhausted. It was a bone-deep weariness far beyond fatigue, and she was fairly confident it could be traced back to a man with blue eyes and more charm than any one person should be allowed to have.

She wondered where Killian was now. If he had already given up or if he was wasting more time and losing out on more money combing the streets looking for his erstwhile damsel in distress. Emma knew what she did was for the best as surely as she knew she would be haunted by the feeling of his arms wrapped around her for a long time.

After a brief break, the musician approached the piano again. Before he could start hammering out another song with the intensity of a madman, a raven-haired woman stepped in front of the instrument. She called out in a commanding voice, “Pardon the interruption but does anyone recognize this man? It would seem there was a mix-up at the ticket counter and someone accidentally handed in a photograph instead of their invitation to this private event.”

Resisting the urge to sink deeper into her chair, she furtively looked around as the audience murmured amongst themselves regarding the unusual disruption. She could tell by the sardonic tone of the woman’s voice and the way she emphasized the word private she wasn’t convinced it was an innocent mistake. A scene would be made if the guilty party were found and couldn’t provide the appropriate documentation.

“Really? No one is going to come forward?” With an annoyed look at the assembly, she sulked, “Fine, I won’t waste any more of your time.”

She saw the woman hurry to the corner and carry on a quick conversation with a few men before the group disbursed and fanned out to cover the room. Feeling her luck was running out, she slipped her feet back into her shoes with barely a wince and slowly stood under the watchful gaze of her neighbor.

She needed to escape for the second time that night, but now she had hundreds of witnesses. Nonchalantly, she surveyed the room, trying to determine the best way. During this perusal, a man caught her eye, and she froze as he began to cut across the room to her side. So much for a stealthy getaway.

Her pursuer had an air of refined boredom with an edge of mischief. His graying hair was an attractive finish to a lean, well-dressed form. Cocking an eyebrow in disdain or maybe curiosity, he spoke quietly to not draw the notice of the surrounding crowd. “A word, madam.”

“With me?”

“Indeed.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that.” Squaring her shoulders, she ignored the way her neighbor watched with rapt attention as she resolutely marched toward her fate.

@teamhook @kmomof4 @jrob64 @motherkatereloyshipper @stahlop @xarandomdreamx @xsajx @klynn-stormz

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animeyanderelover · 4 years

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Here’s my next post. This time about Noah’s Arc Circus. I tried to make it with all of the members, but some of them were a bit harder to write.I’m sorry that some Hc’s are shorter than others. I still had fun though.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Noah’s Arc Circus Hc’s

Jumbo

💪I started with the members who are harder for me to write. Jumbo is one of the most responsible in the group, in my opinion at least. That’s why I think he’s an aware Yandere, he knows his feelings aren’t normal.

💪Also the overprotective type, he saw some bad stuff in his past and swore to himself that nothing should ever harm his darling.

💪He has patience with others and can hold on for quite some time. But everyone has it‘s limits and so has he. His appearance is pretty intimidating and when someone gets too close to the s/o for his liking he’ll tower over them with a very scary look on his face. That’s enough to make everyone shiver in fear.

💪He’s on the more hesitant side to kill people for his darling. He already doesn’t like the fact that he has to kill for Baron Kelvin and then again, he knows his feelings aren’t normal. But when someone seriously harms his darling he looses it. This guy has some strength and will most likely beat the person up until they’re dead. But even then he’ll feel guilty about going as far as ending a human’s life for the s/o and will apologize to the corpse.

💪This depends on whether you’re a member from the circus or not. If you are then this guy has no need to worry about this and will spend nearly all of his free time with helping you with your training. If you aren’t then Jumbo will have a hard time on arguing with himself if he should do it or not. But if something terrible happens to you this will be a trigger event for him and he’ll take the s/o with him. He’ll give you freedom to walk around the place the circus stays and be more tolerant with his darling because he knows what he did was wrong. This guy will at least apologize to the s/o once a day for his behavior.

💪Overall a very tame Yandere who is really trying his best to make you as happy as he can.

Wendy & Peter

🤸‍♀️Since they’re nearly always together I decided to put them together. Both of them possess very different types. Wendy is a clingy and lovestruck Yandere who loves to be by her darling’s side and is absolutely adoring her s/o. This girl is almost like a lovesick puppy, ready to fulfill her darling’s every wish possible.

🤸‍♀️Peter is a more harsh, strict and possessive Yandere. He’s ready to use more force on them, always willing to insult and/or hurt them when necessary. He also expects his darling to behave well, wanting them to only look at him ( and Wendy). Peter was never able to have anything he wished for in his life. This time it’ll be different!

🤸‍♀️Both of them get jealous easily, but the way they act on it is different. Wendy will clinge onto the s/o’s side whining and pouting for attention. Peter’s reaction is worse. First of all he’ll yell at whoever made him jealous, after that he’ll grab his darling harshly and drag them somewhere more privately and then starts throwing a tantrum. If he’s angry enough he might even slap you.

🤸‍♀️The point of killing is often discussed between both of them and both of them have different opinions on it. Wendy already hates killing for Baron Kelvin and is very unsure about killing others. Peter is more determined when it comes to killing people for you. But without Wendy he has troubles killing so he needs to convince her first which is really hard. Only when someone hurts or tries to take their s/o away from them she’s willing to kill someone.

🤸‍♀️If you’re a member of the circus then there won’t be that much troubles. Wendy will just clinge constantly to her darling’s side and Peter will demand from the s/o to spend very much time with him. If you aren’t a member then again Peter will have to have a long discussion with Wendy, but in this situation it’ll be easier for him to talk her into it since Wendy loves you so much. As soon as they have you it’s a pure chaos! Wendy wants to take their s/o out, but Peter doesn’t and wants to lock the s/o in one of the circus wagons. Both of them have very different opinions about how to treat their darling and whenever one of them makes sure that you’re treated accordingly to their opinion the other one will somehow force you to do it the other way around.

🤸‍♀️These two balance each other pretty well out. Peter makes sure that Wendy doesn’t go too easy on you and that you get punishments and Wendy makes sure that Peter doesn’t go too harsh on you and that you aren’t the whole day locked inside the wagon. If we go individually with them Wendy is a more harmless one and Peter is one of the worse ones since he often lashes out on you and might even slap you.

Doll

❣️Doll is a lovestruck, delusional and desperate Yandere. She grew up under terrible conditions and in her eyes her darling is some kind of angel. This girl is head over heels for the s/o and would do everything to make them happy. Her parents never really showed her much love so please give her as much as possible!

❣️Also a very clingy one. You can bet that she’ll always pop up wherever you are. Also a very touchstarved one, enjoying any kind of physical contact with her darling. Doesn’t matter if it’s hugging, holding hands or anything other than this. Give her some sort of physical affection and this girl will feel like she’s in heaven.

❣️Doll gets jealous easily and will glare at anyone who takes her darling’s attention away from her. But she doesn’t want you to find out so she just taps you on your shoulder and ask you with the brightest grin possible if you would like to do something with her.

❣️Killing is an absolute no for her. She can barely bring herself to kill people for Baron Kelvin and even though she sometimes has dark thoughts when it comes to her darling she just can’t bring herself to take more lifes than she already does. The furthest she is willing to go is hurting someone pretty badly, but only in extreme cases where her darling gets heavily hurt.

❣️If her s/o is part of the circus she makes sure that Joker assignes her and her darling for the same tent. If the s/o isn’t part of the circus this girl would have the hardest time of her life. She doesn’t want to kidnap them and risk the chance of involving them into the terrible activities her and the others do. So she starts thinking about just staying by her darling’s side. But she loves the other troupe members! But she also loves you... This poor girl will have the hardest time ever before finally making a decision.

❣️Doll is such a sweetheart for you. This girl is almost brainwashed for you and is ready to do whatever you ask her to. She’s very gullible what makes her easy to manipulate. I believe you’re able to have an almost normal relationship with her because she has an unique charm to her. All she really wants is your love.

Beast

🐅Beast strikes me as an overprotective and lovestruck Yandere. The moment she saw you for the first time she suddenly forgot all about Joker. Who’s Joker even compared to her lovely darling? It was like love at first sight even though she doesn’t believe in that. She knows how cruel this world is and how much it can damage people. That’s why she’s terrified that something might happen to her darling and always hovers over them, no matter what they’re doing.

🐅I think she’s also a manipulative type. She’ll tell her darling everything about her past, making them feel sorry for her like this. She’ll bring up the “terrible past card” when the s/o is about to leave her. She’s a great actor and can turn from an all though performer to a crying woman in only a few seconds, guilt tripping her s/o and making them stay with her whilst trying to comfort her. I can also imagine her as a desperate one, after all Joker never requited her love and she never really had someone who gave her the love she always wanted and needed.

🐅Beast has a pretty bad temper and that affects her jealousy. It’s truly a scary sight when this girl storms to whoever is talking to her darling with a dark look on her face and a whip in her hands. She’ll yell at the person, asking them why they don’t train on their performance whilst raising her whip threateningly.

🐅She doesn’t like killing very much, but if it comes to you she’s willing to change that. But she only kills a person when they pushed their luck too much, for example constantly trying to take the s/o away from her or even worse, hurting her darling. Then this person has a angry whip swinging woman with a wild tiger after them.

🐅Beast would never kidnap her darling. Much more the contrary, I can totally see her running away with her darling from the circus. If the s/o is a circus member themself and doesn’t want to leave she’ll tell them the true intention of the circus, but will make it sound like she’s a victim and was forced to take part in it. She’s a very good liar. After she’s convinced her darling she’ll make sure to run away with them as far as possible from the circus where both of them can start a happy life together. Of course she loves the members of the circus, but she loves her darling more.

🐅Beast is manipulative and will trick you into thinking that she hadn’t anything to do with all the kidnapping and killing. She uses her lies to make you stay with her for all of your life, but overall she’s a very nice and loving Yandere.

Dagger

🔪Lovestruck, obsessed and delusional, that’s all I have to say about this guy. He thinks both of you were born to be together and this boy can’t get enough of you. Beast is already forgotten the moment he layed his eyes on his darling. He makes sure to ask the s/o as many questions as possible. What’s their favorite color? What’s their favorite food? Are they in a relationship with anyone? What’s their ideal type? He wants to know everything!

🔪He’s also a clingy one as well as a worshipper. This guy won’t give the s/o any space to breathe and as soon as he isn’t near his darling he’ll freak out. For him his darling is the most beautiful and perfect creature that has ever wandered on this planet. He’ll compliment his darling about everything they do and as soon as someone even dares to say something against the s/o this guy will start throwing a fit. Also a very desperate guy, he needs your affection and love or else he’ll go insane.

🔪No one should dare to even look at his darling. He’s delusional and believes that the darling was simply born to be his and that he should be the only one who looks at them. He also believes that everyone wants to take them away from him. But he won’t let that happen! NEVER! Even the other members know to not come anywhere near the s/o if they don’t want a knife in their skull.

🔪He doesn’t kill! He just protects the s/o from anyone who wants to harm them or wants to take them away from him. There are so many bad people in the world and he just wants to make sure that his darling is safe. That is something completely different, right? In other words, Dagger is willing to leave quite the mess behind.

🔪In this point I think he would be similar to Beast, but for very different reasons. He’s something that’s even worse than paranoid. It doesn’t matter if the s/o is a circus member or not, his delusions make him believe that everyone wants his s/o for theirself. At some point he couldn’t take it anymore and dragged them to some place where no one else could see them.

🔪Delusional Yanderes are always dangerous because they believe that every horrific thing they do is okay because it’s for their darling’s protection. Dagger will handcuff you to the bed if you try to escape and will cuddle you like there’s nothing wrong with it! At least he would never hurt you, but still. The worst is that he always tells you about who he killed, wanting you to know that he’s your knight in shining armor when in reality this terrifies you even more. If you ever tell him how much you hate him he’ll start crying rivers.

Joker

🤡Joker is the aware type of Yandere, he knows that these strong feelings he holds for the s/o aren’t healthy in the least bit. Also a possessive one, he treasures his darling so much and they’re like the only light in his dark life. There’s no way he’ll lose the only good thing in his life.

🤡Also the manipulative type. As the leader of the circus he has definitely his way with words to pull someone in and he uses this on his s/o. He lures them to him and makes sure that they stay with him. I think of him as a desperate one too. Most of the times he’s very composed and calm, but there are these moments when he has a small breakdown and that’s when he needs his darling’s love the most.

🤡As mentioned above he is calm and composed and as the leader of the circus he’s careful that no one will get suspicious of him or the circus. But everyone has his limits and so does he. But even then he’s careful with his way of acting. He would most likely use his manipulations on the s/o to entice them away from the other person.

🤡With killing he’s careful as well, always worried that someone might find out. But when someone possesses a threat for his relationship with the s/o he’ll definitely starts planning on how to get rid of them without leaving any traces that will lead to him or the circus. He already killed people before so it doesn’t really matter if he kills some more for his darling’s sake. That’s at least what he thinks.

🤡Joker will kidnap the s/o. Here again he thinks that he already has done some bad stuff and kidnapping the darling and making sure that they can never leave him isn’t the worst sin he has committed in his life. He makes sure that one of the first-string members is always watching them. Some of them feel visibly sorry for the s/o, but they know what awaites them when they try to help Joker’s darling escape. Joker made sure that all of them know what happens to them then.

🤡Joker is one of the worse ones from this list. His possessiveness over you is already bad enough, but the biggest problem are his manipulative words in which he wraps you constantly up. It’s like you’re a moth that tries to refuse his lies that are like a bright burning fire. You’ll often break down in tears since he messes with your mind, starting to question what’s the truth and what’s a lie, what’s wrong and what’s right. When you’re in such a state Joker makes sure to embrace you with open arms whilst whispering sweet nothings in your ear, luring you even deeper into his trap.

Snake

⚕️Snake is the lovestruck and desperate type. He was never really loved by anyone, always seen as a freak because of his scales and his abilities. He never experienced love before, but whenever he’s near his darling his whole body tingles and he has this warm and nice feeling in his chest. Is that love? In his eyes his darling is pure perfection and even though he’s pretty shy around them he still yearns for some kind of affection from them. If they compliment him about his looks this guy will float on cloud nine for the rest of the whole day.

⚕️Snake is also overprotective, obessed and a stalker. He’s as mentioned very timid near his darling and prefers to watch them from the distance or to be specific, his snakes always watch over them. Like this he can also make sure that no one can harm them. His snakes will follow you everywhere you go and by the end of the day they’ll report to him, letting him know everything the s/o did that day. They also bring him often things from the darling which he treasures very much. He’ll build a shrine with the things from his darling. I wouldn’t recommend to write your thoughts or your daily routine in a diary because his snakes will steal that as well.

⚕️He’s self-conscious about himself and whenever the s/o has a good time with someone else this will increase even more. He doesn’t really want to kill, but some of his snakes think differently about this and try to talk him into letting them kill the person. I would even go as far as saying that even if he doesn’t agree with them they’ll remove the person secretly without him knowing. The snakes care deeply for him and want him to be happy and no one is allowed to take his precious darling away from Snake!

⚕️The only times when he actually agrees with his snakes to let them kill someone is when a person hurt you. That’s the only time he allows them to kill someone and you can bet that the snakes make sure that the person will die a more than agonizing death.

⚕️He doesn’t really want to kidnap his darling, but his snakes think differently. Their master deserves to be happy as well! So even if he disagrees with them they’ll make sure to kidnap the s/o. Even if Snake demands to set the darling free they’ll use manipulation on him. It’s only a question of time until the hey have convinced him. The only scenario where he agrees to keep his darling with him is when they get really badly hurt and he couldn’t protect them. This realization that he can’t protect them always breaks this man’s heart and that’s when he allows the snakes to kidnap you.

⚕️He isn’t such a bad Yandere, the problem here are his snakes who often try to talk him into things. They always watch you and if you are scared of snakes this will be a living nightmare for you. But Snake himself is such a sweetheart to you, often to shy to even look at the beautiful you. Give him love and this guy will be the happiest man on the whole world.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere jumbo #yandere wendy #yandere peter #yandere doll #yandere beast #yandere dagger #yandere joker #yandere snake

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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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established relationship prompt: "Newton, darling, would you be a dear and eat my arse?"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMANN!!! obvious maybe but not sfw below the cut lmaoooo. WHEW I managed to finish by midnight!

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Birthdays have never really been the sort of thing Hermann has cared much about. Growing up, they were largely uneventful and unexciting, mostly ignored (if not outright forgotten) by his family, and in adulthood mostly ignored and forgotten by Hermann himself. After all, it’s become rather difficult to look forward to the passing of another year when the odds are growing exponentially higher humanity won’t live to see another, and equally difficult to celebrate the extension of one’s life when so many others have been lost. The very notion makes Hermann feel guilty. For those reasons Hermann has never marked his birthday down on a calendar in his time at the Shatterdome in any capacity, nor has he verbally acknowledged it to anyone. Certainly not to Newton.

It makes the hand-drawn card and small cake he finds on his desk the morning of June 9th all the more surprising. He does not need to read the card to know who the gifts are from. Newton’s distinctive handwriting and little crayon-doodled kaijus aside, Newton is quite obviously watching Hermann over his workbench for his reactions as Hermann inspects the cake. “How did you know?” Hermann finally says.

Newton feigns looking up at him in surprise. “Know what?” he says.

Hermann waves the card. “That it’s my,” he pauses, then continues, his mouth curling down with distaste at the word, “birthday?”

“Lucky guess,” Newton says. Hermann taps his finger impatiently on his cane, and Newton begins to tug off his work gloves with an eye roll. “Okay, I maaaaybe snooped through some of your employee records a little while back. But it was for totally valid reasons, dude. Relationship status, number one, birthday number two. How else was I gonna know all the important shit about you?”

“You could’ve asked,” Hermann says. He supposes this must’ve occurred right before Newton approached him in the laboratory a few months ago and asked him if he’d like to have sex. Hermann didn’t regret saying no at the time, and he still doesn’t, really, but he should’ve known Newton would be the…sentimental sort. Too affection-starved to let their convenient arrangement remain just that. At least he hasn’t thrown Hermann a party. “Besides. Did it ever occur to you I was keeping such things private for a reason?”

“You keep everything private,” Newton says. “I don’t even know your favorite color.”

“Most people don’t,” Hermann says.

“Yeah, but, you’re not—” Newton shakes his head, and lowers his voice, “—sleeping with most people. I mean, maybe you are, I don’t know, do whatever you want, man. I just mean—I want to know shit about you. Like your birthday. Since we’re—yeah.”

“I see.” Hermann sniffs. “Well. How terribly considerate of you.”

The sarcasm is unfortunately lost on Newton; he merely preens, and grins at Hermann, happy even to accept the smallest inkling of a compliment. “Yeah, I know. Anyway, what do you want to do tonight?”

Hermann expects he will do what he always does tonight, which is work late, eat dinner (usually cold by the time he clocks out) late, shower (also cold by the time he clocks out), and then go to bed. Though he supposes he’ll have to figure out what to do with the absurd little cake by then, as he doesn’t have a refrigerator in his bunk in which to store it. “Nothing much, I imagine,” he says.

“Really?” Newton says. “I was thinking we could wrap up early and head out somewhere fun for dinner. I was Googling cool places nearby that haven’t been, like, destroyed by kaiju yet. Or we could just get drinks. Or I also have drinks back in my room, and we could order pizza or something, so we don’t have to go out at all.”

“We?” Hermann says. Of course, Hermann ought to have known that sentimentality would also dictate he and Newton spend Hermann’s birthday together. All on account of a few, er, stress-relieving and completely emotionless liaisons every now and then. None of Hermann’s previous sexual partners (a rare handful, but existent nonetheless) have ever insisted on spending his birthday with him, and they’ve certainly never bought Hermann a card or cake, either. It would feel far too—well—intimate. What Hermann would only expect from a long-term partner. It’s really rather presumptuous of Newton to assume Hermann has any interest in celebrating with him. “Newton, really, it’s not—”

“Or we don’t have to have dinner at all,” Newton says quickly. “You could come over, and we can just…”

Do what they typically do when Hermann goes to Newton’s bunk, he expects. Hermann clears his throat. “You really have done quite enough for me already today,” he says. "I don't think—well—" He fidgets, scraping his cane across the floor, glancing back down at the cake and card. Newton has clearly handmade the cake as well: the frosting is colored a rather eye-searing shade of blue, layered on messily, and the Happy Birthday Hermann! written in yellow across it is cramped at the end, as if Newton did a poor job of space management. It is rather sweet of him. Hermann finds his heart softening just a bit towards his odd lab partner. "Oh, alright," he says, and Newton perks up happily. "But I'd rather not do anything too, er, fancy for dinner."

"Ha!" Newton says. "Awesome! Come over at six?"

Six means that Hermann will have to leave the laboratory no later than fifty-thirty if he wishes to shower and prepare himself for any sort of activity that may arise between them while they sit alone in Newton's bunk. Five-fifteen, if Hermann is being realistic, as he knows he will spend at least twenty minutes fussing over his appearance (wondering if he ought to shave away the few almost-clear pieces of stubble on his chin, smoothing back his hair, critically eyeing up his bony chest) as he always does upon the evenings when Newton invites him over. Hermann would like to protest and remind Newton that he does need to get some work done, but he really can't find it in himself, especially not when he knows Newton will put up a fuss and try to argue Hermann out of it anyway. "Six," Hermann agrees. He supposes he could use an early night in. Besides, it might be nice to treat his birthday as something special this year.

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Hermann arrives at Newton's bunk promptly at six. In lieu of dinner, which Hermann did not really expect they would be having, Newton (stripped down to a faded pair of boxer shorts and a white undershirt) leads Hermann over to his bed, sets his cane aside, lays him on his back, and begins to kiss him before either of them exchange a single word. It's rather more gently than Hermann is used to from Newton. Their liaisons are typically of the fast and rough sort, spurned on by fierce arguments and a need to outdo each other in everything, even sex. He can't say gentle doesn't feel nice. "What do you want to do?" Newton mumbles against his mouth.

"Do?" Hermann says. Are they not already doing something?

As Newton begins to kiss and stroke his fingers across Hermann's neck, Hermann finds his gaze wandering to the cinderblock ceiling of Newton's bunk. Everything feels rather nice and hazy. Newton's skin is warm and still slightly damp from a shower of his own, and each time Hermann inhales, he is nearly overwhelmed by the strong scent of Newton's body wash, unique, as far as Hermann knows, to only him on the Shatterdome base. Newton scorns the standard PPDC-issued kind, claiming that it irritates his skin, and so orders his own online once every few months. A funny little habit of his. Hermann is far less picky. "You're the birthday boy," Newton says. He flicks open Hermann's top button and nips at his collarbone. "Do you want to fuck me tonight? Or I could fuck you?" He speaks in short bursts, sentences stolen between pecks to Hermann's lips and punctuated by further nips to Hermann's throat. "I know we've only done it those ways a few times. But it's, like, a special occasion. And we have lots of time. I got new lube. Just in case. It got good reviews online?"

Hermann shivers pleasantly each time Newton says fuck. Newton's voice is far from sensual, Hermann must admit, but he is bold in voicing those sorts of desires in a way Hermann could never hope to be, and so it affects him as if Newton had purred the words. He secretly loves how crass Newton can be in bed—begging Hermann to fuck him harder, telling Hermann how much he loves fucking him, gripping at Hermann's hair and whining fuck, fuck, fuck while Hermann works his mouth over Newton as best he can. Hermann is not sure what he wants, and he's not sure what he wants from Newton tonight, either. "I don't know," he confesses. Newton kisses his mouth again, pressing his tongue in clumsily, and Hermann's eyelids flutter, the ceiling growing hazy. "Newton," he groans.

Newton's breaths are coming out in short, excited pants, and his fingers fumble over the next button on Hermann's shirt. Hermann suddenly feels foolish for changing into a fresh shirt and pair of slacks after his shower and not just his pajamas as Newton has. Foolish, and impatient with himself. It'll take Newton longer to strip him down to his bare skin.

"If you don't want to do all that I could just jerk us off a little," Newton says. He inches his hand down to the front of Hermann's slacks, rubbing against Hermann's zipper as clumsily as he'd kissed him. It's far too rough and graceless to be truly arousing, but it's Newton doing it to him, so Hermann pushes into his palm anyway. He feels Newton smile against his skin. "Or anything. Seriously. I wanna, like, make you feel good."

At once Hermann knows what he wants, and the need for it seizes him so tightly that he flushes brilliantly and bites down on his lip to keep from blurting it out and making a fool of himself. (It would hardly be healthy for Newton's already inflated ego if he knew just how badly Hermann wants him.) Newton has done it for him only two or three—well, three or four—times before, and each time has left Hermann an incoherent, trembling wreck upon the sheets. And no one does it to him the way Newton does; their arrangement is not technically monogamous, as that would require an admission of deeper feelings which neither of them are willing to make (and which are entirely nonexistent on Hermann's part), but Hermann has long since stopped seeking sex from anyone but Newton after a disappointing experience with a handsome j-tech who simply had no idea how to use his mouth effectively. Hermann likes to think Newton's is more skilled for the sheer fact that he never stops running it. "Newton," he says, falsely calm, stammering only slightly when Newton gropes at the length of his prick through his layers. "Newton, would you—would you be a dear, and eat my arse? Of course," he adds in a rush, "if it's too much trouble, don't—"

"Dude, of course," Newton says, smiling down so sweetly at Hermann that Hermann's heart twists in his chest. "No problem. I have the extra pillows in my closet, lemme get them." He slips to his feet, but hesitates. "Do you want to me finish—I mean, like, your shirt, and your pants, and—"

"I can do it," Hermann says.

Newton nods, and stumbles over to his closet to dig around for the spare pillows while Hermann makes fast work of his clothing. He finds himself strangely unwilling to part with his undershirt tonight. Not out of any lack of desire for Newton to see him naked, but rather out of a strange bashfulness at the idea of being fully on display for him. Which is really quite silly of Hermann. Newton has seen him naked countless times, both in his own bed and in the laboratory decontamination shower after some (Newton-induced) accident or another. It is only when Newton returns with the pillows that Hermann finally tosses the undershirt to the floor with the rest of his clothing. He's embarrassed to see his pink flush spreading down his bare chest, and hopes Newton does not notice it. What on Earth is wrong with him tonight? "You look hot," Newton says, sweeping his eyes up and down Hermann's body. He's still wearing his glasses. "Um. Pillows?"

"Yes," Hermann says.

Newton arranges the pillows in the way he and Hermann typically do when they engage in this particular activity, with enough support beneath Hermann's lower back, left hip, and left knee that he won't strain himself. As he parts Hermann's thighs and kneels between them, Hermann suddenly wishes that he was laying on his stomach instead. He does not want to watch Newton, nor does he want Newton to be able to watch him, for he feels twice as aroused and twice as overwhelmed tonight and he's sure neither will help that; the idea of falling apart under Newton's gaze is so tremendously mortifying that he almost asks Newton to turn him over. But then Newton is pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, and dragging his marvelous tongue across the sensitive skin there, behind Hermann's prick... "Oh, Newton," Hermann gasps, and Newton gently tucks Hermann's right leg over his shoulder, "oh, yes, Newton—"

He hides his whimpers behind his left hand as Newton licks and mouths at him hungrily, and fists his right hand in Newton's hair when Newton curls the tip of his tongue and begins to tease at him. "More," Hermann begs, breathless, pressing himself down on Newton's tongue to feel as much of it as he possibly can. His prick is stiff against his stomach. Newton laughs, and Hermann feels it vibrate within him. "Ah—more, please—"

"Uh-huh," Newton says. His glasses are fogging and crooked on his nose, and when he nods they slip down a centimeter. His tongue prods more insistently at Hermann, almost (but not quite) hard enough to breach into him, and Hermann bites down on his knuckles to contain another whimper. Newton hasn't even put a single bloody finger in him yet, and Hermann needs to calm himself down if he wishes to last until he does.

Then Newton sucks at him, moaning, and (his back arching, his eyelids fluttering) Hermann finds himself unable to hold off any longer. He squeezes his thighs on either side of Newton's head and cries out, "Newton—"

Newton swoops up to catch his release in his waiting mouth and swallows it all down. He presses a kiss to Hermann's inner thigh as Hermann trembles and shakes, and Hermann feels rather than hears him mumble something into his skin he can't quite make out. He follows it with another kiss, sweeter than the last, before crawling back up and dropping next to Hermann on the mattress. He watches Hermann catch his breath with soft eyes. "Please," Hermann says when he finds himself able. His voice is terrifically hoarse. "Let me—for you—" He gestures vaguely at the front of Newton's boxers and hopes Newton understands what he means.

But Newton shakes his head. "Nah," he says. "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. I know how lazy you get after you finish."

Hermann feels as if he ought to be affronted, but Newton says it with such obvious affection, and strokes his fingers through Hermann's sweat-damp hair so soothingly Hermann can do nothing but lean in to his touch happily. And Newton is not wrong, really. Hermann's eyelids are already beginning to droop. He imagines he'll be dozing any minute now. Newton winds an arm around his shoulders and draws him closer, and Hermann nearly shivers from the warmth his body exudes. "Thank you," Hermann murmurs. He's about to lay his head on Newton's shoulder and allow himself to doze when he realizes he ought to ask for permission first. Newton may still wish to go out to the mess hall and eat dinner, after all, and he may not want Hermann hanging around here. "Er—I don't suppose you would consider letting me sleep here? Only for tonight."

"Of course, dude," Newton says. "Not just tonight, any time you want. Seriously. I'm kinda—well, nevermind." He presses a kiss to Hermann's temple, and Hermann does not find out what he kind of is. "Happy birthday."

"Mm," Hermann says, shutting his eyes.

Newton strokes his hair until he falls asleep.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #not sfw /////#HAPPY BDAY HERMANNNNNN

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