#is it some really soft hurt/comfort though? yes.
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o em gee i was so happy to discover you and that you also wrote for alien stage! iâve loved all of ur works so for and i couldnât help but want to request something as well! would it be possible to request some hurt/comfort with till from alien stage? maybe you both got into a little fight or ur jealous abt something idk im not vv creative but feel free to skip this if you like! thank you for reading and have a great day <333
Jealousy + Till x Reader
Includes: Hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, eventual fluff don't worry,,, light angst , a few kisses , short
A/N: I'm so glad you were happy to discover me heehhee ^.^
If it was jealousy, you were used to it.
Still, you really couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous when Till spent time with other people â yes, you couldn't have him all to yourself all the time, so you had to share him with other people... Still, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
The way he expressed himself with other people was... different. He was different when he was with you and when he was with others. Did he not feel safe enough with you? Were you not good enough of a partner? Many questions filled your mind, most of which you guessed would remain unanswered as for now.
He also seemed... content to be with other people. What if he found someone else who was better than you? Someone who made him feel more loved than you could ever make him feel?
It hurt so much just to think about it.
Eventually, you had grown distant from him. This didn't go unnoticed by Till, though. He noticed the small changes in your demeanor, the way you wouldn't share as much about yourself as you used to do.
One day, while you two were lying in bed, he tried to place his hand on your shoulder, to which you just moved away slightly. He couldn't pretend as if things were alright anymore.
First, he called out your name. "Hey. I can tell somethin' is wrong. Do you wanna talk about it?" his voice seemed to be gentler than usual, if you were upset, he didn't want to make you feel worse than you probably already were.
You stayed silent for a while, and you felt a small knot form in your throat. Despite this, you decided to reply. "It's â well... you just seem so happy to be with others, and... I'm not sure if you will be happy with me," you continued. "I mean.. what if you find someone better?" Your voice slightly cracked.
Till himself was familiar with feelings of jealousy, but he was much more shy about them. That wasn't what he wanted to focus on right now, though. "Someone better?" he asked.
"I really don't want anyone else, I want you. I don't care for others, really," He positioned himself so you could maintain eye contact with him better. "I want you with all of your flaws and imperfections... All that sappy stuff, I want you with all of your qualities."
Your eyes were filled with tears soon enough, many of whom were spilled and had started to run down your face. He wanted you with all of your insecurities â he managed to see right through them, too.
"Hey, don't cry," He uttered out. He was quick to wrap his arms around you and softly kiss your tears away. "I love you, so be happy, okay?" He planted a soft kiss on your cheek.
You hadn't exactly had someone care this much about you... most people wouldn't care to reassure or comfort you, but Till was different.
"One day, it'll just be two of us. You can ignore all the pricks who ever tried to take my attention away from you." He smiled softly at you, something which was an unfamiliar sight for others to see.
As he softly held you in his arms, you knew you'd be safe with him. He wasn't going to find someone better or leave you anytime soon. At least, that's what you wanted to tell yourself.
He softly whispered small words of reassurance into your ear, then pressed his lips against your own.
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~crawls out of my mud hole like a bunyip~ Delicious⊠food⊠Albus meta...
This is a cool comparison to make - because so much is the same, as OP said. + Albus is trying to keep them on his side. + Harry and Severus have both lost someone dear to them and are going through emotional breakdowns. + They both blame themselves for their losses and both wish for non-existence. + Albus stays carefully controlled while they rage and mourn. + He references 'The Best Of' Severus and Harrys 'Greatest Strength' as being the fact they care deeply.
But I think, with all those similarities... We can distinctly see how these two situations differ.
(Small thing: I don't think Albus suspected Tom was immortal until at LEAST scar-baby with no Voldy-coprse, so it hadn't been kept from Severus. But whatever.)
Make no mistake: Albus is a COLD man. Just about frozen over. + Partially intentional - a lifetime of keeping people away, not trusting anyone with his vulnerabilities. + Partially just⊠he's always been like that. An outcast, out of step with the rest of the world.
In that section with Severus: His high heel boot is pressing down on Snape's neck. + He explains the situation in short, harsh sentences. + He cuts Snape off. + Offers one way forward with absolutely no comfort, no time to breathe, no understanding or sympathy. + He meets his anguish with harsh, mocking cruelty. + The pace is fast, bouncing between them, barely any descriptive words for Albus' speech other than 'coldly' and 'sighed'.
The only softness, the only 'warmth', is in him saying: âMy word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?â Even that is manipulative: Agreeing to be obedient is 'the best' of him. It's a joke, really, to call him lifting his boot from choking Severus 'warmth'...
Adding this from a little before - 'coz it's DELICIOUSLY savage:
âI thought⊠you were going⊠to keep her⊠safeâŠâ âShe and James put their faith in the wrong person,â said Dumbledore. âRather like you, Severus. Werenât you hoping that Lord Voldemort would spare her?â Snapeâs breathing was shallow.
...Severus dares to suggest ANY of this guilt sits with Albus and gets his head bitten off for it. Albus shirks responsibility off his own shoulders, slides it onto Severus' by comparing him directly to the betrayer - and then slaps him in the face for being such a moron, hoping Voldemort of all people would do as he asked. Whoever betrayed Lily (Sirius) is nothing compared to him and his foolish folly.
It is VICIOUS how Albus stomps guilt down his throat.
⊠... ...
For Harry's section, He is bellowing in anguish too. (More violently but that's not important.) Albus has locked him in his office. He is railroading Harry, giving him one way forward: listen to what he has to say. Be obedient.
But the way he goes about this is so utterly different: (I'm including things omitted from the above point for its brevity - same chapter.)
âI DONâT CARE!â Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. âIâVE HAD ENOUGH, IâVE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DONâT CARE ANY MORE -â He seized the table on which the silver instrument had stood and threw that, too. It broke apart on the floor and the legs rolled in different directions. âYou do care,â said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. âYou care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.â âI - DONâT!â Harry screamed, so loudly that he felt his throat might tear, and for a second he wanted to rush at Dumbledore and break him, too; shatter that calm old face, shake him, hurt him, make him feel some tiny part of the horror inside himself. âOh, yes, you do,â said Dumbledore, still more calmly. âYou have now lost your mother, your father, and the closest thing to a parent you have ever known. Of course you care.â âYOU DONâT KNOW HOW I FEEL!â Harry roared. âYOU- STANDING THERE- YOU-â But words were no longer enough, smashing things was no more help; he wanted to run, he wanted to keep running and never look back, he wanted to be somewhere he could not see the clear blue eyes staring at him, that hatefully calm old face. He ran to the door, seized the doorknob again and wrenched at it. But the door would not open. Harry turned back to Dumbledore. âLet me out,â he said. He was shaking from head to foot. âNo,â said Dumbledore simply. For a few seconds they stared at each other. âLet me out,â Harry said again. âNo,â Dumbledore repeated. âIf you donât - if you keep me in here - if you donât let me -â âBy all means continue destroying my possessions,â said Dumbledore serenely. âI daresay I have too many.â He walked around his desk and sat down behind it, watching Harry. âLet me out,â Harry said yet again, in a voice that was cold and almost as calm as Dumbledoreâs. âNot until I have had my say,â said Dumbledore.
Albus is unflinching, detached. Harry hates how calm he is, he wants to break how calm he is, make him openly feel something for once. Albus is infuriatingly serene, saying things simply, sitting down⊠encouraging Harry's outburst of emotion. It is Harry that speaks coldly this time - forcing his anguish to be calm and savage rather than hot and roaring.
That is already hugely different from when he spoke to Severus - where he cut him off and mocked him. 'Is this remorse? What use is that to anyone?'
Rather than telling Harry his pain is useless he sympathizes. Deeply. With intricate detail: He knows how it feels to lose your father, mother and close family: It is 'as if you will bleed to death with the pain'. He could have brought up his own experiences up - to try and prove that he does know, that he and Harry are the same in this. But he doesn't. What use would his remorse be? To try and gain sympathy, a defense of himself, at this moment of horror would be grotesquely selfish. He isn't here to defend himself.
âDo you - do you think I want to - do you think I give a - I DONâT CARE WHAT YOUâVE GOT TO SAY!â Harry roared. âI donât want to hear anything youâve got to say!â âYou will,â said Dumbledore steadily. âBecause you are not nearly as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it.â âWhat are you talking -?â âIt is my fault that Sirius died,â said Dumbledore clearly. âOr should I say, almost entirely my fault - I will not be so arrogant as to claim responsibility for the whole. Sirius was a brave, clever and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger. Nevertheless, you should never have believed for an instant that there was any necessity for you to go to the Department of Mysteries tonight. If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have been, you would have known a long time ago that Voldemort might try and lure you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked into going there tonight. And Sirius would not have had to come after you. That blame lies with me, and with me alone.â Harry was still standing with his hand on the doorknob but was unaware of it. He was gazing at Dumbledore, hardly breathing, listening yet barely understanding what he was hearing. âPlease sit down,â said Dumbledore. It was not an order, it was a request.
With Severus - Albus took any guilt off his own shoulders and saddled Severus with it. Used it to pressure him. He does the EXACT opposite here. Everything is put on his own shoulders and the little bit that isn't he frames as a compliment to Sirius' character - not a failing.
+ He guilt-tripped and demanded Severus pay his debt to Lily. He gave him no choice. Severus' obedience would be his best quality. + He requests Harry to sit down and listen while he gives him the truth. Explains his own guilt. Not for sympathy, but because Harry is owed the truth. 'If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have beenâŠ'
Albus is not an open man. he is secretive, distant, cold. But he isn't doing that here. For pages and pages he answers Harry's questions in such detail... I doubt he has told anyone else such a complete account. He likes to keep the whole picture to himself having been bitten by betrayals before⊠But he tells Harry so much. He answers his yelled, spat and snarled questions calmly - never once 'coldly'.
âŠAnd it gets to him. It cracks his calm, unflinching persona. A man who does things 'for the greater good', keeping himself detached from wild emotions to stand steady, act with cold logic:
Dumbledore closed his eyes and buried his face in his long-fingered hands. Harry watched him, but this uncharacteristic sign of exhaustion, or sadness, or whatever it was from Dumbledore, did not soften him. On the contrary, he felt even angrier that Dumbledore was showing signs of weakness. He had no business being weak when Harry wanted to rage and storm at him. Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. âIt is time,â he said, âfor me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything. I ask only a little patience. You will have your chance to rage at me - to do whatever you like - when I have finished. I will not stop you.â [...] âYet there was a flaw in this wonderful plan of mine,â said Dumbledore. âAn obvious flaw that I knew, even then, might be the undoing of it all. And yet, knowing how important it was that my plan should succeed, I told myself that I would not permit this flaw to ruin it. I alone could prevent this, so I alone must be strong. And here was my first test, as you lay in the hospital wing, weak from your struggle with Voldemort.â [âŠ] âDo you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid.â âI donât -â âI cared about you too much,â said Dumbledore simply. âI cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act. [âŠ] Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledoreâs face into his long silver beard.
...It is all so out of character for Albus to speak like this. To spend pages not just explaining events and other peoples perspectives - but his own personal thought processes, his own emotions, his own failings and his own plans.
Maybe it's all a manipulative act. He's leaking crocodile tears with big puppy eyes to win Harry's favor, giving him what he wants - knowledge and support - to lure him back to obedience... But that is the exact opposite to how we normally see him manipulate people.
+ Twinkling eyes and small smiles, light silly humor + Mixing making himself seem impressive with self-effacing. + Staying calm and unaffected, as if lightly humored. + Gently pointing people in the direction he wants them to think rather than giving answers outright, risking leaking how he feels and what he knows. (as even seen in the very first chapter of the first book). + A judging use of "So you would even feel X�", bringing up the concept of 'X' as if he may disagree - but leaving himself free to swing positive or negative, or stay vague. When tensions get higher: + His calm freezing over, becoming cold. + Speech snappy and harsh, insulting and belittling. + Dominating demands, controlling the conversation. + Never revealing more information than is strictly necessary. + Withholding information, even when cruel to do so. + Acting innocent while twisting events to favor him.
He isn't doing ANY of that in this chapter with Harry. And when he does almost, just a little, like the multiple probings of 'do you see now where my plan failed�' - trying to avoid having to rip himself open and admit his feelings⊠he does so anyway. Not vague, not tip-toeing: he bites the bullet. He stays calm, yes - but is not unaffected. He cries. He shows weakness Harry has never seen before.
It's not just a one-and-done moment either - from this point on he includes Harry in so much of HBP. He takes him from the Dursleys mere days into Summer (after Harry tells him off here for keeping him 'trapped' like Sirius) and gets his aid in things he tells nobody else about (after saying here how he should have been including him more, like Harry wanted, rather than pushing him away for 'his own safety' when he will be in danger no matter what.) Albus heeds Harry's pain and works to do better. He changes.
He is not as cold and manipulative here as he was to Snape.
Dumbledore's Manipulations: Part 6(?)
I just reread the scene in Deathly Hallows of Dumbledore and Snape on Snape's memories after Lily died, and that entire scene reminded me of the scene at the end of book 5. After Sirius died and Harry was having his breakdown.
Snape breaking down in front of Dumbledore after Lily dies:
âHer son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evansâs eyes, I am sure?â âDONâT!â bellowed Snape. âGone. . . dead. . . â âIs this remorse, Severus?â âI wish. . . I wish I were dead. . . â âAnd what use would that be to anyone?â said Dumbledore coldly. âIf you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear.â Snape seemed to peer through a haze of pain, and Dumbledoreâs words appeared to take a long time to reach him. âWhatâwhat do you mean?â âYou know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lilyâs son.â âHe does not need protection. The Dark Lord has goneââ âThe Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be in terrible danger when he does.â There was a long pause, and slowly Snape regained control of himself, mastered his own breathing. At last, he said, âVery well. Very well. But neverânever tell, Dumbledore! This must be between us! Swear it! I cannot bear. . . especially Potterâs son. . . I want your word!â âMy word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?â Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snapeâs ferocious, anguished face. âIf you insist. . . â
(DH, 573)
Harry breaking down in front of Dumbledore after Sirius dies:
âThere is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry,â said Dumbledoreâs voice. âOn the contrary . . . the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.â Harry felt the white-hot anger lick his insides, blazing in the terrible emptiness, filling him with the desire to hurt Dumbledore for his calmness and his empty words. âMy greatest strength, is it?â said Harry, his voice shaking as he stared out at the Quidditch stadium, no longer seeing it. âYou havenât got a clue. . . . You donât know . . .â âWhat donât I know?â asked Dumbledore calmly. It was too much. Harry turned around, shaking with rage. âI donât want to talk about how I feel, all right?â âHarry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human ââ âTHEN â I â DONâT â WANT â TO â BE â HUMAN!â [...] âLet me out,â Harry said yet again, in a voice that was cold and almost as calm as Dumbledoreâs. âNot until I have had my say,â said Dumbledore. [...] âIt meant,â said Dumbledore, âthat the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times.â Harry felt as though something was closing in upon him. His breathing seemed difficult again. âIt means â me?â [...] âI am afraid,â said Dumbledore slowly, looking as though every word cost him a great effort, âthat there is no doubt that it is you.â
(OotP, 823)
I just, found these two scenes awfully similar in tone when reading the one in Deathly Hallows last night.
In both Snape/Harry are in emotional turmoil after the most important person to them dies. Both feel like dying (Snape: "I wish I were dead", Hary: "then I don't want to be human"). Both shout at Dumbledore when he speaks all too calmly of things they don't want/need to hear at that moment.
And Dumbledore speaks calmly and coldly to both of them, revealing information he hid from them both (to Snape he tells about Voldemort's immortality, to Harry he tells about the Prophecy) before guilting them through their grief into what he needs them to do.
Now, I'm not exactly blaming him, because, from his position, he needs Snape as a spy and he needs Harry to be willing to do anything to kill Voldemort â to take Voldemort as his responsibility. Dumbledore needs these things to happen to have the best chance of completing his plan to defeat Voldemort.
I just, can't help but note how cold it is. How cold and manipulative Dumbledore can be when he feels he needs to be. Even as he explains his care for Harry as a flaw in his plan, he speaks calmly and simply. And he is right caring about Harry is a flaw, because he always planned for Harry to die. He knew since he saw the scar on Harry's forehead:
âI guessed, fifteen years ago,â said Dumbledore, âwhen I saw the scar upon your forehead, what it might mean. I guessed that it might be the sign of a connection forged between you and Voldemort.â
(OotP, 826)
And even if I think Dumbledore is honest in that he'd rather Harry wouldn't die, I don't think he cares for him as much as he says he does. In the same way, he's very cold towards Snape even years later when he tells him Harry must die. (I don't think Snape and Dumbledore are actually friends)
Idk, I just read the scene in DH with Snape and it really reminded me of the scene with Harry at the end of OotP.
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For the dialogue prompt, how about âWhat happened doesnât change anythingâ for either Steddie or Newmann?
Thank you!
Hello hello hello I finally have something for you! I chose Steddie for this one, since I was on a roll. I hope this suits!
[post-S2 Steddie AU; CW: Outing, transphobia, some internalized transphobia; soft ending guaranteed, though]
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When he sees Hagan meandering over towards them in the parking lot after school, his queen bee tagalong, Perkins, in tow, Eddie knows nothing good is going to follow. The way he feels Steve shift beside him says that he suspects much the same. The rest of the Hellfire guys, all gathered around Eddieâs van, talking and joking before heading home, have fallen silent.
Itâs a small consolation that Hagan isnât trailing Hargrove; since putting Steve in the hospital (briefly, Steve always interjects) last November, Hargrove has mostly given himâand the members of the Hellfire Club, once Steve had been taken into their foldâa fairly wide berth. Hagan, however, has had no compunctions about hassling Steve whenever he gets a bug up his ass about something, and heâs only become nastier since he started toadying for Hargrove.
So Eddie expects trouble, but he hadnât expectedâ
Hagan starts small, crowing about how Steve has finally found his rightful place: among the freaks. Steve doesnât give anything away, no displeasure, no anger, just bored indifference â the same mask heâs always hidden behind (the one Eddie had learned pretty quickly to see past, once he knew what to look for). But Hagan pushes.
âI guess the freaks already have a king,â Hagan snipes, cutting a glance at Eddie, âbut Iâm sure he needs a lady to rule by his side, right, Stevie?â
It seems like an unoriginal sort of digâcalling Steve a girl, how creativeâexcept Steve goes pale. The mask slips, showing wide and frightened eyes for just a moment, but for Hagan, whoâs known Steve for years, itâs long enough. He knows heâs hit something good.
âDo all your new little friends know, Stevie-boy? What makes you fit right in with them?â Hagan glances around the group, apparently enjoying the fact that if looks could kill, heâd be dead four times over. Then he leans in and practically spits at Steve, âDo they know that they got into your pants, youâd be less of a King Steve and more of a Queen Stacy?â
And that does it â shatters Steveâs mask so thoroughly that he actually takes a step back, staring at Hagan with a kind of disbelieving betrayal frozen on his face.
The full meaning of the words hits Eddie about three seconds before Hagan hits the side of the van, one of Eddieâs hands fisted in the front of his t-shirt and the other held firm at the base of his throat â not hurting, exactly, but heavily implying that he could.
Eddie doesnât even have to reach for one of the many theatrical voices he uses to rile people up or cow them into submission; heâs so thoroughly taken by a type of rage he hasnât let himself give into in a long time that his tone comes out perfectly threatening all on its own.
âIf you ever repeat what you just said to another person, I will find out, and I will make your life a living hell,â he hisses.
Somewhere behind him, someoneâit might be Jeff, though Eddie isnât sureâclears their throat, and when Eddie tosses a glance over his shoulder, he finds the rest of Hellfire standing firm at his back (even tiny underclassman Gareth, with his arms crossed and the meanest look on his face the poor kid can muster).
âAh, my apologies,â Eddie says as he faces front again, flashing a manic little grin, âwe will find out. And weâll ruin your life, Hagan. Same goes for your girlfriend.â
Perkins, who had been standing off to the side as the snickering peanut gallery right up until Eddie had pinned Hagan to the side of the van, makes a choked noise of offense that goes entirely ignored.
âTell me you understand, Tommy-boy.â Eddie punctuates the command with a flex of his fingers near Haganâs throat, until Hagan reluctantly nods, and Eddie releases him. âGlad weâre in agreement.â
Hagan and Perkins hightail it the other side of the parking lot, leaving them be with nothing more than a nasty look from Perkins, but no one is much in the mood to chat after that. No one really knows what to say â except Steve, who offers a quiet thanks to the rest of the guys and, having caught a ride in with Eddie that morning, then asks to be taken home.
Even with the radio playing quietly as Eddie drives, the atmosphere in the van feels silent and stifling.
Asking Steve if heâs alright feels like kind of a ridiculous move. Eddie wouldnât be alright if he was in Steveâs position â hell, Eddieâs not alright. Heâs pissed. But from the way Steve is sitting rigidly in the passenger seat, staring out the window like Eddie is driving him to his execution, Eddieâs angerâeven on his behalfâisnât what he needs right now.
Slowly, Eddie forces himself to let it go (for now, at least for now) and follow the familiar roads home.
It feels perfectly natural to simply head back to his place, where theyâd been planning to go before that shitshow of a confrontation, though the surprise on Steveâs face when they pull up to the trailer says that heâd thought otherwise.
âYou couldâve just taken me back to my house. I wouldnâtâ Iâd get it,â he says, and Eddie frowns at him.
âDid you want to go back to your house? We can hang out there if you want, I just figuredâŠâ Eddie tilts his head regarding him carefully. âYou seem more comfortable here.â
Steve stares at him for a long moment, blank and uncertain, before he breaks back into motion with a shrug. âOkay,â he says, moving to get out of the van.
They head inside and nod a quick hello to Wayne, who looks like heâs just woken up in preparation for his shift, and then they go straight back to Eddieâs room. Eddieâs bag goes on the desk, but Steveâs goes by the door. Eddie sits down on the bed (admittedly one of the few places to sit, but also an invitation for Steve to come sit next to him) but Steve â Steve hesitates before leaning up against the wall, by the door with his bag, arms crossed and gaze cast towards the floor.
He looks ready to run at any moment, and Eddie sighs. This thing between them is new â so new that theyâve been afraid to put a label to it, dancing around each other uncertainly for months before sharing their first kiss barely a month ago. Theyâve spent almost every available moment since with their hands on each other in some way or another, though Steve has been a bit skittish about moving past making out (Eddie had thought that maybe it was the unfamiliarity of being with another guy, but he thinks he might have a better understanding of the picture now).
Eddie doesnât want to break things by pushing too hard, but somehow, he thinks leaving it unaddressed would be worse.
âLook, we donât have to talk about it,â he says, watching Steve, though Steve still isnât looking back, âbut if you want toâŠâ
Steve shrugs. âI wasnât hiding it from you,â he says, finally glancing up at Eddie. âI mean, I was, but notâ I was going to tell you.â
âYou donât owe me any kind of explanation,â Eddie says.
âYou wouldâve found out eventually, either way.â Steve lets out a sound that suggests he may have been trying to laugh. âBut it was â I shouldâve been the one to tell you. That was â that was mine to tell.â
A little bit of Eddie breaks as Steveâs voice does. Heâs almost vibrating with the desire to hold and to reassure, to go over to where Steve is standing, still propped against the wall, practically curling in on himself (trying to make himself smaller), but heâs not sure how well it would be received. He tries words, instead.
âSteve, Iâm so sorryââ
âThat was the one thing,â Steve snaps, anger tearing across his tone, âthe one thing Tommy would never touch, the one thing that was off limits, even he knewâ and he justââ As quickly as it had come, the anger goes, taking Steveâs energy with it. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes and lets his hands slide down to cover his face; when he speaks again, he sounds small. âI wasnât ready.â
Eddie couldnât keep himself from crossing the room if heâd tried â though isnât trying, after that. Heâs up off the bed and into Steveâs space before heâs even realized, and itâs probably only his proximity that allows him to hear what Steve says next.
âIâm not ready for things to change between us.â
âSteve,â Eddie says, low and careful, âwhat happened doesnât change anything.â
Steve pulls his hands away from his face with a derisive little huff of a laugh. His cheeks are red and his eyes are bright; heâs not crying, but it looks like a near thing.
âItâs â like, I get it. Youâre fully into guys, and IâmâŠâ He waves his hands down at himself, sharp and frustrated. âMost people wouldnât call me a real guy, if they knew.â
âSince when am I most people?â Eddie asks. âYou say youâre a guy, youâre a real guy, fucking end of. Anyone who thinks otherwise can fuck off.â
Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes, clearly trying to hold back a much more emotional reaction, and Eddie chances resting his hands on Steveâs shoulders. Steve doesnât move away, even eases a little into the touch when Eddie starts circling his thumbs at the skin right where his shirt collar ends.
âYou donât have to believe me right now,â Eddie says softly. âBut I like you, Steve. I like you, andIâm gonna stick around and prove it to you.â
Something about the declaration makes Steveâs eyes snap right to Eddieâs, searching, anxious and cautiously hopeful, and Eddie lets him look. Whatever heâs after, maybe he finds it, because he uncurls from himself a little after that, just enough to lean in for a hesitant kiss that becomes much more certain when Eddie himself doesnât hold back.
Eddie pulls Steve back over to the bed after that, poking and prodding him around until theyâre both settled, Eddieâs back to the pillows and Steveâs back to Eddieâs chest (Steveâs never said as much, but Eddieâs gathered that this is one of his favorite positions to cuddle in; he doubts if Steveâs spent much time being the little spoon).
âTell me something else,â Eddie says, once heâs got his arms wrapped securely around Steveâs waist.
âWhat?â Steve asks.
âTell me something that you want me to know.â Eddie leans forward to press a kiss to Steveâs temple. âAnything.â
For a moment, Steve is quiet, thinking as he traces absent patterns over Eddieâs forearms. âI could tell you why I picked Steve,â he says finally.
âIf you want to, Iâd love to hear it,â Eddie says.
âIt wasnât because it was sort of close to my⊠old name. That was actually kind of a coincidence.â Steve lets his head fall back against Eddieâs shoulder, the tension thatâs been wound through him for the last hour finally starting to ease. âSteven was my grandadâs name.â
âYeah?â Eddie prompts softly.
âYeah. My momâs dad. I used to spend a lot of time over at his house when I was a kid. Before he died. I kind of got the feeling he liked me more than my parents did.â Eddie gives Steve a squeeze around the middle. âBut he used to tell me all these stories about fighting in World War II. Probably not very age-appropriate, now that I think about it, but at the time I really ate it up.
âHe didnât really, like⊠glorify it, I donât think? He just kind of told me what happened, good or bad, and whatever the story was, I always thought he sounded, yâknow â strong and brave. And when I wanted to pick a new nameâŠâ Steve shrugs against Eddie. âI kind of hoped he wouldnât mind sharing his with me.â
âBet heâd be honored,â Eddie says, giving Steve another little squeeze.
âSome days Iâm not so sure,â Steve says quietly.
âWell I am. Iâll just have to stick around and prove that to you, too,â Eddie says decisively.
Briefly, Steveâs hands tighten where they rest on Eddieâs arms. âI like the sound of that,â he says, and Eddie turns so he can press another kiss to the side of Steveâs head.
âGood,â he says. âMe too.â
#221expressions#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#transmasc steve harrington#stranger things#does this make a whole lot of sense? probably not!#is it some really soft hurt/comfort though? yes.#tw outing#tw transphobia#solar wrote#answers from solar#this is the last fic for this round of prompts but I'll have a few more soon I hope?
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The bitties must cuddle. ""Birdtritch"" Part 5
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âNightwing!â Tim shouted, leaning forward on his perch.
Nothing.
Then a black and blue stripped hand poked out of the green feathers in a thumbs up. âIâm okay!â
âJesus fucking Christ, Nightwing,â Hood grumbled as he stalked forward. âHey bird brain! Let go of my brother.â
âAww, he called me brother,â Nightwing cooed over the line.
ââŠmaybe you can keep him after all,â Hood said to the bird thing that had leaned down to peer at him.
The green glint of the bird thingâs eyes reflected off of Hoodâs helmet. Then it blinked and in that moment dozens of abstracted cyan eyes blinked into existence around Hood.
Hood reached out to poke at one with the muzzle of his gun. It went right through the âeyeâ. âWhat the fuckâŠ?â
The bird thing trilled back at Hood.
Tim tapped his comm to open the all channels line. âUm, so, we have⊠an eldritch bird creature that has been exposed to cuddle pollen. Itâs is already cuddling Nightwing and⊠yep, yeah, now it has Red Hood. Donât shoot it, Hood! Itâs friendly!â
âItâs a fucking menace!â
âA bird?â Robinâs voice piped up.
âDonât get too excited, baby bat, eldritch bird. Itâs the size of an SUV and has too many arms. And eyes. Sorta eyes? And yep, there goes Hood, absorbed by the fluff. Oh great, itâs looking at me now.â
âAvoid the entity, Red Robin,â Batman said across the comms, tone clipped and worried.
âSorta hard to do, big B. It has a lot of legs right now and all eyes on me. There so many eyes.â
âAvoid the entity!â Batman barked again.
Yeah, like that was going to go well.
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âFather! Make this creature unhand me at once!â Robin shouted.
âCalm the fuck down, itâs not hurting us,â Red Hood grumbled. âNot that itâs letting us goâŠâ
âActually pretty comfortable,â Red Robin said in a voice tinged with the edges of sleep. Bruce couldnât even see a part of Red Robin in the mess of feathers.
Bruce just sighed and pinched his nose. âBoys.â
âDid you just âboysâ us?â Nightwing asked, though he sounded like he was enjoying the whole circumstance.
âYes. Black Bat isnât involved in this at all,â Bruce said. âSo, boys.â
Black Batâs soft laugh over the line was mostly drowned out by the warble that the bird entity made. Bruce absently started comparing the creature to the types of birds that roosted in Gotham as the surprisingly long neck unfolded and reached out towards him.
He regarded the bird entity steadily.
It warbled again, tilted its head, and then started preening the ears of the cowl.
Bruce sighed heavily.
âLikes you.â Cassâ lyrical words came over the line. Bruce knew that tone. She was taking pictures for blackmail.
(And everyone said girls were easier.)
âI really donât think itâs going to let us go, B. It might not even be able to with the cuddle pollen,â Nightwing said. Bruce could see the blue tips of the boots now but nothing else.
Bruce hummed. âGotham doesnât have the facilities to humanely keep such a creature.â
Robin hit the ground in a crouch and started forward. âFatherââ
The bird entity reached out again for Robin with one of its too many limbs. Robin parried with his sheathed blade. The coo that the entity made in response was heart wrenching. Almost instantly Robin deflated at the sound.
He crossed his arms and looked away with a huff. âFine.â
With a much happier sound, Robin was grabbed carefully around the waist and placed on the bird entityâs back, right behind its next.
âGet off,â Red Robin grumbled from wherever he was in the mass of plumage. Some shifting along the back feathers followed the sleepy words. Then a yawn. âThe Cave is the only choice.â
âYou canât be serious,â Red Hood said.
(Bruce thought Red Hood might be clasped firmly under a wing.)
Red Robin yawned again. âLarge, secure, safe for usâŠâ
âYeah, and how the fuck do we get this thing to the Cave?â Red Hood snapped back.
After a considering silence, Black Bat pipped up with that same mischievous lilt. âIdea.â
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ౚৠonly you, my girl, only you, babe
ౚৠđœđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ â jealous!anakin x fem!reader
ౚৠđđđșđșđźđżđ â you can't leave anakin, you just can't, he won't survive it
ౚৠđđŒđżđ± đ°đŒđđ»đ â 1k
ౚৠđđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ â swearing, jealous!ani, arguing, crying, using sex as a means to make up, smut ( dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, mentions of oral f receiving ) think thatâs all !
ౚৠđ”đŒđœđČ đđœđČđźđžđ ! â he's so whiny, i want him
part two part three masterlist
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"baby, please, just tell me what you were doing talking to him," anakin pleaded, his face tight with tension as he followed you though your shared apartment.
"ani, he's my friend i've known him since uni," you groaned, entering your bedroom, "we literally lived together for three years why are you being like this?" you questioned, turning to face him with narrowed eyes, watching as anakin's face dropped, he pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses sliding down as he pouted at you.
âi saw how he looked at you, how he hugged youâŠâ he said and you shook your head, frustration welling in your chest as you watched anakinâs hands twitch, lips trembling.
âoh my god, anakin, he literally just hugged me, we are good friends you are being ridiculous,â you told him, turning around and walking over to your wardrobe, pulling out some more comfortable clothes to wear around the house, you loved anakin with every fiber of your being, but you couldnât help but feel trapped when he got like this, so possessive and needy, acting as though everyone in the world was against him.
âbaby, you know iâm not mad at you,â anakin began but you span around, eyes hard and voice like ice as you spoke to him.
âyouâre not?â you spat, âoh, you arenât mad at me for absolutely nothing? well thank you, anakin, i really fucking appreciate it,â anakinâs eyes went glassy, sniffling wetly, gaze falling to his feet.
âbaby, iâm sorry,â anakin whimpered, tears rolling down his golden cheeks, âplease donât be mad at me,â he begged but you simply ignored him, you felt bad, you always did when anakin cried, he was such a sensitive soul, so desperate for approval, for your love, he had never felt like enough, never felt that he deserved you and it made your heartache but you couldn't keep feeding into his jealousy.
you went about doing what you were doing, tugging your shirt off and replacing it with a soft t-shirt, an old one you had, had since you were a teenager belonging to your father, before tugging down your skirt and slipping on a pair of shorts, the motions were soothing to you as you listened to anakin cry, something to distract yourself.
âbaby,â anakin whined, âdonât ignore me, please, please, talk to me,â he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burning his wet face into your neck, âi love you, i love you so much, please donât ignore me,â you sighed, relaxing slightly in his hold. âbaby?â he whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the side of your neck, paying extra attention to your sweet spot just bellow your jaw.
âani,â you said gently, âyou canât keep doing this,â you scolded lightly, heart clenching when anakin sniffled, clinging to you tighter, arms a secure weight around your hips.
âi know, baby, iâm so so sorry, i donât wanna hurt you, please, just donât leave me,â he begged and you could feel his cock hardening against your back as he began to grind on you, short little thrusts that brought a swell of heat into your stomach.
âani,â you sighed, âiâm not gonna leave you, angel, you just need to stop getting so upset every time i talk to another guy, i only want you,â you told him and anakin melted.
âyea?â he asked you, beginning to grind against you harder, little gasps falling from his lips, âonly me?â he whispered.
âyes, ani, you i promise,â you said, a small groan escaping you when anakin pressed himself harder against you, cock brushing against your clothed cunt, âfuck, ani,â
âam i making you feel good, baby? tell me, baby, do you like it?â he asked, rutting harder against you, exhaling harshly against the back of your neck, he was still whimpering, tears flooding down his cheeks as he pleaded with you.
âyes, so good, ani,â you promised him as he began to tug at your shorts with needy hands, pulling them down along with your panties exposing you cunt to the cold air, you shuddered but it wasnât long before anakin was sinking his fingers into your sopping heat, opening you up for him. you hissed at the sensation, cocking your hips back against him.
âiâm the only one that can make you feel like this,â anakin said, âonly me, promise me,â he begged, thrusting his fingers harsher, and you moaned at the stimulation tilting you head back to rest on anakinâs shoulder.
âi promise, angel, only you can make me feel this good,â you stammered out and anakin sobbed, you heard him shuffling behind you, pulling his cock free from his jeans, he hardly gave you a second to think before he was tugging his fingers from your pussy and replacing them with his cock, he didnât give you time to adjust, thrusting into you harshly, groaning at the feeling of your cunt cleanching around his throbbing cock.
âbaby, oh fuck, feel so good wrapped around me,â anakin told you, gently pressing at your back so that you were bent over, one hand secured around your waist holding you in place while the other was holding you down, you hissed at the new position, the angle allowing anakin to sink deeper into you, cock head brushing against your cervix.
âfuck, ani, just like that,â you praised and anakinâs hips jolted, âdoing so good for me, just like that,â you said, eyes fluttering shut as anakin continued to fuck into you with needy whines, chasing his relief as well as yours, one of your hands fell to your clit, swirling your index finger around the bundle of nerves in a figure eight pattern, you knew anakin wouldnât last long when he was worked up like this this and it would break him if you didnât cum, last time that had happened he had eaten you out until you were sobbing, tears streaming down your cheeks and hips shaking with overstimulation.
âfuck, baby, so wet,â anakin said, âgod, this pussy was made for me, we fit so good together,â anakin told you, âno one else could get your pussy this wet, make you feel so good,â his words were becoming mindless blabber as he drew closer to his orgasm, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, âmine, all mine,â he said, and you nodded along, mind becoming fuzzy from pleasure.
âyours, ani, all yourâs,â you promised, cunt cleanching as you drew closer, the sensation of anakin pumping deep inside if you and the stimulation on your clit enough to send you over the edge.
âyes, yes, fuck, never leave me, never ever, never,â anakin commanded though his voice was squeaky, high pitched as you felt his hips stutter, âiâm gonna cum,â he cried out.
âthatâs it, come for me, ani, wanna feel you cum, angel, fill me up,â you told him breathily, thrusting you hips back to meet him and anakin was gone, his thrusts were erratic before he spilled into your pussy, filling you up with his seed. you moaned, the feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides enough to send you spiralling, a scream falling from your lips as you clenched around anakinâs cock, milking him of every last drop before going lax in his hold.
âi love you,â anakin whispered, âi love you so much,â
âi love you too, ani,â you replied, letting him tug you towards the bed, collapsing down together in a mess of limbs.
âdonât ever leave me, okay?â anakin said, and you nodded.
ânever, iâm yours,â you promised.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
i kinda hate this but i wanted to write some whiny ani so hope you enjoyed !
tags: @johnbassplayercutie
#anakin skywalker#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker x reader#hopes fics !#anakin skywalker fanfiction#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x you#star wars#star wars fanfiction#anakin#anakin modern au#anakin smut#anakin x reader#anakin x you#darth vader x reader#star wars anakin
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Iâm not quite sure if this is too explicit so if it is please feel free to decline, but I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader who has a past with sexual assault so is kind of iffy and stand offish about sexual inter course? Again, all good if you canât because it is a touchy subject ! I hope youâre having a lovely day/night !! (p.s. I love your writing so much :3)
Thank you gorgeous, love you <3
cw: trauma response, mention of past sexual assault
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Sometimes you can feel left out. Of the easy way the boys touch each other, the knowingness they have of the otherâs bodies, the in-jokes about intimate aspects of their relationship that arenât secret from you but youâre not a part of. And you know in your bones, in that thrumming, impossible-to-ignore beat inside your ribcage, that youâre not ready to be a part of them, but it still hurts to have something about your boys thatâs separate from you. Some part of them you canât access, and itâs only because you wonât allow them access to you in return.Â
And sometimes, like now, things go astonishingly well. Sometimes you can let them touch you while feeling nothing but the pleasant warmth of love and lust brewing like a potion in your core. Sometimes you can let yourself tug Sirius closer as he kisses you, can swallow the soft sounds he makes into your mouth without your mind taking you anywhere other than this bed, this boy.Â
Sometimes you can get so lost in them it feels like the fear canât find you.Â
âOkay?â Sirius breathes, setting a tentative hand on the small of your back. He tastes like coca cola, and his lips are a manifestation of every soft and earnest part of him he never shows. âThis okay, sweetness?âÂ
You nod fervently, trying very hard not to think as you tunnel your fingers into the featherdown silkiness of the hair behind his ear.Â
âYeah?â Youâre growing quite sick of all his talking, persistent in your kisses even when Sirius breaks them. His mouth curves against yours, sensing this, and his hand settles more comfortably into the curve of your spine. âAlright, youâre in charge. Just let me know if anythingâs too much.âÂ
You make a muffled sound of acknowledgement. Truly, logically, you feel safe with Sirius, the same as you would with Remus or James. It was his idea that you be on top, after Remus figured out that you feel most comfortable when you donât feel trapped, after James was the one to initiate the conversation on how they can make you feel good while respecting your (admittedly, nebulous and often fickle) boundaries. You havenât worked up the courage to do anything beyond kissing, and none of them have pushed you. Really, youâve been the one doing the pushing, wanting more and more from the kissing until itâs turned into this, you and Sirius hiding from dishwashing duty with you on top of him and sucking his face like a dementor.
You grind your hips down into his, and Siriusâ chuckle rumbles through the both of you as he grabs a greedy handful of your ass.Â
Your breath stills in your lungs.Â
You still completely, actually, every inch of you rigid, from your bum under Siriusâ hand to your eyes, stuck closed tight. The only part of you that seems to get that youâre still alive is your heart, thrashing wildly inside the bars of your ribcage like it wants to escape when you canât.Â
âShit.â Siriusâ hand flees upward, skimming up your back to safer territory below your shoulder blades. âShit, sorry, baby. You okay?âÂ
You want to tell him yes, in every physical, objective, important way youâre just fine. But your breath is frozen solid somewhere between your throat and your lungs and it wonât let you speak.Â
âSweetheart.â Sirius is starting to sound desperate, though heâs clearly trying to stay calm for your sake. He sets gentle hands at your waist, sitting you up while he eases out from under you. You expect youâll move like a statue, but your arms move of their own mind once freed, wrapping tight around your middle. âYouâre okay, baby, youâre safe. Iâm so sorry, I wasâI should have asked. I moved too fast, I didnât mean to scare you. Can you talk to me, please?âÂ
âSorry,â you manage. Something comes loose inside you. The air comes back to your lungs, you pull your legs up onto the bed, and laughter unspools from inside you like wire long coiled tight.Â
Sirius doesnât smile. âDonât be sorry,â he says. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have touched you like that. Are you okay?â
Itâs now that James and Remus decide to come and see what youâre up to. At the sound of Siriusâ panic-tight voice, their footsteps hasten down the hallway. James taps on the doorframe and you turn to him so fast your neck clicks. His face is melded by a soft worry.Â
âEverything alright?â he asks.Â
You nod, but Sirius must signal something different from your other side, because James and Remus advance towards the bed the way one might approach a feral kitten.Â
âAre you okay?â Sirius asks again, voice cracking now that the other two are here.Â
âHey, itâs alright, love,â Remus says gently. âMaybe stop touching her for a bit.â You hadnât even noticed Siriusâ hand gripping your leg, but its removal feels like youâve lost a thousand pounds. You fight back a shiver. âSheâs okay. Arenât you, darling?âÂ
To hear worry in even Remusâ voice is significant. You try to make yours even to counter it. âYeah,â you agree. âYeah, sorry, Iâm fine.âÂ
âYou donât need to be sorry,â James promises, crouching in front of you and Sirius. Youâve nowhere to hide from his melty-soft gaze. âWhat happened?âÂ
âI went too far.â Siriusâ voice sounds like it hurts, scraping its way out of him. Your heart throbs in response.Â
You shake your head, insistent and perhaps a touch too fast. âNo, it wasnât your fault. I wasâIâI escalated things, and then it justââ
âTake a deep breath,â Remus instructs.Â
âIâm fine,â you say again.Â
âPlease, sweetheart. Just try.âÂ
You do, for his sake, pushing air in and out of your lungs like youâre trying to inflate a balloon. They wonât get as full as you want them too, but itâs not until you try that your body seems to catch up to whatâs been happening. You start trembling all over.Â
âShit.â Your voice thickens, tears threatening. âSorry, this is so stupid.âÂ
âItâs not,â James says. âCan I...can I hold your hand, or are you not ready for that yet?âÂ
âPlease,â you squeak out.Â
He grasps your hand, and you squeeze tightly, breathing until the tears donât press at your eyes so insistently. You hate that the ugly thing of your past is touching something this good. That itâs hurting people who arenât you, like itâs a virus you caught and now youâre spreading it.
âItâs really not your fault,â you tell Sirius, turning to him. âI thought I could handle it.âÂ
âI shouldnât have moved without checking,â he replies in a similar tone. âIâm so sorry, sweetness. I never want to scare you like that.âÂ
You shake your head. âYou donât.âÂ
A dense silence lapses, not uncomfortable but full of things unsaid. Jamesâ hand is warm in yours.Â
âHug?â you ask Sirius.Â
He looks surprised. âAre you sure?âÂ
You nod, extricating your hand from Jamesâ to wrap your arms around his middle. Sirius is tentative at first, palms placed lightly on the high and low points of your back, but when you hold him tighter he reciprocates. You hear Remus whisper something to James. Siriusâ fingers press into your back, the tip of his nose cold where it squishes into your neck.Â
Sometimes, they make you feel completely safe.Â
#poly!marauders#poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders x fem!reader#poly!marauders x y/n#poly!marauders x you#poly!marauders x self insert#poly!marauders fanfiction#poly!marauders fanfic#poly!marauders fic#poly!marauders angst#poly!marauders hurt/comfort#poly!marauders imagine#poly!marauders scenario#poly!marauders drabble#poly!marauders blurb#poly!marauders one shot#poly!marauders oneshot#james potter#james potter x reader#sirius black#sirius black x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders fandom#the marauders#marauders era#hp marauders#marauders x reader
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Concept: Yandere!Alice in Wonderland Characters (but it's only the White Rabbit for this piece) x Reader
âWake up! Please, wake up!â
At the desperate call of the static-laden voice, your eyes groggily open. Your head hurts, thrumming with heavy noise. The artificial lights are too bright and yellow, staining your vision like aged-paper. It makes your headache worse.
âOh no, are you ill?â a voice teeters. Face scrunched, you look up to see a screen hanging over you. A small image of a pixelated white rabbit flickers on and off. âOh no, oh no⊠weâre so behind scheduleâŠâ
âWhatâŠâ you being, head swirling. You donât understand where you are or whatâs happening. You donât even really remember anything, for that matter. It makes you feel sick.
âAh, Iâm really sorry,â the pixelated rabbit apologizes, looking quite guilty. âYes, yes, itâs quite a lot to take inâŠâÂ
Before you know it, the screen the pixelated rabbit is on moves closer to you. The blue light is bright, making you squint.
âHello, [Alice],â it greets you softly. âMy name is WH173-R48817, though most call me White Rabbit or White.â
âMy name isnât [Alice].â Youâre not sure where that statement came from, but it feels wrong to be referred to as [Alice].
âAh⊠Ah, yes, certainly,â Whiteâs voice murmurs.âApologies. What would you like to be called?â
You tell White a name â youâre not entirely sure where that name came from, but it feels right.
âUnderstood. I will refer to you as such.â With a comforting smile, White continues. âNow, as I was saying⊠I am the White Rabbit System, an AI system that helps manage things in this lab.â
âA lab?â
âYes,â White responds. âWe are currently in a laboratory.âÂ
Your eyes flicker around the room and itâs quite obvious now that you are, in fact, in a lab-like place. Youâre comfortably resting on a surgery bed as jars of⊠body parts line the shelves around you.
âYou are a part of the Wonderland Project as the most successful participant. Now that youâve regained consciousness, we must exit the starting point.â
You stare at White blankly, its words doing very little to reveal anything substantial to you. However, White is far too frazzled to properly listen to you, going on its own little tangent. You didnât think an AI could be so⊠anxious.Â
âWeâre already quite late!â it frets while you eye it. The screen White is on is embedded into some device on the wall. You doubt the device will be able to move outside of the room.
âHow are you going to exit this place?â you ask.Â
âAh, look at me, being a klutz,â it sighs, somehow looking bashful despite being an AI. âA moment, please.â And just like that, the screen it was displayed on flickers off, the blue light fading away. Momentarily, youâre stunned, until you hear the soft footfalls approaching you. You turn your head to see a tall man with bunny ears.
âGreetings,â he says. His voice sounds like Whiteâs, though a little deeper and more human. âI wondered which form would be the most efficient, and decided that this one would work best.â
âWhat.â
He continues walking closer to you as he talks. âI have a few bodies that I can connect my programming to. This is one of them.â When he finally reaches you, you can see how tall he is. Heâs rather lanky and thin, but his height is enough to be intimidating. âPardon me. Iâm not that fond of touching others myself, but I have no choice,â he mutters, before reaching for you and cradling you in his arms faster than you can process whatâs going on. âHold on to me. We are quite behind schedule.â
âBehind schedule? For what?â
âThe continuation of the Wonderland Project, of course.â
âAnd why exactly do I have to be a part of this project?â
White peers down at you curiously. âWell, isnât it obvious?â he asks. âBecause youâre the most important key, of course. We need you.â
With that, he leaves the room with you in his arms.
#yandere oc#male yandere#yandere x reader#tsuuper ocs#yandere x you#tw yandere#male yandere oc x reader#male yandere oc#2024 yan/monstertober tsuutarr#White Rabbit Tsuu OC#Yandere Alice in Wonderland#Alice Atelier Tsuuries#So basically you're stuck in a lab with a bunch of other monster people!#And these monster people are all based off of Alice in Wonderland Characters#I most likely will not keep this intro -- it was just a little test piece~#btw Tsuuries = Tsuu + series if that wasn't clear lol#FINALLY DONEEE!!!!#I'll make a master list tomorrow im tired today lol
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Hiyaa, Iâm back again for another seer!readerđ
This oneâs connected to the other seer!reader, I was thinking, what if mini padfoot inherits his motherâs abilities? Although he still canât differentiate the line between his visions and dreams since he is really young. So what happened was he dreamt that a wolf was running after him and his baby sibling and he got so scared that he told his parents, then at the end they all figured out it was just a harmless dream?? Yes, angst with a happy ending pleaseđ
Have a great day babes!đ©·âš
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poly!marauders x Seer!reader whose son inherits her gift of Sight
CW: hurt/comfort, fluff, Remus spiralling, continuation of this fic
If you had told Remus at any point in his life that he would one day be a doting stay-at-home-father of not one but two children, he would have called you barmy and maybe suggested you be admitted into the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungoâs.
But alas, here he was, currently baking in his kitchen whilst his two children napped as he waited for his partners to return home from their various jobs.
And he loved it.Â
As if perfect timing, Remus had just slid a sheet of biscuits into the oven and set a quick timer when he heard his oldest starting to cry.Â
âIâm coming, cariad.â He called out as he wiped the flour off his jumper and pushed the door open to his sonâs room, hoping to calm the crying before he managed to wake his younger sibling.Â
âDa!â Leo sobbed, holding his little arms out to Remus. Remus quickly bent down and scooped the toddler up into his arms and began shushing him and bouncing back and forth.
âYouâre okay, mâlove. Daâs right here.â He murmured into his head of curly black hair.Â
Though Remus knew toddlers and babies often cried as they woke up, Leo seemed to be particularly distressed after todayâs nap.Â
âHey, hey cariad; whatâs the problem, hm? Whatâs the matter?â Remus cooed as he pulled his son away from his body to examine his face.Â
Remusâ heart lurched as he watched the little black-haired, grey-eyed bub rub at his eyes with pudgy fists; lip jutting out as he took in shuddering breaths.
âSaw bad.â He pouted miserably.Â
Remusâ heart lurched once again for the poor mini-padfoot who was plagued with his mummyâs gift of Sight.Â
âDid you have a bad dream?â Remus asked cautiously.Â
After many discussions that Sirius, James, and Remus had with you, they decided it was best to have Leo describe any potential Sights as dreams until he was old enough to be able to cope with potentially unsettling Sights; there was no use in your child stressing over things he could not control or even properly understand yet.
âYeah.â The boy cried again.
âWhat was the dream about, my love?â
âBad wolf.â
Remus felt his blood run ice cold as he stared at his son in horror.
A Bad Wolf.
âWhat did the bad wolf do, cariad?â
Leo let out a pitiful sniffle as his big eyes stared up imploringly at his father. âHe was chasing us, me and my baby sister. I had to carry her but she wouldnât stop crying and the wolf kept chasing us. He was growling and drooly and just very scary.â He explained, the end of his sentence punctuated with another sob.
Remusâ body seemed to move in autopilot as he pulled the child back into his chest and began rocking him back and forth, murmuring soft encouragements of âyour safe nowâ, âdaâs got youâ, and âthereâs nothing to be afraid ofâ even though Remus himself was terrified.Â
It was him.
He was The Wolf.Â
He was chasing themâŠhunting them; his own children.
He should have known; he should have known better.
He was a monster through and through and he had no right to endanger the lives of these two innocent babes.
He felt sick and twisted even holding Siriusâ doppelganger in his arms like he had any right to tell him it was all okay and he was safe now. As if he wasnât currently cradled in the arms of the monster he so feared.Â
Remus moved the child to the living room where he popped on a video of Winnie the Pooh or some other childrenâs cartoon on the muggle telly for him and handed him a small cup of apple slices.
He stood in the corner of the room - the closest heâd allow himself to Leo - chewing at his cuticles until James walked in the door.
âDaddy!â Leo shrieked excitedly as he abandoned the remaining apple slices in favour of launching himself at his father.Â
âHey lovebug!â James cheered back, swinging the toddler back and forth in his arms before putting him back down and letting him race back off to his shows.
ââLo Moons! How was- isâŠis everything okay?â James started, but paused as he noticed Remusâ tense body language.Â
âCan you please watch them?â Remus whispered, referring to the one child sitting in front of the telly and the other still sound asleep within her bassinet.Â
âOf course.â James started, sounding like he was ready to ask Remus what was going on, but Remus never gave him the chance.
Remus swiftly moved down the hall and closed himself into their bedroom where he let out his own sob that had been stuck in the back of his throat.Â
The house smelled heavenly, alerting you to the fact that Remus had been playing around in the kitchen again. Youâd been coming home to some of the most delectable pastries and breads that Remus always found some fault in - they were too dense, too flaky, not risen enough etc etc - but they never failed to make your mouth water each and every time.
The pleased smile that had taken over your face as you entered your home quickly vanished when you entered the living room to a tension you werenât accustomed to in your own home.Â
Sirius was standing with the youngest of your two children cradled in his arms as he and James murmured solemnly back and forth, and your oldest watched cartoons completely unaware of any stress colouring the atmosphere around him.Â
âHey you guys.â You offered cautiously, causing Leo to jump up to greet you.
âHi mummy!â He shrieked, causing your daughter to stir unhappily in his papaâs arms.Â
âWhereâs Da, pumpkin?â You asked him as he wiggled out of your grasp, clearly eager to return to his shows.
âIn bed.â He responded simply, causing you to look at your husbands bemusedly.Â
Sirius and James exchanged a glance as James moved over to you. âHeâs in the bedroom. He seemed very upset when I got home and all he told me was âLeo Saw somethingâ.â
You let out a sigh as you looked over at your son, feeling horribly guilty that he was plagued by the same âgiftâ that you were. You could remember some of your earliest sights at perhaps only slightly older than he currently was, and how upsetting not only the Sights could be, but how upsetting it could be when they happened to come true.
But, you also knew that at his age, what Remus described as a Sight could easily have been a simple dream.
You made your way down the hallway towards your bedroom, pausing to knock gently twice before letting yourself in.
Remus was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands with his back facing you.
You arenât sure when the last time you saw him look so dejected was, but it caused a horrible lump in your throat nonetheless.Â
âMoony, love?â You called quietly, moving slowly around the bed in order to stand in front of him.
He never looked up at you, but a sob escaped him at your words.
âBaby.â You cooed as you knelt; placing your hands on either side of his knee and trying to rub circles with your thumbs in an attempt to get him to look at you. âWhat happened, my love?â
Through quiet sobs, you managed to catch âHeâs scared of me. Iâm going to kill him.âÂ
âRemus.â You said more seriously. âThatâs impossible.â
âHe saw the Wolf, Y/N.â Remus responded emphatically, pulling his hands away from his face to expose his reddened and swollen eyes and cheeks. âItâŠit was - I was chasing him, and he was carrying our sweet-â He cut himself off with a hiccup and tried to cover his face again, but you caught his hands and brought them to your cheeks instead.Â
âHe was trying to protect his little sister, and the Wolf was hunting them. I was hunting them.â
âNo Remus.â You argued, but Remus screwed his eyes shut as if your refusal to believe him caused him physical pain.
âRemus Lupin, you listen to me; you would never allow anything to happen to those kids. You love them more than anything in this world; Iâve never been more certain of their safety than when theyâre with you.â
Remus didnât seem completely convinced as he shook his head in disagreement, though he didnât bother arguing with you.Â
âAnd even if that wasnât true.â You began, drawing your syllables out to encourage him to return his eyes to yours, which he did. âYou have three of us here who also would never allow anything to happen to them. If you donât trust yourself, donât you trust us?â
Remus let out a defeated sigh as he rested his forehead against yours; his hands still stationed where you were holding them against your jaw as his thumbs gently rubbed near your cheekbones.Â
âBesides,â You added quietly, nudging his nose gently with your own. âIâm a much better Seer than Leo; if anything were to happen to my children - Iâd be the first to know.âÂ
Remus let out a quiet snort at that, causing you to smile.Â
âIâm sorry youâve had a bad day, my love.â You soothed; pulling your head back to press a kiss to his nose only for him to hold your head there and press a gentle kiss to your lips in response.
âIt wasnât a bad day.â He countered. âIt was quite good, before he woke up from his nap terrified.â
You let out a sympathetic hum of acknowledgement and pressed another kiss to his lips. âIt could have very well been a dream, baby.â
Remus sighed as if he knew that, but just couldnât help being worried. You understood his dilemma.Â
Before either of you could respond, a cautious knock was rapped against the door as James and Sirius both poked their heads in.
âHey, Moony.â James started, sounding all kinds of guilty.
âSo, Leo told us about his dream he had this afternoon.â Sirius continued, grimacing slightly at the admission.Â
âYeah! And, uhm, funny thingâŠthatâŠâ James soldiered on. âIt turns out-â
âRed Riding Hood!â Leo squealed as he shoved his head between Sirius and Jamesâ legs.
âWhat?â Remus asked in bemusement.Â
âWell, we had a playdate over with the Lovegoodâs yesterday, right? And Xenophilius read this muggle nursery rhyme to them-â
âJamesâŠâ You groaned, leaning your forehead down on Remusâ knee as he rubbed his thumbs through the baby hairs on the back of your neck.
âWhy donât you tell them what happened next in your dream, bubs. After the wolf was chasing you?â Sirius encouraged.
âMe and sissy got away from the wolf because Mama showed up with two knights and they fought the wolf! And the knights were Daddy and Da, and then we all went and rescued Papa from an evil witch who locked him in a tower!â Leo explained excitedly.Â
âLeo,â Remus chided jovially. âYou didnât tell me any of this when you woke up.â
âI forgot!â Leo said with a shrug before he went racing back off down the hallway.Â
âCheeky bastard.â You sighed quietly causing Sirius to bark a laugh.Â
âSure is; he is his fatherâs son, afterall.â
âIâm so sorry, Rem.â James offered guiltily. âI was just so excited to learn muggle nursery rhymes and stories; I never even made the connection of the Wolf.â
Remus shook his head at his husband in faux contempt as he turned to lean his head against yours once again. âIâm gonna kill him.â
You hummed as if in thought. âNo you wonât.â
âHow can you be so sure?â He asked with a smirk.
You smirked right back. âBecause, I would have Seen it.â
âFair enough.â He whispered back.Â
âRight. So, now that weâre all good.â Sirius began. âCan we have those biscuits you made yet? They smell bloody brilliant.
âYou can.â Remus replied. âNone for Prongs.â
This earned him a bark of laughter from Sirius and a horrified squawk from James.
âHa ha. Youâre in the doghouse.â Sirius taunted James, turning to flee quickly when James turned to glare daggers at him.
You knew James had caught up to him when you heard an inelegant shriek from Sirius and Leo squealing in laughter at his fathersâ antics.
âI love them so much.â You mused aloud.
Remus breathed out a laugh through his nose. âMe too.â
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Your writing is so lovely 𫶠can you write about reader asking sukuna to be more gentle with his words because things like pathetic, weak...etc hurt her a little? Thank you!
đ . âź It was one of those rare quiet moments with Sukuna, but the unease in your chest had been growing all day. You knew you needed to say something. The words he used, though probably not intended to truly hurt you, had been weighing on your heart more than usual. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you prepared to speak.
âSukunaâŠâ your voice was softer than usual, trembling slightly, and you noticed how his broad shoulders tensed. He didnât turn his head toward you. Instead, his gaze remained ahead, fixed on something in the distance. However, you could feel his lower eyes lock onto you immediately. He had sensed the shift in your tone.
He said nothing, just a low hum in response, signaling he was listening.
You swallowed, trying to calm the nervous flutter in your chest. âI⊠I wanted to ask if you could be a little gentler with your words,â you said, your fingers fidgeting in your lap. The admission felt heavy, the vulnerability of it all making your throat tighten.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause. Sukuna didnât move, didnât even glance in your direction, but his lower eyes were still focused on you, watching. Waiting.
"You mean," his voice finally rumbled, low and gruff, "when I call you weak? Pathetic?" He didnât look directly at you, but his tone wasnât mockingâjust blunt, as if testing what you really meant.
You nodded, your face heating slightly. âYes⊠I know you donât mean it in the cruelest way, but⊠sometimes it just hurts. I try my best, but when you say things like that, it makes me feel like Iâm not good enough for you.â
Another long pause followed. His expression was hard to read, the sharp lines of his face set in stone, but the way his jaw clenched gave him away. Sukuna was processing your words, though it clearly wasnât easy for him. Vulnerability wasnât something he handled well, especially not someone elseâs.
Finally, his eyes narrowed slightly, still not meeting yours. "Tch, you're too sensitive," he muttered, but it wasnât a sharp dismissal. It sounded more like an observation. His voice had lost the usual sting it carried.
You shifted slightly, feeling his gaze on you even if he wasnât directly looking. âI just⊠want to know you see more in me than just my weaknesses,â you said quietly, feeling exposed but needing him to understand.
His tattooed shoulders stiffened even more, and you could tell he was struggling with this. Sukuna wasnât used to this kind of conversation, to the idea of considering someone elseâs feelingsâespecially yours. But something about the tremor in your voice, the way youâd hesitated, had stirred something in him. Maybe he didnât know how to handle it, but that didnât mean he was going to ignore it.
âI see more,â he growled softly, still not looking at you directly. His voice was rough, like gravel, but there was a strange sincerity behind the words. âYouâre not weak. You just⊠donât understand your own strength yet.â His lower eyes remained on you, watching the way your expression shifted, how you hung on his every word. âBut Iâm not soft. You know that.â
âI know,â you said, your voice quieter. âIâm not asking for softness, just⊠some kindness. Sometimes.â
His jaw tightened again, as if the very idea of being âkindâ frustrated him. But instead of snapping or shrugging it off, Sukuna slowly turned his head, finally meeting your gaze with all four of his eyes. He stared at you for a long, heavy moment, something unspoken hanging between you.
âFine,â he said at last, the word almost reluctant. âIâll try. But donât expect me to go easy on you.â
Your lips curved into a small, relieved smile. âThatâs all I wanted,â you murmured. "Just⊠knowing youâre trying is enough."
Sukuna let out a low grunt, his hand moving to rest on your head in an almost awkward gesture of comfort. His touch was rough, yet not harsh, like he was learning how to show he cared in his own way .á Öč â ê±
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Is it a crime to post unfinished drafts? It's been sitting for 2 years already. I'm letting this one go.
Genshin Series - The sides of him only you get to have and see Part 5: Angry/Frustrated [All male characters]
Other works in this series: (Part 1 - Soft and Gentle) (Part 2 - flustered) (Part 3 - clingy) (Part 4 - Worried)
Warnings: some fluff, some angst, depending on the prompt, lots of different scenarios, some protective, some a bit yandere, some aggressive... quite long cause i got carried away >_>
Personal favourites in this work: Ayato, Bennett
Aether
When his investigation about his sisterâs whereabouts turns up into a dead end
â...What if I never find her?â His voice is just a whisper as the two of you sit side by side around the campfire. Paimon is already sleeping off to the side, exhausted by the dayâs events.Â
You can hear the desperation in his voice, and it cripples you as well, the hurt that comes with losing a loved one and being unable to find them. You let yourself fall sideways and lay your head on his shoulder, hoping to give him some comfort. â...Weâll keep looking, Teyvatâs a big place, you know,â you whisper and it seems that your answer only serves to frustrate him more.
âThatâs exactly the problem... Sometimes I donât know where to start and I donât know where to look first... I just...â His fists clench for a moment but he relaxes with a small sigh minutes later, arm wounding around your back to pull you closer to his side. âSorry... I donât mean to complain so much,âÂ
You shake your head as you bask in his warmth. âYouâre allowed to feel this way, Aether. Iâm right here beside you, okay?â
His gaze softens, head leaning towards the crown of your head to place a kiss there. âThank you, Y/N,â he wouldnât know what to do if he lost you as well.
Albedo
When someone is too rough with you.
Could he request you not to work at the tavern? Possibly, yes. But Albedo was not the type to tie you down or tell you what to do. Plus, you were capable of taking care of yourself.Â
Sometimes he would pick you up from your shift, however, today the Catâs Tail was a little understaffed and you had to work a few more orders before you could go.Â
âHey!â You jump as one tavern-goer stands and smashes his glass of beer on the table with a loud THUD. âThis isnât what I ordered!â Frankly you were used to this by now, but it didnât mean that you were any less startled. You calmly walked over to the table and took back the mugs that you just placed when the same person grabs your wrist.
The mugs sway in your hand, the beer in it pouring over your fingers a little as it sloshed. âSir?â You ask as the manâs hand tightens around your wrist.Â
The man grunts and growls âMake sure you tell the bartender to give me a discount for giving the wrong order!â Drunkards were like that. They were loud and sometimes couldnât control themselves, you twist your wrist away successfully and relay the message to the bartender, though you noticed that Albedo was there too, waiting for you to come back.Â
Albedo catches your arm and lifts your wrist up to eye level. Thereâs a blank look on his face that you canât quite read and for a moment his eyes dangerously flicker to the group of tavern-goers who gave you trouble. You sense that heâs a little irked. âItâs okay âBedo, Iâm fine, just the usual rowdy people, you know?â You reassure him and his stern face drops, replaced by that of defeat with a small sigh.
Itâs âjust the usualâ you say. He doesnât quite know how to feel about that, if this was âusualâ, yet he understood. Every job came with its risks and this was already relatively safer than being an adventurer. Albeo sighs again and brings your wrist up to his lips, his eyes yet again dart towards the said table. He really wanted to have a word with those rude men, but he avoided conflict for your sake.Â
âAlright, Y/N. As long as you keep your promise,â he reminds you. Jogging your memory that you had promised to tell him if something dire really happens at work.
Ayato
When his status affects you
Youâre aware that ever since you and Ayato were married, his shuumatsuban had also been following you around. Ayato reassured you that it was for your own good, and you somewhat agreed. You werenât that bothered by it, since the shuumatsuban were so good at concealing their presence, it seemed like nothing changed in your every day routine.
âMaster Ayato,â and so imagine Ayatoâs annoyance when he receives a report from one of his men that you were being tailed by someone suspicious. â...Capture him,â
In the secret dungeons of the Kamisato residence, there is a pitiful man sitting in the middle of a cell with bars. Kamisato Ayato stands in front of him, cold and calculating look on his face. âState your reason for tailing Y/N,â he would break this man quick, and get all the answers he needed for your safety.
âI-I-I swear Iâm not a bad guy! I just--Someone told me theyâd pay me a huge amount of money to kidnap Y/N!â Ayato doesnât break his cold gaze from the man, but he also canât control the way he unsheathes his sword and starts to clean it with a cloth, as if getting ready for an execution.
âThen for your own good I suggest you give me all the names of these people who bribed you,â His tone is calm, but also eerie. âAfter thatâs done, you wonât lay your eyes on Y/N again... Is that understood?âÂ
He couldnât afford for anything to happen to you, specially not when it was because of him.
Bennett
When his bad luck affects you
Bennett had been quiet the whole way back to Mondstadt. As per usual a few things happened that proved his luck was horrid.Â
Today seemed to be one of the worst.
Not only did you not finish the commission given to you, but things happened one after the other.
First, the two of you couldnât find the monster you were looking for. Second, when you finally found it, it proved to be difficult to subdue. Third, the treasure the two of you found was not really treasure at all. Fourth, you could not find the item that you were supposed to bring back to town and finally, fifth, a once wonderful, cloudless and breezy day suddenly turned glum and the rain poured down on your heads.
Bennett was utterly defeated, and you knew it cause he had been quiet up until the gates of Mondstadt, when the two of you finally took shelter for a moment from the rain. He usually would still be upbeat and positive, no matter what he went through, but seeing you sneeze and shiver in the rain, on top of being tired and grimey, he really couldnât help but hate his bad luck.
You glanced at him at the corner of your eye, he was looking at the ground with his brows furrowed. The look of frustration was foreign in his face but you said what you always did after an adventure with him. â...Today was fun, Bennett. Letâs go again tomorrow!â
His head snaps up in an instant, eyes wide and tracing your face for any lies and dishonesty. All he saw was your bright smile and eager disposition. Truthfully you had learned to be incredibly positive because of him, and if he needed a little bit of that positivity, then you were willing to give it back, no matter how hard things were.
For a split second his lips looked as if they trembled, his shoulders relaxed and a wobbly smile appears on his face. He nearly barrels into you with a hug, and mumbles âYouâre the best Y/N,â
Bennett always thought that you were his sun, and he loved every bit of the time he spent with you.
Chongyun
When he isnât able to protect you
ââYun?â You call out from your sitting position on your bed, and Chongyun, for the umpteenth time that day, slightly jerks up on the chair next to you, eyes darting towards your face.Â
âHm?â he says, trying to brush off the fact that he had been zoning out, small, shy smile on his face.
Youâre silent for a moment, staring back at him. The cogs in your mind working a bit more. â...Youâre upset arenât you?âÂ
The way he tenses up at your accusation tells you the answer, but still he denies it. âN-No,âÂ
You sigh, your bandaged arm resting on your side. The wound didnât hurt that much, but Chongyun was the one who insisted heâd feed you instead of making you use your dominant, injured arm. He was so embarrassed when he offered it. Face red and unsure what to say except that he was holding the bowl of porridge your mother made in his hands and that was enough of a cue for you.Â
â...Aah,â You open your mouth again, and thatâs when Chongyun snaps out of it, realizing that he hadnât even finished feeding you. So he proceeds to give you another spoonful.Â
âYou know itâs not your fault, right?â You confirm after you swallow that bite and he again tenses up without saying anything.Â
You knew he hated it when the two of you went adventuring together and you ended up getting hurt. Occasionally it would be him with the injury, but when you got injured, somehow, to him, it was a graver matter than him getting hurt.Â
That statement opens his dam of insecurities. âIâm too weak...If I had been a little faster...â
âI must be pretty weak too then, if I wasnât even able to dodge it,â you counter and you see him open his mouth in protest but close it again, knowing that you had laid a trap for him if he disagreed. He went silent again.Â
â...I think youâre really cool Chongyun, the way you handle your claymore makes you look really handsome,â you giggled a little cause you knew he was going to go red and sputter out a response.Â
âW-W-What do you mean?â He proceeds to shove another spoonful in your face, probably so that you wouldnât actually be able to reply. âA-Anyway...I...Iâll work harder to protect you,â he finishes his sentence and you donât protest nor say another thing anymore, seeing as he at least got some of his good mood back.Â
Dainsleif
When you donât keep a promise
âYou said you would meet me by the tree in Windrise. Imagine my distress when you didnât show up,â Dainsleif had his arms crossed over his chest, eyes actually glaring at you.Â
âI know but you know how things can get. The job was a little more difficult than expected and it took longer to finish,âÂ
Youâd found yourself trudging deep through the forest to locate the cabin he considered his âhomeâ. Far away from everything else and nearly impossible to locate if you had never been there before. You arrived by morning, knocking at his door and unsurprised with the dumbfounded look on his face.Â
He still welcomed you in, but he didnât say a word and the air was tense even as he placed a glass of water on the table for you.Â
Then you were here, getting the lecture from him.Â
âThen you shouldnât have promised to be there. Itâs a simple thing to communicate with me that youâre not sure when youâll be done, I would have waited,â He continued and you sighed, cause you knew that he was right. You really shouldnât have promised you were going to be there on time. Itâs not as if itâd be the end of the world if you were a day or two late.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry. I guess I just wanted to see you as soon as I could and I wasnât thinking,â you shouldâve known by now that promises were a heavy thing to Dainsleif.Â
You heard him give out one of his own sighs and then his hand cups your chin and tilts it up to meet him eye to eye. âI trust you understand why Iâm angry,â his voice had levelled down a little, and though he was frustrated earlier you can always see the worry behind his gaze and the love in his eyes.Â
You smile a little and nod your head, still a little apologetic. âIf I canât find you, if you happen to go missing, do you know what that would do to me?â He asks you, eyes finally dropping the glare and just softly gazing at you.
âI know,â you whisper and lean your face closer to his hand. Your arm reaches out to hold his coat, tugging on it a little as if a small child. â...I know you werenât able to sleep...and I spent the whole night trying to make it back to you...so can we rest for a bit?â You suggest and he found it a good idea.
He wordlessly sweeps you into his arms and kisses your forehead, bringing the two of you into the bedroom.
Diluc
When you forget to tell him where youâre going and he doesnât know where you are
âAdelinde, did Y/N mention skipping dinner today?â Diluc asked his head maid. He was alone at the dinner table and you were nowhere to be found in the mansion.Â
Adelinde considered her words carefully. A slight misuse of words would send the young master into a spiral of worry and anxiety. She was a hundred percent sure you had just forgotten to tell someone that you were going to be out for dinner, because youâve done it before, bless your bad memory, but Adelinde really wished you would at least tell the young master.Â
â...They didnât mention, Master Diluc...but Iâm sure they must be out on some errands in Mondstadt,â it was a gamble for Adelinde to state that, because she also didnât know where you were, and she would be in deep trouble if you didnât come home at all.
Diluc started to eat, albeit slowly and glanced at Adelinde when she made that statement. â...Did they mention going on an errand?â he asked again, to which Adelinde now had to truthfully reply. â...No,âÂ
Cue the distress in Dilucâs features. Furrowed brows, cutlery not even moving, eyes calculating. You could practically see all the assumptions run through his face. Maybe you were in trouble, maybe you were taken, maybe you were lost somewhere and needed help. You would have said something if you were going to be home late, no?Â
Diluc dropped his cutlery on the table, and he started going back through his memories to determine whether or not you actually had said anything about today. He would have remembered, and as far as he could tell, you didnât say anything about not having dinner with him today, or anything of the sort.
He was about to push himself up and away from the table, to double check at Mondstadt if anyone had seen you, when the front door opened, revealing you with a basket of goods and a smile on your face. Diluc practically deflated, your name a sigh on his lips, âY/N,âÂ
You knew that look, and you knew that look that Adelinde was giving you. âOh Archons. Iâm sorry, I went out in a hurry and just forgot to tell anyone where I was going,â your smile dropped almost immediately as you scurried over to the table with an apologetic gaze on your face turned towards Diluc.
You knew how worried he could get, he could already feel the adrenaline starting to pump through him, thinking about all the worst case scenarios. Diluc sighed once again, repositioning himself properly in front of the table and picking up his cutlery again. He was slightly angry, you could tell. Mostly because this wasnât the first time it had happened. â...Put your things down and we can eat,â he simply said and you pouted a little while passing the things over to Adelinde, then sitting on your side of the table.
â...I donât get my welcome back kiss?â You chide him playfully, to which his eyes lazily graze over you and back to his plate of food.
âWhen you start remembering to tell someone where youâre going in the middle of the night, Iâll start giving you your welcome back kisses,â he strictly exclaims and you could only grumble under your breath.
Gorou
When he spends too much time training or working and loses time with you
âHahhhh...â Gorou plops down on the tatami floor of his home with a loud and long sigh. Not only was training and the patrols a little harsh today, but that was another day gone without getting to see you.
How long had it been now? Eight, nine days? He was starting to get really antsy about not being able to see you and he knew it wasnât anyoneâs fault but his.Â
That night he couldnât immediately fall into a peaceful sleep. He tossed whenever he thought of you and turned whenever he started thinking too much of what the two of you would do together the next time you saw each other. It was like planning out a whole date in his mind but realizing that he didnât even have any day offs soon. So he would deflate and be disappointed in himself, try to go to sleep, then get carried away thinking about you again, causing him to snap his eyes open and repeat the thinking process.
âArrghhh!â At some point he shakes his head and shuts his eyes tight, the frustration getting to him. He had to sleep, or heâll have a really tiring day tomorrow.Â
When he woke up the next morning to knocks on his door he immediately thought he had overslept. He scrambled to his feet, swinging the door open with his still disheveled fluffy hair and said âI-Iâll be right there! I just--â then he reels back, blinking, realizing that it was you standing there are the door. âY-Y/N?! Whatâre you doing here?â
He smooths his hair down, tries to pat down his wrinkly house clothes but his eyes are tacked on to you, wide and happy.Â
âI figured Iâd visit you this time, since you seem really busy,â you laugh sheepishly, scratching your cheek. âI hope Iâm not intruding,â
âOf course not!â He replies quickly but coughs on his hand right after. âI-I mean. Yeah, youâre always welcome here,â he smiles and beams at you, but then slumps his shoulders right after. âI...I still have work though, so I wonât be able to spend a lot of time with you...â
You shake your head and wave your hands âThatâs alright! I can still spend lunch and dinner with you, right? Thatâs more than enough for me,âÂ
His heart blooms with a warmth that engulfs his body, his cheeks might have turned red. You were just oh-so sweet to him and oh-so kind, he didnât know what he did to deserve an angel like you.
Heizou
When he canât help you with your problems
Heizou is a genius at solving problems, but he knows that sometimes there are problems that he canât solve nor he shouldnât interfere with. One of those was problems within your family.
Sure, he had solutions and probably ways to diffuse the rising tensions in your family, but he wasnât really in the right place to do so. All he could do is listen to you rant and complain about how things are getting so much harder with your mom and dad, and you just wanting to run away from it all, move out as soon as you can but you were tied down with the obligation of caring for your sick mother.Â
It pains him and frustrates him, watching you stress over it day by day, but as much as he wanted to tell your parents that they were affecting you this much, there are some things that he shouldnât meddle with.Â
All he could do was offer advice. â...Perhaps move out and live somewhere close to them? It would still give you the advantage of privacy,â he suggests, as he sits next to you on a bench, arm coming around and behind your back, hand resting on your hip.
âI would, but the houses nearby are actually pricey, mostly because theyâre family houses, not for a single person rent,â You lean sideways into him. Heâs always so good at giving you solutions, though youâre unaware of the internal battle inside him, seeing you so distraught like this.
â...Well why not live with me then?â You can hear that familiar mischief in his voice, and though you know heâs joking it still flusters you.Â
âD-Donât say that as a joke, Heizou!â He chuckles at your reaction, just as he expected, but he leans in to place a kiss atop your head, his next sentences sending a shiver up your spine. âItâs a joke now, but someday Iâll make it real, regardless of what your parents say,â
Of course he ends it with a wink.
Itto
When someone hurts you and he witnesses it
Itto doesnât get angry easily. He just doesnât have the capacity for it. He was loud, yes, but good natured overall and never means any actual harm to anyone.Â
Unfortunately you canât say the same thing about some people in Inazuma. For the most part, people were friendly, amicable, helpful...but sometimes there were the odd balls that just appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc when they wanted to.
Just the other day a group of ronin who claimed to be the strongest group of vagabonds roaming Inazuma entered town and they were loud and gruff about it. âWhereâs the best inn in town?â They asked at the entrance, and a kind man directed them towards it.
The next day that man was bullied by the same ronin. âWe said the BEST inn in town, not the most EXPENSIVE!â You had witnessed it, the man who was just trying to help them was starting to cower backwards, the ronin were complaining about the price of the room, how they wanted the man to pay for it and you just couldnât stand that blatant bullying.
âWhatâs your problem? Of course itâs going to be expensive!â You appeared behind the group and just couldnât help but be angry at their stupidity and overall disgusting behaviour. One of them looks at you, then starts to laugh and the others follow suit, all laughing at you as if you were a clown on the streets.
You didnât falter and merely crossed your arms above your chest. âIf you have nothing better to do then maybe you should look for a job so you can pay for your next inn,â was provoking them a good idea? Of course not, and you knew that.
One of the ronins grabs you and twists your arm behind your back. You could only let out a whimper at the sudden motion but as soon as it happened it was over. You found yourself suddenly pushed behind, looking at Ittoâs back as he shoves the ronin away with a harsh force.Â
âThe hell do you think youâre doing touching Y/N like that?!â Ittoâs voice is loud, louder than when heâs excited about eating ramen or louder than when heâs discovered a magnificent onikabuto. The anger in his voice is unusual, you donât immediately recognize it as his.
Ittoâs tall. Taller than any of the ronin around you and suddenly itâs as if the ronin become meek little mice, stepping away from him and you. âW-We were just--â
Itto brandishes his claymore, âLess talking, more fighting. You want a real arm wrestle? Come at me,â you canât imagine what kind of face heâs making, but the ronin--actually just cowards--runs at the sight of Ittoâs weapon and heâs just about to go after them when you call out to him, telling him to calm down.
He doesnât listen easily, but you place a hand on his arm and he stops, still glaring and huffing at the sight of those stupid ronins running away.Â
Scaramouche
When you have to be paired up with another Harbinger for work
âYouâre going with who?â Thereâs poison dripping from his voice, but youâre so used to his antics by now that it doesnât scare you one bit.
âTartaglia. The Tsaritsa said--â
âFuck what the Tsaritsa says,â Scaramouche cuts you off. âYouâre not going with that fool,â He stands and paces back and forth now. You simply sit at the table and watch him, knowing that heâs going to throw one of his âtantrumsâ again. âPossibly the worst person to go on a mission with,â he continues to grumble, now biting on his thumb.
âYou always get worked up whenever the two of us are paired up together. It really isnât that bad,â you exclaim, shrugging your shoulders and he stops walking to glare at you.Â
âSo itâs a little bad? Is that what youâre insinuating?â He doesnât let you finish and adds. âYou donât know how dangerous he is,â
You couldnât help but stifle a laugh quite obviously. âScara, I think youâre more dangerous?â
Tartaglia
âIâm different,â He mumbles under his breath.
When his alone time with you gets interrupted
Thoma
When you get sick but heâs busy
Venti
When he hasnât seen you in days
Xiao
When he wants you to stay
Xingqiu
When a book heâs reading isnât as good as he thought it would be
Zhongli
When someone doesnât respect your boundaries
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John Price
âWhat is all that?â
You lean back to allow John a better look at your computer screen. On it is your current online shopping cart. Itâs full of products. Ever since receiving a diagnosis from your dermatologist, youâve been researching like crazy, putting all sorts of products in your cart to save for later.
âOptions,â you answer.
The internet is full of advice and what products to use. Itâs all confusing, and your dermatologist wasnât entirely helpful.
âI donât know what to order,â you continue. âThere are too many options. Saved everything for now until I can look at it later.â
John gives the screen a glance before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. âIâm off. Pub with the boys.â
âEnjoy.â
Closing the laptop, you decide to go to bed.
It isnât until youâre under the covers, ready to shut off the light that your phone buzzes. Itâs a new email.
Your Order Has Been Placed.
âI didnât order anything,â you murmur, opening the email.
You didnât.
John did.
Everything you had in your cart. Bought on his dime.
You tap out a brief message to him.
You didnât need to.
His response comes immediately.
I wanted to.
SImon "Ghost" Riley
âYouâre covering up,â observes Simon.
Itâs true, though you donât want to admit it. Whenever youâre having a particularly bad flare up, you want to hide. With it being colder out, youâre having issues.
âNot at all,â you reply. âJust cold.â
Simon frowns. âItâs hot in here.â
You wrap the blanket tighter around you, but itâs true. You are incredibly warm.
Sighing, Simon sits on the edge of the sofa. The backs of his fingers brush against your cheek.
âHaving a flare up?â
You inhale deeply to settle your nerves. âYes.â
âCan I do anything?â asks Simon, softly, his thumb lightly pressing to your chin, tipping your gaze upward to his face.
âCan you grab my moisturizer?â
Simon answers by placing a soft kiss against your cheekbone. He slips away, returning a few minutes later with your favorite bottle. You reach for it, but Simon shakes his head.
âIâll do it,â he says.
Slowly, you lean back, opening the blanket to reveal your legs. Simon guides them over his lap. He stares down at the bumps, then leans down, planting soft kisses along your thighs.
He sits up, uncaps the bottle, and begins to work the lotion into your skin.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Most of the time, the bumps stay to your arms. You know youâre having a larger flare up when it appears on your thighs. Itâs frustrating, and when youâre frustrated, you always text your boyfriend, Kyle.
When you sent him a few quick texts, you didnât think much of it. You thought he might respond with gentle reassurances of love and support. But Kyle doesnât reply.
Instead, he appears at your front door.
âWhat is all this?â you laugh, reaching out, grabbing an offered bag.
Kyle shrugs. âThought Iâd come by. Have a little night in. That all right?â
You open one of the bags. Itâs your favorite takeaway order.
âOf course. Youâre always welcome.â
Kyle grins, and quickly kisses your cheek. Shutting the door with his foot, he heads into the kitchen, placing the other bags on the counter. You start digging through them. Not only did he bring dinner, but he brought your favorite snacks and beverages, along with your preferred moisturizer when youâre having a bad flare up.
When you turn around to thank him, you find Kyle adjusting the sofa, snagging blankets and pillows, creating a large next for the two of you.
âMovie?â he asks.
John "Soap" MacTavish
âWhatâs this?â
Johnny lightly taps the side of the tub. âHop in.â
You walk up to it. Reaching your hand in, you find the water warm but not scalding. âWhat did you put it in?â
Johnny nods toward the bag of moisturizing soaking beads you always add to a bath.
âThank you,â you murmur softly.
When you step into the bath, you expect Johnny to leave, but he doesnât. He grabs the small exfoliating brush you always use with the soft bristles. Johnny gently lifts your leg from the warm water. Pressing the brush against your thigh, he lightly rocks the brush back and forth across the skin.
There are candles lit, and the light is off.
Johnny takes his time, lightly exfoliating where heâs supposed to while you silently soak, enjoying the subtle warmth. He offers a warm towel when youâre done, and he dries your body, leaving little kisses behind.
Once dry, you sit on the edge of the tub. With moisturizer in hand, Johnny pops the lid, squeezing some into his palms. He rubs it between his hands, warming it up before applying it your skin. Even in this, heâs gentle.
Itâs sweet. Nice.
You feel loved.
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timeâs blur - ialwbty au
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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader but this primarily features percy jackson & sister!reader
summary: somehow, someway, you come back.
a/n: wow it has been a while hasn't it!! 148 days to be exact!! im always thinking about these two in the corner of my mind and ive been wanting to write this au since i got an ask about it, originally i was going to do it all as a big long one shot but i just want to get something out lol. and this will give me more freedom to do wte i want with this au instead of just having one big one shot and leaving it. anyways enjoy there is actually some fluff for once but still some emotional damage and there is more to come!! also reader is 19 and percy is 15
wc: 3.5k
warning(s): hurricane dies but she has come back!! told through percy's pov. angst, hurt/comfort, signature percy jackson guilt, but some fluffy sibling moments<3
Percy doesnât end up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning out of instinct, foresight, or any kind of divine âchosen oneâ intervention.Â
He ends up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning because some Apollo kid was hooking up with an Ares kid on the beach, and they found you.Â
They found you, not Percy. He didnât even have a clue until he woke up to Chiron in his cabin.
Percy had had his fair share of rude awakenings over the years, usually because of horrific demigod prophetic dreams, but the expression on Chironâs face immediately alerted Percy that something was wrong, even through his groggy haze.Â
âChiron?â he rasps, and he sits up as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He has to make sure heâs not still dreaming.Â
âIâm sorry to wake you, Percy,â he says. âBut I need you to come with me.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks. âIs everyone okay? Is camp okay? Is there an invasion?âÂ
âNothing so ghastly,â Chiron says. Though his tone is a bit lighter, it still doesnât ease Percyâs concerns. âBut it does concern you.âÂ
âGreat,â Percy mumbles, and he pulls himself out of bed. Normally he would have the foresight to change, but a part of him is still worried that Christmas has come early and Kronos has already invaded the city.Â
So he follows Chironâwith all the sneaking around heâs done since getting to camp, itâs strange to be out this late and not have to worry about being eaten aliveâclad in flannel pajama pants, a Yankeeâs tee, and Converse he didnât get the chance to fully lace up.Â
âYouâd tell me if something was wrong,â Percy says, glancing up at him. âRight?âÂ
âOf course,â he nods. âI wouldnât classify this as something going wrong. Just⊠rather shocking.âÂ
âGreat,â he repeats. âAre you going to tell me?âÂ
Chiron is silent for a moment, and Percy frowns. âNow Iâm really worried.âÂ
âI suppose itâs best to rip the bandage off,â Chiron says. He stops right outside the Big House and lets out a sigh. âAn hour ago, a girl was found on the beach. She looked as if sheâd been washed ashore.âÂ
Percyâs frown deepens. âWhat? Godsâ is she okay?âÂ
âYes,â Chiron says. âI checked her over for injuries, but she only had some minor bruises. No water in her lungs, somehow.âÂ
âThatâs crazy,â he says. âHow could someone even wash up here? Even with demigodsâ donât we have protections against that?âÂ
âAll of this makes me believe there was some⊠divine intervention,â Chiron says slowly. âEspecially with who she is.âÂ
Percy crosses his arms. âYouâre making this sound like a huge deal. Who is she?â
âPercy,â Chiron says, soft but firm, âitâs your sister. Somehow, sheâs come back to life.âÂ
And for a second, all he can do is stare.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI could never forget her face,â he says. âOr the presence of a child of Poseidon.âÂ
Percy shakes his head. âNo, Chironâ if this is a joke, itâs not funny.â He huffs a mirthless laugh and looks down at his hands. âAnd if this is a shitty dream, then itâs really shitty.âÂ
âPerseus, this is real,â he states.Â
Heâs still shaking his head. âHow can it be real? Sheâs deadâ sheâs been dead for years.â
âI donât know,â he admits. âMr. D has already gone back to Olympus to figure it out. But if I had to guess, your father decided to meddle.â
He wants to call it a lie. Honestly, he wants to punch Chiron for getting his hopes up about something like this. But deep down, Percy knows heâs telling the truth.Â
âCan I see her?â he asks. âIsâ is she okay? Does she know who she is?â
âIn time,â Chiron says. âI cannot be sure, but it doesnât look like she remembers anything from her life.âÂ
Percy shakes his head again. It doesnât feel real. Heâs imagined what it would feel like to meet you since the moment Luke told him about you, but he knew it could never happen.Â
But now, all that stands between Percy and his sister is a few doors.Â
âI want to see her,â he says.
âOf course,â Chiron nods. âI just need to make sure it wonât mess with her further. This isnât like Thalia coming back with the fleeceâthough I have suspicions, I canât be sure how this happened. It could be a very delicate matter.âÂ
âAs long as it doesnât hurt her more.âÂ
Chiron nods again and he opens the door to the Big House. He follows him up to his office door, then stops when Chiron gestures at the couch.Â
âI just need to discuss a few more things with her.âÂ
Percy nods wordlessly and sits down, then Chiron disappears into his office.Â
A million things are running through Percyâs mind, namely guilt.Â
Shouldnât he have been the one to find you?Â
Maybe it doesnât make sense, but itâs you.Â
Youâre his sister. Heâs always had a connection to you, even when you were goneâgods, the night after he found out you existed you appeared in his dreams. Percyâs spent almost every moment since he found out about you wishing you were still here, that he could meet you, and when it finally does happenâsomehow, because he still doesnât understand what the fuck went on for this to happenâheâs not even the one to find you? Heâs just asleep like every other night?
He huffs a sigh as he hunches over, his forearms on his knees. His leg bounces up and down at a rapid pace, moving his entire body with it, but this is one time he canât lay his ADHD to rest. Heâs more surprised he isnât up pacing the entire room for the hundredth time.Â
If Percy feels like this, he canât even imagine how you must feel. To come back for seemingly no reason with no memories, after four years in Elysium.Â
Luke said youâd been killed by a monster. You were buried like any other person.Â
You were gone.
But you just⊠came back. Â
He lets out another harried sigh and falls back against the couch. Heâs exhausted, but thereâs no chance of him being able to go back to sleep. Not with you around.Â
Suddenly, the door opens, and Percy instantly darts up from his seat. You walk out with Chiron and itâs almost surreal.
You look like all the pictures, all his dreams, just olderâmore mature. He wants to cry and scream and hug you all at once.Â
Your eyes widen slightly, and you glance at Chiron for a moment before you focus back on Percy.
âUhâ sorry,â he says, wincing a bit. He doesnât know how to act around you, not when he knows you but you donât know him. âI waited for you. I thought it would be good to have someone on the other side.âÂ
âThatâs really nice,â you murmur. âI⊠I see why. Word on the street is that youâre my brother.âÂ
Percy nods way too many times. âYeah. Uhâ yeah. Weâre both children ofââÂ
He pauses, his gaze moving past you to Chiron. He has to have explained all this to you, right?Â
âPoseidon,â you finish, and you let out a slightly shaky laugh. âChiron laid out all the basics.âÂ
âThis has all got to be really confusing,â he says. âI remember how lost I was when I first got to camp, and I didnât evenâŠâÂ
âDie?â you ask wryly. He nods again. He really canât finish any sentence around youâheâs so worried of saying the wrong thing and accidentally hurting you. Percy doesnât know how any of this works.
âItâs strange,â you admit. âI⊠I lived this whole life before this, and I donât even remember any of it.â
Percyâs heart clenches painfully. He doesnât know how heâs going to explain everything to you when you start remembering.Â
When you start remembering Luke.Â
âReally?â he asks. âThereâs nothing?â
You shake your head. âI have my name, but thatâs all. AndâŠâ
Percy frowns. âWhat?â
You pause for a moment before you shake your head again. âNothing. This is justâŠâ
âWeird?âÂ
You nod with a slight laugh. âYeah. To say the least.â
âIf it makes you feel better, youâre not the first person to come back to life,â Percy says. âUh, a girl named Thalia used to be a tree before she was turned back into a human.â
You frown. âWow.â
âWe can get to all of that some other day,â Chiron thankfully interrupts. âPercy, will you take her back to your cabin?â
âYouâre sure we wonât get eaten by the harpies?â Percy asks. âAello is out for my blood.â
âI promise,â Chiron says. He glances at you, your frown noticeably deeper, and he looks back at Percy. âPerhaps we should, ah, hold off on this sort of discussion. Until tomorrow, at least.â
âOf course,â Percy says. âSorry. You must be exhausted.âÂ
âA little,â you admit. âApparently coming back to life takes it out of you.âÂ
âCome back here first thing in the morning,â Chiron says. âWe have⊠quite a bit to talk about.âÂ
âThatâs an understatement,â you murmur.Â
Percy smiles a bit, and he gestures with his head for you to follow him. You do, and Chiron goes back into his office. He nabs a bag of ambrosia squares from an empty bedside as the two of you go through the infirmary just to be safe, and when he glances back at you he sees you frowning.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks. âDoes anything hurt?âÂ
âYouâre a Yankees fan?â you say instead.Â
Percy blinks, then he realizes youâre looking at his shirt. âUhâ yeah.â He chuckles. âIâm from New York, and my mom loves them, soâŠâ he tugs at his shirt. âI know you like the Red Sox. Sorry.â
âItâs okay,â you say. âWe canât all be perfect.âÂ
Percy canât help but smile. You died and came back to life, and you remember nothing but your name and your love for the Boston Red Sox.Â
âThat means you keep up with baseball, right?âÂ
âWhen I can,â he says. âWe donât really have technology out here.âÂ
âHave the Red Sox won a world series since Iâve been gone?âÂ
âThey won last year, actually.â
Your eyes widen and you instantly grin. âReally?â
He nods. âThey beat the Cardinals.â
âThatâ thatâs huge!â you exclaim. âOh my god, they broke the curse and I didnât get to see it? This is the worst thing thatâs ever happened to me!â
âYou know you died, right?â
âAnd look how well that worked out for me.â You shake your head. âI need to go to the library or something and find some footage.â
âAs much as I would love to do that,â Percy says, âwe have a few other things we have to focus on.â
You huff and shake your head. âFine. But as soon as we figure all this out, Iâm figuring out some way to see those games.âÂ
Percy chuckles. âI donât think anyoneâll deny you that.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
Silence settles over the two of you as you walk back to the Poseidon cabin, and Percy just feels awkward.Â
He always thought about what he would say to you if he finally got to see you again, and now youâre alive somehow and right next to him and he has no idea what to do.Â
âYouâre sure youâre not hurt?â Percy finally decides on. âChiron said you just washed up on shore.âÂ
âI feel surprisingly okay,â you say. âAll I remember is waking up at the bottom of the lake. I thought I was going to drown, so I kicked my way up, and then got to shore.â You shake your head. âSomehow, I didnât drown. My clothes werenât even wet. Iâve got to be the luckiest person out there.âÂ
âYouâre a child of Poseidon,â he says. âWe canât breathe underwater so we canât drown, and our clothes donât get wet unless we want them to.âÂ
âLike I said,â you incline your head, âluckiest person out there.âÂ
âI just donât get why youâre back,â Percy says. âDonât get me wrong, Iâm glad you are. I just donât understand how, or whyâ or why now.âÂ
You open your mouth to say something, but youâre not able to get any words out before a yawn interrupts it.Â
âMaybe thatâs a tomorrow problem,â you say.Â
âI think youâre right,â Percy says. He opens the door to the camp store and you follow him inside, but you frown.Â
âWhat is this?âÂ
âThe camp store,â he says. âYou donât really have anything, so I wanted to get you some things.âÂ
You just stare as he starts taking things. âYouâre just⊠stealing?âÂ
âJust a couple toiletries and some clothing,â he says. âThey wonât miss it.â He stashes it all in a Camp Halfblood tote bag and holds it out to you, and though youâre a bit hesitant, you still take it.Â
âThanks,â you say. âWe wonât get in trouble?âÂ
âI think everyone will cut you some slack for a while,â Percy says. âA guy did this for me my first day and it helpsâmakes you feel more at home.âÂ
You hum, and this time you open the door for Percy. âNice guy.âÂ
Percy swallows the sudden lump in his throat, trying to ignore the chill that trickles down his spine as he realizes the implications of his words.Â
âYeah,â Percy mutters. âHe was.âÂ
Eventually, the two of you get back to the Poseidon cabin. He opens the door for you and you slowly walk inside.Â
Again, itâs strange that youâre here. Itâs like if a piece of his history textbook suddenly came to life and started walking aroundâheâs heard so much about you, imagined what he thought would be an impossible meeting so many times, but now that itâs actually happening he doesnât know what to do.Â
And it hits even more as you walk over to a picture of yourself hanging on the wall, surrounded by a myriad of others.Â
Itâs one of many of you and Luke, him holding you close with an arm slung around your shoulder as you beam at the camera with the brightest smile imaginable. Before Luke got his scar, before you died, before he went off the deep end.Â
âI put a couple of your pictures up,â Percy rushes to explain, his throat feeling scratchy, âand a few of your old things. Asâ as a way to remember you.â
âI love it,â you say, and the tension dissolves in his shoulders when he sees your smile. It really is so much brighter in person. âIâ I canât believe I donât remember any of this.â
âWeâll figure out a way to get it back,â Percy says. âI promise.âÂ
âDonât make promises you canât keep,â you say idly as you continue to take all the pictures in. He canât imagine what it must feel like to see all these memories of a past life you have no recollection of.Â
âI donât,â he says. âWeâre gonna figure it out.â
Youâre silent for a while as you keep looking at them. Then you take one of the pictures off the wall, the one of you and Luke at a baseball game.Â
âLuke,â you murmur, as if you donât realize youâre saying it out loud. You blink, then you turn to Percy. âHis name is Luke, isnât it?â
He nods, almost in disbelief. You donât remember a damn thing about your old life but you know Lukeâs name.
How is Percy supposed to tell you what he did?Â
You laugh softly as you trail your nail over the edge. âWe mustâve been pretty close if I got him to go to a Red Sox game.â You look over at Percy. âDoes he go here too?â
After a moment, Percy shakes his head. âHeâ uh, he used to.â
âMakes sense,â you murmur, and you put the picture back on the wall. âI got the easy way out. Everyone else had to deal with the fallout.â
Percy frowns. âYou were killed by a monster. I donât think anyone considers that the easy way out.âÂ
âIt kinda was,â you say with a shrug. âIâ I donât remember much about it, but Chiron said I was in Elysium. There arenât any monsters down there, and there certainly arenât any responsibilities.â
âWell,â Percy sits down on his bed, âIâm glad youâre here. You donât know how many times Iâve imagined meeting you.âÂ
You chuckle. âI didnât know I was so popular.âÂ
âIâm serious,â he says. âPoseidon is one of the Big Three, and they made an oath not to have kids. I was the only Big Three kid in general when I got to campâwhen I found out about you, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to have a sister to talk about all of this with.âÂ
Your eyes soften, and you lean against his bed frame. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âWhat are you sorry about?âÂ
âIâ I donât know,â you say with a slight laugh. âI just feel bad that I couldnât be there for you.âÂ
âYouâre already doing a pretty good job at being a big sister,â Percy says wryly.Â
âThanks,â you say. âYouâre doing a pretty good job at being a younger brother.âÂ
Percy laughs and smiles, and you smile too. Heâs beginning to understand what Luke always said, about your presence embodying warmth. Heâs only been around you for a few minutes and he already feels better.Â
âIâve never had a brother before this,â you say. âSo there might be a couple speed bumps.âÂ
âWeâll get through them together,â Percy says. âBesides, I⊠I kind of always considered you my sister. Ever since I found out about you, even though you wereâŠâÂ
âDead?â you guess, and he winces. You chuckle a bit. âItâs still weird for me, too. Canât imagine what it must be like for all of you.âÂ
âWeird,â he says without really thinking. âReally weird. But Iâm thankful that youâre back.âÂ
You smile. âSo am I, Percy.âÂ
You let out another yawn, and you sit down on the bed across from him. âGod, what time is it?âÂ
Percy glances at the clock in the corner. â3:34.âÂ
You whistle. âI really chose a great time to come back, huh?âÂ
He chuckles, and he kicks off his shoes as gets up to turn the lights off. âI think some sleep would do us both some good.âÂ
You nod and do the same. As you lay back, one hand behind your head, you continue to look around the cabin.Â
âAre these your band posters?âÂ
He shakes his head as he sits back down. âTheyâre yours, actually, but youâve got good taste. I love Pearl Jam.âÂ
âI used to have good taste, you mean,â you say wryly.Â
âHey,â he says. âI meant what I told you. Weâre gonna get your memories back.âÂ
âHow are you so sure?âÂ
âIâve done a lot of impossible things,â Percy says. âAnd so have you, from what Iâve heard. Itâs kind of the Poseidon kid way, honestly.âÂ
âYouâll have to teach me some things, then.âÂ
âAnd when you get your memory back, youâll have to do the same,â he says.Â
You smile and nod. âDeal.âÂ
Percy smiles too, and he lays down. âYou really should try and get some sleep. Chiron wasnât joking when he said we have a lot to talk about.â He huffs a slight laugh. âWhatever the reason is for you coming back, I guarantee thereâs gonna be some people upstairs that are mad about it.âÂ
Your eyebrows rise. âUpstairs?âÂ
âOlympus,â he says. âThe gods donât really like things happening out of their control.âÂ
You hum, and for a moment thereâs nothing but silence and the sound of both your breathing. Itâs a little strange having someone else here other than Tyson, but heâs thankful for it.Â
âWhatâs gonna happen to me?â you ask. Thereâs an edge of fear in your voice, and Percy frowns.Â
âNothing.âÂ
âDonât lie.âÂ
âNothing is going to happen,â he repeats. âIâm not going to let anything happen. The gods have already messed with your life enoughâthey donât get to do it again.âÂ
Percy half-expects to hear the sound of thunder echoing across camp, but the silence continues. Maybe Zeus isnât listening in on him for once, or maybe he just expects the disrespect at this point.Â
âI really am the luckiest person,â you say. âIâve got someone like you looking out for me.âÂ
âYou were looking out for me when you were gone,â he says. âYou might not remember, but I could feel it. So Iâm just repaying the favor.âÂ
Again, silence. Itâs temporarily interrupted by the sound of sheets shifting, then you speak.Â
âIâm really glad I got to meet you, Percy,â you murmur.Â
He canât help but smile, and he tries to ignore the tears beginning to spring in his eyes. He has no idea why youâre backâno idea what this could mean. Maybe your dad did bring you back, maybe itâs a bizarre case like Thalia, maybe you play a part in something that they donât even know about yet and it's nothing but bad news.
But for once in his life, Percyâs not going to question it.Â
Youâre alive and youâre here.Â
For now, thatâs all he needs.Â
âMe too,â he whispers.
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan fic#luke castellan angst#percy jackson and the olympians x reader#pjo x reader#x reader#daughter of poseidon#child of poseidon#sadie writes
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Personal heating | B.B
No matter how good a heating can be, it will never be as good as your boyfriend, and there are more than just one way to help you feel better in his embrace.
//Pairing// Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
//Wordcount// 4.889 Words
//Warnings// Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, dom!Bucky, warming feet which leads to sexual content, teasing, begging, praises, dirty talk, fingering (fem!rec), oral (fem!rec), unprotected p in v, bit of aftercare, fluff
//Authors Note// I re-wrote that oneshot after deleting it here. So I hope you all like it.
//Events// Hot Bucky Summer | Week 12 | âWhat should I wear?", Lingerie, Chastity Belt, Nothing | @buckybarnesevents | Bucky Barnes Bingo | BO23 | U3 | Stay still | @buckybarnesbingo
// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //
Heavy raindrops slowly roll down the window of your apartment â your and Buckyâs apartment. Youâre curled up with your boyfriend on the couch, watching the scene from your favorite movie on television. Itâs one of the movies that includes the perfect amount of action, fun, and love.
Youâre sitting underneath a bunch of blankets, and even though the hearing is on, you still feel a cold shiver running through your body when you move a bit. Sitting between the ends of the couch and Bucky doesnât help either, and as much as you love his warmth, your feet are still freezing.
Bucky mumbles softly as you move from one position to another to find a comfortable and warmer one. âSit still, babydoll,â he grumbles, grasping your legs to pull them over his lap. He knows that his touch is helping you calm down. Bucky doesnât mind you moving, but he knows that you will be annoyed with yourself the more you move and donât find the comfortable position youâre looking for.
His left hand is moving up your thigh, his metal thumb circling your skin softly. With his long, thick fingers, he is kneeling your thigh softly, causing you to sigh and lean back, finally sitting in a position you like. His other hand slides over your legs, grasping your legs tighter to hold them in place on his lap.
His touch helped you to relax and warm a bit, but your feet are still cold, and youâre pretty sure that you canât feel them anymore. No blanket and not even Bucky's warmth is helping you to warm them â at least not until an idea comes into your mind that includes your boyfriend and warm feet.
You shift once again, sighing happily when you feel Buckyâs warmth at your feet. The moment they land on the thin fabric that covers Buckyâs cock and thighs, he yelps. âFuck! Doll, your feet!â
Bucky brings both his hands to your feet, grasping them, but youâre pressing them on his crotch, not too much to hurt him but enough that he decides itâs better he doesnât try to move them away from his cock. Plus, your feet are already warming up, so thatâs definitely a good point.
âHuh?â You ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible, when you giggle and look at Bucky, who breathes heavily and clenches his jaw. âThey are under the blanket.â
âNoâ Yes, but they are freezing, babydoll!â He huffs, seeing you nod with a grin spread on your lips. âYou placed them on my cock!â
âI know, but they warm up already, please, Buck,â you beg, pouting. And damn, he canât help but give in when you look at him with that adorable pout and slight frown on your face. He sighs, nodding and removing his hands from your feet, placing them back on your legs to keep caressing your soft skin there.
Bucky glares at you, and then he chuckles softly. Everyone would back off if he glared at them like that, but you know that Bucky only does that to tease you â to earn a smile or giggle from you. Because he doesnât look much like a dangerous man when he glares like that, not really, more like a sweet puppy who just wants some cuddles. Plus, he would never hurt you or be mad at you â especially not because of things like that.
You once used all the magnets you found and put them on his left arm, just to see if they would stick, and they did. Your boyfriend wasnât mad at you, he chuckled, and from there, you sometimes write notes and stick them with a magnet to his arm so he immediately sees them when he gets up. You do it when Bucky comes home from work late and you have to get up early.
âOke, now pay attention to the television; your feet are warmer now, so there is no need to shift around and make my cock freeze with your cold feet. I love you, babydoll,â he chuckles, getting a soft giggle from you too.
âMy personal heating; I love you too, Buck,â you mumble.
Finally, warm and cozy, you focus on the movie. Buckyâs fingers are still drawing small circles on your leg, and you feel the heat rushing to your core. Usually you can cuddle with Bucky for hours and wonât be turned on like that, but you almost clench your thighs together to stop your cunt from dripping. Maybe itâs your feet on his crotch combined with his fingers caressing your leg â whichever reason it is, you crave more of his touch.
âBabydoll.â His tone is warning when he turns his head to face you. His ocean blue eyes darken, and you notice the clenching of his jaw. âStop that!â
You whine, pouting once again. âBut Bucky, Iâm not doing anyââ You get interrupted by his hand squeezing your thigh and his raised eyebrows.
âDonât tempt me, stop that. Immediately!â He says it through gritted teeth. And maybe you would do it, maybe you would listen to him, but not when his touch feels so good, and especially not when his cock is growing underneath the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
You continue moving your toes on his crotch, massaging Buckyâs hardening length with a grin on your lips. âWhat do you want me to stop with?â
âMoving your toââ Bucky moans, your toes digging into his cock, and he canât help but thrust his hips upwards and against your feet. âFuck, you're making me hard with that. Wiggling your toes to get my attention, huh, babygirl?â
âSounds like a problem you have in your pants, not me,â you giggle, getting exactly what you want him to do. He growls, frowning at you, before he smirks.
âThatâs what you want, getting my cock hard to fuck your already dripping cunt, isnât it, doll? Yeah, youâre fucking wet for me just because I caressed your skin,â he notices, grinning widening when a soft whine leaves your lips. He knows he is right, he knows you and your body so well, and you know how to get his cock hard and ready for you.Â
âW-who said Iâm dripping?â You try to make your voice and expression as innocent as possible.
âPlease, doll, lemme make you feel good,â he plays along, thrusting upwards once again. You smirk as he shifts and digs his fingers further into the soft skin of your leg. Playing along with you and making you think youâre in charge is his favorite because he knows heâs the one in charge.
âYou sound like a sweet little puppy, Buck,â you tease, wiggling your toes on his crotch a bit more. He groans, unsure if it just turns him on beyond belief or if he just wants to show you that he isnât the puppy you think he is. But itâs definitely both, because you know damn well that he is the one who is in charge and that he makes you feel good in a way only he can.
Bucky guides one of his hands until he reaches your ankles, gripping them and pushing them apart so he can sit between them. He grins at you as he shifts to sit in between your legs, his knees holding your legs apart, and towers over you. His hands are on both sides of your body, his thumbs digging into your skin as he towers over you.
âYouâre such a tease, doll,â he groans, his lips crashing on yours. The soft blue in his eyes turned immediately dark, his puppy eyes looking now like the eyes of a hungry predator, ready to pounce itself on its prey.
He lowers his kisses down to your jawline until he reaches your neck, biting and nipping at your sensitive skin. Bucky smiles as moans slip past your lips because of the slight pain mixed with the pleasure he causes with his bites. His hands slide down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants. Bucky pulls them down, together with your panties and reveals your throbbing cunt.
âSomeoneâs really needy, huh?â You ask with a soft chuckle and run your fingers through his soft brown hair. He looks down at you, narrowing his eyebrows.
Bucky chuckles, shaking his head as he moves his hand up your inner thigh until he reaches your already wet pussy. His lips turn into an even wider smile when his fingertips touch your wetness. Bucky moves his thick fingers slowly through your folds until he reaches your entrance. His fingers are covered in your arousal when he lifts them to look at him and give you a look at them as well.
âWho is the needy one, doll? Youâre dripping wet and tell me that Iâm needy, yeah?â He chuckles, bringing his fingers to his lips, and circles his tongue around his digits, causing you to moan.
âIâm not the one with a hard cock because his girlfriend warmed her feet in her boyfriend's crotch,â you remind him, tightening your grip in his hair when he lowers his hand to your hips again.
âBut I didnât do anything yet, which caused my pussy to be wet like that,â he points out, empathizing the âmy pussyâ to make it clear itâs his and only his pussy.
âYouâre? Prove it, babyboy. Show me whatâs yours.â You grin at him. And thatâs exactly what he is doing, proving that his pussy belongs to him just like you.
The brown-haired man pushes two of his fingers inside of you, the stretch making you gasp. His fingers are thick, and he doesnât give you time to adjust before thrusting them in and out of you. With every thrust forward, he pushes deeper into your tight cunt. Your walls clench around his fingers, sucking them deeper in. With your hands still buried in his hair, you pull at them, moaning loudly, trying to ground yourself. Buckyâs enchanted by the scene in front of him, groaning while thrusting his fingers in a steady but fast rhythm into your tight pussy.
The squelching noise of your dripping pussy follows every thrust from him. Bucky loves the sounds that constantly leave your lips. The tip of his fingers massages your sweet spot as he curls his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge. He could look at you the whole day being spread out for him like youâre right now, making you come over his fingers or tongue and enjoy your soft moan and whines when he fucks you hard.
Your boyfriend lowers his head and moves down to kiss your thighs, then back up to your cunt. His tongue darts out, licking through your wet folds. Bucky growls at your sweet taste, sucking your clit between his lips so softly. Your eyes flutter shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. The brown-haired man smirks and groans in response, imagining how much youâre going to squeeze his cock. Squeezing him into your tightness until he comes, sucking him in deeper, and you will take his come like a good girl.
âBucky, please. Feels so good, need you,â you whine, arching your back and pressing yourself more onto his fingers.
âDonât dare to come before I allow you to do so. I want to hear that youâre mine and that this pussy belongs to me. Say it. Scream it and then come,â he says, turned on by the surprised expression on your face.
Bucky is always possessive around you, especially during sex. But he never wanted you to scream those words before. He loves when you tell him youâre his, but this turns you on beyond belief, especially because he wonât allow you to come otherwise.
He moves his fingers at a brutal pace inside of you, curling them. Bucky hits your sweet spot a few more times, his tongue joining his fingers inside of you. The coil in your stomach tightens, you know youâre close, almost over the edge.
âFuckââ you mumble, throwing your head back. âPlease! Iâm yours, all yours! Pussy belongs to you, I BELONG TO YOU, please!â
Bucky groans, he feels the way your walls tighten around his fingers and your wetness grows. His rock-hard cock is pressing against the fabric of his boxers, and he feels his weeping tip wetting his boxer briefs already. The coil in your stomach grows with every movement of his fingers and tongue, bringing you so close to the edge that it doesnât need much more before you chase your orgasm. Bucky chuckles, watching the way you move your hips against his hand and tongue. He slows his fingers down just a bit, smirking at the way you pout and try to fuck yourself on his fingers.
âBucky, please,â you whine, your fingers pulling at his hair and closer to your pussy.
He moves his head a few inches away from your cunt, looking up with his mouth and beard wet from your arousal. Buckyâs tongue darts out, sliding across his lips to lick off your sweet juices. âCome, now! All over my fingers, babydoll.â
Bucky curls his fingers deep in your cunt, massaging your sweet spot and making you come all over his fingers. Bucky presses his mouth between your legs again, taking everything he can get off your pussy. With a loud moan and while you arch your back, you feel the overwhelming sensation rushing through your body. Bucky still moves his fingers, fucking you through your orgasm.
âBucky, s-so sensitive,â you whimper, trying to get away from him, but he holds you in place.
âI know, but youâre doing so well for me, doll. One more, give me one more, and then I will give you my cock,â he growls, bringing his lips down to your clit again and swirling his tongue around it.
With a nod, you throw your head back into the pillow. Arching your back, you feel your second orgasm build up. Buckyâs tongue combined with his fingers works just so well; he could bring you to the edge with them over and over again if he wanted to.
His fingers are deep inside of you, hitting all the right places. Bucky knows your body better than you know it yourself. He can make you come within a minute, but you canât complain about it. Even though his fingers feel good, just like his tongue, nothing compares to his thick, large cock.
Your boyfriend's thick fingers move slowly, working you open for his cock. He always makes sure you feel every inch of him, chasing the pleasure youâre asking for. Your pussy clenching around him in the most perfect way, anticipation grows in his lower stomach, and Bucky canât wait to push his cock into you, feeling your warm, clenching pussy around him.
âMhhhâ so close, arenât you?â Bucky teases, his thumb replacing his mouth and circling your clit in tight circles. He puts a bit of pressure on it, causing you to almost scream about the sensation.
Your own loud moan interrupts yourself before you can tell him that youâre close to the edge. So close that it only needs his thumb on your clit to bring you over the edge a second time in a row.
Your fingers dig into his hair, trying to ground yourself. Bucky smiles mischievously while he looks at you and then back at his fingers, still pumping in and out of your pussy.
He loves the view of his fingers disappearing inside of you, not as much as the way your pussy looks around his cock, but still good enough. Buckyâs fingers are covered in your arousal as he fucks you through your orgasm, letting you feel every inch of his fingers.
Bucky still rubs your clit, it feels already overstimulating, but your soft whines have to turn into a scream before he stops. He just canât get enough of it, knowing that youâre fucked out but still hungry for more â for his cock. When a scream wrecks through you, he lets go of you, smirking at you.
âDoing so well for me, babydoll. Iâm sure the neighbors have heard you, such a good girl. Still hungry for more, huh? Need my cock so badly, donât you?â He mocks in a playful way, he brings his fingers to his mouth, twirling his tongue around them before he pulls them out and holds them in front of your mouth. âSuck, babydoll.â
You do as youâre told, trying to speak while his fingers are still in your mouth. âI need you inside of me, Bucky, please,â you beg, knowing that he would give you his cock if you begged or not.
âYou just had me inside of you, or donât you think my fingers and tongue count?â He asks, smirking as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. âYou just sucked them clean, doll.â
You groan, frustrated. Bucky knows exactly what you want â what you need. But your boyfriend enjoys it when you beg for him. Or the way you look at him with your widened eyes, lips parted but too shy to ask directly for his cock.
âBucky-â you try again, hoping he will just push his boxer briefs down and place himself between your spread but legs. But the brown-haired man wouldnât be the one he is, wouldnât he tease you a bit more.
âTell me what you want, say it, babydoll,â he smirks, leaning back to get rid of the fabric of his boxers. Your eyes roam over his face and down to his chest until you reach his trained abs. The moment he pushes the fabric down, his weeping cock springs free, slapping against his stomach.
But he isnât the only one who can tease; you sit up slightly, stripping as slowly as possible out of your shirt. Bucky stares at you, his eyes focused on your chest, and he groans when you lean back the moment he reaches out to grasp your tits.
âDo you need help?â He asks with an almost pleading look, wanting to touch you so badly, but you shake your head.
âBe a good boy and take your hands away; instead of touching me, you could get rid of your shirt and the blankets,â you say, narrowing your eyebrows.
Bucky rolls his eyes playfully, pouting at you, but does as he is told. He takes off his clothes completely and places them with the blanket on the ground, then he grasps your ankles and pulls you closer, sitting in between your legs. Bucky licks his lips, grasping his cock and sliding the tip through your wet folds, groaning deep in his throat.
âWhat do you want me to do, huh?â Your boyfriend asks, slapping his cock against your sensitive bundle of nerves and causing a jolt through your body.
âYouâre such a tease, so give me your cock already, or Iâm going to take it,â you mumble, smiling as innocently as you can at the brown-haired one.
He grins, his hands grasping your waist, and he turns you around in one smooth movement. Youâre now on your hands and knees, ass rubbing over Buckyâs cock. Your boyfriend takes his cock, lining himself up. His soft, leaning tip rubs over your entrance, and Bucky covers his cock in your arousal before slowly pushing into you.
âYou take what you want if I don't give it to you?â He whispers into your ear, and as you try to nod, he pushes his thick cock inside of you with one hard thrust, causing you to gasp. Your fingers are digging into the fabric of the couch as you feel every inch of him deep in your tight cunt.
Bucky holds you tightly by your hips, giving you a moment to adjust to his size and himself to get used to the squeezing of your cunt so he wonât come like a teenager. âFuck, you always feel so perfect, so fucking tight for me,â he mumbles, inhaling deeply.
After a moment, he starts thrusting his hips slowly, leaning down to kiss your shoulders and neck. Buckyâs hands slide up and down your sides, chasing goosebumps all over your body, and you shiver slightly underneath his soft touch. Bucky pulls completely out of you before pushing back into you, staying there for a moment before doing the same again.
You moan softly, sucking his cock deeper into your tightness, but you want more. You need Bucky to be rough and fuck you instead of being soft and careful. You need your boyfriend to fuck you hard.
âYouâre doing so well for me, babyboy. Such a sweet and shy puppy for me, huh?â you ask in a teasing voice. A big smirk spreads across your lips, and he growls behind you â exactly where you want him to be, rough and dominating.
âDonât push the limits, doll,â he says through gritted teeth, sliding his hands around your body to cup your breast on his big palms and roll your nipples.
âBuck, baby, you can be honest and say that youâre such a sweet sub for me. Thrusting into me so softly and shyly, itâs oke, Iâm gonna take care of you when youâre cute cock is all sensitive,â you giggle, moaning when his grip around your hips tightens. He no longer rolls your nipples between his digits, Bucky pinches them now, earning one whimper after another.
âIâm only soft because I love you. But you know damn well that I can be rough when you push my limits, babydoll,â he growls darkly, a soft smirk tugging at his lips, and he snaps his hips into yours, his balls slapping against your cunt. Your arousal is already flowing down his large balls, causing a wet sound whenever they hit your pussy.
The words you want to say stick in your throat the moment he speeds up his pace. Bucky growls, his grip tightens, and he fucks into you with fast and brutal thrusts, chuckling at the way the cries leave your parted lips.
âThatâs what you need, doll? Need me to be rough with you. Yes, thatâs what you need. Doing so well for me, look at my pussy, squeezing me so damn well,â Bucky breathes out heavily, grinding against you.
You arch your back, pressing more against him, and try to catch his movements to get more of him. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every one of his movements, causing the pleasure in your stomach to grow once again. âF-fuck, Buc!â
âCanât even use your words anymore? Already fucked dumb by me, doll? Did I fuck you so well that everything in your mind is my dick inside your tight pussy?â He mocks in a playful way, enjoying the way your pussy hugs his length even tighter at his words.
Bucky loves teasing you, the way youâre whining and trying to argue but he just makes you forget all the words you would like to say. The way youâre gripping the fabric of the couch or the way you press yourself more against him â quietly asking him for more â makes him go feral every time.
Your boyfriend slides his metal arm over your back until he reaches your neck. He then wraps his hand around your throat, making you gasp. The cold metal is a hard contrast to your heated skin and lets you shiver. Bucky pulls you up with him, his hand holding your throat tight but not choking you. Your back is pressed against his muscular chest, feeling every muscle when he pushes his cock deeper into you.
And wouldnât your cunt be completely throbbing already, it would be by now, because his hand around your throat gets that effect all the time â and Buckyâs knows how much it turns you one, being fucked by him with his hand holding you around your throat tightly.
The new angle makes it possible for him to thrust even deeper, you both are moaning when he hits your sweet spot, and it causes your walls to squeeze his twitching cock. Your pussy is still sensitive because of the orgasm before, so you feel every bit of his cock even more intensely, every inch, and even his vein when his cock strokes your pulsating walls.
âBucky, pl-please, so close,â you whine, sneaking your hands to your breasts to play with them. Bucky groans, his lips trailing up and down your neck. Watching you play with your tits like that causes his cock to twitch once again.
âHold it. Youâre so perfectly warm and tight, babydoll,â he moans, his teeth grazing over your soft skin. He then sinks them into your soft flesh, biting into your neck. You want to complain that he doesnât let you come, but your bodyâs response to his words is just another tight squeezing of your cunt. Bucky curses under his breath. âFuck, if your pussy is continuing to cling to my cock like that, itâs hard not to come.â
He pulls you closer, his hot breath wandering over your neck. He once again kisses your shoulder and up to your jawline. Then he pulls out of you with a gasp, leaving you desperate and empty. Bucky chuckles, already knowing that you want to complain that he doesnât let you come and that he should better make you come or else youâre going to use a toy â which isnât even half as good as Bucky.
âIâ BUCKY!â You groan, but you get interrupted when he grasps your waist and turns you around. He easily does that, placing you on your back and sitting in between your legs, looking down at you. His tongue slides across his lips, wetting them as he pushes back into you.
âI wanna look into your pretty face when you fall apart for me, on my cock,â he says softly, using his metal hand to wipe a strand of your hair behind your ear and place the hand back at your throat. He leans down and kisses you, his cock deep inside your tight channel.
Your boyfriend doesnât try to be soft right now, you would only tease him, so he immediately fucks you like a wild animal. His cock is being pushed as deep as possible into you. Your fingers wrap around his metal arm. Moans and whines leave your lips while Bucky brings you closer to your orgasm.
âDonât you dare to stay quiet when you come, I want to hear you. Understood, pretty girl?â You nod at his question. Bucky grasps both of your legs â one after the other â to place them against his broad shoulders. He is now hitting an even deeper point inside you.
His fleshy hand snakes down your stomach to play with your clit, causing you to yell at the sensation. Bucky rubs tight circles on it, causing you to throw your head back and your hands to hold his other hand even tighter, trying to ground you as best as you can while your boyfriend fucks you like he turned into an animal.
The coil in your stomach tightens with every hard movement, his cock hitting your cervix over and over again until you almost scream his name from the feeling of your orgasm crashing into you. Your pussy is gripping Buckyâs length so hard that he can barely move.
His name leaves your lips as moans and whimpers when he doesnât stop moving. Bucky is so close to his orgasm, but you feel so good, he canât stop himself any longer. âCa-can I come? Please?â
You nod your head, bringing one of your hands to his face and cupping his cheek, stroking with your thumb over his lips. Bucky gasps, his thrusts become sloppier, and he comes deep inside your pussy. His come shoots into you, filling you up, and Bucky slows his hips, riding out his orgasm. After he stops his hips, your boyfriend still stays buried deep inside of you, not wanting to move his cock out of you.
âI love when you scream my name, babydoll, he admits, leaning down to kiss you softly.
âI love when you get turned on when I warm my feet on your dick,â you giggle, and grasp his metal hand to press a kiss to his palm. Bucky smirks softly, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and letting himself fall down on top of you.
âNo, you moved your toes, thatâs like a massage for my dick! And thatâs just because you wanted me to fuck you because you were turned on by me storming your leg,â Bucky chuckles, kissing his way from your lips to your forehead before he kisses you deeply once again. âHow about we get a warm bath for my needy, pretty girl â you, babydoll â and I will join you in the bathtub?â
You groan frustratedly and nod, kissing him back. He is right, he turned you on because he caressed the soft skin of your legs. But who can blame you when you have such a handsome and lovely boyfriend? Every girl â every woman â would be needy when he just touches them. But luckily, that man is yours; his heart belongs to you; he belongs to you, just like you belong to him, to your Bucky.
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Pregnancy
RQ: 'Hi! Hope youâre having a good day! I Saw your requests were open! Would I be able to get some headcannons for Kurt as a father/with a pregnant reader? If not thatâs perfectly fine!' - @cherri-leaf
Warnings: Kurt x f!reader, pregnancy topics, birth and baby themes
A/N: This is not helping my baby fever. Do I care? Nope. Soo happy to get one of these, I love writing things like this. Ignore any grammar errors bitte und danke.
Kurt would be the best father to be. When he found out you were pregnant, he was completely overjoyed.
He would absolutely do everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable and happy throughout your pregnancy. He can hardly wait, and he'd want you completely stress-free during.
Kurt would always ask what he can do to help, he wouldn't want you bending over or lifting anything.
Kurt is an excellent cook, so he'd be cooking a lot of your meals. He doesn't want to control you, but he only wants you to be eating the best foods he can get you. And cooking it himself, he knows exactly what is going in your body and feeding your baby.
His German heritage comes out more, he likes to feed you typical German meals, most of which are high in protein and good for your body. Lot of meat and potatoes, and lots of fruits and veggies.
He does let you have desserts too, he makes them himself though. Or if you want to bake with him that's obviously okay! He loves to bake, as long as you don't get too tired with your belly.
He loves massaging you, knowing how laborious and exhausting pregnancy can be. He always tries his best to massage parts that hurt. Kurt massages your legs, ankles, feet, back. He also tenderly will massage your breasts, it's good for milk production and to help the tissue as your milk comes in.
One of his favorite things is to sit down and lay his head beside your belly. He loves listening to your little one most around, gently rubbing over it and speaking to it. He talks in German to your little one, speaking soft and sweet, laying kisses all over your stomach.
Kurt does a ton of research on pregnancy too. Before you are even pregnant and you're both trying, he reads books and watches videos of pregnancy and what it does to your body, getting as much information as possible about it. He wants to know what he can do to take the best care of you. Plus he wants to understand what's happening to the love of his life.
Some of it makes him cringe, and he frowns seeing how your internal organs shift, or all the symptoms and mental strain pregnancy causes. "Liebe...I will do everything I can to help you. It is scary, but I will be right here." he reassures, even if you have no worries about it.
Does he go nuts over the nursery? YES. Circus themed, naturally. Without the bad parts of his youth of course. Lots of fun colors, circus stuffies, (elephants, zebras, lions, tigers, bears, oh my!), and he absolutely paints it with you.
He also loves to shower you with gifts during your pregnancy, some for the baby, but some for you too. He always makes sure your friends know what you need when the baby showers comes along.
Baby clothes shopping? He goes nuts. "Liebe, bitte, bitte our little one has to have lederhosen! Bitte!" he begs and pleads with you, and you can't resist for long.
He makes a lot of jokes when your baby moves around a lot. "Heh, takin' after me already? Mein Gott...a little acrobat you are..." he coos to your belly, "Careful now, little one, you're gonna hurt your mama." he kisses your belly where the baby seems to be doing summer saults.
Kurt does really well with your hormonal changes too. He understands, sometimes you get impatient or lose your temper, never at him, but things are so overwhelming and stressful sometimes. You get frustrated with your self esteem or the fact that standing up is always a struggle. He calms you down, helping you ground yourself. "What do you need, schatz...anything. Food, space, love?" he questions, wanting to ensure you are okay.
When you go into labor, he tries his best to stay calm but...he can't help it. He freaks out. He rushes to you, no teleporting, it makes you too dizzy. He helps you to Beast's lab, no hospitals, he heard about how they treated Madelyne, he didn't want to deal with that.
You feel better surrounded by friendly faces anyway.
Of course it's just him in the room when you do give birth, he talks you through, telling you how good you're doing...how close you are, to breathe, etc.
He is so worried, giving you lots of love and making sure you're doing okay above all else.
When your little one arrives, he is in complete awe. Imagine how you want the baby to look ofc, but come on...it's gotta be a little blue!
It is such a sweet bundle of joy, it doesn't cry more than necessary when it's first born, and you hold your baby as it's placed on you. Kurt doesn't care if it is a boy or girl, that is his little one and he will cherish it with you.
Kurt respects the motherly bonding, so he steps back and lets you hold and be the first one to cuddle and kiss, and of course warm the baby with your skin. It's a sight he won't forget.
Ideally, he'd like to name the baby a German name, but he of course talks with you if you have any cultural or personal preference. You both come to a conclusion on what to name your new baby.
He's the best after too. He does everything he can while you recover with the baby, and helps wherever is needed. He helps if you nurse, he cleans and cooks still, makes sure you have hot showers ready, anything you could imagine.
You know you and your baby will be forever and always be loved by your adorning blue teleporter ~
Thanks for reading.
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Fem!Reader angst, hurt/comfort, mention of miscarriage
"I might be pregnant." you mumble nervously to your husband, fidgeting with your fingers and avoiding his gaze. You didn't get your period and you've been sick every morning the past week. "Dove, did you check to make sure?" Simon asks, starting to feel excited but the heavy weight on his chest doesn't let him. "No, we don't have any baby checks." you reply, head still hanging low, "I-I'll g-go to the drugstore now." he stutters, excitement mixed with gloom, not really knowing how to feel, "Are you gonna be ok while I'm gone?" he asks with worry, "Yeah." you reply weakly. He places a kiss on your forehead, nuzzling the soft skin of your cheeks, his touch lingering, "I'll be ok, Si." you reassure him. He leans in to kiss you, eyes filled with concern locked onto yours for a moment before heading out the door.
The moment he walks out, you see the dark clouds looming over you and feel the familiar tingle in the back of your eyes. Soon after, you break into sobs, overwhelmed by all the emotions prancing around and shifting through you. You've been trying to have a baby for a while now, but unfortunately fate had something else in store for you. You've already gone through two miscarriages. You thought that life was playing a sick, twisted game with you. The wish to have a child and not being able to fulfill that, had your mental health in shambles. But he was beside you every step of the way. He held you tightly in his embrace as you sobbed your heart out. He reassured you that it's ok if you can never have children. He was your rock. Always. But you still felt it deep in your heart that there might be something wrong with you. And that led you to always feel this little tingle of guilt inside and blame yourself. But he would always put an end to that thought at the mere mention of it. It was not your fault. You felt guilty about putting him through all of this. And him not being able to grieve properly because he has to stay strong for you. You felt as though you were failing him.
All of a sudden, there's a buzzing in your ear and your vision is blurry and you struggle to breathe. As soon as he walks through the door and sets eyes on you bawling uncontrollably and gasping for air, he rushes to your side. "Hey, hey, it's ok, love. Just breathe. Like this." he tries to get your attention, taking deep breaths for you to imitate. You focus on the movements of his lips and chest, finally able to get some air in your lungs. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him and sways side to side to soothe you, "Shh, lovie. It's ok. I'm right here. You're ok." he coos softly against your temple, placing loving kisses on your skin.
"Simon..." you call out to him, voice weak and shaky. "Yes, love?" he pulls away slightly, his gaze soft and filled with worry. He tucks your hair behind your ear, placing his hand on your cheek, softly wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb, "Is there something wrong with me?" you pout, lips quivering and holding back sobs. He's taken aback, "No, lovie. There's nothing wrong with you. It's just something that happens. It's not your fault." he pauses to take a look at you, his beautiful wife, woeful and suffering. His heart aches at this sight of you and tears start to well up in his eyes, "We'll get through this. I promise. If we can't have a child ourselves, we can always adopt." he adds, kind eyes looking into your tear-filled ones. He tries to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, and when you look up at him with a smile, he knows he succeeded, at least to some extent. There's still sorrow in your eyes. You will always grieve the loss of your children. Nothing can erase that. "Yeah, sure! We'll adopt." your smile begins to get wider as you wipe away the tears. "Yeah?" he grins, gently cupping your face in his hands, "Yeah!" you nod, giggling. He stares into your eyes with pure love, leans in and places his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly. "I love you." he murmurs into the kiss, "I love you too, Si."
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S/O being extra sweet to the baby monkeys with Wukong + Macaque (separately)
Sun Wukong
Heâs going to be jealous since yes your playing and getting along with his siblings is adorable but why arenât you giving him attention? Heâs right here and will would cuddle you and give you all the affection you asked for if you said so. You do give him a lot of affection and attention when you arenât at your job or busy, staying at FFM when MK trains and you reminding them to take breaks to stay hydrated since the man doesnât stay hydrated as much as he should.
Once in a while, Wukong has to not so subtly ask his successor to bring you with him so he can spend time with you and totally not show off plan more dates since heâs still learning how to use the phone MK gave him after the whole Azure nearly ending the world disaster. Back to the monkeys residing on Flower Fruit Mountain; you give them extra special food than theyâd normally have (search up food that monkeys can have as treats that wonât kill or hurt them) and give them scritches where they want.
Playing games like hide and seek, tag, soccer, or simple toss is nothing new however the smaller monkeys adore it and use ripened fruit as a ball. If you asked Wukong, who youâd have to bribe with some kisses or a night of cuddling, heâd tell you they ask him when youâre coming back and if you can play with them more.
Putting aside his jealousy it is incredibly heartwarming to see you bonding with his siblings and reminds him that might be what itâs like if you had a family with him. That though is something that pops up whenever you interact with them and if you catch him staring youâll see his tail shaped like a heart.
Six eared Macaque
Heâs not as jealous as Wukong is because he isnât at FFM often unless itâs because of MK or a world-ending disaster and he likes how soft and cute you are when many of the monkeys climb all over you like youâre a jungle gym. Especially when you feign innocence of âstealingâ a fruit like a peach or banana that one of them left lying around which ends in them running after you until they tackle looking for said fruit. Of course, youâve switched it up by throwing the fruit to your boyfriend who instinctively caught it and then pretended that he stole it from you, which since most of the monkeys were fond of you they helped you and a good amount of them managed to latch onto Macaque.
Other times when itâs sunny you and some of the cubs are napping in the sun comfortably with you sleeping on your loverâs shoulder and many white monkeys curled up on some part of your body. Heâs never really fully asleep more like in a relaxed or meditative state due to how sensitive his hearing is in addition to being vulnerable but when he looks over to you and sees how peaceful and adorable you look. He doesnât want to move you but if it gets cold or looks like itâs going to storm then heâll pick you up bridal style and the cubs that fall or arenât on you when youâre picked up are carried by his tail.
You have begged him to spend a night or so on FFM to see the baby monkeys more but that means Macaque would have to ask Wukong and both parties donât wanna do it unless they have to. Luckily for you, there have been times when a storm rolls in and with some pleading, he helped you gather the monkeys around you into a nearby cave till the storm let up which wasnât that hard given they love you and youâre adorably sweet to them.
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