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luvscrazy · 4 months ago

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"I can save you." Pt4

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem reader (Enemies to lovers)

Summary: (Preview if you wanna overlook the series idea, the quirk, and the timelines that will occur.) You were born with a medical quirk called Life-Link, which means you can transfer your vitality to others at any time. You decide to take it upon yourself to apply at U.A. What will happen with your non "Heroic" quirk, at this school? Will you achieve your dream of becoming a hero? or are you just useless, like you've been thinking?

Warnings: Minor Language. Mentions of death, most will be gory. (For future reference.)

Word Count: 692

Parts: Part1 Part2 Part3

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A spark in the flames.

💥 As the day progressed, we were called onto the training grounds. The area was filled with various obstacles, mock villains, and battle dummies designed to push us to our limits. Class 1-A was also there along the battlegrounds. Our instructor explained to all of us that we would get a chance to showcase our potential. We’re divided into teams to tackle different scenarios that test combat, strategy, and teamwork.

💥 I wasn’t assigned to the combat section. My part was to watch and observe everyone and provide support if needed. That’ll give me extra points to bond with everyone..hopefully. I was paired with Kendo and Shio on a team. This will require me to evaluate and heal any injuries they might get during training. While I was working with them I got a sense of their personalities and quirks. Kendo is enthusiastic and determined but brings motivation to everyone. Her quirk is cool, and it's big on combat. I like the martial art moves she can do, maybe later I'll ask her to train me. Shi, on the other hand, is thoughtful and strategic in guiding her quirk Vine. Her hair is made up of vines. They are spikey can capture someone, and are pretty tough to get out of. That's a good quirk to have within combat and catching villains especially.

💥 I watched as they used their quirks. I was also spotting in class 1-A. Their quirks were so cool. A boy could harden his body, it sort of reminded me of TetsuTetsu, Maybe their cousins? A girl with pink skin had an acidic quirk. I watched as her quirk melted the dummies down. Lastly, the one I watched was a boy with an explosion quirk. It's hard to miss his quirk since it's so loud.

💥 It's impressive how many dummies he's knocked down in a second. I focused my attention back on Kendo and Shio. Once training was done, the explosion boy was walking behind me as he muttered something, clearly looking pissed off. As I was waiting for Kendo and Shio to get done, curiosity struck me as I looked at the boy, he looked pretty beat up. Before I knew it was following quietly behind him. He sat down by a nearby bench, and I stood in front of him.

💥 He gives me a death glare.

“What do you want?”He grumbles not in the mood to converse. I take a deep breath and try to remain composed.

💥 “I saw you fighting, and your injuries looked pretty bad, so I'm here to help if you want it,” I said with a slight smile at him.

He glares at me but doesn’t refuse as he takes off his gauntlets. He lets me inspect his arms and hands. As I'm working on him, I can feel the tension in the air. There's an awkward silence as I work on him, but we manage to make some small talk.

💥 “Look, I know you think my quirk isn’t suited for combat,” I say, trying to keep the conversation light, “but it’s not just about fighting. Sometimes, being able to heal and save lives is just as important.”

💥 Bakugo’s eyes are narrow as he processes your words. “You think you can just come in here and change things? This is hero training. You better not get in our way.”

💥I meet his gaze firmly. “I’m here to support and help, not to be a burden. I believe we all have our roles to play, even if they’re not always obvious.”

💥 “Look, I don't know who gave you the idea that a MEDICAL quirk can come in and be a pro hero and defeat villains, but you're not going to make it here, or out there. Should’ve gone to a regular boring high school, for I wanna be a hero like you.” He yells.

💥What an asshole. I ignore his words as I keep working on him. Once I'm done he pulls away roughly and doesn’t even give me a thank you as he picks up his gauntlets and heads over to his class. I glare at him slightly.

💥 “What an asshole!”, I repeat to myself.

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#bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #dynamight #lord explosion murder god dynamight #great explosion murder god dynamight #mha #x reader #x yn #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #y/n #series #enemies to lovers

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dreadsuitsamus · 2 years ago

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Caring For Sick Vegeta Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: hi again! this is inspired by some squabbling i did with a friend earlier as he was suffering from a migraine. i wanted to try my hand at headcanons again as well!

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: light mention of nsfw topics, like blink and you'll miss it light

Vegeta initially tries to hide that he's getting sick

he's very fucking bad at it tho

His nose is stuffed and he's forced to breathe through his mouth, and you can literally hear the congestion when he talks

He looks so tired, and his appetite is literally halved

"Vegeta, get back in bed." You tell him when he shuffles into the kitchen for breakfast

He may be sick, but he's still Vegeta

Which is to say he's still stubborn as hell

"How dare you talk to me that way?! I am-"

"You are pissing me off." You growl, picking up the nearest kitchen utensil and holding it up threateningly

This is the only time Vegeta wisely picks his battles

He growls and turns around to go back to the bedroom, bundling up in the blankets

"I'm cold, woman." He says when you come into the room with a tray of breakfast for him

You shove a beanie on him that you had specially made just for him, since the store bought ones didn't have a chance in hell of fitting over his mane of hair

he's also just got a big head

Vegeta sneers at you but remains quiet. He knows he looks like a damn fool, but with a bright red nose, there isn't much he can do to seem like more of the prideful, powerful Saiyan he is

You bundle him up properly in the many blankets, fluffing the pillows behind him so he can sit up and relax while he eats

"You call this a meal for a Saiyan?" He snarks. "Looks like an appetizer to the appetizer."

lol @ him not finishing it all

"You... Wouldn't bully a sick man, would you?" His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment

"Of course not." You smirk and kiss his cheek. "But I certainly will bully a shit-talking prince."

"Please no."

You give him shit for only eating two pieces of toast and half of his eggs and bacon even after he's all better

and subsequently has the strength again to make you regret it

You catch him trying to sneak out of bed to go train, so you quite literally tackle him back into bed

"What... What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Stay. In. Bed. Vegeta." You straddle him and pin his wrists down. "I am not doing this with you this time. Keep your ass down until you can breathe through your damn nose. Are we clear??"

Vegeta blinks up at you, eyes wide

he's so goddamn hard rn

"Yes... Yes ma'am."

"Thank you." You hiss back and get off of him and go back to the kitchen to prepare his soup

he rubs one out while you're gone

He becomes a stage five clinger when he's sick

He whines if you're gone for too long, or after he wakes up from a lengthy nap and feels lonely

With that in mind, you tend to stay in bed with him. He likes to snuggle his head on your lap and wrap his arms around your torso while he snoozes

You run your fingers through his hair and usually watch a show while you cuddle your sick husband

He's adorable when he sleeps, occasionally adjusting and squeezing you tight, rubbing his face into your tummy before settling down again

He doesn't know why he gets so many sweet kisses when he does wake up, all groggy and confused about why he dreamt of riding Space Mountain with Goku

But he's certainly not complaining about the kisses

When Vegeta starts to feel better is when he starts to relish in being taken care of

He'll welcome all of his meals in bed and enjoy you giving him baths, and in general show his spoiled prince side

It gets to the point where you know he's all better, but the damn man is taking too much joy from being spoiled and pampered like he (in his mind, anyway) deserved

And when he gets to that stage, all you have to do is smirk at him and say one sentence

"Goku's gotten even stronger, I've heard."

That gets him off his ass and out the house again in no time

Bonus- Vegeta Taking Care of You Headcanons

You usually end up catching whatever Vegeta was sick with once he's gotten better

He's definitely not as good as you are at being a caretaker, but he still tries

He doesn't say it much, but he's grateful to have you around for when he's at a low

He does his best to mimic the things you did for him

He's a terrible cook though, so he goes out to various restaurants for takeout while you're unable to cook, otherwise you'll both starve or die in a house fire

He'll draw up baths for you and bridal carries you to the tub, gently stripping you down and setting you into the warm water

You hum softly and relish each stroke of the washcloth that he runs over your body

"Thank you, 'Geta." You whisper

"I wouldn't be much of a mate if I didn't take care of you."

He holds you to his chest and watches tv, your face in his neck while you take naps

He'll kiss your forehead every now and then and pull you just a little tighter to him

He's certainly thankful you're not as much of a brat as he is when he's sick

He usually ends up reflecting on how much you must love him to be able to put up with him, sick or not

"Yeah, well... I love you too, y'know." He murmurs. "If there's anyone in this world who's gonna take care of you, it's gonna be me."

You snuggle up just a bit closer, eyes still closed. "My Vegeta..."

"All yours, princess."

#vegeta #vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #fem!reader #db #dbz #dbs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #headcanons

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jakelandryshorts · 2 years ago

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Playing Coach

“Wait a second Mr. Carson,” William said.

“For the last God damn time, it’s Coach Carson!” Coach Carson snapped back.

“Right! Yes! Sorry sir!” William squirmed under pressure of the other man.

Coach Carson hated little nerdy guys like this. They were always so weak and passive. He just wished they would actually act like men. But he also couldn’t have his players be dumb. Too many of the guys on the team were failing and there was no way he could add another one like that to his roster. He glared, causing William to stand up straight again.

“Well,” Coach Carson demanded.

“Right! Sorry!” William apologized for nothing again. “It’s just that I’m having second thoughts.”

Coach Carson sighed. “Second thoughts? Really,” his eyes narrowed to a piercing glare that made the smaller man shiver. “Really? You enjoy being weak? A complete and total push over?” He added a poke to William’s chest, nearly knocking the poor boy over. “I’ve been coaching this damned college team for nearly a decade. And every time I see a weak pathetic excuse for a man like you, it just pisses me off. All I’m doing is giving you a chance. A chance to be better than you are. And you’re giving that up?” William’s eyes shot to the floor. “WELL!” Coach Carson shouted. His deep voice reverberated off the empty locker room.

“N-no sir!” William chanted back.

“Good man,” Coach Carson gently ran his hand through William’s hair. He wanted to reward that sort of behavior. “Now then…” he paced back over to his desk and grabbed his phone. A few weeks prior one of his former students had sent him the most curious of apps. Coach Carson didn’t exactly know what it was, but the promises were out of this world. He was still a bit nervous about using it to its fullest, but did test it out on a few of his players when they weren’t paying attention. A lot of them had been besting their peak lifts along with being able to make quite a few catches and tackles they weren’t normally able to. Not to mention how the other team would fumble quite a bit more as well.

Coach Carson snickered at his little changes that he had made. Those last few games were supposed to be some of the hardest in the season, yet he came out looking like an absolute champ. Now, he needed to know if he could do more. He chose William almost at random. But he needed to be able to test the upper limits of the device. If he could get a loser like William onto his team, then there was no telling what he could actually do to his team.

“Ready?” Coach Carson asked as he was typing into his phone. He was making the weakling into a 6’6” linebacker but an absolute stud of a man. He wanted as much of a change as he could possibly get.

“Re-ready,” William nodded. The wild smile that Coach Carson gave only made William all the more nervous. Suddenly his heart was beating even faster than it already had. A dull soreness was rushing through his body. “C-coach,” William looked toward the other man for support. He didn’t know what was going on. His body squirmed as the feeling inside him only grew.

Looking down at his hands, William’s eyes went wide. Thick veins bulged out of the back of his hand, but there was this weird pulsing sensation. With each pulse, they were growing bigger. Fingers that had been long and thin were growing wide and thick. He could feel the callouses forming underneath his palms as the rest of his hand grew wider.

William squeaked out a scream as the growth continued up his forearms. What had been thin and spindly quickly doubled in size as strength and size quickly added to them. It was the same with his biceps and triceps as the sleeves of his shirt ripped off of his body. The fabric didn’t even stand a chance as his arms would have been tight in an XL shirt compared to the medium size that he had been wearing.

The rest of his shirt was quickly torn to shreds as thick meaty pecs ballooned out of his chest. The two heavy muscles blocked his view of his lower body. He couldn’t see thick abs develop over his torso nor could he watch as his lats push his arms away from his body. With how wide his shoulders had gotten, doors were now a bit of a problem for him.

William clenched his teeth as he fell against a wall of the coach’s office. He’d suddenly become top heavy, though the tightness in his pants was also becoming unbearable. His quads were struggling against the strong fabric of his jeans. They were slowly winning out as more of the seams started to break away from each other. More and more muscle added onto his quads and ass making his lower half just as big and intimidating as his upper half.

“C-coach?” William stammered out as the residual effects of the growth started to taper off. His limbs and spine were still lengthening to it’s full 6’6” height and his shoes had just lost their battle with his feet as his toes toe through the front of his shoes and crushed what remained. Only his underwear stayed, and even that was stretched to it’s absolute limit against his hips.

Coach Carson let out an angry sigh as he stared at the behemoth in front of him. Even though William had over doubled in size, he still had that same whiney scared attitude about him. The way he stood made it almost look like he was too afraid of his arms touching his delts. “At least most of it worked,” he grumbled. “I’m going to change one more thing. Alright?”

“O-okay,” William looked around nervously, trying to get used to his new height. Then a strange surge rocketed through him. Nothing about him changed physically, but William could feel something different about him. He felt his body stand up straighter and with his shoulders back. “What the hell?” a deep booming voice erupted from him. “Woah! The fuck?” he laughed stupidly hearing the new him still talking. Confidence and pride over his body took over the fear he’d had just moments before. William naturally flexed his huge bicep, gripping the watermelon sized arm and feeling it’s unbelievable strength within it.

“Better?” Coach Carson asked. He wandered over to really get a good look at the man he’d just created.

“I’d say so,” William bragged, flexing his new muscles again. “Though… I’d change one thing,” within an instant, he snatched the phone out of Coach Carson’s hand and placed his massive hand on the other man’s head. Then outstretched his arm.

“HEY!” Coach Carson’s voice boomed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” He struggled to try to reach his phone, but William easily held the other man at bay. Something Coach Carson had known well from growing up, but he was the one holding the nerd’s notebooks or playing cards.

“Well… Maybe more than one thing,” William corrected his previous statement.

Coach Carson could already feel the changes happening to his body. The palm on his head was getting bigger and pointed more down at him. He could feel his body shrinking. The XL shirt that hugged tightly against his firm belly was rapidly growing larger. His pants slid down his slender legs and he struggled to hold them up. The thick burly arms covered in hair receded into thin barren twigs.

Years of his life were rapidly disappearing from his life. He looked around as though there would be something in the office to remind him why he was here, but nothing looked familiar. He stared at his body, but that was changing as well. Whatever natural strength and bulk he had on him was disappearing. Instead, it was overly lean and scrawny.

“What’s going on…” Adrian Carson whined. He saw a mirror against the wall only it displayed a scrawny college kid with barely even an ounce of muscle. Something felt wrong, but he couldn’t place what it was. It was like he’d changed from something else. He held up his arm and tried to flex it in the polo that might have well been a dress on him.

William stepped in placing a thick arm around him. “What do you mean? It was you’re idea. You came in here and told me to call you coach. So, what do you want me to do Coach?”

“Oh! Right!” Adrian suddenly remembered something like that happening. “Go… Go sit on that couch.”

“Alright,” William did as he was told and sat on the leather couch. He spread his legs wide and his underwear wasn’t holding well to the pressure. It strained against his body and tore open, revealing his cock.

“Okay. You’ll be the pitcher, and I’ll be the catcher,” Adrian smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to his boyfriend. Along the way, he’d lost his shoes, pants and underwear. He wasn’t really sure why he was wearing the XXL polo, but didn’t really mind either. He was just happy to be alone with his boyfriend. And loved that his small hand gently grasped at the thick pecs before him as he leaned in for a kiss.

William chuckled softly. “You know I’m more suited for football. Right?”

“Fine,” Adrian leaned in for the kiss again. “I’ll just be your receiver.”

“Better,” William smiled as he hugged the smaller man, forcing Adrian to straddle his legs. William’s cock bounced with joy at the surprised gasp that Adrian had made. Blood was rapidly flowing to his large member, engorging it. It gently poked at Adrian’s ass causing the small man to gasp again.

Adrian tried to act tough as he glared at the overly proud William. “You think you’re so clever…”

“No. I think you’re horny,” William smirked back. He gently ran his hand against Adrian’s four inches causing the man’s nails to dig into William’s skin. Adrian’s cock throbbed at the attention and leaked out onto the bigger man. A steady stream of pre dripped down onto William’s abs as his face burned bright red. “Now,” William continued, “let’s see if you can make it past the tip…”

William’s massive hands easily positioned Adrian above his cock. He slowly lowered the man straddling him onto the tip. Again, Adrian’s nails dug into William’s thick shoulders as he tried to hold on longer than the last time. His head went back in exaltation as the tip of William’s cock pushed inside him. The massive member might as well of split him open as more of it was pushed inside.

Adrian grit his teeth and groaned as he did everything in his power to hold on as long as he possibly could. Even ignoring William’s condescending, ‘Good job,’ as he made it past the tip and onto the rod. But Adrian was rapidly losing as more of the cock inserted into him. The pleasure was out of this world. His cock throbbed with delight as more and more of the man went into him.

It took everything Adrian had to hold on. But he was rapidly losing control of his breathing. And his body collapsed into the strong arms of William. “Struggling?” William taunted. Adrian wanted to say something witty back. His mind wouldn’t let him. All he could think about was his struggling cock as he tried to hold on just a little bit longer. Feeling the massive rod pound his insides was better with each thrust. His face burned red.

But it grew to be too much. He felt his cock jolt and his body flexed. Adrian’s hands grabbed onto whatever they could and squeezed with all their might as his cock released onto William’s abs and pecs. “At least you lasted longer than last time,” William complimented as he continued to use Adrian’s asshole as his personal toy. With a few more pumps he unloaded into the small man making him squeal in delight.

“Uh-huh,” Adrian curled up in William’s strong arms as they rested for a moment. Something in the back of his mind was still bugging him as he came down from the high. “But what about the rest of the team?”

“Don’t worry about them Coach,” William smiled. “I’ll make sure to take care of that…”

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angiefsutton · 2 months ago

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Quantum Leap (1989) Re-watch - S1, E7

As previously mentioned, I'm doing a re-watch of Quantum Leap (1989) now that I've fallen back into writing slash for it. And as I watched, decided to write up my off-the-cuff/stream of consciousness thoughts as I watch them. (I'm also doing this on my Dreamwidth.)

Season 1, Episode 7: "The Color of Truth" Date of Leap: August 8, 1955 Written by: Deborah Pratt

Ah, yes. One of the episodes I wanted to talk about when people in the QL Facebook group I was in started bitching about the reboot being 'woke' for having a nonbinary character in it. FIRST SEASON they tackled social issues.

Sam's recap implies there were no 'missing' leaps between episodes. Huh.

No 'oh boy' still.

Sam's 'improv' skills seem to be getting better!

Ah, yes. 'Homage' to "Driving Miss Daisy".

And more awful ADR.

"It's hard, losing someone you love." Aw, Sam.

The look on Sam's face when Miz Melny says the word 'negro'. Well done, Scott!

Sam seems so happy that he's black!

"I've seen things that will curl your hair." OH - SELMA background from Al.

"Ziggy's 86.7% certain that you're here to save Scarlett O'Hara there from getting … squished by a choo-choo." Love your language choice, Al.

"Went on the marches, got arrested - beaten. Powerful day." - Dean is so good here.

And then Sam's reaction when Clayton uses the OTHER 'n' word. God, Clayton is lucky Sam doesn't know the flying noodle kick yet! ;-)

Also - didn't realize/remember you could say that in primetime in '89.

Also also: I was in a community theatre production of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' many MANY years ago, and I was one of the townspeople. I had to say the 'n' word, and I wanted to wash my mouth out with soap. It actually felt WRONG to say it.

The look on Sam's face when he hears that he has to cook that night. Adds to the fanon that Sam can't cook worth a damn. And that Al CAN cook.

Yay - first 'yummola'!

"Don't worry, pal: I've got a KILLER recipe for chitlins." Sam wants to kill Al SO. BAD.

oh my God: HORRIBLE ADR - they didn't even TRY to line it up with what Al is saying.

Ooh - SCOTT had to say the n word.

Al in that red vest and black / white tie: talk about yummola!

"Al: you're gettin' a little paranoid." / "Sam: how do you think I lived this long?" Oh, Al. {gives him a hug}

"I've got a bad feeling about this one." / "You always have a bad feeling." (ADR'd) Glad to know Al's superstitions came in early canon.

Al panicking is sort of cute in a weird way.

The first time someone 'sees' Al. Sort of.

Oooh - the yellow suit. I just put him in that in the Traditions story I'm doing.

"Just think of the possibilities. I mean, if I could reach Mz. Melny, then maybe … just maybe … I can reach OTHER women. … YOUNGER women." Have I mentioned lately how much I love Al Calavicci? I know if this was real, I'd be pissed at him - but Dean does SUCH a good job of making him loveable.

"Is sex all you ever think about?" / "Well, except when I'm pulling YOU out of the fire, YES." - oh, Al - we all know you think about sex when you're pulling Sam out of the fire, TOO. ;-)

Al singing "We Shall Overcome". I love you, Dean Stockwell - but you can't carry a tune in a bucket.

The end musical version of "We Shall Overcome" actually gave me chills.

We get an 'Oh boy' in the teaser leap in!

Final thoughts: For the time it was written in, this still holds up fairly well. Is it technically blackface if it's Sam leaping into a black man? Pratt is one of my favorite writers, and this is one of the many reasons why. (It's also why I was willing to give the reboot a chance: I saw she was going to be connected to it.) Despite it just being 'QL Driving Miss Daisy', Pratt manages to get the moral across without being TOO preachy, as well as keeping it personal. The big moral is basically that change happens individually and in small increments. Having grown up in a sundown town, I know what it was STILL like in the '80s for black people. (Not that I can relate, if that makes sense. I just know I never saw my first 'live' black person until I went to college.) We get some of Al's background as well. The acting is excellent, as expected. Good episode. Didn't it win some sort of award for how it dealt with race?

#angie's thoughts #quantum leap #Quantum Leap (1989)#re-watch #QL

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shall-we-go-far-away · 1 year ago

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now that was an episode!! whew, I don't even know where to start

Boston, god damn it Boston, he's so uurrgh, he's so weird like I genuinely don't know what his deal is.. ok, he's seems to want something from Top but is it necessary to literally manipulate every single person around you?? I felt like this ep. we followed him going from one person to another and just completely fucking them over

I don't even know how to describe it but whenever Boston is on screen my brain just goes "ew!" with literally everything he does, I know nothing in the show or trailer implies that there's gonna be murder involved but Boston genuinely gives me serial killer vibes I don't know how to explain it

and you know how I said I don't like Boston and Top, well this ep. didn't exactly made me like Top but at least showed me Top had some sort of humanity left in him while I think Boston is just a straight up asshole

Top is still weird to me, he's like a huge question mark he seems to like Mew and is obviously interested, I guess that's why he seemed a little hurt when Boston showed him the picture of Mew and Ray kissing but that really doesn't justify him having sex with Boston especially after Boston said the photo was from two years ago?? like bestie, you seem to be having serious trust issues

moving on to Sand and Ray, I'll just tackle them in one because as of right now they are the only pairing with a realistic chance of ending up together, I think their dynamic is fun but they walk this really thin line between just sex and feelings which yes, they did dicuss but we all know this isn't going to work out

their scene in the car gave us a reality check of where their relationship really is at because Ray is still into Mew, he enjoys Sand's company and all that but Mew still is more important and you could tell by Sand's reaction that he felt kind of betrayed, he let Ray have his way even though he said he never slept with someone twice that wasn't his lover only for Ray to leave him in the middle of everything

now I don't mind Ray being there for his friends, yk that's nice of him but like, he could've handled that a little different.. I also think this isn't going to be the only time Ray leaves Sand for Mew which is gonna lead to this whole "what-even-are-we-can-you-focus-on-me-for-once"-situation we saw in the trailer

I'm also really intrigued by the history between Top and Sand like how do they know each other?? why do they obviously not like each other?

now, Mew.. I've seen a few people say he's like the evil mastermind behind everything but, no I don't think so, I just think he's less innocent and naiv as he's painted to be like he's not stupid and I could see him playing all nice but if something really pisses him off he'll snap for sure

and last but not least.. the nations meow meow Nick!! now up until ep. 2 I thought he was simply the unfortunate guy that falls for the asshole and gets nothing but pain and suffering in return.. and while I do think that's what's gonna happen he could also very well be the reason that drives the whole friend group apart in the end because my guy is really getting all the tea, he's sleeping with Boston, he lives with Sand who's got something going on with Ray who again, is friends with Boston, he knows Top from Boston's photos and has now been introduced to the rest of the friend group.. Nick could be pulling so many strings if he wanted to but I guess we'll see how that develops

#only friends #this show is giving me brain damage already and we're only 3 episodes in #only friends the series #gmmtv series #bl drama #gmmtv #thai bl #mewtop #sandray

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 2 years ago

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Hello! I love your blog and I was just wondering if you had any LGBT+ headcanons for Pride Month?

Happy Pride 🌈

Hmm, let me tackle human characters first.

Earl of Norramby is gay. Obviously.

Nancy is bi and demi.

Also... in classic "at first I was joking, but now I really like it" fashion… I HC the first Fat Controller as trans.

No one ever named their child Topham Hatt OK????

But a sufficiently ballsy dude might choose it if they were forming a new legal identity. And we know Hatt I was ballsy indeed. He stole everything that his neighbors didn't have nailed down and some things they did. He bricked up a gauntletted line even though it shut down his railway. He told the LMS to pound sand. He drained Tidmouth despite the fishermen wanting his head on a platter. You'd have to be a VERY strong personality to be such a successful, powerful transman in the early 1900s but you'd have to be a strong personality to be him anyway???? I'm serious. An ADHD transman with zero chill who literally made his own world. I'm tempted to write a fic of the Young Topham days, who knows. Those old British schoolgirls could be tough birds and I love reading their bits whenever they break through conventional history. I like to think the first Lady Hatt used to be a roommate of him at the girls' school they attended. Jane probably helped him the night he ran away to get a job at the GWR shops. And then maybe she didn't see him again until after he transitioned and became successful and he wooed her for a little while before the reveal that it was her old friend, Euphemia or whoever.

And Jane was soooo pissed off. (Luckily she was also in love.)

I also absolutely adore the idea of an FC5 (not sure Richard will ever get a chance to be FC4, at this rate) who is a woman. But butch. Everyone calls her "sir" but she is also she.

Okay, vehicles! This is where I've hesitated, unsure if I can make myself clear.

I don't particularly vibe with putting human gender and sexual labels on them.

This is not because I want to erase or minimize the diversity of human gender and sexuality.

It's because they are not human.

I mean, okay, I do have my old 'conversion AU,' so I do mentally play around with them as human every so often—to catch most readers up, my notion was that sometime within the 2020s-2040s a large portion of our cast is turned into humans as a fancy alternative to maintaining or retiring them as engines. But even in this AU the whole point is that they adjust to being human but are still rather 'alien', so, like many fans, I kinda take it that they are pansexual by default. There are some more specific things, though (incomplete because, again, I don't think of my human AU very often, so I still have a lot of question marks):

Thomas, I think, would be aromantic

Bertie -> also aro

Edward -> intersex (specifically XX male)

Henry -> gay gay homosexual gay

Gordon -> some sort of greyscale but also he has no clue about this and pursues (straight) dating because it's the 'normal' thing to do (good luck, dude)

James -> will figure out his human gender identity only if given another hundred years to experiment

Percy -> fine with identifying as male but also quite gnc

Toby -> straight and demisexual

Duck -> agender

Stepney -> nonbinary

Donald -> asexual spectrum (unlike Gordon he does know this about himself)

Emily -> lesbian lesbian homosexual lesbian

Philip -> multigender

Harold -> pan. i know i said pan is kind of the default for ex-vehicles but Harold merits a special mention for being, uhh. how shall we say. very sex-positive. a big gallant flirt.

But, again, I'm not too interested in forcing myself to figure out everyone's full identity profile in my human AU because I find the concept of 'gender' and 'sexuality' in them as trains to be far more interesting.

From a creative standpoint, it's actually a lot of fun to play them 'straight' but to use their experiences to explore the whole concept of gender, to push the idea of sexuality to its limits, and also to play around with metaphors for human identities...

Again I know it looks like LGBT erasure but, well. It feels very queer to me.

Here's some of how I see engine gender history. The allegory to real-life stuff is not intentional; it just sort of naturally sprung up when I played around:

At the period (RWS) canon begins, the normal, "natural" order of things is for an engine to be romantically bonded with their coaches.

This very much has a similar status to human heterosexual marriage. It appears to have the seal of tradition. It's acceptable. It's expected. In general (subject to the approval of your manager) it's allowed. (Yes, there is the obvious difference that the union is between one engine and several coaches but it was rare that the convention was for you to exclusively commit to one among the rest. Basically... harem culture I guess.)

If you were built to privilege—if you actually had some coaches you regularly handled, and you did feel this sort of special bond with them—then you might fail to have any occasion to start asking some otherwise very... obvious questions.

Such as:

What if you and your coaches despise each other?

What if you develop particular feelings about just one or two of 'your' coaches, which are increasingly impossible to hide? Like... do you have to?

What if you feel absolutely neutral about your coaches, but your firebox starts to burn with the heat of a thousand suns when you catch sight of that smart tank engine runabout at the end of the line?

What if your line is so big and busy that you don't have coaches that you pull 'regularly'?

What if your railway grows so big that you hardly see any coaches consistently?

What if you are strictly a goods engine and you've only ever exchanged five words in your life with any coach? Okay, so you're just... condemned through no choice of your own to solitude and abstinence, with no hope of happiness? Sounds like horseshit, doesn't it?...

... Say, what's this whisper you hear from the old wheels that fifty years ago the managers didn't approve of these kinds of relationships? That Back In the Day this sort of romantic attachment that is now considered 'the norm' was actually considered scandalous and beyond the pale? What?

'Fifty years' is just an average; different regions and railways progressed at different rates. But, in general, the earliest period of rail history saw an insistence that Useful Engines don't have any such attachments at all. For all its pomp and status, the model of 'passenger engine and coaches' was itself considered quite unnatural before it won acceptance.

But for a good period circa 1900 it was The Thing That Was Done. It became the norm by which rail romances are still rather judged. And it's telling: although humans tended to assign engines human gender (at first usually female; as the idea of a romantic bond between engine and carriages became normalized, humans started to see their engines as male, in a reflection of human marriage), probably the best analogue for vehicular gender remains type. Powered vehicles are one gender; unpowered stock is another. There are also gradiations within those two poles, of course.

And, when freed from human surveillance and control, vehicle sexuality tends to express its preferences in that way. So, to take engines: They very rarely give a rat's ass as to whether a potential mate is male, female, nonbinary, whatever. They recognize the distinctions among themselves but they are seldom relevant in matters of attraction ever, really. Instead, an engine might have an attraction to rolling stock or other engines (or of course both! but 'both' is definitely not a given). Then, within those categories, they are very likely to instinctively be attracted to a subcategory pool based on vehicle type.

I feel like I should give examples but I actually feel more comfortable using my OCs to illustrate:

Joscelyn — a female engine who is attracted to coaches exclusively (she is also absolutely terrible at forming any such connections so she is effectively maidenless)

Skimmer — a male engine who is attracted to both coaches and other engines. This does saddle him with the stereotype of being kind of slutty. (I mean he is kind of slutty but he is judged as such based on his 'sexuality' rather than his actual history.)

Poppet — at the risk of spoilers... she is attracted exclusively to trucks and lorries (which, in her era and culture, is definitely one of the more transgressive "sexualities" for an engine!)

Lizbet (she was formerly Lillibet but I didn't realise at the time how that nickname is not quite so rare and quirky for Brits as it is for us) — attracted to other engines exclusively (which—of course!—means m, f, and nb engines; no meaningful difference from an engine PoV). She is old enough that this 'inversion' caused her significant trouble with her humans back in her day. (She never exactly repented, albeit she did act circumspectly to preserve her friendships with the engines she lived with.)

Araby — male engine who has a hopeless thing for ships. When he worked a landlocked railway this didn't matter. When he was sent to Sodor for a while... oof! did our boy have an awakening...

Columbine (this is a real-life engine, of course) — the equivalent of human 'pansexuality'; she is potentially attracted to anything with wheels

Coppernob (same; sue me) — the loco equivalent of 'asexual'. He does know how to play the role of gallant beau to lovely coaches (which he had to learn late—it wasn't tolerated on the F.R. during his first couple of decades) but I reckon he just thought everyone played it as a role and will be endlessly baffled as engines over the years assert their rights to form bonds with each other because why do you all care about this so much? it was just a bit we had to do for a while for respectability... innit?

Because a vehicle's build is essentially their "gender," that means that I have long kind of viewed rebuilds as having strong metaphorical ties to gender reassignment!

Absolutely horrifying when imposed upon you against your will, of course.

But I imagine there are lots of cases where it wasn't. You can usually tell by whether or not the engine (or whatever) thrived after the rebuild. While I consider 'human AU' Henry to be cis, I read 'engine' Henry's history as very much a trans allegory: he was originally made wrong. I mean his builder canonically had no idea what he was doing! The form he got later at Crewe at last made him into himself. There are plenty of real-life cases that I like to see as similar in an RWS universe. The SECR 'Rivers' had endless problems and angst in their original form; being converted into tender engines felt right for them. Some of them had been consciously eating their heart out wanting such an impossible change for years. The 'Queen Mary' type brakevans I consider to be similar, or at least some of them: unhappy as locomotives, never really feeling right as an engine, perhaps even pestering the engineers for ages to make them into brakevans...

Of course, I don't consider all such transitions to be successful. Some engines, like poor No. 62768 of the LNER., found themselves much unhappier after their rebuild (he was just chosen at random when he was in the shop for repairs, it's not like he wanted it!) Then there are situations like the GWR autotanks who were given panelling to disguise their locomotive nature so they could pass as coaches. Do I read this as cross-dressing, or a sort of cosmetic transition? You bet I do! 😇

Can an engine be assigned a human gender but later determine that it was given to them in error? I mean, it's possible and it happens that engines choose a new human gender but it's quite rare, rarer by far than in humans. They are much more preoccupied with the engine dimensions of their identity. What is much more common is actually what I suppose we'd consider genderfluid or multigender: Various owners (or, if they are unnamed, drivers) over the course of their career might assign them different genders and in virtually all cases the engine (to forgive the pun) rolls with it, untroubled by being a 'he' one decade, a 'she' the next, and perhaps later again being a 'he' even while he answers to the name Lady Eleanor or whatever. To them human gender is very arbitrary and they tend to be perfectly content to just go with it. Often they wish to choose their own name, but even very early in their lives their builders or owners have already gendered them and they seldom care to change that because, again. That bit is all very arbitrary and meaningless to them. The humans seldom treat their engines differently no matter what gender is assigned and therefore the engine sees little distinction.

Soooo, yeah. As for some of our characters, well... this is also very unformed and embryonic still, but...

I do think a lot of our classic lads would have thought they had No Romantic Feelings Whatsoever. Some genuinely were! Neville and Donald spring to mind (Donald is also Duck’s queerplatonic partner, natch.) But for most of them, this was just because they didn't care for coaches, nor indeed other engines of their own type.

However, I reckon as the decades went on their complacency was shattered. (I call it complacency not because acephobia isn't a thing but because for engines in this universe 'asexual' would be considered a positive trait. Useful Engines Don't and all that. So there is some privilege there.) For instance, Thomas may find that he is attracted to non-rail vehicles? And Percy definitely has a thing for flying vehicles, poor chap... (Percy also has long been comfortably attracted to engines, coaches, and ships too. But whirlybirds, man. Kinda ruined/enhanced his life.) James and Gordon found that they weren't "above" such ridiculous things as "playing at" love; they were just diesel-sexual. Henry liked other engines for a long time, so he is open to steam and diesel; he did however get knocked through a loop of his own within this century when he encountered his first electric car and was absolutely useless for the two hours afterwards...

Anyway. God it's late and I hope this makes sense. In any case I don't see the engines as 'gay' or 'straight' or whatever but I do think they have as much gender and sexuality diversity as we humans do; in fact they probably have a good deal more! I also think that they have had a long struggle for most of these identities to be accepted. So they get it. And, most of all, engines would absolutely not understand homophobia at all. Human gender is such an arbitrary thing! Why anyone would get so hung up on policing something like that is baffling to them. They are keen to be of service to all humans, they really love seeing all humans happy, and apart from that they don't have any opinions on humans' peculiar romantic or sexual lives (they barely understand what human sex is!)

Now, how humans board trains or polish an engine or mend their fences or behave in any way even remotely connected to the running of their railway or yard... well, that they have opinions on. Strong opinions. That they will argue with you about. That matters. ;)

#chatter #ttte #ttte headcanon #ttte analysis #priorities on the island of sodor #the railway series #the fat controller #it's way too late i'm not tagging all those characters (:#happy pride 🌈#long post #i would apologize for taking so long but actually you getting an answer in less than a month is probably a record for me #thank you for the ask <3

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knowlesian · 2 years ago

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hey! sorry to bug you but that last post has my brain buzzing in my skull—do you think ed knows that izzy is oblivious to his aversion to killing people? 👁‍🗨 i’ve been operating under the assumption that while izzy hasn’t put it together, the threat lands because ed thinks he has and i’m SO curious about your thoughts on that entire interaction honestly

you're not bothering me at all! in fact, consider this a gold star super mario music moment because this ask actually unlocks some ed shit i have been dying to talk about but just hadn't gotten around to/had an excuse to throw together yet.

because i think ed knows izzy has no idea, and the toe thing is like... ooooh baby. okay, let me tackle this in two parts.

one: why i think ed knows izzy doesn't know.

i wouldn't say that ed had this plan in mind from day one of starting to build his pirate resume, but i do think he's a smart guy with social intelligence for fuckin' miles.

(the party in e5 is a notable exception that i think proves the rule: i'll get back to it later, though.)

so: ed would have needed to learn fast to protect himself in a million ways, including learning how to kill somebody but make sure they die a few steps/minutes later, when he's on homebase and it doesn't count or whatever. i'm sure he would have made the obvious leap that the scarier you are and the more you enjoy a good maim in public, the less anybody wants to fuck around lest they find out. and with fewer people who want to mess with him, there will be fewer people he has to incapacitate but not immediately kill.

the legend of blackbeard covers strangers' assumptions; but even when it comes to those around him, people also don't assume that somebody who models outsized instances of violence like we're told (and shown) ed employs are covering for a sad backstory and a lack of desire to kill people driven by trauma and self-hate.

they go oh FUCK, there is no doubt in my mind, that guy super kills people. (admiring/horrified, as applicable.)

(caveat: my outside chance thought here remains if anybody put those pieces together and kept ed's secret anyway without ever letting ed know he knew it'd be fang.)

so ed is definitely aware that a level of performed violence in public is going to buffer him from anybody looking crosswise. i think he's also been pissed off over the years and enjoyed the lashing out— or at least, the momentary release it gave him— more than he does now when he was younger, but i'd lay down money one of many reasons ed builds the legend of blackbeard so well is to cover for himself and make it so he never finds himself in a place where the issue is forced and he has to directly kill again.

(this is why i don't think he really intends to kill stede. i think at first he's just bullshitting and assuming he can just put izzy off long enough to sell him on something else because that's how it goes with them, and it's what he knows will get izzy off his back about stede/get him to stick around in the moment; and even when he's talking himself up to it in e6 after izzy does not let this one go, i don't think there's a world where ed goes through with that murder.)

i think ed also knows izzy well enough to know that if that lil gremlin ever figured out ed doesn't kill, he would process it as 'can't' kill. and men who can't kill are not Real Men, in izzy's sad violent little worldview. ed's choices would be a deficiency and weakness in his eyes as well as a failure of masculinity, and we have been shown over and over what izzy thinks of anybody who checks the fucked up weak/gay as in girly boxes he is so very sure are real and matter.

also: we are really not given an indication izzy is a guy who keeps a secret terribly well— or his thoughts to himself for long. like... kind of ever. if izzy knew ed is failing at a very basic standard of izzy's How To Be A Man Good And Hurt People Lots Until They Are Dead, i have to imagine it would come up. loudly, and often.

which brings me to 'then why the toe????'

okay, so. couple facts to lay down here, provided by canon or by extrapolation.

one: ed can read izzy and knows how to say or give him what he wants.

two: e9 establishes the toe routine is an old bit for ed, and it stands to reason izzy has either seen it done or heard about it.

three: izzy gets off on ed going all diy toe first communion. he gets off on it long, and he gets off on it HARD.

(ew. ohhhh this man. oh this weird sad gross man. TO THE PICKLE JAR, SIR, TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN PICKLE JAR WITH THEE.)

all of this says to me: ed knew that izzy would respond positively to getting his toe cut off, and that's why he did it despite telling us an episode before via how he talks about doing it in the past that he never actually liked it as much as it might have appeared. ("poor bloke", etc.)

whether it's because izzy saw it happen and got all omg. omg. weird violence that gets subtextually gay and tender at the end??? well sign my unhealthy expressions of masochism 'r us tiny ass UP and ed clocked it back then, or ed just knows him well enough to know that izzy's response to the Weird Vore would be 'unlike you sheeple, i see that this is a sign of love. my boyfriend is back and wanted to show me he understands now that there are no other ways or people we can be, this is FINE, EVERYTHING IS COOL AND GOOD AGAIN!' i would lay down money the toe was not so much ed being afraid of izzy, as ed knowing what izzy would consider a reward for reality check services rendered.

and i know that sounds... how it fuckin sounds, but we gotta adjust for values of the weird little fucker in question. izzy has his intricate rituals and catholic masochism shit constantly bumper-car'ing around his head like yes. good. love is suffering is violence is love is toes is love is I NEED THERAPY.

so for him, the toe is both reassurance edward is home to stay and evidence he can relax and stop riding ed's ass all the time, and that's even before it's a sex thing.

this gets ed: an izzy who is back in line and not as suspicious, which gives ed space to do things like cry alone or like. act how he wants, for five whole minutes.

so i think the toe was a calculated choice, designed to play on what izzy wants and expects in order to give ed some cover again.

and now, sort of tacked awkwardly onto the end: why the party and ed not clocking that those people were laughing at him at first is the exception to his social awareness on purpose. (outside stede stuff, which is this whole other related but adjacent kettle of fish.)

so: two major things are going on at the party, imo. the first is culture shock; when you're not used to the social rules of the road, or the rules you're used to mean something else to the group you're currently with, it necessitates a catching up period.

if i'm used to a world where people chuck tomatoes at me because they think i told a shitty joke and i enter a parallel world where this is a sign of supreme admiration for brilliant comedy skills, i'm not gonna get the compliment at first.

i used that dumb analogy to lead me into why it's even harder in situations where you are seeking laughs. if you are not trying to be funny and people laugh at you, there's a very easy question to ask: well, why are they doing that?

and then it's usually either because you made an inadvertent joke or they're a dick! easy to sort through.

when you are looking for laughter, parsing through if it's good laughter or not gets harder.

the party is sort of a metaphor version of what happens when you are a comedian from a marginalized group, poking light-hearted fun at your own group in a setting where people know what they're invoking and everybody's having fun. stereotypes often come into it, because at the core of some common stereotypes are occasionally truths! and because jokes hit different when they're made by thoughtful people who are joking about themselves and their lived reality, not being a jerk about groups they will never be part of.

and then: people who aren't in your group find it. and they laugh, and it is not thoughtful and it is certainly not fucking fun. they don't get it: they're laughing at you, because they think all the stereotypes they have about you are super fun and super true.

so ed, who is something of a natural performer and entertainer, is seeking out laughs at the party in e5, and that's why he doesn't see the laughter as a sign anything's wrong at first. he's making jokes, he's dancing— he wants people to laugh with him.

he does not want people to laugh at him.

then he's not joking anymore, he just doesn't know their stupid rich people 'we have so much money and ennui we made up new and dumber ways to judge people for not being as rich and bored as we are' spoon rules, and they still laugh at him.

as soon as that switch happens, ed gets it. it's not that he's bad at reading people, it's that a combo of culture shock and looking for laughs forestalled the obvious conclusion until the very second he stopped looking, at which point he immediately knew they were fuckheads and switched gears.

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genshin-no-simp · 4 years ago

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Diluc x Reader - Birthday Boy (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual conent below the cut

Warnings: semi-public sex, tummy bulge? fluff ending.

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It took a weeks worth of preparation on your part to get everything in place, all for this one day. This one special day. But it was worth it.

After all, Diluc did deserve rest on his birthday.

You made sure there was nothing that needed doing, nothing that warranted Diluc to leave the comfort of the Manor. You were exhausted but you knew this was only a fraction of the work that Diluc did. It was your motivation to make sure everything was in order, of course with the help of Elzer and Adelinde.

And when the night before his birthday approached, you reassured him that he could take this chance to sleep in for once. Diluc wasn't against the idea but he wasn't sure if his body clock would allow him to sleep in. But little did he know, he was exhausted and only once he hit this pillows did he realize this.

When Diluc had finally woken, he groaned softly bringing his hand up as he ran his fingers through his unruly morning hair, that's when he noticed you weren't beside him. In an instant he shot out of bed, looking around. You never got out of bed before him. About to leave the bed himself his door opened and your figure came into view. You were still in your night dress. Diluc sighed in relief, then raised his eyebrow at the tray.

"What's this?" His voice low and husky since he had just woken up.

You weren't going to lie, his voice was enough to set a fire burning inside you. But today was about him. You smiled with a giggle.

"What does it look like? Breakfast of course. So sit back in bed." You came to his side of the bed.

From this close up Diluc could see properly just how little your night dress left to the imagination. Then he realized, you went to the kitchen like that, and he frowned, anyone could have seen you, which seemed to pissed him off.

"Don't worry I had the kitchen to myself, only Adelinde, Moco and Hillie are here at the moment." You knew what was running through his head. Diluc had a tendency to get overly possessive sometimes. But it's one of his faults that you fell in love with regardless.

Diluc looked away, half embarrassed and half ashamed that you knew without a doubt that he didn't want other people, especially men to see you like this. You gave another soft giggle setting the bed table down.

Diluc cleared his throat and looked at you, "what's the occasion?" He then lowered his gaze to the food and didn't know where to start, everything looked so enticing. He smiled at the eggs that you put a little extra effort in to make look like hearts.

You sat on the opposite side of him careful not to knock the glasses of grape juice over on the tray. You gave a little hum.

"Well what day is it?" You asked him instead. Diluc tilted his head, pulling the fork from his mouth. Once he was finished chewing he spoke.

"Friday." He stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but what date is it?" You cocked your head to the side, watching him. He totally forgot about his birthday didn't he? You thought to yourself.

"Um..." Diluc didn't know why but he felt pressured, as if you would give out to him, if he got this wrong.

Was it your birthday? No that's not till a few months.

Was it your anniversary? No that just passed.

At this point you were struggling to keep your laughter in.

"Luc, come on. It's your birthday." You rolled your eyes laughing.

Then it clicked, it suddenly made sense, from why you told him to sleep in, to breakfast in bed.

"That's it?" He asked, indifferently.

"What do you mean 'that's it's? You only get one birthday, and I'm going to make sure you get the most out of it." Diluc could hardly deny you, not with how passionate you were about it. But it's just another day, birthday or not.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but there's still work-"

"I do believe there is nothing for you to do today. Everything is already taken care of. It's you day." This time you were much more calmer as you smiled sweetly at him.

Now he definitely couldn't say no. He had a feeling you did a lot to get him this day of peace. Besides it's been so long since he's actually celebrated his birthday. Not that he cared to remember it considering what happened all those years ago...but maybe now is the time to move on from that, it's getting real tiring anyway.

Diluc smiled at you, yes from now on he will celebrate his birthday with you.

Diluc had to admit, it was nice, having all this free time AND getting to spend it with you. The two of you spent most your time outside, walking through the vineyard and occasionally eating a grape or two, at one point you started playing hide and seek. Instead of finding it childish, Diluc found it oddly refreshing. Just being able to let loose for once.

Currently he was hiding, making sure to keep his eye out for you and staying on the move, it was cheating of course but it added to the fun, but you were an expert at hide and seek and knew all the tricks in the book. Just as he turned around, you seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Found yooou~" you giggled tackling him into a hug.

Caught of by both your sudden appearance and the hug he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Thought you could escape me huh?" You nuzzled into his neck.

Diluc chuckled holding you close to his body.

"I thought I would've had a better chance than that." He admitted.

You sat up on his chest, while he propped himself up his elbows. The light from the sun creeped through the cracks of the vineyards many grape pergolas. It wasn't the most private of places but nobody would notice the two of you unless they looked.

Cupping Diluc's cheek, you leaned down to kiss him, which without hesitation he accepted. It was a delicate kiss, both of you could feel the love and affection that you held for each other. It was truly something.

When you went to pull away from the kiss, Diluc pulled you back for more, shifting his weight onto his left arm, his right arm snaked around your waist his hand pressing agaisnt the middle of your back, giving you no chance to move. Diluc wasn't done with you just yet.

Gripping his shoulders you pushed him back down onto his back, Diluc gave a mental sigh finally able to take the pressure off his left arm. Now he had both his around wrapped around you securely. He made you feel so safe, you never wanted to leave his arms but lucky for you, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander, touching and caressing your body. Soft gasps and pants escaped from you, Diluc used every opportunity to dive into your mouth. The intensity of the kiss was making you lightheaded, but in a good way. Your body burned and your heart was racing. You could tell Diluc was the same, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest right under your hand, not only that but at how brazenly he lifted your pale mint dress up to touch your bare skin. It made you shudder, Diluc had opted to be gloveless today, it was certainly a change in pace compared to his usual leather. Being able to feel his skin on yours right away was making you feel impatient.

Finally allowed to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva followed. Diluc gazed at you with hooded eyes, his normally bright ruby eyes, dark and heavy with lust. You licked your lips, sitting up on him once again. One of the straps on your dress slipped down your shoulder. Diluc held back his growl and his urge to flip you over. You weren't even trying to seduce him and he was already under your spell.

Gripping your thighs he pushed you lower down until your clothed womanhood rubbed against the bulge in his pants. You failed to catch the moan before it fell from your lips. Diluc smirked, knowing you were just as excited as he was right now.

Diluc was planning on teasing you some more before you had decided to take back some control. Abruptly you grinded yourself against him, biting your lip. It was Diluc's turn to let out a surprised moan as his hips bucked up into yours.

"Ah~ Diluc." You fumbled for his belt buckle. If Diluc wasn't as impatient he would've chuckled and teased you. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the free time or maybe it was just you. But he wasn't complaining. Diluc hissed in relief, feeling his member finally free of its painful confinement.

You were going to lower yourself further but he grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss.

"No time for that." He breathed heavily between kisses. Of course there was time he just wasn't interested in that right now, he just wanted you, in which case he used his Vision to burn the sides of your underwear and discard the rest.

Now with your underwear out the way, Diluc could feel how wet you really were. It was cute how excited you had gotten without any foreplay, perhaps the fact that you were technically out in the open played a part but regardless, he was happy that it was him who made you feel like this.

You moaned against the kiss feeling the tip of his member push against your awaiting hole. Breaking away from the kiss you pushed down against him, taking him all in at once.

"Fuck!" It was so strange hearing Diluc swear but it filled you with a strange sense of pride knowing you were able to break his nobility.

The stretch of taking him all at once burned but it felt good. It was certainly much greater compared to when he would prepare you first. But you weren't complaining at all. Tilting your head back with a moan you began to bounce up and down, your slick made it easy to slide up and down. You gripped the front of Diluc's shirt for support as he snapped his hips up into yours. A series of wanton moans escaped your lips, the harder and faster Diluc went.

Your head fell forward your eyes glossy and your pupils blown wide with pleasure. Now both your dress straps had slid down your shoulders, making Diluc lose his mind. He gripped your hips so tight, there wasn't a doubt that there would be fingerprints even through the dress. You choked on your moans as you swore you could feel Diluc in your stomach. He was reaching places you never thought possible, or your were so drunk on pleasure it just felt that way, but it didn't matter what was the truth, it was fantastic.

"Ngh, haA~ mm close..." you struggled to get the words out.

Diluc grunted thrusting upwards even faster, you had struggled to keep up before but now it was just impossible. It wasn't long before you came all over him. Diluc wasn't too far behind, feeling your release edged him into his, you felt his hot seed fill you up more than your already were, you threw your head back with a shameless moan of his name. You were certain everyone around and in the Manor had heard you. But Diluc didn't care, let them know who was and had made you feel good.

You panted heavily as your body shook from the after math of your orgasm. Diluc too was desperately gasping for air as he came down from his high. Letting a soft puff of air, you looked down at Diluc and grinned leaning in to kiss him. He chuckled kissing you back.

Getting off Diluc he fixed his pants as you picked up what was left of your underwear.

"Luc." You pouted, "you ruined my panties." You huffed and rubbed your legs together, you could feel some of his cum dripped down your thigh.

"My love, they were ruined before I even touched them." He winked with a cocky smirk.

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked away from him, Diluc smiled wrapping his arm around your waist tenderly.

"Come on, let's go take a bath." He smiled gently, ushering you back towards the Manor. You snuggled into his side contently.

During the short trip back inside, not one of the employees dared to look in your direction. Instead of it making you feel better you felt embarrassed. You weren't surprised that they heard you but they didn't have to make it so obvious.

"Luc, nobody would look at me." You sounded more mortified than you intended as you pulled your dress off, which only added to Diluc's amusement.

"Good, they shouldn't be looking at you in the first place." He stated stripping himself of his own clothes.

Upon returning to Diluc's private quarters, you were both pleasantly surprised by the already drawn bath, with scattered rose petals and scented candles. It seems Adelinde knew exactly what the two of you needed. You were the first to settle into the bath despite Diluc's confusion, usually he got in first so you could rest against him, it felt weird that he was resting against you.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy against you?" It was the fourth time he asked now.

"Oh for Celestia's sake Luc, I'm not made out of glass, I'm fine. But you won't be if you keep asking." At least you gave him a warning which he took to heart, despite not having a Vision yourself, you were very capable of looking after yourself.

"Alright, alright." Diluc sunk a little lower into the tub, his head now resting between your boobs.

"Oh." He said softly, he hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. You giggled softly.

"Someone looks content." There was a lot of fondness in your voice that made Diluc's chest flutter. He let out a soft hum and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers massage some herbal shampoo into his scalp.

Diluc couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone so caring and aware of his needs. He didn't expect to meet someone like you, or anyone in general for that matter. He thought he was going to be alone, forever, and he was okay with that. Until he had met you, he didn't at the time realize just how important you would be to him, but he knows now and he's incredibly grateful towards you and towards himself, for letting him step out of his comfort zone and let someone in again.

Before he knew it, Diluc had fallen asleep, between the soothing heat of the water, your massaging and the sweet sound of your voice, they had all lulled him into sleep.

"Luc? You listening?" You asked softly, "Luuuc~" you cooed. Perplexed with his quietness, you tilted your head to the side to peer into his face, where you noticed he had fallen asleep. You grinned with a giggle.

You were so preoccupied with talking, you didn't notice the change in his breathing, as it steadied out. But now you didn't know what to do. You knew you couldn't stay in the bath but you didn't want to wake him either. But you also knew the water wouldn't go cold anytime soon thanks to Diluc, placing a kiss to his damp hair, you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer. After all he deserved it.

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istorkyou · 3 years ago

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The Arrangement (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - Language.

Synopsis - Forced to work together, will you both get out alive and unscathed?

A big old sloppy kiss to @punkrocknpearls for the amazing beta, the delicious moodboard and the brilliant, thoughtful playlist (which I will post later). Dialogue tag? Never heard of it!

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CHAPTER 1

Your eyes are trained on the clock on your office wall. Three minutes late already. The voice on the end of the phone is mid-flow and you know better than to interrupt the man. He likes the sound of his own voice and is determined to make the company pay for the behaviour of the VP of Business Operations. You still can’t believe it’s gotten to this point, but you’re thinking frantically on your feet as you listen, knowing you need to try and steer him away from taking this down a legal route.

Ragnar was emphatic in his email about the meeting you are late for. All to attend, no exceptions. Be prompt.

You grab your phone and shoot a message to him explaining that you are still on a call regarding the Mr Fymes situation and you will be there as soon as possible. He responds instantly.

We are at a critical point, I understand. Stay on call as long as needed, do not rush him. He will not like that. We will wait for you.

The relief is instant. The last thing you need is to be admonished by Ragnar; you hate disappointing your boss, he has given you so much. He’d taken chance after chance on you, promoting you multiple times despite your inexperience.

You’d impressed him during an all staff conference many years ago, by challenging one of his personnel decisions. You were ballsy, and just young and stupid enough to tell him straight out, in front of the whole company, why you thought his decision was short sighted; you even had the gall to go on and explain how you would have tackled the issue differently. You remember the glint in his eye and the amused look on his face as you spoke, the dead silence in the room and how all eyes were on you when you were finished speaking.

Ragnar has just stared at you, asked you your name and told you to go to his office after the conference. You remember the fear settling low in your stomach as the certainty of dismissal loomed over you.

In actuality, the exact opposite happened.

In his office, Ragnar sat you down and explained his decision fully to you, how it affected other areas of the business you hadn’t even considered and how he planned to rectify the loss of personnel in the future. You pushed back on a few points when you had realised that you had impressed the boss of the company, not pissed him off.

“You are very tenacious, and I am not yet sure if you are brave or stupid.” His bright blue eyes considered you closely, his fingers waving in the air.

“I am definitely not stupid, Mr Lothbrok,” you offered, holding his eye contact.

“No, I do not think you are,” he said slowly, “but I think your skills are wasted in your current role. You have a natural way with people, I have spoken to your line manager and she says you are very good with customers, she gives you all the problematic ones as she says you have a way with words. You will be moved into HR. I could use your skills. I think you have a bright future with me, Y/N.”

And that was that: you’d moved roles and never looked back. You made it to VP of HR in record time, earning yourself a seat at his table. You were the only person in the company at this level that was not one of Ragnar's sons. He kept his circle incredibly tight, he demanded loyalty and got that automatically from his sons, and you had proven yourself to be just as loyal over the years.

“Mr Fymes. Please be assured that Mr Lothbrok, Ragnar, has taken your allegations incredibly seriously. I am in the middle of carrying out a full investigation into the incident and need you to understand that I am able to be impartial during my inquiries. Off the record David, may I call you David?” He grunts in agreement.

“Off the record, David, we all know that the younger Mr Lothbrok can be the most difficult of people to be around, let alone work with, I’m sure you would agree?” You wait in silence, you aren’t scared of an uncomfortable silence and have found that this method often makes the other party babble to try and fill it. It’s a subtle way to draw out information that might not be offered up in another situation.

“I would absolutely agree. He is a horrible man, a tyrant. I don’t want to return to the office whilst he is still working there. You are all lucky I didn’t go to the police!”

You stay silent and he can’t help but fill it.

“It was only my wife who wouldn’t let me. Too close to retirement, she said. Didn’t want me to have to start again in another company, worried that he would scupper any chances of a new job anyway. She wants to move to our holiday home, you see? Although I am still very much considering the police, there were witnesses you know? Lots of them.”

And there it is, the information that gives you leverage. This is the out you needed.

“Mr Fymes, David. I am going to be very honest with you now. The reason I am on the call with you today is to try and sway you away from taking this to a tribunal or the police. I’m sure that isn’t what I should be telling you, David. It’s unprofessional but I think you might have come to expect that after having Mr Lothbrok as a boss for a few years.” You are using your soothing voice, a calm cadence which comes naturally to you and you’ve found it works wonders on angry people.

You hear a huff at the end of the phone, but a faint chuckle with it. You’ve got him. You know he will take your offer and it will avoid the company's name being dragged through the mud.

“I am able to offer you a severance package, if you would be interested? You’ve said already that you don’t want to return to work here, David. It’s an incredibly generous offer, I have made sure of that, and I have added some personal requests for you, such as a written and a verbal apology from Mr Lothbrok, over the phone or Skype if you don't wish to be in his presence, which I would completely understand, David. I have also added that you will be paid your salary and a half for the next five years, before taking your pension at the normal age, no early payout reducing the overall amount. We will also take care of the tax implications. I am sure your wife would appreciate being able to move to your holiday home earlier than expected.” You are silent again.

He starts mumbling, trying to find words to say. It is an incredibly generous offer, but it’s a lot less than if he sued the company; you’re absolutely certain he would win. But your sources say he hasn’t taken any legal advice yet, so your job now is to get him to sign the severance package as soon as possible.

“Well, that does sound fair for what he put me through. So I would still get paid and not have to work? No effect on my pension?”

“None at all, David.” He’s eating out the palm of your hand now. You fight to keep your breathing calm. It’s always a massive adrenaline rush when these things go your way.

“Fine. I will take a written apology and a video apology. I don’t ever want to speak to him ever again.”

“Thank you, David. I think it’s the best outcome for you. I will come by after 4pm today for you to sign the contracts. Obviously there is the standard NDA in the contract, but I am sure that was expected. Thank you for being so understanding and patient, David. You have made this awful situation much easier to deal with.”

You hang up and roll your eyes. Of course,the poor guy deserved the package, but you wish this wasn’t the shit you were so good at. It’s not actually in your job remit but Ragnar knew you would get it done. And you did. He’s actually authorised you to go as high as three times his yearly salary for five years, but you decided to hold back in case he has a chance to reconsider and you can up the offer when you are at his house later. Gathering your papers, you stand and head for the door.

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You look at the clock: 27 minutes past three. You despise being late, but the outcome should go a way to make up for it.

You hurry to the boardroom, push the large, shiny wooden doors open and step inside to rounds of applause from your colleagues.

“About time, Y/N,” Ubbe announces, laughing.

“Thanks for finally joining us, lunch run over?” Hvitserk jokes, checking his watch.

You give them both the middle finger. They never tire of busting your balls, in or out of work. They are two of your best friends. Bjorn sits in another chair looking wholly disinterested in everything but still, he throws you a quick smile. There’s a history between you two, nothing serious or important to get in the way of your working relationship.

You look at Ragnar whose eyebrows are raised as if asking you how it went. You nod at him and he claps his hands together twice, stands up quickly, nodding and smiling at you.

“She obviously thinks her time is more important than the rest of ours,” says the sour voice from your right. The youngest Lothbrok is staring at you, twirling a pen in his fingers.

Ivar. God, you hate Ivar. An absolute giant pain in the ass, he and you have never gotten along. He’s never trusted you and you despise his character. The others went to college and worked their way up. Ivar’s enormous ego allowed him the self belief that he was too good for college, it was beneath him and he knew more than any of the professors already. The very frustrating thing was, he was probably right. He has the sharpest mind you’ve ever met and was incredible at strategy and predicting business trends, which has helped the company grow to its current success. But he was a vile person, with a temper so short he made Gordon Ramsey look like Mother Theresa, and a violent streak that he barely made any effort to contain. Hence your phone call this morning. You sometimes thought you spent more time cleaning up his messes than doing your own work.

It was no secret that you hated each other.

“Definitely more important than yours, Ivar,” you reply curtly “How was golf this morning?” You had called his secretary to discuss Mr Fymes and she’d thrown him under the bus. He must have done something to piss her off. Ubbe and Hvitserk try to suppress laughs.

Ivar’s gaze darts to his father, who just rolls his eyes at his youngest son. Ivar looks back at you with a menacing smile. He’s about to open his mouth but you get in first.

“I would very much hold that tongue of yours, Ivar,” you tell him bluntly, eyes unwaveringly cold. “I just got you out of a potential lawsuit and an horrendous situation for the company.”

He looks at you blankly.

“David Fymes?” you offer, not bothering to hide the hint of exasperation in your tone.

“Oh. He was incompetent.” Ivar at least has the good grace to look a little ashamed before he resumes his usual aloof manner.

“You threw your computer at him, Ivar. He has a scar on his forehead.” You tap your head to emphasise your words.

My god, the arrogance of this man.

Ivar shrugs. “Yeah, not my finest moment.”

“No it certainly was not.” Ragnar leans forward, both of his hands on the polished oak of the huge table you are all sitting around. “Luckily, that silver tongue of our VP of HR managed to save our asses once again, putting out another fire. You’d do well to remember that, Ivar.” He wags a finger in Ivar’s direction before turning to the rest of you.

“So,” he begins, changing the subject, “the reason you have all been summoned by me today is to let you know the new office will be opening shortly. All the necessary permissions have finally been signed, thank you for giving that a helping hand, Bjorn.” Bjorn gives his father a casual salute. You wonder idly to yourself what Bjorn did, then decide that you are actually glad you don’t know.

“So I have decided that we will need a permanent presence there until the build is complete and operations are running smoothly,” Ragnar continues. “I have decided that Ivar will be that person.”

Ragnar sits back into his chair slowly, waiting for the fallout.

You look at Ivar, waiting for the explosion. It doesn’t come. He just rocks back and forth in his chair, elbows on the arm rests, fingers together in front of his face. You watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

“You have no family responsibilities, Ivar.” Ragnar pulls a file from the pile in the centre of the table and hands one to Ivar. “You are the obvious choice. I hear there has been a breakdown in your relationship with the blonde. I thought you might see it as an opportunity to get away for a bit.”

All eyes turn to Ivar; this is the first you’ve heard about it and clearly the rest of the Lothbrok brothers are in the same situation. Not that any of you would have a problem with it: Freydis was insufferable.

“Floki has a big mouth,” is all Ivar says. His eyes dart to yours and you look away quickly.

“I’m not the only one with no responsibilities, Father,” Ivar pipes up suddenly. “Y/N doesn’t either, unless she has started up with Bjorn again?” His smirk is infuriating. You keep your face expressionless.

“I am married now, Ivar. Don’t be a prick,” Bjorn sighs impatiently.

Ivar keeps his eyes on you, even when addressing Bjorn. “Like that has ever stopped you in the past.”

“It would certainly stop me though,” you spit, disgusted at his insinuation.

Your eyes are still on each other. You refuse to be embarrassed about your fling with Bjorn, and absolutely refuse to let this asshole know that him bringing it up in front of everyone has gotten to you.

“Children. Children.” Ragnar's playful voice cuts through the tension. You look at him and his face is full of mischief. When his eyes meet you there is an unmistakable look of amusement in them.

This better not mean what you think it means.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and that is confirmation enough.

“No.” You shake your head slowly.

“Yes, little one.” His blue eyes sparkling

“No, father,” Ivar says through clenched teeth.

“Ragnar…” Your voice is low and there is a distinct warning in your tone.

“The hot head and the fire fighter.” Ragnar is looking between you both, smiling wistfully.

Ubbe, Bjorn and Hvitserk are looking at you, bewildered; it’s taking them much longer to cotton on than it took you and Ivar.

“I cannot work with him, Ragnar,” you announce firmly. “He’s insufferable, lazy, he will oppose my every decision for the sake of it! I don’t want to move away for six months either.”

“Oh? And what have you got to stay here for? However, she is correct, Father, I will do things to deliberately piss her off.” Ivar smirks.

You both continue throwing insults at each other so you don’t notice that the other four people in the room are all up to speed now.

“Father, they will kill each other.” Hvitserk whispers loudly.

Ragnar gives his three sons a wink as they all settle back to watch the argument breaking out between you and Ivar.

“Either that or they will finally fuck and we can all get some respite from their feud,” Ragnar says cheekily. “I wish we had some popcorn.”

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There is no changing Ragnar's mind. It’s an opportunity you would have normally flung yourself at an amazing challenge, an experience which you would never have another chance to gain. You would have fought for the chance to add another string to your professional bow. But there were two things making this difficult for you.

The first being Ivar.

You have no idea how the pair of you are going to keep from murdering each other whilst you are there. Six months? There is no way both of you are going to make it out unscathed.

You begged Ragnar to just let it be you, but he is insistent that Ivar has the skills for certain areas that you lack, and vice versa. You know he is right but this is going to be the hardest task you've ever undertaken.

For all your reputation of having a silver tongue, for all your skills in swinging anyone round to your way of thinking, sadly Ivar has never been one of them. He is immune to it. However, his reputation of being hard to handle and scary has never bothered you; you will happily call him on his bullshit.

In short, you are oil and water. And everyone knows oil and water don’t mix.

The second reason you don’t want to move away for six months is that you have just started seeing someone. It’s new and fresh and super exciting. You haven't liked anyone like this for a long while. But work is your priority at the moment, so you break the news over dinner at your favourite spot.

“Six months?? What? When did you find out? It’s so far away.” Ash looks heartbroken, and your stomach sinks immediately.

“I’m so sorry, Ash.” you genuinely, “I had no idea, it was sprung on me a few days ago. I’ve been trying to find a good time to tell you and this is the first time I’ve seen you face to face.”

“So what does that mean for us?” Ash asks with a shaky voice, reaching out to take your hand across the table.

“It means I will be gone the full six months,” you say. “it’s a massive undertaking and I can’t see myself having much free time at all. It’s not a short flight either. I suppose what I’m saying is we should probably call it quits for now. Maybe see where we are when I get back?”

“Hello there, Y/N,” Ivar is suddenly next to your table. You have been so lost in Ash’s eyes you hadn’t noticed him at all.

Fuck, what have I done that’s so bad that karma would let this asshole interrupt this moment? You curse inwardly.

“Ivar,” you say, as you let Ash’s hand go. Ivar watches your hands pull away and looks to Ash.

“And who do we have here? You haven’t mentioned you are seeing anyone, Y/N. Especially someone as beautiful as this.” His predatory eyes run all over Ash’s face and down to her chest. Anger rises in you.

“Ivar, this is Ash. Ash, this is Ivar. We work together. Ivar please leave us alone, we are in the middle of something.” You stare pointedly at him, silently pleading for him to go away. He looks back to Ash who has tears along her waterline at the words you have said to her.

You watch it register on Ivar’s face as he realises what is happening here, that you are in the middle of something serious. You are expecting for him to revel in the awkwardness, even pull up a chair and ask you to continue, but he doesn’t. He looks in your eyes and nods quickly.

“I am sorry for the interruption, ladies,” he mutters curtly, straightening. “Please enjoy the rest of your evening.” And with that, he turns to walk to his table.

You continue where you left off the conversation. Ash wants to stay together, saying she can fly out and see you but you know what you are like. You know you will be hyper-focussed on work and will not make her a priority, and you are adamant that she deserves to be someone’s priority. You also know you won’t last six months without sex; you can barely last six days, and you will never be a cheater.

It ends amicably, with the promise that you will be in touch as soon as you get back home. You really do like her.

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Ivar doesn’t mention seeing you with Ash again, not until you have both boarded Ragnar's private jet that will ferry you to your new City.

“Has Ragnar gone over the living arrangements with you?” Ivar asks as he thumbs through a dossier.

“Yes, hotel for a week then we move into an apartment complex once the decorating is finished.” You don’t look up from the spreadsheet you are working on.

You can feel his eyes on you; you glance at him and his eyes are narrowed as he takes you in.

“I didn’t know you are bisexual,” he says out of the blue.

“Why would you?” You still don’t look up from your spreadsheet.

“Is it a secret?” he enquires.

You stop what you are doing and close your laptop, giving him your full attention. He has never asked you one single question about your personal life in the decade you have known him. Trust this to pique his interest.

“No, it’s not a secret.” You offer him no more information than he has asked for.

“Do my brothers know? My father?” His face is expressionless; he can be so hard to read, much like yourself.

You breathe in deeply through your nose and survey his face. It’s not often you get to just look at his face. Objectively, it’s a beautiful face, perfectly proportioned, smooth skin except for a scar on his right cheek that runs over his lips, neat hair, always shaved and the sides pulled into a bun.

Shame about his personality.

“Hvitserk and Ubbe know, of course,” you tell him with another sigh. “Bjorn? I don’t know. I never told him because it never came up, and I don’t think Ragnar is concerned in the slightest with who I fuck.” You are blunt and hope this is the last of the exchange.

“Oh he was when it was Bjorn,” Ivar scoffs, raising his eyebrows twice.

You frown before you can stop it, because you would prefer to poker face the conversation. Why would that bother Ragnar? you wonder. You want to act disinterested but you need to know.

“Ragnar was upset by it?” you ask him, desperately trying to sound detached.

Ivar is studying your expression intently; with a little tilt of his head he chuckles.

“Quite the opposite,” is all he offers. Playing your game: making you ask for more, not offering.

“What do you mean?” you ask, taking the bait, sighing audibly so he is aware of your irritation at him.

“He was ecstatic at the thought of you being a Lothbrok,” Ivar says smugly. “The way he exploded when he found out Bjorn had slept with someone else.” He lets out a whistle then laughs as if he still can’t believe what happened. “We all thought father was going to kill him. He was so apoplectic it took all of us to hold him back.”

Your brow creases together in confusion and Ivar doesn’t miss it.

“He is very fond of you,” Ivar explains and gives you what you think could be a genuine smile, but as you’ve never seen his features pull into anything genuine you can’t be certain.

You feel a little blush on your cheek and you look out of the window to have a break from Ivar’s gaze. This is probably the most civilised conversation you have ever had with him.

“It would have ended with Bjorn eventually,” you explain. “It would never have gotten serious. His wandering dick just sped up the process. I need someone more…” You are searching for the word.

“Feminine?” Ivar smirks.

You smile. “Not necessarily. Someone more challenging. Someone with a bit more upstairs.” You tap the side of your head.

Ivar laughs loudly at your gesture and you laugh along with him. It feels…odd.

“So, did you break up with Ash?” he asks carefully. “She is very beautiful.”

“Yes, it’s six months, Ivar,” you reply with a shrug of your shoulders. “I’m not planning on going back often, if at all, so it was unfair to keep her hanging. You’re right, she is very beautiful. Perfect body.” You glance at him.

“Can I have her number?” You can see he’s only half-joking.

“Unfortunately for you, Ivar, she isn’t interested in what you have to offer her at all.” Your eyes flit to his crotch.

“Ah, I see. That is unfortunate for me.” He chuckles and goes back to his work, and you do the same.

CHAPTER 2

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo

Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous

I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot.

Fushiguro Megumi

-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu.

-Like a lot.

-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces.

-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know.

-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others.

-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other.

-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured.

-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on.

-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal.

-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though.

-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did.

-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now.

-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone.

-Now PDA is non-existent with this one.

-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck.

-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service.

-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission.

-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it.

-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?

-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing.

-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed.

-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that.

-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal.

-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.

-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time.

-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials.

-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand.

-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you.

-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep.

-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship.

-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time.

-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must.

-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one.

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day.

-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist.

-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon.

-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms.

-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle.

-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones.

-His favorite is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.

-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo.

-He is ready to rip his ears off.

-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.

-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend.

-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*.

Itadori Yuuji

-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?

-Your relationship is naturally effortless.

-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried.

-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.

-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping.

-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it.

-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles.

-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles???

-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions.

-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit.

-Real party crasher.

-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses.

-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public.

-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist.

-It’s a physical need.

-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay.

-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions.

-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means.

-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all.

-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed.

-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart.

-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window.

-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin.

-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours.

-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage.

-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure.

-An I love you a day is required for good vibes.

-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame.

-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers.

-Fuck him, literally.

Gojo Satoru

-This fucking tease.

-He has no chill!!!!!!

-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!

-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning.

-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day.

-It’s his main goal really.

-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break.

-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones.

-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50.

-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days.

-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness.

-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash.

-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder.

-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you.

-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder.

-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy.

-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him.

-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day.

-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay.

-Talks everyone’s ear off.

-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them.

-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you.

-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer.

-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes.

-Gojo hates them for that.

-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time.

-You are really grateful for him in those moments.

-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe.

-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer.

-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him.

-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses.

-Adores seeing you in his clothes.

-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house.

-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt.

-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged.

-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can.

-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses.

-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him.

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holycrimin · 4 years ago

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It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

•

.....

I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

#karl heisenberg x you #heisenberg x male reader #heisenberg x reader #angst #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #assistant

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oliviayamaoka · 4 years ago

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The Distraction Continuation (Ghostface / Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Reader)

As requested, this is a continuation of the Distraction fic I made. Check out the first fic if you haven’t already. Enjoy! :)

You sighed deeply as you crossed your arms, shutting your eyes in slight annoyance at what was to come. Another trial. You hadn’t been in one for a while but your break was rather short-lived. There were three others that stood by your side. Ace Visconti, David King, and Yui Kimura. You respected them and actually enjoyed their company. Ace was funny, David taught you a couple of things, and Yui was always nice to you, encouraging you.

“Where do you think we’ll go this time?” Yui asked you, nudging your elbow with her own. You instantly lit up. Human interaction was comforting.

“Haven’t been to Hawkins or Glenvale in a bit.” Y/N replied with a slight shrug.

“My bet is the asylum.” Ace interrupted, pointing finger guns with that stupid smirk of his. Yui rolled her eyes, she didn’t seem to like Ace very much. Not since he flirted with her one time, even if it was jokingly.

“We might actually be there if Ace himself says so.” David said as the familiar gust of air surrounded the four of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, getting chills from the cold fog and air. The smell of fire and spring overcame you. Y/N opened their eyes, realizing that Ace’s bet was right. As always. A small laugh escaped your lips, a feeling of enjoyment before all hell could break loose again.

Your gaze averted to the familiar structure of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. A sound played in your head, the screech of the Nurse. You were always curious about her but never got the chance to even talk to her unlike... no, it was one time. You weren’t gonna go around and try talk to killers like you did with him.

You put your palm to your forehead, cringing at the memory. Not in a bad way but maybe you could’ve done something differently. No, not really. Jed was a psychopath, a murderer. He was charming in a fucked up sort of way. You sighed as you walked towards a generator behind the grey brick walls.

There wasn’t any indication that it was the Pig or Freddy, thankfully. You began to work on the generator. Your thoughts turned to the fear of being hooked, stabbed, and hurt. You shuddered at the thought of it, the feeling of the hook would probably never leave you. Death was forever here, unfortunately. Elodie and Felix’s conversation had given you hope, maybe there was a way out of here.

“Shit.” You mumble as you shielded your eyes from the small explosion.

Y/N huffed. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself and began again. Your head perked up as you heard stomping. It wasn’t loud enough to be the Oni or Trapper.

You kept a head on the generator as you noticed a dark figure stomping towards you. You needed a moment to process the situation. It was Ghostface? Oh shit, it was him, you thought. Flashbacks of your last encounter played in your head, he was definitely pissed off and you couldn’t blame it at this point.

“Don’t fucking try it.” He muttered in reference to you breaking into a sprint.

You felt panic wash over you as you quickly observed your surroundings. There weren’t any nearby pallets or vaults, it was a random open area near a hill with a chest and hook. Perfect, just perfect. Ghostface was quicker than usual, he grabbed you by the waist aggressively to tackle you down.

Ghostface held a knife to the back of your head once you hit the ground. You grunted as he put down all his weight onto you and assured that you wouldn’t be able to escape. The ground felt so uncomfortable, especially against your face. There was a few moments of you struggling beneath him to escape but it became no use. You stopped struggling after he pressed the blade against your skin.

“Didn’t bring a toolbox this time, Y/N?” He asked mockingly, pressing his gloved finger over the small slit. You winced at the stinging sensation but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“You know how to hold a grudge, Jed.” You replied. You were utterly terrified yet you always felt the need to reply to his stupid remarks.

“Indeed I do.” He replied, grabbing you and making you stand up. He held the knife to your back and pressed it slightly.

Ghostface was actually angry. He didn’t seem to mind actually hurting you or pressing the knife into your skin. You gasped at the painful sensation as he looked around, he saw the killer shack. He held a tight grip on your shoulder as he forced you to walk that way.

You instantly knew where he wanted to go. You just hoped the basement wasn’t there. Of course, you had known that this day would eventually come. But, why now? It was such awful timing, especially with the blue mood you had. Once the two of you reached the shack, he shoved you onto the ground aggressively.

“You’re pathetic... talking and talking last time we met. Now, you’re just a shitty excuse for a survivor.” He said to you. You scoffed.

“If it helps, Jed, I’m sorry.” Y/N replied. Your hand reached to the back of your neck where he had cut you. There wasn’t much blood but it still hurt. You stared at your bloodied fingertips as the man got more infuriated.

“You don’t get to call me that. And why the fuck are you apologizing?” He questioned you. His tone was venomous, this terrified you but him killing you was inevitable and well... you wanted to see him, anyways.

“If you didn’t care, you’d have hooked me now. I must’ve really hurt your feelings, huh?” You said, half-jokingly but you were also genuine.

“I don’t care.” He replied to you almost instantly. You knew that was a lie.

“Then why won’t you hook me? You could’ve slashed my back open but instead you pinned me to the ground... weirdo.” You mumbled.

He fell silent for a second. Ghostface was a bit baffled by you. Why weren’t you begging for your life? The version he remembered of you was different, or maybe he killed too many survivors that would beg. Not only that but he planned this out thoroughly. He was practically counting on you to scream and beg for your life. Ghostface had even made an offering for this realm because he researched it extensively, as he did with most of his previous murders.

Despite what he may have thought, Y/N was absolutely terrified. However, there was a strange feeling of attraction to him. Not necessarily a crush just yet but there was also a rivalry in which you felt comfortable talking to him. He felt like a real person. Well, of course he was a real person but you had no trouble making shitty remarks to him.

“I want this to last because you were being a little bitch last time. I’ve been dying to slice you open and make you regret that stupid little stunt you pulled.” He said to you.

You sat up, bringing one knee to your chest casually. There was a feeling of bravery that washed over you like last time. Y/N sighed deeply and looked around the shack. It was a basic shake. No totem, no gen.

“Yeah, sure... then do it.” You said to him.

“You’re not making this any easier.” He replied, more annoyed with you.

“Nothing you do is gonna make me regret what I did. Even if you do kill me and make me suffer, I’m still gonna come back alive. I’ve been puked on, trapped, and even had some weird ass trap put onto my head.” You said, standing up and pointing your finger to his chest.

“But you, Danny, only have a knife. I know the Legion or whatever their names are can use that better than you. You’re just a weirdo with a mask.” Y/N finished.

Ghostface seemed rather stunned, yet offended. Mainly because he couldn’t doubt anything you said. It became known that the Legion studied the human anatomy extensively, more than Danny ever cared to do. His area of expertise was stalking and memorizing a person’s schedule. But still. his ego was always bigger than any logic. The cloaked man grabbed your wrist. He oddly didn’t grab it too tight, he lifted your arm over your head.

“And what does that make you? I’m still better than you to some degree. You’re trapped here because the Entity thinks you deserve it and I get to kill anybody I desire.” He said, the tip of his blade poking your stomach.

“I guess we’re both shitty people.” You shrugged as his grip somewhat loosened. He sighed deeply before throwing you towards the generator.

“I had hoped killing you would be satisfying.” He muttered, bitter that your reaction wasn’t what he imagined. You fixed your shirt slightly and leaned against the generator. A part of slowly began to accept the growing crush you developed on the strange murderer, you didn’t care at this point since you were damned to an eternity of trials.

“It probably would’ve been if you weren’t so easy to talk to.” You said to him as he snapped his head towards you, confused for a moment. Easy to talk to? He scoffed in response.

“Easy? You’re the fucking weirdo here.” He said, with a bit of a defeated tone.

“You’re no ladykiller, Danny, but... I’m charmed. I guess it’s something killers like you do though.” You said to him.

“I don’t charm or seduce people. I watch them.” He corrected you.

“Explains a lot.” You said, looking at your nails. Ghostface was quick to give into his ego and crossed his arms in a very stubborn manner.

“Actually, I did. As Jed Olsen, anyways. People were so trusting of him and neglected to suspect the new guy in town. It made it easy to watch people and I had a lot of excuses to spend hours doing so.” He said to you.

“Jed sounds nice.” Y/N shrugged.

“Well, Jed isn’t real, babe. He’s a shitty facade of what people like in a person. Made it so much easier for myself.” Ghostface said.

“Okay then,.. what did you do? As a career?” You asked him.

“I was a journalist and wrote for the Roseville Gazette. They made me cover my own killings and I did a good job doing so. Nobody could really understand my work though, no matter how much I tried to when I was Jed.” He said, a proud tone in his voice as he spoke. You were weirded out and cautious but you wanted to try and understand him.

“So, is that why you do it? For art?” You asked him as his head perked.

“That’s exactly why! There’s something very beautiful about the redness unique to somebody pouring out of them, even mixing with others. Not only that but just toying around and seeing how loud one can scream. Each scream is so unique and different. And just like art, you can fix your mistakes if it isn’t done right.” He explained, he seemed more relaxed.

“Fix? But wouldn’t they be dead?” You asked him, genuinely confused.

“You have to be an expert craftsman to fix it. A scream is a delicacy, something I choose not to indulge myself in often. Y’know, don’t want anybody hearing what goes on. When I do want to hear the screaming, it’s usually when my target has piqued my interest or mildly annoyed me. It feels rewarding after going through all the effort to memorize their lifestyle.” He said.

“A weird but cool way of looking at it, I suppose.” Y/N said.

You didn’t really care about morality at this point. Such things as the Entity exist, anyways, You weren’t sure what you did to deserve being stranded here. Even if you did have a weird romantic interest in him, so what? Why would the Entity care? Why would any Gods care? And even then, you seemed to have an interest in his hobby. Blood and killing didn’t faze you anymore.

“You think so?” He asked you.

“Depends on the person, I guess. I’d only do it to bad people.” You said.

“But, you’d do what I do?” He asked you.

“Yeah...?” You responded. Danny seemed a bit giddy.

“How would you do it?” Ghostface asked, he seemed way too excited to hear about your non-existent methods of killing.

“I don’t know...” Y/N replied, feeling somewhat flustered by how close he was to you. It was a different type of feeling when he wasn’t trying to stab you.

“If you want, I could show you some pictures and give you tips.” He said.

“And kill who? We’re stuck in this hellhole.” You reminded him.

“What about the other survivors? They can’t all be innocent.” Ghostface said to you. He had some appreciation for you since you listened. It was crazy how much this strange man can switch up.

“No, never. I’m not that crazy.” You said as the loud horn of the exit gates blared. You looked around, really surprised. He seemed just as surprised.

“That long?” He questioned.

“Guess I’m just that good of a distraction.” You said to him as he silently sighed in frustration but didn’t seem to care. A part of him enjoyed your talk.

“Guess you’re gonna be my one kill.” He said, shifting towards you and pushing you against the wall. You were taken aback by his swift movement.

You squirmed against his body, somewhat sliding downwards so kicking was pretty much useless unless you wanted to completely fall. The two of you grunted quietly as he turned you around, shoving your face against the hard wall. It was uncomfortable but he wasn’t being as rough as he usually was. At this point, you were scared of his knife so you tried pulling his hands away from you in the awkward position. Ghostface tightly pinned one of your arms on your back, you winced as he tugged on your hair.

He leaned inwards, poking his head towards your neck and hair. Ghostface took a moment to memorize your scent and what your hair texture might have felt like. For some strange reason, he seemed to want to learn everything about you. It might have been a bad idea for you to have opened him up about his art.

“Get off of me.” You demanded in a stern voice.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.” He replied sarcastically.

You froze up when he slid his hand under your shirt, his fingertips trailing on your back. It wasn’t the motion itself but rather the feeling of his ungloved hand. You felt yourself go into a rather catatonic state, not in fear but you were quick to wonder why he would take his glove off. A thousand thoughts and scenarios played in your mind. His touch was soft but still managed to leave you with chills.

Ghostface, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. He made notes of how soft your skin felt, his hand curiously wandered upwards. It wasn’t long before his hand wandered to your more sensitive areas. A gasp escaped your mouth as kept you pinned with his knees, his hands groping you a bit more roughly. Your face heated up when he squeezed you, you didn’t seem to struggle either.

“Fuck...” You whispered.

“If only we had the time.” He mumbled, sticking three of his gloved fingers into your mouth. Your eyes rested as you stared upwards, allowing him to continue touching you.

“I bet you’re getting all excited over this... if only I could capture the look on your face right now. How does it feel? Having somebody like me have their way?” He asked you. You felt aroused yet ashamed to oblige him.

“It feels good...” You managed to say, his fingers still in your mouth.

You felt the bulge in his crotch grow hard but this wasn’t the time or place. As much as he wanted to fuck you then and there, he needed to have some control over himself. He pulled his hands away and slid his glove back on. You let out a sigh of relief but also a whine. You knew just as much as he did that it just wasn’t the right time. You wiped the saliva from your lips and slowly stood up.

He pulled you backwards by your waist. You felt him rub his knife near your crotch, gliding it teasingly. His other hand wrapped around your neck. You heard him chuckle rather darkly. At this point, you seemed more hot and bothered than he was. Ghostface squeezed your neck a little harder, wanting to get one last sound of of you before he let you go. He didn’t care whether or not the Entity would be displeased or not.

“Guess you’ll have to be a whore some other time.” He said, cutting you on the arm slightly. You pulled your arm away quickly.

“Whatever.” You replied, flustered by his comment. Did that just happen?

“Better go before the Entity kills you itself.” He said to you.

“Right, right... see you around, Danny.” You said before quickly walking away and then running towards the exit gates.

His head tilted curiously. Ghostface wasn’t sure if he had feelings or not. He admired you for listening to him and asking some questions though. But, now that he knew you’d do things with him willingly, he had some ideas. A wide smile grew behind his mask as he began to fantasize about the photos he would eventually take.

You would probably come to regret your actions, seeing as his obsession with you would grow. Danny needed to know everything about you and even felt a bit possessive now. It didn’t matter, there was many possibilities within the Fog. Pray that you’ll be ready for your next meeting.

NOTE: Currently writing a full fledged Danny fic with a different plot but have the sequel to the Distraction. Ty for reading!

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #dbd fanfic #dbd x reader

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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All This Hassle, and What For?

Pairing | Loki Laufeyson x reader

Summary | getting taken hostage, along with Loki, is far more amusing than ever intended to be, despite it leaving your captors anything but impressed.

Warnings | kidnapping, mentions of depression, swearing, implied smut, innuendos

Based off this tiktok. All original rights to the plot go back to the creator.

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Opening your aching eyes, you found yourself to be in a large room, there were plenty of feet stood at your eye level, and such a sight made you frown. You certainly didn’t remember being knocked out, but who would, the exposure to unconsciousness was most likely sudden.

But nevertheless, you raised your head, glaring up at those whom had captured you. As your eyes scoured the room, your eyes landed promptly on the god of mischief, who had his hands bound and shackled in chains, and by Odin, did he look good.

However, your attraction the man who once reigned terror down upon New York wasn’t the focus now, and so you licked your lips, and kicked the nearest guard in the leg. He stumbled, the noise loud enough to draw the attention of all others, and you were pleased to stifle a laugh. Loki frowned at your behaviour, knowing that this was not the way that you were trained to be an avenger, but it was clear that you were no longer on earth, so human pleasantries did not apply here.

“And by the gods, who in the galactic council’s name do you think you are?” The closest asked, wrapping his large hand through your hair, and tugging your face up to stare up at him, wanting you to be treated as the lesser being he thought you as.

“Actually, he’s the god.” Tilting your head, you diverted it towards Loki, who squinted feebly at your answer. “But I think you already knew that, since you have him rattled in metal. Just a word of advice, rumour has it that he likes to be restrained in such ways; really, you’re doing him a favour, and you may just earn yourself a big tip.”

You sent a wink up at the commander, watching with inward joy as he grimaced at your development within your speech. “Quite a nice sight, to see him so vulnerable and at someone’s mercy, so thank you general.”

Sending him a smile, he huffed, whilst Loki tried his darnedest to contain an amused grin. It wouldn’t be the first occasion that you had made suggestions regarding the new troop of the avengers; even when he was around causing mischief, (which he still tended to do), there were always words said that gained the god’s intrigue.

Tony at the time, and to this day, despite him being a part of the heroic team, which Thor was ‘inclined’ to drag him into, thought nothing more than disgust at your meaningful jokes. In his words, ‘you two may as well screw so we don’t have to listen to anymore of this dirty banter, you in regards to reindeer games’.

How you wished right now, preached silently even, that Tony could bare to listen again, so that he could send in the team whom could deal with these aliens that were keeping your imprisoned. But all communications were cut, and that just left you and Loki.

By no means did you doubt if Loki got the chance to escape, he would leave you. It was in his nature to do so, but if you could pose a lack of threat, they may loosen up on their efficiency in guarding you. After all, Loki was the one they wanted, not you. And then, both of you could get away from this galactic nonsense.

“Humans.” The general huffed, causing you to grimace as the stench of his breath wafted through the air, and hit your nose. “You all think that you are so special, but when it comes down to it, those who are not from your planet do not care. Loki here, this god, does not care about you little one. And he never will.”

“That’s okay with me, because I don’t care about him either. It’d called self preservation.” You informed your captor, noticing Loki staring across at you with an icy gaze. Who were you kidding? Of course you cared about the god, but right now, you would do anything to get out of this predicament.

“Aw would you look at that.” The feet moved back towards the main reward of their capture, staring down at the green eyed trickster with mocking eyes. “This woman has attitude just like yours, if either of you cared, I’d call it a match made in Asgard.” A laugh bellowed from the wide chest of the being, finding his own comedy quite humorous.

“Excuse me, I’m way out of his league!” You pretended to be offended, bringing your hands that were free of restraint to your chest. They thought not to tie you down as they did to him, after all, you were nothing but a midguardian. That was their mistake. “What’d you want with old horse shagger over there anyways? Don’t be alarmed, but he actually does some kind of good now, even if it be out of his own self interest.”

A heavy sigh fell on deaf ears, as the protector of space glanced unsurely between the pair of you. “He has the tesseract, and I wish to take it from his slippery hands, he cannot be trusted with such a powerful source of energy.” His words bellowed a laugh of absolute surprise from your mouth, earning a frown from those keeping you hear, and a cock of the head from the god of mischief.

It was clear that not only was he confused by your supple, yet somewhat pleasant burst of amusement, but he was also in the dark about what in the Hela this predominant being was speaking of. Yes, he had had the tesseract at one point , however, no longer was it in his untrustworthy grasp.

Thanos had taken ownership over it, after killing many of the people that he had saved from the events of Ragnarok. It was not just some energy source, it had been an infinity stone all along, tricking the eyes of elders and the young to believe that it was nothing more than a harbouring of power. But it had indeed been the space stone, and it was taken from him, in exchange for saving Thor’s life.

The Guardians of the Galaxy had found the pair of them upon the aftermath of the wreckage, taking them in, amongst plans of taking Thanos down. It had been a failure, up until the avengers went back in time, going to their past that would not affect their future, so that they could reverse the affects the Titan had brought upon earth and everywhere else.

During that time, Loki had nurtured his brother, watching as he fell apart with the responsibility of their people, and collapsed into a spiral of depression. You had also been there for Thor, doing your best to take the drink away from the bulky god, but to no avail did you manage to succeed. And so, during those tormenting five years, you and Loki would sit side by side, both basking silently in your failures.

“I thought you guys’d know everything, but I guess that you and your highness are stuck in one time line; all of them. But for us humans and every lesser being, there are multiple, and that Loki that stole the tesseract, yet I say again, is one much different. And we are on the search for him, to stop his disruption and crossing over of the times!” An exonerated, and audible exhale of air left you after your little speech.

Loki smirked, at the premise of you protecting him with the admission of the truth. But he couldn’t help but feel a feeling of warmth flutter within his immortal insides, it was rather a nice feeling he realised. “He is quite difficult to catch, we have been tracking him since the time heist went sideways.”

“That’s because he’s you!” You pointedly exclaimed, unable to pin some of the blame upon the god himself. Sure, in recent times he had changed, and was much different from back when he wanted all mortals to kneel before him (which you’d willingly do if it ever came to that, though you’d never tell him under which circumstances that would be), but at the end of the day, that had been him once!

The tricks and the lies still remained, but he had found a reason to thrive, and a long and enduring career that he was well at tackling. Often, he made out being an avenger, despite the government’s rouse of concern, to be a bore, and that he had far better things to do. But he stayed, with a light in his eyes, and continued following along with the heroic traditions, breaking a few rules here and there.

“Dear, why do you always have to put the blame upon me? I was not the one who decided to put that green dye within your shampoo, but I’ll have to admit, did you look so enrapturing.” He was running a ploy, dragging out the time that you spent bantering in hopes of something happening.

Unlike Heimdall, he did not have foresight, but it was a requirement whilst the pair of you were on your expediting mission, that you check in with the base, via the comms that had cracked under brutal feet. And so, he spoke, with the promise that you’d return the conversation and leave all others in the room confused with your meaningless discussion.

“I did, didn’t I?” You asked, to which he hummed in reply, lightly nodding his head, as his feline eyes ran up your body, paying ample attention to how your limbs were free, unlike his own. “But I’d say fine sir, that the blame is down to Clint, and if I’m correct, may we kick his ass as soon as we get back home?”

“Of course we can my beloved-“ you froze at his choice of words, and it appears that he did too, suddenly realising his mistake. Gulping for a second he went to speak again, but the commander felt much inclined to but in, and stop the headache that was bubbling in his large head.

“Shut up; the pair of you!” His scolding made you feel as though you were in school over again, it was impossible not to drop your head down and try to contain your laughter. Loki too found such enjoyment in this predicament, sporting a cheshire grin to emit his emotions.

“I’m sorry, can you say that again? Maybe a just a tad louder?” You pinched your thumb and forefinger together to show how much, and it was clear that you were pissing this primal being off. He began towards you, and you were prepared to fight him, you were never one to back down, which was one feature upon the various reasons that Fury had initially recruited you.

Awaiting the first strike, you stood despite the others around you, your eyes wide open as you bravely stared up at your opponent. But before the fight could begin, a distant crash assumed preference in your ears, causing you to turn your head in the direction it had came from. And then, all of a sudden, a ship crashed through the dock, guns blazing from its side.

“What are you waiting for?” The distinct voice of Rocket asked, and obediently you ran through the terror, finding Loki already upon the ship, but then, he appeared behind you also. “Quill, get ready to go!”

Taking glances, you stared between the two practically identical copies, a light frown on your face. Both were restrained, yet the one that was seated beside Groot, whom was playing a game on some nineties device, was glaring up at the pair of you.

“An avenger, really?” The seated one laughed, mocking his once future self, as you felt the ship steer clear away from the scene. Your Loki quirked his brow, smirking at his self that had avoided the wars that he had chosen to fight upon earth.

“Yes, an avenger.” He responded, causing his other to languidly scoff. An ‘I am groot’ came from the tree, and it was uncertain in your spoken languages of what he had said, but either way, you were more intrigued by the conversation that was happening between the Loki’s. “And I’ll have you know, that she is infinitely more brave than you, you cower-some fool.”

“Oh, so we’re going there?” You asked, causing the pair to snap out of their mutual rivalry, and stare haphazardly at you. “No, don’t mind me, feel free to continue.”

“We’re not going to be unable to unbind your until we reach earth.” Gamora cut in, speaking to the Loki that you knew to be the original.

“That’s fine.” He nodded humbly, before casting his attention back at his alternate reflection. “And this woman, is not only an avenger. She was there for your brother when you were not.”

“Aw.” The other Loki smirked, almost cruelly. “So she’s your beloved?” He remarked rudely, and it seemed to break something within Loki, him wishing not to listen to the other version of himself. He decided he did not like him, and understand how you must have felt upon your initial meeting.

“Yes.” You went to speak, but instead, Loki stood before you, powerlessly pulling your face to his own, and colliding his lips upon yours. On impulse, you ravenously replied with much affection, clasping his jaw and allowing him entrance into your mouth. It earned a disgusted groan out of the Loki that had caused all this hassle.

“I hate to interrupt...” Rocket returned, after putting his gun down and having gone to the front of the ship with Quill, so that he could contact Stark. “But these may get those off.” He held a pair of golden pliers, that were far larger than his body. At the sight , you pulled away from Loki’s face for a moment, raising a brow.

“It’s fine, I think I want to keep them on.” You smirked, earning another sound of disapproval from Loki’s identical rival, pulling him back to your face. Wildly, he hummed into the cavern of your mouth, as the pair of you stumbled around on the spaceship.

“Bedrooms are down the hall to the right.” Nebula informed you, her voice monotone, and in turn, you dragged the god towards said direction, finally releasing all the tension that had been pent up through the years.