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cherrydbear · 4 months ago

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In water 7 now and mad at half the straw hats so I'm exposing their sins (also watching fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood so I've got those on the brain)

Luffy - gluttony

His hunger knows no bounds, and he's even put his friends at risk to satisfy it, like when he ate up the food stores while they were crossing the desert in Alabasta or when he fought Zoro in Whiskey Peak for cutting down people who had given them food. And not just eating, everything Luffy does is to excess. Not exactly the same but in a similar vein, he can be selfish sometimes and tactless, thinking more about his own feelings than others', leading to his failure to reason with and empathize with Usopp. (I lump this in with gluttony because the main reason I see gluttony as bad is because it's taking for yourself without consideration for others, as compared to greed which is often intentionally at the expense of others. Also "being unable to talk about your emotions and resolve interpersonal conflict without violence" isn't a sin, though maybe wrath would fit here?)

Nami - greed

She had good reasons for being a thief desperate for money before Arlong was defeated, but now her thirst for gold is more selfish. After growing up poor, she wants to be able to buy herself the paper and supplies and clothes that she never could before. She's also willing to put her friends in danger to get it, as shown in G-8 when she made everyone go back to retrieve the gold despite having a good escape opportunity. Her prioritizing money definitely had a role in Usopp's self-loathing spiral after he lost it.

Usopp - pride

This whole fight over the Merry is really more about his pride. He tells tall tales because he doesn't feel good about any of his own personal achievements. He lies because he feels that the truth about himself is unsatisfactory. Inside, he considers the acquisition of the Going Merry his one main contribution to the crew, and now the idea that the ship is replaceable makes him feel expendable too. He is surrounded by people aspiring to be the pirate king, the greatest swordsman, the greatest chef, the greatest navigator, and the greatest historian, and meanwhile he's just... some guy trying to be less of a coward. Usopp's pride makes it hard for him to open up to his friends about his insecurities and struggles, and so he chooses to fight instead of talking things over.

Zoro - sloth

Pretty much all Zoro does is fight, train, eat, drink, and sleep. He's constantly napping, even while important things are happening. He slept right through the first major storm that hit the Merry after entering the Grand Line, even though the crew needed his help. He gives his friends the impression that he doesn't care sometimes because of it. Zoro is left on board with Sanji after they dock at Water 7 and just sleeps, until Sanji gets fed up and leaves, and he instantly falls back asleep again. Though he's always ready to jump in to help fight, he's content to leave the talking and planning and negotiating to the rest of the crew. During the whole falling out with Usopp, he just stands back and watches, and doesn't even make an effort to comfort Chopper. He keeps his emotions bottled up inside so he doesn't have to deal with them.

Sanji - lust

For obvious reasons. He doesn't know when to quit or keep things to himself so he ends up making a lot of people uncomfortable. He can be very shallow and clearly places great value on appearances, as shown during his fight with Bon Clay when just the form of Nami had such an effect on him. He prioritizes beautiful women at his friends' expense. I also consider vanity to be tied with lust, and considering he's frequently sailing through all kinds of weather on a pirate ship in a three piece suit and he always has to have his hair *just so* I'd say he's quite vain. Personally, I believe that he mainly longs to be gentle and affectionate with someone, since he's always been treated so roughly by the people close to him in the past, but that would seem too "sissy" or something so he tries to save face by acting pervy. Maybe I'm just being delusional and making up excuses for him because he'd be so perfect if he wasn't a creep.

Chopper - envy

Chopper has always wanted to fit in. He wished he had a black nose like the other reindeer instead of a blue one. He wished he could still have a place among them after eating the human human fruit, and he wished he could be accepted by the people in the village. He wishes he were as brave and strong as some of the other members of the straw hats. Honestly, this is all fairly harmless except for the damage to his own self esteem, but to me, Chopper is an adorable little muffin who can do no wrong so this is the most I can come up with for him. (I'm so mad at Usopp for being mean to him.)

Robin - wrath

Mainly because it's the only one left but fma:b's representation of wrath in Fuhrer Bradley as cold, calculating, and secretly seething under the surface is really interesting to me and I feel like it could apply to Robin. She's always very quick to apply potentially lethal or at least crippling force to her foes, or I interpret it that way based on the camera (or whatever you call it in animation) panning away from her finishing attacks leaving only the sounds of necks and spines crackling, and then she's off very quickly without any signs of guilt. She acts level-headed, but in a way that feels very dangerous. She's probably had to get very good at masking her true feelings to survive. I'm still at a point where her backstory hasn't been fully revealed, but it's implied that she caused serious damage to a lot of people in the past. I'm very interested to see how that goes.

If sloth were not my primary sin I'd draw them all as homunculi... maybe someday...

Update: follow-up post

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #usopp #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #mine

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recurring-polynya · 2 months ago

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Good morning, happy Thursday, who wants to read a fun idea I had about giants in Soul Society?

So! I was reading this @littleeyesofpallas post about wuxing symbolism and was particularly struck by this passage in a section about the gate guardians:

There is no central guard but conspicuously Kirinji's name comes from Qilin, but apparently according to official height he's actually not nearly as tall as Kubo's drawings always made him seem. Not that he was on the same scale as the gate guardians even then...

No, I said to myself, of course not. He's powerful enough to control his size, because I was thinking of the part where Grand Fisher claims Isshin is too small to defeat him and Isshin responds with a lecture on soul reaper lore:

Now, bodies are not swords, but maybe the same mechanic applies! It certainly applies to Hollows. Earlier in this same scene, Kon mistakes Grand Fisher for a Menos Grande, and Grand Fisher is insulted by the comparison, but it's the same thing. Menos are huge and scary, but when they become Arrancar, they shrink down and become scarier. [Aside: I think this is why the Yammy-is-secretly-Espada-0 reveal doesn't quite manage to hit. It goes against the lore Kubo has been laying down for ages]

On a meta level, this is just a shounen storytelling tactic where X is an indicator of strength, but then later on, it's like "Reverse Uno! Not-X is the real indicator of strength!!" That's exactly how this zanpakutou-size thing is used when it's first introduced.

Exhibit A: Renji, a court jester, being impressed by the size of Ichigo's sword:

Exhibit B: A handful of issues later, Urahara, an intellectual (lol), sets us straight:

Genre convention or not, I think it lends itself some interesting world-building. Among low-powered people, size is impressive, but as you scale the ranks of power, it's kind of pathetic. Weirdly large people are like the petty bourgeoisie of Soul Society power dynamics.

But that's actually the perfect niche for a gatekeeper! In general, your typical Joe Shinigami is going to be able to take on just about any rando from the Rukongai, but maybe not a particularly strong ryouka. Ganju was able to take on Yumichika, after all. A single shinigami wouldn't be able to take on a planned rebellion, like in the Bount arc, and they've got to, like, sleep and stuff. The Gotei could, in theory, have an entire gatehouse and a gate patrol, etc, but that they are perpetually short-staffed as-is. Instead, how about one medium-powerful gatekeeper whose size makes them well-suited for fighting groups of people (or siege weapons), and who is going to be intimidating overall?

Furthermore, it's implied that Jidanbou isn't actually a shinigami. He wears a shihakushou, but his axes don't seem to be a zanpakutou (he doesn't release them and is distressed when they are destroyed). His neighbors offer this comment on him:

It's not quite right, though: after all, many shinigami are from Rukongai, including Gin, who is the reason Jidanbou is being healed at the very moment this panel takes place. I think what this guy means is that Jidanbou is of Rukongai, which is to say not of the Seireitei.

So what is he, then? Here's my big idea: I think that the gigantism in Soul Society might actually be a reiatsu-developmental disability! It's always been my impression that growth, especially for powerful people, happens in fits and spurts, rather than linearly, and that furthermore, big changes in growth tend to coincide with developments in reiryouku. Somewhere, either in childhood or adolescence, someone's spiritual pressure grows more quickly than their control over it, which results in their body growing uncontrollably. They become very powerful "physically", but their strength is all in their mass/reishi, which takes most of their spiritual pressure to control. This may end up limiting the upper end of power they are able to achieve and some cases means they get cut off entirely from the other forms of power used by shinigami (connecting to a zanpakutou, kidou). I think this might be especially common in children from the Rukongai, who lack access to education and training. I can also imagine it leading itself to cautionary tales in the outer Rukon that if you feed your hungry children too much, you'll end up with a giant on your hands.

This offers one explanation to why Jidanbou is a giant and his brother Jiroubou is large, but not remotely on the same scale (the Souls Data Book lists his height at 7'7" vs Jidanbou's 32'5"). There are a handful of other shinigami of larger-than-human height, which could be a milder form of this, or it could mean that some sort of special training or medical intervention helped keep their growth manageable. I think you can squeeze in a lot of interesting character insights into this headcanon, from Hachi (8'5"), who perhaps worked exceptionally hard in an effort to control his power and ended becoming incredibly skilled at kidou as a result (interesting that he, too, is not actually a shinigami). Or Oomaeda (6'11"), who gets by a lot on his family's wealth and clout, but is definitely on the weaker end of the lieutenant power scale. In his case, his large size kind of speaks to his entire "thinks he's classy, but is really just gaudy"/can't-even-tell-how-outclassed-he-is-by-his-peers deal.

Then, as a counterpoint, you've got Hitsugaya: immensely powerful from a young age, and one of the hallmarks of his character is how in-control of himself he is, down to having developed an actual visible power bar for his bankai. Whether this is some effect of his personality, or whether it's an intervention on Hyourinmaru's part, his growth has been choked off as a side effect. He's the direct opposite of Jidanbou, who additionally seems somewhat childlike in personality (crying over his axes, for example, or his attachment to his extremely dubious "rules of the city"). To me, it's very sweet that their friendship might have roots in opposite expressions of the same reiatsu-growth-fuckup.

Much in the way that the Shiba use some sort of magic that's distinctly different from shinigami-kidou, I guess I really like thinking about other ways power might manifest itself in Soul Society outside of the shinigami-industrial-complex. And also the way the Seireitei may or may not try to control those powers."Guard this gate!" they say. "We won't actually let you live in the city or give you city wages, but you can have a cool outfit and, uh...do it for the exposure?"

#soul society worldbuilding #gate guardians #jidanbou ikkanzaka #soul society inventing new forms of ableism that are only accessible at the highest level of power. incredibly on-brand for them #toshiro hitsugaya #hachigen ushoda #marechiyo omaeda #this may or may not be relevant to zaraki (6'8") but that guy is in his own category #werewolves are also their own thing but i wonder if their size firmly predisposes them towards the 'melee' side of things #not sure we ever saw komamura do a kidou and his hex chart rating was p low #ngl even tho it's a little silly later on i LOVE it when the characters in early bleach have no idea how the worldbuilding even works #rukia-doesn't-know-what-a-quincy-is i am looking at you #like it's not graceful or anything but learning how the world works is a thing that goes along with character and power growth #it underscores how 'young' characters like rukia and renji are even though they are old by human standards #and also how soul society is not. uh. committed to the ideals of the free spread of knowledge and education #i just think it's neat! my favorite lil dystopian afterlife!!#the reason i read that wuxing post is bc i woke up this morning and missed troius and went to go scroll thru his blog and it was there #troius i miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuu i hope you're having a great day

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no-shxme · 4 months ago

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there's this one talsett premise i drabbled a lot in private and i still think about it bc its so fun. i'm gonna ramble about it at length under the cut bc... idk... its basically the full summary.

the basic premise was canon runeterra where sett learns about some sorta magical artifact from some dude at the pit that grants a wish. apparently its somewhere deep in the ixtali jungle. sett hates how sad his ma is about his pa leaving, so he decides to make a trip over to wish her pain away.

so he makes the trip over and gets pretty immediately captured by demacian soldiers that are camped out at the start of the jungle (south of piltover) for some reason.. sett doesn't get it, but either way he's interrogated bc demacians are going after this artifact too apparently, (it only becomes available once ever xyz years or smth, some sort of time crunch.) the demacians are led by lux's aunt, tianna crownguard, but sett doesn't know who any of these people are ofc. one of sett's arms is locked in a petricite handcuff and the other end is locked to another captive's arm. and of course it's talon.

talon has been sent to retrieve the artifact on his own, after failing another one of the general's errands. he also got captured (bc really who would expect a bunch of demacians all the way out here) and has tried and failed to escape twice now. then because sett's so big and hard to miss, they're handcuffed together to be each other's ball and chain. sett hates noxians, talon likes personal space, and they both want the same thing. this will be a problem.

they do escape with the help of sett's strength and talon's ability to lockpick doors one-handed and thus begins a mad scramble into the jungle, running from wild animals, demacian soldiers, and other hazards.

problems they encounter include:

the fact that petricite is notoriously impervious, and neither of them can get their cuff off short of cutting off somone's arm. (talon isn't opposed to this.)

the fact that talon can't MAKE sett go anywhere, even at knifepoint, because he dwarfs him in size, weight, and strength. But Sett can drag him wherever he wants, through tall grasses and uphill.

speaking of which, sett drags talon through a river at the end of day 1 of being together, in which talon nearly drowns bc he can't keep up and afterwards that's pretty much talons limit where he has a panic attack bc he just NEEDS some level of control like this is a fucking nightmare. this is also the first time sett feels pity for him.

sett and talon learning to compromise in some ways (also known as talon climbing a tree and hanging on until sett caves to his demands. (his arm is sore.) sett learns that talon has been assigned to steal the artifact on his own, which seems kinda crazy for one lil guy, and sett explains his own reason for finding it. he thinks that his reason is clearly 10x more just and noble but talon's not responsive and it pisses sett off.

they encounter random other champs. kayn (with scythe rhaast) are also looking for the wish, but they part ways more amicably. they also meet neeko just tooling around having a grand time.

sett asks neeko to transform into talon and she does, and then he asks her to smile and is immediately weirded out bc 'talon' smiling like that looks unnatural lol.

talon slowly reveals more information about his father and sett decides he sounds like a fucking asshole.

sett getting ticks on his ears that talon has to cut out bc he's freaking out.

sett carrying talon like a bag of sand over his shoulder.

eventually they reach qiyana's kingdom and i honestly can't remember why they get to live but they do, and they FINALLY get their shackles removed and also a bath. by now they've gotten pretty good at working together, though the problem of who gets the wish boils over. sett gets pissed off bc talon still wont concede the fact that he should totally get the wish for his ma. talon is still adamant that he needs it, and sett tells him he's stupid cause his dad's an asshole and talon snaps that he knows that. and sett realizes that talon actually just wants the wish for himself because he sees it as the only way to 100% escape his abusive circumstances. his dad just sent him to the jungle after his latest failure, basically dooming him to a wild goose chase with no real chance of success.

there's a little backstabbery at the end. a race between talon and sett (now uncuffed), and kayn and the demacians. (tiana crownguard wants to wish her niece's magic away, since she'd discovered lux's secret and wants to do it for her own safety). at the very end sett tries to make a deal with talon to help him get away from his father but talon doesn't trust him and instead sticks him with some natural paralytic (doesn't kill him) and goes on without him. sett recovers quickly due to size and natural resilience. by the time he gets to the spot, high up in a perilous cliff-side he's basically in the thick of it. the ending conflict forces him to make a choice between saving talon from falling to his death even though he betrayed him, or getting his wish. and ofc he ends up saving talon. he's learned to empathize with him. kayn gets the wish (and rhaast gets his own body.) and sett ends up taking talon home anyway like he'd offered to, even though he betrayed him. demacians just lose lol.

that's basically the whole thing. my god this was long sorry. i decided not to write it bc i dreaded writing the environments and i knew itd be long, though i did write some scenes from it. i just love the premise of sett and talon handcuffed together so bad. if i ever have the chance to sneak it into another fic i totally will.

#talsett #talon du couteau #sett #talonposting #this is the whole fic premise #infodumping on niche aus (sob)

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lillunna · 1 year ago

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Posed -Raihan x fem reader- pokemon CH1

Note: I decided to go with the head cannon that Nessa and Raihan are cousins and all characters are around 21, except hop and gloria they are around 17/18

Word count:1658

Warnings: drinking mentioned Stalking? (if you squint)

*Check out the chapter before this marked teaser for a better understanding of this chapter, the teaser just gives background.*

Synopsis: Being a pokemon contest idol wasn't easy, it's even harder when you've been an idol since your childhood. Being raised in the Hoenn region and being forced to travel around to participate in contests made it impossible to make any friends since you never stayed anywhere long enough, this all changed in the Kalos region. After making a name there and finally separating your name away from your overbearing parent you decided to move to the Galar region looking for a different life but of course rumors follow and the internet is cruel

Chapter 1: Gossip is old news

My morning photoshoot went well, luckily leaving me with extra time to enjoy the Hano Grand Resort till my final photoshoot of the night. Hopefully I'll have some left over time to enjoy the Alola region for the few days left in this beautiful island, maybe even catch some new pokemon. After saying my goodbyes to the other models and crew, a girl grabs my attention by calling out my name, “Well if it isn't my favorite pretty girl” I turn to see none other than the gorgeous Galar model Nessa. “Nessa, it's been ages! Are we set for a photoshoot tonight?”

After catching up with the famed model and finished our last photoshoot for the night we agreed to get dinner and catch up more in the restaurant of the Hano Grand Resort. “I’ve decided to move to the Galar region actually, im looking for a change and hopefully a better life, the Kalos region is nice but is just a never ending life of fashion, and of course as you know my mother still lives there and I’d much rather be as far away from that woman as possible.” I explain to Nessa who is as excited as a yamper upon hearing the news of me moving to her home region. “Have you already found a place?” I nod showing her the location and pictures revealing a cute and comfy cottage on the outskirts of Wedgehurst. “Ah that's not so far from Sonias, I’ll introduce you two when you move. maybe I can even set you up with someone when you move.” Nessa laughs as she makes this joke knowing I don’t focus on relationships, always thinking about my pokemon or work.

After a few drinks and laughter later we decided to call it a night but just to my luck Nessa was never the best at holding her alcohol, leading the drunken girl to her room which luckily was just down the hall from me since the modeling agency had booked them for us all in advance. As I walk up to her door and drag the card from her handbag and help her change out of her dress and heels and place her on her side and put a glass of water and ibuprofen on the bedside table, “You know Y/N I feel like you’d like my cousin he’s a nice guy” Nessa slurs out right before passing out I giggle at the girls interesting commentary and turn the lights off and head to my room. As I walk out of the room and down the hall I run into a tall man wearing a dress shirt “I’m sorry miss im in a bit of a rush” and leaves before I could even apologize, I watch the man walk away. I turn my head to the sound of several camera snaps, dismissing the sound knowing this resort is filled with models for this event and paparazzi is inevitable whether I like it or not.

Waking up early was a given sinceI had more shoots in the afternoon and an interview at 10 AM but at the time my phone was blasting I can’t help but think it’s much too early, ignoring the constant buzzing was almost impossible. I grab my phone to see my PokeGram being tagged in a post from the Galar Gossip gram, at first I think they must have been posting about Nessa and I drinking together last night but then I see the picture and see the man I ran into last night. The caption saying the Dragon Gym leader Raihan and I are dating, the post even calls itself out stating that the two of us have never interacted. After quickly finishing getting ready for my interview that was still two hours away, I make my way over to Nessa’s room to try and get an understanding why I’d be suddenly paired with her colleague.

As I go to knock on Nessa’s room, the door suddenly opens to reveal the very man I'm rumored to date. Before I can process what's happening the male looks around and drags me into the room where I see a very amused Nessa watching the scene in front of her, “I was just about to call you, I need to introduce you to as you've probably heard of your rumored boyfriend and my cousin, Raihan.” Nessa immediately starts laughing at my dumbstruck face, I hear the male besides me sigh as he scratches the back of his neck. “Y/N right? Nessa told me a bit about you sorry about this whole mess, I should have found it a bit suspicious when I received an anonymous text about Nessa being black out drunk in the hall. Thanks for getting her back here last night.” he reaches out to shake my hand. “It wasn’t a problem, definitely wouldn’t be the first time, though knowing that someone planned this makes me curious what would a gossip blog get out of starting such a rumor. I mean most people by now know that while short my love life has always been transparent.” I state as I go to sit down next to nessa. “Exactly why choose Y/N out of all models she's basically untouchable, everyone knows creating false rumors about her will lead you to get blacklisted from any big social events.” As the conversation continues my alarm informs me that I have 30 minutes before my interview. “Sorry Nessa I’ve got my last interview in 30 and my last photoshoot after and I still have to get Gara ready, I can probably set the story straight about this whole rumor situation.” At the mention of Gara’s name my Garchomp comes out of its pokeball curious and noisy as always, I see Raihan immediately intrigued and pull out a pokepuff and hand it to the ever food motivated Gara. “A dragon type? I never would have taken you for a dragon type of girl” Raihan says showing full interest in me. After saying goodbye to the two I head to my interview on the way to the location provided in Konikoni city, I see a woman with purple hair holding what looks to be a shiny alolan Vulpix and a young blonde haired boy. The woman immediately notices my presence and calls out to me, “Excuse me miss i'm sorry to bother you but would you happen to have anything to heal this pokemon she’s in critical condition and we can’t bring her to the poke center out of fear that moving her will cause more damage.” I immediately pull anything that can help the small pokemon out, the woman introduces herself as Wicke and she voluntarily introduces the young boy as Gladion. Once the vulpix starts to wake she curls into my lap, the sight saddens me thinking of the ninetails I used to do competitions with that my mother retired stating that she was “getting aggressive” which was a total lie the ninetails only ever defended me from her abuse. “I think she likes you, she’d definitely be safer with you than anywhere else.” Wicke said, handing me a premier ball to catch the small fox-like creature, before I could ask the Vulpix if it wanted to come with the pokemon nudged its head clicking against the ball to catch itself. The two said their goodbyes and left as I rushed off to go to my interview now with a new friend in my team.

“Now Miss.Y/N on your social media you posted that you’d be taking a break from modeling and pokemon contests?” The interview processed exactly as I thought it would, I sat across the interviewer with a very comfortable Lila on my lap. “Yes, after this trip I’ll be moving to the Galar region and working on myself for some time, of course I’ll get back into the modeling scene in Galar after some time to adjust.” At the mention of the Galar I see the reporter sit up in interest. “So does this move to Galar have anything to do with Galar Gossips' post about you and Gym leader Raihan allegedly dating?” Even if I expected this question, it still shocks me to hear it out loud. “Sadly I’ve only met Raihan recently though I believe he is a fine gentleman. We don't know each other, other than our mutual connection with Nessa. Maybe if fans really want it we could do some collabs but other than that Raihan and I have no history. The picture of us that the Gossip post posted was simply a picture of Raihan in a rush and accidentally running into me” After finishing the interview up and heading to my final shoot, immediately after I get on a plane heading to my new home in the Galar region.

#raihan x reader smut #raihan x reader #gym leader raihan #raihan #raihan pokemon #pokémon #pokémon x reader #smau #gym leader nessa #alolan vulpix

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vimbry · 9 months ago

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woke up from a nightmare that I think a 10 year old would have. I went to a concert where the band were playing in huge, mascot-style fur-suits.

afterwards, I walked out into this grand foyer of the bizarrely ornate location this thing was being held in. there were mosaic tile floors, golden chandeliers, and a conservatory/orangery-like place at the farthest end of the room.

the foyer was hosting some kind of indoor market (I think this dream took place in like, a fancy furry con lmao), and while I was checking out a stand of greetings cards and snacks, one of the band members re-appeared right beside me. they were some kind of unidentifiable, indigo-coloured dog-like creature. I said, "aw, hi! you're so cute :)" and they wordlessly handed me a chocolate bar from the snack stand - then another, and another, and I was like "uhh...... why-"

but then this man jogged up to us and explained oh, hey, sorry about that! he's the one who made those performers, they're not costumes after all, and this one's supposed to cheer people up if it notices they're sad - but as I can see, it's malfunctioning, bc A. I'm not sad B. it's not meant to rectify this by just, stealing gifts for people. and he goes, don't worry tho I'm just about to fix it! does some sort of quick rewiring, and walks off. so I'm wondering oh cool what's it gonna do now :) the robot slowly takes each chocolate bar away from me and puts them back on the shelf, and I think, good start! then, it takes away a pair of handmade gloves that I was wearing and I think. what. it reaches for me again and I decide to just go elsewhere in the building.

at some hazy point in the dream, some other person explains to me "uhh hey, the inventor guy won't admit this, but he Totally screwed up - the robot can detect sadness now, but its action is to remove things from you instead of adding them, because it's looking for the cause of your feelings, and until it finds a cause, it won't stop removing things. this isn't limited to objects". and I'm like "cool 👍", and spend the remainder of this dream sprinting and hiding from a 6ft tall dog machine who wants to rip my limbs off.

it couldn't be fooled by smiling or something, because it read your brain activity/temperature/etc, so it was near impossible to mask the fear of the threat of this thing. I don't know why I couldn't just leave the building, bc as the night went on, the convention packed up and people disappeared, but me and the other person were just running and cowering behind things whenever it noticed and made for us, while the inventor was completely adamant nothing was going to happen.

I woke up to what sounded very clearly the dad next door also waking up his groggy son, like they do most mornings, until I felt the heavy weight of someone sitting down sink onto the bed right next to my legs and realised it was all still sleep paralysis. just a lil hypnopompic hallucination to close it off.

#if fnaf7 or whatever they're on comes out and it's like this I expect credit #dream diary

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akwolfgrl · 10 months ago

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LFT 30

Luffy had lost the cool smoke trail, but he did at least recognize where he currently was. He headed straight for the old man's bar from yesterday. He would just have to find what he was looking for later. He opened the door and walked inside. The old guy from yesterday was sweeping the floors. He looked up when Luffy walked in.

“Oh your back I see,”

“I told you I would be!” Luffy hopped up onto the same bra stool from yesterday. “Got any more cool stories for me?” He asked excitedly.

“Hmm I might have a good one,” The old man put away his broom and went behind the bar to pour two glasses. “This pirate hasn't been heard from in nine years, him and his whole crew vanished without a trace, it's said his kicks where so powerful he could cursh bloder and leave his foot prints in steal. His name came from the blood that would cover his boots after he was done. The Red Leg Zeff,”

“Oh! I know him! He has a peg leg, a tall funny hat and a long mustache, his kicks hurt almost as much as Sanjis,” But Sanji and Nami hurt him more because they loved him. Just like with his grandpa's fists of love. “He has a funny shaped boat! It's shaped like a fish, and it's a reastrunt, but it's kinda broken right now,” Luffy drank the milk the guy poured for him. “Tell me more!” He could always tell Sanji the stories later, and he could add his own details.

“Huh, well, there are rumors that he fled the grand line after kicking a celestial dragons head clean off his body, but there other rumors that it was an admiral and threw his chest,”

Luffy leaned forward eager to here more.

Smoker entered the rundown gold Roger bar. Raoul, the old man who owned, looked up from behind the bar.

“Ugh, so it's you,” He looked away upset.

“Now that's no way to treat a customer, especially your only one,” Smoker teased the man.

“Why don't you cut the crap? You just wana see me close this place down,” Raoul snapped at him.

“You don't have a right to be angry with me,” Smoker informed him as he took a seat at the bar. “I didn't turn all the pirates around here into cowereds. That was all them,” Raoul ignored him and went to do stuff behind the bar, and his back turned to him. “They are just too weak to go against me, how can they survive the grandline if they can't even go up against me,” Smoker knew he was strong but he was also aware that he was nothing compared to the admirals and the vice admirals. He noticed two glasses on the bar. “Well isn't that nice? You had a customer other me after all,” Smoker didn't hate the old man. He felt pity for the guy. “I think I'd like a taste of rum old man,”

“I don't have any for you,” That finally provoked a response. Smoker ignored him and used the smoke from his cigar to grab the bottle from himself.

“Don't be such a bastard. After all, today is a very special day,” Raoul paused in whatever he was doing. Smoker pulled the cork out of the bottle. “Don't you think?” He asked retochily, taking a swig from the bottle. He could feel some of drip down his chin and neck. “Good stuff,” Raoul had good quality booze.

Shortly after getting lost in memories of Gold Rogers execution and young marine brust therw the door.

“Hey, here's the new water poster put where people can see it,” Smoker turned to look at the young man. He dropped his paper to suilt him. “Captain Smoker, my apologies, sir!” He had seen a flash of yellow as the paper fluttered to the ground.

“Huh?” He got off his stool and went to pick up the new poster it was a picture of a young teen with a big grin on his face and a familler hat. “That's a starwhat. That kid from earlier was Monkey D Luffy,” Pirates are getting younger every year, not just him getting older. He couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen. He had the same name as Vice Admiral Garp. It seemed like Garp had torbles with his kin doing the exact opposite of becoming a marine. Smoker knew exactly where to find this Luffy, the executious platform.

#one piece #fanfic #luffy #monkey d luffy #lust filled thoughts #smoker #captain smoker

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darkvitas · 1 year ago

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A Bitter Reunion, Pt. 1

Context: This takes place during the story "The Quest" in which PV is captured by Izheim. Tanner Sherman is a new OC of mine, is native Aeredalian born in Solerin, the capital of Aeredale. He gets wind of PV's capture, and sets out for Izheim in an attempt to catch up to DV specifically to help him. However, the catch is that Tanner hasn't seen DV in nearly a year. There's a reason for this, but understndably so, Dark isn't going to be the happiest upon seeing Tanner after so long. Under the cut, enjoy.

City of Ziggan, Aglos-Izhemian Border. 1:30 PM.

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Grand Fountain Square was abound with activity as Yang weaved her way through the crowds, her lilac eyes flickering around to each curious sight. It was only today that her, her boyfriend and crew had reached the country of Aglos on their quest to rescue the Prince of Aeredale, who had been captured by Izheimian forces, likely to further tensions–a long journey it was, indeed, from Aeredale to Izheim, and any small time away from weary travel was welcome, especially if it was spent exploring. The others were discussing their next move back at The Royal Nightingale Inn–giving Yang a chance to step out and witness firsthand what Aglos was all about. Smells from various Aglosian food vendors filled her nostrils, various markets selling curious trinkets caught her eye, the gentle melody of a violin street performer calmed her nerves–but what got the brawler’s attention was a vendor selling local news booklets, for only “60 Kogty”. Humming in thought, Yang approached, briefly scanning through the various headlines. “Ywain’s reign grows ever more treacherous, my lady,” fretted the seller before her. “It seems that’s all the prints ever speak of, nowadays, I’m afraid.” “Believe me, I know–I haven’t heard the end of it. I’ll take one.” Perhaps reading through one of these could provide a clue as to where PV was being held? Rarely, inside information from Aglosian spies ended up in the news–it’d be the group’s big break to finding him and getting him out of cruel Izheim if there was some intel inside.

Booklet in hand, Yang took to a bench and exhaled a sigh. She was just about to begin perusing through the various articles until a voice interrupted the blonde from new thoughts, jumping her slightly. “Sorry to interrupt, but is it OK if I sit here?” The young male looked harmless enough–tall and lanky, slicked back blonde hair and vibrant emerald eyes. Maybe the Greaser leather-decked appearance would put some off, but she was kind of used to her boyfriend dressing as such, badboy and all–kind of. “Ah no, not at all–go right ahead. Just trying to see what all is…” She trailed off, gaze pausing on the blaster pistol situated upon his hip. That gave her a considerable amount of pause as she knew–it was an ATX-750 gun, manufactured in Aeredale, quite difficult to get anywhere else at the present. He followed her gaze and frowned. “Is there a problem?”

His accent was also unmistakably Aeredalian. For some strange reason, Yang couldn’t help but feel a bit wary now. Was her group not the only person making this treacherous journey? Her gaze found itself back at his face for a moment, and blinking nonplussed she cleared her throat, moving to give him space. “Go ahead and sit. It’s just that I noticed some… details about you,” the brawler said bluntly. “You’re not from around here, are you? Are you Aeredalian?” He flashed her a lopsided grin. “Nice eye, I suppose I’m guilty as charged. Name’s Tanner, born and raised.” Yang only tensed, mechanical prosthesis curling tightly around the booklet. Some places of Ziggan weren't necessarily a safe place to be, either, so what the hell was this guy doing here? “And you’re here because…? You do realize that some countries in Eludin are tense right now, right?” she narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not exactly the right time to be a tourist. Wouldn’t recommend it.” Silence fell between the two, Tanner’s face falling. Oh boy, here it came–he had to explain himself now didn’t he? Was bound to come ‘round at some point, he thought, no avoiding it. Rubbing his neck, the Greaser fidgeted for a moment as he struggled to put together the right way to explain his presence at the Izheimian border. “Let’s just say I’m looking for somebody,” he responded. “I didn’t come here just for fun, as I’m sure you didn’t either.” This only added to Yang’s confusion. Who would an Aeredalian want this far out?

Sensing that she was still tense, Tanner sighed and licked his lips before leaning forward on the bench. “I’m legit, I swear. I… Have a hunch you may know this guy.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, Tanner retrieved his phone and pulled up a photo: a familiar scene: Solerin Palace, just outside the gates--there he stood with DV, both men posing with their motorcycles. Yang’s lilac eyes nearly bulged out of her skull–this guy knew… No, no, no, that had to be a manipulation! Quickly reeling away from the bench to her feet, she was now properly bristling, causing Tanner only to wince despite expecting such a reaction. “Who the hell are you, and how do you know my boyfriend?!” she demanded, mind awhirl. “I don’t know you, and you’re claiming to be ‘legit’?” The hurt was evident and Tanner held hands up placatingly, not wanting a fight in front of an entire crowd–and especially now, since he was so close to his goal. “Hold on, let me explain, please! DV and I are friends, I promise. I wouldn’t hurt him,” the young man insisted. “It’s just that stuff happened to me, and… I haven’t had contact with him in nearly a year. I’m here to help him.” She still wasn’t standing down, yet anyway. This sudden intrusion needed more answers. Why now? Was there a catch, was Tanner just in it for himself? “How did you know he was here? The fact that you’re even aware that he came here…” He only responded with another lopsided grin. “Well, I mean–our home country’s Prince is gone and he goes after him. Word will get around when your ruler isn’t rulin’, don’tcha think? Listen, I swear by the Gods above me my intentions are pure. I just want to see him.”

He did have a point, that much Yang had to admit… Reluctantly, the blonde seemed to relax only slightly, subsequently turning her back towards Tanner. At this point, it looked like she didn’t have much of a choice and was stuck with the guy. “You know what? Fine. I’ll take you to him, Come with me,” she finally surrendered, lilac eyes trailing toward the cobblestone pavement. “Be warned though–I wouldn’t expect his reaction to be very receiving.” Heading off, the Greaser could only blink toward her direction, dumbfounded–for a few moments he found his legs frozen. Willing them to finally move, he scurried after Yang, and thought to himself: “You’ve come this far–now don’t screw it up, Tanner.” Even if Dark didn't take kindly to his abrupt reappearance, he'd have closure knowing that it was known Tanner was still among the living. After all, to his friend it likely seemed like he just completely vanished--but he was determined to try and make things right. It was now, or never–and he was determined to see his friend again, come rain or come shine.

#random undine writings #urgrgrhrgrh i want to delete this later so bad i'm scared to post my writing anywhere anymore..#as for what tanner's hunch was that Yang knew Dark let's just say that he got it from Aglosian intel...#or Tanner was just asking around until he found somebody that knew? Sorry for omitting this I just realized

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nightcall99 · 1 year ago

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Dream from 23.8.23

Dream 1: I arrived by car to a festival, a grand party of some kind. It's being held outside on a grass oval. There were stalls, food, entertainment. There is a special energy in the air and it's absolutely packed with people. When I get to the entrance, I see it is so busy with people that there is barely any room to move around. All I see are a sea of heads. The back of people's heads are giving off no energy at all and it's quite disconcerting. I don't want to get in there. I didn’t want to take part, it doesn't look very comfortable. It doesn't look very fun. There's just way too many bodies. I turn around to go back to my car. I'm getting out of here. But I forgot where I had parked my car.

I see a young couple around my age and they appear to have just arrived to the party. The girl goes up ahead out of sight and I muster up some confidence to talk to the guy who is trailing behind her. I can instantly tell that he finds me attractive. He thinks I’m about to hit on him and he is all poised to reject me but when I open my mouth, all I ask him is where the car park is. I can tell he is relieved, but also disappointed that I didn't give him an ego-boost but nevertheless, he is very helpful in giving directions. It’s dark now, probably dusk while I make my way to my car. I'm in a residential area, sort of lost. I know that it's parked nearby a strip of pine trees. I remember I had wondered whether there were any pine mushrooms growing under the trees. Eventually I find my car but I had to stand a distance away and click my car keys a few times to observe the lights flashing in the advancing darkness, to confirm it was actually there.

But I don't get into my car. There is some guy who has appeared, who has my attention now. We get talking and spend some time together in a nearby art gallery that is still open, perusing its halls. I’m having a very nice time with him. We’re both attracted to each other. I don’t remember his face but I know he was tall, dark and handsome, probably older. After awhile, I realise that now I really have to leave. Before departing, we exchange phone numbers. Something weird happens though when I look at my phone. A group chat appears which I've just noticed. And as I do, I get sucked into the energy of this group completely and forget everything else. Everyone seems to be discussing something in a serious manner.

Dream 2: There is a young man playing a little keyboard, it almost looks like a kid's toy because of it's size and colours. He is a very dexterous player. He is able to do so whilst sitting on his side and the instrument isn't even facing him. It’s a small portable keyboard and there are a bunch of dials, switches and other buttons that do special DJ effects. He is using both his hands to play the keys and also toggle all these switches in just the right timing to make a cohesive tune. It sounds awesome. I can tell he must have practised for a long time to become this coordinated because his hands are almost a blur.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 4 years ago

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The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

Main Masterlist || CEO+DBF Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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village-headcanons · 3 years ago

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Headcanons for the four lords with an s/o who’s like- 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like them when it comes to interests and stuff?

or an s/o who gives a lot of compliments?

I'll go with the latter, because I'm not sure there's going to be another woman out there that's 9 feet tall who can turn into a writhing mass that looks like a dragon (lol, also because, exactly like your partner can get boring real quick)

Alcina Dimitrescu

*Well of course you're going to compliment her! What's not to compliment? She's a woman in her prime, with three vivacious and beautiful daughters and a well renowned wine company!

*It takes Alcina a bit to understand that your compliments are more than skin deep.

*She doesn't blush often, mostly due to how her circulation is. But if you compliment her after she's indulged a little on her special wine (or on a clumsy maid), be prepared for that porcelain face to flush.

*My dear, you honestly cannot be serious? She is (while obviously a thing of grand beauty) twice your age and, well dear. She eats people. Are you sure this is an avenue you really wish to pursue?

*The thing is, it isn't the super in depth, heart felt compliments that really make her blush, it's the random little sweet ones that you drop like dew on the most random of times.

If she retrieves something for you, and you compliment her height as a benefit rather than an unsightly thing. Or that you love how her hair looks when she first wakes up, despite her thinking it a disaster. It's these tender moments that makes her feel encapsulated by you.

Donna Beneviento

*Donna doesn't know how to handle compliments in the beginning, and first thinks you're trying to be cruel.

*Be prepared for Angie to get angry at you frequently for 'telling lies'.

*When she discovers you aren’t trying to be kind for the sake of being cruel, she slowly uncurls away from the safety of her home to try and understand why someone would care about her?

*Do you only think you know her based on the stories from the village, or do you genuinely want to get to know her? If it’s the latter, you won’t hear any complaints from Donna, and Angie will be quick to tell you to keep ‘em coming.

*Even with her trauma induced selective mutism, Donna will start to reciprocate your compliments with those of her own in her own way. She’s going to back you things you might have mentioned in passing that you like, or don the clothes you care for that start to fray.

*When you start to really hit home with your compliments, her reactions aren’t going to be what you expect. She’s going to be unable to look at you, and you’ll see her staring out the window a lot, or focus very heavily into her sewing.

Please don’t think she’s ignoring you. She just doesn’t know how to handle it.

Salvatore Moreau

*Haha, funny joke. Go away.

*What do you mean you’re serious? W-why would you compliment him? Did Karl send you here to do this? Is this some sort of test from Mother?

*Out of all the Lords, Moreau is going to take the longest to convince you’re being honest. We’re talking months of trying to let him have you around longer than a few minutes. The poor guy really doesn’t believe you and his sense of self worth is even lower than Donna’s.

*You start to gain headway when he let’s you stay in his reservoir without trying to frighten you away in his monstrous form.

*The fact that you’ve stuck around despite seeing his monstrous form is baffling to Moreau. How can you see an eldritch monster covered in eyes and not run away screaming?

*He then tries to convince himself he’s hallucinating, or dreaming. Or dead. He once was told nice things happen when you died. But he can’t be dead, because he still looks like this.

*He likes listening to you compliment him, and on good days? He might even sort of, kind of, believe them. On bad days he’ll tell you to shut up and leave him alone, because it’s cruel that someone like you could ever like someone like him. So stop lying to yourself for both of your sake’s.

*But if you’re an incredibly patient person, with bottomless empathy, you’ll start to help this wonderful man see himself the way you see him. Worthy of those caring little comments you casually toss his way, worthy of the whispered encouragement in the late of night.

Karl Heisenberg

*Honestly the man has as much an ego about himself as Alcina (but don’t tell him that unless you want to be in the dog house)

*Compliment his genius, his work or his plans and he’s going to agree with you one hundred percent!

*Compliment the way he looks in a new outfit, or how you like the way he looks first thing in the morning after a good night’s sleep. Sleepy with adorable bedhead and hazy eyes. He’ll shut down.

*Listen buttercup, he doesn’t have time to be wishy washy, he has an army to build without alerting the big bitch in charge. Romantic stuff isn’t in the cards right now.

*Which makes you double down. Because you know that now is the only time it really matters. When you don’t know what tomorrow brings, and can never know what tomorrow brings. That makes every moment all the more precious.

*You bring him lunch or supper when he can’t leave because he finally has enough excess power to make a new soldat. But you deliver it with a small written note and a kiss.

*It takes Karl a while to start noticing a pattern. With each little note, a comment or a quirk about him that you love. Tiny hidden moments just for him to read and remember that even in this fucked up prison he’s found himself in, there’s a small firefly to light the way.

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erzaguin · 3 years ago

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The Blight Chronicles: Odalia and Alador

The Rival

By the time the pair had arrived at school Odalia was firmly grasping onto Alador’s hand who would wonder off at the sight of anything. She almost lost him completely after he took off running after a bug. She was starting to question how Alador ever made it to school on his own.

Although she shouldn't be surprised. They were in the same class and he was almost always late. It was so frequent that the teacher had given up on reprimanding him for it. Everyone was so used to it that hardly anyone noticed when he came in.

"We'll if it isn't two of the brightest minds Hexide has to offer." beamed Principal Bump. "Oh and you're holding hands I didn't know you two were so close." he said, raising an eyebrow at the unlikely pair.

Odalia's face flushed instantly "Oh no it's not like that" she was interrupted by Alador who simply stated "We're partners." Odalia's face turned a deep shade of crimson at her companion's nonchalant statement.

"Ah I see a partnership hmm well I can't wait to see what will be the product of this partnership." He said with a wink. "Seeing as you're here on time for the first time I can already see the benefits. Well I won't keep you any longer, go on then head to class." He said as he waved them past him.

The realization that she had walked to school holding hands with a boy had not hit Odalia until that moment. To anyone else looking at them, they would assume they were dating when in reality she just wanted to keep him close to her. She immediately let go of his hand feeling extremely self conscious.

Alador only looked at their hands and then at her but he didn't question it. There were many things Odalia did that didn't make sense to him but he preferred not to question it. He had already come to terms with the fact that he would never truly understand people.

"Should we head over to your locker to get your things?" Muttered Odalia in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

"I don't need anything," said Alador in his usual monotone voice.

"What do you mean?" question Odalia forgetting her inner struggles.

"I memorized all the material in the first week of school." Note Alador as if it was no big deal.

Odalia stared at her companion completely flabbergasted. "You learned all the material for the semester in one week? You really are incredible, you know that?nYou never cease to amaze me." Beamed Odalia.

Alador gave her a half smile but didn't say anything. His stomach suddenly felt uneasy and now he was wondering if it was something he ate. Maybe he had eaten some of the abomination goo in his sleep. It wouldn't be the first time.

"I need to stop by my locker to get my books. I have a lot of work to do to try and catch up to that wonderful mind of yours.” stated Odalia with a sly smile.

“How utterly distasteful to have my eyes assaulted by such blight so early in the morning." Scoffed a voice behind them. “And did you say wonderful mind? HA! More like half baked!”

The pair turned around to see a tall dark skinned youth with green eyes who radiated style even while just wearing the school uniform. The boy was smiling at them with a look of contempt in his eyes.

“You poor girl if you think Alador is a genius that means you need more than books to help you. If you want to see a true genius you only need to look at me.” he boasted as he made a grand gesture to himself and struck a pose.

“Alador, did you hear that? It sounded like a mediocre witch was trying to compare themselves to you.” sneered Odalia to Alador who did not seem to be at all bothered by the youth’s words. Nor was he interested in joining the conversation.

“Mediocre?! Do you know who I am? I am Dorian, the number one abominations student Hexside has ever seen! I’ll have you know I am twice the witch he'll ever be! He’s nothing more than a hack and a blight to the abominations track.” fumed Dorian.

“Oh please you are nowhere near Alador’s level. And why do you keep calling him a blight?” retorted Odalia.

“How dare you compare me with him! He is nothing but a hack. His experiments are a stain on the abominations track. Creating abominations is an art. There is beauty in what we create. We put a part of ourselves into our magic. What he does is an insult to that art! He should not even be allowed to work this kind of magic.” hissed the youth.

“So what you're saying is that his ingenuity and innovations are like a blight to the track? Well then I guess we should take it as a compliment. If being different and carving your own path makes you a blight then I would definitely want to be one too.” boasted Odalia while glaring at Dorian.

Alador did not like the look in Odalia’s eyes and he had seen first hand how scary she could be when she got angry. She would be even more angry if they did not make it to class on time so he grabbed her hand and started pulling her away. He did not care for pointless conflict; it was only a waste of time.

Odalia did not resist if anything she was more surprised that Alador was being assertive. “Hey Alador,” started Odalia before being interrupted by Alador who simply stated “We are going to be late.”

Behind them they heard Dorian shout out to them “Well that’s just perfect! You two are deserving of each other Mr. and Mrs. Blight!” He then turned around and stormed off in the opposite direction.

“What was that guy's problem? Is he always like that?” demanded Odalia trying to make eye contact with Alador.

He merely shrugged and said “I don’t think he likes me very much.” Looking away from her because he really did not like seeing her angry.

“Well that’s an understatement.” she muttered. Glancing at Alador she could clearly see he was uncomfortable. She took a deep breath to try to calm herself down. The entire ordeal was nothing to her. She was used to arguing with people but it was probably too much for him.

“They are going to call you blight now too.” mumbled Alador in his usual monotone voice but Odalia could hear a tiny hint of guilt.

Given that it was Dorian they were talking about, she knew Alador was right. By the end of the day everyone in school would be calling them blight. On the bright side everyone will know who they are so it would be like free publicity.

“Let them call us blights. If being great makes you a blight then that’s what we'll be.” she said with a fire in her eyes. " We'll show Dorian and anyone else like him how amazing your inventions are." She boasted giving him a big smile. Alador returned her smile with his own much more reserved one.

This particular story was inspired by this comic by @Yukifrill on Instagram and Twitter

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years ago

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Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

[Previous chapter] - [Next chapter]

Part 2

You stand outside the airport, officially now in Sokovia. The nerves hadn't settled. Bucky had to lean over and reassure you several times everything would be OK. You couldn't pinpoint why you were so nervous about this job, but his kindness really helped.

A car, sent by Sam, came to pick you up. You both get in with your things. Promptly, the car leaves the airport and you're on your way to Castle Zemo.

You're driven to the edge of the city. The estate stands alone, a long drive leading to the building. The grounds are stunning, despite how bare they appear. There isn't a thriving garden or lush trees surrounding the area, but the mass of land stretches far and is still beautiful.

Castle Zemo is decently large. It certainly looked like it contained many rooms to explore. Somewhere within one of them was your priority for the next upcoming days.

The cars pulls up and both you and Bucky climb out. Your things are taken from car and given to you. Sam greets you after crossing the drive to meet you.

"Glad you could make it," he grins at you.

You hadn't seen Sam for a bit. He had been taking job after job these last couple months.

"Glad to be here. I'm ready for the job."

"Good. Your things will be taken to tour appointed room. We need to introduce you to the Baron. He's waiting in his office upstairs," Sam explains.

"Where's Nat?" Bucky asks.

"Guarding the office. Someone has to be with all times while we're working for him."

You adjust your tie and take the earpiece Sam held out for you. Once it was in, all nerves melted away.

You were the bodyguard now. The job starts here.

Sam leads the way. Heads held high, expressions stoic, you all move smoothly through the building. The foyer is big, a grand staircase is to one side, large double doors are situated right ahead of you. On either side are arched doorways, both leading to a long hallway.

Sam takes you upstairs.

Other than the limited staff, there is no one else present within Castle Zemo.

Natasha stands outside a tall dark brown door. She nods at you all as you approach.

"Good to see you," she smiled at you.

"Right back at you, Nat."

"Is he inside?" Sam asks, though mostly out of formality.

"Just as you left him."

Both of them turn to you and Bucky.

"He's.... a tough one, I'll give you that much," Natasha said.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked. This was his first time meeting the Baron too.

"Well, he's a proud and confident man, that's for sure. Nice isn't a word I would use to describe him. We might have to really reel it in for this guy."

You glance at the door.

You wouldn't let him intimidate you. You were here to do a job, and do it you would.

"Better get introductions out of the way then," Sam said, adjusting his tie.

Natasha knocks on the door.

"Enter."

Natasha pushes open the door and let's you all enter, needing to remain in her stationed spot.

Sam takes again and comes to a stop in front of the Baron's desk. You and Bucky stand side by side and face him.

Baron Helmut Zemo is standing behind his desk. Once again, now seeing him in the flesh, your mind still agrees that he is handsome. His dark hair looks soft to the touch, those deep brown eyes were such a beautiful colour, and his accent, even though you had heard him only speak one word, was smooth and pleasant on the ears.

So much for being professional, you thought.

However, his expression was less than impressed, and those beautiful eyes of his were very clearly scrutinizing you.

You swallow back the nerves that threatened to rise.

"Bucky Barnes and Y/N L/N, the second pair of your bodyguard entourage for your trip, sir. The rest will meet us in Paris tomorrow."

Zemo looks you both up and down. He takes his time doing so. His gaze is piercing and cold. You can't tell what he's thinking about and that worries you slightly.

He walks around his desk, taking slow yet wide steps, and comes to stand in front of you both. His eyes narrow on you.

"You're a bodyguard?" He asks.

"Yes, sir."

"Fully trained?"

"Yes, sir."

The Baron glances back at Sam Wilson, then his gaze turns to Bucky Barnes. He knows what Natasha looks like because she had been escorting him most of the morning.

"Are you sure they are qualified?" He asks, turning to Sam.

Your professionalism almost drops at the insinuation. Does he not think you're capable of the job?

Sam stands a little straighter as he replies.

"They are capable. Fully trained and up to the job. It was Natasha Romanoff who trained them, sir."

Zemo's eyes turn back to you. He looks far from impressed. In fact, he looks beyond annoyed by this information. He clicks his tongue in an annoying manner and turns on his heel.

"Very well. There isn't much I can do anyway, you are excused."

Sam nods and guides you all outside. You leave that office feeling a bit defeated and hurt. Never before has a client ever made a comment on if they thought you were up to the job or not.

A hand on your shoulder brings you out of your thoughts. It's Nat.

"You good?"

"Yeah," you put on a smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. "You were right about him though. What an asshole."

She smirks.

"Don't let him get to you. Let's do our a job and before you know it we'll be back in New York awaiting a new assignment."

You nod. At this point, you couldn't wait to go back home. However, you would pull through and do your duty.

You're good at what you do, and no Baron is going to change that.

An older gentleman approaches you.

"This is Oeznik, the butler," Natasha introduces you.

"Your rooms for the night are ready," he tells you. Natasha lets you go as you follow him long with Bucky.

Once you were settled, you would swap with Nat and Sam so they could rest a bit. They had been on duty for the past couple of days.

You are shown to a room down where the staff reside. You didn't expect anything more anyway, for now you were his staff too.

Oeznik holds the door open for you so you can look inside.

It's basic, not too big, but it's comfortable. You would be fine in here. You've slept in worse places anyway.

Bucky pokes his head on and nods.

"Not too bad."

You smile.

"This will be fine."

Oeznik nods and proceeds to show Bucky his room right next door. It's much the same as yours.

Once you had both been shown around a little, you headed back upstairs. Zemo was still in his office. Natasha smile as you both approach.

"Shift change?"

You nod.

"Thank goodness."

You chuckle as you take up the position of where she was before.

Bucky knocks on the door and goes inside once permitted to. Sam comes out shortly after. He smiled at you as he walks by.

This was it. This was the job.

You were stood there for more than an hour before fine door opened and the Baron came out. He glanced at you, but said nothing. With a nod from Bucky, you followed the Baron as he walked.

You were present throughout dinner, present throughout the evening as he read, and then present when he retired to his room. Bucky and you did your jobs perfectly.

It wasn't until a much later hour when you exchanged positions again with Nat and Sam.

As you walked back down to your rooms with Bucky, you couldn't help asking, "what are we protecting him from?"

Bucky doesn't reply right away, but you can tell he knows the answer.

"Well, we're not sure who they are exactly. A group of individuals who despise the Baron. I don't know the details, just that with him travelling through Europe, it leaves him pretty exposed and they could strike. We're here to make sure nothing happens."

"That sounds ominous," you eye him.

"I don't know the exact details. We aren't privy to them."

You figured that would be the case.

"Anyway, get some sleep, we have another flight tomorrow."

You nod and bid him goodnight as you disappear into your own room. You dress down and sit on the bed, sighing softly.

You felt like this was going to be a tough job. Not only did it seem like the Baron was being targeted by a dangerous group that you knew virtually nothing about, but he didn't seem to like you at all.

At least he hadn't said anything demeaning after the switch. Just looked at you with a slight glare in his gaze throughout the evening.

You lie back on the bed.

You would show him. You would show the Baron you were capable at your job.

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kerie-prince · 4 years ago

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change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

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You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. “Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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