#let your imagination run wild 😈

[amiracleilluminated]

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Even if the sky was falling

Part II

warning: fighting, blood, sexual tension if you squint, fire and angst… 😈

request: had this thought about azriel xteacher!reader fem or gn if you prefer and reader teaches nyx so the IC interacts with the reader a lot and all love her and think she’d be perfect with az but he’s too much of a wimp to make it official but they are still flirty. basically fate makes him man up when nyx’s class is attacked and reader is trying to protect him and then az saves the day.

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Nyx, as much as he was brave and outgoing with his family, turned into the shell of himself when exposed to people he didn’t know. And while he loved to learn and genuinely was a curious kid, school hadn’t come easy for him. “We would be nowhere close to where we are now if not for Y/n”, Feyre mused once the conversation had once again slipped to Nyx over dinner. “She puts lots of care into looking after him”, Rhys nodded along, “He loves her too”. That had of course peaked Azriel’s curiosity. He didn’t sense danger but you could never trust anyone, especially a stranger, fully. And this was his family he was talking about. One he had sworn to protect.

That’s how the spymaster had found himself slowly walking towards the school. There had still been hours till pick-up time, but he wanted to see you in action. Working that magic of yours and magic he had seen. It had been a beautiful day in Velaris, the sun high in the sky, warm breeze rattling the leaves. The laughter was impossible to miss. It was infectious. Bumping off every surface. In the middle of it stood you, surrounded by ecstatic faces as they swarmed you. Like little bees trying to land on the prettiest of flowers.

Azriel still struggled with the concept of care and love. His imagination was wild but he could never imagine a happy childhood. A warm and safe home. He had that now, yes, but to have that from birth? To be loved from the first breath you take. That was foreign to him. So he stood there watching how you spun around in a circle. Clapping your hands to the nursery rimes the kids were belting out. And your smile had made Azriel smile too. Slightly. Ever so slightly making him smile.

“Uncle Az”, Nyx's excited voice had caught up with Azriel when he had finally crossed the schoolyard. With no effort the spymaster had caught the boy with one hand, lifting him onto his shoulder. “Have you been good today, bud”, Azriel patted him on the stomach, making Nyx nod eagerly, “I was, I was really good, right Mrs. Y/n”, his eager purple eyes trailed back to you and Azriel felt as if a goddess was now in front of him. You had been pretty from afar, but up close….

“I don’t know them broccolis, didn’t make it to your mouth did they?”, you raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest. “You didn’t eat your broccoli?” Azriel looked back at his nephew who was sending silent daggers your way. “They smell like Uncle Cassian’s farts”, the boy whined. The silence felt for a moment as Azriel turned to glance at you, for some reason feeling the need to apologize for Nyx’s words only to catch a big smile. And within the heartbeat, both of you had burst out laughing. “Go get yourself a bun, you little devil”, Azriel shook his head, letting the boy down.

The promise of a sweet bun had delighted him but Nux still turned to you first. Running to hug your knees as he glanced up at you. “Till tomorrow, Y/n”, he mused, that Rhys’s smile on his face now. “You say hi to your parents from me”, your fingers threaded through his hair. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, you mussed, bending down to cup his cheek before kissing the top of his head, watching as he ran off towards the stand, Azriel’s shadows twirling alongside him.

“So, the day has come”, you mussed attention now fixed on the Illyrian in front of you. “I have no idea what you are talking about Mrs. Y/n”, Azriel's firm tone found you. “I saw you in the field, the tree was big but you were bigger”, You narrowed your eyes at him. And he thought he was smooth out there. “You sure know how to flatter a male”, Azriel mussed, crossing his arms over his chest, the toned tattooed muscles gleaming, “Nothing rubs my ego more than being called big”.

You let out a gasp, clipping him on the side with one hand, “Watch your mouth”, you shushed him, “There are kids here”. But now standing so close to him, you could feel the way your heart picked up. He was beautiful. Mother, every woman in Velaris probably had brought herself to an orgasm just thinking about the spymaster. “What would they say if they knew what their teacher was thinking about just now”, his words felt like a cold bucket, yet your cheeks bloomed red. “You’re no mind reader”, you scoffed, “Ego pressing on the little brain?”. Azriel caught your wrist, pinning it behind your back. Another gasp slipped past your lips as his chest pressed against you, “But I can smell it”, he mussed, “Come have dinner with me”. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Nice try”, you muttered. “I’ll fly you over myself if I have to”, Azriel warned. “Maybe you’ll have to come more often”, you made sure the enfaces the third to last word, causing Azriel to let out a lower chuckle, “You’re dangerous”, “Yet you are here”, you beamed at him.

It had stayed like this. This push and pull. Push and pull for weeks. Azriel had become accustomed to picking Nyx up almost every day. It was his easy pass to see you. Even if every time he walked through the gates he was met with an eye roll from you. And while you loved to prod and poke each other there had always been a sense of ease. As if finally someone had seen him. On some nights Azriel even found himself sharing the gruesome side of his job. And it had been your soft hands that had coxed him back to safety. Your eyes that had managed to see through the debris and find the truth beneath it all.

A light smile hadn’t left his face ever since and now as he finished the last bits of work for the day, he couldn’t wait to go get you. Drop Nyx home and spend the evening together. Just you and him. That was until something flashed across the sky. Azriel frowned pushing his chair back. Just he didn’t make it far as a loud explosion rattled the buildings. Alarms rang through the city as people started screaming outside. He was about to rush through the doors when his shadows slammed right into him. Bringing with them the sound of screaming. Children screaming. Women screaming. And a familiar voice there. Your voice and his whole body ran cold.

Everything had died down after that, all Azriel heard was static as he winnowed in front of a burning building. Some figures draped in black swirled around the school. Daggers in hand. His soldiers were already there, falling like stars from the sky. But all Azriel could think of was you and Nyx, somewhere there in the burning building. His feet moved faster than his mind as he hit the jammed door with his shoulder, breaking it in the first time. The ashen face of an elderly woman was the first thing he saw, and a litter of kids with faces shoved against her skirt in hopes of breathing as little fumes as possible.

“Come on, my man will keep you safe”, he reached out, steadying her and then counting up the little ones. “Who else is here?”, he asked through the crackling. “Upstairs”, she sobbed, “Please”. Azriel’s head snapped to the stairs. The broken down stair that had no doubt made it impossible for the ones upstairs to leave.

He could feel heartbeats. Racking through them to find a familiar one. And then a scream tore through the walls. Nyx’s name and… He was winnowing up. Ripping door after door he searched for the place you both had to be in. Eyes burning from the smoke. “Hand him over”, a thick voice snarled. “Fuck yourself and bend over”, you wheezed. Azriel’s boot came in contact with the center of the last door. And there you were a broken glass in hand as you shoved Nyx behind you. And an ill-looking male with a bloodied sword in front of you. Azriel’s shadows swarmed him, drowning the male in the dark as they pushed through every possible way into his body, the screams filling the small space. You turned back, clasping your hands around Nyx, pressing his face into your chest so he would not have to see it. It was in the infamous spymaster in front of you, in his real and lethal form as he stepped over the body trashing beneath him. His fingers that so carefully held you now gripped the jaw of the man who had threatened your life, Nyx’s life.

“You owe me a handful of breaths”, Azriel muttered against his ear, “And I will make you pay for them. You’ll wish you never breathed at all”, the coldness poured out of him. And if not for the coughs that slipped from Nyx’s lips you were sure that Azriel wouldn’t have moved from his spot. But his head snapped to the side, the complete darkness leaving his eyes. His shadows moved around you, offering you both oxygen. In two steps he had crossed the distance between you two. In two steps that had made you curl deeper into yourself as you held onto Nyx.

Azriel's jaw flexed as he watched you recoil from him. He felt your fear, it was all over. “I will not hurt you”, he muttered, “I’ll just get you both out”, his voice was back to the honey cone smoothness, as his hand wrapped around your shoulder. “Uncle Az”, Nyx choked out. “Try to breathe as little as possible, buddy”, Azriel’s palm cupped the back of Nyx’s head, “it will all be over soon”.

It felt almost like waking up from a nightmare. The fog cleared up. Air returning to your lungs. The light of flames was replaced by the sun. There was much more noise here. The screaming. You blinked to see parents looking for their kids. Mother’s weeping. “Mom”, Nyx pushed against your chest but you clung to him, “Daddy”, his voice broke. You felt him trashing in your arms but you couldn’t let go. Warm hands slid over your hands, gently pulling them apart, “He’s safe, you kept him safe”, Azriel’s voice flooded your mind. You watch Nyx’s trembling legs crossing the distance between him and his parents. The high lord falling to his knees as he wrapped the little boy in his arms. Your legs bucked, only to be met with a firm grasp on your hips as you collapsed into Azriel’s embrace.

“I’ve got you”, he muttered, “You are safe, my love, no one will hurt you”. You looked up, feeling the sting in your eyes, “Azriel”, you breathed. “I know”, he nodded, brushing the strand of your hair away from your face. You watched him for a moment, dizziness creeping in. Until your gaze darted down slowly, where warmth had been gathering all this time. “What is it?”, Azriel asked as his eyes followed yours. You heard the breath hitching in his throat before his palm pressed against your abdomen. Somewhere deep in your consciousness, you knew that you should have screamed out. But as you watched crimson seeping through his fingers you almost felt as if this body wasn’t yours.

“Y/n, my love, can you hear me”, Azriel’s worried eyes watched you, “Fuck”, cursing he looked around in panic, “Fuck, someone, please we need a healer here”. You felt Azriel’s hand slowly brushing against your back as he lowered you onto the grass. “Keep your eyes on me”, he pleaded, “Let me see your pretty eyes, I missed them so much today, did you know that?”, he was rambling you noted, something he never did. But you nodded anyway, “I missed you”, you muttered right back as his eyes snapped to the side. He was searching for a healer you did not doubt it. “Azriel”, you breathed out, but he didn’t budge. “Az”, you muttered, bringing your shaky palm to cup his cheek.

“Don’t you dare do this to me”, he whined through gritted teeth. “Come closer”, you muttered, feeling the way his hand dug into the wound on your side. But he followed your wishes this time, leaning closer till your foreheads were pressed together. “Tell me something you haven’t told me before”, you muttered, feeling your eyelids getting heavy. Azriel nuzzled against your cheek and you could feel his tears brushing onto your skin. “I love you”, he breathed, “I’m in love with you”, that was enough to make your heart leap up, tugging at the feeling so familiar, ancient, and deep. “And I love you”, you smiled at him, “Even if the sky falls and till my last breath then”, you felt him pulling back then, pulling at the thread joining you as one. You tugged as hard as your body allowed you, watching his golden eyes till your eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. Till you were sure the whole earth rattled as Azriel screamed.

[muffinsin]

hi hello hola bonjour aloha 😵😵😵😵

OKOKOK SOOOOOOO ........ i know this request is weird BUUUUTTTT could u maybe possibly do the dimitrescus being with someone (as in, having an s/o) thats a humanoid arachnid??? If im spelling that correctly? rahhh idk

like, imagine those spider-people with like, agile spider legs on their back, sharp fangs, multiple, red/purple/gray eyes, dark fluffy hair, red/purple/other markings, etc etc. I think it would be funny since theyre literally flies dating a spider .. which eats flies

u can use doctor octavius as reference for the spider leg placement if u didnt understand, or like, angel dust??? Its up to ur interpertation, really, but id prefer if they did have normal human legs .. and features .. since a giant spider with a human head feels unnatural .. giggle, giggle

AS ALWAYS!!! take care!!!!!! Make sure to take breaks inbetween requests!!!!!

WITH MUCH LOVE AND LESBIANISM 😈😈😈😈 (the gayness directed at the dimitrescus .. not u, becauze .. i dunno u .. and thats weird)

-- 🐾🧃, AKA JUNGLE JUICE 👽👽👽

Piece out! (Not peace, i require violence)

Hell yeah!!🙌 Funnily enough, I think there was once talk of an arachnoid reader on this blog, but the idea got lost somewhere. I’m happy to dive back into it now!👀 Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

What started out as a sudden introduction in the forest, soon became more

Back then already, Bela was- unsurprisingly- intrigued by you

After all, your appearance alone is enough to make most double check whether they saw right

And she was certainly no better

Though, at the very least you did the same then, not quite believing you ran into one of the infamous Dimitrescu daughters

During your first interaction, time almost stood still as the two of you inspected one another-

you, standing in place when you ran just moments ago,

Bela, stilled with her sickle held in her hand, as though frozen like a deer in the headlights upon running across you

- it was a cute moment, even, in itself. Both of you, stunned by each other

Where you saw a pair of strong, piercing golden eyes, she saw multiple pairs of eyes

You watched then as she studied them almost, her own flickering across your face

The two eyes at the center of your face, human-looking in every aspect but their colour

A dark grey, she originally thought

In time, she would find and adore the specks of red and purple in them, only found upon closer inspection. But more of that later

Then, more eyes, stretching across the side of your forehead almost

5 of them, some more slit than others, some smaller, some larger

She shivered at the sight, but even you saw the curiosity shimmer within her back then already

It was clear to both of you that neither was mortal. Not entirely so, at least

Where you saw her regal, almost gothic and Victorian dress and the sickle, she spotted torn clothing

A villager, or at the very least that’s what you used to be

Only was your clothing torn and almost webbed shut again, the strings keeping your cloths together so fine they couldn’t possibly be any fabric or wool

While her fingers held the sickle tight, your long ones moved slightly, as if restless

More things were apparent immediately, such as,

Your long, strong legs allowing you to stand tall, nearly the same as Bela

Something unusual, certainly

And then, of course, the other pair

The strong, somewhat thin pair of arms or legs- Bela could never quite tell- sprouting from your back

The fuzzy, dark hair falling down your shoulders and back, a little too untrimmed, a little too wild for even the villagers’ standards

And the strange marks stretching across your bare arms

Neither of you attacked one another, then

In fact, neither of you moved, until the sounds of the angry mob of villagers faded away

You don’t entirely remember most of what happened after, only remember begging her to take you with her

Despite its reputation, you knew working and living at the castle must be better than starving out at the forest

And, holding the same curiosity in her tone, she agreed and took you in

Only were you no mere staff member, dusting this and that

You were Bela’s favorite

And everyone knew

You worked for her only, didn’t take orders from even the head maiden

The two of you spent more and more time together, chatting and sharing bits and pieces of yourselves

Your- nature- certainly made your work more challenging and fun

As such, at times, you would hold onto the walls with the limbs stemming from your back and climb high to the ceiling to dust even the top of the shelves

Often- surprisingly often given how busy she was- Bela opted to join you

Not in cleaning, of course. You’re sure she thinks it’s below her

Instead, she’d often- and still does- swarm halfway, as if sleeping on an invisible mattress in the air

She’d watch you work, talk occasionally

At other times, she’d trace your limbs gently when no words were exchanged

And, unsurprisingly, the ever growing bond and fondness between the two of you leads to something more

While Bela was the first to initiate things, you proudly claimed the first kiss from her

Upon being in a relationship, she found out more about you still

Like the sharp fangs in your mouth, which she loves to trace and feel dig into her skin

She loves the webs you spin, her fingertips occasionally dragging against the light silk

Sometimes, a fly of hers gets stuck

That, she loves less

And still, you always take care of the little insects, ensuring they won’t be trapped in some of the smaller webs you leave

At times, you quite intentionally web her, your spidery silk-like web trapping her arms above her head, her body fondled by the many limbs you possess….

Alas, we’re trailing off, but of course, your nature, body, and abilities are appreciated in all aspects

The bedroom being one of them, too

Though, Bela loves nothing more than cuddling up together, too

Especially when held in your arms, all of them wrapped tightly around her

It’s perfect to her, and often a blanket or two will be thrown in the mix in winter

Once, you suggested wrapping her up in your webs to keep her warm, which she quickly shut down

You learn, she doesn’t like feeling like prey, dislikes the feeling of being stuck like…well, a fly in a web

Speaking of, insects are strictly off the menu for you

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t encourage you to hunt, though

Often, you spin your webs at the forest surrounding the castle, hoping to bring back a catch that might earn you the favor of her younger sisters and mother

At other times, Bela all but swoons when you trap a particularly delicious maid and deliver her to her as a snack

Still, there is one thing that amuses you to no end…

She loved you, wholeheartedly. And she loved your arachnoid nature, too. She loves every bit of you

So you can’t explain to yourself why your partner is so terribly scared of spiders

The small critters truly do a number on her, prompting screams and shrill squeals, shivers and so on

Always, you ensure there are no spiders in the castle. No webs but your own

…Your lovely girlfriend and her sisters, suffering from arachnophobia

The thought always makes you giggle

Cassandra

Looking back, you can hardly believe your luck

Not only did you survive Mother Miranda’s experimenting, the depths of the village, the infamous basement of castle Dimitrescu and its residents, but also wooed one of them

Having Cassandra sleeping soundly on top of you, your limbs wrapped around her, you allow yourself to think of how you first met

Her eyes, a dark golden light in the dark, piercing you the very same day you were sent to the castle basements

And it seems, you awakened curiosity within the sadist

Of course, a being like you would

Something so rare, someone so unique

While you were originally made to be her newest plaything, a failed experiment handed over, Cassandra had no interest in killing you

Not that this stopped her light torture

Though, looking back, you can’t help but giggle. Even then she showed you affection in her twisted ways

Like when she’d stroke a dagger along your limbs, the touch strong and grounding, her breath fast

She has always been so very curious about you

Your eyes are her favorite part of you

She loves how unsettling they look

Sometimes, she whines; she wants to pluck them from you so very badly, to hold and kiss, to preserve and carry with her always

You have learned to understand and love her twisted affection, her rough words and the gentle, almost romantic meaning behind them

While you could easily get lost in her dark golden eyes, the same goes for her and your eyes

Sometimes, she likes to just stare at them when you cuddle, her eyes desperately trying to meet all of yours

It’s an admittedly adorable sight

And even during your first introduction, when she had grabbed your face harshly, she easily got lost in your eyes

While originally chained to the moldy wall of the basement, you’re upgraded fast

You become her obsession, her pet, her favorite horror in the castle

An honor, really

You know when she calls you her horror, it’s the most romantic thing she can express with words

She loves every part of you, too

Early on already she experiments with you, your cooperative nature catching her slightly by surprise

As such, when she lifted and prodded, cut and sniffed and what not, you always took it as an opportunity to talk to her

Early on, you find out more and more of Cassandra

Later, you learn she often rambles mindlessly when utterly absorbed in her experiments, games, and torture

As such, early on already, you listened as she rambled about her sisters and her hunts

Your presence was always a refreshing one, really

Cassandra is bold

As such, when she noticed just that, and how much she had grown to care for “her experiment”, you were moved from the basement

Quickly, your relationship turned from one of a captive and their tormentor to desire

She clearly desired you, her breaths ragged around you, her heart beating fast, her lip bit, her hands touching up on your limbs eagerly

And you had no reason to hide your attraction, in turn

To this day, you like experimenting with her

In a way, it’s allowing her to get to know you more

Often, her experiments mean working out new techniques to spin webs

At other times, she wants to see how precisely you can control the limbs stemming from your back

With a nice routine of spending nearly every day together, it’s no surprise when you eventually made a move on her

One Cassandra eagerly accepted and returned

She isn’t one for terms, and has never been. You’ve never been her prisoner. Never her friend. Never her partner

Always, you are what she feels

You’re her love, her passion, her horror, her excitement, her desire, her sadism

Due to this, there has hardly been a change after you’ve asked her to be your girlfriend. To her, you’ve always been what you are to her

You’re her partner, despite how she doesn’t like naming what you have

Her favorite couple activity is spending quality time together

She loves to hunt together

Her favorite game?

To chase prey into your web

She laughs loudly when it happens, her pupils wide, her hands twitching

If you ate humans and raw meat as she does, she would grant you the first bite, sometimes

As such, she likes to watch you wrap her prey up and carry it home for her

Her second favorite activity is to experiment with you, and do art together

She likes it particularly much when you spin a web and allow her to direct you, the silky threads assuming a shape to her liking

As it comes to experimenting, she finds it particularly fun when the two of you get to chat, one of your limbs holding onto her or handing her tools

The others are usually made to hold down whatever poor soul has caught her eye and is now to die

But really, her bright smile and manic crackle of laughter seems to make all your remaining morals drip away

Other things she loves is to use your webs to create obstacles when she trains

She knows she can’t achieve Daniela’s speed and precision as it comes to flying and the swarm, but likes to practice either way

And you like to help her by putting webs in her way

Only sometimes does she get stuck, growling and grumbling to you and herself when she’s…well…a fly in the spider’s web

Oddly enough, this doesn’t bother her, yet when even the smallest little spider is near her, she freaks out

Usually, that means you get to flick it away, hunting it down and only granted a rest when you present your love with the creature’s body as proof of its passing

You shake your head, smiling fondly at this, before returning to stroking your long fingers through dark hair. Less thick, more combed and cleaner looking, yet nearly matching yours in color

She hums in her sleep. You know, she will awaken soon, ready to hunt or plead with you to please play with the maids with her

It’s so very fun to see them stumble and cry in the webs, she insists

Daniela

To say Daniela was intrigued by you at first sight would be a vast understatement

Obsessed, more like it

Having been dragged to a lord’s meeting after countless experiments done by Mother Miranda, it’s the first and ideal opportunity to meet everyone

Including the stunning woman by the tall lady’s side

Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, you learn

Daniela’s eyes are on you the instant you’re revealed to the lords

Gold with specks of green, piercing and curious, obsessed and eager

They flicker across you, your face and body, until they move back and flicker across your face, seemingly searching for eye contact

Eye contact, which proves difficult with the many sets of eyes you have

Oh, but she immediately gets lost in them

You flinch in surprise when she moves, fast, uncaring of the audience the two of you have

She’s pushed against you in an instant, her hands cupping your cheeks

Her skin is nearly as cold as yours, her palms cool as ice

She studies your eyes intensely

While she finds specks of red and purple, you find light shades of green hidden within the pools of gold of her eyes

Both of you immediately seem to fall in love with the sights presented to you

While you’re introduced as nothing but a failed experiment, Daniela immediately sees more in you

She begs, out loud as though she has no shame-

and maybe she doesn’t

- and she pleads:

“Mother, I must have them, please!”

And, you learn early on, Alcina Dimitrescu seems incapable of denying her youngest any wish she has

And in turn, it seems Mother Miranda has difficulty denying Alcina

As such, you’re handed over promptly, officially made Daniela’s property

She’d scoff at the title. You’re hers, though

You’ll be her best friend! Her love! Her soulmate!

She’s not wrong, at the end

For the first time in your life maybe, you feel free, even as you officially “belong to her”

You receive your own wing, even, though it’s near her own

You’re a little surprised at this, though now know that you’re given the entire wing by Alcina Dimitrescu to ensure no intruders would past the deadly webs and manage to find the precious youngest daughter

You’re quite proud of that, too

You like knowing you’re what stands between Daniela and any potentially dangerous intruders

You like knowing your webs will catch them should they sneak where they shouldn’t be

The only things she asks for are honesty, affection, genuine interest and respect

Things you’re eager to give her

In return, you receive time and space, love and affection, honesty and eagerness, care and happiness

While the two of you seem to start out as friends, more builds up between you fast

Daniela, bold as she is, is the first to initiate things, to steal looks and kisses, lingering touches and more

You eagerly give in, and the two of you become impossibly close

As such, you often sleep with her curled in your arms, your arms and legs wrapped around her, your limbs keeping her pressed close to you

She loves cuddling, loves holding your hands while your other limbs are wrapped around her

At other times, she likes to fight for fun with you

It’s a game to her, to evade your webs and limbs, to tackle them only to be smacked away by one of the long, strong limbs stemming from your back

Sometimes- usually- she wins

At other times, she ends up webbed by you, giggling when you make use of the opportunity to place small kisses all over her face

When she hunts on her own, she often takes you with her

She likes to race you, seemingly ignoring that your strength is not your speed, but the tactics and strategic placement of your webs

In the end, she likes to compare who captured the most prey

Often, it’s you, due to the many small animals getting lost in the webs

Though, she usually claims the larger and faster victims

Afterwards, she likes to indulge in snacks with you, often stroking along one of your limbs absently

When you’re spinning your webs, she likes to stay close and watch, occasionally freaking out when bits of her get stuck

She’s whining and snarling then, unable to free herself until you cut the webs loose and tug them from her

Despite liking your webs and being in your arms, Daniela doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being stuck in your webs

Too often has she lost herself as a fly in some spider’s web…

[female-hysterics]

Stormkobra-5 asked:

sets food down carefully* Fuck or die scenario, you say?!?!

Okay, picture THIS!!!

You and Steven have been been crushing on each other for MONTHS, okay??? And neither of you have made a move yet because you’re both Shy As Fuck™️ or smth, and you end up trapped in some ancient Greek tomb on a mission— my nerd brain is thinking of stories where stuff like this actually happened in some myths I can’t remember which ones atm but— after decoding the inscriptions on the temple that state the victims must either consummate OR get crushed by a ceiling of spikes that descends if they don’t within like an hour or two or smth 🙂🙂🙂 Indiana Jones style traps I guess XD

IDK I haven’t thought of any actual scenarios tbh just the PORN—

Alternatively, I offer you Steven trying an aphrodisiac and he turns into a total dom, and I’ll leave your imagination to run wild 😈😈😈

Oh jeez... 🥵 I honestly don't know which one I like better.....🥴

Dom Steven has my heart SO

Steven taking the aphrodisiac innocently, not realizing what it is, and by the time you do realize what it is he is gone. His eyes are both soft with adoration and burning with pure lust while his hands effortlessly strip you of your panties and yank your shirt and bra down enough to free your breasts.

"I just have to feel you, love. Let me just come inside your tight little cunt, take the edge off, yeah?, and then I'll fuck your throat like a good girl," he all but growls in your ear while bending you over his desk, sending a small tower of his books toppling over, and your head is spinning at his words and you are positively dripping for him.

He does exactly that, fucking you deep and hard until you are seeing stars until he spills inside you with a hurt sound deep in his chest, and then you are on your knees with his hands fisted in your hair and his cock buried in your throat while you drool and choke and moan his name. Steven seems to twist you in every position possible, even some that leave you flushing in embarrassment, but he is ravenous for you. His touch desperate, words filthy as he grunts them into your flesh, and you can't help but notice how hot his skin is. How his hands tremble against you, how his eyes are glazed, and this heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest. You are worried for him, but with each orgasm he drags from you your brain become more and more fried.

Everything eventually becomes a blur at one point and you are lost in a sea of heat and euphoria. When you come back to reality you are a sticky naked mess, body limp and laying sideways on the destroyed bed with Steven curled up behind you, and you dimly realize that he was still holding himself inside you. His breathing was even, skin cooled down to a more reasonable temperature, and his heartbeat is a strong steady beat.

"Was a bit rough, wasn't I?" He suddenly whispered against your shoulder and your throat is raw as you try to croak out a response.

You feel him twitch inside you and then he slowly starts to roll his hips in slow sensual waves that make your eyes roll back in your head. His hand moves up from where it was resting on your breast and curls around your throat gently, tilting your head back until you could pant against his open mouth, and you didn't even have the energy to grasp at his arms as his hips continued to snap against you deep and slow. He groaned against your lips.

"A little longer, love. Let me fill you just a little longer."

[theshipperqueenisnotdone]

As much as I love Lucifer (Gosh, that sounds weird without context 😭), I don't think y'all remember that he is the DEVIL IN THE BIBLE! Because I don't see any of you taking advantage of his title, like calling [character you ship with Lucifer Morningstar] a nickname that has to do with being Lucifer's lover.

Oh, what do I mean by this? You know, calling them nicknames like:

The Devil Bride/Groom/Nearlywed

The Fallen Angel Bride/Groom/Nearlywed

The Devil Sweetheart

Lucifer Darling

Devil Favorite Sinner

The Queen Of Hell (Move away lilith! Give up your crown now! There is a new Queen of hell now! >:D)

The Sacrifice Bride

The Devil Pet

Hell's Beloved

The One Who Get The Devil Wrapped Around Their Finger

There are numerous nicknames you can use to refer to them! Let's get creative! He's like the devil himself! And [character you ship with Lucifer Morningstar] is his partner! Let's bestow upon [character you ship with Lucifer Morningstar] a grand title! Get imaginative and come up with both cool and cringy titles! Let your creativity run wild with these titles! 👿😈

Side note: if you want to make it Interesting, by adding mpreg/pregnancy, you can use:

The One Who Bare With The Devil Child

The One Who Is Carrying The Devil Child

The One Who Give Their Seed To The Devil(if you want mpreg lucy)

And even more!

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Empressnight_30 asked via Ao3:

I hope the reader has genuine romantic feelings for Macaque and Wukong. I never liked the idea of Stockholm syndrome in Yandere stories. The reader still has their freedom but always comes back to them because they truly love them.

There is a nice, happy balance in their relationship. Shadowpeach is still yandere for reader and will have no problem getting rid of “pests” that hurt their darling.

Now my naughty self 😈 can't help but think about reader taking advantage of Macaque and Wukong’s “Would anything for their darling.” In alternative one-shot, reader asked them to touch her. Maybe reader was hit by some lust spell, and they are still lucid, or her desire for them is too much to hold back anymore.

Reader would ask Wukong and Macaque to squeeze her breasts, and they would happily do it. Then, as days passed, reader kept asking them to grope her body. Then, one day, she asked them to take her and let your imagination run wild after that😈😆

>>>

Oh Reader gets genuine feelings for them. Not only does she escape several times but she is able to return to her own world on more than one occasion. The monkey duo does NOT appreciate that obviously. They don’t get any say in the matter on any of these occasions.

But Reader always ends up back in their arms, one way or another. It’s slow and they hate having to wait for her. (In one instance thinking that she’s even dead) but she still comes back around to them.

However its in these times of separation that she begins to truly love and miss them. The way they cared for her, kept her company and the way they showed her just how much they loved her.

Technically because they kidnapped her she has Stockholm Syndrome but in no way did the warlords harm her in any way. They aren’t cruel to her, give her space and allow her to roam the island all she wants. The endgame is Shadowpeach x Reader but in the way that Reader is willingly with them. She could have chosen not to join the journey, she could have chosen to return to her world, she could have chosen to stay away from them, but in the end it is her choice to stay with them and to return into their arms.

She truly loves them and even when she’s talked to about all of this, at the end of the day they stay together. Even with their possessive behavior, she loves them.

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Now for the lust potion? I do quite like this idea. Something that could definitely happen at the end of the day. Love the way they have to hold off until she finally tells them to take her and fuck her~

[kowwpow]

I’m dying—

I don’t even know what I did to them— 😭

@aceofstars0 I turned basil into a robot— bc he reminds me… of a robot—although it looks more like some random square dude

@silliestsakura I let you be nice and cute

@rion-isnot-an-ai hanako’s eepy

@shycroissanti this is where it starts to get weird— she has triple chins, (I’m laughing uncontrollably while making this post. I LOOSE IT whenever I see Irina)

@larz-barz it’s my understanding that cats lay in the weirdest positions—

@cloudymistedskies *NOM*

@kiyokatokito *blinks cutely*

@naramaiz okay, Amari is also pretty wholesome. She just wants a cookie

@night-mince0 😈

Like I said, I REALLY let my imagination run wild—

please give me your opinions 🥺

okay but Amari’s actually really cute—

[scratchandplaster]

Ben, do you know what hypnotism is? 😈

[Masterlist] | Ask game

Let's say it takes place after this, and Sam is still weirded out.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"That's when you believe you're sick all the time, right?" 

Sam managed to catch him alone again, a more than tricky endeavor when one's world is limited to a few acres of grass. Only the stupid act of slicing their entire calf open on a rusty nail got them out of work early today.

"No, not even close. And don't argue about semantics: I don't care what he calls it, I care about what exactly he did!"

"I don't know what you're trying to get at." Ben led them towards the water to find shelter from the sun. Under the broad willow's treetop, he stopped, Sam still limping behind him.

"The thing! The thing Shepard did at dinner."

Ben glanced back: "The thing? You really have a way with words."

It was hard to keep balance, especially with the thickly wrapped leg staying suspended in the air, as Sam slid down to sit their back pressed against the tree trunk. The sad attempt at a lunge was interrupted by Ben's well-meaning hand, but quickly slapped away.

"One second you are up and talking to me, and in the next it was like a switch was flipped off. And don't you tell me that wasn't fucking weird."

The last thing they needed was an army of mindless farmers at Shepard's beck and call. Sam considered themself immune, naturally, having studied all the tactics used for recruitment. Still, the unsettling air didn't fade.

"Oh, come on. I was just doing breathwork," Ben deflected. He was rarely getting tired of explaining, though Sam really gave their best to change this fact.

"Don't 'oh, come on' me, you have to be a bit more specific today."

"Huh? I told you about the morning yoga. It's just like that, but for your mind."

"Cool. Great." Sam was jittery, now that running far away from this circus wasn't even an option anymore,  "So he walks around and does that to all of you?"

As horrifying as it seemed, they just struck gold. Literal brainwashing -imagining the view count, the sponsors mauling each other to shreds for the ad space, made them bite down on their lip in a confusing mix of wild excitement and fear.

Ben, as usual, tried to calm their tirade down. Sam's tendency to exaggerate the little details about his life started to become a near daily nuisance.

"Everything you say sounds so dramatic, of course he doesn't. There is nothing he can do without you engaging in it. Or do you see Birdie threatening us to do the Crescent Moon at gunpoint?"

"Whatever," they spit, "even if you're doing it voluntarily…why?"

"It helps me calm down." Ben shrugged and tapped a finger against his temple: "When I have trouble focusing, for example, it sorts out all the thoughts tumbling around up here."

Adderall manages that too. Though Shepard can't grow that shit on a field, can he?

They watched him subconsciously rubbing the thick sleeves of his sweater over his forearms. Despite the sunny conditions, he refused to wear a tee. 

"I know that it looks funny from the outside, but it's like…when someone reads you a bedtime story. Also helps against pain."

Pain was a thing Sam already had enough of, even without Shepard's help. Their calf itched under the gauze.

"So lets say that you're hurt: he tells you that you're not and that's it?"

Ben nodded affirmatively: "Pretty much."

"Be for real-"

"Oh, dear," he kneeled next to Sam, allowing their leg to rest comfortably on his own, "Look, don't tell him I told an outsider private info, but William and Shawn's aunt sometimes ask when the cravings start again, it distracts from the itch. Dad provides an important offer for many here. You don't need to understand, only to accept it."

Cravings? Local man cures binge-eating?! Nothing to snack on around here except dried dates and royal jelly, I would go crazy too.

"I mean, you're on edge all the time. Wouldn't hurt you to give it a try!"

If Shepard Cohen ever dared to test his voodoo shtick on them, Sam swore that his own murder would be the topic of their next episode.

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 6: Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, tiniest bit of D/S undertones if you squint, Matt is a little shit who likes to turn Reader on at inappropriate times 😈

Word Count: ~3,100

A/N: None.

"...The Mass is ended. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord," the priest at Clinton Church intoned at the end of Mass a couple of days later.

"Thanks be to God," Y/N -- along with Matt and the rest of the parishioners -- responded automatically.

"Please join us in singing the closing song, 'On Eagles Wings', number 280 in the Gather songbook," the head of the church choir stated. "Number 280, 'On Eagles Wings'."

Y/N sang along as the recessional proceeded, waiting until the priest had passed before gathering her purse and following Matt out of the pew. 

"I'm kind of nervous," Y/N admitted as they headed towards the back of the church.

Matt took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Having flashbacks to our youth?"

Y/N huffed out a breath. "More like I'm about to see your mother -- who is a nun , mind you -- for the first time in 20 years, especially after the things we did to each other last night… and this morning."

Matt chuckled. "Trust me, angel, my mother knows I'm no saint. You, however, she might be surprised to find out has a dark side…"

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "... My good girl. "

Y/N's face heated as she sucked in a breath. While their first night together had been soft and slow, the previous night had been wild and passionate. Y/N had encouraged Matt to 'let the Devil out' , and boy , had he -- in the best possible way. 

He had whispered filthy praises into her ear while he had taken her from behind, the hand that had been carefully wrapped around her throat restricting air to her lungs also holding her upright against him as he had thrust up into her. "Fuck, you're a dream, Y/N, taking me so well," he had murmured. "Such a good girl, moaning so prettily for me, letting me know how good I'm making you feel. Used to imagine us together just like this, angel -- on our knees in the library at St. Agnes, having to keep you quiet while I stuffed you full of my cock so Sister Bernadette wouldn't overhear and know what we were up to..."

Y/N had let out a breathy moan and clenched around him in response at the thought of Matt's long, thick cock dragging slowly in and out of her, his hand over her mouth muffling her whimpers of pleasure as he whispered what a good girl she was being for keeping quiet while they waited for Sister Bernadette to pass by...

Matt had chuckled darkly and slightly tightened his grip. "Oh, you like that idea, don't you Y/N? You like the thought of possibly getting caught down on your knees with my cock deep inside you, my name the only prayer on your lips while I'm filling you up? Want everyone to know who makes you feel this good, huh angel? Want to show everyone that you're mine and mine alone?"

The delicious pressure inside of Y/N had built up to a pinpoint, shattering as she came with a weak croak of Matt's name.

Matt had continued to thrust into her in just the right spot, quickly triggering a second orgasm before spilling inside her with a groan.

After they were both spent, Matt had immediately switched into protective mode, making sure that he hadn't squeezed Y/N's throat too tight and accidentally left bruises. "Never want to hurt you," he had murmured as he rained gentle kisses where his fingers had been minutes before. "Wanted you for so long, so fucking lucky that I finally get to be with you. Love you so much, my beautiful angel, want to be with you forever."

Y/N had sighed blissfully, boneless from the back-to-back, earth-shattering orgasms Matt had just given her. "Mmmm, me too. Love you, Matty." 

Matt had then cleaned her up and made sure she drank some water, then had pulled her into a cuddle as they had fallen asleep together.

That morning Y/N had woken up to Matt latching onto her like a koala and snoring softly into her neck. She had kissed him awake then stroked him to hardness before taking him into her, still slightly sensitive from the previous night.

They had made love slowly again, Matt's hands gripping Y/N's hips as she rode him into oblivion.

Y/N quickly looked around to make sure that they hadn't been overheard by any of the other exiting parishioners. "We are in church, " she hissed.

Matt gave her a kiss. "It'll be fine. Like I told you, my mother will be absolutely delighted to see you again… no matter what sort of kinky fun you got up to with her son the previous night."

"Matthew!"

Matt chuckled and planted a kiss to the side of her head. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, angel. I'll stop."

They exited the church and headed around the back of the building to the church offices.

Y/N waited as Matt knocked on the door of the inner office where Sister Maggie had told him to meet after he had called her and said that he needed to speak to her.

"Yes?" Sister Maggie's voice came through the door.

Y/N stepped out of the doorway so Sister Maggie wouldn't spot her as Matt opened the door and walked in. "Hi."

"Matthew, it's good to see you. Is everything okay? It sounded urgent on the phone." Sister Maggie sounded worried.

Matt cleared his throat. "Yes, everything is fine. Great, actually."

"Then what did you need to see me about? It's not like you to just pay me a social visit."

"Well it's more like someone else needed to see you…" Matt's voice grew louder. "You can come in now."

Y/N took a deep breath and opened the door, then walked in. 

Sister Maggie gasped. "Is that -- Y/N ?"

"Hi, Sister Maggie," Y/N replied.

Sister Maggie walked over and wrapped her in a hug. "It's so good to see you, my dear."

Y/N hugged her back. "It's good to see you too. How have you been?"

"Oh, same as usual for the life of a nun." Sister Maggie stepped back. "Look at you, all grown up. How have you been? Are you back in New York?"

"I'm well. And yeah, I moved around a bit for work after college but I finally made my way back here about 5 years ago."

Matt grinned. "Y/N's a librarian at the Heiskell Braille and Talking Book Library." 

Sister Maggie shook her head fondly. "I'm really not surprised that that's the career path you chose. You were always in the library reading -- even more so after Matthew came along. I used to be able to hear you reading aloud to him when I would pass by."

Y/N smiled. "Yeah, those were some of my favorite memories and really influenced my decision to go into library science -- and special services in particular."

"See?" Matt added. "Despite what Sister Bernadette always said, I actually was a good influence on Y/N."

Sister Maggie huffed out a laugh. "You were both good for each other. So is that how you reconnected? Through the library?"

"Sort of," Y/N replied. "We bumped into each other at White Cane Day at the Lavelle School for the Blind on Wednesday -- I was there promoting our library services and Matt was a guest speaker. We talked for a bit then wound up having dinner together that evening, and well, it's been like no time has passed."

Sister Maggie smiled softly. "You two were always inseparable. I'm glad to see nothing's changed."

Matt smiled and took Y/N's hand in his, giving it a tender kiss. "Actually one thing has changed. We finally admitted how we had felt about each other, and luckily -- for me at least -- still do."

A bright smile spread across Sister Maggie's face. "I always suspected you two had feelings for each other."

Y/N laughed and gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "Yeah, Matt did say that you had expected that I'd be your daughter-in-law one day."

Sister Maggie's eyebrows raised. "You know I'm Matthew's biological mother?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, he told me."

"I told her everything," Matt added. "Even about me being Daredevil."

Sister Maggie looked even more surprised. "And you're okay with him going off and fighting criminals almost every night?"

Y/N shrugged. "I'm less okay and more understanding about it, although I did tell him to not do anything too reckless or stupid and actually get himself killed."

Sister Maggie sighed. "Hopefully he'll listen to you. Murdock men are so damn stubborn." 

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Oh, don't I know it."

Matt shook his head, a playful smile spreading on his lips. "I knew it was a bad idea getting you two in the same room again."

Y/N gave him a gentle nudge. "Oh, hush, you."

Matt chuckled and gave her a quick kiss on the temple. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Sister Maggie smiled at the two of them. "I'm really happy for you both. I couldn't have chosen someone more fitting for either of you." 

Y/N nodded at her. "Thank you." 

"We should probably get going," Matt said as the church bells chimed the half-hour. "We're Zooming with Y/N's aunt in a little while."

Sister Maggie nodded. "Okay."

Y/N gave Sister Maggie another hug. "It was really good to see you, Sister Maggie."

"You too, dear," Sister Maggie replied, giving Y/N an affectionate squeeze. "I'm so happy that Matthew found you again. Take good care of him for me, okay? And come see me again soon so we can catch up."

Y/N nodded. "Thank you, and of course I will -- on both fronts."

She and Matt bade Sister Maggie goodbye and walked back to the front of the church so they could hail a cab back to Y/N's apartment.

As soon as they made it back, Y/N got her laptop from her bedroom and set it on her coffee table. "Ready?"

Matt nodded, although he looked somewhat nervous.

Y/N gave him a quick kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too, angel."

Matt moved out of frame while Y/N sat and started the Zoom meeting.

She smiled as her aunt appeared on the screen. "Hi Aunt Ruth." 

"Hi," Aunt Ruth replied. "How are you?"

"I'm good. How's your wrist doing? Did you wind up seeing the doctor for it?"

Aunt Ruth nodded. "Yes, it just wound up being a touch of tendonitis, so she told me to take it easy for a few days and prescribed some medication for it. I'll be fine soon though."

"That's good to hear."

"How was your week? Didn't you say you were exhibiting at a library conference? How did that go?"

"It was at a school, and yeah, actually…" Y/N looked over at Matt, who gave her an encouraging smile. "It went well. Really well, in fact, because I met someone -- well actually, it's more like I found someone. An… an old friend, someone I've missed terribly."

Aunt Ruth gasped softly. "You mean…"

Y/N turned towards Matt. "You want to join me?"

Matt took a deep breath and sat next to Y/N on the sofa, taking her hand in his.

Y/N gave Matt's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Aunt Ruth, this is Matthew Murdock, my best friend from while I was at St. Agnes. Matt, meet my Aunt Ruth."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Y/L/N," Matt said politely.

Aunt Ruth nodded. "It's nice to finally meet you too, Matthew."

"Matt and I ran into each other at that school I was exhibiting at on Wednesday," Y/N explained.

"Quite literally," Matt added with a chuckle. "Never been so happy to accidentally bump into someone though."

Y/N smiled over at Matt. "Me either."

Aunt Ruth nodded. "Well now, Matthew, I've heard a lot about you as a child from Y/N, but why don't you fill me in on the rest of it."

Matt cleared his throat and sat up a bit straighter. "Well, ma'am, you already know that I grew up at St. Agnes with Y/N, but after I left there I went to Columbia University, where I graduated with my Master's degree in law, then I opened my own law practice with my college roommate here in New York."

"Matt's handled some pretty high-profile cases over the years," Y/N added. "He and his partner helped take down a mob boss a few years ago, and he's gotten several people exonerated after they were falsely accused of some pretty serious crimes."

Matt nodded. "My partner and I believe in helping the innocent rather than taking cases from whichever client has the most money -- although we do also take on cases that will pay the bills, of course."

"Hmm." Aunt Ruth looked impressed. "So Y/N said you ran into each other at that school event? Do you have a child who's a student there?"

Real subtle, Aunt Ruth, Y/N thought.

Matt just smiled and shook his head. "No, ma'am, I actually don't have any children. I had been invited there to give a speech to the students on not letting their visual impairments define who they are and to show them that they could do anything they want to do and be whoever they want to be as long as they work hard and put their minds to it."

Y/N gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "That was a beautiful speech, by the way."

Matt shot her a smile. "Thanks. Anyway, when I read Y/N's name in the list of exhibitors I knew I had to go talk to her, and in my haste I accidentally bumped into her." 

Y/N let out a light laugh. "I still maintain that I bumped into you, but the point is that we talked for a minute but since the exhibits were about to open we decided to have dinner together so we could catch up."

She took a deep breath. "We had a nice, long talk, part of which was about how we had felt about each other as kids and the fact that even though we had both grown as people and had had other relationships over the years our feelings for each other never went away." 

Matt squeezed her hand encouragingly.

Y/N smiled up at him. "So needless to say we've decided to see where this goes."

Aunt Ruth nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Well then, I can safely presume that you'll be accompanying Y/N when she visits me next month, correct, Matthew? I'd like to get to know the man who has had my niece's heart all these years."

Matt nodded, relief visible on his face. "Yes, ma'am. I can definitely do that."

"Good. Now, I have to run -- I've got my pokeno group in an hour and I still need to make something to bring -- but I'll see you both soon."

"Have a good time, Aunt Ruth," Y/N said. "Love you."

"Love you too, dear. Matthew, looking forward to meeting you in person."

"You too," Matt replied.

"Bye now."

"Bye." Y/N ended the call and turned to Matt. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Matt shook his head. "Actually, it went way better than I expected."

He gave her a kiss. "So when exactly are we going? I'll let Foggy know that I'll be out of town."

"Labor Day weekend. I was going to fly out the Friday afternoon before and come back on Labor Day. Would that work for you?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I don't have court scheduled for that week and the office is closed on the holiday."

"Okay. I haven't booked my flight yet, so we can just book together now if you want."

"Yeah, that sounds fine. Do I need to get a hotel or anything?"

"No, Aunt Ruth has a guest room. Any airline preferences or whatever?"

Matt shook his head. "Whatever you choose is fine with me."

"Okay." Y/N's phone buzzed with an incoming text. "Oh, wait a second."

She picked it up. "Aww." 

Matt tilted his head curiously. "What is it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Aunt Ruth. She said, 'I've hated seeing you so heartbroken all these years and have been praying for you to find peace. I'm glad you found Matthew again -- I'm looking forward to meeting him properly'." 

"Well that's nice of her."

Y/N huffed out a laugh as her phone chimed again. "Yeah but now she says, 'Also I can't wait to rub the fact that you're dating a handsome, successful attorney in Marisol Vaughn's face at Pokeno later. Might finally shut her up about the fact that her daughter's husband is a dentist.'."

Matt's face turned pink. "Ah. I see."

"Fair warning, we're going for her birthday, so don't be surprised if she winds up having a birthday dinner of some sort just so she can show you off."

Matt grinned. "That's fine. I can handle meeting your aunt's friends if it means I have her approval."

Y/N did a quick search for flights out of New York and pulled up the ones for Labor Day weekend. "Okay, here's one that leaves JFK at 4:30 Friday afternoon and arrives in Miami around 7:45…"

Matt nodded. "That's fine."

"For our return flight… afternoon okay? Leave at 11:30, back around 2:45? Or did you want to take a later flight?"

"No, morning is fine."

"Okay, one second…"

Y/N got their flights booked then shut her laptop. "Alright, that's all set."

She smiled. "Now I just need to meet Foggy and Karen and then all of the important introductions will be complete." 

Matt gave her a soft kiss. "They're excited to meet you."

"I'm excited to meet them too."

Matt stretched. "I've got some stuff I need to do before court tomorrow, so I should probably head out, but I'll call you later?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, okay."

She stood and walked Matt over to the door. "Hey, if you happen to go out as Daredevil tonight… Be careful, okay?"

Matt nodded and gave her a soft kiss. "I will, I promise. Love you."

"Love you too."

Y/N let Matt out and locked the door behind him, then went to change out of her church clothes and into something more comfortable before settling into bed for a nap, already missing the feel of Matt's arms around her.

[tomatoswup]

hello! your writing is super good and im glad your requests are open!! it's not a suggestion including an oc, but im using my trisona as a reference.. what about vash's relationship with a person who doesn't want to have a romantic relationship, but still ended up falling for him? i have a hc that he's like this too, but imagine both wanted to have something else and being scared to hurt each other :(

hehehe hello anon~ and thank u for serving this beautiful piece of ANGST😈,,,you gave it to the wrong fiend hehehe jk its in the right hands :D I kinda wrote this with the thought that between this person and vash that it isn’t just based on really the original thought of love (affection, physical touch,etc) but more based on the thought of a more emotional love? SORRY IF I MADE IT TOO ANGSTY ITS JUST IN MY BLOOD TO MAKE THINGS A TAD BIT SADDER😭😭

Vash totally respect that this person isnt trying finding any romantic involvement.

Even if he likes them the same way and thinks the same about not wanting a relationship, he would try his best to protect them.

Because he cares about them.

Just maybe this connection between them doesnt have to be a romantic one, but a more emotionally/platonic based one.

Vash's relationship with this person would be very...particular. In some senses, it could be seen as a mutual partnership in the eyes of others, but to both Vash and this individual it would be more than that. And maybe that doesn't have to have a label or name to it.

Even if both didn’t want to pursue a romantic relationship but they still fell in-love with each-other, they would try their best to support eachother, more if they both share feelings about one another. You could look at it more at a emotional intimacy stance than a physical one.

They’d be by Vash more in his times of need whenever he’s in moralistic dilemmas, if those nightmares of his got the better of him, or if those depressive thoughts made their rounds.

And maybe because of who Vash is, as both individual who wouldn't want anyone he cares about hurt and his life as the Humanoid Typhoon, that he would try to push them away as much as he can.

But they can't necessarily let him go, can they?

Of course, dealing with feelings they never expected to have about the blonde himself would be nerve wrecking at first. But I feel like the more they come to realize those feelings, this person would find their own way to deal with them, or at least find another way to express them, just not in a romantic sense.

Probably by supporting him emotionally instead of physically really.

But perhaps it's fate or luck, or maybe it's something not made for this reality, but maybe for another. The fear would always be there, as long as Vash is on the run.

In a different prospective, Vash would still love to spend his eternities with this person, if it were all different, even as friends, lovers, or a platonic other.

There isn't much they can do, but understand, trust and survive with each other in the Wild Wild West, even if it means having to sacrifice the thought of being something more.

Life is hard no doubt, and the both of them understand it, but there was too much going on for the pair to work. Like I said,

Perhaps in another world everything could work out, and where not everything could be so complicated.

[themistressdomme]

oh hey you 🤭🥰 my weekend off was lovely thank you!! i rested a little bit, i’m off this weekend too and i’m going to be drinking both days so we’ll see how that goes 🫣 how was your weekend?

you think i would give in first??? oh mistress, you’re so incorrect 😉 you think a few little neck kisses and light touches are going to make me crumble?? let’s see how you hold up when i don’t make a sound… even if you pulled lightly at my hair, i’d just roll my eyes or even giggle a little at your attempts to distract me. i have a feeling you would give in first… i’m sure i could make that happen 👀

i like to think i have a wild imagination… i can’t help it, it runs wild when i’m being a slut 😉🤭

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Oh, my little bouquet, back and feeling a little bratty, hm? Your faux innocence makes me cackle.

Oh, sweet thing, I do love a challenge. You think I'm going to give in because you won't make your pretty little noises for me, hm? Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. I'll start doubling and tripling my efforts at teasing you, and I will be relentless until you finally give in and make a cute little peep.

Try rolling your eyes at me, sweet thing, see where that gets you 😈 There's nothing I enjoy more than putting a pretty brat right back in place.

Ah yes, the wild imagination of a perfect little slut, hm? I'd love to pick your brain about that

Drinking both days?! That sounds lovely, sweet 🥰 Make sure you drink lots of water too, especially before bed, to avoid hangovers and feeling icky! I had a good weekend too, thank you doll. A little bit of work, a lot of relaxing xx

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[thegreatobsesso]

Happy STS!

I'm having a tired brain day and failing at coming up with a good question, so just give me something you wrote recently. A few lines you think I'd get a kick out of, a few lines you got a kick out of, whatever. Share something tasty with me 💜

I love you! You've left me some amazing comments about Riley/Nauxial so here's an intensely spoilery, extremely tasty bit at comes at the very end of book one. 😈 It's more than a couple of lines but I kinda want you to know this happens. The context is that Nauxie has just finally gotten his wish and taken the body of someone close to Riley, with her help. So he's alive and outside her head for the first time in the story!

Riley POV

“You’re so quiet,” he said, looking into her eyes fondly. He reached up, caressed her face. “I’m no longer privy to your inner workings and I miss it already. Tell me what you’re thinking.” 

He spoke to her like a pet. He always had. She had no desire to share her thoughts for his amusement, so she reached behind his head and pulled his lips to hers. 

It surprised him; that was good. It only took him a moment to recover himself, and when he did he gripped her tighter. She opened her mouth and pulled him closer; let her magic out and sent it around him. He felt it as he slipped his tongue against hers. It drew a ragged breath from deep in his - Mark's - lungs. She moaned softly into his mouth before he could start to think. 

An echo of him was still inside her. She could still feel it. Just a single thread, ready to snap. His burning blood; his relentless hunger. 

His magic. 

She’d spent enough time hunched over Petri dishes the last few years to know what Extraction felt like, and had enough practice in shifting fields to know she could reach it on her own. She could probably only sustain it for a few seconds, but a few seconds was all she’d need. 

She clamped down and pulled. 

And when he jerked back, his lust already doused by the shock, it was too late. She was all through every cell in his body. He’d let her in, just like she did him, all those years ago. 

“You can’t,” he gritted out, even as his skin shriveled and greyed before her. “You need me.” 

“I need your power,” she said, setting the spell loose and tearing it out. 

It ripped through her, changing her into something like the monster he’d been - powers she’d never known and could never have imagined, running through her veins, shorting out her cells, overcoming her body. Her muscles threatened to burst with the strain. 

Maybe it felt like this for Callie; maybe just a little bit like this, with Peter’s solitary power. Nauxial had them all and more. 

He drained out of Mark’s eyes and the body that held him crumpled to the ground. 

In that sliver of a moment where his soul - or whatever it was that made a person alive - was suspended between life and death, she turned back to her own power, now buried underneath a teeming mass of stolen ones. She found his dying spirit, took hold, and flung it far beyond the in-between place where he might be able to reach her, into whatever lied beyond, into what she hoped was absolutely nothing or worse. 

The work wasn’t over; every power he’d ever gained was burning in her body, churning like a wild sea. She bent over, breathed, and directed it. She saw where it fit and led it to intertwine where it belonged; she drew in deep breaths and changed. 

An unnatural amalgamation. A monstrous mess. Everything he’d been, inside her now. Twisted. Violent. Wrong. 

When it was done, the air smelled different. The world around her looked small and malleable. If she raised her arms and let herself go she could reshape the earth, or break it beyond recognition. She was the monster now. 

That was for Mark, she thought, as her synapses fizzled and Nauxial’s mangled magic settled into her bones. It was made of pure spite; it tasted sweet, like revenge. 

She breathed in the new world and wondered, distantly, if it would be the last human thing she’d ever feel. 

[cbeargyu]

who are you??!! and what are you doing to me????? you bring the beast out of me. all your fics felt so real… and you latest revenge fic? Goshhhhhhh that was raw and cruel. I love your writings so much. just here to praise you and your amazing works and that’s all. hehe looking forward to your next works xoxo

aww, you're making me blush🥹 honestly, i'm just a horny writer 👁️🫦👁️ but it makes me happy that my work somehow makes you feel something deeper. omg, the revenge fic came about thanks to an anon's request and a bit of my own failed romantic experience lol💀 and let my imagination run wild, giving the reader a chance to explore that revenge hehe😈

[zepskies]

Oh God, not Black Noir version! 🖤 😭😭

But lmao yeah for real, there were parts where I was like, "Oh, so he really is the worst version of himself here, even with her." Now I know it has a double meaning... 😏

And HOLY FUCKING SHIT - I was right?!?! And I picked up on some of those threads you mentioned omfgggggg. Wayne, you're a genius for real. You've outdone yourself on such a complex and wonderfully woven, full-circle plot twist! 😭😭

Oh yeah, I did pick up on the way those questions were oddly specific lmao. But now I'm thinking of how Ben must've felt seeing her again after coming out of cryo in Russia. He must've been so confused/happy, but also thinking "WTF" since she wouldn't "remember" him.

If you remember that S3 finale flashback in Chapter 3, he even asked her if she ever saw him during her adventures, and she said Woodstock lol (I can see him internally deflate at that answer back then 😂).

Oh my God, yes I do remember that!!! When I start rereading these chapters as you post them on Tumblr it's going to be so wild for me now that I've pieced the "mystery" together. 🤯🤯🤯 It's like when you find the big twist in the thriller novel, now you have to go back and reread the whole book to pinpoint all the other little clues you inherently felt were clues along the way. 🤩🤩

Alright, let's give diabolically street-smart Benjamin some credit here: He probably broke his brain trying to figure it all out (because I sure as hell did 🤣), but he could've, A, been super pissed about it and killed her instantly (which fair enough lmao), or B, decided to tell her what happened (which would've disrupted the loop upon closer inspection), so only C remained – recreate the circumstances 🤷‍♀️

lmfaooo ok, so the biggest clue for me in chapter 1 was honestly the way he grabbed her and touched her against her will. I was so fucking mad at him -- like he's already pushing her buttons so much, does he really need to get grabby too?

So now it even puts that aspect of the scene into further perspective - the way he went full in knowing "this was the day"!

Zeppelin shirt? check.

Birthday? check.

SB: 😈😈😈

When she gets back, I can only IMAGINE how fucking cocky and insufferable he's going to be about the whole thing. 🙄

And it totally makes sense that you get a lot of these hints during a second read! I felt the same way about If I Stay! All these other things suddenly started to pop up and by rereading certain parts I became super sus of Benny 😂👏 (And I figured out where the age confusion with Dean for some might have come in – it wasn't your characterization of Dean but I think Sam x Eileen makes one automatically imagine he's older, maybe?? 💡🤯)

You know what, yeah, I have had this thought in hindsight so I'm glad you bring this up. I'm wishing that I had outright said Dean's age! (It will be mentioned in the epilogue.) I sometimes avoid it for AUs because people tend to imagine Dean how they prefer to imagine him age-wise, but for If I Stay, people understanding that Dean and reader being in their early 20s to start with really does matter for their characterization and the overall story. It does make sense that people would associate Dean in his 40s with Sam x Eileen. 😅

Long story (somwhat) short, time travel is fucking complicated to write about, time loops are even more complex because you have to keep track of everything and think ahead so much, and I think I might have broken my poor brain with this one 😂😂🙈

Girl you achieved something truly impressive from the onset. Time travel plot lines run the risk of becoming so convoluted (re: Avengers: Endgame), and you've navigated it seamlessly. 🤩👏🏽🫶🏽

The clues were subtle enough that certain things struck a bell inside me when I was reading the first time around on chapters 1-4, but it didn't truly sink in until I read chapter 1 the second time. 💛

Thank you!! I really wanted to give him someone he didn't have to lose again (🥲), and that worked out perfectly with her abilities and existing theories regarding this. Interstellar did a great job at showing it when MC drops into that wormhole library/visits other planets. So travelling a lot would make her age slower, and she did a lot of that before her PTSD lol

Omg yeah! Such a great point about Interstellar. I love learning the little inspirations behind key plot points like that. 💛 And Ben being paired with someone he doesn't have to lose is definitely a thing I considered too on BMD. I had to bend science to my will on that one, but I found a "fix" for that with SB/Ben x reader that actually came from my love of Smallville! 😆❤️💙

She reminds me a lot of Supernatural "Simon Said" Andy in that regard – just happy in a van with a bong lmao.

lmfaooo YES, I totally got that vibe when she said she was more like a hedonist than the other power-hungry supes out there. 😂😂

Aww, thank you so much, Alex! Truly!!! Your comments always make me so happy and I just love chatting with you and exchanging wild theories 🥹🩵

Aww you're so welcome, friend! You deserve every bit of it and more. I admire your writing a lot -- clearly one of the ways being your ability to write such intricate and well plotted out storylines that suck you in from the very beginning. 💛

I haven't read any 1940s Ben fics on purpose yet till I got my own HCs out of my system as not to get confused or influenced by someone else's if that makes sense 😅 But I plan to dive into Lee's 1940s version of Ben after tackling TACOM (and BDM btw – I wanna read those two next 😏) because I know she has one too 😍

Ooh yeah I don't blame you! Don't want to accidentally copy someone just because the idea is rattling around in your head. I also have Lee's You Call It Madness on my list. TACOM is such a fun ride too. That's actually the first fic I read of hers! The reader being a supe that can control plants definitely reminded me of Sky High. 💚

Omg I really think (hope) you'll like BMD! 💚💚 Their journey was my first real exploration of Soldier Boy and how to redeem the character, and like TAT, it also has that Beauty & the Beast vibe lol. It's also enemies to lovers, grumpy/sunshine feel, with a dash of kidnapping and childhood trauma thrown into the mix. 😅

(Plus, there's a little easter egg for you in Part 7 from one of your hilarious Brazilian wax comments on Part 1. 😜)

(And I was never too big on the Marvel franchise, but I'm more a Tony/Peter Parker/Deadpool girl than a Bucky/Steve/Logan girl I guess 😂)

I don't blame you lol. I fell off it myself after the last Avengers movie's truly shit ending, but the first couple waves of movies were so awesome to me in high school/college years. 😂

Anyway, once again love what you've done with TAT so far, and I'm so excited to dig into more very soon! 💛

Time After Time – Chapter 1

Summary: Unable to control your abilities, you’re stuck in the present with Billy Butcher, his team, and America’s first asshole. At this point, you’ve become Soldier Boy’s personal punching bag. But when an accident leaves you stranded in 1942, you run into a familiar face and suddenly rely on your future tormentor’s help as your only hope.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x supe!Reader

Warnings: 18+ for language, angst, Soldier Boy being an insufferable ass, reader is a supe with chronokinesis (time manipulation), post S3 alternate ending, enemies to lovers & slow burn, set partially in 1942

Word Count: 6.0k

Posted on Patreon March 1, 2025

A/N: Weeee, so excited to finally share the first part of this series with all of you! From mortal enemies to classic romance, crazy and angsty time travel theories, and a glimpse behind the green suit (in both ways), we're gonna have a lot of fun with this one 😉💕

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Chapter 1: Of All the Gin Joints...

“Move, or I’ll move you.”

Annoyed, you huffed a sigh and lifted your feet off the coffee table, shifting a few inches to the right, so Soldier Boy could pass by with a deep grumble. You rolled your eyes back slightly when he plopped down next to you on the worn, old couch in the office of the Flatiron Building.

“A ‘please’ wouldn’t hurt you every once in a while,” you muttered with a glare at the supe.

“Disagree,” he huffed.

When Butcher and his team tracked you down and recruited you almost a year ago, you surely hadn’t signed up to spend your days with a fossil from the past century. All they had wanted you to do was find the weapon that could destroy Homelander. That weapon turned out to be Soldier Boy.

And you had found him, freed the man from forty years of Russian torture without receiving so much as a ‘thank you,’ and helped the team take down Homelander, who was currently powerless and safely locked up in a CIA black site. Now, you were still here – as was Soldier Boy.

To your dismay, he wasn’t just the most powerful supe on the planet, especially after his own son’s steep fall from grace, but he was also the biggest motherfucking asshole that ever walked the earth.

Soldier Boy was obnoxious, loud, rude, sexist, racist, lazy, arrogant, selfish, cruel, deceitful, complacent, vindictive, inconsiderate, paranoid, ruthless and unsympathetic. Honestly, you’d need a whole dictionary just to get through every single character trait you hated about that man.

This morning he’d been particularly belligerent as soon as he had set foot inside the office and Hughie bumped into him, causing Soldier Boy to spill his iced latte. To be fair, the guy had just been standing in the doorway like a moron for a full three minutes – he’d stared at you the whole time, probably thinking of new ways to torture you.

Today marked your 30th birthday of all things, so it was only natural your over six-feet playground tormentor would be present for the occasion.

“Led Zeppelin, huh?” he noted with an arched brow, eyeing your choice of outfit. You mostly wore band shirts from tours you’d been to from your time traveling adventures.

“Yeah, I got it for my twenty-fifth birthday. I went to Zeppelin’s first tour in 1969. Only wear it on special occasions,” you told him with a smile.

In some rare moments, it was actually possible to have a normal fucking conversation with him. You hoped it was one of those. Aside from his grumpiness in the morning, maybe he’d decided to give you a break on your birthday.

“Oh, yeah, right…” He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Happy fucking birthday, I guess.”

“That is so sweet of you, thank you,” you replied wryly.

He knew what you were doing. His smile rose – and then morphed into a provocative smirk. “So, thirty, huh? How’s that feminist bullshit working out for your biological clock, sweetheart?”

“Don’t kill him,” Annie reminded you of the office mantra with calm in her voice as she sat behind you at her desk, causing Soldier Boy to snort a laugh.

“Isn’t it time for your nap, gramps? You’re sundowning,” you retorted instead with a teasing smile.

You took his taunts lightheartedly. After all, you didn’t think you’d have to worry in that department – much like him. For some reason, you didn’t age… a lot. At least, it was slower than the average supe and human. You figured it might have to do with dropping in and out of wormholes. You had aged just fine as a kid but it progressively began to slow around your sixteenth birthday – the first time you’d traveled through time and jumped to Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged show in New York of December 1993.

You remembered your parents had been fighting behind the broken and yellowing partition slider of a trailer you had called your home. You’d lain on the pull-out bed with your headphones on and a Walkmen, trying to drown out their screaming. You listened to that record and wished you could be there – and then you were.

You’d found your ruby slippers.

To this day, you still got ID’ed at every bar, club, and liquor store alike. Soldier Boy had never been carded. He’d once claimed it was because he was famous, to which you’d almost spat out your drink and told him the wrinkles didn’t lie. Least to say, that little joke hadn’t flown well with the supe.

“You know, doll, if you ever need that tension to disappear from your shoulders, I’m right here.” Soldier Boy smirked cockily at you and spread his legs a little further apart. Not a day passed by when he didn’t hit on you either – or anything with tits, really. “Just say the word, and I fuck it right outta you. I do like ‘em older, you know, so I don’t give shit. But if you wanna get cracking on this baby thing, we better fuck on this couch right now.”

“Please don’t,” Hughie pleaded in a high-pitched sigh, glued in his spot next to Annie.

“No, thanks,” you scoffed and scrunched your nose in disgust. “You’re a fucking pig.”

“Hey, c’mon, I know you want to,” replied Soldier Boy without an ounce of self-reflection, his smirk only widening as his hand crawled up your thigh. “Bet you’ve been waiting for a big dick like mine, haven’t you?”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” You slapped his fingers away, huffing in frustration.

Not even your kindergarten bully had been this fucking annoying – and that kid threw a dodge ball at your face and broke your nose.

Fortunately, while your own powers were on the fritz, you still had some superhuman strength. Sure, not as much as Soldier Boy, but if he shoved, you could at least push back enough for him to leave you alone.

For, like, five seconds.

Soldier Boy laughed loudly at your rejection. “I do like ‘em feisty,” he murmured with a sultry voice, invading your space even more as he shifted closer on the couch. Lion king on the prowl. “You know, you’d be less useless if you spread your legs every once in a while.”

Jumping up from your seat, you rounded the table to bring space between you and face him properly. It was always smarter when he was in your view at all times and you could watch his brazen hands with an eagle eye – the same hands that currently began to roll a blunt on the coffee table.

“Hey, if it weren’t for me, you’d still be frozen solid in a box in Russia,” you bit.

“Well, we’d like to think we would’ve found him eventually, love,” Butcher threw in from across the room, the sly grin on his face telling you he was enjoying the show.

“See?” Soldier Boy sneered complacently. “Fucking useless.”

“You’re fucking useless!” you yelled, anger surging through every inch of your body. “No one fucking likes you! You don’t have friends, you don’t have family, and everyone in this room fucking despises you – just like your old team!”

Slowly, he rose from his spot on the couch, nostrils flaring, his sheer height imposing as he towered over you like the Empire State. A part of you was glad there was still a piece of furniture between you – even though that wouldn’t stop him in the slightest.

“You take that fucking back,” he snarled, one hand balling into a fist by his side while the other pointed a warning finger at you.

However, you stood your ground, crossing your arms in front of your chest, a challenging look in your eyes but a subtle swallow in your throat. “No,” you said defiantly and bristled. “I’ll drop you into the fucking Jurassic era where you belong, fossil. Watch you become a T-Rex’s fucking chew toy.”

Soldier Boy’s grin boldly widened, green eyes shimmering daringly. “Do. It.”

“Oy, simmer down, kids,” Butcher assuaged but didn’t even bother to glance up from the newspaper in his hands. Instead, the Brit leaned back in his chair and threw his legs up on the desk, settling into a more comfortable position.

Soldier Boy threw him a dismissive look, annoyed at the interruption, before his attention turned back to you with a spiteful sneer. “You know, if I were you, I would’ve used those powers properly. I would’ve gone back and fucking killed baby Hitler or some shit.”

You scoffed a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, not surprising you would’ve killed a fucking baby,” you retorted dryly.

“See, this is why you’re a fucking failure,” he taunted and stepped closer, his face only inches away from yours now. You could feel his hot breath against your skin. “Those powers were clearly wasted on you, doll. Women are too fucking soft.”

You snorted, shaking your head. You didn’t even know why you still argued with that asshole. He’d never change. And you sure as hell couldn’t say shit like:

What d’you know? You’ve never seen a war zone from the inside, you fucking bigoted coward. 

“I’m not soft,” you insisted instead, narrowing your eyes to a glare.

“Prove it.”

“I wouldn’t hesitate to go back in time and fucking kill you!”

At this point, you wouldn’t. You really wouldn’t fucking mind at all.

However, Soldier Boy only laughed in your face like you were the bug about to hit his shield. “Oh, you can certainly try, sweetheart. But you can’t, can ya? ‘Cause you’re fucking broken. Like I said, useless,” he reiterated harshly, his sneer widening when his hand reached out and clasped your chin between his fingers. “Don’t worry. I’ll find some good use for you. Especially for that mouth.”

Furiously, you thwarted his advances once more. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”

“Yo, Soldier Boy, c’mon! Leave her alone now,” MM warned, finally getting fed up too. He usually avoided the supe to the best of his abilities, only snapping every once in a while when the asshole took it too far.

This time, MM only got involved because Hughie kept sending him frantic looks of panic during your heated exchange, probably worried you’d antagonize the supe so much he’d detonate the whole building.

“Mind your own fucking business, punk,” Soldier Boy dismissed the intervention, his venomous eyes still fixed on you.

The anger was storming through your body and closing your throat with a tight chokehold. You could barely breathe as your chest heaved and your ears rang. It was always worse when you got angry. Unfortunately for you, Soldier Boy had a way of pushing your buttons and setting off your triggers.

Your superpowers had the ability to control and bend time – or at least they used to. You had mostly used it to stop the clock and get an extension on your homework deadlines. But technically, you could also travel through time.

Once you had found out how that worked, well, you quickly became addicted. You went to concerts of bands that didn’t tour anymore, you’d shamelessly make money on Wall Street and placed bets on football games, and sometimes, you even ate dessert twice.

It was all about the little things.

But that all stopped when you accidentally cast yourself into the Middle Ages and almost got burned at the stake for witchcraft. For some reason, your powers wouldn’t work until the last second – you figured extreme distress had been a factor.

When you closed your eyes at night, you could still feel the scorching heat underneath your bare soles and smell the smoke reaching your nose and lungs.

Afterward, you didn’t want to use your powers any longer – not that you could. PTSD was a real bitch sometimes.

You had lived quietly and alone in a cabin near Montréal for years. After your parents found out they couldn’t make money off of you, they kicked you to the curb. And when you knocked on Vought’s doors, asking for help, they told you not to use your abilities – before they tried to kill you. That was the moment you’d realized you might be more powerful than you’d initially surmised. Until then, you had only used your powers for your pleasure and the occasional personal gain.

So, maybe, Soldier Boy was right when he said you had never used your gift wisely.

After your flight from Vought, you lived under a fake name and took up online college classes in physics and history to understand your abilities better and avoid grave mistakes.

And boy, time travel was a fucking bitch.

Years of study could be summarized to this, however: If you even so much so as killed the wrong fly in 1783, the whole world could go extinct.

Or in Vought’s terms: If you accidentally fucked up history, it might fuck with their business and money.

That was the reason why they had been trying to get rid of you for the longest time – until Butcher showed up on your doorstep. You had no idea how the Brit could’ve found you or even known about your powers in the first place. After your escape, Vought had kept your existence quiet. They knew if the wrong people found you, it would end direly for them.

Wrong people like William Butcher.

At first, he wanted you to go back in time and, in his words, “kill the chubby, little cape cunt.” Needless to say, you had declined. Even if Homelander was the worst creature to ever walk this earth, excluding his sperm donor, you wouldn’t kill a baby. You wouldn’t kill anything or anyone, really.

If anything, you could be classified as a bit of hedonist – or “a fucking hippie,” as Soldier Boy once had put it. Which, granted, was probably a trait you both shared. Although, Soldier Boy took the whole fucking cake and ate it, too. At least all you ever did was steal a tiny slice every once in a while.

In the end, you had never asked for these powers. You were just trying to make the best out of a bad situation.

But when Butcher then asked you if you could at least “hop back” to retrieve the weapon that had neutralized Soldier Boy in 1984, you finally told him you were essentially useless.

A part of you wanted to help, though. While you had closed yourself off from the rest of the world, you had still followed the news. You knew it had gotten bad out there. You could see Homelander spinning out of control and threatening to burn the world. You knew soon enough your house would burn, too.

You knew the monster needed to be stopped.

So, you offered Billy Butcher the only thing you could – a glimpse into the past, so he could find the weapon in the present.

And you did. You saw how Soldier Boy’s own team had despised him so much they handed him off to the Russians during an ambush in Nicaragua – but they hadn’t killed him.

The diabolical smirk on Butcher’s face had scared you. You knew he’d realized in that moment that you could be valuable after all. So, naturally, he threatened to give up your location to Vought if you didn’t join his team.

And well, here you were.

You’d traveled to Russia, you’d freed Soldier Boy, and you’d defeated Homelander. But even after the job was done, you stuck around.

Hughie, Annie, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, and even Butcher – they had all sort of become your friends. And they protected you, even though Vought had sworn they were done hunting you. No one trusted Stan Edgar, and you knew he would probably still rather have you buried six-feet-deep if he ever got the chance.

So it was nice to know the whole team stood behind you. Well, all but one.

Part of the deal with Edgar had been a request to keep Soldier Boy away from Vought’s business. The guy was smart enough to know he wanted nothing to do with the ticking time bomb, either.

“And what are we supposed to do with that wanker, huh?” Butcher had asked as all of you stood in a very breezy office at Vought Tower – which had still been under heavy construction after the fallout.

“Let him play hero, keep an eye on him, and I’m sure we’ll have no issues, Mr. Butcher.” Edgar had smiled cunningly, his eyes flickering to you. 

Afterward, you had decided to pack up like Maeve and finally live your life. You’d even applied as a physics professor at a small college. But then Soldier Boy made his own request: Either you’d stay, or he’d walk. And if he had walked, your deal with Edgar would’ve fallen through.

Soldier Boy was a bully. In fact, he could teach master classes in it. You didn’t think there was one good bone in his body. So far, you could count the times the guy had actually been nice to you on one hand – two fingers to be exact.

The first time had been the very first night you’d spent together in that rundown motel after he’d killed Crimson Countess. You took over the nightshift of babysitting while Hughie and Butcher took a snooze in the adjoining room. That night, Soldier Boy had shown you a glimpse of a human being.

“Well, currently, there are two working theories on time travel: The closed loop theory and the alternate timelines theory,” you’d explained after he had asked you how actual time travel worked. Most people gave up after a minute, but he had still been in it after five.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Well, lemme see…” Musingly, you had pursed your lips and thought for a moment. “Terminator came out in ‘83, right? You’ve seen it?”

His lips had slowly risen to a smile. “Yeah… Actually one of the last fucking movies I watched before the fucking Reds got me.”

“Right.” You’d nodded. “Still remember what happened?”

He’d scoffed and rolled his eyes a little. “I’m not that old…”

“Well, it’s been forty years since you’ve seen it…”

“Schwarzenegger comes from the future to kill that blonde chick,” he’d summarized with a cocky smirk that should’ve proven to you he wasn’t demented.

“Yeah, remember the soldier who came back to save her, too?”

“Oh. Yeah, that guy…” His nose had scrunched slightly. Of course he’d be rooting for the killing machine. “What about that fucking wimp?”

“The Terminator was supposed to kill Sarah because her yet-unborn son would defeat the robots in the future, but the soldier who came back to save her is actually the baby’s father.” There had been no way you could’ve explained it any simpler than that. “So, the Terminator actually created the circumstance, which made him go back in the first place. That’s a closed loop. Does that make sense?”

He’d nodded slowly, his brow creasing heavily in concentration. “Yeah, I think it fucking does…”

For hours, he’d asked you questions about your powers, and when he was through all of that, he even asked you about your life, what you did for work, and how you ended up here. And you’d figured he was trying to schmooze up to you to use you for his gain – or maybe he’d just been coming down from all the drugs he’d taken that day.

Either way, after what you’d seen the Russians do to him, you could understand why someone like him might want to turn back time and get a redo. The unpleasant images, the inhumane torture he’d endured, actually caused you to have sympathy for the supe.

For a second.

When you’d tried bringing it up and be his friend, he had quickly shot you down. He’d been an even bigger dick since then, as if the sheer thought of someone seeing his weaknesses scared him.

Yes, a little, gray mouse like you apparently fucking terrified the biggest and strongest elephant in this world.

Honestly, you didn’t know why the supe had insisted on your presence. Maybe he just needed the perfect victim to antagonize as he passed the time. Sometimes, you did feel like the new Black Noir of Payback.

There’d only been one other incident where he’d shown something remotely resembling kindness:

He’d complimented you.

A real, sweet compliment – and he’d actually meant it – and he hadn’t hit on you in the same breath.

One night, a few weeks ago, Annie and Frenchie had dragged everyone of you to a karaoke bar to “decompress.” Even Soldier Boy tagged along and seemed in somewhat good spirits all night – there’d been no heinous taunting, only the usual flirtatious teasing.

One of those flirtatious attempts had been a dare for you to sing.

“Oh, c’mon! One song,” he’d begged and shifted closer to you on the small leather sofa in the corner of the bar. “How about something from the fucking 80s? Like Cyndi Lauper! I’m sure you’d like that, huh?”

“What, you want me to sing ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’? Really? You?” You’d arched a brow at him.

He’d chuckled, and it’d been a sweet sound instead of a mocking one. “Hey, look, I’m all about the girls having some fucking fun,” he’d said coolly before a lick of his lips turned him a bit more serious, mysterious even. “How about something a little slower… Time After Time!” He’d grinned proudly and raised his expensive whiskey glass to your cheap beer. “That’s fucking perfect for you!”

And then you actually went on stage and sung. You weren’t a bad singer, either, but you were by far no Mariah. However, you could see Soldier Boy watching you intently the whole time with that strange look he sometimes carried whenever he was staring at you – something he did quite often.

In fact, he’d stared at you pretty intensely when he’d first walked out of his cryo-chamber, too. It gave you the creeps the same way that naked homeless man had once done in a subway after 1 AM. And then, he had fucking detonated, which had freaked you out so much you’d accidentally disappeared back to New York with a five minute time difference forward – the only time you’d actually managed to travel into the future.

But after your performance, Soldier Boy had passed you on your way down from the stage and intercepted you by placing a tentative hand on your arm.

“You have a really beautiful voice,” he’d said and even gifted you a small but genuine smile.

“Thank you.”

Sweetly, you’d even mirrored his smile after no other insults or advances followed. You’d been practically baffled. As you had glanced at him more carefully, though, you’d noticed something gleaming in his eyes, almost melancholic. You’d supposed after 104 years, he had probably been experiencing a ton of déjà vu.

“You okay there, gramps?” you’d checked with a bit of a teasing smile, and maybe that’d been your mistake.

“‘M fucking fine,” he’d huffed. He’d suddenly turned cold again, the hard lines on his freckled face crestfallen. He’d spun around, marched out of the bar, and ditched you there on the spot. 

So, that was what you had done for the past few months – babysit Soldier Boy and keep the bomb from exploding. Which brought you back to this exact moment:

“What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Seriously!” you snapped, feeling the fury overtaking you. “What the fuck happened in your life to turn you into such a miserable, toxic, overbearing, narcissistic, insufferable piece of shit?!”

“Insufferable?” He scoffed as if your words didn’t affect him, but you could see it was starting to get to him. “You’re the one who’s fucking insufferable, doll. Probably because you haven’t been fucked in a while by a real man.”

Exasperatedly, you gripped your temples. “Oh, it all trickles down to that, doesn’t it?” you deadpanned. “You sound like a fucking broken record, gramps!”

“Oh, you wanna fucking jump on me badly right now, don’t you?” he gritted through his pearly-white teeth, a challenging smirk playing on his plush lips as he leaned closer, his face only inches away from yours now.

“Please, it’s not gonna fucking make me like you more. Your dick’s not a magic eraser,” you bit sharply, your voice low and poisonous. “God knows you fucked your last girlfriend for years, and she still fucking hated you.”

Growling, he bristled, his jaw ticking. Mentioning Crimson Countess always hit a nerve. You knew as much.

“You’re just a drug-addicted loser with daddy issues. Nothing more, nothing less,” you nonetheless continued bitterly. “No one likes you! And believe me, asshole, I fucking hate you!”

As you looked up at him, you could tell he was close to exploding. Kimiko even desperately tugged on your arm to drag you out of the blast zone – not that it would’ve mattered.

“Butcher…”

Hughie’s panicked voice and wide eyes reached the Brit, who finally got out of his chair and slammed the paper on the desk.

“Oy, you two! Fucking stop it!”

And somehow, that had miraculously seemed to work. Soldier Boy managed to snap out of his temper tantrum, his breathing steadying, his smirk reappearing.

His lips twitched as he dipped his head and whispered into your ear, “You’re not fucking worth it.”

His thick fingers trailed up your hips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you closer to his body. You tried to shove him away, but this time he used his full strength on you to keep you caged.

“Get off of me!”

“Butcher!”

“Oy! What did I fucking tell you lot?!”

Kimiko tried to pull you away harder, but that only made Soldier Boy chuckle more.

“I said stop it! Get the fuck off of me!” you yelled louder, and he finally let go with a cunning laugh.

“Alright, you’ve had your bloody fun, mate. Why don’t you take a bit of a time-out now, huh?” It was the most Butcher could do as far as an intervention went. Everyone in the room knew Soldier Boy couldn’t be stopped.

“Fine,” the supe relented with a roll of his green eyes, but then his gaze landed back on you.

You hated to admit that he had gotten to you, but it was hard to deny when your whole body was trembling and tears stung your eyes.

“Fucking Christ on a cross, are you actually gonna fucking cry now?” Soldier Boy snorted condescendingly.

“Fuck you. Leave me alone,” you snapped with what little strength you had left and wiped the burning tears out of your eyes.

“Exactly why I said you’re fucking useless. This is the problem with women. Can’t even take a goddamn joke,” he ranted. The more he got to you, the more pleasure he took out of it. You could see it by the vicious twinkle in his eyes. “You keep talking how everyone hates me, but what about you, huh? You’ve got fucking no one, too. Your own fucking parents didn’t want you, and I don’t see an army of men lining up to take care of you, either.”

“Shut up!”

“Wanna know why? ‘Cause you’re a broken, useless, stupid, weak–“

“Stop it!”

But he didn’t. You couldn’t even hear the words properly anymore as they strung together into one explosion of abuse. Your vision blurred, and the ringing in your ears only got stronger.

“C’mon, fucking show me what you can do! Prove to me you’re not fucking useless! Do it!”

“I said fucking stop it!” you screamed loudly till he fell silent.

And then, poof. You were gone.

Soldier Boy blinked at the suddenly empty space before him. Knitting his brow, he shrugged your disappearance off only a second later and plopped down on the couch with an exhaustive groan.

“Fucking finally… Took her long enough,” he commented dryly and stretched out on the small two-seater, sighing blissfully.

“This isn’t fucking funny,” Hughie threw in, the anxious expression on his face only causing Soldier Boy to roll his eyes once more.

“Relax, squirt, she’ll be back,” the supe quipped, snickering. “Probably.”

“Y/N’s got PTSD, okay? She can’t control it,” Hughie argued, placing his hands on his hips in upset, his gaze scolding. “You know, you’d think you of all people would be a little more sympathetic to that.”

Soldier Boy’s eyes glowered darkly. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have that shit. I told you.”

“You know, kid’s right,” Butcher chimed in, catching the ancient supe’s attention. “I’d be a little more worried if I were you.”

“Why? Not my fucking problem. And like I said, she’ll be fine,” he reiterated with a careless grumble.

“I’m sure you’re right, mate,” Butcher replied with a conniving smirk and a casualness that made the supe wary. “Let’s just hope our little Y/N doesn’t take your advice to heart about the proper use of her abilities. But if I were bloody you, I’d hope old-me watches me back.”

Soldier Boy snorted a laugh of amusement. “Oh, I’d like to see her try,” he replied arrogantly and stretched his spine with a yawn. “Well, anyways, I’m taking my fucking nap now. Just wake me when she gets back. I’m not fucking finished with her yet…”

Hughie and the others hurried around Butcher’s desk, their voices only whispers as not to disturb the grumpy supe, and the Brit knew by the worried looks on his team’s faces that he’d have to deal with this bloody problem now.

“Butcher, what are we gonna do?” Hughie asked, eyes still wide and kind heart surely beating a marathon on his sleeve.

“Yeah, how are we gonna get her back?” Annie agreed, calmer than her boyfriend, questioningly folding her arms and arching a brow.

“Mon dieu, what if she changes the timeline, Butcher? I don’t want to wake up speaking German,” Frenchie threw in.

“And I don’t want fucking slavery back,” MM added.

“Oy, calm down,” Butcher spoke with placating hands. “Y/N’s a smart girl. She knows more about this shite than anyone of you. I’m sure she’ll fucking figure it out.”

“What if she doesn’t, Butcher?” Annie pressed.

“Well, then, let’s hope worst she does is kill the snoring cunt over there.” Butcher smirked devilishly and gestured to Soldier Boy fast asleep on the couch as if he were hoping for that outcome. “God knows I’d be bloody fine with it.”

It took less than a second, a blink of an eye, but you felt it immediately, knew instantly what had happened as gravity itself stretched out its tentacles and wound them around your limbs, tearing and tugging until you ripped at the seams and atoms spilled out of you.

There was a stark drop in temperature – that was the first thing you’d noticed. Goosebumps formed within a beat on the bare skin of your arms, the biting cold making you not only shiver but fear for your life.

Please don’t be the Pleistocene... Death by saber-tooth? No, thank you.

But to your relief, you heard a strange, but familiar set of sounds around you – animated chatter, chiming bells and closing doors, and the occasional low rumble of a car. Your heart was pounding a furious and relentless rhythm in your ribcage as your eyes fluttered open and warily scanned your strange surroundings.

You’d landed on a street, your feet safely planted on a sidewalk. Glistening white snow covered the pavement in a thick veil, the sky a dull gray blanket above. Icicles hung from lampposts with patriotic banners flying in the chill, proclaiming messages to buy war bonds and save scrap metal.

Huh…

Powdered flakes swirled around you as a streetcar clattered past you on a cobbled street, the sound muffled by the snow. Storefronts and shops lined both sides of the road, shoppers bustling by you in coats, hats, and scarves. Your brow furrowed softly at the row of parked, snow-covered cars that looked a tad… old.

Oh no…

You had definitely traveled back a smidge, but luckily not as far as the Middle Ages again. Judging by the moderately busy street, you assumed you were at least still in New York City. A paperboy was shouting loudly further down, but you couldn’t understand him from the distance. The only word that was plastered everywhere was war.

World War I or World War II, maybe?

Wherever – or whenever – you were, you couldn’t get stuck here. Your short-lived fascination with your new environment was then quickly replaced by a rising panic in your throat.

You had to get home somehow.

Squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could, you tried to wish yourself back – unfortunately, you didn’t possess your pair of ruby slippers anymore that you could simply click. The more you tried and failed, the more anxious you became, and you knew a full-on panic attack was just waiting for you around the corner.

“Whoa! Hey, careful…”

With your hands on your knees, you bumped backwards into a man, your lungs constricting so much they barely let any air pass. You spun around, eyes wide and body trembling as a set of hands landed gently on your shoulders and waist for support.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

What little breath you had got caught in your throat as you stared into an all-too familiar set of outlandishly green eyes.

Soldier Boy.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

It was a reflex at this point to slap his hands away and keep them as far from your body as possible. Of course the guy couldn’t leave you alone in any era.

Admittedly, he was hardly recognizable, though. While he was just as tall as his 21st century counterpart, he wasn’t as broad. Instead of the signature green outfit, he wore a long, black wool coat over a three-piece suit and a checkered flat cap. His hair was maybe an inch shorter, his beard replaced by a clean-shaven face. And while Soldier Boy surely didn’t look a 104, he didn’t look as young as the guy in front of you either. No furious lines from decades of anger management issues decorated his freckle-dusted face yet.

Maybe your reaction was ill-advised, considering the power he wielded. You figured any past version of the supe was even more ruthless than the current one you’d gotten to know. Moreover, you didn’t have the advantage of being spared because you had saved him from an ice box.

To your surprise, however, there was no detection of malice or offense on his features. To the contrary, he seemed strangely taken aback by your aggressive response, his hands swiftly shooting back as if your very skin was made out of scorching coals. They raised in surrender.

Surrender. 

Well, that was new. He had never, ever, ever done that before. Did you land in some alternate timeline where Soldier Boy was a nice guy?

“I-I’m so sorry, miss. Please forgive me… I was just checking if you were okay,” he stammered and forced a reassuring smile, his hands still held high in good faith.

“Just stay away from me. Leave me alone, okay?”

You backed farther away from him, your eyes desperately flickering around for an exit. Your voice jittered in sync with your body before you bolted down the street and sought shelter in a dark and quiet alley.

“Miss! Wait!” he called after you, his hands picking something up in the snow that you’d dropped during your flight. “You’ve lost your–”

His brow furrowed as he twisted the thin, rectangular device in his hand, his thumb wiping bits of melting snowflakes off the sleek, black glass. As he glanced more closely at it, it lit up brightly and vibrated in his hold. He startled at the unexpected tremble, almost dropping it into a pool of mud by his shoes. Fuddled, his gaze lifted down the busy street in search of you.

“What the hell…”

▶️ Chapter 2: Is This the 40s? – APRIL 4

I think his curiosity is piqued lol... What did you think of his 1942 version vs. the, uhm, less nice future dickbag? 👀

Coming Up:

Ready to fend him off, you were surprised to find his grip wasn’t strong by any means. It was barely a brush before he dropped his hand again and looked at you remorsefully.

“I’m sorry! I just-… Please let me help you,” he reiterated with imploring green eyes. “Look, you clearly seem lost. Just tell me where you live, and I can get you home safely, okay? C’mon, you can’t do this to me.” He tried to loosen you up with a charming smile and a puppy dog look. “If you leave like this, I’m going to be up all night, worrying you’ve died of hypothermia out here.”

And my God, he seemed sincere! No wonder he had gotten attention from women like a goddamn bunny in a petting zoo.

Musingly, you then chewed on your lower lip and assessed the man in front of you. The people who strolled by you threw you the occasional weird looks – you’d chosen a bad day to wear a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans.

Admittedly, you could use a little help here. Maybe if you were being careful with the timeline – and him – you could risk it.

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hell or high water - the rescues

We can make it out alive Under cover of the night No one here is safe Trees are burning ravens fly Smoke is filling up the sky We are running out of time

sooo because this is a song on the unknown one's playlist, i'm hesitant to explain too much about it since he's a mysterious RO due to.... plot reasons.

but the vibes are on point and the lyrics serve as a bit of a peek into TUO's past 👀

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Armitage Summer Splash is here!

The summer is almost here so let’s have some summery fun! 

And what can be better than stretching your creative muscle? @fizzyxcustard and yours truly have something especially for you:

ARMITAGE SUMMER SPLASH!

🌟 What is it about? Well, as they say, it’s all in the name… 😈 If you have seen at least one movie or series with Richard Armitage, we invite you for a month-long ride across the diverse landscape of the characters he portrayed. 

🌟 Everyone is welcome! It’s Richard Armitage appreciation time! It doesn’t matter if you’re a die-hard simp, a casual fan or if you just happen to like one of his characters – we'll be more than happy if you join us!

🌟 Let your imagination run wild! Wondering what could have happened if Thorin wore a mithril shirt in BOTFA? Pondering what John Thornton’s life could have looked like after marrying Miss Hale? Thinking that Lucas North deserved a happy ending? 

Now you have a chance to explore all those ideas (and more).

Throughout the month of June, we’ll be posting RA-related prompts every Sunday - starting tomorrow! There is going to be one prompt for each day. And each prompt will consist of three elements: a trope, a quote, and an image. You can pick one of them, two - or all three elements, whatever inspires you the most, and do your magic! Feel free to create works (ficlets, art, fics sketches, drabbles, moodboards and so on) for all 30 June prompts - or just pick the ones you like. It’s up to you!

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