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xkotaro16w · 2 years ago

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First of all love your work. It’s nice to see some good Leona fanfics. Anyway, may I request a scenario where Leona turns into an actual lion and just follows the reader all day and when they nap he straight up growls at anyone who tries to get the reader out of his arms or… paws. Or do the reverse if you want to! Either way is fine.

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗�� 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona turns into an actual lion and follows his GN!S/O everywhere. He becomes protective of his GN!S/O to everyone who tries to get his GN!S/O out of his paws and his side.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: 1ST OF ALL, IM GLAD U LIKE MY WORK (EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT MUCH) AKJFBAMFBAJFBAFJ ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ I-I’VE READ WHERE S/O TURNS IN2 A REAL LION(ESS) &... A FEW WEEKS AGO I SAW A FANART WHERE LEONA TURNS IN2 AN ACTUAL LION & I WANNA MAKE THIS SO BAD ALEHAKGJHSKGJHBSKJEGBSGKJSBG ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟♡ HYPE AF ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡ I HOPE U LIKE THIS EHEHE (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

Thanks to you who can nag Leona and convince him to go to his class and thanks to Ruggie who helps you. Even if you’re a herbivore, only you who can disturb his nap and get out alive and safely.

Unfortunately, another alchemy class accident occurs in his class, and Leona himself is involved. A student in his class brews a wrong potion and Leona is affected by the potion.

The whole class panics. Who wouldn’t panic if a student goes missing? Missing? Are you sure? They search for Leona, but then Rook notices his presence first, oh, how surprised Rook is to see Leona is not in his original form.

Leona has turned to an actual lion!

Now, Crewel is totally going to punish the whole class for this! The student who was brewing the potion slowly retreats from his position, tries to hide themselves from Leona so that Leona couldn’t kill them.

“Roi du lion? Thi-this is… BEAUTÉ! You look stunning even in your actual lion form!” No, Rook, please stop.

The lion growls at everyone and proceeds to go out from the class, his first thought and step is to search and follow the scent and presence of a certain person, you. His classmates try to catch him and run through the hallway; it looks like a zookeeper tries to catch a loose animal.

It looks hilarious, all the students passing through the hall stopped in their tracks just to witness the whole scene. The one who dared to chase after Leona the most is Rook. Even Rook himself couldn’t match Leona’s speed.

Your ears pick up several noises from behind you, it sounds very noisy. It catches your attention as well, you thereupon turn your head to your back only to see a lion running towards you, and… Rook along with a few students are chasing the lion.

“Wha-what-“ Before you could continue your sentence, the lion nudges his head to your legs.

All of you try to digest the scene, especially you and your friends who have no idea what's going on. Thankfully Rook takes the initiative to explain everything and there you go; you get the explanation.

The lion is Leona!

On this form, Leona couldn’t attend his classes and he doesn’t want to leave your side at all, when his classmates approach him to get him back, he growls and snarls at them. Oh, looks like Leona should come with you to class and wait for Crewel to brew a potion for him.

As you agree with Rook, you bring Leona to go with you to your class. Everyone stares at you, why do you bring a lion to a class? Trein is confused, S/O. Why? Oh! It’s Leona. OH?! Great.

During the entire lesson, the lion sits next to you, takes a nap, nudges its head to your hand, body, or legs. Basically, Leona tries to cast out all of the students who tries to… Snatch you away from him for an important school assignment?

Even when you friend tries to give you a pat on your shoulder, Leona almost bites your friend’s arm and they almost lose their arm. It’s absolutely safe if he’s with you yet it’s also troublesome due to his protective side.

When the afternoon comes, the lion bites your uniform and tries not to tear it, he gives you a signal or a code to follow him. To where? To Botanical Garden! To do what? Sleep!

Aww, he looks adorable whenever you brush his mane, scratch his ears, give him head pats, and the other affections! Not until a hyena beastman approaches the two of you to give a news that a potion for Leona is ready.

Quickly, Leona turns his head to Ruggie and growls deeply, it’s a warning for him not to disturb the sleeping time of the lion and lion’s mate, Leona’s tail sways rapidly, a sign to the hyena that the lion is annoyed by the sudden disturbance.

Now, how to tell you in this state? There’s a big lion who won’t leave your side for the rest of the day, but Ruggie’s announcement is also… Significant. Still, the only way to do is to scream or shout your name. It succeeds (offensively)! Well, you do wake up along with grumpy and angry lion beside you.

All in all, after Leona gets back to normal, he searches the perpetrator who did this to him. No, not along with Rook who teases him until they graduate, as well as how Rook tries to change Leona (by stealth) to go back to his actual lion form because of Rook’s own admiration for the stunning lion.

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

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h0tchner · 3 years ago

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Something More (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: Written as a request for the loml, Abby! (@heliotropehotch!) "Could I have a hotch x reader request thats got a love confession- maybe a hurt comfort scene where the reader is maybe torn up about something like self deprecation or some cop makes an off-handed compliment and he cups her cheeks and wipes the tears away? Pretty please 🥺"

word count: 3.2k

includes: love confessions! hurt/comfort, protective!hotch, mutual pining!!!, kissing, a little teaser of sexytimes, work tension, BAU!reader, crying and other emotions, rude af deputies, fluff soooo much fluff

rating: 18+ (cursing, crude nicknames, suggestive sexual mentions, and brief explicit sexual content at the very end)

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! I hope you love this one! If you want a smutty part two, let me know. PLS (!!!!!) interact if you liked this fic; rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

some pals tags: @arsonhotchner @laurensprentiss @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie

“It’s time to give the profile,” Hotch announces.

Six words. One sentence. Zero hesitation.

“Go and gather everybody in the bullpen,” he directs Spencer, who nods and quietly exits the conference room to collect your team and the rest of the Sherrif’s department of this small, Wisconsin town.

You stand on the opposite side of the table from your boss, looking at him expectantly. Hotch meets your gaze. His tongue darts out from between his lips as he glares at you from beneath thick lashes. You wait for your instructions, but the instructions don’t come. Rather, you both stand there in a staring contest, unmoving.

You can’t help but feel bare under his scrutiny, but this feeling is nothing new. Every time Hotch looks at you, it feels as if every fibre of your being is on fire. It’s been this way since the very first day you started with the BAU, and, over time, the flame has only burned brighter.

You and Hotch have grown close over the two years you’ve been with the team: closer than he’s been with any of his other agents, even Rossi. It all started with one long night spent together in his office, sharing cold Chinese food, scribbling away at mountains of paperwork. It was then, sitting across the desk from him, laughing at his incredulous reaction when he dropped some Lo Mein on an After-Action Report, that you knew: you were in deep. From then on, your Chinese food office “dates” became a regular occurrence. And then, those regular occurrences transformed into other regular occurrences; to name a few: rides on the jet, side by side, sharing soft glances and tired smiles after hard cases… holding hands to comfort each other when emotionally vulnerable… and even bringing you your favourite coffee on mornings that you’ve needed an extra boost. All these little moments of kindness and care are what made you fall in love with him. You would cross the line from coworkers to more in a heartbeat if you knew for certain that he felt the same way about you. But you refuse to take a risk on losing what you currently have with Hotch for the chance at something more.

The way that Hotch looks at you now, tall and commanding, feels very much like something more… it’s incredibly intimate. He’s effectively stripped away all the layers of protection you’ve built up to do your job with one pointed glance. What you don’t know is that he too feeling the same way, and is toeing a line between being your boss, being your friend, and being your “something more.”

Hotch breathes out hard through his nose. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His jaw ticks. He shifts on his feet.

“I want you to sit this one out,” he says.

“Hotch?” You question, puzzled. Nothing about this day has prepared you for him to say that. You start racking your brain, trying to figure out why he would give you such a ridiculous order. Did you piss him off somehow? Did you play-flirt with Morgan too much in the car? Overlook an important lead? Did he not like the coffee you made him this morning?

Looking over at him, you swear he almost looks conflicted… but it doesn’t last.

“This is not up for debate. Do you understand me? You’re sitting this one out.” He repeats, steadfast.

“I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” You ask more defensively this time, wishing he would give you more information. Something, anything besides the “SSA Aaron Hotchner” routine he was pulling on you now.

“I never said you did anything wrong.” Hotch moves forward a step, finally breaking eye contact, opting to gather files and loose papers into his arms.

“So, then what it is?” You cross your arms, stepping forwards as well, challenging him with your posture.

He doesn’t respond, nor does he look at you. Instead, he lumps more files into his arms before rounding the table, moving swiftly toward the door.

You have never, ever disobeyed one of his orders because his orders have always made sense… until now.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, your stubborn feet moving to stand between him and the exit before your logical brain can stop you.

He’s practically up against you, cornering you between his solid body and the old wooden door. His height dominates your shorter frame, and the heat coming off his body is positively criminal. Your heart flutters in your chest as he stares you down, calculating his next move.

“Out of my way, Agent Y/L/N.” He breathes out, tensing his jaw.

“Fine,” you stutter, “just tell me why and then I’ll let you go.” Your confidence wavers as you’re a little taken aback by his official use of your title and last name.

You’re hurt, confused… and he knows this. No matter how hard you’re putting on your tough-girl FBI face, Hotch can see right through it. He knows this order is unjustified, but he has his own reasons: reasons that he can’t get into. Not now.

Hotch lets his eyes dart to the side, past your head, not daring to look you in the eyes. He wills himself to be gentle.

“I can’t tell you, but I need you to trust me. Sit this one out.” He verbalizes, looking at you a little softer now. His face relaxes a little more into the Hotchner you’ve come to know: the one who calls his son every night to read a bedtime story, the one who grins every time you beat him in chess.

You two stand there a moment longer, your heart racing from the heat of the quarrel and your current proximity to your Unit Chief.

Hotch opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the door behind you stops him in his tracks. You step aside and he whips open the door; a very apologetic Spencer stands behind it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Spencer says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “but everyone is ready in the bullpen.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nods, stepping forward to leave, but you grab a hold of his arm.

“Hotch,” you begin, not entirely sure what you want to say.

“Later,” he answers, finishing the unspoken thought.

With that, he’s out the door and you’re left alone with only stale coffee and a bunch of disorganized files to keep you company.

You close the door behind them with a sigh, letting yourself rest against it again, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat. Three days on this case. Three days of hard work, interviews, and research just to get benched in the end zone. You wish that you didn’t love Hotch, because maybe if you didn’t, it would be easier to disobey him. Opening your eyes again, you scan the quiet room. Then, something in front of you catches your eye and you get an idea.

On the table rests one of the precinct’s phones. It is all too easy to use the conference feature to listen in on one of the other phone lines: specifically, one in the bullpen.

You grin and rush over to the device, feeling a little bit sheepish for not listening to Hotch, but you push the buttons anyway, and bring the receiver up to your ear.

At first, all you hear is the shuffling of papers and muffled voices. You take a seat, leaning back in your chair like the cat who caught the canary. Several more moments pass of bureaucratic white noise, but then, someone speaks.

“Where’s the slutty one?” A male voice whispers.

“Oh, Agent Y/N? Probably on her knees somewhere waiting for her boss to come back.” A second male voice snickers back, matching the volume of the first.

You gasp, the phone slipping out of your hand, landing on the table with a loud thunk.

Scrambling, you grab it again, your other hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t let us use her as bait. This whole case could’ve been wrapped up and done by now if we just stuck her in a skimpy dress and shoved her out on the street.” One of them muses.

“Obviously because he’s sleeping with her.” The other mutters. “Agent Hotchner looked like he was going to take your head off when you asked him about it. Thought he was going to deck you for suggesting disguising her as a hooker to lure this guy out.”

“Yeah, he did. She looks like the victims, though. Bet she’s a whore like them too.”

“Deputies, we’re starting.” You hear a third voice pipe up. This time it’s one you recognize: it’s Hotch. “This is your final warning. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day. Not only is this wildly inappropriate, but it is insulting and vile. If I hear either of you speak about, look at, or interact with Agent Y/N, I will make sure you are both charged with harassment and fired from this department. Is that clear?”

With that, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. The deputies mumble something back, but you can’t hear over the sound of papers rustling.

Stunned, you set the phone back in its holder and force air into your lungs.

Waves of thoughts come crashing down on you. You have so many questions and so many answers and it’s all just… too much.

Suddenly, you know that you need to be anywhere but here.

You stand, shoving the chair aside and burst out of the conference room, fuming. You power-walk down the hall, and past the bullpen, focused on getting yourself outside and into the fresh air. Understandably, you don’t look up as you pass the profile briefing, so you don’t see Hotch’s brow furrow at the sight of you. You also don’t see him hand his papers to JJ, excuse himself, and race to follow you out the front door.

Once you’re outside in the parking lot, you look up at the cloudy, grey sky, and the tears start to fall. You feel guilty and angry; part of you wants to run away and cry, but the other part of you wants to walk straight up to those men and kick them straight in the dick. They not only called you vile names, but they also called the victims – those poor, dead women – the same. You sniffle, thinking about how Hotch stepped in and protected you, stood up for you.

Hotch… the thought of him makes you cry a little harder.

You start to pace around, kicking gravel as you went.

Were you that obvious? Was your crush so rampant that two low-level deputies in the middle of nowheresville picked up that easily on how you really felt about your boss?

“Fuck you two,” you curse under your breath to nobody as you choke back sobs. You kick a large piece of gravel as hard and as far as you can, but it doesn’t help.

“Are you okay?” A voice prods from behind you, gently, hesitantly, as if not to spook you. It’s a curt baritone, laced with concern. It’s Hotch.

“Hotch,” you breathe, turning to face him, furiously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to you, a comforting hand reaching forward to take yours.

Any other day you would grasp it contently, letting him console you. Today? All you can hear are the deputy’s comments. Sleeping with her. Whore. On her knees. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, so, you involuntarily step back.

“It’s nothing,” you put your hands up, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, his heart pounding in his chest.

You look back up, locking on his beautiful, angular face. You see every feature clouded in a haze of sorrow and concern.

You know you must swallow your pain and try to get it out. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“You… they… I…” you begin, but never finish your sentence. Instead, you start to cry again.

Wordlessly, Hotch moves to cup your face in his hands. They’re large and slightly calloused, encasing your cheeks as his thumbs gently swipe away the tears. His soft eyes search your watery ones; despite your better instinct, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest. You feel his breathing hitch. One of his hands moves from your face to cover your smaller hand against his chest. The two of you stay there, just like that, for another handful of heartbeats. You focus on his hands and how warm and safe they make you feel. Soon enough, you stop crying and gather the courage to speak.

“I heard them.” You whisper, not trusting yourself to say another word. You know that Hotch knows exactly who “them” is, and exactly what it is that you’ve heard.

His brow creases and his hand grips yours tighter. He cleans another tear off your cheek, and then lets that hand down to ball in a fist at his side.

“I’m going to kill them.” Hotch states, furious and heartbroken.

“Me first.” You sniffle.

Your boss sighs, giving you a heartfelt look. Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this.

“I told them this morning that if I ever heard them say another thing about you, I was going to have their badges. I should’ve kicked them off this case hours ago.” He huffs, closing his eyes, letting his other hand, the one that was covering yours, drop down to his side.

You know this look all too well. You know he’s blaming himself.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer, smoothing your hands over his chest to settle on his upper arms. “Hotch, look at me.”

He doesn’t at first, but eventually, he opens his eyes. His hands open and close at his sides, as if he’s fighting them to be still.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. “For everything. For handling this how I did.”

“I’m not.” You chime in, feeling braver, calmer now that you’re here with him. Your comment earns a quizzical glance and a slight head tilt from Hotch, urging you to go on. “You stood up for me. You honoured me. You respected me. You protected me. You –“

With a fierce momentum, your next sentence is swallowed by Hotch’s lips pressing into yours. His hands come up to rest on your hips, and then circle around your waist to pull you closer. He’s warm and soft and intense; you whimper into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck and card in his hair. The kiss is over far too soon for your liking, both of you needing to pull back and inhale.

Hotch looks at you with heavy eyes, hands gripping your hips. He smells like coffee and pine, with a hint of something spicier. Everything about him is overwhelming yet grounding.

“Finally,” you whisper, hands clasped around his neck. “It’s about damn time.”

“It is,” is all he musters, still dazed by the audacity of his own actions.

“Aaron?” You lick your lips, feeling his hands squeeze you tight at your use of his first name.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but start to smile, showing off his adorable dimples and crinkled lines around his eyes.

“I love you; do you know that?” You say in earnest.

Aaron giggles, giggles at your confession, and then attacks your lips again, making you yelp at the surprise. His lips detach from yours only to pepper kisses on your tear-stained cheeks, jaw, and forehead.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, giddier than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, and it makes your heart leap into your throat.

Just then, a car beeps on the road, startling you two. You’re suddenly reminded where you are, and why you’re here. The thought of having to go back inside makes you groan, and you bury your head into his chest for a moment. He hums into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Forget about them,” you say, “go finish giving the profile so we can close this case and get the hell out of this town so you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” You smile at him, pulling him in for another, lighter kiss.

He grins against your lips, meeting you for another smooch.

“Yes ma’am,” Hotch replies, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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Three months later, you and Aaron are coming down from your highs, sweaty and blissed-out after an amazing lovemaking session. After the team wrapped up the case and made it back to Virginia in one piece, you and Hotch went out to dinner the next night. He took you to dine in at the Chinese restaurant that you both usually ordered from on those nights you both spent pining and yearning in his office. It was… perfect. He was perfect. Just as your friendship had blossomed, so did your relationship. One date led to another, one gesture turned into more, and you and Aaron settled into life as a couple with ease. You hadn’t brought up the incident with the deputies since it had happened the afternoon that Hotch had followed you out to the parking lot to wipe away your tears.

Now, as you lay in his arms, wrapped in his strong, loving, embrace, your mind wanders back to their words. However, you don’t feel animosity toward them, rather it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny hot stuff?” Aaron cracks open an eye and smiles down at you. One arm is tucked underneath his head, and the other is tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Oh, just that case we had in Wisconsin a few months back.” You nuzzle deeper into his chest with another laugh.

Hotch frowns, recalling the memory, thinking about the way those awful men spoke about you.

“How is that funny?” He asks, hesitantly.

“They called me a whore.” You say nonchalantly, peering innocently into his amber eyes. You bring your palm up to swipe across his cheek softly, feeling the light stubble of his jaw underneath your fingertips.

Both of his eyes are open now, and his hand motions cease their patterns on your skin. He’s confused, and the face he’s giving you is downright adorable. It makes you giggle again.

You detach yourself from his grasp and sit yourself up, carefully shimmying down the bed. Aaron’s eyes never leave you.

You nestle yourself between his legs and look up at him with a smirk.

“They were partially right.” You offer, studying the small changes in his face, watching as his eyes glaze over with lust for the second time that night.

“I am a whore.” You pout suggestively and flutter your eyelashes. “A whore for you, Hotch.”

He shakes his head at you in amusement and chuckles, but it quickly turns into a deep, throaty moan as you wrap your lips around the tip of him.

As you start to bob your head on his already hardening length, you think to yourself: as much as I hate to say it... someone should really give those two deputies a raise.

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

_-_-_-_-_

“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.��

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

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Spider Ace au, because I really am a clown ;-;

I have the most wierd brairots ever... :3

Bc I woke up one day and said 'Spider-Man Ace and Deuce as MJ'

In here everyone is human so ye...

And also author has super limited knowledge about the MCU universe... Like I got lost around the whole 'multiverse and past shit'...

so you can tell me if I'm wrong(facts-wise), but this au will be probably very far-fetched from the MCU universe as I want to give another take on it than just following the cannon... So if it's not your cup of tea, Please don't read

But I still enjoy mindlessly watching the movies. :3

Now let's get onto it! Under the cut it would be the main plot plus some of the characters that I already polished enough to say 'yeah... They have a role in this au'...

Ace's brother worked in the science field, at a renowned Company along his gf(who's in another branch, so Ace has to suffer through his brother's ramblings about that girl)

So in his first year of high school, Ace had a field trip to that company. He was praying to the Gods that his brother won't embarrass him. So like... An experimental spider got out and you know where this is goin... Ace Gets bitten and everything. But the effects start to kick in a bit later, when he has to return to the dorm.

He was rooming with Epel so when he saw the wobbly ginger, Epel just dragged him around. At one point they passed by a confused Deuce.

Epel told him that 'it's totally not a corpse...' before dragging the unconscious Ace again.

So Ace Gets his powers and Epel is the first one who caught onto it because 'I killed that mf spider that was crawling out of your damn hoodie... So get your fucking clothes cleaned yourself'

And Ace Gets to be the totally not dumb Spider-Man.

Meanwhile... Deuce was just your average boy... He was trying his best to keep that honor student impression. But he sometimes slips and punches the shit out someone who decides to pick on him or his friends: Jack and Sebek.

So one day, Jack presents to the other 2 his bf Epel... And bc Epel was a lil shit and knew Ace's big af crush onto Deuce... He decided to drag the ginger along.

Ace was so flustered that his powers acted on their own and he was sticking onto everything.So he unintentionally starts a food fight in the cafeteria when one of his webs(yes... Ace can make webs like in the first movie... He uses other substances made by Epel to give them additional effects) caught onto a food tray and he yanked it, hitting Jack in the face, which made Epel to throw hands with any poor unfortunate soul that owned that tray.

Ace literally just doesn't want to face Deuce because of the sheer embarrassment.

But at night... Ace was just patrolling around (even if Epel told him no) when he saw on a more dark alleyway that Deuce got in a gang fight and was losing due to the number of enemies.

But Spider-Man saves him :D

And they have that iconic upside-down kiss... And Ace really gets his hopes up with that.

But we need a villain... At least one...

Well... Lately attacks of a misterious beast were found. Some theorised it was an animal which broke loose from zoo. Other said it was a terrorist organisation. Only thing that is known is that no one was wounded, but extremely big material damages were done. Along that... At the place of the crime... Flowers were found. They were beautiful, but not registered as any kind of known species...

On the other end of the spectrum... Floyd had some bad days... He lost some interest in the tests, which again made his grades to flop. And his boyfriend, Riddle, was more panicky lately, since his mother wanted to visit him and inspect his dorm(he was sharing a dorm with Azul, which was a big relief) and he couldn't really get out of his head the memory of that failed experiment he had on a plant for his assignment.

Deuce befriended Riddle by just standing up for him against some bullies of the redhead. So they were hanging out, Riddle tutoring Deuce at biology and chemestry.

It was when of those tutoring days, where Deuce was at Riddle and Azul's dorm that Mrs Rosehearts decided to 'pay a visit'...

Riddle wasn't expecting that surprise inspection, so he forgot to hide his little window flowers. It was a little hobby of his to take care of them. Azul suggested it since it's not really that demanding.

Mrs. Rosehearts didn't really like that her son found other occupations other than studying. Nor that he associated himself with someone 'with bad influence' like Deuce... Riddle feels extremely embarrassed and angry when his mother just nags him in front of the really confused Deuce.

Boy came only to study at chemestry and maybe chat a bit with his friend...

So when Mrs Rosehearts slapped Riddle... Imagine the shock and fear Riddle had on his face. It wasn't because he was embarrassed... No... That wasn't it. He was starting to panic, telling Deuce to run away as fast and as far as he could.

Because a beast came after them. It was big, scaly, with a long slimy tail and it even had water adaptations.

Mrs Rosehearts wanted to throw away those pots with plants when suddenly the plants themselves wrapped around her hands and immobilised her completely, exactly when the beast broke in.

It was a little side effect from that failed experiment that Riddle rather not shared with anyone. And that was that plants listened to his demands now...

And that whenever he would spiral in panic, the gigantic beast appeared.

So Spider-Man comes on the set... To save Deuce first...

Since Riddle had lost it and now was searching for comfort from the beast itself, trying to catch Ace with his plants because he was attacking the monster, which Riddle wouldn't allow.

Deuce finds a chair and just smacks the beast with it, but the enemy dodged it and threw the chair at Mrs Rosehearts :3

Being in a small space, Ace had little space to move around and dodge... So the beast managed to claw at him when Ace wanted to protect Deuce, getting his stomach aera first. Getting the smell of fresh blood the beast entirely lost it and now was going apeshit.

Seeing this, Riddle had no other option than to summon out of his hand that wierd flower and put it to the beast's nose, to smell it.

That unknown flower was actually Riddle's own creation. It was meant to have a calming scent, which he used to clam down the beast and force it to return to normal, which was just a tired Floyd.

And Deuce is a lil shit and after bandaging his saviour a bit sloppy and letting him leave, the blue head filled a confession as a witness that indeed, Mrs Rosehearts was responsible for this.The next day... Ace was more wobbly onto his feet. Epel bandaged him and told him 'ya shouldn't play romeo so often'... (yes... Epel will be that iconic sassy mf) but Ace had none of it.

Ace wanted to tell Deuce how he felt!

But Deuce rejected him. It wasn't because of how Ace was... But it was because Deuce's heart belongs to someone else. (Jack passed by with Epel and mouthed to Ace 'Spider-Man' as Epel was snorting a laugh)

Ace wasn't heartbroken, knowing that Deuce loves him... He just loves his alterego who saved him several times and had an upside-down kissing session. So Ace was in his dorm room after classes, walking around the ceiling and contemplating how to tell Deuce that he's Spider-Man. Epel just smacks him in the head and tells him that it's a very very dumb idea.

But before continuing... Ace Gets a phone call, that his dad was returning in here... Mr Trappola was working aboard so of course it was really important when he came over. He came over with the sole reason of spending time with family. So still being awkward with Deuce... Ace decided to get his mind off for a bit by having a night stroll... The news of his father coming were actually great news for Ace... Which helped his mood a bit.

So for a few days... Ace dropped by his home to stay with his bro and Mr Trappola. But one day, Ace forgot his dorm keys and phone in there.

Mr Trappola offered to drop by and leave to Ace the said objects.

Ace on the other hand, passed by an convenience store, bumping into a wierd man when he entered. Epel nagged him all day that they didn't have anymore milk. So Ace had to do groceries after a failer rock-paper-scrissors match. Meanwhile... Deuce bumped into Mr Trappola, the older one recognising Deuce from Ace's bg phone photo, where him along Deuce, Jack, Sebek and Epel were making a selfie after a hangout.

Deuce recognised the other from Ace's photos and stories. It was wierd, but nonetheless, the 2 went a bit onto the side to chat a bit, as to not disturb the passer-bys.

And it was a bad thing the 2 got on the side. You know that wierd man who bumped into Ace?

Yeah... That man bumped into Mr Trappola and because he and Ace were so look-alike... That man confused Mr Trappola for Ace... And in a sudden rage... He attacked him with a knife. Deuce, being took aback, but having a history of gang fights, riposted too.

All 3 of them ended up toppling on an alleyway. Mr Trappola had a chest wound from the knife and Deuce was trying his best to keep the attacker far from the wounded.

Ace was passing by when he sees this and doesn't even spare a second to change... He just shoots his webbs onto the attacker and punches him into a wall in that sudden rage he had. Deuce had to take Ace off the attacker as to not kill him. The blue head called an ambulance as quick as he could while Ace was desperately trying to just patch up the wound.

When the medics arrived... They couldn't do anything more... Mr Trappola lost too much blood. They were too late.

He was dead...

It all came crashing down to Ace when they told him that. If only he was faster. If only he didn't forget his things... If only, if only...

Deuce could only offer a hug to the other as Ace was snuggled in his embrace, crying. He lost his father. And he couldn't do anything about it...Ace couldn't anymore. Especially since he did show his powers to him. He told Deuce in private that yes... He was Spider-Man... Ace was too heartbroken by his father's death to even care anymore. Deuce was there only to comfort him, since it was traumatising for him too...So after the funeral... Ace had that gloomy period... He still had episodes where it haunted him and it pushed him onto blaming himself, but Deuce was there to remind him that 'hey... It's not your fault that guy attacked first'...

Yes... Ace and Deuce end up unconsciously dating... They realise it after months...

I also really wanna tackle far from home too... Since I do have and idea about it. But it won't really have anything to do with endgame or infinity war... Like nothing... Nada...

But side-note: Kalim is Iron man in this... Boy is a genius, but most of the time he gives the impression that he isn't. Jamil is his secretary and soon-to-be husband (they are engaged)OK... So in here... It was a a year or so since all that shit happened. Ace's class and another one who was one year above them were going on a field trip through Europe.

But since Kalim was in a mission throughout USA... Leona(who's fucking Nick Fury (nick furry sorry, but it must be said) in this) wanted Ace to join in the Europe mission.

Ace said no, since 1. Epel will throw hands if Ace dares to ruin this trip for him. 2. He wanted a romantic trip with Deuce, who lately was took as a pupil by a Doctor... (Ace didn't really ask about it more, he was just happy for his happy bf)

First stop: Italy, Venece(did I write it right?)

Ace really wanted to get for Deuce a souvenir and also get with him on a romantic boat ride... But since their teacher(Crow man for F'S sake. Divius was there too just to sigh in done with life) got them in a rundown hotel... The vibe was a bit not romantic.

By insisting on being put in pairs of 4, Jack and Epel roomed with Adeuce, while Sebek was a mf who roomed with Silver, Ruggie and Floyd... They partied hard in there.

But Leona shows up. :3

And he knocks out only Epel. And Deuce, since Jack was an agent of his. Ace really doesn't wanna... So he refuses a second time.

And maybe Ace should have joined that mission. Since apparently a water monster appeared when they were with the gondolas. Adeuce were ready to kiss... Come on!

Imagine Ace's surprise when Deuce summoned a portal straight to their room, so Ace can get his suit.Deuce tells Ace to just 'shut up and save the day' because it wasn't the time to explain shit. Deuce just kicks Ace's ass through the portal :3

So a misterious superhero appears, which Ace really has no more chill and social battery to deal with.

Meanwhile. Ruggie knocks out passer-bys who saw the beast form Floyd while Riddle was chasing after him with his flowers to calm him down. Ruggie works for Leona too.

But he gets dragged anyway by Leona to explain him what's going on. Deuce arrives a bit later at them, at Leona's insistence, since his mentor was occupied too. (Yes... Dr Strange is Deuce's mentor... I thought it would be fun if Deuce got to kick ass with magic.)

Leona is really so done with Ace being all like 'no... I don't wanna'. Deuce promises to Leona to convince Ace to join in the mission...

Meanwhile Epel throws hands with Ace the moment he enters the door, since Jack filled him up with everything. Jack had to give Ace a little gift from Kalim... It was a pair of sunglasses...

Ruggie comes over the gays and tells them that they should pack, since they are going now to (IDk where it was... But I believe it was at some festival or smth...) to see an opera.

Ace fucking knows that it's Leona's doing, but at least he hopes they'll go somewhere nice...So they get busted again by the said elemental monsters. Deuce knows something is fishy since his mentor really didn't tell him about those monsters at all. And he did study first the said threats of the earth.

Ace discovers that those sunglasses from Kalim were actually operating an army of super high tech satellites. Epel is so hyped about it that he wants to see how those glasses work.

But they can't, since that wierd superhero they were paired up with, steals those glasses. So... Ace Gets thrown in Olanda... And boy gets found out by Jamil...

Jamil found Ace because of Jack calling him, Deuce being held hostage by that fake hero... And Epel throwing another table through the window because he had to track down Ace.

And also because someone guessed that the glasses password was 'coconut' and now they broke the security code.

Epel fancies a more durable and better spiderman suit for Ace along Kalim who puts his imput from time to time, while Jack is trying to get a grip onto Leona.

Meanwhile... Deuce obliterated some poor enemy soul's nuts. And Silver just vibes with his newly acquired boyfriends.

Sorry Leona... Ruggie is busy having a more successful romantic life than u.

That's an omage to Boris(on Discord)... Who introduced me to that chaotic Silver who gets the equivalent of a harem.

They have to bust that trickery illusion of a mega monster and everything. Deuce still tries to get out, but he needs his ring to make a portal to escape. Ring which was at the 'fake hero' who claimed that Deuce was killed by the monster. (Leona groans in the distance, knowing what nagging will come from Dr. Strange for putting his dear pupil in danger)

Jamil holded Kalim from intervening as this was Ace's fight. Now Ace was invested in this because they got his bf... They will pay :3

So getting in the eye of the storm, Epel guides Ace until in the middle, where he loses contact because of the drones which were making the communications hairwire...

Ace fights with the said fake hero, as Deuce tries to get back his ring. Seeing that his bf was trying to get something from the enemy, Ace manages to snatch the sunglasses and deactivate the drones, then proceeding to tie up with webbs the said enemy as Deuce got his ring back and the 2 got outta here.

Epel used a rocket launcher onto some drones and now he fell in love with it. Jack really is exhaling in the distance. So now that everything is settled... And finally Ace was left to finish his trip like he deserves...

He goes with Deuce onto the big bang and have a little romantic date under the moon light. That's where Ace gives to Deuce his gift: A silver bracelet. He picked it up from Venece as a gift for Deuce. He wanted to give it to him on the boat ride, but they got busted over and over again.

And they kiss...

Meanwhile Leona exhaled again when Silver respondes accidentally on Ruggie's phone. They had a nice night too... Leona... Deal with it. Your workers got a better romantic life than ya.That's it... The gays... Silver getting the start of his harem(he will eventually get Kalim and Jamil by the end of the trip, when they meet with Ace to give their best wishes and congratulate him along Jack, Epel and Deuce on their good job.) Crowley getting karma... Crewel... Existing... Floyd just causing mass property damage and Riddle smacking him with flowers...

The rest of the boys are somewhere around there... Living la vida loca sparkles.

So... A smol recap: an half-assed thought of mine that turned into a full blown mild au with Adeuce as main focus. Everyone is human... (so and so)... Ace is Spider-Man... Deuce is MJ and everything stays up to a somewhat formula(fighting bad guys, getting on dates, shit happening)

Now I wanna present the characters into somewhat depth... :3

1.Ace- the totally not idiot Spider-Man

Ace was your average boy. Interested in sports, trying to keep afloat with studies. Having crushes and everything. His family situation is actually nice. His brother is already working as a scientist... His Father works aboart... His mother has a little flowershop...

It all takes a turn when Ace is in a field trip and gets bitten by a radioactive spider.

From there on, the story becomes as we know it: Fighting bad guys, having crushes, fighting more bad guys, getting a kiss... And dealing with more bad guys...

Ace abuses of his powers a lot: weather he uses his webs to prank on his roommate, Epel, or having his 6th sense kicking in so he could avoid fights or collateral damage. Ace totally takes advantage of this.

But eventually he will learn that responsibilities always come in the package. His father's death was what marked him as a wake-up call to reality. From that incident on, Ace was taking things more seriously.

1.Deuce-Ex delinquent and now a pupil to a misterious doctor

Deuce knew about impressions. And with his dark past as a delinquent... Deuce wanted to turn in a new leaf in high school. Study hard and Excell into something as to make his mother proud.

With that new mindset and a bucket list full of self-expectations, Deuce got a new reputation as a 'goodie 2 shoes' from others. It was rare to see Deuce snap and completely K.O. A bully.

Which is why Riddle was the first one to see that part of Deuce. The 2 befriended, especially since Deuce stood up to the redhead. Riddle now tutors Deuce at biology and chemistry. And still does it up to this day... Even after that incident...

Eventually, Deuce gets roped into a relationship with Ace. It's wacky, extremely unpredictable and neither of them were actually aware they were dating until someone pointed it out months after they started to do it.

After that, Deuce accepted an offer for a summer internship. Ace didn't question him too much. He trusted Deuce. He knew Deuce wouldn't cheat or anything. Yes, Ace had some worries that Deuce might get hurt or something, but overall, Ace was supporting his boyfriend about it.

Deuce discovered that the one who offered him an internship was actually Doctor Strange(or Doctor Boris...) who wanted a pupil to follow his footsteps. Deuce started to learn from there, especially to use his magic for good.

2.Epel-The reluctant sassy mechanic prodigy

Epel got to that high-school through one of the many offers he got. Epel was a great mechanic, even though he wanted to study pharmacy. He still is pursuing his passion, mechanics being just a hobby Epel indulges in from time to time.

His dormmate is none other than Ace. The 2 quickly get along as a duo of troublemakers. But after Ace Gets his powers, Epel is the one that suggests to become a hero and everything.

Now Epel is your very tired and done with life high-school student who would rather stay with his boyfriend than deal with the ceiling webbed books Ace arranged for him. Because he realised he had to pursue his mechanics too, Epel gets to be tutored by Idia, a robotics genius.

Epel is intrigued by Ace's power to create webs... So he always has a little sample of them on his desk, trying substances and testing it in order to unlock new looks of it and new functions that Ace could use.

3.Kalim and Jamil-Iron man and his Jack of all trades Secretary

Kalim was gifted with a genius mind. He was very smart and could surpass other studious teens just when he was little. The problem was... Kalim didn't entirely use his entire thinking capacity. It's hard for him to concentrate so the genius comes out unexpectedly, leaving the impression that Kalim is just a dumb rich guy. In truth, Kalim's genius what what actually made the Asim company flourish. Kalim got the company for his own management, Jamil working as his secretary and later on becoming his fiance and Co-director...

Kalim also grew fond of Ace, him and Jamil treating the ginger as their illegitimate child. Sometimes Kalim would drop by with a lunch pack... Or sometimes Jamil will ask Ace about his homework.

4.Jack-Double agent and local puppy himbo

Jack is in a relationship with Epel. Not much can be told about him at first glance: takes studies seriously, practices sport, has a good family and financial situation...

But his little 'part time job' is really what one should actually question.

Jack works a young double agent, under Ruggie's guidance and Leona's orders. Jack would rather not rope Epel into this, nor sebek and Deuce, his roomates, but apparently his own boyfriend wants to get roped into danger.

It is an almost usual case when Jack is carrying a struggling Epel away from danger, confiscating his weapon.

5.Riddle and Floyd-the really out of control couple

If you were a student in that high school, you would most likely know about the famous troublemaker Floyd Leech. A music talent and even a swimming prodigy, who suddenly dropped out, despite his brother and friend's encouragement.

And what was more outrageous, was the rumor that Floyd's boyfriend was the cause of it. Which would be a stretch, since Riddle was focused onto his own studies and always supported Floyd to excel in at least something.

Riddle, opposite to his boyfriend, was a very serious and a model student. He was studying mostly biology, but Riddle had an interest into law. People who happened to have lab classes with him, would know that Riddle was working after classes at a project. He wanted to prove that plants can protect each other, not just themselves. If you heard that, you would probably consider him crazy, but Riddle still wanted to study that little experiment, hoping that he could win a reward at this year's science fair.

Of course, there had to be envy on that project, who actually was giving promising results. Someone sabotaged Riddle's substances withouth him being aware of it.

So one day, Floyd visited Riddle while the redhead was doing his usual project research. Floyd Brought with him a fish bowl since he was put by a teacher to bring the fish in there. (and Riddle will nag him if he refused)

Riddle was trying to put a substance on the said plant pot, when Floyd barged in and scared the redhead, making Riddle to drop all of it onto both him and the plat pot. Seeing that, Floyd wanted to wipe it off Riddle the said substance, yet the pot started to shake and the plants exploded, pushing both of them on the floor and Floyd actually digesting some of the substance.

After both of them woke up, Riddle realised that instead of Floyd, a beast was laying next to him, checking if anything was out of order. It took a bit of time and shaking the shock off to realise what happened. Especially since plants seemed to sprout and help Riddle back on his own feet, as if he commanded them.

So for a week or so, both of them had to call in 'sick'. Riddle polished better his newfound skill, ending up creating out of his body a special flower that can revert back to human his boyfriend. But when Riddle's emotions would get the best of him, the flowers would wilt and return Floyd to the beast he was once.

Now both of them had a looming fear of getting caught and who knows what would happen to them if that became real.

6.Azul-The revenge seeking octopus guy

In here... Azul is that nerd who suddenly got a glow up... Students among school did question how he changed so suddenly during summerbreak... He was an almost complete 180... Unrecognisible even.

Azul was excelling, similar to Riddle, in biology and chemistry, having a leaning towards medicine and drugs making... Azul's mother was yet to marry again(she was engaged) and the 2 lived at the beach, further from the city, so Azul would go over break in there, while he stayed on his mother's fiancé over school year (that man was a nice guy and treated Azul as his own son)after his first year at highschool, which was a disaster socially speaking... Azul was dead set onto changing... he made a routine he would try, a diet plan, but the unusual thing in that plan was a drug... which Azul strived to perfectionate so that it would make his body acumulate less fats and burn out more lipids.

Being at his home,with no lab rats, Azul decided the best course of action was to test the final product onto himself... at that time, his mom left him home alone for 2 weeks bc she had to make some important business errands.

Yet no matter how much of a prodigy he was... the excitement made him to overlook a few numbers in his calculus...

at first it was the weird carvings... then when he accidentally cut his finger, blue blood came out. Azul started to feel nauseous and making long baths seemed to be the only thing soothing his pain...

One day, strolling on the beach, Azul felt like his breathing became ragged, uneven... and it was that moment, when he realised that he needed water to calm down the pain. So he threw himself in the sea...

a few minutes, almost hours... and Azul wasn't back home... instead a ship from a few miles away was misteriously sunked...

That was Azul's doing... one would say he wouldn't do such a balistic thing... since he was sane at the time...

but he was filled with rage... on that ship... a few of his bullies were... they threw into the water some heavy objects, which triggered Azul(comparing them to his school year where the same guys would throw things at him)... and sunk the ship in response. Of course... sinking a bigass ship meant having an immense power... which azul has gotten... he was a gigantic octopus mer... all of his lipis and fats were turned by the drug into muscles... for that to happen... the legs turned into heavy and long tentacles...but that form was temporary, as the drug kicked in finally after the 4th dose.... so azul was back to normal, except when he has gotten out of the water... 6 of his tentacles were still remaining... now sprouted from his bottom back, like a tail, but very heavy and hard to control...

so for that... Idia comes on set, blackmailed into making a corset and mechanical frames for the tentacles, so that azul can move them at will.

Azul also had to learn how to control his new breathing sistem(closing and opening his torso gills) which was a challenge that bathtub proved to be a solution. He also wanted to perfection his drug so he could stay and control that gigantic tako form... because it was extremely powerful... and at this point, Azul was addicted to both the drug and power to make people that wronged him kneel before his feet(or tentacles)but everything gets turned upside down when he realises that 'oh shit i'm attached to some of this idiots'

yes... Azul will be your lil psycho powerhungry octopus guy who gets attached by some dumb lil humans.

And actually gets enough confidence into confessing to his crushes. Idia(one of the crushes) begged Azul first to stop with his revenge seeking, since it was peak insanity in his vision, but Azul was dead set onto it. It was by the time both Idia and Malleus stepped in that Azul had to actually stop and realize what he actually was doing.

And in that guilt, Azul decided to consume a dangerously big amount of his drug(basically all of it) and retreat to the sea in shame, in front of everyone...

Now Idia and Malleus are searching for him along the twins.

Yes... That kinda is the entire Au until now... I am still up to debate on who should be who... I considered Malleus to be captain Marvel at one point(and still do)... And with my very limited marvel knowledge... This will probably turn out to be chaos...

So you can suggest your ideas in the inbox or in the comments here...

#twisted wonderland #twst ace #ace trappola #spider Ace au #ace x deuce #bc yes #op again does some shit

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apollostears · 4 years ago

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TEENAGE LOVE AFFAIR [ BTS ]

group: BTS

pairing: BTS x daughter!reader

warning(s): swearing

request: can you do BTS reacting to their 15 year old daughter having a boyfriend/girlfriend?

requested by: @mela3340

oomfggg this was so fun to make!! thanks for requesting the first request of 2021 :) hope you enjoy love <3

➝︎ jin

he’s literally dramatic af.

#dramaking

but no really, he’ll be shook to the gods.

like huh??? his child got a partner?!!!

my kid?!!! IN THESE STREETS?!

he would faint, then wake back up and shake her til she’s dizzy.

ok but on a more serious note, i think if he saw his daughter have genuine feelings for this person they’re with, he would support a 100%

definitely wants to meet them asap

would chaperone their dates but in a way that’s soooo cliché. i mean ugly ass disguises cliché.

will definitely have a heart attack if his daughters partner used the fake ‘yawn-over-the-shoulder’ move while at the movies.

all his daughter would hear is someone choking horrendously a few rooms behind them and instantly know it’s her dad.

will call the boys up every time she asks him to go on a date with their partner or if they can come over to hang and study.

“i’m at a lost here! it’s like i’m in the war!” jin exaggerates on the group call with his friends.

“hyung, i think you’re over exaggerating.” jungkook would say sheepishly.

with the straightest face, jin would hang up and contemplate his choice in friends.

after about the sixth month mark, i do think he’d let up a tremendous amount.

like he’s no longer breathing down her neck about them and allows them to go on dates without him, so long as she tells him where they’re going.

10/10 is the dramatic dad that goes through a midlife crisis when their daughter starts dating.

➝︎ yoongi

mans does not care.

ok lemme clarify, he doesn’t care to the extent that jin does. he trusts his daughter and her decisions and understands that this is an important part of her life. he’s gonna try his hardest to not overstep.

but deep down, he definitely is having a hard time coming to grasps that his daughter is in love and starting to enter the dating world.

he understands the pressures surrounding dating too, especially at fifteen. so he’s definitely giving a nice lil lecture about sex, safe sex, consensual sex, and commitment.

and yes, yoongi knows that most of these young love relationships don’t last long, but he wants his daughter to know that her relationship is legit to him. no matter how old she is.

will look intimidating af to their daughters bf or gf. he definitely overhears them discussing if yoongi likes them or not 💀

looks like he could kill you and will but is also such a sweetheart once you actually know him.

doesn’t do no undercover brother shit but will follow his daughter on their first few dates just because he’s worried. isn’t overbearing and keeps a good distance.

honestly, if anything it brings his daughter a lot of comfort to know her dad is there to back her up 🙂

100%!is the father that seems like they’re chill on the surface but on the inside is working overtime to not be overreactive when their child starts dating.

➝︎ namjoon

is literally the 😯 emoji

when his daughter tells him that she’s got a lover, he literally looks exactly like that emoji.

he’s like “love? what you know about that?”

is extremely confused the entire time. yes, he knows that at her age, children start experimenting with dating but he never actually thought he’d have to deal with it.

was definitely worried that he’d lose out on daddy-daughter time once she started dating.

that was his biggest fear. that his daughter wouldn’t need him anymore. she would no worries.

is deathly afraid of his daughter experiencing heartbreak. their s/o could be the perfect match for his kid, he still wouldn’t care. namjoon is going to be worried regardless.

constantly asks for updates on their relationship to see if he needs to give any advice on how to keep the relationship going.

he doesn’t see their love as something immature. namjoon values it the same way he would value an adult relationship.

which meansss giving them the birds n the bees. same as yoongi, a thorough talk on sexually transmitted diseases, birth control, safe sex, you name it.

was incredibly nervous to meet the person their daughter was dating 💀 like how you supposed to be the daddy but more scared than the actual date.

chaperones his daughter’s first couple of dates. doesn’t get in their way but definitely makes his presence known when does attend.

has a strict “have her home by 9 or else” policy.

won’t ground their child if they give them a heads up on why they would be late.

is 100% the type to be the “work in progress” dad that wishes there was a book on what to do when your teenage daughter starts dating.

➝︎ hobi

mans was like “awww my wittle baby likes somebody!”

was wayyy more excited about meeting their child’s s/o then what is deemed normal.

don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely protective of his kid but hobi understands that these things happen.

it was bound to happen that one day his daughter would start dating.

doesn’t hound his child with questions but is very curious to learn more about this bf/gf that their daughter has.

when he meets them, he’s very scary looking at first. switching into serious hobi, he intimidates the kid just a bit before breaking into a grin and letting them know he was kidding.

is the type of dad that would make their daughters’ s/o fall in love with him 💀

hobi gets along with virtually anyone so it wasn’t hard for him to bond with the s/o.

however, he does make it known that he is a father and while the kid seems to be an alright choice for his daughter, he still lets them know that he will go liam neeson on a motherfucker if necessary.

doesn’t follow his daughter on dates but somehow ends up attending some of them because they both want him around.

on the times he doesn’t go, there is a curfew in place and it’s 8 o’clock 😔

hobi is 100% the dad to become friends with their daughters’ bf/gf but still be a force to be reckon with when needed.

➝︎ jimin

probably the one who meddles in their daughters love life.

sees their daughter walkout of school with a guy and is asking fifty million questions on who he is and if she likes him.

all for her to turn around and be like “dad, i’m gay.”

and he’s like 🥺🥰 “good, boys are disgusting anyways.”

so now he’s scoping out girls that could be a potential match for his kid 💀

“what about her?”

“nah, she’s a little rude to me.”

“you know what they say! she likes you!”

“no dad. just...no.”

was not expecting the girl his daughter chooses but can totally see it once he actually gets to know her.

is constantly giving his daughter cute date ideas for her to do w her gf. definitely has a pintrest board of places for them.

will happily be a chauffeur for his daughter if necessary. this can be good and bad. good bc yayay free rides. bad because she has to deal with a jimin that wants to be on time or a jimin that makes them ten minutes late to a movie showing. there is no in between.

he doesn’t follow his daughter around. mainly because he’s always driving them but if he doesn’t, she still gives him a heads up on where they’re going.

doesn’t mind them hanging sleepovers or leaving the door closed but will totally pop up at random times to be nosey.

is definitely in his daughters corner anytime someone tries to give her and her gf a hard time for being together.

a 100% the dad that’s constantly involved in his child’s love life but not to an extreme point. is totally just excited to be there and apart of her world.

➝︎ taehyung

the motherfucker is all smug and shit talking about some “ i know ” 😏 when his daughter approaches him about her new partner.

lets be real; taehyung would know his daughter like the back of his hands. he would have suspicions that she’s seeing somebody but won’t pressure her to speak until she’s ready.

acts like the fbi when he finally meets their daughter’s partner.

is stalking all social media, finding where they work, who they guardians are, and where they grandma stay 💀🤣

but it’s really because he knows how dangerous people are and the last thing he wants is for his kids’ life to be in danger.

is definitely a hard ass to whoever his daughter ends up dating regardless of gender. will go major payne on a motherfucker real quick.

does not care if he gets caught watching out for his daughter while she’s on a date. will deadass sit there and stare them down as they look at him, completely unbothered.

after meeting their partner a few times, he’ll become a bit more loose in regards to their relationship but will still eye them wearily.

his daughter is very important to him and he’s just worried about any potential heartbreak she may experience.

“have you ever killed?”

“uh, no sir. i-i’m only fifteen...sir.”

kisses teeth, “would you kill for my daughter?”

*beat of silence, two horrified teenagers*

scoffs, “pathetic. d/n choose a new partner.”

“dad!”

seems like a hard ass and is a hard ass but it’s completely out of love.

is 100% the dad that gives their daughter’s partner a hard time and will hold such a passive face that they’ll never know if he likes them or not, but overtime will start loosening up and accept them for who they are.

➝︎ jungkook

he was thoroughly surprised.

like...she might as well had told him she was pregnant.

jk needed a moment to comprehend that his daughter...his precious jewel was dating.

just the thought sent chills down his spine with his dramatic ass.

immediately demanded to meet the person who stole his daughter from him. and when he found out it was the bad kid from school??!!! mans was heated.

i mean really? the juvenile delinquent of ALL people?

he feels this way mainly because he remembers how he was as a kid and he knows how anal teenagers can be. really just wants the best for his kid.

is present for their first date. why is that? because it was at their house with him sitting on the opposite couch, watching them like a hawk as they attempted to watch a movie.

after that, his daughter had a serious talk with him about personal space and independence.

jungkook didn’t like the fact that he had to have this talk, but he understands it’s importance. him and his daughter have a sacred bond with one another that he doesn’t wanna risk breaking all because of his overprotectiveness.

that overprotectiveness does come in handy though because their daughters’ partner is always on time when it comes to getting her and dropping her off. honestly, if his daughter ever tried to convince their partner to skip curfew, their partner would text jungkook to snitch 💀

“so...you tried to skip curfew, eh?”

“wha-? how do you know this?!”

smirks, “i see all d/n. besides, your partner knows not to cross that line with me.”

“i literally cannot stand either of you.”

this has definitely led the daughter to question if she has a relationship or if her dad has a relationship with her s/o.

after about three months of them dating, jungkook turns into a pretty chill dad to be real. at that point, he understands that he can’t protect her from pain. so, he might as well just try his best to support his daughter through everything she does.

is 100% that is overly dramatic at first and comes off as incredibly scary but eventually comes down to earth and becomes a big teddy bear 🥰

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Use All of Me (P.5)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,889 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Notes: This relationship is going to go ~downhill~ from healthy really quick. Please do not read if that is going to offend you.

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You ate in silence at your dining table. Tears still stung at your eyes, no matter how you tried to hold them back. Your mind was racing, trying to still make sense of what had happened. Steve had never been that aggressive with you. Sure, he had been heated outside the club when he had found you flirting with Joseph. But he had not frightened you; he had not become an imposing shadow, stealing away your ability to speak what you felt.

He had not mentioned children more than a handful of times, commenting he wanted them. It had seemed harmless enough; wanting children was a normal ambition for people. But the way he reacted… he was showing a completely different side. Domineering. Maybe that is who he truly was and your defiance to his desire triggered it.

“That going down all right?” Steve questioned, genuine care in his tone, interrupting your thoughts.

“Obviously,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Steve stilled for a moment, tossing a scrutinizing look over at you. You ducked your head again, taking another bite. He waited a few moments, still studying you. When he turned away, you felt the tension relax in your frame.

You excused yourself to bed after finishing your soup. It was only 8:30pm but you just wanted to sleep. Steve informed you he was staying the night – not to your surprise.

He came up behind you, his strong arm wrapping around you. You sniffled and he peered over your shoulder. “Hey,” he said gently. His fingers came up underneath your chin, turning your head to look at him. “Oh, doll. I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I promise.” He was calm, caring just like you knew him to be. And that made the situation even more confusing, more tears overflowing. He leaned down, shushing you quietly, laying soft kisses along the side of your face. “You’re going to be okay. I’m not leaving. Okay?”

You licked your lips and whispered, “Okay.”

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Thankfully, you had Fridays off having a four ten-hour day schedule, so you did not have to suffer the embarrassment of calling in for the fourth day in a row. You did not think it was possible for you to keep yourself together if you had to explain to your boss why you were not coming in.

You slept in past 8:00am. How you had managed to sleep almost twelve hours was surprising but you amounted it to the stress.

When you came out of the bedroom, Steve was standing in the living room, staring out the window, on the phone. You saw there was a plate of pancakes and bacon – that is what had initially roused you from your sleep. You were a little queasy but the carbs might help make you feel better.

Steve heard the floor creak and he tossed you a smile in acknowledgment. “Yes, exactly. On Monday would be perfect. We can get everything packed up over the weekend.” You stilled, your eyes moving to his back. “And how much is that going to be? I can have the money wired or if you need a card the day of, that works too.”

You slowly sat down grabbing an empty plate and taking some of the pancakes slowly, focusing most of your attention on his conversation.

“Uh huh. Yep, that’s the address, correct. Steve Rogers.” He paused and chuckled. “Yes, I am. No. No, it’s not my place. It’s my girlfriend’s. Mhmm.”

You realized you had poured too much syrup on your pancakes, not paying attention. You swore under your breath quickly upturning the bottle to place it back on the table.

“Perfect. Thank you.”

He hung up, turning around to face you. “Oh, good. I made that for you.” He began texting.

“What… who were you talking to?” you asked.

“Moving service.”

“A moving service?”

Steve did not spare you a glance as he continued to type, “Yes. I want you to move in with me. It would make me feel more relaxed having you close.”

“I can’t move in with you.” That caught his attention. You swallowed sharply seeing the look on his face, but you pressed on, pointing out, “It’s too far away from work. That is a long commute for me.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You quit.”

Astounded at his nonchalant attitude about your career, you protested, “I don’t want to quit, Steve. I can still work. I’m pregnant, not disabled.”

“I’m sure you can,” he responded. “But I don’t want you to. And you don’t have to worry about doing it yourself. I already visited your employer this morning and let her know you wouldn’t be coming back. So, like I said, you quit.”

You felt like the air had been kicked out of you. You thought he had meant that you should quit, not that it had already been done. And done without your consent.

“You did what?” you asked in disbelief after a few moments of staring at him, gaping like a fish.

He stopped typing again and locked eyes with you. He explained slowly, “I went to your employer and explained to her you wouldn’t be coming back in. She understood.”

“She ‘understood’? What did you do?”

Steve narrowed his eyes, his hands dropping a little. He asked tensely, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Holding back an accusation of him being forceful, you instead switched gears to hopefully garner sympathy. “Steve! You… you probably just ruined my chances of getting a job again in this field. Word travels! I can’t just… quit! After being out of the office for three days. It’s not a good look!”

“This is how it was going to end up anyway. It just happened faster than planned.”

“How what was going to end up?”

“You were not going to be working forever. You don’t need to. Not if you’re married to me and we have children together.”

A scoff escaped, “I don’t remember being a part of that conversation. You’re taking everything away from me! And I’m sorry, marriage?”

He stalked over to the table, tossing his phone down. He placed his hands on the back of the char across from you, leaning on it. “Taking away from you? Y/N, I’m giving you everything!”

“How? By forcing me to have a child I am not sure I want? Or using your power to just up and quit my job – especially without my agreement? Making me move in with you – AGAIN, without my agreement? You’re making all these decisions about my life without speaking with me!”

“About our life, Y/N. This isn’t just about you. That’s a very childish way to think about it.” Your mouth fell open at that, him calling you selfish. He pointed at himself, “I am making all the hard decisions because you’re demonstrating to me you only want to take the easy way out. Is that how you solve problems, Y/N? I thought you more mature than that, but I have been proven wrong. It’s frankly disappointing.”

Scornfully, you asked, “Well, if you think me so immature, then why are you insisting we go through with this? I mean, what immature person could take care of a baby?”

“You’ll have help,” Steve said, piqued. “Pepper is giving me recommendations for nannies.” You scoffed again, looking away from him, trying not to cry from your frustration. Steve growled, “You should be grateful. With how loose you have shown yourself to be, it could have been anyone that knocked you up.” You snapped your head back to stare at him, hurt. He shook his head seeing your expression, his eyes cold. “Even after you showed you were all too ready to move on quickly and have another cock between your thighs as if I meant nothing, I forgave you. I had already fallen for you. I couldn’t let you slip away – I won’t let you slip away.” He pointed at you aggressively. “You should be thanking me, not backtalking me. I won’t tolerate it. Not from you. My patience is wearing thin, so drop the damn attitude! You hear me?”

You said nothing, glaring at him, biting your cheeks.

Steve said more forcibly, “Y/N, I expect a damn answer.”

Tightly, you got out through gritted teeth, “I heard you.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

“Good,” he said tersely. “You should think about what I said. I’m doing this for us.” He stared at you for a few more moments, as if he was waiting for you to retort something. You were past that, knowing it was not going to help you right now. He seemed satisfied with your silence, pushing away from the table and grabbing his phone. “Eat your breakfast.”

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Feet tucked up underneath you on the couch in front of the large fireplace, you texted Natalie.

What do you mean you quit?

Steve insisted I don’t have to work. I’m going to be taken care of.

So, you’re throwing your career away because you got pregnant? You do realize you can have both, correct?

Your instinct was to text back that you knew that, but you were afraid to. Because you were unsure if Steve would ask to see your phone and be irked by what he saw.

I know. Having some time off might be good during this though.

It’s going to be more than a year, Y/N. You’re going to lose a lot of time!

I know. But I’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.

It had been tense with Steve for the last few days, you feigning sickness more often than usual. You thought he could see through the charade but he did not call you out as a liar. It was going to come to a head at some point; his lust seemed to be insatiable. He had told you as such that he was craving you and could only handle so much time apart.

What you told Natalie was true, you were going to figure it out. It was too much at once. All these thoughts had been rushing through your mind. Was what he said right? It had gotten under your skin. At least in the sense that you were immature? There had to have been many people in your situation faced with this decision and so many sucked it up and grew up. Were you afraid of growing up and being a mother? Steve had taken you to the doctor earlier this morning to check on everything. You were over a month along, which means you had gotten pregnant very quickly.

You sighed, thinking for the umpteenth time that day if being pregnant with Steve was actually the end of the world or if you were making a bigger deal out of it than you needed to.

Bucky strolled into the room and you straightened up, quickly tucking your phone underneath your thigh. He noticed and cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. You gave him what you hoped was an innocent smile. Before, you would have welcomed his company with open arms but now you knew you needed to be guarded with them all. They were Steve’s friend’s, not yours.

“Steve around?” You shook your head. “Hmm, he say when he was gonna be back?”

“No,” you answered quietly.

Bucky was eyeing you and you tried to be calm underneath the scrutiny. You were not doing anything inherently bad texting your friends, but Steve had made it clear he did not want you divulging too much. You were sure the other Avengers were aware of this and agreed with him; their livelihood was at stake if you spoke or knew too much.

Coming over to the couches, Bucky sat close by, leaning back, arms draped over the back of the couch.

“How are you settling in?”

You shrugged, “Fine, enough. I guess.”

“You guess?”

“It happened really fast,” you offered.

Bucky hummed in acknowledgment, nodding. “Seems that’s how it goes most of the time.”

You did not like it moving fast, that was the problem.

“I’ll give you an update after it’s over,” you sighed.

“You sound miserable.”

You just averted your eyes, giving a slight shrug.

“You’ll get used to it, Y/N,” Bucky said reassuringly. “Steve cares a lot for you. And he’s always wanted a family. This is perfect for him, so he’s going to be a little intense. He’ll chill out. Trust me. I’m his best friend and all.”

Being bold, you locked gaze with him and said coolly, “I just wish I had some say in it. It is my body after all if everyone somehow forgot.”

Let him tell Steve that. Maybe it would sink in differently if it came from Bucky.

Bucky instead of looking taken aback, actually looked impressed. “There it is. That fire Steve said you had.” You were unsure if you should take that as a compliment or not. He shifted forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He pierced you with a serious look, “Some advice though… you did give yourself to him the moment you got in bed with him. He’s going to have final say, and as I’m sure you know, he doesn’t like pushback. And I’m sure not especially from you.”

Wasn’t that the truth.

“I would realign that fire to becoming the wonderful mother we all know you can be rather than resisting him. It won’t end well that way. He’s not a man to cross.” He paused before adding, “He’ll give you the stars as long as you do as he asks.”

You were quiet, letting what he said sink in.

Bucky sat in silence was well, watching you closely.

Was this going to just be your life now? Living in this large house, waiting for your child to arrive and then continue staying here, rearing children for Steve? Bucky’s point was clear: you were not leaving here, let alone him, unless Steve gave you permission to.

“I need time,” you said stiffly. “It is a lot to take in.”

“I’m sure. But you are in perfect hands.” He got up from the couch. “I’ll go wait in his study so I don’t continue bothering you.” His gaze flicked to where your cell phone was hidden for a split second.

You nodded in acknowledgment, electing to stay quiet as he walked past you towards the stairs.

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As soon as Bucky was in Steve’s office, he shot him a quick text.

She’s being sneaky about her phone.

It did not take long for Steve to respond.

Don’t worry about it. I’ll see if she says anything I don’t like. She’s being good so far.

Bucky snorted reading the text. “Sneaky bastard,” he muttered.

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A week later, Steve was at it again. He came up behind you in the bathroom mirror, his arms wrapping around you as you dried your face after your face scrub. His hands played with the hem of your short robe.

“Don’t,” you said, pulling away from him.

Steve’s face darkened and he grabbed your wrist, stopping your forward motion. He yanked you back to him and you winced at the tug. His hand came up to grip your other wrist, holding them in between you.

“What did we talk about, Y/N?”

You tried to pull away again and he held fast. You pleaded, “Steve. Please. I just want to sleep.”

“You had all day to sleep. And you’ll have all night after I’m finished,” he told you, pulling you closer. His forehead rested on yours, his eyes closed. “I haven’t seen you all day. But you didn’t leave my mind, baby.”

You swallowed sharply at his intimate confession.

His hands left your wrist, finding the ribbon on your robe instead and undoing it. He pushed the robe from your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He hummed in approval seeing the babydoll you were wearing; it was the pink, satin one you had put on when he had brought you home from your first date.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured.

You gave in, letting his tongue slip past your lips. Steve’s hand ghosted up your thigh underneath your babydoll and in between your thighs. He groaned against your lips, his fingers delving past your folds. His thumb caressed you, working you up, despite your initial disdain about being in his arms.

Steve picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. On your back on the bed, he slipped inside you. He did not draw it out, going right for it, panting and groaning above you. Steve always made sure you came before he did, his stamina being superior to yours. He held you close as you tightened around him, your legs quivering. When he came, his head fell beside yours, resting on the pillow. You were pinned beneath his immense weight for a minute before he pushed away from you, hovering overhead.

Steve trailed kisses down your abdomen, causing you to shiver.

“Can’t wait to see you heavy with my baby. You’ll look perfect,” he husked against your skin. “I love you so much.”

He meant it too. He did love you. And that did not bode well for you for whenever you did escape.

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Tags: @imsonick , @alexakeyloveloki, @kvzctam, @ironlady1993, @taintedgenre, @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

#steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark steve rogers #marvel fanfic #dark marvel fanfic #my shit

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gayestblogthesite · 3 years ago

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So idk if any of this makes sense but I fell in love with the movie verse for Resident Evil long before I fell in love with the games (the movies were cheesy but I think the games were too so let me have this they gave me a female main character okay) and as much as I love both, my brain is in constant overdrive to find out how to mesh the series all together.

Basically: my overall go-to theory is that the American west ended up the danger zone. Like hot areas, areas that couldn’t support themselves for growing food, areas like that, they would have ended up sorta wiped. Colorado (not only cause I live here and know there would be a million small communities with shotgun leaders around and pretty good environment for growing your own stuff, but also cause it was where Leon went for vacation in Vendetta) would probably be fairly normal, but anything further West and more desert would have gotten mostly wiped.

Washington would have mostly faced infrastructure issues and stuff because of less oversight over buildings when the government officials obviously leave them flailing, but the real reason that wasnt Claire and her convoy’s goal in this verse would have been that Arcadia is going around wiping out coastal states by letting loose zombies on them.

Okay so you might see that I’m basically converging them on Chris’s introduction to the movies in Los Angeles.

Basically, what I really want, is for Alice and confused Claire to get there, find Chris in the basement, and ask if they’ve seen Leon.

Who’s Leon, Claire asks. Chris is. Horrified. She doesn’t know who Chris and Leon are. Alice tentatively mentions that she knows further East where part of the world still thinks everything is normal (basically, I genuinely think there is a LOT of ‘there is no war in Ba Sing Se’ in the Resident Evil verses, and that would be interesting to see from both the apocalypse side, as well as the side where people pretend half the country wasn’t wiped out and if they just keep their heads low they might survive too) there are agents that go to new places that get the virus to try and suppress the BOWs and get survivors out.

Basically, Chris was sent to Los Angeles about a month ago when the real virus spread happened, and told to wait for Wesker to appear to get rid of him once and for all.

And he had been sent with Leon. Who’s been out there since Chris got locked up, trying to get in, and taking out a tidal wave of tyrants as they come in Wesker’s attempt to get rid of any survivors.

Leon manages to get in with Alice’s help later, but that still leaves the tyrant that was comin after them in the movie out there, so instead of them losing half the compound to a zombie attack, Leon pulls a Leon and manages to get the tank running to get them out.

But. They have to warn the survivors, that Arcadia… isn’t going to take them to safe waters. It’s a trap to grab the survivors from the city. Now that Chris and Leon (who looks like he hasn’t slept in a month and is sulkily sitting under Chris’s arm, offended that Claire doesn’t remember her brother in law, and upset at his husband being locked up for a month) are free tho, they’ll be able to get BSAA help there soon, to take them all and the survivors.

Alice (who’s still amazing and badass af and I think should get married to Claire so she can join the badass family thanks cause I ship Alice/Claire) and Chris and Leon and Claire (reluctantly, until she sees K-Mart, who’s her DAUGHTER) take down Wesker and get rid of him for good for once, and BSAA finally gets there and starts ferrying the survivors back to the East and that’s it. Alice still goes off to find the cure (I’ve decided it’s not just T virus cure, because there are other viruses too, and I understand why the movie couldn’t put so many in, but it would be a progenitor virus cure, since that means it essentially shuts down the virus itself) and face off with Dr Issacs, but then the world is slowly healing and she can come home to her wife and daughters. Thank you for your wasted time.

#resident evil #movie game crossover #alice abernathy #claire redfield #Claire gets her memories back and remembers she has nieces and a brother in law #clairice aberfield #clairice #leon kennedy #chris redfield #chreon

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justleaf · 3 years ago

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Summary

Geralt POV where he has to keep an eye out for Iorveth and Roche while they [banana].

Content Background

So. Yeah. Geralt never left the room in Chapter 14 because it would have been suspicious AF to see a witcher loitering outside a room. I'd written a few sentences from his POV but then decided to yeet it in the name of 💖 soft angst 💖. Enjoy Geralt's utter confusion.

Original Fic

It Took Years

Length

900 words

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Iorveth sought him out of the blue and that was the beginning of Geralt’s incredibly confusing night. Save for the errant wraith or the knights of the order, there were few monsters and even fewer that required the hand of the witcher in Novigrad.

But the elf’s request wasn’t one that he had expected: Help me talk to Vernon Roche.

He had resisted - vehemently and firmly - even though Iorveth claimed to just want to talk. There was no way he was risking the life of a friend who had his back even when he’d left him back at Flotsam. The elf tried first to convince him and then switched to smooth-talking him, and when he finally played the favour card, Geralt found himself out of ways to turn him down. Iorveth had helped him find Triss in the tangled underworld of Novigrad and he resigned himself to the extremely convoluted plan.

“Why do we need to pretend to have dinner first,” Geralt asked, not entirely opposed to the idea but finding it quite odd.

“Shake off suspicion.”

“Suspicion? Who’s suspicious of Roche?”

“Many,” he glossed over like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Geralt was momentarily startled. Roche was hated, but it wasn’t like the Scoia’tael would lose their minds over Iorveth strolling up to him and having a conversation, right?

Right?

“Anyway,” he continued without missing a beat, “we’re going to have dinner and chat a bit. You’re going to pretend to need to get something from your room and I’m going to follow you. Then you’re going to stand guard at the door and make sure no one is listening in or sees us.”

“Mm.”

“Now let’s go.”

Geralt didn’t think the worst of it. The dinner itself was quite nice and Iorveth was more than happy to oblige his questions about Est Tayiar. Then came the kick under the table and he pretended quite loudly to need to show Iorveth a bunch of notes he’d found in the ruins. He let his nose guide them up to Roche’s room and kept his fists loose and his stance tense as they entered, fully expecting a bloodbath.

Except Roche was now trading the biggest favour he owed him and Geralt didn’t understand. The Blue Stripes commander had saved his life, and in exchange he wanted him to act as a guard dog for eight minutes? The deal hardly seemed even and he panicked when Roche grabbed Iorveth by the collar and pushed him up against the wall. Geralt took a step forward and reached out to pluck him off the elf, but stopped when the man leaned in and kissed his nemesis instead. He was holding him like his life depended on it, his cold facade ripped to shreds and his expression one of tender warmth that Geralt had never thought him capable of.

Even then, he was still having trouble comprehending what he was seeing.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself and turned to face the door when the towel dropped to the floor, tuning his senses outwards as he tried to ignore the sighs of the lovers. His mind was a complete and utter mess - constantly torn between casting Axii on the occasional person that passed, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, keeping track of the time, and attempting very hard not to get turned on. It was impossibly difficult, what with the obscene whispers that were incredibly loud to his senses and the sharp scent of arousal that drenched the still air of the room.

It felt like eternity and when they’d hit the minute mark, Iorveth was suddenly claiming Roche and Geralt felt his mind melt from the sheer overload of information. Vernon Roche. Iorveth. Together. In some kind of secret relationship where they couldn’t meet under normal circumstances even though they clearly wanted each other. And they were in so deep, Geralt didn’t know how the hell they were going to get out of it.

For the first time in years, he said a silent prayer to Melitele for his sanity. He needed answers, but he needed to get that idiot elf out first before they were compromised.

"Iorveth, we need to go. Now," he interrupted and crossed the room in a few steps to tap the elf on the shoulder. He glanced down at Roche - entirely on accident - and his heart ached at the sight of the commander. He looked torn, overwhelmed, wanting and very obviously in love. Geralt was briefly reminded that he was a fraction of his age, and very much a young man compared to himself and Iorveth.

He snuck a look at Iorveth too and held back a deep sigh. He mirrored every emotion and a thousand more, a maelstrom brewing in his eye and his frustration painted in the deep frowns of his face. The elf barely laced up his trousers when Geralt grabbed the hook of his arm, dragged him out of the room and straight out of the inn without any resistance from Iorveth. Their path took him by a human he hadn't noticed earlier and an elf on the other side of the street; informants, no doubt, and he wondered just how far gone these two were. He intended to find out as he dragged Iorveth onto the empty bridge where he couldn’t detect any life within earshot.

"Explain yourself," he demanded and Iorveth just stared at the ground like his entire life was about to come crumbling down.

#cut content #iorveth x roche #iorveth #vernon roche #witcher 2 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #it took years

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archester-creations · 3 years ago

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Remembrance

Whatever that Tsukasa kid said, this was still Mitsuba. Still the same girly punk with the attitude. Still the same person who almost immediately mocked him for his fashion choices. Lame ass traffic earring. It was him. Kou could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Heavy and loud.

Lame ass traffic earring.

He stalked up to Mitsuba, grabbed his upper arm and pulled him close to look in his eyes. The same pink, pink, pink eyes he’d noticed when he’d captured him the first time they met. “Uh, hi. Do you… need something?” There wasn’t any recognition in them. Kou’s hand tightened.

“Oh, I understand now.” Mitsuba put his free hand up to his mouth, failing to hide a smile. “You’re captivated by my cuteness. And, by the way, that earring is way stupid.”

At the words, Kou glanced in his peripheral to his earring. He looked back at Mitsuba. And said something he never really considered he’d be saying. “Whatever.” He took a breath, a pause, and repeated Mitsuba’s first words to him back. A mirror of words in a boundary of mirrors. “Don’t you remember who I am?”

“Huh?” Mitsuba looked at him, eyes full of confusion. “What do you mean? Why would I know you? Who the hell are you?”

Just like that, Kou could feel his heart shatter. This was Mitsuba. Everything about him shouted that, even without the clothes he’d known him in. Even with the weird feathers in his hair. Kou looked down at the arm in his hand. At some point, he’d drifted till he held Mitsuba’s wrist. Even with the clawed hand that poked out like a bird’s talons where a human hand once was. All of that didn’t erase that this was Mitsuba. That it had to be.

The boy who’d smiled brightly at him as he told him that he was taking a picture of something important. Who’d somehow made him care so much about him in only a few hours-

“Hey, are you done with that?” Mitsuba asked quietly, frowning. “Can I have it back please? Just let go.” He gently pulled his hand away from Kou’s sudden loose grip.

“Wait-”

-And who’s death he still saw in his dreams.

“Stop!” Desperation crawled up his throat. He just got him back . If he let go- He couldn’t- Get up, Mitsuba. This is- it isn’t you. This isn’t my buddy. Mitsuba is- He’s a stuck-up, pretentious, super girly, selfish, moody af punk, and he would never stay this quiet for so long! And he- He’s a camera nerd. He can be so dramatic. He’s fake when he’s picked on. And- and he’s my friend! My annoying friend with the biggest heart. Mitsuba!

He couldn’t let him go again. Not again. Before Mitsuba could get away he grabbed his hand in a tight grip. “Don’t go yet!”

“Woah, what the heck is your problem??” Mitsuba asked and there was a tinge of worry in his voice, a tinge of fear. Kou ignored it, alone with the hot tears that threatened at the corners of his eyes. He pulled him closer. When he was close enough, Kou gripped his face in a hand. Cold cheeks squished between his fingers.

“You know me,” Kou said, leaving no room for argument. There wasn’t one. They knew each other. It’d only been for a few hours but… “My name is Kou Minamoto. I know you know me. Think about it you dumb girly punk!” It wasn’t thought out. It wasn’t planned. But Mitsuba was there and he was real and Kou just needed him to remember. He just…

He was there and he was real and Kou couldn’t lose him again. Couldn’t let him slip back out of his hold. Kou surged forward. The kiss was too hard. Their teeth clashed. A hint of copper entered his mouth and he knew he’d split his own lip. But he’d spent too many nights crying over him to care. It didn’t have to be perfect.

Mitsuba pushed him away, floating from the railing with the movement as Kou’s butt hit the floor. “Pervert!” The boy almost screeched. And Kou choked on a wet laugh. “Is that what you do? Not enough to capture poor, sweet, innocent boys but you have to steal their first kisses too?! Do you get off on this, huh? Is this a kink or something?”

He stood up. And stretched back out for Mitsuba. The boy had drifted closer, probably without even realizing. “That was your first kiss?”

“Yeah and it was terrible! You did it way too hard and it hurt and it wasn’t even romantic enough for a cute boy like me-” Kou pulled him back in by the cheeks, careful with the pressure this time. Their teeth didn’t clack. Mitsuba didn’t push him away. It was soft. Just a gentle press of lips. Warm against cold. When he pulled back, Mitsuba was red.

For a moment, the silence stretched. Then all hell broke loose. “That wasn’t a request for another one, shitty traffic earring! You really do get off on this, don’t you?! Defiling cute boys! Is that what you do in your spare time?? You trick them by being all nice to them and steal their first kisses without even asking? You’ve probably got a camera or something with you too, huh? Gonna post it on your porn website??”

Kou laughed. He really couldn’t help it. The sound was loud, and wet, and probably a little rude. But it felt good to be yelled at by Mitsuba again. It felt good in a way he wouldn't of imagined. Like a warm shower over his heart. Relief . Because there was no way that wasn't still Mitsuba, just like he'd originally thought. Like he knew .

“Why are you laughing???” Mitsuba glared at him, miffed.

“Do you- do you remember me?” Kou asked softly. Because he had to check again. Had to be sure he did remember him and it wasn't just a stranger he'd allowed to kiss him a second time. A stranger he stayed close to. Even if he likely didn't notice. His thumb rubbed against Mitsuba’s cheek because the other boy had yet to pull away.

“Stealing lines, too? Of course I remember you, you kidnapped me!”

Kou blinked. “What?! No I didn’t!”

“Well what else do you call tying up a poor defenseless spirit and dragging them around the school?” Mitsuba pouted at him, arms curled up close to his chest, under his chin.

“I was trying to help you!” Kou defended himself. The words flickered and turned sour on his tongue after being out in the world for only a few seconds.

Things are different now. And it’s all thanks to you.

“... why wouldn't I remember you?” Mitsuba asked quietly, his head tilted down. “You're my first friend.” Kou squeezed Mitsuba’s hand and the first of the tears made a track down his face. They echo the shine he can see in the eyes he can barely make out behind a fringe of pink.

“Yeah, I am.” His words echo the quiet. Though Kou’s not sure if it's to preserve the moment or because the tears have made his throat feel choked and his volume won't go any louder as a result.

And then, all hell breaks loose for a second time. In a way he doesn't think he'll ever grow comfortable with. Not when it includes Mitsuba.

“All right! I knew I could make an artificial human! Or, artificial spirit. If he has memories of living, does it really matter?”

Mitsuba shoves him away and hands pull him through a mirror before Kou can get a firm grip on him and take him away from this boundary with the creepy boy who looks too much like Hanako and recreates spirits just to see if he can.

#mitsukou #toilet bound hanako kun #mitsuba sousuke #minamoto kou #kou minamoto #sousuke mitsuba #toilet bound #fluff #angst #hell of mirrors #hell of mirrors pt 2 #writings

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izzy-b-hands · 3 years ago

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Still high, and emotional abt that SR baby AU again lmaooo

Cuz I started thinking abt SR3 and *ouch* my heart if I do a version of this AU that follows canon

I'm loose here on the timeline but you've got this kid who's lost one adoptive parent/guardian in Aisha and one uncle figure in Carlos by the end of canon SR2, and then is all of maybe 3? 4? When it appears they lose one of their adoptive dads in Johnny, and it leaves an utterly wrecked Ellis to try and keep running the Saints while also dealing with a confused and sad toddler. Cuz like I remember my cousins at that age, ya know? And they know if someone is gone, but they don't get death yet really.

Like canon SR3 already breaks my heart, but my AU here breaks it an extra degree because like. There's So Much happening in SR3 as it is, that I can see a lot of babysitting Shaundi and Pierce coming through because what other option do they have? The Boss only trusts certain Saints with the kid now, somewhat understandably considering how bad the intro events of the game went, and that's mostly them. (Plus the image of Pierce with like a purple saints branded car seat in his car for the kid is adorable af, and Shaundi who's all business as long as she's distracted from thinking abt Johnny being gone using babysitting as a way to try and apologize to Johnny because she wrongly blames herself for his appeared to be death!!!)

And kids that age accidentally ask like. The best and silliest but also most accidentally serious and painful questions sometimes, and it isn't malicious! They just are curious and don't have that social filter to know that some questions we don't ask or not in certain situations, so on and so forth

Like I know I've already said but god a canon following version of this AU is all pain. Specifically thinking on my boss Ellis being as wrecked as Shaundi by the loss but trying to hold it together, and doing pretty okay whenever he's around others, until the kid looks up all innocent and asks daddy Ellis if daddy Johnny is coming home soon, because she wants to show him her new room in the Steelport apartment (and eventually in all of the crib locations too, all covered in drawings made for Ellis and Shaundi and Pierce and Johnny and even Aisha and Carlos, though the latter two the kiddo remembers mostly in what Ellis can tell them, about how dearly they cared for the kid too.)

Like. Parents deal with hard situations but a question like that would just be shattering, especially if one is already grieving hard. I want to think I would write Ellis never breaking down in front of the kid because that's like the ideal, but I don't think that would be a realistic way to write it. I don't think any parent would want to break down and be visible to their kid during it (tho there's a whole discussion to be had there abt healthy shows of vulnerability around kids but I digress), but everyone's human and life doesn't play out ideally every time.

And that's even worse because ya know how kids that age are. Little copy bots, so like. There's a little hand patting Ellis's back, and 'is okay, Daddy' and a tiny hug, and I think any full fic I write abt this along this line would only end in tears: probably me and Ellis lmaooo

Just. SR3 is played for all haha dick joke tiddies but if you look aside from that at the base story a non comedic version of this would be just a sad painful drama with a layer of weird sci fi intrigue, with an extra layer of keeping a kid safe and happy and healthy in this AU. I know it's Not That Deep, but at the same time it absolutely can be if I want for a version of this AU and it's So Much qkdbkfngk

#text post #i apologize for this long post at four am bjt I'm still high and having emotions abt johnny gat #and this au #and also i found a rat plushie thats purple and i absolutely wanna get jt and name kt Johnny Rat #unrelated technically but equally important to be known

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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What the ever loving hell!

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER DEATH CURE

COUPLE NEWT X READER

RATING ADORABLE AF

I sat with y/n at one time the only girl I knew in the world, she was always sweet as sugar back in the glade and even though the horrors we had all insured she never completely lost that sweetness. She sat on the rocks as we watched the water, doing some repair work for some clothes as she always did. I kept my eyes on the water trying not to think of minho and what those bastards could be doing to him.

"Fry? You seen tommy about?" Newt asked as he came over his hands in his pockets

"He was with Brenda last I saw him" I shrugged

"These gone of with Brenda. For a drive" y/n giggled

"Alright, thanks" he waves before heading back to whatever he was doing, I smiled a little see y/n and newts faces flash red when they spoke to each other. Newt and y/n have been smitten on each other since the moment they saw each other, when she came up in the box one chilly rainy morning, and newt climbed in to get her. But as soon as she arrived alby became very harsh in his rule of no dating gladers, so the two of them never really did much about it, even if everyday I would sit listening to his much of a crush she had on him and every evening listening to him go on about his crush on her. Newt did say he was going to tell her the night before we left the maze but he chickened out. Since then they both just sort of lived with it even if they both clearly liked each other very much.

"Talk to him" I told her

"I do talk to him" she says

"Y/n, properly talk to him. Why don't you tell him? There are no rules now, no wicked around."

"I can't"

"Why not?"

".... He doesn't like me"

"Y/n. Trust me newt likes you I've been telling you this for the last two years that he likes you. Go on give it a shot" I told her

"Your right fry" she giggled putting her work away "I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna walk right up to that blonde boy and I'll… uhhh I have no idea what I'll do."

"Tell him, tell him everything you've told me"

"Okay, see you later" she giggled giving me a hug before she ran off to find newt.

I laughed watching the water, he'd probably have a heart attack knowing she likes him back, and she'll go all giggly, or he'll pick her up and cuddle her and give her a thousand little kisses, or get in one knee and propose on the spot, or maybe run off to his hammock to make up for lost time. I thought I'd leave them too it no matter what happens.

I finished up dinner and was about to go see Thomas to see what him a Brenda got up to today, but I should really check up on y/n and newt, now where would they be? Maybe in newts hammock cuddling and kissing or maybe y/n's tent talking about all the things they told me when they where apart. But as I looked around I saw newt.

So I went over, "hello lover boy" I laughed

"What?" He asked sounding a lost as he turned to see me "what are you bloody on about fry?"

"Where Is she?" I laughed

"Where's who?"

"Y/n"

"Oh." He said the colour draining from his face "how should I know?" He said avoiding my question and my eyes

"Ooohh? Relax I won't tell anyone you who's secrets safe with me" I laughed

"No fry" he snapped

"Newt… what happened?" I asked a little worried forcing him to look at me, he was pale, his cheeks had tear stains, he looked like he was fighting back tears as he stood there

"Nothing. I just… I don't wanna talk about y/n. Okay" he says pushing me away and matching off to his hammock

I went as quickly as I could across camp to y/n's tent the moment I was outside I could hear crying, I went in and saw her on her bed in tears,

"Y/n? What happened?" I asked her sitting beside her pulling her into a hug

"Newt… newt said, he has never liked me, that he'd never be with someone like...like me," she cried I held her close as she cried doing my best to make her feel better, I was so confused what on earth was going on! Once I did my best to comfort her I got up and marched with purpose across camp to the little meeting room, empty but newt sat looking over things I slammed the door going over to him and slappihis stupid blonde head so hard he fell of his hair

"OWW! what the bloody hell fry!" He complained

"What the ever loving hell!" I yelled

"What?"

"What the hell did you do to her!"

"Look fry it's complicated…"

"No, newt straight fucking answers what did you do to her!"

"Nothing…"

"Nothing! Then why is she in tears you british idiot!"

"Look I can explain"

"Explain! You broke her fucking heart! Her sweet sugary little heart! And you've smashed it! All those nights you kept me up passing around telling me how much you liked her, how you'd sell your soul for her, give anything to be with her, and you go ahead and break her heart!"

"You think I don't know what I've done!" He yelled tears slipping down his cheeks "you think I wanted to. You think I'm happy she's crying because of me. You think i can bare to watch that girl cry"

"Then why'd you do it"

".... I had to"

"What the hell is going on with you newt?"

"Its complained fry."

"Newt. Everything is fucking complicated. Just tell me" I said sitting down and offering him the other chair, he took it wiping his tears and sniffling "straight answers okay?"

"Okay"

"Did you really like y/n?"

"Of course I did"

"Do you still?"

"Of course I do… fry. I love her."

"Then why did you break her sugary little heart?"

"Because I love her. Because I love that girl more then anything, and I can't bare to watch her suffer for anything."

"You can't bare to watch her suffer? She's in tears newt!"

"I know. But I had to."

"Why did you do it?" I asked him "If you love her, then why did you break her heart?"

"Fry. What I tell you… can't leave this room?"

"When has anything you've ever told me. You know I can keep your secrets"

He nodded and pulled up his sleave showing the crawling black vains climbing up his arm I was in shock, frozen unsure how to react. "Turns out. Not all of us where immune. Some of us where just to tell the difference, I'm infected fry. Badly. From my estimates I've got about nine months before I loose everything , before I turn and become one of those nrewing, biting, screaming shells of people." He explained "less before I start to lose my mind" he explained "I'm already getting wild mood swings" he says

"So you… you broke her heart-"

"So she doesn't have to watch me turn. So she'll forget me. So it won't shatter her when I turn. So she doesn't have to suffer through this with me. I broke her heart… so she can move on, a beautiful girl like that deserves to be happy, to have someone who loves her, and will be able to be with her, and raise a family with her. And… and I can give her that. Even if I want to… she deserves much more than I can give her. So… I'll let her go. So she can move on, and have a happy life without me" he explained

"Newt… we, we could cure you."

"There is no good damn cure fry. Too late anyway, even If there was a cure I've hurt the only girl I care about too much to want to be alive. I wouldn't want to still be around having hurt her this way" he says

"Newt… did. Do you mean that?" I heard and we saw that the door was y/n.

"Y/n!.... I uhh I umm" he stuttered

"Please newt, did you mean all that?"

"Every word. Y/n… love I've adored you since the moment I saw you, dreamed of you, admired you from a afar to stave off albys rage, I passed for hours thinking about you, I was worried sick when they took you away from us, I didn't eat didn't sleep until we found you again. And… if I could, I would spoil you, and make you smile every single day, i'd do anything you asked of me for the rest of our lives, make you my wife, give you a house, children all the things you've ever wanted. But… but I can't. I'm dying y/n. I can't bare to put you through it, for you to care about me while I turn, to abandon you, you deserve better then that… better, then me" he explained taking her hand

"Newt. I don't want any of that, I just want to be able to spend time with you, to hold you and kiss you like I've always dreamt of. I don't care if we have an hour, a week, a year or the rest of time so long as I get to spend it with you"

"It's not fair of you to love me, when I'm destined to go insane, to infect you too, to break your heart and abandon you"

"Let me be the one to decide that. Not you." She says

"I can't ask you to be with me, when I know I'll have to leave you"

"We'll figure it out, and I'd you do have to go. Then… I'll see you again, eventually." She giggled

"Are you sure? You could ever love a crank like me?"

"I already do" she smiled hugging him tightly

"I'll leave you two alone" I laughed heading out, and as I did I spotted Thomas across the way so I headed over "hey Thomas? You know how Brenda is like… basically fine now?"

"Yeah?" He shrugs

"What happened in that tent?"

"Wh… what tent" he said sheepishly

"The one at right arms first camp you idiot"

"Oohh. I thought. Nevermind, yeah she took some blood mixed some blue goo and infected her with it now she's fine"

"Could you if we got Vince to help do that again?"

"I don't see why not? Why?'

"Because, newt's infected and him and y/n finally figured out they love each other"

"Took long enough, yeah sure let's go get him" he shrugs getting up so I lead him back to the meeting room where I left them but they where stood cuddled up together kissing and slightly crying "should we shop them?"

"I'd give them another five minutes" I sighed "come on let's go find vince maybe by then they can bare to part each other for five minutes" I laughed

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right i know i said i would make this mega juicy but the sad boi hours hit and... well. just read it.

i’m sorry.

You thought you wanted to escape.

You thought you wanted to be free.

You thought you wanted to be alone.

Tradegy only strikes when the mind and soul are in disilusionment; when the body is so preoccupied chasing its lust that it refuses to listen to its reason.

Blind.

rating: Mature/Explicit (had descriptions of blood and violence etc and depressive/dark thoughts)

- please be warned this chapter is sad af, so if you can’t/do not want to read about sad boi hours please do not read

word count: 4,940

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You didn't bother sleeping that night, your mind was too busy thinking of ways to escape the Mandalorian.

You were nothing but cheated, it felt like. And upon further contemplation, you'd practically convinced yourself that you didn't mean anything to him and that he'd just played you as everyone else had. There were no feelings, no personal sentiments, no attachment between him and you; and it hurt. He'd gotten what he wanted, and would continue to control and manipulate you behind your back, clutching your sense of freedom and chaining you to the cold confines of the Razor Crest.

You didn't want to believe this, though. You wanted more than anything for your mind to be playing tricks on you, and for your feelings, your true hidden feelings to be true. You wanted him to want you, to trust you. you wanted to work as a team, a power-couple you could say. But the fact of the matter at hand is that Mando had no interest in you helping him, working or even having any sort of independence at all.

You felt so confused.

On one hand, you wanted to stay, to give in and just be the stay at home babysitter Mando wanted you to be. But on the other hand, you wanted to finally be free, to do what you want and just go wild. Gideon had awoken something deep, something dark within you and you knew it'd only be a matter of time before you couldn't contain it anymore. You had to get out and release some energy - you wanted to on Nevarro but Din had stopped you, and you wanted to the other day when he left for his bounty, but yet again Mando demanded you stay on the ship.

It was suffocating.

Your choice was clear. You only really had one option, run. Run as far and as fast as you can. he was one of the best trackers in the galaxy, but you were a vicious machine bred and trained, ruthless and aggressive. You would do anything to taste the sweet buzz of adrenaline again, to feel truly alive once more. You were addicted to it, the smell of violence tugged at your heart, and the sadistic bite of pain made your insides twist and turn in with-drawl. You really couldn't control it any longer. The sweet temptations of the galaxy before you we're all-encompassing.

Back to the plan. It was night, the ship was sunken into the blanket of night. You checked the wall clock, 02:19AM. Perfect; Din would be asleep around now and locked away in his cabin with the Kid - that meant no distractions. You quietly slid out of the bed, silently slipping on your trousers, tunic and everything else you'd need - both your thigh knife holsters and the chest cueress. you slid on the poncho Mando had let you borrow to keep warm and slowly left the cabin.

And you were practically on autopilot. You made no sound as you edged around the hull - ensuring you missed furniture and loose bits of metal as you had memorised the ship in the little time you'd spent on it. You found yourself stood just outside of Din's cabin, right next to the weapons cabinet. You had one shot at this, and you prayed to the maker above that he was in a deep enough sleep to not wake up to the sound of you ransacking his weapons stash. As quietly as you could, you tapped the code into the keypad to the right and the doors swung open, you caught them before they made the classic tap against the wall of the ship.

You didn't have much time, hurry.

You eyed the contents and quickly grabbed the two Karambit knives Mando had gifted you, along with the bag and belt of throwing knives, and two combat Beskar knives too. You *borrowed* a couple of charges as well as a blaster, which you hastily tucked into the back of your pants. You eyed the cupboard for something to holster it in, and you found yourself lucky as you grabbed a secondary thigh holster. You're pretty sure it was one of Mando's shin holsters he used for the Vibro-blade that sat tucked in his boot, but it'd hold the blaster for now and it was small enough to wrap the upper part of your thigh. Perfect. You needed credits too - you hated having to steal from Din, but if you had any chance of getting off if this rock without him, you had to do what was necessary; so you took the bag of credits sat comfy in the corner of the cupboard and emptied a few into your hands. You took what you needed and placed the credits into the pouch with the throwing knives.

With as much caution as before, you closed the doors to the cupboard, to then hastily make your way to the kitchen. You grabbed what you could that was at hand, a few protein bars, an empty flask and a dried packet of fruit. You didn't fill up the flask as you knew the sound of running water would wake Din up - you could find somewhere on the way. He'd left a shoulder satchel in the corner of the room and you swung it over your shoulder, placing more food and other bits into it as stealthily as you could.

You'd got everything you needed, now came the hard part. You crept out of the kitchen and into the main hull, quietly stepping until you were face to face with the ramp. You knew this would wake him up, but you were betting on the fact that he was either in really, really deep sleep or he would be too slow getting up and out to catch the direction you'd be leaving. That was another thing.

Where would you go?

You thought back to your survival training and countless hours spent tracking, stalking targets. You could do this, you were more than qualified. trust in yourself.

You took a deep breath before punching the code into the keypad for the ramp. the loud whir of electric motors grinding into life reverberated through the hull, and you didn't miss the distinctive clash and thud of Din falling out of his bed and trying his best to put his armour on.

But he was too slow.

By the time he'd gotten into the cockpit and aimed his blaster, you were gone.

---

You ran like your life depended on it - well, it pretty much did because you knew if Din caught up to you you were practically dead anyway. The man had pretty good taps on his temper but you were sure that he would just about lose his shit if he got hold of you. And that adrenaline, that fantastic sick rush is what fuelled you to run, and run, and run.

Luckily you had been quick enough to leave the ship, and Din didn't manage to get a grip on which direction you'd left - but you knew he had some sort of tracking gadget in that metal lid of his so you would have to be smart. Find somewhere busy and mix up the tracks, maybe even switch out your footwear or - wait, you could carve a new tread into the soles of your boots; perfect. But not now, because if he was tracking you he'd instantly notice the change - you needed commotion to confuse and render his tracking software useless.

You'd been running for around an hour now - more than your body would normally be able to cope with at this tempo, but you couldn't rest, you had to find a way off of this planet. You took a second to take in your surroundings. The heavy bushland had initially thickened into a desolate forest, but after some time you found the tree density to be thinning out, and after another half hour of running you found yourself at the back entrance to some sort of settlement or town.

You took a second to compose yourself, it was still incredibly early in the morning, but you didn't have time to wait.

You strode into the town, and it became apparent quite quickly that luck was on your side. As you peered around the corner the lights of a shipyard lit up in the far distance of the settlement. It wasn't anything big, but it was enough - a couple of ships lay dormant in the 5 or 6 bays at the far end of town.

You'd never stolen a ship before.

Trying not to act suspicious in case anyone was watching, you walked down through the main street of the town. The grass and moss had all but withered away into a solid dirt track, and the huts made of wood from the forest trees littered the surrounding landscape. It was quiet but serene, and you definitely felt a pang of guilt knowing that you were not the type of person that would be welcome here, you'd only cause trouble; and by the looks of things, they didn't get much trouble around here. Eventually, you found yourself at the entry of the shipyard and you let your eyes roll over the selection of docked ships. Instantly you knew two of the prospective six were off-limits as their owners sat outside, slumped over in their chairs next to each other - and by the looks of the empty bottles of alcohol, they were out for good. This was ideal, things couldn't be better. As you scanned the area, you noticed the ship you'd be taking.

It was an odd shape, but for some reason or another, you couldn't help but feel like you'd seen it before. It was definitely familiar, but from where you wouldn't know. It had a long snout of sorts and was sharp and precise in its craftsmanship. On either side, long triangles perched high, like ears. It was definitely unique, but it was in tidy condition and would do for what you needed.

Taking another look around, you quietly made your way over. To your astonishment, the ship was left unlocked. Surely a ship of this condition wouldn't be left in such a state of complete in-security? Either way, finders keepers.

You pressed the button to open the ramp and quickly made your way inside as it closed behind you. You hurried into the cockpit, instantly recognising the universal controls and powering the ship on. You clicked the holo-map and found the quickest path out of the atmosphere into space, you could worry about where to go later, you just needed to get off the ground. Flipping the switch for the thrusters, you felt the blazing roar of engines vibrate the cockpit and before you could think twice about what you were doing, you'd pulled the control arm back and were lifting into the sky. Turning the ship in a 180 away from the direction of the Razor Crest, you edged your way out from the dock and into the pre-planned flight path you'd programmed just moments before.

And just like that, you were gone. ---

Din awoke to the sound of the Razor Crest ramp opening, and before he could even register what he was doing, he was clumsily stumbling out of his bed and onto the hard dura-steel floor. The Kid awoke with a startled cry, and the bashing and clanking of Beskar being hurriedly worn didn't help matters - he could sense something was wrong. But Din wasn't fast enough, as when the door to his cabin opening and he strode out, blaster pointed and finger itching on the trigger, the hull was empty.

Odd, there's no one here, why - wait.

Din ran over to your cabin but knew better than to barge in. Instead, he hastily rapped his knuckles against the door.

"Hey! Wake up, did you open the ramp, are you ok?" Nothing. Dead silence. He tried again, this time knocking harder and with a bit more haste. "HEY! GET UP," and again, there was no response. Something wasn't right. He knew that breaking into your room was a complete breach of your privacy, but he'd rather deal with the consequences of your wrath than find you hurt, or worse. He shot the blaster into the keypad of the door and it flew open, but what he found was not what he expected. He expected you to either be asleep or to even be mid-fight with an intruder. Not for you to not be there.

This was worse, so much worse.

He turned and punched the side of the wall, groaning out in both parts pain from the impact of his knuckles against the dura-steel, and part from the rage and frustration at the realisation that this was his fault.

You'd left him.

The only person he could ever confide in, to let his guard down and allow himself to have some sort of pleasure in life; the only person he trusted, and you were gone. He didn't have time for this though, he had to find you, apologise, just do something. He couldn't let you just walk away from this, you'd been through too much together, and if you weren't there with him, he couldn't protect you. He'd nearly lost you once, he couldn't do it again.

He all but ran to the weapons locker, grabbing his pulse rifle and a few charges, the usual load-out he would take when tracking a bounty - and that's what he supposed this was, it was his job to track people, its all he'd ever done. Yet he still felt as nervous as his first time - what if he didn't find you?

And then the question of *why* burned its way to the front of his mind. What had he done to push you away like this? Yes, you'd shared a few intimate moments, but he was under the impression that, well, you enjoyed it just as much as he did... what had he done so wrong to make you want to leave, without even saying goodbye? He understood you were frustrated with him for stopping you from coming with him, but he only wanted what was best for both you and the Kid - taking you both with him was just not on the cards, even on a safe planet like this. You were more than capable of holding your own, that was made evident by the way you handled the Bounty that he'd brought back not a few hours ago. It was incredible, the way you moved so effortlessly but with clear, unhinged violence; it was beautiful, *you* were beautiful - yet he hated the ironic bond you shared with aggression and beauty - it was like you couldn't have one without the other, that your DNA was composed of the complicated connection both traits possessed and any attempt to strip or mutate your makeup would ruin you. Deep down he wished you weren't as skilled as you were because then he would have a reason other than his own selfishness to tell you to stay behind. But, he didn't... you were made to fight like he was, and he was being the biggest damn hypocrite by denying your basic rights to freedom.

He had to put these feelings aside. Focus on the task at hand - finding you and making sure you were safe. He would turn this galaxy upside down, wreak undying havoc among those that stopped him from getting to you.

He had to hunt like his life depended on it.

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You had safely made it out of the upper atmosphere and were now sat comfortably in the vacuum of space. Your fingers trailed the star map in front of you - desperate to find somewhere to bunker low, maybe even take on some underground work and earn a few extra credits, just enough to tide you over so you can resupply and form a contingency plan.

Yavin...nope, Hoth...nope, Mustafar, definitely not...Tatooine...

Tatooine.

Perfect.

You'd heard of the secluded little dust planet on the outer rim, and it was notorious for its harbouring of the Hutts and criminals alike. That's exactly what you were looking for, you'd fit right in; plus you knew it'd be easy to get work, maybe even an underground bounty or two?

You punched in the flight plan and took a swig of water from the flask you'd just recently filled up. you had struck gold with this ship - it was full of food and medical supplies, and even had an impressive cabinet of weapons too. it was exactly what you needed. So, without hesitation, you were off.

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You honestly thought he'd have found you by now, but you mused the growing fear that maybe you were right.

He didn't care about you.

It had been eight months now and Din still hadn't shown his face.

Your time on Tatooine had been one you hadn't expected. You initially fled to the sandbox to get away from Din and abuse the freedom you thought you had earned, but the gimmick soon wore thin and now you were living like a hermit in the middle of the desert. You'd tried to save face after a particularly violent cantina shootout which was incidentally but unsurprisingly your fault, and so you fled the small town of Mos Espa. You trawled the desert for a few days until you came across a nice little secluded cave. Upon further inspection it seemed to be abandoned, the telltale traces of a previous life from long ago littered the inside. Dusty blankets and old kitchenware were tidily packed away as if the previous owner knew they wouldn't return, but they left things in such an order in which anyone would still be welcome in their domain. And so you took solitude in this little hiding spot of yours, bringing the ship back for safekeeping by parking it just next to the entrance of the cave.

The supplies on the ship had lasted you a while, three weeks if you rationed sensibly - but you knew you couldn't keep it up for long so get yourself busy with renovating the place. You came across the skeletal remnants of a water catcher and after a couple of days of tinkering, you got the old bit of kit running. That was your water sorted, now just food.

Whilst you had enough credits to last you a while, you reasoned on finding a somewhat stable source of income that would allow you to buy essentials, bits and pieces and any materials you may need to keep the water catcher running. So, at the start of your second week in your new humble abode, you set out for Mos Espa, and after a few drop-ins and questionable interview tactics, you'd managed to grab yourself a job as a barmaid.

It didn't pay particularly well, but it was just enough to get by and put food on the table. Life was simple.

Sweet.

Innocent.

Something you never thought you would be entitled to, something you knew you didn't deserve the privilege of experiencing. You had done enough damage in your lifetime to warrant another full of debt - and yet you found yourself on your back, counting the stars in a constellation you hadn't seen before, the cold touch of night soothing the phantom pain of singularity - the regret of your choice to be alone.

Because as much as you loved this new quiet life you had manufactured, it was nothing worth substance if you were not to share it with anyone.

You craved the intimate connection forged between two souls - that of which you would read about in mythical books of old, or listen upon as wise words were spoken in hindsight around the dying light of a fire. The indescribable feeling of love, companionship, trust.

It was something you had never felt in completion, and the slightest taste had you craving more to the point of insanity.

You thought you wanted to escape.

You thought you wanted to be free.

You thought you wanted to be alone.

Tragedy only strikes when the mind and soul are in disillusionment; when the body is so preoccupied chasing its lust that it refuses to listen to its reason.

Blind.

But you supposed that it all made sense now. The false pretences you had stumbled across, this home you had forged out of desperation for freedom.

Home isn't the place, the bricks or windows or doors.

Home is where the heart is, and your heart resided in the lost arms of Beskar.

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"Hey, Grogu?" Din asked from the pilot's seat. The little green gremlin's head shot up out of recognition, his toothy grin and litte 'eh?' spurring the hidden grin igniting on Din's face.

"You think she's ok, out there?" He asked.

"Patoo?" Grogu grunted.

Din chuckled, turning back to face the viewport before replying, "Y'know, wherever she is. Do you think she is doing alright?" He mused, head resting back against the seat. His search to find any Jedi willing to train Grogu had coming up short. Ahsoka had sent him to the seeing stone; she said Grogu would make his decision. His decision was to stay with the Mandalorian. Din was torn by this, he wanted Grogu to learn the way of his people, to become the incredible Jedi he knew he could be - whatever a Jedi truly was anyway; but he also needed Grogu more than many would realise. Din didn't let it on, but the day you left, he had never been the same. He had Grogu, yes, but that was different.

Grogu gave him something to focus on, something to care and nurture, to keep him grounded whenever he found himself wanting to just fly away from the mess he called a life.

But you gave him something to live for. He'd never mourned the loss of presence, of physical contact. He practically lived by a code that repressed said urges; a code that denied any humility. And yet for the last eight months, all he had done was grieve the loss of your lost promises, his own wishes for comfort.

People deal with loss in different ways, but like you, Din found himself being irresponsible. Hed made stupid mistakes. Hed done things he would never be able to seek forgiveness from for simply speaking the words would surely cast him as nothing but wild. Hed committed sins he knew earned him a first-class seat to the fiery pits of beyond, but the pain of your absence was torturous enough as it was, and he'd rather pay his debt with interest than feel the consequences of your disappearance any longer than he needed to. So after the few wreckless weeks of pure unbridled rage, and after a stern intervention from Cara and Carga, he finally managed to see somewhat straight.

He would find you, he had to. He would hunt you down like prey as his life depended on it.

Because it did.

He was truly alone.

The silence had never been so loud.

The nightmares had never been so violent.

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You'd never seen the place so busy.

It was your lucky night it seemed, as you handed one of your friendly regulars their eighth drink. The cantina was flourishing, overflowing to the point where your boss Roscoe had to open up the back to allow for the partons to use the backyard as a makeshift drinks garden. It was the height of Tattoine summer and the suns were setting later and later into the night with each day that passed. It wasn't just the high suns and glorious weather that attracted your customers though, it was the now tactfully reduced amount of clothing you were wearing,

See, it was tactical for two reasons.

A - it was extremely hot and wearing any layers more than what was necessary was a form of self-punishment - so your ripped dregs for clothing would have to do. B - the fewer clothes you wore, the more tips you made.

At first, it felt wrong to scala van your body in this way, but you really needed the credits if you were to have any chance of leaving this dustbowl. You were tired of waiting for someone who is not coming back. So, anywhere better than here would do.

A loud whistle sounded from the other side of the bar. Rolling your eyes internally you reminded yourself that your shift ended in half an hour and you could be out of here and back in your bed within the hour. You turned, strolling over to the greasy bounty hunter who had called you over, your exposed hips swaying with more swagger than you actually possessed.

"Yes Honey?" You said in the fake charm you wore in the bar.

"Sweetheart, would you mind passing me a glass of your strongest?" The man winked as he spoke, the yellow and black spots of his lack of dental hygiene making you internally cringe. But you needed the credits and you didn't fancy another bar fight.

"Sure Honey, one half of our strongest is coming right up," you mused, seductively winking as you reached up the bar and grabbed the watered-down bottle of Correllian whiskey.

"Here'y'are Darlin, enjoy," winking as you walked away to serve the next customer. But you froze as you turned.

A metallic shine flashed from the far corners of the cantina, hidden.

Your head whipped around at the pace of stars but landed empty-handed. The stall was empty. You really had thought you'd gotten over the Mandalorian by now, and it had been a few weeks since you'd had any fleeting thoughts or wanton urges. But you could've sworn you saw the telltale reflection of Beskar under neon lights. You shook your head at the thought and proceeded with your next order.

"Pretty thing you are aren't ya?"

"Thanks, Daru, such a poet with your words," you giggled convincingly at the regular. Daru had always been kind but his intentions were always clear. He wanted your body. You'd entertained the thought of it as a means of therapy, but it was fleeting and you swore to yourself you wouldn't fall that low. Daru was a handsome man, yes - honey-rich blonde curls and hazy green eyes spoke something of a mystery, of excitement. But the thought of adventure didn't tickle you like it used to, instead it petrified you. That excitement was only fuelled by one, and that fuel was finite.

"Just for tonight sweetheart, I'll make it worth your while," he murmurs, his lips sealed around the edge of the pint glass but his eyes fixed on yours. You lifted an eyebrow at him out of surprise.

"I'm sure you would Daru, but I am tired and haven't eaten all day, I just want to go home." You admit, hoping that the honesty card would steer him clear of you.

"I'll cook ya something if you like?" He offers.

"Its ok Daru, thankyou," you smiled solemnly - he was in no state to cook let alone perform.

"Why is it pretty women like you always turn down good guys like us, hmm?" He spits. You turn from where you'd been walking away, the previous softness you faked for him now shifting into a cold glare, but he continued despite your silent warning, "do ya just want arseholes who fuck you and leave you in the dirt, who hurt you and take what they want without askin'?"

"Daru..." you warn, your hand slipping to hover over the karambit hidden under the ripped chiffon of your thigh.

"What? Are you gonna beat me up, princess? What is a pretty little thing like you gonna do to a fuckup of a man like me? I've hurt people sweetheart." He hisses, standing aggressively and squaring his shoulders to you from across the bar.

The cantina is silent, all eyes now trained on you.

You tried so, so hard not to lose your shit. And you nearly held it together until Daru spoke one too many words.

"You're just a pretty mouth and a fuckable cunt"

Before he had time to react, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt, his face now only moments away from yours.

"And I've killed people, Daru, I've killed people for a lot less," you whisper to just him. His eyes widen, his realisation that the glint in your eye wasn't that of fear, but of restraint. Daru shifted and pulled but it was no use. You grabbed his empty glass from the side of the bar table and smashed it across his temple, the glass shattering and cutting both his head and your palm. But this didn't phase you as you moved your hand to the back of his head and pushed his temple into the glassy shards littering the table. He screamed as the sandy shards embedded into his flesh, but his plight was short-lived as you plunged the sharpened Beskar which hid on your hip into the nape of his neck, pinning his now lifeless body to the table.

The blood poured like a fine rum.

"Out." You mutter, but it was loud enough for those inside to hear and within a few seconds the room was empty.

"He had it coming." Comes a familiar metallic voice.

"Excuse me?" You chide as you look up, but stalling in your tracks.

There he stood.

The plight of your nightmares for the last year.

Confident and swave.

Regrettably so.

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Lost and Found

Astarion x Dafni

Rating: T

Hurt/Comfort

TW for depression mention

Ao3

I’ve been working on this bad boy for a month and it’s done at last!

An important note: There is some reference to the Lolth Sworn drow in this and I feel the need to clear the air and state that I have some issues with the way WotC characterizes the drow as inherently evil. My house rules are that none of the races are inherently evil because the broad strokes in the source material as problematic af. So while the followers of Lolth might be evil I want to make it clear that doesn't equal all drow are bad. Dafni holds all varieties of elves in tender regard. As an eladrin of the fey wilds and a follower of Corellon she understands that fluid and changing nature of all living things. Life is messy and people do not fit into boxes, very few folks are all bad or all god. Not every elf worships the Seldarine and that’s ok. A fundamental part of Corellon is freedom and choice therefore it would be foolish to insist her path is the only right one. Her issue is with Lolth not the drow as a whole.

The Underdark was a horrid and forsaken place. A shudder ran down Dafni’s spine as she rubbed away the gooseflesh cropping up across her arms. Lolth’s influence hung heavy in the stale air. She would have to step lightly. A cleric of Corellon would be a great prize to the followers of the Spider Queen. She missed the warm sun on her face, the feeling of grass beneath her bare feet. She could feel herself wilting under the oppressive darkness that surrounded them.

Anxiety was a strange and forging feeling. The majority of her 160 years had been spent embodying the playful delight of spring. Perhaps it was on account of her relative youth. Or, maybe it was the influence of Corellon Larethian, whose wild and wonderful influence she had felt all her life. He had looked out for her. Cared for her as a father would his child. Truly, Corellon felt as much a parent to her as her mother, Thesmia did. A meek half-smile tugged at the corner of her lips. He had given her a reason to leave home when the wanderlust became far too much for her to contain. If she was to flourish as both an elf and a divine servant, Dafni would need to truly know herself beyond being Thesmia’s shadow. Absentmindedly her fingers reached for the familiar crescent moon that hung from her neck.

Her feet skidded to a halt, her trembling hand pulled away empty. Her blood turned to ice. An agonizing dagger of guilt pierced her heart and she felt as though the ground beneath her would open up and swallow her whole. Part of her wished that it would. She had carried the holy symbol since she was a young girl. Though she knew in her soul it had been her’s even before that. It had served as her connection not just to her god, but her heritage and primal spirit- The very essence of her being.

“I lost it.” Her voice was less than a whisper, stunned and distant. Tears began to well up in her eyes. The world around her was growing colder by the second. “My amulet is gone.” Her breath began to come out in heaves and she began to sob in earnest. “It- It must have gotten lost when the minotaur tossed me!”

Her sharp cry stopped her traveling companions in their tracks. Each of their faces dressed in varying degrees of confusion and concern. Gale began to speak but his words were drowned out but the low ringing in her ears. A dizzy, sickening feeling bloomed in her gut and the edges of her vision began to blur as the darkness she had so feared gripped her soul.

They had doubled back to the old Selûnite fort. The others were still there setting up a temporary camp. Shadowheart hadn’t been able to find anything physically wrong with her aside from the normal bumps and scrapes that were to be expected on an active adventurer.

Astarion felt truly helpless for the first time since he’d escaped Cazador’s clutches. It had been an hour and Dafni had yet to wake. He clasped her hand in his. A soft blue had slowly been spreading over her sage-green skin, creeping its way from the tips of her fingers to the crown of her head. Her locks were shifting at the root from rosy pink to a frosty teal. The flowers that wove through her loose ponytail had all weathered into dust.

He squeezed her hand, “Come on Daffodil…”

Gale had been fairly positive that this was, to some extent normal for the eladrin of the Feywilds. Something about a book he’d read by some notable wizard? Truth be told Astarion hadn’t been paying much attention. He was too busy staring down Lae’zel, who’s paranoia filled gaze had been locked on Dafni’s sleeping form from the moment they’d returned.

He should have been annoyed at her. The loss of some silly costume jewelry had caused her to swoon like a high born lady. He knew she was made of stronger stuff than that. Her little spell had put them all behind and left them without a healer the whole trek back to the fort. Yet, try as he might Astarion couldn’t seem to conjure up the ire he held for those too weak to survive hardship on their own.

He groaned, letting his head hit the wall behind him with a soft thunk. There it was again- That damn sentimentality! By the Hells, he was a vampire, not a nursemaid! What had gotten into him?

“You should rest.” Wyll placed a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll keep an eye on her for a bit.”

His eyes went narrow, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The idea of leaving her while she was vulnerable made his blood boil.

I’ll watch your back and you watch mine…

Her promise echoed through his thoughts. Dafni had held her end of the bargain with unwavering resolve. If he left now it would feel too much like betraying the one person he’d allowed even a fragment of trust in the past two centuries.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t an appropriate reaction.” He muttered while he whisked away an icy tear from her cheek. “I’m just a bit... Out of sorts.”

Wyll nodded, taking a seat on the dusty floor beside him, “Hey, she’s tough. She’ll pull through, whatever this is.” The warlock gave him an almost smug look, “You really care for her don’t you?”

“I hardly see how that’s any of your concern.” He sneered with a wave of his hand, “Besides, my concern is simply a matter of pragmatism. Our little band of misfits can’t afford to lose our best healer-” Astarion hesitated for a moment before adding, “Don’t tell Shadowheart I said that. We need not add my body to the pile- Should things go poorly.”

“If I promise not to sell you out will you take a break?”

For the first time since she had fainted, he noticed the scratchy dryness in his throat. Astarion scowled, there was little in the way of appetizing food that he had seen but he would just have to make due. He was loathed to leave her side but Wyll was a good man, a better one than him in truth. He would keep her safe.

“What’s this? The legendary Blade of the Frontiers, stooping to common blackmail.” He tried to keep his tone flat but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips, “Fine, I’ll take a break. I’m a bit parched anyway. I suppose I’ll try to track something palatable down here. Unless…”

He arched an eyebrow towards Wyll who moved away with an overstated scoot.

“Not a chance, now go!”

Cold.

A crushing, all-consuming chill wrapped its arms around her spirit. Spring had left her. Now she stood alone in the isolating melancholy of winter. She reached out for the familiar warmth of The Protector but here- In this cursed place his influence felt far and foreign. If only she had her holy amulet. It could have served as a compass leading her back to Corellon’s embrace. She would simply have to press on. She had put them behind already and there was no time for sentiment. She wouldn’t be able to cast spells until she found a replacement and the chances of a spare symbol of her god in the Underdark were laughable. Dafni tried to sniff back the tears pricking at the edges of her eyes but it was no use. They rolled down her baby blue cheeks freezing before they could fall to the ground. She glanced up at Astarion, who walked a few paces ahead. While Gale and Wyll had spent the better part of a day coddling her, he had remained distant.

Maybe he didn’t want her like this? Her sadness threatened to consume anyone near her and he had enough grief of his own. He had admitted once that he enjoyed having her near. Whispered in her ear that she was sunlight and happiness made flesh as he took her in a flower patch of her own creation.

The feeling of a gentle hand pulled her from her thoughts. Gale offered her a small smile before speaking, “Are you all right?”

“Oh-” She sniffed, whipping away another frozen tear, “I’ll be alright. I just don’t feel much like myself right now.”

Gale nodded in response, “Yes, I can see that. Perhaps we shouldn’t have brought you here. The Underdark does seem quite at conflict with the very core of your being.”

A mournful laugh escaped her aching chest, “I don’t think we’d have had any better luck with that shadow curse above ground. No, my sorrow isn’t a good enough reason to risk the rest of the group’s safety.” She brought an icy hand to Gale's cheek, causing him to shiver, “I appreciate your concern but really I’ll be alright. We eladrin are ruled by our emotions, a shift of season was inevitable at some point or another. It’s unfortunate for the rest of you it had to be winter. Things are dire enough without my sorrowful presence bringing you all down with me. Perhaps it would be best for all of you to keep your distance.”

She sighed, her eyes falling on Astarion, who lingered just on the edge of the bitter cold her sadness created. While it pained her to say it, she knew he was right to keep away. The others should do the same if they were wise. Gale gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“He’s a funny one, Astarion.” Gale mused, “Wyll told me he had to resort to extortion to pry him from your side while you were out. Yet, today he acts as if you have the plague.”

A small snort of laughter broke past her tears, “Extortion?”

“I believe comments were made comparing Shadowheart’s healing abilities to your own. Wyll offended his silence in exchange for Astarion taking a break.”

“That’s not fair to her.” Dafni sniffed, “She’s not a life cleric, she does her best.”

“You have a good heart, Dafni.” Gale said giving her arm a squeeze, “My point is I think he cares about you, in his own odd way. At the very least he’s far more pleasant when you are around”

“You really think so?”

“I do,” Gale assured, “he’d have to be the biggest fool in Faerûn not to see how wonderful you are.”

Dafni felt a bit of warmth return to her heart. Not enough to thaw her sorrows but it was a start. Gale’s words helped her sort through the chaos of her mind as they had so many times before. He was a loyal and kind friend, as was Wyll. Shadowheart too despite her evasive and secretive nature. Even Lae’zel had warmed to her as best she was able despite their differences. There was a solace to be found in the support of her peers. She wasn’t so alone after all.

The sound of her laugh hit Astartion like a battering ram. She seemed to be in slightly better spirits since arriving in the Myconid Circle. She floated about the fungus folk with an easy familiarity. It seemed being among the vibrant plants and creatures of grotto had offered her some sense of normalcy. He looked over his shoulder to see what had coaxed a giggle from her (no matter how pitiful and melancholy it sounded). A sharp twinge of jealousy ran down his spine as he watched Dafni stroke Gale’s cheek with a somber smile.

He bit the feeling back. It was better for them both if he kept his distance. Gentle kindness was hardly his strong suit. Gods, he was a disaster. How many times had she offered him comfort even when he spurned her? She had given so freely to him, her kindness, the warmth of her bed, the very blood in her veins. And there he was relying on someone else to comfort his lover.

Dafni was a resilient little thing. So optimistic and sweet it made his teeth hurt. It was disorienting to see her so morose. He had learned the boundaries of her emotional aura rather quickly. He had noticed an unfamiliar warm feeling that first night at camp. He found himself lingering near her as often as he could after that. Savoring the tender happiness that radiated from off of her. She had told him it was simply part of her nature. A charming quirk he’d grown to enjoy a great deal. But now he could feel her heavy sorrow as if it were his own and he longed to make her hurt go away.

Damn sentimentality.

He had his own worries. He didn’t need to take on hers as well. She didn’t need him to coddle her. And more importantly, he most certainly was not beholden to her contentment for his own survival despite his halfwit heart’s insistence to the contrary. She was making him soft. It was ridiculous! He was far too old to be fretting over her like a lovelorn sprat.

It must be the tadpole. Her compassion must have wormed its way into his brain somehow. That was the only logical explanation.

He needed to clear his head and get some distance between them so he could feel more himself. He wandered aimlessly about the grotto as he attempted to show away any feelings of softhearted sympathy but it was no use. He rubbed his temples and let out a frustrated huff. He should never have taken that first taste of her. She’d become an irresistible craving from that moment on. It wasn’t just her blood, but every aspect of her that called to him. Inviting him to take refuge in her affections. He could feel himself lowering his guard a little bit more each day despite his efforts to keep her at arm's length. She’d flash him that beguiling little grin, her topaz eyes brimming over with admiration and he would find himself tempted to let her just another inch closer. He’d known she was dangerous from the moment he clapped eyes on her in the wreckage of the crash. He’d prepared himself for a stake to the heart but the infatuation she had inspired in him was infinitely more frightening and possible just as deadly.

He made his way to the alcove where the Society of Brilliance had set up shop. The strange hobgoblin had mentioned something to the party about being a collector of magical items and oddities. Walking had failed to rid him of his frustrations perhaps shopping would.

A glimmer caught his eye as he approached the cluttered stall. There, on the table was a familiar silver amulet. He was going to get it back for her and pray the gesture was enough to curb his need to see her happy. He could swipe it easily enough but he didn’t want to draw trouble to Dafni if she was spotted wearing it. No, charm and a dash of intimidation would be his best shot.

“Excuse me,” He smiled wide allowing for a slight flash of his fangs, “I was hoping you would be willing to part with that necklace.”

“A vampire interested in the acquisition of a holy symbol?”

“Yes, it’s very ironic.” Astarion rolled his eyes. “Now, how much do you want for the damn thing?”

“Well, first time for everything.” the hobgoblin shrugged, “You have a good eye, this is very unique. It’s forged from mithral and inlaId with sylvan moonstones. The holy symbol of Corellon is more commonly depicted as an eight-pointed star these days rather than the crescent moon. Meaning this item is very old indeed! It was brought in just yesterday. I would be hesitant to sell it but my research does require more funding. How does 900 gold sound?”

“I hate to be the one to tell you but ‘very old’ is a relative term when it comes to items of elvish origin.” He kept his tone flat and unimpressed, “Long-lived people do tend to hold onto things.”

“Ah, but you’ll find this is more than your average antique! Judging by the craftsmanship I would say it dates back to the time of the primal elves.”

Shit.

Of course, her necklace had much more than sentimental value. He had hoped for a quick haggle but it seemed he was going to have to work for it. He really didn’t have that much coin on him, nor was he inclined to spend it on something that was not rightfully the hobgoblin’s to sell. He raffled through his mind searching for a thinly veiled threat or convincing argument to lower the price until the perfect mixture of the two dawned on him.

Astarion let out a droll hum as he checked his nails with casual disinterest. He spoke in a low, blasé voice, “You said before you weren’t much for combat? Don’t you think it’s risky, carrying around a holy item of Corellon in the den of the Spider Queen? It would be such a shame if something were to happen to you at the hands of a zealot. Really I’m doing you a favor by purchasing it. I’ve crossed swords with the Lolth sworn before they are merciless and skilled fighters almost as dangerous and bloodthirsty as vampires.”

He let a wicked bark of laughter. A bemused expression flickering across his face. He could smell the fear stirring in the timid merchant. It would seem he hadn’t lost his edge after all.

Blurg swallowed hard before mustering a response, “ Ah- I hadn’t thought about that...”

Dafni sat cross-legged on the ramparts of the fort fletching a new batch of arrows. She’d need more to compensate for her lack of magic for the time being. She’d spent the whole trek back to their camp scanning the ground for her necklace but it had all been for not. She’d just have to accept the fact it was gone no matter how much it broke her heart.

“There you are, darling. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The sound of Astarion’s voice caused her to jump, tossing her arrow down with a start. Dafni clutched her chest shooting him a sharp look. He only laughed, his infuriating gorgeous face fixed in a grin that reminded her of a satyr who stumbled upon a river of bathing nymphs. He dipped to his knees placing a hungry kiss on her scowling lips. He couldn’t be serious. All-day she had been desperate for his attention and he was completely uninterested but now that he had an itch to scratch he was searching up and down for her. Unbelievable! She shouldn't have been surprised. It wasn’t as if he’d ever promised her his undying love and devotion. Still, she had thought him tactful enough not to proposition her after the hell she’d been through that day.

“I’m not really in the mood right now.” She scolded, “You’ll just have to entertain yourself tonight, you egotistical lecher!”

“That- Isn’t why I sought you out. But, if you truly don’t want my company I’ll leave you be.” He shrugged his tone flippant despite the flash of vulnerability in his ruby eyes.

“I- I’m sorry that was really mean and uncalled for. Please stay.”

Stupid impulsive girl.

She slumped forwards, hiding her face in her knees. She could feel the icy tears threatening to spill over for the hundredth time that day. He’d come to check on her and she’d cut him down because of her own insecurity. The bitterness had gotten the better of her and she had unwittingly discouraged his attempt at compassion.

“If you think the accusation of being a rake is the most heinous insult that’s been hurled at me I’m afraid you’ve missed the mark by quite a lot.”

He sat down beside her, placing a hesitant hand on her back. She could sense his uncertainty. He was nervous and clearly out of his depth but he was trying. His cautious fingertips moved slowly across the expanse of her back, tracing nebulas shapes and patterns as she drew short, shallow breaths. She couldn’t bear to look at him. She just knew he was staring at her with the same wide, gentle eyes he had when she’d offered her neck to him that night in the woods. If she saw him like that the dam would break and she’d be an utter mess.

“I still shouldn’t have said it.” Her voice came out shaky and quiet as she peeked over the top of her knees at him.

“I think I’ll find it in my heart to forgive you.” He leaned in close, whispering in her ear. “I have something for you. Now, stand up and close your eyes.”

She arched a questioning brow but compiled, hopping to her feet. He pushed her ponytail to one side. His touch lingered on her jumping pulse causing a shiver to run down her spine. A warm chuckle falling from his lips in response. The cool feeling of metal draped across her throat, an otherworldly comfort hummed all around her as the delicate weight of a pendant fell against her chest.

“Where did you find it!!” Dafni gasped, “I thought I had lost it forever! You can’t fathom how much this means to me.”

“It’s a gift, to repay you for all the ones you’ve given me.”

It probably seemed a small thing to him but he’d returned a missing piece of herself. Words felt woefully inadequate to express her gratitude. She threw her arms around his neck, sending him staggering back a bit. She hardly noticed. She stood on her tiptoes placing gentle kisses all over him. First over the bridge of his nose and then his cheeks and down his neck. Her fingers laced through his soft curls tugging him close, her lips brushed against his. Astarion’s hands fell to her soft waist, his mouth ever so slightly parting for hers. Dafni sighed, running her tongue along the warm seam of his lip earning her a satisfied purr. His hand ventured to the small of her back gently coaxing her closer. She took in a deep breath, the dizzying blend of leather and patchouli making her weak at the knee. She could have stayed like that forever, pressed safe and content against his solid chest. The feeling was big and terrifying but magical and perfect all at once.

Drat...

She was falling in love with him.

#elf writes #bg3 early access #bg3 oc #bg3 #Wyll #shadowheart #gale #wyll and astarion are besties you can't change my mind #astarion #dafni of gwynneth

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