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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my lovelies, I hope you weren't stewing in anticipation for too long hehehe. I am so tired, I will say I had plans for this chapter to go a different way, but it just didn't make sense for the plot line at all or the characters, so here we are. This is a long one because I refuse to cut it. Enjoy! &lt;3

Chapter 70: Return to me

It felt like time moved slowly. 

So surreal. 

Like wading through murky waters. 

You blinked, spinning to face the voice which called your name. 

There, standing in your chambers, was Aemond.

He was back.

Early.

He stared at you in confusion watching your body heaving. The Prince stood beside the table, scrolls pilled atop a tome in his hands. 

It looked as if he had only just arrived back. As though his first thought was to return to you.

He was back.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you looked at him. 

He was back. 

He was back.

“Are you alright?” The One-Eyed Prince asked, placing the scrolls and tome on the bare table in front of him. 

You blinked at him.

Were you ok?

Were you ever going to be okay?

You thought of Aegon’s hands.

Before you could even stop yourself you were across the room, throwing yourself into his body, wrapping your arms around his waist. Aemond stumbled back a step from the force, arms open at his side as he looked down at you in confusion and concern. You tucked your head into his chest and breathed deeply. 

He smelt of him.

He smelt familiar.

Sandalwood, sweat, musk, and a hint of dragon.

He smelt safe. 

Why did he smell safe?

Slowly, Aemond’s arms wrapped around you, holding him to you tightly as you struggled to keep your composure, to keep the tears that threatened to overflow at bay. He held you to him until you calmed, and all sense flooded back into you.

This was Aemond.

Aemond. 

And where had he returned from?

Sheepishly, you pulled back, not daring to look up at his inquisitive eye. He released his hold on you reluctantly, yet kept his hands upon your shoulders as you stepped back. 

“Y/n?” 

Two large hands came to cup your cheeks, tilting your face to look at him. Aemond’s brow was drawn, his eye searching your face with worry. It made your heart clench, and the tide of emotion rose again.

“Zaldristos.” Aemond whispered, and that was all it took.

Your face crumpled and the tears you had desperately tried to keep at bay overflowed, rolling down your cheeks as you looked at his face.

It was too sweet. 

It was too kind. 

It was not him, you told yourself.

Sway him, echoed Lucerys’ voice.

Don’t let him see.

Lie.

“I’m sorry.” You cried, “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.”

Thumbs came to brush the tears that fell from your eyes, Aemond’s lips pursing together tightly.

“Mirre iksis shijetra.” All is forgiven, He uttered.

A small sob lifted from your lips as he held your face. 

Aemond pulled you back against his chest and let you cling to him crying. You let the anger and frustration, the fear and sadness rush out of you and flood the room. The leather of his tunic wet beneath your cheek.

Aemond held you against him until the tide rescinded, and your crying turned to sniffles. He had shushed you, and brushed a gentle hand against your back as he let you open up the doors to the tide that had swallowed you whole.

Only then, once you had calmed in his grip did he let you go. Aemond wiped the remaining tears from your face gently, and whispered assurance that he was not angry at you. 

He thought you were worried about him.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You sniffed, watching as he sighed sadly, lips coming to press against your brow that was furrowed.

He made no move to promise you that he wouldn’t, or assure you that he would try to stay. He simply looked at you sadly and held your face in his hands. 

“What’s happened?”

What’s happened?

You leave the Kingdom to go fuck your whore, and leave me with your monster King.

I am alone. Alone as I can be. 

Alone with you.

What has happened?

“I am frightened.” You whispered. 

Aemond stooped his head, face lowering to your height.

“Iksā iā zaldrīzes, skoros issi ao sȳngagon hen?” You are a dragon, what are you frightened of?

You. 

Aegon. 

The war.

My mind.

You closed your eyes shut tightly and nibbled at your lips. 

Could you trust him? 

What would you tell him? 

Could you tell him that Aegon has been making himself present when he was absent? Could you tell him that his brother gets closer and closer each day that he is gone?

Could you tell him that the anger and fear brings the visions?

The voices?

“Tell me.” Aemond cooed, concern laced in his voice.

You shook your head again, turning your face down as you kept your eyes screwed shut. The image of Aemond bent over Aegon as he lay his fists into the King’s face flashed in your mind.

The rage on Aemond’s face as he stood at the table, staring his brother down. 

The words of an angry, second son. Resentful of the eldest who had no care for the throne, or duty.

Tell him.

Tell him.

Tell him.

“Tell me.”

“Aegon.” You whispered.

Your entire body tensed as soon as the name left your lips.

How was he to react? 

Would he take it out on you? Would he blame you? Could you tell him what happened? Could you trust him with this? Would he not believe you?

Or would he believe you and take it out on you anyway, raping or beating you as he saw fit to soothe his own rage.

“Aegon?” Aemond parroted, voice sharper. His hands slid to hold your shoulders again.

You slowly nodded your head, letting your arms curl around your middle.

Be small. 

Look weak. 

Look timid.

Look frightened. 

But you did not have to pretend you were frightened. 

You were.

“Has he touched you?” Aemond growled, his fingers curled into your shoulders sharply, the sheer rage in his voice causing you to flinch. 

Aemond stiffened as he saw you react, and as if caring for you, he released his tight grip on your shoulders, fingers smoothing where they had dug into your flesh meanly. An attempt to calm you. To soothe you.

An attempt of kindness. 

Had he touched you?

Just my hair. 

Just my breast.

“No.”

Dracarys, Lucerys uttered in your head.

Dracarys.

Dracarys.

It was like the beat of a drum.

Dracarys!

Dracarys!

You dug the palms of your hands into your eyes as Lucerys continued to chant inside of your head. His voice getting louder and louder with every second. The voice twisting and crackling, grating against your mind. 

Then, the screaming started. 

The wailing and mournful cries of Helaena. The screams of her torment. The screams of her terror. The cries she had let loose when Jaehaerys was slain. The anguish you had been forced to listen to for days on end until it quietened. 

Until her cries were extinguished by her own hand.

“Y/n?” Aemond noticed your sudden discomfort.

You rubbed at your eyes sharply as you shook your head. 

You wished it would stop.

Dracarys!

You wished he would stop. 

You wished she would stop screaming. 

Dracarys!

You wished they would-

“Shut up!” You screamed into the room, and suddenly your head fell quiet.

No more Lucerys. No more Helaena. 

No more Dracarys. 

No more screaming.

Just a ringing in your head and a sickness that turned your stomach.

“Look at me.”

You shook your head again, keeping the heels of your hands pressed so tightly into your eyes you saw stars.

“Zaldristos, jurnegon rȳ nyke.” Little dragon, look at me, Aemond spoke gently, hands coming to pull your own from your eyes. 

You opened them slowly, the world around you blurred as your vision adjusted. Aemond was searching your face, fear present in his lone eye.

He knew something was wrong.

“Kesan daor ivestragī zirȳla renigon ao.” I will not let him touch you, He promised.

But he has. 

And you can’t stop him.

“Please don’t leave me with him.”

Aemond pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

His mouth was warm, and you let yourself melt into the tenderness. You let yourself sink into the second of kindness and care. Something that once you were surrounded by, and now was rare to find.

When Aemond pulled back, he brushed your hair away from your face, watching his fingers move through your silver locks. 

“Kessa daor renigon ao.  Issa sepār sylugon naejot sȳngagon ao.  Gaomagon daor ivestragī zirȳla ūndegon bona issa.” He will not touch you. He is just try to scare you. Do not let him see that it is.

How you wished he was wrong. 

Aemond breathed out of his nose sharply and pulled you over to the chaise to sit you down. You sat and stared into the fire. The ringing in your head making your mind feel fuzzy.

Was this how it felt for Helaena when she had her dreams? 

Aemond left for sometime and you waited anxiously for his return, picking at the skin around your fingers, pulling it away from your nails with painful tugs as blood rose to the reface.

It stung. But it grounded you.

You needed something to ground yourself with, lest you float away. The more you stared, the more you thought of it. The more you thought, the more you thought of him. The dungeons. All of it. Until the thoughts tumbled and spiralled and your breath held in your chest.

You could feel the cold, biting stone beneath your back. You could smell the dampness of the cell. Could remember the green mould growing in the corner, the bitter cold that settled into your bones. The small window. The dripping of water. The pacing. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

“The King asked us to dine with him this evening.” Aemond pulled you from the memories, the maids following behind him with trays of food and decanters of wine.

You felt your stomach roil at the thought. 

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Aemond moved across the chambers to stand in front of you, taking your hands in the both of his as he rubbed a soft thumb over the top of your knuckles. Pulling your hands toward him, he helped you to stand before moving you to sit at the table with him.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

“I told him we would dine alone this evening.”

Aemond watched your reaction carefully as you looked up at him.

And just like that he began to eat with you, as if he had not just told you, that for the first time ever, he had denied the King’s request. You stared at him in shock.

Aemond had said no to Aegon. 

Aemond had said no.

“Thank you.” You didn’t know what else to say, your mind still feeling fuzzy and jumbled, as though your head was the yolk of an egg that had been stirred by a whisk, or a careless hand.

Aemond simply hummed, as though it was not an incredibly big deal, and continued to eat his meal.

It was silent on your end, you found you could not find words to say, or things to relay to him, or ways to offer your gratitude. You knew you had to give him gratitude. And yet, nothing came to mind.

But Aemond had sensed this, and instead filled the space. Telling you of his trip, avoiding the topic of Harrenhal, and all the things he had achieved and done.

He told you of his ride to the South, to the Hightower lands and holdings, of his reunion with his uncle Gwayne Hightower, who he had not seen since his youth, a man who you had never met before. He told you of how he and Vhagar had flown through a storm to get to the Golden Tooth, but after noticing you shift in your seat, he had changed the conversation, swiftly and well. The way you had been taught to with the Septa.

And you were grateful for it.

For this little effort he was making. Tiptoeing around topics that could further trigger you, likely beginning to fear the madness that had caught up to Helaena, was coming for you.

When you had both finished your meal, and your heart had slowed in your chest, the maids came to ready you both for bed and cleared the room. Aemond had crawled in first, leading you with his hand as he sunk beneath the sheets, before pulling you in beside him. Not aggressively, nor forcefully, but with kindness and patience and open, waiting arms. You had curled up against his side, and he had held you against him. 

You both fell to sleep with an uneasiness surrounding you and the knowledge that you would have to offer him thanks, and show him in a way he would understand.

When you rose from the depths of your dreams, you found Aemond wrapped tightly around you. His warm chest pressed against your back as he held you to him with his large arms. His legs were curled beneath you, almost wrapping you in a tight ball. You shifted, trying to create some space, Aemond waking up from the movement. 

His lips pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder as your moved, his legs stretching to give you space to straighten your own. You shifted in the sheets, turning to look at him.

His eye was already on you. 

“Hm.” He grumbled, sleep in his voice, and body seemingly not wanting to get out of bed. 

You gave him a small, and short smile. 

“I am going to spend my day with my wife.” He purred, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You blushed, closing your eyes. 

You felt his length twitch against your side. 

Heat curled its way around your gut.

You needed to show him you were grateful.

Aemond shifted, grinding softly against your leg, rubbing his hardness against you as he groaned. The noise only making you burn hotter. His hand came to cup your cheek, dragging your lips to meet his as he pulled you in, pressing his mouth against you sensually. 

He was hard. 

The Prince groaned again, hand moving to tighten itself in your hair as he ground up against your hip. It made your core clench and your heart thump loudly in your chest. Your hands grabbed his wrists as you let yourself kiss him back.

Aemond pulled you closer, wedging a knee between your thighs as he ground the muscle up into the crux of your legs. A breathy moan flitted past your lips as he ground you against the muscle, pushing and pulling you with his hand. You felt yourself begin to wet against his thigh. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, pulling you back and forth as he continued to kiss you. 

You melted into the touch, letting a hand trail itself along his chest, slowly dipping to feel the muscles of his stomach. Your hand played with the tight cords on his hips, fingers delicately brushing under the hem of his breeches.

Aemond sighed into your mouth happily, thrusting his hips up into your hand, a wordless consent to continue. And so you did. You let your hand disappear beneath the material of his pants, brushing against his throbbing member. 

Sway him.

As your fingers grazed his length, Aemond let out a soft hiss into your mouth before kissing you bruisingly, drawing your bottom lip into his. You heart raced as you let your fingers wrap around him timidly, your grip loose and unsure. He was heavy in your hand, and twitched as you wrapped around him. 

With an experimental tug, you pulled your hand up and then back down his length, feeling his veins beneath your hand. Aemond was velvety soft, and your hand brushed the course hairs at his base with every movement. 

Aemond moaned loudly into your mouth as you began to glide your hand up and down him with more confidence, fuelled entirely by his reactions. His hips would stutter and buck up into your hand, and breathy moans tumbled from his lips and into yours.

When your hand reached his tip, you moved over it, feeling the wetness that had begun to leak out of it, slicking your palm with his arousal. It helped you guide your hand easier as you began to pump him in a rhythm. You ground yourself down on his thigh in return, enjoying the feeling that sparked up your spine.

As you felt his pre-cum coat your palm, you thought of what it would taste like. 

You had heard that women often took their husbands, or men into their mouths, Aegon having loudly boasting about it. You remembered how he had looked when you had stumbled upon him in the gardens, how he had groaned and his face had been red. 

And then you had thought about Aemond.

About how he had been between your thighs and brought you to your peak. How it had felt good, and wet, and warm, and unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You wondered if it was the same for men.

Would they feel just as good? Could they be brought to their peak with just a mouth?

“Aemond.” You whispered into his mouth as he began to fuck himself into your palm, his thigh grazing your pearl with every movement, aided by the slick that leaked from you. 

“Aemond.” You whispered again, pulling away from him and releasing his cock from your hand. 

His eye opened and he looked at you. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing you.

You looked down shyly.

Sway him.

“Do you want to…” You began, not sure how to ask, “I want to…”

What did you want?

To taste him? To feel his weight on your tongue and his musky seed?

What did you want?

How had he said it?

“I wish to taste you.” You whispered, not sure if Aemond would be opposed, or excited by the offer. 

You opened your eyes and looked at your uncle.

His eye was hooded and he gazed at you hungrily. Lustfully. Tongue darting out to wet his lips. Aemond shifted beneath you, knee coming away from your core, brushing against your pearl as it moved causing you to mewl. 

He lay back against the pillow before he slid the sheets down his body revealing half of his length that peeked through the top of his pants. The tip was hard and red, and weeped against his stomach. Aemond brought his hands to either side of his breeches before slowly sliding them down his body, revealing his whole length to you. 

He grasped his cock and slowly ran his hand up and down it, watching you as you could not take your eyes away from the act. 

A thousand thoughts tumbled through your mind. 

How do you do it?

What do you do?

What if it was bad?

What if he didn’t like it?

“I’ll guide you.” Aemond whispered, sensing your anxiety.

You nodded gently before crawling between his legs, unsure of where to sit, or lay. He kept his hand on his cock, slowly travelling up to the tip where he would squeeze, running a thumb over the slit where his arousal leaked free.

“Come here.” He cooed to you, grasping your cheek with his free hand as he lowered you down towards his length. 

He smelt musky, salty, with the undertones of him. You looked at his length as he stroked it and wet your lips. 

“You can kiss the tip,” He began, running his hand up the length as he held it for you, “Be gentle.”

You leant forward and brushed your lips against his tip, feeling him shift beneath you and a sigh falling from his lips. You opened your mouth and kissed him softly again, the tip of your tongue darting out curiously to touch the velvety skin.

Salty wetness spread across your mouth, and you licked at the slit again, hoping to capture more.

Aemond moaned below you, which emboldened you to lick at him more.

“Thats it.” He purred, watching as you licked and kissed at his tip, spit beginning to dribble down his length into his hand as he held it for you, “Take me in your mouth.”

You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, an uneasy anxiety settling in your body. His chest rose and fell sharply, as though he was restraining himself, and his pupil had swallowed the violet of his eye whole, leaving a dark black orb.

Opening your mouth, you took him on your tongue, slowly sliding down, tasting his saltiness as you went. Aemond groaned, moving his hand down to allow you for room.

You swallowed around him and heard him curse beneath you, “Just like that.” He stroked himself in your mouth as you held him on your tongue, saliva rolling down into his waiting hand. 

His free hand came to tangle itself inside of your hair and you flinched at the contact, sucking in. Aemond’s hips thrusted upwards into the heat of your mouth and you felt him prod at the back of your throat, a small gag falling from your lips. Aemond shushed you as he tightened his grip, before pulling your head upwards, his length almost falling from your lips before he pushed you back down it.

“Sȳz riña.” Good girl, He moaned as you let him guide you up and down his cock, wetting it with your mouth.

The praise went straight to your core and you felt yourself moan around him, thighs rubbing together beneath you to ease the heat between your thighs. 

“Hollow your cheeks.” Aemond commanded, and you did, hollowing your mouth around him and sucking. His hips bucked into your mouth, hand holding you down on his length as you tried not to gag, feeling him at the back of your throat. 

Sway him.

He was heavy and hard and musky, but the taste was not unpleasant, and you oddly enjoyed the feeling of him in your mouth. Aemond’s grip in your hair loosened, but still held onto you, and you let yourself follow what he had told you to do, bobbing your head up and down his length as he moaned and writhed beneath you, his hand still at the bottom of his shaft. 

“Keep going.” He groaned, hips rising from the bed to thrust into your mouth. 

You moaned around his length, feeling his cock throb on your tongue, his voice spurring you on. 

Pleasure him.

“Sīr gevie lēda ñuha orvorta isse aōha relgos.” So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, He moaned, and you clenched around nothing, bobbing your head faster with vigour.

The praise making you want to bring him to his peak.

“Ao hae bona?” You like that? He asked.

“Ao hae ñuha orvorta isse aōha irosh?” You like my cock in your throat?

You hummed around him, pulling up to suckle at his tip, tongue lapping at the underside of his cock.

“Fuck. You do.” He groaned, hand tightening in your hair, "Vaogenka riña.” Dirty girl.

Aemond’s hand tightened back in your hair, holding you still as the other came to pulled the rest of your hair into his hands, holding you in his mercy as you lapped at his tip. He began to guide your head down his length, forcing you to swallow the whole of it now that his hand was removed. 

You gagged around his length and felt tears begin to prickle at your eyes, the wet sound of your throat around his length as he held you there, pushing up into your heat. You couldn’t breathe and began to panic, pushing back up against his hands. Aemond let you come up for air, gasping as his length fell from your lips and slapped heavily against his stomach. 

Aemond huffed a laugh as he looked at you, wiping a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

“Issi ao jāre naejot gūrogon ziry?” Are you going to take it? He asked you.

You nodded catching your breath and swallowing tightly. 

You wanted to please him.

“I'm going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to take it.” He told you, eye darkened and lips pulled into a smirk. 

You could feel the wetness between your thighs as your core throbbed in want.

Fuck.

Why did this make you so aroused?

Why was his voice so enticing?

“You ready?” He asked, gathering your hair back into one hand as he grasped his length in the other. 

You nodded and he guided his cock back into your lips sliding in against your tongue, his hand gripping your hair as you bobbed your head with his guidance. His pace quickened, fucking up into your waiting mouth, and you could taste more of his arousal on your tongue as you went. 

Aemond's hips thrusted up from the bed and into your throat, though not quite as deep as he had gone before, only just avoiding the back, allowing you to breathe through your nose. You sucked your cheeks in and revelled in the feeling of him sliding across your tongue hotly. Heavily. 

You moaned again, shifting on the bed.

“I bet your cunny is wet.” He purred, and you whined in embarrassment. 

You were wet. 

So wet in fact, it had begun to trickle down your thighs.

“Such a good wife for me. Such a perfect mouth.” He praised, beginning to fuck into you farther and deeper, his tip beginning to bully the back of your throat. 

Small gags fell from your mouth which only seemed to stir him more. With every gag he heard, the harder he became, groaning and rutting into your mouth without any cares as he chased his peak. 

“Going to give you my seed, and you’re going to take it.” He moaned, your throat tightening around him as he fucked roughly into your mouth. 

“Fuck.”

You could feel his thrusts begin to grow sloppy, tears rolling down your cheeks from gagging as he neared his release. His hands tightened in your hair painfully and you felt his member throb on your tongue.

“Fuck, fuck-“ His hips began to stutter, and Aemond thrusted deeply into your mouth, causing you to splutter on his length. He pulled back and groaned loudly, softly thrusting into your mouth as his salty spend flooded your tongue. 

Aemond continued to thrust into your mouth softly, prolonging his release as you felt rope after rope of his hot seed coat your tongue, pooling in your mouth. The room was hot and the air around you was stifling, your legs rubbed together beneath you as you tried to relieve your own need. 

Aemond breathed heavily on the bed below you as he slumped into the pillows, “Fuck.” He whispered, hands loosening their grip in your hair as he began to run his fingers softly through it. You held him in your mouth with his seed, unsure of what to do. 

Do you swallow it?

Were you to spit it out?

You could still feel Aemond’s cock twitching in your mouth, your tongue trailing the underside of his cock softly in thought, unaware that you were doing it.

Slowly, he pulled his cock from your mouth, the softening length laying against his stomach with a wet slap. His hands held your face as he looked at you, his spend still on your tongue.

“Open your mouth.”

You opened it, showing him the seed that pooled on your tongue.

It was certainly not what you had expected, salty and musky, not repulsive as you had thought it would be. In fact, you felt that you did not mind the taste at all. It was proof of your triumph.

Aemond groaned, and you saw his cock twitch below you. 

“Such a good girl for me waiting.”

You keened at the praise, mouth still open showing off your success.

“Now swallow it.” His eye locked onto yours. 

You closed your mouth, looking him in the eye as you swallowed. You fought to not gag, the sensation foreign and not entirely appealing. Aemond’s mouth parted as he looked at you before he sat up, face hovering in front of yours. 

“Open.”

You opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed his seed, tongue poking out between your lips. 

You felt an odd sense of pride.

“Sȳz riña." Good girl, He praised you, before pressing his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. 

His tongue pressed against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You let him in, and felt him seek out the remnants of his seed, tasting himself on your tongue as he held you against him. 

It was vulgar. 

Deprived.

Filthy.

And you loved it.

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Here I am, once again~ Playing Cloutchase with my friend~

Anyway hi! Welcome back to Muffy-Posts-Cloutchase-Spoilers!!! Here are the other two installments: [1][2]

I had SO MUCH fun playing Vol. 3 with my friend! She is amazing at doing impressions and gave YouTube and Twitch the perfect voices, I couldn't ask for anything more. But enough about her since she prefers to remain anonymous, today I am here to present my favorite screenshots from the latest release of Cloutchase!

Without further ado, here are the spoiler-free teases:

And there's the cut!

Aight let's do this

First thing I absolutely loved was that Twitch is so expressive! The facial expressions were all so delightful. ALSO. CLUB PENGUIN. AND WIZ101. And of course Webkinz, Animal Jam, and Neopets are in the background as well hahah, love that too!

This minigame was SO AMAZING omg I am OBSESSED with these character costumes and the fight animation too. Love all the cameos but this Strife content was so awesome!!!! The buttons were a little non-responsive at times but I managed to beat Twitch first try heheh

This is a pretty awesome frame and I'd like to shoutout AJ who I'm pretty sure drew it but I don't have the time or computer charge to reopen the game credits to check. If I'm wrong lemmie know but AJ deserves a shotuout anyway

I love how the subs are sub-sandwiches and I love the design of the camera and chat

I love how complex Twitch's route was. It was very compelling and definitely something I think most streamers need to hear. Swell job Team Timesync! Swell job indeed

I could shout about filmscore and the ghostie crew but instead I'm gonna scream about the google floor lmbo look at it I love it

Oh this. This is beautiful. I read the bonus room content and it's so neat that the timelines lined up coincidentally

Love the dramatic over-the-topness of this fake apology. He's so fake I love it. The voice my friend gave him was kinda like if a greaser was born in Alabama but raised in New York if that makes any sense

I STARTED SCREAMING AT THIS HAHAHAH! YOUTUBE KIDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Peak good end, now I know how to tie a tie. I actually really liked YouTube's route as it was cleverly designed and I love all the many different endings. It was kinda like wading through YouTube's recommended section where you'd save each different possibility of choices in your Watch Later and visit them all when you have the time (which is usually never). So many options but what to pick? I picked them all!

So when I got to this point I started laughing because my friend does all the voices and I only play User and Miss Blog Runner so she was carrying this entire section of the playthrough... AND THEN-

AND THEN THERE WERE FOUR! SHE HAD TO VOICE ALL FOUR OF THEM HAHAH! AND SHE DID AMAZINGLY! I kinda wish she wasn't anonymous cause I wanna give her a shoutout, but maybe when all the routes are released I can convince her to voice them all in a fandub (well not them ALL but definitely Kik and YouTube)

SWEET SWEET REVENGE HAHAHAHAH!!!! Totally deserved as long as they're done here hahahah. I do hope they can all tolerate each other again tho but I love this ending

This volume was long but a lot of fun! I love the Strife minigame and kinda hope it comes back in the future with more mechanics. Maybe an entire spinoff game like Smash Bros idk. Everything was so well written and I love how complex the characters are

Another fantastic entry for a fantastic game! Remember to recommend this game to various streamers to give it the attention it deserves (but not too many, don't wanna overwhelm our fav indie creators!)

[levi-my-beloved]

Hello love, I was wondering that since your requests are open, could you maybe write some Levi smut with gender neutral reader? But can everything be focused on Levi. Reader just has to explain to him just how absolutely perfect he is whole. From the shape of his body to his steel eyes, then reader explains how much they love him and Levi gets all soft and flustered? Sorry if that was way too specific 😭

Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Postwar!Levi x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5.2K (pls someone stop me)

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of AOT, anxiety attack, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight overstim, dacryphilia if you squint, might have to wade through the softest fluff ever... 18+ MINORS DNI ISTG

A/N: pls idk why this one took me forever hhhh im sorry this took so long. It was such a cute ask tho pls i love it so much, thank you for sending in another request hehehe. i hope this is what you had in mind ^-^

@peace-for-levi here you are bb :3

If Levi would hazard a guess, it could have been anywhere between 3-4am right now. No light illuminated his surprisingly cosy bedroom at the Scout HQ, and though he’d been trying to get to sleep for the best part of five hours, his mind and stomach wouldn’t let him. Unease coiling in his gut, writhing and twisting until it was almost physically painful. Tendrils of doubt curled and slithered about in his brain, suffocating until all he could think about was his new reality.

The war was over. Eren was dead. The rumbling had been stopped. This was his last night in Paradis before he moved to Marley. He should be happy. He should be relieved. But all he could worry about was what the fuck he was supposed to do now? What was he good at? What other skills did he have other than fighting and killing? How the fuck was he supposed to survive in this new world that didn’t need newly crippled veteran soldiers. The thought had his eyes sliding to his leg beneath the covers, a heavy sigh breezing from his lips as he brought his hand up in front of his face, fingertips tracing over the new imperfections, cringing at the heavily scarred area where his ring and middle fingers used to be. He brought that same hand to the scars on his face, delicately swiping over his eye. Disgust replaced the unease in his gut, travelling up to and constricting around his heart until he felt it’s rapid beats in his ears, it’s pulses in his chest. He tried to take a deep breath but found his lungs tight and unable to take in the oxygen he needed.

Levi closed his eyes, hoping that the darkness behind his eyelids would appear more friendly than the suddenly less cosy room, but he just made it infinitely worse. Breaths quickening, heart thundering, brain fogging, he knew exactly what was happening and yet it still felt like he was going to die here and now.

The slightest shuffle to his right had him freezing almost instantly. In his loss of control, he’d forgotten what, or rather who, was now sleeping beside him. Slowly turning his head, he was relieved to see you were still asleep, though your slight stir had been enough to bring him from his downward spiral. You’d shifted over, blanket tightening around your shoulder as you now faced him, still completely lost in your dreamworld, your face scrunching slightly before relaxing once again. You looked so peaceful, and yet here he was on the cusp of a panic attack whilst you slept so soundly beside him. He couldn’t help but feel selfish.

You would usually sleep on the left side before Levi sustained his injury, but had since swapped due to the fact it was less far to walk from the bed to the bathroom from the left side. You’d been so good to him, despite recovering from injuries yourself. Three long, jagged scars now marred your chest and stomach, a wound from one of the Jaw Titans you sustained during The Battle Between Heaven and Earth. A stupid fucking name for it, in his opinion. They weren’t deep, deep enough to scar, but not deep enough to endanger your life.

Gently detangling your body from the tightened covers, Levi lifted them from your sleeping form, just enough to see the top of the highest scars peaking above the collar of your nightshirt, indented in your skin starting from the dip between your left collarbone and shoulder. He knew where it led. Knew that this specific one ended just above your right pectoral, and knew the second one started at the top of the left side of your ribcage, just under your pectoral, and ended just below your ribcage on the right side. He knew the last one had sliced down from beneath your left ribcage and down to your right hip bone. He knew these scars. He’d held you close to him whilst clinging onto the back of Falco’s titan. He’d felt your slick blood soak through his shirt as he begged you to stay with him. That you’d nearly made it. He’d watched as they carted you away, stitched you up and laid you down to rest. And he hadn’t left your side since then, not that he could get very far anyway. He could barely make it to the bathroom by himself.

Speaking of which…

Levi sighed again, swinging one of his legs over the side of the bed, before shifting the other with the utmost caution and care. It had been over a month since the battle. Over a month since the injury, and he still hadn’t recovered properly. It was a fucking joke.

As silently as he could, Levi left you alone in the bed, limping his way to the bathroom like some wounded animal and it repulsed him. Gone were the days where he could walk smoothly, and gone were the days where he could leave his bed without waking anybody else up, unbeknownst to him.

Levi shut the door before lighting the candles, not wanting the gentle glow to stir you from your sleep, before turning to the mirror and immediately cringing upon his appearance. He wondered how you could still look at him without averting your gaze. He wondered how you were still able to maintain eye contact even though one of his was now clouded milk. He hadn’t seen any looks of pity on your face, but he couldn’t believe you didn’t feel like that. He couldn’t believe you could look at him and genuinely love him the same way you did before. Did you feel sorry for him? Were you only staying with him out of that pity he feared so much? Were you just waiting until tomorrow, where the two of you were finally going to escape this island, to tell him it was over, and you were moving on?

“Fuck…” he hated thinking like this. You weren’t that shallow, and even entertaining the fact that you were still with him out of some sort of charity you felt would make you go crazy. He could already picture your face, thunderclouds in your eyes as you asked him how the fuck he could think that after staying with him through thick and thin.

Little did he know the door had been opened behind him. So busy scrutinising his own face, he hadn’t noticed you in the reflection, leaning against the door frame, arms folded over your chest. He didn’t notice you until two arms wrapped around his waist, and your chin came to rest on his shoulder. You could feel his body jump slightly, though no shock showed on his face. Forever hiding his emotions. You looked into his reflected eyes, and though one window to his heart was now shut, the other still remained wide open for you.

“If you’re grumpy tomorrow because you didn’t get enough sleep I’m going to kick your ass.” you murmured into his neck, breathing in his freshly showered, clean smell. A smell that was distinctly him.

Levi huffed in gentle amusement, his hand encompassing your arm around his waist, before his eyes dropped to realise it was the wounded hand, and he promptly dropped it back down to his side. He avoided your gaze in the mirror, knowing you would have picked up on that little movement and knowing you would understand exactly what it meant. Exactly what he was thinking. He often found himself cursing you for knowing him so well.

“Do you find me–”

“If the end to that question is anything other than ‘gorgeous’ or ‘a pain in my ass’ then I really am going to kick you.” you interrupted, your arms tightening around him as your tone hardened. You were not about to let him think any different about himself just because of a few scars. “Do you find me hideous?” Levi whirled at the question, eyes searching your face in utter indignant shock at what you’d just asked.

“Stupid fucking question, no I don’t. Of course I don’t.” Even though you wanted nothing more than to be close to him right now, you pulled away, immediately missing his body warmth as you took a couple steps back, once again folding your arms over your chest.

“Why not? I’ve got scars. New and old. Physical and mental. How come you don’t find me hideous and yet you find it so easy to hate yourself.” Levi almost flinched. He was not expecting you to be quite that blunt, if he was being honest. He too took a step back, leaning against the sink basin as he mulled over your words. You’d trapped him in a box, knowing it was hypocritical of him to think the way he does about himself, and then think a completely different way about you. He knew how ridiculous that was, and yet…

“That’s not the same thing.” he muttered quietly, already anticipating your scoff of disbelief. And he wasn’t disappointed. Your loud huff almost made him smile, and he would have done, had he not been in the process of trying to prove a pointless point.

The soft padding of your feet had him raise his eyes, skin prickling with goosebumps as you hands trailed over his bare chest and up until your arms circled around his neck and you were once again resting your chin on his shoulder, only now the reflection in the mirror was your own.

“Levi, you had scars before I met you. We continued to gain scars together. Do you really believe I would all of a sudden find you grotesque to look at just because we gained a few more?”

“I think grotesque is a bit strong…”

“Answer the damn question.” placing your hands on his shoulders, you leant back to properly look at him, raising a brow at his continued silence. A thumb beneath his chin steered his gaze back to you, something he’d been desperately trying to avoid once again. With a heavy sigh, Levi admitted what you’d been waiting for.

“No…” though the quiet admission wasn’t enough for you.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that? Could you speak a little louder for me?” Levi’s gaze narrowed, though he tried unsuccessfully to hide his little smirk at your antics.

“Fucking brat… No, I don’t think that.” he silently relished in your grin of triumph, adoring the way it lit up your eyes even in the low light. Your cheeky smile faded into something a little more genuine, something full of utter awe and adoration for the man in front of you. Something Levi recognised, causing him to look away a little awkwardly, still not knowing what to do when you look at him like that, with eyes so brimming with love.

When you brushed your lips against his, Levi instantly melted. And insecurities about his hand faded away as he placed them both on your waist, standing upright so you didn’t have to awkwardly lean on him anymore, though he kept most of his weight still on his uninjured knee. Your tongue swiped against his lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter, and it was less than a second before you were tasting the slight mint flavour of his mouth.

A low groan escaped his lungs when your fingers drifted up the back of his neck, gently scratching the coarse hairs of his undercut before firmly lodging themselves in his locks. You used that leverage to gingerly tilt his head up and to the side as you left his mouth, suckling and biting along his jaw and down the side of his neck, delivering a sharp nip to his pulse point and feeling it quicken beneath your tongue. A breath of your name urged you on, trusting him to keep his head tilted for easier access, your hands once again travelled the plains of his chest, nails gently dragging down his ribs as you felt him shiver beneath your touch.

Levi’s mind was blissfully blank, simply content to enjoy the feeling of your lips and teeth against his skin. He noticed how you always lingered on his scars, taking your time to run your tongue along the raised or dented skin, his breath hitching as you rambled about how beautiful he is against his collarbone, before your teeth sunk into his soft flesh and you sucked a blossoming bruise to the surface, and a grunted whine from his throat. He could feel his arousal stirring, his flannel bottoms doing nothing to conceal his steadily growing erection. You had this effect on him, you’d always had this effect on him, and ever since the war ended, he’d found a new appreciation for it.

You resurfaced to his face, a wicked smirk pulling at your lips. Clearly you’d also felt his stirring, your hand intertwining with his as you slowly and sensually pulled him from the bathroom. Levi raised a brow at the way you bit your lip in subdued excitement, though he tried to feign indifference, you could tell he wasn’t by the way his clothed cock continued to harden.

Stopping your movements, you let him catch up to you, his hands once again falling to your waist, his head dipping with the intention of delivering the same treatment to you as you just did to him, but you stopped him before he could. He hadn’t registered the fact you’d managed to slowly spin the two of you around, only realising when the back of his legs touched the bed behind him and you pushed, sending him falling onto the surprisingly plush mattress.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Levi raised a brow of aroused intrigue as you crawled up his body, immediately returning your teeth home to his neck, suckling like a hungry kitten against his soft skin. You heard his breath hitch, unable to contain your smile against his pulse point as you once again sucked.

Levi allowed his eyes to close, basking in your adoration as his hands landed on your waist with the intention of flipping you over. But in a moment of remarkable strength, you shoved those hands up above his head, pinning his wrists amongst the multitude of pillows you swore you needed to sleep properly. Confusion replaced arousal as he peered at you quizzically.

“Are we not–”

“No, we’re not. Just let me show you. Will you do that? Will you let me show you?” there was so much conviction in your voice, he was finding it hard to say no to. Not only that, but he was a little curious as to what you had planned. With his wrists still pinned with one hand, you brought the other down to gently caress the scar over his eye, the pads of your fingers ever so delicately soothing the healed wound, showing no hesitation in your touch.

“Show me what?” His voice was nothing more than a rasped whisper as he leaned into your hand down the side of his face, pressing a small kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving your as he searched for your answer. But it came not in words, but rather in actions. Another one of you coy little smirks pulled at your lips as you let go of his wrists, trusting him to keep them there for now, before your head dipped back down to the side of his neck, your breath ghosting up his skin. You paused by his ear, gently tugging on his lobe with your teeth just to hear the sweet gasp he drew.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” your tone was deliberately breathy, enjoying the way he shivered beneath you. You had to show him. It had become your personal mission now. To make him feel every pulse of you aching admiration for him. Your lips fell back against his jugular, nipping at his Adam’s apple before dragging your touch down his chest. Electricity sparked at your fingertips as you rolled one of his nipples in between your thumb and forefinger, the other now enveloped in your mouth, encouraging the softest whimpers from the back of his throat with your tongue, flicking and playing with the pebbled sensitivity.

You failed to stifle a chuckle at his heated choke when you both bit and pinched with your mouth and hand, feeling the result of your attention where you straddled his hips jolt in anticipation. Removing your mouth from his chest, you admired the string of saliva connecting the two of you as you brought your thumb to smear your spit across his pecs, glancing up to his pleasure contorted features. Brows pulled up into a pinched arch, his lips sandwiched between his teeth when he wasn’t gasping or whining. The slightest flush had just started to creep across his cheeks and down his neck when he cracked his eyes open, partly curious to see why you’d stopped, and partly to convey just how much he wanted you to keep going.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Levi. So pretty. My pretty boy.” you murmured as you slunk down his body, his hips bucked slightly in response to your words, desperate for you to keep up your ministrations, but you weren’t done worshipping him yet. Your fingers skirted around the hem of his bottoms, snapping the elastic against his hips before dipping your thumbs inside the flannel fabric. Not to provide any stimulation, but rather to massage and sooth his already tensing muscles. You wanted him to relax and enjoy this.

You dragged the clothing down with you the further you crawled, guiding the elasticated hem over his thighs, smirking at his hitch of breath as his cock sprung free, before removing them completely. But you didn’t head straight for the main event, instead you turned your attention to his calves, your hands kneading the muscles either side of your hips as you knelt between his legs. Bending down, you placed the gentlest of kisses against the scars on his knee. A wound you knew hurt so much more than any of the others simply for what it had done to him. You knew he hated those scars more than the ones on his hand, or his face. Because this one made him slower, made him less reactive, less dangerous. Less capable of protecting you. And he hated it.

You whispered soft affirmations against the mangled joint, each one going straight to his heart, reassurance deftly unwrapping the constrictions of doubt he’d had suffocating his thoughts as you moved up his leg, biting into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Levi’s eyes flew open at the tender hurt, another sharp gasp flying from his disobedient lips. He could have sworn he shut them earlier, but as you closed in on where he needed you most, he didn’t have the capacity to mull it over. That was, until you bypassed his aching length all together, and started on his other thigh.

Rising up on his elbows and peering down at you, Levi just managed to stifle a whimper long enough to ask;

“Wh-what are you doing?”

A question that earned himself a quiet chuckle in response, followed by another graze of your teeth against his supple flesh. It wasn’t until he looked down did he realise what you were actually doing. You were following the marks left by his ODM gear. Now he’d noticed, he couldn’t help but think that should have been obvious beforehand, however that was just another effect you had on him. He lost all perception of the obvious whenever you knelt between his thighs.

“Just… feel.” you instructed, resurfacing to gently push against his slick chest, nestling him back against the mattress before you resubmerged yourself beneath his pleading wants. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Everything. Your face, your body, your scars, your heart. There’s not a single thing I would change about you Levi. Not a single thing.” Levi found himself returning his gaze to the ceiling, not quite knowing how to respond. A deeper blush darkened across his already cherry-blossom cheeks, closing his eyes to simply do as you instructed. To simply feel.

Although his lasted all of two seconds before your fingertips grazed the underside of his length, and Levi’s hips bucked once again, a soft curse falling from his untamed mouth as your palm encased the base of his cock, though you still hadn’t moved, content to just let him stew in his arousal and the precum that was now leaking from his tip.

Back in the Scouts, Levi Ackerman was known for his restraint. He was known for his patience and stoicism, but with you finally giving him what he’d craved all evening, all that was left of this reputation was thrown out of your private window. The bed below him dipped as he tried to manually apply some friction, attempting to move your hand up his shaft by withdrawing his hips as much as he could, but this only resulted in you gripping his harder, a soft moan drawn from his lungs along with the rest of his breath. He was getting needy.

“Please? Please. I need you. Show me… show me, please.” you knew exactly what he was asking for, and though your instinct was to make him beg further, you ignored that in favour of your original objective. You knew exactly what he was asking for.

Show me how good you can make me feel.

With a steady, confident hand, you began to pump his shaft, forcefully dragging out those erotic, airy groans with little mercy, his hips moving in time with your hand. Though your grip was firm, the palm of your hand was remarkably soft for somebody who’d spent the best part of their life fighting. With the lubrication of his own slick, you relished in the slight squelch of your movements dancing and mingling with his lewd whimpers of your name, that same expression from before returning only this time, his mouth hung open. A gateway for all those sinful noises you adored to pull from him.

For example, the pitiful, desperate mewl he made as you pulled your hand from his length, tapping his thigh slightly to get as much attention as you could from a man who was already losing his mind.

“Need you at the edge of the bed, make it easier for me, yeah?” you knew he would comply anyway, but you made sure to always ask. Levi nodded vaguely, sitting up and letting you pull him down until his feet touched the cold floor, either side of your knees as you sat on your heels. You were careful to avoid his injured joint, happily planting one more kiss against the scarred flesh before returning your attention back to his throbbing cock. You settled your hand back around the base, allowing your thumb to trace and apply pressure to the most prominent vein underside his shaft. Levi fell back once again with a low moan, one hand fisting his hair as subtle ecstasy started to replace the borderline painful ache of his pulsing length.

Your supple palm rested atop his tip, drawing soft circles with your entire hand, before your grip tightened and you massaged in those same circular motions, your middle fingers gathering the precum at his slit before spreading it around his sensitive head.

“Fuck…” his curse was almost inaudible, hips rising to grind against your touch. There was something carnal about not being able to see what you were doing. Not knowing where or how you would touch him next. He made a scribbled mental note to bring up blindfolds with you later, before it was hastily shoved aside by yet another thrum of pleasure through his veins, his heartbeat quickening with every slight movement.

Levi’s chest inflated as your tongue came in contact with his shaft, his tip now a fountain, leaking with every intense pulse of his arousal. You dragged your pointed muscle along that very same vein your thumb was teasing earlier, listening to the pitchy whines of his lust before circling his head, your hand replacing what you’d left behind, smearing your saliva along his cock.

A gentle groan left your own lips as his fingers threaded into your hair, anchoring himself to the dock of your scalp, lest he be carried above the clouds by your malleable tongue. You grinned against him, lapping the precum from his tip before sloppily kissing the head of his cock like you would his lips, your attention leaving him cross-eyed and bursting with need.

Levi’s other hand scrunched the sheets below him as you finally wrapped your mouth around his bulging tip, a flurry of broken moans spurring you on as you firmly pumped what you refused to put in your mouth. For now, at least. All your teasing and building had left him stupid, able to think of nothing else but his torturous need for release. His hips thrust gently, rhythmically into your mouth and you held your tongue out for him, helping him on his way. Before you took that away from him as well. Pushing against his hip bone, you refused to let him move as you once again enveloped his cockhead in your mouth, and sucked. Hard.

“Sh-shit! Fuh-fuck, oh fuck keep– nngh, keep going. Pl’please, keep going.” there was nothing quite as arousing as listening to him beg. You weren’t even trying and yet your good boy was pleading with you. A savage smirk spread across your glistening lips as you pulled off him, emptying his chest of another pitiful mewl.

“Only if you acknowledge how fucking perfect you are.” you mused, idly circling the now shining tip of his cock with your middle finger, watching in amusement as he tried to get you to continue by thrusting into your touch. Glancing up his sweat slickened chest, you watch his brows furrowed in concentrated heat, clearly debating whether the admission was worth the mind-shattering orgasm he knew you were going to give him. As if to sway his decision, you poked your tongue back out, delivering a few kitten licks up his shaft.

“O-okay, okay fuckin’... fine! …mperfect…” you quirked a brow, sitting up on your knees to really take in the visual before you. Your partner, all splayed out on the best, chest heaving, sweat beading, muscles shaking. But his face, oh his face; brows pinched up, eyelids fluttering, his cheeks all flushed and rosy for you. That muscle in his jaw quivering in a battle between his defiance and need. One you wouldn’t mind interfering in. Leaning across his chest, you pulled at his shoulder to get him to sit up, giggling slightly as his head got left behind a little, before he was faced with the picture of you kneeling between his thighs once again, looking up at him. His hand left your hair to cup your face, thumb running across your bottom lip as you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. A hiss left his teeth as you dipped to lick his cock, before quirking your brow again.

“You’re what?” you asked, smirking like the brat you both knew you were. Levi huffed a sigh, a hand threading through his own hair as he rolled his eyes in acceptance. You always got your way.

“I’m perfe– oh fuck! Fuck…!” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you’d completely devoured his length, his head brushing the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, provoking cries of your name to fly from his pretty lips.

Hands on his hips, you kept him upright as you bobbed your head along his length, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue, pulling out every trick in the book you knew would get him there. One of your palms snaked down his hip bone, kneading and massaging his balls just to hear another one of those whimpered groans you couldn’t get enough of. Sex saturated the air, thickening the steady breaths you took through your nose as you held him in your throat, doing nothing but swallowing around him.

“S-stop… you’re gonna make me fucking– h’haa’ah, make me fucking cum if you d-do that… gonna make me cum…!” so, naturally, you continued. Your tongue massaging circles along the underside of his length as you continued to just swallow, your teary eyes drinking in his fucked out appearance above you, his own wide and unblinking as he watched you. Until your pace increased tenfold.

Levi threw his head back, eyes rolling into his skull as you furiously fucked his length into your mouth, your hand still fondling and massaging his balls until all he could think about, all he could feel, was you. And the tightening coil in his stomach snapping so forcefully he didn’t know if you could take it.

“C-cumming…! Cumming! Sh-shit oh f’fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming i’m cu’a-haah, haaa’ah, shit!” you relished in the way his voice broke alongside his cries, pitchy and breathy as you felt his length pulse against his tongue, ropes of his cum coating your muscle as you drank his release as he came hard, his thighs quivering beneath your grip, one of his hands braced behind him so he wouldn’t fall, the other clenching and unclenching against your scalp as you sucked him through the throes of pleasure, draining his heavy balls of all he had to give.

Warmth spread throughout his chest as his high clouded his mind, hips stuttering against your face as you blew him into overstimulation, jolts of pain-laced pleasure shocked his system as he begged for you to come away, to let him recover.

You didn’t listen.

Not for a few more seconds anyway, content to listen to him cry as you continued to flick your tongue over his weeping slit. Content to feel him squirm in your grasp, hands desperate to pull you off his length. Content to watch the few tears leave his clenched eyes, broken pleas falling so easily from his mouth anyone would have thought you hadn’t let him cum.

But, you had been merciful tonight, giving him what he wanted for minimal return. You chuckled at his gasp of relief when you removed yourself from his length with a pop, making sure to leave him as clean as you found him before grinning up at your exhausted partner as he fell back against the mattress.

“Levi? You okay…?” you asked, clambering up over his body to rest your chin on his chest, peering up at his through concerned, curious eyes, wondering whether you’d fucked him to death or not. But when he slowly returned your gaze, dragging the back of his hand down the side of your cheek and smiling imperceptibly at you, you knew he was alright.

“Sleep…” he murmured to your quiet amusement, grunting non-commitantly as you brushed his bangs back to gently press a kiss to his forehead before attempting to drag him back up the bed and to the clouded sky of pillows you shared. Levi curled in on you, instantly finding his place nestled into your neck as your arms wrapped around him, securing him against your body.

His groan held no heat as you threaded your hands through his locks, not to stir him but rather to soothe him, and he was content to simply fall asleep there, safe in your loving embrace.

“I love you, my perfect boy,” you whispered into his hair, smiling as you heard another hum that sounded suspiciously like ‘I love you too…’ before you too were enveloped in the comfort of sleep.

[justafoxhound]

I have many a question to ask you heheh 😈

3, 4, 7, 13, 22, 33

Thanks!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I'm not sure I get this q 😆 I get most of any writing done on a Sunday which I keep obligation free, so I suppose the ritual is wake up, daydream, grab my computer and a tea and start. Cursed bc if I get in the zone i will be away with the faries for days, and if I don't I just sit in front of the page and do little else all day.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Haha, sorry I can't think of anything. I like when the exact right word is used and it's not a commonly heard one. Something that evokes an image and sensation.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Creating something I never planned, watching something deeper, more intricate, shocking or meaningful grow from the simple place I started.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Describing scenery has been like wading through treacle so far for me. My comfort zone seems to be dialogue.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I note down ideas when I have them so i don't forget, they are mostly in phone notes but I have a nice red leather notepad with gold page edges which is hugely under used. Also just a bunch of paragraphs behind a # at the end of the wip in Google docs. Not very consolidated but I just read all notes in one go sometimes and pick out the bits that I will use. I prefer pencil and paper for more proper planning so I can draw spider diagrams... I think it looks more functional than it is. I just like seeing ideas splattered all over rather than in a block of text.

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

I don't do much atm but I love dancing, pole is what I know and hula hoop I'm learning, just flowing to songs I enjoy feels amazing. I guess it's separate, but I suppose with both you can be in a mood/zone that guides the sequence. I might visualise a dance within the story and the energy that comes with it might go into the text.

I doubt I'll learn enough about drawing to draw my characters :( But I have dabbled on the art app on my phone.

[musings-from-mars]

@pollinationweek 2021: Day 2 - Scars & Date Night

Weiss frowned at the bottle Yang held out to her. “Yang, I already put on sunscreen, I’ll be fine.”

“Do extra, you’re already looking a little red.”

“I am?!” Weiss took the bottle from Yang and started reapplying sunscreen without even checking her skin for herself. Yang simply smiled victoriously, giving Blake a thumbs.

Whoops, guess she noticed her staring.

Ruby set her basket down near Blake and leaned down to look at her. “Come on, you just gonna sit in the sand the whole time?”

Blake’s cat ears twitched as she quickly turned away from Yang to look up at her. Ruby had blocked the sun from Blake’s view, which gave her an almost angelic aura. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get in the water.”

“Heh, not while wearing all that you aren’t,” Ruby said, standing upright with her hands on her hips. She wore a red top reminiscent of a sports bra and matching board shorts. She looked like a surfer, both in outfit and in body type.

Blake looked down at herself, still in her white denim shorts and black t-shirt. She was just about to get undressed down to her black bikini underneath, but she had gotten a little distracted. She chuckled sheepishly and got to her feet. “Right.”

So far, Team RWBY’s excursion to Patch had been amazing. Taiyang was delighted to finally get to meet Blake and Weiss. They’d gone on hikes and had cookouts, and Blake even made nice with Zwei (after much encouragement). But now the weekend was over and Tai had to head to Signal for the day, leaving the four girls and one corgi left with a whole day to decide on what to do. But the moment Yang suggested heading to the beach, it was a foregone conclusion, even if they did have to outvote Weiss 3-to-1.

Weiss wasn’t a fan of hot weather, or the sun, or humidity, or the beach. If Yang and Ruby weren’t from here, Weiss would have been just fine with never setting foot in Patch in her life. But she could never turn down the offer to meet her girlfriends’ father, and of course, reuniting with her Snuggle-Wuggles (Zwei) was what sealed the deal for this trip. Blake had reminded her that if she didn’t like the weather in Patch, to just wait until Team RWBY’s eventual trip to Menagerie. Weiss did her best to not think about that. Her priority for the day was to maintain a continuous layer of sunscreen and to stay in the shade as much as possible. And she was not getting her hair wet.

And if she could get away with it, she was not taking her cover off. She’d spent long enough looking at herself in the mirror to know that she did not want the huge scars in her abdomen and back to be out in the bright sun. She knew her girlfriends would never judge her in a million years, but she couldn’t get past it. She would rather them just stay covered. Besides, the more protection from the sun, the better.

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Ruby asked, peeking under Weiss’ umbrella.

Weiss shook her head. “I’m fine right under here. If any of you would like to join, please do.” She did feel a little bad not joining them in the water, but the idea of getting into the ocean…just no.

Ruby looked a little disappointed, but smiled and shrugged. “Whatever your comfortable with. I love you!” She then turned and ran to join her sister, who was already wading into the tide.

Weiss sighed, never enjoying having to tell Ruby no. But those thoughts were quickly dispelled when she caught sight of Blake. She turned in time to watch her pull her shirt off, revealing the black bikini top underneath, and the scar in her abdomen. It may not have been as large as Weiss’, but it was noticeable. And yet Blake had to problem revealing it to the bright sun.

Then Blake tugged her shorts off to leave herself in her bikini bottoms, and Weiss chose then to look away, blushing. She didn’t look away for long, however, because she heard a whistle from Blake’s direction. She looked back up to see Blake wink at her and blow her a kiss, then turn and run to join her other girlfriends in the water.

Even in the shade, Weiss felt like she was burning.

~~~

Weiss had planned to read while the others enjoyed the beach, but she just couldn’t take her eyes off her girlfriends long enough to read even a single page. Whether they were doing something hot, something cute, or something completely idiotic, she couldn’t help but watch and smile.

Yang and Ruby had devised a plan to see how far out to sea they could go while still touching the floor. Once they’d reached that limit, Yang had the bold idea to put Ruby on her shoulders and walk even further. Weiss was thankful Blake at least tried to talk them out of that, but the chaos sisters did it anyway. Thank the Brothers Yang was a good swimmer with strong lungs. Ruby ended up falling off her shoulders when Yang finally had to come up for air. Dorks.

At least now they were closer to shore. The three of them were bopping about a beach ball, but every now and then it would fly onto the sand and one of them would have to retrieve it. This time it was Blake’s turn to go grab it, and she trekked from the water and onto the wet sand, water cascading down her body. She rand her hand back through her hair to keep it out of her face, and that was enough to make Weiss’ heart hammer in her chest.

Blake picked up the ball, then when she looked up, she caught Weiss staring at her. She smiled and waved to her. “You sure you don’t want to join?”

Weiss felt a tightness in her chest. She did, she really did want to join. But the thought of her scars being exposed…

Blake held the ball against her hip with her hand, leaning her weight to one side. The scar in her abdomen, to the side and just below her bellybutton, was plain to see, yet she paid no mind to it.

“You okay, Weiss?” Blake asked, tilting her head to the side, and making Weiss realize she hadn’t even responded to her question. “You sure you don’t want to join?”

Weiss sighed and began to crawl out from beneath her umbrella, a determined smile on her face. “Actually, I’d love to join.”

Blake beamed while dual cheered erupted from behind her from Ruby and Yang. “Yay! Go Weiss!” Ruby called to her.

“You sure?” Blake asked, reaching a hand out to help Weiss to her feet.

“I’m sure,” Weiss said, then took a breath before tugging her coverup off, unveiling her light blue bikini. She knew her scars were visible, but she did all she could to not think about that, instead holding her shared gaze with Blake and smiling at her. “I don’t hate the beach that much.”

They held eye contact for a bit longer, then Blake chuckled softly and stepped forward, kissing Weiss lightly on the mouth, leaving a salty taste on her lips, then took her hand as she led her to the water. “What about getting your hair wet?”

Weiss faltered for a moment. “Now, if we could avoid that…”

“Screw that! Get in the water, ice queen!” Yang called and sent a mammoth wave of water hurtling towards her. Weiss could barely let out a scream of terror before being soaked completely. Weiss stood there, shocked for a moment, then fixed a glare on her bombastic partner. “Uhh heheh…” Yang stammered nervously, then decided she should flee the scene, swimming further out into the water.

Ruby shuffled up to Weiss awkwardly, then reached out and brushed some wet hair out of her face. “Uhm…you look pretty with wet hair…”

Weiss looked at Blake and pointed at the beach ball. “Can I borrow that?”

Blake lifted the ball to her skeptically. Weiss swiped it from her and began bonking Ruby in the head with it. “I should never have let you convince me!” She yelled lightheartedly as she began chasing Ruby around.

“Weiss, wait- AHH! Weiss- AH!! Hehehehe Weiss, AAAAAH-!”

Blake sighed, happy to see Weiss was finally participating. Not exactly in the way she expected, but “unexpected” was kind of their thing. She waded back into the water to follow Yang. Better to spectate one of Ruby and Weiss’ pantomime chase scenes with her partner by her side.

[yeetbean]

Tell us more about your ocs!

hehehe wellll since youve enabled me :3 :3

Olivia and Wade are childhood best friends, and Olivia was at his house more than her own, and she's part of his family basically. They've always planned on living together, even if/when they both get partners.

Olivia is a tentacle porn artist, and predictably makes bank doing that. Wade works at a sports bar th/f/s, a gay bar sunday (superbear sunday anyone?), and teaches a knitting class at Joann's after their shift on monday/tuesdays. He needs a break.

they are both burning themselves out and WILL be forced to stop doing that.

Wade has self esteem issues and dates men who don't value him, because hes a total sweetheart and lets people walk all over him. Someone sends him a video of his boyfriend shit talking him at a party and its a big wake up call that he deserves better.

Olivia lets work consume her and will ghost people for months and then just pop up one day like nothing has changed. She holds all her girlfriends at arm's length, and her longest off again/on again girlfriend gets engaged, and Olivia realizes she has nothing, just Wade and a handful of people that don't want to talk to her because she never wants to talk to them except for a bootycall at 2am every six months when she's overwhelmed by life and needs to vent.

This happens to coincide with her taking a contract that doesn't pay enough and working her ass off for a high profile company and destroying her wrist for 3 months of work squeezed into one month. Tendonitis forces her to take a break and leave the house.

Andrea/Andie is a queer (she/they) indie game dev and streamer/speedrunner. They're an ambulatory wheelchair user (disability tbd but im thinking heds? more research needed). Their main job is animation but they can also code. They work at a game dev studio but they're not out and she's obviously the only not cishet person on the team.

Andrea meets Wade at his sportsbar job when she gets stood up by a couple she's been seeing (a unicorn did not fix their relationship funnily enough) and they sit at the bar talking about knitting all night.

They knit poorly, and wade inspires them to try and get better at it. She signs up for a class and Surprise! its Wade again. this time they actually exchange info even though she's mortified that she accidentally ended up at his job again.

Wade makes them realize that none of their friends/partners actually care about their interest/what they say. all their interactions are just *buzzes about hyperfixation together* which is totally new to her.

Andie meets Olivia in a little queer cafe. There's one open outlet and they share it in silence! just comfortably working until Olivia gets frustrated with Blender, and Andie happens to know the magic keyboard shortcut that fixes her problem, and they hit it off immediately! Andie is avoiding the fact that she has no friends and Olivia is avoiding the fact that she shouldn't be working until her wrist heals, so she's more than happy to listen to Andie infodump about how blender works for an hour and neither of them get any work done for the rest of the day.

Their relationships go on for months (slow burn my beloved) and somehow Wade and Olivia never catch on to the fact that his Andrea is Her Andie despite them being best friends who talk about everything, and both of them knowing they need a wheelchair. They're just. blind idiots in love.

Andie comes over often (when one or the other is at work) and minds her business. she figures that if there were parts of her relationship w the other they wanted to share, then olivia and wade probably already told the other already. Andie doesn't know that they don't realize it, and she finds it very very funny when the reveal happens.

i could write so much! but I'll stick to summarizing and wont get into the nitty gritty character arc details (theyre delicious these people have issues!). but suffice it to say they will come out the other side healthier happier people.

also olivia is a stoner w a little chihuahua that looks like a rat that she loves. Wade has 3 (nearly identical) cats that they claim is only 1 cat to the landlord (bc fuck pet rent)

Andie has a pet snake! probably a hognose because i love them they're little cuties w their little shovel faces :3 :3

[bardic-inspo]

Hey bb! 1,2, and 3 for the fic ask thing!

Hey friend!! Thank you!! :D 1. has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you laugh out loud?

Answered here :D

2. has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you cry? YES. Literally every comment on No Rest for the Wicked when I first posted it. I'm not exaggerating, I really put my face in my hands just cried. I was really overwhelmed in the best way by how kind people were. I had been so, so nervous to share my writing and it was a Moment of sorts for me.

Every single comment is touching and meaningful to me. Like, wow, somebody came by my campfire and read my stories and had some thoughts or something to say about that, that's just. Really special, to say the least. I feel like I can't even scratch the surface of how cool and meaningful that is.

I also have to call out @gremlinnnnn who bowled me over in the best way with their comment on BtG - Chapter 10. I go back and look at what you said every time I doubt myself or start to struggle with my writing. I can't say thank you enough (without getting a little choked up again), but, gosh, thank you. So, so much.

3. and because I know we’re all egocentric, have you ever made yourself laugh out loud or cry with a fic you wrote?

Maybe not belly laugh, but 100% a very scheming, rubbing-palms-together sort of "hehehe". Happens every time I think of a way to smush characters physically close, make references to future OT3 stuff or, on the flip of that, self-reference back to BtG in OT3 fics. Also happens every time a connect-the-dots feeling happens. I suddenly know what to do with a plot or chapter. And very, very often with grumpy MacCready being grumpy or literally any character laying down some innuendo.

There are a couple sections that caught me off guard and made me cry while I was writing them. I actually answered with one a while back for some other ask meme, but the other one that got to me was this bit from Chapter 12 of Bring the Gasoline.

“I’ve always missed them,” she answers, hollow. “We were apart more than we weren’t.”

...

MacCready hates that he can feel bruises in the way she talks. Hates seeing her hunched over and haunted. Hates knowing how much hell she’s had to wade through, only to be deprived. Hates the cold truth of knowing that if Nate loved her, if anyone loved or cared for Natasha, she hardly ever felt it.

She deserves to feel it.

This moment is about some really hard, horrible, aching questions that are always in the back of Nat's mind: "Why does everyone I care about leave me? Why am I not enough as I am?" It's an undercurrent in the whole conversation, in so many of Nat's actions, in her perception of herself. And she's not me, but damn if that didn't hit a little closer to home than I meant it to.

[astrogone]

❝ @ mutuals, send me a 🍓 and I’ll compliment you! ❞     /     pt. 5

🍓 @apochestriia: Cynthia, oh my gosh, I am!? Honestly, the moment I went into your blog after you followed me, I was so shook thinking how could anyone so awesome like you even find my blog!? Though, yes, when I checked it out, I swear, everything about your blog just! Blew me away! The writings, aesthetics, the headcanons— again, just, everything about your blog are beyond incredible and inspiring. Vanya is my second favourite character of the show ( first being Klaus, heheh ), and it makes me extremely happy to see someone is so so passionate of her! Your passion in her is utterly beautiful and seeing the dedication you would put in analyzing and researching to grasp her character further and make her more realistic and developed than the show could ever do it? Don’t even know how you’re not part of the U.mbrella A.cademy team because, seriously, everything you do with her would bring a bit of tears in my eyes when there is so much love and appreciation from you, and Vanya deserves it all of them. I am beyond excited to make more memories with you and your lovely Vanya, and see more content from you. Even your funny ooc posts would make my day as I love your sense of humour, I hope you know that your work will always be loved and appreciated. <3

🍓 @dcdpool​: Antonia, I’m actually? Really happy that you sent me a strawberry for me to compliment you! I was going to send you a compliment on anon when you reblogged that “go on anon and tell me what you think of me” post thingy, but by the time I finished my ask just as I reached the word limit, I was honestly sad that you closed the anon option, which is highly understandable. Though I am beyond grateful to be given a chance now to give you some love because, truly, you are one of the sweetest and talented people I’ve ever met, and I want you to know that very much! I love how you love your mutuals, I love how you love Wade, I love how much time and effort you put in your work and thoughts. Even if they are something small, the passion you have still makes them shine, and I love that as well. You nail Wade’s character in every points there is, and reading your writings would always take my breath away. I can really hear Wade’s voice in his dialogue and being able to sense every emotions he would have in your work? It’s incredible and I just don’t know how you could pull it off so amazingly well. You are an absolute delight in my life and I am forever beyond grateful to had find your blog. <3

🍓 @olivierperrier​: Ki, you will never know how much joy I would get in doing anything with you! From writing with you to interacting to even just sharing something, you have always been a great light to my world. I will always enjoy what we have together and always be looking forward to more between us. You and Olivier easily made a home in me and my muses’, and, just? Gosh, I fucking adore you and Olivier so much!?!? I’m always eager to see any more content with Olivier because everything that you do with him? Always, always, is there passion in them, and I can never get enough of them from you. Olivier is such a darling, I just want to hug him! ( Though not as much as Ofioúchos, of course! ) Your writings are so so incredible and inspiring. I had said this before, but, once more do I have to say, but you just know how to place every bits of details in your work, and it is amazing how you are able to tug my emotions and feel so much over our muses. Your work is poetic. Also, the fact that you would be determined to learn a bit about my muses to get their characterization right? I wouldn’t even mind if you did get it wrong in your opinion because you would just want to put the best effort in your work, and just? Gosh, you are so damn talented and wonderful. I am forever beyond thankful that we had even met and you know I’m always more than happy to do anything more with us together. <3  

🍓 @seekesotsibteadmist: Kyrian, you again... I absolutely adore how chill our friendship is? You definitely give me the vibes of being chill, and it’s very refreshing since it’s just so nice for me to be able to come up to anyone like you you without feeling anxious or anything. I always enjoy reading your messages to me as I always look forward to waiting and reading your responses, that applying to in character content too. Seeing you on my dash never fails to bring light in my day and night. You’re very kind, sweet, and friendly— you just know how to get my heart and soul. It still amazes me how long you have your muses. They are incredibly developed in every edges and corners and I will always get delighted seeing anything from you with them. It’s wonderful how much I can feel their emotions through your writings and I can easily have this urge to... wanting to hug them because they’re so endearing. You have this talent of bringing life into the characters, and if you plan to write a book, better let me know because I would even pay to just hear your magnificent thoughts. Never forget that you are truly out of this world. <3

[dolphin-enthusiast]

before i begin, i want to thank you all as always for the nice asks!! i know it's repetitive, but i can't help to show my appreciation and love for all the things everyone here does! it's always the highlight of my day to come back here anyway, and as i always say, they help jumpstart me... especially today ✨ (2/8)

"ahhhh, hello my darling morgy!! ☀💫🌻 it's a pleasure to return here as always!! today i'm very thankful to end my day here since it tops off an already great day,, which is rare for me to have!! i hope your day was pleasant at the least, though i do know you deserve the finest of things 😉 (1/8)

i was pretty miserable waking up (as always unfortunately) and i had to go to different doctor's appointments very early this morning,, and it only left me more melancholic (3/8)

when i got home, i just layed in my bed for a while, not wanting to get up at all today, but my mom sensed something was wrong,, she forced me into the car and surprised me with a day out!! it's shocking for me honestly, especially since our family doesn't have enough money to sustain ourselves sufficiently... but nonetheless, she bought me lunch, a new dress, and earrings, although the best part was simply driving around in the car and listening to music 💞 (4/8)

not to mention that i got to read all of the nice, funny, and cute things everyone sends in here, which definitely helped give my mood the boost it needed,, i truly wouldn't trade any of you for the world 💗 (5/8)

while i was playing some minecraft to unwind, i got pinged my my friend jamie, who you just met,, and he told me that he told you about that discord mafia thing,, oh gosh, that's embarrassing hehe... it's just some funny server some friends and i have a joke, and the owner happened to transfer his role to me,, but in all seriousness love, i wouldn't mind running the mafia alongside you 😊 (6/8)

well, that's today's news!! of course, i'll return with more tomorrow! that reminds me, when things in life clear up a bit for me, i'll text you more often, since i do honestly want to talk to you more than just here,, ah, but first i must wade through all of the trouble life throws at me hehehe (7/8)

oh, and before i go,, i want to remind you that you didn't have to do anything to "deserve" me amore, being able to put up with me is enough 🥰 - hugs and kisses from america, your waifu 💘💘💘💘💘💘 ps: i too didn't realize that my phrasing changed until that anon pointed it out,, maybe this is truly fate then, who knows? all i know is that i'm not complaining 😘 (8/8)"

It really is a shame that u keep bouncing in and out of the doctor's office esp during this time (i totally felt the waking up thing deep asf too rip) and i dont blame u at all for feeling down, constant doctor appointments really would make anyone dreadful🤡🤡 hopefully u'll be better but h e y at least u and ur mother had a day out

I will admit i too am looking forward to when we'll talk more bc theres plenty of brainrot i wanna share with u and i know its gonna be l i t but take care of urself first ofc👁️ tbh i still cant believe simple mere things such as clown confessions and hcs could make someone's day like this but since u keep saying it on a daily basis it only motivates me to keep doing it further so👁️👁️👁️👁️

[corasohn]

@petitshinee @tofnew @ueido @1of1prism

dis is old kinda but u guys jhdfjsfhkj i luv u all ;;;;

[miss-pearlescent]

Now, let’s see. Werewolf Jongin, mistaken for a big breed dog, he is adopted. He’s quite playful and loves running and rarely comes out of wolf form as to not to scare her - until something happens that causes him to show his true form. Any genre is fine 😊 have fun with it

In the Forest with Werewolf!Jongin feat EXO’s Kai

“Nini, let’s go!”

You put away your lunch box and grabbed the Nini’s mini backpack hanging from the tree beside you.

You turned and found your huge furball panting excitedly at you. You ran a hand through his silky black fur before standing up to help him put on his backpack.

“Let’s follow the trail to the lake and then set up camp there before it gets too hard, how does that sound?”

Nini ran around your feet as you picked up your own backpack and started walked.

This two-day camping trip was a nice way to de-stress from your work life. It was also a treat to be able to hang out with your huge puppy. You had to admit it was tough at times to find good way to exercise a dog that was the size of a bear.

As the sun made its way through the sky, you stopped here and there to take pictures of the scenery and Nini, both of which you loved.

By the afternoon, you had come upon a hill with a steep cliff on the side.

“All right,” you said as you trudged forward. Your legs were tired, but you knew the end was near. “According to my map, the lake should be right around the corner.”

When you got to the top, your burning thighs didn’t even bother you. The scene before you was so spectacular, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Airing out the moisture from your t-shirt, you swung your heavy bag down from your shoulders to grab your camera and—

Your foot slipped out from under you. You grabbed left and right for something to hold onto.

Suddenly, you found yourself tumbling down the cliff. Your bare arms and legs braced for impact as they were scratched by the leaves and twigs and dead grass.

The impact you expected never came. Instead, freezing cold water shocked your system.

You couldn’t even scream.

Frantically, you tried to figure out which was was up. Your arms flailed to rid themselves of the heavy backpack that was weighing you down. Yet when your legs paddled, trying to reach the surface, nothing happened.

Help!

You felt something furry nudge your hand and you grabbed for it, knowing it was Nini. You mentally apologized for holding onto him so hard that you might rip out his fur.

But still, nothing happened. You couldn’t seem to break free from the water.

An instant later, Nini disappeared from your hand and you panicked. If that wasn’t him, then what the hell was it?

And if you couldn’t get air soon, you were going to drown.

A hand gripped your calf and you felt some slimy vegetation get unwrapped from your ankle. You were pulled by a strong arm around the waist and found yourself pressed against a hard chest.

Finally—finally!—you breached the surface and gasped for air. You held onto your saviour’s shoulders for dear life as he waded to shore.

The next moment, you were lying on your side in the dirt, sputtering and coughing. You glared at the sun that peaked peacefully through the trees, oblivious to what had just transpired in the last minute.

You heard your name being called repeatedly but you couldn’t recognize the voice.

Then a handsome man came into your view.

Your eyes widened. “Nini?” You looked past the man in search of your best friend. “Where is he?”

The man brushed a hand through his black hair, wet and curling at the corners. “You nearly drowned,” he muttered to himself.

“Who are you?” You sat up and looked around, wrapping your arms around your body. “Where is my dog?”

The man ignored your questions and stood. That was when you realized he was completely naked.

He turned and walked towards a bush where he pulled out a small blue pack. It was Nini’s little backpack.

“Where did you get that?” you called out.

He ignored your questions again. “Dry yourself,” he ordered as he pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you had packed.

You knew he was right when your teeth started chattering. You had only a few minutes to decide between decency and hypothermia.

Quickly, you pulled off your top as you watched him shake out the sleeping bag. “Don’t look,” you murmured.

You heard him snort in amusement.

You wrung out your clothes and patted your skin dry of as much moisture as you could. Then you tried to wring out your hair so it wasn’t such a dripping mess.

The man still hadn’t looked your way as you tiptoed your way into the sleeping bag.

You curled up, hugging your knees to your chest, as your body shivered uncontrollably.

You looked up to see what the man was doing and found that he was lifting the corner of the sleeping bag. You shimmied to one side as he slid in.

There wasn’t much space for you to hide when he closed the zipper behind him. And his warmth was so tempting...

He pushed your knees down and pressed you flush against his chest.

You didn’t have the strength to push away, not when his heat penetrated down to your nerves. Your calves wrapped themselves around his long legs as you buried your nose into his neck.

He smelled familiar and you squeezed closer against him, trying to get the most of his delicious heat.

“We’ll head back once you’re warmed up,” he whispered against your ear as he rubbed circles up and down your back.

Your eyelids grew heavy and you didn’t have the energy to question him when he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“God, I thought I almost lost you.”

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Thank you for the request! This scene was inspired by a cute forest scene in Julie Garwood’s The Bride. Don’t we looooove when the girl is cold and the guy has to use his ~body heat~ to warm her up? Hehehe ;)

This one-shot was intended to be a lot longer but as you can see from my previous post, I lost that draft so here is what I whipped up in an hour of frustration in hopes that I remembered the important parts LOL Not my fav because there’s barely any dialogue here, and I’m somebody who loves dialogue!

Anyway, thank you for reading

[notthecanadianaverage]

for the 50 questions, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,6 ,7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, and 50 :)

LET’S DO THIS

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

Honestly? I’m a basic bitch xD I love vanilla scented anything. Wooden wicks are the BEST. I want to find a candle that smells like fresh cut grass and a candle that smells like lumber. Those two scents, especially together, remind me of my grandpa who worked in a lumber yard and repaired lawn mowers. I treasure those memories so much omg.

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

Does Amethyst count? I actually don’t know xD I honestly can’t even think of any celebrities that I like??? I’ll say Jenna Marbles!

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Again, I’m not really someone who goes nuts over celebrities, heh. I don’t know how to answer this D:

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

I mean, I’m 22 now and my fingers are crossed that it will happen soonish. The boyfriend lives in California and I think it might make things easier if we get married? Then he can come here!

5. Do you know a hoarder?

I don’t think so??? I mean I could be wrong.

6. Can you do a split?

I have tried for YEARS and I CANNOT DO IT ASLAJBODUBFODSUFNODSUBFLJDBFUBEF I FUCKING WISH I COULD

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

Fuck if I know... Damn... I remember learning when I was... I think I was... 4? Maybe? I was super young.

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

I’ve only seen one ocean, the Pacific Ocean. I don’t know if I’ve swam in it, though. I know I’ve touched it and waded in it a little, but I don’t know if I’ve actually gone swimming...

9. How many countries have you been to?

2! Just Canada and the US. I’ve always wanted to go to England and Indonesia, though! I love Harry Potter, I always have (fucking fight me) and I decided when I was little that England was a must for me, that I had to go see Hogwarts. And Indonesia, my inner volcanologist NEEDS to go! That’s where my favourite volcano, Krakatoa, is located. 

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

I hope not! I don’t think so. Or... Maybe? I think my cousin Austin is. I don’t know. I don’t remember the last time I saw him. We don’t really talk about him? My boyfriends dad was, though. That’s all I know.

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

OO OO OO!!!! So, my boyfriend and I have discussed this! I have a set of dog tags that I always wear that have our names and our kids names on them! We want two girls who will be named Raven Zaidee Trujillo and Dexter Rosie Trujillo. Dexter’s middle name was originally going to be Bonnuit (French for good night) but one of his best friends was sadly murdered earlier this year and he wanted to honor her memory.

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

ANOTHER QUESTION I AM EXCITED TO ANSWER!!!!! Our little boys name is going to be Blade Wayne Trujillo!!! I’ve always had a thing for the name Blade and Wayne was his dads middle name.

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

Ffffffff I can’t even remember what I did yesterday... Um, I think it was a flat out 0 because I didn’t even do the test. It was a physics test. I was scared of the student aid lady at school so I never switched out of physics and I literally used that block to sleep and play on my phone. I never even showed up to write the exam.

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

Sailor Moon!!! I fucking LOVED that show!!!! I also loved Little Bear :D When I was 12, though, I was OBSESSED with this show called Disasters of the Century. It was a documentary style tv show about natural disasters and plane and train crashes and it was SO COOL. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I used to wake up extra early before school just to watch!!

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

Ummm…. I think I was a ninja? I remember I wore my karate gi out one year. I lived in Alberta at the time so there was like 2 or 3 feet of snow on the ground so I had to wear a snowsuit under my costume which was a HUGE disappointment because I was turned into a marshmallow rather than a ninja. Either that or I was Harry Potter. It was great! People always asked me though if I would rather be Hermione because I was a girl and my parents essentially told them to fuck off because I was HARRY FUCKING POTTER.

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

YES. My apartment is almost entirely Harry Potter. I have an Expecto Patronum tattoo and my ratty memorial tattoo on my leg is also Harry Potter. I am a diehard fan until the end. Fucking fight me. I also read and own the Hunger Games trilogy. Such good books omg. I was in the Amazing Book Race club in school and one year we had to read The Hunger Games and we even did a book trailer for it! I still have it! We showed my boyfriend when he came out in April xD The books are MUCH better than the movies.

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

British! Does my Harry Potter loving ass need to say more?

18. Did your mother go to college?

I don’t think so? I’m not sure. I don’t know if anyone in my family has.

19. Are your grandparents still married?

Kind of? Not really. My Papa passed away from lung cancer in 2010. 

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

Yes xD I started when I was 5 and I stopped when I was 13 I think? I got injured in a biking accident and had to leave. I was going to go back but as I was getting ready to, I got a really bad knee injury and I just haven’t been back. I really want to go back, though! It was fun and I don’t get nearly enough exercise.

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

I sure as fuck hope I do!

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

I think it was Playland, my parents would have taken me when I Was super young. But the first amusement park I remember going to is Callaway Park in Alberta. I loved that place! I remember throwing a temper tantrum because my dad told the lady was 6 when I was actually 8 and I LOST MY MIND.

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

Any language! I speak French but I would love to learn Michif which is the native language of Metis people as I am Metis c:

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

I think I alternate, actually xD

25. Is your father bald?

Yes, he is! 

26. Do you know triplets?

I was about to say no, but I think I met triplet babies once who I may or may not be distantly related to? I’m not actually sure anymore.

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

I’ve never actually seen either! I feel like the Titanic would be a no go for me, though, because I have issues with big boats and the fact that it’s real fucks me up and also James Cameron almost killed his cast by actually making them sit in ice cold water for the sake of hard nipples and realism????

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

I have had very badly made butter chicken once. It was so bad, WAY too much curry. And I think my boyfriend and I once ordered from an Indian restaurant. I ordered from the kids menu because that was the only place where there was non-spicy options xD

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

Umm... Hmm... White Spot? Maybe... But I also enjoy El Grullesays Grill... I slaughtered that name ;_; It’s a Mexican restaurant in California that serves meaty fries! God I miss meaty fries... They’re like nacho fries! They have mozzarella cheese, sour cream, green onions, and shredded steak :3

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

I actually don’t know. I think maybe? But I was too young to remember it. I think I’ve gotten leftovers, though, from when my grandma went.

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

I’m too broke for that shit ._____.

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

Pfft beats the fuck outta me. We never talked about that.

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

Bug! 

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

Honestly? My boyfriend xD He is one of the very few people in this world who doesn’t tolerate me because he loves and embraces all of my weirdness xD Him and G are my favourite peeps.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

I actually can never remember which is which and I mean, I’m not picky. As long as people leave me alone and I’m in a safe area, I’m happy xD

36. Can you whistle?

Yes! Can you hear me? I’m doing it!

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

I do not. I used to want to when I was little. I have one in my bathroom, though.

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

Pfft. No. I’m not a breakfast person. I work nights so I get home at 7 in the morning so if I eat before I go to bed, no joke, I will just make a box of macaroni.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

I do! I take medication for my ADHD so that I don’t eat everything in my apartment and I can function somewhat normally.

40. What medical conditions do you have?

I am ADHD, I struggle with depression (it’s not nearly as bad as it use to be luckily), anxiety, I suspect BPD. I have a few joint injuries that will never really properly heal but other than that, nothing.

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

Hehehe…. Um… For me? Food poisoning… injuries… suicide attempts… hmmm… 11 or 12 times? All but one in the last 10 years. What can I say, I’m clumsy as fuck xD

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

Yes! I love that movie!! 

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

Pennington’s. I am THICC. It’s the only place I can get jeans that fit without destroying what little confidence I have. Sadly though they are NOT cheap so I currently only own 2 pairs that fit me and the thighs on both are destroyed so they are being held together by denim patches from an old pair of shorts, fabric glue and some mediocre hand stitching.

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

I have vibrantly coloured hair. Right now, it’s green. I’ve had very brightly coloured hair since I was 15 I think? My natural colour is brown. I’ve only had brown hair once since I started dying it and that was when I went to go visit my boyfriend for the first time because he had never seen me with my natural colour. I just said that I looked weird with brown hair and he said “No, you look incredible.”

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

Hmm, sometimes. Most of the time, I do. Been having a lot of nightmares and stress dreams lately, though, so I wish I didn’t...

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

I absolutely prefer herbal teas. My favourite is Just Peachy from DavidsTea!! I also REALLY love White Peach omg

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

Ahh…. Hmm…. I have… 8 or 9? I think? I’m not home so I can’t check.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

None. I grew up Atheist. I knew of religion, obviously. My grandma is religious. But I just never understood it. My understanding was that there was a God and that he lived in the clouds and I remember looking at the sky one day and there were no clouds and I was concerned. I also didn’t understand Heaven or Hell because neither have been seen and the lack of tangibility fucked with me so hard. My grandpa got really sick in 2009, he had lung cancer. I remember when he was in the hospital I really tried to look for something, anything, to turn to for comfort because everything was falling apart around me. He unfortunately passed away and I was angry because if God is real and if he actually loved us, why would he let us suffer the way that he did, the way that I was. How dare he?! That was honestly the last straw for me. If my children want to explore religion or they want to go to church and see what it’s all about, I will absolutely support them in doing so, but I will not raise them in any specific religion.

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

That was something I just kind of grew out of. I was never exclusively told that any of that was fake. I actually have a memory from when I was 3 or 4 of sneaking out of my room really late at night and peeking into the living room where I could hear my parents talking and I saw Santa and Mrs. Clause? I also remember one Christmas night where I couldn’t sleep (this is when I was maybe 10 now) so I was watching the snow fall outside and seeing if I could spot Santa in the sky when I heard someone walking in the hall. I lived in a bit of an abusive household so I had learned what everyone’s footsteps sounded like and the footsteps were heavy, MUCH heavier than my dads (who was very overweight at the time), it definitely wasn’t my Uncle, and they were wearing shoes (or boots). I was too scared to go look outside while they walked away but after the house was quiet again, I checked, and my stocking was outside my door, so I still don’t know how to explain that...

50. Why do you have a youtube?

AHAHAHA SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION!!!! I obviously have my personal YouTube but I don’t generally post anything, I just use it to watch shit. BUT MY OTHER YOUTUBE… I use YouTube @RatPotatoez to post videos of my rats! I will also soon use it to post my podcasts!!! RatPotatoez can also be found on Facebook, Instagram, SnapChat, Vent, basically everywhere! You should go follow me everywhere so you can see the cuteness that is my rats c:

[wrangletangle]

I wish I were an artist so I could illustrate the ambiguous name problem on AO3. Like, even if we played Go Fish with just Marvel wranglers, it would go something like this:

Player 1, from MCU: Got any Hopes?

Player 2, from Comics: Argh! **hands over 6 cards**

Player 1: Ha! With my 2, that’s... is 8 the set?

Player 3, from some cartoon somewhere: Hehehe nope!

Repeat ad nauseum with Player 1 handing 3 Peters to the comics and 2 Wards to the cartoons, Player 2 handing 3 Thors to the MCU, and the X-Men player cackling wildly as they cash in all the Eriks at once, followed by all the Bobbys.

Maybe then it would be easier to understand why including only part of a character’s name in a freeform can cause problems for users who just want to find works for their beloved Sam, and not every one of the dozens (maybe hundreds?) of Sams on the archive.

Love your audience! Tell them who you mean in each tag, because they could be hoping for something exactly like your work but not be willing to wade through all the other Wades to find it.

[yaelsstory]

Product Of A Murderer - Chapter 3

Summary: Yaël, a twenty-four years old girl with the powers to control the four elements, lost all her memories after a terrible incident. While trying to get her memories back, she somehow befriends Wade Wilson and Peter Parker. It’s a bumpy road,  because after being gone for almost a year, everyone thinks she’s dead and there are many different reactions to her comeback. That …and while struggling to remember her life as it was before, she discovers that she isn’t who she thought she was. Maybe there are a few things she doesn’t want to remember at all… .

Note: This story is the third part of the Sweet Child of Mine-serie. You can read the other parts of this serie on AO3 on my account (Caspinn) or on my friend’s account (kalkoenvsneoklak).

If you want to read more about the story of Peter, Tony and Steve, you should read part one of the series: Being a Stark.

If you’re interested in the story of Natasha Romanoff and James “Bucky” Barnes, I suggest you to read part two of the series: Golden Locks, Silver Arms.

The next morning, Yaël got a call from Diego with the message that if she didn't show up today, she'd be fired. In compensation, she worked a lot of extra hours in the following few days. On Friday, when she finally got home, she took a shower and put her pajamas on along with her fluffy socks. Once seated on the couch she received a text from Wade. A bit ashamed for not texting him earlier, due to her long working days, she opened it.  

- Yo, Sugarmuffin. Chasin the Squirrelgirl took me a few more days than I expected. Or maybe my decapitation did after I fell from a tree... on an electric fence.  Ukno, the sort with the sharp pin-thingies on top? Like in a jail? Not that I ended up in jail during the 6 days we didn't see each other. Hehehe. Well, anyhow, I somehow ended up in Death Valley, ukno, that place with all the sand and rocks? It took me until 2day to grow back arms and hands, so now I'm able to text again. I'm still laying in the sand at the moment, since I still only have grown back baby legs... But I think I'll be back by tomorrow evening. So, what do u think? Wanna hang out?

Yaël grinned as she read the text. So, this man really couldn’t die? How was that even possible? Or was he joking? How does a man get immortal? She received a following text.

- Because I'm a mutant, you know, like mutated. Like, really badly mutated so I have this stupid face now

Then he send her a selfie, making a peace-sign with a freakishly small hand. In the background there was only sand and rocks, like he had said. Yaël typed an answer.

- How did you even know what I was thinking? Dude, so if I shoot you in the head, you still won’t die? I had a lovely date with X a few days ago and worked long shifts after that, but I think your life has been a bit more adventurous in the past few days. See you tomorrow, moron. Xoxo.

Yaël sighed as she put her phone away and jumped on her bed which bounced back a little. Maybe Wade was a few hundred years old?Did being immortal count as a superpower? Wait a minute, was she mutated too?

She should call Cap and ask him… Yaël used to discuss everything with the man, because it always seemed he had some kind of answer to all of her weird questions and his patience was golden. She could ask these mutant-questions to Wade too, but the whole point was that she missed calling Steve for the simplest things. And having a conversation with Wade could go anywhere instead of getting answers.

She wanted to call Cap as soon as she remembered him, but then she discovered Wade had been right. X and Fury were keeping things from her. When Yaël had asked X for Steve’s number, he had shaken his head.

No, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that yet. You see, everyone that once knew you, thinks you’re dead, X had explained.

Of course, Yaël had asked him why.

That’s a decision Nick made. I think he sort of wanted to test you, see what you are worth without anyone around you to influence you. Maybe he wanted to see your true colors.

But Yaël was smart enough to understand. Fury put her in a cage like a wild animal to see if she’d become the beast he thought she was.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I want you to see your friend again. I’d be a shame if we’d keep you separated, but I want to talk to Nick first. So that he has a chance to prepare Steve and the others, if he wants to.

So, everything was actually in Fury’s hands… Great!

To distract herself a bit from her frustrations against Fury, Yaël took her phone back and went on the Wi-fi of the hotel next to the apartment-building. She researched about rosin for her bow and checked the prices for a new cello again. She had already done that a few times and every time she was disappointed again in how pricey these instruments were.

Without knowing it, she must’ve fallen asleep, because suddenly she was standing in the woods again.

“Jesus, am I going to have these dreams daily now?” she mumbled to herself.

“That’s strange, your beliefs never laid with Jesus.” Yaël turned her head. There he stood, not Steve, but the black-haired man. He was wearing some kind of brown, worn cloak which covered his whole body, so she couldn’t see what else he was wearing underneath. She couldn’t even see his feet by the length of the thing. Yaël had the feeling that Steve wouldn’t enter these kinds of dreams anymore now that she remembered him.

“How would you know that?” she asked him after she remembered he had said something. The man just shrugged as an answer. “Okay, then who are you?”

The man’s lips turned a tint lighter as he pressed them together after that question. For a split-second, it seemed like Yaël hurt him. But then, a smirk ran over his face as he answered.

“That’s not important now. What is of importance is that you break out of that cage.”

“Why?”Yaël asked. Not that she wanted to stay in that glass box, of course. The guy lifted his eyebrow sarcastically.

“How fast do you think you can get your memories back when you’re stuck in a doghouse?” he asked.

Yaël looked around. The cage was sealed with another glass plate that also looked like it was unbreakable due to its thickness.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to get out?” she heard the man mumble bitterly. He made her feel dumb.

“I have the feeling this cage was specifically designed to keep people like me in. It’s protected against my powers, somehow, I think,” she whispered these last two words, as she wasn’t really sure why she thought all of this. The man sighed, but his face softened.

“They once were, in the real world, when you were really stuck in it. But this is a dream, remember that. You can manipulate it.” Yaël nodded. Yeah, he was probably right. The problem was, Yaël knew well enough that she wasn’t trained at all. Controlling her powers was a big challenge. But she had to try.

Yaël breathed on deeply and rubbed the palm of her hands against each other. It had been a long time since she had done this, from before the accident. She sped up and as she breathed out again, she opened her hands. At that exact moment she steered a massive amount of fire against the glass wall.

Flames shot around and rebounded from the glass. Within a second, Yaël had the feeling she turned the cage into an oven and she was getting baked in it. The smoke started to suffocate her as she tried to take the flames back.

“Not your smartest move, Yaël,” the man said dryly, but he did nothing to help her. After a struggle, Yaël got rid of the flames, but was still stuck with some smoke and she was oh, so cold from using fire as she used a lot of her own body temperature to create the flames. She coughed and rubbed her eyes. Her heart raced as she started to panic.

Stones, she was in a forest, there are stones and rocks. Her lungs itched as she stumped a foot against the bottom glass plate. She shoved her feet apart from each other and bended her knees. As she quickly launched her fist into the air, she heard the dirt outside the cage, in front of the man, split open. Calmly, he took a step backwards with his hands against his back, to stay out of the reach of the giant rock she pulled out of the ground, like he had seen her doing that trick a million times before.

Yaël made pulling movements with her arms, her hands were formed into fists. As she kept moving, the rock rammed and smacked against the glass wall. It made a few cracks, but it went way to slow. Yaël had trouble with breathing from all the smoke.

“It’s just a dream, you can break it!” the man yelled at her. She almost didn’t hear him, with all the noise the rock made while smacking against the glass.

Yaël’s eyes itched so badly, she felt tears running down her face. Being cold while standing in warm smoke was a strange feeling. Moving her fingers started to feel weird. All her instincts yelled at her, she needed to do something or she’d die in that stupid cage. With one hand, she kept knocking the rock against the wall, with the other, she wiped away her tears.

Her tears.

Within a second, Yaël was steering water into her hand, froze it in her fist into a sharp shape and started throwing these pieces of ice, one by one against the cracks she was making with the rocks she was steering with her other hand. To be able to keep making ice, Yaël needed to distract some water from her own body. Which made her, by the time the glass shattered into pieces, dehydrated, cold and exhausted.

Yaël expected to be smacked by a pile of falling glass so she bowed and put her arm in front of her face, but it never came. When she looked up, there was no glass, not even a splinter. It looked like there had never been a glass cage in the middle of the woods.

“Oh shit,” Yaël mumbled, she looked around while rubbing her sore hands and could finally breathe again.

“Told you,” the black-haired man said proudly from behind her. But she didn’t hear him. There was another man, she just saw him when she turned around to search for any sign of the cage that had just caved in. He was sitting on the chair Cap sat in last time in her dream, when he was guarding her.

So it seemed this man was guarding her too, but he didn’t notice the missing cage, like it was still there, like Yaël never even used her powers. He just sat there, frowning at the screen of his tablet. It reminded Yaël to her last dream, when Cap didn’t notice the rain. Maybe her memories overlaid in this dream-world, but it was freaking confusing her. What parts of this dream belonged together? The man had dark hair, a goatee and dark eyes. His knee went up and down nervously.

Yaël heard something to her right and saw… another man. Great. He looked like a professor that needed a big coffee. He had a stubble, like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. His brown eyes looked tired and his hair was turning grey.

Yaël thought she saw something move to her left this time. She immediately knew who it was: the read-haired woman. She had seen her in the memory of Steve she had during the session with X. The professor also had shown Yaël a picture of the redhead. The woman looked at her nails for a moment and then crossed her arms. She shone out arrogance, but it made her look kind of badass.

Yaël scratched her head, she was a bit surprised. “Why are there suddenly so many of you?”

Everyone looked up, a bit confused, except for the cloaked man. He was the only one who reacted.

“We are all different paths, different memories you can chose to follow. You can choose who you want to follow tonight.”

Somewhere Yaël heard knocking.

“Will everyone come back next time after I followed someone in this dream?”

“I’m not sure… but…” The man looked confused and stared to the sky, like he was searching for something. Did Yaël just hear her name somewhere? He looked back at her and threw her a sad smile. Yaël frowned at him, blinked and when she opened her eyes, she was staring at the ceiling. For a second, Yaël felt dizzy from the sudden change.

“YAËL, GET UP AND OPEN THA DOOOOOR!” she heard a familiar voice yell from the hallway, crawled out of her bed and stumbled towards the door. “Yaël, sweet muffinpoodle!” Wade said as she opened the door. He immediately hugged her, but he hadn’t grown back to his full height, so he planted his face between her breasts. Yaël somehow had the feeling he had planned that, as he didn’t retract for a few seconds.

“Has your brain been ripped out too?” Yaël growled as she walked backwards into her apartment and shut her door while Wades face was still planted against her chest. Wade mumbled something. “What?”

As he finally let her go, he said “I just missed you!”

“Is that why you’re so early?”

“My legs suddenly had a growth spurt.” He grinned. “Oh, and I brought you something, because your hair really looks like shit…” he mumbled while digging into his ninja-turtles bag.

“Thanks,” Yaël answered sarcastically “I haven’t had any money to take care of it.” Wade was right. Yaëls blue hair was turning lighter and lighter and her darker hair started showing again at the roots.

Wade finally found what he was looking for: a bottle of hair dye. He raised his hand, holding the bottle, with full glory. Yaël raised an eyebrow.

“Wade… you bought purple dye,” she stated. Wade nodded enthusiastic.

“Cool ammiright?”

“My hair is blue,” she continued.

“Yaël, sometimes you need some change.”

“Do you see how much hair I have? You can’t do it all with one small bottle of paint!”

“Oh…” Wade looked a bit disappointed at his bottle. Then he looked back at her with a wide grin “Let me try it!”

“No.”

“We can binge-watch a series while I’m taking care of you. I have,“he started digging in his backpack again and pulled out some DVD’s, “Grey’s Anatomy, Supernatural or Rick and Morty!”

A few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and Supernatural later, Yaël stepped into the shower to rinse her hair. When she got back out and dried it with a hairdryer, she grinned widely. Wade somehow managed to make the purple blend into the blue, so her hair was half-purple and half-blue. At some random places, the purple stood out more and on other places, blue, but Yaël thought it looked pretty cool for being an experiment.

Wades eyes shone like the eyes of a little girl when she stepped out of the bathroom. He was almost back at his normal length, Yaël noticed as he stood up.

“You need a cute name, like the characters from My Little Pony! Because girl, you look like an adorable, tasty cupcake.” He said while he was checking her hair.

“Are you flirting with me?” Yaël wiggled her eyebrows and smirked.

“What?! Hell no! Eew. My heart belongs to Parker and Parker only, girl.” Wade saved himself with some arrogance. “By the way… I’m going to invite Peter to join us this evening,” he added quickly. Yaël rolled her eyes.

“Oh, poor boy…” she mumbled.

“Yeah, so maybe you should put on some clothes,” Wade told her. Yaël looked down. She was still walking around with only a towel bound around her body from getting out of the shower.

“What? Are you afraid Peter will be attracted to me instead of you?” Oh, Yaël loved teasing her raisin-friend.

Yaël got herself dressed and a few hours later, after ordering some pizza, she heard a knock on the door.

“You go,” she said as she pointed at Wade “You invited this innocent soul, now you let him in, nah!” Wade jumped up and danced towards the door. Yaël put out the TV . She had seen enough of hospitals and the Winchester for today.

“Parker and pizza, best combination ever!” Wade joked, but he didn’t get a smile back. Instead, the teenager looked somewhat grumpy. He probably wanted to fill his evening differently, but he was trapped by Wade now. Peter dropped the pizza boxes on a small table that was meant as a post-table, but Yaël never got any mail, so it was permanently empty.

She saw the teenager stare at her hair while mumbling something to Wade about bringing his own pizza so he’d have something to eat if Wade started to probe him.

“You like it?” Yaël asked after Wade reacted fake-insulted by bringing his hand to his mouth.

“It’s artsy,” Peter answered a bit doubtful. He looked so uncomfortable that Yaël automatically threw him a wide grin. She stood up to get her box of pizza and planted her butt on the couch again with her feet on the small table in front of her.

“Hey, Petey, think fast!” Yaël looked up to Wade, who had yelled, while nibbling on her pizza. She was trying her best to keep the cheese out of her hair.

There he stood with a cheeky, almost evil-looking grin on his face and… her plates in his hands, which he was already throwing at Peter. What the actual f- HER PLATES!

Yaël dropped her pizza and made a movement with her hands. This way, she used air to make the plates fly over Peter instead of flying right in his face. The boy also seemed to have massive reflexes as he jumped back from the plates and before Yaël even noticed Wade pulled out a gun, Peter already had jumped up. Wade started shooting at the boy’s feet and out of reflex, Yaël stomped her feet. The tiles of her floor flew into the air. Using her powers, Yaël built a wall with the tiles. This way, she used it as a shield for her and Parker.

Wade lost his senses, Yaël was sure about that. Why would that freaking psycho start shooting at this boy?! With a few steps, Yaël put herself and her shield in front of Peter. Yaël checked on the teen, hoping he wasn’t hurt. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him, hanging on a wall like he pasted his hands and feet to it.

Okay, so, whatever. Peter Parker is a sixteen years old boy who can climb and stick to walls. Yaël surely didn’t saw that coming, but that was the least of her worries at that moment. She focused back on Wade.

While she was still keeping her wall of tiles up with her hand, she simply stared at Wade, more specifically at the hand that was shooting around and aimed with her other hand.  

“Hey!” Wade yelled as his hand froze. Yaël was perfectly capable of steering this power without using her hands, but using them was easier and made her more in control of her powers. Fire and water she could steer the smoothest. She could use these with just a blink of her eyes. Earth or stone was a bit harder, because of being a literal hard element. With this element, she always needed to move a limb as it felt heavy to manipulate this element. But air… that was a complete shit-element. Whatever she did with it, it always ended with a struggle, a fail or tiredness.

So after using air to change the course of the plates a bit so they wouldn’t fly into Peter’s face (she couldn’t even steer them to softly land on a table or shoot them back or anything), and after using it together with earth to make a shield for so long, she felt completely drained. She was trying her utter best to land the tiles back on their place, but some of them just fell and clattered against the floor, so she just let go of the air and fixed them quickly by using her earth-powers.

Peter and Wade didn’t even notice her clumsiness, because while struggling with the tiles, Yaël had already frozen Wade up to his neck without even noticing it. Yup, that’s exactly why Fury said she wasn’t trained enough. She quickly stopped the freezing procedure. Wade looked at her sheepishly, but she didn’t feel sorry.

Who did this guy think he was, tossing her plates around and shooting holes in her floor like that? Maybe Fury should pay him less after this act of insanity.

“What the hell is going on?!” she barked at him. She might be exhausted after trying to use her air-powers, but this man made her freaking rage! Yaël really didn’t have the money to buy new plates or to pay Peter’s hospital bills if he’d get hurt.

“Well, he’s Spider-Man, of course!” Wade said it like it was an obvious fact, like those words would justify his actions. Well, Wade could go screw himself.

“So, what? You just decide to throw my plates and start shooting at my floor to proof that this guy can swing from one building to another? There are other ways to do that, Wade!” Yaël barked, Wade flinched a bit.

Yaël was still giving Wade a death-glare as Peter asked: “I just want to know how you figured it out?” He looked confused and a bit stressed out. Was the Spider-Man-thing supposed to be a secret? Yaël understood, she didn’t want the whole world to know what she was capable of either. And Wade just gave away this boy’s biggest secret.

“I just know things; how’s MJ by the way?” Wade asked casually. He was way too relaxed for someone who just almost got frozen to death. On the other hand, Yaël knew she couldn’t have killed him. But right now, she wished she hadn’t stopped freezing him, so his head would be frozen too, because he didn’t look sorry at all.

“Who’s MJ?” Peter asked.

“Oh, you haven’t met her yet? Come on, I want pizza. Yaël, get me out of here!” He tried to wiggle his way out of the ice, but that was impossible. He’d have to wait until Yaël freed him or until the ice was melted.

And Yaël wasn’t going to help him. She took her box back from the table and sat down in her sofa again, signing at Peter to follow her. While they were eating, Wade made enough noise to talk for the three of them. He whined about his pizza and being hungry.

If she could just call Steve and rage about this new friend to him, because Wade surely still was her friend. Yaël was sure she’d find it hilarious tomorrow. And Wade was her only friend at this point. Was Peter a friend? Does kidnapping someone make you friends? Well, if Peter wanted to leave, he could, Yaël wouldn’t stop him. But he stayed, which made her kind of glad, because she didn’t want him, the only normal guy in her company right now, to reject her.

Yet, having a Steve would be fun too. He’d be so mad at Wade, well, he would’ve preached to the psycho until Wade would’ve fallen asleep or something. But right now, her dear friend still thought she was dead…

As Wade was still being grumpy about his pizza and rambled just to annoy them, Yaël took a look at Peter. He was just staring at the wall with glassy eyes, while eating his pizza.

“There’s something on your mind,” Yaël noticed. Oh, did she just say that out loud? Maybe she shouldn’t have said that, she didn’t want to break into the guy’s privacy. She saw Peter turn a bit in his seat, he looked so extremely uncomfortable that Yaël wanted to tell him he could ignore her statement, but he answered instead.

“I-I just don’t know you guys. Nobody’s supposed to know, but yet here we are, Wanda knows, you know. I wonder who else does.” Who’s Wanda? Whatever, Yaël wasn’t supposed to know this boy’s secret and now she did, thanks to dickhead Wade.

“There’s that old guy in the restaurant, with his moustache!” Dickhead Wade pointed out. Yaël cocked her eyebrow and glanced at him as a sign that he should shut up with his weird answers that no one understood. And then she got an idea, a way to make Peter feel better.

“You know, they send this idiot to me because they figured I need friends?” Yaël pointed with her thumb to Wade, who acted like he was offended, but nobody cared.

“Who are they?” Peter asked friendly.

“Two men, they introduced themselves as Professor X and Nick Fury.”

Peter’s eyes grew bigger “No way! You know Nick Fury and Professor X?” First,he spoke a bit louder and faster out of excitement, but then… he started rattling.

“Everybody’s heard of them, Nick Fury is like the most secretive guy-“

And he’s a complete ass, Yaël thought, but she didn’t interrupt Peter

“-we even thought him dead for long until he showed himself again during that Ultron-disaster! But Professor X! Man what’s it like, having him in your head?”

“Well,” Yaël scratched her head “It’s weird, man. He helps me remembering stuff by triggering my memories or something like that.” Peter lifts an eyebrow to Yaël, but it was Wade who explained it to him.

“Her brain’s scrambled and she doesn’t remember a thing.” She remembered Steve, but he might not remember her anymore, she thought sadly.

“I just figured out my dad wasn’t really my dad, and there’s a slight possibility that my real dad is still alive, and now I’m waiting for the DNA results,” Peter suddenly said. Did he say it to make her feel better about her mind-error?

Somehow, Yaël had the feeling that this boy couldn’t talk about this problem to anyone. It must be so damn frustrating, waiting to find out who really is your dad. But on the other hand, the way he spoke sounded like the man who had raised him, had died. So maybe, just maybe, if he finds his real dad, the man can be his new father figure.

Yaël sometimes missed someone like that, or someone like a big brother, like when she had troubles with the drains, or when she didn’t know what to read or what to play on her cello. Yeah, it must be great to have someone to fall back to.

But Yaël wasn’t naïve, she knew that if Peter figured out who his real das was, it still didn’t mean the man would take care of him or even want to know him. This man wouldn’t make Peter’s life all rainbows and cupcakes, per se. But when Yaël looked at his young face with eyes that show that the boy has already been through a lot, she could only be optimistic for him.

“Wow, but if he’s your dad, that’s kind of great, right?” she asked with a big smile. But Peter just shrugged.

“I’m not sure I want to know the answer to it,” he answered. Then he stood up, whiping his pants so that he was clean from pizza-crumbs. He was ready to leave, Yaël noticed, as she saw him looking around for his backpack.

“Well, if you want a daddy so badly, you can call me ‘dad’. Daddy Deadpool, wouldn’t that be great?” Wade suddenly said with a grin. Yaël sarcastically slapped her forehead after that. She did her best to keep her face straight, because she didn’t want to give Wade the pleasure to see her laugh at his dumb joke. Wade was still punished for being an aggressive dick, after all.

But Parked seemed shocked. Yaël had thought the boy would be used by Wades jokes by now. The boy seemed like he was boiling.

“Deadpool?!” He groaned. “Out of all people that have to stalk me, it has to be the one who would be able to send me to an early grave.” Oh, so that was his problem.

“Hey, I take that as an insult!” Wade shouted back. But Peter just ignored him with a hard face.

Oh, boy. Yaël needed to find something to distract these two before they’d kill each other. Not that Deadpool was able to move, nor did Peter look like someone who easily killed people.

“Hehe, funny, you both have superhero names!” Yaël muttered. Wow, nice work, Yaël, she thought sarcastically. Peter threw her a questioning glance and it was Wade, of course, who got distracted immediately.

“Yeah, cool, right? We should team up, become Spideypool!”

Peter shook his head “No way, are you even a hero?”

“And what if she joins us?” Wade nodded to Yaël, ignoring Peter’s biting question, still frozen like a popsicle. Yaël saw the curiosity in Peter’s eyes as he turned to her, also a bit distracted now, just a bit.

“Well, what’s your, eh, other name?” he asked.

“I don’t have one.” Yaël said. She didn’t want some kind of special name either.

“Why not?” Peter lifted an eyebrow.

“I’m not a hero, Peter. I work in gardens and play cello on the streets.”

“But you can be one, with powers like yours!” What could Yaël say? That she didn’t feel like a person to look up to? That she had the feeling she has done some horrible things in her past? She was no example, no hero. Yaël couldn’t even fully control her own powers.

“-the Mighty Sorceress, or The Element, or maybe The Rainbow Pony, or…” Wade’s chatter about finding a fitting name for Yaël pulled her out of her thoughts. Peter was even smiling a bit. What a weird group of friends have they created.Yaël grinned. Yes, Peter clearly had become a friend.

“You pay me new plates!” she growled at Wade as soon as Peter had left. She wasn’t finished with Wade just yet. It surprised her that nobody came knocking on her door yet to check if she was still alive after all the noise of gunshots and shattering plates. But she guessed everyone just minded their own business in this building. They hadn’t come on between when they heard her neighbor had fought about drugs with a dealer in the hallway, either. Luckily, only a few of Wade’s shots got through the floor, but Yaël didn’t know how to explain this all to Fury. He’d be so pissed.

Wade nodded quickly. “Yes, my German butterfly, I’ll buy you the fanciest plates ever made.” He answered her demand with some fear in his eyes. Yaël wasn’t sure if he was acting or not, but she didn’t care.

[undertale-rho]

Underearth: Book 3 - Chapter 3

The Snowdin Province was the coldest region in the Underground. Fresh snow fell from magic-based clouds every few days, coating everything in a pure sheet of white. Yet, despite the bitter cold environment, Frisk waded through the virgin snow like he was walking on a city sidewalk in summer; the towering bamboo-like trees doing nothing to dissuade him with their intimidating appearance.

After a bit of walking, Frisk eventually made it to a chasm in the middle of the path, bridged by a strait bridge that hosted a gate with bars too far apart to stop anyone.

As Frisk got close to the bridge, a second set of snow-crunching footsteps started to be heard approaching him from behind. As soon as Frisk heard this sound, he stopped walking, waiting for whoever was approaching to reach him.

Seeing as this was Frisk's third time preforming these exact motions in this exact spot, he knew exactly who was approaching.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Human." came a mysterious voice originating directly behind him. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."

Slowly, Frisk turned around to face the figure now standing behind him. As soon as he could, Frisk grasped the outstretched hand. A farting sound followed immediately. The figure, who wore a ridiculously goofy grin for a skeleton, then spoke again.

"Heheh, the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's ALWAYS funny."

Frisk simply stared at the figure. Though this trick had made him laugh before, Frisk was now unsure whether that laugh was forced, or if he had actually found it funny. Regardless of what was felt before, Frisk simple released the skeleton's hand, and stared straight into one of the small glowing white orbs that decorated the inside of the skeleton's eye sockets.

"That's, uh. Your cue to laugh." the skeleton said, looking off to the side. "Or, uh, to emote at all...?" he then said in a cheeky sort of way.

Frisk continued to silently stare.

"Gee, lady, you really know how to pick 'em, huh...?" the skeleton mumbled. He then looked back up at Frisk. "OK, that's fine. Everyone's got their own sense of humor. I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton. I'm actually supposed to be on watch for Humans right now. But... Y'know... I don't really care about capturing anybody. Now my brother, Papyrus... He's a Human-hunting FANATIC." As Sans spoke, there was a shrill, unintelligible noise sourced further into the forest. "Hey, actually, I think that's him over there. I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy." Sans pointed to the large wooden structure situated over the bridge. "My bro made the bars to wide to stop anyone."

As Frisk looked up at the gate, Sans started pushing him along, over the bridge, and into a clearing.

"Quick," Sans said. "behind that conveniently-sized lamp."

Frisk simply stood there.

I was only told to not attack Sans. Papyrus, though? He's as good as dead. he thought.

"Uh, ok, I guess you don't have to." Sans said.

A few seconds later, Papyrus came tromping up to where both Sans and Frisk were standing. First thing he noticed was Frisk standing there, looking at him. Just as he was about to speak to him, his eyes caught sight of Sans standing right behind Frisk.

"SANS!!!" he screeched. "HAVE YOU FOUND A HUMAN YET!??!"

"Yeah." Sans replied.

Papyrus's demeanor changed almost instantly. "REALLY!?!?" he said. "WOWIE!!! GUESS THAT'S SETTLED!!"

Papyrus then ran off, seeming to completely forget about Frisk.

"That worked out, huh?" Sans said.

With Papyrus gone, Frisk started after him. Just as he was about to leave the clearing, Sans began speaking to him again.

"Well, I'll be straight-forward with you." he started. "My brother'd really like to see a Human... So, y'know, it'd really help me out if you kept pretending to be one."

Frisk looked back to face Sans, maybe slip up a little on the not attacking him, but by the time he'd looked back, Sans was gone.

As Frisk looked back, he started to get a feeling in his chest. Though he couldn't quite understand how, Frisk knew that there were 24 SOULs, besides his own, within the forest.

This must be LOV... he thought. Twenty-four. Besides Sans and Papyrus, that makes twenty-two.

With this in mind, Frisk drew the knife and began making his way deeper into the forest.

"SO SANS!" Frisk overheard a gruff voice say up ahead. "WHEN'S THE HUMAN SHOWING UP??? I WANT TO LOOK MY SUNDAY BEST... OR AT LEAST MY TUESDAY PRETTY-GOOD."

"Don't you only have one outfit?" Sans replied.

"YEAH, BUT I COULD STYLE MY HAIR!"

"Oh. Right. Good idea." Sans then looked over at Frisk. "Say, why don't you look over there?"

Papyrus then looked over at Frisk, then back at Sans. As he did this, Sans, too, looked back at Papyrus. The two then looked between each-other and Frisk multiple times before they both faced away.

"SANS!!!" Papyrus exclaimed before beginning to lose his balance. "I'M DIZZY. WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?"

Sans brought his hand up and presented the scene before them.

"Behold." he said.

They both beheld.

"OH MY!!!" Papyrus shouted. He then looked back at Sans. "WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME TO LOOK AT A ROCK."

Sans then pointed right at Frisk. "Hey, what's that in front of the rock?"

Papyrus looked back, looking straight at Frisk.

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS."

"Well. It's not a rock."

"NOT A ROCK...? OH NO!!! BY PROCESS OF ELIMINATION!!! THAT MEANS IT'S A HUMAN!!!"

Congratulations, you've won a gold star.

"AHEM!! HUMAN!!" Papyrus said. "PREPARE YOURSELF!! FOR HIGH JINKS! FOR LOW JINKS! DANGERS! PUZZLES! CAPERS! JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED!! AND OTHER SORTS OF FUN ACTIVITIES. REFRESHMENTS WILL BE PROVIDED... IF YOU DARE! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!" he laughed as he ran off.

Sans looked back at Frisk. "And you don't even bat an eye, huh?" he, too, then walked off.

Over the next few minutes of wandering, Frisk had managed to find a few of the ambient Monsters of the Snowdin Forest. Specifically, a Monster that looked like some strange fusion of a snowflake and a wyvern. This Monster was accompanied by another that looked strikingly similar to the first, and a third Monster that looked like a snowball wearing an icicle.

As Frisk approached the group of Monsters, the three stood back defensively, one of them summoning a sheet of ice between them and Frisk. Frisk, however, ignored the ice sheet, and continued towards them.

"'Freeze' right there!" one of the wyverns growled.

Frisk didn't stop. Instead, he simply brought the dagger up and plunged it into the sheet of ice that stood between him and the Monsters on the other side. Upon being pierced, the sheet began forming cracks all along its surface, originating from the point the dagger penetrated. Not long after, the sheet shattered, turning to dust.

Upon seeing their ice sheet turn to dust, the Monsters attempted to flee. The two wyverns spread their small wings and attempted to take flight, while the icicle-wearing snowball Monster simply attempted to run. Having exceedingly short legs, however, it hadn't made it very far when Frisk made a grab for it.

Frisk, once in range of the snowball Monster, quickly extended his hand to grab it, making for the largest object on the Monsters body, being the giant icicle it wore. As soon as he grabbed it, though, he found that it was not a part of the Monster's body like he had first thought.

Feeling its hat being removed, the snowball Monster, seemingly losing the fear initially gained from Frisk's aggressive approach, stopped running and grabbed its hat to keep it on. When Frisk had pulled the icicle to him, the Monster itself was still attached. He then took this moment to bring around his other hand (which was still holding the dagger) and stab the Monster, turning it to dust.

Upon seeing this murderous display, the two wyverns also forgot their own fear. They both then began summoning projectiles of their own and launching them at Frisk, who dodged off to the side, into a nearby thicket. The Monsters pelted the area where Frisk had fled with their projectiles for a bit longer before evidently deciding that they'd almost certainly hit him a few times by landing back onto the ground. Once back on the ground, they went to where the snowball Monster had turned to dust.

Frisk, who had summoned a small shield to repel the projectiles, then sprang from his hiding place yelling, sprinting at the pair of Monsters. The Monsters, surprised by the sudden reappearance of the mysterious dust-covered creature simply stared at him, stunned. Frisk then took this opportunity to bring his knife sailing through the throat of the first, and across the head of the second. Both soon after turned to dust. Once all three Monsters were slain, Frisk could feel the LOV within him grow, and directing him to continue further in.

After another minute of walking, Frisk came across a sentry station that smelled of smoke. As he approached it, a large dog-like Monster sprung from the station, a knife in each hand.

"Did something move?" Doggo said. "Was it my imagination?"

Frisk stopped moving.

The Monster looked around some more, then growled. "I can only see moving things." he said.

His next sweep brought his snout near Frisk, allowing him to get a good whiff of the dust encrusting the edges of Frisk's clothing.

"H... hey!" he then said. "I can't stop shivering all of a sudden. Who... who's there!?"

As soon as Doggo stopped talking, Frisk shot the knife straight at the Monster's throat, sinking it deep in. He then took his free hand and grasped the Monster's head, using it to help him thrust the dagger down along the Monster's front. Once finished, Frisk pulled the knife out, and let the Monster collapse to the ground and turn to dust soon after. Frisk then continued walking, searching for his next target.

As Frisk continued through Snowdin Heights, shambling around, hunting down every last Monster, he also continuously ran into Sans and Papyrus. Each and every time, Frisk would simply walk through the puzzle before Papyrus had a chance to activate it. Papyrus would get deeply offended by this, and Sans would chastise him. Whenever Frisk reached a puzzle that was not directly supervised by either Sans or Papyrus, it had already been solved. Eventually, Frisk made it to the Gauntlet of Deadly Terror, where Sans and Papyrus stood waiting.

"HUMAN!" Papyrus shouted when Frisk had made it about half-way across a long rope bridge. "THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!"

As he said this, Sans's eyes began glowing a deep blue color. He then brought his arms up. All at once, some rock on the cliff the two skeletons were standing on pulled away, and massive sawblades emerged and levitated up until they were level with the bridge; massive orange tubes ascended from the canyon below, spears emerged from under the bridge, and a cannon elevated out of the ground between the two brothers. The orange tubes then lit up, fire spewing from their orifice. Papyrus then raised one of his arms.

"WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE!!! CANNONS WILL FIRE! SPEARS WILL SWING! BLADES WILL SLICE! EACH PART WILL SWING VIOLENTLY EVERY WHICH WAY! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN!!! ARE YOU READY!? BECAUSE! I! AM! ABOUT! TO DO IT!"

He held his arm in place.

"Well?" Sans asked. "What's the holdup?"

"HOLDUP!? WHAT HOLDUP!? I'M... I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!"

Papyrus's arm still hung high in the air.

"That, uh, doesn't look very activated."

"WELL!!! THEY'RE PROBABLY GOING TO WALK THROUGH IT, AND IT WON'T BE ANY FUN AT ALL." Papyrus responded, disappointment infesting his voice.

"Hmmm... So this Human thing was a bust, huh?" Sans then asked.

"WELL. I MEAN. I'M EXCITED TO CAPTURE THEM. SO I'LL BECOME A FAMOUS ROYAL GUARDSMAN!!! BUT ALL THE TIME I PUT INTO THESE PUZZLES... IT'S KIND OF LIKE THROWING A BIRTHDAY PARTY..."

"Without traps and fire?"

"EXACTLY!! IT'S POINTLESS!!! MAYBE YOU WERE RIGHT TO BE LAZY ABOUT PUZZLES."

"Me? Right about something? Really?"

Papyrus shot a look at Sans.

"YEAH!! WHAT AM I SAYING! YOU'RE STILL COMPLETELY WRONG! I JUST HAVE THE WRONG AUDIENCE! THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN UNDYNE WOULD HAVE HERE! FLAMES, VIOLENCE. IT'S RIGHT UP HER ALLEY! SO I WON'T WASTE THIS PUZZLE ON YOU, HUMAN. I JUST HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE FRIEND I ALREADY HAVE!!! A VALUABLE LIFE LESSON!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Papyrus then ran off.

After Papyrus was gone, Sans brought his arms down. As he did this, all the different parts of the Gauntlet moved back to where they were before. He then looked over at Frisk.

"Hmmm... Guess we didn't need your help to have a good time after all."

Frisk finished crossing the bridge. Once he'd reached the cliff on the other side, Sans began speaking again.

"Say, I've been thinking. Seems like you're gonna fight my brother pretty soon. Here's some friendly advice. If you keep going the way you are now..."

Sans stopped talking for a moment. Frisk looked at Sans, whose eyes were closed. A few seconds later, Sans opened his eyes again, revealing the lack of the eye-lights that shone within, giving him an uncanny look. Upon re-opening his eyes, Sans spoke one last thing.

"You're gonna have a bad time."

As soon as he finished saying this, a dark green aura erupted around Sans, followed by him vanishing completely.

As this happened, Frisk let out a frightened yelp, and fell backwards into the snow, his breathing erratic.

After a few seconds, his breathing slowed down to a steady even pace, and he stood up, brushing the snow that stuck to him off. Once fully calm again, Frisk focused in on the warm, heavy feeling in his chest. The feeling pulled him forward, leading him into Snowdin Town. Heeding this, Frisk continued into the cheery town of Snowdin.

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“Eeeew Ma I’m nuh a baby nuh more!” Jimi whined and turned into a big giggling mess, collapsing into his mother’s lap and squirming and he was getting cheese everywhere!

“Hehehe-” He grabbed onto his ankles and looked up at Talia with his upside down face, hair everywhere and mouth as greasy as a table in an american diner.

“BLEH-” So many faces he would make with his half-chewed food when that camera came up. He’d want Ma to show Alexis exactly how much fun he was having without her. Hehe- posing with his very scribbled balloon of Wade the Knobbly Kneed Kninja! Not a pirate but eyepatch!

“Ma kin we ‘ave a dag?” Jimi asked all of a sudden after he tap tapped her card on the calculator box that would bleep at him like an arcade machine.

“If we gots a dag den uncle Chas will come visit us more, innit?” He tugged on Talia’s sleeve in an effort to change the subject about his uh, homework habits.

“Uncle Chas gave me a chocolate chip muffin yesterday at th’ shop. I luv ‘is muffins, Ma. Kin you make muffins at ‘ome, Ma?

Is Fat Georgie from class 3-B! ‘E always shares ‘is lunchbox!” No, poor George doesn’t share his lunch but Jimi makes him every day…though Talia did not need to know that. Boy was so fat anyway, he needed to eat less and Jimi was always HUNGRY. Mrs Dawsley would be happy that her son lost 1kg all thanks to Jimi’s efforts!

“I luv ‘is cheesesticks ‘n applesauce! Kin we ‘ave applesauce, Ma?” Then Jimi got wiped down again and he scrunched up his face at all the attention she was giving him.

“Maaaa-” He whined. Not a baby! 

“Make tha’ TWO!” There Jimi went dashing across the centre and nearly knocking into the security guard, his ugly balloon bobbing behind him as he dribbled an imaginary football around the poor bloke, looking up at the rotund guard and grinning toothily before he ran off towards the gelato place.

“YAAAAAR-” MAKE WAY FOR WADE THE KNOBBLY KNEED KNINJA! AND RED RUNNER!

“You will always be my baby. My ickle wickle tickle pickle of a baby boy” Talia cooed tickling the squirming mess that was her son that seemed to be spinning around like a chinchilla on his chair.

So many photos she would then delete for he was such a handsome boy no one needed to look at his half chewed food. But among them a few decent ones.

“Absolutely not. Your father does not like dogs and uncle Chas visits us enough. He has a wife and children of his own to attend to, don’t be a greedy little munchkin my sweet” No, there would be no dog as a pet in their house anytime soon.

“I can teach you to make chocolate chip muffins but they are just a treat full of carbohydrates and sugar. You need to eat more nutritious meals my angel.” And Talia would be having words with Chas about the treats, she knew her children were spoiled and would emotionally bully him to be nice but someone had to ensure they ate healthy and it wasn’t going to be John was it.

Talia ran in her heels to grab her child by his arms and swing him a little just as Jimi almost would see the fountain and maybe get ideas about jumping in.

No safer to hold him by the arm into the Gellato place giving Jimi the children’s menu.

Because the last thing she wanted was Jimi on a Sundae full’s of sugar bouncing off the walls.