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friend-shaped-but · 3 months ago

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Dhṛṣṭadyumna

I wrote this fun thing as a gift for @chucklingmaniacally AND as a writing excercise to get this character down.

tw for the usual mahabharat stuff of war and death+self-loathing and mild dissociation

They were born with a sword in their hand. They arise out of the fire, with no goal except vengeance. They are told they are a prince, the crown prince, even. Shikhandi stares at the ceremony from the gallery above, making no secret of his bitterness. Satyajit stands beside the throne, resigned. So, he was regent of Panchal, but now, he has gone back to being the spare. For a second, they feel good. They were chosen over others like Satyajit, who handled the kingdom and his father’s absence and his brothers’ hurts. Over Shikhandi, who brought many victories to Panchal, and was pushed aside because of one loss, or even Yudhamanyu and Uttamaujas. But father seems to forget about them half the time, so they do not pay the twins any mind either. Draupadi is the only one smiling encouragingly at them as they are crowned the yuvaraj, everyone else looking at them with either doubt, resignation, or even outright hatred. Dhṛṣṭadyumna feels that everyone is justified in hating him. It’s okay, they hate themself too.

They are proud. Too proud, in fact, to ask for help. They secretly feel relieved when Satyajit catches an error in the budget that could have cost an already bankrupt Panchal even more. For the first time, they see that calm visage cracking as he berates father for it. Berates father for making them crown prince, tells him off about how they are inexperienced and naive and should not be in the position they are in. Should they have asked father to hold off, give them time, time to adjust to this new world, time to learn all the skills a prince should have? They shake off that thought. They need to carry out father’s desires, they are only there to kill Drona, nothing else. A weapon does not question the hand that wields it. They do not feel like a prince, they never have. They are only a prince by virtue of being the child of a king who looks vaguely male because a man makes a better weapon than a woman. They’ve always felt like a weapon.

“Why was I spawned, why did you need me if you already had so many sons?” They ask the king.

“They weren’t you” The king says, but Dhṛṣṭadyumna hears, ‘they were not weapon enough’. They hope they can be weapon enough.

They’re not human, so sometimes they forget to breathe.

When none of their brothers talk to them at first, it makes them feel something strange in their chest. So they spend their time in the armoury of the Eastern wing of the palace, barely remembering to eat and sleeping on a bench there, training all day, sometimes into the night. Forgetting to blink, sometimes even to breathe. They need to be good. They need to make the king proud. That is what they were born for, right? Dhṛṣṭadyumna, the blade of Panchal, and Agn-Draupadi, it’s Soubhagya. Even now, the name agnija seems closer to them than Draupadi. She’s effervescent, effulgent, blazing like the fire of a yajna. She gets along with everyone, with her innocence and enthusiasm and good nature and self respect and smile. He loves her smile. They both diverge after emerging from the fire, him going after his father, his king, while she is taken away by the attendants who rush to make her presentable. Yajnaseni. That’s what shikhandi calls her, whenever they get a chance to talk. Panchali, Satyajit calls her, after their homeland. The thing dearest to him. After all, for what do they exist but to be figurines the humans can project their desires onto? So, in public, they call her Draupadi, the daughter of Drupad, and she calls them Dhṛṣṭadyumna, his avenger. In private, however, the word agnija slips as easily from their tongue as Ushna slips from hers.

And then, the palace feels too suffocating and thoughtlessly, they take a horse and wander off into the woods. The horse runs really fast, until it can’t. But the itch on their skin, the feeling like they’re trapped and trapped and about to explode- that hasn’t faded yet, so they dismount and walk ahead on foot. They’ve been a fool. The clouds were already greying when they set out, sunny afternoon quickly turning into a stormy evening and wrecking havoc all across the forest. They slip and fall and steady themself and bump into trees and- They don’t know when the world goes black.

The ground is still muddy when they feel someone shaking them awake.

“You-” They look at Shikhandi, confused. Didn’t he hate them? “How-”

“I’m your brother, what was I to do, leave you to die?” He laughs. “Get up!”

“Come on, I’ll show you the way out,” he says again when they hesitate.

They take the hand offered to them, and get up, shaking. The forest directly at the back of the castle was allowed to grow wild as a defence. Contrary to what people might believe, Kampilya was not a capital fashioned out of nothing when they had to pack up and move south, it was the winter capital of Panchal, a palace built more for leisure than work. Yudhamanyu and Uttamaujas had painstakingly made it a place worthy of ruling a kingdom from, while Satyajit ruled the kingdom and Shikhandi- Shikhandi was still reeling from the defeat. They don’t come out of the forest the way they went in, instead, coming out at a plateau at the northwestern edge of the city. A ramshackle bridge that clearly hasn’t been used in years is suspended across the valley, and on the other end of it, they see a bright flash of the signature orangey red that Agnijaa wears. She’s waving excitedly, and all they can do is look down at the gorge between them. Gingerly, carefully, Shikhandi leads them across, their hand on his arm, still not recovered from the shock of being actually acknowledged by the others. They’re barely on solid ground when the orangey red blur hugs them tight.

“I was worried sick!” she wails, tears in her eyes. “If anything is bothering you, tell me, please! I promise I will try to understand! Don’t go away like this!”

With dirt in their nails, they place a hand on her cheek for a moment before nodding. It was okay if they lied to others, right? They lied to themself all the time.

Their brothers are kinder to them, after that. Shikhandi trains with them, sometimes nagging, sometimes ruthless, sometimes easily bent, but always punctual. He checks whether they have slept in an actual bedroom rather than the bench on the armoury. He pays attention to every clench of their jaw, to every curl of their fist. And asks questions. Sometimes they serve to irk, sometimes to soothe. Soon, they pick up what he’s putting down and begin doing the same for him. It’s fun to get under his skin. Except for topics they know not to touch.

Satyajit is more patient, now, teaching them everything he knows. Telling them stories, telling them about the family. It is at that moment they realise that Kampilya is only a capital for the others, but for them? It is the only home they have known. They decide to make the big empty house into a home. Maybe their brothers will be happy.

They do not know if they are a man, but they’ll always be a brother.

Out of all of them, Draupadi is the first to get married. Shikhandi places a gentle hand on their shoulder and tells them that that feeling in their chest is called sadness. It’s okay, their twin, half of their soul is going away. It is natural that they would feel sad, he says. Can weapons feel sad, they wonder. ‘No, but twins can. Brothers can.’ another part answers. In the silence of the night, they weep. When they forget to breathe a few days later, they actually feel out of breath.

The next to get married is Shikhandi, with an epic love story. A warrior princess, a murder attempt, almost a war- Father trusts them to make decisions on the matter. Shikhandi trusts them to make decisions that make sure everyone escapes with minimal damage. So they place the princess under house arrest, and stand guard day and night.

And then it’s their own turn, with no flashy alliances, no grand love stories, just a nobleman’s daughter and twins on the way.

“I do not think I can give you love,” they say.

“Being Yuvarajni is enough, I think,” She smiles. “Power can compensate for many things,” she says.

Krishna. They sigh every time the name is mentioned. He is annoying, he drapes himself across the sofa, they cannot find words to describe him, and he trash talks them, and they give as good as they get. He teases them, attempts to make them ‘lighten up,’ attempts to get under their skin. The tricks do not work on them, for they have already been annoyed in all the ways possible by a variety of brothers. What’s one more? What really gets under their skin, though, is the fact that he can read Agnijaa like they can’t. They know there is no one else to blame for the ever-growing chasm between them, and they have resigned themself to it. It’s like everything else, it has to be thought about in parts. A part of them is happy she has someone. She deserves it. She deserves the world. Another part of them, a much deeper, much more hidden one, is bitter that they couldn’t be that person, and they know there is no one else to blame but themself.

Years pass, the children grow up. She is Samrajni, and they are just the crown prince. It makes them smile. Sometimes, they almost believe they fit into their role. Every day brings a new surprise, what with father giving the three of them more and more responsibilities. Panchal expands south, with Jarasandha gone. They find a friend in their brother-in-law, and a sister in Shikhandi’s wife Shalaka. They can almost forget why they were born. They can almost forget why Kampilya is the only home they have ever known, and the rest yearn for the old capital. They can almost forget. Like a prisoner in a cell that is way too small, stretching their hand toward a skylight too high up on the ceiling, they can dream of happiness. A weapon is burnt and shaped and sharpened and polished when it grows dull. How could they forget who they were, they ask themself. Destiny pushed the sword into the furnace, and then it was never the same again.

Oh, but they forgot, they are a weapon, they ruin everything they touch.

The news from Hastinapur is horrific. And to their dying day, they will keep it a secret that they have felt everything she did. The twins of Drupad’s family had a special connection. Emotions experienced by one twin were felt by the other, and, in some extreme cases, manifested physically. Burning with fever, they lie in bed, waiting for news. When the hot waves of fever wracking their body recede, they wrap themself up, and head to the bathroom. The water would be scalding to anyone else, but the steam and temperature welcome them with open arms as they step into the bathtub, clothes still on. They lean against the back of the tub, arms snaking around the sides to hold them. Sitting in the hot water, they finally feel like they can breathe. The first breath is shaky. It’s all salty cheeks and quivering lips, and they want to get rid of the tear tracks. They hold water in their cupped hands, splash it onto their face, and scrub it with their hands until the layer of grime has finally passed and the throbbing in their forehead has numbed. The tears that come then aren’t loud sobs or quiet sniffles. They just are. They flow from their eyes until they lose track of time and stop only when they realise they need to breathe. They sit there, unblinking, zoning in and out. They do not have it in them to be anxious.

They think they have failed, and maybe they have. Agnijaa does not look them in the eye at first when they go to visit her with father. They grit their teeth, make oaths to decimate all who hurt her, and with dirt in her nails, she places a hand on their cheek and gently shakes her head. They turn her head this way and that, inspect the now-bandaged injuries. They are, again, and again, and again, reminded of the extremely frustrating fact that weapons don’t feel, but brothers do, and those two aspects of their person are always in conflict, will always be, and- and it is becoming harder and harder to survive without breathing, these days. They still keep forgetting, though. One day, they hope they can be human enough.

They play with their children, train them. Drishtaketu looks exactly like them, and his fraternal twin Dhoomaketu takes after Shashikala. They are the strong hand on Prativindhya’s shoulder, pushing him out of the darkness that clouds his life, they are the voice that reminds him, “You are not your father.” They are the shoulders Sutasoma leans on as he regains his strength after his illness. They are the shoulders Shrutakarma rides on, and the armoured chest Shatanik practises sword strokes on. They are the chest Shrutasen runs into when he sees them after a long, long spy mission. Maybe weapons don’t love, but fathers and uncles certainly do. So they love the children.

Oh, but they forgot, they are a weapon, they ruin everything they touch.

Soon enough, the conches and war drums sound. Their hackles are raised back up, and their back straightens as they are made the commander-in-chief of the Pandava forces. They are not fighting for him, they are fighting for her. They have nothing to lose. Except their brothers, and their father, and their sons, and- Those thoughts are pushed away as they become weapon again. Pure weapon. But it all comes to a head, one day, when Krishna says something they cannot abide by. They have to remind him that they are the commander, not him. They walk out of the meeting, they refuse to go out on the battlefield. They do not know who it is that cries “Attack!” on the fifteenth day. It is a man in their armour. His voice matches theirs. Drishtaketu. That is the first and last time they feel fear. A messenger tells them that their son has been skewered like a piece of meat.

“Who did it?” They ask.

“Commander Drona,” The messenger says.

And the noise in their head recedes as they ride out to battle. It seems that they cannot, after all, fight their destiny. That man has killed their son. He has to die. When they reach, though, Father is locked in a battle with him. They know how this will end. It ends with a poisoned arrow in his king’s chest. The weapon is now guided by a ghost. Drona rides ahead, decimating the army. Cutting down their other son who stands in his way. The panchal troops are on the frontline today, and the emperor has to be protected.

Divyaketu.

Kshatranjaya.

Drishtaketu.

Drupada.

And the weapon remembers. Dhṛṣṭadyumna couldn’t believe that father was having children at the same time as them. Kumara and Panchalya had always been more his sons than brothers. The Emperor’s guards are dead.

Kumara.

Panchalya.

Shatrunjaya.

They are a father. He killed their sons.

They are a child. He killed their father.

They are a big brother. He killed their little brothers.

He shall not live.

They nod at Krishna.

“Ashwatthama is dead!” Bheem roars, as an elephant falls on the ground. The target sits down to meditate, and the weapon stands there, poised. The target takes a deep breath.

Ice fills their veins.

The beheading is clean.

The beheading of the one who killed their brothers is too pristine, they feel. They should've been crueller, it was in their name.

Shalaka dislodges the sword from their white-knucled grip and sets it aside. She undoes the straps on their armour, and places a ghost of a gentle hand on their head when they confess that yes, they miss Shashikala so very much. Can the weapon finally be human now? They want to say no, but destiny says yes, when, three days later, they're struggling to breathe, begging the assailant to treat them honourably and kill them quickly.

They’re human now. Humans cannot survive without air.

#mahabharata #panchal family #shikhandi #dhrishtadyumna #draupadi #satyajit

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e17omm · 1 month ago

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Alright doing my review of the chapter while I play it, today its HI3 Part 2 Chapter 7.

Spoiler free opinion now that I've cleared the chapter: Literally that horse getting drawn worse meme, except its absolute peak until the very last moment.

And already this looks interesting

I like that they put effort into showing Helia pinning Coralie to the wall, but in the same breath I have to ask why they didn't use the 3d models they were already using to show Coralie turning the tables on Helia.

I have no idea what is going on. Calamities? Is this bubble world Helia? I dont want to believe that Hoyo started an event right after part 1.5, then skipped a few years ahead to part 2, and only mentioned the Calamities happening on Earth in chapter 7. I dont want to believe that, but also I dont know how this bubble world Helia plays into the story.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAIT a moment. The burning of Helia's blood wasnt metaphorical? Seeing visions? Saying she'll give up her flesh and sense of pain to get vengance? I'm not sure what is happening yet, but I feel like this is already the best written chapter of part 2. So far the opening is extremely interesting.

There's something about strength and giving up something else to gain it going on here.

Okay okay, Vita being kinda antagonistic finally. Also it would've been fun if Helia actually pulled the trigger but Vita managed to tilt her head out of the way. She took all of Sa's power, having hyper fast reflexes wouldn't be out of my book.

Oh and also, once again, "Helia, look at yourself.", First the mirror, then Dudu, then Theresa. That's 3 times now. Something's going on here.

Kinda extremely short dip into the sim but otherwise the writing of this chapter is VERY solid.

Im not a fan of flashbacks since I'd rather just experience them instead of timeskipping over them and then flashing back to them, but whatever's going on with Helia is interesting and if I have to speak to past Coralie to continue whatever arc Helia is on atm I'm all for it

I dont want to say it but to not disappoint myself but...

could Helia be having a Herrscher awakening?

(or equivelant, you know)

This is so freaking cool. If this actually is a Herrscher awakening or something similar, this is the best one they've done. Period. If it isn't, then this is fucking amazing for Helia as a character.

I DID NOT REALISE SHE WAS HOLDING A KNIFE UNTIL HER HAND BEGAN TREMBLING

And back to wierdo flashback bubble world but actually not? You can not be telling me that Earth is facing these Calamities after Honkai Eruptions and before the Sky People. Everyone is so chill both currently on the Moon but also in APHO, but Helia has these memories of her and Coralie going to the battlefield to fight off these "Calamities" and there's basically no truly safe places on Earth any more. This is so fucking wierd if this isnt a bubble world. 1. Because it wasnt mentioned before this point. 2. Because they've already confirmed APHO is canon.

For as negative as I sound about it, I actually dig the Calamity stuff. I just still cant tell if its actually happening or not. And I still dont like that we're learning about it in freaking flashbacks. This sounds like the stuff you would start Part 2 on. Something like "we follow a new squad as they train to fight off a new threat after the End of Honkai". Calling them Calamity Pollutants to differentiate them from Honkai beasts makes sense.

And if this is a bubble world, why the fuck are we flashingback to it??

Okay I know this might be hard to believe, but I just wrote a scene like Helia and Nessa like, 2 days ago. Holy shit.

Oh my god why couldn't they have portrayed the Honkai like this???

Okay this HAS to be a bubble world, right? No fucking way they just skip over and dont mention an event like the Eight Calamity that made battlesuits unusable. BUT THEN ASJDI POHas dwhy am I seeing this then?? I dont hate the writing - I hate that I dont know how this connects.

Is the "She" Serapeum mentioned Leylah? I feel like the simulation plotline is finally getting interesting.

HOLD THE FUCK UP

WHAT

Oh wait that was the first mention of Senadina in like, 3 chapters? 4?

Oh also missed it, but DAMN Hoyo is actually using 3D models for 3D stuff! fucking FINALLY. There's been a lot of that this chapter and just honestly great. Took them long enough to learn that 3D gacha stories requires more efforts than just making cutouts or 2D images.

Im so happy I am recording myself playing because I can go back and pause, something we fucking lost for some reason like oh my fucking god Hoyo please bring back replayability.

Back to my point, that was either Leylah or Helia's hooded friend behind Smolrandal.

Back to Helia now.

Fire, power, burning self away, looking at herself. Those get repeated over and over for Helia. Something's definitely up.

Also I wish enemies still moved while aiming. I can move around. Cmon. Would actually make aiming at all of them feel impressive instead of "and now I wait for 2 seconds"

I kinda really really really really really really want to see Helia snap. Like I REALLY want to see it. If she does - best chapter in a LONG time. If she doesnt - what the actual shit is Hoyo writing.

Completely unrealated to the chapter, but I am getting better at listening to Japanese speech. Like, I can tell when a sentence ends and begins. Because the voice acting is really good this chapter, I've caught myself several times going "its not over yet, they havent said the last part of the text yet" this chapter.

I can also point out specific words here and there. Feels good. Anyways, back to the chapter coz

Oh my god Helia is sacrificing her heart

Is the hooded figure Helia? Like, is she actually just Helia? She speaks of wandering snowy fields like the area the "bubble world" and Calamity stuff happened in. She speaks as if "Helia can't save Coralie" is something that has happened over and over and over and over and over again.

YUP, Hooded friend is Helia from another world! What the fuuuuuuuuu

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. You know, I thought of keeping Coralie heavily injured but alive in my Snippets AU.

No shot.

Nope.

No way.

I would be doing Helia such a huge disservice.

Oh my god. "Oh, right... Aria, whose life or death is uncertain." GIRL YOU SHOT HER TO MAKE HER YOUR BAIT SO YOU COULD GET TO CORALIE IN TIME. I was fully expecting it to go into a fast paced competition of who can clear the most monsters with the voice saying how Helia is weak and wasting time.

And then Helia pulled out the fucking gun.

I didn't even pull the trigger, the game did that for me!

Wait Smolrandal and Entropy got teleported to the middle of the tower then.

Is Senadina Leylah and Entropy? The Day's are dressed similarly to Leylah.

Also I still want to see Helia snap and burn the tower to the ground.

"Make a puzzle and dont put markers to exactly guide the player to the solution challenge (impossible)" -Hoyo.

Immortality is a lie! Coralie cant be saved! Is this where Helia snaps? Its coming, it has to, the entire chapter is building up to it excellently.

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Did the writing team slip their pen at the end? That plottwist literally made me go "heh?"

What the fuck?

That wasnt even a good twist! What the fuck was that? What? Huh? Excuse me?

This chapter is literally that horse getting drawn worse meme, except its absolutely amazing until the very end.

HEH?

What was that twist?

It literally makes no sense.

Its on the level of "Vita pulls off her suit and it was actually Kiana all the time!" twist. That'd make no sense! And neither does this twist! What the fuck???

Unless this is just a red herring and "killing Helia" is just her way of sacrificing the last of her humanity. In which case this cliffhanger is still awful because HEH?

#honkai impact #HEH?

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alinasteelcrest · 8 months ago

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Okay, well.

I saw Juni’s post about Soul Horses, and I started writing something off-topic as context, and I didn’t want to clog up his post with something that wasn’t, like… an answer to the question LOL.

So here’s this.

I made Alina a little Mary Sue on accident, because she had Jesse as her Soul Horse when I first started playing, but I grew to love Shoji way more (oops) so now I want him to be her partner instead... But I can't just abandon Jesse, right?

What I did was I decided that Shoji was supposed to be Alina's Soul Horse, but he wouldn't bond with her properly, slightly because he was too jaded and more because he didn't know how, he didn't know he could. (The fucked up part is that he would have if he'd just been given a little more time.) So Shoji is taking too long, and there is a Plot to get to. The Universe decides to speed things up a little by coaxing Jesse out of the Wildwoods while Alina is staying in Firgrove, and they both wander away from home in the middle of the night to meet up in the forest, with exactly no clue as to why they're doing so.

They become partners by accident, guardian and rider. And Shoji is left behind, completely unaware about what he's just lost, but feeling that loss as a physical ache, as an emptiness, all the same. (yes im mean to him mind ur business (/j))

All of this to say. Alina actually has two Soul Horses! Or... one and a half? Two halves that aren't a whole?

And now onto actually answering the question;

Jesse is brave, and he is loyal. After a point, however, he becomes more loyal to his duty than to Alina. They were never meant to be paired together, not really, and part of him knows that. But he was always meant to be a hero, he has a role to play. (What that role is, I'm honestly still figuring it out. The game doesn't have enough End Game Story for me to work with smh)

He knows, on some level, that they are not supposed to be partners. She’s not supposed to be his rider, he’s not supposed to have a rider at all. And he didn’t even get to make that decision for himself; didn’t get to say “We’re not meant for each other, but I’ll work with you anyway.” He grows resentful of this fact, even if she’s in the same situation. He pulls away.

He loved Alina once, would have done anything for her. Part of him still does care for her, he's her guardian, after all, but he has his own life to live, one actually meant for him. They're not partners anymore unless the world is in danger.

(She feels it more than he does.)

Shoji starts off jaded and slightly aggressive, he was abandoned and everyone around him decided he wasn’t worth trying for. He was left to his own devices for years until Alina showed up and saw something in him that nobody else would bother to.

It’s slow going, he’s still wary of being cast aside, he still doesn’t realize what he is. (And what he is is a horse with human-level intelligence. He has no idea that the other horses he lives with don’t think like him, he always assumed that they just didn’t like him, he never had anyone to tell him differently.) But slow going is still going, and it helps that there’s something deeper connecting them, the threads of the Universe itself tying him to Alina, telling him This one’s yours.

But it takes too long, and Alina finds Jesse instead, and something inside of Shoji… snaps. Like a thread being cut. He doesn’t know what it is, what it means, but he knows that it has something to do with Alina, and he knows that it hurts. He takes it out on her, a little. He’s snarky and disobedient and just outright mean.

And, somehow, Alina loves him through it all. So he starts coming around again, and as Jesse pulls away, Shoji takes his place (in every way except the way he’s Meant To.)

He doesn’t care about The End Of The World. He never has. Maybe, eventually, he’ll take part in stopping it. But he doesn’t care about it, doesn’t care about the Soul Riders or the Keepers of Aideen. (In fact, he hates most of them.) He doesn't care about their mission.

However, he does care about Alina. He cares about seeing her grow and thrive the same way she cared about seeing him do so. And, well. She needs a world to grow and thrive on, right?

(and so do his kids lmfao but this ain’t about that.)

#Does this make sense? NO! And nothing I say ever will.#Bon appétit.#jesse #shoji #i take the sso lore and i rip it to shreds and i make a ransom note out of the pieces

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justyoureverydaytwstsimp · 1 month ago

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Phillipines

-I already said his in-game lore a long time ago, so let's focus on the character's origins and how I made him

-So you might not know this, but Phillipines (the horse plushie with the USA flag on its butt) was the first of the 4 that I owned (crystal is pink horse with anime eyes, Aqua is white dog with blue paws and eyes, Kalatsutsi is a multi-colored fat cat whom my sister owns)

-I got Phillipines at the ripe age of 4 (and I rode him until i grew too big)

--His first appearance was in a story i made. So, he was the sensible older brother of Naf (unicorn toy I got), who was the rebellious younger brother who had a crush on Elsa (my sister named her, and she was 5, and its just the same unicorn toy design cause they in't want us to get jealous of the other's christmas gifts). Elsa, however, had a crush on Phillipines.

--When I got Crystal (technically, it's sister's toy), I changed the story a bit. Now it was Spike (jock boy) and Phillip (nerd/softboy), Crystal (sweet but very popular) and Olivia (Smart nerd girl). And so Spike likes Olivia, while Olivia likes Phillip, and Phillip likes Crystal, while Crystal likes Spike. So it's like a love square/love circle. The funny thing is, i only have 2 horse pony toys, so I made Phillipines and Crystal play both roles.

--Then, we got "The Bonds That Tie Us". The story that is canon today. However, there were a lot of scrapped ideas that, over the years, I realized was toxic and I took it off

--Originally, the light blue had an aura of kindness an goodness, which made people like them and not realize that Phillipines is a jerkwad. The Dark Red have this murderous aura of evil, despite Crystal being the sweetest muffin in the world, and everyone just hates her. There wasn't any war in the original version. However, the auras cancel each other out. Crystal sees Phillipines actions and grow to detest him, while Phillipines sees how Crystal is treated and defends her.

--Then, there's the one that you're more familiar with(war and all). Except, Kalatsutsi actively hates Crystal and Crystal loves her so much and Crystal can't understand why everyone hates her and decides to blame Phillipines and kill him over and over and over again

HELLO 👋. Hope school treated you nicely! Also do you know "Our Life"? ALSO me and sis watched ninjago yesterday. Do you know ninjago? What were your childhood shows? Do you prefer it episodic or long arching lore backstory thing.

Anyways, I've come here to do my part of the deal (for real this time) featuring my OCs. (Btw Julian and Peter come from a different book/universe separate from Phillipines and the rest) (Also yes I know, Phillipines is a weird name for an OC since that's a country, but in my defense, I was 5 and he had a little USA flag on his pony toy butt and i didn’t know other countries beside my own)

Now let us begin~

"To Sever The Bonds"

Crystal looked at the little girl on the screen. She was so young. How could such a sweet little thing be the reason for all of Crystal's suffering. She remembered the nights where it was painful to even look at her hands, with the blood of the innocent (Phillipines) tainting them, and her heart ached. Now she learns that all of the killing and the bloodshed and the endless war was meaningless, crafted for entertainment, crafted by a little girl.

While Crystal was busy staring at the screen, Phillipines's full attention was on Crystal. It was odd, seeing Crystal so quiet. He preferred Crystal being loud and bursting with energy in everything she does, like she usually was. The quietness disturbed him, it worried him deeply. At least when she was trying to cut his head off, her passion was still there, burning bright like a beautiful blaze.

The chilling silence was broken by Crystal. "She's...young", Crystal says. "Indeed", Aqua replied. "If I'm not mistaken, Author is currently eight years old." That was indeed quite young, quite so very young.

"Is she a good girl?", Crystal asked, her glossy eyes meeting Aqua's. "Yeah!", Aqua replied, "She's a very good girl, always helping her mama and papa. And very Godly too!" (Aqua was definitely not bribed to say that. He was definitely not given a limited edition Kalatsutsi poster, okay? No more questions.)

Crystal looked at Aqua, hesitant but hopeful. It was obvious now that she had been crying, with glass-like tears trailing down her pretty face. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation."Do you think", she began, "do you think she (the author) could change all of this? Do you think I could somehow bargain with her for an end to all these bloodshed?"

Aqua looked at Crystal pitifully. It was a very complicated matter, after all. Bargaining with the author is possible, but she hardly ever changes Canon. This universe could have a peaceful ending, but the multiverse at large will continue as usual, bloody war and all. Aqua struggled explaining all this to someone who just learned she was a character from a book. Just kidding. Aqua never struggles.

"Basically, yeah. It's possible. Pretty easy, even. However---Aqua was unable to finish his sentence because he was rudely interrupted by Crystal grabbing his arms and jumping up and down. "That's wonderful", Crystal says, giving Aqua a bone-crushing hug. "How do we do it? How do we bargain with her??"

Crystal fell down, flat on the floor, for Aqua had poofed out of her embrace. "As I was saying", Aqua said, reappering behind Kalatsutsi's back (for protection), "it'll only happen in this world. The other Crystals in the other worlds will still be forced to fight itty bitty Phillipines." Everyone in the room (?) looked confused. Aqua shrugged. "Multiverse stuff."

Crystal pondered on this. If she were to do this, only she would be happy, free from her chains. The other Crystals would still be forced to fight. But on the other hand, how could she pass up the opportunity to end it all. She'd do anything to escape from this burden placed upon her (as long as it didn't harm others). But doesn't this still harm others? Aren't her other selves hurting? Crystal's head was beginning to ache from all these complicated thoughts.

Seeing this, Phillipines spoke up. "If I understand correctly," he began, "you are saying there is a way for the Light Blue and Dark Red to live in peace?"

Aqua nods, stating that it has actually happened a couple of times."And no matter what we do, whether we choose peace in this world or not, it would not change the fate of these other Crystals?" Phillipines clarified this for one reason, to strike a peace between the Light Blue (him) and the Dark Red (Crystal). In all honesty, he was tired of constantly parrying Crystal's blows. But for some reason, Aqua interpreted this as Phillipines flirting, giving Phillipines a supportive thumbs up and wink.

"I would like to bargain with the author, for peace," said Crystal and Phillipines at the same time. Everyone looked at them, shocked. It was no surprise to Aqua though, because they were made to be (literally).

"I-if we were to stop this generational war, we should probably work together or something." Phillipines said, though his voice was squeakier than usual. Crystal looked at Phillipines's outstreached hand and, after a moment of hesitation, grasps it tightly. "Alright", she says, her voice filled with determination. Crystal looks at Aqua. "What does the author want?"

"Marriage." Said Aqua. The whole room froze.

Everyone suddenly felt a bit colder, many of them rubbing their arms awkwardly. "Marriage", someone repeats, from the back of the room, but it felt like more of a question. "Yep!" Aqua replied, "Between these two." Aqua pointed at Phillipines and Crystal. Phillipines refused to look Crystal in the eye.

Aqua continued, defending himself from Phillipines judgemental gaze. "It's true", whined Aqua. "There are many universes where you guys are arranged married to stop the war." This was an exaggeration, of course, for there was only one universe (or was it five) that this event happened. But Aqua is very dramatic.

Phillipines looked at Crystal. Did he feel a little guilty? Maybe. Was he semi-sure this is just another ruse of Aqua's to get him and Crystal together? Yes. But in the off-chance that what Aqua said was true, would he be willing to take that chance?

Crystal spoke, interrupting his train of thought. "Let's do it then. I'll do what I must." Then, she kissed him. She kissed Phillipines. On the lips. HOLY MACARONI, I JUST GOT KISSED--

Aqua appeared behind them, and pronounced them husband and wife. Crystal held her husband's(!?) hand gently, saying that she'll do her best. Phillipines is hardly processing what is happening. Kalatsutsi is also very confused (her sister just kissed her crush + best friend), but she's resigned to it, for peace. All in all, a very happily ever after.

The End.

"Hey! What about us!?" shouted Julian. He grabbed Aqua (who was just very nicely narrating the end of the story) and shaked him over and over again. "We're still stuck in this weird other-world place. Bring us home! You DO NOT get to end this story without bringing me back home to my castle and my wife-fiancee. HEY LISTEN TO ME!! I demand you, heathen--

And then the scene fades to black. Because it does. And the story ends. Screw you, Julian.

(I'd like to know your opinions on these characters. Like little headcanons you have of them. That would be nice)

OMG SO WAIT THATS ACTUALLY SO COOL, SO- OKAY HERE GOES

Aqua

I think hes like omnipotent right? To be able to communicate with the author (which is a SICK IDEA IN FACT (GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE BECAUSE… well… YOU’LL SEE!))

THIS GUY IS ACTUALLY A MENACE dude I imagine his face to just look like 😼 WHEN HE GOT PHILLIPINES AND CRYSTAL TOGETHER

Bro is doing ANYTHING to get these two people together… ID WANT HIM AS MY WINGMAN BRO 😭

“Yo aqua how many universes do I get married with my crushy wushy in 😩😫”

Aqua: “Wait just one moment… Oh, how unfortunate, woe is me! There are none, my dear.”

“OH HELL NAH ‼️‼️😡😡😡”

DUDE AQUA KINDA REMINDS ME OF CROWLEY… Not like entirely of course! But the amount of power he has to be able to know this stuff, and since he gives off like a mysterious vibe to me… He is kinda crowley like! I guess it also comes from the like- he is kinda nonchalant! He seems like the type of person to look happy and unassuming, but does have some interior motives. So actually maybe a bit more like Jade! But definitely a touch more enthusiastic! That was my impression of him anyway!

WAIT ALSO DOES AQUA HAVE A CRUSH ON KALATSUTSI OR IS SHE JUST HIS FAV CHARACTER OR SOMETHING OR OR IS SHE LIKE HIS SIDEKICK WAIT WIAG IMA DO A WHOLE ONE ON HER I do feel bad for her tho… imagine ur sister marrying your crush, and you cant even feel sad abt it bec it was for the good of humanity :( I WANT MORE KALATSUTSI!!!! OMG PLSPLSPLSPLS EXPAND ON HER RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN CRYSTAL AND PHILLIPINES

Crystal

OMG SHE IS SO NICE AND CARING. She literally gives like… a Deuce maybe! BUT NOT STUPID. Like she’s dedicated, and she does what she needs to do in order to have a better life for her and her friends! Kinda like Gon I think!

OMG LIKE SHE REALIZED SHE WAS A CHARACTER FROM A BOOK, BUT SHE DOESN’T BLAME THE AUTHOR BECAUSE OF IT. She is so empathetic! (Something most twst boys lack)

I wonder what happens when she turns angry, or someone hurts her friends or something. Like can she easily compose herself or is she more prone to explode under extreme pressure like that? And i mean when it’s like, the event that happened was deliberate and intentional (not like this because the Author didn’t know her characters were ‘real’ so to say). How would she react?

OMG I JUST WENT BACK AND SAW THAT HER AND PHILLIPINE ARE RIVALS?!? Light Blue and Dark Red right?!?! I’m pretty sure, correct me if I’m wrong, none of them really want to fight each other. Like Phillipine doesn’t want to fight her, and Crystal just wishes to end the blooshed from the generational war, so is someone or something forcing them to fight? Perhaps they were two people on different sides of the war, and they were forced to be rivals, even though they both ultimately want the same thing? OMG SO LIKE A PARALLEL? Like they both want to achieve the same goal, but through different means? I don’t know much about Phillipine’s character yet, BUT I AM SO INTRIGUED LIKE ACTUALLY THO PLSLSLSLSLSLSL I’M ACTING LIKE A VICTORIAN MAN SEEING ANKLES FOR THE FIRST TIME. Wait so how does each side of the war operate differently, like in terms of world building? BUT OMG I JUST REALIZED CRYSTAL IS DARK RED, THE COLOR OF BLOOD, BUT SHE DOESN’t WANT BLOODSHED. IS IT LIKE- She and Phillipine are two people on the wrong side of the war? This is totally speculation, but maybe Phillipine is more anchored to ‘end the war no matter the cost or casualities’ and Crystal is like ‘end the war without bloodshed’.

Also, are there any character flaws that affect her throughout the story? OH YEAH AND ✨backstory stuff✨ I WANNA KNOW ALL THE DEETS

I do love crystals character!!!! I cant wait to see lore about her!!! IM ACTUALLY SO CURIOUS FOR UR OCS OMGMGMG

Phillipine

LOL WE GOT THE AWKWARD MALE LEAD UP HERE!

I kinda included a lot for Phillipine in Crystals

PLSPSLPLS GIVE ME MORE PHILLIPINE BACKSTORY

THe deeper I’m diving into your characters the more I want to know omg

Kalatsutsi

MY SHAYLAAAAA MY SHAYLAA 😩😩😫😫😫😭😭😭😭😭

So Aqua hid behind her back for protection, that means they are either pretty close, or Kalatsutsi owes something to him that makes her subservient to him in a way. Either way, Kalatsutsi has to be PRETTY STRONG if an omnipresent overseer is hiding behind her for protection, so theres that

Obviously Kalatsutsi has some connection to Phillipine, and she also has a limited edition poster (this is either from the real world or from their world, ill come back to this). The oddity here (which is a good thing bc now I can theorize) Is that Kalatsutsi is from the Dark Red side with Crystal because they are sisters (unless they were separated at birth or just separated in general, then different story but same rule applies), for Kalatsutsi to meet Phillipine, it would have to be through a clash between the Light Blue forces, and the Dark Red forces. However, I feel like for her to develop a crush on him, she would have to get to know him and trust him a LOT (because since they live in a military setting, death is a major concern. Strength plays a large part because obviously you wouldnt want your spouse to die. Also trust issues because of so much death and trauma). She would have to develop a crush on him through prolonged contact in some way, maybe there is an arc featuring the two or three of them (Crystal), or maybe… and this is just a theory… Kalatsutsi has secret relations with the Light Blue side. Now I dont have more than that! BUT IM JUST SPECULATING LMAO

IDK I ALSO HAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT SHE IS THIS REALLY STRONG TOUGH AND REASONABLE WARRIOR like an actually girlboss

Next up, going back to Kalatsutsi and Aqua, I wonder if Kalatsutsi had some encounter with him and thats how Aqua likes Kalatsutsi so much. It goes back to what I said before, something had to have happened between them that made Aqua gain respect for her, and bound her to him by some form of events (maybe bound is the wrong word, they could also be rivals aswell, maybe its the “girl pushes guy away because she doesn’t like him but secretly respects him and guy is pretty annoying and keeps on bothering her because he is either infatuated with her or has interior motives” trope.) but yeah, something HAD to have happened between them… ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY ARE TWO STRONG FORCES, OMG YESSS THEY ARE SO COOL.

Also, from the limited edition poster thing, does that mean she is famous in the world? Because if she is I’d assume its infamy, because she’s probably a MONSTER on the battlefield.

She is so calm and composed… I WANNA SEE HER CRUMBLE 😈😈 OMG I DO WANNA KNOW WHAT SHE FEELS INTERNALLY THO BC SHES OBVIOUSLY TRAUMATIZED BY WHAT SHE HAS SEEN AND STUFF.

AND NOW PHILLIPINE GOT SWIPED BY CRYSTAL OH MY SHAYLA 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kalatsutsi is officially my favorite character in all of media PLEASE DPLEAS PLEASE EPLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME MOREEE

IM SO EXCUTED FOR YOUR NEXT WORKS ON THESE PEOPLE I SWEAR LIKE PLELSLSLAL I WANT MORE OF THEM SO BAD

IM SO INTERESTED IN THE WORLD AND MULTIVERSES AND OMG IK YOUR GOING TO DO IT IN THE SMARTEST MOST AMAZING WAY (no pressure) IM JUST

Wow

AND YES I DO WATCH NINJAGO (my boy COLE IS THE TOP G 😍😍😍😍)

AND YEAH ITS LIKE 1:40 AM SO IMA GO TO SLEEP (nah imma be reading anna karenina, so yeah PLS TEXT ME POOKIE BEAR)

I LOVE UR WORK MAN NEVER STOP ❤️❤️❤️❤️

GNNGNGNGNGNGNGN‼️‼️‼️‼️

#tbttu #the bonds that tie us

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Fire on Fire | Jon Snow

Two

Rhaenyra Targaryen was raised alongside her twin Daenerys across the narrow sea, until a twist of fate brought Rhaenyra to Westeros. Separated from her beloved twin she is taken as Ned Starks ward, isolated in a foreign land. It is there she finds comfort in Jon Snow, Winterfell's bastard, outcasted as she is.

The two grow inseparable, that bond growing into something dangerous as war grows nearer, a bond Ned grows fearful of, yet he can not dare to ever breathe the truth to either of them.

Warnings: not a warning but I had to have Aemon here, he deserved to meet any, mentions of sexual abuse and near rape

Word count: 4k

We ride fast into the morning, and well past dusk, putting as much space between us and Winterfell as we can before dark.

We tie our horses to a nearby tree as we make camp for the night, gathering firewood in a place far off the road to the wall, hidden away in the forest.

"I don't suppose you've ever spent the night in a forest," he asks, knowing well I was raised in Pentos.

"Only when I was being brought north," I tell him. "Although I was chained up with a bag over my head and tossed in the back of a wagon so I don't quite recall much of it."

He's uncomfortable at the reminder of the state I was in when we first laid eyes on one another. "Aye, I remember, the first thing father said when he set eyes on you was get her out of those chains."

"Your father is a more respectable man than Robert Baratheon," I say, not having to hide my disdain for the man with him. "Fourteen years old when he threatened to strike me down with his warhammer like he did my brother. A king indeed."

Ghost comes to sit in my lap, the pup having only been found several weeks ago. "Aye, he is known for his temper."

"As was my father," I say quietly. "I know the things he did, I know he was not a good man but I'll never be able to accept the fate Robert's rebellion brought upon my family. My brother-" I pause, never having spoken of him to Jon before, not truly. "He wasn't always the monster he is, they aren't born after all, they're made. I'll always believe that. He was seven, with two baby sister's to raise and two dead parents. Everything he'd ever known gone. He lost everything as just a boy, it's no wonder he took after my father."

He listens intently, something I've always liked about Jon, the fact he listens. "It's okay to hate him you know."

"I know," I say sadly. "I do, I hate him for everything he's put Dany and I through, even if we would be dead without him." I shake my head, anger boiling within me. "I don't even know if she's still alive."

"You can't think like that," he says, watching how my nails dig into my palm and uncurling my fist. "You've managed to survive this long here in Westeros with a king who wants you dead, if she's anything like you I'm sure she'll be alright."

His words do comfort me, and I hold his hand tight. "I just miss her. When you grow up with a twin it's like- it's like there's another half of you. And to lose that... it feels like half of me is still missing. Now I'm a Targaryen alone in a land I barely know."

"With a bastard to keep you company," he says, making me laugh a little. "If they told me before you came that my one friend in the world would be a Targaryen princess I'd call them mad."

"It's not so mad," I say, looking at our entwined fingers. "As a Targaryen this is probably one of the least mad things to ever happen."

"Well for a bastard it's the most mad thing," he replies. "Or at least that's what everyone else thinks."

I lean in. "What everyone else thinks doesn't matter. Here we are in the middle of nowhere, no one would ever find us." I look to the east. "We could get on a ship, and no one would ever know what happened to us."

He follows where I'm looking. "Except if we were ever found we'd both be executed for treason."

It's then it dawns on me. "I'm a prisoner here Jon. A ward yes, but just look at Theon, it's a fancy word for prisoner."

"Would you go back to Pentos if you could?" he asks me. "To find your sister?"

It's all I want. I can not even begin to think of my life here without her. I cannot let myself have peace until I free her from our brother.

"In a heartbeat," I answer, resting my head on his shoulder, daring to ask "If I did, would you come with me?"

"In a heartbeat."

I smile at the thought of it. "I want to show you what it's like to lay by the coastline, bathing in the sun, to look out at the sea." The thought brings tears to my eyes. "We might have lived a life of exile, but it was never a prison."

His fingers run through my hair. "Maybe one day we will."

"One day," I repeat wistfully as I let sleep take me. "It can't come soon enough."

I stay firmly beside Jon as we're allowed inside the gates of Castle Black, both of us still in awe of the wall. It being something you can never truly imagine unless you've seen it.

The Lord Commander comes, watching us from above.

"Here to join the watch lad?"

"No my lord," Jon says, speaking for us. "I am here on the orders of my father, Lord Eddard Stark."

"Are you Robb?" the man asks, and I watch the way Jon's eyes fall for just a moment.

"No," he answers. "I am Jon Snow, Lord Stark's bastard."

That gets whispers from the men, but the Lord Commander turns his attention to me, still cloaked.

"And who do you bring with you."

It's then I remove my hood, the response from the men being immediate, enough to make jon uncomfortable but my voice is clear. "Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen."

An old man stumbles forth from the scaffolding above. "Targaryen?!"

It's then a man who I recognise as Benjen Starks comes for us, ushering us out of public sight.

"Princess, I received a raven from Ned," he says, taking me arm and leading me up the stairs. "Come with me."

I reach back for Jon's hand, taking it as we're ushered inside a room with the Lord Commander.

"Many here at the wall were sent here at the end of Robert's Rebellion," Jeor Mormont tells me. "I damn well say half the wall are Targaryen loyalists."

"I- I didn't realise," I say quietly, the thought that some may actually still not want me dead a surprise. "My brother Viserys, he always said the people of Westeros were waiting for us, would raise their swords and rally their armies the moment we arrived back on Westeros soil. But I found quite the opposite."

I believed his delusions until I was paraded through the streets of Kings Landing, the fact I still live is proof enough do not want me dead, but I am careful not to overestimate my support in Westeros.

"Viserys?" the maester says as he walks in. "King Aerys' second son."

"Yes," I say, confused. "He is."

"I believed after my brother's son was murdered, that his foresons had died with him," he says and my heart stops as I realise who it is I am speaking to. "But no, his daughter is here."

"Aemon," I breathe, taking his hands in mine. "I- I thought there were no Targaryen's left."

"As did I child," he says, tears coming to my eyes. "Now tell me, what has come of your brother."

"Viserys he- my mother's guards took us across the narrow sea when she died in childbirth," I tell him. "He and my twin Daenerys, they're alive in Pentos."

"Alive," he breathes and smiles. "Twins, oh the heavens have blessed us. Tell me child, do you share the same face as your sister?"

We do not. Twins we may be, but our faces have never been the same. Something Viserys often commented on, as if trying to use it as an excuse to be rid of me, as if I was some bastard put in my sister's cradle. "We are twins yes, although not identical."

"Describe yourself to me child," he says. "For I cannot look upon you with my own eyes."

"Her face is paler, more full. Our eyes are different, Viserys often said Daenerys has my mother's eyes but that mine were of a strangers," I tell him, the odd memories coming to mind. "The poets would say she is the moon, and I am the sun. Two halves of heaven."

He smiles. "Oh that I would believe, the last daughters of our great dynasty, our last hope."

Tears slip down my cheeks as I smile, looking over to Jon who stands there with a warm smile on his face, and I feel Benjen's hand on my shoulder.

"Come princess, it's late, I need to speak with Maester Aemon and the Lord Commander."

The interruption is uprubt, but I don't resist as I'm taken to one of the guest rooms in castle black. But as the night grows dark and I can hear the men below, can hear them speaking of me in the way men do I look at the bolted door, yet still do not feel safe.

And so I find him.

Quietly I push his door open, unbolted, but as I man he's never had to think of such things. "Rhaenyra?"

"Can I stay with you?" I ask Jon, looking at where he lies in bed. "I do not feel safe with the types of men around here."

"Of course," he says, making room for me and I squeeze in between him and the wall, yearning for some sort of body heat. "You're cold aren't you?"

"Cold?" I laugh quietly as he pulls the blanket up around me. "It's cold enough it's made me realise of all the seven hells at least one has to be here."

He chuckles, his breath warm and comforting. "It could be worse."

"Aye, but I'd much rather be across the sea," I tell him, my fingers stroking his dark curls out of his face. "I don't like this."

"Like what?" he asks, not knowing whose words haunt me. The words of Varys in Kings Landing, this attempt on my life is only proof that he's right. I'm playing this game whether I like it or not.

"Life," I tell him, not knowing quite how to put it. "I don't want to play these games, running from assassins and smiling in rooms full of people. I want my sister, I want to go home."

"You are home," he tells me. "Westeros is your home."

"If that's true then I'd rather be homeless as I've always been."

He lets me rest my head on his chest, running his fingers through my hair. "Aye, but you aren't alone, I can promise you that."

I grip his hand tight. "You're all that I have here, Jon. I have no family, nothing. My only blood sworn to the wall and my sister across the sea. You're the only thing keeping me from throwing myself from the top of that wall."

"Rhae-"

"It's true," I breathe shakily, the thought having crossed my mind more than I could ever admit. "From the moment I stepped foot on Westeros soil I expected death, from either my hand or anothers."

He turns my chin up to look at him, his voice wavering "Rhaenyra."

"When I arrived at Winterfell all I could imagine was throwing myself from one of the towers, until I met someone else who felt like they would never belong." I stroke his bearded cheek, easing him. "Catelyn kept me from the Stark children, but there was one she couldn't keep me from."

The corner of his lip turns upwards. "I'm not a Stark."

"You're right," I say, looking into those dark eyes. "You are a Snow, and I am a Targaryen. Half of Winterfell hates you for being a bastard, the living reminder of Ned's indiscretion, the other half hates me for being a Targaryen, the living reminder of his sister's indiscretion. We are two people the world wishes didn't exist, yet here we are, and they can learn to live with it."

"Aye," he actually agrees. "Perhaps your right."

"When aren't I?" I tease, feeling at ease with him, feeling my body half covering his in the small bed, something that would be scandalous if it weren't us. I'd say he was like a brother if it weren't for the way he made me feel. I trust him as one should trust a brother, but I feel something else entirely.

And I know he feels it as well with the touches that linger, the looks we share. We both know it. Even if it seems impossible. Because deep down despite our dreams, he knows he is a bastard, I know he never wants to father children for the fear of passing on the name snow. And me, I know my fate as a princess, I know the real reason I wasn't killed the moment I was dragged in chains into the red keep. A Targaryen womb is a priceless thing.

Yet when I look at him I cannot help but dream of running away with him.

His knuckle brushes my cheek, and I know how I must look to him here in his bed, eyes wide and vulnerable for him only. The only person in this realm who can see me like us. I know what they call me in winterfell. The stone faced girl. The white ghost. For when I smile it's only ever for him.

My forehead rests against his, nose bumping his, and with my eyes closed it's all I can do not to kiss him. Because the moment I do this illusion is gone. The innocence we can feign, claiming him as the brother I never had. I've said as much to Ned. But we know the truth.

"Sweet dreams," he murmurs, bringing his lips up to my forehead, softly kissing my brow before tucking my head beneath his chin, my face resting in the warmth of his neck, breathing him in.

We spend most of the nights like that for the next fortnight, I spending my days with Aemon while he spends his with Benjen before coming to his room in the night, the nights ours and ours alone.

I almost feel peaceful here at the end of the world, until a few words from Benjen send me mad.

"The king is coming to winterfell."

The king is coming.

Those words instil a fear in me like no other.

The king who murdered my brother.

He is coming.

My time is up. I can't wait any longer. If I fall back into Robert's hands I may never be able to go back for her.

"Then I will not return to Winterfell."

"Princess," Benjen warns. "You are a ward of Winterfell and if you are not there when he comes then every soldier at his disposal will be searching for you to bring you back in irons."

"I don't fear the thought of chains for I've already been in them," I reply coldly. "So let them come! I'll gladly kill the bastards if they can hunt me down, I have a horse and a sword and know my way to the nearest port. I'd like to see them try."

For a moment he looks at me, as if I'm somebody else. "Rhaenyra, please."

"He murdered my father and brother," I remind him. "He would have struck me down with his warhammer in the throne room if not for the outrage it would have caused. I will not give him a second chance."

"Rhaenyra!" he calls out as I walk away from him, half running to my room, in the madness getting my cloak, pulling the furs tight around me before I even realise what I'm doing, but the moment I do I'm securing my sword around my waist.

I jump as the door open's but it's only Jon.

"Bar it," I order, and he does so without question, but still hesitates.

"What are you doing?"

"Preparing to leave."

"Rhaenyra-"

"Robert Baratheon is coming to Winterfell and I've been ordered to return," I tell him, knowing what I have to do. "I thought I'd have more time but I need to leave."

"Rhae..."

"Come with me," I plead with Jon. "Come with me away from this place."

He stares at me in bewilderment. "Where would we go?"

"Anywhere we wanted," I breathe, hands clutching his face. "I can't go south, I can't. I won't do it."

His resolve begins to crumble. "They'll hunt us down."

"Jon, please" I plead. "Come with me." I pull the rings off my fingers. "This can get us safe passage to Pentos, to my brother. Come with me."

"Rhaenyra," he grits out in frustration. "All you've told me of your brother is how cruel he is, how he would sell you to the highest bidder-"

"I am a princess Jon," I remind him, not caring for that at the present. "That is my fate-"

"And what if he's already married your sister off," he says, my blood running cold. "You told me yourself he has two sisters, one to sell and one to marry. You want to run away I get that, but to run back to him? Are you mad?"

My face becomes stone. "You know I hate that word."

"The idea of returning to Pentos, it isn't real," he says harshly. "How can you hate Winterfell more than your brother?"

I look at him, fighting tears. "I thought you understood, perhaps I was wrong."

"I do understand," he grits out. "But you can't just run away to your brother who'd sooner give you away to be raped than face the king!"

"Is that what you truly think this is about?" I exclaim. "I know what my brother is! Which is why I cannot leave my sister with him for him to rape or sell to another beast of a man to be raped!" He falls silent. "I will not abandon her! I never planned to stay here, I've been biding my time until I can go back for her, and now time's up!"

His voice is a plea "Rhae please."

"If it were Arya or Sansa would you leave them!" I yell, the pain I've harboured for so long finally breaking free. "If it were your sisters would you! I escaped! I escaped my fucking brother and all I've felt since the moment I arrived in Winterfell is an unbearable guilt of knowing exactly what will befall my sister! Now I'm gone he has to choose if he'll marry her or sell her, I don't know which is worse!"

"Rhaenyra, please," he pleads, trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry I- I'm sorry."

"Do you think he never hurt me!" I cry out, tears catching in my voice. "Do you think he'd never tear my clothes and throw me to the ground just to remind me he can do whatever he wants to me!" Tears wet my cheeks as I struggle for breath. "The man who fostered us put guards outside mine and my sister's doors at night to protect us from him! I don't give a shit about Robert or the rest, I just want to kill the bastard like I should have years ago!"

He pulls me into his arms and it's then I break down, the guilt and agony I've carried since the moment the slavers hauled me into their ship finally crushing me, but he's there to hold me up.

"I can't do it again," I tell Jon. "I can't have another man put his hands on me. Whether it's my brother or a king or a slaver."

He looks at me confused. "Why would anyone-"

"The king is coming Jon," I remind him, breathing in a shaken breath. "I am sixteen, a woman to be wed and with no man to decide to who that burden falls to the king who could have his way with me as he pleases or give me to that horror of a son I hear of." Something in his face changes, like a burning fire beneath stone. "If I go to Pentos, the only man trying to fuck me is my brother, and I know how to deal with him. If I stay here half of the lords in this damned country will want to have their way with me, the last Targaryen. The spoils of war."

His voice holds no hesitation, no doubt. "I won't let that happen."

"How?" I ask him in exasperation. "How can you and I stand against a king?"

"We'll find a way," he promises me, holding my face between his hands. "I promise."

And I believe him.

"I don't trust any man but you," I tell him. "Please, please just don't leave my side."

"Never," he promises me, as if we have control over that. "Now come here."

He holds me tight, but I hold him tighter, clutching onto him as if he's my last piece of sanity in all of this.

When I can finally breathe he brings me to Aemon, I've never had a grandfather, but Aemon has become the closest I'll ever know to one.

"The King is coming North," Jon tells Aemon. "Rhaenyra's been ordered to return to Winterfell."

"The king," he scoffs. "Robert Baratheon is no king. Cowering in the face of a young girl, you know what he did to your niece and nephew." His voice holds an anger I have only ever heard in my brothers. "Butchering them like- not even animals suffer such a fate."

I'd heard they were killed, but never how. "How?"

He's visibly sick, shaking from anger. "Butchered by the Mountain on the orders of Tywin Lannister, their mother raped with their on his hands, the girl- Rhaenys - was stabbed to death, a mere baby while the boy had his head slammed into the wall. Butchered."

Jon's pale with horror while I shake with an anger unlike any I've ever known, an anger that even Visery's pales to and I speak "How do we get justice?"

"Justice," he repeats. "You will find young Rhaenyra, there is no such thing, only vengeance.

"You want my advice?" he asks. "Kill the girl Rhaenyra, winter is coming, and for the realms of men to survive there must be a Targaryen on the throne. This is the prophecy, passed down from Aegon the Conqueror and now to you."

I stare at him bewildered, and it's Jon who asks "What do you mean?"

"You shall see," he tells us. "Once Winter comes, and that day is coming fast, you must be on the throne, you must have the Seven Kingdoms united to face the coming winter if we are to survive."

"I- I don't want to bring war," I tell him. "I don't want to bring death upon the kingdoms for a throne. All I want is my sister safe."

"War is coming, death shall follow regardless if you choose to fight or not," he warns me. "A Targaryen must sit on the throne, if you want your sister safe then you must fight. You must wake the dragon."

I look at the ring on my finger, one of the only thing's left of my mother's Viserys never sold, a ring fashioned from steel, worthless in it's weight, but it carries the sigil of our house.

"If a Targaryen must seat the throne," I begin, knowing it in my gut, in my heart. "Then it cannot be Viserys."

"Remember your namesake," he tells me. "Rhaenyra Targaryen."

I know her story well, a queen struck from history.

What did she suffer for if I would just give it up?

"I need to go south," I realise finally and look to Jon. "Ready the horses."

But before he can go Aemon speaks. "Your uncle has told me of you Jon Snow."

Jon's confused. "He has?"

"Oh yes, indeed," he says, as if there is some great piece of this mad puzzle we are missing. "You must protect the princess, you two must not allow yourselves to be separated. For she is not the last Targaryen, and you must be united if we are to survive."

His words seem to go over Jon's head, the mumblings of an old man, but not mine. I can't miss the strangeness of them, but I can't bring myself to seek clarity, instead I nod and promise Aemon "I won't let our family end with us."

Jon and I walk through Molestown, he keeping a close eye on me, still convinced I intend to disappear to the nearest port.

He grabs my wrist as I step up the stairs to the brothel "Rhaenyra-"

"Where else am I going to find a seamstress in a town like this," I reply and order him "Wait out here."

He reluctantly agrees as I walk up the steps inside, finding multiple men I recognise from the wall inside with women in various states of undress.

A well dressed woman flushes at the sight of me, and approaches.

"May I help you?"

"I would like a dress made," I tell the madam and she looks me up and down incredulously.

"This is no place for a lady."

"I'm no lady," I say pulling back my hood. "The princess of dragonstone requires a dress be made, are you able to assist."

She eyes me in disbelief. "So it is true, the Targaryen girl did go to the Wall."

"And now the king is coming north," I tell her, knowing her ladies will no doubt make the journey for business. "I am sure there must be a seamstress in here."

"Aye," she says, waving a woman over. "She can help yer, what do you need."

"A dress of red and black," I tell her, knowing Catelyn would never let me touch either colour when making my dresses, and so I only wore white. The white ghost of Winterfell some have come to call me. "I want it to be bold enough they'll want to put me in chains."

She nods her head. "As you wish milady."

"Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen," I correct. "It's a name you'll wish to remember."

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demigod MC Series: Hestia

This is another eternally virgin goddess, so we're doing another pseudo-demigod by adoption (like we did with Athena).

Demigod MC: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia

Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth, Home, Architecture, Domesticity, Family, and the State. She's high up there (firstborn of Rhea and Cronus), but several factors have led to her falling into the background when compared to the other (flashier) Olympians. She swore to never marry, rejecting proposals from both Poseidon and Apollo, and is something of an antithesis to Aphrodite.

Lucifer

Honestly? He thought they were exactly what they were after. A weak human with no experience in the magical world what-so-ever.

Well… He was half-right.

On the surface, this is a pretty weak human. They don't have super flashy powers or a divine birth from the gods… but they do have a very protective adoptive mother.

The brothers had just settled in for their first dinner with the new human when the goddess herself strolled into their dining room, asked who was in charge, then dragged Lucifer away by the ear!

She's not even his mother, yet he felt the intense urge to apologize and put himself in his own room… Oh, the humiliation… at least she did the same to Diavolo…

The Prince was only able to calm her down by promising absolutely NO harm would come to her child… on their heads...

By the time the goddess finally let him go, Lucifer was about ready to shackle the MC to his wrist so nothing could touch them but he settled on keeping them with him like an assistant of sorts. They were in charge of helping him with the paperwork so he could keep an eye on them.

What he didn’t expect was for them to be so… good at it? They could keep his offices clean, they managed his daily schedule, fixed up the House, and still have time to bring him tea and sweets every night!

They could even reign in his brothers somehow… They weren't strong or intimidating, but one or two mildly unhappy words out of them and everybody would be on their best behavior.

Was everyone positive they're only human...?

As much as he hated to admit, he may have a slight deep case of falling for the housekeeper… He would make a move, but well…

He has Beel to contend with first.

Mammon

Okay so, watching Lucifer get dragged out by the ear just like Raphael used to do to him was hilarious!!! The whole room got a good laugh! 🤣

Until Hestia glared at them and suddenly they all felt like they'd disappointed someone important….

And all that fuss over some dumb human??

So what if they made amazing food?

So what if they could clean the entire mansion in a day?

So what if they were the walking equivalent to a warm cup of cocoa on a winter's day??

So what if they were just the kindest, sweetest thing in this godforsaken hellscape and he would throw himself in front of a bus to keep them safe-

-Wait, when did that happen?!?

Seriously, Mammon's attachment to the MC came out of NOWHERE to him. One day, he was threatening to eat their soul and the next he's freaking out when they stub their toe!

He swears they have to have some kind of magic about them! A charm, or a spell, or… their lovable smile and warm, loving hugs...! 😊

Damnit!! They're too cute!! He needs them to go away but also never leave, thanks. 😒

In all seriousness, though their kind nature puts Mammon's tsundere self at a bit of a disadvantage, his protective instincts shoot through the roof whenever they're involved.

Naturally, that means his day is spent running them away from hungry lesser demons or shielding them from Beel and Lucifer's tug-of-war matches… He's a busy guy these days. 😖

Leviathan

They're so… so… MOE!!!

That was his immediate thought when Mammon brought them home. He was expecting a defenseless human, but not one that could have stepped out of one of his slice-of-life manga!

To be honest, his instant thought was try and find a place to sit them on his shelves with the rest of the adorable characters he loves… 😅

And that was before they even opened their mouth! Five words into their introduction and he was ready to get their face on a t-shirt!!

Honestly, combine their natural cuteness with their household skills and they made for perfect waifu/husbando material…

Not helped by the fact they found one of his maid/butler outfits while doing the laundry one day. Not only did they ask if they could wear it, they actually non-ironically liked it and started wearing it around the House!!

Oh he got cornered by Beel, Lucifer, and Mammon separately that day because they thought he was using them for fetish fuel… But it was their idea, he swears!!

I mean… He didn't discourage them or anything either but still…

If Beel hadn't claimed them on Day One, Levi might have eventually thrown his hat in the ring too... Oh well… he can pine from a distance… What else is new? 😔

Satan

He has a video of Hestia dragging Lucifer out of the dining room on his phone and it's one of his most treasured possessions now. 😌

He is perhaps the only person in the House who was not at all impressed with their little human.

So they could cook? So could he. So they can clean? That's not impressive. They could manage a household? Big deal, he's more or less been in charge of the same thing for centuries!

As far as he saw it, there was nothing the MC could do that he couldn't do as proficiently or even better. There was nothing remarkable about this human at all!

… except for one thing.

That maid/butler outfit of Levi's? The one they like to wear around?

It has cat accessories…

Either they don't notice or they don't mind it but they essentially walk around the House cleaning things with little kitty ears attached to their head and a bell on their collar…

Dammit… Why did Levi even buy that?!?

Satan ended up getting in trouble for enchanting their outfit to give them REAL ears and a tail "accidentally..." Lucifer strung him up by his toes, Beel gave him a black-eye, and Mammon still calls him a "perverted cat freak" but it was worth it, he says, worth it!!

Asmodeus

Oh Beel…

Asmo saw Beel's feelings for the MC coming from a mile away. He didn't even need to confirm it with a sniff check, he had them scented by the end of their first night!

Lucifer, on the other hand, now that was a surprise... 😏

Ask him a century ago if Lucifer would ever consider a human lover, godly mother or no, and he'd have laughed! Yet here he is, giving gifts and sneaking whiffs of their adorable new housemate!

Of course, that's causing some commotion because they're pitted against each other, but Asmo finds it kind of cute honestly.

Beel and Lucifer aren't fighting, not for real. The whole house knows Lucifer would win in a real brawl, but neither of them actually want to hurt the other… They're far too close for that.

So Beel tosses Lucifer around with kid gloves and Lucifer holds back considerably against Beel. It's pretty much just two brothers who love each other squabbling over the same toy… 🤭

Honestly, Lucifer might have bowed out by now and just let Beel have them but now his pride's on the line… thus an endless tussle between family and the sweet MC is in the middle, clueless to it all!

Tragic, is it not? But it certainly makes things more entertaining around here! (Good thing too since Beel beat him to the punch… If it's a fight against those two, he'll have to keep any of his own affairs with the MC under the radar... 😏)

Beelzebub

He has claimed this one. Full stop.

For a bit of perspective: when Barbatos needs cooking tips, he calls Hestia. Hestia, the Divine Master of All Things Cooking. Hestia, the goddess who raised this MC…

Needless to say if they have any magic at all, it's in the kitchen.

If food is the way to Beel's heart, this MC has claimed his heart, soul, and probably all of his vital organs. Their food is astounding!! Always perfect every time and so good it brings him to tears!

It started the night of that first dinner, prepared by MC. He was too busy scarfing down the table to even notice a goddess showed up and then he proposed to the MC with their own pig roast by meal's end!

They said no to marriage, but an instant pact agreement suited him just fine.

Beel didn't waste a single moment before he started treating them like a potential mate, territorial aggression and all, but there was a bit of a catch… He kept the MC totally oblivious to it.

Surprisingly, Beel's can turn the "They're MINE" part of his brain on and off pretty well. He's nothing but sweet and cuddly to the MC when they're around and even with his brothers!... as long as they don't try anything.

The moment he caught whiff that Lucifer might be pursuing them too, it was on. Suddenly the two brothers who almost never fight were in competition against each other! But of course, both have an unspoken rule to never do so in front of MC.

And now poor MC believes it's common for demons to "play wrestle" like puppies and hugs are traditionally supposed to be so hard they could snap spines…

And it doesn’t look like they'll be backing down any time soon… Oh dear...

Belphegor

You know what? For once, everything goes exactly to plan for Belphie!

No really, this MC has no hidden powers, no magic horses, not even Demon Nip. They are a helpless, trusting little human who just wants to help their big teddy bear get his twin back!

So, you know how it goes. The charm, the lies, the treachery and all of that. He even gets to kill them!! Oh, happy days!! 😁

Come to think of it, they did smell an awful lot like Beel… But who cares, as long as Lucifer suffers right?? And this whole "living together in harmony" crap fails, right?!

Wrong.

Beel went ballistic. Lucifer did too, but Beel was what really hurt…

Belphie can safely say that in all of his life, Beel has never physically attacked him. Not once, or at least, not with intent to kill…

But when the sixthborn's fist went crashing through the wall right by his ear that day, he knew his brother's first instinct was to aim for his head… and his second was to miss, as he still loved him, but only by just a little.

What the hell did he just do??

Thank their father for Barbatos and all the funky time stuff he can do because bringing the MC "back" snapped his angry brothers right out of it.

Things should have been smoothed over at that point but as everyone was finally settling down for tea, Hestia made another appearance in the House… this time carrying a butcher's knife!

Time fix or no, Diavolo had promised her no harm would come to MC and at least one continuity of them DIED… so punishment was now on Lucifer and the Demon Prince himself!

Belphie, in a rare case of guilt and an expression of brotherly love, offered to take their place since it WAS kind of all his fault. His gesture softened the Goddess of Family juuust enough to lighten his sentence from execution to hard labor.

And thus, the MC had their own housekeeping assistant for a whole year, complete with bitter reluctance and a matching maid outfit! Cat-theme and all!!

He's sending nightmares to anybody who laughs… guaranteed. 😒

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Little Hope

(Platonic SBI Famliy x child reader)

Request 6: An imagine or Drabble about sbi family x reader where the reader is the newest adoptee to the family and it turns out they sleepwalk! They do random things like moving stuff around, talking to empty air, and can sometimes end up waking up nowhere near their bed. Just harmless shenanigans that might be spooky at first but are ultimately funny and endearing in a way.

Requested By: @0melodydrifter0

When Phil brought home a little girl wrapped in a blanket Wilbur was pissed, another child his father had adopted that Phil couldn’t take care of, another child that would end up being his and Techno’s duty to raise. However, something was different in his father’s eyes as he held the young girl close to his chest,

“Dad?” Wilbur murmured an eyebrow raised suspiciously high on his head, “What’s that?” He watched his father wince a little cradling the toddler closer to him,

“Wilbur...this is (Y/n). She’s going to be your new little sister.” Wilbur grits his teeth and felt rage flood through his veins again, not at the little one, no he couldn’t blame the child for his father’s savior complex. “An old friend of mine village was raided, he asked for my help but by the time I got there everyone was dead, everyone except her.” Phil moved some stray hair out from the kid’s eyes, “I couldn’t leave her for dead Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face softened a little bit, now wasn’t the time to argue with his father, especially since he had just lost a friend.

“Could I...see her?” He asked hesitantly as Phil knelt down beside one of his eldest, Wilbur noted the girl had flecks of (h/c) hair on her forehead, her face was covered in soot and ash, he noted she had the brightest (e/c) eyes he’s ever seen. She was quiet, very different from Tommy already, she reached up and touched the side of Wilbur’s cheek with a pudgy hand. The boy was done for after that, vowing up and down that he’d be the best big brother in the world to her even if it killed him.

Much better than Tommy and Techno too.

Speaking of the first time Tommy and Techno met you it was quite the experience. Tommy basked in the fact of no longer being the youngest member of the family and Techno was quick to remind him the being the middle child was far worse. Tommy had called him a bitch and Phil told him not to curse in front of his sister which he huffed at, swearing to Phil that her first word would be fuck.

He got hit on the back of his head for that comment.

Technoblade was indifferent about that situation, saying orphans were cringe and that you smelled bad, Wilbur was okay with both of these outcomes. As he stated earlier he was going to be the favorite brother whether you knew it or not.

By the time you were ten years old Wilbur’s wish had come true, you stuck by his side and were a quiet staple in his life. He also spoiled you rotten, he made you songs and snuck you cookies when Phil wasn’t looking, he’d do anything to see that smile a smile on your face. However, much to his displeasure it seemed that both Technoblade and Tommy were encroaching on his little happy bubble with his sister.

It started with Technoblade, he noticed you following him around more often than not. At first, the hybrid was annoyed, he’d lock you out of his room and force you away by threatening to cut off your fingers if you didn’t leave him alone. However, that only made you cry and it made Techno panic if Phil heard you crying he’d be a dead man, and if Wilbur heard he’d be double dead. He began to try to hush you frantically, you didn’t calm down until he stated he would hang out with you a little longer. It shut you up immediately, oh you were a sneaky little shit, he could respect that. He decided he read to you if that was alright, you nodded eagerly, and he carried you into his room. You were a kid of few words and Technoblade could respect that, he pulled out a story about some of the ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses. Figuring the Art of War was probably too much for a ten-year-old, surprisingly he enjoyed himself. You were eager to learn and enjoyed the stories way more than he thought you would, okay maybe you bonded just a little. He had taken to calling you Moirai the greek goddess of destiny, not only that but Technoblade had started bringing you gifts from his adventures, something he never did for anyone else.

Therefore Wilbur was feeling VERY threatened and Technoblade LOVED it.

However, while the both of them were having their little pissing contest they didn’t notice their younger brother swooping in to join the fight for your attention. As the eldest were at war with themselves, Tommy had taken to sneaking you out of the house to cause trouble by his side. After all, no sister of his was going to be boring like Wilbur and Technoblade, she was going to be as awesome as he was if he had anything to say about it. So when he snuck you out one night against their wishes when they were too busy to notice he decided to take full advantage of that opportunity. He adored hearing your enthusiastic giggles as he tore through the forest with you on his shoulders.

You were typically a very quiet child, so to hear you laugh because of him made Tommy preen with delight. Your fingers were twisted in his blonde locks as you steered him like a horse, it hurt like hell but so long as it kept you steady he really didn’t mind.

The joy didn’t last long because Wilbur and Technoblade had found them not soon after he escaped their clutches. Techno plucked you off his shoulders and held you in his arms, you let out a little whine of disappointment and Tommy frowned,

“Oh come on Technoblade don’t be an asshole!”

“Don’t curse in front of (Y/n), Tommy.” Wilbur hissed hitting him on the back of his head, “you can’t just run off with her it’s dangerous!”

“I can protect her just fine you bitch!”

“Oh please, you can barely protect yourself.” Technoblade scoffed as you began to play with his pink hair, hating the tense atmosphere. Tommy snarled at his brother and moved to punch him in the chest but Techno was quick to sidestep them, “nice one genius.”

“FUCK OFF!”

You let out a displeased whine and covered your ears at the volume Tommy shouted,

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur hissed “You’re way too loud and you’re upsetting her.”

“WE WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME UNTIL YOU FUCKERS RUINED IT!”

“Tom-Tom please shush,” You pressed a finger to your mouth in distress, mimicking a hushing movement. His face faltered, his voice lowering in volume as he apologized softly towards you. “Thank you,” a big smile spread across your lips, and all three brothers visibly relaxed.

“Alright little one,” Wilbur spoke tenderly running a hand through your hair his heart-melting a little as you nuzzled against it. “Let’s get you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” You groaned in distaste falling against Techno’s shoulder with a soft thud, the man chuckled softly as all three brothers walked back home.

It was about two months after that when your happy facade came crashing down around you, it had been a particularly rough day. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another and you were left to your own devices and thoughts. They all came rushing back to you, the memories of the day your village got raided and your bio parents passed away. Wilbur was the first to notice something was wrong and had asked Phil to check up on you, so when Phil finally got around to ask what was wrong you burst into tears. That’s when they discovered you apparently remembered more of the incident than you let on. It broke their hearts to see you so upset over something you had no control over, but like everyone else in their family of misfits, you blamed yourself for simply surviving the tragedy.

They had made sure to coddle you the rest of the day, Technoblade had made sure to make you your favorite food for dinner. Phil and Wilbur tried to keep you busy with music and potion brewing and Tommy played some discs to help you fall asleep. You did so smiling and his heart soared, point to Tommy for getting you to fall asleep with a smile.

Your found family had gathered that night to discuss what they should do with you moving forward. Phil had declared they all do their best to keep you distracted the next few days, preferably in shifts if that was needed. Wilbur offered to spend the morning with you, he wanted to visit Niki and Sally and both of them loved you if anyone would cheer you up they would. Tommy offered the afternoon and he could bring Tubbo over and you all could play soldiers, Techno said he’d handle the nights with Phil.

Everyone settled into bed to get a much-needed rest, out of all the brothers Technoblade was the lightest sleeper. So when he woke up in a cold sweat with you standing over his bed he almost shit himself. You had a glassy look in your (e/c) eyes,

“(Y/n)? What are you doing? Do you know how late it is?” Technoblade scolded reaching out to grab his glasses, you didn’t respond to him which made his nose scrunch up. “Did you have a nightmare?” His voice got quieter as he reached out to cup your cheek, still no response from you. “Kid?” He sat up as you turned away from him to wander back out the door, “what just happened?” He murmured scratching under his chin, he’d have to bring this up tomorrow.

Wilbur was concerned and immediately wanted to seek a doctor, especially because you had no remembrance of the event. Phil ran a hand through his hair in thought, “could it be sleepwalking?”

“(Y/n)’s too cool to sleepwalk. What the fuck do you mean?” Tommy scoffed and you frowned eyebrows furrowing together.

“Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? She doesn’t remember walking around but it clearly happened. Hopefully, it was only a one-off occurrence and she’ll never do it again.”

“Is it bad if I do?” You whispered shuffling on your feet suddenly self-conscious, “Tommy doesn’t seem to think it’s good.” They all glared at the teenager who winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Phil knelt down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands,

“It’s not bad. We just have to take some extra precautions for you is all, it’s perfectly normal especially after the trauma you went through.” You bit your lip and nodded within his hands, “Tommy’s an idiot-”

“Hey!-

“That doesn’t make you any less of a person and it doesn’t make you any more abnormal either,” Phil assured as Techno began snickering behind him, he turned his head to shoot him a look.

“What? It’s just funny assuring her she’s normal when no one in this house is normal.” Technoblade waved his hand, “we’re all a bunch of misfits- don’t give me that look you know it’s true. Half of us are hybrids and the other half are gremlins,” He motioned to Tommy again who made an indigent sound tired of being the butt of everyone’s teasing. “So she’s never gonna be normal, but she’s always gonna be one of us and we’ll kill anyone who even thinks about teasing her.”

Phil smiled sheepishly sweat gathering on his brow, “Let’s not kill anyone Techno at least not now. Especially if they’re children.”

“Now, now dad, Technoblade has a point.”

“Wilbur.” Phil scolded as Tommy’s face lit up,

“Can I punch a child?” You burst into laughter at Phil’s horrified expression,

“No Tommy. No, you cannot!”

“It’s okay papa I give them explicit permission to beat anyone up who fucks with me!” You shouted and Tommy’s face once again lit up, he grabbed you out of Phil’s arms and held you close.

“You said Fuck! I’m so proud I’m teaching you so well!” He spun you around only causing you to laugh harder as the older members of your family glared at Tommy, “Now say it again!”

Wilbur plucked you from Tommy’s arms glaring at his brother, “No. No, she won’t say it again. That’s a bad word you can’t say it till you’re older.” A pout settled on your lips as you crossed your arms in frustration.

“But Tommy gets to say it all the time.”

“And he’s older.” Phil let out a chuckle at Wilbur's response watching you slump forward with a loud groan of absolute torment.

You didn’t sleepwalk again until a few months later, everyone had relatively assumed it was a one-off occurrence and their watchful eye was lifted. In the meantime Tommy had started to maybe sort of sneak out; he had his bag all packed and planned to meet Tubbo in the park. They both wanted to go monster hunting on their own, it wasn’t their first rodeo but it still wasn’t something he was supposed to do without his dad's permission.

Tommy didn’t give a shit about permission though.

Obviously.

He grabbed his sword from its place in the living room, Tommy held it up with a wicked smile. It shone in the dim light and he could see the reflection of his face inside it, it must’ve been freshly polished. Tommy put his sword in its holster and turned around, immediately letting out a startled yelp slapping his hands over his mouth. You were standing behind him eyes glassy as you blinked blearily at him,

“(Y/n)?” Tommy whisper hissed glaring at you harshly, “What the fuck are you doing awake?” You didn’t respond, only walking past him reaching for a sword of your own, his eyes widened frantically and steered you away from the sharp weaponry. “Are you sleepwalking?” Tommy asked in mild concern before a smirk came across his face, “Guess I don’t have to worry about you snitching huh?” He slowly led you into Phil’s room opening the door and shoving you in before shutting the door. Tommy made quick work of grabbing everything else needed before heading out of the house to meet up with Tubbo.

Phil woke up to you standing over him, looming, and it almost sent him into a heart attack. He knew immediately you were sleepwalking, “Oh honey...come ‘ere.” He pulled you into bed with him and watched your eyes drift close and snuggle up to him. At least you were safe with him, so long as you didn’t start unlocking doors and injuring yourself they could handle this.

After telling the other brothers about the incident last night Wilbur was only growing more concerned about your sleep state. He offered to take you to the doctor but Phil brushed him off, saying that normally this thing sorts themself out on their own. Since he was feeling rather protective Wilbur slept in the living room the next few nights just to make sure you didn’t go wandering off. Plus, Phil seemed to not only approve of but also grateful for the idea; so long as the old man could get much-needed rest he didn’t seem to care. Another week flew by with no problems, and he decided to spend one last night in the living room just to triple-check you weren’t going to sleepwalk.

He woke up to the sound of a hooting owl and soft banging against the wall, he tossed his hand over the back of the couch and he blinked blearily. Unlike his twin, he didn’t exactly have the razor-sharp reflexes that Technoblade was gifted with. Wilbur grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and shoved them on his face haphazardly.

What was that noise? Did Tommy sneak out again? He turned towards the opened door and it took a few moments to process why the door was open. Wilbur scratched the top of his head in confusion before his eyes snapped open in blatant realization. He tossed the blankets off the couch and scrambled out the door. Bare footprints were made in the mud leading away from your house, tiny you sized footprints.

Oh, he was so fucked. How long ago did you leave? Are you alright? It’s so cold and you weren’t wearing shoes.

Wilbur made sure to grab both of your jackets and shoved his feet in his boots before heading out the door. He saw his breath out in front of him and winced you must be so cold, hopefully, you weren’t dead if you were he was totally in big trouble. He followed your footprints until they stopped at the edge of the woods, he looked around frantically and anxiety prickled at his skin. If the trail went cold here there was no way he would be able to find you, what if you woke up in a completely different part of the SMP. Or worse yet what if someone kidnaps you and takes you away from them?

He entered the woods calling out your name desperately even though you wouldn’t respond if you were still asleep. Wilbur adjusted his glasses noticing a soft trail of broken leaves, he decided it was his best bet to follow them. Eventually, he came to a bit of a clearing in the woods that led up to a large cliff, Wilbur’s heart sunk. He felt his breathing stop as he walked towards the edge of the cliff, slowly like he didn’t want to know if he thinks what happened to you, happened to you. At the very top of the cliff is when he saw it, the bracelet you always wore on your wrist it was made of gold and Technoblade had gifted it to you after an adventure he had with Phil. He pulled the jewelry close to his chest and let out a shaky breath, tears swelled in his eyes as he peeked over the edge of the cliff. The poor boy couldn’t even see the bottom, Phil would have to fly down and search it, he was going to throw up.

“Wilby…?”

Oh god, he could still hear your sweet, little voice.

“What are you doing? Are you crying?”

Wait, that was your voice!

He whipped around to find you rubbing your tired eyes, your feet were bare and you were shivering. Wilbur tore through the bush and scooped you up in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Ewww Wilby stop!” You said through giggles pushing his face away from your own,

“I’m so glad you’re alright. You were sleepwalking again, I thought…” His voice cracked a little as you tilted your head. You looked around his shoulder and eyed the cliff wearily, you nuzzled against his neck and squeezed him tightly.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault.” He whispered against you, “let's get you home though alright? Want to have a sleepover with me?”

“Please. I’m scared I’ll wander off if I sleep alone again.” Wilbur nodded, running his fingers through your messy hair. For a girl your age, it was important to make sure you get a good night's sleep. As he carried you back home you ended up falling back asleep in his arms, he had a lot of time to think. He couldn’t believe that a few years ago he had despised the girl in his arms, thought of you as just another stowaway Phil brought home. You had managed to melt his heart and worm your way into not just his brain but his other brother’s brains as well. You had brought so much joy and happiness into their lives. Before you entered their lives there was arguing every night. Tommy and Techno were always at each other’s throats, Wilbur wasn’t any better, to be honest, but then you were there and everything changed. They had to get along and watch their language around you, you weirdly brought them together. Made them better and he couldn’t imagine what their lives would be like without their little hope.

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icanlove2things · 3 years ago

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Rewatching all of Stranger Things and having some Thoughts so here they are:

The secretary lady at the police station tells Nancy that Jonathan would only beat the shit out of Steve like he did because of true love which feels a lot like when Eddie told Steve that Nancy must be in love with him since she dove into the water so fast. But in both of those cases, they’re not really right. Jonathan doesn’t really snap on Steve until he says a BUNCH of stuff about Will and his mom. So yeah it was love but not for Nancy. And we all know Nancy would have jumped into that lake for basically anyone. She crawled into the upside down through a disgusting hole in a tree (with no idea of what was on the other side except for a monster) for Barb. She faced down Billy racing towards her in a car to protect Lucas and Will. She went to interview a man who supposedly killed his whole family to try and save Max. I don’t have any Big Thoughts about this except I guess I just hate how everyone acts like the only kind of love that drives people is romantic love.

If they don’t bring Kali back for the last season, what is even the point?? She deserves a much better family, we need someone else with powers, I bet she’s taught herself telekinesis by now, and I would just love to see her interact with everyone else.

I hope Mr. Clark finally finds out what’s been going on and how much he’s helped his students save the world.

I want Murray to read everyone the way he instantly read Nancy/Jonathan and Joyce/Hopper. Well what I really want is for him to be a real person and yell at the Duffer bros for fucking up their own characters.

I still think there’s some kind of benevolent force stuck in the upside down. Why does it feel nice to manipulate the lights? Why did Victor Creel feel like there was an angel saving him? Seriously how did Will survive there for so long?? I’m sure this is a complete pipe dream but how freaking cool would it be if it IS there and it saved Eddie and we find him in a little pocket of safety, slowly healing and learning and hiding next season???

Watching the older seasons, I love seeing how strongly affectionate all the kids are with each other, which makes it even weirder to see Mike’s awkward non-hug with Will in S4.

In season 2 we see El mimicking the lines from an old movie and I think it was a huge lost opportunity that she never tried to say some of them irl.

Joyce tells Lonnie in S1 that Jonathan has wanted to go to NYU since he was 6 years old. I don’t have a grand point to make with this except that it’s sad, and also that I wonder if Nancy doesn’t know that because he decided all the way back in S1 that he couldn’t leave his family.

How was the ‘Indiana Flyer’ song in the secret Russian transmission if they were broadcasting it from so far underground? Did they have an extra horse down there in the communications room??

I wanna see Mrs. Wheeler go absolutely feral on some monsters to defend her kids.

I also think it’s weird that Mike never mentions the painting to El. Does he ever thank her for ‘commissioning’ it? And if he does, what does she say/think?? I don’t think she would have a very good understanding of gay people, so then does she just think Will is being a really sweet brother or what??

I can’t believe we don’t get to see El, Eddie, and Hopper hiding out together in the cabin. Just a weird little family with lots of secret visitors bringing them waffles and kisses and beer.

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things #eddie munson #will byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eleven #kali stranger things #jonathan byers #jim hopper #mike wheeler #murray #joyce byers

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eskelbigbang · 4 years ago

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Eskel Big Bang 2021 Masterpost

Here are all the fics and art made this year for the Eskel Big Bang. Congratulations on the hard work, everyone!

AO3 collection || #ebb works tag || #ebb art tag || #ebb fic tag

Below the cut is a full list of all EBB works:

Uprooted (T, No Pairing, 12k) by @rachofspades, art by @drachedraws

When a nondescript notice begging for a witcher's aid catches Eskel's attention on his way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, he finds himself drawn in by his own curiosity despite his initial reservations. Once he arrives, it quickly becomes apparent that there's something more sinister going on than typical monster attacks, and he's determined to figure out what it is. Fic || Art (1) (2)

These Clay Hands (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.7k) by @aalizazareth, art by @hobbart-art

Eskel is a shy pottery instructor who meets Jaskier during one of his lessons. The two hit it off. Fic || Art

The Empty Safe Job (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 18k) by @iboughtaplant, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

A team of thieves with complicated pasts take down the rich and powerful to help those that get left out from justice. Their latest job should be simple, but an unexpected adversary has Eskel confronting his past. Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys. Fic || Art

the broken vines are an open door (M, Eskel & Geralt & Yennefer, 5.2k) by @trissmarrygoals, art by @flyingyarn

Traveling through Aedirn with his newly acquired child surprise, Eskel stumbles upon a dead body - and with it, a mystery. Fic || Art

With you I'll never be alone (T, Eskel/Geralt, 5.8k) by @dat-carovieh, art by @mondfuchs

From their first meeting, through their whole long life Geralt and Eskel have always been there to comfort each other when one of them got hurt. --- Or five times Geralt and Eskel comfort each other through some kind of hurt and one time they're just comfortable. Fic || Art

Eskel Has A Good Day (G, Eskel & Wolf Witchers, 9.3k) by @gods-no-longer-tread-here, art by @phoenixandjacob

The Wolves (and bard) of Kaer Morhen go on a vacation to the coast, and have a good day. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Tu Me Manques. (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 8k) by @etcorsolus, art by @cvbeebop

In which, Eskel meets a bard who calms him. Body, mind, and soul. Story title is how the French say 'I miss you.' The more literal translation is 'You are missing from me.' Fic || Art

Little Red (M, Eskel/Lambert, 6.1k) by @miahclone, art by @llwynbleidd

Eskel helps Lambert while he's recovering from a serious injury. To distract him from the pain, Eskel tells stories of past hunts. Fic || Art

Constellations (M, Eskel/Geralt, 7.2k) by @dredshirtroberts, art by @dat-carovieh

Eskel loves Geralt but their soulmarks don't match - he'd know. They're witchers, and scars are their business. As he joins Geralt in retirement, Eskel figures whatever he can get with the other witcher will be enough. He might get a little bit more than he thought he was bargaining for, but Eskel's never passed up a good deal. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Trial By Fire (Eskel and Aza's Wild Ride) (E, Eskel/OFC, 11k) by @janzoo, art by @liaonyxrayne

When Eskel rescues his succubus acquaintance from witch hunters, their reunion becomes something more as they're drawn into the hunters' plot. What can they do against a twisted idealist and the danger he presents to witchers and non-humans? Fic || Art

Pardon Me While I Burst Into Flames (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 29k) by @ghostinthelibrarywrites, art by @wolfgeralt

When Eskel is hired to kill an incubus who ruined a noble wedding, he finds that his target is far from a bloodthirsty beast, a too-pretty court bard. Eskel spares Jaskier and they go their separate ways, with Eskel expecting never to see the incubus again. But Jaskier has other ideas. Fic || Art

I Could Eat the World Raw (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 7k) by @buttercupsanddandelions, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

“This is Eskel.” He pushes him slightly forward, “And he just had his conduit moment.” After becoming a mage, Eskel finds that he's been soul-bound to a little lordling. Fic || Art

Something we bury (M, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @heartoferebor, art by @craftgamerzz

“Where’s Eskel?” Ciri asks Geralt, frowning a little. “He went out to do more hunting and gather some potion ingredients. Should be back any moment,” Geralt reassures her. “Ah. Good.” She hesitates a little before deciding to forge right ahead with her next question. She’s asked everyone else in the keep, of course she’ll have to ask Geralt, too. “About his scars…” * Ciri wants to know where Eskel's scars came from, so she decides to ask everyone at the keep about them. Except, they all seem to have different stories... Fic || Art

Lord What Fools These Witchers Be (T, Aiden/Eskel, 21k) by @jayofolympus and @frenchkey, art by aviixrc

When Lambert brings Aiden to winter with him in Kaer Morhen, Eskel is catapulted straight into his own personal hell. It would be easier if he didn’t like the Cat. Instead, he finds himself falling head over heels for his brother’s boyfriend and trying to hide it from a pack of nosy Witchers. If only Aiden would stop flirting with him... Fic || Art (1) (2)

A Moment of Comfort (M, Eskel/OC) by @merpancake

An attack at a brothel begins with blood and carnage, but Eskel finds an unexpected peace in the arms of Cenna. As their paths continue to cross, Eskel carries that same peace within him on his journey through monsters and men. Art

Toussaint's Finest (M, Eskel/Geralt, 9.1k) by @kate-river, art by @justhereforeskel

Eskel is still roaming the Continent. But in recent years the Path has become harder and harder. Eskel has made it a habit to come by Corvo Bianco around vintage and this year's events might change a few things in his life forever. Fic || Art

Beneath the Shadow and the Soul (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 32k) by @vix-spes, art by @buffskierights

Eskel had the strange feeling that everything was going to change when he passed through Dol Blathanna one year on his way back to Kaer Morhen for winter. He had been passing through a town and, instead of running away from him, someone had exclaimed “You’re a Witcher,” and proceeded to sing at him. He just hadn't realised how much of an impact it would have on him. Fic || Art

Daughter of Fire (T, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 4.9k) by @kittynannygaming, art by @zmezagain

Witchers are sterile, that's a fact. No female human can bear their child. Well, the keyword here is 'human' and a succubus is very not human. And Eskel now has a sweet 7 years old daughter. Fic || Art

Break It Recklessly (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 22k) by @anonymousblueberry, art by @nol-nol

From teenage tearaways to successful adults, Geralt and Eskel have always been inseparable. To the extent that when Geralt accepts a wedding invite with Eskel as his plus one, there’s the assumption that they have finally sorted their shit out and got together, forcing them to keep up the facade or cause chaos for the happy couple. What follows is a crash course in emotions, dating, and working out that love can burn long and slow for a very long time. Fic || Art

The Question (M, Eskel/Istredd, 40k) by @eskelchopchop, art by @stars-in-my-damn-eyes

Eskel's in Ohio when Yennefer calls. He’s reluctant to pick up; he’s still not over Geralt, and he's got zero desire to chat with Geralt's new lover. Turns out Yen isn’t his lover anymore, and this isn’t about Geralt. It’s about witcher’s work. Yennefer owns Portal, one of New York City's most popular gay clubs. A Post-Conjunction Entity (PCE) is hunting her clientele, leaving a string of withered corpses in its wake. The police are doing jackshit. Will Eskel come back to a city full of bad memories and take a job off the books to stop it? He'll sure as hell try. Along the way, he’ll cross paths with Istredd, a man with sorcerer’s eyes and a painful past of his own. If Eskel doesn't work fast enough, they both might become the PCE's next victims. Fic || Art

Is It Cold In The Water? (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 12k) by @jennyloggins, art by @jerry-of-rivia

His horse is tied to a branch a few trees out, and that’s where Eskel heads to grab his water skein, taking a deep drink and soothe his dry throat. Patting his horse’s backside affectionately on his way past her, Eskel feigns a stern voice to say, “Zuzanna, keep watch for me.” Her tail twitches as if to swat him away. Fic || Art

Everything I Want (I Can Find in You) by @eyesofshinigami, art by @phoenixandjacob

Eskel didn't think he'd ever see Jaskier again, sure the Cat witcher was only looking for a night of fun. But then he keeps showing up, taking Eskel to bed and leaving him little presents. It takes Eskel a bit, but eventually he realizes that maybe, just maybe, Jaskier means it when he says he wants to keep him. Or Eskel doesn't think he deserves nice things and Jaskier is determined to show him otherwise. Fic || Art

One Stop Shop; Tattoo's Piercings, And Love (M, Eskel/Jaskier/Lambert, 7.4k) by @jesheckah, art by @moondrunkart

When Eskel fumbles an invitation at a party to come into his tattoo shop, Jaskier and he move towards an explosive love. How many tattoo sessions does it take for the heart to know what it wants? Fic || Art

Entanglement (and other words for a mess) (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 31k) by @violaceum-vitellina-viridis, art by @merpancake

Eskel has a hundred marks on his body, but a soulmark isn't one of them. Fic || Art

Beneath Each Other's Bones (E, Eskel/Geralt, 7.6k) by @pressedinthepages, art by @drachedraws

Winter at Kaer Morhen can be brutal. But Eskel and Geralt find warmth in each other in an effort to stave off the cold. Fic || Art (1) (2)

#9fe2bf on the Shore (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.5k) by @buffskierights, art by @phoenixandjacob

The sea roars with a vengeance, something angering the waves even as the stars shine brightly overhead in the clear night sky. If Eskel were a poet he’d say it almost sounded like a wail of mourning, the way the whitewater crashes upon the night black sand and the gathering foam, the sea frothing furiously. But Eskel’s always hated his poetry lessons so being a poet is firmly off the table. Fic || Art

lion in the wolf's den (T, Coen/Eskel, 5k) by @patchwork-doublet, art by @justhereforeskel

eskel is nervous being around ciri, afraid things will go south like they did last time. Fic || Art

Sugar Baby Blues (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 24k) by adevinecomedy, art by @pastelrune

Jaskier’s mind slipped back to a night several months ago when he was all worked up but had nowhere to go and a mountain of school work to get through. How it was just so much easier to log onto a camming website and watch someone perform seemingly just for him. The gorgeous, confident man on the other side of the screen had been so accommodating, even though Jaskier had been shy and hadn’t typed much into the chat. Modern au where Eskel is a Cam boy and runs into a bit of a financial bind. Enter Jaskier who just might be the answer to all his woes. Fic || Art

Winter Comfort (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 10k) by @myidlehand, art by @liaonyxrayne

Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen to spend some time with Eskel, after briefly meeting him in the fall. And while both of them seem delighted to see each other again, Eskel starts to shy away from Jaskier's comments and flirting. It doesn't take a genius to see Eskel is having body image issue. Jaskier aims to help him through it. Fic || Art

The Subtle Knife (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 26k) by @major-trouble, art by @cylin-aka-ankamo

There's an assassin haunting the Continent. No one knows their name, everyone - that is, everyone in the know - calls them The Specter. If you want a rival out of the way, a political opponent disposed of, or a strategic target taken out, contacting The Specter gets the job done. For a price, of course. There's an art to subtlety, after all, and it wouldn't do to risk the attention of law enforcement. So there's no obvious cause, no knife to the back, and the deaths aren't usually remarked upon. The Kaer Morhen Agency, however, has noticed. One of their agents has been hired to protect potential victims, people scared that they've been targeted. And they have reason to worry. When Eskel's first assignment winds up dead of no discernible cause, it starts him on a search for the elusive Specter, hoping against hope to track down the assassin before they're hired again. Setting a trap for a ghost is something Witchers are used to. Setting one for a trained killer may prove beyond them. Fic || Art

No Funny Business (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 11k) by goldendaydreams, art by @nanero11

Eskel had long given up on finding his soulmate, his soulmark nothing but scar tissue from a house fire he’d survived as a child. Knowing that most people wait for their perfect someone, their destiny, didn’t stop him from falling in love with Jaskier, the nurse he met after a hunt gone wrong. Fic || Art

Stronger Than My Storm (E, Eskel/Geralt) by @rawrkinjd, art by @nol-nol

Eskel and Geralt were friends from the very beginning. They added the benefits later. It was another way to offer comfort and companionship when the rest of the world closed in around them, and Eskel was content with it for years. Until he wakes up one day and realises it’s become something more. He touches Geralt’s silver hair, wreathed in a halo of yellow sunlight, and allows himself to feel the cracks spreading through his heart. Witchers can’t love each other. It would only lead to suffering. Eskel realises he must weather the storm inside or let Geralt go forever. Fic || Art

Full of Life (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 6.3k) by @sternenstaub28, art by @llwynbleidd

When Eskel gets hired to solve the case of people disappearing in town, she didn’t know she’d find a friend and maybe even something more. or Beauty and strength don't necessarily make your life easier, a companion and love however do. Fic || Art

choices are the hinges of destiny (T, Eskel/Geralt, 7.5k) by @lutes-and-dandelions, art by @cassandrasartworld

After rescuing a fae from the clutches of death, they repay Eskel by helping him make a choice. -oOo- A story about what would have happened if Eskel had claimed his child of surprise. Fic || Art

Eskel Vs The Continent (And His Feelings) (M, No Pairing, 47k) by @chibitabathasloves, art by @zmezagain

Eskel decides he needs to leave Kaer Morhen after the fight with the Hunt. Where will it take him? And will he be able to face his feelings he desperately tries to ignore. Fic || Art

lookin' to the sky to save me (T, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @torynickles, art by @trissmarrygoals

Geralt slides his hand from Eskel’s shoulder to his back. And then. Then he keeps moving it, outwards, away from Eskel’s torso, where there should be nothing but air, but— “What the fuck?” he chokes, because he can still feel Geralt’s hand, sensation where there should be none. He shakes his head wildly, twisting his arm to reach for his own back. His fingers connect to something, but—it’s not his body, it can’t be his body, even though he can feel himself touching it. Because he’s made up of skin and flesh, bone and muscle, and this thing has all of those, but— It’s covered in sticky, damp feathers. Fic || Art

A Fine Night at the Faire (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 12k) by Elensule, art by @liaonyxrayne

Eskel has been hurt by the world and hides for refuge in his little goat farm. He's found no reason to look for love, or much of anything else. But encouragement from his brother sends him to an unfamiliar locale; the renfaire! Maybe stepping out of his comfort zone was just what he needed. Fic || Art

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elsascushion · 3 years ago

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Hollywood B!tch

Pairing: Bea X Poppy

Kinda Safe for work yall, swearing involved but no smut. this is more of a prologue than chapter 1 as The pair doesn’t meet yet and this is set a year after graduation

Chapter 1

It has been over a year since Bea has met up with anyone from Belvoire. Of course Zoey and her occasionally FaceTime or go out for coffee when they both happen to be in New York, their schedules have just never really matched. Now that Bea is officially a superstar on the rise, studios are just waiting for the chance to work with the actress. For over the past year Apoidea have been extremely helpful in helping to kickstart her new career with some of her shows and films rivalling Zendayas at the box office. Of course even with Apoidea connections the pressures of Hollywood was just as tough as she thought, but Bea of course was already trained to handle the drama world thanks to good old Belvoire.

Speaking of Belvoire, Bea has recently returned back to New York from filming in Korea just in a weeks time before Veronica’s little top 15 “reunion”. Now for why Veronica decided to hold a Belvoire reunion is unknown considering she hated everyone there but it could be due to the fact that Bea’s name is trending everywhere now days and the clout she would be getting would be insane. So just a few weeks prior Veronica had created this group chat to discuss potential dates on when to do this and when everyone was free. She had added Bea, Zoey, Chloe,…….so on and a few people who Bea had forgot even existed. To be honest Bea didnt even want to go at first but after checking everyone’s names on the list one really stood out to her. Poppy Min-sinclair. A name that she could never forget no matter no hard she has tried to. Ever since her confession at graduation she never was able to see or contact Poppy again. That girl practically pulled a Persephone Dalton and went MIA maybe she even now has a new identity, and due to Beas busy schedule she was never able to visit the Sinclair’s closing mansion one last time wondering if it is even still there now days. How Veronica got Poppy’s contact details is still a mystery but I guess she just has her ways, although Bea began to wonder if that was even poppy considering she never typed anything on that group chat.

Now weeks later with everyone (except poppy) confirming their availabilities Bea was back in New York. She first checks into this penthouse apartment building, a curtesy of Zoeys, before throwing her luggage down on the floor and grabbing out a few boxes of expensive looking chocolate she got as gifts in Belgium a while back, in preparation for her meeting with zoey. She heads down the apartment and slinks into a nearby cafe where she was greeted with the face that helped her survive her Belvoire years.

“OMG BITCH YOU’RE ACTUALLY HERE THE BEA HUGHES” Zoey dramatically gasps drawing the attention of other customers

Bea quickly covers Zoey’s mouth with her palms whispering loudly “Girl not so loud!” Before dragging her upstairs into a more private booth.

“Heyyy did you not miss me” Zoey rolls her eyes sarcastically, smoothing down her skirt as she sits down at the opposite side of Bea.

“Babe of course I did but I’m trying to avoid press while being jet lagged and all if you know what I mean” Bea blinks a few times as Zoey takes note on the dark circles around Beas dead brown eyes

“Of course, of course so do not want to be caught outside after a late night concert” Zoey says as she takes a sip of her coffee before speaking again

“Ok but are you excited for Veronica’s reunion i mean we haven’t seen those people in like forever”

But Bea doesn’t respond instead she stares off into the distance at some peculiar looking potrait of a two headed horse

“Hello earth to Bea!” Zoey snaps her fingers a few times bringing Bea back to reality

“Oh sorry sleep deprived and all” Bea sighs taking another sip of her iced latte “so what were you saying?”

“Right, as I was saying” Zoey coughs “are you excited for Veronica’s reunion party thing”

It was technically just a party for her to clout from everyone but no one is questioning it as they all wanted to see Bea again

“Well about that could I ask you something?”, Zoey nods preoccupied by her coffee as Bea continues “it’s about Poppy”

Zoey shoots Bea a sharp glare making the brunette freeze a little before saying “hun do you remember what I told you night after graduation as we were packing up our stuff”

Bea sighs “That life wasn’t a whatpad and for me to move on from people who made our lives miserable for the past two years especially she devils named Poppy”

“Yes and I still stand by that”

After that the girls exchanged gifts to avoid an awkward conversation and changed between a variety of topics such as how Chloe and Ohio even managed to graduate, stories about Zoey’s time on tour to Bea spilling the tea about scandals in Hollywood. As time flew by it was almost late in the afternoon when Zoey had to meet with another producer bidding Bea goodbye and that they will meet up again soon.

Bea traveled back up to her apartment, ran straight to the couch and took a fat nap for an hour. When her eyes fluttered open she noticed a figure on top of her, one she’s all too familiar with. The women she spent her senior years trying to ruin the life of instead of confessing sooner. Her blond hair fell like curtains around Bea’s face making her blush all too noticiable. Then finally a whisper in her ear “god Farmsville you’re still obsessed with me it seems like you haven’t changed at all” a cool breath hits Bea’s ear seeming all too real

“AHH Poppy how the fuck did you get in here!” Bea screamed as her eyes shot wide open looking around her apartment to see if Poppy was actually there, slightly disappointed when she wasn’t.

“Just a dream huh” Bea thought to her self as she layed back on her $25000 couch questioning her life.

However she wondered how that dream could’ve ended if she had not woken up just before the fun parts…. Soon the girl’s desires overcame her as she rolled over to grab her phone shooting a quick text to Veronica

Bea: hey V it’s Bea I’m back in New York planning to give some gifts to our cohorts 😜 but just wondering if you know where Poppy is staying for education purposes

Not long after a notification shows up on her phone with an address attached from Veronica. Bea quickly inserts the address into her maps app noticing the location was only an hour away.

Shocked She quickly unpacks her luggage to find a cute outfit, retouched her makeup before spraying on her favourite YSL perfume.

“Alright let’s go see if our favourite bitch is still alive”

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To anyone who reads this sorry if it is bad writing has always been my weak point and I needa practice for my final year of HS 😞

#poppy min sinclair #choices stories you play #queen b choices #queen b #queen poppy #poppy x mc

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cevans16 · 4 years ago

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I Could Not Live Without You

Summary: Bucky almost loses you on a mission

Sorry this is a long one! Lots of fluffiness though :)

You and Thor were sitting in the back of the conference room horsing around with a thumb war.

“You’re such a cheater” you discreetly yelled at him.

“You are mad that I am winning little one” he teased you

“Little one?! Should I demonstrate that I am a strong demigod just as you!” you yelled a bit louder

“Thor, (Y/N)! Keep it down!” Steve yelled over to you two. You received dirty looks from the rest of the crew until you finally calmed down only for you and Thor to start messing around again.

“(Y/N) if you don’t listen so help me-” Tony was the one to yell at you this time. You looked up at him to be met by a stern expression from the genius man. Tony and Thor were your best friends so getting a certain look from either one of them would calm you down

“Sorry Tony” you whispered back to him.

“As we were saying - for this mission it will be Thor, Sam, (Y/N) and Bucky” Tony listed the names causing you to groan at the last one

“Is there a problem?” Tony asked

“Yes, HIM” you replied motioning to Bucky. Since you two met, Bucky was never nice to you, he either ignored you or always had to critic something about you.

“Well, Wanda and Vision are on their honeymoon so I see this as a team bonding exercise since you two can’t seem to get along” Tony peered at you.

“I get along with everyone else, he seems to have a problem with me” you replied.

“Come on doll, it’s one mission, if I can tolerate you everyday, I’m sure you can tolerate me for a few” he said winking at you causing you to roll your eyes back.

“Whatever are we done here” you said getting up from your seat to start packing.

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You were settling yourself inside the quinjet, you and Thor were the demigods so you were practically there as an extra asset for Sam and Bucky.

“Want some cashews?” Bucky offered you, you rolled your eyes at him again.

“No thanks” you said walking away from him to sit next to Thor.

“You know both and I don’t know much about Midgard however I think he likes you” Thor said winking at you

“Please don’t” you quickly replied to his comment

“Ohhh but I know you DO like him, Stark said so himself” at that you scoffed.

“What! No! Damn you Tony, what did he say?” you asked Thor narrowing your eyes at him.

“I overheard you and Stark speaking about him” he said motioning over to Bucky. You remembered that day perfectly.

“I think you have a thing for him, don’t you (Y/N)?” Tony picked on you

“NO! He’s rude, a know-it-all and gosh that stupid long hair needs to be chopped off” you quickly replied defensively while fixing a nanotech knife you had built with Tony.

You turned around to look at Tony who was raising one of his eyebrows at you with a smirk slapped on his face.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing” he chuckled

“I think Manchurian Candidate has a crush on you too but I could be wrong---actually I am never wrong” he continued.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously

“Well for starters, its like in elementary school, boy likes girl but wants to seem cool so he picks on the said girl which in this case is you” he said poking you with one of his tools

“You don’t see it but he always looks over at you when you are not looking, asks where you are when you are not around, that sort of stuff” Tony explained.

“I mean maybe you two should give it a shot” he shrugged

“Not in a million years Tony” you said walking out of the lab, only to bump into Bucky himself

“He’s never been nice to me so why should I do the same” you told Thor.

Thor didn’t say anything, you and him leaned back against the wall to take a quick nap before arriving to your destination.

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“Hey....we’re two minutes out so suit up” Sam said shaking you out of your sleep gently

“Thank you Sam” you said getting up from your seat to grab your equipment

You grabbed two small pistols placing them on each thigh holster, your earpiece from Sam, you placed your sword behind your back and picked up a rifle to head on out.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” Bucky teased you

“I can handle more than that Barnes” you sternly replied

“That she can Bucky, don’t forget she’s a demigod” Sam said, “I do have to ask though, where did you learn to shoot because I’m sure there aren’t guns on your world” he asked

“Well I train profusely with Nat so I think I’m pretty set in having the best teacher you can get” you explained, Sam nodded walking out the quinjet to lead the way.

“Okay, on my lead, Buck and (Y/N) you go left, Thor and I will head to the right on my signal.....go” Sam led away

“You have my six right?” Bucky asked you

“No shit, you’re part of the team” you replied, the genuine comment surprising Bucky

“Plus I don’t want to deal with Steve’s reaction if you were to be gone forever” you added

Well that was too good to be true Bucky thought to himself.

You were both deep inside the building where there was Sokovian evidence about new mutants

You were beside Bucky when you heard a loud gunshot, immediately reacting quicker than Bucky due to your demigod senses, you pushed Bucky out of the way causing you both to fall down to the first level, you felt your left arm break. A bullet had hit you on your left rib, without hesitation you shot back to where the bullet had come from, you had great aim killing the suspect instantly.

You felt pain, worse than what a normal gun shot would feel like. When you took out the bullet to saw that it was Sokovian made, this bullet was different you thought to yourself, this wasn’t going to kill you but you knew it could’ve killed a human being. You felt yourself drifting away into a deep slumber, you could hear Bucky yelling for you.

He got up slowly from the nasty fall, made sure the coast was clear, he then knelt down next to you placing you onto his lap.

“No no, (Y/N) WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” he yelled over at you repeatedly.

You looked up at him giving him a soft smile, “Give this.... to... Wanda, she’ll know” you tried your best to speak and then it all went pitch black.

“Bucky! (Y/N)! You guys okay?” Sam yelled over the earpiece

“I’m okay.....(Y/N) has been hit, she’s...down” Bucky said in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the girl he was in love with was dead and he never got the chance to tell you how he felt about you.

He picked you up cautiously, walking back to the quinjet sadly.

Thor was the first one to look at you, he looked over your wound, opening your vest open. “She’s not dead but we need to take her back quickly” he said to Sam and Bucky

Sam nodded heading to the pilot chair to fly you all back home.

Bucky tried not to cry but his tears betrayed him

“She pushed me out of the way” he sniffed

Thor placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to calm him down, “She would have done it for anyone, it’s not your fault” he said sitting down next to him

“I never told her how I felt about her” Bucky whispered

Thor smiled at the sound of him saying that, “I knew it” he teased Bucky

“I’m sure everyone did except her, I was an idiot in not showing it in the correct way” he explained

“She’s not dead Bucky” Thor said.

“How do you know?” he asked

“Well for one, I can hear her heartbeat, it’s very faint. And I’d know if I have lost a best friend” Thor explained.

The rest of the flight back home was quiet.

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“Let me see her!” Tony yelled running over to you.

“She’s not dead Stark but we need to check on her wounds, it’s the one on her left rib and she has a broken left arm” Thor explained

“I called Dr. Cho, she should be here soon” Tony nodded at Thor

Tony looked at you, you looked peacefully asleep, he had felt his heart drop when he heard about you. He couldn’t lose his best friend. He wiped away a tear before pushing you over to the emergency room. Bucky followed quickly behind.

“Barnes you can’t be here” Tony said to him

“I’m not leaving her Stark” he replied firmly. Tony looked over at him, eyeing him up and down, he knew it, he knew Bucky liked you. He would save the teasing for another time though, first he had to save his best friend.

“She also said to give this to Wanda, that she would know” Bucky said handing over the bullet you had placed in his hands.

Tony looked over at the delicate item, how did something so small take down a demigod like you.

“I’ll call Wanda once (Y/N) is out of the emergency room” Tony confirmed.

After what felt like forever, Dr. Helen Cho finally arrived, she looked over at you, replicating your own cells to heal the wound on your rib, it wouldn’t look the same but it was enough to stabilize you. Once she was done with surgery, they wheeled you to the recovery room.

“She looks like she’s asleep peacefully” Nat sniffed looking at you.

“Yeah she does, how did it go wrong?” Steve asked

“She took the bullet for Barnes” Nat said, this surprised Steve, he in fact thought that you hated Bucky but he was very appreciative that you would protect his own best friend as if he were yours.

“Don’t look so surprised Steve, she would do this for anyone of us. Besides she has a soft spot for Barnes” Nat smirked

“That I have heard” Steve chuckled.

“Will you two shut up, I feel bad enough as it it” Bucky interjected

They stood there a little bit longer, Nat and Steve headed out, Nat stopped by Bucky, “You should get cleaned up Barnes, it’ll take a while”

“I’m not leaving until Wanda gets here” he replied, with that Nat left Bucky alone with you.

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Wanda and Vis had to cut their honeymoon short

“I’m sorry Wanda but (Y/N) told Bucky about the bullet that hit her, Banner and I have been trying to figure it out but-- I wouldn’t ask you to come back if it wasn’t serious...this is my best friend” Tony choked out at the end.

“Tony....don’t worry, Vis and I understand, we are heading back , I have a clue on what that bullet could be” she replied calming Tony down over the phone.

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Nat and Maria were visiting you again, Maria hadn’t seen you until now.

“She looks like a sleeping beauty doesn’t she” Nat said, “even with all the debris....maybe we should clean her up, I know she would flip if she saw how dirty she was” Nat laughed at the thought of you

“You’re right, hey Barnes, you have to walk out” Maria ordered him

“I’m not lea-”

“You have to leave, wait outside for Gods sake, take a shower, she is in good hands and she needs privacy while we clean her up” Nat said

“Fine” Bucky got up from the chair next to you, giving the girls a stinky eye. He quickly went to his room to shower. Although he wouldn’t admit it, the girls were right, he definitely needed a shower.

Once he was done he went over back to the room they had you in, Nat and Maria were quick to clean you up. Your hair was brushed back, it smelled like subtle lavender, your face was clean and makeup free however your long eyelashes still stood out to him, your clothes were changed. Nat was right, you looked like a sleeping beauty, it hurt his heart though to see you this way.

Bucky sat down next to you again, Nat handed him a tray with food.

“I know you haven’t ate so here” she said before walking out the door.

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Throughout the next few days, everyone else came in to check on you while they weren’t on missions. Thor and Tony checked on you the most, Bucky never left your side unless it was to shower. He felt a sigh of relief when he saw Wanda come inside the room.

“How is she?” Wanda asked looking over at you

“She’s been the same since” Bucky replied

“You look tired Bucky” she said to him, he replied with a faint smile.

“So what is it?” Tony asked her as he came inside the room followed by Thor.

“The bullet can kill any one of you except-” Wanda was going to explain

“Except demigods and mutants, they use these to knock them out however it sends you into a deep sleep, not a peaceful one though” Banner interjected, he was now followed by Steve, Nat and Clint who had been on leave with his family

“He’s correct” Wanda smiled at him, “Pietro and I never got hit by one of these thankfully”

“So if it’s not a peaceful sleep, why does she look like it is?” Clint asked, “Sorry, I got here as soon as I could”.

“Well it’s more of a battle within, whatever your worst fears are, your past that haunts you, it’s all alive in your sleep” Wanda said

“Oh god” Tony said, he knew what your past was, a traumatic one, you were reliving it and there was nothing they could do about it

“So how do we bring her back?” Bucky asked

“It’s not a how can we its when will she” Wanda said sadly, “I think I may be able to get into her head though, give her some kind of signal” she added

“Sure, it’s not like you haven’t done it before” Nat teased her

“Can you?” Steve asked, Wanda nodded closing her eyes as she placed her hand on your head gently.

Wanda saw your worst fears; losing Tony, Thor, losing anyone on the team. She saw your past; your dead family, dead friends, everything. She backed out of your head immediately, trying to suppress a cry.

“Honey, it’s okay” Vision soothed her

“She’s going through hell....I have to bring her back” she said, walking over to you again.

This time she was able to contact you, “(Y/N) you have to wake up, this isn’t real” she explained to you in your dream.

“I can’t yet Wanda I have to finish this mission” you replied

“There is no mission, you’re in a dream”

“NO.....Tony is gone and I couldn’t save him” you cried out

“It’s a dream....come back to us” Wanda pleaded

“I will Wanda, when I am done here, I will” you said

Wanda was brought back to reality.

“She’s not ready yet” she said walking out of the room, “she will wake when she is”.

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It had been over a month since you were out, everyday the team had a routine to check on you, Bucky never left.

He was observing you, your eyelashes, he was deep into your face that he didn’t realize you had opened your eyes.

“(Y/N)?!” he yelped

You looked back at him, fluttering your eyes slowly, sensitive to the light. Then you sat up fast looking over to Bucky, your face in panic.

“Where’s Tony?!” you yelled

“He’s with Pepper” Bucky stammered still recovering from you being suddenly awake

“Don’t bullshit me Barnes, is he alive?!” you said

“Yes! Why would I lie about that, I’ll call him” he said quickly getting his phone out to dial Tony

“She’s awake” was all he said before hanging up

He leaned closer to you, squeezing your hand, “Honey” he said to you

You scoffed at the nickname, “Who are you and what have you done to James Buchanan Barnes?” you asked curiously

Bucky laughed, he slipped at the nickname, “I’m sorry (Y/N)”

After five minutes Tony came into the room, you looked up at him, feeling your breathing come back to normal to see that Bucky wasn’t lying to you.

“Tony” you choked out pulling him in for a tight hug. You felt your tears fall down your face, you were happy to be back after the nightmares you were dreaming of.

“I dreamt you were gone and there was nothing I could do and it was so awful” you sobbed into his shoulder. Tony soothed you, rubbing your back softly.

“There there, look you are snotting all over my shirt so obviously I am not dead” he joked causing you to laugh. Bucky had missed that laugh more than anything.

“It was so horrible” you said looking back to him

“I know, Wanda explained to us” he replied, “I’m glad to have you back” he said pulling you in for a hug this time

“You know I mainly missed you wanting to kill this one all the time” he said motioning over to Bucky, “Thor and I were here a lot but this one never left your side” he said giving you a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll let the team know you’re awake, Morgan has been dying to see you but we chose it was best for her not to see you in this state, calm down, I’m in one piece” he said heading out.

You were still crying, so many emotions were all over the place.

“I’m sorry about this” Bucky said

“What? No this isn’t your fault Bucky” you said

Bucky’s breath hitched at you calling him Bucky, you had never called him that.

“I would do it again if I had to” you added, giving him a small smile.

“She’s BACK!” Thor came in yelling with a bouquet of flowers, “I missed you so much, we have so much to catch up on!”

“How long have I been out for?” you asked afraid to know the answer

“Over a month” Thor said

Each Avenger came in to greet you back to reality. Every single one giving you the strongest hug you had ever received from any of them. Somehow they also each seemed to mention that Bucky had always been there beside you, that was odd to you but you thought back to what Tony and Thor had said, it couldn’t be though.

“Auntie (Y/N)!!!” Morgan yelled throwing herself onto you, Pepper and Tony were quick to scold her

“It’s okay.....I’m okay guys, I missed you baby Stark” you chuckled at her excitement giving her a kiss on her head, “are you ready for our monthly date, rumor is we are backed up on two now” you said, Morgan nodded as her smile grew bigger.

Bucky loved how you were always extra gentle with Morgan, he loved seeing you with kids, you were like a magnet to them.

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The nightmares came every other night, even though you were out for a month you didn’t feel rested.

You showed up late to your first meeting, apologizing profusely for doing so, everyone was extremely understanding since the word had spread that you were still recovering.

You were dazing in and out of the briefing, looking over at Thor to your right who would always give you a smile. After the meeting was finally over you asked him, “Hey so baby Stark and I are going to our usual, want to come?” you asked

“I would love to but Jane and I have plans” he said, “but I can cancel them”

“No no don’t do that....you and Jane are back! That’s amazing Thor” you genuinely said, you knew how in love he had been with her.

“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” you heard Steve call you

You nodded at him, “Tell me everything once I’m done” you said to Thor.

“Hey Steve, I’m sorry again about being late I’m-”

“Don’t worry I’m not here to scold you, actually I want to thank you for saving Bucky’s life. That could’ve killed him” he said sadly at the end.

You pulled Steve in for a hug, “I would do it again if I had to Rogers, I would like to think that someone would save my best friend too” you said.

“I gotta go, baby Stark is waiting for me” you smiled

“Usual hangout for you two?” he asked smiling

“Yep, I’ve been away for too long” you walked away to get ready with Morgan

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You were saying goodbye to Tony and Pepper while you and Morgan headed out the compound. You bumped into Bucky, to be honest you noticed he was around more but you never thanked him for being by your side.

“Where are you ladies off to?” Bucky asked with a smile

“We’re going to the aquawium and ice cweam Mr. Barnes” Morgan answered, “would you wike to come with us?” she asked

“I’m sure he has other things to do Morgan” you said politely

Bucky looked over at you and Morgan, then back to Tony and Pepper.

“I’m okay with it” Tony said loud enough for you to hear

You laughed at his comment, “Well Mr. Stark said it was okay...really Bucky you don’t have to” you added

“Actually it would be my pleasure” he replied

“YAY! Auntie (Y/N) and I always have fun” Morgan said

Now the three of you walked towards the car garage, you normally took Pepper’s car since Morgan’s car seat was in it. You buckled her in and were about to get into the drivers side when Bucky stopped you.

“I’ll drive” he said

“I can drive Bucky, I’m not hurt” you replied

“(Y/N), you have a cast on your left arm” he asked pointing at it. To be fair you had indeed forgotten about your broken arm.

“Fineeee Barnes here” you playfully threw the keys at him.

He opened the passenger door for you to get inside the car, as he walked over to the driver’s side Morgan spoke.

“I think he wikes you” she giggled

“Morgan not you too” you laughed

Thankfully she didn’t say anything else once Bucky got inside the car. “So uhmm I don’t even know where we are going” he said a little embarrassed,

“Bless you, well first we’re going to the aquarium and then Dairy Queen” you said

“Off we go” Bucky said putting the car in drive heading towards the aquarium.

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The ride to the aquarium was quiet besides Morgan talking away, she was very much like Tony in that sense, Bucky caught onto that.

“I thought we left Stark back home” he half-heartedly joked

You laughed at that, looking over to him, “We did but we have his mini version back there”

Bucky looked back at you, he looked at you differently, this was the first time either of you had hung out without anyone else on the team being around. Morgan seemed to be enjoying both of your company.

The trip around the aquarium was always fun when it was you and Morgan, having Bucky around only added onto it. He would hold Morgan up to see the fishes closer, you would hold her hand to touch the starfishes, you all walked around like a normal little family.

You were going to take a selfie with Morgan when Bucky offered to take it instead.

“Here stand in front of this glass wall” he advised, Morgan and you complied, you knelt down by her side smiling for the picture.

“I can take a picture for you guys, stand right next to your girls, young man” an older lady said to Bucky. Bucky blushed at the lady, not knowing how to tell her that you guys weren’t together. So he handed her the phone and walked over to you and Morgan, you were trying your best to not laugh.

“You have beautiful women here” she added

“Thank you mam” you replied once she took several pictures of you all.

You took the phone looking at the pictures; you, Morgan and Bucky did in fact look like a cute little family.

After the aquarium you guys headed off to Dairy Queen, Bucky was going to the local one but you let him know that you and Morgan went to a specific one that overlooked the city.

You all ordered your personal favorite ice creams then walked over to a bench that was on the dock. You sat Morgan between you and Bucky, all three of you quietly overlooking the beautiful skyline sunset.

“I had fun today, you should come more often Mr. Barnes” Morgan said

“Thank you, I had fun too, call me Bucky” he said to her.

Once you all were done you headed back to the car, Morgan asked you this time if you can sit in the back with her, you agreed to do so, you often did when you were with Tony and Pepper, she called you her car buddy. Somehow you and Morgan dozed off on the way back to the compound. You were awaken gently by Bucky.

“Hey, we’re home” he said softly

You rubbed your eyes, yawning again, smiling at Bucky.

“Sorry I don’t know what happened” you said unbuckling your seatbelt. You got out from the car to carry a sleeping Morgan out to her room.

“Here I got her, you can lock the car” Bucky said as he placed Morgan into his arms.

You guys walked up to the compound, first to drop off Morgan with Tony and Pepper.

“She’s knocked out, yay” Tony joked as he grabbed his daughter from Bucky.

“The pictures of you three were so sweet and cute” Pepper said, she pulled you over discreetly, “You two would make a cute couple” causing you to blush.

You all said your goodnights, Bucky walked you over to your own room which was a floor below.

“Thank you for this day, that was a lot of fun” he said to you

“Nahhh its all Morgan, she gets it from Tony” you teased

Bucky stopped you in the middle of the hallway, “Look I’m sorry about always being a dick to you. I thought that by doing so my feelings for you would fade away and they sure didn't’” he laughed nervously, “I can’t thank you enough for saving my life, I will forever be in debt to you. After almost losing you, it scared the fuck out of me” he said trying not to cry, “I realized that I could not live without you so I have to ask, will you forgive me for being a jerk and will you go on a date with me? It’s okay Morgan can come along” he joked causing you to laugh.

“Ehhh I wasn’t too nice to you either, you don’t owe me anything Bucky...like I said I would do it again if I had to. As much as I hate Tony and Thor being right, I like you too Bucky. I want to thank you for being by my side even though I wasn’t there to see it, it helped knowing someone else was there for me too. Yes I will like to go on a date with you” you said smiling back to him.

Bucky knew in that moment that his life would get better with you in it, he couldn’t wait to see what the future held for both of you.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes Imagines #Bucky Barnes Imagine #Bucky Barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #MCU IMAGINES #MCU #marvel x reader #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel

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katsukikiss · 4 years ago

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I FUCKIN HATE YOU

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI // EREN X F!READER

Warnings: NSFW 18+, fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol use, noncon touching(ish), hate fucking?, creampie m, idk what else

AN: This is a collab for @bordemm bunny’s rager! It had to fit the theme/vibe of a song and mine was ‘IFHY’ by Tyler the Creator! Give it a listen when you’re about halfway through!

Big thanks to @morelikebaku-no for beta reading this for me!

WC: 5.2K

Masterlist

How did you two get to this point? Why did you hate each other? He would always shove you into walls when you got too close to him and you’d slap him across the arm in retaliation. He would mock how eager you were to please and achieve on missions, and you’d scoff at his selfishness. You threw insults and jabs back and forth whenever you two were near, which wasn’t too often anymore. Although, you weren’t the one who started this all. He used to be so nice, asking you if you needed help, giving you his food, riding your horses side by side. You were both so fond of one another, a bond you had shared since childhood. You thought you might’ve even loved him, but something snapped in Eren one day. You couldn’t understand why he changed so much after that day.

Eren remembered the day perfectly. You both got ready that morning before you set off for what would be a horrible evening. Your squad had a relatively easy mission to complete, but something felt off to you. Eren rested a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that everything would be okay, and that he’d protect you. He always stuck close to you on these missions, fearing that he’d lose you like he lost everyone else.

You set off on horseback together. You were a skilled cadet, well seasoned in using your ODM gear. Eren hated when you’d get cocky and push yourself too far, but thats why he stuck so close, but not this time. Levi sent you and Jean forward in a group of two, despite Erens pleas to be paired up with you. You shot him a reassuring smile before you and Jean pushed forward and to the right. Eren had to stay in the center with Levi and Armin, his eyes trailing off to watch you descend further away from him.

You and Jean easily took out five abnormals, you killing three and him taking out the other two. You were in a state of euphoria, zipping through the trees. Jean admired your strength and confidence, but they all still saw you as someone that needed protecting, and it royally pissed you off. You slung off to the left, Jean quickly losing sight of you.

“Y/N! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!” he howled out to you. He swiftly maneuvered around to try and follow you. Then he heard you scream.

Your blood curdling screams echoed through the forest. ‘T-Thats y/n’ Eren thought to himself.

“EREN WAIT!” Armin loudly pleaded, but Eren was gone, slashing his way through the trees to where your voice came from. Rage was radiating through his body, how could Jean have lost you, let you get hurt. He swore he was going to beat him half to death for letting something happen to you. He moved at an inhuman speed, frantically looking around for where you might be. Then he saw a 15 meter titan, with a tight grasp on you and your neck. Blood was dripping from your nose and lips, you lacked the ability to scream anymore.

Without thinking, Eren transformed. It was dangerous for him to go into his titan form, with you so close and vulnerable, but his body acted on its own will. He lunged at the titan, his mouth clamping hard onto the arm in which you were trapped in. The arm came tumbling to the ground, with you hurdling down with it. Eren was too blinded by rage that he failed to realize you were about to splatter on the ground. He continued to thrash at the titan that once held you. You looked down and your eyes filled with fear. Why wasn't he going to catch you? Suddenly you heard quick sipping noises and you were caught by Jean. He glanced down at you nervously, his breath heaving. He perched up onto a large branch and sat you down against the trunk of the tree.

“Oh my god y/n are you okay?!” he asked in a panicky breath, cupping your face in his calloused hands. You shook as you looked over his shoulder to see Eren still on a rampage, but now he was running towards you two. You lifted a quivering finger to point to him, your throat bruised and unable to form words, and Jean quickly turned his head. A large hand was coming down at you two. Jean scooped you up and slung the two of you away as the branch snapped. Eren let out a shrieking scream that sent shivers down both of your spines. Jean never let up his tight grasp on you as he navigated his way through the forest, trying to get as far away as possible. Eren hadn’t lost control in so long, and now he was trying to kill you.

You got back to the rest of the squad, and Jean explained what had happened. Armin, Mikasa and Levi all went back into the forest to find Eren. He was in a clearing, sticking out of the nape of his now disintegrating titan form, sobbing uncontrollably. They approached him with caution. He hysterically screamed at them, “I'M A MONSTER, I ALMOST KILLED HER!”

You had spent three months in the infirmary, healing from the broken arm and bruised windpipe you had suffered. Everyone came to visit you regularly, except Eren. He never came by to see you, and shuddered when Armin finally recommended that he should.

“I dont want to fucking see her” he muttered under his breath. Armin stopped speaking, not wanting to push his friend over the edge again. You were finally strong enough to go back to your own room, eat in the dining halls, and train. Much to your dismay, Levi wasn’t going to put you back on missions for awhile.

Your first day back in the dining hall, everyone beamed a smile at you.

“Hey y/n! Why dont you come sit over here?” Jean shouted to you. You smiled and looked away, opting for your usual table instead. You made your way to Armin, Mikasa and Eren with your tray. You plopped your tray down and scooted your way over to Eren. His head was low until you sat down. He looked up at you with anger in his eyes.

He was never angry at you, but at himself. He feared being anywhere near you. You almost died at his hands and he could never forgive himself for that. You were so sweet, never once holding a grudge for what happened that day. He hated how forgiving you were, it made it all so much harder. He made a promise to himself that he needed to stay away from you, make you hate him if it meant you’d be safe.

“Long time no see Eren!” you exclaimed. Mikasa and Armin both looked at Eren anxiously. He slammed his fist on the table, standing up and walking away.

“What's his problem?” you asked the other two who were looking at you with doe eyed expressions.

“Not sure, but I think it's best if you keep your distance for a little okay y/n?” Armin said in an apologetic tone. He could see the pain and worry twist its way into your face. ‘What did I do wrong?’ you asked yourself. Tears flooded down your face as you ran out of the dining hall back into your room. You told yourself this wouldn’t last long and things would be back to normal but you were so wrong.

Six months later and now you and Eren thoroughly hated one another. You couldn’t take his insults and cold shoulder anymore so you threw it back at him, making the divide between you two grow larger with every passing day. You let your feelings from before the mission drift away and all you were left with was resentment and anger. You never understood why he turned so cold but you didn’t care to figure it out anymore, he never wanted to be around you and that was it. But little did you know, someone else had really convinced him to stay away from you. He wanted to try and talk to you one day but Mikasa coerced him out of it, telling him that it would make things worse and that he would only end up hurting you again. He believed her and vowed to stay away from you.

It was a crisp Saturday evening. The regiment was going to be drinking and celebrating a successful mission outside together later that night, even Levi and Erwin would be attending. You made your way over to Sasha’s room to talk and get ready. It was nice to finally have a day to let loose and have fun. You and Sasha decided to take some sheers to old shirts and create sexy twist tops; neither of you had attire for a night out like this. You took an old black t-shirt of Erens that he had given to you one night, looking at it you felt a pang in your heart, before you shook it away and began to cut. You twisted it in the middle, giving your breasts little fabric hammocks to rest in. You pulled the straps up and over your shoulder. You shoved yourself into some high waisted jeans before heading out with Sasha.

It was a lively sight. People hugging and laughing, ignoring the horrible world they lived in for a while. Connie waved you and Sasha over to him and Jean who were seated around a high table. You jumped up onto a stool between the two boys and across from your friend. Jean had a pitcher of beer on the table and four glasses for you all. You finished three pitchers all together in the matter of 30 minutes, talking and cracking jokes the whole time.

You looked around and spotted Armin red faced, blabbering off to Commander Erwin, whose face was also flushed red from the alcohol he had consumed. It was a pleasant surprise that made you smile, seeing the two blonde men letting loose for a bit. Then you saw Eren and Mikasa, sitting at a table together getting belligerently drunk. You were never jealous of her, he always told you she was like a sister to him, but then you shook your head. ‘What? Why would I even be jealous anyway…’ you looked away from the pair, cursing at yourself for even feeling that way. ‘He hates you, you hate him’ you reminded yourself.

Your attention was snapped back when Connie placed four shots onto the table. You were no stranger to drinking, you actually really enjoyed it; maybe too much. You all nodded, tapping your shots down on the table, bringing them up, clanging them all together, then slamming them back onto the table before throwing the clear alcohol back into your mouths. Sasha groaned at the foul taste, begging Connie to go get some food with her to wash it out of her mouth. They headed off towards a table of food, leaving you and Jean alone. You looked back over at Eren, but he and Mikasa were both gone. Your mind started racing, but you kept your calm on the outside. You were pretty drunk at this point, vision a bit distorted, but your words still came out presentable. Jean laughed, he watched you sway in your seat before gripping tightly onto the table almost falling.

“You alright pretty girl?” Jean asked in a flirty voice. He was always super kind to you, especially after the accident, but he also learned not to baby you anymore after that. Sure, he was mad you ran off on your own, but he understood why you did that in the moment, you felt like you needed to prove something. You didn’t mind him taking a coy tone with you tonight.

“Oh yeahh don't worry about me” you said, dragging your words a bit in a teasing voice. You winked at him and he blushed. You were typically sarcastic when Jean flirted with you but not now. He was cute, maybe not ideal but you can’t be that picky when you weren’t dealt a great hand in the Scouts. He slid his hand across the table and grabbed onto yours gently. You looked up at him with a wide eyed, innocent look on your face. You looked to the side to see if Eren came back around, but to your frustration he was still nowhere to be found. You looked back at Jean.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were so beautiful y/n” he confesses, his grip on your hand tightening. You probably would have blushed under normal circumstances, but your drunken state left you smirking at him with an insatiable gleam in your eyes.

“So why don’t we…” your voice trailing off, you nodded your head to the side, signaling to Jean that you wanted to ditch the party and be alone. His entire face flushed red and his pupils dilated. He was so eager to finally have you to himself. He stood up briskly as did you. He held onto your hand, walking forward without saying a word to you. You started to feel a bit intimidated by the tall handsome man as he led you away from the crowd and into the dark of the night. But someone was watching you two, never stopped watching.

He pushed you up against the stables and began ravenously kissing at your neck and squeezing at your breast. Being touched deprived and drunk made you moan at his every touch.

“You look fucking incredible in this shirt” he huffed out. His lips came back to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He started to move his hand lower and lower. You started to get nervous, you didn’t want to go this far, you weren’t ready to. You grabbed at his arm and whimpered out, “I-I don’t wanna do that right now, okay?” Jean kept moving his hands down. You weren’t sure if maybe he didn’t hear you or was too drunk or was just flat out ignoring you. Then his hand was forcefully pulled out of your pants as he fell backwards into the ground.

“Get the fuck off of her and get out of here. Now” Eren demanded in a fierce tone. He was standing above Jean, looking down at him. Any haziness you had in your head was washed away when you saw the scene unfold in front of you. Jean scrambled to get to his feet before looking Eren right in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he challenged. Eren was seething with anger. They both burned holes into each other's eyes. You didn’t want to see anyone get hurt because of you, so you spoke up.

“Jean, it's okay, I'm okay, I’ll catch up with you later okay?” you tried to reassure him. He looked at you confused then back at Eren with a grimace before turning away from the two of you.

“Alright whatever” he groaned, disappointed. You looked at the man in front of you for a second, before you lazily lunged at him with a fist. You were so angry and emotional when you saw him leave. Your coordination still wasn’t functioning at its best, he easily dodged and grabbed your wrist.

“What the fuck were you doing back here? Was he trying to..?” he manically questioned before letting go of his grasp on your arm. You were surprised to see how riled up he was over seeing you with Jean. You decided to push your luck.

“Why do you care Eren? And yeah, we were going to fuck until you came and ruined it” you spat at him.

“I heard you y/n, and I saw him ignore you. Don't play tough when I know you aren’t” he hissed back at you.

“What is wrong with you? Why were you watching us, you freak? Weren’t you off fucking Mikasa?” you sneered at him. You were embarrassed that he caught you lying, but even more embarrassed that he watched Jean touch all over you.

“You should be grateful I was here, who knows what we would’ve done” he answered, ignoring your comment about Mikasa. It gave him pleasure knowing you still cared a bit, that maybe you were even jealous.

“Grateful? I have no reason to be thanking you, I can handle myself just fine now leave me alone” you said, shoving your way past him. He grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

“What the fuck Eren. Get off of me…don’t you have another girl to harass?” you scoffed at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he stated in a shadowy tone.

“Don’t play dumb, you and Mikasa left together”

“We didn’t..but why do you care hm?” he asked, slightly smirking. He was lying, but he didn’t want you to know that just yet.

“I don’t give a shit, fuck whoever you want but don’t ruin my sex life too”

“I actually never left the party”

“Yes you did”

“Maybe you didn’t see me, but I was there, watching you,” he confessed.

“Eren what the fuck” you said, afflicted by what he had just said. Over the last year he spent everyday avoiding you, your gaze, your touch, and when you were around he was nothing short of evil to you. But here he was, hands on your wrists, having the longest conversation you two had ever had since the mission. You felt your emotions being pulled in every direction. ‘He still cares. He hates you. He’s an asshole. Does he miss you?’ You couldn’t figure out what to think, but one thing you knew was that you couldn’t forgive him for the way he had treated you.

“I don’t know why you were watching over me, or why you’re even talking to me right now, but I want to leave. I don’t want anything to do with you” you stammered. It wasn’t entirely true. You missed him so much, but that was the old him. You don’t even know who you’re looking at anymore.

“Y/n, I know that isn’t true” he said, inching closer to you. You could smell alcohol on his breath and the scent made you dizzy. You backed up, trying to pull your hands from his grip but it was of no use. Your back was up against the wood of the stables.

“I've missed you so much, you have no idea” he remarked, with a hint of sadness in his voice. You looked up at Eren, finally locking eyes with him. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes in so long. Despite everything, his eyes were the same as you remembered. They looked at you sympathetically, with love and tenderness, the way he used to. However, your fleeting moment of empathy turned quickly back into anger

“How could you?! How could you just cut me out of your life, treat me like a fucking stranger? And you have the audacity to pull this little stunt! ” you screamed at him, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I-Im sorry, I-“ he was cut off by your hand sharply smacking him across the face. He stumbled back and away from you.

“Get the fuck away from me. You don’t get to just walk back into my life, no, fuck that and fuck you” you refuted. Your reply hit him harder than the slap. He couldn’t let you go, never again. The brief compassion he had was gone. He was done trying to be gentle, you had awakened something that had lied dormant for months. He spent so long trying to stay away from you, his thoughts tormenting him, but you were different now. He was going to go easy on you, slowly open up to you to see if you could accept him into your life again, but it seemed he couldn’t take that approach anymore. He slammed you back into the side of the stable, trapping your arms behind your back and gripped your jaw with one large hand.

“I did that all for you. You don’t know how hard it was for me to be mean to you, to stay away from you. But here you are, and I'm not going to hold back anymore” he revealed with a low predatory voice, sending an aching chill to your core. He slipped his free hand under your little makeshift shirt and ferociously clutched at your breast. He aggressively pressed his lips against yours, his heart fluttering as he finally felt your soft pretty lips against his own. A low whine vibrated in your throat. You wanted to be stronger, to push him away from you but your resolve crumbled.

“I don’t want to see you around Jean or any other guy here, do you understand me?” Eren murmured, his throat rasping with the low tone he took.

‘Excuse me, what did he just say?’ You couldn’t just take orders from him, not after all he put you through. You snapped out of the trance he had you under. You looked at him with scalding eyes and spit onto his face. It was risky, but you weren’t thinking straight. Again, you were conflicted between screaming at him or accepting him, hating him or loving him. He looked down at the dirt and slowly dragged his hand across his face, wiping your saliva from his cheek. He creeped his head back up, his vile look tormenting you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Eren? Trying to tell me what to do with my body? Fuck off” you hissed back at him. You tried to move away from him but his hand was encasing your fragile throat.

“I know you miss me baby, I know you want to let me back in, but you have too much pride, you were always too stubborn. Let me show you what you’re missing” he muttered. You wanted him to be wrong but he was so right. You desperately wanted to forgive him and bring everything back to the way it used to be. His free hand unzipped your tight jeans and tugged them down to the ground. His thick digits started to rub against your folds through your pink lace panties. His other hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, leaving little territorial marks all over you. Your lips parted to let out soft mewls. The last few months suddenly flashed before you, bringing anger back to the forefront of your mind.

“I h-hate you!” you screamed. Despite enjoying the way he was making you feel, you still had so much to let out.

“Don’t say that” he growled. His hands were under the fabric of your panties now, two fingers pumping in and out of you. His thumb reached around to swirl erotic circles on your sensitive nub.

“I mean it” you softly moaned out.

“No babygirl, you don’t. You can’t lie to me” He cooed into your ear. His fingers pace inside you abruptly quickened causing you to let out a pleasurable cry. Something about this new Eren was making your mind go crazy, he had an intense hunger for you and a depraved way of fulfilling it.

“Come back to me y/n, let's start over” he groaned into your ear, and you had a feeling he wasn’t suggesting that, but rather demanding. He tried to reach for your hand.

He desperately wanted you to touch him. You held your arms behind your back the entire time, by choice. You didn’t want to make him feel good, you didn’t want to feel his body, his face, his hair, or you knew you’d completely come undone.

“N-no Eren” you stammered. You were pushing his buttons, seeing how far you could go, how much he could take. He was starting to get angrier, revealing his deep sinful nature. He flicked his two fingers up, hitting your spongy spot every time they prodded back into you. His talented digits made your chest rise and fall quickly, letting short strained breaths and cries out.

“Wrong answer. You don’t get a choice. You will be mine” he demanded. Just as these words left his mouth your walls began to involuntarily clench around his fingers, your juices releasing all over them. You scraped your nails into the wood behind you, desperately trying to offer yourself some comfort. His possessive words should be scaring you, making you uncomfortable, but they only make you long for him more. Something about his controlling nature was truly intoxicating.

“I knew it, you do miss me, don’t you babygirl? I knew I should’ve done this earlier” he insinuated, a shameless smile creeping up on his face. He pulled his fingers out of your sobbing hole and brought them up to his mouth. He lolled his tongue out and slowly dragged his fingers down, savoring your sweet taste. You watched him in the lewd act, but thought about his words for a moment. ‘I knew I should’ve done this earlier’ you want to ask him what he meant but before you could speak his mouth was on yours, lips meeting once again. He gave you a wet kiss before pulling away to look at you. He pet your face and swept your wet strands of hair off your sweating forehead. Even all hot and messy, you still looked so adorable to him.

“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore. Put your arms around me” he begged. You gave the slightest nod of disapproval, pissing him off again.

“When I try to ask nicely you refuse. What is it with you?” he scowled at you. He yanked your arms from behind your back, making you yelp. He put them on his shoulders and pressed his body flush to yours. You stopped trying to fight his advances, wrapping one hand behind his neck and the other snaked through his hair.

His clothed bulge was firmly pressed against your exposed cunt. You began to buck your hips forward into him, forcing a low moan to escape his lips. He placed his hands on your thighs and hoisted them up and around his waist. You continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths with your tongues. You twirled yours around his, as if they were always meant to dance with one another.

He picked up your pants and carried you a few over to a shed. He kicked the door open, removed a hand from your ass to pull a light on. You looked and saw an old steel table with miscellaneous tools and blueprints all over it. Eren used a hand to shove everything to the side and sat you down. He stood between your legs, your neck angled painfully high to kiss the man towering above you. His hands moved down to his crotch as he meticulously unbuttoned his slacks. His throbbing member sprung from his boxers as he lowered them down his legs. Your mind was racing as you thought about what was actually happening. He pressed his cock against your needy hot cunt, sweeping through your puffy lips with it. All inhibition left your body from the touch. You pulled him close to you, the heat radiating between your legs.

“Fuck me Eren, please” you begged him. Your words made his blood hot.

“About time” he groaned. He aligned his cock with your tight entrance. He firmly grabbed your ass cheeks as he slowly advanced himself into your sobbing cunt. Your walls clung onto his swollen tip. He bucked his hips before completing bottoming out inside of you, gently grazing your cervix. His thrusts turned into brutal ramming, the entire table shaking with ever hard pound into you. Your lower stomach was bulging with every assault, your head hanging back from the feeling.

“Do you still hate me now?” he spat at you. His eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. You couldn’t think straight, the pleasure of his cock hitting you in all the right places scrambled your brain.

“N-No no Eren fu-uck just fuck me, faster please!” you squealed out. He was already savagely slamming into you, but he answered your calls and quickened his pace. He grabbed you by the neck, forcing your head forward to look into his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine” he whined into your ear. His eyes looked primal, as if he would devour you if you didn’t answer him correctly. You could tell he was close, his thrusts were getting sloppier and all he could do was let out husky breaths and little moans.

“Ah fuck I’m all yours Eren!” you cried out.

“ONLY mine”

“Y-yess ONLY yours”

Your legs wrapped around him as your orgasm shocked your entire body. You gripped his dark locks and looked up to see Eren’s eyes looking at yours, admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure. His knees buckled as his cock twitched inside you, releasing his warm thick cum all over your walls. He slowly dragged himself out of you, huffing heavy breaths out. Your legs fell down to dangle off the side of the table again. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours. You both laid there, chests heaving in unison. You abruptly pulled away, startling him, and you looked up.

“Why d-did you leave me Eren?” you asked, tears welling up in your solemn eyes. He looked to the side, saddened by the question, and trying to find the right words.

“Because, I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d be better off away from me after the mission and I-“

“Why would I be better off that way? You hurt me even more by doing that…”

“I nearly killed you y/n! I almost lost you, and everyone made me feel like I would be a danger to you” he whispered. Anguish and hurt flooded his voice when he spoke to you. The once domineering man was crumbling as he gave his confession to you.

“Why did you wait so long? Why now?” you said, pulling aggressively on his shirt. You recalled him saying he wanted ‘to do this sooner’ but never got to ask about it. He rubbed the back of his neck before looking down at you.

“I…well…Mikasa told me to stay away from you too…and I did leave the party before with her..but only for a little and that’s when I realized her intentions…but I came right back to find you and talk to you after that” he said, searching your face for a hint of how you were feeling. Your expression was blank, eyes were now dried and void of emotion. You jumped off the table and started putting your pants on. Eren started to grow worried as you neared the door.

“Y/n? Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Mikasa”

#bunnys rager #eren x you #eren smut #attack on titan eren #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #jean kirschstein #eren jaeger

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chaotic-nick · 3 years ago

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Note: The story jumps back between the canon and modern au. Levi and Reader bicker. Reader is insensitive with certain deaths in the beginning. It's mentioned that Reader and Miche are married. Oh wait, basically reader and Levi are best friends in this story. Also it's the 18th for me, so enjoy!

Foreign words added and meanings:

'Chaiwala' : a person who prepares Chai or small roadside stands.

'Paratha': Flatbread native to the Indian subcontinent.

Word count: 3.1k

warnings: death, mentions of Levi's toxic relationship

Event & Organiser: @levi-supreme for 'Happy Birthday Levi Event'

In both lives— and when he’ll be asked by their friends, who she had hoped they’d find in this age of screens, Levi would confidently tell that he’s hated (Y/n) when they first met in both lives.

The type that would make him seethe with anger at the mere sight of her.

One where his blood boiled too many times.

He remembers the ‘first’ first meeting clearly. Ready to tell them about it in great detail for he wasn’t given the chance to tell them anything about his life, everyone was occupied with their own lives and fighting titans. “I’m the former section commander for the garrison,” she joined a week after his first expedition. When the deaths of Farlan and Isabel was as vibrant as the rose on her breast pocket. Standing in the middle of the room with all the eyes on her, he was by Erwin’s side. And was commanded to do so since he was still an illegal ‘rat’ from the underground.

Levi was mourning the death of the only life he’s known, and angry at the fact that everyone on the walls seemed to be the same as people underground. They all went on with their lives, paying no regard to the death of anyone. Unlucky for (Y/n), who smiled— almost as though it was how her face relaxed— she became his outlet for that anger.

“As an act of goodwill, Commander Pyxis has transferred me here upon hearing Section Commander Flagel’s demise.”

Ah.

The asshole with a god complex, one to be blamed for the death of his squad. His friends. Even before his brain could comprehend the words that followed after her introduction, his fists clenched.

“Happy to be of service to the scouts, or as we called you in the garrison, the wanderers.” Another salute reminded him that he was just like the rest of them.

“Miche,” Oh that part as well. Back when he didn’t know of their relationship. She was annoying, looking at that three-metre whenever he was in the same area as them. If they were tending to the stables, her work would go in, obviously distracted. Sometimes she’d call his name, followed by a wave when he looked their way.

He hated that. Felt sorry for the military when that’s all that they could do.

“What’s it with you?” Levi finally confronted when she bumped into his back with empty buckets meant for the horses. “It’s annoying.”

“I know I am—”

“You look like an annoying bitch in heat staring at that three-metre like that.”

“Oh,” he was perplexed. Why was she clueless. Shouldn’t she be insulted? He picked up one of the buckets that rolled to the side.

“Might wanna keep your mouth shut when you stare at him. You look like a bitch in heat.”

“I’m his wife, Levi.”

“Fuck off,” wow. A delusional soldier, too.

“Section Commander Zacharias and I have been married for about two years now,” she spoke, following him.

“So, why the garrisons then?”

“Didn’t want to end up like— oh you’ve never met Nile. All of us came from the same batch, Nile changed after he was assigned in the inner walls, Miche and Erwin wanted to see the world. I wanted to, but not at the expense of my life, that’s why the Garrisons.”

“What you studied titans like Hanji, too?”

“Mhm, except I wanted to know if we could eat them.” Insane. All of them were. “It was never in the plan to fall in love. I was placed here even before I had an answer.”

He would’ve shrugged her off like how he’s dealt with everyone trying to make small talk with him. But she just had to say, “Thankfully Flagel left that spot, a little sacrifice from his squad, but at least I’ve made my transfer now.” All he saw were horses as he turned to her, the buckets he had dropped clanged with the others, and his hand holding her collar. Her face pulled down to him, showing her the glare he’s wanted to give her since her arrival

Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, “Two of them were my friends— it was their first time outside the walls,”

Slowly the fear that struck her when Levi grabbed her slowly changed to realisation. “T-two?” There were no more words said after that, (Y/n) reached for his hand to gently take it off her collar. Her share of work in the stables was done in silence.

Of course, he hated how the same his hatred doubled was the same when he gained the sense to respect her. Deeming her that ‘she wasn’t as mindless as the others when he stopped where she and the three-metre were arguing.

“Tell me the truth, (Y/n),” Miche demanded, holding her shoulders in place against a locked door. “It wasn’t a transfer. I know that.”

”The deaths need to stop, Miche!”

“You’re a spy for the garrison then, is that it?”

“I’m sorry,” she hung her head low. “ But who in their right mind would send three inexperienced scouts— no, they haven’t trained enough to be even called that.”

That was the day he vowed to stay by her side, even if she wasn’t on the same pedestal as the section commanders, he’d rather be by her side.

“Levi?”

“I’ll take that, you do what you need to do.”

In their second lives in a world still infested with titans behind different forms, they were both uni students. Passing by each other in the halls. Sharing classes here and there. They never talked until their fourth year when she was sitting in front of him, He doesn’t remember if he hated her because she called him out in judging everyone’s skills with narrowed eyes, or because she was overly friendly in saying his name the day their exam requirement was announced. “I’m taking Levi Ackerman. As my pair.”

“Noted, miss (L/n). You two may leave,” she was feral like in packing her things as if time was going to catch up and murder her, her things nearly rolling out her hands. Levi didn’t move, watching her with arms crossed. Until she looked at him in question.

“Right,” he put up a wall of an unmovable expression as if telling her that he doesn’t want to be associated with someone as involved in extracurriculars as her. Moving his things slowly just to annoy her, though every time he looked up she looked like a puppy. Excited. But patient.

What was more annoying was that she’d rather go to the Chaiwala standing parked outside campus than the library. No. He should be annoyed at himself that he followed her. Was any form of reverse psychology done from when she packed her bags to when she handed him a small cup of steaming chai?

“Why me?” He asked, reluctantly sipping the tea in fear that she’s out something while (Y/n) extended her hand out for a refill.

“You looked lost.” Her eyes closed in delight. Followed by an order for a cheese paratha. “So, I figured you needed a . . . pair? Drink that, proven to help with your mood.”

“I have my friends who I can do the exam with.”

“Mhm,” she spoke into the cup, ignoring him, “friends, call them what you want.”

“Also, you looked familiar.”

“So you’re a fangirl then? Could’ve just asked for an autograph then. What you’re gonna ask me to pay for that and call it a dat—”

“For a C-list, micro . . . niche internet celebrity, you act beyond what you actually do.” He was out in a place with the sudden change in her tone. Humiliated, Levi resorted to looking away to drink a warmed chai. “I’ll reach you via text, don’t worry. Half’s done. But if you do get that stick out your asshole, you’re very welcome to join me at the library.”

He didn’t know if it was from the two of them always working together in the library and an exchange of stories by the chai cart— he learnt the existence of a paratha, too. Eating it with her as they talked of relationships. “I mean, like, do you see yourself marrying your college partner? Wait, I’ve never seen you with anyone. Don’t like the girls here?”

“I don’t swing that way.”

A silence for when she processed this new info about him. “So, you don’t like the guys here?”

“Yeah.”

But as days progressed and the weird feeling of them being asked as if they were a couple, his mind pulled a series of nightmares. Deaths. Screams. Somewhere among there was her voice telling that a secret was going with her to the grave. Just as her face would become clear, he woke up.

“I’m so, so sorry (Y/n),” he barged in her home a month after they graduated. Knocking boxes upon his entrance as he walked to her with eyes as wide as hers. “I— why didn’t you say anything? I was mean to you. I . . .”

“Because being with you was enough?” He was reminded of the days they spent together with the longer he took in that smile. Still, the same even when her face was free from stress. From the weight of the world. “So, what triggered your memories?”

Unable to answer, his throat dried after a wail of her name. Pulling her close to him, afraid that he’d see her die again. “Yay!” She whispered in his ear. “The unbreakable pair is back again.”

“We should go eat cake!” He wondered about plenty of things. The loudest thought was why she wasn’t crying. Wiping tears at her eyes.“I don’t remember what I bought you when we were assigned at Sina,”

“I think,” was her the first that she found? That was a question for later. He wanted to savour this moment that was theirs, “blueberry.”

“Really? Woah, we had blueberries back then?”

Retake of Wall Maria

“Let me lead the march, Erwin. If you die, the scouts die with you,” the cold winds was something they celebrated. Food would stay longer. And it presented the opportunity of wearing their warmer uniforms. Though not anymore. The cold air in Shiganshina smelled of drying blood and smoke from the spears.

That was it. It was the scent that had her saying such bullshit. Levi turned to her, pulling at her cape. Instead, she focused on Erwin.

“Look at your state! Had Miche been here . . .”

“Slow down, you’re nowhere better than him.” He let the cloth fall at her side. “Besides, you die, your friends in the garrison will come at us. Pyxis forces himself to live longer because the only candidate for Commander is you.”

“That’s . . . good to hear,” she forced a smile. One that looked pathetic. “But please, let me die instead. I have no purpose without him anymore. Please, Levi.”

As cruel as it was, not wanting to grant that wish was a selfish want from Levi. If she dies, he’d lose the only person he can be his truest self. A glimmer of hope was presented to him when the new recruit, the only survivor in the death march Floch came up to the roofs. Her hair was wet with her own blood. Still bleeding on his uniform.

“— don’t,” she wheezed seeing the injection raised to her vision. Patting at her pocket to tell them that she has her own.

Morphine. To kill the pain. And with half-lidded eyes that pleaded. “take me to where he died, that’s ‘nough”

It was selfish of Levi to deny that request. He removed both their gears, tying her torso to slow the bleeding. “Eren!”

“Captain?”

He threw the serum their way, mounting (Y/n) on his back.“Save your friend.”

“Here is alright,” she slurred, a familiar smell of nearing death crushed his heart. When she saw how lifeless she looked, gone was his selfish want to let her live. “Thank you, Levi.”

Another acceptance and a part of his heart was going to die with her when her eyes closed. But for now, he sat by her, back facing hers. The orange skies was a reminder from they first met. “I’m not dead yet,” she managed to move her feet to get his attention.

Like every death he’s witnessed in the underground, slow and in agony, she began taking hollowed breaths. Each one that came out took the light away from her eyes.

“Thank you, Levi.”

“You can cry,” she spoke again, weakly raising her hand to make him face her. “it’ll be— No one’s gonna know.” Her head moved to the side, falling into Levi’s hand. A genuine smile for once. “I’ll . . . take it to my grave.”

Seeing her smile felt like the old (Y/n) was back, telling him to let his tears fall as he embraced her. “Rest with him in peace.” Her last three breaths were short, though it felt long.

And the hand that was on his forearm finally felt after a whisper of “Miche.” He let his throat grow hoarse with the sobs that took over him. Loud calls of her name as if it’ll bring her soul back.

She’ll be in paradise with her soulmate, and him being left in this hell.

To (Y/n) she believed that it was her turn.

After what Levi’s done for her, all his efforts in keeping her alive after Miche died in their old lives, she truly believed that the purpose they met at the same university was because it was her mission to be by his side. Even if he was an asshole at first.

So, when they were . . . slaves to a capitalist economy with the sole purpose to earn and healing their soul with materialistic wants, her guard went up. Unable to speak. Mind torn with wanting to tell a happy Levi that the person he held so close was the one responsible for her and Miche’s death.

There was that duty of protecting him from the pain she can already see. And the part where she’s supposed to let his memories come on their own. “Zeke is a dream,” lasted only for three months, turning into bitter words of Levi complaining over texts and voice notes. ‘Zeke this.’ ‘Zeke that.’ all said in the most distressed tones.

Weekend hangouts at her house stopped when the Levi she knew was replaced with a hopeless romantic who bent and pushed his limits to please Zeke. Far different from the Levi she met. Still, she never said anything even when her mind wanted to.

On the only day, he came over after a series of Levi complaining about Zeke becoming cold when he moved in, she was in the kitchen slicing the ingredients. “If push comes to shove, I’ll dice him up into flavour cubes.”

“Says the one who was killed by a rock,” her mouth hung open almost telling him that it was his finance’s doing.

Instead, she asked. “What made you so sure you wanted to marry him? You know it’s only . . . eight months?”

“Actually,” and then comes the truth. One that angered her, though Levi still pleaded with her not to do anything. They could still fix it. “His parents, they don’t know about Zeke and me.”

A dark veil was pulled over the days that came for Levi. He assured (Y/n) that they were working on it, that she didn’t need to worry. On his Instagram, he still presented a life of leisure, showing off his engagement ring in reluctant pictures with Zeke.

Her patience was hanging on by a thread by the time Levi called her on a summer night, just as she was relaxing with her milktea. An anime series ready to be finished in the same night. “(Y/n), please,” he pleaded instead of a whispered hello. “I need to get out of here.”

Drink forgotten, and all the electronics shut abrupt in her house, (Y/n) jumped in her car in her house slippers. Shirt longer than her shorts. Only Levi was on her mind as she raced into the highway leading to the compound the house was in.

When she got to the front of the house, her body pushed the car door open. Nearly stumbling into the pavement. “LEVI!” Her yell of his name echoed in the neighbourhood of expensive houses. Their neighbours probably wondering why Levi had his things out in a bag that she threw in her car.

The sight of Levi looking like he had lost hope angered her enough to march up to the stairs. “Don’t, (Y/n), please.” Pleaded Levi, trying to convince her to return to the car. “Please, I want to get out of here.”

As she drove in silence, Levi feared for an interrogation, his own heart deafening him.

“What happened?” A question he was sure would break him to a state of silence. But as she stopped at the fourth red light, she didn’t speak.

“I remember,” he spoke just as she turned to go to the driveway.

“Huh.” She pointed at the menu. “What do you want, Levi?”

This bitch. One minute she was ready to turn him into ‘flavour cubes’, and now she’s asking what he wants. “Large fries.”

“That’s it? Really?”

“Yeah,”

“Not even something to drink?”

“No thanks.”

“Fine, stay being a dehydrated bitch, I guess.”

“Orange juice.”

“Got it.” She leaned back, waiting for the three other cars to place their orders before they got to the ordering window. “You’re probably thinking where the hell they all are, huh?” She asked, drumming her fingers on her steering wheel.

“You know?”

“Experienced it.”

“I know I’m looking for them, but—”

“— you can’t put a face to their names?” An awkward pat to his shoulder. “We’ll get to that point, but now. I’m too hungry to think. Shit, when I really see Zeke’s face—” she straightened her back when the employee’s voice came through.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

From where he sat, his broken heart swelled with appreciation watching her move about. When they all meet, his first story would be how they all met. He doesn’t have the emotional power to thank her just yet. But he’ll do anything to repay her.

For an unexpected friendship that she gave him and for—

“— Yeah do you have discounts for when your bestie’s heartbroken and all? He just got dumped in the worst way possible.”

“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

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