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ruvviks · 24 days ago

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– Beginnings.

Characters >> Lily Castellanos, Nathan Dixon (oc), Sebastian Castellanos Total >> 3.5k words Warnings >> Alcohol mention Context >> The first chapter of my own TEW3, taking place some months after the conclusion of the in-game events of TEW2! You can read more about it all here!

It snowed in Krimson City.

The sky had been the same dull gray color since sunrise, snowflakes slowly cascading down and covering the street in a thick blanket of snow. A heavy fog held the city tightly in its grasp– an eerie atmosphere hanging in the thin afternoon air and low-hanging clouds swallowing entire buildings whole– and with only limited visibility on the road, traffic was forced to crawl by in slow motion.

While not an unseen phenomenon, it was far from a common sight for early January, only days after Nathan’s birthday. He had spent that day snowed in in his little apartment, had celebrated it alone; not as if it mattered much, he doubted Kid even knew and besides his ex-colleague from MOBIUS he severely lacked other friends to hang out with those days.

He stood motionless at the fence of the small playground located in Krimson City’s public park, gloved hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his long, black coat with the collar popped up to shield the lower half of his face from the occasional sharp gust of wind. He had not moved in a while, shoulders and tousled black hair covered in a thin layer of fine white powder, frost nipping away at the tip of his nose as his eyes followed a group of kids excitedly running around.

It did not take a genius to notice Lily was significantly older than the others there, but none of the kids seemed to mind. It came as no surprise to Nathan to see her there– she had not once lost her playfulness even after everything MOBIUS had put her through, and without a proper outlet for it in all her years trapped in the shadow organization it only made sense for her to want to have a chance at spending the remainder of her childhood like she had always been supposed to.

He watched in silence as she scooped up some snow in her pink and orange mittens, wincing when one of the other kids threw a snowball directly at her face; she was smiling, though, and quickly pressed the snow together to then hurl it back, the surprisingly well-aimed attempt hitting someone else on the back of their coat.

‘You’re startin’ to freak out the other parents, standing there like that.’

The corners of Nathan’s mouth lightly curled up upon hearing the familiar, low voice, not needing to turn his head to know who joined him on the other side of the fence.

‘Was starting to wonder how long it’d take for you to notice me,’ he said, his own voice a little rougher than usual on account of the cold, and his severe lack of proper rest in the past few weeks. ‘Was gonna give you another five minutes before I’d walk over to introduce myself. You’re getting slow.’

‘I’m getting comfortable,’ Sebastian Castellanos corrected him with a scoff, returning Lily’s little wave as she ran by the both of them– Nathan merely greeted her with a single nod of his head– before quickly shoving his hand back in the pocket of his green jacket.

‘No need to keep my eyes up anymore, Nate. Threat’s gone, MOBIUS’ gone. Life’s improving day by day.’

‘Good.’

Nathan wished he shared Sebastian’s sentiment.

If anything, life had turned rather sour for him after they had successfully gotten rid of a large chunk of MOBIUS several months ago. He had never expected to walk away from it alive to begin with– and now, without the steady income the organization had provided him with for years, he found himself struggling to get by.

He glanced to his right, gaze briefly meeting that of the ex-detective before he quickly averted his eyes and let them wander back to the playground, trailing over the various snow-covered playground sets.

Sebastian looked good, healthy– much better than the state he’d been in when Nathan had last seen him all those months ago. Part of him regretted not reaching out sooner, the sudden reconnection now an obvious sign that something was wrong; though the wiser part of him knew that had he stuck around the Castellanos family they would not have been able to move on and heal, which was the last thing he would have wanted to be responsible for.

‘What about you?’ Sebastian quietly asked, as if he’d been able to sense Nathan’s melancholy. ‘You look like you haven’t slept in days.’

Nathan scoffed, slightly tilting his head to look at his feet and he absently kicked some snow off his boots. ‘That obvious? Sure feels like it.’

He had teamed up with Juli Kidman to deal with the remainder of MOBIUS, after the Union incident. Of course the destruction of the STEM environment hadn’t led to the fall of the whole organization– it would’ve been stupid of them to link all of their employees directly to the mainframe of a single STEM device, despite the Superiors’ obvious lack of knowledge concerning the technology– and while MOBIUS had suffered massive losses, it would only be a matter of time before they would regroup.

But he was not there to talk to Sebastian about how their hunt was going.

Something else had come up.

Nathan’s silence did not go unnoticed and Sebastian turned toward him, leaning sideways against the fence with a concerned look in his eyes. He did not need to say anything– and neither did Nathan, as he slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets and removed one of his black, leather gloves.

The pale top of his left hand had a burned appearance, as if fire had scorched away skin and flesh– the wound only partially healed leaving it broken and torn clinging closely to his veins and bones. Though despite how recent he had received the scar, its appearance instead implied years long possession, and despite its severity it did not hurt at all.

He could tell by the look on Sebastian’s face the scar reminded him of someone.

‘Now, I know what you’re gonna say–’ Nathan started, but Sebastian cut him off.

‘I can’t do this, Nathan. I have a daughter–’

‘–I know.’

His voice came out a lot sharper than he had meant for.

‘I’m not asking anything of you,’ he said, his heartbeat pounding in the back of his throat.

‘Not this time.’

It had started as police radio chatter.

Late in the afternoon, Nathan had already been getting ready to go home. Kid had picked up a mention of Beacon– its doors long closed for the public yet the building remained in the heart of Krimson City, left to rot and wither away– supposed ghostly activity reported within its decaying walls, and she had wanted to investigate.

Nathan sharply exhaled and put his glove back on, exposed fingers growing numb in the freezing winter air. He leaned forward with his arms on the fence, to move a little closer to Sebastian; as if he was afraid someone would overhear them, as if they could make sense out of any of it to begin with.

‘He’s back, Sebastian,’ he defeatedly stated, and the other man lowered his gaze. ‘I saw him. He did this to me.’

‘Impossible.’

‘Wish it was.’

Despite hearing many tales, and having worked on his project for years as developer within the MOBIUS branch he had been part of, Nathan had never seen or met Ruvik face to face. The brilliant mind behind the STEM technology had always remained in the shadows; up until his death, after which his brain had become the core of MOBIUS’ very first STEM device.

Naturally so, when Nathan had run into the man while wandering the abandoned hallways of Beacon, his first assumption had been that he was asleep– followed by a brief moment of panic in which he had believed he was dead, or somehow back in STEM.

But Ruvik had touched him– had forcefully grabbed his hand to make him drop his gun and had left a burn similar to his own scars– and had then vanished the second Kidman had yelled out Nathan’s name, the old and presumed broken STEM device in the room next door whirring and humming as if it had never been deactivated in the first place.

‘I’m here to warn you,’ Nathan softly continued, eyes fixed on a random spot in the bright snow covering the playground and thumb absently running over the gloved back of his scarred hand.

‘We don’t know yet what exactly he’s here for, what exactly he’s tryin’ to do. Investigating as we speak, but– shit’s looking serious. Somehow reverse engineered the STEM signal to reach outward, expand into reality. Push itself out rather than draw people in.’

‘Meaning?’

‘Similar to the wireless connection that pulled you into STEM the first time round, but– without being pulled in.’ Nathan had to bite his tongue to stop himself from getting too technical. ‘An– An active environment in our world, if you follow, rather than on the device’s mainframe. Signal seems to be inactive still, but we’re gettin’ the readings. No idea how he’s planning to activate it yet.’

They had moved the device to their own headquarters, on the outskirts of town. Had needed to connect it to the second prototype– the device that had supported the Union environment, which they had taken from MOBIUS’ headquarters after wiping out its agents– in order to gain access to the mainframe, get any data extracted from it in the first place.

Their initial hope had been that it was nothing more than echoes– malfunctions in the STEM device caused by neglect promptly activating the wireless signal allowing shades from within to wander the Beacon hallways– anything but Ruvik’s actual return, however that was even possible–

‘Daddy!’

Nathan blinked, drawn out of his thoughts by Lily’s voice. He watched her run over to the two of them– the front of her coat, face, and hair completely covered in snow and a bright smile on her face as she attempted to wipe some of it from her forehead, but if anything her mittens just further spread it out.

‘I’m getting cold,’ she said, squinting when Sebastian reached out to help her with the snow. ‘Can we go back home soon?’

‘Of course honey,’ he replied, barely able to mask the exhaustion in his voice now that Nathan had explained the situation to him– and for a brief moment it was as if they were back in Union, radioing back to Kidman from the momentary safety of one of their established safehouses. ‘Don’t want you catching a cold.’

Lily looked up at Nathan and smiled at him– but she was a smart kid, and he watched her expression change as she looked back up at her father, head slightly tilting before she shook it to get some strands of her ink black hair out of her face, the single white strand in her bangs– matching Nathan’s own– a grim and constant reminder of her mother’s fate.

‘Is everything alright?’ she asked, and Nathan couldn’t help but wonder if she still associated him with MOBIUS, if she still associated him with the tests and experiments they put her through and if she still associated him with the STEM device, meeting one another within in some facility in the Marrow where he was forced to watch over her like a vulture at all times, all to keep the system stable.

‘Nothing to worry about,’ he simply answered her, unsure if she would fall for his lie, but knowing it would give her infinitely more comfort than the truth ever could. ‘Just came to say hi.’

The breeze picked up, howling loudly in Nathan’s ears as if the whole city softly cried for him; the cold boring its way through his clothes and eating away at his skin, exposed or not, freezing him all the way down to the bone. He lowered his head– a futile attempt at shielding his face from the biting wind and snow, individual snowflakes cutting like knives across his forehead and cheekbones.

He watched Lily smile at both him and Sebastian again before running off to get back to the snowball fight for just a bit longer, diving behind the slide to get cover. His gaze was pulled back toward Sebastian– but said man appeared deep in thought, eyes pointedly fixed on something in the distance, head anywhere but in the present.

‘I gotta go back in,’ Nathan quietly continued; an unnecessary statement, the gravity of the situation like static in the air between the two of them, though to put it into words was to accept the harsh reality of it all– acknowledgement of what had to happen, what was going to happen, something he had not been able to do before.

‘It’s nothing like Union,’ Sebastian bluntly replied with a shake of his head, turning his back to the playground and resting heavily with his elbows on the fence. ‘He’s nothing like Stefano– nothing like Theodore. He doesn’t need a weapon or a core to draw his powers from, you get too close and it’s over. You understand?’

Nathan didn’t know what else to say.

He had never thought he’d have to go back into STEM after Union. He’d be alone this time round– no Sebastian by his side, no Kidman to radio back to. They had reconnected some old friends– Joseph, Yukiko, Esmeralda– but had no idea whether or not their consciousnesses would still be somewhere within STEM, and for all Nathan knew he would be diving into a world entirely of Ruvik’s creation, with the same horrifying creatures haunting it as last time, if not worse.

Of course he was terrified. All it took was one encounter with Anima and he would never see the light of day ever again.

‘You should go,’ Nathan said, pushing himself up from the fence and stuffing his hands back in the pockets of his coat, ‘get out of town while you still can. Grab a bag or two, grab Lily, take her on a– on a road trip up north or something, while we figure this out. Just in case he–’

He couldn’t finish his sentence. The thought of Ruvik succeeding and trapping the world in a constant state of STEM was something he would rather not think about.

‘–you know.’

An uncomfortable silence followed. And rightfully so– what else was there to say? The whole situation was ridiculous to begin with, and for Nathan to show up only now instead of at any other point in time, months of radio silence after nearly dying together in a simulation of reality lingering between real life and a dream–

He carefully watched as Sebastian shifted his weight from one foot to the other, able to study his face for longer now that the other man refused to make eye contact with him. He truly did look a lot better; Nathan could only assume the man had stopped drinking, and had been getting a much better night’s sleep.

Though despite the improvement in his appearance there was still that lingering sense of dread, the dark shadow that had washed over his face the second he had laid eyes on Nathan’s scarring and had realized what he had come to him for.

Nathan couldn’t blame him. But he’d had to let Sebastian know.

He licked his lips and nodded to no one in particular, ending the conversation himself by taking a small step back and turning back around to return to his car, drive home, drink himself blind and pass out to hopefully get some sleep in before he would have to dive back into his worst nightmare–

‘Hey.’

Sebastian’s hand on his upper arm was unexpected and Nathan hated how he could not stop himself from flinching, a reflex more than anything else, and he hated how it made Sebastian pull his hand away as if he’d touched fire, the tips of his fingers on Nathan’s body despite the layers he wore the first physical contact he had experienced in months.

‘Who is “we”?’ Sebastian quietly asked, briefly glancing behind him to see if Lily was still far enough away. A surprising question; though not out of character for the ex-detective, his curiosity piqued just enough for him to try and get a little more information out of Nathan before they would say goodbye and possibly never see each other again.

‘Me,’ Nathan plainly answered, ‘Juli. Used to be just us two but we gathered a team of old STEM developers to help us with this. They got moved on to other projects while we were working on Union– they removed their chips, came back for us.’

‘So all MOBIUS.’

Not even a question, simply a statement.

Nathan bit the inside of his cheek. ‘Ex MOBIUS.’

The atmosphere changed, a sharp tension bouncing between the two of them as Nathan straightened his back and lightly tilted up his chin. He couldn’t exactly place the look on the other man’s face, though by then knew him well enough to know his hesitation wasn’t caused by uncertainty, but moreso distrust.

‘Thought the program was meant to kill them all,’ Sebastian said, a somewhat hostile undertone in his voice that had not been there before.

‘Just our branch.’ Nathan paused, watching as Sebastian slowly nodded and mouthed a soundless “right”– not entirely sure what his reaction was supposed to mean, but he decided not to ask. ‘Already told you it runs a lot deeper than you thought.’

Myra's sacrifice had put an end to the Administrator's reign of terror– had destroyed his legacy, and all research and findings on the STEM system as designed by Ruvik and improved by MOBIUS. Whichever branches remained did not nearly have enough resources or knowledge to pull off something even remotely similar; and whatever scraps of code they could have gotten their hands on before Kidman and Nathan had wiped their systems clean would prove insufficient to provide them with a stable environment.

And even if they would make it that far– provided they’d be able to recreate the STEM device from written instructions alone, Ruvik's original blueprints lost to time and MOBIUS' own burned to a crisp in the aftermath of the Union incident's conclusion– the mental erosion Union's residents had suffered from and the Anima manifestations that had happened as a result had never been resolved, leaving any future STEM residents with the all but comforting promise of a similar fate.

'I'm diving in tomorrow,' Nathan said, knowing there was nothing else left to say. The breeze in the park was picking up again, sweeping snowflakes that were starting to feel more like hail than anything else into Nathan’s face with a lot more force than before, melting on collision and dripping into the collar of his shirt. 'First thing in the morning. Can’t waste any more time. In case you wanna come say goodbye–'

He reached into the pocket of his pants, then held out a note to Sebastian; handwritten, containing an address located on an abandoned warehouse site, not too far from Nathan's own home.

'–our headquarters.' He waited for Sebastian to take the note from him. 'No pressure, of course.'

No pressure.

The note was almost a blatant sign that Nathan wanted him to be there. He could not ask it of him directly– but gave him the option anyway, leaving the decision up to Sebastian instead.

But deep down Nathan knew that Sebastian knew that he really did not want to go back in alone– and if it had been up to him they had recruited Sebastian a week ago already, when things had first started to go wrong.

‘Do you have backup?’ Sebastian softly asked, as if he could look directly into Nathan’s head– asking the one question he had hoped for, with an answer to it that could easily enough change Sebastian’s mind about letting Nathan walk away if only he would play his cards right–

But despite how often he had practiced the entire conversation alone in his car, despite going over all the different things he could say at least a million times, just to get Sebastian to feel sorry for him– as selfish as it fucking was– Nathan found himself unable to speak.

He simply shook his head instead.

The other children and their parents were leaving, now. It was getting late, and colder, and Lily slowly wandered back to Sebastian to start dragging him back to the car if he were to take any longer than he already had.

Nathan looked up at the sky, eyes fluttering shut as he allowed more snow to drift down onto his ice cold skin, and he breathed in and out deeply before turning back to Sebastian.

‘They’re expecting more snowfall tonight,’ he said, locking eyes for only a split second and shooting a smile in his direction, as he began walking backwards into the direction of his car. ‘Don’t wait up. And– Drive safe, okay?’

Sebastian did not answer him.

It snowed in Krimson City, accompanied by a deafening silence weighing it down and choking it out, as if the whole city was expectantly holding its breath.

Nathan left.

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willowser · 2 years ago

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you find pro-hero touya naked on the sidewalk.

face down, ass up, and completely unmoving; it's a little after 5 in the morning, which is maybe why no one has found him or offered him any clothes. or finished him off.

it's nearly december, but all the ice around him has melted into a slick and dangerous sludge, and snowflakes are sizzling when they make contact with his back. skin a tender pink and baby-smooth; another reason you know he's still alive, aside from all the heat he's generating on such a frozen morning.

"hey," you nudge him lightly with the toe of your boot until he grunts and begins to stir. "i don't know how your quirk works, but laying in the cold like this can't be good for you."

some kind of nonsense noise fumbles out of his mouth as he squints up at you, frown etched so deep that it looks like it hurts. it almost feels like he's mega-wasted and is burning off a hangover, but you squat next to him and don't smell alcohol or weed or vomit or even nicotine. just ash, as the early morning wind stings the inside of your nose.

"c'mon man," you scoff when he turns his back to you, like a teenager not ready to get out of bed. "don't make me leave you out here."

pro-hero touya has tattoos everywhere — or at least in his most visible spots, with his costume. piercings, you're not so sure about; the last time you saw his face up close on a big screen, he might have had a vertical bar through his lip and several in his ears, but you vaguely remember a tabloid article about him almost getting his mouth ripped off during a high-speed chase. you know there's something though, a bunch of metal in his face and head.

this touya has nothing. none of it; born fresh right here, in the muck and the ice.

of course the first thing you think is: clone-touya.

some evil ne'er-do-well has obtained pieces of his dna and is trying to create a super weapon to destroy the city, and in a cruel twist of fate, you get to be the one that finds him. responsible, suddenly, for the could-be end of the world. least you can do is offer him your coat.

you try again at nudging him, with the side of your foot this time so as to put more weight into it, and, surprisingly, he complies rather easily, rolling completely over until he's flat on his back. exposed and bare to the elements.

"whoa," you mutter, eyes shooting up to the windows of the department store he's in front of. trying, at least, to offer him the small courtesy. "you're gonna get a public indecency charge at this point."

this is not the first time you've seen pro-hero touya's dick against your will; two years ago, some sex tape he made leaked and your co-worker was so excited to have it in her possession that it had been shoved into your face, sound and all, in the middle of your shift. there had been metal there, too, but this clone-touya is brand spanking new.

only one of his eyes is cracked open, a thin sliver of his icy blues peeking at you through a veil of snow-heavy lashes. something about him sprawled out on the concrete like a sloppy angel makes your heart squeeze, even if you don't particularly care much for him or his heroics.

"alright," you sigh, shrugging out of your coat to drape over his hips. "don't move, i guess."

it's lucky that he's half-alive right outside your job; in the following twenty minutes, you use your key to get back into the building and pick out a simple set of clothes from the men's section that you'll deduct from your paycheck later. when you come out of the back to find him again, he's at least pushed himself up into a sitting position and is coming to against the wall. in his lap, your fluffy jacket is damp and soggy and drooping and now useless.

if someone would have ever told you that one day you'd be here, helping to dress pro-hero touya like a toddler out of the bath, you — don't know what you would have said. laughed, maybe, eyebrows raised, totally lost. you feel much the same now.

a creeping unease has started at the base of your spine at his silence. finally dressed, he simply watches you, hazy, with half-lidded eyes, and you don't know what you're expecting from someone like him, but the cold shoulder is not it. it sucks that he's actually handsome because you didn't think you were the type of person to get caught up in him, but — all his features are sharp, like they've been carved by careful hands.

shorter in person, and, funny enough, that gives you the confidence to poke him in the cheek, like a brat.

"you okay in there?"

pro-hero touya doesn't retaliate to your impishness — which furthers your concern — only swallows and smacks his lips, squinting into the coming day as it dawns.

you take that as a no.

when you loop your arm through his, he lets you, and offers no objection to being led down the sidewalk. he's — warm, which you knew, but winter is sinking through your thin sweater and the plethora of heat rolling off him nearly has you purring. easy to sink in to, to your surprise, more than pliable in this fugue state.

there's a breakfast place not far from the department store and you think maybe he just needs to eat, or something. drink some water. you've been up since late last night with inventory and the thought of a fat stack of syrupy, buttermilk pancakes is motivation enough to hurry him along.

this early, there are very few people out to gawk at him on the street and you're glad for it, because you don't know how you'd explain this to your coworker if you were to end up in some tabloid. the most attention he garners is when you wrench open the doors to the cafe, and even then, the overtired, middle-aged woman just chews her gum and gestures to a table at the back.

when she brings water, you order a breakfast plate for him and yourself, and the first thing clone-touya says to you, after she's gone, is:

"i don't like pork."

you try not to make a big deal about him finally joining you in the physical world, settling for a shrug. "then don't eat it."

he snorts, still a little disjointed as he stares at the fading pattern of your table. you watch him take it all in: the salt and pepper shakers, the napkin container, the dead flies in the window pane, his tall, sweating glass.

all at once, he drinks it down so fast that some of it slips from the corners of his lips and down his chin, and when he wipes a limp hand across his mouth, you just scoot your glass across to him. and he does it all over again.

despite the weather, he wets a hand to run over his face. "what day is it?"

"thursday."

for some reason, he laughs once. huffy and short, scratchy. with a shake of his head, he turns towards the window, leaning into it like he needs to remember where he's at.

you don't think he is, but you still ask: "y'okay?"

his eyes cut to you, alive, and he considers you for a long moment. "you know who i am?"

you shrug, unable to tell if he's asking because he doesn't know, or if this is some kind of intimidation tactic. "think so." and then when he doesn't respond immediately, you tack on: "don't look right, though."

it makes him laugh, sharp and sudden. "yeah, right?" he shoves up his sleeves to trace the bare skin of his arms, rubbing his thumb over his wrist before making crescents with his nails. clone-touya goes silent again, and he doesn't look up until the food arrives.

before he can complain, you snatch the pork sausage off his plate and the quick action brings him back to the physical world again. back to the table and back to you.

he smiles like a ghost, mouth haunted on the pale, untouched skin of his face. "i have to work really hard at keeping my temperature regulated, or else my quirk will just—" he shrugs before downing another glass of water. when he finishes, he wipes a hand over his mouth, sloppy, and then takes an over-large bite of his pancakes. "eat me up."

you — don't really know what to say. this isn't a conversation topic you ever expected to have with him, not that you ever could have expected one to begin with, but you think he might just be — talking. to you, sure, but not to be polite.

"and if i just keep going and going and going," he speaks with food in his cheeks, and you're a little surprised at how bad his table manners are. but maybe he's just really hungry. "it'll just incinerate me into nothing."

so casually he says it, eyes far out the window, trained on the day as it wakes. you want to say that your clone theory is really coming together — how could he know all that, if he didn't actually incinerate himself into nothing? — but you take in his inkless arms and unpunctured nose and your stomach twists.

"so...then what?" when you speak up, his eyes cut across the table again, expression unchanged. his answer is a lazy gesture to himself with his fork. "you just...come back?"

"good news is," he laughs, insincere, "if i get a tattoo and hate it, i can just start all over again."

you don't know how to feel about that — well, you do, but you think your pity will only annoy him, so you say, "sounds like a waste of money."

clone-touya shrugs and you can see the food get caught in his throat, too large of a bite that has him stealing your water again. "got enough of it."

“your time, then?”

he doesn’t bother to look at you, as he shake his head; it feels rude, like some sort of dismissal. “what’s that fuckin’ matter?”

“okay,” you grit your teeth as he chews on your ice, and try to remember your own manners. maybe he’s grouchy because he just woke up from some kind of ash-nap. “what are you gaining from it?”

and that — has his jaw stilling, nostrils flaring as he finally, finally takes you in. whatever he finds in your face isn’t enough, and you’re reminded, again, that you really aren’t a big fan of this guy. he leans close as he whispers, “you wouldn’t get it.”

and you lean in just as close. “so explain it to me then.”

against the nearly empty plate, his cutlery sings when he drops it, suddenly. with food still stuffed into one side of his cheeks, he sits back in the booth and crosses his arms. childishly, you feel like you’ve won something, and your smile makes his eyes narrow.

“and who are you, anyway? some civilian?” clone-touya — or real, angry touya; you’re not sure anymore — doesn’t bother to keep his voice down, not even when the only other table in the cafe turns to look at him. “y’wanna know what it’s like to be daddy’s prized possession? fine. how much time you got?”

you shrug, crossing your arms as you lean into the table. hugging yourself, making yourself warm against the frost outside, and in his eyes. “what’s that matter?”

#HE’S SUCH A JERK but he’s just sad 🥺#getting all he ever wanted isn’t what he thought it would be 🥺#does he have any friends ?? anyone to confide in ???? does anyone CARE WAAAHHH #alexa play creep by radiohead #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: pro hero touya

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valiantphantomangel · 1 year ago

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I saw you requested ideas for stories! Maybe one where steve have told his little sister numerous times to clean her room, but she haven't really gotten around to it (didn't feel like it haha) and when she is about to leave to meet some friends he ask if she cleaned her room and she says yes, but when he goes to check she clearly haven't, maybe pushed some of her clothes under the bed or something

Big brother

After literally months of Steve's voice demanding in your ear to clean your room you had enough.

So? Glad you asked.

You shoved all your clothes, books, toys and everything that was out of place like empty chip bags or empty cookie packs, into your closet and quickly closed it before it could fall out again.

You smile to yourself in your 'clean' bedroom and skip out of your room, down the stairs to hang out with your friends.

"Where do you think you're going young lady?" The devil named Steve Rogers aka your older brother asked as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

"to hang out with my friends" you answered as you put on your jacket, it was getting colder in New York and the first snow was already expected.

"Have you cleaned your room"? He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yep"

"alright then go and have fun" Steve said before walking away.

Wait, it was that easy? It couldn't possibly be that easy to fool Captain America, you shrugged your shoulder's and walked out of the Avengers tower.

When you returned to the tower later that day, you could almost feel the eerie quietness. You looked around on alert as you put your jacket down, slowly walking towards the stairs when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned around faster then the speed of light and sighed in relief when you saw it was Steve, but that quickly changed when you saw the look on his face.

"Had fun with your friends"? He asked as he walked to stand in front of you.

"Yeah it was nice" you answered with narrowed eyes.

"Well i came into your room and I had to say it was very clean, really thought you were fooling me there" he said with a laugh as he casually put his hand on your shoulder.

"O-oh good" you stuttered nervously.

"Now what was less pleasant was when I opened your closet door, it was a literal avalanche of toys, clothes and books which hurt by the way, any idea how all of that got there?" Steve said with a squeeze on your shoulder.

"Nope no idea, anyways I need to get some sleep, very tired you see" You quickly said with a fake yawn as you tried to walk around him.

"Not so fast young lady" He laughed as he threw you over his shoulder in one fast movement before throwing you on the couch and straddling your thighs.

You were already giggling nervously, you knew what he was gonna do since it has happened A LOT of times when you were younger.

"Already giggling hmm? And I haven't even done anything yet" Steve said with a mischief grin as he suddenly spidered over your tummy.

You instantly fell back in a giggling mess which turned high pitched as he began digging into your ribs. Which was a death spot.

"Ohhhh I think I've found myself a good spot" he teased as he continued to spider over your tummy before switching spots again.

"NOHAHAHAHA STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you threw your head back in laughter as you squirmed around.

"lemme think about that, uhm no" he grinned before continuing his tickle attack.

"Sounds like someone is having fun" Someone said from behind you that you just didn't want to hear. Loki

"SHUT UPHAHAHAHAH" you can't even make full sentences anymore from laughing your breath away.

"Don't forget her underarms, she's really sensitive there" Loki said with a wink before walking off again.

"DAMM YOU LOKIHIHIHI" you screeched with laughter as Steve full on attacked your underarms.

"seems like you got a new death spot" Steve grinned as he tickled you.

When your laughter fell silent and you stopped trying to fight back he finally let up.

"You alright little sis"? He asked with a smile as he pulled you up to let you cuddle up against him.

"You are the worst brother in existence" you grumbled as the remaining giggles left you.

"You love me"

"Yeah alright, i do"

"Love you too giggles, but you do have to clean your room, properly this time"

"Fine" You sighed before snuggling against him with a soft smile.

You love your big brother, even if he was a pain some times.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ticklish ribs #tickle punishment #ler!steve #steve rogers × reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers × little sister #Steve Rogers #request #loki god of mischief

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mercurygray · 2 months ago

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May I request Cord and Bucky for Build-a-fic, please? ❤

a piece of dialogue: ꒰ 6 ꒱ “here, let’s get you warmed up.”

An emotion: ꒰ L ꒱ relief

A setting: ꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ the corner bed in a hospital ward

Apparently tis the season for whump! I hope you don't mind this is more Shot Down universe for Cordelia.

It would have been bad enough without the addition of rain.

It wasn't enough for the Germans and their damn appell that it was nine o'clock at night and they could see their breath in front of their faces - wasn't enough that no one had warm clothes, or even spare clothes, to change into. No, it was all of those things and raining, a long, slow, steady drizzle that probably could have been snow, if the weather was colder, and they were going to stand at attention until they were finished counting every last airman.

The rain didn't matter at all to the Germans, who had rain gear and ponchos and barracks that were heated to retreat to when they were done with their count. But it mattered to Cord - not for herself, although she could have done without the now-steady trickle of rain off her hat and into the collar of her jacket. She was worried about Bucky. He'd been doing a good job of trying to bluff his way through being sick, but there was only so long you could hide a cough until it came back with a vengeance, and he'd been warm to the touch for the last couple of days while he sounded ready to lose a lung, still swearing up, down and six ways from Sunday that he was fine, even while he was swaying on his feet and they'd parked Solly next to him to catch him in case he tumbled over.

Spend so much time taking care of everyone else, she wanted to say, and who takes care of you? She was wearing his good sweater because he wouldn't take no for an answer no matter how hard she'd pressed him, and no one else had anything that fit him.

She was a few rows back and she refused to stop watching him, her eyes glued to his shoulders, the way his hands were shoved into his pockets, the rain dripping from his elbows, his hat. Not sick enough for the goddamn hospital barracks. Not that it'd matter, except that you wouldn't have to be outside in this rain. The minute they let us go, you're going straight back inside and -

The whistle sounded, and she was at his elbow, dragging him forward, back to the barracks between her and Gale, Bucky coughing through saying he was fine while Gale murmured something about the threat of pneumonia. "Wet clothes won't help any," Gale said, focused and cold. "Gonna see if anyone's got a spare shirt."

Why was it her here, and not someone who was better at this - better at taking care of people? She didn't know the first thing about caring for sick people, let alone a sick Bucky who'd barely admit he was ill. "Here," she said, peeling back the sodden weight of his jacket and draping it over the back of the chair, "let's get you warmed up." She moved him closer to the stove and wished it were warmer, his whole long body loose in the chair. Off came the sweater, too, carefully peeled back from his shirt, and then that, too, her hands fumbling with the buttons. "We'll dry that sweater out while Gale comes back," she promised, settling a blanket around his shoulders and trying to dry his hair.

Why was he warm and cold all at once? He was shivering in front of the stove, cheeks rosey, face flushed, while she tried to rub some warmth back into his arms and his torso. Oh, please get better, John. Please let this be enough.

"You gonna ...have your wicked way with me here, huh?" He asked through chattering teeth, trying to make a joke where there really wasn't one to be made. None of them had been anything even close to naked for the last month, not with cold water for baths and a timetable that had to be stuck to and the very real chance that someone would steal your clothes if you left them alone too long.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd had him to herself like this, nearly naked and alone and close, and the closeness of him was doing something to her that she hadn't let herself feel in a while. "Do you want me to?" she asked, soft and almost serious. If I had a bed and more than one blanket, Bucky, don't think I wouldn't.

"Might be warmer that way," he said, half laughing and half coughing, and her heart was breaking again.

She thought about it for a moment and sat down on his lap, reaching her arms around him so she might continue toweling him dry, the broad plain of his back and the base of his skull, secretly and selfishly pleased when he moved his arms to rest, half-heartedly, around her waist, and his cheek on the flat of her chest, his skin still feverish. She pulled the blanket tighter around the both of them, trying to keep her own body heat tied to his. "M'own hot water bottle," he said, his cough coming back for a moment, and she pressed her cheek to his still damp hair.

“When Gale comes back you need to listen, Bucky,” she said, softly. “A clean shirt and then straight into bed. You need to get better.” I can’t do this without you - or if I can, I don’t want to.

“Come with me,” he said, and it was almost begging. “To bed. You’re warm.” I miss you, his touch seemed to say, and her whole body screamed back I miss you, too. To have his hands on her body, his lips on her breasts, more than just one stolen moment.

The door opened, noisy on its hinge. “Got that shirt.” Gale’s voice was strained and cold, and the sound of it in her ears brought nothing but relief. “Aspirin, too, Dwyer had some.”

“You shook someone down for me, huh, Buck?” Bucky was smiling, a little of his old self back, and he at least looked up at the sound of his friend’s voice.

“Told him if you died there’d be hell to pay from Cord,” Gale replied, smooth as anything, giving Cord the barest hint of a smile. “Said he didn’t want to see her angry if he could help it.”

“And he believed you?” Bucky’s laugh turned into a hacking cough again, and she squeezed him close, instinctively, his body shaking against her own. “Cord couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Looks like she’ll hurt you if you don’t do what she says just now,” Gale said, and Cord looked up at him with surprise only to see that he was smiling. “I wouldn’t want to cross her.”

“Let’s get you into bed,” she said, trying to push past the compliment she didn’t feel like she’d earned, getting off of Bucky’s lap so she could take the shirt from Gale. She held it up so Bucky could slide his arms inside and she could do up the buttons, close again, her face inches from his own. “And you’re taking this,” she declared, pulling the too-large sweater over her own head despite his complaints and rolling the sleeves back down so it would fit him again. “I’ll wear the one that’s drying, when it’s done.”

“Don’t think I haven’t finished with you, yet,” he promised quietly in her ear, as she pulled and tugged the sweater over his head. “Just ‘cause I got your sweater off doesn’t mean I’m done.” He rose unsteadily from the chair, taking sweater and blanket with him, and for a moment stood in front of the stove, finding his balance again. “Ain’t she something, Buck?” He asked with a grin, fondness in every word.

“Take your aspirin,” she said in reply, feeling the promise in his voice under her skin, arms prickling with cold and angry determination. Maybe I am. But I’m not finished with you yet either, Bucky Egan, not for a while yet.

#asked and answered #aloveforjaneausten #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #masters of the air OC #mota oc #cordelia callaway

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countrymusiclover · 8 months ago

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2 - The Capitol Darling

Part 3

Are You District or Capitol?

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A set of doors opened on the train where I saw that Effie or my now declared mother had changed into a red dress and a bright yellow wig. Slumping down in the chair beside Katniss she sent me a weak look. "All right. Before we begin I've had a thought. Katniss has her gold Mockingjay pin. I have my hair. I'm gonna get you two boys something gold."

"Err..why is that?" My father asked, looking at Peeta.

She sighed before the young girl grabbed her hand smiling. "A token. Show them we are a team. And they cant just...Alright now. Everything will be different because it's a Quarter Quell. The Capitol has spared no expense. A new training center a new tribute living quarters and of course a very special arena. But this year you'll be facing other victors Capitol favorites. Smart cunning skilled. And they all know one another. You two are the outsiders."

"Make that three outsiders. The capital will probably kill me the second I enter the building." I huffed twirling a piece of my hair in between my fingers.

"That isn't going to happen!" My father and Effie both responded back immediately. They glanced at one another with an instance of silent glare.

Peeta and Katniss sent me a look. Neither of them knew what to say and I had no clue either. If Effie was my mother I had capital and district blood running through my veins. My father looked between the pair. "Can you two give us a moment alone? The three of us need to talk alone." They left the room before I sat upright in my chair.

"What is the matter with you, Abernathy? I knew I was right about this. You were a bad father with your drinking problems. I shouldn't have let you jump on a train and run off with her!" Effie began to go off on a rant shouting down at my father.

He sat his glass down on the table rising to his feet getting in her face. "I got my drinking under control when it came to her. Oh and tell me how you would have raised her. You would have dressed her up like the perfect capital daughter and never come visit and let me see her because it wouldn't look good on your reputation. But go right ahead and tell me how you would keep her safe from Snow!"

"Why you annoying man!" She stomped forward until I shoved my chair backwards, shoving myself in between the two heading towards my room. "Ariyne, where are you going?"

Flipping my hair around I throw my hands up stomping through a set of doors leaving the pair alone. "Away from the two of you!" It was the next morning by the time I came out of my room on the train. It had stopped where we all ended up heading into the living quarters. Shutting the door to my room I sighed sliding down onto the floor.

I keep replaying the reasons why he wouldn't tell me who my mother was and I can't find a reason I liked. The only thing that's certain is that I am more than likely going into the arena or something like that. Getting to my feet I grabbed a jacket deciding to go for a walk through this place. My father wouldn't be going over the tributes until later tonight. Glancing around the open room I was in awe seeing that there were twelve different floors and there was a bunch of nice furniture on the ground floor. Slowly walking I kept looking around until I suddenly collided with someone. "Woah watch where you're going, blossom."

"Hey watch out. You jerk..." I rubbed my head blinking my eyes seeing that it was one of the career tributes. My gaze trained on the guy in front of me where I was met with deep sea green eyes and messy bronze hair.

He chuckled flashing me a bright smile, getting to his feet offering me his right hand to help me stand on my feet again. "I wouldn't have thought the mystery girl for district twelve would have a temper on her. Piece of advice, watch your mouth around here."

"Thanks for the advice but I'm good. Now who the heck are you?" I asked, placing my hand in his allowing him to tug me up to stand.

He smirked down at me since I wasn't as tall as my father. My gaze locked onto the green orbs focused on me. "I would have thought your father would have told you about the famous Finnick Odair."

"Well he didn't so hi Finnick. I am Ariyne Abernathy and you can drop the capital charm. It ain't gonna work on me." Crossing my arms over my chest I sent him a snarky comment back. From what my father had told me about the careers he said that they were trained until they turned eighteen then they volunteered for the games. They were also very arrogant compared to the rest of us.

Finnick stepped closer moving his right hand up twirling some strands of my hair in between his fingers. I sucked in a breath hating to admit to myself that he was obviously attractive. "If you want to live the victor's life we could form an alliance in the arena. If you're interested you know where to find me." He walked away towards the elevator heading back down to the fourth level.

When I went back into our living area I saw Peeta and Katniss waiting on me with my father. "There you are, Ari. Where have you been?" He asked me to sip on a drink.

"Just on a walk. Honestly I am surprised that I haven't gotten lost in this place yet." I shrugged my shoulders sitting down on the couch beside Katniss.

My father rose to his feet with his alcohol glass. "I want you guys to forget everything you think you knew about the games. Last year was child's play. This year you're all dealing with all experienced killers."

"Alright. What's that mean for us?" Peeta asked their mentor.

My father added on. "That means you're gonna have to have some allies."

"Okay. I think that if we... " Peeta got cut off.

"You're not the problem." My father shifted his gaze downward to Katniss who gave him a glare where he sat down in front of the three of us. "Look you're starting at a disadvantage. Most of these people have been friends for years."

She fought back. "That just put us higher in their kill list."

He sat his glass down waving his index finger at the pair. "Do it your own way but I know these people. You're going alone their first move is to gonna be to hunt you down. Both of you....including you sweetheart."

"Katniss, come on." Peeta encouraged her.

"How could any of us trust each other?" Lifting my head up I heard her ask. I doubt trust was an option. They were forcing other people to kill each other and claimed it was the right thing to do.

Dad and I shared the same look before he got to his feet grabbing a remote turning on the tv screen. He started going through the tributes where I laid my chin in the palm of my hand. "It's not about trust. It's about staying alive."

"Finnick Odair right?" Katniss declared breaking me from my trance where I was about asleep on the couch. My eyes focused on the tv screen seeing the video footage of the district four reaping. The guy that I had bumped into was truly Finnick where he smiled a fake grin towards the camera.

"Yes. He won his game at fourteen. Youngest ever. Extremely humble." My father started talking again.

Leaning forward on the couch with my arms resting on my elbows I scoffed under my breath not buying what he was claiming of him. "You can't be serious. I just met him and I don't buy that for one second."

"Yes I'm kidding. He's a peacock. A total prainer. But he's the Capitol darling they love him here. Charming smart and very skilled in combat especially in water."

"What about weaknesses?" Peeta asks leaning forward after he scoots to the edge of the couch.

My father clicked a button on the remote he had in his hand switching to another part of the reading. "One. Mags. She volunteered for Annie. Mags was his mentor and basically raise him and he's trying to protect her in any way it exposes him." The video showed a young girl with light brown hair who was laughing before an older lady raised her hand in the air.

"A guy like that has to know she's not gonna make it. And what it really comes down to protect her?" Katniss responded back leaning back on the couch.

My father glanced in my direction where we all watched Finnick hug the woman where she pointed at the screen like she was giving him a warning to not show the capital that he cared about her. "Well Katniss I just hope when she goes she goes quickly. She's actually umm... a wonderful lady." Tilting my head to the side I felt sorry for him a little that maybe there was to him then what I had first seen.

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teleiapotami · 1 year ago

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⋆ “god, you’re freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

NaLu please ✨🔥

I'd love to! Anything for you, lol.

Words: 1,600 (Oops, that's longer than I meant it to be!)

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Lucy watched the snow begin to fall, coating the hood of her car thickly. “Typical.” She let loose a few colorful swearwords and glared at the ‘No Mobile Network Available’ that blinked unrepentantly on her phone. The snow was only coming down faster, and if the cell networks were down because of the storm…

She let out a low sigh and grabbed her jacket and purse. Staying in the car waiting for her phone to work was likely a death sentence. With one last glance at her mutinous phone, she shoved it into her purse and climbed out of her car.

“Holy fuck!” she muttered to herself. Inside the car, it looked like a peaceful, if heavy, snowstorm. Now, standing in it with the wind screaming around her, it was anything but peaceful. It was hard to tell exactly how far from town she was in the dark (which is exactly how she had run out of gas in the first place), but it didn’t matter. She didn’t have any other choice but to seek shelter wherever she could. With a shiver and a pit of growing dread, she began walking.

She was just starting to think she was going to have to go back to the car if only to stay out of the wind when another car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down and a man leaned over. “Get in! You’re gonna freeze out there!”

Lucy hesitated for half a second before climbing into the car. The stranger in the car might be dangerous, but she was going to freeze to death if she stayed in the storm. The heat in the car drew a low whimper from her. “Thank you,” she managed to whisper.

“No problem. You belong to the car back there?”

Lucy managed a small nod, shivering too hard to respond properly. “Well, I’ll take you back to my place until the storm ends. My little sister should be there, so at least you’ll have someone besides some strange guy around. I’m Natsu, by the way.”

“L-L-Lucy.”

They pulled into a long driveway a few miles down the road and Natsu let out a low curse. “Looks like the powers out. Come on, let's get inside and see if Wendy’s been able to start a fire.” Lucy followed him into the house, gritting her teeth against the shivers that still racked her body. The house was dark and quiet when they entered, and Natsu sighed from the kitchen.

“She’s gone. Says she went to her friend’s house when the power went out. Give me a minute, I’ll get the fire going. Lucy moved slowly through the dark house, following him. It took him less time to build a fire than she had ever seen, and soon he was carrying in a stack of wood from the backrooms of the house.

“Here,” he said gently once he had finished building up a pile. “You need to get out of that jacket, or you’ll never get warm. I’ll hang it in the closet.” He watched her struggle with the buttons and zipper for a moment before he reached out. “May I?”

Lucy nodded and he helped her out of the jacket easily. He returned and took hold of her hands, rubbing them slowly. “You’re way too cold Lucy. How long were you out there?” He didn’t seem to expect an answer. Instead, he brought her hands to his mouth and blew on them, keeping his eyes on hers. She felt pinned under his dark gaze and her fingers trembled against his lips lightly. He was incredibly handsome, she realized, with messy pink hair and black eyes that glittered in the firelight.

He took in the paleness of her face and she felt his lips twitch into a frown against her hand. “Sit by the fire. I’ll get some pillows and stuff so you can stay beside it.” He waited until she tugged her hands out of his grip before he moved away. Lucy knelt beside the fire, trying to keep herself from shivering so violently, but the fire just didn’t seem to be enough.

Natsu came back with a veritable mountain of bedding and set about building a cozy nest of pillows and blankets. He frowned at her again. “Your lips are too blue. He reached out and brushed his hand against her cheek and his frown deepened. “God, you’re freezing still! Damn, why’d Wendy have to run off now?”

He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the pallet of bedding. “Listen, I know how this sounds, especially as a stranger who picked you up on the road, but the best way to warm you up right now is—”

“B-body heat,” Lucy said, nodding as she kicked off her own shoes. Natsu shed his shirt and glanced over at her.

“I can….I can help with those buttons, if you need me to,” he offered slowly, eyeing her button-down blouse. Lucy fumbled with the buttons for a moment with stiff fingers, then dropped her hands with a frustrated huff and nodded. “Why were you out in the storm instead of in your car?” he asked, making quick work of removing her shirt.

“I-I was trying to find y-you I g-guess.”

“Me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“S-someone to h-help, I mean. Staying in the car,” she cut off, biting her lip when his hands dropped to hover over her hips.

“These too,” he mumbled, waiting for her permission to remove her jeans. She looked away and nodded.

“I-I know. U-Um…no one would have f-found me i-in the car. I was looking for help or somewhere t-to stay,” she finished, moving to sit on the blanket once he helped her out of her pants. She could hear him shedding his jeans behind her before he appeared beside her.

“Well, I don’t think this is gonna get less awkward, so let’s get comfy, yeah?” he said, gesturing vaguely at the pillows. Lucy couldn’t help but smile at his effort to dispel the tension and lay down, pulling a blanket over herself. At least if he couldn’t see her, it might be easier to snuggle with a stranger in her underwear. He crawled into place and tentatively pulled her against his chest.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed when her cold skin pressed against him. At the same moment, Lucy let out a low moan at his warmth.

“How are you so warm?” she mumbled, unconsciously pressing tighter against him. He chuckled and nudged her legs until she tangled them with his.

“I’ve always run warm. Guess it’s a good thing now, huh?” He smiled when she let out a shaky giggle and relaxed slightly against him. She tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes, letting out a soft hum.

“Can I sleep?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure you wake up,” he murmured, slowly running his hand along her back soothingly.

“Natsu?”

“Lucy?”

“Thank you…I’d be d-dead if you hadn’t shown up,” she whispered. His arms tightened around her slightly at the thought.

“Nah, I was always gonna save you. Always will if you want me to,” he mumbled. Realizing how strange what he’d said was, he was glad Lucy couldn’t see the blush that dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat nervously and pushed the thought away. “Sleep. I’ll keep the fire going.”

The storm raged through the night, turning the world silent under a thick blanket of white. Lucy stretched slowly as she woke, her fingers brushing over someone’s bare chest. Her leg was draped over one of his, her head rested on his chest, and a warm arm held her close to his side. She tensed slightly when a low, raspy voice sounded against her ear.

“Please don’t freak out. The floor isn’t the most comfortable spot in my house, and I have a headache.”

Lucy turned her face into his chest and let out a soft sigh that turned into a giggle. “It was Natsu, right?” she asked as she sat up, holding a blanket against her chest. He nodded with a tired grin.

“Yeah. How’re you feeling? You slept like a rock,” he chuckled, sitting up on his elbows as she pulled on her shirt. She smiled over her shoulder at him as she buttoned it.

“I feel better than I expected. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, pulling on his jeans. “Let’s get you back to your car so you can head home.”

It took far longer than it should have to get back to her car even though the highway had already been cleared. Lucy tried to get out and help him, but he just shot her a look that seemed to dare her to disagree with him before he ventured out into the weather on his own. It took him all of five minutes to come back.

“Keys? I’ll warm it up for you,” he said, holding out his hand. Lucy rolled her eyes and handed them to him after a huff, which he endured with a maddening smirk. He leaned against her door while her car warmed up and glared at her when she rolled down his window. “You’re letting the heat out,” he grumbled.

Lucy giggled. “I’m not going to get that cold again in a few minutes. Besides, you can warm me up again if I do, right?” At Natsu’s quirked eyebrow, she blushed darkly. “That’s not what I….I mean…”

He chuckled and opened the door for her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad I was here when you needed me.” Lucy gave him a small smile, hyper-aware of his eyes following her as she moved over to her car. She tossed her purse into the seat, then turned to him after a moment’s hesitation.

“Natsu?”

“Lucy?”

She blushed again and bit her lip before continuing. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

His face split in a grin. “Absolutely.”

#fairy tail #fairy tail nalu #natsu x lucy #fairy tail fanfic #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #creative writing #dialogue prompt #asks #thank you Orchid

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saranootnoot · 1 year ago

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I'm gonna be nice to y'all and just now post it.. ladies and gentlemen and non binaries... I present you! Chris Jackson Versus The Vampires...

Chapter 1: snow.

The sound of crunching snow as someone walks on it quietly and quickly, liking running. The air was cold and freezing as he breathed heavily. Soon he fell down as he quickly looked towards someone. He glanced down at him as he grinned. They boy started yelling pleas. which was shut up by a snowball in the face. “What the hell Isaac?!” The gray and red-eyed boy said as he shivered as he wiped the snow off of his face, Isaac the smaller blonde boy, chuckled “it wasn't that bad Chris-Cross.” Isaac grinned at his friend as he then shoved snow in his cloak, Chris yelped as he got up and started chasing Isaac. He screamed, and soon they heard their leader call for a meeting. Isaac stook out his tongue, “Really? It's our day off!” Isaac grumbled as he then crossed his arms, soon Chris and him started walking.

When walking they noticed their Village healer standing by the vampire hunter leader, he looked.. Really tired. There were bags underneath his eyes. He also looked sad..

“As you know, Drew’s brother has been missing for a few months and he requested some of us to go out looking for him, but only the most skilled can go” Chris hand Immetatily shot up. “I’ll go look for him” . He had been friends with Drew since kids, but he never really got to know Nevin, but since Drew was a great friend to him, he thought he could return the favor for him.

Later that night, Chris was packing his things for the night, he’ll be back by sunrise. As Chris was about to leave to go out to the woods he was met by Drew, “Here.. I thought you might need these..” Drew handed Chris a bag that was filled with healing supplies, “Please find him..” Chris nodded as he hugged Drew tightly.

Chris held a lantern as he walked through the cold, he had a big fluffy jacket on as he heard the crunch of the snow underneath him. He also had to be careful of werewolf territory, luckily their group made markings of the territories, so he just avoided the marks.

Chris felt himself getting tired, but he couldn't sleep, he was in the middle of the woods, that's when he saw bright cyan eyes staring right at him.

Who would be out at this time? It was pitch black.. Expect the lantern that glowed. Chris quickly pulled out a silver knife as whoever that was, started walking towards him. “Hey, Chill out dude..” he said as he frowned. Chris blinked as he stared at him as he raised a brow. “Why are you up this late?” Chris asked as the other guy crossed his arms. “Just out for a walk, it's nice” the smaller boy sighed as he felt the air. Chris just shrugged it off, nothing really that suspicious about him anyways.. He just looked like a normal being.

“What’s your name?” Chris finally asked, “Nevin” Chris smiled a bit, “I’m Chris” Nevin smiled a little, “Nice to meet you Chris” Chris could've sworn Nevins eyes were Cyan, but they were just this purplish brown..

For awhile, Nevin and Chris hung out for awhile while walking around, they made jokes and talked about themselves.. But something was odd.. About Nevin..

Other than that he was a great guy, he was sweet.. He laughed at Chris’s jokes, like a normal person.

But why did he cover his mouth when he laughed..?

It didn’t matter.

Drew was wide awake, waiting for sunrise to come up.. He usually did that, barely even slept.. Waiting.. Waiting for his twin to come home.. He knew he wouldn’t come home. All he had to do was hope. Hope he comes home. He couldn’t leave the village. He had duties to take care of, healing anyone who got injured, healing the sick. At times, he hated that power, yet he loved it because it was the last thing he had of Nevin.

Nevin.

Chris realized. “Hey your name is Nevin, right?” Nevin looked at Chris a bit confused, “Yeah, why?” Chris blinked, “does it happen to Nevin Jovel?..” Nevin went quiet as he stopped walking as he glanced at Chris. “Let's talk about something else, hm?” Chris nodded slowly, “Alright?..” Weird.

Nevin was sitting in a tree on a branch with Chris, Chris held onto Nevin so he wouldn’t fall off, basically keeping him in place. Nevin looked at the sky as he hummed softly. While Chris was wondering where Nevin came from, since he had never really seen Nevin in the Village. Nevins' clothing reminded him of what vampires would wear, yet he doubted that nevin was a vampire since he didn’t do anything that a vampire would do.

“You’re cold..” Chris mumbled to Nevin.

Nevin chuckled a little bit, “Maybe it's because of the snow and air”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that..” Chris felt a bit embarrassed as his cheeks turned warm. Nevin just chuckled again.

“So Chris, you never told me why you’re out here” Nevin glanced up at him. “Oh! I’m a vampire hunter who’s looking for our village healers brother.. I don’t think I’m doing a great job at it though..” He nervously laughed.

Nevin just looked at Chris, “Ah.. Alright” Nevin looked away as he noticed the sun was coming up, he perked up as he stood up on the branch as Chris began to panic who also got up and held onto the tree while also holding onto Nevin. Nevin watched the sunrise as he went quiet, honestly Chris found it quite relaxing as he watched the sunrise with Nevin. The oranges, red, and yellow began beaming onto them. Nevin slowly closed his eyes as he breathed in and then sighed, as he then jumped down. Chris soon followed after.

“I guess I should get going then..” Chris looked at Nevin. Nevin smiled softly, “Wanna meet up again tonight?” Chris nodded as he replied, “Of course” Soon they both waved bye to each other as Chris headed back.

When Chris reached the Village, Isaacs parents were crying as Chris quickly went over to them, “What happened?”

Isaac’s mom looked at Chris as she told Chris..

Chris’s eyes widened..

“Isaac is gone…”

#vampire hunter au #ibvs #ibvs au #chris jackson #nevin jovel #drew jovel #isaac beamer #soda stories #ibvs shenanigans #isaac beaamer versus the supernatural

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Can I request spring prompt 5.Person A kissing person B in the rain with Jack Russell and Fem!reader?

P.S. I love your writing.

A/N - How romantic for Jack! Thank you for requesting this, anon!

Drip Drop

Summary - Jack loves watching you, even in the rain

Warnings - Just some fluff

The first sounds of the rolling thunder had you on high alert. Then the soft pitter patter of raindrops along your window and the roof above you. After that was the sweet aroma of fresh rain coming through the slightly cracked window that also brought in the chilly wind that gave you a shiver. But you were smiling from ear to ear.

Rain was here, and you loved it.

Rain brought more than just water and cold: it brought life. Your mother taught you that when you were very small, sitting in her lap as she pointed out into the garden that was growing when a thunderstorm ran through. You were scared of the noise, snuggling into your mother as she cooed and soothed you.

"Rain brings us life, my darling girl. It feeds our plants and grass, it grows our snow and rivers, and it brings fresh air and wind in the end. We must admire and nourish the rain while we can,"

You took that to heart, gardening throughout the rest of your childhood into adulthood. Digging your nails into the soil, taking in the new plants to the soil with hopes it would give, it was all therapeutic for you. Yet throughout your time making your gardens and planting your herbs, you only assumed rain would bring you certain gifts.

Not a gift that was in the form of a person. Specifically a man.

You rushed to the front door and to the closet, shoving your way to find your rubber boots that were in the back corner of the closet and then your heavy raincoat. Another clasp of thunder was heard, coming closer to your little home as you went a bit faster.

"You're going out there I take it, my love?" You heard behind you as you stood up and got your boots on before shrugging your jacket on.

"How could I not since it's the first rainfall of the season?" You asked, back still turned to the voice as you got your hair in a messy bun high above your head. You finally turned, seeing who it was that was standing with a cock of his head and a smirk on his face.

Your husband, Jack Russell.

You met Jack turning a rainstorm several years ago when you were out at the grocery store. Of course, the rainstorm was not planned, and you were trying to buy a few things at the last minute before you knew you were going to be stuck in your apartment for some time. But as you were about to walk out into the downpour of rain, someone bumped into your shopping cart and some of your food spilled on the floor on accident.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you--" The man under his hoodie was saying frantically as he was kneeling down to help get your food off the floor.

"You're okay, it's not a big deal," You reassured the man, who lifted his hood to have you see his face finally. Jack's face was kind, almost youth-life though there were signs of him being a bit older with his peppered hair and wrinkles around his eyes. Feeling your beating heart against your chest, he handed you the loaf of bread gingerly and he smiled warmly at you, even with drops of rain in his hair and on his nose.

"Thank you," You replied with a hum. He grinned wider.

"My pleasure,"

"Wait, amor! You're gonna freeze!" Jack called out as you threw open the front door and walked down the cobbled steps before the rain started to come down harder and harder. You simply stood still, the cold wind against your cheeks and the rain hitting your closed eyes as you lifted your head to the heavens. It didn't matter that your jeans were getting soaked and your hair matted against your neck, you were happy. Beyond happy, all thanks to the rain.

You loved being in the rain, it was almost like a recharge that you would need every once in a while. Throughout your life when you had ups and downs, standing in the rain helped you. You stood in the rain when you got the good news of getting the job you've always wanted. You stood in the rain when your mother died from cancer, your tears mixing with the teardrops.

In everything and anything that was big in your life, you stood in the rain. It was a cleansing for you, a reset for you to try again and to be better.

You felt two hands on your neck, having you know those hands far too well as you grinned and felt a body in front of you. Lips were pressed against yours, your fingers moving up to wrap around his waist to pull him closer to you. He grinned, kissing you two more times before you opened your eyes and peered up at Jack with his loving stare at you.

Jack was your reset. Ever since you two got together he seemed to brighten your life. His kind heart and gentle tone were something you might have needed most of your life, and there was not a single ounce of regret to it. You both complimented each over very well, you took on his Monster Hunting and how he became a werewolf once a month. He thought you would run from him, but you instead stayed closer to him all the more.

He held you in the rain when your mother died, never letting you go as you both were getting soaked to the bone. It was a sure sign he was the one, and your mother would have loved to meet him.

After kissing for a few more minutes, Jack then picked you up in his arms and you giggled as he walked you back to the cottage, "We're getting you warmed up with a hot bath, my love,"

"As long as you're joining me," You teased as he laughed and kissed your wet cheek.

"How could I not join you?" He asked.

The End.

#jack russell x y/n #jack russell x you #jack russell x fem!reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell #werewolf by night fanfiction #werewolf by night #werewolf by night fandom #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4

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despairforme · 2 years ago

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It was going on day - well, night three of crappy, rainy weather accompanied by a drastic drop into freezing temperatures. Earlier it had been warm enough that her work shirt and jeans were causing Roxy to sweat, but now, she was shivering, soaked to the bone from both the sweat and rain as she tredged forward through the elements. At least if it's gonna be this cold, snow, don't rain. She cast a bitter glare at the clouds above, as if the weather could hear her thoughts or cared even if it could.

A helpless, plain white business envelope shoved into an otherwise empty plastic bag crinkled against the interior of Roxanne's shirt as she gripped it tightly to her chest. A very late, last addition to Nnoitra's birthday present, or an early Christmas present, whichever worked better. On the exterior of the envelope bore a large N accompanied by the black haired, eye patch wearing stick figure, signed with a calligraphied R. She figured she'd used up all her luck for the next month - no, the next year - just getting the envelope's contents, she wasn't taking her chances of having anyone notice it and being mugged on her way to give it to him. She crept down dark alleyways, past piles of broken glass and carelessly discarded cans as she gingerly made her way across town. Thankfully it was a short walk, and being past midnight, no one in their right mind would be out in this weather at this time willingly. Nobody in their right mind, she repeated to herself with a hint of amusement.

"O-Okay bub," She chattered, voice barely above a whisper as she approached the now somewhat familiar door. "I worked my ass off for these, and I'm gonna lose what's left of my tits to this cold, so you better fuckin' like this."

Hunching over the bag gripped tightly to her sternum, she carefully unzipped through layers of coats and jackets before finally reaching the original shirt she'd been wearing and removing the itchy plastic bag from against her skin. With almost too firm of a grasp, she took hold of the envelope, inspecting it carefully to be sure it was still well sealed shut and dry, then gingerly wedged it into the doorframe as high up as she could reach. That was about eye height for him, right?

"F-fuck me, I hate winter." She muttered to herself as she hurriedly zipped back up her numerous jackets. "S-see ya around, I hope," She spoke up towards the direction of the door, as if it would respond to her. "It would be n-nice to catch up here soon. It's been way too long, I know, but I hope that you're-..."

Roxanne's train of thought suddenly came to a dead halt. The Nnoitra she remembered would usually scoff at her well wishings, no matter how genuine or not. Wishes were for kids, she nagged herself, and they sure as hell weren't kids anymore. Tucking her head to her chest as she shivered harshly, Roxanne instead buried her reddened nose in the front collars of her jackets as she felt the cold biting at her face.

"...Come see me at work." She continued with a sniffle and pulled her arms in from her sleeves, pinning them against her torso for warmth. "You can have all the cheap cheeseburgers you can eat and management can cry about it. I don't care enough about that job to fight them on it."

Roxanne turned away from the door, then paused for a moment to glance over her shoulder at the helpless envelope. It would be fine, right? Who the hell would notice it? It was damn near 3 in the morning, nobody was out... But what if someone did steal it? Or it blew away or got ruined by the rain? Then what? No good deed ever went unpunished in some way with her, but she couldn't stay here and watch it. Hypothermia doesn't seem like a fun way to die, she reminded herself. Looking around the empty stoop, then at the abandoned, flooded streets, she hesitated, glanced back at the envelope, then seemed to finally make up her mind as she exhaled a puff of steam and turned and jumped off the stoop, headed for home at last.

People could really suck, she told herself to get her attention off of her freezing extremities, but nobody ever has gotten anywhere by letting themselves sit around and pout about the unfairness of it all.

...

It was a small miracle the envelope made it overnight without getting so much as a droplet of water on it. Once opened, it contained two things: A piece of scrap paper with some scribblings on it, and tickets of some sort. The scrap of paper had one string of info on it; "McB's, M-F, 2-10 PM", and a drawing of the same fast food logo that had been on the previous bag she'd left him. That had to be where she worked, it seemed.

The tickets seemed to be to some sort of five day weekend music festival just a few towns over, a rock and metal based one it seemed based on the name. The "VIP" punched at the bottom was sure to imply something, but it couldn't be ascertained just what exactly from the vague abbreviations on the back of the ticket stubs. No doubt these had to have been expensive, and there were four of them.

...

Elsewhere, the cold mist of the morning was overtaken by the first few rays of sunlight as Roxanne lie practically comatose to the world, buried deep in a nest of blankets and pillows like a bear in hibernation. A deer stood just outside of her small yellow tent, helping itself to Roxanne's unattended box of wheaties as she blissfully snoozed the day away.

(@gildedgriffon)/(@serpent-of-feathers)

His hands were pink, borderline red from the cold. He'd lost feeling in them a couple of minutes ago. He would've kept them stuffed in his pockets, but he got paranoid as hell when he walked around without his hands at the ready. Especially at night. Especially through the shady part of town. Nnoitra had decided on a short-cut ( or rather, the rain had decided that for him ), which took him through some alleys that you'd best be prepared for a confrontation if you ventured into. There was ONE good thing about the weather ( and the fact that it was past 3 at night ) - there was nobody out. The only people Nnoitra passed were some tragic looking homeless people. Not that they should be underestimated. Who ever said a homeless dude couldn't try to shaft you? He shivered.

This was late for him to be going back home ( Ikkaku's place, was that really ' home '? ), even for him. His fight was always the main event of the evening, and saved for last. Normally it would be around midnight, maybe a little later. It would always be over quickly, simply because nobody stood a chance. Tonight's fight had gone smoothly. It wasn't HIS fault that he was walking home so late. Nah. There had been staffing issues at the bar. The new guy hadn't turned up, or - he HAD turned up, but he'd turned up in hospital, like some fucking jackass. Nnoitra didn't give a shit about that. There was nobody else who could step in, and so HE had been asked to man the bar. It was the last thing in the world he wanted, but at the same time... Grimmjow had worked there. Walked the steps behind the counter. Touched the glasses and bottles. Somehow, that had made Nnoitra unable to say no. He missed him. Missed him so much he thought it would fucking kill him any day. Pathetic, wasn't it?

In any case, he'd reluctantly accepted filling in for the night. He knew jack-shit about bar tending. That hadn't been a problem. The bar had been FILLED with people who were there just to talk to him. His ' fans ' or whatever. People who came every night only to watch him fight. Nnoitra liked that people admired him. However, after two hours of intense attention... He could say that he'd had MORE than enough. At least nobody cared that he was unable to mix up drinks. He wouldn't say it had been a BAD experience, but certainly exhausting. And he'd been unable to think about anything other than Grimmjow the whole time. To complete the night - he now had to walk home in the coldest rain in history. He felt pretty gloomy.

He might not be lucky with the weather, but at least he didn't get fucking JUMPED on his way home. He got back safely ( though drenched to the bone and freezing ). With numb fingers, he fished his ( Ikkaku's ) keys out of his pocket, struggling to unlock the door. Then he spotted something ON the door. It looked like someone had tried to push some paper in through the gap between the door and the doorframe. It looked like an envelope. For fuck's sake, didn't the mail-man know there was a fucking MAIL BOX right over there? Annoyed, Nnoitra yanked the envelope free. He assumed it was for Ikkaku - it wasn't. When he realized this, his annoyance immediately switched to curiosity. He RARELY got mail.

Back in his room, Nnoitra shook his head like a wet dog, his long hair splashing a little bit of water everywhere ( including his bed - he did not think that through ). His fingers were stiff from the cold, but he was too impatient to wait. He flopped down onto the bed, the mattress bouncing gently from the added weight. Nnoitra opened the letter.

It was probably because of his birthday present, that he quickly realized who this letter was from. The stick figure, the writing - this was from Roxanne. Nnoitra looked at the letters written on the scrap piece of paper. His tired brain TRIED to comprehend. WHY did she have to write in coded messages? The cogs in his head were struggling to turn. In the end, he really was too tired to even understand what the letters meant. He'd give it another try tomorrow ( or ask Ikkaku, who, unlike himself, was not fucking retarded ). He moved onto the other content in the envelope. Tickets. SEVERAL tickets. They were for a music festival in a neighboring city that Nnoitra had never been to. It was hard to miss the VIP-stamp on them. Even if he was tired ( and depressed as fuck ), he had to admit this intrigued him. Being a VIP on a music festival... He liked the thought of that. He had no idea what he'd do with four of them though... One was for Roxanne herself, of course, since she had gotten the tickets in the first place. Who else could he bring though? Nnoitra lay back in bed, still fully clothes in his wet pants and hoodie. Tomorrow... He was going to figure out the mysterious message... Yeah, tomorrow. / @serpent-of-feathers , @xx-gold-n-sunshine-xx .

#serpent-of-feathers #serpentoffeathers #xx-gold-n-sunshine-xx #xxgoldnsunshinexx #[ FINALLY AFTER MONTHS I'M REPLYING TO THIS ]#[ wanted to be able to give a proper reply since hhhhhhh your writing is sO good I CANT ]#[ also - nnoitra DOES manage to make out the message when he's less sleepy xD ]#[ so now he can come visit her at work !! we need to make that a thread!! ]#[ thank you very much for sending this! ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.#talking shit. ╱ answers.#burn the city. ╱ main verse.#longpost //

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byanyan · 1 year ago

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@pareidolah sent:ㅤ[ COLD ]: while walking with the receiver, the sender secretly makes a snowball and throws it at them, initiating a full-on snowball fight. / luffy has a death wish

wintery promptsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤfailing to notice that luffy is no longer walking with them, their attention stuck firmly on surveying the other people in the park, byan continues along the path, eyes searching for any who may have prime pockets to pinch from. —that is, until a ball of snow hits the back of their head, halting them in their tracks with a startled jolt. hand raising to the spot of impact, they feel the chunks of snow that have gotten caught in their hair, cold and wet against the warmth of their bare fingers, and whirl around on their heel to confront their attacker.

ㅤ...an attacker who's looking far too pleased with himself for their liking.

they don't give him a chance to blink. rather than shout profanity at him, byan instead launches themself forward, sprinting full speed at their traitorous friend with an unreadable expression on their face. luffy turns and starts running, but it's already too late. before he can pick up any speed, they've caught up and lunged forth, arms wrapping around his torso as their body collides with his and sends them both toppling forward into the snow. unfazed, their fall cushioned by the dead man beneath them, byan pushes themself up to a seated position on luffy's back and, grabbing the back of his head none too gently with one hand, they thrust his face into the snow with a forceful shove, leaning over him to hold him in place.

ㅤㅤ" what was that? "ㅤthe question sounds oddly playful for the amount of aggression held in their actions, if also a bit mocking.ㅤ" you wanna know how long it takes for someone t' suffocate in the snow? well, why didn't y'just say so? "

as they continue to hold his head down, they collect a good amount of snow with their free hand, ignoring the way the cold bites at their skin.

ㅤㅤ" how 'bout we take a bet? i'm gonna say... three minutes. what d'you think? "ㅤobviously not waiting for an answer that they won't be able to understand, byan tugs at the collar of luffy's jacket, a few small pieces of snow falling free in the process which land along the back of his neck. then, with no further warning, the hand full of snow is jammed down the back of his coat, as well as the shirt underneath, and pressed hard against his bare back. simultaneously, they release their grip on his head, allowing him to come back up for air, albeit not without a solid smack for good measure.

ㅤㅤ" you're lucky we're in such a public place, "ㅤthey continue, the mocking lilt still present in their tone as they begin shovelling even more snow underneath his jacket,ㅤ" too many witnesses, 'n you're not worth the risk. but next time? you don't get off this easy. "

#pareidolah #pareidolah / luffy.#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain.#this is them playing i swear #when i say they only know how to play rough i'm not exaggerating #although luffy is getting hit a little harder just bc he DID start it smh #anyway i hope the chaotic sibling sort of energy comes through in this bc that's what i was going for

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tanglepelt · 2 years ago

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He must of blacked out at some point after his powers expelled out from him.

Not back in his so called prison room that vlad kept him in. No flying vultures telling him just to give in. Not the buzzing of the anti ecto curtains around “his” bed. All the better to keep his rouges away. For his own good.

Because of course it was. Not after ember tried to free him a month into his extended stay. All while staying strong and refusing to give in.

He wouldn’t let vlad rip his humanity out. Never again.

Dan would never happen.

He couldn’t let it.

The fruitloops own machines failed to keep his powers fully in. Yes he couldn’t escape. But the unsettling cold never went away. A reminder he still had powers.

So he never stopped trying. As fruitless as it seemed. Attempt after attempt. Only further frustrating the fruitloop.

Vlad never could stand the cold. Kill two birds with one stone and all.

Thus the new device on his ankle. All he felt was just emptiness. He couldn’t feel the cold. He could feel the build up. The entire time. Every second that passed the worse it felt. How he missed the cold.

Time passed. Playing nice. Following the rules.

Then the cold came back. Nothing like what he missed.

Harsher.

Painful.

Unbearable.

It was only felt by him. So he kept it hidden. A secret from the fruitloop. Something he mentally needed at keeping from his jailer.

His one opportunity had been the gala.

It must of worked. No anklet no painful chill. Just the buzz of his powers. Not being strapped down. No vultures. No fruitloop in sight.

He was on a bed. Not only that. He was warm? Warm!! in all the right ways. Toasty! All tucked away in the covers. Wait?!? Did someone tuck him in?

Oh.

Oh no.

He punched Bruce Wayne.

The Bruce Wayne.

He at least got permission.. that helps right.

The security guard. Was he okay. Did he freeze? Is he okay? He didn’t leave. Why didn’t he leave? He tired to warn him.

He didn’t actually want to go to jail.

“Ki-”

He didn’t know where he was. Where was he? Was he safe? No no no. He wasn’t going back! He couldn’t! Not again.

No more locks.

“Kid”

He had to get away. Anywhere. Not in a room. Not here. Vlad would find him. He had his ecto signature. The fruitloop we going to get him back. He couldn’t stay.

“KID, you need to breathe” someone pulled him into their arms. He didn’t feel trapped. “Masters isn’t gonna get you again”

Yes he would. He’d use his vultures. What if he hired skulker again.

“Kid. Masters is in a world of legal and magical trouble. Just breathe”

It was just to easy to listen to the voice. Just breath and calm down. Assurances that masters wouldn’t get him.

By the time he was calm he managed to get a look around. The room seemed so normal. Minus the figures in the room. It even had a window.

A snow storm happening right outside. The room didn’t work did it.

“Not at all” a different voice.

“I can fix it.” He could. It was his power. His ectoplasm in the air. “I just have to go outside”. Not true. But he wants to go outside. Just be free. Not locked in a room.

He’s pretty sure people were arguing. He didn’t care. To focused on the storm out the window.

Someone was shoving a jacket on him. Maybe they asked. He wasn’t paying attention. Mumbles bout frost bitten hands and it being cold outside.

Stepping outside was a breath of relief. The storm hating and fading. Unmeltable snow disappearing as if it had never been there before.

It hadn’t just been dark from the storm. But it was night. With the storm clear he was left with the night sky. Stars shining brightly.

Dc x dp 59

The nasty burger explosion goes off. The problem is Jack and Maddie put Vlad as their choice of guardian in the will.

Danny doesn’t manage to get away from Vlad quick enough. So he is stuck. Danny does manage to avoid the basement.

Vlad gets annoyed of Danny attempting to escape. All his current devices to restrict powers are temporary and need to be constantly re applied. So he comes up with a device that’s just cuts Danny completely off from his powers. Like the belt, just better and no shocking. In reality it basically doesn’t allow him to release his powers. Which is problematic for his core the power has no where to go.

Vlad thinks Danny had just accepted his fate and finally calmed down. Danny is just trying to keep his cool and not have his core explode or something.

They end up at a gala. Because of course they do. Regardless. Danny is in public.

It’s his time to act.

So while at the gala. He does what anyone who wants to get away would do. Danny manages to go up to you’ll never guess it. Bruce Wayne.

Going up to him asking him if he hypothetically punched him would he get kicked out. Just enough to hypothetically get away from a fruit loop trying to force him to be his son.

Obviously this leads to a punch and a getaway.

This then leads to a run in with a bat or bird. Someone gets to miss the last of the gala. By the end of the night Danny has full access to his powers and is away from Vlad.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #the anti meta room didn’t work #vlad had to completely come up with his own gizmo #Danny had an else moment

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bachirasbeloved · 2 years ago

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under the snowy sunrise

bachira x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1953

a/n: loml,,, this is so self indulgent but i love him sm help help help ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶) if there are any mistakes pretend u don't see them it's almost 2am and i spit this out super fast

tags: @keqism @astranne @stellumi

“-t snowed!”

you wake with a start, eyes squinting open to see the outline of a certain someone’s messy bed head in the dark. it takes you a moment to figure out what’s happening, and are slightly convinced you’re still dreaming until the words are repeated in your ear again.

“did you hear me? it snowed last night!”

as you adjust to the darkness of the room, you register the giddy look on his face as well as the words coming out of his mouth while he shakes you awake.

“it snowed, wake up,” bachira repeats a third time in a whisper yell while his hands push and shove at your shoulders. you groan and swing an arm over your eyes, torn between going back to sleep and getting up to entertain your very excited boyfriend.

“what time is it?” you grumble, finally sitting up and trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“almost 5, we can watch the sunrise too!”

tufts of his hair are sticking up in every direction and you can’t help but snort lightly at the sight, reaching a hand out to try and smooth some of it back down. bachira eagerly leans into your touch while your fingers carefully comb through the tangles, and you have to fight the intense urge to tug him into your chest and cuddle him back to sleep at the way he contentedly closes his eyes and hums.

when he reopens them and meets your gaze, he scrunches up his nose sticks out his tongue and you playfully shove him away before kicking your feet out from under the warm covers and stretching your arms over your head with a sigh.

“alright, let’s bundle up then.”

bachira lets out a small shout of victory while jumping out of bed with way too much energy for this early in the morning and skips over to your closet, already yanking coats off of hangers and tossing them on the floor by the time you make it to the other side of the room to him.

after the fifth jacket hits the ground, you finally make a move to grab for his hand before he can add another to a pile and he gives you a questioning glance at the action before following your line of sight down to the floor and giggling unapologetically.

“i think that’s enough,” you muse, kneeling down to ball them all up and lift them onto the bed.

you leave bachira to sort out the jackets while you migrate over to your dresser and dig out a couple pairs fuzzy socks, gloves, one pair of earmuffs, and a scarf that’s long enough for the both of you to share if you huddle close enough together.

he’s already zipping up a puffer coat over the two sweatshirts he had just put on underneath when you return to his side, and you huff out a breath of laughter because you already know he won’t be able to bend down to put his shoes and socks on with the way he’s practically being swallowed up by the articles of clothing.

you tell him to take one of the sweatshirts off first, to which he begrudgingly complies, and quickly strips out of the bigger coat to pull one of the hoodies over his head. you take it from him after he passes it over to you and tug it on before throwing a second coat over it and toss him a pair of the socks and gloves you had grabbed.

bachira is nearly vibrating with excitement next to you while he tugs on his boots and laces them up, and quickly grows impatient with the amount of time it’s taking you to do so.

“c’mon hurry up,” he whines, rocking back and forth on his feet while you work on tightening your own laces. “we’re gonna miss it- here let me do it.”

as soon as he realizes you’re struggling he mutters a soft, “oh.” and crouches down in front of you to help with the stubborn strings, working on your right shoe while you do the left. with your teamwork, it takes less than a minute before you’re both properly suited up for the cold and ready to go outside.

you reach up to place the pair of earmuffs on bachira’s head before he can take off towards the front door, and the appreciative smile he sends you makes your stomach do the annoyingly little flip that it always does around him. even after all the time you spend together, it’s impossible not to be affected by how cute he is.

grabbing your hand firmly, he pulls you down the hall and fumbles to unlock the door before swinging it open and dragging you after him into the freezing morning air.

soft, powdery snow lays a few inches deep on the ground everywhere, glowing softly underneath the streetlights that illuminate the road in the dark. the sun still hasn’t risen yet, and the tranquil silence of a snowy morning stirs a warm feeling of nostalgia that billows out with the condensation of your breath into the icy air.

next to you, bachira is taking in the same view, yellow eyes swimming with fascination as he gapes like he’s never seen snow before despite all of the stories he has of him and his mom sledding down hills and making families of snowmen at the park.

you follow after him down the front steps and watch with a smile and slight exasperation as he lets go of your hand and starts shuffling around in the snow, kicking it up everywhere and leaving abstract tracks in his wake. he’s laughing softly all the while, and as soon as you give in and approach him he’s grabbing both of your gloved hands in his and pulling you around in an uncoordinated dance while you make a total mess out of the snow in your driveway.

his gleeful laughter eventually mixes with yours as you slide around in tandem, the once white snow under your feet turning gray and sludgy from all of the movement. bachira’s cheeks and nose are stained pink from the frost bitten air and your heart clenches fondly because of it.

the sky is just beginning to lighten with the first hints of sunlight when you both finally stop to catch your breath, and when he notices bachira gasps and leads you over to the yard that’s still blanketed by a perfect layer of untouched snow.

he pauses with his hands on his hips and stares down at it for a moment. he’s lost in thought for just long enough, that unbeknownst to him, you had scooped up a handful of clean snow from the ground and packed it tightly into a ball that remains hidden in your fist when he turns to look at you.

“do you think we could lay in the snow and watch the sun come up? or would that be too cold?” he asks with a raised brow. instead of answering, you fake a shocked expression and use your free hand to point across the street.

“woah, look!” at your sudden outburst, bachira whips his his around and looks in the direction you’re pointing. within an instant, you wind your arm back and swing forward with just enough force that the snowball explodes against his shoulder and startles him.

when he turns around with the same shocked expression as before, he looks at his shoulder, then your empty snow covered glove, and when meets your eyes a wide, mischievous smile spreads across his face and you know you’re really in for it now at the determined spark in his eyes.

“oh, it’s on.” he declares, shaking his head at your proud grin.

the quiet, peaceful morning is quickly interrupted by the muffled impact of snowballs and peals of laughter from the two of you as a snowball fight commences right in front of your house.

bachira, the cheater, keeps ducking behind your neighbors car so that the snowballs smack against the windshield whenever you miss and you swear one of these days he’s going to get you in so much trouble-

at one point while he’s hiding behind the front of the car - likely making a pile of snowballs to rapid fire at you and assuming you’re on the other side doing the same - you sneak around behind the vehicle and hurl another one at the poor unsuspecting boy’s back who shouts in surprise and whirls around to start pummeling you with the ammo he packed together in a hurry.

you turn away and hold your hands up to protect your head as they come flying at you, not hitting hard enough to hurt but just hard enough that the snow explodes back into powder on impact and gets into your hair and the open collar of your jacket.

“okay, okay- you win!” you hardly manage to get the words out through the laughter, but the snowballs eventually stop and when you cautiously peek out from behind your arms, bachira is beaming back at you, happiness practically radiating off of him in waves. your hands itch to grab at his cheeks and shower him with kisses, but the sky had grown significantly lighter in the time you two spent throwing snow at each other and you know it’s only a matter of minutes before the sunrise starts.

brushing yourself off as best you can, you follow bachira back over to your front lawn and copy him as he flips his hood up to cover the back of his head and lays down in the snow, settling in right against his side. he pulls his left glove off and searches for your hand to do the same before intertwining your fingers with his own and shoving them in his pocket to stay warm.

“oh, wait!” you start and sit up to dig the striped yellow scarf out of your inside pocket.

using one hand, you unravel it and wrap part of it around your neck before reaching over to wrap it around bachira’s and laying back down next to him, satisfied with your work. the scarf lays over the both of you, tying you together as you lay side by side in the snow.

“look!” bachira whispers breathlessly. the first rays of sun have finally breached the horizon, tiny beams of light scatter out from behind the trees and reflect off of the snow like tiny crystals. the warmth of it against your skin is more than welcome as you gaze up at the soft blue and pink sky in awe. you squeeze your boyfriend’s hand once which he returns without hesitation, an action that says, “yeah, i’m seeing this too,” without breaking the silence.

your chest swirls with a happiness that warms you up from head to toe, causing a dopey grin to break out across your face from ear to ear. moments like this, with bachira at your side under a breathtaking sky, never get old. when you turn your head to the side to see his reaction, bachira is already looking at you with a soft expression, admiration written all over his face while a split splits his cheeks at the sight of you.

there are so many things you want to say, yet no words will ever be able to properly convey how you feel in this moment, and he must feel the same because he gives your hand another squeeze that you’re quick to return. you stare at each other quietly for a few more seconds before looking back up towards the colorful sky to watch the night melt away into dawn.

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i-cant-sing · 3 years ago

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Yandere RE8: TRP Part 4

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"Uhh... hello?"

You looked at the woman standing in the stairs. She was wearing a dark veil that matched the rest of her outfit- oh shit, that's a funeral outfit.

I really did pick a bad time to come here, didn't I? She's in mourning, she sees an intruder, and her day went from bad to worst. Yep, she's gonna kill me.

You took one look at the woman and then at all the possible exits: the doors- no, they'd be too heavy to move and what if they're locked? The window- but I'd have to jump out and just because it looks cool in movies to jump through glass, doesn't mean it'll work, Y/n.

So, the only option was to eliminate the threat. Or maybe... defuse it.

"This is your doll, right?" You asked, pointing at the doll, judging by the lace designs on both of their dresses. The woman didn't reply. "It looks like its been... used a lot. To be honest, she's very different than most dolls I've seen, definitely a lot more spookier." You nervously giggled, hoping she didn't mind. "But... she looks like she's been loved. A lot. Despite being broken from a lot of places, someone still took their time to fix her." You smiled sadly, remembering your own doll that Mia had ripped. "Wish I had someone like that. To sew up the wounds and fix them."You mumbled, not really sure if you were talking about your doll or yourself.

"Your doll, she's- she's very pretty. My sister would've liked her." You began. "Which is why I'm here. My family, we were in an accident- I know it was wrong of me to come here without permission, but I need to find my sister, Rose and my father, Ethan." You took a step closer. "They both of have blonde hair. Rose, my sister, she's just 6 months old. She was dressed in a baby pink onesie, bundled up in a blanket. My father, Ethan, he's about this tall and has big blue eyes. I think he was wearing a jacket, with blue denim jeans. H-have you seen them?" You asked, eyes full of hope and voice laced with eagerness.

Please, please let her have seen them. God, please.

Unsurprisingly, the woman didn't reply, but she did turn her head towards the left window. You didn't know whether she was telling you to get out of her house or signalling that they are out there, but you knew you had to leave.

Nodding, you slowly walked towards the window, your heart beating faster as you prayed that this wasn't some sort of trap, hoping she wouldn't attack you from behind because that would be like... really shitty.

But you left the house unharmed, and without looking back at the window because you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the forrest once again, thankful that the sun had finally came out.

Where are you guys?

You had been walking for a couple of hours now, the sun had been a bit warmer today, which was good since you hated the snow that surrounded you now. You looked at the map, tracing the path to your new destination. The Salvatore reservoir. It seemed like it would take you a day's journey to get there, and you sure as hell weren't seeing any lake in sight.

God, when will this nightmare end?

You decided to sit on a stone and take some much needed rest. Your feet ached from all the walking, and your calves were cramping. You rolled your head, popping it from the side, before taking off the rifle that had been weighing down, stretching out your arms. Digging through the little back pack you bought from Duke, you pulled out a thermos of coffee and twinkie. You don't know how or where he got it, but Duke had filled your bag with a couple of snacks; saying its for his loyal customer.

So, here you sat, in the middle of the snowy woods, eating a twinkie and drinking a lukewarm coffee. Both didn't taste good, but they're gonna keep you alive so, no complaining.

After drinking the coffee, you rested your head against a tree, recalling last nights events as you waited for the caffeine to kick in.

You tried to make sense of what happened when you got... locked in the basement. You thought you had forgotten about her, Angel. Guess not.

Wait- didn't that lady lock me in the basement? Maybe, she didn't look very hostile, her creepy doll looked scarier than she did.

You laughed at the irony. You always made fun of the horror movies where the family would become so attached to the most horrifying doll, and you'd scream at their stupidity, And yet here you were, falling for the cliche as you found comfort in that creepy doll.

Man, I'm really losing it here.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to come up with the next plan. But the warm coffee had lulled you right to sleep, which was dangerous but you were too tired to care.

Just for a couple of minutes...

You woke up to the sound of growling and heavy steps. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had definitely slept for far longer than a few minutes. But that was not of concern at the moment. No, it was the source of the growling that had woken you up.

Just about 40 feet away from you were lycans. Plural. Not one, not two, but 5 lycans, and one of them was a really big one.

You held your breath as you watched them wander around; they hadn't spotted you yet, and if you stayed quiet, you hoped they would just go away.

Stilling yourself as much as you could, you watched them with wide eyes. One of them started to walk in your direction, it wasn't looking at you, which meant that it hadn't seen you, but he would if he kept on walking this way.

God, I know we haven't been on good terms, but like c'mon, you gotta give me a break. Please, I love you? Come on, you know this is not how I want to go.

You sent a silent prayer, and perhaps it worked, since the lycan suddenly turned the other way, joining its pack as they started walking deeper into the woods.

Slowly, you began to gather up your things, silently shoving them in your bag, one eye on the lycans and the other one making sure that you don't accidentally drop something that'd cause noise.

Fortunately, you didn't. You swung the bag over your shoulder, and took a step forward, careful not to step on any twigs.

Maybe God did love me. All that time in church-

THWACK!

You jumped back as a huge sheet of snow fell from the trees in front of you. You whipped your head towards the monsters and they all had stopped dead in their tracks. Slowly, one of them turned and if they hadn't heard the snow fall, they'd definitely heard the way your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Then, it growled.

Motherfucker.

You pulled out your gun just as the two of them began running your way. With a quick jump to the side, you dodged them and shot them two times each. Hearing your gun fire, the other two began running your way too, while the larger one stayed behind as it watched. This time, as you shot one of them, the other managed to kick you in the chest hard, throwing you against the rock. Luckily, you didn't hit your head, as you rolled and shot it dead.

Spitting out the blood, you looked back at the last lycan who had already started running your way. You began loading up your gun with trembling hands, but just as you aimed, the lycan took a giant leap and knocked the gun out of your hand.

Fuck.

The giant grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up high before throwing you across the ground. You wheezed, scrambling up to your feet as you began running away from it, its heavy steps following you. It roared angrily behind you, and that only made you ignore the burning pain in your chest as you ran faster.

But of course, God had decided to make you live a cliche horror movie, because you tripped over a fucking branch, making you fall on your stomach. You flipped over instantly, and saw your nightmare come true as the lycan jumped on you.

On pure reflex, you punched it square in the face, which you doubted hurt it more than it hurt you, if anything, the monster was momentarily perplexed, but that was enough for you to slip from under it.

But you were only able to take a few steps away when it suddenly grabbed you by your neck and lifted you up again, snarling as it began opening its mouth, revealing its razor-sharp teeth at you.

God, if you're hearing this, I'm converting to atheism because I did not need this today.

Looking at the horrifying lycan, you prayed one last time before you were eaten by it. Surprisingly, your life did not flash before your eyes, which you were kinda grateful for because you did not need to relive that before your death.

But that moment didn't came. No, what came were familiar moans of pain, and then the sound of a drill, followed by blood splattering on your face as the lycan was sliced vertically from the head to the toe by the aforementioned drill.

The lycan fell to the ground, revealing the pair of soldats that killed them and behind them a smirking Heisenberg, who rested against a tree, tipping his hat at you.

You were far too shocked to say anything, and after a few seconds, the man walked over to you, blocking the view of his monstrous creations just mutilating the lycans.

"So... that was a bit traumatising." He started, chuckling at your stunned face. "You okay, kid?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck-

"Yeah." You took his hand, and he helped you up. You groaned at the pain, touching the tender side around the chest where the lycan had hit you. Yeah, you probably broke a rib.

Heisenberg helped you sit down on a tree stump. "Hmm, that bastard kicked you hard didn't it." Wait- "But that was a phenomenal punch you threw at it. Nearly made me burst out laughing."

"You were watching? Why the fuck didn't you come in before!"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you could really handle yourself- which you were pretty good at, but then you lost your gun and it was kinda an unfair match from there on." He pulled out some pills from his coat. "i was just passing by when I saw those lycans moving away. Thats when I pushed the tree which made snow sheet fall and you know the rest from there on."

Your eyes went wide. "You did that on purpose? What the shit, Heisenberg-?! Fuck." You doubled over in pain, clutching your ribs, heaving.

"Shh, stay still, kid. Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." You eyed the bottle before popping two in your mouth. Hey, if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have saved me from the lycan. "I just wanted to see if you were worth the trouble, and as it turns out, you are."

"You didn't have to almost kill me to see that. And now I've lost my gun. And I don't have any money to buy a new one. I doubt Duke gives freebies." You huffed out.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes. "God, you sure do whine a lot. Here-" He dropped a tiny pouch in your lap. "There's some coins in there. That should be enough to buy you a new gun. And for fucks sake, get a gun with more rounds! You don't have time to be loading a gun mid battle." He huffed. "So, where are you going now?"

You rolled your head from side to side. "Well, I went to the Beneviento house. Didn't find Ethan or Rose there. Now, I'm going to the lake."

"The lake? Huh, well if you survived Donna, then Moreau should be a piece of cake. You got the map? Let me show you the short cut, it's not far from here." You gave him the map and he showed you the directions.

"Where are you going then?"

"Mother Miranda called. Don't worry, I'll keep our meeting a secret." He then nodded at you. "Alright, I'm off now."

"Wait!" Your voice stopped him. "I don't know when I'll see Duke again. And I don't have gun, so what if another pack of lycans come?"

Heisenberg slumped his shoulders as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I gotta do everything by myself." He dog whistled and one of the soldats stopped maiming the lycan and ran to Heisenberg. "From now on, you're gonna listen to her."The soldat looked at you and nodded. "If she tells you to kill, you kill. If she tells you to die, you die. Follow her around and keep her safe." The soldat nodded. Then Heisenberg turned to you. "He's already dead, so don't worry about throwing him in danger. Oh and also, just take him into the sun every once in a while so that his engine can recharge. You'll know when he needs the sun."

You were baffled. "Wait, Heisenberg- how the- what the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Figure it out, kid. Think of him as a guard dog."

You looked at the soldat then at Heisenberg's retreating form, then back at the soldat.

"So..." The soldat stared at you. "You got a name?"

"Handsome." You nodded to yourself as you trudged, using the soldat's arm to support yourself. "That's what I'm gonna call you. Handsome. What do you think?"

The soldat was wearing a metal contraption over its eyes, so you couldn't really tell what it was feeling.

"Well, you don't seem to have any complaints, so from now on, you'll respond to the name "Handsome". Do you understand?"

The soldat nodded.

You laughed. God, the pain meds were either making me stupid or everything else funnier.

You looked at the map again. Just a couple of more minutes and then a right turn. And then you should see the lake- god, this map was confusing as hell.

"So..." you wondered what you should ask the cyborg. Oh right. "You seen Ethan? Blonde man, crazy big eyes. Or a baby, Rose?" The man shook his head no.

Sigh. What else could I ask him? What about how did he die? No, what if that's triggering? I can't handle a Terminator right now. And I don't think I should ask him about his past or anything that'll cause him to have a existential crisis. Ah! I've got it!

"Hey, how do you see?"

The soldat looks down at you for a few seconds then points at his metal contraption.

Wait- is that sarcasm?

You scoff. "Of course, you see with your eyes! I meant, with the whole metal thingy covering them, how do you- oh, there's this vision specs in them."

You smiled. "Hey, you're kinda like Cyclops, yknow-" you were cut off as Handsome suddenly pushed you to the ground, turning on his drill.

"Wait, shit- you don't have to be Cyclops! We can talk this out-" but Handsome was focusing on something else, and that's when you saw it. Two lycans.

Handsome ran and easily maimed them to pieces, I mean, you had to look away from the horrific scene midway.

The soldat returned five minutes later, covered in blood. He extended his hand and you reluctantly took it, letting him support you as you began walking again, your heart still beating like crazy.

But you calmed down when you finally reached the lake, the setting sun gave serene feel to the entire reservoir. You inhaled deeply before looking at Handsome. "Lets go down there." You pointed at the lake.

You were both sitting at the wooden broadwalk, your legs hanging off the ledge. You looked at the water, it wasn't crystal clear, but you could see some fishes swimming around, so at least it wasn't dangerous to life. You looked at Handsome, then at his drill and you realised he was still covered in blood. "Lets get you cleaned up, hm?" You said, pulling out a rag from your bag and dipping it in the cold water below. You began with cleaning up his drill, then dipping the rag back in cold water and cleaning his chest and his other arm.

"Good job back there, Handsome."You smiled as Handsome nodded. "Heisenberg was right, you are kinda like a dog. Hmm, I wonder if..." You tested your theory as you petted him on the head. "Good job, Handsome!" But the soldat only tilted its head in confusion.

"Hmm, perhaps not." You cupped the cold water in your hands and washed your own face, You looked at your reflection in the water. "You wanna go for a swim? I don't mind." Handsome shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of swimming either."

Handsome stared at you. You scoffed. "Oh so you pretend you don't understand what I say, but you want to hear the story? Fine, but I'm only telling you because it might be important later."

You both stared at the water as you began your story. "Well, when I was 15, I had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was at this rich girl's house and I knew she didn't like me, but I was surprised when she had invited me to her place. Yes, a red flag I should've seen from miles ago, but I was young and dumb and desperate to climb the highschool social hierarchy." You chuckled. "Anyways, long story short, one of the guys there pushed me into the pool because I don't know if they thought it was funny to see me drown? By some luck, I managed to grab onto the pool ledge and pull myself up. I immediately left the party, embarrassed and cold and on the verge of breaking down. Then on the way back home, there was this car following me and then some weirdo catcalled me and tried to get me in his car. Now, scared for my life because I watched a lot of Criminal Minds, I ran all the way home, praying that he leaves me alone. I think he stopped when he saw a Range Rover following him, but I don't know. I just rushed back home." You sighed. "You know what happened next? I bursted through the front door, slamming it shut and I turn around to see my dad in the living room, looking surprised to see me. He stood up and looked me up and down and then said, "Y/n? You're drenched completely. And you're messing up the floor. You know what? Mia's in the bathroom right now, why don't you go upstairs and I'll clean up here. You know how she gets when there's water on the wood." And I was just so shocked, that I didn't say anything and went back upstairs. Once I was in the shower, that's when I broke down crying. I almost drowned, almost got kidnapped and my father was worried about me messing up the wooden floor? Hell, he didn't even ask me why I was coming home at midnight." Your tears fell into the lake, making small ripples. You chuckled, "God, I always wondered how tired he must've been from work that day to ignore all these visible signs of distress. I always hated his job, you know? They made him work way too much." You looked at Handsome who was looking at the lake. "Anywho, now you know I can't swim so, save me if I fall into this lake, okay?" He nodded.

You guys sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a question popped up in your mind. "Handsome?" He turned his head towards you, only to see a mischievous smile on your face. "Are you seeing someone?" The man turned his back to the lake, making you laugh. "Ahh, so you like someone. Tell me, is it someone from the village?" The man further turned his head away from you in embarrassment. "Oh come on, tell me! Is it a girl?" He nodded reluctantly, making you punch his arm. "You dog! Does she know?" Handsome shook his head, making you smile. "Tell you what? As a payback for saving me back there, I'll help you get her. I'll be your wingman, Handsome, hm?" He nodded a bit enthusiastically.

"We all deserve good things, Handsome. No matter how we look, or what we are, these things don't really define one's self worth. Its our intentions, you know?" Handsome didn't know, but he nodded anyways.

"Good. Now, lets go check out this place. Keep an eye out for Ethan and Rose, okay?" You told him, not knowing someone was already watching the two of you.

So... thought?

What did you guys think about Handsome? I'm gonna post a pic of him soon if you guys want.

Part 5 is here.

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hispipsqueak · 4 years ago

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Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy.

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him.

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement.

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed.

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on.

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before.

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure. After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat.

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush.

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit.

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity.

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent.

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you.

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles.

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…” He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

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