#sorry if any of these tags are wrong i’m genuinely not well brother

[desaturate-worlds]

what if whenever wade breaks the fourth wall logan is just like man he’s really committed to this bit of pretending to interact with a camera like he’s on the office

[warping-realities]

All For The Family - Final

TJ was frozen, his heart poundin' like a jackhammer while he tried to wrap his head around what was goin' on. The cop, Lucas Harding, looked genuinely worried, and that made TJ feel all kinds of uneasy. He glanced over at RJ, who was visibly jittery too. The tension in the air was thicker than molasses, and all eyes were on him.

“Officer Harding, I… I don’t… know... your brother,” TJ stammered, his voice shaky.

Lucas shot him a look, suspicion flashin' in his eyes. “You sure? You got no idea where he might be?”

“Honestly, no… I don’t… I’m sorry… I’ve never seen him.” TJ replied, feelin' a knot twistin' in his gut, even though he couldn't figure out why. He looked around, searchin' for support in the familiar faces.

“If y’all can help me find him...,” Lucas pressed, pullin' out his phone. “Here, check out his picture.” He said handing TJ a cell phone whose screen was filled with the image of a skinny young blond man, very similar to Lucas Harding himself. But instead of the impression of a dangerously fast animal that the police officer gave with his lean and toned muscles, the brother seemed to TJ just… meek.

“Sorry, I don’t… I don’t remember him,” TJ said, feelin' a bit embarrassed. He felt the pressure buildin' in his chest. What in tarnation was wrong here?

Meanwhile, Debra and Mrs. Abernathy exchanged quick glances, whisperin' low between themselves, tryin' not to draw attention.

Roy, on the other hand, seein' the worry etched on his kids' faces, stepped up, standin' next to TJ and throwin' a giant arm over the broad shoulders of the young man, givin' him a solid, protective presence. “Officer Harding,” he started, his voice low and authoritative, “I don’t reckon you got any reason to be here. What goes down on my property is none of your business, and if there ain't no proof that your brother was here, I suggest you leave.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Roy's attitude. “I understand your position, Mr. Abernathy, but as an officer, it’s my duty to ensure the safety and well-being of my brother. And the last word I got from him was that he was headin' this way.”

“I get your concern, but I can't allow you to go snoopin' around my land without a good reason. If you're so keen, I suggest you come back with a warrant!” Roy shot back, his voice steady but with a firmness that made it clear he wasn’t budgin'.

At that moment, Marisa chimed in, her expression resolute. "Roy, darling, maybe I can help. Officer Harding, if you really feel it's necessary, I can tag along with you to search the outskirts of the farm.”

Everyone turned to her, surprised by the offer. Roy tried to protest, but Marisa was set in her ways. “I think this is the best route, Roy. Let’s just check the nearby areas; it might ease everyone's mind.”

“All right, ma’am,” Lucas said, relieved by Marisa's willingness. “I really appreciate your help. Let’s head out together; maybe we can find a lead.”

Marisa nodded and turned to the kids. “Y’all stay put and keep an eye on the house. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, and you don’t need to tag along.” With one last look at Roy, who still seemed reluctant but held his ground. Marisa turned back to Lucas and led him toward the barn. “Let’s start here,” she suggested, walkin' with determination and a cheeky smile playin' on her lips.

She guided Lucas into the barn, the fresh country air contrastin' sharply with the tension hangin' between them. As soon as they stepped inside, the soft light of the evening spilled over the space, revealin' a bunch of tools and equipment. In the corner sat the red Mustang that Ryan and RJ had been workin' on. Marisa stopped, pointin' at the car with a playful look. "You were right, officer, your brother was here. But, unfortunately, he ain't with us anymore."

“What’d y’all do to him?”

“Just some upgrades, like the old car of my boys.”

“I ain't followin'…”

“Oh, men, what y’all don’t understand could fill up encyclopedias.”

“You’re not makin’ sense, woman. Where’s my brother?”

“Your brother is out there, and at the same time, he ain't. Just like this car is and isn’t his.”

“You're crazy!” Lucas shot back.

“Men call it crazy what they can't wrap their heads around, Officer Harding. I’ve been misunderstood my whole life, until I decided to take the reins myself.”

“Ma’am, quit the ramblin', where’s Brian? If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to take you in!”

“How can you, when you're the one that's trapped?”

“What the hell are you talkin' about? Enough of this!” The man exclaimed, tryin' to move but findin' himself stuck. “What the hell is this?”

“Just a little safety measure, officer. Now what am I gonna do with you? You weren’t in my plans. A new kid to help with the plowin' and harvestin’, a shark less tryin' to bite into my family, that’d be perfect. But who’d have thought the worthless Brian would have a brother so tied to him... unlike him with you, the kid forgot about you quick as a flash, didn’t he?”

“What’s goin' on, let me go, you witch!”

“Oh, there’s that nasty word. I am a witch, just like my mom and her mom before her. But y’all made us this way. I tried to fight to live away from it. Thought I found love, but that good-for-nothin' was gonna ditch me and my daughter, the worthless. So I had to do what my mama and so many others in our family did. I took the scrap I had on hand and created something better, much better. My Roy, a real man, like he oughta be. To take care of me and Debra. Then when she was grown, I had to do it again, that filthy boy, daring to deflower my little one and leave her? I could’ve made him crawl, turned him into the worm he was, but no, in my kindness, I rewarded him. RJ, the son every mom would want, and I love him like only a mother knows how, and the same goes for TJ—how could I not love him? I created him with my own hands!!! And now we got you, Lucas! What to do with you? You’re a risk in many ways. Brian was a conscious choice, see, the biggest issue with most men is their foolishness. But some are truly dangerous; there are still those who hunt women like me, and that’s another reason I need to surround myself with strong, capable men. And also the reason I use so little of my powers. I could’ve sorted our financial situation long ago, but I can’t draw too much attention; many of my sisters got caught just for flauntin' undue riches while others for usin' too much of the gifts our Great Mother gives us. And now you show up and put me in a tight spot. But there’s no way around it; I’m gonna have to take a chance.” The woman concluded with a maniacal grin, while a wave of energy swirled around her.

Lucas, on his end, mustered all his willpower and managed to break the spell for a few moments, takin' a few hesitant steps before bein' hit squarely by the concentrated power of the woman.

Lucas found himself in the dim light of the barn, his skinny silhouette castin' a long shadow against the wooden beams. He’d always been the lean type, the kind of cop who relied on agility instead of brute strength. Frozen, he felt the air weighin' down with that strange energy. Marisa, now wrapped in shadows cast by golden sparks, was watchin' him closely, her eyes glimmerin' with mischief.

As Lucas took a deep breath, he felt a weird tingle runnin' through his body. It started in his arms, where he felt his muscles contractin' as if they had a mind of their own. The sensation spread like wildfire, ignitin' every fiber of his being. His frame started expandin', growin' taller and wider, while layers of muscle surged to envelop him. His arms, once toned but not really muscular, thickened up, his biceps swellin' like cannonballs, and his shoulders broadened, givin' him a formidable presence.The witch's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the transformation.

Lucas felt the heat radiatin' from his chest as his pecs inflated, creatin' a powerful, chiseled torso. The uniform he wore strained against his growin' physique, the seams threatenin' to burst as his body morphed into a real giant. He desperately tried to escape, but it felt like he was glued to the barn floor, disbelief settlin' in as he watched the changes unfold.

His thighs expanded, stretchin' his pants until they felt like a second skin, and his calves hardened, turnin' muscular and defined. The feeling was overwhelming but strangely pleasurable, an intense mix of power and confusion. Lucas instinctively flexed his arms, watchin' the veins snake across his skin, pulsin' with his heartbeat.

When he turned to face the witch, he felt a low growl risin' in his throat, a deep, imposing sound he’d never made before. All he wanted was to attack. The witch, seein' all that rage, just smiled, clearly satisfied with the transformation she had orchestrated, which was nearing its end, as sparks swirled around the face of the man caught between anger and confusion. Until that face suddenly become a blur. In that instant, an intense pressure settled in his skull, causin' memories, feelings, and his very identity to suffer a blow so strong that everything turned to a blank void. When the blur faded, it revealed a face with a square jaw and a prominent chin, framed by a respectable mustache. There were full lips that, with frequent smiles, would reveal pearly white teeth. The change in his face was striking; the features that once hinted at a possibly obsessive and controlling person now looked friendly, yet also striking and commanding. His big, expressive eyes shone with a friendly glimmer, but at the slightest provocation, they would fill with fierce determination to protect those he swore to defend. The confused expression gave way to a confident stance, as his facial muscles adjusted, creatin' a visage that radiated strength and masculinity, breakin' into a strangely shy smile for a man of his size.

“Oh, Levi, darling. I’m flattered you spoke to me first; I know Roy can be intimidatin’, but he’s known you your whole life, kid. It ain’t been few times you’ve helped out on the farm, right? And if marryin' you is Debra's wish, he’ll surely give you her hand.” Marisa said, makin' Levi’s shy smile widen. That made Marisa feel immensely satisfied with herself. She knew Debra was a bit ticked off with that solution, but over time, just like Marisa herself, she understood it was necessary for the good of the family she had built. Knowin' that, she returned the smile, though this one was of relief and accomplishment for once again turnin' a problem into an asset.

….

Levi strode into the Abernathy kitchen with firm steps, the massive frame of his body fillin' the wide doorway. The familiar aroma of Mrs. Abernathy's kitchen enveloped him, a mix of homemade bread and fresh coffee that always made him feel at home.

He found TJ leanin' against the kitchen counter, shirtless, drinkin' a beer from a big mug. The sunlight pourin' in through the window highlighted the contours of TJ’s defined muscles, sweat still glistenin' on his skin after a long day of hard work out in the fields.

When he saw Levi, TJ furrowed his brow for a brief moment. Somethin' felt a bit off, like he was tryin' to remember a skinnier man, someone he had a vague memory of. But when Levi broke into a wide grin and said, "Roy said I can marry Debra," that strange feelin' that somethin' was wrong disappeared fast, replaced by a wave of happiness for his friend.

“You're serious, man? That’s awesome!” TJ exclaimed, droppin' the mug on the counter and walkin' over to hug Levi with genuine enthusiasm. The embrace between the two was more than just a show of friendship; it was a confirmation of the new bond they shared, a brotherhood forged in hard work and mutual support.

“It’s true, and I was thinkin’, TJ, I’d like you to be my best man,” Levi said, his voice ringin' with sincerity.

TJ was momentarily speechless, surprised and honored by the invitation. He hesitated, not ‘cause he didn’t want to, but ‘cause the emotion of the moment caught him off guard. “Best man? Dude, I don’t know what to say…”

“If you don’t want to, I’ll just ask RJ,” Levi joked, winkin' at TJ.

“Oh, fuck you!” TJ shot back with a laugh, givin' Levi a light punch on the arm. “Of course I’ll do it! It’d be an honor, bro.” He replied, not knowin' how close and far from the truth that statement really was.

…

The next mornin', the sun shone bright, lightin' up the Abernathy kitchen. RJ and TJ were at the breakfast table, both shirtless, laughin' and chattin' excitedly about what else they needed to do to get the Mustang ready.

“Dude, if we can wrap this up by next weekend, we gotta take a spin around town and show that car off to the girls. Just imagine their faces when they see us rollin' out in a classic like that!” RJ said, his eyes shinin' with excitement.

“Absolutely! We gotta seize the moment, right? After all, the first one in the group is gettin' hitched…” TJ replied, swallowin' a hard-boiled egg whole in one bite.

“Bro! The bachelor party! We gotta plan somethin' epic! You know how it is, bro, Levi deserves a good party. Somethin' he'll never forget!” RJ commented, noddin' his head enthusiastically.

While the two were talkin', the kitchen door swung open and Levi strolled in, cheerful and shirtless, a wide grin plastered on his face. He looked as if he was radiatin' energy, like the day was in tune with his spirit.

“Good mornin’, fellas! Y’all still hibernatin’ in here?” Levi joked, crossin' the kitchen and headin' straight for the coffee pot.

“And what? You sleep well on the couch?” RJ shot back, with a cheeky grin.

“Pff, you think a hard couch could take me down? Takes more than that to knock me out!” Levi replied, fillin' his mug with coffee and turnin' to the brothers.

“Maybe next time we oughta put you to sleep in the barn, to make sure you don’t get any ideas about sleepin' with our sister before the wedding!” TJ joked, winking.

Levi burst out laughin', holdin' the mug tight. “Oh, don’t you worry about that! I ain't that easy! Debra's gonna need a whole lotta effort to corrupt my pure soul.” He said with a wink. “And look who’s talkin', why couldn’t I have some fun in the barn? Especially knowin' what you boys have done in there! You’ve always been a bad influence!”

The three shared a laugh, the vibe light and filled with camaraderie. The time they spent together as childhood friends was now transformin' into family bonds, somethin' that would tie them even closer.

“Yeah, my pals, looks like we’re finally takin' on real responsibilities, but I’m glad to be startin' my family by joinin' yours, for real,” Levi said, lookin' back and forth between them, his smile turnin' serious. “I’m truly grateful to have y’all by my side.”

“And we’re grateful you’re here, Levi. You’re part of our family now. No matter what happens, we’ll always stick together,” TJ replied, feelin' an emotion wash over him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

RJ nodded, “Exactly! We’re in this together! Now, let’s talk about the bachelor party, ‘cause I’ve already got some ideas and none of 'em involve the barn, though it could have a couch and plenty of girls!”

….

Later, before the men headed out to work in the fields, Roy and Marisa were out on the porch, watchin' their kids as they got ready for another day of work. The morning sun lit up the space, makin' the young faces glow with excitement. RJ and TJ were loadin' farming tools into the truck bed, laughin' and chattin' animatedly about the plans for the day.

“Look at how happy they are, honey,” Marisa said, a satisfied smile spreadin' across her face. “It’s wonderful to see them like this.”

“Yeah, they’ve turned into real men, ready to take on the responsibility of the farm. And havin' Levi in the family just makes it all the stronger,” Roy replied, with a proud look.

Marisa nodded, her eyes shinin'. “It’s good to know Debra found someone who respects and values her. And, more importantly, who’s gonna add to the family.”

Roy nodded, watchin' Levi and Debra from a distance. The couple was talkin' in a soft and respectful tone. The way Levi looked at Debra, with care and admiration, made Roy's heart swell with joy. “It’s a good start for them. And havin' a lawman in the family is always a bonus. He can help protect what we’ve built here.”

“Exactly,” Marisa replied, wrapping her arms around Roy, seekin' his warmth. “And not just that; he cares for Debra and all of us. It’s a blessing to have him around.”

The two stayed quiet for a moment, watchin' the kids and their future son-in-law. Marisa found herself reflectin' on her choices and how much her life and family stemmed from them. As she watched, the happiness and unity were palpable, and Marisa didn’t give a hoot that the path to all that involved manipulatin' reality itself.

“I’m so happy, Roy,” Marisa said, lookin' into her husband’s eyes. “We did a good job.”

“Yeah, honey.” Roy pulled her closer, envelopin' her in a tender embrace. “I know the work was all yours, but I’m thankful for what you’ve given me, and I’ll always be.”

The two lingered like that for a few moments, enjoyin' the fruits of their labor. But the work wouldn’t wait, and soon Roy said his goodbyes to his wife and headed off to meet the boys.

Debra walked past her mom with a huffy expression, and Marisa couldn’t resist a little jab. “For someone who was so upset with my decisions, you sure seem to be enjoyin' the end results, don’t ya think?” The irony in Marisa’s voice made Debra stop and look at her with a mix of frustration and disdain. “Mom, that ain’t fair! You know I want what's best for our family, but you meddled in my freedom of choice!”

“When it came to others’ freedom, you didn’t seem too upset, sweetheart…”

Debra crossed her arms and stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her.

Marisa felt a satisfied smile form on her lips as she muttered to herself. “Oh, sweetheart, one day you’ll get it. Once you have a daughter to protect, you’ll see that sometimes you gotta make tough choices.” Marisa’s gaze softened as she thought about her daughter’s future, hopin' Debra would find the same happiness she had, and, more importantly, the courage to pay the price. The weariness she felt was immeasurable. The energy transferred from the double transformation made her bubble over and left her lookin' younger than she should’ve, but the effort to contain it... Even though she shared with her family most of the burden control depended on her.

Turnin' around, Marisa saw the men of the family walkin' and chattin' animatedly, with a special glimmer in their eyes. Golden sparks danced around them, penetratin' the ground and fertilizin' the earth with new energies that reverberated in tune with the Great Mother whom she served.

Then, with a bright smile she slowly began to release the large amount built up inside her, while thankin' the Mother for givin' her the power to do what’s necessary for the family, knowin' she'd do it again as many times as needed.

[chosotallgf]

UNEXPECTED TURN - CHOSO KAMO [chapter 1]

SUMMARIZE.. y/n never bothered getting to know choso after the shibuya incident happened and he became an ally to jujutsu high but what happens when he decides to try and get to know her on a personal level and they start getting put on mission together

TAGS.. choso x fem!reader, shibuya incident arc spoilers!!, post shibuya incident au, character dearth mentioned, slow burn, smut, angst, reader is a sorcerer, oral sex, masturbation + more

A/N.. hi this is my first fanfic ever also I posted it on A03 under the same username. keep in mind I’m a beginner at writing lol. like & rebolgs are appreciated | DONT NOT REUPLOAD :D

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you and choso where out having lunch discussing your plans for an upcoming mission later that day. It’s been half a year since the shibuya incident, even after the many deaths that took place that night you ended up finding yourself making a new connection later down the line

choso become an ally for jujutsu high short after the incident, first it started off with you two getting place together to go on small missions together outside of Tokyo. When you first heard of the idea of you and choso being partner up you weren’t a big fan of it, everyone seem to connect well off of first interaction and start to enjoy choso company especially after finding out that he is yuji half brother but you? barely even talk/avoided him outside of missions.

“what are you thinking about”? choso asked as he saw your blank expression as you two were waiting on the food to come out “Huh? oh.. just that how much I hate working with you that’s all” you softly smirk at him. you love teasing choso so often that become y’all daily thing to do to each other. One day after you and choso got back from a mission you were about to head out of jujutsu high until you heard fast steps catching up to you.

“hey.. um y/n you have a moment?” choso asked awkward while scratching the back of his head. you then turn around and sign “yeah what is it?” choso honestly wasn’t sure how he should approach you, when y’all get sent on mission its just strictly about the mission no personal stuff about each other lives, nothing.

he kinda took the hint that you didn’t want to conversation about anything outside of that 3 weeks after the incident when you both were on the train headed to koyto and he asked how long you been a sorcery at jujutsu high and you responded with “why do you care just let’s just do our jobs, the faster the better”

every since then choso didn’t dare to bring up anything after that until the day he generally was curious and had enough of this ‘only talk during and about the mission thing’ he wasn’t a pushy person but he can bet there has to be more to you than this nonchalant mask you are pulling because of the story’s yuji told him when he himself first started out and you and gojo teach him. he had to know why you were so casual with everyone but not him

“Sorry to bother you y/n, don’t take this the wrong way but did I genuinely do something to offend you? every since I came to jujutsu high and going on mission I feel like you been bothered by my presence of that makes any sense” your response could go south either way choso though he didn’t know if you would just curse him out or just turn around and keep ignoring him like you been. “Are you that much of new puppy that you need everyone attention and become friends?”

“hey wait a min don’t go yet” as you turned your head a little bit choso could see your eyes get glossy. “Let me go pls” you barley spoke. A single tear fell down your face. “I’m sorry if it’s becaus-“ choso was about to finish his sentence until gojo loudly interrupted them.

“Heyy choso how have you been? Oh y/n you there too? did you file the last mission yet I haven’t seen it yet if you did” gojo said when he got a glimpse of your hair behind choso back as he was walking up to y’all. as soon as you heard gojo voice you quickly pull your wrist back from choso and he let go.

you then quickly rush off campus and into your car. “Hey come back” choso shouted. You thought how embarrassing that was,now you wouldn’t even dare show your face in front of choso now after he seen you in that state. “I guess she really doesn’t like doing reports after all” gojo said confused.

part 2 coming soon… don’t forget to like & reblog :)

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Bacta and Bandages Chp.2 (Rex x Reader)

oops, I added some angst with your fluff. sorry about that.

Chapter 1. Chapter 3.

Vod

CW: Mentions of clone abuse, bruises, clone mistreatment, Medical procedures, needles, Talk of nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

Minors DNI

Ahsoka was your first friend after you spent a few rotations adjusting. 

She was bubbly, spunky and energetic. Despite all of that, she had a heart of gold and was trying her best to be a good Jedi. 

The young togruta was the one to show you around the venator-class ship. She told of the inner workings, the decks, where the barracks are located, the mess hall, even a lounge type area with an endless supply of caf.

It was through her that signaled for the clones to warm-up to you. Rex was still formal and professional, but you’d nod and smile whenever you passed each other in the hall.

Hardcase and Kix were easy-going. The day you arrived and settled, they approached and properly apologized for slamming into you earlier. It was rather sweet. 

In fact, a lot of the clones were kind to you. Some were tense, ‘shinies’ you’ve learned is the term for rookies. Some were more open and genuine. Though, a couple seemed somewhat fearful. As if afraid of offending you. 

Over time you hoped to break these walls. 

Currently, you were treating a clone, Jesse, for a blaster bolt graze from a training incident. Rex was also in the medical bay, arms crossed and staring rather disapprovingly at the poor trooper. Both were mostly silent as you treated him with bacta and bandages.

Simple fix…What antics caused him to shoot his own arm though? By the look on Rex’s face, it must’ve been something ridiculous.

Once you removed his glove, you paused. The wound was on the back of his wrist, it was minor, but the real concern were the bruises that littered his skin. They were the size and shape of fingers, as if someone grabbed Jesse. 

You were trained to recognize instances of abuse. After all, people of any gender would come to your hospital carrying the wounds their loved-ones left. But clones weren’t allowed romantic partners.

So who hurt Jesse?

Your eyes drifted to Captain Rex before looking at your patient, “Jesse, would you like to…have some privacy?” You held his hand, offering him kindness if he chose to accept. 

Something seemed to click for the both of them, “Oh! These?” The trooper you were treating gave you a smile as he motioned to the bruises, “Rough-housing with the boys! We’re brothers after all and things can get…” 

“Rambunctious.” Rex finished his sentence.

Liar. 

You didn’t press, “Well, tell your boys not to be so rough.”

The captain scoffed, “Good luck with that.”

After you stabilized the bandages, you gave Jesse a small smile, “There. Easy treatment.” You slipped your gloves off, “I’ll give you some painkillers to take before you sleep. That way the healing pain doesn’t keep you awake.” 

“It’s alright Doc.” Jesse shook his head, “I’ve been through worse.”

You turned to look at him again. Your concern was evident, but you couldn’t force information out of him if he wasn’t willing to give it, “If you get hurt at all, by anything or anyone, you can come to me.” 

I’m here to help you. 

The trooper nodded with a smirk and stood, correcting his glove and armor again, “Thanks doc.” He gave you a salute before walking out of the medical bay. 

Rex was going to follow but you spoke up first, “Captain Rex?” 

He paused and turned to look at you, “What is it, Doctor?”

Your words had to be careful. One wrong move and you could label yourself as ‘unsafe’ for the clones to go to if they needed help. After a second you spoke calmly, making sure Rex knew you only wanted to be a safe person, “If you, or anyone needs anything, I’m here.”

He gave you a small smirk and a nod before leaving the medical bay. 

Later that night, you were looking over medical reports when the doors opened. Two troopers, ones you haven't met before, were standing in the doorway. They were both clad in their blacks, most likely having been sleeping.

One of them, with a shaved head and a scar on his lip, had his hands on the shoulders of another trooper with the standard military haircut. It looked like the former had led the latter, who was shaking and distressed, to you.

“Doctor?” The leader seemed startled, “I um…I found him…”

“I got you,” You stood from your desk and motioned to a bed, “What are your names?” 

“I’m Denal.” The stable one got the other onto the bed, “This is Vaughn.”

Denal and Vaughn. Got it.

You knelt by Vaughn’s feet, “Hey, Vaughn.” Your voice took a softer, gentler tone. You were clearly dealing with someone in great distress, “What happened?”

“He had some kind of nightmare and just…bolted. I found him in a supply closet.” Denal answered. 

Nightmare. Panic attack? Most likely.

You nodded, keeping at a lower eye level with the panicked soldier, “Vaughn…I’m going to help you ok?”

His brown eyes looked around wildly.

“Does this happen normally?” Your questions were directed at the other trooper now.

He shook his head, “When we have nightmares, usually we can calm each other down. I’ve never seen him this bad though.”

The clones rely on each other for emotional support. Good to know.

If Vaughn wasn’t responding to your words, he wouldn’t be coherent enough to follow directions to calm him down. It seemed like he was caught in some type of flash-back. His mind was in overdrive and he was thrown into this attack.

Something triggered him. The nightmare.

“Denal,” You stood, keeping a hand on your patient's shoulder, “I’d like to use a mild sedative on him, do you think he’d consent to that?” you turned to face him. Perhaps clones weren’t fans of medication. After all, Jesse rejected painkillers earlier…

The coherent trooper nodded, “Yea, if you think that's best.”

Oh, so maybe Jesse wasn’t a fan of meds.

Wordlessly you went to one of the medicine cabinets and prepared the sedatives for him. You’d have to inject them, and in Vaughn’s current state, you weren’t entirely sure if that would end well. 

Once things were prepared, you returned to kneel next to your patient, “Vaughn, I’m going to inject you with this, ok?” Your palm opened revealing the needle, “This will help, if you’ll let me.” 

His eyes were staring directly at you, but they weren't seeing you.

“Denal, can you hold his hand?” 

The other trooper sat next to his fellow soldier and grabbed his arm, “It’s gonna be ok, vod.” 

Vod?

You didn’t comment as you slipped the needle into Vaughn’s arm. The sedatives were administered and you stood to toss the empty syringe. The medication kicked in fast, because the trooper stopped shaking when you returned to his side. 

“Vaughn?” Your voice was still soft and quiet, “Do you know where you are?”

He looked around, before nodding, “The Resolute.”

You gave him a gentle smile, “Good. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” He croaked, “What…”

“Nightmare,” Denal answered, “You had a bad nightmare. Geonosis again?”

Vaughn was at the battle of Geonosis? 

You heard the reports and numbers. Half of the Republic's army had been wiped out on that planet. Many Jedi as well. It was a bloodbath.

Your patient nodded slowly, “Yea…” 

“S’ok vod,” the other soldier put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. 

You reached and put a comforting hand on his knee, “Do you want to sleep here until you need to be up and awake?” 

The medical bay offered some more privacy. It was quieter and if he woke up again, he wouldn’t need to worry about waking his fellow soldiers. 

To your surprise, he shook his head, “I’d rather be with my brothers.”

Brothers…The clones are brothers…of course…

You nodded in understanding, “Alright…I understand.” carefully, you got to your feet and sat down on his other side, “But if you feel like you need some quiet, you can come here.”

He gave you an exhausted, but grateful smile, “Thanks, doc.” 

The two stood, but before they left, you asked, “Denal, Vaughn, what does vod mean?”

They shared a look with each other before Denal answered, “It’s mando’a. For sibling.”

“Sibling…thank you.” You smiled, “Get some rest, alright?”

Both of the soldiers left you alone again. After straightening the bed, you moved to your desk and picked up your datapad again. 

Vod.

So the clones know mando’a…

[vodika-vibes]

Hi hi Ive just seen you're bouquet request is coming g go an end I'd LOVE Acica(Secret love) ambrosia (returned affections) for Commander fox (I adore him)

If you need any baseline idea maybe him just refusing to accept his feelings and after some kinda push finally is like shit like them ofc reader loves him back and has the whole time

I'd also be happy with any of the more classicly grumpy fellas eg alpha 17, but who ever is in your brain

A New Love

Summary: Fox is in love with his friend...he just refuses to admit it to anyone, including himself.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 2028

Warnings: Mentions of Palpatine physically abusing Fox

Prompts: Acacia - Secret love, Ambrosia - returned affections

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I don't really know anything about make-up because I'm allergic to almost all of it and so I don't wear it. So I apologize if anything is wrong. Also, I hope this is close to what you're wanting? I was struggling to come up with something good here.

“Will you hold still?” Fox rolls his eyes but stops moving as she carefully applies the makeup to his jaw and cheek, “Do you want me to cover the scars on your neck too?” She asks as she tilts his head to the side so she can see better.

“Probably should.” He replies with a sigh, “Don’t want my brothers to ask any questions that I can’t answer.”

She scowls at him, “Maybe you should let them ask questions, Fox.”

“You said you were willing to help without judgment, sen’ika.” He reminds her with a pointed look.

She sighs, “I am. Of course I am. I’m here, aren’t I?” She pulls away and eyes the covered scar critically, “Alright, open your shirt so I can to your neck and chest.”

Fox rolls his eyes again, and unfastens the clip at his neck, exposing his neck enough that she’s able to get to the scar.

She inhales sharply when she sees just how bad the scarring is, “...Fox-”

“You promised.” He reminds her flatly.

“Yes. I know. I know I did.” Her voice sounds thick with tears, and Fox feels a surge of guilt. If he had anyone else who would help him cover his injuries he would go to them, rather than bothering his one nat-born friend.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

She shakes her head, a weak smile on her painted lips, “It’s okay. I was pushing, and I promised that I wouldn’t.”

“It’s for your own safety.” Fox mutters, his eyes closing as she goes to work.

“I know. So you keep saying.” Her hands are warm against his skin as she gently applies the make-up to cover the scarring. She’s quiet for a moment, and then she sighs, “Sorry, I have to restart. These scars are redder, I need to do some color correction.”

Fox opens his eyes and watches as she pulls a wipe from the table and starts wiping the makeup off his neck, and then she crosses the room to her vanity and digs around for some other make-up.

He really is lucky to have her. 

Fox knows that he’d never be able to explain these scars to his brothers. Or, he doesn’t want to explain these scars to his brothers, rather. He pushes the swell of bitterness away with ease. He loves his brothers, he wouldn’t want any of them to be in his place.

But it would be nice if they noticed that he was suffering.

At least his sen’ika sees it.

She’s a make-up artist, who works at one of the largest and most well respected theaters on Coruscant. She invited herself into his life, and Fox has to admit that his life is all the better for it.

Partly because she keeps his secrets and is able to help him hide his scars and bruises from his brothers. But mostly because she’s a genuinely good person.

It’s not love.

It’s not.

He can’t afford to love anyone, not with the state of the galaxy. Not when his boss throws lightning around like it’s nothing. 

Sure, he thinks about her all of the time. And sure, he worries about her constantly.

But he doesn’t love her. He can’t.

“Ha! Found it!” She hurries back to his side with a tube of something green, “I’ll use some of this first,” She murmurs, “And that’ll help hide the red-”

“You’re the best, you know that?” Fox asks, leaning back as she applies the color corrector to the scar.

“Well, I try.” She takes a step back and sets the tube back on the table, “How are you feeling, by the way? You look like you haven’t been sleeping.”

“I work a lot.”

She sighs, “I’ll cover the dark circles under your eyes too. But, Fox, this isn’t feasible in the long term.”

“I know it isn’t, sen’ika.” Fox replies quietly, “I appreciate the fact that you’re willing to cover my scars as regularly as you do.”

“Yeah, well…” She grabs the concealer and then points it at him, “It’s not like the Republic bothers to pay you, so this is quite literally the least I can do. Normally you’re not this concerned though.”

“Yeah, well. I’m going to 79s with my brothers this afternoon,” Fox says with a sigh, “And I don’t want them to worry.”

“Oh?” She grins at him, “Maybe I’ll join you.”

Fox glances up at her, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah? Looking for a boyfriend among my brothers?” He asks as he ignores the pang of jealousy.

“Maybe I want to dance with you.” She counters.

Fox laughs softly, “That’s a terrible idea.”

Her smile falters, “Right. Of course. I just…I wish you would tell me why it’s such a bad idea for me to spend time with you.”

“It’s complicated.”

She sighs, “Right. You could just say that you’re not interested, Fox. I won’t be mad.”

He sighs, “The more time you spend with me, the more likely it is that you’re going to get hurt.” Fox says, “I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” She pulls back slightly to admire her work, “Alright. You’re done, Fox.”

“Awesome. Thanks, sen’ika.” He refastens his shirt and stands, only for her to press his helmet into his hands, “I don’t deserve you.” Fox says with a fond smile.

“Nonsense.” She shakes her head, “You deserve everything in the galaxy and then some.” She favors him with a small, adoring smile. “I’m still planning on going to 79s tonight, Fox. I’ll just…keep my distance and find someone else to dance with. Promise.”

Fox’s fingers flex against his helmet. He’s not jealous. He’s not.

“Sounds like a plan.”

She smiles at him and hugs him quickly, “Be careful, as careful as you can be, at work today. There’s only so much I can hide.”

He folds his arm around her, “It’s not up to me, but I’ll be as careful as possible. Promise.” He drops a light kiss to the top of her head, and then pulls himself out of her grip, and heads out of the apartment.

Fox genuinely didn’t think that his sen’ika was going to come to 79s. He knows her, pretty well by this point, and he knows that she’s not really into the club scene.

She doesn’t like loud music, or the scent of stale beer, or the press of strangers against her.

So when he sees her enter the club, he nearly chokes on his drink.

She looks…great. Wearing a miniskirt and a crop top, and leather boots that make her legs look amazing.

Fox isn’t surprised to see that she’s drawing attention from his brothers. She’s already stunning, after all.

His gaze lingers on her as she heads to the bar, and his grip tightens around his bottle when he sees several of his brothers crowding around her. She probably hates that, Fox can’t help but think with a small smile. 

“She’s pretty,” Wolffe notes lightly, his gaze following his twins, “You should go dance with her.”

“Pass.” Fox replies, though he keeps his dark gaze on her, “Besides, she’s got enough admirers as it is.”

“Yeah. But they’re shinies and you’re Marshal Commander.” Wolffe replies with a small smirk, “You should feel honor bound to save her from their drooling.”

“I’m trying to get drunk, vod.”

“Maybe I’ll go and ask her to dance.” Wolffe muses, as he leans to the side to get a good look at her legs.

“Maybe you should leave her alone.” Fox bites out. 

Wolffe pauses and leans back in his seat, his eyes locked on his twin. “Huh. You know her, don’t you?”

Fox doesn’t answer him, he just takes a sip of his drink, though a small smile crosses his face when his sen’ika meets his gaze from across the room. Though she’s quick to look away, likely remembering her promise to not bother him.

“You know her well,” Wolffe continues, his eyes narrowing accusingly, “I saw that look. You’re friends with her.”

“Wolffe-”

“No, no. Why didn’t you tell me you had a pretty natborn friend? Are you sleeping with her?”

“What? No!”

“Why not?” Wolffe demands.

“Our friendship isn’t like that.” Fox bites out.

“Bullshit. I saw that look. You want her.” Wolffe says, “I’m going to get her and bring her over here.”

“I…no-” but there’s no point, Wolffe is already up from the table and crossing to the bar.

Fox watches as Wolffe talks to his sen’ika, and he watches as she glances at Fox, and then back at Wolffe and shakes her head with a small smile. He can practically hear her telling Wolffe that she promised to keep her distance tonight.

And then one of the shinies flings his arm over her shoulder and she cringes.

Fox sets his bottle down on the table as the shiny presses himself right against his sen’ika and twines some of her hair around his fingers. He watches as the shiny rubs his cheek against hers, and he’s on his feet and crossing the bar before he really thinks about it.

She’s his, damn it.

He firmly pries the shiny off of her, “Did you ask the lady if you could touch her?” Fox asks his voice flat.

The Shiny blinks at him hazily, and then he straightens, “Marshal Commander-”

“I suggest you go and clear your head.” Fox says, his voice very unamused, and then his gaze lingers on his Sen’ika once the shiny leaves. “Are you okay?”

She smiles sheepishly, “I guess I shouldn’t have even bothered trying to come here.” 

“It’s not really your scene, sen’ika.” Fox points out, gently.

“Yeah, I know.” She pushes her hand through her hair, “I guess I’ll just go home then.” She smiles up at him, “Sorry for ruining your night, Fox. I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Fox replies, “I’m always happy to see you, you know that.” Her smile grows and Fox releases an internal sigh, he’s so karked. Why did he have to realize that he loved her now, of all times?

Fox glances at his twin, who has a wide grin on his face, “I’m going to walk her out. Please don’t make this a thing.”

“Oh. Too late. It’s a thing.” Wolffe puts out his comm, “I’m telling…everyone?”

Fox just sighs and lightly nudges his sen’ika towards the door.

Once they’re outside, he turns to face her while she waits for her taxi to arrive, “Sorry, again. It seems I made things difficult for you.” She says sheepishly.

“Wolffe is my twin, he’s always going to be difficult.” Fox admits, “It’s not your fault.” He hesitates and then he lightly reaches out and brushes his fingers against her cheek. “I am glad that I got to see you tonight.”

“But…you said-”

“I know what I said. I’m an idiot.” Fox interrupts, he lightly brushes his thumb against her cheek, “I want, no need, you to know that I’m not uninterested.”

She blinks at him. “What?”

“Earlier, at your apartment. You said that you wanted me to let you know if I wasn’t interested.” Fox clarifies, “And that’s not the case. At all.”

“Oh,” She breathes the word out.

“I’m just…terrified that someone will hurt you to get to me.”

“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” She admits, “But, Fox, I don’t care.”

He stares at her, “You don’t?”

“I love you enough that it doesn’t bother me.” She speaks so lightly, so nonchalantly, as if she’s not admitting something huge.

Fox sighs and lightly cups her cheek, and he smiles when she leans into his touch, “I think we need to have a long chat.” He finally says, “Tomorrow. In the morning.”

“Yeah. Definitely. I’ll make breakfast.” She beams at him, and then turns as her cab pulls up. She flashes a quick smile and kisses his cheek, “I’ll see you in the morning, Fox.”

“Yeah. Good night, Sen’ika.”

And then she is gone, and Fox realizes that he has to deal with his overly excitable brothers for the remainder of the night. Tonight’s going to suck.

[tarithenurse]

I see fire - 9

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 3563. Contents: Goodbyes, surprises, new quests. A/N: I know no one reads this story but I want to share something and this lives in my head anyways - so there you go. Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag. Divider by @firefly-graphics

IX

Waking on the rainy morning, the trio finds that they are feeling surprisingly well and Anvindr is reminded a bit of how he felt last time he had had some of the monastery’s wine. Whether there is a connection or not they don’t know, though, so they do head down to breakfast, ready for anything the day can bring and with the intent of asking.

In the dining hall slash kitchen, they find brother Samuel who is enjoying the rest of his morning meal in solitude but doesn’t mind some company.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” he smiles, sliding a bit closer to Anvindr, “you’ve been busy since you arrived! The vineyard, the mine, the wolves...seems you’ve been the answer to our prayers!”

Morella smiles brightly. “It has not been boring here.”

“No I believe that,” the friar smiles without taking his eyes off the blue male, “but soon all that’s left is helping with the cleaning – you have been so efficient.” This does support the trio’s suspicion and they nod in silence. “I’d...hang on,” Samuel continues before ducking out of the room briefly.

Looking to each other, none of the adventurers know what to expect.

When the man returns, he’s clutching a bottle of wine which he hands over to Anvindr. “Just a small token of our gratitude.”

“Thank you!”

“It’s not one of the fancy ones but it is still good, of course,” Samuel reveals, reclaiming his seat next to the air genasi.

Unsure what to say or do apart from eat, Anvindr lunges into the first subject he can think of: “That man yesterday...do you know of him? He called himself #2.”

Samuel shakes his head, looking a bit tight. “No.”

“Huh...we kinda fought him but not for real it was more like he was testing us,” the blue male continues.

“Well, whoever he was, he got ol’ McBribe all worried – our dear marshal is already busy with reports in his office.”

They hear a huff from the door and look over to see the rotund brother Paxton joining them. Rather than the smiling persona that he normally is, he appears to be sulking even at the sight of the lovely food.

“What’s wrong?” the eladrin inquires.

“Oh...nothing!” he pouts, “just the woe of someone having drunk one of the good bottles of wine and I wasn’t offered a glass of my own creation!” The trio feels a bit guilty but the man doesn’t allow them time to confess anything: “And to make it worse one of my promising developments has gone awry!”

“How so?” Morella wants to know – her seasonal inclination making her optimistically helpful.

The brother sighs. “It’s like vinegar now! The fermenting process went all wrong...”

But the green woman merely pats him on the arm. “I always like fresh figs with a drizzle of something vinegary.”

His face lights up, eyes slightly glazed at the ideas of opposing yet complimenting tastes. “Oooh...”

---

McBribe is indeed in his office, busy sorting through paperwork and writing up reports, but he’s happy to let the trio inside for a moment.

“Seems I’m all out of jobs for you,” he admits, “can’t say I haven’t enjoyed having you guys here.” He moves some documents around a bit, eventually finding a rolled up paper with three seals on it. “Give this to Tio at the Adventuring Guild – it’s a report of what you’ve done and my recommendation for pay and such. I’m really very happy with all of your help,” he smiles genuinely. Then his face grows more serious. “I’m...yesterday...that #2, I don’t know much about him and he didn’t tell me a whole lot so I’m sorry that I couldn’t warn you. I understand that you had a bit of a scuffle?”

“Nothing serious,” Morella grins.

The marshal nods. “Yes...good.” Clearing his throat, he looks them over and then shifts his gaze to the work waiting for him on the desk. “Well, I suppose all I can say is thank you and good luck from here on.”

“Just...one thing,” Anvindr interjects, “do you happen to have some spare raincoats?” He gestures towards the window which the rain is thrumming upon.

“I’m sorry, we don’t really have any extra to give or even sell,” McBribe admits.

“No worries, it was worth a shot,” the air genasi shrugs, “but maybe...” his brain is clearly working hard, “maybe I can make an umbrella if I can salvage some wood and leather?”

“Uhhh....sure?”

And with that the tinkerer sets to work, allying himself with Willem and Daremot (both of whom are happy to watch and assist) and soon the blue male is crafting an uncollapsible umbrella where the stick can be removed and the canopy be attached to a backpack like a shell when not in use. Throughout the process, McBribe has been allowing himself to grow distracted from work, watching curiously.

“Alright, wait a moment,” he mumbles before disappearing.

When he returns, he has a raincoat bundled under the arm and another document which he hands over to Anvindr. “This...it’s more than I ought to but you guys have been such a great help. It’s a commission for three raincoats by a leather-worker called Sue Thao in Stouvania. And this,” he holds up the cloak, “is just a loaner. Make sure it comes back to us.”

“That’s very kind,” Zilvra and the others agree.

Preferring the free mobility, Zilvra is given the raincoat while the other two share the umbrella and then they set out into the rain.

---

The way to Oldgarde is quaint and safe with little to no events worth noting.

One day they do hear the snapping of twigs off into the forest and decide to investigate, but all the find is a stream and some mud that’s been disturbed – the scent of fish alludes to a predator having been lucky on a fishing trip.

And so they continue, arriving in Oldgarde on the evening of the third day where they aim for the Lion’s Pride Inn, knowing they at least can have a roof over their heads (regardless of how miserable the basement is otherwise).

As the trio talk with the barmaid Malikka about their quest with the mine, Morella notices that another group of adventurers are listening in and she (being influenced by the spring season) marches right over to them and begins chatting. It’s the classic three-man-crew that the trio recognizes from Tio’s guild; in this case what might be a fighter, a ranger, and either a wizard of a sorcerer. All human, they do a better job at blending in, even eating pretty decent food too.

“You guys fought duergar too?” Morella beams, her verdant face endearing.

The three strangers exchange glances briefly.

“No,” the ranger admits, stroking his white-blond goatee, “but we couldn’t help but hearing you find them in an old mine?”

Zilvra is sidling over, kinda preferring not to get involved but also wanting to be able to stop her friend if she begins on the subject on the grape thief. There’s something about the way the three men look at Morella and the rest of the trio but the drow can’t put a finger on it.

Morella has admitted about the mine in Heartwell Shire. “Very hospitable there,” she smiles. “Are you copper rank too?”

“Co-what? No,” the fighter shakes his head baffled, “we’re gold.”

“Ah, so you’re off to the real deal,” the eladrin winks.

“Sounds like you’ve had quite an adventure too,” the caster smiles back. “Come! Why don’t you and your friends join us for a drink?”

Anvindr and Zilvra joins the table, exchanging awkward hello’s and soon answering question about the duergar. It’s the two colourful of the trio who does most of the talking while the drow listens and watches mostly.

“So you’re copper and you dealt with that?” the fighter asks for the third time as though he has a hard time believing it and it rubs Zilvra the wrong way although she can’t explain why. “We’re off to investigate a mine too,” he continues, “kobolds, though, and not duergar...and some sort of fire-thing? Anyways, things are getting lively and the copper group that was sent out last couldn’t handle it so now we’ve been called in, so to say.”

It appears to be a general trend for the region that mines are activated by forces that shouldn’t normally be bothered with them and shouldn’t even be much of an issue to deal with normally except now they are and several copper groups have gotten killed.

“Well, I can’t say much about the other mines but if you’re headed to kobolds,” Zilvra finally contributes to the conversation, “they’re fairly common in caves and grottos.”

“Yeah?”

The gold group seem to be fairly new to that species and so she tells how they have short lifespans but breed in inordinate numbers by laying eggs. Fairly low of intellect, and the drow at least sees them as a lower species that are uncooperative for that very reason not to mention that they are scavengers in more senses than one.

Previously, the group has been to the south where it’s darker and they’ve killed worgen. To the south-west with the farmland things seem calmer to a certain extend while at south-east there’s a swampy area with dangerous plants…especially mosses which Morella recognizes the description off as something from the Fey Wild because where else would the plants be alive and take on an almost humanoid form and move about come from.

By then both groups have gotten a lot to ponder and the gold group, called The Slayers, kindly dismisses the trio (allowing them to take the wine with them).

---

The next day, although it’s the beginning of May, is wet and chilly, making the walk from Oldgarde a bit of a drag although the goal seems that much more enticing. Thankfully the raincloak and the homemade umbrella work well against the steady downpour.

The trio arrives at the capital by sundown, being let in through the city gates by a guard that asks to see their tags – thankfully he’s kind and can even give them recommendations for inns where their rank will grant them free or cheap lodging: Henry’s Pub, Lady Magda’s Cold Tavern (though that one might be a bit on the limits of what the tags can grant) and finally there’s the Tasty Drink which technically is more of a pub but does have a few sleeping spot. All of them can be found in the Gate District and indeed: when the trio heads on to the Adventurers’ Guild, they pass the Tasty Drink.

Master Tio is tending to the reports and book keeping at the Guild but lights up when he sees the trio enter, something that makes Zilvra recall what the Slayers had said about copper groups being killed on their quests.

“Ah! Good to see you back!” Tio smiles warmly. “I take that as a good sign.”

Anvindr hands over the documents without further preamble. “We had quite a nice time, actually, although it was a challenge occasionally.”

Taking the documents, Tio excuses himself to glance at the report. “I’ll read them properly tomorrow, I was just about to finish up for the day, but it looks good...might even look like you handled yourself better than a copper group would be expected to!”

“Thank you,” Morella smiles.

“If you come back tomorrow, I’ll have your reward ready by then,” the Guildmaster smiles just as the door opens to let someone in.

Tio is about to say something else when he makes a double take of the new comer, causing the trio to turn to have a look too.

He wears a neat raincloak, fringed by tiny feathers, and as he pushes the hood back a jovial human face can be seen taking in everything and everyone with a clear attention that speaks of intellect. His gaze lands on Zilvra and he, like everyone else, notices the bonds but at least he doesn’t seem put off by them.

“Ah, there you are,” he says without bothering to introduce himself, “been told you want rid of those.”

He steps up and rubs his hands together for a brief second, completely ignoring Tio who’s demanding an explanation including on who’s authority this is happening. But Zilvra couldn’t care less, she just holds out her hands and lifts her chin to allow the man to work.

“I’ve got my orders but I’ll explain in a moment,” the newcomer states, winking at Morella and Anvindr who look just a tad smug.

“This...might be above your pay-grade,” the genasi even admits.

Zilvra revels in the feeling as the bonds loosen and dissolve, turning into a fine dust before it too floats upwards only to disappear into nothing at all.

“Thank you for your service,” the stranger smiles before turning and leaving, not giving Tio the promised explanation.

“Well that was...unexpected. I’ll have to make some inquiries but uhm...I guess...yeah...come back tomorrow for the reward and the next quest,” Tio tries to recover. “I might send you back towards Oldgarde to another mine seeing how well you dealt with this one.” Then he adds: “And to...keep you a bit close.”

With that the trio heads back out into the rain, leaving behind a stumped Guildmaster.

It’s getting late already and they want both something to eat and to rest after a long day on the road and they end up at the Tasty Drink.

It’s a long and narrow building, wedged in between other houses. Tables are scattered inside but despite the length of the room, the bartender and innkeeper has a good view of everything except what goes on upstairs where are steep ladder leads to – it’s up there that the trio might find a place to sleep but the innkeeper makes no promises that there’s enough beds available in the communal space.

Accepting the terms, the trio orders an easy meal.

“And drinks?” the innkeeper offers.

Zilvra glances over at the table where her friends are sitting. “Yeah, lets have that erm...ale...thingy.”

Both the owner and the nearest patrons (all humans) laugh at the drow’s unfamiliarity with the drink.

“Alright, food and ale-thingy coming up!”

It turns out, however, that Zilvra doesn’t like ale but Morella is more than happy to finish it for her friend.

---

Zilvra is learning that there’s no correlation between Morella’s disposition and the weather. In other words: even on this gorgeous sunny summer’s day, the eladrin has still managed to turn to the wintry hues and the morose mood that comes with it. A mood that’s not improved when the trio is told that the inn does not serve breakfast.

On the other hand is gives the friends an excuse to make a detour along the market where the druid is cheered up by seeing a variety of the creatures from the Material Plane which she claims she will be able to transform into. She is particularly fascinated by the lobsters and crabs.

From there, they head to the Adventurers’ Guild.

“You’re early,” master Tio comments and they are indeed the first adventurers there. “I’ve filed the paperwork and got your pay. The report was an impressive read but it doesn’t explain the bonds...no offence, miss Shadowsong.”

She just shrugs, allowing the guild master to explain how he’d asked various places for an explanation but getting none. Thankfully, it doesn’t deter him from offering them a new rank within the guild, trading their copper tags for silver ones which he hands over along with 80 copper pieces for them to split.

“I want you to head back to Oldgarde and find marshal Paul Davis,” Tio requests, “he will point you towards some abandoned mines not far from there.”

A pattern is emerging where abandoned mines are showing activity due to the emergence of beings from the Underdark; kobolds, and duergar in particular but also like at a mine to the south where the other copper group have gone to: ogres.

“If that doesn’t strike your fancy, though, you can head south to the farmlands,” Tio offers.

The trio exchanges glances, quickly and wordlessly coming to an agreement to stick to the mine-jobs.

From the Adventurers’ Guild it’s a detour to go to the leatherworkers’ district where they find the sign announcing the workshop of Sue Thao. The plan is to get the raincloaks, ensuring that they won’t get cold and sick in a rainstorm.

As they enter the place, they come into a crammed but well lit space with stacks of different leathers and furs piled high in the back while the completed items are closer to the entrance (which in place of a bell has a leather flapper system): armours, cloaks, aprons...but not too many as most probably are custom orders.

Sue Thao is a pale woman with brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She’s working with needle and coarse thread on an as of yet indeterminable peace but looks up as the trio enters and greets them with a smile and keen eyes that scan the odd group quickly.

“What can I do for you?” she asks.

Anvindr explains the situation, showing her the writ that promises payment for three rain coats by McBribe. It doesn’t seem to be the usual way things are done because Sue raises an eyebrow but apparently business is business and she resolutely goes to check her stores.

“I got two cloaks ready to the price he’s asking for,” she says, “but the third...I haven’t got leather for it anymore and my usual channels have dried up it seems.” She notices how the trio exchanges glances of slight disappointment. “But tell you what...you’re energetic adventurers. Maybe you can find out why my supply is a dead end? It’s two days out of Oldgarde, so not too far off but I can’t go off to investigate myself or I’ll be out of commission. If you figure out the problem, then you’ll get the last raincoat I have for the price of a normal one. It’s a beauty of a cloak but the intended owner has never come to collect.”

Morella nods and Anvindr stretches out a hand. “We’re heading that way anyways...we could probably take a look for you.”

Sue takes the hand and shakes it. “I’ll run it by the proper channels too so you’ll get rewarded for it but that’ll take more time than I have,” the leatherworker explains. “The tanners are near the logging camp, two days out of Oldgarde, just keep following the road east.”

She procures the two normal raincoats as a token of a deal struck and Morella and Anvindr each take one, handing over the umbrella to Zilvra (causing the crafter to become distracted by the contraption for a moment).

“Bit of an inventor?” she asks the air genasi who has admitted to being the creator of the thing.

“Kind of,” he admits, “but still looking to learn. Say, you wouldn’t have heard of some gnomish inventors and tinkerers coming through at some points?”

She scratches her neck. “Can’t say that I have...but this wouldn’t be the neighbourhood they’d have frequented if they had. Try with the smiths. Why?”

“Hoping to learn how to make some goggles for my friend here,” he motions to Zilvra, “so her eyes aren’t bothered by the sunlight.”

“Hm. That sounds almost arcane and for that you’d go to those...or the elves. Up north there’s their capital but it’s high in the mountains and you need to go through orc territory to get there.” She apparently finishes scratching, flexing her hand instead. “Best would be to fly over or sail around.”

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And so the trio sets out towards the east with the destination Oldgarde. It’s a comfortable walk as the spring has gotten a proper foothold now with mild weathers and sunshine.

There are so many colours everywhere that the drow finds it almost overwhelming but she loves the display of pretty flowers, green grasses, tall trees that creak in the breeze – it’s so different from her home in the Underdark and she explains as much to her new friends who are curious to learn of the underground world.

Morella, although less overt in her awe, is also curious of the workings of this new world which surprises both of the others until she explains that she can’t recall her past or the Fae Wild but she knows it was different.

In other words: the only one with a sense of familiarity for how things are and work is Anvindr.

“But my people are not from this plane either,” he says, face darkened by sombre memories, “we hail from the Plane of Air but were exiled by Storm Giants.”

He falls quiet again and the few probing questions are met with little information, causing the two girls to believe that it’s still a sore subject. He does admit that this was before his time though and he himself has only known the wandering lifestyle of the nomadic tribe that is his people.

While talking, they keep an eye out for some good pieces of wood because Anvindr feels like he can create a temporary solution for Zilvra to shield her eyes from the bright light. Morella is mostly looking for mosses which she seems to be very fond of.

[soopsiedaisies]

18, 22, 24 👀

Hiii!!

18-It’s absolutely criminal the fandom has been sleeping on…

Within the HP fandom, most things have already been done—but that doesn’t mean they’ve been done well or often enough in a fandom of this size, which means to me that it’s being slept on.

Personally I’m really interested in the Potter family and I just don’t see enough absurd theories about them. You’ve got this pureblood family that’s like… INCREDIBLY old: according to extended canon, they’re only two generations removed from the Peverell brothers (who were born about two centuries after Hogwarts was first established), considering Ignotus’ granddaughter married the first person in the family who took ‘Potter’ as his last name.

The Blacks have SO many fics with HC’s about their Long and Beautiful (and Horrible) History, but the Potters (the paternal family of the main character) get like… what? A mansion, sometimes? Or all their power comes from their Peverell ancestry, or their Gryffindor ancestry, or whatever Old and Powerful Extinct Family is left. There’s only a couple of fics that explore some quirks other than their hair or bad eyesight, or explore some funny little ancestry, and I genuinely think that’s a shame. Let the Potters weird and/or creepy, please (with the ODDEST collection of stuff in their vaults)

22-Your favourite part of canon that everyone else ignores

This one’s difficult because, again, most things in canon have already been covered and therefore ‘everyone’ is obviously an overstatement… but dammit if I don’t love (and hate) all the memorial shit Godric’s Hollow. From a wider perspective, this is being discussed with some frequency (at least, in the fanfics and meta I read), but that mainly focuses on the hero-ification of Harry and his dead parents in general. But keeping the destroyed house up and putting a sign on it, and having a statue of a young family commissioned and placed in a cemetery feels… weird to me? Because like, who’s it for? Not for Harry, at least—especially considering he wasn’t taken to GH at any point in his life and had to go himself with Hermione whilst they were actively being hunted down.

The intent behind it I can sympathise with: it’s for wizards and witches to remember the end of the first wizarding war. But it just feels so… tourist trap-y. Imagine thinking it’s a brilliant idea to have a statue made of two dead twenty-one year olds and their baby as a memorial for the war they accidentally ended. Accidentally!!! I just KNOW that neither Lily nor James were thinking about the war effort when Vee broke in, only about the survival of their child. And their house still standing… I dunno. Like I said, I get it to some degree, but it also feels foul. Like this violent end and the sacrifice these people made for their son is something to gawk at.

That being said, it is one of my favourite bits in canon because it only underlines how fickle and nosy the wizarding world (and the world at large) is. I’m sure it was seen as respectful in-universe at the time, but it’s really just the cherry on top of the absurdity that is Harry’s fame. I really liked that bit in A Marauder’s Plan when the house was being cleared out and reality set in—the dishes, the towels, the toys, the newspaper… it all still lying there, at which point Bill questioned why the entire world had been celebrating the death of two young parents and elevating an orphan to hero-status. It’s just so… I dunno. It got some emotion out of me, at least.

24-Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Which ships are supposed to be the best, and which shouldn’t exist because they’re supposedly morally wrong. I’ve got a lot of tags blocked on Tumblr and I don’t frequent Twitter (sorry, ‘X’) so I thankfully miss the bulk of it, but just also… in general? Why are you threatening to dox people or sending death threats over a fictional SHIP?? Have you perhaps not yet developed the ability to predict potential consequences, or are you just a bully? It makes absolutely 0 sense.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

hiiiiiiiiii i just wanted to let you know i really appreciate your writing!! its really hard to find yandere dick grayson content that isnt yandere batfam, your like a godsend fr!! cant wait for part 4 of your older brother series!!!!

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH. Part 4 is cooking, and I’m really glad people are enjoying what I like to call the “slow burn yandere” type of story. Not gonna lie, I thought you guys would hate it cuz of how slow it is, but yeah!! I love each and every one of you that decide to give my little story a shot.

Second of all, RANT INCOMING, BECAUSE YOU SAID SOMETHING SO TRUE.

NOTICE!! What I’m about to say should never hinder your enjoyment of yandere Batfam content. Please keep reading/writing fics you enjoy, and never let anyone shame you for doing so!!

But anyways, you’re so right that it hurts. I don’t know if solo yandere Dick content is as scarce as it seems, or if it all really is hidden under the yandere Batfam fics. Either way, I’ve finally realized I should just block the yandere Batfam tag so I can filter it all out (cuz I’m a responsible Tumblr user who controls their own internet experience instead of demanding people to change their writing for me). It’s kinda sad that it’s come to that, cuz I feel like I’m missing out on some amazing work, but alas…

As someone who’s into platonic yandere content, the yandere Batfam just doesn’t do it for me, cuz A.) a lot of it depends on fanon, and I’m a number one fanon detester (you’re well within your right to enjoy fanon, just don’t make any “hot takes” about a character if you’re going purely on fanon interpretation, PLEASE—), and B.) it’s not fucked up enough, GRRRR!!! This point is honestly a problem with platonic yandere content in general. People have this weird notion that platonic yanderes are tamer than romantic yanderes and it’s SO SAD. A yandere can carve your initials into their skin or leave the dismembered bodies of your enemies on your front porch without any romantic undertones to it!!

Also, anytime I do give a yandere Batfam fic a chance, it sometimes becomes painfully obvious that the writer has a favorite (nothing wrong with that, I just ask that you tag/put a warning of that in the description), and it’s never Dick or Tim, SOBS. I sometimes wonder if it’s cuz they wanna write solo platonic yandere content of their fav, but feel like they gotta put themselves in the yandere Batfam box? I don’t know, that might be me going crazy.

Honestly, the only genuine critique I have for yandere Batfam writers is that a lot of them use each individual character tag. And I totally get it!! They have a chance of reaching a larger audience that way, and they definitely deserve each like and reblog they get cuz they’re writing what makes them happy!! But it would be really nice if some of them considered only using the yandere Batfam tag/tag variants, especially as someone who uses the yandere Dick Grayson x reader tag for legit yandere Dick Grayson x reader content (I want a shot at reaching a larger audience too, SOBS).

Anyways. I’m really sorry that was long winded. I don’t get to talk about my personal thoughts and feelings that often, so this just gave me an opportunity to shit it all out. Y’all will send me a simple ask and get word vomit in return, I’M SO SORRY, RAAAAAAA.

[forever-rogue]

Can you imagine Marc flirting with you and you like him ... but one day you meet Steve, instantly fall for him and give Marc shit for getting Steve hurt and scared?

AN | I love the reality in which Steven is smol and soft and Marc is a complete lil shit. We love to see it. Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader ; Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings | mentions of sex

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You’d met Marc almost entirely by coincidence. You’d been out drinking well into the early hours of the morning, halfway through scarfing down a burger and fries in order to settle your stomach and keep a hangover at bay. It seemed to help because halfway you started to feel much better. Your friends had left you earlier, stumbling their way home as you sat on the park bench, finishing your food. If you had any real sense, you’d have gone with one of them, but instead you’d stayed there, relishing in the feel of the cool evening.

It was when you’d finally decided to go trek back to your apartment that you’d run into Marc. Or rather, he’d run into you and almost knocked you over, but he’d caught you just before you collided with the pavement. A mixture of surprise and shock had taken over his features; he hadn’t expected anyone else to be up and out at this hour. Neither had you; but suddenly you felt extremely sober.

One thing had led to another and before you knew it, you were back at your apartment and in your bed having sex with a man you’d just met. Maybe the best sex you’d ever had. It wasn’t gentle or delicate; it was hard and fast - so good - and he knew how to touch you in all the ways you hadn’t realized you needed and craved.

But when morning came around, he was gone and you woke up to a cold, empty bed. You hadn’t expected anything major, sure it would be a one night stand, but the rejection still stung slightly.

-─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that you saw him again. You’d taken a long lunch and were on your back to the office when you spotted him walking into the museum. It was easy to recognize that mop of black curls anywhere.

“Marc!” you completely changed course, opting to follow him instead. You were sure he’d have heard you, but he didn’t even flinch or show any signs of reaction, “Marc!”

It wasn’t until you darted in front of him and cut off from his path that he finally noticed your existence. He looked so startled at your sudden appearance that he was effectively rendered speechless. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally found his voice again, “I-I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He sounded so…different from how he had the other. It caught you completely off guard. Your head tilted to the side as you tried to figure out if he was messing with you, “are you joking?”

“I...no?” he looked so genuinely confused that you were almost convinced he was being truthful, “I’m sorry but I don’t think we’ve met.”

“You’ve got a lot of audacity,” you hissed at him, jabbing a finger into his chest, “I figured it was going to be a one time thing, but you could at least acknowledge me. And what’s with the accent? Are you really going this far to pretend you don’t know me? I didn’t think you were this bad, Marc.”

“I’m sorry, did you just call me Marc?”

“That’s your name isn’t it?” you huffed, “unless it’s just a name you give to all the girls you fuck.”

“My name is Steven…Steven Grant,” he spoke slowly, pointing at the small golden name tag that clearly spelled STEVEN. You inhaled sharply, wondering if perhaps you’d hallucinated the whole encounter with him. Maybe you’d been had sex with a different man that looked extremely similar.

“Do you have a brother or a twin or…something?” he grimaced slightly but shook his head. Despite your initial anger, you realized that he did seem to be genuine in his reaction to you. You hung your head and sighed; maybe you really did have the wrong guy, “I, umm…I’m really sorry. It must have been a-another person.”

He remained silent as you turned on your heel and started to walk away. You were almost all the way down the stairs outside the museum before he caught up with you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he gently put his hand on your arm to try and stop you. Despite your brain screaming at you to walk away and pretend this never happened, you turned around to find him looking at you with an apologetic expression.

“So you are Marc?”

“No,” he gnawed on the inside of his cheek, “I mean…yes. But no. L-look it’s not going to make a whole lot of sense, so I’ll just apologize on behalf of Marc.”

“I don’t understand,” pulling your arm out of his grasp, you decided that giving him a second chance to explain was a bad idea. You should have accepted the rejection the first time around, but he shouldn’t have come to try and egg you on, “so I slept with you but I didn’t sleep with you…”

“Look,” inhaling and exhaling deeply, he studied your face intently. He didn’t know but there was something about you that he felt he could trust, “how much time do you have?”

-─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“You’re late,” your soft laugh reached Steven’s ears before he even managed to slam his body down on the chair opposite you. He tried to catch his breath as you pushed a glass of ice water towards him, “glad you made it. I was beginning to worry. Not worry, but you know…worry.”

“Everything’s fine,” he promised, taking a long drink before shrugging off his jacket. Everything was fine now...except for the strong thumping of his heart. It was no longer due to the fact that he ran across seemingly half of London to get to you for your weekly lunch date, but due more to the way you were watching him. With…reverence. No one had ever looked at him the way you did, “how are you?”

“Better,” you nudged his foot under the table. A smile crept onto his face as he studied the menu that had been placed on his side of the table. You studied him intently, making sure he was telling the truth before you noticed the cut on the side of his head, “Steven.”

“Hiya,” he recognized that tone of voice almost immediately. Something was wrong, “everything alright?”

“You tell me,” reaching across the table, you gently grazed your fingers over the cut. He made a small sound in the back of his throat at the feeling of your skin on his eyes; how were you so soft, so delicate? Putting a finger under his chin, you tilted his face up to meet yours, trying to see if he was hiding anything else, “is that it then? Or is there more? Are you hurt?”

“It’s just a small scratch,” he gave your wrist a gentle squeeze before you let go, “there’s nothing else, I swear.”

“Hmm,” you couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or trying to cover for Marc, “you’d tell me if you were hurt, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course,” he felt warm suddenly, under your gaze, feeling like you were pulling him apart and seeing into his very being, “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” offering him a small smile, you turned back to your own menu, trying to keep your attention focused on lunch, rather than the man across from you. You couldn’t help but steal a few glances every now and then. A few times you had caught him doing the same thing but reassured yourself that it was nothing. Nothing but friends making sure the other was okay. Yeah right.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Marc,” his name was nothing short of an exasperated sigh as he sat next to you on the hard wooden park bench. It was the same spot where you’d first met and one thing had led to another. Before you knew the truth, before you knew Steven.

“I thought you’d be here, sweetheart,” he grinned as you smacked an arm into his chest, attempting to ward off his incessant flirtations, “haven’t seen you in a while.”

“That’s because I don’t want to see you,” it was a huff, but you knew he was loving it, “but while we’re at it - I’m mad at you!”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Quit getting beat up,” you pointed to the bruise that was currently fading into hues of yellows and greens on his cheek, “you do realize that it doesn’t just affect you, right? Or are you that stupid?”

“I’m well aware,” he leaned in close, “trust me, I know more about this than you do. You think I do it on purpose?”

“You seem to,” despite your best efforts, you put your hand on his face and brushed your thumb over his cheek, “considering the frequency of bruises and cuts and welts I see on Steven.”

Marc sighed heavily before pulling back, “you care a lot about him for someone that’s just a friend.”

“Well, that’s what friends happen to do,” you recovered quickly, hoping your expression didn’t give you away. Marc was a lot of things, perceptive beyond reason was one of them, “now stop getting him hurt or I’ll hurt you.”

“And hurt him too?”

“Ugh, you…absolute twit,” you stood up and started to walk away, “I mean it, Marc. Take it easy or I’ll find some way to kick your ass without hurting Steven.”

“Sweetheart, come on,” he easily caught up with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You didn’t even try and argue with him, “I’ll be careful, alright? But you should tell him how you feel.”

“It’s not...that simple,” you admitted, “I mean…none of this is simple and realistically none of it makes sense but here we are.”

“What part doesn’t make sense?”

“Marc…did you really just ask that?” you laughed at the confused look on his face, “you’re Khonshu’s avatar…an ancient Egyptian god that kept you from dying and now you work as his fist of vengeance or whatever the hell you call it. What part of that is normal?”

“When you put it like that,” he caught your eye before both of you laughed, “listen, I know you care about him. I’ll keep us safe. Don’t worry about it.”

“And yet I do worry,” a heavy eye roll accompanied your statement, “I happen to care about both of you. Mainly him, but you too.”

“Was it the sex?” he raised an eyebrow as your face warmed up, “it was good, wasn’t it? I know you liked it sweetheart.”

“Marc,” you covered your face in embarrassment, “shut the hell up. It was good but it was a one time thing.”

“It’s the feelings for Steven, huh?”

“Maybe it’s the cocky attitude,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “but I meant it. Hurt him and I’ll hurt you.”

“Alright, alright,” he agreed, “you sure don’t want to…”

“Marc.”

[tteokdoroki]

🌸 - I just want to establish the following isn’t an attack on all shippers of this ship because not all of you are toxic it’s just that some of y’all scare me;

So I have been having a few mental health issues this week and I have the bkdk tag blocked but I can’t figure out how to block tags on yt and instagram so I literally started crying when I was exposed to it. I experienced a lot of toxicity from them on twt so I can’t even look at the ship but kiribaku has been my comfort ship. Unfortunately because the canon material has been focused on deku and bakugo, which makes me deeply uncomfortable. I don’t have the context but the sheer idea of bakugo having feelings for the nerd, even in subtext makes me physically sick. It’s not that I don’t like deku, it’s just that the ship feels like pseudo incest because in my interpretation they act like brothers. Also the fact that kirishima isn’t really relevant as much anymore bothers me. He’s a good character on his own and I’ve accepted the fact that it won’t be canon because it’s shonen. But after kamijiro (which I also have blocked in tags but don’t mind at the moment) had that out of pocket scene that caused me a literal mental breakdown (long story), my mental health can’t handle the fact that bakugo literally sacrificed himself for deku without even a reference to his CANON BEST FRIEND kirishima. I deeply hope that we get a blatant confirmation that bakugo and deku have a BROTHERLY relationship even if we don’t get any on screen kiribaku crumbs. I want reassurance that bkdk would never happen and for the toxic shippers to stop posting bkdk content under the krbk tags and stop trying to force your ship onto others. I already had a crisis about accidentally falling in love with a fictional character (Denki) and feeling heartbroken but now I have to deal with possible subtextual evidence for bkdks and a lack of krbk content in canon. Please tell me I’m just the subtext wrong and that in context I don’t have to worry. I’m freaking out because I’ve seen krbk solos literally get doxxed on twitter and harassed by toxic bkdks.

listen, im only going to answer this ask/topic once im pretty sure i’ve addressed this with you personally already. this is not the first time I’ve warned you about trauma dumping here but im going to set some boundaries. please don’t do this in my inbox — i don’t know you personally and I’m literally just a girl on tumblr writing porn. i am not your best friend, you cannot dump issues on me like this out of the blue, especially without considering how they make me feel myself. you do not know me.

secondly as a person who regularly engages with both bkdk and krbk content i think this is extremely selfish and ridiculous for you to send this to me 😭 just because YOU had a bad experience with bkdk doesnt mean i should have this projected onto me. i am just a person on tumblr, im not a therapist — i can help with day to day issues but this just seems like something you need to figure out for yourself.

im sorry about the issues you have surrounding it and perhaps the toxic people on Twitter but it seems to me that you need to make the conscious decision to leave bnha Twitter or Twitter in general?? like idk what to tell you but the manga is literally about deku 😭 he’s the protagonist. you’re going to see him and bakugou interact. pseudo incest is literally ridiculous as well. they’re childhood friends ??? like what

im not going to reassure you about krbk this or bkdk that because quite frankly i don’t care. they’re lines on a page to me and its literally never that deep. shipping is meant to be for fun and not to be taken that seriously. i severely suggest that you take a break ?? from all thing bnha related because as you’ve stated it’s not been very good for you and im sorry for that.

i literally cannot even fathom how disrespectful this is 😭 coming to my inbox with no warning and venting like this. genuinely don’t mean to be rude but i have no idea what you expected me to respond with. it’s deeply concerning and literally never do this again. please.

[naviavu]

Can I ask if you can do obey me younger brothers finding out that mc lives in an an abusive household? Thank you. No rush.

everyone, thank you for patiently waiting!

tags: reader has a very abusive past, implied sexual assault, gore (not towards the reader), comfort (by the brothers toward mc), overall tackles explicit abuse. please heed the tags and do not read if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. not beta read, very sorry if there are mistakes!

part i (older brothers) // part ii (satan and asmo) // part iii (the twins)

╰┈➤  masterlist

BEELZEBUB

“Beel, if you don’t mind me asking… what was your duty in the Celestial Realm?” 

“Hm?” Beel takes another bite of Devilizza. “I was the Heavenly Gate’s High Guard. It was my duty to protect the Celestial Realm from foreign dangers before they get in.”

“What if… they get in?” 

Beel chews away. “Then the internal guards will take care of it, it’s out of my bounds. But I will get scolded by Michael afterward,” He flashes a cute smile, little crumbs decorating the edge of his grin. You smile back. You couldn't help it if it was Beel. “Not to brag, but to be honest, that happened only once every century. Lucifer waits for me outside Michael’s study and tells me how great I am for intercepting every enemy at a far distance. He tells me to not mull over it and that Michael has a very big stick up his ass.” 

You can’t help but tear up again. Your heart aches, wondering how it is like to be appreciated and have someone have your back.

For someone to acknowledge that you’re doing a great job.

For someone to acknowledge your existence. 

Beel feels your head softly lean on his shoulder. And then, your quiet sobs. “MC? Did I say something wrong?”

You force a smile through your tears. “No, Beel. I just… I’m very thankful you had that kind of life. Good people… are a luxury.” Sitting alone with him in the planetarium in the middle of the night, it’s easy for your tears to fall. 

Beel frowns. He does not like the tone of your words, and it worries him. “What do you mean, MC? Are there people who were not kind to you?” To be honest, he doesn’t know if he even wants you to answer that. But he knows that he’ll regret it if he doesn’t ask. “You aren’t eating like the way you used to. Is this connected with each other?”

You thought about the times that Beel left you food outside your door, and the times that you secretly tried to throw it away without any of the brothers knowing. “Who would be kind to someone like me, Beel? I’m worthless, ungrateful, ugly–” 

He covers your mouth, in disbelief at the words you said about yourself. “You’re not any of that, MC!” 

Truthfully, Beel is at loss on what to do. Out of all brothers, he’s the one that immediately acknowledges that no amount of violence can change the fact that you were hurt in the past.

The thought kills him inside and regret fills his chest.

“Oh god. I’m sorry for suddenly saying all that, Beel, please don’t feel bad about me.

He gently wipes your tears with his thumb. “I… I’m concerned about your well-being, MC. Is there anything I could do to help?”

You sigh. “Just don’t pity me, please. Or treat me differently. That would hurt me a lot, Beel.”

He only nods in response, purple eyes glimmering with worry. From that day on, Beel swears to be your protector.

On RAD, he’s like a shadow. He can’t help it, MC, he knows you told him to not treat you differently but here he is guarding you with all his might that it scares your other demon friends away sometimes. 

He encourages you to eat healthily and on time. Too busy studying for your next exam that you forgot dinner? Beel will be right outside your door, bringing meals with him. 

On days that you would like to be left alone, Beel would give you space. But if days pass, he’ll be alarmed and try to coax you out of your bed to at least take a bath. 

You can’t say no to him, can you? It’s the first time that you felt genuine compassion and help with no payment. It’s almost hard to accept. 

Of course, he succeeds in bringing your walls down, and the moment you open up your heart to him will feel like a dam breaking and thorns plucked out of your chest at the same time. Relieving. 

The thought of getting back at your abusers crosses his mind, yes, his main priority is your happiness so he eventually forgets about it. 

But if the moment comes that your abusers try to find you again, Beel will not hesitate to strike twice. 

BELPHEGOR

The rope in your hands feels like your life line. 

It was all set: the stool on the ground, the strong steel that hung from your ceiling that you nailed shut so that you don’t embarrass yourself and end up falling on the fall after you jump. 

It’s so fucking dramatic you could laugh. Barely any people hang themselves these days, you only ever saw that shit on movies for comedic effect.

Guess your death will be comedic too. 

You decided to scroll one last time to your DDD for the sake of old times. It was worn, broken, and used. 

The only thing you thought beautiful in it is your wallpaper: a picture taken by Beel of you and Belphegor, cuddling in the attic. Your head on his chest. His chin on top of his hair. His hands around your waist.

Oh god, his hands.

The very same hands that choked you to death and pushed you down the stairs.

You cackle, and it sounded too broken to be human.

You’re so fucked up, the voice inside your head tells you, falling in love with the person who caused you your demise. 

You finally step up the stool. 

Belphegor, Belphegor, Belphegor… I love you.

You practiced well. You wrap the rope on your neck and try to secure the knot. 

After a few tugs, you realize that it got stuck. 

No, no no no… 

You truly are a failure, and those people who told you that were right. 

Your mind goes blank and all you could do is scream, cry, shout, as your try your absolute best in tying and untying the rope. You remove your head from the rope and step down from the stool, throwing it on the mirror in front of you and there’s a person–

There’s a person.

Wide-eyed. 

Shaking. 

Terrified purple eyes looking right at you. 

“MC? You– you were calling for me. You summoned me here so I thought it was an emergency or you just wanted to see me,” His voice cracks. His heart beats unbearably loud as he scans the room. 

Rope. Stool. Meds on the table. Scribbled notes with each brother’s name on it, with his sitting on the topmost. Your DDD in the home screen, the wallpaper in full display.

And you, oh you. 

Sitting on the ground shaking, sobbing, with your eyes so tired and screams exhaustion. 

Your heart missed the demon that’s in front of you. Then, your heart burns with anger and humiliation. “Belphegor… I need you to leav–” 

He’s by your side, clasping your mouth. “I won’t let you use that damn pact on me, MC. Let’s go home.” 

As he takes you back to Devildom, you scream again. Shout again. Squirm on his grasp, try scratching and kicking everywhere. Curse him. Damn him for taking away the only choice in life that would bring you eternal peace. Damn him for arriving at the time that you were at your weakest. Damn him for taking advantage of that weakness again, just like how he took advantage of that day in the attic.

Tell him he's a piece of shit for manipulating and killing you. 

Tell him that you're as much of a piece of shit for loving him despite all that happened. 

And that you’ll forgive him eventually for taking and saving your life. 

The House of Lamentation panics the moment Belphegor brings you home, and you’re taken away by the other brothers while he spends his time away in the planetarium thinking about what you said. He’s so sorry, MC. He’ll do anything to prove that in this lifetime.

He gives you pleasant dreams while you recover. He gives you hope, innocent childhood memories, and bright visions for the future. 

His heart beats out of his chest when he realizes that despite all of it, you still long to see his white-tipped hair and indigo eyes.

It’s hard to see each other again after recovery, there’s a suffocating silence whenever both of you are alone with each other. 

Then, slowly and carefully, you find yourselves talking to each other again. Laughing with each other again. Arguing with each other again, that ends with tears and apologies and finally, mature conversations.

Cuddling in the attic again. Holding you in his arms again.

Belphegor would never, ever do the same mistakes again.

a/n: and there we go! the last part of the series (hehe… jk… unless) i started writing this for a request, and as i was writing it, it kinda became like a coping mechanism for me lol. i’d like to think that while the brother has different ways of reacting/showing their concern, all of them would still put your well-being on the top. there were a lot of asks requesting for this, and i really hope that everyone who read this particular series is all doing well in their lives and are in a safe place. please take care of yourselves.

[tanzaniiite]

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS • OBEY ME! MAMMON

requests: OPEN

warnings: angst-ish (?) nothing crazy

word count: 1k

a/n: this is a short one & not my best work but i just wanted to write something for my #1 demon. tagging @waka-chan-out bc w/o them i probably wouldn’t have posted this pftttt

It was a peaceful night in Devildom, which was rare.

With midterm exams finally being over, the brothers didn’t have enough energy to cause a ruckus like they normally did. You were just as exhausted as them and practically passed out right after dinner. Because you went to bed earlier than usual, you were now wide awake. But you didn’t mind, it was the weekend and you didn’t have any plans, staying up wouldn’t be a hindrance to you. So there you were laying in your bed scrolling through Devilgram on your DDD, when there’s a knock on your door. It’s faint but distinct. Slowly getting up from your bed, you made your way to the door. Before you could even ask who it was, you heard the person grumbling to themselves.

“They’re definitely sleeping, ugh why did I even bother? This is so stupid.”

Ah, it’s Mammon.

“What’s stupid?”

You asked as you opened the door, a warm smile adorning your face. The white haired demon looked at you, his face a mixture of shock and embarrassment. “N-Nothing. What are you talking about? What are you even doing here?” He asked looking everywhere but at you. You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, “Monnie, you’re at my door.” You pointed out, which only caused the demon to sputter some more. “Hey, what did I say about calling me that?! It’s such a weird nickname, cut it out.” He huffed, feigning annoyance, even though his cheeks were flushed. You nodded in acknowledgement, “You’re the boss Mammon,” you stated, taking notice of his slight pout, “well… if you don’t want anything, goodnight.” You hummed, closing the door only for Mammon to jam himself in the crack. “W-Wait a minute! You’re just gonna close the door on me?!” He whisper-yelled. You laughed slightly, “Well, as much as I’d like to stare into your eyes all night, I’m getting kind of sleepy. So, is there something that you need?” You inquired, leaning your head on the door, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Mammon swallowed thickly, his heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest. Why did you have to be so fucking cute?!

“I was just wondering.. If… I could sleep with you tonight?”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Oh shaddup, we’re face to face there’s no way you didn’t hear me!”

Laughing to yourself, you opened your door, pulling the demon inside. Once you closed the door, you sat on your bed all while Mammon stood awkwardly in the middle of your room. Patting your bed caught his attention, “You can sit down, I don’t bite.” You teased. The avatar of greed rolled his eyes and silently sat next to you, but something seemed off. “You okay? You’re awfully quiet, which is odd.” You asked, ignoring the offended ‘hey!’ directed at you. There was a small beat of silence before he spoke up. “During the test today I kinda just blanked and couldn’t remember anything. The next thing I know, we’re getting a fifteen minute warning.” He explained, his voice uncharacteristically low. “So… you think you bombed the test?” You asked, your voice matching his low tone. Mammon just scoffed, “Think? I know I bombed that stupid test. And no doubt Lucifer will be on my ass about it, probably gonna punish me too.” He mumbled, looking at his hand folded in his lap.

Your furrowed your eyebrows, “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.” You expressed. Mammon shot you a ‘really?’ look. “I’m serious! Don’t take what your brothers say about you to heart, they’re just being cruel.” You insisted. “You’re not wrong about my bros being cruel but you’re definitely givin’ me too much credit. I’m not that smart.” He replied, still not looking at you. It hurt you to see Mammon so down, he was genuinely worried about his midterm grades. You moved closer to him, laid your head on his shoulder, and wrapped your arm around his. “Well there’s nothing you can do now. Just have to wait and see, no need to work yourself into a frenzy.” You whispered, drawing small circles on his shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right, as per usual. You probably passed the test- ow!” Mammon yelped, as you smacked his arm. “What did I just say? Enough about the stupid midterm.” You demanded, pulling the demon down on your bed. The two of you just laid there in a comfortable silence, staring into each other's eyes and enjoying each other's presence.

“You didn’t have to hit me y’know?”

“You weren’t listening, I did what I had to do.”

“Whatever… jerk.”

“Fart-face.”

Mammon couldn’t help but snort at your childish insult, “Was that supposed to hurt my feelings? Cause you failed” He stated. You closed your eyes and shook your head, “No, I knew it would make you laugh. You’re just immature like that.” You hummed, smiling at the offended sounds leaving the demon’s mouth. There was another moment of silence and you almost dozed off until you heard his voice. “Thanks.” He whispered, probably in hopes not to disturb you. “What for?” You asked, eyes still closed, you were too tired to open them. “Y’know.. for being you. Somehow you always know what to say to make me feel better. It’s like witchcraft.” He claimed and you smiled. “Not witchcraft,” You yawned, “I just know you. And you don’t have to thank me, I don’t like seeing the guy I like upset. It’s the least I can do.” You explained, subconsciously moving your body closer to his. The guy that you like…? Does that mean… no way! As Mammon opened his mouth to confront you, he was met with the sound of snoring and a human curled up next to him. The white haired demon huffed and hesitantly put his arms around you to pull you closer. The more Mammon stared at your sleeping face, the more he realized just how much he liked you.

“Stupid human, how can you say something like that and then fall asleep?”

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Hi! Just want to say that I enjoy you and your writing and art!

I have a genuine question though, and please don’t take any of what I say the wrong way; I really mean no hate here. But, why do you ship Vander and Silco? I understand that they aren’t technically real blood brothers or anything, but for me personally it just feels weird because they refer to each other as genuine brothers and see each other as such. So shipping them feels off…but I’d like to know your thought process with that. Again, I’m sorry if I sound rude and I really don’t mean any hate here!

Heya Anon,

Don't worry, you do sound earnest, I'll answer your question! There's no shame in asking.

I'm going to make several arguments to give you a general picture.

First off, language.

Just checking, but are you aware of the term "Brother in arms"? I'm asking because I've met one fan who didn't know the term at all while trying to upbraid me about shipping them, months ago.

This is what we (meaning many viewers and most Vanco shippers) understand the term as. It's a well used expression in media. Vander and Silco fought together, they shared a political cause.

Silco also tells Finn that they used to fight "brothers and sisters" having each others backs against the oppressors. Silco is clearly not talking about him and his 12 unnamed siblings here. He's referring to everyone who fought for that cause as brothers and sisters (in arms).

Then, other languages. If you watch the show in Japanese for example, you'll see that Silco doesn't use a term that correlates with brother, but with comrade. It's the case in other languages too, I couldn't tell you how many since I don't have access to all languages on Netflix.

So imagine if I were a Japanese artist shipping Vanco and you came at me saying "they're brothers, it's wrong!" — I'd be hella confused, because I'd have watched all of Arcane without a hint of them being "brothers".

If they were truly brothers and not just very close partners, then certainly this would be carried across in other languages. It isn't. They use more suiting local expressions, that happen to not have the word brother in it.

Most Vanco shippers came to the ship never even thinking about them as "brothers", or have a very different understanding of the term. It helps too that Silco uses it with so much spite it's basically an insult, because Vander isn't his "bro" any more, hasn't been for years...

Secondly, character.

Speaking of that spite : they were very close once, yes, and maybe that sounds uncomfortable to ship to you, but they clearly haven't been for a very long time? They're canonically mortal enemies? Surely I don't need to point to the enemies—to—lovers tag?

They 100% don't see each other as close any more. Vander seemed surprised to see Silco at all, and Silco came out swinging with the intention to either recrute or kill. Hardly "brotherly" behaviour.

Silco and Vander are the way they are because of each other. Vander carries shame. Silco is on a war path. Vander taught Silco "how to overcome a more powerful enemy". He's made him into the ruthless man we meet. If there's no Vander, then there's no Silco. They're integral to each other's character.

That's extremely intense. Extremely intense relationships are hot. Period. They're acting like bitter exes. Like over the top divorcees. They have sooo much tension, literally nose to nose and forehead to forehead while choking and stabbing each other? Please.

Some may think that making them a couple cheapens that intense relationship.

And they're perfectly right to think so if that's how they feel.

There's no right or wrong about these characters, and everyone has a unique perception. I think that them being once together heightens their relationship, but I'm a gen writer at my core and can completely see the argument in favour of keeping them platonic.

That leads me into the next point : the Queer trope.

I'll let the images speak for themselves.

A lot of Vanco shippers are queer people who look at them and go "Ahahaha ooooh they were so married".

And really, that's enough? If you see the tension, recognise it has lots of erotic or emotional potential and want to explore it in fic or art… And the semantics of the "brother in arms" thing is meaningless to you or an actual bonus… then there is literally nothing stopping you from shipping them. And there shouldn't be.

Also, there are plenty of works, from game of thrones to fanfics, that cover actual incestuous relationships. These fics have a right to exist, AO3 agrees, certainly all mainline publishers agree, and people can find it hot simply because it's down their alley. I definitely know Vanco shippers who, seeing your question, would just shrug and say "And what if they were brothers? It's be even better." So that's also an argument.

There's a point where you have to look at a ship, see it has hundreds of devoted fans, and realise that you may never "get it", and that's perfectly fine. You find it uncomfortable, while to others it's a perfect OTP they have an incredible time interacting with. I can't explain why that is. We're all just different, with different pasts, different books we've read and media that shaped us, different levels of media literacy... So we all end up taking something different from the shows we watch.

Final point : Double Standards.

This is not an accusation, since you're anon and I don't know you. This is aimed at anyone reading with the same mindset as you.

Have you stopped to look at Jayce x Viktor with the same standards?

Jayce is literally the only character in a canon straight relationship, with a sex scene no less, and says to Mel that Viktor "is like his brother".

Somehow these two don't get the "omg ew, why would you ship them they are brothers" treatment. I wonder why…

Oh, I know : because we see them meet. So it's very textual that Jayce and Viktor met as adults, and fans can easily dismiss the "brother" line and remain assured they aren't "incestuous brothers".

Meanwhile, because we don't know Vander and Silco's past lives and don't know how they met, fans who are prone to very hardcore textual readings of the show, without diving into subtext, references, etc. tend to just instantly label them as "brothers" and not look back.

But Vander and Silco could meet at 18 as perfect strangers, have an intense relationship, drown each other, not see each other for 20 years, and then go on to sarcastically call each other brothers and you would change *nothing* from canon. Except if we KNEW that for sure, then no one would be out there saying "they were like brothers".

Instead, I think, they'd be saying "but they hate each other!" and I'd be here pointing to the sign...

Personally :

I like this ship because they're hot DILFs with a shit ton of angst between them. Literally stabbing and choking each other over grief that's DECADES OLD. They're obsessed. Can you imagine the amount of closeness they must have had, to spark so much resentment?

And Silco still trying to get Vander to his side, just in case he could be swayed and he could have his brother back? Ough— chef's kiss.

It's dark, it's painful, it's angsty, they're hot, they're dads and dad shaped, there's a stupidly sexy size difference, Silco has Vander strapped into that chair… Ahaha… It's perfect.

I actually like how much of their past is left up for the imagination. It has become the focus of many of my fics, and I'm so comfortable in my headcanons that I borderline don't want season 2 to burst my bubble lol

But yeah. The bottom line is that Vanco shippers don't see anything wrong with a good angsty ship between old men, and are generally a little exasperated to have a technicality used to dismiss the ship, but we mostly don't care and keep about our business. Our old men need love and they won't ship themselves!

Hope that clarified things. Again, if you still don't get it : it's fine. Nobody really cares, so long as you don't use your dislike of the ship to bully anyone. You're free to never get it, or free to try out fics of them until it *clicks* and you join our ranks.

I'll happily provide you with recommendations if you want!

[minty-malfoy]

“would you still love me if I turned into a worm?” | blurbs

🌱 pairings: reader x blaise zabini, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom (sorted in alphabetical order)

🌱 warning tags: language, probably

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Blaise Zabini

“A what, now?” your boyfriend asks, halting the movements of his quill to look up at you; brows furrowed as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life.

“You know, those wiggly things that—”

“I know what worms are, (y/n). But what the hell?”

“Dunno,” you shrug. “I’m bored.”

“So you thought about what it’d be like to turn into a worm?” his eyes narrow out of pure bewilderment, blinking once, twice, as he finally turns back to his unfinished essay. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Not my fault you’re taking so long with that assignment,” you grumble as you begin to shift on the puffy couch, feeling somewhat annoyed by how cold and empty it is without the other boy in it. “And besides, you love me.”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips. “Can’t say that I don’t.”

“Even as a worm?”

“Will you stop asking if I said yes?”

You nod happily, giving him the answer he needs— or well, wants, really. Even though Blaise couldn’t quite understand the pointless question, he knows it’s significant to an extent.

“Yeah, alright. I would. Now give me five minutes and we can get out of here. Deal?”

A glint of satisfaction flashes through your eyes as you give him a hum in return, thinking to yourself that maybe the silly questions could be more useful than you thought.

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Cedric Diggory

The moment the words leave your mouth, Cedric's first reaction is to laugh. He didn't mean for it to come out in a condescending way. He hadn't even meant to laugh, to begin with. But judging by the way you pout with both arms crossed, that might just have been how it came accross.

"I'm sorry," he offers sheepishly. "you were saying?"

"You heard me. I said what I've said," you grumble, despite not being genuinely upset at the hufflepuff boy you've grown to love.

"Wait, I need to get this straight," he takes another breath of air. "You're serious?"

"What do you think?" you pout once again, turning away slightly from your boyfriend. This only seems to ignite his amusement as much as it does his guilt. A second or two later, his arm finds its way around your shoulder, the other brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"You really haven't figured it out yet?" he asks with a genuine grin on his face. You begin to eye him curiously, appreciating the charm of his pearly white teeth as you wait for the boy to go on. Soon, he pulls you into his lap where his arms craddle you lovingly.

"Sunshine," he begins. "I'm surprised you still have to ask. But if that's one way of putting my love for you, then yes. You'd be my favorite worm in the entire world."

"Promise?" you present your pinkie finger as a final means to seal the deal.

With one last chuckle, he wraps his fingers around yours. "Promise."

Everything that happens next is a flurry of innocent pecks and kisses planted along your skin, coupled with the security of two warm arms holding you in place.

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Draco Malfoy

"And what exactly do you expect me to say to that?" comes his first response after a long moment of trying to figure out just how in Merlin's name your mind came up with that question.

You, on the other hand, can't help but giggle at the slytherin boy's confusion. "Whatever's on your mind right now will do."

"Well, to be honest with you, I can't quite stomach the idea of my own girlfriend turning into a bloody worm." he nearly spits the words out, softening his edge only when your eyes meet once again. "If you were expecting a different answer, I suggest moving on to the next bloke."

Draco wasn't lying about that first bit. Worms have always been an insignificant, unseen creature in his world; wiggling in the muckiest of places where they could easily be stepped on. Hence, he doesn't like to imagine you—someone so perfectly ethereal and quintessential in every single way; the only source of light shining into his pathetic excuse of a life—to be compared to a dirty worm, of all things.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you, though," he adds in a bit of a guilty tone; voice much, much softer this time. He brings your hand to his lips, dropping a few kisses on its skin. "I just much prefer having you as you already are."

You snuggle deeper into him, indicating that you already know exactly what he means.

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Fred Weasley

“A worm!” Fred exclaims, nearly forgetting the food on his plate altogether. "What a brilliant idea!"

A few seats away, you can already see Ginny clamping her mouth shut as to not burst into fireworks of laughter. You mirror her gesture, eyes now on Fred once again, watching him announce this idea of yours to your entire group of friends.

Ron, who's not that thrilled to see his brother's public displays of affection, lets out a groan. "Wouldn't have asked him that if I were you."

"You think so?" comes your reply. "He seems to be having a lot of fun with this." you both glance at Fred, who is indeed already coming up with some sort of thrilling plot.

"Did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred."

"I reckon we could come up with a potion for that," he muses, turning back to look at you. "Give me a week or two and we can start living out that worm dream of yours, love."

"Wait, Freddie, you're getting it all wrong," you begin explaining, tugging on the boy's sleeve slightly to keep his attention on you, "It was just a silly little question. I don't actually plan on turning into a worm or anything like that."

At this point, you half expect his enthusiasm to die down from the grounding effect of your words. In reality, it doesn't.

"S'that so?" he replies, earning a nod from you. "Looks like you're missing the bigger picture to me, (y/n). Isn't that right, George?"

"Right you are, Fred." the said boy affirms. "Sorry, (y/n). I'm with him on this one."

With a sigh, you turn back to Ron, who's busily stuffing his mouth with a look on his face that says I told you so. You shake your head with a small smile at your boyfriend's shenanigans. You're not sure how you can both dread and anticipate the day of his worm adventures.

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George Weasley

"That's a new one," he asserts with an amused laugh. The boy rests his head against one of his palms, feeling instantly intrigued by your proposition. "Now tell me more about this worm business of yours."

"That's about it, actually." you admit sadly.

George frowns at this, wishing he could hear more worm stories and whatnot. Mostly he's just happy to see the way you talk about things passionately. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside in a way he can't ever get enough of.

"That's quite alright. I'll do the talking, then." he offers, rubbing his chin to think of what to say next. You light up in your seat, eyes wide in anticipation. Now it's your turn to eagerly wait for his response once again.

"I've got an idea. We could run off and start a new life— as worms!" he beams all of a sudden. You raise a brow for him to go on, not exactly complaining about your boyfriend's excitement towards the topic. "I'm only turning into a worm to make sure I can properly take care of you, of course. Wouldn't want to—er—squash you between my big human fingers, now do we?"

You both erupt into a chorus of laughter at the conjectured image, melting into one another like two fitting puzzle pieces. When you finally catch your breath again, you pose the main question once more, "So I'm concluding you're still going to love me, then?"

"Love you?" he repeats. "Oh darling, I'll be marrying you in a grand worm wedding!"

You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips, more than thrilled to have the first mention of marriage between you. Not too long after, you transform into a complete fit of giggles when George continues. "Then we'll happily live our worm lives, 'till death do us apart. Or when, you know, some bloke accidentally steps on us. Whichever comes first."

You lean into him lovingly to steady yourself after all the laughing. Taking a deep breath in, you mumble a soft, "You always know how to make me laugh, Georgie."

And the truth is, he wouldn't have it any other way. Worms or not.

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Hermione Granger

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand the point of this question."

"Which part, exactly?" you inquire, watching your girlfriend pull out another book from the wooden library shelves.

A few seconds pass before you get your answer. "You're not a worm," she states simply, eyeing you up and down as if to prove her point.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out, 'Mione," you follow her to the next section. "Which is why I said if I turned into a worm."

The girl looks at you again, analyzing your words and expression briefly before coming to another conclusion. "I still don't understand." she pauses to think. "Unless you might be interested in becoming an Animagus? Even then, opting for a worm wouldn't be very... effective."

You roll your eyes, speeding up to block the girl's way. She lets out a non-committal "Hey!", only for you to quickly muffle it with a warm kiss. A moment or two later, you pull away with a smirk that makes her heart melt. "Just answer the question, would you?"

Still slightly caught off guard from the contact, Hermione finally caves in. "Alright, you cheeky flirt. I love you. Even as a notional worm."

Satisfied with her answer, you plant another peck— this time on her cheek, before announcing a gentle "I love you, too."

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Harry Potter

The way his lips purse into a straight line tells you that Harry doesn't exactly understand the question. Not really, at first. Aside from being an entirely foreign concept to his ears, it also seems like an odd thing to ask someone, unless— "Oh! You're an Animagus!"

The smile on your face instantly drops at this. "What? No—"

"Why didn't you just say so, (y/n)?" he begins what—at the time—you don't know is going to be a nearly endless ramble. "I was planning on telling you this for a while now, but I know someone who's an Animagus, actually. In fact, I think you two would get along fantastically!" he lights up at the sudden idea, flailing his arms in the air out of excitement. "Yes, maybe I can try getting the both of you to meet up. No promises, of course, but what do you think?"

"I think you've got it all wrong," you frown; knowing you would have to disappoint your boyfriend and how you're not very fond of the idea.

"What do you mean?" he asks, albeit barely giving you a second to reply. "(y/n), it's alright, really. You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Besides, I think it's brilliant!— what you can do, I mean."

The smile he gives you is the epitome of love itself, and now you're not quite sure how to handle the messy situation without pulling out the rug underneath Harry's feet. All you can do is squeeze his shoulder with a guilty smile, promising to talk about it again after dinner.

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Luna Lovegood

"Of course. Worms are lovely, don't you think?" she says with a dreamy smile. You gape at how easily the answer could be pried from your girlfriend; no questions asked. But then again, it's not like you hadn't expected this exact outcome already.

"Really?"

"Mhm," comes her gentle hum as she begins to stir her honeyed chamomile tea. A soft smile stays glued on her features, as if she's enjoying the conversation. "What kind of worm would you like to be, (y/n)?"

"I haven't really thought about it that far," You admit. "Are you sure, though? We won't be able to hold hands or anything like that."

You can't tell if you had just imagined the almost-frown tugging on her lips, because when she looks back up at you again, her sweet signature Luna smile is back in its place. "I suppose you're right. But I could carry you around everywhere with me. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be," you nod. "but can a worm even fit into that pocket of yours?" you question, noticing how hers are stuffed with unknown items; blades of grass sticking out ever so slightly. Flowers, perhaps.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. See?" she pulls out a couple of daisies and fairy foxgloves to reveal a now empty pocket. "Now, would you like some tea?"

You eagerly join her on the table, snuggling against your girlfriend ever so slightly as you both begin to talk about your day. The entire worm ordeal is slowly slipping out of your mind already.

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Neville Longbottom

Neville stops in his tracks at your question, taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth in his mind before he can give you a proper answer. You nearly giggle when his face scrunches up, brows knit and lips parted as he innocently asks, “But why would you turn into a worm?”

"Neville, love, no. It's a hypothetical question."

His entire body relaxes at this, releasing what you assume is a breath of relief. "Oh. I thought you were being serious for a moment there."

You shake your head with a giggle, taking a step closer to adjust the scarf around your boyfriend's neck. "I'm just curious is all. Would you still love me, then?" you ponder.

"Yes! Of course!" comes his instant reply, hands balled up into fists that match the determination on his face. "I would get you a nice worm house with all your favorite flowers in it," he bends one of his gloved finger inwards, beginning to keep count of this hypothetical to-do list. "Would you still be able to have human food? Well, either way, I promise to feed you every single day!"

He pauses, only for a second or two. "Oh! And I'll sing you worm songs! Or maybe we can sing them together? I don't know if you would still be able to talk as a worm though."

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate hug, effectively bringing his rambling—as well as the entire worm topic—to an end. His hands sheepishly find their home around your waist, where he places them softly as if it's his first time hugging you. After all the months of being together, it certainly isn't.

"What was that for?" he dares himself to ask, avoiding your eye contact shyly.

"For being the most loving and adorable boyfriend I could ever ask for," you lean in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. You don't miss the way he pulls up his scarf to hide the blossoming blush afterwards.

I have no idea why I wrote this either lol <3

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[iwadori]

Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves. 

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it. 

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.) 

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.” 

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say 

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks 

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur 

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice 

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit 

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU” 

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend” 

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3* 

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too 

[dissociativesworld]

Patience

Pairing: Wrecker x reader

Tags: little bit of angst, dom!Wrecker, cock warming, sex in the pilot seat (sorry tech), overstimulation, implied squirting, probably some other stuff I'm not thinking of

A/N: I had no idea how to end this so it's a little hasty at the end hope ya'll don't mind. Also no idea if I'm tagging people correctly

Taglist: @4rosydreams @kesshou-otome @cobiwanbanobi

NSFW below the cut

A shower had never felt so good. You didn’t even care that it was cold, after months on that godforsaken planet you were finally home. As one of the few females on base, you got your own room but you also knew that more than likely Wrecker would probably be passed out on your bed once you opened the ‘fresher door.

He hadn’t followed you to your room after the mission like he normally did. Hopefully, it was just because he wanted a shower just as badly as you did. But you also couldn’t help but think it probably had to do with your behavior on the mission which you still needed to genuinely apologize for. You’d lost your temper when he made a risky decision, not following the plan.

“Why can’t you be patient for once?!” You’d shouted at him.

In the few years, you’d known the Batch, you’d never raised your voice to any of them. And definitely not Wrecker even in the past year you’d been dating. It was out of character for you and it startled the entire team. Even Crosshair was shocked. And the look your boyfriend gave you broke your heart. But you didn’t want to admit you were in the wrong in front of them. You just wanted them to be safe and if they thought they’d piss you off by doing stupid shit, then you’d be the bad guy.

You turned the water off before wrapping yourself in a towel, the standard-issue military towel almost too small to cover you properly. Walking through your room to grab your blacks you were disappointed to see that Wrecker wasn’t there. Well, you needed sleep anyway. As you crawled into bed, it felt wrong. Too empty without being snuggled up to the large trooper. Maybe things would be back to normal in the morning.

~~~

The next morning you wandered down the halls of Kamino looking for your squad. Peeking into their barracks you were disappointed to see all of them, minus Wrecker.

“If you’re looking for Wrecker he slept in the Marauder last night.” Crosshair all but growled at you.

You made a face, “what? Why?”

“You really have to ask?” He scowled at you, normally he was pretty neutral toward you but he obviously didn’t appreciate that you hurt his brother’s feeling.

Sighing you doubled back to the hangar. You could see him sitting in the cockpit, a pout on his lips as he stared into space. You walked quietly onto the ship, quiet enough that he didn’t look up as you walked up behind him.

“Is it okay if I join you?” You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Wrecker glanced up, suddenly having his trademark smile on his face. “Mesh’la, I was just thinking about you.”

He pulled you down into his lap, his half-hard erection emphasizing his words.

“I came to apologize.” You smiled up at him.

He chuckled darkly, “I have a way you can make it up to me.”

You quirked an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this. His sudden change in attitude with your appearance had you wondering what he was thinking. Granted his smile was a welcome change.

“What did you have in mind handsome?” You asked.

Wrecker pulled you back against him, his cock hard against your ass. He kissed your neck, the other hand pulling your shirt up.

“You realize that anyone can walk into the hangar and see us?” You whispered, now wanting to admit that the thought went straight to your core.

He just hummed in response, his wandering hand moving up to your breasts, squeezing your breast none too gently. You gasped in response, grinding yourself against him.

“I’m going to test your patience sweet girl.” He growled low in your ear.

Your heart was in your throat. Wrecker was one of the most kind-hearted people you knew but since getting to know him a little more intimately you’d learned he wasn’t all soft and sweet. And since he learned you weren’t as fragile as you seemed, he’d enjoyed pushing your limits quite a bit.

“I was plenty patient during that mission mesh’la, considering I wanted nothing more than to lean you over the closest surface and fuck you.” His voice was a low grumble.

You whimpered in response, you could feel your slick soaking your panties.

“Look at you all quiet now, where’s my angry girl?” Wrecker asked as he nibbled on your ear.

Your face was uncomfortably flushed, your cunt was throbbing. Not thinking you moved your hand down to touch yourself through your blacks. Wrecker hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching your movements for a moment before putting his hand over your own.

“I haven’t even started yet cyare, are you sure I’m the impatient one?” His hot breath fanned down your neck before kissing your pulse point.

“Maybe not.” You murmured, leaning back allowing the hand up your shirt to pull it up over your head.

“No bra mesh’la? Naughty girl.” He chuckled, pulling his own shirt off before pulling your back against his chest.

Despite being together for so long you’d never get tired of feeling his muscle-bound body against yours. You could feel every movement against you as he wrapped his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides, a hand dipping between your legs. His touch was teasingly light, kissing your bare shoulders before biting down on the junction of your shoulder and neck, sucking a bruise there.

You whimpered again, squirming in his lap, desperate for more friction.

Wrecker paused his actions. “Don’t draw too much attention to us cyare, you don’t want anyone to see us do you?”

Instead of responding you ground your ass against his cock earning a growl from him.

“Or maybe you do, naughty girl. You want one of my vod to see how riled up I get you? See how good I fuck you?” He bit another spot on your shoulder.

“Please Wrecker.” You whined.

“Pants off, now.” Wrecker all but pushed you off his lap roughly, pulling the waistband of his pants down enough for his cock to spring free.

You pulled your pants down, you’d just barely gotten it below your ass when Wrecker pull you back down onto his lap.

“Giving the rest of them a show mesh’la? Why not just walk the halls naked?” Wrecker growled, hand grabbing your thighs roughly, pulling them apart so that they were hooked over his own.

He pushed your shoulders forward so that your ass lifted off of his lap, with his other hand grabbing his cock and rubbing its head through your folds. You knew you were dripping already, his quiet moans indicating he was enjoying the sight. He pulled you down onto his cock, the thick length spreading you open.

“Take it cyare, such a good girl.” His voice was deep as he reached around you to wrap a hand around your neck just below your chin.

He filled you more than you’d ever been before, you couldn’t move without his cock pressing against a sensitive spot inside you. His free hand went down to your clit rubbing lazy circles. You moved your hips, wanting movement but he stopped you, the grip on your neck tightening and pulling you back roughly. When you swallowed you could feel the strength of his hold.

Again you started squirming, the full feeling of his cock inside you building tension especially as he applies more pressure to your clit. He again tightened his grip, this time pulling your head back to his shoulder.

“I can sit here buried in your pussy all day cyare. I don’t think you deserve to cum after the attitude you gave me on that mission.” His voice was low but you could detect a smirk from him before he kissed your cheek before tilting your mouth to press against his.

“Please Wrecker. I want to feel you cum inside me.” You begged.

“Nice try mesh’la.” He chuckled, fingers against your clit pressing against you roughly.

The building tension was threatening to snap, arched your back, pressing yourself into his hand desperate for release. Wet heat radiated from inside your cunt, you could feel your wetness dripped down his cock and thighs as pleasure shook your core.

“Look at that cyare, squirting everywhere making a mess. You like my fingers and cock that much?” He teased. “Let’s see if you can do that again.”

His hand returned to your clit, now even more tender than before. The crescendo of pleasure building quickly again still riding on the pleasure of your last orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whimpered a chant under your breath as you felt yourself tighten around his cock again.

“That a girl, let go.” He moaned, kissing your neck.

Your second orgasm was more intense than the first, your vision blurring as pleasure flooded your body with the snap. Wrecker’s hips thrust into you with a few shallow thrusts before he moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside you as he came.

You stood on shaky legs to lean against the control panel, needing to get away from the stimulation but unable to stand on your own.

“You okay mesh’la?” Wrecker asked, concern evident in his voice as he gently touched your thigh.

You laughed, trying to brush off his concern. “Yeah, that was just a lot.”

You could hear him shifting behind you, assumably pulling his pants back up.

“C’mere cyare, let me hold you.” He murmured, pulling you back onto his lap, gentler this time.

You snuggled against him, his warm body gone from rigid to soft and comforting. His arms wrapped around you, cradling you to his chest. You two stayed like that for a few moments before you dressed and both of you made your way back to your room before you both passed out in each other’s arms.