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kakujis · 2 years

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ghost in the machine;

ft: bonten!mikey. pt 2 of this post.

warnings: afab!reader, pet names (baby, good girl), praise, reader is terrified of mikey LOL but warms up pretty fast, minor angst, pining, not implied kaku x reader, hes just mentioned cus i love him.

wc: 2.2k

a/n:i couldn’t get this song out of my head after i heard it and i thought it fit bonten!mikey so well. he’s so sad. TnT. i really wanted to write pt 2 of mikey’s part also, so this is purrfect!! may be a bit ooc, but idc. soft bonten!mikey ftw!!! this almost stayed sfw but i am nothing but a wh*re. a one track mind. anyways. soft… this is so soft. please love hims. ):

mikey has seen it all before, how could he not, when he holds the world in his hands? when one single command could ruin someone’s life, could set destruction wherever he wanted. each day comes and goes, routine settling deep in his bones. there’s no spark behind his eyes, hollow and empty. but he’s pretty like a seashell, fragility hiding behind the dark shadow of himself.

mikey didn’t think much when you were hired, wasn’t sure why he hired you anyway. but takeomi had insisted, have a pretty girl to take some of the burden off. but you ended up becoming less of his secretary and more of bonten’s secretary. and he found himself getting attached watching you flit around the headquarters like some maid. “ran, do you need help with that?” or “i’ll take the paperwork, don’t worry, kokonoi!” or “could someone please bring a warm tea up to mochi’s office?”

you maneuvered your way into all of them, gentle touches and even gentler wordings ringing in their ears like a song. you were available, physically and maybe sometimes emotionally, but you stayed at arm’s length and mikey knew why. simply put, you were afraid. afraid of getting too close, afraid that you were disposable like the random grunts who pissed haru off. but you were especially afraid of mikey, all of them would kill or order someone to be killed without a single hesitation, but who did they bow down to? their king, who they all followed dutifully. high above the king reigned supreme, and who were you but a simple pawn?

so you decided to drown in the work mikey gave you, heart hammering whenever he came too close. you needed this job, you needed to sustain yourself, you didn’t want to run back home, no you couldn’t run back home. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t put anyone you cared about in danger, not your parents nor your friends, knowing you stayed just a few feet away from the most dangerous men in Japan.

you had finished your work for today, finally done going through hours of mind-numbing paperwork. mikey had asked you to stay in late tonight and you had done just that, scrolling mindlessly on your phone waiting for your boss to come back. a means to distract yourself, since you loathed when it was just the two of you. that’s why you ran around the building like mad for other members that didn’t ignite your fight or flight. you hated the way your hands trembled when the door opened, automatically opening your texts with kakucho, not like he would come to your aid if you asked, never one to disobey his boss.

with the click of a lock, your stomach was flipping in waves, little alarm bells ringing through your brain and the grip on your phone became a little bit tighter. you could see him in your peripheral, the same expression as always, soulless, desolate, empty. sighing, he walked over to your desk, white locks falling by his eyes. there’s something on his mind as he reaches your desk, picking up some of your things, little trinkets you had gotten one day when ran mentioned how empty your desk was. he turns them in his hand, one by one, looking them over before setting them down.

“s-so,” you start, cutting through the silence, voice already shaky. “what’d you need from me, boss?” your hands start to move, one smoothing over your thigh, the other clicking the lock screen button on your phone repeatedly.

he doesn’t respond, instead sauntering to the couch and plopping down. he motions you over, two fingers up curled on his right hand, and you obey, slowly and shakily moving over. you sit opposite of him, trying to keep a good distance. if he’s upset by it, you can’t tell, dark eyes staring at you.

“i’m lonely.” he states, eyes trailing over you. your heart pounds at what he could be inferring, there’s no way, right? he’s never made a move on you before, it’s always been strictly business, besides he’s had you make dozens of calls to satisfy his urges before.

“oh! do you want me to make a call? i think, um, i think one of your girls should be free tonight, no?” you open your phone, contact: kakucho still visible on the top of your screen. are you alright? it reads, not realizing you had sent a text earlier, i’m scared.

he’s fast, snatching the device from your hands and throwing it to the floor, theres a few clacks as it bounces away. “i don’t want em.” you’re trembling, chest heaving, as he’s the closest he’s ever been, leaning into you as you try to back away. your body reacts on its own, shrinking down into the plush cushions. you brace yourself, waiting for him to start grasping at your clothes, but he doesn’t.

instead, one hand wraps around your wrist and gently tugs, “could.. you pretend you’re not scared of me? just for tonight?” his voice is so soft, whispery, and the hand around your wrist shakes lightly, like he’s the one who’s cornered.

you blink at him, there’s something in his eyes. something desperate and lonely, something that begs you to say yes. it melts away at your shaky core. just for tonight. you nod before adding, “i’ll try.”

he moves closer still and you steady yourself, deep breaths to make sure you don’t flinch. “just pretend i’m kakucho or somethin’,” he mumbles, sinking his face into the crook of your neck. you blush, it’s not like you were into kakucho, he just made you feel comfortable.

you’re still unsure what tonight will actually lead to, but you find yourself relaxing slightly in his arms. maybe it’s because you don’t have to do anything but stay there, in the embrace of a broken king.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, lips grazing your neck.

“where?” you gulp, a hint of that cruddy feeling in your stomach, clammy hands fiddling with the fabric of his shirt.

“here,” he breathes, pausing at your pulse-point.

you mull it over, but just for a moment, before you mumble out a shaky, “okay.”

he presses down and the kiss is soft, slow, and sweet. each time you anticipate that there will be something more, something harsh or heavy, there never is. every time he moves he asks again, “is it okay here?” and you say yes, over and over, as many times as he wants.

eventually, your hands stop trembling with fear, but want. each time his lips hover over a new spot you find yourself breathing out a yes before he even asks. one of your absent minded hands card through the tresses of his hair, as he moves a hand to the top button of your dress shirt.

“can i?” he asks, glancing up at you, a red tint on his cheeks. when you nod he seems to relax a bit as he slowly unbuttons your top revealing your bra underneath.

his hands ghost your exposed skin and you blush under his burning gaze. “you’re so beautiful.” his hands continue trailing, stopping at your waistband. “can-“

“yes,” you breathe, “you can.” it comes with an air of finality, the essence of letting go of your fear in return for what you desire. behind those cold, coal eyes, you think you see a spark, a dimly lit fire in the darkness of his soul.

he’s a little bit faster, only slightly, wanting to relish in the way you’re under him as he slips the rest of your clothing off, slick cunt on display. you react to every touch, a whimper escaping your lips when he flits his fingers over your clit.

he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. it’s tender, deep, and needy. he keeps kissing you as he slips one finger in, the gasp from your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. he inserts another, loving the way you arch up into him, messy tongues sliding over each other. he groans into you, feeling the way your needy cunt is already twitching on him, scissoring you open for later.

“mikey..” you sigh in between kisses, drool running down the side of your mouth, “please,” grinding your hips into his hand. he pulls his hand out to undress himself and you whine, trying to find something to grind onto. he thinks you’re a greedy little thing, but it’s better than when you shy away from him, much better in fact.

when he’s done, he hooks your legs up around his waist, giving his leaky cock a few pumps. he scans your face one more time as he lines up with your entrance, waiting to see if you’d tell him to stop. he would if you wanted him to, but you give no indication, instead watching his cock with pretty, wanting eyes.

like before, he’s slow as he pushes in, the tightness of your pussy around his cock has his mind spinning. for you, it’s a little uncomfortable, the stretch being something you never get used to no matter who it is, but the gentleness and earlier prep has you melting into him. as he bottoms out, hips flush with yours, he presses his forehead to yours before leaning in for another kiss.

he stills for a bit, eyes shut, savoring the feel of your wet, tight cunt. how long has he wanted you? if he thinks about it, probably since the day he met you.

“mikey?” you ask, and he snaps his eyes open. you’re so pretty, he thinks, as even prettier words leave your mouth. “p-please fuck me already.”

you mewl into him as he starts to move, steady rolls of his hips into yours sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. he pants as he glances down, watching your greedy hole suck him in.

“you feel so good,” he groans, “like you were fucking made for me.” using a particular harsh slam to punctuate his sentence.

your toes curl as the wet slap of skin reverberates throughout the room, before you’re putting your arms around him to tug him close, nails digging into his back.

“you close, baby? gonna cum for me?” he murmurs into your ear, feeling you clench down on him. “you like that? you wanna be mine? want me to fill you up everyday, so everyone knows whose pussy this belongs to?” he’s rambling now, eyes squeezed shut as your tight cunt continues to twitch on his cock.

“yeah,” you babble back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over, “‘m wanna be yours, want you to fuck me everyday,” he’s so deep and fills you up so well, you can’t help but want this. “f-fuck, mikey, i’m cumming!” you gasp, clamping down and creaming all over him, body shaking as you whimper into his neck to ride out your high.

“good girl,” he groans, “such a good job, baby.” it’s sort of dream-like for him, the way you moan and whine as he fucks you makes him want to keep going. but the continuous twitch of your walls has his hips stuttering out as he fills you up, hot white ropes of seed washing over your walls. he collapses on you, head buried in your neck, wrapping his arms snugly around you.

its quiet as the two of you bask in the afterglow, save for the ring of your phone. you peek over and squeak, trying to move mikey off of you, “ah, it’s kakucho, he’s-“

mikey places a finger on your lips, brows knit with a pout on his face as he presses hard down on you to keep you in place. it’s foreign to see your boss look so childlike, but it’s pretty cute, your heart fluttering at the sight. “you didn’t pretend earlier, so you’re not allowed to mention him now.” he grumbles, and you tilt your head to the side wondering what he’s talking about.

“just pretend i’m kakucho or somethin’”.

“o-oh,” you stammer when the realization hits. “right.” you stare at the ceiling, wondering how you ended up in such a predicament, not too long ago you couldn’t even be within the same room as him without panicking. now, you’re in his arms, skin to skin with his seed inside you, your cheek resting on his head. you don’t notice the absentminded stroke of your hand on the small of his back.

but mikey does and is once again struck by how someone as gentle as you wormed their way into the worst crime syndicate. he’s not sure if it’s love, but it’s probably something close. he’s like putty in your arms, unwilling and unable to pull out, even as you shift your legs to find a comfier position.

“let me stay here,” he mumbles, drowsiness taking over his limbs. “just for tonight, you can hate me again tomorrow.” but you know it’s not just for tonight anymore. there will be tomorrow night or maybe it’ll be next week, but you know you’ll find yourself in his arms again.

“i never…” you mumble, frowning, you want to say you’ve never hated him. you were just afraid, but the words don’t come out stuck on your tongue.

“don’t worry about it.” he yawns and you nod, it’s so different right now. you’re afraid to say anymore and ruin the atmosphere.

mikey has seen it all, but he thinks that the view of you is the best he's seen. it’s quiet again and he stays on you, in you, as the gentle rise of your chest lulls him to sleep.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x you #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro sano smut #mikey sano #bonten #bonten mikey #pibby writing #ok bai im gonna play league all day #god i love not proofreading #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano x reader

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nicolesainz · 2 years

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You never forget your power (LH44)

Lewis Hamilton x reader

warnings: fluff and heartbreaking

mentions of Abu Dhabi 2021 (not blaming anyone, just the fia, not max)

My eyes were full of tears

My heart was shattered into thousands of little pieces

And I knew at that moment, his would be into million

I look around me at a panicked and frustrated Mercedes garage, with all the mechanics swearing loudly in British slangs, Bono’s face in his hands and Suzie Wolff trying to calm her extremely angry husband.

I looked up at the big screen at the center of the track, only to be faced with a disappointment Lewis, who had raised his visor and his eyes were taken over by disgust and sadness.

What just happened was truly unfair! This title was stripped from his hands the very last moment. Disobeying the rules? This is what we’ve come to? I shake my head and try to shut off the noises around me.

Happy screams, fireworks and chantings were not things I wanted to hear at the moment. My stomach was twisting around. The podium moment was now and I can say that I’ve never felt more awful in my life.

I couldn’t bare looking at Lewis. I wanted to run up and give him the biggest hug. In all the years we’ve known each other, from little kids, he always fought like a true champion. He proved this seven times already.

Max was also a young man who wanted to show the world his talent. Everyone was happy for him. After years of fighting, he reached his ultimate goal.

This season, has been the most horrifying and breathtaking I’ve ever witnessed. I’m glad to say that it’s over. The feeling it left behind is bitter than anything. A win would have made it bittersweet, to say the least.

I could see Max’s father, Jos, side eyeing Toto, I walked a bit towards the boss’s side. His gaze was focused on Lewis, who had a blunt but teary look on his face. This was a hit for Mercedes right where it hurts. It hurt their pride. It hurt Lewis’s pride.

All for a human error.

“If I didn’t want to be banned from the paddock or dropped by the team, I would have punched him” Toto let out quietly, as his wifey caressed his arm.

“I can do it! No one can tell me what to do!” I offer, of course always joking.

“Y/N, darling please. For now, just stand by Lewis’s side. He needs you more than ever” Suzie gives me a gentle smile and I reply with an equally bright one.

“Don’t worry. I would never leave him alone”

“When is this bullcrap ending?” The angry Austrian man said, talking to himself

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After Lewis had finished with press and interviews, I was waiting for him at his driver’s room. My heart was racing and I couldn’t bare the thought of a sad version of him.

When he finally entered the garage and he saw me, his movements were faster. I opened my arms and he immediately threw himself at me. I could hear his deep breathing and slight sniffles. I didn’t want to pity him. He is a very strong and capable man. He knows though, that I will always be beside him.

“I guess the peak ended” he said quietly

“I truly hope you’re joking!” I grabbed his chin, for him to face me

“I’m not. Max is a very fucking fast and good driver. I can’t do much about it” Lewis replied still not looking me in the eyes

“If you say another bullshit in the next minutes I will walk away” I warn him! He shouldn’t degrade himself because he lost

“It’s not bullshit Y/N it’s the truth. I’m not good enough” he murmured underneath his breath

“Why are you being like this? You’ve lost again. It’s not the first time but you didn’t act the way you are now!” I raise my voice, which I immediately regret

“I was younger then. I was hungry for more. I still am. But I think my time has come to an end” I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs when he said that

“Even if you want to give up, I won’t let you! I won’t let you drop your entire career because of this!” I cupped his face in my hands and his gaze finally focused on me

“There’s no point in staying Y/N. We all have an expiration date” he says those things with suck ease, I truly hate it.

What he said truly affected me, but I believe that what I said to him afterwards left him speechless too

“So you’re saying that me falling in love with you, will expire soon?” I blurt our and Lewis’s eyes widen. Surprise and shock were written all over his face.

“You’re in love with me? Since when? How?” He was very confused by my statement and I was afraid he might have been scared too

“A year ago. The moment you crossed the line at the Turkish Grand Prix and won the seventh championship, I realized what my true feelings were for you. And that I would follow you to every corner of the world, and support you no matter what!” I said in a quick exhale and then try to catch my breath

“Good. Because I would refuse to have anyone by my side but you. You make me a better person and you’re the reason why I’m mature and want to learn more about life. You give me life” Lewis, leans forward in order for our foreheads to touch lovingly.

“Lewis, I don’t care if you win, lose, get a podium, not get a podium. I will forever be a supporter of yours through thick and thin”

“Like you always have!”

“And I always will. Never leaving you”

“Please don’t. Being close to you is intoxicating and simply brightens my mood. You boost me and make me improve constantly”

“I love you Lewis. Please never forget that”

“I love you too Y/N. And I am more than thankful to have been gifted with your friendship and now your heart. I promise not to break any of those. I will forever protect you!”

#lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #formula 1 #mercedes

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leoleolovesdc · 9 months

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I would love to write a TTS essay explaining why Gothel isn’t Cassandra’s mother and Frederick and Arianna aren’t Rapunzel’s parents and the show’s insistence on pushing parent/child struggles into those characters is kind of really forced so that’s exactly what I’m gonna do:

(Disclaimer: this got really messy and is kind of a bunch of nonesense glued together, so read it with a bit of patiece lmao)

Rapunzel grew up for the first 18 years of her life with Gothel, when TTS starts she has been living with Fred and Ari for 6 months and it’s wild to me how Raps already calls them mom and dad, but I won’t judge this part, she wants to be their daughter and wants to be a family so it makes sense that she would call them that way regardless if it feels natural or not, but I think where the series really fails is when it starts (by the very first episode) to give Rapunzel and Frederick father-daughter struggles, which is complete bs if you ask me, those two don’t know each other. Rapunzel shouldn’t have a “oh, I can’t disobey my father” train of thought because she doesn’t even know him and therefore he isn’t her father, at least not yet. She shouldn’t be so trusting of his judgement of love for her because they don’t have intimacy and the fact that they are fighting and disagreeing so much after having just reconnected is wild. Arianna is not that important for the plot, but her relationship with Rapunzel being so unapologetically perfect also rubs me the wrong way. Rapunzel was ruined by her mother, she was abused her whole life and I don’t think she would just let anyone fulfill the role Gothel did without getting some therapy to unpack everything wrong that her mother, the one that actually raised her, did.

Rapunzel had a narcissistic mother, an awlful one who never loved her, but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t love Gothel. Raps lived her whole by that woman’s side, she loved her more than anything in the world and realizing the manipulation and abuse wouldn’t just immediately stop a person as kind and forgiving as Rapunzel to still love her like a mother, because like it or not Gothel raised her for 18 years. She wasn’t a good mother by any means but she was her mother nonetheless.

Another point is that at the end of season one Rapunzel goes away from Corona to explore, learn about the world and her own powers. I am not exactly sure how much time passes from the beginning to the end of s1 but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t more than 6 months, so Rapunzel lives with her bio parents for about a year and then goes straight into a one year long self discovery journey and you’re trying to tell me that she missed them? Not even just missed, but when she got hold of an artifact that showed what you waned the most what she saw were her biological parents and the people of Corona who in the first episode she claims to not remember the names of? That’s some real bs right there and I have no idea how the show runners thought this made any sort of sense. She doesn’t fucking know them, maybe she respects or care about her folks, but she couldn’t have possibly built this life long parent/child relationship that the show treats like she did.

Now, with Cassandra it’s a bit more complicated. She lived with Gothel for about four years of her life before being abandoned, but she very obviously didn’t remember any of this, either because she was too young or because she repressed those memories. Gothel didn’t seem to love Cass in the slightest, but because Cass grew up with only a emotionally distant father she longed for this reassurance that she was loved by a parent figure at some point in her life, she blames Rapunzel for everything that went wrong with her life, which can make sense but also is a bit awkward to sustain once you analyze the actual facts. Yes, Rapunzel and Eugene killed Gothel, but she didn’t mean to do that, it was Eugene’s plan and he only did it because Raps had literally agreed to be used and locked up from the real world for the rest of her life. Cass isn’t dumb, she would know better than lashing out at her friends for accidentally saving her from living with a narcissist who didn’t care about her. Gothel isn’t Cassandra’s mother, Cass doesn’t have a mother because she didn’t have anyone to actually raise her.

If I was to rewrite Tangled we’d have a very different approach to how bio parents are handled, especially Rapunzel’s. I don’t think she should be close to Arianna and Frederick at all, heck, I don’t even think she should call them mom and dad. Cause bear with me, if you randomly found ot you are adopted by the time you were 18 and actually went to live with your biological family for about a year do you think you’d even have this sort of intimacy and bond with them?

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pomegranate-belle · 1 year

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not sure if earth-65 counts for daredevil bingo, but i would love a child soldiers fic with murderdock (and possibly gwen)! anger born of worry could also be really fun.

Ooh... Murderdock with Anger Born Of Worry really spoke to me :3

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“What the hell was that.”

Gwen, who was in the middle of getting sewn up by an expressionless Otomo, did not have the patience to respond politely.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thanks for saving my life, Gwen’,” she snarled. “And you’re welcome, you bastard.”

“The words I’m looking for are too NC-17 for your teenage ears,” Murdock sneered right back. “I told you to leave.”

Gwen rolled her eyes.

“Oh, was that an order? I thought it was a friendly suggestion.” The pinch of the needle intensified. “Ow!”

Otomo’s eyes flicked up to Gwen.

“I’ll be more careful,” he told her neutrally enough that she was pretty sure he was pissed off too.

Well, of course he was. God forbid she disobey orders, even if they were stupid. Otomo was all about that respecting your superiors crap. That just annoyed Gwen more, though. She’d saved Murdock! They should both be grateful to her! It was just her luck that being a big damn hero only got her scolded like a kid who’d broken curfew. She sat through the remaining five stitches, silent but simmering with resentment.

Once Otomo had finished bandaging her side and stepped away, the hem of Gwen's borrowed shirt fell back down to cover the injury. Like it wasn't even there. The steady flare of pain was pretty good proof that it was, though.

“You’re the one who wants me to fight all the time, but now you’re mad because I did?” she muttered. “How is that fair?”

“I trained you to fight! I didn’t train you to risk your life like an idiot!”

Gwen threw her hands up, then cringed as the movement tugged on her stitches.

“I’m not like you! Trying to save people is what I do! Was I just supposed to leave you to die?”

“Yes!”

That stopped Gwen cold. She swallowed.

“I, what?”

That. That didn’t make any sense. Murdock was a self-serving asshole. But. In what world did him dying serve his own interests? Unless it was just irritation about having to be saved. That, she’d believe.

Murdock took three stomping steps away from her, towards the wall of windows looking out over the city. For a moment she wondered about those windows — what could he sense out of them? Anything? Or did he just have to imagine the city buzzing below? She shook those thoughts off quickly, determined to hold on to her indignation.

“Seriously? You’d rather die than get saved by me? That’s how easily damaged your pride is?”

“You were hurt!” Murdock snapped, whirling around to face her. “You’re my apprentice, Gwendolyn — my charge. And I failed to keep you safe.”

The vicious smile dropped from Gwen’s face. Off to the side, Otomo’s expression was tight and dark in a way that reminded Gwen of her dad — the pain, the guilt in his eyes when she first took off her mask.

That was…

They were worried. They were mad at her because they were worried about her. And she’d just been blowing them off like a jerk. Her neck and ears burned with shame.

“I didn’t…” Gwen sighed, looked away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do it again,” Otomo said. “Perhaps this is one lesson you can manage to learn the first time.”

“You—”

“No training for two weeks,” Murdock interrupted. “And you won’t be going out as Spider-Woman either. Otomo, please drive Gwendolyn home and ensure Captain Stacy is made aware of these restrictions.”

And then, like a dismissal, he turned to face the windows again. Gwen watched him as she was herded out the door. He looked powerful towering over the city; imposing, unmovable.

How quickly would he break apart though, she wondered, if she ever told him she’d taken that blow because cared about him too? The door closed between them, and Gwen kept those sentiments tucked behind her tongue.

#writing #thanks for the ask!#spider gwen #matt murderdock

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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 1 year

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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox

all fairy tail characters basically Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic

Follows Fairy tail but with my own twists set in modern day

Fluff and Angst

Romance / Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

You can also read it here -

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Chapter 11

'Healing ribs are a bitch.' Lucy thought as she tried to rearrange herself on the pillows.

Three days have passed since their battle with Phantom Lord.

Things within the guild have been hectic since their victory, with everyone either resting, trying to recover from their injuries and magic depletion, or helping with the cleanup of the guild and mending of the damage done to the forest by Jupiter.

At one point during all the chaos the older pink-haired healer came into Lucy's room after she'd woken up and looked over her injuries, shoved a couple of tonics down her throat, before ordering her to stay in bed and heal, until Wendy gave her the green bill.

The scary woman left as quickly as she came, going on to check the rest of the injured mages, leaving Natsu and Lucy in the spare room of the guild, where Natsu then proceeded to fill her in on all that she'd missed while she was unconscious.

Like Erza waking up after getting hit by Jupiter's Cannon and showing up in the middle of Natsu's fight. How she managed to beat the mage that stole the Master's soul while Natsu went ahead to find her, and that she brought the soul back in the nick of time to save Makarov before she passed out once more due to exhaustion.

How Porlyusica and Wendy gave Makarov his soul back and how the Master upon waking up, immediately went after Jose and used one of the three great spells of Fairy Tail to teach the vile auburn-haired man never to mess with his children.

Lucy shuddered as Natsu explained how Fairy Law worked.

Apparently, the spell targets the enemies of the castor and makes them experience their worst nightmares and tortures as punishment, it usually leaves its victims paralyzed with fear for days.

The magic council came to Magnolia after they were notified of the incident and arrested Jose Porla for breaking the Guild's treaty and attacking a fellow guild without cause.

The rest of the mages from Phantom Lord were given the opportunity to prove themselves for the better and join new guilds, Their progress will be monitored, and their behaviors reported to the council via their guild masters monthly.

One Juvia Lockser decided to join Fairy Tail. She had fallen in love with Gray during their battle and didn't want to leave him.

She was the same girl that had kidnapped Lucy from her apartment, but she's since apologized for her actions, and Lucy has learned what kind of man Jose is, and what the punishment for disobeying an order could be, so she really couldn't hold it against the blue-haired girl.

The blunette was such a sweet girl that Lucy felt sorry for her having to obey the orders of such a man.

She'd almost flooded her temporary room when she came to apologize alongside Gray, and a supervising Natsu staring her down. "Juvia truly is sorry for her actions. But Juvia had no choice! It was a direct order from Master Jose, and Juvia can't disobey those." She had managed to say between tears.

And if Lucy weren't in so much pain, she probably would've asked the girl why she spoke in the third person, but it was a tad endearing and she was tired.

"There are no hard feelings Juvia, I understand. Welcome to Fairy Tail." Her words made the water mage cry even harder, making Gray escort her out of Lucy's room before it really was flooded.

The council decided that Fairy Tail was not at fault in this incident as Phantom Lord attacked first and acted against the treaty that was active between the guilds.

Their actions were deemed purely defensive in nature.

So they helped repair the damages done to the guild with the help of Magic, making the building and the fields behind it as good as new.

All in all, Lucy was relieved to hear that besides mild injuries, everyone was alive and Fairy Tail was still standing.

But she was still left with a distressing issue.

Her father.

His actions have been inexcusable.

Almost getting her killed? Hiring a magical guild to bring her back by force? Not a letter, a phone call, even a text or e-mail.

No, Jude Heartfilia went straight for violence.

He knew where she was. Has probably had her followed, or tracked and he's known this whole time. Was this a joke to him, Her life?

She needed to go back home.

Lucy needed to go to Crocus and confront her own nightmare and put him in his place.

He will learn what happens when someone she cares for gets hurt because of him. He thinks her a feeble little girl and she almost wants to laugh at the thought.

Jude is in for a very rude awakening when they meet.

After the holidays, Lucy decides. She'll leave after Christmas and deal with her father, so she can enter the New Year without having to look over her shoulder.

And maybe for the first time since her mother's death, she would be free.

Free of the shadow her father had cast over her for so long.

The thought of holidays brought her back to the present and reminded her that she hadn't even started shopping for gifts, and she didn't have a clue about what to buy for anyone.

Well, she knew what she was getting for Happy, Erza, Wendy, and Levy. But that was about it.

She was stumped on Gray, Mirajane, Lisanna, and Natsu, most of all.

What do you get a glutinous, fire hazard that is also your partner and best friend? A best friend that has saved your life countless times over a mere few months?

At least she has plenty of time to think about presents and scroll online to try and find something while she is stuck in bed.

Wendy came to check on her earlier and told her she had a few more days before she was fully healed.

"Your ribs were broken in so many places on both sides and it will take some time for them to set properly, even with the healing from Porlyusica and me, and your slight healing factor. Your leg is still recovering as well." The young healer told her and then continued with a smile. "But don't worry! Everything is setting wonderfully, and you'll be good as new in no time!"

And while Lucy appreciated the younger girl's words of encouragement, she was starting to feel stir-crazy.

Being stuck in this room, with her phone and the books she had Natsu bring her from her place as company was nice the first few days when she didn't feel like she could move without feeling pain.

But now she was certain she could move about, around her room at least. Or go down to the bar with a crutch or cane! But Wendy insisted on leaving Lucy on bed rest for a while longer, just to be safe.

Natsu and Happy have also been in and out of the room as they pleased since she'd woken up.

The latter was in tears when he first saw her lying in bed and jumped to cuddle with her, crying on about how worried he was when Natsu ran off without him to go and find her.

And Lucy could only clutch the exceed close to her, ignoring the pain that shot through her and glancing at Natsu as he sat on the chair next to the bed.

The pinkette smiled at her when he noticed her stare, making Lucy blush under his gaze.

It left her feeling warm and safe.

They stayed for most of the day, Happy cuddled up to her, and Natsu popping in and out, bringing her food, drinks, and books before they both left her to rest for the night.

She was grateful for the company, though their tendency to make her laugh didn't help with the pain in her ribs.

Levy also came to see her that day after Wendy left.

Both girls ended up in tears when they saw each other. Lucy had been worried about the blunette since Natsu called her telling her she'd been attacked. And Levy was worried after seeing the state she was in when Natsu brought her back.

As their tears subsided Lucy told Levy the same story that she told Erza, Mira, Gray, and Natsu. Explaining to the girl her heritage and how she was a runaway.

She also tried apologizing for her father's involvement in Levy's attack and the whole battle that happened between Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord because of it.

The blue-haired girl was taken aback by her confession but understood the need for secrecy.

Levy reassured Lucy that she didn't have anything to apologize for.

"It is not your fault, none of it! Don't blame yourself for other people's actions, and don't blame yourself for keeping your secrets either! What you did, couldn't have been easy, and it took guts." The blunette proclaimed from her seat.

"Be proud of yourself Lu, and don't apologize to me or anyone, promise?" Levy told her, determination in her eyes as she grasped her shoulders and tried to drive her point in.

Lucy felt the tears welling up in her eyes at her friend's kind and reassuring words. "I know rationally that none of it is my fault, but I can't help but feel guilty. Thank you for understanding." Lucy paused for a moment before cracking a joke.

"You know, I never thought I'd be grateful to that dementor thing for attacking me, and for whatever reason Natsu was in Hargeon that day. Because it brought me here, and I have never felt more at home."

She ended up making Levy tear up. "I'm glad you joined the guild too!" With a laugh, the two girls went to embrace each other and cried some more.

That's how Natsu found them.

Hugged each other, with tears streaming down their faces.

"Are you guys okay?" He sounded concerned looking between them as he balanced the plates of food in his hands while trying to close the door.

Lucy pulled away from Levy, wiping the tears from her face as she turned to smile at him. "Yeah, we're good, just talking. What is that? It smells amazing!"

He nodded and moved to the other side of the bed, setting down the plates for her to pick what she wanted.

There was some kind of spicy chicken, some glazed ribs, and eggs and bacon.

Lucy tried to hide her smile at the array of food. He knew what she wanted and brought the rest for himself, but still let her pick.

Shaking her head at his antics she grabbed the eggs and bacon. "Thank you, Natsu!" She smiled at him before digging into her food.

Mira's cooking was always the best, no matter what it was. And Lucy's had top chefs cooking for her since she was little.

But nothing compared to the Eldest Strauss's skills.

"Mm, this is so good." Lucy said as she swallowed her food, making Levy giggle at her. "You sound like Natsu." She pointed out, making the said man laugh, patting his knee as he did.

"Ya totally did! I'm rubbing off on you!" He told her with a pleased expression on his face, his chest puffed up at the thought of influencing her behavior.

Lucy scoffed at him, extending her hand so she could push at his cheek playfully, moving his head to the side as she did.

"You oaf, I'm just hungry, don't go around gloating!" She told him as she moved back to her food, she was really hungry.

Natsu just continued laughing as he looked back at her, watching her eat at least half of her plate before he started devouring his food.

"Stop eating like that, you're getting chunks of food everywhere!" Lucy yelled at him as a piece of rib stuck to her cheek, she heard Levy laugh in the background.

Natsu turned to look at her with a mouthful of food. "Huh?" He asked as he swallowed and licked his lips, looking at her he noticed the piece of food on her cheek and moved his finger to flick it off.

"Sorry Luce, was just excited, the chicken smells so good."

Her heart swelled at his tone, so genuine it made her smile. "Just don't shove it in your mouth like a caveman, and don't talk before swallowing the food?" She asked and he nodded his head vigorously, saluting her as he did. "Aye, sir!" And went back to eating his food, a bit more carefully this time.

Lucy laughed at his silliness, her ribs protesting the movement but she pushed through it.

He was something else.

Levy cleared her throat, and Lucy was brought out of her thoughts, She looked at the blue-haired girl with a blush on her cheeks.

"I'm going to go downstairs, I have some translating work that needs to be finished. I'll see you later." She tells her as she gets up to leave.

"Sure, thank you for the talk, Levy. I needed to hear that." Lucy told her and Levy moved to grasp her hand and squeezed it. "Anytime Lu."

"Thank Mira for the food for me!" Lucy yelled out as Levy closed the door on her way out.

"Did Wendy come to see you today?" Natsu asked as he set down the empty plate of food on the nightstand next to the chair.

"She did, she told me I'm on bed rest for a few more days." Lucy pouted as she relayed the information to him. "Apparently my ribs were shattered and 'need time to properly mend'." She said, adding air quotes to the sentence.

Natsu's brow furrowed at her words, his eyes narrowing on her torso, where several bandages were keeping her ribs compressed under her clothes to help with the healing process, and she cursed herself for saying anything.

"Hey, I'm fine, The tonics from Porlyusica and Wendy's magic helped a lot, and my healing factor is contributing too. I'll be back on my feet and we'll be back to doing jobs again in no time!" She tried to cheer him up with her words, putting a hand over his own and giving it a gentle squeeze.

He perked up at her words, smiling slightly.

"We're not taking any till after the Holidays, it's too crowded to travel and a pain to stay hidden." He told her, and her heart dropped as she remembered she needed to leave after Christmas.

It would be a few days at most, but she still dreaded the thought of going back to that house. She shook off the feeling and smiled brightly at Natsu, who continued talking.

If he noticed her sudden mood change, he didn't mention it.

"But don't worry, the guild is organizing a victory party when everyone is better so we can celebrate kicking Phantom's ass! And there's the Christmas and New Year's party as well. It's gonna be a drunk few weeks for Fairy Tail!" He exclaimed, making Lucy laugh at his enthusiasm, clutching her ribs as she did.

"I can't wait, though you need to be sober for some of them, because I need your help with the presents, so we need to go shopping once I'm back on my feet." Lucy told him, feeling giddy at the thought of going Christmas shopping.

She'd never had the opportunity before, and after seeing it in so many movies and TV shows she wanted to experience it.

Natsu groaned at her words, shoulders slumping as he rested his head on the bed.

"Do I have to? Ya know I have a hard time in places where there's a lot of people, and snow sometimes melts around me, that's hard to explain." He tried to reason with her, voice muffled by the comforter, but she heard the slight pleading to it.

"You're such a big baby! Fine if you don't wanna go with me, I'll ask Levy to come." She huffed out, crossing her arms as she did. "I just thought my best friend would want to come with me." She pouted, looking at him with wide eyes.

Natsu peaked back at her and let out a huff of his own at her expression, sitting up he ran a hand over his face before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, fine! We'll go Christmas shopping."

Lucy let out a whoop of excitement, jumping forward to hug him, completely forgetting her fractured ribs. Though Natsu seemed to remember, his hands carefully wrapped around her lower back. Pulling her into him, not putting any pressure on her ribs.

She still felt the sting of pain at her sudden movements, but she ignored it in favor of hugging the pinkette.

"You're the best!" She whispered into his chest as they stayed wrapped around each other.

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered back as he tightened his hold on her.

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Christmas shopping turned out to be fun and incredibly stressful at the same time.

Though, Lucy had a feeling that if Natsu weren't here with her, it would've been a lot duller.

It was a week and a half before Christmas and things were chaotic in the shops, to say the least, with people everywhere rushing around, trying to find the perfect last-minute present.

As she observed the crowds of people dashing about, she wondered what took them so long to go out and look for presents. She had been kidnapped and almost beaten to death, so that delayed her holiday shopping, but what about everyone else who was rushing around?

Lucy was also thankful that her injuries were fully healed, otherwise, this whole experience would have been even less pleasant.

The week of her recovery was not something she wanted to repeat anytime soon, or ever.

Healing ribs was a tedious process.

Wendy informed her that it wouldn't have been such a long process if her ribs hadn't been shattered in so many places and that when Natsu brought her back, it took her and Porlyusica a small miracle to put them back together so that they could heal properly.

And true to Natsu's word, once everyone in the guild was up on their feet, Fairy Tail had a victory party. And again the guild's festivities lasted several days.

It was a drunken haze of tears, laughter, drinking, singing, and even fighting within the guild. And Lucy was overjoyed that she'd ended up in such a place. So loving and welcoming. Where people genuinely cared for each other as Family and went above and beyond to protect their own.

A complete opposite of her upbringing.

After they'd sobered up and freshened up in Lucy's apartment, they left Happy to watch his fish documentary and went to look for presents.

Levy was first, as her present was the easiest, well besides Happy that is.

Before all the Phantom drama, they'd been talking about this book series that sounded interesting.

It was based on one of Levy's favorite mythologies, the bluenette hadn't gotten a chance to check them out, so Lucy decided to get her the whole set.

After the bookstore, Lucy asked Natsu if he knew a good place she could buy a sword or any kind of weapon.

The look on his face was priceless as he processed her words. His head snapped to look at her as he brought his hand to fiddle with his scarf, before moving to scratch the back of his neck nervously.

"Whatcha need weapons for Luce?" He asked her with an almost scared chuckle.

"Not me for me you dummy. I want to buy one for Erza. She's helped me so much with my training. And with everything that happened with Phantom Lord."

She saw Natsu open his mouth to protest at her words, but she raised her hand to stop him. "I know it wasn't my fault, but she still took Jupiter's blast to protect the whole guild, and her armor and shield were pretty damaged, so I want to get her something nice." She finished with a shrug.

He looked at her for a second before nodding once. "Okay. I know a place that sells more than just weapons. You'll like it. Come on." He took her hand in his and started leading her down the streets of Magnolia.

Lucy still hadn't gotten the chance to really explore the city since moving and took the opportunity to look around and take in the beauty of Magnolia in the winter. It really was a beautiful city, before running away from home she hadn't had the chance to travel anywhere.

And before joining Fairy Tail, she was still running. Never took a chance or tried to settle down anywhere, always thinking about her next move.

It was a nice feeling. Belonging.

They walked around for about half an hour, Lucy following next to Natsu and observing the decorated shops and streets as they made their way.

And while Lucy would normally never willingly walk in the cold, Natsu's presence made it more than bearable. He was like a walking heater, and she kept her arm locked with his the whole time, leeching off his heat.

They looked like an odd pair. Though to be fair Natsu always stood out, no matter where they were.

Lucy didn't know if it was the pink hair, his tendency to be the loudest person in any room, or the way he was dressed in an open sleeveless waistcoat, with a one-armed singlet underneath, paired with his parachute pants and sandals in the middle of December.

In the snow.

His scarf was the only thing that made sense.

And now that she thinks about it, she's never seen him without it. He always has it on.

She's seen him sleep in it.

'Huh, I wonder what that's about. I doubt he gets cold.' Lucy thought as she moved her glance from his scarf to their feet.

"You weren't kidding when you said that snow melts around you." She said as she watched his every step melt the snow around him into a puddle.

"It's why I usually avoid being in crowds and shit during winter. Like I said, no good way to explain it." He answered her with a shrug as he steered them to turn left where there were fewer people, and the surrounding buildings were filled with mostly empty shops.

Save a few dingy-looking ones.

They approached a store whose sign was flickering in and out. "This is the place, Come on, they have the coolest stuff." He pulled on her hand and they went into the store.

"There's all kinds of magical weapons and stuff that you can find. I actually buy my clothes from here because I tend to burn normal ones."

"That sounds cool, maybe I can find a present for everyone while we're here. It'll save us the time." Lucy told him as they started walking down the aisles of the store, which was a lot bigger on the inside.

There were so many things that Lucy saw on the shelves. Books, potions, magical objects she couldn't recognize, plants, and herbs that she'd never seen.

"I'll show you the weapons first, and then you can look around." Natsu's voice made her look back at him, and he took her hand in his and started leading her through the shelves.

"They have a whole part of the store dedicated to magic weapons, I'm sure you'll find something for Erza. Though I think it's crazy that you want to buy her another weapon." He told her as they walked through the various magical items.

Lucy laughed at his words as she looked around the store. Trying to spot anything that she could potentially buy for her friends. "You're being dramatic." She sing-songed back at him.

"Yeah, remember you said that when she's trying to kill me with the sword you buy for her!" He huffed out at her, some steam coming out of his nose, making Lucy laugh even harder. "You are ridiculous, honestly. If Erza is chasing you around with a sword, you've probably deserved it."

She strolled passed his surprised and offended look as she spotted the weapons area of this place.

"Wow, there's a lot of different kinds

here, I'm not even sure I know all of these weapons." Lucy marveled, looking around the area at the various steel defenses.

"Yeah, I think Erza's bought some of hers here." Natsu chimed in, appearing next to her and slinging his arm on her shoulder.

"They're all so cool, and I know nothing about swords and stuff like that." She pouted up at him as she looked at the various shurikens, maces, crossbows, and spears displayed on the walls.

"You've known Erza for a long time, do you know which one she'd like? Has she ever mentioned a weapon she's always wanted?" Lucy asked him, hoping the drakon would know something she didn't.

She watched him as he tried to think of something. It was actually kind of amusing, and a little cute. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, and the way his forefinger and thumb were grasping his chin.

Holding back a giggle Lucy turned back to the weapons and tried to see if she could find something cool.

"I can't think of anything!" Natsu almost whined out, and Lucy glanced back at him and smiled softly. "It's okay, come on, we can find something together." She told him as she turned back to her quest to find the perfect weapon for the red-headed warrior.

Thinking back to her training sessions with the older girl, Lucy remembered she mostly liked to use swords while fighting, though she did have spears and other artillery in her pocket dimension.

She didn't want to get her something the girl wouldn't like to use in combat.

Looking back at the swords, her eyes were drawn to a beautifully ornate sword.

Its hilt was decorated with a golden snake coiling around it. It was an unusual sword, with a curved sickle protruding near the tip of the blade.

"This one." Lucy said, getting Natsu attention. "Oh, yeah, that one works." He said a little faint as he examined the weapon.

"Come on, let's try and find something for everyone else. I'm pretty sure this is the perfect place for what I had in mind for Wendy's present as well."

She told him as she took the sword from the wall and started walking back to where they came from, hoping she'd be able to put the sword at the counter and not have to carry it around while she was looking for other things.

"Do you think they have, like any cute herbal containers here? And hopefully, they have some of the plants she was talking about. I wrote them all down." She kept talking, hearing his steps behind her as they made their way through the shelves.

"I don't know about that Luce, ya'll have to ask the shop's owner about that, but I'm sure they'll have the pants. Like I told ya, there's a lot of stuff here." He told her as they strolled to the front of the store, and approached the counter.

An old man was sitting behind it, reading a book.

"Good afternoon sir." Lucy said politely, trying to get the man's attention.

"One second please, I'm almost finished with this page." The man replied, not taking his eyes off the boom and holding out a finger.

Lucy looked at Natsu, and he looked back at her at the same time and they exchanged a confused look between them.

"Ah, thank you. Now welcome to Cami, How may I be of assistance?" The graying man asked them as he set the book down.

"It was no problem, we just wanted to know if we could leave this sword-" Lucy put the sword down on the counter carefully. "Here with you while we check for some other things?" She asked the man.

"Leave it here, I'll hold it for you, You've picked a nice piece for yourself. A Harpe blade is quite the weapon. And this particular one has been wielded by some of the grates." He told them as he brought the sword behind the counter.

"It's for a friend of ours, she's a formidable warrior. I was also wondering if you had any ornately designed herbal containers. Or any of these plants?" Lucy asked the man, handing him a piece of paper with several different herbs.

"This is quite the list. I'm afraid most of these aren't in bloom. I do have Cornfir,

Winterberry, Grey sagebroom, Winter wine, and Guard's leaf. I can gather that up for you if you'd like, As for the containers, you should try a few rows down from where you came from, I'm sure there's something for you there." The man offered her the lists back and pointed to the fourth row down.

"That would be lovely if you could, thank you. We'll look around and see what we can find." She offered the man a smile and turned to grab Natsu's hand and pull him towards the aisle.

"Let's go Natsu!"

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Interwoven | Chapter 4

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating: Mature/Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Hob Gadling, Original Characters, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Calliope, The Endless, Eve, Delirium, Death, Desire Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Character Development, Established Relationships, General complicated feelings, meeting the family, meeting the friends, talk about fantasies, domestic life, fluff, past Relationships, ANGST, OFC: Dahlia, Named Reader, 1st POV

Summary: She had very few people in her life and while he denied it, Dream had so many. People that cared for him, people that warned her. Or in other terms, Dream and Dahlia’s casual relationship is turning not so casual. Chapter Summary: A family meeting of sorts

I spent my time going from dream to dream, trying to resort my tangled thoughts, almost oblivious to what was going on around me. I needed to walk, to move, or else I would spiral down into something dark and insecure.

Giants loomed in a forest of emeralds, helping a young girl to swing back and forth by tying rope and a board to their fingers. Her laughter helped but I felt like I was darkening the mood. An endless maze of a house grew and grew for a boy who desperately wanted to find a way out and I watched him run past me over and over again, not realizing the house was a loop. His distress was bitter so I walked on. A young woman dreamed of opening a bakery inside of a giant sourdough loaf, the walls toasted and warm and tables made of slices of butter but I stayed slightly cold. Falling back into old habits, doors appeared, leading me from one dream to the next as if my subconscious or the magic that allowed me the ability was trying to help. But I could only think about the story Eve had told me and her warning. Loving Lord Morpheus is not for the faint of heart. I didn’t love him, that was jumping the gun when so much of our relationship was…confusing. It wouldn’t be hard to, if I wasn’t terrified. Love had pushed me into a cage long ago, had led me to take suffering and abuse because at least I was loved and that made it all better. He had loved Alianora, even if it was Desire’s doing, and she had loved him, but time had corroded it away like it does all things and he’d been cruel. Cold. She’d been caged in the same way and that was terrifying. Somewhere out there was dream island where his old love was tucked away so she couldn’t bother him. Out of sight, out of mind. I wondered if being mortal was a perk for him. At least when he got bored of me, I’d go home and die off. I sighed, going through another door to another dream, a boy with a mermaid tail swimming passed through the air while a school of flying fish followed him. I was underwater but not, able to walk on as if on land and breathe normally even if the water lifted my hair. The Morpheus people spoke of always seemed so different from the one I knew. When he had triggered my trauma, he’d learned and corrected himself, aware of the pain it caused. He played at being annoyed at me disobeying him but I could see the lightness and humor when I did so. And when I argued with him, he was stubborn but didn’t push me away as a dumb simple human. But there were hints there. When we had fought about Calliope, it’d been there in the coldness and the words he bit out but also easily pushed away. He had changed and yes, was also fighting it. Maybe his time in imprisonment had affected him more than I knew, but it didn’t erase the person he was. It was hard to process that echo of cruelty that seemed to reverberate in the stories of his past and the sharpness in his eyes and I sighed again. I entered another door and paused, eyes trying to adjust to the bright technicolor buildings that surrounded me as I stood on a city street. The buildings were an array of neon colors and seemed to pulse and sway, giant eyes blinking in place of windows and peering down at me. It was most likely a drug trip induced dream, something I had come across a handful of times. The sidewalk was less solid and more like jello, bouncing slightly as I walked and the world around me so bright against my black dress. It was like walking into a bad Lisa Frank painting. Two girls lay star-fished on the ground in the middle of the road, head to head, blinking up at the rainbow sky. Butterflies and fish and spiders floated around them like buzzing insects. I frowned, feeling my eyes strain at all the color. “Hi,” a voice called out, coming out of one of the girls in word-shaped smoke, a small smoke smiley face following then dissipating. I smiled softly and walked forward a bit, arms wrapped around me. One of the girls had blonde hair, braids and beads knotted throughout, bright blue eyes glassy as they stared unblinking at the sky. She didn’t register me, barely seemed to notice anything happening around her which made me frown. The other girl had bright red hair with streaks of color, half the side shaved down and colorful eyeshadow smeared. One eye was sharp and blue, the other green with silver flecks. The mismatched eyes found mine and something thrummed through me as if someone had put one hand to a live wire and the other into a bowl of slime. It was strange and uncomfortable but I knew that while she was in this dream, she wasn’t the dreamer or even of the Dreaming. A visitor, trespasser. “Hi,” I replied slightly confused, staring at her in her upside down position. “You’re really pretty,” she said in a singsong voice, the words coming out in more word shaped smoke but now in swirling color. My lips quirked even in my confusion, the smoke moving around me, “Thanks. Are you…supposed to be here? You’re not a dream.” Her own lips pursed, large eyes blinking while her hands twirled in the air around the floating butterflies and fish. The blonde girl still stared unseeing on the ground opposite her. “I mean, am I supposed to be anywhere? Are you supposed to be here?” she let out a string of words, smoke struggling to caption in the air, “I don’t know, that’s not really my thing. I don’t know, I guess I wanted to be here but maybe I am supposed to be here! I bet my brother would know in the big book- ooooh! What if we go and ask him and then we can see if we can go somewhere it doesn’t say but then maybe now that I’ve said it the book would know and we would be doing what the book said- I don’t know! Oh we can ask if bricks or planks would be better!” My brain felt like it was melting, struggling to keep up with the line of dialogue she was going down, registering an older sibling. Not a dream then, but her description of a book sounded awfully familiar. I could only smile and nod, “Uh, I’m not sure we can see your big brother but we can ask Dream-” “Oh no, let’s not ask him. He’ll probably do his frowny face and be scary and say how I’m interrupting his very important work again,” she cut me off, sitting up off the concrete, her voice going low to impersonate his voice. Her red hair floated around her a bit, large and almost swallowing her waif-like form. She was so young, a teenager maybe, with a fishnet stocking bodysuit that was ripped at the knees and elbows and an oversized men's jacket hanging off of her. Something seemed to click, some instinct deep inside like instinctively knowing how to breathe or blink, and I knew before the words were out, “You’re Delirium, aren’t you? His sister?” She quirked her head, hair falling into her face, worry slipping into her mismatched irises, “Oh… Yeah, I guess I am. Are you going to tell my brother I’m here?” And at that, I couldn’t help but smile at her and how utterly normal that statement was coming from an Endless. She was chaotic but tiny, standing up to my chin and looking like such a kid. Definitely radiating little sister energy, “No, not if you don’t want me to. Are you okay? Don’t you all usually go through your galleries?” Delirium put a hand to her chin, sleeve flopping over to completely cover it, “I’m…okay, I think? I was talking to this lady and she offered me some little candies that make you see all the invisible squiggles that float around and since that was really nice I gave her a special gift to let her see extra colors in return, the ones that don’t exist, but when I was in her brain she went to sleep and I was like oops and tumbled in but then her dream was really cool so I stayed here cause the floor feels like jelly and is fun and then you showed up and started talking to me. So yeah. I think I’m okay.” Despite telling me she had essentially taken drugs with a stranger, I doubted it was what made her like this. It was very likely drugs and alcohol and the sort didn’t affect the Endless at all. But I looked down at the blonde girl at our feet and the glassy look in her eyes and frowned. The girl was really high and I wasn’t sure it was good she was unresponsive even in her dream. “Well, would you like to go somewhere else? I don’t think your friend is going to be doing much,” my hand fiddled with the black stone necklace and I looked behind Delirium as a door appeared without really being summoned. I was getting better at that. She smiled, blinking her mismatched eyes and a floating spider landed on top of her head, “Really? Oh yes, please, I don’t like jelly.” I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing at the complete one-eighty turn on her feelings towards jelly and nodded to the door, leading her away from the girl. I didn’t know what would happen to a mortal who not only was in one Endless’ realm but had another Endless still in her brain. Probably not great so getting her to a neutral zone would probably be best. I opened the door and we both walked through, coming to the familiar green plains of Fiddler’s Green. Delirium laughed and twirled around, the tall grass around us leaning into me as if to caress and comfort and acknowledge my presence. I smiled and ran my hands through it, walking down a small path. “Wow, I mean I heard you could walk through dreams but like wow ,” the youngest Endless laughed, the word clouds not dissipating in this new dream meaning they were coming from her. Slowly though, they turned from smoke to bubbles, small circles that morphed into various shapes around her. “You’ve heard of me?” I asked and walked beside her as bubble animals floated passed. That made me pause a bit. I highly doubted Morpheus would mention me to any of his siblings except maybe Death, which meant word had gotten out of our involvement. It was odd and slightly uncomfortable that beings of such high power were speaking about me. I knew Dream would not be happy about it. “Yeah, kinda,” she hopped along, dancing from one foot to the next, “Desire mentioned Dream was with someone new and they were interested but they’re always interested cause they like to do dumb things with Despair but then I heard you were human and a Dream Walker and thought that’s cool! And maybe I’d want to meet you because maybe you were nice so here I am.” Desire had mentioned me. Definitely wasn’t sure how to feel about that. While I had yet to meet them, what I had heard from stories and Morpheus himself hadn’t exactly been great though I also had to consider that the source was ever so slightly biased. “You wanted to meet me?” I asked gently, trying to shake away the discomfort I was feeling. She paused mid hop, foot half balanced in the air as a prancing bubble unicorn moved past, “Yeeeeeeeah, but Dream would get mad if I asked and he makes that frowny face and his weird eyes get all black hole-ish and he scares me so I didn’t ask.” Her lip wobbled a bit as it morphed into a pout, foot still in the air, “And now he’s going to get mad that I accidentally slipped into his realm and is gonna tell me how I’m bad at my function and I’ve met you so he’s gonna be extra angry and-” “He’s not going to get mad,” I cut her off, putting a hand on her shoulder until she finally planted both feet on the ground, “I’ll try and tell him not to, you don’t have to be scared. He’s still your big brother after all.” Delirium sniffled, a bubble dog diving in and out of the floating red strands of her hair, “Yeah, but he doesn’t like me very much. I’m not sure he likes any of us except Death.” I sighed. Morpheus was…intense. Very rarely did he allow himself to relax and his work and responsibilities were always first. Honestly, he was so type A I was surprised he was even interested in me considering how often I poked fun at him and generally disobeyed him, but he did. He didn’t allow himself to be silly or relaxed or anything. I could see how that would clash with Delirium and his other siblings. It made me a little sad though. For while they were Endless and ageless and existed since the beginning of time, they were also a family. They had each other, as evident by Desire coming to his aid with Alianora even when they hated each other. I was an only child, had only had myself for so long, even more so after my parents died. I was…jealous, a little. To have a big family, but not appreciate it. “He’s…difficult,” I frowned sadly, “But I promise I’ll make sure he doesn’t yell or get mad at least.” The silver in her green eye swirled like a fish in a pond and she smiled, the sadness vanishing in a second, “I like you. I’m sorry I can’t give you extra pretty colors.” The sudden change was jarring but I only smiled and chuckled, patting her shoulder again, “It’s okay. I like the colors I see now and I like you too.” The bubble dog came prancing around her, the size of my palm and shimmering in its oil slicked form. I raised my hand and watched it leap on, sitting and panting with a wagging tail. It should have popped but this was the Dreaming and the bubbles were Delirium’s creatures so it wasn’t too surprising. Pursing my lips, I tried to imagine another smaller bubble dog next to it, tapping into that same place where I imagined the doors and could bring myself to different areas of dreams. It couldn’t be that hard, much smaller effort than taking my whole person and teleporting it, plus this was the dream realm. Anything should be possible. With that thought, there was another small dog sitting there that was slightly different in color and not quite as animated, but there all the same. I smiled as Delirium gasped in delight and lowered my palm as the two dogs barked and wagged excitedly at each other. “Oh, you made one too! Oh my gosh, look at the little doggies ,” she clasped her hands and the bubble dogs chased each other through the air. I couldn’t help feeling slightly proud of myself, having done it especially without Dream’s help or guidance. I’d been able to manipulate some things in the Dreaming, but only the tiniest bit and usually in my own dreams. This was new and I felt a little more confident in my ability. We walked a little further, watching the bubble dogs run and knock past other bubble animals in their excitement as leaves from the overhead trees bowed and grazed my skin and a cherry scented wind skimmed over me. Delirium was mumbling to herself, though I could only hear her repeat my name a few times under her breath, the hard D sound repeated over and over along with the rest of her family’s names. All D’s. The meeting was proving to be a good distraction from the spiral my thoughts had been taking and I was enjoying our walk. Then I felt the shift in the Dreaming a second before the sizzle of his power coasted over my skin and through my necklace and tried not to groan at the sharp metallic scent to the wind that cut through the pleasantness that had been there. The bubble dog that I had made gave a sharp bark then popped, leaving the other one alone and whining. Oh he was mad. Shit. Morpheus appeared on the path ahead of us, a black tear in the peacefulness that was Fiddler’s Green. Cloak a wispy shadow with flames blazing bright and skin so pale under his mop of black hair, I could see why even Delirium could be scared of him. He was more Nightmare King in that instance, black eyes bottomless pits and jaw sharp as he clenched his teeth together. I sighed and stepped forward a little in front of his younger sister, knowing I was going to have to steer this fast, as he bit out a sharp, “Delirium, sister, what are you doing here?” I didn’t even have to look at her to know she was cringing away, the rest of the bubble animals popping around us. Stepping a little closer, I caught his eye, lips pressed tightly together, and gave him a pointed look while trying to convey everything I couldn’t necessarily say out loud. I settled for mouthing silently, “Calm down, please.” The please was for added benefit, knowing he wouldn’t take kindly to being ordered when he was in this kind of a mood. A silent argument passed between us, the cloak whipping about in the invisible wind of his power. I could almost hear him, the command to move out the way, but I stayed firm in front of Delirium. He was angry and I wasn’t sure exactly what specific problem was pissing him off the most, but anger in general wasn’t good for me and was not good for his sister. “I was showing your little sister around Fiddler’s Green. You know, chatting,” I answered for her, keeping my voice light even as I glared at him. His jaw clenched and the twin stars sparked, searching my face and then moving to the Endless half hidden behind me. My stance, deceptively relaxed from Delirium’s view but tense from the front, was very clear. I wasn’t going to settle for him getting after her. He was mad but that anger wasn’t welcome here right now. I could see him take a deep breath and the cloak calmed a bit as he struggled to get himself under control. It wasn’t hard to see why. He’d found one of his siblings in his realm, uninvited, and with me. Meeting Hob was one thing, meeting an Endless was another, “Sister, are you well? You did not use your sigil.” Better, it was a better attempt at not seeming angry even if I could see the tension in his shoulders and feel it along my skin in the harsh skittering of his power. It was like breathing in the taste of foil, metallic and bitter. “Uh, yeah. I mean- as well as I always am,” Delirium mumbled and moved to step more alongside me, fidgeting with her bare feet in the grass, “I mean I was better then worse but then I got better! Now kinda worse, but I think getting better?” Morpheus came closer, arms crossed, “That is…good.” The word was stilted and if his jaw was clenched any tighter, his teeth would shatter, “Did you come to the Dreaming on a family matter?” She swayed back and forth, hair swirling in a cloud of red and colors, eyes catching mine and darting to the floor in any attempt to avoid meeting his gaze, “I…wanted to meet Dahlia? She’s really nice and pretty and please don’t be mad … Did you know she has a D name too?” I smiled down at her, trying to show that we were good and nothing bad had happened. He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting off a headache, “Young sister, you cannot simply enter my realm without informing me.” Her face fell a bit, “You don’t want to see me? I didn’t mess with anything! I think…I mean the blonde girl was pretty okay when we left her…” The stars in his eyes darkened and I knew he was hitting his emotional range already, stuck between being angry and dealing with Delirium’s sadness. “Maybe you can use the gallery next time-” I interrupted him before he could open his mouth, meeting her mismatched eyes all the while feeling his slight annoyance building, “And come see us properly. I think that would be nice and you won’t have to come through other means. Right, Dream?” I watched her shuffle and Morpheus’ eyes burning into my skin. I wasn’t sure if he was mad at the suggestion, but knew he wouldn’t openly contradict me. But there was something besides anger in that stare and I swallowed hard under its intensity. Then she brightened, smiling, “Does that mean I’m invited to visit?” I replied “Yes” at the same time as Dream said “No,” the words bouncing off each other. My eyes met his, admonishing, and he narrowed his. I didn’t exactly have any say over the realm or inviting her, but it was a decent compromise between the two and I wasn’t going to let him mess that up. He sighed heavily before relenting, “Within allowance and if I am not engaged in pertinent work, then you may be permitted to visit if Dahlia is here.” Not quite a no, not quite a yes, but it seemed to do the trick all the same. Delirium was dancing on her heels, fingers intertwined and balled under her chin, “Oh wowee, okay! Oooh, you weren’t scary and I’m invited now! This is not how I thought this would go, how exciting!” The dreamlord sighed again and I knew I’d be hearing about this later, “Shall we go to the gallery so you may return to your realm?”

It was a question that he didn’t even let her reply to, quickly moving forward and grabbing my hand in his, the action abrupt but still gentle as the world shifted around us.

And in a blink, we were in the dark marble of his gallery room, the golden frames around each sigil glistening in the flickering candlelight that lit the room. Each sigil was beautiful in its own right, floating in their designated space in the darkness. Delirium was a bright spot in contrast to both my black dress and Dream’s cloak, the shadows seeming to hug us while she was a calamity of color. I realized how much it matched her sigil, the amorphous swirl of color accurate to the chaotic girl. Her steps echoed as she pranced in a circle, twirling and looking around at her surroundings as if it were new. Maybe it was, considering how often the dreamlord liked to change the palace rooms. Morpheus had opened his mouth, headed towards her sigil when another voice interrupted him for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. “Dream, I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil! I need to talk to you, quick!” A light female voice echoed through the space, gentle but commanding, and then in a blink there was a girl standing there against the wall. Not even waiting for a reply. She was in tight black jeans and a black tank top, hair a mass of curls around her head with a silver ankh hanging from her neck. She looked kind but also worried, brow drawn tight and lips in a frown. And like Delirium, I knew this was Death, the oldest sister of the Endless. This day was getting to be a lot. A heavy sigh, most likely the fifth since I met back up with him, left Morpheus, “Sister, usually I must permit you-” “Can it,” she cut him off abruptly, “Have you seen…?” Death drifted off as her eyes found Delirium not far off near me, smiling and giving her a small wave. Relief released from her and she marched over, placing her hands on the younger girl's shoulder, “Del, there you are! You scared the crap out of me!” “Hi,” Delirium squeaked, “I was here. I was in a blonde girl earlier but then Dahlia found me and then Dream found us and I’m here. At least I think I am.” “Yeah I know,” Death admonished, “That girl died in her sleep and I thought you got stuck in between realms while still in her head because I couldn’t find you.” Morpheus pursed his lips, arms crossed again, “That is how you entered my realm? Through a human girl?” Death shushed him with a frown and then her eyes caught on me, freezing. Confusion painted her features, brow furrowing deeper as if I was a puzzle she couldn’t quite figure out. While she was warm, a kindness to her no matter her expression, there was something disconcerting about the expression on her face. “Dream?” she asked, eyes not leaving mine, his name a question. The air was tense and I felt frozen, not sure what to do with my hands or my face. This was the sister I had heard so much about, the one the dream king seemed to like the most, and she was looking at me like I had two heads. Morpheus seemed unsettled at her expression, stepping closer to my side and putting a protective hand to my back, “Dahlia, this is my elder sister, Death.” No further introduction of her to me, no elaboration. It wasn’t a warm introduction and I swallowed hard, feeling nervous. She frowned, stepping a little closer with her head quirked, “You’re Dahlia?” The question was disbelieving, eyebrows rising as she looked me over with sharp eyes. Morpheus was looking at her with dark eyes, uneasy in the way she asked the question. “Uh, yeah, hi,” I mumbled and gave her a tentative smile. All the while my brain was shutting down, anxiety cranking up on high as I wondered how awful I had to be that the nicest of the Endless siblings may not like me. Her eyes took me in and there was a shiver along my spine, her eyes darting from the necklace to her brother at my side. Finally, she smiled softly, the tension not quite dissipating but almost as if she realized she was making me uneasy, “It’s nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard…a bit about you…Uh, Dream, can I speak with you for a second?” Finally. Finally meet you. I hadn’t been wrong that the Endless had been talking about me and my own anxiety didn’t leave me. The dreamlord's fingers tightened on my back, hesitating to leave, before he nodded, stepping with her to the far side of the room. I watched them walk away, lips pressed tightly, wondering what she had seen when she looked at me. Whatever conversation the two were having did not seem to be pleasant, both their faces tense as she seemed to be getting after him. Death was mad. Had I made her mad? Why was everyone mad today? Except Delirium… “I like you, did I mention I like you?” Delirium spoke as she came beside me, “You didn’t let him yell at me.” She paced in little circles, hair practically covering her face and arms outstretched as if balancing on a tightwire. I broke my gaze from the two older siblings, knot in my throat and looked down at her, “I said I wouldn’t. He’s…a bit cranky when it comes to rules.” “Yeeeeeah, I know,” she blew a raspberry, blowing at a stray piece of hair that floated in front of her face, “But he wasn’t too bad this time. Maybe because he likes you, but even when he was with the other ladies he was also kinda mean. You’re nice though and he was nicer so that’s good!” I chewed the skin of my bottom lip, giving her a small smile but unable to fully relax again. It seemed like everywhere I turned today there were mentions of Morpheus’ exes and past and it was becoming an effort to ignore them. It was like walking through a minefield mixed in with the drama of his family. I wondered if it would always be like this, a comparison game between me and the others. It was a losing one for me. I was a human, nothing special. Not a goddess or being of light or a creature from another Endless. A boring little human who went to work and read books and didn’t have many friends. Did his siblings find me lacking, unable to understand why he was wasting his time with me? Maybe that’s what Death was mad about. Desire was certainly interested, but that couldn’t be good. Death came marching back, obviously annoyed with her brother, but gave me an exasperated smile, “Sorry for the abrupt meeting! I really had wanted to meet you in a much better way! It’s been a day.” Morpheus stayed at a distance, a hard frown on his face and brow furrowed, shadowing his eyes. I could tell he was troubled and not only because two of his siblings had barged in and now met me. I wasn’t sure what the argument had been about and the unknown made me anxious. Even if it was irrational because he had introduced me to Hob, I wondered if this was more than he had wanted. Meeting his friend a few days before and now I was meeting some of his family. My lips quirked up, a little bashful and a little sad, “Yeah, it has for me too. It was nice to meet you both, either way. He talks pretty highly of you.” I could feel Dream’s eyes on me, reading me, and I tried to pull myself together. His older sister smiled at that, face lightening a bit, and she teasingly punched his shoulder while giving me a wink, “Isn’t that sweet?” If he wasn't in a mood then he probably would have rolled his eyes. Death clapped, turning to the younger Endless at my side, “Alright, Del. Time to head back and leave Dream alone. I think he’s had about enough of us.” She nodded and then ran over, giving me a hug and a smile and I couldn’t help giving her one back. She didn’t give one to Dream. “Bye, Dahllllia,” as they vanished, Delirium’s voice swam around me like the chiming of the bells slightly off key. The instant they were gone Dream’s power swelled and he dropped the mask of not being utterly annoyed, jaw clenching. His hand raked through his hair as he came closer, obviously not happy about any of what had happened. It was almost suffocating, pressing onto my chest and skin and I had to close my eyes to be able to breathe past it. It reminded me of the storm that had flooded my nightmare with Aiden, trashing against the windows and walls and sweeping me away. It was getting too much. “Morpheus,” I whispered, heartbeat kicking up as anxiety slipped its way in. The pressure vanished instantly and the room cleared, a breeze brushing over my skin in apology. I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself and keep my anxiety triggers at bay, fingers picking at the fabric of my dress. The silence stretched as he stewed, staring at the sigils of the gallery with brewing eyes. I don’t think he was mad at me, but it was hard not to feel like it when he was in one of these moods. Untouchable, a steel wall firmly around him while he sulked and glowered. Slowly, I walked up to him and trailed my fingers over the sleeve of his cloak, tentatively like testing the temperature of a pool before plunging in. He didn’t move at first and then he turned over his hand and intertwined my fingers in his, pulling me into him. His cloak was still half shadow and wrapped around me feeling of the chill of dusk, flames licking up the darkness of my own dress. I pressed my cheek to his chest and relaxed a bit as his arms came up and he clutched me to him almost desperately, still silent but no longer a steel wall. My fingers tangled in the darkness of the fabric around us, not sure what to think. Even with everything I had learned earlier and even now, I wanted him. I needed to feel him against me and needed that comfort. “I know today was unexpected and chaotic, but I am glad I met them both. Delirium was sweet,” I mumbled into the dark fabric of his shirt, “Death was nice too, even if I only got to meet her for a bit.” His fingers dug a little more into my back as if I’d dissolve into sand if he didn’t hold on tight, “It appears my family has been discussing you behind my back.” So that’s what had triggered the slight possessive streak in him. Maybe not entirely why he was mad, but definitely a big point for him. “Is that what Death was talking to you about?” I looked up at him, seeing him still staring at the frames on the wall. The stars in his eyes were dark, red, the color of blood and fire. Morpheus gave the subtlest shake of his head and one hand went up to tangle in my hair, “No, it was a different matter.” The answer was abrupt and to the point and I knew that I wouldn’t be getting anything more out of him. He was fixated on brooding and even with all the progress he had made so far with discussing things with me, I knew there were limits. We were both at them, the day having turned in ways we hadn’t expected. Maybe we could talk about it later when it wasn’t fresh, could talk about meeting two of his sisters. Talk about us. With his mood I knew not to even go near the topic about Alianora lest Eve get in trouble for telling me, but it was going to have to be something we discuss or it would eat at me. Like a ticking clock, wondering how long I had his interest before he’d discard me. It all could wait. So I held him and he held me, both of us quiet in the flickering lights of his gallery. Slowly, his cloak became more solid and his grip not so desperate, the pads of his fingers soothing over the spots he may have dug in too hard. It seemed trivial to ask what he had gotten done while I was gone and everything I had done seemed to be landmines. So I did what I could to comfort him and myself. Tilting my head up, I kissed underneath his jaw, keeping my lips against his skin until he tilted his head down. And then my lips met his, soft and trying to convey everything I couldn’t say with words. I was here, I was okay, and I was happy with him. I was his and he was mine and it was okay. His mouth parted and both hands came to cup my face as he sank into the kiss, warm and solid against me at last with that desperation echoing there. Like he was afraid. I wasn’t sure of what. And maybe for a few minutes, a few hours, a few days, nothing could touch us and we were all that mattered to each other.

#dream of the endlesss x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x fem!reader #morpheus fem!reader #dream x fem!reader #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless x oc #dream of the endless #sandman fanfic #the sandman fanfic #sandman fic #the sandman fic #Series: Fragments #Fic: interwoven #ofc: Dahlia

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My version of the story

Nami Tanabe e Miguel Salvador 9E

I was a simple and cute puppy that lived with my lovely mother in the Animal Farm. Until the day I was taken by Napoleon “for better living conditions”, he said. In the beginning I enjoyed it very much, making new friends and learning new skills, but at a certain point, me and my "brothers" were forced to start training how to fight for killing… well, as I said it was only the beginning of something much bigger.

Before the sunrise I had to be already up. Unlike the other animals, me and my brothers have to eat enough food to sustain our bodies for the long and hard training. Along the day we took turns between supervising the construction of the windmill, training and protecting our dear father, leader of our sustainable, healthy and organized lands. I’m grateful for being his son, and having this wonderful job. It only brings me benefits.

My shift starts at the training station. Every day after a complete breakfast I go training with the others, we fight, we punch some wheat bags, run 2 times the whole farm, looking for any enemy, specifically Snowball, the traitor. At 10 am to 1 pm I supervise the windmill construction, and just stop for a 2 hour lunch, and come back for another 2 hours to supervise the windmill. At the end of the day, between 5 pm to 10 pm I protect my father against any animal that wants to hurt him or the ones that he doesn’t like so much.

It was just another day like all the others. I completed my first two shifts, when in the middle of my task I was interrupted for a last minute meeting. Napoleon called everyone for a round of confession from all the ones who had questioned him, such as the pigs and the hens. The hens confess to have attempted rebellion over the eggs and were told in a dream to disobey Napoleon's orders. And the pigs confess to having been secretly in touch with Snowball. I was choked, but before I thought anything about it, Napoleon gave us the sign to kill them. It was the first time we have ever used that sign. We trained a big part of our lives to respond to that sign, so none of us threw twice, we only attacked.

Everything was blurry, and all I saw was blood. I felt sick. Immediately I noticed what I had done. I had killed.

I went back home without saying a word. How could I’ve done something like that? Why did I do it? This is what I was training for my whole life?

I went to sleep with a sensation that I had never felt before. I can't even put into words what I was feeling! I had several headaches and nausea. I was disgusted with myself. I was feeling tired, but I couldn’t sleep. After hours and hours looking at the roof seeing blood everywhere, I finally got some sleep. Although it wasn't how I expected. I had a nightmare, like a bad deja vu, the ones that you don’t want to remember. I dreamed about the time I was kidnapped from my mom. I remember every detail as it was yesterday. I was playing with my mom and my brothers, when suddenly some pigs called her for a chat. I remember hearing my mom denying something about me and my brothers, and after some time talking she walked away mad and took us home. By the time the day was turning into night, she came to us to have a famille meeting. She looked at us with her serious face, and said “I'll always protect you, no matter what. And remember, NEVER TRUST THE PIGS”. I didn’t understand why she was saying that, but I kept this for my life. I had never seen my mom that way, she seemed scared and also very worried about something (at that time I had no clue what it was), that unfortunately was about to happen. I had been the last one to sleep, but it didn't last so long. I was woken by a strange noise of something falling on the floor. I walked a little more and saw my mom tied up surrounded by a bunch of pigs. A pig came in my direction, and started to dictate a new life for me, “You and your brothers are moving to a better place where you will be part of something bigger and more important”. But as mom had said to us “NEVER TRUST THE PIGS '' we refused his proposal. However they didn't gave up so early. They kept trying to persuade us, however we agreed that we wouldn’t go with them, until one specific pig started to get mad at us, his name was Napoleon. He came to us in slow steps and started shouting at our faces: “IF YOU DON’T COME WITH US WE WILL KILL YOUR MOM IN FRONT OF ALL OF YOU”. We had no option but to go with them.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I was terrified, and desperate. I tried a lot to calm myself, but nothing was working. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, so at my last try, I just laid down on the grass and looked up to the sky, then finally I found some peace. I stand there looking at the stars for hours until the sunrise. And the first thing that I did was to talk to Napoleon, and ask, why did he take me from my mom. I was very upset, so when I found Napoleon, I already asked him. He was surprised by my question, so I asked another time, and another one, and another one, and from a certain point, I just started screaming at him. Napoleon called Squealer to help me to calm down, then after some time talking to them I realized that they were right to take me from my mom. Imagine what could I have done, if I didn’t control my skills, I could kill her by myself if I freak out. I felt very bad for myself, but now I know that with Napoleon's help I could control my feelings and only hurt the enemy.

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Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)

#bio!dad john constantine #maribat #damientte #damainette #platonic daminette #maybe?#minor swearing

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Name/Nickname: Corethra (Corey for short)

Pronouns: She/her

Personality Traits: Mutable, rebellious, foul-mouthed, sassy/snarky, affectionate, understanding, empathetic, sensitive

Personality Type: I have multiple different sides to my personality and can be different things to different people. At first glance, I seem quiet and nonchalant, being a complete loner and keeping to myself. But once someone gets close to me and I get comfortable in my environment, I start to show my true colors in various ways depending on the person. I can be kind and sweet or snarky, foul-mouthed, and sassy. Going from 0 to 100 is pretty common for me especially since I'm more sensitive than I care to be. I also can be quite affectionate verbally and physically towards people I like and consider my friends and will fight tooth and nail for them if need be. I'm rebellious and march to the beat of my own drum, not afraid to disobey social norms or to challenge things I don't like. I have high standards for both myself and others and I also have a high moral compass with core values that I refuse to violate no matter what.

Star Signs: Pisces Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising, and Venus Capricorn

Favorite Things To Do/Hobbies/Passions: Anime, video games, food, collecting things, YouTube, Spotify, reading/writing

Fandom: Dragon Ball Z

Who I Love Most: Android 18

Who I Hate Most: Frieza

Matched With Man or Woman?: Man please!

Smut or not?: YES PLEASE

People I Don't Want To Be Matched With: Characters like Frieza, Cell, Majin Buu, etc

Ideal Date: Anything involving food, video games, or anime will do! Also deep conversations and some affection!

My Life In...

Dragon Ball

After extensive research, we have concluded that you are best matched with... ANDROID 17! Congrats!

In this universe, you run a dojo and Android 17 helps you teach your students. You're both passionate about conservation of animals and you gladly help Android 17 with his passion as well. Here is your love story...

Matched with: Android 17 Skills/career: You’re a strong fighter that fights with the Z fighters often, and you teach martial arts to your loving students at the Dojo you work at. Song: Summer Breeze by Seals and CroftsBest Friends:Android 18, Goku, Tien, Trunks and Bulma.Love at first sight: It was a mutual pining, but the love came later.

How you met: After everything that happened with the androids, you found yourself picking up where you left off. Your dojo was in ruins, but you and the students did well to fix it up. When you first met Android 17, it was at his sister’s request. He was lacking a purpose in his life, and she thought maybe you’d be a good friend to him. He came to watch you teach at your dojo, and he found you to be so energetic and so well spoken. Your students loved your energy and they were easily inspired by you. And he was entranced by your beauty.

How you fell in love: It was gradual between the two of you. Lots of mutual pining behind sarcastic remarks. He couldn’t keep you off his mind at all. You were the only person who made him feel so different after everything that happened. You made him feel like an actual person with purpose. It didn’t take too long once he admitted it to himself that he liked you for him to ask you out. You were so surprised by his forwardness. Usually he liked to be a bit more timid with some people, but with you he needed to show you how he felt about you.

Your first date: Android 17 got help from Krillin and his sister. They helped him get some reservations at this restaurant that they knew you liked. He came to pick you up and the two of you took a cab to the restaurant. He was so sweet the whole time. You had his complete undivided attention. He made you laugh, but he also opened up to you and told you about his life. By the time the two of you were on your romantic walk after dinner, the two of you could barely hold back on kissing one another. He just knew exactly how to get to your heart, and you to his.

Your first time being intimate: Though he wasn’t a virgin, it was a different experience with his new body. He could last so much longer and had the stamina to completely wear you out the first time he fucked you. It was unlike anything you’ve experienced as well. But what Android 17 wasn’t expecting were the deep feelings of love he had for you as he made love to you.

“Heh, I guess I was a little too rough,” He muses softly. You can barely think of anything to say.

Your brain is mush from the lust. Android 17 has been fucking you for a solid hour now, and you weren’t ready for all the passion to come from him. His cock is still sheathed within you, throbbing as he has brought you to another orgasm. Which one was it this time? Fifteen? Sixteen? You couldn’t quite remember. All you could think of was how good it felt to have his cock so deep inside of you.

“Hey, baby…talk to me. Do you need more of my cock?” Android 17 asks, thrusting shallowly. You let out a low mewl, and your eyes snap up to his. He chuckles at how cute it is when you’re fucked out.

“Need you so much more.” You plead. “Fuck me some more, please.”

He doesn’t need anything else from you to start fucking you again. It’s a long and passionate night…

Where you are now: You and Android 17 are still together, and you still run your dojo. He likes to help you with teaching your students, and you help him with his animal conservation. The two of you work in harmony together, and there’s rumors that there may be a bun in the oven soon. He’s even planning on proposing to you, but he’s waiting for the right moment. He’s just so happy he has you and can live the life he’s always wanted.

General headcanons:

He’s the type to make sure you fall asleep first so that he knows you’re comfortable and you don’t need anything to help you sleep. It comforts him when you’re completely at peace.

Lazy Sundays with Android 17 are a must. He enjoys staying in and just having a lazy start to his day with you. Lots of cuddling and just spending the day doing the laziest things.

He enjoys quiet time with you at night as well. If you feel up to playing video games, he’s so interested in watching you play. He loves the feeling of being able to relax with you as much as he can.

Android 17 has nightmares about what happened with Cell and being absorbed. Even worse, he has nightmares of his life before becoming an Android. Only you can comfort him when he’s having these bad dreams and he’s so grateful for your presence.

He’s quiet a lot of the time, but he will never forget your birthday or anniversary and actually makes a huge fuss over these things. He will absolutely spoil you on these days and makes you feel like the only person in the whole world.

He will actually be ask Android 18 for a lot of advice on his love life and is a wonderful uncle to Marron. Android 17 and you often like to take care of her when Android 18 and Krillin need a night off together from being parents.

Sexy headcanons

The man is a machine, literally, in bed. He will please you like nobody else ever has or ever will. He knows all your favorite spots to be kissed and touched.

This man is so weak for your pleading. He never thought he’d be that into power play, but it makes him so horny. Let him take control from time to time, and he promises to rock your world.

But if you want to take charge, damn this man is also going to love that. Android 17 wants to see your strength. He wants to feel all the passion you have for him. He absolutely loves seeing this side of you.

He’s the king of aftercare. He’ll bring you anything you need. He loves to cuddle and make you something to eat if you need. He has ridiculous stamina and will make you feel so good afterwards as well.

Mating press is actually his favorite position. Having you like this is absolutely his favorite thing in the world. He’ll hold you close and slam into you over and over so deeply. Something about this position makes him feel connected to you.

Android 17 would most definitely be interested in using toys. Maybe the two of you ask Bulma to build you some fun things, and though she’s a little unhappy about knowing about your sex life, she finds herself enjoying making the sex toys.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

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“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #soulmate-game #bio!dad au #bio!mom harley quinn #bio!dad joker #maribat fanfic #maribat fic #platonic Harley x Marinette #platonic Ivy x Marinette #platonic brucinette

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Hi! Love your writings! Reaction from both brothers and side characters of Female Gangster MC. Like they just found out

ANS: So, this My first request I ever made. I hope I did you justice with this Anon and also Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad you like my writing <3

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Warning: Mention of Guns, Blood, Killing, Violence, Taking the fall for someone, and PTSD.

The Brothers and Dateables + (Luke platonic) finding out that F!MC use to be a Gangster

Lucifer

“MC, what’s this” Lucifer points at a scar on her chest, what looks like a stab wound.

“It nothing Lucifer, its just…. It just a remainder not to disobey orders….” She trails off, starting to tear up “it my fault, I got to reckless and almost someone I care about killed” she places a hand on the scar try to keep it together and not show weakness Infront of the Avatar of Pride.

Lucifer slowly took off one of his gloves, and walk closer to MC, and place his hand over hers

“Scars are nothing to be ashamed off, you did it to protect someone you care and….” He places his hand on her chin and lean her head back to met his black and red glance. “Your safe here, you don’t have to worry to go back to that life anymore”

You just the tears fall as your face soft and embrace him, feeling safe knowing that you don’t have hide you past to him.

Mammon

“This all your Mammon!” she angerly whisper in his ear, and groan at her pestering.

“ShHH! Quiet, they’ll hear us human-” then you smack him slightly on the back of his head.

“Whoops, you called me human again”

“Hey! Do you really need to- WAIT there’s a car over there” him point out, and quickly book it to the park vehicle and see that it isn’t lock, however?

“Crap! The key isn’t here” he tries to look around, but quickly push to the passenger, and MC sat the driver sit and open up under the steering wheel.

“Why do I have to do everything around here!” she grabs and cut two wires and start hot wire. In second the car starts up and she buckle her seat belt. “Mams, you guys can survive a car to the face?”

“Yeah…. Why- wait!?! What are you-”

“Buckle yourself in!” She quickly steps on the gas, the demons been chasing them heard the engine, but quickly get hit by the car. As the human and avatar of greed make their escape.

“WHAOOO! I have fun thrill in months” as MC enjoy the adrenaline, Mammon looks over to the human that he was suppose to protect, in amaze and fear. He makes a mental note that Lucifer isn’t the only he shouldn’t just provoke.

Leviathan

“This is impossible!” Levi is struggling with a level from a game from the human world that he just bought, while MC behind him, trying to hold her laughter.

Is a mock version of gang game and Levi, is at the level of the game where to rival gangs are fighting each other for territory?

“You’re focusing on the grunts and not the ones who are hiding from afar- look” she grabs the control from Levi and start playing the level like it was nothing, as she explained how and why he keep dying, all the while Levi is both shock with how MC can play and concern about the implication of how she gotten the knowledge.

“There, now you just have to escape, I never good with car chase, only driving really fast- Huh…. Levi was wrong?”

Levi snap from his train of thought and grab the controller from her, and finishing the level.

“MC, were you-”

“Yeah, but left that behind me.”

Satan

MC and Satan are watch Mammon and Levi being strung up by Lucifer from afar.

“I’m surprise, that you’re not phase about this” Satan asks looking over to her, watching why she not reacting on the display of punishment Infront of her.

“EH… I’ve seen worst”

“Really? What worst then this”

“Being killed-”

“What!?! That’s not punishment!”

“You didn’t let me finish, watching someone being killed Infront of you is worst. It’s a way to learn to obey your boss and survive in world”

She looks on to the demons being strung, while Satan is still letting the information sink in, who know that the human was brought to hell, has already lived in one.

Asmodeus

“I’ve been meaning to asks darling, where did you get your scars?” Asmo asks MC as he and her are taking a bath together.

“Which one?”

“Well…. All of them”

“Ah…. All of them are from fights that I got to”

“Why would you go and get in to fights, you’re to precious” Asmo cooed them move closer and grab her hand, and start scrubbing her arm. She laughs as she is tickled by his action.

“You know, for a bunch of demons. your all nicer than other humans back home” pauses for a moment, by continue with a giggle.

“Well, you don’t have to worry anymore. As long I’m here no one will ever lay a finger on you again” and that’s a promise he made to you and himself.

Beelzebub

“I’m glad you like it Beel” MC made Beel a homemade dish from the human world to calm the hungry demon.

“Its so good, I like your cooking”

“Nah…. You would like Sal’s cooking, he’s the one who taught me how to cook this”

“Maybe, if we go to the human world, you might think he’ll cook for me and my brothers”

“Yeah totally! He loves my friends…...but he can’t”

“Why? Did he leave or something?”

“His at prison, he took the blame for me. And said you should get out of this life….. I guess cooking isn’t the only thing I learn from him” she laughs to hide the fact she misses her mentor.

Beel quickly engulfs her in bear hug, and rub her back.

“Is okay, maybe we can visit him someday”

She sighs and let the tears fall as she return the hug.

“I-I’ll like that, thank Beel”

Belphegor

“You’re still up” MC asks Belphie who is standing at the doorway at her room.

“Sorry, I was waiting for you”

“Really why?”

“You been having nightmare with some men with guns, I figure to help you” she let out sharp gasp and turn away from Belphie.

“I’m sorry to keep you up-”

“No! I already cause so much pain; I want to help you to keep those nightmares away. Like I promise.”

She looks back with her eyes widen and clenching his pact mark on her wrist. She hastily grabs his hand with her head hang low.

“P-please…. Make the nightmares go away….”

“Anything for you, I’ll keep the nightmares and the bad men away”

Diavolo

“You like what you see” Diavolo spoke behind MC startling her, Diavolo was shock to her reaction almost bumping into crown in display.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t planning to steal this I swear-”

“Calm down, I trust you. Sorry for startling you.”

“You trust me, even with my background” she mutters, and look directly at Diavolo’s eyes to see if his lying or not.

“I didn’t look in to your past, only your connection with Lilith. I believe in Demons, Angel, and Humans can have second chances. If you’re a good person now, as long you learn from your past. I don’t see to bring up old scars”

“Thank you, My lord”

“Please, Call me Diavolo”

“I don’t think Lucifer will like that”

Barbatos

MC is inside Barbatos room, helping him clean, to the surprise of the demon butler seeing that he didn’t help in clean. But he can’t refuse the human.

But then she stops and look at the door she uses in going back in time in the time of the “Incident”

“Barbatos, can you see any path where I stayed in the human world and never came here in the first places”

“I’m afraid, I am forbidden to use my powers like that, why may I ask what makes you think of that?”

“I think, I got the luckiest path. And I’m thankfully for this. I think I’ll be in the side of the road-”

Suddenly Barbatos places a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at the demon.

“Its better not to think of what could’ve happen and focus on your presents self”

Simeon

“Simeon, am I bad person?” She asks while Simeon is writing a draft of his story.

“No, why do you ask?”

“You’re the closes person to being pure and good, is it good for me to threaten people even though I was just following orders”

Simeon stop writing and put the quill down, and look over to MC.

“Did they threat you?”

“Yes”

“Did you, like doing things like that to other?”

“No!” she quickly sat up to that question.

“Are you willing to do that again?”

“Never!”

“Then you’re a good person.”

Solomon

Solomon and MC are at purgatory hall practicing spells for class, when MC spill the potion on to herself, then she starts taking off her shirt, leaving Solomon blushing and turning his back to give her some privacy.

“MC!?! Warner me next time, before you start striping.”

“Sorry, force of habit”

“What you always spill potion on yourself all the time, back home” she looks with bows rise up.

“Oh… No, every time I get back home from a job, I’m usually covered in blood and I don’t want to leave any evidence behind”

“W-what exactly, are those “Jobs” of yours?”

“I you know shady things, if you can keep secrets about yourself. Then I have secrets of my own” she smiled teasing him.

But to him, its no tease.

Luke

“Luke, little advise from me. Don’t be like Mammon or Me” MC and Luke watches Mammon, Levi and Solomon playing poker in class waiting the bell to ring.

“I know Mammon shouldn’t be followed, but you’re a good person I don’t see why you rope yourself with him.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m just nice to people I care about. I don’t care for others outside my gan- never mind”

“Wha-” then the bell rings, and Mammon rushes and grab MC by arm and dragging her out the classroom.

Leaving Luke confuse and worried.

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cloudenthusiast2 · 3 years

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 5

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 4

Length: not too long:)

Trigger warnings: blood, fighting

You slowly opened your eyes.

The clouds that were orange and pink not so long ago now had turned dark along with the sky.

You've just realised how long you have been sitting on the cliff.

The chilly weather suddenly felt genuinely cold and a shiver ran down your spine. You wore light clothes not suited for a night in Liuye's mountains.

'I should start heading back' you thought. But you didn't move.

A few days have passed since Scaramouche left but it still felt like the wound he caused was wide open. You avoided every interaction with others and luckily they were considerate enough to let you be. No one gave you requests or tasks, they dealt with their problems themselves so you could be alone for a while.

A little guilt stung your chest. You said you would always protect them yet you were selfish enough to only think about yourself for days.

On the other hand, you also felt a little burnout. You still loved the village as much as you used to - maybe even more, now that it was the only thing left that you cared about - but you didn't want to go back to your previous way of living. Even though Scaramouche wasn't a part of your daily routine, everything felt so empty without him. Just thinking about him made you smile any time and you could always look forward to his visits. And when he was actually there, he made everything feel shiny and wonderful.

He sure was the grumpiest man but that just made his soft moment worth even more. How delighted you felt when he laughed at your stupid jokes or gave you a smile that wasn't teasing or (too) smug. When he first held your hand you couldn't stop grinning for days.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you remembered your beautiful memories together. For a few seconds the grief was gone with your smile but when it finally faded away the sorrow became even sharper in your heart.

But it actually wasn't that painful any more. It still hurt really deeply but now you could at least think of the benefits of the new situation.

Something that you always hated about being with Scara was that the village lived in a low-key but constant fear. They were all afraid of the fatui. And for a good reason, as you realised after their last visit.

Now you could at least keep them more safe. They didn't have to be afraid of your lover and his power any more.

You stared at the dark sky one last time then shook your head. You stood up, getting ready to head back to the village but your mind was still invaded by thoughts of Scara.

The rocks under your shoes jingled as you took a step forward.

Another step, another sound of them tinkling together.

Another step and a scream.

You flinched and immediately glanced at the rocks. But they weren't the ones making the desperate sound.

You stared in front of you, your mind numb and empty without any thoughts.

Another scream. Human voices strengthening and getting louder and louder in the distance.

You looked up slowly, turning your gaze to where the village was. It was pitch black. Until red dots started lighting up.

'Oh no' you whispered to yourself.

The realisation hit you and your whole body froze for a moment.

'Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no...'

You finally moved, grabbing your polearm off your back. Then you started running.

There was no time to safely climb down on the mountainside. You threw yourself off the cliff, slashing through the cold air and landing on your weapon. Running and jumping again like your whole life depended on it.

It probably did. The village was the only thing you wanted to live for after Scaramouche left.

Terrible guilt stabbed your heart. You couldn't believe you neglected the place and people you once swore to protect. You couldn't believe you actually forgot about them and selfishly only cared about your wounds even though they needed you.

And now they were attacked.

Fear crawled up on your spine as you jumped up from a cliff. You were pretty close to the village now.

Out of breath, you heart beating at a crazy speed but you were ready to take any monsters down.

You landed on your spear, slipped and fell painfully. But you were up on your feet in a blink of an eye, sprinting again.

The village was in a worse situation than you had imagined.

You ran through the gates and stopped, looking around to see where your help was needed the most.

It was needed everywhere.

Your eyes grew wide open.

The houses were on fire, burning and lighting up the night. People were running around in chaos, monsters chasing them. Abbys mages sent whole blaze bombs after them. They set everything on fire.

An abandoned child crying on the stairs. Her father fighting a mitachurl with a single hack. Mothers desperately trying to find their family.

The blood red flames reflected in your eyes as you stood there, numbed by the terrifying destruction.

You moved on your own as you clenched your fist around the spear.

You jumped at the speed of the light. One moment you were still standing under the gates and the next you flashed your way through a group of hilichurls.

There were just corpses left behind in your way.

An old man cried for your help when he saw you. He was trying to protect his house from an abyss mage.

You landed behind the monster. It heard the noise and tried to turn around.

But before it could've even moved an inch, your whole body strained then let loose. Hydro bursting out of your veins, it broke through the mage's shield in an instant.

It fell but never reached the ground. Your spear cut through it in mid-air.

'Thank you!' The old man panted, his entire body trembling. 'I...'

'Leave the village!' You yelled through the discord of screams and roars. 'Go to the bamboo forest!'

'But my house...'

'Leave. Now.' You ordered in a way that it was impossible to disobey.

Then you moved on.

Your aura was filled with tense hydro vibrating in the dark. It strangled the monsters with one touch but suffocated you as well.

But you didn't feel the pain at all. Everything inside you focused on the fighting and precise killing. You flashed from one side of the village to another, trying to save the people you swore to protect.

But even though your strength was almost non-human in these minutes of crisis it still felt incredibly lacking.

The whole village was on fire at this point. The abyss mages did not care about their puppets, they burned hilichurls as well as people.

Because there were so many of them.

You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and looked around desperately. There were so many monsters. And so many people you still needed to save.

The heat was unbearable. Sweatdrops streamed down your face despite the constant hydro aura surrounding you.

Suddenly the ground started shaking and you nearly fell over.

A lawachurl slammed his fists down. It let out a huge roar and turned to the closest person to it.

A frightened cry left your lips as you recognised the tiny figure.

Little Yu.

She rose her arms, shielding something behind her. She seemed almost fearless as she looked straight into the gigantic monster's eyes. But it was still a ridiculous try to stop the lawachurl.

It lifted its fists into the air, getting ready to cause another earthquake.

It swang it...

But before it could have reached the ground, you appeared in front of him out of blue.

Your spear cut through its left fist. The monster shook and roared in pain. It tried to grab you but you quickly dodged and sprang back.

The lawachurl let out a deep growl and slowly straightened up.

You couldn't help but feel ludicrously tiny compared to the huge figure. It started to manifest its geo shield. You stepped back in slight panic and glanced at Yu behind you.

'Y/n!' She cried out, grabbing the edge of your coat. 'I'm so happy you're here! Please protect us!'

You finally recognised the figure behind her. It was her wounded mother kneeling on the ground, bleeding out. Yet, the look in her daughter's eyes was brave and now hopeful.

She had faith in you. They all had their faith in you.

This thought was the only thing giving you strength.

You grabbed her arm and leaned closer to her as the lawachurl started walking towards you in the background.

Your heart was beating so fast it felt like exploding, the blood streaming in your veins hot and tense. But you still managed to sound calm when you spoke to the child.

'Listen carefully to what I have to say. Do you remember the spot where you met me and the harbinger a few days ago?' She nodded. 'Collect as many people as you can from the village and the bamboo forest and go there. Hide and don't come out until you're completely sure the monsters are gone. Do you understand?'

'Yes' she answered. But she still seemed hesitant.

'What is it?' You asked hastily for the lawachurl was getting closer to you with every passing moment.

'Will you be alright?' She asked, locking eyes with you.

'Of course' you gently pushed her backwards to her mother who seemed to have regained her consciousness. 'Now go!'

She nodded and helped her mother stand up. You made sure they got out of your zone safely.

Then turned around.

Just in time to see the lawachurl slamming down its fists.

You dodged and jumped upwards. Spun in the air and stabbed your spear infused with hydro into the monster's thick skin.

You landed safely on the ground with the bloody polearm in your grip.

The lawachurl roared so loudly that his voice shook the mountains. It swang towards you blinded by the pain but you dodged again.

You straightened up directly in front of it. Clenched your teeth together before quickly telling a quiet prayer.

You were ready to face all monsters.

#cliffhanger go brr muhaha #cloudenthusiast #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche angst #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #angst #genshin angst

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Tonight I'm gonna give you all my love in the backseat; gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat. Bubble. Pop. Electric.

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Summary: You decide to tempt fate on a date with Denki, and learn exactly what it feels like to short circuit.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Dom!Denki, car sex, loss of virginity, exhibitionism, electrostimulation, daddy kink, praise kink, silent sex (commanded), quirk usage, knee grinding, choking, light bondage.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid-20s or older.

When you pictured how you’d lose your virginity in your teens, you thought it would be the right of passage you saw in so many teen movies and dramas. The moment would be right, the bedroom quiet save for soft music in the background and gentle moans and pants resulting from adept hands gliding over skin and gentle thrusts until your body fluttered through an orgasm.

You also expected you would not make it into your 20s with your virginity intact, but that didn’t happen either.

Instead, you were bent backwards over the hood of a bright yellow Tesla parked at a local make out point, with none other than your work partner and roommate, pro hero Chargebolt, hovering inches from your lips. He was staring you down in a way that let you know he would not be disobeyed, one hand on the back of your neck to restrict your movement and a finger hooked in your favorite choker, playing with the charm as he stared you down.

You two had fooled around a few times, but you'd always stopped things before they escalated to the point where clothes actually started coming off, a part of you ashamed of your virginity and another part afraid it would lead Denki to break things off with you. You made excuse after excuse to stop things escalating at first.

We work at the same agency. I think there's a rule against it. (There's not, save for a rule that Katsuki, who has a very tentative grip on emotional regulation in general, was not allowed to be unsupervised in the event of a breakup. Nobody wants to replace half the west wing again.)

We're partners now. (Deku and Dynamight seem to be doing just fine. Well...as fine as they can for Izuku and Katsuki. Both of them are...unique spirits.)

I need to do this chore I've been putting off. (Did you really think that would work? He lives there, you dizzy idiot.)

I invited Mina over. (First of all, Mina invites herself. Second of all, Mina would not only encourage you but ask if you wanted her to film it for you for those long missions away.)

He respected all of your excuses, even the less believable ones, but you knew he would ask eventually.

Inevitably, the day you dreaded most finally dawned.

After an hour and a half of tipsy teasing and build up on your couch, illuminated by the flickering light of some movie that neither of you were watching, he quietly asked if he was doing something wrong or if you felt pressured. You put a hand to his concerned face and finally explained exactly what was causing you to hesitate, bracing for the rejection, but instead, he gave you a chaste kiss and told you that it didn’t matter to him and that he's pretty big on respecting limits. Things slowed down a bit as you two began opening up about some of the more intimate details (usually when both of you were too exhausted from a hard day's fight, and all you had the energy to do was come home, kick your boots off, and collapse on the floor next to one another for a moment's reprieve).

You told him about how you just never found anyone worth sleeping with, and how you had this deeply romantic idea of how it was supposed to work that just...never happened. You were curious, yes, but also understandably cautious, especially as a burgeoning young pro hero trying to make a name for herself. You liked to leave your private life as just that, and you had seen a few too many pros wrapped up in a scandal as a result of a leaked conversation or outed relationship. He noted that it made sense to him, and he noted that there was a distinct difference between Pro Hero: Syncopate, and (Y/N) the roommate who sometimes doesn't put pants on when guests are in the house because you pay rent and bills here. There are days you two would work in tandem on a particularly high stakes mission, adrenaline coursing between the two of you, moving together in a perfectly coordinated dance until the mission was successful and you two were smiling in interviews at the agency, but you two would come home to snuggle up for movies and totally not wish for more. Nope. Not at all.

Not even with the high of your victory still making your skin buzz, the only relief being his fingers absentmindedly trailing across your skin.

Denki openly admitted one day that among his special interests were kink and BDSM. He read up about as many of them as possible, even ones he may not have an interest in, just to have the knowledge on tap in the back of his mind. You asked him question after question until one night he laced his fingers with yours, kissed the back of your hand, and directly asked if you wanted him to actively teach you more. You shyly nodded, genuinely curious about this part of him that he openly told you he kept locked away to avoid pushing you too far. His lessons were...surprisingly platonic, almost alphabetical, as he started . He was genuinely dedicated to giving you information, and when you asked why he explained that the most important part of any kink was education before exploration, so he wanted you to know what you were getting into before you tried anything together. He emphasized that everyone needs a safe word, explaining that if you were ever uncomfortable with something, all you had to do was say the safe word and the scene ends immediately to take care of each other. You chose the word “galvanize”, and he agreed to honor it, but noted that he could use it as well. You two dabbled in the dynamic here and there, but he made a concerted effort to keep you in the shallow end until you were ready to test your limits.

Tonight seemed to be a pop quiz, and you sure as shit didn’t think your slick comments were the right answer to question number one.

+“Denki, where are we going? I kind of need to see for a date, you know.” you asked, blindfolded in the passenger seat.

“You’ll see when we get there, sunshine. You’ll like it, I promise.”

You felt the car taking a winding road and attempted to lift your blindfold for a peek, assuming Denki was distracted until he grabbed and kissed the back of the offending hand.

“No peeking, ya brat.”

You huffed and crossed your arms for the rest of the ride. The car eventually came to a slow, steady stop, and you heard the engine die. Denki hurried over to your side and helped you out of the car and into the warm summer evening, chuckling at your pouty face before gently kissing the tip of your nose.

“You ready?”

You almost stomped your foot, “I’ve been ready!”

He chuckles again and carefully unties the blindfold, careful not to disturb the hair you’ve carefully styled into a slick ponytail, curls individually and neatly twirled to perfection. He shuddered as he thought back to the time he mussed it at work while rough housing with you and you responded by short circuiting him on the spot and then bringing him back within the span of a minute before quipping “What’d we learn?”

He stared at you in horror, apologizing profusely, and told you it was the most unsettling thing he’d experienced since he walked in on Eijiro talking to his dick before a date with Mina.

You blink a couple of times while your eyes adjust, and realize you’re at a cliff over the city, staring at the lights twinkling below, but more importantly, the stars above. They’re clear and bright, and you gasp.

“I remember you complaining that you missed home because you can’t see the stars from the city,” Denki said quietly, “so I took you out of the city. Do you like it?”

You nod, dumbfounded, and Denki guides you to lay down on the hood of his car to stare at the stars, encouraging you to kick your shoes off so they don’t damage the paint before laying down next to you and kicking his own off. He points out several constellations to you, fingers intertwined with yours as he pointed and occasionally kissing the back of your hand.

“So that’s Gemini, and that’s Leo—”

“Wait, what about Cancer? That’s your zodiac sign isn’t it?”

Denki beamed, “You remembered! Unfortunately, you can’t see it with your naked eye because it’s the dimmest zodiac constellation.”

You laughed, “That checks out.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“I’m not calling you dumb, per se, but I’m saying you hold the idiot ball more than I do in this relationship.”

Denki cut his eyes at you, and you could feel his stare boring into you, “Well that’s not very much like the sweet, good girl I thought I was taking out.”

“Well maybe I’m not a good girl,” you replied smoothly, “Maybe I like being bad.”

“Careful now, (Y/N)” he cooed, a hint of warning in his voice that sent warmth down your spine, “That mouth of yours might get you in trouble if you don’t mind your manners.”

You laughed, and decided to push your luck, “And who’s gonna make me mind my manners, you?”

His fingers crept up and down your arm as he hummed an affirmation, and you laughed again, turning to face him.

“Yeah, right. Sure thing, Daddy.”

You watched a complete shift in Denki’s demeanor. His eyes hazed over for a second as he dropped your hand and stood, stepping into his shoes before turning to face you.

“Denki? Did I sa—”

Before you could say anything else, Denki grabbed you by the wrist, snatched you upwards towards him, and locked his lips to yours, one hand fisting in your hair. He licked at your bottom lip, the cooler metal ball of his tongue ring tickling your lip until you gave in and he explored every slick surface in your mouth. You had forgotten how to breathe the minute his attack upon your lips started and he sucked all the air out of your lungs until he finally broke away, leaving you panting and wanting. You tried to initiate a second kiss, and his hand tightened in your hair, one finger hooking into your choker.

Denki continued hovering just above your lips, the smirk fading very briefly as he looked at you with full seriousness, “Hey, (Y/N) do you remember your safe word?”

You racked your brain for the rarely used word for a moment, “‘Galvanize’. Why?”

“Just checking. Remember, you can use it anytime.”

He pressed one knee up to your sex, hiking up your skirt, and you gasped and bit your lip. He feigned kissing you one more time before redirecting his attention to your neck with gentle kisses until he suddenly bit down hard. A moan spilled past your lips and your hands flew up to his shoulders, nails digging in. You felt him smirk against your neck before pulling back and soothing the mark he left with his tongue. He continued grinding his knee against your core as he littered kisses down to your shoulders, pulling the straps of your bra and tank top down further for more uninhibited access to your sepia skin, tracing the freckles there with his tongue. He had always loved how your freckles sprouted in the summer sun and he bit into your shoulder, his right hand snaking down your body while the left continued to hold the back of your neck.

“We’ll see how you feel about who your daddy is shortly, won’t we?”

His hands grazed over your breasts, ghosting your nipples through your clothing for a moment before sliding further down and caressing your inner thigh. You instinctively tried to close your legs, but Denki used his knee and the hand on your thigh to keep them open. He shifted to stand in between your legs fully and slowly dragged his hand up your inner thigh until he could flip your skirt up. He glanced down and his eyes widened as he realized you the panties you were wearing were bright yellow with a black lightning bolt running along your hip. He followed the leg hem of your panties all the way to your ass, quietly commanding you to lift your hips a little and you oblige.

His eyes hazed over with lust as he realized they were cheeky style, the same kind you loved wearing when sending him lewd pictures of your round ass every so often when you’d had a shot or two at the bar. He tore his eyes away from your clothed center to look at you in that dominating fashion.

“Nice panties. These for me?” He pressed his fingers against your clit through your panties as he spoke, and you gasped and moaned.

“The…bra matches.” You choked out, voice strained from the circles he was making on your clit.

Denki leaned forward and trailed his tongue up your neck to the lobe of your ear, causing you to shudder, then whispered, “So you came dressed up for me? Show me.”

You hesitated, and his fingers stopped moving against you. You whined in protest, hips rolling, but he pulled his hand back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think you heard me,” he leaned down and husked in your ear, “I said, show me. Now. Say yes, Sir and show me.”

His nails dug threateningly into your hips and moan escaped your throat as you curled your fingers around the bottom of your shirt. He popped your hand like a petulant child and you pulled back in confusion before realizing from his glare that you’d clearly missed a step. You murmured yes, Sir and tried again, succeeding in pulling it over your head without reproach.

“Good girl,” a pleasant chill ran down your spine at the praise, “Wrap it around your wrist so you don’t lose it.”

You did as he commanded, your skin flushing as he raked his eyes over your breasts, admiring the bra you were wearing. You made the spur of the moment decision to match just in case things escalated, and it was paying off. Denki trailed hot kisses down to your chest, marking the top of one breast, hand returning to its ministrations against your clit. His erection pressed against your thigh, twitching occasionally. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and chuckling.

“You’re so fucking wet for me right now, good girl, you’ve ruined these panties.” His fingers dipped around the edge of your panties to rub your clit directly, lips murmuring praises against yours as his free hand palmed your breast, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra. You yelled for a split second before Denki’s lips locked onto yours, swallowing your moans as his fingers stilled. You whimpered in protest, hips rolling against his hand, and he smirked down at you.

“As much as I’d love to hear you sing for me, this isn’t the place, princess. Stay quiet for me and I promise I’ll reward you for it.”

He slid your panties off with his free hand and put them in his pocket before running his fingers over your slit, parting your lips and pushing two fingers inside slowly. You squirmed at the intrusion, plump lower lip caught in your teeth and your eyes screwed shut as you focused on remaining silent as he began pumping them slowly in and out of you. He picked up his pace when he was certain you had adjusted, curling his fingers against the spot he knew would drive you wild. Your eyes flew open, back arching like a bow pulled taut, lips parted in a silent moan. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and you heard him swallow down his own moan before adding a third finger and continuing his strokes. He leaned down again, kissing just below your ear before whispering, “Do you trust me?”

His fingers slowed just long enough for you to whisper out a yes, god yes, I trust you Sir and he bit back a moan and chuckled, “I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, use your safe word immediately.”

You nodded, vaguely confused as he captured your lips again for a brief second and whispered, “Don’t forget to breathe.”

“Wha—” Your voice was cut off as you felt a jolt of electricity pulse through the spongy spot inside you. You arched off the car again, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream as his quirk sent you careening into the strongest orgasm you’d experienced in your entire fucking life. Denki grabbed you with his other hand, holding you against his chest as your fingers clawed at his clothed back, mind blank except for Denki, his now stilled fingers, and his whispered praises and commands to take a breath, baby girl, you did so good but I need you to stop holding your breath and breathe for me so I know you’re okay.

You take in a deep, gasping breath, forehead banging against his shoulder and you hear Denki sigh in relief and he pressed kisses to your temple, “Fucking christ you scared me, you’re so good for me, beautiful. You did so good, you’re so fucking perfect, we don’t have to do it again, I’m so sorry.”

You mumbled something into his shirt, and he pulled you back gently to hear you better.

“One more time for me, my love.”

Your head lolled back and you looked at him, eyes clouded with lust, a feral glint lurking behind the haze, “More.”

His eyebrow shot up in curiosity, “Are…are you asking me to do it again? (Y/N)...you just short circuited like when I overuse my quirk. Are you sure?”

You nodded, and he swore his soul departed his body as he took in your hungry gaze, your fingers sliding under his shirt as you leaned up and moaned into his ear.

“Please? I need you. I’ll be good.”

Denki’s face flushed crimson and his head dropped onto your shoulder. You heard him mutter—no, not mutter, growl—profanity into the space between you before placing both hands under your ass and picking you up and attacking your lips with needy, feral kisses and bites, tongue dancing around yours. You instinctively locked your legs around his waist, biting back a moan as his bulge made direct contact with your oversensitive sex. He threw the door to the backseat open, mouth still locked on yours and clambered in, breaking the bruising kiss only to slam the door shut behind him. You lean up to tug at his shirt and he snatches it over his head before deftly undoing his belt and pulling it out in one yank.

“Wrists.”

You immediately presented your wrists, the command sending a jolt through your body, and he pulled the tank top you’d wrapped around your wrist off and threw it somewhere in the car. He took both of your wrists in his hand and paused for a moment, looking up at you with the same serious face he’d made before.

“(Y/N)…look at me.”

You made eye contact with him as ordered, and he dropped his belt in favor of holding your hands instead, “How far are you asking me to go?”

You took a minute to clear some of the fog from your head, “Huh? Denks, I—"

“I know…I mean. I think I know how far you’re asking me to go, but…I need you to say it. I need to make sure.” The unspoken portions of the sentence hung between the two of you.

I need to make sure you’re okay with losing your virginity, here and now, in the backseat of a car.

You took a second to look Denki over in full for the first time that evening, his chest still heaving as he tried to level himself out from the feral urge to take you entirely and his eyes full of concern that didn’t quite drown out the lust present as well. He raised an eyebrow.

“Silence isn’t consent, princess.” His voice dropped an octave, sending a chill down your spine, “I need you to either give or revoke consent. I need you to tell me what it is that you want, what you need. If you need me to stop, I will not be upset. This is about you.”

You paused for a moment, letting his words rattle around your skull before remembering what happened outside of the car and being struck with a reckless, stupid idea. You ran your hands up his arms, tracing his muscles lightly and causing his jaw to clench as your feather light touches sent teasing sparks down his spine. He cracked his neck to distract from the urge to grab you and take control as you ran your fingers over his shoulders, using them as leverage to pull yourself up into his lap and trail kisses up his neck, finally stopping just below his ear with a smirk.

“I want you to make me yours. I want you to fuck me.” You pulled back, pouting at him in a way that deepened the blush burning from his face down to his chest, then looked him directly in the eyes.

“Please, Daddy?”

You watched as his eyes darkened, and he snapped, nearly growling as he pulled you in for another bruising kiss. He grabbed your ponytail, yanking your head back and demanding your wrists again. You presented them once again and he bound them with his belt, looping the free end through the handle in the backseat and fastening the buckle, preventing you from moving them. He nipped at your neck aggressively, sucking hard enough to leave marks in places he knew your clothes would rub throughout the day, reminding you who you belonged to. You whimpered and his hand swatted your thigh.

“No noise, remember Princess?”

You bit your lip to stop another whine escaping and he ran his fingers over your throat, as if contemplating wrapping his fingers around it before pulling back and making quick work of undoing his pants, audibly sighing when he freed himself and began stroking his length while settling you in his lap and bunching your skirt up at your waist. You bit your lip as you watched, suddenly realizing you’d never actually seen his cock, only felt it while teasing him through layers of clothing. When you looked up, you realized he’d followed your line of sight and your skin flushed impossibly hotter.

“Maybe I should just leave you bound like this and make you watch. Would you like that, Princess?”

You shook your head, “No, Daddy.”

“No?” he cooed teasingly, still stroking himself as you stared hungrily, “Then what do you want, baby girl?”

“I—” Your voice stuck in your throat, suddenly feeling exposed and shy despite the windows being fogged and obscuring the view inside. You bucked your hips forward, craving contact, and he tsked at you, shifting back a bit.

“If you want me to fuck you, I need you to use your words, pretty girl. You’re still absolutely soaked, so ahead, Princess! Beg.” He trailed the fingers of his free hand up your thigh and wasted no time plunging three fingers inside you again and repeating the motions that drove you wild on the hood of his car. You held your breath to stop the feral moan that threatened to burst forward, unable to even beg until you felt the briefest flutter of a shock against your walls.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck please fuck me I need you I want you I want this please just fucking ruin me Daddy plea—"

Your sentence was cut off by a hand on your throat, the crescent moon on your choker pressing into your skin a bit.

“If you keep begging that way, sunshine, I’m not going to be able to be gentle and you do not want that right now. Lift your hips. Do not drop them down until I say so.”

You lifted your hips as his lined himself up beneath you, hands moving to your hips to keep you stable.

“Slowly lower your hips for me. Do not slam yourself down, you’ll get hurt.”

You nodded and caught your lip between your teeth again as you slowly dropped your hips down, gasping as the tip of his cock pushed through. You stopped for a second to get your bearings, and Denki ran his thumbs soothingly over your hips, muttering praises and reassurance. Slowly, you began dropping your hips down again, the sensation of being stretched open and filled an odd, but pleasant sensation, Denki’s groans bouncing around the car as you descended.

“I—Is it?”

You practically saw the steam shoot from Denki’s ears as he realized what you were asking him, “Almost, princess. You don’t have to take more if you don't—"

He made a choked noise as you kept going until you were fully seated in his lap, the tip of his cock tapping against your cervix and your walls fluttering around him as you adjusted to the sensation. Denki tentatively pulled back a little and gently thrust back into you, body tense from his concerted effort not to listen to his own urges. Your breath came out in little hitches until finally, you whispered that it was okay to pick up the pace.

“You’re taking my cock so good, princess, you’re so fucking tight and hot and fuck I just want to pound you right now until you can’t think of anything but me, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

You tasted copper in your mouth as he unconsciously increased his speed and depth, whispering a mix of praises and the filthiest desires he had in mind for you. Your hips rolled to meet him, heat pooling in your lower belly. He shifted slightly and found your g-spot again, targeting it over and over until your eyes rolled into the back of your head, breasts bouncing in front of his face. He pulled one of your breasts free of your bra and languidly ran his tongue over your hardened bud, looking you in the eye as he did it. You felt like a bow that had been pulled to its max tension, and it took everything in you not to moan loud enough to alert the entire city to your activities as he lavished your breast with attention, never slowing his hips.

“Fuck you’re perfect. You like hearing what I want to do to you? Yeah? You want more?”

You nodded furiously, then nearly whined when he pulled almost all the way out of you. Suddenly his hips snapped forward, slamming into you until your ass slapped against his thighs and the bow released its tension, disorienting you as you heard a loud yell from somewhere and white bursts of light took over your vision. You took a minute to breathe and realized that not only had the scream come from you, but Denki had stopped entirely, staring down at his lap in near disbelief. You followed his line of vision and his exposed thighs and jeans were absolutely soaked.

You weren't sure what his point was but you whimpered quietly and shifted back and forth, desperate for friction. Denki stared at your blissed out face, eyes pleading for more, then reached up and freed your hands, slamming your back into the seat and pressing himself against you. He waited for you to nod before continuing the pace he’d started before, slamming into you over and over again, setting off fireworks behind your eyes and you felt the bow being pulled taut again and tried to find the words to warn him, but your language skills failed you entirely and you bit into his shoulder instead.

“FUCK,” Denki swore loudly as your teeth sank in, inadvertently bucking into you harder, “Again?”

You nodded dumbly and he dropped down onto one of his forearms to free his other hand to pay careful attention to your clit, making you gasp loudly.

“Do it.”

You threw your head back, mouth open in a silent scream, unable to get air in or out of your lungs. Denki didn’t slow his pace and whispered for you to breathe, biting into your shoulder to force you to gasp and inhale with a choked sob of pleasure, tears pricking at your eyes as you clawed at his back and came again, pouring over him.

Denki moaned, “Fuck you’re such a good girl, you feel so fucking good around me, it’s like you’re trying to milk my cock dry. Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside you? You want me to fill you up and make you mine?”

You nodded furiously, a pleading whine escaping, and Denki began playing with your oversensitive, abused clit again. Your hands flew down to try to force his hand to stop and he responded by shifting his body so he could pin your wrists above your head with his free hand, continuing his actions. You felt tension building in your overstimulated body for a fourth time, and he pinned your wrists down harder as you bucked against him.

“Look at me, Princess. I want you to look me in the eye when you cum this time.”

You did as you were told, and the sight of you alone was nearly enough to take him over the edge. Your pupils were blown wide, lips swollen and bruised from biting them to keep quiet as best you could, your hair, having escaped its elastic, was in a wild halo around you and your entire body was trembling. He felt himself losing his cadence, heat crawling up his spine and fogging his head. He sent a small charge through the fingers working your clit, sparking against it and watching as your back bowed and your walls threatened to clench.

“I want to hear you. Fucking scream.”

He sparked again and you came undone for a final time, spilling over and screaming his name at an earsplitting volume, an evening’s worth of withheld moans filling the car. He thrust into you a few more times before spilling himself inside of you with his own yell, briefly losing control of his quirk and producing sparks before collapsing backwards against the door behind him. You both lay there for what felt like ages before you finally croaked out, “I…didn’t know you made sparks when you…”

“I…haven’t since high school, which is fitting considering we just fucked in the back of a car like a couple of high schoolers.” You opened your mouth in protest, and he laughed, “Yeah, I know. I drove, I could have taken us home, but where’s the fun in that?”

You giggled as he ran his fingers up and down your thigh, and he smiled back, “Speaking of things that we didn’t know about one another, I didn’t know you could do that, and it’s kind of really fucking hot. I wish you would have told me beforehand so I could have gotten a towel or something out of the trunk, but the surprise was pretty great too.”

“Do…what, exactly?” you questioned, one eyebrow arched in confusion.

His eyes went wide, and he started to giggle stupidly, “I—you don’t know what happened, do you? You didn’t know you could do that. That means I’m the only person to ever make you do it.”

“Denki Kaminari, what in the bewildering, plus ultra fuck are you giggling about? Did you short circuit again?”

“No, but you sprung a leak.” He reached up and turned on the overhead light and you propped yourself up against the door behind you, revealing the large wet spot covering an alarming amount of the seat and the tops of his thighs, discoloring the jeans he hastily shoved down instead of removing entirely.

You flopped back down and covered your embarrassed face with your hands, wanting nothing more than to have a portal quirk so you could be swallowed up and vanish, reaching levels of mortifications you’d never achieved before, “Oh my god, I’m dying. I swear I'll pay for the cleaning costs.”

“Well, for one, I'll pay to clean it because you didn't know. Second, the French word for orgasm translates to ‘little death’ so if you think about it, you died four times. On my cock.”

“Jesus Christ, I can hear you smirking.”

“And my fingers.”

“Okay, Denks, I get it.”

“And on my favorite jeans.”

“I get it.”

“And all over my backseat.”

“DENKI KAMINARI. I swear to god, this cannot get more mortifying.”

As Denki opened his mouth to retort, the door you were leaning against flew open, and you went tumbling backward out of the car with a shout, the only thing stopping you from public indecency being Denki’s quick reflexes grabbing one leg and the hem of your skirt, leaving you hanging upside down, halfway in and out of the car. When your brain oriented itself, you noticed three pairs of familiar boots and the color drained from your face as the orange and black one hooked under your shoulder and kipped you back into the vehicle to scramble back into Denki’s chest.

“Oh fuck.”

“First all, Denki, put that thing back in your pants or I’ll blow it off." Katsuki’s face was more annoyed than usual, "Second, the next time you two idiots decide to relive your high school days, maybe keep it the fuck down.”

“I—” Denki stammered, “How…what?”

“A passerby heard screaming and called it in,” Eijiro added, “Luckily we all recognized the car description and took the call instead.”

Mina smiled and flashed a thumbs up, “Nice set of pipes there, (Y/N)! Didn’t think you had it in you, girl! Also, I didn’t know there was Chargebolt lingerie! Where can I get a set?”

Before you could come up with a lie, Denki blurted that he doesn’t sell any adult underwear as merch and you felt the urge to short circuit him on the spot. Katsuki broke out into hysterical laughter, and Eijiro raised an eyebrow, “Then…?”

“I…it’s…special ordered.”

“You special ordered lingerie to have sex in the back of a car?”

“I…no!”

There was an awkward silence as the realization clicked in everyone’s head that the lingerie is something you ordered well before this and just had, and Katsuki doubled over in more laughter as you sank into Denki’s chest further.

“I would actually like to die now.”

Mina peeked into the car again and said “By the way, I know a really good auto detailer that can get that out of the seat for you!”

“MINA.”

“What?! It happens to the best of us, sometimes more than once, right Eiji? We thought we absolutely ruined his backseat. Besides, you couldn’t have known! It was your first ti--”

“MINA PLEASE.”

Her boyfriend’s face went as red as his hair and Katsuki fell to the ground clutching his side as you and Denki turned increasingly interesting shades of red. You groaned, “Bakugo, I will literally give you all the money in my bank account if you kill me, right now.”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” he choked out, “this is the greatest night of my life, and apparently yours too! Congratulations on finally becoming a grown ass woman in your twenties!”

Katsuki kicked the car door shut, still laughing hysterically as he walked off and left you and Denki in the abandoned lot, thoroughly mortified and with no plans to repeat this stunt.

“So…how long have you had—”

“Denki Motherfucking Chargebolt Kaminari I will short circuit you and bring you back.”

“No thank you, let’s just go home.”

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Pairing: Din Djarin/gn!reader Summary: Mando leaves specific instructions not to leave the ship while he is out on a hunt. Disobey those instructions leads to very terrible consequences - will Mando make it back in time? Word Count: 3232 Warning: Mention of blood, pain, knife, torture, canon-typical violence A/N: I decided to see if the Whumptober prompts inspired anything and here this is.... days 1, 2, & 3 all in one! The specific prompts used were: 1: Bound 2: Gagged 3: “Who did this to you” I hope y'all enjoy! Also don’t forget Feedback Feeds my Soul

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You knew that you should have listened to him, he told you not to leave the ship but you wanted to find something other than the terrible rations to eat. You thought that you would be fine. You made sure that the kid was secure in the ship, and you made sure that the ship was in your line of sight, you’d be able to get back to it if you needed.

Everything had been going well, you had found some fruit that was growing and from what you could tell, was edible. You had begun picking the fruit, excited to see what all you could make with what you were finding.

You heard a branch snap, but it wasn’t from your own feet. You scanned the area, surely it was just an animal but you suddenly got a sick feeling in your gut, and knew you needed to get back to the ship. You would just need to engage ground security protocols once you were onboard and both you and the child would be safe.

You had turned to head back to the ship, but it was too late. You saw that they were closer than you, there was no way for you to make it onboard before they did. You didn’t even have to think, the decision had been an easy one, you used the remote controls to engage the protocols, locking the child in the ship when the hunters wouldn’t be able to get to him. It would buy him time until Mando could get back and kill them off.

You then tried to hunker down, they hadn’t seen you yet and you had hoped that it would stay that way. It had bought you some time. You watched from the foliage as they tried to get in the ship to no avail. You felt relief knowing the child was safe, though that relief was only short lived as you suddenly heard movement behind you.

You whipped around quickly, trying to get a blaster shot off but he was faster than you expected and managed to dodge the shot, which just meant that you had signaled the others to your location. You were luckily fast enough to rip your arm panel with the controls for the ship off your arm and shoot that. You got one good step on it too before a blaster shot hit your thigh.

You crumbled to the ground from the pain of the close range shot, you desperately tried to focus on getting out of the situation or fighting your way out of the 5 men, but before you could find your footing again, the man’s foot was on your shoulder, painfully pressing it into the ground. You still tried to get a shot off at him, but he was easily able to pry your blaster from your hand.

“He sure picked a feisty one.” The hunter chucked before grabbing you by the shoulder and pulling you upright. You were surrounded by 2 other men before you were fully upright, one on each side of you, dragging you back towards the ship.

“She destroyed her controls.” The first man told the others, lifting the destroyed band.

“That’s fine, her biometrics should open the ship using the panel at the door.” Another pointed out. You were never more thankful for how paranoid Mando was, while your biometrics were required to get to the controls, to undo something like ground protocols, or really anything, a 6 digit code was also needed. And only you knew your code.

You probably should have let them figure that out themselves but you couldn’t help but laugh at them.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” He growled.

“Oh, just that even with a big ass head, you have a tiny fucking brain.” You chuckled. Your insult only earned you two fingers pushing into the wound on your leg, making you cry out.

“Not laughing now.” He smirked, happy with his work. He didn’t waste his time forcing you to the panel, pressing your hand to the reader. You could feel how smug he was when the light went green. There was a moment of anticipation, then the code boxes popped up and you felt the anger and annoyance that he felt realizing what had happened.

You felt the blaster pressed into the back of your head as he took a step away from you. “Open that door right now or I will shoot you.”

“If you kill me you’ll never get in.” You pointed out. You knew that the next few hours or days, depending on how long Mando took, wasn’t going to be pleasant, but you had no plans on giving them that code. You would rather be killed. “Go ahead and shoot me now, because it does not matter what you do, I will never give up that code.”

You turned around slowly, looking down the barrel of the gun, directly into the man’s eyes. You refused to let him think he had you scared, you wanted him to realize that he would fail, that you would die before even thinking about giving up Mando or the kid.

“We’ll see about that.” He locked eyes on you, lowering the gun only slightly. “Tie them up,” You were quickly grabbed and dragged over to a tree that was near the entrance of the ship, you were bound to the tree tightly, a little wiggling told you that you weren’t getting out very easily.

“Alimar! Can you get that damn door open?” The man you assumed was in charge asked the smallest man, who was beside the panel.

“I am trying sir, but the security is very tight and I am afraid that one wrong move and it will just lock down more.”

“Well don’t make a wrong move. I want that damn door open before The Mandalorian gets back here.”

“Now you, you’re going to make his job unneeded and you’re going to tell us your code.”

“Again, not happening.” You rolled your eyes at him. Your answer earned you a swift and strong fist to your gut. You groaned at the pain but straightened yourself.

“Fine, stop, the code is 654321.” You said, making yourself sound more out of breath then you were.

“Don’t enter that!” The man in front of you shouted to Alimar, who was about to enter it as if you would give up that easy.

“Is that the code you enter to warn your little mandalorian? You think I’m that stupid?”

“I guess you’ll never know if I ever even give you the right code or if what I say will do any number of things, from warn Mando, to locking it down further, to self destroying the ship.”

“You wouldn’t risk the kid’s life.” He glared at you, but you could tell the wheels in his brain were turning. He had to think of a way to get you to give him the code, but he had to be able to be sure it was the right one.

“Well I guess that just leaves the hard way. Can’t trust you until I can break you.”

He wasn’t lying, he had no intentions of going easy on you. He had started by changing your position, tying your hands on a branch that happened to be at the perfect height above your head. You knew this position left you much more vulnerable, and he took full advantage of that.

He started with his blaster, a shot to your shin, followed by asking for the code. You gave another random combination of 6 digits. He then walked away, towards the panel, he would examine it, then walk back. A shot to your forearm, followed by the same question. You gave another 6 numbers. He walked away, only to come back, this time with a knife.

He gave you a deep cut on the outside of the thigh that hadn’t been shot previously. You hadn’t been able to hold in the screamed pains you had been letting out after each infliction, which only seemed to make the man in front of you smile.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you did notice the sun beginning to set. He started to leave you alone for longer periods, which was good. You weren’t sure how many more you were going to be able to take. You were just praying that Mando would be back soon.

Even if you didn’t last much longer, you also started to worry about their resident mechanic. You kept your eye on his progress and were scared that he could actually manage to get through the door.

It had quickly become dark, the only light coming from the lights on the ship. You could tell it was also cooling down as well. You tried to ignore the shivers that were running through your body but there was no use.

“Shit!” You heard the man who had been on watch utter. “Boss! We got a problem, he’s here.”

“Fuck!” The man in charge frantically looked around trying to figure something out. You were about to let out a scream, something to warm Mando, but right as you opened your mouth, one of them shoved a cloth into your mouth.

“Not gonna happen.” He tightened it around your head, making sure you weren’t able to spit it out to warn Mando.

“Good, all we need to do is hide, when he gets here, he’ll be distracted with them, and by the time they can even try to warn him, we’ll jump him.” Their leader told them. They were quickly to gather the little they had and find themselves spots that they would go unseen.

You just prayed that Mando would catch their body signatures through his visor first. If he noticed them before he noticed you, then he would have a chance of fighting them off. If their plan went their way, and he was distracted by you, there was a chance they could overpower him.

You heard your name being shouted, you turned your head to see Mando, his focus solely on you. His helmet never left you, even as you shook your head viciously, trying to get him to look anywhere else, but he was in front of you quickly.

Mando was looking you over, you could feel the anger and tension that was radiating from him. Though at the moment all you could think about was warning him. You were trying to yell through the gag, but it stopped anything comprehensible from coming out.

“Who did this to you!?” Mando asked, a sharp edge to his voice, one that sent a shiver down your spine. He was quick to untie to gag, realizing you were trying to say something.

“Behind you!” Was all you could manage to get out as soon as the gag was undone.

He only had a moment to turn around and realize that he was faced with exactly who did this. His blaster was fired off before he even fully had time to process what was transpiring. His shot landed, though you were sad to realize it took down the least threatening, the mechanic.

He begins to go for the other four men, but one manages to kick his blaster out of his hand, he is left trying to fight all of them with just his hands. You tried to get out of your ropes again, to no avail and were left to watch in panic and he tried to fight them all off. He had been knocked to the ground. Not one, but two of the men on top of him holding him down. You watched as he went to use his flame thrower on his arm to get them off him, when the leader was quick to step down hard on his wrist, stopping his ability to get the flames anywhere that would be helpful.

You watched in panic as he thrashed around, trying to gain any leverage but he was outnumbered. The leader got the third man to take over holding his arm down. The two men on top of him shifted slightly, just enough so that their leader could bend down in front of Mando.

“It looks like you aren’t as sharp as everyone says.” He taunted. “I was expecting more of a fight, I didn’t think that you cared about anything under all that metal. But looks like all it took to take down the great Mandalorian was capturing his favorite little companion.”

“Leave them out of this!” He seethed, thrashing more at the mention of you.

“Oh, but why would I, when we had so much fun today while you were gone.” He smiled disgustingly. “Honestly surprised they are even awake with all I put them through today.”

His attention flickered to you for a moment, he was quick to notice you looked more panicked now than you had all day and he realized he might have just hit the jackpot.

“You know, I always wondered what you looked like under that tin can. I bet you are hideous, it’s not some creed that keeps that helmet on, but more that you are just so ugly no one would want to look at you.” He began to bend down towards Mando. If he had been thrashing beforehand, now he was frantic.

“Stop!!” You screamed, grabbing the leader and Mando’s attention. “Stop! I will give you the code, please, just leave him alone,”

“Is that all it takes to break you? You don’t want to know what he looks like? Afraid he will have to kill you after you know?”

“I think I have made it pretty clear today that my life is not what matters here.” You sighed, “Just leave him alone and I will give you the code.”

“Don’t!” You heard him beg you, but your heart was shattering, you refused to allow these men to break Mando of his creed. A creed that you had witnessed how seriously he took. You would not be a part of that happening.

You locked your eyes with his visor, hoping that you were meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t watch them hurt you.”

“Good.” The leader smiled, standing up over Mando. “Now no games. If the code you give me does not open that door, then I will take that helmet, kill your precious Mandalorian slowly, and make you watch. Then I will blow my way through this ship anyway and get the kid, and leave you to die. Do you understand?

“Yes. No games, just promise you won’t hurt him.” You pleaded.

“You have my word.” You knew the word of a hunter like him meant nothing, and when you noticed that Mando’s free hand was reaching slightly for a blade in the side of his pants, you realized you had a plan, one that gave Mando the time he needed to get the upper hand.

“Okay. My code is 827364.” You sighed, you gave the right number up until the last digit. The panel would light green for every correct digit, meaning that until the last moment, he would think that you were right. But you also knew he had to untie you because your bioscan would have timed out. This would hopefully allow you to give Mando some form of help, though you had minimal strength left in your body, you would try.

“Fuck.” He marched back over to you. “Don’t even think of trying anything.” He told you as he untied you from the tree. You realized just how weak you were when you nearly collapsed. You saw Mando twitch at seeing just how bad of shape you were in, but now neither of you had time to do anything about it.

“Looks like you won’t be doing anything even if you wanted to.” He smirked, practically dragging you to the ship panel. He pressed your hand to it, reading your signal. Once he was no longer in need of you, he threw you to the ground away from him.

You groaned as you hit the ground. Watching as he entered the numbers you had given him. You realized he had made a mistake when you saw a blaster that was in your reach.

You put all your effort into stretching just enough to grab it without signalling to him or the others what you were doing. You saw him tap the last number and as soon as the panel turned red you let your blaster shot go off.

The man whose foot had been holding Mando’s hand down was suddenly stumbling back, and hit the ground. Mando wasted no time, his arm coming up and the flames engulfing the two men holding him down.

They screamed in agony as they rolled off the mandalorian. He got to his feet in record time and before the leader could think to retaliate against you, a knife was plunged into his chest.

Mando marched over to him and was above him as he stumbled back into the ship. Without a word he rips the blade out and stabs it back in the other side. The knife is out of him again, this time finding a place in his stomach. Next his thigh, until finally he has enough and with a quick swipe, the man’s neck is sliced open. He tried to helplessly grab at his neck but within moments he was bleeding out on the ground.

You heard three more blaster shots before Mando was in your vision. “You’re okay, you’re going to be okay.”

You tried to nod, tried to stand up, but your body had given up on you. “I’m sorry.” You managed to get out. If you had only listened to him, you would have been in the ship and not put all of you in such danger.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” He told you softly as he wrapped his arms gingerly under you. “Let’s get you patched up.”

“I could have gotten us all killed.” You whined at the pain as he lifted you.

“But you didn’t.” He sighed. He was trying to hold in the worry and anger that was still coursing through his veins. The pain and anger he felt seeing you tied to that tree, the last thing he was worried about had been his creed, and yet, you had. You refused to let them take away something that you didn’t even fully understand and he couldn’t help but love you a little more for that.

While that anger and worry could lead him to taking it out on you, you had disobeyed him, but you also risked your life for him and the child, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that. Instead he left all his anger to the men that were dead outside the ship.

He was as careful as he could be with you as he finally unlocked the ship and walked you up the ramp and quickly laid you on a cot so he could begin to patch you up.

“You saved us.” He adds softly as he notices you slip into sleep. He hoped you would sleep through the worst of the treatments if he was being honest, once he was sure you couldn’t hear him he added, “You saved me.”

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