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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.

Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.

A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Merry Christmas x

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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you.

Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire.

“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.”

Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy.

“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.”

Best friend

Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with.

Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time.

“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?”

George smirks, you do listen to every word they say.

“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.”

“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.”

Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks.

“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.”

The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you.

You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck.

You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.

“Everything okay baby?”

Baby.

You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred.

“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask.

“How long are we gone for?”

“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”

“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.”

“So three weeks?”

The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed.

You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed.

“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it.

Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed.

“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast.

George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred.

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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace.

Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve.

Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins.

So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air.

“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger.

“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family.

“I think they’re going to kick our ass.”

“Oh without a doubt.”

You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’.

Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down.

“Later losers”

You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass.

“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground.

You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless.

“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you.

You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink.

Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking.

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly.

The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment.

They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm.

“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face.

“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”

You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins.

“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face.

“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?”

You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin.

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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon.

Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered.

“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly.

“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed.

“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed.

“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement.

Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body.

“My eyes are here baby.”

That fucking nickname.

“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?”

George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s.

I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins.

“Noted.”

Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.

“We’re sick of this game love.”

“We know you want us.”

“Fuck, we want you.”

“That shit you pulled during the game.”

“Dangerous.”

“Slutty.”

“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.”

My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed.

“I’m yours?”

The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip.

“Should we remind you?”

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“We forget what you feel like.”

“Sound like.”

They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs.

Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me.

“Are you our Christmas gift?”

You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle.

“Don’t be shy, baby.”

“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move.

George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s.

“How lucky are we Freddie.”

“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass.

George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips.

“Please.” You whimper.

George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours.

“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples.

“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him.

“Say that again.”

“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.

“We’re going to ruin you.”

Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served.

“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on.

George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair.

“Might want to fix that baby.”

“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs.

Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave.

After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.

“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove.

“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.”

No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work.

Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks.

“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction.

“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air.

“And Y/n?” Molly smiles.

“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.”

Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins.

“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades.

You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break.

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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life.

Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush.

You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom.

“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body.

George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous.

George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip.

“What’s Freddie going to say?”

The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Why don’t you tell him and find out.”

George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.

“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”

Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers.

“You answer daddy when he asks a question.”

“Only for you daddy.”

George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin.

“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.”

You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his.

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.

“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred.

George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin.

“This is all for you.”

Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes.

“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.”

You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand.

“I’ve missed this pussy baby.”

He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it.

“So sweet.”

If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock.

“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin.

“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”

His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer.

“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.”

George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm.

“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.”

It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum.

“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls.

Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head.

“So tight and wet for me.”

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body.

The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long.

“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.”

You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high.

“Look at you, such a whore.”

You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you.

“D-don’t stop.”

Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum.

“Cover my cock baby.”

Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you.

George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss.

“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips.

“Let’s get you ready for bed.”

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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys.

“I hear you had fun last night.”

You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle.

“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.”

“Freddie.”

“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face.

“Daddy.”

Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them.

“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.”

“I did.”

You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum.

“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?”

His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob.

“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.”

Fred smirks, chuckling at your response.

“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”

He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.

“You want me to fuck you better than George.”

“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand.

Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop.

“He was right, you’re a slut for me.”

You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours.

“Get on your knees and show me what you want.”

Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold.

You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips.

“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face.

You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth.

“Such a messy baby.”

Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock.

“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips.

“Just for you daddy.”

“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you.

“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”

Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs.

“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed.

You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air.

“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.”

Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat.

“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.”

“Mm, what would George say?”

“Fuck, please, fuck me.”

You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips.

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”

You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material.

Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up.

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.”

“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.”

You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock.

His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie.”

Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches.

“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.”

Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster.

“Daddy, so good.”

He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you.

“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin.

You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself.

Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you.

“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces.

“We’re so lucky Freddie.”

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Let me know if you'd like a part 2 with both of them.

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yall i have a stark!reader x logan howlett idea… maybe i’ll elaborate on this if yall want me to 🩷

created my own timeline lmao, def not canon, civil war wasn’t that serious, this is completely self indulgent i’m so sorry

okay so picture this, you’re the daughter of the one and only tony stark <3 best friend of the infamous spiderman and prodigy of not just loki but frigga too

you’ve been wandering the multiverse for a solution to a problem that hasn’t even happened yet… you need to find a way to stop thanos from killing your dad

yes, you’re well aware of what’s about to happen in the somewhat distant future because you’ve had to live it

but with the help of ancient texts, time travel and extensive knowledge of the multiverse, you’re 100% sure you can stop this from ever happening without having serious repercussions to the timeline

so you’re back in your own timeline, on your way to back to the avengers tower after timeline hopping for several weeks hoping to find better answers

it’s a bit deserted, jarvis informing you that the team is on a mission

so you decide to enquire about the whereabouts of peter parker your bff

jarvis has no idea who you’re talking about ???

you hunt down sam and buck to ask them what the hell is wrong with jarvis but you feel like you’re going crazy when they don’t know who peter is either

so you race over to the lab to look at your dads picture wall, fully knowing peter is going to be in those pictures but he isn’t…

where the fuck is your best friend and why doesn’t anyone remember him

on the other end of town, peter is living with his new roommates

after everything that happened with mysterio and strange he was forced to head out on his own

and that’s when he met wolvie and wade <3

who gracefully took him in

vanessa is setting up a movie night for herself and the boys, trying to be there for peter

the same peter who doesn’t even know that his best friend is about to turn the world upside down to find out what the hell happened to her best friend

and logan is sitting on the couch in his comfy clothes completely oblivious to the fact that his future love of his life is about to enter his life (once she finally figures out how to get to her best friend)

#wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett x you #wolverine x you #wolverine x y/n #wolverine smut #wolverine fluff #logan howlett fluff

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AA: alpha dave still has a long way to go AA: hes still not at ease with his mortality AA: but people like us have to be! AA: we have to be prepared to die a thousand deaths before our quest is complete AA: the master we serve demands it

Well, you died a thousand deaths, because that was your style. I think Aradia's army of doomed duplicates was a bit of an outlier, honestly.

Seriously - how did the trolls spawn thousands of doomed timelines? The kids made plenty of mistakes, but we've only seen three doomed Daves.

TG: im just one dead dave offered up to the time god AA: pretty much

It’s a pretty raw deal, isn’t it?

Sure, the sting of being doomed is lessened somewhat by the existence of a confirmed afterlife, but it's still unfair. Every Time Player is constantly dancing on the knife’s edge of doom, and their failure will kill everyone.

TG: why are you even here like why are you showing me this AA: im not showing you im just visiting your bubble AA: it projects your thoughts and memories AA: as well as other things relevant to you much like the clouds do in skaia

Turns out the Horrorterrors do have their own clouds, and they’re liminal spaces full of ghosts and forgotten memories. To be fair, that's pretty on brand for a race of Elder Gods.

TG: if im seeing this TG: shouldnt i be able to do something about it TG: or stop it from happening or TG: i dont know like anything to keep helping my friends

That’s the spirit, Dave! You're not out of the game just yet, and there's surely something you can help with, out here in the Ring. Maybe you could deliver the Tumor to the Sun - its explosion isn't going to kill a ghost.

Plus, if you really can access memories from alternate Daves, you might be able to learn things that none of the Alpha Players are aware of. Maybe there's a Doomed Rose who figured out Scratch's plan, or a Doomed Karkat who knows how to stop Gamzee.

TG: what do i do AA: nothing AA: none of this is your business anymore AA: its time to move on

Move on to where, though? These bubbles look like the the end of the line.

Plus, I don't think any iteration of Dave would be comfortable leaving his friends behind to suffer - not when he might be able to help. Aradia didn't go gentle into that good night, so why should he?

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s129 #3489

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THE ART OF TIME SLIPPING. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

an absolute genius of a nonnie requested these, and i had a weekend off, and i wanted to write these because, i mean. time travel is a tasty concept on its own, but ACCIDENTAL time travel???? exceptional! anyway, my beloved nonnie, i truly hope that these are what you were looking for! and i hope everyone else enjoys them too! as always: DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OF PROMPTS! and do not claim them as your own!

FROM THE ACCIDENTAL TIME TRAVELLER:

“ look, i get it. I do. you have no reason to believe what i’m saying. but i promise you: i’m from the future. “

“ how many times do i need to tell you?! i’m not even born yet! you won’t see my birth records for months/years/centuries yet! “

“ wait… hold on a second, what year is it? “

“ you don’t even have the first idea what this feels like. i just found out that i somehow missed the last [INSERT TIME SPAN HERE] of my life, and in the blink of an eye. “

“ listen, this is going to sound mad, but… you’re my mother/father/parent [OR OTHER RELATIVE]. i can’t prove it, but you are. It’s the truth. i swear. “

“ i don’t understand how i came to your time. but i do know i need to get back to my one. “

“ i seriously wish you’d all stop asking me these questions! i don’t know how i got here! i just… slipped! it just happened! “

“ it’s so weird. all this stuff that’s going to happen between now and my time… i don’t even know if i should tell you about it. “

“ all the times i wanted to be alone, or i wanted to just be somewhere that nobody knew me… this isn’t what i wanted. “

“ i just want to go back to my own timeline. okay? I didn’t want any of this to happen. i never meant… this is so messed up. “

“ wait, you believe me?! i just told you a completely wild story about being from another time, and you just… trust that i’m being honest?! “

“ the wildest thing is, i didn’t do anything to get here. you know? i didn’t drive super fast, i didn’t turn a hot tub into a time machine. i just… i was home, then i was here. “

“ i guess there’s a risk it could happen to other people in my timeline, but i’m more concerned about me right now. “

" if i don't go back... there's no knowing what could happen. and if there's the slightest risk that you might stop existing if i choose to stay, then i don't wanna stay. your world needs you. okay? "

" hey. no matter what happens now, i want you to know that i'll never forget you. you believed me and my unbelievable story about time travel. that's not something that gets forgotten easily. "

TO THE ACCIDENTAL TIME TRAVELLER:

“ prove it. prove that you’re from a different time. then i might think about believing you. “

“ …sure… you’re from the future, yeah? okay pal, i believe you. so tell me, when was the last time you slept? “

“ this is some kind of dumb prank, isn’t it? wow. well done, well played, you nearly had me. jeez, time travel… that’s just next level insanity right there… “

“ i don’t know why, but… i think i’m going to believe you. it doesn’t make a single bit of sense, but fine. you’re from the future/past. “

“ how did you end up here? or should i say… now? “

“ haven’t you seen a single time travel movie? if you stay in this time, that could mess up the entire world! “

“ i… imagine this must be very weird for you. right? or is that the dumbest understatement of the millennium? “

“ if you’re from the past, then that means we should probably keep you away from the history books. it feels like a solid rule not to spoil your future for you. “

“ look, i can’t watch all those cheesy sci-fi flicks and then ignore the possibility that people can travel through time. “

“ no. no, i don’t believe you. i don’t believe a word of what you just said. but i figure i have nothing better to do, and i kinda wanna see where you’re going with this crazy story, so… let’s go out on a limb and say you’re telling me the truth. “

“ hey, i’m asking the questions here! you don’t get to just zap into my back yard and then assume you get to ask all these questions! who are you, and how did you get here?! “

“ did you live here before? or… like, in the future, i mean? “

“ the way i see it, there’s a lot of far easier lies to believe before you could ever expect anyone to swallow the whole time travel schtick. which probably means you’re telling the truth. “

" look. you wanna get back to your own timeline, right? that means we need to replicate everything that happened the exact second you showed up here. so let's go. "

" this is completely absurd! how did you end up here?! science? magic? how! this completely destroys any and all theories of quantum physics! you just... blinked into the past/future! it's just not possible! "

" from what you're telling me, it sounds like you could end up destroying the universe just by staying here too long. so let's find a way to get you back home. "

" you don't get it! if you're from the past, that means you need to stay there in order to keep this timeline safe. right? like the butterfly theory. if you're not there in the past, then you can't do your part to secure this timeline. we could stop existing if you don't go back! "

" i mean... would it really be so bad it you stayed? sure, a new timeline would exist, but... it'd be our timeline. where you and i get to stay together. that's not so bad, is it? "

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence starters #ask meme #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #rp memes #writing prompt #roleplay starters

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Never Hijacked!Peeta Fics Masterlist (3)

Part 1 / Part 2 /

Created: April 25th, 2024

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all the world's a stage-Abagail_Snow (ao3)

Summary: They'll never live down the stunt with the berries. They should probably just accept that. Peeta is rescued from the arena along with Katniss (post-Catching Fire/Mockingjay divergence)

Any Other Way-cozycoffee (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are both rescued from the Quarter Quell arena. Written for This Would Have Happened Anyway Summer 2023 prompt. ash and memory-songbirdheart (ao3) Summary: No. The very idea makes me want to cry. I could never have killed him. Never. I would sooner have died for him, with him. I still would. That’s what I wanted, that day. Not a rebellion. Just one man’s life. Katniss and Peeta walk the desolate remains of 12; a both rescued by 13 AU. I, and Love, and You-oh_so_loverly (ao3) Summary: Four snippets following Katniss and Peeta both having been rescued from the Arena and brought to District Thirteen. Peeta's Proposal-sillymarigolds (ao3) Summary: After being rescued from the 75th Hunger Games, the Victors find themselves yet again pawns, this time in the hands of the Rebels. Ever the Head Gamemaker, Plutarch Heavensbee looks for ways to win an advantage in this new arena. A proposed solution by Peeta may just help in bringing about a happily ever after. roses love sunshine, violets love dew-adsofraser (ao3) Summary: Peeta is rescued along with Katniss from the Quarter Quell arena. They are able to grow together miles underground in District 13 as war in the districts rages on. "This Would Have Happened Anyway" Challenge for Summer 2023. Swan Upon Leda-FyreFlys (ao3) Summary: Katniss regrets that night 4 months ago during the victory tour, even if she doesn’t entirely wish it never happened. This part, however- the one where she’s being forced back into a death arena while four months pregnant- would be so much easier if it had never happened. Peeta isn’t supposed to know. So why is he telling Caesar, and all of Panem, on national television? OR: the fic where Everlark aren’t together yet, Katniss is pregnant during the Quarter Quell, Peeta isn’t supposed to know but then figures it out, Peeta never gets taken by the Capital and hijacked, and they try to live their “happily ever after”. The Brightest Timeline-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: Peeta is rescued from the Capitol and brought to District 13 without having been hijacked. Katniss and Peeta reunite. You know the drill. The Things We Love Most Complete Us-geekymoviemom (ao3) Summary: “You love him,” Finnick told Katniss down in that bunker. “Anyone paying attention could see it.” Anyone, apparently, except Katniss. Until it was too late.

This doesn’t hurt, does it?-endlessnightlock (tumblr)

Summary: Everlark in Thirteen featuring kidnapped but not hijacked Peeta.

#masterlist #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #thg #everlark #neverhijacked

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thebiggerbear Main Writing Masterlist

Call My Name (Soldier Boy) - Grace Mallory, the Boys, and the government have all warily agreed to your plan to take down Homelander. There’s just one more person to add to the operation, the very person who is necessary for any measure of the plan’s success. Can you convince him to join the team and help you defeat Homelander once and for all?

Keep Me Inside (Soldier Boy) - When you took a job at Vought International to pay the bills, you never could have imagined just how much your life was about to change. Especially when you catch the eye of a certain Supe.

Only Ever Holding Onto You (Beau Arlen) - When Beau Arlen called and asked you to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff’s Department, you knew you should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for your relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had you putting in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed you; how could you say no? Yet, the more time you spend in Big Sky Country, the more you wonder if you should have stayed in Houston.

The Ghosts Are Coming For You (Beau Arlen) - When you moved to Montana, you figured you’d be in for a much quieter, more slow-paced lifestyle compared to the big city one you had left behind. Meeting Lewis and Clark County’s youngest sheriff while working a string of murders in your new position in Homicide turns out to be anything but — especially when things start to hit a little too close to home and remind you of things you thought you’d left buried long ago.

Closer (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader) - Now that Russell knows the truth about you, there isn’t anything he won’t do to try to get you out. Even if it means he might have to move up the timeline of his exit strategy earlier than planned.

Follow Me Into the Dark (Dean Winchester) - Tragedy has struck in your life, quickly and without warning, leaving you completely devastated. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Dean Winchester rolls into town and he and his brother are starting to ask questions. Questions that you are not prepared to answer though you have a question of your own: just what the hell is Dean doing darkening your doorstep again?

i need your hand but i don't want to burn it (Beau Arlen) - You receive a phone call letting you know a family member has passed. The news rocks your world, especially when you find yourself flying back home for the services, returning to a place you’d rather forget. As your best friend, Beau is trying to be there for you but you’re determined to go it alone. But since you’ve known him, when has Beau Arlen ever not had your back?

i want better for you...what's better for you than me? (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Your heart is broken and you’re currently going through a divorce that didn’t have to happen. Will you give Jensen the chance to explain everything that came about from that one night in Rome when you weren’t there?

Nothing But Killing Time (Alec McDowell) - Manticore has recaptured you and this time, you've been assigned a breeding partner. From the moment you meet, it's evident that neither you nor X5-494 have anything in mind other than a means of escape. Can you two come up with a plan together to break out and reclaim your freedom? Or will Manticore come between you and shatter the fragile trust you've built?

Their Silent Thunder Matches Mine (Beau x Cassie) - After a night of drinking and her walls coming down, Cassie makes a decision that could have repercussions on both of her friendships with Beau and Jenny.

You Know What You're Here For (Multiple Pairings - Big Sky) - Sometimes the pace in Helena slows down and when it does, other things can happen. (aka I came in and smutted up the place in Big Sky) (moved to AO3)

Close Enough (Russell Shaw) - When you’d met the Shaws at the morgue the day before, you thought that had been the end of it and you wouldn’t need to see one Shaw brother in particular again. Little did you know that Colter was about to once again ask for your help and not only would you be forced to see Russell again but things were about to change drastically for the both of you.

Come Pick Up Your Ghosts (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Jensen left a little…something behind on his last visit when he was in town. Something you are urgently asking him to come back and retrieve so you can know peace once more.

Giving In (Character x Reader) - You’ve finally given in to what you’ve wanted all this time but will it be enough?

i won't let you go (CJ Braxton) - When Jen breaks CJ’s heart, though you hadn’t planned on it, her loss quickly becomes your gain and so much more.

Let Me In Or Let It Drown (Rebecca Jessel) - A missing moment between Rebecca and Peter once Viola’s spell was broken and all of the souls at Bly Manor are free (moved to AO3)

Let Me Set Your World on Fire (Michael!Dean) - While on a hunt, you all get stuck in an abandoned cabin in the woods due to a snowstorm that comes out of nowhere. It’s cold as hell (Cas’ fact checking not withstanding) and both you and Dean are trying to fight off the icy temperatures. When Cas offers his coat to Dean, in usual Michael fashion, the archangel offers you something bigger and more to his liking than a simple article of clothing to keep you warm.

Moving Forward Little By Little (Bobby Reyes) - You knew you shouldn’t have let him in that first night he showed up with alcohol in hand to talk about Jamie. But you had and now your partner never fails to show up at your door. The bad thing is, you don’t really want him to stop though you know you should.

Off Limits (Russell Shaw) - When Reenie sends you to assist Colter with whatever he needs after getting arrested for breaking into a morgue in Virginia, you meet his older brother Russell for the first time. There’s some flirting and definitely a mutual attraction there before you Colter sends you off. Little do you know at the time that Colter has warned Russell that you’re off limits and that Russell has no intention of listening to said warning.

So Close (Russell Shaw) - You meet Colter and Russell at the morgue to help them gain access. Had you known how this was really going to go, you might have pushed Colter’s call to voicemail.

Something Like This (CJ Braxton) - A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don’t have anywhere you need to be except right here, snuggled up with CJ.

Something Real (Soldier Boy) - You had offered him the chance for something the two of you could build, something real, if he gave up the suit for good.

Thankful (Soldier Boy) - It’s Father’s Day again and you have an extra special present for Ben this time around.

where all the dreamers go (Beau x Cassie) - When Beau asked Cassie to speak with him outside alone for a minute, she had no idea just where that conversation would lead and what she would be agreeing to.

You Didn't See That Coming (Pietro x Wanda) - Wanda had never known pain like thia. After everything she and Pietro had endured, why did this have to happen?

you taught me the courage of stars (Dean x Castiel) - (15x18 AU) When Chuck snaps his fingers, Dean figures that’s it. Everything they had worked hard to avoid, everything they had fought for, everyone they had lost along the way, Sam, Jack, Cas – this is the end. They had lost. Or had they?

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Alec McDowell) - You’re looking for a way to set yourself up and blend in after breaking out of Manticore. Having heard the rumors, you seek out Max for help. In doing so, you come across someone you had never thought you’d see again.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Anael) - Anael calls you to pick her up after she leaves Cas back at the Emporium. Having just come off of a rough hunt, you’re really not that inclined to be at the angel’s beck and call.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Beau Arlen) - He put you with Hoyt and Tonya. For the day. What the hell had he been thinking?

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (CJ Braxton) - You had only meant to call once, remaining anonymous while feeling out the whole helpline thing for yourself. Now, you talk to CJ every Friday night around the same time. When you don’t call one Friday, CJ is worried and comes looking for you which presents its own host of problems.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Jason Teague) - When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason’s not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Jenny Hoyt) - You decide to ground Jenny for the day and as expected, she’s pissed…or is she?

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Rachel Gatina) - Rachel, who has never spoken to you before, approaches you to ask for a favor. Despite what Bevin said, Rachel decides that she has to gauge this whole “being into girls” thing properly. And she’s picked you to help her with that. …Lucky you.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (SDV Leah) - Leah tells you she wants a baby…a month after you’ve been married.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Soldier Boy) - You’re pissed that he put himself at risk yet again.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Tom Hanniger) - You went to visit Tom in the mines for a little Valentine’s Day fun. Who knew that one decision would lead to everything that’s happened? Will you be able to help Tom or will he be lost to you forever?

"I took care of that asshole for you." "I don't like the sound of that." (Soldier Boy) - When Ben mentions something to you in the middle of battle, your attempt at a little levity turns the conversation in a direction that probably would have been better kept off of Comms during a mission.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Heartbreak (Beau x Cassie) - Jenny is witness to the first Christmas Beau is in Montana and spends at Cassie’s

Kiss Me Again (Beau x Cassie) - where trying to sneak around isn’t necessarily Beau and Cassie’s strong suit as they come to find out

Masks (Dean x Castiel) - where the Winchesters are attempting to get lunch during the pandemic & Jack finally works up the courage to ask for a dog

Nerves (Beau x Cassie) - where Beau’s nerves are making themselves known & Cassie decides to intervene

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Anael) - Anael is not happy that you’ve agreed to help the Winchesters with their far-fetched plan to destroy Chuck via Jack. She reluctantly accompanies you to the Bunker and this sets events in motion that prompt a conversation between you and Dean on just why the angel is so important to you.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Beau Arlen) - Your house is broken into one night when Beau wasn’t home and now you find yourself expecting it to happen again at any moment. Will you ever feel safe in your home again?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Dean Winchester) - When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can’t accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. …But is he really gone?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Jason Teague) - Jason has just helped you escape the clutches of his nefarious mother. Where will you go from here now that you know the truth?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Jenny Hoyt) - When Jenny is attacked, you couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. You do what you can to reassure her that her mother will be found while you sit with her, waiting for the doctor.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (SDV Alex) - Alex sees something through your window one night and it scares him silly. You have to explain to him that it’s pretty normal out here on the farm and there is nothing to fear. …Well, you were pretty sure there wasn’t, anyway.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Soldier Boy) - You’re tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Tom Hanniger) - Tom has taken you hostage. This is not the Tom you knew and fell in love with. Unable to escape, can you get him to trust you and maybe even reach him?

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jake Gray) - When you go with Jake to visit his mom, you encounter a young woman who inexplicably sets you on edge and has you sticking that much closer to the boy who has your heart.

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Jensen says something at a con that initially bothers you that prompts a conversation where you admit that there are certain parts of his job that you could easily do without, not sure how that’s going to impact your friendship moving forward.

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Soldier Boy) - Hughie and everyone don’t understand what you see in Soldier Boy but they also haven’t seen what you’ve seen: Ben.

when were you going to tell me (Dean Winchester) - After finding out you concealed something from him on a hunt, Dean is not happy with you and he definitely does not appreciate your attempts at humor on the subject.

why are you wearing my sweater (because it smells like you) (Bella x Jacob) - where Jacob gets ready to meet Bella at a bonfire the Pack is hosting and can’t find his hoodie

"You're safe now. I'm here." (Russell Shaw) Part 1 - You've been taken hostage and Russell is part of the unit sent in to retrieve you.

"You're safe now. I'm here." (SDV Leah) - When Leah rushes into the house one night and starts fortifying the door, you immediately try to find out what has her so scared.

"You're safe now. I'm here." (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy has been on a ton of dangerous missions in his time, fought a lot of battles, but never did he imagine he would be undertaking the one you had just tasked him with. Shit.

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3x07 - After Dell (Beau x Cassie) - where Cassie finds out just how worried Beau was when he saw how close Dell had been to her

A Prize Unlike Any Other (SDV Leah) - You may not have gotten the Golden Pumpkin but that’s alright, you got a different prize altogether.

At the Boot Heel (Beau x Cassie) - where Beau and Cassie have a moment (alternate scene from Thunder universe)

no one's the new me (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy is the OG Supe. You goad him into proving it and get more than you bargained for…or did you?

where is she? (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy only has one thought in mind when Homelander wakes him up: you.

Where Were You On Our Wedding Day (SDV Leah) - You decide to go mining the morning of your wedding and Leah is not happy about it.

Upcoming project for multiple characters

every king needs a queen (Soldier Boy) - Homelander makes you an offer that you are all too happy to refuse

You Win, Jake (Bella x Jacob) - Scene post-BD where Jacob and Bella compare war stories, playing a game of who wins the supernatural like they used to when comparing life skills for ages

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literary-illuminati · 27 days

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2024 Book Review #43 – Witch King by Martha Wells

Last Hugo (novel) nomination of the year! And I actually read them all before worldcon for once. (Maybe I should actually buy a supporter ticket and vote next year.) Unlike most of the other nominees, I walked into this one with pretty firm pre-existing expectations – I am an absolutely massive fan of Wells’ Murderbot books and so have a generally quite high opinion of her, but I have heard rather mixed things about the book from friends who’ve read it before me (some very positive, others quite harsh). Unfortunately, I mostly have to side with the negative appraisals here.

Well, ‘negative’. The book was fine. If it had been a hugo nominee last year it probably would have been in my top three (happily, in 2024 the competition is much, much tougher). So most of this review is going to come across as very hostile, but to be clear I read the thing in four days or so, it was never offensively bad or anything. It’s just its flaws are most of what seems interesting to talk about as I sit down and think about it.

The book follows Kai, a demon prince left stranded wearing a human body after the passage between the mortal and demon worlds is sealed off. The story begins with him being woken after being imprisoned in an ancient tomb for nearly a year, and jumps between the present day (where he is escaping imprisonment and investigating what happened and etc) and about a generation previously, where he is a key part of the beginning of the rebellion which overthrew the Hierarch's empire and created the world which now seems threatened.

My biggest issue with the story, I think, is that it felt unfinished. Both in the sense that it could have used a sharp editing pass on cutting some fat, and that it only felt like the first third or so of a story. The past timeline is basically the first act (if not the prologue) of a traditional epic fantasy story, while the present day storyline ends in a complete anticlimax, and in any event turns out to be a sideshow to and cleanup of the real actually important plot that had all occurred offscreen before Kai was captured. In both cases there were many scenes where when reading them I was left wondering why this was what the book was spending precious, finite wordcount on.

The comparison I’d draw isn’t Wells’ murderbot books, or even really any traditionally published books at all – it’s serial fiction. When an author is publishing chapters week-to-week, you naturally end up with many scenes that exist because they were easy or fun to write, and the author needed to build themselves up a buffer while they figured out where the story was actually going. Which is frankly just a necessary fact of life in that medium, but far less understandable when you are trying to fit a complete, compelling narrative into 400 pages. I wouldn’t otherwise care about the sheer number of words dedicate to describing seemingly every supporting character’s outfits or the architecture of random hillforts, but as I saw the amount of book left shrink they did start to grate (I would have found the drawn-out-yet-tensionless action scenes annoying regardless).

Which is all very irksome, because there is a very compelling story there – the immortal companion to the heroic rebel, helping him overthrow a cruel empire and establish a new, peaceful and liberated order, only to grow increasingly disillusioned as he watches his friends son try to cement his grip on power and create a new empire in all but name. Pathos, intrigue, meaty character drama! It’s all there! And it just all happens off screen and entirely between the two stories, for some inexplicable reason.

So leaving aside plot, there’s the setting. The book goes out of its way to draw the readers attention to it, with epigraphs at the beginning of chapters lecturing on some bit of sociology or history, and lots of exposition within the main text. There’s a half dozen different cultures and ethnicities with their own naming conventions, political systems, and styles of dress. It’s clearly presented as something impressive – and it just all feels very surface level?

And okay, I am someone who reads an essay series on the economics of premodern wheat agriculture for fun, my expectations in this realm are atypical and probably unreasonable. But, like – this is ostensibly a setting without elves or dwarves or any non-human races besides demons. But the Hierarch’s empire only makes sense if they’re just literally orcs. Crossing an ocean to conquer a new continent seemingly just so you can massacre and depopulate it is not really normal human behaviour! It’s not like they were colonists settling the land, either – it’s explicitly mentioned that much of the continent is just a desolate waste. I kept waiting for some dark wizard ritual or eldritch scheme to explain the why here, but despite repeatedly teasing some secret about their homeland, this wasn’t something the narrative was actually interested in.

The nations of the Rising World Coalition aren’t really as load-bearing to the plot, but still – the idea that there was this whole state system of premodern principalities and republics that had no institutional memory of war kind of beggars belief, and I’m left slightly annoyed that there was a implication-laden conversation about witches being so profoundly weird that they had no renegades because ‘there was nothing to rebel against’ despite clearly having institutional lineages and elders, which was absolutely never followed up on. But all that is admittedly picking out quite tiny nits.

Of more significance is the fact that the societies and politics of the world feel like set dressing for the actions of the dozen or so people who are powerful and Important enough to actually matter, with everyone else helpless against their influence. This is the issue with having a book that wants to be about the importance of doing politics and forging alliances and convincing people of a better way forward, but which has no interest in actually showing what goes into any of that onscreen – so you end up with a prince whose just supernaturally charismatic and persuasive, and a demon who reveals that they already won at court intrigue five years before the story began.

Character interactions are a big part of the real meat of the story, and I leave them for last because I actually do have some nice things to say here. The jumping between past and present letting you see how the relationships begun back then developed and ended up panning out makes everyone’s dynamics very fun (even if doing that you probably could have been a bit less obvious about the foreshadowing in the past too. Bickering reluctant allies to lovers is a fine plot, but if you’ve already revealed they’re going to end up married you don’t need to signpost it so obviously in every single scene they have together in the past too).

By far the most compelling relationship to me was actually the one between the imperial agent who ends up tagging along and helping in the present (who was several decades from being born in the past timeline) and Kai. In large part because there was a real sense of ambiguity and tension there, and subtext that wasn’t instantly dragged up into the foreground.

Anyway, yeah, I probably went into this with expectations too high – but oh boy does it not live up to muderbot.

#book review #witch king #martha wells #sff #hugo nom

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kakairu-rocks · 5 months

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Hey guys! The KakaIru Maze Challenge is back; and Kakashi & Iruka need your help again, navigating though the dark, endless tunnels, and getting past all the obstacles!

They're still planning the details with Tsunade, so you can't sign up just yet; but they have prepared an outline of the mission based on their last journey through one of these mysterious mazes that randomly appeared in Konoha!

Mission Details:

You will be given a maze that has Kakashi at the beginning, and Iruka at the end. The goal will be for you to help Kakashi find his way to Iruka. To do this, you must figure out the path to reach him. But there’s a catch...

Scattered throughout the maze will be different symbols, which mark a trap or other danger that Kakashi has to face to continue on. Each symbol represents a different prompt, which will be listed in a key below the maze; and the only way Kakashi can get past is for you to make a creation for the prompt that is blocking him.

Once you have finished creating something for all the prompts along the path, Kakashi will reunite with Iruka, and you will have completed the challenge!

Guidelines:

If there are multiple paths on your maze, you can choose whichever route you like to get to Iruka, even if it’s the long way around!

You do not have to draw the path you’ve decided to take, you only have to create something for the prompts you come across along it.

You can make creations for as many prompts as you like, but you must get all the prompts along the path to Iruka to win the challenge.

Minimum requirements: 100 words for fics, completed sketch for art.

Chapter fics don’t need to be complete to count!

Creations will be accepted in any language!

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Rules:

All content must be created for this event – old/ recycled work will not be allowed.

This is a KakaIru event, so all works must be endgame KakaIru.

Triggering, sensitive & NSFW content must be tagged appropriately. If it isn’t, we will not share it.

Timeline:

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More information will be announced as Kakashi & Iruka finalise the details!

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bad day

words: 1,766 ship: austin butler x reader summary: ( @benhardysbaby5 requested) “soft!austin + hurt/comfort’ notes: definitely hope it provides a bit of comfort sweetheart! enjoy :) thanks for the request. (masterlist is here, request page is here) warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted, @rairaielv

It’s just one of those days.

You confuse two Fridays so when you wake up, you assume Austin will be there, but he’s out all day with his agent going over the nuts and bolts of a new film, obligations and the like. You stretch your arm across the cold sheets, searching for him, groaning when you come up empty. Pressing your face into his pillow, you breathe him in and fall back asleep. Which would be fine, except you don’t hear your alarm go off and you’re late to a brunch with your aunt.

A brunch in which you thought you’d have Austin to take some of the heat off yourself because your aunt is kinda nasty. It’s all passive aggressive, low-key kind of commentary about what you’re doing with your life and how your brother is already married, has one kid and is in the process of buying a new home. Your brother is slightly older than you are and has had his life mapped out since he was a teen, who cares if you’re still figuring things out? You’ve got time.

Then, if that’s not bad enough, you’re playing phone tag with your boyfriend. You know he’s busy and you don’t fault him for that, especially since he’ll be home tonight. It’s just, when you’re having a rough day, sometimes just hearing his voice is enough to completely turn it back around. Seems like that luck just isn’t in your favor.

Especially when things continue to go wrong—nothing catastrophic, nothing that’d ruin a typical person’s day. But when you’re already feeling tender from a terrible brunch out with your aunt, and missing your boyfriend, it just starts piling up. You went to buy some groceries to make Austin dinner, but the straps on the bag you brought broke when you had glass jars inside. They shattered on the floor, the only good thing is that Whole Foods employees were taking it easy on you, letting you switch things out, no mess, no fuss.

When you get back to your apartment, your cat has decided she wants to be a bitch today and shred one of the blankets on your couch, you catch your finger in the sliding glass door to your balcony replacing some succulents that have committed plant-a-cide, and your email pings with a notification that the birthday present you ordered Austin is on backorder.

You find yourself in the kitchen taking a deep breath and making yourself another cup of coffee (probably not the best for your nerves, but it’s often a comfort drink for you), “Keep it together,” You tell yourself, shaking your head lightly, “Just a bad day, not a bad life.”

It’s a mantra that sounds corny within itself but you can’t be about to cry just because the universe has decided to make you a punching bag today. Your feelings are valid, your frustration understandable but…it’s just one day, just one blip in your timeline, tomorrow will be better.

Straightening your shoulders, you steel yourself by grounding your feet into the kitchen floor. You’re gonna start over. You glance at the time and according to the last text you got from Austin, he should be home in about two hours. Perfect amount of time to make dinner, get your mind off the no-good-day.

Your mom taught you how to make this easy chicken parm dish that you can bake in the oven, so you set out to do just that. For a while, you fall into the simplicity of working with your hands, going through the motions of putting food together. You get the chicken in the oven, the pasta boiling on the stove—and then your phone rings.

It’s your aunt and God, you know better than to answer, and yet for some reason you swipe open and time completely disappears into a vortex. She wants to schedule another lunch or dinner with you and Austin, and you…unfortunately know what that means, asking unnecessary and ridiculous questions about your futures. The only thing that could complete the shame circle would be if your brother were to join with his perfect family.

There are plenty holidays set aside for that drama, you’re not about to let your aunt rope you into that—despite how many good intentions she might have.

A breath of relief leaves your mouth as you hear the front door open and you quickly end the call to greet your boyfriend. That’s cut far too short, however, when you hear the smoke alarm begin to blare in the kitchen. Your eyes widen, cutting the corner short and speeding towards the oven…

The oven which is now smoking as you turn it off, attempting to pull the chicken out. You forgot to turn the timer on when your aunt called. The noodles look like they’re about to hold a mutiny too, practically boiling over on the stove. Austin slips in behind you, reaching for the smoke alarm on the ceiling as he stands on a chair and you let out a slight yelp in the chaos as you set down the hot tray of chicken on the stove and graze the side of your hand.

“Fuck,” You snap, pulling your hand close as everything settles, your heartbeat thudding in your ears.

“Quite a welcome home,” Austin teases, sliding off his jean jacket, a soft black t-shirt underneath. He runs a hand through his hair as he puts down the smoke detector on the counter.

He reaches for your hand, gently turning it over in his grasp just to make sure the burn isn’t too bad but that’s not even the bulk of your concentration right now. You shake your head, staring at the blackened chicken with flares of annoyance and anger because…can’t one thing just go right today?

Your aunt really had to ruin two meals?

“Though this really pales in comparison to the time that you accidently set that oven mitt on fire, you remember that?”

And you realize that’s supposed to be a joke, you know you’re not the best set of hands in the kitchen, but you think the food you can make is at least decent. You’re a much better baker, ironically, just a tiny bit accident prone on today of all days. You turn a little and let out a sharp laugh because…the instance that Austin is mentioning was, in fact, a lot worse than this but…

With the combination of everything that’s added up throughout the day, the joke lands like a slap to the face. Your features scrunch up as your eyes sting with tears and you attempt to hide the reaction from Austin by lifting your hand up to run along the side of your face. But he knows you, can sense the emotion a mile away, your lower lip wobbling as you attempt to just leave the kitchen because…at this point it’s just embarrassing.

“Hey,” Austin gently clasps your elbow, tugging you closer, “Oh hey,” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your back, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth as he folds you into his chest. “M’sorry.”

You shake your head, tears fully flowing down your cheeks as you press your face into his shoulder. A jagged sob leaves your lips, arms slipping around his waist and squeezing like a lifeline,

“It’s n-not you,” You choke out, Austin shushing gently as he runs his fingers through your hair, “Just a bad day.”

You’re thankful that Austin doesn’t ask you to elaborate, just simply stands there in the kitchen and holds you, his hands working circles into your back and shoulders, occasionally slipping through your hair. You just let yourself cry, wind down, it helps—the feeling of his body against your own, firm and warm, the scent of his cologne and skin, the way he presses kisses into your hair until you’re visibly calmer.

Only then does he pull back, a soft smile on his face as he cups your cheek. He runs his thumb along your cheekbone, another kiss planted to your forehead. Sniffling, you wipe your hand along your other cheek before shaking your head,

“I’m sorry—can’t believe I just cried over the smoke alarm.”

Austin chuckles lightly, shrugging his one shoulder, “Least it wasn’t an oven mitt.”

You let out a wet laugh, though something completely more genuine, moving to press a kiss to his lips. He hums lightly, his arms once again winding around your waist, keeping you close. You pull back after a moment, resting your forehead along his nose and mouth, taking in a soft breath in which you’ve felt the calmest all day.

“Let me worry about dinner,” Austin offers, pulling back and motioning towards the living room. “Go curl up on the couch.”

You begin to shake your head, “No, you’ve been out working all day with your agent, all I did was a have a string of bad luck,” You smile a little, curling your hair around your ear, “Let me finish this.”

Austin shakes his head, pressing his hand along your lower back until you begin moving out of the kitchen. With a slightly dramatic eyeroll, but definitely touched at the sentiment, you walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. Posting yourself up in one of the corners, you wrap a blanket around yourself and watch as Austin saves dinner.

It really is hard to put into words how much in love with him you are.

Austin manages to salvage dinner and once that’s over with, you’re pretty sure you’ve changed from a solid into a liquid, practically melting into the corner of the couch. He puts a load of dishes into the dishwasher and comes into the living room with a cup of mint tea, passing the mug over to you. A soft hum leaves your lips, wrapping your hands around the heated ceramic. You take a soft breath in, Austin settling his arm along the back of the couch and your shoulders.

He presses a few circles into your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “You want to tell me about your bad day?”

A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth, moving slightly to steal another kiss. Your legs rest on his lap, his other hand slipping down to clasp your thigh, “What bad day?”

Austin smiles, licking his lips as he cups your cheek and kisses you again.

Bad days definitely have the capability of turning right around when you’re with him.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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divinityandfanfics · 3 months

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“ Love is the Most Twisted Curse ”

DIVINITY

a/n: megumi’s turn ehehehehehe

blurb: “reader is dating megumi fushiguro, who is close friends with itadori yuji. fushiguro and yuji get assigned on a mission, where everything goes downhill.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: FUSHIGURO MEGUMI , ITADORI YUJI

WARNINGS: love potion used , permanent love potion , angst , mentions of murder

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X READER (no?)

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X YUJI ITADORI (not really)

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☆ established relationship

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you and megumi fushiguro; a silent, calm, and strong male are dating.

you both put immense effort into the relationship, for example, where the next date will be, spending time with each other while not being a bother to his missions,

all of those.

his father figure─ the one who technically raised him─ satoru gojo, is very supportive of you two.

you aren’t really a jujutsu sorcerer, but you can see curses!

after each mission, megumi always excuses himself to go over to your house.

he just loves spending time with you, and he will never forget a single date you assigned.

whenever he’s on a small mission to kill like- for example, a grade 3 cursed spirit or low-grade cursed spirits in general, he summons the divine dogs to guard your house.

since, he isn’t going to be wasting that much cursed energy on this mission anyway.

he’s quite literally the perfect boyfriend.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

and you found out about his friends, yuji itadori and nobara kugisaki!

you and the two airheads get along well. especially nobara because of the fact that you both love shopping.

they’re apparently the first-year trio.

nobara’s the oldest, and yuji’s the youngest.

you wave goodbye to the three, since they all just got called for a big mission to deal with a grade 1 cursed spirit.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

during the fight, megumi uses nue, the owl, to stun the curse, and, because the cursed spirit didn’t use its weapon yet, megumi is on high alert.

same as for the other two, who were trying their best to exorcise it.

megumi summons the divine dogs to slash an arm so kugisaki can use her strawdoll technique to stun it for a second so yuji can take a hit.

...

however, before the dogs can even come out, megumi was hit with a glass jar, and the little bits of glass broke everywhere, releasing pinkish gas.

“fushiguro! you alright?” he heard the pink-haired male yell.

kugisaki takes care of the cursed spirit, exorcising it before rushing over to megumi.

yuji was already on megumi’s side, while kugisaki was still running over to them.

megumi opens his heavy eyes, gazing around, and eventually locking eyes with yuji.

yuji realizes that megumi has hearts in his eyes.

and so, yuji looks at kugisaki with a terrified look, and she also looks at yuji, to megumi.

she also seems surprised, looking down.

“fushiguro.. we gotta get you to miss ieiri! i-i’m sure it’s just a temporary love potion, right, kugisaki!?” yuji says desperately.

“i hope..” kugisaki answers.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

kugisaki and yuji were outside of the room megumi was in, hoping shoko can somehow undo the cursed technique of that cursed spirit.

soon enough, the door opens and yuji jumps up in anticipation.

“h-how is he, miss ieiri!?” yuji asks, and kugisaki stands up abruptly as well.

“well..” she starts, before stopping.

...

“it’s.. a permanent love potion. it was a gas-like figure in which he inhaled, meaning.. the effects are in his veins, atoms even. it’s like inhaling oxygen.” shoko announces.

the two are in shock, eyes widened.

“he’d have to die in order for that cursed technique to go away.” she says with a frown.

“b-but.. m-miss ieiri! what about his girlfriend!? ( y/n )!” kugisaki yells.

shoko shakes her head, “i’m sorry. i can’t do anything about it. otherwise we’d have to kill him for it.”

the two fell silent, just nodding their head.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

tomorrow morning, you wonder why megumi didn’t come home yet, and so you jump out of bed, walking downstairs.

as you were preparing coffee, the doorbell rang.

“oh, it must be megumi.” you mutter tiredly.

you open the door, met with yuji and kugisaki.

“oh, hello. where’s megumi?” you ask.

“well..” yuji sighs.

“he got hit with a love potion that made him fall inlove with itadori, and.. it is now in his cells. we can’t get it out unless he’s killed.” kugisaki explains.

your eyes widen, the sleep was shredded and forced out of you as you look at them, dumbfounded.

your eyes start to tear up, looking down at the ground.

“we- we know this is a lot for you.. but we’re sorry..” kugisaki pats your back, and you shake your head.

“no, no. i- i understand.. being a jujutsu sorcerer means that.. things like this happen normally..” you cry out.

“i atleast enjoyed the time i had with- megumi..”

the two looked at you with visible pity in their eyes.

kugisaki hugged you, thanking you for understanding.

“atleast he was- sob, willing to be in a relationship with me, even if he knew the consequences..” you said again, pulling away from kugisaki.

“say ‘thank you’ to him for me, will you..? i’ll send a letter to him afterwards..” you smile.

they nodded, thanking you for understanding.

soon they left, and you closed your door.

maybe if curses didn’t exist, maybe if he wasn’t a jujutsu sorcerer, you two would’ve been at home, chuckling at cheesy jokes or watching a movie.

maybe in your next life, you’ll travel the world to find him again and actually have a chance to marry him.

“this was rushed so i’m sorry if it’s not that good!” - divinity

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zo3mess · 4 months

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This Is Not A Love Story

Summary: Adrian visits the grave of an "old friend" and tries to come to terms with her death. They say time heals all wounds; does it count even to those who caused them?

Warnings: Dead dove, do not eat. Angst, death of fem!character (not necessarily a reader), strangulation, violence, religious themes, pre-canon timeline

Italics are past events/memories

Word count: 2.8K

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Note: Just to be clear I don’t see Adrian acting like that, however his overall character has the potential for these kinds of stories. After all, he canonically enjoys killing criminals and called himself and Peacemaker “Born killers” (only killing bad guys, usually, unless there’s a mistake), plus he’s obsessive and impulsive. Also I cried while writing this at some point (blame it on my period) so with all due respect I hope this will make you miserable at least a little.

Thank you all who support my work and I’m sorry if this was a bit too much. Have a great day, loves <3

It had started as a love story.

That is what Adrian is sure of. The only memory he truly trusts, sitting in his mind and reminding him of the time, all those years back. It started as a pure and innocent crush. The intertwining of two grieving souls in the graveyard.

The same graveyard he is walking to now. Feet are heavy, knees threatening to give up under him, shaking hand grasping two white lilies. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this scared.

This place always brought some sort of weird comfort to him. It brought peace whenever he visited the grave of his family. Solace of not being the only one drowning in grief and sadness. Now? A place of sheer horror and guilt.

The truth is he has no idea why he’s walking to the place that haunts him in sleep, for some reason today feels right to dig up skeletons from the closet.

Adrian was standing above his family’s grave, candle already burning, fresh flowers decorating the sad grey tombstone, however, his attention was somewhere else. A girl, around his age, sitting down next to the newer grave not too far from him.

She was talking and even though he could not hear her, sadness was visible on her face. Her perfect face, cheeks all red from the cold autumn wind that was also messing her hair in the most flawless way.

A little smile appeared with one-sided farewell when she was leaving. But the silhouette would not leave Adrian’s mind for a while.

His mind carried another lovely memory of her standing so elegantly under the black umbrella in heavy rain. A few stray raindrops shimmered on her skin and dropped on her coat. Hair stuck to her face and wet eyelashes completed the soft look. He found out she was talking to the grave of her father. They must have been very close.

Each time Adrian saw her smiling more and more, dealing with the death of her close relative, he was more certain she was an angel on Earth, a holy figure sent to torture him with her charm. Perfect. Untouchable.

If only she looked behind her to see Adrian standing next to his family’s grave and thought the same about him. So close, yet so far. If only she would listen to his hasty love confessions and sweet words. He would have been on his knees the second she asked, he would grovel in dirt for one smile just for him.

Legs carry him mindlessly, a habit of his late visits to bring fresh flowers and dust off Chase’s grave located far away from the entrance. Burly willow throwing cooling shade on the final resting place.

Adrian tried to go there many times before, but he was not able to stay for long. A ghost of the poor girl was haunting the place. Even now he can see her figure float around the majestic tree, a place where she died.

He isn’t sure if the specter is just his mind playing tricks on him and not letting him forget his heinous act or if she was, in fact, a real ghost haunting him for what he did. Either way it worked. Since that night he tries to be better, to do good, albeit in his own twisted way, but he tries to become the person she deserved to meet all those years back.

The lump in his throat is so unpleasant, his head starts to hurt and ringing in his ears gets louder. Is that another trick from his body to remind him he shouldn’t be here or is there something supernatural about it? Adrian is basically vibrating out of his skin and his hands are destroying stems of perfectly picked flowers with their tight hold. Until…

Silence.

Everything falls quiet when he arrives at the crest of her grave. Tombstone from light marble, a plenty of bouquets playing in all colors and plush toys all around. How ironic of a grave to be so lively.

His simple white lilies suddenly look like nothing, but he must lay them down between the rest. She deserves them and all the other flowers in the world, as well as stars and anything else she would have thought of. If only he could bring her all those things.

Between tributes, rose petals and burned-out candles there lays a photo in frame with engraved words ‘We miss you’. And no matter how hard Adrian tries not to cry, his throat starts to burn and eyes swell upon seeing her smiling among her friends on the picture.

He isn’t one of them, he never was and never would have been. The fact he is just standing there and sniffling above the grave of someone he snatched away was outrageous. He shouldn't have come there.

But after all, if the girl hasn’t come to the cemetery when she shouldn’t have, maybe it would be different.

Adrian started to leave notes on the grave of her father, it was with good intention, but could be easily interpreted as something menacing. He knew firsthand how dangerous people can be and all he wanted for her was to be safe and sound. So why not remind her of few tips to keep herself protected?

Notes like: ‘Don’t forget to look your backdoors’ or ‘check the backseat of your car’. He saw them as simple warnings, what he didn’t see was the reaction she had to them. Sudden notes sticked to the grave, messy handwriting, almost weekly occurrence, it all freaked her out and sent child down her spine, but she didn’t want to stop coming to the grave of dear parent despite being sure someone was watching her.

And few days before New Year’s Adrian heard his girl talk to her dead father again, promising she will visit him two days after the celebration of New Year. Two days. It gave Adrian the kick he needed to actually walk out of his home and watch the fireworks as he walked to the cemetery that fateful night.

Smell of gunpowder and smoke filled his lungs when he stood above the grave of girl’s father in the dark. He was preparing to plaster another note on the tombstone, but the tape kept latching on his gloves. All too focused on his task he didn’t notice the soft crunching of snow that got closer and closer.

“So it’s you who keeps bothering me!” A yelp made Adrian stop what he was doing in surprise. And the source? His beautiful angel. All pampered up in a nice dress, on her way to New Year’s party, but unexpected sadness made her stop there on her way to celebrations.

She shouldn’t be here. She wasn’t supposed to be here… Was all he could think of. “I can explain-“

“I’m calling the police. You’ve been stalking me for weeks!” She didn’t even let him finish before flipping out her phone and dialing number with her already cold fingers.

Adrian took step closer to her on instinct, but she immediately took a step back to keep the distance with a warning look, her finger just hovering over the call icon. He slowly inched closer again, his hands up in defense, he already knew he lost her when she took another two steps back.

They kept dancing around each other with caution until she tripped over one of the graves nearby, making her topple to the ground. Adrian moved quickly to catch her, but failed miserably and fell on top of her. Or more like launched at her.

“Get off me, you freak!” She screamed in fear, making their ears ring. A stranger that possibly stalked her was suddenly pinning her to the ground while her phone drowned in the snow out of her reach, of course she was afraid.

Freak. She saw him as a freak, but it still could be undone, no? Adrian could still explain his weird behavior and the sudden ambush. She just needed to calm down and stop screaming. Oh God, she needed to stop screaming before someone might have noticed hem.

Terror in her eyes made his heart skip, she shouldn’t be afraid of him, of course not. His hands cupped her cheeks, the scratchy material of his gloves made her shiver even more. Adrian just wanted to calm her down, make her look into his eyes shining in the darkness of the dawn so she could see he had no bad intentions.

At least he thought he didn’t have any bad intentions.

She wriggled underneath him, desperate to run away. Couldn’t his love see that all of this was just a misunderstanding? That they were made for each other?

He had no idea why he did what he did then. He just knew she needed to be quiet. Hands sliding down her face to her lovely neck. Fingers stretching around it so perfectly. Flickering eyes, dilated pupils, following the movement. He could feel her windpipe already struggling to take in the much-needed oxygen.

She did not even scream anymore, only quiet sobs filled the night air. Eyes puffy and red, pleading for mercy. Something he could not grant her, too busy being drunk on power.

Grip tightening…

Tightening…

What happened next was a blur. Not a single reasonable thought. Heat of the moment clouding mind and body.

And yet, certain details etched in his memory; how fast his heart was beating, the buzzing of blood coursing through her neck under his fingers, smaller hands scratching onto him, gurgling sounds and most importantly her eyes…

Fading light as the hope dropped, as life left her with one last breath.

His grip loosened the second realization hit him what he’d done, and sheer panic took hold, paralyzing him on the spot.

He wanted to be a part of her life, the same as she would be part of his. Never in a million years he wanted to take her life. But his twisted mind was filled with brutish greed, the urge to take and never give back.

And he did. He took away the wings from his angel. Becoming the very predator he warned her about.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Raspy voice makes Adrian twitch in surprise. An older lady appears next to him like a ghost. “Old friend?”

“You could say that.” Calling himself a friend was more than cruel. He wishes he was a friend, not a stranger with uncontrollable impulses. A friend she would spend the celebrations with. She could have danced the night away with him, cooled his heated face with a cold glass full of whiskey, and maybe even given a New Year’s kiss for good luck.

He wishes he wasn’t so stupid and walked away when he had the chance. But the recklessness and certain buried predatory instincts were stronger than any logic.

“She was such a kind girl. Always helped me with groceries, fed my cats while I was gone…” Her voice dies at the end as grief overcomes her once again. Her quiet sniffling makes Adrian look at her. Understanding of the situation getting clearer. His hands took away not just a girl visiting the graveyard. She had a life, a job, a family, friends. He took that all away.

All that was left were eerie reminders afterward. An empty coffee mug sitting in the sink with the imprint of her lipstick still sticky, an unmade bed hopelessly waiting for the owner to fall into the soft sheets, an abandoned work project open on her computer at work, a barista in a café expecting the regular customer that orders Americano with two sugars.

“Would you believe they never found her killer? Whoever did this should rot in Hell.” The spite in the old lady’s voice is close to unbearable to Adrian’s ears, but deep down he knows it’s right.

“Yeah, they should.” He can’t say more or less. He should suffer, he wishes he would suffer more for her death. Because the punishment never came except for his own remorse.

Days after Adrian rotted in bed, shielded from the world, patiently waiting for the police to knock on his door. They never came for him.

Every hour, every minute he kept checking the news about the hideous murder. Poor girl never lived long enough to see the fireworks firing at midnight.

Tears were streaming down his face and wetting the sheets, skin on his arms was scratched from attempts to punish himself for what he did. Oh, and those thoughts swimming in his head and voices screaming and accusing him. The feeling of emptiness deepened with the realization of slight pleasure. Certain good feelings rose in him when he held her neck, the feeling of power, it disgusted him even more now it was over.

Part of him wanted to walk to the police precinct and give himself up, the fear controlling the other part was stronger. He was no better than any criminal he beats up under the veil of darknesst, what had he become? Secretly he hoped for a death late at night, he would gladly let the ghost of the girl come and strangle him in return. Her cold hands and deadly stare would be more than welcome. But ghosts don’t come back for revenge, so he just waited… Penance never arrived.

What’s the use of wielding the swords of justice, when you’re unable to execute the verdict when time calls?

Seconds, minutes pass as he stands between the graves, completely ignoring everything around him, just staring on the grave as sun beams bounce of all the glass candles and laminated photos of better times.

But there’s still one last stop before he can leave and never come back ever again, or at least until he’s brave enough to face actions of his past.

The chapel… Still as brightly as he remembers and still fear infusing and scary.

The air is still soaked with mold and the age of wooden benches. All cold and unpersonal. No one is there except for an old man sitting in the front, muttering prayers under his breath that are echoing through the big hall.

Adrian sits at the very back, as close as he can to the exit so he can sprint off the second his mind shows him the painful memory. He left her there, right by the altar in the middle and he is sure he will be reminded of it by his own brain. It’s like part of him wants to push him around while the other is screaming for help. He never thought of himself as schizophrenic or to have split personality, but this is quite close to madness.

Adrian couldn’t leave her laying in coldness of the snow. Maybe she just fell into a shock and some warmth would wake her up, right?

He dragged her body all the way to the small building, imitating a chapel. Stale air and dark corners accompanied his course. Deep down he knew it was too late to save her, but the panic seeping through him pushed him to try to wake her up. He called her name, stroked her cheeks before lightly slapping them, shook her body, all with no avail.

His warm tears dripping down on her lifeless stare, even though there was no light behind her eyes, they were shooting daggers right through him. Calling out his true nature. The monster in his soul.

Sparks from fireworks outside lightened the room from time to time, making the stained glass shine and flicker. The window pictured Pietà, Virgin Mary cradling the body of Jesus Christ. She lost her loved one to the hands of jealousy and chase for power and riches.

And under them, under the holy picture, was Adrian cradling the cold body of his loved one. But unlike the sacred picture above, they weren’t holy, there was no story of greatness to come, this was just a tragedy. And not every loss is the same.

Then he just left her there. Fragile body leaning against the altar, dead eyes staring ahead of her, watching Adrian leave through the heavy wooden doors.

Leaving her alone forever.

Leaving her until morning when early birds already come begging for forgiveness for the sins of the celebratory night. Until half drunken people find themselves in front of a dead body in the chapel and with piercing scream they alert everyone else to come and see the gruesome sight of the warm morning that melted snow and bared secrets.

It’s a strong déjà vu for Adrian. He walks in the same steps through the corridor of the chapel, out and under the early spring sun, back to his car. Where he just sits and stares to space. Everything is still so painful, it stings his heart.

Maybe in another life it ended all differently. In alternative reality they got their happy ending and lived happily ever after, or at least an ending where she continued to live her life without ever meeting Adrian.

There’s still hope he will be forgiven. By God, by the world, by her, by the soul chained to him as a painful reminder. But not now.

He knows he doesn’t deserve it yet.

#adrian chase #vigilante #vigilante imagine #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase angst #vigilante angst #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader

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cosmiclion · 1 year

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If you thought I couldn't outdo myself more with the fluff for this AU then you haven't seen my true power yet 😈

I don't know if I got OCiel's bangs right but, realistically speaking, human hair never stays in the same place, that's how physics works so whatever lmao.

Anyway, trying to write a Black Butler AU with some fluff where Sebastian and Ciel have a parent-child like relationship WHILE keeping them in-character (Sebas more than Ciel tbh) and still basing it on canon material but making changes and making said changes make sense requires a bit of work ngl.

I mean, I know it's just a project I'm doing for fun and technically there's nothing stopping me from going nuts and making them completely OOC and disregarding canon at all, but I feel then it'd become a separate story with new, original characters who simply happen to be inspired by Kuro (which is also okay, and who knows, maybe in the future I'll repurpose the whole thing to create my own Kuro-inspired original story, even if I don't think I'll ever fully lose interest in Kuro, this cursed series has me in a chokehold lmao). Full ramble under the cut.

Sebastian is the hardest one to write, though I think I'm finally more or less figuring it out. I didn’t want to write him as suddenly learning to love the way humans do thanks to the power of cute children or something, as it just didn't feel natural (or I couldn't personally make it feel natural, I know other people have managed to write that concept very well). What I have so far is that when he does act nurturing he’s simply imitating the behavior of human parents he has observed, but he doesn’t love the kid the same way humans do because he literally doesn’t have that ability. BUT that doesn’t mean he feels nothing at all and that it doesn’t mean anything to Ciel, after all this weird creature is the one who saved his life and raised him with care and patience. The closest comparison I can think of is the relationship between people and “unusual” pets like reptiles, amphibians, insects, etc. We know they can’t love us the way other people (or even other mammals) would but that doesn’t make our bond any less significant! Some bits of canon material also come in handy here, for example I based the fact that familiar Sebas finds Ciel adorable as a kitten on the canon fact that he likes squishing his cheeks because they remind him of a cat's paws 😂 Just know he's an awkward demon who doesn't know how to human but is doing his best 🥺

I think in Ciel’s case I have more freedom since he is, after all, human, and a human’s personality is strongly shaped by their environment and life experiences. Like, what exactly counts as making a character OOC? Sure, I can agree that in a fanwork set in the exact same universe with the exact same events as in canon there’s some things a character would never say or do, but I think AUs were created as a way to explore what-if scenarios. What if this character had been raised by different people? What if they had grown up in a different place? What if this or that event hadn’t happened or had gone differently? Tbh I think it’s just fun to explore endless possibilities, it’s maybe a form of character analysis in some way. And if we think about it, canonverse Ciel was originally sweet, shy and affectionate, and if he’s the complete opposite now it’s only because he went through an utterly horrific and traumatic event that forced him to grow up before his time and toughen himself up because it left him with little to no support system, on top of having to be hyper vigilant because the only thing that "saved" him from that is a literal demon who wants his soul and is haunting him.

So I just wanted to create this alternative timeline where maybe things aren’t as terrible, or they start out as terrible but then some good things come from the most unexpected sources. Ciel is five years younger and thus has more time to process everything and try to heal as he grows up. Sebas isn’t entirely a bastard and willingly does nice things for the child, even if he still doesn’t understand human needs, and while he stills views him as a potential meal (at least at the beginning) he's actually respectful. There’s another demon who understands humans all too well and is happy to lend a hand. His friends and the relatives he has left are more involved in his life. So Ciel more or less has a support system now, albeit a weird dysfunctional one, and doesn’t entirely lose his sweetness (also like... he's 5/6 at the beginning of the story, we really can't expect a preschooler to be an edgy emo who craves violence and revenge ☠️). I imagine he grows up to be just as calculating and cunning as canonverse Ciel, maybe even just as ruthless in his job because it’s a requirement, and is still pretty much a little shit, but this Ciel is not as cold and undemonstrative. He’s still very much an introvert who prefers to be left alone, but he smiles (as in genuinely smile) more often and it’s a little easier for him to express emotions and feelings (more through actions than words, but still meaningful). Hell he may allow himself to be playful and silly sometimes if he’s in the moment.

And if it wasn’t clear from the picture, little Ciel ADORES Sebastian. Sure he's (understandably) a bit skittish around him at first, but once they bond he comes to fully view him as a parental figure. Yes, he's hurt, sad and traumatized, but he's still a resilient little kid, and with enough kindness Sebas can coax his old self to come out of his shell, and until the kid becomes more independent they're like a mama duck and her lil duckling. Their constant banter and bickering when he's older is more a teens being teens thing than anything.

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JASON TODD & DUKE THOMAS (generalized canon)

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“A Word Of Warning” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader) and (Duke Thomas & Platonic!Reader)

| The Bats clock you as a known associate of The Red Hood and Signal ends up tracking you down for some answers.

| SFW, Jason isn’t apart of the Bat Clan, Caribbean-American!reader(just a bit; for the plot)

| This’s technically based off of a story I’m working on but because of where I have it placed in the timeline this idea with Duke (who’s who I thought of originally for it) wouldn’t really fit because Duke wouldn’t be old enough yet so yeah. (picture source: new talent showcase #1 comic)

| 4k+ words

Beg. NOTES: This is the first time I’ve ever written either Duke or Antagonist Red Hood (as opposed to just Jason or Red Hood making nice) so bare with me I’m still figuring them out, especially Duke. Also I am going to quit this app if it keeps deleted my shit, omfg.

Other notions notwithstanding you’re of the opinion Gotham looks its best right before sunset. The city’s ever present shadows coming out of hiding to climb up the horizon and take over the sun were incredibly fitting considering who kept vigil of the place. And you loved the way the weaker heat felt against your skin on cooler days like this one before you blended into the lack of light that came at nightfall.

There was just something to be said about two forces so intrinsic to the universe meeting. Of light breeze and dwindling blaze. Of sitting near the edge of a roof, feet almost dangling over the side of too dangerous, and taking it all in.

Of the blaring of cars in the late rush of the oncoming evening and the way the air shifts just a little to your left. Natural flow blocked by some anomaly. Out of place but easy enough to overlook. Too bad to whichever cape’s appeared that you’ve been listening out for that particular party trick for the last half a year. Although it admittedly wasn’t something you worried about during the day.

“Let me guess? Hands in the air?”

“Hell no,” a voice scoffs. “I’m just here as a concerned party. If I were some cop I wouldn’t’ve even let you talk before I had you in cuffs. Knee in your back too probably.”

A shrug of your shoulder is a decent enough answer in your book. You don’t feel like adding to the list of vigilantes you regularly interact with - more acceptable than the police though they were. Not even a little.

“No disrespect, but get to the point. We both know you didn’t start lurking on me just cause.”

He kisses his teeth, you can’t tell whether it’s out of irritation or not.

“Fine. I found you out. A crime lord? Really?”

There it is. You turn to him then, immediately caught up by how bright his costume is even against Gotham’s sun. Everything in the city was just a little askew and the way the sun beat down on y’all was no exception, but he somehow came across brighter.

He’s particolored yellow against the dark gothic backgrounds of your old-as-sin apartment complex, not hiding in the shadows or completely out in the open, but a third secret option: managing to be swallowed by them without trying regardless. The leftover light in the sky doing nothing to thwart how well he’s hidden. Like a moth to the dark he still manages to blur just at the corner of your vision, dark tendrils crawling up his form and sinking near seamlessly into his suit; clashing colors ombreing and turning parts of it flaxon.

“I wasn’t aware you were my keeper.”

The idea of craning your head any longer isn’t exactly appealing, and it’s not as if you’d be able to do anything if he tried something, so you look back out over the city eyes narrowing when he speaks.

“Hood might keep a close eye on the Narrows, and I might even appreciate it sometimes, but over here is still my territory.”

“Right,” you grunt. That wasn’t exactly the answer you were gearing up for. You’d expected something along the lines of his ‘boss’ having sent him. “Well what gave me away then?”

“We knew you had to have been from North considering Hood’s change in visiting pattern was only half an inch outside of the Alley, but me?” He steps out of the shadows and looking at him makes your eyes burn even without him using his powers. Bright colors in Gotham should be damn outlawed. “Hoodie and mask or not. There’s only three women with that accent in the Narrows, Y/n. I checked for multi citizenship from areas with Caribbean dialects, then found your mom, which led me to you since she was too old to be messing with the Red Hood.”

“Fuck,” you curse in a rush, gaping at the escaping light in the sky.

“Yeah, you should really work on masking that.”

“Shit.” You had thought you were. “I made sure I was yanking the whole time, there's no way. You must’ve followed me home or something.”

“Bet.”

That’s all he says. No follow up proposal, no fluffing up his sentence to cover for being called out, nothing. Just a cocky upturn of one corner of his mouth and that self assured silence.

“…Fuck.”

“Yeah.” He slips down to your left, sitting beside you, before frowning some and pushing himself back a foot. He turns to you with that same expression, “You just had to wait on the roof, didn’t you?”

Irritation burns hot up your throat - nobody told his bright ass to come up here with you - but you still turn to raise your brows at him. Wasn’t that the ‘bat way’? Rarely have you ever seen the people Jason frequently goes up against anywhere else but perched on high or crashing through the air at top speeds.

Signal only shakes his head, however, grumbling something under his breath.

Eventually he just sighs, “Forget it. Point is I found you cause it’s hard for you to get rid of how you elongate your a’s. It’s a super distinct ‘ah’ sound if you know what to look for and I just so happen to know. Don’t worry though, I haven’t told Batman yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yes, yet. I might not be the oldest hero on the block but I know bad decisions when I see them.”

“Make your fair share, have you?”

Your murmur comes out more defensive than you want. First he was telling you you couldn’t hide your accent for shit - despite having practiced extensively with Hood - and now he was telling you The Batman wanted in your business. Fuck indeed.

Would you go to jail for being associated with a known criminal? Does dating a killer count as accessory to every one of his crimes? Can you believably argue ignorance of his actions? These really do feel like questions you should’ve asked beforehand.

There’s the distinct impression he’s rolling his eyes under that visor when Signal responds next.

“Hilarious, but this isn’t about me. It’s about whether you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he laughs a little when you scowl. “I’m just saying. You're not the Bonnie to his Clyde - or whatever cutesy metaphor you wanna use - you haven’t done anything offensable. It's not too late you can’t get out.”

You scoff quietly and go back to watching the night’s hues slowly swallowing the day's light whole. “Who says I want out?” It’s pretty the way the colors swirl. Like a fight.

“Why wouldn’t you?” He looks away from you frowning, marring what you can see of his face, before holding his hand up. “No wait, don’t answer that, just hear me out. I get it - wanting to help - I really do and I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't support it. But if you don’t know what you’re about, leave while you still can. This superhero thing gets less about creed and more about survival the further you get sucked into it and once the rest of the Bats are onto you that’s it.”

Oh that would definitely be ‘it’, but not tonight. Tapping the screen of your otherwise forgotten phone shows the thirty six minutes of time you've got before seven o'clock to get to where Hood asked you to meet near the city hall district.

“I’m sorry, do you have something better to do than listen to me trying to save your life?”

You grimace lightly, “Listen, I appreciate the concern but if you're not going to do anything but tell me shit I already know I’m just- gonna go.”

“Alright, I know a cape tracking you down ain’t fun but come on-” he cuts himself off so fast his teeth audibly clink together then all at once he’s standing again.

You tense yourself, breath catching in your throat, and roll around so you can see where he’s facing. There’s a second where nothing meets you but the cresting shadows and bronze lighting desperately spreading its fingers over gravel. It’s quiet save for the swooping breeze then Signal twitches. It’s like a chill has gone through his body, like something tugged on wrong when somebody’s hand is in your hair.

An ice struck down your spine type of grimace that has you cringing in sympathy.

Just as Signal steps fully in front of you the shadows around the concrete bulkhead a few feet away stretch outward before materializing into something person shaped. Signal shivers again like he can feel the elasticity.

“Narrows! Funny seeing you here,” a harsh mechanized voice sounds. Dark tactical gear slowly becomes discernible from the shade as the person moves closer until that telltale flash of red greets you both.

Your breath un-catches and you breathe out harshly through your nose, clambering to your feet. He was ten minutes too early and miles away from the southeast side.

“Not really, considering I live here and all, but whatever.”

In response the guy takes another step closer. Signil’s hand twitches but he doesn’t move for the eskrima you all know is at his back.

“Right, well, I don’t really appreciate people messing with my informants.”

“I’d suggest not meeting them so out in the open then,” he gives a blight shrug.

The newest rooftop occupant shakes his head with a low chuckle.

“I wasn’t. You guys are just nosy and -uh- what am I forgetting?” He snaps his fingers, somehow managing to make it sound incredibly obnoxious. “Oh, that’s right! I was also in civies. What’s next, you guys gonna bombard the owner of the bodega I shop at too?”

“I wasn’t bombarding her. I was passing on a message.”

Hood nods and his voice reverberates in a low growl through the modulator when he hums. “Mmm, okay well. Y/n?”

“Message received,” you brush some roof gravel from your clothes still trying to decide how you feel about him coming to your ‘rescue’ like this.

“Well you heard the lady, Narrows. See ya later.”

“Listen man, I’m not trying to fight if I don’t have to, but do you really think this’s a good idea?”

“You know what, Signal? I like you so I’ll keep that noted, but you tell Daddy Bats if he forces the issue it’ll officially become my business. Now kindly fuck off, the sun’s setting.”

There’s a pause where the two of them just stare one another down and then Signal crosses his arms, feet planted.

“If I don’t?”

“Wow,” Jason groans, head falling into his hands for a beat before he looks back up. The blank face of the helmet doesn’t give anything away but the way he lets his body slump, hands falling to his sides, is telling enough. As much as you like Signal you kinda agree. “How does he put up with you?”

The vigilante shrugs, “He couldn’t stop me if he wanted; better to just get in the passenger’s seat.”

“Poetic,” he scoffs. “Alright, let me put it this way. You're a smart kid, you know nothing’ll happen if she’s seen with some unknown white guy but what about when people catch on that Batman’s interested in her? What then?”

It takes a second, and Signal doesn’t uncross his arms, but his shoulders lower and he shifts his weight to one side.

“Us poking around is more dangerous for her than your civilian identity, I got it.” He huffs. You can see his grimace even from behind. “But that doesn’t mean I got to trust her with you.”

“Wrong.” Jason rises back to his full height with a shake of his head. “This isn’t up for debate. She’s not going anywhere.”

You jerk forward, walking a few steps in front of Signal so you can stand to the side of him while still being seen by both males, scowl taking over your features.

“She - if anybody’s curious - does still possess the ability to make her own decisions. I know what I’m doing, I don’t need a babysitter.”

Signal turns to you with the most dubious head tilt. “You’re sure you know what you're doing?”

You cross your arms, “Fuck you, I’m figuring it out.”

A beat goes by of everyone collectively doing their best impression of a gaggle of directionless mimes before Signal groans.

“Say I believe you. How exactly do you expect me to keep Batman off of your tail when he figures your identity out?”

When Hood laughs it’s so hard the responder crackles in and out of clarity. He waves Signal off. “I’ll deal with him, don’t sweat it.”

The way Signal’s pressing his weight forward says for all the world that he would very much like to sweat it, but he still sighs anyway, dropping his arms to unclip his grapple. He looks to you for a second time.

“You’ll tell me if anything happens?”

The response you give is mostly shrug.

“Sure, Kid, whatever, you’ll be the first one I call,” you throw out while glaring in the general direction of Jason’s eyes. In any case, Signal being added to the list was better than Batman.

The diurnal bat accepts your words with a small smile, shoots Jason what you can only assume to be a warning look, and then hooks his grapple line and eases himself over the side of your apartment with a mock salute your way.

“And don’t follow me like that again!” you lean over to clock where he’s zooming down the building, not straying far from its ancient brick handholds at all, to call out to the vigilante’s retreating form. Mostly though the words are for Jason who’s managed to tuck himself back near the shadows, setting sun washing over him from behind and making him look a lot like a red dahlia set ablaze.

Somehow a minute later, even high as you are, the faint sounds of a high powered engine revving meets your ears. You ignore the part of you that perks up at the idea of being able to poke at Signal’s tricked out motorcycle in favor of swinging your unimpressed look firmly where it belongs.

“Did you hear me good?” With the other gone you allow yourself to turn to Jason headlong, brow raising.

The sound of the motorcycle bursting from wherever it’d been hidden, and something like an elated whoop coming from Signal as he drives to switch shifts with the rest of the clan, overlaps your pointed silence.

Jason shifts his weight forward.

“Y/n-”

“Nope. No,” you parry, moving closer. “What happened to ‘meet at city hall’?”

“You weren’t moving,” he throws out while pushing off the concrete to intercept you. His hands glide up your arms till he can grasp onto your forearms and turn you around, hold more cradle than control as he guides you to the wall.

You let him do it but the furrow in your brows doesn’t budge. The mask, red and frustratingly unyielding, does much the same with far less effort.

“Now how,” you click your tongue. “Did you know that?”

The second your back brushes along the wall he stops responding, helmet tipping this way and that.

“He didn’t come anywhere near touching me,” you roll your eyes. “Did you put a tracker on me?”

Jason shrugs, doesn’t bother answering you in any direction.

“What were you two getting all yuppy about?”

The corner of your mouth twitches downward and you don’t bother fixing it.

“Hood,” you ground out, body a tense obstruction as you get in his face enough he can’t keep up his examination.

In turn Jason doesn’t give an inch but the sound that comes out of the modulator is harsh, likely just a heavy sigh, but your fists ball regardless; too keyed up to parse out the difference.

“Your find my phone app works perfectly fine.”

“Oh,” you shift your gaze away from glowing eyes to look at the moon overlapping some of the last remnants of the sun's rays, features evening out. He waits until you slump back into the wall to speak next.

“You done?”

Lips pursed you give into that deadpan tone with a tiny shrug.

“Yeah I’m done.”

A beat or five goes by, you’re not sure cause you’re not watching, before he sighs shoulders coming in and out of your peripheral.

“C'mon Slick,” Jason intones quietly. He reaches to the back of the helmet and releases the catch. His brows are practically furrowed over his domino when you’re finally able to get a good look at him and he tucks the helmet into his side, pointing at you with his free hand. “I’m just watching out for you. You have got to keep yourself outta trouble.”

“Please I would hardly count that as ‘trouble’,” you push his hand away and slip off around him to walk to the roof access door. “And you told them I was your informant, really?”

You don’t react to the ‘oh my god’ he breathes out behind you but you do let the door close in his face when you walk into the stairwell.

It’s petty but the name of the game currently seems to be how petty can you get so at least you aren’t breaking any rules.

You've already made it halfway to the hallway entrance when Jason flings the heavy metal open with a low curse. “Would you rather the alternative?”

“I would rather a partner who trusts me.”

The door slams shut and the only thing lighting the way is the sickly colored lights, the palest possible imitation of the now sleeping sun, and the scarcely lit red EXIT hanging above the top landing. None of that manages to hinder how open Jason's body language has become or stop you from reading the hurt from him when you chance a second long glance backward.

“I do trust you- just not against a cape. Not right now.”

“Hmph.” You don’t stop or turn around but you slow your gait so you’re not thundering down the steps anymore. “But not never?”

“Evidently,” he grunts, coming down the stairs in that oddly silent way that doesn’t even make the air being displaced under his feet echo. “Now what the hell’s got you so up in arms?”

“There’s nothing ‘up’ with me.” The hall door opens by your hand a sliver of the way before one of Jason’s hands clasps over yours on the lever and forces it back into place. It makes you jump, he hadn’t sounded so close.

The click of the latch bolt sounds suspiciously final. You puff out a light breath. It hits the door in one streamlined wave of nerves. In the meantime Jason’s body presses along the length of your back like he belongs there; it’s so natural. You shiver and relax your hand on the handle. Allow it to slip off with his own when he lets go.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working on this shit? Talk to me, will you?”

Rocking back on your heels to mold into his warmth you close your eyes, head falling onto his chest.

“If I don’t?”

He matches your whisper with one of his own, words nearly coiling around you with his delivery.

“If there’s zero stubborn people in the world then you’re dead, Y/n. We both know I can’t make you do fuck all.”

“Hmm,” you scoff quietly. “If there’s no stubborn people left you’d have to be dead too, you know?”

“I don’t think I’d mind being dead with you too much,” Jason says while knocking your heads lightly together. It makes you snort and you turn around with another sigh to face him.

“Corny ass,” you say. Jason shrugs.

“For you, yeah.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh at the smile that tugs at his lips. “When did we trade places?”

“Beats the hell outta me,” he steps in front of the nothing you’re staring at so you’ll stop avoiding his gaze. “Now talk.”

You track the bend of his mouth. The easy smile that’s only now - finally, after a year - becoming real and you fold faster than a snapped leg in an interrogation.

“The tracking scares me,” you let out in a rush.

He tenses, that grin disappears, and you want to swallow your words back.

“We can cut the tracker-”

“Nah that’s not what I meant. I don’t…mind it when it’s you. I know what you’re doing with the information, but…” you swallow, looking over then up at the door.

Out of the corner of your eye the thin line of his lips turns into a grimace and then a sneer.

“But Batman,” he grunts and you nod, humorless laugh falling past plush lips.

“Yeah, the fucking Batman - and I know you’ve got me and I’m not gonna harp on it cause I don’t wanna stimulate the little hate boner you’ve got for the man - but this is…a lot.”

Jason bites the inside of his cheek and you watch him stew over what you’ve just said. His forehead creases and his brows raise and his frown somehow gets deeper and then he inhales.

“It’s not too late for you to get out.”

His jaw clenches like he’s just tasted something unappealing but won’t admit it and you raise a brow.

“Huh. You know Signal said the same thing?”

It takes a beat before he can pry his mouth open.

“Did he?”

His voice is too soft like you’re about to tell him someone died and it makes your heart rattle.

“Yup,” you say, voice still hushed.

“And?”

You feel the exact second your gazes meet. Feel so intricately the way watercolor blue meets copper brown as if it was a physical thing. The domino over his eyes does nothing to mask that natural intensity.

A deep breath.

“And I’m in this until it blows up in my face, consequences be damned, if the Bat’s not willing to put in the effort then I will. We deserve that much.”

“The Alley does,” he concedes slowly, “but that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice yourself for it.”

You’d thought you’d known longing before Jason Todd but watching him now you know with certainty the man wears it better than you ever could. A fitting but unflattering cloak. Effective in hiding against the moon and her subjects alike.

“Neither do you.”

He glances away. You can tell because your breaths get clearer. The rush of being known flushed from your system.

Jason laughs once, more a grunt than anything. “Let’s not get into that.”

“Fine,” you shrug. “I'm just saying though. I don’t have to do everything - and I’m not going to. That self sacrificing shit is your deal not mine - but I’m still a part of this. I’m straight, okay? I don’t need you getting me out.”

“Alright,” he hums and indicates the door with his chin. “Go inside, I'll meet you in a minute.”

You’re tired, you want to be done, so you were moving before he was even mid sentence. You’d come directly from work to the roof so-. Right. The roof. Your bed would have to wait for a couple more minutes.

You stop and turn back to face him. “What about city hall?”

He waves you off with a blithe movement.

“Eh, it’s not so time sensitive we can’t put it off for one day. Now go. I gotta contact my guys, but I’ll cook tonight.”

“Oh will you?” you joke, holding out your arms in surrender and making to back out of the stairway. You’re reaching around to grasp at the handle when he starts forward with a tiny stumble and gets a hold around your waist.

“Hold on. I - ah -” his licks his lips, “I wanna kiss you.”

“Oh,” you giggle, gaze flicking momentarily down to slick lips. “Sure.”

The both of you stall on what to do for a second. His grip is loose and your hands flutter between his face and shoulders - too scared to land and too eager to touch all at once. Eventually though Jason scoffs at himself and gives you an encouraging squeeze that has you melting, and it doesn’t seem all that challenging anymore.

You laugh into the kiss he gives you, settling on having one hand cupping his jaw and the other wrapped around his bicep. The momentum of your lips is smoother this go round. Your teeth still clink together but there’s no awkward stop-start to figure out how to angle your heads or not bump noses.

When you pull apart it’s genuine disappointment that tugs at your chest that you can’t meet his eyes.

“Bye,” he murmurs.

You shake your head. “In a minute...”

The urge for another shorter kiss has you meeting again and Jason’s hands pull you closer like he’s trying to push you into the gaps of his ribcage and his mouth moves against yours with the severity of a promise. This time when you seperate the tug seems harsher. You think he feels it too with the way his breath stutters but he recovers faster. Gets in an extra squeeze at your sides before letting go. You try not to make the disappointment that flares at that noticeable.

“Bye,” you say. It doesn’t matter that he’ll be crawling through your window in less than thirty minutes, you peck him on the lips one more time anyway before dropping your hands and disappearing out into the hall. “And tell Oyoung to give me back my damn mini. I know she took it; how’s she just gonna steal a whole taser like that?”

Jason’s snort at your words follows you into brighter lighting - more reminiscent of the moon’s cool unwavering roundness than the sun's sharp edges - and the short trek back to your apartment feels weightless.

End.NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Alt Paragraph: “Bye,” you say. It doesn’t matter that he’ll be crawling through your window in less than thirty minutes, you peck him on the lips one more time anyway before dropping your hands and disappearing out into the hall. “And tell Oyoung to give me back my damn curl enhancer. I know she took it; how’s she just gonna steal a whole jar?”

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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Bucky and Steve's Excellent Adventure by blue_beans I Chapters: 48/48 I Completed Post-Avengers: Endgame Bucky Barnes is very suicidal for a good chunk of this, Sentient Infinity Stones, Fix-It fic, Action/Adventure, Time Travel, slow burn

Six months ago, Steve set out on a final mission to return the infinity stones to their proper timelines, and returned a minute later having lived out a life of peace and contentment with Peggy Carter in the past. He died in his sleep a few days later, surrounded by his friends. Or so Bucky assumes. He wouldn't know, he'd been busy being locked up on the Raft while the government decided whether or not to pardon him for the whole Winter Soldier thing. What with the court-mandated therapy and the constant surveillance by alphabet agencies and the crushing weight of his past, he's not sure if giving him a chance at "normal life" is more cruel than the alternative. But he's doing fine. Great, actually, so don't ask. He didn't have a nightmare. Especially not that strangely disturbing one about Steve... *** AKA I wanted to write the reverse time-heist and I'm still salty about Endgame. This is the result.

Seasons of War by eretria I Chapters 11/11 I Completed Friends to Lovers, World War II, war horrors, Dark

Chasing Bucky, always a step behind, Steve remembers the cycle of seasons that took him from the raw and naive young man to the Captain America who led the Howling Commandos into hell and, except for Bucky, out again. As his memories center on Bucky, one question haunts him: Is the Bucky he knew in the war the same one he knew before?

ampersand by kaydeefalls I Chapters 1/1 I one shot World War II, Friends to Lovers, the Winter Soldier started long before Bucky fell from the train

They've been steveandbucky since they were kids, but that ignores the parts of their lives that don't wrap around each other, that never did. (Bucky needs to figure out who he is, just him, with or without Steve.)

In Vain by kireteiru I Chapters 1/1 I one shot James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers(unrequited), Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Endgame, All hurt no comfort, not a fix it :(

"Nothing of the heart remains, Even if we could've stayed, We've been here long enough, Long enough to know it's all in vain. Everything we tried to say, Up until the final day, I guess we said enough, Said enough to know it's all in vain." _ "In Vain", Within Temptation (Resist) A choice was made, and now the world will bear its consequences.

i'm the furthest thing from heaven, but the closest to home by @buckyismybicycle I Chapters: 6/6 I Completed Guardian Angel Bucky, Identity Reveal, Canon Divergence, Memory Loss

When Steve loses Bucky in Kreischberg, he’s lost the only thing left he cares about. He crashes the Valkyrie into the Arctic, ready to be reunited with his love, but instead, he’s saved by an angel. Except this angel isn’t like the ones he’s read about — no, his angel is armed to the teeth and has wings the colour of blood and night. Yet, there’s something eerily familiar about this angel.

Good God, Let Me Give You My Life by @bellefyre I Chapters 6/6 I Completed Bucky/others, One-Sided Relationship, Non-Consensual Touching, rape, Hydra, Steve/Bucky is Endgame

5+1 meme, five people over the decades who fell in love with the Winter Soldier and died because of him and the one person the Winter Soldier loved and lived because of him.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by @writeonclara I Chapters 6 /6 I Completed funny fic, gift giving, Steve falls for the Winter Soldier before finding out his Identity, Courting, Identity Reveal, Identity Porn, bad ideas

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said. “What,” Natasha said. “What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier. “Steve, no,” Clint groaned. Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

Ready to Comply by @exclamation I Chapters 31/31 I Completed Canon Divergence - Post-CA: The Winter Soldier, Dehumanization, Hurt/Comfort-But Mostly Hurt, Angst, Protective Steve Rogers

The asset's orders at the end of The Winter Soldier weren't to kill Captain America, but to capture him, so that he could be wiped and turned into another asset. The asset has succeeded in that mission, capturing its target and taking him back to the Hydra base. But the Hydra soldiers are dead, captured, or fled, so there is no one there to give the asset new orders. Alone with its captive, the asset has no instructions on how it is meant to act. But the more time it spends with its target, the more old protocols start to assert themselves, like the protocol that when that face is hurt and bleeding, the asset is supposed to clean away the blood.

From Grit to Pearl by @bluesimplicity73 I Chapters 38/38 I Completed Bucky & Rebecca Barnes, Bucky Recovering, Body Horror, BAMF Bucky, BAMF Rebecca Barnes, Angst, AU - Canon Divergence, Hydra

He does not have a name. He has been called many things over the years; a weapon, a ghost, HYDRA’s Fist, the Soldier, and from what they have told him his work has shaped the century. But he does not have a name. His name, like so many other things, has been taken from him, stolen. Forgotten. Until the day it is not, and remembering, he breaks free, killing his handler and making his escape in a desperate bid for freedom. Frightened, lost and hurt, he seeks out the last person in the world he can trust, his baby sister, now an almost eighty-year-old widow, somehow knowing she is the only one who can help him. It is a difficult journey, one filled with pain, tears, and things that should not be possible. But also with recovery and redemption, rebirth and miracles, family and hope. This story is a love letter between Bucky and his sister Rebecca, the world, and eventually his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, the boy he once loved. But ultimately, it is the love letter Bucky writes to himself, as he reclaims who he once was, discovers who he is now, builds a new life for himself and realizes he might, just might, be as strong, as beautiful, as precious as a pearl.

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Til the Sun Goes Down by @scyllaya I Part 1 - 2 I Bucky & Loki, Thor & Loki, Kid Loki

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to memory now I can't recall by @etharei | Chapters: 16/16 I Completed Time Travel, World War II, Memory Loss, Identity Porn, Alien Technology The Good Monster by Taste_is_Sweet | Chapters: 2/2 | Completed Canon Divergence, Transformation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Harm despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by @praximeter | Chapters: 20/20 | Completed Non-Consensual Body Modification, Canon Divergence, Identity Reveal, Drug Withdrawal, Body Horror, identity Porn, American Sign Language The Second Labor by @aidaronan I Chapters: 18/18 I Completed wartime imagery and violence, pre-serum steve, Alternative Timeline, Psychological Torture, Medical Torture, AU - Canon Divergence

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Ipseity by @skyisgray I Part 1-3 I Completed Dissociative Identity Disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Torture

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