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walpu · 1 month

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Hi, it’s me again!! >_<

When I tell you I gobbled that headcannon post up, I went down on two knees and howled /hj

Anyways, do you think you can do some headcannons on Aventurine with Bodyguard! Reader if you have the time? But this time, with a twist :3

See, reader does care for Aven, you truly do, but before that, you were tasked by Everflame mansion and by Duke inferno himself to kill Aventurine. But you can’t bring yourself to, no, not when you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

When reader does become Aven’s bodyguard, you maintain that serious, no nonsense demeanor, but if he looks closely enough, he’ll see the lovestruck puppy hiding under the hardened shell that they’ve put on.

But the guilt catches up. One day, at least a few months after reader’s betrayal to Duke Inferno, you catch sight of an assassin sent to finish the job they couldn’t do. And so, the secret is finally revealed.

Personally, I think Aventurine would be betrayed, like very, how could he not be? He’s always kept people at an arm’s length away, and when he finally lets you in his walls, and starts falling for thier charm, this secret of yours comes out. He fires you almost immediately, but the way he stares after you with misty eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

The next months were absolute hell. Reader found a new job as a barista, and is quite enjoying the quaint and simply life it provides, even if you do miss Aventuirne. He’s probably still seething at you, right?.

Wrong. Because you’ve gone MIA, Aventurine been scouring all over the place, trying so hard to find you. He’s loosing sleep, forgetting to eat, all things that you would chide him about. Aeons, he misses you so much.

And when he does find you, he’s overjoyed, and when the two finally reunite, the first thing you do is to apologize deceiving him. But he forgave your silly ass a long time ago, why else would he have spent the last months trying to find you?

Long story short, it’s a happy ending, Aventurine couldn’t be more grateful he has you to be his bodyguard, his closest confidant, and most importantly, his lover <33

I’m so sorry if I went on a ramble, but this idea’s been plaguing me so bad I literally can’t focus on anything else 😭😭

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWAR TO WRITIG FOR THIS REQUEST SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW IT I ADORE YOUR BODYGUARD!READER x AVEN SERIES btw thank you for sharing the c.ai bot

I feel like the only thing I do with each post is apologize for taking so long but right now I like from work trip to work trip so I'm actually really really sorry this madness should end soon 😭😭😭😭 Hope you'll enjoy this post, it was my goal to finish it before version 2.1

bodyguard/assassin!reader x Aventurine

characters - Aventurine notes- gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, no beta

It was not a fast prosses for the both of to form a genuine connection. Moreover, you know goddamn well you shouldn't get attached to him.

And at first it seems easy, like yeah another rich playboy, no big deal, you've delt with people like him before, right? Right??????????????

Yeah until suddenly he's not just a rich playboy.

The more you notice how deeply lonely and unhappy he is, the more your heart softens towards him. And the more your heart softens, the more he relaxes around you, seeing behind your cold exterior.

He's not used to people caring about him. And yes, of course he knows it's your job but still, for a man who never had a real friend before, he surely can appreciate having someone who not only won't leave him but also will listen to him and look after him.

And the part about you being paid to do it? Oh well. It's the same guy who offers you to use him as you wish and who's greeting line is "I can play a role of a friend :)"

Mf is FRIENDLESS, LONELY and PATHETIC /affectionally

He'll take what he can get okay.

But goddamn. Don't think he doesn't notice how you started going out of your ways to take care of him. How you make him eat, tend to his small injuries ("my, my, you're my bodyguard, not a doctor. perhaps someone wants a raise, hm?~"), how you drag him out of casino or his office when it's too late.

It drives him crazy. It's not beneficial for you, right? The w h y.

He won't ask. Instead he will watch and slowly fold.

You are probably suffering tho lol. You should just kill him already, you've had so many opportunities to end him. Instead you spoon feed him soup because he claims he has a hangover after a night in the casino. And this little brat looks so smug about it too!!!!

Sometimes he feels like it's too good to be true: you being here, taking care of him, looking after him. The line between professional relationship, friendship and... something more is way too blurry already, and he knows it's dangerous but it just feels so good. Too good.

Duke inferno gets tired eventually. He sends someone to remind you of your mission. To remind you who you really work for.

Well, the duke receives a warning of his own. The dead body of his little messenger.

You know, of course, that the Everflame mansion thugs are not easily intimidated. They will be back. So you better warn Aventurine and tell him everything.

You can't keep lying to him, can you?

Well. It's surprisingly not as easy as you thought. After all, even if they will send someone, you'll just protect Aven like you always do, right? He doesn't have to know. Not about your past, not about your original mission. He keeps his secrets too, so why can't you?

You know goddamn well why tho. You know and yet you still can't bring yourself to tell him the truth.

It goes on like that for several months and Aventurine notices that something is clearly off, something is bothering his darling protector. He tries to pry, to tease, to cling, to pester you. Something to make you open up. Or, at least, get distracted. He can't help but feel anxious. Why are you suddenly so reversed? Do you want to leave his side? Does he not pay you enough? Does he bother you too much? It eats him alive while he tries to mask it by pestering you even more. As if to test you. As if to make sure that it's not the case.

All the hell breaks loose one day when you discover that Duke inferno has sent another assassin to finish the job.

I you spare the details but yeah, your secret was unraveled. And it wasn't pretty at all.

You have never seen emotions so vivid on Aven's face. Part of you always wanted to see him more vulnerable, more open with you. But not like this. Not this look of utter betrayal.

He collects himself quick enough, hiding behind the mask of mock disappointment.

"Hm, well, I recall mentioning that treachery is just another tool of the trade. But it seems like our little deal is not paying off for me anymore" he says with a cold chuckle, shaking his head a little. "After all, you have very little to offer outside of your dog-like loyalty. But seems like this dog bit both hands that fed it".

You were expecting him to call for your arrest but instead he just fires you. It hurts nevertheless.

What hurts even more is that look he gives you when you part ways. It's like his pretty eyes are even more lifeless now.

At first he feels this overwhelming emptiness. It truly feels like the fate is mocking him. One time, just one time, he allowed himself to relax around someone. Just this one time, with this one person who took care of him, who listened to him, who looked out for him. And this person was supposed to kill him.

Then his stupid brain finds another way to torture him. He keeps thinking about the way you have always protected him, the way you took the hit even during the last attack, when Duke Inferno's new assassin tried to get to him. You were ready to leave your past life behind to stay by his side, weren't you?

As soon as he realizes it he goes frantic. Of course he tries to find you asap but of course someone as competent as you would be able to disappear without a trace in no time. You were an assassin, after all. A skilled one too, since he never even suspected you.

This connection the two of you had, this realization that you really cared enough to betray your client, all of this makes him realize that he needs you so, so much. He needs to feel this care again, he need to look at you again, to know that you're here by his side.

He misses you so much. Your nagging, your reassurance, your touch. He's like an addict who felt what it feels like to love and beloved in return for the first time and now he can't live without it.

He doesn't eat or sleep properly, his head plagued by the thoughts about you. What if you forgot all about him? What if you're wounded? Where are you even? His fingers itch to trace your face and your scars.

He thinks about how you would scold him for not taking proper care of himself and it makes him miss you even more.

Aven finds you after a few months. It was honestly a coincidence, one of his subordinates saw you in the coffee shop you were working at.

He though that finding you will calm him down but seeing you from afar, looking somewhat peaceful and cozy, having a regular job... it's too much. And what if you really don't need him anymore? Maybe you never did? After all, he's painfully aware that he probably needs you much more than you need him.

And yet, he decides to take this risk. He's a gambler, after all.

"Somehow I'm not surprised you're good even at that. How come you have never made me coffee before, hm?"

You literally freeze on the spot after hearing this familiar voice next to you.

When you finally get to talk, you can see he's really trying to look calm and collected but how can he? His hands are shaky and his voice cracks. It breaks your heart.

He doesn't even let you finish your apology, pressing a finger to your lips.

"Hush, darling. All is forgiven. In fact, I even have an interesting proposal. I'm can be a generous man after all".

He can't fool you. Not with this shaky soft voice. And he knows it as well.

Please hug that fool and kiss him. Swear that you won't ever leave him again. Swear that you want to be by his side. As his bodyguard, as his friend, as something more. So much more. That's all he really need to feel like he's at home.

#if the ending feel abrupt i'm sorry tumblr said i'm writing too much #i had to cut it short #thank you so much for this request!!!#and fuск this app for making me cut my words it's not my fault i'm graphomaniac #hsr #honkai star rail #walp's writing #aventurine #hsr aventurine #reader insert #aventurine x reader

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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Sister

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sister!reader

Summary: No one knew that Kaz had a sister...

Idk why or how I came up with this, but I loved the idea too much not to write

Also third person just fit this one lol, I’m not the biggest fan, but let me know what you guys think

No one knew that Kaz Brekker had a sister, few people even knew about his older brother. But he had: back when he was Kaz Rietveld, the only thing on his mind being whether he could convince Jordie to buy him a hot chocolate, there had been a third Rietveld. Jordie, the eldest, entrusted with his father’s fortune, Kaz, the impressionable, joyful young boy, and Y/N, only a year Kaz’s junior.

When the firepox came, and Kaz succumbed to the fever, she had as well. And when Kaz woke to find Jordie cold beneath his touch, her body had been nowhere in sight. Was she dead, or had she somehow survived? It was easier to assume the former, for Kaz to forge ahead alone in the world. All three Rietveld siblings died then, but only Kaz was reborn, vengeance burning like an inferno in his heart. For Jordie, for Y/N, he would bring Ketterdam to its knees.

Years later, Kaz would learn that she had indeed survived. After the plague had passed, a pair of Ravkan nobles arrived in Ketterdam, offering to take in the orphans the firepox had created. “It was a Ravkan ship that brought it,” they said. “If our country can give these children a life, then we will take them.” She’d been one of the first children taken, adopted by the Duke and Duchess themselves. Y/N had been raised in Ravka: learned their language, their customs, their faith. And when she came of age, she was presented to court, as all the children of nobility were, to make a good marriage.

Y/N had been lucky. She had not only made an advantageous match, but she’d found true love as well. Her new husband doted on her night and day, granting her every wish. And when she wished to discover whether her brothers had survived the Queen’s Lady Plague all those years ago, she discovered her husband had many connections in which to obtain that information.

It hadn’t been easy, but Y/N’s husband had found him. Kaz wasn’t a common name, after all. When he’d received the letter, he’d thought it a joke, but as he read on, he realized the letter contained details that no one but his sister could have known. Kaz, it said. If you’re reading this, then I want you to know that I’m alive. I was adopted and taken to Ravka after the firepox passed. If I’d have known you survived, I would have insisted they take you too. But I had no clue where you were or if you and Jordie had made it.

I want you to know that I’m alive, that I’m safe. Life in Ravka has been good to me; I’m married now! Saints, I think you’d adore my husband, the two of you are exactly the same. At least… how I remember you to be. Please, Kaz, write back to me. Let me know that you’re alive, that you’ve survived, that I haven’t been mourning you for no reason for 15 years. I’m afraid I can’t disclose too much about my life in writing, but if you give a letter to a woman named Lila at the Ravkan embassy, she’ll ensure it gets to me. I love you, brother, time has not changed that. -Y/N.

There had been no last name affixed, no address, so naturally, Kaz’s interest was piqued. For months, he corresponded with her through Lila, learning more about who she was, her life in Ravka, and who she’d married. It interested him not only because the information might be useful one day, but because Y/N was family, she was his sister. Indeed, the information was useful, as Kaz and his Crows had been tasked with a nearly impossible job.

A Shu priest had hired Kaz to steal what she claimed was a relic of Sankt Kho, one that had been taken from the temples of Amhrat Jen decades ago. But, as Nina so aptly pointed out, breaking into the Grand Palace’s religious archives would break at least a dozen Ravkan laws. “We’d be arrested immediately and labeled as heretics as well as criminals. The Apparat himself would try to oversee our executions.”

“I have a way around that,” Kaz had said, but Nina wasn’t convinced. “Do you? I know your tricks Kaz. Those archives are guarded day and night, there’s one way in and one way out, no windows, no secondary escapes. Do you think you can waltz right in and take Sankt Kho’s relic?” “Not quite waltz, but yes.” The Heartrender snarled. “Short of a letter from the Queen of Ravka, there’s no possible way you can get in there alone. Do you have that, Kaz?”

“Actually I do.” Jesper, Inej, and Wylan looked on with disbelief. “All Saints, you can admit defeat, you know? We won’t judge you!” Kaz pulled a letter from his coat and tossed it on the table. It bore the Lantsov seal and the Queen’s signature, and Nina gaped. “And how did you manage to get your hands on this?” Kaz, if there’s ever anything you need, know that I will use the full extent of my powers to help you. I couldn’t help you before, brother, so let me help you now. Of course, if it’s blatant murder, then I’ll have to deny. We can’t have the Queen of Ravka tied up in a homicide, now can we? “Because,” Kaz said, hesitant to reveal this, the ace up his sleeve, his final secret. “She’s my sister.”

#kaz brekker x reader #platonic ship #shadow and bone fanfiction #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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thechibifoxcub · 7 months

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my heart and throat ❤️

Wriothesley x GN!Reader one-shot.

•Warnings: gender neutral reader with a hint of spice. Nothing explicit but still present. Use of nickname(s) such as “pup” but not for Reader!

••••••••••••••••••••••• His fingers hovered over your quivering lips as his legs slotted themselves between your parted thighs. He let one of his hands travel south to you jaw. Gentle yet with an air dominance that only someone like the Duke could possess. The other hand places itself beside your head as the sheets beneath you twisted in his iron-like grasp.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine this moment would become his reality. So many sleepless nights and lingering daydreams of scenarios such as this have plagued his once strong willed mind as of late. Moments like this with you, of all people, trapped below him as your unwavering gaze met with his hazy one were once deemed a mere fantasy in his mind. If he wasn’t so caught in the moment right now he’d pinch himself silly.

“Well now… have anything left to say?” His teeth glimmered in a ghostly hue as the light in his bedroom illuminated his features. Such a subtle glow truly bring out his more rugged, yet handsome features.

As the hand that once cradled your jaw traveled further south, a weak smirk tugged at your lips. Lips that he, himself, wanted oh-so desperately to kiss and devour.

“Is that all you got? Pup??” You teased.

He paused for a moment as his wandering hand froze above your racing pulse. The slight taunt you halfheartedly tossed into the air catching him off guard for a minute. Time seemed to have froze for a moment as he let the words you spoke hang in the air like a frozen snowflake. For a moment you felt as if you had pushed him too far; but, when the soft rumble of a deep chuckle danced between your ears, you felt a sudden pressure against your throat.

“Mouthy thing, aren’t you. Can’t have that now can we? Seems like someone might have to teach you some manners. Especially when it comes to someone above your rank…”

Your breath hitched in your throat as the pressure of his large, calloused hand curved and pressed around your jugular. Panic and the faintest hint of arousal coursed in your veins as you stared into the Duke’s darkening eyes. The once soft glow shifting to something more primal.

Your heart races between your ribs as a sudden idea popped into your mind. A foolish thought- one that you knew could shift the moment entirely. Your hands drifted past his thighs and traveled upwards. Trembling fingers ghosted across his back, then ribs, until finally to Wriothesley’s very own heart. A heart that beats wildly against your roaming hands.

“I like you see you try… pup…”

A cruel smirk pulled at his lips at your provocation. The warmth of your hands pressing against his defined chest stirred something inside him. A new found surge of emotions breaking forth as he used his thighs to spread your already open ones further as he used his weight to press you further into the mattress. Lust and mischief danced in his eyes as his body pressed against yours. The heat radiating against your bodies felt like a sudden inferno despite the still present barrier of both of your clothing.

“Sounds like a challenge sweetheart. And you know me”, he growls as his teeth nipped at your ear, “I’ve never been one to back down from a fight.”

#wriothesley x reader #wriothesley genshin #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gender neautral reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x you #gender neutral insert #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #wriothesley x y/n #genshin

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supernovafeather · 1 year

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Anonymous, But Not For Everyone (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!reader

Content : smut, oral sex (female to male), breeding kink, handjob, angst, fluff.

Summary : you're his whore and he is having an existential crisis, deal with it.

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Softness had started to become the norm for you. As gentle as a silky veil in the breeze dancing with sand, you had to be by the Duke's side. Either by your gaze, gestures or moans, you had to bring peace to his torments. It was the rule, the fundamental one you had to obey if you wanted to be considered as existing in the middle of these harsh yet rich dunes.

Leto hated the idea of owning you like any property on Arrakis, but he did, sometimes with a cruel primitive reminder from his hips whenever he would end up between your thighs. You were not an object but having you so docile and entranced was a formidable way of blowing some steam in this inferno. Hearing your pleased and shaky breath between the creaks of your bed was a blessing after so many hours on this planet haunted by so much golden dust and machines harassing its skin. Your warmth was welcoming, unlike this endless pain preventing life itself from evolving at its full potential. Hypothetically you could even create life, he only needed to let his seed in you after his delightful release in your arms and it would start to grow inside you. Your belly would swollen thanks to his simple sexual need that shouted at him to take you whenever he felt like it.

One day, Leto felt hateful to everyone. He woke up in a horrible mood and didn't plan on resolving it. From the infinite sand scenery to the Harkonnens poisoning his life, he couldn't decide who to blame for his anxiety rising to levels unseen until now. His hazel eyes were turned to the ruthless burning see forming those mountains as far as he could see when he felt your delicate hands rubbing his back.

"My Lord..." You scolded him with a voice barely above a whisper, "please come back to your chambers. You need to take some rest."

Danger was imminent. He could feel it. Something wasn't quite right and your presence couldn't change it. Tensing up even more as you started to embrace his figure shielded by the palace's shadows, Leto was trying to close up to you, unsuccessfully. Even fully clothed he couldn't fully resist to your naked body pressing against his back. He had visited explored your being dozens of times and couldn't get enough of this comfort you would bring to him. His whore as others would could call you brought him more goosebumps than a huge enemy fleet and more joy than the certainty of external peace. His beloved whore.

"Please cover yourself," he mumbled as he examined the tortuous horizons, "even though no one can see us you still need to show some decency."

"You heard me less than two hours ago. Do I sound like a decent woman ?"

"You don't. But this doesn't excuse your lack of decency under some precise circumstances. For example as right now."

Leto closed his eyes as your hands started to wander on the front of his pants, pressing this bit of flesh you loved to take care of. You started to massage it shamelessly and he didn't try to hide it from any potential curious eyes that could be wandering around there.

"Decency is for the weak my dear Duke. You can blame its absence in me but can ignore its absence in you under - as you just said - under some precise circumstances."

"You are a whore." He mumbled as he remained placid despite his tired yet hardening shaft pressing against his pants.

"A whore that loves to take care of you."

That was the thing. You loved it. Himself loved it but knowing that you enjoyed everything he did to you, as dirty as they could be, was enough to make him moan whenever he was taking you. Whatever the angle was, he could picture you moaning his name. His good and lovely and cherishing whore taking care of his well being much better than any experienced servent. A good whore that had brought him so much content just by existing by his side.

He repressed a moan and clenched his teeth, his eyes narrowing at a dune when your hands found this flesh reacting to your mere touch. Your fingers knew where to press, where to rub, where to harass him. As much as he loved his House and heritage, he was only a man.

"Undisciplined," he whispered as you started to apply the same torture as at the start of the night before, "that's what you are."

"But I obeyed everything you told me my Lord."

Oh, you did. How well you did. His eyes closed as you pressed harder against him, your hips rolling against his pants to get some of this pressure your body was asking for, your hands and wrists certainly painful at the pants trapping them. Himself could only close his eyes now that you decided to rub the sensitive and licking tip with the pulp of your fingers.

"Slave of your own desire." He scolded you before moaning slightly with his body falling slightly against yours.

His pants fell down to his ankles and he grinned cockily at the dunes without looking at you standing in front of him then kneeling. The dunes were weirdly hostile but he didn't think much of it as his hands closed on your hair, his mouth opening in a silent "o" as your tongue started its usual marvel.

What was the Emperor planning though ? Yes Leto was moaning like a whore at the debauchery you chose to expose this morning but... still what was the Emperor planning ? And the Fremen could they... could they...

He didn't know why but he wanted to impregnate you, he realized as his eyesight got blurred by your mouth acting so wonderfully around his cock. He wanted to ejaculate in you and watch that belly swollen day after day, coming back from stressful meetings about the universe whereabouts likely to cause his demise. How lovely it would be to feel his heir growing safely inside you, his DNA so serene in your body protecting it.

"You're going to be the death of me." He whispered as he watched the blurry dunes.

Leto was going to die. He knew it, or at least he was convinced of this possibility being serious. How, when, how ? He didn't know, so he chose to let a loud moan out as he closed his eyes, his fingers still grabbing your hair. He wanted to forget that dry sand just as much as he could hear the wet sounds of his tip hitting the back of your throat.

This was not any kind of garden that could dwell his sour thoughts, but at least it was a loophole he loved to get lost into. A whore that would get forgotten throughout time and generations, just as clueless as you were about his new feelings.

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redhead-batgal · 1 year

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can you write more angst with vigilante!reader x jason? thank you so much!

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Jason Todd/ Red Hood

Content: Violence, flashbacks, ~Tragic backstory~, feelings, implications of many kinds, gang lord Jason, yearning, pining and so much angst.

Word Count: 2,812

{P.S. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I didn't know if you wanted a whole new one-shot or for me to continue something else. If this isn't it, let me know and I'll do that as well :)}

\P.P.S Prepare to feel the pain. >:3\

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emotions are complex things, fierce and lasting things that always seemed to rage at the wrong moments. Emotions were tricky far trickier then they seemed, especially since they shifted so fluidly and quickly. Changing from calm coolness to a raging inferno of anger.

It made you question how you were able to become a vigilante in the first place.

It was a calm night, so calm even the comms was quiet. A strange and unnatural occurrence... though it might have to do with Catwoman being spotted and Batman chasing after her.

It was going to be a quiet night, he had said. There's no need for back up. But you had begged. Begged to be let back on patrol, it had been weeks... months actually almost two full months since you had been injured.

Much to your surprise he had agreed. You could come along, but no one else. Tim needed to sleep, Damian and Duke had school tomorrow and Dick really needed to get back to his life in Bludhaven. Cass was off on a ballet trip and a broken leg took away any chance Steph had of even being considered.

So, reluctantly he had allowed you to come back. To come out into the open and cool night air once again. The city was quiet... well quiet for Gotham and you were almost enjoying yourself.

Perched by the Gargoyles- nestled against one actually, you watched as the night life of the city hummed and buzzed. A gentle sound for such a place of violence- it was nice. Peaceful and... calming.

Part of you whispered this new calm had to do with a crime boss rising up. The bane of the underworld, the rumors called him. You would just call him Jay-

No, no you wouldn't... no, you couldn't think about this. About him, it never ended well for you. No, it never, ever did.

Looking down at your hands you could still see the lines- the scars the rope made and the thin reminder of the fire that claimed so many lives dancing up the base of your wrists.

"Do they still hurt when it rains?" A voice asked, a deadly familiar voice.

A laugh escaped you and you replied before you fully realized what was happening, "Only if it's really pouring."

Just as the words left your lips, you found yourself freeze as the realization hit you. Only one person knew about that joke, and only one person had that voice. That heartbreakingly comforting voice that still haunted your nightmares.

Looking up you found a man, a man in a red helmet and strange looking armor with a peculiar red bat symbol across his chest. A brown leather jacket clung to his arms as he crouched near you.

Your mouth was a gap as your mask clad eyes began to water and for a brief moment you heard an alarm of sorts going off from the comms. Frantic voices cracked over the line before it finally fell into the staticky sound of snow.

Swallowing, your body flinched slamming against the gargoyle which shuttered and twitched. Sliding along the edge you tried so hard to get far enough away you could get back onto the roof and fight him. After all, there was no reason for him to be here. No reason for him to want to talk to you unless- unless he was trying to distract you from some crime or-or something bad that was happening.

Rolling under the gargoyle's arms, you safely made it onto the roof and whipped out some batarangs as your breath went still.

Jas- no, Red Hood held up his hands as he rose to his full height shaking his head. You felt your body trembling as you glared at him. Something in you beginning to shift and slide, fighting to come back into the light.

"I'm not gonna fight you, Mouse."

Locking your jaw, you swallowed again and raised your head before sliding your free hand towards the bar that pressed into your side. Of course he had to use that damned nickname.

"That's unfortunate because I sure as hell am going to fight you."

Snapping the bar out, the long chain tail- flail swirled out jumping forwards and causing J-Red Hood to lurch backwards. The tiny spikes that clung to the tip chain glimmered and glinted of death in the moonlight.

Narrowing your eyes, you twisted before swinging the flail at him. His body dropped as he dodged the swinging chain.

"Y/N, stop. I don't want to fight you."

A snarl escaped you as you pulled, sending the chain whirling in his direction, "Funny, because I don't remember asking you!"

He let out a grunt before the flail slammed into his arm, sending him towards the concrete.

"Is this really how you treat your friends, Mouse?"

"Only the former ones."

He sputtered out a laugh and you heard him cough. Part of you burst with worry. What if you hit him too hard? What if he's badly injured and coughing up blood? What if he dies?

"Former? Come on, don't I deserve a little more credit then that? I did save your life after all."

You forced yourself to roll your eyes as his words slammed into your gut. Whispers of the past drummed in your ears, and you shook your head.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

Red Hood froze for a moment, and you yanked the chain of your flail back. It skittered by him for just a moment before he was suddenly lunging towards it. His hands were wrapped around it before you could even think to stop him. He pulled on the chain and you, as he wrapped the chain around himself.

"Do you not remember? Remember how we'd sneak the wallets out of pedestrians and would spend hours in the library reading to each other?"

"I do!" You hissed trying to pull the flail's chain from his hands as memories slammed against your vision, "I REMEMBER EVERYTHING, DO YOU?"

"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You looked at him, tears forming in your eyes before you squeezed them shut and let out a breath.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- It was a dark and dreary day when you first met Jason Peter Todd. Rifling through garbage cans wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, but it was your only option. You were too clumsy and noticeable to pick pockets and weren't exactly what the madams and pimps were looking for. After all, you were only seven.

You were halfway through the reeking trash when you felt a presence. Rising out of the can, you narrowed your eyes to see a boy around your age stand just behind you. He wrinkled his nose before shaking his head.

"You're rat, right?"

You let out a hiss and the boy blinked before snorting slightly, though his eyes shined of fear, he didn't run away.

"I think I understand the nickname now, though Oscar the grouch would be more appropriate."

You glared at him, and he nervously looked you up and down before sighing.

"I'll give you food if you help me dump some drugs."

You blinked, tilting your head to the side you raised an eyebrow and the boy blushed ever so slightly.

"I heard that you're good at it and need to get rid of some."

Shimming a bit, you looked him over before letting out a sigh. It had been a while since you got a good meal. Rising more, you hopped out of the trash can and nodded slowly.

The boy blinked and you tilted your head again. He swallowed nervously the said, "You'll do it?"

A sigh of relief escaped him, and he offered out his hand to you. You narrowed your eyes, blinking before giving him a look. Did he really want to shake hands with you?

"Come on," He tried weakly, "I don't bite."

Hesitantly, you moved forwards before pressing your grime covered hand in his.

"Jason." He said with a smile.

You swallowed as one of the very few words you knew sprang to mind. Your own name. But- you didn't know how to say it really. Just how it looked.

"Do you have a name?" Jason asked his brows furrowed.

You nodded and Jason's furrow grew deeper, "Do you not want to tell me then?"

You shook your head rapidly and Jason sighed before tilting his own head.

"Do you know your name?"

You nodded again before raising a hand towards your face. How to tell him? Oh, OH! Yes.

Pressing a finger against your mouth you shook your head. Jason hesitated for a moment before blinking.

"Oh, you can't speak?"

You shook your head once more and Jason tried again.

"You don't know how to say it?"

You nodded and Jason placed his hands on his hips shaking his head before sighing again.

"Okay, I guess. Come on, we have to go back to my house to get the stuff."

Jason began to walk, and you quickly followed, there was food after all. It didn't take long before you arrived at a apartment complex, you went up to a modest door and Jason knocked. A few seconds later the door opened, and a blonde woman poked her head out. She blinked before sighing.

"Jason, what are you doing- wait... is that a little girl with you?"

Jason nodded, pushing the door open and pulling you into the apartment. The woman closed and locked the door behind her.

"Yup, she was on the street and helped me out, so I offered her some food in return."

The woman looked you over before shaking her head.

"Alright, but please don't do this again... Also, what's her name? What's your name dear?"

"She can't really speak. But everyone calls her rat."

"Rat? My goodness that's an awful name. Come on now. I'm going to get her washed up. Why don't you find something for her to eat jay?"

"Course mom."

Mom? This was his mother? The woman gently took you by the arm and guided you towards a room just away from the front door. Not long later, she had you in a tub of warm water and was spraying water across your face, "How in the world did you end up so dirty?"

You didn't reply, instead you blinked up at her and she smiled softly at you. Sweet smelling substances were rubbed across your body and hair and then washed away before you were pulled out of the now black water and wrapped in a towel.

Not long later, Jason walked into the room holding bundle in his arms. His mom looked over her should before turning back to you a smile on her face. "Hmm, I don't know jaybird. She doesn't really look like a rat, does she?"

"No, not really."

"I think she looks more like a mouse! A cute little fluffy mouse. Ooo, we should call her that!"

Jason snorted as your face flushed red. The soft and fluffy towel wrapped around your frame. Then suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. Jason's mom went still before a drowsy smile stretched across her face. She patted your head and began walking towards the door.

"Stay here and until I come and get you two alright?"

You nodded and she closed the door as she left. Jason let out a soft string of curse words before passing a bundle of clothes to you.

"These are some of my old things, they will probably fit best."

You smiled at him, and he paused for a moment before turning away.

"Just get dressed please. I still need your help."

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"I'm really sorry about your mom Jay." You whispered, leaning against his shoulder.

He sighed before shrugging, "Don't be too sorry. It's not your fault after all."

Punching his side you scowled at him, and he finally looked you in the eyes. They were red and you could see the remnants of tears on his face.

"It doesn't matter Y/N. It- it's been almost a year."

"And? It doesn't change the fact that I just found out and she's- was your mom!"

Jason pushed you back and you head butted him causing him to laugh.

"Ouch Mouse, did you really have to do that?"

You nodded, "Yes. One your are being stupid trying to be stoic and two I know you're keeping something from me."

"Aww, full sentences I'm so proud."

You elbowed him again and he winced before rubbing the back of his neck. Your face fell as you looked him over.

"Jaybird?"

"Bruce Wayne is adopting me."

Everything went quiet for a moment, and you forced a breath out.

"Oh, OH. I- sorry. I should be congratulating you. Congrats, you're finally getting out of here."

"Yeah," Jason began turning towards you, "without you."

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine."

"Mouse, I've been worried about you since we first met. You don't have the best track record."

"And you do?"

Jason froze before a small smile appeared on his face, "Touche."

Laying your head on his shoulder you sighed, "I'll be fine. Don't worry too much. And if you feel like you really need to, you are always welcome to visit."

"Really?"

"Course Jaybird."

"Thanks, Mouse."

Swallowing the bitter feeling rising in your throat you gave him a sharp nod and a soft smile.

"Always, Jay."

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It felt as though you had swallowed live coals. Burning hot and strong, they scorched your throat as the heavy rain poured and slammed into the ground.

The sky- oh god the sky was grey and dark. The world was dark and you- you couldn't even function.

Dead. He was dead.

A car accident, they said. Halfway across the world. And now- now you were alone because he was gone.

Your mouth felt so dry and yet, the tears never seemed to stop. Not when your hair was drenched and skin soaked, not when the rain seemed ready to swallow you up but never spit you out. No, the tears almost seemed as if they could out last the rain.

After all they filled the now hollow shell that you were. You couldn't even hear or feel your own heartbeat anymore. Breathing- oh hell breathing was forced at best. Why- why should you keep going if he was gone?

Gone. Gone like everyone else you had ever cared about, ever. Was it you? Were you the cause for this? Why did he have to die? Why did he have to be so far away when it happened, why couldn't he have been close?

Why didn't you get to say goodbye?

Or was- was it because whatever want to say goodbye was now gone too?

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Something sharp brought you back to reality. Blinking you found a spike digging into your hand and drawing blood. Looking at him you swallowed. Two months, it had been two months since you discovered he was alive and nearly died in your fit of frustration.

Shaking your head, you fought off the memories that tried to surface. The others were bad enough you didn't need more to make it worse. "Why?" he whispered causing you to look at him.

"Why what?"

"Why can't things just go back to the way they used to be?"

It was hard to breathe, with him so close- so desperate, "Because you left me! You- you always do!"

Your reply was sputtered, and halfhearted. Jason shook his head and leaned in closer to you his voice becoming clearer.

"What?"

"I'm-i'm not the same as I used to be."

"I don't care. You'll always be Y/N to me." His voice cracked and part of you began to crumble.

Why- why couldn't you just ignore these stupid and pounding feelings? These things that pulsed and jumped at his touched and danced, screaming at the sound that broken tone; why couldn't you just ignore them?

Tears, hot and fierce flushed against your eyes, "But- you changed too."

"No, no I'm-no!" Jason shook his head again and you could swear you could see his pleading expression through the mask, "I'm the same as I've always been. I'm your jaybird and you're my mouse. Always will be."

"No-no I'm not." You whispered as that rainy day flooded your mind.

"Why not?" Jason asked pulling you in even closer and causing all of your emotions to come bubbling out.

"BECAUSE YOU DIED. AND- AND WHEN YOU DIED, I-"

Jason pulled you in closed, close enough that you can hear his breathing, "You what?"

"I DIED WITH YOU!"

His grip went slack, and you yanked the flail from his grasps your body trembling. Why couldn't you just shut up?

"What?"

You looked back towards him feeling tears now spilling down your face. Closing your eyes for just a moment you raised your head.

"WHEN YOU DIED, I DIED WITH YOU."

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achveronx · 22 days

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Character list<3

This is where i list all the characters ill be writing for+which fandoms i write for^^

☾↷Honkai Star Rail:

Astral express - Himeko, Welt(platonic only) March 7th, Dan Heng and Trailblazer

Herta space station - Asta, Herta, Arlan(platonic only), Ruan Mei

Jarilo-VI - Bronya, Cocolia, Gepard, Serval, Lynx(platonic?), Pela(platonic?), Seele, Natasha, Sampo, Hook(platonic only), Clara(platonic only)

The Xianzhou Loufu - Fu Xuan, Jing Yuan, Imbibitor Lunae, Jingliu, Yukong, Tingyun, Hanya, Xueyi, Guinaifen, Bailu(platonic only), Huohuo(platonic only), Yanqing(platonic?)

Penacony - Black Swan, Robin, Sunday, Acheron, Gallagher, Misha(platonic only), Firefly, Boothill, Siobhan

Stellaron hunters - Kafka, Silver Wolf, Blade

IPC - Topaz, Aventurine, Dr.Ratio, Jade

The Annihilation Gang - Duke Inferno(platonic only), Akash, Dubra(platonic only), Caterina, Constance

Aeons - Nanook, Lan, Yaoshi, Xipe

☾↷Genshin impact:

Mondstadt - Jean, Lisa, Venti, Kaeya, Diluc, Eula, Amber, Mona, Rosaria, Sucrose, Klee(platonic only), Bennet(platonic only), Razor(platonic only), Fischl(platonic only), Noelle(platonic?)

Liyue - Hu tao, Xiao(platonic only), Yelan, Shenhe, Beidou, Ningguang, Ganyu, Keqing, Xianyun, Yun Jin, Xinyan(platonic?), Yanfei, Zhongli, Gaming, Yaoyao(platonic only), Qiqi(platonic only), Chongyun(platonic?), Xiangling(platonic?)

Inazuma - Ei, Yae Miko, Kujou Sara, Kuki Shinobu, Kazuha, Heizou, Chiori, Itto, Kirara, Kokomi, Ayato, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Thoma, Sayu(platonic only)

Sumeru - Faruzan, Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari, Collei(platonic?), Nilou, Candace, Dehya, Layla, Nahida(platonic only)

Fontaine - Navia, Clorinde, Chevreuse, Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Furina, Lynette, Charlotte, Freminet(platonic?)

Snezhnaya/Fatui Harbingers - Capitano, Columbina, Arlecchino, Sandrone, La Signora, Pantalone, The Tsaritsa

Different world - Lumine, Aether, Aloy, Dainsleif

☾↷Danganronpa:

Danganronpa THH - Makoto, Aoi, Celestia Luderburg, Chihiro, Kyoko, Sayaka, Mukuro, Sakura, Toko, Yasuhiro

Danganronpa Goodbye despair - Hajime, Akane, Chiaki, Fuyuhiko, Ibuki, Kazuichi, Mahiru, Mikan, Nagito, Sonia Nevermind, Peko

Danganronpa V3 - Kaede, Angie, Gonta, Himiko, Kaito, Kirumi, Korekiyo, Maki, Mui, Rantaro, Shuichi, Tenko

☾↷Project Sekai:

Leo/need - Hoshino Ichika, Tenma Saki, Hinomori Shiho

MORE MORE JUMP! - Hinomori Shizuki, Momoi Airi, Kiritani Haruka

Vivid BAD SQUAD - Shiraishi An, Azusawa Kohane, Shinonome Akito

Wonderlands x Showtime - Tenma Tsukasa, Otori Emu, Kusanagi Nene, Kamishiro Rui

25-ji, Nightcord de. - Yoisaki Kanade, Asahina Mafuyu, Shinonome Ena, Akiyama Mizuki

☾↷Honkai Impact 3rd:

Flame-Chasers - Elysia, Eden, Su, Aponia, Sakura, Mobius, Vill-V, Griseo(platonic only), Fu Hua

Rest - Kiana(fem or gn reader only), Raiden Mei(fem or gn reader only), Murata Himeko, Durandal, Rita, Seele(fem or gn reader only), Bronya Zaychik(fem or gn reader only), Veliona

These are all the fandoms and characters i write for now. Maybe some other fandoms will join or more characters will be added, but this is the list for now^^ (Ill also maybe stop writing a certain fandom)

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lucidmagic · 3 years

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NSFW Donna x fem!Reader Headcanons because I'm a slut

Anyway here's another apology headcanon post. These headcanons are in my universe of the Phytologist's Guide to Falling in Love because I'm a simp for those gays.

NSFW thoughts under the cut!

Let's face it Donna was a virgin before you two got together, so she is slow to pass that barrier as she is terrified of opening herself up to you and then you leaving her (not that the Reader would but it's a consistent fear of hers).

Her sex education was limited, admittedly, mostly to basic anatomical notions and what she could find in her scarce library. Her parents didn't get to it before they died, so it was up to Mother Miranda to fill in the holes when Donna began puberty.

Oh god, the talk with Mother Miranda, now that's a horror game.

Then enters Alcina. I believe when Donna was in her late teens, she started being curious but was too shy to really ask for a while. Eventually, she stammered out her curiosity and Alcina was surprisingly happy to fill in the gaps. I have a feeling she had to do this with her daughters so she's well versed in breaking the ice when it comes to sex education. Obviously, she has extensive knowledge of sex and anatomy both in experience and books, so Alcina talks Donna through what essentially happens and what is to be expected.

All the while Donna is blushing like an inferno.

Alcina teaches Donna in both different-sex and same-sex, because she's so much better than most country's sex education. How to be safe, consent, genitalia, masturbation etc. Very comprehensive. She even goes into certain types of sexualities that she knows of when she was in the world. Alcina puts in a word for Duke to get the latest in queer studies in book form and some other textbooks to round out Donna's knowledge.

At first, Donna is overwhelmed with all the information, terms, and anatomy. It takes her a while but she eventually gets through it. She well versed in the theory, but not necessarily the act, obviously.

The daughters and Alcina give Donna some books they think would help, some more flowery while others are more raunchy (read: Daniela). Donna particularly likes those that have a relationship built up over time rather than starting off hot and heavy. She loves the trust, admiration, and love that comes with it. Regardless of gender. But she does have a soft spot for sapphic romances.

Yet, regardless of how well versed in literature she is, it doesn't make up for experience and when the Reader comes along, it is the first time it is truly possible.

Though her heart wants you, like really really wants you to the point it's maddening, her mind is the biggest obstacle. She just can't comprehend that someone would want her, romantically or sexually. She'll overthink it to the point of headache when she's alone. Why would you want her? Desire her? Compared to her, you are the expert and clearly know what you're doing. So why her? Hell, she has a festering scar on her face. That can't be attractive.

It'll take time, though in the middle you two do share heated make-out sessions that leave both of you breathless, pupils dilated, lips bruised. But she would always stop you, and you would pull away not to overstimulate her or cross any boundaries.

Donna always apologizes for stopping and ruining the mood, but you always reassure her that it's fine and that you can wait. So long as you can be with her, you don't mind. The sincerity of your words always makes her heart swell.

Her first time with you is soft. And I mean soft. Slow, gentle, and lovingly, careful to make sure Donna isn't overstimulated or feels pressured into it. But god, it's perfect and Donna nearly cries with the amount of emotion coursing through her. Your attention, your love, your skin moving against hers... she should have done this sooner with you.

She's not loud but has these breathy moans that drive you crazy, especially mingled with your name. Donna saying your name, regardless of context, always does something to you. But when you're lapping at her or using your figures and you can see the flush on her chest. . . it drives you crazy.

Donna hates positions where she can't see the reader, loves making eye contact and watching you. Tries to keep her eye open as best she can but sometimes you're too good and she just can't.

Her moans come from low in her chest, deep within her, rumbling and so intoxicating.

No matter the position, you two are always holding hands, a sort of anchor to each other. Basically, cuddle-fucking each time.

Bottom-leaning switch. You love servicing her, wanting Donna to know she is desirable and worthy of love. On occasion, Donna would service you, wanting to let you know she appreciates you and wants you to feel everything she can offer.

Not big on toys, but the occasional strap is welcome. She mostly just wants to feel you, nothing but you.

Her neck is sensitive, and adores it when you kiss, nibble, or suck on it. She can almost come on that alone.

Though she doesn't like dirty talk, I do have two words: praise kink. Tell her how good she is, how capable, how beautiful, how absolutely stunning she is when she comes... makes her just fucking melt and turns her on more. She never felt that someone would love her like the Reader does so you saying those things will be music to her ears.

On occasion being assertive works on her, though there has to be clear communication of it beforehand, particularly on her end if she is having a good or bad day. Push her up against a wall or door, hell even her workbench, and just ravish her, not bothering with clothes, like you can't keep yourself from touching her. These are far fewer than 'proper' sessions but no less enjoyable.

Favorite positions: either you at her hips, eating her out and moaning into her, or her on top of you, riding your fingers and feeling your mouth on her breasts.

If you tease her relentlessly, she will beg for you. Breathy and moaning, practically pleading. She bites her lip and it is perhaps the sexiest thing you've seen. Once that happens, you have to give in and give her what she wants.

Loves to grab the reader if not cuddle-fucking, wrapping her arms around the waist, hips, shoulder, stomach just to keep you close to her, so she can feel you-- all of you.

With her permission, of course, would love to have a hickey souvenir to see the next morning or when she's getting ready. A reminder that it actually happened and it wasn't a dream or her mind failing her. Usually on her clavicle or her shoulder.

After sex cuddles are a must. They're perhaps the most important thing to Donna. Just you and her, skin to skin, lazily caressing each other and just existing. Loves it when she has her head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat sync up with hers and you hum or speak, rumbling her own chest and head. She falls asleep to it every time with a smile.

Play with her hair after and she will fall somehow deeper in love with you.

The phrase 'making love' always made her hesitant and squirm, it just didn't sit right with her, like it was clucky and ill-fitting to most scenes she read. . . But with you, your gentleness, adoration, and just overall you. . . she finally understands.

Anyways I'm a slut soft and I had to write these down. Next chapter will be out . . . whenever it can be lol. Sorry for the wait, but I love these headcanons regardless. And I hope you do too.

Love you all! Stay safe and healthy!

#my fic #the phytologist's guide to falling in love #re8 donna beneviento #donna beneviento x oc #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #reader x donna beneviento #re8 donna #re8 #re village #resident evil: village #resident evil 8 #my headcanons #headcanons

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flying-nightwing · 4 years

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Decorum (3/3)

Attaboy gang, thanks for the support! Here’s the final part of Decorum. I can’t believe I cooked my boy Dick for +10 000 words, I kinda feel bad now lmao (I did add a bit of saving grace for him here, I’m not a monster) Anyway, you were served appetizer, main course and finally dessert with a generous syrup of Jason.

Part 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader, Dick Grayson x reader (ish)

Word count: 3994

Warnings: swear words, non graphic sexual content but strong implications

Summary: after making sure Dick gets the message, you finally get closure.

Dick couldn’t believe he was in the right place. He had checked many times to make sure he was in the right neighborhood, but his coordinate were clearly indicating he was. He looked around the dusty, unkempt buildings in the deserted street and thought to himself that you would--you could never stay around here. Sure, you had left with only a small part of your own fortune and left the rest to the benefit of Wayne Industries (the reason he was still legally married to you), but it was enough to guarantee you a better life than… This. Especially with your upbringing, he didn’t think you’d know how to live that way. Even for him… Hadn’t he had his training, he would easily have been uneasy walking those streets.

It had taken everything for him to make Bruce reveal him your location. Obviously he could have done it himself, but he didn’t think you’d take it very well if he did. But after a year and a half without any news from you but bruce’s assurance you were still alive and well, his patience had ran out. So despite warnings from the family and his own better judgement, he went after you. It was eating him inside, and he had to see you. So he tracked you down to a small town in Argentina, where you now had an address and ID.

It was the sound of a slow, bassy beat that caught his attention first. He followed it through a small alley and finally ended up on a backyard party, where the music was loud and the people happily chatting. All of them appeared to have some carnival masks, and a drink in their hands. It was some kind of celebration, he deducted. His eyes were then drawn to the people dancing around the bonfire, their face barely illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. They were dancing in pairs to the slow reggaeton blasting from the stereo, and he could have sworn…

No way.

He dropped his bag and took a few steps forward to make sure he had seen well, only to confirm he did. After all, his eyes were well adjusted in the dark. There you were, dancing with some guy he did not recognize. It was you, he was sure of it even behind that mask. You were laughing at something he said, and you didn’t push him back when he kissed you. His eyebrows drew together at this out of character behavior, but his head truly began to spin at your next actions. You broke away from him just enough to beckon someone hidden from him on the chairs around the fire. He couldn’t see the person, but the voice that followed, louder than the party somehow, he knew too well. Way too well.

“No puedo decirte no, baby”

Soon enough, a maskless Jason with his shirt wide open joined you. He poured some tequila in your mouth, before kissing you. Sloppily, passionately. It made Dick see red. Not only he knew where you were all this time, pretending he didn’t, but he was shamelessly making out with you, and god knows what more. Dancing with you so close, without a care in the world, his mouth on your neck…

“What the fuck”

He said it loud enough to grab yours and Jason’s attention, as well as a few of the party goers that weren’t too drunk yet. Jason gestured for them that there was no problem and took a few steps forward, pulling you with him by the hand.

“Dick! Attaboy!” He greeted, opening his arms. You giggled at his antics as you stabilized the bottle in his hands so it wouldn’t spill. “What in el inferno are you doing here? Want some tequila?”

He looked in between you two, his eyes squinted in confusion at the mess in front of his eyes. Jason, well, he was Jason, nothing was surprising there. But you? You were wearing a crop top and some cut off daisy dukes, your hair was a mess and your feet dirty from dancing barefoot in the soil. You would have never been caught dead looking that way.

“No I don’t” He refused the offer with a scoff before setting his eyes on you again. “I came to check on you”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow. “I’m living my best life, Richard”

Jason made a funny face at your use of his full name, while dick only rolled his eyes.

“Here, with him?” He pressed. “You don’t even speak spanish”

“Well, ahora si malparido” You replied without missing a beat, and Jason almost spit out the cigarette he was trying to light with one hand. “And yes. He’s much better company than you”

“You must be fucking kidding me” He sighed to himself. “Why?”

“To make you feel like shit”

“To fuck my brother’s wife, man”

“Also, his ass”

“Hard same”

You were sure you could see the smoke coming out of his brain at this point.

“Before you judge me… Actually, you have no right to. Case closed” You gave him a tight smile. You knocked back the remaining of your beer before turning on your heels and heading back to the party. But before you could go far, he called your name again.

“We need to talk. Both of you” He said, but it went straight over both of your heads. “Sober”

“Sure sure” You brushed off, pulling Jason back with you. “See you tomorrow. You can crash on the couch inside or whatever”

“Or you’re welcome to join the fiesta, hermano!” Jason called to Dick. “But not with that attitude! And get yourself a drink!”

You laughed as your good mood returned in the heart of the party with Jason. Dick was forgotten the second he disappeared from your sight, and it was better that way. Just thinking about him left a bitter taste in your mouth, so you pulled Jason by the collar and kissed him hard. He welcomed the contact, only bringing you impossibly closer against him. He tasted like tobacco and tequila, and it was intoxicating in the most delectable way. His hand on your skin, burning a fire you had never touched before.

He was everything Dick wasn’t, and it was amazing.

Life was so much simpler ever since you had left Gotham. You did your thing, with no pretenses or decorum to uphold. Jason would drop occasionally, sometimes for a few days, other for a few weeks, to show you the best of times every time without a fault. You had no ties, no engagement, no bullshit; only fun. And it made it all the more exciting. He had so far not disappointed on his word that he was, in fact, a piece of heaven.

“Look who joined the party” Jason nodded to someone behind you, and a quick look revealed Dick looking very uncomfortable, but nevertheless with a drink in his hand. He tried not to make it obvious, but he was watching you and Jason. Your thoughts were only confirmed when you crossed glances for a second too long. “What do you say we put up a show for Boy Wonder over there?”

You grinned at his words, knowing what he meant. You now danced to make Dick jealous, which meant dancing sensually, provocatively, obscenely with Jason like you probably never did before. His hands were going wild as you practically grinded against each other. It was working, because soon enough you caught a glimpse of Dick retreating back to the house. Your eyes returned to Jason’s hooded ones, and you bit your lip. You lowered the mask pulled up on his forehead and kissed him again, drunk in lust for him.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom, handsome” You muttered in his ear and a smile graced his face.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, darling”

As you pulled him back to the house, you couldn’t help but think the master bedroom was right over the living room.

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The next morning followed your usual routine when Jason was around, regardless of your unannounced guest. You woke up early and burned the rest of the alcohol from the party through a run. A few miles before the heat became unbearable, then training in a private part of your garden. There were trees and fountains, which made it cooler than the rest of the propriety as the sun climbed higher in the sky. You were sweating alcohol and fire smoke as you were facing Jason on the fighting mat, but nevertheless, your energy and determination to put him on his ass was still very alive.

He was circling you, much less on guards than you were. He was waiting for you to make the first move, but you had to find the right one. You knew that almost whatever you did, he would stop it without much of an effort. So you had to take him by surprise, which was easier said than done.

“Come on darling, don’t tell me you’re sore from yesterday” He teased before lightly tapping his chest. “C’mon, hit me”

“Cocky bastard” You jumped right in and threw a few punches as a distraction that he dodged easily, before going for the leg sweep. But alas, his training was once again far superior than yours. You don’t know how it happened, but a few moves from him had you trapped under him.

“I’m starting to believe you like me manhandling your sweet ass” He grinned as he started to stand up from his position. You took the opportunity to grab his neck in a chokehold with your legs, and bring him down with his own momentum. At least, that worked, because in a flash he was on the ground, trapped in between your thighs.

“You were saying?” You huffed.

“Oh, I definitely like ending up here, babe” He drawled out suggestively, and you rolled your eyes. “But business first, pleasure later”

Your eyes widened as he easily rose from the ground… With you still around his neck. Before you could shriek, he threw himself forward and slammed you down on the ground, saving his own fall with a roll. For a moment, you could only lay flat on your back, trying to process what had just happened. Beside the wind being knocked out of your lungs on the initial contact, you weren’t hurt. Just… Shocked, with good reasons to be.

Well, that was a new one you weren’t prepared for.

The sun was then blocked by Jason, who offered you his hand and a shit eating grin. You took the hand and pulled yourself up, dusting off your backside. He raised an eyebrow in challenge, and before he could predict your next move, you threw a round kick, one he barely dodged. Judging by the surprise on his face, he had not expected such quick recovery from you. You took advantage of your attack momentum to throw hits and jabs everywhere you could see open. Your only advantage was that he was unprepared and off balance, but god did it feel good to see him not so smug for once. You finally backed him up into a wall and snatched the blade he always kept in his waistband, pressing it against his neck.

“I don’t know if i should be impressed, or proud, or both” He huffed. “But I’m definitely turned on”

“You dog” You scoffed humorously, taking a step back and handing him back his blade. He took it and tucked it back in the waistband of his short, still grinning at you. “Are you surprised I got the best of you?”

“I’m hard to beat, babe, of course I’m surprised” He teased, earning him a push on the chest as you made your way back to the house. But you noticed your training session had gained a… Spectator. “Oh hey Dick. Came back for act two?”

You snorted at his reference to the night before, and you could have sworn Dick blushed when he momentarily looked away.

“I didn’t know you knew how to fight”

“Obviously” You rolled your eyes as you walked past him into the house, undoing your sparring gloves. “I'm never getting kidnapped for one of you again"

"That's… good" He nodded, glancing quickly at his brother who had now taken his shirt off.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be back" You called as you made your way to the stairs.

"Comin with ya" Jason jogged after you, but stopped when you turned around.

"Not today, Jay Bird" You tsked teasingly. "Now be a good host to our guest while I shower"

"It's not even my house" He protested weakly, before sighing and backtracking to the kitchen. He paused there, giving his brother an once over before making a bee line for the fridge.

“What have you done with her?”

Jason slowly straightened up from his search for food, unsure of if he heard Dick correctly. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned to face him. “Come again?”

“I said, what have you done with her?” Dick repeated, putting emphasis on his words. It made Jason snort at the sheer irony. “She would never…”

“She would never what, Dick?” He sighed in annoyance.

“You turned her into you and you know it”

This time, Jason didn’t hold back the laughter. He grabbed an apple, spun it in the air and caught it back before biting in it, trying to find out where the hell his brother had found the audacity. “I didn’t do shit, Dickie. It’s all her”

“I don’t believe it” He objected, but Jason wasn’t on the defensive like he had expected. Instead, he was the one to be.

“What did you expect?” He shrugged. “You broke everything that held her into the mold, and now she shines. I mean, I’ve always suspected she was a wild little vixen under all that pretense, but boy was I in for a nice surprise. You really missed on something there, I almost feel sorry for you”

“So you’re together now?” Anger was audible in his voice. He remembered way too well how they danced the night before, and how Jason had totally done this to prove he could. “Or you use her to fuck?”

“Aren’t you just the cutest” He smirked, throwing the apple core in the bin. “I’m just helping her enjoying life outside the stupid decorum she was born into, brother”

“And you’re taking nothing back out of this?” He challenged, as to try and find something against him. But so far, he had nothing concrete.

“Of course I’m taking something out of this” He scoffed derisively. “She’s hot, and she’s amazing at sex. That I taught her, since you clearly didn’t. Guilty as charged on all counts of bedroom fun positions… Fuck, you really did miss the jackpot”

“And you cheat on her, does she know that?”

“He doesn’t cheat on me” You walked in right after his question. “Not anymore than I cheat on him, because we chose our relation to be that way. Not that it concerns you”

“See? She’s shining” Jason taunted Dick as he brushed past him in the direction of the shower at his turn, leaving you alone with your… Legal husband. He looked uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. You weren’t nervous to face him.

“Uh, you look good”

Dick wanted to facepalm himself. That’s all he could say? Of course it was. Your skin was glowing like it never did before, you didn’t look tired or stressed, and most importantly, he wasn’t there to hurt you. You truly looked good, healthy and happy. And it made him miserable to think his absence from your life was one of the main reason for that, and the other, Jason.

“I do” You replied without an ounce of shame, because you did. “So I guess we’re doing this long overdue conversation now”

He nodded slowly as you gestured for him to take a seat to the table. You joined him and sat on the other hand, crossing your fingers in front of you. It was better now than later, and you could close this horrible chapter of your life once and for all.

“It’s weird. I barely recognize you” He began.

“You would have had to know me in the first place for that” It wasn’t harsh, the way you said it. But you had to make it clear where you stood, and lying would have been counterproductive. “You never spoke more than ten words to me, except when we’d fight. How could you possibly have any idea about what I was like before?”

“Right. I deserve that, I guess” He mumbled to himself. “I just… I just would have never pictured you fighting, I remember you didn’t like it”

“Because it wasn’t the proper thing to do” You admitted. “I felt like I didn’t belong in that training room, like I didn’t belong in your world, you see”

“Are you doing that to make me feel like shit too?”

It sounded… Defeated. He was talking about you and Jason, with the underlying question of why him. You knew it must have felt weird, to see you together. But while he was ignoring you, Jason had been the only one who didn’t pretend like everything was fine. Well, he did to some extent because he had to, but he would always be there if you asked for him. When he accepted your invitation to come and see you in Argentina, he helped you change your world around, to discover who you were on your own terms. It had been the first time you could choose, you could dare to be bold, you could dare to make mistake and stupid things without fearing what blow it would deal to your reputation. He gave you a taste of freedom, and you never wanted to let it go. It wasn’t like you were a couple either; you had just found a best friend that could understand, and that could give you a little extra more…

“I’ll admit it’s a side effect that does not displease me, but no” You answered. “I’m doing this for me, because this is who I am”

“Is that what you think? Or what he told you?” He asked expectantly.

“You have to stop with that. You have to understand the only times I was ever myself were when you weren't around” You sighed, dropping a truth you had wanted to reveal him for a while now. “You never made the effort to know me. Jason, despite his flaws, did. So once again, whatever judgement you think you’re entitled to, you’re not”

Silence followed your words. He was thinking about them, processing them, while you were just relieved you could finally get it out in the open. Sure, you had talked about it with Jason, but Dick needed to hear it from you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have...” He held his head down, finally speaking. Whatever hope he had with this talk just disappeared in smoke, seeing as he had nothing to give you. “I just… I just can’t bear to know that I’m the reason you had to turn to him, you know? I hate to see him giving you everything that I wouldn’t because of my own damn stupidity, while I could have been the one to… Be there.”

He finished in a whisper, and you didn’t reply straight away. You knew he had been sincere in his feelings back at the hospital, and it hadn’t changed. Somehow you knew he was truly trying to change, that he was trying hard to make up for his past actions. If only he had showed that behaviour a little sooner, you had no trouble believing he would indeed be the one beside you right now. But history made its course, and he wasn’t.

“Well, we gotta own our mistakes, don’t we?” You hummed. “... Now I’m just asking of you that you respect my choices as my own, you owe me that much”

He hummed in agreement before reluctantly standing up. He glanced at the door, then back at you. “I should go now. Just let me know when you’re back to Gotham, okay?”

“Dick” You called before he could go any further. He spun back to face you, but your expression probably cued him it wasn’t because you had a change of heart. “I’m not coming back to Gotham. Ever”

“What?”

“I should have told you this at the hospital the night before I left” You confessed. Your choice had been made a long time ago, you had just hoped he would have given up before you had to do this. You stood up and went to the small desk beside the window, fetching a white, unmarked envelope. You went back to him and handed him it. “I never had the intention of coming back. Here’s… Everything you need to move on as well. Only thing left to do is for you to sign, the rest had been taken care of”

Wordlessly, he pulled out the folded documents, staring at them frozen in place.

“The second document stipulates you and Wayne Enterprises get to legally keep my share of the family money” You explained. “Please sign it too”

“You’re divorcing” It was all he could say, and you nodded.

“We both need this”

“But--”

“Listen, I see that you are trying to make amends, and it’s why I decide to forgive you for whatever you’ve done. It’s in the past now” You gently cut him off. “I understand you are trying to be better, and I know you will be for whomever life puts on your path next. But I’m not a part of this journey for you, not anymore. So you have to let it go”

For the first time since you met Dick Grayson, you could look truly him in the eyes, and him in yours as well. It felt strange, to have talked with him when you never used to. You believed you had learned more about him today than in two years of marriage, but somehow it felt like the closure you and him needed. You didn’t need to know why he had been a jerk to you, it wasn’t important anymore. You had seen what you had wanted, a glimpse of who he truly was, and that was satisfying on its own. You just hoped he’d remember his lesson, and would be careful for the times that had yet to come. As you watched him leave your doorstep, one thing was clear, you were at peace with what happened with him. Who knew, perhaps in a few years from now your paths would cross again. You’d say hello, he’d say hi back. Maybe you’d go take a coffee and talk about your lives, and possibly share a laugh over silly details you had overlooked from your shared history.

But for now, you’d rather forget Dick and enjoy what you had. You closed your eyes as arms wrapped around you from behind, and Jason’s shower gel took over your sense of smell. It made you realize how content you were with the life you had, and how glad you were to have left the life that had been designed for you.

“How did it go?”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t listening” You smiled, resting your head against his chest. You felt the vibration of his silent chuckle as he swayed you lightly. “But it went well. We cleared things up. And i gave him the papers, I shouldn’t stay miss Grayson for long now”

“Aw man, there goes my “affair with my brother’s wife” fantasy” He joked, and you half heartedly slapped his chest. “Ow”

Some things never change.

“I’m just glad it’s over” You sighed, turning around in his arms to face him. “Thank you”

“For what darling?”

“Everything, Jason. Thanks for everything”

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zandracourt · 4 years

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Steve’s Playlist

Written for @the-sad-hatter’s Weird and Wonderful Challenge. This is the first fic I’ve written with a first person narrator. I tried to write it fully as an inserted reader, but that was just too weird for me, so I tried to make the first person as neutral as I could.

Prompt 26: I Put a Spell on You, Nina Simone

Steve’s Playlist

Rated T/PG

It’s a few minutes before 1700 and Director Fury shouts my name as I turn off the light in my cubicle.

“Agent, before you leave, can you take this to Rogers?”

I swallow hard, trying to play it cool. “Captain Rogers?” As if there is another one. Well, there is a Rogers down in accounting but I’m pretty sure the Director has no idea he even exists. He barely knows I exist. Though he did call me by name, so maybe it’s not a good idea to underestimate the Director’s pulse on the plebes of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Yes, that one.” Bingo “Do you know where his office is, on the 3rd floor?” Everyone knew the Captain had chosen an office across from the hanger bay. It faced the interior of the Triskelion, meaning its window looked out mostly on the walls of the other two buildings; nothing but concrete and glass. It was the kind of office some middle manager would have, not the leader of the Avengers. But the Captain liked being close to the hanger, often eating lunch in the Machinists Lounge with the ground crew.

“I do. Just that then?” I held out my hand towards him.

He passed me a 11”x 17” Manila envelope, about an inch thick. “That’s all. Good night.” He turns away before I can wish him a good night back.

As I get off the elevator, I can hear the steep trumpet crescendo of the opening stanzas of Sir Duke playing. Normally, the halls are quiet, but someone must be using the after-hours nature of their work to play music. S.H.I.E.L.D. rules prohibit connecting to any streaming services on company computers, so whoever it is has brought in speakers and must be playing it off their personal phone. Turning down the hall brings the music even louder.

Music is a world within itself, it’s a language we all understand, with an equal opportunity to sing and dance and clap your hands.

Stevie Wonder’s distinctive rhythm filled my ears, getting louder as I walked. My mom used to play this song on her Hits of the ‘70’s CD. You can feel it all over. You can feel it all over, people!

By the time I round the corner to the inverted half-circle that makes up the interior of the uniquely shaped office complex, the source of the the music becomes obvious. It’s pretty loud now and I can see him standing at his elevated computer desk, his feet stepping in time to the music as he types that is rather adorable, but I tamp such thoughts down hard. This is Captain America for fucks sake. My knock clearly gives him a slight startle and I feel bad.

“Oh, hey.” He reaches over quickly and taps pause on his phone.

“You don’t have to stop on my account. I was told to bring you this.” I hold the envelope out for him, still standing just outside the doorway like a dumb-ass. It’s just an office, but it’s an Avenger office, which feels more sacred.

Steve chuckles, “There’s no magic force field there you know. You can come in.”

Crossing the threshold, I can’t help but look around. He keeps his office pretty sparse. There’s a whiteboard on one wall and to the left of his desk, a framed picture of what looks like Benjamin Franklin holding a large balance scale with an old-time baseball player standing on half. Over the top of the players’ images are the words “Brooklyn Dodgers” on the left and “New York Yankees” on the right. Looking closer, you can see it’s from the 1941 World Series.

“Whoa, is that original?”

He raises his eyebrows and whistles slightly. “Man, I wish. No, it’s a replica poster. But I had the playbook from that series. Went to every game and managed to get signatures on it from everyone but Riggs and Frank. I’d left it at my mom’s place when I enlisted but now it’s lost to time. If it survived, I’m sure it’s in some collector’s wall safe by now. You follow baseball?”

I shrug. “Not like that. I’m always up for a Nationals game if I get a chance. There is an energy watching live games that I enjoy, especially with good friends. But I don’t ever watch on TV.”

He nods. “TV wasn’t an option when I was a kid, just radio. But I agree with you. I still listen to games sometimes, but I don’t like watching them on TV. ‘Course, they aren’t in Brooklyn anymore, so they aren’t my Dodgers anyway.”

I looked down at the only picture on his desk. It’s a plain, pine framed image of three people sitting in what might be a large restaurant booth, but it’s hard to tell. They look happy, and maybe a little drunk. The woman I recognize immediately because her portrait hangs in the main foyer. Margaret Carter, one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., though she’s much younger in his picture. The other two men I don’t know, though one is kind of familiar. “That’s Director Carter, right?” I ask, pointing at it.

Steve picks it up and hands it to me for a closer look. “Yeah. Spring 1944. Peggy. Howard. Bucky.” He points to each face. “That was taken at this restaurant Howard knew. No matter where we were, he knew the best places to go that hadn’t been bombed or raided and every waitress knew him by name.”

Now I knew why the man in the middle was familiar. His picture hung downstairs next to Director Carter’s, but he looks so good this picture. Now that I’ve made the connection, I can see the Stark resemblance.

“Woah, Mr. Stark didn’t age real well.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them and I wanted desperately to take them back. “I’m so sorry. That was...sorry.”

My stomach clenches and temples throb with embarrassment. Who the fuck am I to criticize his friends? These people are portraits on a wall to me, but to him, they were drinking buddies. Best friends. The heat of my emotions races under my skin and I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye.

“It’s OK.” He takes the photo back, looking at it as he speaks. “Howard was so full of life and playful energy when I knew him. From what I understand, that changed as he got older. This is my memory of him though. And I’m glad I have it.”

His words shift my embarrassment to shame. “I’m glad you have it too. Can I ask...” He places the picture down and looks at me with such kind eyes I continue. “Where did you find it? I mean, it’s more personal than any S.H.I.E.L.D. photo I’ve seen and you said your stuff didn’t seem to stick around.” I was trying to cover my embarrassment with curiosity, seeking some neutral ground again.

“Tony gave it to me. I shot the photo, but I’d never seen how it turned out.”

I’d heard that he and Iron Man didn’t always get along. Mostly gossip about how they bicker and would annoy the agents waiting to deploy on an op, so the Director had stopped sending them to the same places if he could help it. In this moment though, it was clear that Tony was a strong conduit to Steve’s past and it was hard to ignore the wave of loneliness that rolled off him. “It’s a great one. They look so happy.” He nods, continuing to look at it. I don’t want to step on his reminiscence so I turn to leave him to his thoughts.

“Agent?” I stop and pivot just a little towards him. “The envelope?” I realize it’s still tucked under my arm and I look towards the ceiling in a desperate plea for The Powers of All to save me from any more stupid moves in front of this man ever again.

“Right, sorry.” I say, hoping some old-time stage hook will just come drag me away.

“Thanks. And you don’t need to apologize all the time. You work here, same as me. You have as much right to be in this office as I do.”

O, Captain, that is not at all true. Thankfully, my brain stops my running mouth before I straight up contradict a superior, though I appreciate that he wants that to be true. “Good night, Captain.”

“Good night.” As I leave the office, the music starts again; this time playing playing Earth, Wind, and Fire’s September.

******

In any other context, I might object to being tasked as Director Fury’s delivery person with ever increasing regularity, since I’m an analyst, not a messenger. However, the only person he sends me to is Captain Rogers, so how can I complain? Yeah, he’s the 8th level of Dante’s Inferno kind of hot, but these end-of-work assignments have let me see Steve Rogers for who he is, not just a magazine cover story. Most of our conversations only last 4 or 5 minutes, but they are the best part of any day they happen. He’ll ask about my work and genuinely seems interested the data analysis I do. I don’t ask him about the rumors of missions he goes on because my security clearance is slightly above the kid who delivers our sandwiches at lunch time so I stick to topics of life outside of work. Surprisingly, he never seems to hold back personal stories. Especially ones of his past. Something extremely rare in this building.

Every time the elevator doors open on the third floor after 1700, I can hear the music play. Marvin Gaye, Earth, Wind, and Fire, Aretha Franklin, Al Green, Otis Redding, Stevie Wonder, ...he definitely has a specific taste for 60′s & 70’s R&B. Today as I approach, the song plays slow and melancholy.

You know I can’t stand it. Your running around. You know better, daddy. I can’t stand it, ‘cause you put me down. Yeah, yeah. I put a spell on you, because you’re mine.

Something made me stop just outside his office this time, listening. I can see him sitting with his arm resting on his desk, playing with a metal coin of some kind while looking out the window. The coin is bigger than any currency I’ve seen, and thicker, like a medal or medallion. He idly flips it through his fingers, lost in thought as the trumpet plays a jazz rift.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you anyhow. And I don’t care if you don’t want me, I’m yours anyhow. I put a spell on you, because you’re mine.

A deep, mournful scatting ends the song so I knock lightly, knowing I’m interrupting something. He turns his head a little and nods, so I enter. As I get closer, I see wetness in his eyes. Not falling, just holding a firm tension at the edge of his lids.

“You OK, Sir?”

He sits up a little and shifts his chair so he’s fully turned towards me from behind his desk. “No need to call me Sir. And yeah, I’m fine.” He taps the coin on the desk and lays it down as he reaches over and pauses the playlist, which had shuffled to Bring It on Home to Me by Sam Cooke.

“Please. Sit and talk to me for bit.”

This is the first time he’s asked me to sit during one of these after-work deliveries, making me wonder if he really is OK. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just needed to bring you this.” I slid the folder with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the front towards him. This one wasn’t classified, or I never would have been asked to bring it in an open file folder.

“You really gotta stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault or responsibility. You’re here because you were ordered to by Fury.”

“I don’t mind, really.”

“Well, it’s not exactly in your job description to bring me files. It’s probably my fault you keep getting asked. After the first time, I was talking to Nick about the information you’d given me and I told him that I enjoyed talking to you.”

My ears feel warm at the compliment. “I enjoy talking to you too.” This feels so awkwardly intimate that I have to shift gears to ease my nervousness. “What is that?” I point to the coin.

He hands it over. It’s about an inch and half in diameter; punched brass in deep relief. The edges are slightly worn down but readable. The words “107th Infantry” along run along the outer edge with two crossed rifles in the center.

“It’s a Challenge Coin. They became a thing with the OSS during the war, but after all they’d been through with Hydra, the 107th felt they deserved them too. So the junior officers had their own made.”

“Was that your unit?” I wished I recalled more from 10th grade history class.

“Not exactly. I was kind of my own unit, but I ran missions with the 107th and a few others once the Howling Commandos came together. That,” he gestures to the coin in my hand, “was Bucky’s.”

I glance at the photo on the desk. After our first encounter, I’d Googled Bucky Barnes so I wouldn’t make any more asshole remarks about his friends and learned he’d been a Sergeant in the 107th. “Wasn’t he enlisted though?”

Steve raised an eyebrow.”You’ve been researching. Yeah, but he was also very good at placing bets he knew he wouldn’t lose. Won it off an LT we both didn’t like very much.”

Remembering his other stories of items lost to the past, I ask, “However did you find it?”

“Never lost it. The night before the mission where...” He paused and took a breath, “before he died, Buck had given it to me. It was still in my uniform pocket when they thawed me out.”

The question floated in the silence and I wasn’t sure if it was one he wanted me to ask or not. In all our conversations, he was profoundly honest, and he’d brought it up, so that seemed like a green light.

“Why did he give it to you?”

“I’ve thought about that over and over since the day he fell. At first, I thought maybe he knew somehow...that he wouldn’t make it back. In the years since... it seems more of a promise. Not sure what he was promising exactly, but that feels more right to me. Bucky never believed a mission would fail, so it makes no sense for him to give to me as a goodbye.”

“And that song? The one playing before I came in? I know it’s an oldie, but I didn’t think it went back to the ‘40s.”

He chuckled. “What’re talking about? To me, Nina Simone’s a baby.”

“That was a woman singing?” I’d heard of Nina Simone, but realized I didn’t know which songs she was famous for.

“Yeah. Don’t you just love her voice?”

“She’s amazing.” I agree. “You listen to the blues a lot, I’ve noticed. Doesn’t that make you sad?”

“You think my music is sad?” He asks, not accusing, but with genuine interest.

“Well, isn’t that what the Blues are? Songs for when you’re feeling down?”

“I read a quote once by Etta James, ‘When I’m singing blues, I’m singing life.’ I know a lot of folks around here think my life is sad; ‘cause of what I lost. And there are times I am. But when I listen to the blues, I don’t even think about the time since I woke up. I think about times before. Brooklyn. My mom. Breadlines around the block. Not enough coal to keep the room warm. Bucky. The War. These songs, they feel like mine, even if it’s music from a later generation. Ya gotta listen to them with your heart. They aren’t sad at all really, just honest. The blues is life. Thanks for this.” He slid the folder over and placed it in his in-box.

I hand the coin back to him and he places it in the front pocket of his cargo pants. “You’re welcome. Thanks for sharing. I always learn something when we talk.” I stand up to leave.

“You’re easy to talk to. That’s a real gift. You ever thought of field work?”

I shake my head firmly. “No way. I learned real fast in academy that I’m as likely to shoot you or the wall as any target. I suck at firearms.” He laughs and bestows on me smile that reminds me why everyone loves him. “I like the work I do and I think I’m pretty good at it.”

“Gotta love someone who knows their strengths and weaknesses. You don’t have to limit your visits to delivering Nick’s paperwork, y’know. Come by anytime.”

I nod. “G’night Captain.”

“Good-night.” He’d touched the music back on before I’d even turned around.

If you ever change your mind about leaving, leaving me behind, Oh baby, bring it to me

The lyrics followed me out the door and down the hall as I pulled out my phone to start making a new Spotify list.

#the-sad-hatter #steve rogers x reader #canon-compliant #Captain America fic #Zandra_Court #fic challenge #Weird and Wonderful Hatters Challenge #Pre-Winter Soldier

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pix3lplays · 3 months

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I'm laughing so hard at the idea that Duke Inferno/Ifrit is like a Rapidash where it'll only burn you if it doesn't trust you, and because of course he trusts no one, everyone gets burned.

Except you, dear reader. And he doesn't like that. He found out by accident, and you hadn't been aware. Maybe you were serving him, panicked like everyone else, fixing fire-resistant clothing or polishing his horns (he'd make people do it under threat of death and then laugh when they get burned, I 100% believe he's a sadist).

So he might be cruel, keep you around to toy with as a pet, a "mild curiosity." But one he never lets get close to him after his discovery. He might suspect you're a spy or assassin. The more time passes, the less likely it seems, especially since you honestly show fear when he pops out of nowhere. And it keeps on like that.

Until one, fateful day, where he wants to see just how close he can really get. Maybe it's just to test you, see if you're like him, created perhaps but not knowing. So he can get more utility out of you (if you are like him). Was the Stellarion put inside you by a creator as fickle as his (it was hinted the genius society is responsible for the Duke). All those thoughts/considerations.

He has to see if it's a fluke. I don't know if he'd terrorize you and blindfold you while he experiments, like hey can you touch his face (you'd only feel something akin to smooth metal)? Can you touch the flames on his neck (they'd feel soft to you, some energy pushback but like the surface of water)? What ARE you?? And you wouldn't know what you're touching, until it hurts (I think he might hold a heated pad to you and turn it up until you're uncomfortable just to see if you're only resistant to HIS energy or if it's all heat transference).

I can't imagine his reaction when he realizes it's just because some part of him feels something other than disdain for you.

It's trust. Not trust as in "I know you're too weak to do anything," but instead "I know you on a deeper level and I don't know how else to describe it." It would baffle him, I think. And it might be awhile before he figures out what to do with you!

Cw! Power-imbalance, sadist Duke Inferno, pet human dynamic, physical abuse (burning reader)

Ooooh okay Delightful…

Duke Inferno is a Rapidash oh my gosh I love that take you’re so right-

And yes sadist Duke Inferno is something I will push. It would suck to be his personal assistant before he realized he actually liked you.

You’re getting burned ALL THE TIME, and he’s SO mean too…he sees those quaint little fireproof gloves you bought for yourself and he banned you from wearing them.

His little pet human…you wonder what the heck he gets out of leaving your hands and lower arms all burned and blistered but he gets some sort of sick satisfaction from hurting you.

Sorry I’m a bit off topic going with this whole personal assistant route but…the first time you touch him and it doesn’t burn you?? The way you both don’t even know what to think. You have no idea he doesn’t burn people he trusts, so what the heck are you supposed to think??

But he knows to an extent, it’s just never happened to him until now. Yeah, this requires some experimentation.

The thought of him actually trusting you disturbs him so badly that he’d rather experiment on you instead of just accepting that he might trust you.

I think he’d be. Pretty mad when it dawns on him that he literally just trusts you and therefore can’t hurt you so easily and entertainingly anymore.

He won’t tell you why he’s unable to burn you now but you’re certainly not complaining. You can actually straighten his clothes or polish his horns without worrying about getting Literally BURNED with FIRE.

You don’t say anything about it. You don’t want to upset him, and you’re smart enough to know mentioning it will make him mad.

He’s not stupid though. He knows you’re wondering. But he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of telling you.

It’s so confusing because like you said he literally doesn’t know how to handle it or what to do with you. He takes away some of your privileges in the mansion. And then gives them back and adds privileges. You’re like literally WHAT is going on.

Maybe it somehow comes up while you’re dealing with his kids and they explain it to you.

Literally what are you supposed to do with that information?? You can’t bring it up to him. He’ll get MAD.

So you’re just constantly dancing around it when you’re with him, avoiding any mention of it, pretending you don’t even notice he’s not able to hurt you anymore.

You’re always by his side now, not really having a clue that he’s constantly just keeping an eye on you.

Maybe he becomes a little protective over you in a way.

He’s the only one who’s allowed to treat you poorly. Anyone else treats you badly? No one will find their body.

Alright I’ve ran out of things to say but yeah.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Duke Inferno #Duke Inferno x reader #Hsr Duke Inferno x reader #honkai star rail Duke Inferno x reader

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If You Take a Demon to Thanksgiving... (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Humor and SMUT

Warnings: Explosions, Destruction, Unprotected sex (wrap it up people), foul language, use of the word “cock”

Word Count: 3277

AN: This is a continuation of Summoned so if you haven’t read that one, I recommend you read that one first!

12 Days of Demon Ayno (Christmas) : Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

Happy Thanksgiving!

In retrospect, taking the boyfriend you had only been with for a month to Thanksgiving probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. The fact that said boyfriend was also a demon that had been summoned specifically to fulfill your sexual fantasies, and your family was dysfunctional at best made the idea really really bad.

As distasteful as the idea of actually being human was to him, Ayno made a concerted effort to pretend to be one – to the best of his ability. As a demon, he didn’t need to sleep or eat or shower…or anything…he was just available 24 hrs a day to fulfill your every desire…and the fact that he always knew exactly what you desired- be it a cupcake or his cock- the moment you desired it, sometimes made things a bit complicated. Especially when it involved anyone but the two of you.

You had spent the week leading up to Thanksgiving explaining the holiday to Ayno, and going over a rather detailed chart you drew up of the part of your family you’d be visiting. He memorized the chart and asked questions about your step-father with his need to baby the dog and unhealthy addiction to reality TV, your mother’s obsession with decorating the house via Pinterest and her perpetually drunk brother, and your worthless step-brother (in the process learning what a “misdemeanor” and a “felony” were)…but really he just wanted to watch “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” over and over.

You arrived promptly at 11 for a 2pm “dinner” with the promise to Ayno that you’d leave as soon as the dishes were done.

You barged through the door of your childhood home loudly calling “Hi Mom!” as you headed straight for the kitchen. “Hi honey! Oh! …and who’s this?” she asked glancing speculatively at the handsome stranger lurking over your shoulder. “Mom, this is Ayno. My…boyfriend. Ayno, this is my Mom.” “Hi” he greeted. Sticking to the plan of keeping things simple and saying as little as possible. “Hello Ayno. Welcome.” Your mom replied before turning to you and saying pointedly “I wasn’t aware you were dating anyone…” You shrugged. “Surprise? I have a…boyfriend.” You said unapologetically. “I’m going to show Ayno around.” You said as you dragged him away from your mother before she could start asking questions.

In the den, you found your step-dad, milk-toast aunt and alcoholic uncle watching the football pregame while drinking beer and eating chips & dip. They barely acknowledged your presence, and if they were surprised to see you with a six foot Asian man following you around, they didn’t show it.

You poked your head into the dining room and checked out the table, already resplendent with a lace table cloth, battery powered pillar candles, and a giant turkey shaped tureen in the center – despite the fact that no soup was set to be served.

The living room, you explained as you crossed through it, was for looks only. Touching- or worse, sitting on- your mother’s special furniture or disturbing her artistically arranged designer throw pillows was not tolerated.

Large sliding glass doors in the living room led to the patio and backyard. The patio had been swept and there was a stack of plastic chairs and tables to be set up. Your step father’s adored mutt, Patches, came running right up to Ayno, putting his paws up on his leg, demanding ear scratches which the soft demon happily supplied. “What is that?” Ayno asked, pointing to a metal cylinder sitting in the middle of the yard. You walked over and examined it. “I think it’s a deep fryer.” You said suspiciously. “I think my step dad and uncle are going to try to deep fry the turkey.” You shook your head- this seemed like a bad idea. “At least my mom is making a ham, so something will be edible.”

“What is that?” Ayno asked again, this time pointing to the large oak tree in the corner of the yard. You laughed, “That is my treehouse! It was my favorite escape as a kid. C’mon, I’ll show you.” A moment later you had dragged Ayno across the yard and were climbing up the rickety ladder with him. You shoved hard, and the hatch opened to reveal the small space that had seemed so big in childhood. It was covered in dust, and the walls still had faded posters from your pre-teen years. “I spent hours up here. It was my happy place. I always envisioned it as being an escape and a private place during my teen years…but…that’s not how things worked out.” Sensing your wistfulness, Ayno bent his head and kissed you sweetly.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door signaling the arrival of your step-brother and voices in the yard. “Oh good! Ayno! C’mere & give us a hand with this.” Your step dad called as you descended the ladder. Ayno squeezed your hand reassuringly and went to help them.

The rest of the day proceeded like most awkward family events. Inappropriate and embarrassing stories were told, too many snacks and too much alcohol was consumed. Ayno stuck by you working in the kitchen, happy to do whatever was asked of him, and content to let you deflect conversation and answer questions about him. Eventually he felt comfortable enough to go sit on the patio with everyone and listen to your family’s chatter. Everyone seemed to think he was nice, if not a little odd.

You had serious doubts about the sanctity of the meal when your drunk uncle announced it was time to do the turkey, and came into the kitchen where you were assembling more snacks and yanked the still frozen fowl from the freezer and headed for the backyard.

In the next 3 minutes of your life events occurred simultaneously in what felt like slow motion.

“Will ya all jist shut the hell up? I know what I’m doin’!” your uncle said as he lowered the ice block of bird toward the overfull deep fryer. He released the clip and the turkey dropped like a bomb splashing into the vat and sending boiling oil flying into the air and cascading over the edges of the deep fryer straight into the flame below it. As soon as the frozen meat hit the scalding oil, everything exploded into a giant fireball raining hot flaming oil and chunks of turkey all over the dead un-mowed backyard, causing the whole thing to burst into 3 foot high flames.

The sound of the deep fryer being blown apart startled your mother so badly that she dropped the pan with the ham in it that she had just pulled out of the oven. The chunk of pork bounced out and the pan landed upside down in the middle of the kitchen floor, bubbling ham juice running out and turning the white tile brown. Something brushed passed your leg, and you looked down just in time to see Patches run into the kitchen making a beeline for the downed ham. Your mother saw it too, and she tried to run and grab the meat before the dog made off with the only (mostly) surviving entrée, forgetting about the bourbon and brown sugar grease lake that now coated the floor. You watched helplessly as her feet hit the grease and slipped right out from under her and she landed face down in the gooey puddle with a thunk on her right arm.

A blur out of your opposite eye diverted your attention back to the yard where your step-father was beating your slightly- on- fire uncle with a dry crispy chamois from the garage yelling “Roll, Duke, roll!!” He was distracted and missed the moment it became obvious that your step-brother had flunked high school chemistry class, because he turned the hose on to the raging grease fire turning it into what would later be known in your family as The Turkey Inferno.

You stood there, stupidly, as the mayhem raged around you, with a useless crudité platter in one hand and your forgotten cell phone in the other. You heard sirens in the distance, and hoped they were heading your way. And then, another sound: laughter. You looked over to see Ayno, laughing so hard he was crying, huge smile and face lit up, so delighted he was slumped back in the plastic lawn chair clapping his hands and his feet. “It looks just like the Seven Pools of the Damned!” he cried excitedly.

* * *

Two hours later, you were a hot, sweaty, filthy mess. After the fire department had arrived and hosed down the back yard in some kind of foam, and the ambulance had taken your mom and uncle to the hospital; you got to work cleaning up the kitchen, which was not only a disaster from the whirlwind of cooking, but now included the ham lake and burned sweet potatoes that had been forgotten in the oven. Ayno had helpfully begun un-setting the table and cleaning up the back patio.

Patches, having feasted on a whole ham and who knew what else, began throwing up and having explosive diarrhea all over the house. It was while cleaning up the 5th pile of puke that you discovered your good for nothing step-brother was sitting in the den watching football leaving you to do all the work. You handed him the paper towels and cleaning solution and told him to get off his lazy ass and clean up after the dog…he elected to go to the hospital to “check in on everyone”.

That was it. You were done. Everyone but you and Ayno had gone to the hospital, you hadn’t seen him for a while, and you weren’t sure where he was, and at the moment you didn’t actually care. You had a splitting headache and you were not doing this by yourself. You walked into the guest room and fell face down onto the bed.

You had no idea how long you had slept, but it was dark when you felt Ayno gently shake you awake. “No? Wha-“was all you got out before Ayno gave a soft “Shhhh” and placed his finger to your lips. He looped your arms around his neck and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, yanking the quilt off the bed and wrapping it around you as he carried you through the dark house and across the still smoking backyard. He walked straight to the treehouse, and climbed the rickety ladder with you still wrapped around him like a baby koala.

Now you knew where he’d gotten to. He had cleaned up the tree house, and covered the entire floor in pillows that he’d swiped from the house. He’d even grabbed the battery powered candles from the dinner table, so the whole thing was bathed in soft fake candlelight. He set you down in the pile of pillows and closed the hatch.

Without a word he pulled you onto his lap and began kissing you. Softly at first, his hands on the sides of your face, but becoming harder and more needy by the second as his fingers threaded through your hair and his tongue plundered your mouth. He broke away long enough to pull your sweater off over your head, before returning his lips to your now exposed neck. His mouth worked its way from your jawline to your shoulder in a long trail of wet kisses punctuated by gentle sucking and bites that were just harsh enough you knew they would leave marks. You were so distracted by his mouth that you almost missed his hands unfastening your bra and tossing it to the side. The cold air coming in contact with your fully exposed breasts caused them to immediately flush and harden. You reached down and grabbed Ayno’s sweater and turtleneck and yanked them both off of him at the same time, desperate to press your cold skin against his unnatural warmth. He obliged you, taking the opportunity to begin marking up your shoulder as he hiked your skirt up over your thighs letting it pool around your waist. His hand slipped down to begin rubbing your throbbing clit through your silky underwear. You moaned softly and pressed your mound harder against his hand. Ayno lifted your hips slightly and re-settled you on his right thigh. “Ride it”, he whispered. You nodded and began rolling your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans, trying desperately to satisfy the ache he had created in your core. You gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, and then hollowing out his cheeks and sucking. You quickened your pace and trembled slightly at the friction. Breathy moans spilled from your lips as you felt your climax building and your thighs starting to shake. “Ayno…” you moaned, without slowing your pace, causing him to release your nipple with a lewd pop. “Ready to cum baby?” he asked rubbing your sides soothingly. You nodded and whined as your walls began clenching around nothing, feeling your wetness release and soak through Ayno’s pants to his skin. You dropped your head to his shoulder “Not enough, not enough…” you whined into his ear, “Fill me…please…” you begged. Ayno laid back into the pile of pillows unbuckling his belt so you could drag his pants to his ankles. You wasted no time pulling his boxer briefs down behind them, watching as his erect cock sprung free. You straddled his hips and he gently stroked himself a few times before holding it vertically so you could slide onto him. You moaned as you felt the tip of his length at your entrance, already so wet that you pushed him easily between your folds, until he was fully buried in you. Soft high pitched noises came from your mouth as you circled your hips feeling his slight movements deep within you as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit in time with your movements. Knowing you needed more, he lifted your hips up, and began jackhammering in and out of your sopping pussy from below. Every stroke the head of his cock pounded into your cervix, causing you to throw your head back and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop…” you gritted out through clenched teeth as your vision got hazy and your second orgasm hit you and you could swear the whole room was moving. Ayno released his grip on you and let you slide back down his shaft while he rolled his hips to let you come down from the high, but you still felt like you couldn’t get enough. You put your hands on the top of his pecs, fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage as you began lifting your hips up and slamming back into his harshly. The whole treehouse creaked and moaned with every thrust. “Not enough baby?” he asked breathlessly. “Noooo…” you moaned, “I just…I need…you feel so good…” you whined.

You thrust down hard and suddenly there was a loud crack. Not your imagination this time, the whole floor jolted down and tilted to the left. You froze. “Ayno…I think we have a problem…” He opened his mouth to reply when there was a loud snap and the entire floor detached with you and Ayno riding it like an elevator to hell, and went crashing to the ground below, pillows flying everywhere. Unable to be harmed by something as trivial as a six foot drop, Ayno wrapped himself protectively around you, holding your head to his chest and covering you with his arms.

Suddenly the still of the evening was split by the sounds of voices you knew all too well. “Oh my God!!” “What the shit was that?!” “Oh hell! The patio cover didn’t collapse did it?!” as the backyard floodlights came on and your family, having returned from the hospital unnoticed by you; came running across the yard to find you and Ayno, mostly naked, obviously in the middle of copulation, laying in the middle of the destroyed treehouse. You stared at them. They stared at you. Then it seemed your mother gathered her wits and took in the situation, a look of horror crossing her face as she screamed “OH MY GOD!! ARE THOSE MY CHENILLE THROW PILLOWS??? THOSE ARE POTTERY BARN!!” Ayno burst out laughing.

* * *

An hour after you got home you were feeling much better having showered off the horrific events of the day and slipped into your PJs. You found Ayno lounging on the couch in flannel pants and an oversize sweatshirt…hair having suddenly turned platinum blonde but his eyes still a deep chocolate brown according to your whims. He sat up just enough to grab you and pull you down to lay on top of him, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a quick kiss in the process.

“I have enjoyed this ‘Thanksgiving’. We should definitely participate in this more often. When is the next one?” Ayno asked happily.

“Sorry sweetheart. Thanksgiving is a once a year thing. There won’t be another one until November of next year.” you informed him.

“Very well. Then I will look forward to it.” he said with a smile.

“Ayno? You do understand that I mean 365 days from now?” you clarified.

He nodded. “I understand your measurements of time.” he said matter-of-factly.

You laid there stunned for a moment. Ayno was talking about a year from now…still being here a year from now. This was the first mention of anything long term, of some kind of permanence to the situation.

Ever attuned to you, Ayno looked you straight in the eyes and asked softly “Am I really your boyfriend?”

“Do you know what a boyfriend is?” you countered.

“Yes! ‘A male that is close to your heart. He is the one you can't stand to go a day without seeing. He provides everything you need, including sex, love, protection, comfort and an escape from the world. A lover who admires you for who you are. Knowing him makes you a better person. And being with him makes you smile.’”

Well. That was a startlingly accurate description. “Ayno, where did you hear that?”

“Urban Dictionary.”

“…and did Urban Dictionary tell you what a girlfriend is?”

“Uh-huh. ‘A female who you love, admire, respect, and desire to be with; a girl who makes you laugh, smile and who brings out the best in you, the one person that you should value over every other thing. You must protect her for she is the most special thing that could ever happen to you. She’s someone that you want to hug and kiss all the time and make love to, and is also able to bleed for a week without dying.’” He paused. “I find this description to be accurate of my feelings toward you...but I do not know if I meet the boyfriend requirements.”

You smiled down at him. “You more than meet them. Do you want to really want to be my boyfriend Ayno?”

He grinned. “Yes! In over 800 years I have never had a ‘girlfriend’. I promise I will take good care of you.”

“You already do.” You said as you snuggled into him and laid your head on his chest.

“So since I must wait for Thanksgiving again, is there another holiday that…how did your mother put it? We can ‘ruin forever’?” he asked hopefully.

“There’s a whole calendar full babe”, you laughed ruefully, “A whole calendar full.”

#ayno #vav ayno #vav smut #ayno smut #vav #noh yoonho #noh yoonho smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #demon #thanksgiving #ayno fluff

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