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bouncybongfairy · 3 months

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Could you do a live action Zuko x reader, they were betrothed to eachother before his banishment. They frequently had visits and got along really well. First time they met he saw her creating a blue butterfly from her fire bending. The reader can produce blue flames but is a gentle, kind person. Zuko is reading the latest letter she has sent him, praying for his safety and health. How does he feel about them after all this time? Maybe this fuel his fire to complete his quest and get home.

See You Soon

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader

Summary: Both Zuko and can't stop thinking about each other, after reading the most recent letters you sent to each other.

Word Count: 2.0k

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It’s been some time since the last time you’d seen Zuko face to face. Ever since his banishment, so about three years. You’d think those wounds would have healed, a betrothal that was nothing more than a concept faded in time. Anyone who’d know you would say you were well past it, those people obviously weren’t paying close enough attention. Sending each other letters, drawings and pressed flowers. Detailing everything unfolding in his quest to find the Avatar. Her day to day life with school and helping your mom with all the tailoring for the Fire Lord’s family. A very important part in your life considering your family had been tailoring in the palace for generations. Every once in a while you’d send him an embroidered Lion to represent power and leadership, hiding his name tiny within the mane. Although you found comfort in the words of reassurance he gave through ink and paper, it only made you long for something more. Reminiscing on all the precious memories that now feel like they were taken for granted.

The two of you met by chance, your mother worked in the palace. She made all the clothes for the royal family. Often having you assist, holding her pin cushion or any other request she may have. At first not paying each other much attention, one day Azula came in, berating both your mother and self like she did to all other staff. Hearing horror stories from others in the palace made you terrified of her. The last thing you wanted was to get your family banished for looking at her wrong. Zuko noticed this, and nudged your arm; looking over at her and then rolling his eyes. Giving you a reassuring smile, Azula then nudged your shoulder with hers as she walked out.

“That girl may be a princess by blood line but not respect from her people. She rules with fear when it should be grace,” you mother grumbled as you walked into the house.

“That may be true but it must be hard, growing up competing for the throne. Having your entire life mapped out for you even before you’re born. That must be so hard on someone so young, I think I'd break,” pulling your hair out of the tight bun. Your mother smiled, setting the bags on the table. Cupping your face in her hands,

“I love that in a nation so pitiless and jaded that you have kept your soft spirit. You know that, but that girl spoiled down to the soul,” your mother laughs before turning back to her bags.

You laugh and walk into your bedroom to change before heading back outside. The weather was perfect to practice your fire bending. One of the perks of having a mother who worked in the palace was better education for you. Now that you had been learning to bend from a master, you were able to do more than you could ever imagine. At school all you learned was combat or defensive bending. At home, you liked practicing making different shapes. At the beginning it was simple stuff like circles or hearts, with time they were getting more intricate. Being able to make things like flowers, birds and even butterflies. You were in the empty field behind your family's home, working on your bending. You’d finally learned to make the butterfly flap its wings and fly around for a couple moments at a time before dissipating. Taking a deep breath and creating the flames, putting all your focus into manipulating its form. Holding your breath nervously as you watch it fly around you. The blue light glowing off the flame lit Zuko's face up, where he was watching from a couple feet away. You gasped out of surprise and backed away.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to- when Azula nudged you, this fell off your top. I just wanted to return it,” he said, holding out the embroidered patch of a crabapple tree that was pinned to your top.

“Oh, thank you. Wow I'm really surprised you took the time to return it, as someone with so much responsibility; it’s an honor,” you say, giving him a quick bow out of respect.

“I’ve only seen masters create such detailed shapes with blue flame, can I help?” he asks, you nod in agreement as he comes closer. He stands behind you, pressing his chest against your back. Nudging your arms up with his hands telling you to create the flame before continuing,

“Holding your breath limits the amount of time your fire can stay in the air. Like suffocating a candle with its lid. Fire can’t be without oxygen, can you feel my breathing against your back? Match it to yours then try to make the butterfly,” he said.

You were so nervous but took a deep breath in before matching the rise and fall of his chest. Immediately you could feel the difference, like you had more control over the flames. Being able to make the wing movements sharp and clean. Making the flame circle around the two of you, forcing your bodies closer together.

“See, isn't that so much better?” he asked.

“Yeah, I never thought I could have so much control over my bending,” you said, moving to face him.

“I have to get back but i’ll see you around?” he asked, as he took off in a rush which made you chuckle.

After that night, it was like fate just couldn’t keep the two of you apart. He was getting fitted more often for leather armor and things like that. Noticing each other in lessons and sneaking glances. This progressed until eventually Zuko became unbothered with who saw the two of you interacting. One day he slipped a note into your bag, wanting to meet later that night. Your heart skipped a beat of course, and for the rest of the day it was all you could think about. The day seemed so much longer now that you had something to look forward to. Practically skipping home from lessons, even though you still had a couple hours before dark. You were happy to be home daydreaming. Your mom was home, cooking komodo chicken. Giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading off to your bedroom. Originally you were going to wear what you always did but part of you felt like the night was too special for your everyday attire. Normally keeping your hair up in a tight bun, you decide to let it down. It took you a while to convince yourself to leave it down but eventually you did.

Everyone was finally asleep, the house dark and quiet. You sneak out the window of your bedroom. Zuko was waiting for you right outside which made you gasp, not seeing it was him at first. He had a big smile on his face, which was refreshing considering he’s been going through alot lately. On a night with such amazing weather, the main city and markets were busy with life. Zuko and you however prefer the peacefulness of looking over the city from the peak of a hill not too far. Zuko was pointing out different constellations in the sky to you. Or showing him new little tricks you were learning with your bending. He always acted really impressed but you knew he was doing it for your benefit. You loved that about him, that he cared so much about your confidence.

“You know, my father says it’s time to start looking for a girl to betroth,” he says.

“Oh? Any girls you had in mind?” you ask playfully.

“No,” he says back in the same playful tone, which makes you elbow him in his ribs.

“In all seriousness though, how do you feel about that?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“I think I'm waiting for you to ask me properly,” you said chuckling.

Zuko also felt like he took all these moments for granted. He was currently in his room on the ship. Looking around at all the notes and drawings he’d pinned to the walls. They’d just left where he and his crew were docked, following a lead on the Avatar. Reading the most recent letter you’d sent him, it pained him to know you were feeling the same grief he was about feeling apart. He never really talked about it to his uncle or anyone but it was one of the main reasons he was so motivated to complete his quest. He felt like he was missing out on the most important years of his life. Uncle Iroh always talks about how memorable his late youth was, before he had real responsibilities as general. He missed everything about you. Especially how sweet you were, always finding the good in people. Even finding beauty and grace in Azula; his own mother couldn’t find that in her.

Often when Zuko was anxious he would think about you comforting him. He knew he could be hot headed both emotionally and physically. This never phased you, even when he was in full blown flames. Always finding a way to calm you down. Somehow reassuring him without making him feel small or stupid. You always used to tell him that anger is a form of passion. That you loved the passion and resilience he had, and that one day he’d be able to channel it without anger. He found so much comfort in you so being ripped away was hard but reading your letters helped. Made him feel like everything wasn’t as impossible as it may seem. Like once he returns home he’ll know you’ll be there to support him.

He laid back on his bed, your letter on his chest. Worried that you’d grow tired feeling his love through paper and ink. That you’d yearn for love that’s more present in your everyday life. This fear was doubled by the fact that he assumed telling you about this fear would make him come across as insecure. Maybe he was but he didn’t want you to know that. He hated being seen as weak, you were too kind to admit but he knows that exactly what you’d think. Currently thinking about one of the last nights you had together. In Zuko’s old room, laying on the bed together. You were playing with his hair and he had his arms wrapped around your waist. Both of you were pretty tired from training and school. Just melting into each other, enjoying the comfort you gave him. There wasn’t any talking but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. You’d kiss him on his forehead every once in a while, finger combing his hair. Taking in your smell and leaning into your touch. He never felt so vulnerable in a comforting way with someone.

Iroh came into the room, making Zuko jump up. Clutching onto his letter, immediately his uncle sensed something was off. His eyes were dark and puffy, not to mention quite red. The bruise on his face appeared to be swelling and it was obvious that he was beyond his limit. Iroh set down the wooden tray he carried in, handing him a cup.

“I know you don’t want to hear this but mentally you are being strained. Bending and combat is easy for you because you’ve done it your whole life. Emotionally, some of your muscles are weak but I can see your slowly strengthening them. It’s important that you get lots of rest while you-” he went to look over at Zuko and stopped talking once he realized the boy was asleep. Iroh held back a laugh before taking the cup and letter out of his hands. Zuko gripped the paper and woke up but settled down once he realized it was him.

“Rest now, and please truly let yourself rest,” he said, pulling the blanket over him and he laid down. Folding the letter gently and leaving it on the nightstand.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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Ong I've had this on the backburner waiting for your reqs to open. Jeff and Liu finding out that their younger sibling, who has been looking for them and ran into trouble along the way, is the newest resident creep?

Both of them are SHOOK. I think both brothers probably would have assumed/hoped that you were able to live a normal human life after everything that happened. To say that the two of them aren't shocked would be an understatement, but you just seem so happy to have found them that they're both immediately pulling you into a big hug the second they see you. It's like a rush of calm flows over them both knowing that you're safe, and it really does make them so happy. Although, when they hear about any trouble or issues you were having on your search for them, they're also going to coddle the fuck out of you and make sure you're okay and that nothing extremely bad happened to you. Also, if they need to kick someone's ass for hurting you, they absolutely will.

The three of you have a lot of catching up to do, especially considering Liu is now a half-zombie, which he doesn't know how to explain to you at all, and the fact that they work for one of the most powerful beings in the Underworld. Speaking of, the moment they find out you're actually working for Slender now, they FREAK. They do NOT want their younger sibling doing what they do for work, they do not want you in that kind of danger. I mean Liu probably doesn't even want Jeff working for Slender and in that kind of danger but Jeff could absolutely destroy Liu in a fight if he wanted to, so he keeps his opinions to himself. But not you! They immediately go to Slender, trying to talk him out of letting you work there in fear of your safety, but Slender reassures them that you'll just be doing work around the house as cleaning staff and handling shopping for everyone, so technically you won't be in much danger. When you walk up behind them, explaining to them that you were about to tell them that before they stormed off, they both sort of deflate and pout about it because they were just worried about you.

Having all three of you under one roof becomes interesting though. Jane I think would be happy to have you around (considering her grudge only applies to Jeff, and she probably doted on you a lot when you were younger), and you fit right in with creeps like Toby and BEN. It makes Jeff and Liu happy to know that you're fitting in safe and sound in the mansion, although they also make it known that if anyone picks a fight with you or is rude to you in any way Jeff and Liu WILL kick their asses for it, and everyone has seen Jeff when he's angry by that point, so needless to say you're treated quite well. They do worry a lot about your experiences trying to find them, and all of the trauma you also had to endure growing up in their household, so they tend to fret over you a lot to make sure that you're okay and you're not hiding anything from them. I think they're both very protective older brothers, so I think you'd be safe and sound with them. Although, you will have to put up with a GIANT lecture from Liu about how dangerous it was and what an awful idea it was for you to come looking for them alone (a lecture that he probably gives you multiple times), and Jeff is going to be teasing and pestering you a whole bunch to make up for all of the time that he lost, so be prepared to handle both of those things. All in all, though, they're extremely happy to have their family back together and safe.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Ok I have a request.. what did Steve and reader do when they got back from camp? I always imagined he dropped her home but she turned up at his like an hour later and never went home because they couldn’t be apart. Bonus points for smut but I love your writing so much it will be brilliant whatever ❤️❤️

You’d been home for three hours — just.

Your bags still sat in the hallway, your shoes beside them and your call shirt still on, smelling like sunscreen and the forest. You’d walked into your home to be greeted with a plate of brownies on the kitchen counter, a note beside it from your mom, telling you she’d missed you and how she and your father couldn’t wait to see you when she came home from work.

It was the strangest feeling, standing in your family’s house and still feeling homesick. Maybe it was silence, the emptiness, maybe it was residual from six weeks at camp.

Maybe it was because Steve Harrington was only three streets over and it still felt too far.

You had six weeks with the boy, but only a few were you weren’t arguing, were you weren’t pretending you hated each other. It’d been four hours since you’d left him at the corner of fifth and Main, his car turning one way as you went the other, the taste of strawberry milkshake still sweet on your tongue and you’d both shared lunch at a diner out by Lowell, a feet touching under the table kinda first date.

He’d walked you to your car afterwards, both of you still grinning over the argument about who was paying. It was the first time you’d let him win, ‘cause he’d called you princess and it sounded so much nicer than it used to.

Softer, sweeter, sugar coated.

You’d waved at him in your rear view mirror before turning off for your street, smiled when Steve stuck his hand out his window and waved goodbye. And it was fine. You’d see him soon. Wouldn’t you?

It was new and it was different and sure, you’d had sex with him. You’d kissed him, been kissed by him, let him touch you all sweet and soft and god, he looked at you with so much fondness now it made your heart twinge.

But you were home and camp was over and the summer was coming to an end as well. Was that all it was? A summer fling? Something to do in the middle of the forest ‘cause the air was too hot and the arguing got too much?

You brushed brownie crumbs off of your mom’s worktops and frowned, heart rate picking up in a panic ‘cause you fucking missed Steve already and you weren’t sure if he’d go back to letting his grocery cart catch at your heel the next time you saw him in the store.

Pulling your shoes back on, you moved without thinking, on autopilot as anxiety took over. You could just go knock on his door, right? Ask him what this was, what would happen? What would change?

What has changed?

You stopped in the hall, afternoon sun streaming through the windows and making you feel too hot. It made the room glitter, sunbeams turning into rainbows that bounced across the floor and walls.

You felt queasy, your stomach weak, your throat thick.

But, before you could decide if you were leaving or not, someone rang the doorbell. It made you startle, heart racing even faster, loud enough you could hear it in your ears and it just about stopped altogether when you opened the door and saw who was standing there.

Steve.

He looked just as nervous as you, still in his staff shirt too, hair a little wild like he’d been pulling at it. He clutched his car keys in one hand, his car parked behind yours in the drive.

“Hi,” he choked out.

“Hi,” you croaked back.

You were both a mess with it. Too messy for people who’d seen each other naked, but there was no one else around to judge you both for that, not then.

“Uh, I— you, no. I mean,” Steve frowned, as if it weren’t his fault he couldn’t talk properly, as if he was terribly inconvenienced by the way his words got caught in his throat. “Fuck.”

You smiled, cheek leaning against the edge of the door, as if it could hide how pleased you were.

Steve tried again, cheeks pink. “It’s like— you know how… at camp? It was like that?” The boy was gazing at you, eyes wide and sincere. “But now we’re here and I’m like, wondering, if it’s still like that?”

There was a beat of silence as you tried to work out what he was trying to say, but despite only seconds passing, Steve seemed to grow too impatient and it was like he finally found the words.

“I miss you,” he said, one eye squinting against the sun, like he could shield himself from any rejection if he didn’t look at you directly. “Is that stupid? Is that like, so dumb?”

Your breath hitched with his declaration and when you stopped grinning, that cheek aching sort of smile, you shook your head. Steve grinned too.

“S’not dumb,” you told him, stepping out from behind the door. You wanted to take his hand, you wanted to throw yourself at him. You wanted to see if he still tasted like strawberries, if he kissed you the same here as he did in the middle of the forest. “I miss you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But maybe we’re both dumb.”

The boy barked out a laugh, nodding. Maybe he was braver than you, ‘cause he moved forward, let his fingertips catch yours just so he could touch you. He was all caramel coloured eyes as he gazed down at you from underneath his lashes, that sticky sweet kinda look that made your stomach drop.

“Wanna do something?”

You leaned in, toes touching his. “Yeah? Like what?”

As if you’d turn any suggestion down.

Steve shrugged, hand leaving yours only to travel up your arm, his palm cupping your elbow, coaxing you both into each other's spaces. It felt nice, familiar and terrifying all at once.

“Anything. Could go for a walk, the arcade. Maybe catch a movie, just— I dunno, hang out.” Steve swallowed, another bout of nervousness catching at his chest. “I like hanging out with you.”

“You asking me on second date, Harrington?” You grinned, even though you were trying to be coy about it, as if your last date didn’t just end a matter of hours ago, as if you didn’t want to throw your arms around the boy and ask if you could keep him.

Steve’s smile matched yours, cheeks rosy from more than just a summer spent outside. “Yeah, if you’d like.”

Your fingers caught the hem of his shirt, a shy touch that made Steve lose his breath, ‘cause he could feel you against the skin of his stomach, a barely there brush as you plucked at the cotton.

“I’d like that,” you agreed.

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the-really-lonely-mountain · 5 months

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Along for The Ride - Part 1

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Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. With this first installment, we are following the first movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling in love with Kili on the way! Slow burn with this one y'all, nothing spicy till the next work I'm afraid.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), wrote this while I had covid, in like 4 days lol, implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien)

Word Count: 6,292

A/N: I was utterly appalled by the lack of Kili writers on here and Ao3. Y'all who write for Kili, I've been eating your crumbs like it's the shit (cause it is) for weeks, but one can't be sustained on crumbs alone so I've prepared a feast!! This is the first fic I've ever wanted to post, please be gentle. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are loved and treasured!!

Tagging the amazing Kili writers I've been living off of for the past few weeks and who have inspired me so they might share in the feast as well lol go check out their stuff too: @mikathemonster, @cowboybeepboop, @littleenglishfangirl, @ethereal-inquisitor, @sweetpeakili

Photo credit: @immawriteyouthings

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You were having one of those days that made you want to run away from everything. Instead, you walked on the golf course behind your house after hours; no phone, no umbrella, no bag this time, just you. You had what you could fit from your hands in your jean pockets as you walked the grassy field. Something twinkled and caught your eye on the far side of the fairway, there was a sparkle in the ferns. You walked over and began looking through the underbrush. Your hand grazed a smooth stick with a mangled end that encased a gem. You picked it up hoping for a better look but were transported to another world instead!

You appeared in the new world holding the staff. You were standing beside an older fellow with a pointy hat and long grey beard. You looked around and saw many other gruff, burly-looking men sitting in an encampment. They looked as confused as you. You did the only thing you could think of doing at that moment.

You turned around and took off running as fast as you could.

The wizard whose staff you were running away with asked the younger dwarves in his company to fetch you for him. They ran after you as quick as the wind. You dodged trees and hurdled bushes, making an all-around great effort. You were slowing down though. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and plan. A twig snapped in the distance; quick footsteps closed in on you. You took off again. You needed a place to hide, a moment to think for God's sake. You were afforded no such luxuries. They were gaining, you were tiring. In your drained haste, you tripped on a bush which sent you stumbling and struggling to regain your footing given your momentum. You finally fell and scampered to take cover behind the roots of a great tree. Their footfalls grew slower and drew nearer. They were so close you could hear their words now.

“…She’s hiding, Fili,” one said much closer than you expected them to be.

You tried your best to steady your breathing. Your heartbeat was so loud you knew they could hear it.

“Stop scaring her Kili,” The other chastised. “You know she’s got to be scared half to death”. He walked past you, studying the ground. The other came up the other side of the tree doing the same.

You gripped the staff preparing yourself to be found. They turned in unison following the same tracks and looked up at you simultaneously. They were both panting but not as hard as you. Fili, the elder and more experienced of the two knelt where he stood a few yards from your curled trembling form.

“My name is Fili” He put his hand on his chest and motioned to the man next to him, “This is my brother Kili. We mean no harm to you.” He kept his distance and showed his empty hands. You stayed firmly pressed against the tree trunk, your chest heaving rapidly and your eyes as large as saucers. They could have tackled you, beaten you, or done any number of terrible violating things, but they kept their distance and spoke softly.

“What’s your name?” Kili asked, with a charming smile as he crouched beside his brother.

“Y/N,” you said in a shaky freaked-out tone.

“Y/N, that’s our friend wizard’s staff,” Fili said, “If anyone can figure out how you got here, he can.”

“But you gotta come back to camp with us,” Kili said reaching out his hand as a peace offering. So many horrible things could happen to you in the wild of this new world, but even more on top of that could if you didn’t go with them.

“How can I trust you?” You asked them. They looked at each other.

“How can we trust you?” Kili threw back at you with a suspicious look and recoiled his hand.

“Touche” you nodded returning his look.

“Seems we are at an impasse then,” Fili huffed at his brother, “You want to get home, and our wizard can do that. The only way that can happen is if you come with us back to our camp. We can only offer you our word and promise on our honor as dwarven princes that you will not be harmed by any in our company.”

You thought for a moment and nibbled at your lip, “You promise?” you looked up at Kili this time.

Kili looked you deep in the eyes, and very seriously said: “No harm will ever come to you, on my honor as a prince.”

You nodded at this, “Very well”, and tried to stand up but were stuck against the tree. The 2 men easily lifted you back to your feet. You followed them back to the camp.

You tried your best to hide behind Kili as you approached the wizard smoking a pipe. You peeked from around his shoulder at the other men in the camp. They were looking at you.

“Please sit, my dear,” The wizard said to you, motioning to the rest of the long log beside him “We have much to discuss.”

Your legs wouldn’t move you from behind the dwarf. You were still quite afraid.

“She seems to have taken a liking to you Kili,” the wizard said to him. The rest of the company let out a soft chuckle of agreement. You couldn’t see it from your angle, but Kili smiled and nodded.

“Sit down child, we aren’t going to hurt you,” One of the dwarves sitting across the fire said. You took a deep breath to gather your courage. One false move by any of the others would have you bolting again.

You moved from behind Kili and sat beside the wizard still clutching the staff.

“May I take that from you?” the wizard politely asked. You handed it to him. He explained how this type of thing had happened to a couple of his wizard friends before, but he didn’t know the remedy or spell to undo it or how to prevent it from happening again. You sat quietly listening and nodding. He explained to you and the rest of the company that he was leaving to travel to his friend and inquire about your predicament. In the meantime, he convinced the company and its leader, Thorin you came to know, to keep you in the company as an innocent bystander to help around the camp and whatnot till Gandalf (the wizard) could figure out what to do with you. Gandalf gave you a small sack of coins, instructing you to get a bag, a bedroll, clothes, and any other necessities you’ll need at the next town.

As the fire died down so did the company. They got out their bedrolls and sleeping gear like a synchronized unit and as quickly as they started, they were all asleep snoring softly. Kili had first watch and was sitting on the ground next to you leaning against the log you were on. You slid onto the ground next to him curled with your knees to your chest. He looked over at you. You looked over at him.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you said not hiding the waver in your voice very well, “I’m so scared.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cried into your hands as quietly as possible, so you didn’t disturb and anger the others. If you had looked at Kili, you would have seen him in a slight panic and at a loss for what to do, he didn’t know how to console crying women. You sobbed into your hands knowing you just needed to let it all out then you’d be fine. Kili looked at the fire and put his hand on your back. Physical contact of any kind back home was next to nonexistent, it felt nice to know he was trying his best to comfort you. After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing and hiccups wracking through you, you began calming down. When you were able to breathe properly, you wiped your face even though tears kept falling. You sniffled and rested your chin on your knees letting the tears fall silently now.

“Do you feel better?” Kili guessed in a soft tone and rubbed his hand on your back.

You nodded at him, “Yes” You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes as best you could, “Thank you” You looked at him and smiled a little. He smiled and nodded too, still concerned but returned his hand to his lap. You sniffled and looked at the fire.

“Really though I don’t know what I’m doing,” you said. “I’ve never been camping before,” you paused to think. “I don’t know how to fight or use a sword or make a fire or hunt or-or—” You were working yourself up and starting to cry again. Kili cut you off before you could start sobbing hysterically again.

“WOAH! Woah!!” alarmed, he put his hand on your back again, “It’s ok. Calm down.” he said harshly, “Take a deep breath, that seemed to help last time,” He mumbled the last part under his breath. That made you smile despite yourself.

“You don’t know how to console someone, do you?” You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes. He shook his head and took his hand from you. “Seems we’re both out of our depth then,” you said making the mood a bit lighter.

“In my defense, I was raised in a pack of manly men,” He smiled fondly “It’s a wonder my mother got through to me at all.”

“So, you do have a mother,” you said, making him look at you quizzically “I assumed you were raised by wolves,” You shrugged. He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not completely wrong about that,” He smiled, looking over at the men across the fire. There was a momentary silence. “We’ll teach you those things, how to fight, how to make a fire, all that,” He looked over at you, “I mean who knows how long Gandalf will be, and you’d have to be pretty stupid not to pick up a thing or two even from this bunch.” You smiled and nodded; this calmed your nerves a little. A moment of silence fell between you again.

“Is it ok if I stay up with you?” you innocently asked, “I’m not very tired.”

“Sure,” he said casually, “May I ask about your life back in your world?”

“OK,” You nodded.

“What do you do?” he asked, you gave him a weird look. “Like for a living, how do you make money, how do you spend your days?”

“I’m a student at university at the moment.” He looked at you confused this time. “I spend my days studying at a desk, it’s boring and dull” You quickly summed up.

“Ooohh,” He said, “No wonder you couldn’t run for shit,” He laughed.

You scoffed, “So rude,” You huffed, failing to hide your smile. He was glad you were cheering up a bit.

“If it’s so boring and dull, why don’t you do something else?” He asked, naive to your world and its ways.

“It’s…complicated” you sighed “I have to study to do what I want to do for work even though I don’t want to work or study or do any of that, but I have to make money somehow because I need money to do stuff and buy things because the world I live in is shitty that way and it’s so frustrating sometimes,” you gritted your teeth to make your point.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” he asked, trying to understand your strange world.

“Sit on the beach,” You said without hesitation “…Listen to the waves…sleep on a blanket in the sun,” you sighed wistfully. “Die happy and rich.”

“That does sound nice” He agreed “I’ve never seen a tropical ocean before, the seas near the Blue Mountains are all frozen over.”

“Surely there’s a beach somewhere in this world,” You refused to believe the universe sent you to a world without a beach.

“There is! I’ve heard stories of Southern Gondor, where the sun makes the sand hotter than forges, and the water falls over the horizon in every direction.”

“That sounds like the beaches from back home,” You felt a little bad for him. You’d been practically raised at the beach because it was the only free thing to do in your hometown.

“May I ask a question?” you asked this time.

“Of course,” He shifted to lean against the log and face you.

“What are you guys doing?” you gestured to the camp around you.

“We are on a quest!” He said proudly, “A quest to take back our ancestral home from the dread dragon Smaug,” he said in a sinister voice. He explained about Erebor and the dragon and Thorin to catch you up. You listened, nodded, and took it all in, asking questions and giggling at his jokes. He was a decent storyteller.

“And I’m just along for the ride I guess,” you said deflated about your role in all this.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re quite good company,” He indulged; Kili always got so lonely on watch.

“Yay!” you said over a yawn, “I’d hate to bore any of you,” you replied, genuinely fearing your stories may never measure up to theirs. You leaned over and laid on the soft grass, curled in a ball with your arm as a pillow. You tried not to shiver from the cool evening breeze. You heard some shuffling of fabric, and then a blanket fluttered on top of you. You looked at Kili who smiled and said: “I’m quite the furnace at night, I’ll be fine without it,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” you said over another yawn. You didn’t expect to fall asleep but the next thing you knew it was early morning and you were awoken by the clanging of pots and spoons. You sat up and looked around to get your bearings.

‘Still in the same strange world’ you thought not fully awake. Kili appeared, greeted you good morning, and handed you a bowl of white goo he called porridge. You thanked him and ate your breakfast in silence like the rest of the company. While the men packed up the camp you were tasked with washing the dishes in a nearby stream. You were struck by the beauty of the incredible woods around you even in the dim morning light. You returned to camp and put the dishes in their bag, which was taken by one of your new companions. You felt out of place without a task among everyone who knew what to do. Balin saw you standing in the middle of the camp looking lost. He asked Thorin what they were to do about their lack of an extra pony for you. They decided you could ride with Kili seeing as he was the lightest (next to Bilbo) and his pony could take the weight and because you seemed the most comfortable with him. The old dwarf with a white-grey beard curled up at the ends approached you with as much of a nonthreatening air as he could muster.

“Good morning, my dear!” He greeted you with a chipper smile. “My name is Balin”

“Good morning,” you replied. “I don't quite know what I’m to be doing,” you said sheepishly.

“That’s ok lass, it’ll come with time,” he reassured, “For now, you’ll ride with Kili so you can see if he needs help getting ready.”

“Ok,” You nodded and started walking in Kili’s direction. You stopped in front of his pony and petted its nose and down its neck. “I’ve been told that I’m to ride with you,” you said timidly looking at him adjust his saddle. Kili looked at you and nodded.

“I’ll be happy to have a lovely conversation again” He smiled and looked back at his saddle, making the final arrangements.

He turned to you and said, “I’ll give you a leg up,” And jabbed a thumb at his pony. You nodded and approached the animal. You put your hands on the ponies back and bent your leg waiting for him to help. He leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear: “Wrong leg”. You blushed quite profusely at that and switched legs. He heaved you with such strength he nearly threw you over the other side of the pony. You made yourself comfortable behind the saddle before he hooked his foot in the stirrup and carefully mounted so he didn’t knock you off.

“You ok?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yep!” you smiled. He nodded. You were excited to see new lands even though you feared what they harbored.

“If you need to hold on to me when we get going you can,” he said, making you both blush despite yourselves.

A few moments later Thorin called out: “Company ready?” in a deep booming voice, “Aye!” They all replied in unison. “Company, move out!” He bellowed and urged his pony forward. The rest followed behind him one by one. When your animal lurched forward you grabbed Kili's waist for dear life. The company was silent till they got to the end of the forest. You had your cheek pressed against Kili’s shoulder and your chest against his back. The fur of his coat was very soft against your face as you turned your head to look over his other shoulder. You yawned but didn’t realize you did it right next to his ear and breathed down his neck. He determinedly kept his eyes on the pony ahead of him to keep the blush rising in his chest at bay.

“You can take a nap if you need to,” he said over his shoulder in a soft voice for only you to hear.

“That sounds like a good idea,” You yawned again. You buried your face in the soft spare fabric of the hood on his back and cuddled closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and sleep swiftly took you. He knew this because he could feel your breathing slow on the back of his neck. He was happy you could sleep and couldn’t help his smile. You shifted now and then, turning your head one way then a while later turning it the other. Kili tried not to talk or move too much in fear of waking your delicate slumber. By midday, you felt very well rested. You took a deep breath and released your grasp on Kili to stretch your arms above your head, arching your back to wake yourself up. You quickly slipped your arms around him again, so you didn’t fall.

“Good morning!” He chirped, “Well afternoon really,” he corrected with a smile, “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his shoulder “I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” you said thinking back on the restless weeks before your arrival in Middle Earth.

“Good,” He nodded. “Happy I could be of service.”

“Yes, you make quite the comfortable bed,” you replied.

An easy silence settled between you for a while. You contentedly watched the landscape pass by while he kept the pony on the path.

“What’s a good weapon for a beginner?” You asked knowing you needed to start wrapping your head around the fact that you could be stuck here forever and needed to protect yourself. He thought about that for a few moments.

“I’d have to say a bow,” He shrugged, “I don’t know honestly, lemme ask Fili,” he kicked up his pony to walk faster to be next to his brother. “What is the best weapon for a beginner?” He asked him. Fili glanced at you and thought for a moment.

“Hmm I think a sword would be easiest,” He replied, contradicting his brother.

“A sword?!” Kili said incredulously “No that’s one of the harder ones,” He swatted his hand as if to swipe the words from the air.

Fili scoffed “For you maybe,” he said barely keeping his teasing smile under control “But not to the rest of us, my weapon-challenged brother.” That made you giggle. Kili huffed and pulled his horse back, so he wasn’t beside his brother anymore.

“Are you that bad with a sword?” you asked, trying not to laugh too much.

“No!” he exclaimed, “I’m just better with a bow and arrows,” he pouted.

‘Awe he’s so cute when he pouts’ Your thought took you by surprise.

“Perhaps you can teach me, Archer,” Your voice was lower than you intended, making you both blush. Your breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver just a little. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his face so close to yours. He looked at your lips then deep into your eyes holding eye contact.

“Maybe I will,” he said in a deep gruff whisper that made you gasp and goosebumps rush over your skin. He turned back and smiled; proud he could get a rise out of you. You huffed and distanced yourself from him by leaning back, needing the space to calm down.

As night drew closer, Thorin led the company to the edge of a forest and found a shallow cave, more like a cliff overhang to make camp for the night. He told Fili and Kili to take care of the ponies and Oin and Gloin to make the fire. After the meals had been handed out Thorin told you to take Fili and Kili a bowl. You walked through the forest and found them looking at a downed tree in panicked awe.

“Something took 4 of the ponies,” Fili said to you, hoping you’d have the answer to their predicament.

“Yes, and…” you nodded at them trying not to panic yourself “What are you going to do about it since it’s your problem?”

The brothers decided to see what took the ponies and if they could handle it themselves, no need to worry Thorin, right? You followed them as they tracked the pony-nappers. Kili hid behind a tree and peeked around, you hid behind him and peeked over his shoulder. 3 large trolls were something to worry about, and a sight that made that dreadful feeling drop from your chest into your stomach. Your grip on Kili’s coat tightened.

He turned to you and said in barely a whisper, “Go back to camp and tell Thorin”.

Fili was immediately against it, huffing and puffing from behind his tree. Kili shrugged and motioned with hands as if to say, ‘What else would you have us do?!’ Fili huffed again and snuck around the tree. He tried to cut the rope fence with his sword, but he took too long. The trolls caught him. They were deciding ways to eat him when Kili looked at you in alarm and told you to go back to camp. You ran as fast as you could.

“Ponies! Big grey troll things took the ponies!” You said out of breath pointing the way you just came “Fili…in…danger”. Thorin cursed in dwarfish and rallied the company. Balin told you to keep your distance, so you didn’t get caught in the fight.

The dwarves fought bravely but were captured. Bilbo bid for more time while you thought of a plan. You heard the trolls complain about daylight coming and that gave you an idea. You saw the trolls had made camp in the shade cast by a large boulder. You wedged a branch under the rock and used the leverage to try to roll it. It was very heavy, and you were not. It took everything in your power to push the branch to roll the boulder down the ditch edge it rested on. The trolls were washed in sunlight, turning them to stone and freeing the company. They cheered when you stepped over the branch and into the clearing. You helped them from their confines and smiled and blushed when they praised your good job.

Back at camp the company gathered their things and discussed what to do now. Fili suddenly hushed the company.

“Warg howls in the distance,” He whispered to Thorin “They are coming!”

“RUN!” Thorin yelled at the company. Following Thorin everyone started running. You all ran as fast as you could onto a hilly plane sprinkled with trees and boulders. You ran and ran till the Wargs finally caught up. They began to encircle you. The company fought the beasts, taking them down as still more came at them. You went to hide behind the rock formation but fell into it instead. You climbed out as the Wargs were closing in.

“Down here!” you called “There’s a passage this way!” you slid down to make room for the others. Thorin was the last one, as he slid down a horn was blown near the entrance to the passage.

“I can’t see where it leads, do we follow?” One of the dwarves asked.

“Yes! We follow!” Thorin barged through the dwarves and led the company through the narrow pass. You all walked for a few minutes, but then Thorin rounded a corner and slowed as he realized where he’d unwittingly led the company. The rest kept walking around him, but Bilbo stopped and said in admiration: “Rivendell”. You stopped as well to take in the view before you. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A small town on the side of a mountain with water flowing from beneath some of the glittering structures.

As Thorin led the company over a bridge, you grabbed Kili’s arm to steady yourself as you looked around and took in the ornate statues and architecture of the front steps of a large building. A man much taller than you or the dwarves approached the group.

“We would like to speak to Lord Elrond,” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He was swallowing his pride for the betterment of the quest, that much was clear through his clenched fists and tense shoulders.

“Lord Elrond isn’t here,” The elf said regretfully.

“Then where is he?” Thorin’s patience was growing thin. A horn was sounded on the other side of the bridge you’d just crossed. Everyone turned to see a group of horses galloping towards them. The dwarves began shouting in dwarfish and closing ranks with their weapons ready for battle. You were pushed into the very center of the circle as tall horses and riders circled you. They stopped suddenly and the one on a black horse dismounted.

“My Lord Elrond,” The elf who first approached you said with a bow.

“Lindir” Elrond bowed his head at him then turned to the leader of your group, “Welcome Thorin son of Thrain,” He looked over the dwarf “You have your grandfather's bearings.”

“I’m afraid I know you only from the stories my grandfather told me,” Thorin was doing his best to be polite. (You were later informed that the stories were mostly about him being a ninny.)

“I’d like to offer you and your company a taste of our elfish hospitality,” Elrond said with a warm smile.

“Does that mean we’ll eat?!” Bombur called from the back. The company chuckled at him.

“Yes Bombur, that means we’ll eat” Dori replied. The company cheered at the prospect of a full belly and a warm hearth.

Not long after, you were sat next to Bilbo and Kili at a large table. The salad appetizers were very good despite the dwarves not liking green food very much. You giggled at their jokes about how bad the music was or how they wanted chips and meat. Thorin was sat at another table across from Elrond discussing something you couldn’t hear, but you could tell it pained Thorin to be in the other man's presence.

You turned to Kili beside you. “Thorin looks constipated,” you said in a low voice barely containing your laughter “He can’t even pretend to be enjoying this”. Kili looked over at his uncle and laughed with you.

When the meals were served there was boisterous laughter and general dwarfish shenanigans, the usual at any merry dwarfish gathering. Bilbo looked like he was having PTSD from when they were doing the same at his house at the beginning of the quest. At the end of the meal, Thorin and Balin disappeared with Elrond to discuss a map. You asked Kili if he would escort you to the markets with as much innocent girlish need as you could muster to solidify your security. He agreed and walked with you through the corridors and to the market. He helped you get a fair price on a bag, a blanket, and a bedroll. The next thing you needed was clothes to blend in.

“What do the women around here wear exactly?” You asked him. He shrugged.

“It depends, I guess” He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he followed you around the clothing stalls like a puppy.

“Gee, that’s a big help.” You teased.

After some more wandering you found a stall selling clothes that looked your size. You purchased a dark blue form-fitting tunic that stopped above your knees and had slits on the sides that went up to your hips. It paired very nicely with the brown pants and brown coat with dark blue highlights you bought as well. Kili helped barter with the merchants since you didn’t know the fair price of things here. In another section of the market, you bought spools of black, blue, and pink thread. You put your belongings in your new bag.

“Are we done?” Kili asked, sounding slightly annoyed. He was ready to go back to the others and be away from so many elves. You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. He led you through the busy crowded markets by holding your hand. You were thankful he was in front of you so he couldn’t see your blush. You made it back to the group, who had set up camp in a courtyard garden at the end of a hallway. Just as you arrived two female and two male elves came down the hallway.

One of the males stepped forward, “The bathhouse is ready for you now” he said to the group.

“Bath?! We don’t need no stinkin’ bath!” Exclaimed a dwarf from behind the fire. The rest heartily agreed, not ready to drop their pants on elvish soil it seemed.

“I’d like a bath” you timidly said, not wanting to make a fuss but very much wanting to be clean.

“Very good mistress dwarf, if you’ll follow us,” one of the female elves said. You were tense as you followed the four elves down the corridor, not sure what you were doing.

“You best go with her lad,” Dori said to Kili, “You never know what an elf might try to pull.” He glared at the back of the elves as they walked away. Kili nodded and ran after you.

“Y/N!” He called making you and the elves stop.

“Oh, change your mind, Kili?” You asked with an innocent smile, happy to have his company.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He smiled too.

You were led to a large door that opened into a covered hot spring that flowed over the balcony to create an assumably gorgeous waterfall. Columns lined the outer edge of the room which was split down the middle by a cloth partition. The male elves walked to one side of the divider with Kili in tow, while the females walked to the other. The elves asked that you wash under the heated shower of water off to the side before entering the hot springs. They left you to your own devices.

“I’ve never seen anything like this have you?” You asked Kili across the large room.

“No” He smiled at the wonder in your voice from seeing new things and making discoveries. He thought it was very cute.

You placed your bag and new clothes on the vanity in the corner. You undressed and stepped under the warm shower. You used the bar of soap you found to wash your hair and body. It was the best-smelling soap you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Hey, Kee?” You hollered.

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Do you plan on keeping your soap?”

“No…Why?”

“I’ll take it then. I’ll need extra anyway,” And you were so happy you did. That soap made your hair silky smooth and stronger than ever. You rinsed the suds away then stepped into the hot springs.

It felt luxurious. You couldn’t help but moan a little as the heat pulled every knot and tense muscle from you. Relaxed, you floated in the steamy water.

“You still there Kili?” you asked suddenly nervous he’d left you.

“Yeah, I’m here” He replied, “We shouldn’t take too much longer though, Thorin could be back any minute and who knows what kind of a mood he’ll be in.”

That made you enjoy the bath a little faster. Not long after you began drying off and getting dressed. You took the hairbrush and beads and other miscellaneous hair trinkets that were on the vanity. You looked in the mirror at your new outfit. It fit as you thought, though a little snugger in some places than others, hugging your curves to allow for movement yet still baggy for breathability and insulation. Overall, a nice ensemble.

“Ready Y/N?” Kili asked from across the partition.

“Yeah, you can come over, I’m just packing my things.” You replied, folding your old clothes, and putting them in your bag with the rest of your things.

“Here’s the soap” He handed it to you.

“Thanks!” You smiled at him; you simply wrote his flushed cheeks off to the hot water. When you stood, he was able to get a much better look at you in your new clothes.

“A perfect fit I see” He smiled, looking you up and down. He couldn’t help but imagine what you’d look like wearing nothing but his tunic. A line of thought he blushed at and quickly willed away.

“Does it look alright? I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit” You fussed with the hems and the folds trying to make them lay better. He grabbed your hand to make you stop fidgeting.

“You look great,” he said with a genuine smile. You smiled and nodded your appreciation.

You walked back to camp, making moneyless bets on what mood Thorin would be in when he returned.

As you approached Fili saw you in your new outfit and said, “Well look at this…” Making the rest of the company look at you too, “Our wee lass looks like a bona fide middle earther now!” They cheered at your near-complete indoctrination.

“Now she just needs to learn how to fight like one.” Bofur quipped from beside the fire.

“Then I wouldn’t need any of you to protect me!” You put the back of your hand to your forehead feigning a damsel in distress, making the company laugh. You sat on the ground beside the long chair Kili was now examining his weapons in and leaned against it. You held out a stone fish figurine to him.

“As a thank you for helping me” you cleared your throat “…And for being my friend.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you knew he was smiling a little around his reed pipe. He took it from your open hands. You know it wasn’t much but it’s all you could offer.

“Maybe one day you can return it to the ocean,” you said, referring to your previous conversation.

“Maybe I will,” he smiled down at you with genuine fondness.

“Bombur!” Bofur called before throwing a sausage to his cousin. The table, which took skilled elfin craftsman months, even years to craft and carve out of solid wood, collapsed under the massive weight of Bombur. Everyone erupted in laughter, it was nice to be part of the group and share in the merriment.

Thorin stopped Balin on their way back to the camp, “We should leave her here,” He said, “She is a liability.”

Balin had a terrible sinking feeling in his round tummy when he thought of splitting you up.

“So what if she is, Thorin?” Balin said near pleading. “Have you ever seen your nephew that happy or open with a girl that quick before? I’ve never seen the lad so engaged in a conversation that didn’t have to do with weapons before last night. So what if she dies on our quest, at least we gave them a chance to happen, and if fate finds their pairing favorable it will all work out!” Balin was desperate to keep you and the young prince together if only to keep the sinking feeling at bay.

Thorin huffed, “Very well, but her blood is not on my hands,” He walked away and into the camp.

Thorin and Balin returned, and the tone became slightly more serious—slightly. The company settled and laid their bedrolls in the grassy parts of the garden. You laid yours out as well and prepped for sleep by removing your shoes and coat. The night was warm enough that your blanket would suffice. You looked up at the stars wondering if any of the constellations were the same as back home. You cuddled your coat to your chest relishing the feel of the soft fabric. The low conversation between Fili and Kili, while they sat on watch across the fire, lulled you to sleep.

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His Equal

Everyone wondered why Lord Ayato, commissioner, head of the Kamisato clan, wielder of a hydro vision, would marry someone like you. You came from afar, had no vision, and wielded no weapon. Most assumed that was exactly why Ayato married you, a perfect housewife who could support the family. Yet four years into your marriage and no children resulted. You also continued to operate your import and export business, often travelling to other nations to procure and sell goods.

You paid no attention to the whispers. Such worries were already addressed between you and Ayato. You did not mind being without a vision. It was of no use in your career, and you were never trained with any weapon so it made no sense for you to suddenly be able to wield one. Ayato, though, mentioned you to be more dangerous with a contract than he could ever be with his sword to anyone who commented.

Such worries were beyond you on a night like this. You had no business matters to attend to. Ayaka and Thoma were out handling matters related to the Kamisato estate, and Ayato was out on a mission. You were not too worried about him as he mentioned this mission to be easy with a promise to return early. Even most of the staff had taken the night off, leaving you with the tranquility that comes from reading a book in an empty house. Having a place to create your personal library was certainly a huge perk to being married to Ayato.

Yet unbeknownst to you, a band of marauders were making their way towards the Kamisato estate, their walk steeped with one intention-- revenge. The marauder leader, Hiro, operated with vindication on his lips. Vindication for his older brother. They were raised together and taught the ways of their trade. They worked together, plotted together, stole together. But Hiro’s brother got tricked, led, and ambushed by none other than Ayato Kamisato. In his clutches, Hiro’s brother died when the group got attacked by a bunch of treasure hoarders, and in that night Hiro lost all he held dear. Now, he was out to return the favour to Ayato.

The Kamisato lord was currently hiding near a mountain pass, awaiting a tip that would never spruce up, while Hiro’s group made a move towards the estate. Yet Ayato was a man with a thousand eyes and one pair noticed the group. Lips moved and soon a staff member burst into your library, panting that word had come about a band of marauders making head for the estate. The noise drew the remaining staff into the library and soon chaos set in as voices urged and begged the Lady of the Kamisato estate to make a run for it.

But the Lady merely smiled and asked the messenger to repeat the news.

“How long do you think we have?”

“Half an hour at most, my lady. Lord Kamisato has already been informed but he’s too far to reach us in time. If we take the horses, we can possibly just loose them”.

You knew there were hardly enough horses for everyone, which meant they only meant for you to escape. Standing up, you gazed at the small group and cleared your throat.

“I will hitch the horses to a wagon to take those who wish to escape away. Those who wish to remain with me, step to one side”.

The group became silent upon hearing your words, but quickly returned to a fervour of protests to disregard them and value your life. You reached out an open palm towards the group.

“Please trust me”.

There was a history behind those words. Although you had been married to Ayato for four years, your career and different culture kept you distant from engaging with most of the Kamisato staff. The small group that remained with you tonight were the only staff members whose trust you gained. Which was why your three words eased their worries and they looked at you in silence acceptance. They knew what those words meant.

As you started to issue out orders and prepare for the marauders, warning winds reached Ayato whose blood ran cold on hearing the news. He did not know who was attacking you. He did not know Ayaka and Thoma were out. He did not know that most of the staff were gone. He did not know you were alone, defending the front lines with only six staff members against an army. For the second time in his life he was in the dark and all he could remember was the tragic result of the first. He would never reach you in time and all he, Lord Kamisato, Yashiro Commissioner, wielder of the hydro vision and sword, could do was hope. Hope and run.

The man that stood in front of you was very tall, strong, and young. Very young. Clad in your finest traditional gown and jewels, you gave a big smile as if you were greeting a relative and bowed.

“Welcome home brother!”

Hiro looked at you, confused. He had approached the estate, but before he could break the door down, it opened and this women appeared before him. Taking her appearance as a sign that she was the Lady Kamisato, Hiro raised his sword and yelled profanities, swearing he was here to take the woman’s life.

The woman only nodded and smiled again. “Yes, brother I understand. But first, my dear brother, as your older sister, you must let me oblige customs and feed you”.

Hiro stared at the woman utterly bewildered. Before he could do anything, the woman performed a welcoming ceremony and sprinkled water on his face. A scent of roses filled the air and the woman stepped back and gestured for Hiro and his men to enter the house. Hiro stared at her suspiciously. No doubt there were hidden attackers or some other trap awaiting him. The woman looked at him questioningly.

“Please enter brother. There is only me and six staff members in the house”.

Hiro didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just leave. He would lose face with his men and would no doubt be captured. He figured he might as well enter and see what this woman wanted. Besides, once inside, he and his men would have no trouble killing her, and really that was all that mattered, even at the cost of his life. So Hiro entered the house.

A delicious aroma wafted through the house and Hiro recalled that he had not had a proper meal in a long time. The woman beckoned Hiro towards another room.

“Before you eat, brother, you and your men must wash their face and hands”.

Hiro saw a servant appear with enough towels and soap for all the men. Everyone looked at Hiro who could only nod and oblige the woman’s orders. Once washed, Hiro stepped out and saw the woman once more. In her hands was a plate.

“Before you eat, you must first feed the dogs and cats, brother. They missed you immensely”.

Wordlessly, Hiro took the plates and followed the woman to another room. Two dogs and two cats awaited him patiently as he placed the plates of food down. As the animals ate, the woman approached Hiro and asked which he prefers, cats or dogs?

“Cats,” Hiro murmured.

The woman beamed. “Just like your older sister!”

She beckoned him to follow her and took him towards the dinning area. On one side, seated, were all his men. On the other side were the six staff members. Taking his place, Hiro watched as the woman served each person in the room. She served from the same vessels for both sides.

“Wait dear brother, watch my staff before eating. You will see there is nothing in the food”.

Indeed there was nothing in the food as the staff happily ate the food. Hiro gave into his hunger too and saw how happy his own group was. They too had gone long without food. Guilt flashed through Hiro’s mind as he realized how far he pushed his group for his older brother. They understood his sorrow and supported him, but, he realized as he ate, the body does tire so. The woman was very attentive to everyone, continuously refilling each plate until Hiro pushed his plate away and shook his head, belly full.

After washing his hands, Hiro noticed that only the woman remained. She had a key in his hands.

“You have fulfilled my wish brother, and now I must fulfill yours”.

She took him into a room. Resting along one wall was a cupboard. The woman unlocked the cupboard and backed away. Inside, Hiro could see a number of jewels, gold, silver, and mora. He turned to the woman shocked. She was kneeling on the floor and looked up at him.

“And now brother,” she whispered calmly, “you must kill me”.

Hiro flinched.

“You may take my wealth and my life, but brother, I beg you, please run away after killing me. I will not be able to protect you from my Lord’s anger when he sees my blood”.

She then bent her head and waited for Hiro to strike. It occurred to Hiro just then that the woman did not once try to remove Hiro’s sword. She left him and his group armed. She did not drug them. She gave him all her wealth. She did not threaten them, but implored him to escape before the Kamisato Lord appeared. She, she, she really was his older sister.

“So, I am safe from your lord as long as you are alive?” Hiro questioned. “Then how can I possibly kill you dear sister?”

The woman raised her head and stared right at Hiro. Hiro smiled.

“But I can’t go out there and face the world empty handed sister. I came here to fulfill a promise”.

Now the woman smiled and slowly pulled a paper from her clothes.

“Shall we make a new promise?”

...

A swarm of armed soldiers made their way to the Kamisato estate. At the front were Thoma, Ayaka, and Ayato. No one spoke, but everyone feared the worst, a repetition that would mark the Kamisato head as the most unfortunate citizen of Inazuma. The estate was calm and the lights were on in some rooms. Ayato felt paralyzed. Had she? No, he dare not bring his mind to that, not that. Someone noticed that the marauders’ horses were still about. Now angry flashed through Ayato. No doubt, they became careless of time in their greed!

“Lord Kamisato,” Thoma’s voice whispered, his face pale. “The horses are all still here”. Now Ayato felt his world beginning to unravel. Then, that can only mean she’s still in the house. He wanted to run in, tear through everything until he could find you, find whoever intruded into his home, his solace, his love and run them through. Just as the thought ran through him, Ayato realized everyone was looking at him, awaiting his orders. He stood straight, and spoke only when he could feel the night’s cool breeze once more.

“Surround the house. No one should be able to enter or escape without notice”.

Stationed near the front of the estate, Ayato was about to give the orders to infiltrate, when movement near the side caught his eyes. Thoma approached with his polearm out and quickly brought it back. A man, Ayato recognized emerged and quickly approached the Kamisato Lord.

“She’s safe my Lord”.

Ayato wanted to collapse with those words, but he nodded instead.

“She will step out soon. Please follow her with Lady Ayaka and Thoma. All will be made clear soon”.

Just as the man said those words, the front door opened and there stood in all her resplendence was Ayato’s pride.

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Hiro gave you one last tight hug and left the estate with his group. A hundred tears and a thousand words had been shared over this new contract, but the end result was a night of no bloodshed and a new ally. Your ally.

You turned towards your husband who sat at his desk. Although he wore a soft, tired, expression on his face, you knew he was still having trouble digesting what occurred tonight. The set up. The threat. The way you handled it. The concern you placed on the staff, giving them time to escape to the stables, a hitched wagon ready should things not go according to your plan. Ayato shuddered. He was so so close to losing you. A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see you with a smug, waiting, expression on your face.

“Didn’t I say you were deadly with a contract?”

“You did,” you quipped, eyes narrowing in pleasure.

Ayato reached out and pulled you into his lap, bringing you closer until his head rested on your chest. You were still dressed finely and your expression was one, that on any day would have piqued his curiosity on what exploit you conquered. But tonight, tonight, all Ayato sought was your heartbeat. You moved a hand through his hair, letting the silence take its toll on the Kamisato head.

“Weren’t you scared,” Ayato whispers, hands tightening around your waist.

“Yes, I couldn’t guarantee anything”.

“So how did you pull it off,” Ayato asked lifting his head to look into your eyes. They lost their playfulness, but what remained behind were the solid calm eyes that looked straight through things and took life head on.

“My pride outweighed my fear. Diluc and I have a wager on who can ship products faster to each other’s nations. I have a shipment ready to depart for tomorrow that would have let me beat his record and I wasn’t about to be stopped my own possible death”.

Ayato burst out laughing. Archons he loved you.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #Ayato #ayato #Ayato Kamisato #Kamisato Ayato #writing

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crispysoupwonderland · 2 months

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~It Will All Be Ok~ (2)

William Afton/Dave Miller x Nb/AFAB reader

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Notes: kinda proofread, smut coming soon (be patient doll) (art by me again used base)

Cw: Animal violence

Part 1

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You put on your purple button-down, black tie, staff name tag, and black slacks. The uniform was basic and a bit too loose on you, but it was comfortable.

“Today is going to be a good day, today is going to be a good day,” you mumble to yourself as you look into the mirror. A knot begins to form in your stomach, and you’re nervous.

Your Mom isn’t anywhere to be found in the house, she is probably out working. You check your watch, 4:30 pm. You were working the late afternoon to closing shift, not ideal in your book but then again you did say you could work any shift.

You pat the sweat from your forehead as you enter the now lively and chaotic restaurant. The noise is over stimulating, maybe this wasn’t the best job for you.

You quickly walk into the back and push open the door labeled STAFF ONLY DO NOT ENTER. You’re met with others and taking their breaks seemingly drained with dark bags under their eyes. You glance around looking for Mr. Afton, he is most likely in his office.

“Hey new kid,” a boy seemingly about your age walks up to you and puts his arm around your shoulders.

“Um, hi?” you say a little confused and put off by his forwardness.

You hear the clacking of shoes and then the squeaky hinges of the door opening. William comes in and looks at scowls when he notices you.

“Please keep your hands to yourself, Marco..I will not repeat myself”

“Yes boss,” he says sarcastically and nonchalantly.

Mr. Afton cleared his throat to get the employees' attention. “Hello everyone this is y/n as you were informed, they are now working here as a janitor, please treat them with respect,” he glares at Marco,” and show them how things work here.”

Mr. Afton walks up behind you puts his hand on your back and leans into your ear,“If he becomes a problem let me know, darling~”

Your face turns bright red and you nod. You try to hide that you're flustered by turning away and putting your bag in your work locker. He was just trying to be polite, right? You clock in and grab the bucket, mop, broom, and other cleaning supplies from the storage closet.

Your shift goes by slowly and you make mistakes here and there, you feel like you’re being watched the whole shift but you can’t seem to place where this feeling is coming from. It must just be from all the kids running around. You wipe the sweat from your brow and notice that the customers are starting to dwindle as it gets later and later, you’re not surprised I mean it is a kids' establishment. Before you know it Freddy’s is closed and you finish mopping and sweeping the main arcade area (which undoubtedly was the messiest).

You feel the hairs on the back of your next stand-up. You dart your head around looking behind you. You can’t shake the feeling of being watched and now it is starting to creep you out.

“Hello, love..”

You jump, knocking over the bucket of water and dropping the mop, “OH FUCK YOU SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME,” your heart is racing.

“ W-what is it?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath.

“Well darling, I’ve done so much for you already you know? I was just wondering if you could do something for me in return, you honestly owe me don’t you think?” he says in a sinister tone.

“Um… ya thanks for the job and everything, but I don’t really want to do that if that’s what you're talking about, you’re kinda you know…” you glance at him moving your eyes up and down.

“No darling, not that..” he says with a hint of disdain in his voice. “ I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me, on a date.”

You nervously laugh, surely he’s joking.

“Um, n-no thanks sorry.. I um I gotta go now too you know, my shift is over now.”

“Oh no that’s not a problem doll, sorry for being so, forward..” he turns around and walks towards his office without meeting your eyes.

You can’t help but feel a little bad for rejecting him but this was just too soon, too suddenly, and you didn’t have time to prepare yourself to be in a relationship. You didn’t think that being in a relationship with your boss was appropriate either, talk about power dynamics…

You lazily clean up the bucket of mop water you spilled and go to change out of your uniform in the locker room and pack up your stuff to leave. You still feel eyes on you no matter where you go. You just want to go home.

You get home and immediately slump face-first into your couch, what a long day. You look around expecting Callie to come to greet you but he is nowhere to be found, however, you hear your mother rummaging around in the kitchen.

“Hi honey, how was your first day at work?”

‘It was o-... It was good Mom,” you force a smile “I, I had a good time, well, as good as a time you can have while mopping floors. But my coworkers are nice and my boss is too…”

“That's great sweetheart!” she pulls you in and kisses you on the head. “I know you would be getting back a bit late so I made you some dinner.”

“Mom you didn’t have to, thanks.” you take a scoop of pasta and put it in a bowl.

“Where is Callie by the way, he always comes and jumps on me whenever I get home,” you say while shoveling food into your mouth.

“Oh I let him outside he is probably still running around, he’s been out there a while, let him back in when you go to sleep”

“Ugh he is such a goof, I will, don’t worry about it”

Your Mom heads to bed and you sit in the dimly lit kitchen finishing your pasta, and the title feels colder without your mom with you. Callie still hasn’t come to the door yet. You turn on the TV and wait a little longer for him to come inside. You decide to go out with a crappy flashlight and look for him.

“Callieeeee! Callie, come here boy!”

He would normally come by now, he’s never done this before. You continue looking around the neighborhood. ‘He knows not to leave, he wouldn’t just run off’ you thought.

You begin to loop back around and go toward your house again. You spot something in the corner of your eye. You cautiously approach, not knowing exactly what it is, and the crappy flashlight isn’t helping. You cover your mouth with your hand. You’re going to throw up. You find lumps of matted fur and blood all over the grass. Callie’s carcass lies there, still, unmoving.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf movie #dave miller

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karatekels · 7 months

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Scream For Me – Chapter 2:

I think I'm a bad person for writing this. I do have a little epilogue in my head that involves the aftercare that we don't get to in this scene (which is very important, but it's late and I know at least SOME of you have been waiting long enough), so I might write that once DDO is over. Any-hoo, enjoy!

Also, I'd recommend having Terry Silver's theme on loop, especially while reading his POV!

Part 1 Here

TW: OH BOY... Violence, knives, threats, stalking, psychological torture, begging, bondage, gagging, spanking, graphic sex, all wrapped up in a bow that isn't really consensual non-consent (at least not in a healthy way), but hey, I'm not an expert.

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Terry’s POV:

He watches you pick up the note through his binoculars, lurking in the shadows of the garden and giggling like a madman. He was beginning to wonder if you would ever come out of the damn bath – he had snuck into the bathroom to steal your phone almost two hours ago. With your head tipped back against the lip of the tub and your eyes closed, you had looked so serene…

He hopes you had enjoyed that feeling while you could.

The emotions on your face change from a soft sweetness to confusion and then horror, and would have made a triptych worthy of any art museum if he had had the forethought to photograph you in this moment. But no matter; this was all for him anyway, and he didn’t plan on forgetting tonight any time soon.

The cards had been a particular stroke of genius, in his opinion. Taking a symbol of the sweet, considerate Terry that you know and love and perversely twisting it into a threat was the perfect way of letting you know just what you were in for.

You throw on your silk robe – a deep purple, and a compliment to his red one – over your pyjamas and leave the bedroom, and he laughs to himself again. The game had begun.

He trails after you from outside the house, watching you through the expansive windows as you move down the hall from one room to the other in search of the staff, seeing your lips move as you called for someone’s – anyone’s – attention.

But no one was coming for you tonight – no one but him.

You start to look around you nervously, quickening your pace as you start to panic, and Terry cannot wait to get inside, to taste your fear in the air. So he does just that, slipping in silently through the one window he had left open on the property; the rest of the place, doors and windows, had been locked shut, their passcodes changed and only known to himself and Victor.

You really shouldn’t have put him in this position; he hasn’t had this much fun in far too long.

Closing the window behind him, sealing the two of you inside, he stalks down the hallway towards the staircase, hearing you descending from the third floor.

You move hesitantly to the kitchen, and he follows close behind, slipping from shadow to shadow with the ease of long practice. This isn’t something that one forgot how to do, no matter how much therapy one underwent.

You spot his second card on the kitchen counter, and look over your shoulder, clearly paranoid. He wonders if you’ll be too afraid to actually pick it up, but after a long moment you force yourself to walk over to it, reaching out with trembling fingers. He holds his breath, eagerly wanting to watch your reaction as you take in the words on his card:

You can’t hide.

He times it perfectly – right as you let out a gasp, he cuts the power to the house through the app on his phone, plunging the mansion into darkness, and you let out a startlingly arousing shriek of surprise and fear. Terry had never been one to shy away from being dramatic, but he is particularly proud of his theatrics in this instance.

“Terry?” you call out, your voice quivering and higher than usual. Terry doesn’t respond, he doesn’t even blink, drinking in your silhouette in the moonlight.

“Victor, if this is your idea of a joke, I swear –”

He interrupts you with a whistle that pierces the silence, the same tune that he always whistled, and you let out a whimper, reflexively stumbling back a few steps away from the noise.

“Terry,” you snarl his name, glaring at him in the darkness, though he sees through the show of bravado; you are too terrified to move, even knowing that it’s him.

Good.

When he still doesn’t respond, your anger disappears as quickly as it came on, and he watches you bite that spot on your lower lip with anxiety.

“T-Terry, if you l-lied about being away just to go to all this t-trouble to make yourself seem s-scary, I’m going to be so mad…” you argue with the darkness, now looking in the complete wrong direction of where he lurked, shrouded by shadows. You were going to be mad at him? How precious.

You get restless standing in the silence, and dash out of the kitchen, heading back around to the stairs at the front of the house. He follows, ghosting along behind you, keeping his distance. He wanted to watch you come apart for awhile longer before he really got things going.

You walk to the foyer and grab a pair of shoes from the front door, slipping them on while looking around you the whole time.

“I’m not scared of you, Terry Silver. I’m pissed, and I’m leaving!” you announce, moving to pull the front door open and scowling at it when it doesn’t budge. You double check the lock, grabbing the handle with both hands now and tugging with all your might. He can hear your breath coming harder and faster now, as you move to the keypad next to the door, punching in the code. It flashes red, seeming to mock you, and you whirl around in panic that you weakly attempt to disguise as fury.

“Seriously!?” you growl, stomping up the stairs and heading to his office on the second floor; it still had a landline.

He grins, the moonlight making his bared teeth glow, and sneaks up the stairs after you to find a good hiding spot with a view of the office door. He waits for a minute, smirking in the shadows, then hears you let out a scream of frustration as you realize it has been disconnected. As soon as you quiet down he starts whistling again, sending you barreling out of the room, your eyes darting from side to side as you try to pinpoint him from the sound.

“Okay, that’s enough. You’ve had your fun, now knock it off!”

Even at the beginning, your anger hadn’t exactly had him shaking in his boots, but it was downright pitiful now. Did you really think that you were going to be the one deciding when this was over?

In a way, he supposes you will; once he’s got you broken down, crying, pleading for mercy and forgiveness, he’ll come back to himself, come back to you. Lick your wounds clean if you’d let him; and you would.

Still, it couldn’t hurt to kick things up a notch.

He dashes down the hall to another alcove, making sure to pound his feet against the floor, his loud steps thundering and echoing through the halls. You back away with a strangled scream, your eyes wide with fright as you track his shadowy figure before you turn and run full tilt into the East wing of the house. Terry moves after you, quickly and silently trailing after the sound of your footsteps as you move into the room housing his weapons collection.

He takes the long way around, going through the library, hearing the scraping of metal on metal as he approaches you from behind. Slipping into the room silently, you stand facing away from him, brandishing the sword at the doorway you had entered from.

“Terry, if that’s you, you’d better come out right fucking now, or I’m going to start swinging this thing.”

‘This thing’was a centuries-old katana that you had snatched off of it’s gilded kake, each piece worth more than you could possibly imagine. You had no idea how to use it, and were in far more danger of hurting yourself than you seemed to realize. And that wouldn’t do; he was the one who would be controlling your pain – He knew how to wield pain, how to use it to stretch pleasure in ways you never even dreamed were possible. And he would show you tonight.

Unsheathing the dagger at his hip, he silently raises the blade up in the air, turning it so that it reflects the moonlight onto the wall in front of you to catch your eye. You yelp, spinning around and holding the blade out in front of you – he can see the thin metal wavering in the air – and he knows he has to get that away from you quickly before you sliced yourself accidentally.

“Careful, sweetheart. You could hurt yourself,” he warns you, his voice soft and sweet and standing in harsh contrast to the circumstances.

You look at him with wide, unblinking eyes, your face lit up by the moonlight and your body vibrating with tension. You have not lowered the katana.

“Terry, what the hell are you doing?!” you hiss at him, still trying to put on a brave (or at least angry) face.

“Showing you what I’ve been keeping from you all this time, my dear,” he purrs with a feral grin, taking a step towards you. “It’s about time you saw me for who I am, what I am.”

“W-Why?”

“Because you didn’t believe I was capable of it.”

He lunges forward with the dagger, knocking the katana safely out of your hands with one swing, and you scream, stumbling away from him.

“Terry, you could have hit me!” you exclaim while he calmly sheathes the dagger. He cocks his head at you, almost offended. You were still doubting his abilities, even now?

He takes a threatening step towards you, and you scamper backwards. He follows your movements with his own, slowly guiding you into a corner; when your back finally hits the wall, you let out a whimper, your eyes filled with pure terror.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N,” he coos, closing the distance between you. “I would never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice oh-so-innocent as he cages you in with his body.

“I-I… Yes,” you breathe, even as you press yourself further against the wall, away from him. He grins wolfishly, erasing the space between you by pushing his body flush against yours and feeling you shudder at the contact. Slowly and so gently, he reaches up with one large hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you let out a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering closed.

That same hand wraps around your throat, pinning you in place, and he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“But you know that I could now, don’t you?” he whispers, feeling your choked gasp through his fingertips around your neck.

“Terry, you’re scaring me,” you confess in a tiny voice, your eyes shut tight.

“Good.” He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder against him again, letting out a primal cry of fear. Suddenly, his weight is off of you and he’s pulled you by the arm, flinging you in the direction of the doorway.

“But I’m not done proving it to you yet.”

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Reader’s POV:

This was a nightmare.

You can’t remember ever being this scared; you’ve never come close.

Your Terry, your loving, doting Terry… had this really been inside of him all along?

Looking at him now, his hair back in a messy ponytail, dark clothing that helped him blend into the night, his eyes shining brighter than the moonlight streaming through the window, he’s like a demonic creature, looming over you and waiting to strike. Your heart is pounding so loudly you can’t even think straight.

“Terry, you don’t need to prove it to me anymore, okay? I was wrong,” you say, trying to reason with him.

“Words are actions, and actions have consequences.”

“Terry, can we please stop this? I don’t want this,” you try for begging instead.

“Oh but sweetheart, you do.” The confidence with which he says it nearly has you questioning yourself.

“What? No, I –”

“Why haven’t you used our safeword?” he asks you bluntly, giving you an indulgent, mocking smile.

“I…” you start, but trail off when you couldn’t think of an excuse. Why hadn’t you?

You had known that this was Terry almost immediately; the notes had been in his handwriting, only he could empty the place of the staff, the haunting whistling was the tune he whistled.

Was it because you knew it was him and that, terrified as you were, you did believe that Terry wouldn’t actually hurt you? Even so, he was still frightening you more than you would have thought possible…

Or was it the knowledge that if you weren't you, if you didn't mean what you did to him, he could do absolutely anything to you and you would be powerless to even try stop him, and that a part of you wanted this dark, twisted side of him to have his way with you, to own you just as the rest of him did?

Arousal burns through your adrenaline at the thought. Oh.

“There she is, there’s my girl,” he purrs, sounding proud as you realize what he clearly had ages ago. Strangely, the knowledge that your life isn’t in danger doesn’t have you feeling relieved; you’re still on edge, you’re still paranoid, you’re still scared.

“I’ll give you a ten second head start this time, babygirl,” he informs you, staring at you like you’re prey, “and trust me when I say you’re going to be hurting tomorrow if I catch you.”

Your mouth goes dry, and you don’t waste any time, turning and sprinting away from him. Where could you even go? He would hear you, he would find you, he was so much faster…

But you were smaller.

You fly down the stairs to the main floor, frantically looking around you. Where could you hide that Terry wouldn’t look, or think to look? You had to hurry; your time was almost up. You hear him start to whistle the same chilling tune, a tune you’ll never be able to hear again without thinking about tonight, and start to panic as you slide into the living room.

There.

The fireplace. You think back to the other day, of Terry telling you that he had once climbed into a fireplace to hide, when he had broken into that old man’s house for information for his crazy revenge plan. It would be uncomfortable and unpleasant; and he would never suspect it.

Plus, there was a sweet sort of poetic justice to evading him using the methods he had told you about during the conversation that had started this whole debacle. You were determined to wait him out, all night if you had to. Trying not to make a sound, you drop to your knees, crawling into the pitch-black and feeling your way around. You're grateful you still have your shoes on, at least, though you’re pretty sure your favourite robe is ruined from the ashes as you manage to tuck yourself into a corner.

You hear him descend the staircase at a leisurely pace that makes a shiver run down your spine. Something about him acting as though he had all the time in the world was incredibly unsettling. You strain your ears, trying to listen for any sound of him approaching, and then you see his legs walking past you, through the living room and towards the kitchen.

You hold your breath, and don’t blink, not relaxing until long after he’s disappeared from view.

You slowly let out your breath, your head falling onto your knees. Hopefully you had some time before he came around again…

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You have no idea what time it is, or how long you have being sitting curled up in the coals, but your whole body is cramped and aching. Maybe you could slip out just for a minute or two, just to stretch...

You would just stick your head out, just to listen for the sound of his footsteps, or that damned whistling again. Like a turtle coming out of its shell, you slowly stick your head out of the fire place, your head turned to look at the door. It seems like the coast is clear…

You go to turn back, to slowly step out of the fireplace and not get caught on the grate, but he’s there, squatting on the balls of his feet, looking down at you with a devious smirk on his face.

“Gotcha.”

You’re too startled to even scream, your mouth opening and closing wordlessly as you try to scramble back into your protective cavern like an animal. But Terry is on you immediately, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and the other snatching up your wrist, roughly yanking you out from under the mantle and throwing you onto the couch in a heap.

Before you can recover, there is an ominous ripping noise, and he slaps a strip of duct tape over your mouth none too gently. You can’t help but try to scream through it despite knowing it’s useless.

“Can’t have you waking the neighbours now, can we?” he jeers, laughing at you as you thrash against him as he tries to bind your hands behind your back, wrestling you into place. As he pins you down, you feel his hard cock against you, and fight back a shudder. This was really getting him off.

“You thought that you could just curl up and hide from me? Poor little thing; you never stood a chance,” he mocks as he pulls you up onto your knees, your arms now useless. Grabbing your chin from behind, Terry forces you to look at to the fireplace. There’s a half-empty glass of whiskey on the mantle. Neat, just the way he liked it.

You make a muffled, incredulous noise through the duct tape and he laughs, dark and husky, in your ear.

“You held out in your little bunker longer than I thought you would, sweet thing, but I was right out here waiting for you the whole time.”

Hot, embarrassed tears slide down your face, adding to the horror boiling up in the pit of your stomach. You’d thought you had been so cautious, so clever, and he had been watching and waiting the whole time as you sat huddled up with the ashes, terrified.

Terry grabs your upper arm, dragging you back to the fireplace and pointing down to the floor. Forcing your gaze downwards, you see charcoal residue all over the floor.

"If you were anyone else, I'd have you cleaning the dirt you just got all over my floor with your tongue. Instead, your cheek can wipe it up while I make you mine.”

A feeling of angry revulsion washes over you, and you manage to wrench your arm out of his grip and charge towards the couch, leaping over the back of it despite your body’s protests at the sudden movement. You take a couple of steps backwards, keeping the couch between you and Terry, not that you think it’ll do you any good.

He laughs delightedly, clapping his hands in front of him.

“This is why I was so captivated by you the first time we met, Y/N. You’re so fiery – no pun intended – even when you’re so obviously outmatched. You never know when to give up.”

You’re thrown off balance by the strangely-timed compliment, and it gives Terry the opportunity to hurdle the couch with ease. You turn to run but are far too late, and he kicks out at the back of your knees, grabbing hold of you before you can hit the ground and sending you sliding across the floor.

The way he does it is so measured and precise, and while you can appreciate that he doesn’t want you to be really, seriously hurt, it isn’t lost on you that he knows exactly how to do this for a reason. The same knowledge and skill he’s using to bat you around like a cat with a ball of yarn could be used to break you, and that little bit of insight is what has you giving up, curling up on the floor with your hands bound behind your back.

Terry’s booted foot wedges itself underneath your hip, lifting you up and rolling you onto your knees. He tangles a hand in your hair, keeping you facing forward while he comes to kneel behind you, and you’re not proud of the thrill of anticipation that runs through you.

His other hand comes around, slowly and gently untying your robe and pulling it open. He gropes you roughly over your pyjamas, and you let out muffled moans before he abruptly pulls his hand away.

“I thought I had taught you to not bother with pyjamas, Y/N,” he tsks as if disappointed. “Now I’ve got to ruin them.”

He brings his hand up in front of you again, this time clutching the dagger he’d had earlier. You arch away from it reflexively, and Terry’s grip tightens in your hair as he presses the cold face of the knife to your collarbone.

“Stay still, little doll. We don’t want any accidents,” he hisses in your ear, and you tilt your head back, baring your neck and trying to stay still. He slips the blade slowly between your breasts, and your breath hitches as he slices through fabric of your pyjama top with ease.

“That’s it,” Terry coos approvingly. “Head down.”

You immediately tuck your chin, and feel him brush your hair over your shoulders. He teases the knife at the nape of your neck, and you clench your thighs and your teeth, fighting to keep still as you feel him slice the back of your robe, the tip of the blade ghosting along your spine. He sets the knife against the floor, grabbing the two halves of the robe and pulling them away from your body.

You lunge forward in one last attempt at freedom, but he grabs your ankle, pulling you backwards and yanks your pyjama bottoms down to your ankles, impeding your motion.

“It’s almost like you want me to hurt you, Y/N,” he snarls, spanking you hard and making you leap forward again with a muffled groan.

“You do, don’t you?” taunts you, spanking you again. “Such a filthy fucking slut, even after all this.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Without the duct tape, you think you’d be drooling all over the place. Terry’s dirty talk always drove you wild, but degrading you like this while you laid on the kitchen floor, bound and gagged and covered in soot, nearly has you passing out.

“Show me how much you want it, baby,” he demands, and you don’t hesitate, immediately spreading your knees and dropping your head and shoulders to the floor, arching your back as much as you can to show him your slick entrance. Your nipples and one of your cheeks press against the cold floor and you whimper, looking back at him with pleading eyes.

Terry is staring down at you with dark eyes, his lips slightly parted and an almost feral expression on his face, curls of hair falling out of his ponytail and framing his face.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathes. “I want to ruin you.”

You groan, so turned on you can feel your pussy leaking down your thighs, writhing against the floor and waggling your ass at him, desperately looking for some stimulation. His hands move to his belt and he quickly pulls his cock out, rock hard and leaking at the tip.

He moves behind you, one hand wrapping around your bound wrists, the other guiding his cock to your entrance and thrusting into you in one smooth motion, immediately setting a brutal pace that has you screaming as much as you can through the duct tape.

“I should always be buried inside you,” he growls, snapping his hips against yours at just that perfect angle to have you nearly going cross-eyed, your knees likely already bruised from the position. He uses his grip on your wrists to pull you back onto his cock as he fucks you, using your body deliciously. You can already feel yourself getting close.

“I can feel your cunt throbbing around my cock,” he groans, slowing down his hips to pound into you with hard, deep thrusts. “You’re coming so quick just from being used. Such a dirty little girl,” he hisses approvingly, and you see stars as you clench around him, coming hard with a shriek.

Terry doesn’t give you a moment’s rest; in fact, he increases his pace again, moving his hand from your wrists up to your hair, pulling your head back with a fistful and making your spine bow even more. You swear you can feel him in your heart, he’s fucking you so hard, and you let him know how good he makes you feel, screaming until you’re dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

“You know I love you gagged, but I want to enjoy every scream from that pretty throat.”

He unceremoniously rips the duct tape from your mouth, likely taking a layer or two of skin with it, and you scream in pain even as you suck in deep breaths of air.

“Terry, pleeease!” you groan out, your voice hoarse and raspy. He releases your hair, letting you slump to the floor, so he can grip your waist, his large hands nearly wrapping completely around it. Your head hits the ground hard enough to sting, but it only adds to your perverse pleasure as you sob at the overstimulation.

“My little fucktoy wants to come again, huh?” Terry snarls, using his bruising grip to pump you on his cock. You wail, unable to articulate a response; you can’t think straight, you barely have the wherewithal to remember to breathe.

“I’m gonna make that pretty pussy come on my cock again, and it’s gonna milk every drop out of my cock, isn’t that right?” You nod frantically, but that’s not enough for him.

“Dirty girls with greedy little cunts beg nicely to get pumped full.”

Fuck, he was filthy.

And you know it means he’s close.

“Please Sir, I need your come!” you beg desperately, barely hanging on. “I’m a good girl, fill me up!”

He comes with a roar and you follow after, the feeling of him coming deep inside you sending you right over the edge. You clamp down around his cock, making him hiss with pleasure that teeters right on the cusp of pain.

“Oh fuck yes, Y/N!” he pants, still thrusting erratically into you, “My good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir!” you moan, the words coming out as natural as breathing.

“Now every time I fuck you, you’ll remember exactly what I’m capable of, isn’t that right love?” Terry coos down at you once he catches his breath, kissing your sweaty shoulder as he cuts through the duct tape on your wrists.

You’re too spent to nod, let alone speak, and settle for a wordless moan of agreement, letting yourself slump to the ground, whimpering as more of your bare skin hits the cold floor.

You don’t remember how you get to bed, but it comes back in bits and pieces eventually.

*whistles innocently and walks away*

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Uncertain Ground (4)

WC: 1.6k words Warnings: 1970s, angst, fluff. Hurt/Comfort. A/N: Happy New Year, babes!

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Abby threw a look back at her agent as she was zipped up, seeing herself in the shiny dress Ben had delivered to her house this morning, right before she left for the Tonight Show.

“Kid, this is the best thing that could ever happen to us!” Estelle exclaimed, cigarette dangling from her lips. “The Tonight Show? This is going to put us right back in Vought’s radar! How did you even get this?”

She glanced back at her and hesitated.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have her know about Ben.

He was, after all, still linked to that stupid Countess.

“I had a friend,” she shrugged, at least. “They needed someone to fill in, she knew about me and owed me a favour… you know how that works.”

Estelle hummed along, writing something down while holding her monster of a mobile phone as a stable surface.

“Yeah, yeah,” she agreed, and Abby knew she hadn’t paid attention to a single word of hers. “We haven’t had a gig like this since back when your mother was still alive, I thought your career was sinking after that.”

She tried to hide her face as she cringed.

Yes, after her mother had died, she didn’t need to perform and could do what she wanted.

She didn’t mind that her career wasn’t as flashy anymore.

“Stable face,” the makeup girl whispered.

Abby tried not to growl, composing herself while she finished any detailing, and watched Estelle stand up.

“I’m going to go talk to the wait staff, these drinks aren’t even good enough to fill the bottle they’re in,” she grunted.

Yep, it was clear why Estelle and her mother got along so well.

The makeup artist pulled away practically a minute after, done with her, and Abby almost jumped when someone knocked on her door.

“10 minutes!”

“Okay,” Abby mumbled.

The moment the makeup girl was about to leave her alone, stomps echoed through the floor.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” a woman growled. “Where is she?”

The door slammed up, and Abigail stood right up, shielding the makeup girl without even thinking.

“You!”

Her eyes widened. Crimson Countess was standing right before her, as red on the face as her hair colour.

She clenched her jaw, not knowing what to say.

What was she doing in her dressing room? What was she even doing in the studio?

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Crimson growled. “This was my performance tonight.”

What?

No, Ben had said he had gotten this gig for her!

He wouldn’t displace someone else just to put her in it.

Abby opened and closed her mouth.

“I…” she stuttered.

“Shut up!” Crimson shouted. “I don’t want to hear anything from your stupid mouth, you’re going to fucking leave, or I’m gonna-”

Before she could finish, a heavy set of footsteps walked into the room.

“I can hear you screeching from a mile outside,” he accused. “What the fuck is going on?”

Abby’s eyes widened at Soldier Boy’s arrival, and Crimson stopped, stunned.

“This was my show,” she tried to remain resilient, raising her chin. “I had it set up with Edgar and the Legend for months-”

“You’re still in the fucking interview,” he interrupted her, growling angrily. “No one’s gonna care if they don’t hear your melodic crap.”

“I care!” Crimson argued back. “And who even is she?! Is she even a super or another airhead you pulled from the casting couch? I didn’t know you even fucked any ne-”

Before she could finish her word, Soldier Boy grabbed her by the neck, and Abby could feel the makeup girl flinching behind her.

She expected him to say something or to yell at her, but he just gripped her neck in silent rage, squeezing and squeezing as she gasped, trying to tear his hands off her neck.

"Ben!" Abby finally gasped, finding her voice again. "Please, stop! You’re gonna hurt her."

Crimson’s eyes darted to her, looking shocked, and Ben turned to look at her just as well.

And Abby saw nothing. No kindness or care, just an empty look devoid of any feelings.

Like he didn’t care about anyone or who he was hurting.

Like he wasn’t someone completely different.

He blinked, suddenly, and pulled his hand away, just standing in place as Crimson collapsed to her knees, and Abby thought if she should get to her. Yet, her feet wouldn’t even move.

Ben just looked down at her, like she was scum under his boot.

“Get out of here,” he stated coldly. “And you too. Leave us alone.”

Crimson pulled herself back to her feet, and glared at Abby before leaving through the door, and the makeup girl practically ran past her.

“Edgar will hear about this,” she tried to threaten, but Soldier Boy didn’t seem phased, and just watched her leaving.

She breathed in, at last, but didn’t relax at all.

How could she just stand there?

Yes, Crimson threatened her, but Ben could’ve choked her out or worse.

“I’ll… I’ll-” she stuttered. “I’ll just go home, I…”

"No," he stated, but it was more like an order than a suggestion.

It was an order.

She obeyed it too easily.

His face softened slowly, as if he had just realised what she had seen.

“I’m sorry, you should have to see that,” he grunted. “Work.”

Ben took a step in her direction, but Abby took another one back, and he stopped.

"Ben, why didn’t you tell me?" she whispered.

"What?” he frowned. “Listen, Countess is being a bitch, but she'll fall back in line."

She shook her head.

"Ben, I didn’t want it like this,” she argued. “I don’t want to push someone down just to get on top.”

He scoffed.

"Hey, you deserve this more than she does!"

She cringed.

“You can’t say that.”

“Why not?” he shouted.

She flinched, stepping back again, but before they could keep talking, a young man knocked on the open door.

“Miss?” he asked. “It’s time.”

She clenched her jaw. She should leave and put this all behind.

But Abby had come this far. She couldn’t walk away now.

So, she straightened herself up, and walked past Ben, forcing a smile to her face as she walked through backstage and stepped onto the dark stage, still waiting for the light to come up.

She grabbed her microphone and sucked in a deep breath.

Life was hard - impossible, sometimes - but music wasn’t.

And maybe this was the only place where she felt truthfully herself, truly at home.

So when the curtains opened, and her song started playing, everything just faded away.

“I tell myself what’s done is done. I tell myself, don’t be a fool.”

The crowd was wide, and knowing all eyes were on her just made her more sure to show them what she could do, smiling and acting along with the song, with the character that resembled her too much.

“And as I grab the phone, I pray,” she looked at them. “Let it please be him. Oh, dear God, it must be him!”

A few people were singing along with her, and a pair of eyes were right on her when she looked at the host of the show, standing as a shadow far behind him.

Ben.

“Hello, hello, oh dear God, it must be him,” she belted, closing her eyes before her voice softened. “But it’s not him. And then I die.”

Most nights, that was how she felt. Hopeful, eager. Waiting for Ben to give her a crumb of his attention, to tell her anything instead of just showing up. And the moments he did were magical, but so rare she could count her on the first of a single hand.

A tall camera moved on her left, and she willed herself into looking at it, and Ben was close enough that she could look at him and pretend to sing to the public at home.

“That’s when the phone rings,” she chuckled along with the song. “And once again I start to pray.”

He stood, watching, hidden enough that she was the only one who could see him, and she saw her Ben, the true man, that only she got to see.

“Let it, please, be him,” she closed her eyes, moving back to the crowd. “Oh, dear God, it must be him! It must be him.”

Abby’s eyes fell wet, but she blinked her tears away, keeping herself straight.

“And then I die,” she belted. “Again, I die.”

She was glowing - quite literally, lighting up the stage - as people swooned, impressed, and her body burned bright as a star before it slowly faded along with the music.

Too soon, it ended, and there was a moment of silence before the crowd started applauding her, standing up and cheering.

Abby watched them all, her heart was still pounding, but it was adrenaline and not anxiety anymore. She smiled widely before taking a bow, and the host stood up, clapping along.

“Miss Abigail, everybody,” Johnny Carson announced.

She smiled at the crowd, letting herself enjoy the time in light before the cameras turned away.

“And now, it’s the night of the supers,” he continued. “Let’s welcome Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess.”

The curtains in front of her closed slowly, and an assistant was quick to get to her side as the shadows engulfed them.

She wanted to stay and watch, maybe find a seat, but Estelle was quick to pull her along.

“They loved you!” she exclaimed. “You own that friend of yours a fruit basket!”

Yeah, she definitely did.

“This is gonna get us right in Vought’s good graces,” she affirmed. “You’ll see. You’ll be back in the limelight in a blink of an eye.”

“Yeah,” Abby nodded along.

That would be alright, too.

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sneetsnootyoit · 1 year

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In His Bed

Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: When you started working as Dieter Bravo's stylist, you were prepared for a diva with a drug problem. That's what you expected. You figured all you would be needed for was prepping him for awards shows and interviews, and occasionally used on movie sets. What you weren’t expecting was to find yourself in bed with him on more than one occasion, none of those occasions having anything to do with sex.

Warnings and shit: Drug use (obviously, it's Dieter), slight tiny bit of angst, lots of fluff, swearing, bad trip, mention of throwing up, alcohol use, crying NO USE OF Y/N

Word count: 4k

When you started working as Dieter Bravo's stylist, you were prepared for a diva with a drug problem. That's what you expected. You figured all you would be needed for was prepping him for awards shows and interviews, and occasionally used on movie sets. What you weren’t expecting was to find yourself in bed with him on more than one occasion, none of those occasions having anything to do with sex.

When you were hired, you had to give Dieter your phone number. You didn't think much of it, since he was your boss and not some creep at a bar asking for your number. At first, he only ever contacted you when he needed you to get him ready for an event, and every so often he'd ask you to get him styled up for a date (if he really wanted to get laid). When covid hit, he didn’t have a lot of excuses to go out, and he resorted to bothering his staff. Well, that’s what some of the other people on Dieter’s team considered it to be. You didn’t really mind it. It started off annoying, but eventually became just part of your job. You could even go as far as to say that you and Dieter started to become friends. Something you learned quickly was that Dieter hated calling people on the phone. Something about brainwaves. So when you got a call from him at three in the morning, you knew something was up. And this was how you ended up in his bed for the first time.

When you answered the phone, he called out your name in a trembling, whispered voice. He said something else you couldn't quite discern, and you pressed the phone closer to your ear.

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand you. Could you please repeat that, Mr. Bravo?" You replied blearily, trying not to sound annoyed.

"I fucked up. Need help."

That woke you up a little more; enough to make you perplexed as to why Dieter was calling you instead of Greg, his PA. "What? Sir, I'm sure Gr-"

"He quit. I called him and he quit. Please," he begged, sounding frightened. You'd never heard him sound that way.

“Where are you?”

He gave you the address and you typed it into your GPS, assuring him that you’d be there soon. You threw on a hoodie and some sweats, grabbed your keys, and headed out into the night. When you pulled up, you put the car in park and got out. It was a huge house in a neighborhood of other huge houses, and there were colored lights shining through the windows. You could hear the faint thrum of music from inside the house and the chattering of people inside. You looked around as you approached the door and you spotted Dieter huddled behind a car, looking like an animal hiding from a predator.

“Mr. Bravo?” You said quietly, walking slowly towards him. His head whipped around and his terrified eyes met yours. He was breathing heavily and clutching his jacket to himself tightly. “I’m here to take you home. You called me, remember?”

He nodded slowly, but didn’t move, so you helped him get up and walked him over to your car. When you began driving away, you watched him out of the corner of your eye, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. You’d never seen him this way, and you knew he wasn’t an overly paranoid person. He looked truly afraid, and you wanted to get him somewhere he could feel safe as soon as you could. You weren’t exactly speeding as you drove to Dieter’s house, but you weren’t following the speed limit either. Once you’d pulled up to his oversized house, you helped him inside and brought him to his bedroom, depositing him onto his bed with a sigh. Is this what Greg had to deal with? Maybe that’s why he quit… You turned to leave when Dieter grabbed your arm, hand shaking.

“Don’t leave me alone,” he begged, trying to pull you back toward him.

“Jesus, what did you take?” You asked, brushing his hand away and facing him. In the light of his bedroom, you could see just how dilated his eyes were, telling you he was definitely high on something.

“I…it was something new,” he murmured, and he started looking very pale. “I don’t-”

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened and he made a beeline for the bathroom. You didn’t follow, mostly because you thought it would be inappropriate, then you heard the sound of him throwing up and you cringed. Instead of going to check on him, you went to his kitchen to grab a couple bottles of water, and you made sure the doors were locked. When you went back to his bedroom, you could hear Dieter calling for you from the bathroom.

“Sorry, I went to grab you some-”

“You left meeee” He groaned, slumped over the toilet with drool dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. He looked pathetic, and you honestly felt bad for him. You grabbed a couple washcloths from the linen closet in the bathroom, tucking one in your pocket and wetting the other. You walked over to him and flushed the toilet before you leaned over and wiped his face with the wet cloth. It was like caring for a child, and you honestly felt bad for him.

“You done in here or do you think there’s another round?” You used the dry end to clean his face a bit more before you opened one of the waters and held it up to his mouth, urging him to drink.

He only grunted in response as he slowly sipped the water, one arm hanging limp at his side while the other was draped over the toilet bowl, meaning you had to hold the bottle for him. You were about to ask him another question when he lurched forward and hung his head over the toilet, retching loudly while he gripped the edges of the porcelain for dear life. You shuddered at the sound and closed the water bottle, setting everything next to the bathroom sink. “Hold my hair,” Dieter gasped out, making you shake your head.

You knew what he meant, but it was still funny to hear. You approached him and brushed the hair away from his forehead, holding it back gently as his body expelled whatever it was that he took. After a while, he was reduced to just dry heaving, and when his body slumped over again, you cleaned his face and helped him get to his bed (you carried him). You helped him change into more comfortable clothes and actually put him to bed before you tried to leave again, and Dieter called out your name. “Don’t go…please.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to be alone…I want you to stay,” he admitted softly, and it made your chest tighten. He reached out for you and you sighed, taking your shoes off so you could sit next to him on his bed. He didn’t seem satisfied by that, though, and you quirked an eyebrow at him. “Will you…”

“Will I what?”

Dieter seemed hesitant to say what he wanted to say, and he reached out to you, gripping your hoodie and trying to pull you closer to him. It gave you an idea of what he wanted, and you scooted closer to him. He moved his blankets so you would also be under them, and he moved himself closer to you, letting out a shaky breath. You cautiously wrapped an arm around his shoulders and he seemed to relax, fully leaning into you while he laid his head on your chest. You had to hold in the urge to laugh or chuckle, because never in your life did you think Dieter Bravo would be asking you to cuddle with him.

“So…something new?” Dieter nodded and shivered against you, making you instinctually bring him closer. “Bad trip?” He nodded again and you sighed, moving a hand to rest on his head without thinking. You didn’t realize you’d started running your fingers through his hair until you felt him physically melt against you and his breathing started to slow down.

“Fuckin’ scary. Definitely not taking that shit again,” he mumbled, leaning into your touch. You stopped when you realized, and his breath hitched. “I didn’t say you had to stop…please, don’t stop.”

You paused before you began carding your fingers through his hair again and you wrapped your other arm around him, hugging him closer. “Are you okay?” You’d heard things about bad trips and how scary they could be.

“I will be…haven’t had a bad trip in a while.” Dieter looked like he felt at home in your arms, but you could also tell that he was holding something back. “I lied, y’know…”

“Oh yeah? What about?”

“I didn’t call Greg. He didn’t quit…I just…I wanted you to come get me.”

That surprised you, and you looked down at him with an expression that matched. “Why? I’m not-”

“Because I like you…you’re nice to me.”

“You like me?” You asked incredulously, and Dieter looked at you, the thought crossing his mind that he may have made a mistake. He began trying to think of ways to explain his way out of the situation and blame it on the drugs, but before he could say anything else, you simply used the hand in his hair to push his head back down and you kissed him on his forehead. “I like you too,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

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You weren't expecting to fall asleep with your boss in your arms, but it happened, and you were startled when you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours. You had to replay the previous night in your head to make sure it wasn't just a dream, but then you noticed that your boss was still there, asleep in your arms.

He’s really cute when he’s asleep, you thought to yourself as you looked down at him. He looked calm and at peace. Something that you're not sure you ever got to see. You always wondered why he relied so heavily on drugs. Maybe you could ask him. You stayed that way for a while, just admiring him as he slept. You didn’t think much farther than that, so when Dieter awoke to you staring at him like he's the best thing you'd ever seen, he shot upright and looked at you like you were some bizarre fan who had broken in.

"What the fuck?! What are you doing in my bed?!"

You were startled by this and you moved back, furrowing your brows. "You asked me to stay with you, that's why. The fuck?"

"Why the fuck would I do that?" He spat, seemingly offended by the very idea that he would do such a thing.

"Because you went to a party, got too fucked up, had a bad trip, and called me to come pick you up. You said 'stay with me please' so I did. You said you wanted someone who would bring you comfort, and you told me that you liked me. And obviously you were so high out of your fucking mind that you forgot all of that shit," you spat back defensively, catching him off guard.

"I said that?" He asked, taken aback.

"Yeah. You told me that you didn’t call Greg because you wanted me instead…my apologies, I should have left as soon as you fell asleep and let you be alone. I'll be on my way. Hopefully we can forget this happened, that way I can keep my job," you replied, quickly removing yourself from the bed to find your shoes. You slid them on and began making your way through the house to the front door, taking deep breaths to keep yourself calm.

You didn’t expect Dieter to follow you, and you didn’t know he did until he called out for you and grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him. "Listen, I-"

"Don’t. I understand. We all say things we don't mean while under the influence."

"But I did mean it. I…fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. I'm sorry, just- can we start over?"

"'Start over'? Start what over? This morning? Or everything? Because that would be a lot."

"Just this morning."

"Okay, fine." You weren’t sure what to expect when you agreed, but you were willing to try. You really didn't want to lose your job.

"Thank you for last night…" Dieter murmured, reaching for your hand. You almost pulled it back, but you allowed him to take it, and he studied it for a moment. "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?"

"I asked if you were-"

"No, I know! But why? I helped you, I did what you wanted. So now is the part where I leave, right?" You didn't want to risk opening yourself up to the thought that something happened between the two of you that night. You needed to get out of there before you ended up falling for him more than you already had.

"Because I don't want you to leave yet. This house is always so empty…it's nice to have another person here…especially when that person is you."

Fuck, that sounds so sad.

"Please stay. Let me get you breakfast. We can…talk. Just talk, you know?"

"Who are you and what have you done with my boss?" You asked jokingly. He looked hurt, and you realized that he was actually letting himself be vulnerable in front of you and you were shooting him down. You sighed and placed your free hand on his hip to pull him closer to you, wrapping your arms around him and placing a hand on the back of his head. "You really mean that shit, don't you?"

He nodded against your shoulder and you sighed again, leaning your head against his. "I want to stay like this forever," Dieter replied, so quiet you almost didn't hear him. "I'd give anything to stay like this."

"So, what? You'd give up meaningless sex with random people in exchange for being cuddled?"

"By you? Yeah."

You weren't expecting his response, but it made you feel warm inside, and your breath hitched when you tried to inhale deeply. Dieter tilted his head up to look at you, your eyes meeting briefly before you noticed his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. You hummed and leaned your face closer to his, kissing him softly. He fully leaned into the kiss and you could feel his whole body relax against you, just like last night. When you parted, you looked into his eyes again and smiled.

"So, breakfast?" He asked, nose brushing against yours.

"Yeah, breakfast."

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Over the next few months, Dieter started to open up to you more, sharing details about his personal life and how things were before he got famous. At first, you were confused as to why he was sharing all these things with you, but after a particularly fancy dinner at his house, you realized that this was his attempt at dating. When you breached the subject with him, for the first time, you actually saw him get flustered. It was cute. But he confirmed your suspicion, and when he asked if that was okay, you told him it was. That was how you ended up dating your boss.

It was actually really nice. And you began to notice how he started to change. He did less drugs, and he stopped day drinking. It seemed like he was trying to be better for you, and when you told him you were proud of him for it, he nearly cried. He was hoping you'd notice.

The next time you ended up in his bed, it was after a red carpet event. You started offering your work to other celebrities for some extra money, and Dieter didn't seem to mind as long as you kept him looking good. It was a pretty great arrangement, and you were highly praised for your work.

Whenever Dieter had to travel for these events, he always booked you a separate room, but one that was close to his so you could go see each other after the events were over. You both knew how people loved to speculate about everything, and he didn’t want the paparazzi to catch on to your relationship. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, he just wanted you to be able to keep your privacy. Whenever you styled people for events, you usually didn’t accompany the actors to the event, but Dieter wanted you to be there for this one. You had to get three other actors ready after you finished up with Dieter, and afterwards, he insisted that you put on something nice so you could go with him.

When you arrived at the venue, you were practically buzzing with nerves, and Dieter tried to calm you as best he could while in a public setting. You still had no idea why he brought you. When it came time to start walking through and do the interviews, the first question people asked him was who you were. He introduced you by your first name only, and made a show of his outfit. "This is my wonderful stylist. They're the one keeping me so pretty for these things."

You beamed under the praise, and the interviewers seemed shocked. A few of them wanted to speak with you, mostly about how it was styling someone as eccentric as Dieter, and you tried to keep the details as vague as possible. Dieter deserved privacy too.

As the night went on, you were able to get a little taste of what actually went on at these events. It was pretty fun, but you kept to the side since none of it was really about you. Most people had no idea who you were, and that worked to your advantage until you remembered that with great praise over your work, also came hate. You always considered yourself to be someone who could take constructive criticism well, but what you heard wasn't what you were expecting.

Those who weren't making comments about how great you were at your job were talking shit, even going as far as to insult you for things that weren't even related. People accused you of sleeping with people to get booked as a stylist, and said that you put more effort into Dieter than you did any of the other actors who paid you to make them look good. One of them was someone you had styled for the event. You realized that half of the people you styled didn't even know your name. After a while, the hate seemed to overpower the praise that was floating through the air, and you decided that you couldn't take it anymore. You texted Dieter that you were leaving to go back to the hotel, and the driver would bring him back when the event finished up. Instead of going to your room, though, you went to Dieter’s. He had given you his extra key, and you knew that hotel staff always kept the celebrities' rooms stocked well.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of Dieter’s room, you started crying. You'd been holding back all of your emotions since you overheard the first few hateful words. You collapsed to the floor and stayed there for a while, stifling your sobs behind your hand just in case people walked by. After you'd managed to get your sobs under control, you got up and went to where Dieter kept his clothes. He never seemed to notice when you took his clothes, and if he did, he never said anything. You almost tore your clothes as you rushed to take them off, wanting to get into something comfortable as soon as you could. You took a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from Dieter's bag and put them on, eyeing the container he kept his weed in and the bag of 'brownies' he'd put in there before leaving for the event. You headed over to the mini-bar to make yourself a drink. You pulled out a few of the small bottles of liquor and opened them up, downing them immediately. You wanted to forget, and the only way you could think of that would aid you in doing so was getting fucked up. You took a few more bottles and went over to Dieter’s bed, once again looking at the edibles he had brought along. After a few more drinks, you reached the point of 'fuck it' and you took one of them, not thinking about how much he might’ve put in it, and you ate the entire thing. It wasn’t big, but you didn't think about how Dieter might put a shit ton of weed in his brownies. Luckily for you, he didn’t, but it was still enough to give you a comfortable high that left you feeling like you were floating. You had a few more drinks before your emotions hit you again and you curled up in Dieter’s bed crying quietly.

You were so out of it, you didn't hear your phone blowing up with texts, and you didn't hear Dieter come into the hotel room. You didn’t even know he was there until he was cupping your face in his hands and saying your name over and over.

"Hey, c'mon, answer me," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

"Mmm," you responded, hiccuping as you leaned into his touch. "What time is it?"

"About 1," he murmured, toeing off his shoes and climbing into the bed with you.

"Youuuu're missing the parties," you slurred, trying, and failing to look up at him.

"Rachel made me go to at least one of them, but I left early." Rachel was his publicist, and usually Dieter went to all the after-parties that happened when he went to an event. And he'd always return to the hotel fucked-up. It didn't occur to you that he left early because he was worried about you. "What happened? You didn't answer any of my texts."

"Was busy."

"Doing what?" He asked hesitantly, a little worm of insecurity crawling into his brain.

"This," you gestured around the room, trying to point out the bottles and crumbs from the brownie.

Dieter looked around, then his eyes fell to the drinks and crumbs. "Did you eat one of my edibles and get drunk?"

You nodded and he snorted in disbelief, under the impression that you were just an emotional drunk. He, himself, was high, and had no idea what you'd been dealing with. "Overwhelmed by the people?" He asked, pulling you close to him while you sniffled and shook your head.

"They hate me."

"What? No-"

"I heard so much…they think I fuck around for work and that I don't put effort in my job because I favor you," you told him in a quivering voice, holding back another onslaught of sobs. "Someone said they think I'm a shit stylist and you probably only keep me around for sex."

"What the fuck? Who said that?" Dieter demanded, raising your chin to make you look at him.

"I don't know, it was all overheard…stuff people said as they passed by." You pushed down a sob and gripped his suit jacket tightly. You didn't care if the provider got pissed off. You'd come up with an excuse later.

"Listen to me," Dieter said firmly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Don't listen to those assholes, 'kay? You're fucking amazing. You make me look like a fucking god. If they can't appreciate your skill and how awesome you are, they can go fuck themselves."

You wished you could be comforted by Dieter’s words, but your thoughts were still swarming your brain and you were stuck in a fog. Dieter could see you were stuck, and he began pressing kisses down your face while he held you close, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He made sure he kissed every inch of your face, making you scrunch up your nose and giggle softly. Your lips were the last place he kissed, and he lingered there, allowing you to melt into him. His hands roamed your body in a comforting way, not grabbing or fondling, just exploring and caressing. "You deserve the world," he murmured, making your heart skip a beat. He'd never said anything like that, and you let out a quiet gasp. "You're perfect."

"Dieter," you whispered, catching his attention. He hummed in response and you pressed your forehead to his. There were words hanging in the air between you, and you didn't know if you were quite ready to say them, or if Dieter was ready to hear them.

"Yeah, me too," he responded, kissing you gently.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Amazing."

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walker-extended-universe · 7 months

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I Will Be The Author of My Life

Relationship(s): Unrequited Abigail Walker/Tom Davidson

Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Revenge, Long Con, Poison, Mass Murder, Justice

Summary: After a long wait, Abigail's plan is set into motion. She will get revenge for her husband's murder.

A/N: Inspired by Lydia The Bard's Belle Villain Song

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Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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She could hear the party in the other room as she put the finishing touches on the dinner. Normally the staff would’ve cooked, especially for such a large meal, but Abigail had given them the night off. She’d wanted to do this herself.

Everything about tonight was perfectly planned to the last detail. She wasn’t going to let anyone else’s hands ruin her vision after all these years.

Seven years. Six months of courting, another six months of engagement, and six years of marriage. Every day of those seven years was spent working, watching, planning, waiting.

She knew Tom had killed her husband. She knew the Davidsons were responsible for that tragedy and so many others all over the country. She knew they thought they were untouchable, that their wealth and influence could keep them out of the hands of justice.

She knew from her own family that the legal system wouldn’t do a damn thing about them. No matter how much evidence she gathered, how many witnesses she brought forward, they would be able to pay off enough judges to skate by. So she was going to have to take matters into her own hands.

Tonight was the night. Everything was finally ready. Come morning, the Davidsons would be no more.

The table was set, food and wine abound. They were celebrating tonight, Abigail couldn’t remember what. It wasn’t her place to know these things most of the time. She was Tom’s wife, not his partner. She was there to keep the house in order and help keep up appearances. Heaven forbid she use the brain he supposedly fell in love with.

She quietly exited the dining room and walked down the hall to the sitting room where everyone was gathered. She smoothly weaved through the crowd of Davidsons until she found Tom- the center of attention as always.

She squeezed toward him and let him announce that dinner was ready. She used her place behind him to hide her smirk as they all headed for the dining room.

It was a lovely dinner, truly. The candles and the light music created a beautiful atmosphere. And the dinner smelled divine. Abigail pushed hers around her plate, watching the guests and their reactions to the food. At her side, sitting at the head of the table, Tom laughed and spoke with his family, mainly Aunt Teresea. Abigail smiled and nodded when she needed to, patiently waiting for her moment.

First, it was coughing from the far end of the table. Likely Uncle Robert; that pig probably stuffed himself so full he had more poison than blood in his veins. Just like she planned.

One by one, each guest succumbed to the poison in their food. It started with coughing. Then the blood came up, dripping out of their noses and flying out of their mouths. Then, finally, they fell to the floor, writhing in pain until their hearts and lungs stopped working. Abigail watched with a smirk as they all fell victim to her plot.

All but her husband. She’d given his food a different flavoring.

“Abby,” he gasped, reaching for her hand. “Please- Get help. I-”

She snatched it back and stood up from the table. “You’re dying. I know.”

“Wha-”

“Don’t try to talk, darling. You need your strength to listen to what I’m about to tell you. Also, I’m really getting tired of your inane rambling.” She walked around the table to check on dear Aunt Teresa. “Do you know how often I fantasized about breaking her head open with an ax?” she asked. “Probably more than I did about the rest of your family. You’re all so damn insufferable. I think the only reason anyone can stand to be around any of you is your money.”

Tom made a strained noise and tried to stand up. His arms shook with the effort of holding him above the table. “Abby, why- What are you talking about?”

She turned back toward him. “You know, I’m a little surprised at how easy it was to fool all of you. I thought your aunt would sniff out my act for sure. But you all just took the bait. You all believed I was the devoted wife I pretended to be. It made everything else so much easier….”

“Wha- Abby, I don’t understand. I-I thought-”

“What? You thought that I loved you?” Abigail laughed. “Tom, in another life, I might have loved you. But-” her smile turned sinister “-you killed my husband. Whatever Liam may have done, whatever lies he told me, I loved him with everything I had. And I wasn’t going to let you get away with taking him from me.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “But, Abby I-”

“What? You love me?” She scoffed. “I’ve met plenty of men like you. Men who think they can call their abuse love and get a free pass to mistreat everyone around them. My father was a man like that. Why do you think I married ‘below my station’? So don’t try that on me. You don’t get to say that you love me after you burned my life to the ground.”

His eyes glistened with tears in the candlelight. “Abigail, I- It wasn’t my idea. I-”

“You were just following Teresa’s orders, I know.” She hummed. “Dear Aunt Teresa. What a bitch. But I do have to thank her; if she hadn’t shown up and tried to kill Hagan, I never would’ve realized how dangerous your family was. I would’ve wasted my time trying to take you out without realizing how pointless it would be. I mean, how could I try and drag you into a courtroom if I knew your family had the pull to get you out without breaking a sweat? No, no, I needed to go deeper. Taking you down wouldn’t have been enough. I needed to take down all of you.” She cackled. “And you idiots just let me!”

Tom’s arms gave out and he fell flat onto the table. He coughed up some blood and still, stupidly, reached for her. “Abby, please, I-”

“Save it,” she sneered. “You’ll be dead in a few minutes. And, in the morning, the papers will publish all the proof I’ve gathered of your family’s wrongdoings. I found a good publisher. So, not only will you all be dead…” She smirked. “No one will mourn you.”

The heartbreak in his eyes as the light drained from them was more satisfying than she expected. He really did love her, in the end. And she’d utterly destroyed him.

As she walked through the halls of the empty house, she hummed a tune. Her favorite song to play on the piano, one she never dared play for Tom. He didn’t deserve that part of her.

She packed a bag and made her way to the stable to free her horse. “Come along, Apollo,” she murmured, feeding him some sugar. “We have a long journey ahead of us.”

No one saw the hooded figure escape the Davidson property on horseback. In the morning, when the bodies were found, a search party would be called for Tom’s missing wife. But Abigail Davidson would never be found, not even in the far reaches of Independence, Texas. A year later, she would be presumed dead.

Abigail Walker sipped her tea as she read of the announcement of her death in the paper, in smiled.

It was a good day in Independence.

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white-lyra · 1 year

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Hi, i'm new here and i wanted to start an Heimdall x Reader i wrote the first chapter, i'm not english so please don't hate me.

I hope you will like it and please tell me if i write something wrong, i'm still learning english and i want to learn this language 100% well.

Part 1

This is (yn)

They are the goddess of Power.

Her eyes are one of a kind, his father had something like this, she hides them by putting bandages to cover them so that nobody sees them.

Although they look nice to look at she doesn’t let anyone see them.

Her hair is brown and long, she doesn’t like someone touching her hair she only lets Moon touch it.

(yn)'s tattoo:

Some pictures of what (yn) wears , and earrings:

I created another character, her name Is Moon and she Is the goddess of justice, revenge, karma, personal growth and new beginning.

From their first meeting they did not separate anymore, Moon felt the sense of revenge of (yn) guide her to her, from that moment they always helped each other, (yn) taught Moon how to fight while Moon taught (yn) some methods for healing.

They were always together wherever they went.

She is proud of her eyes representing the color of her magic and also her favorite color

Her hair is dark and she likes to style it differently when she has time.

Moon's tattoo:

Some pictures of what Moon wears :

"hey (yn) we should go check on that creature it’s been a while since we went there"

Speak a voice that distracts me from my reading.

"You’re right and the temperature is falling we must hurry if we don’t want to find It dead"

I get up from my seat and put the book on a nearby table ,I take my staff, you have understood well staff, it may seem a useless object if it was just a normal staff but fortunately mine is not, and my sword that I attach to my belt. I leave the small house lowering a little so as not to hit my head, I am high enough and the door is too small for me so I lower myself, just outside meeting Leo, my pet is really good, and it’s very big, Leo has a very soft mane of light orange color with red streaks on the body, I caress his snout and a little mane , I wait for Moon to come out.

While I check that there are no Helwalker around, it’s already cold and I don’t think she wants to fight and neither do I now that I think about it.

"I’m here let's go," says Moon, closing the door behind her

"Let’s go Leo"

We walk to the abandoned structure where the creature lies, unfortunately we do not know its name and I do not think it wants one probably has already, given by its previous owner.

We keep walking until we get to the poor abandoned animal lying on the snow, we get closer and try to understand if it is still alive and fortunately opens its eyes. Suddenly we hear a thud behind us, we turn ready to attack whatever has approached, we turn to see a boy on the ground who is about to be attacked by a Helwalker.

I quickly pull out my Kunai and throw it at the monster by stabbing him , I throw him with the chain attached to the Kunai away from the boy, I throw it back on the head killing him permanently, while Moon approaches the poor boy on the ground.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she says checking for any injuries on the teenager’s body.

"no I’m fine thanks for saving me," he said

"What’s your name? And what are you doing here alone?"

"my name is Atreus and I ran away from home"

"You should be careful, you look lost," I said, approaching him and reaching out to help him up.

He took my hand with a smile rising from the cold ground

"in fact I am umm I haven’t been here for a long time I was looking for this house a friend of mine lives there"

"I’m sorry to disappoint you but nobody lives here" Moon replied

"what?" he says making a confused face

"She didn’t even come back to take care of him?" he said as he approached the poor animal

"has been abandoned for quite some time"

he looks away from us to look at the house

"That’s why we were there" I say making him stop to look at us

"We don’t live very far from here we found it covered with snow and we decided to keep an eye on it until its owner would come back but no one ever came back," said Moon going towards the creature, she touches its face a bit making it wake up.

"Ehy we are here to help but we have to get in to do it you can please get up"

With a little effort the creature gets up just enough to let us in

"Come on! I don’t think he can stay that way for long"

We run to the door and slide under the small space before it closes again, we fall into the empty and cold house.

"Ugh… where is Leo?" I said as I attach my staff to my back

"Leo?" asked Atreus

"Here!" I looked in the direction of Moon to see her get up with Leo next to her

"Woah!" Atreus flinches slightly at the sight of the predator

"Calm down is harmless if you do not bother him so much" I also get up and approach Leo stroking his head a little, we look around the house to find something to light a fire

"I never had your names" suddenly says Atreus

"Oh right, where are our manners? I am Moonwhile she is (yn) and you have already met Leo" said Moon continued by a deafening silence, you may hear a pin falling.

"Why did you run away from your house?" she suddenly says

"Moon!"

"What?" she says as I approach a table locating a book on it

"maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it might be a private thing," I told her as I opened the book and tore some pages

"oh no no it’s okay umm my father and I fought because I wanted to go to Asgard-"

"Asgrad?!" Moon said with surprise as I turned to look at him holding tightly the paper ball I was about to throw into the fireplace

"y-yes but it’s to save my father and my friends too"

"Do you work for Odin?" I said softly while he stiffens under my tone

"no no, I just want to stop whatever’s on his mind."

"ah this is a relief" I say turning again and throwing the crumpled paper

"Do you know him?"

"unfortunately" Atreus approaches pulling a knife and taking a stone but I stop him putting a hand in front of him, he looks at me confused, I close my hand fist and then reopen it making a flame appear I throw it in the fireplace lighting a decent fire to warm us up a little

"Do you also know magic?" Atreus asks curiously in his voice

"different kinds of magic" I answered by sitting by the fireplace to savor some of the warmth.

"We met Odin a long time ago I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t recognize us anymore" Moon says

"I hope you know you shouldn’t trust Odin," she continues by sitting next to me

"I know if I can ask why you wear blindfolds?" I turn around and look at him, "sorry I shouldn’t have asked."

"No it’s okay you told us why you ran away from home and that you want to meet Odin… I wear bandages because I don’t like to show people my eyes I don’t like to be the center of attention and my eyes would attract enough people would be scared they’re not pretty to look at," I explained to Atreus, getting tired of being sitting on the floor, I noticed that Moon made a sad face at my explanation, she tried a lot of times to convince me not to hide them, She says that people would not be scared but amazed, but I never believed that people would accept someone’s differences just because they are beautiful, I wanted not only words but also actions.

"You said you wanted to stop whatever Odin had in mind, do you have a plan?" Moon asks looking at him with curiosity wanting to know more "I feel a sense of revenge coming out of you"

"I don’t really have a plan I’ll try to keep an eye on him- wait you said you feel a sense of revenge? How do you feel that?" he looks at her confused while she laughs slightly "this is a story for another time" says Moon

"You know by yourself I don’t think you’re gonna get very far Odin is smart"

"I know but it’s just me others are against me they don’t want to understand that I’m trying to help them but even if they did I don’t think they will help me" says Atreus with a little disappointment in his voice, Everyone who is against you but you are just trying to help them is really hard to deal with on your own.

"We can help you the situation you’re in is stressful especially when you’re alone we understand what you’re trying to do even if we’ve only known each other for 5 minutes I’m willing to try to help you" I say looking him in the eye even though he can’t see mine

"Really?! But as you said, we’ve only known each other for 5 minutes, I’m a stranger to you," he says, getting off the ground

"Correct but Moon and I also want to stop Odin and you are alone even though Asgard may seem beautiful it is also dangerous you have to be careful of the people who live there" Atreus simply smiled happy to have someone who believes him and understands the intentions he has.

"Well how do we get to Asgard? And can we take Leo with us?" asked Moon

"Leo comes whether Odin likes it or not," I say, ignoring any request Odin has in mind

Before Atreus can keep talking we hear a little knock on a window.

Atreus approaches and opens the window revealing a crow with red symbols on his eyes

"We were looking for you I’m ready to take us to him," he says

The crow flies in and perches on a chair nearby, making a noise by letting in other crows.

Leo shakes off some water making it go in the eyes of Moon "Leo!" As she dries her eyes we look around confused

They fly around us until you just hear the sound of the beating of the wings then they disappear and we find ourselves falling into a lake,

We have difficulty staying afloat to get air but then we can get closer to the mainland, coming out of the cold water of the lake.

"This is not Asgard we are out of the wall," I say, pointing to the large wall not far from us.

We walk towards it killing some monster and passing a bridge that leads to a small village just near the foot of the wall, while Atreus and Moon talk to a boy I look up at the wall.

"will be hard to climb" I thought

"Ehy (yn) the only way to get to Asgard is to climb the wall so come on let’s go!" Moon says, we all approach to begin the climb

"We are coming Odin"

note: i hope you liked the first chapter and please tell if write something wrong. byeeee

#gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #god of war x reader #god of war heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #gow x reader

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theprocrastibake · 2 years

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any hunter+luz acting as siblings headcanons?

THEY'RE SIBLINGS YOUR HONOR—but seriously, from day one i have believed in this dynamic. beware of spoilers for toh season two. thanks for your support!

these two are the definition of sibling rivalry. they will bicker over the smallest things and launch insults that carry no meaning to them other than annoy.

they attempt to outdo the other for bragging rights eternal glory, only serving to fuel their next showdown. competition is a huge part of their dynamic, cockiness knowing no ends. except when one of them slips and makes a mistake.

"and how was i supposed to know that bug was going to summon a hurricane?" "maybe think about how i was trying to get us away from it in the first place, luz!" "aww, hunter, you were thinking of me? i knew that you were a softie at hear-" "me! i was getting me away from it."

chaos is inevitable when hunter and luz are together. fatality is always in their midst, but they can't imagine a time they've been together when their lives weren't at stake. to be frank, a lot of their dynamic is built upon bonding through hardship and trauma.

both are unable to use natural magic in a world that revolves around it, share an animosity for belos/phillip, not to mention the multiple occasions where he has tried to endanger and kill them.

with enough time, luz entrusts hunter with her knowledge of glyphs. she’s a patient and effective instructor; it stupefies him because he’s seen how raw and unleashed she can be. it makes him all the more keen to learn, picking up the formations with ease, even able to suggest his own combinations after a week.

hunter teaches luz about the inner workings of magic as he knows it, natural and artificial. they hit the books, visiting the library after closing time. he even tells her about wild magic when they grow closer, facts and folktales from his very own shelf of restricted knowledge. if hunter’s in a good mood, he'll lend her the old golden guard staff, practicing some of his more unique spells.

"when are you ever going to teach me that teleportation thing of yours?" "since when can i teleport?" "y’know, that thing where you go all POOF and WOOSH and you look all golden." "that’s dashing." "don’t flatter yourself. you’re like a six—maybe six and a half—on a normal day.” “no, luz. it’s called dashing." "should've just said that in the first place, then." "i did...wait, what did you just say about me—”

luz is the younger sibling in their dynamic. she can be quite reckless and carefree at times, butting her head into situations before thinking them all the way through. she doesn't carry many responsibilities as a human in the demon realm, meaning that there are always less repercussions to face when things do fall apart.

hunter teaches her to see the big picture. to just stop once in awhile and remember everything that's at play. he lets luz know that she has to stop doubting her loyalty for others when she focuses on her own needs. they can exist in a balance, because relationships are built on mutual care.

he can admit that he cares about her. he feels that he's the older sibling in their dynamic. believing that all the actions he's taken over the course of his life have been predetermined, he needs to ensure that luz will always have the freedom of choice. if this means taking the fall himself, then so be it.

luz will help hunter reaffirm that his actions have always been his own; it's only that he's been manipulated into restriction and fear of the unknown. now that he's defected from the emperor's coven, the entirety of his identity is safe for now from the clutches of belos. hunter can and will grow his interests and his personality.

of course, his brazen ways stay the same as eda eventually takes him into their family. he hides behind corners of the owl house and tries to spook luz as she walks by. given that she gets back at him with her invisibility spell, it snowballs into all-out warfare whenever they attempt to scare each other.

luz has a huge stack of glyphs at disposal in her jacket's inner pocket, reserved solely for her skirmishes with hunter. he thinks ahead and pickpockets luz of the papers while she highlights the fact that she did not pour more apple blood in her cup than in his. hunter's not convinced in the slightest.

"they're at the same level! what more could you possibly want from me, hunter?" "give me three more drops of yours. then we could call it even." "does that even make a difference though?" "it does in fact, make a difference."

not even a minute later, hunter will walk into a wall of plastic wrap when he goes through the kitchen doorway. the following battle is not as violent as one would think, both fighting to just antagonize the other, never to seriously hurt or maim. luz never uses more than a quarter of her glyphs, just as hunter doesn't try drawing things out by teleporting all over the place.

when things get out of hand, eda has decided to put them both into timeout after getting her hands onto one of those giant "this is my getting along" shirts. it's a tacky way to punish, but she loves watching those first seconds of dread flash across her children's faces.

while luz loses her mind over collective punishment, hunter is usually looking for ways out of the shirt™. so far, the most effective method has been turning the front yard into winter wonderland and making a double snow angel of some sort. that feat requires enough bribing cooperation in order for eda to take the shirt off.

but their favorite way by far has to be simply doing maintenance on their palismen staffs, passing the cloths, oils, and polish between their collective two hands. it serves as their moment to get what they need off their chests (singular chest in this case), a moment to do nothing but listen without judgement.

"wow." "i know, right? and now she—" "sounds like a total asshole. luz, the conditions that you gave her on your duel should've been worse. you have to consider what was really at stake there." "i— "like, i get that it's an eternal oath that's bound by your souls, but stepping on king's cupcake? outrageous. the witch needs to be punished for that unforgivable crime." "hunter. you need to—" "exactly. time is of the essence. what's her address?" "hunter, that witch is my girlfriend." "what's your girlfriend's address?"

after all, these two have been through a lot and they don't plan on separating anytime soon. literally.

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #hunter wittebane #golden guard #toh headcanons #the owl house headcanons #toh luz #toh hunter #procrastibake toh

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years

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point of no return | nick fowler

pairing: nick fowler x mob daughter!reader

summary: nick and mace make a bet regarding the mob boss’ innocent virginal daughter.

warnings: 18+ topics, smut (18+), female masturbation

what raging fire shall flood the soul? what rich desire unlocks its door?

The moment passed in a heartbeat as he drove down New York like a madman. He’d been prepared for this, he’d been told to drive downtown to his townhouse in case of any attack on Y/N; yet, he wondered if it could be called an attack. Perhaps he was being cynical but after his conversation with Mace, he was starting to think the shooter merely wanted to scare her and it wasn’t as much of a mystery of whom it was. Nevertheless, he held his gun against his thigh even as they reached what was considered a safe place. Her father’s men immediately took her from the car, taking her into the home while he followed behind. There were too many people, too many strange people. She didn’t like being around people she didn’t know and he didn’t particularly think she would enjoy this just after she was almost shot. He attempted to keep following her until another group of men grabbed him. She became merely a dot in his vision as he was pulled towards her father’s office.

Mr. Bullet walked up to him, a look in his face which was unreadable yet those eyes did nothing to hide what was going inside his mind, and it wasn’t good. Whatever they had intended to achieve has failed. He placed his hand on his shoulder, a sick smile on his lips before he felt something pressed just against his abdomen, a bit too the left. He knew what was happening and the grunt of pain got stuck in his throat as a bullet pierced through. Her father shushed him, grabbing his face with a bruising grip.

- I hate being disappointment. - he let go of his face. - Take him.

He wondered how she was doing as she was dragged out the office and into the basement; he almost knew what she’d be feeling and he was right. She was overwhelmed, people had surrounded her to form and almost human shield, staff were closing the windows and more armed men kept coming into the small living space yet all she could hear was buzzing. She could hear the buzz echo in her mind until she heard her mother’s voice.

- Get away from her. - she pushed through the men surrounding her only daughter.

- But Mrs, your husband.

- Go bother him then. - she kept pushing them away until she got to her daughter, her hands immediately cupping her face to check for any damage. - Are you hurt?

- I’m fine, mum. - she looked around, seeing all strange faces and men who were usually responsible for her father’s security. In the middle of all those faces, there was one missing. - Where’s Nick?

- You need something to eat, darling. I’ll ask Elizabeth to cook you something. What do you want to eat?

- Mum, where’s Nick?

Her mother sighed. She knew where he was - if there was another person in this household who knew everything it was her mother. Everything her father did, her mother knew. The moment she sighed, Y/N knew where he was. She dodged the guards, her heels clicking on the grounds to a sound which had to be the same as when the devil walked through his kingdom. Some of the men followed her, stopping once she opened the doors to her father’s office.

- Where is he? - she stopped in front of his desk. - You can’t keep doing this.

- I can keep doing whatever I want. I hire staff to defend you and if they fail when they’re in the house I pay for ...

- You pay for? - she interrupted him. - I paid for that penthouse, I bought it myself.

- I understand you’re upset but you only get good personnel if you punish them, sweetheart.

- You don’t get to punish people that work for me and he didn’t fail to protect me. It was his day off and I don’t have bullet hole on me.

- I am your father and I will not apologise for wanting to keep you safe.

- I only need to be safe because of what you do.

She was right - of course she was right, but it wasn’t something that her father wanted to hear from her.

- You remember what happened with the last one, don’t you?

- He’s not like that. He’d never let that happen.

- Fine. - he got up from his chair. - I’ll have him freed tomorrow morning once it is safe for you to return home. I’ll have one of the maids prepare your room.

- I am not staying here. - she crossed her arms.

- And where will you be going?

- I have plenty of properties and hotel shares in New York. - she shrugged. - I’ll go to any of them and you’ll free him now because I am going.

His father attempted to call out her name - truth was, they’d had this conversation before, so many times. Specially after the last one, except the last time she’d actually believed him now she just didn’t. She knew her father could be cruel, heartless when it came to his family and while as a child she didn’t notice it much, growing up seeing whom she deemed innocent be hurt for small actions had started to take a tool on her. Nick had done his job, he’d taken her to a safe location and she was unharmed - but it was never enough. Nothing was ever enough. She walked past her mother who offered her husband a sympathetic look before sitting on the bench by the door.

She wondered if he was in pain, if they’d hurt him too badly but Nick could no longer feel a thing. He had been trained for situations of torture and after being shoot point blank, he no longer care if blood was dripping out of his mouth and his cheek was cut open. It was almost as if he was in a daze, hearing that echo until he was pushed up. His arms were looped over the shoulders of one man on each side as he was dragged up the stairs and into the same office. He just hoped it wasn’t to be shoot again. He could only be shot so many times.

- She wants to go home. It’s your lucky day. - he could barely keep both eyes open and he was supposed to take her home? The mob boss walked close to him pressing his hand against the bullet wound. - Let’s not let her know about this, shall we?

- How dumb do you think your kid is?

- We ... - he pressed further into it, finally getting a cry from the man who’d been getting beaten for half an hour. - We don’t want her to be more upset, do we?

- No, sir. - he grunted as the pressure softened.

- Good because next time it may be too late for her to change my mind.

He was dropped on the hallway outside the office, his hand holding against the wall as he attempted to raise from the ground - he had asked for excitement after all. He could barely walk, moving like a dead man as he reached the entry door. Her eyes set on him with terror - so it was as bad as it felt - , her hands not knowing if to touch him or not.

- What’s the matter, pet? - he smirked. - No longer find me handsome?

- I’m so sorry.

- I’m sure you are. Let’s go home.

Nick went to grab the keys to the car but she grabbed them first, her eyes barely looking into his as he went over to his side, looping his arm over her shoulder before helping him down the stairs. In that moment, maybe it was all the adrenaline hormones rushing through his veins, all he could feel was the touch of her hand on his, helping him into the car as if he was worthy of any care. He was worthy of many things, but care was not one of them; specially from her. He didn’t say many things, too busy holding his hand against his side so he wouldn’t bleed out. He didn’t care where she was driving anymore, as long as they were not there, and also knowing no matter what he did, his life still threaded lightly. They stopped in front of a luxurious hotel in the Upper East side, the blinding rights rapidly crossing his face as a man dressed in a red outfit rushed down the stairs to open the door not only for her but for him as well. The car was taken by the valet and he merely followed her. Usually he’d be paying attention to his surroundings but right now he couldn’t. The pain of his wounds was finally getting to him, making his hearing poor and his sight changing between blurry and dizzy.

- We didn’t know you were coming, Miss. - the front desk lady greeted her with a kind smile, those kinds of smiles only saved for the best patrons. - Shall we prepare the penthouse for you, m’am?

- Could you have a doctor come up as well.

Nick was still much too out of it to even notice where they were until someone started to treat him. From that moment, all he could think of was forbidding whomever it was from telling her he got shot; but he was much to out of it. The blood had dried in the corners of his mouth, a metallic taste dominating. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out from his senses when he woke up in an odd hotel room, his vision sharper than it had been the past hours. He couldn’t recall where he was or how he had even gotten here, but he could see her from the open door. He dragged himself off bed, his stomach falling as if he was going to be sick, nevertheless, he walked to her side of the room as if he felt no pain.

- You’re awake. - she acknowledged his presence, not really sure if to ask if he was well or to apologise. - The doctor left some painkillers.

- Did he say anything else?

- No. Doctor patient confidentiality, but he did say for you to call him.

- Where are we? - he looked out the window, the sight of New York below them. - I thought you’d stay at your father’s until it was safe.

- We had a change of plans.

- Fought with daddy?

- You don’t need to be rude.

- I just got a beating from my boss because of you, pet. I think I’m entitled to being a bit mean to you.

- I’m sorry.

She starred at the room service cart in front before moving it towards him. Part of her was angry at him even if he did have the right to be mad at her. Everyone who knew her, who knew her father had the idea of her being a “daddy’s girl”. It didn’t matter if she had been an A student her whole life, if she was smart and had achieved her roles without any help - it didn’t matter, if they were to know who her father is, she immediately was seen as a spoiled brat. That was one of the reasons why she went by Professor Darling, an homage to one of her favourite characters as a child. However, Nick had always been different. One could argue it was because he was on her father’s payroll, but he’d always treat her with respect and like her own person.

- Is this how you solve your fights with him? Use his credit card to stay a luxury hotel?

- It’s my hotel. - she crossed her arms. - And my credit cards are paid by my job.

- You can’t buy a hotel on a PA’s salary.

- I’m a good investor and if it weren’t by me, the one who uses daddy’s credit card, you would’ve been getting your teeth knocked out right now.

- Am I supposed to thank you for something you caused? - he asked nonchalantly, his hands skimming through the variety of fruits and crackers displayed on the cart.

- I didn’t ask him to do that to you.

- But you just can’t say no to daddy, can you?

- I didn’t even know until I noticed you were gone. How can you think so lowly of me?

- The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?

Her stomach sinked, an unwavering feeling of nausea taking over. She was not her father, she couldn’t do the things he did. She didn’t care or want for the violence - she didn’t enjoy watching other people suffer over territory, lost deals or mere fight between families. She was not her father. She wasn’t sure when sickness had been replaced by tears. God, why was she always crying? They were right, she was a cry baby.

- Fuck you, Nick.

- That make you feel better? - he picked her chin, forcing her to look at him. - Did it make you feel better to tell me to fuck off?

- Leave me alone. - she attempted to turn her face to the side, but his grip was bruising, as if he didn’t feel any pain from his injuries.

- Stop being a people pleaser. C’mon, tell me off. - he taunted her. - You can’t, can you?

He let go of her chin, his eyes never leaving hers until he shut the door that divided the two rooms. The breathe she had been holding in flowed out of her lungs as she laid down in bed, her eyes settling on the New York night skyline. She her hand grasped the sheets which barely covered her, instead remaining in the middle of her legs. Throughout all of this and the anger she felt for him, there was one thing she could still feel above anything else. His touch, his bruising touch - it was no secret Nick Fowler wasn’t gentle. Every time about him came loaded with this roughness, this harshness of being. Part of her wondered if he had to do with his time at the CIA while the other merely questioned what it would be like to be on the receiving end. She imagined what it would be like, laying down in bed, helpless as he merely taunted her with those eyes of him.

She could fantasise it. The way his head would cock to the side as he approached the bed with a slow yet seductive walk. She pictured and almost felt his hand dragging around along her leg, pushing the fabrics of her clothes away without a care in the world. As if she were his, she wanted to be his. Her core pulsed at this thought, her legs tightening against the balled up sheets in the middle of her legs. He knew he’d be good at it, he knew he would be as rough as he was in everything else, his defined abdomen against her body, hands grabbing her hips as he abused and took her for himself. She started rubbing herself against the silk sheets, pictures of him fucking her, bruising her hips to push and pull them against his cock flooded her mind and she began to moan. His voice rang in her mind, what he’d call her, how he’d degrade her, those plump lips groaning and wishing for her. She couldn’t help it, the pressure the sheets were giving her was too good, but they’d pale in comparison to what it would be to be fucked by Nick Fowler. She continued rubbing against her sheets, her face laid against the bed on the side as she applied more pressure. She could picture it how she wanted him, him fucking her and not caring of anything but his own pleasure, his dick sliding in and out at an aggressive pace yet never slowing down. No, Nick would not cum inside of her. He’d mark her. She knew he’d replace his cock with his fingers, continuing to piston them in and out while jerking off over her, eventually cumming all over her tits. His. She moaned louder than she intended, her panties drenched as her thighs released pressure on the sheets. She breathed in and out, her hand on her chest before she got up from the bed, pushing the door open.

- Fuck you, Nick Fowler.

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smallmight-papi · 3 years

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wandering thoughts

NSFW MINORS DNI 18+

pairing: toshinori yagi x fem!reader

summary: You are a new teacher at UA, students and teachers alike adore you. You’ve certainly caught the eye of one teacher. The former hero, Toshinori Yagi. All is well for him until one day during a ball thrown by UA for staff and other pros, you show up in a beautiful revealing gown, Making toshinori’s thoughts wander. During the ball you catch him in an interesting act.

warnings: sexual content, oral (male and female receiving), masturbation, praise, mild degradation, sexual thoughts, creampie, hair pulling, face fucking, dom!all might, sub!reader, fem!reader, fingering. (All might is slightly submissive in the beginning but it changes fast)

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You had been working as a teacher for exactly one month, you were terrified before showing up. To go from being a intern at a small school in the outskirts of Japan, to working at the most prestigious school for heroes in the country was a huge jump. So many amazing pros and students attended this very school. You had quite the standard to meet.

To your surprise. people adored you. Both students and teachers loved your warm and inviting personality, how you lit up every room with your attitude. People flocked to you just to be in the presence of your comforting aura. You and the R- rated hero Midnight, had become quite close very soon. She asked if any teachers at UA had caught your eye. 2 had in particular. Eraserhead being one. The other being none other than All Might, he peaked your interest much more.

Unbeknownst to you, You had caught his attention as well. He couldn’t help himself when it came to staring. He tends to wear his heart on sleeve. He’s a gentle giant with a romantic personality, even if he struggles with flirting. During meetings and chats in the teachers lounge he could feel his eyes wandering to you. The way your lips curve up into a smile whenever Present Mic cracked a joke to you. It might his heart flutter (and gave him a mild twinge of jealousy that mic was making you laugh).

but man your eyes did something to him...

Whenever you looked up at his towering form with that glow in those breathtaking eyes of yours, he had to stop his knees from buckling.

and he had to stop his dick from twitching.

he felt shameful for being sexually aroused by you. You were so young and innocent. It was wrong of him. He did have romantic feelings as well, the idea of being curled up with you on the couch, with you on his lap, while you read him a book as his hands work their way up your soft thighs slowly reaching the spot between your le-

“stop it toshinori, its so wrong” he would mentally curse to himself whenever those thoughts crept into his mind. He couldn’t hardly stop himself. When he was back home after work from teaching he would rest himself against the door of his house, taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes. His massive hands making its way to his throbbing cock, throbbing for you. For your soft touch. He would palm himself through his pants, thinking about the way your breasts pushed together when you crossed your arms. How you’d bite your lip while focusing on grading papers in the teachers lounge.

fuck. he was in deep.

~ 3 MONTH TIME SKIP~

Today was the day of the UA staff ball. Your heart was pounding. You had always worn somewhat modest clothes, maybe a little cleavage here and there (for toshinori to see ;) but this.. this was quite the gown. Of course Midnight chose it for you. The first one she offered left nothing to the imagination.

The next dress she came up with was perfect. It was a deep cherry red, with long sleeves and a long v line that showed off your breasts. It had a tall slit in the leg to show off your smooth skin. It hugged every sexy curve in your body, especially your ass.

Midnight praised you repeatedly, going on about how sexy you looked and how all eyes would be on you. Hinting mostly at Yagi’s eyes. You blushed at the thought of him looking at you, breath taken away. You wanted nothing more for him to be the one to take the dress off of you after the ball rather than yourself, to have his long skinny fingers play with your breasts, teasing you gently, kissing along them leaving small marks, making sure everyone would know you’re his.

Once you arrived at the ball. It went silent.

You could feel eyes boring into you, staring and watching your every step. Even Aizawa’s jaw was slack. You searched the room for Toshinori, only wanting him to see you. You were disappointed when you couldn’t spot him. You only showed up to see him and he wasn’t even there?

That’s when you heard it.

“holy shit”

You instantly recognized that deep, gentle voice. it was Yagi. You turned around to see him staring at you, completely love struck. His jaw was slack, face visibly red by the sight in front of him, eyes boring into your body.

“You look... breathtaking” he spoke quietly, barely able to look you in the eyes, he could feel arousal mixed with love wash over him. Between your curves and the way your face was so perfectly framed thanks to your hairstyle, he thought he might fall unconscious.

You stuttered out a thank you, blushing bright red as well. You looked at him, arousal and love washing over you too. He had on a nicely fitted black suit and black tie. It fit his skinny body well, not baggy like all his other clothes. His height became very apparent to you in that moment. He was so close. You had to crane your neck back to look at him in the face. I mean he is 7��1 after all.

“You look very handsome yourself Yagi” you said softly, looking into his eyes

ohhh god

Hearing you say his first name did him no good when in came to trying to avoid getting any harder than he was. He could feel his long cock ache for attention, especially yours. He mentally swore at himself for getting his clothes fitted, he could no longer hide the raging boners he got around you. He realized quickly he needed to fix the problem before everyone saw.

“I-I’ll be right back, i need to run to the bathroom” Yagi spoke quickly, forgetting to say thank you.

Yagi scurried off to the nearest bathroom, luckily it was one room and not multiple stalls so he didn’t have to worry about others coming in. He was panting, so aroused he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He immediately locked the door behind him, and starting taking off his belt. His hands rushing to relieve himself of his erection. He leaned up against the wall. Once he wrapped a hand around his cock he let out a guttural moan. The tip of his cock was an angry red, pre-cum beading around the top. He couldn’t stop panting and breathing heavily, you being the only thing on his mind.

Realizing he was gonna have a hard time holding back his moans, he lifted his shirt and bit down on it. His whole body covered in a layer of sweat. He could feel the heat coming off him. He roughly fisted his cock, going faster by the second. Deep muffled grunts and moans coming out of his mouth as he fantasized about having you bent over in front of him, presenting that pretty little cunt of yours to him, begging him to fuck you, whining and whimpering for his thick, long, 12 inch cock. His eyes rolling back into his head at the thought.

You noticed Yagi had been gone for quite a while. You began to worry, wondering if he was okay. After a brief debate with yourself if you should go look for him or not. You decided to go check up on him. Walking through the long hallways, eyes searching for him to see if he had left the bathroom.

After no signs of him in the hall you went to the nearest bathroom. Walking up to the men’s room. Before you could knock you heard a deep grunt. You knew it was Yagi.

You thought he may have been in pain, he was pretty fragile in his weak form usually. Then you heard it.

“Y/N...” a muffled moan came from behind the door.

You gasped quietly, arousal coursing through you going straight to your cunt. Your thighs squeezed together once you realized what he was doing. All Might was literally jerking off to you.

You debating on leaving, going back to the ballroom and acting like you didn’t hear that. But your body wouldn’t let you. You ached for him, cunt begging to be filled with him, his tongue, his fingers, his cock. All of it. Before you could stop yourself, you knocked.

The moans stopped, and it went silent.

“uhh someone is in here.” he spoke.

“Sorry, it’s Y/N. Are you okay?” You knew what was going on but still asked anyways.

You heard his belt and shuffling. Soon after he opened the door. It was quite the sight. His hair was a mess, he was bright red, a thin layer of sweat over himself. His shirt was wrinkled and his tie was loose, giving you a view of his chest. Only making you more aroused. He gave a lopsided, awkward smile.

“I-i’m okay! just needed to clean up” he said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Doesn’t look like it, Yagi.” You said, a smirk on your face. You weren’t sure where the hell this sudden confidence you had came from. More than likely from the drinks you had had, but you were not complaining.

He looked startled and embarrassed by your response. You opted to use this newfound confidence to your advantage.

“Yagi..” you said seductively. “Do you need help, seems like you’ve got a problem there.” You said, looking down to the very obvious erection he had been trying to get rid of.

“Yes please.” He replied instantly.

You shut the door behind you, locking it. Shocked with how you were acting. You looked at him deeply before pulling him down by his loose tie to kiss him. Your hands wandered to his clothed crotch, his buttons undone giving you access to slide your hand easily into his pants, over his underwear. You could feel the heat pulsating off his rock hard cock.

He began panting into the kiss, having a hard time kissing back due to what you were doing. You softly rubbed against his erection, his hips rutting into your hand, his body begging for more friction. You broke the kiss by getting on your knees in front of him.

He didn’t think he could be anymore flustered than he was in this moment, but he was wrong. He groaned softly at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. He had been dreaming of this for 4 months.

You pulled his underwear down letting his cock spring free, smacking against his shirt. Pre-cum still leaking out of the mushroom head. You started by kissing underneath the tip, making him moan deeply, rumbling in his chest. After a few seconds of teasing you placed the tip in your mouth, sucking firmly.

Yagi was convinced he was going to cum right then and there, not wanting to ruin the moment so it can go on for as long as possible, he focused his attention on trying to not cum. He placed his hands in your hair, enjoying how soft it is. He was gentle with it, not wanting to hurt you.

His hand covered nearly all of the back of your head, making your thighs squeeze together at the thought of how big his hands actually were, how good those long, thin fingers would feel knuckle-deep in your pussy. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs, and onto the floor beneath you.

To your surprise, his grip on your hair began to tighten. He started guiding you down further onto his cock, wanting you to take all of him. He began to get more rough the longer you sucked him. He couldn’t control himself when he roughly pushed you all the way down on him, nose brushing against his stomach. Drool began dripping down out of your mouth. You moaned and tried to focus on breathing so you wouldn’t gag. He was all the way down your throat.

By this point, all embarrassment was out the window for Yagi. He was too caught up in the pleasure he continuously let out deep, rough moans. He placed both hands on the back of your head and began face-fucking you. Getting off on the sounds of you beginning to gag.

“I had no idea you were so slutty Ms. Y/N, showing up in a dress like that, having all those men practically undressing you with their eyes. You should’ve known better little one.” He spoke as he continued to assault your throat.

You whimpered loudly at his lewd words. Feeling yourself become wetter by the second. Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes just by how rough he was being. You wanted to please him so you happily continued to suck on his long cock.

Yagi could feel himself reaching his climax, between the sound of your whimpering and how he could see your slick dripping onto the floor, he didn’t have much longer. He pulled you off his cock, using his grip on your hair to pull off your knees.

“Now Ms. Y/N, why don’t you show me how slutty you can be for ol’ All Might huh?” He spoke, lust deep in his tone.

“Yes sir” You said quietly, making him groan at the name. He spun you around quickly and bent your body over the sink. You were so small compared to him, he made everyone around him look tiny, especially you. He rushed to push your gown up over your hips, giving him a view of your bare ass, no panties at all. Your face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well look here... no panties hm? Oh and you’re dripping. Is that all for me?” His words going straight to your cunt. He had leaned down over you to say it in your ear, making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“Yes All Might, it’s all for you sir.” You whined.

He let out a dark and intimidating laugh at your pathetic words. He got down on his knees, you could feel his deep breathing against your cunt, before you could even moan he buried his tongue as far as it could go in you. Savoring the taste of you as he groaned, the vibrations only making it more pleasurable. You’re eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling.

Yagi continued his assault on your sweet cunt. Adding a few fingers just to see how loud he could make you moan, not caring if others heard. Only a few minutes in, he had your legs shaking. You were on the verge of tears from the pleasure from his fingers and tongue.

“P-Please sir... I need your cock.” You moaned out, jaw going slack at his lips sucking around your swollen clit.

“So impatient, little one. Are you gonna be good from here on out? My good girl?” He spoke, pulling away from your cunt briefly before going back to lick up the juices leaking from you.

“Yes! Yes i’ll be good sir, please!” You whimpered out, barely able to speak.

“Are you sure little one?”

“Yes! I promise i’ll be good All Might!”

He stood back up, his form towering over you once again. He stroked himself a few times, using the slick on his fingers from your cunt as lubricant for his cock. He pushed the tip against your slit, rubbing it up and down and chuckling as you pushed yourself back against him, so needy and desperate for him. This was like a dream come true, his mind in a haze from the lust he felt coursing through his body.

Yagi could no longer keep teasing, he needed to be buried as far in you as possible. He slowly pushed in, he knew his was significantly bigger than average so he took his time, careful to not cause you too much pain. The further he sunk into your warm walls, the harder in became for him to not shove himself in. The way your cunt molded perfectly around his cock, like you were made to be fucked by him, only made him throb more.

“Shit” he said loudly, barely able to contain his now constant moans, blending so nicely with your begs and whimpers.

Once he was fully inside you, all 12 inches buried deep in your tight cunt, he began to slide it back out before rutting his hips and shoving himself all the way back in. He didn’t mean to, but the way you screamed when he did spurred him on. He began to fuck into you at a brutal pace, your breasts bouncing. He made eye contact with you through the mirror, seeing you bent over. They way your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth open and tongue out made him go feral.

“What a lewd face doll, it’s so pathetic how much you like being fucked on my cock.” He said while grabbing you hair, pulling your head back further as he placed his face near your ear, making sure you could hear him well, all his moans, and deep breathing.

You could hardly speak, you had never been so full in your entire life. You could feel him reaching past your cervix, practically in your womb. Tears ran down your face from the pleasure, practically screaming each time he went all the way back in. He continued to whisper dirty things in your ear, making you drip down your legs and all over his legs.

The room was unbearably hot now, moans, whimpers, grunts, and wet noises filled the small space. Anyone outside could probably hear everything, not knowing it’s you, the sweet young new teacher being fucked by the former no.1 hero.

Yagi could tell you were close, the way your walls began to tighten with every thrust, he reached his long arm under you, in between your thighs and began to rub small fast circles on your clit.

“Cum for me little one, cum around my cock.” he whispered in your ear.

That’s all it took, with a scream you began to cum, your juices flowing out even more than before somehow. Yagi moaned loudly and the feeling of your velvety walls clamping down on him, making it hard for him to move in and out. Not even a few seconds after your orgasm began, his began too.

He pushed himself to the hilt of you and began to pant. His legs shaking nearly as much as yours. Hot, thick cum spurting into your womb. You could feel the warm sensation of him spilling his seed into you. You couldn’t care less if he got you pregnant at this point, pleasure clouding your mind.

After a few minutes of staying inside you, you both trying to catch your breath, he pulled out his now semi-hard cock. You stood back up and turned to him, he looked at you and gave yet another awkward smile, embarrassed by how he lost control.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to get rough. I jus-” His words were cut off by your kiss. Exhaling deeply as you pressed your mouth against his. You broke the kiss after a few seconds.

“Don’t worry Yagi, that was amazing. We should do that more often.” You said with that smile that made his stomach fill with butterflies like a school boy with a crush.

He smiled back at you briefly before looking down between your legs. You moved to grab toilet paper to clean yourself up.

“No, no doll. You get to keep my cum inside you. I wanna watch you struggle to hide the mess we’ve made.” He said deeply.

He dismissed your complaints with a chuckle, enjoying how your face flushed from his words. He pulled your dress back down, and kissed your forehead.

“You’ll be okay sweetheart. Let’s go back out, I wanna dance with you.” He said softly.

He grabbed your hand and led you out the door. Running into midnight, who was about to enter the women’s rest room.

“Hi yag- Oh. OH!” she spoke once she noticed you behind him, your hair a mess and your face red.

Midnight smirked and winked at you. Giving you a thumbs up she walked into the bathroom.

You and Yagi laughed before heading to the ballroom where you both would dance for the rest of the night.

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I hope you liked it!!! It took me like 5 hrs to write in total thanks to my ADHD. I also accidently deleted this halfway through writing it and cried about it for an hour, but its down now luckily.

Requests are open if you would like to submit any ideas for me to write. :))))

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It’s heeeeere! Another summasalt, this time with nearly twice the length of the first one!

(Turns out that not having caffeine doesn’t help me talk any slower.)

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Anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Rocketear?

Can you Rocketear the newest episode apart with your salt, my beloved Salt Queen?

Penny for your thoughts on Rocketear?

Aw, anon! You can have that for free! I'm a generous goddess.

"Rocketear" begins with Chat Noir and Carapace - just Carapace, really - holding back a pack of what I presume to be the physical manifestation of the writing staff's age, or at least a representation of how behind the times the writing seems.

Just as the dinosaurs break through Shellter. Ladybug shows up with the scientist who revived the dinosaurs in the first place and said scientist uses a whistle to calm the dinosaurs down. There's also a line from Bob Roth about putting the dinosaurs in a theme park to make money and I know what it's referencing but it's so incredibly random that it doesn't really come off as a proper joke.

Carapace was notably sad right after battle, but insisted that he was fine when Ladybug asked. Rena, sporting a... - I would like to say "new design" but it's a recolor in every sense of the word - is hiding behind part of a building and smiles after the heroes before walking off. Ladybug takes Nino's miraculous back but sees that he's still upset and asks him again what's wrong. Nino asks where Alya was and Ladybug claims that she only needed Carapace for the job, which cheers him up but only until Ladybug is already gone.

Mm, I guess Nino and Adrien relate in heroism not being enough for them unless they have their respective love interest to flirt with.

Also, I know this is an obvious set-up, but the show can't tell me that Ladybug just always brought Nino and Alya whenever she needed one of them. Season 3 required her to go to Master Fu to get the miraculouses, and unless she already knew that Nino and Alya would be in the same location - which, okay, the show does basically shove the two of them together whenever Nino is onscreen, fair, if two characters are in a relationship in this show then it's weird for them to NOT be with that person - but it just seems like a gamble, not to mention proof to Shadow Moth that the two are close if Ladybug constantly brings both of them.

Anyway, Ladybug goes into the sewer and asks Rena if she's seen any sign of Shadow Moth or his traps. Rena didn't see anything and they de-transform. Marinette is about to leave when she thinks of something, but Alya assumes it's about her new look, which was apparently not voluntary on her part and the suit automatically adapted to Alya's new role as Rena Furtive, which she has now named it as.

Marinette reminds her that this is supposed to be a secret and that they agreed that the fox has no owner. When Alya is evasive about whether she told Nino that she won't be Rena anymore, Marinette stresses that everyone needs to believe that Alya won't be using a miraculous anymore so that she can remain an undercover spy.

What's the point in changing the look if you're not going to show yourself anyway? I mean, insurance, I guess, but still.

Alya, exasperated, parrots what Marinette has apparently told her before: that she helps Ladybug with Mirage in case Shadow Moth tries to follow her so Rena can follow him instead. Marinette stresses the situation again and Alya tries to get Marinette to agree on her telling Nino that she's Rena Furtive, but Marinette refuses.

At Marinette's house, Alya talks further and explains that she doesn't know if she can lie to Nino since they don't keep any secrets--Alya, babe, you kept Rena Rouge from him and didn't tell him that you knew he was Carapace until Ladybug was forced to give you your miraculouses at the same time. I don't wanna hear it.

Marinette states that it's too late for that and also not technically a lie, but Alya gets upset and says that Nino will never trust her again if he finds out that she kept something from him. Marinette brings up how she had to keep secrets from Alya too, but they're interrupted by Tom appearing and wanting to play games with them. Marinette makes an excuse about homework that she's repeated many times, as Tom comments that the teachers give her too much. After Tom is kicked out - hang on, lemme just... - Marinette uses the moment to show Alya that she's lied to her family a lot and hasn't played games with her father in months. She states that there's no other option as they have to protect their identities, and Alya agrees to talk to Nino.

In Alya's room - I just presume at this point that Nino's house doesn't exist and Chris is an illusion - Alya tells Nino that they need to talk, but stammers and states that it's hard to talk about. Nino thinks that she wants to break up with him, but Alya assures that she loves him. She finally gets to the cover story that Rena herself made up in "Sentibubbler" and Nino understands, sad that she won't be around anymore but agreeing if it's what Ladybug thinks is best.

Is it weird that Nino respects Ladybug's wishes more than Alya does?

Nino hugs her and is confused by why Alya was nervous to tell him, as she can tell him anything and nothing will change their relationship. Alya feels guilty and hugs back, murmuring about how they don't have any secrets; that's not what Nino said, but sure, push this plot to its already predictable conclusion. I mean, I thought it was vaguely sweet that Nino switched to seriousness immediately when Alya said that she wanted to talk, but how am I supposed to be invested in this couple when their dynamic boils down to "STRONG, INDEPENDANT WOMAN who wears the pants in the relationship because her boyfriend is portrayed as a wimpy coward"? Like, the show constantly dragged Nino down to make Alya look "powerful" by comparison, and then when it comes to characters like Marinette, we get a girl who works very well outside of her relationship with her endgame love interest.

It's the fakest form of "girl power," dragging guys down to raise girls up or actually making a strong girl character but having her love interest be a weakness that creates flaws in her that weren't there originally and having that love interest be who she's "destined for."

I'm rambling, sorry.

In class, Marinette assures Alya that she did the right thing and Alya agrees. As they're leaving school, Marinette talks about how their "night walks" start soon, and Alya non-subtly talks about how Rena Furtive will be on the lookout while Ladybug and Chat Noir patrol. She stops, however, as gets excited about some pictures she took of herself as Rena Furtive, which has a lot of details that Marinette hasn't seen. I don't know whether to groan at what I just heard or remind everyone that Rena Furtive is literally just a recolor and therefore this is the writers patting themselves on the back for this design, so let's just move on.

Alya then shows Marinette her phone--AUGH, MY EYES--and suggests making a poll on her Ladyblog so people can vote for their favorite Rena design. Marinette has to stress again that Rena Furtive is supposed to be a spy and thus invisible, which Alya admits that she forgot about.

Okay, I've been holding off on talking about this, but now seems like the best time to bring it up. Alya has been a trash friend as well as a trash confidant, and her role as Rena Rouge boiled down to, "it was convenient for her to be the fox at the time it was needed." She's not particularly stealthy like one would expect of a fox, and she was easily one of the worst candidates to be told Marinette's big secret. I'll get more into this later, but I have to stress that Alya has treated Marinette no differently since learning of Marinette's identity and has already gone against Marinette's orders once before at the time of this episode airing. Episodes are constantly torn between validating their decision to have Marinette tell Alya, having Marinette be worried about the decision while the show considers her to be ridiculous for it, and then having Alya either consider or make choices that clearly don't gel well with what's good for her role. Much like Marinette, she lacks a sense of self-control and--wow, a female character who's impulsive, never seen that stereotype before.

Point being, "Sentibubbler" stressed over and over that Alya was the right choice and deserved to be both the permanent fox and the understudy for guardian, but then we have "Rocketear" here where Alya is making basic emotionally-driven errors that I'm not even remotely sympathetic to when Marinette has gone through so much worse over the course of three+ seasons.

*sigh*

Alya laments that it's hard to find new content for the Ladyblog - ah, yes, tell me more about your struggles, Alya - but figures that at least she can post stuff about Chat Noir instead of--I don't know--making fake Ladybug theories to lead people off Marinette's trail. Marinette says that it's a great idea, though Alya still doesn't look too happy. The scene then rewinds to a little bit to show a different point of view, this time with Adrien and Nino. Wait, this feels familiar, wasn't there another episode that did something like--ohhhh no, this is going to hurt.

After saying good-bye to Adrien - something I wish I could do every time he's mentioned or on-screen - Nino catches the bit of conversation where Alya talks about the Ladyblog. Nino talks as if Marinette isn't there and asks Alya out to the movies because Marinette is chopped liver and this is about Alya and how sad she is, guys.

Wow, she's turning into Adrien faster and faster.

Alya hesitates, but Marinette assures her that there's still time. Alya excitedly runs off with Nino and they watch what I presume are previews given the narrator, featuring recycled footage from the Ladybug PV. Nino is upset because Rena is mentioned but not Carapace, and the preview features Rena telling Chat Noir to forget Ladybug because it's Chat and Rena herself who are trulu made for each other.

I don't know what's funnier; the complete lack of self-awareness or the suggestion that a biracial couple would exist in this show outside of a special that gives them maybe a minute of screentime and acts more like suggestive canon anyway. I think I might've been too generous with that line about dinosaurs.

Nino is offended by the preview and Alya brushes off his comments, stating that it's just a cartoon and it's made to entertain people, though Nino himself is certainly not entertained. Can't say I entirely blame him considering that Alya doesn't really try to say anything substantial or even agree with him. No cuddling or reassuring kisses, she just gets slightly sad and turns to her phone for a bit.

After the movie, Nino is cheered back up again until he catches Alya on her phone once more. He offers to take her home, but she's distracted, and he comments that what she showed to Marinette looked pretty nice; I don't know because they didn't show it. Nino asks what it was and Alya evades the question, stating that her battery is running out. Nino is suspicious, but spots Andre's ice cream cart and the two head over there. Andre calls them his favorite couple and asks what they want, but Alya sees Ladybug gesturing for her and has to run off, giving Nino a cheek kiss as she goes which feels like too little too late at this point.

Nino catches some conveniently-placed kids arguing over who Chat Noir loves, but they settle on the fact that girls in general love Chat Noir. Nino is then seen at the Seine watching the Ladyblog's latest video, where Alya is talking up how amazing Chat Noir is. I hate to stop every five seconds to complain - okay, actually I don't - but I presume this video must've been made after the movie since Nino seems like the type who would actively follow his girlfriend's blog, yet not only is this video perfectly set up to echo the kids and the movie preview, but Alya - despite apparently caring about her boyfriend soooo much that she kept trying to convince Marinette to bend the rules - didn't even try to warn Nino or text him so he doesn't take it too seriously. It's like "Sentibubbler" with the conflicting messages about identity rules; Alya cares about her boyfriend but both isn't thinking about how he'll take the things she says and apparently doesn't know him well enough to realize that he wouldn't be mad over her keeping a secret that she was told to keep. I already talked about how they play up Nino to be the emotionally weaker one of the relationship, but then they don't have Alya try to cover or make up for that. She's been acting very much not like Alya - you know, the one who in "Sapotis" practically bragged about how great she'd be at covering for Ladybug - with her stutters and weak excuses, so I can't completely blame Nino for being upset after everything that's happened when he sees the writers projecting onto Alya as she talks about how Chat Noir is brave and funny and cute and showing all these images of him as well. I don't agree with all of his actions, but--oh yeah, speaking of which--

Nino calls Adrien and is talking to him about how Alya must be in love with someone else. Adrien dismisses the idea, as Alya and Nino are together basically all the time, and asks who she could possibly be in love with. When Nino suggests that it's Chat Noir, Adrien laughs and jokes about it being Fang instead. Nino points out the video but Adrien did see it but is overall unphased and convinced that it means nothing. Nino says that he'll find proof and hangs up, but Adrien is certain he'll find nothing. Plagg comments that Nino will find someone because Plagg's charisma has definitely contaminated Adrien.

Ugh.

Adrien expresses concern that he put on the cat's charm too much and accidentally made Alya fall for him, and decides to visit Alya as Chat Noir to be sure.

Meanwhile, we get a reference to film noirs as Nino narrates. That's the second blatant reference this episode and now I feel like they wrote this script while doing a movie marathon.

Chat Noir arrives at Alya's house and Trixx hides before Alya opens the curtains to reveal her surprise guest. Nino is nearby watching the scene with his phone as Alya wonders aloud if something's wrong. Chat assures that everything's fine, but brings up the video she posted. He insists that it made him happy, but points out that she's been following him and Ladybug since the beginning and that they know each other much better due to everything that's happened. He has some conveniently-worded dialog as he starts to say that he hopes something's just an illusion and Alya gets worried that he's about to bring up Rena. Chat continues and clarifies that he wonders if she started to feel something for him, though adds that he understands because just look at him.

UGGGGH.

Chat clarifies by making a heart with his hands, which Nino sees. Alya laughs at this gesture and states that she has a boyfriend, doing the same heart gesture and suggesting that her love for Nino is even more than that. Chat Noir apologizes - hm, I didn't know he had the capacity to do that - and hugs Alya, saying that he was just confused.

An absolutely unnecessary hug for two people who, at least in terms of their current selves, have had very little screentime together, but this is also the show where making eye contact basically means your friends and it's all just to push the plot along so Nino inteprets that Alya is in love with Chat Noir, so whatever I guess.

Alya states that Nino is far more irresistable than Chat, then adds that she doesn't even know his secret identity, and she'd never fall in love with someone she doesn't know. Nino then runs away upset and the scene cuts away to the next day where--

Wait, wait, wait, hang on a second. Two things right off the bat there.

First off, we're just gonna sidle past that "wouldn't fall in love with someone you don't know the identity of" while ignoring the existence of the love square? Not even Chat thinking about how he doesn't know Ladybug's identity and trying to excuse that he doesn't have to? This guy is that certain of their relationship?

Secondly, Nino is practically sobbing and Shadow Moth doesn't take this as his opportunity? Same guy who akumatized Mr. Pigeon 72 times and has akumatized Gigantitan more than once? What is this pacing???

But--alright, so Adrien comes into school and sees Nino, still dressed up in his detective gear, which gets ignored completely as Adrien goes to tell him about Chat Noir and Alya. Because the show doesn't know how Adrien would convey this within reason, Nino interrupts him, taking him down into the lower part of the school where he has a desk and chairs set up. Adrien goes to ask when Nino had time to do this, but Nino slams his hand on the desk to cut him off. Nino presents the evidence he took and they go back and forth, likewise with Adrien turning off the background music while Nino turns it back on. Adrien insists that it's a misunderstanding, but pleads innocent when Nino asks how he knows. Adrien states that Alya is just a superhero fan and that she and Chat Noir have nothing in common.

Again, the complete lack of self-awareness is astonishing.

Adrien repeats what Alya said about secret identities and how she wouldn't fall for someone she doesn't know - they're really ignoring this, aren't they? - and continues hitting Nino's soft spots about how unlikely it is until Nino decides to tell Adrien something he's not supposed to.

He tells Adrien, not only that Alya is Rena Rouge, but that he's Carapace. Adrien goes through a range of emotions beyond sAD for once, shocked at the fact that they know each other's identities. Nino states that they don't keep secrets from each other, except now Alya is with Chat Noir. Adrien still doesn't understand and brings up how secret identities have to be protected, or else Nino wouldn't have told him because Ladybug wouldn't agree to it.

Oh, here we go. So that's why they waited.

Nino states that it was Ladybug herself who gave them their miraculouses at the same time; not giving the reason why, of course, nor pointing out that they're temporary heroes so there's understandably some leeway. Adrien is having a moment, but manages to bring the subject back to Alya and Chat Noir, who he still doesn't think are a thing. Nino argues that it's because Adrien doesn't know Chat Noir, but he does because he's Carapace and knows how Chat Noir acts. He says that it's all flowers and confessions when Ladybug appears, but he gets rejected because Ladybug thinks that he's annoying, and she's right. He adds that Chat flirts with Rena Rouge and that's all that needs to happen, with Chat stepping in on the first mission Carapace lost in. Nino laments the loss of the love of his life and wishes to shut Chat Noir up forever; we all do, Nino, we all do. Shadow Moth finally steps in with - oh, less than eight minutes left in the episode, yikes - and Nino is akumatized into Rocketear.

Rocketear rejects Adrien's pleas to stop, insisting that Chat Noir is who he's after, not Adrien, and Adrien transforms in sad fashion despite Plagg's reminder of who Rocketear is after. Alya, meanwhile, is in the art club with Marinette - wait, since when was Alya in the art club - telling Marinette about how Chat Noir thought she was into him due to the video, which Marinette groans at. There's an earthquake and they peek outside to see Rocketear firing his tears at Chat Noir, shouting that he stole Alya from him. Chat Noir tries to tell him otherwise, but Rocketear won't listen.

Alya groans at Nino doing this, then she and Marinette set off to find a place to transform. They conveniently go to the same place Adrien and Nino were, so they see the desk that Nino had set up.

Genuine question, how seriously does this episode want me to take itself, because now when I recount all the unnecessary love square drama in my head - because you know that's where this is going - I'm going to have to think, "Nino, dressed in a detective outfit, ripped off his fake mustache and told Adrien both his and Rena's identities, and also that Ladybug was totally cool with it and thinks that Chat Noir is annoying."

Gettin' two completely different vibes here. The episode clearly wants to be important but it doesn't take itself seriously either, which it totally could while including enough jokes to keep things light. Instead, I'm just left scratching my head and wondering what tone they're going for.

Marinette finds Nino's phone on the desk - I'm calling continuity error on that one because he at no point put it on the desk, at least not on-screen - and she questions Alya on the video she sees. Alya insists that nothing happened, apparently completely unphased by her boyfriend having spied on her, and says that he wouldn't have misunderstood if he'd heard the actual conversation.

The two transform and Ladybug immediately uses Lucky Charm, receiving a projector. Ladybug is clueless and Rena Furtive suggests creating an imaginary movie like Nino. Ladybug gets an idea, remembering Alya's earlier comments, and Rena confirms that she remembers every word of it.

Aaaaand, just like that, all of the tension has been completely sucked away. You know, "Backwarder" was a trash episode, but at least when Ladybug was showing every step of her plan, she didn't tell us what it was.

Meanwhile, Rocketear and Chat Noir are still arguing--I started zoning out at hearing the same thing over and over again at this point, so I just presume they were fighting over who does stuff behind their love interest's backs better; I don't think they came to an agreement but they're both losers anyway.

Chat Noir says that he'll prove his innocence, tossing his baton aside to show him giving up, but Rocketear points out that it proves nothing and strikes Chat Noir with his tears.

Our endgame love interest, everyone. Straight As yet about as smart as a sack of bricks, and that at least won't flirt with anyone non-consensually.

Chat Noir makes a point that he doesn't want to hurt Rocketear, and Shadow Moth tells Rocketear to take his miraculous before finishing him. Chat Noir can only weakly tell him not to before Ladybug snags Rocketear's wrist and diverts the shot. Ladybug explains to Rocketear about the projector and how it'll let him hear the audio of the recording he took. She adds that she doesn't know what Chat said, but she trusts him.

Marinette, I'm sorry, I feel so bad for you.

Ladybug turns on the projector and Rocketear relaxes at actually hearing what was going on. Rena then de-transforms and hurries out to meet with Rocketear, hugging him as Rocketear apologizes for doubting her. Alya also kinda sorta apologizes in a way I don't understand and Rocketear then breaks his akumatization, very casually, all on his own.

Yeah, just--casually, in a matter of seconds in fact. You know, it's really sad when people resisting akumatizations are more tense and emotionally compelling than them breaking them. This is twice in one season now and has zero impact considering that Nino's reason for being akumatized was already taken care of so he had no reason to stay akumatized anyway. Him breaking his own object to release the akuma would've at least been different, but instead it's just a repeat of what Alya went through with even less tension considering that Alya's wasn't even that good in the first place, relying on her relationship to Ladybug rather than who she knew to be her best friend.

Moving on, Ladybug captures the akuma and uses Miraculous Ladybug to bring everything back to normal. Shadow Moth monologues about how love and secrets don't go well together and he's sure that she has a lot and I'll talk about this later.

Ladybug hands over the magical charm, which Nino takes but insists that he won't need it, as he'll never let Shadow Moth use his love to manipulate him again. Plenty of other things to get akumatized over, but they gave the supposedly ace character a robot to help him stick out and also gave the supposedly aro character a miraculous back in season one to give her more importance. If characters aren't in love then they need something to ceompensate for it.

Nino apologizes to Chat Noir for being wrong and Chat Noir assures him that everyone has doubts, even him. He gets sad and Ladybug asks him what's wrong, but he insists that he's fine - officially throwing away his right to be upset at her later as far as I'm concerned - and they do their usual fist buuuuu--

...Really?

Everyone then splits up and Chat Noir sulks by himself instead of--you know, talking to Ladybug, or asking her anything, or making any sort of excuse for her because that would mean he actually has faith in her and understands that their partnership is different from temporary heroes, even if the excuse was as basic as her wanting to protect him more than the others because he would be that egotistical if they didn't want to stretch out this unnecessary drama.

Later on, Adrien is staring at a picture on the Ladyblog that might be a metaphor for the show considering how "in the foreground" Chat Noir and Rena are.

Adrien vents about Ladybug giving miraculouses to Alya and Nino, but Plagg states that she's the guardian. Adrien clarifies that he's referring to Alya and Nino knowing each other's identities, but Plagg doesn't see the issue. Adrien gets huffy and asks why the rule exists for LadyNoir but not Ninya, but Plagg again points out that she's the guardian, so she makes the rules, though obviously he uses cheese metaphors to convey it.

Okay, Plagg is only, like--half-right because he doesn't have all the information. If you don't mind me rambling for a bit, I'm on the fence here because, on one hand--yes, I agree that Marinette should be allowed to make her own rules, and I often do that in my writing because I think she should be permitted leeway in order to let herself be happy, but on the other hand, it's not technically her rule, as she had to let Alya and Nino in on their identities back in the Season 2 finale, so Fu was still around for a season. She wasn't even guardian yet!

Now, presumably so the fandom could blame Marinette if anything happened, Marinette never discussed this with Fu on-screen, so I can't say whether or not Fu knew, but I feel like he must've since Marinette had to have told him the heroes' identities off-screen, given "Party Crasher," and thus I imagine that Marinette would tell Fu everything that happened, which is consistent with what she does on-screen even if she'd keep things from him for a little while.

"Furious Fu" had also established that not even Master Fu followed rules completely, meaning that Marinette is in this awkward spot of mostly following what Fu taught her, which aren't all guardian rules anyway, and having to break the rules on occasion for various purposes. I can't say what Fu approved of and what he didn't, because episodes spend so much time on the love square that they forget about Marinette as a person and how she interacts with everyone else. From an emotional standpoint, I can't blame Marinette for not revoking the miraculouses of people whose identities get discovered because of her, as I imagine she feels guilty and it probably doesn't seem fair to force them into another miraculous or have them be entirely without one because of a mistake that she made, meaning that someone needs to be throwing a lot of red flags for Marinette to be through with them.

Though obviously, from the show's standpoint, it's just an excuse to not make new models, but I complained about that enough in "Sentibubbler" and this episode even went out of its way to design a detective model for Nino while spraypainting Alya's bodysuit in the same breath, so this is the world we live in.

Anyway, Marinette is essentially in this position where she still has Fu's rules hovering over her, but she's also trying to step out on her own and make her own decisions to varying degrees of success or failure depending on your point of view. Tikki--wait, no, bad idea--Su-Han then, could easily give input on these things, perhaps with Marinette discussing a modern day set of rules for someone her age and going back and forth with Su-Han on what the right choices to make are, finding something that's comfortable but within a realm of predictable control. Su-Han was okay with some rules being broken after seeing how Ladybug handled them and they could've easily made this episode about that instead, but instead, we get rules being set and then being broken on a writer's whim.

Which now brings us to the end of the episode, where Marinette is on the phone with Alya and apologizes for causing trouble between her and Nino. Alya tells her not to worry and she'll fix things - you know, those things that, to Marinette's knowledge, have already been fixed - and asks if Marinette trusts her. Marinette does, and Alya hangs up in order to face Nino.

Yeah, that feeling of dread in your stomach? That means you know how predictable the writing is and what's about to happen, good for you.

Alya explains that she has to tell Nino something and he's worried, this time trying to sheepishly break the tension. She explains that she's still Rena Rouge, much to Nino's shock, and adds that she's in hiding, which is why Ladybug didn't want her to tell anyone. Nino asks why she's telling him if she's not supposed to tell anyone - proving my point from a while back that he wouldn't have been upset had she kept it a secret - then asks if Ladybug agreed with it.

I want to give him a pat on the back for considering Ladybug, but he didn't even tell her when he had the chance that Adrien knows his identity now, so I'm just beaten down at this point.

Instead of answering the question directly, Alya says that she can't hide her identity from him because she loves him and they don't have secrets.

You know, like Nino telling Adrien about Rena's identity, or Alya saying specifically that she's a permanent holder, which I'm sure both of them will confess to since they said that they don't have--aaaaand the episode ends on happy triumphant music, okay.

I mean, I guess Alya at least didn't tell him that Marinette was Ladybug, but that is such a low bar and not even remotely worthy of congratulations when Alya told Nino the specific thing that Marinette told Alya not to tell; the thing that they had agreed on.

Nino wasn't upset anymore. He won't be getting akumatized either. Alya endured the supposed hardship of being a permanent fox holder for four episodes before breaking down and telling her boyfriend. Even her excuse doesn't hold any water because, again, they're both still technically keeping a secret, particularly Alya who knows Marinette's identity as Ladybug. The episode also apparently forgets that Alya and Marinette's friendship must not be as strong by her logic of telling Nino specifically everything, as Alya kept Rena Rouge a secret from Marinette for all of Season 3, but tells Nino about continuing to be Rena Rouge in Season 4. Boyfriends before BFFs without explicitly saying it, or to be more specific, whatever screws Marinette over the most, because that's what this comes down to, made worse by "Optigami" where Marinette told Alya that she'd tell her everything and I guess that doesn't go both ways.

"Sentibubbler" had Alya stress that no one would ever know. She promised Marinette and told Marinette to trust her, and the episode spent its entire running time talking her up and assuring Marinette that she was the right choice, even considering Marinette ridiculous for worrying when Alya had done something without Marinette's permission the episode right before it. Then, three episodes after "Sentibubbler," when Marinette is finally comfortable and trusts Alya completely, Alya betrays that trust. Nino betrayed that trust, knowing he wasn't supposed to do so but telling Adrien his and Rena's identity anyway, because he was losing an argument and needed to PROVE something.

Marinette gives them an inch and they take a mile. Marinette bent the rules so that they could continue to have the miraculous they'd started with and they disrespected her because it was hard for like a day.

And if this bites them back, it won't reflect poorly on them, it'll reflect poorly on Marinette.

It's not like Alya just overrode Marinette. She didn't go, "Hey, I'm telling Nino, I'm sorry," or tried her hardest to go back and forth with Marinette until they both agreed. No, she did what she told Marinette she wouldn't do without saying a word to her, because LOVE and SEEEECRETS.

And this only applies to her, of course, because don't think I didn't notice the parallels between this episode and "Truth," because WOW.

Episode begins with Marinette hoping for something and it blows up in her face? A date at the cinema that ends on a sour note? Plot-centric couple trying to get Andre's ice cream and the female with a secret needing to leave in a hurry? Boyfriend character getting akumatized over their girlfriend's secret? Boyfriend assumes/suggests that the girlfriend's secret involves Aaaaaadrien - or his alter-ego in "Rocketear"'s case - and the episode hints as much to him even though he's completely wrong? Akuma's colors are blue and black? THE BRIDGE?

But, ahhh, little difference, here and there, y'know, like how Marinette was forced to break up with her boyfriend while Alya got to keep hers, and Nino got to have long talks with Alya while Luka got little to nothing with Marinette.

Because do note that Alya, while trying to convince Marinette and talk to Nino about not keeping secrets, at no point suggests that Marinette deserves to be happy and deserves to have a boyfriend and that Marinette should be allowed to tell Luka her secret so they can get back together, so you have Alya here selfishly prioritizing her relationship with Nino while making no comment about Marinette's relationship, essentially asking Marinette to allow her what Marinette herself didn't have the luxury of, and Alya knows this because Marinette told her. It is both incredibly insensitive of Alya and incredibly insulting of the show to make so many parallels between this episode and "Truth" just to have everything crash down for Marinette because she's Marinette while everything goes well for Alya and Nino because they're not Marinette.

We've talked before about the formulas that are literally baked into the show, and one of those is how Marinette makes a mistake in every episode and has to learn from it. What that mistake is in this episode, I don't know, but considering that she apologizes for Alya and Nino's problems, I guess the show blames her for what they themselves had taught her.

Point being, there's a clear karma system in place, but it only applies to Marinette, and forcing her to mess up in every episode means that she is literally not allowed to be with Luka because had she been able to clear things up between them, he would've eagerly accepted her and they could've been happy. It'd be too difficult for her to mess up when Luka doesn't put mountains of pressure and expectations on her like everyone else. Factor that in with how she can be herself around him and it leads to situation that are too difficult for her to screw up in because her mistakes - more often than not - center around Adrien or her role as guardian.

And because another rule in the show is to bring up Adrien so they don't "lose him for too long," she can't avoid bringing him up either. If he's not in the plot, he has to be mentioned, leaving Marinette in a lose-lose situation that she'll never be free from.

So, let me just get this straight then:

The guy who spied on his girlfriend instead of talking to her about his assumptions gets to keep his girlfriend, not because he realized it was wrong regardless of whether he was correct or not, but because the situation had been cleared up for him, yet the guy who actively resisted his akumatization, saddened by his girlfriend's secrets but wanting her to share them when she was ready, gets broken up with and tossed to the wayside because he's not a rich blond boy who got a miraculous because he happened to be within the twenty meters of space where Fu was searching for new holders?

Meanwhile, the girlfriend who has gone against the wishes and insistence of her best friend - guardian of the miraculouses, by the way, so she calls the shots, something that Alya herself said in "Optigami" BEFORE GOING ON TO DO HER OWN THING IN THE SAME EPISODE AND BEING REWARDED FOR IT - is allowed to go against the wishes and insistence of her best friend again for the sake of "all love, no secrets" with her boyfriend and so she can have the happy ending she wants, yet the girl who was chosen for a miraculous without her consent, forced to screw up and talk about a random boy who doesn't even go out of his way to spend time with her, treated like absolute trash by writers who find humor in her misery, and is the only one to receive overly harsh and long-lasting consequences for her actions while also covering up and forgiving the actions of others within the episode where they do it...

doesn't get her happy ending, and won't ever get her happy ending. That thing Shadow Moth said about love and secrets not going well together? Yeah, only goes as far as the writers want it to, because both Nino and Alya still have secrets, and some of the ones they did tell each other were forced by someone else and kept until that very moment. This idea that people in love have to tell each other everything and that it makes a relationship stronger makes me immensely uncomfortable, and that lesson is also in "Guiltrip."

People should be allowed their secrets, and obviously there are exceptions for things that are being hidden with malicious intent, but being essentially forced to share everything or risk not having a "full and complete" relationship is stifling and sounds like it'd only cause stress.

This episode sucks. It furthers and confirms everything I've already thought about the show, Nino's screentime continues to be dependent on Adrien, Alya, or both, there are pointless references that completely take me out of the experience, and the utter betrayal from Alya and supposed message of the episode just reminds me that Marinette is inevitably going to be stuck with a guy who didn't even DO anything in this episode and is going to let himself stew instead of asking for any sort of clarifications from someone he apparently trusts so much.

So the takeaway is that Marinette's life is awful, she'll be forced to apologize for rules that she didn't even come up with herself, her best friend will walk all over her for the sake of her relationship with a guy - not even for the sake, really, they were going to be fine, it was more for HER personal comfort if anything - and the guy who actually makes Marinette happy and could've known her identity instead BECAUSE HE AT LEAST DIDN'T HAVE A TRACK RECORD OF SPILLING HER SECRETS gets treated in the exact same way that she does; like nothing, just something to abuse unfairly.

What a waste of an episode.

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