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betbeton · 2 years

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✃ Snowball

Haitani Ran × Reader

Warnings - Suicidal Thoughts, Canon Divergence, Child Neglect, Gang Activities, Attempted Suicide, Social Isolation, Anxiety, Stalking

Note - Time Jumper McGee is making an appearance

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· A/N - part 10 of middle of june will be out soon it's like way beefier than this so it's taking a bit. ·

Part 2 - Part 4

・❥・ Masterlist

After that fateful day meeting in the fish store it was like you saw Haitani Ran everywhere you went, even after handing all the evidence you had collected off to Tachibana. The moment the file left your possession you had wiped your hands clean of Bonten and more importantly that lilac haired menace who plagued your daily life.

Even when dropping Ren off at school he was there, flashy car and bad intentions. It was as if you had invoked a curse by speaking to the man, thankfully though he never made any move to approach you or your son. The only time you had spoken to him, even if by accident, was when out with your work partner for drinks to celebrate the companies anniversary. You had turned too quickly when exiting the karaoke room and bumped into someone walking down the hall, a monotone apology leaving your lips without a second thought. Though the voice that answered your words was one that caused you to stiffen where you stood in the doorway of the little room. Dull eyes skirting upwards to lock with lilac ones, eyebrows twitching with effort as you tried to avoid scowling, shoulders squaring as you sized up the threat you had ran into. Though when he spoke again the words caught you off guard like ice water being tossed on a drunkard.

"Ah, aren't you the person who made me look like a fool in that run down fish store?"

Opting to not entertain his false innocence with trying to keep a conversation flowing, you stepped back inside of the small room pushing the door closed though a disgustingly expensive looking shoe stopped the door from sliding shut fully. A large pale hand tugging it back open as the lanky man it belonged to stepped into the room trapping you like a predator would it's prey. Quickly side stepping his stride towards you had only succeeded in trapping you even further in the quickly shrinking space. With each step you took away from him it was as if the walls closed in around you, the quickening pace of your heart causing a sickening pit to form in your stomach. Just as he reached out for you with a lazy grin on his face as your stoic facade cracked ever so slightly everything went dark.

Swirling pitch black, shapes dancing in your vision as the inky tendrils of anxiety clawed at your throat. Just as the shadow that haunted the recesses of your mind reared it's ugly head, jagged teeth threatening to gore you where you stood, an incessant beeping tugged you out of the darkness. Sitting up eyes darting from one blank wall to another, finally settling on the tank that held your beloved Kiko. The ever calm fish munching on an aubergine slice you had stuck in there the previous night, just the sight of her calmed you down from the nightmare that had ravaged your young mind. Though the calm didn't last for long as a harsh knock jolted you from your own routine to control your emotions. Scrambling to open the door stoic face peering up at the pinched glare that seemed to permanently reside on your mother's once lovely face. Posture straightening as your eyes darted to the ground avoiding eye contact, just as she had taught you, you couldn't hide the small flinch that scratched at your spine when her gravely voice broke the tense silence.

"Get dressed, it is almost time for school."

With that she stalked down the stark white hallway towards the kitchen that ultimately held your father, willfully ignorant to the tense air that resided within his own home. Gently shutting your door you made quick work of putting on your uniform, small hands deftly twisting the bowtie into it's proper state as you gazed at yourself in the reflection of Kiko's tank. Head shaking to dispel any intrusive thoughts, alongside unnecessary emotions, you reached up lifting the lid of her tank fingers dipping into the water only to be met by the fish curiously nibbling at them. The little smile that graced your face would have caused your parents to remove her from your possession, but it was something that you sadly couldn't control. Tugging your hand loose from the water you let the lid fall shut once more.

Bidding Kiko a goodbye before marching your way towards the entrance of your home, readying yourself for the daily performance you had to put on to upkeep your family's image. As you rounded the corner to the entrance your mother unlatched the door, cold eyes silently urging you to hurry. Picking up your pace to a brisk walk, carefully tugging on your shoes once you had reached her a deep exhale leaving you as you readied yourself for her touch. The older woman tugged open the door and allowed you to exit the prison you called home, stopping and turning once you had stepped outside your body stiffened when she placed a kiss upon your forehead before shooing you away with a grin like a good parent would. Once the door slipped shut in front of your face you turned and began the walk to school, eager to reach the imposing building. Despite the harassment you endured from your peers it was far more bearable than spending anymore time near your parent's looming gaze.

And thus the day dragged on as it did every day before, though today after being beaten for speaking to a particularly angry student's girlfriend you had sunk into the ever looming thoughts in your mind. As you sat in the front row of your classroom, small hands clenched into fists around your poor stationary, an idea swirled around in your cracked mind. The only thing you truly had the most control of in this world was your own death, as cynical as it seemed for a high schooler from an affluent family to be thinking the thought only grew. As you festered behind your stoic facade the jagged hunched backed monster of your turbulent thoughts looming over your shoulder, the bell signaling lunch was your calling. Breaking you from your thoughts like a curse, you walked almost bewitched by the giddy joy of finally being in complete control of your life. The heels of your school shoes clicked ominously against the tile of the stairs as your made your way to the roof, swinging the door open once you had reached it. Marching towards the edge of the building, only to hoist yourself up to stand on the small ledge behind the safety rail after neatly setting your shoes on the concrete roof behind you. Just as you raised on small leg while bracing your hands on the rail, ready to make your parents pay for the years of torture they had dragged you through by demanding the perfect child, a larger hand grabbed you yanking you back onto the roof harshly. Nostrils flared with anger your stoic facade dropped completely as you turned to face your unwanted saviour, only for the anger to quell into tepid irritation as you came face to face with the flustered face of the halfwit delinquent from the year below you. Takemichi Hanagaki. Steeling your nerves as you moved to put your shoes back on and go back down to the oppressive expectations of your family, his voice crying out stopped you. He was babbling about how suicide wasn't the right choice, about how you had so much to look forward to. A heavy sigh dragged from your lungs as you turned, the harsh concrete digging into your sock clad feet as you spoke.

"I apologize for the distress I have caused you, please do not inform the school. It would be an immense dishonour to my family name if it got out I was going to end my parent's legacy in such a way."

The crying and babbling from the blonde stopped almost all at once as your words rung out into the warm air. Blinking his owlish eyes as he gazed at you it took him a moment to compose himself as he had quickly begun backpedaling his words.

"No no! I won't tell anyone! I just had to stop you from getting hurt so you won't be in hospital and can help me."

His words struck a cord, they seemed as if he was certain your attempt on your life would have been unsuccessful, almost as if he had prior knowledge.

"Hanagaki-San, have you tried to kill yourself by these means before?"

The boy gawked at you as if you had grown a second head. His hands waving in the air as he panicked scrambling over his words.

"No! I've never- listen L/N- I need you to hear me out, I am about to say something . . . unbelievable and I know how serious you are."

Eyes having narrowed in suspicion you made a vague gesture for him to continue.

"I am from the future! And I need your help! I can introduce you to Naoto Tachibana if you don't believe me! He'll back me up!"

Shoulders relaxing you squatted slipping on your shoes before standing straight, planting a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't believe you, but I am willing to help you as long as you do not get me in trouble with my Mother or Father."

Relief washed over the worried boy as he fixed a smile your way. Grasping your hand as he tugged you towards the door leading away from your only chance at freedom.

Blinking several times you replayed the interaction in your mind. Nervously knocking your dress shoe against the pavement as you gazed around at the delinquents all clad in gang uniforms around you. The claws of your inner thoughts scratching at your neck rendering you mute each time one of them approached you. Fingers nervously grasping onto your backpack as you distanced yourself from group, standing awkwardly near the gaggle of bikes that sat perched in the empty parking lot. Your thoughts began to crawl like a monster from the dark threatening to consume you where you stood, but a smooth voice broke you from them. Head jerking to the side only to be met with the lazy gaze of . . . Mitsuya, or so you recalled Takemichi calling him. The laid back boy spoke again, tone even and smooth dragging you back from the dark drop off that resided at the back of your mind.

"So how'd you get dragged here? Aren't you the kid of a lawyer and detective? Rebelling by befriending us or something?"

There was a laugh punctuating his words as his hand swung out awaiting your own to grasp it in a greeting.

"Yes. I am not rebelling or befriending any of you. I am simply here . . . to be helpful to Takemichi-san."

Relief flooded your veins when his hand retreated as a grin tugged at his lips. Bidding you a good night he made his way over to a tall boy with a scar on his lip, who seemed just as nervous as the twisting emotions hidden behind your stoic gaze. Your gaze darted towards quickly approaching footsteps as Takemichi, the younger boy looked flustered, waved his hands around apologizing for taking so long.

"It's fine. Though we should head to your home if we are to keep up the lie that I am spending the night at the student council president's home. My parents would charge you with kidnapping if they saw you with me in a dark parking lot past curfew."

You were certain the shiver down your spin was from the disproving gaze of your parents upset at you for not only the lie, but associating with someone of . . . lower class as they loved to refer to everyone not in their immediate circle. Their classicism was just one of the many things that isolated you socially, considering the children they approved of for you to be near viewed you as odd and a quote 'fish weirdo'. They weren't wrong, but the words still stung. Though as you walked with Takemichi and his friends towards his home you couldn't help how easily a sense of acceptance and calm settled over you. These boys despite being a year below you were the closest you had ever been to a true and functional relationship of any kind, your parents marriage was to further their families and purely translational. Tugging your backpack stuffed with a change of clothes higher on your back you let a half-hearted wave rock your arm as you and Takemichi parted from his friends. The door to his home opening inviting you into an almost suffocatingly normal home, pictures of him smiling plastered across the walls as he lead you towards his disgustingly cozy room.

It was all too much, being thrown into a normal home and dragged into a typical teens room in the same night. It left you feeling out of place, tacky expensive dress shoes just as out of place beside Takemichi's trainers as you were in your perfectly pressed and ironed uniform in his messy room. And so there you stood, stiff as a pole, not wanting to taint this picture of normalcy with your being. A hand wrapped around your wrist as Takemichi dragged you to sit down at the small table in the center of his room. He cracked a joke about your stiff and proper posture, saying you could relax he just wasn't going to drop all his knowledge on you at once. You didn't relax however, not truthfully anyways. There was a lingering gaze you felt following you where ever you went, destroying the serenity of any space you entered.

Later that night as you laid on the floor upon a makeshift bed, your carefully curated night clothes feeling like cold shackles caging you away from ever truly befriending and believing Takemichi or anyone, you couldn't help the urge to throw yourself from his window. Though as you stood and made your way over to the window, tugging back the curtain your hollow eyes landed on two figures standing under the streetlight. Both lanky though the one with braids and a weapon left a nauseous pit of fear in your stomach as he waved at you, gesturing for the other to follow him as he made his way down the dark street away from Takemichi's home.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani x y/n

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the-tf2-gremlin · 2 years

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FIRST ENCOUNTERS

THIS IS A SERIES THAT BELONGS TO A SERIES CALLED WHAT LURKS BENEATH

Warning! This fiction contains violence, and themes that maybe unsettling to some folks. Please proceed with caution. There are mentions of intended animal poaching and such, thankfully none of the critters end up too worse for wear so far. Being a Team Fortress 2 Fanfiction, you should know what you’re getting into, TF2, anything can happen. Otherwise, please enjoy the Mer Folk TF2 Series, What Lurks Beneath

ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42437688

This was definitely not on his agenda for the day. Ever since he was a small mako sharp pup, his mother always warned him about humans. They are dangerous, never trust one! But these… weird floating pods that bobbed at the water’s surface were throwing FOOD! Delicious tasty food! Like it had before his tummy protested angrily, thanks to lack of very little prey recently. This was only his first month of being weened… and so far hunting hasn’t been plentiful. A small whimper escaped his lips, desperation and hunger clawing away at his belly.

Timidly, he swam closer to the strange floating pod. The deep voices on the pod could be heard, low and loud, and it was rather painful to his sensitive ears. With a slight head shake, he waited. A few moments later, a loud SCLOUP and a splash hit the surface of the water. Then the smell. It made him SALIVATE. BLOOD. Fish blood. A smile slid across his pale face. These beings just DUMP fish bits and blood into the water! How can people who do that be so bad? Still bearing in mind his mother’s warning, he remained hidden out of sight just beneath the large pod’s underbelly.

The waves lapped and licked at the thick strange smelling hide of the pod. Thankfully, the waves were pushing big fish bits in his direction. Any easy bits of fish that drifted to him he greedily snatched up, wolfing down the bits big enough to eat. His long sleek shark tail wagged, a bright and gorgeous brilliant dark silver with streaks of black running along his sides, creating a gorgeous separation between his silver grey shark scales and his brilliantly white underbelly. The gills on his neck and chest opened and closed lazily, as he felt no fear whatsoever at the moment. Semi wavy jet black hair with some soft streaks of whitish grey bounced sleepily in the soft current as he bopped in the water, munching away at a easy much needed meal.

Despite just being freshly weened, his mother told him he’d be very popular amongst the other sharks, and possibly other mer species. Honestly, he didn’t know what she meant by that. More than likely she worried too much. Warnings like “avoid the bigger shark species, don’t go hanging around with the dolphin mer folk, avoid the barracuda merfolk, their dangerous!” Especially the orca and great whites, and their mer kin. Those were the ones that scared him. Their size alone made them intimidating, but they were known to have VICIOUS temperaments. And they ATE smaller folks like him, mer and non mer alike. Not to mention he hasn’t been paying attention to his surroundings-

A sharp shiver ran down his spine. His icy blue eyes widened, as he glanced around. Something was coming. Something big. And he was a sitting duck. In a state of panic, he darted his way from under strange pod, eliciting some loud calls and noises from the beings on the pod itself. At the moment he didn’t care. He had to run, flee for his life. Hastily, he dashed into a large clump of floating seaweed, doing his best to keep his very bright and flashy scales from reflecting the light. Good thing too, as if on time a very large male great white shark drifted through the waters, trolling slowly to the smell of blood.

It was ENORMOUS, spanning over 25 feet in length, covered in scars, with fishing hooks littered its jaws and lips. This, unfortunately is the one that was very well known around these parts. A very common sight was this great white single handedly taking down merfolk half his size, orca, whale, other shark merfolk… this great white wasn’t picky. It wasn’t even a mer, yet just like it’s mer shark counterparts it didn’t distinguish what was friend or food. EVERYTHING, was food. Including the strange things that were in the pod.

Not that he saw it as a mindless beast. It was doing what it had to to live. Judging from its lean frame, hunting has been rough for it too… no wonder it and other sharks have started attacking mer folk more frequently… Any food was becoming harder and harder to find… And unfortunately it meant very likely he was on the menu. For sharks, and even other BIGGER non discerning merfolks, like the barracudas, orcas and other shark species…

Mother told him countless stories of sharks, even mer folk targeting those strange creatures on the pods during attacks. Mer folks didn’t eat them, but they sure took their rage out on them, unlike the sharks whom did it out of instinct and nature.. The mer folks has begun doing it out of spite, hatred, fear.. and sport… The classic line he’d hear was you’re too young to understand. It drove him crazy! He was 26 for Pete’s sake!

The creatures on the pod seemed to spot the massive beast, especially judging from the noises coming from it. Curiosity gripped him, as he peered carefully through the clump of seaweed. More blood filled the water, making the massive shark come in closer. The smell was making him salivate, along with him clicking his jagged thin triangular teeth in agitation. That should be HIS FOOD! Not that blasted sharks!

With a huff he folded his arms, drumming his clawed fingers on his darker grey glove like scales that reached to his elbows. The scales were gradient like his gorgeous darker to lighter scales lining his back, till the single black band that separated the white from grey. He pouted, glaring angrily at the larger beast stealing his easy meal. It wasn’t fair! He got there first… and honesty he could go after what it didn’t eat… and hope no other hunters bigger than him came by… A soft gulp, as the thoughts of running into any mer sharks or Mer Barracuda especially in the open would be a very dangerous proposition.

The beings on the pod suddenly became very active, drawing his attention away from the shark. Their bodies moved hastily, each of them carrying strange looking objects in their hands, rushing past one another. There was lots of noise, and chattering… The sounds were painful and foreign to him, making him wince. At the time he didn’t know the sounds of metal grinding on metal, how horrifying those beings voices were, or the horror of the things they called machines.. until then.

A loud ear shattering sound rang out, and something flew through the air. A large thin spear like object grazed the shark’s dorsal fin, leaving a nasty bleeding gash. The object looked like a strange barbed hook like narwhal tusk, with a very sharp serrated edge. The shark writhed, before quickly diving into deeper waters, blood tailing after it. All he could do was gape. How could those beings do that?! They fed it then then… attacked it! That shark didn’t to anything wrong! Could that have been him if he was in their sight for much longer…? No wonder his people hated and feared these creatures… they were cruel… evil. That scene made him bare his teeth in outrage.

Having seen enough, he cautiously made sure the shark wasn’t planning an ambush. When he guessed the coast was clear, he snuck his way out of the seaweed clump near the surface, trying to remain out of sight of those beings. Unfortunately, his bright flashy scales and long thick dorsal fin gave him away, especially when he realized it accidentally broke the surface. That made him tense up, especially when the booming now horrifying voices turned in his direction.

In a state of panic, he dashed into deeper water doing his best to zig and zag to avoid the same impaling as the shark had. There was a loud roar, and the pod seemed to come to life. The pod- it was CHASING HIM! Now fearful for his life, he swam as fast as he could. Thankfully, makos were built for speed. With strong flicks of his tail, he sped through the water, his sleek scales virtually cutting through the water like a knife. Despite it slowing him down, he stayed in slightly deeper water, where a stronger current was pushing him in the opposite direction he wanted to go. And vice versa, thankfully, doing the same thing to the pod itself. But unlike the pod, he could feel himself losing energy…

The current didn’t seem to deter the pod whatsoever. In fact, noting how he was losing speed only seemed to ENCOURAGE its pursuit. He could feel himself panting, his gills flaring and closing faster and harder. The way his heart was thundering against his rib cage signaled he wasn’t going to last much longer. Macos were built like sprinters, not long distance endurance runners. The last thing he could think of was to dive deep, too deep that they couldn’t see him anymore. Into other shark territory… For a moment he debated which he feared more. Those beasts and the pod or the bigger creatures below…

Hastily, he drove. Straight down, pumping his tail and arms as best he could. It took a moment for him to register a a sharp pinprick of pain in his side, before he winced and noticed. A small straight object had imbedded itself into his side, and his body began to feel so heavy and tired. What was this sorcery?! The panic that was fueling him began to leave his body, he just felt so heavy and exhausted… It was a struggle just to keep his eyelids open… Slowly, he went limp, body sinking deeper and deeper into the darker waters below.

**Meanwhile, on the Boat**

“YOU ARE A DAFT MORON!” Roared the thinnest man, his sides heaving, a cigarette poised carefully in his thin nimble fingers. The thick burly man wearing a odd fishing hat that somehow covered his eyes blinked in confusion.

“What do you mean?! I did what you asked! Not my fault the shark moved!” The man with the hat barked in a angry tone, with a huff. “Now we don’t have anything to sell on the markets today! This is your fault you skinny baguette man!” The thinner skinny man gawked, before striking the much taller larger man across the face with one swift motion. The contact was met with a very loud THWACK.

“YOU HAD BEST SHUT UP BEFORE YOU ARE THE CHUM YOU IGNORANT AMERICAN BASTARD!” The skinny man BELLOWED, startlingly gorgeous blue grey eyes brimming with uncontrollable rage. “IT WAS YOUR STUPID IDEA TO DART THE ONLY MERDE RIDDEN MER CREATURE WE HAVE SEEN IN A MONTH! Do you have any idea how VALUABLE that one would’ve been?! It was a young pup, and it would’ve been excellent for either a private pet or a attraction! I have family who would’ve paid HUGE for that as a pet they can display back in Paris…” he added savagely, glaring daggers at the thick muscular man.

The bigger burly man scoffed, clearly annoyed. “We are not letting that beast get away! Nor are we sending off to your silly land of freaky bread! That beast is coming to America! It is in American waters so clearly it is American! It should be sent off to a zoo! Them zoos that can show for the glory of American fish!” He proclaimed, beaming proudly, like that statement trumped all others. The Frenchman stare, blinked, before rolling his eyes and muttering in French, trying to decipher any ounce of logic from that statement.

“So… whose gonna go in after that lil fella then? Unfortunately, it’s unconscious and sinkin’, along with any chances of any of us gettin’ paid fer shark fins or a mer man.” Spoke a third voice, coming from a stout but sturdy looking man who had a thick southern accent. His arms were covered in thick rubber gloves, and his eyes were covered in what appeared to be goggles of sorts. Visibly, this man was more than annoyed, his bulky shoulders tense and fingers drumming, firm terse gaze set between the French man and the American.

The American blinked and huffed sticking his nose up. “It is not the American way to go diving willy nilly! I refuse!” He barked, folding his arms. It didn’t take long before the three men were all loudly arguing amongst themselves. Honestly, it was hilarious and so annoying to watch. With a heavy sigh, the man already had the wet suit and the necessary gear to go deep diving after the critter. Unfortunately…. He knew time was not on his side at the moment. Piss, he really hopes they got here soon. If they didn’t, both his ass and that poor critter’s were as good as fucked.

The tall thinly built man watched the waters, scouring to ensure the great white was no where in sight. According to the monitor, no other creatures were skulking around, the great white spooked off anything else close by. Wearily, he took off his Stetson and set it on his bunk, along with his aviator glasses. A small blip appeared many miles away on the radar… Good. All he’d have to do for now is stall. By the time he took care of business down there, they should be here.

Messy and very subtle wavy brown locks got covered with the wet suit hood, as he made his way out to the exterior of the boat. The others were too busy arguing to even notice him putting on the flippers, getting a diving mask on and testing the diving tanks. Slowly he strapped each bit of gear on, along with the final goggles and breathing apparatus. With a final eye roll, he slipped the breathing gear into his mouth, sitting on the edge of the boat, before allowing himself to fall back into the ocean. The sound of the loud splash shut all three of the bickering men up. All that could be heard was the washing of the waves and the cries of lone sea birds.

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saphirered · 3 years

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Hey! You asked for individual character requests, so how about Vex x Reader (I thought I’d give you a break from EXU as well), where the reader has a massive crush on Vex, but is unfortunately really scared of Trinket? And maybe something about Vex helping them to relax and bond? Thanks regardless! I love your writing x

Thanks for requesting! This was definitely a fun one to write so I hope you enjoy! 😘

You may or may not like Vex. Okay, maybe a but more than just like, closer to a major crush but how could you not? Vex’s intelligent, quick-witted, drop dead gorgeous and don’t even get started on the woman’s charm or you might just swoon. Gods above, you’ve fallen for the half-elf hard. The worst part; you know she likes you too. She’s stated so several times, flirting with you more than anyone else and not just to get something from you. She’s not shy about it and takes every opportunity she can get to make you blush. It’s great, or would be great were it not for your very reasonable fear for big hulking bears and Vex just happens to call one such bear her closest of buddies if not closer to a fur baby.

You’re not sure what to do. Trinket, you know, is nothing short of lovely but you cannot get over your fears no matter how much you may like Vex. You’ve kept your distance and retreated within your shell every time the big grizzly is around. Bears are scary. Sharp claws and teeth, super strong. They can climb, swim and run. They’re great trackers too so there’s really no getting away from them.

“Darling, do you have a moment?” You’re seated at the table scribbling away on some paperwork you needed to take care of. Someone has to assure there’s any food and drink left after Grog has one of his solo exclusive parties again. They’re not really parties and only consist of him inviting Scanlan and Vax for a night of binging food and ale until the sun comes up but you’re always out of groceries right after.

Vex peaks around the corner leaning on the doorpost arms crossed. You put down your pen and nod. Vex nods her own head to the hallways behind her and you get the message getting up and following her to wherever she’s leading you. There’s a determination in her step but she tries to cover everything else which leaves you worried just a bit. What’s she up to?

“Vex, where are we going?” You fall in line next to her as you begin to ascend the stairs.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ve found the perfect sight I think you might enjoy and simply wouldn’t want you to miss out before the weather changes. I’d like to discuss some things with you too so, two birds one stone?” Okay that does sound like a reasonable explanation. Maybe almost a little too reasonable now you think of it. You continue walking until you’re stopped in front of a door, Vex opens it and allows you to step in.

Immediately you see the late afternoon sun shine through the clouds, casting rays of golden light upon the landscape contrasting with the darkened grey of the rain ahead. It’s an absolutely beautiful sight. You enter the room walking up to the window as Vex steps in and closes the door behind her. You hear a grumble and a soft but forceful ‘shh’ behind you.

“Just my stomach. I’m afraid I haven’t had lunch yet. Would you like to enjoy some with me?” You turn around at the offer, seeing the table to the side set with lunch for two and a huge plate of fresh fish. A brown grizzly tries to nibble on the tail of one fish in an attempt to pull it off the plates without his momma noticing and is quickly scolded.

“Trinket! What did I say! Stay hidden!” Vex scolds the bear as you squeal making a break for the door but Vex is quicker and grabs you by the arms stroking your shoulders in a calming motion as Trinket growls in shame, for disappointing Vex and being tempted by the delicious fish.

“Let me go, Vex.” You almost beg and Vex offers you a sad smile.

“I’m afraid I can’t just yet. I wanted to ease you into this but as we’re a bit short on time, we’ll have to take this route. Now calm down, just breathe, in and out. That’s it.” You do as she says, Vex guiding you and preventing a mental breakdown of being face to face with your fear in an enclosed space. Her presence makes it a little better knowing she at least is able to control Trinket to an extend and you know he won’t attack you outright but doesn’t get rid of the fear.

“Now, are you alright to sit down or am I going to have to tie you up to prevent you from running? I’m not opposed to the latter but I think we’d both prefer better circumstances.” Vex jokes, or half jokes. You know her well enough for that. You nod and she guides you over to the table, sitting you down on one chair while taking the other next to you, rubbing circles in your back to keep some nerves at bay as trinket makes himself comfortable, laying down, eyes closed but occasionally peaking, pretending to be asleep, much akin to a young child having been told to go to bed.

“Shall we eat?” Vex gestures to the set table and you have to admit the food does look divine, maybe minus the plate of fish though. You look between her and Trinket. You can do this. You’ve been in the same space as Trinket plenty of times before. Granted, those times the spaces were much bigger and there were several people between you and the bear at all times.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I could do with some food.” Your voice shakes but Vex smiles anyway. Small steps are better than none at all. She half expected you to have made a break for the window. She took all the precautions and ‘fear-proofed’ the room just in case. Awkwardly you’re eating and if Vex has learned one thing from animals is they don’t eat when they really mistrust the company, so people can’t be much different right? Vex attempts small talk asking you about your day and such and while you replied you always keep an eye on Trinket not so successfully pretending to be a sleep even mustering a fake snore.

Halfway through Vex keeps staring at you absentmindedly playing with her food leaning her chin upon her enclosed fist. She’s got plenty of ideas running through her head but all are circumstantial. Maybe she’ll go for a hail Mary.

“Darling, do you trust me?” The question makes you look at her confused. Have you done anything to show that you don’t? You don’t think so.

“Of course I do. You’ve saved my life more than I can count. I trust you more than anyone.” You admit a bit wary of where this is going but it’s Vex and what you said is true.

“Could you close your eyes for me?” You look between her and Trinket biting your lip. You do trust Vex but within your own head a battle between that love and trust for her and your fear for the big fuzzy animal rages on. What are you supposed to do?

Vex sees your struggle and gets up from her seat. She gracefully walks around the table making sure your eyes stay focussed on her and kneels down in front of you. Taking both of your hands in hers she squeezes them softly and gives you a gentle comforting smile.

“I want you to know your trust is not misplaced so I’ll give you this.” Vex takes the necklace from her neck and puts it around yours.

“Now I want this back when we leave this room but for now you’re in control of it. Will you close your eyes for me?” She asks once more. Her expression says enough to let you know if you don’t want this you don’t have to and literally anything but closing your eyes will show her you’re not ready yet and that would be okay. There’s no shame in taking small steps or finding a different approach. She’d come to terms with that too but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved and happy when you nodded and closed your eyes.

Darkness. That’s all you see, and the occasional movement of light outside bleeding through distorting that darkness from time to time. You’re hyper focused on your other senses and you’re unsure wether that be because of closing one sense off or because you’re practically shaking with fear awaiting for that fight or flight reaction to kick in. You smell the sweet fruit from your plate, the gentle kick of the fermented grape juice, and of course the slight saltiness of fresh fish. You hear a grumbled moan and the sound of paws-no sharp nails hitting the fine stone floor step by step almost drowned out by the soft whispers of encouragement of Vex.

Trinket, as quietly and carefully as he can makes his way over to you. Vex shushes him a couple of times and the bear loyalty obeys the commands, laying down at your side. Vex takes one of your hands and you jump a little when she does so she turns to rubbing circles in the back of it as she guides your hand away from your lap towards Trinket.

“You’re doing great.” Vex can feel the gentle shake of your hand but you don’t resist so very slowly she guides you towards Trinket until your fingers touch his fur. You breathe in sharply holding your breath upon contact and freeze up, waiting for something to happen, be that a sharp claw slashing out at you, teeth munching down on you, a roar in your face but none of these come. Even Trinket awaits in suspense for your responses, his bear senses giving him enough insight in your discomfort.

Once you’ve gotten a moment to adjust Vex takes her hand off yours watching both you and Trinket. You don’t dare open your eyes yet but in the back of your mind you hear words of encouragement. You’re doing great. You got this and before you know it your fingers glide, all be it a little rigid and awkwardly, through Trinket’s fur.

“Perfect, darling. You’re doing absolutely wonderful.” You nod afraid to speak and break the spell you definitely must be under with this newfound courage.

Vex couldn’t be more proud of you. When you walked in here she wasn’t even sure she could have you be in the same room as Trinket for more than ten minutes and now you’re petting the bear. She watches as you slowly peak through one eye and when you deem the coast clear open the other too watching in amazement.

“He’s so soft…” You breathe barely audible and Vex laughs. Trinket grumbles at the compliment making you pull away your hand and jump a little but when no repercussion comes you put it back and continue petting the bear, who begins purring softly almost akin to an oversized cat. You can still feel your heartbeat in your throat but this is going relatively okay until you begin seeing spots and you start feeling dizzy. Vex notices and pulls your hand away from Trinket offering you your glass.

“Maybe that’s enough for now? We’ll take it easy.” You nod and feel the nerves subside as Trinket returns to his comfy spot by the window. It may be best not to push your luck and drive yourself into a panic attack.

“Don’t worry, darling. Before you know it we’ll have you riding into battle on Trinket’s back. Won’t you like that Trinket?” She shouts over her shoulder to the bear who replies in a happy moan. Vex pours you another glass of wine after she watches the colour drain from your face. Let’s stick to small steps. But for now, the first ones have been taken. Besides, she can’t deny you’ll look absolutely marvellous riding into battle on her favourite Trinket.

#critical role x reader #critrole x reader #vox machina x reader #vex x reader #vex'ahlia x reader #critical role #vox machina #vex’ahlia

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the-lightning-strikes-again · 3 years

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I really liked reading your fics of Lotor watching movies! Do you think Lotor would like watching Atlantis or lilo and stitch? And who would he watch them with? (Hopefully either Allura or Pidge)

Movie Time with TSL Lotor – Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

It was a cold and rainy morning on the planet of Olkarion, with an emaciated Galran prince swaddled in blankets on the floor of the paladin’s lounge room. Lotor still wore his night robe and Earth-fashion pajamas, his white hair disheveled from sleep. He yawned. His face pulled tight with his harvesting scars, and his long fangs gleamed in the lamplight. He tiredly scratched at his cheek. “Why did you wake me so early, little one?”

Across the room, a pajama-clad Pidge sat cross-legged, plugging in a few cables. “Because. It’s Saturday.”

The bleary-eyed man blinked. “I know not what a Saturday is.”

She looked up, readjusting her glasses. “It’s the day where people get up to eat cereal and binge-watch cartoons. Like a tradition. My brother and I used to do this all the time. And sometimes my dad too, but he slept in a lot.” Her face twisted in a pout. “And everyone here sleeps in for, like, ever.”

“Even the princess?”

“Even the princess.”

Lotor’s gaze slid to the container of milk, courtesy of Kaltenecker, and then to the sacred box of—he narrowed his gaze curiously—frosted cheerios. Pidge had procured two bowls and two little spoons. He raised his nose and sniffed delicately. The box smelled of sweetness and grains, and saliva swarmed through his mouth in anticipation of food. Beneath the blankets, he scratched at his stomach. Wakefulness began to seep through him at the thought of eating and watching more animated drawings from Earth. “You wish to share in this…tradition with me, then?”

“You were sleeping out here on the couch,” Pidge deadpanned, giving him a look, “so you were gonna share in it no matter what.” A small emotion came over her. She glanced down, returning to connecting the cables. “And my brother’s still off-planet, so you’ll have to do.”

He huffed in amusement. “I am a companion of convenience, then. A replacement brother.”

“Yeah, something like that.” She began to scoot away from the cables, grabbing for her cereal bowl.

Lotor quirked a brow. His blanket shifted around him as he picked up the remaining bowl, mimicking her actions. “What is the topic of today’s entertainment adventure?” He watched curiously as she dumped cereal into her bowl and filled it with milk. And then he followed in kind, hesitantly dipping his spoon into the concoction and biting down.

His slit pupils dilated at the sweet taste.

His fangs crunched down loudly.

Pidge munched more quietly, but her lips stretched as she moved to turn on the movie. “It’s called Atlantis: The Lost Empire.”

Lotor’s elfin ears flicked in interest. “Lost empire?” he repeated curiously, voice muffled by cereal.

As the movie began to play, Pidge’s face brightened. “The whole movie involves an old human legend, about this advanced civilization that sunk under the sea in a sudden cataclysm.”

“Fascinating.” His explorer’s heart lifted in excitement, the sleeping disappearing fully from his eyes. In that moment, it did not matter to him that he was 10,000 years old or watching something that was most assuredly meant for children and families. “Does the legend have any form of validity?”

“Well, being mentioned by Plato, who was a real philosopher—” she pointed to the screen to the opening quote—“has made people search all over for it. But so far, nothing’s proven because there’s a lot of sunken cities on Earth.” She paused. “The movie definitely takes some creative license with ancient human tech, too. Like, ancient humans did not fly in fish ships.”

“I see.” Lotor crunched down happily on the cereal, eyes wide. The screen brightened with the cartoon colors of human animation. Strange, fish-like planes streaked through a blue sky in a panic. Lotor instinctively leaned along with the framing of the movie, as if he were on the ships as well. “Calamity is rather fun to indulge in when it’s not real.”

“I know, right?” Pidge grabbed onto her blanket, wrapping it around her.

And the two remained sitting on the floor of the great lounge, increasingly lost in the tale of Atlantis.

***

It was at some point after Milo Thatch’s introduction that Lotor hesitantly spoke up, his voice catching oddly. “This animation.” He tried again. “I thought you said once that humans were unaware of the planet Altea.”

Pidge pushed up her glasses, still cradling her cereal bowl in her lap. “Yep. Didn’t know about it at all.”

Lotor puzzled at the screen. He hummed, setting his cereal bowl down on his lap. “This Atlantis bears significant similarities to Altean technology and to its people, down to being significantly advanced even ten-thousand years ago.”

The human girl blinked. And then her face twisted in a mischief. “Oh, yeah. It might have more similarities than you think.” She began to waggle her bows. “Including to a certain Altean princess.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Also, you kinda remind me of Milo,” she declared. “Just saying.”

His eyes slit further in consternation, for at that moment, the somewhat bumbling but intelligent character of Milo Thatch was sitting in a water puddle after his museum colleagues rejected his proposal. For good measure, Lotor crunched down on another bite of cereal. “I may enjoy ancient history,” he declared, voice muffled, “but I am not as scrawny as he.”

Pidge poked him hard in his ribs, which still jutted out beneath his sleeping robe. “You’re right. You’re scrawnier.”

Lotor flinched away, shooting her a playfully dark glare. “A temporary consequence of being harvested by the witch. I will reclaim my health, and then you will regret making fun of me so.”

Her face split in a wicked smile. “Nah. You’re definitely Milo. Muscle can’t hide that you’re a nerd.”

He sputtered, waving his cereal spoon. “And what of you? With your books and codes. And cat memes.”

“Oh, I’m a nerd,” she declared. “I just own it proudly.”

The fallen prince ate of his cereal in a light disgruntlement. He watched Milo as the character awkwardly stumbled through meeting a busty blond human woman and then a spastic old man in a bathrobe—his objective always set on discovering the secrets of Atlantis and its sources of power.

Milo Thatch owned a cat too.

Lotor’s face began to heat in realization that he did have a lot in common with this strange human man.

***

By the time the character Milo Thatch met the Princess Kida of Atlantis, a real princess had sleepily trailed into the movie room. Allura’s long, pink robes slipped against the tiles of the halls, her curls a tumble down her shoulders. She yawned and proceeded to stumble her way over to Lotor and Pidge.

With little preamble, she flopped over them.

Pidge barely managed to raise her bowl of frosted cheerios in time, squawking. Lotor froze entirely as Allura’s white curls spilled across his lap—her warm cheek leaning against his leg.

“It’s too early for movies,” the princess whined lightly. She snuggled against him and wiggled a bit to get comfortable, laying across two bodies. “I could hear the sound all the way from my room.” Lotor’s attention split from the animated Princess Kida to the living, breathing princess in his lap. His elfin ears flicked back, and his sharp cheeks heated.

Pidge grumped and tried to shove her off.

The princess did not budge, save for a grump right back.

Lotor had long finished off his bowl of frosted cheerios—leaving not even a drop of milk in his wake. But he carefully pushed the bowl further away, in fear that her hair would end up in it. “We are watching Atlantis: The Lost Empire,” he murmured to her, voice straining. “Would you not like to watch it with us?”

Allura made a noncommittal noise, appearing to fall back asleep, the lines in her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled deeply. The action suggested she had grown to trust him a great deal, for the back of her neck lay bare where her hair had parted.

Lotor swallowed hard.

He turned to look at Pidge, who had sighed and given up trying to push Allura off—instead, she’d moved to accept Allura’s robe as something of a blanket and had rested her arms over the back of the princess’s legs.

Lotor hesitated, knowing that the paladins often piled upon each other as a means of displaying familial affection.

As Milo Thatch moved to swim alongside Princess Kida in search of the Heart of Atlantis, Lotor moved to brush his fingers against the waves of Allura’s curls.

It was a soft, hesitant action—testing the waters of her trust. She made a soft noise in response, her lips sleepily stretching. Her elfin ear flicked lightly as the calloused pads of his fingers ran over it. The action itself meant things to Alteans and Galrans, for only family and lovers touched one’s ears.

The princess nuzzled against him.

His heart skipped. Careful of his claws, he continued to toy with her hair as he turned his attention back to the movie, in which Milo’s very interest in Atlantis had now endangered the Royal Atlantean family.

Lotor bit his lip, feeling a great protectiveness for Allura wash over him.

***

The movie indicated that Atlanteans received their power from a great, sentient crystal—the animation of which was not unlike pure quintessence.

“Do you think,” Lotor asked quietly to Pidge, “that it is possible your Atlantis was real, and that some piece of a quintessence-rich substance—a comet, perhaps—landed upon your Earth?”

Pidge looked over at him, readjusting her glasses in interest. “I suppose it would be possible, but you’re suggesting then that Atlantis is real. And that the power in this movie is real.”

“How do you know it isn’t?”

“What would you do with it?” she challenged right back, raising a brow. “You got plans for that power or something?”

The fallen prince made a face. He was still absentmindedly running his claws through Princess Allura’s hair. “No. I simply fear that concentrated sources of quintessence may have this effect in our world—that it bonds to a host and…overtakes them, somehow.” His white brows knitted together. “As it did my own mother, who has been lost to quintessence, and a demon has taken her place.”

Pidge’s gaze fell to Lotor’s hand, which ran along the tip of Princess Allura’s ear. The princess herself was fully asleep against him, her mouth open with a trail of drool slipping against Lotor’s pajama-clad leg.

The girl’s face curled with a sneaky smile. “You’re worried about Allura? Afraid you’re gonna lose her over something, because you loveher?”

Lotor’s eyes snapped to Pidge, his face heating. “I know she has successfully navigated Oriande, but…” He fell silent with emotion for a time before he could add, “My mother came across something of great power, and it changed her.”

The strain in his voice made Pidge’s mischievous smile falter. She hesitated.

The movie played between them as the animated humans fought to steal Kida, who was bonded to the crystal.

Pidge eventually said, voice softer, “Allura’s really powerful. We’re not gonna lose her over anything.”

Lotor’s throat tightened. He continued to stroke Allura’s hair as she slept against him. “You do not know what I have seen quintessence do to people. Even now, if certain groups knew what all Princess Allura could do, they would seek to control her, just as the evil humans in this cartoon wish to do with the crystal-bonded Kida.”

An emotion came over Pidge. “Well—I mean, we wouldn’t let that happen.”

Within the movie, Milo Thatch had accrued a small band willing to risk their lives to retrieve the princess.

Lotor watched, his heart rising in a pound. “Do tell me that they save her,” he demanded. “I will not watch the rest of this if the Princess Kida dies.”

The human girl gave him a look. “It’s a children’s cartoon. They’re not gonna kill off the princess.”

His breath caught oddly, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing. He pulled his hand away from Allura’s hair. “Right, yes. Of course, they wouldn’t.” He breathed out slowly. “That is well.”

“You take these shows too seriously,” Pidge warned. “Half the fun is knowing that it turns out okay, but not knowing how. You just gotta watch.”

“And Princess Kida?” Lotor demanded. “She is not permanently bonded to the crystal by the end, is she?”

Pidge groaned. “Oh my god. Just watch the movie.”

The princess suddenly whined at the loss of Lotor’s touch, her blue eyes cracking open. “No,” she pleaded blearily. She disjointedly reached up, searching for Lotor’s hand. “Keep petting me; it was quite nice.”

He looked down at her, face tightening in a mix of amusement and protectiveness. “Apologies, princess,” he said, moving to run the back of his knuckles against her warm temple. “I will do as you wish.”

She made a happy noise, settling back into sleep.

***

Lotor did not relax until after Milo Thatch had released Princess Kida from her prison, and until after Princess Kida had saved Atlantis and reappeared from out of the crystal’s aura—to land in Milo’s arms.

“You see?” Pidge called, waving her hand at the screen. “What did I tell you?”

Lotor swallowed down emotion. His fingers stilled against Allura’s stiff curls and the warm of her cheek. Despite the fact that he knew the story to be a children’s fairy tale, an odd burn appeared in his eyes. He exhaled shakily. “You were right,” he relented. “The princess lived.”

“Exactly,” Pidge said. For all her youth, she narrowed her eyes with a critical level of awareness. “They saved the princess. Because she had people to fight for her too.”

He raised his vulnerable eyes to her.

An unspoken truth wavered between them—which was that he and the paladins would fight to protect Princess Allura in much the same way, if it ever came to it.

Then, Pidge broke the mood, her expression shifting with a demonic mischief. She waggled her brows. “You love Princess Allura.” She began to shove at Allura’s legs. “Wake up. Lotor wants to declare his undying love for you and tell you that he’ll save you from crystals and evil people and—”

“—Stop it,” he hissed, his cheeks heating. He grabbed for one of the extra pillows that hung off the edge of the couch—and he flung it directly at Pidge. “You gremlin.”

It struck her soundly, but it did not hide her cackle, nor did it stop Princess Allura waking up from all the unsettled movement and raised voices. Her eyes opened a slit. She made a noise of confusion. “What is—going…on?”

She sleepily raised up from Lotor’s lap, her white curls tumbling down her shoulders.

Pidge opened her mouth to respond with a tease, but Lotor smoothly cut in. “Pidge was just putting in another movie,” he said, voice straining. “Weren’t you, Pidge?”

Allura turned to him, still rapidly blinking her eyes. In that moment, she appeared so entirely vulnerable that Lotor struggled against an instinct to gather her into his arms. “Oh, another one?” She yawned. “But I think—I missed all of this one.”

The human girl crawled away, reaching for her watch with her movie collection on it. “Don’t worry,” she called merrily. “I’m sure Lotor wouldn’t mind reenacting it with you one day.”

“I should hope not,” he retorted, his lavender cheeks still in a flame of emotion. “I’d prefer the princess not be in danger at all. And I am not a Milo Thatch.”

“You are definitely a Milo Thatch,” Pidge deadpanned. “Allura, tell him he’s a Milo Thatch. You know he is.”

The sleepy princess only half-understand the plea. She rubbed at her eyes before leaning back against Lotor, resting her heavy cheek against his shoulder, curling up against him. “He’s—my Milo,” she murmured groggily. “Thatch.”

Lotor pressed his lips together, and he damned the skip of his heart.

Allura’s Milo.

He managed a glare at Pidge, but it lacked fire.

The human girl simply smiled back with that demonic mischief before turning away to look for another movie.

#Voltron #The Second Law #Movie Time with TSL Lotor #Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)#Lotura #Lotor #Allura #Pidge #Thank you for the request amnshe-wolf!#I hope you enjoyed it #Sorry it took me this long to finish this lil drabble #I love this movie though and love the thought of Lotor watching it #idk if you even like Voltron or Lotor or TSL still at this point lolll #But for what it's worth I hope it's meaningful in some way!#My writings #fanfiction

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sparklingchan · 3 years

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Chapter 1|| Stormbringer- Stray Kids Demigod AU

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Felix

Word count : 2k+

Warnings : Profanity, descriptions of mythological monsters, monster killings, not edited.

Genre : Romance, Demigod AU, fluff, angst.

Description: Felix and you have your first encounter - but why did it have to be under life threatening circumstances?

A/N : I’m so sorry this chapter took so long skskskkksks ugh I’ve been having some personal issues as well as midterms. For those of you who waited, thank you!

Enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST || Click here for introduction to the story and glossary and here for the Stray Kids demigod diaries!

"So.. you are not allowed to use cellphones because it attracts deadly monsters?"

"Yes," you snicker at Zeus, "No thanks to you, dad."

Zeus - the king of all gods on Mount Olympus, the god of sky and lightning - sits on the couch beside you in a simple striped shirt and loose baggy jeans, his long hair tied in a braid. He doesn't look anything like a Greek God or a king, he doesn't look grand or royal or powerful. He sits on your couch with his legs crossed, back slouched - like a normal father of a normal twenty one year old.

He rolls his eyes at you, "Yeah, yeah, blame it on your poor, old dad. " he's immortal, by the way.

You grab a cookie from the plate your mom had put on the coffee table before driving to work. You're kind of glad she's not here to see Zeus - your mom and Zeus didn't exactly part on good terms. Of all the times you'd met your father, she's not been there to witness any of it, fortunately.

"What do you want, dad? I'm sure you're not here to eat cookies and talk about mortal technology with me. "

Zeus nods, sighing. The distressed expression clawing it's way back to his face. "When are you going back to the camp?" He asks.

"I was about to leave before you decided to show up. "

"And with who exactly?"

"Oh, with Minho."

Zeus runs his fingers through his flowing beard, "The Dionysus kid?"

You nod - yes, Minho's father is the Greek God of Wine and fertility but your friend's never been much too proud of it. So you know better than to add to his insecurities, even behind his back.

"Dad, can you please tell me what you're here for?" You insist, now slightly annoyed.

"Ah, fine, fine," he nods, frowning like a little kid, "I actually need your help, y/n. I cannot ask this of anyone but my own child, which is why I have come here."

It's normal for God's to let their demigod children do the bidding on their behalf - it's nothing surprising or new, but you're taken aback since you're father has never asked you to do anything for him before.

Before you can reply, he continues, "It's Poseidon, y/n. He's...He's been sick."

Poseidon? Sick? Isn't he an immortal God? How could he ever fall sick!

"He can just drink some nectar and ambrosia and he'll be as good as new, dad." You deadpan.

"No, not this time. Poseidon's trident is lost. Someone stole it, apparently. And the trident holds in all his power. He's weak without it, and with him gone it's hard to control what goes on in the Oceans. The monsters and demons and even the Nymphs are out of control. "

"I would be very grateful if you could do something about it, y/n. Tell your camp director about it and go on a quest with your demigod friends. Find the trident, please. We need it back or else the mortals as well as the demigods will not be safe anymore. "

As if they'd ever been, "Okay, fine..I'll put in a word at camp."

Just before Zeus speaks again, you hear the loud honk of a car outside your house. Minho.

"I have to go now, " you quickly grab your bags, "And dad?"

He stops munching on the cookies to look at you. "Please clean this place up and go back before mom comes home."

He winks at you as you close the door behind you, jogging to Minho's old Hyundai that stands near the side of the street.

He waves at you enthusiastically and you almost feel bad for your friend.

Oh, Minho, you’re not going to be happy with the news I have.

Halfway into the drive, you realise that you're not the only who has news - Minho too had information to share - more like rantings, but you liked to classify them as information.

"I fought with my parents again. " he sighs, his eyes focused on the road ahead, "They don't want me going back to camp every year. It scares them, y/n, can you believe it!"

Minho - unlike you - had never met his birth mother. He was adopted right from the hospital. Sadly, Dionysus visits him more often than he wishes he would.

"They're just worried because you keep getting yourself in trouble there. Try to keep calm, you'll do just fine." You mutter, shaking your leg, your mind running through numerous possibilities as to how you can break Poseidon's news to Minho.

"Well that's not all. So I fought with them and came to camp a month earlier. While I was out with the annoying Satyr, scouting for demigods, I found three more washed up on the shore of the beach where we first met you. They'd been attacked apparently, and we brought them to the camp and guess what, the youngest one is as old as you are! It's so fascinating for once to not have to deal with unruly teenagers."

You scoff, "First of all, the annoying Satyr has a name. He is called Eden. And second of all, how is it possible for demigods our age to make it this long without living behind a protective barrier?"

Minho shrugs, taking a sharp right to the road that leads home to Camp Levanter. "Beats me, y/n. They must have lived like nomads without anyone to protect them from the monsters, but I'm glad we found them. You'll like them too. The other boys love them."

You nod, not giving too much thought to a bunch of new demigods. You've been with demigods all your life so there's nothing to worry about. What you are worried about is Poseidon and his lost trident, because no matter what, this new development does put all mortals and half-bloods at risk.

"Um, Minho?" You start, playing with hem of your checkered shirt, "I might actually know why the new demigods were attacked by a sea monster- "

However before you can speak out the next word, your eyes land on a huge blue wave of water, as tall as a ten floored building, engulfing everything within it's vicinity. You see mortals run in alarm, screaming and crying. The cars rush away, trying to escape to a safer place. The earth vibrates beneath you, as if to warn about an approaching danger.

"What the hell is that!"

"It's a sea monster... a Cetus."

Minho slams on the accelerator, speeding away from the approaching sea monster. The camp is only a two minute drive from the highway you are on so if the Gods are kind enough, the both of you might just make it before the monster catches your scent.

And if it does, then Minho and you are as good as dead.

"Can you see it, y/n?" Minho asks you in an urgent voice, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him, "Do you think you could create lightning and kill that thing?"

You make the mistake of looking behind you, because as soon as you turn around, you see a gigantic dragon- like creature chasing close behind your car, baring it's fangs. Your blood turns cold.

"Minho, drive faster! I think it has smelt us!" You yell in panic, "We're not enough to defeat a sea monster; even with your vine growing power and my electrokinesis."

Minho does as he is told, driving the car faster than the mortals do in their stupid car races, his hands tightly gripping the handle and handsome features twisted in agony.

You roll down the window and glance outside, estimating how much time you have to summon lightning before the monster catches upto your car.

Sucking in a deep breath, you pray to your father for help and thrust out your hand towards the sky, and see small electrical impulses begin at your fingertips. Rolling the window further down so as to be able to aim the lightning directly at the monster, you concentrate all your energy into your right hand.

The lightning may not kill it, but it’ll surely slow it down.

Electric sparks cover your entire arm like it were some kind of jewelry.

A deep breath, and you release.

“Its hurt,” you whisper as the monster stops on its tracks, its googly eyes closing as if in immense pain and in a spilt second, they open and stare right at you. The monster is angry. At you.

“Shit! Shit! Y/n!” Minho panics.

"Keep driving." You reassure Minho, "I'll slow it down."

You see dirty green scales of the monster when you glance at the rear view mirror and your immediate reaction is to grab your bow and arrows from the backseat of the car.

Minho nods and you position yourself such that only your arrow is pointed directly at the monster's direction while you squint one eye and careful peek out without showing too much of your face. Monsters have very good memory.

The monster hisses, his long, red tongue rolling out of his mouth as if in annoyance. The mortals do not bother coming in between your car and the Cetus - all thanks to the Mist.

The Mist creates an illusion that hides any supernatural beings like monsters or titans or giants from the mortal's sight so it is safe to believe that the mortals are perceiving the Cetus as something as simple as a huge storm.

"It's coming closer." You warn Minho.

"I can't go faster than this! Has no one from the camp received any news of a sea monster coming out of the water and roaming out in the streets yet?" He yells back.

You stretch the bow string, the arrow aimed right between the monster's two hideous eyes.

"Stop! Y/n!" Minho suddenly says, slowing down a bit, staring at the rear view mirror, "There's something on the monster's head."

His words seem to fade away in the background as you see the monster's tail - resembling that of a fish - flying up behind him, and then thrashing hard against the concrete road. The ground shakes.

"I'm shooting." you mutter, "It's going to kill us all!"

"Y/n, no - don't."

"What! Why?"

You loosen the string and pull back the arrow, trusting Minho's judgement better than yours.

"Just trust me, okay?" Minho mutters, slowly pulling up by the sidewalk.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you quickly glance out the window.

"What the.."

You catch sight of a blonde man, probably only as tall as Minho, standing on top of the monster's head and thrusting his shining bronze sword right into the Monster's forehead.

The man looks in your direction, as if he’s known you all along and nods, with what you perceive to be a smile on his lips.

"Shoot now, y/n." Minho says from beside you.

You immediately act on it, stretching the string tighter, the arrow pointed at the ugly monster that now cries desperately. You let go of the string and the arrow cuts through the air and stabs the Cetus right at his neck.

A loud, thundering wail leaves it's mouth and then it disappears into millions of dust particles, on it's way to the depths of Tartarus ; the underground prison of all monsters.

"That's Felix, y/n." Minho says, unlocking the doors with a slight grin on his face. He looks proud. "He's one of the new demigods at the camp."

The said man quickly jogs up to your car, panting and huffing, and knocks at your window.

"Hey, can I have a ride back home, Minho?" He smiles, "And you must be y/n, right?"

And you sink back into your seat as you see his entire form up close.

Beautiful. Ethereal. And every other synonym of those words in the English dictionary fall weak if it ever comes to describing the man standing in front of you.

You don't even need to ask who his godly parent is because you already know now - Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust and beauty.

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Trust, Chapter 1

Summary: Darcy’s life is turned upside down when she’s kidnapped by Loki, held hostage until he gets the tesseract from the Avengers. But what Loki wasn’t banking on, was how much he grows to like the mortal. Can she talk him round to the good side?

- Darcy had been hoping for a change of pace to her life. It was just the same old routine every day. Sure, she worked with The Avengers in their compound on the outskirts of the city. Well, not exactly The Avengers, but as Jane’s apprentice…

It was exciting at first, being around the superheroes all the time. She had hoped to maybe start doing better jobs, getting paid… but that wasn’t happening any time soon. She mainly made tea and coffee for Jane and sometimes the superheroes if Jane was working with them, she found she was more like a slave for the scientist than anything else.

But when she had been hoping for something exciting to happen, she certainly didn’t mean getting kidnapped by a God.

She had been minding her own business outside the compound, eating her lunch and listening to music loud with her headphones on. She failed to hear the alien space ship landing on the green behind her, too busy listening to Space Oddity. Ironically.

Munching away on her sandwich, she looked up ahead of her when she saw Natasha and Steve running towards her. Thinking they were going to steal her food, she cradled her lunch box against her.

‘Nu uh, get your owwwwwwwwww!’ She squealed as she was lifted up from the ground by a very firm arm around her middle and she was hauled into a just as firm body. ‘What the hell!’

Her earphones fell out as she struggled, she craned her neck around to look at her captor and felt her blood run cold. She recognised it was Loki. His face had been plastered on plenty of newspapers and TV stations after the New York incident, hell, that had been over a year ago but he was still in the news all the time because he had managed to escape.

‘LOKI! Put her down!’ Natasha shouted and pulled out her gun, aiming it at the God.

Loki chuckled. ‘Your measly gun will not stop me. I will let this mortal go, if you return the tesseract to me.’

‘No way! We don’t even have it!’ Steve said.

‘You don’t want me, dude. Seriously, they wouldn’t trade me for shit.’ Darcy commented, but kind of regretted it when a dagger formed in his hand and the blade was threateningly pressed against her throat.

‘LOKI!’ Thor bellowed as he and Jane came running out of the compound.

Loki’s grip on Darcy tightened, she felt like he was close to squeezing the life out of her. These damn Gods didn’t know their own strength.

‘Let her go!’ Thor said a little calmer, putting his hands out on front of him as if it would calm the situation down.

Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor, then glanced to the other Avengers. In a split second, his dagger vanished and he threw a small ball to the ground on front of him and a puff of green smoke quickly filled the space between the superheroes and Loki with his captive.

Darcy coughed from the smoke, but the next thing she knew Loki lifted her clean off the ground and she was hurriedly carried into the spaceship she failed to notice previously. She was flung down to the floor as the door shut and the ship took off at lightning speed.

Loki went to the front of the ship and sat down. Darcy scrambled to the side to hold on. She looked around and was slightly amazed at being in an actual alien space ship.

‘So much for Jane getting all the excitement of going to space.’ She muttered to herself.

Her eyes were then drawn to Loki at the front of the ship. She saw a weird alien, very alike to the aliens that had attacked New York. But it was smaller and looked… dead. Or that’s what she would’ve thought if it hadn’t been piloting the ship.

Deciding her best bet was to stay quiet and stay where she was, that’s exactly what she did.

Darcy wasn’t sure if it was the whole ordeal of being kidnapped by a God or the fact she was flying through space at an alarming rate, but she passed out and slept for the duration of the journey. So when she woke up to Loki nudging her with his boot, she was completely disorientated and confused.

‘Ten more minutes, you can make your own coffee.’ She muttered, rolling over onto her other side. But then she realised she wasn’t in bed. And it wasn’t Jane trying to wake her up. She was on a very uncomfortable floor and it was an irritated God that was nudging her.

‘Get up, mortal.’ He snarled.

She sat up quickly and glared at Loki, who just glared right back at her.

‘I won’t tell you again, girl. Get up.’

Darcy huffed and got up to her feet. She wiped her clothes down from the dust of the smoke bomb that Loki had used back at the compound. ‘Not very gentlemanly to wake someone up by kicking them.’ She huffed.

Loki frowned. ‘I did not kick you.’ He shook his head and his face turned stern again. ‘Come on.’ He turned on his heels and stormed out of the ship, his cape flying out behind him.

‘Dramatic.’ Darcy said to herself as she followed after the God.

She quickly glanced to the alien that had been flying the ship, she frowned as she saw it was now hunched over the controls. It definitely looked dead now if it hadn’t been before.

Stepping off the ship, she was surprised as she looked around her surroundings. It looked like Earth, but it definitely wasn’t Earth. It looked like there was four suns, that were starting to go down. And the sky was purple. Which definitely wasn’t normal. Or her normal anyway.

‘What is this place?’ Darcy asked as she followed Loki up to the small house. It seemed to just be in the middle of a field, but as she looked at her surroundings a bit closer, she could see that in said fields were large stems of what looked like barley. But the barley was an odd grey colour.

Loki opened the door and stepped to the side, motioning for her get in. She stopped dead and stared at him as she folded her arms over her chest. ‘You’ve just kidnapped me. You need to tell me what the hell is going on.’

Loki narrowed his eyes at her and took a large, menacing step towards her. She didn’t back away, though she wished she did when he towered over her and gripped her face harshly, his fingers dug into her cheeks that made her lips pout out like a fish.

‘I don’t need to tell you anything. Now get inside!’ He snarled at her.

‘And what if I refuse?’ She asked, but it came out a little funny because of the way he was holding her cheeks.

Loki humphed and let go of her, he stormed inside and stopped just in the door. ‘You can either get inside, or take your chances outside with them. It’s starting to get dark.’ He looked out over the fields.

Darcy looked around, wondering what the heck he meant by them. But then she spotted them. In amongst the barley, was a bunch of glowing red eyes that suddenly appeared all around the house.

‘Oh shit.’ She quickly darted inside, relieved that Loki didn’t just shut the door on her face.

He locked it once she was in and he had the key vanish. She had heard all about Loki and his magic tricks from Thor. She took the opportunity while he wasn’t looking to look around the house. It was just like any ordinary house from back home. Mainly open planned aside from a bedroom and bathroom that were separate.

She was having a nosey in the fridge, for some reason rather glad it was full of food. Though she wasn’t entirely sure if it would be safe to eat or not. She had just closed the fridge door when Loki’s voice startled her.

‘You’re acting very calm for someone who has just been abducted.’

Darcy scowled over at him, he was leaning cockily against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. Watching her intently.

‘What do you want me to do? Run around screaming and clawing at the door? Or perhaps curl up into a ball in the corner and just cry all night?’ She flailed her arms out at her sides.

Loki’s left eyebrow shot up at her response.

‘Besides. If you were going to kill me, you’d have done it by now. You clearly have an agenda to get that glowing cube thingy back, so you need me alive.’ She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down.

‘You’re a smart girl. So far, you’ve made all the right choices. Continue to do so, and you shall be returned without so much as a scratch. Once your heroes get me the tesseract.’ Loki said as he slowly walked across the room towards her.

‘Well I hate to break it to ya, but as I said down on Earth, they won’t trade me for shit.’

Loki tilted his head slightly and came to a stop at the opposite side of the table, he leaned against the back of the chair. ‘They certainly looked panicked when I grabbed you. You may not have been my original target, but you were right there for the taking. So it made my job much easier but still seemed to be effective.’

Darcy’s head fell backwards and she groaned. ‘Of fucking course I wasn’t the main target. That’s typical. Even being kidnapped, I’m the wrong bloody one.’ She stood up and, in the process, pushed her chair flying back, it scraped along the floor loudly, making Loki cringe. Then she stormed off into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

Is she seriously pissed off because she wasn’t the intended target? Loki thought in complete bewilderment.

#Trust #loki #tom hiddleston #fan fiction #tasertricks #darcy lewis

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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A simple misunderstanding (Harry potter)

In many ways what happened on may 19th, the one year anniversary of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter having started dating could of been avoided.

Had either of them ever admitted they're full fetishes is just one example. If Harry hadn't of just gotten too curious to see what was the big surprise and snuck into Draco's room while the latter was out to snoop was anther example. (the boys had a bedroom they shared but each had their own study/room for just themselves that the other technically wasn't suppose to enter..But Harry had never really been one for staying out of trouble.)

Of course If Draco hadn't mentioned a big surprise and then went tip lipped about it then harry might not of been prone to trying to snoop, but sadly Draco just loved how childish harry could act when he wasn't in the know.

In any case, what follows was above all else.. a simple misunderstanding that somehow escalated.

Harry knew he had to be fast, Draco had only gone out for a pint with some of his old friends from slytherin and wouldn't be gone for too long since he wasn't much of a drinker.

He wasn't worried about triggering any of the detection spells or minor traps Draco had put up in his private room due to having to dispel much worse and much stronger at his own job.

In comparison to his own study, Draco's was tidy and clean though Harry suspected a house elf was behind it while his own was tidy and had papers and books stacked everywhere.

The house elf wasn't around though so Harry didn't worry about that and figured his best bet for finding Draco's surprise was a chest that had almost perfectly been covered up with a active invisible cloak. But as muggles say: Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

One small spot on the left front bottom corner was showing and so Harry tugged the cloak off and after studying the locks for all of 12 seconds, used a simple spell and the tap of his wand to unlock the chest.

He had mulled over what the present could be, Knowing Draco wasn't found of muggle electronic gaming devices and the chest wasn't big enough for new broomsticks. what was in the chest brought a blush then a smile to Harry's face.

"How the bloody hell did he find out I'm a daddy dom?!" Harry asked softly, looking in the chest that was stuffed with baby powder, wipes, bottles, dummy's, stuffies and lots and lots of DIAPERS!

Harry had gotten into to teasing and babying other boys after his first time coming to the Wesley household where all the boys were still in nappies when home. It was Mrs.Wesley's way of helping them relax and the twins took took it with delight while Percy had declined that year, and Ron had tried to beg off in front of Harry.

Harry himself was offered nappies but expressed more of a interest in helping with the babying and well from then on he was hooked. He had never even hinted at those feelings with Draco, having figured there was no way his blond prince would ever wanna be a helpless little guy.

'He must of gone to Ron for help with a gift idea! Heh.. Can't say I mind....For the most part.' Harry mused mentally, noting that the nappies were all plastic disposable ones while he was more of a fan of terrycloth and rubber pants. 'Still, I'd have to be a awful git to refuse to put him in them since he's gone to all this trouble'

Closing the lid and resetting the locks for now, Harry adjusted the cloak back to where it had been exactly and made his leave of the room.

'I wonder if he's a full on big baby, a diaper boy or just trying this out for me? that was a awful lot of nappies for just a trial phase.' Harry mused, never once thinking there could of been anther explanation.

Draco chuckled as he made his way back from the market. After all this time and Potter could still be fooled with such a dumb lie. Draco would of never gone down to a pub for a pint, if he was going to drink it would be something more to his standards and taste. Still, it was a good go to lie and Harry fell for it every time and if it wasn't broke, don't fix it.

under his one arm was a larger then normal self assembling high chair that would have restraints built in and be big enough for Harry or himself for that matter,

He had of course known all about the Wesley's being nappy boys, and a normally vengeful Ginny had been delighted to till Draco all about how much Harry loved being a big baby.

'Heh, she likely thought it would scare me off.. still pining for him.' Draco thought.

No, if anything, finding out Harry like to be teased and humiliated in nappies just made Draco love him even more, he had after all inflicted more then a few cases of nappy humiliation on students at Hogwarts. (ironically Raven Claw made the best blushing and submissive big babies, hufflepuff's just made it clear they'd report you since they didn't have anything to lose, being in the worst of the four houses.)

Still having a boyfriend with a great job, a awesome house and was a rocket in the sack that he could also tease and dominate in nappies? Uh, yes please!

the thought that Ginny might of been lying to him never crossed Draco's mind and he made use of a magic breath mint to give him breath a touch of ale on it as he came home.

"Hey luv, I'm back." He called, not seeing Harry in their shared living room or the kitchen, taking the chance to stash the box in the closet.

"Already? Harry called, then appeared as he came into view from the hallway that lead to the studies. "What happened, Crab started chugging beers again? I know how uncomfortable that makes you." Harry added, coming over and wrapping his arms around Draco.

"Someone's in a good mood." Draco chuckle, then returned the hug and added a smooch on Harry's lips, making the more strait edge wizard pull back a little.

"Brush your teeth then get a nap in luv, I have a feeling it's gonna be a long night~"Harry coo'ed.

'Heh, you don't know the half of it~' Draco thought but then out loud gave a little pout. "Awww, a nap? alone? sure you don't wanna join me?"

"..That can be arranged, but first, your teeth. I think I'm getting a buzz off your breath." Harry said and pulled away, and then slapped Draco's butt.

The slimmer blond blushed, but didn't say anything and headed for the washroom.

After a little something to tired them both out the pair of wizards conked out in each others arms, a alarm set for 5 pm sharp which meant they would have in theory a 3 hour nap.

Of course in practice it was actually Harry who would wake up first with use of a little charm he had cast on himself to wake him up 20 minutes sooner and as he slide out of bed he both shut off the alarm and used a sleeping sleep to keep Draco dead to the world.Leaving Draco sprawled out in the bed Harry went and gathered up their clothes they had left on the floor before the love making and found to his amusement a recite from a bondage shop in town for a high chair.

"Oh my, you don't do anything half ass do you my love?" Harry chuckled, though the only response he got was a soft snore from the snoozing blond.

Moving from the bedroom after donning his clothes Harry's first move was to check in the closet by the door, the only place that Draco could of hidden the high chair and grinned ear to ear as he found it and removed the pieces from the box.

Apparently whoever gave the command for the high chair to set up would retain the control over it, control only shifting if it was ordered to dismantle again.

"Simple enough. Set up time." Harry said and watched with mild amusement as the white wooden pieces quickly fitted themselves together. "Blimey, I'll have to see if they got a crib.. this kind of magic would save A LOT of time."

Setting the chair up by the dinning room table, Harry made his way back towards Draco's study and once again let himself in with ease as he went over to the chest.

Peering inside and tapping his chin he had a bit of unexpected trouble..Draco had chosen so many cute outfit's Harry was having a hard time picking what to put him in.

"Well I suppose a pair of those locking booties and mittens, a nappy and bib will work for now. we are gonna eat right away and little guys are SO messy when they munch." Harry said, fishing the items out and chuckling softly then noticing a pacifier gag. "Oh Draco, you ARE a kinky one~"

Coming back into the room and setting down a pair of green mitten and booties with dark gold frilly trim on the ankles and wrist and a bib with the same color scheme plus a cartoon snake on the front forming a S, harry still had the thick white nappy with a nursery print and the paci gag in his hands when he looked at Draco and almost squealed.

the little blond cutie pie was nursing away on his thumb and had a line of drool going down his chin! the only thing keeping him from replacing the thumb at that very moment with Draco's paci is once he did that he would of wanted to get him fully dressed, and Harry still had to get the baby food in the chest out and get a ba-ba of formula ready.

"Truly, Heavy is the burden I bare."

Draco was dreaming about spanking Harry with him over his lap, till the boy who survived was bawling like a baby and had tinkled all over Draco's lap.

Draco was in the middle of scolding Harry in his dream then suddenly his mouth stopped working right, his words muffled! Looking down Draco saw that a dummy had been popped in his mouth and it was Harry now who had him on a giant changing table and was dressing him!

the more dream Draco tried to fight this attack off the bigger dream harry got till he towered over Draco as if he was just a real 2 year old and one solid swat to his rump stopped his fighting in a instant.

'No! this is just a dream! wake up!' Draco willed to himself, and poof!

His eyes were opened, and he went to relax..only to find his mouth was still gagged.

"Mmmmph!?" Draco tried to asked what, but the fat nipple of the dummy filled his mouth even as he looked at Harry in shock.

"Welcome back to the land of the living little guy!" Harry chuckled and leaned down kissing Draco's forehead. "I was getting worried my sleeping charm was too strong."

Draco felt himself being picked up and stood up on his feet and knew even before he was stood in front of a mirror what he would see, his face going crimson as he heard the crinkle, felt the bulk between his legs and could feel his hands and feet encased in the soft cotton of the mitten's and booties.

"Aww is somebody all shy? It's ok Draco, Daddy is SO happy you decided to be his widdle guy for our special night!" Harry was saying and then kissed his cheek.

Draco opened his eyes, turning his head to glare at harry but then caught his reflection and stared in shock. He want's JUST in a nappy, from the looks of it Harry had gone and put in at LEAST 3 of them! he hadn't felt the bib before and naturally couldn't of known which of the booties and mittens Harry had picked out but now he could tell and assumed it was because of the green dummy in his mouth, with the dark gold straps that went around his head to hold them in.

He turn his head fully to Harry know and tried to tell him off, but all it did was make him mumble and drool flow down his chin.

"Hmm, what's wrong buddy?" Harry asked, raising a eyebrow then smiled. "Ohhh I see."

'Thank god, the stupid git figured it out! I'm the da-' Draco was thinking but Harry interrupted his thoughts.

"Your mad because you wanted to surprise me. I get it. Daddy WAS a bit of a bad boy huh?" Harry chuckled.

'...Fuck my life.' Draco mentally groaned as harry droned on.

"Welll I just couldn't help myself from looking around , and I just couldn't believe you found out how much of a daddy dom I am, and you were willing to play along. I never pegged you as a little so wasn't gonna bring it up."

'...Mistakes have been made.' Draco thought and suckled fast.

Clearly Ginny HAD been telling half truths,and with Harry being the snoop he is Draco was paying for it BIG time.

"I know I got carried away with the nappies too, but I just love a thickly diapered baby boy..Plus when I found those poopie pills in the chest as well.. your gonna be making me a BIG present soon and I didn't wanna leak a leak."

"MMMPFFFH!?" Draco cried out into his gag, eyes going wide as they could.

there HAD been a dull pain in his backside but Harry had been highly spirited during their love making and just figured that had been it. He could even feel them starting to work now, a cramping starting up and Draco whimpered and shook his head no over and over.

"ah ah ah, you were gonna be my little stinker anyways, I'm just making it happen sooner. what can I say, I love feeding a smelly boi~" Harry chuckled and kissed Draco's cheek then scooped him up, carrying him with Draco's front to Harry front as the unwilling big baby tried to think of a escape.

Sadly, without his wand he was pretty much SOL.

Harry was loving how much Draco was playing the unwilling baby when they both knew the truth. Like, why else would of Draco had all of this ready to go?

truth be told Ron had been his favorite big baby out of the Wesley boys because of how embarrassed and unwilling he was to have Harry babying him and if anything this cemented that Ron had clued Draco in.

'I'll have to send him a thank you basket.' Harry mentally chuckled.

Patting Draco's bottom he knew any second now his amazing boyfriend would be loading his nappies to the brim.The packaging on the pills had claimed one was enough, but harry wasn't going to chance it and had used three of the large pills, musing how easily they had slid into his love's backside.

Coming into the dinning room/kitchen, Draco took one look at the high chair and then looked back to harry and shook his head no over and over again, which was just frankly ADORABLE!

"Now now, your the one who brought it, I'm just helping out." Harry said, getting ready to set Draco in the high chair when Draco's struggles managed to get the blond big baby free of Harry's arms.

of course this just meant that Draco fell on his rump on the floor, though with all the padding he had on Harry wasn't too concerned.

"Well what are you gonna do now? you can't get that outfit off yourself, and your free to run out into the yard dressed like that." Harry said, stepping back and crossing his arms. "I'm sure we'll be the talk of the street."

Draco whined and glared up, then turned pail, a ominous rumbling coming from his tummy.

"Oh Present time already?" Harry asked.

The cramps had been getting worse and worse, but what Draco knew that harry didn't was the highchair had a unadvertised extra feature in it. Anyone who was restrained in it was looking at a HOUR minimum stuck in it!

It had been Draco's own little added feature and he was about to get to enjoy the fruits of it, unless he could SOMEHOW get out of this, or failing at that..convince Harry to change him before being strapped in.

He knew there was no way in hell he could get to his feet and waddle to his study, when he MIGHT be able to write out a message to Harry...But maybe if he swallowed just a smidge more pride he could maybe avoid much much worse.

Getting on all fours he had the idea to crawl to his study but the act involved basically presenting his puffy nappy clad rear to Harry who was chuckling in amusement.

Operation: crawl for freedom also died right then and there as the movement had pushed his cramps to the limit, Making him push his forehead to the push and jut out his butt as all hell broke loose.

As the contents of his bowels (and a few bones and/or internal organs from what it felt like to him) pushed out into the seat of his diapers Draco suddenly realized why all those Raven claw students had broken down crying.Filling a nappy to the brine didn't exactly feel all that nice if you weren't into it.

'Karma is a fucking bitch!'

On a scale of 1 to 10, Draco was a total 100 at playing the big stinky nappy bitch game, and despite the horrid smell that filled the house Harry had little hearts in his eyes.

the nappies had to of been enchanted, there was simply no way they would of held up THIS well as the back of the diapers ballooned out like you'd see in a cartoon.

'I'll have to get the brand name from him I can totally see this happening more and more often.' Harry cheerfully thought, then chuckled. 'Good thing I didn't put him in a onesie though.. the buttons would of flown off and might of taken out a eye!'

when he judged the mess to be over after about 15 minutes (mostly from Draco just laying there panting, eyes glazed and and beads of sweat dripping off of him, Harry helped the stinker up.

He was going to wait to remove the dummy gag until he got the big baby in the chair, but with such a cute display he just couldn't wait.

Draco wasn't even aware as the gag came out, though there was a soft steady mutter of 'da da da da da' escaping from his mouth. wiping his chin with bib, Harry then mouth in and gave Draco a hot kiss, shocking Draco out of his stupor but not fast enough as Harry pushed Draco back into the chair and cried out resistant as he did so.

instantly the tray came up and over Draco's head, sliding in and locking in place and pinning Draco's arms under the tray instead over in the arm restraints though his feet were locked in.

The feeling of landing on his muck butt had stopped whatever Draco was about to say, at least till he was secured in place.

"I'm sorry, you were going to say something?" Harry chuckled, about to turn and get Draco a bowl of baby food.

"POTTER YOU BLOODY GIT!! THIS WAS ALL FOR -YOU- TO WEAR!! I'M A TOP!" Draco bellowed.

Harry froze in his tracks and locked eyes with Draco, it was pretty clear this wasn't big baby regrets.

"Ummm..Oops?" Harry said sheepishly. "I'll um.. just get you free an-"

"I'M STUCK IN HERE FOR A BLOODY HOUR YOU WANKER!" Draco growled and then as he went on ranting, Harry couldn't help but think of two things.

1. He had screwed up BIG time and maybe should stop snooping around and

2. since he was already in the dog house, maybe popping the dummy gag back in till he could release Draco might be a good idea.

The end.

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literate-lamb · 3 years

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Man of the House | two

Sam Wilson/fem!Reader, future dark!Bucky Barnes/fem!Reader | 18+

You take the cat in, or did it take you in? And what is that god-awful screech?

► warnings(!): slow burn. eventual dubcon/noncon, eventual choking in future chapters. this is a dark fic.

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a/n: more slowburn. I swear it picks up by next chapter! Sorry for the late update, work has been kicking me. taglists still open.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

Tap. Tap. Tap. The click of kitten heels resounded as you walked, coffee cup in hand, its heat warming your cold fingers. The temperature was getting chillier as the days passed on. The once lush green foliage now no more, their hues of orange turning darker with time. The drab sky and the autumn wind didn’t make it easier, chilling you as they hung above and passed by.

Approaching the porch, you saw the white feline lounging on the steps. Its tail gave the occasional flicker, eyes imploring, as if it has been awaiting for your arrival.

“Mmreow.”

“Why, hello there!” you cooed, bending at the waist as you looked at the cat. “Have you been waiting for me?”

It gave a low murmur in return, rubbing and butting its head between your legs as a reply, leaving fine hairs on your slacks. Looks like you’ve made a new friend in the neighbourhood. A fur-riend, if you will.

“Lucky for you, I’ve brought some stuff,” you shook the bag of cat food in your other hand, smirking as you tempted the feline.

Sniffing the bag, the cat immediately became hyper, running towards the door with its tail swishing in excitement. Frustrated at your lack of movement, it mewled uncontrollably, yelling at you. Snickering, you stepped foot on the porch and set down the bag, fishing for the keys in your pocket. “Okay okay, you’re so demanding. Calm down.”

It zoomed in as soon as you unlocked the door. The fluffball looked like it knew its way around as it never once hesitated, long tail swishing as it went. It might’ve had history with previous tenants if it has been here long enough, including Mr Rogers.

Sensing your lack of presence, it stopped at the end of the hall, looked back and meowed, telling you to hurry up.

“Okay okay, sheesh, I’m coming!”

Entering the kitchen, you prepared the cat food in a bowl. The feline was almost ravenous, clawing at your slacks like it hasn’t eaten for days. That could be the case for strays, you mulled as you set down the bowl.

The house fell silent once more. Only the munching and grunting emanating from the small body the occasional interruption. You relaxed, back facing the countertop behind. Grabbing the nearest fruit bowl, you picked a peach, washed, and munched.

Slumping, you stared ahead, the antique mirror on the opposite wall occupied your vision. It was one of many, inhabiting your house in its intricate frame.

From your position, you could see the window of the back door reflected in the mirror, showcasing a small area of the yard. You felt yourself relax as you observed the fluttering of grass, dancing as they’re caressed by the autumn wind.

Sam had left in the morning, his work and apartment calling him, before you could be reunited at the end of the week. You missed him, but you enjoyed your solitude when it came, which wasn’t often. For now, it seemed you had a new companion to keep you company.

Munching on a peach, you divert your attention to the cat, watching as it ate eagerly. Humming, you had an idea.

“How about we call you Peaches?” you threw it out loud, “What do you think?”

The cat continued munching, not a care in the world. Well, you weren’t expecting much reply from a cat anyway.

“Peaches, it is then,” you hummed. Reaching down, you scratched it by the scruff. It had an immaculate coat for a stray, especially for a white cat. You found it surprising. “Let’s get you microchipped and vaccinated tomorrow, hmm?”

Leaving the feline to its own devices, you headed upstairs, dying for a post-work shower.

The blue bathroom tiles greeted your feet with their coolness. Natural light basked in through the lone window, bouncing on the walls as they illuminated the space. The clawfoot bathtub caught your eyes, its sight calling towards your fatigue body, demanding you take a dip.

Towel in hand, you stepped further into the bathroom and shut the door, shedding your clothes as you went. As you were busy pulling at your socks, something caught your attention.

The toilet seat was left up. This irritated you, terribly. You’ve always reminded Sam to put it down after he was done, and he was getting the hang of it too. Seemed like he needed another reminder.

You huffed as you shut the lid, unaware of the passing shadow beneath the door.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

“Mrreow mrreow.”

“Yes yes, we’ll get back soon,” you replied, eyes on the road. “I need to get a few stuff for dinner.”

Peaches had been whining throughout the entire car ride back and forth. In the morning, she seemed hyper yet nervous being in a moving vehicle for the first time. She wouldn’t stop chittering at everything she saw, pawing at the windows as the scenery flew by. The ride back was far more peaceful as she was confined in a cat carrier bought at the clinic. That didn’t stop her chittering though, Peaches was a talkative cat.

A day at the clinic proved fruitful as you administered Peaches her first vaccine. She whined, but didn’t retaliate, taking it like a champ. A general checkup showed she was fit as a fiddle. Further checking revealed she wasn’t microchipped, proving her a stray of the area. You were more than happy to call her yours.

Putting the gear into park, you exited the car, leaving a smidge of space on the passenger window for Peaches.

“I won’t be long,” you reassured her, tapping the window.

The mini market was located among the row of shops in the quaint town, a five minutes drive from the house. It was a cozy family establishment nestled in the corner next to a hardware store, small but sufficient for the tiny population.

The shift in temperature was apparent when you stepped inside. An elder woman greeted you from behind the counter, her smile warm, clashing with the cold fall weather. Beside her, a teenager sat at the cash register, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine. You returned the greeting with a smile and took a basket. This would mark your first appearance after the move into the neighbourhood.

Inside, the aisles were stocked but they were devoid of customers other than yourself. It seemed like a slow day.

Taking your time in the produce aisle, you took what you needed for tonight’s dinner, thinking of a few easy stir-fry recipes at the top of your head. You passed by the pet food area, taking a few snacks for Peaches. She deserved a treat after an exhausting day.

Bringing your basket to the counter, the teen started ringing up your items, face impassive, bored with the mundane task.

“Would you like some plastic bags?” the cashier asked, her voice drawls.

“Yes, please.”

Eyes downcast, you swayed on the heel of your boot as you waited for your groceries. The rhythmic tapping calmed you. Tap . Tap . Tap .

“Are you new here, dear?” a soft voice chimed.

Looking up, you saw the older lady had approached the front, facing you. She was a short woman, grey hair fixed neatly in a bun, with oval glasses perched on her nose. Her smile never wavered, motherly in a sense.

“Yes, I just moved here a few days ago,” you answered, straightened. “I live on Gardenia Street, in the old white house further down.”

Your answer shocked the cashier, halting her movement, unbeknownst to the two of you. She immediately composed herself and resumed before anyone could take notice.

“Oh, old Steve Rogers’ place? That’s a lovely house,” the elder beamed, a faraway look on her face. “I remember when he and his wife used to host dinner parties back in the day. Peggy was always a magnificent host, and Steve was equally charming in a silent way. They never had children, those two. It was always just them.”

“When Peggy passed, it hit him hard,” she continued, her eyes turned somber. “Living in a large house by himself, it was probably difficult. I hope he found peace by moving away.”

You didn’t know how to answer, her latter statement left a heavy atmosphere hanging. It was sad to know Mr Rogers’ reason for not living in the house, at the same time it felt you were intruding into your landlord’s personal matters.

Trying to escape the unease, you tried steering the conversation away, awkwardly, “He’s a very attentive landlord, I’m glad to have gotten him as one, honestly. He’s really nice.”

That seemed to do it, for a small smile returned to her face.

“I’m glad to hear it, dearie,” she said, handing your groceries from the cashier. “Stay safe, and if you hear any rumours, just know that the youngsters here like to pull pranks all the time,” she laughed.

Curious, but not wanting to press, you took your bags and paid. You bid the old lady a farewell and rushed to your car, remembering Peaches was still inside.

“Mrrreow.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m here,” you greeted, turning the ignition. “Sorry it took awhile, bought you some treats to make up for it.”

Before you could reverse out of the parking lot, a series of knocks came on your window. Looking to your left, you saw it was the teen cashier. She gestured for you to roll down your window, her hands frantic.

“Did I leave something behind?” you asked, rolling down the window a bit.

“No, nothing, it’s all fine. I’m just here to warn you,” she said, peering through the small gap you rolled down, eyes frenzied. “You should get out of that house while you still can.”

Ah, this must be what the elder woman meant. Another one of those spooky stories.

“My grandma thinks it’s all crap, but trust me, that house ain’t what you think it is,” she finished, her eyes turning into slits.

“No, thank you. I like that house, thank you very much.”

Brows furrowed, she scoffed, “Last Halloween, me and a couple of friends went there as a dare. I swear to God, we saw a man walking through the house in the dark. I’m not making this shit up!”

“I’m sure you did,” you replied tersely. “Now, is that all? I have somewhere to be.”

Moving away from your vehicle, the teen glared at you, eyes hard. You reversed out of the parking space, watching the girl in the rearview mirror get smaller and smaller as you drove away. She never ceased her gaze, staring until your car disappeared.

Watching you drive away, she whispered beneath her breath, voice carrying into the wind.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—

This afternoon’s interaction left you weirded out. You heeded the older woman’s advice, shutting down any outrageous stories concerning your new home. Especially from kids who trespass other people’s property in the name of dares.

Downing the last bit of tea —courtesy of your landlord— you headed upstairs, getting ready for bed.

Turning in, you shut the bedside lamp off, plunging the room in semi-darkness; the moonlight from the balcony was the only source of luminance.

Forgetting about the day’s events, you closed your eyes, falling into a dreamless slumber.

...

Screeeech!

A sudden noise awoke you. Loud and clear, like nails on a chalkboard. Like a high-pitched shriek, before fading away into nothing.

With bleary eyes, you snatched your phone from the bedside table. It read 3:25AM. Too early.

Too exhausted to comprehend, you fell asleep once more, deafened to the outside world.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

The blaring of the phone’s alarm woke you up, its buzzing reverberating. Groggy, you sat up, feeling sated yet still sleepy. Either yesterday’s events were really draining, or the tea really did its trick.

Eyes still heavy, something caught your senses. You sniffed a few times, detecting a scent. Woody, sooty. The scent of a burnt wick perhaps, except it clouded every part of the room. It was familiar.

Taking in the room, nothing seemed amiss. Nothing seemed burnt, nor faulty. No chewed up wires. No spilled perfumes. Yours sat neatly on the vanity, not a single drop vanished.

The closet was the same, nothing seemed burnt as you checked. The bedside lamps and sockets were working well, no burnt fuses. You were beginning to think something might’ve happened when you awoke last night. You were starting to get paranoid.

Opening the bedroom door, nothing seemed different in the hall. Only, the scent stopped there, confined to only the bedroom. Going back in, you threw the balcony door open, hoping to air out the scent. Pleased, you left to get ready.

As soon as you left the bathroom, Peaches was in the bedroom, sat by the foot of the bed. Blue eyes clear and imploring, watching as you dressed. You wondered what goes on in her head at times.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you called, closing the balcony doors before leaving the room. Peaches trotted behind, not before giving one last glance towards the bed, or rather, what was beneath it.

—

A surprise came for you after work in the form of Sam Wilson. A bouquet of white roses and baby breaths in hand, he whooshed into the clinic dramatically with his signature toothy smile. Acting as if he was the hero of a rom-com, confessing to the heroine in front of an audience to demonstrate his undying love. To prove your point, you swore you heard the receptionist sigh.

“Dr Hottie, I presume?”

Amused, you decided to play along. “O Samuel, wherefore art thou Samuel?”

“A surprise for milady,” he proclaimed. “As payment, I require one kiss from thee.” Receiving the bouquet, you sealed the deal with a peck.

Embarrassed by the numerous pair of eyes, you took Sam’s elbow and steered him towards the entrance. This wasn’t his first surprise visit here, but you preferred the affection without the attention.

“Samuel, where is thy chariot?”

“Tony drove me here, I took the bus to work today,” he explained. “He asked if you wanted to back out of the bet, said he’ll understand.”

You grinned, tossing Sam your keys. “Tell him I’m not about being a sore loser.”

You both drove off, with Norah Jones soft falsetto accompanying in the background. The passing scenery lulling you both, soaking in each other’s presence.

As minutes passed, you began to think about yesterday’s events and what they entail. The older woman and her teenage grandchild. The teen whose stare pierced, never wavering. Her tale, which when you think about it, could’ve held some truth. The supernatural seemed like a far reach, but it didn’t mean there weren’t other possible explanations for the truth.

The more you dwelled on it, the more it didn’t make sense. Until you thought about what awoke you last night. It sounded like a high-pitched scream but at the same time it wasn’t.

Glancing towards Sam, you thought about how to bring it up to him. It could be nothing, and you hoped it was nothing.

“Hey baby,” you started. “Can I ask your opinion on something?”

“What is it?” he hummed, giving you a glimpse.

“Last night I heard something like a high-pitched shriek? It was like ‘eeeeh!’, like a firework before it goes off,” you described, gesturing. “It woke me up, but I don’t think it happened inside, it sounded distant. Do you have any ideas what it might be?”

Giving a low hum, he started tapping the wheel, thinking. “Your house has a speed bump in front, right?”

“Huh-uh,” you confirmed, confused.

“Some old cars when they hit the brakes, they produce this loud screeching sound,” he explained. “Here, let me demonstrate.”

Approaching a speed bump on the road, Sam slowed down and pressed the brakes. A loud squeal was emitted, short yet piercing. It went by fast as it came.

“Like that, except it could be louder for cars without maintenance.”

You nodded. In your heart you knew it wasn’t the same, but you let it go.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩

“Baby!” Sam hollered from across the hall. “Have you seen my razor?”

Pausing your mascara, you called out, “No, I haven’t! Did you check the cabinets?”

Sam had stayed the night, accompanying you. He held you through the night, limbs tangled in the sheets. He could never keep away for long. Always coming back.

“I did, I swore I left it on the sink last time,” he said, standing by the door with his arms crossed, a towel the only garment protecting his dignity. “Maybe, just maybe… It’s the ghosts! Wooo,” he booed, lips exaggerated in an ‘o’, fingers wiggling in the air. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Hurry up, I have to drop you off at the bus stop or you’ll be late,” you grumbled, returning to the task at hand. Sam cackled.

—

Friday nights were always movie nights at your abode. It was a sacred tradition between you both, unless prior engagements were made.

Sam would come over with take-out and drinks while you prepared the popcorn and blankets. Tonight, you both decided to take it up a notch; a blanket fort in the parlour with rose petals scattered, courtesy of Sam.

Your boyfriend had brought his speakers, setting them up beside the coffee table the laptop was perched. Both the chesterfield sofas were brought closer, acting as the foundation for your canopy. It was quite the set-up.

“Caramel or salted?” you got up, moving towards the entryway of the dining room.

“Caramel baby,” he replied, making a face. “Who eats salted? Those are nasty.”

Too used to his antics, you moved to the kitchen to heat up the kernels. While waiting, you began hearing faint scratching. You turned to check. It became distinct when you entered the hallway, slowly creeping, ultimately leading you to the basement.

Feeling a sense of familiarity, you pushed the black door. What greeted you was Peaches in the inky darkness.

“How did you end up in here again?” you grumbled, exasperated. This was becoming a recurring occurrence. “What do you have in your mouth?”

Trotting up the steps, exiting the basement, Peaches dropped an item by your feet before scurrying away. You heard a hiss, followed by Sam’s screech. Peaches must’ve found him.

You leaned down to check what she brought up. It was Sam’s razor.

—

That night, as you lay next to Sam under the canopy of the fort, a distant rumbling stirred you. Followed by a loud screech. It lasted for a second, but it was enough to arouse you.

“Sam, did you hear that?” you whispered, shaking your partner.

“What what?” he mumbled, still sleep laden.

“The screeching sound.”

Sam never opened his eyes, he only snuggled closer. “T’was probably cars. Go to sleep,” he mumbled, dozing off once more.

You didn’t have the energy to wake him again, knowing it was futile. Silencing all your doubts, you closed your eyes and let sleep take you. With the lingering thoughts of how the noise sounded nearer, pushed to the back of your consciousness.

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #dark fic #horror #mystery #bucky barnes fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction

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omnivorousshipper · 3 years

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Request Friday: Bear shifter Hobbs comes across Deckard (fox or coyote or whatever) caught in a trap. Luke frees him but now has a companion that refuses to leave until he can repay the favor (save his life).

My brain is of course thinking of Deck curled up on this giant grizzly bear, snoozing. And the giant bear like providing snacks for his dainty smol friend who is still healing from the trap.

Awww!! This is such an unique and interesting request! You know I can't resist shapeshifters, especially when they both can do it!!

And I just love the idea of Luke lovingly getting snacks for small fox Deckard 😭

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Walking on all fours, Luke leisurely trudged through a national park in California. The weather was perfect and the forest was full of healthy life and activity. A perfect place for the bear he had shifted into

He stopped and took a breath, simply enjoying the peace

Twice a year for two weeks, Luke would go out into the forest and shift into his animal form for those weeks

Sam had bugged him to take her, but he promised that he would bring her when she was older. She wouldn't be able to keep the form for too long until she had more practice

Luke had arrived two days ago to enjoy his vacation and so far everything had been perfect

He was walking to his favorite stream and planning on catch a few fish, when he heard a loud whimpering noise

Stopping, he listened and could hear the pain filled cries of a fox. Curious, Luke turned left and followed the noises

As they grew louder, Luke broke through the brush

In the middle of a trail was a fox stuck in a bear trap. The trap was huge and at least half the size of the fox itself. The poor animal was weakly digging at the trap with its front paws, desperately trying to free its hind leg

Hot rage ran through Luke's blood as he walked up to the trapped animal

Fucking poachers

Let out a small breath of air, the fox whirled its head around to stare at him with scared eyes

Like wished he could have soothed it, but there wasn't much he could have done as a bear

Instead, he walked slowly towards it and felt his heart clench as the fox yipped and tugged harder on its leg to escape this new danger

Luke growled at the way the fox kept hurting itself and the noise made the fox freeze

Ignoring its pleading eyes, Luke examined the trap knew he was going to have a hard time opening it without his thumbs

Carefully, Luke slipped his large claws in the gap of the trap's jaws. It took all of his strength to pull them apart, but he was able to open it just enough to let the fox pull its leg out

Luke let the trap snap shut on itself with satisfaction

He would have to call the park rangers about the trap when he shifted back

A few feet away, the fox was curled up on itself and staring at Luke. Giving it a small nod, Luke turned away in the direction of his favorite stream

He could hear small, shuffling footsteps behind him. Looking back, he saw the fox limping behind him

Growling, Luke tried to scare to fox away, but it simply panted at him and scrambled to walk next to him

Blinking, Luke ignored it and kept going

The fox followed him

~~~

No matter what he did, the fox wouldn't leave him alone

Eventually, Luke gave up and let it follow him. He would slow his pace, letting the smaller animal walk with him with its limp

When Luke noticed it tiring, he would either sit and wait, or pick it up by the scruff and carry it with him

It enjoyed both

Luke stayed near the stream, lazily catch all the fish he wanted. He purposely caught smaller fish for the fox to munch on

Standing in the stream now, Luke watched the salmon swim by his feet as he swiped at them. Suddenly, splashing sound caught his attention

Turning his head, he saw the fox stepping into the stream and trying to swim closer to him. But the water was too quick and fast for the fox

Amused, Luke abandoned the fish and easily waded through the water. The fox yipped at him excitedly as Luke allowed it to climb onto his shoulders

Together, they played in the water until they were both exhausted. Hauling them out of the stream, Luke collapsed into the grass and the warm sunlight

He felt the fox scamper on top of him and settle on his chest

Happier than ever, Luke let himself fall asleep, the fox doing the same on top of him

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Soon enough, Luke's two weeks came to an end

He didn't want to leave the fox, especially since it had finally healed from being in the trap. But Luke couldn't stay in his shifted form forever

He tried to lose the fox as he made his way back to his car and small camp sight, but the small animal refused to leave his side

When they arrived at the camp sight, Luke didn't hesitate to walk close to the car. The fox followed much more hesitantly

Turning to the fox, Luke sighed as it stared at him with wide, curious eyes

It was now or never

Standing on his hind legs, Luke let his body shift. His limbs shortened and his fur disappeared with his long muzzle

In mere seconds, Luke was a normal human again

Sighing, he looked down at the fox

"Sorry, little guy. But I need to go home."

Turning his back on the animal, Luke opened his car and grabbed a duffle of clothes

"Then, can I come with you?"

Almost jumping out of his skin, Luke whirled around

To come face to face with a man standing where the fox had just been

Gaping like a fish, Luke looked the man over and was shocked to see the healing wound on his leg. The man met his gaze steadily, the almost exact gaze the fox would send him

"I-uh." Luke coughed. The man waited for him patiently

Thinking back to how much he desperately wanted to talk to the fox, Luke felt himself nodding

"Sure."

The man smiled at him and took the too big clothes Luke offered him

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!

#shobbs #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #hobbs and shaw #shapeshifting au #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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frywen-bumbles · 4 years

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The Way to a Man's Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch1

Fandoms: The Witcher

Word count: 1545

Chapters: 1/?

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DAY 1: Jaskier meets the biggest and meanest cat he's ever seen

Jaskier looks at the house and checks he has the right number again before approaching. The house is nice, not as nice as some of the others he has been in, but a regular two-storey house in a nice neighbourhood. Nothing remarkable which makes the secrecy of the gig more baffling.

Some people liked their privacy Jaskier guesses as he tries to spot a flowerpot without looking too suspicious. The flowers have almost wilted but Jaskier doesn't reserve them a second glance as he fishes out the spare key under the pot.

He checks the notes from the owner again from his phone.

He could deal with cats who hate people. Animals love him, he just has to be patient and offer peace and love. And food. Food is very important.

He opens the door carefully, not sure if Roach is the type of a cat to try to squeeze her way to freedom every chance possible. He slips through, his bag in front of his leg to protect his pants in an event of a clawed attacker but, to his relief, there is no cat in sight.

He leaves his shoes and bag at the entryway and makes his way to inspect the house. The ground floor consists mostly of an open plan kitchen and living room, the backdoor in the kitchen leading into a small yard.

The living room looks like it's from a magazine, only the small decorative items usually on display are stuffed haphazardly in a cabinet, and by the looks of it, forgotten there. But what draws Jaskier's attention isn't the fine furniture. No, it's the gigantic cat tree in front of the window facing to the street. Jaskier eyes the cat tree warily. Either the owner is very enthusiastic about their cat (Jaskier has seen those, usually ladies in their middle ages or older) or the cat is a giant. No normal cat requires a cat tree that large.

He ventures further into the house, phone in hand and selects his best friends number.

"Hi, Essi, it's me. I arrived safely, there are no axe murders in sight. Yet."

"One of the days there will be and then I can tell you I told you so," Essi's voice is amused despite her admonishing words but she turns serious as Jaskier walks up the stairs, trying to find the bedroom, "You need to call me every day. If you won't I'll come storming over with Priscilla and that won't end pretty."

"Yeah, yeah, Little Eye. I got this, don't worry." The first floor seems as devoid of a cat as the ground floor. There are three doors Jaskier guesses lead to two bedrooms and a bathroom. All doors are ajar so he peeks through the first. A study. A boring one at that. Bookshelves line all the walls, and two decent sized monitors sit on the desk. No laptop.

It doesn't surprise him, the owner said he had to leave for work for at least two months. But why did it have to be so boring?

He glances at the bookshelves expecting to find more boring stuff.

What he finds are two enormous golden eyes staring down at him.

He would deny shrieking like a little child to his dying day.

"Jaskier?! Julek?! Are you okay?! What is it?" Essi screams at him.

"Fuck, fuck, cock, bloody Melitele, fuck, that is the biggest fucking cat I have ever seen, is that even a fucking cat, what the fuck?"

"Jaskier what the fuck? You can't just scare me like that, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"That thing is not a cat. No cat is that big. Nope. Exotic pets weren't in the deal I'm not having this, no."

The long-haired tabby stares at him and waves it's tail in irritation, hitting it against the bookshelf with a series of thuds.

"Um, yeah... goooood kitty, I'll just... go..." Jaskier runs from the room all while listening to the wheezing laughter of Essi from the other end of the line.

"Are you sure it's not a Maine Coon or something?" Essi laughs.

"Do you think I haven't seen Maine Coons? That cat is a monster!" Jaskier hisses while keeping a keen eye on the door of the study.

"You know for a fact there are monsters in the world and you're scared of a little cat? Sure, catboy. Have fun with your monster cat."

The cat (Roach, Jaskier's brain helpfully supplies) walks out of the study and stares at him unimpressed. Now, on a reasonable height, it clearly is just a very large cat. Sure, it's by far the biggest cat Jaskier has ever seen, but a normal longhaired cat none the less.

"Please, don't tell Pricilla about this," Jaskier beggs as he eyes the cat and blinks slowly in hopes of gaining the enormous cat's trust.

"Yeah, of course, I won't, why would I do that?"

"You're telling her as soon as this call ends aren't you?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, I already texted her," Essi mocks him gleefully.

"Traitor!" Jaskier hisses.

"Love you too! Call me tomorrow!"

"I will," Jaskier admits defeated, "bye."

He stuffs his phone in his pocket and looks at Roach, "I guess it's just you and me then, girl."

Roach screams at him.

"Umm, yeah, you're going to have to be a bit more specific than that."

Roach screams again.

"You could meow like a normal cat, you know?"

Jaskier has never seen a cat look as unimpressed with him as Roach is at the moment. She gives him a wide berth as she heads for the stairs to the second floor. And screams.

"Sorry, that's off-limits for me, you're on your own." Roach looks him up and down before she heads upstairs. He can hear her digging around and meowing pitifully. Something crashes to the floor.

Still, off-limits, he reminds himself and turns to investigate the rest of the house. Bathroom, bedroom. Both void of any personal belongings.

It's all fairly boring, all personality stripped, no pictures in sight. There's a sort of detachment to the whole thing Jaskier finds unsettling.

He steps to the back yard, making sure that firstly the door is unlocked and secondly Roach is nowhere in sight. He looks up after closing the door and blinks in surprise.

The whole yard is one giant catio, reaching all the way to the first-floor windows. The windows are connected with planks, leading to a wooden ladder. In the yard is a small vegetable garden and a shack Jaskier guesses contain the gardening tools.

"Well then... I guess I don't have to worry about leaving the back door open." He eyes the garden again and makes a vow to try to remember water the vegetables. He's not sure he'll succeed.

By dinnertime, Jaskier has settled down, unpacked his belongings in the bedroom and claimed a space on the desk in the study. He's putting his shopping away in the fridge (where all he found was cheap beer and snacks clearly meant for a child, thanks for the hospitality) when a demanding meow sounds from the other side of the kitchen.

"Oh, hello Roach. Is it time for your dinner?"

Another meow.

Roach walks in front of a cabinet and screams, as demanding as before.

"Is that where your food is? I'll be right with you, sweetie, just wait a moment..."

Another scream.

"Yeah, yeah..." Jaskier mutters as he tries to find some logic to where everything is in the kitchen. Like it was organised by some crazy witch who never cooked other than their evil potions.

A loud metallic bang makes Jaskier jump in the air and hit his head on a cabinet door.

"Roach?! What the fuck was that?" He looks at the cat who sits next to her empty bowl which sits upside down on the floor, a good half a metre from her tray.

Meow.

"Yeah, okay, food! You'll eat me soon if I don't feed you..." he mumbles and goes digging the cabinet Roach pointed to him.

Roach trills and screams and attacks the cup as soon as Jaskier puts it on the floor. Roach doesn't eat, she just keeps her head in her bowl and stares at Jaskier, a low growl rising from her throat.

"Right, of course, I can't watch you eat. Don't worry, I don't want to steal your food." Jaskier takes a step back. Roach eyes him warily, but apparently, he's far enough she starts to eat her food, selecting carefully the tastiest bits first.

Jaskier digs his phone from his pocket and snaps a selfie of himself, Roach happily munching away in the background. Or so he thought, as soon as he looks at the picture more closely he can see the cat staring at him like it wants to eat him instead.

He picks up the right conversation in WhatsApp and hits send before he turns back to Roach.

"You know, you have to start to trust me soon, I have to brush you so you don't get tangles and mats in that gorgeous hair of yours."

Roach doesn't look impressed.

#the witcher fanfic #fanfic #the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #frywen writes

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Trust, Chapter 1

TITLE: Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki kidnaps Darcy Lewis, in hopes of getting the tesseract in return for her. Imagine his surprise when he grows rather fond of the mortal, finding that she understands him better than anyone else ever has. RATING: M

Darcy had been hoping for a change of pace to her life. It was just the same old routine every day. Sure, she worked with The Avengers in their compound on the outskirts of the city. Well, not exactly The Avengers, but as Jane’s apprentice…