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avatarloverfrfr · 2 months

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Dreamwalker Siblings

Chapter I: Cryo-sleep

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Summary: Y/n and Jake Sully. Siblings, shipped off into the depths of space to explore the mysterious world of Pandora.

Warnings: Mentions of death, reader is NOT excited at all, Constant reminder of deceased loved one.

Word count: 3,6k

Tag list: @pinkvrydag @neytirismissingtoe @youskawng @tsuteyssyulang @lylalaminated

Note: Trust me guys, this series is going to take an interesting turn around the second or third chapter, be patient. Let me cook. Also just ask to be added to the tag list.

"You cannot ask this of us! Tommy is the scientist not us. He wanted to be shot light years into space, not us. We cannot do it." I shrieked, pleading with my brother for validation, but my cries were met with oppressive silence. His gaze fixed onto our fallen sibling, Tommy, robbed of life right before he went off to do the only thing that put a smile to his face. All sacrificed for the contents of his wallet.

"Your brother represented a significant investment, we'd urge you to accept taking over his contract." The man besides Jake had said, completely disregarding all that I had said. "I'm sure he would hate to have all his hard work go to waste, knowing someone so close to him would be able to continue his legacy." The second man, besides me, added with a curt nod.

Outrage boils within me at the audacity of these men, exploiting the loss of one of us, former triplets, as leverage against us. How dare they use Jake and I with their clear motives of greed, revealing to us that our worth to them is nothing but a budget they refuse to abandon.

"It'll be a fresh start, on a new world. And the pays good, very good." they said staring at Jake and I. Before I could even say something in retaliation. Jake had spoken for the first time that night. "We'll do it." Disbelief swept over me as I locked eyes with him. How could he agree so easily? How could he not see that these men were just using us— he probably could, yet chose to turn a bind eye.

"Perfect, Y/n we will get your Avatar ready, they will mature on the trip there." the men said walking out, leaving me in there with Jake.

"How could you just accept like that Jake. You caved! Just like that? You know they are just playing us, and you still went along with it! Don't you see–" I started, but he interrupted me. "Maybe you don't see it, but I do. We are dirt poor Y/n! Struggling... This cash could change everything. We could finally be able to live." he pleaded, desperate for understanding. "I could afford to use my legs again." he confessed.

While I was sitting there, next to my brother, a big whole blown right in the middle of our lives, I started having these dreams. Dreams that whispered secrets of possibility and untold wonders. Sooner or later though, you always have to wake up.

As I wake up, I glance around and it hits me, I'm in some sort of cryo pod. Flashbacks flood my mind, reminding me of the time before my life had got frozen, five years of my life, gone. The memories of Tommy's death, as if it was yesterday. 'We had to do it, so we could live." I think to myself, trying to find comfort in all of this.

"Rise and shine sleepy head." a doctor had greeted me as I exit the cryo pod I had spent the last five years of my life in. "We're here."

"Exo-packs on! Let's go! Exo packs on! Remember people, you lose that mask, you're unconscious in 20 seconds, and dead in four minutes–" I stopped listening to what the sergeant had to say. Looking around my eyes landing on Jake. We should not be here, this is not our home. But what's the point in dwelling now, there's no turning back. I think to myself while putting on my exo pack, adjusting it so oxygen could freely flow through.

"When that ramp comes down, go directly into the base. Do not stop! Go straight inside wait for my mark!" the sergeant yelled. Standing up I walk over to Jake who was still seated waiting for everyone in front of him to leave the air craft so that he was able to freely able to deploy his wheelchair.

"Let's go special case! Do not make me wait for you Sully's!" he barks. Not bothering to acknowledge him Jake and I walk off the ramp and onto Pandora, our "fresh start." Taking a long look around I spot soldiers, back on earth these guys were heroes, marines fighting for freedom. But out here they were all just a bunch of hired guns, serving the RDA until their last breath.

"You're not in Kansas anymore, you're on Pandora ladies and gentlemen–" the man, Quartrich, continued. Tommy was meant to be listening to this, not Jake and I.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Jake!" a lanky man rushes up to us after the "safety brief." "You're Jake right? Tom's brother." he asked looking down at him to meet his eyes. I just stare at him, does he just not see me here?

"You look just like him." he says eyes finally landing on me. "Sorry– I forgot he had mentioned he had two siblings, Y/n. I'm Norm. Spellman. Went through Avatar training with him." he says leading us into some sort of bio-lab.

As Norm continues briefing us on the bio-lab procedures, my attention drifts, drawn to avatars in three separate cry-chambers. I approach them, circling until I stop at a particular one.

"Looks like him." Jake and I simultaneously say, not once taking our eyes off what our brother could have been.

"No, looks like you. This is your avatar now Jake." Norm reassures him placing a hand on Jakes shoulder before moving to the last tube in the bio-lab.

"And this is your avatar Y/n. She had to get to the lab as soon as possible, since you know–" Norm starts, but I cut in, "–I wasn't meant to be here. Yeah, I'm aware." I finish, stepping closer to my avatar.

She looks so much like me, except for the obvious differences. Blue skin, a queue, and her sheer size. "She's beautiful." I whisper, touching the glass, feeling a soft heartbeat pass between us.

"The idea is that every driver is matched to their own Avatar, so their nervous systems are in tune... Or something. That's why they offered us the gig. It's insanely expensive... Is this right? Do we just say whatever to the video log?" Jake questions turning to Norm and Max.

"And do we have to share the exact same camera to film these things?" I interject, trying to nudge Jake out of the screens view.

"Yeah, you both need to document everything you see, what you feel. Plus, you're twins, who knows if you both are able to feel the same emotions or not. It's all apart of the science." Norm explains, retuning to his work.

"Plus it'll keep you sane for the next six years," Norm adds chuckling.

"Not if I have to sit next to Mr. Jarhead it's not." I remark, rolling my eyes but smiling slightly.

"Look who's talking Miss. 'I might not be a marine, but I sure can beat your ass,' " Jake adds, playfully pushing me.

This was one the first times I had smiled since arriving to Pandora. Usually keeping a stoic face, only smiling around my brother. My only family, the only thing from my past life.

Entering the link room behind Norm and Max, we're greeted by a voice. "Who's got my goddamn cigarette?" a redheaded woman demands, emerging from one of the link pods.

"Grace Augustine is a legend. She's the head of the Avatar Program. She wrote the book, I mean literally write the book on Pandora botany." Norm gushes. "Well that's because she likes plants more than people." Max adds teasingly.

"Well, there she is, Cinderella back from the ball. Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm Spellman, and Jake and Y/n Sully." Max says pointing at each of us in turn.

"Norm, I've heard good things about you. How's your Na'vi?" she asks, completely ignoring my brother and me, then begins to speak in a language I can only assume is Na'vi.

"Uh- Grace, this is Jake and Y/n Sully," Max interjects, trying to redirect her attention.

"Yeah, yeah. I know who you are, and I don't need you. I need your brother. You know. the PhD who trained for years for this mission? Yeah him." she snaps.

"He's dead. We know it's a big inconvenience for everyone, including me." I reply bluntly. There's no need to sugar coat anything that's already happened.

"How much lab training have you had?" she asks, looking between Jake and I.

"We dissected a frog once." Jake simply states.

"You see? I mean, they're just pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain. I mean hell, the girl isn't even supposed to be here! I'm going to Selfridge, this is such bullshit." she rants, storming off but not before putting out her cigar.

"Well she's kind." I remark dryly.

As Jake and I arrive precisely at the time Max had instructed us to the day before, 0800, Jake and I hasten to catch up with Grace and Norm, who are already stationed at the link pods.

"You're late Sully's. You're in there, you're here." Grace remarks, gesturing towards two pods for Jake and I, and we obediently follow her directions.

"How much have you both logged?" she inquires, turning to the screen besides Jakes link pod.

"Zip, but I read a manual." Jake replies with a nonchalant shrug, as he wheels over to his pod.

"I listened to him read it out loud, if that counts." I confess making my way to my own pod.

"Tell me you're joking." Grace says incredulously, as she abandons her work on Jakes screen to approach mine.

"So you just decided to venture out here, to the most hostile environment known to man with no training whatsoever and see how it went? What was going on through your head?" she questions, setting up both mine and Jakes link screens for launch.

"Maybe I was tired of doctors telling what I couldn't do." Jake retorts, lying down in this link pod. I look at him wondering if that is why he spared no chance in me saying anything back when those men asked us to take the place of Tommy, because he was tired of the life he had.

"Keep you arms in, heads down." Grace instructs, pushing me into my link bed before I had the chance to ask Jake what he had truly meant.

"Just relax and let your mind go blank." are the last words I hear Grace utter before she seals my link pod.

Off to the side, Max examines scans of Jake and my brain. Studying the intently, he remarks. "Jakes brain is gorgeous, with nice activity. However we're detecting some resistance in Y/n's brain. She's unconsciously pushing back against the transfer, if this continues it could potentially harm the link." he informs, turning to Grace for guidance.

"Once the link is established, it cannot be interrupted. It will only worsen the issue," Grace states matter-of-factly, keeping an eye on my Avatar. Stubborn and resistant to change- that's Grace's initial assessment of Y/n, even after less than 48 hrs of meeting her.

As my eyes flutter open, I'm greeted by a blinding light that pierces my eyes. A sharp ache throbs in my head, intensifying until two figures materialize before me- doctors, no doubt.

"She's awake. Y/n, can you hear me? Are you feeling alright?" the female doctor inquires, checking my expression for any sign of discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply, opting not to mention the pounding headache. Slowly, I sit up, only to find my hands adorned with five blue fingers.

"I made it." I murmur to myself in disbelief. Glancing around, I notice Jake already on his feet, a grin stretching across his face. He's standing, a sight I never thought I'd witness again, his legs finally functioning.

"Y/n you've got to see this. When's the last time you saw your brother standing tall, huh?" he exclaims, turning to face me while his tail knocks over everything in it's path.

Finally on my feet, I chuckle, "Bro, we're giants." The realisation hits me as I gaze at Jake and then towards the exit to find that he was already smiling at me– we're thinking the same thing. Tri– Twin telepathy perhaps?

Without a word Jake and I bolt, dodging Avatars engaged in a game of basketball, evading Norm and the two doctors running after us. We hurdle obstacles until a humanoid robot comes into view.

"Sorry! we both exclaim breathlessly, narrowly avoiding a collision as we skid to a stop near some flora. Catching our breath, we're approached by an avatar bearing striking resemblance to Grace.

"Hey, Sully's!" she calls out, closing in on us.

"Grace?" Jake questions, eyeing her up and down.

"Who else were you expecting numbnuts?" she retorts with a grin, with me laughing at the nickname Grace gave him.

As Jake and Grace catch up, I slip away into the area where Avatars are housed, searching for a change of attire. Opting for a top similar to Graces but in a deep shade of blue, that are about a shade darker than my current skin tone, pairing it with green cargo shorts. Hoping to blend in slightly to the flora and fauna of the forest.

Gazing up at the darkening sky, I realize it's nearly nightfall, meaning I had to delink for the night. "Alright, everyone, settle down! Lights out." Grace commands, ushering the remaining humans away.

"See you at dinner kiddos," she adds, flicking the lights off.

Lying back, I can still feel the remnants of the headache, but I decided to let sleep wash it away. Closing my eyes, I drift off into a peaceful slumber.

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luvtak · 8 months

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you can hear it in the silence, njm

✧ pairing na jaemin x reader

✧ genre/tw est. relationship, crying, reader is drunk weeping lol, fluff fluff fluff!! suggestive at the end, reader is described to be smaller than jaemin, basically you love jaemin so much you can't stop crying about it and he loves you too!!

✧w/c 1216

✧ a/n cooked this one up after weeks of writing nothing lmao, i love jaemin and thats what started this. i hope you love reading it as much as i liked writing it <3

You wonder how silly you look, eyes flooded and nose pouring out snot.

It’s not the crying that’s silly, it’s the reason for the tears—your boyfriend’s smile spread miles across his face laughing at his friends. He just looks so beautiful, every bit of the boy you fell in love with those months ago shifting and changing himself into the version he is now. Always so gorgeous and so kind that you can’t help being moved to tears by this joyful vision of him.

Maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through your system pushing past playful debauchery and welcoming melodrama, or maybe it’s just that you love him.

You love him so much you find it hard to talk about, only letting out the words in the quiet cathedral of your home together. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind, carrying enough confidence in his affections for the both of you—he’s fluent in love, knows how to carry a conversation in his heart and his body, knows all the slang terms and cultural practices; he’s an expert at love, even more so at loving you.

Somehow, he always knows exactly what you need, handing you a cup before you can say you’re thirsty, calling you at the precise time you leave to walk in the dark, kissing you right before you say his three favorite words. So, it’s not surprising when he looks up to see you with tears spiraling down your face.

Although, he can’t tell if their happy tears or not. He thinks in some part of himself that they must be, that if you were so heartbroken you would’ve parted the crowd of people to get to him—or worse fled outside or to a bathroom, somewhere to cry by yourself. But you look so sad. A picture of pain, standing all alone in a corner—bliss and mischief touching everything but your tragic little bubble.

Without warning, Jaemin finds himself rushing to you, offering only a short see you later! Before separating himself from the boys surrounding him. You’ve caved into yourself, crying and sniffling about something he couldn’t understand, what happened in the forty minutes he’d been away from you to make you like this?

“Hey…hey, look at me. What’s wrong? What’s on your mind pretty thing?” his voice so quiet in such a loud room, the deep timbre of it reverberating through your shaking frame. It cuts through the electronica coming from the speakers and finally your eyes meet. And there he is, your disgustingly pretty boy. So handsome and darling even with worry in his eyes, boyish beauty covering every inch of him. How you love him, and this love only makes you cry more: barely getting your words out,

“Oh, it’s nothing Jaemin, I just love you.” Your speech is slurred and spluttered out, almost indistinguishable from the whimpers and sobs from before, but he hears you. He thinks his ears must be fine-tuned to your voice because there is no other way he should’ve been able to decipher your upset dawdling’s.

“You silly creature, why would you cry over me?” “Jus- just love you that’s all. Can’t believe you love me too.” Your words end in a huff, blanketed by the sound of his arms pulling you in. He’s so tall, bigger than you in every way and yet you fit together like a puzzle. His arms caging you in, pressing so close to put your ear to his heart. It’s beating so fast, pulsing beneath your head in an uneven rhythm, he must’ve been so worried. It makes your head hurt a little thinking about your sweet summer boy looking up to see you like this, rushing over for nothing but the drunk ramblings of someone who should probably be in bed.

“So, these are happy tears?” a nod given hesitantly from you in response, you aren’t quite sure they are happy—more of a mix, a bittersweet concoction of future happiness and past regret that you can’t seem to name. “Promise?”

“Yes, Jaem, I promise.” it’s only then does he let up, pulling you away from his chest for just a moment to look at your tear-stricken face. He loves every version of you, but he wished he didn’t have to see this one; Sleepy and sad and crying over silly things.

“I love you so much, and I’m glad you know… even if it makes you cry all alone at parties.” Your smile is a shot of spring, giving new life to the previous tragic picture of it. He wishes you were alone, free to love you in all the ways he needs to. He knows these party patrons won’t mind, but you would, and he’d hate to make you uncomfortable in any way even if it is just a kiss in a crowded room—you’d care, so he cares.

He knows you need to leave, knows this loud pulsing of music is doing nothing to calm the storm in your head, he knows he needs to be sensible. With one last embrace, whispering his true feelings, he offers you his hand and says, “Let’s go home, huh?”

The walk is fast, but the night chill bites. Sobering you from the inside out and forcing the two of you to stand together like you’re in a three-legged race—laughing and stumbling into the dark. He jokes and teases and wishes for your smiles, not daring to kiss you until your eyes light with happiness instead of this strange melancholy you found yourself in. When you finally grin up at him, he thanks God you’re alone.

Finally, there is no one around but your boy and the stars, smiling down at you and waiting for your next move. He presses his hands to your face to trace the path your stray tears took. He’s such a pretty boy, alive and electric and in love, and all you can do is kiss him. A slow press of your lips before he takes control, searching for the love on your lips, whittling you down to the bone so the only thing on your mind is him, him, him.

He tells you he loves you too in between kisses, it’s so messy, smiles meeting in the middle and clacking teeth. Kisses so harsh you wonder where your sweet boy went, just for him to shift back—tender hands on fragile skin.

You think this is what it means to have found your person, trusting your heart and your body in someone else’s hands and walking into the night.

Jaemin’s body is warm, so yours is too; his smile is the crescent moon above you, reflecting off your own until you’re both smiley fools rushing towards your front door. You know what will happen next, you know he’ll show you how fluent in love he really is—show you with his hands and his heart and his tongue, how he’ll tuck you in and tell you his three favorite words. You know you’ll wake up to his love again, surrounding you like the early morning sun and making you cry tears of pleasure instead of bittersweet pain.

You know you’ll be happy and in love,

and when your pretty boy tells you, I love you sweetheart, you’ll say it back.

You are in love.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct x reader #jaemin #nct dream x reader #na jaemin #nct dream #nct #✧ drabble

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atsadi-shenanigans · 1 month

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Feeding Alligators 43 - The Proposition

Astarion makes a proposition.

Warning: that shitty feeling when you're demisexual (with purity culture trauma) and someone you thought of as a friend propositions you with sex and you realize, in a survival situation, your choices are sex, or losing this friend and possible support. There's a happy ending eventually, but both of these people have serious issues.

On AO3.

“That went well,” Astarion says. He sits nearby on the unshattered stairs leading to the front door, hair dripping from the quick wash he’d given himself.

The air stinks of smoke and char and some nauseating, roast meat reek you refuse to think about. Everybody calmed down (Karlach) and most got their wounds treated. Shadowheart had conjured up a rain to put out a fire (with a fucking arrow in her hand), leaving the tollhouse a fire-gutted wreck. Fucker ain’t structurally sound in the slightest; you’ll ask Gale to thunderwave it before y’all leave to make sure no unsuspecting travelers try to take shelter and get crushed when the roof finally caves in.

Literally everybody got hurt except you. Lae’zel tore ligaments in her knee. Gale’s hands and half his face are mildly burned. Shadowheart actually got hit in the face with shrapnel in addition to the aforementioned arrow-through-the-hand. And Wyll is gashed down his side to his ribs.

Karlach is still burning too hot to be near anybody—she sits over in the road with her teddy bear.

And Astarion, who doesn’t need to breathe, inhaled smoke right after Harvey Dent gashed his head. You gave him a healing potion to help his lungs—he don’t need air to live, but he does need it to talk—because Shadowheart is triaging the magic she got left.

“They’re dead and we’re not, darling, and that is what matters,” Astarion says. He wipes his blades down again, having already inspected his bow (and found no damage).

He’s right. Y’all did what y’all had to. Karlach don’t got hunters on her tail no more, and none of the injuries are more than y’all’s resources can handle.

Except you are completely fine and none of the others are.

Astarion finishes up and slips his daggers back into the sheathes on his belt.

“We’re probably staying here for the night, huh?” you say.

“I can’t imagine the others will want to go far.” He looks to the rotting carcasses. “But I also don’t anticipate anyone, even the gith, wanting to linger amongst all this.”

You nod. You can help set up camp. That can be your contribution; you should really ask Gale for cooking lessons. Nobody fucks with the camp cook.

“Well, my dear,” Astarion says. “Shall we see what items might be left in that ruin? I’m rather sure I saw a basement.”

Bringing back presents also boosts morale.

“We probably shouldn’t go alone,” you say, and completely miss his smile turn sour. “Hey Karlach! You wanna see if they got shit in the basement?”

In the road, Karlach perks up. Woman has such golden retriever vibes.

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Karlach ends up taking an ax to the charred hatch cover that does, indeed, lead to a basement. And then to the big doors Astarion can’t jimmy open—you let him search the ripe body y’all find down there. Must’ve been the toll collector. You got a sneaking feeling it wasn’t them dead gnolls outside that got him. Might be the way his gut is cleaved damn near in two, like some Harvey Dent motherfucker and his overcompensation sword nailed the guy.

Most of the boxes in that first room are empty, save some salvageable rags, which you stuff into your bag like there’s gonna be a shortage (you got maybe six or seven days until shark week, you suspect). Find a couple of broken weapons, a pair of frayed sandals, and not much else. But as you start into the second room, stepping over splintered wood, Astarion grabs your elbow.

“Careful darling,” he says. “There are traps about. Stay next to me, hmm?”

Circular grates dot the floor. A lot of them.

“Can you disarm these?” you say.

“Oh, I got it,” Karlach says, flexing her biceps unnecessarily (but not unappreciated). She skirts the first one, hefts up a heavy looking jar that comes up to your ribcage, and sets it over the grate. “There. Fucker can’t spew if it’s blocked, yeah?”

“Indeed,” Astarion says. “Why don’t you be a dear and go handle the others?”

“Aww, what’s a matter, Fangs?” she says, and if he were a cat, his ears would be plastered to his skull. “Can’t do a bit of heavy lifting?”

“I’d rather not dirty my hands, if it’s all the same to you,” he says, despite the fact that 1. he's wearing gloves and 2. he's still got dried blood crusted in the creases down the front of his armor.

Karlach looks at him for a second, and the both of them make weird facial expressions. Then she grins. And there’s something odd in that grin. And in the way she glances over to you.

“Gotcha,” she says. And saunters off to find more huge-ass pottery.

You start rummaging through the first box you see. Old clothes. Not moldy or covered in mildew or crusted bodily fluids, so into the pack they go. Move on to the next.

It’s quiet as you work. Karlach shuffles over to the corner, secures that vent, and starts rummaging herself.

Two boxes later and Astarion sighs. You look up, find him about where you left him, but leaning on a shelf with an arched brow.

He…hasn’t been looting?

“You alright?” you say. He don’t look injured. His arms are folded and you catch the barest flicker as he apparently resists the urge to roll his eyes.

Then he pastes on the smarm again. “I just wanted to take a moment to congratulate you. That was quite the plan, back there. Very effective.”

“Uh huh.”

He’s angling for something. And he seems to know that you know, and he leans into it. “Are all your plans going to be so vicious?”

“I’m not…it’s not on purpose. I’m not trying to cause…mayhem.”

“And yet you’re rather good at it.”

It’s still not a comfortable thought, that part of you. It’s keeping your ass alive, but if (when) you get home, you ain’t sure you’ll be able to cram it back into the box you took it out of.

“I don’t know how to fight and I can’t use magic,” you say. “If you don’t hit hard and hit first, you give them a chance to hit back and you get your ass handed to you. We cannot afford that.”

But no disgust wrinkles his face. No frown draws his brows together the way most people in this situation would.

“You know, my dear, some people might call that cowardice,” he says.

This time you get to roll your eyes. “Bet you those people die young.”

He barks out a laugh. Doesn’t seem to mean to, but his eyes are wide and sparkling in the dim torchlight. Karlach pauses her rummaging, and then begins again in earnest.

“I like you,” Astarion says. “It’s refreshing to talk to someone with a modicum of sense, for a change.”

Insulting the entire rest of the group. There’s a tactic that should work to do…whatever he’s trying to do here.

“Neat,” you drawl, using that extra second to try to get a fucking read on him.

“Honestly,” he says, and his voice drops. “I’m beginning to like the whole package. And you clearly like me, too, so…?”

You stare. After a moment, you realize he’s waiting for a response and you’re just standing there. You should probably put on a facial expression. You’re doing the blank face thing again and that tends to piss people off (you look like an idiot, you stupid girl, ohh I’m a stoic Indian hey-ya-huh-huh). You should really stop. You should stop right now.

You can’t stop.

“…so?” you finally manage.

“Come now,” Astarion says, expression dripping smarm. “Don’t be coy. Your body’s already given you away.”

What in the fuck is he talking about? What is this? The man flirts literally more than he breathes. He’s fucking with you, somehow, trying to get a reaction. You’re just not sure which one.

But his eyes widen in what really looks like a genuine smile. No malicious smirk, no smug, just…a man smiling at you.

“I could feel it, you know. As I was getting…” He steps towards you and you ain’t sure when he got that close. His gloved fingertips brush down your neck where he bit you, so featherlight, you ain’t even sure he actually touches you. “Getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

He is entirely too close. You can smell iron on his breath. That strange, almost electric charge that hugs his skin crackles against yours.

“Um,” you say.

He was this close when he bit you. His soft lips on your neck. His fucking tongue. And the noises he made slurping on your wrist. You ain’t never heard those kinds of noises outta someone before.

It’s his spit. It’s that memory effected by his goddamn vampire spit. Of course you had a physical reaction. That was normal.

But you barely know the man and having a chemically induced reaction like that don’t mean you want what you think he’s alluding to.

“I…I was trying to help, is all,” you say.

Thank fuck he steps back. Only to throw out his arms to show himself off. “And look how well it’s worked. I’ve never felt better, all thanks to you. So let me repay you for your noble sacrifice.”

Is it just you, or does his voice take on Wyll’s cadence over that last bit? (Yes, much better. Analyze that and not the situation unfolding here. So much better.)

But then he leans in again, lids all heavy.

“We could take an evening to ourselves,” he says, voice low and…and melty. “Get away from camp—get some privacy. I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere…intimate. Somewhere we can indulge in each other.”

He waits. You stare. Cause it sounds like he’s suggesting…?

He sighs. “And I do mean sex, to be clear.”

…no. No. He’s not. He can’t be. It ain’t the first time somebody joked like that with you (against you, using you as a prop to make their buddies laugh). But he don’t got no audience to play to. And he ain’t never took the joking this far. The others wouldn’t find that funny, would they? You want to look over to Karlach—suspiciously loud in her searching—but don’t think you can break his eye contact.

“You really don’t owe me for that,” you say. “I’d do it for anybody.”

He lets out that soft, high giggle. “But you didn’t do it for just anyone, darling. You did it for me. And that’s hardly the only reason. It’s more of an excuse, if anything. Assuming…you want that too, of course?”

Your chance to get the fuck out of this. But then he tilts his head down and what you suspect might be actual lust (might have been this whole time, oh god, you didn’t see, you never see until it’s too late, until it’s printed on a big, plastic sign some high school kid twirls over his head outside a roadside sandwich shop).

“But we both know you do,” he purrs.

Oh god. Oh sweet jesus.

You been friendly. You shoulda known better. People—men especially—always take it wrong. Why do they always take it wrong. Why is he targeting you for—

Oh.

Yes. That makes sense, don’t it.

A pile of lovers. That’s what he’d told Shadowheart he had. Man likes sex. Nothing wrong with that, but now he’s stuck out here with all y’all and who is the easiest target? Who has no backup? It’s the same reason he picked you to bite in the first place. You look as you do, so he probably pegged you from day one as the most desperate. The easiest prey. He wants a quick, no-strings lay, and who better than the fat girl with no connections to anybody?

You can say no. Logically, you know this. You don’t think he’s the type to hurt you for refusing (none of them ever seem like they would in all those crime stories, do they?). And Karlach stands right there. You’ve refused people before (it’s all you ever done).

But that was back home. You had a stable job and a couple of hundred bucks in a savings account and your own, one-bedroom apartment. You could stand on your own, two feet back then. Back there. If anybody tried to give you shit, you could call dad’s side or Sasha (who carried a baseball bat in the trunk of her car).

Here?

You’ll die without Gale’s blood potion—and it needs all of them to make. You can’t even ask for help without the dirt potion. You got a brainworm, and your best chance of not turning into a space monster is a band of people you keep leading into danger while you sit your fat ass in the background and take not a single fucking scratch.

What happens when you make a bad call? What happens when they get sick of covering for you? Coddling you? You are wholly dependent on their good will for food and a…and a fucking allowance.

You been trying not to think of that for a week. Of just how defenseless you are. How you worked so hard, and yet you are right back where you started, poor and helpless and vulnerable and staring down the barrel of fucking someone you don’t know.

Except you ain’t some twenty-year-old kid this time. Now you know what’s happening to you. Your body is on the market, and there’s no Sasha to swoop in with her pickup truck and whisk you away into the night.

“You’re…you’re not joking?” you rasp, throat drier than a salt flat.

Astarion blinks. “Darling, I would never about this.”

He wants to fuck you. Whatever reasoning (easiest prey, the lamed deer) he actually wants to fuck you.

You can’t feel your hands.

You’re not…possessive of your “virginity.” It ain’t some commodity (Mother). You know, intellectually, it’s an activity just like any other: riding in a hot air balloon, scuba diving, eating one of them lollipops with a bug inside (crickets actually don’t taste too bad, once you get over the leg barbs dragging on your tongue). You ain’t opposed to trying sex sometime.

It’s just…you barely know this man. You barely know any of them.

God, you’re being fucking precious. It’s just sex. People have sex all the time. They been having sex they weren’t enthusiastic about for thousands and thousands of years and they all survived just fine. This ain’t no different. And you can use this, right? Forge a…a…

(Relationship, and your stomach clenches.)

An alliance with him. That’s just good interpersonal insurance, right? He’s damn good with those knives. He’s even pretty—not that that part really matters to you; it’s the same category as “his shirt is white” and “his hair is white” and “his face is symmetrical and he’s got fangs.” Just an observation.

He watches you. Waiting. He expects an answer. He expects a yes. Possibly a gushing “oh me oh my, lowering yourself to offer me??”

It probably won’t be bad? Somebody with a pile of lovers in the city has to know what he’s doing? Orgasms feel great and other people really like sex. It’s just an activity. You were probably gonna do it at some point, anyway. This is just sooner than you anticipated. It probably won’t even last all that long, right?

It’s the smart move.

“I, um, yeah,” you say and now you can’t feel your face.

“Wonderful,” Astarion says, lighting up. “Once we have a chance, I promise you a night of passion you’ll never forget.”

You certainly won’t be forgetting your first time, you’re sure.

You can’t throw up on then man’s shoes. That would be the height of rudeness. God, you’re such a mess. Your body is wigging out for no reason. It’s not that big of a deal; there’s no reason you should be this light-headed.

“Oi! You two!” Karlach pops her head out of an aisle. “Think I found a secret door!”

Oh thank fuck. You want to hug Karlach. Swoon into her arms. Except she’s still on fire and you just told Astarion you’d have sex with him.

Astarion lifts his eyebrows and makes an intrigued noise. He starts past you, but pauses and leans in to whisper, “See you later, lover.”

Your heart lurches. It’s not a good feeling. The pit in your stomach only grows when Karlach—behind Astarion’s back—catches your eye and gives you a grin and two thumbs up.

She knows. Oh sweet christ.

You smile back and hope it doesn’t look as weak as it feels.

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Notes:

Next chapter will contain trigger warnings. Saturday's update: Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #astarion fic #bg3 fic #astarion x tav #tavstarion #purity culture trauma #demisexual trauma #demisezual tav #plus size tav #the sadness arc #angst with a happy ending

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counselor-the-mentat · 6 months

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The right way to care (1).

Summary: a little brother takes care of a depressed big sibling.

Word count: ~600.

Lazy Saturday. No will to get out of the bed. Maybe the head was filled with some plans a long ago but not right now. Everything except staring at the ceiling seems exhausting. Being alive by now seems a miracle. But is it actually? Doesn't matter, airheads can't think.

"Hey, sib. Ya 'kay?" the little brother asks, leaning on the doorframe. He's pretty long for his 16 and it's hard to say that he's younger one. He received no response but didn't left. Instead, he sighed heavily and got closer to the bed. Mattress bend under his weight, his arms wrapped around tired body. His hot steady breath tickled the nape of the neck. "Hey, wanna eat? I can fry ya some potatoes. With nice sauce," his long thin fingers brushed against sibling's cheek. "No? Don't be picky. Ya needa eat or ya will turn into a.. hmmm.. a raisin. A little, shrinked raisin, ya hear me?"

No response, tho.

He sighs once more. "I wish ya felt better now, I swear... I wanna my sib back. My dear elder sib who enjoys my barely edible cooking. By the way, I got better at it, so.. maybe ya will give some potatoes a try?.." No response again. It's like talking to a dead. "M'kay, big grumpy. But keep in mind that I won't let you to starve to the death, hear me? I'll force-feed ya if I have to."

He snuggles closer, brushing his nose against sibling's cheek. "When ya used a bathroom last time? Ya know ya needa go pee-pee time to time, right?" His words are met with a sour groan. He understood everything by this simple reaction. "Woah, woah, yeah, c'mon. Ya needa this for sure."

Unhappy groans and whines never saved anyone from being dragged by limbs down the bed. "C'mon, cooperate!" he says, grunting. Once he finally managed to drag the dead-inside body to the bathroom another problem raised — when you pee your bottoms should be down. And the only person that wanted sibling's shorts and underwear down is their little brother who's hands were tagging those down already. "Ouch! Don't slap, I'm helping! I'm helping, ya airhead! C'mon, just your underwear down, I'm not even looking. Do you see me looking? Me neither."

It takes some time to relax in such tense position. But eventually the peeing is done and underwear is on again. "So, was it worth struggling? Huh?" the brother sounds stern but softens just in a moment. "M'kay, let's go back to yer cave, sib."

It's much more lovely in "a cave" than anywhere else. In the soft bed. But nausea from endless laying starts to go up to the throat.. But it's secondary.

"If you stay the same undead by the evening I'll be forced to give you a bath," the brother reminds casually. Well.. maybe there is some problems with lack of movements. Just slightly. Maybe it worth to get up once and wash without any help. The brother was persistent last time, no way something may change his mind.

"Ya make me feel lazy.. I don't wanna leave ya, I gotta make sure ya okay." His hand makes slow circles on sibling's tummy. It's almost magical how everything about him screams that he's the elder one here. Just somehow. "Ya won't kick me out, right? Yeah, of course. Ya have no energy for that. That's why ya trapped with me, sib," he chuckles softly. "Wanna share some sweet dreams?.. Yeah, let's just.. get more comfy here."

He softly takes the tired body in his arms, his embrace is like a safe pillow fort. Nothing can get through this. "Sleep well, sib. You need some good rest," he whispered gently.

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere brother #little brother #yandere f/o #fauxcest #shipcest #soft yandere #depression mention #counselor writes

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liliana-meadowpink · 6 months

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Stinkbugs and Silk: a short palia fic!

It had been a long day. Lillie unlatched the gate to the mountain’s housing area and wandered through the trees to her campsite. She was greeted by Kenyatta as she stood up from the coffee table she had been sitting on.

“Oh, good, you’re finally home.”

“Yes, sorry to keep you waiting.” Lillie responded, walking to her stove and pouring two mugs of tea.

“Did you talk with Jel about my dress yet?” Kenyatta sat down on the coffee table again, accepting the tea. “You better have.”

(More fic under the cut!)

Lillie hesitated. “Yes, but…” How should she explain it? It was so uncomfortable having to go between her friends in this manner. She got the feeling this used to happen a lot with her human friends and it didn’t end well.

“But what?” Kenyatta prompted, setting the empty mug aside. “I don’t like how this is sounding.”

“Look, is there ANYTHING I can do to convince you to wear the dress? Anything at all? Jel worked hard on it and I don’t know if we even have time to make something different.”

“Not a thing. I’ll buy something off the rack.”

“Ken-ya-tta!” Lillie gasped, putting emphasis on each syllable for comedy. “You wouldn’t! You can’t anyway since your fashion tastes aren’t mass produced!”

“I MIGHT consider it… if you can guess what I want you to do.” Kenyatta smirked.

Lillie sighed. “You just said there’s nothing, so I’m gonna talk with your mom about the dress, and…”

“As if she would even listen?”

“Good point. Still, something has to be done. Sure, Jel caved into the pressure of other people’s expectations, but he still got your colors right and it’s supposedly comfortable to wear. Can you at least not be insulted by his efforts? Please?”

“Why are you defending Jel so much?” Kenyatta studied’s Lillie’s face as it shifted hues from its regular soft beige appearance to a color between that of the a scintillating centipede and a briar daisy.

“I… well, I, um… I… Don’t… exactly know.”

“Right. Well, look. Mom’s got a meeting with my aunt, the duchess, coming up. Go hide a stink bug in her desk.”

“Then you’ll wear Jel’s dress?”

“MAYBE.”

“Good. Thank you. I can definitely put a stink bug in there.”

“Great.”

“Are you already leaving?” Lillie followed Kenyatta through the trees, rummaging through her bag.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well… At least take this antler? I have no idea what to even do with these things.”

“Thanks. See you later.”

“Yes, we will!” Lillie closed the gate and looked down at Aqua and Luna. “That went better than expected.”

The two palcats squeaked in agreement and scampered back to the house.

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“So… I, uh, I did it.”

“Now we just have to sit and wait.” Kenyatta smiled, watching the awkward way Lillie pretended she wasn’t rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Happy to help.”

“I'm glad. You know if this works out, I can think of some other tasks I might want to give you in the future.” She blinked when Lillie stopped fidgeting. “Usually Nai'o does this kind of stuff for me, but lately he's been busy with his family or whatever.”

“Oh, yeah, the fair’s coming up. They’re preparing for EVERYTHING. The jam, the animals, the music…”

“Are you going to help them out?”

“Not sure. I don’t wanna travel very far without my cats.” Lillie said, picking up Aqua and burying her face in his fur.

“Couldn’t you ask someone to take care of them for you?”

“Not really. It’s fine, though. I know one palcat is a handful, let alone four.” She put Aqua down and he rubbed his face against Kenyatta’s boots. “Gosh, I don’t even want to imagine the destruction they’d cause if they stayed with Jel for example! All the pretty fabric, ruined either by claw marks or endless piles of fur.”

“What about the cook?”

“Reth? Oh, he’d be good at it, but they would probably mess with the soup. Besides… Everyone else is too busy.”

Kenyatta thought for a moment. “How about the fishing galdur, uh… Einar, right?”

“What about him?”

“You seem pretty close. Always going to his cave. At midnight.”

“Whoa, whoa, hey. You spy on me?”

“Of course!” Kenyatta smirked.

“Well I don’t ALWAYS go to the cave. Usually I just catch him on the way there and we really only say a few phrases in passing. It’s small talk and nothing more.”

“You’re defensive again.”

“And you’ve been reading too many books.”

Lillie and Kenyatta stared at each other with increasing levels of frown before they both cracked up laughing.

“Okay, tell me honestly! Do you really think that Einar would be interested in ME?!” Lillie gasped. “He’s a three thousand year old galdur with TWO onenesses, and I’m a human who’s vaguely in my late twenties. I have nothing to do all day but run around helping people.”

“Do you like fishing?”

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, I think he would like you.”

“What, romantically?”

“You’re asking about this just to get me off the topic of you potentially having a crush on Jel.”

Lillie’s face went bright pink once more. “What? No way. He’s so obsessed with the night. I need sunshine to survive.”

“You’d make a great pair. Night and light.”

“We would be a very sleepy pair.”

“Good thing you’re learning how to make comfortable beds. If you keep going at it, you might be able to make a bed that’s good enough for…” Kenyatta trailed off when she realized how uncomfortable Lillie looked.

“I think we’re done with this conversation for now. See you later?”

“Yeah. Bye.” Kenyatta waved briefly as Lillie zoomed away.

#palia #palia oc #palia kenyatta #palia jel #palia einar #palia mmo #palia fanfic #palia beta

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ari-rina · 1 year

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TOTK Diary

So I dediced to put down my experience of playing tears of the kingdom, including my thoughts and theories and just...random funny things hat happened and I want to write down for the heck of it. This first post was my first day playing and contains spoilers up to reaching the first stable after leaving the forgotten sky island!

So first things first, before you actually wake up on the island there is a small passage you get to spend with zelda nerding out and all that time I‘m just there and like: Zelda? Zelda? Zelda, sweety, where is MY shiekah slate? It’s meant to be the heroes tool. You have your PurahPad now, where is my shiekah slate then? See those murals you’re geeking out about? There is coarse rubble in front of the places you can’t see, but if I still had the BOMB MODULE of MY shiekah slate then I could just easily bomb it free and you can analyze those as well!

I understand of course that it is meant to make us start from the very beginning again but dang that was a bit frustrating. Maybe the devs should have made the rubble not look like you can breakt it. Or maybe we’ll be able to come back to that place and destroy the rubble then and see the hidden murals? I hope it’s the latter one!

So apparently the royal line of hyrule was founded by a zelda and a zonai, did I get that right? Why were the zonai called “savage” then? All very mysterious, I’m eager to find out!

Why did the hand suddenly become limp, but was then able to save Link?

Now fun fact about my first death after waking up: I spooked one of the running sky birbs and it charged at me and threw me off the island.

So Rauru was seen as corporeal when in the trailer talking to Zelda, when you meet him as Link in the game he’s a ghost. My current theory is that Zelda is truly in the past right now because of that.

The abilities...I mean who am I kidding? You will be able to do sooo much bullshit with it, I already can’t wait. And now all the stuff you get to collect on your journey will actually have a bit of more usability. Cuz let’s be real, you only used the durian or hearty ingredients for cooking for the heal, and then the ability-inducing ones. That’s it. Now you can boost your weapons with it, as well. I do have to get used to them, though. It gives you so much freedom that I feel overwhelmed at it sometimes and it takes some time to learn what I need and what I can and can’t do.

I had a BOULDER fused to my shield and was able to break stuff with it by “blocking” by the way. Very useful, would do it again!

It makes me sad that the Zonai are apparently all dead now? At least when you talk to Rauru on the island whenever you find him in different places strongly suggest that there are no Zonai left at all :(

I’m not sure if I like the “I need to get to my friend” quests from the koroks, tbh. On the one hand, it’s a cute way to get 2 korok seeds that feels more rewarding story-wise. On the other hand you got to spend a lot of time to actually DO it that I’m like “Oh no...how many of those are there?” On the forgotten sky island, I found 2 of those, so it doesn’t bode well for the game tbh lol. Also also, actually actaully: I think the Dandelion Korok is my new arch nemesis. I already found two and I just hate them.

I am SO grateful that the cave entrances are actually marked on the map you have NO idea. Botw actually made me feel like I have an okay sense of direction. With all these sky islands and caves in totk....I feel like I will loose my way a LOT. I wish you can upgrade your map to go from one “height” to a different one, so that you can actually see each “level” as it is instead of the whole thing. That would help a lot.

Some of the energy carge stuff still confuses me a bit cuz I have yet to need to use/do it? So I used energy cores to get some capsules. I don’t think I will regret it.

I MISS THE PARAGLIDER WHEN WILL IT BE BACK?

I saw that you can fuse things with the master sword!??!?!!? Like, the game tells you that it’s too damaged at the moment to do so but apparently, it’s at least a possibility?!?!?!?

So again you have to have 4 shrines to get a blessing by praying, so I’m currently wondering if there are 120 shrines again? More? Less?

I am by the way absolutely in awe of how they justified Link starting from scratch again with the malice seeping into his arm and weakening him to the minimum, and whenever you finish a shrine and get a blessing a bit of it seeps out of Link again so Link also gets to be stronger again. It so simple but ingenious, I love it!

When I got down to Hyrule, I was hellbent on goint to the quest marker in the hopes of getting the paraglider asap...but then I saw a tower-like structrue and some shrines and also a stable nearby so i went the other direction lmao.

I met someone who worships Hudson and helped him out, saved someone stuck in a WELL and also got a cave pointed out at me from someone else....and when I tried entering the cave there was a BUNCH of monsters that I didn’t know that immediatley saw me so I turned around and was like “nope, gotta go” and went to the stable instead.

Of course, the very FIRST night down from the island and in Hyrule again, you know what had to happen, do you? BLOOD MOON! I play with the japanese audio, so keep that in mind when I say i really love her poem/rhyme for it, it so haunting imo.

And that’s it for my first day playing totk!

#zelda tears of the kingdom #zelda totk #totk spoilers #it will contain more spoilers the more I play

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eerythingisshaka · 1 year

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A Night in Wakanda

A/N: Just Shuri giving Namor a tour of Wakanda. A smidge explicit, very light. My first writing in almost 2 years so let me get me feet wet with this and I’ll definitely work on more.

Word Count: 1.7k

Peering at the mural, Namor idolizes the image before him. The characterized version of himself, tussling with the menacing and all powerful Black Panther. His years are beyond all who are of Earth but for the first time he finds himself truly impressed with the princess who fought valiantly against him.

He touches his cheek, fingers grazing over the now fully healed skin that Shuri embedded her claws into. Just once, Namor hoped that scar would linger a bit longer.

His people clamored about to discuss everything from protection of their vibranium mines to future plans with Wakanda to a possible parade for the safe return of K’uk’ulkan and he had had enough.

“Leave me to think,” Namor directs, barely raising his voice. This is enough to scatter the room peacefully in under a second. It is hard for him to concentrate and there is an ache deep within him that causes further frustration. Sleep won’t do, food isn’t the cure, and alcohol is a waste of time for him.

Suddenly he hears a low hum. His ears twitch in time with the vibrations in the water and he knows exactly where it is coming from. Namor catapults his way through the waves, feeling his heart race from the opportunity he is being met with.

Bursting out, he shakes the water out of his eyes and sees exactly what he needs to see.

Shuri stands across from him on the shore, arms crossed and foot tapping softly against the earth. “You’re late.”

Namor takes a beat before responding. “You didn’t blow hard enough. I could barely hear.”

“That sounds like a problem for the maker of your conch, not me. I blew it as I always have, or maybe your satellites need unclogging.” Shuri pulls nonchalantly at her ear lobe.

Namor’s mouth twitches before clearing his throat to speak. “Do you have a reason for summoning me, besides disrespecting someone who has lived countless lives before you?”

Shuri tosses her hands in the air. “You’re making it too easy for me! Don’t think I didn’t notice a smirk, you find me hilarious.”

“Do you remember our agreement?” Namor says with almost a purr in his voice.

“Yes. I am not a goldfish as you should be well aware,just come over here,” Shuri quips, kicking at the edge of the body of water he is floating above.

Namor scoffs at her. “Do you usually welcome royalty like this?” His winged ankles bat softly as he glides just above the water, resembling the Messiah. Shuri clenches her jaw, not breaking eye contact as he lands in front of her. His exquisite collar catches the sun’s light gloriously, only to rival his deep dark gaze locked on hers.

“I didn’t take you as the sensitive type, but I guess I’ll consider your feelings. Especially when you dress like the children’s story about the emperor and his new wardrobe. However, I will give the tour of Wakanda as we agreed. Follow me.”

Beyond the plains stood the grand, expansive world that is Wakanda. Despite the amount of area it controls, the true quantity of its richness is only felt once seen in person. Shuri and Namor stroll through downtown Wakanda with Dora Milaje in tow.

“I must say for a land dwelling, this is quite beautiful,” Namor says in genuine amazement. Shuri looks to him and feels her pride grow in her chest.

“A God amazed? Wow I am good!” Shuri smiles as Namor shakes his head slightly.

“Humble as you are, I must agree. There are some benefits to land still. That bullet train system seems cozier than the water current system we have in Talokan.”

“Yes, and,” Shuri inhales the air, wafting dramatically with her hands, “You can’t beat the smell of the cooking. As much as I enjoyed the refreshments in that cave, you cannot beat a Wakandan meal. Are you ready to join me for that? I believe with our walk we should arrive just in time for what has been prepared.”

Namor puts a hand to his chest, “I am honored to share your table, princess.”

Once Namor and Shuri arrive at the dining hall, Shuri thanks the Dora Milaje for their services as they close the door on their way out. A table with fresh fruits, whole roasted fishes, steamed vegetables and breads with varieties of spread and more than a few bottles of wine.

“Wow, is this another practical joke on me and my appetite, princess?” Namor says lightly as he encounters the dinner table.

Shuri watches him approach the spread with her hands clasped tightly behind her. “I’m sure with your physique you won't indulge too much but I wanted to make things comfortable for you. As my guest.”

Namor looks back at Shuri, extending his hand to the table. “Then, please. I cannot start without my host.”

Sitting across from each other both share stories of their lives, tragic and joyous. Despite Shuri having significantly less years on Earth than him, Namor was fully curious about her life.

“And so a red machine man with a golden stone in his forehead was the reason the…snap occurred? I really thought I had seen everything.” Namor gives an exasperated sigh as he sips from his glass, incredulous of the details.

Shuri twists up her face, “Wellll, not the whole reason. He was one last step for the purple alien giant and his golden glove.”

“Ah! That’s right. And the green one is…”

Shuri claps her hands, “A good guy! Bruce Banner. He goes by that more than hulk now, even though he looks more like Hulk than Bruce Banner. There are more but I cannot focus on going down that rabbit hole.”

Namor leans back in his chair, fixing his gaze on her. “You have seen many more things than I imagined. Your only question for me was if I ever seen a dinosaur and I’m hearing from you tales of men from outer space.”

Shuri picks at her teeth, feeling much more comfortable with a full stomach. “And you thought the surface world was the problem. I can’t wait for you to know what the galaxy holds. That reminds me!”

Shuri gets up and retrieves an ornate box from across the room and walks it back to him. Namor gets up, meeting her halfway.

“Although, this may be unnecessary as I spared you your life…” Shuri pauses as Namor’s eyes smile down at her, “I wanted to give you something as a courtesy. Your mother’s bracelet helped to bring back the Heart Shaped Herb for my people and restore the mantle of Black Panther. Therefore, I wanted to give you this.”

Laid inside is a set of kimoyo bead earrings, customized with teal and emerald engravings of his mother tongue. Namor takes a breath to respond.

“They look beautiful, princess. I am so grateful to you.”

Shuri takes one and presses it, causing it to emit a light. “These have many purposes; however, the most important feature is for communication. They are upgraded to withstand the pressure of the depths of Talokan and so if your ‘satellites’ malfunction and cannot hear the conch, this will work just as well.”

Namor holds his hand out to take the little bead from Shuri. “And is this a direct line to you?”

Shuri nods. “Of course!”

“Good, I hoped for as much.” Namor’s eyes lock onto Shuri’s in a way that makes her shuffle her stance, but her eyes won’t break the stare. Taking the earring back, she closes the box and sets it down at the table they previously shared. She hears his footsteps behind her approaching.

“Stop.” His steps halt instantly. As she faces him, her heartbeats strongly in her chest. She can tell Namor’s breath is heavier as his chest rises and falls.

“Do you need a glass of water?” Shuri questions, gripping the table behind her to remain steady.

Namor simply shakes his head.

“Good. Wouldn’t want you to dry out.”

“Neither should you, princess,” Namor says in a tempting manner, taking one step closer, then two.

Shuri takes her half full glass of wine and tosses it in his face. Namor barely blinks, wiping the side of his face and licking his fingers clean. “I appreciate the offer, but I would like something more than that.”

Shuri reaches out to grab him under his jaw, slamming him against the wall. Namor’s breath is shallow under her grip as she licks the wine from his lips and in his mouth, Namor moans into her mouth gratefully, gripping her waist to press her against him.

“Your shorts hide very little you know,” Shuri says, letting her hands explore the power of his chest, grasping at every peak and valley of muscle.

“There’s nothing for me to hide when you are here, princess. I want you to know all of me, as I hope you let me in you.”

Namor takes her face in his hands, tongues dancing together as he melts into her. He enjoys her mouth on his and tasting her lips, giving them a bite.

Shuri pushes him back, knocking the wind out of him slightly. “Take them off, K’uk’ulkan.”

Namor’s hands pull desperately at his waistband, bringing them down and carefully off his winged ankles.

Shuri takes in the sight of the nude king before him. “I see why many have kneeled before you all these centuries, good for you.”

Namor chuckles, standing confidently in front of her. “That could be one reason, but I do not want you to kneel. Instead, I wish for you to give me that opportunity.”

Shuri turns her chair out from the table, hiking up her simple black dress as she sits down. Looking Namor in his eyes she spreads her legs to him, biting her lip as her arousal intensifies.

“Do you feel worthy to kneel before me?” Shuri asks.

Namor puts one hand on his hip and the other wipes his mouth, looking like a man in desperate need of a drink. “I won’t say I am worthy, not to you princess. But I am indebted to you and wish to please you.”

Shuri pats her inner thigh. “Come.”

Namor takes a couple steps before getting down on his hands and knees, crawling to her.

“May I touch you, princess?” Namor’s deep dark eyes look up expectantly to Shuri, mere centimeters away from her center.

“You may, but just your tongue,” Shuri commands.

Namor’s head dips as he unfurls his tongue, gliding it along her lips from the bottom to the top making Shuri’s body jolt involuntarily.

“I won’t need water long as I am here, princess.”

#shakafic #namor x shuri

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triplesilverstar · 7 months

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A sandstorm to force a conversation

Rating: PG

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Sandstorms, flirting,

Word count: 2514

A/N: Chapter 6 of Bounty hunting 101: You should be good at this, and the last one in this fic in the series

A grunt leaves your lips as you guide the Toma by their reins into a cave, having been overtaken by the sudden sandstorm you hadn’t expected. Once inside you started unwrapping the cloth from around your face and coughing. Taking a sip of water before violently coughing again and turning to the Toma to give them a drink as well.

“Well that certainly wasn’t fun now was it.” You sigh, checking over your gear glad you had the remains of a scarf wrapped around you to use, glad you hadn’t tossed it in the last town like you’d planned.

It’s been a few short weeks, but you’d told your most recent guide you were done, paying them over for their service and moving on. ‘Back to just random wandering’ you think to yourself before turning to the bird and giving its beak a soothing pet.

“Let’s move a little more into the cave” you whispered to the bird, leading it farther back and keeping an eye out for worms. Taking a turn and freezing, there’s a fire in this cave, releasing the Tomas reins to grab your rifle.

“Listen, there’s a storm out there and I’d rather play nice then make someone have a bad day” voice ringing out in, and rifle poised to appear to look like you’re ready to escalate the fight if you need to. Groaning at who appears, face falling into a frown.

“Well I did say ‘maybe next time will be under better circumstances’ last time we met. Glad to see you made it out alright.” Voice cheerful as he comes out of his hiding spot. “I know you said play nice, was that true?”

Rolling your eyes you sling your rifle and bring the Toma closer letting the bird settle just at the edge of the ring of heat. “Yea. Rather not have a fight inside of a cave, those never end well. So you’re hiding in caves now?” Trying to keep your tone light.

“Well, yea. For the same reason you are, I saw the storm coming.” Sitting at the fire as he has a small pot set near the edge of the fire, cooking something. That makes you snicker, how nice of him to think you might have seen the storm coming.

Digging through your bag you grab a few meal blocks for yourself, before taking the bag from where it’s tied to the tomas saddle and dropping it on the side of the fire opposite Vash. Without realizing it you’ve both set up boundaries that neither one of you wants to break.

As he stirs whatever he has in the small pot you feel his eyes as they keep flicking towards you, a feeling you try to avoid. As the silence drags he doesn’t take his eyes from the small pot. “It’s not much but I made stew.”

Single eyebrow raised, you adjust your bag using it as a backrest “good for you.” He better not be planning to do what you think he’s going to do.

You swear his eyes are practically twinkling with the smile it sends your way “more than I can eat if you’d like some.” Son of a bitch.

Another roll of your eyes “thanks but no thanks.” Holding up the still wrapped meal blocks between your fingers “I’ve got food.” Sure it’s not much, but you find the bars do cover all the nutrients you need even if they are bland and tasteless. Most importantly you can get a lot of them into your bag.

Shaking his head, the messy blond locks bouncing all around “you’d rather meal blocks over real food?” A look of confusion plastered to his face and all you do is glare back at him. A brief shrug of his shoulders giving the pot another quick stir. “I thought you might have jumped at the chance, you did say you wanted to marry me after eating it in that town a few months ago.”

You’d been drinking water, and his nonchalant delivery has you sputtering water having gone down the wrong way at the sound of his words. Fist beating against your chest as you turn your attention to him “why would you bring that up?” Feeling the briefest hint of heat growing across your cheeks.

In comparison to you Vash has a grin unlike one you’ve seen on that blond idiot's face. A cross between shit eating and joyful. “Seemed like a good time, and I wanted to get that glare off your face.”

Looking down into the fire, while you try to keep your face neutral you fail in keeping the aggravation from your voice. “I wasn’t glaring.” You both know that’s a flat faced lie and he calls you out on it.

“No you were.” Another stir of the pot, his smile returning to more of a sad one, eyes downturning. A sigh, and he’s rubbing the back of his head. “Look. I know we haven’t been on the best terms, but we’re stuck in here for a few hours.” Voice trailing off, almost like he’s afraid to ask the question, head dropping to stare into something you can’t see within the depth of the fire.

Adjusting your body again so you can lean your elbows against your knees staring at him from across the fire. “So what are you asking for?” If he doesn’t want to voice it you’ll push, you’re already tired from the sandstorm and you can feel it starting to settle into your bones.

The silence reigns for a while, broken only by the sound of the bubbling pot before his head is lifted from staring into the burning coals. Fixing you with his gaze that once again all you can see is your own reflection staring back in those mirrored lenses. “A truce for now?”

That’s all he wants? You pretty said that as you came into the cave? And it dawns on you, he thinks you’ll still try to nab him, just like how you suspect him of trying to knock you out again. A roll of your shoulders, a long exhale and running a hand through the wind swept tangled mess that is your own hair. “I guess I can agree to that.”

A soft admission but his face seems to change right away, almost lighting up and you can see the smile in those blue eyes as he nods. Such a strange man and an enigma to you “then, want that serving of stew?”

It makes you laugh, and you nod “Yea, I guess, save my meal blocks if you’re willing to share.” Watching as he digs through his own bag, pulling out two bowls and spoons and removing the pot from where it was sitting so he can drop a portion into each bowl.

Gingerly handing you one of them “thanks” It’s a soft whisper as you accept the bowl, it’s thick and smells divine. You don’t even have a spoon and your stomach betrays you, a loud gurgling noise resounding around the cave.

“Guess you should dig in” why the hell does that have you blushing? Finally taking the spoon to the bowl you have to bite back a moan. Even outside of a kitchen his cooking makes your mouth water, where the hell did this guy learn to cook? The two of you eat in silence, pouring water from your canteen into the empty bowl and drinking it like a thinner soup once most of the stew was gone.

Leaning back against your bag you sigh feeling content as the food settles in your stomach, watching him from across the fire. Curious about something but you aren’t going to bring it up. “So, no second marriage proposal?”

Snorting once more, shaking your head at his teasing “you turned me down the first time so why would I ask again? I know how to take no for an answer.” Teasing right back as you drink from your canteen once more.

“Really now? A bounty hunter that respects people? You really are in a class of your own.”

You find yourself grinning, watching his eyes shining with mirth across from you, opening your mouth. “Oh yea? Says the wanted criminal that saves little girls in gun fights, helps struggling families for free, oh and knocks out bounty hunter that are after him? I don’t think you should be saying anything Stampede.”

That has him laughing, rubbing the back of his head “You got me there, Ghost.”

“Yea no.” Your answer is short and clipped “don’t call me that.”

“Well not like I know your name. You never introduced yourself so what am I supposed to call you? Annoying lady trying to catch me for my bounty?” He’s the one leaning forward on his legs now, coat spread out around him and you realize just how much the oversized garment hides of his physique. “My name is a closely guarded secret, but hey you wanna use that mouthful it’s up to you.” Shrugging at him, even if he does it’s not like you’re ever going to answer to something like that. Then again. You don’t know why you keep letting people call you the Ghost Sniper when you hate it so much.

“Alright, Snipes then.” He’s grinning now, and that stupid twinkle is back in his eyes, and you refuse to admit how it seems to add to his charm.

“Snipes?”

“Well, you use a sniper rifle most of the time. Makes sense since you don’t wanna tell me your name.” A shrug of his shoulders as he leans back once more, back restings against the wall of the cave.

“I don’t know, a nickname makes it seems like we’re friends.” You find yourself whispering low, just loud enough that both of you can hear it.

“I’d like to think we are.” Snorting once more, the questions been burning at the back of your mind and now is the best time to ask it.

“Why’d you save me?”

A more than loaded question, and you have a lot more but it’s been eating at you since the incident happened. As far as you can tell, out of all the bounty hunters you’ve met most give up after one run in with Vash the Stampede. Hanging there over that cliff edge after the explosion in the building had been his best chance to get rid of you.

The smile on his face drops away and his eyes grow somber. “My body moves on it’s own, I can’t stand by while people are in a tough spot.” An answer you hadn’t been expecting, because it hits too close to home. Making a small fist and digging your nails into the meat of your hand.

“Is that why you have a bounty? Saving people and getting yourself into trouble for being in the wrong place at the wrong time?” Last time you asked he just told you he deserved it, and now you want to know if he’ll shed more light on the subject.

“Partially. It just seems like everywhere I go, chaos seems to follow.” That has you raising an eyebrow watching as his expression seems so forlorn.

“I call bullshit on that one.” Rolling your eyes at his statement, no one has luck that bad and it’s not how the universe works.

“What?” The confusion on his face is almost palpable, the one word echoing around the room.

“You just said you can’t stand by when people are in a tough spot. Sounds more like you run head long into trouble when most people run away from it.” Shrugging as you give him a hard stare. How has he survived for this long even with a bounty if that’s his general attitude towards himself.

“Funny. Isn’t that what you did when you heard about the hostages?” You have to smirk at that while his face is still drawn. It’s a nice attempt at deflection once more, trying to pull your own antics into the situation.

“Yea. But we’re not talking about me right now and I don’t have a bounty.” Almost singing the words at him in a mocking tone, this time you aren’t going to let him get away from the subject at hand. Starting to think you might tell him what you already know regarding your more recent decisions and the reason you don’t have a guide anymore.

“You do know they call me the Humanoid Typhoon because of all that chaos don’t you?” And you do, from the rumor mill since you’ve never seen it in action but a lot of towns blame him for their misfortunes. A lot of them claim he steals plants, leaving towns decimated but you saw the exact opposite with your own eyes back in Jeneora Rock.

“I do. I will say, after all this time, I’ve made up my own mind. Every storm has an eye and I don’t think you’re the only one in the middle of yours.” Biting your lip, you’ve come to a final decision. “Listen. After what I've seen, I might have questions but.” You pause hoping he’ll get the point you’re being rather serious with him. “I am done trying to catch you. I think there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“Do you expect me to believe that?” Instead of answering you find yourself standing and walking towards him hand outstretched.

“Well, you’ve learned I seem to stand by my word. So yea, shake on it, I’m done trying to catch the infamous Humanoid Typhoon, Vash the Stampede.” A real smile on your face for once, voice sincere you really are done trying to catch him

This time Vash is the one laughing, standing and grabbing your hand in his giving it a firm shake. “So, does this mean we are friends?”

“Don’t push it. More like casual acquaintances.” Grinning in response to his words.

“Well then, casual acquaintance. Where are you headed after the storm passes?” Both of you returning to the opposite sides of the fire and sitting once more, the Toma beside you, trilling that it wants some attention as you pet it’s feathers.

“Wherever the wind takes me I guess.” Shrugging, because you have just gone back to wandering.

“Well, what if we travel together?” His voice sounds almost hopeful “two travelers tend to get less looks when they roll into town.”

His argument makes sense but you aren’t biting at that trap “travel together? With you? Yea I don’t think so.” His face falls at that and you have to mentally tell yourself not to give in to his puppy dog look.

A few hours later, the sound of the sandstorm is gone as you both depart from the cave taking a seat on your Toma and leaving at a slow trot. Vash right behind “I said we aren’t traveling together.”

“And I’m just going in the same direction” a wide grin painted on his face. The first shift in your relationship with Vash the Stampede begins. No longer enemies but not quite friends.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede #twink writes #enimes to lovers #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons

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a-tale-of-legends · 4 months

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( Legendverse) Red and Green(protag) stuff

Red

Compared to Blue and Green as kids, he was much more ( genuinely) polite and responsible ( as responsible as a child can be anyway).

This doesn't mean he doesn't get himself into mischief. Either bc Blue or Green dragged him into a mess or he specifically thought something was a challenge that he was going to beat, he tends to get into more trouble than it's worth. It's fine though bc he's very polite :)

LIVES for the outdoors. Protag Trait of literally disappearing on people, only to be found in some forest camping( he has gotten better at letting people know of this tho). Really good at foraging and stuff.

I wasn't totally sure of the Professor! Red before, but seeing so many of it, I think it's neat :) He already likes pokemon and does want to understand them more. He could get his PhD like Blue ( who. Honestly doesn't really use it much-) but. That means going to school. Red loves to learn, but he is very weary of the school system. Maybe one day though. Battling is still his biggest passion, of course, I just think it would be something cool for him to do on the side.

Going with the above, I think he would really like what Beryl has done with the johto safari zone. Turning it into a rehabilitation area for pokemon essentially. I think he would help around the place pre- battle tower.

Tying into his love of learning- when blue and green leave for Kalos I just imagine Red being. So board. And lonely. He's no longer fearing the public as much as he used too, and constantly training doesn't have the exact same appeal as it did before ( bc he's no longer alone on top of a mountain). So he honestly just tries learning shit. He is the King of useless facts now. Cooking, knitting, crafting, you name it. Yes, Green has tried to make a profit from this. No, Red hasn't sold anything.

Like. Okay Red isn't like a master of these things, I should add. The most he's extremely good at is camping, battling, and cooking. Everything else is just decent.

He doesn't know how to feel about being Chosen. Especially so late into the game. Apparently, mew was supposed to Choose him when he started his journey....but forgot. It wasn't until SM until Mew did Choose him and by that point it felt. Pointless??? He suppose he's grateful, since he thinks being Chosen at such a young age would have been. Very bad for his mental state ( which makes him feel bad for a lot of the other Chosens after him), but like. It just continues to put him in some sort of pedestal that he doesn't want. He could ask mew to just. Unchoose him but....he doesn't know. Mew is nice though. A gremlin that doesn't give clear instructions yes, but still nice.

Green

Was always kinda blunt, even as a kid. Surprising bc she's also a skilled liar. No one knows how or when she got into scamming people ( who deserved it) or how she got so interested in money, but she is and we all have to deal with it.

Being younger and, well, a girl, Blue used to try and not have her come along with him and Red on their adventures ( Red didn't mind Green coming along, in fact he liked her company). Green would kick Blue's kneecaps for that. She would get scolded for it, but so would Blue for excluding Green out, so it's a win. She comes up with way more fun games than Blue anyway.

Is in the middle of the road in terms of talkativeness. Blue is definitely the one who does the talking most times, but Green isn't shy from it herself. In fact she's pretty talkative too, just not as much as Blue. Still, she can be also pretty quiet like Red. I think these two have a cute friendship, but I gotta work out the details. Tbf, they are protags lol. Protags gotta stick together.

Like Red, has the Protag Trait of just disappearing and doing her own shit. Unlike Red, is probably worse at telling people about it. Where's Green? Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy.

I've ultimately decided that Green is a cave fanatic. She just loves cave spelunking that much. She's not even looking for shit to sell, she just likes caves.

She was the only one that actually completed her pokedex....okay no. I'm sure Red and Blue did eventually, but Green was the first, as always. Red was under pressure from being champion to do anything and Blue was in his feelings, so leave it to Green to buckle down and get the damn pokedex done ( also to alleviate the loneliness of her two friends drifting apart and kinda leaving her behind even more)

Honestly it is just traveling now. Going into caves, battling strong trainers if she wants to, scheming all the way. I like the idea of her becoming world champion but I don't know if that's possible in my au yet. We'll see.

She grew taller out of spite btw. She was the shortest of the trio and she didn't like that, especially bc Blue would tease her for it, so she willed herself to be taller. Not even Mewtwo knows if the Chosen powers were at play here.

Speaking of Mewtwo, yeah she got it. She's the Chosen of it. Mewtwo shouldn't be able to Choose being a man made pokemon, but it did so out of spite and honestly? Good for them.

Sometimes I think Green genuinely forgets she's a Chosen. Like actually. The only thing that actively reminds herself that she is one is that she has powers now and she can live when Mewtwo fucking yeets her into the sky ( this is a fun bonding activity).

During the johto arc, Green was in Johto, staying with Bill's family. Why? I haven't fully fleshed it out, but I think it's a matter of her just not wanting to be at home anymore. That's the baseline of it. She's probably helping Bill with some stuff in return. Green during this time was angsty and angry, so her powers ( or what was unlocked at the time) would tend to flare up when she's pissed. Though, given that she's still very new to bring Chosen, they are unreliable as ever. So. More on her plate, I guess.

Green and cooking is an interesting case. I don't think she's bad. Maybe she's pretty good. But uh. The girl lives off protein shakes and granola bars. If not that: meat( sorry Red). So it's probably less of that "Green can't cook" bc she can, and more of " Green can cook but is choosing not too".

I haven't talked about the whole " Green being forgotten from the narrative despite accomplishing so much" here and that's only bc I want to take a closer look at that on my own time. I still think it's true but I want to like it. Map it out better, if that makes sense.

Green going to Kalos with Blue is for two reasons: Shopping ( Blue and Green are The Shopping Duo) and Caves. Oh and mega evolution so three. Unlike Blue though, she ain't studying shit ( okay she does a little) and spends most of her time doing Arceus' knows what. I think it would be funny if both Green and Blue gained several exes in their time in Kalos but that has yet to be determined.

Green and Blue are actually siblings in my au, so if you're wondering why I'm grouping them together so much, that's why.

Has a lil ditto :3 Is less used for battles and more so for schemes and is in general a friend that's happy to be there :]

#r rambles #legendverse #trainer red #trainer green #trainer leaf #Legendverse! Red #Legendverse! Green

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bokettochild · 2 years

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How do you imagine the various Links (and Ravio?) would handle it if their cat (if they had had one) dragged in a living pray and let it lose indoors :3

It depends, i think Sky would feel bad for the prey maybe and would try and catch and release it (unless it was a serious pest, in which case he would help end the hunt)

Four would absolutely lose his mind and scale the nearest piece of furniture. Not because of whatever the cat dragged in, but rather because of the cat itself. He would not like that at all (Vio, however, loves cats and would be displeased with the rest of Four because he wants to congratulate the cat for being a good baby).

Time would probably think nothing of it. The cat is busy, it will catch the thing again, it did it once so he knows it's possible. Unless the prey is causing problems with what he or Malon needs to do, he will ignore it.

Twilight will thank his baby with many pets and then help to track down the prey again and properly dispose of it. He is well aware of the fact that his cat thinks he is the baby and brings him food because she thinks he can't hunt, so he's willing to let her 'teach' him so that she knows he will be okay

Warriors rolls his eyes and leaves the room. He's used to cats because Artemis has dozens (crazy cat lady princess for the win). He doesn't care for cats really, he's more of a dog person, and he just can't be bothered to deal with the animal (or it's prey)

Hyrule is too used to animals in his cave to be upset at all. He also knows his cat is trying to feed him, so if the animal it drags in is edible he will definitely help catch and cook it (as best as he can cook anything). He shares with the cat if needed, because it helped, so it should eat too!

Wild would help catch the animal and thank his cat. He would probably also eat whatever it is, because he's wild and he does that sort of thing. I don't think there's anything Wild wouldn't eat, and his cat would know this. his cat could feed him bugs and he wouldn't question it.

Wind would probably be frustrated with the cat. he lives on a ship half the time, and if there's something to be caught it's probably mice, so why on earth did you let it go again? that needs to be killed so it won't damage the ship or anything in the cargo hold!

As for Legend, well, he's got a bit of a soft spot for prey animals and probably makes a hurried rush to find it before the cat does and make sure it's okay. Ravio does not understand this and finds it a bit irritating, but he keeps that to himself. He respects Mr. Hero's feelings about little animals, of course, but he does not share the sympathy, and will encourage the cat to find its prey already, please. He thinks it's annoying when the little beasties get into his stuff, so he's glad when they're gone.

thank you for the question! This one was a lot of fun!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu wind #lu legend #lu ravio #asks and answers

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mybackup-account · 2 years

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Stancy Week 2022 (Day 1 • Hair)

(Rating: N/R)

Nancy woke up startled, hearing her husband's rustling and groaning in the bathroom. Something was off, yes he spent longer in the bathroom than her because yes he was born with a pretty face and a head of hair that needed to be perfected in order to match he previously argued claiming her features complemented her perfectly but saying that if he were to go out with the raggedy disarray of hair he usually woke up with he'd look a hipster with overgrown hair which while still looking as handsome as ever it wasn't the look he was looking for.

Pulling herself up from the sanctuary of their bed she carefully knocked on the door "Steve! Is everything alright?"

A brief silence filled the air before a response was heard. "Uh yeah, maybe. I don't know"

"Are you sick? Let me in. I swear I thought I cooked the chicken fully through" twisting the door handle determined to get into the ensuite, worried she gave him food poisoning or worse. That's the reason she never cooked, she couldn't.

Startled, she almost fell on the tiled floor from the door caving in.

"Woah, sorry." Steve chuckled, catching her. "It's just first, your chicken did look a bit pink but tasted lovely and I feel fine so it's nothing like that."

"Then what's the matter? You couldn't have woken me for pattering around for no reason, don't tell me there's another spider in the tub. "

He sat on the closed toilet seat and mumbled something unintelligible, hand on his head. "What was that?" Nancy inquired "I was doing my usual morning routine, you know? I was halfway through shaving looking in the mirror and that's when it caught my eye. But I got closer I wound up finding loads of them." he sighed.

"And.. What's with the suspense? Are you going to tell me what you found?" Nancy amusedly asked.

"Don't laugh but I have I think I've got grey hair." he said leaning his back against the toilet seat waiting for her reaction.

"I know you're an idiot and a drama queen at times Steven Harrington but seriously?"

"I told you not to mock me? What will our little nuggets think looking back and seeing photo albums of Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and not recognising their own father?"

Slowly Nancy crouched down, being wary of her growing bump. "Steve, to begin with our lil' nugget will love you and probably wind up giving you more grey hairs from stress of nappies and crying so if they ask you can tell them that. Secondly you're still as handsome as ever and it's hardly noticeable. Just think you'll look like your Dad and although he isn't the best person in the world by a long mile, Harrington's are handsome and out little baby bairm will inherit most definitely get their good looks from the man I fell in love with in the first place. Finally you do realise that comes with age.. anyone with hair as good as yours should know it dosen't last forever, you know?"

Smiling softly trying to get over his little panic attack. He pulled Nancy up to his lap cuddling her close. "I know all but I'm terrified"

"I know you are Baby, but it's not worth a freak out and not trying to sound mean or anything but can you please leave because I need to pee?"

Leaving Nancy to do her business he kissed her cheek before going back under the covers. Closing his eyes he got comfortable before hearing the door he just exited from reopen and could see his wife and her bulging belly walk out. Raising the duvet to let her in Nancy and Steve took a moment to try and get comfortable in the thick air surrounding them.

Once settled they remained quiet, Steve being the first to break the silence.

"There's more to it than the grey hair. I'm scared of what comes with it because don't get me wrong I can't wait to be a Dad you know that. It's just like the last few years have been good, you know? No demogorgon or bats, Vecna being gone and the Upside-down being settled but suddenly I'm married to the love of my life, kid on the way, great friends and everything and I should feel more content than ever but the responsibility I feel is so strong but now it's not just my life I have to consider I have people relying on me. People who look up to me. We both have scars from other dimension beasts and stupidity but it seems like every other mark shows what I have been through and my damn grey hair shows what is to come -" he choked tears spilling out.

Turning her head Nancy smiles shyly trying to comfort her husband trying drawing lines on his freshly damp face.

"- and I'm scared Nance, of the not knowing what's to come. What's out of my control. Life could turn from this happiness and bliss to a bleak depression in a seconf. I'm almost thirty and have been through the rocks and just want to continue this high but I know it'll drop at any moment. I feel like I'm still a little high school rebellious rascal and an old grandpa at once." he frowned.

Thinking of the right thing to say Nancy took a minute of contemplation and sung her heart out. "Steve Harrington listen to me and listen to me well, I get what you're saying I do. I'm scared everyday of what life will bring but despite not knowing what I can't control. What I do know is that I'm here with you and anything we do together will say we love and care and want the best, I'm terrified of what life can bring but we're doing well now and if the worst comes we're a team and you're not alone, Robin, Dustin, Mike, Hopper, lil Nugget and the rest of the party are here too and just as scared as us but remember that we aim for great so we can do good. We have to live in the moment no can predict whats next so please, pretty boy just live the moment and when the going gets tough you tell me."

Burrowing his face in the curls of Nancy's grayless hair Steve shook his head. "I know I'm being paranoid I apprricate you pointing that out and easing my concern, you should sleep, it's not good for either of you" he said, directing his hand to her stomach.

"In sickness and in health, remember? Plus you know I find this cute on you."

"You're beautiful Nancy Wheeler Harrington"

"You're an idiot Steve Harrington"

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"Ooh look who's up late sleepy head." Robin teased from her stop on the kitchen island munching away on her cereal.

"Don't act like you didn't just get up five minutes ago, I heard you." Steve deadpanned.

Robin continued taunting him ignoring his comment "Aww is little Stevie is grumpy today, It's funny. Rumor has it that you finally found the grey hair we've been staring at for the past few months, huh? You don't know the amount of jokes I've been holding from you."

"What?! Nance, are you hearing this? She says my hair has been grey for months, months."

Closing the newspaper she was reading, the woman in question replied "Yeah Steve I know, I've seen it for months. Honestly thought you were ignoring it but nope just dumb enough not to notice."

"Why didn't you say anything, why didn't anyone say anything?"

Raising her spoon Robin reminded him of the many jokes Dustin and Mike made of him having a Dad bod and the hair to match.

"Why do I live with you? and I thought that was a joke. You can't seriously think I've a Dad bod now?! NANCE! why are you not on my side?" Steve huffed

"Because she's not lying about the hair and the dad bod, well it's natural for fathers to gain weight while their wife is too honestly thought it was to help me feel not as bad with my body confidence but don't worry it's not noticeable your chest hair covered up you abs up way before you lost them so I'm used them being gone." Nancy said, making Robin cackle in the background.

"Well guess what I have a Dad bod because I am a Dad and am going to growold and grey with my wife who's the love of my life." Steve stated determjnd to take Nancy's advice and not dwell on thr taunting and with that he walked out of the Kitchen.

"You don't think he's being a little overdramatic?" Robin asked Nancy once he was gone.

" Oh Absolutely."

Fair to say when Steve found the box of natural hair dye in the bathroom a few weeks later he was elated for not being alone and of course, having another reason to vex Robin himself.

#stancy week #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stancy #steve x nancy #nancy x steve #robin buckley #st4 #robin is their roommate #grey haired steve #steve and his children #six little nuggets #stancy week 2022 #i know im late #better late than never #ao3

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a-crash-in-time-collection · 2 years

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Chapter 23: Warm Sand, Cold Waters

Mustache Girl didn't know what drove her to visit the toppats that day. Maybe it was just hot and she didn't think of reasons not to go. The shade of the forest was nice, much better than anywhere in mafia town. Her cave tended to take in heat during the summer, and she couldn't stay in any building for too long before getting into some fight with a mafia. If it was any other season she'd have them on the floor, but during summer there were only so many fights in her per day.

Hat Girl was happy to see her when she showed up, which Mu supposed was good. They hadn't talked in quite a while. Not that Mu ever actively talked with Hat Girl. Even if they were friends again, the past still wedged itself into the back of Mu's mind every time she found herself around the alien girl. How could you just forgive and forget events like that after all? Then again, Hat Girl forgives everyone else it seems. Mu still wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Hat Girl and Platinum were recently ungrounded because they went into a falling desert temple or something. Not sure why exactly they were there in the first place. Hat Girl didn't seem to want to talk about it when the topic was brought up, so Mu didn't try and push it. Wasn't like it was her place to know anyway. They just stayed in the shade of the building while they talked about what all had happened.

Snatcher revived someone from the dead for them. Mu was surprised to hear that, didn't seem like it was something Snatcher would just do. Hat Girl admitted she didn't know why he had brought the train conductor back either. It was just confusing, but he was home now and that was all that mattered. He supposedly spent most of his 'work time' with the kids, since he didn't have anything else to do. He was the train guy after all.

Mu mostly just focused on Hat Girl and Platinum, not trying to be noticed too much by any of the toppats. Most had seen her only once before when she and Cooking Cat came by the 2nd day they found themselves on this planet. She had a feeling she wouldn't end up getting along with most of them. They just gave off a bad guy vibe to her, even if it seemed like they were all just one big happy family. She didn't want to get into any fights.

"Hat Girl!" A voice called from nearby, the group of three turned to see Calla coming up to them, a smile on her face. Mu took a small step back, pulling her hood further in front of her face hoping she wouldn't be as easily noticed. She knew it was a bad idea for her to wear a hood when it was this hot, but she didn't care. "Oh, is that your friend from Mafia Town?"

"Yup!" Hat Girl said with a smile. Mu let out a small sigh at that but offered a small wave. Now she just needed this person to finish whatever they came over here to do and they could get back to what they were doing. Or maybe Mu should take the chance and head back to mafia town, she couldn't leave it alone for too long away. "Mu, meet Calla! Or have you already met? Maybe at dinner night?" She shrugged to herself.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mu," Calla said, offering a hand to the young girl. Mu raised a brow faintly, but sighed and shook it, pulling her hand back as quickly as she could. Calla got a faint look of confusion in her eyes afterward but seemed to shrug it off and turn back to Hat Girl, the smile on her face growing faintly. "I was talking with some of the others, and we're thinking of doing a girl's day on the beach." Calla chuckled as Hat Girl gasped. "If your dads agree, want to come with?"

"You should go for it!" Platinum said with a smile, Hat Girl looking over at him. She was about to ask why he didn't say 'we', but then she recalled the 'girls day' part. But it didn't seem to be a big deal to Platinum, he wasn't complaining. This was good for Mu, when the robot complained it got her a bit annoyed. "I'm sure I can survive one day without you. Besides, Dad would worry about me overheating, knowing him."

"Well then, yes, I would like to go!" Hat Girl said, looking at Calla with a smile. Platinum was right about the whole 'overheating' thing away, despite the fact they were recently in a desert. Reginald's logic wasn't best in every little situation. She paused and looked at Mu, giving a small smile, which made the hooded girl tilt her head. "Hey, if we're going to Mafia Town, you should join us Mu! It'll be fun!"

"What?" Mu said, before shaking her head. "I can't, not really. I have a job to do."

"Well, I'm sure your job won't mind you taking a day off, everyone needs to have some fun in the sun." Calla said with a small chuckle, looking at Mu. Mu crossed her arms and glanced away with a small huff, she was acting like protecting mafia town was a simple job she could just skip! Granted, Mu was here right now, but this was different. "Besides, Hat Girl mentioned how she wanted to hang out with you a bit more."

"And this is the perfect chance!" Hat Girl said, throwing her arms in the air. Mu backed up slightly, expecting to be quickly warped into a hug, but she wasn't. She looked over at Platinum who gave her an odd but knowing look, as she just rolled her eyes and pulled her hood a bit further. Hat Girl gently pushed it back, making the girl blush. "Come on, it will be just like old times! Remember that game of tag?"

"Maybe..." Mu said, glancing to the side. It was right before they broke into the theater all those years ago. Mu felt like a kid at that moment. "..But I don't have a swimsuit."

"I have a few I can spare!" Hat Girl said, offering a smile. It was a little weird to think now that she even had more than one swimsuit. They never went swimming much and never for very long. Criminal clan life and all. Guess it was just natural to have more than one pair just in case. Mu seemed to get a small blush at the suggestion. "I can go grab them and you can pick which one you like the most if that's ok."

"And I might still have one of my old ones from when I was around your age," Calla said, looking at Mu. The mustached teen knew then there wasn't going to be any way out of this hole she dug for herself. So she just gave a defeated sigh and nodded, Hat Girl's smile growing a bit at that. Calla let out a chuckle as she took Hat Girl's hand. "Alright, you stay here then, we'll grab you when we're ready for you." Mu gave a nod to that, and the two went down the halls.

"So, you gonna tell her how you feel? Don't think I've forgotten." Platinum said, lowering his voice to more of a whisper so any nearby toppats didn't overhear too much. Mu quickly grabbed the scruff of his jacket, glaring at him as the topbot smiled and shook his head, letting out a chuckle. He eventually pushed her hand away with an eye roll. "Come on, it's not going to end up awkward if that's what you're scared of."

"Then how are things with you and that Van fellow?" Mu asked, a smirk on her face as well as in her voice. Although he couldn't physically blush, Mu could see it in his eye as he backed up, backing into the wall and letting out a small 'ow'. Despite not feeling any pain, most likely. He looked at her with a slight glare as she giggled. "Don't talk all smart like that when you're clearly in no room to talk."

"Mu!" Hat Girl called before Platinum got the chance to defend himself. Mu readjusted her hood as she went to the tone of the voice. Had it been that quick? Well, at least it kept her from doing anything she might regret later.

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It was early afternoon when the Toppats that decided to come showed up on the shore of mafia town. Mu made sure to do as much of the scope of the town as she could early that morning, wanting to handle everything she could before being made to stop. She beat up a few mafias and got some stolen stuff returned to their rightful owners. She only had to use her timepiece once when she nearly tripped down from a building, she wasn't sure if she could survive the fall otherwise.

So she stuck semi near the cave until she noticed they showed up. Ideally, she could just go about her normal day and pretend she forgot, but she had a feeling that wouldn't work out so well. Hat Girl would probably end up looking for her, and possibly get herself hurt. Neither of them were the young, quick to dodge every attack kids they used to be after all. And she wasn't sure the alien could handle that plus the heat.

A small blush filled her face as the picture of her saving Hat Girl entered her head for a moment. Why was she.. she truly couldn't.

"Mu, we're here!" Hat Girl's voice called her out of her thoughts as she looked over, starting to climb down from the rocks she was on. She offered a small smile as Hat Girl got to where she was. She was wearing a purple thin jacket of sorts, her bathing suit visible through the opening. It appeared to be space themed, which fit her all too well. "Hey, why are you still wearing all that? Think the Mafia would steal your hood again."

"They'll be dumb if they tried that," Mu said, shrugging as she glanced at the water. She was never the best swimmer, only learning the basics of 'staying afloat and getting to land as soon as possible' over the years. It was a requirement whenever she would get pushed into the water. She then turned back to Hat Girl. "Besides, you of all people should know I don't exactly have a lot of spare clothing laying around." She said, gesturing to the decision of her cave.

"Right... sorry." Hat Girl said with an awkward chuckle, a little bit of guilt hidden in her eyes as she glanced back at Mu, after looking at the cave. Mu gave a nod, though she felt bad once she noticed the guilt in the young girl's eyes. Why was she feeling bad, she was just pointing out facts. Hat Girl let out a fake cough to clear the silence that started to fill the air. "Well, hey, at least you'll have something now!"

"Mu!" Calla called from nearby, making the hooded teen glance over. Calla garbed a bag from the toppat with a witch-like hat, giving what appeared to be a word of thanks before she began to head over. Mu let out a sigh but smiled as she approached. She could handle this for one day, mafia town would be fine. "I got the swimsuit here for you." She said, handing her the bag. "You can go ahead and get changed."

"Thanks, just, give me a few moments," Mu said, taking the bag and beginning to head to one of the nearby buildings. She just wanted to be in and out quickly, so she hoped no Mafia decided to try and mess with her. The last thing she needed was them stealing the bag and the swimsuit inside. Although she was half tempted to just go in her normal clothing if she had to swim, sure it would take a bit to dry but it wasn't the worst deal in the world.

Eventually, she started coming back to the beach, her hood and normal clothing in the bag. The swimming suit was nice, she supposed, it was a pinkish red and had a little skirt on it. Not something she would wear much, if at all if she had the choice. But it fell into her style, which she could respect. Who knows, maybe she'll keep it around just in case of some underwater emergency.

"You look great!" She heard Hat Girl say after a gasp, as the alien girl raced over. Mu rubbed the back of her head a little awkwardly, hoping she wasn't blushing. Hat Girl looked around her for a moment, then clapped her hands together with a giggle. That made Mu roll her eyes, it wasn't that grand of a look. "I knew Calla was right when she said it was perfect for you! Now come on, we just need sunblock then we can get started!"

"Alright, Alright," Mu said, looking down as Hat Girl grabbed her arm, dragging her over to the boat. She pulled out one of the bags and began to go through it, while Mu just stood to the side. She took a glance at the water and stuck her foot in, only to pull it out quickly with a shiver. She gave a glare when she heard Hat Girl giggling at her. "Oh, I better not hear you complain about it later then."

"I've been in the arctic and queen Vanessa's manor, Mu. I can handle the cold." Hat Girl said with a smug look on her face, finally finding the sunscreen and beginning to put it on. Mu rolled her eyes; she may have a point. But it's been years since those events happened-

"Boo!" A sudden young voice called, a shadowy blur coming from the boat quickly, making Mu jump back with a yelp of surprise while Hat Girl stumbled back. The others that were there looked over in panic and confusion and were surprised to see the young ghostly version of their chief's daughter giggling at the two girls. "I got you! Papa has been teaching me about being patient and the perfect time for scaring!"

"How did you even get here?!" Mu asked, looking at the boat. She must have hidden in a bag or under a set, but she didn't understand how anyone could miss her. All of them seemed to be just as surprised as her. Mu looked at the young girl as she giggled and simply pointed to the boat. Mu sighed after that, knowing that was going to be the best answer she would get. "Please tell me she has permission to be here."

"No Idea." Hat Girl said as Shadow Kid glanced around. "Something tells me we're dead later."

"Today is starting perfect then, you all unknowingly kidnap the kid of a large angry ghost," Mu said with an eye roll, although a bit of a chuckle left her voice. Shadow Kid went closer to Hat Girl, gently taking her hand. Snatcher had never taken her to mafia town before, so it was understandable if she was a little shy. "Just make sure she doesn't drown I guess... can she drown? She's a ghost."

"Let's not find out the hard way," Calla said, walking over with a slight chuckle. Shadow Kid looked over and gave a small wave, she was one of the few she knew at least a little bit. But still, a new place without papa, scary most likely. Calla bent down a little bit and offered her hand to the shadow, who gently took it. "Come on, you want some juice or something?" She asked gently.

"Do you have cherry?" The young ghost asked, Calla giving a nod as she began to take Shadow Kid to where they had placed the cooler. Hat Girl gave a small smile to Shadow Kid as she looked back at them. Then turned to Mu, who simply nodded at the sight. Part of her could tell something was bothering Me, at least a little bit. But She didn't want to bring it up, at least not right away. Mu needed to have a little bit of fun.

"I'll be in my cave real quick," Mu said, heading off to it without another word. She heard Hat Girl say something but didn't register what it was. She just went to the cave and placed the bag with her hood in one of the corners, covering it with a bit of sand so that it couldn't be noticed easily by any passing mafia. She paused after a moment, was the cave starting to get smaller, or was it just her? It was just her, she knew that. But she still stayed for a moment.

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When Mu eventually came out of her cave, she went to where everyone else was and just stayed there. She saw some messing around in the water and others chilling on the beach. Shadow Kid was splashing anyone that got too close to her, mainly Calla since she was still keeping an eye on the child since they didn't know if she could swim yet. All of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was good. Mu didn't want to ruin that.

She ended up staying by the waterside, for the most part, looking out over the shining sea. She stuck her hand in the sand a few times, seeing what kind of marks she could leave before the water raced past and took the markings with it. It was the most she felt like she could do. She didn't want to get in the water, with how hot the sand seemed to be, she didn't want a hot-to-cold shock. Nor deal with warming up afterward. That always took forever.

"Hat Girl!" A voice called, and Mu paused as a bench ball entered her view of vision. She let out a sigh of 'of course' and looked over as she grabbed the ball, standing up from her position. Two of the girls from the clan, both around Hat Girl's age, came over as Hat Girl seemed to come back to shore from the water. "Sorry about that, Mu right?" The one with blonde hair said. "We forgot Hat Girl has a strong throw."

"I mean, it's not like we see her throw stuff often." The other girl said with a chuckle. She then turns to Mu. "I'm Dayna, this is Tyra." She said, and Mu gave a small nod in acknowledgment as Hat Girl came over, saying an apology as she took the ball. Hat Girl began to head back to the water, but Dayna put a hand on her shoulder. "Wait, why don't you join us Mu?" She asked as she faced her again. "We've noticed you've just been chilling here for a bit. Come join!"

"I'm not sure, you all already started your game," Mu stated, looking to the side as she quietly mumbled something. She had a feeling she wasn't going to get out easily though. She turn her view back to the group of girls, and she could practically see the begging in Hat Girl's eyes, even if she was acting like she didn't care much. What was with her? Eventually, Mu let out a sigh. "Alright, maybe just a quick round."

"Yes!" Hat Girl said, the ball nearly slipping out of her hands as she threw a hand in the air. She let out a chuckle as she began to head back to where she was before. Dayna gave a small facepalm before heading to where they originally were. Mu follows behind after a small moment of hesitation. It was just a simple throwing game, why were they acting like it was some big deal. "Alright, you guys ready for this!"

"If you don't throw the ball so hard it pops," Tyra said, before quickly catching it.

"Don't try and test me, Mu here knows full well what happens if you try to test me." Hat Girl said, looking over at Mu with a smile. Mu nodded at the comment, a small blush on her face as Hat Girl giggled. Shadow Kid seemed to have noticed the group nearby and came closer to watch them all. Hat Girl quickly caught the ball when it was tossed back. "Remember, just use your hands to try and catch it, no cheating."

"Do you all try to catch a ball with anything but your hands?" Mu asked, tilting her head as the girls by her shrugged a bit. She shook her head as she focused on Hat Girl again, taking a step back as the ball was tossed to her, her just barely managing to catch it. She tossed it to the side for one of the others to catch as she looked at Hat Girl. "Were you trying to knock me down there, it seems like that's your goal." She asked, only to be met with a nod.

"She came up with it on the spot like, a few minutes ago." Dayna said quickly, tossing the ball back to Hat Girl with some force, Hat Girl just barely missing getting hit by it. Mu nodded, so was it like a knock them all down kind of game? She didn't understand but she figured that would be something Hat Girl would come up with. "Just try not to fall for as long as possible I guess. You can head in the water next."

"Not sure about that," Mu said, but she kept playing the game. It took a bit, but she could understand why they could get some enjoyment out of the game. It was like a test of reactions and timing, both things Mu tended to be good at, or at least, she liked to think so. She found herself getting a genuine smile on her face after around 10 minutes, it was a bit of fun. Although she did almost hit Hat Girl in the face once.

Dayna eventually fell to the ground, leading Hat Girl to raise her arms to victory. Mu rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she got up from the ground. "Ok, you win, you were destined to anyway." Dayna said, Hat Girl nods with a grin on her face. She looked over at Mu and looked as if she was quickly debating something. Before Mu had a chance to ask what, she found herself pushed into the water, landing on the layer of sand hiding under.

"Yes, got you!" She was faintly able to hear Shadow Kid call. Mu quickly pulled her head out of the water, coughing a little bit as she rubbed her eyes. Hat Girl was by her side before she could notice, trying her best to help wipe it out. The giggling of the Shadow Child slowed, as the feeling in the air suddenly felt less happy. "D-Did I do something wrong?" She asked, worriedly. "You aren't hurt, is she hurt?" Shadow asked, breathing a sigh of relief when Mu shook her head.

"You could have at least waited until I had gotten closer to her." Hat Girl said to Shadow Kid, who nodded a bit, making a mental note in her head. Some of the others had come over, wanting to make sure everything was ok. Hat Girl moved some of Mu's hair out of her eyes with a small blush, as Mu shook her head and gently pushed her off of her side. "You are ok, aren't you Mu?" Hat Girl asked worriedly. "No water in your lungs?"

"No, I'm fine, I just.." She stood up and walked onto the shore, letting out a small shiver as the chill from the water started to sink into her bones. How Hat Girl and the few toppats she saw in the water handled it was a question she didn't think to ask. She gave a glance at the toppats that were looking at her worriedly. "I'm just going to... chill a bit away for a bit. Well. Maybe not chill."

"Are you sure you don't need anything Mu? I can grab you a towel." Calla said, but Mu shook her head. She didn't want any nearby mafia seeing her in a state like this and quickly piecing together what happened. They already didn't respect her enough, she couldn't let them start new rumors because she got in some water. "Well.. ok then. But if anything happens, come right to us, alright?" Calla asked, a worried look still on her face. Mu could only nod as she left.

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She never went back to the group. Properly at least. Maybe she got close to them when walking or attempting to get in the water, on her own terms. But she never fully went back to where they were. The toppats would come to check on her every now and again, especially within the hour after she was pushed into the salty water, but that was as far as it went. Mu wasn't really sure how to go back. She let her guard down in that one moment.

Eventually, the sky began to get an orange hue, as the sun began to lower. She would look over and see the toppats starting to get ready to leave. Shadow Kid was by a sand tower of sorts at one point, and must have felt a little worried about getting near the water again. Mu knew she should probably at least go and say goodbye, but she didn't want to.. Instead she just kept looking out over the ocean that surrounded her home.

Was this... even her home anymore? She told herself that, but it hasn't felt like it in years.

"Hey, Mu? Sorry for coming by, I just. We're leaving soon and I just wanted to be sure you're ok." She heard Hat Girl's voice, her turning to face the alien. She had the jacket from earlier back on, with a towel between it and the swimsuit. Mu gave a simple nod in response to her question, and hoped that would be the end of it. But as she expected, she was wrong. "Ok.. Good. I was just worried and... have you been crying?"

"Huh?" Mu asked, tilting her head to the side, before bringing a hand to her face. She felt a bit of water there, but it's been awhile since she last got near it. When had she start crying, or was she going crazy? She just shook her head, looking away. She could hear Hat Girl sit beside her, Mu letting out a sigh. "Maybe. Not sure why though. I mean, it's not like it's the first time I was pushed into water."

"Is, something else bugging you." Hat Girl asked. She reached for her hand gently. "We're friends Mu, if something is bothering you, you can tell me about it."

"Why, are you trying to get me to open up about something?" Mu said, keeping her face from Hat Girl's view. She was blushing, she didn't understand what was up with her and that today. And if it was for what she was starting to expect, why Hat Girl of all people? Sure, she didn't really know anyone else around her age but. "I don't understand why you're trying so hard to make this friendship work. We don't really know each other."

"That's how all friendships start out though." Hat Girl said, poking Mu's shoulder as if to say she was trying to make a point. She gently smacked the hand away from her, looking over in one brief moment of panic if she actually hurt her. Hat Girl let out a tiny hiss, but she shrugged it off. She looked back at Mu and was confused. "What, you hit me with lasers and stuff before, and you expect this to do damage?"

"Maybe?" Mu asked, before shaking her head. "Surprised you even still want to be friends after all of that, Hat Girl."

"Hey, we were just both kids when that happened." Hat Girl said, looking over the ocean for a moment as Mu nodded. She glanced down at the sand beneath the both of them. She could have sworn it was sparkling for a moment. Hat Girl poked her hand into it, pausing before pulling out a seashell, turning back to Mu. "You had all the power of time for a moment, and you felt you could use it to give this town the perfect life."

"Yeah... is it really doing anything in the end though?" Mu said, absentmindedly saying the last part allowed. Hat Girl was about to ask why she would say something like that, only to pause and look around. Mafia town did appear the same as when she left. She turned back to Mu, who had tossed some sand into the air. "I mean, I'm almost an adult now and nothing has changed, timepiece power or not. I hardly remember what it was like before... It, hardly feels like I had a childhood."

"Yikes, now you have me thinking about that stuff." Hat Girl said, a chuckle in her voice as she tried to laugh off her own comment. Mu just knocked the hat gently off her head, Hat Girl catching it quickly, looking at Mu with a playful huff and.. was that a blush? No, Mu was just seeing things. Hat Girl just looked to the side for a moment. "Hey, at least you don't have to worry about your future leading a large group of people."

"At least you have an idea of what you're going to do one day." Mu replied, a little bit of venom in her voice. She looked back towards the setting sun, covering her eyes a little bit so they weren't stinging by the glow. She knew Hat Girl was looking at her, either confused or shock at the comment. Maybe a mix of both. "It's just..." She sighed. "I can't keep doing the same thing forever with no results. Mafia town feels hopeless."

"Hey.. that's just the way the cookie crumbles sometimes?" Hat Girl said. "I'm not really sure what else to say."

"Well, thanks for not trying to cheer me up with lies." Mu said with a shrug and saddened chuckle, looking to the side for a brief moment. Then she stood up, looking at where the toppats were. She reached a hand down to Hat Girl, who garbed it as she pulled her up. Mu stared at their held hands for a moment, before quickly letting go. "Looks like your group is about to leave. You should head back to them."

"Yeah, I suppose you have a point." Hat Girl said, taking Mu by the hand and began to head back in the driection of the others. Mu followed for a few steps, as if her body had been put on auto pilot. She eventually shook her head and made a little fake cough, getting Hat Girl to look over confused. To which Mu simply pointed at the held hands dragging her. "Oh, sorry! Didn't notice I did that." Hat Girl said with a chuckle as she let go.

"You don't notice a lot of things." Mu replied with an eye roll, getting a chuckle from Hat Girl. She smiled slightly at that. And for a moment, it all seemed to slow, even without the timepiece. "Well, uh, I guess this is bye then."

"Yeah…Swing by again sometime soon?" Hat Girl asked, to which Mu gave an awkward shrug.

"Hat Girl, come on!" Calla called from nearby. The two teens looked over, and Hat Girl raced off without another word. Mu gave a small sigh as she began to walk back to her cave. "Is she ok?" She faintly heard her voice ask.

Mu just sat down for a moment once she got back to her cave, her trying to think but nothing went through her mind. She eventually grabbed her hood out of the bag and put it on, still needing some warmth during the night. She paused as a small shine caught her eye, walking up to the timepiece and garbing it. For a brief moment, she thought about throwing it against the ground. Maybe if it was hard enough, she could...

She shook her head and placed it back down. Before awkwardly looking at the swimsuit she was still wearing. Did they say she could keep this? Hopefully.

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╭៹ꜜ # forehead kisses ༉

c!wilbur arcs x reader

◟ᝰ warnings・some angst, one (1) mention of suicide/death

◟ᝰ notes・this is honestly just me rambling about c!wilbur. why is it so long please

ᝰ L'MANBUR ◞

wilbur is a fan of any and all kisses. really, he just likes to be close to you, but getting / giving kisses in the process? fantastic. he loves it. especially whenever he can make you lose focus from whatever you're working on and tell you to pay attention to him.

forehead kisses though? this guy is smitten for them.

gives them to you all the time: when you're working, when he's supposed to be working, when you're helping him take care of fundy— any time he can, wilbur will be giving you forehead kisses.

whenever you're busy, he'll usually pretend he has to walk past you for whatever reason and quickly kiss you on your forehead. he loves your reaction: telling him that you can't focus on your work. he only teases you more for it.

"if you can't focus on your work, then you should give me some attention, hm?"

he absolutely adores recieving them too. he always gets this blush on his face and the biggest smile. he especially loves whenever he has his head in your lap, your hand in his hair, and you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

he will melt.

if you ever give him forehead kisses while he's cooking too? this man will not let go of you. hugging you from behind, his chin on your shoulder, even just having his arm pressed against yours; he's not straying away from you longer than a few seconds.

"wil, i can't dice the vegetables with your head on my shoulder."

"dice them with the other arm."

in conclusion: give him forehead kisses and let him kiss your forehead. please.

ᝰ POGTOPIABUR ◞

now, with pogtopia wilbur, there won't be very much affection. he's lost his country, been exiled, and killed within the span of minutes. he's still processing what happened as he's forced into a ravine with tommy.

he will probably avoid you for a little bit. he can't bare to look at you after the shame of what happened in 'manberg'. you don't care about that though, you care about him— one of the many reasons he fell in love with you.

after you find him and tell him that what happened doesn't matter to you, that he's still your wilbur, he'll be a little less ashamed of it.

now onto the forehead kissing before i begin rambling about pogtopia wilbur.

he doesn't give you as many forehead kisses as he did when he was still in his presidency. it's one of the many things you noticed had changed about him. you don't bring it up though: it's a given that he's changed somewhat after what happened. it isn't anything too bad, right?

it isn't very often you get to sit down and have a mere talk with wilbur anymore. he's been working a lot more— gathering resources, trying to make the cave a little more like home. you think he's overworking himself on purpose, to distract himself from what's happened.

when you do grt a chance to sit with him though, it's always the moments that you find yourself clinging to. sometimes you scoot closer to him until your legs are touching, the closest you two have gotten since pogtopia had started.

sometimes he'll hold you. he doesn't have the tight grasp he had when he was president, instead a looser one. you don't mind though. you're just happy to be held by wilbur again. he never speaks much when he holds you now, only tucks his head in the crook of your neck.

before he leaves, he'll lay a gentle kiss to you temple. it's nice. it reminds you of the old wilbur. you hope he's okay.

"i'll talk to you later, dear. i have things to do."

giving him forehead kisses though? he loves it. he never expresses it, but he loves it. if he has his head tucked in the crook of your neck and you kiss the top of his head, he'll give you a small squeeze. maybe you'll hear him let out a shaky breath. maybe you'll feel tears wet your neck.

every time you give him something as small as a kiss to the forehead, he's reminded why he keeps fighting. why he doesn't just blow l'manberg to the fucking ground. he hopes you'll be enough to stop him.

spoiler: you weren't.

ᝰ GHOSTBUR ◞

after wilbur's suicide, a desaturated lookalike replaced him. the ghost of wilbur soot. he acted nothing like the man, at least he didn't act like how he did in pogtopia. still, you welcomed him into your life.

ghostbur was nice to have around. you enjoyed his company; his carefree nature was a breath of fresh air from the usual melancholy from the rest of the server.

he told you of the many happy memories he had of wilbur's. only the happy ones though, you remember him telling you. fundy's first steps; fundy coming out as wilbur's son; the beginning of l'manberg and all the people in it; and so, so many of you. he told you many of the memories that included you.

"i have a lot of happy memories with you in them! alivebur really liked you."

ghostbur did too, it seems.

it wasn't long before the ghost of the man you love(d?) had crossed the line of friendship. you enjoyed it though, the affection and attention and whispered prasies— perhaps less because it was your lover's desaturated version and more so because it was ghostbur.

again, you've found yourself falling in love with wilbur soot.

the first time he kisses your forehead is when you're preparing potions. he swung by, as he usually did, with an ever so gleeful grin and a soft spoken, almost echoey tone. those things about ghostbur never changed.

"hello! i wanted to come see you! i was just as technoblade's place and..."

you let him tell you all about what had happened at techno's, even if it wasn't much. you were making potions while listening, nodding your head and humming along.

he stopped talking though and, right as you turned your head to ask why, you found yourself face to face with him. he grinned and, with a laugh, placed a kiss to your temple.

"thank you for listening to me, my dear! you're always so nice to me!"

in return, you lean up (even if he is a ghost, he's still the same towering stature of 6'5) and kiss his forehead as well. that's when you notice that the blush on his cheeks is blue? you'd have to see more of that.

for now, you'll enjoy ghostbur's giggles about how you kissed his forehead.

ᝰ REVIVEDBUR ◞

with ghostbur gone, as tommy had told you through rushed syllables and dragged you to the ruins of l'manburg, you had no clue if your past lover would have been waiting at the area he died.

to your (almost) surprise, he was. newly revived wilbur, in all his glory, standing atop of a hill. he's back.

tommy yells and shouts, although wilbur's not listening. he's more interested in ranboo and tubbo.

then he sees you.

and god, you're still as beautiful as he remembers.

he strolls over to you, boots tapping against the glass over the wreckage that once was a home. you don't have time to react before he's pulling you into a hug.

"my darling! oh, i haven't seen you in so long! what've you done? what've you been up to? we have so much to catch up on, my dear!"

you can't find it in yourself to pull away. after all these months, you've never realized how much you've missed wilbur.

you lean into his cold touch, let your arms wrap around his waist as they had done so many times before. you can't even hear tommy shouting at the two of you.

his head lifts up and he grins. you just notice the white streak in his hair. it's a nice touch.

he leans down to kiss your forehead— he'll save the first kiss since he's been revived in a more private area. after he's brushed his teeth as well.

he lets go of you after, going on to talk about how he spent thirteen years in limbo, in that damned train station— clawing at the cement walls, screaming for help, pacing until his feet went numb. you wince at the imagery.

it's not until later do you get to repay the favor of kissing his forehead, when he's got you on his lap, chest against chest. he holds you close to him as if he's never held you before, tight and reassuring.

he doesn't say anything in this moment. even with the joyous appearance he took on when he was first revived, you knew there was no way he was going to be ecstatic after. ecstatic to be revived? sure. but knowing life has gone on without you? never.

you tilt his head down to kiss his forehead. you can see the faint smile on his lips, although his words are teasing.

"did you really miss me that much, my dear? prime, you're reminding me of pogtopia... keep kissing me though, dear."

you don't speak, only letting the silence envelop you two before kissing his forehead again. you have all the time in the world now.

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the demons brothers + a touch starved mc

Lucifer

If you’re going to Lucifer because you’re touch starved, then you’re definitely going to be close to him already -- he doesn’t let just anyone touch him.

.......He’s also touch starved but won’t admit it, so one of you is gonna just have to bite the bullet and make a move.

(It’s gonna have to be you)

You’re going to have to go about this carefully--make a really good plan and then execute it flawlessly.

Literally just throw yourself at him.

He’ll catch you.

Probably.

Nothing says ‘give me affection’ quite like yeeting yourself off the staircase at him, and he definitely understands what you want when you latch on tight to him like a weird little barnacle that he cant peel off no matter how hard he tries dfghjkkgf

He’s really warm and he smells Really nice and he hugs you so tight, like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, so he’s honestly one of the best snuggle buddies.

He’s gonna act all fussy about your love-attack at first--just play with his hair and smother him with lots of kisses and he won’t be able to resist snuggling u. Or banging u, but that’s your choice

Y’know, because “demons can’t resist temptation” and all that jazz.

(tbh he just likes likes you alot)

Mammon

...Why are you staring at him like you wanna eat him?

Seriously, knock it off, you’re freaking him out!

Wait, why are you coming closer…? Get Back you Fiend don’t you DARE wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest like that what the FU--

...Oh.

Huh. This is kinda nice.

(Just hug him. If you want his affection, just wrestle him into a bear hug and don’t. let. go.)

At first, Mammon doesn’t really understand affection that isn’t along the lines of a friendly/loving punch. He’s not used to kindness. It’s a fucking tragedy.

He doesn’t know how to ask for love because I don’t think he even realizes thats an option, tbh.

He’s kind of like an unsocialized puppy--will definitely put up a fight until he realizes that, hey, being snuggled is nice.

Luckily for Mams, you are touch starved and determined to show his stupidass what affection is supposed to be like.

He’s going to get so blushy. Sooo blushy. He totally pretends to not like it at first, but inside he’s over the fucking moon happy.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he realizes that he can ask you for snuggles too. At first he’s all “C’mere human, I bet you’re just itchin’ for me to hug ya, so let me make all your dreams come true!”

(It’s a defense mechanism.)

But over time, he eventually seeks you out and just flops on top of ya, and doesn’t feel the need to make a big show about it.

He feels safe with you, and that’s priceless.

Levi

Is incredibly confused about why you’re seeking out him for affection.

When you ask him if you can give him a hug, he expects you to just like... Wrap one arm around his shoulders for .2 seconds.

Which doesn’t sound too bad, so he says “Um, sure, I guess? I dunno why you’d want to though”

So when you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him like a koala bear, his brain straight up blue-screens.

Seriously, he forgets how to breathe. Don’t squeeze him too hard or he might never restart.

You smooch him on his cheek and his soul promptly leaves his body and is ejected into the atmosphere at mach 5.

This is literally better than Heaven. And he would know, he used to live there.

He totally freezes up and makes a wheezy sound that’s somewhere along the scale of “Dying Animal” and “Exploding Sink”

Needless to say, you create a snuggle monster.

I promise you that you’re never going to be touch starved again, because once you’ve given Levi a taste, he can’t get enough.

He constantly needs to be touching you. Holding your hand or the fabric of your shirt, leaning against you, sitting with you in his lap while he plays video games--it literally doesn’t matter, he just needs that contact with you or he might literally die.

He’s very enthusiastic about it dfghkfd

Satan

Look… Satan is very smart.

But he’s also incredibly dense at times.

You have to be blunt with him, or else he’s just not going to know what you want.

(Feelings that aren’t all consuming anger and hatred are still a bit new to him--he’s learning as he goes)

Just walk up to him and tell him that you need him to snuggle you right now, dammit. Lay your soul bare to him.

He really does love that you trust him. It makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

And how can he possibly say no when you set his heart alight?

That said, he is a bit of an over-thinker.

Worries about crossing boundaries or making you uncomfortable and a million other things--give him lots of reassurance pls

He isn’t opposed at all to cuddle sessions, especially if he’s able to read at the same time.

It definitely becomes a normal thing to cocoon yourselves up in a really fluffy blanket to read together.

Satan is honestly one of the best to snuggle with because he’s very chill about it. You want this and he wants this, so he doesn’t see a point in playing games.

So yeah, he’s chill! But he’ll also threaten the life of anybody who interrupts you guys

Asmo

Please, he knows that you’re touch starved before you even do.

Until you’re upfront about it, he’s going to tease you by like, patting your head, playing footsie with you, giving you only the briefest of hugs--just slowly giving you a taste of his affection until you finally cave and demand that he snuggles you properly.

(Is that a euphemism? It could be lol)

As soon as you ask he’s gonna push you down onto the nearest couch/bed/whatever and just flop on top of you.

Honestly, Asmo wants You to be the one holding Him. He wants to use your chest as a pillow, and doesn’t he just look so cute all snuggled up to you like this? He totally does, you should take a pic of him!

Cuddle sessions are absolutely going to become a regular thing, and he makes them into a big event each time. My mans Asmo is gonna bust out the candles and the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows.

If the opportunity strikes, he’s definitely gonna try to bang you.

If not, expect to do face-masks together. Maybe manicures. But definitely the face-masks, at least.

He’s gonna spin this into a fuckfest or a self care session--it really just depends on what you prefer sdghjk

Once you’re in his arms, he will tickle you. rip

Beel

He is the BEST hugger in the whole entire world.

When you approach him and ask for cuddles he will pull you into a hug without hesitation.

I do not care how tall you are, Beel is taller. He will engulf you in a hug and rest his chin on your head and sway you back and forth

You want a piggyback ride? Hop on.

Just wanna watch tv and snuggle? Great idea! :D but maybe don’t watch cooking shows or he’s gonna drool on you dfghj

(lowkey I think he would really enjoy watching human movies with you. He found Mamma Mia to be absolutely enchanting)

Want him to lay on top of you and crush you until all of your woes have been squeezed away? He will absolutely oblige you

Congratulations on your newly acquired teddy bear! Please don’t forget to feed him.

Literally just sit on his lap or wrap your arms around him whenever you want, he’s always down for a good snuggle.

He’s by far the nicest about it too, he won’t tease you about it and he will never hold back from telling you exactly how much he loves holding you in his arms

Definitely loves to be the big spoon but has no problems with being the little spoon either.

He’s just so fuckimg SWEET

Belphie

Oh, you're touch starved? Perfect. He's been in the market for a good snuggle buddy.

You silly human, why didn’t you come to him sooner?

Don’t listen to what Asmo says, snuggles are Belphie’s domain.

Once it’s established that you two are going to be snuggle buddies, he will literally just abduct you for snuggle time.

He doesn’t care what you’re doing, he’s going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and haul you off to his blanket nest whenever he wants.

He just wants you all to himself.

Will share your snuggle time with Beel tho.

After abducting you, he's just gonna toss you onto his bed and fall on top of you. He's really warm and he really just wants to lay on you. Partially so that you cant escape once he falls asleep lmaoo

He's happy to just talk to you about whatever you want while you guys get your snuggle on, but be warned: he's eventually going to fall asleep.

Probably mid sentence.

He won’t wake up when you poke at his cheeks or shake him, either. So uh. I hope you’re in the mood for a nap too!

Get matching sloth onesies with him. He’ll tell you it’s stupid but he’s actually thrilled with them. (Make sure you also get Beel a bear one though)

((part two with the undateables + Luke))

#obey me headcanons #obey me hc #gnocchicanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me

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