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snaillock · 7 months

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would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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errielovesu · 1 month

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Sesshomaru x Fem!Reader (smut)

Cw: Violence, drugging, breeding, oral sex, sex in general, humiliation (?), mentions of sex work/prostitution

A/N: first smut, first fan fic what feels like since 2021, I would’ve wrote this in second person pov but I just ended up doing first pov, I hope you enjoy (^^)

Word count: 2,131 words (wow)

The flash of blush that passes through my body could be enough to warm me up…foggy vision and no knowledge of what or where i’m at.

“Wake up.” I hear a voice say, funny that this thing thinks i’ve slept, I sit there immobile, i’m not afraid but i’m unsure on how to address the current situation. “I know you heard me, you low level thing” thing? i’m not some thing? I slowly peak my head towards the door where the voice comes from, tall, long haired, that’s as much as my eyes can figure out. “Who are you? What did you do to me? Where am” I got cut off by the sudden steps towards me, slowly he comes into my vision.

A demon! “Tell me, why does your kind always say so many words with no meaning.” I asked what I think are very meaningful questions! “What do you want” I snark, quickly i’m met with pain. He slapped me. He slapped me? “Do you not seem to remember? You tried to kill me. Pathetic attempt as you failed miserably and got yourself into this situation.” he said, his voice deep and cold, he reaches down and pets my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps along my body, “i’m not sure I understand, before coming here i was…? i was?” I don’t remember anything at all, “What? You can’t recall your stupid actions, can’t you own up?” I shiver, usually I can get out these situations with a quick smile and wink but I sure this time it might be over for me.

“My name is Lord Sesshomaru” Lord? who actually is this guy. “Lord..?” I stammer out, “Yes, that’s what I just say did I not?” yet another smart ass response, he slowly sits down in front of me, his face more visible now, “Lord Sesshomaru whatever I did i’m sure I can fix but I don’t wish to be tied down like livestock.” I don’t think i’ve been here for a short period of time, i’m starving and weak, I need to do whatever I need to do to get this so called demon lord to release me. “You can fix?” Slowly his hand approached my face, the stands of hairs framing my face get moved out the way, his long nails caress my face enough to give me goosebumps once again, my body is afraid but i’m not, I want out of this place. “If you claim you can fix this attempt of murder that you tried to commit, what shall you do?” Trying to make out his face for some kind of weakness but I fail once more, i’m blind into this, only a figure talks to me, “I can pay you a lot of money, I kn—“ Pain meets my face one more, the familiar slap i felt before, “I’m not in need of money you pet” this time his voice scares my body once more, my body is slowly becoming numb, my joins hurt and i’m losing hope, money always works? everyone wants money? “What do you want then, demon.” I spit out almost defeated, his hand reaches out, I prepare for the slap i’ll get, “You’re willing to do anything? Without denying me?” No slap? Anything? What is he thinking, i’m afraid now, my senses slowly returning and I can smell this place, i’m terrified. “What do you need, Lord?” I vomit out, I don’t enjoy feeling defeated this way. “What is it that your body can do?” My body? Oh. My pride swallowed the fact I am naked, I look down to my figure, my breast, my core, quickly I pull my legs to my chest covering myself, he reaches out and slams my legs down to their original position, “You said anything to get out, you can’t fight? you’re too weak…you should just give up yourself to me now.” Give myself up? Slight beads form in my eyes, I gave up this kind of work ages ago, “I know what kind of filthy work you did…it’s no secret you used to give yourself up to other demons” Sesshomuro? Have I worked with him before? “Yeah I did, years ago, are you forming some kind of revenge plan because I didn’t do you?” My mouth is going to get me killed, “You didn’t do me because I would never pick some thing to help me through my issues, your body wouldn’t even be able to hand my touch” His cold voice makes me want to snark at him, his hands reach out to me once more, this time i’m afraid of where he might reach, my breath hitched his hand wonders around my neck, afraid he’ll lower his hands more my body trembles in his touch, my hands tied behind me and my ankles tied as well. Sesshomuro gets up and leaves the room quickly he comes back with a tea cup, “You should drink this. I don’t want to mess with such a weak body” He holds up the cup to my mouth, I drink the liquid, not to worried what it could be from the strong smell of tea the tea cup gives out, slowly I consume the liquid, my body feels warm again. “I’ll be back.” He closes the door behind him, a big sigh leaves my body when seconds later I lose consciousness.

“You can’t handle anything can’t you?” A muffled voice interrupts my sleep, “You’re body is warmer than usual. Pathetic how the body can submit itself.” What is he talking about, my eyes feel too heavy to open and my body even heavier to move, my face is lifted up by his cold hand, “Tell me human, why is it that your body yearns for me” I can’t formulate a coherent sentence for him, “Too stupid to talk?” His thumb caresses my lower lip, slightly parting my lips together his cold finger slithers its way inside my mouth, “If you’re mouth is this warm I wish to see what other places are.” My eyes slowly wake up once more, his face close to mind, his finger in my mouth it’s all so weird and I can’t process anything around me, his finger slips out of my mouth, “Please what do you want from me?” I whine out in desperation, my body slowly regaining strength, “I want you to serve me with your body” My body snaps away from him in protest, I don’t want to ever touch a demon in that way ever again…I promised myself. My thoughts merge together I can’t formulate thoughts again, what is going on with me. “Seems that it’s finally taking action, wether you want to or not your stupid cunt will be attracted to me”

What? I feel a heat rush through my body, my heart beat accelerating, Lord Sesshomaru drugged me? For sex? I can’t think straight, slowly I feel it, the wetness build up on my sex, my nipples hard and my face flushed, “Shouldn’t you be embarrassed? hah..your body is dripping for me you animal.” My body is too weak to stop his advance, his face close to mine, his hands grab my waist and pick me up, my legs wrap onto his body uncontrollably my body needs to be close to his, I need friction, my body needs pleasure, it feels as he’s carrying me away, shortly my body is pressed into a floor, Sesshomaru towering over me and my body, he lowers down and kisses me, not gently, these are desperate kisses, sloppy kisses, my body only responds by kissing him as well, the interchanges of kisses fuels my body more, I need more, Sesshomarus hand slowly wonder on my body, caressing my neck till he reaches my harden nipples, he isn’t afraid to start playing with them as he stops kissing me and moves his mouth towards my neck, he pushes his teeth into my neck, my body is feeling so much pleasure I can’t feel any pain, I want more. He cups my breast and slaps them, the feeling only fueling my desire for more, his hand move to my face and quickly he lifts me up, “Your mind has sure changed, you’re wet and warm” looking up to him his eyes are red, his fangs longer than before and quickly he grabs my hair and positions me right on his lap, my face…close to his cock, it’s begging to be taken out, “You’ll do me a big favor you pathetic whore” he’s sitting down and i’m on all fours, my ass up in the air exposing everything there is to hide, he slowly pulls his twitching cock out, no time is wasted when he pulls my face straight down, stuffing my mouth with his giant member, I slurp and bob my head for his pleasure, he moves his hand and grabs my ass in the air, my ankles still bonded together pushing my thighs together, Sesshomarus finger wander around my body till he gives in and starts running his finger down my slit, wet and warm, all he can think about his shoving himself deep in me. His other hand pulls my mouth from around his cock, he grabs my face and leads my body to his lap, my dripping sex begging for his cock to fill it up, “You help yourself to it, i’m not going to do everything for you” Slowly I start to position his big head around my entrance, i’m afraid he’s too big for me and he’ll break me, when I slowly ascend into him, Sesshomaru slams himself inside me, he isn’t gentle, rapid strokes meet my core, I can’t help but let out moans and whines, my breast bouncing on his face as his red demon eyes seem to almost want to eat me whole, hands tied behind back as he forces and uses me as his doll, he growls and hums as I squeeze around him. “You gave up this work for what reason? Your tight cunt should always be put to use, you’re unbelievably stupid for doing this, you’ll have to endure me for however long I want” Sesshomaru snarks at me, he stops and throws me on my stomach, positioning himself once again and slamming himself in me, my cunt swallowing every single inch of his cock, unsure how i’m taking him so well I only have pleasure in my head, I need to finish, I need to make him finish, his cold hand lift me up and once again he sinks his teeth into my neck this type more aggressive than before, moans escape my mouth and I can’t contain it anymore, it feels so good, he feels so good, he throws me back on bed and drags my ass up again, slamming once more into me, his hand grabbing

my hips and i’m used like his doll again, all I feel is him. His strokes start to get more sloppy as I feel him twitch inside me, I can’t help but beg for him, beg for his seed in me, i’ve never gotten any in me and right now my body is only asking for it. “The stupid thing wants my cum? Are you even deserving of such treatment, to carry my off spring inside you?” I can’t help but just nod at his words, I want every single drop he has to offer, his strokes filling up every single part of my canal, begging more he shoves his finger in my mouth and forces me up, he cover my mouth with them as he becomes more aggressive, his cock feeling bigger than before in me, my muffled whines and begs only makes him go even faster and faster, he keeps going until I feel it, everything inside me, the warm liquid filling up my womb as he keeps fucking it into me, more whines follow my climax as I clench around his cock and shiver in pleasure. Sesshomaru quickly removes himself from inside me and flips me over, his tounge swirling around his bite marks as he cleans up my blood, his face, his hair, everything you see. He leaves the room and snarks, “If you did give up such work years ago, why does your body still swallow me up everytime, what would others think? A human girl submitting herself to yet another powerful demon, think about that while my warm seed is inside you, farewell.”

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stevesbestgirl · 11 months

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Dreamweaver

Dream of the Endless x f!Reader

Warnings: mentions of depression, a few curses, briefly mean!Morpheus, soulmate tattoo bs, I took liberties with the lore

A/N: I started this forever ago when I was dealing with some stuff with my brother, so if it feels like a self-insert 🤷‍♀️ (no descriptions of reader's appearance)

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"Dream."

Lord Morpheus, also known as Dream of the Endless, raised his head from his desk, where he was pouring over a book.

"Dream!"

He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before standing.

"Dream of the Endless, I hold your sigil and I call to you."

"Yes Death, I am on my way to my gallery as we speak."

"Forget your gallery, come here."

Morpheus suppressed a sigh. But with a sound suspiciously like the flutter of a raven's feathers, Dream disappeared from his library, appearing instead beside his sister. Death's gaze did not waver; she appeared to be watching a young pair seated on a mattress on the floor of a simple bedroom. One, a young woman, seemed to be comforting the other, a young man with enough resemblance to be a sibling.

Dream spared only a quick glance, "Why am I here, sister?"

Death finally tore her gaze from the two mortals, "Can't you see it?"

Morpheus watched the pair again, unsure of what he was supposed to be seeing.

"Maybe I'm just bad. That's why she left." Dream could see the wisps of despair puffing up around the boy, evaporating like drops of water on a hot pan.

"You took the fall when I broke Mallory's lamp when we were ten. Don't tell me you're bad," the woman insisted despite her soft tone. "And nothing you did made Bella leave."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Dream's gaze swiveled back to his sister, "I am unsure what it is I should be seeing."

Death huffed impatiently, "Open your mind for just one moment and consider that a mortal may surprise you." When he still stared at her, his jaw growing tight with impatience, she rolled her eyes, "She's dream weaving, Dream. You of all people should be able to tell."

"The dream weavers died out hundreds of years ago."

Death grabbed her stubborn brother by the shoulder, twisting him to face the girl again, "Watch."

Dream watched, albeit a bit disdainful, as the young woman continued to speak. She offered musings about their past. Their childhood seemed to have been a difficult one. But she made jokes, reminiscing and reflecting on what they could learn- how they could create better for themselves. And then he saw it.

Human consciousness, all consciousness really, clung to the Dreaming with tethers. Needless to say, humans clung particularly closely compared to most other sentient life. Each dream, though they varied in strength, was a connection to the dreaming. When a being began to lose the will to live, those tethers weakened.

Her brother's tethers were weak; not quite on the brink of severing, but looking rather exhausted. And while it wasn't possible for her to strengthen the tethers- only their owner could do that, she was reinforcing their connection to the Dreaming. The dreams she was sharing were indeed woven into an intricate web, right on the cusp of his realm.

Her own web was vast, ethereal silver glimmering in elaborate knots and designs, each one a waking dream. This girl's very existence was tied up in his realm.

His only show of emotion was a small parting of his lips, but that was enough for Death. "I told you so."

Dream said nothing, watching the girl speak.

"What are you thinking, brother?" Death prompted, clearly awaiting some kind of response.

"It appears that a new age of Dreamweavers may be upon us, sister."

"Are you going to speak to her?"

"I suppose I am duty-bound to make contact. Soon, more like her will appear, if they haven't already. If they go on unsupervised, they could damage the realm."

Death cocked an eyebrow, "Why do you sound so reluctant? You've never had issue with dream weavers in the past, have you?"

"Not yet. But I have an odd feeling about this one."

After departing with Death, Morpheus tasked Matthew with keeping an eye on the girl. She stayed with her brother through the night, the pair of them departing early in the morning and returning a short while later with what appeared to be a third sibling.

Only once the two young men were in each other's company did the girl leave, returning to her own home a short distance away.

She seemed lost in her own thoughts as she puttered around the house, cleaning up odds and ends before changing into a tee-shirt and climbing into bed. Underneath her eyes, dark circles were beginning to swell. She was exhausted.

Morpheus almost felt bad for her; this sleep would not be as restful as she might be expecting.

Y/N always had vivid dreams, both waking and while asleep. But she immediately knew tonight was different. Dressed in nothing but her tee-shirt and underwear, her bare feet were chilled against the dark stone floor underfoot.

A shadowed figure sat in a throne at the head of the large room, as though waiting for her.

"Hello?" She took a hesitant step forward, hands clinging to the too-short hem of her tee-shirt, which was barely covering the tops of her thighs.

"Approach, Y/L, L/N."

She did as the voice instructed, stepping forward on unsteady legs. It was male, authoritative and nearly stern. But it wasn't aggressive, or even raised in volume. He simply spoke and expected compliance.

It was also beautiful, deeply toned and unrushed in its delivery. He had an accent she couldn't identify, her mind reeling with thoughts as she approached the throne, still cloaked in shadow.

She felt exposed, painfully aware of his gaze on her. She gave her shirt another nervous tug down, trying to make sure she was covered. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she asked, "What is this place?"

The silence stretched, her fingers abandoning the hem of her shirt in favor of fidgeting with the cuticles of her fingernails. But her hands parted hastily and she sucked in a gasp as she suddenly found herself fully clothed in a pair of dark jeans, socks, boots, and a black jacket over her tee-shirt.

She was relieved for both the privacy and warmth granted by the clothes, but her heart was pounding at the magic, "Am I dreaming?"

The figure remained in shadow, "Yes," he confirmed. "But more importantly, you are in the Dreaming."

She blinked, willing her eyes to make out the figure in the dark as questions bubbled up inside her, "And that would make you-?"

He rose slowly from his chair, towering over her at his full height, somehow still shrouded in shadow, "I am Dream of the Endless, creator of the Dreaming, King of Nightmares."

It suddenly became quite clear to her as she gazed up at him that he wanted her to be intimidated. The question of why still loomed.

"King of Dreams then too, right?" She couldn't find it within herself to give him the reaction he wanted, king or no king.

His voice remained level, "Yes."

"Am I forbidden from laying eyes on the King of Dreams?" She cocked her eyebrow, only slightly, in a challenge. She took a step backwards, inviting him to step into the light.

There was another long pause before he answered, "No, you are not." But instead of moving, the shadows seemed to loosen, pale skin blooming behind the darkness until his face was wholly visible.

It seemed the perfect match for his voice, slim with sharp cheekbones and a shock of deep ebony hair. Long, dark lashes framed his eyes, which were dark, almost entirely black in a way that should have been eerie. But they glimmered like stars, little specks of light dancing deep within their depths and seeming to invite her inside. She felt as though she was falling forward until the darkness swallowed her up.

But inside was far from dark. It was a massive stretch of blackness, yes, but far from nothing. The black was a canvas, swirling with color and light and looking like entire galaxies.

A mess of incoherent thought washed over her, driving her own thoughts from her mind. The galaxy showed her a beautiful woman. She felt insecurity, fear, but also something warm and safe she could only describe as love. Then she saw the sun, but the sun as she'd never seen it before. The sun through the eyes of someone who couldn't go blind. And then came pain, rejection, grief-

"You should not be here."

Then she was back in the throne room, balled up on the floor, her cheeks wet with tears. She sat up, hastily wiping her cheeks, but Dream was already hauling her up by the shoulder of her tee-shirt, her extra layer of clothing stripped away in an instant, "You dare to invade my mind?" His dulcet tones were reduced to a mere hiss. "As the King of Dreams, it is my responsibility to warn you that if you or others like you meddle in the affairs of my realm, it will cost you dearly. It seems that every time I show compassion to a human, you are determined to make me regret it. Cross my path again and you will not receive such mercy a second time."

She wanted to plead with him, to make him understand that it had been an accident. She didn't even understand what she'd done- were those his thoughts?

His change in demeanor stung more than it should have. But his sudden rage combined with what little she'd seen made it clear he would not leave himself vulnerable to her, and perhaps for good reason.

"I apologize for any offense, it was not my intent. I will do my best not to get in your way again." She offered him a sad smile, "And I'm sorry for your suffering."

His eyes glimmered in a brooding smolder and then she found herself jolting awake in her bed, a sheen of sweat glittering on her skin. She made a half-hearted attempt to tell herself it had only been a dream, but there was no denying what she'd seen- what she'd felt.

She felt out of place going back to her everyday life, but her work wouldn't wait for her. And there was plenty left to do for her brother, so she put it behind her, hoping that whatever she had done to draw the King of Dreams' ire was a one-time thing. Their interaction had left a lingering bad taste in her mouth.

She had hoped that her responsibilities would drive the memory from the front of her consciousness, but it continued to creep up on her each time she had a moment to breathe, haunting her rare moments of rest with nightmares. She suspected the King of Nightmares was wholly capable of sentencing her to a lifetime of nighttime terrors, but she wasn't convinced this was his intention. But if she was connected to Dream, as he'd called himself, the only way to fix it would be to visit the Dreaming again.

And now she was thinking about it again. She gave herself a shake; she had another long night ahead of her. So she turned up the music in her car and left for her brother's apartment.

"I thought I might see you back here, brother." Death looked smug as Dream appeared beside her in the same place they'd watched from last time.

"And why are you here again, Death?"

"To catch you in the act, obviously."

Dream made a disapproving noise at her joke, but didn't press further. He watched as she and her brother played a video game together. He'd done some reading in her book after her uninvited foray into his mind, though mostly out of spite. It had done nothing to reassure him that he'd acted appropriately.

Her childhood had not been an easy one. Teenage parents, poverty, and drug use had rendered her functional guardian to her two younger siblings at a young age. Once he arrived at the abuse resulting from her first romantic relationship, he'd stopped reading.

The two Endless watched for quite some time before speaking again, but surprisingly to Death, it was Dream who broke the silence. "Why are you truly here, sister?"

"It is part of my responsibilities to check on the humans whose ties grow weak."

"Do you spend this long on every one?"

She huffed a sigh, "No." Stealing a glance at Y/N, she admitted, "When she weaves the dreams, that strengthens the connection, giving a weak tie more time to recover."

Dream tipped his head, "Yes, as you explained last time."

"I'm starting to suspect that the dream she's woven around the center tether may be permanent."

"Is such a thing possible?"

"I don't know. Like you said, this could be a new kind of dream weaver." They both watched her laugh, drawing a laugh from her brother as well. "I wish I could just ask her what she's capable of."

Dream looked back on the way the girl had collapsed in his throne room, realization making his stomach sink, "She is unaware of her abilities."

"As far as I can tell." At Dream's silence, Death glanced at him sharply, "Why do I get the sense that you may have done something foolish?"

Dream was silent, reassessing his interaction with this new information. He'd brought her into his realm, exposed and confused, then put on a show of being intimidating and immediately lost his temper, resorting to threats and expulsion.

He refused to feel shame over actions taken to protect his realm, but he couldn't identify the strange pit that seemed to have opened in his gut. She likely thought him a monster, a nightmare himself instead of their king.

"Dream, what did you do?"

Death's voice broke him from his stupor, though he kept his gaze on the girl, "I brought her to my realm and lost my temper."

Death couldn't suppress an eye roll, but Dream didn't seem to notice, "What was it this time?"

"I suspect one of those new abilities allows her access to memory."

There was a long pause. "She got inside that thick skull of yours?"

Dream broke his gaze to send his sister a scathing look, "Yes."

Death sent her an appraising glance, "She seems to be holding up rather well, all things considered." It was meant to be a joke, but Dream thought the circles under her eyes were damning.

"You are typically far slower to admit you are wrong, so I ask you again, brother, what are you doing here?"

"After my meeting with the girl, I spent an entire evening working on new dreams and nightmares. It was the best work I've done in ages."

Now Death did smirk, "She inspired you then? Is she your latest muse?"

"My days of muses are behind me, sister. Aside from the fact that she is a mortal, my realm needs my full attention."

"Of course, brother."

That night, when Y/N fell asleep in her bed, she found herself back in the throne room. Muttering a curse under her breath, she stood, grateful that she'd slept in a pair of shorts this time.

"Approach, Y/N."

She did not obey the voice this time, stubbornly remaining in place and gazing resolutely into the dim light, which was only slightly improved from her first visit.

A moment, then two, passed before there came a sigh. "Very well." Several long strides later the King of Dreams had left his throne to stand before her. She avoided his eyes, afraid to repeat her mistakes.

"Dream King."

"Yes, I suppose I deserve that as well."

Tipping up her chin, she nodded, "You do." She seemed to catch herself, "I'm afraid I'm not sure what I did to end up back here."

"I brought you here- in both instances. You've done nothing wrong, I have realized too late."

She was stunned. She hesitantly met his gaze, relieved when her feet remained planted on the floor.

Dream held his expression steady and nodded, "I apologize for my prior behavior."

She surprised herself by tipping her head, "Thank you." She chewed her lip for a moment, "I'm sorry too. For before. I'm really not sure how I did it."

She knew she didn't have the leverage to flaunt a grudge against the Kind of Dreams. She was pleased with her own politeness, but she would not trust easily.

Dream was silent for a long pause, "What exactly did you see?"

She looked away, "Not much. A woman- a beautiful woman. The sun. And I felt-" His eyes seemed to pull her gaze back in, "I felt some of your pain, I think."

"I apologize."

Her brow furrowed, "For your suffering?"

He shook his head, "For yours, at my hands. We have much to discuss, but you will not struggle with nightmares from tonight on."

The corner of her mouth twitched upwards in a smile, "So, I can rest assured?"

Dream either didn't catch the pun or was ignoring it, nodding, "You may. Now come, have a seat." He led her back toward his throne, where a small tea table and a wooden chair sat on the dais beside his own.

She waited, watching him take his seat on the throne before she sat on the wooden chair, ruefully thinking of her own chair at home. And then it was her chair she was sitting in. No sound or movement accompanied the change, it simply was.

Dream raised an eyebrow, as if challenging the action, "Did you just alter the Dreaming?"

Face flushing with warmth, she stumbled over her words, "Not with intention."

His gaze seemed inquisitive, "Have you always manipulated the Dreaming so skillfully?"

She raised a brow, a reluctant smile forming at the corner of her mouth, "I'm not sure that was a compliment."

"Simply an observation."

"Sounds a bit sinister though, doesn't it? 'Manipulating the Dreaming.'"

"What would you call it if someone were to create their own clay sculpture on a block already used by someone else?" Dream wasn't offended by the action so much as he was curious.

"If it serves a new function, I would call it repurposing," she replied thoughtfully.

There was a long pause, "Indeed." She couldn't decipher his tone. "What if I told you that the person who made the original sculpture also created the clay? And that the only clay that would ever exist was his creations."

She sobered up a little, "I'm sorry if I've ruined your work. Once again, not my intention. I have a lot to learn about your realm."

His gaze trailed over the chair she'd conjured, noting the details. The golden colored thread in the stitching that glinted in the dim light of the throne room. The slight wear to the fabric around the arms. Dreams were often vague, even half-formed, because mortals struggled to shape the Dreaming. But Dream suspected he'd find a perfect match to this chair if he were to visit her home.

"Clay is never ruined for having been used for creation. However, some do not take kindly to their working being- repurposed. But that is what I brought you here to discuss."

She gave him a nod, "I'm listening."

His dark gaze seemed to pierce her, "You are something known as a dream weaver. Historically, dream weavers used their abilities to tether many humans to the same dream."

She blinked at him, expression blank for a long time, "I don't mean any disrespect, but could you be mistaken?"

"I could be, but my sister is almost certainly not."

"Your sister?"

"Death."

She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts that had grown thick and slow.

"Why would you want humans to have the same dreams?"

"Back in the early days of human development, human dreams were chaotic and disorganized. Dream weavers helped drive human development by uniting many humans under the same dream."

"Dreams affect human development?"

That drew a surprising chuckle from the Dream King, "Dreams are human development. The world exists as it is because of dreams- because of the Dreaming." There was a marked note of pride in his voice at that.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"So like, the depths of the ocean and all the scary stuff down there was all dreamed up by humans?" He nodded. "What about space- the entire greater solar system? Is any of that real?"

"Created by dreams, but very real." She took a moment to process that, stifling a sigh. "You are displeased?" Dream raised a curious brow.

"That's a very human-centric reality. I kind of liked it when we were just little specks of dust among the vastness of the uncharted cosmos."

The corner of his mouth lifted in almost a smile, "You still are. But only because humans have dreamed it so."

"How have we survived this long? It seems to me that human beings have a tendency to destroy more than we create."

"Humans can be very destructive. But they are also very clever. No other species has demomstrated such an capability to dream up solutions to its problems like humans."

"So like, climate change. The solution to all of the pollution, to the whole climate crisis, exists?"

"Not exactly. It may or may not exist now. But it could exist if enough humans were to dream of it."

She rested her head in her palm, forcing a breath; she was starting to get light headed. This was overwhelming. Her next breath did not come as easily as the first, a fact not unnoticed by the Dream King.

"Are you alright?"

"I-" she swallowed hard, trying to get past the lump in her throat, "I think I'm having a panic attack."

Dream calmly reached out and brushed his hand over her forehead, his intent to soothe her distress. Instead, a sharp spike of heat burst through his palm, quickly going icy. He heard her gasp, but couldn't tear his gaze away as the trails of ice left behind dark lines of deep purple criss-crossing over his wrist.

"What the fuck?" Her voice was barely over a whisper, the only evidence of distress the high-pitched strain that overtook her tone. Tearing his eyes from his hand, he saw the same design decorating her hand in a blue so dark it was almost black.

Her wide-eyed gaze flicked up to his, "Did you-" She left the question unfinished, not wanting to make an accusation and unsure of what to ask even if she did.

"No."

"Do you know what this is?"

"No." His voice had gone cold and hard, just like it had been their first time meeting. Her eyes flicked back to the lines marking her skin and Dream saw the panic begin to rekindle in them.

After only a split second of hesitation, he pressed his palm to her forehead again, "Sleep, now. We will speak again soon."

Her eyes grew cloudy, but she fought against his magic with surprising vigor, "No- the- n-nightmares-"

Dream's hand seemed to slide down over her cheek to cup her face of its own accord as her eyes started to glisten with fear, "You will suffer no bad dreams tonight, Dreamweaver."

And as she faded from his realm, her consciousness joining her body in sleep, Death's words about the girl's resilience to seeing inside his head echoed again. But the lines swirling over his wrist stretched from his fingertips all the way up his forearm, nearly to the elbow, demanding his attention. They were delicate, weaving together and knotting at the crossroads between, like a tangle of flower stems and intricate lace. And at the apex of it all, the palm of his hand had an empty circle at the center.

As he stared at the mark on his hand, Dream of the Endless felt something he was neither accustomed to or fond of- he felt lost.

"You look like a kicked puppy today, brother," Death remarked, not breaking pace on her way to the next destination. The city street seemed to blur behind her, though her pace appeared normal. Dream's long strides quickly made up the distance, though he said nothing.

Death's raised eyebrow slowly lowered as she noticed the markings on his hand. "It appears that congratulations are in order."

The frown lines on his face only seemed to grow more pronounced.

"Unless-"

"Unless." Dream was unamused.

"Unless you are not pleased to have found your soulmate."

If he were mortal, those words might have rung in his ears, the vibrations enough to make everything he'd known crumble. But they were not enough because he was not mortal and he did not have a soulmate.

"You believe such foolishness, sister?"

"You are so confident it is foolish with the evidence staring you right in the face?"

"This?" He raised his right hand, "This is not evidence. I have never encountered such delusion in any text or reading-"

"And you will not. But if you sought out the people who can remember the farthest back in human history, they would remember."

"If it is so certain, why is it not documented?" Dream sounded annoyed that it was becoming more difficult to be skeptical.

"It is. But it has been changed in writings, splintered and embellished, transformed into something not quite the same. They never quite get it right. But they dream of it. Surely you have seen that."

"I have. Yet I have never met a mortal with markings like this."

Death suppressed a chuckle at his determination to disprove her theory, "I myself have not seen a soul mate marking in a long time. But they exist. I suspected as soon as you'd told me the girl got in your head."

"I suppose that was a sign as well," he mused bitterly.

"Yes, it was. Why are you so determined not to believe, Morpheus? You aren't usually the type to ignore evidence. I thought you would be happy."

"Happy at a cruel joke? Even if I accepted this as truth, it is clearly the result of Desire's interference once again."

Death shook her head, "Soul mates go even beyond Desire."

"Then why is my soul mate a human?" he demanded. "Am I meant to destroy human-kind in my pursuit of happiness, sister?" He knew he was being unfair, demanding such answers from his sister, but he would not allow her to light the hope inside him. He would not have what he wanted, that much he knew.

"Of course you aren't. I don't have all the answers, Dream. But be patient. They will make themselves clear over time."

That was not what he wanted to hear. "Thank you, sister. I must go." And he did, leaving Death alone just as a sigh fell from her lips.

All day long, Y/N got remarks about the lines twisting up her wrist. After a night of blissfully peaceful sleep, she woke up feeling refreshed, taking a moment to examine the designs that had followed her from her dreams.

The lines had filled in more since while she slept. What had been dainty lines had thickened to nearly an eighth of an inch- she'd measured. What was more, the deep, rich blue that had made up the original color was deeper now, with glimmers of royal purple, black, and the occasional glint of something golden- like a raven's wings.

The lines seemed to connect at every possible juncture. The empty circle at the heart of her palm seemed like the center, although she didn't quite understand why.

There was a lot she didn't understand; why did she have a tattoo at all? It wasn't exactly normal to wake up with new ink. And based on the Dream King's reaction, it was also not normal for ancient royalty to find themselves with a flash tattoo. But she would hopefully get more answers tonight.

She was embarrassed- mortified actually, at the way she'd freaked out last night. But she had to go back. He'd called her a Dreamweaver, whatever that meant.

But when she climbed into bed that night, she tossed and turned, anxious thoughts keeping her mind active. She felt a strange sense of trepidation whenever she visited the Dreaming; she wasn't exactly in a hurry to piss off the Dream King any more than she already had at their first meeting. But more concerning than the shadow of fear was the sliver of excitement at the prospect of seeing him again.

Despite her efforts to convince herself it was the remnants of the dream, muddling her emotions, even now she could feel his pull. She could practically feel him waiting for her on the other side of her consciousness. And when she finally did drift off to sleep, she never reached a state of rest.

Instead, she found herself seated in the chair she had left behind the night before in the throne room of what she presumed was the Dream Castle. Dream was waiting for her, his throne no longer shrouded in shadow. In fact, the whole throne room was warm and well-lit, her breath catching as she gazed around at the stunning architecture.

"Did you sleep well?" Dream's voice broke her stupor, somehow managing to catch her off guard.

"What?" Her head snapped to the throne, where he was waiting.

She watched the corner of his mouth curl up in a faint smirk, "You were concerned about nightmares, if I recall."

"Oh. No- yes, I um, slept fine." She wasn't sure why she was so flustered.

Dream let out a low hum, "Excellent."

She wasn't sure what to say, especially since Dream hadn't seemed to be in the best temper when she'd been here last. She had questions, starting with what had happened to her arm and ending with what the hell it actually meant to be a Dreamweaver.

"I'm sure you have questions."

She nodded, "A couple, yes."

"I will answer to the best of my ability."

Though her gaze lingered on the marks on her arm, the words that came out were, "What do I need to know about being a Dreamweaver?"

Dream was pensive before answering, "You must remember that the Dreaming, no matter how it responds to you, is my realm. What I say goes." You had to consciously suppress the shiver that wanted to rattle you at the intense way he held your gaze while he spoke.

She nodded, "You mentioned others- who may not take kindly to my abilities."

That elicited another pause, "That question leads to many more questions. Rest assured, I will provide an overview on my siblings, but not tonight."

She bit back the torrent of follow-ups and asked instead, "Are there more like me?"

He gave his head a solemn shake, "There were a great many Dreamweavers at one point in time. But eventually they stopped emerging and died out."

"No immortality then, I take it?" She was only joking, but he shook his head seriously. She suddenly felt shy meeting his eyes, "Are you immortal?"

He cocked his head like he was determining her intentions, "Not as you might think. I am not mortal- I do not age, grow old, or die by natural causes. Though it is exceedingly difficult, I can be killed."

The silence seemed to stretch as she processed what she had just learned. Everything should have seemed overwhelming- she shouldn't believe it. But she could feel the truth of it.

Finally, she held up a clenched fist, her eyes on the dark lines glistening in the light, "What is this?"

Dream was silent for so long that she almost asked again, but he finally said softly, "It is a soul bond."

Her gaze flicked to his eyes; the dancing lights there seemed to be waiting for her reaction. Then it fell to his own left hand, where the matching lines seemed so much more elegant on his pale skin.

"What does that mean?" She asked even though she already suspected.

"I do not know." That caught her off guard; she expected him to know everything. He certainly seemed to know more than she did.

She surprised him by asking, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

He'd expected her to push for more information. "Have you always had these abilities?"

She offered a chagrined smile, "I didn't even know I had abilities, to be honest."

"You are quite skilled."

He made a vague hand gesture and she wasn't sure what he'd done. Then she caught a glimpse of light above her head, her mouth falling open at the intricate web of silvery white that seemed to hover over her head. She didn't quite understand how she had created this masterpiece of dreams, but she believed him.

It took her a moment to realize that he had paid her a compliment, "Oh- thank you." Her face felt a bit hot. "I have another question." At his nod, she continued, "Will I see you again?"

She couldn't explain it, since his eyes were so difficult to read, but he seemed pleased as he mulled that over, "You are not bound to me; you are free to go back to your life. But should you have need of the Dreaming, it is always here. I trust you can make your way back."

She couldn't place why she felt as though he were flirting with her; he clearly avoided expressing any kind of desire to see her again of his own volition.

She felt the urge to admit she wanted to see him again, grateful to her own good sense for stopping her before the words formed. Dream hadn't spelled out what kind of being he was to her, but she knew he was likely high above whatever a 'soul bond' meant. He was the definition of being out of someone's league.

So she nodded her head, "Thank you, Dream King."

A beat of silence. "Morpheus. You may call me Morpheus."

Her lips curled into a half-smile, "Thank you, Morpheus."

He wasn't prepared for how his name sounded when spoken from her lips. She wasn't prepared for the soft smile that graced his handsome face. Even solemn, he was beautiful. But a smile, faced directly at her- because of her- it was like knowing the sun was shining because of her.

She was so unprepared that she blinked, waking up in her own bed, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. A wave of emotions washed over her; loss, frustration, hope, longing. She felt desperate to fall back asleep, to see that smile grace Morpheus' face again. But if that was going to happen, she would have to go to him.

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neonovember · 24 days

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Request: Sam Wilson x younger, platonic! reader

Plot: Reader relaxing around Sam’s place in Louisiana-Bucky can be in it, reader’s relationship with him would be platonic or familial.

Louisiana Sun

steve, sam, bucky x platonic!daughter!reader, generous nods (i practically wrote a whole confession) to sarahbucky

things; dad!steve rogers moments, over protective steve, reader makes some risky decisions, bucky and same are basically your uncles, bucky is in love with sarah and louisiana by extension,

w/c; 4k (reader had to do a lot of convincing to let steve believe she wont get kidnapped in the presence of two soldiers)

You’ve never felt love like you did in Louisiana.

The sun baked grass, the humid winds kissing your shoulder. The vibrancy of colour and life that explodes on the streets, and in the caring waves of neighbours.

You taste home whenever Steve drives you up to Sam’s rickety gate, slamming the car door open to his objection and running through the winding bend of grass and willow trees. You can't wait for Steve to pull into Sam’s drive way, the bleached wooden porch calls to you in a way you can’t ignore.

So you find it exceptionally painful whenever Steve is swarmed with so much work he can’t make the drive up. And there was no way Steve would even let you take a plane ride by yourself, he says it’s cause he’d be too afraid but you think it’s because you help with the dishes.

It’s Friday evening at the Rogers, a night of pizza and Noir crime films you both adore. It’s spring break, and you've spent every waking hour with Steve cooped up at home. You don't mind it, it has made up for a lot of the father daughter time missed between missions. But god you can’t come back to school and say you spend the holidays with Captain America again.

“So..Sam called” You murmur, fainting nonchalance whilst you watch his every expression out of the corner of your eye. Gene Tirney’s whiskey voice blares from the TV screen in front of you.

“Uhm?” Steve replies with his mouth full.

“Yeah, he was wondering when I’d come down again to see ‘em. Bucky’s spending some time there too, helping out with the boat and Sarah” You reply, stretching your arms out in front of you.

“And what did you say” Steve replies after wiping away the smudges of sauce from his chin, eyes widening

“I said I’ll have to check with Corporal Rogers first” You tease

“Hey, I’m not anywhere near..”

“Dad we haven’t left this house in weeks, I’m not going to go another week locked in here” You reply

“I let you go places..remember Monday?”

“When you asked me to buy your cream of mushroom from the Bodega?!” You shriek, eyes boggling.

“Yes..?” Steve replies unsure, eyebrows furrowing

“That was a chore. For your own benefit by the way, I mean who in their right mind likes cream of mushroom?” You reply

“Ay, I’m not going to let you disrespect my taste in food for the second time today” Steve replies

“Oh please, I barely said anything about your choice of onions as a pizza topping-

“My pizza topping?? I was reconsidering dinner when you wanted pineapples. Fruit should not belong on pizza, there are rules. When I was your age we had-”

“To boil everything or else we’d get tetanus and die” You moan, rolling your eyes

“No..when I was your age I don't think pineapples even made it to New York yet” Steve murmurs, hand on his chin as if to truly consider it.

“Are you sure you're my father?” You reply, and are met with a soft cushion flying towards you.

“Work’s just been a lot lately kid. And I miss you too darn much to let you leave my sight. You know how I am, I see kids go missin’ everyday. Don’t know what I’d do if that happened to you cause I was reckless”

“You aren't getting sick of my face?”

“Never”

“You’re not being reckless Dad, I’m going to be with Sam for gods sake, and Bucky too! In Louisiana of all places! They probably mug you with bugnes as pistols” You giggle

“Don’t joke about that"

“Oh come on! You both were on a team for like eighty years, you don't trust them?”

“Of course I trust them, they’re your designated ‘if i get in a freak accident they take over’ people.

“Hey! Don’t joke about that” You quip

“I just like knowing you're near” Steve replies after chuckling

“I could just stay for a weekend! I’ll be back before you know it. Swear” You plead.

“You say that now..” Steve cocks his eyebrows, part of him knew you'd stay six months there if you could

You put on your best heartbroken pouted face whilst Steve goes through the motions of being finally convinced. His eyebrows furrow, his hand coming up to scratch at his golden locs as he considers it.

His shoulders slump, and before he can even say a gruntled “Fine..” You’re cheering, getting up to twirl around the lamp lit living room. Steve chuckles at your antics, eyes glinting with light at the sight of you jumping in happiness.

He knew he’d say yes in the end. You're his little girl, he can’t ever say no to you.

“Whilst you're up, switch out Laura for somethin’ else. We still got a checklist to get through”

“Isn’t it getting close to your bed time, senior citizen?” You giggle, reaching for the box of recorded movie tapes under the bookshelf dresser.

“Age ain't going to stop me from showing you what good cinema is” Steve barks, reaching for his glass of water gingerly.

You’re half through the Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade flickering his cigarette in flashes of black and white when Steve's phone rings.

He groans loudly, lying on his back with his legs stretched and laying on the coffee table with the bitten edges of pizza crust left over. The couch buzzes beneath your weight, somewhere deep within the crevices near spare change and ink pens it vibrates.

“You gonna get that old man?” You turn to Steve, mouth filled with cheesy saucy bread

“Easy now Rogers, and finish your mouthful”

You roll your eyes as Steve searches under the blanket stretched across you both, a sound of triumph leaves his throat when he grasps the metallic slick edges.

“Rogers” Steve grunts into the phone

“Ah Fury…Mhmm..didn’t they have Clint on that?..Right..”

You raise your eyebrows at the conversation between Steve and Fury, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he plops his head back against the head of the couch.

“For three weeks? Fury, you know I got Y/N to take care of. It’s why I transferred out of the field, it isn’t ‘cause I like reading” Steve murmurs, eyes cutting to you

Your eyebrows widen at that, mouthing to ‘pass the phone’ to Steve who shakes his head at you. Growing impatient, and longing to see Sam, Bucky and Sarah you make a mental note to blame them for the scolding of a century as you reach and swipe the phone from Steve's lazy grip.

“Yeah, I don’t know Fury- HEY”

“This is Steve Rogers manager speaking, yes he can and will be there for the mission”

“Y/N” Fury replies, his voice lit with a hint of humour at your antics.

You wrestle to escape Steve's reflexes, luckily you're a teenage girl who wants something so you're obviously faster. You throw the same pillow Steve had thrown at you before in his face, running behind the couch with the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, poking your tongue out at Steve.

“Hey Fury! How’s the wife and kids” You remark

“Who told you about my wife and kids”

“Oh Fury, think those confidential documents are safe from a certain Spider?”

“Goddamit Parker..” Fury mutters

You doge a flying pillow headed your way, Steve’s face growing red with frustration at you missing every hit. Super soldier my ass.

“Where’ll Steve be stationed?”

“Prague-wait, aren’t you twelve? I hate to say it but the soldiers right, you can’t just be left alone-”

“One word Fury. Louisiana, Beignets and a bird”

“That’s three words”

“Yeah well I ain't twelve but I didn’t correct you on that did I?”

“I’m an old man, Y/N” Fury replies gruffly

“I’m pretty sure you were in the hospital hallway at my birth..” You murmured

“How did you-?!” Fury replies

You're too busy skipping zig zag across the living room to escape the pieces of pizza, cushions and cd covers flying your way to hear him. You heard it once that it helps dodge bullets, and with the horsepower behind your own fathers arm, you think it matches.

“Makes sense anyways, there isn't a Wilson and Barnes without a Rogers nearby. You guys are like goddamn pack members” Fury replies “Let Steve know to be packed and ready by Sunday”

“Bye Fury” You giggle, swiping the red button before throwing the phone immediately at Steve who lunges for it.

Running to hide behind the first thing you see, you peek out from the forked leaves of a potted plant to see a very angry and very dishevelled Steve.

“Is now a good time to say I got a 90 on my science quiz?” You reply with a gulp

You’re smart enough not to run out the car seat the second Sam’s house comes into view, despite the itchiness festering in your bones driving though Louisiana and not being able to finally set your feet down onto it.

Steve called Sam the next morning, and you had already packed a suitcase of clothes and necessities a few days prior. You always felt healed after every road trip, and tuning out blues and Leon Bridges whilst driving through the country felt like a respite in itself.

As Steve pulls into the dirt drive way, you see Sam perches on the deck waving towards you both. You squeeze your hands into fists until he switches the ignition off, and then you are too. The car door springs open and you're rushing into Sam’s arms, giggling as he twirls you around till you're dizzy and sick.

“You’re Father has been keeping you from us” Sam says, shooting an accusatory dagger towards Steve who has begun to unload your belongings.

“Hello to you too Sam” Steve shouts from behind the open boot with a gruff voice.

Bucky’s booming voice makes its appearance before he does, rounding the corner of the back yard wiping grease off his hands onto a dirty old rag.

“If it isn’t Miss Rogers! Took ya long enough” He replies, pulling you into a tight protective hug whilst Steve sets your duffel bags on the porch edge.

Sam turns to Steve, pulling him into a hug as well, his hand slapping his back with a loud umph.

“Shame you couldn’t stay over here as well” Sam says

“Fury. Clint needs some help down in Nové Město” Steve says tiredly after embracing Bucky.

“When Duty calls” You reply

“Steve answers” Bucky and Sam say in unison.

“It wasn’t me this time” Steve points at you accusingly “The drive up here made me start regretting it enough. Lay off will ya”

“It was okay? We’ve been getting some Black bear sightings along Wood Lake” Sam replies

“We were all right. At least I won’t have a nagging buzz in my ear the drive back” Steve teases,

“Hey!” You reply, playfully pushing his shoulder.

“Don’t worry Y/N, You’re ours now. You no longer have to face that tyrant” Bucky chirps, pulling his hair back into a bun.

“And this tyrant” Steve shifts, looking down at his watch “needs to start heading back”

“Already? Can’t stay for lunch, Sarah’s making her seafood boil” Sam replies

Steve audibly groans, rocking on the balls of his feet as he shakes his head at the thought of missing out on Sarah Wilson's Louisiana renowned seafood.

“She is? Oh my god that better not be a lie Sam” You reply. Sarah’s cooking was like no other, you’ve been begging her to hurry up and make the next best selling cookbook.

“Yup, she's got me on shucking duty” Bucky says, feigning exasperation that held very thinly over the clear adoration Bucky had whenever he talked about Sarah.

You look towards Steve, and he raises his eyebrows as you both communicate silently. Bucky was head over heels in love with Sarah Wilson, it was getting annoying seeing them do this dance.

“Alright, time for goodbyes Kiddo” Steve replies after stifling the smirk that tugs at his mouth whilst he watches Bucky crane his neck at the sound of Sarah coming through the door.

“Steve Grant Rogers, you better not have thought of leaving without giving me a proper hello” Sarah calls, her dark coils pulled into a high bun that has begun to uncurl and frame her face.

“Tsk, Sarah. Of course I wouldn't leave before seeing the better Wilson.

“You got that right” Sarah chuckles, pulling Steve into a hug. Sam grumbles profanities under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

“Where are the boys?”

“Staying with a friend, did ya'll know something about this ‘hoverboard’ mess that's going around?” Sarah questions, exhaustion clear in her tone from dealing with two children wanting something.

“Could probably call Tony and he’d just make one for you” Steve replies with a chuckle at Sarah’s tone.

“Great idea soldier. Knew you were gonna leave early so I packed you a little somethin’ for the road” Sarah smirks, passing the tote bag on her shoulder that even you could smell had something decadent wrapped in careful parchment.

“Sarah Wilson, the woman you are” Steve replies, grasping the bag gingerly with a sigh as he peers into the wrapped dish.

“Ya can say that again” Bucky mutters softly under his breath, his hand coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck as Sarah shifts her gaze to him.

“Okay, I’ll admit it I’m gonna miss you oldie” You say, rocking n your feet as the feeling of separation begins to settle.

“Com ‘ere kid”

You quickly run into the open arms of Steve, blinking back tears as you lean your head on his broad shoulder. Rocking back and forth in his embrace Steve caresses your back tenderly.

“I’ll be back before you know it. We might even stay a bit longer when I do come back” Steve whispers in your ear.

You lift your head “Really? You mean that?” You whisper, as you meet his gaze, searching for any sign of a lie.

“When have I ever lied?”

“Well there was that one time you said you weren't scared of spiders..” You reply before Steve quickly cuts you off

“Okay that's enough”

You giggle, before Steve squeezes you in his arms. Shaking his head as you both part and he sets you back down.

“Never gets easier saying goodbye'' Steve replies, before moving to embrace Sam and Bucky, and placing a chaste kiss on Sarah's cheek before turning back to you.

“Now, call me before bed and in the morning, okay?” Steve replies, his tone morphing into an authoritarian lilt.

“Yep, and I'll text you some photos and videos throughout” You reply sweetly, as Steve nods along with unblinking eyes.

“What are you doing”

“I’m just taking a mental note of how you look exactly as I left you, and I will notice any piercings, hair changes and god forbid tattoos-”

“Okay, okay, just take a photo while you’re at it”

Steve shuffles on his feet, moving the back to his shoulder as he pulls out his phone

“Oh you aren’t actually-” You say, before the flash of Steve's camera cuts you off midway.

“Alright, I think I’m good to go” Steve replies, before nodding your playful punch on his shoulder.

You walk Steve to the car, hugging him goodbye again before Sam and Bucky exchange some information about something confidential, top secret, and definitely one you shouldn't listen in on.

But you do.

And it’s boring anyway.

The kitchen is bustling by mid afternoon, shells of craw fish and prawns scattered on the table counter and the dirty water of shelled oysters flowing down the edge of the grassy front lawn.

The smells of cajun seasoning and buttered corn leaves you asking Sarah when it's done every five minutes till she’s banishing you from the kitchen and sending you off with a lemonade.

You move through the littered toys and figurines AJ and Cass had left in their clear hurry to spend the night at a friend's and push the screen door open with your hip. Careful to not spill your drink, you take a seat on one of the rocking chairs on the porch with a sigh.

The sounds of the nearby pier docked with ships and fisherman makes its way even down the rocky dirt roads of Sam’s place, easy against the chirps and rustles of shrikes up above the oak and willow trees around the house.

You don't come to Louisiana to escape noise, life is all around you when you pay attention to it. New York is always awake, even at night- especially at night. Louisiana has a kind of hum that’s different, it feeds your soul.

Curling your feet underneath you, the screen door opens with a wack as Bucky stumbles onto the porch. The moisture of the beer drips down his fingers as he sits down on the adjacent chair to you.

“Sarah kick you out too?” You reply with a giggle as Bucky grumbles under his breath.

“I was just askin’ if we need to make this much food for four people..” Bucky replies, shaking his head with regret as he rests it on the back of the chair.

“Ooh rookie move mister” You reply teasingly, before Bucky cuts his eyes to you

“Oh and asking the equivalent of “are we there yet” is any better” Bucky banters, taking a swing of his beer before immediately grimacing.

“How’s you get Steve to agree to leave you for three weeks” Bucky starts, bringing his feet up to rest against the porch wooden fence.

“Oh I didn’t, Fury called and I just snatched the phone and told him he’d be there” You replied

“And you’re still breathing?!” Bucky replies incredulously

“I’m shocked by myself. But what about you?”

“Me? What about me?” Bucky replies with an eyebrow raised

“Are you staying in Louisiana indefinitely? Makes it a lot easier to convince Dad to move down here too” You continue

“I..I don't know. Maybe. Helping Sam out with the boat and everything has been good. Really good in fact. The people here aren't afraid of me..or this” Bucky points to the vibranium compartments of his arm.

“I wasn’t, I knew they wouldn't be too” You muse, smiling as Bucky looks up at you.

“Thanks kid. Finally starting to feel normal again, part of the community now I suppose. It’s weird, even back in Brooklyn i never felt so..a part of something before”

“Can’t just up and leave ‘em like I would’ve before. Especially when Sam needs my help”

“And Sarah” You add, hiding the smile behind a nonchalant nod.

“Yeah..Sarah” Bucky adds, his eyes glazing over as he leans back, eyes shifting to the towering tree leaves that cover half the sky.

You watch him carefully, seeing the way his leg jitters a little at the mere mention of Sarah, how so in love he is with her and you can’t help yourself anymore.

“You love her, don't you?” You murmur, as Bucky quickly swings his head to look at you.

“Hmp?”

“Sarah?” You inquire, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

“I see the way you look at her, the way you both look at each other, and I’m here practically every summer break. Which is never”

Bucky’s face morphs from shock to realisation, sitting upright as he scratches at his dark overgrown hair.

“You think she looks at me? I mean, in that way?” Bucky asks after a pregnant pause, his voice quiet and filled with anxious shyness. He can’t even look at you, looking out into the rounding hills of the roads and houses ahead.

“I know she does. Let it be the teenage girl who can tell who is acting like two love sick high schoolers” You grin, as Bucky’s eyes twinkle, unable to hide the adoration and love about to burst through.

“Or let that Chef who came down from Chicago swept her off her feet..what was his name again?” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows as you take a sip of your melting lemonade.

“Easy now, Rogers” Bucky replies with a bark, jaw clenching at the thought of Sarah being with anyone else.

“Foods ready!” Sam calls out from the kitchen window and Bucky helps you up from your seat, tipping out the last of his drink onto the stepped on grass before you both make your way back inside.

The thick book raised high above your face does little to block out the midday sun, you’re lying on the dock, the wooden planks warm underneath your shirt as the ends of your hair dip into the lake’s surface.

It’s a quiet hidden sort of mystical place, off the side of Sarah’s house where practically nobody but the Wilson's and by extension now you and Bucky now know about. Sarah divulged memories of spending new years here with the boys and their father years before, how it seemed likes their own little getaway.

The yellowed pages of Bucky’s first edition Hobbit flick between your fingers as you fly through the adventures of Bilbo and the fantastical realm of Erebor. You notice AJ and Cass’s squeals and laughter suddenly silent, and for the first time since you had laid down you sit upright looking across the grassy field.

The boy’s frisbee you had lost many games to earlier is dashed to the side, and as you wipe lazy exhaustion from your eyes to see Sam pull out a notebook and pen on the rug. Dusting off the dirt from the dock, you make your way through the grassy foxgloved trail towards him.

“Where did everyone go?” You question, throwing the book onto the soft cushioned floor.

“Bucky and Sarah had to take the boys home, AJ somehow ended up hurting himself on grass. And before you ask no I don’t know how”

You giggle before plopping down on some cushions, stretching your arms out with a groan.

It’s easy to talk to Sam. About school, about New York, about life, everything.The unrelenting sun helps ease the discomfort of certain things sure, but Sam has always been your person.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, looking at Sam scribble some things into the paper

“I like to write sometimes. Not for anyone else, just for myself. Can be about how I’m feeling some days, people I remember, hell even some poetry”

“I tried the whole journal taking thing, the counselor at school said it might be good since I don't have a “conventional family dynamic”. Psycho babble for, everyone you know and love have fought aliens in space and have the capability to take down a government.

“I mean, there was that one time the Quinjet dropped you off at school” Sam chuckled

“That was one time! And that was because Tony hates traffic” You add, shaking your head at the embarrassment of disembarking from a 30 feet aircraft that works as a spaceship.

“But it must be hard, ya know? Having to share your dad with the rest of the world”.

“Hm? Sarah’s boys share you with them too”

“Yeah, but you know it's different. Parents are meant to be plain, they’re meant to live through us. Imprint all their expectations and dreams onto us”

“Well, maybe you should start seein’ things at what they ‘could’ be, instead of what they're meant to be. Sure, I don't have the kind of Dad that comes from the office at 5pm and has days off. But I get..this. You and Bucky, Sarah and a damn Asgardian King as my family. My Dad spent his whole life fighting, showed me what having immovable morals and good character makes of you. Wouldn’t trade it for the world, makes you feel a lot safer when there's an inbuilt super hero team on speed dial too”

“Damn you Rogers and your century wisdom. You spent a couple decades in the ice too?”

“Haha, don't group me with that icicle.

Birds chirp and warm wind tussles the grass you lay on.

“Oh Louisiana"

“Nothing like it ey?”

“In the entire world. Get now why Steve never allowed me to stay longer than a week”

“Why’s that?” “Cause I'd never leave. I'd probably force him to retire and build a house with his bare hands across the road from you”.

Sam chuckles.

The sound of footsteps makes its way from the trail, and Bucky appears rounding the corner, his vibranium arm glinting in the sun.

“Do I hear the familiar crinkling of Guidry’s?” You shout out excitedly as Bucky raises the familiar peach coloured paper bag in the air

“Easy with the goods, Barnes” Sam calls out, before Bucky plops down next to you, ripping open the pastry bag to unveil the perfectly powdered beignets still warm.

“Told Elijah you had come down for a visit and he gave a little extra” Bucky says, before reaching for one of the pastries dusted in snow.

“Yeah…Steve was right” You reply, after groaning at the sweet and airy taste of the most perfect fluffy pastry you have ever tasted

“Bout what?” Sam and Bucky both say in unison mouths filled and faces covered in powdered sugar

“I’m never gonna leave” You giggle, wiping the sugar from your chin.

The sun makes its disembark down the coastline, as tunes of Etta Jones, Rockettes and Hozier murmur from Sam’s faded blue speaker. You fill your stomach on sugary beignets and sweet tea, leaving sticky fingerprints on card faces through hour long games of Euchre through the afternoon light.

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The Babysitters Part 2: Prove It Short Story

Prompt: Hey can you please do one with Rowan or any of the drivers baby where the drivers babysit again but the kid cries the whole time and the drivers has absolutely no idea where what to do and its almost the same as that episode of friends where Emma cries and Phoebe asks have I gone death please

Written by raelee / posted Jan 4

Word count: 1.517

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“Are you excited to spend the day with Uncle Charles, Rowan?” I ask the six year old as we approach the Ferrari driver.

He looks up at me from where he’s holding my hand, eyes gleaming. “Yeah! Is he going to give me candy for lunch again?”

“He did what?” I whip my gaze to Charles, narrowing them into a glare. He at least has the knowledge to look sheepish at Rowan’s slip up.

“Nothing,” Rowan quickly corrects himself.

“Thanks for taking care of him,” I tell Charles as Rowan lets go of my hand to run into his unofficial uncle’s arms. I make sure not to say that Charles is babysitting him, because Rowan’s at the age where he gets upset as soon as he hears that word.

“I’ll take any time that I get to hang out with my little man,” he states, ruffling my son’s hair.

“Mommy and daddy are doing a photoshoot,” Rowan informs his uncle.

“And your brother and sister are in it too! Why aren’t you in it?” Charles questions curiously.

“They’re not in it,” I give him a confused look.

“Then why am I not hanging out with them too?”

“Keagan’s a ball of energy today and Avery is very cranky-””So cranky,” Rowan cuts me off, making us giggle.

“I didn’t want you to have to deal with that.”

“Psh,” Charles waves me off. “I can handle it.”

I raise my eyebrows at him. “Are you sure? A curious six year old, an energetic three year old, and an irritated one year old?”

“You do it, how hard can it be?”

“I kinda want them to be on their worst behavior now just because you said that.”

He laughs as I pull out my phone to text Max to bring the other two kids over.

“What’s going on?” Lando pops his head into the Ferrari garage.

“Lando,” Rowan cheers, running at his other unofficial uncle and hugging his legs.

“Hey buddy,” Lando hugs him back.

“I’m babysitting the three Verstappen kids,” Charles announces.

“Without me?” Lando hollers.

“Sh, you’ll wake her up,” I hiss, watching as Max approaches while holding Keagan’s hand and a sleeping Avery in his arms.

“She is so precious,” Charles squeals, holding out his arms to take her from Max.

“Be careful, she’s very cranky today,” the Red Bull driver warns.

“I know, Y/N already told me,” Charles rolls his eyes.

“Can I babysit too?” Lando asks eagerly.

“Take care of,” Rowan corrects with attitude.

“Sorry, can I take care of them too? I want to start having kids soon.”

“You kind of need to have a partner in order to do that, Lando,” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“I know that, Y/N,” he glares at me. “I’m working on it.”

“I’m sure Charles will need the help,” Max rubs the back of his neck anxiously, obviously unsure about the other drivers taking care of his three pride and joys.

It starts out great. Rowan asks for some food so they head to the Ferrari motorhome, sitting down and giving each boy a bowl of cereal while Avery naps in Charles’ arms.

“How is karting going?” Lando asks the two boys while they eat.

“Good, I ran a kid off the track the other day,” Rowan giggles.

“You’re not supposed to do that, buddy,” Charles tries to reprimand while Lando laughs, which defeats the purpose.

“Keagan can go around the whole track without daddy’s help now,” he continues.

“Great job, Keagan,” they praise.

It’s at this moment that Avery wakes up. She shakes her tiny hair, blonde curls bouncing as she slowly opens her eyelids. The baby lifts her head to look at the person who’s holding her, expecting it to be her dad, the person who was holding her before she fell asleep, only to her horror it’s Uncle Charles.

She doesn’t want Uncle Charles.

She wants daddy.

She erupts into screams and tears.

“Charles, what did you do?” Lando gasps.

“I don’t know,” Charles hisses, trying to bounce the little girl in his arms. That only makes her cry harder.

“Well get her to stop before Max hears.”

“We walked from far away,” Keagan comments.

“I know, but your dad has like supersonic hearing when it comes to you guys,” Lando responds, eyes locked to the reddening baby.

“What’s with all of the noise?” Carlos exits a hallway, approaching the table of five.

“She won’t stop crying,” the Monasque begins patting the baby on the back urgently.

“Give her here,” Carlos holds out his arms and Charles immediately passes Avery over. “Did you try a bottle?”

“No, they didn’t give us a bottle.”

“Yes, they did,” Rowan chimes in calmly, bringing another spoonful of cereal to his mouth.

“No, they didn’t,” Lando responds mockingly.

“They did, it’s in the cooler in the bag that they gave you.”

“And where’s the bag?” Carlos asks.

Lando and Charles look at each other with wide eyes.

“Well? Where’s the bag?” Carlos questions with more demand in his voice this time.

“Did you grab the bag?”

“No, I thought you grabbed the bag.”

“Well, I didn’t!”

Carlos curses softly in Spanish under his breath, the pacing that he started does nothing to sooth Avery. “Will someone just go get the bag?”

Lando jumps up from his seat, running out of the motorhome back towards the garage.

“Daddy’s not going to be happy that she’s been crying this long,” Rowan states casually.

“I miss the time when you couldn’t talk,” Carlos replies.

“I got it, I got it!” Lando runs in, setting the bag on the table. Charles stands up and they dig through it together.

“Here’s the bottle,” Charles hands it to Carlos, who tries to give it to Avery. She won’t take it, crying even louder as the milk dribbles into her mouth. “Okay, here’s a diaper and some wipes.”

Carlos stares at his teammate. “And what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Give her a diaper change.”

“Oh no, I’m not doing that.”

“I’m not doing it either,” Lando agrees.

“What happened to wanting to prepare for your future children?” Charles questions.

“You said that?” Carlos laughs.

“That’s quite a few years away, I still have time.”

Charles rolls his eyes, rolling out the mat on the ground and prepping the supplies.

He changes the little girl’s diaper, which seems to calm her down a bit but she’s still crying.

“Try her dummy,” Rowan suggests.

As a last ditch effort, Charles grabs the pacifier out of the bag, putting it in Avery’s mouth with little hope.

Surprisingly, she quickly stops crying. All three men sigh in relief, her cries still ringing in their ears.

“Wait…” Lando starts, making the other two men look at him. “One, two… isn’t there a third child?”

It takes their minds a moment to process the fact that they lost a child.

“Oh shit, Keagan,” Charles gasps.

“Well,” Carlos claps him on the back. “This seems like it’s meant for you two. Uncle Carlos has some work to do.”

He walks away before either of them can respond, causing Charles to roll his eyes.

“Come on, let’s go look for him,” Charles starts to head towards the exit, Lando following closely behind. “Lando!”

“What?” The Brit questions.

“Go get Rowan, we don’t want to lose another child,” he hisses.

The four of them set out to find the missing child, peaking into garages and motorhomes as casually as they can to not expose the fact that they lost a Verstappen child. If word got back to Max- they’d be dead men.

“We’re almost through the paddock, what if we don’t find him, Charles?” Lando questions nervously, already picturing what words he wants on his gravestone.

“We’ll find him, don’t worry,” he tries his best to reassure the other driver but he’s not that confident in his words.

That is, until a toddler comes waddling out of the Mercedes garage with none other than George Russell’s helmet on his head.

“Keagan,” Lando exclaims, running to take off the helmet to make sure it really is the little boy. Keagan pouts once his helmet gets removed, but Lando doesn’t care, tugging him into his arms. “You can’t just run off like that, bud.”

“What were you even doing in the Mercedes garage?” Charles questions.

“Giving us trade secrets,” George smirks from his seat in the garage.

“This never happened, Y/N and Max never hear a word about this,” Lando threatens.

“Trust me, as amusing as it would be, I don’t want your blood on my hands.”

The five make their way back to the Ferrari garage, arriving just in time to meet Max and Y/N.

“How did it go?” Max reaches out to grab his daughter, who squeals as soon as she’s in her daddy’s arms.

“Uncle Charles and Uncle Lando couldn’t get Avery to stop crying, then Uncle Carlos tried to help but left as soon as they realized Keagan was lost, but we found Keagan with George so it’s all okay,” Rowan explains.

“What?!”

#f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #formula 1 fanfic #sfrproveit

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Hello visual novel fans and vampire lovers! It’s been a while since I last wrote a postmortem, so I hope I’ll be able to write this concisely (and coherently).

Dahlia was a short visual novel I created in under 36 hours for Velox Formido, a shortform visual novel game jam ran by robobarbie and Allie Vera. It’s inspired by Ludum Dare, one of the longest running game jams in the world where devs are tasked to make a game in 1 weekend based around a theme. I got my start making visual novels by entering Ludum Dare…which was 10 years ago, as of 2024!

I had my eye on this game jam for a while now, as this isn’t its first incarnation. I’ve been a bit burnt out the past year or so, not completely where I can’t make progress but to where I feel like my work has slowed down a lot more than my peers and feel I can’t make anything quickly. When I saw the jam was happening this weekend, I hopped on board once the themes were announced.

the themes

While Ludum Dare has a rigorous process of eliminating themes until it gets down to the final one, Velox Formido has it where there are 5 themes that win and participants have to use at least 2 of them in their entries. The final themes were…

Enemies with Benefits

Flower Symbolism

Doomed by the Narrative

Trapped with Someone

Forbidden Romance

I started crafting ideas as soon as the themes were announced, which was what the jam started- meaning the clock was ticking!

My first idea was a shounen rivals-esque sapphic story about two rivals meeting up for alone time. I started writing it immediately but moved on to another idea- being trapped with a vampire. I doubt I’ll ever use the first idea, so I’ve shared the snippet I was able to write for it here. Every new line is the other woman talking, so think of it as a quick back and forth.

Even though I had started on this idea, I wanted to write something more… mysterious. Frilly. Girls in cute dresses, to be exact. So I began potting an idea where a girl wakes up to find a vampire in her room, unsure if she’s had her fill yet or toying with her next meal.

the story

The “flower symbolism” theme was definitely my first pick, as I love the concept of it and played around with it in my last visual novel, Asphodelium. I named the characters Dahlia (beauty, change) and Camellia (admiration, longing). Dahlia represents a change in Camellia’s life, a sudden burst of newness. Camellia longs for something different, some way for things to change.

The other theme I picked was “trapped with someone”, as the premise is a girl stuck with a vampire in her room. I didn’t want it to be outright horror, but still a little creepy and tense.

Dahlia "I've had enough pitchforks stuck in my face for today." Camellia "And why is that?" Dahlia "Because your kind isn't too welcoming to my kind." Camellia "I was asking why you were here in the first place." Dahlia "Obvious questions get obvious responses. I needed a snack, of course." Camellia "And you chose my residence." Dahlia "Didn't you say this was your fathers?" Her words curl around the last word, like ivy growing against a trellis. She's clearly already had a "snack", but was it enough to satisfy her? Or am I the main course?

Both of them are somewhat young, but there is still the element of the unknown. This creature clearly already had a meal, but does she want dessert? Is she just toying with her food? Or is she truly delighted to find someone her age to talk to?

With the time constraints I wasn’t able to flesh out much of their dynamic, but I hope it was still an enjoyable taste! The story ended up being about 2.3k words long with 3 endings.

the art

I started doing the art about….12 hours before the jam ended. I love working with fullbody sprites as they offer me a lot more versatility with posing, but I knew I didn’t have time for that here. This time I went for 3/4ths bodies, namely just so I could cut it off at the end of their dresses. I spent about an hour on each of these.

With the time crunch I didn’t have time to do concepts for them- I just winged it! I knew I wanted Dahlia to have pigtails, though she was originally going to have a purple theme. Camellia was supposed to have proper curls in her hair, but because the game starts with her being rudely awoken, I went with messy waves instead. Think of it as bedhead rather than her actual hairstyle.

I also quickly did a main menu artwork towards the end of my crunch in about half an hour. It was originally going to be the cover art on itchio but Dahlia’s >:D sprite looks more striking.

For the backgrounds I went with free photos from Unsplash and edited them. Personally, I like the look of filtered photos as backgrounds depending on the aesthetics of the game.

I didn’t have time to edit the GUI aside from the textbox, which was NVL mode.

the presentation

Dahlia is stylized fully in NVL mode, with the textbox to one side of the screen. I love NVL mode for scenes focused on narration and setting the right mood.

I was considering making the game a different resolution, but because the NVL mode is to the side rather than the entire screen I wanted to make use of the widescreen resolution.

The game is set late at night, so each of the backgrounds had to be nighttime. To match with this, I tinted the sprites to match each of them. For example, the above tint looks like this:

transform nightcolor: matrixcolor TintMatrix("#8594d6") * BrightnessMatrix(0.03) image dahlia night = LayeredImageProxy("dahlia",nightcolor)

I wanted to try something more complex like a tint + another light source overlayed onto the sprite, but ran out of time.

Another part of the presentation I did was to have a variety of shots. I had a very limited about of art to work with (only changing mouths and eyebrows, no arm poses or eye positions) so I knew I had to be smart about how I composited the scenes.

One thing I’ve done in other visual novels was to have one character further away and have another closer to the camera but their sprite turned black. This allows me to give the illusion of depth without having a sprite of the back of each character’s head.

for instance, this is that technique in Canvas Menagerie

Doing this in Dahlia was a quick and easy way to make the visuals much more interesting rather than swapping between two mostly static sprites the entire game.

The way I do it in other games is on a per-sprite basis, meaning I set brightness and position each time. It’s hectic, really! But because of the time limit for this jam, I was able to come up with a much quicker way to set it up.

transform lefttt: zoom 0.5 xalign 0.3 yalign 0.05 transform leftttb: zoom 0.8 xalign -1.6 yalign 0.1 matrixcolor(BrightnessMatrix(-1)) xzoom -1

The lefttt transform is for the character in the back- in this example, that’s Camellia. The leftttb transform (b standing for “black”) is for the character in the foreground who’s shrouded- in this example, that’s Dahlia.

Basically, the leftttb transform sets the sprite to a bigger size than the farther away sprite, sets the position, and then makes the color completely black before flipping the sprite (because this should be us seeing them from behind).

I also did quite a few small animations in the game, such as Dahlia dancing around or bouncing up and down. You define it once as a transform and can reuse it again and again.

transform dance: ease 0.7 xoffset -59 linear 0.25 ease 0.6 xoffset 74 linear 0.19 ease 0.76 xoffset -70 linear 0.3 ease 0.7 xoffset 102 linear 0.2 ease 0.8 xoffset 0

If you’d like to see the code in action, then guess what- I’ve released the entire source code for the game on GitHub! Feel free to sift through it to see the components in action and copy some of the code for your own projects. All I ask is that you do not redistribute the game (i.e. download the code, make a build in Ren’Py, and redistribute that as your own game).

wrapping up

I’m pretty happy with how Dahlia came out. It’s short and visually distinct and helped “prove” to myself that I’m capable of making visual novels in a weekend still. I tried to avoid spoilers here, so if you haven’t played it already then give it a try!

— Arimia

#visual novel #visual novels #indie games #visual novel game #indie game dev #game jam #game jams #velox formido #postmortem #post mortem #game dev post mortem #my games #dahlia

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discotenny · 6 months

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I woke up this morning thinking about how,we don't truly know ramuda's lifespan... his metabolism is clearly differdnt than ours because, at this point, eating mostly vandy would get to him in some way. I know health is not always observed in hypmic (i.e. hifumi never realistically having time to sleep, required drinking habits as a host, or how often dostuhon goes out drinking) but with ramuda, it's important, it's aknowledged to some degree

If his body was only meant to sustain itself until he had fulfilled his mission, what would come next? they really wouldn't need him, if the party of words had their way, entirely, if the divisions had torn each other apart and ramuda never diverged from the path they set for him...

So what now? Has loving you really become his purpose?

If he falls in love with somebody, anybody, truly falls in love and let's himself be vulnerable with them... protecting them at all costs would certainly be on his mind. So is this is new mission?

What happens when you die, safely in his arms, maybe of old age. You walked through life hand in hand and he saw to it that you were always safe, always happy. and now you're gone, and now his mission is complete, Maybe he passes away as well.

IS THIS TOO SAD I DON'T KNOW. IS IT EVEN SAD AT ALL IDK. I AM ALSO REALLY NOT VERY ELOQUENT SO SORRY LMAO

NOOOOO THIS IS SO GOOD ANON THIS IS SOOOO GOOOD!!! kicking my feet at the “has loving you really become his purpose” that was so hard ommgmgmgmgmgmggggg. Anon ur brain is so big ur brain is so eloquent I love this.

———

Ramuda, a being born to deceive turning into a man living to love. His whole purpose, his reason for existence turning into making you happy for the rest of your days.

Ramuda wakes up with a smile every morning because it’s a sign he’s doing his job right. He sees you by his side and nothing more than love and relief shapes his smile. Every day he sees the sun is another day he’s going to love you right.

Following the end of Chuoku’s reign, Ramuda takes on a more domestic role. He wakes up first, and after convincing himself to stop staring and get up, he makes breakfast for you to share in bed ;_; Being a fashion designer he spends most of the day at home and in his studio, so he has a lot of time to do whatever errands or chores you ask of him!!

If you’re a homebody too, he’ll make most of the money for your household, don’t worry about it!! If you’re working, Ramuda will send you off with a kiss and greet you back with a hug.

Your routine is perfect, he thinks. Every day he makes it a point to make you smile at least once and he always succeeds. Even if you fight, even if you have a bad day, he’ll always be sure to put a smile on your face at least once.

He thanks you every night before you go to sleep. “Why do you thank me all the time?” you asked him once.

“It’s cause you truly saved me,” he says, kissing your nose before snuggling closer to you.

When it comes time to spend your last day with you, Ramuda asks for more time. After days, months, years of loving you right, Ramuda can’t help but ask for more. He’s greedy and desperate, not wanting to be alone again for the first time since he was made.

But you do pass and he can’t do anything to stop it. But be doesn’t have any regrets, he doesn’t regret anything leading up to this, from his creation to your meeting to the years and years of loving you- he’d do it all over again if it meant another day in your arms.

He may pass, just as you say anon, but maybe he’ll wake up to another sunrise. Maybe he’ll get another lifetime to love you right.

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;_;

Hypmic plot spoilers under cut so I can talk abt Ramu more KANDKDBDKJS

I was always under the impression that the candies were the actual thing keeping him alive, which is where that whole plot beat of him almost dying (?) and confessing to GenDice and Dice going to his mom to beg for more came from. She says no and I’m unsure of where they got more (maybe from Rei???) but he’s still kicking!!

HUT UGH !!! It’s portrayed that the battle with his clones was LITERALLY life or death for Ramu cause he was so weakened trying to portion out his candies. Like it’s implied he wouldn’t have made it if Dice and Gen didn’t pop in and just ekenkfnkmlmkmk I love him I love Ramu sm my baby

Also I never realized Hifu probably never sleeps LMAO. Maybe Doppo absorbed all the tired energy so Hifu can survive the day.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis microphone x reader #ramuda #ramuda amemura #hypmic ramuda x reader #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura x reader #asks are fun uwu #anon u should consider starting a blog if u haven’t already this writing was so good kdbdkdbdkdndk

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imminentinertia · 8 months

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In which I keep a promise to a bunch of people who read a fic five years ago and try to explain why I'm doing that now

In 2018, @vesperthine and I collaborated on run down till the rain delights you and when some people asked for more, we promised a sequel. That didn't happen.

Until now.

Now it's snaking its way to AO3 like an aging Toyota on cold Tromsø roads (I'm really sorry for this silliness but one of the inspo photos we used did this to me).

There's a bit of a backstory:

First of all, you have @nofeartina to blame for run down in the first place and @peacestew to blame for me sliding into the SKAM fandom in 2023 going "hiiii I haven't been in this fandom for years but here's a fic".

In 2018, Tina wanted fisherman!Isak in a knit woolen jumper* and somehow roped V into writing it, and then V somehow roped me into a collab (I'm still entirely unsure how I ended up saying yes), we brainstormed and looked for inspo and wrote some scenes** to see how it went. Fisherman!Isak turned into marine!biologist!Isak with an old fishing boat and a cabin, Even pretended to be suave, the Tromsø area piped up about wanting to be more of a character than a location and there we were:

Gif by @peacestew

It was so much fun writing with V, and we got along so well, so we wrote a short sequel quite soon after. It just needed a few final tweaks.

Then life happened.

Long story short, I haven't heard from Vesperthine since summer 2019. I hope she's happy and well, and I hope she's writing original fiction because she's seriously gifted, and I miss her because she's a very sweet and smart and lovely person. I was left with a nearly finished draft and a hope she'd turn up again. Since then I've turned down requests to translate and podfic run down, and disappointed a few people asking about the promised sequel, because it didn't feel at all right to make those decisions without V's input.

But it's been five years (!!!), I doubt I'll ever hear from her again, that draft is sitting there on my drive, and... so earlier this year I started thinking about just going ahead and posting it. I went through all our notes and figured out what remained to be done (not much, we even had the title ready), and decided to do those tweaks at some point.

Then Peace slid into my notes a while ago (it had been a few years since we were in touch, I love it when old mates show up), we chatted quite a bit and somehow mentioned run down, and I'm entirely unsure how this snowball started rolling but now we're doing an art + fic collab with that sequel. She's been terribly enabling, and dangling pretty gifs in front of me, how could I resist? She even made a gorgeous title gif for run down. V would have been just as happy with this, I'm sure.

Considering that the sequel was just about finished, and V and I never had any actual disagreements while writing (one tiny scuffle about adjectives, we compromised), I think she'd be okay having her name put on the sequel. And I am okay with making that decision, since it's been so long. I've done the final editing, Peace has added her lovely gifs and now I'm just going to work up the courage to post it.

As stupid as I feel giving directions for fic reading I recommend you read (or re-read, bless everyone who has read it) run down till the rain delights you first, I'm not sure the sequel will make much sense otherwise.

the roll of the harbour wake is coming soon to a fic archive near you. Peace and I hope you will enjoy it.

Gif by @peacestew

*the fic was almost immediately nicknamed The sweater fetish fic. Drooling over the guys in knit woolen jumpers kept happening for ages.

**the first scene we wrote didn't actually make it to run down, but we put it in harbour wake, and it goes to show that sometimes a fic takes a very different direction from where you start it.

#skam #evak fic #skam fic #run down till the rain delights you #the roll of the harbour wake #peacestew #vesperthine #sea dreams

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zoeysdamn · 2 years

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There shall be night - Part.1 Morpheus x priestess! reader

Religious themes (Ancient Greece)

The Morpheus x reader doesn’t start right away, I’m not good at making things happening quickly lmao

Also, English isn’t my first language, I apologize deeply for the possible grammar mistakes!

Enjoy ♥

There used to be a time where gods were worshipped by mortals, way more than the modern times ever could. Those times were the era of temples and devoted beings, of prophecies and offerings. Some gods took pride in having so many signs of devotions in the followers and temples dedicated to their names. Some simply never answered the prayers, remaining silent and absent to their devotees’ words. And some of them had peculiar worshippers, who would gladly serve them through their own duties. Even though ageless, the young Dream of the Endless knew that his priestesses belonged to the last kind of worshipers. Back then in Ancient Greece, even before he married Calliope, he discovered his first devotees.

The first one was already a middle-aged woman when he first met her in the Dreaming. Back then, lucid dreamers were still a relatively new phenomenon in his realm. When he saw the woman consciously wandering through his realm and interact with other dreamers, he said,

“Who are you, dreamer?”

“A simple woman” she said

“How come you interact with other’s dreams?” asked the Dream Lord, perplexed by such action.

“So they can go through their sleep as it was intended, my Lord”

Narrowing his eyes and still unsure of her intentions, he asked her “Are you here to try to change the course of those people’s dreams, woman?”

“That is not in my power, my Lord” she said humbly. “I am but making sure they carry on their sleep, for they need this place as much as the feeling of the earth beneath their feets when they have woken up.”

A long silence hung in the air. The King of the Dreaming took a long look of this woman, already a long way through her lifetime, considering the era ; her kind eyes and strands of grey hair, the shawl on her shoulders and her hands humbly tucked together before her, reminded him somehow of the Hekate. Nothing made him believe she could be lying, although he still didn’t really understand why she wanted to make sure the dreamers stayed the planned time in his realm.

“Why are you helping those dreamers, woman? Do you have any interest in doing so?” asked Dream.

“None but helping you through your duties, Oneroi” she answered calmly with a bow of her head. “Dreaming is a powerful thing that we humans may not always understand. I merely wish to help those who seek answers for this part of their lives. For I believe this realm is no less real than the grounds we’re walking on day by day”

Dream inhaled deeply, quite impressed by the clarity of this mere mortal’s mind. For he knew every single creation of his has a purpose for dreamers, it was rare that someone else shared his opinion.

“Very well” he stated slowly “If you wish to serve the Dreaming, then you shall. Help the dreamers, in your world or mine, woman.”

“I am at your service, my Lord”, bowed the woman in response.

And thus, the first Priestess of Morpheus was created.

When she was a little girl, (Y/N) had heard her grandmother's story countless times. Her grandma may have been close to a hundred years old, she would always take time for her precious granddaughter if she asked for the story one more time. They would sit together on the temple’s stairs, the old priestess and the young child, talking for hours until the sun went down.

“Grandma, what's Dreaming like?” asked (Y/N) while playing with the hem of her white robes.

“It is a place where all became possible, my child” respond the eldery woman “You can feel everything and more if you open yourself to the land of Dreams”

“Is that why you go there so often? To feel things?” frowned the child, not entirely sure of what it meant.

“No child, I already feel plenty of things in the Waking World. But the experiences in the Dreaming helps me to see things differently here, for we all have a lot to learn from our dreams”

“Even…from our nightmares?” (Y/N) asked in a small voice.

Her grandmother looked at her fondly and cradled her grandchild in her arms “Yes, even from our nightmares. That is why there is no use to deny ourselves from dreaming. Wonderful things can comes from it, however the Dream Lord has shaped it for us”

(Y/N) hummed pensively in response, like she slowly understood what her grandmother said. She knew that her grandmother was this old thanks to the Dream Lord’s doing. Her own mother once told her that some sand gave her a longer life, in reward for her duties. (Y/N) didn’t understand it yet, but it was alright: her mother and grandmother often spoke in mysterious terms to her, but she knew that it would make sense one day. All the other priestesses say so, too.

“Did you have another dream, my child?” asked her grandmother as the setting sun rained his golden light on the temple.

“Hmmm” hummed the little girl. “I dreamt that Poeinos, the fisherman’s son, would find a rabbit behind Athena’s statue near the place. Argis’ nephews were there, too.”

“And what of it?”

(Y/N) stayed silent a few seconds before answering “It happened this morning, just like in my dream”.

Sensing the uneasiness of the young girl, the old priestess ran a soothing hand in her hair.

“Does it frighten you, my child?”

The young (Y/N) shrugged a bit “I don’t know. A little, maybe”

“You are gifted with a precious skill, young one. For premonitory dreams are quite rare, even among us priestesses”

“Will I make a good priestess, grandma?” she asked, looking up at her parents.

The old woman looked at her fondly. She gazed at her granddaughter, remembering her smiles, the small frown of her eyebrows when she tried so hard to understand things, her willingness to always help those who visited the temple and seeked other priestesses’ help, and the devotion she already unconsciously helds for the Dreaming world. She was thankful and happy to have lived long enough to see her granddaughter grow, already becoming a better priestess than she ever was.

“You will be, my child. That you will be”

(Y/N) smiled brightly at the older woman, and squeezed her into a tight hug. Before them, the sun was dying on the horizon, colouring the sky with red and orange hues. High on the celestial vault, dark shades of blue were already spreading ready to envelop the Waking world into the familiar embrace cherished by the two women on the stairs.

“There shall be night” said the old priestess in a calm voice.

(Y/N) nodded, already used to the Dream Lord’s followers' usual saying.

“There shall be night” she repeated.

[Part.2]

A/N: I literally haven’t write anything since 2019 lmao I have 0 clue of what I’m doing rn *sobs*

This was supposed to be a simple reader insert and now boom, I’m already writing part 3, plz help me

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #Dream of the endless x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #lord of dreams #reader insert #the sandman netflix

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mimiwritcs · 10 months

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FIGHT FOR YOU (3/?)

FANDOM: Divergent

PAIRING: Eric Coulter x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: this is after four+eric's initiation and before tris'. this will be the build up of the characters as we got introduced to them as well as maybe the society. not just a love story but we aim for characters' growth and storytelling.

WORDS: 2.8K

A/N: i love how you can definitely tell at the beginning my muse was cut short with all the basics, working up on the story and by the end where i start to divert from the original my muse just goes off the rats. get comfy for the ride cause shit is about to go down in next ones. thanks for reading, if you choose to.

You awoke disoriented, unsure of your location, and plagued by the sound of metallic blows. "Initiates, up, come on, we don't have all day," Four shouted. Then you recalled that it was your first day of Dauntless initiation. While you lay out on the bed and took in your surroundings, getting rid of the rheum. They were all moaning, looking sleepy, and trying to remember where they had put the attire that had been handed to them the day before.

You sprang out of bed and pulled the folded clothing you had left the day before from under the bed, praising yourself for sleeping well and being able to wake up swiftly. You started to change, and as you did, you suddenly recalled how you had griped about having to adjust in front of everyone and how, on the first day, you hadn't given it any thought. You ran into the bathroom once dressed in your shoes in hand to splash water on your face and put your shoes on while you were on the toilet.

"Ready" you said as you walked through the chaotic room of people trying to get their act together. "Then come on, towards the training room." Four replied, almost without looking at you. You firmly climbed the stairs and made your way to the room you remembered, which was fortunately close enough to the bedroom. When you walked in there, there weren't even five people, counting Lauren. "Good morning" you greeted as you joined Lauren who was talking to the other initiates that were waiting.

It took almost five minutes for the final person to enter the room, trailed by Four very unhappy. "Now that we are all here, please group yourselves, today you have been woken up because it is the first day. You will be responsible for each one of you, be here ready at 8 AM without any delay. So I hope we don't have to drag you out and wait ages like we did today. We will train from eight to six, with a break to eat. After you are free to do whatever you want." Four commented as he walked around the circle where we all where.

"Whatever you want, but remember that you will only be allowed to leave the compound when accompanied by a Dauntless." Lauren added.

"As some of you already know thanks to our little intervention yesterday, those born in Dauntless and those transferred will be separated during the first phase of the Initiation, but they will be evaluated together in our precious ranking, you will love it." scoffed Four. "This determines the order in which you will choose a job afterward, and as a novelty of this year only the top ten will be integrated into the group. We'll have three phases. First phase, physical. Second phase, emotional. Third phase, mental. Four initiatives will be suppressed in the first phase and the rest at final test"

"What will happen if we are suppressed?" Milan asked. "They will live factionless" Lauren replied seriously.

With so much information, that dubious side of your head, questioning the decision to have come when you were at the ceremony, seemed to come back easily. You couldn't understand why they basically kill people off so fast, sending them to the Factionless, but it seemed clear why every year they seem to be more of them. You sat in a butterfly position and began to jitterily move your legs up and down. Nothing scared you more than becoming a Factionless and you refused to live like this. The selection process was hard, excessive from your point of view, but you tried to not start spiraling. You just hoped you would be enough to make it to the cut. After all, now you only had to worry about being better than four of them, could you?

You were clear that it would be difficult for those born in Dauntless to have a cut, they would have to be very bad. Be better than 4 of them. You began to look at the transferees, and you could notice a few were also judging one by one to find out their possibilities. Faces that had been friendly before were now clearly under tension from the competition that had just begun. You didn't know what it would all consist of, but you were willing to give it your all, as the other route just simply wasn't an option. Despite the fact that the Aptitute Test indicated that you were Dauntless, you couldn't help but have self-doubt. Everyone in this room also got that this was their place, their home, and that half of them would be ejected nevertheless.

"I also want to be absolutely clear that we won't be questioned going forward and that any threats will be real and consequent" The girl who questioned Four yesterday, Rose, was the focus of his attention as he spoke while looking at the group. "We want to make sure that those who are actually deserving of Dauntless membership become one, hence we have severe requirements and this is not a game. We're here to educate and support you. Although we will continually push you to your limit, but you can do it" Lauren continued with a friendlier tone.

"Well, with all this said. Let's start saying goodbye, we're going to another training room. Transferred, with me" Four exclaims, clapping his hands demanding speed. You quickly got up from the ground, meeting Anderson's gaze and giving him a half smile as you quickly walked over to Four's group and followed him towards another smaller training room where you were now, with a large space in the center and intervals of almost a meter, along one end of the room with black punching bags. "Okay, first day, first class. We are going to teach you how to fight and above all how to win. We will start with a bit of theory, and we will see what you can do and what can help you. The purpose of this is to prepare to act, to prepare your body to respond to threats and challenges." explained Four.

Is this theory class? You laughed to yourself. Where were the papers and pencils to aim? Your old Erudite professors would have had a fit. You started to disperse around the room with a punching bag behind each person, staring toward the center where Four was beginning to list various punches while simultaneously performing each one, first against the air and then against the punching bag.

Even though they stated it was going to be a theory session, you hadn't stopped practicing for the first four hours while getting advise and analyzing your strengths and weaknesses for a fight. By the end of the class, you were really exhausted. You were agile and had learned a lot, but you lacked strength. You needed to increase your stamina, but you were more ready than ever to engage in combat. That was noteworthy. In an effort to take advantage of the opportunity to have a fast shower while your friends went to the dining room, you made the decision to sneak into the room.

You were astonished to see Alvin and a few other classmates giving Anderson and a few other classmates who were born there a tour of the room when you got out of the shower. You were relieved that you changed in the showers and not wait to get to the room to do so. "What do you think of our charming home?" You questioned them as you tried to organize your long mane of hair by drying it with a little towel. "But look who we have here, are you already hiding the first day?" Clark joked. "It's the same as ours, just a room" someone commented from behind.

"Yes, it's the most common, and I'm not hiding, but if it's like ours, then you can imagine how long the lines are for the showers and how difficult would be to unwind while a group is eagerly waiting for you." You grinned, "So it's a win-win. " They noded."How did your first day go?" Anderson asked. "A lot of fight," you paused "theory" you marked as quotes in the air", but we haven't stopped boxing and you?" Asked. "Well, we skipped theory class and we started giving each other shit," Clark joked. "It won't be long until we do either," Alvin added.

"Hey, would you mind waiting five minutes while I dry my hair? Then we'll go to eat before they finish the last piece of the cake," you proposed. "Does it take five minutes for you to dry your hair?" Alvin rolled his eyes as he and Clark sprawled on the bed, exaggerating the dramatization, making you laugh. "Yeah, I know but I've always been one of the fastest girls to get ready so don't complain", you demanded as you went to the bathroom area. "Hey, some of us are go to the hairdresser's this afternoon after training, I'm sure they can do a fix for you" Anderson exclaimed.

You noticed you required a lower maintenance lifestyle to keep up with everything as you looked in the mirror. Although you had always enjoyed your long hair, it was beginning to get in the way and bothered you all morning at training. "Maybe a change wouldn't be so bad.. I'm in" you exclaimed while drying your hair. "Come on, now we can, go thanks for waiting"

After eating, Four led you to a new smaller room, full of hanging weapons. "Alright, for your second class, you will learn about weapons and when or how to use each." Four began to explain. Even though you paid great attention, it seemed hard to memorize all that knowledge as well as the information from this morning without any written guidance. They just used memorization and repetition to educate you in Erudition. And now, even though you knew you shouldn't and that it wouldn't be well received, you couldn't help but raise your hand despite having a good memory but not so good for it. "Excuse me, Four…" he raised an eyebrow looking at you, "Yes?" He asked. "I know it's probable you won't like what I'm going to say since it's too much Eru-" but he swiftly interrupted you, saying, "Then don't"

"Yeah but I can't help it, please, I think all these explanations are fantastic but it's a lot of information to retain from a single class to pure memory, you don't have any book, a database somewhere or with a sheet or paper just enou-" he interrupted her again, it was noticeable that you were starting to irritate him but you didn't want to throw yourself back, you weren't asking for anything out of place. You had to learn, so why not use a strategy that has served you well for so long?

"If you got Dauntless on the aptitude test, are you for real asking me for a book?" Along with Four, several of the other members couldn't help but chuckle. "I was unaware that books were reserved for the Erudite." You attacked him, you didn't know if you were going to screw up more, but you had to explain yourself. "I thought that the factions were there to help each other improve, with their advances and customs, and it cannot be denied that the Erudite system works to learn. You yourself said this morning that we have to exploit and discover what our strengths are, then learning basic knowledge of a topic from a fucking book is mine, and I'd like to be able to exploit it" You said standing firm and you saw how something in Four's look changed. After a few seconds of tension, he relented, "We've already wasted too much time, we'll deal with that afterward"

You spent the last hour and a half practicing with the Dauntless guard's most typical firearms. Your aim wasn't at all horrible, at least. When you first held a gun, you were timid and polite; nevertheless, by the time the lesson was over, you had realized the might of the weapon and knew that, once you had it under control, nothing would be able to defeat you. Four handed you an oral exam after the lesson when you went to put the weapons back where they belonged. Of course, no one objected, and you could see that this was because of your previous dialogue, so you made an effort to respond appropriately each time. However, the majority of the names, as well as their applications and calibers, were unclear. "All right, I'll let you go; this has taken too long out of your spare time, I apologize. Y/M follow me, we won't be long" Your comrades gave you a surprised and encouraging glance as you rapidly followed Four as he walked past the initiates who made place for him.

You followed Four along the hallways until you arrived at the offices. Everything was tranquil, and several elderly folks were roaming the rooms with different files. Four commanded, "Wait for me here," as he took a look around. He then tapped on the door, and when he saw no one there, he entered. Not even a few minutes had passed when you were shocked to hear someone speak to you in an extremely nasty manner. You turned around and saw Eric, one of the commanders who had dared you to jump the day before to enter the compound, asking, "Who you are and who the hell has let you pass here?"

"Y/M, sir. I'm expecting Four." As you answered, almost without realizing it, you stood up straight and met his eyes. Gorgeous, enormous blue eyes, you thought. "An initiate? And where is he supposed to be now?" he inquired. "Yes, 4th jumper." You repeated it even though you weren't sure if it was necessary or not, but because you had already been called that in class a few times, you thought you should add it. "He's there" you revealed pointing with your heard the door that was in front of you, Eric complained as he heard someone yell from the other door, "What are you doing Eric, we need the reports." "I'm going, fuck," he yelled. He pointed his finger at you and said, "I'm going back fast, don't leave without you two talking to me first," as he went to the room where they had called him.

Just as Eric disappeared from the hallway, Four left the room. "Okay, here it is, alrig-" Four began to speak. "Before anyt-" you wanted to start to warn him but he didn't let you continue. "No, it's my turn." he claimed. "I believe what you stated today is crucial, even though not many people can agree with it. We all need to learn from one another, but don't believe it will be that easy. I've seen what you know today, and tomorrow I'll grade you on everything in this book, so for your own good, you'd best memoriz-" he threat was beginning, and as he spoke, his polite tone turned aggressive and then abruptly he stopped as Eric asked "What is happening here?"

Four handed you the book swiftly before turning to face Eric. "Nothing. After the training, I wanted to give her something. That's all, you may now leave." he ordered. You looked at both of them seriously and could notice the tension in the environment that could be cut with a knife. And since no one else said anything for a few seconds you quickly began to walk away seeing that no one else complained about that. "Thank you, bye" you said to both of you as you walked past Eric and once you turned down the hall you rather run out of there.

Even though you were unaware of the magnitude of what had just happened, you knew it wasn't good in any manner. Four was starting to warn about you for not knowing all of this material by tomorrow, and on top of that, it appeared that you had given him trouble with a leader. Tomorrow he'd certainly be against you. You looked at the nearly 600-page book about a book of weapons. You flicked through the book a little and noticed that it had various pictures and had broken down key information. Could you memorize all this for tomorrow? As you sighed, you glanced at the clock and reasoned that your colleagues would have already left for the hair salon without you, and that it wouldn't be prudent for you to go anyway under the circumstances. You went to the Pit to get some supplies—a notebook and a pen—then you went to a nearly vacant area of the bedroom and started taking notes.

#ffy #divergent #divergent imagine #divergent stories #divergent fanfiction #fanfiction #eric coulter #eric coulter x reader #eric coulter imagine

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 6 - Nightmareless

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 6 - Nightmareless

chapter word count: 2.2k words

~1 year and 4 months before Present Day~

~Chan's POV~

~Flashback, 10 years ago~

"Channie, my boy... you're so young and yet-" The old man's speech was interrupted by a rough cough. "Yet there's no other choice for you out there. I wish- I wish I could've given you... more."

"Dad, I- no, you gave me so much, but..."

"I took over father's business when I was 32... much, much older than you are now. Double your age. Double your experience... Now you have to take over mine..."

"Dad, I don't know what you're saying-" I responded desperate, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

"Son, listen to me!" he shouted, spiralling into another coughing fit. "you can't show any weakness. EVER. If you do, they will take you down with no hesitation. You have to be strong if you're going to own this wicked business of ours."

"I don't- I can't do it, dad. You have so much more left, I-"

"No, son, I'm almost..."

"Dad, stay with me! You will survive this! You have to!"

"My time is up... just remember what I told you... These emotions of yours, they are beautiful, son, but you can't let them see it. You have to stay composed, to be cold. So cold, one would be afraid to speak in front of you. No matter how hurt you are, don't let it show. Can you promise this to me?"

"I- I'll try... Fuck." I could barely see through my tears.

"But there's one thing you have to remember..."

"DAD! NO! PLEASE!"

"It's (...)"

~End of flashback~

"NO!" I woke up, screaming. My whole body drenched in sweat and hurting.

Another nightmare...

This cursed Mafia left in my care by my father was a big weight on my shoulders. I was damn good at leading it, but sometimes I would get stuck in an impasse, not knowing what decision is best. In those times, I would reflect back on my father's words, to the numerous days he spent training me... but as the years passed, his voice became a distant thing of the past. I was not even able to recall his whole dying speech.

Way to be a good son, Chris.

Occasional flashbacks would intrude my mind during night-time, rendering me unable to sleep. But never the whole picture... What else was he trying to say?

With a head heavy as lead, I got off the bed and glanced at the time: 3:52 AM.

Well, the early bird catches the worm, right?

I quietly opened the door to my bedroom and moved towards the stairs. Looking back through the dark hallway, I saw a dark silhouette heading towards me.

"Chan?" a shy voice asked, unsure.

"Emilia?"

"I heard the door opening and... What's wrong? You can't sleep?" she whispered.

"Should ask the same. Let's go downstairs, we don't want to wake up everyone else, do we?" I extended my hand towards her, which she quickly took.

We headed down to the living room and I turned on the electric fireplace, the only source of light in the room appropriate for such an unorthodox hour.

Fierce tones of orange and yellow warmed the room, giving it a cosy feel.

"Kinda rustic, don't you think?" Emilia joked. "Should I also brew some tea?"

"Wouldn't hurt to have a warm drink."

She returned 5 minutes later with two mugs. The smell of green tea soothed me, the hot liquid warming my insides.

"Didn't even realise I was so cold." Emilia broke the silence.

"Mhm. Me too."

Inspecting her face, I noticed dark bags under her eyes and a frown on her otherwise cheerful expression.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked.

"It's... ugh" she shook her head. "Nevermind."

"Come on, don't be like that." I replied, getting closer to her on the couch and placing my hand on her thigh.

"... don't laugh at me, okay?" she replied quietly and turned her head towards me, scanning my eyes.

"Of course not."

"I just... I had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep..."

"You too?" I smiled and caressed the back of her head.

My reply seemed to take her by surprise, as her eyes grew bigger.

"Care to share?" she asked me.

"Only if you do the same."

She nodded and urged me to start my story.

"You know, Emi... I don't know how much you've heard about us before we became Stray Kids."

"Hm... not much, honestly. I just know you were called something else and that your older ruler was sort of... cruel."

"Mhm. That would be my father."

Although she seemed surprised, she didn't say anything else, waiting for me to continue.

"My father was a stern man. You could say he was rigid, even cruel at times, as you heard. But he was the best leader. We were called North Side, because he managed to take control of the whole north of the country. He would control authorities, which supplies got in and out, all trades, the politics. Everything. He was a scary man, to be honest." I chuckled, to which Emilia smiled.

"He would take good care of us... my mother and my siblings. But no matter how much power he had, he also had lots of enemies. It only took one person to betray him... poisoned him, like he was some rat. Got rid of my siblings like it was nothing."

Emilia felt the anger in my voice and grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

"He was my dad's closest ally. His right hand man. So, naturally, when I found out... I cut off his head, displayed it on a spike outside of the mansion as a warning to the others."

"Drew inspiration from Medieval England?" Emilia chuckled.

"Exactly." I chuckled, too. "That was the first time I killed someone. I was 15."

She caressed my hand and smiled bitterly.

"I had to take over the Mafia, but... how could I continue his "Empire"? I didn't know how anything worked. Don't get me wrong – he did train me for this, but theory and practice are so different. He would always make me promise that I would be cold, that I wouldn't get attached. Those worked wonders. But... he also said something else. I just can't seem to remember... I feel like it was important..."

"And that's why you're having nightmares."

"Exactly."

"So... how did you become SKZ?"

"Right. So, after investigating, I found out that a lot of father's old acquaintances planned this revolt against him. I killed them all and figured I would just disband North Side as a whole. There was barely anyone left, anyway. But it's not like I could just give up on the Mafia mindset. I trained my whole life up to that point. I was good at it. So... one thing led to another, and I was back in business with supervising trades and making sure things went by smoothly. I lost some of the territory of the Empire my father built, but I got control back of more than half of it in barely a year or two. Not alone, though. I met some other people along the way... first it was Seungmin, then Minho... Han and Felix shortly followed... and soon enough all of us bonded over this whole affair and decided we would become official. That's how Stray Kids was born."

"Wow. Well, I must say, your father taught you well, since you've been able to manage this Mafia so flawlessly."

"You think?" I chuckled. "I feel like I might screw up. That what my father told me was the most important thing in the world... and I can't remember it. I'm pissed off."

"I'm sure you'll remember it eventually. The right moment just hasn't come yet, that's all."

"Thanks, Emi."

We both looked at the fake flames of the fireplace, but soon enough I resumed looking at Emilia.

"I told you the root of my nightmares. What's yours?"

"Hmmm... you already know my whole life story though, don't you?"

"Pretty much, yea." I chuckled.

"Then you must also know about San."

"Your partner, right?"

"Mhm. Do you also know why he got killed?"

I shook my head.

"I didn't either. Until I came here, that is. He planned on leaving, too... He would always joke around that he would run away with me and show me the world outside of our little bubble. I just put the puzzle pieces together. Our Boss got rid of him, just like he wanted to do with me."

Her eyes darkened.

"The Mission he gives whoever wants to leave... It's always something impossible, you know? He probably planned to finish us off either way as soon as we said we wanted to go." she laughed bitterly. "If we wouldn't finish the mission, we would die trying... and if we did complete it, he would've killed us. We never had a choice."

I stayed silent, contemplating on her words for a bit, for they carried a lot of weight.

"So... the thing is, I'm scared... I can't sleep. I wake up shaking. Every time I close my eyes... I remember what happened to me. I'm scared of being betrayed again." She put both her hands on her face, covering her eyes.

I took her into a strong embrace, and started to tell her how different Stray Kids were. We wanted to be human beings above all, and we loved each other more than anything in the world. She was part of our team now.

"I can promise you that it won't happen. You are safe here. I give you my word."

She was shaking badly, but after a short while, her breathing regulated and she straightened her back.

"I'm sorry... it's just... I never told anyone about that, y'know?" she glanced at me, her beautiful eyes staring directly into mine.

Her wounds from our latest mission seemed to be all healed by now, just a small mark remaining on her lips.

Her lips... so plum and beautiful in the soft light. I couldn't help it. I bent towards her and placed mine on top of hers, cupping her face with my right hand.

She responded with a soft peck on my lips, while her hands found their way to my nape.

The kiss grew more passionate in the fire's glimmer, our shadows becoming one as she rested in my lap.

What's with this girl that makes me so crazy? I wondered, slipping my hands underneath her blouse. Her skin was as soft as the first time I touched her. I wished that bruises from our last rendezvous would still be visible on her neck and chest, but it felt like ages since I last met her like this.

I started kissing my way down her jaw and slowly sucked on her exposed collarbone, making her let out a soft moan.

Hearing her quiet whimpers was like music to my ears. I was completely addicted to the moans erupting from her lips, and I wanted to hear them more and more.

With her still on top of me, my next move was easy. I picked her up and got up from the couch, slowly making my way towards my room upstairs. Her weight in my arms felt just right.

We continued sharing kisses as I opened the door to the bedroom and laid her down slowly on my bed.

My hands found hers and, in contrast to the first night I tied her with my belt, I took both of her hands and put them above her head gently.

I didn't want to leave any part of her body unmarked, so I carefully lifted off her blouse and went down, planting small kisses on her abdomen. Her pants were the next ones to go, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that she wore nothing underneath.

I couldn't help it but let a chuckle escape.

"What's so funny?" she smiled.

"No panties?" I kissed her inner thigh as she parted her lips and let out another moan.

"Why would I wear any to bed?"

I trailed kissed on her thigh and reached upwards, parting her legs and planting a kiss on her core. Slowly, my tongue found her clit and drew circles around it, her whimpers getting more intense.

"Fuck, you're so good at this." She praised me.

After feeling that she was prepared to take me, I raised above her and kissed her deeply. My member quickly disappeared between her legs, our bodies moving in unison.

"You're so gentle tonight." She complimented me again, my lips in the crook of her neck kissing it ever so slowly while I was pumping in and out of her.

It only took another couple of deep thrust to get Emilia to come, and I followed soon after. She just felt so good. So right for me.

The next morning, I woke up, surprised to notice that I fell asleep in the first place.

Even more, I was perplex that it the first time in God knows how long I've slept without having nightmares.

I woke up rested, her still asleep in my bed, and had the chance to admire how beautiful she looked sleeping so soundly. I gathered from her relaxed face that she also had a nightmare-less deep sleep.

From then on, I would visit her every night and invite her to my room. We didn't always have sex; just sleeping next to her brought me a sense of peace I haven't felt once ever since becoming the leader of SKZ.

This became our routine, until...

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Kiss this dead girl walking

Childhood friend!Steve Harrington x Childhood friend!Reader

Heathers AU

Words: About 1.5k words

Warnings: mentions of sex, with some scene smutty?, Steve Harrington (and yes he is a warning), under age use of alcol (?)

Author’s note: Hi everybody! After what it feels a life I come back into writing. During this period I watch all Stranger Things and I littleraly fell il love with Steve Harrington, so here I am with a one shot about him. I decided to realize this in an AU of the Heather, the film of 1988, that I love deeply and I probably love the musical even more. I took inspiration from the song Dead girl walking, that I'll put at the end of the story. Hope you like this idea. I’m sorry for any eventual grammatical error, I just finished to write it!

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The words of Tears for Fears fill your ears to the beat of "Everybody wants to rule the world," a song released just this year in 1989. You're running away from the one and only worst party ever. Heather, the one you consider for some strange reason a "friend," has dragged you to the party of Kurt Kelly, the captain of the rugby team. Of course, she was gone right away, doing god knows what with god knows who, while you were left drinking, crammed into a dimly lit hallway among couples making out, people drinking but who were already too drunk by then, and people smoking, so much so that it created a huge cloud of smoke that obscured everything. You have recently managed to become part of the school's most popular girl group, after years of suffering and being bullied by them, but immediately you are beginning to regret it, seeing their behavior, and slowly realizing that their world, is a place where you don't belong.

The evening, however, is interrupted when, as yet another jerk hits on you, and you in response vomit your soul onto his shoes. The only thing you remember before you get into the car is Heather's contrite face at your gesture, to which you in response, thanks in part to some of the liquid courage you had drank, tell her to go to hell, and that you don't want to be friends with her anymore.

Those words were the signature for your death sentence; you are now nothing more than a dead girl walking.

You wake up from these thoughts that have numbed your mind so far, and you realize that you are standing in front of Steve Harrington's house. When you were kids you were close friends, then you sought the path to popularity, while he was happy in remaining labeled only as the odd boy, which was no longer enough for you. You don't know why but something is telling you to stop. You know he will definitely be alone at home, since his parents are always away on business. You park in the driveway, next to his car. You stop to think about what you are doing only when you are standing at the door, but at that moment you realize that you have nothing left to lose now and so you knock. It takes a few seconds before you hear someone on the other side, but eventually the door opens to reveal a glimpse of a sleepy Steve Harrington, who trots his eyes with a unique tenderness. He widens his eyes upon seeing you.

The first to break that silence is you.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't have to break you just..." You say suddenly unsure, but he immediately stops you, as if he has finally woken up and understands what is going on.

"No, no quiet meanwhile I was awake. Ehy but are you okay? You don't look so good." He asks, visibly concerned. You don't know why, but that gesture of his, that tone of his makes you burst into tears. He stands dumbfounded for a moment looking at you, then hugs you, and it's as if in a second you are again the little girl who falls down the Harringtons' driveway after getting tripped up, being hugged by that sweet little boy who is convinced that all it takes is a little affection and everything heals.

He pulls away a little from the hug to look at your face and you look up.

"Would you like to have a drink together? I know we haven't talked in years, and that this is all my fault because I've been a bitch, but I need to talk to someone and you're the first person who came to mind." You ask unsure, while tears are still drying on your cheeks. He nods and leads you into the kitchen. While he gets two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, you sit on the counter of the table. Once you send down a few sips of the ice-cold drink you begin to talk about everything inside, how much you suffered for Heathers, how much it hurt you to not be able to talk to him anymore, being afraid that he hated you, and what happened this very night a short time ago. Many times you apologized for your behavior, and every time he told you it was nothing.

You talk for hours, the beer bottles meanwhile multiplying until now you're lying on the couch in hysterical laughter at reminding yourself of the ridiculous harpy device that would kill your public image at school on Monday, until Steve gets improvidently serious.

"You know, I've always thought you were a fool in changing yourself and your appearance to join that group of snobs who think their biggest problem is the crease that came badly before school." The boy stops for a moment before continuing, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You were always perfect the way you were. Without this unattainable girl aura. To me you were already perfect as the girl who loved to read books, and wore those cute prescription glasses that made her big, curious eyes even bigger." You continue to remain silent, too overwhelmed by the alcohol in your system and the closeness of the boy. His scent is worse than dorga, and all you want to do is draw him to you and stick your nose into the crook of his neck as you run your hands through that perfect hair of his.

You see him licking his lips as his eyes are on yours before you say.

"I have a distraction in mind, if you'd like, to forget about all these bitches, this shitty life, my practically nonexistent family, everything. What do you say, are you ready to take a chance, Cherry?" You smile at that nickname, which reminds you of afternoons spent with a Cherry Sluchie in your hand, your favorite, in front of his pool, while he enjoyed swimming, and showing you when he was good at diving.

Your smile turns into a gigno as you bring your hands to his shoulders. He instinctively comes closer and you feel him vibrating with excitement, as you whisper, with surprising courage for the second time that night.

"And what would you have in mind Harrington?" He doesn't answer, on the contrary he shows you, rubbing his nose on your neck. After teasing you enough, he moves on to leave delicate, light kisses on your neck, which over time become more and more passionate and important, so much so that you are sure you will be left with the mark of those kisses, and this only increases your desire to rip him off that had been on for too long now. You feel his hands wander over your body, until he finally decides to unzip the zipper of the dress you're wearing, and before you know it you're both unclothed, invested with passion, with the desire to escape, taking refuge in each other's arms. Your moans, filling the room like the smell of sweat and alcohol, as you make love on the couch.

It seems like it has happened a billion times before, and maybe it has in the minds of both of you, so much so that it seems like a dance whose steps everyone knows, and at the same time of a song that only you know. Your lips are like glued together, and they cannot stay away from each other.

At one point, however, he pulls away and immediately you moan, pulling him back to you, wanting nothing more than his sweet kisses that taste of beer, tobacco and licorice.

"Kiss this dead girl walking, you don't want her to die not remembering what your kisses taste like." You say as your lips lightly trace her jaw. He stiffens from the pleasure caused by that gesture, before responding.

"I wouldn't want to kill this dead girl who walks with my kisses in my arms, while I make love to her on the couch in my house."

"I see no better way to die." You retort before continuing your journey down the jaw.

You spend most of the rest of the night this way. In the morning you wake up very late, still on that couch, with him lying beside you, still bare-chested and one of his arms around your waist, still traveling in the world of Morpheus, and all of a sudden Heather doesn't scare you anymore, because you finally understand where you really belong.

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The Dark Knight Fanfic (Joker x Fem!OC) Part 15

Lottie Wayne wasn’t one to die easily. She knew her time would come, and she wouldn’t live to see old age. That was alright. Old age didn’t interest her. But she did know how she wanted to die: on her own terms, doing something absolutely batshit crazy. Her wish would not be fulfilled.

Lottie went back to a seedy motel with the joker, that night. The last thing on her mind was Maya and the penthouse she’d been sharing with her college girlfriend. She was busy in bed with the Joker, enjoying the simple pleasures of the flesh while the tv hummed softly and the cheap motel lamp lights flickered.

Eventually she passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up alone. Lottie panicked at first, scanning the room for any note. Finally, she found something written on a slip of paper. “Out. Will be back soon. -J”. She read out loud. She sighed with relief, reclining back in bed. Then the motel phone started ringing. She knew she should have waited for it to stop. But Lottie was a curious girl, and was easily bored, so she gave in and picked it up.

“Lottie?” Bruce’s voice came through the crackling speaker. Lottie’s eyes widened. She froze, unsure of what to do. Should she hang up? Bruce knew where she was? How was that possible?

Finally, she spoke. “What do you want, Bruce? You really shouldn’t have bothered calling me.” Lottie said slowly.

“I… I still care what happens to you, Lottie. I dont have a lot of family.”

Lottie laughed, snorting at his words. “Thats rich. If you know where I am, why didn’t you call Gordon and his bastard subordinates? You seemed perfectly fine leaving me in jail to rot. So why call now? Why are you… really calling?”

“Rachel is dead. You could end up dead too. I… can’t … I can’t lose everything. You’re like my little sister. I only left you in that cell because I thought you’d be safer there. Safe from him.”

Lottie paused, pursing her lips. “You really hate him? But you see, Bruce: I love him. I’m perfectly fine if he kills me… in fact, if I had my way… that’s how I’d go—”

“—Don’t say that.” Bruce interrupted, voice darkened with sorrow. Then, he repeated in an angry tone. “Don’t ever say that! He’s a psychopath, Lottie! A psychopath and a terrorist.”

“…So am I.” Lottie replied softly. A tear of frustration trickling down her cheek. “So you’re saying that’s what makes someone unworthy of your compassion? Unlovable?”

Bruce went silent, but she could hear his breathing over the phone. “You’re wrong Lottie. You’re not anything like the Joker. Please come home…” he whispered, voice shaking. He sounded like a scared little boy. Not the man she was used to speaking to.

“I love you Bruce… but there’s no home for people like me. There’s no home in this city, in this world. Thats what I’ve learned this year. I’m a freak, a reject.”

“I’m coming to get you Lottie. Whether you like it or not. I’ll get you out of this fucked up lifestyle. I’ll save you.” Bruce said, stubbornly.

“Who do you think you are, Bruce? Batman?“ Lottie laughed. The phone clicked with the sound of Bruce hanging up. Lottie sighed. Now Bruce was being stupid. With all his money he was still unlikely to catch the Joker. And would probably die in a reckless attempt to get Lottie back to the Wayne tower penthouse. This was exactly what Lottie was worried about happening. She wondered if she could convince the Joker not to kill her cousin.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Epilogue

Summary: The tidy little bow on our GIFT. In this final chapter, we see Loki and Sigyn's life a few centuries after their wedding.

Dordi is a Norse or Norwegian name which means a gift from God. Dordi would be around age four in human years.

Word Count: 4550

Rating: Explicit

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Explicit descriptions of sex. Pregnancy kink. Domestic fluff. Family fluff

Chapter Index

A FEW CENTURIES LATER…

The consistent bumping against his arm pulled him out of sleep slowly. He smiled in his sleepy haze as he scooted even closer to his wife, rubbing his hand over her belly.

“They have been at it all night,” Sigyn grumbled, backing into him so he could hold her tighter.

Loki chuckled, eyes still closed, “What time is it?”

“Almost time for me to wake Dordi,” she lamented, exhausted.

“Did you get any sleep at all?” He smiled as a strong kick bumped into his palm.

“Ooh,” she hissed. “Very little. I am unsure who is more determined to keep me awake, you or your sons.”

“Mmm…” Loki ran his hand from her belly to her hip, down her thigh, and up the inside of her leg. He moaned as he recalled the events of the night before.

“If I recall correctly, it was you who invited me into your bubble bath.” He grinned as he felt her shiver under his touch. “I can hardly be blamed for your insatiable appetites.” She pushed her hips back and rubbed her bottom on his growing erection.

“Mmm…” He ran his hand up from her leg to her breasts, so full and round.

“No,” she moved his hand from her aching breasts to the apex of her thighs, “here.” She turned her face to the pillow, exposing more of her neck to him.

He placed slow, wet kisses down her neck and across her shoulder as he ran his fingers gently over the soft curls covering her mound. She lifted her leg and slung it over Loki’s behind her, giving him more access to her sex.

Reaching back, she ran her fingers through his hair and held the back of his head as he continued to cover her in kisses.

“Quickly, lover. We do not have much time.”

Loki grunted. He hated being rushed. Making love to his wife usually took hours, from the preamble of coy flirting to the soft caresses and kisses to the teasing. He loved every aspect of the buildup to the multiple trips over the edge. He loved pleasuring her and being close to her; he treated it like a sacred ceremony, strengthening their bond.

“Let her sleep in this morning.” He ran one slender finger along her cleft.

“Then she will not be tired at bedtime. Oh…” she gasped as Loki slipped the finger inside her folds, gathering the slickness and moving it to her clit.

“She can skip her nap.”

“Then she will be overtired and cantankerous all afternoon. Loki, we-”

“Hush, wife. Let me enjoy your body for a few moments. We can discuss our daughter after.” He pressed tight circles over her nub.

She gasped, then moaned. The twins were due any day now, and Sigyn’s body was responsive to even the slightest touch. It was not long before he had worked her up into quite a frenzy.

“Please, Loki.”

“Oh, I do love it when you beg.”

“Please, Loki, please. I need you.”

He shifted his body lower. She held her leg up as he guided himself to her opening and entered her from behind. Her head fell back with a moan as he filled her. “Oh, Gods, yes…”

“I am starting to think you only married me for my cock,” he hissed close to her ear as he waited for her body to adjust to him.

“You are only just now figuring that out?” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and gave it a yank, causing him to buck his hips into her.

He growled into her ear as he held her thigh up and started rutting into her, “You dirty little minx.”

“Mmm… but I am your dirty little minx.”

“Mine.” He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked a bruise there.

“Yours,” she breathed out with a moan.

His eyes drank her in, so full with his babies. He could hardly keep his eyes off her before, but when she was pregnant, a primal desire ignited deep within him. His hands gravitated to her of their own free will. He would pull her into his lap in the dining hall, to the Queen's dismay. She eventually gave up reminding them about proper decorum in public, waving it off whenever it was brought up. He worked from home more frequently, even setting up an office for his assistant in an empty room down the hall from his chambers. He escorted Sigyn on her daily walks after breakfast. Her bump had a gravity Loki could not resist, and as her belly grew, the pull became stronger.

Attentive and doting, he would massage away the tension in her changing body, attend all her appointments with her midwife, and provide her with anything her heart desired, which mainly consisted of food and sex.

He was even the first person to touch Dordi as she came into the world, with the midwife over his shoulder instructing him on how to clear her airway and catch her as she was born.

The sight before him now, the nakedness of her skin, the look of bliss on her face, the motion of her breasts as he fucked her. He sent a silent prayer of gratitude up to the Norns for the gift of her existence.

“Touch yourself…” Loki’s hips stuttered momentarily just thinking about it. “Touch yourself and come on my cock.”

She released his hair and moved her first two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them salaciously, then moving them between her legs.

“Good girl. Now come for me.” He inhaled sharply as she clenched around him. The familiar coil of pleasure tightened inside him as he watched her hand intently. “I could come just watching you.”

He picked up his pace and intensity as her body quaked, “Lo… ki… I… I… Aaa…”

He dropped his head to her shoulder as she shuddered and convulsed around his cock.

“Good girl,” he managed to grunt out just before the flames of his own release engulfed him. He gave her everything he had as the rapid snap of his hips rocked her body. “Mmm… Norns, Sigyn.”

A thin sheen of sweat covered his upper body from his efforts. He kissed her once more on her shoulder. Panting, he slid out of her and collapsed onto his back.

Sigyn rolled herself onto her other side, facing him, placing passionate kisses on his mouth and jaw.

“I cannot wait until we can make love face-to-face again.” He leaned over and returned her kisses.

Sigyn rubbed her enlarged belly, “It will be nice to have that option again.” Loki’s hand joined hers as he felt for his boys to move.

He smirked, “I think we have lulled them to sleep.”

“Ugh. It figures,” she groaned, eyes closed.

Loki kissed her forehead, “Stay here and sleep. Labor could start any minute. You need your strength.”

“But Dordi…”

“I will get her up and ready. She can spend the morning with me. I will bring her back here for her nap after lunch.”

“You sure?” she asked, not opening her eyes.

He chuckled and kissed her again, “Send for me if you need me.”

“I love you.” She snuggled down as Loki stuffed her pillows under her belly and between her knees.

“I love you.”

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Loki went about his morning preparations and slipped quietly from the en suite. He dried his hair with his seiðr and slipped his tunic over his head as he watched her sleep. She had not budged. Slipping out the bedroom door, he shut it gently behind him.

A maid was cleaning the windows on the balcony doors. She curtsied deeply as she saw him approach. “Your Highness.”

“The Princess is to rest today. Bring her meals to the bedroom and keep a close eye on her. Notify me immediately if she shows the slightest indication that her contractions have started.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I will be taking the little Princess with me this morning. So, enjoy the peace and quiet while you can.” He gave her a wink.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She blushed scarlet as she curtsied.

He smirked as he turned and made his way to the second floor of their chambers, ‘I’ve still got it.’ he thought to himself as he took the stairs two at a time.

His days of seducing the staff, or anyone else for that matter, were well behind him. But it was still a nice boost to his ego when a maid’s eyes would linger on him longer than was appropriate, hear the delighted giggles of the ladies at court as he passed by, or a wanton sidelong glance from a recruit at the training grounds.

Loki quietly opened the door to his daughter’s room and pushed through the wards and enchantments he kept in place that would alert him if she came out of her room or started crying or calling for them. The room was still dark, and he tripped on a set of toys in the middle of the floor that were definitely not there when they had put her to bed.

‘Naughty little thing.’ he thought, smiling and opening her curtains, letting the bright Asgardian sunshine fill her room.

His little angel was sleeping in the middle of her bed, blankets in shambles, clinging to the plush rabbit she had named ‘Babbit.’

He watched her sleep and marveled at his little girl. The perfect mix of features from her mother and father. A thick mop of dark curls, Loki’s eyes, Sigyn’s full lips. Her cheeks were still plump from babyhood, and she had the cutest little button nose that Loki had ever seen. He was convinced that there had never been a child born more beautiful than her, his little princess.

Looking around her room, it was more than evident that she had gotten out of bed after being tucked in. Toy soldiers lined up and ready for battle on the rug beside her bed. Building blocks stacked up in the relative shape of their palace. Her tea set laid out on her little table, the baby doll guests of her impromptu tea party still in their seats.

She must have been awake for quite some time while they thought she was sleeping. He would have to adjust the parameters of his enchantment to notify him of motion around the room as well as cries.

He smiled to himself; her mischief came to her honestly, much to Sigyn’s chagrin. He could not wait to see how she would get along with her imminent siblings. The chaotic potential of it elated him.

Even at her young age, she was already showing signs of being a natural-born leader. She was intelligent and a quick learner. She got along well with her cousins and the other children at court, leading them in games and settling squabbles as they arose.

She was a quiet observer ever since she was a baby; her eyes took in her surroundings with interest. Loki would bring her to work with him before she could even speak, and she would sit on his lap as he showed her trade routes on a map or blueprints for proposed projects around the realm.

She even accompanied him to council meetings with the King, cooing and clapping for her grandfather when she wanted his attention but otherwise sitting quietly on her father’s lap with her rabbit, taking in the conversation. She sometimes demanded her Uncle Thor, but often she would just nod off and nap against Loki’s chest, the soothing timber of his voice as he debated policy putting her right out.

Sigyn had started making headway in succession reform to allow females to inherit lands and titles. By the time Loki passes on, Dordi should be able to take up the yoke of Warden of the Northern Territory if she desires. He grinned thinking of it. He was so proud to be a part of the much-needed changes in Asgard.

He sat on the side of her bed and brushed an errant curl off her face.

Her mother had already made great strides in her short time as the princess. She opened a group home for unwed mothers. She started a network of charities and programs to help these women and orphaned girls learn to become financially capable without depending on a man to support them.

She started a petition to require employers to pay women equal wages for equal work to their male counterparts. She had recently started on a proposal to make it illegal to dismiss someone for pregnancy or any other medical condition if it didn’t affect the quality of their work.

This was all spurred on by the time she spent with Sera. After their honeymoon, Sigyn took it upon herself to see to it that Sera got her daily exercise and went with her to her appointments when she could.

Sera’s health improved quickly, and she delivered a healthy baby boy, the spitting image of his father, who was shocked but overjoyed to see the pair when he was finally tracked down and returned to the palace. Their reunion was a happy one; Jakob married Sera right away and took their little family back home to the country where his parents still lived.

Sigyn started bucking the status quo as soon as she was crowned. Starting the day after their wedding with the nuptial breakfast, which had turned into the nuptial dinner, as the wedding festivities showed no signs of slowing down as the dawn broke.

When Loki and Sigyn had finally arrived, love drunk, skin marked by each other’s passion and clinging to each other, the demands of proof of consummation were quickly shut down when the new princess stood and told the sanctimonious counselors that if the pleasant ache between her legs was not proof enough, they were welcome to follow them back to watch the inevitable next round of lovemaking that would occur as soon as they were home again.

While causing quite a stir and triggering Thor to erupt into fits of uncontrollable laughter, it was not brought up again. The King was nursing a brutal hangover and was not in the mood for the whining of his council. By the time Thor and Sif were married, there was no mention of proof of consummation being a requirement.

Loki leaned over and placed a kiss on his daughter’s temple. If she grew up to be half the woman her mother was, she would still have a multitude of accomplishments to be proud of.

He rubbed small circles on her back, “Wake up, noodlehead.” She stirred slightly, then settled into her pillow once more.

“Wake up, my tiny Valkyrie. The sun is up. A new day has arrived.” He shook her shoulder.

She didn’t open her eyes, “Go ‘way.”

“Dordi Lokidottir!”

Her eyes shot open as she sat up and pushed her little lip out. “Dada?”

Her first word was Dada. Muma was a distant second. It was one of Loki’s fondest memories. She had just learned to sit up on her own. Loki and Sigyn were on the floor playing with her. When Loki stood to leave the room for something, she raised her hands to him, wanting him to take her with him, and said, ‘Dada.’ She had called him Dada ever since. He knew she would eventually grow out of it, but for now, he was her Dada.

“Do you tell your mother to go away when she comes to wake you?”

“Noo,” she took a few deep breaths on the verge of tears, “I jus’ wanted more sleeps.” She rubbed one eye with her little fist.

“Are you still tired?” She nodded dramatically. “Do you suppose it was a good idea to stay up half the night playing instead of sleeping?”

She pondered his question before answering, “Babbit did it. Babbit made me get out of bed and play with him.”

Loki turned his head so that she couldn’t see him smile into his shoulder. He fought back laughter as he turned back to her.

“Dordi, is that true?” he asked her sternly as he pulled her into his lap.

She let out a dramatic sigh, “No, Babbit is a good bunny.”

“Why did you lie to me?”

She turned her face to his and smiled widely, “’Cause I don’t want to be in trouble, of course.”

“Oh, you are in trouble, little miss.” He smiled back at her as he tickled her belly. “You will apologize for sneaking out of bed, and you can have no sweets for a week.”

She pouted briefly, “Sorry, Dada.”

“You need all your sleep to grow and be strong.”

“Yes, Dada.” She threw her tiny arms around his neck and squeezed him before pulling back and asking, “Where’s Mummy?”

“Mummy is very sleepy this morning.”

“Did Mummy stay up playing too?”

Loki pressed his lips together to keep from laughing, “Yes, but that was my fault. We were having too much fun to sleep.”

“Dada,” she admonished, “no sweets for you too.”

“How about I take you to work with me today while Mummy rests?”

“Yay!” She crawled out of his lap and started jumping on the bed, holding Babbit by his ears. “We are going to work! I love work.”

Loki stood and watched her express her joy about spending the morning with him, noting that he would have to make it a more regular occurrence. “Come along, sweetheart. We have a kingdom to manage.” She hopped over to him and jumped into his outstretched arms. “Ooof. You are … so heavy…” he pretended to struggle to hold onto her as he staggered about the room. He fell onto the bed on his back with her in his arms.

She giggled loudly, “Dada…”

“I feel as if Mjolnir is on my chest.” He grunted with effort as he pretended he was trying to lift her off him.

She shrieked with laughter, “Dada! I am small, and you are strong!”

He stopped his fake efforts, “Oh yes, now I remember.” He stood with her on his chest and began tossing her into the air as she called for him to throw her higher and higher. Loki caught her for the last time, and she clung to him breathless and hiccupping.

“That was fun.” She pushed her wild curls off her face.

“Yes, it was. Now, let us do something about your puppy breath,” he said as he carried her into her bathroom.

“Dada!”

Loki helped her use the potty and clean her teeth before he asked her what she wanted to wear for the day. She chose a cap sleeve lilac dress with tiny, embroidered blossoms in white thread and a pair of white leggings to go underneath. Loki braided her hair and tied the end off with a white ribbon.

Dordi put her toys away mostly by herself. Loki made her bed with his seiðr. They collected Babbit and made their way to breakfast in the dining hall. When they got to the section of the palace where Loki’s office was, she greeted everyone by name as she passed.

Loki worked for a bit while Dordi practiced writing her name on a piece of parchment he had given her. After about an hour, she asked to see her grandfather.

“The King is holding court. We can go see Grandfather at dinner.”

“I would like to go now, please.”

“Dordi, Grandfather is working, holding court.”

“Dada? What does holding court mean?”

“When the King holds court, he sits on his throne, listens to complaints, and makes decisions for the best way to handle them.”

“Oh.” She was momentarily contemplative, “Can we go to court?”

Loki set his quill down, steepled his fingers in front of his mouth, and pretended to ponder. “Why not? Let us go to the throne room, and then we can go see Uncle Thor before lunch.”

Her little face lit up, “Oh, thank you!

oOXOo

Before entering through the side entrance to the throne room, Loki reminded Dordi to remain quiet and stay close to his side. The King was perched on this throne, Gungnir in hand, listening intently to the case laid out before him. Dordi watched with wide eyes as the proceedings took place. She cheered and clapped when Odin rendered his verdict and banged his spear to the floor.

Loki knelt to her level, “Dordi, we do not applaud the King during court.”

“Is that the Princess Dordi I hear?” Odin turned in their direction.

Dordi sprinted away from Loki to the steps below the dais, Babbit tucked under her arm. She started to take a step up before pausing. Remembering protocol, she curtsied daintily and smiled up at her grandfather.

“Rise and approach the throne.” Odin smiled despite himself as her little legs made their way up the tall steps, Loki close on her heels.

“Apologies, Father. I told her to stay close to me.” Loki bowed as he approached.

Odin laid Gungnir to the side as Dordi clambered onto his lap. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“She wanted to come to watch court for a little while.”

“And how fares her mother? Will we be meeting the twins soon?” Odin asked as he held Dordi’s head and placed a kiss on her temple.

Dordi held a special place in Odin’s heart. She was the only girl born into their family in a very long time. Thor and Sif already had three boys of their own, and Loki and Sigyn were expecting two boys any day now. Odin doted on her every chance he got.

“She is resting today. They took turns pummeling her all through the night last night. She finally got a respite this morning. We are hoping they make their appearance soon.”

“Ah, very good. And what of our littlest princess? What has my special girl been up to lately?”

“I have been practicing my Seiðr. Do you want to see a magic trick?”

“I was just thinking that I wanted to see a magic trick. How lucky am I that you came to court today?”

“I am going to make Babbit disappear.” She wiggled her little fingers over her stuffed rabbit as she said the last word. “Do you see Babbit, Grandfather?”

“Yes. Hello, Babbit.”

She wiggled her fingers some more with a look of concentration on her face, “Now close your eye.”

Odin pressed his lips into a thin line to keep from laughing as he did as he was told. Dordi quickly hid her bunny behind her back. “Look! Babbit is gone!”

Odin looked about, feigning awe. Dordi’s peals of laughter echoed through the vast room.

“What a powerful sorceress you are, just like your grandmother.”

She pulled Babbit from behind her back, “I tricked you! Babbit was here the whole time.”

Odin didn’t suppress his laughter this time, “You trickster! Now I see you are more like your father.”

Loki smiled as he watched the two of them together, “Come, Dordi. We should not keep the King from his work.”

She threw her little arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, “Farewell, Grandfather. I love you.”

“Jeg elsker deg, lille.” He whispered in her ear as he hugged her tight.

She scampered off his lap and curtsied again, “My King.” she giggled. He nodded to her.

Loki bowed before scooping up his daughter and returning to the exit.

Odin picked up his spear, and his stoic expression returned to his face as he called to hear the next complaint.

oOXOo

They visited the training grounds next. Her Uncle Thor kept a small wooden shield and sword set for her and practiced sparring, taking many hits with the blunt blade on his knees and thighs. When she tired of that, he set Mjolnir on the ground and laughed as she tried to lift it.

By the time they left to eat lunch, she was covered head to toe in dirt, and her hair was a mess. Loki cleaned her up with his seiðr and carried her on his shoulders to the dining hall.

They lunched with the Queen and Sif at the head table. Dordi was worn out but entertained them all with the stories of court and training. Loki had to spoon-feed her while she was in his lap as she was too tired or just unwilling to feed herself.

She was asleep in his arms as he entered their apartment. Sigyn was sitting on the sofa with her lunch plate balanced on top of her belly. Loki smirked, then placed a finger over his lips and pointed to Dordi. She nodded in understanding and watched as he carried her up to her room.

Loki joined his wife on the sofa after she was tucked in for her nap.

Sigyn rubbed her hand on his back, “How was your morning?”

Loki leaned over and kissed her lips, “Not very productive, but very entertaining.” He recounted Dordi’s adventures to her as she finished her lunch. She set her empty plate to the side, and Loki immediately scooted closer and wrapped her in his arms, rubbing circles on her belly.

“Did the boys wake you up again?”

“No, my bladder did.”

“Oh, I am sorry, my love. Hopefully, not too much longer to go.”

“I do not mind.” She smiled and ran a hand over her bump. “While I am excited to meet them, I know they will come when they are ready. I won’t rush them.”

“They are so lucky to have you as their mother.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I hope they get along as well as you and your brother.”

Loki laughed, “Thor and I have gotten into some huge brawls.”

“Yes, but you have had some excellent times together too.”

He quirked an eyebrow up to her, “Did I ever tell you about the time I convinced him to steal Father’s mead and-”

“Yes! Several times!” she slugged him on the arm. “I am not talking about drinking and whoring together. I am talking about your brotherly bond.”

“Thor did most of the drinking; I did most of the whoring,” he laughed.

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, my husband, God of Carnal Pleasure.”

“Ooooh, I like the sound of that.” He moved his hand from her belly to her thigh. “What do you say to a little worship?”

He dropped to his knees in front of her and opened her robe. She was clad in only a pair of panties and an oversized shirt. He put her legs on his shoulders and started kissing up her thighs.

She squealed and pushed the top of his head away, “Loki! Hold that thought, sir. I must pee again.”

“Fine. But make it quick.” He gave her a passionate kiss after he helped her stand up from the couch.

“I can do nothing quickly these days.” She started waddling toward the bathroom. Halfway there, she stopped in her tracks. “I just felt a pop.”

He rushed to her side, “A pop?”

Sigyn was already standing in a large puddle of water in the short time it took him to get to her. They looked at each other in stunned silence for a beat.

“Call for the midwives. The twins are on their way.”

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