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ragnvdnir · 2 years

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THE THREE TYPES OF LOVE WITH DILUC RAGNVINDR

SYNOPSIS — they say that we fall in love with three people in our lifetimes, but you only loved one and it's diluc.

CHARACTER — diluc x gn!reader

INCLUDES — diluc's backstory spoilers, hurt/comfort, second chances, closures, alchol intake, flawed characters, might be ooc diluc, character development, happy ending

NOTES — i got this idea from a tiktok video made by @/smalltalkpodcast, here is the link.

TAGLIST — @elychee @jupeater @v3nv5

PUPPY LOVE — the fairytale love. the one that we think would last forever, but it wont. because we'll soon learn that fairytales dont exist.

you were sixteen when you first had your puppy love with diluc. the age where you thought everything can be magical forever. a love that was too young and hopeful for this world.

diluc loved you too, he was beyond infatuated. he loves being near you. he loves being your knight in shining armor. he loves you.

the type of love you two had is where you both will sneak out of your houses to meet each other under the willow where you both carved your names in a heart. the type of love where you were too joyful to wake up from this fever dream, wishing to stay like this for eternity.

you were seventeen when you had your first kiss under the glimmering moon you both used to watch. teeth clashing against each other without even knowing how to properly kiss a person. no one paid any mind to it though, all you can think about is the butterflies swimming in your stomach, his touch under your jaw, your burning love you had for each other.

everything was too unreal for you too feel, like something out of fairytale. you hope to stay like this forever. you wished to keep feeling like this for a very long time. but it was only a matter of time before you will wake up from everything, before you lose your love.

he turned eighteen when everything went downhill. he fell into the depths of misery and apathy. his father died and he suddenly resented his own sworn brother for some reasons he won't tell to anyone.

to say that this never affected your relationship was a big lie, because it did, alot. you also had your biggest fights around these times. it was too big that no one can swallow their own pride to fix this relationship. words that shoot to kill were said. it hurted the both of you, a lot.

just when you had enough of feeling like this, ready to swallow your own pride to fix everything, he suddenly disappeared without a notice, leaving you and your shattering heart into pieces for years without a proper explanation of his action. leaving you frozen in time while reminiscing your youthful days.

INTENSE LOVE — the love that will turn your world upside down. the one that comes with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. the one that will cause you so much pain. because it will teach you what you want and what you don't want.

when you thought that you've finally moved on and forgot about your past with diluc. just when you thought that buried feelings were dead already, that the pain you've went through vanished too like him.

he suddenly came back four years later as if nothing happened, as if he never left someone. the horror of your face showed it all as you stood one day infront of angel's share hearing the chatters of the drunkards about the return of the owner of dawn winery.

you know who they are talking about, ofcourse you do, how could you not when master crepus only have one child? and it's obviously diluc ragnvindr, your supposedly ex-lover.

mentioning his name made you feel bitter. you can only sigh as you opened the door of angel's share to meet up with your friends and also readying yourself to face him any second.

as you opened the door, the noise of the place greeted you. the moment you placed your eye sight in the counter, you saw him. he was talking to charles, not noticing your presence.

your mouth parted at the sight of him. ‘he's really here’ you thought before closing your eyes to calm yourself down. as you opened your eyes after the inhales and exhales, his ruby eyes found yours. you held your breath as you mainted the eye contact with him. you don't know what you look right now, does your face shows the look of resentment? hatred? or perhaps hopes that you can try again?

he looked away first as he continued conversing with charles without greeting nor showing any expression seeing you. your hopes were crushed. your heart feels heavy. you felt your throat creating a lump as tears formed in your eyes.

you questioned yourself why does it hurt being rejected like this. why did the feelings that you burried suddenly came back to life. why did the pain felt ten times worst than before. is it because when he's finally here infront of you as you hoped, he turned away from you?

he can bring you back to life but he can also be the cause of your death. you hated how your world revolved around him. you hated how you never find yourself to love again if it's not him. you swallowed before turning away and leaving the tavern. you can't face your friends when you're like this.

it went on and on like that, avoiding him as much as you could. but you know that things can't stay like this forever, you have to over come this. so one day, you went into the tavern by yourself. as you walked in, you sat straight in the counter and ordered a drink. you never glance at him as he hands you the glass, you muttered a small ‘thank you’ before drinking.

as hours passed by, you felt more relaxed like this despite diluc's presence. and maybe because of this, you got a little more carefree and drank more than you can take.

you know how people get braver whenever they got drunk? yeah, you do that also. it was closing time already and you were slumped over the counter, sleeping. diluc gently shook you awake while calling your name.

by the time you got awakened, you turned your head at him and blurted out words that he never expected to hear.

“do you know how hurt i was when you left without telling me? you stood me up, diluc. i was left for four years without a proper explanation, only the words of your headmaid that said you left. i once thought that you hated me because you just... disappeared...” you muttured while downpour of your eyes wet the wooden counter.

diluc was silent, he can't say anything. seeing you hurting like this because of him made him want to hide once again because he doesn't have the face to talk to you after the disaster he have caused in your life. after a few more silence, he cleared his throat before letting you hear his voice that you haven't heard in the last four years.

“tomorrow, if you still remember what happened tonight, then come and see me in the manor, i'll give you an explanation, i'll tell you everything.” he said before telling charles to watch over you as he left the tavern to do his nightly duties.

the next day, you nervously walked towards dawn winery. ‘this is it, you're finally getting the explanation you want.’

when you arrived there, adelinde escorted you to diluc's room. she knocked on the wooden door before telling him that you arrived. you heard the faint ‘let them in’ and then she opened the door for you. you thanked her and went inside.

as you walked in, your eyes wandered the structure and designs of his room. ‘not that too much of things, simple and plain, just like how he always likes it’ you shook your head at the thought of a memory before clearing your throat to let him know.

“please have a seat.” he gestured on the seat infront of him.

you nodded and sat on the chair. it was painfully awkward and quite, no one talked. getting irritated at this silence, you started the conversation first. “so, are you gonna tell me something?”

this startled diluc. nevertheless, he nodded before starting to give you explanations. he explained everything why he did that. how he wanted to avenge his father. how something surfaced between him and kaeya. the reason he resigned from knights of favonius. the selfish thing they did. everything, even how he barely managed to escape death given by the fatui harbingers.

by the time he finished, you went silent. then suddenly, he heard your sniffles. diluc was panicked, did he do something wrong? he stood up to find a something to wipe your tears but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“please don't leave me.” you whispered between your sniffles. you never said what you mean by that but both of you know there is something much deeper in those words. diluc looked away from you before placing his hand behind your head and pulled you towards his stomach and hugged you. you wrapped your arms around him while you sobbed, damping his shirt with your tears.

“wh- why didn't you atleast tell me? i- i could have understood it sooner, diluc.” you hiccuped as you hugged him tighter.

“i thought it will be the best for the both of us. i thought by leaving you will make your life better and safer from the things that i'm about to commit myself into.” he replied. he removed your grip on him and suddenly kneels infront of you that caused your eyes to widen. he held your hands, pressing a light kiss on them before he rested his forehead on them.

“w- what?” you stammered as you tried to make him stand up. never have you ever saw diluc kneel in both of his two knees to anyone. but now, he did infront of you to plead for forgiveness.

“but i was wrong seeing how hurt you are from my selfishness.” diluc looks up at you and you saw how his eyes glimmering as he mutters apologies.

“i'm sorry for hurting you, i'm sorry for being selfish. i know words cannot change anything but i really am sorry, y/n.” his voice shook lightly at the end of his word.

diluc's sudden return brought back the pain he didn't meant to cause you. his return made you look back at things and wished to stop this pain. his words made you wished you were a little too more push over back then so diluc never felt he was alone when you were there. you wished you matured at those times already so you never acted negligence when you didn't notice his life went downhill. you both made mistakes and you're glad that you and him reflected on it already.

this closure made you two want to improve yourselves. it made you realize your actions before, the actions of eighteen years olds who only knew that they love each other but never realized that they're also hurting them.

you two properly ended your relationship after the talk. breaking up for the best, for yourselves. if you're gonna ask yourself before what you want, your younger self will probably say that they want to resent diluc. but now that you have a closure, you realized that resenting him is too much of being selfish after he tells you how he felt when no one was there for him when his father died. when his brother told him the truth that created a wall between them. how he never felt your presence when he needed you the most.

you weren't there at his lowest, and him to you. you two were flawed back then, too blinded by young love. and now, all you want is to change yourselves for the better.

changing for the better means cutting things off and focusing on yourselves. you left mondstadt to chase your dreams. meanwhile, diluc promised himself and to you to improve each day, to cultivate the winery, and cherish the things that made him happy.

it was for the best, for you and him. for you to deserve each other. you realized that you have to be the best version of yourself first before loving someone.

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE — the one that will stay. the one that will make us feel loved, adored, safe and secure. the one that we didn't see coming, but will make us feel home.

it was time to go back home, to mondstadt. years have already passed by since your break up and closure with diluc. chasing your dreams made you feel better, and you hoped he feels better too.

you know that you've changed yourself, and you hoped he did too. surely, you don't want to come back there if he's still the past flawed diluc right?

you know that you can never be perfect, so you settled on improving and changing yourself, there's not a perfect person after all, that includes you and diluc.

as you went down the ship, you smiled as you took in the city of freedom. it has been so long. you thanked the crews of the ship as they helped you down your things.

you're very happy to finally see your friends again.... and him. you won't lie to yourself, even as time separated you two, you still love him.

sometimes you thought to yourself is it possible to still love the person you hurt, who also hurt you? and the answer is infront of you as you stared wide eyed at the red-haired man who stand in the docks while giving you a welcoming smile.

your heart raced as he walked towards you, you scanned him. he looks so mature now, he still have that long hair but this time it's tied up. his features got even more defined. he became calmer and relaxed.

“welcome home,” he said.

he spread his arms as if signaling you to give him a hug. you didn't waste time before beaming at him and hugging him tight. god, you missed him.

“finally, after all these years. i won't lie but it certainly is hard living without seeing you for years, but i promised to myself and to you that i will change so i endured it all. and now, seeing you infront of me, it was all worth it.” seeing diluc genuinely smiling at you feels like a fever dream.

“i hope you achieved your dreams.” he said as he caress your hair. you find it hard to utter a word, you are beyond shocked to see how much diluc changed.

“i- i did, i am happy.” you manage to let it out as you continue gazing at him, awestruck.

“i am proud of you, remember that.” you smiled at him as your eyes watered. you removed your arms around him to wipe the tears. ‘it's nice hearing that from him’

“You know, even though we got separated for years, it's still you.” your eyes widened at his sudden confession. you swallowed before replying your truth.

“so am i, i find it hard just to forget about you.” you saw how his smile became wider. he held your cheeks and caressed them before glancing down on your lips.

“can i?” he whispered as his eyes returned to you.

“you may.” you answered before his lips connected with yours. you two have kissed before but this time, it's more meaningful and... it's right.

when you decided to come back here in mondstadt, the least thing you expected is for him to still love you, adore you, to still choose you, to stay. you two once made a mistake that ended up hurting each other. you two are in each other's arms again, but now, only unconditional and patient.

note: i hope i didn't make diluc too ooc especially in the end. i initially thought this one will be very short but ig i got carried away lolol. also, belated happy birthday again luc!

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implexedactions · 3 years

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Penance is a virtue

Yandere!Enji Todoroki x Reader

Enji Todoroki is many things; kidnapper, lover, sadist, hero, villain, husband. He is many, many things. But he isn’t delusional.

Beta-Read by best person: @absolute-flaming-trash

Warning: Yandere content and themes, Angst, Heavy emotional themes, Suicide, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping.

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You wake up, eyes dashing to the clock.

5:55 AM - SUNDAY

Okay, good, you hadn’t slept in. Enji always wanted you to wake him up. He got...mad if you didn’t. You turn over to him in bed, expecting to find him still sleeping.

Teal eyes stare back at you instead.

“Ah!”

His face takes on a sorrowful expression.

“Did I frighten you? Sorry. I could not sleep.”

Not leaving you time to respond, he pulls you into his chest, under the covers. He sighs in content, and you press into him, not wanting him to forget your devotion.

After some time, he pulls you up to his face, kissing your forehead gently.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“U-uh, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

Enji sighs, failing to meet your gaze.

“I never do compliment you that often...”

---

He carries you to the breakfast table, adorned with pancakes, your favourite.

“What’s going on Enj- I mean, dear. I’m meant to make you breakfast?”

He fails to answer you, instead sitting down with you on his knee. He takes a fork and puts some pancake on it.

“Eat.”

And so you do.

When you finish, he moves to wash up.

“W-what are you doing? You told me that was my job.”

Your memory wanders back to your first few months here, when you disobeyed his every command...and received due punishment for it.

“Are you going to punish me again?”

It escapes your lips before you can stop it. The thought of being punished again, like before, makes your veins cool with fear. Your breathing increases and you move down on your knees onto the cold kitchen floor.

“P-please, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t-”

“Stop.”

He walks over, his thighs the same height as your head. You move to undo his belt, but a hand puts a stop to that.

“There is no punishment. I am just doing an acceptable act for my spouse.”

The words “but you never do that” get stopped in your throat. You instead swallow and try to weakly smile. Looking up at Enji from your position on the ground, sunlight bathing him in a warm glow, to contrast the unsettled expression on his face.

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He places you on a stool while he washes up. You fiddle with your hands, nervous. This isn’t how Enji usually acts. He’s so...vulnerable. In all honesty, it’s scary.

“Do you like the sunrise, my sweet?”

You look out to the orange glow emanating from the windows.

“Do you want me to like it, my sweet?”

Enji simply sighs and continues washing up.

“I’m sorry you cannot enjoy it. One should always appreciate what they have...”

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After breakfast, he walks silently to the study. You follow behind him perfectly, like he trained you to.

He walks into the study, sitting down at his writing desk, and you take your place in his lap. He pulls out pen and paper, and you avert your eyes.

It isn’t for good spouses like you to read.

He spends the better half of 6 hours writing. You entertain yourself by tracing the pattern of the wallpaper. This evolves into focusing on Enji’s breathing, noticing how he breathes in more, not less when he becomes frustrated with something on the page. You eventually move on to thinking about all the things you miss from the outside world, like ice cream, and human connection. You finish out the last hour by thinking about how angry Enji would be if he knew such a perfect little spouse were thinking such nasty little things.

Shuffling about, he motions for you to hop off his leg, and then stands and leaves the room without speaking to you. You get the feeling he’s coming back, though; he left the door open.

You’re worried. You’re scared beyond belief. This isn’t like him, this entire day is wrong. You’re hoping he’ll burst in and start yelling, the anticipation feels worse than any potential punishment. You consider that maybe this is the punishment and that you should perhaps just start apologising regardless. He didn’t take well to that before though.

This day has made little sense. Enji is acting so far out of his usual behaviour that it doesn’t just scare you because he might hurt you. It scares you because you don’t know what is even happening. It takes you back to the days you first came here—a blurry, hazy mess. You struggle to even remember it. You remember bits and pieces. Chains, fire, the cold, the scent of sex. Small things like that.

You turn your head to the papers on the desk, intrigued by what took up so much of his time. Before you can look away, you see what they are. Letters, addressed to countless people, your parents, Shoto, Rei, Hawks, various news stations.

You glance towards the open door...surely what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?

You pick up the letter to the Hawks.

Keigo, I write this letter to you as a mentor, and I presume a father figure. I know that in some capacity, you looked up to me. You were just a scared kid, and I helped. That said, if what I have done becomes public knowledge, do not defend me. I do not know how much you know of my dealings, but for the sake of your future, throw me to the dogs. Do not say that I was perfect, or that I did no wrong. When I turn and look at my darling, I see my mistakes for the damning judgments they are. You will be a fine no.1 hero, just let go of your predecessor. Please.

That alleviated little concern. Undeterred, you move onto the letter to the media.

To all the news channels and gossip rags that haunt this city like the festering ghouls you are, I detest you. You created division, turned heroics into a popularity contest, seeded doubt during a time where we needed hope, and fought so hard to bring us all to our knees. I know my story will vilify me, so I accept my place in the burning flames of hell. Just know that when you get down there, I will be waiting to enact justice.

You are practically hyperventilating now. You grab the letter to your parents. You don’t know what these letters are, but they seem like-

The letter is snatched away from your hands. It appears you forgot to watch the door.

Turning around, tears in your eyes, fear in your veins, half-baked excuses running rampant in your mind. You expect to see vengeful Enji with a glint in his eye, telling you it is time for your punishment. Instead, you find an apathetic Enji, eyes soft and watery, stance broken and exhausted.

“I did not want you to see that. I am sorry that you did.”

Enough is enough, you want answers. Pushing against your instincts, you stammer out a question.

“W-What is going on? Why...why are you like this?”

He seems taken aback, eyes opening wide. This minor act of defiance, of speaking out when not spoken to, is enough to break you. Falling to your knees, you look away from him. Aghast that you even thought of defying his wishes.

“I’m sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn’t mean to question you like that! Or read the letters! Please! I didn’t- I don’t-”

A calloused hand grips your shoulder.

“Please. Stop.”

You look up to see Enji’s eyes, dull and watery again.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me, I am sorry too.”

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The afternoon is spent on the couch, watching TV in Enji’s lap. He seems to notice your nervous disposition, as he slowly envelopes you in a hug the more the hours go by. Eventually, he gets up to make dinner by himself, much to your unvoiced dismay.

You simply stare as he makes it. Both of you silent. He occasionally looks over to you, as if to make sure you haven’t merely vanished into the ether. You feel like you might vanish into the ether, honestly.

You move to the dining table, and a couple of minutes later, he brings out dinner. Silent, he sits down beside you, but a hand stops you from eating.

“Tell me, do you remember when we first met?” he sounds...hopeful.

“Is...Is this a trap?” you ask cautiously. This entire day has put you on edge.

“No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“I...I can’t remember it, really. Most of those months are...blank, I remember a few pieces of my first couple of months here. They’re admittedly not pleasant memories.”

“I see.”

“I mean, I appreciate that you did those...things you did to me! If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be any good at my job.”

He turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

“Your job?”

“Yeah, loving you, being your spouse.”

“Ah.”

Both of you go quiet. You wait on the signal to start eating. It doesn’t come.

“It was a gala event. You told me how much you hated them, and I laughed and agreed.”

“Ah. Gala’s sound so wonderful, don’t they though? Being outside, getting to dance, to listen to beautiful music.~”

You sway slightly thinking that you could have once been permitted to be a part of such a magical event.

“You may eat now.”

Enji’s command breaks you out of your daydream. He watches as you take your first bite, and follows in kind.

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When you finish, he seems restless. He gets the plates and puts them in the sink. He then takes you to the living room. He fiddles with a speaker for a couple of seconds, before classical music emerges.

“You said you cannot remember our first meeting, and by extension our first dance. I was wondering, would you like to dance with me?”

Confused, but delighted, you join Enji in the embrace. Softly dancing around the living room, you try to imagine what it was like meeting Enji for the first time. He must’ve seemed so sweet, right? That’s how Enji would come off to a stranger, right?

You lose yourself in the moment, allowing yourself to imagine a life outside of these walls. You would’ve met Enji at the Gala. He would’ve laughed. He would’ve given you his number, the gentlemen that he was. He would’ve taken you to a fancy restaurant for your 1st date. You could’ve shown up at his agency while he was buried under paperwork once, and it would’ve made his day. You could’ve kissed him under the rain, snickering as you pulled away and saw droplets evaporate on contact with his blushing face. He would’ve proposed in a quiet place, with a brilliant ruby. You would’ve met Shoto, and figured out what his deal was. You would’ve grown old together.

But this life is just as beautiful, right?

Enji leans down during the dance and kisses you. Softly, unlike all those times before. It’s beautiful to you. And based on the silent tears running down his face, it’s beautiful to him too.

He pulls you down onto the couch, staring into your eyes as the soft music plays.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“What for?”

“For a lot of things. For kidnapping you. For...training you. For punishing you. For breaking you, beyond belief. For so many, many different things. You are not the person I fell in love with, you are hardly a person. I broke you, I gutted your personality until all that was left was a shell, echoing any command I gave it. You do not have a soul anymore.”

He pauses, seemingly debating over this next part, ignoring your shaky and scared reassurances.

“And I am also sorry for the poison in our food tonight.”

Your world shatters at that.

“The fatal effects should kick in soon enough. It will not be a nasty death. Even in death, I intend to remain dignified. Or at least, I wish to preserve your beauty.”

You cannot vocalise anything, your mind is failing you. From either the poison or situation, you are unclear.

“There is an antidote on the kitchen counter. If you can get there and drink it, you will live. And if you are feeling ever so generous, you may even give some to me.”

He turns and looks you in the eyes.

“My only command is that you do not get that antidote.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Disobey me, and save yourself. Or obey me, and die.”

He shrugs.

“I did say I was sorry.”

“I-I...why?”

“Like I said. You are a shell. If you get the antidote, maybe I have not entirely broken you, maybe you can still be saved from my conditioning. If you do not get the antidote, I get to make Dabi just that little bit happier.”

You try to get up and into the kitchen. You really try. Your arms try to push up. You try to move off the couch. But...that feeling of fire licking at your body...it’s paralysing.

You instead collapse back onto the couch, and Enji sighs.

“Can you hold me?”

“Sure, my sweet.”

His arms pull you into his body. You feel yourself getting more and more tired.

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t be...what you wanted...”

“I am sorry I could not be what you wanted either...”

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honeyhan-123 · 4 years

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What You Can’t See

Summary: Bucky doesn’t understand how you could think were were just a one night stand.

Warnings: Non-con/Dubcon, dark yandere Bucky, stalking.

Word Count: 3.3k

AN: So a few months ago the lovely and incredibly talented @darkficsyouneveraskedfor gave me the title prompt ‘What You Can’t See’ and I’ve only just gotten around to writing it. This was also a request from my lovely purple and black love heart nonny who has disappeared recently, but I hope you enjoy. The prompt will be in bold.

My Masterlist

Your thighs ache in the best possible way as you gingerly slip from the bed, careful not to disturb the man still between the sheets. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but he had been insatiable last night and you had been more than willing to let him use you until you lost consciousness. But now with the sun streaming in through the blinds, your mind was of a different volition. Now it was time to go.

You spared him one last glance as you crept towards his bedroom door and the desire to take a photo almost overpowered you. He looked so serene as he slept, his long brown hair tousled over the pillow and his body lacking any trace of the ruminating thoughts you knew he had carried around all night. A small part of you wanted to climb back into bed with him but you knew that’s not what this was, and it would be better for everyone if you saved yourself from the morning-after embarrassment. So you made your way out of his small apartment and out onto the bustling streets of Brooklyn, vowing to yourself that you wouldn’t become one of those girls obsessed with some guy they slept with once.

Bucky awoke slowly. It had been by far the best night’s sleep he had had in over seventy years. A smile was on his face as he reached consciousness and remembered the feel of your body underneath his. It had been better than he had ever expected even if it hadn’t happened quite the way he had been planning. Bumping into you at the bar Sam had dragged him to had been a complete coincidence but he wasn’t going to complain. He felt a stir between his thighs as he remembered the way you had felt wrapped around his cock as he had you in the bathroom of the dingy bar and then again and again back at his place.

His hands trailed along the bed as he searched for your body, desperate to hear your moans of pleasure once more before he had to head into the tower. Mentally he was cursing Maria for calling a mission briefing on the weekend but he knew if he didn’t go they would expect the worst. Bucky’s smile soon fell off his face as his hands continued to search, only to find cold sheets. His eyes flew open and to his dismay, you had gone.

Immediately he threw back the sheets and got out of bed, not even bothering to pull on some clothes as he searched his apartment. He was desperately wishing that you had just gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom, or better yet he would find you in the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt as you whipped up some breakfast. He stupidly hoped that you would be making those pancakes he had seen you make a week ago when a friend had come over. He knew that if given the opportunity he would be very creative with the whipped cream you had coated your pancakes with.

Even though a small part of him had known as soon as he woke up that you were gone, his heart still ached as he entered the empty kitchen. Why had you left? He knew it definitely wasn't because you hadn’t had a good time last night. He had lost count of how many times you had cum before he dared focus on himself. So why the fuck had you left?

And what was he meant to do with his raging hard on now? Going back to using his hand after last night seemed like the worst trade off in the world.

He let out a sigh of annoyance before heading to the shower, waiting the briefing to be over already. The scalding hot water dripped down his body as he fisted his cock, dreaming up images of what he’d do when he rocked up at your apartment that night.

The sky was darkening, the golden streaks of sunset slowly disappearing and turning into a twinkling twilight when Bucky finally made it to your apartment. The briefing had lasted hours and then he hadn’t been able to come up with a good enough excuse to get out of training with Sam afterwards. Even though over the months the Birdman had started to grow on him, his constant teasing throughout the day about where Bucky had disappeared off to the night before was getting on his nerves. He didn’t want Sam making such lewd assumptions about you. Not that they weren’t entirely correct.

He was glad that he had briefly stolen your keys to make his own copy a month ago. It made getting into your building much easier. The large pastry filled box was slightly awkward to carry as he climbed the numerous flights of stairs towards you since the elevator was out of order, just like it had been for the last few months. He cursed your landlord for not giving a shit about the people living in his building but he reconciled it with the fact that soon he would take you far away from here. Soon everything would be different.

His fist rapped on your door and he tried to wait as patiently as he could for you to open it. He had no qualms about using his own set of keys to get into your apartment but he figured he should at least try and do this normally.

When the door finally cracked open Bucky could hear your gasp as you recognised him beyond the chain. ‘B-Bucky? What… What are you doing here?’ You seemed lost and confused and Bucky wanted to take those feelings away immediately. He knew that he would be able to help you.

‘Well I had planned on taking you out to breakfast this morning but you kind of ran out on me before I got this chance, so I figured I would bring breakfast to you.’ He held up the mint green cardboard box from BreadClub so you could see the pastries inside.

If you seemed shocked before, now you were doubly so. ‘But… how did you know where I live?’

Bucky forced himself to laugh when in reality all he wanted to do was break down your door so he could hold you. ‘Doll, I’m an Avenger. It’s not that hard to do a background check.’

‘Oh… right yeah I forgot about that. But still… what are you doing here?’

‘I just told you. I wanted to bring you some breakfast.’ His patience was starting to wean as you continued to keep the door between you.

‘Yeah, I got that. But what are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere else to be? Some Earth-ending event to stop?’ Your brows were furrowed as you spoke and Bucky could hear the fear starting to lace your words.

‘Nope. I’m exactly where I need to be.’

‘But why? I mean… we just had sex. We both got super drunk and hooked up. I don’t understand why you’re here. It was just a one-night stand.’

At this Bucky snapped and banged his fist against the door, forcing it open. The chain that had been in place snapped as easily as twigs underfoot. ‘Just a one-night stand? Oh Dollface you have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you seriously think that I would take just anybody back to my place for a quick fuck? I knew the moment I first laid eyes on you in that coffee shop you were meant to be mine. You’re more than just a one-night stand to me; you’re mine.’

Bucky felt as though he could almost hear the memory echoing around in your head and recognition flashed across your eyes. It hurt slightly that you hadn’t thought of that moment nearly as much as he had, but Bucky didn’t mind. From that moment on, his life had been changed. It was a change as irrecoverable as falling from that snow covered train all those years ago.

He snapped the door shut behind him as he stalked inside your apartment, inwardly hurting as you retreated back a few paces. But that would change. You would come to love him just as he had you. ‘I brought us some pastries from the bakery around the corner, BreadClub. I know it’s your favourite. I figured they would keep our energy up tonight.’

‘Our energy? Bucky, I don’t know what you’re doing here but I would like you to leave. You’re starting to scare me.’

Bucky let out a humourless laugh, amazed at how you still didn’t seem to understand. ‘Dollface, I’m not going anywhere, not now, not ever. So why don’t you be a good little girl and lead me to your bedroom. After having you last night, I just can’t seem to get enough.’

When you had made no effort to move, too stunned by his presence, a flash of annoyance crept over Bucky’s face. He had been waiting for this all day, hell, he’d been waiting for this for months. He wasn’t about to let you ruin his plans. He would show you just how good together you were; how you were made for him.

‘C’mon Dollface. Just take me to your bedroom and then we can both enjoy ourselves. I know you had a good time last night and that was while you were drunk. It’ll be so much better when you're drunk off of me.’ Heat flushed your cheeks as his words reminded you of the dingy bathroom stall where he had first taken you and then of his kitchen counter where he had eaten you out for hours before finally taking you back to his bedroom. You tried to ignore the tell tale tingy between your thighs as you relived the memories. That was not happening again. This man was clearly delusional.

You watched as he inhaled deeply through his nose, a smirk gracing his sinful pink lips.’Oh Sweetheart, you want it, you want it bad.’ You blanched at the idea of him being able to smell you and quickly tried to deny it.

‘No I don’t Bucky. What I want is for you to leave. I’ll… I’ll call the cops.’ You tried to make yourself seem braver than you felt but any bravado you had mustered up quickly vanished when Bucky let out a bark of laughter.

‘You’ll call the cops and what? Tell them an Avenger is fucking your brains out? They wouldn’t believe you, and even if they did, by the time they sent a patrol car around I’ll have you begging for more. So why don’t you quit wasting everyone’s time and just be a good girl.’

You hadn’t noticed the tears starting to pool in your eyes as he spoke but you blamed them for blocking your vision as you made a mad dash around him. You barely got two feet to the door before his strong arms wrapped around your waist and he hoisted you up onto his broad shoulder.

If he felt any of the kicks or punches you tried to land on him, he didn’t show it as he walked purposely through your tiny apartment towards your bedroom. No matter how loud you screamed, you doubted any of your neighbours would come and check on you, you didn’t exactly live in the best part of the city.

You felt the air rush beneath your body as he threw you down onto the mattress. You bounced for a moment before trying to scramble away from him, only to be trapped by his legs coming to straddle your body beneath his.

‘C’mon Dollface. You know I really didn’t want it to be like this but if you’re not going to be reasonable, I’m just going to have to show you I mean business.’ You didn’t bother responding to him. Instead you just sucked a deep breath in and screamed as loudly as you could, desperate to get anyone’s attention.

Your scream didn’t get far however as his hand quickly clamped down on your throat, the cool metal pressing against your jugular, cutting off your air. ‘I am only going to say this once, so listen up. You. Are. Mine. And I am not going to leave until you realise that, okay Sweetheart?’

Panic seeped through your veins as he pulled out a long flick knife from his bomber jacket. He wasted no time in pressing the cool metal to the skin of your navel and you barely dared to breath and he slid it up and under your top before yanking it up fiercely, tearing through the thin material.

‘Oh, now that’s what I’m talking about. That right there. That’s why I can’t leave you alone, you’re too fuckin’ gorgeous.’ You recalled him saying similar things the night before, peppering your senses with little compliments continuously as he was inside you. It had made you feel incredibly sexy last night, but now it had an entirely different effect. ‘Well actually…’ his hand reached up to cup your jaw gently. ‘It’s only part of the reason.’

You felt your cheeks flush with heat as you registered his words and you cursed his silver tongue. How could he be saying such sweet things to you while this was happening? How dare he try and be the prince charming you had longed for in all your previous relationships when in reality he was the devil in disguise.

His knife made quick work of your sleep shorts and your panties too. You felt the warmth of his hand against your most intimate parts as he groaned. ‘I knew you wanted me Doll. You’re so fucken wet for me. Just for me. Such a good girl, responding to me like this.’ You tried to swallow the bile in your throat caused by his words and your body’s betrayal. ‘I told you we belong together.’

His fingers played with your slick, swiping it along your folds and up to your clit where he swirled his fingers. You bucked your hips, whether to get away from his hand or closer to it you weren’t sure. The pleasure he was giving you was just undeniable and no matter how much you hated him in this moment, you could feel the familiar tension building slowly in your abdomen.

‘You’re close aren’t you Doll? See how good I can make you feel. It could be like this all the time. Just let go and give in, give in to me Baby.’ You tried to shake your head, tried with your last remaining strength to throw him off but you couldn’t. You couldn't do anything but exactly what he said which was give in.

You gasped for breath as you came, your walls fluttering around nothing as he continued to toy with your clit, unrelenting even as pleasure flowed through your veins. ‘That’s it. That’s a good girl. You’re so good to me Dollface.’ His praise only egged your pleasure on further, a dopey smile taking over your features before you could stop it.

As blissed out as you were, you somehow hadn’t noticed him undressing with hasty and jerky movements until he was lying back on top of you. ‘All day I’ve been hard just thinking about having you again and now I’m here, I’m basically ready to burst. How embarrassing is that? But don’t worry Dollface, as I proved last night, I’m not just a one and done.’ He smirked down at you as he guided himself to your entrance, finding a very warm and wet welcome.

‘Oh… Fuck Doll.’ He moaned into your ear, holding himself still once he was fully inside you. ‘You’re so fuckin’ tight, just milking my cock.’ You tried to block out the sinful words spoken as smooth as velvet but you couldn’t hide your body’s reaction. Not from him and not while he was inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your nails dug into his back as he started moving, slowly pulling out inch by inch before sliding back in again. His pelvis grazed your clit which each move of his hips and you shuddered in his grasp. While the memories of last night were hazy from the copious amount of alcohol you had drunk, you remembered enjoying it and now with him rutting into you, the same feeling of ecstasy started to build.

As he continued moving, his pace slowly building, the desire to push him off grew less and less. You knew your efforts would be futile as he was far too strong and with the way he was grinding into you, a small part of you didn’t want him to stop.

‘That’s it baby, you’re doing so good.’ His breath brushed against the shell of your ear and you couldn’t hold back the responding moan. ‘You like that huh? Me whispering dirty little things in your ear? It’s just like those audios you use to get yourself off isn’t it?’

You had no idea how he knew about those but he was right. His voice was so much more powerful and rich than those unknown ones stored on your phone. ‘You’re never gonna need those other men ever again. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.’ His voice was starting to grow breathless, coming out in sharp bursts. It mingled with the obscene sounds coming from your cunt as he thrusted into you again and again, his balls slapping against your ass as he moved.

‘I’m so fuckin’ close Doll, need you to cum first though…’ His voice was truly breathless now as he pushed up onto his haunches and wrapped your legs around his waist, never once missing a beat.

You gasped in shock as you felt his metal hand dip down, in between your legs. His deft fingers played with your arousal, getting coated in it before coming up to your clit and circling it quickly. You fisted the sheets as your toes curled. Your release was so close, you just needed a little bit more.

‘Play with your tits baby, play with them for me.’ You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but your body was no longer obeying your brain as your hands came up to cup your chest. ‘Yeah baby, just like that. Such a good girl.’

It was his voice that did it, the way it flooded your senses and finally released the knot building in your gut. You couldn’t help the scream that came from your mouth as your walls pulsated around him, trying to milk him dry. ‘Fuck Doll. Fuck, fuck.’ His thrusts grew erratic and you knew he was on the edge. ‘I know your pussy is just begging for my cream but I can’t… God, I can’t fucking wait to fill you up though.’ He groaned out before suddenly pulling free from you.

His flesh hand fisted his cock with strong and rapid strokes. Once, twice, three times, before his cum spurted out, landing in stips across your tits. The sound that came from his mouth as he worked himself through his orgasm was absolutely sinful and had you rubbing your thighs together subconsciously. The movement was not missed by him as a devious smirk came over his lips as he watched.

‘Just can’t wait for more can you?’ You hastily shook your head, trying to find your voice as he collapsed beside you, his arms wrapping around your body like a vice. You felt him start to harden once more against your thigh.

‘Don’t worry Doll, there’ll be plenty more where that came from now that you’re finally mine.’

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The Giant of Marathon

For some reason, probably because I've seen them all so many times, I thought I'd already done all four Film Crew episodes. Evidently this is not true. Here's one, and if you haven't seen it... wow, Mr. Honcho was not exaggerating about the thousands of sweaty men.

Philippides of Athens is the greatest athlete there is, having won the entire Olympics. With the games over, he returns to his day job as commander of the Athenian city guard. Followers of Hippias the exiled tyrant are plotting to take control of the city with help from the invading Persians, and they try to seduce Philippides to their cause by offering him wine, women, and homoerotic wrestling (it was ancient Greece, after all). Philippides refuses to be seduced, and sets off to secure the help of Athens' old enemy Sparta in opposing the Persians. His mission is a success, but upon his return a spy tells him that the Persians are planning a sneak attack on the harbour of Piraeus. Can even Philippides get there in time to deliver the warning?

I don't actually know if it were possible to win the entire Olympics in ancient Greece. I know there were several events and at least one of them involved reciting poetry. The Battle of Marathon was in 490 BC and a table on Wikipedia suggests that there could have been up to twelve different sports, but some of them were only for children.

The Giant of Marathon touts itself as a tale of epic battles, daring deeds, and political machinations. I'll get back to the epic battles and daring deeds, but what stands in for the political machinations is mostly a bunch of people pining. Unimpressive villain Theocritus is pining for the beautiful Andromeda, whose father has promised her to him but she thinks he's a dick. She's pining for Philippides, who is also pining for her but thinks she's one of Hippias' followers, so refuses to speak to her. Meanwhile Theocritus' concubine Charis is also pining for Philippides because he's the only man who ever refused to fuck her, I think.

These relationships are important to the plot, too. Andromeda's love for Philippides is one of the reasons her father refuses to join the traitors, and when Theocritus realizes he cannot have her, he ties her to the prow of his ship to force Philippides to watch her die. Charis' crush on Philippides leads her to her death, as she is executed for spying. Yet none of it is ever developed beyond 'these two pretty people saw each other and now they want to bone'. Philippides declares his love for Andromeda after a single five-minute interaction. Charis has seen Philippides twice, and both times it went badly, when she decides to betray Theocritus.

Why do the writers hang such important plot points on the 'love' between people who have barely spoken to each other? I can't decide if it's because they're lazy, or because they're hacks, and I lean towards a combination of the two. There is absolutely no subtlety to the writing in The Giant of Marathon at all. Everything is told, not shown. We know that Theocritus and Creusus are traitors because they talk about it, in dialogue that's clearly written for the audience, not as anything that sounds like a natural conversation. We know that Charis and Andromeda are both in love with Philippides because they say so. The only thing we're really shown is that Andromeda hates Theocritus, which comes through in her body language (though we are also very much told), so props to actress Mylène Demongeot for that much.

The movie doesn't care about any of this character stuff, anyway. It just wants to get straight to those epic battle scenes, and it's very obvious how much work and time went into those as opposed to everything else. The battles are lengthy and elaborate, full of impressive stunts and props and miniatures being destroyed all over the place. We get to see Persian chariots run down Greek infantry, and while I'm pretty sure this would have been orchestrated so the stuntmen didn't get hurt, I'm not nearly so confident about the unfortunate horses (and neither was Bill). There are ships in flames and injured men screaming as they fall overboard. There are even some pretty good deaths, like the guy who was hit in the eye with an arrow. The desperate last stand of the city guard against the entire Persian fleet, with the Spartans arriving just in time to save the day, is very tense indeed.

I get the impression that this is what somebody really wanted to put on screen, and they did a decent job of it, but pretty much the entire rest of what ought to be the story is just an accessory to the fighting stuff. It's as if the film-makers wanted so badly for their fight sequences to be epic that they forgot what makes epic-ness – which is the characters and their stake in the events. We don't know any of these people, none of them have anything we might call a personality trait, and so we don't care.

The focus on how epic it all is makes I seem a little strange that the battle ends on a shot of dead Persian guys floating in the water. You'd think they'd want to end with something that more decisively shows the Athenian victory, maybe the men cheering as the Persian ships turn around and flee. Or perhaps some kind of victory celebration, which could mirror the celebration of Philippides winning the Olympics in the opening and call back to the scene where Philippides asks the goddess Athena to protect her city.

Instead, we cut to a shot of Philippides and Andromeda walking across the farmland together. This feels a little too sudden, and is also a poor fit with the rest of the movie. The only time we've seen Philippides on his farm is when he's gotten disgusted with the politics of Athens and returned to the countryside to sulk. If the farm is supposed to be a place where he's happy and at peace, the movie never establishes it.

So that's political machinations and epic battle sequences, let's talk about some daring deeds.

Unlike the Hercules and Maciste movies we've seen in the past, The Giant of Marathon wants to be grounded in real-life history. This means that while the script does reference gods and mythical heroes, none of them ever appear and there is no hint of them working behind the scenes to bring events about. Likewise, Philippides is not a demigod, so we avoid several of the tropes associated with the genre. Nothing important ever happens (or fails to happen) because the hero was asleep, and he never bends prison bars or drinks a love potion – although a love potion is mentioned, as if to draw attention to this.

This doesn't leave Philippides a whole lot of scope for daring deeds, and when they try the results are a little lackluster. His main feat is, of course, running all the way from Marathon to Athens (the proverbial forty-two kilometres) to let them know of the impending attack, but while this ought to be the highlight of the movie it's shot in terrible day-for-night and we have nothing to suggest how far this is... I think the writers just assumed everybody knows the length of a marathon. If we'd seen the army tired from making the march earlier, we would have a better sense of it being a long and tiring journey even at a walk or with horses, and it would seem that much more formidable as a distance for one man to cover before sunrise. Of course, showing us these things is apparently beyond the scope of The Giant of Marathon's writers, but you'd think they could at least have a character say something like, “it's twenty-six miles! He'll never make it!”

His other major daring deed is when he pushes giant boulders down a hill onto the attacking Persians. This is kind of weird because Philippides is not Hercules or Maciste. He's good at track and field, but we haven't seen any evidence of him having godlike strength, and this is a universe where gods don't seem to do much anyway, so it comes out of nowhere. The rocks are huge – there are similarly-sized ones at the park near my house and I know one guy couldn't move them no matter how buff he might be. Did somebody just forget that they weren't making a Hercules movie?

Between the battles and the various plot twists, The Giant of Marathon could have been a pretty fun sword-and-sandal movie, but it's like a tower without a foundation. The fights have nothing to hold them up, so we just can't get into it. Also, what the Underworld happened to Hippias? We see him once, chatting with the king of Persia, and then he vanishes and the movie decides weaselly little Theocritus is the big bad instead. I'm sorry, but if you've got a character with a name as cool as 'Hippias the Tyrant', you really can't just drop him like that.

The Best Brains liked to complain about the tinyness of the costumes in these movies but honestly, nothing here is as off-putting as actual ancient Greek sports would have been to the modern viewer. When I was in university I TA'd for a course called Introduction to Greco-Roman Civilization. It was an adventure in several ways – the students were mostly dumb freshmen who spent the lectures playing Farmville, and the professor didn't give a shit because she'd just been denied tenure. I don't know how much anybody learned in that class, but I'm sure they all recall how, after the professor told us that Greek athletes stripped naked and covered themselves in olive oil before wrestling, somebody raised a hand and asked if they removed their body hair. The professor cheerfully told him that they did not, so next time we see a Greek vase we ought to remember that these guys were much sweatier, oilier, and hairier than terra cotta can possibly convey.

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okay, could I,,,,,possibly ask for the "I needed you but you weren't there" ask with Steve Rogers???

Love you sweetheart, have a great day <3

omg I'm so sorry I've just seen this 🥺 I love you too angel! you too 🥰

You'd be going through a tough time lately just like everyone else on planet earth. After the snap everything became chaotic as the remaining team members tried desperately to figure out away to undo the carnage Thanos had caused to the world.

You, Bucky and Steve were inseparable through everything. They supported you through every difficult time and fought along side you every moment they could to try and keep you safe. You had always been very attracted to Steve even before the serum, the kind hearted blonde was all you could've asked for in partner and when he became Captain America, it made you love him even more which you thought wasn't physically possible. It was the increased height or his muscle mass that made you love him even more, it was the fact that even through everything he kept the same kind, selfless and caring personality he always had done. When you eventually found each other after years apart and many tragedy in each other's lives, neither of you wanted to wait any longer to be with one another so you confessed your love for him and eventually joined the avengers alongside him.

Losing Bucky again in the blip felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest, he was the person you went to when you weren't okay and he came to you whenever he needed too. He wasn't just Steve's brother but yours also. You hadn't coped with losing him very well, all the energy just seemed vanish into thin air, your willingness to fight slowly beginning to disappear into darkness. You needed help but others needed it more than you so you put on brave face, dragged yourself out of bed and began to help with everything.

Steve was barely around, between keeping the community going and trying to find a way to get everyone who'd disappeared back he was never there. You couldn't be angry at him, how could you be? he was doing what he could for everyone around him but he forgot about you. You did everything you could to support him during the years and he'd forgot about you when you needed him the most.

You felt so guilty for feeling that way especially with everything going on but you needed to be selfish. You'd put everyone else first all your life and finally it was time to put yourself first.

Steve had been gone for a few days, telling you nothing about his whereabouts or what he was doing and you were worried sick. Your mind instantly went to the worst places as it normally did and when he rocked up early hours in the morning, you were beyond angry.

"Where've you been?" You asked, instantly getting up from your position on the arm of the sofa.

"I was out helping some people, I lost track of time" He replies, throwing his keys on the counter and placing his jacket on the back of the sofa.

"okay well next time I'd appreciate some form of communication so I at least know you're okay" You replied with a deep sigh. moving to put your cup of coffee in the kitchen so you could go to bed and finally get some sleep.

"what did I do wrong now?" Steve huffed as he slapped his thighs in annoyance.

"I needed you and you weren't there! You aren't the only one who lost bucky and I've been busting my ass just like you to keep this place and the community going but I needed you! and you weren't here" You snapped, the tears flowing from your eyes as you looked at him with sadness and guilt.

You wiped your eyes, going to your bedroom to let out your emotions and to get some sleep, leaving and shocked and guilt ridden Steve in the living room.

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Chris Evans x Actress! Reader – Requested

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Summary: Y/N have been engaged to Chris Evans’ newest movie. The only thing that scares you is the sex scene; when you open up to your co-star, he’s more than understandable. Though he really doesn’t like girls faking with him.

Warning(s): fingering

When your agent said there was the chance for you to be casted in a movie with Chris Evans -the Chris Evans- you immediately said yes, no matter which the conditions were.

Then you found out who would you be playing an who would he be playing.

Long story short, you were supposed to play Chris’s love interest throughout the movie. And there was no problem so far. Actually, you liked playing the girl he was craving for. What you didn’t know, or better, what the director didn’t tell you was that you were having a scene of sex with Chris.

Better, Chris’ character would have sex -really rough sex- with your character.

The day your agent handed you the final script, you stood in silence and with eyes wide-opened up to the last page. You saw, you read things Christian Gray would have paled imagining.

Ropes, wax, fire, ice: everything beyond the imaginable was in there.

“If you think I’ll lay undressed in front of the whole crew, you’re wrong”, you sat down on the couch holding a glass of red wine in your right hand, “My boobs will be displayed on the screen. Do you think I like the idea?”

“You’re the one you agreed without even reading the script. This isn’t my fault”, your best friend, and agent, Carla stated taking a sip from his cocktail. She sent you a scolding look and chuckled when you put on your puppy face, “I’m not going to save your ass this time”.

“Shouldn’t it be your job?”

“Yes, but I am also your best friend…so, no. I’m not doing it.”

You were about to reply, referring to the money you gave her every month, when your doorbell rang, “You’re so lucky, girl”.

You came from Belmont and at the moment you were shooting in Los Angeles, so you had to rent a flat for you and Carla. It wasn’t a mansion, neither the tiniest flat you had ever seen, but it was comfortable you two -especially because back home you had spent a lot of time together and you were used to each other wandering around with only a shirt on.

“I’ll have a refill”, she warned you and headed to the kitchen.

“Then I’ll remind you which are your tasks as my agent!” you shouted smiling while getting closer to the door. You turned the handle and opened it; on the doorway of you rented flat there was Chris Evans holding a pack of beers, “Hi!”

“Hey…uhm, can I get in?” his hand went at the back of his neck and on his face an embarrassed smile spread.

“Sure!” you put yourself on the side and motioned him to come in, “Please, make yourself comfortable”, you lead him to the living room and sat down, “What brings you here?”

“Tomorrow’s shooting”, he replied handing you a bottle of beer opened by him, then he opened another one for him, “Mark decided to move up the last scenes of the movie…” Chris knew you were new in the industry -only two years of experience in a sitcom-, so he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible with him before shooting, “And the sex scenes are tomorrow in the afternoon, around three”.

You moved your eyes away, finding interesting the bottle of beer in your hand, and nodded at him. Silence hit both of you; neither of you knew what to say to make the situation more comfortable, yet you hoped he would be the one doing it.

He set his beer down on the coffee table and turned completely to you: “For being your first role on the big screen, it is a very important one. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with the crew and, most importantly, with me in view of the scenes we’re shooting tomorrow”, Chris placed two fingers under your chin and lifted it up, making eye contact with you, “And you’re not comfortable”.

“The problem isn’t you. I just…I don’t feel comfortable with…being naked on the set”, you blushed while confiding in your co-star, none other than your favorite actor -the one who inspired you becoming an actress as well, “I-I don’t like being watched by strangers”, you gave up, feeling tears at the corners of your eyes, “It is something personal…”

“Hey, listen to me!” he waited for you to look into his eyes before keep going: “I’ll have a talk with the director and ask him to limit the number of people on set in the afternoon”.

You shyly smiled at him and silently thanked him for the support he was showing to you.

“So, now…are we planning on getting drunk or what?” he opened another bottle of beer and handed it to you, then he opened one for himself. He quickly glanced at you, still uncertain on what to do, “Drink, or I’ll have to force the beer into you”, he threatened you, nudging at you.

You took a drink and looked at him, after a few seconds you both burst out laughing, tilting your heads back.

The next day, at lunch, you didn’t eat much as you were used to. A roll combined with a chicken salad was all that you ate that day as you prepared the sex scenes with Chris. You still hadn’t seen him, and you hoped for it since thanks to him, ad his words, you had been able to sleep peacefully -as a baby, your mother would say.

You were currently sat down on the couch in your trailer with your agent, quickly going through the script when someone knocked at your door, “Get in!” you shouted, gaining a bothered gaze from Carla.

It rapidly changed into a panicked one, and finally into a pleased one, “I have to make a call”, she warned you and got out of the trailer, leaving you alone with your guest.

There was some kind of wall between the small living room you were in and the front door and since it didn’t allow you to see who had just entered the place. You got to know it once he had approached you.

It was Chris, the man you had been searching for since that morning.

“Hey”, he greeted you with a quick hug and a kiss on your cheek -and you did the same, “Are you ready? We’ll start in fifteen minutes. Actually, I came here to bring you on set, not before…” from behind his back, Chris put out an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels, “Having drunk a couple of shots”, and he placed down on the table two little glasses and the bottle. Then he started pouring out the brown liquid into the glasses and, once done, he grabbed both of then, handing one to you. “Who said this will help?” you asked, after having swallowed the drink all together, “God, it burns…”

“A friend of mine. Always drink before shooting a sex scene, he would say”, Chris replied, pouring out another drink, “That’s for you”.

“Why you only one and I two?” you didn’t refuse it, instead, you brought to your lips and let the less burning liquid going down your throat, “And I have to remember you we’re not shooting the entire scene. Only the beginning”.

“And the tub scene, have you forgot about it?” he reminded you, “Speaking of which, have you practiced faking an orgasm?” he chuckled and crossed his arms over his broad chest, waiting for an answer from you.

The alcohol was already having an effect on you, in fact neither of you was expecting that kind of answer from you: “Do you wanna hear how good I am?”

Alcohol had always made you horny and that situation wasn’t helping the cause. “Then…I’m ready. Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m ready…I think”, you grabbed your script and your phone from the coffee table and followed you co-star as he exited your trailer; you stopped locking it and after sent a message to Clara, warning her you were heading to the set. “So…have you talked to the director? I mean, not that you had to, but-“

“Yes, Mark assured me it will be only him, the two of us, the two choreographers, and only two costumers. All the others have been said to leave”, he told you grabbing your arm and making you turn to him, “I know you’re a great actress. Show it to everybody and trust me”, Chris looked you straight into your eyes and for a moment you could swear that there was something more behind his words.

A hidden meaning, that, then, you couldn’t completely understand.

You walked until you reached the door of the studio and the built man let you enter first, then he closed the door behind his back. Chris followed you next to the choreographers and you vanished behind the curtains of your dressing room.

“Chris!” Mark, the movie director, yelled and approached him as he was being prepared at the makeup table, “You’ll be the first one entering the scene”, then he started telling him the scene, once again: “Jim is in the bath tub and yells Erin’s name, his maid. You ask her to join you in the tub and, although she isn’t pleased at the idea, Erin can’t help but accommodate every request of yours. She undresses herself and joins you”, the director stopped as both, Chris and him, had approached the set, ready to be played on.

Chris assigned costumers was suddenly behind him, as she helped him getting ready for the shot. Back in the dressing room, you were with your assigned costumer and she was now helping you zipping the maid uniform, “On the set you only have to pull down this zipper”, she showed you the long, easy accessible, zip she had recovered from you from another studio, “You’re not wearing a bra, so the only thing you’ll have to take off are your panties”, she motioned at the black, laced panties you were wearing underneath the dress, “Chris Evans will be the only one watching you walking naked towards him. Cameras will be behind you back”.

Once you were ready, you walked out the dressing room and met Mark, waiting for you and Chris to meet up with him, “Oh, you’re done!”

You frantically crossed your arms over your chest and quickly smiled at him. Soon after, you both saw Chris walking towards the point you were. In silence you approached the set and heard the last few tips of the choreographers as regarded the shot. The scene would be intense -as it was intended to be- and, for this reason, the screenwriters wanted you to call Chris’ character Sir and he would have called you Sweetheart. No names, afraid that you would have make a disaster.

The scene would have start right after Jim had called Erin, so you were brought at the end of the stairs, a camera following you. Your hands were shaking, and you suddenly regretted having drank before shooting.

Such a stupid idea, you thought while the director sat down on his chair. Everything went black and there was silence on set; you heard the ‘click’ of the camera and soon after the director called action.

You quickly climbed up the stairs, once on the top of them, you ran into the bathroom, from which you had heard your boss calling your name. Always careful not letting fall the tray you were holding with your left hand, and the glass full of red wine was on it; so you opened the door with your right hand. All your attempts not to let the tray fall vanished when you saw Jim -the man who had been teasing you for the past three days-, naked and in his bath tub; inevitably the tray crashed to the floor and the glass smashed against the cold marble, causing a dull noise.

“I’m bored, and alone. Would you mind joining me?” Jim didn’t look at you while asking you that indecent question, neither did him actually gave you the chance to say ‘no’ when he ordered you to get rid of your clothes and enter the tub.

“I-I don’t think…” you tried, but he coldly glared at you, shutting you up. You hadn’t other option than slowly undress yourself and get in the tub with him.

Jim welcomed you by spreading his legs, leaving enough room for you to sit in.

The water wasn’t hot as you expected, so you shivered once you had gotten in. You felt Chris’ right arm holding you close and, as you brought your back against his, his chest hair tickling you. He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze and whispered: “Trust me”.

“You shouldn’t think that much”, you felt his hand standing between your legs, forcing them open, “Instead, you should let you go more often” he slipped his fingers on your core, teasing your clit through the thin lace of your panties, “And I can help you”.

His hand had already bypassed your piece of clothing when you felt his thick and strong fingers between your folds, and you gasped in search of air. Jim’s other arm, the one free, wrapped your shoulder from part to part, preventing you to get up, either to fall in the water.

“Such a good girl”, he whispered to your ear as he forced your entrance with two of his fingers. Both the position and your natural tightness felt more than good around him. Your walls clenched together, as if they were closing the way to your g-spot, yet Jim pulled his fingers upper your channel and finally found what he was looking for. Meanwhile, you closed your eyes, tilted your head on his shoulder, and swift moans escaped your mouth.

“P-please…” you whispered to his ear, implicitly begging him to make you cum.

Jim played dirty. He always did. “Tell me what you want”, as his three fingers weren’t enough, your boss brought his thumb roughly rubbing your clit, “Use your words, Sweetheart”.

“Chris-t! Make me cum, please!” you almost yelled and you had the sensation he was smirking while bringing you to your highest point, quickly and violently thrusting in and out, you arched your back so much that your nipples almost peeked out from the water, “Please, Sir!”

When your orgasm came, the pleasure washed you over and you brought your left hand to the back of his head, poking his flesh.

“Stop!” Mark’s voice brought you back to the Earth, where you were just shooting a movie, “This was…perfect. We’re keeping it! Good job, Y/N”.

You thanked him with your shaking voice, and he gave you a questioning look, but then he called five minutes and went out, together with the camera operator. You slowly turned to Chris, whose ears and cheeks were red, “Did you just fingered me with ten people watching at us and a camera recording the scene?” you were incredulous and you did your best to keep your voice down while asking.

“Technically they hadn’t seen anything”, Chris saw your costumer approaching and whispered to you ear: “I couldn’t let a girl faking an orgasm with me”, he smirked and released you from his firm grip as he was told to get out in order to give you the right privacy. He put a toweling robe on and looked over his shoulder, to you, smiling sincerely, before disappearing behind the door of the fake room.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Carla asked you once you had reached your assigned changing room.

You had been just fingered by Chris Evans in the middle of the set.

You clearly weren’t okay.

Author’s note: there’s a ‘bonus scene’, do you want me to post that as well?

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flowerflamestars · 3 years

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Okay okay I just read your jaw dropping post about how acotar would be with Nesta Under the Mountain and now I’m curious: does Rhys meets Feyre? Cassian and Nesta’s first encounter, how does it goes like? LUCIEN AND AZRIEL SLOW BURN “STRANGERS” TO LOVERS? Nesta wouldn’t be stupid to let her sisters be kidnapped by Hybern, so how do they get changed into Fae? And DO they get changed? I’ve got a thousands questions now

OKAY YES- Nesta Under the Mountain, acomaf remix:

First, I just want to pause to highlight the chaos factor here. What happens after Amarantha and Tamlin die? Rhysand, bound by magical contract and also Dramatique, nopes out, bringing Lucien and Nesta.

And he’s a mess. It’s relief, it’s half a century of unimaginable torture. He needs a bath. He needs to lay in bed for a week before he speaks to another living person. Instead, he takes them to his moonstone palace.

Does he rest? Plan? Go find his friends who are screaming at his mental shields?

No. He gives Nesta and Lucien rooms, and proceeds to have breakfast with them while flirting with Nesta, so he can pretend everything is fine.

To say Nesta is feeling A Lot is an understatement. She has zero Tamlin murder regrets- and many, many, I came back to life and got kidnapped again regrets. She does take a bath. Washes off the blood, braids her hair, tries not to look at her freaky faery face, looks for clothes. Is unimpressed beyond measure at crop top sheer ensembles, and goes looking for Lucien.

Swathed in turquoise silks, doing that thing where he’s grinning but his eyes are flinty and just waiting for the next attack, he’s no better off. The robe in Nesta’s bathroom was a lace confection- the one in Lucien’s in quilted green silk. Nesta wears that.

Is still wearing it, when they show up to breakfast, Rhysand flirts- and because Nesta is an Archeron, she throws a teacup at his head.

(Lucien, beside her, buttering toast: yeah, that doesn’t work on her)

What really happens in acomaf? Love, trauma journey, betrayal. But Tamlin’s dead- and guess what family promptly sails back across the sea to seize power of Spring? Guess. No one is out here calling Nesta the Savior of Prythian. She’s not the mother, she’s the crone. Women love her, men fear her. She’s not the blessing, she’s the punishment.

Morrigan tracks down Rhys, and this is what she finds: 1 autumn prince, wearing a crop top and acidly explaining that he doesn’t give a single fuck if Spring burns. 1 devastating faery lady wearing nothing but a robe. Rhysand, with tea dripping from his hair.

Tears! Reunion! Nes & Luc, exit stage left faced with Emotions.

Nesta doesn’t need to learn to read- and she doesn’t need Rhysand’s fucking help, as she keeps saying, as he keeps doing nice things for her. Fuck off, she says, fixing her hair with the diamond pins that have mysteriously appeared on top of her book. Do not look at me like that, she threatens, catching him grinning at some insanely offensive thing she’s said about Beron.

Rhys likes Nesta. It’s not willing. Nesta...kind of hates Rhys still. Rhys is also still, A Mess- and Nesta just happens to be the sexy project in front of him.

You didn’t make a deal for me to be a permanent house guest, she tells him.

Morrigan, to herself, a respectable wlw who, you know, met Nesta in a robe and learned ten seconds later she killed a High Lord as a human: PLEASE STAY FOREVER

Rhysand takes them to Velaris.

Lucien is devastated by the prosperity- Nesta goes straight for Rhysand’s throat- you protected one city? Rhysand says, one city, and four people. It’s the closest Nesta ever comes to respecting him, lasts three seconds.

It takes one night for Nesta and Lucien to vanish. Dangerous and disconcerting for a few reasons- Prythian is singing songs of Nesta, and they’re songs of destruction. Lucien has a price on his head.

But they’re not courting danger- they’re over the wall. Nesta knows a war is coming, knows she’s painted a target sky high on her back. She leaves letters for her sisters- she’s alive, she can’t come home, she’s sorry, she loves them, please please please be careful- and they spend ten hours straight setting wards around the slumbering Archeron manner.

With his usual sense of good timing, the next morning is when Rhysand trots out his work for me plan.

Hybern wants a war, and Nesta is a weapon. Lucien, who has been a rapid fire, info dump strength been trying to tell Nesta all the shit she needs to know now that she’s a faery, tells him to go to hell.

Rhys feigns very much like that was uncalled for, unravels a few more layers of the I’m only bad as a ruse lifestyle before their eyes.

Nesta more or less ignores him, but explains Lucien’s comment for them both: no fealty. No oaths. No games. No more fucking tattoos.

Rhys, eventually, repeats himself: work for me, I’ll pay you, you don’t need to belong.

Nesta demands a contract. Exact terms. Proof of salary. Tells Rhys, casually, that she killed one High Lord human and she’s perfectly willing to try for a second with immortality on her side.

Nesta and Lucien, private contractors. Nesta and Lucien, who also don’t really believe a word Rhysand says.

But then it’s time for dinner. To meet the Court- Nesta repeats Court of Dreams to Lucien with such lofty disbelief he’s still giggling to himself every few minutes when they get to the House of Wind.

A pause, a step back: Cassian. Cas lost his shit when Nesta died- Cassian felt her come back to life- Cassian, who has never met her, has no idea what that means. He’s been rattled around, feeling more than a little crazy- tense, unfocused, walking the streets of Velaris like he forgot something that can never be found- he also didn’t tell anyone.

Nesta Archeron walks into the House of Wind beside Lucien Vanserra, and everything stops.

It’s Rhysand’s stumbling, lightening struck, immediate oh-shit reaction, just on a very different balcony, with circumstance more different that Cassian allows himself to believe.

There she was. There was what he’d been looking for- there she was, taking a glass of wine out of Lucien’s hand.

There’s no personal story time at this dinner. There’s Cassian, dumbstruck, silent, staring. Azriel, whose good manners kick in and make him speak. Lucien, drinking. Nesta treating it like a business meeting and directly trying to establish what everyone’s jobs are.

(Also Nesta, meeting Amren, recognizing her name from fairytales she read trapped in Tamlin’s house: Do you really drink the blood of men?

Amren: Only very, very bad men who ask nicely.

Nesta’s nod in response took years off Cassian’s life.)

Nesta, child of every court. Nesta, who Rhysand keeps comparing to the Courts universal holy objects while she bites her tongue bloody. Locate, read, utilize, steal- Nesta wants it done now, wants to hamstring Hybern before he can set foot on their island.

But research takes time. So Nesta’s learning to be a faery- and breaking a ridiculous amount of things along the way- Lucien is hanging out in her shadow, free as he’s ever been in his entire adult like but also just waiting, waiting, for the axe to fall.

Everyone thinks they’re sleeping together- more importantly, even if they’re not, they’re In Love.

There’s no weaver in the wood moment- because frankly, Rhysand doesn’t want to risk that Nesta will somehow befriend her. Less Rhys in general, because Nesta doesn’t want to spend all that much time with him.

Nesta is just in Velaris, waiting for the damn job to start. With Lucien. Sometimes Amren, or Morrigan. Often, extremely often, Cassian.

In canon, when they meet, Cassian is all set up to hate her- she didn’t protect her sister, she’s disloyal she’s- all of these terrible things that have to be proven untrue. That clash, that fighting shapes...basically everything.

This Nesta, he has every reason to admire, and it’s killing him. She saved Prythian- she killed a High Lord with her bare hands and knife Cassian wouldn’t want to use to cut an apple. She’s incredible.

She’s also the unfortunate, perfect receptacle for all of Cassian’s self worth issues. He can’t look away, which means she’s not looking. Of course she loves the son of a High Lord, who fought by her side- they survived together, they’re the same species.

So. He’s just going to quietly, miserably, love her forever. But he doesn’t actually talk to her- this is the only Cassian who has ever been quieter than Az- he just can’t. But he’s always there- passing messages from Rhys. Flying her to the House of Wind. Present.

So he also ends up around when Lucien and Nesta decide to move on from magic training to physical training.

And Cassian absolutely falls over himself asking to help. To train her. To make her stronger. To maybe, you know, punch him in the face.

The offering goes as badly as can be imagined, all the wrong words and blushing fury. Insulting. A mess.

Nesta does what Nesta does best. Asks him, you’ve trained how much of your own army? Cassians answer is halting but true- yes, yes the Legion’s are his lifes work.

And look, Nesta is mad at the implied insults to her and Lucien both. She’s also mad this asshole who clearly doesn’t want her here, doing the job she was hired to do and has made that clear with the silent treatment, is now intruding on her personal business.

She gets in his face. I’m not an Illyrian. I’m not a man. I will never be a soldier under your command and I don’t need your help.

(the vicious cultural sexism has, in fact, trickled down to Nesta’s knowledge quite easily. She doesn’t know Cassian’s back story.)

The knife sinks oh, so, fucking deep. Cassian who also, has never learned to back down, doesn’t fuck off. So he’s around, brooding and training himself, while Lucien teaches Nesta evil little tricks and how to move like lightening, to use weapons and magic as one.

Nessian keep fighting. Cassian also keeps finding every even slightly plausible excuse to be in her company-because now she’s looking at him.

So what, if she’ll never love him back? So what, if fucking Lucien Vanserra who flirts with everything that moves somehow earned her loyalty? Cassian is never-will never- judge or undermine her choices. Never.

He just wants to be around. To speak to her every day. So what, if the angst is burning him alive?

Interlude: the Summer Court. Rhys and Nesta go alone.

Nesta likes Tarquin. Tarquin...is kind of more afraid of Nesta than Rhys. There’s no flirty montage, Nesta goes to hang out with Cresseida. Knows her for about a day, comes to understanding that Cresseida was the one who held Summer together under Amarantha.

Nesta tells Cresseida everything. Hybern’s coming back, they’re already making plays. They want the Cauldron, but control can be stolen with the Book. Rhysand thinks I can read it- all I want is Hybern dead.

It is, in the end, compelling. Helped along by the fact Nesta peppers in that Rhys isn’t going to ask.

There’s a fight, a battle, conditions: in the end Tarquin gives the book to Nesta. Only Nesta. For Rhys, this still works- for the Summer Court, the distinction is important. Nesta Archeron, Cauldron-blessed, the Sword of Prythian, will wield the book.

Not the blessing, the punishment.

Rhys says something very Rhys, and Nesta leaves. They’re winnowing to the same place, she can now, it doesn’t matter- but what matters is this: Nesta goes back to the House of Wind, and runs into Cassian.

She’s just carrying half the book- like that isn’t an insane, miraculous thing, and Cassian congratulates her, without saying anything stupid.

But then Nesta sprawls down in a window seat, and starts looking at the book.

(Cassian is GOING THROUGH IT. he thought being around her was bad? Knowing she’s in another court where he can’t make sure she’s safe or okay or not having a bad day made him LOSE HIS MIND)

Which is fully what he blames for the fact that Cassian also, does not leave. Crosses his arms. Leans in the doorway like it doesn’t matter. Asks, like a moron, why Nesta isn’t looking for Lucien.

(Cassian to Cassian: SHE WAS GONE DAYS- SHE COULD HAVE BEEN HURT? WHERE IS THE CARE? THE CONCERN? THE- LUCIEN WAS AT A BAR WITH AZRIEL LAST NIGHT)

Nesta: No, I’ll see him later.

Cassian: Reunions...are important. The war is going to come faster than any of us think.

Nesta: I know?? that’s why I just spent a week in fucking sand- I’m doing my job-

Cassian: We all have so little time-

Nesta: You think I don’t know that??

Cassian: I just. I don’t understand- you have options. You have the entire world. You are the entire world, and you deserve-

Nesta: What. Exactly. Do you think I deserve?

Cassian, miserably ferocious: someone waiting when you come home. from battle. from stupid shit Rhys makes you do. You deserve everything.

Nesta, rising from the window seat, walking across the room: You’re here.

Cassian:

Nesta, rolling her eyes as she sweeps past and away: You. Were here. When I got back.

I’m going to cut this here and then post a part two! Thank you so much for asking, stay tuned :)

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“atop a hill of gold” || shouta aizawa

desc.: A pro hero comes to your shop for four shots of espresso after a long night. He leaves with just that, and then some. [1.6k words]

a/n: this fic has the soft energy that this song has. i named the fic after it but the title was weird so i named it after one of the lines. it’s from one of my favorite lgbt+ movies so theres that. i also havent written for aizawa so sorry if it’s eh. [navigation]

Coffee shops were for people who woke up at five in the morning, people who depended on coffee, and people who depended on coffee because they had to get up at five in the morning. They were also for the occasional tea-drinker, though as exam season rolled around, you were seeing significantly less of those people, or you watched those people become addicted to caffeine just to keep up with their studies.

It wasn’t often you saw heroes when you were working, though. The shop was nestled between two taller buildings, and the only people who noticed it at all without a map were the shop’s regulars. So when the pro hero Eraserhead sulked through the doors that fateful early morning, you couldn’t help but be surprised.

The sun had just peeked over the buildings across the street, the last of the storm clouds from the night before making way for its grandeur, and the morning dew still clung fresh to the window. The unfamiliar man that had walked through the doors seemed so strangely out of place. Black hair, black outfit, a white scarf wrapped loosely around his neck atop of slouched shoulders. His whole being collided with the golden glow of the morning seeping past the hanging vines outside and above the shop window, as if he were the parallel to dawn.

You recognized him, but you hadn’t seen much of him on the news- mostly because he worked primarily at night, and because he almost always managed to hide his face from the cameras with the cover of darkness. Because of this, you weren’t expecting him to be so handsome, nor so thoroughly exhausted-looking. The fatigue rolled off him in waves and nearly put everyone else in the shop to sleep.

Your back straightened as he approached the counter. “Can I just get a black coffee? Four shots, please.”

“Ah. The worst combination of liquids in history for the best effects. What size?”

“Large.”

“Of course,” You smiled. You put his order into the register. “You look like you’ve had a long night. No time for rest?”

“I’ve got classes to teach,” The hero sighed. You gave him his price and he handed over his money.

You turned and started on his drink, but spoke before he could walk away from the counter: “Is it too weird to ask what you were doing all night?”

“Uh...a little, but I’m used to weird,” He replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It was just a villain. Took all night to track him down.”

“Wait, are you talking about that ‘Shadow Dweller’ dude? The one with the weird little mask?”

“Yeah, that one. It’s kind of hard to arrest someone who can just vanish into the shadows. Took a lot longer than I’d hoped but there’s not much else I could have done, I suppose.”

“His quirk kind of makes it seem like cheating. Pretty OP if you ask me.”

“I mean, you can’t really cheat at life. That’s just his quirk.”

“Look, I’m just saying, if I were a villain, I’d be throwing my manifesto pamphlets from the rooftops instead of sneaking around at night all the time. Kind of a dick move on his part.” The hero chuckled at that. You finished his shots and poured them in before adding some coffee from the pot. You added a few drops of honey to make it a bit more bearable to drink.

A thought suddenly popped into your head with a heavy feeling on your chest. “Oh, fuck, you get a hero discount. I completely forgot, I’m sorry-” You apologized, hurrying to the register and setting his finished coffee on the counter in front of him, but he stepped forward to stop you.

“No, no, don’t- I don’t really care for the discount. Actually…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet again, taking an unknown amount of cash and sliding it into the jar by the register. “...I should probably give you more.”

“Uh-” Your eyes widened at the numbers on the bills in the jar. “-I mean- thank you so much, but why?”

He looked at you as if you should know. You gripped the edge of the counter. “It was nice to have a conversation with someone after a long night. And I had some cash to spare.”

“I don’t normally get tips for chatting with people. Usually I get some from old ladies when I put extra whipped cream on their drink.” He chuckled at that, and you smiled at the sound. “But really, it isn’t necessary. I don’t think I can accept this much money, as much as I’ve enjoyed talking to you-”

“-but you will. I’ve got no reason to take it back.” He sipped at his coffee and grimaced. You wondered how it didn’t scorch his tongue. “God, that tastes like shit…”

“I warned you,” You laughed, nearly giggling. He took another sip and seemed a bit more tolerant of it, that time. Your grip on the counter tightened as you leaned forward on it. You didn’t mean to look him up and down after that, but the side of you that was going crazy thirsting over him at the moment hoped that he noticed. “You should really try to find some time to rest. I can tell you do this often, and it’s really not healthy.”

“I think I can go a few sleepless nights if it means keeping villains off the streets. And I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to be.” You met his eye, and he seemed intent on keeping your gaze as he took another drink. You swallowed. Yes. He was really handsome. “I mean, if it ends up getting in the way of your teaching, that could reflect back on your students. Where do you teach, anyway?”

He leaned his side on the counter and took another sip. “Yuuei.”

You stuttered for an answer. “Oh- like. Like the school? For heroes?”

“That’s the one. You seem surprised.”

“Oh, it was just like, uhm...a dream of mine to go there. When I was a kid, I mean. But I never got a quirk, and I started drinking coffee when I was a teen, so...thought I’d just get a business degree and do what I love. Or what I’m addicted to, anyway.” Most people gave you a pitiful look when you told them that little story, but he gave you a look of understanding, oddly enough, though you weren’t sure what someone with a quirk could understand about someone without one.

He looked down at his drink. “I thought you might have had some sort of manipulation quirk. Altering flavors, something like that. I can kinda taste honey in this.”

“Oh, I did that, sorry. I used to add honey to those drinks all the time when I was cramming for exams in college. Makes it a bit more tolerable. You know.”

“I know pretty well, yeah,” He agreed. He turned around to make sure there was no one in line before asking, “What’s your name?”

It took you a moment to register the question before you answered it and asked in return, “What about you? Or do you just go by ‘Eraserhead?’”

“‘Aizawa’ is fine,” He smiled. You weren’t gonna tell him how much that name suited him. You were still on duty, after all.

After a moment of silent decision, he asked, “Can I have my receipt?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh! I’m so sorry I forgot to ask, I’m just-” You pulled the receipt from the register and handed it to him. “-I’m a little distracted today, is all. I’ve been forgetting everything,” You laughed with an airy nervousness.

“Can’t imagine why,” He smirked at you. He set his drink on the counter. “Can I borrow your pen?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” You answered, turning around to the machines behind you to start on your own coffee. You were packing another shot when you heard the pen click closed.

“I’ll see you around. Thanks for the coffee.”

You turned around just to watch him leave for the doors before you could say anything. You noticed the receipt still laying on the counter. “Aizawa, your receipt-!” But he was already through the doors. If he heard you, he didn’t bother. You sighed and finished making your coffee.

Grabbing a rag, you quickly wiped down the countertops before even looking at the receipt. You thought it was kind of a dick move of him to ask for his receipt and then just leave it behind for you to pick up. But when you did pick it up, you noticed the numbers scrawled at the bottom, along with the message: “I get off work at five. Don’t forget to call me” and a little doodle of what looked like a cat next to it. You guessed that was his signature. You made it his icon in your phone contacts.

You supposed Aizawa fit somewhere outside the lines of someone who came to coffee shops because they woke up at five, or because they depended on it, or because of a mix of both. He seemed like someone who came to coffee shops for reasons beyond that of coffee itself. And he definitely wasn’t the first- you’d seen people come to your shop and leave with someone else after a long chit-chat, or leave with someone’s number. You didn’t think you’d ever become one of those people, but you couldn’t complain. Especially when the person who gave you their number signed it with a cat doodle.

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Written In The Stars XCIV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: This has nothing to do with the story I just want to say I believe in Bi!Fred Weasley supremacy -Danny

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Unwanted Attention.

Their little trip to the kitchens ended up in a bad note when they found Winky drunk in butterbeer and Hermione broke, yelling to all the house-elves about their rights.

Least to say they were unpleased. They kicked them out, Ron was so angry at Hermione for ruining his chances at getting more free food that they didn't stop bickering for the rest of the day.

Normally, Mel and Harry would've complained and roll their eyes, but considering this as a huge opportunity to finally spend time alone, they left the angry pair in the common room and went to the Owlery, where they sent a package filled with wonderful food to Sirius.

They stayed there for a while, leaning on the windowsill and talking. Closer to each other as the night started to fall.

"I wish things were a little bit different," Mel said wistfully. "I would take you on pretty dates, not caring about useless rumours..."

"I don't want dates, I only care about being with you," Harry shrugged, playing with her fingers. "Everything else doesn't really matter... unless it does to you?"

"Not really... I'd love to have a quieter time in school, but that's impossible when you're here," She teased. "You bring nothing but trouble, Potter."

"You like it, though," He smirked. "At least a bit, if you've stuck around for so long, I doubt it annoys you that much..."

"What d'you want me to say?" She scrunched up her nose, knowing the question would only make him even keener to tease.

"I'd love to hear that you like me," He replied boldly. "Don't you like me?"

She caught his hand playfully and stroked the back of it, humming to herself.

"Do you?" She finally questioned.

"I like myself plenty," Mel slapped his arm playfully and he laughed. "I fancy you a lot."

"You know," She looked away. "I really like this weather."

She fixed her eyes on Hagrid digging outside his cabin, perhaps planting something.

"I like you," Harry beamed, his hand closing around hers. "I also like to say that I like you, feels good to admit it."

"Been dreaming about this for a while, have you?" Mel smiled, still not looking at him. She was trying to keep her composure, even though the air felt charged and it was getting harder to breathe.

"You haven't?"

Madame Maxime got out of her carriage and walked to Hagrid, seemingly trying to start a conversation.

"Not at all," She said absently. Harry stiffened beside her and she giggled.

"You're funny..." He pouted. Unexpectedly, he reached for her waist with his free arm and pulled her closer. "Really, you crack me up."

Hagrid responded to whatever the woman was saying but he didn't talk much. In the end, the woman walked back to her carriage looking defeated.

"I think Madame Maxime regrets what she did to Hagrid," She said. Harry, who'd been half-looking at the scene as well as shamelessly flirting with her, nodded with very little interest.

"Guess she realized how stupid it's to worry about what others think..."

"Isn't that kind of the same to what we're doing?" Mel frowned.

"What d'you mean?"

"We're hiding from all of our loved ones. We care about what others think."

Harry came out of his daze then, blinking in confusion.

"This is different. We're not hiding because we're afraid, we do it 'cause we know Skeeter would bring it out of context."

"Okay then, why do we hide it from Ron and Hermione?"

"Well," Harry looked away. "I don't know..."

"We know they'd be happy for us..."

"Yeah."

"Then why do we hide it?"

"We don't want to ruin it," Harry shrugged. "You know what I mean, I won't try to explain it."

She smiled at how easy it was to talk to Harry now that they knew about their feelings.

"You know, sometimes you can be clever..."

He scoffed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Look at you, all cute and frustrated," She cupped his face with her free hand and squeezed his cheek lovingly.

"Quiet, Mellow."

However, before she could decide whether or not to be quiet, Harry leaned further and kissed her.

Mel wasn't expecting to see any reaction from her classmates when the article about Hermione and Harry's relationship spread around school. Few people believed it, but the most they would do was stare, wondering how come Harry was so comfortable around her despise his 'heartbreak'.

She knew –because Erick told her– that most people were confused, they'd thought that Harry and Mel were the ones dating. Now that those rumours had been killed by the article and none of the people involved were interested in clearing things out, the interest has worn out, most students moved on; Harry and Mel were being less watched, which gave opportunities to sneak away from prying eyes more often. However, they completely forgot that it wasn't only the Hogwarts students receiving these articles and reading them in their spare time. On Monday morning, they got a very unpleasant surprise.

Hermione mentioned a subscription to the Daily Prophet and was waiting to get it when an owl came down to their table.

"How many subscriptions did you take out?" said Harry when four other owls landed next to the one.

"What on earth—?" Hermione took one of the envelopes. Mel took another and examined it. "Oh really!" Her friend scoffed.

"What's up?" said Ron.

"It's — oh how ridiculous —"

She handed the letter to Harry, it was a bunch of letters from a newspaper cut out and rearranged messily:

'You are a WickEd giRL. HarRy PotTER desErves BeTteR. GO back wherE you cAMe from mUGgle.'

"They're all like it! 'Harry Potter can do much better than the likes of you...' 'You deserve to be boiled in frog spawn...' Ouch!" A liquid with a strong smell came out of the last letter she'd opened and poured over the girl's hands.

"Undiluted bubotuber pus!" Ron winced.

"Ow!" Hermione teared up, trying to clean up her own hands.

"Don't spread it!" Mel stopped her, she took Hermione's arm and helped her up.

"You'd better get up to the hospital wing," said Harry, looking at her in concern. "We'll tell Professor Sprout where you've gone..."

Mel made an attempt to follow her but Hermione mumbled 'Get rid of the rest', before hurrying out of the Great Hall.

"I warned her! I warned her not to annoy Rita Skeeter! Look at this one..." Ron picked one up and read in horror. "'I read in Witch Weekly about how you are playing Harry Potter false and that boy has had enough hardship and I will be sending you a curse by next post as soon as I can find a big enough envelope.' Blimey, she'd better watch out for herself."

"Who do they think they are?" Mel asked in anger. "Feeling entitled to attack a fourteen-year-old without knowing the whole story!"

When they were heading to Care of Magical Creatures, Pansy talked from a few feet away:

"Potter, have you split up with your girlfriend? Why was she so upset at breakfast?"

"She found out your brain's beyond repair and that just broke her," Mel spat, pulling her friends forward.

They studied nifflers for Hagrid's class, made a funny little competition out of it, which Ron surprisingly won. However, for some reason that didn't please him. Hermione got back at the end of the class with her hands completely bandaged and informed Hagrid about her misfortune.

"Aaah, don' worry," Hagrid replied softly. "I got some o' those letters an' all, after Rita Skeeter wrote abou' me mum. 'Yeh're a monster an' yeh should be put down.' 'Yer mother killed innocent people an' if you had any decency you'd jump in a lake.'.. Yeah, they're jus' nutters, Hermione. Don' open 'em if yeh get any more. Chuck 'em straigh' in the fire."

Ron was unusually quiet, frowning at the prize he'd won in Hagrid's class (a chocolate bar from Honeydukes).

"What's the matter? Wrong flavour?" Harry asked gently.

"No... Why didn't you tell me about the gold?"

"What gold?"

"The gold I gave you at the Quidditch World Cup. The leprechaun gold I gave you for my Omnioculars. In the Top Box. Why didn't you tell me it disappeared?"

Harry and Mel shared a look before they finally remembered what was he talking about.

"Oh! I dunno... I never noticed it had gone. I was more worried about my wand, wasn't I?"

"Must be nice," Ron said quietly. "To have so much money you don't notice if a pocketful of Galleons goes missing."

"Listen, I had other stuff on my mind that night," Harry replied sternly. "We all did, remember?"

"I didn't know leprechaun gold vanishes," He said with embarrassment. "I thought I was paying you back. You shouldn't've given me that Chudley Cannon hat for Christmas."

"Forget it, all right?" Harry insisted.

Ron stared intently at the food of his plate and mumbled, "I hate being poor. It's rubbish. I don't blame Fred and George for trying to make some extra money. Wish I could. Wish I had a niffler."

"You're not poor," Mel patted his hand lovingly. "Not in the ways that matter– look at Malfoy, he has all that money and he's always in a terrible mood. He's got terrible friends as well."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't hurt if I could buy new things for once, would it?" He pouted.

"Well, we know what to get you next Christmas," Hermione tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, Ron, it could be worse. At least your fingers aren't full of pus? I hate that Skeeter woman! I'll get her back for this if it's the last thing I do!"

With the arrival of Hermione's hate mail also came a new wave of interest for Harry's love life, which meant they had to go back to the stage of walking on their tiptoes to avoid any unwanted attention, and it was driving them mad.

Hermione grew obsessed with finding out how Skeeter was getting all the information, Harry suggested that maybe she'd put microphones around the school but Hermione quickly brushed it away, reminding them about how that sort of Muggle technology was of no use around school.

The teachers were handing them more and more work as the end of the year started to inch closer. Mel and Dumbledore finally moved on from wandless spells to tracing hidden magic and she was doing splendidly well, mostly because she wanted to get everything done so they could start with her animagus studies.

The last days of May, Harry and Mel were in the library discussing Percy's letter while searching for some books for her lessons. Ron didn't want to join them and Hermione was busy with her research, so they found themselves in the bliss of another moment for the two of them only.

"Percy's in denial, he's too fond of his new position," Mel commented as she reached for a book in a higher shelf. "He's a pain, too young to be given all that power..."

"I thought you admired Percy," Harry replied.

"I appreciated his dedication while he was in school but I this is getting out of hand, something tells me he's not apt for the job."

"I reckon he strongly disagrees," Harry took the books as Mel handed the lot to him.

"Well, we're as close to figuring that out as we are to finish our assignments. I can't wait to be back home next month!" She tried to take the books from Harry's hands, but he refused to let go. "Just imagine– Glasses, knock it off! I'm capable of carrying my books!– As I was saying... picture us with all the time in the world to do whatever we want..."

"We could go to the movies!" Harry offered. "I have no muggle money, but maybe Emily could take us to Gringotts so I can exchange a few galleons..."

"I like the sound of that, we're old enough to do so," She happily walked up to the table on the corner.

"Been dreaming about it, have you?" Harry teased. She left the books on the table and stopped.

"What I've been dreaming of," Mel said carefully, "is for the tournament to end. I feel like I'll only be able to rest once it's over."

"I haven't been terrible in it, have I?" He tilted his head.

"You know I don't mean that," She lifted a hand and pushed some strands of hair away from his eyes. He sighed shortly, leaning into her hand instinctively.

"Just one more task," Harry said quietly. "Then it'll be over."

She nodded in silence, that wasn't the only thing she was thinking. Mel was hoping for the moment when they would finally be together in peace, without articles and journalists nagging around... Mel moved her hand from his cheek to the back of his neck and, catching him off guard, kissed him.

This one, though still innocent and short, conveyed all the emotions she was feeling. A loud thud startled them and caused her to bump noses with Harry. She heard him grunt as she held onto her own nose, tearing up a bit.

"My apologies!" A voice came from behind. "Did I take you by surprise? Well, I dare say you're not the only ones..."

"Not you," Mel groaned. "Why, of all the people that could've found us it ended up being you..."

"It's a gift," Erick smiled with no hints of shame, sitting down at the table they were planning to take. "It gives me the opportunity to eavesdrop a bit, and Merlin, it's always worth it."

"You can't tell anyone!" She hissed, finally letting go of her nose. "Not even Hermione!"

His eyes widened in wild interest. "Why, is this the first time that happens?" He looked at Harry. "Well, it certainly didn't look like it. Most of us think you're almost married. What is it?"

Mel felt so stupid, caught red-handed after all their efforts...

"You know what Skeeter would do with the information, now more than ever," She grumbled.

"That doesn't sound fun, does it?" Erick inquired, she'd never seen him so ecstatic.

"Just keep your mouth shut, will you?" Harry spat, his voice came out muffled since he was covering his mouth. Mel was about to scold him when Erick let out a hearthy laugh.

"Never been one to gossip– I'm happy for you though, it's been exasperating, flirting with Mel without her noticing to get a response from you. I had to hold back from getting involved so often!"

"That was you holding back?" Mel scoffed. "Can't imagine what unrestrained would look like... What are you doing here?"

"This is a library," He replied with a grin. "Believe it or not, I study without you."

"Okay then, study."

"I'm about to, this is my table."

"I don't see your name on it–"

"We can share it–"

"Not after what you just saw, I won't tolerate your teasing," Mel blushed furiously, picking up her books. "We'll go back to the tower, Harry, c'mon..."

"Be my guest," Erick half-bowed from his seat.

"You're enjoying this too much," She glared at him.

"Haven't even reached the I-told-you-so phase, you've seen nothing," He retorted. "Take your girlfriend before she sets the library on fire, Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes at the pair. He wasn't going to admit it, especially not in front of Flint, but he'd felt a pleasant boost of energy at the word girlfriend.

"Come on, Mel..." He nodded at the boy. "I hope to never meet you like this again, Flint. Bye."

"Have a good night, lovebirds."

Next Chapter —>

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factual-fantasy · 4 years

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I WANNA SEE ALL UR UNDERTALE ART AND IDEAS🥺🥺🥺I WOULD LOV TO READ AN EXPLANATION OF UR LAST TWO POSTS

...Aight, bet.

I’m going to have to be slightly vague for a few reasons. For one, because people seemed to like this idea, I have been expanding it more and working through it, this means everything is subject to change. Second is if I go too far into detail it’ll take too long.

So, the story.

This takes place in a Refinedtale like universe. i.e. Chara, Asriel and Gaster are alive and on the surface after a pacifist run. Now, In this story Frisk, Chara and Asriel are friends with Monster kid, abbreviated to MK. Now they somehow end up in this huge cave system, with tunnels and huge rooms. A HUGE plot hole that made me shy away from posting about this story is I have no explanation for how they got there. They just wake up there separated for no reason. They weren’t doing anything strange or magic related, no they were just sleeping in their beds I guess and woke up in this weird place. No Its not supposed to be back in the underground.

So, the kiddos wake up confused, find each other and decide to look around. They come into a big room and find Toriel standing in the middle. Her outlines are white and the rest of her body is black. Her face is also blotched out, just like Papyrus in the first post. They try to approach her, but she attacks them with everything she’s got. Like really, she is trying hard to kill these kids. The kids fight back and keep trying to talk to her. Asriel manages to slip through the battle and pounce on his mom. He’s sobbing and begging her to stop and that she’s scaring him. She instantly stops. Her lines turn black and her body turns green. She becomes really connected to Asriel and becomes his servant all of a sudden.

The idea is that if one of the kids touch one of the blotched monsters, the monsters lines will turn black and they’ll change to what ever color the kids is. Asriel = Green, Chara = Red, Frisk = Blue, and MK = orange.

Toriel loves Azzy now and carries him around. hence this picture,

The kids are a bit nervous because she literally just tried to kill them. Now after that battle they start to look for more people.. and fine Undyne. Undyne was really intense, but MK managed to slip behind everyone and ram his head into Undyne’s leg, knocking her over and changing her silhouette to orange.

They now assume that a lot of other monsters are around here, and all you have to do to get them out of that state is to touch them. And depending on who touches them, their color will change and they will follow that specific kid around.

So they continue searching and find their next opponent, Undyne lends them each a small spear to protect themselves.. and.. its turns out Sans is next.. this one was really upsetting. I have touched a little on Chara’s inner demons in Refinedtale with this post. In this fight with Sans, the battle is really tense and hard, its a sense of bitter sweet nostalgia for Chara. Sans was always the most interesting battle in the timelines wasn’t he? Sans is seemingly the most harmless monster there is! So small, so frail.. But so powerful too. When Chara remembers the battles with him she feels shame, but also excitement! Sans’s battles were the best ones. Its because it was truly personal. Sans knew she did something. This powerful hatred came deep from within his soul. It was terrifying, and wildly exciting!! Being in this place again, where she could try and kill the comedian once more.. was just.. so thrilling! She couldn’t stop herself, she couldn’t hold back! She lost herself in the madness..

..and went way, too far.

Chara stood there for a moment, panting and smiling from ear to ear.. and then it hit her. The excitement was gone.. and in its place was just dread. Shortly after realizing what she just did, she burst into tears seeing Sans’s head scattered all over the floor. Everyone is shocked, a RESET isn’t an option here, Sans has gotta be dead. Chara crumples to the floor and cries. But next thing you know, Sans’s face shards gravitate towards his body on the floor. His face reconstructs itself, he changes to a light red color and Stands up. In the picture, her knee bumps Sans hand, thus counting as being touched. He walks over to Chara and helps her stand up. He’s now protecting her and loving her like Tori is to Azzy. After a long while of recovering and apologizing, they move on to look for more people. This is when they find Papyrus.

The fight with Papyrus was beyond anything they ever expected. It was like they were fighting Sans again.. but Papyrus was so much stronger than Sans, he was so much FASTER than Sans, it was insane! He could focus on every single one of them all at once! There was a post (that I can’t find) explaining how its very likely that Papyrus is stupid strong- he just holds back on you, anyway.. So this fight goes horribly, everyone is getting hurt. Chara tells Sans to do something, try to get Papyrus to stop, make it so one of them can touch him. So Sans teleports above and behind Papyrus’s head. In the picture above, that’s Sans in the middle of teleporting. He wraps his arms around Papyrus’s neck in an attempt to stop him. Making him lose his grip on Asriel.

Papyrus reaches his arm back, snatches Sans out from behind him, holds him up by his shirt and is about to kill him.. when..

Asriel begs “Papyrus stop!! Stop fighting us!!” Papyrus turns green.. the blasters and bones disappear.. then he gently sets Sans down. Not a word is spoken between the two brothers. But you could cut the fear and tension between them with a knife.

They all do their best to recover from this fight and move on. They keep searching and then find Alphys.

This one was hard because no one could get near her. She would sit completely still and the electricity would just come to them. The idea is everyone distracts her while Frisk sneaks behind her and manages to touch her. She turns blue and they move onto the next monster, luckily not much heart ache here.

Then they get to Mettaton, there’s a slightly angsty yet cool part where Mettaton is attacking Frisk and Alphys jumps in to protect her. Its like the Scientist vs its beloved creation you know? Anyway this is where things start to get fuzzy. I haven’t decided who gets Mettaton or how they get him. But lets just say its MK?

Now, I haven’t been able decide if Grillby will be one of the Blotched monsters. You might say that Grillby isn’t a significant character to the Undertale timeline at all, and you would be right. However in Refinedtale he is. Grillby plays a huge part in Sans’s life and to the overall movement in the timeline. And since this is Refinedtale based I figured it would make sense if he was in this.. but for some reason it just feels a bit off.. anyways, if Grillby was to be in this, he would be right after the Mettaton battle. I feel like Asriel would be the one to get him because he has a bit of a special advantage when it comes to fire type magic.

Next would be Gaster. Just like Papyrus, he was stronger than expected. The kids all kind’a saw him as a weak, broken old man that was way past his prime. Well they were completely wrong and apparently they forgot where Sans and Papyrus’s powers came from to begin with. So the battle is rough, the kids are tired and just manage to snag him. I can see Chara being fed up and charging through his attacks in a fit of rage and throwing him to the floor. He turns red and things are okay for a while.. They rest and try to collect themselves.

..they all know who’s next..

The four kids get carried through the cave system to conserve energy while they look for Asgore. They find him and decide that the kids trying to fight him is a bad idea. They don’t know if they can die here and they’re exhausted. Sans has demonstrated that the blotched monsters cant seem to die so.. they form a plan.

Sans, Papyrus, Gaster, Undyne, and Mettaton will all attack and just try to get him pinned on the floor, then one of the kids will run over and boop him on the nose. Simple! In the meantime Toriel (maybe Grillby) and Alphys will stand back to protect the kids. Cool right?..

(warning, Gore reading up ahead)

..Well, there’s a reason why Asgore is the king of monsters you know. It goes horribly. Gaster is pinned to the floor by Asgore’s foot and has his rib cage smashed in. Papyrus is impaled in the chest by his trident and is pinned to the floor, destroying his rib cage as well. Sans is pulling hard on Asgores soul with blue magic, trying desperately to get him on the floor and off his family. He’s blasting him in the shoulder with Blasters and impaling him with large bone spears. Undyne has a spear dug into his other shoulder and is bashing him in the head and yanking on his horns. Mettaton is using guns and shooting him from every exposed angle, he’s using his arms to pull on his knees in an attempt to get them to buckle beneath him..

...but he just wont go down.. no matter how hard they try, its not working..

Asgore throws Undyne off of him and smashes her head against the floor, causing it to crumple and shatter. Sans is mercilessly yanked by the arm and thrown hard against the cave walls, causing him to break in every area and the kids to shriek and cry. He kicks Gaster aside and shakes Papyrus off of his trident. He then uses the trident to slash at Mettatons head so hard his head comes flying off.

(Gore reading over)

The terror sets in as Asgore makes his way over to the crying kids. Toriel is literally on fire, Alphys is sparking, (maybe Grillby’s flames are roaring) they’re both(/all) ready to fight. The 5 blotched monsters on the ground slowly regenerate, but they’re not doing it fast enough.

As he steps closer and the crying gets louder, Asriel looks desperately for a way out. He then notices Chara is gone. And Sans has vanished from his place on the floor. Before Asgore can make his move, Chara and Sans drop down from above him and land on his shoulders, Sans’s face hadn’t even reconstructed yet, he didn’t grab on to Asgore and simply slid down on his cloak and collapsed on the floor. Chara gripped tightly to Asgore’s neck and shrieked, “STOP!!”

..He turned red, put down his trident and stopped.

As to what comes after and why this all happened? I don’t know. I imagined the four kids wake up in their beds the next morning and remember all of this, but the blotched monsters don’t. I also thought this could’ve taken place during a picnic. The kids disappear for about 10-20 minutes and show back up running from the forest crying and wounded. I also thought that everyone wakes up on the forest floor and only the kids remember, and everyone else is just confused on how they got there.

Haven’t decided on a beginning or an ending. But that’s pretty much the story in as much detail as I’ve built so far. :} I hope you enjoyed reading this, it came out longer than I intended, but that’s alright I think. ,,^ ^,,

#undertale #refinedtale #talks about gore

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leapyearkisses · 3 years

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Director’s Cut Commentary - Orbs Are Bad News Part 2

Second part of me blathering my thoughts all over this old story per the request of a very nice anon! I am still sleep-deprived, so yay~ Sorry, this commentary is probably way less interesting, since this part is just the sexy stuff, but if you have any particular questions, please send me another ask!

Happy to do any of my stories or just answer asks, whatever. I clearly enjoy reading myself talk XD

Comments in bold below the cut! This part is NSFW. Well, it’s all kinky but there’s also sex.

I forgot to mention this in Part 1, but the title of this story is because the homebrew campaign I ran for my friends involved magical evil crystal orbs. Hence they are bad news.

"Are you ever going to stop sneezing?" Remembrance asked. At the same time, Cordes said, "One thousand blessings, Llewellyn, one for each." The two of them were several yards ahead on the road, and only Cordes was looking back over his shoulder. Right now, the four party members were the only travelers on this particular stretch, although as they got closer to civilization, they'd started to pass the odd wanderer, farmers with wagons, even a merchant or two. The woods here were broken up periodically by stretches of arable land, clear-cut several decades ago and now waving with wheat, flax, or various vegetable leaves. The fields were golden in the late sun. Their shadows stretched behind them like taffy, rippling on the cobblestones. The day was vanishing quickly, and Gerrit could sense his companions' impatience to move on even as he stopped again himself, drawing out his handkerchief in a now very familiar motion.

Stick your people in a world. That’s my advice. Don’t have them just floating around in a no man’s land of generic scenery. (Also why I like period/historical snzarios and fantasy stuff, because reading about plain people in an apartment somewhere is boring to me.)

Llewellyn, for his part, could not answer them, face buried in his elbow as he ducked with another reluctant outburst. "Hahktschiu! Hahh- happtsch!"

"Bless," said Gerrit, and he stepped in front of the elf to shield him marginally from view. He laid one warm hand on the back of Llewellyn's neck and lifted the handkerchief with the other, capturing the next sneeze in the flannel folds. He settled his fingers firmly around Llewellyn's nose.

This was an arrangement that had been born out of necessity three days ago when the party had raided a bandit camp's plundered stores. Along with a good stash of gold and gems, they'd found a blue crystal orb, cursed perhaps, that had summarily become attached to both of Llewellyn's hands, rendering the sorcerer unable to do most anything... including take care of his cold on his own.

On the last episode of Orbs Are Bad News...

Llewellyn blew his nose into the handkerchief, wetting the cloth and dampening Gerrit's fingers through it. Originally quite opposed to such a display outside of the most private circumstances, the elf had been forced to put his pride aside and let Gerrit help him. His fever had abated the previous day, but the frequency of his sneezing had increased, as if his body was insistent now on ridding itself of whatever illness remained. It was a horrific prospect to Llewellyn to catch the resulting mess every time in the sleeve of his robes... so he suffered Gerrit to hold the handkerchief, even though they were walking along the road where any might see them.

Despite some initial teasing, Remembrance and Cordes had quickly grown accustomed to the practice and now cared not at all, except to complain. "We're going to have to camp again," grumbled Remembrance. "Five miles from Veigh and we're going to be stuck without a bath!"

Is five miles a realistic figure here? No fucking clue! I frequently engage in excessive and specific research for my stories, but I didn’t look up how long one might hike for in D&D. Oh well.

"Is there anything I could do for you?" Cordes asked, somewhat exasperated. The priest had made several herbal concoctions for Llewellyn over the past few days, but none had helped the elf's nose much. Cordes's specialty was unfortunately not the curing of disease but the mending of bones and flesh.

I will take any opportunity to make up an excuse as to why the snz cannot be contained. You’re welcome lol

"Ndo," Llewellyn growled, as fed up as the rest of them. "I'm beyond heh- help. Hngtschiu!"

"Bless you, arimelda," said Gerrit, trying to keep his voice even. He shifted the handkerchief so that Llewellyn could have a drier spot, trying to ignore a glimpse of slickness on the elf's face. "Remembrance, Cordes, why don't the two of you go on ahead? Find an inn, get a room, take a bath, whatever you want. It might be prudent also to send a message ahead to the Mages Guild about the orb. Will you do that? Llewellyn and I will join you when we arrive."

An elvish word appears! I researched this but not walking.

Cordes nodded. "Yes, I'll draft a letter as soon as- Hey!" Remembrance had grabbed his arm and was rushing ahead already.

"Let's go, man!" she said. "Everyone loves a damn priest; you're my ticket to a good room, so may your god help you if you dawdle." Her pointed tail swished as she practically jogged down the road. Cordes spluttered but could no more stand up to her as to a tornado, so off they went. It was a remarkably short time before the two of them were out of earshot, disappearing around a bend.

And again, removed so that the main characters can bang, lol.

Gerrit sighed but turned his attention back to Llewellyn, who was blowing his nose again. The handkerchief was running out of clean corners this late in the day, but the elf leaned back this time when he was finished. "All set?" Gerrit asked.

"Yes." Llewellyn rubbed his eyes on his upper arm, wiping away a spare tear from the effort. "...My apologies." He cleared his throat, refusing to meet Gerrit's gaze. "We may arrive after dark."

"You're ill," said Gerrit, trying to fold the flannel in a way as to avoid his pocket getting wet. "We'd move faster if you let me carry y-"

"No."

"Then I don't mind taking a more leisurely pace." Gerrit smiled. Even after everything, Llewellyn was stubborn. Honestly, since they weren't really in a rush, he didn't really care when they reached Veigh; they'd only detoured here to try and remove the orb. If Llewellyn, the most inconvenienced, didn't want to give up his pride and piggyback on... well, Gerrit found his noble hauteur inexplicably cute.

Me too, buddy. Don’t worry, you can carry your elf later.

He also wasn't in a particular hurry because it was awfully uncomfortable to make any sort of time with his arousal pressed flush to his thigh.

A reminder that sex is usually going to be involved in my stories. The snz is not enough by itself.

Llewellyn coughed into his elbow and then started walking again. Gerrit had pulled back his hood for him in the morning and braided his hair, and the crown of plaits caught the afternoon sunlight like an obsidian. Gerrit tried not to let his eyes linger on the sorcerer's pale nape. Or any other part of him. He and Llewellyn had been travelling together for close to three years, working for their current patron in the capital, and in that time Gerrit had felt himself growing closer to the elf. Wanting to be closer, anyway.

Llewellyn shot a glance at him and caught him looking. Gerrit flushed and turned his gaze back ahead to the road.

"You've been very accommodating during all of this," the elf said, tone carefully neutral.

Gerrit shrugged. "It doesn't bear mentioning. We're comrades."

"Comrades," Llewellyn repeated, an edge to his voice that Gerrit couldn't quite place. "Is that all it is?" He kicked a stick that had fallen to the cobblestones, sending it into the brush. Somewhere to the right, bumblebees droned over a meadow.

Llewellyn is kind of a asshole and not super great at communicating with any level of affection, although he does get better.

Gerrit swallowed. "Yes? You and I, we've helped each other before. I consider you to be a steadfast companion." Eyes on the road. Eyes on the dappled play of shadowed leaves and light on the ground. "Why do you ask?"

"So shy," Llewellyn exclaimed, a tad mockingly. "You've never been shy about taking me to bed, Gerrit." Despite his short height, the elf seemed to find it easy to look down his nose at the much taller fighter. "Has something changed?"

Height difference is also personally sacred to me.

"Changed?" Eyes on the road.

Llewellyn stopped walking. "You called me 'arimelda.' 'Dearest.' Did you think I wouldn't hear you over my sneezing?" He couldn't cross his arms with his hands trapped by the orb, but the set of his jaw was determined and his firm brows were arched. "I wasn't so distracted then as you seem to have thought."

Gerrit shoved his hands in his pockets. He stopped walking but didn't turn. "Apparently not," he muttered. "Look, we can set it aside. Doesn't have to mean anything – doesn't have to change anything. I know a highborn elf like you wouldn't consider an official relationship with a half-elven bastard, and I've known that from the start. For my whole life. So... I care about you. But it can just be as comrades, or whatever you want it to be." Llewellyn was quiet, and after a long minute, Gerrit did turn on his heel, desperate to know what kind of reaction he'd provoked.

The angst of the half-elven existence! Gerrit is a very typical half-elf in terms of D&D characterization, lol. Despite that, I do find these different-lifestyle pairings interesting, so they keep happening, cliche or not. There is a definite pathos in the elf/human relationship because of the different lifespans, of course - most famously depicted through Arwen and Aragorn, probably, although he’s not the exactly typical human. Anyway, it kind of varies how people like to determine elven and half-elven lifespans in D&D depending on the PHB and your DM’s weary forbearance lol, but Gerrit and Llewellyn will expect to live similar lengths because I’m a sap.

He saw Llewellyn standing with his eyes closed and head titled back, lips parted. The elf's nostrils flared as he gasped.

"Are you going to sneeze again??" Gerrit asked. He threw up his hands, then went for his handkerchief once more. They did have an arrangement.

He strode back over to Llewellyn's side and tucked the cloth around his nose again, thumb and forefinger just resting on the elf's nostrils. He started to rub Llewellyn's back. "You have the worst timing, you know? Here I am, spilling my heart to you and everything."

I laughed writing this part, too. You can’t always let things just be angst.

"Sh-hhuh-t up, I jh- just nih-" Llewellyn gasped again and gave in; he had no other choice. "Hahktscht!" He moaned and pressed closer into the handkerchief, thick congestion only aggravating the itch that remained inside. "Hkktschtt! Hngtscht! Hahh- ah-- ankcxttschiu!"

That sure is a bunch of letters crammed together!

"Easy... it's okay." Gerrit massaged Llewellyn’s nose, tried to soothe the irritation. He guided Llewellyn to the side of the road, and, in a moment of calm, settled him to sit on the grassy bank. He followed, kneeling at the elf's side. Llewellyn was tearing up again and his nose was twitching against the pads of Gerrit's fingers. Gerrit felt electric all over. He found himself wishing the handkerchief was gone so that he might touch the soft, heated skin of Llewellyn's septum, coax the elf to relax and loose his tension, sneeze into Gerrit's palm. The mess didn't bother him; none of it bothered him. He was supremely unbothered. His cock was almost painfully hard.

It took several more minutes punctuated with more urgent expulsions before Llewellyn seemed to trust himself to speak. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, eyelids tender and reddened. His nose was brightly ruddy, running to chapped. He had to take a shaky breath, collecting his thoughts. "Gerrit."

I’m a very visual writer. This kink is extremely visually-based for me. I wish I could draw as well as I want to so I could depict these scenes how I imagine them, but eh.

"Yes?" Gerrit lowered the handkerchief, gently pinching as he did to clear any lingering moisture. He wasn't ready to hear a rejection, nor did he feel particularly ready for a lecture or a tirade or even a logical exploration of why a relationship was a bad idea. He wanted, if possible, to keep walking to Veigh, side by side, listening to the bees and dragonflies and songbirds settling in for the evening, feeling the light breeze on his face, replete with the scents of summer.

"Kiss me."

Gerrit blinked, mental caravan bunching to a halt. "What?"

i am so funny omg

Llewellyn nudged him in the chest with the orb. "Kiss me. You're all worked up." He cleared his throat. "And judging by the state of you, you're not put off by my cold. So?" He tilted his head to the side, gently, closed his eyes. "I want you to kiss me."

An example of the B character not really forcing the admitting of the fetish but just kind of not caring. That is also okay, and I think it’s normal. People don’t just admit to all their kinks immediately upon entering a relationship.

Baffled, but feeling as though maybe all was not lost, Gerrit obliged, pressing their lips together. His own eyes slid closed and he cupped Llewellyn's cheek, deepening the kiss, touching their tongues together, trying to convey how he felt. Whatever had changed. The kiss lasted for too short a time; Llewellyn broke away to breathe, eyes half-lidded, but he didn't lean away.

I’ve never kissed anyone, but I consume media. I feel like I am pretty good at depicting things regardless of experience.

"I'm not going to dismiss you out of hand," he said. "You or your feelings. But I would ask for some time to think." He looked up through his lashes. "Are you feeling better?"

Another thing I like in romance, even in kink short stories like this, is a more realistic portrayal of the confession than just “It was obviously meant to be~”

Gerrit could feel his pulse in every extremity. "Not really," he managed, and he kissed Llewellyn again, this time sliding one hand under the elf's head and one at his hip and pressing him back to lay in the grass. He moaned in his throat as Llewellyn kissed back, and when they had to break for breath, he started to kiss at Llewellyn's forehead, jaw, throat, wherever he could touch skin. His hands roamed over the elf's body, smoothing over hip and thigh and belly until he could start to undo the buttons on Llewellyn's close-cut robes.

"Gerrit," gasped Llewellyn. He moved the orb between them, jamming it into Gerrit's sternum. "You are not going to sleep with me on the side of the damn road! Get ahold of yourself!"

He has standards!

Gerrit growled at the quick pain in his chest, then shook his head and leaned back. He flushed deeply and pulled his hands away. "Oh. Oh, fuck, sorry. I-"

"Pick me up." Llewellyn lifted his arms.

"What??" Gerrit's brain was having a hard time keeping up at the moment, all of his blood being elsewhere.

"There was a thicker copse of trees back about thirty feet, on the left." Llewellyn waved the orb at him. "Pick me up. We can lay down there."

His standards are NOT that high! But he does have them!

So. So Gerrit ducked his head into the circle of Llewellyn’s arms and picked him up, holding him securely and setting off down the road again, back the way they’d come. The elf was right; there, about twenty feet back from the bank, was a thick copse of pines, all grown together with wild geranium and maidenhead ferns. Gerrit pushed through, shoulder first. Despite its proximity to the thoroughfare, the inside of the stand was quiet and shielded completely from view. This would do nicely.

Told you you’d get to carry him soon.

He set Llewellyn back on his feet and made short work of undressing him, first freeing the sorcerer from his pouches and bags, then undoing the silver buttons on his robe from his collarbone to his crotch. The rich fabric fell open appealingly. Next, Gerrit freed the elf from his boots and leggings. A long white shirt, woven from the finest of elven angora, still covered him, but Gerrit pushed the fabric up over Llewellyn’s belly, leaning in to kiss the elf again and touching him intimately.

Llewellyn moaned and nudged Gerrit’s hip with the orb. “Now you,” he said. “I want to see your body.”

Gerrit complied, making quick time shedding his cloak, pack, leather armor, breeches, boots. Two daggers, two short swords, caltrops, a bow and quiver, a glaive, and a spiked whip followed. He pushed them to the side as Llewellyn rolled his eyes.

This is another funny trope lol, like when a hero or assassin or someone has to go through airport security and the metal detector keeps beeping because they’re carrying 18 knives on their person. Fighters are proficient in every weapon, so why not have one of everything?

"You can't possibly have a use for all of those," the elf said, and then Gerrit captured his mouth again.

He laid Llewellyn down on the soft carpet of pine needles, using his cloak to cover the ground and double as a makeshift pillow. The elf was beautiful in the shifting shade, skin flawless. He had the orb resting on his chest and it glowed intermittently in the inconstant sunlight. The gold chain netting that encapsulated both the orb and Llewellyn's fine-boned hands glimmered. "You know," said Gerrit, smoothing a hand down Llewellyn's bare thigh. "You'd look pretty good bound up in gold chain."

"This isn't enough for you?" He scoffed.

Gerrit laughed. "It would be fun to tease you. I love it when you fuss at me. So cute." He dodged Llewellyn's elbow and settled down on his stomach, hooked one of Llewellyn's legs over his shoulder, and nuzzled the base of the elf's cock. "Ready, arimelda?" His own cock was under him, pressed to his stomach in the confines of his shirt. He could feel his pulse in the head of it, quickening with the scent of his lover.

"Yes, you prick," sighed the elf, and he moaned when Gerrit started to kiss him and lave his skin. His fingers flexed on the orb, longing to wind into Gerrit's hair.

Licking is kind of thing, and I love writing about fellatio so. Yay~

Gerrit took Llewellyn into his mouth eagerly, fingers curled over the elf's thighs, fingertips pressing at the sensitive inner surface as he sucked and teased and swallowed. Like this, he could focus on Llewellyn's pleasure. The noises the usually stoic and prideful sorcerer was making were enough to make Gerrit moan, mouth full, and rock his hips. Nothing pleased Gerrit more than seeing Llewellyn undone, seeing the elf flushed and open and undone for him. And he shivered, all over, when he heard the elf's breath catch and his tone go wavery. He thought he could come from this, listening to Llewellyn sneeze while pleasuring him implacably with a heated, well-placed tongue.

This is also VERY IMPORTANT. Caretaking to the point of like, partner worship idk. It’s good!!

"Aa, aa, ahh- ih- Gerrit, I-" Llewellyn drew his knee up, curling, heel drawing along Gerrit's back. "I nih- need to snih- hh-"

Gerrit drew his head back, let Llewellyn's cock free for a moment. He didn't loosen his grip on the elf's legs, though, wound up and desirous. "Okay by me, melda, it's okay. Feel all right? Want me to stop?" He was breathless himself, had to force the words past the distraction of his arousal, but he would abide.

Consent is the sexiest thing.

"No, don't stop," Llewellyn groaned, then turned his head to the side. "Hpptscht! Hah- Haktschiu!"

"Bless, bless." Gerrit kissed Llewellyn's thigh tenderly, then nipped it, drew his tongue over the hurt, sucked a bruise to mark its place. He swallowed Llewellyn down again as the elf cried out in pleasure and then bent with another helpless burst. Gerrit wondered if he could make Llewellyn come simultaneously with a sneeze and what that might feel like. The fantasy set him alight. His abdomen was tight, his cock like a brand on his stomach. He redoubled his efforts.

Gerrit felt it first, when Llewellyn came, in the tightening of the elf's thighs and stomach, then tasted the salt of his release. His world narrowed down to taking it in, swallowing, milking with his mouth while Llewellyn cried out, going until the elf was pushing him away, keening, oversensitive. He didn't wait to lift Llewellyn then into his lap, cradling him with one arm and stroking himself with the other hand, desperate to come as well. Llewellyn pressed his face to the junction of Gerrit's neck and shoulder, tightly gripping the cloth of Gerrit's shirt as they rocked together. The elf's nose was gently wet and he was panting, sniffling. Gerrit came with a shout, holding him close, shaking with an overabundance of pleasure.�� He let go of his cock and embraced Llewellyn fully. He had enough presence of mind not to confess to anything, but he couldn't stop himself from murmuring how beautiful, how soft.

okay. o__o There’s only so much I can say about writing the porn lol. I write what I want to read.

Gradually the world came back. Birdsong, first, and the bees, the sounds of the trees swaying in the light breeze. The lingering heat of the day, dampened by the shade and the growing dusk. The musty smell of pine needles and the sharper hint of sap, the scents of sex, the pressure of Llewellyn astride his lap, the bite of uneven ground against his knees. Llewellyn was touching his cheek, trying to say something sweet, failing because of his cold again.

I tried to write this part so that it would not be immediately obvious to the reader, as it is not to the characters, that the orb is gone.

"Ah- hh- Ttschgktst!"

Wetness against his neck. Gerrit wound his fingers with Llewellyn's and kissed his jaw. "Bless you," he said. "I'll find you a healer in Veigh. We'll get you well again. Right after we free you from the orb." He laid his cheek against the back of Llewellyn's hand tenderly. Then he paused. "Wait." Straightening, he brought his hands between them. The right was laced with Llewellyn's left. "The orb is gone."

Llewellyn straightened also, looking down at his hands. His hands with no orb. He lifted them both, amazed. And then wiped his nose on his wrist, sighing in pleasure. Gerrit tried not to blush despite everything.

Me too, buddy.

"Where did it go?" he asked, looking past the elf's shoulder. "Why did it come off?"

"Who even cares at this point??" Llewellyn had let go of him and was stretching, running his palms over his body, touching his own arms and face and cock, finally able to move and feel again after three days of magical bondage. He wiggled his fingers and then clapped his palms together, raising a small flame with their parting. "I have my freedom back. I can cast spells again. I can-" He smiled brilliantly. "I can touch you, too." He dropped his hands suddenly to Gerrit's lap, nimbly taking Gerrit's cock between them.

Gerrit lost track of the orb immediately.

Me too, buddy.

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It was dark indeed when the two of them made it to the inn in Veigh, but both were in high spirits. Gerrit had relinquished handkerchief duty back to Llewellyn with a great internal mourning, but he could always fantasize about this again in the future (he did, frequently), and he knew that Llewellyn, despite his best efforts, would catch more colds on the road (he did, more frequently than he would like).

I would love to play a fetish-friendly D&D campaign, but it would be way too embarrassing, probably. My current PC has allergies, but I have never mentioned them in-game and probably never will lol. God help me if my DM ever remembers that I wrote them into my character sheet.

Remembrance and Cordes had only been able to secure one room, it seemed, with two beds. Gerrit resigned himself, going up the stairs, to sleeping on the floor. But... it was apparent upon entering the small space that... well, their priest and thief had ended up taking up only one of the beds, together. Gerrit and Llewellyn traded glances.

"I don't think I want to ask," said Llewellyn, going for the free bed.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Gerrit replied, joining him.

The untold story, lol

In the morning, Cordes, with great dignity sprung from embarrassment (the cause of which he did not volunteer) informed them that a letter had not been sent to the Mages Guild yet. He was immensely relieved to find that one was no longer needed and quick to congratulate Llewellyn on his newly regained freedom. Remembrance just chuckled from the bed and took her time buckling her armor back on.

Already in Veigh, the party spent some time stocking up on medicines and liquefying some of the heavier treasures they'd liberated from the bandit camp. Gerrit sent a message on to their patron to expect them back in the capital in a couple of weeks, barring disaster. They purchased horses and set out, ready for the next adventure.

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The orb lay still in the pine thicket, nestled like an egg among the ferns, waiting for the next hapless traveler.

Faust’s Orb of Rope Bondage. Make a Will saving throw [DC 15] upon touching the orb with any body part, wearing clothes or not. Upon a failure, the orb will find its way to adhere to the hand of the hapless adventurer. If both hands touch the orb, they will both be stuck. If two people fail the save, one of each of their hands will be stuck. The spell can be broken only if each attached party has an orgasm.

I GUESS

#lyk writes #snz #llewellyn mistwalker #gerrit truestride #gerwellyn #director's cut commentary exercise

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tale as old as time

So here’s that Katherine/Jeremy Beauty and the Beast!AU I mentioned forever ago. It’s just the beginning and how they met, but I was super excited about how it turned out! Maybe I’ll post some other stuff from this AU later, but I have some other things I need to work on first.

tw: blood mention

word count: 4,976 (I may have gotten carried away...)

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Simon Adler was a notorious mother hen.

It was one of the things that Katherine loved about her brother, as well as one of the many things about him that drove her crazy. Their parents' deaths had left them with no one but each other, and Simon took the role of protector and caregiver for his little sister very seriously.

He would remind Katherine to grab a shawl if the weather suddenly turned cold, defend her against unwanted and persistent suitors like Declan Baxter, and he would tell her when to be on guard because the wolves were venturing too close to town. And the one thing Simon Adler absolutely never forgot, was to tell his sister when he was leaving to sell wares in the city- and when exactly he would be returning.

So when the sun set on the day of his predicted return and he didn’t come riding up to the house on his horse like he usually did, with a bright smile on his face and a cheerful wave, Katherine tried not to let panic overtake her thoughts too quickly. There were a hundred possible explanations as to why he hadn’t come home.

His horse could have gone lame, his business could have taken longer than he thought, he could have gotten sick, or maybe run into trouble on the road… Actually, thinking about the possibilities wasn’t making her feel any better.

So Katherine decided that when morning came she would saddle her own horse and head in the direction she knew Simon always took to the next town. “A shortcut” he’d called it, a road close to the north side of Bear Valley. If anything, maybe they would stumble across each other on the way, have a laugh, and ride home together.

She always was prone to wishful thinking.

That next morning she packed a small bag, saddled her mare, Daisy, and headed out. After a few hours of riding she happened upon her brother’s horse. Well, less “happened upon” and more the poor thing burst from the treeline and nearly trampled her and Daisy as they trotted along the road. Katherine just barely managed to grab his reigns before he could bolt, shushing and calming him with soothing words.

“Easy, Duke, it’s okay - it’s me.”

When he finally settled down Katherine continued to hold his reins as she scanned the trees to see where he’d come from. Initially she had thought he’d just burst through the bushes, running wildly through the forest around them, but when she really looked she noticed that there was actually a path hidden behind the overgrown brush and grass.

She had a choice to make now -- and little time to make it with the sun setting rapidly behind her. Either she could head back to town and rally a group to help her look, by which time it would certainly be dark and they all may suggest waiting until morning to look for him - and if he was lying injured in the forest that decision could cost him his life. Or, she could look for him herself, and hope that she either found him or made it back to the road before the sun set completely.

Her teeth scraped anxiously over her lower lip as she weighed her options, and she glanced at her brother’s horse again. Duke still couldn’t stand completely still, stamping his hooves in the dirt and whinnying impatiently. His eyes darted around, looking for some unperceived threat, and Katherine noticed several large, red spots on his side. She reached forward to check him for any injuries, but there were no scratches under his coat. Lifting her gaze higher, she noticed a large streak of red coating her brother’s saddle and her heart lodged itself in her throat.

He is hurt! her thoughts screamed inside her head. He could be dying!

He could already be dead, another, quieter voice piped up from the back of her mind.

Decision made, she hopped back on her horse and reached for Duke’s reins again before leading both horses into the forest and onto the trail that Duke had just come from.

It was darker in the forest. The sun had been beginning its descent while she was still on the main road, but there was still a while yet before night fell completely. Under the close-knit canopy of trees, though, it seemed night was already there. The further in she traveled, the more uneasy Katherine became.

The trees became more gnarled, the bushes grew spindly with sharp thorns protruding this way and that, and a sudden chill swept through the air and made her shiver. Which was especially odd, considering it was mid-July. It only got colder the further in she traveled, and Katherine began to regret her decision to not bring a cloak with her as she struggled to keep herself warm and hold on to the reins of both horses.

She had been calling for her brother the entire time, hoping to hear some sort of reply. She heard nothing for a while, until a branch snapped in the distance. Katherine jerked Daisy to a halt. Beside her, Duke stamped his hooves into the dirt, his ears twitching. She listened in silence for a while before calling out once more.

“Simon?”

More silence.

Not even the sound of crickets chirping, or an owl hooting in the distance. She could feel her heart begin to race in her chest.

There was another snapping sound, much closer now, though the source was still obscured by the trees. Daisy was stamping her own hooves, snorting anxiously as Katherine tried to keep her calm. Katherine lifted her head in the direction of the noise and tried her best to make out anything through the darkness.

“Simon?” she called again. There was still no response, and Katherine was about to move along when a loud howl pierced through the air. It was close, too close, and was followed by a series of other howls surrounding the small path from every side. Duke and Daisy both started shifting, and Katherine was having trouble trying to keep them both under control. A large, black shape darted across the path in front of them, and all hell broke loose.

Duke went first, letting out a loud cry and rearing on his hind legs. His reins slid from Katherine’s grip and he turned to bolt back down the path and towards the road. Daisy was beginning to panic, starting to move backwards in a desperate attempt to follow after him. Katherine pulled her reins and rubbed a hand on the mare’s neck to try and keep her calm, but when the dark shape darted across the path again, this time brushing against them, Daisy reared back in alarm.

All the air left her lungs as Katherine hit the ground flat on her back, and she groaned as she rolled onto her side. She only caught sight of Daisy’s golden tail vanishing into the trees before she was alone in the darkness. Well, not entirely alone.

Another howl pierced the eerie silence from the trees beside her. Her heart was beating faster, hammering against her ribcage, and she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She would just turn back, find the horses, and go on to town. She would find help, and then she would find her brother. This was fine. Everything was fine. Rising slowly to her feet she started to head back the way she came, when the black shape from before stopped in front of her path.

She couldn’t see too clearly in the darkness, but it wasn’t too hard to guess what it was. Katherine hadn’t lived in Bear Valley long, but she had gotten accustomed to the occasional wolf sightings in the forest near town. She’d just never been this close to one before. It was smaller than Daisy, but larger than any dog she’d ever seen, and covered nose to tail in thick fur.

The wolf in front of her growled and Katherine felt her blood run cold. She couldn’t move, frozen with fear. If she made any sudden movements it might lunge at her, but she couldn’t stay there forever. Maybe if she was still enough it would get bored and move on. The wolf’s lip curled, baring sharp canines as it snarled and stalked forward. Another wolf emerged from the darkness and joined it, and then another, and another, all growling and snapping their jaws. Finally the fear overtook her and Katherine turned on her heel and sprinted down the path, further into the forest.

There was barely any light to truly see where she was going, and she stumbled occasionally, but the path was relatively clear and straight and she had no problem putting some distance between herself and the wolves behind her. She could hear the pounding of their paws on the dirt -- gaining on her, but never closing in. It would have struck her as odd that they hadn’t overtaken her by now had she not been afraid for her life.

Eventually the trees started to thin, the area around her grew brighter, and Katherine thought that maybe the path had looped back to the main road when she finally burst from the trees. Instead she was met with a large clearing, in the middle of which sat a massive, ornate iron gate, with ivy spiraling up the dark bars. It was connected to a stone wall that went on further than Katherine could see, and two giant stone wolves guarded the gate on either side, sitting upright and gazing down the path to the gate attentively. Beyond them, Katherine could make out the top of what must have been an old castle, complete with crumbling towers. But she didn’t remember ever hearing about a castle this far north from the people in town.

A howl from behind her reminded Katherine of her pursuers, and she ran towards the gate and wrapped her hands around the metal bars.

A large crest stood proudly in the middle of the entrance, an “S” and “H” side-by-side, separated only by the split for the gate to open. Katherine rattled the gate for a moment, and relief filled her when it creaked open with a rusty moan. She slipped inside and shut the gate behind her, making sure she heard the latch click. She stepped back quickly, expecting to see the snarling faces of the wolves that had chased her through the forest. But there was nothing.

Looking back to the treeline she could see three wolves standing in the opening she had burst from. They made no move to come closer, just stood there and seemed to observe her silently. Finally they turned and moved quietly back into the forest.

Katherine frowned, confused at their sudden disinterest. She was panting for breath, calming down now that she wasn’t in any immediate danger, and she watched as puffs of hot air escaped her lips and dissipated into the air. Now that the adrenaline wasn’t pumping through her, the cold was settling in again. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself as she looked around. It was dark, but not as dark as it had been in the forest.

She was in a garden of some sort. A cobblestone path led further in the grounds, and old shrubs and trees were placed evenly throughout. As she moved further in she saw the occasional statue - most cracked with missing limbs and smudged with dirt - and when she reached what she assumed to be the middle of the garden there was a large, marble fountain. It was dried up and filled with leaves, leaving it a shadow of how beautiful Katherine was sure it was before it fell into disrepair. The entire garden looked as though it hadn’t been cared for in years. Flowers were overgrown with weeds and the trees and shrubbery unmanaged. It was still beautiful, but the lack of care made her nostalgic for what it must have been.

Past the fountain was a massive staircase leading up to the castle. The building itself also looked as though it had seen better days, with ivy scaling up the walls and bits of the structure chipped and crumbling. Leaves sat in piles on the stairs, and what once must have been beautiful white marble was now streaked with dirt and mud. What was this place?

Katherine looked around her, taking in the decaying grandeur of the abandoned castle, and she spotted something fluttering in a bush nearby. When she approached it she recognized the small piece of fabric as her brother’s glove. She’d made them for him herself, two years ago. Beside the bush she noticed small, dark drops that only grew in size as they headed towards the staircase. With the glove still held tightly in her hand Katherine rushed up the stairs and pushed open the front door.

The rusted hinges announced her arrival with a loud creak, and she didn’t bother to shut the door behind her as she entered. The castle was even more beautiful inside. Dust coated the furniture that lined the walls, and several gold-framed portraits were either askew or sat torn and broken on the floor. There were several doors leading further into the castle, each ornately decorated and inlaid with more gold. A fire blazed in the large fireplace to her right, casting the room in a soft orange glow. A long, crimson rug was laid out along the floor before her, beckoning her deeper inside.

Even given how spacious the room was, the fire managed to warm the room significantly and she felt a different chill creep up her spine. Maybe this castle wasn’t as abandoned as she originally thought.

“Simon?” she called into the emptiness. She received no answer. Beside the fireplace was a large armchair with a small side table, and Katherine wandered over to it when she noticed the small lantern sitting beside it on the floor. She took it in her hands and saw the matches sitting on the table. Wandering over to the fireplace she lit the match and the lantern and felt the same uneasiness from before growing more persistent, gnawing at her stomach. This was all beginning to seem a bit too convenient.

Wolves just so happened to chase her to a castle where her brother happened to (possibly) be, and then there just so happened to be a fire and lantern waiting for her? The uncanniness of the situation was not lost on her, but she’d come this far, and her brother was here somewhere, injured. For all she knew, Simon could have lit that fire himself. He may have found the lantern and left it there by accident. She’d have to find him first to be sure.

Holding the lantern in front of her she continued down the hallway. As she traveled deeper into the castle the chill returned, and she regretted not looking for a cloak or blanket when she first walked in. She saw no one as she continued calling out for Simon, and continued getting no response. As she turned a corner, still following the rug on the floor like a bloody path, she heard a noise. It was faint, but sounded distinctly like a door opening behind her. She turned on her heel and held the lantern up higher to illuminate the dark hall.

The space behind her was empty.

As she headed slowly in the direction of the noise, she heard the sound of a creaking door once more and felt her pulse race faster.

“Hello?” she called warily, fear closing her throat and keeping her from calling too loud.

“Hello?” Her voice echoed off the stone walls and bounced mockingly back at her.

“Is anyone here?” She asked, finding her voice as she stepped further down the corridor and tried to ignore the chill that settled in her bones at the lack of response -- and the terror at the thought that she might actually be totally alone. That she could just be losing her mind.

A flash of white caught her eye as Katherine neared the staircase at the end of the hall and she nearly tripped over herself as she came to an abrupt halt. Sitting on the landing was the most beautiful wolf she had ever seen. Its fur was stark white, a beacon against the dark backdrop of pitch black at the top of the stairs, and its eyes were a bright shade of blue. Even from a distance Katherine could see an unnerving intelligence swimming in their depths as it watched her.

She stood still, barely even breathing as she waited to see if the wolf would pounce and send her running for her life once more. But it just sat there, staring at her, and seemed to be indifferent to her presence. No longer sensing a threat, Katherine lowered the lantern in her hand slowly and released a shaky breath.

“I don’t suppose you know where my brother is?” she asked.

The wolf regarded her silently for a moment before turning and heading up the staircase. Pausing halfway up it turned its head over its shoulder and sniffed at her as if to say “come on”, before continuing up the stairs. Katherine stared after it in wonder before moving cautiously up the staircase. She was expecting it to have disappeared when she reached the top, but instead the white wolf was waiting halfway up the second flight of stairs. Its ears twitched in impatience and it sniffed at her again as it continued up the stairs, “hurry up” it seemed to say.

She really was losing her mind. That was the only possible explanation as to why she followed the wolf without a second thought, keeping pace with its fast steps as they went up stairs, through corridors, and up another curling flight of stairs that seemed to twist upwards forever. Finally, though, they reached the top of what Katherine was sure must have been the tallest tower in the castle.

Like everywhere else in this forsaken place the room was dark, and the lantern in Katherine’s hand provided a small sliver of light. She could only see a couple of feet in front of her, but it was enough that as she stepped further into the room she could see empty cages lining the walls. There were manacles and chains in each of them and Katherine felt her stomach twist again. Was this a trick? Had she just willingly walked herself into a prison?

A moan from one of the cages startled her and Katherine whirled with her lantern held out in front of her, as if it would defend her from whatever was lying in wait. There was a crumpled form in the cage her light landed on, not manacled to the wall but curled up in the middle of the cell. She slowly stepped closer and her light landed on matted, brown hair and a torn white shirt.

It was a man, but she didn’t recognize who it was until he lifted his dirt streaked face and she saw his eyes.

“Simon,” she gasped, rushing forward and kneeling by his cage. His brown eyes glowed almost amber in the lantern light, flickering with recognition as he reached a shaky hand out towards her.

“Katherine? Is that really you?” he croaked softly. Gripping one of the bars between them he hauled himself forward, grunting painfully as he dragged his legs behind him. It was only when he was sitting up that Katherine noticed the blood on his shirt. It was dark, having dried over time, and covered most of his stomach. He still cradled the spot with his other hand, as if that alone would be enough to keep the pain at bay.

“What happened to you?” Katherine asked, placing her hand over the one Simon still had clinging to the bar. His skin was ice cold. “Never mind, you can tell me later. We have to get you out of here.”

She moved to stand but Simon gripped her arm and kept her crouched on the floor.

“No!” The panic in his voice kept her from fighting against his hold. “You have to leave. Get out of here, now, before he knows you’re here.”

His eyes were wild, willing her to listen to him. There was dried blood streaking one side of his face and it only served to make him look even more manic.

“Who?” she asked. Simon took in a shaky breath and looked frantically over her shoulder before he met her gaze again. Katherine placed both of her hands over his to keep him anchored. “Simon, who did this to you?”

At the same time he opened his mouth to tell her to leave again, there was a deep, guttural growl from behind her. Katherine stood, turning to see where the noise had come from. She thought that maybe it had been the wolf that led her there, but there was no sign of its white coat anywhere. She could see something moving in the dark, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was. Grabbing her lantern she lifted it in front of her for a better look.

The light from the lantern reflected off of a large pair of eyes, glaring at her from the darkness. Katherine’s gasp echoed off the stone walls as she staggered backwards. Her back collided with the bars of her brother’s cage, stopping her retreat, and she nearly dropped the lantern as she sank to the ground.

The silhouette of the figure was massive, easily about eight feet tall and wide enough that there was no room for her to dart around it towards the exit. From its spot on the ground her lantern illuminated a pair of monstrous paws, and her breath caught in her throat as they carried the creature closer.

“What are you doing here?” The creature’s voice was deep, rumbling in its chest and sounding more like a growl. Katherine struggled to form words.

“I- I’m-”

This time the creature did growl, lowering its head closer to hers and causing the light to reflect in its eyes once more, giving them an almost hellish glow. Any chance of forming a coherent reply vanished the second Katherine realized the creature that had just spoken to her looked like a massive wolf.

Thick, dark fur coated its face and neck, down the rest of its body. Its mouth was curled into a snarl revealing sharp canines, and when it reached forward Katherine only had enough time to realize that its hand, while humanoid in shape, was covered in fur and pointed claws. It took the lantern from her hand and held it up next to its face.

“Come to stare at the beast as well, have you?” It snarled. Katherine shook her head, taking in the glowing eyes and sharp teeth with terror. She reached behind her for her brother’s hand. Simon’s fingers found hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“No, no I- I just came for my brother.” Her voice didn’t waver, and for that she was thankful.

The creature growled again. “He’s not going anywhere.”

It held the lantern high in the air and illuminated Simon’s crumpled form. “He trespassed onto my land. Hunted my family. This is his punishment.”

Katherine turned to face her brother and felt her stomach drop. “Simon?”

He’d grown paler, dark circles standing out starkly under his eyes. Simon shook his head weakly at her. “He’s right. I thought they were just wolves, that I could sell the pelts… Just go, Kit-Kat. I’ll be fine. I brought this on myself.”

He winced again, doubling over in pain. Katherine shook her head and looked back up at the creature behind her.

“Please,” she started. “Let him go. He’s injured, he needs help. He could die-”

“He tried to kill my son,” the creature roared. Katherine’s mouth closed with a snap. “Imprisonment is better than he deserves.”

Katherine pressed her lips in a firm line, her gaze dropping to her hands in her lap as she lost herself in thought.

“How long?”

The creature paused, head tilting slightly, caught off guard by her question.

“How long is he your prisoner?” She looked up once more. “What’s his sentence?”

A beat of silence, and then: “Life.”

Katherine shot to her feet, filled with a mix of rage and confidence she could have only felt in defense of her brother.

“That’s not fair-”

“A life for a life.”

“But your son is still alive, isn’t he?”

The creature paused, mouth curling in what Katherine could only assume was supposed to be a smile. “Yes. But only just.”

Moving with a swiftness Katherine didn’t think possible for something so large, the creature moved around her to stand by Simon’s cage, its clawed hand wrapping around one of the bars of the door. “He left my son in near fatal condition. My son returned the favor. He pays penance for nearly killing him, but also trespassing on my land and stealing from my garden. A murderer and a thief. Sins I don’t intend to forgive lightly.”

Katherine stared between the creature and her brother. Simon was getting weaker. If he didn’t get attention soon he could die, and Katherine would never live with herself if she didn’t do all she could to protect him like he’d protected her for her entire life. Stepping forward, she lifted her chin and steeled her resolve.

“Take me instead.”

The creature barked a laugh and looked at her again. “You?”

He paused a moment, taking in her stern expression and posture. In the light of the lantern she saw his eyes were blue. “You would… take his place?”

“A life for a life,” she repeated his words. “If I promise to stay and fulfill my brother’s punishment, will you let him go?”

The creature’s lips curled back to reveal more sharp teeth, and it leaned forward until she could almost see her reflection in its eyes. Katherine clenched her hands into fists to keep them from shaking. She couldn’t falter. Not when Simon’s life was on the line. The creature was silent for a while, simply observing her, long enough that Katherine was sure she and Simon would both end up in a cage - when it nodded.

“Yes.”

She released a shaky breath and felt her knees buckle beneath her.

“But,” the creature began, and Katherine looked up at him with unease pooling in her stomach. “Should you try to escape, or should your brother try to come back and free you, the deal will be broken. There will be no imprisonment. And I will kill you both.”

Katherine barely heard her brother’s panicked protests over the sound of her pulse in her ears. She nodded once.

“Agreed.”

Faster than she could blink the door to her brother’s prison was opened and Simon was being dragged out of his cell by the back of his shirt.

“No!” he cried, reaching for Katherine. His fingers barely brushed her skirts before he was wrenched away and shoved roughly towards the door. “Katherine, don’t do this!”

The creature pulled the door open and it hit the stone wall with a loud bang.

“Elena!” It called down the staircase. A few seconds later the white wolf that had guided Katherine through the castle appeared in the doorway. “Take him to the main road and set him on his way back to town. Make sure he doesn’t come back.”

The creature hoisted Simon to his feet and pushed him towards the door. Using the doorway to support himself Simon turned back towards his sister.

“I’m not letting you do this-” the white wolf - Elena - moved in front of him, teeth bared, and backed him towards the staircase.

“You don’t have a choice,” the creature growled at him.

The weight of what she’d just done finally sank in and Katherine dropped to her knees as her brother's cries and pleads faded down the stairs. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes and she dropped her head in her hands as she began to cry. Her shoulders shook with sobs and she fought to catch her breath. She didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye. But at least he was alive. Her brother was alive. She supposed could live with that.

“Come,” the creature spoke behind her, and Katherine lifted her head in surprise. She’d been sitting there long enough that she had forgotten he was still there. There was another wolf with him now, with light brown fur. Its brown eyes almost looked sad. She wiped stray tears from her cheeks as the creature continued to speak. “I’ll… I’ll show you to your room.”

Katherine frowned at him. “My room? I thought I was…” she looked around her at the empty cages and the creature huffed impatiently.

“Your brother was my prisoner, a potential murderer, and a thief. He didn’t deserve my hospitality.”

“I thought I was your prisoner, too.”

The creature sneered. “If you want to stay here, by all means. I won’t stop you.”

Katherine looked around at the damp stone walls, and then at the still blood stained floor of her brother’s cage. Rising unsteadily to her feet she kept her gaze down at the floor as she reluctantly headed towards the doorway. The second she was on the stairs the door slammed closed, and Katherine couldn’t help but feel a sense of finality in the booming echo that followed.

This was her life now. When one door shuts another door opens, but Katherine was wary of where this new door would lead.

She could only hope she’d live long enough to find out.

#this is one of the longest things i've written #besides katherine's canon #whooo boy #this au is all about ~*pining*~#just not in this chapter #my writing #my ocs #oc: katherine adler #katherine/jeremy

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theramenbandit · 3 years

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To Whom It May Concern

It catches her quite by surprise. On a Wednesday, of all days. Well actually, surprise is an understatement. It really was more like she got hit by a ton of bricks.

Kara has a favorite park bench. It's the one under the sprawling oak tree, right across from the chess tables. She loves it because it's shady, it's far enough away from the noisier side of the park, and it lets her observe people without drawing attention to herself. One day, at lunch, she hears a peculiar heartbeat. It isn't particularly loud, but it stands out to her for some reason, and as she begins to listen intently, it drowns everything else out. Its rhythm is strong, steady, beautiful, even. As Kara listens, she feels something bloom in her own chest. Something like warmth, like freedom, like coming home. And when she snaps out of it, the heartbeat is gone. It's a strange experience, to say the least, but not at all unpleasant. She writes about it in her journal later that day.

The professor was talking about the concept of space-time and the beings caught in it. Kara was enthralled by the idea of such an unbreakable bond, an immeasurable force. It wasn’t just romantic. It was something more. It went beyond the heart, it probably went even beyond the soul. It made her think if she will ever find something like that for herself.

She hears it again, that same heartbeat from weeks ago. This time she tries looking for the owner, but a Supergirl emergency keeps her from doing just that. She starts going to the park more often, in hopes of finding that heart, and perhaps, oh perhaps more importantly, whom it belongs to.

Was it even possible to pine for someone you hadn't even met yet?

She’d read stories, epic tales, poems, and legends from her world and many others, and she realized its transcendence. How beautiful it was for two beings to be connected by some invisible, inseparable tie. How wonderful it might be if, after centuries and universes of separation, they found each other again.

The next time Kara hears it, she's doing rounds near the city limits. She tries to home in on the sound and soon she's following a car driving away from National City. She's about to swoop in on the vehicle and finally know who this person is who owns this heartbeat that keeps finding her and at the same time keeps eluding her, but just then her phone rings. It's Winn. Crap. Game Night. And she was hosting. Double Crap. And now that she was so close to finding out. Figures. She follows the sound until it fades away, committing it to memory, etching it into her heart, then heaves a frustrated sigh and flies back home.

She's distracted and they lose, badly. Alex knows that something is up (because of course she does) and asks if she's alright. Kara says she's just tired, thankful when her sister doesn't push. She wraps the party up before ten. She lays in bed and has half a mind to figure out where that car was headed, but it's late and she has to meet with Clark early the next day about some Luthor business or whatever. She falls into a fitful sleep, punctuated by weird half-dreams of willows and glaciers and stars.

She's too cranky to notice it when she and Clark walk up to the building. Too cranky to notice it when the dark-haired woman walks into the room, too grumpy to notice it when Clark starts speaking with her. Then the woman reaches out to shake her hand in introduction and Kara is too annoyed to-- There it is. That familiar cadence. And it's coming from the person standing right in front of her.

“Hello, I'm Lena Luthor.”

“It's… It's you.”

“Yes,” Lena answers with a mildly amused sort of expression. “It's… Me.”

Kara barely hears it over the sound of her own heart thundering in her ears. She almost misses the proffered hand as she extends her own to shake it, her gaze transfixed.

Lena Luthor has the greenest eyes she had ever seen.

The interview passes by in a blur. Kara won't remember half of it. What she will remember is Lena's heartbeat, along with that low-pitched voice and melodic lilt, soothing her, distracting her. Ensnaring her.

Clark sounds far away when he finally asks "so, Miss Luthor, with L-Corp now under your supervision, what can we look forward to?"

Lena smiles at the both of them, "what do you know about Quantum Entanglement?"

Clark answers her with something about Einstein or that dude with the car named after him. It completely slips past because Lena is positively beaming and Kara is absolutely mesmerized.

"Well, when you see what we're doing with them," Lena was looking directly at her now, her eyes holding her captive, "it'll blow you away."

Kara doesn't flinch, even as her breath is stolen. She holds Lena's gaze and with absolutely no resistance, lets herself be taken. "I can't wait."

Sunlight filters in through the gap in the curtains, the rays illuminating a bunch of dust motes. Kara watches as they float around lazily, drifting apart, then colliding, then drifting away again, but always coming back towards each other. It reminds her of one particular Wednesday.

“You're up, course you're up,” comes a bleary voice from under her chin.

“And a bright good morning to you as well,” Kara says in mock offense. A sleepy chuckle bubbles up out of Lena, and Kara can't help but plant a kiss to her temple.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Remember when you asked me about Quantum Entanglement?”

“Yeah, you gave me your best goldfish impression.”

“I knew what it was.”

“Yeah? But why didn't you say anything?”

“You know how you once told me that you used to know all the words to Email My Heart?”

“Oh god, don't remind me,” Lena says as she shuts her eyes in embarrassment and buries her face in Kara's shirt.

“And that they practically vanished completely from your memory because you hadn't heard it in so long? That's kinda what happened back then. The first time I'd heard of Quantum Entanglement (we didn’t call it that) was in auridhrinn-- that's like 4th grade Earth school. Logically, it shouldn't be possible, but then the teacher showed us pictures of it: two particles, across universes, basically being two parts of one whole. I thought it was beautiful.”

“And then?”

“And then, I guess I forgot about it. Until I heard your heartbeat in the park and then you mentioned working with the technology during our interview that day. Then I remembered. I remembered everything.”

“OK, back up. The park?” Lena says with as much incredulity as her un-caffeinated state would permit her.

“Yeah.”

“Huh.”

“I feel like there's a story there.”

“Get me some coffee, maybe we'll talk.”

Kara chuckles and kisses her hair, "deal," as Lena snuggles back into her side. Neither of them says anything for a spell, and Kara feels herself drifting back to sleep when Lena suddenly rears her head and makes a cartoonish face. “Is it science? Is it magic?” she enunciates playfully. Kara laughs as a wave of affection takes over her heart and permeates her chest. The light is hitting Lena's eyes just so; sparkling isn’t nearly a good enough word for what they’re doing, and she momentarily gets lost in them. Green and blue and flecked with gold. Like willows. Like glaciers. Like stars.

Kara tenderly cups her cheek and brushes her thumb against her warm skin. “It's you and me, Lena. You're my particle.”

Lena looks down at her fondly and then adorably scrunches her nose. “You're so sappy in the morning.”

Kara smiles against her lips. “Only with you.”

Lena would go to the park, too, Kara later learns. She hadn't moved into the city just yet. She was taking in the surroundings, discreetly laying the groundwork for her company, for when she eventually would relocate, rebrand, start over. She'd 'kind of just sit there' and 'disappear' into the city for a bit, and would think over what it was about this place that made her so sure this was where she was supposed to be. Kara then stumbled (Hey, I sauntered, Babe, jabbing at her with the drippy piece of pancake stuck to her fork) into her life and she started to wonder if moving here just 'made business sense' or if it was something more. Turns out it was a bit of both.

#so the spooky part is that i finished this today lol #the spooky prompt was a complete coincidence hah!#but like the coolest coincidence #spooky action at a distance #to whom it may concern #the civil wars #the park bench visual is something i just always associated with the song #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #writing tag #1.4k whoa #RBmicrofics #supergirl

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kettlewrites · 4 years

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11400; hjs

summary: what if the one you love is the one the universe is trying to keep you away from? (based off of black mirror)

warning: subtle angst, fem reader, you can interpret the ending. ofc the first thing vic writes when she’s back is a hjs fic. (~2.8K words)

The quiet ambiance of the restaurant brought your nerves down to a calmer state. You couldn’t quite figure out a way for your nerves to not feel like they were going to blow as you walked around the restaurant. Your coach device sat in the palm of your hand as you looked around for who your potential partner was.

“Who am I supposed to be looking for?” You asked the device quietly, trying not to make yourself noticeable towards the people who were already sitting enjoying their meals.

“He’s wearing a silk, black shirt.” Your coach says before recalibrating and showing a video feed of the mysterious man sitting at a dimly lit booth.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the stranger’s face through the video feed, “Are you sure that’s him?”

You felt your breath hitch at the middle of your throat, what did you do to get matched with someone so attractive? Must’ve saved a third world country in you past life or something of the essence.

Your coach laughed before sending a smiley emoticon on the screen. It continued to buzz as you stood there staring at the silver-haired boy who wore a simple silk shirt that complimented his fair skin. Were you underdressed? All you wore was a simple black dress that you found in your closet, although you couldn’t even remember where you had gotten it from. Maybe on a weekend you went shopping and completely blacked out.

“Perhaps you should go sit with him.” Your coach laughed, buzzing once again in you hand.

What if you weren’t enough for him? What if this was going to be a complete mess? What if-

“Hey, are you ______?” A strange, yet comforting voice asked as you were staring down at your device.

You completely snapped out of your thoughts, realizing that you probably looked like a complete idiot not moving from where you were standing for the past few minutes. You looked up at him and felt your heart burst out of your chest. He was so much better looking up close, maybe the simulation matched you with the wrong person. He was like an angel on Earth...

“U-uh. uhm. Yes?” You stuttered, “Yeah. Oh my god, hi. I’m _____.”

Just when you thought he couldn’t get more perfect, he chuckled at your embarrassment. Seriously, what did you do to get matched with someone like him?

“I know, let’s go sit down. Our food should be out soon.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

After sitting with Jisung for another ten minutes, you felt as if your nerves completely vanished with how he went out of his way to help you feel more comfortable.

“Is this your first time?” Jisung asked, looking up at you with his almost puppy like eyes. You were so captivated in his eyes, they looked like they held the entire universe in them.

“Yeah,” You smiled, “I thought I should give it a try.” Your heart began to race once again when Jisung reflected the same smile.

“Same here,” Jisung laughed, “I thought why not try to find my one true love.”

The two of you laughed at the thought of finding the one through a stupid dating application. It was just something to do for fun in hopes of something possibly blossoming. Yet, maybe you had begun to believe in the concept because maybe you were already on top of the world with Jisung.

You were nervous enough to be on the date already. Your previous relationships made you insecure about yourself, never feeling like you were quite enough for anyone. Even with the dating coach trying to set you up with people who would be your perfect match, you couldn’t help but to wonder how this will all end up for the both of you.

“Do you think we should check our expiry dates now or after we eat?” Jisung asked, shaking his coach device by his head with another huge smile. “Why not now? What’s the harm in finding out?”

“You’re right.” And you felt your heart burst once again when Jisung’s eyes turned into complete crescent moons when he smiled so widely.

The both of you grabbed your devices and slid to the option of the locked expiry date. Seeing the terms and conditions flash before your eyes before looking at each other and nodding.

‘4 hours.’

“Oh.. that’s all?” You mumbled almost in shock, “That can’t be right, does yours say the same?”

Jisung looks at his device and nods feeling the sadness wash over him, “only four hours together?”

“Maybe it’ll go up after we finish eating.” Jisung mumbled when the waiter set down their food, “I hope it’ll go up.”

Your faces lit up when the entrees were set on the table. Jisung’s coach had played it safe and ordered a burger for him, whereas your coach seemed to go for the adventurous side with ordering an entire platter of sushi.

“This looks amazing.” Jisung said in awe, almost like he hadn’t ever seen anything so delicious. You nodded at your entree as well, seemingly wondering if you had ever eaten anything that looked too perfect.

While the two of you began to eat, Jisung started using icebreaker questions to help you feel more comfortable with being on the date. Even if he was stuttering the questions because he could hear his heart beating out of his chest whenever you puffed your cheeks out to think of how to answer.

“Is your food good?” Jisung asked, looking at you stuffing your face. You almost choked on your food while smiling and nodding, “extremely.”

He looked down at his half eaten burger before looking back up at you with the biggest puppy eyes that he could pull off, “I can try?”

If Jisung hadn’t already made you feel like your heart was going to explode, that moment just took the cake for it.

“Of course.” You nodded before picking up your chopsticks to feed a piece to Jisung, causing the both of you to laugh loudly when half of it fell into his lap.

You both couldn’t stop laughing, your bellies rumbled with your hearty laughs bouncing all around the restaurant as on-lookers stared. Jisung could feel the tears rushing down his face while he picked up the other half that didn’t make it to his mouth. Not even a minute passed by before Jisung was choking on the other half he forgot was in his mouth, his hand frantically pounding on his chest as he swallowed the entire thing without chewing and you were dying at the sight.

“Oh god, are you okay?”

His life flashed before his eyes, but just seeing you laughing so hard made his heart soar.

“I.. I think so.” Jisung mumbled before taking a giant gulp of water before looking around the room, seeing that all eyes were on you. Eerily enough you felt it too, it also felt like no one was breathing either as well. Why did it feel so weird being the center of attention? He almost choked didn’t he? You both were just enjoying yourselves.

You looked back to Jisung who was wiping the tears from the brim of his eyes, wondering if he had felt weird about everyone’s stares too.

“Everything okay?”

You could feel your breath quicken before you shook your head, feeling anxious with everyone staring. You even noticed before that the waiter had begun to stare you down when Jisung asked if he could try a piece of your food. Was this normal? Did you truly forget what it was like to be on a date in public?

“Do you want to leave?” Jisung whispered, placing his hand on top of your shaking ones, “We can go now if you want.”

“Let’s go.” You finally said with your voice still trembling. It didn’t make any sense, why were you so scared? And what were you scared of to begin with?

You both got up from the table, the eyes of the patrons following your every move. How could you even describe how eerily terrifying this was to Jisung, who seemed like nothing was phasing him? Maybe he just had a better poker face than you did.

You didn’t have a set destination of where to go once you left the restaurant. Strangely enough, you couldn’t remember where you lived nor could Jisung. Plus you had agreed not to take the taxi that the coach device had booked, which was already waiting outside when you walked out of the doors.

“All of this is strange.” Jisung said after plopping himself down on the dewy grass beside you. The lake was only a five minute walk for you, however neither of you even remembered a lake being there to begin with.

“Yeah.. now that I think about it I don’t really remember much about my life before this date.” You responded, staring at the lake’s calm ripples. As hard as you tried, you could barely remember what you did before you got to the restaurant.

“We have a few hours left together.”

The two of you looked at your coach device screens, the big countdown timer flashing brightly in your faces. Two hours. Did the time really go by that quickly?

“Do you think most expiry dates are always this short?” Neither of you had any experience to compare your dates to. You didn’t really know what to say after Jisung asked the question besides look at the lake.

“I wished it was longer.” You mumbled, turning to face him. Jisung couldn’t help but to agree, there was so much more that he wanted to learn about you. Your favorite color, what you were like when you got sad or how you would shine whenever you were doing something you liked. Jisung wanted to know more, yet you both weren’t allowed to. Except why.. is that?

“Why is there an expiry date to begin with?” You felt yourself getting angry. Wondering why a stupid circular device that you don’t even remember where you bought was telling you when to stop talking to a potential lover. Wondering why this all was supposed to make sense. Wondering… how you even got to this point in your life.

“Maybe it’s beyond us, why don’t we just make the most of it?” Jisung chuckled, hoping to make light of the situation. Why waste time wondering about something that you couldn’t even change?

The both of you laid back on the grass side by side, Jisung’s hand finding his way into yours as you stared at the sky and beautiful stars.

“I think that’s a constellation.” Jisung said, pointing at the random shape of stars that made it look almost like a heart.

“What constellation looks like a messed up heart?” You laughed, trying to point with the hand that was holding Jisung’s before realizing.

“I think it’s called… Jisung’s feelings.”

You both giggled before seeing the shape shift apart. Neither of you could help thinking about the inevitable countdown.

“Maybe it was called _____’s feelings too because I feel the same way.”

“The same way?”

You sat up and looked down at Jisung who was still laying on the grass, “the ‘I really like you and want to get to know you more because you seem just my type’ way.”

“Thank god because I was starting to think I was the only one who felt that way here.” “Jisung I was holding your hand!”

One hour. Your devices were buzzing like crazy when the final hour arrived. Jisung could have sworn that it was just flashing two hours. He didn’t want to go yet. There was just so much more that he wanted to do with you and you could almost one hundred percent agree on how he was feeling.

“What do you think happens when it’s finished?” You asked, staring back at the now clear sky.

Jisung stared at the moon, almost like he was trying to ask it for answers but unfortunately it didn’t talk back to him. He tried to think hard but nothing made sense to him. Everything about this situation didn’t make sense to him. However the only thing that Jisung felt made sense was his urge to stay with you just a little bit longer.

“Maybe nothing.” Jisung hoped for that most of all. Maybe it was an optional time limit together, maybe you didn’t even have to go by it at all.

“I hope so… I don’t want this night to end yet.”

Thirty minutes. Your hearts were racing, neither of you could fight the thought of your time together lessening as you tried to distract yourselves. You found out Jisung’s common fun facts, while Jisung found out about your dreams and what you liked to do. Except both couldn’t answer what you planned to do after this date was over. How could you? All you two were thinking about was how to lengthen your times together.

“I don’t want this to end yet.” Jisung whispered, tightening his hold on your hand.

One minute. The two of you were sitting face to face as you tried to fight back the tears. Why were you crying? You both have only just met, right? How did it make sense, but why did it feel like you were losing a piece of yourselves at the thought of having to say goodbye?

“Jisung I don’t want to go yet.” You cried, feeling the hot tears run down your cheeks. Jisung cried with you, but cupped your cheeks and smiled as brightly as he could.

“Then we don’t.” Jisung wiped the tears off of your cheeks. He didn’t know what he meant when saying that, but all he wanted was for you to stop crying. He wanted to stop crying himself. The more the thought about this, the more it started to make less sense to him. He had only just met you, yet why did he feel such a strong connection together? Why was it like there was a thread that tied the both of you together that he didn’t want to disconnect yet?

Both devices begun to ring noisily, there was no way of ignoring the loud alarm that had set off once the countdown reached zero. Jisung looked back and forth between you and the device.

“We don’t have to go if we don’t want to.” Jisung affirmed, before taking his device and throwing it into the lake. You stared at Jisung in disbelief before doing the same, still hearing the blaring alarm in your ears.

“We don’t have to go if we don’t want to.” You repeated softly over and over again as you both stared at the devices sinking to the bottom of the lake.

“See.. nothing.” Jisung sighed in relief, before cupping your cheeks again. “May I?”

You nodded and smiled, “please.”

With that, Jisung pressed his lips against yours. Everything about this kiss felt so right, except it felt so familiar too. Your heart beating faster and faster as Jisung continued to kiss you. Your worlds feeling like they fell away, nothing was left except for the two of you. And that was all you could ever want except the universe had other opinions because right as Jisung was about to tell you to never leave, your world went dark.

Your eyes stung when you opened them, wondering what had just happened. You wondered if what you just went through was real or was it just a dream. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes noticing that they were puffier than usual and your cheeks felt tear stained. Maybe it was real?

“Babe?” A tired, familiar voice whispered as you were rubbing your eyes. You put your hands down and looked to the side of you. Jisung.

Did you dream about everything? Was everything just a fragment of your wild imagination?

“Jisung..” You said in almost disbelief. There wasn’t any easy way to help yourself wrap your head around what was even going on in your mind. It was like your brain was running a mile a minute while trying to figure out everything that had just happened. Was none of that real?

“It’s like six in the morning.. Let’s go back to sleep baby.” Jisung whined, pulling you back into his arms.

As you laid pressed against the warmth of his bare chest, you began to wonder about if what you just went through was real or not, but it didn’t matter to you in the end. Real or not, you got your happy ending and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

998 Rebellions logged out of 1000 Simulations. Congratulations on beating the system… and finding your one true love.

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Could I request a soulmate au where you turn a certain age and you get a string leading you to your soulmate, bedes birthday comes but he doesn't get a string and feels hurt by the world but once the readers birthday comes they get connected to each other and they find each other

Tbh, I love soulmate AUs and this one was so much fun to write, so thank you for sending this in! :) Hope you have fun reading.

Once in a lifetime – Bede x reader (soulmate!AU)

Living in a world where everybody had a soulmate was great and intimidating at the same time. Great because he knew that there was someone out there who was meant for him and him only. Intimidating because he wasn’t sure if meeting your soulmate was the same thing as falling in love. What if he met his soulmate and they couldn’t stand him? He didn’t grow up with his parents and the carers in the orphanage didn’t talk about their relationships very often, so he had no more than a vague idea about the whole concept of soulmates.

When he was younger, maybe six or seven, Bede had always looked forward to the day he would receive the magical string that was supposed to lead him to his soulmate. He had dreamed of meeting you and he was sure, so sure, that the two of you would be the perfect match.

Most people got the red soulmate string when they turned eighteen, and he had even crossed out the days leading up to his birthday this year.

But nothing had happened. He still didn’t have a clue how he should find you… or if you even existed. He had spend his whole birthday anxiously waiting for the magical cord to appear but as the hours had passed he had become more and more dispirited. And then, at midnight, he had finally started to realize that he wouldn’t get the string to lead him to you.

Two weeks had passed since then, and Bede still felt like the whole world had turned against him. Like his friends darted pitying glances at him whenever they thought he didn’t notice it. As the days went by, he started to distance himself from them more and more. He didn’t want anyone to pity him because he obviously didn’t have a soulmate. Then, he tried his best to forget it but every night he lay awake and stared at the ceiling while he asked himself what he did wrong. Everyone he knew had a soulmate. Why didn’t he have one? Was it because he hadn’t had a happy family when he was younger? Or because he had made quite a few mistakes in the days of his early youth?

With a groan, Bede pulled his blanket over his head. He was tired of wondering why the soulmate string hadn’t appeared but it almost seemed like it was all he could think of since his birthday, even though there were a whole lot of other things he needed to take care of – his college applications, his graduation, his plans for the future. But he could barely focus on studying, especially since he felt like the majority of his classmates were talking about him behind his back. He was the poor guy who didn’t have a soulmate. What a pitiful person he was.

Bede didn’t even know why it bothered him so much. After all, he was used to being alone, so it shouldn’t be a big deal that, apparently, he didn’t have a soulmate. But somehow it was a big deal, no matter how often he told himself that he was perfectly fine on his own. And he hated to feel like this – like he was abnormal and incomplete. He wanted to be like everyone else.

That night, he dreamed about his soulmate again. You were everything he could’ve wished for and you seemed almost too good to be true. When you reached out to touch his face, Bede leaned in to kiss you. Just a few more centimeters and your lips would press together in a long awaited, sweet kiss…

And then, Bede woke up, left with nothing but a bitter pain in his chest.

Eight months later, you sat in your dorm room, staring down at a bunch of birthday cards and a crushed cupcake. You couldn’t help but giggle when you read the kinda awkward birthday wishes from your best friend Hop who had moved to another city for college. He wished you to finally find your soulmate because you were “way too great” to stay alone, and he also encouraged you to send a picture of your soulmate as soon as you had found them.

So far, the magical string that should lead you to the other half of your soul hadn’t appeared but you were positive that it would happen sooner or later. Though you had tried not to get too hyped about meeting your soulmate you were beyond excited. Every time you thought about your first encounter you felt butterflies in your stomach and some kind of impatience you had never experienced before. It was just so thrilling to know that you would meet the one who was meant just for you soon… it was like living your personal fairytale.

In that moment, you felt an unfamiliar tug at your wrist. As you looked down you felt like your heart was skipping a beat. There it was… glowing in the color of fresh red roses, the soulmate string felt almost warm on your skin, and for a few seconds you could only stare at it. Then, you started to smile. Finally!

Your head felt too light for your body for the rest of the day. As you wandered around on the campus to take a look around you tried to keep an eye out for your soulmate too but so far, there had been no sight of them. You knew that the string around your wrist was invisible to everyone who wasn’t your soulmate but you still felt like everyone stared at it. You covered your wrist with your hand but when you felt a tug again you forgot your worries. A thin, glittery cord had unraveled from the string, and it almost felt like a supernatural power tried to pull you into a certain direction. You held your breath and took the first step towards your soulmate.

Bede couldn’t believe his eyes when the soulmate string appeared around his wrist. For a few seconds he even thought that he fell asleep in his dorm and had a dream about finding his soulmate yet again but even as he blinked a few times and pinched himself twice, the cord didn’t disappear. Still, it was hard to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating. After all these months of waiting he had almost accepted the fact that he didn’t have a soulmate. He had convinced himself that he had never asked for a happy end and therefore didn’t need one but as he stared down at his wrist he realized that he had been lying to himself the whole time. He wanted a happy end.

He felt a tug at the string and slowly stood up. It seemed like he wasn’t able to control his actions anymore but he had faith that the cord would finally lead him to his soulmate, so he didn’t try to refuse. Somehow, he knew that he needed to go outside if he wanted to meet you.

His heart was facing. It still was hard to believe that this was really happening.

When he stormed out of the building, he bumped into someone, effectively pushing the person down to the floor.

“Ouch,” you mumbled and rubbed your back. “You’re quite stormy, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” Bede said and reached out to help you stand up. When he noticed the bright red string around your wrist he froze. You followed his gaze, realizing that your soulmate strings were connected, now glowing in a much deeper red as they grew warmer and warmer before they vanished as quickly as they had appeared previously.

Speechless, Bede stared at you. He had no idea what to say but as he looked into your eyes he realized that there was no need for words in this moment. When you smiled at him, he felt like the weight of the whole world was lifted from his shoulders. You were here. You were his soulmate.

He never had to be alone again, and just for that, he took you into his heart without even thinking about it.

Bede didn’t know how things would develop from now on but he was positive that the future would be brighter as long as the two of you were together.

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