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her-reidiance · 2 years
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Yes Gavial The Invincible is pretty but please less fanart of her just doing Beach Poses and more fanart of her with a very toothy smile, splattered with blood and a steaming chainaxe in her hands covered with the remains of the enemy.
And also don't smooth her hair. She has dreads in this form, it's okay to draw them. She's light skinned but the culture she comes from at least is credence for having them.
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tastyflowers · 7 months
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I have done so much today! I am shedding so many belongings! And giving away things makes me feel nice! This is by far the most organised I've ever been for moving house. Which is a good sign for starting uni :)
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groguspicklejar · 11 months
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Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader
Summary: Din would do anything to keep any outside threat from touching his clan.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of expanding a clan, slightly steamy, helmetless!Din, Grogu being a menace frogs were devoured, blood, sniper, protective!Din, slightly unhinged!Din (only briefly).
A/N: Took me a lot longer than I intended, but here we are. @sofasoap This is for you❤️ Happy Star Wars Day✨
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It’s a cute house.
Small and cosy. With a wide backyard you know your son is going to enjoy taking advantage. No neighbours for miles, and you’re sure your husband is going to thoroughly appreciate not having random people bother him at any given time of the day.
It’s a really cute house. A new beginning for your little family.
“Do you like it?” Din asks from behind you as you quietly walk through the door, taking in the interior.
He can’t see it yet but you’re already smiling. Beaming with joy. You don’t remember ever being this happy in your entire life. It is everything you could’ve ever dreamed of and so much more.
You were going to have to thank Karga later for this wonderful gift.
You feel your husband’s solid armour pressing at your beck, his arms wrapping around you with a gentle strength. “Riduur?”
The word jolts you out of your reverie. You lean into his embrace, restraining the urge to laugh in utter glee. You just have so much to say, so many thank you’s lining your tongue all at once.
Instead, your head shifts enough so you can press your lips on the side of his Beskar helm. “It’s perfect.”
“Are you sure?” You can hear the genuine worry in his voice. It was the need for him to have everything in place. “We can change a few things if you want.”
He’s always like this. Stoic on the outside, but secretly wracked with nerves if you wouldn’t like something. But anything he always gives you is always heartfelt and therefore, it is perfect just the way it is.
However, you tap your chin whilst pretending to contemplate. “Maybe the couch… or the curtains.”
As expected, he’s already backtracking. He releases his arms around you in an instant. “We can go right now–”
“Din, I’m kidding.” You turned around, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck. He was so easy to mess with sometimes. “This…”
The house. The child. The peace. Him. All of it. These are the things you didn’t think you would ever attain after Moff Gideon resurfaced. But after facing the impossible, after defeating him and his army, you can finally rest assured, knowing that nothing and no one can hurt you and your little family again.
“This is all I’ve ever dreamed of from the moment I fell in love with you.”
And you fell hard. You don’t think you can imagine your future with anyone else. The mere thought alone doesn’t sit right with you and you hope you never have to face the possibility of such a reality.
“You and me.” Your fingers trace the edge of his helm. “And a few little warriors running around our house as we grow old together.” His grasp tightens around you in agreement. “It’s all coming true now.”
“Part of it.” he says, glancing around. “We have the house, but…”
“But?” your brows raise in question.
“We only have one little warrior.” Heat floods your cheeks at his words.
This wasn’t something you and him have not spoken about before. Din has made it known that Mandalorians were raised with the ideals of family centred around them. And he has made it known that he wasn’t against the idea of expanding his clan. In fact, he was eager.
“What are you suggesting?” you asked slowly, smiling.
The heat of his gaze simmers lowly as he slowly backs you further into your new home. A slow progression of desire building between you and him that is only going to implode somewhere in the near future. 
“I think…” He unhurriedly pulls the helmet off and you can finally see the heat in his brown eyes. It drops to the floor when the curve of his nose brushes against yours and you can feel the warmth of his breath against yours. “The little womp rat needs a sibling.”
 “Or two.” You peck his lips. “Maybe three.”
A second later, his lips press against yours. It’s slow, heated, melting into your bones. You don’t hesitate to lace your fingers through his soft hair. He hums into your mouth as he clings to you, murmuring, “or four” into your mouth. 
You were right about one thing. Din is really going to appreciate having no neighbours.
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Karga thoroughly enjoyed the fresh pastries you baked with your brand-new oven. 
“Keep feeding me like this and I'm going to grow larger by the day.” He bites into another cupcake while you laugh.
“You eat almost as much as the kid.” Din adds next to you, making you laugh harder while Karga almost chokes.
It's true. The only person who loved your sweet pastries more than Karga and Din was your son. Grogu never wastes a second to ‘help’ you in the kitchen when you’re baking, when really he’s just waiting for the chance to lick the batter off the spoon when you’re not looking. He is currently sleeping through a sugar coma in his floating pod.
In the midst of fixing his pillow, you glance around the small cafe to see an abundance of people. Some faces you were familiar with, but most were new.
You smile when you think about how different Nevarro is, compared to a few years ago. This little town is thriving in the best way possible. You were going to like it here.
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Din doesn’t think he’s going to like it here.
There’s too many new eyes, too many unfamiliar faces. Granted, crime rates had lowered significantly after the scum of the earth was cleared out from this town, a lot more people came to settle down here.
Of course, that’s not a bad thing. It really isn’t.
But why is it that every time a strange face looks at you a certain way, alarm bells ring in his head?
He doesn’t want to be paranoid. However, he has been a bounty hunter for years. And if those years have taught him something, it is to always trust his gut.
And his gut is telling him that one of the new residents of Nevarro does not have the best intentions. For that, Din hardly catches a wink the following nights.
There's always that nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he's being watched. Or worse… you're being watched.
It's midnight when he sits next to you on the bed and watches you sleep. His bare fingers gently graze your cheek, careful not to stir you awake. That's one of the things he regrets; you quickly become a light sleeper because of him. Never felt safe enough to fall into a deep sleep when you know that someone with malicious intent might be lurking nearby.
Din hopes your sleep pattern might change back to the way it was before. He wants you to rest now. To be as comfortable as possible.
Your steady breaths are gentle waves washing his guilt away.  It soothes him in a way. Your peace. The lack of fear or worry. It makes him feel like after all the hell you went through while you were travelling with him, he's finally done something right to make you feel safe.
This little home on the outskirts of town is all he wanted for the kid and for you. A place where his clan can finally settle down and take root without any risks.
But this precious dream of his is being threatened again.
If he could allow himself to give into the thought of taking off his armour and lying down next to you, he would. But the pestering sensation of being shadowed by outsiders won't go away.
He reluctantly draws his hand away from you and puts his gloves back on. He makes sure the windows are locked and goes to the other room to ensure that Grogu is safe as well. The baby is just as blissfully unaware of the dangers outside as you are.
Din is determined to keep it that way for tonight.
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“Staring is rude, you know.” you mutter behind your book before taking a sip of your juice.
Din tenses. “I’m not staring.”
“Maybe not at me.” You hum, your eyes crinkling as you turn another page. “The man behind me seems to be unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of your ire.”
He hates that you’re so perceptive. Your eyes are still drawn to the ink on the page, but it feels like you can see right through his armour. Din knows that you can most days.
The man sitting in the booth behind you isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is. Another stranger in town, another new Resident of Nevarro. This one claims to be here to start a new business. Something about selling rare droid parts. Din claims bantha shit. Karga would’ve told him about it yesterday at lunch.
This particular individual’s presence doesn’t sit well with him. Din isn’t sure he likes the way he looks at you.
“Only because he’s either trying to see what exactly you’re reading or he’s spying on you.” Both options make him burn with barely contained rage.
He hates this. After all that he’s been through to make sure his little family is alive and happy, it all amounted to nothing because this one person is making him feel uncomfortable in the one place where he’s supposed to be safe.
“Should we go back home?” You close your book and reach into the floating pod next to you, gently adjusting Grogu’s clothes so you can get a better look at him. “I think the kid’s had enough sunshine for today.”
The kid fell asleep not long ago. A couple of hours of frolicking around wiped him out.
Din stands up and helps you gather your bag. The pod is sealed shut and when he is sure it’s secured, his hand never leaves the small of your back as you make your way out of the cafe.
All while he is overly aware of your stalker’s eyes boring a hole in the back of his head.
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He’s not surprised when Axe Wolves tells him that the man is a spy for what was left of Moff Gideon’s forces. Apparently the man claims to be starting a fresh page by settling on Nevarro. At least that’s what he told the entire town. If Din’s instincts didn’t scream imposter every time he looked at this man, he almost might believe him.
Almost.
The Mandalorians that had stayed behind on Nevarro mobilized immediately when Din voiced his concerns. They fully supported him, as they were also worried about their safety if they didn’t stay on guard.
Din should warn Bo-Katan. He doesn’t like the idea of more Imperials on Mandalore. One army of them was one army too many. The Empire had done everything it possibly could to destroy that planet and everything to do with it.
“From what we’ve gathered, he’s been scoping Gideon’s abandoned lab.” says Koska. “Amongst other places.”
Abandoned. But not forgotten. Karga hadn’t gotten around to clearing out that base and utilising the land for expanding more of the town. If the late Moff’s spies are still sniffing around, obviously, there must be something worth looking for there.
“Other places?” Din looks at him.
His lungs already constrict when he thinks about you and Grogu. You’re both at home, probably relaxing your worries away. He can already imagine you; laying down with a book in hand while watching over a sleeping baby with a serene expression. If there was someone watching you–
“We think he’s been spying on your home too.” Din’s jaw clenched tightly. “Given that it’s located in a remote area, I’d say he’s planning for an ambush.”
He didn’t need to hear another word. He was already on his way back to the house.
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For all of the men he’s killed, this one brought out a certain maddening rage within him that he didn’t bother to temper once Koska was done getting information out of him.
The same man from the cafe had been terrified when he was caught. It didn’t take much for him to start talking. Gideon’s most loyal soldiers, those that survived anyway, needed resources. He was only sent there to see if the abandoned lab on Nevarro still had anything worth salvaging. And he was also told of a Mandalorian who lived outside the perimeter of the town. That he has a wife and child.
“I wasn’t gonna do anything, I swear!” he panted harshly after coughing up blood. Din had enjoyed torturing him. “I was just told to spy on them!”
The man’s hands were cuffed behind his back as he knelt against the rocky ground. His hair was dusty and skin was stained with blood from being kicked and beaten half to death. He was found not too far away from the house outside the town, laying against a rock with one eye closed. The other looked through the scope of a rifle.
The target? You. Enjoying a cup of chocolate milk on the porch as you watch Grogu hunt for frogs.
“Really?” Koska’s sarcastic barb. She dropped a bag with his belongings and held up one pouch. It clinked when she shook it. “Sounds like you got paid a lot more than to just spy.”
“I’m guessing that’s only half of it.” Axe scoffs, shaking his head. “He was going to collect the other half to get the job done.”
He would know that. Any experienced mercenary would.
If Din had been a second late, he would’ve returned home to find the scene of a crime. He would've lost you or the kid or worse. This world would've come crashing down.
Axe faces him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think we should do with him, Din?”
What should he do? What he was already planning to do. He already knows what he's going to do to anyone who threatens the life that he's built here. To anyone who threatens you and Grogu.
“I think…” Din draws his vibroblade. The prisoner's eyes widened significantly, and it fills him with a sick satisfaction.“We should make an example out of him.”
Finally, for once, he gets to dole out justice. Rid the galaxy of one less vile monster. Make your world a little safer.
“If the others want to try something stupid, then they should know that there are consequences.”
Axe and Koska regard him carefully before both of them break into slow smirks. All three Mandalorians look at the prisoner.
A man, scared and helpless. Almost hard to believe that he was ready to stain his hands with the blood of a mother and her child. A family that had nothing to do with him. Innocent blood. Scum like him are lower than dirt.
He is not going to live past today.
And he knows it.
“No…” He shakes his head in denial, trying to crawl back away from them. “No, please–”
“Riduur?” Your sweet voice is all he could hear when he holds you in the dark. “Everything okay?”
He arrived home in the middle of the night after a successful hunt with Axe and Koska. He found you in Grogu’s room, making sure that his window was closed so that the midnight chill doesn’t bother him.
The fury of his violence still burns hot in his veins. It still occurs to him that you could’ve died today. That your life would’ve been cut short. He still wants to go back to that corpse, the one strung high on a pole for intruders to see and do even more damage than what was already done.
He wants Gideon’s remaining allies to see what he’s capable of. How far he’ll go to protect his clan. And how much farther he’ll go to avenge it if it ever comes to that. Din prays it’ll never have to come to that.
“It will be soon.” His embrace tightens.
He has no intention of ever being the cause of your distress. And he'll be damned if he lets anyone try to hurt you or his son ever again.
Your fingers graze the side of his helm. He's almost startled by your gentle tone, “Is this blood?”
“It’s not mine.” He did not realize how hollow he felt until he heard his own voice.
This entire ordeal drained him. Worrying over you. Finding the intruder and making sure he took his last breath. All of this rage, this despair flooding his chest, it’s taking more of a toll on him than he thought.
It doesn’t, however, mean he’s ever going to stop being on the lookout for any more threats. Karga is going to have to monitor any more incoming settlers and visitors to prevent this from happening again.
You’re quiet for a moment before you make a rhetorical inquiry, “Do I even want to know?”
Din removes his gloves behind your back and picks you up. You make no qualms as you allow him, legs wrapping around his waist and hands clinging to his neck as he carries you.
“I’ll tell you later.” 
If you have any worries about the blood staining his armour, you give no confessions. You, instead, lay your head against his shoulder. He feels your ease, your lack of judgement or resistance. You know that whatever it is he had to do, it was for the clan’s safety.
He holds you closer that night in bed. The violent fury slowly disintegrates with each kiss and each caress. Every second of the night, you fill the hollow space in his heart. You whisper to him, thanking him for protecting you and the child. For taking care of both of you.
His heart is content knowing that you would rather ride the stormy seas with him than sail in smooth waters with anyone else. All his life, he never would’ve imagined he’d come this far. He had always pictured dying on a battlefield with either a blaster or a blade in his hand.
But this? This is far better.
It’s the prettiest picture you’ve granted him. And he’ll cherish it for the rest of his life and beyond that.
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zoe-oneesama · 4 months
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Do you ever check out other Miraculous AU's? What are your faves? Do you like people giving you recommendations?
Well I'm currently simping for @bigfatbreak's Dad Villain/Viceroy AU, and you should also check out her "Birds of a Feather" Feralnette AU if you like a good Lila-driven divergence from canon. She has an amazing artistic take on a webcomic format which creates stunning and thought provoking visuals, and I love her command of the canon characters and the interesting direction she takes them.
There's also @buggachat's "Bakery 'Enemies' AU". I love the characterization of these Post-Hawkmoth, semi-older characters and her clever balance of angst and humor. Plus Buggachat is just reigning Queen of excellent facial expressions, a true inspiration if you ask me. (Please do not bother her about continuing, she'll post if and when she feels like it and it's no one's business to pressure her)
I also wouldn't call this an AU per se, but I thoroughly enjoyed her ML Paris Special comics and her increasingly unhinged versions of Shadybug and Claw Noir.
You might've noticed all these AUs are comics. I've been pretty out of the fanfic game for a while and I'm not really interested in any long-form stories. As for recommendations, I don't mind them being dropped but I might not follow up lol.
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Tintin through time! 
Thought it would be fun to have my various designs for Tintin in one post. The canon comics have a floating timeline and Tintin never ages. I think rooting him in a specific time and context makes him feel a little more real (also I am a sucker for historical fiction). Click below for a potted timeline and notes about each design!
Left to right, top to bottom:
Child - in my timeline Tintin was born in 1915, a year into the First World War. He was probably picked on a lot by his peers for being small, ginger and slightly effeminate, and was picked on by adults for being “difficult” and asking too many questions.
Early canon - He leaves school early and becomes a reporter at 14. He’s unhinged, he’s blasé, he dresses like Spongebob. Coming right out of Catholic school he has a lot of unhealthy beliefs he needs to confront and unlearn. I imagine his editor is a pretty shady person as they are willing to send this kid off to dangerous places. His naivety prevents him from spotting any red flags at first.
Late canon - Tintin as we know him! His journalism career is at its peak at the tender age of 17. He’s found a family and stability at Marlinspike. His politics are evolving. He is, however, pretty neglectful of his own personal life, almost fully focusing on his career. He’s starting to grow wary of his editor and they frequently argue, Tintin often winning out as he knows it’s his articles that sell papers.
Young adult - With the Second World War breaking out this is an unstable time in his life. He’s come to terms with being gay but is fired from his paper after being forcibly outed. Tintin and the Marlinspike team take fighting fascism into their own hands. 
For his design here he wears a turtleneck like Captain Haddock, glasses like Professor Calculus (also representing a renewed perspective on things) and his hair is more relaxed like Chang’s! The idea was to show how he has been impacted by the people he cares about. 
After the war ends he struggles with unemployment and burnout, insecure that he might have peaked as a teenager.
Middle aged - It’s the late 50s - early 60s, Tintin is jaded and cynical but still kind and willing to help others. He is absolutely horrified by the events of WW2 and carries an enormous sense of guilt, feeling he didn’t do enough. His faith in journalism has also been thoroughly shaken, witnessing the spectacular failing of the system himself, and realising there are people who genuinely do not care for the truth, and are only concerned with power. 
Elderly - if he somehow makes it to old age he’d be a chaotic little old man who doesn’t give a Single Shit. It’s the late 80s and early 90s, at this point he has retired from journalism and has published his own books, and has taken to becoming a full time political activist (here he’s wearing an AIDS awareness ribbon from 1991, in the 70s Herge had Tintin wear a helmet displaying a symbol for nuclear disarmament). Kids adore him, cops hate him! 
He has taken to technology, being an early adopter of the Internet and desktop computers. He and Chang have since been able to reunite with Chang’s family and they often spend time with Didi’s grandkids!
I don’t know what would kill him. Old age? A car bomb? Maybe he falls over badly and bangs his head one last time. I don’t think it’s my place to decide.
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gentleralts · 2 months
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not to be a downer but while i agree with the sentiment of what the "death note AU where hbomberguy solves the kira case while investigating light yagami for something unrelated to the murders" post is trying to go for, it gets a bunch of stuff fundamentally wrong about light as a character and of how the death note itself works, and as a noted Light Yagami Hater™ i feel like i should set things straight here:
light was top of his class in high school and got into one of the most prestigious universities in his region. he does his research pretty thoroughly and would not even consider plagiarizing anything, especially with how unreliable it would make you look if you got caught. this "light would probably be a plagiarist if he was a youtuber" bit seems like it's there just because the james sommerton video is so fresh in our minds; if that post was drafted like a year ago there'd probably be a bit in there instead about light straight up lying about his accomplishments and how his mother is very proud
"light would have unhinged right-wing political takes if he was on youtube" there's a pretty significant possibility that he would, although not intentionally. light would brand himself as more of a center-left intellectual debater type and gets popular going up against people who are so right-wing that his points seem progressive by comparison (on top of him being conventionally attractive), and that would make stuff like his misogyny and pro-cop stances and "there are some types of people the world would be better off without" sentiments stand out when comparing him to more leftist youtubers. hbomb's initial investigation into light likely started out with the thesis of "light yagami can get away with saying shit like this because he's an extremely fuckable twink"
the thing about that post that stood out to me as its most egregious mistake though was the insistence of legal names being the ones you need to kill someone with the note. you've probably seen joke posts going around before like "if you write a trans person's deadname into the death note it kills you instead," and that's built upon one of the rules of the death note:
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[id: The names you see with the eye power of a god of death are the names needed to kill that person. You will be able to see the names even if that person isn't registered in the family registration.]
a name doesn't have to be legally registered for it to work, and a legal name might not even work in some cases. granted a change of a legal name could still be a viable defensive strategy to throw off someone trying to research what your name is, but outright saying "i've legally changed my name to something you won't be able to find out so you can't kill me" will not protect you from the death note at all.
in my opinion, i believe the point in which hbomb spots the thread leading to his conclusion of light yagami being behind the kira murders is around the end of the yotsuba arc. he'd be able to intuit the first, second, and third kiras being separate entities by the types of people they kill, and the situation of "this guy i've been looking into has dropped off the face of the internet for like two months and the kira murders are suddenly different" would probably be too interesting of coincidence for him to ignore
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swissalbanianmiss · 8 days
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can you also do nico nsfw headcanons please?
(your writing is so good🫶🏻)
thank you 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 and of course!
18+ content below | sort of unhinged 🤭
- a giver through and through. would spend hours down there if you allowed him to. he would definitely be whimpering and making noises too
- would love to fuck you, cum inside of you, and then fuck the cum back in…
- loves boobs and ass equally
- LOVES when you ride him and when you get too tired and worked up to move anymore so he grabs your hips and fucks up into you
- we all know nico looks and seems so sweet but I do think he has a rough side to him
- that rough side includes throat fucking for sure. but he has to be really worked up for that
- he loves to finger you. especially when you two are just watching a movie or relaxing
- he’s just obsessed with how needy and worked up he can make you by simply using his fingers
- always mumbling and moaning in your ear or under his breath in Swiss German and it’s SO hot
- I feel like he would wanna fuck you outdoors in Switzerland at least once
- loves pulling your hair
- thigh. riding.
- he’s so so so sweet and loves to make love to you. loves to thoroughly feel you and experience you
- when he eats you out he looks up at you with those big, brown deer eyes because he knows it makes you go crazy
- after a bad game or during a rough patch he would definitely just wanna pound into you and destroy you
- I could see him teasingly edging you and/or over stimulating you
- he just loves seeing you squirm
- chain. swinging. in. your. face.
- loves when you kiss/suck/lick around his arm tattoo… it actually makes him go insane
- definitely has a cap kink at times. wants to fuck you while you wear his jersey with the C displayed on the corner above the devils logo
- loves when you ask him permission to cum
- such a good kisser
- I feel like he’s just so focused on your pleasure
- he can go many many rounds
- but the aftercare is always amazing and sweet and soft. he pays so much attention to aftercare
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snakebites-and-ink · 13 days
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What can I say, I was in a mind control/brainwashing mood. I’ve also lowkey been on a living weapon kick for a while, so I guess it was inevitable I would combine the two.
If the flow or voice of my writing changes unexpectedly in this one, that’s because I skipped around like crazy and wrote adjacent chunks of this at totally different times. 😅😅😅
CW: Brainwashing, mind control, captivity, corruption, dehumanisation, somewhat creepy whumper, bad ending (for the hero anyways 😈). I think I got a little unhinged with this one….
Hero was brought before their enemy, held between two of Villain’s goons.
“Villain.” Hero glowered. The villain came closer and looked them over.
“I’ve finally caught you,” Villain said, smiling. “Oh, you’re going to do great things for me.”
“I’ll never help you!”
“Not of your own free will, you won’t. But I believe I’ve found a way around that.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Villain didn’t elaborate. Hero was taken to a dark room and forced into a chair with a gratuitous number of restraints. They tried to fight, but eventually ended up strapped down. And then more thoroughly strapped down. Restraints all over their limbs, across their torso, then something that wrapped around their forehead.
“I’d tell you that resisting is useless, but I don’t expect you’d listen,” Villain said from off to Hero’s side. “Well, I’ll see you later, Hero.”
Hero could hear the infuriating smile in Villain’s voice even though they weren’t looking at them. Hero growled slightly and tugged against the restraints—which didn’t give way, of course, Villain wasn’t that careless.
Hero heard the door shut, and just like that they were left alone in the darkness.
At first, Hero wasn’t sure what Villain had been talking about. Of course, they weren’t happy about the restraints and captivity, but none of it seemed out of the ordinary. They could handle this. Villain’s insinuations made them a little nervous, though. Villain wasn’t the type to make idle threats.
When they got bored and irritated enough, Hero tried shouting. No response. Still, they felt they could handle this. It’s not like their nemesis’ smug face was much better than isolation anyways.
It wasn’t just isolation that they were dealing with. Hero wasn’t certain how, but Villain was messing with their head without even speaking to them. It hadn’t been immediately obvious, but it was too consistent and drawn out now for Hero to explain it away as just their imagination. Lies were slithering their way into Hero’s mind in a manner similar to their own thoughts, but far too methodical to be just that. Sometimes Hero even experienced feelings that didn’t belong, however briefly. Hero knew they were lies, and could consciously reject them, but they couldn’t block them out.
Hero figured the most likely culprit was the weird band thing Villain had put across their forehead. It was thick and clunky enough to have some weird technology in it, and it didn’t seem a necessary part of their restraints. Hero wiggled and thrashed their head as best they could, but it seemed to be fixed in place too well for them to get it off that easily.
Hero had bruised themself struggling. Probably scraped a little too. They were sore in countless places from pulling and fighting against the restraints, but it had all been in vain. Nothing seemed any looser, and that horrid device was still well affixed to their head.
They were not giving in. With a physical struggle having proved useless, Hero turned their efforts at resistance inward, focusing on fighting whatever Villain was trying to do to them in their own head rather than in the physical world.
Hero was agitated. They didn’t feel quite right. They couldn’t be sure that whatever Villain was using on them wasn’t already having an effect. They countered it as best they could with their own thoughts, but they couldn’t be sure.
Hero felt sick. It was like what Villain was doing made them all messed up inside. They weren’t sure if it was a psychosomatic result of an emotional reaction they were having, or if some part of Villain’s treatment actually had a physical effect on them, but Hero was feeling nauseated. And just…off. They squeezed their eyes shut and made a sound that was a little too pathetic for their taste. They didn’t feel right. They wanted out.
Hero was still feeling unwell when Villain checked in on them.
Hero was transferred to a different room and restrained in a different position, but they were kept just as secure as before. Their captor strode into the room, seeming far too comfortable for Hero’s liking.
“Villain,” they spat, jerking ineffectually against their restraints with the automatic urge to fight their nemesis.
“Got some fire left in you, I see. Tell me, do you still remember your name?”
Hero cursed Villain instead of answering. Of course they still remembered their name, but they weren’t giving Villain any information that might make Villain’s nasty little project easier.
Villain was unphased by the vitriol. “Hmm. Sounds like it’ll take a while.”
“What will take a while? What exactly are you doing?”
Villain shrugged with the slightest of smirks. “Don’t worry about it. By the time you find out for sure, you won’t mind. Now unless you have something productive to say, I think we’re done here.” Villain beckoned to one of their henchmen.
“No! Don’t put me back in there!” Hero wished they could have said that in a way that sounded remotely threatening, but they just sounded desperate. They couldn’t let Villain change them, couldn’t lose themself.
“I’m afraid there’s not much of an option. Unless you’ve miraculously decided to change sides?”
“I’m not helping you. I’m not helping you.” Hero pretended they were only saying it to spite their captor, and not saying it partially to reassure themself. “I won’t do it.”
“We’ll see.”
Hero screamed and fought as Villain dragged them back there, but it wasn’t enough. Villain had them secured too well for it to result in anything but a few more scrapes and bruises.
Hero went back to the darkness, back to the restraints and the sickening feeling of Villain’s messages sidling their way into Hero’s brain.
They tried to fight it. They really did. But Hero couldn’t keep it up all the time, not for this long. They found themself slipping. Not listening really, but letting things through. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t what they wanted, but it was easier.
They picked up their efforts at resistance again when they caught themself, but the fact that they caught it happening multiple times was telling enough. 
Hero’s humanity felt further out of reach than ever before. It didn’t really feel like a person anymore. That wasn’t a good feeling. Hero wept.
It couldn’t remember its name. That was distressing. It wasn’t supposed to be able to feel distress, but it did. It wished it didn’t.
It had been told its name was 491. It supposed that must be true.
Something was still wrong, though. Its feelings weren’t quite right. It didn’t feel like this was how things were supposed to be. It knew things were meant to be this way, really, it just didn’t feel right. Maybe it just needed more time.
The weapon didn’t feel distressed anymore. It didn’t feel much at all. Villain had fixed it. It was working better now, not experiencing incorrect feelings or going against what it was made for.
It wasn’t going to fight against them any more. It would do what it was told, as it was meant to. It wouldn’t struggle anymore, or have bad emotions like it had when it was working wrong.
It understood what it was, and who it belonged to. It was a weapon, forged by Villain and for their purposes. The resemblance it had to real people was a testament to Villain’s craftsmanship rather than any sort of indication of its humanity. Its maker and owner was very skilled, and someone more than worthy of its best.
It didn’t know how long it was before Villain got it out of its restraints. Not that such things mattered to it. It was Villain’s to keep where they wanted, and they needed to make sure it was fixed and working right.
“How are you doing now?” they asked once it was freed and standing.
“Operating properly, sir.”
Villain grinned. They ran their hands over the weapon, inspecting, and it stayed in place and let them. Villain looked over it hungrily.
They slapped its face. It showed no reaction except to turn its head to face forward again afterwards.
“Perfect,” Villain purred, leaning on its shoulder and twirling a finger in its hair. 491 didn’t react to the handling.
Villain grabbed its hair and pulled its head back, exposing its throat. Not a very strategic position to put the weapon in, but of course its owner could do whatever they wanted with it. “Will you tell me what you are?” they breathed into its ear.
“Your weapon, sir.”
“That’s exactly right.” They released it and righted its head. “And you have no problems with that? No problems with doing whatever I say?”
“Of course not. That’s what I’m made for.”
“Yesss. Perfect.”
Villain took a step back and looked over their weapon once more. They were smiling, with something like victory in their eyes.
“Your precious hero agency won’t stand a chance,” Villain said gleefully.
“Sir?” 491 didn’t understand; the hero agency didn’t belong to it, nor did 491 think of it as precious.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s just…a figure of speech.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Ever since he lost his partner, Cas, five years ago, Dean has struggled to figure out what shape his life should take. But he's finally decided it's time to remove the monument to his grief - a giant statue of Cas that sits in his garden. But when he makes one last desperate wish, will that same monument give him the very thing he's been dreaming of?
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xoxunhinged · 11 days
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Psycho xox
Unstable König x Unhinged You 🎀
Part 9: knife play, blood, unhinged behaviour but hopefully we expect this by now, PinV, one more part to go besties 👀
“You are fucking crazy Häschen.”🐰
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“You’re sure about this Hase?”
You shake König’s arm for the sixth time, impatiently rolling your eyes.
“Yes! Now get on with it.”
You shiver slightly with excitement as the blade of his knife traces your skin, stopping just above one collarbone. You’re dressed in very little, just some skimpy panties he bought for you, looking thoroughly distracting.
He blinks several times, trying to focus. Then neatly, he makes the first slice.
There’s a sharp intake of breath, as you feel the initial trickle of blood. Those deep set eyes watch you carefully, but you don’t change your mind.
If anything you look transported, otherworldly, legs rubbing together slightly, like you’re enjoying the sensation of König carving his name into your body.
You don’t know how to vocalise how you feel about him, so to you, this is the next best thing. Having his name irrevocably added to you.
“You are fucking crazy Häschen.”
The sound of your deranged laugh rings around the room. Of course you are, but it’s not like he didn’t know what he was getting into.
He just smiles at you, slightly pointed canines glinting in the dim lighting. Christ he adores you unconditionally, his little rabbit.
No one else understands, just how much he loves you.
König wants to tell you what you mean to him, but he’s not sure whether he really needs to at this point. He’s never been good with words, so he tries to show you instead.
Surely you understand how he feels, by the way he watches you at all times? Keeps you safe? Lets you be your unusual self without any judgement around him? Brings you presents every night?
You must know that he wouldn’t cut your name into his forearm, if he didn’t love you?
That’s how this all started. He wanted to apologise, for making you think he was interested in anyone else.
So earlier in an utterly sane action, he took out his knife and got to work. When you saw what he’d done, bandaged up under his uniform, you insisted he did the same to you.
Once he’s finished, your chest is coated in burgundy. You watch it running in rivulets between your breasts.
Unbidden, you try and slide a finger over the wound, wanting to trace your favourite name. Until he grabs your hand quickly.
“No touching until it’s healed.”
You pout, but König won’t budge, carrying you into the empty showers to get cleaned up.
It’s quiet, no one will see.
As the water beneath your feet turns pink, you kiss him fiercely, all teeth and tongue.
He almost purrs in response.
You have no idea if anyone from your old life is still missing you and frankly, you don’t give a shit. After all, you’re not a very missable person.
König doesn’t agree. He’d never stop missing you, if he couldn’t see you anymore.
Both of you love to move from place to place like nomads. A new location everyday, rebelling against the notion lovers should settle down and get married.
Why would you need a piece of paper to show the depth of your bond? It far exceeds any legal contract.
In the main, you’ve been very well behaved lately. Everyone’s noticed. Reserving your insanity just for him. He craves it, watching you become savage under his hands. It’s so sweet of you to try and tear him apart, while he’s balls deep in you.
One night he ‘took’ you to the beach. You lay in the sand while he told you everything he knew about the cosmos, pointing out the constellations above you. It seemed so real, you could almost see them mapped out.
He thought you were listening, until you let out a small snore. So instead he reverted to his favourite pastime, staring endlessly at you.
You just look so lovely when you’re sleeping. Untroubled by spite and dark thoughts, but still with a slightly bizarre humour in your curling lips.
As he cuddled you, your eyelids fluttered. The bright lights of a nearby arcade drawing you like a moth to a flame.
“Please! Let’s go baby! Promise I’ll win you a stuffie, I’m so good at the grab machines!” You begged him sleepily.
Of course he gave in, he can’t refuse you anything.
You couldn’t really win him a trophy, so he bought you a little pink squishy thing. As he speaks, it sits in the back seat of his car. Strapped in with a seatbelt, just to keep it safe.
You can have it soon little Hase.
You raised your eyebrows, when he told you about it.
“You’re such a freak, do you know that baby?”
König just nodded in agreement, because he is a freak and you are too. He embraces it now, having spent most of his life trying to be normal. You’ve shown him the power in just being himself unapologetically.
“It’s special to me Häschen, just like you are.”
You snort and scorn, but secretly, you’re quite pleased by that.
When you sleep together that night, something is different. The way König touches you is different.
You make love, instead of just screwing with unguarded savagery.
The touches are soft, he traces gentle hands all over you until you squirm, kissing your mouth as he rolls his hips against yours.
You don’t bite or scratch at him, not one nasty word is formed by your sharp tongue. Instead you reward him with breathless whimpers and sobs, while he catches you off guard again and again.
His lips plant kisses all over your neck and chest, then latch onto one pebbled nipple, sucking on it until you call out his name. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been in your life for him, for anyone. Every soft caress and deep kiss has you desperate for another one.
When the roughness of his pubic bone grinds against your swollen clit once, then twice, you cum hard. Big hands hold you, as you tremble underneath him. Keeping you together, while the strokes of his length remain purposeful.
Then his grip tightens, as his formerly languid thrusts speed up very slightly. König’s face is flushing, you watch carefully as he starts to come apart on top of you.
It’s fascinating how pretty he looks, as he bites his lips, trying to last longer. That desire to see people stripped to their most rudimentary form, moves your lips for you.
“Cum for me, my special boy, know you want to.”
Your hand rubs his scarred pink cheek, he leans into it with a groan of pleasure. He didn’t realise, just how much he needed to fuck you, nice and slow.
Sure he loves it when you’re feral, but there’s a new part of him that also loves feeling you so pliant against his body.
König has been day dreaming for weeks about making you his, forever. He knows he has you for now, but he’s greedy, wanting more than he should.
Blue eyes meet yours, not so scorching tonight, but calm and peaceful, then his face drops to your chest as he hits his own release.
You don’t speak German. If you did, you might have recognised the words leaving his mouth, while he babbled incoherently into your skin.
König doesn’t pull out. Every time you wake throughout the night, he’s bringing you shaking to another orgasm, moving your hands over his chest so you can feel his racing heart.
He’s taking risks now, but honestly he’s beyond caring.
König will be your salvation, where everyone else has failed you.
You’ve set him free in the best way. Now he is going to do the same for you.
Love is a word that rests on both of your tongues, in one form or another.
And what a heavy word that is.
My special boy
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daemon-in-my-head · 29 days
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I'm still on my elf Durge BS cuz lord the angst, the twisted irony, its just so hrgnh.
Childhood Durgetash is cute, but what about young adult durgetash? Fresh out of HoH Gortash who hears about that established Bhaalist leader just for them to be an utter BRAT cuz they're still very much "um actually I'm a minor in my own culture and head so damn u Orin" constantly using the fact that they're """"technically"""" not an adult in their culture as an excuse for literally everything.
Or the whole drawing of the Veil bit? Have it happen while Gortash is there. Make Durge break into a million little pieces, cuz the drawing of the Veil is accompanied by grief and loss and trauma, the grief and loss Gortash will soon feel himself when Durge is ripped away from him. Make him comfort or laugh about Durge just to suffer the same soon enough.
Neither Durge nor Gortash had any responsible adults in their lives so now they have to become responsible adults themselves with 0 reference and watch it go to shit but somehow it still works and they grow together still. Added hilarity cuz Durge should know all this shit but has actually 0 idea and is just like "yeah well gotta head out, make money, buy milk, use send once you've wrapped up here."
A Durge that constantly taunts Gortash, saying they're older just to be utterly and thoroughly confused by the concept of taxes. Or buying/renting real estate. Cuz they never in their century had to, and whatever the fuck Gortash is doing just confuses the hell out of them whereas Gortash is just taunting them back now cuz they may be older but they have 0 life experience whatsoever.
Or a durge with that simple elven mindset, looking at tacky devil in disguise Gortash and having a fucking aneurysm like "take it off or I'll firebolt your ass out of it" (the one upside to Durges disappearance is that nobody critiques Gortashs cloak anymore.)
Also just something about these nice and elegant and eloquent elves being utterly insane and everything an elf isn't supposed to be. Watch them at a banquet be the perfect stereotype (cuz that's all they know) of an elf and back in the temple or black keep they're a feral cat or smth dropping random body parts on Gortashs desk a la "dear I've brought u smth". Just utterly unhinged and anything but noble or elegant or eloquent for that matter. In public their speech is all frilly and back at home they're cursing like a sailor threatening the universe over the mildest inconvenience.
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ctitan98official · 2 months
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Anonymous: Idk if you've done this before but how would like the re8 woman react to period sex or menstrual sex because I somehow think that the dimitrescu's would be in for it (if you want to do it, if you don't or if it bothers you then it's okay 👀)
18+ Minors DNI
I only write gender-neutral reader, but I’m just going to write about the ladies having their period and head canons about that! Personally, I love period sex. I’ve definitely gotten very excited when past girlfriends were menstruating XD Let’s get into it!
Alcina:
Alcina is all for menstrual sex. She’s so sensitive like this. Every nerve ending is on fire as you satisfy her.
While the bleeding is an annoyance in daily life… It kind of evens out because of how much fun the two of you can have when she’s menstruating.
Sometimes, Alcina will call out for you to stop if she has a cramp, but usually that’s not an issue.
The feeling of being seen like this is so precious to Alcina. She wouldn’t do this with anybody else.
Donna:
Early on into your relationship, Donna would all but lock herself in her room for four days when she had her period. She’s just really embarrassed. (She shouldn’t be, but she can’t seem to tell her brain that.)
One morning, you both wake up at around the same time. Donna however, looks very uncomfortable as she sits up.
You ask what’s wrong and she bursts into tears. “I… I think I bled all over my side.” She weeps.
Once you realize that she’s not hurt, you hug her and reassure her. She’s so cute.
She… Eventually warms up to menstrual sex, but she needs a lot of encouragement.
Miranda:
Miranda is a scientist. There’s really no bodily function that grosses her out.
Talking about menstruation, though? People considered it taboo when she was growing up.
Miranda does her best to keep all information about her cycle to herself and won’t even tell you when she has her period.
But, you have ways to get her to talk about it… One day, she finds you laughing hysterically in the bathroom.
“What is-” Miranda stops abruptly when she sees… A tampon? Hanging out of your nose?
You play dumb. “What are these, Miranda?” You ask.
Miranda is thoroughly flustered. “Th-they’re tampons, Y/N! Give that to me at once!” She shrieks, ashamed. She pulls the string to get it out of your nose.
You grin. You just wanted to hear her say “Tampon” out loud. Miranda’s still not having period sex, though.
Bela:
I hc that Bela has horrible cramps. She is in no mood to get frisky with you, like this. However… The week before her period starts, she is ready to let you have at her. She’s so sensitive.
Bela sometimes forgets that her period is imminent (She’s got a lot of other stuff to worry about). One day, she wakes up covered in blood (But, not in the way she likes XD)
She is so embarrassed and holds her face in her hands. She cries softly.
You hear Bela stirring and you wake up. “Bela, what’s wrong?” You ask her.
“I… Forgot about my period! I bled everywhere!” She weeps.
Poor Bela. You get her cleaned up and the sheets changed before you snuggle up with her.
Bela is so grateful to have you.
Cassandra:
Cass is even more unhinged when she has her period. Her sexual appetite increases immediately.
The thought of you eating her out like this… Does something to her.
Cass does feel a little sluggish when it comes to her daily routine, though.
She also eats a few more maidens than usual too.
However, as much as Cass is all too eager to have sex like this, you better not bring up her period in general conversation. For some reason, it makes her very bashful. Even though… You two are literally doing the most intimate act and making her period a focal point.
She’s a hard woman to understand.
Dani:
Dani is all for menstrual sex. Hey, sharing is caring, you know?
She’s downright feral sometimes. Her body is craving release and you give it to her.
It’s cute when she begs for junk food. However, if she asks you to get her a snack, you better be quick about it. She’ll break down and cry. Not that this is particularly unusual outside of her period.
Dani loves how easily your fingers and tongue slide into her when she’s bleeding. It’s like natural lube.
If Dani accidentally bleeds on the bed as she sleeps, you immediately clean her up and change the sheets. You don’t want her to feel badly.
You just became even more hot in her eyes.
Note: I’m a degenerate, I admit it XD
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bundibird · 2 years
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Every now and then I remember that they turned the maze runner movies into just another set of zombie films and I'm newly annoyed.
Like don't get me wrong the movies themselves are pretty damn good for films that diverged so thoroughly from the source material, and obviously the actors and characters are fantastic.
But the Flare in the books is so much worse than the Flare in the movies, and they really majorly lost out when they decided to just turn it into a zombie virus.
Because zombies, sure, ok, they're scary. But they're not the same kind of creeping dread that the book-Flare victims are. The book-Flare people are sooooo hair raising, in my opinion. The way that the disease starts with just decreased impulse control, resulting in people who are a little more reckless and a little more prone to pursuing their desires with little regard for consequences. and then how slowly that gets worse, and eventually things like kindness and compassion are leeched, bit by bit, away from victims of the Flare, leaving an intelligent human who has no empathy or morals -- and then how they become even more unhinged; the way they slowly stop feeling pain; the way they are still full functional except for the fact that theyre absolutely not.
And the fact that it happens over years. The fact that so many of the scientists who were putting these kids through these awful experiments were themselves infected, and thats why their ethics had slid so much and they were so willing to subject children to the horrors they did.
The fact that Newt wasn't past the Gone yet, but that he was still with it enough to know that he was slipping, to know that he was getting worse, to know that his moments of clarity were growing fewer and soon would stop altogether, to know that his moments of being him were running out, to know that there was only one way to stop himself from turning into one of those barely human monstrosities.
Yeah, idk. I just think that the Flare in the books was so much more horrifying. There's something so chilling about a person's intelligence remaining whilst their humanity is slowly stripped away from them. I'll never understand why the movies chose to become Just Another Zombie Movie when they had something so much more original and so much more alarming Right There.
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Darling, You Killed Me
Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)
Words: ~4.6 k
Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.
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“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”
“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”
“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”
“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”
“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”
Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.
Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.
The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.
And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.
“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”
Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.
But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.
As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.
Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.
All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.
“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”
“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”
You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.
It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.
“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”
“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”
“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”
“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”
“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.
“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.
“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.
“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”
“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”
All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.
You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.
As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.
“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”
This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.
Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.
“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”
He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.
“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”
“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”
“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”
“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”
His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”
“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.
Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.
“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”
As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.
“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”
That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.
When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.
“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”
“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”
You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.
Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.
Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.
“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”
“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”
That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.
“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”
“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”
“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”
Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.
“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.
“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”
You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.
When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”
“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”
“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”
“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”
“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”
He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.
Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.
“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”
Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.
“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”
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tortor-sauce · 1 month
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18+ POST LOOK AWAY 👹🔞 if you’re not 18+ PLEASE DNI with this post!! 👹🔞
(sketch and drabble and headcanons)
(jel/reth/oc stuff)
GO AWAY LOOK AWAY!!!!! IM WARNING YOU 🔪
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I CANT EVEN TAG THIS I DONT EVEN WANT PEOPLE TO SEE BUT I HAVE TO SHOW SOMEONE AND TALK ABOUT IT OR I’LL EXPLODE!!!!
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i’m too shy to share the whole picture IM SORRY—i just wanted to capture a few headcanons into a single shamelessly horny drawing of the three of them together. also, my thoughts are completely unorganized and this post is mostly just me rambling!
small disclaimer, if you don’t agree with or like my headcanons, that’s totally valid but please don’t tell me so 🙇 i kindly ask you just move on from this post. thank you!
okay. so i feel like both reth and jel are service tops HEAR ME OUT—like, they’re both just a couple of pathetic lover boys who are so head over heels in love with you. the fact they practically always gift you something when you flirt with them in-game (jel gifting silk and reth gifting soup) i feel is their attempts at spoiling you and taking care of you in their own way. they just want to see you happy and make you cum your brains out a thousand times until you can’t think straight anymore 🥺
and in general, i feel jel would love to shower you in compliments and words of praise and practically worship your body. while i feel reth is the type to show you how he feels and relish in watching you come undone with him. but personally 👉👈 i feel jel and reth align more closely as switches because they’re both so.. so soft and need to be spoiled and loved so deeply (no innuendo intended)
with that said, i think jel is a more intimate and passionate lover while reth is a bit more unhinged and rough. that’s not to say jel doesn’t have his sadistic bouts. i feel it stems directly from his obsessive nature and grows into a desire to watch you submit to him and his whims, sort of in a controlling way. but it makes him so happy when you do. the need to know you belong to him, both your heart and body, is honestly really important to him. i actually feel he has control issues due to a number of reasons but that’s a different discussion—💀 and he rewards you so thoroughly for showing him how much you love him. god, the aftercare? he’s so gentle and attentive and treats you like the most precious thing he’s ever held.
more on reth, while not as sadistic, i feel he’s still plenty controlling when he wants to be. the poor man has hardly any control in his day-to-day life and the fact you allow him an ounce of control? over your body of all things? yeah, that shit drives him mad (positive). gets a bit carried away and leaves marks on your body, hickeys, scratches, bruises, the like. but hey, at least it’s a pretty reminder of how much fun you had together. plus, if anyone sees they’ll know you belong to him. but he definitely teases you about it the following days by making sly comments and even running his fingers over the more sensitive marks.
so, in my polycule i envision moments where two will actively spoil the other. so for instance like when maddox and reth want to spoil jel and shower him in the love and affection he deserves, he gets all shy and blushy but relishes in the moment. he pays them back tenfold once they’re finished, but not that same night. maddox and reth make sure he’s completely worn out so he’ll finally get some damn sleep for once. reth is the same in that regard; he gets all shy and blushy but he enjoys being spoiled for once. not having to care about anything or anyone else and focus fully on himself and his pleasure. and the two know this and want to show him how loved he is. lowkey i imagine jel bringing him to tears, crying tears of pleasure and from overstimulation but that may be a personal thing of mine. 💀 and as for maddox? they both know exactly which buttons to push. i imagine them sort of egging each other along. i mentioned earlier i think jel has a sadistic side to him, well i think the same of reth albeit not nearly as prominent. like, the fact he teases and flirts so much could be for a number of reasons, but how lovely it would be if it were only to watch their reactions each time. with that said, maddox happens to be very reactive and discovering that fact in bed, like, awakens something inside of him to tease more, to push as much as maddox will allow him. and yes, he notices the way jel reacts to it too. it only makes him want to tease him for the fact as well 🥴 WHICH is why i drew him with that expression LMAO normally i would’ve imagined him with a much softer and kinder expression but i think he’s quick to lose himself in the throes of pleasure which causes him to act a bit selfish at times. but like i said, i see him as a service top so really his ‘selfish’ moments are him just spoiling maddie and jel and showering their bodies with so much love and attention.
i have so many more thoughts but this post is getting long and i’m getting embarrassed so i’ll stop there for now.
IF YOU READ THIS IM SORRY LOL BUT THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME///////
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inawearyworld · 3 months
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free if you truly wish to be: chapter v
the power of a found family heist saves the day (six of crows who??) (god these summaries have become rather unhinged over the course of this fic huh)
2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.3k
just wanted to say thank you to all you lovely people who've read and loved this fic! please lmk what you think, like reblog yadda yadda yadda. i'm euphrasiepontmercy on ao3 if you want to see any more of my near-embarrassingly escapist writing :) there will certainly be more wren coming in the form of playlists, pinterest boards, drawings, etc
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The next day, for half of a moment upon awakening, she thought the whole past month had been a dream. That she’d go on living in her unpierced golden cage, that there was nothing revealed and nothing to reveal, that things could be fine for a little while longer.
Then she heard the blaring vocal warmups of the comedian who lived down the hall.
…Okay, then.
It’s real.
She stayed up in Piper’s room, hoping to escape notice from the owners of the establishment, whom she’d never seen but hated due to their imprisonment of her friends. She’d warned them all the previous night that the Chocolate Cartel had seemed about to propose a surely sinister deal to Wonka-regrettably all but Noodle, who was asleep, and who she thought would probably take the hit the hardest, whatever hit that might be.
She wasn’t sure where to go from here.
Willy had wound up under the thumb of men who would gladly destroy him, the wash crew was nowhere near the freedom they deserved, and she herself was disgraced and thrown out by the only practical lifeline she’d had for two years, the man she’d thought she’d loved.
She realized, though, that the chain of actions that led to finally standing up to Felix was the first thing she’d done in two years that she didn’t regret.
That new sense of assurance, though, wouldn’t put any food on her family’s table.
Or her own.
And still, the thrumming in the back of her heart took the form of olive eyes, soft curls, and chocolate-dot freckles. How much danger was he in? Had he really lost all hope? 
Was he even alive?
The only venture she’d made that morning was a careful one to Lottie’s room; the telephonist had snuck her a bit of gruel and told her she could borrow some of her clothes for the day. When she got back to Piper’s, she heard a large clank against the wall, and opened the window to investigate.
She was met with those same olive eyes, accompanied by a tired but teasing smile.
“We have really got to stop meeting like this.”
Relief flooded her so thoroughly that every rational thought momentarily disappeared, and suddenly Wren realized that she was kissing him.
And that he was kissing her back.
And that he was very precariously perched on a very tall ladder.
“I, ah…”
She trailed off, struck speechless by the haze in his expression that could be described in no way but adoring.
“You’re alive,” she breathed. “You’re here.”
“So are you.”
“And you feel the same way?”
“Very much so.”
Apparently unable to form any longer sentences, they fell into shaking, half-disbelieving laughter.
“Wrap it up, Romeo, a person can only keep this steady for so long,” came Piper’s voice from below, and Willy laughed again.
“Alright, I-well.”
“Yeah?”
She watched him run through the events of the past hours in his mind as he tried to sum it up, and he quickly shook his head.
“Come on down, we’ll all explain what happened. Then we need your help to rescue Noodle.”
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And so they did. Once the whole crew had been informed of all that had happened, they planned and began to carry out their heist, and Wren-while still fully aware of the danger-allowed part of herself to be thrilled at finally having adventures with a found, created family like she’d read about all her life.
There were a few variables, of course-there was a plan for if Willy and Noodle were caught by the Cartel and a plan for if they weren’t, which, of course, they were. Wren flitted through various windows enough to throw a surely-still-reeling Felix slightly off his game, enough that he’d gladly drown his thoughts in the planted Hoverchocs. She also misdirected those who somehow weren’t distracted by the giraffe, allowing the Oompa-Loompa to enter the cathedral and do his part.
What she wasn’t expecting to do was help him to rescue the pair from death by chocolate.
She’d started to make her way out of the cathedral when she heard a shout of “thank you, little orange man!” from under the ground. Puzzled, she’d looked down to see a chocolate-drenched Noodle and Willy gasping for breath under a circle of glass and flooring as the brown liquid receded. She startled, then quickly came to her wits in time to break the surface and pull each of them through, all three falling into each other’s arms.
“What-”
“Oh, God-”
“What on earth-”
“Thanks, Wren-”
“What happened?”
“The plan,” Willy said, pausing to clear his throat of chocolate, “ran into a few setbacks.”
“I can see that.”
“But,” and here he reached into his vest to produce a large and somewhat soaked envelope, “I brought you this, from the vault.”
Wren opened it carefully to see that its contents were luckily mostly untouched by chocolate. Half of them she recognized as what she’d sent to her family, the things that Felix had withheld, but the rest of the envelopes were graced with her mom’s handwriting.
She’d thought she’d cried more in the past days than ever before, but apparently there were still plenty of tears left, and they all threatened to break loose upon that sight.
They’ve been writing to me all this time.
It was devastating and hopeful all at once. Her husband had spent two years keeping her from contacting her family and keeping them from the reassurance that she cared, but now that she had the letters, she could finally start to make things right.
Also in the massive envelope was a shinier letter, addressed to her from the city’s opera house, stating that a new artistic director had been hired: one who didn’t live in fear of the Cartel, had programmed Romeo et Juliette for the upcoming season, and wished nothing more than for Madame Fickelgruber to play the second title role. Not because of her association, not her relative fame, but her.
She hurriedly looked at the postage date; it wasn’t too late for her to write back and accept.
It’s not too late.
The thought, and its application to just about everything, filled her with light.
She didn’t know why Felix had kept all of this instead of throwing it out; possibly to feed his own ego, to know that his wife was in demand but he was the one that had her. Whatever it was, Willy had found the truth and held it even when he’d thought all was lost, and given it to her the moment he’d had the chance.
“And we found out why Slugworth was acting so weird,” Noodle said excitedly, still catching her breath. “We’re related, if you can believe it-but my parents really did care-and my mom, we-we found her!”
“Oh, Noodle, that’s wonderful,” she gasped, pulling the girl into a hug.
“Yeah, Willy managed to find her name in the ledger-but even after that, he kept looking around the vault until he found that envelope. Said it was for you-that we’d find your family, too.”
Tears brimmed in Wren’s eyes as she nodded to the girl with a smile of sweet solidarity. She then looked over to meet Willy’s gaze, more grateful than she’d ever been, and saw that he’d been watching her with a compassionate blend of sympathy and shared hope.
“Thank you,” she breathed, and kissed him again, heedless of the mess. “I know this will come as no surprise, but-”
“I taste like chocolate?”
“I could get used to it.”
“Okay, WE GET IT,” came Noodle’s laugh, “you like each other, it finally happened, hallelujah. Now-look!”
They all turned to the door to see the unmistakable silhouettes of the Cartel, and Willy grinned. It was time for the final phase of their plan.
The three misfits helped each other off the ground and made their way to the cathedral’s entrance, just in time to hear Prodnose’s “in which they died” followed by the men’s laughter.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
All heads turned at his voice, and Wren grinned to see all three chocolatiers pale at the sight of them.
“Wonka!” shouted Slugworth.
“Florence,” formed Fickelgruber.
“What?” piped Prodnose.
“Officer, would you kindly take a look at this?”
Willy handed the ledger he’d held to Officer Affable, and Noodle smiled as she stepped forward.
“It details every single illegal payment these men have ever made. Thousands of them.”
“Affable, don’t listen to her. She’s lying,” the Chief said, but Affable had already opened the ledger.
“Well, of course she is,” said Slugworth, his clear nervousness betraying him. Wren smirked and looked back to Affable.
“She’s not, sir. She’s absolutely right, it’s…incredible.”
The Chief blinked, then tried as he might to take back control.
“Oh. Well. Then it sounds like a case for the Chief of Police. Give it to me, Affable, I’ll take it from here.”
“I can’t do that, I’m afraid, sir.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because your name’s written down here, sir. A lot. Gentlemen, you’re under arrest,” he said, addressing the Cartel with the latter statement.
Slugworth nodded slightly, his eyes widening, and barely turned to his colleagues when he spoke to them.
“Run.”
And run they did, but they didn’t get far. Gasps went up in the crowd as the Chocolate Cartel took to the air once again, and the other trio strolled down to the base of the fountain.
“Wha-what’s happening,” Slugworth cried, “why are we airborne?”
“You didn’t eat any of those chocolates, did you, Mr. Slugworth?” Willy asked, knowing full well that he’d won.
God, certainty looked good on him.
“Why?”
“Because they’re Hoverchocs! Delayed action. But extra strong.”
“Florence!-” Felix called, the adrenaline of flight having pitched his voice up nearly an octave as he grabbed onto Prodnose’s leg with one hand and reached to her with the other. “Just forget it all, my pet, I’ll forgive you in time, don’t worry, we’ll get rid of him again and all will be well-”
He always was one for the dramatics.
And that’s something I can easily match.
She looked straight at him, made a show of removing her wedding ring, held it aloft until it glinted in the sun, and let it go, allowing it to tumble through the air and land directly on the edge of a convenient storm drain.
Felix let out a strangled gasp, his eyes not on her but rather trailing the expensive ring as it fell. From his vantage point, it was gone forever in that drain, and she was happy to let him believe that; she’d pick it up later and send it to her family.
Though, perhaps, with her dream off to a real start, she’d finally be able to make her own way in the world and help to support her family on her own accord.
That thought was sweeter than any amount of candy.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Wonka?” Slugworth was saying. He went on to rattle off assurances on how the Cartel could still defeat him, a frantic gloat of their societal power over him, but Wren barely heard it; she was becoming progressively more distracted by Willy’s slight and slowly growing smirk.
“I wish I’d thought of that.”
Then, with something close to darkness, he looked up at them through the chocolate that framed his eyelashes, and Wren thought for a moment that she might faint.
Noodle gave her signal, the ground started to rattle, and Wren’s heart beat faster and faster.
No going back now.
She took a last look at Felix, feeling strangely sorry for him despite herself. In another world, perhaps, he could have been given the space to regard his humble past without shame, could have used it to become a more compassionate person.
Then she reminded herself that, in this world, he had tried to kill two people and had possibly already killed many more, spent his life prioritizing appearance over literally anything else, lied to her countless times, and allowed his chocolate monopoly to uphold an elitist society.
And this world was the one she lived in.
And this world was the one in which the frozen fountain burst with chocolate, rocketing the three men who’d clung to it up and out until they were sailing through the sky.
“Don’t worry, gentlemen!” Willy was calling to them. “You’ll come down eventually, I think. Probably.”
He then turned to her and whispered, “they will.” Through all of this, he still refused to completely harm anyone. The bare minimum, perhaps, but more compassion than the Cartel would have faced opposite any other foe. She smiled and squeezed his hand in silent thanks.
With that, he threw a few ingredients into the chocolate fountain, causing it to sparkle as it never had before, and invited the crowd to enjoy.
As the wash crew came together in relief and celebration, Wren realized that the teasing phrase she’d spoken earlier had more meaning than she’d originally known.
She could indeed get used to this.
~
Not too much of a time later, that same group stood in that same town square on those same cathedral steps, but there was something different in the air.
The Cartel had indeed come safely down from the skies after a few hours on that fateful day, and had promptly been arrested by the newly appointed and much more just Chief Affable of Police. There was more color in the town, more music; everything had seemed a bit lighter, or maybe that was just how it felt to be genuinely living in love.
Because now, Wren Matterson was able to write back and forth with her family again. Now, she was in rehearsals for a role she adored. Now, she was coming into a state of self-empowerment unlike anything she’d ever known. Now, she spent time not perched restless on a fainting couch, but laughing with and learning from a better group of friends than she ever could have imagined, and had even worked together to reunite one of them with her own mom, which they were just about to do.
And right now, in this very moment, Willy Wonka, with tears of grateful closure in his eyes, carefully broke apart his mother’s last chocolate bar, handing a piece of it to each of these dear, dear friends. He then looked to Wren with an expression she was still bowled over by every time, and reached into his pocket.
With a soft but sparkling smile, he opened his hand to reveal an emerald-wrapped, heart-shaped almond milk chocolate.
So, no, Wren Matterson was no longer fine. She was so much better than fine.
She was free.
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