#get well soon Mann

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🏵️ independent together 🏵️

[Lucifer Morningstar x Reader]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

[Word Count - 5.5k]

[Tags: Fluff, bit of angst sprinkled in, bit of Adam x Reader sprinkled in too, songfic, two songs this time!!]

[Notes: This is the last part, I don't wanna milk it lol. I put two songs in this part, mostly because I really wanted to give Adam a song. Also, yes, this part is, like, triple the size of the others, sorry to those who don't like long one shots. I got way more love for these than I thought I would, so thank you to everyone, it was so much fun. I literally was getting at least a hundred notifications a day lol, thanks again for all the love]

[Additional note: take a shot every time you read "independent together". I love the song, but HOLY SHIT are the lyrics repetitive, it was so hard to write in a way that flowed easily]

“Hey, bitch, you alright in there?” 

You ignored the voice on the other side of the door. You didn’t dare crawl out of the safe space that was your blankets. The thought that he might be standing on the other side made your gut twist in fear, even if you knew that wasn’t the case. You didn’t dare risk it, even if you knew there was no way Adam and Lucifer would be standing side by side outside your room. 

Adam grumbled in annoyance at the lack of a response. Charlie had begged him to come check on you after you disappeared into your room days ago. You refused to open the door for anyone, not even Charlie, and the only person she thought could convince you to open up was Adam. He didn’t see the point in bothering, saying that they should just leave you be to mope, but Charlie insisted. So, here he was, against his will, checking on you. 

As the silence drawled on, Adam rolled his eyes, grabbing your door handle and giving it a twist. It was locked, but locked doors meant little in Hell, applying just a tad bit more strength to twist it open. The door gave in, opening to reveal your bedroom. 

You heard the door creaking open, shooting up out of your blankets. Glaring at your intruder, you're curled into the blankets, completely wrapped up in the only thing keeping you safe from Adam. Even though you knew he was completely harmless, you still didn’t feel comfortable being in the presence of anybody at all, not right now. Not after what you’d witnessed in Lucifer’s room. 

“So, the fuck is up?” Adam asked as he threw himself down onto your bed, the bed creaking loudly from the sudden addition. He laid on his side, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, his masked eyes looking over at you curiously. He couldn’t deny that he too wondered what had suddenly got into you. You were fine the night they drank together. “You’ve been holed up in here for days, the bitch is starting to get worried.” 

By “bitch”, you knew he meant Charlie. You knew she was worried; she had been coming up to check on you the last four days you had been isolated in your room. You would give her a short reply, saying you just weren’t feeling well, but you’d never open the door for her. Well, she’d certainly be able to come in now that Adam had broken the lock on your door. You’d have to ask Alastor to fix it, which you were not excited about. 

“I’m fine,” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, turning to lay on your side and hide your face from Adam’s view. “I told Charlie I just wasn’t feeling well. Tell her not to worry, I’ll get over it soon.” 

“Tell her yourself, bitch, get out of bed,” Adam said, laying on his back as he casually examined his nails, which had now turned into claws since his second death. You growled in annoyance, kicking him in the side, earning a pained cry from him. “What the fuck is your problem!? Being a little fuckin’ rude, aren’t ya? Even after I came up here to check on your ungrateful ass!” 

“Maybe don’t break into people’s rooms, Adam!” You shouted, sitting up and glaring down at him. Adam huffed, crossing his arms as he sat up. He practically eclipsed you in size, especially as his wings ruffled in annoyance. 

“What’s your deal? You were fine the other night, are you just pissy with me? Did I do something to piss you off?” He asked. You looked at him in surprise, eyes wide. 

You didn’t think about it until now, but that’s probably how it appeared to Adam and the others. You had spent another long night of drinking with Adam, only to suddenly close off the entire world, including Adam, with no explanation. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shook your head. “No, it wasn’t you, you didn’t do anything. It was...” 

You paused, unsure if it was the right idea to tell Adam of all people what had happened. When Adam leaned in curiously, a brow raised, you decided it was too late to back out of telling him now. “It was Lucifer. He was... I found him singing, about me, about us...” 

Adam looked down at you, confusion written across his face. “Singing about you? That’s fucking weird. He sounds totally into you, fucking gross.” 

You winced at his harsh words, though you didn’t disagree. Lucifer was missing you; he had sung all about how much he missed you, how much it hurt him to see you again. You found it somewhat pathetic that he was hurting, when he was the one who abandoned you. It was his fault he was missing you. 

Your anger revitalized, you clenched your fists as you huffed. “I know. It’s honestly pathetic; he’s the one who cheated! He shouldn’t be surprised I’m not going back to him.” 

“Woah, wait, what?” Adam grabbed your shoulders, looking down at you in pure shock. It took you a minute to process why he was so surprised, when it occurred to you that Adam didn’t know. It had completely slipped your mind that you hadn’t told anyone the actual connection you had with Lucifer. As far as everyone else knew, you two just used to be close friends. Nobody knew you were actually married. 

Your throat dried at the realization, tripping over words as you tried to come up with an explanation. Adam immediately saw through your lies, gripping your shoulders tighter, demanding the truth. You chuckled nervously, leaning away from him, although unable to escape his grip. 

“We, ah... Lucifer and I were actually married before everything happened. He cheated on me and left me for Lilith...” You spoke, hoping and praying to anyone that would listen that this didn’t get back to Charlie. You should have known Adam better though. He was going to make this a huge deal. 

“No fucking way,” Adam released you, placing a hand on his head as he came to terms with the bombshell information. “No fucking way. This is perfect.” 

You raised a brow in confusion, wanting to question him, but you had no time to voice your thoughts as you were ripped out of your bed. You yelped in surprise as Adam squeezed your wrists, bending over to have his face directly in front of yours. 

“Let’s make him super fucking jealous,” Adam grinned from ear to ear, his mask visibly glitching with excitement. He could finally get back at Lucifer, take his revenge for stealing both of his wives. “Come on, it’s fucking genius. Little man stole both our lives from each other! He stole my wives, and cheated on you with them! So, wouldn’t it just be so perfect that we just happen to get a little too close, fuck around, and make him super jealous? It’d be the perfect revenge, and hey, you’ll get to dick around a little too with the Dickmaster.” 

You cringed at the title he chose for himself, pulling back from him, but not strong enough to escape his grip. “I don’t know, Adam. I’m not into you like that. And I don’t want to catch Lucifer’s attention any more than I already have.” 

“Come on, babe, everyone’s into me like that,” Adam scoffed, pulling you to him by the waist. “Let’s just give it a try! He likes to sing about you, huh? I wonder how much he’d like it if I sung about you.” 

“W-Wait, Adam—” 

Before you could resist any harder, Adam whisked you away, throwing you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes as he flew back to the main hall, where everyone sat about in the lobby. You went limp against him, knowing there was little use in fighting the stubborn demon, a small chuckle escaping your lips. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a little fun with the situation, as messed up as it was. 

“Oh! Adam!” 

You heard Charlie’s voice as Adam came to a stop in the center of the lobby. He set you down on your feet, turning to Charlie with a smirk. “Got the bitch out, no need to thank me, I know I’m the best.” 

“Right...” Charlie gave him a forced smile. She turned her eyes onto you, about to ask you a question, when Adam spoke back up, ripping Charlie’s attention away and back onto him. 

“So, listen, CharChar,” Adam smirked as his particular use of the nickname caught a certain Devil’s attention. “I just came up with a sick ass way to thank you for letting me freeload off you while I’m down here. Seeing as how you guys all love a sappy fucking song, I decided, why not have the First Man put on a little show? I’ve got the voice, I’m the best at what I do, it’d be the fucking best.” 

Charlie’s eyes visibly lit up with excitement, Adam’s words surprising the other residents as well. The entire time Adam had been staying at the hotel, he refused to do anything for anyone, and especially refused to thank Charlie for allowing him to stay. Charlie had assumed his sudden change had occurred because of you, giggling excitedly at the thought. Finally, she was seeing some progress. Or so she thought. 

“That’d be great! When would you like to do it?” Charlie asked, beaming up at him. 

“Right fuckin’ now,” Adam smirked, grabbing her wrist. Charlie yelped in surprise as Adam dragged her toward the lobby steps, leading her toward the roof of the hotel. 

With that, Adam had set up a very impromptu concert. You had tried to tell him that it was too much for a little bit of messing with Lucifer, but Adam was dead set on doing it. You didn’t even understand what a concert had to do with making Lucifer jealous because, as far as you knew, you weren’t even joining Adam in his little surprise concert. Adam didn’t tell you anything, just that he was going to have a little fun with the song. 

Charlie had materialized a small stage on the roof of the hotel, the hotel’s bright lights lighting up the stage brilliantly. She was nearly bursting at the seams with excitement, so much so that Vaggie was having to calm her down somewhat. You looked at Charlie with a brow slightly raised, almost concerned for the woman, before your gaze drifted onto a person standing in the back. Lucifer. 

You knew he was only up here because Adam had led Charlie up here. Lucifer didn’t trust Adam a single bit, barely letting the demon out of his sight sometimes. In fact, the only times where Lucifer wasn’t watching Adam like a hawk was when Adam was with you. The thought made you frown, huffing as you walked up to the stage where Adam stood, tuning his angelic guitar. 

“Hey, Adam,” You called out, trying to get his attention without earning others’ unwanted attention. Adam looked down at you, before smirking and walking up to the edge of stage you leaned against. 

“Wassup, babe?” He asked, sitting down. You hummed, your finger pressing into the wood of the makeshift stage, pulling at one of the jagged chips. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea? It’s going a little far just to make Lucifer jealous...” You muttered. Adam scoffed, his eyes rolling heavily enough to be seen even through his digital mask. 

“Come on, this is our revenge! This is our way of getting back at that midget for fucking our relationships up. He’s a little cheater and a wife stealing asshole. Let’s just have fun with this!” Adam exclaimed, grinning widely, baring his fangs. 

Before you could reply, Adam stood up, pulling his guitar up to rest on his shoulder. His movements as he walked to the center of the stage caught the attention of the little audience, everyone’s eyes landing on him. You huffed, stepping back to stand next to Charlie as Adam spoke up. 

“You guys ready to have your fuckin’ panties blown off by my sick skills!?” Adam yelled, getting excited himself. Not only had it been a long time since he got to play any music, but it was all to fuck with Lucifer. This was the best kind of music. “Let’s do this shit!” 

Adam strummed the strings of his guitar, making an almost bursting sound, before easing into a slow tune. You looked up at him in surprise, not aware that he could make any music that wasn’t just loud noise and screaming. It sounded shockingly good, almost like he planned this, and you knew he hadn’t. 

“Nothing is holding you back now,” Adam began, his voice soft, and lacking any of the curses he usually threw around. He looked down at you, winking and blowing a kiss, causing your face to warm up as you chuckled nervously. “No one can push you around.” 

“What do you wanna do? You’re the master of you,” Adam stepped closer to the edge of the stage, his eyes trained completely on you. He reached his hand out to you, surprising you as you hesitantly took it. “And isn’t the thought enough to lift you off of the ground?” 

Adam yanked you up off the ground, pulling a squeal out of you as he threw you into the air. A pair of wings sprouted from your back, the lights of the hotel and the city shining all around as you floated high above everything. Looking down at Adam, he gave you a large grin and a thumbs up, making you giggle. 

“Nothing,” You sang along, a grin spreading across your face. “Is holding me back now. No one can push me around.” 

Landing next to Adam, you looked up to the taller demon with a beam, your lips tugged upward into a smile. “What do I wanna be? I’m the master of me, and isn’t the thought enough to lift me off of the ground?” 

Your wings flapped in sync with Adam’s as you both lifted off the stage, mimicking each other’s smiles. Adam took the lead, leaning into you as he sang. 

“We could be independent together, independent together, we can fly,” Adam leaned his back against yours, your wings pressed together, moving together as one. “Independent together, independent together,” 

You looked up to Adam with wide, awestruck eyes, your genuine smile a sight to see. Adam had been the only one to make you smile like that in a long, long time, and he knew it. It made something within him flutter to life, something he hadn’t felt in a just as long time. Genuine happiness. He truly enjoyed singing with you. 

“Independent together, you and I,” Adam shot you a smile, making you giggle as you pulled away from his back. 

Adam looked back to you in surprise, his eyes widening as two more pairs of wings sprouted from your back. A halo formed above your head, its form in the shape of a crown on your head. Its white coloration immediately drew attention as your hair fluffed out, much like that of a seraphim. Your bright blue eyes shone brightly, matching the new pairs of eyes that dotted your body and wings, your clawed hand reaching out to Adam. 

Adam looked up at you in shock, no doubt unaware of what status you had been as an angel. You giggled as he hesitantly took your hand, momentarily awestruck by your transformation. He quickly recovered though as he pulled you to him, holding your angelic form against his own demonic body. 

“High above an endless sea,” Adam’s face leaned in closer, his breath fanning your face. You smiled up at him, leaning into his hold, letting him guide you. “No one brought us here but me. Every step and every choice...” 

His body turned, squeezing your hand as he pulled you along. Backs pressed together; you fell downward back to the stage. “It’s my fault, it’s my thought, it’s my words, it’s my voice,” 

Landing on the stage with an explosion of light, you let out a giggle as you used your own angelic magic to summon a matching bass to play along with Adam. Adam’s face visibly lit up as you began singing and playing along, your voice taking on a more angelic sound. 

“Independent together, independent together, if we try,” 

You and Adam leaned in, your smiles lighting up the stage as you sang together, perfectly in sync. “Independent together, independent together, independent together, you and I,” 

You had completely forgotten the whole point of this impromptu concert at this point. You forgot that there was an audience, that the rest of the world surrounded you. In the bright lights of the city and hotel, you could only see Adam before you, his face progressively getting closer. 

“Independent together, independent together, we can fly,” Your six wings spread out, your eyes glowing with exhilaration. You didn’t notice just how few inches apart your face was from Adam’s, nor did you see just how that affected the Devil that caused this whole concert to begin with. 

“Independent together, independent together,” Your hand reached out to Adam, your palm pressing against his masked face as you looked into his eyes. He could have sworn you were looking straight through his mask and into his eyes with how you were holding eye contact, getting lost in each other’s eyes. “Independent together, you and I,” 

Your wings slowed to a stop as you and Adam landed. You leaned your forehead against his, surprised as he returned the gesture full heartedly, nearly leaning into you as the song slowed to a stop. 

“Independent together, you and I...” 

You looked up to Adam in both surprise and excitement. Adam held the same exact expression, as if surprised by how carried away they had gotten. Laughter bubbled from within you as the bass you held disappeared, jumping into Adam’s arms with a squeal. Adam chuckled as he held you up, spinning around, before setting you down. 

“That was fucking awesome, babe!” Adam exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exaggeration. You chuckled at his reaction, before remembering that you had an audience. You turned your attention to see their reactions, your eyes widening. 

Tears streamed down Lucifer’s face as he stood in the very front of the small crowd. He looked up to you with a desperate, almost pleading look. Charlie called out to him with a worried tone, snapping him out of his daze as he roughly rubbed his sleeve across his face, whipping around and storming off without a single word. 

“Dad, wait! What’s wrong!?” Charlie yelled, watching as he slammed the door behind him, disappearing into the hotel. A loud burst of laughter caught her attention as she turned around to see Adam completely doubled over, struggling to contain himself and breathe. 

“D-Did you see his fucking face? We broke him,” Adam stuttered through his laughter, wiping away a fake tear from his mask. He stood up straight, turning to see your reaction, his laughter coming to an abrupt halt as he saw the distraught look on your face. 

“Wait a minute,” Charlie held her hands up, shaking her head in disbelief as she approached the stage you and Adam stood atop. “You mean you did that on purpose? What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Come on,” Adam groaned in annoyance, jumping down onto the floor before Charlie. “We were just messing around. We wanted to get a little revenge for Luci ruining our relationships.” 

“What?” Charlie’s brows furrowed in confusion, turning her attention to you as you stepped down from the stage, your angelic form disappearing in a flash of gold. “What is he talking about? What relationship?” 

You stilled at Charlie’s words. It seemed your hesitation caught the others’ attention, Charlie leaning in closer as she glared down at you. You growled in annoyance, turning your irritation on Adam. “Come on! They weren’t supposed to know!” 

“Oh, shit, my bad,” Adam held up his hands defensively, stepping back from you. Your attention was shifted back to Charlie as she urged an explanation from you, making you sigh in frustration. 

“Ch-Charlie, there was a reason I never said anything. I didn’t want to get in between you and your family, even if Lucifer and Lilith are split up. I didn’t want you to be mad at Lucifer, I—” 

“What are you saying?” Charlie cut you off, confusion written across her face. She didn’t understand. She didn’t want to understand, but she was already beginning to get somewhat of an idea. She knew what Lucifer did to you, abandoning you in the garden and running away with Lilith. But she didn’t even imagine that there was a whole other layer to it. She didn’t want it to be. 

“Charlie... Your dad and I were married,” You spoke softly, as if scared your words might harm her, scar her. She loved her father deeply and held him up on a high pedestal. She would often talk about how her parents met, and how she loved their love story, even if they were split up. You couldn’t bear to ruin that image, even if you were mad at Lucifer. 

Charlie’s eyes widened as she froze up. It almost felt as though her heart came to a halt in her chest, stilling the blood in her body. “Wh-What?” 

“I kept it a secret because I didn’t want to ruin the image of Lucifer that you have. Please don’t be mad at him, I—” 

“How could I not be mad!?” Charlie exclaimed. You looked up at her in surprise, your eyes going wide. You didn’t think you’d ever heard Charlie yell in the time you had spent in Hell. You almost didn’t think she was capable of getting genuinely angry. 

“All my life, I thought mom and dad had a perfect relationship,” Charlie paced back and forth, pulling her hair by the roots, something that had become a habit in times of stress. “Even when mom left, dad still stayed loyal, he wore her ring, he didn’t try to move on. I-I can’t believe he would do that! He’s such a fucking asshole!” 

“Babe, calm down...” Vaggie tried to plant Charlie in place, placing her hands on Charlie’s chest to keep her from pacing. Charlie growled in annoyance, sidestepping Vaggie as she continued to walk her anger off. 

“And you! How could you stay quiet about this?” Charlie looked down at you with a pleading look. “I deserved to know what kind of a man my dad is. I should have known what he did to you, what he...” 

Charlie trailed off, hiding her face in her hands. Her body shook slightly, the telling sign of the turmoil that lay just beneath the surface. Your heart broke at the sight of Charlie struggling to keep herself together, stepping toward her as you gently grabbed her wrists. 

Pulling her hands away to reveal her sorrowful face that had been soaked in tears, you gave her a soft smile, your thumbs caressing the palms of her hands to try and calm her. Charlie had been the only person aside from Adam to be friendly to you, the only demon down here that truly cared for you. You couldn’t stand to see her breaking down, not over something that was between you and Lucifer. 

“Charlie, despite what Lucifer did to me, he’s still a good person. He’s spent the last ten thousand years trying to make up for what he’s done, to make up for his past mistakes. I don’t want you to be mad at him, not when he’s putting so much effort into making a change,” You dropped Charlie’s hands to move to her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, isn’t the whole point of the hotel to atone and become a better person?” 

Charlie’s eyes seemed to widen at that, as if remembering her whole mission with the hotel. A soft chuckle bubbled within her, lifting her hand to wipe away the stray tears that remained. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

Charlie pulled you into a hug, momentarily surprising you before you returned it in full, holding her tightly. You felt her sigh shakily against you, releasing the remainders of her stress, before pulling away with a renewed smile. 

“You know, if you keep making progress like this, you’ll be redeemed in no time,” She said, making you chuckle. But your laughter died down as you turned your attention back to the door that Lucifer had stormed through not too long ago. 

“Maybe you should go check on him,” You said, gesturing toward the door. Charlie’s eyes followed your own, a soft hum on her lips as she mulled over it. She couldn’t help but still be slightly upset over the reveal of her father’s infidelity, having to remind herself that the whole point of her mission was to forgive those who did wrong. 

She looked down at you with a smile, holding her hand out for you to take. “Could you come with me?” 

You looked up to her, bright blue eyes going wide. You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to talk yet, still afraid that you might give in to your emotions and give him another chance. You were still afraid that he would take advantage of your weak emotional state and hurt you again. 

But the look Charlie gave you promised that she wouldn’t allow her father to hurt you, never again. So, despite your better judgement, you trusted her, placing your hand, and your emotional security, in her own. 

Leading you back into the hotel, you and Charlie went out to search for Lucifer. Finding his bedroom to be empty, the two of you made your way down into the lobby, surprised to find him just about to leave. Charlie called out to him, surprising him as he whipped around, a forced smile on his face. 

“Ah, Charlie! I was just about to head out, I—” 

Lucifer cut himself off upon seeing you beside Charlie. The forced smile immediately dipped into a frown, but he stayed in place as you and Charlie approached. He wanted more than anything to disappear from the world and never been seen again, especially as he felt your cold blue eyes meet his own. 

“Dad, there’s something we should talk about,” Charlie began, before taking a deep breath and looking at you. “Something you should talk about.” 

You looked up to her nervously, your heart thundering in your chest, especially as Charlie released your hand and stepped back, leaving you to stand alone before Lucifer. Your gaze landed on his eyes, bright red irises that you had always found alluring. You opened your mouth to say something, Lucifer doing the same, but nothing came out, no words were spoken. You could only look away, casting your stare onto the floor. 

Charlie seemed to notice the thick, tense air between you two, sighing deeply. A small smile pulled at her lips as her soft voice filled the lobby, catching the attention of you both. “Why don’t you talk to each other?” 

Charlie stepped toward you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and back, pushing you toward Lucifer. Both yours and Lucifer’s eyes widened at the sudden close proximity as Charlie continued. “Why don’t you talk to each other? Just give it a try,” 

Charlie grabbed her father’s hand, Lucifer’s eyes stuck glued to yours, giving you an almost fearful look. He jumped in his skin as he felt Charlie place his hand in yours, the touch of your corrupted angelic skin the exact same as he always remembered. “Why don’t you talk about what happened? I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why,” 

“You might not believe it,” Charlie gave you a reassuring smile as she stepped back, leaving you in the presence of Lucifer. You glanced at the hand where you were connected with him, unable to help the heat that rushed to your cheeks, or the tears that began to well in your eyes. “You might not believe it, but you got a lot in common, you really do,” 

“You both love me, and I love both of you...” 

Lucifer sighed, his hand squeezing yours gently, taking in the way your soft palm felt under his thumb. He looked away, taking in a shaky breath as he forced his voice to work for him. “Look, if I were you, I’d hate me too.” 

“I don’t hate you...” You muttered, keeping your gaze on the floor as you held back your tears. Your throat squeezed tightly, trying to keep everything tightly wound up inside you, trying to hold yourself together. 

“Why not?” Lucifer looked up to you with wide eyes, as if begging you to hate him. Because it’d be easier for him to come to terms with you hating him, than for him to accept that you’ve moved on and don’t care anymore. “Y-You should hate me, you should want me dead,” 

You looked up to him in surprise, a stray tear escaping your eyes as you chuckled, your cheeks crinkling slightly. “I guess this place is just rubbing off on me. I got so tired of being mad, I just couldn’t bring myself to fight you anymore. I would rather just forgive you and move on.” 

“B-But—” Lucifer cut himself off, tears brimming in his eyes. He deserved to be hated, he was the most hated being in existence. It simply wasn’t fair, he hated that you forgave him before he forgave himself. He couldn’t forgive himself. He would never be able to. 

His eyes widened as he felt your hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that he hadn’t realized escaped. He looked up to you in shock, trying to understand what was going through your head, why you were doing the things you did, the things that made him miss you even more. 

“If you wanted to, we could move on together. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you again, but I trust Charlie, and I know she won’t let me get hurt here,” You chuckled softly, looking over at Charlie with a smile, before turning your attention back to Lucifer as you stepped closer to him. “You’ve raised a wonderful person, Lucifer. She’s the entire reason why I can forgive you. She’s the reason why I want to move on with you.” 

Lucifer stared up into your angelic eyes, his body shaking as tears streamed down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, crashing into your arms as he held you like his life depended on it. “More than anything,” 

He looked up to you, his eyes glimmering in the lights of the hotel, his lips pulling into a soft smile. “I’d love it more than anything.” 

You giggled, grabbing hold of his hands, pulling him to a slow dance. Lucifer was practically beaming at you now, his tears streaming freely down his face as he chuckled, following along. 

Charlie couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, watching the scene before her unfold as she continued to sing, wiping away the tears that had fallen from her eyes as well. “I know you both need it, I know you both need it,” 

“Someone who knows what you’re going through,” 

Your laughter filled the room as Lucifer spun you around, the sound making his heart flutter. A chuckle escaped his lips, before he too was laughing, getting lost in the sounds of your joy. A sound he’d missed for far longer than he realized. 

“You might not believe it, you might not believe it, but you got a lot in common, you really do,” 

Your feet slowed to a stop as you looked down into Lucifer’s eyes, your hands moving to cup his cheeks. You leaned in, resting your forehead against his own, strands of your hair tickling his face. You felt him wrap his arms around your neck, his breath fanning your face as he sighed. 

“You both love me, and I love both of you...” 

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” Lucifer said, looking into your bright blue eyes. You smiled, moving to pull him into a hug. 

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” You muttered against his shoulder, basking in his presence. Perhaps this was the happy ending you had waited so long to get. It wasn’t perfect, but nothing was. Not even angels were perfect, as you had found out. But now, you wouldn’t have things any other way. Because now, you were finally happy. You could start anew, with the new friends you’ve made, with Lucifer. You were finally ready to let him back in. 

“You both love me, and I love both of you...”

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[redamoureux]

HiHi! Super excited to see that your requests are open, I love your writing. Could I request headcanons for Medic, Sniper and Scout with an S/O who's a bounty hunter/gunslinger? (Maybe the s/o seems a little distant since their scared of forming attachments?) Totally understand if you don't write this! Thanks in advance if you do.

General Red/Blu Medic, Sniper, Scout headcanons

↳ content warning: slight angst, mentions of past betrayal/relationships, ooc(?)

• genre: romantic

Medic

Medic thinks that you're.. terrifyingly amazing.

One of the things he likes about you is how well you used your weapon during battlefield and having decent combat skills. Though he's amazed, he can't help but feel a little threatened by your past occupation. That you used to worked as a bounty hunter.

Well to be precise, he isn't exactly sure if you still took up to that job during your free time but it scares him abit nonetheless. Because back when he hadn't work for Mann Co yet, he used do some malpractice schemes (he still does) which later on sets several bounties on his head.

At some point, he even suspects that you'd kill him because someone contacts you to do so or something. But he'll get over his small paranoia shortly after some reassurance from you. Plus you always looked out for him too in the battlefield! It's honestly a nice small change for him.

So, he's pretty alright with a darling who's a bounty hunter, just please don't joke/pretend that you're going kill him in someone's favor. He's probably going to feel betrayed and panic.

Sniper

Finally a worthy opponent!

In all seriousness, he finds the fact that you used to work as a bounty hunter quite intriguing. He also likes the way you swing your gun and your aim is pretty good.

And for once, he's actually the one who approachs you. At first the talk may ended shortly due to your hesitancy which made sniper feel awkward and bit stupid for asking. Though if you did talk more to him he's even more delighted to hear more of your stories.

After Sniper hears a few of your past experiences he totally understands your doubts, it's not easy working in this kind of job where betrayals and literal backstabbing is a certain thing and always lurking.

Sniper also enjoys when you engage him in some sort of competetion involving his hunting skills. It's one of his favorite way of bonding

Maybe you can learn a trick or two from each other aswell.

Scout

Honestly Scout just thinks it's sort of annoying at first glance?

He thinks it's more a hobby of yours rather than an actual job so he might think you're showing off or something akin to that, especially with your cold persona towards the others.

He might even compete with you during battle even if you didn't even ask for it-

You might be annoyed that he's always there to steal your kill yet, weirdly you also found it amusing that he likes to be busy monologuing of how "awesome and better his skills are" before you shoot down an enemy just behind him. His yelp and the look on his face thinking you were about to aim at him made you laugh.

Soon enough you two would drink soda together and throw jokes at each other when passing.

Will get flirty during these times and sometimes even gets flustered when you flirt back your own way.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

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[bingusmode]

Roses are red, Sniper is Blue

Blue Sniper x Reader

AN: Your class name is Assist in this story

Blue Sniper could hear his teammates dying. Even worse, he could see the Red Team heading towards his current hiding spot.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Sniper hissed, quickly taking into account his weaponry.

Sniper rifle? Out of bullets

Machete? Currently sticking out of a red scouts body

Jars of piss? He has a surplus of them.

He ran through the options in his head, he could fight. Which depending on which red team member he was facing, meant that he wouldn’t be blessed with a quick death.

Or he could hide, seemingly a better. More risky option.

Sniper shoved his body behind a stack of Mann Co. barrels. Squeezing his body in-between the cheap metal and the wall.

Seconds later, the door was kicked in. Sniper could see it bounce off the wall before the Red Medic strolled in, syringe gun at the ready.

Sniper immediately started sweating, remembering how Blue Spy couldn’t respawn for a week because Red Medic kept his head in the fridge. Who does that?

Following the Medic was someone he saw plenty of, but didn’t know much about. Assist.

“Doc, you’re sure he’s here?”

“Of course I am! I saw the reflection from his rifle”

Assist step further into the room, spotting the dropped sniper rifle

“He might have already ran-“

“And leave his weapon?”

“If he was desperate enough, he has no backup. Blue team is gone expect for him,”

Assist only confirmed what sniper already knew.

He tried to keep his breathing even, doing his best not to he seen.

He had only seen Assist through his scope, and while she wasn’t bad to look through his weapon. Sniper realized she looked even better in person.

And while he prides himself of distancing his emotions from his work. A pretty girl is a pretty girl, and Sniper can appreciate that. He is only a man after all.

He counted the seconds off his head, hoping they would leave soon. Assist stepped closer, moving around boxes.

“Medic, I don’t really think he’s-“

She kicked over a barrel, just catching Snipers shades in the shadows.

“Here…”

“Did you find him?”

Assist just stared at him and Sniper stared back. She blinked, Sniper could see her weighing her options in her head before taking a breath.

“No,”

Sniper watched with confusion as she placed the barrel back where it was. Once again, hiding him completely.

“He’s not here Medic”

“The coward probably ran…and I needed new organs too”

Medic whined, holstering his weapon.

“There’s literally a dead Spy outside, you killed him”

“His organs aren’t fresh…and I already have his spleen,”

“Gross”

Sniper watched as the two walked off. Opting to stay completely silent until they were a safe distance away.

He drug himself up from his hiding spot, taking a deep breath of fresh air as he did so.

He was sweating, his heat beating too fast and his hands shaking. Somehow he knew it wasn’t from the close encounter with death he just had.

“…bugger”

Sniper considered himself a rather sane individual, but what he was doing was anything but the sort.

Sneaking into Red Base at night? Might as well be signing his death warrant.

He didn’t even know why, he was doing this, it just felt right. From a distance, Sniper quickly set up his scope, peering into the glass. From across the way he could see the Red Lounge, every team member either relaxing or nursing their wounds after todays fight.

There was only one member Sniper was concerned about. Assist was dozing off on the couch, Sniper all too familiar with how Red Team runs her ragged during battles.

And so he waits, he waits and waits until Assist drags herself up, stretching to get her blood flowing.

Tracking her through his scope, he watches her bid her team goodnight and exit the lounge. From there it wasn’t hard to follow her movements to her quarters. Through the slits in her blinds, Sniper could just make out her form. If he wanted to, he could have increased his scope and glanced at her changing into nightclothes. Using restraint, Sniper put down his scope and lay still, not daring to move until he saw the light in her room go out.

It was easy enough shimming up the drain pipe to her window, placing a Blue rose he had stolen from Pyros garden on the edge of it.

‘There, we’re even’ he thought while running back to his own base. This was settled, no more sneaking up to a pretty girls window. Whatever debt he owed to her was paid.

That’s what he kept telling himself anyway. During battles, Sniper had a habit of “checking in” on Assist. It was only natural to keep tabs on your enemy.

“Just to keep her in sight” he mutters to himself, following her figure around the war zone. Red didn’t have the lead this time, Blue team was back for blood. And blood they did have.

The ground was soaked in it, the hot sun doing little to help. Sniper adjusted his scopes on Assist, getting to view her closer.

He frowned, sucking his teeth when he saw she wasn’t doing well.

Assist had backed herself into a semi hidden corner, using the shelter to patch her wounds up.

Sniper took his gaze away from his scope, looking around the field for her teammates. It wasn’t often she was left alone, especially if she was insured.

He got his answer when he spotted his Pyro lighting a bonfire with the bodies of Red Team, all but missing one of course.

Quickly switching back to his scope, to his shock, Assist was gone.

“What the hell?”

Sniper reevaluated the field, trying to spot any glimpse of her. The fight wasn’t called off yet, so she was still alive.

“Come on Bird, where are you?” Sniper muttered, his focus on his own team gone.

He received his answer once the door to his sniper perch was broken into.

Assist dragged herself up through the door, covered in blood and god knows what else. How she made it up the latter was a miracle itself.

Groaning and spitting curses to herself, Assist seemed preoccupied in shutting and locking the door again, placing a crate over it for safety. Not realizing her real threat was in the perch with her.

Sniper just watched carefully, he knew she wasn’t the type to give up easy, but this was a whole new level.

It wasn’t until she started to move a second crate that he spoke up.

“That’s really not necessary”

Assist shrieked at the sudden voice, nearly losing her balance whipping around to face Sniper

“How long have you been here?”

“The whole match, how long have you been bleeding?”

“The whole match”

Assist went to grab her hunting knife but remembered she didn’t have it, she didn’t have anything. Sniper felt a twinge in his chest, he didn’t want her to see him as a threat. He could be nice, he could be gentlemanly.

“Calm down Bird, it’s just us up here”

“That’s what I’m worried about,”

She was a smart girl, not being quick to let her guard down.

Sniper slowly set his rifle down, and kicked it across the room. Skidding to a stop against the wall.

“There, and I don’t have my machete on me either, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

He put his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat. Of course he still was, who else was picking off her teammates during the fight.

It took a minute, but Assist relented. Dropping like a rag-doll to the floor, leaning back against the crates. Sniper joined in, sitting across from her.

“Feeling friendly today?”

“Just towards you Bird,”

Assist smiled, using whatever little energy she had left to do so.

“Aren’t you sweet,”

“Just returning the favor”

She laughed and Sniper wanted to hear that sound more, preferably off the battle field.

“I have a strange suspicion that you were the one to drop off that rose,”

Blood was soaking the wooden floorboards now, whatever medpack she had gotten only helped minimally.

“Had to pay off my debt somehow,” Sniper took off his hat, setting it down beside him

“Women like flowers don’t they?”

Assist nodded, her smile still lingering

“I do, but I prefer babies breath myself. Roses are my third favorite”

“Only third?”

She hummed in confirmation, Sniper saw her getting ashen by the minute. It wouldn’t be long now with her rate of blood loss.

Assist blinks over at Sniper, a question lingering in her eyes.

“Does that make us even? A flower for a life?”

“Not even close Bird, I think I still owe you”

Not that he minded owing her, especially if it meant seeing her more often.

“Mm, maybe we could make it even”

“I’m listening,”

Assist took a deep breath, a rattle forming in her ribs.

“Win the match for your team” she nudges her head towards his rifle

“A life for a life”

“I don’t think you wanna do that Bird”

“You would be doing me a favor sending me to respawn, better than letting me bleed out here…on this dirty ass floor.”

Sniper laughed, but it didn’t distract from the pit forming in his stomach. He had taken out her teammates no problem, but her? He wasn’t sure he could detach himself from that.

“Bird-“

“Just made it quick, and make sure my next flowers are even prettier”

“And how are you sure you’ll be getting flowers?”

“Just a hunch”

She winked at him, a playful smirk gracing her lips.

He hated how he was willing to go along with her plan, just because she asked.

Slowly, Sniper stood up and retrieved his rifle. The pit in his stomach getting bigger and bigger with each step he took towards her.

“You sure about this Bird?”

“Just make it quick, you can pay me back later,”

Assist tipped back her head and closed her eyes, completely relaxed.

“…I’ll get you the biggest bouquet at the store”

A shot rang out and Blues victory was declared. Victory was sweet, but not for Sniper. For the first time in years, he could feel his hands shaking holding his rifle.

Assist stepped out the respawn machine, stretching her aching muscles. Scout immediately threw an ice pack at her, Assist barely dodging it

“Well there’s princess, taking your sweet time huh?”

“Give me a break Scout, I held out longer than you did”

Engineer clapped her on the back, guiding her towards the mess hall

“Good work today, we’ll get them next time”

Assist thought wistfully back to her conversation with Sniper, she wouldn’t mind a next time. Maybe with less blood loss though.

“Yeah, next time,”

It took her awhile to get back to her room, after a long day. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Until she got a glimpse of something on her windowsill. Opening the window, she retrieved a Bouquet of babies breath tied with blue bow.

She smiled to herself, looking out to see if her admirer was still watching. Assist leaned over the windowsill and blew a kiss into the night air. Hoping he saw it wherever he was.

Snipers cheeks burned at the gesture, as he made his way back to his own base.

All he could think about was how he could leave even prettier flowers at her window.

#tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 #tf2 sniper #team fortress two #team fortress sniper #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #sniper team fortress 2

[stobinesque]

@steddie-week day 3: first kiss | 2.1k words | G or T

Steve and Robin were about halfway through a rewatch of Clue when the phone rang, and Steve was across the living room before it was halfway through its second ring. “What’s wrong?” He asked without preamble. His heart was already racing; too anxious to consider the possibility that it could be someone calling for his parents—or even that it might be a non-emergency call. It was past ten already, and most of The Party should have at least been pretending to sleep by then.

“Steve?” The voice on the other end of the line was a bit distant—drowned out by the staticky sound of rain hitting pavement.

“Eddie? Are you alright? Where are you? Did something happen?”

Eddies’ van was out of commission, so he’d been relying on rides from Steve and the rest of the Corroded Coffin crew to get him to and from places for the past few weeks. If he was out somewhere and in trouble, he was stranded there.

“Yeah—I-I mean, no. Nothing—nothing happened. Just—could you come get me?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“I’m out at The Hideout.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in ten—maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I said I’d be there in ten, Eddie.”

“Okay.” 

Steve hung up the receiver and turned to make for the foyer to find Robin standing behind him—jacket on, back slung over one shoulder, and a pair of his shoes in one hand. “Picking Eddie up?”

“Yeah.” Steve took the shoes from her hands gratefully, and started pulling them on.

“Can you drop me off on the way without slowing yourself down?”

“Yeah, I budgeted Robin home-delivery time just in case.”

“Well, hop to it then, dingus.”

~*~*~*~

When Steve pulled up in front of The Hideout after dropping off a surprisingly acquiescent Robin (Eddie needs you more than I do right now, dingus), it was to find Eddie sitting atop one of the wheel stops of The Hideout’s small lot, looking like a drowned rat. 

Eddie was up and yanking open the door to the beamer before Steve could so much as put it in park, and Steve pulled out of the lot as soon as Eddie had his seat belt buckled across him.

“You okay, mann?”

Eddie shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

“Sorry to interrupt movie night with the missus.”

Steve laughed. “She already forgives you. Provided that you were actually having a crisis and not just faking one as a ploy to get me alone with you.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie in turn, and he turned in his seat to shoot Steve a mischievous grin. “Now, does that sound like something I would do, sweetheart?”

“According to Robin? Yes.”

“Ah, I see who the brains of the operation is, then.”

“Was that in question?”

“Well—whether or not there was a brain behind you and Robin’s whole deal was a little up in the air.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Silence fell between the two of them, and twenty seconds in Eddie started rooting around in Steve’s glove compartment.

“Dude. What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for a tape in here that doesn’t suck, man!”

“What are you talking about? We have, like, half the same taste in music!”

“Yeah, but the only thing you keep in your car are mixtapes! And I’m sorry, Steve, but some of the things the kids have made you are—objectively speaking—extremely cursed.”

“You could put in the one Robin made.”

“It’s hilarious that you think there’s only one Robin mixtape in here. But also: I’m not in the mood for Cyndi Lauper.”

“Cyndi Lauper’s not in the mood for you,” Steve snarked under his breath—more because he knew that’s what Robin would say if she was in the car with them than for any other reason. Raising his voice so that Eddie knew it was meant to be heard, he added, “I think there might be one from Jon in there?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eugh. No thanks. My night’ been shit enough.” He kept rooting around for another minute or two, until— “Aha!” he emerged triumphant, an sparsely labeled tape held aloft in one hand. It looked like one that Steve had made for himself years ago—long before he’d gone knocking on the supernatural’s door. If he was guessing right, it was a mix of Queen, Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac. “How have I never found this one before?” Eddie asked.

“Because in spite of your loud protestations to the contrary, you usually just let whatever music is playing in the car happen to you.”

Eddie gave a considering hum as he stuffed his find into the tape deck. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The two of them fell silent again as “The Chain” poured from the speakers, and the rest of the ride passed without conversation, the only sounds between them besides the music was the steady beat of rain against the windshield, and Eddie’s fingers drumming along to the beat of the song.

~*~*~*~

Steve killed the engine as he pulled up in front of the Munsons’ trailer. 

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, pulling a strand of hair out to cover his mouth as he did so.

“Yeah—any time, dude.”

Eddie made to get out of the car, but froze in place as he leaned half-in, and half-out. “Could you—wanna come in?” There was a put-upon air of casualness to his tone in a way that made Steve suspect that he was being asked to stay the night. He wasn’t sure why Eddie felt so shy about the request, though—it wasn’t like this would be the first time.

“Oh. Yeah, man. Of course.” All he ever wanted was to be helpful. So Steve took his keys from the ignition, and trailed after Eddie as he led them both inside.

Eddie started peeling out of his soaked clothes before the front door had finished closing behind them, and made a beeline for his bedroom so he could pull on a pair of boxers and a bleach-stained t-shirt, before flopping down onto his bed. Steve followed after him, toeing his shoes off inside the door, and crawling into bed beside Eddie once he was finished changing.

"Wanna talk about it now?" he asked, as Eddie tucked himself up against his side.

Eddie shrugged. He took one of Steve's hands into both of his own and started idly playing with his fingers. "Bad date."

"Oh yeah? People aren't going mad over a metalhead who was only recently cleared of all murder charges?"

Eddie shoved at him. "Low blow, Harrington."

Steve stole his hand back to hold both of them up in surrender. "Sorry, man."

Eddie yanked Steve's hand back and held it covetously in both of his own, and Steve reached down with his own free one to tangle it into Eddie's wild mane of curls, which were still damp from the rain. "Whatever, dude. It wasn't that. He just…he was just kind of an asshole.” Eddie shrugged again, sounding a little resigned. “The regular kind."

Steve was silent, but ruffled his hand through Eddie's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. 

"I just…I don't know. I don't know why I even bother trying to go out on dates at this point.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's like…I don't know. Just feels like I'm chasing after something I'm never gonna find."

"I get that," Steve said, tone soft and understanding.

"Really? Figured you'd have people falling all over you."

Steve snorted. "I don't think I've gone on a date since I went to the championship game with Heidi back in March."

Eddie jerked a little in Steve’s grip. "Why not?" He sounded…genuinely very confused.

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I just…haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’d already felt like I was circling the drain back at that point.”

“...Huh.”

They both went quiet, Steve still running one hand through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie still tangled his fingers through those of Steve’s other hand. 

“So, how do you…?” Steve trailed off with a frown, unsure of how or whether he should finish his question.

“How do I…?”

“How do you, y’know, find guys? To go out with? Who you aren’t scared of knocking your lights out, that is.”

Eddie shifted in Steve’s arms to get a better look at him. “Wait, wait. Have you not been on a date with another guy yet, Harrington?”

“No…?”

“Then how did you—?”

“How did I, what?” Steve felt a little on edge; a little on the defensive. Like there was some unseen standard he wasn’t living up to.

“How’d you figure out you were into them, then?” Eddie sounded a little bewildered. A lot incredulous. “Figured you were the victim of a drunken make-out discovery or something.”

Steve laughed, because that did sound like him, but— “Nope. Never been kissed.” He tilted his head toward Eddie with a little smirk. “By a guy, that is.”

Eddie propped himself up on one arm and stared at Steve like he was a puzzle to be solved, and there was a glint in his eye that made the hair along the back of Steve’s neck stand on end. “D’you wanna be?”

Steve’s heart skipped a bit, and his hand stilled in Eddie’s hair. “Uh…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna be kissed? By a guy?”

Steve laughed, feeling awkward. “Are you offering?”

Eddie shrugged, just a touch too casual. “Sure, why not?”

“I don’t know. Wouldn't it be weird?”

“Doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t make it weird, man.”

Steve turned that over. It’s not like he and Eddie didn’t already spend most of the time they spent alone together tangled up in one another. There was a quasi-romantic edge to their friendship that Steve wasn’t really used to—well. Except for with Robin. But that was different, for obvious reasons. And, granted, the dynamic between him and Tommy had been…intense, but it still hadn’t felt like this. 

Regardless—kissing Eddie wouldn’t change anything about their friendship if they didn’t want it to. “I guess you’re right.”

Eddie half-turned in Steve’s arms. “Yeah?”

Steve repositioned himself so that they were facing each other, hitching one shoulder up in a nonchalant little shrug. “Sure, why not?” he parroted back.

Eddie smiled, and it made his whole face go soft and gentle in a way that had Steve’s stomach twisting up in knots. Oh, he’s beautiful.

Eddie reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear, and then let his hand drift along the line of Steve’s jaw until he was gently gripping his chin between two fingers. Steve’s lips parted in anticipation, and the two of them breathed into the silent space they’d created between them. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his arms breaking out in goosebumps.

It didn’t make any sense though. It wasn’t like it was his real first kiss. And he’d known he was attracted to men for ages, even if he’d never acted on it. It wasn’t even exactly news to him that he found Eddie attractive. But…none of their interactions had been this charged before.

Eddie closed the space between them, and pressed a gentle, but firm kiss to Steve’s lips, grinding the trajectory of Steve’s thoughts to a halt. It was a simple kiss. And it could have remained like that—soft, sweet, and almost chaste—except that Steve couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp in response, as his breath hitched in his throat. 

He should pull back. He knew he should pull back—but he’d always been greedy, and Eddie was making no move to put any distance between the two of them either. So Steve surged forward, capturing Eddie’s lips into a more passionate kiss, and savoring the small whine it elicited. Eddie gave as good as he got, winding an arm around Steve’s waist, and slotting a thigh between both of Steve’s legs with a force that startled a little “Mmpf!” from him. 

All in all, the kiss probably lasted little more than a few moments. But for all Steve knew, whole civilizations could have risen and fallen in that soft, gray space of time he and Eddie had their lips pressed together. 

He wasn’t sure who finally broke away, but once they did, both of their breaths came short and heavy.

“That was…really good?” Steve said, a high-pitched note of giddiness and wonder in his tone. 

Eddie smiled with cheshire-style grin, eyelids heavy and low. “Yeah? Wanna make it even better?”

Steve smiled right back. “I think I might.”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #steddie fic #once again just past the cut off in my timezone #also once again did not think I was gonna do anything for this day but then had an idea pop into my head at like...7pm #this one is mostly dialogue folks! #open ended as to whether or not this is capital r Romantic or just moves into a fun and genuinely platonic/qp fwb situation #as someone who falls in love/lust with friends super easily either works for me #i wanted to explore the quasi-romantic/sexual friendship that often exists within queer friendships #read writes

[thegreathuxton]

Came and Never Left pt. 2

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem! Reader

Inspired by "The Day That I Met You" by Matilda Mann.

Summary: "Hi there," he breathed, seemingly so out of breath at just the mere sight of you. "What took you so long?"

Warnings: I'VE READ THE BOOKS SO THERE MAY BE SPOILERS!!! There's only one bed trope oooooh. Reader has some serious low self-esteem (but there's a pretty boy on his way to fix that).

A/N: it's so nice to hear positive feedback. Hope y'all enjoy this next part!!! I have a lot of plans now. ❤️❤️❤️

(PART 1)

1.

You held the business card in your hands and chewed the inside of your cheek. You were standing on the front steps, looking at the building itself. It was quaint enough. At first glance, you second-guessed yourself. It certainly didn't look like an agency. In fact, you took a stroll further down the street, just to make sure it was the right address, but the concrete plaque by the door said enough. You swallowed and knocked softly on the door.

You were genuinely surprised at how fast it opened. And it wasn't Lockwood who greeted you. It was a young man with glasses and dark, curly hair. He had an apron and rubber gloves on. He seemed to sigh upon seeing you.

"If you're looking for Lockwood, he's not here right now. Thanks," he started to close the door, but you were fast to react. You jammed your shoe in the crack and gave the door a soft push, begging him to keep it open for a moment longer.

"Please, wait! I am looking for Lockwood, but," you said, looking at the boy dead in the eye, "I... I have nowhere else to go. He told me to call, but I thought it quicker just to walk here. I'm desperate."

The boy stared at you for quite some time, but his resolve cracked eventually. Without another word, he held the door open and let you in.

The foyer was miniscule and tight. The entire building smelled of burnt toast and dust. The walls were lined with knickknacks, and you could see the door leading to the garden just beside the stairs. The boy closed the door, muttering quietly to himself.

"Who's here?" A feminine voice called from up the stairs, startling you.

"I don't know! Have yet to figure that out yet!" The boy called back up. He then turned to you. "Business or leisure?"

"Pardon?"

"Business?" He held out one hand. "Or leisure?" He held out his other.

You blinked a few things, the cogs in your head failing to turn. It suddenly clicked. "Business!" You blurted.

The boy rolled his eyes then called, "It's for business!"

"Ah, okay! I'll put the kettle on as soon as I get downstairs," the feminine voice said. "I'll be down in a second. When's Lockwood supposed to be back?"

"Within the hour, hopefully," said the boy passively in response to the voice upstairs. He took off his glasses and cleaned them, then turned right, walking into the room aglow with a yellow hue. He said nothing, so you assumed to follow.

He brought you into a parlor room. There were two comfy couches facing each other across a small table. You sat on the one facing the doorway leading to the foyer.

"You must be George, right?" You said quietly and caught the boy's attention. He fixed his glasses, as if he was curious.

"I am," he said.

"So you also buy the Rotwell stuff?" You tried to smile up at him, but he remained as cold as ever. He slowly warmed as you kept talking. "I buy some of their stuff, too. It's all junk, if you ask me."

He slowly took a seat on the couch opposite of you. It seemed like he was trying not to smile too excitedly.

"Well, some of it can't be too bad. The only thing I truly regret buying is that worthless ghost alarm on a stick."

"You're telling me!" You laughed. "My mother bought that and had me take it out on a job. Not only did my supervisor nearly reprimand me for bringing a competitor's merchandise on a job, but the thing was absolutely lousy! The bell went off forty-five minutes after we had a run-in with the visitor. I saved the silver rod for spare parts, but threw the rest away."

"Smart move," George finally let himself smile in front of you. "So you're an agent, too?"

You nodded. "I am. I work with Bunchurch. Or, I worked with Bunchurch, I should rather say."

"Lockwood says he met a pretty girl who worked at Bunchurch just the other night," said a chipper voice, and you turned. There was a red-headed girl standing in the doorway. She was fixing the collar of her shirt when she saw you and paused. "Well..." Her cheeks turned a faint taint of pink. "You are quite pretty, aren't you..."

You blushed as well. "I wouldn't necessarily say that, but I appreciate the compliment...!" You tried to laugh it off. You weren't used to compliments.

"So you're the reason Lockwood has been moping about around the leisure phone these past couple of days?" George suddenly butted in again. He sat on the edge of his seat. "I thought you said this visit was for business?"

You whirled back around to face him, hands up in a surrender. "It is, I promise! He gave me his business card with the leisure phone number on it and told me to call!"

"For what reason, then?" Said the girl.

"I thought he..." You paused, suddenly feeling their overwhelming spike of anticipation. "Because I thought he offered me a job here?"

Silence swallowed the room.

Just as the kettle screamed from the kitchen, you three heard the front door swing right open. Nobody moved a muscle.

"I'm home!" You recognized the voice to belong to the boy you had met not some days ago. Anthony Lockwood. "I hear the kettle. Is someone visiting?"

"Yeah," said the girl, unmoving from her place in the doorway. "For business."

"Ah, just my luck. I leave for a few hours, and today is the day we have a walk in," You hear him tussling a few things about in the foyer, possibly tidying a few small things. You watched him breeze by and glance into the room, only briefly. "I'll be with you all in a moment! I have to check something!"

You heard a single stairstep creak, then pause. After a moment, the wood gave a sigh of relief. The weight had been released. Then started the slow and very deliberate click of dress shoes on the tile. The red-headed girl moved out of the doorway and to the side, clutching her hands together as Lockwood slowly came into view. He was walking backward, as if retracing his steps, when he came to the doorway. Even George moved to the side, so you and Lockwood immediately locked eyes as soon as he stepped into the light. A bright and, dare you say it, flustered smile crept upon his lips.

"Hi there," he breathed, seemingly so out of breath at just the mere sight of you. "What took you so long?"

2.

He sat down next to you and introduced you to the other two in the parlor by name. Once things had settled, and before proper questioning began, Lucy, the red-headed girl whom you just met, had gone to make cups of tea. Lockwood had turned to you and given you his full, undivided attention. His smile had distracted you so much, you hadn't noticed that he had taken one of your hands in both of his and pulled it to his lap. His eyes never broke from yours, all the while his thumb stroked tenderly over the soft skin on the back of your hand. You barely had to work in the conversation. He talked your ear off and kept you entirely occupied.

"I know it's only been a few days, but how have you been? To be completely frank, I was almost worried you had lost my card. I was wondering when you'd call. Do you have all your things packed? If not, I can come over and help. Anything you need me to do, I will absolutely do it, okay? Anything and everything to get you settled."

George was stirring on the couch across from the two of you, and Lucy slowly brought in a tray of tea and biscuits. Lockwood paid them no mind. It was only when George addressed the elephant in the room that Lockwood only briefly stopped speaking.

"You offered her a job?"

Lockwood paused, slightly turned his head, and smiled a smile that was hard to detest. "Of course, I did. Just look at her! The definition of perfect agent potential. We absolutely have to have her." He spoke so positively of you to them, as if you weren't right next to him.

"You realize we have no room for her here, right?"

"Yes, we do," Lockwood answered back rather fast. He seemed to be getting agitated by them interrupting his conversation with you.

"Oh yeah?" Said Lucy, getting equally as agitated. "Where?"

"In my room, of course."

Lockwood had not stopped to truly think about his words. For the first time since he'd seen you, he had shut his mouth tight, and a puckering red started to form on his cheeks.

"Well, I um... I'd have to move myself into the library. I could sleep on the cozy chairs in there!"

"We can't have you sleeping in there," George shook his head. "Firstly, we conduct most business and research in there. I wouldn't be able to step foot in there to do any research if you were asleep, and we can't be rolling up a futon every time we have a client. Secondly, your back is the same quality as a ninety-five year old man with crippling athritis. You'd gripe and whine every morning."

Lockwood immediately looked back to you, eyes wide. "Not true, by the way. My back is fine."

"Lockwood!" You both snapped to attention as George raised his voice, frustrated. Lucy placed a hand on his shoulder, sighing, and tried to calm him down. She took a biscuit off the tray and handed it to him. He ate it with little to no protest and then took some tea. He was still stewing, but silently this time.

"What if she roomed with me?" Lucy said quietly, trying to remain calm.

"Why would she do that?" Lockwood leaned back, crossing his legs and still holding your hand in his lap.

"Because I'm the girl in the house...? Maybe she would feel more comfortable."

"I wouldn't mind staying with a boy," you finally decided to voice your opinion. Lockwood looked at you, eyes sparkling. He then looked back at Lucy, a big, smug smile on his face.

"And there you have it. She'll room with me."

"If she's fine with that. I mean, she can't room with George. She just got here. It would be rude to traumatize her so quickly. She'd be in a direct line where he does yoga in the nude..." muttered Lucy. She was met with a retort from George, who had a mouth full of biscuits and sprayed all the crumbs over Lucy and the nice couch.

Lockwood was beaming. He was back to looking at you. He now held both of your hands in his.

"What do you say, Bunchurch?" Said Lockwood. The glimmer in his eyes made any offer hard to resist. "Want to be roommates?"

You swallowed. It didn't take much thought. You had nowhere else to go.

"Lookout, Bunchurch," muffled George, wiping crumbs from the couch cushions. "That man has no sense of personal space whatsoever."

George earned himself a smack on the back from Lucy. More crumbs flew from his mouth, and both he and her let out dissatisfied groans.

3.

Lockwood absolutely insisted that you spent the night at Portand Row, his agency, and in his room.

"Just to get a feel for things, you know!" He beamed. He even walked with you all the way back to your house and helped you pack a bag of clothes. You let him have another look around.

"Well," he sighed once you had come downstairs with your bag packed, "what's the plan for all this stuff? Can't keep all of it. Although, some of these couches are nice. I could have George vacuum some of the salt off the cushions, and they could replace the ones in the parlor. Although..." He tapped his chin, busy thinking. You just watched him, smiling. He eventually shook his head and sighed again.

"You can do what you want with this stuff," you said to him, taking a look at your mom's favorite painting on the mantle. The center was still punctured from where your Grade 3 rapier had hit it dead on. "I was going to donate it or sell it or something... except for a few things, of course."

Lockwood nodded. "That's reasonable. But, for now, let's get back to Portland Row. I'll help you figure stuff out tomorrow. How about it?"

You smiled and nodded. You walked back to Portland Row with him, giggling and laughing. You made it back about an hour before curfew. He opened the door for you and let you inside. You could hear voices in the kitchen and the clanking of pots and pans. Lockwood touched your arm and took your bag from you.

"I'll take this upstairs. Smells like George has got dinner ready. You go take a seat and I'll be right there, okay?" His smile was warm and inviting. You blushed and smiled back. His hand touching your arm slowly slid down and held your hand. His thumb, once again, made circles on your soft skin.

"Okay," you whispered.

He stared at you for a little while longer, just quiet. What was this feeling? Your heart fluttered, but why?

He let go of you and climbed upstairs. You turned, trying to calm your hard-beating heart, and went to the kitchen where George and Lucy were waiting for you.

4.

George had made a delicious shepherd's pie and, afterward, brought out a lemon drizzle cake he had bought from the corner store, Arif's.

"I'm in Arif's all the time! How could I have not seen you?" You scoffed and take another bite of cake.

"I'm asking myself the same question," said Lockwood, grinning at you and prodding his cake with his fork. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw George give Lucy a very specific look that made you blush and turn away.

While you ate, you got yourself acquainted with what they called "The Thinking Cloth." It was a white table cloth, cluttered with pencil and crude pen drawings. Some things were quite intelligent. While other things were... not so intelligent. Rather rude, in fact.

"Don't think too much of the odd drawing here and there," Lucy said, reaching out and touching your forearm as you stared at the pen drawing of Lockwood and the text beside it. 'Lockwood is a dick.'

"The boys like to fight sometimes, and this is how they communicate with each other when they refuse to speak to one another," shrugged Lucy before going back to her cake.

"Sounds like fun," you chortle and take another bite of cake.

After dessert, Lockwood takes you on a tour around the house. He shows you all of the rooms, except for one. The one on the landing, just up the first flight of stairs. He ignored it entirely, and you chose not to ask, figuring he would tell you about it when he was ready.

Last, he brought you to his room. It was cozy and warm. It was almost child-like in a way as well, as if he never had the time to truly grow up, but his appearance suggested otherwise.

Model airplanes sit on the bookshelves, already crammed and overflowing with many books as it was. Many titles you recognized and enjoyed seeing. You shared the same taste.

"You can have my bed tonight," he said to you while you looked around. You turned to him, eyes wide.

"But it's your bed! I shouldn't," you argued.

"But I want you to," he smiled and took a step closer to you. "What gentleman would I be if I let a lady sleep on the floor?"

"George said your back is terrible."

"George says a lot of things about me. Most of which are NOT true, by the way. I wouldn't listen to him." He cleared his throat. "Especially the back thing. Ignore that, please."

You raised an eyebrow and he kept smiling, like it was nothing. You sighed, looking at the bed and biting your lip.

"What if we shared?"

"Pardon?" He suddenly sputtered.

"Well, your bed is big enough for two. We can share, can't we? We'll just shove a pillow between us and hope for the best," you shrugged and crossed your arms. "So... what about it?"

He blew out his cheeks and looked around. He was trying to hide the fact his face was turning red. You bit back a smile. After another few heartbeats, he cracked and finally nodded.

"It's just for one night, right? How bad can it be?"

5.

He let you change into your pajamas first, and then you traded places - one in the room and the other out - and he changed too. When you both saw each other for the first time, it was hard not to laugh.

Pajama sets. The both of you. Yours were grey and covered with little white sheep made of a thin, silky cloth. His were more plain. Silky, like yours, and white with a hint of salmon color.

"You're going to have so much fun here," Lockwood grinned at you. "I just know it."

He stayed up for some time, reading and winding down in his little reading nook, where the books were spilling off the shelves. You took the time to hang up the clothes you planned on wearing the next day so they wouldn't get wrinkled in your bag overnight. By the time you were finished getting everything tidy, he was placing a bookmark in his novel and slipping into his chosen side of the bed. Nervously, you joined him.

He had placed a pillow already vertically between you, separating your bodies as you climbed underneath the sheets. You laid on your backs, staring at the ceiling.

"So you quit your job at Bunchurch?" He asked you, still staring at the ceiling with his hands placed on his chest.

"I turned in my resignation yesterday morning. My bosses weren't pleased, but I'm sure my teammates were," you shrugged.

"How's that?"

"They didn't really like me," you whispered back, eyes not moving from the ceiling. You feared if you faced him, he could find the spot of blush on your cheeks.

"That's impossible," Lockwood scoffed. "I knew I liked you, the very day that we met."

"That has to be a lie," you laughed.

"But it's not!" You could feel his gaze on you and the warmth of his bright smile. "You're very likable. Really. I mean, you even got George to like you, and that is quite hard to do. Let me tell you."

You laughed, still not meeting the warmth of your gaze. You moved your left hand over your hard-beatibg heart, so afraid it might beat-beat-beat right out of your chest.

"Thank you," you suddenly whispered without much thought.

"For what?" Was his response. You doubted he was that oblivious.

"For doing this," you muttered. "For letting me join your agency. I really was unhappy at Bunchurch, and I know my mother went there and she claimed to have a wonderful experience, but... I guess the apple fell miles away from the tree this time."

You slowly lowered your hand onto the separation pillow, only to find his hand already there. You flinched away at first, muttering a quick, 'sorry!'

He acted fast, however. His fingers entangled with yours before your hand could get too far away.

"It's okay..."

You slowly relaxed into it. Your heart was beating even harder. Your face and ears felt hot. You wanted to squirm, not out of discomfort, but from your blatant bashfulness.

"Your hands are surprisingly soft," Lockwood chuckled, trying to nonchalantly cut the tension. "Are you sure you've even handled a rapier before?"

"I have, but I'm pretty rusty at it," you said back. "Think you could teach me a few things before I get back out on the field?"

What on earth were you saying?

"It would be my honor."

Oh...

The silence stood for much longer. It was just the two of you, hand in hand, staring at the ceiling, dim in only the light of Lockwood's bedside table.

"Goodnight, Bunchurch," he whispered so softly to you. His hand made no notion to move away from yours.

"Goodnight, Lockwood..." You whispered back.

With his free hand, Lockwood then reached over and cut the light. You fell asleep, still holding his hand.

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Sir

A story commissioned by @jerisch

It might not look like it, but Ethan is on his way to a job interview. Believe it or not, this is his lucky interview outfit. Every job he’s really wanted, he’s dressed like this. The rugby shirt subtly (or not-so subtly) reminds interviewers that he’s good on a team, but the package-hugging shorts appeal to the animal side of their brains to remind them that, whatever team he’s on, he’s still the alpha dog. Usually, when the salary is too low, he can just subtly intimidate the interviewer by flexing or leaning in close, and he gets what he wants.

And he really wants this job. Mann & Snyder is the most sought-after law firm in the state, and even being a paralegal there would be twice the salary that he was currently making. In fact, he heard that the partner he’d be working for, Mr. Sanderson, is so filthy rich, he has his own mansion and a staff of 12. Ethan was practically salivating just thinking about being at a company that would allow him to be that rich.

When he arrived, the interview was going according to plan for a while. But when he was asked if he had any questions, he started trying to adjust the job to his expectations. He leaned in close to the woman behind the desk, letting her smell his intoxicating pheromones. “Look, we both know I’m overqualified to simply be a peon here. I work best as a leader, so how ‘bout I take a senior paralegal position right off the bat?” He leaned back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head. His armpit hair poked out of the tight sleeves of the shirt, which were straining to cling to his flexed biceps. He knew all this. In fact, it was a very calculated power move. He could tell she was totally on his hook. He wondered if she’d try to sleep with him, like a couple of his interviewers had. He wouldn’t mind, she was pretty stacked. The woman blinked, then smiled. “You would actually be perfect for Mr. Sanderson’s personal team. Let me just fetch him.” She exited the room, her stiletto heels clicking on the wood floor of the office.

Holy shit! Ethan pumped his fist. He thought the best he could ask for was a pre-hire promotion, not an actual sit-down with the big boss himself and an immediate offer of a gig. This was going better than he could have anticipated! 

When Mr. Sanderson entered the office, he was heralded by a cloud of musky cologne that filled the room before he even entered. Pheremonal, Ethan could tell. He was wearing some himself, but this dude must have access to some really expensive, potent stuff. But Ethan could work with this. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to dominate this incredibly powerful, rich man, not if he wanted this job, but he could stand his ground and prove his worth. He puffed up his chest and struck a power pose.

But as soon as Mr. Sanderson stepped through the door, Ethan found himself avoiding eye contact, averting his gaze in a sign of subconscious deference. The man sat down heavily at the desk and as much as Ethan attempted to meet his eye, he just… couldn’t.

Mr. Sanderson didn’t even ask him any questions, just gave him a once-over and handed him a card. “Alright, my boy. You’re perfect to be a part of my personal team. Go over to the address on this card to pick up your uniform.”

This wasn’t an offer. It was a command. Against his better judgment, Ethan kept his mouth shut, took the card, thanked Mr. Sanderson, nodded tightly, and headed out the door. What the fuck was going on? A uniform? Everybody at the office seemed to be wearing normal business clothes, not anything particularly special that he couldn’t have picked out himself. Oh well, he shrugged to himself. Might as well get some new duds for the new job. Free is free.

He took the subway to the stop nearest the address on the card, and was deposited at the outskirts of the city. He had to walk through several miles of increasingly suburban roads before he reached the front gate of what turned out to be a palatial estate. He buzzed the gate and flashed the card in his hand at the camera watching his every move, and with a chunk, a small human-sized door in the side of the elaborate wrought iron fence swung open.

He walked through it, admiring the topiary animals, fountains, and - holy shit were those decorative peacocks?! - that dotted the grounds. If he was required to come here a lot for work, he could get used to this. There was a lot he’d do differently, but he’d definitely steal some of the design ideas for his own mansion someday.

When he approached the house, he was ushered into a side hall by a sharply dressed manservant. Holy shit, were these… servant’s quarters? In an American house? He’d never seen anything like this. The man brusquely gestured for him to enter one of the rooms - a furnished but empty bedroom with bare off-white walls. Next to the bed was a rolling rack loaded with hangers bearing freshly pressed clothes. A suit and a dinner jacket, it looked like. Weird. Was he going to be inducted into some sort of exclusive men’s club before his first day?

“I’ll leave you to it,” said the servant. “Please get completely changed, when you’re ready. I mean completely. We have provided every single stitch of clothing that you will need.” His gaze lingered on Ethan’s crotch before he shut the door.

Ethan shrugged. Even if that servant had, like, cameras or something watching him, he didn’t mind being nude. He had a great body. He shucked his clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear. He found a brand new pair of crisp, black briefs in a neatly stacked pile of accoutrements on the bed and put them on. As soon as the underwear was fully on and adjusted, Ethan froze in place. What the fuck? He couldn’t move!

After trying in vain for several minutes to do anything but blink, he heard the door behind him creak open and Mr. Sanderson stepped in.

“I’m glad you’re here, boy. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it. That cologne and the underwear only work on pure alphas. The type of subservience I require is extreme, and in order to be created, it needs a lot of raw material to convert.” He ran a finger down the ridges of Ethan’s abs, but Ethan couldn’t move or talk, only eliciting a small squeak from behind his clenched jaw.

Mr. Sanderson leaned in close to Ethan’s ear and whispered. “You were just some jock asshole before. You weren’t actually going to get anywhere in life. Things are going to be so much better now, just you see. First things first, you’re obviously aware that this underwear is... special, but you only know the half of it.”

He snapped his fingers and Ethan felt his limbs loosen. Thank fuck! He turned to run out the door, but Mr. Sanderson barked a command. “Don’t leave this room, Ethan.”

Sanderson’s deep voice resonated in Ethan’s chest and he felt his dick harden in his underwear. What the fuck was going on? 

“The underwear has taken full effect now, my boy. All your sexual humours have been rerouted to one singular place. The thing that you desire most in the world now is to make me happy, keep me safe, and keep me satisfied. It turns you on so fucking much to follow my orders, doesn’t it, boy?”

Ethan started to shake his head, but was suddenly wracked with fear that doing that might displease Mr. Sanderson. He elected to do nothing. But he found a hope blooming in his chest that Mr. Sanderson might need something else from him. Anything. His boner was already deflating with worry. 

Mr. Sanderson smiled. “Touch your toes, boy.”

Fuck! Yes! A command! And one that he could do, quite easily! Ethan bent over and touched his toes, his dick rising to full mast, squashed as it was between his hips and torso. Surges of pleasure flowed through him, but why? He wasn’t even gay! But making Mr. Sanderson happy just felt so… fucking… good. He wanted to do more. He wanted to feel like this, but even more.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?” he asked, his voice bouncing from the linoleum floor beneath him.

“Why yes there is, Ethan, thank you for asking,” said Mr. Sanderson in a treacly voice. And good work calling me Sir. I didn’t even have to tell you to.” Ethan felt aglow with pride. Sanderson spoke again. “Put on these pants.” 

He handed Ethan a pair from the rack beside him. Ethan gladly did so, zipping up carefully around his hard cock. An electric shock jolted him as he fastened the button.

“Very good, Ethan.” said Mr. Sanderson, and another surge of pleasure flowed through the jock’s body. “Now, every good man needs a sturdy foundation. These pants will give you that.”

The firm torso that Ethan worked so hard to wax so his muscles could stand out began to sprout a dense mat of brown hair, swirling across his chest and blooming up from his pants in a dark treasure trail. Several of the hairs began to fade in color, greying before his eyes. His clean-shaven face sprouted a lush beard, also speckled with grey. It burst forth with such force that the scraggly hairs nearly reached his chest. It was as if he hadn’t shaved for years. He blinked and slight crow’s feet nested around his eyes as the slightest bit of grey peppered his temples as well.

“Tell me how old you are, Ethan,” said Mr. Sanderson.

“25,” said Ethan, his cock straining against the tight pants.

“Think harder, Ethan. How old are you, really?”

Ethan had told Sanderson the truth, but he was all too happy to oblige. He racked his brain to recall his birth year. It was 199… something, right? No. 1985. That number bubbled up from somewhere deep within him. “I’m 37, Sir.”

“Ah yes, that’s right. Thank you, Ethan.”

Ethan smiled like a puppy dog, happy to have pleased Mr. Sanderson. The man gave him a new command and he felt his spine turn to jelly at the thought of being able to please him again, so soon after the last time. “Now put on this shirt. I’m sure it will be a perfect fit.”

Ethan slid his arms into the crisp white shirt, fastening it around his torso. Once he was fully buttoned and had fastened the cuffs as well, he felt light-headed. He noticed that his pecs were no longer straining against the shirt. Indeed, they seemed to be shrinking as he watched, giving him a still strong but much more narrow physique, his waist pinching as well, as his abs receded into a faint 4-pack. He began to despair at the thought of all the exercise he’d have to do to build that muscle back up, but he quietly hoped that Mr. Sanderson would command him to exercise again, because then it would be so much more satisfying than simply building his body. Fuck, he wanted to give that man everything he ever wanted. It felt so good.

“Put this on, too.” Mr. Sanderson said, handing Ethan a black jacket. “We want you to fit in with high society.” As he affixed the button on the front, Ethan suddenly stood up straighter and put his hands behind his back. For some time he had been afraid of saying the wrong thing and upsetting Mr. Sanderson, but now he realized he shouldn’t speak at all unless he was spoken to! Of course! What was he thinking, even considering talking directly to Sir? What a fool he had been.

“Now take this and get your hair looking nice. You will always be neat and tidy from now on.” Sir handed Ethan a tub of hair gel and he sat down at the vanity in the room, making sure every strand of his hair was neatly parted. He felt a slight tingle through his body as he did so, not realizing that his profuse chest hair was pulling back into its follicles, trimming itself to a tidy little thatch, just enough to give his torso flavor without seeming unkempt. His beard also receded almost entirely, leaving just a dash of salt and pepper stubble around his mouth. He desperately wanted to rub his dick, which was still hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum into his new underwear. But he figured he should wait and see if Sir wanted anything else before committing such impropriety. Besides, obeying one of his commands would give him so much more satisfaction than simply jerking off.

When he was getting back up to stand at attention in front of Sir, he noticed a thin layer of dust at the top of the mirror. As soon as Sir left, he vowed to give the room a proper dusting. Everything spic and span, even in his own quarters. Wait, what was that? He didn’t live here, he lived in an apartment by- His thoughts were interrupted by a brand new command.

“Now put on these shoes. You know what they say about walking a mile…” Sir placed two leather loafers on the floor in front of Ethan, and handed him a pair of black socks. He eagerly put everything on. Once he was fully kitted out, he began to feel a bit dizzy. He kept his posture ramrod straight, forcing himself to look good in front of Sir, but his eyes began to blur somewhat.

A torrent of memories came flowing through his head, rewinding back to the beginning of his life. Working at various legal firms, working out, playing rugby with his college team, flirting with teachers to get better grades in high school… As each image flashed through his brain, it receded into nothingness and he couldn’t recall what he had just seen. His mind scrolled all the way back to his very first memory (attending a baseball game with his dad) and for a brief, terrifying moment, he felt totally empty. Everything was dark and black.

Then, with a rush, his memories returned and he heaved a sigh of relief. Mon dieu, he thought he’d forgotten everything, but there it all was. Being born in a small town in France, moving to Paris as a teenager, getting work at a series of increasingly high-end restaurants before being discovered by Sir, who brought him back to America, taught him English, and paid him handsomely, so he could send money back to his parents in France. He owed Sir everything, and Sir took everything. He had no life of his own, no friends in this country. But he didn’t need friends. He had Sir, and doing his bidding provided him with the most immense satisfaction he could ever imagine.

“Yves? Yves.” Someone was saying his name. Merde, it was Sir! How could he have let his mind wander so far when Sir was waiting to give him a command? Yves snapped back to attention. 

“One final thing, Yves.” Yves gladly stood stock still while Sir affixed a bow tie around his neck. “This is more than just a bow tie, Yves. This is a symbol. A collar. You belong to me, now and forever, from here on out. Do I make myself clear?"

Yves nodded serenely. “Oui, Monsieur. Perfectly clear. Is there anything else I can do for you today, Sir?” His French accent still clung thickly to his vowels, though his English had gotten much better in the past decade since Sir had taken him under his wing. 

“Now that you mention it, Yves, I do have a big meeting tonight, and a lot is riding on me at work. I need you to help me relax before I go in.”

Yves gleefully nodded his understanding. He loved the afternoons before big meetings. When Sir was away, Yves could spend all his time working the entire mansion to a spotless shine without any guests to bother him. Tonight, if he had extra time, he wanted to polish the silver as well. When he was serving Sir his breakfast this morning, the fork he was using looked slightly tarnished, which mortified Yves to no end. But while that was exciting in and of itself, his favorite part of meeting nights was…

Yves sunk to his knees and unbuckles Sir’s belt, the older man’s long, heavy cock flopping out when he unzipped his trousers. Yves got to work, licking up and down the behemoth, making sure it was evenly coated and slick before he took the entire thing in his mouth, all the way to the root, and began working himself back and forth.

It didn’t take long for Sir to cum, filling Yves’ mouth with rockets of jizz that he eagerly swallowed down, his own cock erupting inside his suit pants when he swallowed the last drop. Sir redid his pants and stroked Yves’ hair. 

“Good work, Yves, as always. Not a drop spilled. A perfect blowjob with zero mess, now there’s a trick. There’s nobody else I’d rather have be my head butler. You should be very proud.”

As Sir exited, Yves beamed. He was. He was proud. The compliment from Sir made his dick plump up again in his shorts, even though he had just cum. As he ran to the wardrobe to get a new pair of underwear (he would hand wash the other pair as soon as he was done with the silver), he shivered with pleasure, thinking of the night ahead. But first, he knew Sir always enjoyed a post-coital glass of champagne, so he fetched it, eager for the potential compliment that might come when it was delivered. Or better yet, another command.

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Midnight Waltz

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: An impromptu dance lesson quickly turns heated

Tags: Dance lessons, sexual tension, multiple orgasms, fingering, praise, teasing, begging, scratching

Word Count: 4.3k

The Masterlist

“What do you mean, you don’t dance?”

You sat in Spy’s smoking room, watching as the man in question struggled to grasp the concept that you didn’t dance. It was as if the idea of someone who didn’t know a thing about dance was completely foreign to him. You found it odd, given that you had spent most of your life in the mercenary business, that he would take you as someone with that specific skill.

Spy rarely let anyone simply loiter in his smoking room. It was his private sanctuary away from the chaos of mercenary life, but the two of you were particularly close, and more importantly, you were quiet. You would simply relax in a corner with a magazine and a glass of wine, sometimes so silent that he forgot you were even there. Today however, it seemed you were both in the mood for some conversation, and the topic ultimately led to an upcoming gala hosted and sponsored by Mann Co. itself. Of course, all the mercenaries were expected to attend.

“It's more like I can’t dance, actually,” you clarified, watching Spy take a final drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in a nearby ashtray, exhaling the smoke with an exasperated huff. “I was never taught. Especially not the kind of dancing they do at these fancy parties.”

You recalled some time long before you took up mercenary work, back when you would go clubbing with friends. Even then, you weren’t a good dancer, but in the drunken neon haze of the nightclub scene, no one really cared. The people on the dance floor were like a single complex organism fueled by the painfully loud base that left you half deaf by the end of the night. Once you joined them you were simply another miniscule part of the whole made up of flailing limbs and whipping hair.

So yeah, needless to say you weren’t exactly cut out for social dancing among polite company.

You shrugged. “Is it really such a big deal? It's not like anyone will notice if I stay on the sidelines, chatting over some fancy finger food.”

“Au contraire, mademoiselle. You would be surprised how much conversation can occur over the course of a single waltz,” he said, gesturing as if he were a professor giving a lecture. “And that ‘fancy finger food’ is more commonly known as hors d'oeuvres.”

“So, fancy finger food for people who like long, contrived names.” You ignored the way Spy scoffed at your simplification of his precious French terminology. “You’re acting like this is an opportunity to impress employers. In case you haven’t noticed, we have a pretty steady job.” Sure, it consisted of murdering clones of yourselves on the daily, but that wasn’t important.

Spy seemed to consider your point. There really was no need to network when you were in such a strange, yet stable position. Plus, thanks to the respawn machine, employment wouldn’t be terminated anytime soon. After all, who in their right mind would get rid of mercenaries that could literally come back from the dead?

“Honestly, I think the only reason our boss is putting on this party to begin with is to show us off,” you continued. “He’s letting all his fellow billionaires know that they shouldn’t mess with him. Why else would people like us be invited to something like this anyway? Especially since Soldier is almost guaranteed to try to sneak fireworks into the event hall.” He had done it before, and you were sure as hell that he would do it again.

“What you're saying could very well be true, but even so, someone may still ask you to dance.” Spy hesitated a moment before continuing. “You are quite an attractive person, after all.” You glanced up at him with wide eyes and a slight smirk. If it weren’t for the balaclava, you may have noticed the slight pink flush that came over his cheeks when he realized what exactly he had just said. Spy quickly shook his head, changing the subject. “The point is, I simply can’t have one of my colleagues making a fool out of herself at such a prestigious event. It would ultimately reflect on all of us.”

You laughed, not even trying to hide the way you rolled your eyes. “Wow, alright. So what, are you offering to teach me?”

“I am, in fact.”

You looked up at Spy, scanning his expression for any sign of a joke- a slightly upturned corner of the mouth, a glint of mischief in his eye- but all you were met with was sincerity. “Seriously?” you asked, still a bit surprised by the offer.

Spy simply nodded, offering his hand with a soft smile. The whole gesture was so genuine, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn it down. Maybe just one or two dances. By then Spy would probably be sick of you tripping over your own feet and you could go on with your life.

You took his hand, resisting the urge to caress the smooth leather of his gloves. Already you could feel a bit of warmth in your cheeks. “So, where do we start?” you asked, trying your best to remain casual and not stare at the floor. If you started blushing like a schoolgirl just from holding his hand, you weren’t sure how you would get through the rest of this alive.

“A waltz is quite simple, a perfect starting point,” Spy declared. “Do you know the proper positioning?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Why the hell did you say that? You didn’t know shit about the waltz. Proper positioning? What did that even mean? Who decided that formal dances should be so complicated?

“Would you like to demonstrate, my dear?”

Spy’s voice snapped you out of your racing thoughts. “Oh, right. We’re doing this.” You thought back to cheesy romance films, particularly ones with dance scenes. Shakily, you placed a hand on Spy’s shoulder. You barely suppressed a gasp when his hand dropped to your waist in turn, pulling you closer.

“Perfect. It seems you know more than you thought,” Spy said, almost sounding proud. “Now, with one hand on my shoulder and the other…”

His words seemed muffled, fading into the background as you found yourself unable to focus. The two of you were so close. God, you were nearly flush against him. Is this how you were expected to dance with complete strangers? Or was this something specifically for this lesson?

“Are you still there, chérie?”

You shook your head. “Sorry, I’m listening!” That was a lie, but Spy was being uncharacteristically patient with you today, especially given that this was the second time you had completely zoned out on him. He even cracked a smile, noticing how flustered you were.

“There is no need to be nervous. As I said before, this is quite simple. Now, a waltz follows a count of three beats per measure…” And with that, Spy could already see your eyes starting to glaze over, so he abandoned that approach for a more active method. “For now, simply follow my lead, and I will correct your technique as we go along.

“Oh, okay,” you said. It seemed you were just jumping right in, thrown into the deep end of the metaphorical pool with no life jacket. Of course, your steps were clumsy at first, and you struggled to follow Spy’s lead.

“Step with confidence, my dear,” he said. “Don’t hesitate, or you will throw the whole dance off rhythm.”

You did as he said, trying your best not to overthink this. Slowly, you allowed yourself to be led into the dance, following along as Spy guided you and offered occasional corrections. After a while, you found that you were doing a decent job. It wasn’t amazing, but it was passable, and you felt quite proud of yourself.

Still, every so often you found yourself staring down at your feet, trying to examine the steps only for Spy to chastise you. “Don’t look down, dear. Eyes up. Stay focused.” He tilted your chin upward, giving you no choice but to meet his gaze. You could’ve sworn that you were being pulled closer, ever so slowly.

It felt like you were practically flush against Spy when you stumbled, falling against him with a gasp. Quickly, you tried to brush it off. “Damn, right when I thought I was finally getting the hang of this,” you said, laughing nervously. Spy, however, remained stone-faced. He didn’t look upset, but he seemed deep in thought, and it made you a bit nervous. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“I meant what I said earlier, chérie.”

You tilted your head to the side, noticing that his arm was still wrapped around your waist, practically supporting your weight as you leaned on him. “What do you mean?” you murmured, genuinely unable to remember anything prior to these moments of closeness, of what you could almost call intimacy.

“When I said you were attractive, I meant it. I would be a fool not to take the opportunity to be close to you.” His grip tightened subtlety. It sent a pleasant shiver up your spine. You weren’t sure what to say, so you simply cupped Spy’s cheek. He leaned into the touch, eyes drifting closed for a peaceful moment before he looked down at you again, meeting your eyes with an intensity that you hadn’t seen before. “May I kiss you?”

“What?” Your mind was numb, blank, devoid of anything but the need to be as close to this man as you possibly could. You could barely process the question. It felt too much like a dream to be real.

“I asked permission to kiss you, chérie,” Spy repeated. You quite liked this new petname he was using for you.

“I would like that,” you whispered, afraid that if you spoke too loud this whole perfect situation would somehow shatter, or reveal itself to be some kind of cruel facade. “Please.”

Spy hesitated a second longer, and that proved to be the motivation you needed to take some initiative, finally closing the distance between the two of you. He melted the moment your lips met his, pulling you tightly against him with a soft moan. Your hands gripped the lapels of his suit, pulling him forward as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue along his lips experimentally. Spy reciprocated, lips parting slowly as he allowed you free reign of his mouth. His hands squeezed your hips, making you squirm. You parted with a gasp when you felt him buck gently against you, feeling a telltale hardness against your thigh.

“I want you.” You felt breathless, your words coming between pants, barely able to piece together a full sentence. When you looked up at Spy, he met your gaze with a look that could only be described as ravenous. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

Oh, the way your voice took on a sweet little whine as you pleaded for him. Spy wondered if you knew you could ruin him like this. “Mon Dieu, I thought you would never ask.”

The next few moments were a blur. Inconsequential articles of clothing were shed, a tie here, a jacket there, just enough to lessen the amount of layers between the two of you for now. A trail of garments led across the room until the back of your thighs hit a nearby desk, which Spy quickly cornered you against. One of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side ever so gently to expose your neck to him.

You let out soft moans as he began to kiss the sensitive skin there, working his way up along your jaw and then down to your collar again. Kisses turned to sucking on the delicate skin, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys that you would need to hide tomorrow. It was when he began to graze his teeth along your pulse, teasing you with the possibility of a bite, that you started whimpering.

You were sitting on the desk by now, having hoisted yourself up onto it after your knees threatened to buckle under the tension. Your legs wrapped around Spy’s hips, yanking him forward suddenly. He nearly fell on top of you, finally pulling away from your neck to see you smirking up at him with a devious glint in your eye. It was so very tempting to wipe that smirk right off your face right now, to have his way with you until you were a sweaty, trembling mess.

However, Spy stopped himself. No, not like this. In all his fantasies of finally having you, touching you, feeling you, it was never so cheap or frantic, and it certainly wasn’t on the hard, unforgiving surface of his desk. You deserved better.

He pulled away, nearly undone by the pitiful noise you made when he did. His hand brushed against your cheek and you leaned into the soothing touch, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and desire. “Why did you stop?”

“I thought you might like to move somewhere more comfortable.” Spy motions towards his bedroom. It was an offshoot of his smoking room, something he had no doubt hassled Ms. Pauling for back when he was first hired. It was exactly the kind of thing he would do, but it was definitely worth it. His room offered more privacy than any of the other mercenaries’ quarters, save for perhaps Medic’s.

Your eyes were wide, clearly anxious to accept Spy’s offer, but you managed to reel yourself in. It was adorable really, how you tried to restrain yourself, not wanting to come off as overeager. “I would like that,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “As long as you’re alright with it.”

Spy smiled softly, finding it amusing that you were so shy, even now. “Of course, ma chérie.”

You were swept up that instant, giving a surprised yelp as Spy carried you off bridal style. Now it was your turn to melt, swooning as you rested your head on his shoulder, giggling softly to yourself. If Spy wasn’t holding you aloft, you would probably be kicking your legs in excitement.

Spy’s room was nearly as decadent as his smoking room. It made you wonder how much carpeting and curtains it had taken to disguise that the room was once a bare barracks like all the others. However you didn’t get much time to contemplate that as you were quickly sat upon the bed where Spy continued to kiss you passionately until you had to pull away for air.

You gasped, cursing under your breath, your voice shaky. For a moment Spy wondered if you were having second thoughts. “What’s wrong, darling?” He tilted your chin up gently so that you were looking at him.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I just need to get out of these clothes.”

Spy grinned, the concern melting away from his expression and replaced with an eagerness that you had never seen from him before. “I can certainly help with that.”

You stood up from the bed and Spy quickly joined you in removing any remaining fabric he could get his hands on. He lifted your shirt up over your chest and made quick work of your pants as well while you unclipped your bra. You had barely laid back on the bed before he began lavishing you with affection, trailing kisses from your lips to your neck and letting his breath tickle your ear. It all happened so quickly, you didn’t even have a moment to feel self conscious about being completely naked in front of Spy for the first time.

Reaching up, you tried to touch him, to stroke his cheek or pull him in close. He caught your hand in his, kissing the knuckles before placing it back down. A gentle squeeze of your wrist made it clear that, at least for now, he would be the one doing the touching. Spy took his time too, mapping out your body with his lips and hands, kissing and caressing every inch. He took note of where you were sensitive, where a touch would cause you to squirm, or whine, or moan. He would be certain to pay special attention to those areas later.

Your face was flushed, and you hid your face behind your hands after you made a particularly embarrassing noise as Spy squeezed your hips. He looked up at you, amused by the gesture and intrigued by how nervous you seemed to be, even now. For a brief moment he wondered if you had ever done this before. It didn’t matter, he decided, putting the thought out of his head. Whether this was your first time or your hundredth, he was going to make you feel absolutely divine.

“What would you like from me, ma chérie?” The question seemed overwhelming. You uncovered your face and began to stammer, unsure of what to say. Spy quickly threw out some offers, trying to put you at ease. “I could start with my fingers,” he said, brushing his hand against your inner thigh. “Or my tongue.”

You shivered. He was being genuine, but it still felt like teasing, especially since he was making you say what you needed out loud like this. Your face flushed, embarrassed by the words that were about to come out of your mouth. “Just play with my clit for now,” you blurted out, resisting the urge to once again cover your face with your hands. “Be gentle though, please.”

“Of course,” Spy said, his gaze softening as he pressed two fingers into you. You barely had a chance to react as he withdrew just as quickly, those fingers now slick with your arousal and allowing for frictionless pressure on your clit. You felt your head spin as Spy gently applied pressure, rubbing small circles around that sensitive bud. He watched you closely, easing up when you seemed to be getting overwhelmed. He upped the intensity slowly, and always with your permission. “You make such lovely expressions when I touch you like this.”

You were definitely blushing down to your neck now, biting your lip to stifle a whimper. Spy decided that he quite liked leaving you flustered, all red and desperate, but he wanted to see much more. If you were this alluring now, he needed to see what it looked like when you came for him. He doubled his efforts, pressing on your clit firmer, moving his fingers faster. It wasn’t long before you were falling apart, stumbling over your words, little tremors of pleasure causing you to shudder.

“Oh fuck, I- wait, Spy, I’m gonna-” Words failed you as you hit the point of no return. Your back arched, mouth agape in a silent scream as you came. Your muscles went taut before relaxing and causing you to go limp. Spy continued to touch you, guiding you into the aftershocks of pleasure, only stopping when you began to squirm and pull away from overstimulation.

“Fuck,” you panted, giving Spy an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I tried to warn you-”

“Mon Dieu,” Spy whispered, causing you to fall silent. “You are beautiful when you come, darling.” You didn’t think your face could get any redder, yet it did. Your skin felt so hot as Spy kissed you again. This time it was desperate, almost sloppy, but the sheer passion and eagerness made up for it. “I want to see it again,” Spy moaned between kisses. “Please, mon amour, let me make you feel good.”

That gentlemanly demeanor was beginning to slip. Spy was practically rutting against you. You could feel his erection against your thigh and it sent a wace of renewed arousal straight to your core. “Fuck me,” you whispered. When he didn’t react you reached down to grab his cock. He went still with a gasp, clearly not expecting you to be so bold. “Please, fuck me already!”

Spy laughed, a bit taken aback by your sudden attitude. Perhaps in a different scenario he would have taken the opportunity to teach you a lesson, delivering punishment in the form of edging or even some swift spanks. Now was not the time for that kind of fun, though. He needed you as much as you needed him, and he was going to make sure that you felt the same ecstasy he would.

He ran his cock along your slit, pulling away whenever you tried to grind against him, much to your chagrin. Spy could tell you were wet enough to take him, and he wasn’t about to torture you any longer. In one quick motion he thrust into you, hitting deep and making you gasp. You shuddered beneath him, fingers immediately digging into the sheets as you adjusted to the feeling of finally being filled.

Spy leaned down, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as your breathing evened out. “Does this feel good, darling?” he asked,

“Fucking move!” you groaned through clenched teeth, offering a quick “please” at the end.

“I will take that as a yes.”

Despite your eagerness, Spy took things slow, just out of habit. He was used to gradual seduction and the benefits of a steady build up in tension. Admittedly, it was quite difficult on his end as well. You felt so good, and he couldn’t stifle the soft groans that spilled from his lips as he felt you clench around him.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered, being met with only impatient whines in response. Spy gasped when you suddenly raked your nails down his back, perhaps in an attempt to spur him on. It seemed you could be quite a brat once your inhibitions were completely gone. It was amusing, and certainly worth exploring on some other day, once Spy was finished spoiling you, of course

Finally, he gave into your ceaseless demands of “more, faster, harder…” You wanted him to fuck you until you were tearing at the sheets with a white knuckled grip. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into you, assuring he hilted with every thrust.

“Such an eager little thing,” Spy crooned, running his hands up and down your body. He admired the way you shivered and arched into his touch whenever you could. You were so willing to let him explore every curve and edge on your body until he had committed it to memory. “Tu es si belle.”

You had no clue what he just said, but it was hot as hell. Spy smirked when he felt you tremble around him. He gently took you by the chin, tilting your head to maintain eye contact with him. You blinked a few times, trying to focus your gaze.

“Do you like it when I speak in my native tongue?” Spy asked, although the knowing look on his face seemed to imply he already knew the answer. You were dazed, nearly reaching your limit, yet you managed to give a shaky nod. If you were able to speak, you would have said that he could read the damn phone book in French for all you cared, and you would still probably find it hot. You just barely heard a soft laugh before Spy leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Tu es à moi. Tout à moi, my beautiful girl.”

The way he spoke seemed to send you into a frenzy. Desperate and fucked out of your mind, you were barely aware that you had started muttering a soft mantra of “please, please, please,” that eventually escalated into a shrill cry. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for.

Spy was nearing his limit, planting his hands firmly on the headboard for better leverage. Speaking without his voice breaking became a struggle. “Go on, ma chérie. Come for me, let it go,” he said, voice low but perfectly audible to you. You certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

It was like something within you snapped, a tight coiling finally finding release. You squirmed, nearly writhing as the pleasure overwhelmed you in waves. You heard a high pitched cry, and it took you a moment to realize that you were simply hearing your own moans. When the aftershocks began to ebb, you were still shaking.

Spy was much more reserved in his climax, his thrusts growing sloppy before going still. He whispered sweet nothings between moans, only some of which were in a language you could understand. His immediate instinct was to collapse, to roll aside and bask in the afterglow, but he reminded himself that you could probably use some attention.

Your face was red and tear streaked, which alarmed him initially. However your breathing was steady, and you gave him a reassuring smile to indicate that you felt no distress. You were simply overwhelmed in the moment. Spy leaned down to kiss you, nearly stealing what little breath you had. He held you against him as he rolled to the side, taking you into his arms and pulling you close, as if the very thought of being apart from you was unthinkable.

His hands brushed over your back, his fingers tracing mindless patterns across your skin as you settled into his embrace. Your limbs were tangled with his, both of you breathing slow as exhaustion began to set in. The late hour of the night along with the strenuous activity you had engaged in was finally catching up with you both, and you let your eyes flutter closed. Just as sleep was about to overtake you, you let out a soft chuckle.

“You know,” you said dreamily, already half asleep, “If all of your dance lessons end like this, I wouldn’t mind a few more.”

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #spy x reader #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #spy team fortress 2 #spy x you

[natspookie]

zombies

an, sorry it took so long but thanks for the req, anon! i haven’t seen the movie so sorry if it’s not what you imagined:) this is loosely related to ‘the last of us’

this is also kinda bad sorry

warning: gunshots, blood, swearing, and not proofread <3

the world changed when some animal passed on this zombie part to a human and so, zombie apocalypse. natasha first initially wanted to laugh at the idea when small cases were being brought up. she then realized, if aliens exist then how could zombies not.

you were a civilian who fell in love with natasha, and natasha falling in love with you. you had basic training but natasha was extra frantic with the zombie apocalypse nearing the center of new york.

“ow nat” she had punched you in the rib while sparring now. “dekta i’m sorry” she immediately snapped out of it and helped you up. “nat what’s going on?” she hadn’t filled you out on anything, afraid to worry you. but now was the time.

“there’s a zombie apocalypse” she said seriously as you stayed quiet. what was the proper response to that? “we need to leave soon, the cases are rapid now dekta… i’m just worried something will happen and i cant protect you” she confesses quietly

“nat, i’m with you, whatever it takes” you hold her hands in between yours.

“Nat! A new variant is here, majority of the city have turned, we need to go now.” steve barges into the training room and you all rush out to the quinjet after taking some things with you.

it was quite impossible for zombies to fly so natasha could breathe easily up in the air with you by her side.

the big problem was the quinjet’s battery was dying. it soon crashed somewhere along connecticut. everyone rushed out since there was no way to get the jet working.

that was 4 days ago, everyone was low on food in an abandoned warehouse and it was only you, nat, steve, and clint. thor was off in space and tony and bruce were in a secret lab for awhile now, trying to find a cure to this.

“nat, y/n, stay here. no one leave alright?” steve instructed as him and clint geared up to find food. the both of you nodded.

you and natasha had been playing tictac toe for a while when banging was heard. natasha had her gun in a tight grip with her widow bites activated. growls of the zombies were heard.

“dekta stay behind me.” she stood in front of you as you grabbed the gun and gripped it with a shake.

the door bust open and natasha blasted them in the front. there were around 15, or so you both thought.

natasha failed to check the back when the doors burst as well. you shot almost all of them to the best you could when one of them grabbed your leg and pulled you down.

you let out a mix of a shriek and scream and natasha immediately turned, grabbing the knife on her thigh and stabbing the zombie in the head, following with a gunshot.

you let out a sigh of relief but a shaky breath replaced it when you felt blood drip against your arm. teeth marks.

“dekta, are you-” natasha was angry at the world. she took your arm and sighed. “no- it’s okay- we can fix this” she muttered to herself as she tried to rub the blood off your arm.

tears were running down both of your faces. “Natasha!” Clint ran in shortly after and saw you both on the floor, your head on her shoulder.

“shit mann” clint looked around at all the zombies on the floor but immediately saw natasha’s tear stained look. you were infected, bound to turn within the hour.

“nat you need to do it” you sniffled, handing her your gun. “no- i won’t. i- i cant” she grabbed the gun and threw it, shaking her head.

“listen to me y/n, you will live and we’ll get married okay? this is all a horrible dream” she had your face in between her hands. "i love you natasha. never blame yourself." you stood up, feeling the sting throughout your body and grabbed the gun.

you and the two boys shared a knowing look. "y/n!" natasha ran to stop you but was stopped by clint, covering her eyes.

when the loud gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse, natasha sobbed to the floor.

only a day later, tony had tracked the quinjet, revealing the cure they had created.

a part of natasha died that day as well.

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow fic #natasha x y/n #zombie #zombie au #the avengers #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

[heyidkyay]

I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Seventeen

A/n: IT'S BEEN A WHILE! Hi, I'm very sorry for the wait! But even so, I hope this next part will have been worth it, there's a lot going on here and it jumps around a bit but it is longer! Enjoy? x

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: Lots happening!! Mentions of food, body issues, bouts of sadness and struggles with both physical and mental health (dw, there's still a healthy amount of fluff, im not that evil)

Masterlist

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“Excited, darling?”

Matty’s enlivened voice startled me from the messy thoughts which swarmed my mind, I glanced up and out of my daze to find him walking over. I hummed back in soft confusion.

“I mean, you’re finally getting out of this shit-hole and your face only continues to look like that of a slapped arse,” Matty snorted as he dropped down onto the bed beside me, though he did nudge my shoulder to soften the blow. 

Still, my eyes narrowed as I wrinkled my nose up at him in retort.

“This do you any better?” I goaded, getting into his space.

I watched his mouth pull up into a lopsided grin, it stayed there even as he rolled his eyes at me and proceeded to shove my face away from his.

“Tons." Matty blew out, "But come on, darling, what’s been going on, eh? Figured you’d be bouncing off the walls by now, been planning an escape ever since you first opened your eyes.”

I quirked a brow at him. “Erm I’d quite like to remind you, Healy, that I am currently incapable of bouncing from foot to foot at this very moment in time, let alone any walls. Also, I’m pretty sure that Dr Mann would rescind my release papers if I even made an attempt.”

With a shrug, I shot him a braggart smile. 

“Yeah, alright Einstein.” Matty drawled with another roll of his eyes. “That still doesn’t answer my question though, does it?” 

His gaze drifted downwards then to where I held my phone tightly in my good hand. Its shattered screen tended to draw the eye- but I figured I’d get it fixed soon enough, when I had a bit of money to spare instead of taking up the guys’ offer of just getting me a new one altogether. They were utter idiots if they thought for one second that I’d ever agree to an offer like that. Though, it had been rather sweet.

But in truth, I only had my phone on me because I’d been waiting on a text. Or a call. Or any sort of notification that would let me know that George hadn’t just gone and disappeared off of the face of the Earth- again. 

Though it seemed to be an ongoing thing with him, something of a hobby now that I’d actually thought about it...

See, after the events that had transpired during his last visit, it was safe to say that I hadn’t heard from him again since he’d left. Which, in itself, had been quite the dramatic exit.

What with Hann having gone off at him whilst the rest of us had been too fucking shell-shocked to try and sort things out between ourselves. George had taken his opportunity and ran with it, darted the second fate had given him the chance. Which had actually been in the arrival of the day-nurse with my breakfast, who’d been awfully surprised by the audience of people, as well as the very tense atmosphere we’d created. 

The lads, well mainly just Ross, had reassured me a few times since then that they’d let George know about my discharge from the hospital, but there hadn’t been any sort of response from him. Not anything of worth at least, unless you considered him blocking me on every social media platform.

Yeah, that’d hurt.

“Love.” Matty called out again with a huffed laugh, gently knocking me sideways.

I blinked out of my stupor and over towards him, “Sorry, what?”

With an exaggerated groan, Matty rolled his eyes at me and fell back onto the bed in a strop. “You know… when they listed off what the fuck was wrong with you, I don’t remember them ever bringing up amnesia.”

“Oh, piss off.” I scowled and tried to swat at him, but I couldn’t hide my slight smile, especially when I carefully lowered myself down to join him, the two of us just sprawled there, sidewards on the sheets. I kicked at his ankle childishly and his legs locked around mine in retaliation. 

“Almost wish I’d been given amnesia if it meant I’d be free of you.” I mumbled, hoping he’d take the bait. 

And he did. Matty gasped brightly and I could only laugh at the indignant expression that overwhelmed his face.

“You prick, take that back!” He practically shouted, slapping the back of his hand against my hip.

“Sorry, no can do, Healy. Lying’s a sin and all that gobshite.”

I received a derisive snort in return but when I glanced over at him, Matty was wearing a fond sort of grin. “Our little atheist, glad to have you back.”

I shook my head in mock exasperation, fighting off a wider smile, and then proceeded to shove at him when he tried to rope me into an awkward sort of hug due to our position. “Oh sod off, would you!”

“Nah, at least not until you say you love me!” He quipped back, burying his chin in my hair. 

“Matty!” I groaned, but ultimately resigned myself to the fact we’d probably be stuck here a while. “You’re actually such a stubborn prat.”

My head reeled back as best as it could into the mattress when Matty’s face suddenly popped into view above me. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Helplessly, I groaned again.

“Knob.”

—

Knock. Knock. 

I looked up from where I’d lazily been packing at the soft sound and smiled when I saw Lee stood in the doorway waiting for me. “Hey.” I greeted him with a soft grin and he returned the sentiment just as easily.

“You got everything?” Lee asked me whilst he made his way over, eyeing what little items remained on the bed. 

“This is the last of it.” I told him, tucking away a folded t-shirt. “Why, you gonna miss me or something?” I questioned with a sly smile, feeling very smug when he laughed and gave me a feeble nod.

“‘Course I will. Besides, you know you’re my favourite patient, what am I going to do without you and all your chaotic fuss?” He quipped and I had to chuckle, feigning a halfhearted glare even as I pointed towards him.

“You say that now, but you’ll be glad for the peace.”

Lee shook his head, wearing a smile that was only ever made for sorrowful goodbyes, and I had to tut at him before I started getting all misty eyed too. I stepped forwards and threw my one good arm round his neck to tug him in.  

“‘M gonna miss you.” I mumbled into his shoulder, silently cursing the tears that had started to prickle behind my eyes. He only hugged me tighter at the admission before we finally parted ways, and I watched as he tried to brave a real smile for me.

“I’m gonna miss you, too. Reckon everyone here will,” Lee sniffed, “You and your boys have made this ward into a VIP lounge of sorts.”

We both snorted at that, knowing it to be all too true. Everyone had been aiming to get a bed in our unit, what with the band coming and going, Matty and all his theatrics. Just thinking about it, it was a massive surprise to suddenly realise that there had been a real lack of paps.

Or maybe, I’d just been shielded from it… I made a mental note to ask one of the lads later on.

“I’ll come visit.” I assured Lee before my face fell into an anxious sort of frown, thinking it over. “Wait, that’s alright, ain’t it? Me stopping by?”

With a simple mirth filled laugh, Lee pulled me into another long hug, “I’m counting on it.”

I hid my smile in the collar of his scrubs.

—

“Oi.” Ross said to me, nudging my knee with his free hand from where he sat in the driver’s seat, it broke me from where I’d previously been watching the world outside pass by. “Was talkin’ to you.” He added.

My brows lifted and I blinked as I turned away from the window. 

“Sorry, just strange being outside again. Feels weird.” I told him honestly, fingers tapping away on the door handle. 

The giant snorted in turn and moved to shift gears. “Like when you get back off holiday weird? Or you’ve been frozen and just woken up, sort of weird?”

“Second. Futurama type shit.” I nodded decisively, eyes skittering over everything we drove by so that I could take it all in. The gossamer sky and its many clouds. The dozens of contradicting faces. Those with their frowns and them with their laughter. Even the postbox got its fair share of gawking. But then I had to shake my head and peer back over at him, “What were you saying anyway? Before.”

Ross blew a soft exhale out of his nose and I watched one side of his mouth quirk upwards slightly. “I asked if you were gonna be alright, camping out at Matty’s place and whatnot. Figured you might’ve finally had enough of the daft idiot.”

I laughed softly and shook my head at him in turn. “Nah, we’ll be alright. Besides, Doctor's said I needed to have someone close by whilst I’m still recovering, didn’t they? And Matty, he offered.” I shrugged, playing with a loose thread on my jeans. “Well, I say offered, he just sort of decided- but I was just grateful for it all the same. I mean, who else would’ve put me up for so long? Not like I could just head on up to my mum’s if I wanted, or have my boyfriend wait on me hand and foot.”

I snorted at the very thought, but it died the second I saw the hardened eyes Ross wore- even with them casted out towards the road. I knuckled his shoulder in hopes to ease his sudden solemn mood.

“Awh, what’s wrong, MacDonald? Sad you didn't get the chance to house me for a couple weeks, ey?”

Ross cracked a smile at that just as the car made a right, he glanced over at me. “Yeah actually. Could’ve had a right laugh me and you together. Plus, nursing you back to health would’ve given me the chance to get out of a couple of these upcoming meetings we’ve got going on.”

My mouth dropped open at the revelation and I flicked his upper arm in retaliation. “Oi, I’m not some helpless pawn you can use!”

With an amused roll of his eyes, Ross flashed me a toothy grin. “I know that- still, would’ve been a win, win though.”

I simply shook my head at his wind up attempt and left the topic to rest.

Trying not to move too much in my seat, despite my discomfort, I let my head loll back against the headrest. “What time did Matty say he’d be back anyway?”

Said prat had gone and dipped out of the ward a little over an hour before I’d been set for release, claiming he had ‘shit to sort out’.

Ross had originally offered to bum us both a lift but in the end Matty had decided on getting himself an Uber after having given the bassist strict instructions on where to collect the rest of my medication and how to get me home. ‘Safe and sound?’ Ross had assumed, but no. Matty had given him quite the detailed description- having already accounted for the journey and its flow of traffic when we'd first received the news- but he’d also had another rant prepared for what would occur if those points were not met.

It’d been a laugh. For me, at least. Ross not so much.

“Uh,” I watched as Ross’s eyes flickered to the dashboard of his swanky motor before he answered me, “Probably be back about the time we are, could already be there.”

His phone dinged then and we both shared a look when a couple more rapidly followed. 

“Guess you’re a psychic, MacDonald.” I told him, then chuckled to myself when Ross winced and moved to turn the radio up, mainly in hopes to drown out the many messages from Matty on his pinging phone.

By the time we pulled up to Matty’s, both Ross and I were rather thankful for the fact that the frontman had seemingly made it back before us, seeing as he’d gone and left the front gate wide open so that the car could graze up the driveway.

I peered as best as I could through the windscreen at the house as I unclipped my seatbelt and Ross turned off the engine. It looked far too still, which always through me off whenever I came over, but even more so than usual. The hospital had been severely overcrowded though, and so it was incredibly bizarre to be welcomed by something so polar-opposite.

“You good?”

Absentmindedly, I nodded at Ross's question and the man took it for what it was, hopping out so that he could grab my things for me. The car was eerily quiet for a brief moment before the boot opened and the sound of rustling and the birds that had nested in the nearby oak tree flooded in. I tried not to focus too hard on the faint buzz that’d started up, deafening my left ear, and instead moved to follow.

“He reckons he left the front door unlocked for us, so just head on in, yeah? I’ll grab this lot.” Ross told me, catching my attention once I’d finally managed to slam the car door shut behind me.

“You sure?” I questioned him, eyes squinted as they got used to the full force of the sun. Even with its sly chill this time of year, London always came with a harsh glare.

“‘Course, go on. I’ll just be a sec.”

I nodded to myself and paced the rest of the way up to the stoop. Luckily, Ross’d been right and the handle gave way with just a gentle push, allowing me to step inside.

“Matty?” I called out, peering my head around the hallway’s first corner to see if he was in the living-room or kitchen. “Matt?” I said again, this time a little louder.

“Yeah! 'M up here!” I heard him shout back, voice muffled and a way away. I frowned but found myself already making a beeline for the stairs.

“What the fuck are you even doing up there?” I asked out loud as I slowly edged my way to the top. “You better not be on the shitter, Matthew! I’ve been there, done that, and would very much not like to relive it.”

I grimaced at the vivid reminder my mind then gifted me. It was safe to say that it hadn’t been the most gracious of days for either one of us. 

See, the tour bus flu was indeed very much real and also a huge fucking menace. Six hours stuck in a moving metal bin fitted with one singular toilet in a bathroom no bigger than a coffin was actual hell when you were yoshing and another person had the shits.

Matty and I hadn’t been able to look one another in the eye for a good while after that. Only forgetting about it when Hann had gone and gotten himself shitfaced after a show and nearly sliced himself in half climbing up the bus’s steps. It had taken us a bit to finally find the humour in it though, still it was not something I’d like to experience again.

“Oh, shove off, you’re dying to catch another glimpse of this arse!” Matty replied and I had to roll my eyes whilst I took a second to catch my breath on the landing. Though it wasn’t too long before I was wandering down towards where I’d heard him shout.

“If I wanted so see something flat and pasty then I’d-”

The words I’d been about to speak were ripped from my lips the second I bypassed one of the many doors Matty’s house had to offer, completely taken aback.

I could hardly blink, let alone fathom it, as I tried to take the entire room in whilst Matty jumped up from where he’d been putting something together down on the floor so that he could flaunt his way over to me.

“Like it?” He questioned me with a sly grin, but I couldn’t find the right response to give him, especially with my jaw hanging by my feet.

It was an absolute contrast to everything the room usually offered. Gone were the beige covered concrete walls that decorated the rest of the house, replaced by a calming white that had been paired with a beautifully muted sage feature wall. The bedsheets had been revived by a lovely floral pattern but softened by a plethora of blankets and pretty pillows.

The expected wooden dresser and side tables had also disappeared and in their place now stood antiques coloured the same as the green wall, with brass handles and etchings. Then by the window there was a large collage of pictures, practically an album plastered there in a spiral which stretched from the window to the far corner. I couldn’t quite get myself to move towards it because I'd been stunned to actual tears.

When I finally looked back to Matty, he wore an anxious sort of smile, one of which was almost a smirk but tinged with a little insecurity.

“Matty, I-” I blew out a breath and glanced around again. “You did this? All this?”

He scratched the back of his neck, gaze skitting about the room with mine. “Yes, no? Dunno, not sure if those tears are a good sign or not, so if they’re bad, it was all Ross, yeah?”

With a soft snort, I gifted him a far too fond smile. “First of all, I’m not crying. And second, why would any of this upset me?”

“Oh yeah, ‘course, how stupid of me. Too cool to show emotion us, eh?” Matty feigned as he dipped his head a couple times and pursed his lips, playing along. “You actually like it then? ‘Cause I sort of came up with it on the spot the other day- picked it all out myself as well. Had Ross and Hann put the dresser and shit together though, then paid some guy to paint for me, 'cause fuck that.”

He shrugged it all off, acting as though the gesture was nothing. But I could tell he was proud, that of his work or my reaction I didn’t know, but it was probably both though knowing him. I had to grin. 

“Thank you.” I whispered with conviction before finally enveloping him in an overdue hug.

“Ah, take it you liked the surprise then?” I heard Ross say as he waltzed in behind us, dropping my stuff just outside the door.

I pulled away from Matty to watch him walk further inside.

“Even set up the steps! Knew you could do it, mate.” He continued, clapping his curly haired mate on the shoulder as he gestured over towards the right side of the bed.

My forehead pinched as I rounded the two to get a better look at what he meant. “What steps?”

Matty was back to looking a little sheepish again and he trailed on over to where a small set of wooden steps resided. He toed at the structure lightly, “Figured you still had a hard time with he hospital beds and this one, well it’s a lot higher. Reckon these will make it a lot easier, innit?”

Wow.

I couldn’t even get past my fish-mouthing before Ross was intervening again. “Go on then, have you tested them out yet?”

Matty’s eyes widened slightly before he laughed and shook his head. “No, man. Finished just up as she walked in.”

So that’s what he’d been doing.

“Well then, best make sure they’re stable enough for her majesty.” Ross cajoled, wearing the slightest hint of a smirk whilst he prodded at Matty’s shoulder. “Can’t be having any more injuries, can we?”

I rolled my eyes, but not even Ross being his usual twattish self could dim my mood.

Matty’s wary gaze darted over to me and I had to hold back a laugh, “Come on, do as the man says.”

I was met with a petulant scowl before Matty finally relented and shimmied his way over towards the steps in a huff. “Why am I always the one getting fucked?” He mumbled under his breath and I had to hide my smile in the cuff of Ross’s shirt when he moved to throw an arm over my shoulders.

“Ah, come on, Healy. Be a good sport, won't you.”

“Yeah, I mean I’d do it but imagine what Dr Mann would say if I’m already in A&E before the days out?”

Matty glared at the pair of us but didn’t comment, instead he put a courageous but cautious foot on the first step. Ross and I stood there with baited breath, waiting in anticipation whilst Matty drew in a shaky lungful of air before finally allowing the step to take the brunt of his weight.

His eyes had been glued shut but when nothing happened he slowly pried one open, the other soon followed when a prideful grin threatened to overwhelm his face. Ross and I cheered loudly in congratulations (and sheer shock), before Matty, in turn, did a silly little bow for us shortly followed by an odd dance.

“Alright, Louie Spence. Calm down before you really do hurt yourself.” I chuckled and took his outstretched hand in mine when he motioned for a bit of help back down.

“And you said I’d fuck it all up.” Matty beamed like the cat who got the cream back at Ross. “Pay up, dickhead.”

I glanced between the pair in rising amusement and observed the way Ross scoffed before he ultimately dug his hand into his back pocket.

“How much did you bet?” I couldn’t help but ask them.

“50 quid said I’d get the ump and give up. 100 if I paid someone else to do it for me. 200 if it broke.” Matty relayed, happily counting the extra notes he’d been handed. 

I laughed at Ross’s prominent scowl before the giant tackled his bandmate onto my freshly made bed.

“No, not the clean sheets!" I gasped, shooing the two. "Get your dirty shoes off my pillows, MacDonald! Oh for fucks sake.”

I should’ve known better than to try and stop them, because even with a broken body they still somehow managed to rope me into their antics.

“Guys!!”

—

Recovery felt much different outside of the ward I'd decided.

There was no proper routine here at Matty’s. And although I was forever grateful to him, for everything he’d done in the build up to my release and for letting me shack up with him for a few weeks, it was also very hard.

I was still in pain. More so, sometimes. There was no Lee here to rely on, and I couldn’t find it in me to burden Matty any further than I already had. Everything felt like a task to me. From sitting up to showering. Or even going to the loo and drinking a glass of water.

I mean don’t get me wrong, the first couple days had been heaven sent. The peace and the quiet. But then the peace had quickly grown tense and the quiet too loud. And I was left stuck here in my own head for hours at a time.

Being out of hospital meant life getting back to normal. It meant days passing without much fuss, friends stopping in but never for too long, meetings and calls and messages- all of which only ever concerned Matty, seeing as Delia had threatened to sack me if I even thought about doing any work whilst I was supposed to be resting. Which meant no emails, or designing.

But the band meetings Ross had previously mentioned a couple days prior appeared to drag on for hours, and Matty would be holed up in his office or the studio for most of the day. Not that I had much room to complain, he had a lively hood and actual shit to do. I couldn't keep interfering with that.

It was just hard. Hard being alone. Hard feeling so isolated. 

Hann was busy with Carly and work, and when he had the time to spare it was mostly spent with us just talking about the new album or how I’d been getting on. Which was nice enough, but I hated lying to him, to everyone really. 

Ross had been back and forth, he’d annoy me for a couple hours whilst Matty was busy and then he’d disappear for a couple days and I’d hear nothing. Maybe a vague text here or a tag on Twitter there, but that was it. 

And me, I was slowly abandoning what little sense of reality I still held onto. 

Things with George hadn’t gotten any easier.

In fact, I started to ignore everything and anything to do with him.

The guys they never mentioned him, not even in passing. But I knew when he’d been around. I could always tell. Ross wouldn’t look me in the eye. Matty told too many jokes. And Hann would give me this pitying expression that made me want to hit him.

I avoided all mentions of him and the band on social media as best I could and had started listening to podcasts through headphones whenever Matty’s music echoed through the house.

It was difficult. Everything felt difficult at the moment. Life did.

And so, almost subconsciously, I’d taken to hiding myself away for longer periods of time. The room Matty had made for me was a safe haven, it made me feel more at home than I would’ve in my own bed. But it was also isolating, being at Matty’s cut me off from the outside world. He had no real neighbours, no local parks or trails to wander, and the only scheduled visitor he had was the cleaner who came in every Wednesday.

My body and I were also on the outs. A little like George and I, I supposed.

It was an evident struggle having to relearn parts of myself. To acknowledge these new scars I had and the thing that came with them. It was still a shock to me each morning to wake up and be reminded of the damage to my ear. To my head. The throbbing migraines that followed, as well as the ringing and the utter silence too.

Most days, I just wanted to scream. Others I wanted to disappear altogether.

—

“Looks to be healing rather nicely. Though I’d be a bit wary about the wound on the back of your head, it seems to be taking a little longer than the rest.” The doctor told me and I simply nodded in return, wanting this whole charade to be over and actively avoiding the tiny mirror adhered to the wall opposite from where I was sat on the bed.

It was just another checkup, I told myself in hopes to calm the nerves. I’d had two in the time I’d been out, and this was just the third.

“What- it isn’t infected is it?”

That was Matty, he’d joined me as per usual.

In my peripheral, I saw the doctor shake her head in response to his question. “No, but I would suggest keeping an eye out for any abnormalities that might arise. Oozing liquids, light throbbing, heat and what not.”

Matty hummed and then proceeded to ask another rapid fire of questions whilst I just stood up and dipped back behind the curtain to change out of the gown they’d given me.

“How long until the cast can come off?” I overheard him say.

“Three weeks, hopefully. Though we’d probably recommend a splint after that. At least until she’s in physio.”

I kept on breathing. In and out. Out then in. Ignoring the muted whispers that followed.

I tugged on the large hoodie Ross had leant me, one that actually covered my cast, then stepped back out. “Are we all done?” I questioned and the woman turned to me with a polite smile, clipboard in hand.

“All good to go. Your prescription should be ready at the front desk, you only need to head to the pharmacy.”

I nodded and quietly thanked her, slipping out of the office and then the unit altogether as quick as my feet would let me. Unaware of the troubled gaze which followed behind me.

—ROSS’S POV—

With a quiet huff and a flick of his wrist, Ross waved off George’s silent question as he tried to pay attention to what Matty had been saying on the other side of the phone. 

The two of them had been holed up in the studio since the early hours of the morning- mostly because he’d been shafted with ‘G Duty’ (a glorified name for babysitting the walking self-destruct button they all called a mate basically)- because the knob hadn’t been sleeping as of late and so he'd decided to come in and work through some things. Not that it’d helped much. They'd gotten fuck all done.

“Say that again, mate. Didn’t quiet catch it.” He murmured into the phone, listening intently even whilst George decided to take a seat near him instead of heading back behind the deck.

“Just- I don’t know what to do, man! She’s been- I don’t know! It’s like she’s turned into a zombie or summat! Lifeless. Dead, almost.” Matty hissed through the speaker, and Ross could practically visualise his turmoil, the way he’d be scrubbing at his face or anxiously tapping his foot.

He sighed heavily to himself. It seemed they’d known one another for far too long.

“She won’t eat, and if she does then it’s only ever in her room. She comes down in the middle of the night and I hear her puttering about down here, she’ll make a tea or something then she’s gone before I can even see her, and I won’t hear a peep til the next evening- that's if I’m lucky.” Matty went on to say, describing to him what the last week or so had been like for the pair of them.

“I’ve tried everything, mate. She doesn’t want to come on a walk, or go to the shops. Even step into the garden, for fucks sake!” He was whispering harshly now and Ross could easily pick up on the stress which lined his tone. “Gimme a sec.” Matty told him after a tense pause had passed and so Ross listened to him faintly pad about his house before a door soon opened.

“You alright?” Ross asked him with a furrowed brow, only glancing up when George shifted slightly beside him. He ignored it for the time being.

“Yeah, yeah.” Matty assured him, albeit a little breathlessly. “Just had to step outside for a fag. Didn’t want her to hear me either.”

“She there?”

Ross could almost hear him shake his head. George shifted again too and so he shot him a dark look in hopes he'd fuck off.

“Nah, in her room." Matty replied, "But I don’t know. Rather not chance it, you know?”

Ross hummed in reply, then inhaled slowly. “How did the check up go yesterday?”

“Fine, I ‘spose. Doctor said her cast could come off soon, so that was a plus. But they're still a little iffy about everything else though, her ear especially…”

“Still can’t hear a thing?” Ross asked, picking at a long thread in the studio’s sofa.

“Nope. Ringing sometimes, she's said. But otherwise nothing. Sometimes I’ll be talking to her about random shit and I’ll see her turn her whole body just so her good ear’s facing me. I dunno if she even notices it.”

“I know, I’ve seen it too.” Ross mentioned gruffly, his chest growing uncomfortable at the thought of it. At the thought of having to see her go through even more heartache. “Did she say anything?”

“Barely spoke a word to me on the way home, mate. Picked up her favourite too.”

“Five Guys.” They both said simultaneously, and Ross’s mouth quirked upwards when he heard Matty’s airy chuckle titter out.

“Yeah, got her usual. But she mentioned having a shower when we first got in and so I left it for her to heat up and went to sort out some crap, but I came down later it was still on the side. And that was hours after we’d got back, man.”

Ross chewed on a loose thumbnail, lost in his own head.

“I just, I don’t know, what if she’s like depressed or something? I mean, I get it. More than fucking most. But her? Seeing her like that... Ross man, it’s killing me.”

“I know, mate. I know. You just gotta hold out, yeah? She’ll bounce back. She always does.” He attempted to reassure, but he was fucking fretting over it all too. How much could a single person suffer through before they just caved in?

“Ross.” Matty paused after he'd said it though and so Ross waited. He listened to his mate work through his tangent of worries, heard his shaky breaths, and just waited.

“What if she doesn’t?” And the tone Matty used was one he’d only ever heard once before, the morning that he’d decided he needed to get clean. 

Ross hadn’t even realised that his jaw was wrenched shut by the grit of his teeth before he went to reply. “Then we be there for her. Like she was for us. Like she’s always been.”

“Right.”

Ross didn’t say anything for a long while and it almost sounded as though the line had gone dead before a loud trembling exhale ripped him from the tension.

“Look, mate. I’ll head on over tonight, alright? Surprise her.” He decided, “Bring dinner or dessert. Fucking whatever. You can go out for a bit. Clear your head. I’ll try and see if I can get her to talk.”

Whilst he listened to Matty ramble away in return, asking if it was a good idea, if he was sure, Ross caught George’s eye from across the sofa before the drummer quickly startled away. Ross watched him closely after that, but still found himself mulling things over. Wondering how he could possibly fix this apocalyptic mess that'd been created. If anyone even could.

But then he decided in that next moment, he at least had to try. 

If not for his own sanity, then for her's.

Part eighteen>

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Kommandant | König x m!reader

anonymous asked: Saw that it was okay to send in a prompt request? If not then I apologize <3 can delete this ofc, but maybe a König angst/comfort fic? With these prompts:

"We can't keep hiding this - us"

"Whatever it takes, I will make it up to you"

Where König has wanted to keep their relationship a secret since they started dating, and after years of it Reader finally gets fed up with it, and König finally let's it be known. Also I hope you have a great day! And I apologize if any of these went against your rules- I double checked them a lot :') - 🥀

summary: you finally snap after years with König.

tws: slight angst, swearing

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You and König had first started dating when he had first joined the Jagdkommando; at the time, you were working for the Kampfschwimmer, and you had first met by mere chance.

A simple training exercise between the two groups organised by high command, and somehow, you and König had been inseparable since. Wherever you went, he followed, and wherever he went, you followed; it came as no surprise when you joined KorTac at the very same time.

But you never told anyone; even through all the shit and mud and piss and ashes you were both dragged through, you never told anyone that you and König were dating - let alone that you had been together so long that you were considering signing a ketubah and that you had sat down a few times to discuss when you wanted to stand under the chuppah together.

You did everything together, it was impossible to talk to one without the other, but if you were honest, you were beginning to crack beneath the weight of it.

You were starting to fray at the seams and feel as if you had several strings being pulled at once in different directions; no amount of thinking what it would be like to finally stand under the chuppah together changed that. It was getting too difficult to keep hiding in the shadows; people were starting to ask questions, and you could hear it in the way that they spoke, as well as how they looked at you.

Suspicion. As if you were going to sabotage the entire company, tear everything down just to see it all burn.

Your only comfort was feeling König sleeping gently beneath you; one arm slung over you as he snored quietly and occasionally murmured under his breath. Able to feel the way he occasionally shifted his hips to get comfortable, hearing the gentle thud of his foot on the floor when he pushed his leg out; your only comfort was knowing that you would always be his boyfriend. The only man he would ever love.

Usually in the mornings, König would be gone and would leave you alone and cold in the bed, but when you woke, he was still beneath you, scrolling mindlessly and aimlessly on his phone; you couldn't help but to smile, relaxing against him as you moved to lie beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

You looked at the screen, a soft hum coming from the back of your throat. "What does Horangi want at this time in the morning?"

"He's just asking if I'll be there soon," König admitted. "I said I'll be there soon."

"We can't keep doing this," you shook your head, licking your lips as you moved to sit upright, nearly glaring at him. "König, Maus, we cannot keep doing this."

He looked at you, confused for a moment; brows furrowed and lips pulled into a slight frown, head tilted to the side. "Was?"

You sighed, running a hand down your face for a moment as you chewed at the inside of your lip. "We can't keep hiding this - us."

"Mein Mann," he murmured. "I know, aber... we einverstanden. We hide it, it's too risky, otherwise, und... this is nicht eine Schlacht, and I don't want it to become one."

Of course you knew that he was right, deep down; maybe people would see it as a battle, as something to defeat, if you and König were to be honest with everyone about your relationship. But you couldn't and wouldn't keep hiding it, keep it hushed away and brushed under the carpet like a terrible secret; you couldn't cope with it anymore, and you knew that you had to tell König, but something made you stop.

The sound of his voice, humming low, a song you knew so well, one that he had so fondly said reminded him of you; it made you stop in your tracks as a smile came to your face, a deep rooted urge, an instinct, to sing along with his humming. 'Clever', by Beartooth. You couldn't ignore such a strong and overwhelming instinct.

"I finally got so sick, there is no cure, if I'm clever you might never understand, I feel like death and me are walking hand in hand, when my happiness is hanging by a thread I finally feel content, I'm so messed up and inconsistent in my head, I feel my passing only benefits my friends, when I know nothing I say matters in the end I finally feel content, I guess being clever's just my safety net, I guess being clever's just my safety net."

You couldn't recall how many times he had told you that whenever he heard the song he thought of you; all the late night calls and all the text messages telling you it was "your song" when it came on the radio or was playing at a pub. All the times that made your stomach twist into knots when you were reminded that you and König would never have the same freedom as other couples.

Would never experience being supported and uplifted by friends, would never know what it was like to have others celebrate your relationship as much as you did; you would never experience that, and when the reminder smashed into your chest, you nearly choked on your own heart.

"It was all your idea," you said quietly. "Keeping us a fucking secret."

"Entschuldigung?"

"You heard me," you removed yourself from the bed, crossing the room and sitting by the door with a huff. "It was your idea... and now it's hurting, König. It's hurting me to fucking... to my bones."

König looked at you for a moment, chewing at the inside of his lip as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed; his hulking frame seemed so small when he hunched over, staring up at you with big puppy dog eyes as he twiddled his thumbs, hands trembling.

"Don't leave me."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I'm not gonna leave you."

"Then what do you want me to do, Kommandant?"

"Be honest," you said quietly, "with everyone... I just want us to stop fucking hiding all the time... you know as well as I do that no one here's homophobic, they're not... they won't give a shit."

"Das stimmt," he nodded, chewing at the inside of his lip. "But what... what if they don't want us to date because we're in the same Regiment? What then, mein Mann?"

You shrugged. "So you let me talk to them... with a knife."

"Nein," König shook his head. "No violence."

"König," you huffed. "I can't keep doing it. The sneaking around, the pretending, the fucking lying. I can't keep doing it. I feel like I'm fucking falling apart."

"Okay, okay," he murmured. "So I'll text them, and I'll tell them."

"You will?"

"Natürlich," he nodded. "Anything for mein Mann."

You smiled, swallowing thickly as you cleared your throat. "Danke, Maus. Wirklich."

"Kein Problem," he smiled back, spreading his legs a little as he opened his arms. "Aber... bitte... come to deine Maus?"

You grinned, hardly able to say no as you crossed back over to him, putting one hand against the back of his head as you pulled him in close, letting him rest his head against you as he held on tightly; he seemed so small and fragile in your arms, and the way you held him only made him worry that you were going to break away in fear of hurting him.

"Whatever it takes, I will make it up to you," König said softly. "Bitte... bleibe, Kommandant."

#mlem writes #könig x you #könig x reader #könig imagine #könig fluff #könig fanfiction #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig x reader #konig imagine #konig mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig fluff #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig #cod x y/n #cod x reader #cod x you #cod imagine #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod fic #cod fluff

[cassidysparacosm]

(SERIOUS) TW: Stalking, Abuse

My blog is being stalked.

I wish i didn’t have to make this post. The way it should’ve gone, everything should have been moved on now with those who needed to be blocked, blocked. But due to the fact i’m now once a week being reminded of how i’m being stalked, i can’t ignore this situation any longer.

TLDR: @/Disableddeinosaur aka Beanie starting drama within 2 servers and threatening to harass users if they disagreed with their opinions. 1 year after banning them they continue to remind me that they’re stalking me.

Further explained context below.

Context: In late 2021 i joined an amphibia discord server. The people there were nice, and i enjoyed being there. The moderator, Beanie, known as Mossy at the time, was also part of this group. They seemed suprised when i mentioned i was born the year pokemon diamond and pearl came out, but i didn’t think much of it at the time.

It is important to know that Beanie often hid behind a mask of promoting good ideals such as exposing racism and ableism in fandom circles.

I was also in another discord server with many of my now tumblr mutuals, the syrup arc server. This was a roleplay server where we’d make tupperbots for amphibia characters from AUs we’d made and have fun with them. Back to beanie’s server, a channel had been made where we talked about amphibia blogs on tumblr that had… well, questionable art. This ranged from full on implied NSFW to just aus that beanie didn’t like, such as the Moth mAnne au by Missakat. They claimed giving Anne Boonchuy and Marcy Wu from the amphibia series blue and green eyes respectively was racist, and blacklisted artists who did. I internally disagreed with this, but never expressed it. Why? Because Beanie was older than me. I’m not exactly sure how old specifically, but they had a job that looked like it required some experience and their suprise at my age indicated that they were an adult at least. I disgreed with them wanting to call out creators for the wrong eye colors, but i agreed that creators who are actively racist or ableist definitely deserve to be exposed.

Exposing creators we didn’t like was encouraged in Beanie’s server, so here we come to the first event. I found an amphibia artist who drew what is basically vore, but would deny if asked and refuse to tag for people who were uncomfortable. Beanie expressed to me that they already knew of this person, as they’d had a negative interaction in the past so both were aware of each other. I was encouraged to join the nsfw artist’s server, to act as a spy and screenshot and report back any uncomfortable behaviour they made. It’s worth noting i did make the choice to join myself, but why Beanie didn’t try send an alternate account or a different actual adult from their server is unknown.

I soon left that server after getting the screenshots they wanted. And even sooner after, the toll of the almost ever-present negative atmosphere of beanie’s server was too much and my parents intervened and got me to leave.

While most of the time when a friend of yours move on from a server the right thing to do is to respect their wishes and leave them alone, this is not what beanie did, and still refuses to do a year later. Instead they followed me to 2 different amphibia servers, one where they made a tupperbot of themself and guilt-tripped themself publicly “Muffin (the name i went under at the time) only left because you’re a terrible person! You’re a horrible awful person” etc to themself.

Friends of mine on tumblr (that i’ll refer to as ST and SL incase they don’t want to get involved) tried to comfort them, as they were new to the situation and Beanie and just wanted peace on the server.

Meanwhile on the syrup arc server, Beanie had began to regularly make a point to get into dificult situations with 4/5 of the server mods (the fifth being me, who never disagreed with them so i stayed on their good side though mostly because i was afraid of what they might do if i spoke out). They would make rude and unneeded comments towards others opinions such as their favourite pokemon or their art style, and when confronted would make a gigantic deal out of it or privately message me and essentially tell on them to me.

I admit, for at least 4 months i did nothing. The mod chat was chaos because everyone else was saying the things beanie had done, and the fact i could’ve made the final decision and didn’t was driving a wedge between our friendship. Individually the mods tried to speak kindly to beanie, help them understand why people were becoming wary of them or just not talking to them. The most prominent time being when my friend i’ll refer to as S started a conversation in an attempt to explain to them kindly, but Beanie refused to listen to any of their messages, calling them a slut, and repeatedly implied that S was ableist for disagreeing that their behaviour was an issue. The mod of the server, C, who has expressed before that he himself is neurodivergent, eventually stepped in and tried to explain to Beanie again but their imput went completely ignored despite the conversation stopping.

This behaviour in both servers continued to be an issue for at least another month or two, and both servers had gone from active with at least 20 people in each to basically dead beyond Beanie and only like 4 people online at a time.

Finally one day i was sitting down with a close family member of mine who works in security, and he advised me to block Beanie. I was very tired at the time but i do remember what i did.

I went to the mod chat, told the other mods i was sorry for ignoring their concerns for so long, and banned beanie myself. I also advised the second server’s creator aswell who agreed with my choice once I’d explained the context and banned them too.

You’d think that’d have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. For a solid week afterwards it was a constant back and forth with Beanie and some of the server members who’d personally experienced their behaviour. Except for the fact Beanie would entirely ignore whatever the other person was saying and then call them racist of ableist (which, none of us never even knew their race because they never said it??)

Eventually the two servers decided it would help best for us to let it go, and so we stopped talking to them. I blocked them, and as far as i’m aware of all of the others did too. Once again, you’d think this would be the end of it but unfortunately it is not.

It took 2 months for me to feel safe online after that. And then i got a ask in my ask box in this blog. I don’t exactly remember the wording, but i sent it to a groupchat so i could probably find it if i need to compile a evidence document against them. Essentially it was mocking my pinned post, saying it was ironic of me to say no bullying when i ‘bullied’ them.

After that there was nothing, and i actually began to go to a therapist for reasons i’d like to remain private relating to my paranoia. I admit it was partly my fault for not moving to action quicker, though. I shouldve blocked them long, long before that day and i am so, so sorry to the members of the syrup arc server aswell as the animation server for not acting sooner.

Thankfully they’ve left them alone it seems, but last week i recieved a notification, a personal reminder from Beanie that they were not over their ‘mistreatment’. Despite being blocked on my main account, they somehow have managed to bypass that ability for this blog (this is my sideblog) and now are reminding me once a week through a notification that they’re still here.

That they’re still a stalking, self-righteous bully who has nothing better to do than entrust their mental health to a group of 14-19 year olds on the internet and then say they’re horrible people for not being able to handle them anymore. Even if you weren’t part of either of the servers, please, block them. This situation should’ve been done and over a year ago, and blocking and reporting them seems to be the only way to get them to at least quit harassing us.

This is a completely serious post, and i am begging anyone who reads this. Please. Block them. Do not interact with them, just block them.

I have sent them a ask condeming their choice to continue this fight, which i have no doubt they’ll respond to and ignore everything i said.

Ask i sent below: [

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Mentioning my mutuals for more engagement

@skythealmighty @sluggintub @aces-archon-quest @velvelic @luc1d-dr34m5 @calebthepianist @strawberry-seal77 @breadthefurry @technicolor-abstraction @rainblescake

#serious post #tw stalking #tw verbal abuse #Amphibia #cass speaks #Object shows #Reblog to spread around please.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere!romantic Miss Pouling and darling, which is not related to Mann Co and they also don't know who Miss Pauling really works for.(although maybe later they will find out)

60.) "You feel like you're being stalked? Tell me all about it...."

62.) "I must know everything about you!"

63.) "You're my everything!"

Prompts from your set

Sure! Here's one of many Pauling prompts I've been requested :D Sorry if she's too OOC, I don't write her much and this batch of requests wanted a lot of her, lol!

Yandere! Miss Pauling Prompts 60, 62, 63

"You feel like you're being stalked? Tell me all about it...."

"I must know everything about you!"

"You're my everything!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession at first sight, Mentioned stalking/cyber-stalking, Manipulation, Open-ended, Implied forced relationship, Choking, Implied kidnapping.

It's been so long since Miss Pauling had a vacation. In fact, it's probably the only time Pauling has had a vacation since she started working for Mann Co. Safe to say... she hasn't minded the long needed breather.

During the state mandated vacation she was forced to take, Pauling visited many places and even did some work. Honestly she's so used to work she doesn't have many friends other than the mercs. In fact... you were the first friend made that she didn't see in work.

She had met you during one of her many stops. Be it a bar, the beach, or a safari tour... you two had managed to cross paths at some point. Speaking to someone new was both a daunting and pleasant experience to her.

Pauling never told you about where she worked. It had nothing to do with you and part of her worries that if she tells you it may affect how you see her. Pauling liked the idea of knowing someone outside of work....

You became great company when she first meets you. While she spends time at her current vacation stop, you bring up topics to ask and chat about. Pauling hasn't had this much fun in years.

All good things come to an end, unfortunately. Pauling had another destination to see and she tried her best to tell you she's on vacation. She worries she won't see you again... then you pull out your phone.

"Ah, vacation from work. A luxury, isn't it? Here... you can have my number. Text me and I'll respond. I hope to see you again!"

Pauling felt stunned all the way to her hotel room. Even there she could only stare at her phone. Why was she so nervous?

Friends share numbers and talk all the time, right?

Pauling wasn't sure why... but the way you were so friendly and asked for her number made her flustered. She knew you didn't mean anything strange by it, you genuinely enjoyed talking to her. Yet a part of Pauling's mind still thought of it as... romantic in a way?

The thought of talking to you, even though it's late at night by the time she gets home, is enticing. Hesitantly, Pauling picks up her phone. Opening her laptop with one hand, she sends a text in the other... and you respond.

Seemingly addicted to reading your little messages... she sends another...

... and another...

... her whole night flies by, the young woman eagerly texting you again and again until you go to sleep. Her original intention was to get some work done. Although... speaking with you felt more rewarding at the time.

In fact... Pauling wanted to know more about her new friend...

Maybe a bit too much.

Pauling thought having your number and meeting up with you on her vacation was going to be enough. You two got along well and she kept thinking about you. Normally work was her form of fun.

Now her definition of fun became you.

She idly sends you texts when she should be busy with enjoying herself on a trip. She often calls you when in her hotel room for hours at a time. You even offer to meet up with her to just to give her company.

It's been forever since she's had this kind of company... and it feels great.

Strangely... this new friend she's made plagues her thoughts more and more. Soon... Pauling realizes all of this isn't enough. Which makes her pop open her laptop...

Research was always the faster way to know about someone, right?

Pauling was making notes about you like you were a project she was assigned. Where you lived, where you worked... she was going to know it all. Her skills in learning private information was a perk she got from her job.

The more Pauling looked into you for days or even weeks at a time... the more the feeling of yearning for you within her grew...

Soon enough, Pauling wasn't sure if this friend of hers felt like a friend anymore the more she knew about them.

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"You feel like you're being stalked? Tell me all about it...."

Pauling had a feeling she was getting sloppy. Stalking had always been Spy's thing and she was dealing with a lot of stress lately. After all...

Her vacation was ending very soon.

Before she met you this would be fine. After all, she's used to work being her life. Yet now... she doesn't think she could go back to that.

Now... Pauling had you to look forward to. If she went back to her previous life, she may never feel the same. Losing you is a fear she has.

In that case... can you blame her desperate measures? She studied your social media presence and began fo follow you around when she could... not for anything bad! She just... well, loves you.

This must be what love is, right?

"Yeah, it's the strangest feeling. I guess I'm a bit nervous right now." You admit to your newest friend. It's been weeks since you met and you've only just met up at her hotel room.

"That's scary..." Miss Pauling frowns, fidgeting in her lap. "Are you anxious about anything?"

"Not that I know of..." You think for a moment before noticing Pauling's fidgeting. "Are you?"

"Oh..." Pauling sighs. "Yeah... my vacation's ending soon."

"Aw... that sucks." You sigh in sympathy, placing a hand on Pauling's shoulder. "Best you make it count then!"

"Yeah... make it count..." Pauling ponders. She adjusts her glasses nervously before seeing you retract your hand. To your surprise, she quickly grabs it. "I think I know how."

"Oh, really? What's your plan?" You look at Pauling confused, the look only intensifying when she moves to hold your hand.

"I know it hasn't been that long... but I've always wanted to try something...." Pauling confesses. You become hesitant at her tone.

"Try what...?"

"Well, um, my work is so busy that I never have time to date... so I've never thought about it... until now."

You finally understand what she means and pull your hand away.

"Pauling... you're a wonderful women but I'm not looking for anything like that."

You see the look in her eyes. It's a concoction of shock, sadness, betrayal... and what looks like fear. Despite this and her small gasp... she tries to keep her composure.

"Can't we just try? For a little while, at least?"

"I'm not looking for a quick hook up, Pauling."

"We won't have to do anything!" Pauling pleads, standing up as you do. "It's just that, I- uh..." Pauling takes a deep breath. "I must know everything about you!"

"Pauling, please, this is over. I'm not dating you. I don't know you that well!"

"Then you can learn! WE can learn! I promise I'm not lying... I really do love you!"

"I don't doubt that." You huff, walking to the door with a sick feeling in your gut. "I just can't accept such a sudden confession."

You open the door, only for Pauling to grab onto your arm.

"Wait, don't go!" She begs. "You're my everything!"

"This is getting creepy, Pauling. Please, let go!"

"No!"

She quickly pulls you into the room again and closes the door. Fear floods through you and you fight back. Pauling keeps trying to shush you and calm you down.

"You know what, I don't need my job anyways!" Pauling laughs. It's not one like you'd give for a joke... it's hysterical, deranged. "Not when it takes me away from you! I don't think I could live without you...!"

"Let go!" You cry.

"Not when I love you this much..." Pauling growls wrapping an arm around your throat. "I refuse to give you up just to go back to the Administrator and do mindless work again!"

You don't understand what she's talking about, only that there's a strong pressure on your windpipe. You struggle, clawing at her arms and gasping. It's like she's had combat training....

Your air is minimal... soon darkness creeps into your vision and your hearing fails you with a loud ringing. Pauling notices but doesn't relent. Not until you're limp in her arms.

"Don't worry, dear, I promise we'll make it work!" Pauling smiles, placing you on her hotel bed before pulling out her phone and making a call. "Even if it means giving up my job to keep you...."

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 miss pauling #yandere miss pauling

[fictofaggot]

official propaganda for @tf2shipswag's tf2 oc bracket

this is the nurse, an assistant to medic. her family has connections with redmond mann going wayyyy back, so she was able to get a spot on the red team without much work.

she's in it for the blood and gore (and old men yuri), and refuses to do any actual medical help as soon as work hours end. she's got a lust for blood and an urge to maim that can't be cured. she's insane. and she's bisexual.

her original design had a basket on her back in which she could carry around limbs— she's not quite an expert at field amputations, but she has fun with it and that's all that matters.

her class's abilities are objectively already covered by medic, so she has more of a focus on combat as well as minor healing elements. she can utilize a bonesaw, a machete— whatever works!

hope you enjoy, and remember: a vote for the nurse in the tf2 oc tournament is a vote to keep all of your vital organs intact. ❤️

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #10th class oc #the last threat is of course a joke 😓 i don't know if it needs to be said #she's also TRANSGENDER

[almdragonrend]

I found another old conversation I had, here it is, but I warn you, it's long...

! Yes another reaction! Im really happy we getting more of it!

But please remember OG Katarina's Good deed's not only the Bad ones

And please PLEASE for the Love of Akatosh don't trie to justify Katarina's Exile as if it was anything but in act of complete and crulety!

I have nothing more to say and hope to read more soon

StrangerWager on Chapter 1Sat��01 Oct 2022 02:00PM CEST

As a person who haven't read much of the manga nor the Light Novels, and only with prior knowledge from the anime, I have zero clue of what was OG Katarina's deeds that were not bad. I would appreciate it if I were to be enlightened with some of these facts I do not know about.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 02:24PM CEST

Okay thank you for asking ^_^ i'd love tell you !

First of when Katarina was younger Baron sherry came to house Claes to force Anne in to a Forced Marriage that played out In OG Fl

The same way it did in they Anime,what you may not know is that the Mann he tried to marry her of to was already above 60 years! And known for committing Domestic Violence on his previous Wifes,So little OG Katarina stood up to protect her lowly Maid who is nothing more than a Commoner point from a grown ass scary looking Adult,

She also never bullyd Sophia despite the rest of Sociar Nobility Children doing it

She even told her own grown clique to leave Sophia alone as she was the little sister of her fiances best friend

Which is more than Geordo ever did for the Ascards,

She encouraged Sianna Nelson daughter of the lowest ranked Noble family in all of Sociar after seeing her hard work

And Sianna became Katarina's best friend despite being just one single step about a Commoner in her status

Which shows that even OG Katarina cared more about a persons personality than status when choosing friends

She only gets on trial in the routes were Maria tries it with either Katarina's Fiance or adopted Brother or both

And that with the Alan was just a miss translation when the Harem route was meant

Ps:I hope this was helpfull,please tell me ^_^

Last Edited Sat 01 Oct 2022 02:27PM CEST

StrangerWager on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 02:37PM CEST

You have my deepest gratitude. Thank you for the new found knowledge that shall be used for this work.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 02:43PM CEST

Im the one who should thank you for giving me the opportunity to explain ^-^

But there is also something else...

It's just a rumor so i didn't include it in my explanation,

Do you wanna hear it ?

StrangerWager on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 02:44PM CEST

By all means go ahead, I'll fact check it along the way.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 02:57PM CEST

Thank you ^_^!

Well there actually two rumours

First of,apparently no matter which route you choose Maria's actuall first crush was Katarina even in the FL time line

Second the more obvious Katarina only behaved the way she did in the Game because of Raphael/Sirius dark magic

Please let me know what you think or know about that ^_^!

Thank you ^_^!

Well there actually two rumours

First of,apparently no matter which route you choose Maria's actuall first crush was Katarina even in the FL time line

Second the more obvious Katarina only behaved the way she did in the Game because of Raphael/Sirius dark magic

Please let me know what you think or know about that ^_^!

StrangerWager on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 03:29PM CEST

Well, that certainly is something, I'll still see if whether or not this may be used or not.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sat 01 Oct 2022 03:32PM CEST

Thank you ^_^!

Im already hiped for the next chapter ^_^!

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 12:57PM CEST

Hold it... the dark magic thing makes too much sense.

Since OG Katarina's exagerated actions towards OG Maria were out of character for her if what you said is true.

It would also explain why an trained swordsman like OG Geordo would Kill OG Katarina instead of disarming her despite being (probably) skilled enough for it...

OG Keith magic going crazy is more easily believable.

So...everything bad that happened with OG Katarina can be traced back to Sirius (well...traced to the mage whispering in his ear but still).

I already have great sympathy for both OG Katarina and OG Maria.

if both rumours are true that scaled even higher...

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 02:46PM CEST

Yea i used to hate OG Maria,ans she certainly is a coward but...

After hearing about it i most say it turned the whole thing in an even greater tragedy...

Can you imagen your first love being killed for being mean to you...?

Also Katarina only tries to kill OG Maria in the Bad ending

Meaning she is already sentenced to Exile = death for a spoiled Duke Daughter

Meaning even Dark Magic can only bring Katarina to kill Maria if Maria has already become the catalyst for her own demise not before....

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 03:50PM CEST

I think dark magic was involved from the beginning.

OG Katarina being mad at OG Maria in Geordo's route makes sense ( and it's completly fair), but it makes little sense in the Keith's route.

OG Katarina disliked OG Keith and OG Maria wasn't the first woman he courted, so it still is out of character for her.

And the Exile ending has Keith/Geordo print all over it, because they both disliked OG Katarina and i have a hard time beliving OG Maria resented Katarina's treatment.

Also i would not go as far as to call OG Maria a coward, after her magic manifested she had no positive human interaction at all...

The people of her village avoided because of her magic, her supposed existence because of an affair or both.

Her father left and her mother couldn't even look at her in the eye.

So she had a combo of critically low self esteem and affection starved.

Also the only routes that OG Maria was in the wrong in my opinion are Geordo and Alan (since both are betrothed to another)

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 06:28PM CEST

That is really worth a tought,

Bout if the s the One she "actually loves" is Katarina is truth?

Id asks alot of questions

Like maybe she got only on with Keith/Geordo because of their connection to Katarina?

Also Maria is suposed to "see" dark magic

Something is of here....

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 10:42PM CEST

Since the choice is player based we can only speculate.

About the 'see dark magic thing', Fortune lover is a video game and Raphael/Sirius is an hidden capture target.

I don't know how the route is unlocked, but if it's supposed to be hidden maybe OG Maria needed to unlock a certan skill level or achieve something that allowed her to see dark magic.

If it was that obvious it would be a pretty on the nose hidden route for a video game.

My theory is that OG Maria 'persuit' of the capture targets was more on her need to have an good human connection (aka out of loneliness and desperation).

So i assume the hidden route would apear when she achieved enough self confidence/resolve to do so.

I don't see the OG Maria that would hide behind a capture target as having that conviction.

The Isekai Maria on the other hand confronted Sirius alone by her own will power (Bakarina's kindess gave her the confidence boost) and that Maria is the one that we are sure can see dark magic.

Because of that i belive that OG Maria needed to make the other capture targets lives and selves better without losing to her loneliness, then she would be able to truly help Raphael. (but that is just my theory)

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 11:08PM CEST

Also, since we are sharing theories.

Three things that always made me scratch my head:

- All routes have a single rival (except Katarina that apears in two)

- All routes rivals share their element with the capture target (except Katarina[earth] in Geordo[fire] route)

- In 'Verge of destruction' another rival apears and is interested in Geordo and acts like what one would expect from a villainess (Noelia[fire])

I have a theory for that (again i treat Fortune Lover as a video game)

I think in the test/beta version of the game Katarina is the rival in Keith's route and Noelia is the rival in Geordo's route.

But since Katarina would be the sister rival it would overlap in base concept with Sophia and Nicol, and the somewhat similar stage presence of Villain Katarina and Villain Noelia would create another redundancy,

so i assume the developers scrapped Noelia as an character and transfered some of her dialogue to Katarina.

Noelia doesn't apear in the Base isekai because Bakarina apeared before the game started, but she apears in the Verge of destruction because the game already started and Bakarina's apearance glitched the game back to the Beta because it needed someone in the Villain role.

Just a theory

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Sun 02 Oct 2022 11:31PM CEST

Might be

But That stitl dosen't explain the "Katarina = first love"part

Also i highly doubt That anyone but Katarina can give Maria the necessary confidence

Than again its sometimes suggested That someone Isekaid from Sociar to Katarina's RL

And their maid FL....

BUT Please Explain What do you Think about the Katarina part?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 02:06AM CEST

That is a difficult question, but i will do my best.

Warning it will be a long comment...

Lets start with a simple but complicated question: what makes people fall in love?

- Do they treat you different form everyone else?

- Do you admire something about them?

- Do you just enjoy their company more then usual?

- Do you share a connection with them?

- Do they complete you in a significant whay?

With those questions in mind:

- OG katarina kinda fits on the first, others where moved by envy, self importance or self steem issues , Katarina might have seen OG Maria as a threat to her future, so she was the first to take her seriously and more than just a cute face with undeserved magic.

- That is easy to answer, OG Katarina AND Bakarina are so unapologetic themselves that someone like Maria that works hard to be accepted can admire they carring their hearts on their sleeve.

- That is a hard NO, i fear.

- They have the contrast connetion, Katarina is a proud high rank noble, but has weak magic and worse academics, Maria is a shy humble commoner, but has a rare and powerful magic and excells academically, in short they don't fit exacly in their expected envioment.

- Again OG Katarina and Bakarina have the confidance that Maria lacks, they are proud of themselves despite many believing that outside of their title there is very little to be proud of, Maria has a lot of skills and despite having them she still does't fell that is enough.

Or Maria would fall in love for no reason a all, love is weird.

That wall of text tries to explain why OG Maria would fall for OG Katarina.

But now as to why OG Katarina was the first:

All capture targets didn't take OG Maria seriously, they were dismissive ( Geordo[the see everything grey 'perfect' prince], Nicol[way to focused on his sister], Alan[self steem issues]) or saw her as another petty face (Keith[the flirty playboy]), OG katarina took her seriously, BAD seriously but still.

Because they took longer to open up to OG Maria, any points that require them showing their stories delayed the love route, BUT OG Katarina basically roars what she is about with little regard for anything.

On the begining the "enjoy company" part is on the negative for everyone (including OG katarina) so no point for anyone

Again BOTH OG Katarina and Bakarina are open books, aka easier to understand and relate than the others.

Put all that with OG Maria's unhealty lack of human affection...it's possible.

TL,DR: i belive that is possible that OG Katarina would be OG Maria first crush, not a very healty one but still.

Does that answer the question in a decent way?

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 10:14AM CEST

Yes it dose answer it,

But,if we assume just for moment That it is a fact rather than theory

How exactly would That make you feel emotionally?

And how do you thing OG Maria was feeling about it after everything was sad and done ?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 09:09PM CEST

Hmm...

There are two Capture targets (Geordo and Keith) and two Endings (Exile and Death)

I will answer both questions depending on the combinations.

-Exile(General)

Disapointed in OG Maria, she doesn't look like the kind of person that would want OG Katarina exiled(or even resent her for that matter), but probably let it go because either she was convinced by her current lover or didn't want to risk put her current situation at risk, but i really belive she will feel guilty(specially in Geordo's route) and really worried for Katarina.

Very Worried/sad for OG Katarina, she got her life ruined and now has to survive in a place she doen't know, since she is a spoiled noble that cant end well. As a bonus, if there was dark magic, it wasn't even her fault at all.

-Exile(Keith)

Angry at OG Keith, while he had fair reasons to hate OG Katarina, saying he went overboard is an undestatment, since he actually had worse before the Claes took him in. And OG Katarina probaly treated him bad because she saw him as proof of her father's infidelity and causing indirect pain to her mother( both undestandable since she was 8 and i belive her mother encoraged her to it).

IF dark magic gave him a push then i feel kinda bad for him too.

-Exile(Geordo)

JUMP OFF A CLIFF, OG Geordo is implied to have little to no care to anyone until OG Maria apeared, aka he used OG Katarina as a tool and i belive that her exile in this case was more to break the engagement without a hit on his reputation and not because of her treatment of OG Maria(because again i dont think Maria would want this).

Even if there was dark magic, he was using and manipulating OG Katarina before any interaction with Sirius, so i repeat...JUMP OFF A CLIFF.

-Death(general)

Feel really bad for OG Maria, she was alone for most of her life, found a first love in OG Katarina that despised her (fairly in Geordo's route), saw said first love DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER by the hands of her present love after the former tried to KILL HER, so she will blame HERSELF for Katarina's death, and now her present lover goes in a self imposed exile leaving her totally ALONE AGAIN.

(put that girl on suicide watch, therapy of both geez)

As a bonus (since the murderer left) she will have to endure the repercutions of the nobility alone.

Do i even need to explain OG Katarina...poor girl watched her life being ruined little by little, tried to kill the reason her life was ruined(in her eyes) and said murder atempt wasn't really her choice (dark magic) and then DIED FOR IT. Hope she finds peace...

Death(Keith)

Conflicted between furious and sad for OG Keith, if my memory serves right OG Katarina was killed because he lost control (maybe had dark magic involved) when trying to protect OG Maria.

Dude was tortured in his original home, got a new one where the mother and the older sister didn't treat him well and now he killed his sister and he didn't even mean it. Now he leaves the only one that actually treated him well out of guilt (kinda a dick move on Keith's part but still)

Death(Geordo)

do i even need to go in detail...

Be honest Geordo, you wanted Katarina gone, just not like that because it would reflect bad on you, are you leaving out of guilt or because you are fleeing the consequences.

As a bonus you are leaving Maria behind to deal with the repercution of YOUR actions.

Forget the cliff...JUMP ON A VOLCANO

I guess my opinion in OG Geordo is showing...

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 09:25PM CEST

That is a very good analysis

And that was what I love,it sounds exactly how I think they would feel,

And yea poor OG Katarina

She really is a good girl at the core

Couldn't blame OG Maria for falling for the Girl

If OG Maria ever becomes so powerful in light Magic that she could see all 3 timeliness from her own Birth to 100 after in one moment, how would she feel about it than ?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 09:38PM CEST

What do you mean?

OG Maria when?

Before the academy, before the endings or after the endings?

What do you mean?

OG Maria when?

Before the academy, before the endings or after the endings?

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 09:44PM CEST

Both,

I really liked to here you thoughts about how she'd feel looking both forward and backward

As i like to talk about such things,

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Mon 03 Oct 2022 10:28PM CEST

What the hell...i will do them all ( i think there are 4 timelines)

Before the academy

- Maria would be horrified to see what would happen because of her. But also would know both Keith and Katarina need her help.

She maybe would try to at least clear the air about Keith being Katarina's half brother, then Katarina could apologise, and Maria would try to protect Katarina from Geordo (poor girl needs it) i don't know if katarina would listen to her. I don't see this Maria going for Geordo, she maybe would try her luck with Keith, Katarina or both.

One detail Maria lacks confidence to do it, but she both cares about them and feels like she owes it to them to do her best, and Maria is a hard worker.

Before the endings(Keith's route)

- This time she would try her hardest to convince Keith to leave Katarina alone, or at least not insist on the exile. And would still try to save Katarina from Geordo. I don't see her relationship with Keith being afected in a meanfull way, but i am not sure if she will try to become friends with Katarina, both because she knows Katarina deslikes her now and because she feels like she does't deserve to become katarina's friend.

Before the ending(Geordo's route)

- Again would try to save Katarina, but this time i dont think she herself would feel save around someone like Geordo, even if he does care about her, not sure if the relationship would end but she would be weary of him at least, maybe even try to hold him back on his more malicous tactics to protect others from him.

After the ending(Keith's route - Exile)

- She would try to convince Keith to help her find Katarina or go herself, to at least see if she is ok and if not would assist her even if Katarina refused. Maria would be sad if Keith didn't try to help his sister, but she would understand (and would help Katarina alone)

After the ending (Geordo's route - Exile)

- Again would try to find Katarina, Geordo hardly would help and more so to apease Maria. This has a high chance to put a strain in their relationship. Since this Maria now knows that Geordo didn't gave Katarina the respect she deserved, and now sees a side of the prince she doesn't like.

After the ending (Keith's route - Death)

- Maria would be in a bad place,with extreme guilt and alone, but she would try to find Keith because she knows he is also in a bad place and she feels like she owes to at least stop him from doing something stupid, someone died because of her, she won't let another.

After the ending (Geordo's route - Death)

- By far the worst case for Maria's mental health, Katarina died because of her, and all because she fell for a man that didn't really deserve it.

This Maria has little to fight for now for and needs urgent therapy.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Tue 04 Oct 2022 10:33PM CEST

Good analysis 👍

But I would have liked it more if you had gone more in to how Maria would have feeld about her possible relationship with Katarina in the other timeliness

And yes BURN IN HELL OG Geordo YOU DESPICABLE DISAPPOINTMENT OF A HUMAN BEING AND WASTED MATRIAL OF THE FLAME OF LIFE!!!!!!!

And yes I clearly can se that Maria would try to rescue Katarina and Winn her over no matter the cost...

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 12:18AM CEST

Oh...my bad, i assumed you meant the game timelines.

Assuming the other timeline was the isekai one.

General

Maria would be confused with some key differences between Bakarina and OG Katarina.

Before the academy and before the Exile endings.

She would try harder to save/befriend OG Katarina because she now knows a more friendly and kind person is in there (since i belive OG Katarina and Bakarina ARE the same person just raised differently and in different envioments)

Still would help OG Keith and maybe score both.

OG Geordo will get some help from her in this case, because now she knows a the is a version of Geordo that can be better person.(Still don't think she would end up with him though)

The biggest impacts (emotionaly wise) would be in the death's endings.

OG Maria would feel even worse than in my other analysis.

In Keith's route - i am not sure if she would try to help OG Keith in his exile here because now she knows she took all the wrong choices and maybe she is now too terrified to make things even worse.

In Geordo's route - This somehow is worse than the previous one. Because now she knows:

1 - OG Katarina was an extremely kind person inside and had things been different would be an amazing friend or maybe more (and died because of her bad choices).

2 - OG Geordo HAD a possibility of becoming a better person and he got worse (again her choices didn't help there)

3 - The rest of the Isekai harem could have become good friends and companions to her (not in this continuity)

In short, knowing what could have been (and won't because of her) would break what is left of OG Maria spirit.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 03:23AM CEST

Oh ! I should have been more clear on that one !

With the 3 time lines i meant Fortun Lover,Verge of doom, sorry

And i agree her soul and generally Personality are the same,

She just hasn't 17 extra years of maturity

And how could the death ending even happen if she has this knowledge before the start

Or even before Katarina's trial Hamefur Maria loves Bakarina

It isn't very clear in verge of doom but in both setting's Maria is definitely happier with Katarina around

Than in all good endings of FL,

So i refuse to believe she would be willing to damned the Woman who is the only one she ever truly loved in all possible timeliness

As the happy ending's in FL don't make her seem all that happy....

But what do you think....?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 04:34AM CEST

I don't discont the death ending because there is a dark mage lurking in the corner.(maria isn't aware of them)

And yes, she is happier with Katarina around indeed.

I think the exile is more of fault of OG Keith ( verge of doom Keith shows his deslike of her, and if dark magic was involved then it would take much)

The Exile in OG Geordo's route had the prince's print all over it, even without dark magic, heck in verge of doom the first think that comes to his mind when Katarina 'changed' is "I can still use her"(...Fk you Geordo...)

The Verge of doom characters the same as the Game counterpart until Bakarina changed them.

As for the endings i don't think "happy" is the right word for OG Maria.

She went from being bullied and alone to finally have a person that cares for her (up from zero) and said person is most likely protecting her from the bullies.

Her life overall improved, BUT only 1 person cares for her so she still lonely and the Katarina issue makes her sad.

So less 'happy' and more 'content' in my opinion.

Its like if someone survived with only water and bread their whole life and now has milk and buttered bread, its and improvement and their are 'content' (but still less than ideal)

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 08:25AM CEST

I get what you mean

But I'm still pretty sure she woul go after Katarina

After learning so much,

And I said she saw everything about all 3 time lines at once

Meaning she has to be aware of Sirius

Because he's clearly shown atleast in Hamefura

Also I'm pretty sure she'd avoid Geordo after knowing what kind a guy he is

Am I wrong?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 08:42AM CEST

Oh, i though she only saw her perspective of the events.

Not sure about the avoid Geordo part, there is a good chance of that or she could try help him become better(she will not date him though)

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 11:02AM CEST

No I mean she's seeing all the events from outside

She does not get to see their thougt but everything else

And yea,who would want to date that Bastard?

I make a revelation now

I'm a Big Marikata fun so I'm a bit biased

Sorry I should have mentioned that before....

But I really want to hear which kind of Action you think Maria would take,....

I mean I'm pretty sure knowing everything she would be dead set on the Katarina Route, but what do you think....?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 05:50PM CEST

I can't judge, Maria is my favorite pair with Katarina too.

I also believe she would go for Katarina given the chance.

Now i must also confess my bias.

Maria and Keith is my second favorite pair for Maria (katarina is the first).

So she scoring both is a victory triangle for me.(i also enjoy Keith and Kata)

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 07:18PM CEST

Would you consider a triple Marriage?

Maria,Katarina,Keith ?

I confess i actually dislike Keith a lot

Given what i already told i think you can gues why ?

Given Keith is desperate for love to such a point

And he think's of Maria as the only one who can save him and that he has so many rivals

If she in the middle of it all declared privately that she be willing to choose over all other's but under one condition

He's most likely to accept any condition even if that condition is to make his scorned adoptive Sister a part of the deal.....

That also had the effect that Katarina would still be under the Protection of house Claes

Which would make Geordo unable to harm her in the same way he did with the trial

Something else are now constantly having a discussion in Stranger Wager's comment section

So the least we could do is ask her if she want to take part in or if she even is okay with it,

Do you agree?

R (Guest) on Chapter 1Thu 06 Oct 2022 11:36PM CEST

I would

I didn't notice to be frank, you mentioned Keith directly in one comment prior to this...

Yes he is affection starved as well, and according to Bakarina:

"When he grew up he became quite the playboy in order to bury his loneliness and when he entered the academy, he met the heroine. The heroine healed his lonely heart and became the first person Keith ever truly loved..."

Hamefura Chapter 2

It's not like Keith believed that Maria would save him, it's more like she saved him and them he fell for her.

But i agree that he would accept Katarina in that cenário for three reasons:

1 - Maria saved him so it would be hypocrite of him to not let her save Katarina.

2 - If the misundestanding is cleared and Katarina apologised, he is capable of giving her a chance (verge of destruction shows that).

3 - That would make Maria happy, and maybe that is enough.

I agree with the last part too (this is the longest dicussion i participated in that didn't involve the autor lmao)

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 1Fri 07 Oct 2022 12:36PM CEST

I just informed the Author

I'm happy we can go with that

Assuming Maria successful used her knowledge to get Geordos engagement with Katarina broken and get engaged to both Claes siblings how do you see it go from there?

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess #bakarina #katarina claes #otome game no hametsu flag #maria x katarina #original katarina #fortune lover dlc #marikata #justice for og katarina #destruction flag otome #original geordo is a cheating bastard #original keith is a traitorous dog #Original Katarina deserved better #my next life as a villainess: all routes leads to doom #does hating the girl who is stealing your fiance away makes her evil? nope #does that justifies bullying? also no #but on the other hand what else she can do anyway? report her to school when golden prince can defend his golden girl? #romanceble original katarina #Original Katarina is a good person! #Villainess #katarina deserved better #katerina claes

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Hiya :)

Big fan, lurker gradually shifting into ask territory. I love all your stuff :)

What do you think the merc's dreams are like? (If this hasn't been asked before)

Thanks!

I've actually done one for the Mercs' nightmares before, I'm more than happy to tackle the opposite!

Scout: he dreams about being back home. having become one of the best baseball players to exist and staying home and making his Ma proud. he has a job she can brag about, he gets to see her more often, even his brothers treat him with a little more respect for doing better in life than they did. it would make him feel sad that isn't his life, but as soon as he heads to breakfast and sees his teammates all loud and laughing, he knows it's just a nice fantasy and he wouldn't trade this life for anything

Soldier: his dreams focus on him being a war hero out on the battlefield. single-handedly saving his teammates from everything coming their way. all of them praising him as they exit the field for saving them all. the higher-ups even send him a special medal for him to wear with pride. he always wakes up feeling extra ready to get out there and get to work

Pyro: their dreams are very much like Pyroland. colorful, happy, always bustling and overstimulating. but that's how they like their world. it's childish and fun and it's the best part of their day if they're honest. they can hang out with their teammates, or go on wacky adventures that tend to continue somewhat from dream to dream even, or even just pick a spot and sit and chill the whole time they're there. they've mastered lucid dreaming and love having control and doing whatever they please

Demoman: he dreams of traveling. of getting out in the world and going from place to place. learning about the local legends and maybe spending time hunting them all down while he's there. he would want to put a book together about all he's learned. no stress about how many jobs he has, how hard he's working. it's just him and the world and he can live it however he pleases

Heavy: he dreams about retirement. this war ending and he can return home to his Mama and sisters and spend the rest of his days surrounded by them. cooking meals, sharing stories, knowing they're all safe. no more living in fear, or him having to be away from home for so long. it's just him and his family and he writes letters to his teammates

Engineer: he often dreams of farm life. in his dreams he always has his hand back, which leads him to believe he dreams of scenarios in which he/his family didn't get caught up with Mann Co. and all their nonsense. usually he's just enjoying the calm morning air and watching out over the fields, sometimes he's in the middle of chores. they're always peaceful, and yet they sometimes make him wonder if he made the right career choice

Medic: he rarely dreams at all, good or bad. it probably has something to do with his experiments. his dreams are often about having never gotten involved with mercenary work, become a regular doctor, have his own hospital that's world renowned and he's successful. but deep down he knows he'd be unfulfilled in that life. they're very nice dreams, he'll admit. he likes the moment of calm they bring to the otherwise hectic job he works

Sniper: after his parents passed away, a lot of his dreams became bittersweet. he'd dream about them again, about going home and seeing them alive and well. he wakes up and feels the need to go call them before he looks at the phone and remembers there's no one there to answer. it hurts but in a way it makes him think that maybe - just maybe - they're still thinking about him too somewhere out there

Spy: it rare he ever has a good dream. but when he does, it's usually about what his life could have been if he'd chosen to stay with Ma and raise Scout and her other boys. they're bittersweet as well, and often leave him laying in bed and thinking of all the regrets he has for not following through with it all. but instead of dwelling for too long, he goes to find ways to get stuck having to run errands with him, even if Scout annoys him the entire time

I am also SO very sorry it took me so long to get to this. I'd gotten pretty busy during January and got behind on a lot of things

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell

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The New Teacher

During breakfast

Minako: Oh shit, I forgot the schedule. *Searching in her back.* Yuki, mind telling me what classes do we have after breakfast?

Yukiharu: Let me check.. *Open his phone.* Hexes and Curses.

Ace: Aww mann, that class again!?

Erin: *Buzzing out the screen.* I sincerely have hoped that I wouldn't have to deal with that old hag again.

Minako: Me too, Rin-Rin. Me too.

Yukiharu: You know what, as much as we hated it we need to get on class as soon as possible. *Wears his bag on.*

They walk to the class, when they see the inside is dark.

Minako: What the- Is that old hag sick today? She's usually early.

Yukiharu: Don't know. Let's just walk in. *Open the flashlight of his phone.*

A faint pink breeze throws them into their seat as a figure can be seen.

Epel: Gah! Ouch, that fucking hurt man!

KAFU: Yep, definitely not Mileana-sensei.

???: Well hello, dearies~

??? floats on them as she flicks the switch on.

Riliane: Miss Mileana isn't feeling too well, so I will take up her class today. The name is Riliane Campanella, but you can call me Riliane~

Ace: Well damn, I like her already. *Glance over Yukiharu.* Haruka? You know her?

Yukiharu: *Loks at Riliane with wide eyes.* Well yes. Well known, infact. You remember the girl that my clan have killed?

Epel: Yes?

Yukiharu: Campanella-sensei is her, she is Mirai Onizaburo.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna @abyssthing198

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #yukiharu shirokami #yukiharu🌧️ #riliane📜 #riliane campanella #mirai🕛 #mirai onizaburo #minako sakamaki