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hannahmanderr · 11 months

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DannyMay Day 24 - NASA

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Summary: Danny and Vlad's dynamic is tense at best. Doesn't mean Vlad isn't going to stop trying to win Danny's trust (Vlad and Danny bonding, truce AU)

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“Ancients, Vlad, when I agreed to come on this trip, I did not agree to it being somewhere so hot, it might as well be Satan’s armpit.”

Vlad shot me a dirty look. “It’s Florida, Daniel, and I would greatly appreciate it if you can manage to avoid comparing it to the devil or any of his body parts.”

“Florida, huh?” I put my finger on my chin as I pretended to think about it, then shrugged. “Then we really are in Satan’s armpit.”

“Honestly, Daniel, we’ve been here for all of ten minutes. Can you not exercise any more restraint?”

Just because I knew it would get on his nerves, I gave him my best innocent-16-year-old smile. “For you, Vladdie? I’ll try.”

He rolled his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath. I don’t know if he forgot I could hear him perfectly well (thanks ghost powers!) or if he simply forgot (thanks old man memory!). Either way, I was satisfied. Sweaty, feeling crabby after a five hour flight (that I hadn’t been allowed to make myself because it’s not how “civilized” people travel, apparently), but satisfied. I’d successfully won this battle.

“How much longer, anyway?” I asked. Vlad hadn’t wanted to wait for our bags; he said he’d have someone bring them straight to the hotel. Something about having business to handle first, which, in half-ghost teenager terms, translated to boring. “You told me I wouldn’t regret coming with you.”

“And I fully intend to make good on that promise. You will simply have to be patient,” he said. He kept his look focused straight in front of him, where his driver would supposedly be pulling up, but after a moment, he gave me a side glance. “I would’ve thought you would have an idea of what I promised you. Were you not paying attention to our destination?”

I shrugged again. “Between trying to sneak a thermos past security, using your credit card to buy myself snacks, and staring at the wonderful exclusive offers offered by SkyMall for two hours? Not really.”

Now he fully turned toward me, eyes wide. “My cre- when did you steal my credit card?” he sputtered.

I lost it. Look, it’s not often I can render Vlad “Must Always Have a Perfect Public Image” Masters into a hot mess, I gotta take advantage of the hits when I can get them in! Plus, just the idea that I, a ratty looking, snarky teenager could cause a world-class billionaire to lose his composure was hilarious.

“Ease up, V-man,” I said in between giggles. “I didn’t steal it. It hasn’t left your wallet this whole time.” I waited for him to relax before casually adding, “I added it to my Apple Pay months ago!”

The glare he shot me was downright vicious and tinged with red sparks. “I don’t have to do this, you know,” he said all low and dangerous. His poor attempt to scare me into behaving nearly sent me into a fit of laughter again, but I, being the good little boy I am, decided to work on exercising that restraint he kept egging me about. “There’s nothing stopping me from simply throwing you in one of my ecto-suppressant boxes for the weekend.”

“Lock up your own nephew?” I gasped with fake horror. “How could you do such a thing?”

“I could and I would, and you know that perfectly well.”

I rolled my eyes, but I was still grinning. Our truce may be somewhat strained by our seemingly natural ability to grate on each other’s nerves, but I knew he wouldn’t break it that easily. The threat was hollow, just like my sass. Most of my sass, anyway.

What can I say? It helps me cope.

“We’ll blame my immaturity on the heat. Seriously though, how the heck are you not melting in that thing?” I said, nodding towards his expensive suit. “I get that you like, bathe in molten lava or whatever, but this is ridiculous.”

“I think you’re exaggerating, Daniel. The pilot said it’s 84 right now with a breeze. Not nearly ‘melting’ temperatures.” He frowned and scanned me over. “Are you feeling alright?”

“‘Course I am,” I scoffed. I would never let on that the heat was actually making me feel really sick to my stomach.

You know how in the middle of summer when it’s like 95 or 100 degrees out and you just kind of feel sweaty and sick and lethargic and too hot to do anything? Well, ever since my ice core finished maturing, back when Undergrowth first attacked, I’ve started to hit that point at 75 degrees or so. I’ve had to learn how to manage myself around it (frequent trips to the Far Frozen during the summer help!), but I guess I didn’t process the fact that Florida would definitely be warmer than Amity Park. My core was feeling overworked trying to keep itself and my body cool.

I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t buying it. “You know,” he began as a limousine glided to a stop in front of us, “there is no shame in needing certain types of care for an elemental core.” He opened the back door and gestured for me to climb in.

The inside of the limo was about as posh as I expected. Plush seats, minifridge, the whole deal. I sprawled across one of the bench seats and redirected one of the vents blowing sweet sweet AC right towards my face.

“Don’t you have a whole thing against appearing weak?” I asked. The good mood I’d had from successfully pulling a fast one on him had begun to evaporate. I might be good at back-talking him into defeat, but he was just as good, if not better at picking me apart and reading me like a book. I hated when he was able to analyze me like he just had, especially when I was trying to do my best to keep it from him.

Vlad hummed and casually took a sparkling water from the fridge. After taking a sip, he said, “You would be right. Weakness is one thing, however. Natural needs are something else entirely.”

I almost started to retort, but I thought better about it at the last minute, only because I noticed the partition between us and the driver was partially open. I knew Vlad kept some ghosts on his payroll, but I didn’t know if they usually worked in his house or drove for him, especially so far away from home. And from what little I’d been able to glance at this driver, he looked awfully human to me. I wasn’t too keen on spilling my secret to a total stranger.

He caught me staring at the partition. “There’s no need to censor yourself in here, Daniel,” he told me. “Charles is a ghost of the utmost secrecy. Whatever you wish to say to me, it is safe to say it in front of him.” I must’ve hesitated too long, because he continued after a couple moments to say, “If it helps you feel better, though…” He reached over and hit a switch, and the partition rolled up.

I felt a tension in my shoulders release. I knew he (probably) wasn’t lying about the driver being a ghost and being good at secrets or whatever, but my secret identity was way too important to me to risk. It was one thing if all the ghosts knew, but I wasn’t about to risk accidentally sharing something with a random human.

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes. “I was just gonna say there’s not exactly anything ‘natural’ about what we are,” I muttered. Couldn’t he turn up the AC any more?

“You know what I mean,” he said. As if reading my mind, he turned a dial, and the air speed increased. My core drank in the cold air greedily.

“The needs of an elemental core are no different than basic human needs to maintain a certain level of body warmth. Or adequate levels of hydration. It is a body part like any other, and it must be cared for properly,” he told me. “It isn’t a weakness. It’s a fact of life. Or afterlife, as it were.”

My brow furrowed. I took a moment to breathe in more of the cold air before asking, “So… how do you do it?”

“What, wear a suit in the heat? You’d be surprised how many businessmen can weather such a task, little badger.”

“Okay, first off,” I said, sitting up, “you are not allowed to pun. That’s my thing, and sorry-not-sorry, but you can’t pull it off. Second, you have a hot core, right?”

“Electric, technically speaking.” He shrugged. “It is a subset of hot cores, though. A core like mine is more specialized.”

“Electric, alright. But anyway, if your core is hot, how do you keep it warm and stuff in the winter, or when it’s cold?”

Vlad took another sip of his water as he considered the question. “There are quite a few ways an elemental core can adapt to its surroundings, if it finds itself in a hostile environment. Many I’ve had to learn myself, but I’ve also watched other hot core owners and learned from them.” He tilted his head as he studied me. “Haven’t you been visiting those… mongrels? The ice clan?”

It took me a minute to realize who he was talking about. “You mean the yetis? In the Far Frozen?” I laughed a little. “Don’t let them hear you call them that. If I remember right, the first and last time you met them, they froze you in a block of ice so thick it took you four days to completely thaw.”

Vlad scowled. “Yes, well, if you’re uncomfortable in this heat, imagine how uncomfortable I was trying to get warm again.”

“Hmm.” I nodded my head back and forth. “Point taken. But to answer your question, of course I’ve been visiting them. Frostbite’s been training me since I first got my ice powers, and they usually help give me check ups when I visit.”

“And in your training, has this Frostbite taught you how to balance your core temperature to the environment?”

“Umm, I don’t know?” I said. It’s not that I don’t pay attention to Frostbite’s lessons, it’s that I just kind of do things. I don’t really think about what they’re called or anything. “I don’t think so?”

He flashed me a grin. “Well, it’s good to know you’re involving yourself with such thorough, competent instructors.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Hey!” I said, leaning forward in my seat. “Frostbite is a great teacher! If it wasn’t for him, I’d have frozen to death and Amity Park would still be an overgrown garden. He’s taught me a lot! Like even half-ghost stuff!”

“I suppose it makes sense,” Vlad continued, as if I hadn’t said anything. “Those yetis are a reclusive clan. They rarely venture outside their home. It wouldn’t occur to them to teach you how to adapt to a different environment if they aren’t used to doing it themselves.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know I needed to ask them to teach me?”

“You wouldn’t,” he replied calmly. “How would you?”

I let my head fall back into the seat with a groan. He was definitely waiting for me to say something, and I knew exactly what he was waiting to hear. “Let me guess. You expect me to ask you to teach me.”

That snooty jerk tried (and failed) to hide his smirk by sipping at his water. “You did tell me once that you learn best through practical applications - ‘doing things on the fly’ is how you phrased it, I believe.” He raised an eyebrow. “This would be the perfect opportunity for some hands-on learning.”

Ugh. Just because we’d agreed to maybe try not to be at each other’s throats all the time didn’t mean I wanted the guy teaching me. That would open up a whole can of worms. The make-Danny-my-half-ghost-son-slash-apprentice kind of can that I specifically said was not allowed to be open if we were gonna try this truce.

Still though, as much as I hated to admit it, he probably had a point. I probably needed to learn these sorts of things sooner or later, and he would be the ideal person to teach me. Don’t get me wrong, I love Frostbite and he knows a lot, but there are just some things he can’t understand about me, and my human half makes trying to understand ghost stuff hard sometimes. Vlad’s the only other guy like me. He’s the only one who can really understand.

“Alright, alright,” I finally said. “You can play Professor Plasmius for the weekend, if that’s what you really want.” I pointed sharply at him and added, “But! We’re not making this a regular thing, capiche?”

Of course, he just kept his stupid, smug smirk. “If you say so.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and began tapping the keyboard. “In the meantime, I’ll order an ice bath for you to be ready when we arrive at the hotel. We’ll be outside a fair bit more today; you’ll need it to recover.”

He leaned down and grabbed a water bottle out of the mini-fridge and tossed it to me. “And stay hydrated. Your core may be a cold core, but more specifically, it’s an ice core. That puts you at a doubled risk for dehydration, you know.”

It took me a long swig from the water bottle to process what he’d said. “Wait, what do you mean risk for dehydration?”

“You and I still have human bodies, little badger. As I mentioned before, those bodies have needs that must be met.”

“But I thought the ghost side basically took care of those sorts of things,” I interrupted. “Like I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine totally creaming Tuck in a breath holding contest.”

Vlad folded his fingers together. Thankfully, he didn’t look too irritated by my interruption. “Some needs can be met by the natural effects of our ghost halves. Not all. Hydration is one that your ghost body cannot contribute to supporting.”

I hummed. “Makes sense, I guess. But wouldn’t that mean I’m just at a normal risk of dehydration then?”

“Not so. Your core generates cold and ice naturally to sustain itself, but it cannot create ice out of thin air. It draws on ambient water around it to create that ice. For your little yeti friends, that water has to come from the environment around them, since a ghost does not retain water well. Why do you think they tend to stay close to their realm? Or why ice cores themselves are a rarity?”

“I dunno, I just figured they didn’t really have a reason to leave.” I tapped the side of my water bottle absently. “So if they get their water from the snow and stuff, what about me? I mean I know Amity Park is basically on the lake, but it’s not that close.”

The smile on his face reeked of that classic Vlad smugness. “Think about it, my boy. A ghost half that needs water, plus a human half that can retain water…”

“So my core basically eats my human half’s water?”

“Well, I might not put it in those exact words, but yes, essentially,” he said. “Because both your human body and your core are draining on your water, it means you require far more fluids than any average person.”

I threw my head back again. “Greeeaaat,” I drawled. “Hooray for more freaky hybrid metabolism crap. I’m already sucking down ectoplasm all the time, please don’t tell me I’m gonna have to start carrying around those gallon jugs of water like the football players.”

Vlad studied me for a long moment. I could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I might be able to help work out a supplement to add to a regular water bottle to increase its hydrating abilities. Though perhaps I could find a way to incorporate it into the ectoplasm supplements you’re already taking…”

“Awesome, between the glowing green sludge and the Gatorade on crack, I’ll be the king of supplements,” I said with the driest glare I could muster. “That’ll definitely keep losers like Weston off my back about all the weird stuff I already do.”

“Oh, relax, Daniel.” He sniffed and turned to look out the window. “It’s about keeping you functioning and healthy, not your social status. Quite frankly, I’m surprised you haven’t suffered from dehydration before.”

I shrugged. “Probably the same reason Mom and Dad haven’t caught me going ghost yet. I’ve got the power of crazy dumb luck on my side.”

“More like an oblivious buffoon for a father,” Vlad muttered under his breath.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t press the comment. Instead, I chose to look out the window myself, not that it told me much. We were making our way through the city (whatever city it was. It wasn’t Orlando or Miami was all I knew), but everything pretty much looked the same as it did back home. Though as someone born and raised in Amity Park, Michigan, seeing real palm trees was pretty cool.

After we’d sat there in silence for a few minutes, a thought occurred to me. “How do you know all this stuff anyway?” I asked as we began to roll through another intersection.

Vlad had turned his attention back to his phone after we’d stopped talking, but he looked up when he heard me. “Know all what?”

“All this… biology stuff, or whatever,” I said, gesturing wildly with my hand as I searched for the right word. “All this stuff about cores, and - and how they interact with our bodies and stuff.”

“Ha! You think a scientist such as myself would be content remaining ignorant about everything there is to know about who we are - what we are?”

Sometimes I forgot he was a science guru like my parents. Heck, he’d helped build their proto-portal. And he’d done all that stuff when he went through the cloning phase (I love Danielle, but that’s still the most messed-up thing he’s done).

“Fair enough,” I admitted, “but I don’t understand why know all the stuff about ice cores, especially since it’s the opposite of your core. Unless it was part of the whole creepy obsessed with me thing…”

To my surprise, he actually blushed a little. “I, ah, wanted to make sure I understood the workings of a core like yours for… such a time as this.”

I fixed him with a look. “Dude. You might as well just admit it was to figure out how to clone me.”

“That was only part of the reason!” he insisted. Admittedly, it was kind of hilarious seeing him so flustered yet again. “And at least one of us knows something about it! Those frozen furballs have no idea what it’s like to be one of us! They can’t teach you everything!”

“Oh, so that’s what we’re going back to, huh?” I said with a hint of disbelief. I should’ve seen it coming; of course a fruitloop like him wouldn’t be content letting that conversation just sit. No, he always had to bring it back around to why I should just become his little mini-Plasmius!

This is why we don’t go places together.

Sparks of red flickered on the edges of his eyes. Crap, he was actually mad. “For goodness’ sake, Daniel, for once, can you keep your stubborn pride from blinding you?” he shouted. “Believe it or not, I’m doing this for your sake!”

“Yeah, so I can be the version of me you want me to be, for you!” I shot back. I could feel my own eyes beginning to burn green, but I was getting too riled up to care. I should’ve cared, especially if we were really hoping to make this truce work, but he and I were just too good at getting under each other’s skin. “If this was really for me, there wouldn’t be all these strings attached.”

“And what strings are those exactly? If I recall, you’re the one who attached a condition to me teaching you just now!”

“I so did no-” I stopped short as I remembered that he wasn’t exactly wrong. He hadn’t explicitly given any conditions to his offer to teach me stuff. “No, that doesn’t count! That was because I know you have all sorts of plans up in your head! Can you really blame me for being like that when you’ve manipulated every little thing for as long as I’ve known you?”

He scowled, but his eyes didn’t get any redder. “What do you want me to do? Swear my honesty before a judge? I try to make an honest effort to reach out to you, and you immediately reject it! So tell me what you want me to do, because this may surprise you, but reading minds is not one of my powers!”

“I -” My mind went blank. As angry as I was, as much as I didn’t want to cede anything to him, it was a legitimate question. What could he do to earn my trust? That was the real question he was asking.

The problem was I didn’t know. Like I’d just finished telling him, he had been lying, cheating, and manipulating his way around me since the day we met - I didn’t know a Vlad who didn’t do that stuff. Experience had taught me to never trust anything coming from that man.

So what could he do to change that?

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, deflating back into my seat. One little question had killed the anger inside of me, and now I was stuck trying to figure out what to tell him. “I… I don’t know.”

I could see his own anger evaporate slowly as he watched me carefully. “Then I suppose we’re at an impasse,” he said quietly. He folded his arms and fixed his gaze firmly out the window.

We sat there like that, in a tense silence for what felt uncomfortably long. I had no idea what he was thinking about, but I was also too preoccupied with my own thoughts.

Could he be telling the truth? About wanting to earn my trust? Wanting to do things for me without some ulterior motive? The idea was just too foreign to me. And the question still stood, if I decided to believe him: what could he do to get me to trust him and do things for me?

I hated to admit it to anyone, even myself, but as impossible as it seemed for him to be anything other than a lying rat, deep down, I so badly wanted to believe in a good Vlad. Memories of being locked in an ecto-suppressing box as my dad’s ex-best friend revealed himself as the only other being like me hit me like a brick wall. It had been a horrible sequence of realizations as it dawned on me that this man, who’d just given me a glimmer of hope at figuring out this crazy half-ghost stuff, was the same man who’d come dangerously close to killing me just the night before. And it just grew worse as he talked and told me his plans to kill Dad…

But even back then, in those moments, I remember just wishing with everything I could muster that it was just a bad dream. I didn’t want to believe the only other guy like me was some sort of psychopath. That to him, I was just some means to an end, to give him the perfect life he wanted.

I let my head thunk against the window. Ugh, there was a good reason I didn’t dwell on these things long. Or tried not to, anyway. Vlad stuff was always complex, hairy, and emotionally and mentally exhausting. It was so much easier when I could just punch my way out of a situation with him.

There was no punching my way out here, though. So what did I want?

“I want to matter,” I whispered absentmindedly.

Except I forgot that Vlad also had excellent ghost hearing. He frowned at me and said, “If you’re going to speak to me, you’d better speak up.”

I jolted when I realized he’d heard me talk. “I’m - it’s, uh…” I stuttered. I automatically raced to come up with a plausible lie about what I’d said, but I stopped suddenly.

He said he was trying to be honest with me. Maybe I needed to do the same.

“I just… want to actually matter, to - to you, that is,” I admitted with some effort as I twisted my fingers into my T-shirt. “Not as like a son or anything, but - I don’t know, maybe just a person. I’m… tired, of being just another little pawn in your schemes and everything, especially when you’re spouting off all this stuff about how it’s for my own good or whatever.

“Like do you see what I’m saying? You talk about wanting to teach me or train me and how good it’ll be for me, but it’s never been just for me, it’s always had some sort of real benefit for you, and at my expense, or my family’s.” I knew I was starting to ramble, but once I choked the first few words out, the rest followed like a flood. “For once, I just - I want it to be where you actually see me as my own person, and if you’re gonna care for me, I want you to actually care for me, not just figure out what I want you to do or say to get me to like you.”

I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t meet them. I never liked doing the whole feelings-vomit thing. That was Jazz’s thing. Not to mention how doing it in front of my freaking arch-nemesis of all people increased the awkward factor by a thousand. So yeah, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of eye contact.

He stared at me for a long while. The whole time, I kept my eyes fixed on the outside blurring by. I’d said my piece, I kept trying to tell myself. The ball was in his court now. I couldn’t do anything about that.

Could I?

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he turned his attention back to his phone, tapping away at the screen as if the entire argument had never happened. Whatever. I was too tired to try and deal with it. If he was so set on keeping up with his stupid, cruel manipulation, he could do that. I wouldn’t go along with it.

I just closed my eyes and tried to soak in the AC. Hopefully he at least made good on his promise to get me that ice bath. That sounded absolutely wonderful.

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Vlad glanced up from the text thread he was furiously typing away in. Daniel sat across from him, fast asleep against the window. A little bit of drool even dripped onto his leg.

The billionaire sighed and rolled his eyes at the display. He couldn’t be too annoyed, he supposed. They’d had to wake up early to catch their flight, and he suspected that being cooped up in the plane and now in this limo was not doing the boy any favors, especially coupled with the overtime his core had to be clocking in.

He had admittedly forgotten that Florida’s heat would probably overwhelm Daniel. He himself was so used to his own hot, electric core (and adapting it to a colder Midwestern climate) that it had been a detail he’d neglected. It wasn’t something he was used to. Normally, he was so careful to account for everything.

It only made Daniel’s words echo in his head. I want you to actually care for me, not just figure out what I want you to do or say to get me to like you, he’d said.

Those words had completely caught him off guard, and he couldn’t deny their impact. They’d sent his mind catapulting into a completely different direction, hence the furious texting. The sparks of an idea were kindling, something to help Daniel see that his intentions were honest this time around.

He hoped, at least. The voice in the back of his head telling him he was doing it just to make himself feel better, not the boy, was growing increasingly louder.

No. He shook his head. No sense dwelling on that. Especially when his phone chimed and he saw the text he’d been waiting for.

With a grin, he rapped a knuckle on the partition. Immediately, it began to roll down, and Charles asked, “What can I do for you, Mr. Masters?”

“There’s been a change of plans. We have a new destination now.”

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“Daniel…”

I groaned and tried my best to ignore whatever was shaking my shoulder. If my ghost sense wasn’t going off and no one was screaming my name, it wasn’t important enough to interrupt my nap.

“Daniel, wake up.”

I twisted in my seat, trying to get away from the hand. “Lee’ me ‘lone,” I muttered into my arm. “‘M tired.”

“I think this is something worth waking up for.”

Ugh. Vlad. For a moment there, I’d forgotten where I was and who I was with. It’d been a nice moment.

Slowly, I peeled one eye open. “I swear, if you woke me up just for some dumb business thing, I’ll throw you into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep with Pariah Dark.”

The jerk had the audacity to chuckle. Do real people even chuckle? “I think you’ll find yourself pleasantly surprised. I do have some business to attend to here, but that is not the main reason for this visit.”

At this point, it wasn’t worth it to try to go to sleep. Might as well entertain him. I stretched and made sure to yawn as widely as I could, just to tick him off a little. Like I said, I gotta get my hits in when I can with him.

“Alright, Vladdie,” I said. “Where are we that’s so important?”

In response, he just nodded towards the window. The urge to roll my eyes was overwhelming, but I resisted anyway, instead choosing to look out to where he was gesturing.

At first, nothing seemed much different than before - fewer buildings, but not much different otherwise - but then I caught sight of a sign, and my jaw dropped.

“Umm, Vlad?” I asked weakly. I was so shocked, I didn’t even bother to hide the waver in my voice. “Did that just say what I think it said?”

Of course, he just smiled his smug smile and nodded, but I was too blown away to care. “I told you I would make good on my promise to make this trip worth your while.”

Wait. No, no way. I shook my head and nearly phased my head out the window trying to catch a glimpse of another sign. As we passed another and it echoed the same thing, my heart began to race and my core began to vibrate.

“B-but how?” I asked, barely above a whisper. “This is…”

Vlad shrugged nonchalantly. “You’d be surprised what a name drop here, an extra ‘convenience fee’ there can do. It helps that I truly do have business to take care of here.”

“Vlad, this is Cape Canaveral.”

“Yes, that it is,” he said, nodding.

“As in home to the Kennedy Space Center. To freaking NASA.”

“Yes, I am aware that this is, as you put it, ‘freaking NASA’.”

I couldn’t believe it. Sure, I’d been here last summer to get that gem for the Reality Gauntlet, but I’d been so caught up with that whole disaster that I hadn’t really had the chance to appreciate it. Now, though…

“Was this…?” I asked, hoping the question still came through in the unspoken words. I didn’t trust myself to speak much more.

He shrugged again. “This was admittedly more of a spontaneous choice, but a fruitful one, nonetheless. Why not make sure your time is enjoyable as well?”

I finally peeled my face away from the window long enough to squint at him. “But why? Like… why take me here of all places? Especially so last minute?”

Vlad faltered a bit; he lowered his arms, and his shoulders tensed. “It… I was just trying to - argh, I thought I would try and do what you asked me, that is. Or, ah, show you I do care…”

I blinked slowly as I processed his words. “How… did you know, though? To take me to NASA?”

“Well… I didn’t,” he admitted. “I suppose I simply hoped that my suspicions were right. After seeing how often you wear that ratty sweatshirt of yours and all the model rockets in your room, the conclusion for your love of space was easy enough to draw.”

My turn to blush. “I can’t help it,” I muttered. “It’s just so cool! And now I’m actually here, in Cape Canaveral!”

Then, the true meaning of his words hit me. The reason he’d known to take me to NASA was because he’d paid attention to me - not spied on me, or had a ghost stake me out, or anything like that. To my absolute bewilderment, I realized this was his way of telling me he was sorry, that he truly did see me and care for me.

The realization was so shocking that I barely noticed when the limo rolled to a stop. Clearing his throat, Vlad opened the door and climbed out, then extended a hand to me. “Well, shall we?”

I practically threw myself out of the car phasing through its side to get out faster.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #vlad masters #nasa #space #danny phantom fanfic #hannah writes #might rewrite this one down the line lol

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In the Arms of My Love

Summary: just a cute little thing I'm writing off the cuff. Could be part of a series of one shots. Lyra and Jake share a moment before she has to get up for work <3 sweetness and fluff ^^

Warnings: none, just sweet fluff <3 possibly bad translated Spanish and German, I used Google translate and I'm slowly learning German myself

They didn't sleep together in the same room or bed very often. Lyra could possibly count on a hand and a half how many times they slept together since getting married. For most, they wouldn't see this as a legitimate marriage, but Lyra Shelby-Lockley took this more than seriously.

They were married before the gods after all.

So getting up from bed early to get ready for work was always a challenge. But it had to be done. Leaving the warmth of his arms was the worst and hardest part, especially nowadays with it being cold and all. On top of that, Jake was a cuddler, he clung to Lyra like she was the only person on earth. He held her tight, even in his dreams, and Lyra understood perfectly why.

When they first met, the poor man thought himself unlovable. Nobody had really given Jake the time of day, barely even his alters at the time. Jake Lockley was a love hungry, touch starved man with a longing heart buried deep under his usual brutality. Something about that just hooked Lyra in. It was like he existed to be loved by her.

So now he was doing his usual clinging and cuddling her close and Lyra knew he was awake. She smiled sweetly against him, reveling in his warmth, his scent, and breathing. Lyra gently caressed down his chest, just over his heart before moving her head to kiss his neck.

"Mein falke, I have to get up" she told him.

"Not yet, gatita. Just a little longer...por favor?" Jake replied, still a bit drowsy. (Kitten, please)

"Sweetheart...it's six. I gotta get up to get ready" Lyra's smile didn't fade, "bitte...". (Please)

Jake shook his head and ran a hand through her thick dark brown hair. "Quédate conmigo" (stay with me)

"Honey I just looked at my bank account" she playfully lied, "ich muss gehen" (I have to go).

Jake kissed her head a small number of times, something she absolutely adored. Even so, he held her tight. Jake laughed softly.

"You're not in until noon, gatita-".

"And I still have to get ready because someone decided to distract me from my routine last night".

"Eh, lo disfrutaste". (Eh, you enjoyed it.)

"Not saying I didn't" Lyra giggled softly, planting more kisses on his neck, "aber entscheidungen haben konsequenzen" (but choices have consequences)

"Sigue haciendo eso y tendrás más consecuencias". (Keep doing that and you'll have more consequences.)

"Oh hush you" Lyra shifted a bit so she could put her hands on either side of Jake's handsome face, "what am I ever gonna do with you?".

Jake smiled and without missing a beat he answered: "Love me, feed me, never leave me".

Lyra rolled her eyes but she knew she would never get enough of that damn smile. She loved it so much. She loved him with all she had.

Even without murderous intent, most folks would've found Jake Lockley's smile unnerving. But not Lyra, not his sweetheart. She had come into his life like a warm ray of sunlight after a long winter. Lyra alone could warm and soften his heart, rendering him near harmless.

In her arms he found refuge and the love he had so very much desired for years. In her arms he found his equal. He could forget about who and what he was. All that mattered was he was hers. That was a gift he would always treasure. Always.

In his arms, Lyra found her safest place. She found the place where not even her resentment could get to her. With Jake, she forgot about the wrongs done to her and others she loved. Her role as a hero didn't matter when he held her. She could just be who she was and be loved for it. For that, Lyra was eternally grateful.

She smiled sweetly and snuggled more into him. "Okay, nur noch fünf munuten..." (okay, just five more minutes)

#jake lockley #lyra shelby #moon knight #moon knight oc #jake lockley × oc #moon knight fanfiction #fluff #romance #oc x canon

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deepestuniversallove · 1 year

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Just a long vent about a specific niche fandom. Don't read if you don't want to hear me rant.

I just need to vent here for a little bit, and I am sorry if this i all incoherent.

I hate what fandom has become. What tumblr has become. What I have become.

I never used to be this way and never used to feel anger before, or jealousy or those 'ugly' feelings, as I was never allowed to. Being raised by a narcissist, you become a people pleaser and you learn quickly that you are never to show any negative emotions. Anger isn't permitted, disgust and unhappiness isn't permitted. As a good slave you don't need to have these emotions, so you learn to supress them to the point where you aren't ever feeling them consciously.

So all of this is so new to me. To actually f*cking hate the guts of some people on here. To fucking hate that they are so damn popular when all they do is shitposting and meme-ing the one that means so much to me to death. And even blocking them won't do a thing because tumblr still shows me their shit, or some fan is gushing about their stuff where I see it, and it just annoys the piss out of me. The tag I used to browse has been rendered useless to me here on tumblr. I long for the days when I was able to just see some nice art of him alone or serious discussions about him, like character analyses, or sharing obscure facts about him.

I don't even know why exactly it pisses me off so much - and I don't want to be the "Fun Police" here; everyone should still be able to do as they please and make whatever the fuck they want on their tumblr blogs, even if it is shitposting. Even if their stories don't make any logical sense at all.

I guess... I just wish Fandom wasn't so dumb with what ultimately are just headcanons. They are taking those stories as if they are canon when they are just fan creations, to the point where they harrass other creators who might come up with other things. For example, if you hate on Mewtwo x Newtwo because it would be "incest", then you are WRONG, because canonically, it was never proven that they were siblings. Canonically, there is no reason to think that Mew is the Mother who actually gave birth to Mewtwo (if you follow the movie-verse, that is. In the games, she did give birth to Mewtwo).

And sure, I realize that me criticising those fan creations is also taking headcanons way too seriously, but... I can't explain it entirely. I just want to be able to state my opinions. Be the one person that isn't always congratulating them on every creation, but also points out the flaws in their storytelling so that they, I dunno, may improve? I am frustrated that I can't even do that - I was told to shut up, or post my opinions on my blog only, probably so that my thoughts aren't seen by anyone and get buried. But I am fucking tired of that. I grew to hate being invisible. I hate making myself small for the benefit of others. Can't I be loud and angry for once in my life? Even if it is on the internet about something stupid? For once in my life, can't I voice my disdain for something after a lifetime of not being allowed to? After AvPD makes this nigh impossible of a feat for me?

One dissenting voice won't harm the popular creators anyway - they have thousands of adoring fans who will wholeheartedly take anything they make and not question it at all. They will go on and create what they want anyway, so what hurt does it do to say "hey, maybe this idea needs some ironing out because it doesn't make sense?"

On another note, I wish that if anyone here has a problem with me to not harrass people that may know me/are friends with me. I saw some anon going around and complaining about me to them - I'd rather you take your complaints to me directly than to them, since they got nothing to do with what I create or do.

For example, I saw someone who told an acquaintance of mine that it is hypocritical of me that I have Babytwos but "attack" others for doing the same. Listen, it is not that others have Babytwos that I critiqued, it's the METHOD of having them via a flower pregnancy when Mew is not a plant type and Mewtwo isn't either. It doesn't make any sense and I should be allowed to say at least that much without getting bullied in turn. That is really all I ask for. Getting Babytwos via cloning, test tubes, artifical insemination at least makes sense. Other than that, go ham and make as many Babytwos as you all want!

I also got told that I am not the owner of Mewtwo the character. Thank you, I know that. Where have I claimed I was? And if I feel a bit possessive over him, well, I got a damn reason for that. He saved me from unaliving myself TWICE. Thus he means a lot to me. I have been in love with him genuinely for 23 years. He is my guiding light. And while it is funny to see the occasional joke with him or a shitpost here and there, if it is constant, it just feels like you are treating him as nothing more than a joke. To me, he isn't a joke, he saved my life. I wouldn't have been posting on tumblr or anywhere at all since 2017 if it wasn't for him. So excuse me if I am a bit possessive over him.

Overall, I just wish people weren't so trigger-happy to take a contrary opinion as an attack immediately. I am not attacking anyone. You will never find me sending any hate DMs or Hate asks to anyone. I don't do that shit.

And if you hate me, you are free to do that too. I know that not everyone likes me. I know there are some people who wish I WAS dead. Or who think that I have ruined Mewtwo for them with my selfship. I mean, I got plenty of "Ew Bestiality" back in the day, if that is any indication. And it's not much of a change in the status quo anyhow. My own parents hate me, I got bullied in school when I was younger, so I am used to being disliked or hated. It used to hurt me back then, but by now I learned that giving a fuck really isn't worth it. I used to want to please everyone and make everyone happy. It used to destroy me when anyone told me they don't like me. Like, it CRUSHED me. But now? I realize that no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to please everyone. Some sadistic fucks may even get off on you trying that and failing. And many people I considered friends only turned out to just use me because of my people-pleasing tendencies.

So, fuck it. If the world is going to hate me anyway, the least I can do is to do whatever the fuck I want and whatever makes me happy. Deal with it.

#fandom vent #venting #rant #monika rants

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tenebraevesper · 5 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 30: The Hunt

''Pain, it makes my way to start the breath, and feel the world, where I am not alone! I broke the heart, I shedin' blood! I crush your life! To make myself alive!''

– The Hunt by MiaRissyTV (Five Nights at Freddy's 3)

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Sam looked up at the factory and glanced at it's surroundings. It seemed that no one, except for her and Springtrap, was here, which made her feel relieved, as she hoped that Connor wouldn't be here tonight. After parking the car at a secluded area near the factory, she and Springtrap exited it, with Springtrap carrying the small black device he got from Raven, and went towards the factory.

''You know, I could put that into my backpack,'' Sam told him. Springtrap shook his head.

''I'd rather carry it around,'' he said. ''We know that Connor is working on creating new animatronics and considering that this device can render animatronics barely functional, it would be a good idea to have it on hand.''

''The only problem with this idea is that it also affects you,'' Sam said, stopping and extending her hand. ''Seriously, Springtrap, it would be smarter if I keep it, as it doesn't hurt me. I'll just keep it in my pocket.''

Springtrap glanced at the device in his palm, then reluctantly gave it to Sam.

''You have a point. If I activate this thing, I won't be able to do much, unlike you,'' he said. ''Speaking of which, we should stay together this time. We have no idea what Connor was doing since the last time we were here and I don't want to risk anything.''

''Okay,'' Sam nodded, placing the device into her pocket and taking out her flashlight. They reached the air-vent which they used to enter the factory, with Sam leading the way. ''Hopefully we will find something that might help us to deal with Connor.''

''I'd be more worried about whether there is something waiting for us inside this place,'' Springtrap replied dryly. ''Somehow, it's ironical that amidst all of the insanity with the haunted animatronics and murders, it's actually a human who is the source of this ongoing madness.''

''Are you talking about Connor, or about yourself?'' Sam asked, briefly turning around and glancing at him. Springtrap stared back at her, then sighed, his eyes glowing in a soft purple.

''I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut,'' he muttered. Sam smiled.

''Honestly, I'd enjoy having another conversation with you, but this is not the time nor place for that,'' she replied. The two exited the air-vent, finding themselves in a hallway, with Sam turning the flashlight on. ''Okay, now we need to be careful.''

''I suggest we go to that workshop room to see whether Connor assembled any of the animatronics,'' Springtrap said. Sam nodded, with the two walking down the hallway. While they already knew how to get there, they were still cautious, with Springtrap listening to any kind of sound that was out of place, completely alert to his surroundings.

While one of the reasons he attentive was because he had no idea what Connor might've left for them, the other was Sam. The last few times they went somewhere together, be it Ricky's, Freddy's, Circus Baby's or even at her own home, she got harmed in some way, often because of him failing to think ahead of the possible dangers. However, at the same time, there were rarely any actual dangers present, especially at Freddy's and Circus Baby's, as he was the one who hurt her in some way while they were there. However, this only fueled his desire to get her out of this place unharmed. He was desperate to learn from his mistakes and knew that he couldn't allow himself to fail by letting her get injured again.

Sam is my responsibility.

He had a promise to keep, and after his experience at the cemetery, as well as the conversation with Emma and Henry he had, he knew that this wasn't just him proving that he was capable of becoming a better person. He wasn't perfect and he was far from a good person, murderer just being one of the reasons for that statement. He had a feeling that Emma and Henry believed that he was taking everything for granted, even though he wasn't. Aside from listening to them admonishing him and expressing disapproval, he would constantly remind himself that everything he gained now could easily be taken away from him the moment he does something wrong.

There was always that little voice in the back of his head that would constantly reprimand him and criticize every choice he made, which, coupled with the lecturing he would get from Henry, Emma and that spirit, caused him to live in a constant state of stress, fear and anxiety. He knew that Henry and Emma were being reasonable by questioning him about his decisions, as they knew well that he was still mentally and emotionally unstable, despite his attempts to show that he was improving.

William was aware that his desire to recover from the damage he suffered wouldn't be enough, and that it would take a lot of time and energy to stop fearing that his next step would be his last one. However, there was something all of them agreed on; and that was the fact that William was notoriously resilient. No matter how difficult the situation was, he would always to manage to get back on his feet, and he honestly wished they would give him more credit for that feat.

The only thing that was keeping him from completely losing his mind was Sam. She was the one person who, despite knowing what he had done in the past and how dangerous he was, offered him a chance to redeem himself. As Henry said, if it weren't for her, William wouldn't be here now. Still, despite accepting her offer, William still doubted that he would ever manage to atone for what he had done, and instead focused on a different objective, which also involved Sam.

This is what Henry was afraid of…

His eyes flared up purple briefly, with him sighing in order to calm himself down. He knew he had to get a grip on himself, as he had no one else but himself to blame for this situation. He couldn't risk another mistake.

''William?''

He glanced at her, realizing he once again got lost in his thoughts, not paying attention to his surroundings. Damn it, that was the one thing I was supposed to do…

''I know that there's something that's bothering you,'' Sam said. ''If you want to talk about it, I'm here…'' She then stopped walking, looking at both sides of the hallway and glancing back at Springtrap. ''Although, I doubt that this is the best place for another conversation.''

''I'm sorry,'' Springtrap replied in a regretful tone. ''I know that I need to focus on getting through this building, but I'm on edge because I feel stressed out.''

''Is it because of what happened at the cemetery?'' Sam asked in a worried tone.

''It's not just that, it's everything what I've gone through,'' Springtrap explained. ''Every time I believe I did something right, something occurs that shows me that it means nothing compared to what I have done in the past. Seeing those graves was just the icing on the cake.''

''You know, it meant a lot to me that you agreed to stay,'' Sam said in an encouraging tone. ''I guess that's at least something.''

''When you think about it, it isn't, considering that I hurt you several times,'' Springtrap replied in a somber tone, looking at Sam's arm. She had removed the bandages, and while most of it seemed to have healed, she'd probably have some faint scars left. ''Sometimes I feel as if I'm not making any progress at all. I'm still stuck in the same mindset I had when I returned here.''

''I do believe that you did make some kind of progress,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap giving her a curious look. ''Seriously, would you ever show any kind of regret if you didn't?''

''I suppose I wouldn't,'' Springtrap said after a moment of silence. He tilted his head, gazing at her in admiration. He then frowned, the warmth he briefly felt replaced by an icy sensation in his chest. He looked away, staring blankly at the dark hallway and closing his eyes. ''Still, this doesn't change the reason why I have been forsaken by everyone I knew.''

''You're not completely forsaken,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap glancing at her. ''I'm still here.''

''I know and, as much as I appreciate your support, I believe that there are some issues I need to deal with on my own,'' Springtrap replied, frowning. ''Besides, Emma was right about me not being in the right mental state to make any kind of decisions that would affect you. I'm just rushing ahead as usual.''

''Not to mention, you told me that you can't think clearly when you panic,'' Sam said. ''However, in this situation, you're influenced by your own insecurities.''

''Exactly,'' Springtrap muttered. ''If I don't deal with that issue first, I will never be able to move on.''

Suddenly, there was a loud clang, as if something fell over. Startled, Sam and Springtrap looked down the corridor, Springtrap's eyes instantly flaring up purple, his ears twitching as he and Sam anxiously waited for any other kind of noise. There wasn't any.

''What was that?'' Sam muttered, pointing her flashlight at the end of the hallway.

''I'm not sure,'' Springtrap replied. ''Although, I guess we'll find out soon.''

The two continued walking down the hallway, now completely focused on getting through the building to the room with the animatronic parts. Springtrap had the uncanny feeling that things would only get worse once they find out what exactly they were dealing with now. He glanced at Sam, who was staring down the hallway with a determined look on her expression, despite the hint of fear in her eyes. It was more than clear that she was taking this investigation seriously.

They quietly made their way to the room with the conveyor belt, with Springtrap slightly opening the door and peeking inside, making sure there was no one there before entering it. Sam followed him, looking around anxiously as if expecting an animatronic to suddenly appear and jumpscare them. They managed to enter the hallway that led to the rooms with the animatronic parts and the boiler room. Springtrap glanced at Sam.

''Where now?'' he whispered.

''I want to see whether Raven is still there,'' Sam said, pointing towards the boiler room at the end of the corridor. ''We can work up from there.''

Springtrap nodded, following her to the boiler room. However, the moment they opened the door, they noticed that Raven was gone and that the room was devoid of any evidence that there had been an animatronic lying there. Sam felt a little disappointed and closed the door, going towards the closest room.

This one wasn't empty, as there were two endoskeletons leaned against the wall, with several boxes lying in the corner. Sam went over to the boxes, while Springtrap checked the endoskeletons. They were the same ones they saw earlier, one being covered in blood smears, while the other had its head torn off. However, they now had more parts ripped off, with wires dangling where the missing piece had been. Springtrap had to wonder whether Connor decided to quit working on them, as they haven't shown any activity he desired, figuring that these two would be scrapped and their parts used for other purposes. He then joined Sam, who was checking one of the boxes.

''They're all filled with animatronic parts,'' she said when he crouched next to her. ''I guess Connor decided to clean up the mess we saw last time we were here.''

''You know, Henry and I used to do the same,'' Springtrap said, with Sam giving him a curious look. ''I meant that, when we would build an animatronic, if we were dissatisfied with it, we would scrap it for parts in order to reuse them. Henry used to tell me that he didn't want to be wasteful and that everything could be salvaged.''

''I see,'' Sam muttered as she closed the box and opened another one. Her eyes widened as she saw the contents of the box. It was a Ricky Wolfrun costume, with small blood splatters on it. ''I don't think this is Connor's blood.''

''Well, at least we found the costume he used to kill the security guard,'' Springtrap said as she closed the box. ''I guess we should move on and see whether there's anything else.''

''Yeah,'' Sam nodded as they got up. ''Say, don't you think that is a bit too quiet?''

''Now that you mention it…'' Springtrap muttered as he walked up to the door and peeked into the hallway. ''No one's there. I guess that, whoever we heard is probably at the other side of the building.''

''Then we should quickly check the other rooms and leave this place,'' Sam said. The two walked out of the room and entered the next one. This room had Raven in it, as well as a blood-covered endoskeleton that was completely torn apart.

''At least we found Raven,'' Springtrap said as Sam ran over to the endoskeleton that had been torn apart, with the pieces scattered all across the room.

''Yeah, and I guess that this is the one that Connor used for Bella,'' she said as she examined it. The flesh and the heart that adorned the animatronic had been removed. ''What the hell happened?''

''I can only assume that Connor decided to vent out his frustrations on the endoskeleton,'' Springtrap replied as he looked around. Suddenly, Raven started to twitch and trash, looking as if he was being electrocuted. Sam stepped away from him nervously, while Springtrap got closer, crouching in front of him.

''Are you completely sure that the soul of the guy who died isn't attached to the animatronic?'' Sam asked.

''I am,'' Springtrap said, glancing at her briefly. ''The soul that had inhabited Raven is gone, and all what is left are probably memories that are attached to the animatronic AI.''

He tilted his head, his eyes glowing in a soft purple. While he knew that Raven was a soulless robot, he seemed to be quite in pain. I could end his misery, though… Springrap frowned as Raven calmed down, then stood up, still staring at the animatronic. Or perhaps, Connor should face the consequences of his actions…

''I think we should go and check the other rooms,'' Springtrap said, turning to Sam.

''Okay,'' Sam muttered, curious about what he was planning to do now. She followed him to another room, and as he opened the door, noticed the stunned look on his expression. She too then looked at the room, being surprised by what she saw. The room was filled with animatronics parts and there was an endoskeleton sitting in the corner, looking quite new. However, that wasn't what the two were staring at.

In front of them were two unfinished animatronics hanging from hooks on the wall. One of them was a nightmarish version of Chica, having a torso filled with holes, seemingly mimicking an actual ribcage. A huge cloth was tied around her neck, saying ''LET'S EAT!'' in huge letters. Her head was less bulky than that of the Chica they knew and she had no eyes, with glass covering the holes where her eyeballs should've been. She had long legs, with parts of the endoskeleton not even being covered, her toes ending up in sharp talons. She also lacked any arms.

The other animatronic was a rather creepy version of Foxy. His head was smaller than regular Foxy's head and had spikes on it, and his mouth was filled with rows of sharp teeth. The eye-patch was sewn into his eye-socket by metallic cables, just like the top of his chest. His torso was exposed, showing his endoskeleton under the torn fur. One of his clawed legs, the one covered in red matted fur, was screwed into his pelvis in the same manner Chica's legs were. The other leg, which was lacking the fur, was lying on the ground next to Foxy's other arm. The one that had been attached to his shoulder had a huge scythe taking up the lower part of his elbow, the scythe being double the size of Foxy's head. Just like with Chica, Foxy also had an empty eye-socket.

''Bloody hell, I didn't expect that,'' Springtrap muttered, feeling shocked by their discovery. He stepped closer to examine them. They were slightly taller than he was. ''Seems like this is what Connor was working on the whole time.''

''Um, Spring…'' Springtrap turned to Sam, who gave him a nervous look. ''If Foxy and Chica are here, where the hell are Freddy and Bonnie?''

Suddenly, they heard scraping sounds coming from outside the room. Springtrap quickly went over to the door, trying to hear whether anyone was in the hallway. There were scraping sounds again, but it didn't seem like they were coming from the hallway, so he opened the door and peeked outside, realizing that the noise was coming from the room with the conveyor belt. He turned back to Sam, who had a worried look on her expression.

''We're trapped here,'' he said. ''They're in the room outside the hallway, and I fear that they might decide to check this area.''

''So, what are we supposed to do now?'' Sam asked. ''I mean, we need to get out, but if Freddy and Bonnie are patrolling outside, it won't be easy to get past them.''

''You know, we could use that device to mess with their programming,'' Springtrap said, with Sam shaking her head.

''Springtrap, you don't know at what frequency they are working,'' she said. ''That device won't only incapacitate them, but you as well; that is, if it works on them.''

''You're right,'' Springtrap said, frowning. ''I do wonder what their reaction would be to seeing another animatronic. I could distract them in order for you to escape.''

''I'm not leaving you-'' Sam cut herself off as she heard the scraping sounds again, followed by a door being shut. This time, they were much louder, seemingly coming from the hallway. She backed away from the door, her heart racing, while Springtrap stood in front of her. Both were anxious, anticipating one of those nightmarish animatronics to barge into the room. However, the animatronic outside walked past them, and they could hear another door further down the hallway open. They realized that this was their chance to escape.

Springtrap quickly opened the door, turning to the other end of the hallway and noticing a brown figure entering the boiler room. Sam joined him in the hallway, turning to the exit, when the bear animatronic suddenly returned to the hallway, seeing them. His eyes were glowing as he let out an inhuman screech.

''Run!''

Sam darted towards the exit, with Springtrap following her, and slammed the door open, stumbling into the room with the conveyor belt. Springtrap shut the door behind them, hearing a loud thud sound a few seconds later, with the animatronic behind the door scratching and snarling like a wild animal as Springtrap kept it shut.

However, before they had time to react, they heard another animalistic snarl, with both of them looking at the source, shocked to see a lavender bunny glaring back at them from the other end of the room. The animatronic suddenly lunged at Sam, completely ignoring Springtrap.

''Sam!''

Suddenly, the door behind him slammed open, knocking him on the ground as the nightmarish version of Freddy entered the room. Springtrap turned around, staring at Freddy as the latter slowly approached him, tilting his head, his blank eyes glowing in the darkness. This Freddy was sharing the same black top hat as the Freddy Springtrap knew, although his black bowtie was made out of light fabric, tied around his neck. His head was narrow and his torso had stitches, with cables tying the chest to the stomach area. Four hoses dug into his shoulders, connected to a pair of gas tanks on his back, and his arms had holes in them. Springtrap realized that this is where the makeshift flamethrower went.

He tried to get up, only for this twisted version of Freddy to grab his throat with his clawed hand and slam him on the floor, pinning him down. Springtrap's eyes flared purple in fear and frustration as he realized just how strong this animatronic was. Freddy then leaned over closer, seemingly curious about Springtrap, only for the latter to kick his chest. Freddy let him go, staggering back, with Springtrap using the moment of distraction to get up and look around for a weapon. He managed to grab a metal pipe that was lying underneath the conveyor belt and swung it at Freddy's head, with the animatronic getting knocked down on the ground.

As Springtrap stepped back from the animatronic, he realized that this macabre version of Freddy, was pretty much unharmed, and that he needed to find another way to deal with him. Clutching the pipe in his hands, he felt chills as it dawned him that Bonnie and Sam weren't in the room either. Suddenly, rage overwhelmed him and he slammed the pipe once again at Freddy's head as the latter tried to get up, seemingly leaving the animatronic in daze. However, that still didn't prevent him from getting up.

Springtrap stared at Freddy, despair slowly replacing the rage he felt, knowing that there was nothing he could do except try to get away from this animatronic and hope that he would find Sam unharmed. Freddy snarled as he attempted to get up, but before he could attack Springtrap, the latter ran and quickly escaped through the other door across the room. However, as Freddy reached the door, Springtrap was already gone. The twisted animatronic stared at the empty hallway for a few seconds, then stepped inside, searching for Springtrap. Unknown to him, he just passed the air-vent the bunny animatronic was hiding in.

Springtrap sighed in relief as Freddy walked away, but he knew that this nightmare wasn't over yet. He had no idea where Sam was and he could only assume that she ran away during the commotion, chased by Bonnie.

If something happened to her… He shuddered. He didn't want to even think about it.

After taking a moment to calm down, he decided to find her by crawling through the air-vents, as they seemed to currently be the safest place in this building. He hoped that Sam would do the same, or at least try to lock herself inside a room. He grew more and more anxious every time he came across another air-vent grille, only to see an empty hallway or an empty room. Not to mention, it was dead silent in the building.

Where is she?

Springtrap was growing desperate, deciding to exit the air-vents at the next opening, only to see a faint source of light at the other end of the air-vent. He perked up, hoping that this was Sam, only to hear a door shut and see the light vanish. Still, he crawled over to the opening, exiting it and realizing that he was near the abandoned security guard office. He approached the door, knocking on it.

''Sam, are you inside? It's me!'' He anxiously waited for the door to open, only to feel a wave of relief when he saw Sam, who, while shaken, seemed to be unharmed. ''I thought I lost you- Are you hurt? What happened?''

''I'm fine,'' Sam replied, glad to see him. She quickly closed the door behind him and explained anxiously, ''Just as Freddy attacked you, Bonnie lunged at me, so I ran away. I managed to lose him, though, and figured it would be much safer to stay at the office.'' She glanced at the monitors, with Springtrap noticing that they were all turned on, showing parts of the building.

One of the cameras showed Bonnie prowling around, with Springtrap getting a better look at the twisted version of the animatronic he knew. This Bonnie was tall, with the most notable feature on him being his huge hands, which looked as if they could crush Sam's head into a pulp. He was also wearing a red tattered bowtie and had a deranged grin on his expression. Springtrap's grip around the pipe he was holding tightened.

''What should we do?'' Sam asked him. Springtrap lowered his head, trying to think of a solution. He had a few ideas on mind, but each of them felt too risky, as it involved them approaching those animatronics.

''Leaving isn't an option, is it?'' he muttered, looking at her. Sam's eyes narrowed.

''We cannot just leave them to roam around,'' she replied. ''Do you think that there's a way to dismantle them or something like that?''

''I believe that I'd be able to do that, but there are a few issues with that idea,'' Springtrap replied. ''I have no idea how those animatronics work and even if I figured that out, they would attack me the moment I approach them.''

''I see,'' Sam muttered, then looked back at him. ''Still, there has to be a way to distract the Drawkills…''

''I suppose there is- wait, Drawkills?'' Springtrap gave her a confused look. Sam shrugged.

''It's the name I gave them,'' she explained. ''The killing part is obvious, but they also look like someone tried to draw a nightmarish steampunk version of Freddy and his friends. Although, I do have to admit that they look pretty sick. I mean, imagine them at a horror attraction…''

''Sam, you're admiring the murderous robots that are trying to kill you,'' Springtrap said in a deadpan tone.

''Yeah, and you admired the Nightmares and Funtimes as well,'' Sam replied in a sarcastic tone, with Springtrap keeping quiet. Sam felt a knot in her stomach, shaking her head. ''We can talk about this later. Currently, we need to find a way how to deal with the Drawkills.''

''About that, I figured that we need to first stun them,'' Springtrap replied, focusing on their current task. ''It would've been easier if we had a taser to shock them, but Drawkill Freddy has a pair of gas tanks, which means that they might explode if they get ignited. I guess we'll have to use that device then, but before that, we also need to see how they react to it.''

''In other words, I'd have to be the one to activate it in their presence since you'll get incapacitated once it is turned on,'' Sam said, noticing the reluctant look on Springtrap's expression. ''I know, you don't want to put me in danger, but it's not like we have any other choice. So, what are we supposed to do afterwards?''

''That's the other issue. I don't have any references, like blueprints, so I don't know what their weak points are,'' Springtrap explained, holding up the pipe. ''They look rather sturdy, but I had managed to hit Freddy in the head several times and it did seem as if it affected him, even though he did get back up.''

''So, we should try to damage their heads once they get distracted and hope for the best,'' Sam said, feeling unnerved. ''What if it doesn't work?''

''Well, at least we tried,'' Springtrap muttered. ''Not to mention, I still need a few tools to dismantle them. Believe me, I have my own plans for them.''

Sam glanced at the monitors, seeing Drawkill Freddy and Drawkill Bonnie on them. She then turned to Springtrap with a determined expression, nodding.

''Let's go!''

xXx

Sam peeked through the grille, hoping to see Drawkill Freddy, as this was the way the animatronic headed according to what they had seen on the cameras.

''I guess the hunter becomes the hunted,'' Springtrap, who was behind her, said. The two then heard steps, accompanied by low growls, and they were getting louder. Springtrap's eyes flared purple as he glanced at Sam. ''We found him. Now it's your turn.''

Sam nodded and held up the device. ''Brace yourself.''

The moment she turned it on, Springtrap saw static appearing befor his eyes, with a buzzing noise ringing in his ears. He clutched his head in pain, but what he experienced seemed to pale in comparison to what Drawkill Freddy was experiencing. The animatronic let out an animalistic screech, trashing around as he clutched his head, even stumbling into the wall at one point. He looked completely disoriented, unable to deal with the pain he felt.

Sam quickly exited the air-vent, clutching the pipe in her hands and hitting Drawkill Freddy in the back of his head. However, this didn't do much except agitating the animatronic. Sam's eyes widened in shock as she stepped back. Drawkill Freddy was still trying to get her, only to be knocked over and held down by Springtrap, who was still trying to fight back the agonizing sensory overload he felt.

Sam approached him with the pipe, which he took and both of them rammed it into the back of Drawkill Freddy's head, leaving it stuck in the endoskeleton. Drawkill Freddy stopped trashing, his eyes turning dim, having deactivated. Springtrap felt another wave of static overwhelming him, clutching his head, only to feel relief once Sam turned the device off.

''Do you think you'll manage to go through another one?'' Sam asked worriedly as Springtrap got up, glancing at the motionless Drawkill animatronic.

''It's not as if I have another choice,'' Springtrap replied. ''The sooner we're done with this, the better.''

He then wrenched the pipe out of Drawkill Freddy's skull, with the two searching for Drawkill Bonnie. It was surprising the latter didn't come running down the hallway considering how much ruckus they made. Nevertheless, they wanted to draw Drawkill Bonnie's attention and have him find them.

''Just one more,'' Sam said, feeling tense. Both were alert as they were walking down the hallway, knowing that they had to find Drawkill Bonnie as soon as possible. After all, they had no idea whether Connor might return, and they didn't want an encounter with him.

Soon, they heard the familiar scraping sounds, knowing that Connor's creation was nearby. Sam held up the device, having lowered the frequency to the point where Springtrap wouldn't get so much affected by it. This time, they wanted to see just how strong it had to be for the Drawkills to go crazy.

The scraping sounds grew louder, with Springtrap's eyes flaring up as he held the pipe and peeked into the next corridor. Drawkill Bonnie was there, seemingly searching for Sam as he went back to the room with the conveyor belt. They followed him inside, only to realize that Drawkill Bonnie was nowhere in sight.

''What the- But, he was here a moment ago,'' Springtrap muttered as they looked around. The two stood in silence, but they couldn't hear anything.

''Where is he?'' Sam muttered, wandering over to the conveyor belt, wondering whether Drawkill Bonnie went to the workshop, while Springtrap went to the other entrance, frowning.

What is going on here?

''Springtrap!''

Springtrap turned around as he heard Sam screaming, and saw Drawkill Bonnie suddenly standing on the conveyor belt. The animatronic lunged at her, pinning her on the ground, with Sam yelling in pain. Springtrap ran over to them, only to have a wave of static flash before his eyes, realizing that Sam had managed to activate the device.

Drawkill Bonnie started to twitch, but was still holding Sam down, who turned the frequency up. The animatronic screeched, letting go of her, only to be knocked away by Springtrap, who rammed the pipe into his grinning mouth right through his head, pinning him against the wall. Drawkill Bonnie trashed, trying to reach for Springtrap, who had some difficulty to keep the former still, partly due to the animatronic fighting back and partly due to another sensory overload he was experiencing. He then drew the pipe out of the animatronic's mouth, with Drawkill Bonnie falling over snarling, only to have the pipe being rammed right into his head. This time, it worked, as the animatronic was motionless, his eyes dim.

Springtrap relaxed as his vision became clear and the buzzing stopped. He turned to Sam, who managed to sit up, having turned the device off. He walked over to her.

''Are you okay?'' he asked worriedly as he crouched next to her.

''I feel a little sore,'' Sam said, rubbing her shoulder. ''Drawkill Bonnie was hiding behind the conveyor belt. Honestly, I have no idea how he figured out that we were following him.'' She sighed. ''I'm just glad it's over now.''

''Well, it's not completely over,'' Springtrap said, tilting his head as his eyes glowed in a soft purple. ''You won't mind helping me out, will you?''

Sam simply grinned, nodding eagerly.

xXx

''There, finished.''

Springtrap stood up, stepping back and crossing his arms. He was staring at Raven, who was twitching. Then, Raven started to sway, moving his legs as if trying to get up. His eyes were glowing and his beak opened and closed several times.

''Krach- Krach-''

''Seems like it will take a while for you to get used to this,'' Springtrap said, a little disappointed that Raven had trouble moving. However, the work he had done on the animatronic was much better than Connor's. Not only had he cleaned the voice box, but also fixed the rusty joints that prevented Raven from moving. ''If you're even a little similar to Puppet and the other animatronics who were possessed, you'd act out on the memories that you had stored.''

''In other words, Raven will probably lash out at Connor,'' Sam said, observing the animatronic curiously. While she hadn't done any repairs on the animatronics, she did help Springtrap by bringing him necessary tools, holding parts or simply listening to his instructions as he showed and explained to her what he was doing. While she did have some difficulty understanding how robots worked, she did show interest in it. She then glanced at Springtrap. ''We should leave now. It's been hours since we arrived here.''

Springtrap nodded, with the two leaving Raven just as he had leaned against the table, lifting his arm to reach for the top in order to get up. They had figured that it would take him a while to get start walking and using his voice box properly.

As they entered the hallway, briefly checking the room where they found the Drawkills. However, instead of seeing the twisted versions of familiar animatronics, all that was there were dismantled animatronic parts strewn all across the room. Springtrap even went so far as to tear out and destroy the circuit boards and whatever other devices he had found inside the animatronics, which meant that Connor had to start his work all over again.

''He's going to be mad,'' Sam commented as she closed the door.

''At least he'll understand the message I sent him,'' Springtrap said, grinning as his eyes flared up purple. He never considered himself a sadistic person, but he certainly did enjoy tearing the Drawkills apart. ''Those animatronics may be intimidating, but Connor is still a complete amateur. He has no idea what kind of game he's playing and I sincerely doubt he'll ever learn.''

''Which makes this whole situation even more concerning,'' Sam said as they walked through the room with the conveyor belt and towards the air-vent they used to get inside. ''He may get even more unhinged than he already is.''

''I have to agree with you,'' Springtrap said. He knew that she wasn't really looking forward to the aftermath of this event, and honestly, neither was he.

A few minutes later, they had exited the building and went to the car, with Sam turning it on and driving them back home. Springtrap leaned back, observing the factory as they passed it, noticing that there wasn't anyone but them on the road.

He tried to relax a little as he watched the landscape, but after all he went through today and the previous night, he felt exhausted. Honestly, he wanted to go to sleep, but he still couldn't figure out whether that was even possible. He glanced at Sam, who looked quite tired, trying to stay focused on the road. He knew that she was just as exhausted as he was, if not even more. He then looked back outside, noticing his own reflection on the window, his eyes still glowing.

Now, all we can do is to wait.

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ducktracy · 1 year

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for the art asks: 3, 4, 11, 21 :)

3. Least favorite things to draw?

THIS IS GENUINELY HARD… “i don’t have one” is such a cheater answer! but as i’ve drawn more and more and gotten more out of my comfort zone, i find i don’t really dread drawing anything as much? being a professional artist is kind of nice because regardless of how you feel about what you’re drawing (not talking like morally objectionable stuff of course), you still GOTTA DRAW IT! which actually sounds horrible now that i put it that way BUT I MEAN IT IN A GOOD WAY LOL. like, i can groan and gripe about something, but at the end of the day there’s an end product that needs to be achieved and grumbling to myself isn’t gonna do me any favors.

i used to not like drawing cars, which i know is a pretty shared experience, but having gotten used to drawing cars for work or personal art i don’t mind as much anymore, and actually enjoy the challenge! i’m always looking to challenge myself, and i think that mindset has helped me a lot. i always tell my supervisors that i’ll draw anything they put in front of me LOL

4. Favorite things to draw?

TOO MANY TO LIST… so predictable of me to say this but Daffy and/or Porky are definitely up there regardless HAHA. it is very true though! they’re very forgiving to me. i can get into their minds well, and they’ve known me and my pencil enough to know what to do. we have a good relationship!! they’re always two characters i can draw with ease and feel good drawing. i will never run out of inspiration with them.

like any artist, i have a lot of Personal Artistic Philosophies, and one of my biggest is that i view my art as a conversation. i try to get into the heads of the characters i draw. at the same time, i feel like a director—telling them where to stand, what to pose, what to emote, no, this isn’t working, i need a little more from you, good, good, maybe try it like this, etc. it’s something i’ve embraced tenfold as of late, seeing as my job relies on this whole principle—getting into the minds of the characters and making them act believably, endearingly, and innocently funny. i really just like getting to draw any sort of character that i can build that “”relationship”” with, so to speak. it’s especially nice with my favorite characters or characters who are receptive to me back, so like Daffy or Porky or SpongeBob and so on.

on a LESS philosophical note though, i DO love painting as well. i really enjoy every part of the art process (and i’m not just saying that!), but i find coloring and painting and rendering particularly zen. it’s rewarding to watch the fruits of my labor come together and materialize! likewise, there’s less stress, because painting and coloring can be more ambiguous—i’m not doing thumbnails or rough layers of how i’m gonna color something, not struggling to figure out the construction or perspective of color. it’s a nice leisurely change of pace and is something i find relaxing… which is good and rare considering i’m firing on all cylinders otherwise! my mind is always going 37466372mph and so it’s nice to have something to ground it.

11. Favorite comment you’ve ever received on your work?

THIS I DO HAVE A MORE STRAIGHTFORWARD ANSWER TO HAHA.. i’m so fortunate enough to have been told many, many kind things from friends, coworkers, supervisors, followers and strangers alike. i make a point to internalize every compliment i get—acts of kindness are something i take very seriously and i’m very, very sentimental. i’ve been told many great things over the years and i am sincerely lucky for all of them.

one of the most profound, though, was Bob Clampett’s daughter, Ruth, commenting this on my tribute to The Great Piggy Bank Robbery (and yes i’m posting the screenshot because i still can’t believe it!!)

i’ve been lucky to have been told MANY nice things.. but i don’t think a single comment has ever made me bawl like a baby more than that one LOL. i still get emotional thinking about it! it reminded me of how eternally lucky i am to be doing what i am.

21. Weirdest thing you’ve ever drawn?

THERE’S QUITE A VARIETY TO CHOOSE FROM.. i have “i was on deviantArt when i was 11” syndrome so that spawned a lot of. interesting things. i truly could not narrow it down.. but i immediately thought of this one so. i don’t know what it means or who this is either

thanks for the asks!!

#long post #asks #anonymous #thank you EVERYONE for the asks i’ll hit them ASAP!

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aperfectcircle10 · 5 months

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- Control. I can't be with a controlling person I build internal resentment and hatred towards them if I feel trapped. Because I understand energy and I believe strongly in the value of free will. Control should never be perceived as love or caring or even safety. You shouldn't give up your freedom of self for safety. People that really need to control others are seeking power. Is all about power. Never love. They believe they need the power to gain something. Could even be love they want to gain - But they believe they need power and they can gain power controlling you. Highly dysfunctional.

-Cutting off contact and saying you care. Love is in fact an open door.

The entire time I have gone through the terrible time I've been having with Max we both have had the ability to direct message if we wanted to. Granted I do not feel direct communication with him has given me clarity at all in this process so the communication has been rendered useless in making progress with things bothering me... but the fact is there has been an open door. He didn't message me or come to my house. He only makes indirect points anyway apparently.

I know I have been crazy but I truly believe the way people leave tells alot about who we are. It's possible to be mature enough to let ppl go and leave a door if you are going to claim you care.

With him of course there's nothing I can do about indirect communication so I guess it doesn't matter but I'm just saying this is a behavior that told me alot about myself. I leave the door to communicate with me open whether people do or don't is who they are.

Significantly, because, if I truly close a door on someone - I never want to be bothered again. Like my brother David. The door is closed and I do not want any relationship. So to me closing a door means something different.

This is not about Max. Or you. Or anyone else. This is about who I am as a person, woman, friend, and spiritual being. Not what you say. What I say.

People acting like at any age you're supposed to stop growing and have everything settled and completely figured out. I think those thoughts hurt people I think they are poison and soul rot and I've thought so since I was a teenager. Partially maybe because I learned I was more mature than some adults but also as I've grown older I still just think it makes no sense to think that way no matter what you have already accomplished it really pisses me off.

What are you supposed to do sit down and rot and die.

Yes those thoughts only make me feel worse and they should even if I'm successful because they are fucking dumb ideology. Just another thing like everything stupid about society.

Age does bring limitations. Should definitely be mindful not ignorant. But I feel like at least 50 percent of the limitations people feel are truly cultural not physical. Maybe more than 50 percent.

I feel like this is tied to my purpose because I get so mad thinking about it. Not about any one person either like it really is a social issue ppl just accept and I feel like I wanna scream why. I bet the world would seriously be significantly better if people didn't have these thoughts. Imagine people being more optimistic and open minded just because they actually want to learn and grow instead of feeling stupid or like they need to know everything. Alot of societies problems come from ageism. Even if we don't analyze the problem enough. And I'm not going to save ppl from the ways of the world. It's what thinking this way does it shuts people's minds, makes them stubborn.. let alone the unhappiness and personal suffering. It's a huge problem.

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pov-youbrokeup · 2 years

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Day 6- Weekend part 1

Waking up later than I’d like to is never a good idea, it always sets me out for a bad start to my day. Because then I get frustrated with myself for missing part of the day, part of my very valued and cherished weekend. My heart was heavy with pain, as I had still been talking to my ex. Since the initial break up, we had agreed to stay friends as we still liked the thought of having each other in our lives. He struggled to accept that we had actually split up and liked to perceive this as a break instead.

But after the actions of last night, I am unsure over how I feel about him and his actions- whether having him in my life is a good idea. Things have been guilt trip-y since the break up, but I understood... I always understood just how he was hurting inside and tried not to let his words affect me. But last night, it seems as if I made the mistake of saying that things will get better in time and he will meet someone else who will make him happy. Because then he wanted me to confirm if I had made my choice, and what should I have done? I couldn’t not confirm things to him, I had to tell him the honest truth- because I was fed up with a web of lies.

And that’s when it started.

Him wanting to know, almost begging to know, whether I had found someone else- despite me having told him that I am using this time for me, myself and I. I didn’t know what to say in that moment, I was stunned that he would even think that after ten months- I would ditch him so quickly just to find someone new and start something fresh. I assured him I hadn’t and he apologised for asking- but then he started saying concerning things. He started saying that he felt as if he wanted to ‘end things’ and that his ‘time on earth was complete’. I remember my heart beating faster than ever before, I remember trying to contain my panic whilst I wanted to get him to confirm that he didn’t mean it. But he just wouldn’t. He kept going on and insisting and alas, another moment where I am rendered speechless. What do I even say to him? What do I even do?

The only thing that is running through my mind at this time is thoughts of the aftermath of if he actually did, the guilt I would carry to the grave and the way that this would affect everything and everyone around him. I almost felt it to be my responsibility to talk him out of doing such a thing, but how would I talk someone out if they appeared so dedicated. I had an extensive personal history of mental health and suicidal thoughts, so I can somewhat understand what must be going through his head.

Things calm down in the end, but waking up today and the morning goes on- I feel angrier, realisation of the seriousness of what had actually happened washing over me. He apologised for it all this morning, by the way, but even so- that makes nothing better. He knows every single detail of my personal history and yet he still believes this is the right course to take. And why? Why would he do this? Why would he say this type of stuff? How will this be affected when I do one day meet someone else- will he go on this tangent again?

It is another exposed colour of him that I was blissfully unaware of for the whole ten months we were together... but what do I do now?

#breakup #journal #moving on #feelings #emotional

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abyssanyon · 2 years

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i think it would be really funny if techno just wore technomerch the whole lore stream. and for the next streams. this is canon now.

[img ID: Two digital drawings of Technoblade. In the first drawing, he's standing with his left arm a little outstretched, as if to push away his cape. Under his cape, he's wearing one of his merch: a red long sleeve tee with a large Technoblade black lettering logo in the middle. At the right arm, where he's holding a handle of an axe, the sleeve has 6 small Technoblade pigs. There is lava behind him. To the bottom left of the drawing is a small cartoon dog. Dialogue reads: "Hello Dream! Bet you didn't expect me here."

In the second drawing, it's a simple drawing of Techno with a red hoodie under his cape. On the left side of the chest is a small Technoblade pig logo. His hands are in the hoodie pockets and some purple stars are next to his head.

end ID.]

#technoblade #technofanart #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp technoblade #dsmp techno #look guys. if connor can be in a sonic onesie. this can happen too #id draw him in his big pig form too but i also have college #i told myself: i am NOT going to render this seriously #i can't. i don't have the energy... but i need to make this joke!!#hence Apollo just lookin a little skrunkly #anyway if anyone wants to buy me technomerch that would be really pog-#kutch art

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clairecrive · 3 years

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can u make a nikolai x reader based on the song mr perfectly fine by taylor swift?

Mr Perfectly fine

A/n: Ahh, thank to you friend, I've been jamming to this song every day lmao Hope I've done it justice x Also, I've left out some parts of the lyrics to make it better fit the story.

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for my other masterlists, you can find them on my navigation page

Word count: more than 7K (ikik it took a life of his own, what can I say)

Warnings: bit of fluff, angst (like a lot), character's death, spoiler if you haven't read Siege and Storm

Tagging: @jupiterandbutterflies (Thank you so much for your comment! I saw it and it made my day✨)

(I don't remember where I took this from so if you know pls lmk)

Most people knew of Nikolai Lanstov. He was a prince, the second born and the most charming. Most people knew him thanks to the countless rumours that went around at court: supposedly he was not of royal blood. "Sobachka" was what they called him.

No matter how though, everyone knew of the last Lanstov prince. But very little knew him.

Meeting him wasn't difficult. Since he had been of age, Nikolai had always been out of the Grand Palace and among people. He’d also volunteered to enlist in the first army, refusing any kind of special treatment and fought beside his brothers in arms in the infantry. That was part of the reason why everyone outside the court loved him so much.

Being Grisha meant that fighting in the Second Army was mandatory. Not that you minded. There was nothing you wanted more for your people than to finally be free. Also, that Shadow Fold needed to go and as the Darkling has always said, all efforts are necessary.

That’s how you met Nikolai the first time. Generally, the First and the Second Army were stationed in different parts of the campsite. Numerous quarrels between oprichniki and Grisha had rendered the separation necessary. However, you never liked crowds much and living in the Little Palace meant that you were always surrounded by people. So, every chance you had to draw away and be by yourself for a while, you took it. Also, being a Healer meant that you’d spent more time in your assigned tent taking care of soldiers than among them.

Word had gone around that everyone in need could come to you. Usually, you had been instructed by the Darkling that your powers were reserved for Grisha. However, what good was it to have the ability to cure people and only take care of a selected few that very rarely got seriously injured? Meanwhile, soldiers of the First Army often suffered from severe injuries, fatal gunshots or knife wounds. You could help them and possibly save their lives so why shouldn’t you?

That was why Nikolai found you one night. Sure at that point it was just another nameless soldier to you. He had never been in your tent before so you had never seen his face before. The boy whose arm he had draped on his shoulders though, was a usual visitor of yours.

“Oh, Petyr, what happened this time?” gesturing to his blond friend to lay him down on the table, you started gathering everything you needed. Not that you needed much but you had found out that Petyr was absolutely incapable of bearing having his bones or injuries in general repaired without having some kind of pain reliever before.

After a few tries, you came up with a herbal composition that dulled the pain but didn’t make him unconscious. Using kvas would mean that Petyr would be knocked out for a couple of hours. That would put him in trouble with his superiors.

“He’s a fool, that’s what happened.” The explanation came from his friend after he put him down gently. Despite his words, you could hear in his tone worry and guilt?

“If saving your life makes me a fool then go ahead and call me one,” Petyr huffed in pain.

“Who knew you were so brave, uh?” After quickly shredding the herbs you needed, you poured hot water on it and brought the cup to Petyr’s lips while helping him keep his head up.

“He’s the bravest of us all,”

“If I knew it took a bullet wound to make you hand out compliments so easily, I would have done it sooner.” Scoffed Petyr after sending you a thankful look.

“See? What did I tell you? A fool,” his friend said dramatically and you smiled amused at their playful banter.

“Let’s see what we’re dealing with, shall we?” You said out loud to warn both Petyr and his friend. Letting them know what was about to happen was best, your experience taught you. Both for the person on the table that could brace themselves for what was about to happen and for the person with him that was filled with worry and cautiousness. Oprichniki didn’t trust Grisha that much.

After assessing the damage, you let out a relieved sigh as the bullet had gotten through and it had not hit any major artery. It had already got infected though, so you knew it would be a painful one to treat.

“So, did you receive any letters lately, Pety?” You ask, suggestively wiggling your eyebrows while your hands cover the wound. You had your eyes closed to better focus but you were sure that he had rolled his eyes.

“Only from my mum.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t write her back,” you said, opening your eye just in time to send him a glare.

“Ugh, not this again, y/n, please. Have mercy on me, I’m bleeding all over the table.” Petyr moaned making his friend snicker.

“You’re not bleeding all over the table and if you didn’t notice, I’m already taking care of you, am I not? That doesn’t excuse you for being an idiot, though.”

“Are you two in cahoots or something? It’s not fair. Wounded man over here.”

“Oh shut up.” Both you and his blond friend said at the same time. Petyr moaned once again and you sent a little amused smile to the blondie.

“Should I leave you with a cool battle scar? Maybe acting like a war hero will give you the balls to write to her.” You harmlessly threatened him but your hands were already reconnecting the tissue of his skin without letting it scar.

“I’ve told you, y/n. She deserves better than what I can give her. I am, who knows if I even make it home? I’d be only stringing her along.” Now Petyr was dead serious. It was true, you had talked about this often since he was a regular you got to know him better and he had soon told you about his sweet Katia.

While his friend chanted “fool” like a mantra in the background, you took his bloodied hand in yours, his wound fully healed.

“Petyr, how do you think she’s gonna react when she learns that there hasn’t been any delay to her letters but you’re just ignoring her? Besides, you should let her make this decision too. Who knows, she’ll surprise you.” Squeezing his hand you turned to let your words settle and to put away your utensils. You knew you had given him so much food for thought so you didn’t address the subject anymore. His friend helped him off the table and that’s when you noticed that he was injured too. He had a pretty nasty cut on his lower lip and there was already a bruise forming on his temple.

“Petyr, you can sit on my chair while I take care of your friend. You should be fine but for at least a while don’t stress your body.”

Mentally making a list of the things you need to tend to this kind of wound and where you kept them, you started collecting before heading back to them.

Petyr had sat down but his friend was still standing.

“You don’t have to lie down if you don’t want to, but unless you don’t want me to go take a ladder or something, it would be best if you sat on the table.” You gave him your best reassuring smile as you mixed the healing paste. Sometimes, men didn’t like to put themselves in a vulnerable position with someone they didn’t know and had learned to fear. He wasn’t that badly hurt and it would only take a couple of seconds to fix but not every oprichniki was comfortable with being healed by Grisha power. So the paste would do your job for you. It would take longer, sure and it would also sting a lot more but at least he’d be healed at last.

After looking at you for a little while, the blond man did as you instructed, giving you a dazzling smile in return when you settled between his legs to fix his cut.

“The name is Nikolai or handsome if you prefer.” It was not the first time a wounded soldier tried to flirt with you. IT didn’t bother you, you found them amusing more than anything and you knew it was the allure of someone taking care of them speaking more than any real interest.

“Let’s hope you won’t be around here much for me to learn your name.”

“I’ll have to find another way to make myself unforgettable then.” He winked at you before hopping off the table.

You didn’t address his words, only gave them the paste you had prepared. It would prevent any wound from being infected and would be able to cure small cuts and bruises if applied for a couple of days. With that, you sent them both on their way. Petyr waving you goodbye while Nikolai sent you another wink.

And so this was how it all started.

Mr. "Perfect face"

Mr. "Here to stay"

Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away"

Everything was right

Despite your fellow Grisha, military life could be a bit alienating. Which sounded like a paradox, sure, but everyone had their own way of processing trauma and emotions and of course there were plenty of those during the war. If the best way to come to terms with everything that happened was to distance yourself from others and try to find the solution in solitude, it could get to the point where you’d feel alone in a room full of people.

To get a little respite, you’d usually go on a long walk or resort to stargaze. Sometimes, depending on where you were posted, it wasn’t safe to leave the campsite. So, that’s how Nikolai found you one night. Even he had to take a breather once in a while. Being a different version of yourself based on who you’re interlocutor was must be exhausting. Of course, you didn’t know this. You knew nothing about Nikolai at that point if not that he was Petyr’s friend and a socialite, according to other soldiers.

He seemed to be at the centre of gossip no matter what group of people you found yourself with and there also seemed to be a consensus about him. Everyone liked him. Even if it was rare for some Grisha to appreciate oprichniki, you knew they somewhat respected him because if they didn’t praise him out loud, they didn’t speak ill of him either.

“Not a fan of crowds, are you?” he announced his presence before sitting down beside you.

“I love them, I really do. It’s just that sometimes it gets too much.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel.”

“You do? Everyone seems to think you’re a socialite.”

“It’s what I want them to think but alas, I enjoy being more complex and multifaceted than that.” He lightly bumped your shoulder with his, eyes aflame with mischief.

“I bet.” you simply smirked. Despite how everyone seemed to think they knew him, you got the peculiar vibe from him, like there was a lot more to him than what he let everyone see.

“No one seems to know much about you.”

“Maybe you’ve talked to the wrong people.”

“Well, then I guess it’s better if I got straight to the source, don’t you think?”

“That will surely be a better start. Not sure you’ll find what you’re looking for though.”

“We’ll see.”

That night had been the first of many. It had become a sort of an unspoken arrangement between the two of you. While it didn’t last long, you sensed that you got to know him better than everyone. There was something about late nights meetings under the stars that prompted deep and meaningful conversations. It wasn’t hard to form a solid bond with him after a few nights.

The conversations weren’t always personal in the conventional sense. You’d often stray and talk about the most bizarre things. Like why something had the name it had or how cool it’d be if it was possible to pass through surfaces, which led to imagine all the uncomfortable situations one could find themselves in if they were to simply go into a room through its wall.

Nikolai was witty, overly confident and ambitious and he knew a lot of things. You always wondered how he had learned them since he was so young and been in the army for a couple of years already. But Nikolai was never too forward on certain topics, his family and childhood being some of those. You understood, those were sore subjects for you too. So you never insisted. It was much more interesting to listen to him rumble about impossible future projects of his, like a flying ship.

"When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable." He’d say whenever you’d point it out to him. Somehow, despite the absolute absurdity of them, the sheer confidence that he seemed to constantly exude, made you consider the possibility of his success.

You got the distinct feeling that there was nothing this man couldn’t do.

But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart"

Mr. "Leaves me all alone," I fall apart

It takes everything in me just to get up each day

But it's wonderful to see that you're okay

But, alas, as all things do, these encounters of yours also got to an end. You knew it would happen, you were both soldiers so your lives were both heavily characterised by uncertainty after all. However, you were not prepared for it to end so abruptly though. And without an apparent reason. Because Nikolai’s unit hadn’t been posted elsewhere and he hadn’t been fatally wounded. You would have heard of it were that the case. But it wasn’t.

You thought that he had come to cherish your nightly encounters too. Some of those had been full of his promises. How he’d love for you to be around when he’d eventually find the time to work on his ideas. How you had been a nice surprise, a most interesting person among so many dull idiots you were surrounded by every day. How he’d come to value your opinions and presence in his life and that he was going to find a way to make sure that that would never change. Promises that turned to be empty.

You had never allowed yourself to fully believe him. It wasn’t the first time that a boy had made the same kind of promises but Nikolai looked sincere. Honest enough to be believable. But, of course, you had been wrong.

You didn’t realise just how much you had come to rely on him until he was gone. You tried to keep your mind off him and luckily the perfect distraction came your way. The Darkling had scheduled an attack on the enemy’s army and had posted you to be on the field to take care of everyone promptly. You had never been more grateful to the man, even after he had given her a home and a purpose.

Ever since your first encounter with Nikolai, you had thought it had been a blessing. However, you had soon changed your mind and now considered a curse more than anything. Why? Because as soon as you got to the field you couldn’t help but scour the troops for a familiar mop of blond hair. Many looked like him and being this far you couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t one of them but you certainly despised the leap your heart made every time though. That was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Besides, it wasn’t smart to let your heart get involved in times of war.

The battle began, Inferni and Squallers were working together to impair the enemy’s visual so they couldn’t shoot or use their cannons while the First Army marched after them to swap in as soon as the air cleared to catch the enemy by surprise. While your role wasn’t active per se, you were a Corporalki after all, and even if you had been specifically trained as Healer, you had also got one of your friends to teach you the basics of an Heartrender’s work. You weren’t a powerful one but you could hold your ground in a fight. Especially since they weren’t expecting you. And you were still far from any real threat.

The battle dragged on and soon there were wounded soldiers that needed your attention. You hated this kind of work, it was messy and dirty and had to be quick because spending too much time on one soldier could mean dooming another to death. You were accustomed to it by now and soon found a rhythm focusing on ensuring everyone’s survival and not bothering with the aesthetic side of healing. That could be taken care of later if they wanted to.

As soon as your eyes fell onto a crouched figure you sprinted towards them. It was dirty and you didn’t recognize them but you got the feeling it was a life or death situation. Oh, how you wanted to be wrong.

The person crouching turned out to be Nikolai and he wasn’t alone. He was kneeling beside someone, Petyr.

“Where are you hurt?” you hurriedly asked as you tried to assess the damage. His uniform was dirty and full of blood but you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Trying to answer you, Petyr opened his mouth only to let out the most gruesome gurgling sound as his respiratory tract was flooded by blood.

“He got shot in the gut.” Nikolai offered.

“Is the bullet still inside?” Opening his uniform jacket you tore a piece from his shirt to use it to put pressure on the wound.

“It’s too late,” Nikolai uttered.

“No.” You strongly refused as you removed the cloth and focused on the wound. His heart was straightening and he had already lost a lot of blood. If the bullet was still inside that it was going to be a problem, if it wasn’t then you still had a fighting chance.

“I removed it earlier.” So that was why he had lost so much blood. Nodding your head to show that you had heard him, you set out to stop the internal bleeding. Slowing his heartbeat so that it was pumping less blood and thus eased your endeavour. You were still in the middle of the field and while you were keeping up with the warfare but in the back of your mind, you registered the sounds of screaming and of gunshots getting closer. A bullet hit you in the shoulder propelling you forward over Petyr’s body. Grisha’s kefta were bulletproof so you weren’t worried for your incolumity but for the harsh movement you had made.

Leaning back, you heard Nikolai calling for you but your eyes were trained on Petyr. You tried to listen for his heartbeat but could only hear two instead of three. Nikolai, who had never left your side, immediately understood what had happened by the fall of your shoulders and the tensing of your hands.

He kept calling for you but the only thing you could focus on was that you had let your friend down. Now there will be one more family crying for a loss, another girl mourning a lost loved one. And it was all your fault. It was because of you that Petyr wouldn’t live to see another day, to write another letter or to fight another battle. It was on you.

The details of what happened next were a bit blurred. Someway you must have found your way back to the campsite. Whether you did on your own after tending to everyone else, you didn’t know. Your memories picked up after you woke up in your tent. Someone was calling your name, saying that the Darkling wanted to see you.

Mechanically you raised and made your way to the Darkling’s tent but your mind was elsewhere. Your thoughts were plagued by Petyr’s face, by that godforsaken sound he made when he tried to speak. The realisation that he was gone hit you like a wall of brick that would have made you stumble if you weren't’ sat in front of the Darkling’s desk. Whether he was speaking and stopped after seeing the forlorn look in your eyes or he hadn’t been speaking at all, you didn’t realize. You did hear him say that you were going to be posted somewhere. Under different circumstances you have said something, anything to not let him send you away. Your mind immediately went to Nikolai. You’d be leaving him behind along with the campsite.

However, you now realised that you had already lost him. Losing Petyr had been the last thing that had completely severed your bond. There was no turning back now and part of you was grateful.

Hello Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breaking mine?

I've been Miss "Misery" since your goodbye

And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"

You couldn’t know, of course, but Nikolai had left not long after you did. Albeit for a different reason. He had finally earned the Major rank and as such, he took a step back from military life deciding that his skill would be better suited for a life on the sea. Assuring Ravka the supply she needed but in ways that weren’t exactly suitable for a prince but worked just fine for a privateer. And thus Sturmhond came to life.

As for you, you kept doing your job at your new post but were relieved when a letter came from the Darkling instructing that you were needed at the Little Palace. Part of you had relegated Nikolai to that part of your mind where the unmentionable was, however, a traitor thought whispered that maybe there was a chance that you could see him at the royal grounds. Sure, the possibilities were close to zero but it was still possible, right?

No.

You already were ashamed of the fact that you’re still suffering because of him. And yes, you missed him but you weren’t going to indulge the pathetic hope of seeing him again.

He doesn’t want to see you. If he did, he would have already found you. Or write you a letter if he couldn’t, but he didn’t.

You were right. You knew you were, nonetheless, the thought only brought you a bittersweet feeling.

You found the Little Palace just how you’d left it and yet it seemed changed in a way. The insane amount of work you found there waiting for you helped you drown the feeling that it was you that had changed.

Months passed this way, sometimes the Darkling would post you with him or outside the Little Palace. All in all, you’ve kept busy. When news of the little prince leaving the Palace reached you, you let it wash over you. It wasn’t like it mattered much, whether he was a few feet away or in another nation, Nikolai wasn’t part of your life either way.

When the whole expansion of the Fold happened, you were stationed at the Little Palace. Chaos and terror ensued as soon as the news reached the capital making most of the Grisha flee. Most of them went looking for the Darkling while others simply ran away and hid. You were amongst the first group.

Soon, your life was radically changed. The shift in the Darkling was palpable and it didn’t have anything to do with the scars on his face. You had tried your best to heal them and Genya to tailor them away but somehow, they could not be removed. It was an unsettling thing to realize that they didn’t take away his beauty. One could even say that they enhanced his attractiveness.

He was certainly more powerful. None of you knew what had happened in the Fold that day, just that the Sun Summoner had fled and that there were no survivors apart from him. However, as your journey in pursuit of Alina dragged on, you were soon witnesses of his newfound power.

The nichevo’ya, he called them.

He had always been immensely powerful. One of a kind. But this- this was different. And as dread settled among your group as you watched them in action, realisation sat heavily on your shoulders.

He soon found a trail and traced Alina in Novyi Zem and set out to reach the island by hiring Sturmhond’s crew. He was a famous pirate after all and despite his unreliability, the Darkling was sure that as long as he got his money, he wouldn't be a problem.

In the round trip, you didn’t see much of the captain anyway. Some members of his crew were amiable enough, particularly the Yul-Baatar twins. You had even asked Tamar to spar with you from time to time. Your lessons with Botnik were a distant memory and you knew that mastering combat training skills could increase your chance at survival.

When Alina and Mal were held captive though, that’s when Sturmhond made an appearance. He looked younger than you’d thought and there was something oddly familiar in the way he held himself. Still, you didn't talk with him much. Your job was to take care of Alina and so you spent most of your time in her room.

It wasn’t until the Darkling asked Mal to track Rusalye and consequently spent more time with Alina that you had a chance to talk with him. It was during one of your night shifts when he approached you, the Darkling had wanted some of his to always be patrolling the ship.

“What could possibly make a little thing like you be amidst this wretched company?”

“It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess.”

“The thrill of adventure?”

“There’s plenty of it everywhere you go if you’re Grisha, even if you just go on a stroll.”

“Is that why you follow him?”

“I owe everything to him.”

“I’m sure you realize your role in this.”

“Of course I do. I’m not some naive girl who has a crush on her general.”

“Ah, so who, pray tell, do you have a crush on then, beautiful lady?”

“You’re certainly noisy for a pirate.”

“Privateer,” he corrected you, “there’s not much to do around here is it?”

“Not if you have everyone taking care of it, no.”

“Amuse me.”

“It isn’t wise to let the heart get involved in times of war.” That was all you were willing to share. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, the twinkle in his eyes was oddly familiar but he was a stranger. A dangerous one.

“Those sound like words spoken from experience.”

“Maybe.”

“Well, I’d say it’s no fun to only think about war. Life is so much more.”

“Believe me, if I could, it’d be the last thing on my mind. But, alas, l don’t have the privilege to do so.”

You had already lost too much time speaking with him. If someone were to see you or tell the Darkling you’d be in trouble. And you had made it your goal to never put yourself on the path of the Darkling’s anger. So you excused yourself and went back to your rounds.

If only you had stayed and talked to him more maybe you would have understood what was about to happen. Maybe you would have had an enkindling of Sturmhond’s plans. Instead, you were taken by surprise, just like everyone in your group, when Rusalye was spot and a shot was fired. You had found yourself in the uncomfortable position of having to fight against people you had grown to like.

“I don’t want to hurt you, y/n,” Tamar warned you as you stood face to face on the sinking ship dock. Her trusted axes in her hands while your hands were raised ready to attack.

“I don’t want to hurt you either.”

“Then you don’t have to. Come with us.” Her proposition made you gasp.

“That would be treason,” you whispered hoping that the Darkling wasn’t around to hear you. A shiver ran through you as you thought of the punishment he’d give you for even thinking about leaving his side.

“Then you leave me no choice.” She said lowering her arms. Was that guilt you heard in her voice?

Before you could voice your question though, she shouted for her brother and not even a second later, you felt your body grow still. Your eyebrows faltered as you felt your heartbeat slow down.

They were Grisha.

They must have seen you realise because you heard Tamar apologize before everything went black.

Mr. "Never told me why"

He goes about his day

Forgets he ever even heard my name

Well, I thought you might be different than the rest, I guess you're all the same

You didn’t stay out for long though. As soon as Sturmhond’s crew had left the Darkling’s ship and had safely made it onto the Volkvolny, the privateer had asked for you to be awakened.

There wasn’t enough light for you to realize you were on another ship, what alerted you of your new situation were your hands. They had bound them behind your back. Immediately you started to struggle, hoping to wiggle out of the restraints. To no avail though. Huffing out in frustration, you settled for looking around you and see if there was something you could use. That’s when you noticed him.

“Release me- this instant, or else-”

“Or what? You’re a Healer. Not exactly a violent job, is it?” Sturmhond interrupted you, a smirk on his face since he had the upper hand.

“I don’t need my powers to kick you in the ass, do I?” He laughed but didn’t look remotely threatened. Rather amused, actually.

“Please, you have to let me go. He’ll kill me if-” Panic started to build as you realized that there was no way you could successfully escape.

“He won’t touch you.” A solemn glow took over his eyes. “He won’t ever hurt you again, you have my word.” He promised, looking subtly at your left shoulder. You winced as you realized that he must have seen your scars. The ones left by the Darkling’s niche’voya.

“How can I know if you’re trustworthy? You don’t exactly have a good score, you know?”

“You’re going to find out soon enough. Don’t worry.”

Of course, he didn’t bother offering further explanations. He’d left it at that. You weren’t a captive per se but he left your hands bound, only freeing them when you needed to eat or relieve yourself.

Fruitless were your efforts in making you tell more. He often ate with you and would check in at least twice a day but that was it.

It wasn’t until after you had landed after that forsaken vehicle of his had gotten you through the Fold that you understood. His coming out as Nikolai Lanstov, prince and second in line for the Ravkan throne, had shaken you all to your core. However, you doubted that it had sent a pang to the others’ hearts as it did with yours.

Nikolai Lantsov. The man you had been dreaming about, the one that had left you behind without any sort of explanations, the one you missed so dearly, had been by your side all this time.

You weren’t sure how you felt. It made sense now why his eyes looked familiar and his posture. You then connected that the vehicle you had used in the Fold had been one of the many projects he used to geek about with you. It tasted a lot like betrayal. Not because he had lied to you about his name but because he had tried to get close to you again and had managed to somehow break that growing bond again.

'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl

I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her

So dignified in your well-pressed suit

So strategized, all the eyes on you

Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"

So far above me in every sense

So far above feeling anything

Even if his secret had been outed thus causing some shift in the dynamics between Nikolai and the two new members of his crew - you suspected Mal was closer to punching him every second that passed- not much had changed for you.

On the outside, you pretty much looked like a prisoner. Albeit a very clean one. You rode with them, hands still bound, scowl ever-present on your face.

Nikolai had not come to see you ever since that night after the Fold. And now it had been almost a week since you had started your journey back to the capital. Whether this was all part of his plan to make you look the part of the captive even more or he was just gutless, you didn't know. It was working either way though.

You liked to think that his reason was simply that he didn't care. He had far too much on his plate right now as it was. Going back to court after years of absence while also making claims to the throne and trying to sway the Sun Summoner your way. It was no easy feat. But hadn't he always liked to say that impossible often meant improbable? A lot of things had changed since that night but even so, you'd still pose your bet on him that he'd be able to achieve anything he set his mind to.

It wasn't exactly that thinking this way brought you actual comfort. Of course, not. But it was better than foolishly hoping for him to still care about you the way you did for him. After all, he had sent plenty of signals that pointed in the other direction.

But then why did he kidnap you? Why take you with him? You weren't that close to the Darkling to be of any use to Nikolai in that way. And, as a matter of fact, no one had come to interrogate you regarding his plans or whereabouts. Then why?

You still couldn't figure it out.

Some days your anger shifted more to frustration and you were ounces away from asking for him yourself. Almost as if he had heard you though, he gave you the final push.

It was the usual day, Nikolai and Alina were riding in the carriage, stopping in every village we passed to meet with the locals. However, this time, before climbing back into the carriage, they kissed.

You were too far to figure out who started it and the details. The gist of it was enough though.

You most certainly were a fool. Still thinking about a guy who didn't give two shits about you, who had kidnapped you putting you in a dangerous situation and you were still wondering whether he felt something for you or not? Pathetic.

You had to do something about your situation and quickly too. Officially, you were a traitor. You had fled and joined the Darkling, that wouldn't make you look good in front of the king. He was a lousy bastard anyway and will probably sentence you to death to set an example. You hadn't survived so much shit to end up at the end of a rope.

So, even though you had initially thought against it since you were so close to home, you decided to escape. You were already headed towards certain death so what was the worst that could happen?

Your hands were left unbound when you were in your tent. One less problem to solve. Closing your eyes, you focused on listening for any nearby heartbeats. You heard two, those of the guards posted outside your tent. Maybe you could find an excuse to call them inside, put them to sleep and then slip away.

That was not exactly what your powers were for but you were desperate. You had to at least try.

And so you did. You called them in and immediately set out to slow their heartbeats. You had almost succeeded in putting them under when someone else slipped in. The last person you wanted to see.

"Am I that bad of a host?"

You didn't meet his ruse though, you knew it would make you lose focus.

"I'm afraid I have to ask you to release my soldiers." As soon as he said it though, they fell unconscious at last. Your chest was heaving by now, using so much power in such a different way was costing you. But you couldn't back down now. It was one on one and you were Grisha and a woman scorned. He stood no chance.

"Move out of my way, your highness."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"You can or I can make you. Your choice." The venom in your voice was unmistakable and it took him by surprise. He gave you a curious look tilting his head to the side like he was seeing you for the first time over again.

"I didn't realize ruthlessness was one of your personality traits."

"You know nothing about me," you seethed. The tip of your fingers flexed, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife and you were already weary.

"It may have been a while y/n, but I like to think I know a good deal about you."

"And I would like to completely erase this last year but you don't hear me yap about how shitty it has been, do you?"

"You never did like opening up much."

"I'm well past the point of sentimentalism, Nikolai. It is coming far too late anyway. And whatever my feelings for you may be, I won't let you put my life on the line." Your posture straightened, stance ready for battle.

His eyes flashed, jaw clenched. His hands closed in fists and he almost looked hurt. But why would he?

"Is that what you think all of this is?" Nikolai always acted aloof. He was always composed and dignified. You had thought it was for his insane amount of self-confidence but now you understood it was for how he was raised. But you recognised the pout on his lips. It was the expression he’d always have whenever he tried to get something from getting to him. To prevent himself from showing emotions.

"You're holding me captive while you go around Ravka parading your latest conquest, flashing your return everywhere. I don't know why you're doing this but I don't care. I've stopped waiting around for you and I certainly won't let your father put me to death."

"You think I'd let him?"

"So you want to do this?" you threw your hands up in exasperation, "Fine. You really want to know what I think?"

"Be my guest."

"I think that the Nikolai I knew would have left out of the blue without so much as a letter. I think that the Nikolai I knew was ready to go to any length to achieve what he believed in. However, I thought that the Nikolai I knew cared about me and what we had but look at me now. So maybe, I know nothing at all."

"You certainly do seem to know a lot of things. But you’re not wrong."

"If this is the way you care about me," I gesture to my tent, "then I'm not sure I want this Nikolai to care for me."

“This,” he said, emulating your gesture, “is to keep you safe. This is my way to ensure that if the Darkling got news of your whereabouts, he’d be sure not to think you willingly left his side and betrayed him.”

“That’s because I didn’t!” You raised your voice in outrage. The nerve of this man.

“Spare me your indignation. I know you hate being at his beck and call, to do his dirty work and be constantly surrounded by warfare.”

“Do not presume to speak for me.” You snapped. You knew it was best to keep a cool head but his cockiness was getting on your nerves.

“Didn’t you? Hate it, I mean.”

“We’re at war, Nikolai. Being away or close to the Darkling won’t change that. At least with him, I was safe.”

“You can’t be that delusional to think that he was protecting you.” He scoffed at your words as if they were the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

“And you can’t be that delusional to think that bringing me back won’t result in your father killing me.” You fired back shifting on your feet. He winced as if you had physically hurt him.

“You have so little faith in me?” His voice was just above a whisper and you knew that your words had struck a chord.

“How can I have any, Nikolai?” your voice softened a bit. “One day you’re telling me how much you value my opinion, you promise me a future where I’d be the first to see your project come to life and then you left. You just left, Nikolai.” And when I was starting to make my peace with it that’s when you come back? Also, let’s not forget about my abduction and your flirting with Alina.”

“So yes, I don’t trust you.” You concluded, crossing your arms on your chest with finality. He just stared at you for the longest time. If someone would come in now, they’d think you were in the middle of a staring contest. Then he sighed and started talking.

“I had to go away. I had already pushed my parents’ limits when I said I wanted to be part of the infantry. So, one day I got a letter written by my father personally and I knew that my time was up. I had been Nikolai for too long, now I had to start being a Lantsov prince.” His eyes were on the ground now, shame making her way in his words.

“So that’s what I did,” he went as he started pacing,”I went to Kerch to study, just like my father wanted. I did what he asked, he couldn’t reproach me anything now. I could never stay too still though, a life of adventure was calling me and I could not ignore it. It was only then that I realized that I could do so much more than sitting in a class, to realistically help Ravka.”

“I couldn’t take you with me. You had such a larger role to play in the army and besides, there wasn’t much I could offer you. So yes, I left. I left thinking that I would find my way back to you eventually.” He had stopped by now, regret was swirling in his shining orbs as he looked at you.

“You could have told me.” You contestated, taken back by all the information he gave you. “I would have waited for you.” A whispered promise for something that would never be now.

“I was afraid, y/n. That’s not my best moment, I know and no number of apologies could ever make it right. But I was afraid of your answer. I knew I’d be asking for a lot and let’s be honest-” the desperation in his tone was evident now, he had unconsciously started to lean towards you but you knew what he was about to say.

“You weren’t sure if the future you were offering me would just end up with me being your mistress, am I right?” Your tone hardened but despite the insulting implication of what you said, you weren’t made at him.

“I’m a prince, y/n. We do not marry for love and this country cannot afford to disregard the advantages that a political union could bring.”

His honesty was as refreshing as it was unsettling. He was right. As soon as you had learned he was a prince, you realized just what kind of future you could have with him. But then he left and that problem did not exist anymore. Neither of you spoke, both of you were seizing the other. You had laid it all out, defences were down putting you both in a vulnerable position.

And someday maybe you'll miss me

“You should have talked to me, Nikolai. We could have figured it out together. If it came to being your mistress to stay with you, then that was my decision to make.” You said softly after a while. It pained for you to say this, you would have never thought that getting closure would hurt this much.

Tears streamed on both of your faces, in front of you had been laid what your future could have looked like. It was everything you had wanted, you could still do your job and have the man of your dreams. You were surprised to find that you wouldn’t mind sharing him with his supposed wife. You had been at court for enough time to know how most marriages went. If he assured you it was only a diplomatic affair but that his heart was yours, that would have been enough. Who knows, maybe she’ll get a lover too.

But now… now you didn’t know if you could ignore everything that happened. You did not trust him nor could you ignore how hurt you were by his lack of communication and thus of trust in you.

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

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monodipita · 3 years

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dangerous (Yandere!Killua x Reader)

Word count: 2,161

Warnings: Yandere content warning, slight abuse warning, blood warning

The night descended upon you, the air reeked of blood and decay. You weren't even close to the door yet you were afraid to go anywhere near it, but you knew who was inside. He was there, waiting for you, even though you were scared of what was going to be inside the room, you were wise not to ignore his demands for your attention. Killua could be quite the monster sometimes, but never did you think that he would go this far. You were nauseous just thinking about it, and the noxious fumes in the air added on to nausea, but you were still holding yourself together through the pain.

What was on the other side of this door? Who would you see lying on the ground, surrounded by their blood, captured by the embrace of death?

Your hand slowly moved to the door handle. It turned effortlessly and smoothly to your chagrin. Watching the door creep open, it unveiled a new world before you. You had little time to react as your face was blasted with the acrid smell of death, causing you to double over and nearly vomit on the spot. It took everything within you to fight your reflexes, nearly becoming lightheaded from your efforts, but you were able to recover.

"Do you think I'm afraid of hurting you [Y/N]? Do you think that because I am so nice to you that you can walk free, that you can talk to whoever you want, whenever you want when I'm not looking? You took me for granted. I don't appreciate that." Killua. His voice sent chills down your spine. “No,“ you answer him in a quiet voice, “Killua, I wasn’t trying to do anything with them. I only spoke to them for up to a few minutes at a time. I didn't have anything to do with these people!“ It was a sobering thought.

”I just told you why I killed them [Y/N]. I'm not fond of repeating myself.“ Killua stood from his chair. You could see him in the dim light that was provided by the room now that he was closer to you. You could see the veins bulging in his hands, his nails were sharp as you had seen them be before in previous encounters. Blood splatter covered his body from head-to-toe. You find yourself slowly backing away from him, but you knew your lover well, there wasn't any fighting him, there wasn't any escaping him. "Killua," you called his name quietly, your mind surging and trying its best to come up with an excuse that would get you out of this hot mess. You didn't want to die, but you knew he was going to kill you. You didn't want to die because of something you'd thought was only a minor inconvenience. "Please, I..."

"What are you going to say," he was in front of you, his beady blue eyes stared down at your face. ""Don't kill me?" Of course, I wouldn't kill you, [Y/N]. I love you far too much to kill you, don't be ridiculous." He pulled you into an embrace and squeezed you in his arms tightly, his hands stroking down your back and reaching back up to your shoulders. You were hesitant to hug him back but slowly brought yourself to wrap your arms around him. . . feeling the two of you lock together in the embrace, your eyes closing as you brought yourself to lean into him with your head pressing on his shoulder. "Of course, I love you," he whispered.

The air was still and quiet, neither of you spoke to each other and instead held this awkward silence. You knew better than to move away from Killua, you knew better than to fight him when he was so much stronger than you, so you accepted your fate, resting against him like this. It was actually kind of nice after a while, it made you feel like he still loved you.

That was until you could feel his sharp nails burrowing themselves into your back.

"Ah!" You cried out. Your body began to squirm underneath his embrace that only got tighter the more you struggled against him. "Stop STOP! It hurts, Killua, PLEASE!!" You shrieked.

"This hurts, hmm? Am I hurting you [Y/N]? Does it hurt as much as you hurt me?"

Your screaming turned into wailing and sobbing, your body that had been consistently put to the test since you met Gon and Killua at the hunter exam became partially numbed to the excruciating feeling of his nails piercing and digging into your skin. Thankfully he didn't seem to be pushing his fingers any deeper into your body. "N-no, Killua, it doesn't," you sobbed, "I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"You're sorry?" Killua's hands ceased their assault on your body. He pulled his fingers out of your skin. The numb feeling that took over that area of your body ceased to exist at the moment, and the pain began to flood you from head-to-toe. Your own hands gripped at the shirt Killua wore to somehow relieve the agonizing pain you felt through putting pressure into your fingers. Your body began to shake, but you kept yourself up as best as you could. "yes," you breathed, "I'm so sorry that I hurt you Killua, I won't ever do it again!"

Silence fell.

Killua pulled himself away, his hands holding yours tightly as he looked down at you. "Good," he smirked, "I'll trust you, but just to make sure I'll handle it on my own." He said calmly. He gripped your hand crushingly tight. It was better than the pain you felt in your back, that was for damn sure though. You were dragged effortlessly out of the building that the two of you were in.

On the way out, he ripped off the note on the outside that lured you inside. He balled it up and tossed it aside. Your teeth clenched and grit themselves together while the two of you walked back to your apartment, the pain you were feeling was unbearable, but you knew better than to talk to Killua right now. The sounds made on the trek back would be the sounds of you whimpering and your footsteps colliding with the cement of the sidewalk. The two of you didn't pass by very many people on the way, so there was no one to stop and ask you what was wrong - perhaps that was for the best. You held your silence as the two of you stepped inside the apartment building, your eyes warily looking over to the elevator as he dragged you over to it.

You were scared, scared that he was going to do something horrible inside the apartment once the two of you were in it. As you entered the elevator your body nearly collapsed against his, your body sinking to the floor before Killua's. His hands went to your shoulders as he stared down at you, a shadow cast over his face to prevent you from studying any bright details, as well as rendering his expression unreadable.

"I think I like you in this position." He smirked.

You shook your head, "no, KIllua... please, my back... we need to go to the hospital..." you were tired of behaving like it wasn't an issue. The pain was still there even after ten minutes of putting up with it. "No we don't!" he rolled his eyes as he pulled you up. "I'll take care of you, don't worry about it. Only I should be the one to touch you anyway."

The elevator conveniently came to a stop for him so that he could lug you out of it and drag you to your apartment door. You could feel your body be dragged against his, your legs touching the floor, your injured back coming dangerously close to touching the floor, but your body was too weak to fight against his, you could only cry out at the feeling. "KIllua, please, it hurts!" You whimper, "let me get up!"

"I'll pass~!" the white-haired boy spoke casually as he grabbed the key from your apartment from his pocket. You took this moment to try and lift yourself, but you were only met with the feeling of pain, as his hand tangled with your hair to force you back down onto the ground.

The door opened. Killua dropped your hold on his body and stepped inside.

This... this was the chance, the only chance you would have to run if you were going to run. You were injured and on the brink of passing out, but an attempt of running and hiding sounded better than submitting to whatever would happen inside that room. Your body slowly brought itself to stand with the help of the columns of the doorway. Right as you were able to fully stand, KIllua glanced back at you for a moment. "Go lay on the bed," he ordered you, "I'm gonna go get the first-aid. 'kay?"

You said nothing as he disappeared around the corner. Your body instinctively turned to jet away from the scene as fast as your injured body could take you, finding yourself facing out into the hallway. What am I running for? You had no answer for yourself but anything was better right now then being at the behest of Killua, even if you still loved him you knew that there wasn't any turning back from this point on. ...at least not for you.

Your body tip-toed itself away from the doorway to your apartment and out into the hallway. You began to make your break for it, but you were stopped mid-way.

"Did you seriously think that this was going to work on me of all people?" He asked you, his hand wrenching your shoulder tightly within his grip. "After being made aware of everything that I'm capable of, me, Killua Zoldyck?" There were no words to express the genuine amount of surprise the white-haired boy felt. He was wordless as he pulled you back inside the apartment, this time closing the door behind him and securing you inside with him. You were powerless to fight against him.

"Now, let's go take care of those wounds of yours, shall we?"

He brought you further inside the apartment to your bedroom, where you were originally supposed to be in the first place.

There were chains on the bed. You could see them very well—they stuck out like a sore thumb because they were black against the gray sheets of your bed. "Ki-killua, what is this??" You ask him worriedly, but he pays you no mind as he pushes you onto the bed.

You aren't given time to react. He's already putting the ensemble together on your body. First your ankles, then your arms, and finally your neck are all bound by the same black metal. You wince in confusion, your eyes going up to him. "W-what is the meaning of this?! What are you doing to me?!"

"Seeing as I can't let you wander out without talking to people like only you know how to, I figured I'd take the necessary steps to ensure that you can't run away ever again." He spoke in such a cheerful voice. You were unnerved by it. "You can't do this to me... it's not right," You tried to reason with him, "I don't want to be stuck like this forever!"

"Oh, but I can do this to you, and you can be stuck like this forever! I have the power to facilitate it." He grinned. "Don't worry [Y/N], I won't let it be too lonely in here. I'll make sure to stay with you as much as I can! Like, I'll feed you, I'll bathe you, all that stuff. Like a pet. Only if you're good, though." You looked on in horror while he continued speaking. He seemed to forget what he needed to do at the moment. "Right, I almost forgot! I need to patch up that wound of yours. Hold on, I'm coming back!" So cheerful, so disturbing, you hated every second of it. You watched as he disappeared.

You took this time to look down at the predicament you were placed in. You were surrounded by familiar things, but you were in something unfamiliar: these chains, that you were supposed to be in forever. It was a horrifying thought, being bound to this one spot forever with someone as chaotic as Killua being the one to look over you... he would've been more than willing to have you killed on the spot, you were almost certain of that.

When Killua came back, he was holding a small first-aid kit in his hand, but more importantly, he was holding a large container of rubbing alcohol in his other hand—you already knew where this was going. You swallowed thickly as he came closer.

#killua hxh #killua x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader #yandere #hunter x hunter #gender neutral insert #reader insert

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joelmillerscoffee · 3 years

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Falling

Javier Peña x OC (Regina) one shot

word count: 1,754

warnings: smut 18+ only please. Javier Peña should come with his own warning, smoking, softness, fluff, love confessions.

summary: Javier Peña doesn’t believe he is a good man. His partner, Regina has something to say about that.

note: I have been working on this for weeks. this is my first fan fic in so long. also it’s my first time writing for javier and writing smut I hope you enjoy!! this is basically my love letter and feelings about how much I love javier peña and want him to be happy. also please feel free to leave me constructive feedback!!! I don’t consider myself a “good” writer but I love getting feedback on how to strengthen my writing. much love to you all!

Javier was used to being referred to as the bad guy. Not always to his face, but he could see it in their eyes. He would be lying if he said that didn’t hurt him. When Christina scoffed and told him that he was a bad man and a piece of shit he believed her.

Javier didn’t care what people thought of him. –Most of the time. There was one person whose thoughts of him mattered a lot to him, and her name is Regina.

Regina. She came to work with Javier and Steve in their quest to hunt down Escobar. Regina was a woman who kicked down doors quite literally when she was told no woman would be able to. Javier was captivated by Regina. When he met her, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander the length of her body in appreciation. When Regina caught him staring, she told him not to let it happen again. Javi just smirked.

Thinking back to their first meeting brought a smile to his lips as he exhaled smoke into his office. Javi has been in love with Regina for 3 goddamn years, and not once has he thought of telling her his true feelings about her. Regina deserved better. A good man, and well, that wasn’t Javi.

“What are you still doing here?” Regina made her presence in his office known. She was always around, especially taking up space in his head.

“Just got back from the airport,” Javi sighed, sitting down at his desk.

Regina knew Javier. She knew something was bothering him. Her face fell as she sat in front of his desk. Taking a few moments to watch his facial expression. He is so handsome, she thought. It broke her heart to see how sad he looked.

“Javi. . .”

He looked up to see her gorgeous face looking worried at him.

He shook his head.

“What are you doing here, chica?” Classic Javier trying to turn the attention off of him. But Regina knew this move of Javi’s, and she wasn’t having any of it.

“What’s wrong, Javi?”

“Nothing”

She held his gaze to let him know she wasn’t backing off. There were times in their partnership that she would let Javier have his space to deal with his feelings the way he needed to. But today was not one of those times. She could tell by his body language that something was off, and it worried her.

Javier sighed. “Christina told me that I wasn’t a good man, and she confirmed what I already know-“

“Excuse me, what?”

Javier looked up at Regina. “She said that-

Regina shook her head.

“Gina, are you okay?”

“Javi, you don’t seriously think that you are a bad person.”

“I-“

Regina stood up and came over to Javier’s side of the desk. She took the cigarette out of his fingers and laid it in the ashtray.

Javier looked up at her, and the look on her face made him weak. There was a look there that he couldn’t quite explain, nor was he sure that he wanted to. The softness in her eyes made him turn away. If she continued to look at him that way- he might just do something there was no coming back from.

Regina lifted a hand to his face, and Javier closed his eyes.

“Javi,” he looked up into her brown eyes and stayed still. Regina stroked the side of his cheek and lifted the corners of her lips. “Javier Peña, you are the best man that I know.”

Javier went to shake his head, but Regina looked at him sternly, and he stilled.

“I mean it, Javi- you are kind, gentle, and caring, and for some reason, you don’t think you deserve any happiness but listen to me when I tell you that you deserve all the good in the world. You are a good man, an honorable man.”

Javier was awe-struck by Regina and didn’t know what to say. He searched her eyes for any signs of lying, and he couldn’t find any. Javier knew better; Regina has never lied to him in the years that they have known each other and worked together.

“I can’t believe I have rendered Javier Pena speechless.” They both laughed, and Javier took her hand resting on his face and held it in his hand. He was so gentle and rubbed soothing circles on the top of her hand.

“Javi—I am in love with you.”

He stared at Regina. She felt as though he was staring into her soul.

“Gina—”

“I have for a while, but chasing down drug dealers doesn’t leave much time for romance.”

Javier was stunned. He was stunned to have this gorgeous woman he was incredibly in love with love him back, and he didn’t think he deserved her or her love. But here she was – standing in front of him and making him feel so wanted and loved.

Javier stood up, locked his office door, and turned back to Regina, a smile on her face. He felt as though the air was knocked out of his lungs as he looked at her. She was so beautiful – A vision in the soft lighting of his office, and he couldn’t believe how much he loved this woman. She has been his anchor and has grounded him in his darkest moments.

“Javi, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to kiss me?”

That was all it took for Javier to step forward, making it to Regina in three strides. He wrapped his arms around her waist and crushed his lips to hers. She reacted eagerly by kissing him back with just as much passion and opening her mouth to let his tongue swipe against hers. Regina moaned into his mouth and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Regina, I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

Javier groaned and grabbed the back of her head, bringing her lips back to his. He was addicted to her lips and wanted to feel them everywhere on his body.

Javier backed them up to the couch in his office. Laying Regina down and kissing her hard. He backs up a little to look down at Regina’s face. With her eyes closed, she looks like a damn dream. He pauses, his lips just an inch from her open lips, barely touching, breathing in each other’s air. Regina bites her lip, feeling dizzy from the kisses.

“Javi, you have barely touched me, and I feel like I’m coming undone,” She whispers inches away from his lips.

“Me too, baby” He laughs with her and slides her shirt up, and kisses down her stomach. He is so gentle with his kisses and touches it almost makes her angry that he is taking his sweet time with her.

“Javi” She whines.

“I know baby, I want to make you feel good.”

She bites her lip, watching him as he removes her shoes first and then her socks. He smirks at the look on Regina’s face as he pulls her jeans off.

“Fucking finally.”

Javier snorts.

“Oh, this is what you want, baby.” He smirks as he begins rubbing her through the fabric of her underwear. She moans, and he smiles at the sound.

“You fucking know it, Javi” He smiles and kisses the insides of her thighs and pulls the fabric down her legs, and tosses them behind him.

“Baby, you are so wet for me” she grabs his head and guides him to her most sensitive spot.

“Please, Javi”

“As you wish” He begins licking and lapping his tongue to taste her sweetness, and Regina feels like she is ready to combust.

“Jesus baby, right there” She moans and grips his hair hard.

“You like that?”

Regina just nods and bites her lip.

Javier licks faster, his tongue finding her clit and sucks on it.

“Shit—Javi, right there… fuck”

“Come for me, Hermosa.”

Javier keeps licking and sucking, and god, his tongue is so talented. Regina rides out her orgasm. Javier licks her up and kisses up her body, taking his time to admire her and appreciate her body. Regina pulls him to meet her lips. She slides her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself in his mouth.

“You look so beautiful when you come.”

“Your turn” She smiles as she peppers kisses down his stomach and shifts them, so she’s on top of him.

“I want to make you feel good, Javi—”

She helps him slide his pants down his legs and takes his shoes off. She massages him through his boxers.

“Fuck Gina”

She smirks and helps him out of his boxers, and she licks her lips at his cock, hard and ready for her. She takes him in her hand and rubs him, first slowly and then picking up speed.

“Shit—baby, I’m not going to last.”

She smirks and leans down to take him in her mouth. She looks up to lock eyes with Javier, and he thinks he will come right then and there. She licks and swirls her tongue, and Javi knows he isn’t going to make it much longer.

“Gina”

She stops for a minute, her mouth still around his cock.

“I need to be inside you.”

He pulls Regina up, and her hips are positioned over his as she sinks down onto him. They both moan together, and Regina places her hands on his chest as his hands find her hips and she bounces up and down on his cock. Javier moves his hands up to cup both of her breasts.

“Fuck Javi”

“You feel amazing Gina.”

“Fu—ck you do too” it comes out breathless.

Javier moves his hips up to meet hers as they ride out their orgasm and climax together.

“Oh fu—CK Gina” She rests her forehead against his as she tries to catch her breath.

“Javi—”

“Yeah?” he’s a bit as breathless as she is.

“I meant what I said—you are the best man I know, and I love you.”

Javier gives her a goofy smile and kisses her lovingly on the lips.

“I love you more.”

Regina chuckles.

“What?”

“I was just thinking if Steve was here, he would say about time.”

“Are you seriously thinking about Steve fucking Murphy right now?”

She laughs and kisses him on the lips as she snuggles closer to him on the couch, and they drift off to sleep.

tagging those I think may be interested in this one shot: @itssmashedavo, @leonieb, @slater-baby, @dragcn-queen

#pedro pascal x reader #javier peña x oc #pedro pascal x oc #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier peña #fics #mine

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chews-erotically · 4 years

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Waxing Gibbous Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

*Note: I dedicate this installment to the beautiful @ifimayhaveaword, who really made my day today with her lovely messages of support. People like you truly mean the world to me. I appreciate you more than you know.

* Warnings: Some minor angst/ miscommunication/ SMUT (m/f oral, fingering, hand job, spicy kisses) Can’t stop the smut train baybeeee choo choo motherfuckers * Summary: You process the events of the night before, and wonder about your place with Ezra and on the Green * Word Count: 3879 *Part ONE* *Part TWO* *Part THREE* *Part FOUR*

PART FIVE

You Awoke the next morning feeling as if it were some erotic fever dream. You stretched your arm out across the emptiness of the cot pushed beside yours. It was only when you moved to roll onto your back that the deep pang of soreness between your legs reminded you that, yes, what you’d wanted for months had actually happened, and you did indeed feel ruined. Ezra appeared to have left the tent in the early morning haze. You gazed upward at the ceiling of the tent, at the support beams that vaulted the cloth walls. Things were going to be different, that you knew. It did not make you any less apprehensive. He had told you he loved you. Or, more accurately, that he had love for you.

You could not forget the tenderness he’d shown you after you were attacked, but you were well aware that things said in the heat of passion were often a product of an intense moment and were not necessarily reflective of the truth. You chided yourself for ruminating; he’d been a nanosecond from coming inside of a warm body for the first time in undoubtedly several months. From your admittedly limited sexual experiences, proclamations of love and devotion and promises of ardent follow-through were often expressed in the heat of the moment, never to be mentioned again. You usually never saw them again.

This was different, of course, as you literally could not leave. You were both stranded, though you still kept up the pretense of harvesting in the event an opportunity to escape should present itself. The chance of this happening had begun to seem less and less likely- the heyday of the aurelac rush had long since come and gone, and the remaining groups of adventurers to the Green operated more or less on whispered rumors and folklore. The zipper of the tent pulled upward, and Ezra emerged. The flaps were quickly refastened, and he moved to whip his helmet off as you shyly pulled your worn blanket up to your neck. You had been wanton and vocal the night before, but in the light of the morning you felt fragile, unsure. Ezra looked to you, seemingly amused by your sudden modesty. The corner of his mouth tilted up, his warm brown eyes twinkled. The blond patch of hair, a rogue among it’s dark compatriots, stuck out wildly in response to the chaotic divestment of his helmet. He wasn’t even close to you and your heart started pounding. “Ah, good morning to you, Dove. I was hoping you would continue your slumber a bit longer. I have spent some time in the early light surveying the Green for signs of life and transport, not necessarily in that order, of course.” In the months since you’d first met him in the clearing on that fateful day, his arm had fully recovered thanks to your ministrations- all that remained was a cratered, puckering pink scar on the skin of his bicep. He wore a threadbare grey tee under his suit and this drew your eye to the wound. If something were to happen to you, if this did not pan out and you either died or escaped, were separated, would he remember you when he saw his scar? Would it be with fondness, or would it only remind him of how traumatic this all was? Why am I thinking like this? It was the fact that he had admitted, out loud, that he was looking for a way out, a way off of the Green. You knew that you would both die if you could not find a way to go, it was only logical. So why were you nursing this pang of melancholy that had emerged when you’d awoken to find his cot empty? You came back to yourself, and noted the concern etched on Ezra’s face as he contemplated you. “Have I said or done something to upset you, Dove? That has rendered you mute?” He moved across the floor of the tent with a lithe grace and perched on the edge of your cot, placing a hand on your knee. “Are you feeling alright?” You sighed, smiling softly when you felt his touch on you, warm and heavy. “Better than alright, Ez. I….can’t….I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around what happened last night.” He creased his brow in contemplation and turned to face you fully. “I must admit, I myself did not envision such intimacy occurring between us in the manner it did. I…. fear I may have been a fair bit rougher than I meant to be at the outset. I need you to be truthful if I hurt you in any way.” You bit your lip, and your neck and face felt hot. Flashes of him caging you, filling you, his words, hot breath and hands, the way the cot had creaked like it was pleading for its life… “I….really loved everything about last night. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone...like that. So honestly, I’m sore. But in a...good way?” He surged forward, framing your face with his hands. His voice left his plush lips in a hoarse whisper. His eyes held yours, hypnotic and deep. “Will you feel me with every step you take today? I’m going to watch you. I have never felt such intensity with anyone the way I felt it when we took our pleasure last night. I don’t want it to stop.” You were flushed, your ears buzzed. Your mind filled with static. How could he practically dismantle you in this way with only words? You realized your mouth was hanging open. You snapped it shut and swallowed audibly. Ezra’s clever tongue darted to wet his lips before squeezing your knee and standing. “Get dressed, Dove. We’ve a day ahead of us.”

It was another hot day in the Green, and you both resumed your digging, harvesting and cataloguing as if it were any other afternoon. For all intents and purposes, it was. Ezra waxed poetic about the juxtaposition of the beauty surrounding you beside the deadliness of the air, how the regular exchange of oxygen, hydrogen and carbon dioxide were perverted carbon copies of the vegetation you were both used to which processed and sustained an atmosphere more life-sustaining. You hummed at the appropriate moments, but your mind was on your conversation in the tent. What he had said to you seemed indicative of the fact that he intended to continue a physical relationship. It made you feel equal parts giddy and insecure. You frowned in thought. Snap the fuck out of it. You’re no delicate, blushing maiden. You know yourself. You’re seriously thinking like some incapable, dependent damsel the second you get some good dick?? Except you moved a certain way while crouching down and you winced, gasping softly. Ezra stopped mid-sentence and turned his gaze toward you, his eyes dark, his tongue once again flicking out to moisten his lips. “Are you injured, little Dove?” he asked, smiling softly. “Uh, no, not exactly. You know, what I told you before...I’m fine, really.” He sauntered over to you and held out his hand. You grasped it, and he pulled you to your feet so that your helmets were touching. “As cocky as I may have seemed at the outset in regards to the way I left my mark on you, do not think it is no little concern to me to see your movements impaired. My words were not meant to denote any sadistic pleasure taken in regards to your objective discomfort.” His hands were stroking gently up and down your arms as he spoke. You shrugged under his hands, a flash of annoyance crossing your features. “I’m really fine, Ez. I’m not some wilting flower that you’ve irreparably damaged with your Godlike virility. I promise you, my delicate, blushing womanhood will recover.” Ezra cocked an eyebrow in surprise. His hands stilled as he paused a beat before responding. “Now that is something I would not anticipate. The thought that for one moment I consider you anything less than an equal, in fact a superior to myself in several ways, not the least of which include cunning and resilience. It saddens me that you think that of me.” All at once you felt like a jerk. Damn this emotional lability, damn this stubborn pride. Ezra was genuinely concerned that you were in pain, and you were jumping at the opportunity to argue semantics and gender roles. On a toxic planet you were both stranded on, no less. You reached for his gloved hand, squeezing firmly. His hand squeezed back, equally firm. “I don’t know why I said that, Ezra. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I sound like an asshole, I’m sorry.” You’ve gotten into me.

You were back in the tent after determining that the day's work had finished. It was quiet, Ezra ruminated. The tension had surely rebuilt itself over the course of the day, there was only so much harvesting, so much concentration on work that could be accomplished, before it came to this. The both of you, stripped to your thermals. You lay as you had countless times before, facing one another on your cots. Ezra swept his thumb lazily back and forth across your knuckles. You felt like you could drown in the depths of him. “I’m sorry again about what I said to you today. I don’t know why I said it. I didn’t mean it.” “Though you have nothing to apologize for, Dove, I will readily accept if it will still the turbulence within you. I meant what I said, and I have you to thank for every bit of happiness I doubted I’d ever feel in this Kevva-forsaken place. My arm, my livelihood. My life. If not for you I’d have faded forgotten like so many other poor, foolish dupes. My very survival is due to your strength and intellect.” You felt full to bursting at his words, overwhelmed by his sincerity. You couldn’t respond, so you propelled yourself forward and pressed your lips to his desperately. He stilled only momentarily, startled at your boldness, before he responded hungrily. Lips slid, teeth clashed. His tongue begged entry into your mouth, which you granted with a whimper. He tasted somehow sweet, wild. His breaths gasped into your mouth, you pushed your own back into him. Hands tangled in hair. You had yet to see him unclothed, you reached out and grasped his shirt in your needy fist. Ezra immediately took the hint and stripped it. You removed your own and his hands were at once on your breasts, large warm hands that enveloped each in turn, greedy and restless. He couldn’t touch enough of you at once. His hands moved to your waist, tearing at your pants. You helped him pull them off and fling them to the ground. You felt like you were radiating heat, you were a thermal detonator. Ezra pinched your nipple, applying slight pressure into the bud with his thumb nail. Your nerves sparked and sang, your ass arching off of your cot like you’d been hit by an electrical current. You gasped, your trembling hands moving to divest him of his pants. His hand shot down to still yours. You both paused, the only sound within the confines of your quarters were the loud gasps that echoed between you. “Is….is something wrong?” Ezra fought to still his breathing. “Sweet girl, I have not forgotten my rough congress with you the night before. I do not want to risk exacerbating your discomfort. You should recover, first, from our mutual enthusiasm.” You groaned in frustration. “I’ll be fine. Ezra, I promise you won’t break me.” You palmed him through his trousers, Kevva he was so hard. So hot. You swore you were salivating. Ezra stilled, breath held in an attempt to maintain his composure. “Please grant me this, at least for my own peace of mind. Just for tonight. Allow me, if I may, to indulge in an alternate form of intimacy, one which I’ve dreamed of sharing with you since your first trick with the Sater.” The last sentence was gritted out between clenched teeth. Your eyes wide, you bit your lip and barely finished a frenzied nod before Ezra was pinning your hands above your head and scraping his teeth against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. It was somehow different, more measured, if no less intense. You let a shiver run through your body as Ezra moved down to first one breast, then the other. He opened his mouth wide and covered the entirety of your nipple and sucked. You gasped, already overwhelmed. You felt as if you could lose your mind as he possessed you. Teeth scraped and teased, and he made sure the peak of your breast was properly slicked before repeating the motions on your other breast. You keened out into the cycled air of the tent as the wet surface of your skin cooled, warring with the sinful furnace of Ezra’s mouth on your other breast. He disengaged, intentions clear as he continued to kiss, lick, and nip down the length of your body. You were struck mute and trembling. You didn’t realize he had let go of your hands, and you were so mesmerized that you kept them stationary above your head. Ezra reached your drenched core and settled between your legs, pressing feather-light kisses to your inner thighs as you whimpered. He was going to kill you. He paused, and as you realized he was beginning to part your inner folds you started and reflexively started to close your legs. Ezra huffed, placing a searing palm against the inside of your knee in protest. “Don’t be shy, sweet girl. There is no shame here with me. I consider it a compliment of the highest order that you are blooming for me like this.” He moved to lay his head against the side of your thigh. He felt inches away from you. You could feel every warm exhale against your dripping sex, hypersensitive, attuned to every word and movement. “Look at you,” he crooned reverently. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen arousal so profound. Glistening like a jewel. Every blushing fold spread open and ready. The temple of this divine cunt fluttering and weeping for me.” You choked out a broken groan at his words and tilted your hips toward him desperately. Impossibly, you felt him closer, his breaths tiny explosions on your swollen core. He groaned back in response and dragged his fingers languidly through your slick. “.....smell so good…” Before you could register his words he darted forward and licked from your clenching hole up to your clit, his tongue wide and flat. Ezra ran his tongue back down to your base before repeating the motion twice more. It was a feeling so intense, sensation so overwhelming to you, that you could not speak, only throw your head back with eyes and mouth wide in a silent scream. Your hands hammered down to your sides and you tore at the sheets beneath you. “....taste so fucking good.” You gasped his name like a prayer. You were incapable of speech, your mind blank. Over the din of white noise between your ears, you heard Ezra speaking your name reverently. You forced your head up to meet his gaze. Your arousal was a wet sheen across his face, his eyes blown wide, hair wild. So beautiful. “You still with me, Dove?” You could only give him another desperate nod. You then watched, eyes wide and shocked, as Ezra opened his wicked mouth and let a strand of spittle drip down from his lips and roll down to coat your engorged clit. “Ezra...oh my fucking God,” You moaned. He could kill you in this moment, snuff your life like a wasted candle and you would thank him. When he next attached his mouth to you and began to tongue your fluttering cunt, you could not stop the noises that left your gasping mouth. You could not keep track of the groans, whimpers, screams, pleas that left you like an incantation. If you’d been able to form a coherent thought, you may have even supposed (correctly) that Ezra would be cataloguing every single one. When he moved his mouth back to your aching clit, he replaced his tongue with two thick fingers and entered you easily. He began a slow, deep pace while his tongue danced across and upon your bud. Your legs began to shake of their own accord, muscles jumping and fluttering. Ezra placed a hand across your stomach to steady you, murmuring low praises. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. So good. Come for me sweetheart. Let go, release onto my tongue, spill your ecstasy into my mouth.” He resumed the labor of his fingers within your walls and latched his mouth to your bud and began sucking. The pressure in your belly, between your legs, through your limbs stretched tight and snapped, and you roared Ezra’s name into the void of the Green. You were shaking, you were flying apart, the world could be crumbling down around you, you did not care. I’m dying, you thought. You could not think beyond the white-hot, searing pleasure that sparked through and lit up every nerve ending. Ezra worked you through your explosive release, easing you down with slow licks and kisses as he greedily consumed every drop of his victory. He finally relented and crawled back up your shaking body. He kissed you wantonly, gasping into your mouth. You tasted your own arousal and release on his lips and tongue- it was intoxicating. He kissed you as if he would die if he stopped, his hands cradling your face. “Ezra,” you moaned, your breaths and heart rate finally beginning to slow. “Ezra, that was…..” You felt him smirk against your mouth. You gasped out a laugh and wound your arms around his shoulders. “Proud of yourself, are you?” You swore on your soul that he giggled. “While I must admit fault has never been found in my technique, I don’t believe I’ve ever had a response so….intense. You do wonders for my ego, Dovie.” He whispered, tucking his nose into your neck. You stroked his back, your limbs heavy and loose. You could have drifted away like this but for the hardness you felt against your hip. “Hey, Ez?” “Mmmfff.” “What about you?” To punctuate your point, your hand reached down to palm him through his trousers. Ezra’s demeanor immediately changed, lazy grin stilling as he gasped and groaned against you. “I believe I told you I wanted you in my mouth last night, Ezra. I still do.” “You don’t have to, sweet one. I wanted to take care of you tonight,” he gasped, even as he began to rock his hips into your open hand. “I want to take care of you, too,” You whispered against his mouth. You were startled by the desire flooding into you once again- Ezra had fully wrung you out, you should be exhausted. Instead, the flames of your lust were stoked once again as you rolled him onto his back and began to undo his pants. Ezra stared down at you, his breathing hitched and baited. His hands were fisted on either side of him, he looked almost scared to move. You revealed his swollen aching cock, red and weeping. He was so aroused the head of him was almost purple. You swore you could see his pronounced veins pulsating. Your felt your cunt clench, further shocking you. You realized your mouth was watering. “I need this divine cock in my mouth, Ezra. I want to watch you fall apart for me.” Ezra whined, hands clutching in desperation as yours were only a short time before. You flashed him a salacious grin and opened your mouth to spew your own string of saliva to cascade down the head of his cock. Ezra gasped, eyes wide. “Turnabout is fair play, Sir.” Shudders racked his body as you lowered your head, placing delicate kisses at the base of him before working your way up. Ezra quickly became a panting, groaning mess, knocking his head into the pillow. The cords of his neck stood out in stark relief as his hips canted upward in search of more of your mouth, more of anything. “Please, sweet girl,” he moaned, is voice thin and reedy, “Please. I need more….” You glanced up at him as your hand slowly pumped his length, considering, before once again leaning forward. Without preamble you opened your mouth and took him down as far as you could. The cries that erupted from him at your action could have awakened any floater within a 15-mile radius. You wanted to hear it again, so you dislodged him from your mouth before repeating your action. You clasped hour hands around the sizable part of him that did not fit, lacing your fingers together. You pressed your palms against the slick shaft and worked him slowly and steadily while the obscene, wet noises coming from your mouth reverberated throughout your quarters. Ezra was properly wrecked, sobbing and gasping, pleading for you to continue. “You're going to kill me,” he whined, and it caused a fresh flood of arousal to run down the insides of your thighs. He was so, so close. You could feel his cock twitch and swell impossibly. You raised your eyes to meet his, mouth popping off of him, strands of spit stretching like cables between your parted lips and his glistening head. Catching your breath, you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth. “Come in my mouth, Ezra.” Ezra could only whimper in response, hands buried in your hair as you sank back onto him. You bobbed your head once, twice, three times, and then he was painting your mouth and tongue with his seed. You struggled to swallow it all, it seemed neverending. Ezra sobbed, shouting half-formed words and unintelligible praises into the air. His hips twitched and rolled up rhythmically as you struggled to keep him captured within the confines of your mouth. You swallowed each spurt eagerly until Ezra tugged at your hair, hypersensitized, to pull you up his chest. His limbs trembled in aftershocks as his arms wrapped around you. His heart continued to hammer in his chest as you lay your head on him. You reached a hand up to cup his face. Ezra leaned into it, turning his head and placing a kiss to the palm of your hand. “You are magical, Dove. Transcendent. I do not deserve you.” You yawned and burrowed your head into the crook of his neck. You were suddenly exhausted. You stayed entwined on your cots, breaths slowing and steadying as you both found your slumber. Inhaling as you exhaled, you dreamed of escape, daring to hope against hope that there was a way to leave and make your way to something better. Something you both deserved.

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