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sassy-stupid · 10 months

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Steamy

Pairing

Al-haitham x reader x Kaveh

Smut

18+ only please!

Word count

5.2k

Content warnings

Polyamory, shower sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration, degradation, Al-haitham, creampies, reader gets slapped once but relatively gently.

Summary

Your boyfriend lets something about his old relationship with his hot roommate slip during your shower together, you see the potential.

"Gods, why are you trying to wash yourself in an active volcano," Al-haitham hisses as he immediately steps back out from under the stream of admittedly extremely hot water.

You'd been together with the scribe turned grand sage for a while now. Which means it was no surprise for him to find you in his shower and no surprise for you to find him stepping in to join you. What did come as a surprise to him though was the sheer temperature of your relaxing little shower.

You giggle. "Sorry baby but a nice shower isn't nice if it doesn't feel like you're burning your filth and sins off your body y'know?" He shakes his head, well aware that you'd keep this going if he denied, but too stubborn to just agree with you.

"Why does every other person in this house try to match the sun's temperature in their showers." He's complaining but it catches your attention anyway. He raises an eyebrow at the sly grin on your face, "what?"

"How come you know how hot Kaveh likes to shower?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him. You swear you can see him flush, although with the steam and sweltering heat in the room it is a bit hard to tell.

"We're roommates, of course I would know that," he says, deadpanning, although in a slight fit of nervousness he adds "it's not as if you need to shower together to know that."

"Ooooh but baby, I'M not the one who said you showered together." You enjoyed mentally poking and prodding at him like this on the best of days but today even more so. The revelation about your boyfriend and his heartthrob roommate making you giddy.

He reached out turning the heat of your shower down a bit before finally stepping in to actually join you. Immediately pushing you up against the tiled shower wall. "I know you enjoy riling me up like this but do you really want to talk about Kaveh right now?" he speaks, nice and low. The voice he always uses when trying to make you pliant before diving into a kiss.

You weren't quite done yet though. You hum as you pull away from him. "I don't know, judging by your body's reaction, you're enjoying talking about him even more than I am." You tease, rubbing your thigh against his arousal. You bring your mouth close to his ear and whisper, "tell me Al-haitham, did you and dear Kaveh use to fuck before I came around? Is that why the two of you can't go 5 minutes without bickering?"

You were mostly still teasing but you couldn't help but actually be curious. HAD they been intimate together? And if so was it just convenience, or were there feelings involved? Your mind started racing and to your surprise what it ended up on was not a fit of jealousy and insecurity at your boyfriend having been with one of the most attractive people you knew. It felt like a golden opportunity instead.

Al-haitham's face was undeniably red now, although if you'd mention it he'd blame the heat. "I- what." He took a second to recompose himself before looking you in the eye and asking earnestly. "Would that bother you?" You felt you heart skip a beat at his concern, here you had been almost bullying him and he's checking in on you so sweetly.

"It wouldn't as long as you're not doing anything with him behind my back, which I know you would never, I'm good." You let your hand softly stroke his face, reveling in him when he leans into you. "...Sooo did you?"

His eyes flit away from yours "...yes," he sighs. "We had a period where we were something, not quite in a relationship but not just friends with benefits either." The spicy shower he'd been planning to take with you had turned sweet, you were now washing his hair for him as the two of you spoke.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" You feel him stiffen up at your question and you gently rub his shoulders in response. "I'm not accusing you of anything, we're just talking, yeah?" He doesn't quite relax, but he leans back into you and answers.

"It wouldn't matter if I did, he's set his sights elsewhere." The last part of his sentence sounded exasperated, a tone he frequently used when the subject turns to Kaveh. "He's actually opened up about the crush he's been nursing on YOU recently."

This takes you by surprise, your body language shows it and Al-haitham is quick to comfort you. "He promised me he won't act on it, and I can promise to you that he's still a decent guy (y/n). He won't just try to steal you from me."

You blinked, your mind working overtime. "Wait a second." Your hand came to you chin in an exaggerated thinking pose.

"So you say Kaveh likes me?" He nods slowly, trying to follow your train of thought. "You like Kaveh," he hesitates but when you send him a pointed look he resigns and nods. "Kaveh DEFINITELY still likes you, don't bother trying to deny it, you might not see it but I'M not blind." Al-haitham doesn't even bother to fight it, yet he's barely nodding along anymore either.

"(Y/n), are you actually going to go there?" He seems to have caught on and you shrug.

"And I kinda like Kaveh too," you confirm.

"I see, then, how would we go about this? Do we just invite him in?" he asks, and you giggle, happy that your boyfriend seems on board. "How about we ask him into our next shower? He seems to enjoy it hot too right?" You wink at him.

The rest of the shower is nice, a bit cold for your liking but Al-haitham promised you 'the hottest shower of your life' tomorrow and you're not even entirely sure if he was talking about the temperature but you went along with it either way. The night brought along some heavy petting but no further action as both of you were far too excited about the day to come.

The next day goes by at a snail's pace, you were never good at waiting but it did give you the time to consider how you would handle this. Al-haitham was at work and so was Kaveh, you'd decided you'd make a little show of inviting Al-haitham into a shower and then have him invite Kaveh.

You though that considering the two of them have already had sex before it might seem more like a genuine offer coming from him.

And so the two came back from work, exchanging their regular harsh sounding words, over some nonsense no doubt. You made haste on your way over, excitement getting the better of you as you launched yourself into your boyfriend.

"You're back!" You announced, though they were already quite aware of the fact. Something Al-haitham was probably about to tell you when Kaveh interrupted him.

"You seem to be in a good mood, special occasion?" He smiled at you and combined with the knowledge of his little crush on you, the attention flustered you.

"A little bit, I was waiting for you guys to come home because I was going to take a nice long shower but the bathroom gets so lonely." You fake pout as your little show begins. You admit, you put it on a bit thick as you drape yourself across your boyfriend. Though the blush on Kaveh's face as he averts his eyes, mind wandering no doubt, makes it worth it.

"Needy as always I see," comes Al-haitham's reply "go get the water temperature right." The look on his face makes his intentions clear to you, he plans on being the one to ask Kaveh as well.

"Oh? Letting me decide the temperature?" You tease, before shooting Kaveh a wink "things are about to get steamy." You turn and leave before you can see their reaction, mostly to avoid seeing Al-haitham roll his eyes at you again.

You just barely got the shower running before you hear shouting. Their conversation had the cadence of their usual bickering just a lot louder. You quickly made your way to them, running into Al-haitham in the hallway.

"He doesn't believe me, thinks I'm playing a stupid prank on him," Al-haitham speaks casually, as if it doesn't bother him but luckily you know him better than that.

You pat his shoulder. "Don't worry, he's just being wary. I'm sure he doesn't really believe you'd do that but he was just caught off guard," you reassure the man who, in your eyes, was practically sulking in front of you.

"I got this!" You say, more to yourself than to Al-haitham, as you walk past him towards the blond who was still muttering to himself.

Before you could say anything his eyes shot to you and he started talking exasperatedly. "(y/n)! You would not BELIEVE the stupid joke your boyfriend just tried to pull on me." He was fuming and you couldn't even get a word in before he continued, "I think it's frankly disrespectful not only to me but to you as well, you should scold him for this! I already did but he needs to hear it at least twice!"

You laugh, he gets worked up so easy whenever your boyfriend is involved. You really don't know how you'd never guessed their history before, looking back now. "Kaveh," you get his attention, squeezing his shoulder for good measure "please join us in the shower?"

"A-are you playing along with his sick joke?" He looks almost heartbroken and you can't stand it. You shake your head quickly before putting your hands on his cheeks and pulling him in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips which seems to stun him into silence.

"Haitham and I got to talking when he mentioned you and I both liked our showers hot," you speak gently, not wanting to hurt the soft-hearted blonde any further. "We connected some dots and figured out we both liked you, and you liked both of us."

Kaveh was blinking rapidly, clearly trying to catch up to the situation, which to him was dizzying. He'd just gotten kissed by his crush, his ex and best friend's girlfriend.

"Look Kaveh, I promise Al-haitham wasn't joking and neither am I, we all have some kind of feelings for eachother and although we'd have to work it all out together. We're willing to try if you are." Your hand was now gently stroking his cheek as he processed your offer.

His hand caught yours and for a second you're anxiously expecting rejection, however he brings your hand to his mouth and presses a chaste kiss to it "I'll admit I've dreamed of this, so when Al-haitham asked it sounded too good to be true."

This time, his hand on the nape of your neck is what pulls you into a kiss, a far less gentle one than before that has you almost panting when you pull away. Kaveh grins at you as he pulls you along towards Al-haitham's huge bathroom. "Think he can handle our heat?"

You arrive at the bathroom giggling, Kaveh reverting to his natural charm now that his reason for anxiety was gone. Al-haitham doesn't try to hide the small smile on his face, a moment you will cherish, before he speaks, "Finally come to your senses Kaveh? I was beginning to think you'd actually be stupid enough to think we would both joke about this."

Not one to take Al-haitham's remarks Kaveh immediately strikes back, "There's a reason people expect things like that from you Al-haitham, maybe if you were more in touch with the people around you, you'd-" you interrupt him by throwing you shirt over his head. Their bickering was cute, but you'd been waiting for this long enough and you'd be lying through your teeth if you said you weren't dying to see Kaveh naked.

As he lifted your shirt off his head you could see he was practically glowing, his face a bright red that had Al-haitham suppressing a chuckle and you nearly cooing at how cute the blond was. His eyes met yours before they drifted down, starting to take in your body as Al-haitham's hands softly started rubbing up and down your waist.

Kaveh's pupils were fully blown and you were sure they only mirrored your own as Al-haitham started speaking in that low tone again, "see this Kaveh? This is what you've been missing out on." His hands push your bra below your chest, making your tits spill out before he starts to feel them up. One of his hands was now rolling a nipple between his fingers as the other slipped down, hooking on the hem of your panties. You decided not to suppress your whines, desperate to show Kaveh everything.

He practically whimpered before surging forward, his hands joining Al-haitham in undressing you in the most sensual way you'd ever been undressed. Meanwhile his lips pressed against Al-haitham's and your heart picked up the pace at seeing the two together.

As Kaveh's fingers made contact with your slit you both moaned simultaneously. Al-haitham pulled back to remove his shirt and you pulled on Kaveh's as he speaks, "such a good girl for us, so wet already." His fingers glide over your clit and you almost double over at how light and electrifying how touches are. Just like his words, a stark contrast to Al-haitham.

You're pulling at Kaveh's pants now as he pushes a finger in, Al-haitham turns on the shower behind you but even the sound of the water doesn't hide the needy moan you let out. "Almost baby, we got you, don't worry you'll have all of us," Kaveh responds to your sounds gently and for a second you think about how he's not just a contrast to Al-haitham's harsh words, they complement eachother perfectly.

Then the scribe is pulling you out of your thoughts and backwards into the shower by your hips. Kaveh quickly shrugs off his underwear before following.

Your eyes glide over his body and you don't try to hide the hunger beneath it, making the blonde shiver despite the scorching shower he just stepped into. He's big, bigger than Al-haitham and you wonder if that's why he'd being so gentle. There's no way you'd be able to take THAT rough from the get-go.

Al-haithams hands are on your heat, one playing with you throbbing clit as the other presses two fingers into you hole, beginning to stretch you out for them. "I didn't think it possible but your pussy might be hotter than this shower." He kisses down your neck and you can feel his smirk on your skin as he says, "you're about as wet though."

Kaveh finally reaches you and his mouth is on yours instantly, the kiss down right debauched as his hand pulls one of your legs over his hip making you balance on the other one before Al-haitham presses into you from behind. You were leaning on the two men completely now, and there was nowhere you'd rather be at the moment.

"Please baby, grind that sweet pussy on my cock. I know you can do it, please just let me feel you," Kaveh whispers in your ear and you do as he asks, not being able to refuse him when he begs you like that.

Al-haitham's hand slaps you ass firmly. "Don't forget about me," he mumbles from where his teeth are pinching at your neck, and how could you when his hand on your jaw makes you face him. His kisses are different from Kaveh's, less desperation and more calculated intent to turn you on further, their passion rivaled eachother despite the difference.

Kaveh's cock was nestled firmly between your folds now, his head nudging your clit every movement you made so when Al-haitham takes control over the movements your hips make, your eyes roll back.

"Oh my god, I need to feel her," Kaveh groans as Al-haitham pushes you into him again "need to feel you around me baby." His voice softened the second he addressed you and it made you melt, the softness of it all despite the meaning of his words.

Al-haitham chuckled. "How about it little slut? Should I lift you onto his cock? Why am I even asking, I know what you need." His degrading side was coming out, probably feeling like Kaveh was spoiling you too much and the difference between them was giving you whiplash.

He doesn't ask again before he tilts your hips towards Kaveh's tip, the blond licks his lips as he looks at the man beside you. "You just gonna serve her up to me like this? Gonna put our sweet girl onto my cock? Go on, make her take all of me."

Al-haitham is not usually one to take orders but maybe that's exclusive to you because the second the words leave Kaveh's lips you're being brought down on him. It stretches you beyond belief, if Al-haitham was big then Kaveh was massive and you were loving it.

"Taking me so well," Kaveh moans in your ear, in the other Al-haitham whispers, "like the born slut you are, look at how you're sucking him in." His hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there but when you see Al-haitham's other hand run down Kaveh's back towards his puckered hole, you find it near impossible to hold back and when Kaveh jolts inside you as Al-haitham presses a finger into him, you finally let go.

You're almost crying as you cream Kaveh's cock, it seems way too soon for it to feel this intense but the heat is getting to you. Kaveh is looking at you with his mouth dropped open, reverently, as he keeps up his deep thrusts inside you. Al-haitham bites down on your shoulder possesively, practically promising to ruin you further tonight.

"Oh baby, getting so tight. Creaming my cock so well. Wanna fill you up baby, been so good, you deserve my cum," Kaveh praises you to heaven and back, his hands caressing your face and despite just cumming, it does things to you.

"Please Kaveh." You barely recognize your own voice as you beg for his cum, "I want it in me, need you". The effect is instant, his jaw going slack as he grinds in deep leaving behind a thick load of his seed.

He thrusts into you gently a few more times before Al-haitam speaks up, "you're just going to keep fucking your cum into her? Or can I finally get my dick wet?" He gets so crass like this but you can't deny you like it. Kaveh opens his mouth, no doubt to argue but Al-haitham is one step ahead. "Not THAT kind of wet".

Kaveh gives you another deep kiss as he slowly pulls his cock out, the cum he'd been fucking deeper seeping out along with it causing the man to groan at the sight. "Baby, you look so pretty all filled with me," he says as he pulls away from your lips. Reaching his fingers out to push some of it back into you but Al-haitham catches them and brings them to his mouth. Both you and Kaveh look on mesmerized as he begins sucking on them, drool spreading everywhere before he brings them down to your ass.

"It's my turn now so why don't you make yourself useful for once and get her ready to be properly shared." The words are meant for Kaveh but he's turned you around and is staring into your eyes while he says them. A shiver runs down your back as you get what he means.

The smirk on his face isn't wide by any means, always one for the more subtle facial expressions, but the sentiment behind it was clear. "You've been enjoying yourself haven't you?" he says as he leans down into your neck to leave his mark. The nip of his teeth makes a shiver run down your back. Just as you were about to answer him, knowing your boyfriend's dominant streak meant he didn't like being ignored, Kaveh's fingers made contact with your ass. Your answer changed into a strangled gasp as Kaveh works his index finger into you.

Luckily Al-haitham seems to be in a forgiving mood. "Awe, is my little slut already fucked too dumb to answer? You've only taken one of us so far, don't think we're even near done yet," He says while he nudges his cock towards your pussy, still wet with Kaveh's cum. "It's time you finally use that body of yours to satisfy me, been making me wait for it for too long." He shoves his cock all the way in on his first thrust, trusting the sheer amount of cum to provide plenty lubrication.

With Al-haitham's rough treatment melting your brain you almost didn't notice Kaveh's soothing actions. While one of his hands was busy prepping you, the other was practically petting you. His motions so gentle your body relaxed into every single one of his touches. The two men were in complete control over you now.

"Doing so well baby, you can take it," Kaveh speaks near your ear as he pushes a third finger in.

"Yeah, you heard him princess. You can take it." The same words sounded so different from Al-haitham's mouth but truth be told, you barely registered either of them.

Al-haitham might not have been as sweet to you as Kaveh but the passion was definitely there and he knows his way around your body. You felt yourself clench around him as his fingers started to circle your clit. "Gonna cum? Better keep it in slut, we're not stopping until WE'RE done, you know that." You knew you could tap out at any given moment despite what he was saying, but not a bone in your body considered it. Even as your body shook during your orgasm, not even as it shivered from overstimulation.

"Haitham, give her a second. I'm about to put it in." if you'd been any more present you'd have scolded Kaveh for speaking about you as if you weren't there but you honestly were barely even sure if you were anymore.

Luckily Al-haitham really did seem to take orders from Kaveh as he stopped his rough thrusts for a moment. You panted and whimpered in his neck, pussy still spasming from the climax he never fully allowed you to stop having. His hands on you turned gentle for a second, pulling you away from his neck a bit, eyes on your partially focused ones as he asked, "are you still okay? Need an actual break?"

"Nooo, I'm okay. Please keep going, everything feels so good." Despite the clear struggle to put your thoughts into words and the slight slur to your them, he took your answer to heart. Immediately diving into a passionate kiss.

You don't know if he had meant to distract you from Kaveh but the next thing you registered was the thick head of his cock poking around your tight hole. You suppress the slight anxiety you're feeling, both men doing their all to keep you calm as the blond begins to push into you slowly.

"Baby, you gotta relax a bit." You're not entirely sure which one of the two was speaking but it was Al-haitham's thumb that gently moved over your bottom lip. You didn't even know when you started biting down on it but you're glad Al-haitham noticed before you bit too hard.

"Shhhh, almost there pretty thing. You're doing so well for us." This time you know it's Kaveh, he's practically speaking into your neck now, "sooooo good for us."

You feel him buck up into you further and another high-pitched whine leaves you. The pressure of both of them at once was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Sure you'd taken Al-haitham before while wearing a buttplug but it couldn't even begin to compare to this.

"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum. It's just so warm." The end of Kaveh's sentence sounded more like a moan than anything else and you could feel him lean more of his body weight into you as he finally bottomed out.

Al-haitham's arm shot up at Kaveh's words, slender fingers tangling into the other's hair. "Not yet," the tone of his voice was deeper than you'd ever heard from him before "I know you're a needy bitch but you can hold out for a bit." He pulled on Kaveh's hair at the degrading words and you could feel both of their cocks twitch inside you.

You'd always known they'd have amazing chemistry based on all their bickering but being sandwiched between them as they started making out was really something else. Paired with Al-haitham's deep grinding and Kaveh's shallow thrusting, the sight of it pushed you over the edge once more.

Your eyes rolled back and you bite down on Al-haitham's shoulder to keep yourself together as your body convulses wildly. The amount of times they've made you cum is starting to make you feel a bit sore but you refuse to be the one to end this.

Kaveh is groaning in your ear again as he drives his cock in and out of you slowly "You're the best thing I've ever felt (y/n)," he takes a good look at your face before continuing "are you keeping up, angel? Need me to carry you?"

"Yes Kaveh, please," you say, voice sounding like a whimper. He hums in your ear appreciatively while his hands slide down your thighs to lift you up.

"I love it when you say my name like that baby, sound so pretty when you're begging," Kaveh whispers to you, though you're sure Al-haitham can hear judging by the pull at the corner of his lips.

Both of them keep going until the squelching sounds are louder than the water, at that point Kaveh seems to start struggling. He's making animalistic sounds now and it's giving Al-haitham a new reason to tease him.

"You sound like you're absolutely pussy-whipped." The intention behind his words were clear but Kaveh was too far gone to realize, he nodded into your neck in response.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah I am," he speaks as he pushes in hard, his strength shoving Al-haitham into the wall. The new position allowing the blond to fuck you into him.

You're starting to slip when Al-haitham pulls you back with a soft slap to the face. He's always gentle when he does but his words never sound like it. "Stay with us, I'm not done with you yet."

"Don't be mean to her Haitham, she's doing so damn well for us." Kaveh's reply sounds labored, his breath coming through hard as he's practically panting the words out.

"Don't get too cocky there Kaveh, I'll put you in your place next time. We'll see if you take me as well as she does," Al-haitham scolds, though the promise behind the words is not lost on Kaveh and you feel his cock twitch in response.

Your end is nearing fast and the sexy sounds coming from both of them are doing nothing to slow it down. "Please I'm gonna- I don't know if I can." You don't know who you're addressing but you feel both their hands caress your face the second the words leave you.

"You can." Al-haitham's reply is short and should not be as comforting to you as it is but with Kaveh's addition of "We got you." it's perfect and you let yourself fall over the edge again.

The next few seconds are blurry, but when the world gets sharp again you realize they both stopped. You're secretly grateful because as much as you were enjoying yourself, you really weren't sure how much longer you could take any of it.

You feel Al-haitham pull out and the water immediately washes away the cum that leaks out along with him. You realize Kaveh had pulled out sometime during your little moment and he was now turning you around in his arms, hugging you into his chest practically singing praise into your ears.

"Guys, we should leave the shower now." Al-haitham's voice comes from close behind you, and is met with disapproving whines from both you and Kaveh. "Be my guest, just know that I'm not babying either of you when you get sick from the cold water," He continues, combing his hand through your hair once before leaving the shower on his own.

"Cold?" You question, not noticing just how much warm water you guys had used up. The shower had gradually turned icy.

"Yeah, cold. Our body heat and the distraction must have kept us from noticing the gradual change," came Al-haitham's reply from somewhere outside of the shower.

"there's no way we didn't notice that, it's ice cold now! You must've just changed it!" Kaveh accuses Al-haitham, who in turn merely rolls his eyes before reaching back into the shower and turning the water off.

"Why would I? Some of us aren't desperate enough for attention to act out like that Kaveh," Al-haitham spoke pointedly as he handed Kaveh a towel.

Kaveh scoffed but didn't argue further as he turned to you again, beginning to dry you off. "Do you need anything? I could run you a bath? Or just get you something to clean up with? Do you want any snacks? You've earned them," he offered instead.

Al-haitham wasn't great at aftercare but he'd always been sufficient, knowing how to bring you down from your high gently. Which is why you didn't know how to react when the prince of aftercare himself, started pulling out snacks from places you hadn't even known had been in the house.

A giggle escaped you as Kaveh popped a candy he'd just unwrapped for you into your mouth. "How long have you been hiding all this in my bathroom?" Al-haitham sounded unimpressed but got shut up when the grinning blond booped him on the nose before giving him a sweet kiss.

"You'd be surprised at how many stashes I have around here, I can keep all of us supplied for weeks," he replies his grin now cheeky, knowing the scribe wouldn't give him any shit if he's sharing with you.

"You're lucky she likes her sweets as much as you," Al-haitham states, moving to get dressed.

"Andddd, you're lucky we both like our showers hot," you add.

"I know, I'm just the luckiest," Kaveh says, looking at the two of you fondly.

Later that night the three of you are crammed into Al-haitham's bed since it was the largest (technically his was the same size as Kaveh's but the latter had so many blankets and pillows it takes up at least a quarter of the space). The two men almost instantly fall asleep, Kaveh hugging your arm to his chest as Al-haitham spoons him.

You always knew there was more to their arguing but seeing them at peace together like this warmed your heart, looking back down at them you thanked whatever God was out there that you and Kaveh liked the same type of showers.

I lost three rounds of editing on this fic because of tumblr shenanigans so if you spot any mistakes please cut me some slack I probably had them fixed at one point.

Trying to see if it'll let me post without any media, if it does I'll try to update it from my laptop tomorrow for ✨️aesthetic✨️ reasons.

(If this goes through the ✨️aesthetic✨️ edit is done)

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ghostytoad · 8 months

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🎃 ROTTMNT Halloween Headcanons 🎃

Haunted House (X Reader) Edition

Summary: Date night at a scare attraction with Reader!

Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey, April, Cassandra, & Casey Jr

CW: Fluff, romance ig?, can be read as platonic, gn! reader

Halloween Headcanons - Haunted House Edition Pt. 1

Raph:

isn't too thrilled about the idea, would rather stay home with y/n and watch scary movies

but how can he say no to those cute lil' eyes?

has to hype himself up while waiting in line to be brave for y/n

"you can do this, raph. you're big. you're strong. you're definitely not afraid of a dumb ol' haunted house."

he will cling onto them the entire time and hide his face in their back

his arms will not leave their waist; it's his only lifeline rn

is v careful not to squeeze too hard tho

makes it farther than he usually does with his bros

does it all for y/n; he's gotta be there to protect them after all

has never made it all the way to the end tho

it usually ends with him running out of the house screaming like a little schoolgirl

carries y/n bridal style while he's running

refuses to stop until they've made it all the way back to the lair

promises to make it up to them every time tho

Donnie:

honestly? why even bother?

he can show you scarier things out on the streets of new york than you'd ever see at a cliche scare attraction

begrudingly goes anyways; pretends its against his will but any time spent with y/n makes him v happy

not that he'd ever admit it

spends most of the time pointing out where and when most scares will occur

it really ruins the surprise for y/n but he genuinely doesn't notice he does it

"cue yet another garish hockey slasher approaching from the left corridor in 3... 2... 1...."

will occasionally tease y/n for getting scared but never pushes them past their limit

if y/n decides to tap out early, he'll understand

doesn't stop him from reaching the end tho

decides to video chat with y/n the entire time tho to show them "what they're missing out on /s"

adds a few unenthusiastic aaaah's while he's still inside to cheer y/n up for tapping out early

Leo:

oho he is going to milk this opportunity to be your knight in shining armor

cocky and smug the entire time

promises y/n that they have nothing to fear as long as lightning leon is around!

will absolutely melt if y/n clings onto him

might even carry them koala bear style if they're too scared to move

"no te asustes, mi amor! let these big, strong arms protect you from the scary monsters!"

will probably jump out to scare y/n a few times

knows when to stop tho; he's not heartless!

finds it cute how scared they get and will let them know again and again how adorable they are

if y/n decides to tap out early, he does get a bit pouty but will leave with them

makes up for all his teasing with a big share of his candy haul

Mikey:

won't say no to a date night with y/n!!

he'd jump into an active volcano if it meant getting to spend time with them!!

he doesn't mind if it's a bit scary for him.....

does his best to reassure y/n that they shouldn't be too scared! mikey's got their back!

is incredibly good at putting a brave face on the entire time

will cling to y/n as much as he can

might get a bit spooked every now and then, but as long as y/n's with him, he can power through anything

checks in often to make sure y/n is okay

"a-are you good to keep going? n-not that i'm scared, i just want you to feel safe!"

will immediately tap out if y/n starts getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable

if y/n makes it through to the end, he will absolutely brag to everyone about how brave and cool they are

April:

she knows all the best spots and is psyched to take y/n to all of them!

will make a whole date week of it

v encouraging and supportive of y/n the whole time if they show any fear

"as long as we stick together, we've got this thing in the bag! we're the power couple to end all power couples!"

doesn't mind y/n clinging onto her and uses her hoodie as a face cover if they get a bit too scared

if she does get scared (rare), she will instictively reach out for y/n's hand

would never tease y/n for getting scared, but will giggle at how undeniably cute their screams are

lots of "scared face" selfies!!

tries to encourage y/n to keep going if they start slowing down but will not hesitate to tap out if needed

takes y/n to meet all the scare actors after closing to help them get over their fears a bit

likes to end the night with a horror movie marathon and a sweets binge

Cass:

doesn't understand it.... but if it makes y/n happy then she must oblige

might need to be talked through the concept a few times while waiting in line

is a bit surprised and caught off guard if y/n decides to cling onto her

she won't reject it, she's just unsure how to reciprocate

she's definitely beat up a few scare actors that've gotten a little too close to y/n for comfort

"the masked one dares to threaten my y/n?! you will suffer unending retribution for your insolence!!"

will get incredibly angry if someone scares y/n too badly and demand an apology (and all of their candy)

keeps a close eye on y/n the entire time

if y/n decides to tap out early, she will swoop them up and carry them straight to the door

refuses to let them walk afterwards until they're absolutely 100% certain they're okay and not dying or anything

will consider it an incredible triumph if y/n makes it all the way to the end and will not let them forget just how amazing they are

Casey Jr:

he's a bit wary at first, but he'd do anything to make y/n happy

is nervous and a bit worried for y/n

what if y/n gets hurt? what if they end up getting traumatized from all the scares? would they make fun of him for being afraid? would they see him as weak?

stays on guard the whole time; firmly plants himself between y/n and anything that might scare them

will become a flustering mess if y/n decides to hold onto him for comfort tho

insanely protective and ready to defend; had broken a few props bc of this tho

checks in even more than mikey; is just incredibly worried for y/n

"are you alright, y/n? do we need to leave? just let me know when you need anything. i'm right here for you."

if y/n decides to tap out, casey won't hesitate to pick them up bridal style and rush through the nearest exit

growing up in the apocalypse, casey is v quick to make an escape so getting out won't be a problem for him

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ultra-phthalo · 3 days

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TF EU Soundwave In Issue 7 Sky Bound

[Listens to 'Mother Russia Bleeds Night Brawlers' as I read Soundwave beating the bolts out of Starscream in a volcano.]

God damn Soundwave is preying on Starscream. Walking around him and taking his time. Starscream is cornered. And Soundwave acts, letting it slip in the end about how bitter he was that Starscream had kicked his Ravage. The fire, smoke and sharp boulders of the active volcano. The glow of magma being the Decepticons only light source throughout the scene. Transitions. Snapping into a sunny scene on the Autobot's side away from the Decepticons. This change from fire to sunshine is meant to act as a comparison for the talk Arcee has with Carly. Carly is just as bitter about the harm Starscream had caused in her life; as Soundwave is bitter about Starscream running the Decepticons into the ground and harming the cassettes. Carly wants to take out her anger on Starscream as much as Soundwave does.

Soundwave isn't just beating Starscream for control. He's manifesting as the hate that the Autobot's claim they'll refuse to become participants of. And it's saying Carly is acting like a Decepticon. When Cliffjumper refused to kill Starscream. Carly pushed Cliffjumper away socially and doesn't want to talk to him. Considering his refusal as a betrayal to the trust she had in him. Carly does this without knowing the true reason as to why Cliff wouldn't shoot. The reason likely being that Cliff takes being an Autobot so seriously he considers killing a pleading bot a Decepticon act. But right now she doesn't care to listen to the warning the Autobots are giving her.

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lizstcore · 4 months

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Helga Sinclair x fem! reader

(part 1??)

this is literally my first time writing something and posting it,and it's not too good (+, English is not my first language).And nothing much happens,sorry 😭 . I can make a part 2 tho! Also,very ooc.

` When you accepted joining a mission on discovering the lost city of Atlantis and getting a bunch of money for simply doing what you know best,you couldn't be happier. Of course,you didn't expect to actually find living atlantians in there,but that's a story for another day. Now you were busy trying to get out of an active volcano.

"Milo!" you all desperately screamed,as the linguist tried to attach a crystallized Kida to our vehicle. You turned around in a hurry, wanting to see if there was anyone left. You felt your breath get stuck in your throat at the sight of the woman who betrayed you all,the cold hearted mercenary that was willing to wipe out an entire society for some money. The woman you unfortunately fell in love with, bleeding out in the crater of an active volcano that was about to erupt.

You stopped dead in your tracks, considering your options . In a moment of desperation,you jumped out of the vehicle,despite everyone telling you to get back and drive away. You ran to Helga as quickly as you could, struggling to pick her up over her shoulders. The blonde woman looked like she was trying to say something, presumably some snarky remark,but she only managed to let out a few painful sounding coughs and whimpers

Her eyes opened and widened momentarily, her face turned from an unreadable expression into a grimace. She was visibly uncomfortable, her teeth gritting painfully and her eyes closed in pain. She gave a sharp intake of air, which triggerd a deep, harsh cough. The red blood which stained her lips made her look almost demonic as she opend her eyes again and fixated your gaze for a moment. She did not appear to recognize you at first, but then the color began to slowly return to her face.

"Get me...out of here.. I'll be fine." she mumbled , trying to avoid your gaze

You immediately panicked and rushed to your vehicle, quickly pushing Helga inside while you put on your seat belt. Even as she laid hurt and half unconscious next to you,she was still very intimidating.

A few days passed by quickly,and everything was going pretty well. You and the crew returned from the Atlantis mission with more treasures than you've ever seen before,and an incredible discovery. While the others were busy trying to forget about everything Rourke did to the entire Atlantian civilisation,you spent most of your time in the hospital with Helga.

"I got you some stuff....check this out, it's an Atlantian dress! This would look beautiful on you!" you said excitedly, showing Helga the beautiful item of clothing. She scoffed and closed her eyes.

"Not my style. How long 'till I get out of this nightmare?" she asked, clearly done with everything that has happened in the past days

"A few days, don't worry... it's a miracle how you managed to survive that fall. The doctors are super shocked about your recovery." She chuckled,which was surprisingly attractive.

"I'm a tough gal,eh?...." she chuckled,then paused, looking like she wanted to ask something. Before she could open her mouth,you interrupted her.

"Yes,Rourke is dead. Yes, you're the one that finished him off,more or less" you smiled softly as you saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards. You haven't seen her actually smile in a while,it was a beautiful sight.

"Is that so?" she mumbled softly, clearly trying not to grin but failing miserably. Yeah,no one liked Rourke. You let your hand fall by your side,not noticing Helga's hand resting against the side of the hospital bed. Your hands brushed against eachother,and your touch starved ass immediately started sweating nervously. Yet no one moved.

"I...really like you, y'know... you're very strong. Emotionally and physically." you felt the urge to compliment her,and couldn't help yourself as you saw a literal goddess in front of you.

"Thank you,little girl" she smirked, teasing you.

"Hey now, I'm only a couple years younger!"

"Mhm..."

You couldn't help but look at the way her muscles flexed against the thin material of the hospital clothes. In fact,you looked so much you forgot you were even having a conversation with her.

"Getting quite distracted,I see. Just wait until I get out of here, sweetheart" she knew how much her teasing was affecting you,yet she continued. How awfully cruel... You felt your face getting red,and ignored your heart beating faster and faster.

You kept awkwardly chatting,until...

"They hate me, don't they?" Helga blurted out suddenly,as you bit you lip. She probably won't care less,so you decided to tell her the truth.

"They haven't forgiven you for betraying us... neither have I. You're lucky I get attached too easily. They got a bunch of treasures and valuable junk from Atlantis while I was busy getting Joshua to treat you...but I can't say I regret it" her emotions visibly changed all throughout your small explanation,but she finally looked at you with some sort of appreciation. She would never admit it though.

"If I knew you'd be here to annoy me all day before that motherfucker threw me out of the air balloon,I would've thrown myself" she joked with a smirk on her face. She was still cold... alright...you could work with it. It was getting pretty late,and you felt a bit nervous about sending more time with her. Even if you wanted to.

"I'll think I'll go home... goodbye,Helga. I really hope your recovering goes well."

The second the word "goodbye" came out of your mouth,she wanted to jump off the hospital bed and push you back on the chair (or in bed with her). She wasn't used to so much loneliness,she could usually get men at her feet whenever she wanted (either wanting to kiss her,or begging for help). Even if she did prefer being alone ,not having anyone to talk to was different. Especially if that someone was you. She hated it,but she was starting to get attached.

"... goodbye. You'll come visit,yes?" she asked trying to cover her nervous tone .You chuckled. Obviously you would.

"Yes."

#helga sinclair #atlantis the lost empire #x reader #helga sinclair x reader #lesbian #wlw #i love her #unfortunately ooc #and poorly written #disney villains

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breathlesslink · 7 months

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Chapter Ten — Goron City

t.o.c ; << | >>

[chapter warnings: arguments, link is overthinking, link is mean]

"We only have a few more minutes until we reach Goron City. It should be much cooler inside the actual city..."

Link's words did little to comfort you. Sure, you were used to the heat. Gerudo Town was in the desert, after all. But the dry heat of your second home was little in comparison to the scorching heat of the volcano. You had to discard your wooden shield because as you ascended to Goron City it caught on fire. The tips of your fingers were burnt from where you had grabbed the edge, but it wasn't anything to mention and worry Link over.

"We should've made more potions. I feel like I'm about to combust."

"Someone back at the stable mentioned that there were fireproof suits we could find that help. Maybe we can ask someone in the City about them-- I'm sure they sell them for travelers."

The air between the two of you was quiet.

It wasn't unusual for there to be silence between you and Link-- you couldn't keep a conversation going 24/7-- but this one felt different. Tense. It had been a bit off since leaving Zora's Domain, but you didn't want to think too hard about it. The only issue-- the strange feeling in the air continued to get worse and worse the closer you got to the city. It was almost unbearable, but was it your place to question it? You had to try.

"Link?" Your voice was quiet. He hummed. "Is everything alright?"

Link didn't respond for a moment, and you worried that you had crossed a boundary. "I just... They weigh on my mind."

"Who?"

"The old Champions." Link stared ahead. His eyes held a glazed-over look-- refusing to look at you. "I feel bad. Guilty, if anything."

"Survivor's guilt is a thing." You shrugged, "It can happen to soldiers when their comrades die. Like you're guilty that you're alive when they could've been alive too. But Link, do you realize that their sacrifices gave you another chance? It sucks that they didn't survive, but they had so much faith in you that they gave their lives to give you a fighting chance at defeating Ganon."

"And I failed to defeat him, which made them die."

"No, you were given a chance to get stronger. Who's to say that you would've defeated him back then?" You were a firm believer that things worked out they way they're supposed to. The Goddess doesn't make mistakes. "Maybe the Champions would've died before you made it to Ganon and couldn't activate the beasts to help you. Then he would've been way stronger. Or-or you said Zelda was in the castle, fighting him off right? If she couldn't use her powers like you said, then she wouldn't have weakened him or anything. 100 years ago may not have been the right time to kill Ganon, but now can be."

Link didn't respond, the gears turning in his head. You really hoped that you didn't say the wrong thing. "The entrance to the city is right ahead. Let's go."

You lowered your gaze to your horse, patting his mane in an attempt to soothe yourself from the blatant rejection of your comfort. It hurt, but you understood where he came from. This was definitely something you had no experience speaking on, so of course he'd take your words lightly. You didn't have much time to think about that, though, as the ground began to rumble beneath you. A loud roar pierced the air and a crash came down beside you, making Taz rear up in fear.

A large boulder appeared on your right, cratering the ground beneath it as it fell from the sky. Vah Rudania thrashed on the side of the volcano and more smoldering hot rocks flew from its vicinity to different parts of the city.

You pushed forward, tying Taz up with Epona at the entrance and heading in with Link. He was already a few steps ahead of you, asking around to find the Elder of the village. It didn't take long for a Goron to point you in the right direction, nor did it take much longer to walk across the small village and find him.

Bludo was very obviously the oldest Goron you'd ever seen— though, you'd rarely seen Gorons in your life. They didn't travel far from rocks, and rocks did seem to be pretty rare in the desert.

"— and that darn Yunobo hasn't been back in hours!"

Bludo raised his voice a few decibels and you finally tuned into what he was saying. Hopefully you weren't missing too much context. You didn't want to ask Link and bother him.

"Where's he at? I can find him."

"He went up to the Abandoned North Mine to fetch my painkillers this morning. Hasn't been back at all. Goddess only knows what he's been up to."

"We'll go get him right now!" You chime in. Link side-eyes you, but doesn't say anything until you bid your goodbyes to Bludo and are back in the town.

You need to buy that armor the people at the stable talked about .

"You don't need to come on this." It's his first words to you since you arrived, and they stung. "We agreed that you'd stay behind when it came to the Divine Beasts."

"This isn't the beasts, though." You argued, "I don't want to just sit in the village and do nothing. Once you and Bludo go to the volcano then I'll stay back."

Link doesn't respond, walking past you to the general store. There's two sets of armor for travelers there, but he only picks up one and brings it to the counter.

"Are you serious right now?" You're starting to get upset. You understood that he was going through a lot— really. But taking it out on you? "This is so petty."

You grabbed the other suit of armor and paid for it with your own rupees, not the satchel of shared rupees that you both used for travel necessities. You had to practically race to put on the suit and catch up with Link.

"Y/N, you can't come with me." He still marched ahead, eyes glued on the direction Bludo pointed you in.

"Yes I can!"

"No, you can't!" Link whipped around, exasperated. "You don't need to be doing the stuff that I have to do! You're not the hero— I alone am destined to do this so I need to do it alone. You can't do the things I need to do. I don't need you."

If all of Link's other actions stung, then this one was like a punch to the gut. Your eyes pricked with tears, but you couldn't possibly let Link see them. Especially after he already practically called you too weak to help out.

You tried to keep your voice steady. "Really? That's low."

"You don't get it—"

"No, Link, I do." You were shaking— whether it was from rage or something akin to heartbreak, you didn't know. "You're letting this whole thing get to your head. It's a huge deal, yeah, but you're taking it too far. There's no reason you should have yelled at me like that."

Link's eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but you turned around too quickly to see it. You took off your helmet and threw it on the ground— 500 rupees be damned. It was hard to keep the tears in.

Your past taught you to stand up for yourself. To not let issues get to you, big or small. You knew you couldn't tolerate someone treating you the way Link has today, and you'd turned your back on someone before the same way you had today.

So why did this feel so much more painful?

Link was your first friend outside of Gerudo Town. Your traveling partner. Someone you cared about a lot more than you'd ever cared about someone before. A best friend, perhaps.

You didn't look back as you walked back into the city, straight through until you reached the other end. Even then, you kept going. You headed to the hot springs on your map— you just had to remember how to get there, since pulling out your paper map would destroy it in seconds.

"You can do better."

"Goddess—"

"Language." The voice was in your ear. You whipped around, coming face to— uh, mask— once again with a familiar person. "I heard your little spat."

"Why are you following me?" You absolutely were not in the mood to deal with this soldier. You took a step back— he was too close for your liking.

"Just interested in your journey." He chuckled. "Curious as to how you did a complete flip and went to aiding the enemy."

"He was never an enemy. You guys just tricked me into believing he was one."

"Ah, to-may-to, to-mah-to." The Yiga waved his hand dismissively. "Just because we have entirely different perspectives doesn't make either of us wrong. We see our truths through our own eyes. I cannot see your truth because I do not have your eyes, and you cannot see mine."

"Unless I take them out of your head." You grumble. It was very tempting.

"I'm not so sure you'd do that. You do remember that I'm in possession of some knowledge you'd like, right?"

"How could I forget when you're constantly dangling it over my head."

The Yiga barked out a laugh at this and you tried to ignore how your heart jumped. "I'll give you a hint if you do something for me."

Another tempting offer. Perhaps more tempting than gouging his eyes. "Depends on what it is."

"Find out where the Master Sword is."

"I haven't even heard anything about it—"

"Your brother is somewhere you would least expect. And now I expect some information the next time I see you. Toodle-loo!"

In a puff of light and talismen, the Yiga was gone.

Where you would least expect? What? You wanted to go to the hot springs to relax, but were left with more questions and your headache growing even worse.

The Master Sword...

Of course the soldier knew that you knew what it was. The Master Sword was in all of the stories and legends that the Yiga taught about the return of the Hero. With that sword, Link would be able to seal away the darkness and save Hyrule. You guessed that the Yiga's plan was to take the sword and hide it, so Link would never be able to seal the darkness.

You chose an empty hot spring pool, undressed and sunk down into the water until it reached just below your nose. You had a choice to make.

Find your brother, or help Link.

———

"Just because we have entirely different perspectives doesn't make either of us wrong. We see our truths through our own eyes. I cannot see your truth because I do not have your eyes, and you cannot see mine."

As much as you hated to admit it, the Yiga Footsoldier was quite the philosopher.

His little lecture played over and over in your head as you bathed, scrubbing all the dirt and grime from your adventure away. You felt a bit better afterwards— rejuvenated. Your mind was a bit more clear after being muddled with anger and frustration.

"Just because we have entirely different perspectives doesn't make either of us wrong."

Link has the future of Hyrule resting on his shoulders. The lives of thousands. Of course he'd get stressed— in the past, he was literally so stressed out that he wouldn't talk to anyone about it.

The Yiga Clan had their own truths, too. They were upset about the Sheikah Clan being exiled for their technology and disagreed with the clan members who decided to cast away the advances. In some morbid attempt at revenge, they formed the Yiga Clan and swore to eliminate all who stood against Ganon as he used their tech.

And you.

You were part of both sides. One a bit less willing than the other, but you were nonetheless. You never necessarily agreed with the Yiga, but fear does things to someone. They follow rules without much complaint. And now, being with Link, new truths have emerged.

You knew you weren't going to comply with the Yiga Clan, but you needed to find your brother.

With a heavy sigh, you waded to the edge of the hot spring. You dried your hands on your discarded shirt and pulled the paper map out of your bag and got to work.

#botw link #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #link x reader #daruk #fanfic #revali #urbosa #mipha #zelda #botw link x reader #botw x reader #botw #breathless #zelda x reader #legend of zelda x reader #loz zelda #legend of zelda

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goofyahhcats · 9 months

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Hold the Line

Rating: E

Re5!Chris Redfield / Gn!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst if you squint, Injury, Violence (not related to smut), p in v action, Gn reader, reader is afab, reader usually wears a bra, use of sweetheart, baby, etc.

Summary: After being injured in the battle against Albert Wesker, you find yourself making stupid decisions. How can you face Chris after what you've done? He seems to be avoiding you. Then again, who wants to get chewed out by their coworkers? You can't help but notice a glint in his eye. It's just your imagination, right?

Word count: 3.8k

A03 link here:

Took some creative liberties with the end of/post re5 ignore that

Burning alive inside of a fiery volcano was not exactly your preferred way to go. The heat and smoke had forced their way inside of your throat hours ago, leaving you teary-eyed and gasping for air. Your eyes, open wide and wild with panic passing back and forth between the rocky landscape and the red and bubbling abyss. You watched in horror as the thing that was once your Captain writhed and screamed as he flung one of his many-tentacled appendages toward you. Scrambling in the other direction, you sprinted towards any open path that wasn’t obscured by lava or crumbling to pieces. Your boots thudded over the rough terrain with an unpleasant rhythm. A stark reminder of an unfortunate tumble you had recently landing you directly on your ankle.

You focused on keeping your breathing steady as you stumbled as fast as you could away from Wesker. Who, after tossing a quick look over your shoulder, was gaining rapidly. A mass of Uroboros shot by you, just barely missing your arm and instead making contact with the floor in front of you. Crumbling away and sizzling as it contacted the lava, the stone of the once angled slope ahead now resembled more of a solid brick wall. Your steps slowed and came to a shaky stop as you stared unblinking at the end of the path. Horrified, you cringed as you heard Wesker’s maniacal laughter seeping between the loud bubbling of the active volcano.

You turned, horrified, as he inched closer and closer towards you. His face wore a grin of satisfaction. Bright red and cat-like eyes alight with the fire of the hunt. Suddenly, his eyes locked somewhere above your head. His grin faded into a snarl as you heard a deep and loud voice scream your name.

“Grab on!” Chris’ large hand extended into view as you whipped around, jumping and gripping him as hard as you could. He almost effortlessly lifted you onto the ledge you had been trying to reach. Biceps and shoulders turning and flexing as he shoved you behind him.

“Go! Now!”

Chris lets a few bullets fly from over his shoulder as a strong hand finds the small of your back and pushes you forward and away from the amalgamation that once was Albert Wesker.

“We gotta get out of here!” Chris called, pulling you behind a boulder to avoid another attack from Wesker.

You stumbled, catching the side of the rockface to hold yourself up. You felt a hot and searing pain flare up from the base of your leg. Shit.

Chris noticed your pained expression, “Hey, what’s wrong?” A gloved hand reached your shoulder, turning your upper body to face him.

“It’s my ankle,” you grimaced, “Twisted it earlier when I was running.”

Chris’ eyes flooded with concern, “Shit, can you walk?”

You tentatively placed your foot down and put a bit of weight on it. The searing pain returned and you quickly withdrew your foot.

“It’s no good,” you rasp, shaking your head.

“Here, I’ll carry you,” Chris rumbled as he reached his hands under your shoulders and legs. You protested slightly but quickly shut your mouth as Chris took off in the direction of another alcove. You heard Wesker shriek as Sheva bombarded him with a barrage of bullets. Chris tucked behind the rocks and looked around, leaning against the wall for support. His breathing was hot, ghosting across your face in waves in time with the rise and fall of his chest. Sweat beaded over his forehead as he watched Sheva duel with Wesker.

“The helicopter should be here soon,” he mumbles, eyebrows knit in thought and frustration.

“Just leave me here,” you look up at him sympathetically, “I’m no use to you two down there if I can’t even walk.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Chris’ dark eyes hold contact with yours. The steadiness of his voice surprises you. This was the Chris Redfield you knew.

“But-”

“No!” Chris yells. You feel his hands tighten and release around your sides as the spark of anger in his eyes slowly fades away. “I’m not losing another one.” His voice is once again steady, But his eyes betray his stoic expression. Tired, sad, and angry. For a brief moment, his eyes flood you with an emotion so intense you can hardly think straight. You feel warm inside, and you smile gently.

“I’m good with a rifle. Tell Jill to pick me up,” you hold his gaze as he drops his head, screwing his eyes shut and letting out a shuddering sigh.

“I can’t let you do that,” he looks back down at you.

Suddenly, you are lifted into the air again. Chris pants as he brings his legs up to speed again, running across the volcano. Wesker and Sheva come into view. You breathe out gratefully that your friend is still alive. You feel Chris’ breath hitch as the full scene is revealed, however. Wesker has Sheva’s neck in a tentacled grasp. Her legs kick as she squirms in an attempt to fight back. You hear her gasp for air and struggle to breathe. Wesker smirks psychotically at her weak display of resistance.

“Chris-”

“I know!” His eyebrows are tightly knit, and he looks down at you and back up at Sheva. Taking initiative, you wrestle yourself out of his grip.

“No,” Chris starts but returns his gaze to Sheva as Wesker drops her to the floor, laughing as he cages her in between him and the lava.

He looks back at you, surprised to find your eyes filled with cold hard determination. Your rifle was positioned in your hands.

“Go,” you state. Nodding towards Sheva, “I’ll be ok. Help her.”

A moment's hesitation, but you see his eyes harden again, “Alright. I trust you.”He turns away.

Suddenly, you are overcome with a rush of emotions. Worry. Want. Need. Before you know it, you are hobbling on one leg and grabbing at his bicep for support. Chris stares at you, bewildered, before you drag his head forward by the vest. Your lips meet for a brief moment. Seconds, maybe. His arm cards through your hair and he holds you close. You feel that warm feeling spread through your body again before it is ripped away as you pull from the kiss.

“In case we don’t see each other again,” your expression is somber, patting him roughly on the shoulder and giving him a slight push in the right direction. He takes two staggering steps forward, looking back at you before his expression tightens. He nods and charges off towards Sheva and Wesker.

The rest of the night is a blur. Jill arrives in the helicopter, just in the nick of time. They swing over to retrieve you, and you watch as Chris and Sheva blast Wesker to pieces. You all sit back as the helicopter flies away, the volcano retreating into the distance. The ride is silent, but you occasionally can feel Chris’ hot gaze on your back. Your hands brush his as you exit the helicopter back on base.

You don’t talk to Chris for a whole month. You had been too engrossed in your medical status - doctors confirming that you had fractured your ankle - and had been bedridden for weeks. Your hospital had denied you visitation, instead putting you in trauma counseling. You didn’t need the therapy, this was the fault of the BSAA’s shitty cover story, claiming that a violent house fire caused you to fall a few flights of stairs, losing all of your roommates and extended family in the process. Those roommates and extended family were covers for the deaths of the other members of Bravo and Delta Team, who had lost their lives in battle. Of course, the BSAA only told this story to the general masses and the hospital. The details - although as vague as possible - were disclosed to the families of the deceased. After your counseling, you endured a few more weeks of physical therapy and were now happily on your own two feet once again.

You reentered the BSAA headquarters for the first time in what seemed to be forever and were greeted by many astonished coworkers. You smiled and waved, giving gratitude towards all of the well wishes that you received. In reality, you had been scanning the crowd for a familiar face and a brown tuft of hair. You couldn’t find Chris anywhere.

You became a bit frantic, eyes looking from face to face to no avail. At some point, you excused yourself and rushed through the compound. Twisting and turning through the corridors, you eventually come face to face with a strong wooden door. The engraving read, ‘C. REDFIELD’. You raised your fist and knocked one, twice, three times, before you heard a muffled, “Coming,” and some shuffling from within.

You took in his figure when he opened the door. Once broad and proud shoulders tired and hunched. His arms remained built and impressive, but you could feel the weight they carried as they dangled loosely by his sides. His face was scruffy as if he hadn’t shaved in a while. Although you silently admitted it was a good look for him. His hair was considerably longer, and the quiff in front no longer stood at attention and instead lay half up half down in a feeble attempt. He had heavy eyebags, which encircled his thick eyelashes and lidded gaze.

“Chris,” you shift on your feet nervously, unsure of whether to run away or wrap your arms around him.

A low mumble of your name cascades between his lips. His right arm twitches upward as if to touch you, grab you, hold you close, but then slowly returns to its initial position.

You stand in silence for a few moments, taking each other in with thousand-yard stares. A spark of something, you aren’t sure what exactly, fills Chris’ eyes. He takes a step back. Gesturing to his office, “Come in.”

You walk in and take in the familiar surroundings. This is not the first time you’ve been inside of his office. He always kept it surprisingly tidy, but it always had a comfortable and lived-in feeling to it. However, now you notice trash on the ground. Cups upon cups of coffee are scattered about. On the desk, on the floor, and in the trash can.

Chris takes a seat in his desk chair and you sit on one of the two chairs facing his desk. The quiet was deafening. Chris rummaged through his desk, avoiding your gaze. You open your mouth to speak, say anything to break the silence that was hanging over the two of you like a wet blanket. Chris beat you to it, haphazardly tossing a wad of papers into your lap.

“Need you to file a mission report,” he was speaking in his professional voice. His inflection read This is strictly business, nothing more. You picked up the papers and flipped through them. Nothing caught your eye. You raised your head to find that Chris was already looking at you. His eyes bore into yours as if he was searching for something. You nod, going to stand, to leave, to get away from the warm blossoming feeling. He doesn’t protest. Your hand reaches the doorknob before you are halted by his voice, gravelly and tired.

“What was that?”

You turn to face him, “What?”

“Wesker. The volcano. You know what I’m talking about.” Chris’ eyes catch yours once again.

Oh.

You are flooded again with that familiar feeling. You hate it. His lips had felt so tender, so soft. You felt the need to run to him. Wrap your arms around him, and tell him everything is going to be alright.

“What about it do you want to know?” your voice is quiet, feeling almost cornered by his gaze.

Chris sighs and drags his hand over his face. His eyes break contact and stare at the ceiling.

“We need to talk,” he mumbles.

“About-”

“Everything.” his voice rises slightly, and he stands up. He makes his way towards you and halts. You can feel your heartbeat thundering in your ears. He was so close. You could practically count each scar and blemish that decorated his upper body. You longed to trace your fingers over them. To soothe the aches that he must be feeling.

Chris’ hand reaches over yours, and clasps around your right hand, still resting on the doorknob. You tense up as Chris gently turns the handle and pushes the door open. The knob swings away, but his hand remains on yours.

“Meet me at my place tonight,” his hand slowly retracts, as if he just now realized what he had done.

“We need to talk,” he repeats.

You nod in reply, your throat too dry and your voice too shaky to respond. You stay staring at him for a moment, before turning and leaving his office.

You finish your BSAA duties quickly, rushing home and almost stumbling on your way to the shower to clean yourself up. Only once you had finished getting dressed and were slipping on your shoes did the reality of the situation hit you. Your rushed movements slowed as the anxiety set in. You felt the pit at the bottom of your stomach only grow as your car neared Chris’ apartment building. You made your way up the stairs, practically sick with the idea of actually confronting your feelings.

You raised a fist and knocked only once at his door before it opened. Inside stood the same Chris that you had met this morning, only now in a comfortable white shirt and gray sweatpants. He steps backward, and you walk in as he shuts the door behind you. You look around his modest but homey apartment.

Just like his office, you reminisce. Smiling slightly to yourself as you walked further into the simple living room. Chris takes a few long strides to his couch and sits down. He takes a beer he seems to have placed on the table previously and cracks it open. As you sit, you notice he had put out one for you too. You take it graciously and take a sip.

Chris turns to you, “So, about what happened-”

“I am so sorry Chris. I overstepped. I really shouldn’t have let my feelings get in the way of work, I-”

“Stop.” Chris gently rests a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

“No! But, it was so unprofessional of me..!” your hands flail about as you talk, words tumbling from your mouth as the coil inside of you unravels faster than you could keep up, “Sheva could have died and I- I was just being… selfish,” You exhale at that last word and look up into Chris’ dark eyes. For the first time in months, weeks, or years, you see a smile spread across his face. It crinkles the corners of his eyes up, and you feel as though you will never see anything as beautiful ever again.

“Sweetheart,” it falls gracefully between his lips as he talks, the other hand coming up to brush a knuckle along your jawline, You feel your face heat up.

“Chris, listen-”

Chris shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours. You let out a muffled squeak in response. It was all passion, Want. Need. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around you and you reciprocated. Fingers finding their way into his hair, alternating between stroking and pulling. He groaned into your mouth and swiped his tongue across your lips. You obliged. His tongue buried against yours as you suddenly found yourself leaning back against the cushions.

The warm feeling is everywhere. Hot and heavy. But this time, you didn’t want to back down. You needed more.

One of your hands took a detour from his hair and began exploring his expanses of muscle. His biceps flexed on instinct as you came into contact with them. You traced up and down the curve of his elbow as he kissed you harder.

He broke away for air for only a split second before diving into you again. You felt and heard him audibly shudder as your wandering hand found the edge of his shirt. He broke away, face flushed.

“Are you sure?” It was quiet, almost difficult to hear. You nodded.

Chris cupped your face with his hand, “Need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you whispered, wetness pooling in your pants as he quickly pulled up his top. You were only allowed to stare for a moment before he captured your lips in his again. Instead, you opted to see with your hand, which traveled over every bump, bruise, scar, and muscle it could find. He groaned and fisted a hand in your t-shirt. You pushed his chest away and broke the kiss, hot breaths filling the silence of his living room as you fumbled with your shirt, exposing your chest to Chris.

“Fuck, no bra?” he growled against your ear as he began to grope and explore your body just as you had his.

You let out a small giggle, “Nope, didn’t feel like one today,” you gasped as he gripped onto your sides, making contact with the top of your pants.

He smirks, “Shouldn’t feel like wearing one more often, then. Fuck,” he stares down at your chest, “I’ve been missing out.”

His mouth catches yours and you pull him down flush against you. You can feel his sizeable bulge against your thigh, which only deepens the wetness pooling in your underwear.

With a surge of confidence, your hand reaches between the two of you and palms Chris through his sweatpants. He lets out a low and shuddering moan at the feeling. You fumble with his waistband before he pulls it down himself. His boxers come down with them and you are left with the feeling of his cock springing against your stomach. You swallow heavily as you stare. He was long and thick. You gripped him and stroked once experimentally. He let out a breath and hissed as you slid your thumb over the head. You slid your hands up and down his shaft before he grabbed your wrist.

“Let me take care of you first,” he whispered. In a flash, your pants and panties had been removed, exposing your glistening cunt to the world. Chris groaned at the sight. He experimentally slid a finger between your folds. Your hips bucked upwards at the feeling, a noise escaped your lips that you didn’t know had been there.

Chris raises his finger and chuckles, “All for me?” he presses the finger to your lips. You gently allow him inside and clean him off with your tongue. He takes his finger away and returns it to your folds. One finds its way to your slit and strokes over and around the opening, while another finds your clit. Both fingers circle for a moment until you grow desperate, rocking your hips against him.

“Chris.. don't be such a tease,” you say between each rock of your hips. Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders. He allows you to rock for a little while. Simply admiring you with a soft look on his face.

“Chris, please,” you whine. He groans, dipping one finger inside of you. You moaned louder than you had meant to as he began to thrust his finger back and forth. The other finger rubs circles over your clit as you pull him down towards you for another kiss. He kisses you passionately, bordering on rough as you whimper into his mouth. You can feel his resolve cracking the more your tongues and lips meet. His fingers speed up until he quickly rips them away from you. He breaks the kiss, staying close to your face. His eyes burn with desire.

“Tell me you need me,” he growls low, one of his fingers returning to your folds. You start to respond but let out a choked moan as he tugs at your clit.

“Tell me you fucking need me,” Chris’ eyes flash “Because I've always needed you.”

“Fuck… Chris, I need you..! I need you right now, please just-”

You are cut off by his cock sliding itself into you, and you moan. Your back arches up as your hands tighten over his shoulders. His lips dip down to your neck, kissing and sucking as he begins to move at a rapid pace. No slow introduction, no pacing, he needed you and he needed you now.

Your moans bounce throughout his living room, skin on skin echoing through his apartment. You bring a hand up to his hair and pull, bringing his head up from its position at your neck. He groans at the feeling, eyes locking onto yours as he pounds into you.

One of his hands grips the flesh of your thigh and lifts, bringing it upwards. The stretch nearly causes you to orgasm on the spot. Chris’ cock nudged that perfect spot with each thrust.

“Fuck.. baby,” Chris rasps in your ear, his other hand holding tightly to your waist, “I'm close. I'm close… fuck.”

You moan in response, reaching down between the two of you to thumb at your clit. Chris quickly grabs your wrist, “No. Let me..”

His calloused thumb rubs against your clit, and you can feel your pussy tightening against his cock.

“Shit, yeah sweetheart. Just like that,” Chris moans. His eyes squeeze shut and his lips meet yours quickly. He’s messy, sloppily kissing you in time with his thrusts. He drops his head and groans a chorus of Fuck’s and Shit, baby.

“Look at me. Are you close?” you meet his eyes and nod, moaning his name.

“Chris,”

“I know, baby.”

His thumb speeds up, and you spasm. Your back arches up as you cum, your legs shaking. You spill fluids all over his dick, moaning and babbling incoherently. It doesn't take long for Chris to find his end as well. You feel a hot sensation flooding between your legs as Chris empties himself into you. He gasps and groans as he thrusts into you a few more times.

His movements halt and you both stay there, breathing heavily. You hold eye contact with him as he gently pulls out of you.

He sits back, admiring his work. He then stands and pads towards another room. You hear a sink running. He returns with a warm washcloth and wipes you down, folding the cloth over and then wiping himself off. Ever the gentle giant, he tenderly sits you up, offering you a glass of water. You lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you gratefully sip the beverage.

Chris gently strokes your hair with one hand. You smile and nuzzle into his side. His arm wraps around you as you both sit there in silence for a few minutes.

You turn your head up to him, “Did you mean what you said? About needing me?”

Chris sighs, a small smile falling across his features, “Yeah, I did. Did you?”

You return the smile, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“Yes, always.”

#NSFT #smut #angst #chris redfield #chris redfeild x reader #resident evil #re5 #albert wesker #idk hes there for a bit im adding him #god i love him #gender neutral reader #no use of y/n #afab reader

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jogos-delulu-wife · 5 months

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Hello! Small request. Since Jogo is, let's say, the shortest in the team (because he slouches), then what about reader who is the shortest? I mean, reader is probably 5'0.

Hehehe Let’s let Jogo stand at 5’5 but please 😭 Two shorties are cute till someone can’t reach the top shelf

Being Shorter then Jogo slightly fuels his pride, he can take care of some of the problems you can’t

Once you’ve established a relationship with him and he’s comfortable enough to display affection it’s cute 🥹

He has that cute little smile and half closed eye when he rests his head/chin on your head or shoulder, he’s content with just your existence

Your smaller hands in his. Remind him how delicate and fragile humans are, even more when you’re so physically small. It squeezed his heart the first time you came to him for help

He watched you struggle a bit to get something just out of reach just to pout and stare at the box of snacks just an inch away from your finger tips

He doesn’t realize what he’s doing when you feel his chest and watch him reach over you managing to grab the box with less strain. The butterflies in your tummy, the look of adoration you gave made his face heat up and he looked away nervously

Believe it or not, he enjoys physical affection, he doesn’t actively think about doing the do, he’s more entranced with the human body as in he loved to trail his hands over your body because of how frail you could be, how delicate your skin is. Siting back on the recliner and you sit between his legs, the recliner kicked back you lean your back against his chest,

more often then not his chin is on your shoulder watching whatever is on but his hands wonder your sides, running his fingers over your wrists and hands, feeling your fingers, he loves the plushness of your tummy and squeezing your sides. No matter weight, or size, if you’re self conscious, it menas nothing to him, he loves you as he met you,you don’t have to change your body that he loves so much

But! When Jogo is in a teasing mode he very much enjoys resting his hand on your head and calling you squirt or shrimp with a smirk and slanted gaze

You get mad and try to swing on him affectionately he puts his finger tips in your forehead holding you arm distance and you just whine until he lets you fall against him, the FIRST TIME HE REALIZES YOUR HEAD IS ON HIS CHEST HEARING HIS (he has to have a heart) CURSED HEART BEAT, LAVA HEARTS SHOOT out of our little Volcano husbands head 🥺

It flusters him how you just rest your head on his chest hugging his waist, he stares off thinking so many things his heart racing as he pats your back hoping you can’t hear his heart or feel the intense heat on his skin

Please don’t look up at him with your silly little love struck smile and those eyes he will blow a plug and shoot steam and lava out from experiencing such intense emotion🥹 (DO IT)

When you make him mad he stretch and move all your things to the top shelf, “Dan human, if you want something to be upset about I’ll give you something to be upset about”

Does it so you come to him to ask for help, the looks of disbelief when you use a chair or jump up in the counter is priceless especially if you turn to him and stick your tongue out

All of a sudden there are no chairs only ash 😭 how could you hurt him so deeply and not ask for him help

Hug him and kiss him anywhere and he’ll melt and forget everything, even the fact there are no chairs 💀

Defends you Against Mahito when he starts to pick at you saying he could fix you and add onto your stature, give you a whole new body if you’d like

He’s setting Mahito in fire before he can touch your frozen and unmoving body. He pushed you behind him snapping at Mahito and yelling at him for his incredulous actions

Never leaving your side while Mahito is near, assures you with a tsundere approach that he likes you the way you are and Mahito is incompetent and a fool

I can’t stress enough that He loves you dearly and loves that he can hold you against him and rest his head on your shoulder or his chin on the top of your head, the feeling of holding you close and how you fit so well against his chest 🥺 he’s a true short king and he loves his little short queen

#jjk jogo #jogo #jogo jjk #jogos delulu wife #jujutsu kaisen #jjk jogo x reader #jjk x reader #jogo x reader #jujutsu kaisen jogo #reader x jogo

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Love your writing it’s amazing. I saw someone do a little headcannon with modernday lost boys and they were toxic can I please have a modernday David x reader where he leaves you on seen everyday but when you take more then a second to respond god forbid it. Thank you <3

Male Manipulator

Thank you🥹 happy to write this for you!

Thank you so much to @iovesia for letting me use her Modern Toxic David headcanon for this! You can read her amazing toxic lost boys blurb here:)

Modern! Toxic! David x GN Reader

(This is gonna be a big deviation from my usual fluff y’all)

Warnings: ANGST, Manipulation, TOXIC toxic David, derogatory language (one use of “attention w****.”), yanking and arm pulling, emotionally abusive behavior, the tiniest hint of implied dub-con at the end, David is NOT NICE in this

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David rolled his eyes as your text notification flashed on his screen. He swiped it away and continued to scroll through tinder. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the bar an hour ago for your birthday celebration, but he liked to keep you waiting. Wanting him.

You sighed as you looked down at your phone, leaning against the bar while scrolling through a string of unanswered texts to your boyfriend. Your bestfriend snatched your phone from your hand.

“Hey!” You said.

“I’m turning this off!” Your friend said while pressing the power button, “he’s not coming. You should just enjoy this time with the people who actually care about you! When are you gonna dump that asshole??”

“He’s not an asshole,” you murmured, “if he’s not here I’m sure he’s doing something important! What if he wrecked his motorbike? What if the hospital calls me and I can’t answer because my phone’s off???”

Your friend glared at you.

“Ok ok fine,” you said, surrendering and taking the drink from their outstretched hand.

David stared down at his phone in confusion. He had sent you back a “omw” almost fifteen minutes ago. He scoffed as he got out of his wheelchair and sped off to the bar on his bike.

David strode in, spotting you laughing and chatting with your friends at the bar. You were radiant when you smiled. David hated that everyone at the bar was getting to see you like this. You should only look that good for him.

He stomped over to the bar and grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him.

“Davey,” you said, obviously buzzed, “you came! They all said you wouldn’t show but I knew you would.” You told him while gesturing to the group of friends surrounding you.

Your friends looked down sheepishly, terrified of David.

David pressed his lips together into a straight line, “of course I came,” he fumed, “wouldn’t miss my baby’s birthday.”

“You’d just be almost two hours late,” your best friend piped up.

David shot them a look that could freeze over an active volcano, “I would have been here earlier, but my little brother Laddie wasn’t feeling well. I couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself now could I?” He asked

Your friend shot him a look of disbelief, but didn’t say anything else. They knew that if they fought back any more, it would just push you further into his arms.

“C’mon,” David said to you, “we’re leaving.”

“You can’t be serious,” your friend scoffed.

“Do we really have to go?” You asked him. You had been having so much fun.

He glared at you. “Yes. C’mon,” he said grabbing your arm and practically dragging you out of the bar.

Your friends watched with pity in their eyes, no matter how many times they urged you to leave David, you never did. Your rose colored glasses prevented you from seeing him for the monster he truly was.

When you and David arrived at the cave you could tell he was livid. “Why didn’t you answer my text?” He asked you dryly.

“That’s what your upset about?” You asked him, laughing to yourself. “My phone was off! I was trying to enjoy the moment.”

David scoffed and shook his head at you, “liar,” he spit. “Were you texting other guys? Chatting on dating apps?” He accused, “You’re a cheating attention whore.”

You gasped, you had no idea where this was coming from, you had never done anything but love David. “I would never!” You protested, “my phone really was turned off David, I swear!”

He gritted his teeth, “I love you. I am so good to you. I care for you. And this is how you treat me?” Tears were streaming down his face, “how could you do this to me? How could you hurt me like this? Aren’t I enough for you?” He asked you. “Don’t you understand how much I love you? You’re everything to me, but I can’t even get a text back from you?”

He cupped your face in his hands, “you’ll break my heart if you leave. You’re still mine aren’t you?”

Tears started to pour from your own eyes, “I’m sorry David,” you cried, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I love you too I love you so much. I’ll never leave you I promise.”

He wiped tears from his eyes

“I’ll never turn my phone off like that again,” you promised.

He sniffled and nodded in response, pulling you into a tight hug.

You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his chest, ashamed of yourself.

David pulled back a bit, “want to make it up to me baby?” He asked, wiping another tear.

“Yes David,” you answered, “I’ll do anything.”

“You know,” he said sniffling, “your mouth always makes me feel better.”

“Of course,” you said as you sunk to your knees.

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#the lost boys #david lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys fic #the lost boys 1987 #modern toxic David #modern lost boys #gn reader

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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We get a little cutscene of the city beginning to rebuild and a nice little speech from the narrator:

Narrator: It's over. And it's all because of you. You, who were destined to become a thrall. Thanks to you, there will be no Illithid Empire, no Death Gods' tyranny. You have earned your place amongst the legends of the Sword Coast. You are the saviors of Baldur's Gate.

Which is all very well, and quite as it should be, though Hector is not thrilled with his name going down in song and legend; he never really wanted stories told about him.

But all of this pales before the actual end of the game for Hector (minus the epilogue of course, which we will get to in a moment), because it is ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC ACTUALLY.

They crash through the portal out into the Hells and for a moment Hector is sure that they're too late after all; Karlach has barely been able to stand in the last few moments before they passed through, and she sinks to her knees, still wreathed in fire, as they arrive. And gods, what a terrible irony that would be, to have finally brought her back to where she would live, only to watch the flames consume her anyway.

But a minute passes, and then another, and her engine begins to settle, and he feels the fear that he has carried for so many months start to loosen its grip on his heart.

"Well, soldier..." she whispers. "Here we are."

Here we are indeed. Hector takes a moment, now that he is sure she is safe, to look around, to truly absorb what they have chosen to do.

He remembers that acrid brimstone scent all too well from that day aboard the nautiloid. The heat is tremendous; it is like standing in a sauna or within an active volcano. Sweat begins to pool at his hairline and lower back almost instantly. And in all directions is nothing but fiery wasteland broken by rivers of lava.

He has never been so happy to see such a place in all his life.

He pauses to examine his feelings for a moment. There will be no more monastery, no more days of quiet prayer and study. This is home and life now, this fiery place that smells of sulfur, because Karlach is here. And Wyll, his friend, at their sides-- truly the best of their little band; even though he and Hector were never tremendously close, Hector has admired him tremendously and is proud to choose to be brothers-in-arms with him now.

And one day, in this place, they will find Zariel, and he will exact Selune's vengeance on her for her cruelty.

It is a purpose he would never have imagined himself having before. But he is no longer the man he was when he began this journey, whose only aspiration was reverence and solitude. He has learned that to stand at the side of his friends in the service of something greater is its own kind of divine act.

And he will not have to learn to live without the woman he loves.

"It worked..." Karlach says, slowly pushing herself to her feet. The column of flame around her fades; her engine settles into its usual steady pulse. The agony fades from her eyes, replaced by a calm steadiness that he remembers from their visit to the House of Hope, the last time he saw her without that underthread of pain. "My engine's calmed down."

She turns to look at him; with the moment of intensity past, she too is seeing what they are committing to for the first time. "I shouldn't have let you come here," she says with a heavy breath out and a wry smile. "This isn't going to be easy, you know. Zariel's going to come at us with everything she's got."

He looks back at her steadily, reaches out to take her hand. Their fingers interlace - automatic, instinctive - and he presses his lips against her knuckles, his eyes not leaving hers. I know what I'm signing up for. Just as all of you have made your choices, I am making mine... he thinks. So long as you're with me...

He opens his mouth to speak, to tell her this, but they are interrupted by an unearthly scream in the distance.

A pack of imps are gathering on the horizon. Hector shoots a look at Wyll; both of them square their shoulders, ready for battle.

Karlach hisses out a laugh. "Gods. Like clockwork. They'll be on us soon - but there's just enough time."

To his surprise, she reaches into the pack at her hip and pulls out a set of small cylindrical items - cigars.

"Thought I was done with these," she says, and shoots him a playful grin.

He raises his eyebrows questioningly, a smile playing at his own lips. You didn't want to come back, he thinks. And I know why. But gods... the way you look when there's no pain pressing on you... gods, I could look at you forever...

She winks at him and tosses him one of the cigars, passes another to Wyll, lifts the third to her own lips. Hector looks at his in some puzzlement, then tucks it into his pack like a lover's keepsake.

With a snap of her fingers she flares a burst of fire up on her thumb, lights the end of the cigar. She takes a slow draw, puffs out a mouthful of smoke. "But then there was you lot," she finishes lightly.

"Imps are fast but careless," she goes on conversationally - and he sees a flash of the soldier she used to be, briefing the troops before battle. "Don't let 'em tire you out - just get rid of 'em."

She grins crookedly, flicks the still-burning cigar aside. "And don't forget -- you asked for this."

He can hear a sort of question under the words. Do you regret this choice? Do you regret coming with me, now that you see what lies ahead?

But he doesn't. And he won't. He made this choice long since, and the only surprise is that it is actually coming to fruition.

He reaches out to cup her cheek, pulls her to him, kisses her fiercely, letting his fingers curl into her hair. I'm with you, he says silently in the touch. No matter what comes. And he feels her relax into the contact, the certainty flowing between them, shared, steady.(*)

She draws back and grins, looking between him and Wyll. Hector gives her a slow nod; Wyll lifts an arm in his trademark salute, the Blade of Avernus ready to stand at her side.

She pulls the greataxe from her back with a sudden air of determination. "Better let these fuckers know I'm back," she says.

"And this time... I'm not alone."

She breaks into a run, her boots digging into the ashen ground, and Hector and Wyll spare only a moment to look at each other before darting out behind her, flanking her on both sides, ready for the battle ahead.

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(*) Mild artistic license. No kiss here Larian, for real? :P Also please know that this whole scene was playing out to the tune of a HEAVY METAL VERSION OF DOWN BY THE RIVER which was incredibly badass, and also Hector would have climbed Karlach like a tree right here if there weren't a band of imps coming.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #ok so i know there are mixed feelings about this ending from a lot of people but i'll be honest #i fucking love this for her and hector and wyll #and i am holding out hope for a dlc where we get to go BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ZARIEL PLEASE #also also i am thinking about adding another longfic to my plans about their adventures together in the hells #bc i want more of their story so much

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Love me, not him! (2/?)

Still not sure about my English-skills… 🫣🤨

But it also makes fun to write this … 😅👉👈

And I also want to try something out here; I like these sorts of games in which you can choose your own ending by making your own decisions. Since I am a nerd without a live 🤭🤓I had to much ideas anyways… So; Let’s get started with this…

You looked out of the windows, while Mereoleona was sitting next to you, controlling all the documents about missions and stuff like this. She was still mad about the bad ranking of the Order, so she „wanted to check if there was an error“. At least that was the reason she told you. But you know better. It would never be logical for her, even the reasons were valid enough, to check lists about completed missions.

So, still wonder about the question „What is her real reason for this sort of meeting“ you were staring out of the window; watching the threes shaking softly in the summer breeze.

„I am not this interesting. But she keeps trying to get my attention since she arrived a week ago“, you thought to yourself. „So... Why? “

„I see…” she mumbled „No mistakes here. At least you are doing your work proper, (Y/N). Expecting nothing else...“

You didn’t hear her. Still asking yourself for her reasons to spent time with you. „She also has enough other work to do with the Royal Knights and the upcoming mission...“

„(Y/N)? Hey? “

Still watching the leaves outside with your thoughts elsewhere.

„Hey, (Y/N)?! Are you listening?” Mereoleona raising her voice caused you to wince.

„Yes, Captain Mereoleona?!“

„Oh? Why are you so polite? We've know each other for years, my dear?“

„I know. But after all... you are my boss at the moment“, you responded quietly with a cold in your voice. Trying to cover your little shock.

You want to keep your distance to her. But Mereoleona had other plans.

Still a little amused, she asked if you also talk to her brother this way.

You answered nodding. Knowing that this polite manner is needed. In particular for other people of the Order, thinking you are just a quiet clumsy girl. It puts you in a more professional role.

„Hey? What’s wrong? You are talking way less than usual with me, my little secretary? Even at the hot springs you kept ignoring me.“

„You were in good company anyway; You had a nice talk with this girl from the Black Bulls and the Captain of the Blue Roses. Also had fun with Leo and his friends from the other orders. No need for me.”

“Jealous, because we weren’t alone this time?”

You looked at her, raising one of your eyebrows. “No? You also already took me there a few times... So the hot springs are not this special anymore...“

„Really? I thought I saw you enjoying the bath and the view of the stars every time we went there.”

But you waved it off. The last times you got way too much of her attention...

„Being hunted down across an active volcano by you, while trying to maintaince my manaskine, is like vacation in hell...“

„Come on, (Y/N). As I would let you die there for real. I’m just pushing you to get stronger.“

You were not quite sure about this. One of the main reasons you don’t like her.

„But you also got way better since last time…“

You shrug. „Anyway-“ You thought about remembering her that she hit you way to hard the other day; what leaves you still a little mad. Compliments and praise would also not change this. But you stayed quiet. Above all, you wanted to finish this pointless meeting. So you reached out for the folders in front of her. “Are you finished here by now? If yes, I would be pleased to put away the documents...“

The moment your fingertips touched the lid of the folder, she griped your wrist. „Or are you avoiding me because of our fight? Did I hurt you this badly, that you are one week later still in bandages?“

„Not really“, you answered while you manage quiet easy to get out her claws. Showing her that you were able to move your fingers. „See? Nothing broken... But; Are you already done yet?“

Without waiting for a respond and being caught again you manage to bring back the files in the filing cabinet. As you wanting to close it, you hear a chair, being pushed back an in the very next second.

“Finally…I can call it a day.” You felt a little relief; the two of you were done here.

She was at looking at you, her bushy eyebrows squinted. Her eyes were filled with fury but somehow also with concern. She was so close you could feel her breath on your skin. Her scent, similar to her brother’s, but spicier, in your nose. You can’t help and blushing badly.

„Mereo, please. Let me go“, you said quietly. As Mereoleona started smirking - showing her fang - you realized that you really called her by her nickname. It made you feel worse.

„Fine“, you whispered and giving in. „The bandage... You burned me badly the other day. I was sure my defense could take your heat but.... I was too ashamed I didn’t ask a healing-mage for help.“

„I see“, Mereoleona mumbled quietly. „ I’m glad. I thought broke your bones.“, she sounded relived. But her voice changed the second after, when she wanted to know why she ashamed you.

„ I... I don’t know why this made me mad the way it did. But... I... I.... C-can you please move, Mereo? You are far too close.“

„Is this also embarrassing for you, (Y/N)?“ She asked coming closer. Made you blush again.

„Mereoleona... Please...“

„I can't hear you. Speak up... Come on, (Y/N). Let me he hear your voice“

„Please... Let me go.“ You felt close to start whining. You tried to push her away but before you could, she changed the topic; Asking you how far you and Fuegoleon already went. „Has he made a move by now? Is this the reason you are so afraid of me?“

You couldn’t answer. You grow stiff and felt tears filling your eyes.

„Or did he still not realize how much of a sweetheart you are?“

The first tear run over your face, dripped on the ground. Followed by another one.

„I see... No progress since the last time.“ Her voice softens as you felt her finger on your face. Whipping gently away your tears. „Is it really worth for you, (Y/N)? You are in this one sided relationship for almost five years... and might continue it for much longer? He never made a step towards you. And... you never had the courage again to do so...“

„I already told you years ago that I love him.“ You looked up at her. Your eyes still wet, ready to burst up in tears at any given time again.“

„Are you really happy? He might only see you as his friend. His secretary for paperstuff... Nothing more...“

That was the Moment you pushed her away, running to the door as fast as you could. Your heart still in your mouth. As you put your hand on the doorknob you turned around again. Unsure what to say, especially seeing her full of worry in her blue eyes. An expression you never know Mereoleona was capable of.

[You were sure your Feelings for Fuegoleon are strong enough]

Her words were hurting you. Right into the heart, like little sharp knives. Even more, because you know they are not true….

“Please… stop this. I… I really like him. Even more – you know. Even he never responded my feelings it’s fine for me to stay by his side. I don’t ask for anything more…”

Without waiting for a Response you left the Office room.

[You noticed that she has a point…]

„She has a Point, yes”, you thought to yourself, close to tear up again. “Even if she is harsh and directly Like always, she is right. Fuegoleon never really returned my Feelings until now. Why? Does it really mean I am nothing more than a assistance for him. It can’t be…“

As you heard Mereoleona approaching towards you again. “Excuse me”, you whispered as you left the office Head over Heels.

Still hearing Mereoleona asking herself where she went wrong.

#black clover #x reader #x fem!reader #fuegoleon vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #creative wrting #i dont know what i am doing

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