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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 2 years

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Your Traveling Circus

Geralt x (f) dhampir reader

-a side quest story from my series rewrite Of Monsters And Men

Summary: With the three of you in some small village looking for supplies, a surprising chance meeting with an old acquaintance takes yourself, Geralt and Jaskier on quite the adventure. Also this has nothing to do with an actual Circus, name just sounds right for the context

Warning: adventuring, fluff, smut (it gets steamy), blood, fighting, unexpected happenings we got it all

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Walking past a missing persons poster stuck to a wooden plank, you stop a second on your way to the village marketplace. Eyes scanning all around the wording and the drawn image of a young prince. The poster reads as follows,

Missing: Prince Alaric of Althurna last seen September 18th in his home during a banquet. Missing since the morning after. If seen please approach cautiously and return him to the King and Queen of Althurna. He is 17 years of age, blonde hair with brown eyes.

Reward: 100 crowns, 200 ducats, and a plot of land

"Missing prince?" You mutter to yourself, scarlet irises grazing over the shittily drawn image of the prince in question, "Not very descriptive either. Oh well, hope someone finds the poor bastard." Tearing your eyes away from the poster you then continue your way into the area filled all around with vendors and people alike.

Eyeing up a new pair of beautiful dark colored traveling boots that are admittedly much nicer then your own. You stand off to the side while the vendor woman most certainly younger then twenty-three speaks to a man looking at more then just the footwear.

She smiles brightly at his tan face and obsidian irises pulling her in like a moth to candlelight. He sweet talks her, words of travel and adventure dropping off of his tongue from many days traveling around. She's eating it up.

He looks down at his own dirt smudged boots and you're able to catch a glimpse of his handsomely stubbled face. He's undoubtedly a diamond in the rough, however he is not even a hair close to that of Geralt's wild beauty. Your handsome white wolf.

"You want a pair of boots?" Asks your sweet man of the hour as he steps next to you, golden eyes trained onto the vendors stand.

"I don't want a pair, however...I do need a pair."

"Hmm."

"I like the ones with the steel plate by the toe, good protection."

"You don't need much protection Y/N, what about the ones on the right with the lacing?"

"They all have lacing."

"Yes, but the ones over there. Those boots with the one tassel end pointed, it’s coated in steel. You'd look good with those." Says Geralt as your eyes lock onto the boots of choice.

"Oh yeah they look pretty good. Little problem with that."

"What?"

"I don't happen to have enough coin. You got a copper? A ducat, a crown, a farthing perhaps?"

Geralt pats himself like he's searching for some hidden coins on his person, "Nothing. Guess I don't have a single coin after all, thought I would have had something hidden around me. Sorry."

"Sorry." You mock with a scoff, "And how do you suppose we're going to eat?"

"I used the last of our coin for food actually."

You raise a brow, "Oh yeah is that right? Maybe we sell Roach and then we'd actually have enough for those boots and a weeks stay in the local inn."

"I'm not selling Roach."

"No." You sigh, "We need her she holds all our shit...hmm, how about the bard?"

"Jaskier could be of value. There's gotta be some lord in the next town over who's got some personal vendetta against him."

You nod, "Most certainly, and if there are wanted posters with his name on them. We start to spread rumors of Jask completing even a worse crime that the lord will have no choice but to increase the flow of gold for his capture. Our reward."

"Perfect. Then you get your boots and a week in an inn, no need to sleep in the woods."

"A fool proof plan ironically at the center of a fool. It's almost poetic."

Geralt smiles, "A good plan indeed."

"What plan are you two beasts talking about?" Asks Jaskier as he finds his way between the two of you. Both yourself and Geralt step roughly to the side when he does this. Geralt gives him a nasty look unseen to the bards bright blues while they stay trained to the shoe vendor.

Who stands behind it.

"Jaskier." You speak in a warning tone.

He looks over at you, "What? I was simply observing the fine craftsmanship of those beautiful boots. I was thinking about getting myself a pair."

Getalt scoffs, "You just bought those a month ago."

"Well yes, and they're already so worn down. Maybe she can find a way to repair them a bit for me....then, no worries my friends we will be well on our way." You and Geralt make a telling face at this, well on our way after Jaskier meets someone of great interest? God's hopefully she doesn't like him.

You tap him on the arm, "What about prince of the woods over there sweet talking her?"

"I'll just charm them both Y/N." Says Jaskier matter-of-factly.

"Will you now?"

"Yes. I do happen to enjoy the company of both parties."

"Didn't realize you are a connoisseur of both tastes. I presumed you only ever liked to fondle ladies breasts from time to time." You add with a chuckle as he gives you an almost offended look. He thought you two knew everything about him, somehow this slipped under the carpet.

"Well Y/N, if you must know I'm actually Bi."

You raise your brows at his informative news before pushing him towards the stand, "How about you Bi me some of those boots then." He glares back at you but doesn't say a word, you hiss, showing off your fangs causing the bard to jump and whip around to get you those boots.

Geralt leans into your side, "If I had any coin I'd bet you he's coming back with anything but the boots."

"If I had any coin I'd decline because I know you're right."

He then rests a hand on your forearm, "Come. Let us look for someone in need of a monster kill."

"I kind of want to see what happens but then again, I don't really care." You reach up to gently tug a piece of his snowy colored hair, "You lead the way."

He holds back a growing smile at your playfulness, no doubt does his heart yearn to kiss you in the marketplace to satisfy his needs. However the eyes of wary vendors and village folk alike prevents him so.

In no time have the two of you found an odd old man sitting on the small wooden porch of an apothecary store. He remains on one of the long broad steps of four to the far right. Back hunched over, body lanky and odd though he keeps under a strangely extravagant blanket with colors of oranges and reds like a setting sun. Looks more like an ancient wizard then anything else.

His thick hair is straight and pitch black, face wrinkly and sunken in with two beady forest green eyes. When you and Geralt approach does he raise his head to look at the pair of uncommon strangers. A crooked finger points to you, "A halfblood..." He points to Geralt, "......a mutant."

You keep still when you reach five feet from him on the steps, "And you're a Fowl wizard."

He chuckles, "Sounds better then bird wizard, gives the name more power."

You kneel down to meet his gaze better, "Yes...and underneath that pretty blanket are most certainly feathers and rough bird skin. Why are you here Hector?"

Geralt's brows furrow at this, he wasn't at all aware you know this mage. He then opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the raspy voice of Hector, "Y/N it has been too long.."

"Why are you here?"

"Can you not give an old man a single moment to appreciate this chance meeting?" He asks, "I have not seen your familiar face in centuries."

Pursing your lips, you glance away before eyeing him back again, "And this means you've survived your trials in Aretuza, escaped more like."

He smiles, "That place only ever gave me a roof over my head, I needed more."

"So you kill a man to achieve.." You look over his smaller body, "...this?"

He nods, "It was the only way to complete the transformation my dear, the blood of a fellow mage is what gives me my full title.....my gift."

You stand, "Yes, unfortunately. And because we were friends, I refused to hunt you down and murder you for it."

He gives you a lopsided smirk, "Did they hate you?"

"No, that mage you killed was a dick."

"Oh, well that's good I just chose whoever was near my room." He then suddenly gets a very thoughtful expression, "Say, why do you travel with this Witcher by your side? Is he your thrall?"

Geralt raises a brow from behind you at that remark while you shake your head, "No Hector. He's my lover.."

"Your lover?" Questions the bewildered old mage, "You've, you've let him see you as a winged beast?"

"Yes. He's not afraid."

Hector leans forward a little, he whispers, "You've let this killer inside you?"

"Of course." You shrug.

Hector swats the air, "That's sacrilegious Y/N, imagine what your mother would say, Queen of the Vampires in her high castle. She'd be unruly, livid even. Furious."

"She is not of my concern at the moment, and this Witcher here need not fear as she only ever lives in the high northern mountains. She refuses to leave the castle."

"Well.....that's good then."

"It's is. Now, why are you in this little village and not in a castle of your own? What happened to your big fantasies of power and wealth?"

He pouts like an annoyed child, hugging his blanket even tighter, "I met a girl."

"A girl?" You reply, tone teasing and light.

"A girl yes. And that's all I wish to speak on it." He grumbles, "Now I reside here away from that business and the wrath of the mages because of what I have done so long ago."

"I'd say it's for the best then. So, considering I have brought you a Witcher. You know of any beasts in need of slaying?"

He scratches his chin, "Hmm. Well, there's a Minotaur killing farmers in some orchard near Gwent about six days ride to the east. Can't remember the actual orchards name at the moment but the head farmer has sent many ravens out in search of someone to take care of the matter."

"And no one has done anything about it yet?" Asks Geralt.

"Of course no one has, would you like to be the single fool tasked with killing a damn Minotaur?"

"Actually yes, that's why we asked you."

"Oh right."

You roll your eyes, "So a place called Gwent, east of here in an orchard with a Minotaur guarding it." You recite, getting them to focus again.

"Yes, yes that's the place."

"That's it? Not what kind of orchard? The farmers name even?"

"Oh no I have not a damn clue we always just burn the ravens letters after a brief skim through. No idea what the farmers name is either."

You gift Geralt the most what-the-fuck kind of face before focusing back on Hector, "Fine, I've worked with less. So, you giving us the coin now or when it is done?"

"Not me, the farmer."

"The farmer, who we don't know the name of, nor the orchard which he so most certainly owns."

"Precisely." Adds the old mage.

"Very well, so long Fowl wizard and good tidings for a better day then this sad one we have found you in. At least your blanket isn't as dreary." You say before turning around and leading Geralt away to find Jaskier.

"I'm not sad or dreary!" Shouts Hector defensively in the foreground though you ignore him.

Walking back through the market to find your bard, you can't help but catch Geralt's curious gaze causing him to look away before smiling to himself. You pump your shoulder into his, "What do you want to know now?"

"Nothing." He can't stop the smile plastered onto his face.

"No we didn't fuck if that's what you were wondering."

Geralt almost chokes on his own spit, "Y/N that-that's not what I was wondering."

"I know that." You laugh, "He was nothing but a friend in Aretuza with dreams of taking flight and falling in love. He obviously got both, with a little cost for his wares of course. His disguise looks pretty good all things considered."

"His disguise?"

"He doesn't age normally like humans, the old hunchbacked man is a simple front to keep himself unknown and hidden easier. He's actually very beautiful when not using his illusions."

"Hmm." He hadn't even realized the old man was using an illusion until you said something about it. He did smell oddly of magic when you were speaking with him.

When you both round the corner do you find both the lady vendor and the traveling rouge engrossed in a deep conversation with Jaskier as he leans against the market stall counter.

"You want to head back to Roach?"

"Yeah he'll find us when he's ready." —— Seated cross legged on the grass, you eye up Geralt who's busy cleaning Roach's one hoof. He sits on a cut log, sleeves rolled up as he works out the mud with a dull blade. He looks so handsome you can't help but think, hair a grayish white falling around his shoulders. Muscles contracting through his skin as he works.

His heartbeat rises and falls, small grunts escaping from his parted lips while he holds the mares one hoof up. You let your heightened senses drink in the delicious scent of Geralt, your tasty Witcher. He doesn't even know what he's doing to you right now.

In the middle of the woods. Hidden far from people.

You bite your lip, it's been almost a week since the last time either of you have spent some pleasantries with one another. Damn Jaskier is always around since this length of time has been spent traveling and sleeping only outside. Without a tavern, you and Geralt can't find a private moment alone.

Sure, while seated on Roach in front of Geralt has he slipped his hand down your pants, gifting some attention to your breasts when he lets you ride with him. Which is something. Jaskier, none the wiser as he keeps behind on foot strumming that lute as Geralt pleasures you.

But it's not the same as being inside one another, alone. Not even close.

Releasing your lip from between your teeth, you contemplate if getting naked in the woods in the daylight somewhat close to a local village is a good idea. Jaskier is distracted with his two new friends, and even if he started on back while you and Geralt were in the middle of things.

You know he'd book it out of there so fast once he heard what was going on, you and Geralt have already scared the poor idiot too many times to count. So with those thoughts brewing in your head, you decide to indulge yourself in your pent up horniness. You are a woman with needs after all.

Hopefully Geralt's in the mood.

You absentmindedly pick at the grass while watching Geralt clean out Roach's last hoof, "Love. I have something to ask you."

Geralt mutters a simple "hmm" as he focuses on the task at hand. You pull out more grass, "You want to fuck?"

He imminently halts all movements before taking a breath and turning his head to look over at you sitting casually in the grass. He raises a brow, "Right now?" An honest question.

"Yes."

"Right here?"

"I don't mind if you don't."

"Hmm."

"We don’t hav..”

"Y/N I do." Quickly says Geralt, "Let me just uh, let me just go clean off my hands okay? I'll be right back." You then watch as he releases Roach's hoof before standing up and slipping past some trees on his way to a small creek nearby. His heartbeat is starting to pick up.

Well that went better then you could have hoped.

Soon enough does he return. Now you're standing in the grass, leather armored chest piece and gauntlets vacant from your body. Just your boots, dark pants, and flowy red blouse that shows off just the perfect amount of cleavage through the opened lacing.

Geralt's golden eyes trail over your body as he stands there with lack of leather armor. A small brilliant smile begins to form upon his lips when you walk over to him. Your hands now trailing down his forearms until they reach his hands.

Holding them loosely, you move your head to gently place a kiss to his cheek. He breaths a heavy whispered sigh at the contact lasting far too little. "Take off your shirt...we don't have all the time in the world." You speak slyly in his ear like a coy vixen. Geralt's blood heats up in all the right places, he then leans in to capture your lips with his. Large hands quickly finding their way underneath your shirt when his fingers begin to squeeze your breasts.

In no time at all have you now found yourself as naked as your name day with a sweaty Witcher eating you up between your legs like a man starved. You bite your tongue to hold back a moan as his hands dig harder into the flesh of your inner thighs.

He feels unbelievably wonderful, the way that his slick tongue slithers it's way up and down your wet folds has you writhing on the thin blanket. You tighten your closed eyelids, hands gripping the blades of greenery when he rubs around your sensitive clit, he knows you well. And he's found the secret door opening you up into a world of pleasure in an instant.

You moan loudly, voice a now gasped whisper as you cum all over his face. Yet he doesn't relent his delicious assault upon your womanhood until he's certain you're ready to scream. When one of your hands grips his hair tightly on instinct, he smiles against you, you’re about to melt like heated gold.

Geralt pulls his mouth from your dripping entrance as you rest your arms out to either side of you. You're sweating and pulsing with pleasure down below from your recent high. Geralt smiles down at you, lips glistening in the sunlight coming down from between the trees as he stands there. So handsome.

"Have I done well?" He teases, knowing full well he's done fantastic.

You smile softly before reaching out a hand, "You were perfect. Now fill me with that beautiful monster between your legs or I'll die." Geralt laughs beautifully before wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So dramatic." He whispers, ready to crawl over you.

He then finds himself down on his knees, he strokes himself a couple times, watching you before leaning his whole massive body over you. Lining himself up between your opened legs while your hands find their way onto his muscular back.

He kisses you passionately, golden eyes locked with your scarlet ones a second after when you suddenly feel his tip press slowly into your slick folds. His member slips through, stretching your pink walls as be fills you up to the brim. Your mouth opens as a tiny gasp escapes, your nails digging into his skin.

He smiles, lips pressing sweetly unto yours as his hips thrust ever so gently into you. The new sensation feels like electricity firing off throughout your entire vessel. He rolls his hips, thrusting again and again does Geralt begin to form a pleasurable rhythm with you.

Skin pressed to skin, his cock pulsates and throbs from within your core as his body rocks you gently into the blanket placed over the grassy area. His lips capture yours once more to stop you from releasing a scream when he finds your sweet spot.

You gasp when he hits just right, kisses from your Witcher dance around your face as your brows draw upwards with the high your bodies are building to. He kisses your cheek, sweet dirty nothings whispered in your ear as small praises for your very existence.

Geralt's heart beats fast, he hasn't had a proper moment with you like this in too long and right now you're everything all in one. It's no secret you're his favorite person in the whole entire Continent, and he will do all he can to make you know it. To make you feel so special. To make you feel so good.

He's loved you for more then three decades and has admitted that if destiny truly is real, you both were meant to meet. For there is not a single being alive that Geralt cares about more then yourself. You are the most valued treasure. The brightest star in a sky of black. The most beautiful rose held in a garden of flowers big and small.

You are his most treasured love.

Your nails trail pink lines down his muscular back when his pace quickens, he's getting close, he always fucks you harder when he's close to his inevitable release. This new change in rhythm causing soft moans to reach his ears from your lips.

Geralt smiles blissfully down at you, your eyes are shut tight as you take him for all that he is. Your pleasure undoubtedly building the more his manhood does as it's intended. Making you feel so fucking good you'll have your legs wrapped around his torso.

He leans down to place a quick kiss against your forehead, you smile drunkingly with lust at the brief contact. His golden eyes find your beautiful face once again so he can see your pleasure when you reach your climax soon. He's so in love with you it makes him dizzy sometimes, how can you make him feel such a way?

He was created to be heartless, ruthless even, to not feel emotion when he became a Witcher. Yet after many years as a Witcher, he then found you and well...perhaps he never was as terrible as his masters at Kaer Morhen would have led him to believe.

You've managed to draw out something within him that no tavern maid or common whore could ever accomplish before he met you. Not even close. And for all that you do, all that you are to him. He will always find a way to make you know just how spectacular you are.

Another couple deep thrusts have you an undone moaning mess underneath him, your nails digging in to his flesh as you reach the peak of your climax. It feels as though a thousand butterflies are fluttering all about your body. You writhe and shake when his fucking into you doesn't relent for a second.

Your crimson eyes open to find his gentle gaze on you, he loves watching you unfold before him like a blushing maiden losing her flower for the first time to the love of her life. Though you cannot actually blush, by the way your face shifts to such bliss. He knows he's done his job perfectly.

Yet he's not done, and you know it.

Lips press to yours for one last lingering heated messy kiss before he pulls away to finish himself off inside you. His strokes are heavy and deep, cock sliding in and out of you with ease at how wet you are. Hands placed to either side of your head, you grip his forearms as he fucks you deep. Bottoming out every time.

You begin panting as your voice his swallowed out by his concentrated grunts as he focuses in on his approaching release. Three more hard hip thrusts later does Geralt groan breathlessly before a familiar warmness fills inside of you. You smile at the delicious sensations coursing throughout your entire body, and the way he shakes with pleasure above your opened legs.

You do things to him he cannot even fully describe. Skin hot and shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, you reach up to place a hand against his cheek. He opens his eyes to see you when you then gift him a fangy grin, "Does my lover feel satisfied?"

"Immensely." Rasps Geralt before kissing your breast and slowly pulling out of you to find himself by your side.

You softly groan at the empty feeling and wetness between your legs, not to mention the huge muscular body that was just covering you from the eyes of the world. You miss him already. Soon the feeling of a hand places itself upon your wrist.

"I wish we were in Kaer Morhen," Says Geralt quietly as he locks eyes with you, "..a blanket of snow outside. A fire in the hearth, and you...you're perfect."

Smiling, you move to sit up and push a white strand of hair out of his eyes, "As would I. A cold night to warm you, the two of us laying on soft furs....naked of course."

"Just as we are now."

You run a finger down his stubbled jaw, "I would love that. Curse you for drawing me into that fantasy you silver tongued man."

He chuckles, "It is no fantasy I tease you with Y/N, we could go whenever you want."

"Whenever I want huh? I think we need to find this Minotaur first wouldn't you say?"

"Fuck. You're right." He mutters begrudgingly, "I had forgotten."

"Was my sweet fruit enough to turn your mind to mush?"

He smiles at your teasing, "Perhaps it has that affect on me."

"Oh I had suspected. You can barley form words when deep inside me, can't help that I'm just a seductive temptress corrupting your weak mind. How powerful I am, hmm."

"I am completely vexed."

You lean down to whisper against his lips, "No being can break from my trance, not even a Witcher of the most skilled. You have been so easily won I'm afraid."

You kiss him. He kisses back, "Then if I die by your doing, it would be a death I welcome freely."

"So dramatic." You gift him a chaste kiss before he can say anything else, one that soon leaves him beaming up at you like a lovestruck fool when your lips part.

"I loath to dress." Pouts Geralt, "Must we?"

"Unfortunately yes....now come, let us put our clothing on before we ruin Jaskier's day. Especially you, I doubt he wants to see that beautiful monster hanging between your legs."

"Can't argue with that." —— Lacing up your boot, the scent of Jaskier reaches your nostrils a whole ten seconds before you hear him stumbling through the forest on his way to camp. He smells like the market, wild mint, and farm animals. Quite a combo.

Standing fully now to adjust your cloak, Jaskier finally pushes back some branches to bring himself into complete view. You immediately raise a brow as he smiles brightly, Geralt beating you to your own question by a second, "Why the fuck do you have a goat?"

Jaskier looks from the goat in his arms to Geralt, "He needed a friend."

"No really why do you have a goat?" You ask.

"Because the beautiful boots vendor lady gave me him, that's why. And well, I couldn't refuse her pretty smile."

"The goat or the vendor lady?"

Jaskier rolls his eyes at you, "Obviously the woman selling shoes. She was very nice and so was that traveler standing by the cart, they also weren't too bad looking either if I say so myself."

"Wait. You didn't get me boots?"

Jaskier shrugs, "No."

"You were supposed to charm her and snatch me a pair. I need a new pair, these ones are shit."

"Yes well Y/N, I became preoccupied and she was very generous and loving to me how was I supposed to swindle her and decline accepting this goat?" Protests Jaskier.

Geralt shakes his head, "Jask take it back, we have no use of a goat."

"I can't. It needs me."

"He's right. Roach will get jealous." You snicker as Geralt gives you a look, though a sort of gruff humor flashes over his golden gaze.

"We're not adding anymore people to our traveling party." Grumbles your Witcher, "Just leave him by the village gates then. Someone will certainly take him."

"No. This is Finnick and he is the newest addition to our group. He stays." Adds Jaskier defiantly as the two of you don't say a word of protest. It's not like you're just going to force Jaskier to ditch the little guy.

Geralt makes an incomprehensible grumble under his breath before walking past you to gather Roach's leather reins. He jumps atop her saddle as you eye up the goat who seems very content in Jaskier's arms.

"Bait for the Minotaur." You say, legs bringing you towards the pathway nearby within the woodland.

Geralt can be heard laughing from atop of Roach as Jaskier gasps, "Y/N! You heartless bastard."

"That's actually not a bad idea." Agrees Geralt.

"You two take that back!" The goat bleats as if shouting in protest to his own demise. "Finnick they're just being funny, ha ha yes, these two just have a dark sense of humor is all. Takes a bit getting used to."

"What if he eats your fancy elven lute Filavandrel gave you?"

"Finnick wouldn't do such a thing, he's a well trained goat."

"Well trained in shitting." Mutters Geralt as both yourself and Jaskier follow his lead towards the forest pathway.

"No. Why do you think such little of him. He's a very intelligent creature."

"Because he's a damn goat."

Finnick bleats again.

You swat your lovers leg to gain his attention, "Geralt he just called you a bitch did you hear that? I heard it, Jask you heard that right?"

"Oh yes it was clear as day."

Geralt just glares at the two of you from over his shoulder. The goat bleats again, decently loud this time. "Geralt, Finnick said you're a cunt."

Jaskier nods, "A big cunt. The hugest."

"Enormous."

"Geralt are you just going to take that goats slander towards you?" Asks Jaskier.

"Yes love, Finnick's calling you all sorts of derogatory titles."

"Will you two shut the fuck up."

You and Jaskier glance at one another, "Depends."

"Promise you're not using him as Minotaur bait." Says Jaskier holding Finnick tighter.

"Fine." He mutters, "Now stop talking." ——

5 days from Gwent

Jaskier throws a rock in your direction, stepping to the side, the small chunk of stone misses your head by a foot. Since this trek to find the Minotaur in some orchard is taking a whole lot longer then expected. Yourself and Jaskier have returned to passing the time with a little game you both like to call, Catapult. A traveling activity that involves Jaskier attempting to hit you with anything on the road, and since your reflexes are most superior. Senses heightened to a T. He misses his intended target often though he always tries anyhow.

In fact, he's only ever nicked you once when Geralt happened to have had your full attention. Even then, Jaskier can only pray to be so lucky to hit you with anything at all since then. He tosses another rock, you step to the side near Roach where the rock flies past your shoulder and onto the rocky trail ahead.

"Geralt." Says Jaskier, "Do you even know where we're going?"

"East. Near a town called Gwent."

Jaskier huffs at this blunt reply, "Well this is taking forever." The goat bleats in agreement.

You fall back a couple paces to pick up the little guy, "Oh shush now you two, it's only supposed to be a six days ride."

"Six days on a fast horse or six days at walking speed?" Asks Jaskier.

"We'll get there when we get there, have a better attitude like Y/N." Counters Geralt, "Be grateful you still have that goat."

"Behehehee!" Bleats Finnick.

You open your mouth to speak but are cut off when Geralt holds a finger to the air, "Y/N, I do not wish to know what that goat has said of me."

2 days from Gwent

Poking at a small fire, you sit cross legged on the scratchy grass covered ground of some high field of wheat. The small camp around you is flattened just enough for yourself, Geralt, Jaskier and a center campfire to keep themselves for the night. Roach is tied to an old grumpy looking tree about the length of a banquet hall away.

And Finnick is, well. He's currently head butting your thigh every ten seconds with those little nubs of his. Fortunately this does not hurt in the slightest. Ignoring him, you dig through the coals in search of some hot embers when Jaskier, who's seated across from you, obnoxiously coughs to gain yours and Geralt's attention.

Keeping your gaze to the fire, Geralt looking at nothing but his healing pack that he's rummaging through, Jaskier coughs again. Finnick's soft head runs into your leg.

"Eh hem!" Coughs Jaskier, "Right here."

"We know." Mutters Geralt, golden gaze never once departing from the one healing herb he's now found.

Jaskier gives him an offended look before pointing between the two of you, "I have something I want to say." He pauses for a long moment to gain a response, when not one of you says anything, he picks up a stick from the pile and whips it in the air.

Swish. Swoosh. Swish.

"I have something important I want to speak of."

Swoosh. Swish. Swoosh.

You part your gaze from the flames to find his expectant expression, "Yes Jaskier?" You mutter bluntly.

The stick points from you to Geralt, Jaskier then huffs in frustration before speaking, "I know what you two were doing last night."

Finnick hits you again, you raise a brow at Jaskier, "Which is?"

He swings the stick around like a wizard though it still points to you, "I had to cover Finnick's ears with a cloak. He's just a little guy who absolutely does not need to here you two doing your things together in the darkness. Can you really not wait for everyone else to fall asleep?"

"What things were we doing?" You ask just to further press his buttons.

"You know. And the things I have referred to are not appreciated. It's quite frankly disgusting and a bit wrong with me so near." He swallows thickly, "It's like....dare I say, it's like I'm there. And I don't want to be there. So Geralt, please keep Y/N away from you before I fall asleep because the sounds I was hearing were almost inhuman. Where you even enjoying yourself.."

"Yes. I was making love to Y/N what of it?" Deadpans Geralt as you snatch up the little goat before he can headbutt your leg again.

Jaskier blinks, "What of it? What of it is that I don't particularly enjoy hearing you all..all over each other like two horny drunkerds."

"Well we are definitely horny."

Geralt hums, "I understand your issue with us, but you're a bard following us for stories. I will choose to make love to Y/N whenever she so desires on any given night and Y/N happens to have a very high urgency for my.."

"Okay, okay, okay." Interrupts Jaskier, "Your words are noted."

You can't help but chuckle at this, "Maybe your little beast Finnick will get you a pretty big breasted sucker who can't help but pity your sad big blue eyes."

"I do not have sad eyes."

Geralt snorts, "Maybe a little."

"A tiny bit." You add as the goat bleats as if in agreement.

Jaskier throws his hands up, "Well that settles it then. You're all incredibly rude so goodnight."

Some orchard near Qwent

"Well I'm not seeing shit." Says Jaskier as he stands by an apple tree with his hands on his hips, eyes scanning the horizon.

In a blur are you back from your scouting upon the grounds, "You haven't moved from this spot for twenty minutes."

He huffs, of course you'd hear him complaining even when a good twenty yards away, "Yeah, twenty minutes I'm still breathing. I have no intentions of meeting this so called Minotaur. Also I'd rather not break my lute."

"Should have left it with Roach." Says Geralt.

"I couldn't risk some bastard stealing it. I could never forgive myself for being so careless."

You raise a brow, "Where's the goat?"

Jaskier's brows furrow before he frowns and suddenly looks left and right panicked, "Finnick? Finnick!" He shouts, "Where are you! Finnick! Finn.."

"Will you shut up." Snaps Geralt as he pulls out his silver sword from the sheath attached to his back, "Maybe it's for the best if you've lost him here.."

"What! No he needs me I promised I'd protect him!" Cries Jaskier, holding his lute tighter, "Where could he have gone off to? Finnick! FINNICK PLEASE COME BACK I'M SORRY FOR NOT PAYING ATTENTION I LOVE YOU! FINNIC.."

"Shut the fuck up." You whisper yell while holding the back of his shirt collar like a frustrated mother, "You want the whole orchard to know we're here?"

Jaskier juts out his lip, "No."

You release him, "Good. Now let's all start looking for this fucking goat and maybe we'll find the Minotaur in the process." You add, beginning to walk north towards the tall rows of apple trees, "Yell if you see the goat. Scream if you see the Minotaur."

"Y/N you can't just have us split up like this. I don't have a weapon." Says Jaskier.

You look at him over your shoulder, "Just stay close to Geralt."

"No." Grumbles your Witcher as he opens his mouth to speak but is lost to words when you race to another part of the huge orchard in a speedy blur of reds and blacks. Gone before he can complain about watching over Jaskier while you all search for the goat. Damn you and your vampireyness.

Trees appear to fly past you as your legs carry yourself inhumanly fast across the grass covered grounds. Soon does your hearing catch the sound of a bahh to your right and down a long row of thin trees you go. Causing leaves and branches to move about in the hasty rush of unexpected wind.

Halting your movement in a split second instance, you stand looming over the small goat. It sniffs your boots before raising its furry head to look up at your fangs behind that smile and those two big red eyes of yours. You're such a funny looking human it has begun to think, you and that white haired man. So odd a pair.

Kneeling down, you pet the little guys head, "Now what mischief have you been up to?"

"Bahhh."

"Oh really? Now I don't think Jaskier would like that answer one bit, you know you've made him quite worried about your absence." He snorts in reply as you continue to pet his head, "Come now little one this place is too dangerous no matter how delicious the apples look."

Finnick stomps on the ground with his hooves like he wants to play, the little shit then unexpectedly headbutts your bent leg so hard it cause you to lose your balance and onto your butt you go. Finnick then races off in the direction you came.

"Did I just get bested by a goat?" You mutter to a raven sitting close by in a tree, "Shit, I think I did. Well I'm certainly never telling Geralt that." You swiftly float up to your feet, landing on soil again, you point towards the raven, "Don't ever tell anyone about this." You then take off towards the retreating goat.

Not even ten seconds later do you just narrowly miss slamming right into Geralt when thankfully you stop dead. Faces inches from one another, he raises a brow at you, goat notably in his arms.

You smile a fangy grin, "Come here often?"

He simply hums as you steal a swift kiss upon those beautiful plush lips of his before finding a spot to his left. Licking his lips does Geralt turn to you, "Here." The goat is then handed out for you to quickly accept into your arms.

"Why me?"

"Because."

"I just kissed you does that mean nothing?"

He tilts your chin up with the tips of his fingers, "It means everything to me." Eyes so soft and golden you could have fallen right into his arms until he continues, "However that's a goat and I didn't want it here in the first place."

Hissing at him, he takes a step back as your eyes narrow, "And what if this was the Child Surprise?"

"You don't even want the Child Surprise."

"That is....true." You pause a moment to think of something else to catch him for, when nothing comes to mind you simply walk past him, "I won't forget this tonight."

"Y/N!"

"You made your choice."

"It's just a goat."

"And my cuddles are just free for you whenever you want."

"Y/N."

"Not anymore."

"Y/N."

"Fuck off to a tree."

The goat bleats as you keep your gaze set straight ahead, Geralt silently trailing after you knowing full well that he should have just held the damn goat instead of making you do it. However he can be just as stubborn as you and right now he dare not ask to take the goat back, what's done is done.

And anyways, you're not really mad at him. Just incredibly annoyed.

"Finnick!" Joyously shouts Jaskier as he jogs a short distance past some apple trees.

"Yes. He is alive." You mutter unenthusiastically as Jaskier reaches out to gently take hold of the goat like a newborn.

"Oh how I've missed you my friend. I'm so sorry I lost you, that must have been so frightening no worries it will never happen again I promise you that." Rambles Jaskier as you hear the sounds of rough snorts off to the western area. You then smell the scent of something like that of cow yet a lingering scent of a man who's rolled in vomit and decaying apples.

Oh, shit.

"I don't mean to interrupt this sweet reunion but we have a problem." They all look at you now, "More specifically a big problem that smells rather dreadful too."

"Y/N what is it?" Asks Geralt.

"I think Jaskier's yelling has disturbed the Minotaur we've been looking for." As if on cue does a tremendous roar echo throughout the entire orchard causing some birds to fly from their perches.

"On second thought I'll be heading back to Roach, good luck you two." Says Jaskier as he begins walking away to safety.

"Coward!" You shout as more of an annoyed afterthought then anything truly harmful, Jaskier is well aware how unqualified to kill any monster he most certainly is. You and Geralt on the other hand are practically built for this.

Geralt unsheathes his sword, "You distract it, I'll handle the rest."

"You can distract it. That thing is meant to maim and unalive you Geralt. I'm faster, let me handle this."

He quickly sets a hand on your shoulder, "I want to help you, Y/N. I can't just let you do this alone."

"Fine. Come on let's get our coin." ——

One hour later

The high pitched shriek that emits from deep within Jaskier's throat is enough to have you wincing at the abrupt noise. Paired with the panicked bleats from the goat as you stand out from behind a tree.

Granted you're covered head to toe in splatters of ruby red blood from when Geralt threw his sword in the Minotaur's neck and when you flew up to pull it out. A waterfall of crimson spray danced straight for your body that was too close to the sight of impact. And now here you are.

Geralt steps around you and at this does Jaskier stop screaming in terror, the goat as well. He makes a bewildered face before pointing towards you, "Y/N? Uh, Geralt."

"She had to pull my sword from its neck. I must have hit an artery."

"He most definitely hit a fucking artery." You grumble, body sticky and wet with Minotaur blood. —— Two Weeks Later

Sitting in the grass on the outskirts of a town where a fair is currently being held in the hills. You pop a sweet raspberry into your mouth as Jaskier sips on some wine next to you. Geralt lays in the grass directly behind you, he's so close does he keep his left hand over your lower abdomen to hug you into his side. His eyes are closed, chest rising and falling with soft breaths. You eat another raspberry and listen to the joyous music playing close by. Today couldn't be nicer.

"Okay Finnick, you ever try wine?" The goat bleats in reply to Jaskier’s question. "Hmm, don't no what that means but I can guess you're curious. Here, have a little sip."

You look up from your berry eating to see as Jaskier is pouring wine into the goats mouth like a farmer would nurse a baby cow with a bottle. "Uh, what are you doing?" You question with a raised brow.

"Giving Finnick some wine."

"I payed for that bottle."

"Yes, and we thank you for your generosity."

You blink and shake your head before looking over at Geralt snoozing away without a fuck to give. Your eyes are back on Jaskier, "Does he like it?"

The goat looks over at you and bleats loudly, Jaskier laughs, "It would seem so."

Finnick then jumps, kicking the air happily before running around the three of you. He then headbutts your leg causing you to spill your bag of raspberries all over the grass. He bahhhs and snorts before running around Jaskier in circles. You glare at an apologetic Jaskier while picking up your red berries.

"How much wine did you give him?"

"Not a lot. I swear."

"What the fuck is that sound?" Asks a groggy Witcher.

"Finnick."

"Hmm." He mutters before squeezing your side and sitting upright to lean himself into you. To anyone passing by he looks like a drunken man with his sober lover.

You smile and move a piece of hair out of his eyes as his head lays against your shoulder, "What a sleepy old wolf you are today."

"Yes, until that damn goat woke me."

"Ah, yes there is a reason and he is sorry." Says Jaskier quickly.

You take Geralt's left hand with yours and pat his messy white hair with the other, "He gave Finnick wine."

"Hmm." Geralt closes his eyes. Two boys are heard laughing when Finnick runs past Roach, Jaskier and straight into your lap he goes causing Geralt to wake up with a start. "What the fuck?"

"Finnick why?" You whine as Geralt's body moves away from yours, "What is the problem now?"

The goat bleats as your Witcher quickly stands when two teenage boys no older then thirteen stop a good three yards away, a dull knife in each hand. They look up to no good. Geralt sets a hand out indicating them to stay where they are.

"What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

The dark haired one shrugs, "The goat."

"Yeah, is he yours?" Asks the shorter brunette.

Geralt pauses for a brief second, "Yes."

They look disappointed, "Fine. Stupid fool anyways. Tell your pet idiot to stay out of our flowers!" They shout before running off.

"Flowers?" Asks Geralt who turns around to look at you two.

Jaskier takes a sip of wine, "They're probably flower pickers for some cart.....but why the knives?"

A soft whimpering draws your attention to Finnick who's shaking in your arms. "What is it now? Those imbeciles scare you?" He appears to nod and hold his left leg gingerly. You set him in the grass and kneel to inspect the possible damage.

He flinches back, "Bahh Ahhh ahhhh!"

"I'm just looking. Let me see." Both Geralt and Jaskier watch as you gently lift up the goats leg and check it. "I don't see a cut. And if you were bleeding I would know, believe me." You let him go.

Finnick gingerly tries to step on that foot, when he can't does he bow his head. You purse your lips together, scarlet eyes glancing up between Jaskier and Geralt. You look back at Finnick and reach a hand out, "Here, let me kiss it better."

"Bah."

"Come, I will fix it." The little goat lifts his hoof up, you place a soft kiss upon it. Finnick touches his hoof to the grass and nods his head a couple times.

Suddenly a mist of deep oranges and blues begin to circle around him from seemingly out of nowhere. Finnick looks around frightened and bleats louder when you jump back to stand. "Y/N what is happening?" Urgently asks Jaskier as you stare at the colors hastily thickening and getting brighter and brighter.

"I don't know."

The magnificent colors of a setting sun engulf around the small goat as wind picks up, blowing your hair about. The light is too much and with that do you turn away when a blast of magic throws you three to the grass covered earth. When the air stills do you stand up, turning around do you come face to face with Prince Alaric of Althurna.

A seventeen year old boy with bright brown eyes and golden hair just barely touching his shoulders. The same image you saw on a missing persons poster almost three weeks ago. He holds his fingers close in nervousness, shyly he stands there.

"What the fuck, who the fuck are you?" Says Jaskier as he eyes up the boy who was until recently a goat named Finnick.

"Uh." The prince hugs himself, "I'm uh..."

"Prince Alaric of Althurna." You say confidently as Geralt and Jaskier stand to either side of you. The prince nods.

Jaskier sets a hand on his hip, "You're not...a goat?"

"No." Replies the frightened prince.

"Who did that to you then?" Asks Geralt.

The prince looks to the ground, "A mage." He says softly.

A mage? Fucking mages.

"A mage turned you?

"Yes."

Jaskier throws his hands to the air, "So I finally find something that I like very much and it turns out to be a bewitched prince." He loudly complains, "What are the chances?"

"Apparently pretty high." You add as Alaric gives a shy little smile.

This is going to be very interesting indeed.

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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OMG!! Ok so reader joins the elite squad (post-annie titan), and Levi asks Eren or Mikasa to wake them up, but everyone REFUSES to because reader is worse than Levi in the morning. Ok so Levi goes in to wake her up himself, and at first he thinks she looks peaceful, but when he goes to shake her she grabs his wrist and forces herself on top of him in the bed and then shes like UHHH SORRY CAPTIAN

“Wake Up Call,” Levi x Reader

Summary: everyone being scared to wake you up in the morning so Levi is left to do it.

Warnings: none

It had been going on for weeks, your friends would constantly bicker and make fun of the way you were grumpy in the morning.

You’ll admit that you’re not a morning person but you weren’t all that bad, you just assumed they were being dramatic and were looking for reasons to push your buttons.

But as time went by, Levi forcing different people to wake you up in the early morning for training turned into a complete circus.

First it was Eren, he walked in your small room and watched you sleep on the bed. You looked peaceful and he assumed it was be pretty easy to just shake you awake and make you get ready for the day but he was wrong.

When his hand went down to place on your arm and gently shake you while calling your name, you were quick to activate defensive mode and grab his arm before twisting it.

“Hey, Y/N!” Eren shouted, making your eyes go wide and instantly let go of his arm.

“I’m so sorry.” You quickly said, soon a small laugh had started to leave your lips at the look of terror on his face.

After that Jean had came to wake you up but you had given him the finger and rolled over to sleep again but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, especially since Levi would curse at him for not being successful with dragging you out of bed.

So he continue to shake you, even got on your bed to jump on it before you grabbed his feet and yanked him so he fell on his back.

“Ouch! Jesus Christ, is it that hard to get up?” He complained, yanking the blankets off your body and left your room with them, leaving you too cold to sleep.

Soon after that it was a cycle that was never ending until your friends had refused to wake you up in the morning. They rather deal with Levi’s temper than to deal with your morning attitude.

But Levi wasn’t going to back down and let you have a peaceful sleep, you needed to learn how to get up in the morning to train like the others.

It made him insanely frustrated to bicker with his scouts about who is going to wake you up next and the fact he lost and has to walk in your room to wake you up, he was going to make sure it didn’t turn out pretty.

You were obviously a great scout and a great person to work with, that’s what he thinks at least but the way you loved your sleep more than your job and would do anything for a nap, it irritated him and he tried for months, even a year to snap you out of this phase but it never worked.

He grunted under his breath, walking inside your dark room as you slept peacefully on your bed. He furrowed his eyebrows as he walked over to the window and pushed open the curtains, letting some light come through.

“Y/N.” He simply said, glancing over at you and of course you were still passed out on the bed.

The side of your face was squished against the pillow, lips parted slightly and soft breaths leaving your lips while the blankets were tucked securely around you as you laid there curled up like a baby.

He’ll admit you look cute and peaceful but you needed to get up, he can’t just leave you here while everyone else trained.

“Great.” He mumbled to himself, moving his feet towards your bed as the boots on his feet clicked against the wooden floors.

He was growing impatient with you, it was like he was taking care of a child and he hated that. He stood in front of your bed, his hand moving down to rest on your back and somewhat shake you awake.

He didn’t want to be harsh but he was also annoyed that you were still sleeping through all of this, he hated to be kept waiting and you have everyone including him waiting for you- you always did when there was early morning training.

He continued to shake you, getting a little more rough once he noticed you weren’t budging. Were you dead? He couldn’t believe someone could sleep like this, be such a heavy sleeper and manage to sleep like a baby.

Levi sighed, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off you. He yanked the pillow from underneath your head and dropped it down on your head with a bit of force but careful enough to not completely hurt you.

Soon he reached down to shake you again, this time you went into defensive mode again. Your hand grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed, flipping yourself to go on top of him and used the small knife you hid by your bed to press against his throat.

Once your eyes had adjusted, you met eyes with Levi. He was stunned, his eyes wide and yours grew wide too. Soon your face was completely red and flustered when you noticed the position you were in.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry Captain.” You were quick to get off of him and hide the small knife behind your back as you watched him get up.

He stared at you, eyebrows raised in amusement. He now understood why everyone was so scared to wake you up in the morning. He didn’t know you had all that in you and was impressed that even half asleep, you can somehow manage to defend yourself if necessary.

As he looked over your current state, you face flustered and red- he couldn’t help but chuckle and fix his jacket before returning back to his usual cold stare.

“Do that again and you’ll be running laps, get ready and meet us outside.” He said plainly, trying to hide the small chuckles that wanted to leave his mouth as he walked towards your door.

“Right, sorry again.” You said, cursing under your breath to yourself at how much of an idiot you can be and he heard it.

His head turned to look at you, he rolled his eyes and stood in the doorway as you continued to mumble small curse words under your breath until he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“What was that?” He asked, he was entertained by the small show you had given and he was edging to tease you even more about the events that had just happened.

“Nothing! I’ll be out there in a minute.” You scrambled around your room to grab your uniform and as you were about to take off your pajamas, you noticed Levi still standing there and met eyes with him.

“Is there anything else, Captain?”

“Oh, right.” He nodded, turning to leave the room but had stood there just for a moment, the small smirk hidden from your view.

“If you wanted me in a position like that, all you had to do was ask.” He said playfully, making your cheeks turn a darker shade than it was before, soon he had left your room and left you to get ready for training.

But you were too busy overthinking it and thinking about how you managed to tackle your own Captain down and practically sit on top of him with a knife pressed against his throat. You were terrified of the training he would put you through today just by doing that to him.

Deep inside your mind, though, you somewhat enjoyed the little show and so did Levi.

Pretty short but I thought it was a good length.

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maskyartist · 2 years

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been meaning to do more Double Trouble AU content, so here it is! finally got around to finishin this. it started as somethin a lil different but i decided i hated it so i just redid the whole thing and tbh? much happier with this.

also theres a fic to go with this which i shall throw in the keep reading area but before that-

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oh and reminder this aint just me @rexidot helped me come up with a TON of this, we're 50/50 on the ideas for this, so credit where credit is due Rexidot did such immaculate work on Dion's character in this and how he would interact with Raz so of course i had to make this happen

anyways enjoy the fic :D

It's been two, closing in on three, days since Raz ran off from the circus in search of his little Psychic Summer Camp. It's been nearly three days of Dion chasing after him that night and, reluctantly (he claims), joining him on his spontaneous adventure.

It's been...rough, to say the least. Dion knew it wasn't gonna be simple, but the routine of train hopping, tumbling out, searching whatever town they ran across, sleeping in alleyways, and running after the next train they could find before it left for good was still a rough one to get accustomed to.

Sure they're used to constant movement, circus life does that after all, but this was whiplash in comparison to setting up for a few days at least, having some warm meals with the family around the campfire, before leaving in the late evening so the kids could sleep through most of the travel while their parents drove all night long.

Dion sighed as he stared out at the whipping landscape passing him from his sitting position in the newest train cart they were able to grapple into before it shot off into the distance for good.

His shoulders relax as he turns around, seeing Raz already looting through his backpack and satchel for snacks they grabbed on their way out. Just a few pre-made sandwiches and bottled sodas from the gas station they hit on their way out of town before people started realizing how light their pockets were getting after meeting and attempting to comfort his crying baby brother, so scared without his big brother to protect him from the creepy corners of the streets.

(Dion doesn't make it habit to steal, especially not in front of Raz, but it's not like Dion had a lot of money to begin with when they started this trip. he's gotta make ends meet somehow.)

Dion's hands are cold when Raz presses the sandwich half and soda bottle into them. "Did you have to get egg salad?" Raz grumbles, going back to digging through his bag. "My satchel's gonna smell for weeks now."

A roll of his eyes. Dion crosses his legs as he starts unwrapping his sandwich. "Don't start complaining now. If you wanted something different, you would've stayed home." He says, narrowing his eyes at the sandwich. As if it's offended him. "We could've been eating Nona's stew."

Raz lets out a small sigh. "...sorry." He mutters, scooting further from his brother in the cart to settle against a few crates, setting up his meal for the night.

Dion doesn't say anything. He simply takes a bite of his sandwich (not terrible, but not great.) and keeps his eyes on the rushing hills going past them, barely illuminated by the slowly growing moonlight in the distance. It's pretty, that's for sure. At least as pretty as it can get. Dion's seen landscapes like this hundreds of times, and he can confidently say it loses it's luster after the first twenty times you're woken up by your siblings so they can point and stare at the sparkling waters or pretty moonlight just outside their Caravan's tiny windows.

Raz finishes his food first, and Dion calls that a success. Usually Raz eats tiny portions when he's stressed, so it's good to know he's doing okay enough to eat. Even if these sandwiches aren't the best. Still...that just means he's concrete in his choice to run away from home. Dion's not sure if that's better or worse.

"Do you think Frazie's mad at me?" Raz finally asks, breaking the silence the two have found themselves in for awhile now. "I didn't leave a note..."

Dion hums and swallows. "That's why I left one instead." He says, looking at his brother with narrowed eyes. "Your handwriting is basically chicken scratch. It's better this way."

Raz pouts at him. "Jerk." He mutters, grabbing his soda and cracking it open finally. "She wouldn't tell mom, right?"

Dion snickers. "Are you kidding? Mom definitely found out first. I'm sure she stormed into our room and saw the two of us were missing first thing that morning." It's unlike Dion to not be awake first, after all, with his two sleepy siblings following him out the Caravan to help set up for breakfast while the little ones slept a bit longer for the sake of their sanity.

Raz looks at the floor. "...but what about Frazie?"

There's a pause. Dion remembers that night so clearly. He remembers the gut feeling shoving him awake and alert. He remembers realizing the weight of the pushed together mattresses his siblings called one big bed was just slightly off. He remembers looking to his side and seeing his baby brother missing, and he just knew it wasn't for a midnight bathroom break.

He also remembers his sister, just as awake as him, staring him dead in the eye as Dion frantically packed his bag and set out to find the little mouse who fled. There was hushed explanations, furious biting demands to follow him, and desperate pleads to just stay.

("you can't leave me behind, too!" Frazie whispered, eyes brimming with exhausted, emotional tears. "at least let me come with you! i can help! i can-!"

"you can't." Dion muttered, holding his sister's face in his cold hands. "someone needs to stay and take care of Tala and Queepie. Mom will be frantic, Dad's gonna be...well...i don't know. and Nona won't be happy too. imagine how they'd feel if three of their five kids left?"

"then why can't i go and you stay?" Frazie asks quietly.

Dion frowns. "...i have to do this, Freyja." he says softly. "you and i know that."

it's unspoken, but it's there. that gut feeling that this is their best option instead of being sitting ducks.

Frazie sniffed, grabbing her brother by the shoulders and yanking him into a tight hug.

"come back with him." she mutters into his neck. "you gotta promise me."

Dion pauses for a moment, before engulfing his sister just as tightly, cradling the back of her head against his shoulder.

"i promise. i'll always come home."

Dion could always find his siblings when they played hide and seek, after all. this wouldn't be any different.)

"She won't be too upset." He finally says, nodding confidently. "I think she'll be more upset you took Sugarcube out that late." He teases lightly.

Raz snickers lightly. Yeah, that sounds like Frazie to him. "It's not my fault she's fast. I knew she'd get me to the train tracks."

Dion rolls his eyes. "Yeah, and you let me chase after you for hours because of it."

That wasn't the right thing to say, Dion realizes, when Raz's smile lowers once more. Before Dion can sputter something out, an excuse, something about not being upset over it, a grumpy retort, Raz gathers his things from his spot by the crates (his satchel, his helmet and goggles, his soda, the wrapper for his sandwich.) and brings both them and himself over to Dion, dropping down next to him with a huff, leaning firmly into his side.

There's an unspoken question, and Dion easily answers that by backing up with his brother at his side into the crook of the train cart's sliding door and the opening of the doorway. He can't exactly close it, but this is safe enough for the two of them.

"...why're you here, Dion?" Raz finally asks, scooting against his brother to get comfortable. "I didn't ask you to come with me for a reason. I wanted to go alone."

Dion sighs, twisting so he can grab his little brother and hoist him into his lap properly, letting Raz lean further into his chest. There. That's better. That's familiar for the two of them. "I don't think that's true. I think you wanted someone to come with you, but you were scared to ask." Raz opens his mouth, only to close it again, and Dion keeps speaking. "I'm here because I want to be here, Pooter. Not because I have to be here."

Raz grumbles. "Don' call me Pooter..." He mutters, words meshing together. Even with a soda in his system he can barely stay awake. The way his brothers body works is a mystery, even to Dion, who's kept watch over him for 10 whole years now.

Dion just hums. "I'll call you whatever I want, Pooter."

"Nerd."

"Mentalist dork."

"Philosophy geek."

"Hey!" Raz shuts his eyes tight, a giggle escaping him at Dion's offense. "You always liked when I read those books! Raz! Don't ignore me, you little-!"

Dion frowns as his brother begins to drift off in his arms, letting out a sigh. "You're lucky Mom's gonna want you back whole..." He grumbles, before situating himself to get a bit more comfortable, arms wrapping around Raz to keep him close, keep him warm, and finally slides his stare outside, watching the world pass them so quickly.

He doesn't sleep until much later, when moon is high and the night is colder. But he sleeps easier, knowing Raz is safe and sound in his arms.

But Dion will never admit that. Not out loud. Not on his life.

#psychonauts #razputin aquato #dion aquato #Double Trouble AU #psychonauts fanart #psychonauts fanfic #fanfic #fanart #this took way too much time tbh-#lineart is gonna be the fuckin death of me i swear #but im happy with the result #giving u early sunrise vibes yknow?

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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ascendance - 04

PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: abduction, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)

A/N: hello!! i hope you enjoy this new chapter as i dive more into bucky’s past. italics in this work symbolise a flashback in case anyone’s confused. hope you enjoy it xx

> NEXT CHAPTER | MASTERLIST

The entrance hall of the Barnes household was pilled up with people. Between his mum barking orders left to right and caterers bringing food in and out, the once silent room turned into a busy crossroads which meant James had retreated back to his room. He was sat down in his bed, cashmere black suit on and hair pushed back, Dead Souls opened on top his legs. He was lost in between the small black letters printed on the yellowing paper, so lost that the sound of his window opening went by him until a loud thump woke him up from his literary daze. Bucky looked up to see his younger sister, sat on the floor of his bedroom by the window with her dress partially on and hair messy due to the windy weather outside. He sighed, closing his book and putting it off to the side.

- Can’t you climb into your own bedroom? - Bucky got up from bed, leaning down to help her back onto her feet.

- Yours is closer. - she brushed the dirt off her baby pink dress picked by their mother. - Shouldn’t you be downstairs?

- Shouldn’t you be in your bedroom?

- Touche. - she pointed. - Can you not tell mum? She’ll freak out if she discovers that I went out on dad’s big day.

- Go on, I’ll keep mum occupied while you sort out that bird’s nest hair.

- Thank you! - she smiled, giving him a short hug. - What am I gonna do when you go to Princeton? Who’s gonna cover for me?

- I guess you’ll just have to form an alliance with the maids.

Y/N and Bucky were silent, barely speaking to each other if even looking into each other’s eyes. She merely remained there in her operatic costume, the corset doing the best of jobs at enhancing her female features and almost making her look like a femme fatale out of a classical movie in rich red and green fabrics decorated with what he guessed where heavy metal gold pieces resembling precious jewels and golden rings. He did not know which production they were putting on, he hadn’t even heard her sing before but she looked like she belonged in that stage, like she would have been showered in praise the moment the spotlight grazed her.

She paced around the living room not exactly sure what to do, the beads which made up her skirt and would suddenly peak to show her legs making a slight rustling noise as her eyes studied the book shelf which was filled with tons and tons of books from the classics to mere economy books. Maybe she could read them whenever the tension between of them wasn’t so apparent. She couldn’t help but sometimes look at the badly fixed window and wonder if she could make it, maybe when he wasn’t looking, maybe when he was sleeping yet looking at him; tall, muscular, fast, definetely much stronger than her, she knew that even if she managed to get outside, he would easily get her back. Her mind battled her positive side as she wondered if this was it, if this was home now. Suddenly, her old flat no longer seemed old and she would give everything away if only she could go back, back to being told to do errands that really did not concern her, to stepping on bobby pins laid on the ground, to way too strong makeup which looked ridiculous in proper daylight. She would give everything, if she could go back to what her life had been.

The man whose name he hadn’t even dignified himself to tell her yet was sat on one of the high chairs by the kitchen with his eyes trained on her. She briskly turned around, arms crossed under her chest with an almost child like pout of someone who had just been punished. In reality, I’m the one who’s being punished here, he thought to himself.

- You could tell me your name. - she said, not looking into his eyes, instead rubbing her worn out ballet shoes against his hard floor.

- You don’t need to know my name. - he was quiet yet imposing. Y/N could not deny he seemed to have a strong presence despite barely raising his voice. It was almost magnetic as if he was made to be looked at, yet she felt he didn’t want to be seen.

- What if I need to call out for you?

- I would know. There’s no one else here, is it?

Y/N did not reply to this, instead rolling her eyes and sitting down on the couch. There was not much to do in the small one bedroom apartment other than pace around, eat and watch television. Her hand flew over to the remote, pointing it at the TV to turn it on which opened on the news channel. She guessed this was the way she had of now knowing what was happening outside the four walls she was being held captive in. There wasn’t much happening and even if it was, all the local news could talk about was about the upcoming mayoral election. It was a circus with advertisements and rumours flying around about each and every candidate and while it was almost painfully enjoyable to see men over thirty acting like gossip mean girls in school, everyone knew who was gonna win.

She’d always been told that behind every great man, there’s a great woman and in this particular election it couldn’t be anymore true. The favourite candidate to win, Robert Moore, also known as Bobbie, was married to an senator’s daughter but not just any senator, Senator Barnes. She was too young to remember his policies or even his public persona, yet from what she knew, he had been a very well liked and well respected Senator, coming from a prominent family and building an even more prominent family. Being married to Rebecca Barnes, now Rebecca Barnes-Moore, was a one way ticket to a good career in politics. The two stood in the television screen, side by side in an almost JFK and Jackie Kennedy fashion with sunny smiles looking like the picture perfect Americana couple. It seemed all his ads showed him, his wife and their new born baby. High school sweethearts, it seemed.

- Are you gonna watch that the whole day? - she turned her head around, looking at his annoyed expression, whiskey glass in hand.

- They look good together.

- It’s a circus. - he snickered, sitting by her side.

- What are you? An anarchist? - those words flew out of her mouth without any filter, mostly out of nuisance. - Her father was a great politician and he is young and likeable.

- Young and likeable ... sounds like great political traits.

- What do you know about politics?

- What do you know about politics? Do they have a crash course in politics at whatever company you were in?

She rolled her eyes, turning the volume up to listen to the broadcaster tell the love story of the future mayor and his wife. Her face softened as she heard what was probably a highly modified version of the actual truth yet she couldn’t help but slightly smile at the idea of it. They seemed in love and as someone who had a degree in pretending to be in love while singing, it warmed her heart to see it. She liked that idea, the idea of Ms and Mrs Americana, the idea of having someone to lean in. Well, she liked the idea of someone. Sure, maybe the man whose name she still didn’t know and was starting to believe was never going to learn was right, it was a circus, all elections are but she couldn’t help but be pulled by the myth of it, by the we against the world mentality no matter how morally wrong it was.

She continued to watch the coverage of the election run as the man next to her got up from the couch to pick up a phone call. Her hearing slightly moved towards what he was doing, mind always thinking of escaping but even though he was talking on the phone, his gaze was trained of her as if she were his prey. He mumbled something on the phone before turning it off and moving his eyes to text someone yet after that his eyes were on her once more.

- Try not to escape for the next hour.

- Do you have a nameless anarchy convention to attend?

- Billy is coming to watch over you. No funny business.

- Will. - she corrected him. - He doesn’t like being called Billy.

- As long as you don’t pull a mission impossible on him, I will call him whatever you want.

Will didn’t take long to arrive, dressed in a tennis-like outfit as if he had been pulled away from tennis which sounded like something he’d do. Bucky exchanged a few words with him before leaving the two of them together. He trusted Billy, or Will, was smart enough not to let her escape or run away. God, he didn’t even want to think about what John would do to him if she escaped, much less what he would do to her if she escaped. He made his drive to John’s condo in fifth avenue, parking his bike somewhere before making his way up. The condo was always weirdly filled with chatter talk yet he could see no people, it was as if the ghosts of the people he had taken out followed him in his own home and Bucky couldn’t say he pitied him. After all, he had his own ghosts too.

He looked into John’s office where he was sat in the couch, the coverage of the election run on the television on low volume. John’s eyes immediately found Bucky’s figure looming at the entrance, never really entering, just standing behind the line which separated the hall from the office.

- How’s the roomie? - he motioned his hand for him to come in. - Still pretty?

- What do you need?

- I just got an invitation to a fundraiser. Zemo’s going so I want you to go.

- I can’t, I have her to watch over Y/N. She’s not very keen on remaining in the flat.

- Chain her up for all I care. It’s in two weeks and I’ll be damned if I’m there by myself with Zemo. Besides it’s your sister’s fundraiser, I always love to see Rebecca.

- She’s not gonna be there. - his jaw locked. - A fundraiser for the mob? It’s mostly free alcohol and networking with them not showing up.

- Maybe you should bring your roomie. She’s pretty and if anything I’m sure she can sing and if not maybe she can entertain in another form.

- The NYPD is probably looking for her, it’s not wise ...

- Do you make the rules? - John interrupted him, leaning against the couch with arms crossed. - You seem to have forgotten who makes the rules, soldat.

- I just don’t think ...

- You don’t think. - he interrupted him once more. - This election is important and since I do not have the right person here to get ahead, I will make do with what we have. I don’t give a fuck about what you do when you’re at your flat but she is mine. She is my get out of jail card. Are we clear, soldat?

- Yes.

- You can go now. - he dismissed him. Bucky turned around, eyes open wide yet emotionless face as if he were disconnected from his own consciousness. He guessed it was for the best to remain disconnected, to not know what was going on.

He drove himself back home, standing alone at night looking at his flat; the window still broken while the lights were flickering. He thought about running off, starting his bike and running off into the night and just drive until the tank was empty but he couldn’t. He had strings, strings which kept him tied to where he was right now. He guessed that now she was another string keeping him here.

Bucky sighed as he walked back to his flat, opening the door to a rather serene sight. Will was by the kitchen watching the football game while Y/N was laid across the couch, book in hand which he recognised as one of his old ones. Her hair was different, she probably had taken off her wig and for the first time since those few minutes in the costume room. It looked soft, framing her face and getting in front of her eyes as she herself got lost in the room. Will excused himself, leaving just as he noticed Bucky before he could be yelled at by using his television. Yet again, Y/N and Bucky were alone in that small flat. She looked up from the book and at him before returning to read.

He left her with the book, walking to his bedroom which was probably now more hers than his to grab one of trousers and hoodies before returning back to the living room. Still reading. At least she wasn’t trying to break any more windows. He put the hoodie and trousers by her side, turning off the television as more screams for the football match came through.

- You can change into those. - he pointed at the clothing, getting her attention as she closed the book. - Those beads can’t be comfortable.

- Oh

- The bathroom’s there. - he pointed at one of the few doors in the flat. - You can shower too, there’s towels.

- Thank you. - she grabbed the things he had put out for her before leaving him in the living room by himself.

And then it was just him once more, alone, tied to this city which screamed everyone’s name but his.

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fandom-------queen · 3 years

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Movie night with the young X-men

Kurt x Reader(all ready in a relationship)

Warnings:none

Summary: a little drabble about you and the other younger X-men attempting to continue to introduce Kurt to all the fun he missed while in the circus. Tonight you introduce him to the wonders of movie night

Sorry for mistakes it's not proofread and written in my phone

Story under the cut

Everyone could agree that reacquainting Kurt with all of the glories he had missed was fantastic. You, Peter, Jubilee, Storm, Jean and Scott all enjoyed getting to relive activities from childhood you missed or also never got to enjoy. Your favorite part was watching the joy on Kurt's face at the ability to run around and enjoy himself, enjoy the freedom from training and from his past, from taking him out to play laser tag to go go kart racing to introducing him to the wonders and possibilities of the mall food court, everyone enjoyed the new favorite way to unwind after a stressful day or week.

Tonight's activity of choice of choice was a movie night heavily advocated for by Jean who was tired of Scott complaining about how he lost at go kart racing and how it shouldn't be against the rules to use his own lasers at laser tag.

In theory but had been a good idea until the problem of picking the movie arose, it might just have been the hardest feat you have ever had to face. Everyone had filled into the screening room in Xavier's mansion and everyone was advocating for a different genre. Kurt sat there amazed by the different genres being named with no idea of what movies he would even want to watch. You sat next to him trying to think of a movie everyone could enjoy and shooting down movies being named that you new would be to scary or wouldn't hold Kurt's interests. Finally Peter and Scott said they would compromise with Venom, you Jean, Jubilee and Storm also agreed that it wasn't to scary, had a slight romance, was funny and all around a good movie. While Jean was putting it on you grabbed one of Kurt's fuzzier blankets he had brought and threw it around the two of you as you pulled him close as possible and the two of you snuggled together. Just as you got comfortable you jumped three feet in the air when Peter screamed. Everyone looked over to him as his face held a look of horror.

"The snacks!" And with that he sped off leaving you all chuckling and Scott muttering to Jean about how they almost forgot the most important part of movie night. Jean had the movie ready and about 10 seconds later Peter ran back and forth placing down three bowels of pop corn, a grocery bag filled with multiple boxes of assorted candies, cans of soda and water and of course another few bags filled with boxes of Twinkies. Everyone was settled into their respective places on the couches and chairs in the room and the movie started.

During the movie Kurt had a few jump scares when he witnessed venom's violence but for most of the movie he stayed snuggled into your side chuckling at Venom and Eddie's antics.

By the time the movie ended the room was a mess with boxes and wrappers, cans and kernels, and more promenentley half asleep mutants on the downhill side of a sugar rush. As the end credits played everyone heaved themselves up to grab their respective trash and stumble back to their dorms. Once all of yours and Kurt's trash was taken care of he *Bamfed* you two back to his room and straight into his bed.

He wound his tail around you and pulled you close into his arms as he pulled his comforter up around you."Did you enjoy the movie?" You asked with a yawn.

"Mhm" he mumbled, "but I enjoyed being with our friends more, I enjoyed being with you the most" he looked down his cheeks tinging purple.

"I love you" you grinned softly pecking him on the lips.

"I love you too (y/n)"

"Goodnight Kurt" you mumbled Kurt's warmth and the pull of sleep making it hard to remain awake.

"Good night liebe" he whispered back.

#kurt wagner #x-men #fluff #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner x you #kurt wagner x y/n

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 1

Summary: YN is a Detective and the partner of Gavin Reed, number one douchebag of the Detroit City Police Department. After a forced break, she comes back. She’s looking forward to working with her partner again and to getting back into her ‘normal’ life between case files and criminals. But, of course, it doesn’t stay boring for too long: Gavin seemed to be more on the edge than usual, a Red Ice dealer might be a good lead to something bigger and then, there is Connor, the friendly, handsome android and Hank’s new partner.

Added to the fact that yn has to deal with the criminal world again, she also discovers feelings she hasn’t noticed before triggered by a person she hasn’t expected.

Her life always resembled a ride on a rollercoaster.

But now, it’s a whole damn circus parade.

Characters: Gavin Reed, YN (FEMALE!Reader), Hank Anderson, Connor

Words: 2.472

Warnings: signs of PTSD (flashbacks in italics), cursing (a lot), mention of blood

"He's totally crazy. He shoots at everything that moves. It's impossible to get close to him.", yn stated. "But we have to stop him somehow."

"Stay here. I have an idea. Over there, the left spot is free. He will barely notice me.", Gavin said and pointed in the direction.

"Gavin, no!", Yn cursed as he slipped through her grip, "Gavin!", she tried again to call him back but her partner was already too far away, "Fuck!"

Gavin ran to the left side like mentioned. Yn stayed behind the hide and watched the scene concerned. She was trying to cover Gavin whenever needed. What Gavin couldn't notice was that the crazy guy had seen him.

Even if she tried everything to get the guy's attention, Yn watched in horror how the suspect aimed at Gavin who sneaked through the room completely unaware that he was the target in the line of fire.

The suspect aimed his gun into Gavin's direction and waited til he would appear on the other side of the pillar where Gavin tried to hide.

There was no way that yn would be able to stop the guy. He was too far away and behind a half broken wall. But she was convinced that she could help Gavin. That was what she did without thinking twice: she ran towards Gavin. As she reached him to push him out of the way, the suspect fired his gun two times.

Of course Gavin was cursing as he hit the ground unexpectedly, not knowing what had pushed him. He hurried to get back on his feet and as he saw that the suspect's gun had been running out of bullets, Gavin shot to stop him.

Gavin made sure that the suspect was no threat anymore. Officers were running into the room to arrest the shooter. And only then, Gavin noticed yn lying on the ground and all the blood pouring from her body...

Gasping for air, Gavin started up from his sleep and sat straight in his bed, "Fuck...", he cursed breathlessly. He was dripping with sweat, his hair clutching to his face. Three o'clock in the morning. Just two hours of sleep but still more than the night before...or all the other nights during the past weeks.

Gavin pushed his blanket away, sat on the edge of his bed and rested his face in his hands to calm down himself. His fingers were digging into his hair violently as he desperately tried to get the memories out of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut until stars were dancing in front of his inner eyes.

A shudder was shaking him. Goosebumps were spreading over his naked chest. To sit around like this, covered in sweat, wouldn't do anything good. And because he was already awake, Gavin stood up, took his boxing gloves and started to train until the pictures in his head would disappear.

He knew this would never happen.

He should have been better.

He had failed yn.

To stay in front of this certain building after all these long weeks felt like coming home. At least, for yn. She was nervous but in a good way that shot adrenaline through her body. It was like the first day at school after the summer break. She didn't have to fear anything. Everyone would be happy to see her again. And yet, she extended the moment to go in. It was not an official visit. She just wanted to come back because...she feared to miss too many things.

Yn had heard the rumors of Hank's new partner. An android. Then, there were the happenings that got called 'War of Detroit', the successful android revolution. So many things had changed and yet, yn knew that there was still this one, certain absolute term. Her own rock in this ocean of craziness she could always depend on: Gavin Reed, her partner.

Yn was looking forward to seeing all the familiar faces again and without waiting any longer, she entered the DPD finally.

Gavin stood in the kitchen of the DPD at one of the tables, his back facing the office so he hadn't to see anyone. The last thing he wanted was to talk with someone. A cup of coffee stood in front of him. He watched the foam floating around on the dark liquid. It was his third cup. And it wouldn't be the last.

"Good morning, Detective Reed."

Gavin nodded without looking up. Even if Gavin had made his peace with Connor, the nice android from the neighborhood, he was still getting on his nerves from time to time. This morning was such a 'time'. His thoughts always drifted back to his recurring dreams of yn…

"Reed.", Hank greeted Gavin, who nodded quickly. Without asking, Hank and Connor joined Gavin at the table. An own cup of coffee in front of Hank. He sugared it and stirred the liquid that would start his day.

Connor was about to say something, maybe to light up the mood of these two grumpy guys, but Hank stopped him, "Shit! Look who's there.", he said and looked at someone behind Gavin's back.

Gavin looked up and saw Hank and Connor staring at the same spot so, he turned around, "No fucking way!", Gavin called out surprised and approached yn quickly who stood in the passage of the kitchen. A smirk was spreading on his lips as he saw her in the familiar environment.

Yn smiled and waved but as she saw Gavin's predatory glance and the smirk, she stepped back and raised her hands to stop him, "Gavin, no. Stop! Gavin!" The impact of her partner knocked all the air out of her lungs.

He snaked his arms around her waist and scooped her up, "I have missed you, shorty!", he cheered.

Yn chuckled until she got put back down on her feet a moment later, "I have missed you, too, idiot!", she said. Together, Gavin and yn went back to the table to Hank and Connor, "I'm- what? Away for six weeks and everything went south? Detroit fights a civil war against androids who started a revolution? Everything's a warzone, suddenly and I'm not a part of that? Boys, I thought you could handle it better without me.", she said smirking and crossed her arms.

"We did what we could but there were just too many of these things.", Gavin said serious.

As yn looked at Gavin with an amused expression, her eyes fell on the fourth person at the table, "Oh, and who are you?"

"My name is Connor.", the android answered.

"My new partner.", Hank added.

"Your new- bloody hell! I already heard the rumors but- Nice to meet you. I'm yn. Whenever you need help with the old man, come to me.", yn said with a wink.

"Very funny!" Hank grunted but yn saw the grin on his face.

As Gavin saw the glances between Connor and yn, he stepped between them. Gavin wasn't fond of the way the android looked at her.

"So, you're 'back' back?", Gavin asked hopefully.

"I'm still not fully recovered. I have to attend a few dates with the psycho-doc AND I have to pass the shooting test. Then I will be back. I guess one more week. I just have missed all this so much, I had to come over.", yn said grinning.

"I guess, there will be no problem for you to pass everything, kiddo.", Hank said encouragingly.

"Thanks Hank-"

"Of course, she will pass all this bullshit! And then, she will be back. The precinct was way too boring without you!", Gavin said excitedly.

Yn saw his eyes sparkling and the familiar grin. She considered saying something nice but she always loved to tease this douchebag. It was their thing, "No new recruits to torture, huh?"

Gavin's smile faltered and he squinted his eyes as he saw her smirking, "I never-"

Yn nodded understandingly, "Ohh...I see... No women to hunt either? You poor thing!", she patted his cheek to act playfully caring.

Gavin couldn't do anything else than just to laugh before he brought her into a bear hug, completely enveloping her, "Oh, how much I have missed you!", Gavin stepped back, ruffled her hair, and laid his arm around her shoulders before they walked to his desk.

Connor watched after them. Overwhelmed by her entrance, the way she was handling Gavin and how different the Detective was around her, "Where was she?", he asked Hank finally.

Confused, Hank looked at his partner, "What?"

"Where was yn? She said she was gone for several weeks. Where had she been? Vacation?"

"Oh .. uhmm, no. She... During their last case, she got injured. She had to recover. It's good that she will be back soon, tho.", Hank explained, smiling about the fact yn was coming home.

"Detective Reed seems different around her.", Connor stated, still confused about all the smiles and laughter coming from Reed.

"I guess it's her magical power. She's able to handle him where anyone else failed a long time ago."

Connor looked at her once again. Yn stood with Gavin, Chris and some other cops at the desk, talking and laughing. She was truly magical. Nice, funny, cheeky, beautiful. He was looking forward to working with her. Then, she came back to them.

"Hey, I got appetite for the best burger in town. Wanna join?", she called over to Hank who nodded with a grin. Gavin rolled his eyes but she just nudged him in his side. Connor got dragged out of his thoughts and followed his three colleagues. Yn already waited for him to join. Much to Gavin's dismay she linked her arm with the android's one but he swallowed down his annoyance for the greater good.

They drove to the Chicken Feed truck. The best burger in town, how Hank had titled them. While the three made their orders, Connor organized a table. All three went to the table with burgers and drinks. Simultaneously, they bit into their burgers.

"You know, this meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories. You shouldn't eat-"

"Shut up!", Gavin and Hank yelled at the same time. Connor silenced instantly.

Yn looked alternating at Hank and Gavin before she stopped at Connor, "Connor, honey, very important rule: don't fuck the boys up when it comes to their food. It's not a good idea."

"But it's unhealthy.", Connor argued innocently.

Yn nodded slowly, knowing what he meant before she looked at her burger closely, "Well, I’m spotting salad, tomato and even pickles on our burgers. These are three different types of vegetables. It's more healthier than everything else we're used to consuming. Don't forget that we usually got fueled by coffee and donuts. Only."

Connor nodded and let them eat. He had learnt that humans knew how to live the best way but some of them didn't just want to do it right. Maybe it wasn’t for him to change their behaviour.

"Hey, sweety. Want some bread?”, Yn asked and threw a small piece of bread on the ground.

Hank followed the way of her attention and rolled annoyed with his eyes, "Oh, these disgusting creatures!", Hank muttered. Yn looked questioningly up to Connor.

"Lieutenant Anderson doesn't like pigeons.", Connor explained.

"That sounds like a story. I wanna know it!", yn said amused with a big grin, waiting for Hank to speak up.

Hank grinned but shook his head, "Someday, I will tell you what I had to endure with this guy but not now.", Hank said and he and Connor said goodbye. Hank hugged yn before they left her and Gavin alone.

Gavin and yn started to walk around a bit, enjoying the sunny winter day, "You look tired. Have you been very busy the last few weeks?", yn asked.

"No, it was okay. Nothing much. The typical stuff, you know.", Gavin said, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, playing with some coins.

"Oh, yeah... So, you just didn't want to see me then?", she asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes, watching his reaction.

Gavin avoided her eyes, looking at the ground, "Yn…", he sighed, "I…", but he stopped. Unsure what he should say.

Yn nudged him with her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips as she saw his pained expression, "It's okay. I'm not mad. I was just… it was boring, you know. If you would have visited more often, maybe it would have been more fun to recover.", she said jokingly but it wasn't working, the painful expression stayed in his face.

"I really doubt that.", Gavin said low, still not able to look at her.

"What?", Yn asked surprised and stopped.

Gavin stopped as well, facing her with his back, "I- I… forget it.", Gavin said and was about to go but yn stopped him with her hand holding his arm and turning him around.

"Gavin, what is it?"

Gavin needed a moment before he looked at yn, as he did, it was with a serious expression, "It's my fault that you got injured in the first place."

Slightly taken aback that it was this topic that still bothered him, yn frowned and looked at him with big eyes and shaking her head, "No. It was the fault of this fucker-"

"No! You wouldn't have been shot if I hadn't been so stupid! I have failed you as a partner and as a friend!", Gavin called out angrily, torturing himself.

Yn intervened right away, "Stop that, Gavin! It's not your fault, okay? Your idea was good. This guy was simply just too crazy."

Gavin dropped his gaze, not able to look into her eyes any longer. For him it didn’t feel right to get forgiveness from her, "I should have been in your place instead. Two more scars on my body wouldn't make any difference to all the others I already have."

Yn stepped forward to search his glance, "You feel guilty, I get that. But ... you don't have to, okay? And beside, I know you and your luck. You would have been killed instead of just being injured.", a smirk playing on her lips.

Finally, Gavin looked at her again. He chuckled low by the face she made: a too overexcited grin to cheer him up. No matter how down he felt, yn was able to let him feel better. Always. Even just for a moment. He stepped forward and brought her into a bone crushing embrace, "It's so good to have you back.", he said softly into her hair.

Yn was surprised about the sudden outburst of emotions but she hugged him back, enjoying this moment to the fullest, "Yeah. And you know what? I can't wait to kick some asses with you again."

#gavin reed x reader #gavin x reader #gavin reed #dbh #dbh gavin #detroit become human #dbh connor #hank anderson #reader #fanfiction #detroit become human connor

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frostfireft · 3 years

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Can we have more Bickslow headcannons? And maybe Evergreen, Freed, and Lexus too?

Fuck yeah you can! I’m gonna start with a lot of angst and then move into their dynamics as a team. (this got REALLY long but I’m not sorry)

-I gave you all my HC for Freed’s backstory in my last post and mentioned that Freed is the reason that Bickslow and Evergreen joined the guild, so have both their backstories too!

-Bickslow grew up in a travelling circus with several other child performers. It wasn’t exactly a nice environment. There were lots of issues and safety hazards and abuse going on behind the scenes, but they were forced to keep smiling and performing through it all.

-Bickslow was especially targeted by the ringmaster because of his magic allowing him to look into people’s souls. The ringmaster is the one who forced him to wear a helmet when he wasn’t using his ability on the crowd for money.

-Because of that, he only had five friends back then, all children younger than he was, who looked up to him both for his tricks and the fact that no matter how upset he was, he had a smile for them.

-one day the tent caught fire during a practice. Bickslow was the only one to make it out alive.

-but considering all the traumatic events they went through, most of the children kept there weren’t able to move on, and their spirits lingered in the area... Except for the five kids who were most fond of Bickslow. They stayed near him and talked to him all the time, especially once they realized he could see them. You still have a soul as a spirit after all.

-the town he was in began to think he was crazy because he was “talking to the air” all the time, and they would continuously call child services to try and take him to an orphanage. The five spirits however, would warn him before they could, and Bickslow used his years of acrobatics skills to stay away from anyone who tried to move him away from where the circus burned down. It may have been a place of trauma, but there were good memories too, and it’s all he had.

-So the town tried one last gamble. Who better to adopt a child with mysterious magic that Fairy Tail?

-And Makarov, in an attempt to get Laxus to be more social, decided to send him and Freed.

-It went about as well as you’d expect. Laxus tried to fight him while Freed did research on the area and what happened to him.

-Laxus didn’t have as much control over his magic as he thought he did at that age, and Bickslow was kicking his ass before Freed showed up and trapped him so they could talk.

-Freed shared his story with him and offered the same thing Laxus once offered him: a home.

-Bickslow cracked soon after that, and told them everything after Freed started asking questions about the town thinking he’s crazy while they were on the train back to magnolia.

-While many members of Fairy Tail were unnerved by him, those around their age did their best to make him feel at home. Natsu listened to all his stories about the circus and about the five ghosts who followed him, and Bickslow listened to his stories about the dragons.

-Freed used this time to research Seith magic extensively, and he eventually came across the idea of putting the souls into objects. He and Bickslow worked for weeks to figure out how to do it, and the five spirits became his five main “dolls.”

-He of course, asked them if they were okay with being alongside him before putting them inside the tiki dolls, and if he cried when they said there was nowhere else they’d rather be? Well Freed and Laxus weren’t going to tell anyone about it.

-Evergreen was both harder and easier to get back to Fairy Tail.

-Like Freed, She was once a part of the noble class, but under a name she never wants to use again.

-When she gained her eye magic, she accidentally turned her mother to stone, and it was all downhill from there. Her father tried to keep her locked in a room, and it worked for a long time.

-Eventually though, she had decided she’d had enough, and snuck out and ran as far away as she could. She kept a ribbon tied around her eyes any time she had to go into town, and learned how to walk while completely blind. This did some damage to her eyesight after several years of doing it.

-it felt like it was too good to be true. She was free and she did odd little jobs in a town far from her original home to earn money for food. it was all she needed..... Until a child tore the ribbon from her face.

-the second she made eye contact, the little boy turned to stone. There was nothing she could do about it except cover her face up again and run.

-her father, however, had notified several guilds about her disappearance and claimed she was dangerous if left alone, so when stories spread about a homeless child turning a boy to stone, it became their first lead in months.

-there was a lull in fighting missions at the time, and something about her magic intrigued Freed. It was an eye magic like his and Bickslow’s first magics, and they aren’t exactly common. Freed, Laxus, and Bickslow took it upon themselves to take the mission to bring her home.

-She very quickly figured out how to hide herself in the woods and away from people. Freed had to trap the entire area and make it so that eye magics don’t work within his barriers before they could even get close to her. It took almost a month.

-And much to their surprise, she was nothing like what they were expecting. After all, they were supposed to be hunting down a nobleman’s son, not a daughter.

-Bickslow almost immediately asks her about why she ran away, and Ever looks up at him- then panics as she slams her eyes shut- but he doesn’t turn to stone because of Freed’s runes, and he explains as such.

-They have a long conversation about why she ran away, and she tells them everything her father did to her, from being locked in her room to being terrified to tell him she’s his daughter and not his son because of his anger issues.

-They realize then and there they can’t give her back to him, and Freed comes up with the plan to tell him that they didn’t find his son, but rather a random girl with a similar magic, and she can join Fairy Tail instead of staying on the run.

-The only reason she doesn’t agree immediatly is because of her eye magic. She couldn’t control it, and the idea of turning someone to stone again scared her.

-Freed sent Laxus to buy a pair of glasses without a prescription and a nice dress for her to wear, and he etches runes into the glasses to block her eye magic when they’re on.

-She’s sold from that moment on, and the raijinshuu’s friendship is sealed with that secret.

-Laxus helps her chose her name before they get onto the train, and they solidify the story before then too

-Makarov Accepts the story without question, even though they have a sneaking suspicion he knows.

-They become a tight knit group in no time.

-Then they learn about Ivan and all he did to Laxus, and they start to jokingly refer to themselves as the Laxus protection squad. It’s a lot less of a joke when Ivan’s actually around though, and the guild definitely notices. Makarov even starts to officially call them that in some reports.

-No one remembers who suggested the name “raijinshuu,” but they all privately agree it’s dumb. Especially since it insinuates that Laxus is the team leader. Freed’s the captain of their team for a reason.

-Dispite the fact that Bickslow is the tallest of them, both Laxus and Freed are both physically stronger than him. That’s not to say he isn’t strong, but Laxus can carry freakish amounts of weight due to his slayer biology, and Freed does the same due to his demon biology.

-Freed can carry all of them at once. No one knows how.

-Freed puts new runes on Ever’s glasses every time she gets new frames or a new prescription. He knows she doesn’t need it anymore, but she’s always grateful for the option.

-if they share a bed, Freed and Ever cannot sleep next to each other. Their hair tangles together and they’ve only had to make that mistake once.

-Ever and Bickslow are not under any circumstances allowed to cook, Freed can make fancy meals, and Laxus makes homemade stuff that would make your mouth water. He also stress bakes in secret at four am.

-That’s how they always know he’s stressed when he doesn’t tell them. It’s kind of hard to miss 6 batches of cookies that spontaneously appeared overnight

-Freed has an unsharpened rapier that feels like getting hit with a slap bracelet at full speed. Naturally, this is the sword he chases Bickslow with when he pisses him off.

-Laxus likes to pretend he’s one of the smartest members of the guild, but the raijinshuu knows he’s actually kind of a himbo.

-Bickslow is really close friends with Loke, and when he noticed the man was dying slowly, the others comforted him despite not knowing what was going on.

-Bickslow often helps ghosts pass on from the mortal plane.

-Evergreen keeps up with all the latest fashion, but she still considers Freed to be more fashionable. Because of this she always double checks her outfits with him.

-Evergreen’s always the first to sass someone when they’re being rude to her team. It’s earned her her reputation as a “bitch” but she’s far too proud of it to be offended.

-One Laxus was open about his dragon slayer magic, they pushed him to talk to the other slayers to learn about himself and his magic. Freed and Bickslow pushed the hardest though, since they’re friends with Natsu and knew that he would be all too willing to drag Laxus into his little family of dragon slayers.

-Laxus was much happier oncce he accepted that he was more dragon that human anyways, and the more he learned, the happier he was.

-In case it wasn’t clear: mtf Trans!Ever (she/her exclusively), he/they Freed, and wtf is gender, is it a food?” Laxus and Bickslow (any pronouns).

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #bickslow #evergreen fairy tail #Laxus Dreyar #freed justine #the raijinshuu #trans evergreen #enby Freed #Gender ? Laxus #Gender ? Bickslow #it's kinda angsty #but there's som esoft headcanons at the bottom!#I'll do more soft headcanons if anyone wants them #<3 #frost speaks

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

without further ado

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world.

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League.

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause.

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported.

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year.

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn.

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect.

Some one asked for a taglist. Ask and ye shall receive

@deathwishy @neakco @ virtualreading @f-rget-lt @your-resident-chicken-nugget

#maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #i was bored and left unattended #no salt in case you were wondering #yes i am looking at you antis who feel like stalking this tag #im not tagging characters cuz reasons #badass!marinette dupain cheng #idk what plot this is going to have or how heavy the romance is but this just exists so #i wrote this at 1 am #hdath #thats the fic tag im gonna use if i post more

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anigerrrr · 3 years

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Girl’s Talk

Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Kamala is introduced to Yelena, and she’s also the biggest fan of her sister’s ship- CarolNat.

Warning: Fluff, Protective Yelena, Kamala ships CarolNat, Slight Thor/Loki(mentioned)

a/n: Just random pieces written after having my covid vaccine yesterday lol I’m not sure how will Marvel deal with Kamala’s superpower in the upcoming series so I only mention a bit of it. Enjoy!

“Ok, can anyone tell me why we always have a new kid in the compound?”

Yelena puffed as she entered the compound a bit later than usual, and she saw her sister, Carol and an unfamiliar teenager already standing there.

She came over to join them, gazing at the new girl with distrust.

“Yelena, did you just call yourself in the third person?” Carol teased, and she shrugged suggestively to the redhead who actually couldn’t hold her laugh back for this moment.

“Ha, is it some kind of 90’s joke?” Yelena retaliated. Apparently the younger blonde didn’t get enough sleep hours last night, it always resulted in her grumpy reactions to anybody. “If so, Captain, you really need to update your comedy list on Netflix.”

“Hey,” Natasha chuckled amusedly between the two blonde women as Carol protested, “just because I aged slowly, it didn’t mean I’m out of date.”

“In case you wanna know,” Natasha raised one brow and showed her support to the blonde Captain- “She actually likes to watch The Tonight Show during our dinner time.”

-by telling their sort-of secret aloud. It’s not gonna harm the redhead spy herself, though.

“What?” Kamala finally had a chance to let out her voice, “you can’t tell me the mighty Captain Marvel, my idol, watches late-night talk shows when having some spaghetti. It’s simply out of character.”

Carol frowned, “excuse me?”

“Ugh, ok.” Yelena opened her mouth with hesitation. “No, not ok, I don’t get it. Did you just call her- ” her head was pointing to the other blonde woman, “- your idol ?”

“Am I supposed to feel offended?” Carol mumbled nearby Natasha’s ear, lowering her voice to avoid any foreseeable conflict for now.

“Um, yeah.” Kamala rolled her eyes to the much taller woman standing right in front of her, and her voice sounded genuinely fearless. “Can’t you see that? She’s Carol Danvers!”

Natasha grinned back at the blonde woman, and only teased quietly, “see, someone really has a crush on you.”

Carol blushed in the tiniest way, opening her mouth slightly but had no idea what to argue. Our Captain couldn’t even tell if the redhead was seriously jealous. Fantastic.

“So you like the name or the glowing part?” Yelena hummed, and tried to hide the little noises from her stomach out of hunger.

“All of them, I guess?”

“Oh, I got it now.” The younger widow turned to her sister, and was not surprised that Natasha had been checking on her already. “We’re having a superhero fan tour here.”

Yelena wanted to get her breakfast as soon as possible, so she tried to be nice and not to get involved in this duty. “Enjoy your day then, just don’t touch any fluffy things around here. The cat can literally swallow people, and the raccoon will shoot you in the head.”

“What? No!” The brown haired girl shouted, “I’m not here for a tour.”

“Yelena, she’s a new member in the team- ” Agent Romanoff finally introduced, and took a quick glance at Carol with a playful smile. “- another one with super power, yes.”

“…wait, what?”

“Not that kind of power to control thunder like Thor or to trick like Loki- by the way, aren’t they a lovely couple?” Kamala explained a little bit, and suddenly changed the subject triggered by her interest.

“Ugh, it’s not officially announced.” Natasha was surprised to hear the little girl’s words, a status that not many people had learned about- even in the avengers’ team.

Impressed. Yelena stared at the kid and thought, still needed her breakfast, though.

“New kids.” Carol shrugged, “we’re actually talking about tomorrow’s mission.”

The redhead immediately started glaring at the blonde Captain.

“You’re leaving for days? Tomorrow?” And Yelena tiled her head to her older sister. She’d better not be the last person to know this.

Clearly someone had forgotten their domestic plan for tomorrow.

“Well, not ‘for days’, I’ll be back before you know it. At least that was the plan.” Natasha looked a bit…nervous, but not speechless. By her side, the Captain who’s in charge of the mission seemed to be awkward for a minute, and they shared a look of silent communication.

“Yelena, you’re welcomed to- ”

“Uh- uh, no. I’m not interested in being the third wheel in your mission date. Besides, I’ve got my own thing to deal with as well. Just remember to pick me up at 8, and feed Fanny before you leave the house, it’s your turn.” Yelena shook her head quickly like nothing’s gonna convince her, and the other young superhero goggled upon hearing some keywords.

“Wait, you two are dating? ” Kamala asked in excitement, “oh my god, CarolNat is real.”

“Well, it’s- we’re…” the blonde Captain suddenly stuttered, “we’re close, yes. That’s true.”

Natasha rolled her eyes back to show her feedback towards Carol’s explanation, and refused to make any eye contact with her sister who just accidentally sold their privacy to the newest avenger.

“Oh, I thought that was your superpower.” Yelena shrugged to the two older women, kind of feeling sorry for the coming out declaration she made for them. “Like, telling the lovebirds in a group of people.”

Kamala gave her a ‘seriously?’ look, “nobody owns a superpower like that.”

“You never can tell.”

“Ok, things got a little tense here.” Carol tried to calm them both down before they made a wrong impression on each other. “It’s time for breakfast, how about I make you guys some really nice omelette?”

“Oh God.” Natasha sighed exaggeratedly, but she didn’t deny the purpose. When Carol turned, she just pushed her sister’s shoulder and forced the younger blonde to follow. “C’mon Yelena, you love eggs.”

“I never said that.”

“Wow, Captain Marvel is making me an omelette…am I dreaming?”

“Never had a nightmare before?”

“Yelena!”

“So…”

A half hour later, Yelena was staring at her plate and trying to figure out why it’s not like a normal ‘omelette’ she had seen on television. “In what universe an omelette looks like this?”

“Well, it’s not that bad.” Natasha took a bite of hers, perfectly ignoring the fact that it resembled more scrambled eggs rather than an omelette.

“Stop being rude- ”As they both saw Carol and Kamala on their way to the table, Natasha squeezed her sister’s hand and ordered softly, “and tomorrow I promise to buy you the expensive tweed coat you always stare at in the display window.”

“Huh, it’s exactly why I really can’t stand to undergo a mission with you two. Deal.” Yelena sounded mockingly but she didn’t mean to embarrass her anyway. “You turned weak, Natasha. You knew it, right?”

Natasha only hummed in russian as a response (something like ‘you’d know that when we spar’ ), and grinned when Carol sat next to her as usual. The blonde Captain was finally done with cooking everyone’s breakfast and Kamala had surprisingly finished hers, only sipping a glass of apple juice.

“So, how did you meet?” Said Kamala, aka the newest avenger with extraordinary attention to the secret pairs around the base, “how long have you been dating- I wanna know the whole story.”

“Here we go.” This was the best reaction for Yelena to ‘stop being rude’.

“Well, first of all, I won’t deny or admit any statement of it…” Natasha cleaned her throat and started, her sweet butter sandwich was left on the plate.

“We’re apparently colleagues.” Carol promptly interrupted with a shrug, which made the redhead widen her green eyes in disbelief.

“I met her after the snap, and during the five years, the feelings just kinda grew on us.” The blonde smiled gently as she took Natasha’s hand, “after the end of the war, we started hanging out once a month like normal people, later on it began to be once a week as my main works in space were separated to the new-trained protectors and the Guardians. That’s it.”

Kamala was literally speechless, looking like she just got the best Christmas gift for this year.

“If you kiss her like those cliched soap operas now, I’m gonna kill you both.” Yelena did like the eggs, but obviously she wouldn’t say it. Instead, she ate it up and mumbled her statement after hearing the shorter version of their romance.

“Yelena.” Natasha raised one of her brows, reminding her who’s in charge on this table. And their deals .

“Alright, just kidding.”

“Can I take a picture when you do that?” Kamala immediately stood up and asked Carol, it seemed no one actually cared about the debriefing of tomorrow’s mission anymore. “-when you kiss Black Widow.”

Her Captain was flushed, “w-what?”

To save her partner from the short circus situation, Natasha rolled her eyes and pulled Carol’s arm all in a sudden. All Kamala could do was open her mouth widely in amazement, and tried hard not to scream like a fan who was completely out of control.

Natasha left a rough kiss on the corner of Carol’s lips, her blood red lipstick stained slightly on it.

“Satisfied?” She said with an impeccable grin, leaving the flummoxed blonde behind her.

“This place is harmful for my heart.” - the newest superhero from Jersey City claimed.

“You’re gonna get used to it, kid.” - and the former widow from the red room finally agreed with her.

“I should have stopped leaking the key information.” - the blonde Captain knew it deeply that Natasha’s not gonna take it easy on her tonight.

#carol danvers x natasha romanoff #captain marvel #black widow #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #carolnat #kamala khan #yelena belova #brie larson

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heyitsani · 3 years

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A Dream Ripping at the Seams

@damianwayneweek fic Reverse Robins

Word Count: 5024

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Referenced past child abuse, canonical character death mentioned

Pairing: None

Summary: He had planned the whole thing out. The moment he had seen the notes in Richard’s file on the computer, he had known he needed to get him out of there and away from Batman as soon as possible. He refused to lose another brother.

Saving Richard because he failed to save Todd was his only priority.

Notes: Guess what! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! And it also happens to be Reverse Robins day for Damian Wayne week! So to celebrate, I wrote this fic to give to all of you lovely people. But especially those in the RR Discord who are always willing to encourage me to run with an idea that comes up last minute.

Also, this fic ends abruptly and that’s the point. I might continue it, I might not. But it’s supposed to feel sudden and full of questions.

To clear up confusion: Dick was 10 when adopted, Jason died when he was 15 and Dick 11, Dick is 12 (nearly 13) when the story starts, and 13 when it ends.

You can also read it on AO3 here

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Damian waited until he had the opportunity to get Richard away from the manor for the afternoon before he approached the subject with the boy. He hadn’t been certain he would need to, at first, but the longer Richard was in the house with his father the more he saw the signs he had seen with Jason. And that meant he needed to act.

So he had asked Richard if he wanted Damian to pick him up from school one Friday in February so they could go for ice cream before dinner. Richard had, unsurprisingly, agreed enthusiastically like Damian had known he would. With the kid’s sweet tooth, he never turned down things like ice cream. Especially since it wasn’t something the circus really got much of apparently. Traveling in trailers didn’t allow for too many luxuries like freezers.

“Richard,” Damian started once they were seated on a bench in a local park, not far from a playground that the child was eyeing. When the sapphire eyes turned on him, Damian took a deep breath and looked directly at him. “I know you have figured out what Father and the rest of us do in the night.” Richard nodded, smiling as he licked his cone. “Has Father approached you about training yet?”

The boy nodded again, and Damian pressed his lips together. Twelve years old. Twelve. None of them had been that young outside of himself, but his situation was different. Being born into the League of Assassins made for a different upbringing. “Is that bad?”

Shaking his head, Damian made sure his face was neutral before speaking again. “No, but I have concerns.” The boy blinked at him, but remained silent as though he was waiting for his brother to tell him what it was he was concerned about. “You do not know of my childhood, but it was far from…pleasant. I was raised in a place called Nanda Parbat that trains people to be the kind of people Batman fights against.”

“But you were a kid?” Richard sounded confused; ice cream forgotten as he tried to sort through what Damian was saying. And what he wasn’t saying. “Why would you train a kid like that?”

“Because that was the way things were done there.”

“Then they were done wrong.”

Damian let out a soft laugh, corner of his mouth raising just slightly at the thought of this twelve-year-old child telling him that he had been raised wrong. “Be that as it may, you are correct that I was a kid and that should not have been my childhood.”

Richard hummed and went back to his ice cream, looking out at a pair of dogs playing in the grass. Damian observed him as he watched the dogs, wondering what he was thinking. He wasn’t sure how to ask the boy to do what exactly he was thinking, but he just hoped Richard would go along with it. That he would agree to leave because this was not the life he should be living.

“Dami?” Richard looked back to him, and Damian raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want me to train with Batman.” Damian shook his head. “Ever?”

And wasn’t that the real question?

Damian wasn’t sure if he wanted Richard, the purest of them all, to be exposed to how ugly the world was the same way the rest of them had been. It would ruin him. It would steal the innocence that Damian found himself desperately wanting to protect. It would tear out everything good in him and leave him a shell.

“Never,” he admitted quietly. Richard dropped his gaze again and chewed on his lower lip. “I want you to understand why. My childhood aside, I do not want to see what happened to Todd happen to you. I do not want you to lose yourself the way I have seen Drake do. I do not want you to realize the ugly truths of the world long before your time the way Cain or Brown have. I want to protect you from all of that.”

With brows drawn down, Richard looked at him again. He was looking at Damian with that look, the one he had seen Cain look at him with too many times to count. The look that penetrated all the walls and shields he had put around his mind and heart.

“You want me to leave.”

“I want to take you away from here and hide us both until you are able to stand your own against Father on the subject,” he quickly corrected, not wanting Richard to think he wasn’t welcome in the Wayne family. “I want to protect you from a fate I wish we all could have been protected from.”

Richard took a lick of his ice cream and Damian waited, worried the boy would tell him no and then tell his father everything Damian had planned. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Richard nodded. “Okay.”

And Damian released his held breath, relief washing over him. He could save one of them, the best of them. He could do one right thing in his life, a life filled with so many wrong things.

“We leave in a week.” Richard’s eyes turned determined, and he gave a firm nod before looking over toward the playground again.

“Can I play after my ice cream is finished?” Damian laughed and nodded, too relieved to deny him anything.

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“Who is she?” Richard asked, tugging on the black chuba Damian had selected for himself the moment they had touched down in Tibet. The weather was fairly cool, and he hadn’t thought to purchase the proper wears before he had put his plan into motion. But thankfully he had anticipated needing to switch enough money into Yuan to get them by for the first couple of months. It had made purchasing weather friendly clothing for himself and Richard much easier.

Looking down at Richard, Damian frowned and followed his eyeline to the familiar statue that stood at the top of the mountain, guarding over Nanda Parbat. “She is Ruma Kushna,” he told Richard, who couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the beautiful stone statue. He couldn’t blame the kid, he had been fascinated with the goddess when he had been younger. She had been formidable and even his grandfather had spoken highly of the goddess. “She watches over all of those in Nanda Parbat.”

Richard frowned and looked away from the statue, blue eyes skittering over the various people wandering around the market they were making their way through in an attempt to find lodging. “She is not kind then,” the boy said, looking up at Damian with a fierce look.

“What makes you say that?”

Richard shrugged and looked away, curiosity stealing the boy’s attention once more. But Damian couldn’t forget that look for stubborn protectiveness that had covered Richard’s face in the moment. It had been breathtaking if he were honest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at him like that when they weren’t preparing to fight him for one reason or another.

Pausing at a stall with various spices that smelled familiar and distant at the same time, Damian gave the older woman a friendly smile. “Tashi delek,” he greeted her, giving a small bow of his head. “My son and I are looking for lodging, do you know of anyone with vacancies in their home that would spare space for us? We are willing to pay.”

The woman seemed to consider him closely, glancing from him to Richard and then back again. He knew his excuse of Richard being his son was flimsy when someone considered their age difference, but it was the story he needed to stick to for the time being. He couldn’t risk someone looking too deeply into their relation if they thought they were merely brothers. And Damian would be drawn and quartered before someone took Richard from him and returned him to Bruce.

“I have a spare sleeping quarter if you could spare your strength,” the woman finally replied, kindness heavy in her old eyes.

“Tuchi che!” Richard exclaimed, smiling brightly at the woman who almost looked surprised at his enthusiasm. Damian struggled to hold back a smile of his own as he gave the woman a firm nod, silently agreeing to her terms.

“I am Damian and this is Richard. We are grateful for your hospitality.” The woman chuckled and waved them off, telling them to scout the market for anything they might need since their packs were small and probably did not hold much out of the bare necessities. “What should we call you?”

The woman’s smile warmed, and she leaned back. “I am Amala,” she responded. “Now go find you both some clothing that is not of the city but of the mountain.”

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“You are al Ghul,” Amala stated as she handed over the cup of tea. Damian froze, eyes wide as he looked at the woman who still looked at him with that same kindness she had since that first meeting almost four months ago. But he couldn’t figure out how she could possibly look at him that way if she knew who his family was. “The League is well known in our village, as small as we may be. They look after their own on the mountain. But there were whispers of the Heir refusing to return and the Demon Head demanding justice.”

Looking down at his teacup, cradled in both hands to warm his palms from the cool night air coming in from under the door, he sighed before glancing back toward the corner where Richard was sleeping. Confirming Amala’s words would put them both in danger of being discovered. He had picked this village because it meant they were right under his grandfather and mother’s noses. They would never look for him here.

But if he lied, he risked having to run with Richard again. And the child was finally settling nicely in the village. He had made friends with some of the other children and he was catching up on his studies. The last thing Damian wanted to do was uproot him yet again. His life had been disrupted enough since the death of his parents.

“I am he,” Damian admitted, looking back to Amala. The woman smiled knowingly before pressing a finger to her lips in a ‘shhhh’ motion and Damian let out a sigh of relief. “How did you figure it out?”

The woman shrugged. “You have your mother’s eyes,” she said, as if that was enough to give it all away. “And your mother used to bring you down here as a babe, just learning to walk the mountain. I recognized you the moment you approached my stall at market.”

“Has anyone else?”

“Not that I have heard.”

But that didn’t mean they hadn’t. If someone told his mother or even one of the footmen, Damian would need to pick Richard up and run. He wouldn’t have a choice. He probably should do it now before anyone had the chance to come after them.

“Thank you, for trusting us then.”

Amala waved a hand. “I could see in your eyes that you were running from something. That you were protecting your son from something.” Damian held back the cringe at the word son, knowing she had to have figured out that Richard wasn’t his. “You are safe in my home. I will not bring harm upon you. No matter if it is from up the mountain or from far away.”

Damian swallowed, bowing his head against the onslaught of emotion that hit him from her words. “Thank you,” he whispered, unable to look at her just yet. “Protecting him is all I am after.” He looked over at Richard again and blinked away the tears. “It is my only goal.”

“And that is what makes you a good father,” she said softly, “blood or not.”

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“Baba!” Richard called out; voice distorted as it came into the house from outside where he had been helping plant some new seedlings. “Dami!” That made Damian pause. It had been a while since Richard had called him by his name, out of habit or fear Damian couldn’t be sure which. But it made a small sense of panic arise in his chest and had him dropping the piece he had been sketching and immediately run out the front door.

He froze when he saw a man kneeling in front of Richard, black cloak and hood pulled over his head, hiding his face from Damian but not from Richard. But when the man looked up, Damian felt his stomach drop.

“No,” he whispered, hurrying forward and pushing Richard behind him as he glared at Timothy Drake, his father’s second eldest but first adopted child. “You are not welcome here, Drake,” he said lowly, English rusty from lack of use since coming to Tibet.

Drake held up his hands and took a step back, but Damian held tighter onto Richard who tried to move out from behind his legs. “I am not here to cause trouble, Damian,” Drake offered. And Damian knew him well enough to know the man was being honest. But it didn’t mean he could let his guard down. “He doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t know I found you.”

“Trackers.”

“Rerouted.”

Taking a deep breath, Damian glanced around before giving Drake a nod and herding Richard into the house, knowing Drake would following them. “Richard, go work on your schooling.” Richard looked up at him, frowning at the order, before glancing over at Drake. “Now, Richard.” And though Damian knew the child didn’t want to, Richard walked away with a pout to the table where his schoolwork sat waiting. “How did you find us?”

“It wasn’t easy, you covered your tracks better than any of us expected,” Drake said, eyes watching Richard as he took his seat and began writing in the notebook. Damian could tell he was curious, but Damian needed answers before Drake got his own. “I looked at footage we had searched through a million times and got lucky.”

“And Father doesn’t know? I’m meant to believe you simply didn’t tell him? You?”

“He thinks I’m off world with the Titans.”

“That doesn’t answer why you didn’t tell him.”

Drake seemed to consider his answer for a moment before shrugging both his shoulders. “Dick didn’t seem to be in distress in the footage I found. He looked like he wanted to be with you.”

“I explained it to him before we left. He agreed to come with me on his own.”

“Why did you take him?”

A familiar anger built in his core and Damian had to push it down with a few deep breaths before he could answer Drake without yelling. “Because I would not let him sacrifice Richard the same way he sacrificed all of us. Because since losing Todd, he has lost sight of the true mission and we have become nothing but soldiers to him. I would die before I let that man turn Richard another glass case bearing a bloodied suit of armor,” he growled, fists clenched tightly.

Drake watched him with those eyes, the ones Damian had always hated because it always felt like he was a risk and Drake was calculating how dangerous he was in any given moment. As if Drake was just like his father, with a file of ways to put an end to Damian because part of him was too dangerous to be trusted.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Drake finally said, looking back to Richard with a nod. “I didn’t believe you could have taken him for anything other than his own good.” The cool blue eyes looked back to Damian and had lost some of the calculating look. “B won’t stop though, Damian. He’s desperate to find you both even though it’s been over six months. I don’t know how long until he realizes that you hid both of you in plain sight of the League. Does Ra’s or Talia know you’re here?”

“Not that they have revealed to me,” Damian admitted. “Our patron, she knows of my heritage and has sworn an oath of secrecy. But she is League loyal due to their protection.”

Damian watched Drake fully take in the appearance of the home they were in, the simple nature of it all and Damian couldn’t help but wonder what the man thought of him now. What did he think of the haughty Wayne heir who had loved to shove that fact in every ones faces, telling them that he was the heir to one of the richest men in the world. That he was heir to Batman, the Dark Knight. The Damian standing in front of Drake was far from that person as Damian could probably get.

“This has not only saved him,” Drake finally said, looking directly at Damian. There was no lie that Damian could see and though he wanted to deny what his brother said, his eyes glanced over to Richard and knew it was the truth. He was not who he had been before they had left Gotham. He had been losing himself in his own grief and it was only the deep seeded fear of losing yet another family member that forced him to pull out of it and take action.

But he couldn’t admit that to Drake, could he? “I wouldn’t lose him the way we lost Todd. I did what I had to do. He never would have listened.”

“No, he wouldn’t have.”

“And has anything changed?” Drake frowned; eyebrows furrowed. And that was enough of an answer for Damian. “He’s just become obsessed with finding us instead.”

Drake nodded. “It’s been bad enough that Superman watches Gotham from afar to keep B from doing something he might regret.” And Damian knew, yet again, that he had made the right choice in getting Richard away from that. “Can I give you a burner that only I know about?” Damian’s eyes snapped back to Drake, having drifted back to Richard yet again. “I want to be able to give you a heads up if he comes your way. It might not be much of one, but maybe enough for you to get a head start.”

It wasn’t a bad idea, having that option, but Damian also knew it might give his father access to the pair of them without Drake even knowing. But Drake did know technology more than anyone else in the family. Perhaps it was a risk he could take.

“All right,” Damian relented, giving a nod. Drake’s features looked relieved, to the point where Damian wondered if he had made the wrong decision. But he could work on the device later and see if it had been bugged or tampered with in any way.

Drake dug into his small pack and pulled out a small phone, probably a prototype that Wayne Tech had decided wasn’t worth the trouble. He quickly showed Damian how to turn it on and use the basic features before it was turned off yet again and Damian was tucking it into the pocket of his pants.

“I need to go, I can’t reroute much longer. But if you need anything, please call me. I have your back.” Damian gave a nod before watching Drake walk over to Richard and kneel down to talk quietly with the teen. He didn’t bother listening in, knowing Richard would tell him what was said later, but he did watch. He watched Richard listen and nod, responding with his own words before reaching out and hugging the man around the neck.

When Drake stood and turned to leave, Damian was fairly certain he saw a sheen of tears in his eyes.

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Damian knew something was different the instant he walked into the small house, even if he couldn’t immediately tell what. It caused him to stop short in the doorway, Richard smacking into him because he had been too absorbed in the book of mathematics one of the men of the village had shared with him.

“Baba, what…?” The child complained but Damian’s eyes focused on the figure in the corner of the room instead, not answering.

“Mother.”

The woman moved forward, like a serpent seeking prey, into the light with a smirk on her face. “Son,” she greeted, eyes looking over his ragged appearance from his day of labor with a hint of distain before stopping on Richard. “You really do have too much of your father in you.”

Rolling his eyes, Damian shuffled Richard into the house and nudged him toward their sleeping corner. And though he didn’t think his mother meant them harm, he still kept his body between the two of them and coiled his muscles to prepare for a fight.

“What are you doing here? How did you even know?”

“Oh please, Damian,” Talia sighed and came closer before lounging in one of the chairs near the fireplace. “Do you honestly think we weren’t aware the moment you landed in Tibet? That we weren’t tracking you from the very start? You have forgotten your roots.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Then why did you wait so long to approach me?”

“Because we did not need you.” That made Damian tense further. The League needing him would lead to nothing good, he knew that deep in his core. “I have something in Nanda Parbat that requires your attention before it can be dealt with. And no,” she held up a hand to stop his question, “it is not your father. But it does have a link to him.”

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Damian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t trust his own eyes in that moment. It wasn’t possible. Was it? No, he had seen the body. He had been there as the coffin had been lowered into the plot and covered with dirt. He had laid his hand on the tombstone and apologized for not being able to get to him in time.

But that was definitely Jason Todd in front of him.

“How is this possible?” Damian asked, glad he had put Richard in his old rooms while he handled this. Richard had known Todd for only a year before he had died. This was not something Damian wanted to expose the teen to before he knew what the point of all of this was.

“We are not certain. We can’t even say how long he has been like this. He has been dead for nearly 18 months and we have had him here for the past six.” Damian frowned, walking closer to Todd, trying to catch the teen’s eye. “He is alive and everything is in working order, but it is as though death stole his soul.”

“Of course it did! He died!” Damian snapped, looking back at his mother who stood a ways back watching but looked bored. “We buried him. We…” Breathing heavily through his nose, Damian looked back to Todd and shook his head. They had mourned him. And now he was there, living and breathing but lifeless. Everything that had made him Jason Todd seemed to have been stripped away. “What do you intend to do with him?”

His mother’s heels clicked on the marble floor as she moved closer and stopped once she reached the pair. He watched a slender hand reach out and pet the side of Jason’s face. Annoyed, Damian’s hand shot out and grabbed his mother’s wrist to stop the obscene gesture. “What do you intend to do with him,” he growled, gripping her wrist tightly and turning to fully face her. He narrowed his eyes and stared her down, not willing to let her brush him off. She had brought him here for a reason.

“We will put him in the Pit, of course,” she said, unaffected by the grip he had on her or the look on his face. “We just wanted to see if a familiar face might wake him up first.”

“Mother,” Damian gasped, releasing her and stepping back. “We do not put innocents in the Pit. It is not done.”

Talia raised a brow and Damian glowered. “There is no ‘we’, Damian. You made your choice.”

“You cannot do that to him. He had anger before his death. He was murdered brutally. These are all things the League has always avoided in resurrections.” Damian looked over at Jason’s empty eyes and frowned, shaking his head. “You cannot sentence him to that Madness. He is a child.”

“He is no more a child than any of you were. My Beloved has only had one true child in his home and you stole him away in fear of him turning your precious Richard into the same monster each of you fight off daily.” Talia tilted her head, considering him. “You most of all, my son.”

“You created the monster long before he got his hands on it.”

A slender shoulder rose and fell gracefully. “Perhaps, but you have Demon blood in your veins and you have always been destined for so much more than this charade of a life you have taken up.”

Damian clenched his jaw and looked away from his mother, unable to deny her words. He knew this farce he and Richard had been living would not sustain them forever, but he knew it was what the teen needed at the moment. If he returned Richard to Gotham, his father would rip the child away from him and Damian would lose him to the fight he desperately wanted to protect Richard from. The Bat would get into his head and Damian would lose.

No, returning to Gotham would never be an option until Richard was old enough to stand on his own.

“You could remain here. Take up your title again and we could train and teach the boy to be the very best.” Damian immediately shook his head. That wasn’t any better than the fate that awaited them in Gotham. “It is only a matter of time before he finds you. He will exhaust all resources and then call upon me. He will come to Nanda Parbat and hear the tinkling laughter that reminds him so much of the boy his own son had stolen away from him. He will follow the sound to a yard where a teen with black hair and sapphire eyes kneels in the dirt, pulling weeds from around the plants that have just begun to sprout.

“He will watch in wonder at the change a year, perhaps two years, has made in the boy. And then he will see the man who is responsible for the heartache and fear he experienced over that time, standing in the window watching the teen just as he had been. And he will take him back. He will threaten them both with everything in his itinerary until there is no choice but to return.”

“And then he will ruin him,” Damian whispered, closing his eyes because he knew his mother was right. It was the fear that kept him up each and every night. His father would never stop searching and he would eventually get desperate enough to turn to Ra’s for help. And he would come himself to plead his case because otherwise Ra’s would laugh in his face and behead whoever was foolish enough to come in his stead.

Opening his eyes, he stared into the familiar one watching him closely. “You win.”

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Damian hated that his mother insisted on Richard being in the room with them when Todd was placed in the Pit, but he wasn’t in any position to argue. He just hoped that nothing happened that would require him to use the sword strapped to his back in order to keep Richard safe. The last thing he wanted was for the teen to see that side of him, the side that would require him to take up arms against another of his brothers.

But Richard stood just behind him, stubborn look on his face as he watched Todd over near the Pit. The green glow of the waters within gave the room an ethrial look but made Jason look sickly. With that blank look on his face, Damian felt his heart ache for the boy he remembered. He had tried harder with Todd than he had with Drake, but it didn’t mean he was the best of brothers. He hoped the teen knew he had tried.

But emotions had never been his forte.

Thankfully, he was doing even better with Richard than he had with any of the others. The teen had taught him much more than he ever thought possibly while he had taught the boy what little he had to offer outside of self-defense. Which, he had taught him as well. Just not to the same effect that training to be a Cape would have done.

“Are you ready to witness true magic, Richard?” Damian frowned over at his mother when she entered the room and moved over to stand with the two of them. He looked back and down toward the teen, who he found watching his mother with narrowed, untrusting eyes. Good boy.

Damian had made sure that he always questioned his surroundings and stayed wary of those he didn’t know. Apparently, Talia al Ghul fell in that category.

The woman simply quirked an eyebrow at him before she walked over to where the footmen were getting ready to move Todd to the platform. Reaching out, Damian tugged Richard closer to him in hopes to shield him from the coming disaster. His mother might be certain this was a good idea, surely for her own gain, but he knew this was not something that should be done. But as good of a fighter Damian was, he could not take on the entire League. And he would need to do just that if he wanted to get Todd out of there before he was manipulated and twisted into a shadow of the teen he had been.

“Let us begin,” Ra’s said as he took his place on the opposite side of the Pit.

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GRIMOIRE: TALE OF TALES. DAY 13.

── summary. the circus is a mysterious place, don’t believe everything you see.

── roles. circus performers!ateez, circus performer!reader

── genres. circus, supernatural, established poly relationship

── word count. 4.3k

── warnings. cussing, slight harassment (nothing too serious, goes with the next warning), the word “freak” gets used, brief nudity (nonsexual), getting eaten alive, blood, some body gore at the very end

── main menu.

── message. the inspiration and dedication for this story goes to @seacottons so credit for some aspects of my story goes to them. their’s is way better than mine please go read it!

“now, i hoped you all enjoyed the show but unfortunately we have reached the end of the show,” the house lets out a chorus of disappointment making hongjoong laugh lightheartedly. “but do not be sad, for i have one last performance for you all,” he says, quickly getting the crowd to quiet down.

you stood off to the side near the entrance that all the performers had used to enter and exit, along with all the props that they had used. your sparkling blue one piece feeling scratchy on your skin and the fishnet tights are cutting into your thighs. no matter how many times you have performed, you still can’t help but feel nervous. thankfully, you feel a set of hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

“you look beautiful, my flower. blue is definitely your color,” san’s voice is deep sounding and his breath hits your ear as he speaks right into it.

“you say that about every single color i wear,” you reply back teasingly, you’re glad san decided to come talk to you because you are starting to feel a little less nervous.

“because it’s true,” he says back and presses a kiss to your cheek, “break a leg, y/n.”

“ladies and gentlemen! i present to you… wonderland’s flower!” hongjoong announces and you make your way over to where hongjoong was. you allowed a smile to grace your face as the house clapped for you. there were a few loud wolf whistles that sounded throughout the tent, but you ignored them as it was common by now to hear them.

hongjoong holds a white gloved hand out to you which you happily take and you watch his eyes flash an inhumanly blue before it fades and he hands you the microphone. he kisses your own gloved hand before letting it go and stepping away before making his exit from the ring.

the lights dimmed, letting a single light shine solely on you as the music began to play throughout the tent.

it was whirring away in the distance the faint light i'm thinking of moving there like there is not

as if asking who you are when it blinks i have my eyes closed pray to meet you

you watch as the crowd’s eyes all begin to change. their excited expressions now turning tired as you continue to sing.

there, along the bright light we now two you came to me on the shining day a long pain even with darkness we gon' light up towards farther shining places we gonna shine-er

getting closer one step at a time the closer you go we have confidence it's the original one

you felt your lips twitch into a faint smile as you watch small balls of light start to form from everyone in the crowd and leave their bodies.

my shine light true light came with destiny looking at each other in the night sky starlight the moment i looked at each other the dark nights are falling we shine in it

“ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, i hope you had a wonderful time here in the promised wonderland,” you began saying. your voice echoing into the heads of those watching you, “but i’m afraid this will be our last show. please make sure to gather all belongings and parents make sure you don’t lose your kids. because once you leave this tent, you will forget everything you saw.”

you began singing once again, skipping the verse that was supposed to come next due to you making your exit speech.

in this dream i met in a dream fantasy i do not want to stop this fantasy i dreamed i can not breathe here we let them in take a deep breath new dimensional trip

you sang the rest of the song without pausing and as soon as you stopped and the music faded, everyone got up at once and made their way out of the tent without a word. once the last person was out, the large curtains of the tent closed and that’s when you finally turned to exit the tent.

the workers were quick to start packing things onto the train and hongjoong’s booming voice only fueled them to go faster. props, animals, and equipment all loaded into their respective train cars. you rushed over to your own train car you shared with hongjoong and seonghwa, and was happy to see the eldest of the performers sitting at his small desk.

“seonghwa,” you earn his attention and he sends you a smile as you begin to take off your show outfit. “did i do a good job tonight?” you asked him, making him smile at you as he nods his head.

“of course you did. hongjoong is very proud of you, my flower. he’s very pleased with the souls you collected from tonight,” he tells you, his eyes following you intently as you move around the car in order to put on more comfortable clothing.

you take this opportunity to look at him to find that he was still in his show outfit except with his jacket hanging over his chair and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone.

“it’s not nice to stare, y/n,” he teases, making you flush a little as you look from him in order to button up your own shirt. well... it was actually yunho, but since his shirts are so silky and airy that you can’t help but to steal and wear them.

you let out a small laugh as you feel a wave of tiredness wash over your form. performing into front of big audiences like that always did tire you out quickly. a bad side effect that happens when you hypnotize humans. you walk over to seonghwa before straddling his lap and the two of you look at each other with matching love-filled eyes before you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder after kissing him.

“i forget that performing wears you out,” seonghwa says, although you felt it was more to himself than to you, so only let out a soft hm-mm in response. “go lay down on the bed, dear,” he says rubbing your back but you only whine.

“i want to rest here, in your lap and arms,” you say and seonghwa is quickly to allow you to do as you please before he continues going back to what he was doing before you entered. you close your eyes letting out a deep breath as you allow sleep to consume you.

hongjoong finally enters the car an hour later after making sure everything was loaded and everyone was where they were supposed to be. soon enough the train starts to move which causes him to move forward a little bit. he’s greeted by the sight of you sleeping soundly in seonghwa’s arms as he counts out the money they had earned for tonight’s show.

slipping his jacket off, hongjoong walks over and presses a kiss to the older man’s cheek before kissing the crown of your head.

“tonight was a great show, yeah?” seonghwa spoke after several minutes of them sitting in silence. hongjoong was unbuttoning his shirt which slowly revealed his lean chest that seonghwa couldn’t help but admire.

“it was,” hongjoong began, “the house was full of excitement which always makes for a good meal,” he adds and puts on a clean shirt and pants. he lays down on the bed, feeling tired from having to host the show and make everything went smoothly for everyone else.

hongjoong was about to drift off to sleep himself before the door to the car slid open so loudly and harshly that it scared hongjoong and made him sit up, but also startled you awake making you cling onto seonghwa for comfort.

“wooyoung, what the hell is wrong with you!” seonghwa furrows his eyebrows as he turns to the acrobatic who is rushing into the car over to him and you.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! me and the others are gonna play pirates and we need you,” wooyoung was pulling on your arm in an attempt to get you to agree and stand up quicker.

“no way! i don’t like playing pirates with you, you always play unfairly,” you say ripping your arm away from him. the blond pouts at you before letting out an annoyed sigh.

“you can be with yunho and yeosang for this game,” wooyoung says, trying to get you to agree to come with him. he can see how you think about it for a second before moving off of seonghwa’s lap to stand up. wooyoung beams at you before grabbing your hand and dragging you with him out of the car and into the next one.

“why didn’t he ask us to play?” hongjoong asks after realizing that the younger male didn’t bother asking or acknowledging the eldest two.

“because i hate that game and you’re too competitive,” seonghwa says as he turns back to writing.

hongjoong huffs a little bit before speaking, “am not.”

“are too.” hongjoong only rolled his eyes before laying back to finally get some sleep.

when the train arrived in the next town a week later, mingi was quick to drag you and yunho off the train and into town in order to explore. you were a little sad he didn’t give you a chance to give jongho a goodbye kiss, but you had promised to spend more time with him when you returned.

walking through the new town, you couldn’t help smile and laugh at how happy mingi seemed to be. he always enjoyed exploring the towns you all stopped at, it was a great way to learn more about the world you all forced to be a part of.

you were honestly glad mingi was always so excited to explore. finding his curiosity cute and the way his eyes sparkled when he learned something new always warmed your heart. you on the other hand weren’t really that interested in learning about the humans and their world. you were happy as long as you were with your lovers and not having to stay in one place for too long.

“should we get some cookies for the others?” mingi’s question snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to him with a nod. he smiles before quickly running to where the bakery was with you and yunho trailing behind him.

“what were you thinking about?” yunho’s voice is quiet as he leans closer to your ear as you both wait outside for mingi.

“how cute mingi is when we come to a new town,” you say and yunho laughs nodding agreement.

“i know. his face lights up and his smile is so big. it makes me want to protect him forever,” yunho says and you can’t help but agree with him as well.

the two of you watch as workers from the train start appearing around the streets in order to promote you all. you look to see the familiar large red and white tent peeking up over the tree line before turning back just as mingi exits the bakery, a bag of cookies in his hand.

“alright! let’s go back!” mingi cheers before the three of you go back to the train and the circus that was quickly being set up.

a few days later and it was time for another show. some people had showed up early in order to look around to see what else the circus had to offer and you and san walked around, arm in arm, to make sure everything was going well outside.

the two of you were about to go back to the others to prepare before you noticed a group of guys crowding around one of the workers.

“san…” you trail off tugging on his sleeve and pointing towards the worker. san glares before making his way over to see what was going on. you couldn’t help but follow after him, because the last thing you need was for him to cause unwanted trouble right before the show.

“what’s wrong with you freak?” one of the guys asked, pointing his index finger harshly into the worker’s shoulder. “does the freak not know how to talk?” he questions, making the other guys snicker.

“hey!” san calls out earning their attention, “can i help you guys with something?”

“huh? who are you, punk?”

“i’m one of the owners of this circus,” san said as he stopped walking and you stopped right behind him. you made eye contact with the worker and gestured for them to quickly leave which they did.

you were glad that you saw what was going on before it took a turn for the worst. most of the workers didn’t know how to speak any of the human languages, so if they spoke then it would come out as an incoherent mess to human ears which would have further provoked these guys. once the worker was out of sight, you turned back to san and the guys only to make eye contact with one of them. the guy smirked at you, looking at you up and down which prompted you to roll your eyes at him.

“...and i would appreciate it if you didn’t bother my workers. if you need help, go to the help desk at the entrance, not someone who is trying to do their job. and i would also like for your friends to stop gawking at my lady,” san’s jaw is clenched at the sight of having these guys stare at you.

“why can’t i look at her? she’s probably just another unwanted freak, so there’s nothing wrong with looking,” the what you assumed to be the leader of the group says with his friends nodding in agreement. “that’s all you circus people are good for anyway.”

“you watch your fucking mouth,” san says, getting ready to charge at the guy but you hold him back.

“san, they aren’t worth it. come on, we need to get ready,” you say, making san huff in anger as he pulls away from you and turns around, his hand coming out to guide you away from the unwanted and troublesome eyes. their laugh echoing through your skull the further you walk away.

“i’m gonna kill those fucking humans,” san says as he practically rips his shirt off as he tries to take it off. some of his buttons fly off and roll around on the floor. you frown as you watch one roll underneath the bed.

“san, it’s fine. don’t worry about them, after tonight we’ll never see them again and they even remember us,” you say sitting down on the bed, his outfit in your hands waiting to hand it off to him.

“you didn’t see how they were fucking you with their eyes. fucking humans, i hate them so damn much, it kills me. fuck!” he says, eyes burning red as he punches the wall next to him.

“san! calm down!” you hiss, standing up, you can’t see them but you’re sure your eyes are also glowing a golden color. that’s what happens when you let your emotions overwhelm you. san glares at you before letting out an annoyed sigh as turns away from you.

he takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side before undoing his pants and sliding them off, his underwear comes off soon after. you honestly never understood why he and wooyoung – you’re pretty sure yeosang does it too – preferred going commando, but you assumed it only felt comfortable or something. he turns around and neither of you say a word as you watch him slip into his outfit. his red, black, and silver leotard fitting him perfectly and he moves to put his shoes on and before he could leave, you quickly reach out and stop him. he looks at you as you push him down onto the bed before hovering over him.

“don’t leave me upset,” you say looking at him, he watches as your eyes become rimmed in the golden color. his hand comes to card through your hair before he gently brings you down for your lips to meet his.

the two of you end up kissing until yunho comes in and startles the both of you with his loud voice. “come on san, go finish getting ready with wooyoung,” he says as you move to sit up so san can go get his makeup and hair done.

once san is gone, you notice yunho is halfway dressed. him not needing anything over the top as his ‘magic’ does all the extravagant work for him. he comes to sit down next to you and you immediately let your head rest on his shoulder.

“one of the workers told me and the others about those humans that were bothering them and how you and san handled the situation.”

“you mean the situation that almost caused san to rip them apart? then yeah sure, it was handled,” you say sarcastically making the male chuckle a little bit.

“i’ll make sure to keep an eye out,” he says before standing up and turns to look at you. his eyes immediately squint as he takes in what you’re wearing. “is that my shirt?” he asks and you look at him in surprise.

you shake your head, “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say looking away from him, making him only laugh again.

“if you say so my flower,” he says, leaning down to kiss you before turning and leaving. you bid each other bye before he closes the door leaving you alone in the train car.

you find yourself thinking for a few moments before you stand up and make your way out of the train car and over to the worker than was in charge of the music that would play during your performance. the worker immediately turned to you, sensing your form approaching them as they bowed slightly in greeting.

“play number five today,” you told them and they nodded making the quick adjustments that were needed in order for the right track to play. you thank them and they bow slightly once more before you turn to leave in order to get ready.

you once more hear the echoing of laughter as you walk towards your train car knowing that it would be the last time they laughed.

“you’re... you’re performing that song tonight?” yeosang’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you turn to look at him. he was already changed out of his outfit, having been one of the first ones to perform tonight, but his hair was still pulled back in a small ponytail that it is usually in whenever he performs. he likes his hair long, but the hassle of seeing while performing is the only downside he often says. “did those humans really piss you off that much? or is it because they made san upset?”

“i think you already know,” you answer, making him grin as he lets out a small hum.

“now, i hoped you all enjoyed the show but unfortunately we have reached the end of the show,” the familiar words ring throughout the tent and the usual response from the house is heard. “but do not be sad, for i have one last performance for you all,” he says, and the house immediately goes quiet as he speaks.

yeosang bids you good luck before quickly disappearing and you turn to see your dancers all lined up and statue-like. if you didn’t know what they were, you would have thought they were statues. they wore all black in contrast to your silver one, and black silk cloths covered their eyes… well to be honest they don’t have eyes so the cloth is a way to not expose the whole circus to the humans.

“ladies and gentlemen! i present to you… wonderland’s flower!” the crowd cheers as you take graceful steps into the ring in order to meet hongjoong. he looked at you the most beautiful thing to come from existence as he took in your appearance. the familiar and spine chilling blue rimming in his eyes and his smile grew as he saw yours sparkle with gold.

hongjoong kisses your hand like he always does before turning to make his exit, the dancers passing him as the come to stand behind you.

the lights dim down greatly before they slowly change into a deep artificial blue color that drowns you and the ring in the color. your eyes scan the crowd before landing on the men from earlier who are undoubtedly looking at you like a piece of meat. you hear ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as the music starts.

as the intro begins you remain in place, the dancers effortlessly dancing to music like it's the only thing they know how to do. the crowd watches in awe at how they move before they snap their attention to one, once you begin to sing.

way that i move got the whole world watchin’ i’m in a mood and i don’t wanna hide it blue chills and white shivers i’m ice cold, baby on an ocean of glitter

you always did think the lyrics had an odd tone to it considering the only time you really only used this song.

it rains out of control these chains don’t have a hold on me don’t say, i’m a sinner i’m ice cold, baby on an ocean of glitter

you watch as the audience begins to lose the light to their eyes as they continue to watch and listen to you. your voice echoing and throbbing and crashing around in their heads, your eyes slowly turning gold as they stand out from the blue light. the only people in the audience that aren’t affected are the four men who slowly begin to notice the change in atmosphere in the house.

they watch in shock at how balls of light leave all the audience members and disappear to a place they can’t see from their seats.

feelin’ the danger in every motion don’t be a stranger to your emotion truth hurts but lies wither i’m ice cold, baby on an ocean of glitter

“ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, i hope you had a wonderful time here in the promised wonderland,” you began saying. your voice echoing into the heads of those watching you. the four men beginning to slowly grow fearful of what was happening around them, “but i’m afraid this will be our last show. please make sure to gather all belongings and parents make sure you don’t lose your kids. because once you leave this tent, you will forget everything you saw. expect... you four,” you point to them and you watch their eyes go wide at how you pointed to them.

you near the end of the song and suddenly like always, the audience all get up silently and leave in a quiet fashion. the curtain closes behind the last of the audience and the four males can only watch in horror as they try their best to stand up and run away but it was useless.

“you four… better run for your life.”

you step onto the train car that you share with hongjoong and seonghwa a happy smile on your face as you walk over to your eldest lover and drape your arms over his shoulders from behind. seonghwa notices from the small desk mirror the blood on your face as you lick your lips, eyes full on gold making him smirk at your reflection.

“did you have fun?” he asks although he is sure he knows the answer. you nod as you straighten up and walk over to change your clothes. “it’s been a while since i heard that song,” he says as he hums the familiar tune while bobbing his head from side to side. you laugh at him finding this little action cute. “i forget how scary you can get whenever someone upsets one of us.”

“of course, no one upsets my loves and gets away with it,” you tease with a smile. you smile absentmindedly as you sit on the bed thinking of the four males that had upset san earlier today.

“it had been a while since the dancers ate, no?” seonghwa asks and you nod your head thinking of the eyeless statue humanoids that usually remain in one of the last few cars on the train.

“they’ll eat good tonight,” you said as you twirled a piece of your hair just as hongjoong entered the car. he greeted seonghwa with a brief kiss before he began to change his clothes. you, however, were too lost in thought about what was going on in the last train car that you couldn’t help the sick looking smile and laugh that escaped past your lips.

“no! no! please no, god!” one of the males screamed as he watched as the eyeless creatures ripped apart his friends with their inhumanely sharpe teeth and equally as dangerous claws. one of the creatures snapped their head in his direction at the sounds of his cries. they stood up and made their way over to him in slow steps that made the guy coward in fear as he tried to scoot away from the monster that was nearing him. the creature let out a hissful-screech before lunging at the guy and ripping into his throat.

you continued to laugh and smile hysterically at the thought of the humans being ripped apart. the laughter no longer echoing in your mind, but instead screams and begs for mercy.

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