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bunniesanddeer · 2 months

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Hi! I hope you’re having a wonderful day or night.

I saw your asks are open and I had an idea. What if it’s a protective Alastor x Reader who is the daughter of a protective Lucifer? Maybe she kept in contact with her dad so they are closer and she is older than Charlie. When Lucifer comes to visit the hotel him and Alastor cause some drama

Thanks!

W.P💚

I hope this is what you were looking for? I am very new to doing things like this!

Daddy's Girl

Pairing: Alastor X Lucifer's Daughter! Reader

Tags: Sisterly love, some sexual connotations, spoilers, some angst maybe? idk, swearing, Mimzy.

SPOILERS FOR "DAD BEAT DAD"

Word Count: 1,775

The hotel was eerily quiet when you awoke, so you made your way downstairs to see if anyone was awake. All you could hear as you made your way down the stairs was your quiet footfalls and weird murmuring. As you turned towards the sitting area, you realized the muttering was coming from your younger sister, Charlie.

Charlie was pacing back and forth in front of a pin board covered in colorful papers, and strings. She tugged at her hair, her muttering growing more frantic. As you took in the scene, you realized there were a few people standing and watching her. Niffty was bouncing on the couch, her face full of a strange glee. Husk and Sir Pentious were watching with mixes of bafflement and curiosity.

“Hey, Char Char? Are you ok?” You asked, walking around the couch to get a better view. You saw Angel and Vaggie approach from your peripherals as Charlie whipped around frantically.

“Nope! No. Not really! Haha. Hah…” Her false smile falls as she rips a page off the board. “I have been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn’t working! We’ve done every single trust exercise and arts and crafts project I could find! We’ve talked about our feelings and… nothing is working!”

You frown. You knew that things taking so long would eventually get to her, but it was sad to see just how severely. She needed more help.

You walk up to your sister, and set your hands on her shoulders. “I think…”

Her expression collapses. “Please don’t say it.”

“We should call dad. And ask for his help.”

She winces. She clearly doesn’t want your dad’s help. You can’t exactly blame her, either. The two of you were raised a little separate, and it had affected her relationship with Lucifer pretty badly. Although, you were older, and it had afforded you time with Lucifer before Lilith had started to separate herself from him. Charlie had only had a handful of years before their relationship went south. It showed in her anxiety with him, and Lucifer’s inability to talk to Charlie openly. It made you sad, but you weren’t sure how to fix that rift.

“He’s the reason the extermination happens to begin with! He just let it happen! He doesn’t even like sinners! Why would he help me?” Charlie hugs herself, looking off to the side. “He’s always preferred you anyway.”

You hear some audible winces from the audience by the couch, but you ignore them. You pull her into a tight hug, her taller frame putting you at her collarbones. “You know I would change that if I could, honey.” You squeeze her tightly and say, “We can at least see if he can get you a meeting. Anything to give you the advantage, Char Char.”

She sighs, and hugs you back. “Yeah. I guess we can at least try.”

You pull back. “I think you should call him. I bet he’s dying to hear from you, even though he sucks at showing it.”

Charlie rubs her arm and nods. “Alright. I’ll do it!”

As she struggles to start the phone call, Husk makes comments about her having ‘Daddy Issues’, and you blanch. How rude! (Even if it was true). The others make comments about meeting Lucifer, but you and Vaggie just keep your eyes on Charlie. She seems so nervous, and it makes your stomach twist in knots.

She finally calls. It rings three times before a faint, “Heyyyy bitch!” rings out on the other end of the line. You facepalm. Good going Dad.

When all is said and done, Lucifer announces he is visiting within the hour, after much cajoling and guilt-tripping on Charlie’s part. Although, from what you could hear, he seemed excited.

Charlie is excited, and so is everyone else in the hotel. You cheer for her, and then the realization hits you.

Alastor. Fuck.

As the final touches are finished, you sidle up to Alastor with a small grin.

“Please, please don’t start shit. Charlie needs this to work. And I need this to work for Charlie,” you murmur to him.

He barely glances at you. “Worry not, sweetheart! You know I would never do anything to risk the reputation of the hotel! Charlie will get the help she needs!” His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he squeezes you into his side. For just a moment, his head ducks down, and he whispers into your ear. “Just need to make it clear whose little girl you are now.” Then he perks right back up like nothing happened.

Your face burns hot. How dare he! But you don’t get to do anything in retaliation, because Charlie is opening the door.

“Chaaaaarlie!” Lucifer exclaims, immediately pulling her into a tight embrace. Your sister’s face is full of shock, and you just want to laugh. Ha! You were right! He continues talking to her in the slightest baby voice, and you can’t help but let some giggles escape you. Your dad could be just so silly! “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

He lets go of Charlie as she welcomes him to the hotel. He spots Keekee first, and pets her. Then greets Razzle and Dazzle. You watch from the sidelines with a small smile. It was nice seeing your dad outside the home. He had been holing himself up for so long… You look up at Alastor, who hasn’t moved an inch since your dad came in.

You elbow him gently. “You okay?”

Alasotr’s expression is tight. His eyes flicker to you for a moment, before landing back on your father. He merely hums in response, making you frown. How odd… You knew the two wouldn’t get along, but for Alastor to dislike him already?

Then your dad spots the bar. “Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?”

Alastor immediately shadow-walks to the other side of the room, and you know it’s time to intervene.

“Oh! Just some of the renovations we’ve made.” Alastor gestures with his mic, before continuing. “Adds a bit of color, don’t you think?”

You wince, and make your way to Alastor’s side.

“Hey, Dad,” you say, trying to prevent your dad making any further comments on the decor. That's a good way to piss off Alastor.

“Sweetheart!” Your dad runs up to you, and tries picking you up. You laugh at the tights squeeze. “How’s my girl?” His hands squish your cheeks, making it hard to respond.

You giggle through the ministrations, and finally push his hands back so you can respond. “I’m doing great, Dad. Figured I should introduce you to Alastor here.” You gesture to Alastor, who looks the closest to not smiling that you have ever seen. It makes your stomach feel like lead, as you keep talking. “He’s our facilities' manager, and my…”

Your voice trails off, and you look at Alastor, as if hoping he has the word you are looking for.

“I’m her lover!” Alastor exclaims, quite loudly. His static drops for a moment and then bursts back up in volume, making you wince. Great. He just announced that to everyone in the room. The ‘everyone’ being everyone who didn’t know. You can hear Charlie ‘whoop!’ in the background, and several variations of ‘what the fuck’. “She’s quite the darling. I just couldn’t resist this sweet face!” Alastor grabs at your cheeks, similar to how your dad did, and squishes them. “See?”

You risk a glance at your dad. He looks ready to kill. Fuck. This is absolutely not how you wanted to tell your dad. He nearly killed the last partner you had for ghosting you. You can see your dad’s horns growing, and you push Alastor back.

“Haha! Yeah. Uh. Sorry. I would have told you before now, but we’re kind of new! We were trying to keep it on the down-low for now but…” You glare at Alastor, but he just has this shit-eating grin on his face, and you know he doesn’t care.

“Right.” Your dad continues glaring at Alastor. You wince, and decide to go over by the snack table. Angel is just giving you this look, and you know he will be asking about Alastor’s dick, which you have not seen, later. Husk seems disappointed in you, and you absolutely know why. You just give him an apologetic shrug, and watch as Alastor and your dad seem to start a pissing match.

It ends with Alastor in his face saying, “Fuck you,” and your knees nearly give out. Holy shit.

Charlie finally intervenes, and Lucifer, after some more glaring at Alastor, get her to introduce him to the rest of the residents.

Alastor lays a hand on your shoulder as your dad greets both the guests and the staff. You can feel his thumb rubbing back and forth, and it sends shivers down your spine. You look up at Alastor, but his gaze is still locked on your dad. Annoyed, you roll your eyes with a huff, and look back to the meet-and-greet. Your dad is looking back at you, his frown deep, and a barely audible growl making its way to your ears. Your dad is fucking growling at Alastor. What the Hell?

A rumble builds up in Alastor’s chest, and you can feel it against your back. This one sets heat back up to your face. Gosh, this man needed to get his shit together. No need to start stuff with your dad! Alastor’s hand tightens on your shoulder, before he lets go and stalks back towards Charlie, who is trying to convince your dad to help her.

And then they’re singing. Because of course. Alastor joins in, saying some things that seem to really piss off your dad, but you can't hear much over the blood rushing in your ears. Sometimes these two could be so embarrassing. When your dad pulls out the golden fiddle, you nearly die laughing. (He still wasn’t over losing that one time!) Everything comes to a head, with the two men yelling insults in each other's faces, when suddenly-

“It’s ME!” A woman barges in through the lobby doors, yelling and calling herself Mimzy. She’s blonde, and dressed like a flapper. Alastor seems to recognize her, so you don’t worry.

Later that night, when your dad has finally agreed to help your sister get that meeting, you all settle onto the couches, making a game plan. Alastor sits beside you, one foot resting on the other knee. You lean over and ask softly, “What did you say during that song, anyway?”

Alastor’s grin sharpens, and he presses his lips near your ear, again. “Charlie calls me dad, and your eldest calls me Daddy.”

If you nearly choke on your own spit, you refuse to admit it.

#alastor x reader #alastor fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #bun's short fics

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xan-izme · 9 months

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Dubble Life (ACTSV x Reader x Batfam) 3

A/n: I forgot to mention that the universe reader is in is earth-42. So, the Prowler is Miles, but he switches with Aaron here and there. and reader has the same last name as Miles.

Part 2, Part 4

Summary: Life with the Waynes so far was pretty good. Damian is still being a brat, so reader decides to be a good big sister. Someone from the past shows their face. In the need of readers help, for Spider-woman.

"I win!" Tim couldn't help but smirk in triumph. You stare at the 'Game over' on your screen. "Nah, nah. You gotta be cheating! Bro what is this!" This was the third time you have lost street fight with Tim.

"You two are acting like children." Damian spoke, watching two play video games for almost 2 hours. You rolled your eyes and gave Damian a look. "Cuz we are. You're like what, 9?" Tim chuckled as he packed his things.

"I am 12!" Damian argued. "Boy, like that makes any difference." Damian began to argue with you, you just stared down at him an announced you were getting a drink from the kitchen. You poured yourself a drink. Suddenly, your Spidey senses were warning you. You quickly turn around, just to see Damian. You scoffed.

It was funny how your Spidey senses always acted up when it came to Damian. You wondered if he wanted to hurt you so you couldn't take the Wayne throne. You turned back and continued to take a gulp from your cup. you paused for a moment before glancing to Damian you was eating a snack that Alfred made.

You thought that maybe the reason that you two haven't fully gotten along was due to both of you not even trying. So why not be the bigger person and try to be nice.

You slide yourself to the table Damian was at and set yourself in front of him. The boy frowns as he sees the smirk you had.

"What do you want, you bug."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. If only he really knew.

"Look, demon. I think we haven't really gotten the chance to bond as siblings." You leaned in with a smile. Damian looked at you with distaste. "Did father put you up to this? What are you planning Davies?"

"No, I ain't planning nothing. What's wrong with wanning to hang out with you?" You arched your brow and leaned back into your chair. Damian sighed "I don't have time for you. I have work to do. So, if you'll excuse me." Damian stood from his chair and walked away.

"Alright, if you change your mind my door is open!" Literally, you leave your door open sometimes. You just forget to close it. A habit to try and get rid of.

After a few days. Damian did come to your room.

"Oh, look who's here. Is there something my little demon needs? hugs, kisses? whatever sisterly love can provide?" You smirked as you watched him give you a look of disgust.

"I don't want your useless affection. Father wants us to go with him to a meeting. Please wear something that doesn't look like a Hippe made it." With that, Damian walked out. He paused and took a glance of a picture you had hung on the wall; it was of a woman. Your mother no doubt.

You sighed and got yourself ready. Wondering why the hell Bruce wanted you to come along.

"Hey Alfred. Do you know why Bruce needs me at the meeting today?" you asked. Alfred handed you a drink you requested for

"It is a meeting at the Wayne enterprise. You will mistily be there to observe the working environment and understand what the Wayne family is about." Alfred escorted you down and helped you fix your dress up, so it was perfect.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you come down those stairs in one of the dresses Dick picked for you.

Once you reached the bottom, Bruce took your hand into his "You look beautiful."

Your smiled. Your smile faltered.

Remembering the time, your mother had a date with some man you didn't approve of.

It was cold out. Your mother was going to be with a man named Jim Bolton. You were happy she was happy. But you didn't trust this Jim guy. You asked, practically begged your uncle Jeff to do a background run on the man.

Jim was married at the age of 22, awfully young. He got divorced and has two daughters 3-4 years younger than you. he also had 3 DUI's. Your mother has told you he doesn't drink anymore. But you still didn't like him.

You watched your mother walk down the stairs, with a red dress on, her hair fixed up. Shinny jewels on. She looked amazing. You already saw her as a goddess, this just added onto the beauty you already saw in her. You couldn't help but look at her fondly.

"Okay, remember to lock all the doors. Your uncle Aarons going to be here in an hour to watch you and- . . . what?" Your mother noticed that small smile on your face. You were being silent. Just staring at her.

You chuckled and held her hands to yours "Nothing. . . you just look beautiful."

You missed her. You've been trying to not think too much of her. Not think of the time you two spent. Not think of her hugs. Her smile, her voice.

You have night terrors of what happened that day. At times you stay awake, too scared to close your eyes. Afraid to see every wrong thing you've done as a daughter. You make it worse for yourself by calling her number, only to hear no answer.

The Wayne building was big. Many people in uniforms rushing too somewhere. Rushing to get work done, rushing to get home.

You walked beside Damian. He has been quite this whole time. You wonder what was making your dear little weirdo so silent.

You sat in one meeting with Bruce and Damian. It was rather boring. But you did think Bruce was cool with the way he took over. Bruce had two other meetings that suddenly came up. He was going to take the two of you downtown to look around, get something to eat. Go to the movies even.

"It's alright. Me and De- Damian can go and hang around with Alfred. Can get a little Sibling bonding out of it." You held yourself back from calling the boy, demon. Almost let it slip for a second there.

Bruce liked the sound of that. When he agreed, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bruce isn't the best with affection, but you have been doing these little gestures, hugging, the kisses on the cheek. You would even do the occasional 'I love you's Bruce is starting to think that you might just be getting closer to him. So, he buys you more things.

Sometimes you decline so he just gives you money.

Damian rolled his eyes as you dragged him to the car. Alfred Started the car and you two were now going to be closer than ever. Well, you hope.

"So, little brother, you have anyone that has cached your interest?"

Damian frowns "That is none of your business."

"I see, you must really her then. Or him, I don't discriminate on who you love." You felt a smirk creep up when you catch a glimpse of the look on the young boy's face. It just felt so fun toying with him like this.

"I don't have time for something like dating. Stop talking, you're giving me a migraine." Damian did visibly look tired of you, which made it even more enjoyable for you.

The first few weeks that you came to the manor. This boy has been activating the need for violence. You can't just cuss him out and flip him off like you did with Miguel.

You can tell Damian ain't stupid. He's sharp and very aware of his surroundings. One slip up and your done for. So, you decide to do what you did best.

Be annoying.

Damian ignores you more when you act like that. On top of that, you loved the reactions you got out of him.

You and Damian went to a music shop where they had those old timey records that you liked.

"Why do you need these things. You know you can listen to music like this on your phone, right?" Damian watched as you picked up a record and held it like it was precious. The most fragile thing in the world.

". . .The neighborhood I used to live in. Was loud. I could hear screaming, gun shots. And other things I wasn't supposed to hear." You gently put the record down and continued to walk down the aisle. Damian and Alfred followed behind.

"One night, there was a gang fight right outside. I got so scared. I ran into her room crying. She played a song. . ." You found a song you haven't seen in a while and grabbed it.

"She held me. . . and said, 'son solo sondios, mi amor.' and told me to listen to the music. Let that be the only thing you hear." You let yourself laugh, remembering at how much you cried.

"So, that's what I do. Instead of listening to sounds that give me fear. I listen to these."

Damian watched you happily go through the records.

Damian scoffed to himself. It was the first time he saw a real smile from you. Of course, you smile a lot. But everything was fake. You were putting on a facade. He didn't like fake people.

Lying all the time. People who lie, can't be trusted. And you lie a lot. he knows. You just haven't been caught yet.

But that, what you just did. You were actually being real. You don't seem too bad. For a bug.

"What's this?" Damian spoke up when he picked up a record that had big words on it with a blue background.

"Oh, Boney M. I love these guys." You know Uncle Aaron had full blown collocations of the band.

You looked down to see the look of confusion on Damians face. "Oh, my Go- Come on man. You really don't know these guys?"

"No, should I? . . . My mother wasn't like yours." Damian mumbled. He sets down the record. You stared at him, then glanced to Alfred. You don't know much about Damian's mother. Just that she left him with Bruce.

Due to the boy's uptight attitude, you assume his mother was strict. And based on Alfreds expression, she probably wasn't the best.

You put your hand on his shoulder. "Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?"

The movie was a comedy, it was funny to you. Even more funny that Damian couldn't understand the jokes in the movie. Just watching you laugh so much just because he wasn't understanding the jokes, Damian couldn't help but laugh himself.

"I liked the ending." Damian spoke as you two exited out the theater. "What? for real? . . . why? The ending was kind of butt." You say, Wanting to know why Damian actually liked the ending.

"Well, the main character, Lisa. She found out she was being played by that Moses guy. Even if he caught feelings for her at one point, he didn't have those feelings when he went with that dare. When he kissed her at the prom as some stupid form of an apology, she just slapped him. She knew her worth."

You just stared in utter disbelief. You couldn't help but giggle, then burst out laughing.

"What? Why are you always laughing!'' Damian was scolding you as you continued to laugh and try to explain why you were laughing.

Suddenly you felt your Spidey senses go crazy. Thats when an explosion was heard.

"Oh shi-"

people started running in panic. "It's joker. . ." You heard Damian mumble. You quickly grab Damians hand and try to get to the car where Alfred was parked. Damian let you drag him. So many people were crowding up in a panic.

Damian looked up at you, then to the multiple explosions Joker was dropping. Hearing his damn laugh echo. He was putting his Job as Robin first. And let your hand go. You felt him let go. You quickly turn around. Panic sets in you. You called out his name as you tried to shove people away so you could get through.

"DAMIAN!" You tried to help a few people who got hurt by the falling rubble around them. But all you could think of was Damian. You kept calling the boy's phone. But it would go straight to voicemail. You cussed multiple times.

You went back into the theaters, calling out for Damian, asking anyone if they had seen a little boy come back in.

You didn't know he had left to fulfill his role as Robin.

You were currently in an alleyway. Trying to get to Damian on the phone, no answer. You try to contact Bruce, you lost service. You got frustrated and decided to just run around like an idiot to try and look for the boy.

But you accidentally ran into someone and knock them down.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you alright?" You were quick to help the girl up.

"Thanks. . . you look good, Y/n."

You paused. Who was this? how did she know your name. Your look of confusion started to fade as you recognized the voice. You began to step back.

The girl fully showed her face. Starring you right in the eyes.

"Gwen?"

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tag list: @lockofspades @redsakura101 @ruby-izo

#miguel o'hara #miles morales #atsv x reader #gwen spiderverse #x daughter!reader #damian wayne #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #tim drake #dick grayson #spoderverse

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fandomnerd9602 · 10 months

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Fake, Right?

Wanda Maximoff x Nerd!Reader (High School AU)

For @aloneodi

“I do not!” Wanda Maximoff finds herself stating to the rest of the group she called her clique.

“It is so obvious, Maximoff” Yelena states before chowing down on her mac and cheese.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, Wanda” Natasha chimes in, “(Y/N) is cute. Your best friend for so long. It’s almost like a romance story”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “What about you and Bruce?” Natasha blushes at that remark.

“Fine!” Wanda huffs, “if it pleases you all, I’ll go out with (Y/N) and I’ll prove there’s nothing there!”

“The only one you need to prove it to is yourself” Natasha snickers.

Wanda leaves her gal pals and heads over to you.

“I need you to date me” Wanda takes you by the shoulders.

“hello you too” you smile.

“Natasha and Yelena think that I’m in love with you and I need to prove that I’m not.”

“So a fake date?” You look confused.

“Yeah. Fake. Can you help?”

“Uh sure?” You find yourself at a loss for words.

“Great. Pick you up at seven” she gives you a sisterly hug before rejoining her popular friends.

You’d do anything for Wanda. She was a good friend of yours for as long as you could remember. But a fake date just seemed a little off.

Wanda rejoins her friends. Natasha giggles as Yelena rolls her eyes.

“Enjoy your evening, lovebird” Natasha giggles.

“Shut up” Wanda rolls her eyes at the redhead.

You got ready for your fake date. A simple attire set up. You wrapped your lucky Hufflepuff scarf around your neck.

A familiar honk outside your door got your attention. You walk out just as Wanda strolls up to you in her favorite red hoodie and yoga pants.

“You look better than I do” Wanda giggles

“Come on” you smirk, “you could make a 50s sitcom outfit look amazing”

Wanda actually blushes. “So where to?”

“Wanna grab a burger and shake?”

“Sure thing, Hufflepuff”

“I’m surprised you’re not wearing your Slytherin scarf” you shoot back.

“Hufflepuffs and Slytherin only cause mayhem together” Wanda socks your arm playfully.

“Then let’s cause some tonight” you laugh.

You and Wanda make your way to the local diner. Wanda just about devours her whole chocolate shake.

“It’s been forever since I had one of these” Wanda practically moans as the shake runs down her throat.

“I missed these times” you admit. “I know you got the popular crowd now-“

“I could never sideline you” Wanda interrupts. “Nat and Yelena are fun but I can’t talk with them about the things we talk about”

“I don’t mind” you shrug. “I still see you every now and then. It’s not like you’re on Mars.”

“I missed our hangouts too.” Wanda shrugs “I feel like I changed so much”

“Oh really? Favorite vinyl?”

“Florence and the Machine. Lungs. Dog Days are Over”

“Okay. Favorite show?”

“Dick Van Dyke Show”

“Favorite movie?”

“Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone”

You smile, “sounds like the same old Wanda to me”

“Wanna hit the record shop?” Wanda bats her eyes at you.

“I was hoping you’d ask”

You and Wanda make your way to the records shop. You spend the next hour rocking out to old vinyls and just enjoying one another’s company. Wanda felt so free. No cliques. No standards. Just her and you, allowed to be yourselves.

Your last stop was the movies. You just bought the closest showing you could. The movie was terrible but laughing along with Wanda made it worth watching.

It was close to midnight when Wanda pulled up to your house. Wanda didn’t want the night to end. Something about being with you just felt right.

“I had fun tonight” you smile at your best friend. Wanda giggles in response.

“Glad I could get you out of your shell, Hufflepuff” she laughs.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again, Slytherin. Maybe next time we could have a Harry Potter marathon”

“I’ll bring the popcorn and soda” Wanda giggles.

“Well I’ll see tomorrow Wanda.” You walk up the steps of your house. Part of you doesn’t want this night to end either. You turn and look back at the young witch.

You look at her, she looks at you. And for the second time in a long time, Wanda feels a certain longing in her heart. A longing for you to come back down those steps and kiss her.

Sadly you walk up and into your house. What Wanda didn’t know was the strong urge you felt to go back down and kiss her goodnight.

As she walks away from your house that night, all Wanda could think was of how good she and you fit together. She could spend a whole lifetime with you and never grow tired. Well Tony did have that party coming up next week. An idea was brewing in that young witch’s mind.

Tags: @aloneodi @lifespectator @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @supercorpdanbeau @scarletwitch-n7 @deafeningsharkslimeempath @kingofthelizardpeople @jacelion @family-house-of-m

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda my beloved #avengers high #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #high school au

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Anything nsfw for Jacquline Hanma (genderbend Jack)? I’m sorry but I would totally call her mommy 🫡

I would also call her mommy and politely ask her to crush me.

You are Jack’s childhood friend

But why have just fem Jack when I can make the whole cast female? 😈 Why have one bitch when you can have five

Minors DNI

TW: Uncomfortable themes, wlw, and yandere behavior

🌶️ Yandere Baki Head Canons 🌶️

Genderbend AFAB Baki x oblivious AFAB reader

NSFW and SFW edition

Jacqueline Hanma (Jack)

Jacqueline was a rough and gruff woman. She had no interest in relationships of any kind. You were an exception. You were her childhood friend and rock. And you followed her to Japan to see her fight like the good girl you were

At first she thought she’d be satisfied with just being friends but then her competition started having eyes for you (especially Kaori). They were hogging all your time and attention and Jackie couldn’t stand it

Jackie started spending the night more and she started being handsier. Jackie would hold your hand in public more and drape her arms over you whenever the others were staring. They needed to understand that you were hers

Jackie began making you wear her clothes more often. Large hoodies that hung past your knees and shirts that smelled just like Jackie’s signature woodsy scent. It was a small sign of ownership

Jackie had a love/ hate relationship with your obliviousness. It was nice that you didn’t understand the others saw you romantically but it was also bad because you didn’t see her romantically either

When Kaori invites you out for more dates, Jackie is the first to make a physical move on you and that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. It’s an all out war then. Jackie would corner you to show you how she truly felt

Jackie would press her lips against yours and push your body deep into the mattress. Your whines and whimpers only egging her on. She’d convince you this is what women do when they’re in love. And then she’d devour you. Your hands tangled in her short blonde hair and her hands grasping the back of your legs. You’re just in for a long night until Jackie’s had her fill. The blonde is madly in love with you and she’d do anything to make sure you never abandoned her

Bambi Hanma (Baki)

Bambi is Jackie’s cute, younger half sister. She is so cute and feminine. How could you not feel sisterly towards her? You try forming a bond with the younger Hanma and she latches onto you immediately. Bambi cannot get enough of praise. She has never had anyone be so kind to her like you without them wanting anything in return… how could she not cling to you?

Your motherly energy was so soothing to her. She was a sucker for your praise. Tell her how cute she is! Isn’t she so cute? Bambi is super strong, right? Isn’t Bambi such a good girl?

Bambi would want to go shopping together so her wardrobe can match yours. You two are wearing matching clothes today? What a coincidence!

If that’s not your thing then Bambi would settle for matching scrunchies. Look! You two have the same scrunchies on… you wouldn’t even notice if she switched them out right?

If you invited Bambi over for a sleepover, she’d die. The moment you head into the bathroom, she is burying her face into your pillow to inhale your scent. Bambi would be drunk off of it. She was finally in your home and everything smelled liked you… she could hardly contain herself.

If you allowed her to take a shower at your place, she is using your soap. She’ll memorize the brands so she can buy them. Bambi wants to smell like you too! So when you two are apart, she can be comforted by it

If you cuddled with her as the two of you slept side by side, it would only further her delusions. Bambi would bury her face in your chest and inhale your scent. Sometimes you’d wake up with little marks on your chest and neck. Hell, your nipples would be engorged and sore. Occasionally there’d be hand shape bruises on your hips too but maybe you hit your hip on something? You were quite clumsy after all. You’d never suspect sweet little Bambi to be suckling on your soft skin while you slept

Bambi would put your clothes on the next day and encourage you to wear hers. She’ll then make a comment of how cute you two look… don’t you look cute together? Just like a couple

Hanayama Kaori (Hanayama Kaoru)

Kaori is a player. She approached you to use you to get Jackie to fight her. But you were really kind to her… and your genuineness touched her heart. How could she not want you?

Kaori used to fish for sympathy from you so you’d trigger Jackie’s jealousy, but your reassurances and compliments were so genuine. Not to mention how soft you were compared to her muscular body. Kaori’s icy heart was melting and it was all because of you

You sealed your fate when you traced the scars over her face and told her how cool you thought she was. How tough and beautiful she was. For the first time in Kaori’s life, she was the one who was flustered

Kaori began to buy you gifts. She felt guilty for trying to use you and wanted to makeup for it, but she felt like it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough. Kaori was about to spiral until you reassured her that it was okay. That you enjoyed spending time with her and she didn’t need to get you gifts

Kaori decided to invite you out on dates then. She’d buy you outfits (you have no idea how she knew your size) and she’d take you on expensive dinner and cruise dates.

Kaori really enjoyed taking you to spas and bath houses. She loved your body and she’d come up with all kinds of excuses to touch you. But when given an inch, she wanted a mile. It wasn’t uncommon for her to squeeze your chest or hips at the bathhouse nor was it uncommon for her to press hot kisses on the back of your neck. You’d playfully swat her away, oblivious to how she was serious about bedding you. And Kaori doesn’t take kindly to your rejections

Once you’re back in your shared hotel room, you’re placed on a bathroom counter as her fingers are buried deep in your warmth. Your hands grasping her scarred biceps as she shushed you with her skilled lips. You’re a panting, crying mess under her as she brought you to four orgasms back to back. You’ll have hickies all over your neck and chest from her. She’s a very possessive and dominant lover… not to mention the strap collection at her house.

Kaori will never not stop taking you on lavish trips, giving you luxurious gifts, or giving you the best orgasms of your life. She wanted to show you a life of pleasure and luxury. It could all be yours too, all you had to do was accept her and she’d whisk you away

Kaori wasn’t quite willing to take no as an answer though anyways….

Orochi Kasumi (Orochi Katsumi)

This cutie was so shy to approach you at first. She’s been so focused on training more than relationships so she’s quite awkward at first. She stumbles over her words and blushes a lot, but you were patient with her… she quickly developed a crush on you. And from there, it became worse.

Kasumi liked to take you out on simple dates. She loved getting coffee with you or going on walks. Kasumi was quite the tomboy so she usually dresses up in flannels, jackets, hoodies, and tees. You helped her express her more feminine side and she was so flustered from your compliments. She wasn’t used to it…

You taught her how to wax her brows and even how to put on makeup. It took everything in her not to grab your hips when you sat on her lap to do her eyeliner. Kasumi wanted to kiss you so badly… it was driving her crazy

Kasumi enjoyed when you wore her hoodies and flannels. They hung on your smaller frame and she thought it was so cute… and that’s when the pictures began. Kasumi began to want to take so many pictures with you or just pictures if you. She couldn’t get enough

Kasumi began to up her skincare and self care game. How would you like to come over for a face mask and to paint each other’s nails? She’ll even trim your nails for you (she keeps your nail clippings).

Kasumi blushes so much when you hold her hand. It’s almost like you’re a real couple… Kasumi loves the idea of being your girlfriend… maybe even wife one day? Oh lord… that would be perfect… The two of you could adopt a baby! Or maybe you two could make a lab baby with your DNA’s? Kasumi loved the idea of starting a family with you

Kasumi whimpers and cries

Kasumi begins to collect things from you. Hair from your hairbrush, a spoon you used for icecream, and her favorite… your lipstick. Kasumi would lick the tip of it when she was feeling especially depraved. It was like an indirect kiss from you… Katsumi’s feelings were overwhelming

One day when you’re over at her house, you trip and fall into her, her large chest pressed up against yours in such a scandalous position… Kasumi pressed her lips to yours right away. You made no move to get up right away, so you must felt the same way. She’s super delusional

Kasumi is clumsy compared to the others. She’s scared and new to all of this, but she makes up for it in eagerness. She’s eager to learn what makes you feel good. What you like. Just tell her and she’ll do it. Kasumi is a quick learner

She’s an amazing girlfriend to have… so long as you don’t go through the shoe box under her bed. Her collection of you is in there and it’s always growing… Kasumi just can’t get enough of you! Please don’t think she’s weird… she’s never felt this way about anyone before!

Kaioh Ruolan (Kaioh Retsu)

Now she started off as a friend to you. She’s much older than you and she’s very elegant. You really admire her and her composure. Ruolan is flattered by your admiration

Ruolan is very calm and enjoys reading. She invites you to tag along to enjoy books and tea with her. Ruolan also enjoys gardening and she’ll tell you about every plant she has. You really admire her patience in that hobby. She’s so mature… Ruolan is a mom friend

The two of you will do yoga together and talk about everything. You find yourself venting to her since she’s so reliable. Ruolan just gives you a smile and gives you great advice.

Over time Ruolan notices how tired you look and you tell her about how strange your friends have been lately. She quickly takes you under her wing and allows you to sleep peacefully at her place. Ruolan makes sure you get plenty of rest and that you’re eating properly. She’s such an amazing friend

Ruolan is the most aware that her feelings for you are not normal so she tries to hold them at bay for as long as she can… until she sees the marks on your neck. That’s when she begins to manipulate you. None of your friends were good for you… just look how rough they are! Ruolan would never be rough with you… ever

Ruolan allows you to be with her as much as you want (she’s extremely persuasive). She helps bathe you and makes you home made meals. Ruolan is an amazing cook. You’re impressed at her domestic skills.

Ruolan will have you lay your head on her thighs as she reads to you. She’s so relaxing to be around…

Ruolan will ask you if she’s allowed to kiss you. She’s not an animal like the others. She would never do anything you don’t want to

Ruolan is so very gentle with you. Her kisses are soft and sweet… and she tastes like tea. Her touches make you want more…

Ruolan makes love to you. It’s all about your pleasure with her. There’s no marks and no aches. The whole thing is gentle and a learning experience for you both… she has the ability to calm you like no other

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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Yandere! Darth Maul Headcanons (Ft. Darth Talon)

Author Note: I'm so sorry this is definitely not my best work😭😭 I just really needed to get this out of my head. Inspired by this video

Warnings: Spicy but absolutely no smut, odd take on poly relationships, Talon and reader have a sisterly bond...sorta.

Thinking about being Maul's little darling. His sweet little princess. But also being Darth Talon's co-darling. The innocent little doll ensnared between two big scary Sith lords.

Maul constantly has the two of you seated pretty on his lap. As he lounges on the throne of Mandalore. Talon is always embellished in tight black fabrics that do little to cover her impressive physic. She knows they're to Maul's delight. Always so eager to indulge her master.

Yet when it comes to you Maul insists you wear long ravishing velvet dresses. Adorned with delicate jewels to augment your beauty. It makes you feel fragile, like a porcelain doll fabricated simply for his pleasure. Still, you dare not protest.

You and Talon trail kisses down Maul's chest. Occasionally biting his lips, begging for a kiss. You feel his emotions in crashing waves, not love, not reverence. Rather something more akin to pride. An all-consuming darkness that floods the soul, overwhelming every other emotion. Maybe it's the closest to an "affectionate" sentiment that Maul can express.

Maul uses both the force and his fingers to trace the contours of your bodies. Memorizing each dip and curve. Ever so intimately familiar with each scar. You both shiver as he runs his claws up and down your spins. Perfectly dividing his attention across the both of you.

You've come to cherish the feeling of his horns when they nick at the skin of your neck. constantly mesmerized by the small puncture holes that litter your throat amongst a plethora of love bites.

Talon's older, more experienced. She's like an older sister constantly looking out for you. She's eager to show you how to please Maul. Reminding you of where he likes to be bitten, where he likes to be kissed. He demands submission but loves when you put up a fight.

You've started to treasure her presence, enjoying having someone who understands almost every fiber of your life. It's almost like having a sister and an anam cara. You love the way her hand fits so perfectly in yours, fingers entangled much like your souls.

She's the one who told you about Maul's insecurities. About how his robotic legs play testament to failures he refuses to relinquish.

That night you make a show of kissing stars into his cyberntics. tracing your fingers over the prosthetics as you sing his praises. Talon follows your lead, impressed with your acumen. Delighted in how you turn her master's sorrow into a source of his pleasure.

Maul seldom says he' loves you'. In hindsight, that night may have been the first time you've heard such words escape his perfect lips.

Maul loves to inflict pain on both of you claiming you in the way of deep cuts and bruises. Your blood between his teeth and your pulse in his palm.

You always leave weak kisses on Maul's arm when he chokes you. Your devotion soothes his rage. Yet he's never given up an opportunity to throw you around like a rag doll.

You're the only one ever permitted to watch Maul give Talon her sith tattoos. It's a hallowed rite, a secret shared between master and apprentice. Yet they both adore you so much, wanting to incorporate you into their rituals.

Both Maul and Talon refuse to train you. Neither in the way of the Sith nor in the art of lightsaber. Both master and apprentice fear the harsh ways of the Sith would simply break a fragile doll like you beyond repair.

Sometimes Maul gets busy, too caught up in ruling Mand'alor, too preoccupied to even remember he has two lovers awaiting him.

You start to lose your mind on such days, having long since lost your identity. You merely exist to serve him, only ever alive in the presence of your lord. It's hard to know what to do when his ethos is faded, too far for you to reach. When he isn't an inch away from you. Leaving shallow kisses along your skin.

Talon tries to comfort you, her mind may be tattered yet she still regains some sense of self-worth. She hugs you close, rubbing soothing circles on your back. She tells you tales of when she was a child before her apprenticeship began.

Sometimes she recounts stories of when Maul had been merely a boy, a small child still too scrawny to wield a lightsaber. The tales seem fictitious, bordering on sacrilege. You shudder to think of Maul as anything less than immaculate, anything less than eternal.

Eventually, the two of you just barge into the throne room. Ignoring the officials or higher-ranking aristocrats may be present. You simply curl up in Maul's lap, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Want you, want you" you whine desperately, loud enough for only his ears to hear. You're utterly anguished for comfort, for affection, for him. Talon rubs your shoulder, eyes looking at Maul in yearning.

Maul rolls his eyes, deducing it best to scold the two of you in private. He simply pats your head and embraces you closer to his chest. Leaving a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

In the end, the two of you are his and only his. His two precious darlings. There's nothing in this universe Maul wouldn't do for the two of you.

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mysicklove-main · 1 year

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Pairings: Widowed! Fem! Reader x Lovesick! Tanjiro

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Previous Rengoku x Reader, Angst (but also not?)with bitter sweet ending, but def some fluff moments, SEASON 2 SPOILERS, Character death, Pining, Depression, lack of eating, grief, crying, delusion, maybe mental illness?

Summary: Tanjiro has finally won you over. You are finally his, but how is he supposed to respond when you begin to call him by your ex-fiances name?

Tanjiro has so much love to give. He couldn't help it, after the passing of his whole family he needed to transfer it to someone. Nezuko holds a good portion of it, and so do Zenitsu, Inosuke, and his master, and of course the Hashiras, but it was nothing compared to what he felt for you.

You came into his life so suddenly, falling in love with you was so easy. The passion in your voice when you talked of demons, you hated them, but you weren't like all the other slayers. You felt compassion toward them, they suffer so much, and nobody deserves a cruel death. You were kind, even to creatures who didn't deserve it.

You never wanted to be a slayer. You were forced into it when the village of your family was slaughtered. It was your duty, whether you liked it or not. He vowed to extinguish Muzan so that you wouldn't have to fight anymore.

He fell for your personality. So, teasing, knowing just how to make blush and stumble over his words. The perfect mediator between the three of them, knowing what exactly to say to make each and everyone happy. You were so soft-hearted, but fierce, having some sort of sisterly protectiveness over Nezuko.

But you weren't his. Only a couple days of knowing the flame Hashira, you fell, all the while he was healing at the butterfly mansion. He wished he convinced you to train with him there instead of leaving you alone with a high-rank demon slayer. But he couldn't turn back time.

He could understand, Rengoku was stronger than he will ever be. He would be able to end the demon race if you asked him to. He was kind too, and loved by all. The two of you were a great couple.

Even so, envy tore at him. He hated himself for it. He couldn't even be mad at the two of you. He loved you both so much.

Selfishly as he felt, he was glad that the five of you remained on missions together. He didn't know what he would do if you told him that you would stick with Rengoku. He didn't know why you decided to stick with his group, but although he shouldn't, he felt his heart beat faster. He wanted to know if you wanted to stick with him rather than the group. He would never ask.

So here the five of you were, walking east to kill a demon that seemed to be targeting elderly people. You sit on top of Nezukos box, facing behind Tanjiro, kicking your legs out mindlessly. He doesn't mind the extra weight, he says that it helps him with training, but in reality, he likes the idea of supporting you, as silly as it sounds considering you can easily walk.

“It's not fair Tanjiro! Why do you get to carry all the pretty girls? Y/N-chan~do you want to get on my back?” Zenitsu complains pulling on Tanjiros feet. He is now holding three people's body weight, without a sign of distress.

He quickly argues, not wanting to give this up. “Sorry Zenitsu, but I think it's a good idea for Y/N to stick with me so that she can watch our backs.” It was a ridiculous response. No demons are coming to lurk in the day. But Zenitsu just whines and cries, still on the floor being dragged.

You glance down at the blonde. “Wow, Tanjiro, how impressive, being able to carry three people with no sweat.” He blushes and smiles. Another thing he fell for, is how often you complimented him, with no malice intent, simply because you truly believed it.

“It's no big deal, really! I guess the Butterfly Mansion trained me pretty well,” He says, tilting his head back to get a look at you, you grin at him and his eyes light up, before turning back ahead.

Suddenly, his back feels lighter so he turns around. You were gone. He blinks. “Hey! Give me the demon! And the both of you get on my back! I am stronger than the both of you combined!” Inosuke shouts before trying to pick him up. You were perched upon one shoulder, giving the boy a small, cute wave while Zenitsu was being held, much less gently, in his other arm.

“Hey! Inosuke, put them down! Look at Zenitsu, he is obviously uncomfortable,” He scolds all the while you laugh, and Zenitsu cries out, “Save me Tanjiro!”.

“And why should I? I have to prove that I am the strongest demon slayer out there!” The boar continues and you smile softly before jumping off of his shoulder and in front of him.

You tap the snout of his mask playfully. “Sorry Inosuke, but I think that title goes to Kyojuro. I watched him carry five Hashiras with no sweat.” You sigh and stare off whimsically. “I miss him.” Inosuke drops the blonde with a huff but doesn't say anything.

Tanjiro smiles softly, and hurtfully. You called him by his first name. Nobody, other than maybe the other Hashiras calls him that. He knew it was real, but he thought that maybe with this trip it would go back to what things were like before you met the flame wielder. Maybe he could pretend it never happened. He was wrong.

Zenitsu stands up and taps on his shoulder, with a knowing smile. He was always good at picking these things up. Tanjiro smiles back with a small nod, and stares back at you, who was teasing Inosuke and making him even more angry. You wore that smile that lit up the room. He couldn't help but stare.

If only things were different.

You arrive at the town in the late evening and immediately Tanjiro asked the group to split up to track the demon. Zenitsu and Inosuke went left, while you, him, and Nezuko, still in the box, went right.

You didn't have a strong nose like he did, but your eyesight was sharp. It was easy for you to spot demons in the distance, better than a normal person. It made the two of you a good team, while he closed his eyes to track the demon, you could spot any threats approaching. That's exactly what you guys were doing now.

He takes a deep breath, and suddenly he can sense the trail of where the demon was at. Above. They were hopping from rooftop to rooftop snatching up helpless people. “You got it?” You whisper, trying not to throw his focus off balance.

He nods with a small grunt and you nod in return. “They are up on top. I don't…They don't smell that strong, I can kill them, if you want to stay here.” He always asked you this. He knows how much you hate doing this. If he could make it a little easier on you, he would exert himself more.

You reach up to pat his head with a smile, while he refrains from blushing. “My Tanjiro, so kind. You trying to leave me?” You tease and he rapidly shakes his head. This was basically routine for the two of you, but every time it makes his heart pound. My Tanjiro. Even if you were teasing him, he loved when that word fell from your mouth. “Sorry, I can't let you do that. Besides, now that I am engaged to a Hashira, I have to get some training in!”

His world stops. Engaged. You never told him the two of you were engaged. To be wed. He gulps. Did he ever have a chance now? He was spiraling and he misses the way you are frantically yelling his name.

Suddenly, there is the smell of your blood and he is on the floor. He blinks back into reality, to you above him, eyes squinting in pain. His eyes travel to the gash in your shoulder and his eyes widen. “You with me? I was screaming your name! The demon is here!” You had pushed him down and taken the blow of the demon's claws when he went unresponsive.

He lets out a shaky huff, mouth slightly open as the regret seeps in. His eyes go wide as he stares at the large gash, without tended, you could bleed out.

He lets himself look away, and toward the demon who was now licking his blood-soaked claws with delight. He was tall, abnormally skinny, and what he could tell, weak. Like he had only consumed two or three humans. When he catches Tanjiro's stare he grins maliciously. “My my, your girlfriend, tastes fantastic. C'mon, can't I just have another bite?”

You are trembling above him. He feels nauseated at the smell and pissed at the sight ahead of him. He ignores the demon's words and instead takes to helping you. He quickly manages to turn you over and leans you against a wall. He grabs a bandage from his pocket and hands it to you. “Place it on the wound. I have to kill him first before I can apply medicine. You're going to be fine. Completely fine.” He reassures mostly himself because he couldn't bear to think of what would happen if you were not.

You smile at him and guilt continues to pull at his feet. If he wasn't so distracted this would never happen. He should have expected you to say something like that. I mean it wasn't uncommon for people to get married that quickly.

He stands to his feet and glares at the demon, before raising his sword. The creature can't even mumble another insult before his head is cut off.

It makes your eyes widen. You have never seen Tanjiro move so quickly.

He doesn't spare the demon another glance before he is turning back to you. He kneels in front of you, eyes wide and worried. “Are you alright? C'mon, let's get you to an inn.” You nod with a small groan before trying to pick yourself off the floor. “Hey, don't move. I got you, keep the bandage on the wound. It's going to be alright.” He picks you up effortlessly, and sprints toward the closest inn, as you groan into his chest. “I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Can you use total concentration breathing to help with the pain?” You nod and focus on your breathing. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins as he nearly screamed at the poor old lady that own the place for overnight stays.

He quickly pays for the room, before slamming the door shut and setting you on the floor. He quickly sets Nezuko down across the room, trying to leave some breathing room away from the blood. Then he grabs all the medicine he has in his kimono from Ms. Tamayo.

He gently pulls off your kimono, unphased for the first time at the thought of undressing you due to the circumstances. He daps the medicine on and you hiss. His hand flinches at the noise and the guilt comes flooding back gain. “I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know what has gotten into me.”

“It's alright. I'm okay. I just really hope this isn't too bad of a wound.” You pause with a wince when he begins to wrap your shoulder. “My crow told me we have a mission with Kyojuro.” He pauses his movements.

“All of us?”

“Yeah. So that you can figure out more about your fire, or whatever breathing you have.” Your response comes out shaky and he tries to stay completely focused. But even so, his mind drifted. He wondered what that was going to be like, watching the two of you actually interact for the first time. He was gone when he found out about your relationship status. In a couple of days, he was going watch someone he is in love with act like an engaged couple to someone else.

He had to take a deep shaky breath as he finished wrapping the wound. “Alright. I finished, does it feel alright?”

Your head falls forward onto his shoulder and he blushes slightly. “Yeah. Feels fine. Thank you.”

His eyes soften and he feels tears begin to form. “Don't cry. I am fine. Just tired,” You mumble into his neck and he wraps his arms around you and does cry softly. His body softly trembles and he feels you use your good arm to wrap his back, trying to soothe him.

The two of you are asleep in one another's arms by the time Inosuke and Zenitsu found you.

Tanjiro hates that he likes Rengoku. He hates that he idolizes him, and looks up to him. He hates that he wants to be like him.

It would be so much easier to hate him. It wouldn't hurt as much.

He watches every interaction between the two of you. Watches the way you giggle as you feed him bento boxes, the way you stick so closely to him, the way you look at him like he is the only person in the room. The way Tanjiro looks at you.

The worst of it though had to be when you needed help. You always used to turn to him, trusting him completely to stop the demon. He didn't need you to be strong, he knew you didn't want to be, he just needed you there. But now, he watches you grip the flame Hashira kimono with wide, fearful, eyes. He could barely stand it, so Zenitsu pulls him away.

He listened to you when you babbled on in his lap about wedding plans. Cringing and having to excuse himself when he saw the way the two of you looked so fondly of one another, the way he kissed you so gently. What Tanjiro has been thinking about since the first day he met you.

You teased Rengoku, the way you used to tease him, but unlike himself, Rengoku knew what to say to make you blush in return.

Envy. He has never felt this until he met the flame Hashira.

Everything that Tanjiro wanted, Rengoku had. The strength, the charisma, the kindness, the technique, and now you. He had wanted to be Rengoku.

The thoughts clouded his mind until the Harishira took his last breath.

You screamed, you sobbed into the bloody body that was never coming back and Tanjiro watched feeling his own tears drip down his face. Heard his own yelling fall from his mouth.

When he heard the soft final speech come out of his mouth, guilt once again pulled at him. This entire time Tanjiro has been lusting after his lover, and still until the end he was kind. He must have known, because when Rengoku whispered, “Take care of her for me. She loves you, you know.” in his ear, the flame Hashira still smiled.

He watches him lean closer and whisper something into your ear. Tears fell and you gripped onto him, how desperately he wants to know what he said to you. But how could he ever ask?

He watches you kiss one last time, and he didn't feel angry, jealous, or hurt, he felt dread. He realized at this point that he would rather watch you get married thousands of times to different men if you didn't have to experience this pain.

But what could he do to stop it? He can't save someone who is already dead.

You became a shell of a person. He understood, he had gone through it. He was patient. They all were.

You didn't speak for the first month. He began to get worried. You would stare far off into the distance, for long periods of time. You didn't eat. He basically had to beg you every meal.

The only time you spoke was when you visited Rengoku's brother and father. You were kind and gentle to the boy and he adored you, even in your broken state. You had that effect on people.

He watched you carefully. He made sure you didn't leave his sight for too long, your scent was so distressed, he didn't know what you would do. Nezuko could sense it too, tears would fall from her eyes when she buried her face into your stomach and chest.

Inosuke was quieter, also grieving, and Zenitsu would refrain from making lustful jokes about you. It was strange, all of it.

The five of you are staying at the butterfly mansion to heal. You lay in bed, way too early to be asleep and Tanjiro comes in bringing a plate full of food. “Afternoon, Y/N. How are you feeling?” He asks softly and you turn toward him with a small, hurt smile.

“I'm okay,” The same answer as usual. He was fine with this answer, some days you would say, “I don't know”. Those were the roughest, the days you wouldn't eat for hours, where you didn't leave the bed. So, he was grateful for “okay”.

“I brought you food. Udon. Zenitsu bought it from the store nearby. It's really good. I think you'll like it.” You stare at the food for a long period of time in silence. “Please eat. For me?”

“Okay.”

He sighs and sits down in front of your body. “Thank you. I'll leave it here, alright?” He pauses to wait for a response. A slight nod. “Okay, great. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Sleep well.”

He stands up, but your soft voice makes him turn around. “Tanjiro, do you want to hear what Kyojuro's last words were to me?” He did, desperately.

“If you are comfortable sharing with me.”

You go quiet for a long time, and Tanjiro thinks that you changed your mind. “You don't have to share, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “He told me that you were in love with me.” It's so quiet that he can barely hear it. His shoulders drop and his eyes widen. He stares unable to move, your glazed eyes keep him pinned. “He told me that I should marry you instead.”

He gulps. Thoughts flood his brain and he opens his mouth to speak, but he can't. He doesn't know what to do. The only thing he could manage to get out was, “W-Why?”

You turn around, staring at the ceiling instead. “You are kind. You can protect me. You are strong. I know why he said it Tanjiro, you are the best option for me.”

His world seems to flip. For months he internally begged for those words to come out, but now he doesn't know what to do. “Is this what you want?” If you are only going to try because Rengoku said so, he would still be happy honestly, but he doesn't want you to suffer.

Silence again. “I don't know. I love him Tanjiro, you know I do.” He ignores the pain in his heart. You turn toward him. “I want to try. I think he is right. I'll be yours. If you'll have me, of course.”

He stumbles forward, and kneels down next to your cot, before grabbing one of your hands. He leans forward in a bow, forehead touching the back of your hand. “I’ll have you. I promise to protect you with my life, Y/N. I won't make that mistake again. I won’t let you get hurt.”

You smile at him and use your other hand to pat his head. You let out a small laugh, and Tanjiro looks up hopeful. This was your first laugh since his passing. “I'm not completely useless Tanjiro, y'know I am a demon slayer.” And you were teasing him. This had to be a good sign.

He nods his head. “Yeah of course! I was just saying, just in case.”

“I know. But Tanjiro…” You drop your hand and he hums, waiting patiently on the floor next to you. “I want to go slow. I just don't think I am going to be in the right headspace for a while. I'm sorry.”

“Of course! I understand completely! Don't feel sorry Y/N, I am willing to wait years if I have to.” You smile softly at him and he presses a soft kiss to your hand before standing up. “Okay, enjoy your meal Y/N! I will be in my room, call me if you need anything.”

When he walks out of the room, he is blushing like a maniac. He walks to his room with wobbly legs, not believing this is real. He knows he shouldn't be thinking like this, especially because you are still so hurt over Rengoku, but he can't help it. He has been waiting for this.

He vows to treat you as well, or maybe even better than the flame Hashira, for Rengoku's last request. And maybe for his own personal needs as well.

You were right, it was a slow process. You guys have been “dating” for a month and there has not been much progress. The two of you haven't even kissed yet.

He wasn't upset about it. If Tanjiro was anything, he was a patient man.

What was more important was your mourning process. He has been with you every single day, on the days that are easier he talks to you about it, and on the days that are harder, he holds you. He tells you how he misses the man too, and he hopes it makes you feel less alone.

He doesn't stop his missions, making one or two-day trips with Zenitsu and Inosuke, leaving Nezuko with you just in case. She provides you with comfort, whenever he comes home late he always finds the two of you curling up next to you.

After a month, you have been leaving the house to go outside. The first time he sees you in broad daylight, he smiles so wide, that you were forced to smile back. “How are you? Are you feeling alright?” He presses and you hold onto his hand. Another thing that the two of you were allowed to do. He loves it.

“I'm doing good.” Not just okay. Good. After two months of grieving, you are beginning to recover. He was unbelievably grateful.

You began to get back into training, with Tanjiro guiding you. You began to eat more and sleep less. You began to laugh and smile again.

And the two of you were doing perfect. He almost passes out the first time you sit on his lap mid-conversation with Inosuke. The boar left the room immediately and you lean your head on Tanjiro's chest and gaze up at him. “Can you sleep next to me tonight? I feel so alone.”

He blushes. “Yeah, of course! Do you want to ask anyone else too?”

“Just you.” He goes silent, wrapping his arms around your frame, and nods. His face is burning up, but by god, he is so unbelievably happy.

That night was the first night you kissed him. It was soft, just a small goodnight peck, but even so, Tanjiro brought his fingers to his lips in pure awe.

He lays in a cot next to yours and stares. He can't help it. He is in awe of the whole situation. He never thought that this would truly happen. He thought this fantasy would remain in his dreams.

But of course, not everything is sunshine and rainbows.

He wakes up in the middle of the night to hear your sobs. Your eyes were closed. You were having a nightmare. “Don't go. Please don't go.” He hears you mumble. He quickly shakes you awake, and your eyes fly open in fear.

This was when everything all began. Maybe if he stopped it earlier it wouldn't have progressed. But how could he if this is what you needed?

You cling onto him, sobbing into his neck. “Kyojuro. Oh, Kyojuro, you're here, you're here. Kyojuro!”

He freezes in place. Were you still dreaming? “No, Y/N, it's Tanjiro,” He says softly near your ear.

The sobs don't stop. You shake your head. “I missed you! How could you leave me all alone!”

He gulps, closing his eyes, as you tremble on him. He hates seeing you like this. You must be dreaming, so he should do what he promised to do. Protect you. “I'm here. I know, I know. I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to leave you. Shhh. You're safe, I'm not going anywhere.”

“Oh, Kyojuro. Kyojuro.” As each name falls from your lips he feels his heart getting stabbed. He holds you tightly, rocking your body back and forth hopefully lulling you to sleep. He can't take much more of it, especially since he thought things were going so well.

You do fall asleep, still clinging on to him and the second he senses your rhythmic breathing he lets the tears fall into the night.

He expected you to have another one of those days when you woke up. The days when you don't leave the bed. But it was quite the opposite, you seemed to be more ecstatic than you were in days. Training with Inosuke, teasing Zenitsu, and hanging off of himself.

Maybe what he did was right. It helped put you to sleep, now you are well rested. It helps with recovery.

“Kyojuro!” Everyone freezes when they hear your calling. You are running toward him back from training, as he sits on the steps of your porch. He stares at you with a blank face when you approach him, slightly panting from the run. You quickly kiss his cheek, and grin at him. He touches the spot with his hand, completely shocked. You have never done that to him. “Tanjiro, why didn't you respond to my call? I know you could hear me!”

He must have heard you wrong. He was thinking about last night too much and it got his mind all strange. “Oh! Sorry, I was a little distracted. What's up, Y/N.”

“Just wanted to say hi to my fiance.” His eyes go wide and he blushes. He grabs the back of his neck nervously.

“O-Oh. Fiance? I assumed we were just….dating.” Of course, he has daydreamed about being your fiance the second you asked to try being in a relationship with him, but he assumed not due to you wanting to take it slow.

You cock your head to the side. “Of course, we are not dating. Do you…not want to be engaged to me anymore?” Your tone drops and he quickly stands up.

He shakes his hands in front of his face. “No! I love being engaged to you!” And just like that, your smile is back. He heaves a sigh of relief and smiles in return.

You pull him down to sit next to you on the steps and cling to his arm. He blushes profusely, due to your proximity, but tries not to squirm. “So, tell me about your flame breathing.”

He furrows his eyebrows and looks down at you. “You mean the discovery of my sun breathing?”

You blink at him and then laugh. “Oh yeah! Silly me, tell me about it.”

He blacks out talking to you about it, the whole time thinking about last night, what he had heard today, and now this. Was he going insane? Was his own jealousy of Rengoku causing this? He doesn't know and doesn't understand it.

But, honestly, he doesn't mind it. Even if he may be going a little crazy, he now has you, and that's all that matters.

Every night you seem to have that dream. You always wake up, cling onto him, and call him “Kyojuro”. He learns quickly that if he plays into the role it makes it end quicker. Besides, he enjoys having your warmth around, and in these moments you finally kiss him. For real, not a peck on the mouth or cheek.

Of course, he has kissed you for real, with you calling him by his real name, but in these moments he swears it's more passionate. Desperate even. He knows what he is doing is wrong and every morning he feels guilty for it, but he can't seem to stop. He loves the fact that he is not the only desperate one in the relationship.

He had tried once, truly. But when he kept denying his identity you would get angry. You would throw anything near you in your half-sleep state and threaten him. The only way to calm you down was to reassure you that he was Kyojuro, and he will always be with you. He never tried to deny you again.

But he was fine with it, in the morning you had no memory of it. Plus, you only accidentally call him that a couple of times. And you always end up calling him “Tanjiro” the next time. So really, it's fine.

You are currently in between one of your missions, and you guys were resting for the night. The last mission had gone well, in fact, you did what he missed so much. You clung to his kimono when a particular demon scared you. It was adorable, and just what he needed to end the creature in a heartbeat.

Now, Tanjiro lays his head in your lap, with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face. You are playing with his hair gently. “I think you should grow your hair out, Tanjiro.”

He opens his eyes and smiles. He pretends it's simply because you like long hair on men, not because of Rengokus' hair. “Hmm? You think so?”

“Yeah. You have such nice hair, Kyo”

He doesn't even flinch now. “It's Tanjiro, Y/N.”

“Hm? Yeah, I know, that's what I said,” You respond with a furrowed brow. He sighs, and nods, knowing best not to argue.

But he doesn't mind it that much. You know who he is really, and that's all that matters.

A couple of weeks go by and it's gotten worse. You call him by Rengoku's first name more than his real name. Now, everyone seems to notice. You guys can't go anywhere without causing some confusion with someone. He tells them his name is Tanjiro and you call him Kyojuro. It's bound to cause confusion.

He brushes it off. Besides being called by Rengoku's first name is a compliment.

Zenitsu and Inosuke have been getting upset at you. You don't understand why. He always saves you from the interrogation from his friends. He is protecting you like he promised both you and Rengoku.

After all of this, the only thing that actually upsets him now is when you call Nezuko, Senjuro. Rengoku's younger brother's name. That was the first fight the two of you had. You denied and denied that you called her that, but he knows you did. He heard the sad growl that slipped from her muzzle.

The two of you ignored one another until you had that dream. Like usual he lets you latch onto him and call him Kyojuro all you want. He kisses you deeply in the night.

You don't call her that as much.

But Tanjiro was fine. He didn't mind it. He had you, and that's all that matters.

“Kyojuro!” You call from across the meadow. A pit stop from your next mission.

He puts on his role in less than a heartbeat. He was so accustomed to it, it was like second nature to respond to Kyojuro, almost as if it was a nickname.

“I'm right here, Y/N!” He yells in response, a grin on his face. You come sprinting over and you jump on him. He twirls you around in a hug and the two of you laugh, foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, Tanjiro,” You murmur. The first time you have called him by his real name in days.

His cheeks flush and he smiles. “I love you too, Y/N. My beautiful wife,” He responds, before pressing his lips onto yours.

You called him his real name in the moments that matter. That's all he needed.

Besides, he was happy. He has what he wanted for so long, you. He would be your ex-fiance for you, the stars or the sun if you wished him to be. He would be whoever you want him to be, as long as you're here with him.

#fics #tanjiro kny #kny fanfic #tanjiro kamado #x reader #female! reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro angst #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro x you #demon slayer tanjiro #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer fic #demon slayer fanfic #kny x reader #kny x y/n #angst #fem! reader #fem!reader

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(hey when did you change pfp?)

do you think there is any point in including Vi in the odyssey setting? Perhaps keeping her as a cop, but inversing their hero/villain dynamic from the base game?

It's a good question! Jinx in Odyssey isn't the same tragic Broken Bird she is in base League - for one thing she has had a long career as a mining engineer, mostly losing her jobs on accident, not on purpose. So consummately I would expect her home life and relationship with a potential Vi to be very different too.

Maybe she's a bounty hunter, or a boxing champion? Or, hell, maybe she runs a bar on a space station somewhere that she inherited from Odyssey Vander, and only gets the gloves out to play bouncer when she needs to.

So maybe if Vi shows up in the story, it's because she's heard Kayn is after Jinx and he's an imperial officer, so Vi is like "POWDER IS IN DANGER, I'VE GOT TO FIND HER!!!" and hitchhikes in the first space truck that will take her.

Vi and Kayn and the Morning Star crew all Scooby Doo chase each other across the galaxy, constantly meeting up and getting separated before they can each explain their situation to each other, comedy ensues, Vi shows up just in time to save Jinx at the last moment during the final battle, heartwarming sisterly love, etc etc roll credits

#tb answers #league of legends #odyssey jinx #odyssey league of legends #jinx lol #vi lol #vi and jinx

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advice seeker

(small blurb in daisy’s au featuring some sisterly love for luke)

quinn had daisy asleep on his chest. it was her nap time and for an eight-month old she was exhausted after you had been working on crawling and pulling herself up.

you phone next to you started buzzing with a call, luke’s contact popping up. you showed quinn before answering, “hi luke, daisy is asleep.” he usually only called to talk to daisy. “i, uh, actually wanted to talk to you.”

your eyebrows furrowed together as quinn looked over at you, wanting to know if his youngest brother was okay. “are you alright luke? quinn is next to me, do you need to talk to him?”

“i would rather just talk to you about this. if that’s alright.”

you stood and left quinn clueless on the couch as you made your way into the bedroom to take the call privately. “i’m scared,” luke stated. “about what?” you frowned.

“i’m leaving michigan once my season ends. i’m going to jersey and it all became real last night. they keep talking about it on broadcasts. jack is asking if i’m sending stuff over to his place already. i don’t know if i’m ready. what if i mess up or something?!”

you felt bad. luke was barely an adult, of course he would be scared about all this stuff happening so fast. “luke, honey, listen to me. you’re not going to mess up. you’re a great hockey player. you’re not going into this alone. you have jack and quinn on your side to help you. they’re not going to let you make a wrong decision or leave you to your own devices,” you explained softly.

“and you’re going to be able to see your friends again! over breaks and even playing against them. it will all be okay. i can’t imagine how overwhelming this is. but i promise you’re going to be fine. maybe daisy and i can come out to see your first game in the nhl!” you reassured him.

luke felt better. it was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t his parents or brothers about this whole situation. “thanks (y/n). i would love to have you and daisy at my first game. i appreciate you a lot,” luke spoke. “when she wakes up, i can call you back so you can talk to daisy if you want?” you suggested. “actually can you and i keep talking? i need some more advice on things…”

#daisy’s au!

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badassturtles235147 · 4 months

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TMNT Strongest Couples

Number Three: ShiniRai

Why Karai and Shinigami are the third strongest couple in TMNT.

I know we don't see these two as a couple and for a while, I will admit, I didn't really see these two as a couple but rewatching the show, I now see signs that say their relationship may have been more than a sisterly friendship and Nickelodeon just didn't want to do the lesbian thing.

(I don't care what you guys say, LeoRai, sucks! and I will continue to hate on it)

Moving on...

Now, we don't know much about Shinigami's character, (because Nickelodeon sucks about getting new characters more involved), but since the beginning, Shinigami has proven that she is Karai's ride or die.

Anything Karai says, Shinigami will do.

Shinigami respects Karai greatly, going so far as to call her, "Sensei or Senpai," and you can see in the picture, she sticks her tongue out at the turtles and April as they walked out, maybe because she did not like their attitude towards her Senpai.

Shinigami may take it a bit too far sometimes; she may not take things seriously and she may give villain vibes but her loyalty to Karai is clear and strong.

Shinigami will not listen nor care for anyone else but her senpai.

As for Karai, she seems to not trust anyone but Shinigami, not even Leo. She and Shinigami were very in sync and work very well together. Leo and Karai never came close, compare to them, and don't try to tell me another wise.

Also, I know we don't see it, but I think Karai let's a little crack in her armor, for Shinigami. She tells Shinigami more things than anyone.

Karai shows a lot of care towards Shinigami, she cares about her so much that...

Despite going down the vengeance path and wanting to take Shredder down as soon as possible, when Tigerclaw held Shinigami captive, Karai without hesitation gave herself up so Shinigami would be safe.

Karai is the type of person, to not let anything or anyone get in her way when the mind is made up, but she allowed Shinigami to get in her way in that moment, showing she has not fallen deeply into vengeance as many might think.

The path of vengeance is lonely, many will hate you for it and Karai no doubt feared that Leo, her father and the others would hate her, but she did not care. She was willing to sacrifice her chance at ever having a happy loving family, all for the sake to reach her goal and avenge her mother but...She did not sacrifice Shinigami nor will she ever.

Karai did not nor ever cared for herself; she does not care if she gets hurt or even dies but Shinigami...Karai was not willing to lose the only friend she has.

Unlike Leo, Shinigami is shown to be very supportive to Karai during her vendetta journey. Shinigami never questions or tries to change Karai.

Shinigami trusts Karai and though she may be reckless and careless at times, Shinigami did never cared, she only cared about helping Karai while also having fun doing it.

Leo on the other hand, was always trying to lead Karai, telling her what was right and wrong, trying to fix her but Karai does not need fixing, she just needed to be understood and someone who supported her choices, and Shinigami is that person.

Shinigami will never try to change her friend or her choices. She knows that Karai has been through a lot and just needed to find her own way.

Shinigami has no problem with vengeance, she is literally down for anything, but she does seem to care more about fun than Karai.

When Shredder shows up, in all his mutated armor glory, it is the first time that we ever see Shinigami truly angry. Shinigami loves Karai so much, that the thought of anyone hurting her just sets her off.

"I will destroy you, monster! For everything you have done to Karai!"

Karai no doubt told Shinigami everything that Shredder had done to her. Shredder may have not been Shinigami's enemy and he may have not done anything to her, but he was Karai's enemy and he had hurt her, in a lot of ways. Therefore, he was Shinigami's enemy, and she was ready to kill him.

Shinigami is very protective of Karai as she is of her. She never leaves Karai hanging and always has her back. The moment Shredder threw Karai, Shinigami did not hesitate to try and kill him, and the moment he tried to kill her in return, Karai got so angry, she turned into her full mutant form and tried to kill him too.

First this man takes her mother, then her chances at a happy childhood, her humanity, tries to take her father, and now he just tried to take the only person who Karai has ever shown care and love towards.

Karai was so determined to not let him take another thing from her, especially Shinigami that she gave herself up again.

(BTW, I hate it how they constantly made Karai the damsel in distress the whole season. Like....why? Didn't we get enough of that on season 2 and 3!)

When Karai almost dies by Shredder, it is the first time we see Shinigami truly afraid. I would not say that she is exactly fearless but she seems to like the feeling of fear, the adrenaline rush but not when it comes to losing Karai.

It shows you that Karai was more than just a friend to Shinigami, she is everything to her.

And during their battle with Tatsu, when Shinigami got badly hurt, Karai showed so much guilt and regret.

Why she went after Tatsu?

Who knows! Maybe she was scared that he would come after her since she is trying to take Shredder's place, so she went after him first, but it almost cost Shinigami's life. The life she cares about most in the world, even more than her own.

However, even after she almost died more than once, Shinigami still sticks around and helps Karai.

In conclusion, these two clearly have and share a special bond, one that they deeply tressure. They always have each other's backs and trust each other deeply.

In the Foot, Karai was raised to never trust anyone, to always expect betrayal but Shinigami...she never doubts and Shinigami cares about Karai so much that she would die for her, if she asked.

Hamato Yoshi and Tang Shen RenetAngelo

RaMona LeoRai (Worst!)

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#tmnt 2012 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt karai #tmnt shinigami #tmnt ShiniRai

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As much as I like Anna and Kristoff, I definitely agree that her and Hans could've been something great that showed how sometimes people who were neglected growing up can rush into the first positive relationship they have because in their minds, not only are they finally getting the love they've craved but the other person feels the same way. And they could've both realized over the course of the movie, neither of them really know each other at all to be making such a big move, and deciding by the end that they do like each other, but they should slow it down more until they figured things out, or, I don't know, broken up because they realized they weren't actually in love, they'd just been mistaking platonic affection for romantic.

I just feel like it was such a waste to completely change his character at the end to be a twist villain. Like, we'd only ever seen him be a good person with plenty of opportunities to steal the throne if he wanted and he didn't seem to be faking with Anna in the first half of the movie. He just kinda seemed to have the same problem of jumping into a relationship with the first person he had a connection with because of how he grew up. How he acted after the kiss felt like a completely different person, and I feel they could've still kept in sisterly love unfreezes the heart instead since maybe the true love's kiss wouldn't work because they barely knew each other.

👆🏻

And now that we’re getting Frozen 3 and 4, there’s not one but two chances for Hans to return and for the writers to salvage his story. I mean, he was suppose to be in Frozen 2, but that got scrapped. So who knows?

I doubt it, since Disney is clearly too embarrassed by his existence, but there’s a chance.

But this counts for Kristoff too. We barely have any backstory on him, and he’s one of the main characters! Where did he come from? How did he meet Sven? Where the heck were his parents?! There’s still so much to explore about him and his relationship with Anna, and the writers really need to take that chance.

#answered ask #toaverse answers #frozen #hans westergaard #kristoff bjorgman

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Where does the Fushiguro name come from?

As seen in the last episode, Megumi not being named Zenin but Fushiguro is something of great importance to Toji. For Megumi too but unlike his father, he didn't grow up as a Zenin and consequently lacks the bad associations (the curse?) with that name.

There is a bit of a debate though from which mother the name comes from.

Dialogue in Hidden Inventory points to Tsumiki's mother.

We know that Kong Shiu had visited Toji when Megumi was an infant, so that dialogue about marrying and changing his surname could only be about Tsumiki's mother, but

Gege has called Megumi's mother things like "Fushimama" or "Mamaguro", pointing towards her as the originator of the name, and also

Having the name connected to Megumi's own mother instead of his stepmother makes more sense in the narrative as Tsumiki's mother is a non-entity in the story

After thinking about this for a while, I've come to the conclusion that "Fushiguro" really does come from Toji's second wife and Tsumiki's mother. But we need an explanation for this:

Calling Megumi's mother "Mamaguro" isn't so strange when you consider that Gege only refers to Megumi as Fushiguro just like nearly everyone else in the manga.

With that in mind, it makes sense that "Fushimama" and the like is only a portmanteau of "Fushiguro's Mother". It's not meant to infer what her surname was, just what her son's name is.

Still, it doesn't feel like Tsumiki's mother should have given that name to Megumi because of how unimportant she is in the story. There are 66 works on Ao3 about her and in every single one of those fics including mine she's an OC because there is nothing to her character.

On the other hand, Megumi's mother is extremely important for Toji and for Megumi's past. So how can we reconcile this? What did Gege think when he set these relationships up? Let me tell you, I only came up with that answer while thinking of making this post and it changed my conclusion of it.

The Fushiguro name doesn't have maternal weight in the narrative but a sisterly one.

The name is not about Tsumiki's mother or Megumi's mother, it's about Tsumiki.

Yes, Tsumiki wasn't much more than a prop for Megumi's story until now and it would be extremely disappointing if that doesn't change in the future but Tsumiki can very well still have an important role to play.

Megumi's story isn't over yet and when the manga goes back to him and his struggles, Tsumiki will be the first person he thinks about. Maybe her presence will only return in Megumi's mind or in flashbacks or the theory that Tsumiki's soul is currently residing in Sukuna's new weapon is true and she will be an active character.

But in the end, Megumi and the narrative will reaffirm that Megumi left the Zenin name and the Zenin clan and their curse behind. When Megumi talked to Toji, he simply answered him with his name without thinking much of it.

But when he'll come back to fight Sukuna, "Fushiguro" will carry the weight of Megumi's and Tsumiki's love for each other and maybe even Toji's if Megumi realizes just who that man was and what kind of role he had played in his childhood.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #toji fushiguro #mamaguro #meta

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And John had another big secret. There is a place where hunters gather, and it's run by an old friend of his. Kripke reveals how that storyline came about. "Very frankly, we had a note come down from the mysterious and unnamed powers that be, that they wanted the boys to have a way-station. They wanted to develop a place where we could see familiar faces, where they could go and maybe pick up a case, or pick up information, etc. So we took the note and we considered it, as we always do And Bob Singer had this notion that I really liked, which was, 'What if it's like the cantina in Star Wars? What if it's a place where dangerous things happen and dangerous people cross paths? That's a really intriguing idea. And from there came the roadhouse. Then we had to populate it…

"We felt we'd spent so much time with the father son relationship, we wanted to see what a mother-daughter relationship looks like in this world, because we always try to make the story about family. So this idea came about for Ellen and Jo," Kripke continues, explaining the genesis of the Harvelle women. "Everyone would have expected that Ellen had some fling going on with John, so we didn't want to go there We wanted them to have a true and honest platonic friendship, but we also had to explain why John never told the boys about the roadhouse. And hence this terrible backstory of how John got Ellen's husband killed.

"Ellen brought a maternal energy for our world, which the boys have never had before, which I found was really interesting. Like a lioness, which is tough and badass and You touch my children, I will kill you.' Samantha Ferris really brought that character to life. She was everything you wanted the character to be - she was nuanced and complex and tough, yet beautiful and feminine.

"Jo was originally introduced to be a love interest for Dean," says Kripke, confirming fan speculation. "And there was supposed to be this growth of this character who rebelled against her mother and went off to be a hunter, and you could see this person harden and toughen as the season went on, which we actually ended up executing, but not the way we'd expected. I thought Alona Tal did an amazing job. She was likable and charming-everything she was supposed to be and more. I think we did her a disservice by misconceiving the character. We wrote her as an innocent girl who wanted to be a hunter, and that gave her this energy of leaping before she looked and doing all these things that Dean wouldn't necessarily spark to. She was just so enthusiastic and so girl-next-door about her approach to hunting. In hindsight, Dean wouldn't be attracted to that character- he'd be attracted to Jennifer Garner's character from Alias. He'd be attracted to someone who walked in the door, slaughtered everybody and walked out, and then he would say, 'Who's that? Alona played it beautifully, but the character wasn't playing as the love interest, she was playing as the little sister. And because that wasn't what we set out to do, and because we don't necessarily need a little sister character in our cast, unfortunately we phased out the character."

If the show's vocal Internet fans are representative of its general viewership, then it's safe to say the "little sister" character will not be missed. But Jo is not the only roadhouse denizen that didn't work out quite as planned. "Then we had the character [Ash.]"

[spn s2 companion, p. 14, 15]

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Jo's level of hunting experience wasn't the only element up in the air for Alona's first few episodes. "Eric Kripke had mentioned in the beginning that there was a possibility of making her a love interest [for Dean]," Alona confirms. "I adore Jensen Ackles. It would have been an honor and a pleasure…" But the direction the characters took produced a different chemistry onscreen. "We felt that there was tension between the characters. They made us very snappy toward each other, and that tends to come off as a brotherly-sisterly kind of relationship."

[spn s2 companion, p. 138]

Rob: So, at the end of this episode, we find out that your dad was killed doing battle with Jensen’s dad, right? With Sam and Dean’s dad. You remember that? (Alona: Yeah) Like on a hunting trip. And at first, I felt like we were gonna find out that you were like Sam and Dean’s, like Sam and Dean’s half sister or something. Cause, yknow, she was like– it’s something with John Winchester that I had this history with. So you’re thinking that maybe, yknow, your mom and their father had a relationship. Did you read– did you think that when you first read the script?

Alona: Honestly, I think that– If I remember correctly– again, because it was so long ago, I’m– there were a lot of life changes to this living thing called The Roadhouse crew, right? But when I first talked to Eric– to Kripke about it, he did say that I was… like a little– that that was a potential. That they were my– that I was like a little sister. (Richard: Oh!) Like a half-sister, and that we were gonna find out– that was something that could have happened. But they weren’t sure if it was gonna go there or potential love interest. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. I don’t remember if it was the network– somebody wanted it to be a love interest. But then, it would have been– He was amused by the thought of it being really [laughs] creepy– that they were going towards love interest and then finding out [laughs] that she’s a half-sister. I think it was a little too much for the network back then.

Rob: Yeah [laughs]

Richard: Shame on them.

Alona: Although, I thought it was a really– I mean, playing with a potential love interest, but never fully going there, and then finding out she was a half sister would have been a lot, would have been fun. Cause it would have led to this like “eughh” moment between them.

Rob: [laughs] It woulda been funny. Yeah, it woulda been funny

Alona: It would have been– it would have been really funny. (Rob: Yeah) A little ahead of it’s time perhaps, but um, but that never ended up happening, and neither did the love interest thing, so, yknow there’s that.

Richard: I kinda thought– I took the bait as a viewer, I thought you were gonna come out as a half sister. And I mean I know I probably would have known that, going to so many conventions, I would have heard that already, but nonetheless, watching the episode, I’m like, “Ohhh, they did– they did it, and they had a daughter, oh man.” [Rob laughs]

Alona: Yeah! Yeah! (Richard: So, fooled me) And it would have– that would have made perfect sense.

Richard: Yeah, yknow, Rob and I kind of bemuse– yknow, we think out loud a lot about what drives the decision making of writers, and lord knows we don’t know. But your character is one of the prime examples of “they could have gone so many different directions.” I mean like, and, and they could have been– there’s a parallel universe where you ended up being a regular on that show for fifteen seasons. Yknow what I mean? Like, your character, really is, uh, attached– and [the] Roadhouse could have become more of a home base set. Like, yknow, when you watch this season up now– yknow, later on they had [the] Men of Letters [bunker]– [the] Roadhouse, it definitely seemed like the one standing set the show had for a while.

Alona: It– I think that’s what it was supposed to be. I remember Eric mentioning that– I mean that, the character was supposed to go one for much longer– Jo and Ellen. It was– it was supposed to be that. And back then in what now it seems like the stone ages, there were the fan forums. [...] They had the cw forums, and fans would go on and they– I mean let’s not sugarcoat it– they hated my character.

[...]

Richard: And you were an obvious partner for Dean. Yknow what I mean– that rapport?

Alona: Yeah, especially like season two, that was– that was where it was going. And that– that was– she was brought in there, and I remember Eric telling me like, “You are the female version of him. So act, yknow, how cocky he walks around, and he has all this like, the bravado of the Dean character.” I tried to have a little bit of that in Jo without making it too obnoxious, and it just was– it backfired. [...] The response of the viewers was not what was intended, right? It wasn’t what was expected. It wasn’t what the writers, and the brilliant creator of the show were wanting, so they had to pivot. And that’s only me assuming. I wasn’t in the rooms, right, but the way it pivoted was so parallel to what they were writing that I can only assume that it was influenced by-- a show that really does listen to its fanbase– which is a good thing! For the show and for the fans. Not so much for me.

[spn then and now, 2x06, 16:30 - 24:00]

#long post #s2 companion #jo harvelle #the roadhouse #ellen harvelle #eric kripke #alona tal #spn then and now #this doesn't all necessarily gel together perfectly so i wanted it all in one post

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izthepup · 1 year

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Your Best Friend + Friends

———Kratos———

- Probably Mimir.

- Mimir likes to compliment you.

- You sometimes give Mimir riddles, he gives you plenty of them.

- Well, he compliments you mainly if he ever gets on Kratos's bad side.

- Freya is a close second.

- She helps you with some things that need magic.

- She gives you almost sisterly vibes.

- For you, Atreus is more like a little brother.

- With Atreus, you just.. hang out and talk.

- Not awkward.

- Once he almost called you Mom (or dad, if you're gender neutral then parent.)

- But yeah Atreus is a friend, too.

- Sometimes you might spoil him.

- Brok and Sindri

- It's fun just to chat

- You hang out at their place most often

———Freya———

- Kratos.

- Sometimes you two battle for the fun of it.

- Well, Kratos says for training, but he might have fun too.

- Also to teach him to give mercy more often.

- Surprisingly, he is close to you and Freya.

- He sorta reminds you of a big brother.

- SPEAKING OF BROTHERS,,,

- Freyr would be a friend.

- Well, once Freya made up with Freyr, yeah you guys were cool.

- In his sort of village, he got the light elves and dark elves to give you and Freya a discount if you guys ever bought anything.

- He tried to end the war but it didn't work

- But the elves did agree to giving you guys discounts if they don't attack you

- so that's cool

- Before tho?

- Mmmm yeah not really.

- Atreus too.

- With Atreus, you two sometimes hunt deer.

- Mimir would be that one annoying friend who you really like. Except he's pretty smart.

———Atreus———

- Probably Angrboda

- Atreus once had a crush on her

- Y'all cool now though, don't worry.

- Sometimes you race against each other

- Sometimes you ride on Atreus (like a horse)

- He has a tough time with you on him being a kinda small wolf

- Other times she lets you borrow wild animals

- "borrow" as in you have to tame them

- Kratos is sorta a friend

- Sometimes it's awkward

- Plenty of awkward silences

- Mimir is the one who strikes up conversation

- He's a good friend too

- "Ah, young love. Tell me again, how did you two fall in love?"

- Kratos gives Mimir a look

- Freya gives you cool aunt vibes mixed with big sister vibes

- Sindri and Brok

- You hang out with Sindri more

- Sometimes Brok does hang out but he sometimes teases or annoys you guys

- You two still like him though

———Mimir———

- Kratos

- duh

- You two train in battle sometimes

- He lets you stay in his house- or a little house he might help you build

- Atreus is also a friend

- He tries to teach you archery

- If you already know it you two practice archery

- Freya might be a friend as well

- She would just hang out

- Brok and Sindri

- Absolute greatest trio

- You hang out at their place the most

- Just talking is fun

- You shone light in Brok's eyes

- Probably Sindri's too

- "VENGENCE"

- "C'MON Y/N KNOCK IT OFF, I ONLY SHONE LIGHT IN THE OL' GOAT'S EYES ONCE"

- Sindri got you to stop

- Mimir finally got his vengence

- You and Brok like messing with Sindri every so often

- Maybe make an "accidental" mess, like a trail of mud or enemy blood for him to clean up

- Poor dude

———Sindri———

- Brok

- He annoys Sindri sometimes

- You love Brok like a brother

- He doesn't annoy you as much

- Kratos too

- Sometimes you literally put a welcome mat by his feet

- "Wipe your feet"

- He does it sometimes

- Other times he YEETS THE MAT- (Ahem) I mean

- "No."

- Mimir too, don't forget him

- He gives you and Brok riddles, sometimes Sindri too

- Atreus

- You once threw a snowball at him

- It turned into a snowball fight

- "QUICK SINDRI BEHIND THAT TREE-"

- "WHAT TREE IT'S MIDGARD WITH A GIANT FOREST AROUND US-"

- He got hit with another snowball

#godofwar #godofwarragnarok #gow #gowr #sindri #Freya #kratos #atreus #mimir #god of war scenarios #god of war ragnarok #God of war #gowr scenarios #scenarios #headcanons #alrightimtoolazytoputmoresorry #X reader

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lunatheseus · 9 months

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The lack of female friendship scenes in Harry Potter (and what I personally would suggest) - an investigation

One thing that I wished was different in the Harry Potter series is all of the girl to girl relationships! We need more scenes! We need to dive deeper into these relationships!

Exhibit A: Cho and Ginny's "rivalry"

They're both iconic and amazing in their own right, and I feel like they could have had such a great friendship!

Not only did they both absolutely kick ass in quidditch, they both risked their lives to join the Hogwarts war efforts! Cho was already graduated by the 7th book, but she chose to come back and help out! Ginny literally was one of the main leaders of Dumbledore's army!

The only reason why JK Rowling would make them rivals is because of Harry and how he liked Cho, but Ginny liked Harry? LIKE- GIRL- not the girls hating girls because of some GUY... seriously??

We need those scenes where they pat each other on the back after a quidditch match to congratulate each other on a good game. Female empowerment moment, yes? Maybe they show each other tips and tricks on their brooms.

There should be a scene where Cho teams up with Ginny during battle! Where they fight death eaters together!

Exhibit B: Hermione and Ginny's friendship

The only thing that bothers me about this one was that Hermione became friends with Ginny because they were forced to share a room as there was not more space in the Weasley Burrow. It was convenient. While I don't love that, it's ok, it makes sense logically.

There should be scenes where the two girls relate to each other, more scenes where they giggle about boys and talk about the latest books they've read. Maybe they can both complain about Ron and Harry to each other. They practically lived together for a while, so maybe we could get more scenes of them being more sisterly and having a sibling-esque relationship.

Exhibit C: Luna and Ginny's friendship

Correct me if I'm wrong but these two became friends shortly after Ginny was saved by Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. I feel like at that point, everyone kind of shunned/was scared of Ginny, and Luna was the only one who would talk to her. This is fine and all, but there's no in between fluff about how they built up their friendship from there.

We need more scenes where Ginny defends Luna from bullies, or when Ginny ditches her boytoy to comfort Luna. Maybe there's a scene where Luna misses her mom, and Ginny is there to talk it out with her! There is so much potential in this friendship! When Luna gets kidnapped, how does Ginny react?

Regardless, I know that there are other female friendships in HP (like the slytherin ones), but these three are probably the most relevant when it comes to the actual story.

Don't even get me started on how Molly, Hermione, and Ginny all hated on Fleur, or when Molly assumed Rita Skeeter's articles about Hermione being a player were true! Like- did none of the girls really have each other's backs?

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classickook · 2 years

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paper hearts (part three): round and round

pairing: stephen strange x widow!reader

summary: it looks like america has some more tricks up her sleeve…

warnings: mentions of injuries, swearing, i think that’s it?

word count: 4.3k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this one! please let me know what you think <3

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“i just don’t understand why he’s acting like this. one second he’s actually kind of… nice, i guess? and then the next, he’s practically kicking me off his doorstep. i mean, what is his deal?”

you were telling yelena about the disastrous events from the other day when you had been tricked into entering the sanctum and coming face-to-face with stephen after so many months apart. it was certainly a shock to your system, and you weren’t sure how you should be feeling about it. he was causing this niggling feeling in the back of your mind that wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried.

“he is a dickhead, that’s what.”

you snorted at yelena’s honest response. “you can say that again.”

the two of you were seated outside the compound, enjoying some fresh air after your training session earlier that morning. you were sporting a pretty nasty bruise on your ribs that ached every time you moved—or even breathed, for that matter—no thanks to your counterpart who had kicked you down and then elbowed you back onto the mat. you had gotten your revenge, of course. she was also sporting a bruise of her own that just so happened to be on her left cheekbone with a matching cut to her lip from where you had punched her in retaliation. just your average sisterly bonding activities.

“okay, i will,” she replied with a firm nod. “he is a dickhead and he does not deserve you. you should get over him, his head is so far up his own ass that he can’t even see straight.”

a boisterous laugh escaped you and you practically fell over from the force of it, but had to hold yourself back from the stabbing pain in your side. “woah, where did that come from? no need to sugarcoat it, yel,” you teased.

yelena actually looked rather pleased with her response. “what? it’s true! he paid no attention to you at all. he just strung you along the whole time, asking for your help all while he was pining over his ex-girlfriend, or whatever she was, and then ignoring you.”

well, she had a point. you had felt rather sloughed at the other sanctum, helping stephen and america on their journey throughout the multiverse up until the point where you had watched as he professed his love to christine that could transcend all universes. it annoyed you that it still bothered you so much. several months had passed and you knew that you should be over all of this by now, but some incidents in life tended to rear their ugly heads at the most inopportune moments, with this being one of them.

“come on, y/n,” she continued, reaching for your hand and forcing you to meet her eyes. “you’re so much better off without him. he doesn’t deserve you.”

you smiled at her sincerity. no matter what happened, yelena would always have your back and you didn’t know where you would be without her. in fact, you didn’t know where you would be without the others within the compound as well.

you had felt alone and cut off from the rest of the world practically your whole life, up until recently, that is. now you had yelena and america, bucky and sam, even kate and clint stopped by every now and again. with them, you felt a sense of camaraderie, community—even family; you’d never really had a family before. if it weren’t for this little group you found, you probably would’ve gone down a completely different path in life, and for that, you were eternally grateful that you had been welcomed into this family you could call your own. if only they had come into your life sooner, maybe things wouldn’t have been so bad for you over the years.

“thank you,” you replied, and you truly meant it. “i really needed to hear that.”

“of course you did. i’m full of knowledge and advice, that’s what i’m here for,” she said with a smug grin, “and to kick your ass, too.”

you snorted out a laugh. “who’s the one with a busted face right now?”

she rolled her eyes with a gentle shove against your shoulder. “whatever. i just hope you’ll be happy, sestra.”

“yeah,” you said thoughtfully. “i hope so too.”

you released the kickstand of your motorbike parked out front when you felt a vibration in the back pocket of your jeans, indicating an incoming phone call. pulling it out, you saw the caller id image of america’s smiling face peering up at you.

“hey, kiddo. i’m on my way to the school now.”

“actually…” she started and your movements faltered at the hesitation in her voice. “i was wondering if it was all right for me to take the bus from school today? a couple of friends invited me to go ice skating at this cool indoor rink that everyone raves about and i’ve never been before and i’d really like to give it a try—”

you smiled fondly as the teen rambled on. while she was always welcome to ride the bus, you had insisted that you pick her up and walk with her instead, worried that a bus ride wasn’t the safest method of transportation, and that she would be much more protected with you around. however, you understood that she wanted a normal high school experience with other kids her age, especially since she was new to public schooling and new york in this universe, and she was more than capable of portaling herself out if anything happened. you just worried, that was all.

“sure, america. did you check with wong or strange first?”

“yep! they both said it was okay, but i wanted to ask you too.”

your heart warmed at her inclination to include you in any ‘parental’ decisions that needed to be made. “absolutely, it’s fine with me. do you want me to get you after ice skating?”

“well… they also invited me for a sleepover afterwards. is that okay?”

you took a moment to think. it was friday after all, and the weekend was more than an appropriate time for a sleepover and you truly did want america to create lasting friendships and have fun. “of course it’s okay, i’m glad you’re making friends.”

“awesome! thank you, y/n!” you heard the faint cacophony of cheers from her friends on the other end of the line and grinned to yourself.

“no problem, kiddo. but you call me at any time if you want me to come get you, all right? doesn’t matter if it’s two o’clock in the morning, i’ll be there.”

“i will,” she promised. “hey, would you mind stopping by my room real quick to pick up some things for me?”

you gulped. her room was in the sanctum. the sanctum that stephen managed. that meant you might risk running into him. don’t be ridiculous, y/n. it’s not a big deal. you’re acting childish, you mentally scolded yourself.

“um… couldn’t you just portal to your room and pack up some things yourself? i don’t want to pick out the wrong clothes,” you said, coming up with any excuse you could to get you out of the situation. “for instance, maybe you want the purple pajama set i got you for your birthday, or maybe you’d rather just wear that old band t-shirt you like so much instead. see? i might be completely off here. i could totally pack the wrong things and you’d be mad at me.”

her muffled giggle indicated just how foolish you were being. “i wouldn’t be mad at you, y/n. they’re just clothes and it’s only for one night. besides, i can’t portal in public unless it’s an emergency, remember? people would see! i’m trying to remain inconspicuous here,” she whispered into the phone.

time to put on your big girl pants, you told yourself. sighing in defeat, you agreed, “okay, you’re right. i’ll do it.”

“thanks, y/n! you’re the best.”

“yeah, yeah.”

“oh, and y/n?”

“hmm?” you asked distractedly, already readjusting your seat on the bike and getting ready to head out for the sanctum.

“don’t worry about bumping into stephen while you’re there.” your stomach dropped. of course she saw right through you and at the truth behind your initial hesitance, you were about as obvious as the nose on your face. “he’s off in kamar-taj today so it’ll just be wong there.”

“who said i was worried?” you asked nonchalantly.

“y/n,” she deadpanned, “we’ve spent enough time together for me to know your tells by now, and you always freak out when someone mentions stephen around you.”

you gasped dramatically, “america chavez, you take that back right now!”

“can’t deny the facts, y/n. you like him.”

“i most certainly do not.”

you could hear the smirk in her voice. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“whatever,” you muttered. “where do you want me to leave your overnight bag?”

“just leave it on my bedroom floor and i’ll grab it real quick.”

“how? i thought you said you weren’t allowed to portal unless it was an emergency.”

“well… as long as it’s only for, like, two seconds, and it’ll only be my arm coming through! no biggie.”

“how will you explain to your friends that your bag just magically appeared out of thin air?” you challenged.

“i’ll run outside or something to get it and tell them that you dropped it off for me. they’ll be none the wiser.”

“you know, i should probably scold you for breaking the rules, but i have to give it to you, kiddo. that’s actually pretty clever, given the circumstances.” you paused. “don’t tell anyone i said that.”

“as long as you don’t tell stephen that i’m going to portal in public.”

“you really think i’m going to voluntarily tell him that?”

“can never be too careful,” she mumbled.

you chuckled lightly. “your secret’s safe with me, kiddo. i’m heading over there now. call me if you need anything, got it?”

“yes, ma’am,” she said seriously but a giggle followed soon after and she hung up the phone.

you flipped down the visor of your black helmet and revved the engine, speeding down the roadway out of the compound and onto the main road. thickets of trees bled into residential communities and public parks that later turned into mammoth buildings that grazed the clouds, their glassy surfaces reflecting the sunlight from every angle.

you wove in and out of lanes, shifting your body from side to side as you maneuvered your motorbike around scattered cars and taxis, but your bruised ribs were acting up and caused a sharp jab of pain to radiate down your side. huffing out a breath, you finally reached the main part of the city but turned down some familiar backroads that would lead to the sanctum. turning onto bleecker street, you saw the old brick building with ornate wrought-ironed balconies and intricate designs within the circular window up above. the sanctum really was quite beautiful, and maybe you would actually stay for a bit after bringing america back from school, if it weren’t for the infuriating sorcerer who lived inside. wong, you knew, was much more pleasant to be around; always one to offer tea and kind smiles to visitors. stephen, on the other hand, maybe not… at least, you hadn’t allowed yourself an opportunity to see if he would or not, always escaping before he could come downstairs and greet america in the foyer.

on a normal day, you would typically leave your motorbike parked on a side street between america’s school and the sanctum so you could walk between both places relatively quickly before driving back to the compound; however, without your usual companion and task of picking her up from school, there was no need to do so, instead, you parked alongside the curb that bordered the sanctum.

knocking down the kickstand, you removed your helmet and hung it around the handlebar before swinging your leg over and approaching the large double doors. you inhaled a deep breath and then pushed them open with ease. once again, you familiarized yourself with the interior of the sanctum but didn’t allow yourself to linger for too long; you wanted to get in and out as soon as possible just in case stephen decided to pop in unexpectedly.

there weren’t many bedrooms inside the sanctum that you could see, but the door with posters plastered to every inch of wood along with a cheeky sign that said do not disturb unless you have pizza somehow just screamed ‘america.’

you let yourself inside, weaving around a bean bag chair and bookshelves stacked high with an array of novels and comic books until you found her closet, pulling out some pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow.

stepping back out into the hallway to grab toiletries she would need, you bumped into stephen who was meandering about the sanctum and must have heard you rummaging around. so he was here after all and america had tricked you yet again. damn it. you cleared your throat as he approached. “strange, hi.”

“y/n… what are you doing here?”

you held up america’s overnight bag and shook it a bit as if that would clear up any confusion. “packing a bag for america. she’s spending the night at a friend’s house and asked me to get this ready for her. she told you about it, right?”

“she did,” he said, “but i wasn’t aware that you would be stopping by to collect america’s things in her stead.” he paused for a moment and then asked, “do you need any help?”

you were genuinely surprised by his offer. “oh. um… sure, i guess. could you tell me where her bathroom is?”

he led you down the hallway until you came upon a single bathroom with what could only be america’s belongings as you doubted stephen or wong used mascara, hairspray, and lip gloss on a daily basis. you gathered her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and nightly retainer that she despised wearing and neatly placed them all in her bag. zipping it up, you returned to her room and set it just inside the door so she could portal through and grab it. as you bent down, however, you felt a twinge of pain in your ribs where yelena had so lovingly kicked you earlier. you huffed out a strained breath and held your side as you stood up straight.

“what’s wrong?”

you turned around to find stephen standing off to the side, having watched your little display of discomfort. you felt a bit embarrassed but tried your best to brush it off, rolling your shoulders and facing him fully. his brow was slightly furrowed as his eyes scanned your body, looking for the reason for your reaction.

“oh, it’s nothing. just a little training mishap from earlier. i’ll be fine,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“you’re not fine,” he replied firmly yet you detected a hint of softness in his voice as well. “let me take a look at it.”

your eyes widened at his suggestion. no way in hell would you let him get that close to you, it seemed much too… friendly, intimate. you had managed to keep your distance from him, to a certain degree, up until a pesky multiverse-jumping teen happened to intervene with her own personal schemes for the two of you.

“no, really. i’ll be fine. it’s not like i’ve never been injured in a fight or on a mission before,” you reasoned.

“if simply bending over is causing you pain like that, it could indicate that your ribs are broken.”

once a doctor, always a doctor. “okay, fine,” you sighed in defeat.

“take a seat,” he said as he conjured a wooden stool out of thin air to rest in front of you.

you followed his directions and sat down, trying your hardest to hide just how uncomfortable you felt, and it wasn’t because of the stool.

“may i?”

you rolled your eyes but lifted your shirt enough for him to view the purpling bruises covering your side, tucking the fabric under the band of your bra so it would stay out of the way for now.

goosebumps formed as you felt the warmth of his breath brush against your skin when he leaned in closer to you and surveyed your injuries, and you sincerely hoped he didn’t notice. his cerulean eyes took on an intensely-focused gaze, forehead creasing in concentration as he assessed your injuries. such a doctor. he ran his thumb along your ribs, the rough calluses scraping slightly but not uncomfortably, as he applied just enough pressure to make you flinch. “that’s what i thought. two of your ribs are broken.”

“great,” you sighed as you pulled your shirt back down.

he returned to his full height and fixed you with a look, his features serious and leaving no room for argument. “they should heal on their own within three to six weeks. until then, make sure you rest and ice it regularly, take ibuprofen as needed.” you nodded along up until he added, “and no more riding that death trap of a bike.”

“what? how am i supposed to get around?”

“if you hope to heal anytime soon, you need to take it easy,” he replied firmly. “have someone drive you or get an uber if you really need to.”

you pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger. whatever, you would agree with him just to get out of here and then you would return to life as normal; what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“okay… then what about my bike for now? it’s parked out front and i can’t just leave it here overnight. someone might steal it.”

“what bike?” he asked with a quick snap of his fingers.

your eyes narrowed at him. “what did you do?”

“returned your bike home for you,” he shrugged as if it was obvious. “looks like you’ll need another form of transportation for the evening and i just so happen to have a sling ring right here that can take you wherever you want.” he wiggled his fingers to better emphasize his point, the tarnished gold ring sat snug around his index and middle fingers.

as if you needed any further proof other than the fact that a sorcerer stood in front of you and who you had seen wield magic many times now, you still peered out the window to confirm that, yes, your motorbike had indeed magically disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. you turned back to him and arched a brow. “all right, i’ll give. considering i don’t really have any other choice, thanks to you.”

“i’m glad we were able to come to an agreement,” he replied with a self-satisfied smirk. “now, if you’re ready?”

“sure,” you exhaled, lifting your hands in surrender. “beam me up, scotty.”

stephen looked down as he twisted the sling ring around his fingers and you almost missed the way his lips twitched into a smile. “not quite how it works, but i suppose the intent is similar.”

his scarred hands swirled around in a circular motion until an outlining of golden sparks sizzled in front of you, and within that little portal window was a glimpse of the entrance to the compound. he had ‘walked’ you home, so to speak, right up to your doorstep. you hesitantly stepped out, not entirely knowing how portal-travel worked, and eyed your surroundings as you jumped from one part of the city to another within seconds. there was a sort of tingling sensation, not unpleasant, that kissed your skin as you passed through and landed safely at the front door. you turned back to see stephen still standing on the other side of the portal, watching your reaction in amusement.

“thanks for walking me home, doc,” you said with an easy grin.

his lips lifted at the corners into an almost-smile. “you’re welcome.”

nodding at him in dismissal, you started to reach for the door handle when his soft voice reached your ears and stopped you in your tracks. “wait.”

here we go again, you thought, thinking back to the last time he had bid you farewell. but he surprised you with different parting words this time.

he hesitated slightly before offering you a quiet “see you around, y/n” and promptly stepped back as the portal closed, your response dying on your lips now that he had vanished without a trace.

or maybe not…

as the golden sparks flickered out, a small piece of paper floated to the ground where stephen had stood just moments before. bending down to grab it, you noticed a series of numbers written in chicken scratch, as if the writer was in a hurry. your brows furrowed in confusion until realization washed over you: it was a phone number.

your eyes scanned the number over and over until you practically memorized it, then placed it in your jean pocket as you walked inside the compound. you made a quick stop to the kitchen and grabbed an icepack from the freezer and came upon sam and bucky who were seated around the table and arguing over the difference between sorcerers and wizards, for some odd reason. how fitting, you thought, considering who had just dropped you off.

pulling yourself up the staircase and breathing out a curse with each step as pain radiated up your side, you reached the comfort of your bedroom and heaved yourself onto your neatly-made bed, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn’t irritate your ribs any further. you wrapped the icepack in a thin towel and placed it on your swollen ribs, wincing at the contact.

you laid there for who knows how long before an idea popped in your head. reaching inside your pocket, you pulled out the paper from earlier and internally fought with yourself over what you should do. you figured you might as well try to be friends with stephen because clearly avoiding him wasn’t working out too well for you, thanks to america’s endless schemes. and it seemed almost kind of sweet that he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable, instead, he had offered you his number and left the decision up to you whether you would reach out to him or not.

you huffed out a breath. what’s the worst that could happen? it was just a bit of harmless texting. at least it would pass the time before you turned in for the night.

is the doctor in? you texted.

a few moments later, you saw the familiar speech bubble of three dots that indicated he was currently typing.

that depends… who’s asking?

your favorite patient, of course.

hmm… do you have an appointment?

you rolled your eyes as you typed out a response. i would assume so. he did provide me with his personal number, after all.

you must be pretty important, then.

i suppose so, though i’m not sure why he gave it to me. i didn’t really think we were that close.

maybe this is his attempt at reaching out.

you swallowed around the lump in your throat. what did he mean by that? was he being serious or was this just part of the game? maybe… you typed out, not knowing how else to respond.

a few moments passed before his speech bubble popped up. how’s the injury doing?

icing it as we speak.

good. and i meant what i said earlier, no more riding that bike for at least three weeks. he ended his statement with an angry face emoji and you choked out a laugh.

aye aye, captain, you replied.

his only response was an eye-rolling emoji. you laughed again and had to press a pillow down on your ribs to keep from injuring them further.

maybe stephen wasn’t such a stick in the mud after all.

i guess i better turn in for the night and get some rest, you texted. doctor’s orders.

you saw the three dots pop up and then disappear a few times until you finally got a response. goodnight, y/n. sleep well.

“looks like someone wasn’t being truthful yesterday,” you said as america stepped outside her friend’s house the following morning, shielding her eyes against the sun as she approached you.

“who, me?”

“you would be the one i’m referring to, yes. you said strange wouldn’t be there but guess who i happened to bump into?”

“oh, did i say that?” she smacked her forehead. “i meant wong would be going to kamar-taj for the day, i must have gotten their schedules mixed up. my mistake,” she said simply.

you quirked a brow at her. “i’m on to you, chavez.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes.

“mhmm.” you grabbed her bag and plopped it in the backseat of the car you had borrowed from sam until you could get back on your bike again. america hopped in the passenger seat and waited for you to walk around the front and sit behind the wheel. she looked like an excited puppy, practically bouncing in her seat as she gazed over at you.

“soooo… what did you two talk about?” she asked, resting her hand on her chin.

rolling your eyes, you pushed her face away from you and started the ignition. “not cool, kid. you’re going to pay for that little trick of yours.”

america leaned back in her seat and faced forward, but as you looked across the console at her, you saw that she was still beaming.

what the hell was she up to…?

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