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triptuckers · 4 months

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bonfire - percy jackson

Request: yes! "Hey I was just wondering if you could make a Percy Jackson x gn reader where the reader had a crush on Percy for a while and was jealous of annabeth only to find out Percy felt the same" Pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader Summary: you've got a crush on percy, but it looks as if he only has eyes for annabeth. you try to keep your distance, but it's hard and percy notices you're absent Warnings: jealousy, angst Word count: 1.5K A/N: happy new year!! sadly I went into the year with my tiktok account getting banned because they think I'm 13?? all I do is post silly little pjo videos but apparently its not okay so now I have to start over :( thanks for your request, enjoy!

you wonder if your life would be different if you were more like annabeth.

you're looking at her right now, as she's talking with her team. you know you can't win capture the flag from her. she's too smart. always analysing, always calculating everything that can go wrong and then preventing it.

percy is also looking at annabeth.

he's on her team, after all.

you're trying to listen as clarisse, your team captain, explains her new plan to your team. but you're only hearing half of what she's saying. you're far too focused on percy as he smiles at annabeth while she's talking to him.

you can tell he likes her. and it's not like you hadn't tried to let it go.

you had tried to push your feelings away, to ignore them, nothing worked. when you saw percy chatting with annabeth, you felt a little jealous.

soon your crush on percy and with it, your jealousy of annabeth, started to grow. so you decided if nothing worked, you'd distance yourself from percy.

it hurt, especially since percy was happy to spend his time with annabeth instead of you. at first, he would still invite you to spend time with him. but after you kept declining his offers, he eventually stopped asking you.

you tried not to show anyone how upset you were. maybe it would get easier with time. it's clear to you percy prefers annabeth over you.

on top of it all, you lose capture the flag yet again. you're forced to sit on the sidelines with your team, listening to clarisse tell you everything that went wrong. in the distance, you can see percy and annabeth celebrating their win with the rest of the team.

you tell yourself it's just a game and that you don't care their team won. maybe if you tell yourself it enough times, you might believe it.

when you're walking back to the cabins to put away your armor and weapons, you hear someone call your name behind you.

you turn around and see percy jogging to catch up with you.

you hate the way your heart still skips a beat when you see his eyes and quick smile.

'good game!' he says, stopping in front of you.

'hi percy.' you say.

'hi.' he says with a smile. gods, he's going to be the death of you one day.

'congrats on winning. again.'

'thanks! annabeth had this amazing plan.'

'athena kids, huh?' you mumble, trying not to show your disappointment at how it only took a couple of seconds for percy to bring up annabeth in the conversation.

'you busy tonight?' he says.

you look up at him. surely he wouldn't?

'not really. why?' you say.

'there's a bonfire tonight. want to come?' says percy.

'yeah, that sounds good.' you say. you could never say no to him.

sitting at the bonfire, you hadn't done that in a while. ever since you decided to try and distance yourself from percy, you missed out on things you knew he would be present at.

'great! it was annabeth's idea to host one, see you tonight!' says percy, waving at you and taking off again, headed towards his own cabin.

you just stand there. of course it was annabeth's plan, of course she'd be there as well.

as you walk to your cabin, you're not sure you can stand watching them together all night after watching them win capture the flag. but you'd told percy you'd come. and you hate to let him down.

so when the sun is setting, you make your way to the bonfire. while you're walking, you can't stop thinking about how cold it is. you should have brought a jacket. but you're afraid that if you go back to your cabin, you won't go to the bonfire anymore. and then percy would be upset.

at the bonfire, there's almost no kids from your team. there are a few of your siblings, but not a lot.

the kids from the opposite team are dancing, laughing and celebrating.

is this really where you want to be tonight?

you spot percy in the distance, talking with a few apollo kids. without meaning to, your eyes also search for annabeth. she's sitting with her siblings. at least they're not together again.

you'd stay for an hour. just to show your face, then you'd go back to your cabin. that's acceptable, right?

you get yourself a drink and sit down near the edge of the party, where most of the kids are just talking with each other and not really doing a lot.

as you think back to capture the flag earlier today, you try to figure out how annabeth's team could always beat yours. you know athena kids are smart, but ares kids also know a lot about battle strategies. maybe you could sit down with clarisse some day and see if you can help her with a new plan.

you're lost in thoughts, when you hear a familiar laugh in the distance. you look over and see annabeth has left her siblings and is now sitting next to percy.

you sigh softly, it was never going to be any different, was it?

for a while, you watch the other kids, listening to their songs. you had to give it to the apollo cabin, they know how to get a party started. when you look back at percy and annabeth, percy is gone.

before you can look around where he is, someone sits down next to you.

'having fun?'

you turn and are met with percy's bright eyes. you put on a smile, hoping it looks sincere.

'yeah. thanks for inviting me.' you say.

percy tilts his head a little and gives you a confusing look.

'you say you're having fun and yet since you got here you've been sitting here with a drink you haven't touched, freezing and shivering.' says percy.

right. you forgot your jacket.

'sorry. I was thinking about capture the flag.' you say.

'ah yes, about our fantastic victory.' says percy, smiling and bumping your shoulder. 'you should come up with a new plan some day. maybe talk to clarisse about it?'

'I will.' you say.

'then again, it is hard to beat annabeth's plans. sometimes I don't even know her entire plan until the game is already over.' says percy.

really? how does he manage to bring up annabeth every single time he's talking to you?

'well, don't let me keep you.' you say. 'thanks for checking in, but you don't have to take pity on me for losing. you can go back to annabeth now.'

percy frowns. 'what are you talking about?' he says.

'well, clearly you like her.' you say.

percy laughs at your words. you feel the color drain from your face. tears start to form in your eyes.

'alright, I'm leaving.' you say, getting up.

percy abruptly stops laughing. 'wait no, please don't go.' he says, pulling you back down.

'sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at that. it's just, yeah, I like annabeth. but not like that, we're just friends. I like you, okay? I thought you knew.' says percy.

your lips part in surprise. did you hear that right?

'you like me?' you say. 'like... you like like me?'

percy smiles. gods he really is beautiful. 'yeah, I like like you, alright.' he says. 'which reminds me, why have you been avoiding me lately?'

you look down, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 'I thought if I wouldn't see you, my feelings for you would go away.'

'but they didn't.'

'no, they didn't. my eyes were still finding you in ever room. even tonight, I didn't really want to come. but I couldn't say no to you.'

'is that also why you didn't bring a jacket? so you'd have an excuse to go back soon?'

you look up and shake your head. 'no, I did actually forget my jacket.' you say.

percy takes off his sweater and hands it to you. 'here.' he says. 'wouldn't want you to freeze.'

'thank you.' you say, taking it and putting it on. it's bigger than your own sweaters and smells like him.

'want to get out of here?' says percy. 'we can go to the lake. or my cabin, no one's there. it'll just be the two of us.'

'do you have a heater in your cabin?' you say.

'no.' says percy, getting up and holding out his hand to you. 'but consider me your personal heater from now on. always available for cuddles.'

you smile, taking his hand. 'I like that.' you say.

as you and percy walk off, annabeth is still sitting by the campfire. she's smiling to herself. she knew about percy's crush on you. he'd been asking her all sorts of advice. and it looks like he finally told you.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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bvidzsoo · 22 days

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Cherry Blossoms

🌸Student!Mingi🌸

TW: nothing, just a lot of crack imo, and mentions of murder sorta lol

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: university!au, stranger to lovers!au

A/N: Wellll, hi? hehe, idk either what this is other than a super random drabble that I had to write or else it would've haunted me for the rest of my life LOL (it also might be another excuse to not write my thesis *dies*) Apologies if the humor is not humoring, I usually don't write in this style (at least imo). I hope you enjoy, and let me know your thoughts about it! (divider)

Have you ever had a moment of clear confusion? So profound that no matter how hard you tried making sense of it…it just started making even less sense? That the longer you moved your mind around it, the stronger the headache became. Well, that’s how I felt staring up at the scarily tall guy looking down at me with the softest eyes, which were slightly shaking if I looked close enough. His plush and red lips pulled into the sheepiest grin I’ve ever seen and nose tall and straight, probably sculpted by some God the second he was born. I knew his face, I mean, it would’ve been hard not to when I’ve spent half a year staring back sometimes as I have caught him looking at me numerous times. This guy standing in front of me right now, placing his weight from one leg to another, hands behind himself, and cheeks very slowly flushing, was a predicament I would’ve never even thought I could’ve dreamed of.

“Come again?” I found my voice at last, eyebrows threatening to go past my hairline.

“Are you free right now?” The question sounded innocent enough, but I couldn’t put myself past the graveness of his voice. I would’ve never imagined it could go so low and hold so much rasp, but again, I have barely heard his voice before as he rarely conversed with people around himself.

“Depends why you want to know.” I answered, pushing my hands inside the pockets of my striped spring jacket. The weather was finally warm enough to allow us to wear our lighter fabrics without freezing to death at any given point of the day. The guy standing in front of me hesitated for a second, and then ran his fingers decorated with heavy rings through his silver-blonde hair. The change to it was new, and I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t taken aback by it when I saw it. But it fit him, in a very handsome way, If I must admit that.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to hang out with me…” Oh, well, that was another twist to the plot I had not been expecting. I chuckled, not because I found him funny, just because I knew my two best friends would be hollering on the sidelines hearing this guy’s words. Half a year spent staring at me from the shadows, avoiding eye contact and aggressively watching me when I wasn’t looking, now stood in front of me, looking just as nervous as I felt on the inside, asking me to hang out with him. What sort of alternate universe have I accidentally entered this morning?

“Okay, sure.” He didn’t need to know I actually had one more class. He had finally approached me, was talking to me, looking at me, and acknowledging my existence as one should normally do. That sounded like a good enough reason for me to skip my last class, I’m sure anyone would understand.

“Oh, that’s…” The flush on his cheeks became more prominent now, and he bit his plump bottom lip to stop his lips from spreading into a huge smile, “nice.”

I hummed and offered him a small smile, actually feeling excited about how things were turning out. Even five minutes ago if someone would’ve come up to me to tell me that he’d finally approach me and even ask to hang out, I would’ve laughed in their face.

“Oh, I’m Song Mingi, by the way.” He clumsily reached his hand out, staring at me expectantly. I was so used to his sharp gaze on me that I found myself holding his gaze with a wider smile now, grabbing his hand, and giving it a firm shake. Song Mingi didn’t have to know that I already knew more about him than I should’ve, considering the fact that we were strangers until now. Really, before you start calling me creepy and a stalker, social media exists these days. And let’s be honest, if a mildly attractive guy keeps staring at you every chance he gets, wouldn’t you also be even just a little bit curious about who he is? Call me a magician or simply skillful when it comes to finding people on social media, but it’s been over three months now that I have known his name, and, well, birthday. I might be one of those crazy astrology girls, huge emphasis on being sarcastic right now, astrology girls are awesome when they aren’t fighting demons and regretting every life choice upon one glance at one’s birth chart.

“Lovely finally knowing your name, Song Mingi,” I chuckled, releasing his hand, watching as his eyes widened a little bit, “Oh, you certainly can’t think I haven’t noticed you staring—”

“Oh, I’m sure you have!” Mingi cut me off, chuckling awkwardly, “I didn’t make it very subtle, to be fair.”

“Not at all.” I chuckled amused, flashbacks of his other three friends huddled around, as if we were in kindergarten or something, staring me down while I walked by with, of course, with Mingi in the middle, watching me with a blank face, fierce eyes boring into the back of my head, “I’m Y/N.”

“You have a beautiful name.” Well, perhaps that would’ve made me choke if I had been drinking something, but to my luck I wasn’t, and so I straightened my back, trying to fight off the shyness threatening to cage me in. So far, at least the very little I knew about Mingi by observing him back when he, miraculously, wasn’t paying attention to me, was that he was quiet. Withdrawn and a little even shy, perhaps, but mostly just content in his own world, unbothered by those around him. He rarely spoke, but when he did, I have noticed his friends fighting demons to not die from laughter. And if he turns out to be a funny guy, bingo, isn’t that what every girl wants?

“Thank you,” You have a beautiful face, but I can’t go saying that to him right away, right? “What do you have in mind? I mean, where do you want to hang out?”

And now let’s hope he’s not some dodgy psychopath who hates my loud laugh and made an elaborate plan to slaughter me the second he gets me alone.

“Would you like to go to a coffee shop or would you prefer walking?” Mingi proposed with a gentle smile, his rather sharp features looking dangerously soft and warm as another blush threatened to flush over his cheeks. If he kept on blushing, I might just die from cuteness aggression, “The weather is really nice today…”

It is, but not nicer than you, Song Mingi, “It is, let’s go for a walk, maybe?”

“A walk it is, then.” Mingi sealed the deal with a firm nod of his head, and I couldn’t help but giggle, trying to remind myself that this was really happening and I wasn’t in some alternate universe, or even in dreamland. Wouldn’t be too surprising if this interaction was just a fraction of my imagination; my mind is a scary place when it becomes delusional.

“Would you like to go to the park up on the hill?” That was the nicest park in our city, and well, at this time of hour it was littered with just the perfect amount of people to not become bothersome, but neither scarce. Not that I have trust issues—I do—but this is a complete stranger I just accepted to hang out with, and quite shockingly, I do not wish to become the next true crime topic of some youtuber.

“It’s a lovely spot, but…” Mingi suddenly looked slightly embarrassed as he ruffled his silver-blonde hair, rings glinting deliciously under the sunlight, “it’s a bit far from our university and…I don’t have a car.”

I quickly waved the ridiculous words away as I watched Mingi become more embarrassed, “Don’t worry about it, I have one. We can still go.”

“But…I don’t want you to use fuel just for us to—” I reached out as I grabbed his arm, the sudden physical contact stunning Mingi into silence. Oh, did he also feel the charged spark and instant butterflies taking off in my stomach? Or was I starting to like this guy without actually getting to know him first…

“While fuel is expensive, I love to drive.” I smiled sweetly at him as Mingi licked his tasty looking lips; I can’t seriously think they are tasty when it’s our first time talking, “So don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrowed just slightly as he nervously chewed on his lower lip. I nodded and grinned at him, probably doing something no sane person would’ve done. But I have stopped caring a long time ago about what others consider sane or not. Rising on my tiptoes, I slung an arm around Mingi’s shoulders and yanked his head down, just a little closer to my face as I nodded enthusiastically. The way his face became red shouldn’t have made me feel so giddy.

“Extra super-duper sure, Mingi.” He chuckled and poked my cheek, I guess it was my turn being taken by surprise. We stood like two idiots grinning at each other as I released him and he took a step back, running his fingers through his silver-blonde hair again, drawing my attention to it once again. Oh, how could I have forgotten? He was a Leo, was he waiting for my compliment? But before that, I was curious about one thing, “Hey, why do you always stare at me?”

Mingi’s face went blank for a second and it made me think that perhaps now is when his psychotic side comes to light, meaning I would dodge a bullet quite early on, but no, he rubbed his lips with two fingers nervously and averted his eyes, “Uh, well…obviously I’m into you. I mean, you know, why else would I stare at you so much?”

Oh, and he’s blunt. Don’t you just love a man who gets straight to the point?

“Because you’re a psycho who hates my guts and imagines how to kill me any time he sees me?” I offered another option, and watched as Mingi’s eyes widened to the point they would pop.

“No!” He exclaimed, almost looking scared himself, “God, no! You’re pretty, and attractive, and you caught my eye a long time ago, I was just too much of a chicken to approach you before.”

“Well, what changed?” I raised an eyebrow, and Mingi scratched his nape awkwardly.

“Uh, my friends threatened to tell you if I didn’t do it myself.” I chuckled and motioned for him to follow me as I started walking towards the parking lot of our university.

“Took them long enough,” I muttered under my breath, but Mingi’s eyes fixated on me as he heard me, “Well, Mingi, I also must admit you’ve caught my eye. Mainly because you staring so much made me feel uncomfortable until I got used to it, but…you’re quite handsome yourself upon a closer look, I must admit.”

Mingi chuckled, shooting me an amused lopsided smirk, “Means I’ve got a chance.”

“Means you’ve got a chance.” I looked at him with a grin, our gazes locking for a few seconds.

To date or not to date a Leo, is today’s question.

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sapphicseasapphire · 16 days

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Hii! Hello, I really love your Cryptid au!!!

Something I'm wondering about, if it makes any sense

So like, Time is A God, right? And over however many hundreds of years, he loses his connection to humanity?

So, in the far future, maybe like around Botw, he'd probably be more like the other deities and more well known, right?

Would characters like Flora or Impa, for example, if they knew who he was, be like super amazed about the fact that there is just straight up A God talking to them?

ahh if that makes sense, it's kinda hard to explain!

Hi! This is a great question, thanks for asking! Allow me to ramble and hope that I answer it in a roundabout way haha!

(Under the cut because long)

So, Time’s journey into Godhood is a very long one. His progression from mortal to deity goes quick, but he doesn’t truly embrace his power for centuries after his mortal lifespan is over. In his own era, with Malon and his children, he tries his best to just be a normal guy. He wants to be a dad, a husband. He wants to worry about the fate of the ranch, not the fate of the world. Mostly, he’s afraid. He never wanted to be a God. He never uses his powers.

(He’s like this for the majority of his travels with the Cryptid Chain)

Every Cryptid Link that comes after Time’s era has a different version of the God of Time, the earlier ones not really having an established God but being influenced heavily by his power, and the later ones knowing plenty of myths and legends about the God of Time, but his impacts on their lives are much less obvious. Easily written off.

Time’s most important era, other than his own, would be Twilight’s. This happens only like a hundred or two years after his own life should have ended, and Time is very committed to protecting his family. And so, as the Man of Many Faces, he personally sees to it that Twilight learns how to fight. As the Hero’s Shade, he trains the young Shapeshifter and rewinds time to save his life or give him another chance when things get rough.

He watches when Twilight finishes his adventure. He watches when Twilight leaves to go on the Cryptid Chain’s adventure. He watches until the journeys are over, the battles are won, and everything is quiet. He watches Twilight breathe his last.

After that, he decides that he can’t do that anymore. And while he still protects his boys in their future adventures, he doesn’t get nearly as involved. And it’s not just the Links that he stops interacting with- it’s all mortals. He still does his job diligently. He keeps the timelines in order, he protects his people. He receives prayers and answers what he can, but he does his work from the sidelines.

Because of this, as he truly ascends to Godhood, he is a mystery to mortals. Like I said- earlier Links have been more personally impacted by Time but didn’t know who he was (he was too fresh of a God to be established) and the later Links have been more indirectly impacted by Time but it could be interpreted as mere coincidences. Time would be more well known, but less detectable.

By the time he’d reach Wild’s era, he’d be very reclusive. Flora, the history major we all know and love, would absolutely know about the Hero of Time and all of his titles and names. Impa, Paya, the religious leaders, would also be very knowledgeable about Time’s legends and myths. Purah, our favorite Sheikah researcher, 100% knows all about him! It’s common knowledge, I think, in Wild’s era, but these ones are especially familiar with Time’s history.

Except… the God has not shown himself to the world in thousands of years. I actually do have a scene in mind for one of my storylines where Flora meets Time. She doesn’t know exactly who he is- Cryptid era Time doesn’t act very God-like, at least not like any that she’s come to know of- but there’s something about him. Power rolls off of him in waves, his mere presence is overwhelming. He seems to shine with subtle iridescence, his voice is quiet but it carries. She knows, on some level, that he has authority over her. Over All. (Time would deny this to the ends of the earth, but there’s no denying the truth: he is a God. There’s no escaping that).

I hope this makes sense??? Trying to talk about Time’s lore gets confusing since there’s so many time jumps and rewinds and skips. To summarize, Time stops interacting with mortals so he becomes somewhat of a mysterious God. So while Flora would know of him, she wouldn’t know what to look for. When she meets Time, his present is her past- her present is his future- and present Time is nothing like future Time, so Flora doesn’t recognize him.

This is all Pre-God Reveal, of course haha!

I hope this answers your question?

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #cryptid lore #cryptid time #cryptid flora #GOD LORE GOD LORE!!!#links meet au #sapphire rambles way too long

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lexi0widow · 11 months

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Can u write an ArthurTV story where you’re a youtuber/singer (Taylor Swift/Sabrina Carpenter style) and he’s got a huge crush on you that he’s sort of open about and gets bantered with about from the lads (he’s tweeted you before and they’re still up) but you don’t know anything of him. You’re friends with the Sidemen and they get you to do a 20 VS 1 and they invite Arthur along as one of the boys you date (they sneak him in after the elimination stage so you don’t have the chance to say no), the date goes well but nothing happens after that, however you end up doing another video with him in it (like Chips pub golf video) and there’s lots of flirting and either you kiss or end up going on a real date

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS REQ!!!!!

ARTHURTV x READER

It was no secret to anyone that you had talent, you often wrote songs or did covers that showed off your voice and you weren’t a stranger to compliments. You had also started a youtube account a few years back gaining around 3 million subscribers and therefore a lot of internet popularity and mild paparazzi from time to time.

You were exposed to a whole new life of influencer events, interviews and touring the country meaning that you had not only gained a massive following of fans but a massive following of boys, particularly boys who would fantasise about taking you on dates and asking you out. Over the years you had became pretty good at ignoring this though, a bunch of 12 year olds trying to act hard around you wasn’t the best thing in the world but you knew it could be a lot worse.

However, Arthur wasn’t a fan of the traction that you had gained from all these people. Sure he was super happy for you and a major fanboy but deep down he had intense feelings for you and everytime he would see you with another guy he couldn’t help but feel a twang of jealousy run through him. Arthur had tried everything to get your attention- everything! He had even tweeted at you a few times in a desperate plea for your attention.

And yet still, you had never noticed him! Not to mention the fact that all of his friends tortured him for his crush on you, it was all friendly banter but god they could tear him apart. It felt like no matter how hard he tried he was always gonna be stuck watching from the sidelines. That was until he had gotten a call from KSI and was asked to come on as a date for a 20 VS 1 video he was about to turn him down until he heard who he would be dating. You. How could he pass up an opportunity like that?!

Two weeks later and hes showing up to the filming location excited and terrified at the same time, over those two weeks he had explained to the sidemen how down bad he was for you and they had agreed to sneak him into the game after eliminations so you couldn’t really say no. So he was say backstage bouncing his leg thinking off all the oppertunities he had right now. What if he comes off to weird? Or too forward or to-

‘Arthur?’ Harry knocked onto his dressing room door peeking his head inside ‘You’re up now don’t fuck this up or JJ will kill you.’ Harry laughed before closing the door behind him. This was it. This was his moment to make an amazing first impression and win you over. He could 100% do this.

He could absolutely not do this. He was sat across from you stumbling on his words sweating profusely and shaking. God why was he so nervous? Everything about you seemed so inviting and yet he found himself struggling to even introduce himself overcome with anxiety.

‘So Arthur, what do you do in your spare time?’ You had asked. He was so nervous it was suprising and honestly flattering to see how worked up he was just because he was talking to you.

‘I make youtube videos- a-and I used to study law! I also like to hang out with my friends andtweetfunnystuffontheinternet.’ You didn’t quite catch that last part due to his mumbling but you let it slide.

When his time was over you weren’t even interested in the other boys and what they had to offer. There was just something so captivating about him and his nervous laugh and goofy smile that you found yourself zoning out every so often to think of him.

When filming had come to an end you walked backstage hoping to find his room, strolling along the corridors and checking each door you passed you weren’t looking where you were going and bumped into someone. Luckily for you that someone was the exact person you were looking for!

‘Ohmygod I-I am so sorry!’ He almost shouted as he made sure you were okay,

‘Arthur its nothing- If anything I wasn’t watching where I was going. You are who I was looking for though.’ You exclaimed.

Arthur was taken aback. You were looking for him? Not that he minded he was just confused there was so many other boys you had spoken too- ones he had believed to be better looking than him or be more interesting. However the more you conversed with him the more comfortable he felt around you.

‘Hey Arthur?‘

‘Yeah?’

‘Can we go out sometime? Y’know like a date?’

‘I- Shit yeah. Yeah! Holyshit yeah!!’ Strings of curses fell from his mouth as Arthur hit cloud nine not believing that his dream girl had just asked him on a date. You smiled, happy with your achievement and that you were actually able to score a date.

‘Oh! Arthur one last thing!’

‘Oh? Yeah whats up?’

You grabbed both sides of his face pulling him toward you placing a quick but passionate kiss on the lips.

‘Bye bye Arthur <3’ You had said sweetly before leaving him stood there a blushing mess feeling like he had literally ascended to heaven.

He had finally gotten the girl.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hey :) I really like your work and was wondering if it's possible for you to write a fic with Lady Lesso and an adult female reader like the reader would be more than 25... They would be a couple or even married and there is a party and the reader gets drunk and Lesso wants to take care of her and take her home but reader says that she is taken and cannot go with her cause her partner is the love of her life and she would kill both of them. And the next day Lesso says to the reader that she's proud of her for being faithful even if under alcohol and she has an award for the reader for that 😏 thank you 💋

Faithful18+

*Authors note~ I love this idea and it shows a clear message. Alcohol isn't a reason for cheating*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink mentions of cheating drunk r oral magical strap

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

Since the merger of the schools professor nights were a monthly thing. And being the wife of the Dean for Evil meant the word "no" wasn't something anyone was brave enough to tell you. So it wasn't surprising when you were two sheets to the wind tonight. Really, you had the toughest week and wanted to let lose, Leonora kept an eye on you from the sidelines. People were still something she tried to avoid but watching you have fun was worth it.

You were swaying drunkenly to the song "Heaven and back" by Chase Atlantic which just so happened to be one of your favourites. The alcohol clearly affecting you but the way you were dancing and stumbling about. Soon as the song ended Leonora was up and behind you, hands on your hips as your back hit her front, "leeriooooo" you slurred happily. "Hi sweetheart, shall we go now?" She murmured to you kissing your neck slightly before you nodded and stumbled to the door with Leonora hot on your heals.

You somehow managed to stumble your way back to the shared chambers of you and your wife. Just as you got through the door way your heal snapped causing you to collapse on the floor giggling at yourself for falling. Leonora came to help you up and undress only for you to slap her hands and get all teary, "no no no don't touch not yours. Wife kick ya ass" you slurred trying to get away from her. "Shh shhh sweetheart it's me it's Leo it's okay. I'm just gonna take your dress off and your make up and get you to bed okay?" She murmured as your hands came to feel around her face. Clearly that was enough to satisfy your need to know it was truly her as you allowed her to help you into bed. Where you both fell asleep.

The sun peaked through the curtains which stirred your wife. You'd be sober now, she knew that and the memories of how you pushed her away last night in order to stay faithful so of course you deserved a special treat. Slipping between the sheets Leonora settled between your thighs. Kisses placed all over the pale inners of your thigh before her kisses moved up to your clothed core. A sweet kiss placed to your bundle of nerves before she removed your underwear with ease. All you did was murmur sleepily so Leonora knew she was safe to continue as she slowly began to lap at your folds.

You were mumbling and moaning in your sleep as you slowly came back round from sleep. "Leo?" You sleepily hummed before a moan tumbled from your lips at the feeling of her sucking on your clit. "Mommy oh god!" You mewled before she pulled away from your core.

"Good morning my love" she murmured as your slick glistened on her chin thanks to the sunlight peaking into the room. "Mmm mommy what?" You mumbled before pulling her down to kiss you. Only when air became a necessary thing did you both pull away, "thought my faithful girl deserved a reward." She murmured before using her magic to create a magical strap that now stood to attention."oh mommy fuck me" you whimpered watching as she stroked herself while moaning at the feel. "Magical strap so mommy can feel how your pretty pussy will squeeze mommy big cock."

"Mommy, can I" you mewled eyeing up the strap, "go ahead love"she murmured shifting so you could get on your knees to wrap your lips around her cock. "Oh fuck my sweetheart, so good, so good for mommy" she whimpered as you began to suck her off, swirling your tongue around the tip. "Mommys gonna cum sweet girl, swallow it all darling" she demanded as you gagged around her pulsating shaft. Her white hot cum shooting down your throat. And like the good girl you were for your mommy you didn't waste a drop.

You released her with a leeward plop sound, pupils blown wide with desire. "Mommy?" You whimpered hoping she'd take pity on you. After all this was supposed to be a reward for being such a faithful girl. "Want mommy to slip inside you?" She teased as she pushed you to lay flat on your back teasing the tip of her dick against your drenched cunt.

A strangled whine of pleasure left your throat as she pushed into your tight hole, "mommy fuck big too bigs" you whimpered feeling the sting of pain. "Good girl, you're so good for mommy, such a pretty faithful princess for your mommy" she praised you, "taking me so well love." Only when you were bucking your hips to hers so you could get more did she pull out to bottom you out effortlessly, the slick making it easy for her to slip in and out.

"Oh fuck please please please" you whined as you climbed your way to pleasure. "You feel so good princess, squeezing me so well" she murmured as her thrusts began to speed up. "Fuck fuck so big mommy can feel it in my cervix fuck can feel you throbbing" you mewled happily, " gonna cum mommy can " you whimpered as she gave you the permission to cum on her cock. Leonora following suit as she came inside of you. "That's my present for my faithful girl, I love you sweetheart so so much" she panted as she slowed her thrusts helping you feel every little aftershock of your release. "What do we say princess?"

You managed to gasp, "thank you mommy" before she slipped from your core watching her cum mixed with yours as it spilled out of your twitching hole. With her magic she cleaned you up before coming to hold you to her chest, "rest" was all she offered as her hands threaded through your hair.

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Festival

A/N: Inspired by the other author on Tumblr (sorry, I can't remember the name). Also, English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please let me know. summary: How new abilities and a night out can be life-changers word count: 6k+ warnings: swearing

Their relationship had never been good, to say the least. It seemed that this silly rivalry began as soon as she set foot on Nevermore's doorstep.

Within the first fifteen minutes, she had managed to bump into Xavier while looking down the large hallway. Unfortunately, the guy was carrying paints and brushes to work on a mural in the courtyard.

"Hey, watch it, you idiot!" he snorted angrily.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," y/n muttered as she helped pick up the scattered art supplies. One of the paint cans had a loose handle, and as y/n tried to lift it, it broke, spilling the acrylic all over the floor and the young man's trousers.

"Shit! Don't touch anything in here and get out!" he shouted, eyes wide with rage.

She looked down at her feet and hurriedly left the place. Another fifteen minutes later, y/n stood in the doorway of her own dormitory. Her roommate was a vampire named Yoko Tanaka. The dark-haired girl greeted her new student warmly and helped her unpack while telling y/n a little about the school and its inhabitants. From their conversation, y/n realised that Yoko could be described as the local gossip girl. The vampire was well aware of all the latest news at the school.

"So, are we done with your stuff? Come on, I'll introduce you to the best members of Nevermore," she said with a grin.

"Principal Weems said I should pick up my books and timetable after I get settled in," Y/N replied quietly.

"Don't worry, it's on its way. Oh look! It's just about the end of extra lessons, so everyone will be in the courtyard," Yoko said as she took y/n under her arm and led her down the corridors.

After crossing several floors and corners, the girls found themselves back in a hall with an archway leading directly to the courtyard. As they passed the janitor, Yoko's face twisted in disgust.

"God, what happened here? Did someone throw up or something?" she said, looking at the puddle of yellow paint. Y/N decided not to talk about what happened in her first hour there.

As they approached, Yoko let go of her new companion and ran towards the blonde girl. The two of them had a squeal that would have been audible all the way back in the town. Y/N stood on the sidelines, not sure where to place herself.

"Hey guys, let me introduce you to my new roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is our little group. We usually meet here after class. You're always welcome to join us! This is Enid," she said pointing to the girl she had hugged a few minutes ago, "and this is her roommate, Wednesday."

"It's nice to see the gloom and fear on your face," the strange goth girl said coldly. The words sent shivers down y/n's arms.

"You'll get used to it," Yoko said and turned her attention back to the other students.

Y/N tried hard to remember that the guys with the bright blue eyes were sirens. Bianca, Divina and Kent. The young man with the beanie was Ajax, Enid's boyfriend. And the guy with the big eyes and the cute curls was Tyler.

"Xavier, could you please stop painting the bloody wall for a moment? I am introducing everyone to our new student!" Yoko called to the other side of the courtyard.

As soon as y/n looked in the direction the vampire had shouted, she was horrified. "God, this is so embarrassing," y/n thought. Looking straight at her shoes, she seemed ready to dig herself into the ground.

"Y/N, this is Xavier Thorpe, our resident tortured artist. Xavier, this is my new roommate y/n."

"What a lovely coincidence! We've already met. Haven't we, y/n?" he said with a grin.

Embarrassment and shame consumed y/n more and more, so she had no choice but to abruptly run off towards the faculty wing, hoping to find a teacher to help her with the principal's task.

"It's not nice to leave without a proper goodbye!" She overheard his voice.

Later, y/n thought about the fact that she was definitely not going to be friends with this guy.

Over the next couple of months, y/n had become more open to other people. The adjustment period was over and she had a sense of self-confidence. Along with y/n's progress in communication, her abilities also developed. The girl was psychic. With the power of thought she could control various small things. In the past her power had been rather chaotic, but now she could control it well.

Y/N found a common ground with Yoko's company quite quickly. It turned out that Enid and Bianca were big fashion fans. Because of this common interest, the girls began to have sleepovers where they would put on little runway shows, play with make-up or just gossip about the other students. Every trip to Jericho was a great fun for the company. The girls would go shopping for hours, while the boys would sit in the computer club. At the end of the day everyone would gather at the Weathervane for a hot drink. It was always fun and joy, right up to the point where y/n and Xavier had a forehead bump. Each of their encounters always ended in a verbal altercation. One day their argument went so far that she lost control of her powers and threw a sugar bowl at him with her mind. As luck would have it, it hit him in the arm, but he spent the next week with a bandage on his wrist anyway.

She didn't understand why his mere presence was enough to irritate her. It was enough just to be in the same room as him. The worst part was that it all contradicted the fact that he was quite attractive on the outside. Only a blind man wouldn't have noticed the features, the hair, the height. The thought that he was really handsome was even more annoying. Every time she caught herself thinking about it, she cringed and got irritated.

This morning brought something new to her besides the daily frustration. It was anger. Yes, y/n was angry because she had a dream about him that night. The dream was so vivid and alive that it seemed to be happening in real life. He looked at her with a look that was completely different from the ones that sizzled her essence every day. It was something soft and gentle. His arms held her little body tightly, giving her warmth. She, on the other hand, pressed harder against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her cheek was pressed against his chest. He also spoke of how beautiful she was. "Damn bastard is now chasing me in my own sleep," y/n thought to herself as she climbed out from under the covers of her bed. Without a word she grabbed a towel from the chair and headed for the shower, hoping the cold water would help her forget this nightmare.

"Good morning to you too, sweetie," she heard Yoko's voice from the room.

After a quick shower, y/n began to apply her make-up. This Friday was a shortened day, and right after class the students had to go to Jericho for the local harvest festival. Divina and Enid had been talking about the festival all week. Putting the finishing touches on her make-up, y/n pulled her hair back into a careless braid, with strands falling over her face and shoulders, and changed from her nightgown to her uniform.

"What was that earlier in the dorm?" Yoko asked on her way to class.

"Nothing, just another nightmare," Y/N replied. It was clear from her intonation that this was the end of the conversation. That's why y/n loved Yoko so much. The vampire never asked more than she had to. And when y/n said that everything was fine and nothing had happened, it meant "I don't want to talk about it now". Yoko accepted and respected her roommate's personal boundaries.

As they approached the conservatory, the girls met Wednesday and Enid. The young werewolf gave y/n a worried look, but said nothing for fear of upsetting her friend or making her angry even more. As they entered the classroom, the girls stood at Yoko and Enid's desk, discussing plans for their evening trip into town.

"I'd rather poke my eyes out with needles than go to that stupid fair," Addams said.

"Are you really trying to convince us that you don't like cotton candy and stuffed animals?" y/n said sarcastically, which made the other girls laugh.

"Well then, I'll take a portable guillotine," she replied with a short pause, "to be more effective at decapitating teddy bear heads." With that, the girl sat down at her desk and took out notebooks.

The others followed her lead and took their seats. Y/N took her usual place next to another psychic, Rowan. Rowan wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed socializing, but he was always willing to help out. They exchanged a few words during class. But they never found anything in common to talk about. Y/N's desk was located almost directly next to Mrs Thornhill's, allowing her to look out over a conservatory. Just seconds before the bell rang, Ajax and Xavier flew in. The young men were not known for their punctuality, which was always a source of frustration to the teachers. As they settled into their seats, Xavier glanced in y/n's direction. "Nice braid," popped into her head.

"Did you say something?" she turned to Rowan.

"No," he replied with a furrowed brow, "is everything all right?"

"Sorry, I must have misheard."

She'd had a bad headache the whole time she'd been in class. It had happened before when her psychic abilities had developed, but why now? Y/N was in complete control of her power, and the pain hadn't bothered her for months. Forty minutes later, the ringing in her ears was so bad that she could barely hear Ms Thornhill. There was no more strength to bear it.

"Miss Thornhill, I'm sorry," she said, raising her hand. The attention of the whole class was now focused on the girl, "Can I go to the infirmary? I don't feel well."

"Of course! Who's finished the summary and ready to hand it in?" only one student raised his hand. "Shit! You've got to be kidding me." "Amazing, Xavier. Would you be so kind as to escort miss y/l/n to the infirmary?"

With those words, Thornhill continued with the lesson. Enid and Yoko had a nervous glance at each other. They were well aware of the nature of their relationship and that leaving them alone was as dangerous as releasing piranhas into a pool full of injured people. Y/N gathered her things and headed straight for the Infirmary, not bothering to wait for her companion to arrive.

"Was the lecture so boring that you had to pretend to feel bad? I have to admit that was a clever move," he told her, "or did Rowan get to you? It's really hard to communicate with him. I share a dorm with that weirdo," he continued, "I swear he scares me sometimes."

"Would you just keep your mouth shut for a minute?" She shouted as she stopped and turned to face him. The pain in her head was so unbearable that every little noise made her whimper slightly.

"Can you not be such a pain in my butt? On a side note, I wasn't exactly an eager volunteer to come along with you. So please don't be a bitch," he said, stepping around her. "Why did you say that, you fucking moron?" his voice echoed in her head.

As y/n continued her walk to the infirmary, she felt her eyes glaze over and her body lose its balance. She tried to call out to the boy, but all that came out of her lips was a low whisper.

"Hey, have you turned into some kind of statue or what?" he said as he turned. She fell to the ground in front of him, unconscious, "What the fuck?! Y/N, do you hear me?"

Without wasting a second, Xavier took the girl in his arms in a bridal style and ran to the infirmary. Several times on the way he thought she opened her eyes and called his name, but as soon as he looked at her he saw the same pale face.

"It's OK, can you hear me? We're here now," the boy looked from her to the nurse, "Hurry, we need help, she's fainted.

Slowly, the fog in front of her eyes lifted and the headache subsided. Panting, she tried to sit down on the bed, but someone's warm hands gently stopped her, placing an extra pillow under her head and back.

"Hush, don't hurry," a soft voice said. Blinking several times, she saw Xavier sitting next to her bed.

"What happened? How long have I been here? Am I anaemic?" the guy just smiled and shook his head.

"You have talent, you know! It's not even a minute since you got up and you're already getting on my nerves," he said without any anger in his voice, "To answer your questions: you fainted and I brought you here," he bent a digit, "about 30 or 40 minutes at the most," the boy bent another digit, "and no, it's not anaemia. The nurse's opinion is that you're probably just overtired from your studies. Unless it has something to do with your abilities."

"Who else knows?" Y/N asked, ignoring his last words.

“Yoko and Bianca are here, getting recommendations for your care. I think someone's going to miss the festival tonight.”

"I'm fine," y/n said briefly. She stood up abruptly from the bed, which made her feel a bit dizzy. Xavier carefully put an arm around her waist.

"I told you not to hurry. What's wrong with you?" Y/N could see concern in his eyes.

"Since when do you give a fuck about my condition?" She replied sarcastically, shaking his hand from her back. A part of Y/N's mind made him want to grab her even harder, but Xavier obediently let go of his hand.

"These tricks of yours may work on the others, but not on me. What's going on?" There she was, another reason why Xavier Thorpe pissed her off so much: the guy didn't care what she said when it was obvious to him that something was wrong. After they had stared at each other for a few minutes, she let out a breath.

"I'm just really tired. Are you happy now?"

"No, but you're in no shape for any more mockery on my part."

"That's nice of you," the nurse entered the room and handed out the pills and the prescription.

Yoko and Bianca were in fact sitting in the waiting room at the time. When they saw their friend, they jumped up and gave her a big hug.

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of us!" they said in unison.

"It's all right, just a bit dizzy, that's all," y/n tried to convince them with a smile.

"See you at the festival," the boy said with a nod to Yoko and Bianca. He was about to leave the infirmary when he heard her speak.

"Xavier, thank you," the taste of his name on her tongue was odd. He only smiled slightly, but for some reason that damned smile sent a pleasant shiver through her body. And that feeling made Y/N angry again.

"Sinclair, I swear to God, one more outfit change and I'll pass out again," y/n said jokingly. They'd been sitting in Enid and Wednesday's room for two hours now, waiting for the blonde to pick out an outfit for the festival.

"I promise this is the last one. I just want to look good. After all, Ajax and I have a date."

"It's a waste of time either way," Addams said as she looked at her watch, "and the bus to Jericho leaves in twenty minutes. Unless you want to jog through the woods, you'd better hurry."

The carnival at the festival looked impressive. Lots of rides and food stalls. The place looked like a small amusement park with bright lights and loud music. The weather was fine, even though it was late afternoon. The company immediately split into small groups based on their interests. Enid and Ajax went on the Ferris wheel. Divina, Tyler, Kent and Yoko queued up for the hot dogs. Bianca and Wednesday went to the shooting range to see who could get the most points. Y/N felt another stab of pain in her temples, which made her head for the gazebo by the pond. Not for long did the pleasure of the silence last.

"Not looking forward to the festival?" the tall boy said, leaning against the railing of the gazebo where she was standing.

"And you're stalking me now?" she replied, still looking at the surface of the water.

"I thought about getting on your nerves on the bus, but I felt sorry for the people around us."

"Were you afraid they would see you in misery?"

"I didn't want your righteous anger to blow up the bus and hurt the others," he grinned lazily. Sometimes y/n wondered if he'd been born with that stupid grin on his face.

"What do you want, Thorpe?" she asked, rolling her eyes. As soon as she turned to face him, the girl realised how close he was standing to her.

"I think I've answered that question before," he said with a thoughtful expression.

"What do you want from me now?" she asked, moving a little closer to him.

"Oh, you don't want to know, dove," he said, leaning slightly towards her. There were literally a few inches between them. Any passerby would have thought they were a couple, about to kiss. In fact, they were burning each other with glances, testing each other's patience.

Y/N was ready to swear on the Holy Bible that 'Come on, Y/N' ran through her head with his voice. The girl rose slightly on her toes, practically sliding her nose down his cheek. The young man felt her warm breath against his ear.

"Two can play at this game, Thorpe. So back off," y/n whispered, but she didn't move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy exhale heavily at her action. The sight of it sent a wave through her body. No, not anger, it was a wave of excitement and adrenaline. They'd never been this close before. The feeling that it was so wrong and yet so alluring sent her body into a dance.

"I'm afraid you're right, we can both play," Xavier whispered back to her. Then he placed his hand on her waist. Almost as he'd done earlier at the nurses' station, when he'd prevented another fall.

She didn't notice as he took another step towards her so that their bodies were now touching. Even though they were still separated by layers of clothing, the contact burned. The grip on y/n's waist tightened a little, causing her to exhale sharply. The inner voice of her mind screamed at her that this had to stop, that she should just take a step back and put an end to the stupid show. But the demons in her chest cheered sickly. The thoughts and dreams she had chased away for so long, the ones she was angry at, now filled her entire mind. The way he smelled was something she had never noticed before. The woody scent of cologne mixed with the scent of acrylic paint. Barely perceptible notes of coffee created their own symphony with the faintly detectable scent of weed. Surely he and Ajax must have smoked a joint in his dormitory before they left. Complementing this melody of scents was the fragrance of fresh shampoo. Y/N lifted her head slightly and stared at his hair. It looked so silky she wanted to run her fingers through it. To feel the softness between her digits.

Xavier, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off her face. Everything about y/n's features screamed tenderness, vulnerability. When he looked at her, he always remembered their first meeting, how quiet and modest she had been. But then he remembered what she was like now and realised that he had made her into that crazy beast with the glowing eyes and pouting lips. The way she always hid her smile at the sight of him, wrinkling her neat nose and squinting her eyes. He loved the way she could turn on a moment's notice. Even when she threw the damn sugar bowl at him with the force of her mind, he was amazed. It couldn't have been healthy to admire the results of his taunts at her, but he couldn't stop. And now, looking into those bottomless y/e/c eyes, he was deliberately testing the waters. "How long can you keep this up?" his mind raced.

"I could go on like this for the rest of the evening, Thorpe. The question is, do you want to continue this fun little game?" y/n said as if in response to his thoughts. There was a challenge in her eyes. And then she did something that set fire to his chest.

With one swift movement, she pulled him to her by the collar of his coat. Her lips touched the thin skin above his Adam's apple. Xavier Thorpe had never known the existence of that weak spot, as if it had been waiting to be discovered. With a hot, open-mouthed kiss, she nuzzled a spot. And following that touch, he felt a small tongue trace circles on his skin. He could have sworn he saw sparks in front of his eyes. But the pleasure didn't last long. A few moments later, y/n retreated from him with an innocent look and slowly walked back towards the festival.

As she approached the picnic table where all her friends were eating hot dogs, she couldn't help but admit that what was happening in that gazebo was making her very emotional. It was as if an electric shock had been sent through her body. But then a wave of awareness and terror washed over her. She loved it and wanted to go on. For the moment she kissed him, she could hear his every thought. He was thinking about a million things and nothing at the same time. With her little act she turned his mind upside down and she loved the fact that she had a power over him. Y/N could literally feel his demons on her tongue, the way he trembled treacherously.

"Y/N, are you all right? Your face is flushed, like you have a fever," Tyler asked, turning his attention back to the girl.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not dressed for the weather," the company didn't hear the rest of her explanation as Xavier reappeared.

"Bro, what's that on your neck?" Ajax poked at a small hickey with his finger.

"Some kind of mosquito bite or something," Xavier shrugged and blinked at y/n. He waited for her reaction.

"Careful, Thorpe, you do not get rabies. Mosquitoes are disease carriers, in case you didn't know. You have to be more precise," she replied with a grin. The girls at the table laughed. Even Wednesday couldn't resist a laugh,

"OK, where's my hot dog?!"

A week had passed since the day of the festival. And in that whole week they had never crossed paths. Even in the group, if y/n saw him with her friends, she would stealthily avoid them. In class, she never took her eyes off her textbooks. And any trips to Jericho were carefully discouraged. The reason y/n avoided Xavier was because of his thoughts. She could hear him at night. The sound of her name on his lips. She saw what he saw in his dreams. His imagination pictured the two of them in that gazebo. How he held her against him, kissing her roughly, how she moaned against his lips and he couldn't hold back a growl in response. How the sweet kiss broke, both of them breathing hard. How her fingers ruffled the hair at the back of his neck.

As for Xavier, he was obsessed with the thought of her. The girl who used to cause irritation in his chest just by looking at him now made his heart beat wildly. He sought her gaze in the crowd, tried to meet her in their group and in classes, but she stubbornly avoided him. And that pissed him off twice as much. How could she do such a thing and then disappear? What an evil, heartless bitch she had to be to get someone hooked on a needle. Only instead of the drug, it was her. Her smell, her eyes, her slightly clumsy and hurried pace. How could someone become addicted overnight? The obsessive thoughts of the girl never left him, even at night. This made Xavier spend more hours in his shed. It was only when he poured his visions and thoughts onto canvas that he felt better. Looking at the number of her portraits, it was safe to say that he was obsessed. And it infuriated him with renewed vigour.

"So today I am going to hand out the promised group assignments that you have to complete by the end of this weekend! And I recommend that you do your work with the utmost responsibility, because your final grade for the semester will depend on it. You can find your partner and the topic of the assignment in the lists at the exit of the conservatory! Thank you all, our lesson is over," Thornhill concluded as she dismissed the students for a well-earned rest.

As she approached the lists, y/n spotted Divina and Kent cheering. Brother and sister were remarkably well-bonded. Divina was the brain behind their duo, Kent the performer. Just ahead of them, Ajax and Tyler were discussing their task. Enid was paired with Rowan.

"Shit," the girl said in a frustrated voice. She'd hoped her desk mate would be her partner on this project. As she scanned the list below, y/n finally found her name. Next to her last name was Xavier's. "Hell, no. No! No! No!" she thought.

"Who did you get?" asked Yoko.

"Thorpe... Fucking bloody Thorpe!"

"I would ask you not to use language, we still have a project to work on together," the young man seemed to appear out of nowhere just behind the girls. After he had appeared, the vampire whispered something to her friend and turned back to her partner.

Completely ignoring his joke, y/n shoved a sheet of paper with the topic of the assignment into his chest and hurriedly tried to leave the classroom. She was about to disappear into the crowd when he grabbed her wrist.

"Not so fast, dove. There's something I'd like to discuss." That's the nasty grin on his face. "Go ahead, y/n, get angry. Spit venom at him. All week you've been hiding from him so well, and now fate is challenging you. Pull yourself together, you wimp," she thought, looking at him.

"Let's divide the subject into two parts. I'll do the theory, you do the practice," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the buttons of his shirt. She'd never realised how tall Xavier really was. She could barely reach the notch in his collarbone with her nose.

"Great, let's exchange the first notes tomorrow. I'll meet you near the fountain after lunch," he said casually. It was just another little way for him to make her nervous. And he took undisguised pleasure in it.

As agreed, y/n sat down on the grass by the fountain in the courtyard after lunch on Saturday. Around her were various encyclopaedias and notebooks. As well as taking notes, she made small sketches and occasionally cut and pasted something into her workbook. Xavier watched from the sidelines for about 30 minutes. He was fascinated by the enthusiasm with which she threw herself into the process. Especially when it came to projects like this. As he approached the girl, he pulled his sketchbook out of his bag.

"You're half an hour late," she said sternly, without a greeting, "I'm not going to do all the work for you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear a proper greeting," he said as he sat down on the grass.

"Look, Thorpe," she looked at him with a piercing stare, "I'm not here to continue these stupid games. I need an A in this class. And if you're not interested in good grades, get the hell out of here. I can do this on my own. But if you decide to get down to business, please stop playing around.

After this angry tirade from the girl, they never exchanged another word, except about the project. Xavier decided to get creative with his presentation.

"What if, during the story, I put our sketches to life by visually describing the plant's processes?"

"Not a bad idea, we should definitely try it," y/n replied with a slight smile, without taking her eyes off her notes.

After a few hours of painstaking work, the pair had completed the main part of the assignment. There were still a few sketches to be made. Xavier took over. Picking up her things from the grass, the girl looked at her watch and realised they had missed dinner.

"Crap, we missed dinner."

"I had some apple pie leftovers from Ajax's mother in my shed. There was supposed to be some soda too."

"You don't think I'd agree to spend an evening in your company after a peaceful day?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Her notebooks were falling out of her hands and her bag was overloading one shoulder.

"I think you can shove your pride up your ass when you're offered help with something as simple as dinner," he replied, parodying her. Without waiting for an answer, he took her heavy bag and some of her notebooks and headed for the woods. She had no choice but to follow.

During the time they'd spent together, she hadn't heard a single thought from him, but as soon as she crossed the threshold of his shed, his voice echoed in her head, "And why am I doing this?"

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" she said quietly, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can I answer a question with a question?" something in his gaze made her tense. She nodded, "How long have you been able to look into someone's mind and read their thoughts?"

"I don't... How did you..." y/n paused, "What makes you think I can?"

"I got my first inkling in the gazebo when you answered the question I had in my mind. And then I felt your presence in my head. It was as if my skull had been opened and my brain looked at".

"I don't... I can't control it. This power only awakened in me a few days ago. When I get into someone's mind, believe me, it's completely by accident."

"Well, I hope you get over it quickly," he said with a shrug, getting the rest of the pie and soda from the mini-fridge.

After they had eaten and satisfied their hunger, there was an uncomfortable silence in the room. It was strange and unfamiliar. Just sitting in the same room without exchanging barbs.

"May I ask now?" y/n asked quietly, looking up at the young man who was now making small sketches on the canvas. He was probably working on their project.

"Go ahead," he said, without taking his eyes off the canvas.

"Why did you start that provocation at the festival?" her voice trembled at the question, making the boy look at her.

She was curled up on a small old couch, hugging her own knees. Her eyes were fixed on the void. Xavier seemed to see the real her at that moment. So vulnerable and desperate. He quietly put the brush aside, rose from his seat and quietly walked over to her, crouching down in front of the girl. She was still staring off into space somewhere, nervously waiting for his answer. Xavier gently took her hands in his, stroking the backs of her palms with his thumbs.

"Y/N, look at me," she just closed her eyes and shook her head, "It wasn't a provocation. I felt your presence that day, and not just when you were physically there. I felt your thoughts, your mood. And when it left me seconds later, I couldn't resist the temptation to repeat the sensation. Besides, it seemed the only way to get your attention."

"Attention? It sometimes frightens me to realise that all my attention is on you, Thorpe," the boy just shook his head and smiled slightly.

"To tell you the truth, I've liked you from day one. When you bumped into me in the hallway, I didn't swear because you were what I called you. The whole day was going lousy and you just came under the hot hand. So I owe you an apology for my bad behaviour.

"I forgive you."

"Well, it was hard to stop after that. I decided that the only right way to talk to you was to fight and torment you all the time," she looked at him carefully now, "I'm just saying, if I had the chance to change the course of events, I would."

"What would you do?" she asked hopefully. Only now did he notice her intense gaze. He slowly stood and held out his hand to her." I would apologise for my rudeness, as a gentleman should," he took a small step towards her, "then I would introduce myself," another small step, "and ask your name. After a while we would become more acquainted and I would ask you on a date where we would feel comfortable and hold hands. "

"Like now?" she intertwined their fingers in a lock.

"Yes. At the end of the night, I'd walk you to the door of your dorm, thank you for a wonderful time, and..." he let go of her hands, placing one palm on her waist and the other in her hair. Y/N's palms moved slowly to his neck. They could feel each other breathing and their hearts beating in a frantic rhythm. Xavier could only hear his own blood pounding in his ears.

"Xavier?" both of them froze, undecided about taking a step. The last step that would be a chasm from the feelings that had been buried so long and so cruelly. She looked at him, hesitant to burn the damn bridge, looking for support in his thoughts, but it was silent, "What are you thinking about?"

"I just don't want to ruin it," he admitted, closing his eyes. And at that moment, the walls of his impregnable fortress collapsed. She saw the real Xavier Thorpe. The exhausted artist with so much darkness in his head and heart. She felt sharply all his wounds, all the pain his father had caused him, his unshared feelings. His fear ran through her.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, blinking several times. He was dreaming. Like he was about to wake up.

"Now, Thorpe."

The sweetness of his lips washed over her in a wave of relief. The puzzle fell into place as she responded to his kiss and pulled the young man closer to her. All this time it hadn't been hate and anger. All these months she'd been falling in love with him, more and more every day. And she simply didn't understand what that feeling was. Only now, in this man's arms, did she feel light and calm. And the constant ringing in her head was gone. After a while they had to stop kissing because they ran out of air. But they didn't break contact for a second, touching their foreheads. The pleasant silence was broken when a gorgon suddenly entered.

"Is there any more of Mother's pie?" he asked, scratching his neck.

"Ajax! I told you not to interfere!" hissed Enid.

Looking out of the window, the couple noticed their friends who had been so shamelessly spying on them. Their momentary attempt to hide outside the window just made the young couple inside the studio laugh. Without further ado, he pulled the girl back to him and said the same three words in his head, just so she could hear them.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe smut #percy #percy hynes white #percy hynes white x reader #percy hynes white x y/n #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday smut

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months

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Which of the creeps (that you write romantically for) be okay/like a bada$$ s/o? Like every1 is intimidated and every1 thinks that if you try to fight them you’re stupid? Have a great day!!

Creeps with a badass reader!

i actually really like this idea!! also im so so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3!! ive kinda been focusing on art these past few days, and when i havent been drawing ive kinda been. laying in my own. feelings. sleepy.... yk how it is!!

with that said! yeah! i wont be doing all the bare bones list of characters i usually do with non specified characters! to keep true with the prompt im going to stick with characters i feel would like this kind of S/O and/or compliment the readers fierce nature... also going to aim for a more comedic style

LIST OF CHARACTERS: Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Splendorman

CW; mentions of violence

Splendorman;

No because just think about it; a soft easy going cryptid with a strong and ready to fight partner

"he asked for no pickles" dynamic basically imo LMAO

he would rather you tone it down, or at least dont fight for him... he doesnt want you to get hurt, or in trouble..! mostly trouble, he knows you can handle yourself

he wont ever say it but hes internally swooning anytime you fight for him, though. like. "oh? they would do this for me just because someone said something vaguely mean about me?"... hes red in the face

tries to introduce you to new people to make potential friends since he kinda thinks part of your bloodlust(/j) is from loneliness, which in turn makes people see you as.. mean... so its a loop. he doesnt mean it in a bad way! he just cares about your well being!

overall he secretly thinks its hot but hed rather you stay out of trouble and hed try to find ways to make you less fierce...

Laughing Jack;

like splendorman he thinks its hot but he WILL vocalize it

also he thinks its really funny whenever people try to antagonize you

pulls a bag of popcorn out of thin air and watches the show/hj

he will literally cheer for you from the sidelines and becomes the fights personal announcer

absolutely treats you when you win; showered in praise and love and gifts

hes flustered; depending on what color you think he blushes (personally i think he blushes a purpleish-grey), his entire face is that color when he watches it happen

again, hes really into it

smh ive been on a lj trip these past few days and i hardly got anything for him here god mfing damn!!!!

Hoodie;

ngl he probably throws himself into the fight and yall both kick the shit out of the person

basically think something like this scene (ive never seen jjba my friend showed me this) where he just joins you after watching for a few seconds (we can say the third person is masky/j)

anyways it wont let me move the gif up so pretend the gif is under the above bullet point instead of at the end of this segment

really yall are kinda the same but hoodie is more likely to sit back and access the situation before jumping in and fighting someone unless like. its an immediate life or death thing

now how does he feel about you being a proclaimed badass?

he respects it, and he knows that you can defend yourself when hes not around so it also puts him at ease

maybe you two will spar every now and then to get better at defense and offense stuff (he will not go easy on you btw, bro will give it his all)

Eyeless Jack;

he doesnt really like the fighting since hes also likely the one who has to patch you up afterwards. like even if you win the fight youre still going to be hurt in some way, this applies to all the other characters too. ej is just the only one who has the knowledge when it comes to tending wounds...

with ej, in my au, he doesnt really. like conflict, especially since his own body is changing into something that isnt human; he already has enough on his plate already, doesnt need to go bury an extra body because he let his temper get the better of him

and every now and then, that mindset of avoiding conflict bleeds to how he views you and your attitude

hes happy that you can defend yourself, like hoodie he admires it; but at the same time he gets so scared that youre going to pick a fight with the wrong person or get hit in the wrong spot, and..

he does not pity those who are dumb enough to rile you up, though..

overall he worries for you and already has enough on his plate with himself ... but dont think that he sees tending to you as a burden! hell do it regardless of what caused your injury

possible idea for an angst post? ooo? maybe, if you guys want it

#creepypasta headcanon #splendorman x reader #laughing jack x reader #hoodie x reader #eyeless jack x reader #splendorman x you #laughing jack x you #hoodie x you #eyeless jack x you

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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Something's Gotta Give - Eddie Munson x Reader

Request - Can we have an Eddie X reader bowling date and reader wins him a bear in the arcade after he tries to win her one?

Summary - You win your best friend Eddie a bear in the arcade after your bowling match, turns out this wasn't the first time it had happened

Warnings - Mutual pining, idiots being in love, slightly rushed writing

Word Count - 3.1k (yes i know i need to get myself together)

A/N - I changed this slightly but the main part of it is still in there!!

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

“Fucking god damnit!” Edde exclaimed in frustration, hitting his hand against the colourful arcade game which in stark contrast was playing a happy go lucky tune from half work out speakers. “Language!” You scolded half heartedly.

He was on his fourth? Maybe fifth? Attempt. You had honestly lost count at this point, seeing your best friend wasting whatever money he had trying to win you a cheap stuffed animal was immensely entertaining to you. After you had lost two bowling games to him, he had offered to win you a consolation prize.

“No luck there pretty boy?” The nickname rolled off your tongue as if it was nothing, as if it meant nothing. You and Eddie had been friends since before you could remember. He lived just a couple of trailers over from you, about your age and as kids you both really liked dragons.

Which had been enough for tiny Eddie Munson to propose marriage to you. And while you had declined for his hand in marriage, he gladly accepted your promise to be best friends for life.

A promise he was holding you to, still to this day, years later.

You had seen each other grow up, he had given you your first big fantasy book, and you had taught him to ride a bike. And while both of you had changed quite a bit from the dough faced children you used to be. You knew that deep down Eddie was still that same little kid that would let you sleep over whenever you came knocking at his window during thunderstorms.

And there he was, ready to fist fight a colourful arcade game.

Eddie rolled his eyes at you and stepped to the side. “Well would you like a go sweetheart?”

“It would be my absolute pleasure to win you a stuffed animal.” You took the spot in front of the arcade game. Slotting a silver quarter into the machine and watching it whir to life with flashing lights and music.

Your eyes focused on the game before you, convinced that there was a science and strategy to this rigged arcade game.

Your fingers expertly danced across the controls in front of you, moving the crane into the perfect position.

Eddie was watching you intently from the sideline. You always had the same face when you concentrated, the same creases appearing across your forehead and the same captivating look in your eyes. Making it absolutely impossible for Eddie to pull his eyes off you.

You were so captivating to him when you got like this he could have watched you for hours.

You hit the release button to lower the claw, holding your breath as you waited your hopefully impending success. The claw closed around the bear you were aiming for and retracted successfully.

You cheered and jumped up and down, basking in your success before retrieving the bear and dramatically handing it over to Eddie. “Your prize sweetheart.” You laughed and echoed the nickname from earlier.

Eddie only rolled his eyes at you again and slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug.

“What will you name your new friend?” You asked as he pulled away and grabbed the bear from your fingers.

You would be the first to admit that he looked a little out of place, dressed in his normal metal head attire, battle vest and all, standing in the middle of a colourful busy arcade holding a stuffed bear with an embroidered heart on its chest.

But you also couldn’t help but feel that persistent little twinge in your heart, which refused to go away regardless of how much you tried to push it down and away. All it would take was one look, one touch, one smile and it was back. Tugging at your fragile heart strings and threatening to send you spiraling.

“Oh I’m naming it after you, obviously.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I think Y/N Munson has a ring to it, dontcha think?” Your eyes immediately darted to the floor in a foolish attempt of trying to hide your blush.

“Are you trying to replace me with a stuffed animal?”

“Well yeah, the bear doesn’t have nearly as much attitude as you do.”

“But it lacks my brilliance and humour.” You quipped back and forth with him, it was so natural, like breathing. “But I suppose she might be able to withstand what you call music.”

“C’mon lets get out of here it’s getting late.” Eddie grabbed for your hand, like he had done a million times before, but this time he laced his fingers with you, dragging you along to the exit.

“Well you’re not fun, it's just past ten.” You pouted at him and playfully swung your hands where they were hanging between you.

“Well, we both have classes tomorrow and I don’t know about you but I am planning on graduating, can’t stay here if you leave.”

“You plan on following me, Munson?”

“Gotta make sure you stay out of trouble.” You had reached his car and he let go of your hand, letting you get into the van.

Truth was that he would follow you to the ends of the world, anywhere you went he was bound to follow you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was ever going to let you go.

“Seriously Eds, I know you claim that this is music, but I think we might need to upgrade your collection a bit.” Your voice immediately snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality. You were sitting next to him rummaging through the shoe box of cassette tapes collected in an old shoe box on the floor. “And this, this is exactly why I am planning on replacing you.”

Eddie placed the stuffed bear on the consome of the car to underline his point

“You wouldn’t dare, take me home?”

A couple of days passed with their painful normality of day to day life, days melting and bleeding into each other. Your homework was strewn about the coffee table and you were sitting on the floor, chewing on the end of your pencil trying to figure out differentiation with the sound of the TV humming quietly in the background.

Your mom was working late, like she was most nights. Leaving you with your half eaten and now cold microwave dinner, and the solemn company of your textbooks.

You had been too focused in your studies to notice that the soft patting of rain against the windows of the living room had turned into heavy rain drops splashing against the ground.

While you were still mostly over your fear of thunderstorms, there were still little remnants of it left that resurfaced, especially when you were alone like this.

Eddie heard the door to the trailer open and slam shut, he heard you kicking off your shoes and he smiled. As if right on cue. After the start of the rain storm he knew it was probably only a matter of time before you showed up.

Without saying a word you stormed into his room, and climbed into his lap where he was sitting on his bed, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You were absolutely soaked with rain and short of breath. With the heavy rain just the short run from your trailer had been more than enough to soak you through and through.

But Eddie didn’t care that you were dripping wet, having you sitting in his lap was more than enough to make up for it. And he relished in every small touch you were giving him, every shift of your weight as you adjusted on his lap, every small hot breath against the skin of his neck as you slowly calmed down.

He knew he didn’t need to say anything, simply being there in your presence was exactly what you needed in that moment, so all he did was carefully wrap his arms around your back to pull you closer into his embrace.

Eddie let his hands carefully run up and down your back, doing his best to slowly soothe you and taking solace as he felt your breathing slow and calm down.

“Storm scaring you sweetheart?” Eddie finally broke the silence that hung between you, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, pulling away ever so slightly so he could look at you fully. “Just a little bit- mom’s working tonight and being alone and-”

“Shh, it’s ok.” Eddie started, cocking his head at you, almost like a bird, making you laugh a little bit. “You’re always welcome here.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly into his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in his scent, relishing in his company, his soft gentle touches as the storm continued raging on outside. “Absolutely nothing to thank me for, it’s my pleasure anyway.” His voice was light, almost carefree as he spoke.

“Can I stay?”

“Of course.” Eddie reached his hand up and pushed away a couple of the strands of hair that were still sticking to your face with water. “But do you maybe want to change?” His own clothes were damp from yours and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how uncomfortable you must be in your soaked clothes.

You nodded slowly and got off his lap, Eddie rummaged through his closet to pull out the most decent dry clothes he could find and left you to change in his room.

The old battered T-shirt he lent you reached down to your thighs you had worn it countless of times before but it still smelled of him, and the pyjama bottoms were so big on you that the fabric pooled around your ankles. You had let your hair down around your shoulders, tangled and still damp from the rain.

Your eyes were roaming around Eddie’s room, you had been in here a million times before, but there were always an endless amount of things to explore about it, and it was forever changing. Standing in Eddie’s room always felt to you like you had entered his brain. Everything in there was so Eddie, you could learn everything there was to know about him from that room. And there was always something new to find.

This time, what stuck out to you, was the little arcade bear which you had just won for him, sitting on his night side table next to his lamp. You reached out of the comforts of the bed, clutching the soft bear in your hands, finding the slightest amount of comfort in the stuffed toy.

You slumped back down on Eddie’s bed, your back resting against the back wall of his room, knees pulled out as you placed the soft little bear in your lap, toying gently with it. But as you looked closer at it, this wasn’t the bear that you had won Eddie last Tuesday.

It was old, at least a couple of years old you guessed based on the wear and tear along the seams of it and the partially matted fur. “Where’d you come from?” You whispered to the bear, almost hoping for an answer but you were only met with soulless black plastic eyes staring back up at you.

You could hear Eddie’s heavy footsteps long before you could see him turn the corner back into his room. “Did you say something?” His head peaked around the corner, making his hair fall in front of his face.

“Just interrogating this bear about his origins, I think he might be really tough to crack though.” Eddie moved to sit next to you on his bed and to see what you were referring to.

“Do you seriously not remember?” Eddie’s eyebrows were raised as he looked intently at you, genuinely shocked you didn’t recall. “No, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Ok- 8th grade Jimmy Wattsons birthday party…” He paused, hoping that his words would slowly start jogging your memory, but you were simply staring blank eyed back at him. The bear clutched in your fingers. “We went to the lanes, and we ended up in the same one…”

“And I kept throwing it in the gutter!” The memory landed in your head, as crisp as the day it had happened and you couldn’t believe you had forgotten it. “I wasn’t strong enough to throw them properly and I ended up losing.”

“And you looked so sad and defeated, I said I would win you a bear from the arcades to cheer you up-”

“But you were so hopeless at the claw machine, you wasted like all of your money-”

“So you ended up winning me one instead.”

You completed each other's sentences, recounting the memory together. “And you kept it?” You looked over at where Eddie was sitting next to you on his bed.

He was close enough that your legs were touching. You reached over for his hand, taking it in yours and holding it in your lap, enjoying the feeling of his rough hand so close to yours.

“Of course I kept it, I’ve kept everything you’ve given me.”

“Everything? You might need to be a little careful there Munson or people might start to think you actually love me.” It was obvious you were tired, and that the words were slipping out of you faster than you could control them, your eyes were heavy with sleep and your voice was soft.

“What if I told you I’m in love with you?”

“I know you love me, you tell me that every day.” You laughed and rolled your eyes slightly.

“No-” He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say. “Not ‘I love you’, I am in love with you.”

“I’d say you’re delusional.”

“Is it really that far-fetched of an idea that I could be in love with you?”

Eddie’s question hung in the air, weighing down the empty space between them. Making them both painfully aware how close, yet how far they were from each other. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, in the dim light of his bedroom his eyes looked almost as if they were grieving a loss he was yet to endure. But there was still that familiar flicker of hope that was always persistent regardless of the hardships he had faced.

“Eddie I- I don’t know-” There was no answer you could provide him with which wouldn’t jeopardise the fundamentals that your relationship was built on one way or another, and somewhere deep down you knew that Eddie realised that. Which meant that right now he did not care, he wanted to know, needed to know.

You knew, deep down you knew what you wanted the answer to be. The dream of a reality which had been tugging at your heart strings for years, feelings which had stirred beneath the surface for so long but you had done your best to keep under wraps, in hopes they would simply pass.

“No- no, don't pretend, don’t shy away.” His voice quivered ever so slightly as he spoke. The genuine hurt in his voice made your heart sink. “Don’t bullshit me here, don’t sit there and tell me you haven’t thought about it- about us, because I know you have, there is no way you haven’t.”

You couldn’t tell if Eddie was trying to speak to you, or convince himself of a reality he had concocted in his brain. In reality it was a little bit of both.

“Eddie you’re my best friend-” You didn’t know why you were fighting it, some part of your brain was still so terrified of losing Eddie, he had seeped into every aspect of your life you couldn’t bear the thought of having him ripped from you in an instant. It would leave you without a foundation.

“And you’re my everything.” His voice was breathless, and you noticed just how close he really was to you. “And I didn’t realise that, not until you dated Harry last year, and it nearly broke me. I have never been so angry in my life, seeing you with him, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes, seeing him palce his arms around you, kiss you on the cheeks- god fuck I wanted to be the person doing that, and I felt bad knowing that a part of me was happy when you decided to end things with him.”

“Maybe I’m looking at the world through rose tinted glasses but I’m here, I am right here, I am the person you’ve come to since you were eight when you were afraid of thunderstorms, and I will always be here, because fuck- I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you probably since the day we met as kids, I was just to stupid to realise it before.”

“Eddie say it again-” You were practically holding your breath, the words that came out of his mouth were fast and rushed, almost unintelligible and it took you more than a moment to actually realise what he was saying.

“I’m in love with you-”

He barely got a chance to finish his last syllable before you had leaned in and captured his lips with yours. Your nose awkwardly bumping against his as you tried to adjust to the feeling of his lips against yours. Two thoughts ran through your mind, Oh my god I’m kissing Eddie and Oh my god I’m kissing Eddie.

His lips were moulding against yours and you swore you could hear him groan as he soaked up the feeling.

Your hands cupped his face in a desperate attempt of bringing his lips closer to yours. Eddie was kissing you like a man possessed, a man starved. As if you were his first breath of fresh air after being held under water, he was drinking you up until you had nothing left to give and had to pull away in desperate need of oxygen.

“We’ve never done that before-” You choked on a laugh as you looked at him. His lips glistened with a mixture of your saliva and they were ever so slightly swollen, and he looked at you with the softest eyes that melted your insides.

“Want to do it again?” Eddie whispered to you, already leaning in and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to welcome him into your embrace. “Absolutely.” You mumbled as his lips found yours once more.

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chickenkupo · 4 months

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Just My Luck

Summary: The lands are ruled by ruthless gods of various levels of power. Humanity is only a means to an end for their endless desires, if they happen to gain their attention. Many lay low, do what they can to appease the gods and try to live their lives out, as best they can, given the circumstances. Wriothesley is one such mortal. Having committed a great crime as a young boy, he’s constantly fleeing from his past. Little did he know; however, his constant misfortunes lead to his destiny, and it is most certainly not what he was expecting.

Recommendations: None, this is a purely AU work, so you’re good to go, reader.

Warnings: 18+ content, ya’ll. We’re going to get a little spicy here. Not my usual sort of Wriolette content. Neuv is going to be a little dark and demanding in this one, so if that sort of content (I’d guess you’d say it’s very close to yandere), then this isn’t for you. Religious hints/themes are also present in this. Consent really doesn’t exist here. I have been thinking of this sort of god x human trope for a while now, and I just needed to get it out of my brain. So, I guess this is a little self-indulgent work that I hope others out there will appreciate as well? Also, it’s putting me in a mental headspace to make a little follow-up chapter to Coming Home, since it’s looking like ya’ll are wanting that, hehe.

Also, one more warning. This is me trying to write a SHORT story and not have this as a full-blown novel. However, if this does receive a lot of love, I will 100% rewrite this to be a multi-chaptered work. This is me practicing self-restraint and tldr make a short story, you freaking gremlin sorta thing. OH, also, this isn’t beta-read, but will 100% be if this makes it to being AO3-post worthy.

AN: I AM TOO LAZY TO UPDATE MY WARNINGS BUT I MESSED UP AND THIS IS SO LONG BUT ENJOY IT AND IF YOU WANT AN EVEN LONGER VERSION WITH MORE LORE AND ACTION LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS PLZ AND I WILL POST ON AO3 I FAILED KEEPING THIS SHORT, I AM SOOOORRRY

Wriothesley grunted as he was pushed forward, his hands bound behind his back by a golden metallic rope that refused to give way, even in the slightest. The guards that stood beside him ensured that he continued walking down the extravagantly decorated hallway, figures lining each side wearing various elegant dresses and suits, some even in intricately designed armor that mortals were rarely blessed to see. They all watched as the bound man was ushered onward to a large set of doors, decorated with a carved design of a long, serpent-like dragon encompassing the entire outer border of both doors, as if it were protecting what was beyond them. Wriothesley tried to slow his pace, flexing his well-defined muscles, doing whatever he could to try to break the bonds that held him in place, but nothing worked. The guards beside him only stared at his pathetic attempts at breaking free, a few patrons from the sidelines murmuring to themselves, commenting on how he should give up and how silly mortals were, thinking that they could defy even the smallest demands of the gods.

He always found himself in the most unfortunate circumstances, but this was the worst fate that could have befallen a human. Most of his kind kept their heads bowed, living silent lives and avoiding the powerful gazes of the deities that ruled their lands. For mere mortals, the prime level of life that they could wish to live was providing high level sacrifices to appease their rulers, hoping that they would be blessed in return or even ignored, in hopes of being allowed to live their lives to the best of their abilities. If they failed to uphold to this standard and a god felt slighted, even in the smallest of ways, then they were bound to become cursed, and experience the worst luck imaginable, having them wishing for a swift death. No, the gods loved toying with their victims, extending their punishment for as long as possible, feeding upon their misfortune, until their victims took their very last breaths. It was a miserable existence, but as long as you dedicated yourself to providing sacrifices that satisfied their desires and obeying whatever they commanded, then you could potentially avoid their gazes and wraths.

However, Wriothesley didn’t feel as though that was an existence worth living. He was a man that was shaped by misfortune, and rarely feared it. Having been orphaned at a young age and shoved from one foster family to another, he knew exactly what misfortune was, without the direct punishment of the gods. Each family he was tossed to was worst than the last. From having one family relying on him to provide them with everything and having worked to the point of exhaustion to keep food on the table, only to endure harsh beatings regardless of the outcome every night, to being sent off to fighting rings to win boxing matches against young men his age and older, he had seen it all. He eventually had enough and turned on his last foster family, killing his adoptive parents in the middle of the night, fleeing the area and taking the other children that happened to have the same misfortune as him to wherever he was going to go. They did find refuge in small, abandoned buildings, and for once his luck did strike true as he was able to find families that would take his adoptive brothers and sisters in, and not expose them to the same fates that they had before. No, these people took true pity on them, bringing them in and giving them a proper home and a good foundation for raising them. The same families always offered Wriothesley the same conditions, but he would always deny them, saying that he was far too damaged and messed up to be worth anything, too far gone for any sort of redemption or happy ending. Before they could even try to convince him otherwise, he had already taken his leave and was moving onto his next venture.

The young boy grew into a young man, roaming from city and city, finding places to work manual labor that would provide him with just enough funds to survive off of. Whenever a place offered him a permanent position or abode, he would thank them, and then immediately leave, onto the next city, town or village. He didn’t know why, but there was a part of his soul that felt like he was always in constant danger, and needed to run from prying eyes, even if he had no enemies. Though he had murdered his foster parents in cold blood as a boy, there were no further investigations into this, almost as if the crime had never happened. He wished so desperately that this was the truth of the matter, but his suspicions never seemed to completely wane. Someone had to have known, whether it be a mortal or a god. He knew that he was going to have to face the consequences of his actions, however justified that they were. So, he vowed that he would continue moving onward, never stopping, always running.

So, that’s exactly what he did. He never stayed long enough for any human or deity to know him well, and he wanted to keep it that way. Discretion was key, and to be honest with himself, this type of living excited him and kept him feeling alive. For once, he thought that he had finally hit it lucky, this was the lifestyle meant for him and he was going to live it to the fullest. Though his suspicions and underlying fear ruled him deep down, there was an odd sense of freedom that he felt being out on his own like this, and he never wanted to lose this. For once in his life, he felt lucky to be in the position that he was in. He was afraid to feel happy, but he couldn’t help himself. His adoptive brothers and sisters were on their way to a better future, and maybe one day, so would he.

Well, as quick as luck had visited him, it was just as fast to leave. The young man was continuing his work assisting a local general store with helping them bring in heavy goods, a horribly weighted sack placed on his shoulder as he was able to transport it inside of the store before multiple guards, lesser deities by the look of them, all approached him at once. Wriothesley immediately dropped the sack and tried to take off, not even taking the time to question their motives, but he was easily detained. One deity grabbed him by the shoulder and twisting it, pushing him against the wall as another guard brought out a metallic, golden rope, that automatically tied his wrists together behind him. Wriothesley growled as he tried to resist, now finding the time to begin spouting questions as he realized the situation that he was currently in.

“The hell did I even do?! I just got here and haven’t broken any laws, let me go!”

“That’s not up for discussion. You’re to come with us, no questions asked. Any hesitation, and we’ll hunt down your adoptive family and have them suffer for the rest of their days.” one of the growls out, tightening the rope around his wrists ever so slightly, for emphasis. Immediately, Wriothesley shut his mouth and said no word and offered no resistance. So, his suspicions were correct, someone had been keeping tabs on his whereabouts and knew about his past, but what god or mortal alike would hold any sort of interest in him? Sure, he was handsome and had both women and men swooning for him, but that never held any sort of value to him. He also didn’t have any sort of money in savings to his name, using whatever little he earned from odd jobs to be able to afford housing and small, pitiful meals and other necessities.

His heart felt like it skipped a beat, as he immediately reminded himself about his biggest fear. Was this finally the retribution that he would be facing for his previous sins? Did the families of his abusive foster parents that he murdered finally send out their agents to find him, and a god had felt it was their time to shine to torture a mortal? There was no escaping it, even if it was the case. Wriothesley then opted to keep his mouth shut, hoping he was overthinking the situation. But, what else could this possibly be over, then? He needed answers, but he wasn’t about to try to fight against them for it.

Reluctantly, Wriothesley complied with their demands, and was ushered into a rather delicately designed carriage, one that clearly belonged to a higher-powered god, but which, he had no idea. The guards also remained silent on the manner, merely ushering him in and taking an odd interest in keeping him safe and comfortable, but still under their ever-watchful gazes. They continued onward with their journey, and eventually reached to where they were now, standing in front of those formidable doors, gods of various levels of power and renown surrounding them all, but their focus all centered on him and him alone. Wriothesley’s heart was racing in anticipation, knowing that he had no choice but to face whatever was beyond those doors, even if it ended up killing him, or worse.

A low, guttural growl was heard, seemingly originating from past the closed entryway in front of them, which had Wriothesley’s eyes widening in shock. Never in his life had he heard such a noise, no other god he had known or met personally held the sort of power that was radiating from such a sound. The others that were previously surrounding him were now shuffling away in fear, some were even shaking, staring straight ahead. A thought suddenly ran through Wriothesley’s head, he noticed that all of the deities were distracted, and he could easily flee from the scene. He tried to will his body to run, but instead it only stayed firmly planted in place, his body no longer under his control. His heart began to race in a sudden panic, and it wasn’t eased as the closed doors in front of him began to part, opening up to reveal a continuation of the current hallway that he was in, but a darkness was at the very end, hiding whatever it was that was awaiting him.

What happened next horrified the young man beyond measure, and by then he knew that he was doomed.

“Wriothesley, step forward, come to me, come to your destiny.” a regal voice called out, though the growl from before was also heard in the same voice, as if they were perfectly mixed together. Whoever was calling to him, this had to be one of the ancient gods of lore, mighty beasts that garnered so much power from its followers and victories of war, that it gained godhood. But, what would such a highly positioned god want with someone low and poor, as himself? Wriothesley wasn’t about to argue, however. Wriothesley tested his muscles, now being able to freely move them. He had regained control of his body, and along with that realization, the golden metallic rope that was previously wrapped around his wrists shattered, releasing their hold on him. Whoever this was wanted him to come willingly and freely, but also prevented him from having any other option. After taking a moment to mentally accept the situation for what it was and what it could possibly be, the man slowly but surely took step after step, inching his way forward, obeying the command that had been called out to him.

Once he was past the dual doors, they both slammed shut behind him, as if signaling there was no way to truly turn back now, the only way was forward. The young man jumped in response to the loud noise behind him, but didn’t bother looking back. Instead, the man glared as he looked forward, a figure now clearly standing where darkness once was, the hallway now oddly illuminated, as if showcasing the person directly in his path.

The god before him stood mighty and tall, long white hair with just as long blue streaks, decorated with golden ornaments, robes that matched the varying colors of the ocean’s brightest waters, swirling around his slim body in an ancient style of robes. His eyes were a sharp lilac color, and gave an odd feeling of being so similar to the eyes of a feline, slit pupils that were slightly dilated as his gaze was transfixed to Wriothesley.

“I see that time has done you well, Wriothesley. You certainly grew into a rather handsome man. I will forever consider myself fortunate to lay claim on you so many years ago, before the others could.” At this, Wriothesley gasped, anxiety beginning to rise within his chest. A god laying claim on him? Ages ago? He would have remembered such a thing, seeing as though the deities usually made a huge spectacle when they took a human as theirs. It wasn’t an uncommon act, but according to what Wriothesley remembered hearing, a god had to be completely enamored with a mortal to do such an act. A claim meant ownership of the mortal by the god, sure, but it also bound them together in a deep, intimate way. The god would always know the whereabouts of the mortal, their control over them being absolute. For the mortal, it meant having a power being provide and protect them, but gods tended to be jealous beings, and this often resulted in a rather lonely existence for the mortal. There were humans that found this to be an absolute obsession for themselves, dolling up their looks and doing what they believed would get the attention of some sort of god that would claim them, but many found that staying away from this sort of deep-rooted obsession was better for them.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong guy. No one’s laid claim on me and- “

“Then how would you explain your horrible luck then, Wriothesley?”

The young man shuddered, every time the god in front of him said his name, an odd wave of feelings started to phase through him that he couldn’t quite explain. It was like it felt right, and a small part of him wanted to hear the figure continue to say his name, until he couldn’t handle it anymore. The hell was wrong with him? He has never had such thoughts about others like this, why now?

“I-I’m not following…”

“I saw you kill your foster parents. I knew what you did was justified, my dear. They were horrible and their sins innumerable. You did what you needed to do to protect yourself and the little ones. It’s not often that I find myself observing humans as closely as you, and I knew from that moment forward, you were someone I wanted. Someone with such a profound sense of justice, and the spirit to carry out punishment. So, I cursed you.” The man continued to explain, as if it were common knowledge.

“Why the fuck would you curse someone that you’re interested in? Are you fucking insane?!” Wriothesley shouted out, stomping forward to stand right in front of the mighty being. The ancient one’s brows furrowed, glaring at the young man in front of him.

“Wriothesley…” the god said, his tone demanding respect and issuing a single and final warning.

Wriothesley bared his teeth at the ancient one, issuing his own, small, pathetic growl, in comparison. However, he understood and heeded the silent warning, not taking any further action, allowing the omnipotent being before him to continue on with his explanation.

“Of course. I didn’t want to take you away, especially with you being so young. However, I wanted no other god to look upon you in favor and want you for themselves. So, I placed a curse on you, and took care of anyone being aware of you committing murder. You would always feel as though someone or something was chasing you. A home would never be one for long, your soul aching to keep searching for something. If a suitor tried to approach you, you would take no notice or interest. They, also, would disappear from your life. Luck would abandon you, forcing you to follow your true destiny with hardships that would test you, mold you for your potential to come alive. You were to keep living your life, until I was prepared to receive you, and you were of a proper age. Now, is the time, Wriothesley…”

The powerful being before him then snapped his fingers, the area around them turning pitch black for just a moment, before the it was illuminated once more, showing a marble decorated room with various different nautical decorations adorning every aspect of it. Blues, golds and silvers lined and adorned every aspect of it, treasures beyond measure lay everywhere, as if the room itself were a museum of the heavenly bodies. In the middle of the room, and directly behind the god, was a giant, circular bed with blankets of the finest silk with the same level of intricate designs on them as well. Wriothesley’s breath stuttered, as he took a small step back, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Now is the time to consummate our binding, wouldn’t you agree? It’s been many years, and my hunger for you is insufferable…” the being in front of him stared intensely into his own eyes, unable to avoid him. A million thoughts were running through Wriothesley’s mind, but only one question was able to come out.

“W-w-who are you…?”

“Ah, yes. Sincerest apologies, my love. You may know me by many names, and by many forms, though this is my true self, that I will never hesitate to show and share with you. The title you humans appear to have given me in my temples is Neuvillette, god of all that is hydro, the waters of all are mine, of the lakes, the sea…” Neuvillette purred as he began to approach Wriothesley.

“Of every human body, but especially yours…”

The young man hastily started taking steps backwards, never keeping his eyes off of the powerful being before him, but it was to no avail for his situation. Suddenly, behind him, he felt a sort of cushion that he was then pushed down onto, sheets wrapping up around him as he became entangled in them. It took a moment for him to realize that the god before him must have teleported the both of them straight to the circular bed he had observed before, and now both of them completely nude and exposed to each other. Wriothesley shrieked as realized the position that the two were in now, him being laid out on the bed like a meal on a decorated platter, while the god above was draped over him in pure possession and domination, but that wasn’t the only reason why he screamed out. The young man also observed the full body of the god in front of him, perfectly chiseled muscles but with a slim, elegant figure. White, creamy skin that was free from any blemish or imperfection, and perfectly smooth with little to no body hair, except for his lower body, where white pubic hair trailed from below his navel down towards his lower pelvic region, where instead of one perfectly thick and long member, he seemed to have…two…

Oh, fuck, he was truly not going to make it out of this alive, whether Neuvillette realized it or not.

“G-Get the fuck off of me, just kill me!” Wriothesley screamed out, trying his best to push the god off of him, but once more, to no avail. Though his muscles were much larger than the deity that was draped above him, it mattered little. Whatever claim the god had on him seemed to hold true, he could never overpower him.

“Never, Wriothesley, never, you’re staying with me for the rest of eternity. I will show you how a god truly appreciates his claimed…” Neuvillette growled out, as he lowered his head and nuzzled Wriothesley’s neck, licking it repeatedly in a sensual manner, as if he were handling an absolute treasure. Wriothesley shut his eyes as he moaned in pleasure, not able to prevent himself from doing so, as his hips started rutting upwards, his member starting to harden from just the simplest of touches from this being. He blushed in embarrassment, but no one had ever touched him in this way before, no one had ever said such words to him. Everything he ever wanted to hear and feel from someone, Neuvillette was serving it on a silver platter for him, and he was a starved mortal, ready to accept it all.

“Ah, ah, what are you doing to me, Neuvillette…” Wriothesley breathed out, in a husky voice, fully immersed in all of the emotions and sensations he was feeling. Neuvillette only smiled against the skin of his neck, as his hands began to roam the young man’s body. Soft, but powerful hands continued to caress him, touching Wriothesley in places he never dared imagine anyone else doing so. From his muscled pectorals, down the sides of his stone hard abdomen, and then finally down to his rear as Neuvillette grabbed his cheeks, giving them a nice, firm squeeze, sharp nails digging into the meat of them, but never breaking the skin.

“I’m showing you how much you mean to me, you’re my desire, my passion, my reason to hold firm to my rule, so that no other may touch you like this. Only me, only ever me…” Neuvillette mumbled, burying his head back into the crook of Wriothesley’s neck as he continued.

Wriothesley let out a dirty moan as Neuvillette’s fangs elongated, rooting themselves deep into his neck, and tasting of his blood. The god made sure that when he released and his fangs retracted, that the wound would heal, but leave behind a deep scar that none other would question. He made sure in the back of his mind, to order one of his underlings to immediately begin commissioning a necklace for Wriothesley, that would accentuate his looks but also have the marks forever on full display for the world to see.

At this point, Wriothesley was hard as a rock, his member leaking precum as it begged for attention, for a release, for pleasure, and Neuvillette was more than happy to oblige. Removing himself from the young man’s neck, Neuvillette moved over to Wriothesley’s lips, licking them lightly, biting at him just a smidge, before he invaded them completely, inserting his long tongue and exploring the depths within. Wriothesley greedily allowed him to do so, wrapping his arms around the neck of the god, pressing him further down so that the kiss could be deepened even further, if that was possible. Neuvillette could only smile as he continued his assault, a hand now trailing down Wriothesley’s body, feeling the differences between the two. Where Neuvillette’s body was smooth and perfect, Wriothesley’s had dark hair that covered his arms, some of his chest, and definitely trailed down to his lower regions, oozing manly features. His body, though littered with scars from the trials and tribulations of his life, only seemed to further decorate how in his own way, he was powerful and worthy to be the claimed of Neuvillette.

As the hand of the god reached Wriothesley’s member, the man groaned, still stuck in the deep and passionate kiss, continued to raise his hips up, a while leaving his lips as his member demanded any sort of friction against it. Neuvillette grabbed him, stroking up and down, thumb teasing the leaking head. The kiss finally broke as Neuvillette desired to see Wriothesley’s pleasure, as he continued to pump the member of his claimed, doing every action so perfectly and true to the wants and needs of the young man. It wasn’t long before Wriothesley was breathing hard, his body shaking as he released all over the god, thick ropes of cum shooting out and even coating Neuvillette’s chest, as if adding to the creamy skin of his claimer.

Neuvillette could only continue to smile as Wriothesley repeatedly began to apologize, ashamed of what he had done but enjoying feeling every effect his god was bestowing upon him.

“Shhh, my soul, hush now with that. I do not want your apologies for indulging in what I give freely to you. Now, roll over…” Neuvillette growled out, the animalistic side of him starting to show. Wriothesley trembled beneath Neuvillette for a moment, but the god only offered him an odd sense of assurance as he gently led Wriothesley to roll over onto his stomach, directing him to keep his chest lowered onto the bedsheets but his rear raised high, on full display to his god. The young man, still embarrassed, tried his best to hide his face within the lavish sheets of the bed, but didn’t fight back. A part of him wanted this, needed this, wanting this session they were sharing to never end.

Wriothesley felt a warmness spread throughout his core, as he assumed Neuvillette had summoned some sort of water to assist with what was about to happen. The liquid was spread along the crease of his bottom and hole, delicate and soft fingers of the god above him caressing him, touching every inch of him, as if he were savoring his very existence. It wasn’t much longer after this that he could feel an odd flesh shape being pressed against his hole, one of his dicks, Wriothesley surmised. His heart started to pick up it’s pace once more, worried that such a formidable size wouldn’t be able to fit and he would feel nothing but pain as he was tortured into the act. However, that was far from the truth.

The water continued to warm and relax the skin that it touched, his muscles feeling lose and somewhat stretched even before he knew he was being entered. Neuvillette lowered himself once more, kissing Wriothesley’s back and nibbling here and there with his fangs, building up Wriothesley’s desire for him, which he did. Once he heard the young boy beginning to pant, spreading his legs even further and raising his rear even higher, he knew he was ready. Slowly, the god started pressing the head of one of his cocks into the greedy hole of his claimed, and it accepted him with ease. Wriothesley continued to plant his head directly into the sheets of the bed, moaning so loudly and continued to pant like a dog, but he desperately wanted this, needed this. It was only a matter of time before the god was deeply planted inside of him, taking a moment to relish the feel of the warmth that his length was now experiencing. The god then started to pump into his claimed, clawed hands holding onto his waist for support.

The thrusts started out small, and careful, but the pace was quick to change. The more that Neuvillette was planted in Wriothesley, the more that he desired, so his thrusts began to continue with their assault, becoming deeper and rougher.

“Yes, yes! More, more-gah, FUCK!” Wriothesley yelled out as his thoughts started to lose all sense but being completely consumed by pleasure. Within seconds he lost the ability to form any coherent words, only feeling and appreciating the ecstasy that his god was providing for him. Time seemed to go on forever as the thrusts continued, and Wriothesley had begun grabbing onto the nearby sheets, twisting them until they were a complete mess from the perfect state that they were in before.

Another deep, animalistic growl was heard above him, which made him moan even harder, as he felt Neuvillette’s balls slap against his ass from how deep he was thrusting in, the second cock now also fully erect was also slapping against his ass, warm and thick. It seemed that the god did have some form of pity for him, as he had only inserted one of his members this time. But that didn’t stop the conquering of his mortal body. A few more grunts were heard as Wriothesley felt something spill inside of him, so very warm and copious amounts kept flooding in. The young man sighed in absolute bliss, eyes fluttering shut as his body fell down back to the bed, Neuvillette easing him back down, but keeping his member deeply planted as more cum continued to be released inside of his claimed one.

Little did Wriothesley know this was the final act to solidify their bond. The god of hydro had marked him with his essence, and it will never fade. Every god and mortal will instantly know who he belonged to, and Neuvillette will always know what he was feeling, where he was, his thoughts and feelings now completely forfeit to him.

Oh, how lucky this god truly was.

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Keep the Bathrobe on

Summary: As Dieter Bravos assistant, it made you furious to see that Dieter was once again forced to wear an absolutely ridiculous outfit on a red carpet. You decide that once you're home, something had to be done - but the consequences or your plan are surprising...

Fandom: The Bubble - Pedro Pascal as Dieter Bravo Genre: Slice of Life, Colleagues to Friends to Lovers Pairing: Dieter x f! Reader Triggers : Horrible Fashion Choices Rating : T

Keep the Bathrobe On

The fact that Dieter was smiling and posing on the red carpet and doing his thing as if nothing was wrong was proof of his great acting skills.

You however did not have to act. You were not in the limelight right now, but way off, away from all the bustle, clutching your clipboard to your chest.

This was the final straw. Lucile had done it again. She had dressed Dieter in something “fashionable,” which meant the clothes were extremely expensive but looked ridiculous.

For you it was even worse to watch Dieter flaunt these looks on the carpet, because you knew that he felt most comfortable in soft fabrics and his robe. But lately the studios and his stylists were forcing all kinds of weird looks on him. Knitted sweaters with cut off sleeves, weird forms and cuts, fabrics that didn’t complement each other – or just way too much for one look.

Tonight’s look was just one of many fashion disasters that Dieter had to endure because of his contracts. And rumors aside that he was a stuck up actor, you knew that he was actually way too nice to fire anyone himself.

You were close to break your clipboard in half – and if this hadn’t been a fashion event where (Thank God) so many worse looks were around, you would have gone home, fetched him a pair of his favorite jeans and a shirt and let him wear that.

But for now, your job was to watch from the sidelines until the appropriate time to leave arrived. You had to wait for his “ready to go” text to bring the car around. And you tried to hold your anger in check.

And there was one thing that was missing, which nobody but you would notice once the pictures were all over the internet and in magazines.

The smile in his eyes was missing, his heart not really in it.

Four hours later, after the designer who had dressed him watched with eyes of a hawk that the outfit he had worn was collected and nothing was missing, you entered one of the preparation rooms with a bag that held a change of clothes.

He was not allowed to keep the clothes this time – he had worn an outfit that totaled around 4,000 dollars today – and for once you were grateful for it.

“Thank God,” he groaned when he saw you with the bag. He was not wearing anything except his underwear now and you tried to focus on your job - not oggle him. He looked to see if the designer and his people were gone and waited for you to close the door before he fell down into one of the make-up chairs in his underwear.

“That was terrible! What did that man think, making me wear those shorts and that weird coat? I looked absolutely ridiculous.”

You had been through the “post photo-op routine” hundreds of times by now. Dieter would change into comfortable clothes, put on big sunglasses and a cap to make him as unrecognizable as possible – and then the car would pick you in a designated area behind the venue so you could go home without anyone seeing you.

“And what the hell did they do to my hair? I feel like someone dropped a bucket of glue on my head,” he whined. But you didn’t mind. He had every reason to whine. Lately the outfits chosen for him were just awful.

“Let’s get you home so you can wash it off,” you said, sending a text so that the driver could pull the car around. “And you’ve earned some take-out. What are you in the mood for?”

Dieter raised his brows in suspicion, cap in his hand.

“Take-Out? Normally you don’t indulge me when I have late night cravings.”

“We both need food tonight. I need some carbs after this shitshow,” you growled and didn’t meet his gaze.

Dieter didn’t say anything but followed you down the hall and to the secured parking lot.

The shower was running, and you heard Dieter groan as he stepped under the warm spray of water. Normally this would have you gulp and fantasize. You were long past the point of pretending that you did not have feelings for your boss – but tonight you had no time to imagine following him into the shower.

Tonight, you had a task to fulfill.

Take-Out ordered and on its way, you shoved the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows and opened Dieter’s drawers and closet.

You started throwing every single piece of clothing this man owned onto his massive four poster bed. Tonight, you would get rid of any and all clothing that you knew Dieter only kept for appearances and had been gifts from designers but made him look weird. For a moment you had to remember the time when you started this job three years ago, when you had looked through his things to find his hidden drugs. But after you had gotten him through rehab, he had gone cold turkey and he hadn't taken anything since - and his career had skyrocketed as a result of his efforts.

Time to clean up again - this time to save his dignity, not his health.

You needed some pump-up music, so you started your usual work playlist and turned up the volume. “Supermassive Black Hole” by Muse seemed a good, blood pumping song for this kind of task.

The music was so loud that you didn’t notice Dieter coming out of the shower twenty minutes later until he stopped the music, and you turned around.

He was wearing a pair of well-loved comfortable pajama pants, no shirt, and his favorite cotton bathrobe. You could see his tattoos and his well-toned muscles – and the curve of his little belly.

“What are you doing?,” he asked, drying his hair with a fluffy bath towel before placing it around his neck and holding on to the ends. His hair was still damp, but the curls were coming back, finally free of the horrible hair glue they had been trapped under.

Dieter looked comfortable. He looked like himself. He looked happy.

“At first, I thought of just throwing away some of the stuff you’re never wearing. All the things that you don’t like, all the things that look ridiculous. But I’ve decided not to burn them or throw them away. Instead, we’re going to plan a charity auction.”

Dieter sat down on the only corner of the bed that was still free and looked at the heap of clothing on his bed. He looked confused, but he smiled.

“The look tonight was that bad, huh?”

You nodded.

“You know I don’t like what Lucile makes you wear. But she doesn’t work for me, she works for you. It’s not my business to deal with her. What I can do however as your assistant is make sure that at least at home and when you don’t have photoshoots, you can wear what makes you feel comfy.”

“And the charity thing?,” he asked, picking up a brown knitted vest he remembered wearing not long ago with a pair of weird pants, his lips pursed in distaste.

“Most of the things you have here are designer pieces that you’ve only worn once or twice and got to keep. I figured we could do some kind of Fan-Auction. They can owna piece from your wardrobe and the money will go to a good cause.”

His closet and drawers were empty now – even his underwear drawer – and you had ignored the box where you knew he kept his sex toys in.

You had prepared a big box already to put the clothes in that you could put into the auction – and the brown knitted vest was part of that, so you walked over to take it from him.

“I was thinking we could donate the money that comes in to the homeless charity that reached out. You know, the one your friend Zach works at now? With the money they could finally build that new shelter that they- “

How you suddenly ended up straddling Dieters legs, you didn’t know. Had he really just pulled you towards him?

His big puppy eyes were looking up at you. You were unsteady on your legs, so you had to grab onto his bathrobe for balance. One of his strong arms was around your waist, he other was cradling your neck.

The both of you were on the verge of toppling over onto the pile of clothes behind you.

“D-Dieter?”

He didn’t grin. He smiled. An honest smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m so lucky to have you look out for me,” he whispered before he brought your head towards him and captured your mouth with his.

You were so shocked that you completely forgot to react. But when you suddenly felt him retreat, you couldn’t allow it. Your grip on his lapels tightened and you drew him back in, deepening the kiss.

He responded with vigor, his grip around your body tightening. His arms wandered, one up your back, the other into your head to swivel you around and change the angle of the kiss. The shift made you stumble forward. You were now sitting in his lap, your knees resting on the mattress on either side of him, your legs off the floor.

Just as his tongue tentatively but playfully asked for entry into your mouth and you were about to grant him access, the shrill ringing of the doorbell brought you both back to reality.

The Take-Out had arrived.

You forced yourself to get off him.

Dieter sat there and you were way too good an assistant to miss what was going through his head. He was worried that he had fucked up. He was afraid you would tell him this kiss was a mistake. He sat there, arms still in the air where he had held you – waiting for you to say something.

Before hurrying out of his bedroom, you placed a kiss on his nose.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you said. “And afterwards, we’re going tackle this pile of clothes.”

“O-okay?,” he asked.

The outside world saw Dieter Bravo always putting on his bravado, flaunting his personality around. But in private, he was much softer, insecure – a man who just wanted to be liked by everyone.

“You’ll have to share my bed though,” you said, grinning. “There’s no way we’ll finish tonight.”

Dieter beamed.

“Yeah?”

“Positive. And for the record – I like you best when you’re wearing that bathrobe.”

AN: Someone needs to rescue Pedro....

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction #The Bubble #Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo x f!reader #Dieter Bravo Fanfiction #First Kiss #Colleagues to lovers

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soulluvs2read · 1 month

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I have an offering for the Jean Moreau/TSC playlist. @korakos plz consider 🛐

the song in question

The following is the defense

- For one the title I mean….

Jean @ the nest

Sun-bleached flies sitting in the windowsill

Waiting for the day they escape

They talk all about their money and how their babies are always changing

While they're breathing in the poison of the paint

—

"God loves you, but not enough to save you"

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But I always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me

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Jean post being taken from the nest

But in the end, if I bend under the weight that they gave me

Then this heart would break and fall as twice as far

We all know how it goes

The more it hurts, the less it shows

But I still feel like they all know

And that's why I could never go back home

And I spend my life

Watching it go by from the sidelines

And God, I've tried

But I think it's about time I put up a fight (I hope this will be true for him in time)

Jerejean based purely on vibes

If it's meant to be then it will be

So I met him there and told him I believe

Singing, "If it's meant to be then it will be"

I forgive it all as it comes back to me

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk that’s all I got

#all for the game #aftg #the raven king #trk #the kings men #tkm #the sunshine court #tsc #jean moreau #jerejean #Spotify #ethal cain

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time-shardz · 2 years

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Ennead x AMAB GN Reader

The Servant of the start

PT:1

Ok I know I wrote GN reader but I don't see enough male reader shit in the community so yeah.

I don't see enough Ennead(Manhwa) x reader stuff I mean it basically doesn't exist so I decided to take the liberty to write something for it this is part one

I would put this on any other fanfiction website/app if it wasn't the fact I wanted to get a few chapters out before I wrote a entire fic for this

So enjoy

This idea isn't mine and is completely inspired by a Quotev fic I started to read so here's the link

Book Of Promos

Why did the world pick me to do this?

Why am I even here?

“I am Ra the God of The Sun

And who are you~?”

I didn’t ask for this…….

Ok that’s a lie I did say I wanted to change the plot of Ennead.

But this isn’t what I had in mind

“You who stood on this very hill on the power of chaos with me who are you?”

“Almighty Ra God of the Sun,I am but simply a lowly being with the honor of being in thy presence”

I bow down lowly to pay my respects as even though this wasn’t my home dimension I knew it would be a bad idea to anger a god.

Ra seemed amuse as I tried very hard to not make eye contact with her bright eyes.

Why must I be the one chosen to be sent to another world?

“How about I give you a purpose and a name?”

What?

“Rule beside me and you and I will make the start the creation of this world~”

Oh no oh nonononono

And get more involved with the plot?

That in itself is a death sentence and I will end up with just as high of a chance to get raped by God.

I simply wish to be a quiet NPC and watch from the sidelines

“Ra God Of The Sun it would be a honor to rule beside a great God as yourself,But I must decline as I am not equipped for such an important task to assist the creation of this world”

Ra’s eyes widen and she walks down closer to me her fingers clasp my chin and force me to look up at her

…..

Wtf is this so hot!?-

“Are you sure~?”

“Yes thine is sure Almighty Ra”

Ra smiles

Why is she smiling

What is she gonna do to me!?

Ra pat’s my head

“Very well From this day on thy name shall be (Y/N) thee shall be the first and forever loyal servant and will serve me and my future children”

How did this happen?

“Kekeke”

I look at the white haired individual in front of me in shock.

Where was I?

I was just returning home from the manga shop after I finally got the entire physical collection of the Ennead Manhwa.

Despite the fact I had long finished reading Ennead having the physical copies definitely felt different to only reading it online.

And now I was in this vast empty space

“Hey hey heyyyyyy~ are you even listening to us?”

I snapped out of my thoughts

I flinched as I saw the black mask with one eye stare into me

I gulped

“W-Who are you?”

The entity seemed surprised to hear me speak

“Finally your listening to us again”

Us?

“Thine name does not matter but what matters is thy is dead”

I’m dead?

Well finally,I actually made it further in life then I believed I would

“You don’t seemed worried”

I stare the being dead in the eyes….eye?

“Man have you seen Gen Z? Like at this point we could go through WW3 and not give a flying fuck”

The being stops for a second and seems to be thinking until it floats back a bit further from me

“Kekeke oh humans are still so amusing after so long,though aren’t you curious on how you died”

…..I didn’t think about that

“How did I die?”

The smile on the entity’s mask seems to grow wider showing some sharp canines

Are those real?

“I believe you humans call this trope truck-kun”

….

I really died to a fucking truck

Am I about to be isekaied rn

“Yes”

I was startled back

“I how- when?”

The entity smiles in amusement

“Of course I’m capable of reading minds I just decided if I want to or not”

Ok that is so embarrassing if he heard what I said earlier

“But yes thee shall be quote on quote isekaied”

“Where am I going?”

Suddenly the mask’s eye closes and it’s grin seems to sharpen.

I nervously redirect my attention to the entity’s tail which swishes around in a strange way.

It looked like how a cat’s tail would swish when it decide to play with its prey

I felt a cold shiver go up my spine

“That is for you to find out darling~”

Suddenly the entity seems to groan in pain and sigh

“Looks like our time is over dear,but I will try talk to you more along your journey,good luck”

Secrets of the Archive

•Originally these were gonna be called secrets under the Sun and secrets under the Moon for some of them

•Y/N wished to be a NPC but already knows their chances of being one is the same chances of Cale getting his slacker life

•Y/N will have some hidden powers cause I mean of course the unknown Entity doesn’t want their play thing to be destroyed so fast

•The unknown Entity says us for a reason

•Thine means I,Thy means your and Thee means you in ancient times

#Time-Shardz Stories #Ennead #ennead manhwa #ennead #x gn reader #x male reader #ocs #gn reader #male reader

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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The Birds They Put in Cages: A One-Shot

To escape certain execution on Asgard, Loki is forced to marry a beloved Midgardian socialite in order to bring peace to the vengeful hearts of Earth on the three-year anniversary of the Battle of New York. Meanwhile, you watch miserably on the sidelines as he saves his life by forever removing himself from yours.

Pairing: Loki x Reader angst Content: angst, arranged marriage, suicidal ideation, weed use, no happy ending Word Count: 4.4k

“It seems your wedding day has arrived, brother!” Thor boomed jovially from the far end of the library in Avengers Tower. “It’s an odd place for a groom to be spending his final hours as a bachelor, though, doesn’t it?”

Thor sauntered over to where Loki sat at a small desk by the window, consumed in the second act of Jane Eyre until he was so rudely reminded of the last thing he wanted to think about. He looked up with pouted lips and a tired glaze in his eye.

“Can’t you at least wait to mock me until after midday?” he replied sullenly, his eyes quickly retreating back to his book.

Thor sighed. “I thought you said you were going to pretend this was a good thing. It is, really, even if it doesn’t seem like it right now.”

Loki snapped the book shut and looked up at his adoptive brother angrily. “How can you say that? How could I say that?”

“I take it she’s still in your thoughts.”

“Y/N understands,” said Loki, “But reasonably, I’ve considered ritual suicide in an ancient Italian crypt as a solution, among other things.”

“Oh, I get it, that’s from that Shookstick guy you like, right?” Thor asked.

“I suppose that’s close enough,” Loki replied. He looked out the window, forlorn and depressed. Well, Loki, here’s one you can’t trick your way out of, for once.

“Brother, I am sorry, but she’s gone from your life,” Thor said sadly. “You were good together, but things pointed in a different direction for you.”

“I love her still,” Loki mused quietly. “I would die for her.”

“And if you called off the wedding tonight, you would,” Thor reminded him. “But no one would benefit from that, would they? So, maybe we can sit together and have one last stein to drown your sorrows!” Thor pulled two large class beer steins from behind him, seemingly from out of nowhere, and both instantly filled to the brim with amber liquid and foam. Loki smiled in spite of himself and took one, throwing back a big gulp before setting it down on the desk in front of him.

“What’s this book?” Thor asked, picking up the tome Loki was occupying himself with.

“Jane Eyre. Its about someone who chooses their own fate, and for Norn’s sake, don’t get beer on it, Thor!” Loki snapped, grabbing the book back.

Thor shrugged and took a fifteen-second swig of beer that almost emptied his glass. “What I don’t understand is how you haven’t even tried to plan some escape with her,” he said. “It’s not like you to accept this lying down.”

Loki nodded. “Indeed, but you saw how with one sentence, Dany’s father can ruin a life. Mine. Y/N’s. Midgardians may not have seidr, but they have other ways of manipulating the mind and enslaving the soul.”

“At least, um, at least Dany is beautiful?” Thor suggested. “You’ll have the most attractive bride in the galaxy!”

Loki shook his head. “Beauty isn’t in a shape or size, Thor. I may be many things, but a shallow fop who only concerns himself with the external form? What do you take me for?”

“Sorry, brother.”

The pair sat and drank in silence a moment, Thor refilling each of their glasses.

“So, you really will never see Y/N again?” Thor asked.

“It’s part of the terms,” Loki answered sadly. “Besides, it will be enough of a pain for her to see the tabloid covers of Dany and I. The less she encounters me in earnest, the better for her to move on and recover.”

The blonde god knitted his brows in thought. “Well, that may be true, but it’s not exactly easy to ‘recover’ from true love.”

Loki looked up at Thor, a look of hope in his eyes for the first time in weeks. “You think that’s what we had?”

“My brother, you two were practically naming your children,” he replied. “I really am just trying to lighten your spirits here, but maybe it’s futile.”

“It is. It’s the most deplorable prison I’ve ever locked myself within. Please go away and leave me to absorb that in six hours, I will be permanently tethered to some show pony who blackmailed me into a Happily Ever After with her, while my twin soul weeps elsewhere and watches.”

Thor cocked his head as an idea came to him. “How far can you send projections?”

Loki gave Thor an inquisitory look. “I can call them back from anywhere, why?”

Thor shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe you can see Y/N one more time before making yourself do this, but you have to be sneaky one last time.”

In spite of himself, Loki smiled at Thor’s hint. “Brother, did you forget who I am?”

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Loki was stuck between a vibranium asteroid and a hard place. Three years ago, under the influence of Thanos, Loki had failed to bring down the conquest of Earth, and as a result, was handed one of two sentences after facing a tribunal made of Midgard and Asgard: either accept Asgardian justice, which Loki’s oh-so-beloved father Odin had declared would mean a death sentence, or undergo indefinite probation on Midgard under the watchful eye of Nick Fury and the Avengers. Loki was no fool, so he of course chose life in exile. However, the terms of the parole were ironclad: a single violation and extradition was imminent.

Loki knew how to behave, and it wasn’t like he was in any hurry to return to Asgard and the shame (as well as the headsman’s block) that would have greeted him. In fact, Loki quickly found exile to be a pleasant experience when you arrived in his life seven months after the tribunal, when a friend of a friend had gotten you a job as a research assistant under Stark. While you’d kept your fling on the down-low to start, it wasn’t too difficult for the others on the team to see Loki’s heart was slowly being stolen, as was yours.

At first, it was little snide comments while passing one another in the corridor. Then, you’d invited Loki to see what ‘Midgardian magic looked like,’ and allowed him to watch you as you worked with your experiments, a little flattered to see how engrossed he became in your talents. Before you knew it, Loki was sharing his heart with you late into the nights, and in spite of yourself, you fell in love, hard and fast. As much as the pair of you had initially insisted on keeping things ‘casual,’ you quickly discovered that what you had between you was much more than that.

You loved how he laughed when recalling his tricks and successes in adventures past. He fell at your feet whenever you whispered gently in his ear that you ‘needed him.’ You gave him a reason to settle into life on Midgard with contentment in spite of his nature. He was absolutely besotted with your voice every time you grabbed your favorite book off the shelf (Jane Eyre) and read a chapter out loud to him. You didn’t even mind when he stopped you to ask questions half way through a paragraph.

Once, you swore you heard Tony Stark call you “Mrs. Reindeer Games.”

Then came Danielle Ashton-Banks, the heiress to the Ashton-Banks Hotels and Suites fortune, and the world’s most eligible bachelorette. Known for being charismatic, charitable, and a big partier, it was as if Pygmalion had carved the woman out of marble. Tall, thin in all the right places and curved in all the right places, with jet black hair that shimmered in the light, and a smile that said “I have the best orthodontist in Beverly Hills,” Danielle was a catch, and she was among the world’s most popular celebrities.

You’d been with the God of Mischief for nearly a year when she walked into an investors’ party and stole the attention from everyone in the room. She, like any woman with eyes and a sex drive, fell at Loki’s feet. They did share some personality traits and got on like friends, to your slight jealousy. At the end of the evening, you didn’t think twice about ever seeing her again, as you and Loki had left the soiree hand-in-hand.

Danielle, whether she was being encouraged by unseen meddlers or doing so of her own volition, began showing up more often and attempting to cozy up to Loki. She began encouraging him to go out in public with her, and while there was never any obvious physical contact or chemistry between the pair, the public ate it up. Approval ratings for the Avengers skyrocketed, and the general populace even seemed to be willing to forgive Loki’s transgressions for the most part, if someone as perfect and wonderful as Danielle Ashton-Banks was clearly macking on him.

The only reason Loki had been polite and remained on friendly terms with her is because he knew he had you waiting for him just behind the cameras. He had no idea what was coming when Danielle came up with the ‘brilliant’ idea of marrying Loki in a grand spectacle meant to rival even the Royal Wedding of 2011.

“It will be like William and Kate, but for the whole world to cheer for!” Danielle’s father, Marcus, had said. “And if it doesn’t happen, perhaps Asgard can have the final say. I know that when it comes to a royal wedding, those guys don’t chop corners, do they, Loki? Asgardians sure know how to keep their heads about them when planning such grand events, yes?”

The God of Mischief suddenly found himself powerless as the idea was approved by the probationary board. “It will bring that last bit of approval that the Initiative needs to regain momentum,” the Head of the Probationary Board had said.

“An arranged marriage? How utterly archaic!” Loki had defended himself. “You would bind me to someone I don’t love, when you all know well that my soul belongs to another?”

“You’re having a fling with Stark’s research assistant,” Marcus had replied. “Easily fixed. She’s fired.”

Danielle always got her way, and the official engagement announcement that followed broke the internet, as well as your heart.

Nothing plucked at your heartstrings more than listening to Loki, alternating between fury and sorrow, explaining everything to you that night. You graciously accepted and understood that Loki had no say in this. In fact, it made you weep for him to see him so vulnerable. The God was caged. Gods didn’t do well under lock and key. It was all you could do for him to quietly relieve him from your relationship, kiss him once on the brow, and to look away when the entire world collectively squealed with glee at the announcement of the Loki/Danielle Ashton-Banks wedding.

You were made to pack up your desk while CNN played in the background covering the betrothal and the preparations for the ceremony, to be publicly televised. Danielle and her father had arranged it so that you were unceremoniously shoved out the door without even being able to say goodbye to most of the others.

You did manage to catch a glimpse of him as you left, his head turned away from you, his forehead against the door, as if he were hiding his face on purpose from anyone who could catch on that the great God of Mischief was finally beaten inside.

It was the worst image to be the last of your love, but it remained burned into your retinas as the days passed and the wedding day neared…

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Thor stood as Loki’s best man, and was a little too reserved as the sanctuary of St. Patrick’s was filled to the brim with everyone connected to the Avenger Initiative and the Ashton-Banks fortune. Paparazzi lined the back of the chapel, cameras and mics at the ready to record the blessed event. Thousands of fans lined the roads outside the church, and some of the Avengers themselves acted as crowd control as the wedding party arrived at the cathedral.

Loki stood at the altar, dressed in a black suit, his dark waves tied back at his neck. He looked oddly blank-faced, staring right ahead as the organ player finished warming up, ready to play the march (or, as far as Loki was concerned, the dirge).

The crowd in the pews got to their feet as the music swelled. Camera flashes started twinkling so furiously, Thor couldn’t help but try to blink them away, to no avail. Ohs and Ahs rang out as Dany stepped into the aisle to meet her husband, her satin white dress made with more material than most stories had in stock. She was a vision in cream colors, not a hair out of place or a crumb of makeup smeared. Seeing Loki, she beamed her pure-white smile, fluttering her eyes, signaling to her beloved.

Loki hardly reacted, nodding curtly at her, no sweat on his brow, no tremble in his lip, no regret in his face.

Thor had to fight back a giggle at the humorously-unbalanced scene. Oh, I hope no one figures it out. He needs a little respite today, if just for a minute.

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Jersey smells, you thought. And now I’m contributing to the stink.

There was no way you were staying in the City today, even sequestered in your loft in Brooklyn. The promo images for the wedding were everywhere, Dany’s interviews playing on every station. Hell, people had even made t-shirts commemorating the blessed event of your soul mate marrying another woman. It was all you could do to muster the energy to rise that day before dawn in order to enter self-imposed exile on your cousin’s apartment building rooftop in Newark, which had a decent view of the City skyline as early evening rolled in.

You sat on the edge of the roof, a comically large glass pipe in your hand (shaped like a green dragon winding itself around a pile of gold—a gift from Loki for your last birthday). You crammed as much cannabis shake as you could into the bowl, spilling some onto your lap.

If I get absolutely shitfaced and fall off this roof…eh, who’d care?

You knew at any moment that fireworks would be set off over Midtown, and that would indicate the wedding was signed, sealed, and delivered, and that your beloved Loki was a married god. To cope, you did what you did best: taking an eighth of Maui Wowee outside and blazing yourself into stupidity while watching the night rise and singing off-key.

Singing was your favorite way of showing off for Loki. One would think it was your research, as that was what had brought you and Loki together in the first place, but it was when you were alone, him begging you to sing a verse from a Broadway show, that you truly felt like a princess. His princess.

YOU were supposed to be his princess. Sadly, you were as powerless as he.

The air was stilled that night, so you had no trouble lighting an ember in the bowl and sucking back long and deep, the massive quantity of skunky smoke filling your chest to the point of bursting. You held it there for nearly ten seconds before slowly releasing your breath, watching your emission gather into a dusty cloud and slowly hover off into the dusk.

You sang to yourself from the darkest show you could think of, inspired by the greenish-brown cloud that hovered over New York like an unnatural mist. “Smoke? Smoke! Sign of the Devil! City on fire…”

“Well, if the city is on fire, it certainly isn’t my fault, is it?”

You nearly dropped your pipe at the soothing, incredible sound of Loki’s quipping voice. The last thing you’d expected to hear, but the most desired.

You resisted the urge to believe what you were seeing, and instead you felt yourself laughing in a wave that quickly grew out of control.

“Oh, that just isn’t fucking fair,” you muttered, taking another quick drag off of your dragon. “Tanya’s stuff doesn’t usually have this effect. I’ll kill her for lacing this.”

“Effect? Darling, you aren’t hallucinating. I’m here, well, maybe not entirely,” he answered you, smiling, dressed to the nines in what you could only assume was his wedding attire (fucking hell, he was so sexy and imposing!). “I had to see you.”

Though your brain was quickly fogging over, you chose to accept that Loki’s specter was here before you, interacting with you as if he were flesh and bone before you. “My love, you’re getting married right now,” you said woefully, placing your weed beside you on the ledge before getting up and running to meet him in the middle of the rooftop.

He nodded. “I am. We’re at the altar right now, actually, although my heart is here.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just waiting on the fireworks.”

“Those are merely ostentatious bombs that you are about to see. Fireworks are here with you,” he answered. “Oh, were I able to hold you now! It should be you at my side.”

You immediately felt the insides of your eyes go hot and wet, listening to Loki’s longing for you. “Hearing you say so is almost enough.”

“Yet it can’t ever be enough,” he moaned.

You shrugged. “As long as it saves you from death—”

“—it IS death!” Loki shouted, his voice sharp and loud, barking frustration into the darkness. “Had I only realized it sooner: you can’t cage a god and expect him to thrive!”

“I know that technically, I was invited, but I hope you understand why I can’t exactly watch as you declare your eternal vows for someone so beneath you,” you answered.

Loki scoffed. “’Beneath me’ is an understatement, my love. She only wants to go out and dance at clubs, or be seen on red carpets. She thought Mr. Rochester was a brand of cleaning fluid! She’s made it very clear that I am an ornament for her arm and a doll for her bed.”

You both looked at your feet, him in despair, and you in despair mixed with intoxication.

“Do you think there is ever a way we could see each other after this?” you asked.

Loki shook his head. “I think we would’ve figured it out by now, dearest heart.”

You nodded, recalling how as soon as the plans were being put in motion for the marriage, you and Loki had plotted in desperation to stop them, only to find that Dany’s loud charm (and her father’s even louder bank account) had sealed off all escape routes for Loki. Loki pleaded with Fury and Stark, which had disturbed both men to see the normally arrogant being brought so low as to beg before a superior.

It made you fall to pieces to see it for yourself.

The noose had tightened around Loki’s neck before either of you knew it, and nether of you had any cards to play in the end (especially seeing as you weren’t even allowed in Avengers Tower on Dany’s request after you were terminated). You both were forced to accept that this was it: this was how the light would leave your life. Tomorrow and the future would perhaps be bearable but hollow, and every kiss Loki shared with Dany echoed off the walls of his prison and shook his will apart at the seams.

“Arranged marriage,” you scoffed. “I thought this was 2015, not 1015.”

Loki sighed in agreement, wishing he could touch your face to wipe away your tears, and feel your warm skin against his palm. “This would happen to me. It’s almost a more fitting punishment than the death sentence.”

“I can’t bear to see you go off into this lonely life, especially without me!” you broke down, taking off in a sprint to fall into Loki’s arms, only to fall right through his projection and land up against the brick wall behind him.

“Norns, Y/N! Be careful, okay?” Loki called, turning and watching helplessly as you showed him that there was only a tiny, painless scrape on your elbow. “I could heal that, if only—”

“—no, no, it’s not the only scar I’ll keep from tonight, believe me.”

You looked into Loki’s eyes and saw where the real pain was. His blue irises stood in front of whites that were tinted with the red of sleeplessness, his eyes cradled in large, dark bags. Dressed in his best, he looked like an awkward teenager unsure of himself and just wanting to run and hide. Yet, he was such a beautiful creature, even in the depths of sorrow. “I wish…I wish we’d never met. You can’t lose what you never had,” you hissed angrily, looking over his shoulder towards the NYC skyline, now completely aglow against the black sky.

Loki shook his head and thoughtlessly reached out a hand for you. “Please, of all the pain that we are facing today, those are by far the most agonizing I’ve heard yet. Don’t make me hear those words again!”

“But why not? We’d both be so much better off!” you sighed in defeat.

“My darling, my life, if I never knew you, how could I know what love is at all? At least I can take your final words to me and let them play over in my mind’s eye like a pleasant, haunting memory.”

You bit your lip, looking against over the horizon anxiously. “Loki, my love, may I ask one last thing of you?”

“Please ask me to plunge a dagger into my throat...or more to the point, hers.”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, looking back up at Loki, hoping he would catch on for what you had in mind. “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you."

You just knew that Loki immediately realized what you were asking for. He straightened his position and looked tenderly at you, reciting: "And your will shall decide your destiny, I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions."

By far, the most intimate moments you’d ever shared with your otherworldly paramour were when you shared your favorite scene of your favorite book with him, and he’d proposed that you read it to one another, acting out the roles of Miss Eyre and Edward Rochester, using the passionate recitations to ignite your own flames of affection. Tony Stark once referred to it as “foreplay for dorks,” but nothing stoked your dreams faster than when Loki pulled out the book and asked to ‘go over something’ with you in private.

Now, here you were, declaring your love for Loki from the rooftops for one last time.

“You play a farce!”

Loki’s look grew more intense as he began to lose himself in his character’s thoughts. “I ask you to pass through this life at my side, as my second self—”

“—and for that fate you have already made your choice, and I must abide by it! I am torn away now, and cannot return, for your bride stands between us.”

Loki began shaking, realizing how much he wished he could be speaking his lines in sincerity. He raised his voice, and with the most conviction he’d felt in months, Loki’s declaration boomed into the night:

“My bride is here!”

You couldn’t continue. The tears flowed freely now, and your voice quivered and faltered, bringing you back to Earth, the last place you wanted to be.

You closed the gap between you and the projection, and were Loki corporeal in your presence, your chests would’ve been pressed against one another. Looking up into his eyes again, you just wanted everything to erase. All of it.

“You really don’t…you have regrets about us?” you asked between your sobs.

“Never. Not a single one. I love you, Y/N. No matter what becomes of our separate lives, I will always imagine it’s you in bed next to me. I will pretend my children have your eyes, that you carried them inside you, and that I was at your side when you brought them forth,” Loki vowed to you. “No matter what the gossip says about us, my love, please know in your soul that she will never own my heart, and I’m longing for the day she grows bored of me and files for a divorce, so that I may run home to you.”

You felt a hopeful pang in your chest at the mention of divorce. “Do you think that could happen one day?”

“I’m afraid I’m still not clairvoyant, my pet,” he replied with sorrow. “It could, it could not, and I’m afraid if I forced it onto her myself, it would backfire and make things worse.”

You nodded. “You’re probably right.”

Loki chuckled. “Darling, we’ve been a pair of doves flying together for two years, and you only just admitted for the first time that I can be right.”

The smile Loki’s joke induced spread across your face, breaking through the pain. “Well, if not now, when?” you giggled.

That was when the first firecrackers boomed in the distance, back towards the NYC skyline. You heart fell into your abdomen. Reality sank back in.

Loki choked back a tear, trying to maintain at least a little sliver of positivity to return to the festivities with. “It appears I’ve just kissed my new wife.”

You nodded silently as the explosions increased and technicolor sparks grazed the skyline. “Mazel tov,” you whispered. “Please try to find some happiness, wherever you go from here.”

“Don’t envy my gilded cage, my love,” Loki replied. “I would rather be chasing the horizon with you.”

“I love you!” you pushed through the tears. “Forever!”

“And I love you, for always, my soul,” Loki whispered.

Before another word could be uttered, the specter of your true love faded into non-existence as he returned to where he was expected to be, leaving you standing on the rooftop, alone, listening helplessly to the matrimonial celebrations reach a crescendo behind you.

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I know the plot has ‘been done’ quite a bit. Just wanted to try it out for myself. 😊

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xiaomainlmao · 1 year

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A/n- Was listening to a royal Cyno playlist when this came to my mind.

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"A very special meeting you said, eh? Why am I the only one here then." Your smirk never left your face. You knew exactly what the eremites wanted- a chance at the throne.

"Oh there are a bunch of things I want from you- your life, your position, your body or maybe even your hand," the mercenary stated, and you were already aware the things on his list would be far from normal but this? The audacity! Your patience was already running thin. "Tonight, however, your Highness," he spat your title with pure loathe, "I want to expose your true identity."

"Oh? Are you indicating that I'm hiding my true self? And if so, how will you reveal it I wonder."

"Are you taking this as a joke?" He grit his teeth, controlling his urge to lash out already, knowing that you weren't the worst of fighters.

All this, while you were aware of the many pair of eyes on you. Despite seeming like a near-deserted area, you knew that there were people surrounding you. But you also knew, that only one of the many there was actually going to save you in case things get rough. Only one... that the eremites couldn't have predicted to be there as well.

"Even if you do expose me now, I have nothing to lose. I could die here and our true goal would still be accomplished in the near future. And it is for that very reason, that I, tonight, am not afraid of what you tell the others about me." You pointed towards yourself, a maniacal laughter holding itself in. "What are you going to do? Scream it to the world that this "royal" family is now just a façade? That the original rulers had long since given up the thrown? Hahaha!" You couldn't hold your laughter after all. Something like this makes one look like they're the villain, the antagonist, but when it comes to actual, real life situations, who can decide who's in the right and who deserves to die?

No one! The real world is corrupted and there's no author to control it. And then, there's the blind dogs of the Ayn-al-Ahmer. The Tianquan of Liyue quoted, 'In this human age, we must fight on our strength alone!' But these fools will never understand that, not so long as they believe that their beloved, long gone King Desheret can solve the mysteries of life and death.

Do they really think that the gods even have a chance in the new era anymore? Mondstadt is taken care of by the Knights of Favonious, Liyue has its Qixing, Inazuma with its tri-commission, Fontaine with their judiciary…! And soon, you'll lay down the foundation of the new, evolved Akademiya that uses actual thinking rather than using the Akasha. You were to soon give up your throne in pursuit of an academic evolution either way, what did you have to lose tonight? Even Lesser Lord Kusanali has approved of the upcoming institution and was ready to watch from the sidelines and interfere only when required, just like how the Gods of the other nations were stepping back in the new era. Of course, people would still use their visions and considerer them to be the 'God's favour'. They still prayed to the Gods. But they were also determined to grow stronger as mortals. To let go of the Divine obsession, and be self-reliant. If only these stubborn eremites...

You dodged towards the left, as the eremite punched his right hand right where your face was a second ago. Your hand, that was behind your back this whole time, finally revealed the spear it was hoisting, as the eremite drew his hammer from his back using his left hand. Holding it with both his hands and steadying himself, he aimed at you again, this time, you blocked his blow by placing the polearm between you both. You pushed him backward, spinning the weapon in your arm as you took in your surroundings once more.

A couple more eremites jumped out of their hiding, their weapons aiming for you. You dodged most of them, but there were just too many and you couldn't defend, dodge and fight at the same time. You were running out of breath.

Just as another eremite jumped behind you, his own spear above his head, you saw sparks of purple in the dark night. "Futile!" The eremite got pushed to the side, mid air, as Cyno came forward, alerting the eremites of the General Mahamatra's presence. His ruby eyes pierced through the eremite you had been talking to earlier, before looking towards you and giving you a small nod.

With him here, it was much easier to deal with the eremites. Just as the last of the eremites were left, you got pushed to the ground, two of them towering over you. You held them off with your spear in front of you until Cyno interfered and successfully got rid of them.

He lend you his hand and helped you up. "Can you walk?" "Ah… I think I sprained my ankle." "No worries." With one hand below your legs Cyno lifted you up, supporting your back with his other hand. He looked back to where the eremite leader lay on the ground, growling at the two of you, and he growled back.

Amidst the dying chaos, with some eremites still being confused as to how the General Mahamatra managed to catch up with you while the others wondered why your fighting style was so similar to the General's, Cyno walked off with you in his arms.

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buckybarnessunflower · 2 years

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The Spectacular N O W

Summary: You and Bucky have feelings for one another, that everyone can plainly see but the two of you. A mission goes horribly wrong and Bucky is faced with the reality that he may have waited too late. But when lovers are destined to be together something spectacular happens.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1642

Warnings: Angst ! so much angst ! Torture. Panic Attack.

Author's note: a flashback is in this chapter it will be in Italic!

Your eyes snapped open as you woke up, body covered in a layer of cold sweat. You were shaking uncontrollably, heart pounding wildly within your chest as you tried to look around the room that they had put you in while you were still unconscious. You couldn’t even see your hand that you held out. There was no light anywhere in the room, you were encapsulated in a heavy seemingly impenetrable darkness.

That’s when fear settled in, it crawled up your throat making you feel like you were losing the ability to breath, each breath coming more rapidly and in short gasps. It pumped through your veins, you had never been more on edge then what you were right now. There was nothing you could focus on to try to help you calm down, total and complete silence blanketed the room.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you pulled at your hair and rocked back and forth on the floor. You wished you were stronger. You weren’t a super soldier like Steve or Bucky. You weren’t insanely smart and charismatic like Tony. You weren’t a God like Thor. You weren’t a super spy like Natasha. You weren’t like Sam or Clint or Peter. You were just you.

The sound of laughter echoing out from the hallway broke you from your thoughts. The door to your cell was thrown open, blinding white light making you wince.

“Well well well you’re finally awake” a voice said and you instantly recognized it from the Hydra base. You forced yourself to open your eyes, squinting through the pain of going from complete darkness to blinding light. You cupped a hand over your eyes and looked up. You couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped even if you tried at seeing the man standing in front of you.

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Sam was worried about Bucky. It was clear for him to see that Bucky was going through the stages of grief.

Steve and Sam, after seeing Bucky so heartbroken the night before, had decided to take turns keeping an eye on him in case he needed it.

Sam had sat outside your room, head in his hands trying to think of a way to bring you back home when he heard something he never thought he would.

Bucky was sobbing, he could hear him struggling to breathe in and Sam was about to break the door down to help.

But Sam himself was crying as he heard Bucky beg. “God please I……. I know I've done a lot wrong in my life. I know I'm not a good person but please Y/n is…... Please let them take me please……. I'll….. I’ll let them do whatever they want to me but please she doesn’t deserve that ……..please let me take her place” he had heard Bucky try to bargain and fuck. fuck. fuck. Sam liked to think that out of the group that he was one of the strongest mentally, but hearing Bucky like that tore him down to the very center of his being.

Sam knew he liked to mess with Bucky, that he joked at his expense far more often than he should but at the end of the day he deeply cared for him. Sam was the one that was constantly pushing Bucky to confess to you how he felt because he wanted Bucky to be happy. He wanted the two of you together because he saw how much you cared for one another, you were good, Sam was willing to confess that you were probably the best out of the whole team.

Your demeanor and approach to life even after everything you had been through was admirable and he had watched from the sidelines as you got Bucky to smile, to laugh, and to enjoy life. It was the very same thing he had watched Steve struggle to do for years but with you it was so easy. Yeah you were easier on the eyes than Steve was but it was the way that you had broken down his walls that made Sam in complete and utter awe of you.

Knowing how much Bucky loved you was the exact reason why Sam did absolutely nothing but watch as Bucky pummeled John to the point that Bruce had to turn into the Hulk to pry him off. Rage had consumed Bucky whole when he heard the sound of the quinjet touchdown, all he saw was red and nothing or no-one was going to stop him from doing what he had wanted to do for years. Losing you gave him all the more reason to do it. Steve was disappointed even after finding out that hearing John laugh about the situation is what ultimately led to the bloodbath that he had walked into.

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The man standing in front of you was Brock Rumlow.

His face was burned beyond repair and horribly disfigured but you could still recognize him.

“Your precious Bucky did this to me” Brock said with a sneer when he saw the way you looked at his face.

“He should have killed you” you spat out, clear disdain evident in your voice.

Brock nodded his head and all of a sudden you were hoisted up by a man that had come in with him. Brock reared his fist back and hit you on the side of your head.

When you had first woken up fear was what consumed you, the unknown of what you were dealing with. It was all you felt. But Now you could feel the pain that your mind had chosen to ignore in your fight or flight mode.

You could feel the excruciating pain at the back of your skull where you had been knocked unconscious. You could feel your cheek start to swell where Brock hit you. The pain was amplified now tenfold. You struggled to breathe when Brock hit you over and over again all over your body. You would have fallen if it wasn’t for you being held up.

“I didn’t want to do that but you just had to run your mouth, we’ll try talking in a few days princess. I’ll let everything sink in because we’ll be spending a lot of time together soon” Brock whispered in your ear before kissing the broken skin on your cheek, making your skin crawl.

You were once again alone in the darkness after they closed your cell door. You had no way of knowing how bad your injuries were, you only knew that your head was in excruciating pain that radiated all the down your spine.

Then like a beacon of hope to help relieve you of your pain a memory of Bucky flashed in your mind.

You had finally convinced Bucky to go with you to your favorite bookstore, it was small and quaint but to you it was a gem in the middle of New York City's endless skyscrapers. You had been begging Bucky for weeks to go with you because unknown to him you had managed to find the perfect gift for him for his birthday. Bucky had been hesitant at first because he didn't like being around a lot of people. There were only two people he liked to be around, you and Steve. Sam would be on that list if he didn't make it his life's mission to annoy Bucky.

Bucky's uneasiness around crowds is why you had asked the owner if they could reserve a time for just you and Bucky, the older man was happy to help his favorite weekly customer.

Bucky couldn't believe that you and him were the only two people in the bookstore, you had promised him there wouldn't be too many people but he wasn't expecting this. He looked at you suspiciously, knowing that you most likely were the reason behind it.

He had watched you as you looked around the bookstore, a finger brushing across the spines of books that were probably older than you, the care that you showed even for an inanimate object warmed his cold heart. He watched again as the owner of the bookshop slid a package into your bag, you smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

Jealousy coursed through Bucky's veins, taking the super soldier by surprise. Yes he liked you and enjoyed spending time with you, it's why he even decided to come with you today. But jealousy? This was a new feeling you invoked within him and he didn't know what to make of it.

Bucky eventually walked through the aisles of books himself, picking up various science fiction novels and a few mystery series that Steve had recommended to him.

It was after you and Bucky got back to the compound that he finally found out why you had wanted to go to the bookstore so bad. It was seconds after midnight, officially his birthday when a small blue package was pushed under the gap of his door. He carefully picked it up, sparkly blue paper wrapped around what felt like a small book.

'Happy Birthday Bucky' you had written on the paper. He opened it as gently as he could, his eyes instantly going wide when he saw what you had bought. A first edition copy of The Hobbit.

If it could, his heart would have grown two sizes. He flipped through the pages, a smile lifting at the corners of his lips as he remembered reading it for the first time in the 1940's.

The memory made you smile even through the pain and you hoped, Oh God you hoped you would see Bucky again so you could finally let him know you loved him. That he deserved to be loved. That he was the best man you knew and you wanted to spend every minute of every day making sure he knew that.

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