#ohhhh to learn to be human again x to learn how to be yourself again

[rigorplague]

and all i’ve got is you . . .

i don’t think i ever posted this, but it is one of my favorite drawings that i’ve done :3 tuckington my heart…

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb art #rvb fanart #digital art #rvb wash #david washington #agent washington #wash rvb #rvb tucker #tucker rvb #tuckington #they hurt me so much in a good way #ohhhh to learn to be human again x to learn how to be yourself again #DIEEEEEEEE

[xjulixred45x]

Can I please request the female douma in hasbin hotel I just saw the new trailer and thought about my favourite demon lazy demon .

Ohhhh, Hazbin Hotel! That pretty cool! Deal ;)

Thanks for the Request ❤️

Hazbin Hotel x Douma Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: Douma itself is a Warnings (Cults, cannibalism), Hell, Alastor, mentions of alcohol, long work.

You died during the Taisho era, in Japan. having lived a fairly long and…full life, so to speak.

You were born with a unique appearance! with Rainbow irises that made you extremely popular in the area where you lived.

So much so that the people in your family believed that you had a special gift for speaking with the gods, so they formed a cult around you.

without knowing that in this way they would be awakening the darker side of your being.

As you grew up, being worshiped by the cult your parents had made, you couldn't really learn to differentiate emotions, which was frustrating. You wanted to feel SOMETHING, anything. have the experience.

and you tried everything.

do good things, do bad things, help the cult people with words you didn't really mean, scam, hurt, hurt animals, hurt yourself, hurt others in multiple ways, etc.

Even if they generated a certain feeling of emotion in you, you wouldn't say that they filled you up.

until you decided to try killing certain disciples and eating them to get rid of them.

and it was a success!You finally started to feel the emotions that others talked so much about!

Although of course, not all good things come for free, when you died there was no doubt that you would fall to hell, and so it was.

Honestly, You were very surprised to have fallen into hell, not because you didn't deserve it, but because you were an atheist all your life, believing that everything you preached was a lie.

And it turns out that it was true?? How curious.

but it didn't mean you wouldn't take advantage of your new playground.

With your natural charm, your unique and striking appearance (almost the same as you were when you were human) you were able to convince several low-ranking demons to trust you with their souls, rising in rank exponentially.

To make it easier for you, with your demon abilities you created a place similar to what your cult was like, there you could more easily control the people who gave you their souls.

In record time you became an Overlord. one quite well known but very mysterious. One that had a striking appearance and powers, but was rarely seen.

You could do anything you wanted in hell! which made the scope of your misdeeds increase exponentially, you couldn't be happier!

If we're talking about interacting with Hazbin Hotel's rl cast, of course you did! You were somewhat curious to know how Lucifer's daughter's attempt at humanitarian aid would fail. Also, bother Alastor? You are in!

Technically you already knew Alastor, you two died at similar times (you died before) and you saw how he rose very strongly among the Overlords, you liked him.

Unfortunately Alastor did not enjoy your company in the least, precisely because it made it very difficult for him to read you, either because of your lack of GENUINE emotion or because, like him, you used the trick of always having a smiling and pleasant facade.

Still, of course, he would rather be killed again than admit that.

But it was really a shame, he found some aspects of you pleasant.

For example, your taste in Canibal cuisine, Alasror recognized that you had good taste in that aspect.

Apart from that, you came from a VERY rich culture and spoke fluently in both English and Japanese, which was a great sight. Alastor normally wouldn't think that someone (at first glance) so airheaded would be able to speak a language like that so fluently.

but he is definitely something like your Akaza.

I mean, every time you push him out enough, Alastor will use Elrich magic on you and destroy you in the most grotesque ways possible.

That's until he realizes that you like it when he does that! That you make him hurt you on purpose because you're a masochistic son of a bitch!

The worst thing is that he doesn't realize this until Husk tells him...having already known you for years.

Speaking of, Husk doesn't trust you, not in the slightest.

he thinks you're a freak, a second Alastor but even worse, at least Alastor is honest about how horrible he is unlike you.

He serves you drinks when you ask, but if he can, he throws the glass directly in your eye or head, simply because he can. for your delight.

He is quicker to realize your intentions than the average person, and if he realizes that you want to turn one of the hotel members into your "dinner" he is drawing the cards SO FAST---

lots of offensive nicknames, to counteract the "affectionate" nicknames you give to people you know.

Don't touch it or ask it by surprise. Have you seen how cats do when they step on their tail? that's Husk when you surprise him.

Charlie...she's insecure about you.

and she feels BAD about it! She is supposed to be impartial and that everyone deserves a chance to change their ways! but you...well, it's you.

Charlie is not so naive, when more than one member of the Staff warns her that you are bad news, she is considerate of them and tries to make you leave, they have already had incidents with Overlords before, she wants to believe that you are different.

but it proves quite quickly that not when you show your more... somber side.

She tries to be cautious, failing miserably because she wants to know everything about you. You are someone very interesting!

Charlie definitely didn't have much of an idea who you were when she met you, your name did ring any bells, but she didn't think it was that important ---

until you casually blurted out the information that you had a fucking cult.

and that you eat demons.

FROM THE SAME FUCKING CULT YOU HAVE.

There Charlie decides to put into practice everything given in "setting boundaries" and tells you that although she likes how... you liven up the atmosphere of the hotel (and the air conditioning in some way) she DEFINITELY does not want to associate with you having Alastor.

if she KNOWS that you are trying to do something against the hotel or any of the staff members (especially Vaggie)...ohohoho buddy, prepare yourself for an ANGRY Charlie ready to show you WHO'S THE BOSS HERE.

(She definitely tries to get several members of your cult to go to the hotel with her to protect them from you).

You get on Vaggie's nerves. A Lot.

not only because you cool everything you touch, but because you are very similar to Alastor.

She knows you're hiding something, that you want something from them but she can't get it out of you easily, so she's content to just watch you from a distance and make sure you don't mess with anyone.

VERY PROTECTIVE WITH EVERYONE WHEN YOU ARE THERE, it increases the hotel's defenses by 130% and keeps you away from where others are.

You definitely like to annoy her by calling her names that are too friendly for your type of relationship or even using her as an armrest. In these types of cases you usually receive a few good punches in the ribs or a headbutt.

If you try to get too close, she applies the pilot's weapon to you, that is, she takes out her angelic spear and threatens you with a lot of violence. cursing you in Spanish in the process.

She's not as intimidated by you as she is by Alastor, but she definitely doesn't think you're safer for any reason.

less after finding out what you do with the people in your cult.

good luck keeping Vaggie from killing you!

Angel Dust is scared of you, like, really scared.

It's not because you're similar to Alastor, or because you're a Cannibal, or because you're a powerful Overlord. not at all.

It's because you are very similar to Valentino.

You pretend to be a good person, that you give a shit about what happens to the people at the hotel, but really no, it's all fake. REALLY fake.

you feel nothing.

and that terrifies him. He doesn't know how he acts around you. so Angel avoids you as much as he can, going near the fireplace since you don't like the heat, or near Husk.

he keeps making jokes at your expense, but it's really his way of handling the situation.

apart from the fact that Angel genuinely thinks you're pathetic, because you couldn't find any other way to enjoy your life and another life other than hurting people.

that's pathetic.

Yes, she won't let you be near the most vulnerable residents, like Niffty (when she's drunk) and she definitely won't let you be near Fatt Nuggets.

Try him and he will show you what he lived by while he was alive.

Niffty isn't scared of you in the slighleast.

In fact she is attracted to you on many levels, but Alastor will NEVER LET you be even a kilometer close to her in his presence.

In fact, there is a high possibility that you and her will secretly become friends, but Niffty better take care of herself around you.

She makes you use your ice powers so she can make things in the snow, snow angels, dolls, kill bugs with snow picks, etc.

she likes you and you like her :) surprisingly.

Sir Pentious is quite similar to Angel with you.

Sir Pentious is very aware of your reputation as a fearsome Overlord and definitely does not want to join the list of victims with his Eggboys, so he stays as far away from you as possible.

He has tried to make inventions resistant to your frozen currents, since it costs Charlie quite a few resources (because you don't pay a shit for what you break, you cheapskate) and certain artifacts that counteract your ice powers.

He brings several of his smoke machines to the hotel when he knows you're coming to visit (and if you come as a surprise, most likely everyone will hide in Pentious's warship because it's very hot in there.

Yes, he doesn't let his Ehgboys be near you in the slightest, he tells them horror stories with you like the big egg-eating monster.

and if you try something with his Minions PREPARE FOR THE DEATH RAY--

In general, you are a pain in the ass for everyone, everyone, always :)

^when they find out You come to visit

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for the Request ❤️

#headcanons #fem reader #neutral reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #kny douma #hazbin hotel sir pentious

[carnal-lnstinct]

Ohhhh. Sign me up for the Ox Prince. I’m so interested in your idea for that. 🔥 I’m all about how hot that would be.

Ox Prince Gohan x Reader〖 requested by @loki-love 〗 ✦✦Content: M/18+. MINORS DNI. Gohan inherited the power pole and greatly misuses it. co-workers. fuck buddies. light bondage. ✦✦Warning: explicit language. manipulation. implied hate sex. ✦✦A/N: Don't ask him what that power pole do unless you got time to find out. 👀 I'm mad because this was meant to be sweet still tbh but that won't in the stars for this man and that still feels appropriate.

"Ox Prince" fits him more as a nickname suited for a son of Chi Chi. Often his tantrums are likened to the wrathful Fire Princess who can meet his temper on common ground and reign him in like no other. "Delinquent" also gets tossed around as a fitting title for his behavior by the woman. But what could she do to stop him, put him through the wall again? The foundation of their home can't take another beating.

Once Gohan saved his father from his uncle as a boy, he was viewed less as a child and this almighty "savior" persona stuck with him. He liked it, against his mother's wishes, and learning he was also a saiyan as ruthless as those before him empowered him. It made putting fear in other people fun. He liked making an impression on those who thought he was weak for his humanity and if in the height of his fun they happen to die, then that was their problem. Maybe someone loved them enough to use the dragon balls on them, but good luck getting revived twice.

But these were things you didn't need to know. He's just a man now. The handsome professor's assistant who was known to annoy those who sought conflict with his remarkable intellect and ego to back it up. And as a man, more than ever before, he was free to do whatever he wanted. You may have invited him out to study under the pretense of getting to know your fellow colleague and what made him so scrappy, but being so forthcoming to him about his arrogant ways, showing a temper of your own for his immature display, you somehow wound up naked and breathless beneath him.

The first time was a mistake, you convinced yourself. Caught up in your emotions that you lost your composure. The second time you had no excuse. You wanted him and he was not shy of dropping hints at you while you worked together. What can you say? The man's a biology major and knew how to turn a phrase. As annoying as it was, it didn't fail to get you in Gohan's lap at the end of the day, fucking him in the empty classroom and risking your job.

It became difficult to turn down his advances after that. In fact, sex was all he wanted from you. That and to outdo you in your shared profession, riling you up just to pound the attitude out of you. Not once did he try to get to know you with your clothes on or if you were by chance already seeing anyone else. There was practically no romance in it at all. Gohan only seemed interested in fucking you when it was convenient to him regardless of time or place. Catching on to the superficial nature of your "relationship", you tried to end it more than once in favor of re-establishing your professional relationship. But when you did Gohan only teased you, declaring that you don't even have any relationship to begin with. That you're trying to run away from him because you are afraid of him truly making a mess of you so no other cock could fuck you decent when he's had his fill of you. All with that smug, careless grin on his face.

Of course he said it to make you mad and succeeded in doing so. But your lashing out came much more bitter. You called him a coward and it was the first time you got that annoying smirk off his face. You called him a child thinking he's better than others, afraid of committing to anything outside himself and that he only makes himself look tougher to hide how scared he really was. Gohan didn't like that one bit, abruptly lunging at you and making you back into you a wall where he cornered you with both his hands on either side. The panic in your face made him snicker.

"If you wanted to be my girlfriend so bad, you should just say that. I thought we got along well as is, is all. You don't really want to stop fucking with me, right?" Gohan spoke more softly, pulling one hand from the wall and you can see the bits of broken drywall fall from his palm before he strokes his fingers down your cheek. "I'm actually a really nice guy if you really want to get to know me. I'll even let you in on a little secret."

Gohan reaches into his satchel hanging around his shoulder and digs around inside. Already spooked, and out of curiosity to actually learn something about him, you didn't move. Only praying he wasn't about to pull out a dangerous weapon. He pulls out a short, black sheath by its roped strap and says inside there is a magical staff. Oh, it's worse than you thought. Seeing your brow furrow, skeptical of it and his sanity in the moment, he gives you a knowing smirk and slips it behind your back and lowers it to the height of your knees.

"We're supposed to be reviewing the lecture for tomorrow!" You quickly blurt out before this could any further and you find yourself cumming on his dick, giving him what he wanted all over again. Gohan pauses and looks back up at you with a skeptical and annoyed look of his own. He utters a command to the Power Pole and it extends out of each side of the sheath. Holding the center where it rested between your legs, he pulls the staff forward making your knees buckle around it and lifting you up, balancing your weight with your back pushed against the wall and knees pushed up toward your chest so your hips sank lower. He's strong in a way you can't describe, he didn't even look like he was struggling to hold you in place while you struggled to brace the wall to support yourself. "—Gohan!"

Gohan shakes the drywall from his other hand and slides the satchel off his shoulder letting it hit the ground. He then pulls off his glasses and loosens his tie. "You didn't bring me to this study hall for a damn lecture."

#♚ ;; [ requests ] #*SOTS #gohan x reader #gohan imagine #gohan #dbz fics #dbz imagine #lemon #nsft #♚ ;; [ asks ] #My Writing #don't ask about my google search for this one ok? ok 👀

[chilumi-shipper]

Can I request a smut where albedo created the reader? He’d have to show her the ropes 😏

Greatest Creation

Albedo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Marks, Slut Training, Reader getting addicted to Sex, Master Kink.

Summary: Albedo created you for one purpose and one purpose only, pleasure.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, the short and lacy dress you wore covering almost no part of your body. Human emotions, it's something that you don't relate to, but as of now, there was a feeling of nervousness in the pit of your stomach.

As part of your training to become the creation that your Master Albedo would be most proud of, you have done so many actions to bring him pleasure, like a good little toy that he intended you to be!

With a smile on your face, you would let him play with your body, as if he hadn't memorized every crevice of your form the moment you emerged from his experiment, you would let him command you to do the dirtiest things, hump his thigh as he works, let him watch as you learn how to touch your womanhood, make you wear these ridiculously smutty outfits, you would let him do anything to you.

You really love your Master! How can you not, he is the reason that you are here today.

And finally, after weeks of "training", Master Albedo has finally allowed you to have sex with him. To be the best creation you can be for Albedo, you studied how to pleasure men, reading about how vaginal sex is the best way you can bring him pleasure. You are determined, you will make him proud.

You mentally prepared yourself for this moment, not physically however, Master doesn't allow you to play with your pussy, only he can do that.

Ohhhh....

You didn't realize...

Taking his cock would be so... Hard...

As you were under him, a part of his cock already buried within your virgin hole, little sniffles emerge from you. "Owwww...." You grabbed onto his arms that rested beside your shoulders, stopping him from going any further.

"M-Master Albedo..." As always, when you feel overwhelmed, you call out for him. Although he looked unbothered, he was smirking on the inside. Of course, he designed you to have the the qualities that turned him on, a mark on your neck, almost identical to his, that glows every time you're getting horny, soft breasts that squirt out the sweetest milk, and a very tight cunt, perfect for him to stretch out and fuck.

"You're giving up, Y/N?" Albedo had asked, purposely making himself sound dissapointed before slipping out of you, his unsatisfied expression immediately put tears in your eyes.

The stretch of his cock entering you hurt, but the mere thought of disappointing Albedo, you wouldn't allow that to happen! You're supposed to be his greatest creation, that won't be the case if you don't satisfy him.

"No, Master! I can do this..." Your voice obviously held uncertainty, but this is what you wanted.... Him.

You spread your legs even more, the dress you wore bunched up on your waist to show of your tits and pussy. Albedo had smiled at you, patting you on the head.

"Good girl." You tensed a bit with the feeling of the tip lining up to your hole once again.

"I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this." You chanted in your head.

"I would love to see you break." His soft voice reached your ears, right before your ear-spliting scream fills the room.

"AHHHHHHHGGHHH!" Your hands gripped on his shoulders as hard as they could, your body shaking as he pushed his entire length inside your cunt in one thrust.

"M-MASTER.... Hah—" You felt exhausted immediately, yet your body made perfect adjustments for him, your pussy walls gripping his cock just the way he likes them to, your body is made just for him after all.

Albedo was one to always stay calm and composed, but even he's turned crazy, with just the way you feel around him, your wetness coating him and milking him for his cum, the fast pace he sets and the bed creaking as he fucks you into the mattress.

The mark on your neck was shimmering with an intense glow whilst you take it all in, you felt nothing but pleasure, from both being fucked dumb and giving your Master what he wants.

Your tongue was out as if you're thirsty for more, thighs shaking from the continuous pounds on your pussy. You couldn't talk or even moved, to blissed out by the dick hammering in you.

You loved it all, you loved having sex, so that mark on your neck is probably glowing 24/7.

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Pretty short but.... (~￣³￣)~

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact #albedo smut #albedo x reader

[se0kie]

heat of the moment- knj (m)

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: pwp, it’s pure smut i’m so sorry

established relationship, werewolf!joon, classic heat trope

warnings: *deep breath* let’s see if i can get it all?? dom!knj, sub!reader, heat sex, possessive sex, marking, biting, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, squirting, choking, rough handling, dirty talk, degradation, use of bitch/whore/slut, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, breeding kink, creampie, cumplay, mentions of blood, namjoon has a big cock (duh)

tagging @ironicarmy fellow microtip pen enthusiast ^3^

not edited oop so you’re just gonna have to ignore the shitty mistakes

summary: you love your werewolf boyfriend, heightened senses and all. you’ve also begged him to let you help him through his agonising heats that torture him every month but the overprotective man he is, he will absolutely not let you near him when he’s so feral. but now he’s standing outside your door and asking to fuck a baby into you. are you ready for that wild ride?

a/n: i have no explanations for this behaviour. this is like 0 plot and all filth, I am so sorry. Horrific overuse of ellipses and uhhhhh,,,,, yeah it’s a product of my inner whore thirsting for Namjoon that’s about it.

You had been having a quiet evening to yourself, safe in the knowledge that your werewolf boyfriend was out on a hunt with his buds and all your work had been done and dusted. You were free to have a peaceful weekend all to yourself filled with self care and trashy movies.

Your dear boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, you had met him in college when he was a senior and you were just a bubbly new freshman.

You had instantly clicked and went forth to become the closest pair in all of Saint Wilson’s Arts University.

Enamoured by his height and intellect since the very first interaction, you had spent a whole year and a half crushing on him like a fourteen year old schoolgirl.

He had told you about his supernatural genes a week before asking you out on a date. And you had been together since.

Werewolves and vampires weren’t unknown to you, you were aware of their existence, but you had never thought that you would meet one.

You adjusted to Namjoon’s wolf characteristics better than you thought possible.

Sure he was warm like a furnace, and yeah he did have a terrible habit of spending hours scenting you so that anyone within 50 feet of you would know you’re taken.

Despite his somewhat difficult behaviour you loved him with every fibre of your being. He looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky and he swore he would give you anything your heart desired.

Well... except one thing.

Ever since you had been told about the mating behaviour of werewolves and the monthly period of sexual craze that they were subjected to, you had wanted to help Joon out with his.

You had seen documentaries and read papers on the topic. You had learned everything there was to know about werewolf behaviour yet their strange heats boggled your mind more than anything else.

The sheer amount of pain and need that they felt every single month for a whole week, it saddened you to know that you could be helping your boyfriend out but he wouldn’t let you.

Instead choosing to tie himself up with heavy, blessed chains and have his six best friends keep watch.

You had given up after trying for a year straight, deciding that he would entrust you with helping him with his heats when he was comfortable with the idea.

Namjoon was a big man, standing tall at 6 feet with broad shoulders, heavy biceps and sculpted legs, he was scared of hurting you while giving in to his most primal instincts to claim you.

He had chosen you as his mate, his one love for his one life, and being the alpha’s son it was harder for him to control his needs.

So being near fragile, human you when all he could think of was sinking his fangs into your neck and breeding you was out of the question.

Coming back to your peaceful evening, you had just cuddled up with your fluffy blankets and a mug of hot cocoa when you heard the bell ring, the shrill noise resounding through your home.

You weren’t expecting anyone but knowing how impulsive your friends were you got up to open the door nonetheless.

Imagine your surprise when you see your giant of a boyfriend standing outside the threshold of your home, sweat dripping down his large body as he radiated heat.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Joon? What happened? Weren’t you out on a hunt, are you hurt?!”

Concern washed over you as you scanned his frame to look for any possible wounds.

Namjoon shook his head, movements tight and controlled, “No Y/N, I’m fine. I had to leave the hunt halfway.”

“What? Why?” you questioned.

“My heat arrived early.”

Oh.

“Ohhhh...” you thought to yourself as realisation sank into you.

“Joon, sweetie is it okay for you to be here? Did you need something before the isolation?” You couldn’t fathom why he would be here if his heat was upon him.

Unless...

No, he wouldn’t. You shouldn’t get your hopes up.

Suddenly you realised that he was still standing outside your shared apartment like a stranger, you stepped aside gesturing at him to come in.

As he stepped inside you closed the door. You noticed how his movements were stiff and rigid, an aura of tension clouding him.

“Is it alright for you to be back home, Joon?” you said softly, “Y’know, considering your uh... situation?”

You could hear his breathing in the silent room; slow, deep and controlled.

“Y/N, what if I told you that I wanted to mark you right now?” he said in a sudden rush.

You heard your sharp inhale, the question surprising you. But you knew the answer already, it was easy.

“I’d let you. Why?” You said without hesitation, carefully selecting your words you asked, “Do you want to?”

“I wasn’t expecting my heat to arrive this early, I had no idea why it happened in the middle of a hunt... But then I understood when I was standing outside the door.”

He said, “Y/N you’re ovulating.”

“Oh... wow, Joon are you trying to say what I think you’re saying?”

He looked at you as if he was calculating what to say next so as not to scare you away from him.

“Y/N, my wolf refuses anyone else, I know you know of how I used other bitches from the pack to keep myself sated during my previous hunts,” he said casually, the word bitch had very different connotations for humans and werewolves you had come to know.

You could feel your heart twinge in jealousy.

It was a sensitive topic for you, on one hand you really wanted Namjoon to be as comfortable and safe during his heats even if it meant sleeping with someone else; but it also really, really hurt to picture him in bed with the other gorgeous women of his pack.

You were insecure of your mundane genes, often comparing yourself with the strong and fierce she-wolves who had helped your boyfriend through his heats.

Namjoon spoke softly, “The past few months my wolf has been rejecting anyone who isn’t you. He wants to mate you, mark you as ours. Your ovulation must’ve sped up my heat. I can’t go on anymore without making you mine Y/N... for good.”

You were feeling strangely warm, you had obviously had sex with your boyfriend but you knew heat sex was in an entirely different league of its own.

All you could do now was nod your consent.

Namjoon stepped towards you, hands reaching out to capture your waist as his head lowered to your face.

His cheek grazing against yours, his lips brushed your earlobe as he mumbled into your ear, “Let me fuck a baby into you, Y/N. Let me breed you, please.”

You whined unconsciously at his words. Your belly warm and heat seeping through your panties. You whispered back, “Y-yes.”

With a swift change in demeanour his lips came crashing down to yours, large and calloused hands grabbing roughly at your hips as if afraid to let you go.

He growled into the kiss, his usually soft lips now tasting different because of the sheer dominance that radiated off of him.

His tongue swept against yours, making you moan wildly into his mouth, your own smaller hands grabbing onto his broad shoulders, fingers finding purchase in the thick, soft hair that curled gently at the nape of his neck.

His hand roamed south to the flesh of your ass as he cupped them with his hands and squeezed a cheek, tearing a gasp from your mouth at the surprising gesture.

Begrudgingly he pulled away from the kiss, releasing soft pants courtesy of your little makeout sesh, “Y/N I’ll ask you again, sweetheart. Are you absolutely sure you want me to mark you?”

You didn’t know if you had it in you to verbally say it, so you nodded shyly.

One of his hands came up to your chin as he gently angled your face upwards to gaze directly into his eyes.

“Use your words angel, a nod isn’t consent,” he rasped.

“I want you, Joon,” you whimpered as your eyes fell to the floor once again, unable to face your boyfriend as you openly declared your need for him.

“I want to be yours, only yours.”

You felt, rather than saw the smile creeping onto his expression.

He cupped the backs of your thighs as he hoisted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. His bulge pressing against your core. You whimpered at the soft brushes of his crotch against your clothed clit with each step he took towards your bedroom.

You giggled, the rush of hormones making you feel lightheaded as you whispered into his ear, “You grew really fast, Joonbug. Happy to see me?”

Namjoon chuckled under his breath as he looked at the spot where your cores met, and then when he brought his gaze up to meet yours you could see the shift in personality.

Your little puppy was gone. This man right here in front of you was all wolf.

He smirked at you before he answered softly, “That’s just half-hard, angel.”

Your eyes grew comically wide, surprise etched onto your expression as you once again looked down to the bulge in his trousers.

That’s what it usually looked like when you fooled around before.

You looked back up at him with questioning as he answered your unasked question, “I... change, during my heats. A lot of things about my body are going to be different when I’m like this. But I promise I’ll be very, very gentle.” He said with a soothing smile. His voice calming you down even when loaded with lust.

Slowly his arms fell to your sides as he brought your (his) sweatshirt over your head and threw it aside, followed by your shorts and then your panties.

It felt weird, being naked in front of a fully clothed Namjoon. But it also somehow made you feel safe, as if you could trust him with every piece of yourself.

Namjoon then laid you down on the bed, his hands travelling from your neck down to your heaving breasts.

His mouth working at your jaw as his skilled hands massaged the flesh of your chest, palming your nipples as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the stiff peaks.

He kissed the spot at the base of your throat that had you gushing wetness out onto the sheets. His fingers skimmed across your stomach as he finally, finally touched your core, drawing a surprised gasp from you.

His middle finger swept across your sensitive nub as he spread your juices around, stroking it and sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves.

Two fingers sank into your warm opening as he gasped at the feeling of your tight grip around him. Slowly pushing them in, in an attempt to prepare you for what’s to come.

You could hear the wet, squelching noises emanating from your cunt as Namjoon’s fingers fastened their pace.

He was having trouble tearing his gaze away from the view, his thick fingers thrusting into your pretty, quivering pussy. Creamy juices flowing down your thighs as you gasped his name softly in a medley of moans and whimpers.

You tried to straighten out your legs to cope with the intense pleasure building at the pit of your belly, warmth flowing through your body as you felt yourself get closer to that familiar edge.

Namjoon’s fingers curled as the tips grazed against the spot inside you that had you seeing stars every time.

You could vaguely make out the sound of his voice, as if you were listening through glass, “Cum for me, angel. Feel my fingers inside your filthy, little cunt and cum for me.” That was all it took for the dam inside you to burst as you groaned in pleasure. Your cunt quivering around your boyfriend’s fingers as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

The both of you waited a few moments, listening to each other’s breathing when you sat up straight and leaned foward to whisper in his ear, “Come on, it’s my turn to help you out.”

Namjoon, to your surprise, shook his head in refusal. “If you suck me off I’ll finish in ten seconds and the only place I’m cumming tonight is in your pussy, baby girl.”

You could feel the goosbumps rising on your arms at his words. He reached out and pushed you down once again, “I’ve got to prepare you well if you’re gonna take my cock, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his fingers down your torso, “So lie back, and let me taste you.”

You could feel him grinning against your thighs, his hot breath on your messy cunt making you shiver in anticipation.

His tongue swiped a kitten lick up and down your lips as a single finger pressed against your abused clit. The warm and wet appendage nudging at your opening as you gasped at the sensation.

You reached down to your boyfriend’s head between your thighs and roughly grasped strands of his hair in an attempt to cope with the overstimulation.

Soft, long strokes against your core sending shocks down to your toes as you arched your back against the sheets. Already reeling from your previous orgasm you could feel yourself reaching the end once again, much faster this time.

You felt incredibly hot, sweat forming on your forehead as Namjoon teased your clit with his mouth, gently nipping the bud with his teeth.

His hot tongue poked at your entrance and ever so gently eased in, his nose bumping against your bundle of nerves making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.

He looked up at you with his mouth still on your core, smirking and the next thing you knew you were bursting with pleasure, hot liquid splashing on your thighs as your legs jerked violently through your climax.

You could hear Namjoon’s faint chuckles, “Whoa Y/N, did I just make you squirt?” You blushed and covered your eyes with your fingers to escape his shit-eating grin. But his strong arms pulled your much smaller hands away from your face as he sat up towards you and attacked your neck once again.

His soft, plump lips mouthing at your collarbones as he drew marks across the skin. Blood red splotches that were sure to turn purple the next day. Namjoon murmured softly, “You’re mine. All of you, it’s all mine. Isn’t it, Y/N?”

You hummed in respone as you threw your head back and relished in the feeling of his breath on your neck as he bit and marked you to his desire.

He pulled back after what felt like minutes, the faint light of the moon creating a halo behind his back.

His large frame towering over yours as he spread your legs with a grip on your thighs.

He rushed to pull his t-shirt off his sculpted torso as you fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, helping him to discard the last piece of clothing keeping you from him.

The sight of his naked cock drew an audible gasp from you, it was double the size you were used to and angry red in colour. The weeping slit at the head thoroughly wetting his shaft with precum.

Namjoon touched your cheek gently to calm you, he rubbed his cock up and down your messy cunt. You leaned into his palm as he finally nudged at your opening.

You tried hard not to scream as he pushed the rest of it in, pain and pleasure intermingling as you felt like you were losing your virginity all over again.

He leaned his face down close to yours and whispered, “It’s okay, angel. Relax, take your time and get used to me, okay?”

You mumbled a small, “Mhm, okay.” Your voice straining as you felt like you were being split open. Minutes flew by and gradually you grew used to Namjoon’s size and girth inside you.

You mumbled, “You can move now, Joon.”

You could see the result of holding himself back in his expression and the way his arms shook around you.

You knew being so close to you and still not going feral was extremely difficult for him, let alone impossible for younger wolves.

But you also knew that he would never do anything to hurt you, even if it meant depriving himself of his most primal instincts instead of fucking you senseless.

He nodded in response and gave you an experimental thrust. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. His cock was so large you were stuffed full with no escape.

But you wanted more. You were done with being treated like a glass doll, you wanted him to let go and fuck you like he would any other she-wolf from his pack.

“I thought werewolves were tougher than this when they fucked. Or is it just you who’s scared to hurt me?” you piped up, feeling unusually feisty.

Namjoon looked up at you, his eyes piercing into yours, expression hardening upon hearing your remark. “You wanted to fuck a werewolf so bad,” he spoke softly, “Well then, take it like a big girl, Y/N.”

He thrust into you exceptionally hard, your body moving up against the mattress because of the force. His deliciously thick cock dragging against the soft, wet muscles of your cunt as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull while you tried to process the immense pleasure running through you. Namjoon’s hands gripping your thighs, his balls slapping against your ass as he pushed his cock in and out of you.

You could feel every ridge, every nerve of Namjoon’s cock plunging into your pussy.

The squelching, wet noises emanating from your sex making you feel even more perverse, the obscene sounds filling your ears as you turned wetter by the second at the feel of his blunt cockhead buried deep inside you, massaging the spot that made you see stars.

Pleasure shooting through your veins and warming your belly as you felt the mixture of your juices and his precum slide down your thighs and the cheeks of your ass.

Rough, calloused hands gripping at the soft flesh of your hips with such force you were sure to find purple bruises littered the next day.

“J-joon, please make me cum. I wanna cum so bad, I can’t take it anymore! Please!” you garbled through the impact of his powerful thrusts, the sheer speed and force slamming you back into the bed with each movement of his hips.

You could hear him chuckle in your ear, the bastard.

“Tsk-tsk Y/N, be a good girl for me. You’ll cum when I want you to.” He grunted, “For now, you’re just gonna have to take it.”

A whine of frustration left your lips, the sinful noises combining with Namjoon’s almost painfully big cock assaulting your poor pussy.

You could hear your boyfriend whisper above you, “I wish you could look at your pussy right now. Oh god you’re so swollen, you’re dripping all over my cock like the little cumslut you are, waiting for me to give you my seed.”

You clenched around his cock at the thought of being filled with cum.

His cum.

“Fuck! You just got so much tighter, angel. You like that, huh? You want me to fuck my cum into you, breed you like my obedient little bitch? Gonna fill you up with my cum so you can carry my pups, my pretty little whore.”

You whined at his words, just the image of your poor, abused cunt filled with his thick cum had you salivating.

To your surprise, he had you flipped over and onto your stomach in the matter of a second.

Your ass raised instinctively while he gripped your hips with one hand with the other secure on your neck, squeezing just lightly enough to let you breathe but tight enough for you to know who owned you.

His hips snapped into yours rhythmically, his groans falling like music in your ears. Your tits bounced against your chest with each thrust he threw upon you. His balls slapped against your clit with every rough thrust, adding more to your already throbbing core.

You could feel the hot tears run down your cheeks, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much for you to process.

The luxurious ache returning to your core you moaned his name without a care for who listened.

You could feel his hot breath nearing your neck as he drew his face close to your shoulder.

His teeth sank into the flesh as you screamed in pleasure and pain. Searing hot shocks ran through your veins as Namjoon licked at the thin rivulets of blood running down your skin. The tears flowing once again as you gasped from the thrusts.

The thought of being marked and belonging to your man had you squeezing against the large cock inside you. Namjoon had stood you up so now your back was pressed up against his hard chest while he pistoned into your thoroughly used cunt.

The hand that was once at your hip came down to rub at your neglected clit as you gasped and moaned in pleasure, the incredible pressure inside you building rapidly. His hand at your throat gently squeezing, just the way you liked it.

Namjoon’s fingers were furiously rubbing at your nub using your combined juices as lube. You had barely the energy to mumble, “Joon, I-I’m cumming! Please, baby I wanna cum so bad, please let me cum!”

You knew you sounded pathetic but to your fortune Namjoon was close to his end too, his grip having gone considerably harsher and cock largened even more inside you.

“Let go for me, slut.” he growled into your ear as you crashed once again, this time even harder thanks to the added stimulation, knowing that you were marked and now rightfully intertwined with the love of your life.

Namjoon came with a grotesque growl, hot, thick cum spurting inside you as he laid you down once again.

Hovering over you as he shot rope upon rope of his seed inside your warm, welcoming cunt.

After a minute when he was sure he was all drained out he removed his cock and instead plugged two fingers inside you, saying with an apologetic, “Gotta make sure we don’t spill.”

You giggled at his strange, instinctive behaviour.

“You know that’s not how it works, don’t you?” you said with a tired smile.

He looked at you with overwhelming love and tenderness, that favourite smile of yours painting across his beautiful face.

“Wolf habits die hard, I guess?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

The King And Queen p2

REAL LIFE X SWORD IN THE STONE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CUTE AND FLIRTY

I Sighed as I kneeled on the kitchen floor scrubbing it with the little brush often having to dunk it back in the soapy bucket.

"Hey kiddo" Mrs Livi smiled as she came back from dinner

"Hey"

"You have fun with merlin"

"He nearly killed me again"

"You know he's just trying to help you darling"

"I know" I sighed

"He just wants to make sure your smart, and you don't end up like those broods up there" she says as she ate an apple sitting beside me "You're a smart boy Thomas. always have been"

"Have I?"

"Always, you used to sort the spoons and forks for me when you could barely reach the table" she smiled I finished up and threw my water down the drain sitting with her having an apple too "Merlin just wants you to grow up good. we all do" she says

".... What was my mum like?" I asked and I could read the sadness in her face "Please"

"I barely remember her," she says

"will you tell me? about that night?"

"We were dealing with them upstairs, and there was a woman at the gates, we went out to her, It was dark, raining, she stood there on the stone of the gates with a long cloak and... you in her arms,  she begged us to take you, she cried and screamed but they refused. she explained she was dying I asked about your father and she said he was already dead, So ... I took you in, In secret. hid you down here in the kitchens till you could walk and talk" she explained

"You could have left me? to die out there with her?"

"... We could. But we didn't" she smiled "Go on up to bed, I'll finish up" she says

I gently woke up listening to the birds and other such animals in the woods singing at the morning sun, I held onto my pillow tightly trying to maintain the sweet embrace of sleep. but as usual

"What are you doing sleeping my boy! come along wake up we have lessons!" merlin yelled as he came into my room shoving my bed and going to the window opening the shuttered

"Uhhhh merlin! come on one day off!"

"Day off? you think the kings crossing these vast lands took a day off? you think they had days off to build the castles! you think fish just decide to take a day off? the birds? the wolves? get off your lazy butt you entitled boy!" He yelled

"can't you turn me into a bear today? so I can hibernate?"

"Out of bed or so help me I will transform you into something.... unnatural"

"Like what?" I groan

"ever wondered what it's like to be a worm? or a spider? or maybe I'll turn you into one of the turkeys downstairs"

"Please do! those turkeys have it better then I do" I sighed getting up and getting dressed "what are we doing today?"

"Today we go for a nice walk in the woods"

"A walk in the woods?"

"Yes"

"That's all we're doing?"

"yes"

"Fine" I sighed finishing up and heading out with him going to woods following the paths between the trees deeper and deeper into the vast, dark, thick forest

"...your not going to turn me into a wolf? or a fox? or... a fucking owl are you?"

"Don't. Question. Wizard. Business." He says hitting my head with his wand

"Owww." I complain

"Just for that you know what I'm turning you into?"

"No."

"A fucking squirrel"

"Nooooo!" I whined

"You are going to learn about preparations, and there is no creature who prepares more then a squirrel" He says

"You not turning me into a fucking squirrel!" I complained trying to run back though the path but before I could even get two steps away I was suddenly tiny and I had a tail "You have got to stop transforming me into things without consent!"

"Ohh grow up" He sighed transforming himself too, "Come along lets go and watch the squirrels" He says scurrying up the tree, I sighed and followed him up the tree he ran along the branches of the tree until he jumped from one tree to the other

"I can't do that!" I yelped

"Of course you can! your a squirrel now!"

"I may be in the body of a squirrel! but I'm still  a skinny little unathletic man"

"Just jump already!" He sighed, I did my best and only just made it so he helped to pull me up onto the branch completely "see you made it thomas"

"I hate lessons with you" I sighed trying to march off "I do not want to be a damn squirrel! I am sick to death of your stupid lessons! change me back! Now! I do not want to be a damn dirty, ugly, fluffy, shit covered-" I began but noticed his little face "There is one behind me isn't there?"

"Yes" He laughed

"Am I gonna die?"

"Probably"

"Fuck" I sighed turning to see the little Y/H/C Squirrel looking at me  "I'm gonna die" the squirrel moved closer sniffing me and looking at me "Please... Please don't kill me little squirrel,"

"Ohh your safe, she's a nice little girl squirrel she's just looking at you" He laughs

"she's not going to kill me?"

"No, No she probably just wants to smell you and see who you are."

"Well... hello, Miss squirrel please leave me alone" I begged but she grabbed my cheek and giggled in a strange squirrely way and grabbed my tail "AAAH! merlin!"

"Ohhhh" he laughs

"Get off!" I told her ganking my tail back but she only giggled again and jumped on me hugging me "Merlin!"

"Ohh my my" he laughs

"What!" I yelped "what she's gonna do to me!" I complained as she kept playing with my tail "Ohh will you get off!" I sighed turning to make sure she was away from me

"I think she likes you" he laughs as she wrapped her tail around me I kept trying to get away but she always followed me and tried cuddling me

"Likes me? what do you mean likes me!" I complained

"Well nature I suppose, she likes how you look, how you smell, not to mention your a boy and she's a girl,"

"But I'm not a squirrel!"

"Well she doesn't know what does she" he laughs

"Look, Miss Squirrel, your uhhh your very nice but I'm a boy" I told her which only made her wrap her tail around me tighter

"I think she knows that lad" he laughs

"Well not a boy, well not a boy Squirrel anyway. I'm a man. a human man" I told her trying to push her tail away

she giggled again and tried to hug me so I sighed and pushed her off me completely going back towards merlin who now sat against the branches laughing at me but I got many three steps before she grabbed my tail again

"Merlin! Help me!"

"And what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Turn me back? magic her away? I don't care just make her leave me alone" I sighed

"Ahhh see now here's the problem. it's there mating season" He says looking at some notes

"Mate- MATING SEASON!" I yelped "Ohh no, Oooh no! OOoh no!" I complained trying to get away from her

"That'll be why she likes you so much" He laughs

"I'm not a squirrel!"

"Well she doesn't know what, as far as she's concerned your a boy and she's a girl and... well its that time of the year."

"I. AM. Not. mating. with a fucking. Squirrel!" I complained trying to fight her away from me "Look! keep your squirrelly hands to yourself Madam! I am going home" I said pushing her away and trying to climb down the tree but she just grabbed my tail again and pulled me close to her nuzzling with my neck and wrapping her tail around me and she wrapped mine around her too "MERLIN!" I yelled "HELP ME!" I screamed and she kissed me "MERLIN!" I screamed as she kept kissing me every chance she did I pushed her away and ran down the tree "Merlin! change me back! TURN ME BACK! Turn Me Human!" I yelled running as fast as possible, hiding by the roots of the tree in hope she wouldn't find me but she had followed me and wrapped her tail around me kissing me every chance she got

"Alright, alright, I'll turn you back" He laughs changing back to and he turned me back unfortunately … because the squirrel girl was on top of me he turned her into a human too. so she was sat over me her hands on my chest, her y/h/c hair messy and un brushed, completely naked. "Ooohh my goodness!" He jumped as he saw what had happened we both just looked at each other confused and I had to admit, she was beautiful  as a human. "One of those things with magic you can't always aim, now just move away and I'll change her back" He says she smiled and giggled at me nuzzling with my neck she gave me a sniff and smiled widely kissing me again, I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her and kissing back, I had never kissed anyone before but she was so egar and excited I couldn't help kissing her sweet lips back "Thomas.... Thomas to change her back you need to, move away from her" He says

I smirked pulling her closer as we kissed "One... one minuet Merlin" I said between kisses

"Thomas! Move or I turn you back into a squirrel" He warns

"..... Okay" I shrug pulling her closer

"Ohh for god- You horny boy" He complained dragging me away

"Noooo! put me back!" I complained and he turned her back into a squirrel "NOOOOO!" I complained

"I thought you wanted to turn back?" he laughs

"I did,"

"I thought you wanted her away from you?"

"I did,.... and then I didn't"

"Lets get home before you try and turn back again" he sighed

"Can I at least say goodbye?"

"Fine"

"I'm sorry little squirrel girl, But I have to go back to the castle" I told her and she looked so sad scurrying off into the tree's "Ohh, No Please I'm sorry."

"Come on Thomas, leave her be she has enough to do" He says as he headed back to the castle.

[randbwrite]

La Comtesse Chronicles Chapter 4 Part 1

Words: 1649

TW: None CW: Vampires

R:

A bow went to Comtesse for her compliment made. There was certainly more to him than would meet the eye, as Cal had found out firsthand. Several times over, now, the two of them locked eyes and all of the questions burning bright in emerald eyes settled at last. Heh, for the moment. He could see a build up of new ones coming, something Cal almost never seemed to run out of. That and jokes.

Eyes widened as he tumbled off the rafter, only to have one of his hands stuck to a wooden support beam. Cringing as she heard him scream, she looked him over as he spoke.

<<Afraid killin' ya was a one-time deal, ma'am. You'll find me as harmless as a lamb. Oy, Derrick! Tell me you’re seeing this too? Even if you’re not, humor me. Please?>> 

"Well then, suppose that means I can take you out of here alive. Now, let go." Her eyes flashed as she floated up to him, gently catching him in her arms. The power of persuasion was something all pure bloods had, though she rarely needed to use it. It was called for here, as he likely had no idea of how to use his powers. A laugh left her as she held onto him and began to slowly float down towards Derrick.

“Ah, so that’s his name. Glad to meet you, Derrick. Cal, my name is Rosaline Arcanum, though I suppose you know that already. I’m a pure blood vampire. It would appear that I accidentally sired you on the battlefield. Seems you are already exhibiting powers. Never seen anyone with the ability to hold onto things like that before. Suppose there’s a first for everything. Reminds me a bit of Spiderman. Suppose you might be at this point, minus the whole web shooting thing.”

Shoes clicked on the marble floor, yet she left him suspended in the air just about a foot above the floor. “Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” Eyes roved over his form before she tenderly touched his hand. Eyes glowed for a second and it flashed in her mind: more recent memories of what had been taking place. 

Glancing at Derrick, she spoke quietly, “Thank you for keeping him alive. Rare to see someone know what to do with a newly turned vampire. Though, I imagine you know a fair bit more than first impressions give rise to.” 

Turning her gaze back to Rapscallion, she sighed, “I’m going to lay this out for you. Apologies if it upsets you or makes you question your sanity any more than you already have. You were exposed to my blood on the battlefield. This is why you are still alive, as no normal mortal could have survived the injuries I gave you. The reason that I’m still alive is because of what I am. It’s almost impossible to kill one of my kind, though I have done it, and will again if it’s called for. 

Vampires, both pure bloods, and lesser vampires, such as yourself, develop specific abilities. Yours seems to be grabbing onto things with just your skin, and…. The other is a bit difficult to discern. It’s hard to tell from your memories if it’s super speed or if you are teleporting, but either way, you are ending up places you shouldn’t be. Suppose you will figure it out eventually. One of the powers I possess is telekinesis, hence why I can float or fly, and is why you are still swimming in the air presently. I’m also a telepath, so I can basically get into your head and see what I want to… for the most part. I only saw the most recent things out of respect and to deal with things as quickly as possible. 

Now, you, as a lesser vampire have a choice. You can start drinking blood to live, or you can wither away and die. You haven’t healed yet because you haven’t fed. The other choice you have here is whether you will leave this place with me. No harm will come to you if you decide to come live in my castle with me, though the residents probably aren’t too thrilled with this prospect. Or, you are welcome to stay here. You have till we get to what remains of the front doors to decide. And by the way, your friend can see this perfectly fine, just seems to not be phased by it from what I can tell.” Her laughter rang out and echoed through the space, the vaulted ceilings serving as the best acoustics. 

B: Derrick:

Derrick watched, impassive through the fall, the nudge of mind and manipulation of matter, her explanation fitting with what he knew so far. What was of more interest was noting how Cal took it all. Had he not been supported via telekinesis, the red head would’ve needed to sit down. Or fallen, a second time. He’d flinched, a momentary tick of a muscle in his jaw the only tell, but Derrick knew. Involuntary touch had never been a kindness. It was this time, and he wished so badly to tell him that...however some things could only be learned through personal experience. 

“So...I’m a superhero! Yahoooo that’s sweet!!” 

Out of all the reactions one might’ve expected...that wasn’t on the list. Superhero? What was that? Cal had better not be pulling phrases from his hometown for 400 again. Yes, Derrick’s picked up a few. This must mean Cal’s survival mechanisms were back up and running again. That was good. They’d have to discuss the humane sourcing of human blood so he wouldn’t be internally freaking out all the while with that same silly smile on his face. Derrick had gotten good at seeing the small tells, but that didn’t mean he’d catch everything.

Rapscallion:

Spiderman?! How does she know about Spiderman!?? Too cool!!! There was definitely some internal happy dancing going on, external movement forgone for some deep thinking. The reference was kind of like a reboot, reviving the part of him that was the kid who always caused trouble, trying to bring about a laugh. And my but she had some beautiful laughter! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard such lovely peals resounding in these blood-soaked halls.

Yeah, he’d focus on that and let the other stuff percolate for a sec. Testing out the extent of this hold seemed like a lotta fun too! He sat, finding it comfortable to hover in a kicked back position with one leg crossed over the other, fingers folded in his lap. Totally not trying to hide how they were trembling or anything. Fight or flight response; a difficult thing when it’s not actionable and can’t be switched off. 

“Does that mean I’m an X-Men now? Ohhhh hey! You’re totally Professor X! Except way hotter. Hey, Derrick ol’ boy, don’t give me that look! You’ve gotta be thinking it too. Oh right, I forgot. You’d use words like, ‘Her elegance and pulchritude are unrivaled by anything my eyes have beheld before, or will hence.’ Am I right?” 

Cal was lost to a laughing fit, great way to let off nervous energy, while Derrick raised an amused eyebrow...trying unsuccessfully to remain impassive. 

“Just because some of us have class...”

“Who’re you calling uncivilized?” 

“If the boot fits?” 

“I’ll show you just where this boot fits, you overgrown Boy Scout!” 

The banter between the two was that of old friends, though before now that would not have been a title they’d have flaunted. Which reminded him—before Derrick could get in another repartee, Cal was off with a question. 

“Hold up hold up. You have got a lotta names, sweets. Is there one you prefer to go by? Also, do ya really mean it? I—,“ he swallowed thickly, a vulnerable expression no one had seen on Cal’s face since he was a lad...or sleeping, though Derrick would never speak of it...not quite being shuttered quickly enough to be missed. “I can go with you? You-you’re not going to leave me here?” 

And he was back to the boy, remembering the day he’d first walked into the Citadel and discovering there was no way out. Not permanently. Would transforming into a kickass superhero by the supreme X-...er, Woman do the trick? Was she bluffing? Another overly confident royal who had it in their head they could defy the assassins? Derrick seemed to believe her, and that usually took some doing. Course he was also making gaga eyes at her, so his judgement might be suspect, but seeing as how Derrick had never looked at a woman that way...least far as Cal knew...maybe there was something real there. Not just another cruel joke.

It was a gamble, or seemed to be. But after the last week? Er...make that over a decade...it was one he was willing to take. Besides! “Shouldn’t let the big guy out of my sight anyway, always getting himself into trouble, he is.” 

Technically that was true of both of them. Derrick sticking his neck out for people he shouldn’t, even those around the Citadel who refused to see him as a human being, and Cal, constantly stirring things up...for good or bad. 

“How do you propose we get out of here? Nearest window? Need a bodyguard? I know I don’t look like much right now, and you can float an’ all, but there’s gonna be a whole passel of people ticked off you’ve invaded their home.” 

The glance at Derrick revealed the man still didn’t look perturbed. Amused, yes. Pensive or concerned, not even the slightest. Okay, so...vampires, floaty people, an entire Citadel full of assassins, and nothing was bothering him? Sheesh, he’d like to know where the man found his chill. Again, vampires?!? Course, this one was really hot...

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[theartofbeinganeldar]

The Art of Being An Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 3

Summary: You, a fantasy-loving LARPing human from Earth, got dropped into a fantasy land that seems familiar to you, but you had no recollection of it. Lord Fabulous Elvenking gave you three days to find the portal that would take you home with the aide of Blue-Eyes and a host of Elves, but what you found instead was the portal was closed for another thousand years. On the way back, you saved Legolas's life, prompting Thranduil to grant you freedom, and after, you finally realized where you were; Middle-Earth. Thranduil summons the council, which is made up of powerful wizards and Elves, to decide what should be done with you...

Chapter No.: Chapter 3

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I think Pippin's song matches the reader's situation very much, which is why I use it so often. I mean, your character fell from everything they know, their "home," and now they can't go back, but now they have this whole magical world and life ahead of them... Grief and sorrow, but things to look forward to in the future.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused,  Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

When you woke up, you found yourself blinded by a stupidly bright light that singed your retinas off. "What the hell?" You shielded your eyes as you tried to find the source.

Oh.

It was Thranduil, and beside him, Legolas, the two so bright they could be hung on your porch as bug-zappers.

Ohhhh...

You were in Middle-Earth. Right. Without any memory of it except for bits and pieces. You did remember that you'd watched the movies so many times that you could've recited each line in your sleep and then some, but you couldn't remember anything but what pieces you randomly dreamed of or remembered, which were already starting to fade.

"Hi. Can I help you with something in my half-starved state?"

Blue-Eyes desperately fought a smirk. Thranduil was less impressed. "My son tells me you lost consciousness because of a lack of sustenance. What sort of repayment is that for my favor to you, may I ask?"

You cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse the fuck outta you, Thrandy, but I just learned about a week and a half ago I'd never see my family again. Forgive me if I got upset."

Blue-Eyes turned his head away, trying really hard not to laugh...

"Also," You went on with a forced cocky smile, "I just learned that I'm in Middle-Earth. Where I come from, all this-- the palace, the land, even your fancy Elven toilets-- were created by some old guy called J. R. R. Tolkien, collectively referred to as 'Jrrt.' Now, I don't remember a goddamn thing except for bits and pieces of dialogue and song, even though I knew the stories by heart."

Thranduil and Blue-Eyes-- who was no longer trying not to laugh-- eyed each other suspiciously. "You knew of this place in your world?"

You nodded. "It's very well-known. But, everybody thinks it's fiction. Unaccesible. And be glad about that, too, because if there were a well-known way to get here, there'd be lots of war, new diseases, and this place would be turned to shit, too."

Thranduil stared at you for a minute, before abruptly turning to Legolas. "Son, I am off to the throne room. I shall summon the council at once."

You waited until he left to ask what that meant.

Blue-Eyes smiled slightly. "Meaning, he is not quite certain what should be done with you. The council is made up of some of the oldest and wisest of Middle-Earth, including the wizards and those of my kin, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien, and Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. Do any of those names sound familiar to you?"

You shrugged. "It doesn't matter if they sound familiar or not. I never remember what anybody looks like. I just get an eerie sense of deja vu."

Blue-Eyes raised an eyebrow. "Deja... Vu?"

You sat up more, rolling your eyes. "It means having a sense of familiarity, like, really strongly. Whatever. Tell me who the wizards are."

Blue-Eyes sat at the end of your bed. "The most powerful of the wizards is Saruman the White, who resides in Isengard, on the edge of Fangorn Forest and the Gap of Rohan. The second is Mithrandir, who is most commonly known as Gandalf the Gray by most folk. The third is the much less-known-of and reclusive Radagast the Brown, but I doubt my father will request his presence; he dislikes his excessive behavior." He raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard of them?"

You nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah. So if I'm an Elf, do I like, have to learn how to act like an Elf, or should you let these really important people decide what to do after they've seen who I am?"

"The latter," Blue-Eyes specified, "But it would still be beneficial to learn Elvish. It should take them quite awhile to arrive; between now and then, you should learn as much of it as possible, after I've given you a tour of Mirkwood."

You made a wheel-like motion with your hands. "After I've eaten and taken a bath, I know."

Blue-Eyes patted your leg. A jolt of electricity shot from where he touched you. What the hell? "Good," He stood and started to leave the room. "I will leave you to your own; there is food on the nightstand, and after, a bath across the bridge there," He pointed, and as you looked across the way seen Elves.

Bathing.

Blushing, you looked to Blue-Eyes wildly. "I-I'm supposed to take a bath with other people."

Blue-Eyes frowned in confusion. "Do you not, from your world?"

"Um, no. We all bathe alone. Where I come from, one's own body is considered... Private, to everybody except your doctor or significant other."

"Oh, I see. I could have a private bath prepared for you, if you wish for it," He answered with a smile. "Even here, we may want to bathe on our own to relax. It would not be a problem." He sneered down at you. "I would not want you bathing in the shared springs anyway. You'd dirty the whole lot of them."

With a very childish glare, you stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to have the oddest look he'd had yet. You'd noticed something about him; he had the unique ability to create a range of dynamically comical expressions. "What are you doing?"

You took up a dramatically serious tone. "I am expressing the 'fuck you' gesture in an immature and childish manner used worldwide, even among the youngest." With that, you stuck your tongue out again.

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well, then, Sairen, your bath will be ready for you when you are finished with your meal. I will send someone for you in an hour, if that suits you."

"That suits me perfectly fine, but I beg your fucking pardon, was that 'fuck you' in Elvish?"

Legolas grinned. "Not at all, mellon. It means 'fiery' in our tongue."

"Okay." A wry smile spread across your face. "That I can deal with. But what does 'melon' mean? Both you and Tauriel have called me that so far."

Legolas smiled as he began to close the double-doors, though what they did to block you when the room had only two-foot tall walls, you had no idea. "Mellon. It means, 'my friend.'"

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as he smiled-- for once, genuinely-- at you. You found yourself smiling back as he closed your doors. When he was gone, your smile toned down a bit, and you took a long, deep breath.

You were still upset. Very. On the inside, you felt torn to pieces. You figured it would be a long, long time before you grief lessened, if it ever did. But now that you knew where you were... It was different. You were sure of something. Where you were, and the fact that the Firemoon Portal would only open every thousand years. If you went back then, you'd already be connected to this world, and everyone in it. If time passed the same, your family would be gone, and you'd be mortal again, without a way to wait for the portal to reopen so that you could return to your new friends here.

But... You knew your family. They'd never forget you, and never stop grieving your loss. But, if they thought you might be somewhere better than Earth, and there was no way back... They'd want you to be happy. They'd want you to make a new life. They wouldn't want you to waste your life starving yourself.

You'd miss them... More than anything...

But for now...

You moved the silver platter on your nightstand to your lap, and started eating.

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

And there are many paths to tread...

***

"No, no," Tauriel corrected you. "Mae govannen."

"Mae govAHnnen."

Tauriel bit back an exasperated sigh. "Well... You're close enough."

You'd been in Mirkwood for nearly a month now, not counting the days of your imprisonment and searching for the portal. You wondered what made Thranduil (Who you still called 'Lord Fabulous' on occassion.) release you and treat you as an Elf, and as it turns out, it was Blue-Eyes himself.

Speaking of, you hadn't seen him in days... He kind of... Disappeared. There was still talk of him, and no one seemed to be worried, so you weren't; for Elves that lived forever, you bet anything that he had princely exploring and regular adventuring to do to keep him occupied.

Around the time he left, Tauriel approached you and asked if you knew any Elvish. Aside from sairen and mellon, you knew less than zero. Apparently, it was considered good Elven manners to at least speak a greeting to guests in their own language, despite what Leggy had said. Meaning, to different members of the council, you had to speak a greeting in Quenyan-- which was different from Sindarin, the most common Elvish language-- Common, and Sindarin. You'd memorized the lines, but it was the pronunciation that really befuddled your non-billingual ass.

Now, you'd pretty much gotten the Quenyan greeting: Mae govannen. It meant well met or something along those lines, but you had to add Lord Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. I am at your service. Which was much longer and much more complicated. All in all, it pretty much came out to, Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume.

English (Common.) was equally as long: Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it.

And lastly, to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, you had to say the most: And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled.

And to you, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, a star shines upon the hour of our meeting. I am blessed from your coming.

It was all a mouthful. A regal, elegant mouthful, but a mouthful that your tongue had trouble forming. In addition to all the greetings, you had to address them each in order; first Elrond, then the wizards, then Galadriel and Celeborn at once.

They'd arrived a few days ago, but you hadn't actually been summoned yet. You wondered what Thranduil had told them about you so far. He seemed like the type to exaggerate and make shit up: They're nothing but an abomination! They almost killed Legolas! They tried to kill me! They're dangerous and should be restrained! They toilet-papered my throne room!

The elaborate horns blowing signaled something evidently important; Tauriel's face lit up. "Mellon, it is Legolas! He has returned!"

Despite yourself, your heart jumped like a schoolgirl's. Blue-Eyes was back! "Really?! How do I look? Does it look like I've been taking care of myself?" Legolas would kill you if you weren't. Over the weeks, the blue hair dye had left your hair, returning it to its [h/c] color, even if you did still spike it up-- you'd been an outcast your whole life, so having short spiky hair when everybody else had long, flowing hair made you feel at home. You were dressed in dark browns, nearly blacks, in an outfit very similar to a tunic over leggings, knee-high boots, and all finished up with a long jacket, closed with Elven buckles.

"You look fine, [Y/N]," Tauriel assured you absentmindedly, and the two of you trotted down the many, many stairs and bridges to get to the massive front doors of the palace.

Thranduil and a host of other Elves were greeting Legolas, who looked as if he'd been in Sparkle Land for the last couple weeks. His clothes were in prestine condition. His hair was perfectly plaited away from his face. He wore a faint smile, as if whatever he'd been doing hadn't been stressful at all.

You and Tauriel arrived just as Thranduil finished speaking. "And you failed to locate them?"

Legolas held himself regally. "My apologies, my king. It will not happen again."

Thranduil glared down at him. "I should hope not. You will leave again in three days' time, after you have properly greeted our guests." As Thranduil spun on his heel to leave, Blue-Eyes bowed, rising up again as he seen you and Tauriel.

"Tauriel," He said, his face lighting up. She bowed slightly; apparently Elves didn't hug. He grinned snarkily when he seen you. "And [Y/N]. Last I saw you, your hair was strangely sky-hued."

You scoffed. "You can't even say sky-colored? You have to say sky-hued? Stupid Elves and their fancy ways. Good to see ya anyway, Blue-Eyes, even if you're a priss."

"I believe you mean prince."

You laughed, but it faded when he turned to Tauriel and started speaking in Elvish. He lead her away, talking, leaving you on your own. Your face fell. You wanted to tell him that you knew some greetings. You wanted to say you wanted to go with him when he left again. And the fact that you were already alone here only amplified the feeling of... Jealousy? Disappointment?

You watched them leave for a minute, before deciding you'd take a walk in the Mirkwood-- maybe it'd clear your mind. You nearly rammed into an Elf in turning around. "Whoops."

"Nothing to apologize for," the Elf said; thankfully, they'd caught on to Earth slang and understood you most of the time, instead of just assuming you were insulting them. "Thranduil Elvenking has summoned you to his councilroom. The council awaits you."

Your mouth went dry. All the feelings about Legolas ignoring you vanished in an instant. Oh shit. "I-I don't know where that is. You'll take me there, right?"

"Of course," Said the Elf, and lead the way through the twisting halls. He stopped before the one room of the palace that was actually sealed off from the rest besides the dungeons, with doors almost as big as the ones that lead out of the palace. "Here you are. They're waiting for you." He smiled slightly. "A word of advice for the introductions: let King Thranduil introduce you to them before you say your greetings." You bowed slightly in the Elven way as you thanked him.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous as hell. Meeting a bunch of people, really important people... You'd met some important people before: soldiers were the main ones you'd met, aside from a couple of astronauts. Other than that...

Taking a hugely amplified deep breath, you opened the door.

Inside was a wide winding staircase lit  by gorgeously-crafted Elven wall sconces of stained glass and copper metalwork shaped into vines. Every step seemed to echo, and when you reached the top of the staircase, your breath was ripped from you. It was a pavilion. A pavilion in the one place you loved above all else: the sky.

Rails kept anybody from falling off, and it was roofed, so that you could come up here even in the rain. Birds chirped melodiously, and from here, you felt as if you could see all of Middle-Earth. Behind you was a huge mountain range-- you'd never seen mountains before. They were beautiful, snow-capped, and gigantic; the Misty Mountains, obviously. All around you, stretching as far as you could see south and a long way east and west and north, was the Mirkwood, and to the west and north were vast plains, hills, and valleys. Leaves, gold and copper, swirled around the pavilion, giving it an ethereal look. To the west, where you were facing, was a silver lake, wide and glittering in the midday sun. Standing tall and proud beside it was Erebor, home to the King Under the Mountain; currently, Thror. You didn't know why that name seemed so important, though.

You must've turned around in at least a dozen three-sixties, trying to take in what you were seeing. Even if you didn't remember most of it, here you were. You were seeing it, for real and for true, in person, in the home of one of the most revered Elves of Middle-Earth. It seemed unreal, like at any moment, you'd wake up.

A bird, queerly tame, flitted up by your face and up into the rafters; she carried food for her young, and you watched them with a smile, still in disbelief of the views.

A long sigh snapped you out of your trance. Shit. Thranduil waved at you absentmindedly. "Are you daft, vermin? I just introduced you to the council."

"O-oh--"

"Now, now, Thranduil," A wizard chuckled warmly; he wore blue and gray robes, with an immense beard and long hair. Gandalf. "If they really are of another world, then they are obviously stunned by the land. Have you not shown them their new home properly?"

Thranduil nobly facepalmed.

Meanwhile, you realized that it wasn't just Gandalf sitting there smoking his pipe.

Another wizard, this one with long, straight white hair and an equally perfect white beard, in blinding white robes with a white staff: Saruman the White. You didn't know why you got bad vibes from this guy. Beside him sat another Elf, casually, an ankle on his knee and an elbow resting on his higher leg to hold up his head with two fingers. He wore robes of brown and purple, and his long brown hair was held back with a silver Elvish circlet. That had to be Elrond; he looked amused, so you felt kind of relieved. On his left sat a guy who practically glowed, with long blonde hair and white and blue robes. Celeborn. Standing off to the side, with a kind smile like Gandalf, in a billowy white dress with a beautiful Elven circlet made of fine chains and teardrop jewels was a woman, a she-Elf, putting off wisdom-vibes stronger than Gandalf's. Her curling golden hair went well past her waist, and she held herself regally. Out of everyone in this room, she seemed to be the oldest, and the most knowledgeable.

Your Elvish greetings flew right out of your head for a minute, before Thranduil reintroduced you. "This is the council. With us are wizards Saruman the White and Gandalf the Gray, Lord Elrond of House Rivendell, and Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Councilmembers, this is [Y/N], the one who appeared from a portal we knew nothing of-- and if I must repeat this once more, I swear to the Valar, I shall throw you off of this pavilion."

Gandalf actually chuckled at that, as did Elrond, while Celeborn cracked a smile. Galadriel seemed to find this all regally amusing. You bowed like Tauriel had showed you. At least, you'd mastered that part. "Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume. Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it. And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled."

Elrond looked impressed. "Well, Thranduil, you have certainly trained them well." Thranduil watched you with wide eyes. He hadn't known of your lessons. Suck it, Lord fucking Fabulous.

Celeborn bowed his head. "Your pronunciation is nearly perfect. Well done, young one. However, I doubt you know much else of our tongue yet, so for your sake, we shall converse in Common, if that suits you."

You almost said, It does. Thanks! But that sounded too disrespectful. "Thank you very much." You smiled, and took a seat when Thranduil waved you to the only empty one aside from Galadriel's.

Saruman started off with a wary tone. "Thranduil tells us you come from another world. Is this true?"

Out of the corner of your eyes, you seen Thranduil roll his eyes. "Yes, sir. I come from a place called Earth."

The councilmembers exchanged glances. "That sounds strikingly similar to Middle-Earth," Said Gandalf, and raised an eyebrow. "Are there any similarities between this world, and yours?"

You shook your head sadly. "Not anymore. My people ruined it. There aren't many places like this anymore."

Saruman stiffened. "Then what happens if your people find the portal? Surely, they will try to ruin this, as well?"

You made a face. "They would, yeah, but my people are also really stupid. It'd take a stupid accident and a lot of chance to fall through that portal again, and Legolas said that it only opened once every time a Firemoon happens."

"Legolas?" Elrond asked, curiously, as if this hadn’t been mentioned before. Of course it hadn’t.

You nodded, unsure of why you suddenly had to fight a flush at the mention of his name. "He helped me find the portal with some of his Elven friends when I first got here. We found writing-- he said it was used before the time of even Gondolin. I don't know when that is; is that a long time ago?"

"Very," Replied Gandalf. "Odd... A portal of that magnitude would have to be created by wizards of some sort, especially at such a time..."

A thought suddenly popped into your head. "Some people think we have magic," You piped up, and all eyes were suddenly on you. "But it never works. Not effectively. Just standard hocus-pocus and the power of suggestion. But hundreds of years ago, there was this really mysterious guy who they say really did have magic, which he used to help others. His name was Merlin; he looked kinda like you, Gandalf. But he was in another country, where I come from; where I was when I fell wasn't anywhere near where he traveled."

Saruman narrowed his bird-like eyes. "Then what relevance is this?"

"Because if there was one wizard like you guys in the past," You pointed out, "Why couldn't there be others? There's so much we don't know about history-- we're more intent on wiping out what we don't understand. What if the wizards traveled between worlds and time? Hell, they could be you guys from the future, and it just hasn't happened yet."

"They have a point, Saruman," Gandalf agreed, much to your relief. You didn't think they'd understand the concept of time travel.

"There is nothing we can do about the portal now," Elrond said decisively. "It is closed, and if we tried to destroy it, we could only do damage. It is an easy enough position to defend; should an army come through, they'd have only one entryway."

"Says who?" Saruman challenged. "There could be other portals we do not know of, some that people have not had the misfortune of falling into yet. How do we know that this invader is not a spy to seek out these portals and prepare them for war?"

You fought a sigh. Damn this small-minded son of  a bitch... You tried to think of something smart ass to say, but nothing fit the situation.

"They are not, Saruman." Lady Galadriel's voice was sudden, light, and smooth, like honey. It radiated outward with an undeniable power that could make anybody listen to her. "Their thoughts do not lead there." Shit. I mean crap. I mean dang. Mind reader. "They are afraid, and worried... They miss the family they left behind, but they are willing to make a life here, since they have no way of returning."

You nodded. "My thanks, my lady."

Lady Galadriel bowed her head in response.

"Build a life?" Saruman inspected you carefully from where he sat. "You are nothing but an infiltrator. Why should we allow you a place among the citizens of Middle-Earth?"

"It does not have to be here," Thranduil pointed out, and your heart shot to your ankles. "You have an unfortunate habit of collecting needy strays, Elrond; why don't you take them with you when you return to Rivendell?"

Elrond shot him a glare.

Um, I think the fuck not. Lady Galadriel, tell them I say no! Tell them I want to stay here! You thought of the views, and of... of Blue-Eyes...

"Perhaps they should be isolated," Saruman said. "Somewhere they cannot concoct any mischief. Rohan is quite strict, as Gondor is watchful. Either would suffice. Perhaps centuries of isolation in Isengard itself would keep them in line."

"Maybe the Shire would be good for them," Gandalf said. "The hobbits are quite peaceful little creatures. Then again, if isolation is what we are looking for, then Laketown couldn't be better. Or Dale; the dwarves don't let anyone commit any mischief from Erebor."

I don't want to leave...

"Lothlorien would perhaps be suitable," Celeborn added. "Or, maybe even the mines of Moria. I do not have much love for dwarves, but they would be kind enough to them."

"What," Interrupted Galadriel, "Does the subject of our conversation think of this?"

Silence fell. You took a deep breath. "I... I'd like to stay here." You seen Thranduil's head turn slowly to look at you, and you could hear him thinking, the fuck did you just say? "Please, my lord."

A tense silence fell over the room. Finally, Thranduil sighed. "I do not want you here, invader. You would have to prove your loyalty and skill beyond a shadow of a doubt."

You perked up. "Legolas is going on some super-secret missions, right? Maybe I could go with him. You trust him of all people to tell you the truth about me, right? So maybe I could prove myself then."

Thranduil thought about this for a moment. "Legolas is hunting for the orcs who are trying to overtake our borders. He found them, but he let them escape, even though they were a small group. He is leaving in three days with reinforcements; you may join him."

You almost visibly sagged with relief. Almost.

"However," Thranduil added, "If I find his report unsatisfactory, you will go with one of the councilmembers and leave Mirkwood. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

Elrond nodded to you. "You would have a home in Rivendell. It is the last safe haven of the Elves in Middle-Earth." He gave Thranduil a pointed sideways glance. "My people are welcoming and kind. They would be glad to have you." With a slight roll of his eyes, he gestured to Gandalf. "And of course, Mithrandir..."

Gandalf looked excited. "I would take you on my journeys with me, if you so desired. First, I would take you to the Shire. Very nice people, those hobbits. And of course, dwarves would be next."

"I thank you both," You smiled slightly, and you truly were grateful, but... "Then it is settled," Thranduil said authoritively. "Elrond, Gandalf, you are welcome to stay here until Legolas returns."

"I would be grateful," Elrond said, but Gandalf defiantly snorted. "I, dear Elvenking, already have arranged for lodgings in Laketown. Send for me once they arrive, so that I may know what I must do."

You felt buoyed a little. Gandalf didn't one-hundred-percent think you'd fail. And you wouldn't. You'd kick ass. You'd save Blue-Eyes's ass again. You'd come back triumphant, and Thranduil would have to let you stay.

Wouldn't he?

Thranduil left first with Elrond and Celeborn, followed by Gandalf and Saruman closely. Galadriel looked out over to the lake, all shiny and pretty and with her hair billowing majestically. "Why do you wish to stay among those who do not wish for your presence?"

You were stunned by the question. "I-I don't know... I've lived all my life an outcast... The hated one... I've just grown used to it. Being somewhere where people would be nice to me makes me uncomfortable. But there are a couple of people nice to me, and that's enough."

Galadriel was silent for a moment. "You think of him."

"Uhhh..."

"The prince."

You did blush this time. "I-I don't--"

"You are one of the Eldar now, mellon," Galadriel stated slowly. "Eldar only fall in love once. I have known many who have been broken by that which is unrequited. Do not be one of them."

You thought about her words for a second. "I don't love him... I don't even have like a crush on him or anything..." I've only known him for a couple days, overall.

Galadriel nodded slightly into the breeze. "Sieze it, if the chance arises. But if it does not, or if you do not think it will... I advise you to seek for a home elsewhere." You got the gist. If I do fall for him on my mission, and I know it won't go anywhere... Leave, even if I succeed.

Your heart was heavy at that thought, but you knew she was right. "Thank you, my lady."

"You need not thank a friend for giving advice." She smiled at you, and you left the pavilion with a deep bow, trying desperately not to let your heartstrings fall apart.

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Diego x deaf!reader

Sooo, since I totally headcanon Diego to have learned sign language as a kid because of his stutter, the idea of Diego x deaf!reader quickly popped up in my head. So I'll share that concept with you now! Also gender-neutral reader to please everyone! Also also, I'll be using synonyms for talking in this cus I don't wanna repeat "you/he sign(s)" 29282 times, but ofc that's what you do

(Let's say it plays after the apocalypse that was successfully averted.)

•you walk down the street one day, minding your business when someone speeds around the corner and slams into you full force

•it's diego, surprise

•he quickly apologizes like a dozen times and asks if you're okay

•buuut you obviously can't hear him

•so you point to your ear and then shake your head

•he understands easily and then signs "I'm really sorry. Are you okay?"

•you're really surprised that this guy seems to know sign language

•so you reply that yes, you're fine

•he invites you to grab a coffee at the nearest griddy's to make up for running into you like that

•you assure him it's fine but agree nonetheless

•so there you are, at griddy's with Diego having a drink and a donut

•you two talk about a bunch of general things to get to know each other

•although he tip-toes around a lot of personal questions

•you're really pleased to be able to communicate with someone this easy because not a lot of people in your life know sign language

•at some point you ask him why he even knows it

•but he avoids the question, clearly uncomfortable

•so you decide to let it drop

•then you ask him about the weird outfit he's wearing

•"You're about the first person who wasn't immediatly weirded out when they saw me in it"

•honestly, he makes you laugh a lot and you barely even know him

•but it feels really nice to talk to him

•when you're both finished, he hesitantly asks you to meet up again

•you happily comply

Fast forward a few months into your friendship/relationship:

•man he adores you

•like he'd do ANYTHING for you

•and it makes you really happy

•eventually he tells you why he had learned sign language

•while being super insecure jesus

•you quickly assure him that this makes him no less wonderful

•and he's glad you're understanding

•he's also lowkey glad sometimes that he can talk to you in sign language

•because after the events surrounding the apocalypse, his stutter haunts him more often

•so it's comforting when he can talk to you without worrying about it

•generally though he's determined to find a way to get your hearing back

•"People in this world can time travel or interact with the dead, how crazy is it to think someone could make you hear?"

•you tell him it's okay and it doesn't really bother you because you're used to it

•but you also think it's cute

•he's VERY protective

•but NEVER makes you feel like you can't do something

•many others do and you hate it because only because you can't hear, doesn't mean you can't take care of yourself

•which he understands

•at some point, when he realized he was growing attached to you, he started to distance himself from you

•because after the death of f.e. Grace and Patch, he fears anyone who gets close to him will die

•but you don't know that (yet) and it frustrates you

•finally you get to confront him about it, clearly upset

•he's really sorry

•like he'll apologize an unhealthy amount

•and then eventually explain & talk about Grace and Patch etc.

•it's really hard for him though

•he's so glad he doesn't have to actually talk then

•you comfort him as best as you can with lots of hugs n love

•and reassure him you'll be just fine and he won't lose you

•you totally don't get out of his embrace anymore

•as you comfort him, he also comforts you whenever you get frustrated about not being able to hear

•or if anything has you upset, really

•"I wish I could hear your voice"

•he internally (probably also externally) cries everytime you say that

•after you eventually find out about his vigilante stuff, of course you patch (ha) him up after particularly rough nights

•you worry. a lot.

•but he tells you to trust him much like he trusts you

And additional: Hargreeves family dinner

•so there's this family dinner planned at the academy

•and you ask to come along because you'd love to meet his siblings

•he's suuuper nervous and unsure but agrees anyway

•"I wish you could have met mom, she would have loved you so much"

•so you two go there

•heck he's probably more nervous than you are

•the others don't know he brings you, so they're surprised to see you, obviously

•Klaus asks who you are

•and Diego explains

•Klaus goes "ohhhh" and then starts signing to you

•you're shook. again

•Vanya and Allison talk to you in sign language as well and they totally love you

•yeah, Klaus and Vanya also learned a bunch of sign language as kids for Diego

•then picked it back up when Allison had lost her voice, which is why they can all communicate with you so easily

•they treat you like family immediatly and you feel super welcome

•Diego's sO relieved

•you don't talk a lot to Luther or Five

•they're both nice (and awkward) too though

•you're kinda surprised at how nice Luther is (to you) since Diego told you about their...rough relationship

•Five is just generally bad at human interaction but he tries his best

•basically shit goes right for once

•like the day doesn't end in a disaster

•and for once Diego's really thankful for his beloved dumbass siblings

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego x reader #tua x reader #the umbrella academy #tua

[fallenangelspnfanfic]

Wayward Huntress

Chapter 4

Summary: Dean, Sam and you are on the road towards Sioux Falls. We learn more about your relationship with the boys.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff (?)

Pairings : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader 

It has been a week now since you've finally settled in the Men of Letters' bunker. You got to know the brothers well. Everynight between intensive reseach sessions,  you had to beg them to tell you about their wildest hunts.The Winchesters were like legends in your world. Every evening in the library, while enjoying a couple beers, Sam and Dean would tell you their craziest adventures. From Bobby to Charlie, they told you about everyone who crossed their path. And more recently, they explained you what were the Men of Letters, what they did and what they were planning to do. You knew so because a day after you came back, Mary left the bunker to join a guy named Ketch in Texas and obviously both brothers did not like it at all. After an hour of bothering Dean as he worked on the Impala, he finally gave up and told you everything he knew. Even told you that Sam trusted them more than him, and that if anything would ever happen to their mother he would personally kill Ketch with his bare hands. Classy dude, really. 

For as it is now, everything was going fine. The sassy angel wasn't in your paws, since he was not there at all. They told you he went looking for angels who could held information about humans who could possess an aura like yours. But deep down, you knew Castiel was trying to avoid you as much as possible. Waiting for information wasn't a problem for you though, the hunts with the brothers were really more thrilling than when you used to hunt alone. 

EVERYONE WATCHIIIN' 

TO SEE WHAT YOU WOULD DOOOOO

EVERYONE LOOKIIIIN' AT YOUUU, OHHHH

Both Dean and you were singing at the top of your lungs as you drove towards Sioux Falls to lend a hand to one of their friends who had trouble dealing with a pack of werewolves. What was really amazing about your relationship with the elder Winchester was that, your crazy matched with his crazy, big time. You both enjoyed the same type of music, same type of food and even the same brand of alcohol. He truly was the big brother you never had. 

EVERYBODY'S WORKIN' FOR THE WEEKEEEND

EVERYBODY WANTS A LITTLE ROMANCE

EVERYVODY'S GOIN OFF THE DEEP END, 

EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE, OHHHHH 

You heard the sound of the leather twisting as Sam enormous body shifted in his seat. He was losing his patience. His brother and you wouldn't stop singing old rock classics whenever you had to make a roadtrip. Per usual, Sam had his laptop opened on his lap, trying to gather as much info and leads about the hunt you were on. You liked Sam a lot too, it just wasn't like with Dean, his seriousness would always prevent you from messing with him. You slipped into the backseat of the Impala to the front passenger side. You put your arms around the seat as you hugged Sam and put your head forward to talk to him. 

-Don't be like that Sammy, enjoy the free concert! you laughed. 

As he gazed at you, he tried his best to take a severe expression, but without any success. Your warm smile and your good mood were contagious and the brothers both needed a good vibe these days. 

-Get back in your seat before getting pojected outside by the windshield. He said with a laugh, his hazel eyes locked on yours.  

-Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist Samantha. you exclaimed as you sat back in your seat. 

Dean stood still for a couple seconds, jaw wide opened, round eyes, totally astonished by what you just said to his brother. He side eyed his brother to watch his reaction. Sam had his eyes closed, inhaling a good breath of air, obviously maddening over the fact you called him Samantha... you too.

-What? You don't like your nickname? Dean told me it would really piss you off. 

Sam suddendly opened his eyes and stared at his brother with an accusing look. His brother responded with a shrug, as if he didn't know where you got that from. What happened next really surprised the both of you. 

-That's it. Sam mumbled.

Sam unfastened his seatbelt and unexpectedly jumped into the backseat of the car, pushing you down on your back with his strong arms. He then grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head to prevent you from struggling and he started to tickle you endlessly with his free hand. You couldn't stop wagging in his arms as his fingers lightly touched every sensible spots. You were begging him to stop as you laughed, he really caught you off guard. 

-Say you won't use that nickname ever again and I'll stop. He managed to say as you wrestled under him trying to free yourself from his grip. 

-Bahahahahaaaa- I- hahahaha stop it! You had trouble talking because of the spasmodic movements your body was making from all the tickles. 

-Guys c'mon! What are you? 12? Dean sharply shouted obviously getting tired of getting hit in the back of his seat. 

-Say you won't ever call me Samantha again Y/N. Sam continued while laughing, ignoring his brother.

-I swe-bahahaha okay okay I SWEAAAR! you finally exclaimed between waves of laughters. 

Sam finally stopped fidgeting his fingers against your skin, still straddeling your thighs. You were both panting from the laughters as you laid there, still caught between his arms. As you finally regained control of your breath, you caught him staring at you with a keen look, his hazel eyes filled with fascination. You looked back into his piercing eyes, all                of your senses now awakening, feeling his hot-flaming body hovering against yours. You stood there for what seems like an eternity, neither of you broke the eye contact and the rousing tension made you feel light-headed. An intense desire started pulsating between your thighs while Sam stared hungrily at you as if he wanted to devour you. As you were about to lock one of your leg around one of his to silently allow him to get closer when the car took a sharp turn and made Sam rolled off you, hitting his head against the driver' seat. 

-Dean! What the Hell?  Sam growled at his brother while rubbing his head. 

-That's what you get kids when you don't listen to the elder! Dean exclaimed laughing from the two of you. 

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-Alright, I'll go to the police station first thing in the morning to gather more information from Jodie. Sam declared while he pulled a chair from the miniature dining table of the motel room. 

Dean threw you the keys of the adjacent room, winking at you. You don't know how, but you managed to catch them despite the fact that you just woke up. The backseat of the Impala was like a second bedroom for you since you started hunting with them. You stared back between the keys in your hand and Dean, an incredule look stuck in your face. 

-What? I get to have my own room?  you asked Dean excited from not having to share a bathroom with these two. 

-Yep, a woman deserves some privacy one day or another. 

You stood there, dumbfounded from Dean's statement. Even Sam craned his neck from where he was sitting to look at his brother trying to see if he was really being serious. 

-Aight, you better scram before I take back those keys sweetheart.

Without saying anything more, you hastened to pick up your duffelbag from the floor and quickly left the room excitedly. Dean scoffed from your reaction as he bent to get a beer from the grocery bag you forgot on the floor. As he turned around, Sam stared at him puzzling. 

-You know I could've take the couch right? 

-Yeah... See Sammy, we gotta chat. 

-Huh okay... What's up? Sam asked his brother, frowning. 

Dean uncapped his beer and took a sip before he went to sit on the bed closest to Sam. He looked silently at his beer while searching for the right way to start the conversation.

-Alright so what's the deal? he finally spoke up.

Sam who still didn't get where Dean was getting into lifted his eyebrows.

-What deal?

-Y'know... back in the car.. with Y/N.

Sam gulped as he finally understood what his brother meant. He tried to escape Dean's accusing look by suddenly getting up to get himself a beer as well. Without looking back at him he scoffed and retorted:

-What? You're the only one who can act like a child now and then?

-C'mon man, you know what I meant. Dean exclaimed exasperated. Plus, ya know... The girl isn't an eyesore it wouldn't be really surprising if you wanted to-

-Alright, yes. Sam cut Dean off. Y/N's attractive, smart, funny and she's a great hunter. And, yes maybe, I may have some kind of feelings for her. But that doesn't change the fact that we're curse magnets Dean. You know how many monsters want us dead? I won't put her more in danger than she already is.

-Mhm... But lemme ask you this: If we were retiring, no more hunts, no more dead bodies, no more crap. Would you give it a try with her?

The younger Winchester sighed as he sat down next to Dean on the bed. Sam gave a look at Dean, a wordless vocabulary that only the brothers could decipher. They both sat there quietly while finishing their beer and contempling their sad fate.

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#sam winchester #dean winchester #sam x reader #dean x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #fallenangelspnfanfic #castiel #castielxreader #cas fanfiction #splendidcas #wayward af #greenappleyes #spnfandom #domcas #subcas

[cali-holland]

Earned It- Loki One Shot

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. 

Word Count: 3700

~~~

“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”

“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”

“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”

“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.

“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.

“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”

“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.

“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.

“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.

With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.

“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.

“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.

“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”

“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”

“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.

~~~

That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.

“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.

“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.

“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”

“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.

“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.

“What book are you reading?”

“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”

“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.

“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”

“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”

“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.

“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”

“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.

~~~

The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.

“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.

“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.

“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.

“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”

“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.

This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.

“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.

“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.

“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.

“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.

“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.

“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”

“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.

“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”

“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”

“That’s not what I-”

“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.

“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”

“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.

“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”

“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.

“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.

“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.

You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.

“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.

“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.

“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”

“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.

“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.

You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.

You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.

~~~

The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.

“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”

“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.

“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.

“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.

You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.

~~~

Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.

“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.

“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.

“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”

“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.

“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.

“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.

“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.

“Is that all?”

“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”

“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.

“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”

“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.

“Do you think he’s changed?”

“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”

‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.

“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.

“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.

You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.

“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.

~~~

“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.

“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”

“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“

“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.

“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”

“You think he actually loves her?”

“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”

“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.

“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”

“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.

Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”

“Do you love her?” Thor asked.

“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.

“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.

“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.

“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.

“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.

“This is far more than upset.”

“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”

“Y/N would like to speak with you.”

“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”

“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.

“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.

“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”

“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.

“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.

“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.

“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.

“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.

“Please, allow me to explain myself.”

“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.

“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”

“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.

“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.

“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.

“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”

“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”

“I’ll never lie to you again.”

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[nickyquinnwrites]

Aqua Mutante- Part 4

Summary: Ever since you were younger you could manipulate water. Your life changes when your secret gets out.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1.8K-ish

Warnings: Betrayal, fighting, cursing, taunting, language, angst

A/N: I know I said when the third part got 50 notes I’ll post the next part but I was really excited to post this part! This whole series was beta-ed by the very very awesome @the-witching-hours12-3. After this part there’s just one more left! If you want to be tagged let me know! Enjoy!

Your phone buzzed early in the morning, you were still sleeping so it woke you up. You groaned slightly as you picked it up and swiped the screen to unlock it. It was from Kayla which made you smile. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! We have to hang out!”

It had been a few months since the last time you’ve seen her. Even then it only was for a few minutes. Ever since you joined the Avengers your life has been busy, between training, missions, and recovering from the formers. Sure Natasha and Wanda were your best friends on the team but it didn’t quite measure up to your friendship with Kayla.

“I’m free today. Meet up at 12?” You typed back as you got out of bed to start getting ready.

“That works. Can we meet up at the Avengers tower thing? You haven’t given me a tour yet!!” She replied quickly which wasn’t uncommon.

“Yeah, when you’re here go to the front desk and say you’re here for me.” You reply as you throw your phone on your bed to take a quick shower. After you finished up and went to the kitchen. You noted how quiet it was due to the fact everyone else was off on a mission which left you on house duty. You insisted that you wanted to go with them, but Tony reassured that they would be fine.

The clock soon struck noon and you were informed that Kayla was waiting for you, punctual as always.

“Send her up!” You inform the AI system as you crossed to the elevators. She quickly ascends and greets you with a wide smile. The both of you squeal and hug each other tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Kayla says after the two of separated, “I can’t believe that I’m just seeing this huge place just now!” She exclaims and spins around to see the common room.

“I’m sorry about that, I’ve just been so busy,” you apologize and lead her to start a tour.

“Yeah, busy saving the world and all.” She grins and shoves your shoulder as you show her where everything is. “You just have to show me around!”

You did just that. You showed her the common spaces, the gym, and any place that you thought was neat.

“And this is my room,” you conclude the tour, opening up the door to your room.

“Wow, great view,” she comments as she points towards the windows which overlooked the city. You laughed slightly and walked towards them to look out of it.

“Yeah, I love waking up to this every morning,” you agree and smile contently as you look out towards the city.

In the reflection of the window you see Kayla rushing towards you. You quickly turn around and duck an oncoming punch that was aimed at your head.

“What the fuck Kayla?!” You scream as you look at her with shock.

“I’m tired of being patient!” She yells back and goes to punch you again. This time you grab her wrist and pull it to try to subdue her towards the ground. Instead of falling like you planned, she rolled forward and landed perfectly on her feet.

“Patient about what?! Have you gone bat shit crazy?!” You grunt as you try to deflect her attacks. You were defending more than working offense. This was your best friend after all, your best friend since childhood. You would never want to hurt her even if she was going crazy and attacking you.

“About taking you and making you one of us,” she spits out as she pins you to the ground, “you know; a lot of people want you for their own,” Kayla explains as she grasps your wrists harshly, you were sure it would leave bruises, “including Hydra…” she whispers with a sneer and smirks.

You widen your eyes as you try to struggle out of her grasp. “N-no…you-you can’t work for them,” you stutter as you look at the person you thought you knew in the eyes.

“Oh that’s where you are wrong kiddo,” she shakes her head and tightens her grip, “I was born into it, they raised me and trained me for this exact moment,” she explains as tears begin to form in your eyes, “they saw that you were special from the moment you were born.”

“Then why didn’t they take me then?” You ask as you try to think of ways out of this.

“Because they wanted your mutation to mature before they took action. They planted me as a spy so I can gain your trust. I was hoping to bring you in after college, but fucking S.H.I.E.L.D. got in the way. I was so patient, trying to get you to Hydra. They told me to wait until the right time, but it never seemed to come up. You were too busy doing whatever the fuck they told you to do, like the goody-two-shoes you are. But when you said that you joined the Avengers. I knew it was time to strike. Not only could I bring you in, but I can bring your lover-boy, the Winter Solider in.”

During her monologue, you concentrated on the blood coursing through her veins. The only way out was to use the one thing you promised yourself that you’d never use on another person unless it was life or death. You decided that Hydra is worse than death.

“I must say, all of those gross details about you wanting to fuck him or whatever really got my imagination going. Maybe when he tries to save you and we get him back on our side I can take him from a spin,” she chuckles deeply as she grins darkly.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You grunt as you flick your hands upwards. Before she can register what was happening, she was pinned against the wall unable to move. “How are you doing this?!” She grunted as she tried to free herself. “How are you controlling me?!”

“I’ve been training, and I’ve been training hard.” You start to explain, getting up while still concentrating. “After I was able to master my control over water, I decided to test the limits. I learned that I can control water in almost anything. Including the human body.”

You couldn’t hold her for long. Once she was free it would be game over. You slowly walked towards the door. In one swift motion, you released her, closed, and locked the door. Using the condensation from the air you used the water to freeze over the handle to slow her down and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. “You can run but you can’t hide!” You heard her scream from behind the door.

You ran down the hall looking for a place to hide, you took out your phone and ducked into the training room which had a hot tub in the back. You silently thanked Tony for putting in one after you complained about sore muscles after training.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., put the tower into lock down!” You command which was followed by various alarms in the building. You knew this notified Tony remotely that the tower was under attack. You quickly dialed Bucky’s number and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey doll, how are you?” He asks with a bright tone. They were finished early and were going to surprise you by coming home early. In fact, they weren’t that far from the compound by the time you called.

“B-Bucky, I don’t have a lot of time,” you whisper into the phone as you find a small spot to hide in.

“What do you mean?” He asks in a low tone as he looks over to Tony who’s looking down at his tablet.

“It’s Kayla,” you say quickly and gulp slightly, “sh-she’s with Hydra. They’re after me and now you,” you explain with a shaky voice.

“Ohhhh (Y/N)!! Where are you?” Kayla sing-songs as she walks through the halls after breaking free from your room. Her voice is faint but growing ever closer.

“The tower is on lock-down; I’m going to fight back the best I can,” you explain as you try to collect yourself.

“We’ll be there soon. Stay on the phone so I know you’re safe,” Bucky instructs as Tony informs the rest of the team the situation that’s going on.

“I can’t Bucky, I need to fight. I-I lo-“ you begin to say but are cut off as your phone frizzed out.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?!” Bucky says frantically into the phone but it was no use.

“We’ll be there in 20 minutes,” Tony says as he goes up to the cockpit to make the aircraft go faster.

“She’ll be fine.” Steve says as he tries to calm down his friend which didn’t work.

“Remember when we used to play hide-and-sneak when we were younger? How I would always win?” Kayla cackles as she throws a punch towards the wall you were leaning against. You ducked out of the way and jumped into the hot tub.

As you stood up, you raised spears of ice to pierce her. Expertly she dodged them as if they were nothing. “You forget I’ve trained for this my whole life, you dumb bitch!” She spits out.

“Who’s the one with powers here?” You retort as you take more water but instead of making them spears of ice, you make a helmet of it over her head which makes her gasp for air. This gives you enough time to get out of the hot tub and stop her. You didn’t want to drown her, merely render her unconscious.

As she was trying to hang onto any kind of air, she looked at you with pleading eyes. All of a sudden, flash backs of your childhood flooded your head. You remembered all of the best memories you had. They were with her. You went through everything together. You began to tear up as you stepped back. Your hands faltered and the water fell to the ground. She coughed up water and leaned against the wall.

Coughing soon turned into insane laughter. “You’ve always been a weak mother fucker,” she mutters as she looks up towards you.

“I can’t fight her; I can’t hurt her!” You think to yourself as you begin running again.

“Quinjet will arrive shortly (Y/N),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said as you ran through the halls.

“Landing pad!” You mutter to yourself as you start running in that direction.

You see sunlight seeping through the glass doors as you see the jet landing. A wave of relief washed over you knowing you would have back up soon. As soon as you reach the stairs to go to the landing, you feel electricity shock through you which was intensified from the water that was soaking you.

Everything began to go black as you fell, Kayla towering over you with a taser. The last words you heard were, “hail hydra…” before the world around you was shut off.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Alien Girl P2

MOVIE: ORBIT EVER AFTER COUPLE: NIGEL X READER RATING: SEXYISH

I closed my eyes as I walked to the bay 2 window, putting my hand on the cold plastic I opened my eyes to the glimmering white room, and there on a bed sat a girl, she looked human almost,her hair was purple so it was all s long slow gradient, her skin pale as a ghost she has marks on her face like freckles, her eyes as green as emeralds and big almost too big, her lips red and broken from the sand outside, her body covered by a little dress made of what looked like cotton her large breasts obvious even with the dress on her body seemed chubby, health I would say her nails a dark purple as she moved I noticed had marks on her neck like lines or something they where on her arms too, her face confused as she looked around the room.

I didn't even need to think about it, my heart beating out of my chest unable to move my eyes from her.

I'm in love.

I smiled and tapped on the window to get her attention she turned in shock I had made her jump she saw me and looked puzzled turning her head like a cat 

"Lapian? Lapian teskita" she asks her voice so sweet and soft even if I didn't understand a word of what she said "lapian! Teskita mundila" she asks worried 

"Uhh it's okay, knowones going to hurt you, your safe" I said and she looked more confused 

"Lapian, mundilla youki wenila" she asks as she got up coming close to me she put her hand on the window stareing at my eyes I moved so my hand was with her's the plastic window separating us she shut her eyes opening them quickly they had turned a bright purple so I moved my hand away stepping back and she looked confused moving away 

"Me...help" she says confused and Lost

"What did you say?" I ask in shock how did she learn that... 

"Me..help? You here help?" She asks 

"Yes, I'm here to help" I nod and she smiles "how- how did you do that?" I ask she just looked puzzled I looked to my hand...maybe she learnt somehow? "Did you learn that when we?" I ask putting my hand on the window again she nodded moving to do it again her eyes again turning purple "can you hear me?" I ask

"Can you hear me?" She repeated the exact way I did

"Listen, we found you, we have to figure out what you are" I tell her 

"Listen" it began repeating it exactly how I had said it her voice changing "we found you, we have to figure out what you are" she said but the voice that came out of her... Was mine. 

I moved away making her puzzled her eyes going back to green

"what the fuck are you?" I ask her my back hitting the door as I moved away from her window she turned her heard watching me

"What the fuck are you?" She asks still in my voice

"Stop it!" I yell

"Stop it!" She returns

"Enough enough just stop it!" I yell 

"Enough enough just stop it!" She answers still with my voice

"I'm losing my mind" I sigh

"I am losing my mind" she says 

"But... That's not what I said?" I ask very confused a little scared of her 

"But, that is not what I have said" she repeats 

"What are you doing?" I ask her going closer curious about this girl

"What am I doing?" She asks 

"Why are-" I began

"Why are you changing my words?" She interupted still in my voice 

"Are we-" I began

"Are we still connected?" She says putting her hand on the window so I did I too over her hand her eyes going purple then turning back to green and she moved away 

"Everytime I broke it... So you where still copying me? But why? Are you trying to learn?" I ask she didn't answer "what are you? What do you want?" I ask she tapped the window slowly

Tap tap tap

"I don't understand" I tell her she looked at the door to her isolated room then back to me and tapped her three little Taps again like a knock... "You want me to let you out?" I ask

"Not" she says 

"You... want me to come in?" I ask And she nods "I can't, your in isolation I'm sorry, I know it's probably pretty scary in there, don't worry as soon as it's safe I'll let you out" I smile "I uhh have to go back now, I'll see you tomorrow miss uhh alien girl" I laugh rushing off

I yawned quickly getting up and getting in the shower making kitty jump off my bed confused today is the day I have been trying to teach the girl we found for ages but she isn't doing to good, but today we finally get to go in with her I o course was going as we spend the most time together and she never talks with my dad or my grandfather she only ever speaks to me as soon as I was nice and clean making sure I smelt nice I got dressed and ran down to isolation where my dad stood looking in her window "what is it?" I ask 

"She's reading" he says

"Reading? Are you sure? She can't even talk how can she read?" I ask

"No idea... But she's been at is since I got here" he says 

"How long ago was that?" I ask 

"An hour or so" he shrugs "you ready?" He asks

"Course I am let me go" I laugh 

"4861" he says as he went to leave

"What?" I ask

"The code for the door" he laughs climbing the stairs 

"Ohhhh...thanks" I laugh, I will change that later something easier to remember, and something my grandfather won't know...not to say I don't trust him but, I don't, he's hologram screwed every other girl I've ever shown interest in I tapped her window making her look up a moment running to the window when she saw it was me I waved and she giggled

"Hilow" she smiles

"Hello" I laugh she still can't get this

"Hilow" she smiles again So I sighed going to her door and typing in the code it open and I froze... Scared of her a little. 

But I opened the door and went in shutting it behind me she looked puzzled a moment 

"Here?" She asks

"Here with you" I laugh going over to her she smiled poking my stomach "ow! Yeah I'm really here" I laugh she smiles holding her hand like she does on the window so I nervously connected our hands her skin was soft very soft actually her eyes went purple and I was a little frightened till she moved away, as she did I noticed her skin the lines where gone and her hair got s little shorter 

"H-how did you do that?" I ask her fascinated by it 

"Learn" she smiled "I is a happy, see you" she smiles

"Awe well I'm happy to see you too" I laugh sitting beside her on her little bed "so uhh... I guess I should ask what your name is" I laugh 

"Name?" She asks

"Like uhh what do I call you?" I ask her 

"What I call you?" She asks 

"Yeah" I nod 

"Pretty blondie" she giggled fiddling with my hair 

"Ohhh no, not like that- I mean what do you call yourself?" I ask 

"Myself?" She asked a little puzzled "Y/n" she smiled

"Y/n?" I ask and she nods "Y/n... That's very pretty" I tell her "do you really call me pretty blondie?" I ask and she nods "guess that's what happens when I don't introduce myself properly" I blush "uhh well my name's Nigel" I explain

"Nigel?" She asks and I nod "Nigel" she smiles hugging me tight resting her head on my shoulder as she held my body tightly

"Uhhhhh okay" I laugh very happy to have her snuggled with me but a little confused 

"Ummm Nigel" she smirked rubbing her face against my body I moved her away much to my own annoyance 

"Now Y/n, would you like to come out? See the Hovel?" I offer and she smiles hopping off the bed and running to her door very excited bouncing a little as she waited for me like s puppy almost

"Y/n? Do you have any idea what you where doing on that planet?" I ask as we sat on the kitchen table looking out the window at the vast stars and moons we both had a nutrio bar each as o know food in isolation isn't great but she wouldn't eat one unless I did too,

"Father drop" she answers

"Drop? Like he left you there?" I ask and she nods chewing her food "why?" I ask her

"Reasons" she shrugs 

"What reasons?" I ask 

"Grown ups, go drop alone" she says 

"so... When your an adult you get dropped somewhere alone?" I ask and she nods "why?" I ask and she shrugs 

"Not know" she giggled "ummm Nigel" she smiles nuzzling on my shoulder again

"Why do you like cuddling me so much? I'm not complaining! Just wondered why you do I so much?" I ask her 

"Learn" she says 

"Y/n?" I ask moving her away "you learn though physical contact don't you?" I ask and she nods "that's why you cuddle me so much your trying to learn?" I ask and she nods "why didn't you just say- ohh right" I laugh I blushed a little offering her my hand she smiled taking it gently her eyes going purple we sat for couple minutes just with her doing this till her eyes returned to green and she moved away "so? What did you learn?" I ask her 

"I learn a words from your brain," she giggled "I learn to talk" she smiles

"You are amazing" I laugh "how did you do that?" I ask 

"Uhh scan brain, copy information" she says "put in own brain" she smiles

"You are fascinating Y/n," I smile "come on I should probably get you out those old clothes," I suggest and she smiled happily following me down to my room, I'm happy I cleaned last night she giggled sitting on my bed and moving to lay down nuzzled up in my bed covers "okay, so we don't really have any girl clothes since last girl on this thing was my mum and her clothes have no hope of fitting you, so jumpsuit till we dock in port which is going to be about three weeks maybe" I explain "so here you should fit one of mine I hope" I tell her getting one of my jumpsuit and sitting it on my bed I looked around for some other clothes, I mean she can't just have a jumpsuit on she has to have something under it I turned back to check on her and she was naked just having slipped off her little dress fixing her hair as stood there her body was perfect and beautiful exactly what I imagined when I First saw her big boobs, a big butt and a cute little chubby tummy, and the thick thighs that go with having a chubby tummy a huge arse "y-your fucking beautiful" I tell her 

"Language Nigel" my dad complains though the intercom

"Can you stop easdropping me and Y/n!" I complain 

"It's not easdropping, it's for safety" he says

"Safety, you just wanna see if I'm having sex with her" I sigh 

"Are you?" He asked

"No!" I complain turning it off so knowone can talk to me "uhhh Y/n..." I began making her stop and turn to me still naked "look you can't just wear a jumpsuit uhhh here these on under it" I tell her handing her a pair of my boxer shorts that I knew where one hundred percent clean she giggled and took them slipping them on first on me there normally pretty roomy on her they where uhh well tight half her butt fell out the back and tugged them to her waist rather then hips whefe they are meant to go they cradled her softly and she smiled wiggling in them a little where she was happy it was adorable too see her so happy I dug around trying to find her a shirt "Y/n, here you pick" I tell her and she came over to look as all my shirts are pretty much the same but the designs on them she dug around for a while till she pulled out a short I had almost forgot about it was a light yellow with a classic style bombshell girl day riding a little rocket ship 

"Can I have?" She asks 

"Yeah you can have that one" I smile

"For forever?" She asks

"For as long as you like Y/n" I tell her