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inmyicyworld · 8 months

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Wakanda pt. 2

pt. 1

Summary: Bucky's trigger words are being removed and you finally talk about your feelings.

Word count: 5k.

Warnings: Bucky's trigger words, smut and fluff, a pinch of angst, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, size kink?, dirty talk, pet names.

Author's note: so it's the second part of this work. Also, I did some research this time about Bucky's clothes that he was wearing in BP. I read some things about African culture, and I believe that his red piece of clothing is called a shuka. Please correct me if I'm wrong!

Btw, my inbox is open, so y'all can share your ideas or whatever🤍

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

I posted it again because the first time it didn’t show up in any tags

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After that night, you woke up with Bucky holding you tightly to his chest, and it was really one of the best mornings you even had. But unfortunately, Fury called you not so long after because apparently you were the only one who was able to do that mission.

You two didn’t have enough time to talk about whatever happened between you, and after almost the whole month passed by without any contact, you finally got a call from Shuri, who told you that in a couple of days Ayo is going to officially remove trigger words from Bucky, and if everything goes well, he’ll get a new arm and will be a free man.

Sitting in a quinjet a few miles away from Wakanda, you felt nervous as hell. You didn’t know what Bucky felt toward you. Were your feelings mutual? Was it just sex for him? Or maybe he regretted everything and wanted to be your friend again.

Honestly, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. After that night, after you finished your mission and were again alone in your room, the aching feeling in your chest made you want to cry. You wanted Bucky with every piece of your body, and living for a month with a million questions and scenarios was too tough.

When you finally landed, one of the Dora Milages met you to guide you to the place of the ceremony. It was in the woods, far away from the city and anyone’s eyes. At first, you saw Ayo, who only nodded to you with a small smile.

But then your eyes fell on him.

Bucky was already looking at you, and you didn’t quite understand how he felt about your presence. He was sitting near the fire in his usual Wakandian clothes and with a cute messy bun. The fire in front of him danced on his face, and he looked so beautiful but scared and nervous at the same time. It took everything in you not to run closer and hug him.

Bucky couldn’t believe that you were really there. You came to Wakanda for him, to support him in such an important moment, even though you didn’t have to. You looked gorgeous as always, and the soft smile on your face calmed his overthinking mind. Mumbling a quiet “hey” under your breath, you saw the soft smile blossoming on Bucky’s face and his lips slightly moving as he said it back to you

“Are you ready, James?” Ayo interrupted your silent conversation with each other and came close to Bucky.

“Are you sure about this?” Bucky looked at the fire, now feeling scared because of this whole situation again. He couldn’t fight the feeling that there was no chance for him to heal and that the piece of the Winter Soldier was forever immortalized in his brain.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone.” Bucky’s worried eyes slipped back to you for a second, as if the thought of you being there when everything might go wrong scared him the most. He just slightly nodded back to Ayo and took a deep breath.

Honestly, you had never heard or even read Bucky’s trigger words because they created a weird, disgusting feeling in your stomach, so when Ayo started to say them, it sent goosebumps down your spine.

Желание.

Your blood froze in your veins by the way Bucky’s face expression changed. His eyes were glued to one spot, and any piece of that soft and warm look that he had for you disappeared.

Ржавый.

Семнадцать.

“This is not gonna work.” His body started to tremble, overwhelmed with the emotions and memories of his past.

Рассвет.

Печь.

Девять.

Bucky’s eyes filled with tears, and he gripped his clothes in his right hand to control his body. You silently cried with him, praying to whoever was up there to let this man be free. You knew that he was strong and that he could fight against people who messed up his head, and seeing that he was not giving up made you feel so warm and proud inside.

Добросердечный.

Возвращение на родину.

Один.

Грузовой вагон.

“You are free.” You deeply inhaled, only then realizing that you had held your breath. Bucky completely broke down with Ayo’s words, looking to the ground with tears running down his face.

Ayo looked at you, and that was everything you needed to rush closer to Bucky. You fell to your knees right on the ground in front of him, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and bringing his head to your neck. He sank into you, crying harder and gripping the back of your shirt with his hand.

“I’m so proud of you. I’m so, so proud of you, James. You did amazing.” Your soothing voice filled his ears while you held him close to you with one hand and rubbed his back with another.

“‘M sorry.” The hot breath touched your neck when Bucky started to mumble and apologize with a shaky voice.

You pushed him back by his shoulders and immediately put your hands on his face when you saw the panic on his face. “No. No, Bucky. There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? I’m here for you. You are so strong, and I’m so proud that you fought back and got rid of these stupid words. You can live a normal life now, and I’ll be there for you as long as you want me to.” Your fingers wiped the tears, not missing how Bucky leaned into your touch.

“Thank you for coming here. It means everything to me. I missed you so much.” He was clearly unsure whether he should say it or not, but you gave him another soft smile, feeling how the tension left his body a little bit.

“I missed you too, Buck.” Your faces moved closer, eyes glued to each other's lips. Bucky almost kissed you, but this little intimate moment was interrupted by the voice of Wakanda’s princess.

“Sorry to disturb your peace, but me and my brother have a little present here. And I’m not a fan of looking at other people making out, by the way.” Your face got hot when you looked back and saw Shuri, T'Challa, and Dora Milaje all staring at you.

Bucky quickly stood up, helping you get up from your knees and then leaning lower to dust off your knees. He looked back at you with a frown on his cute face, as if only then he realized that you had been standing on the ground this whole time. You only grabbed his right hand and bit your lip, trying to hold on to your growing smile.

You led Bucky closer to everyone, and when two women brought a large vibranium box, put it in front of Bucky, you freed his only arm, putting your left hand on his lower back in a supportive gesture.

“Congratulations, White Wolf.” T’Challa nodded his head, and one of Dora Milaje’s stepped in front of the case and opened it, revealing Bucky’s new arm.

It was truly beautiful. Slik dark vibranium arm with golden pieces.

“It’s completely my design. This arm is much better than the last one; it’s stronger, it has some cool options, and you can take it off whenever you want to. But what is more important is that I worked hard and found a way to connect it to the nerves so you can feel everything. Not as good as the real one, of course, but still.” Shuri said with her hard accent, obviously being really proud of her own masterpiece. You couldn't hold back the tears, overwhelmed with the fact that she made it for Bucky and didn't ask for anything in return.

“I can feel?” Bucky’s voice almost broke, and you came closer, pressing your body against his back. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Shuri. And you too, T’Challa. I can't express how grateful I am that you allowed me to stay in Wakanda and are now giving me this.”

“It’s an honor, Sergeant Barnes. So do you want to try it on?”

Dora Milaje easily lifted what looked like a really heavy arm; Bucky rolled up his clothes, and, with a quick motion, it was connected with his shoulder. He stayed silent for a few seconds as if he were getting used to the feeling, but then he rotated it 360 degrees, and you heard the soft swirling of the plates.

He looked down at his new hand, clenching and unclenching his fist, moving each finger, and you stared at this in awe.

“Can I... hurt someone with it unintentionally?” His eyes quickly shot to you before looking back at Shuri. A smirk appeared on her face, and she exchanged knowing looks with her brother.

“No. Speaking in simple terms, it’s connected to your brain. Like your right arm, the brain just sends electrical impulses there. If you have no intention of doing something, it won’t happen. I promise this.”

“Well, I think we can finish it here. You both can be guests here as long as you want to; our country is always open for you. Have a great night.” T’Challa lowered his head, and you mumbled a little ‘thank you’, and after that, you and Bucky were left alone near the fire.

You felt the tension between you two as you both stayed silent. But what were you doing, for fuck’s sake? It shouldn’t be awkward. You were best friends, and even if you had feelings for him, nothing changed.

“Can you show me?” You stretched your right hand, waiting for Bucky to feel confident enough to allow you to touch his new vibranium arm. He looked at you curiously, with a hint of fear and insecurity. “It’s just me, Buck, remember?”

He deeply inhaled before putting his left hand in yours; his eyes were staring at your face, closely looking at your reaction.

Your hands wrapped around his vibranium wrist, holding it gently and getting used to the feel of the smooth metal. Your right hand went higher to trace golden plates with your fingers, absolutely stunned by their beauty.

“I– I can feel your touch.” Bucky got a lump in his throat because of your gentle movements and how softly you treated him, even though he didn’t deserve it. It wasn’t exactly how he felt with the right hand, but it was something. The thought of finally being able to hold you and hug you sent a warm feeling through his stomach.

“You deserve it, James. I’m so happy for you.” One of your hands flew back to Bucky’s face, and you bit your lip when the feeling of the moment that you two shared before you were disturbed came back to you.

Bucky once again leaned into your touch, showing how much trust he had for you, while his eyes never left your beautiful, lit by the warm light of fire, face. He stepped closer, finally realizing how much he needed to feel you again. Since that day, almost a month ago, he has thought about you non-stop. Even if the rational part of his brain told him that you just couldn’t call or visit him whenever you wanted, he still convinced himself that it meant nothing to you. That it was a mistake, because how could you possibly want him, out of all people?

But now you've come back. You came here again to visit him on such an important day. You supported him, you touched his metal hand without fear, and you were staring at him in that weird way that made Bucky weak in the knees.

He didn’t know what to do or how to talk about that night in his hut, but when he nervously licked his lip and your eyes immediately shot there, Bucky couldn’t think straight anymore.

Before you could even process what was going on, Bucky’s hands were on each side of your face, dragging you higher and closer. His slightly chapped lips attacked yours, moving quickly and almost desperately. You were taken aback, but you didn’t mind, kissing him with no less passion. Your tongues were connected, dancing around each other, making you both moan and trying to get your bodies as close as possible.

It was overwhelming—too hot to handle, actually. If you thought that you just missed Bucky, then during the kiss, your mind and your body screamed for him to take you right on the spot. You needed him closer—on top of you, inside of you.

You suddenly moaned into the kiss, remembering how fucking good it felt to be so full of him. Bucky freed your face, instead finnally gripping your waist and hips, pressing you closer to his hard chest.

“Bucky– James, please, I want you so bad.” You whined, clinging onto his shoulders. He pulled his face away, licking his lips to get more of your taste, and when you locked your eyes again, your body tensed, and you unconsciously started to squeeze around nothing.

You both already looked so messy, with red cheeks and hot skin. Bucky stayed silent for a moment, still getting used to being able to hold you with both arms.

“Are you sure, doll? I don’t want you to regre–”

“No, no, Bucky. I won’t regret it. The last time was the best fucking night of my life. I wish I could stay, but you know that they didn’t allow me. I missed you, and I thought about it so much that it’s embarrassing to admit.” You blurred out. Bucky’s hands tightened around you at your confession, and he nodded more to himself.

“C’mon, my hut is not far away.”

It was really not far away, but still, while Bucky was leading you by your hand, you almost fell. You were just so mesmerized by his strong back that you completely forgot to look under your feet in the almost complete darkness. Bucky’s reflections helped you stay on your feet, and mumbling something like “It’s faster that way, anyway,” he casually lifted you off the ground, making you wrap around him like a koala around the tree. His right arm was under your ass, and the metal one was protectively lying on your waist.

It was so effortless for him, as if your weight was nothing, and it made you even more wet and excited than the kiss.

In just a few minutes, Bucky got to his hut, turning on the small light and closing the door. He dropped you down but didn’t let you go far away.

“You can’t imagine how much I want you, Y/N. Even before our first time. You are so beautiful, so gorgeous, fuck.” He dragged you closer, connecting your foreheads. Your chest felt tight after his words, and you gently rubbed his bearded cheek.

“I want you the same way. Since the day we became friends. I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” You mumbled, not breaking eye contact.

Bucky shook his head, but then leaned closer and connected your lips. It was much softer, without a rush. You both were just enjoying the feeling, happy to be in each other's arms again. You grabbed his clothes, not ending your kiss, and started to go back until you felt the pile of soft blankets on the floor. You then lowered both of your bodies and laid back, so Bucky was now on top of you.

He stopped kissing you and pulled away to look at you.

It was and felt much different than your first time. He was on top of you, holding himself with his left arm near your head. Even if Bucky knew that you truly didn’t care about it, the fact that he was now capable of pleasing you and treating you the way you deserved made him feel a little bit better about himself.

Bucky’s eyes slowly checked your whole body, from your pretty eyes and plump, swollen lips down to the soft skin of your legs. He couldn’t help himself and put his large and warm hand on your left thigh, then traced your whole body as if it were his first time. You were shivering under his eyes and touch, but you still didn’t move and let him do what he needed too.

You understood how hard it was for Bucky to be almost without control the last time you were together. He needed to feel in charge after everything he had gone through, and you didn’t mind letting him do whatever he wanted with you.

“Let me take care of you, doll. Please.” He almost whispered, looking back at your face.

“Do you remember what I told you the last time? You can have me, Bucky.” You put your hands around his body, feeling tensed muscles under his clothes.

I promise that when you get your new arm, I’ll let you fuck me however you want to, okay?

Bucky growled when he remembered the exact words you told him.

He caught your lips in a kiss again, rubbing your thigh with his hand and then getting it higher until it rested on your breast, covered in a bra. His mouth moved lower, slightly pinching and biting the tender skin of your neck and collarbones. At the same time, he dragged the cups of your bra lower, finally getting to your boobs. Two fingers took your sensetive nipple in them, slightly pressing on it and making your body shake. Your fingers slid up on his body until you were able to bury them in the soft brown locks.

“So sensitive, hm?” His hot breath on your chest made you unconsciously nod in agreement, and you could swear that you felt how Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk. “I need to take it off.”

Suddenly, he was not lying on top of you anymore but sitting in between your legs with both hands on your thighs. He looked flushed and had that kind of shine in his eyes that you had never seen before.

Bucky’s hands moved higher, pulling up the shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Then he looked at your bra, but didn’t do anything.

“You can take it off, Buck. If you remember how to do it, old man.”

The tension in Bucky’s body immediately vanished after your joke, and his brows flew to his hair.

“Well, then you fuck with an old man, sweetheart. And I do remember how to do it.” He proved his point by sliding his hand behind your back and, with one swift motion, unclipping your bra. “Shit, I almost forgot how good they looked.”

His hands hesitated for a few seconds, and when you saw that slightly distant look in his eyes creeping back, you decided to slightly push him.

“Give me your hands, Bucky. Both of them.” He looked at you unsurely but still obeyed your request.

“I’m not sure—”

You completely ignored his words, instead taking both wrists into your hands and placing Bucky’s hands on your boobs. The feeling of cold metal made you hiss, but it felt good against your flushed and sensitive skin.

“Do you remember what Shuri said? You won’t hurt me until it’s your intention. And you don’t want to do it, do you?” You playfully arched an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“No, God, no, doll. I would never, I swear.”

“Then I want you to properly touch me with both of your hands and finally take off your damn clothes.”

“You’re hot when you're being bossy.” Following your instructions, he finally gave in and started to play with your hard nipples with his thumbs. His head lowered back to your chest, and then his hot mouth was sucking and gently licking your nipple while the metal hand took care of the other one.

It felt amazing and addictive. You couldn’t control your moans and the way your hips tried to rub onto something, but only met with Bucky’s lower stomach. You were desperate to get more without feeling shame grinding on his torso, and finally, when Bucky was satisfied with giving attention to your boobs, he went lower, kissing your belly down to your shorts.

“Need to taste you, doll. Please let me do it.” You just nodded, and it was everything Bucky needed to quickly drag your shorts and panties down your legs and lay flat on his stomach, trowing your legs over his shoulders.

Your mouth slightly opened at this picture. You would’ve never thought that Bucky Barnes, your best friend and deadliest assassin, would be in between your legs, asking to taste you.

He didn’t hesitate, instantly diving in and licking a long stripe across your folds. You both moaned. Your head fell back, and Bucky gripped your thighs only tighter to hold you close. He was obviously enjoying it himself. You felt it in the way he circled his tongue around your clit, then went lower and put it in you to get every drop of your juice; by the way he was slightly moving your hips, as if he just wanted you to ride his face; and by the way he moaned into your soaking core when your hand slipped into his long hair and gripped them.

Your orgasm came quick and unexpected, washing all over you and making you desperately moan and squeeze your thighs around Bucky’s head. He licked you softly and gently, helping you to go through it but still wanting to taste your sweet cream.

“S’ pretty, baby. Can spend here all fucking day, I swear.” His face and beard looked soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to mind when the self-satisfied grin appeared on his lips.

You thought that you liked him that way. You felt good that you were able to bring it out of him, even for some time. Bucky looked different, as he forgot about everything else in the world and even about things that happened just an hour ago. He looked younger and happier, and you bit your lip to not smile like an idiot.

Bucky moved higher up your body, kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth as soon as you tasted yourself on his lips, while your hands started wandering around his body and trying to feel more bare skin. Finally, you unfastened his belt and were able to take off his red shuka, revealing pretty and tanned skin that you hadn't had a chance to see fully the last time.

He moved away, watching your face while your soft hands touched his skin. You were so delicate, tracing with your fingers from his abs to his left shoulder. Bucky’s body shivered when you finally reached the rough, bumpy skin covered in scars. Besides the Wakandian doctors, you were the first person he allowed to see that, and the fact that your face didn’t show any sign of disgust or fear almost brought Bucky to tears.

“You're really beautiful, Bucky; you know that?” Even in the dark light of the room, you could see the pink flush covering his cheeks. “C’mere, I want you.” You dragged him back on top of you, kissing his soft lips. Bucky finally got rid of his clothes with a free hand, and when you felt the weight of his hard cock on the lower part of your belly, you instantly moaned into the kiss.

Bucky’s flesh hand gripped your thighs, lining his own perfectly that way, so his cock was sliding back and forth on your wet core. You wanted to continue kissing him, but it was hard to concentrate when his tip bumped into your still-sensitive clit every single time.

“B-bucky…”

“Fuck, I missed your moans. Baby—so wet for me, huh? Can just easily slip in…” There were only a few inches between your faces, and your lips were touching with each word, but your head was so light and fuzzy with the stimulation that the only thing that you were able to think of was his dick inside of you.

“Please, Bucky, please, I need you inside.” Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, pulling him closer, and your hands were tightly holding his shoulders.

Bucky bumped his nose into yours in an affectionate way, and the next thing you felt was the way he slowly entered you.

Your eyes rolled back with the loud gasp escaping your mouth. Bucky growled in your neck, settling in and stretching you out so deliciously. His hand probably left fingerprints on your delicate skin, but he just couldn’t control himself with the way your wet pussy was so welcoming and warm around him.

“My good girl. Fuck, I won’t let you leave again; you’re mine now, baby.” Bucky quickly pulled himself together, standing on his knees in between your legs, and finally started moving.

He didn’t hesitate when both of his hands held you tightly in place, so you wouldn’t move with every thrust of Bucky’s hips. He set the perfect steady rhythm, pushing his cock all the way in and then drugging it out so only the tip would stay inside.

You were just a moaning and whining mess, trying to find anything to hold onto. Bucky was standing over you, and as much as you wanted to enjoy his pretty face and perfect body, your eyes were hazy, and you couldn’t really concentrate on anything.

“That’s right, baby. Feel so good ‘round my cock, takin’ me so well, fuck!” A quick look at the place where the two of you connected almost made Bucky instantly cum. You looked much smaller than him; your pussy gripped his cock so hard, and he was basically drenched in your wetness.

Bucky stretched his right arm to squeeze your nipple, and the change in the angle of his body made the base of his cock touch your clit with every thrust. You couldn’t control the volume of your moans when you dug your nails into Bucky’s arm, and your legs started shaking from the coming orgasm.

“Bucky, ah—don’t stop, I’m gonna cum! Please!”

“Cum with me, babydoll, just let it go.” He didn’t stop. He fucked you even harder and faster, moaning your name out loud. You both were in your little bubble, touching each other, scratching and moaning, trying to reach your highs.

It didn’t take you long to fall over the edge. You whined, arching your back from the floor, as your vision became white with a loud noise in your ears. The way you were spasming around him brought Bucky to his final, and not being able to hold himself anymore, he filled you up with his semen, collapsing on top of your body.

You both were quiet for some time—maybe minutes or even hours. Your mind was floating somewhere because the heavy and warm body on top of you made you feel incredibly safe and comfy. Only when Bucky slightly moved away and brushed sweaty baby hairs from your forehead did you open your eyes.

He was flushed and sweaty too, but he had the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face.

Bucky couldn’t help but stare at your pretty face with dreamy eyes. You were so perfect—literally the best human being in the world—and right now you were with him. You accepted everything he had done; you showered him with your attention and your kindness, even before this happened and when you were best friends.

He wondered who you were for him now.

After that, he couldn’t be your friend anymore. Not when he saw you naked, kissed you, or heard you moaning his name. Even if before Bucky tried to silence the voice in his head and lock away his heart, it was impossible to do now. Lost in his head, his mouth finally worked on it’s own, saying things that were created by his stupid brain.

“I love you.”

Bucky froze in your hands, as if he had surprised even himself with those words, but you didn’t let him pull away and become distant again. You grabbed his face and couldn’t hold back your bright smile.

“I love you too, Buck. I’ve been in love with you for so long.” Bucky couldn’t believe his ears and stared at you in pure disbelief.

“I—but I didn’t say anything before because I didn’t want to ruin everything between us.” Your foreheads touched as you both closed your eyes to enjoy each other's presence.

“Well, me too. I guess we’re both just stupid.” You chuckled.

“Yeah, definitely.” Bucky smiled back at you before he closed an inch between your faces and kissed you again. Sweetly and softly, this time showing you all of the emotions that he kept for you.

“So what’s next? What do you want to do? You are free now.” Bucky fell near you on the floor, pulled you closer to his chest, and deeply inhaled.

“I don’t know... I like to be here, but I want to go back to New York, to Brooklyn, and I want to be with you.”

“Then stay in the compound. Stay with us. Stay with me. We can spend a few more days in Wakanda and then go back to New York. I bet that Steve and even Sam miss you.” Your fingers traced the lines on his stomach, and you looked up to see Bucky's reaction to your words.

“Okay, doll. Let’s do it. I'll be happy to do whatever you want to, as long as you're with me.” Bucky kissed the top of your head, tightening his hand around your back, and you nuzzled deeper into his body, finally being happy and calm.

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Dabi x reader who attempts suicide ? Love your fics btw, def my fav writer x

Death, Sweet Death

Thanks for the support, homie! Much appreciated!

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW because of suicide attempt by hanging, branding, abusive quirk use, burning, a bit of touchy-touchy at the end, arson reference, tiny bit of blood

EXTRA WARNING NOTE: I don’t condone any of these actions. You are responsible for the content that you consume. If you are struggling with depression/mental health, please seek the help of a professional. I love all of you darlings very much. Please, for the love of fuck, stay safe in this world. 🖤🤘I understand that this can be a coping mechanism for a lot of people (as it is for me as well), but I just felt the need to say this.

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So, you tried to kill yourself. This couldn’t have gone any worse for you. It would have been better if the sweet angel of death had found you but no. Nothing ever goes your way. Instead, Dabi finds you clawing at the rope around your throat as you hang from the shower rod in the bathroom you two share.

He immediately rushes into action, burning the rope until it’s on its last string before roughly yanking you into his arms. He unties the rope from your throat with quick and scarred hands.

The flame thrower crouches down on the bathroom floor, transitioning into a sitting position while holding you in his lap. You open your eyes, gazing up at him.

“Fuck…” you cough.

“Yeah, ‘fuck’ is right. What the hell, Y/N? What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Oh, I don’t know. I really wanted to see ghosts and shit. The fuck do you think I was trying to do, asshole?” There’s a bite in your voice, prickling with pent up poison. You’re infuriated that he stopped you from finding the sweet release you’ve been craving after two years of putting up with this psycho!

“You really wanna get mouthy with me, doll face? Think that’s a good idea right now? I oughta make you beg for death. Should make you hurt so badly it’ll be all you fucking think about. It’s only fair, right? After you just tried to take the one thing I love away from me.”

He holds your face with one hand right at the base of your jaw. He gazes into your E/C orbs with lightning blue ones. It’s as if an electrical storm is glaring right at you. A deep rumble fills his chest with something akin to a growl.

“You’re mine. You always have been, and you always will be. I’m not letting you go. Quit trying to fight me, quit trying to fight everything I give you and do for you. Just…fucking stop.”

Your hands shake as you try to force his hand off of your jaw. “Please, Dabi, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I don’t want to live like a captive.”

“Well, maybe, if you had been more open to living with me in the beginning, I wouldn’t have had to do all of this.”

You sit up straighter in his lap, your nails digging into burnt flesh. “You burned down my apartment building! There were people and animals that died!”

“I did it all for you!” he shouts back in your face. “What choice did I have?”

You smack the sleeve of his jacket. “NOT THAT ONE OBVIOUSLY!”

Yelling, back and forth. It’s all that fills the air as you two argue about your current situation until Dabi is so fed up with you that he picks you up and takes you into the bedroom only to literally body slam you on the mattress. It knocks everything out of you, and you struggle to breathe as he removes his heavy hand from your sternum.

He picks up something that you haven’t seen in a while, something you’re not keen on being forced on your body again.

The chains. If he can’t trust you by yourself while he’s gone, then he’ll go through extra measures to make sure you don’t do anything to try to escape or hurt yourself.

It’ll ease his worries while he leaves you tormented at home.

You scream, trying to fight him as he wrestles you for your ankle. You kick him in the nose, causing droplets of blood to leak from his nostril. He wipes it away with the back of his hand before lighting his palms on fire and grabbing your calf. You cry out in pain, wailing to the ceiling with how much agony you’re in. You can feel your flesh bubbling, melting like wax as he brands you with his hand.

Then, you hear the clink and click of the chain closing around your limb, and you look down at the chain attached to your ankle. You lie back on the pillow, a quivering hand covering your mouth so as not to give him the satisfaction of hearing anymore of your whimpers or sobs.

He looks down at you, wanton revenge expressed clearly with the curl of his patchwork lips, the metal binders rising with his wicked grin.

“Now, for punishments. How do we make sure you learn that you’re mine and that you’re not going anywhere?” For the third time that night, Dabi engulfs his hand with a cobalt flame. “Any ideas? I’ve got a few.”

This is your only chance to get out of whatever fucked up punishment he has in store for you.

“C-come on, Dabi. Can’t you just hold me right now?”

Something flashes in his eyes, something dark and twisted, causing his lopsided grin to grow even wider.

“I mean, I could really use some affection right now. Maybe that would help?”

“Some affection, huh? Want me to run my hands all over that soft little body?”

You look down at your ankle, a good reminder of your situation. Glancing back up at him, you nod your head.

“I guess I could always just hold off on punishing you until tomorrow. Mental health and all that good shit, right?”

“Yeah…thank you.”

He shrugs off his coat and gets into the bed behind you, holding you plush against his chest. His hands roam, but you allow it.

What good would come of denying him the one thing he truly loves?

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere dabi #dabi mha #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi #yandere dabi x reader

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her-midas-touch · 3 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆🪐 Introduction post

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ hey lovelies <33 ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

ੈ✩‧˚ I finally made one after combatting procrastination like the valiant warrior I am *bows dramatically* anyways lol

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ hi! I’m ari :))

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ I’m a sagittarius, intp, and idk exactly which marauder I kin but I’m pretty jegulus core (like somehow both of them at the same time irdk how to explain it lmaoo)

(I also have a little poetry side blog which is (@the-wisteria-cascades)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚(basic dni criteria applies so if you’re spreading any kind of hate but otherwise I’d love to get to know you 🫶😌✨)

(I will overuse those emojis everywhere btw lol)

₊˚⊹♡ Hobbies : I love reading, writing, occasionally swimming, anything to do with poetry, and overanalyzing literally everything, and occasionally drawing as well (I’d say journaling too but I lack consistency 😭)

₊˚⊹♡ Books: percy jackson, hp (though if I do post it’s mostly about the marauders separating the art from the artist and all that) the book thief, tsoa, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, aaddtsotu, the burning kingdoms, the hunger games, the inheritance games, the priory of the orange tree, tbosas, red white and royal blue, heroes of olympus, trials of apollo, gone girl, agggtm, one of us is lying, and probably more that I can’t currently remember (book recs are welcome btw bonus points if they’re sapphic 💗)

｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Shows + Movies : stranger things, young royals, heartstopper, pjo, dickinson are currently the main shows I follow though I adore animated films as well as some animated shows (carmen sandiego and tangled the series) and I’ll probably start some more after exams :)

｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Music : taylor swift (evermore and reputation girl through and through) zolita, conan grey, girli, cavetown, arctic monkeys, hozier, renee rapp, camila cabello, troye sivan, alec benjamin, occasionally lana del ray, paramore, chappell roan, beth mccarthy, queen, ABBA, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, fletcher, girl in red, haley kiyoko

｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Lovely moots (just tagging the ones I’ve interacted with because I’m kinda shy to do all of you so please do let me know if you want to be tagged or removed)

@daydream-of-a-wallflower @silence-between-seconds @good-old-fashioned-lover @stars-over-ice-cream @sweetronancer @jaaklops @awrldalonee @harp-bo-barp @astreinomane @ronance4life42 @moonlightt444 @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @lilydoeswrite @lost-in-reveriie @annotated-catastrophe @commit-arson-immediately @sleepinginmygrave @bylersrise @half-a-heart-without-you @urbanflorals (+ all my other byler moots I love but am terrified of tagging )

(I definitely didn’t tag everyone here but I love all of you guys so much ahhhh 🫶)

I hope everyone is having a lovely day and taking care of themselves

<33

(pictures are from pinterest and dividers by @saradika-graphics)

#lovely moots #ari says things #intro post

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royal-ruin · 8 months

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red, white, and royal blue (rwrb) fic recs (part 4)

other rwrb fic recs here other fic recs here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

since the first 3 were well-liked, here are a few more of my favs.

*Turning of the Season by indomitablelove (~5k)

‘What’s going on, Philip?’ And then, Philip slumps. His head falls into his hands and his back curls in on itself, his palms cover his face and he pinches at the bridge of his nose. When he looks up at Henry again, he looks like a different man, broken. ‘I have to know,’ he says quietly. Henry's brow furrows. ‘I have to know who it was,’ Philip says. A few weeks after the emails, Henry and Philip talk, and Henry looks forward.

it broke my heart most how philip was henry's enemy in the book, i just wanted some wholesome sibling feels (bea's the absolute best!), so this is a little fix-it, i guess. post-canon btw.

Redemption by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays (~3.5k)

Bea sighed. She looked just like how Philip felt: drained, angry, and exhausted. ”What if you had never been allowed to marry Martha?” She asked. “What if you’d been forced to sneak around, and suddenly, in spite of how hard you worked to keep it quiet, you’re both in a load of trouble for it, and everyone is screaming at you, and she is crying to you and you can’t even comfort her because you’re still not allowed? How do you think you’d feel then?” Philip was silent for a long, long moment. Bea gave him one more glance as she opened the door to the dining room. ”Read the e-mails, Philip. And try to understand.” Or, Philip says some very bad things, does some very bad things, reads the e-mails, and finally, finally, finally understands.

another philip does better fic. warning for homophobia at the beginning, please please please always read the tags.

I can't breathe, if you're not there by softcinnamonroll (~2k)

One moment, Alex was laughing at some joke Henry had made, and then the next there was a loud noise from the TV and the livestream cut out, leaving Alex alone in their dark living room. At first, Alex was sure there had just been a power cut, or some technical difficulties that caused the stream to cut out, but then the messages and BREAKING NEWS notifications started pouring in. BREAKING NEWS: Explosion at Prince Henry of Wales Charity Event. Casualties Unknown.

read the tags please, it has some things that may be triggering.

Powerless by floatingaway4 (~3k)

“Do you know what I’ve had to put up with in the last twelve hours?” Henry wants to point out that in that same twelve hours he’s had his body sliced open and an organ removed, but this doesn’t seem to be the time. He also got to sleep through his experience, while Alex was very much awake while dealing with Henry’s family. And Henry got the nice drugs, while Alex looks like he could use a drink.

sex ed in 6 steps by coffeecatsme (~9k)

“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath. “Excuse me?” “You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.” Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth. Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.

college au where they are roommates and alex is oblivious.

Let's Finish What We've Started by andrealyn (~16k)

When Alex fell in love with Henry, his dreams changed into something new -- still bright, still exciting. Eight years on, Alex is running for the Senate and taking those steps to achieve those dreams, but something feels off in his marriage and Alex can't really explain if it's in his head or whether he and Henry actually have a problem. In the midst of a busy campaign, eager to show Texas what he can do, Alex also has to ask himself -- is it all worth it if Henry isn't at his side?

future fic.

If you feel the way I do by everwitch (~2k)

It's apparently true, what they say about soulmates. Once your sixteenth birthday has passed and you find yourself in their presence, close enough for your soulbond to come alive, you'll be able to feel it. You'll simply know. Henry knows, all right. He opens his eyes, his heart beating madly in his chest as he looks across the cafeteria. His gaze is drawn to a presence that he can feel so completely, now, almost like it's become part of himself, like a piece he's been missing. He blinks, slowly, as he meets the wide eyes of another boy. It's Alex Claremont-Diaz. Henry's breath hitches. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

high school soulmate au, it's super cute.

*she's a (rock & roll survivor) by loyaulte_me_lie (~3k)

"Good for you," Stevie Nicks says, "the world needs more rock and roll princesses." // the (un)making of Beatrice Fox Mountchristen Windsor.

BEA NEEDS MORE SCREEN TIME. tell me why this had me sobbing at 1 pm. i adored her before, but this fic made her so heartbreakingly human, i can't help but love her now.

#red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #rwrb fic recs #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fanfic #rwrb movie #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #royal's rwrb fic recs

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Hey! Sorry if you get this a lot, but you mentioned in your one really long post that you'd maybe talk about the "non-invasive" procedures one day. I have a friend considering a few (notably that ice fat removal one, cryo something) and I was hoping you could tell a bit more about your experiences with them. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

hi! i’m happy to discuss, definitely. i hope you don't mind my publishing this, because i haven't yet had a chance to publicly talk about CoolSculpt (similar if not identical in fashion to cryo- methods of "fat removal") or other med spa procedures, and i'd like to add this to my anti-cosmetic surgery tag. if you're not comfortable with this ask being published, please let me know asap and i will remove it without issue!

if your friend is indeed interested in CoolSculpt, my caution there is firstly going to revolve around Linda Evangelista, the 90s supermodel.

her story about PAH (paradoxical adipose hyperplasia) that she experienced because of CoolSculpt is harrowing. here’s an article about it.

this happens a lot more with CoolSculpt than most people realize. i didn't experience PAH necessarily, but i will say that when i got CoolSculpt on my inner thighs, it left them extremely, extremely lumpy, and hardened. i already had one spot--about the size of a prune--on one of my inner thighs from when i got actual liposuction. i figured it wasn't the end of the world, and ignored it as best i could.

but when i went in and got CoolSculpt, i noticed in the weeks afterward that my thighs looked... bumpy. lumpy. like there were small, hard avocado pits underneath my skin. of course, i freaked out. i didn't know why it looked like that--the technician and the ads had all said it would be left smooth, fat-free, no trace of a procedure left behind.

before my last session (CoolSculpt takes multiple sessions), i asked the technician to take a look. she said, "oh, that'll go away in a few weeks. your body just has to detox it."

i was skeptical, but i wanted so much to believe she was right.

i waited, and i waited. i waited some more. weeks and weeks and weeks passed. not a single change.

i still don't rightly know what happened. i haven't quite had the time to get it checked out, because, depressingly, this disfigurement is very low on my list compared to my more pressing issues atm.

i also want to mention that i got CoolSculpt on my arms (they offered me a free "area" with my purchase of the inner thighs) and so i figured i'd try to get rid of some of my the fat under my biceps and triceps. all that happened was that the skin began to droop and sag. CoolSculpt did not transform my arms into firm, smooth limbs, not by any stretch. (there was no muscle there, so obv this was gonna happen!)

so, the inner thighs remain a mystery to me. the hardened lumps are still there, and seem benign, but they are extremely annoying. and i no longer care what they look like, but back when i did, the extremely firm lumpiness really, really bothered me. it was like huge ocean waves, frozen. Linda described her aftermath as "protrusions," and i kind of relate, honestly. i don't have it nearly as intensely as she does, but protrusions is a perfect way to describe the behavior of the flesh post-CoolSculpt.

as i've built more muscle in my legs over time, the lumps are less visible, but i still feel them there. it's really unsettling. makes me think of having parasites under my skin, which then makes me really queasy and panicked. but i can't do anything about them.

i got one suggestion to try to massage them, because they may just be gnarled tissue of some kind that could be broken up and metabolized if given proper stimulation and circulation. but no such luck--they're still there.

so, again, not totally sure what happened to me--not quite what happened to Linda Evangelista, but. i still had an adverse affect, which is frightening.

the people at the med spa i went to, btw, refused to acknowledge this as an issue. they told me i must just "metabolize fat poorly." not their fault, evidently. and i was powerless to challenge them, because i had signed a lot of waivers.

so, here i am. CoolSculpt just gave me another in a long line of apparently permanent side effects, even though it was noninvasive.

i wish so much i had just... fucking stopped, honestly. i should've begun my fitness journey then, if i wanted "toned thighs" so much, instead of spending a ridiculous amount of money (that i didn't have, btw) on this completely unregulated procedure that remains wildly popular. it is 100% a scam.

at least with working out, i gained confidence and strength and stopped caring so much about how i look once i realized that how i feel is so much more important. having done both, i can firmly say that i would choose my strong, big, muscular thighs over the trim, slim CoolSculpted ones any day.

and to drive the point home, i do still have the lumps in my thighs.

CoolSculpt is a waste of time, money, and health.

please do encourage your friend to look up the side effects reported from CoolSculpt, and keep in mind that most women who get CoolSculpt do NOT follow back up with the med spas they received treatment at. so when you see "over 95% of patients reported satisfaction with their treatment," know that they are NOT returning the calls of those who received adverse effects.

as i do with all cosmetic procedures, both invasive and noninvasive, i believe the percentage of those who have been "botched" is way, way, way, WAY under-reported, underrepresented, and vastly, vastly underestimated.

technically, because my surgeons never returned my communication, and because i never participated in an official survey (usually provided by the place that gives you the surgery, lmfao), i would not be included in the data collected for "botched procedures."

so please, please keep that in mind. most of us who have received life-altering results from any manner of cosmetic procedures either A) are not being communicated with by the providers of the procedure afterward, or B) are not even thinking about communicating with the provider of the procedure because they are now at their doctor or a hospital, trying to find answers to what went wrong.

or simply C) are too embarrassed to come forward and admit that we were “botched.”

or even D) have accepted it in numb silence or deeply flat denial because it would be too painful or too much effort to acknowledge that we most certainly didn’t get the results we were promised.

like, trust me, no one is calling me or knocking at me door asking me if i’m happy with my surgeries or my noninvasive procedures. not a single one. as far as the world was concerned, until i spoke up this year, i was a happy customer. so idk WHERE the fuck they get all these surveyed patients from. but sure as hell, no one ever asked me.

my point is, i don't believe the data collected on procedure satisfaction is AT ALL trustworthy, let alone accurate.

if there's another procedure you have a question about, i'd be happy to answer it to the best of my ability.

#save #anti cosmetic surgery

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jokerislandgirl32 · 5 months

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Self Ship Tag List

Hi all! This is a tag list I composed based on the responses I received from this post! If any of you would like to be removed from this list, or if anyone wants to be added, please let me know!!!

@snailchans-imaginarium @crunch-crunch-eat-a-bunch @changingcore @bitchywitchheart @stoatsapphic @3qu1us-main @fomybeloved @benreillyswife @creativegenius22 @genderqueer-bithing @serenitytodd1234 @mailiow @celestetheseaunicorn @barnesncavill @mayixxxmoon @gui-mauves @evander2511 @bat-anon @bejewled-wahlberg @mouschirambles

I will add this tag list into my pinned post as well! Thank you to each and everyone who supports my selfships and tolerates me gushing about the silly men who I selfship with!

Btw, A dm or reply (if it’s not a bother) might be better because I overthink things, and I might not know if you mean for me to add/remove you.

#self ship #self shipper #self shipping #selfship #taglist #ziolet #wild violet au #zach varmitech #love zach varmitech #violet varmitech #the grinch #the grinch 2018 #mr. grinch 💚#aurora borealis who #ribbons and bows au #f/o x s/i #f/o #fictional other #proshippers dni

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training4theapocalypse · 8 months

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A Nest of Vipers (Cormac McLaggen x Original Female Character - Slytherin)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings / Tags: Smut, Secret Relationship

Summary: Una Montague wouldn't be caught dead dating a Gryffindor. Luckily for her, the feeling was mutual as far as Cormac McLaggen was concerned.

A/N: Dear god, please forgive me for what I wrote while ovulating. First time writing an OFC but I think it's still as hot as reader-insert. OFC and McLaggen are both 18. Also I just want to say that I fucking hate JK Rowling and am gleefully bastardising her work.

Masterlist

Tag list: @countlambula, @ratsys, @aweidlich, @navs-bhat, @stainedpomegranatelips, @chiaraanatra, @xxvelvetxxxx, @ohnoitsrosie, @dracosisteer, @daisydark, @intense-sneezing, (let me know if you want removed/changed at any point btw!)

Chapter 1: Smudge

The Slytherin common door shut with a thundering echo. Una Montague looked up from her Astronomy homework and locked eyes with Meredith Prewett. Uh-oh.

Professor McGonagall had asked Sabine to stay behind after Transfiguration that day and judging by the way her high heels stomped across the stone as she stormed towards the group of sixth-years sitting by the fire, it had not gone well.

“You’re in my seat,” said Sabine Zabini with a cutting glare.

Pansy Parkinson sprang up without argument. “Sorry Sabine. Let’s go,” she added to her friends who hastily packed up their things and made themselves scarce.

Una and Meredith rushed over from the little alcove at the lake window as Sabine sank into the onyx wing-backed chair with a woeful groan.

“Sab, are you okay?” fawned Meredith, perching on the arm of Sabine’s chair.

“If I ever see that old hag again, it’ll be too soon,” she hissed.

Una sat down on the hard marble table in front of them. “What did she want?” she asked. When McGonagall had asked her to stay behind, Sabine had told Una to go on without her, and so had she made her way down to the dungeons and found Meredith studying in the common room.

“She told me if I want to sit my Transfiguration N.E.W.T., I’d have to start taking remedial Transfiguration lessons with her.”

“No!” gasped Meredith. Una didn’t say anything. She knew from sitting beside Sabine all throughout the previous year that she was lucky to have even made it to seventh-year Transfiguration. But the first few weeks of term had made it apparent that she was not keeping up with the curriculum.

“Well, of course, I told her where she could stick her remedial Transfiguration.”

“You didn’t!” said Meredith. Sabine caught Una’s eyes before rolling hers.

“Of course, I didn’t, Meredith. No, I thanked her very much for the kind offer but told her I’m withdrawing from the class. Obviously.”

“Oh, Sab,” Una groaned. “You should have just done a few extra lessons with her.”

“Ugh, as if.”

“Who am I going to make fun of her hideous hat with now?” Una smirked, trying to hide her excitement and Sabine returned it. There was one person in Transfiguration who didn’t have a partner and Una was already making silent plans to sit next to him.

Cormac McLaggen. Tall, stupidly beautiful, beautifully stupid Cormac McLaggen. God, she wanted him. But Slytherins and Gryffindors barely spoke to each other here unless completely necessary in lessons. Both houses liked to think they were the others’ opposite. But Una knew that they were simply two sides of the same coin.

Cormac barely even looked at Una. And for some reason that made Una want him more.

When she, Sabine and Meredith walked down the corridor arm-in-arm, boys - even the Gryffindors - couldn’t help but stare. Slack-jawed, awestruck, terrified by the trio’s powerful feminine energy. But not Cormac. He was head and shoulders taller than the three of them so he didn’t even need to avert his gaze - he just simply looked over them as if they weren’t there.

Sabine and Meredith (but especially Sabine) would be horrified if they knew about Una’s crush. Sure, he was good looking but it would be social suicide to date a Gryffindor. Even one as well-connected as him - apparently his Uncle was extremely high-up in the Ministry.

Una had a stupid habit of wanting what she couldn’t have. And, fuck, she was desperate to have him. Even just once. Just to find out what he’d be like. He was so big and broad and downright intimidating. But Una was sure she could have him whimpering, begging for her-

“Hello? Earth to Head Girl?” Sabine and Meredith looked at her expectantly. Una blinked a few times and shook her head.

“Sorry - I was thinking about… Transfiguration. What were you saying?”

“Who are you going to sit beside tomorrow?” asked Meredith.

“Ugh, I don’t know.” Una made a show of rolling her eyes. “I’ll probably just sit at the back by myself. I’ll get a lot more work done without you there,” she teased Sabine.

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes,” said Sabine, pulling her long, black braids over her shoulder. “Whatever are you going to do without me leading you astray?”

It wasn’t so much a question of what, thought Una, but who.

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A bag landed on Cormac McLaggen’s desk with a thud and he looked up in surprise to see Una Montague perched on the edge of the desk, looking down at him. “You’re good at Transfiguration, right?” she asked abruptly.

He furrowed his eyebrows together. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Can I sit here?”

What fresh hell was this? What was one of the Vipers doing sitting on his desk? It was rare to see any of them alone. Cormac looked behind her sceptically. “Where’s your friend?”

Sighing heavily, Una pulled her bag back onto her shoulder. “I’ll sit somewhere else.”

She turned to walk away, swishing her hair as she went. But before she took a step he said quickly, “Wait - yeah, you can sit here.” He supposed it would be poor manners to let a pretty girl, albeit a notoriously mean one, sit by herself at the back of the class when there was a perfectly good empty seat next to him.

“Only if I’m not inconveniencing you.”

Already feeling like he was about to regret it, he gestured to the seat.

Cormac continued to look unsurely at her as she slid into the seat next to him. “What happened to Sabine?”

Una rummaged in her bag. Cormac expected her to take out her textbook but instead, she withdrew a small, black compact mirror and some lipgloss. “Oh, she dropped Transfiguration...” Cormac watched quietly as the lipgloss wand drew across her lips, spreading a shimmering pink glaze over them. And for some reason, he felt like he should look away. Like he was watching something extremely private. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. “She couldn’t handle it.”

She pressed her lips together and pouted a little in the mirror, examining her neat work. The way she preened herself made Cormac want to reach out and smear the gloss over her face, just to see her reaction.

She snapped the compact shut and jolted him out of his daze with a start.

“I should give you two for flinching,” she smirked.

Professor McGonagall strode past them to the front of the class and the chattering students quietened down. She announced that they were going to be working on conjuring birds today.

“Might I remind you that your N.E.W.Ts are only a few months away and none of you are yet to successfully conjure more than a feather.”

The class groaned and got to work, trying with limited success to conjure birds using the Avis spell.

“Why is this so bloody difficult,” grumbled Cormac after some time, concentrating on his wand tip while Una lazily brushed a comb through her hair - her wand abandoned on the table. “Conjuring inanimate objects? Fine. But birds…”

“Have a lot of trouble with birds, then?”

“Oh, very funny.”

“I’m serious. I’ve never even seen you with a girl.”

Cormac lowered his wand and turned in his chair slightly. Oh, so this was why she sat here, was it? He couldn’t deny she was good-looking. But still, a Slytherin.

“Oh yeah, been watching me, have you?”

“I’m just very observant.”

“I’m single if that’s what you’re asking?”

Una rolled her eyes. “You wish, Cormac.”

Cormac leaned back in his chair and looked her over, resting his arm on the backrest as he did.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” she asked innocently, putting her brush in her bag before raising her wand and pretending to concentrate on conjuring birds.

“I’ve never seen you with anyone. Except for the Vipers. Or is that a thruple situation?”

“The Vipers?”

“You know, Slytherin’s other monsters. Sabine and Meredith.”

Una laughed. He had half-expected a shrill cackle. But her laugh was warm, even genuine. “Oh, so is that what they’re calling us in Gryffindor Tower?

He shrugs.

“It’s catchy.”

“So? Are you?”

She too lowered her wand and leaned in closer to him. “Are you asking if we fuck each other?” she murmured, staring intently into his green eyes. “Are you picturing me rolling around in the sheets with them in the Slytherin girls dorm? Making them moan my name?” she teased.

Cormac paused and swallowed. “What if I am?” he said, and was pleased when it sounded more confident than he felt. They were both playing with Fiendfyre, talking like this so brazenly in the classroom. But he wasn’t sure who was more skilled in this Dark Art.

“I should slap you,” Una said, moving closer still so he could hear her barely audible admonishment. He felt her bare leg in her stupidly short skirt pressing against his.

“Don’t. I can only get so hard.”

Her eyelashes dipped as she looked down at his lap. Una drew a sharp inhale when his fingers twitched suddenly towards his belt.

He smirked.

“I was joking. But I should give you two for flinching.”

Uno looked up again at him coolly. “You’re not gonna give anything to me.”

“Oh yeah?” He gave her an arrogant smile as if he found it hard to believe. “Why’s that?”

“First of all, I’m not that easy. And second of all, I wouldn’t be caught dead dating a Gryffindor.”

“Who said anything about dating? What if -”

“Miss Montague, Mr McLaggen. Is there something amusing you’d like to share with the rest of us?”

Silence fell over the class again and Una and Cormac turned hastily in their seats to face the front.

“I was just explaining the theory, Professor” Una said sweetly, seemingly unphased by the interruption.

“Then perhaps you could demonstrate?” Professor McGonagall challenged, calling her bluff.

Una pointed her wand and out shot six yellow twittering canaries.

McGonagall’s lips pursed together in a thin line. Cormac was sure she was about to award Una points but instead she addressed him. “And Mr McLaggen?”

Cormac extended his own wand. A stream of feathers erupted from the end and floated down onto the floor. Una bit her lips, trying to stifle a snicker at his expense.

Any further embarrassment on his part was saved when the bell rang signalling the end of class and McGonagall dismissed them.

“I suppose I’ll see you on Friday?” asked Una casually, positioning her bag on her shoulder.

“Thursday.”

“The next lesson’s not 'til Friday.”

“Slughorn’s dinner thing. You’re not ditching it again, are you?”

“I don’t know… Sabine and Meredith say it’s a waste of time, sucking up to an old has-been like Slughorn.”

“They don’t need to come.”

“Trying to get me alone, Cormac?”

Cormac laughed. “It might just be nice for you to make some new friends. You’re not that bad when you’ve slithered away from the Viper’s nest.”

Una narrowed her eyes. “I happen to like my current friends, thank you very much.”

“Sure but I only meant -”

“Believe it or not, I don’t actually care what anyone from your house thinks of me or my friends. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my thruple.”

And with that, Cormac watched as Una strutted out of the classroom, leaving him to kick himself for managing to fumble the quaffle so hard - right when it was going his way too.

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“Did you miss me terribly, Una?” cooed Sabine when Una found her and Meredith beside the common room fire that afternoon.

“It was the worst,” she said, plopping herself down on the sofa, watching the way the fire danced against the green tiles. “McGonagall picked on me and didn’t even give me a measly point for doing the Avis spell correctly. And nonverbally I might add.”

“Typical,” said Meredith. “It’s so unfair. She hates us.”

“Who did you end up sitting next to?” asked Sabine, flicking through her magazine.

“Erm, that guy… McLaggen,” said Una, as if his name was of little consequence.

“Not that oaf.”

“I know,” said Una. “And it’s not like I could even copy him - he was about as useful as a chocolate cauldron. I’m surprised he’s not in remedial Transfiguration.”

Sabine laughed but Meredith paused thoughtfully.

“He is quite handsome though, isn’t he? And rich, I think.”

“Eugh, Meredith. You have terrible taste,” said Sabine.

Una quickly copied Sabine’s look of disgust while Meredith backtracked.

“I just meant he’s alright to look at. Still a Gryffindor though, obviously.”

“And an idiot. Didn’t you hear how he ended up in the hospital wing last year? Eddie Carmichael dared him to eat Doxy Eggs for a bet. Some Head Boy he is, Una. Between him and McLaggen, you’ll have your work cut out for you this year.”

Una wrinkled her nose.

“Poor Una,” said Meredith sympathetically.

“I did find out some good gossip though,” said Una raising her eyebrows and leaning back on the sofa. “The Gryffindors call the three of us The Vipers.”

“That’s rude,” said Meredith but Sabine shrieked in a fit of giggles.

“I love it!” she laughed. “We really are just living in their heads, aren’t we?”

Una grinned. “I know.”

Sabine closed her magazine and stood up. “Let’s go down to the Great Hall. I’m starving. What do vipers eat anyway?”

“If they’re anything like Ashwinders then insects. Raw eggs,” said Meredith in an attempt to be helpful.

“That’s disgusting, Meredith,” said Sabine, linking her arm through Una’s. Meredith hurriedly latched on to her other side.

“Speaking of dinner,” Una said. “I’m thinking about going to Slughorn’s on Thursday.”

“Ugh, pass,” said Meredith.

“Why?” asked Sabine, giving Una a shrewd look. “Blaise said it was terribly boring.”

“I know but I probably ought to as Head Girl. Bit of a snub if I don’t go twice. And maybe it’ll help my marks in potions.”

“You reckon?” asked Meredith.

“Well, it can’t hurt my marks if he likes me.”

“That’s a good point,” said Sabine thoughtfully. “Alright, I’ll come too then. I need all the help I can get since I’ve got one less N.E.W.T. this year.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Shit, thought Una.

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Blaise Zabini was waiting in the common on Thursday night when Sabine, Una and Meredith finally ascended from the girl’s dormitory.

“Mum was complaining you’ve not written to her yet,” he told Sabine.

“I’ve been busy.”

“All four N.E.W.Ts proving to be time consuming, then?”

“Shut up.”

The four of them made their way along to Professor Slughorn’s office. They opened the door to find several plush seats already occupied around the extravagantly decorated table. Una felt irked when she noticed McLaggen was notably absent. This whole thing really would have been a waste of time if he didn’t turn up after all.

“Welcome, welcome!” Boomed Professor Slughorn. “So nice of you to join us. Blaise, good to see you again - and you’ve brought your sister!”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for inviting me,” said Sabine graciously as they found their seats and Slughorn beamed. Sabine had such a way of making people feel flattered, even special just from her presence.

“And our Head Girl, Miss Montague. And Miss Prewett! I taught your father, you know.”

“Yes, sir. He spoke extremely highly of you,” said Meredith, sitting down.

Una sat on Sabine’s right, leaving a few seats next to her empty. Just in case, said a small voice in her head.

Slughorn began introducing everyone. Una was surprised to notice the way Blaise’s eyes lingered on a fifth-year girl, Ginny Weasley. Though she wasn’t sure if it was distaste or something entirely opposite. Interesting. Una didn’t say anything - she just made a mental note of it, the way she so often did with snippets of potentially damning information.

Slughorn’s office door opened again and Una looked to see Eddie Carmichael entering. Her heart sank as she turned back around again.

“You could have held it open,” said Cormac McLaggen’s voice. Una froze, not daring to glance at the door, incase Sabine noticed her constant fidgeting in her seat.

“Sorry, mate,” said Eddie, pulling out the free seat beside Una.

Cormac slid into the open chair before Eddie could. “That’s more like it, cheers mate.” He looked at Una. “Alright? - ouch!”

Eddie slapped the back of Cormac’s head before sitting down on his other side. Cormac ran his hand through his dark, curly blonde hair.

“Idiots,” scoffed Sabine under her breath.

And Una had to agree.

Cormac shuffled his seat in closer to the table. His shoulders were so broad that Una could feel his arm pressing up against her. Even if she folded her arms, she could still feel him, taking up far too much space.

As the evening went on, they listened to Slughorn regale stories of all the famous students he had taught, each of them members of what he called his ‘Slug Club’. Every time he said the name it made Una cringe. He fawned over Cormac, asking him about his father’s Ministry connections, praised Meredith’s dad’s apparent Potions prowess as a youth and asked Sabine and Blaise what their famous mother was up to. He didn’t have any questions for Una. Although Una was pleased about this - it seemed like only she, Eddie Carmichael and for some reason, Ginny Weasley, were here because of their own merits.

After dinner, Slughorn summoned a bottle of Elf-made wine with a flourish of his wand. “Just for those who are of age,” he chided the younger students in a sing-song voice, “And only a glass each. Or else you’ll need an Awakening Draught tomorrow!” He chuckled. “And speaking of which - “ Slughorn looked at the seventh-years mischievously, “- you’d do well to brush up on that ahead of our lesson on Monday.”

Sabine grinned at Una and Meredith. It had been worth enduring the evening after all, if they were getting tips about the following class.

As Una drank her glass of wine, she felt Cormac’s leg brush against hers. Maybe the wine had emboldened her but she didn’t shrink away. Instead, she shifted slightly, leaning her leg against his.

On Una’s left, Sabine and Blaise began sniping at each other again when Blaise suggested that their mother might send her a howler. On her right, Cormac was telling Eddie about his plans to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Una lifted her glass to her lips but paused when she felt something. A large, warm hand grazing her bare leg. Cormac’s. She looked down but her lap was covered by the tablecloth.

She moved in closer to the table and Cormac made to withdraw his hand when he felt her shift but she placed her own hand firmly on top of his, before returning hers to the table.

Cormac continued talking to Eddie as if nothing had happened while Una felt his hand trail further up her leg and under her skirt. She took another sip of wine and pretended to listen interestedly as Slughorn started waxing lyrical about a friend he had who was writing a biography about a Vampire.

“I simply must introduce you to Eldred Woprle, Miss Carrow. He has a lot of contacts at the Daily Prophet, you know.”

Una felt blood rushing below her waist as Cormac’s fingertips traced across her inner thigh. Her own hand gripped her wine glass with more force than was necessarily required, just for something to keep herself steady.

“I was sort of hoping Potter would be here tonight. It’d be good to get him on side before tryouts.”

“I don’t know why you’re arsed, mate. I keep telling you - football. Now that’s a real game.”

The plush, cozy room now felt stiflingly hot. Adrenaline coursed through Una’s body as she shakily raised her glass to her lips to try and hide her face. Cormac’s hand skirted over the crux of her thigh. Wine met her lips as she tilted her glass, letting the fruity, slightly sour liquid infiltrate her mouth.

“Well maybe I’ll tell Mum that you’ve got detention with Flitwick already - then we’ll see who gets a howler.”

Una’s heart raced in her chest. The several conversations going on in the room turned to white noise. Slowly, carefully, so as not to brush against Sabine, Una moved her legs apart. A silent invitation. She breathed shakily as she felt Cormac’s fingertips slip under the hem of her soaking wet underwear.

“My my!” cried Slughorn suddenly, causing Una to flinch and inhale an entire mouthful of wine. “Look at the time!” Cormac quickly removed his hand as Una began choking and spluttering.

Sabine gave her a concerned look as she coughed. “Are you alright? You’re bright red.”

Una wiped her lips, trying to compose herself quickly. “I’m - I’m fine,” she gasped. “Just went down the wrong way. And wine makes my cheeks flush.” She extracted her compact mirror and lipgloss, re-applying it hastily.

“It’s gone straight to your face too, mate,” said Eddie Carmichael, looking at Cormac.

Cormac laughed and touched his hand to his warm face. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I suppose it does a bit.”

Una looked at him and felt herself flush even deeper when she saw him press two fingers thoughtfully against his lips. They were wet.

“Oh, how time flies when you’re having fun. You’d all better be off back to your dormitories. And if Mr Filch gives you any trouble, you just send him straight to me,” said Slughorn, waving his hand in the air.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Sabine, standing up abruptly.

Una pushed her chair back and followed her, Meredith and Blaise out of the room without so much of a backwards look.

As soon as they got out into the corridor, Meredith laughed.

“What a drag that was. Honestly, it would be worth failing Potions if I never had to endure that again.”

“I know,” agreed Sabine.

“I think I preferred it to another evening with Malfoy and the rest,” scoffed Blaise. “They’re always brooding these days. And I suppose the wine wasn’t too bad. If you don’t choke on it, that is.”

“Hilarious,” said Una.

“What did you think, Una? You were unusually quiet.”

Una’s abdomen tingled. Her brain worked overtime to come up with an excuse while blood rushed in her ears.

“Well, I had you lot squabbling on my left and two idiots on my right talking non-stop about Quidditch.” Una rolled her eyes convincingly. “But it wasn’t too dreadful. At least we know what’s coming up in Potions on Monday.”

“Well, that’s it sorted then. You can go with Blaise next time and report back to Meredith and I if Slughorn gives us any more hints,” said Sabine, with finality.

Una mulled this over, pursing her lips together thoughtfully. It certainly would be easier to talk to Cormac McLaggen if she only had one person keeping an eye on her. She could hardly just be expected to talk to Blaise and only Blaise all night. She was allowed to network, right? And perhaps, she thought, Blaise would like to network with Ginny Weasley.

“Fine,” said Una. “But you owe me. Big time.”

Sabine linked her arms between Una and Meridith as they sauntered along the corridor to the dungeons. Una still felt faintly embarrassed about her unseemly choking display. With her free arm, she searched for her mirror in her tiny handbag, wondering if she had any wine down her front.

“Shit,” said Una, stopping and the four of them halted. “I think I left my compact.”

Meredith groaned. “I’m not going back in there. If I have to hear anything else about Vampires-”

“It’s fine - go ahead. I’ll see you two in the dormitory. See you later, Blaise.”

Una untangled herself, turned on her heels and passed the last few stragglers leaving Slughorn’s dinner party.

Her heels clicked as she walked back up the deserted corridor and around the corner.

“Forget something?”

Cormac McLaggen was sitting on a window ledge in the dark hallway, checking himself out in Una’s little black mirror. He snapped it shut and hoisted himself off the stone ledge, walking towards her.

Una extended her palm expectantly.

“What’s the magic word?” he asked, standing in front of her. Una looked up at him as he towered over her. He was so tall she had to strain - her face was only at eye level with his chest.

“Avada Kedavra?” suggested Una, attempting to snatch the compact from his hands but he reacted quickly, pulling it out of her reach.

“Ooh, not quite,” he grinned.

She took a step towards him, their chests almost touching as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Please, Cormac?”

He hadn’t expected her to surrender so quickly. Cormac grudgingly gave her the compact back and they stared at each other for a few moments, neither of them daring to address what had just happened in Slughorn’s office.

“You know, that lipgloss is very pretty,” he said, curling two fingers under Una’s chin. Her heart pounded in her chest again as she looked up into his strikingly green eyes. His own lips were rosy, tinged slightly pink from drinking the same wine. “Too pretty.”

Cormac took his thumb and slowly dragged it across her bottom lip, smearing it down her chin. He squeezed her face roughly and Una smacked his hand away, scowling.

“There. That’s better.” He gave her an arrogant smirk. “See you tomorrow.”

Una let out a scoff of disbelief as Cormac walked away, leaving her standing alone in the corridor.

She opened her compact and examined herself in the mirror - a pink, glittering streak was smudged across her chin and there were faint red marks from where he squeezed her face.

He was right, she thought as she looked at her slightly dishevelled appearance, she did look better like this.

Chapter 2: Struggle

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punishing-eden · 1 year

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Oh, finally got the chance to ask for stories. If you allow me, I want a one-shot story about how the Gray Raven members helped Commander, who was blown away by a strong wind on a mission with them and blown away like Mary Poppins with her umbrella, with elements of comedy in it? Thank you very much.

Author's note:

Ngl, this is a bit of a challenge, and it did took me a while. Writing comedy is something new to me. Plus, my humor is *Chefs kiss*/sarcas.

Haha.. Ha.. Ha... Please say I am funny ;w;

BTW, the incident with the automatic umbrella was a true story of mine. It legit happened like that, I am not making this up.

Edit: Spotted some mistakes, fixed it

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Cursed Relic...

Grey Ravens and Commandant/reader (ft. Kamui)

Summary:

You found an piece of relic in the ruins. An automatic umbrella of the Golden Age. Yet, Lucia and Kamui insisted it is cursed.

Tags: Comedy (*finger guns*), mild action, Lee and Kamui the comedic duo, Panini-style

"Commandant!" Lucia yelled from five feet below. You watched as she fanatically ran around trying to find a way to get to you.

Liv was just as frantic, scanning for all possible means. Meanwhile, Lee was almost at the verge to kill Kamui.

Currently dangling, dangerously five feet above ground level, carefully, you readjusted your grip on the piece of metal. You felt your new battle suit accommodated to your grip.

You reckon you should just find your way out of this mess; before Lee has a chance to commit murder.

Your hands began to move along the pipeline with each grip as your body slowly, but surely, following along it's direction. You looked up to makes sure your hands are doing fine, and noticed your right hand was still gripping onto the relic...

*****

"Wait a minute..." you said.

Among the sand, you managed to spot something buried beneath. Out of curiousity you decided to pick it up, inspecting its shape and mechanics. You shook it to remove decades of sand and dust that was accumulated.

"Commandant?" Lee walked over to you. He saw you standing there in fascination, and he got a little curious.

His voice alerted Lucia as well. She, too, followed behind Lee, wanting to know what had caught your attention.

"Guys look," you said and held up relic, "I never thought I would see something like this!"

"What is it, Commandant?" Lucia asked.

"It's an umbrella," Lee answered, "Golden age relic, an automated model too..."

You nodded your head and added, "I wonder how does this work?"

"Let me take a look, Commandant," Lee said and conducted a scan on the item.

Meanwhile, Liv was scanning the surroundings nearby. Usually ruins are places where the corrupted like to gather the most, hence, it was usual practice for her to scan the area whenever the team are traversing through ruins.

Kamui was joining in with the mission, and was on standby behind the group. He asked, "Liv, anything nearby?"

The support construct shook her head, "No enemies detected. Punishing Virus Concentration is low. It is safe to continue." she reported.

Kamui nodded before noticing a lively conversation was happening between you and your other two constructs.

Without much thought, Bastion made his way towards you.

"Ah! Kamui, your post!" Liv exclaimed.

"It's fine, Liv. I'll be back in a sec!" Kamui promised.

Approaching the group, he peer over Lee's shoulder. "Oh wow! What's that?!" Kamui asked.

Lee jumped from the volume of Kamui's voice, "What the-!!"

Lee spun around, face flush with embrassment and anger. Placing your arm in between the constructs, you stopped Lee from grabbing Kamui. Paleflame could only bite his tougne, swallowing his annoyance all for your sake.

"It's an automatic umbrella," you answered Kamui's question.

You lifted up the item to give the construct a better look at it, "I bet Asmoiv would like to study this." you joked.

"... Commandant..."Lucia suddenly spoke, her voice sounded a little worried," are you sure you want to take the relic with you? "

"What is it, Lucia?" you asked. You were confused by what Lucia had said.

"It's just..." her cheeks went a little red. Embrassed by what she was about to say, "I heard that relics are usually cursed. Should you take it with you, Commandant, I am worried that something might happen to you."

Everyone went quiet after Lucia spoke. You didn't know what to think of it until Kamui spoke, "Hey, Lucia... Are you sure? I know we watched a lot of Golden Age movies but..."

"Cursed relics are simply myths," Lee butted in, "there are no scientific prove that curses exist other than being a human cultural belief. In other words, this is all superstition. So, don't worry about it too much."

Flushed with colour, Lucia lowered her head a little out of embrassment. "It's okay, Lucia. I know you meant well," you reassured, "Thank you."

"... I guess we have stayed here long enough, shall we move on, Commandant?" Lee asked.

Giving him a nod, you then turned to Liv and requested, "Liv, how did the scan go? Any way out?"

"There are in total five exits in this ruin, this includes the entrance. The nearest exit is in the west wing of the building." Liv reported.

"Get into formation," you ordered, "Kamui, back to position."

Bastion gave a little pout but nodded regardless and went back to his position at the back. Under your command, you and your group continued going through the ruin. Looking for the exit, before all of you over stayed your welcome.

Arriving at the location, Lee commented when he saw the exit, "Liv, when you say exit, do you mean this?" he pointed at the huge hole on the wall. Liv turned a little red from embrassment and nodded.

"Commandant, it's raining," Lucia said, "There should be a waterproof function in your new uniform."

You nodded and activated the control system. The wrist band on your suit glowed projecting a control panel in front of you. There was a newly installed functions list in your system. You took your time to scroll through the list, searching for the word 'Wateeproof' but not before catching your eyes on another word, 'Parachute'.

Once you found what you wanted, you press the button waiting for the system to respond. However, after a few seconds pass, the system was not responding. Pressing the button again, you helded a troubled look.

“Commandant?” Lee asked. He approached the control panel and tried to press the button as well.

“I think the suit’s lagging,” you said, "It was working fine before."

“Did you break the the mother board by chance? Or the communicator?” Lee asked, “let me run a scan.”

You thought about it, but you never recall every breaking the technology inside your suit. You never took a big fall, nor did you hear anything break.

"Nevermind," You said. There's no time to lose. Taking the umbrella, you lift it up and showed it to your constructs, "I can always use this." you spoke proudly.

"... Are you sure? That thing looks kinda rusty." Kamui commented.

Lucia had a look of worried on her face.

"Just watch how this works," exicted, you pushed the button to open up the canopy. However, the runner slide with a small pop, the whole top flew off the tip leaving you holding onto the handle and the shaft. The canopy landed on the ground with a wet thud. The rain fell harder, hitting home the fact you are definitely going to get wet.

"... Is that how it suppose to work?" Kamui asked.

"Shut up,"Lee scoffed.

"Hey Lucia," Kamui turned to Grey Raven's captain, "you know, this is kinda like a sign."

Lucia pulled back, "What do you mean?" She asked in a serious tone.

"maybe...the relic is actually cursed?" Kamui suggested, "Commandant already has encounter two problems. Maybe there would be a third one!"

Immediately, Lucia's heighted her senses. In fear she looked at you, who was still making a joke about the umbrella. Liv and Lee were trying to help you put the umbrella back together.

"C-Commandant..." Lucia said, she reached out trying to stop you, however, as optimistic as you could be you said, "Well, I guess we just to find the nearest shelter and run. Liv, anything?"

Running a scan, Liv nodded and report, "There's infrastructure up a head."

"Good, let's move out, team!" you ordered. You pulled your cape over your head and ran out of the ruins.

Standing there, Lucia could only watch as the rest of her team followed you. All running towards the shelter under the beating rain. Lost at what she should do, Lotus could only bite her tougne and followed from behind.

*****

"Whew! We made it!" you spoke as you tried to catch your breath.

Standing by the entrance of the infrastructure, it seems to be a warehouse of some sorts. You were soaked from head to toe.

"Commandant, are you alright?" Lucia asked in worry.

Looking at your contruct, you gave her a slight confused look. 'What has got her so on edge? ' you thought.

"What is it, Lucia?" you asked.

"..." struggling say it out loud, Kamui butted in, "What Lucia is trying to say is... Do you feel anything off? Like a broken ribs or something?"

"Commandant, are you hurt?" Liv asked in surprise.

"Oh no, no, I am fine," you laughed," But I am getting a bit cold, let's head inside." you pointed at the warehouse.

Quickly, everyone went in. Lee and Kamui closed the entrance door, just in case the corrupted were to walk in.

"From the look of this place...there should be an office here somewhere," You mumbled, desperate to find something to dry you off. You began shivering from the cold. Walking along the warehouse, you looked around to see there were also machineries laying around. Then it clicked to you that this isn't a warehouse, but a workshop.

"I wonder what things did the people make in this place?" you asked.

"Something with paint. " Lee answered. He pointed at the large empty pot with paint residue all dried up at the bottom.

"Guys look!" Kamui exclaim and ran ahead.

"Kamui, wait!" Liv cried.

"Let him be, Liv." Lee sighed.

Everyone followed Kamui. He had ran towards a control panel up front, and next to it was an industrial fan.

"Guys, I got an idea!" Kamui said, "We can dry Commandant with this!"

Lee apparoch Kamui as he played with the controls. "I wouldn't touch anything here if I were you." Lee warned.

"Don't worry, bro. I got this!" Kamui gave Lee and thumbs up, Paleflame flashed a look of skepticism.

Meanwhile, you continued to inspect the umbrella. Back at the ruins, Lee fixed it for you so it should work fine.

Holding the umbrella out, you pressed the button to release the top again. This time, instead of the top flying out from the shaft, it stayed and the ribs opened up.

FOOM, it let out a sound and a sudden burst of force startling you a little. You've never experience something like this before.

'Do people back in the Golden Age always experience this everytime it rains?' you thought to yourself.

Maybe the history museum back in Babylonia would be happy to collect this. Excited, you turned around eager to show your constructs the umbrella actually works.

At the same time, Kamui was troubleshooting the machine. Suddenly, the fan blades began to move. It started a little slow, but soon picked up it's momentum.

You, with an open umbrella at hand, approached Lucia and Liv. "Hey, look the umbrella works!" you said happily. However you began to feel resistance from behind. As the wind blew stronger and stronger, the umbrella suddenly picked up the wind.

The next thing you knew, your feet flew off from the ground. The fan blew as you held on to the umbrella, taking you a few feet above.

"Commandant!" Lucia cried.

"Oi!" Lee snapped at Kamui.

Quickly you grabbed on to a nearby pipe to prevent yourself from hitting the wall. Grabbing onto the piece of metal tightly, you looked down and saw the Grey Ravens panicking.

Lucia and Liv were running around, while Lee was on the verge to kill Kamui.

The umbrella was still in your hands.

"I knew it! It's cursed!" Lucia exclaimed.

"What do you mean, Lucia?" Liv asked.

"The unbrella..." Lucia replied, "It's a cursed relic."

Liv was taken back.

"As long as it's by Commandant's side, Commandant will always be in danger." Lucia continued.

"Wait, Lucia how can you be sure. These are just myths." Lee said.

"but..." Lucia replied, "Didn't a number of misfortunes happened after Commandant kept the umbrella?"

The team went silent.

"... Then what should we do?" Liv asked.

Everyone looked at Lucia, waiting for her response. Thinking hard, she figured it would be wise to tackle the thing she was cautious the whole time.

The umbrella.

"We need to destroy that relic. As long as its there, Commandant is not entirely save." she said.

"I agree," Lee said, "and we need to act fast. I doubt the pipe could hold on."

On cue, the pipe began to break from your weight. You held on tightly as the piece of metal dropped down. Metal scratching against metal sounded like thunder roaring through the workshop. This alerted the team. The situtation was dire and they need to act.

"Let's split up," Lee suggested, "Liv and Kamui, stay here and watch out for Commandant. Lucia and I will head to the office to see if there's anything to help Commandant!"

Not a second to waste, Lee and Lucia dashed towards the office. While Kamui and Liv kept watch. "Don't worry Commandant!" Kamui yelled, "If you fall I can catch you!"

"Erm... Kamui, I don't think it's possible for Commandant." Liv said.

Suddenly, the piece of metal dropped lower. You felt your heart dropped, thinking you were seriously done for. As you dangled from above, you look up and saw how the metal pipe was held desperatly by the nuts and bolts. It had bend it's shape from your weight and you don't think it could hold on much longer.

"Commandant!" A small voice echoed at a distance.

"Commandant!" Liv yelled in her soft voice.

"Liv?" you answered back.

"Commandant, there should be a magnetic mode on your combat suit!" she yelled.

Quickly and carefully, you activated your wrist band; projecting the control panel once more. Going to system control, you scroll through the different modes your suit has.

However you didn't pick the mode Liv suggested, you opted for a better choice.

Carefully, you moved your hands to make your way towards a large metal tub, connected with the pipe. Making it through your fingers griped on the thin protruding seal edge, while stepping on the edge near your feet. You slowly made your way around the structure. Getting close to another set of pipes. Inching your way closer towards Liv and Kamui.

Meanwhile, Lucia and Lee had found the office. They rummage through the desks, cabinets and lockers trying to find anything they could use for help.

"There's nothing here," Lucia said,"How about you, Lee?"

Lee shook his head and said, "I couldn't find anything but these towels." he opened one of the lockers and showed Lucia a bunch of towels made with a textured fabric.

Standing by the locker, Lee gave it a good thought and spoke, "Actually, maybe this could work."

"How?" Lucia asked.

"Back in the day, humans use a fabric net to catch people when they jump down from high places. We can make a net with these." Lee took one of the towels and pulled at it showing Lucia how flexible and durable the material is.

"They are a little too small..." Lucia commented,"Are you sure this can catch Commandant?"

Lee held a stoic look before grabbing his gun. He tinkered with his guns for a bit. Not long, the weapon began to shift its parts.

"What?" Lucia spoke. She was surprised at what she saw.

"Don't go telling anyone about this, especially Kamui," Lee said, "I knew this will come in handy someday. I have installed different types of mechanics into these guns. They should help sew these towels together."

He handed Lucia one while Lee took the other. He demonstrate to Lucia how to sew and both constructs hurriedly work on the makeshift catch net.

As soon as they were finished, they gave the stitches a little test before rushing back to where Kamui and Liv were.

"We're back!" Lucia exclaimed.

"Lucia! Lee!" Liv said.

"Where's Commandant?" Lucia asked.

"Guy!" they heard your voice. They all followed the sound of your voice and saw you walking along the pipelines, arms out to maintain balance. You were getting closer to where your constructs were standing.

"Good timing," Lee said. He gave Lucia a corner of the makeshift catch net, and handed the other corners to Liv and Kamui.

"We've made a catch net, everyone needs to be careful not to pull the fabric too tight," Lee warned.

As you got closer, the rusty pipes began to give out. You almost slipped and ran as the pipes bend and broke off from it's screws. Your footsteps rang as your shoes hit the metal, you can see your constructs with the net. Running towards the end of the pipeline, you jumped just in time.

On that moment your hand releases the umbrella, throwing it away to the side.

Lucia saw it as an opportunity, she ran towards the umbrella, unsheathing her sword. The relic was cut into several pieces in mid air before dropping to the ground.

As you fell, you went to pull a string on your left shoulder, a small parachute launched.

Kamui's jaws dropped, Lee was stoic but his eyes showed surprised, while Liv had a sigh of relief.

With the parachute, you gently landed next to your constructs and did a forward roll, before standing up.

"Commandant! You did it!" Kamui exclaimed.

"So you have a parachute all along?" Lee asked. He was a little annoyed, if only he knew. He wouldn't have showed Lucia his gadgets

"I am surprised myself, I didn't even know the suit has packed a small parachute. I got to see all the functions and controls the suit has to offer." You explained.

"... Fair enough..." Lee said, although he still felt a little bitter.

"As long as the relic is gone, everything should be alright," Lucia said.

"Ah, the umbrella!" you exclaimed, you just remembered.

Lucia jumped when she heard you exclaimed.

"Commandant, do you still want to bring that cursed relic home?" Kamui asked, scratching his head in confusion, "Didn't you have enough of bad luck already?"

"It's more like, you activated the machine which landed us here in the first place..." Lee mumbled.

"Nah, I think I have enough of it today." you said, "I am a little sad, but I don't miss it."

A small smile was draw on Lucia's lips, there was a moment of relief in her expression.

Everyone had a sigh of relief as the danger had past.

"But, I really need to find a place to dry off. I am getting cold." you spoke. Immediately, your contructs began to panic once more.

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#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing eden #punishing: gray raven #pgr lee #pgr x reader #pgr kamui #pgr lucia #pgr liv #Comedy do I know her?

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Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 7: Kindergarten Graduation

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Sage finally graduates from your class.

warnings: this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: a short but important chapter! btw idk why the cover art has a weird filter on some of the pics- it wouldn’t let me remove it so please bear with me. I am a humble writer, not a graphic designer lol. canva is a bitch. anyways, enjoy! let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 2k

Chapter 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 (coming soon!)

After the party, you been trying to schedule time for yourself to relax or take a break. You originally didn’t think it would help with your anxiety because you thought that while you were ‘relaxing’, you’d be worried about work, but once you allowed yourself to shut your brain off, the breaks really helped your anxiety.

Throughout April, you helped your kids do everything they’d needed, and by May, you’d gotten news that every single one was going to pass your grade. You called Eddie that night, excitedly explaining that all your kids, including Sage, did an excellent job. You finished out the semester, relieved and proud of their accomplishments.

On the last day of school, Hawkins Elementary held a kindergarten graduation. All the parents and families were invited, and the kids had their very own tiny caps and gowns in emerald green and gold. You’d printed out certificates, writing small stories and well wishes on the back of each one so when they grew older, they could look back and read about what they were like at such a young age.

The morning of their graduation, you’d dressed in a kind of casual black dress and platform sandals. You wore rainbow clay earrings for a pop of color, and had your hair tied up in a clip. Today was supposed to be a little more dressy, as there would be lots of photos and parents, so you’d wanted to make a good, lasting impression.

You got to school early that morning, tidying up your classroom and finishing up the portfolios of all of your students work that they’d completed during the year. You’d kept all the projects, knowing that some parents would like to keep these things forever. You’d packed the portfolios into a rolling bin, and headed down to the cafeteria, ready to help set up for the day.

You, along with the other kindergarten teachers, the principal, and a janitor, cleaned up the cafeteria, set out snacks and coffee, and made sure the sound system was working. The principal had brought a Polaroid camera to take photos of the kindergarten class, so you helped him set it up and test it out. You’d made a silly face as he snapped a photo, and once it developed, the two of you laughed and were ready for everyone to come in.

You opened the doors to the cafeteria, propping them open, then opened the access doors near by so the parents could walk in. There were already a few waiting, so you welcomed them as they walked in. You then guided the kindergarteners to the ‘backstage’ area, or really, just behind a small space behind the curtains on the small stage, and helped them zip their gowns over their clothes and place the caps on their heads. Once they were ready, you instructed them to find their name on the tape on the risers and sit in their spots, to which they complied.

It felt bittersweet, helping all the kids you’d helped mould over the past year for the last time. You’d still see them, of course, in the hallways and in town, but this was your last time being their teacher.

Around 9am, all the kindergarteners were in place and the parents had settled into the cafeteria tables, so you, along with Mrs. Robinson, gathered your little diplomas and stood near the middle of the stage as the principal began his speech, kicking off graduation.

He discussed how much the kids had grown and learned during the year, and how proud he was of their hard work, as well as yours. He continued on and talked about how he looked forward to working with the kids next year, and how he hoped he’d never see them in his office, which got a laugh from the parents.

He then began to read off the names in alphabetical order, and each child walked across the stage, received a little diploma from you or Mrs. Robinson, and took a photo with their respective teacher. After the photo, you hugged every one of your students, and instructed them to go back to their seat on the riser.

When Sage’s name was called, you heard Eddie whoop loudly, and Sage ran to you, hugging you so tight it took your breath away. You laughed and hugged her back before taking your photo and sending her back to her seat.

Once all the names had been called, the kids all stood and took a class photo, then moved their tassels from one side to the other. The parents and staff clapped and cheered, then the students were dismissed to their parents. The principal made a small announcement to see the teachers for their portfolios and to distribute their individual photos.

You’d set everything up on a table, and began placing their photos on top of their portfolios. You greeted each parent, discussing how well each of their respective children did and that you’d hoped that you’d see them in the fall.

Eddie made his way over to your table, holding Sage in one of his arms and her little cap in the other. Her curly hair was a bit of a mess from the cap, and he set it on the table to mess over her hair to fix it. You smiled and greeted him, like you would any other parent, still trying to seem casual in public for now. He went along with it, knowing the drill by now.

Sage pouted, “I don’t wanna go to first grade.”

Eddie laughed, “Well, kiddo, I really want you to.” Only the two of you knew what that really meant. “You wanna grow up big and smart like your teacher?” He asked

Sage sighed and buried her head in Eddie’s neck, mumbling a small, “Yeah.” You and Eddie chuckled at that.

“Here’s her portfolio. It has all of the work she’s done this year. You can keep it or throw it away- but it might be nice to have when she’s older.”

Eddie nodded and took it from you gladly, along with the photo of you and Sage. He smiled fondly at the picture. Sage had a huge smile across her face, and you looked gorgeous. He wanted to frame it and keep it forever.

“Thanks.” He smiled. “Can I call you if I have any questions about registration for next semester?” He asked. The two of you spoke in code at this point.

“Of course.” You smiled.

He hugged Sage close and whispered at her to say goodbye to you, to which she looked up sadly and gave the tiniest, saddest wave in the world. You placed your hand over your heart, thinking the scene was so sad and cute, then said goodbye to Eddie. He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, Sage still pouting into his shoulder as he reassured her that she would see you soon.

You turned back and got the rest of the parents and kids sent off on their way, then cleaned up with the staff. You walked back to your classroom, feeling the emptiness of the hallways, and sighed once you entered. You erased the board completely, gathered the rest of your things, then turned out the lights and locked the door on the way out.

Once you arrived home, you walked in the door and heard the phone ringing. You quickly rushed over, picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Can I come over?” Eddie asked, sounding like a little kid on Christmas morning.

You laughed, “Right now? Aren’t you spending the day with Sage?”

“She’s with Wayne. He got the day off work to spend it with her. So, can I?”

“Are you sure? You don’t need some alone time to brood? Your kid just graduated kindergarten.” You teased.

He groaned, “You’re absolutely going to be the death of me. Please.”

You giggled. “Alright, Eddie. You can come ove-“

He hung up the phone as soon as he’d received your confirmation, and you held the receiver to your ear, listening to the dial tone for a minute before cackling. You knew what was about to happen. You couldn’t help but be excited, but geez, this guy was chomping at the bit. His excitement made you giddy too, though.

About ten minutes passed, and you were sitting on your couch, feeling a bit anxious, but not in a bad way. You tapped your foot on the floor, petting Pencil for reassurance. You heard his van screech into your driveway, and in under a minute he was knocking fervently on your front door.

You laughed and yelled, “It’s open!” Within seconds, he was walking into your house. He was beaming, and he kicked his shoes off quickly before practically jogging to where you were on the couch. Pencil scurried off, and Eddie plopped down next to you, facing your direction.

“Will you go out with me?” He asked quickly, smiling and out of breath, getting right to the point.

You laughed and pretended to contemplate it, “Hmm… I don’t know… I’m not so sure. I might have met this guy who wants to take me off into the sunset or something?” You joked.

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders, smiling like a mad man, “You are infuriating!” He laughed, shaking you lightly.

You laughed too, loudly and genuinely. After a moment, you looked into Eddie’s beautiful, brown eyes and smiled, “Yes, Eddie. I will totally go out with you.”

He melted in front of you and leaned forward, kissing you like a man starved. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips as you attempted to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The two of you shared a giddy kiss, not being able to hold yourselves together. After a while, the two of you separated and he sat back a little, calming down from all the excitement. “God, this school year was way too long.”

“I agree. Let’s make sure Sage is never in my class again.”

Eddie nodded, chuckling and wincing, holding his ribs, as they were sore from laughing too much.

You smiled and leaned onto his shoulder, “So, where are you taking me, Romeo?”

He laid his head on top of yours. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

You smiled as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. You noticed how small yours felt in comparison. “I mean for our first date.”

“You’ll see. Does tonight sound okay?” He asked.

“Wow, jumping right on into it, aren’t we?” You teased.

“We’ve wasted enough time being all secretive. I’m ready to show you off.” He smiled.

“What if the date doesn’t go well?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“Well, we’ve got about a million more to go on, so the first one doesn’t have to be perfect.” He explained, squeezing yours back. “But it will be. Trust me.”

You nodded and hummed, enjoying his company for a while before asking, “What do I wear?”

“Something pretty nice, but comfortable.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to expect from him. The two of you stayed cuddled up on the couch for about half an hour before he sighed and made a move to get up. You released him, though you weren’t happy about it.

“Sorry, beautiful, but I’ve got to go. I have a hot date tonight.” He smiled, standing up.

“Oh yeah, with who?” You smirked.

He bent down and kissed you chastely, “Just the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. It’s tonight at 8.”

You couldn’t fight the blush that rose in your cheeks and you shoved him away gently, “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah. You like me, though, so what does that make you?”

“Touché.” You glared.

He threw you a wink before slipping his shoes back on and leaving your house.

Finally. It was all starting to click into place.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #singledad!eddie munson #singledad!eddie munson x reader #em #slow burn

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Unhealthy Obsession

a/n hiii angels! sorry for the wait im backkk and i will have the next chapter out soon if you want to be apart of the tag list let me know and i will add you:)) Updated: hi pookies I'm in the car rn traveling to Louisiana from cali so i have alot of time on my hands to try and finish some stories that are in my drafts:) btw dont be shy request stuff:))

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part one

part two

part three

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tw: 18+ If you don't like smut then please don't read… beyond this there is partying, underage drinking and smoking, adult language, sex, fingering, touching, and kissing.

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part four: time of my life

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You had just walked out the front door just in time for Charlie to be pulling up. You walked over to his car about to get the door when he gets out and walks over to you.

“you look gorgeous.”

you smile “Why thank you Charlie”

“Here lemme get the car door” he opens the door

“thank you” You aren’t used to anyone guys acting like gentlemen considering your father was a dipshit and every guy you’ve dated has been a complete dumb fuck. You get in the car and asure him your all good and he shuts the door. He gets in and looks over at you.

“you do look beautiful y/n” This makes you smile as you look into his blue eyes. Every time you do you get lost in his eyes you glance over every facial feature he is like art perfect.

“thank you Charlie you don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a smirk he was wearing dark blue jeans a white button-down, and black Converse. You put on your seatbelt and smiled at him. “thank you haha. Okay, are you ready to go?”

“yeah yeah when we get there ill help you set everything up” You smiled he had already started driving “Really? Thank you thank you I wasn't gonna ask you too I didn't wanna make your work cause I mean I invited you as a guest yk?” you giggled “no yeah its okay char of course ill help do you know when Robbie is gonna get there?”

“yeah he should be there around 7:15 ish so we will have just a little time where it's just us” You were looking down at your thighs playing with your ring. You look up at Charlie's hands on the steering wheel. Holy fucking shit he has nice hands I bet he is good with them. You thought to yourself.

Then charlie said “Are you okay? your staring…”

“wait huh oh sorry,” you say trying not to make it awkward knowing you just got caught staring at his hands. You start to say something when you're cut off by his hand finding its way to your thigh. You look and his hand and then at him your cheeks starting to go pink.

He doesn't look at you. All he says is. “well this is what you wanted right? I mean why else would you be staring at him? I bet you imagining more than just this tho right?” he says in a teasing tone. You froze unable to respond. Dear god, you thought charlie walker was this shy nerdy virgin who had never touched a woman where the fuck did this confidence come from.

“I- uhm yeah” you stammer out. You take a deep breath and find some confidence and put your hand on top of his and move it towards your inner thigh a bit. You see him start to blush knowing his boost of confidence was coming to an end and he was getting nervous. It was honestly cute because you knew you were his weakness. But just as you thought he was too nervous to do anything else. He moves his hand up your dress. His hand is resting just below your panties.

When he does this your breath hitches. At this point, it wasn’t a want it was a need you could feel yourself throbbing you needed him to keep going.

Just as you were gonna say anything you guys pull into this dirt parking lot where there is an old barn which is where the sabbathon is taking place. He removes his hands from your thigh and parks. You grab your bag and decide to fix your lipgloss real quick when you're done you see Charlie getting the car door again. “you are so beautiful” he says while admiring you. You get out of the car. “thank you char” He shuts the car door and you turn to face him. You look up at him. You wanted to kiss him. while using the triangle method he put moves your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “can I kiss you?”

Without responding you kiss him. The kiss slowly turning to a make out he has you pinned against the car his hands exploring your body. In between kisses he murmurs “so perfect”. He starts kissing down your neck leaving a few hickies on your neck and collarbone. He bites you a bit on your neck causing you to whimper. His hands travel down your body and up your dress. “Wait,” you say. “is everything okay” he stops kinda scared he did something wrong. “what time did you say Robbie is gonna be here?”

“around 7:1-” his phone rings. It's Robbie he picks it up

“Hello?”

“I'm sorry Charlie is running a little bit late ill probably be there around 7:30”

“it's okay dont worry me and Y/n can set up I don't think people are gonna start showing up till at least 8:30”

“ok ok see you at 7:30 maybe”

-he hangs up the phone-

Charlie turns back towards you and smiles. “well Robbie is running a lil late but do you wanna go inside n set up so we can chill out till people get here?”

“sure” You guys grab a few things out of the car and the chairs are already inside you just had to set them up. Charlie set up the projector and stuff while you set up chairs. When you guys are done you can't wait any longer and throw yourself onto him kissing him hard. he puts his hands on your waist backing you into the wall. This time he doesn't wait to slide his hands into your panties drawing small circles on your clit causing you to whimper but you are trying to stay quiet

“nono I want to hear your pretty noises angel” he kisses you while pumping and curling two fingers in and out of your aching pussy. You moan into the kiss knowing your gonna cum soon. “Charlie” you whimper out “Yes angel?” he says

“m gonna cum” he continues pumping his finger in and out a little harder and touches your clit. You are a whimpering mess. “Shh shh, I know I know” You feel the pressure in your stomach release as you whimper his name and cum all over his hands. taking a few deep breathes you look up at Charlie. “you did so well for me angel” he says

“Now be good open up” You open your mouth and suck his fingers clean. “good girl,” He says while having a hand on your jaw making you look up at him. He Gives you a quick kiss and pulls you into a hug hands around your waist and slightly rubbing your back. “you did so good are you okay?”

“yes I'm okay thank you Charlie I didn’t know you were so good with your hands” you kinda giggle and pull out from the hug. “well I’ve thought abt this situation a lot and I just wanna make you feel good” What you didn’t know is thinking about this happening isn’t the only thing he has done. But we will get to that another time. He checks his phone its 7:45 and robbie isnt here yet but kirby is parking and walks in to you and charlie standing close together looking at his phone and giggling at something. Kirby is jealous but doesn't say anything abt it.

“hiii” you look up to see kirby

“Helloo Kirby” You hug her and she hugs Charlie but not a friend hug you notice but shove it off. “I have drinks in my car and Jill is on her way. Also I few of the football players are picking up a keg”

“Okay cool,” Charlie says smiling at Kirby. You can see the way he looks at her. You wonder if you're just reading too much into things Or if Kirby had a chance with him. Like I know he was just making out with you and fingering you but you honestly thought he wanted her.

It’s hard because Kirby is your friend and you font wanna let a boy come between you guys but Charlie wasn’t just any boy you were falling for him And you couldn’t risk losing him…

#rory culkin #i need him #charlie walker #rory culkin is so fine #husband #charlie walker fanfic #long hair boys #rory is so fine #charlie walker smut #on my knees rn #unhealthy obession

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leviiackrman · 1 year

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OC Interview;

I was tagged by @marivenah @echo3-1 @simonxriley @hoesephseed + @sstewyhosseini to answer these interview questions but as my oc, thank you sm my lovelies!🤍

So here’s a conversation with the up-and-coming Crime Lord herself; on her leader life so far and how she rose to the top of the Kyutoku Fortune! Warning: strong language and violent references included.

Tagging: @chuckhansen @queennymeria @jendoe @shellibisshe @jacobseed @risingsh0t @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @unholymilf @roofgeese @noonfaerie @denerims @liurnia @jackiesarch @confidentandgood + @phillipsgraves

Name?

Rin: Rinako Kyutoku. Those worthy, call me Rin. To everyone else it’s ‘Boss’.

Interviewer: And, if they were to call you Rinako? Or Ms Kyutoku?

Rin: You’d have to be pretty stupid to do that.

Are you single?

Rin: Please be more specific. If you’re referring to my romantic status, I am exploring my options. My options being limited to one man and his many areas to explore. *smirk*

Interviewer: So… that’s a no?

Rin: That’s a: I have someone fulfilling that role, but to define it as a relationship is not in our vocabulary. He’s a want, not a need.

Interviewer: Does ‘He’ have a name?

Rin: That’s on a need to know basis. Currently, you don’t need to know, so let’s keep it that way.

Are you happy?

Rin: You’d have to be pretty idiotic to assume anyone in this world is truly ‘happy’ *with finger air quotes*.

Interviewer: That leads me to believe your chipper exterior is another of your many faces.

Rin: Possibly. Depends on the occasion. Now is not one of them.

Are you angry?

Rin: Ah! Now that’s more like it! Anger is what drives people to act. Fundamentally, it’s under all our decisions if you think about it. I like to harness my anger and channel it towards my goals, same with other people. What could be more intimidating than a crowd of any civilians storming the gates of a bigot? So yes, I am angry most of the time - people just need to learn how to use it.

Are your parents still married?

Rin: Ugh, do we need to talk about them? No, they’re not married anymore, and that’s all I’ll say on the subject.

Interviewer: Is this a sore subject for you?

Rin: It’s an irritant.

Birth Place?

Rin: Osaka Prefecture, Japan. If you want something shady done, you head there. Guess it’s kinda poetic I was created there.

Interviewer: Do you miss it?

Rin: Like a dog misses a tick.

Hair Color?

Rin: Are you blind? Go on, take a wild guess.

Interviewer: I’m going to say black?

Rin: Ding ding ding! So he does have a head on his shoulders! But alas you missed the best part: the purple is from my partner, he deals with the styling.

Interviewer: It suits you, I must add.

Rin: I know *smirk*

Eye Color?

Rin: Naturally magenta, but it varies.

Interviewer: Seems there’s more to this answer?

Rin: It’s a little party trick of mine. Stick around, maybe you’ll get lucky enough to see it.

Birthday?

Rin: Why would you want to know that? It’s…. *pauses*

Interviewer: You don’t remember, do you?

Rin: It’s unimportant information these days, I haven’t celebrated it for years.

Interviewer: I’m surprised a woman with as high an IQ as you would forget anything.

Rin: Like I said, unimportant information.

|| Jess Note: it’s august 25th btw! Dabi is the only one who remembers ||

Mood?

Rin: What kind of question is that? I thought this was a serious interview. Right now I’m starting to get pissed off.

Gender?

Rin: Unfortunately female.

Interviewer: Is it difficult being a woman in your line of work?

Rin: I wouldn’t use the word difficult. Men like to waste time by talking over matters of the body - matters I have 0 interest in indulging, yet they persist. When they persist, I remove their hands, tongues and testicles. Then they’re fuel for the fire.

Interviewer: Excuse me!?

Rin: I’m joking. *not so joking facial expression* The fire part isn’t me, that’ll be my partner.

Interviewer: So the rest is true?!?

Rin: Remember who you’re talking to. I don’t take unwanted attention lightly, and neither does he *gestures to the dark figure standing in the corner not far from their conversation*

Interviewer: I…I see… moving on…

Summer or winter?

Rin: Is this a pre-teen questionnaire? Where are the questions about my achievements? The glory of being a young leader? Get to the interesting stuff or I’m cutting this interview short.

Interviewer: I’m sorry! The people want to know more about you as a person!

Rin: Tell them I’m a stone cold bitch with very little patience left. Next question.

Morning or afternoon?

Rin: *rolls eyes* Dabi… *flames appear in the corner*

Interviewer: Okay okay, no more questions like that!!

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

Rin: Pfft, no one with as much importance or prowess as I would waste time on trivial feelings like that. Love is for the pitiful, it only brings false security and promises. Love has never reached me so I’ll never extend the courtesy back.

Interviewer: So your partner, Dabi, you don’t love him?

Rin: Oi, Dabi. Do you love me?

Dabi: Fuck off idiot and answer the question. You better say yes though, we all know you’d be lost without me *walks over and drapes arm around her shoulder*

Rin: Shut your mouth matchstick, you know our deal. No, Mr Interview Man we do not love each other. We’re just 2 unfortunately similar souls fulfilling each other’s lust. *pats Dabi’s hand and half smiles*

Interviewer: *shivers* I see…

Who ended your last relationship?

Rin: Me, obviously. Though I wouldn’t call it a relationship. They fill needs of the time, so when that need is met: I leave.

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

Rin: Probably. Might be a new record, who knows. I don’t stick around long enough to know nor care anyway.

Dabi: Ooh what a player…

Rin: I thought I told you to fuck off already?

Are you afraid of commitments?

Rin: I’m not afraid of anything. And I’m committed to many things, just not in the sense you’re referring to.

Dabi: *pulls up a chair and joins* now that one is accurate.

Rin: See?

Interviewer: So what would you say you’re committed to then?

Rin: My goals, his goals *gestures to Dabi*. Anything that isn’t societies unnatural and idealistic form of ‘normal’.

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Rin: *Laughs* In the last week?! Try decade.

Dabi: Hey now, are you saying I don’t hug you?

Rin: *glares* does fucking count as hugging?

Interviewer: *turning red either from embarrassment or fear*

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Rin: Oh god SO many! You hire a guy and suddenly he’s falling at your feet promising to protect you! Not so secret if you ask me. Some get too over zealous though, so then matchstick here puts them back in their place *gestures to Dabi again*

Interviewer: So you do have a somewhat ‘normal’ relationship at times?

Rin: I hate normal.

Have you ever broken your own heart?

Rin: You’d need to have one of those in the first place.

Dabi: Ouch, self burn.

Rin: Coming from you.

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

Rin: Jesus, more idiotic questions. Fine, let’s speed round this. Ready? *looks to Dabi*

Dabi: *smirks*

Both: Lust.

Lemonade or ice tea?

Both: Neither.

Cats or dogs?

Rin: Neither.

Dabi: Cats.

Rin: What? You like cats? Since when?

Dabi: It’s quick fire, quit yapping.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

Both: No friends.

Interviewer: I’m starting to feel sorry for you two…

Rin: Hey! What the fuck!?

Dabi: Cool, bout time someone did.

Wild night out or romantic night in?

Both: Wild night out.

Rin: But depends on the ‘wild’ part.

Dabi: Oh here we go Miss “sleeping in a dumpster isn’t ‘wild’ or ‘fun’”

Rin: I refuse to acknowledge that comment.

Day or night?

Both: Night.

Interviewer: Okay, that was… easier than I expected.

Rin: What’s that supposed to mean?

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

Rin: *Laughs* Haha, no one’s ever caught me. In any context. Not even this guy.

Dabi: I agree that it’s impossible.

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Dabi: *side eyes her*

Rin: *fidgets* No. Next question.

Dabi: I thought you hated liars?

Rin: Fuck. You.

Interviewer: Shall I mark that as a yes?

Rin: Do you want to lose your eyes?

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

Rin: Who knew ambition could be so all consuming huh? I work until I achieve what I want. Pain is just a temporary set back, regardless of how extreme.

Dabi: *raises imaginary glass* Here here!

Wanted to disappear?

Rin: I can disappear when I want, it’s not that hard.

Dabi: Yeh, tell me about it.

Rin: Really? Now? Wallow in your loneliness some other time, I’m busy.

Interviewer: Could we possibly save the argument for afterwards? I am trying to speak with-

Dabi: Hey! Watch your mouth asshole we’re venting here

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

Dabi: Speed round again, you gotta do it

Rin: Ugh, fine.

Rin: Eyes.

Dabi: Smile.

Rin: *gives a surprised frown towards Dabi*

Shorter or taller?

Rin: Taller.

Dabi: Shorter.

Rin: Yeh, you were always a bit of a short shit until the growth spurt so no wonder.

Dabi: Oi, watch it!

Intelligence or attraction?

Both: Intelligence.

Rin: Or you’re like me and you’re born with both.

Dabi: *rolls eyes*

Hook-up or relationship?

Both: Hook up!

=Family=

Do you and your family get along?

Rin: We’re not talking about them.

Interviewer: But this is how you came to lead your family business, is it not?

Rin: Are you kidding me? They had nothing to do with it! All I can thank them for is their resentment, it’s made me who I am.

Would you say you have a "messed up life"?

Rin: *stares at the interviewer with a cocked brow* You tell me sunshine.

Interviewer: Sorry, I was going to skip that question…

Have you ever run away from home?

Rin: 26 times. Between the ages of 11 and 16.

Interviewer: Was your family life that bad?!

Dabi: Also pretty weird to keep count…

Rin: Fuck off already! You’re supposed to be on watch!

Dabi: *stands up with hands raised up* Fine, fine.. but only for you sweetheart *goes to kiss Rin’s cheek sarcastically*

Rin: LEAVE.

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

Rin: Of where? You’re gonna have to be more specific.

Interviewer: Let’s say… a restaurant?

Rin: No.

Interviewer: Really? How about a library?

Rin: Only because of matchstick. They didn’t like his smell, made them think the building was on fire. *laughs*

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

Rin: Paha! You’d have to have some for that to apply.

Interviewer: Not even 1 friend?

Rin: Friends are as good to me as an untied shoe lace.

Interviewer: So not even Dabi?

Rin: *pauses* …fine. 1 friend. And yes I hate him, just not very secretly.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

Interviewer: Correction: Do you consider Dabi to be a good friend?

Rin: As good as a gal like me can get without paying for it with blood or my body.

Who is your best friend?

Rin: What a stupid term. ‘Best friend’. “Ooh shall we sit and braid each other’s hair? Oowoowoo” ugh, disgusting.

Interviewer: I think you’re not wanting to admit that you’d like a best friend.

Rin: Intelligence doesn’t suit you, so stop trying to be it.

Who knows everything about you?

Rin: *stays silent again, looking at her feet*

Interviewer: Is everything okay?

Rin: No one knows everything about me. In fact, even you know too much *stands up*

Interviewer: Wait… WAIT!!

|| Blood everywhere!! Gahhh oooohhhh the horrrorrrrrrrrrrrr!! Anyway the end||

#tagged*#oc: rin kyutoku #simonxriley #hoesephseed #sstewyhosseini #marivenah #echo3-1 #thank you m’loves!#I never write so this was…. interesting #if you read all of it - thanks? I guess?

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⊹Available Verses⊹

⊹And Interactive AUs!⊹

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Anyone can interact with any AU (like Catlett) here, but each muse only 'belongs' to one Verse (they don't overlap).

You = Your muse/canon/OC/Self-insert/ btw. Or you yourself if it applies.

Feel free to DM me if you have any doubts! More verses and AUs may be added in the future.

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⊹Canon Verse

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Does «Forbidden Girlfriend» ring a bell?

Scarlett and Kino decided to see what would happen if they stay together despite all. Eventually, they realize how much they don't want to come back to their lonely lives, even if that meant different risks. All in all, nothing stops them from having new adventures, meeting new people and doing their best to get along with them... while trying to cause the least amount of trouble possible.

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In this verse, all active characters from Scarlett's story, Forbidden Voracity, are present in one way or another, and Scarlett and Kino are in a relationship.

Kino and Scarlett can be together or reference each other in asks and interactions. Scarlett will not get involved with muses beyond friendship within this verse.

Read all the nuances of this verse here!

If you send an ask involving Kino, I will assume you are joining this verse.

Yuuri is also available for asks if requested. He knows Scarlett, and he functions more independently than Kino does.

⊹Independent Verse

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Scarlett managed to escape her situation as a servant and continue on her own. Ghouls had broken into the manor while her master, Rhiannon, was not under her supervision, killing her before she could do something to avoid it. Then and there, Scarlett snaps, attacks the killers to death and, under a panic rush, she escapes. However, she takes a different route than the one in the Canon verse, never running into Kino as he has no special need for her help.

As Scarlett picks up the remaining shreds of her sanity, she wonders... Does it always have to be like that? Now that she's got the freedom she wanted, how far can she go?

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This is the default verse when Scarlett interacts with other muses through RP. Here, her past is intact until her escape. Scarlett is unaffiliated at the start of every interaction.

Read all the nuances of this verse here!

Relationships can go any way (friendship, romance, deeper plots...).

If you are interested in interacting with Scarlett with no restrictions, this is the preferred verse.

If our muses develop a dynamic between them within interactions, I might add a special ship tag, but that doesn't mean they are in a romantic/established relationship. They could have any kind of relationship, affected by interactions only (sometimes brainstorming works too, but I personally prefer the former). If me using a ship tag makes you uncomfortable, please let me know and I'll remove it!

I tag the muse's full name in starters/asks only. Tag traction doesn't work on reblogs outside the blog so it's a personal choice, but I always add the URL. Additionally, each muse has a specific tag with an emoji that represents something that reminds Scarlett of them. The ship emoji is chosen based on the dynamic or trope they have going on once it's clear enough (usually I choose it myself).

Third parties cannot interact in these AUs unless both admins are aware beforehand. Please don't jump in or randomly assume Scarlett's relationship with another muse to stir up drama (though asks/mentions of their relationship are okay as long as they aren't passive-aggressive or possessive! Just be respectful!)

⊹Past AU-Verse

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Maybe you have known Scarlett for a while, and you have picked up only a handful of hints about how the person she used to call her Master was like. You can hardly learn anything from someone who refuses to talk about it, though, so... would you like to experience it first hand? How terrible can the outcome be?

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This is a special case: a mix of a Verse and an AU. While it is set in another timeline, it's still connected to the present.

As the name suggests, it takes place in Scarlett's past. Here, Rhiannon is alive, with Scarlett as her servant.

This Verse will take place only on Rhiannon's independent blog -> @saigai-no-ojou. Make sure to read the entirety of the AU Introduction!

In short, Past AU-Verse is an interactive AU where actions can have deep consequences. You can go back and forth from the Past to the Canon or Independent Verses, but if you've done something risky, Scarlett's mind might generate memories about you in the present. Whether it's good or bad, it's up to your actions.

In order to bypass hard consequences, be careful or figure out how to get rid of Rhiannon's Most Loyal Servant to (safely?) have your way with the Calamity Princess...

Note: Scarlett and Rhiannon cannot unironically participate in any verse or AU together as their present selves.

🎶 Teacher!AU

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Scarlett always wanted to be a great musician. After enough time attending Ryoutei and following the guidelines only to use the piano, some faculties finally recognized her talent... and offered her the chance to teach for a while! Now, all she has to do is prove how good of a teacher she can be in order to keep her new job. She's confident that her love for music will speak for itself, but... Will her "new" students go any easy on her particularly strict temper!?

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This AU involves Scarlett as Ryoutei's new music teacher!

Anyone can interact regardless of their relationship with Scarlett at the time. If the muse doesn't attend Ryoutei, she could be a support teacher instead, if you're still interested in interacting.

Her previous classmates and juniors become her students (remember that she used to be in 3rd year). The relationship with everyone stays the same, no starting over.

Teacher!Scarlett will wear Lost Eden's uniform, as opposed to her usual uniform.

You can choose which school life you want to interact with, they won't overlap with each other.

🐱Catlett!AU

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"What... what is happenyan!?"

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Scarlett has grown cat ears and tail for unknown reasons!

Catlett is no different from your usual Scarlett. Except, of course, for her new body parts... and her new weaknesses.

Feel free to approach her and give her a snack, a headpat, a toy, or just watch her struggle with her new cat instincts and speech!

For Catlett to show up, you just have to call her by Catlett, or a cat emoji included in your ask!

You don't necessarily need to have a specific relationship with her and, again, this AU can't interfere with the others!

🩸Yandere!AU

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"Oh, Darling... did you really think death could do us part!?"

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A darker AU featuring a broken, lovesick Scarlett. Here, Scarlett is madly in love with a gender neutral Darling.

This AU was born from the Yandere alphabet meme, which is currently a work in progress. I take a while with these since they include a mini scenario alongside the main answer.

Muses cannot interact with Yandere!Scarlett, but you can send a request or scenario involving her and her Darling, who in this verse is a human, to feed your curiosity if you want.

Huge TW as this is one the most toxic and abusive versions of Scarlett.

#Scarlett Wakahisa #🔍. Masterlist #📜. Available verses

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