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thatfreshi · 8 months

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Hi! Can I request a story about Tav having trouble fighting cause Astarion just fed on her and so he gets worried and protective ofc. Maybe they were ambushed at camp or something? Thank you so much for your work! I really like how you write Astarion

Tw - animal attack, lots of gore, themes of death

Recommended Song: Seek and Destroy - SZA

Against better judgment, you let Astarion feed on you almost every night. It's just one of those things, a sacrifice you make, an act of love. After decades of disrespect, scavenging for next to nothing, you thought it'd be nice for him to have something better than animals. While he always insists it isn't necessary, he never passes you up on the offer. A ritual before bed every night, like a lover's embrace, you've come to adore the feeling of his teeth.

This evening in particular, he took quite a bit. You don't mind, considering you go to bed almost right after. Light-headed, woozy, you're wrapped up in his arms.

"Thank you darling."

His embrace almost feels warm when you're this drained. You almost drift off, but he keeps you awake.

"Tav, you need to eat something first."

You groan, absolutely exhausted, trying to keep him in the bedroll.

"Nooo, I'll just do it tomorrow."

He smiles, moving your hair out of your eyes.

"That's not how it works my sweet. Now, let me get up so I can-"

Goblin war drums. The sound of the percussive rhythms bouncing off all the trees, they're not far off, and Astarion knows they're on the way. Karlach starts making her way to every tent, telling your companions to get their asses in gear.

"Tav, Astarion, let's go!"

"Shit."

Astarion whispers to himself. You're still not fully there, in and out of sleep.

"What's going on?"

Double vision, you see two of your vampire lover get up and start rummaging around for his daggers.

"Just- just stay here Tav. It's alright."

You try to rub at your eyes, desperately wanting to figure out what's going on. Before you can ask again, he's gone, and you hear more war drums outside. You quickly realize it's goblins. They must've found where you've been hiding, but your head is still spinning. Trying to get up and grab your blade, you almost fall back to the ground. Steadying yourself for a moment, you try your best to listen to what's going on outside. It sounds deadly, metal, screams. You hear Shadowheart casting left and right.

When you manage to stumble out of the tent, you're tackled by one of their dogs, or whatever wretched things they are. A scream rips out of your throat, trying to hold the thing off. It bites rabidly at your arm, leaving numerous gashes, until it's thrown off of you and stabbed to death, relentlessly.

"Gods damnit, I told you to stay in the tent Tav!"

You're too worried about your arm throbbing in pain to care about the validity of his argument. He's angry, and perhaps both of you aren't entirely certain why. It's your dominant arm, you can barely move it. Astarion goes to wrap your arm, but is quickly overpowered by the numbers again. They must've sent a large party after the lot of you. Halsin and Shadowheart are running out of magic, already drained. It's bad, but it'll end soon. With a couple more fights and a thunderwave from Gale, the rest of the goblins scurry off, knowing they're fighting a losing battle. Astarion doesn't even stop to loot their corpses, running to your side.

"You're a fucking idiot Tav, you know that?"

Gods, he could sound so mean when he wanted to. You know he says those things out of fear, but they still hurt. Despite how angry he is, he starts ripping pieces of cloth from his shirt, wrapping your arm, which is bleeding far too fast. Shadowheart and Halsin come over to supervise, both out of arcana until they get some rest.

"Yes, the two of you standing over my shoulder is quite helpful. Might as well cheer me on while you're at it!"

His movements are ragged, furious, only making your arm hurt more than it does. He's lost though, somewhere in his head, unable to hear the cries of pain as he's wrapping your arm. You're even more lost than before, your blood leaving rapidly.

"Aster, I-"

"Hush."

He then realizes you were going to tell him you were about to pass out, because you almost immediately fall over.

"Damnit!"

He holds you in his arms, your limb still not fully wrapped.

"If the two of you want to be helpful, get me some actual bandages instead of gawking at me!"

Sure, Astarion hates doing things that require hard work, but he knows how. How many times did he have to do something like this to himself, when no one was there to help wrap his wounds? Shadowheart quickly returns with all of the bandage wraps she has.

"We have to clean it or it'll get infected."

"Well, Shadowheart, I don't know how you think you're going to clean it if Tav bleeds to death."

The two healers decide it's best if he handles this himself. While he obsessively wraps your arm, the rest of the camp watches on, knowing he's too possessive to let them help. He doesn't trust them like he trusts you.

And I trusted you to stay put.

There's no way to give you more blood, not in a way that would work for you. For a moment, he simply thinks that he'll feed you some of his blood, and then he remembers. All he can do is hope you retained enough, that he didn't preemptively kill you by feeding on you tonight. Your pulse is still going, but it's slow, and you're paler than usual.

Astarion begins to think to himself, asking why he ever fell in love, why he ever let himself think twice about you. It's easy to play the game when you have nothing to lose. Second thoughts, always, he's always thinking for two people now. It's been his survival, for as long as he can remember, and now you're lodged in his brain.

"Damn you Tav, I can't do this. I can't lose you like this."

He begins to sob as he holds you, still unconscious. This beckons Gale to come over, often a voice of reason for the vampire.

"You've done all you can. Perhaps we should get Tav back inside? Away from the elements?"

Astarion is too distraught to argue, helping Gale carry you back into the tent.

"The second Shadowheart is awake, she'll be back to check on Tav."

"Yeah, if they don't die from blood loss in the middle of the night."

Gale simply sighs, knowing there's no point in fighting with him. He leaves your pale lover to wallow in his misery. Hours pass, you're still clinging on, and Astarion watches over you, panicking every time he can't see your chest rise and fall, constantly checking your pulse. You're cold, your heartbeat dangerously slow, and he keeps wracking his brain about what else he could possibly do. But there's nothing, only fate, only the gods. He sadly chuckles to himself at the thought of even trying to pray, knowing there's no higher power out there, at least one that cares about him.

"W... what are you... laughing at?"

You ask weakly, oblivious to the horrific stress he's been through. Astarion whips around quickly, wondering if perhaps he's imagining your voice. When he sees your eyes fluttering, lost somewhere between dreams and reality, he rushes to your side.

"Oh gods Tav... you- you really scared me there."

He tries to hold back tears, failing miserably. You try to speak again, but groan in pain as the feeling in your arm starts to come back.

"I know, I know it hurts. It's okay my darling, you'll be alright."

He begins fully sobbing, and you have no idea why, without being awake enough to comprehend the situation. Astarion always tries to be strong when you're weak, but watching you teeter on the line between life and death, it was simply too much to bear.

"You can't pull that shit, ever again my love, I'm so serious. I know I'm normally quite serious, but ever more so right now."

Then, a joyful, tiny laugh. Happiness. Happy that you're alive. The memories of the fight slowly start coming back, the beast that ripped up your arm, Astarion yelling.

"Aster...?"

"Yes my dear?"

You start to tear up a little, still a tad delirious.

"I'm sorry."

And then remembers as well, the things he said, the tone he spoke to you in.

"No, no my love I'm sorry. You weren't yourself, I was being entirely unreasonable. I just..."

He almost can't finish his sentence.

"I'm just happy you're okay. That's enough for me."

Your lover slowly and carefully lays down beside you, pulling you into him, being sure not to let your wounded arm drag on the ground. He holds you for a long time, until Shadowheart wakes at dawn, fully rested and ready to fix your wounds. Astarion vows silently that he'll never let it come that close, ever again.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #comfort

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 11 months

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It's not so bad? | EM

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader

Summary: You and Eddie have your first very big fight.

Warnings: angst, mention of sex but nothing happens. Slight hurt/comfort towards the end. Mean!Eddie, Eddie calls the reader a bitch and it's alluded that he says worse things, but it's not described. Toxic relationship.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: probably a little shorter than I wanted. I haven't written anything in over a month, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Divider made by me.

Not proofread 18+ no minors

The trailer was quiet now except for the low hum of Eddie's a/c in the window. You were curled up on his side with your head on his chest. He was fast asleep now, but you couldn't.

Not after what transpired just a few hours ago. Your eyes still burned, and your heart still ached a little. You both said your sorrys, but there was something still lingering inside of you. Even though he was the main one apologizing since you truly did nothing wrong.

The way he screamed at you and got in your face. You never said a word back. You just let him unleash what he had pent up inside him. You tried to walk away, but he just followed you. Spewing hurtful things again and again.

You kept telling yourself it was the alcohol mixed with anger that made him this way. Even though in the back of your mind, it felt like he had been waiting for this opportunity to tell you how he really felt.

The moment his voice kept raising octave after octave and his face flushed red with anger. You knew there was no point in fighting back, so you just took it. Hoping he'd give up and leave you alone. You guys have fought before, but it was nothing like this. You've never been scared of him.

Until he backed you up into a corner and just laid into you. You shrunk down desperately, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The smell of various types of alcohol on his breath filled your nose.

He called you all sorts of names "bitch", "dumb" and various other hurtful insults. He grabbed you roughly by the arm to stop you from leaving and so you were forced to listen to him berate you. Any moment now, you were waiting for the cops to show up. You were sure the neighbors could hear him and would call them.

You didn't know accepting a free drink from a guy at the bar Eddie was performing in would set him off. Apparently, the guy is a long-time rival of his. Someone Eddie seriously hates, and Eddie doesn't usually hate anyone. He dislikes people, yes, but he doesn't hate them.

You noticed something was up when we marched over to you and downed the drink himself. You didn't get a chance to take a small sip of it. He barely even looked your way when he did it. Then the next thing you remember is being pulled to the van, and that's when the shouting started. Each word that came from his mouth was laced with so much venom.

"You're really fucking dumb you know that."

"You're such a bitch I don't even know why I give you the time of day."

"You're lucky someone like me even looked twice at someone like you."

Those lines still rang in your head even now as you're curled up next to him. He did eventually calm down. You guessed once the last bit of alcohol wore off, and he sobered up. Maybe when his voice became horse and he couldn't scream anymore is when he decided to stop.

The moment he was done, his face immediately softened. He wasn't mad anymore, but you were still upset. You still wondered if his voice didn't give out, would he still be yelling at you right now. He tried to pull you to him at first but you resisted.

He shushed you as he rubbed your back, and you eventually caved and melted into his arms. You cried in his chest as he hugged you to him tighter. When you noticed, his body was lightly shaking. You pulled back to see tears streaming down his face.

His voice croaked. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"You know I didn't mean any of that stuff," i said, right?" His voice is soft, and his touch is gentle.

You gave a weak smile "yeah I know you didn't it's okay."

You both stood there in the hallway by his room in eachothers arms for what felt like hours. Neither one of you said a word too tired to even talk it out yet.

You just wanted to sleep, and you wanted to be okay. He always made everything okay, and now it's feels different. You feel embarrassed, and you feel as though something is still lingering in the air.

Like there is more to say, but you're too afraid to ask. Eventually, you both somehow make it to bed. Your mind is groggy, and your anxiety is still high. You can't even remember getting undressed and into bed with him.

You tossed and turned all night long while Eddie was fast asleep. His arm draped around you, keeping you locked in close to him. You remember him wanting to have sex but you rejected him opting to just cuddle instead.

Eddie was fine with that. He seemed a little hurt, but he's never pressured you to do something you didn't want to. You felt guilty for rejecting him. There was just something there that stopped you. This lingering presence that you can't even describe.

You were hoping it would be gone by morning, but you're still sensing it. Maybe it was the lack of communication you were so used to having with him. Maybe it was the mean things he said that somehow confirmed your insecurities. Eddie told you he didn't mean them, but you just couldn't shake that,"What if?"

Now you're just laying here on his chest, counting his heartbeats. The feeling of sadness still consuming you. You want him to wake up and have everything back to normal again. You also don't want him to wake up because you're too embarrassed to face him.

Eddie stirs a bit in his sleep, but he doesn't move away from you. Instead, he manages to pull you closer to him. You can feel him squeeze your hip and give it a light little tap. His eyes slowly open as you pretend to still be sleeping.

You heard him groan a bit and cough, probably from the pain in his throat now. He stretches out, and you can hear the little pops his toes make when he cracks them.

You notice tell he's trying his best not to disturb your sleep. Each movement he makes is thought out and careful as he does it. He's trying his best not to startle you awake. He feels bad about how he treated you earlier tonight, but he's not as remorseful as you think. He loves you so much and didn't ever want to hurt you like this. But he couldn't control his temper with you any longer. The alcohol in his system didn't help either.

Does he regret how he went about it? Yes. Did he feel like this fight was a long time coming? He sure did. Next time, he might try to go about it differently if he ever caught you doing something like that again. He knows he can't control his emotions well, and sadly, this time, you were on the receiving end of his anger.

"I love you so much." Eddie spoke in a very raspy horse whipser. He kissed your temple and very slowly got out of bed. He didn't want to wake you at all.

That little moment is enough reassurance you needed. He does still love you. He didn't mean what he said to you last night. You hear the shower turn on and his muffled voice humming through the thin walls. Slowly but surely, everything felt normal again. Even if you haven't spoken yet.

That uneasy feeling you had before was gone immediately. Well, that's what you're trying to convince yourself anyway. His cracked voice singing from the bathroom as he showers calms your mind. Eventually, sleep finally takes over you, and you know everything is going to be okay.

But maybe not.

The shower turning off grabs your attention. You could hear him slowly creeping back into the bedroom, trying not to wake you up. You're in and out one minute you're calm the next you're not. You think you're fine but are you really? Eddie got right back into bed and pulled you in close again. His arm holding you tight against his chest.

He leans forward, pressing yet another kiss to your temple before whispering, "Stop being sad, sweetheart. You love me, and I love you more."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #my writing

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| Now I Know ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: kidnapping/rescue verrry angry Frank, violence, blood, trust, LOVE.

A/n: been listening to Work Song by Hozier a lot.

His muscles scream from the work, the kind of work you might call good and honest. The kind where at the end of the day his body is tired and drenched in sweat rather than tense with rage and spattered with blood.

He still does that work. You're watching as he washes his hands in the kitchen sink. If it's blood or dirt from the earth that is swirling down the drain you don't notice, only that those are the hands that could elicit a cry of mercy from death, or cries of pleasure from your lips. The gentle and sure squeeze of a trigger, whichever kind it is, he's in control. The movement and pressure of his fingers during either task is frighteningly similar, and yet there's something deep within you that welcomes and craves that similarity. The comfort you find in the tender way he has with you overrides all else, he may have the darkest of sins but he's all of his sweetness with you.

He's drying his hands on the dishtowel, concern and confusion plain on his face as he sees you looking through rather than at him.

"What's wrong?" He's asking you, and your focus snaps back to the depths of those dark eyes. "Nothing." you smile, but you're not all there and he knows it.

"You'll tell me if it's somethin', right?"

"Yeah baby," you nod, "I will."

He reaches for your face, fingers trailing softly along your jaw and you lean into him, relaxing as he cups your chin in his hand, bending down so he can kiss you slow and easy. He finds you there, he'll always find you.

On your lunch break your phone pings. Some days Frank would text you a sweet little thing, and today was one of them.

Love you princess xx

You're headed to the same place for the third day in a row. They must have been watching you. It was probably a stupid thing for you to do but you really liked the coffee they served there. You're looking down at your phone typing out a reply to Frank's text when it happens.

You don't even have time to fight them off, the last thing you remember is seeing your cup falling to the ground, coffee spilling into the cracks in the pavement before you are bundled into a vehicle, the strong chemical smell of the rag covering your mouth and nose.

Frank meets Curtis for a drink at lunch most weeks, it's something they've kept up since Billy. A mini therapy session for them both.

"You alright man? Been checking that damn phone almost non stop since you got here."

It wasn't unusual for you to not reply to him, you had been pretty busy at work recently. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry man."

Curtis isn't dumb, he knows when Frank's got something eating away at him. "C'mon, what is it? Woman trouble?"

Frank scrubs his hand across his face with a heavy sigh. "I dunno. Feels like she maybe still doesn't feel safe with me. Been trying everything, talkin' to her, tellin' her she can ask me anythin' about the past and all of that…"

"But it ain't about the past is it? It's what you're doin' out there now, Frank. It's a big ask to deal with that. But she's strong y'know? Just give her some time and if you're gonna keep on doing what you're doing, give her the truth if she wants it."

Pick you up from work later? Really miss you today.

Frank is nodding, but he's staring off into space. He sends another text.

Your head feels like a lump of lead as you wake up, slumped forward in a chair with your ankles tied to the legs and your wrists bound behind your back, the plastic of the zip ties cutting into your skin. Your eyelids feel like boulders are sitting on them as you chance a look at your surroundings. The upper floor of an unfinished building, sheets of polythene hanging from the walls and ceiling and scattered over the floor. You hear echoing sounds from the open doorway, local accents. Fear starts to replace the drowsiness as you become aware of a tripod with a mobile phone set up in front of you. The scuff of dust and gravel behind you makes your head whip round as a thick set bearded man with a scar under his eye walks towards you, turning over his shoulder to yell through the doorway as he sees you're conscious.

"Bitch is awake."

"Then it's time to play, boys." comes another voice, all sleazy and drawling. The owner of it steps into view and there's a twinge of recognition. You briefly met some of Frank's work colleagues from the construction company a while back when you brought him lunch as a surprise.

This was the blonde one, ruddy with a slight squint. Another man appears, he looks similar to the guy with the scar, but younger and nervous.

Your mouth is dry as you go to speak, rasping, the words sounding weaker than you wanted them to. "What's going on? Is this some sort of a joke?"

The dark scarred man laughs. "Sure honey, tying up pretty little broads like you is a whole lot of fun for us. But nah, it ain't no joke."

The blonde one draws closer, leaning down, his grimy calloused fingers running over your cheek. You flinch away as his stale stinking breath washes over your face.

"Your dumbass boyfriend's been making us look bad, takin' all of the damn work and getting paid fuckin' bonuses for it, making us look lazy. So we're gonna give him a lil incentive to quit."

"Ever think that's because you are lazy?' you snark back at him.

He gives you a lecherous grin then spits in your face. You spit right back at him but all it earns you is a swift backhand that splits your lower lip open.

The beardy scarred asshole cackles again. "Fuck she's a feisty lil thing. Kinda see why he's into it."

You pull at the ties holding you as blondie draws his fingers down your neck and yanks at the front of your shirt, sending buttons scattering across the concrete floor as he leers down at your tits.

"Yeah…" he muses, his eyes rove over you making you feel itchy and unclean. He flicks his fingers towards the phone, shouting at the young guy. "Hit record..."

You were scared but you also couldn't believe these fucking dunces seemed to have the grand plan of WhatsApping videos of them messing with you to Frank? They really had no idea who they were dealing with.

You strain and tug at the zip ties pointlessly, you know there's no way you'll be able to break through them but it makes you feel better. As you move you realise your phone isn't in your pocket. You just hoped the idiots didn't have enough sense to turn off the gps. Frank would find out you weren't at work at the end of the day, that you hadn't replied to any of his messages, he'd know something was up, that you were in trouble, right? He'd know something was wrong. He had to.

You try to calm your breathing as you see the blonde asshole slip a handgun from the back of his pants, it wouldn't be wise to talk back now.

The young one gave the thumbs up from behind the mobile and blondie started his spiel.

"Alright Pete, figured you might not be able to understand the situation if we just talked man to man… so just to make it completely clear, you're gonna watch this lil show we're making for you."

He walks over to you, grabbing the top of your head and turning you to face the camera. "See, if you don't quit the job and give us the fucking money you've stolen from us, I'll make your pretty little whore all mine. I'll tell you where to leave the cash, but first I'm gonna give you a taste of what I'm gonna do if you don't pony up… just so you know I ain't playin'"

Frank would find you, he had to find you.

His heart dropped into his guts the moment he learned you hadn't returned to your office after lunch break. The guy at reception thought you might have gone home sick or something and not had the chance to tell anyone.

He called you multiple times with no answer, no texts, no nothing. He was about to call Curtis when his phone buzzed with a video attachment from an unknown number.

Confusion rapidly gave way to a white hot rage that consumed his entire being as he saw Corey from work on the screen, and then you. As soon as he realised what the fuck was happening he was in the truck with the pedal grinding hard against the metal. He recognised where you were being held, one of the previous client's sites they had worked on downtown about a month ago.

The muzzle of the gun presses in and bruises against your temple. You close your eyes trying not to shake. All you can hear is Beardy's dumb laugh and the slow grating sound of a zipper right by your face. Bile rises in your throat.

Your heart soars as you hear your salvation bellowing from the stairwell.

"You want your money asshole?!"

"Frank! In here!" You shout and scream, desperate to see these fucking animals get what they deserve.

As soon as he hears your voice he's charging like a bull, the fire of hell itself blazing in his eyes as he grabs the gun and forces the blonde creep's hand backwards breaking his wrist with a sick crunch as if it was nothing. The asshole falls to the ground along with a faceful of Frank's boot as Beardy and the younger one pull out knives and start advancing in futility, because you know how this ends.

You see the beauty in the punishing raw anger that manifests itself through Frank's body, a slick, efficient killing machine. A fist, an elbow, a knee. He connects the dots so easily on his way to get to you, eyes scanning you frantically as he tugs the knife through the ties on the chair.

You're safe.

"I'm here baby, I'm here. You okay? You hurt?" His hands are light on your limbs, his thumb gently smoothing over the red marks on your wrists as he checks you over.

"I- I'm okay…" He's here. You're safe, you remind yourself.

"Any of those motherfuckers touch you?!" He growls, and you're only able to nod, too stunned to form words as you watch as Frank goes to haul up the sleazy blonde by the neck, his huge hand almost closing all the way around and crushing his windpipe.

"This one?" He asks, his voice is sharp gravel, you've never heard his tone like this before and it vibrates through you.

"Y-yes… he-"

You don't get to say any more as Frank slams him against the wall making him gag and choke, before punching his already bruised face into a pulp, breaking his nose and teeth within seconds. He wheezes pathetically as Frank's knee smashes repeatedly into his groin, and you find yourself unable to wrench your eyes away as he slides slowly down the wall when Frank is done, leaving a red smear on the plastic sheeting, a puddle of blood pooling around him as he reaches the floor and stills.

Frank doesn't miss the other one trying to crawl his way out of the room while he's distracted, swiftly picking up the tripod stand and launching toward him swinging it like a bat. You wince as it knocks the guy out cold with a splatter of blood painting the wall and he crumples to the floor.

Through the veil of your tears you see him, really see him. Frank came for you, he found you, he protected you. You're safe.

He holds you to his side all the way till you both get to his truck where he calls the cops and anonymously tipping them off to the location of three known abusers.

Back home you have to try so hard to satisfy him that except for a couple of bruises and a burst lip, you're fine. They never got to do what they were planning to. The anger and fear in you melts away with your tears as they flow, they're tears of shock and relief but he's still sorry. Sorry for letting this happen as if it was his fault, sorry for not knowing something was wrong much sooner, sorry that he can't keep you safe.

"I am safe, Frank." you assure, as you strip off your clothes and lead him to the bathroom, encouraging him to do the same. "I'm safe with you." His face is still pained and you know you need to show him, knew it from the moment you heard him coming to your rescue.

Under the hot spray of the shower you wash away all the filth that had tainted you. You run your hands over his body but he doesn't dare touch you, he doesn't see it yet, even as your lips brush over his bloodied knuckles he doesn't understand. He's still angry and afraid for you, and you feel it in his body as you press yourself flush against him, wrap your arm around his neck, your other hand going to his jaw to guide his mouth to yours. You have to show him that you need to feel him, on you, inside you. He needs to know the love you have for him isn't fragile. You know now that it isn't, it won't be beaten by this. Never.

He pulls away gently, he still believes you're scared of him and the things he's done. The things he does. "Baby, you don't have to, after what hap-"

But you're firm, pulling him back to you, pushing him up against the tiles and he's stunned. You're getting frustrated because he still doesn't get it.

"Frank, you're mine." He lets you guide his hands around your waist where you want them. "And I'm yours," you say pointedly, "now show me I'm yours, make me feel it."

This time when you reach for him you feel the difference. His fingers tighten against the softness of your skin like he can never let go. When you kiss him he kisses you back, he's still holding himself, letting you dictate the pace but a gentle nip with your teeth to his lower lip communicates your need more clearly. His thigh slots between yours, and you feel him getting hard against the front of your hip as you mould your body to his. His hands drop down to the curve of your ass as you rock yourself on his muscular thigh, your fingers twining in the longer hair at the top of his head as you stand up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear over the rush of the water…

Take me to bed.

He nods and you dry quickly and carelessly, desperate to be with him and feel his skin on your own. Your lips are still wet and slide so slick against Frank's as you move him towards the bed, climbing onto his lap as the backs of his knees hit the edge of it and he sits.

"You wanna stop, you just tell m-"

He's cut off as you push him back, a soft huff of breath leaving him as you're fierce in your demand for him to meet your energy. He's too good, being too sweet for what you need right now but he's catching up. Those hands, the ones that so surely dealt bloody justice for you, slide up your spine, one of them grasping the back of your neck as he surges up and kisses his way over your bare chest while you're grinding against him.

"Please, Frank," you whine into his mouth, tug on his lip with your teeth, and he thrusts upwards gripping your hip and meeting your desperate movements.

"Hey, I gotcha baby, I've got you…" he murmurs before carefully rolling you underneath him.

Your kisses are frantic, littering the line of his strong stubbled jaw but he soon captures your lips with his own, slowing you down, keeping that fire burning but calming you as he deepens the kiss. You open, and he permeates your senses, knowing exactly what you need, grounding you with his tenderness.

Limbs entangle until you're moving as one, body arching when his soft lips brush the skin of your neck, your ear, and you feel more than hear his words.

I'll always find you.

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animeyanderelover · 17 days

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Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, stalking, abduction, manipulation, threats, intimidation

Tags: @leveyani @kanaosprotector

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Kamado Nezuko

💕Nezuko's clinginess and atalking tendencies aside, I think the biggest problem you are going to face is her protective brother who, whilst smelling that you have no bad intentions, is still showing a tad bit of caution. Whilst Nezuko is able to tell that her darling is uncomfortable and that her questionable actions play part in it, she is genuinely not able to grasp the full extent of the situation which is why you get more often comforting head pats as if that will help you to calm down. It isn't like Nezuko is very frightening but she is still someone who goes where you go and who even stalks you, even when you are asleep. Admittedly, she is partially quite protective in doing this too. When you do grow more comfortable around her, she senses that and whilst she may not be able to detect what exactly happened to solve the problem of your feelings, she is happy now that you are feeling happy too and finally stops fussing over you now that there is nothing she feels like she has to worry about.

Kocho Shinobu

🦋Shinobu of course knows about her obsession but she has done well to hide it behind her sweet facade so far, although eventually all secrets have to be exposed in the face of danger. She is such a little menace with her sweet smile but her threatening aura to the point where you are scared of the woman who knows the one or other thing about poisoning someone. There is always something fake about Shinobu in the way she presents herself which keeps you on your toes. I reckon it is probably when she has the heart to open up to you that your perspective slowly changes as you see a vulnerable and genuine side she hasn't shown you before. Shinobu, as witty and quick-minded as ever, recognises how your feelings start changing and feels happy about it. Yes, she is using that a tiny bit to her advantage but at the same time she starts giving you trust she hasn't given you before. A part of her is still fully committed to poisoning you if you were to try to escape her though.

Rengoku Kyojuro

🔥It is not common for a man to choose another man as a romantic partner but Kyojuro brushes off all possible criticism with a fierce enthusiasm that scares the people who had to give their comment in the first place. It is that enthusiasm and his sheer determination that is your problem though as Kyojuro has his beliefs that do not waver. He is convinced that your relationship will work, he is determined that he has to protect you as his lover no matter your own status and sometimes all of this can be downright oppressing. It is just exhausting to argue with him because he will never listen to the words that go against his own determination and conviction. So instead of arguing you at one point just embrace the flames of his feelings as you are too tired to fight against him and that is how you start getting used to him and his behavior. Kyojuro himself is highly pleased as he sees that you start seeing his point of view, as optimistic as ever and more loving now that all tension is gone.

Daki

🌺How can you not love her?! As someone who has been spoiled by her brother and who has always been praised as a beautiful woman, Daki is very entitled as she genuinely believes that you have to love her simply because. The wariness you present her with though is not what she expects and she makes her upset feelings quite clear to you as she insults you, screams at you and throws her temper tantrums where you even get hurt as you are the first man who has not kneeled before her beauty. Accusations and wrong ideas that you do not find her beautiful are in her head and she cries to her brother that she has never been insulted like that before in her life. Honestly, there is no way that the isolation doesn't play a part in your change of heart around Daki. You would do yourself a favor by having that change of heart quick though and in return Daki will do a real 180 as her pride is restored and she feels validated that she can win ever men's heart which then allows her to spoil you and praise you for your adoration.

Kibutsuji Muzan

🩸What gender you are honestly doesn't matter because Muzan will still discriminate against you simply for being a human. He doesn't tolerate anything but obedience and fear in everyone he faces so of course you have to displease him straight away. Human, know your place. He is cruel and terrible but he believes that he has the right to do so due to his own god complex so you get little to no mercy whenever you anger him in any way and as you find out pretty soon, he has a terrible temper. I call Stockholm Syndrome because with the way he treats you, there is no way you would fall willingly in love. Muzan has disciplined and trained you to behave properly after all because your previous behavior was intolerable in his eyes. I'm not saying that he treats you good after his training but he treats you somewhat better for as long as you show him the respect he believes he deserves. Then you may get some praise from his side and more affection as you now know how to behave in his presence.

#yandere demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny #yandere nezuko #yandere kamado nezuko #yandere shinobu #yandere kocho shinobu #yandere kyojuro #yandere rengoku kyojuro #yandere daki #yandere muzan #yandere kibutsuji muzan

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lovries · 1 year

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hey! Hope im not late.

May I have Lucifer with "How long have you been cheating on me?" and "What can I do to make it up to you?" prompt? Like Lucifer cheats on Mc and they just, no screaming, no fighting, just a cold stare, a only question question and finally they just leave taking their son with them and the son maybe hitting his dad (Lucifer)? sorry if its to specific and Thank you! And it's okay if you don't do it :D

⌜ Lucifer ⌟

11. "How long have you been cheating on me?"

32. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

warnings: gn! reader, parent! au ([s/n] = son's name), cheating.

You had tried to just ignore the thoughts that crept into the back of your mind when Lucifer wouldn't return until the early hours, the gut-wrenching feeling you'd get when he told you an obvious lie, the heartbreak of knowing he wasn't thinking of you when he looked at you. You had cried plenty of tears, too many tears, and now all you could do is stare blankly at the wall, your only reprieve being your son.

But you couldn't do this anymore, you couldn't pretend to be happy, pretend to not know. Entering the familiar home office, you made sure to lay your son down before confronting Lucifer. He didn't look up from his paperwork as you cleared his throat, only a hum of acknowledgement that stung harder than a bee.

"How long have you been cheating on me?"

Your words finally caught his attention, and he whipped his head up. His eyes were wide, shock evident on his face. "Wh... What are you talking about?" But what scared Lucifer the most was the plain, cold stare you held. Emotionless, you were exhausted.

"You heard me. How long have you been cheating on me? Do you think I don't know?" Lucifer frantically puts down his pen and rushes to the other side of his desk.

"I- It's not like that, okay, I love you, you know that, right? Right-"

"How. Long." You strain your voice, not wanting to get into an argument— not sure if you'd be able to handle a voice-raising argument.

"..." Lucifer sighs, running a hand through his hair. "A few months..." He's quick to try and find your eyes, "I didn't mean for you to find out, listen, you'll always-" His words get cut off by the sobs of his and yours son, him rushing in and pounding his little fists against his father.

"Wha- Did you tell him?" Lucifer looks pained, not wanting his son to see him like this, but it was too late. Your son had seen you sneak away to cry too many times, had noticed the strange behavior of his father...

"No! They didn't say anything! You're the big meanie!" Your son cries, and your ears are ringing. You try to bring your son towards you, but he is relentless on ragging on Lucifer.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Lucifer begs, and had you been looking, you'd see tears in his eyes. He gets on to his knees, pulling you towards him, trying desperately to get you to look at him. Your son scoffs and tries to push his father off of you.

"Nothing, Lucifer. There is nothing you can do." You whisper, your eyes falling on your son, who's crying for you. "Well, there is one thing..." You pick up your son, stepping away from Lucifer who debates on crawling towards you, begging for your forgiveness. He knows he doesn't deserve it, but he craves it nonetheless. He loves you, or he used to, and he can't bear the idea of you leaving him. He'll break up with them, they didn't mean anything, but nothing he promises seems to capture your full attention, seems to make you believe him.

"Sign the paperwork I send you." Is the last thing you say, "I'll be staying with some family, and I'll be taking [S/n] with me." At the thought of signing divorce paperwork, Lucifer begins to plead in an unsightly manner, fighting for your attention, or any remaining bit of your love. But you don't say another word, simply taking your son and leaving.

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #om x reader #om imagines #om headcanons #omswd x reader #omswd imagines #omswd headcanons #lucifer x reader #obey me angst #om angst #omswd angst #angst #x reader

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sirthisisa-wendys · 11 months

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I AM BITING MY FIST AND SCREAM ABOUT HAND HER OVER II. WE NEED PT2🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

Let's say what happened after pt - since Koko has money & connections, Inupi & his wife were able to escape safely (or maybe not)

Omi's relationship with his wife crashed really bad after what happend. As a big bro,he always took care & protected who was younger - so he felt very ashamed and guilty that he wasn't able to protect his little wife. He know deep inside that what his wife said wasn't true,she didn't blame him but feel that she doesn't deserve so caring and attentive husband and cries a lot. So he do what he should - make sure she know that he madly in love with her and his number one priority

Well, about Mochi. I am afraid of my imagination, so leave it to yours

I think I'm going to leave Mochi's as is! It seems pretty obvious what happens, no thanks to Sanzu.

Hand Her Over II Part 2: Hajime Kokonoi/Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

Hand Her Over Megapost

wc: 2.1k

tw: angst, Koko is in a poly relationship with Inupi and reader, Inupi is the "hinge" in the V, angst, fluff, angst

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Hajime Kokonoi

Inupi sits on the couch, furious.

"It's gone too far," he breathes, holding you close. "Mikey's gone too far."

"I know," Kokonoi echoes, looking down at his feet. He can't be on the other side of the room with his lover. He can't even support the two of you like he wants to. It's a shame; he's not sure how things got this bad, but...

"Listen," you add, sitting up straight. "If Mikey can't control himself, we might be in more danger than we originally thought. I'm not sure we can run forever."

"We could," Inupi murmurs, looking over at you with a sad stare. "But it would cost us."

Kokonoi sighs. He shifts his head onto his hands and tries to think. Where did Mikey stop, and where did the real world begin?

"America." Inupi and you inhale sharply. "I have contacts in America that will help for the right price." Koko stands and twists his long hair around his hand briefly. A bad habit he has to get rid of eventually. "I'll send you both that way and then ensure your tracks are covered."

"You're not coming with us?" The question makes Kokonoi flinch. He could never travel with either of you without Mikey knowing. There was too much hinging on his importance to Bonten. Which is why he can't tag along.

"No," he finally admits. "I... I won't be able to go with you." You burst into tears. Kokonoi's heart wrenches in two; he loves you. He really does. And he loves Inupi. But there's no way that he can go with you two without putting you in danger.

"I'll make sure you two won't have to lift a finger while we're apart." Inupi pulls you into his chest, where you sob. "And..."

"Koko," Inupi breathes. "You don't have to stay."

"I do," he repeats, standing firm. "I'll stay behind to make sure the both of you have the best chance at staying alive and safe." Your tears don't stop, not even when Koko presses a kiss to your forehead and wipes them from your eyes with gentle thumbs. "Take care of Inupi."

You clutch him even closer, and that in itself is a comfort to him. He's felt loved before, but your reluctance to let him go makes him feel adored. "Inupi, take care of her."

"I'm giving you a month to come get us." Inupi stands just a foot away, but it couldn't be any further. Koko already feels the distance in his heart. And it's a raw ache, the type he knows he might never recover from in this lifetime. Inupi joins in, hugging Koko tightly and inhaling his scent one last time.

"Don't forget about us."

"Impossible," Koko laughs, though his eyes prick with tears. "I would never forget about my favorite people in the entire world."

Kokonoi wouldn't be a good partner if he didn't see you two off at the airport. He holds your passports with an iron grip, praying you two would turn around and stay and fight with him. But when he hands them over, Kokonoi understands he's to face his fines creation - Bonten - on his own.

"Call me when you make it," Koko murmurs, adjusting Inupi's scarf and your jacket. "I'll be waiting by the phone."

"Get some rest," you urge him, touching his cheek gently. The ring on your finger will stay there; it's still a symbol of the promise Koko made to your family to provide for you and keep you safe.

"And don't linger by the window," Inupi adds, his own hand sporting a golden band - from Koko, but to anyone outside of the three of them, it'd look like they were a married couple. Koko nods.

"Your flight will be leaving soon." Inupi ushers you away, and Koko watches wistfully, touching his own fake passport in his pocket. I could still go with them. Kokonoi looks at the ticket counter, eyeing the various people clicking away at the keyboards and weighing baggage.

"Wait," Koko whispers, looking back at your retreating figures. "Wait!" You hear him first, turning around to stare at him hopefully. Koko hurries up to the two of you, his hands shaking and his mouth forming soundless words. Inupi frowns as Koko stands in front of you both, his eyes trying to drink their fill of the couple.

"D-don't..." Kokonoi isn't sure if he can say it. "Don't..." You both stand there expectantly, and Koko can see the desire in your eyes. You want him to go with you. And maybe...

"Don't--" Koko's phone begins to buzz angrily. He stops, sucking in a harsh breath. "Don't forget about the time change." Your shoulders slump. Inupi grunts. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, seeing the name scroll across the top. Your teary hiccup is the last thing you muster before pulling free from Inupi and walking toward security. Inupi, ever the cynic, exhales and turns around, but not before muttering,

"You'll always choose him, won't you?"

When Koko picks up the call, Inupi turns away, scrubbing the tears from his eyes.

Takeomi Akashi

It's not like Takeomi to come home drunk in the middle of the day. But he staggers over the threshold, holding himself up by a thread. He hadn't been this bad since Shin died, and yet--

Something shatters when he opens the door, and Takeomi swears. When he looks behind the wooden frame, he sees a little project of yours lying on the floor in a million pieces. Whatever it had been, it's destroyed beyond repair.

"I'll... I'll... fix it," Takeomi mutters, closing the door behind him and gripping the wall for the strength to stand up.

"Not again." An exasperated sigh comes from the kitchen, and Takeomi slides down the wall, trying to take his shoes off. "I'm caring for you every day," you gripe, stomping to meet him in the foyer. "You're a lazy, drunk old man."

Takeomi burps, forgetting his efforts to untie his shoes and leaving them on as he sprawls on the floor. You approach him, face set in a grim line.

"Shoes," he slurs, pointing at his feet. "Can't get 'em off." You silently fume, but your fingers pluck at his laces, untying and undoing all of the work he'd done on them before.

"You come in drunk every day," you hiss angrily. "I have to... clean up after you, and for what?"

"Thanks," Takeomi whispers slowly, feeling your hands tug his shoes off. "Thanks, beh-beh. Shoes were really tight. Hurt." You stoop low and pull him up off the floor - your strength never ceases to amaze him - and he stumbles along with you to the bedroom. He hiccups a few times as he drags his feet, but Takeomi's mind is working at a mile a minute. It's his body that isn't responding properly.

"Y'know," he begins, wiping his mouth. "I could... we should do that thing people do when they're... together." You slide him onto the bed without responding, your eyes averted from his face. "We could... should... watch some TV and trash talk... shitty people."

"No TV," you murmur, taking off his tie and tossing it aside. "You need to watch TV like you need another hole in your head."

Takeomi laughs, pointing at each hole - two ears, one mouth, two nostrils... he has five already! "Maybe I need an extra one to round it out," he replies, leaning back on the bed and sighing. "Could use another one for all of these thoughts." You don't reply again, shifting him onto the bed fully and covering him with the sheets.

"Sleep it off," you command Omi, and he obeys, pretending to fall asleep immediately while making loud snoring noises. You grunt, putting a pillow over his face, and he laughs as he takes it off.

"Funny girl." You shake your head, the look of displeasure still on your face, and get up from the bed all in one movement. So graceful.

"I'll be in the kitchen. Shout if you need me." Takeomi opens his mouth to shout, but you add, "If it's an emergency."

"It is," he whines. "It's an emergency when you're not here."

"I'll be in the kitchen," you say again. "Five-alarm level emergencies only."

"What about six alarms?" You roll your eyes and give him a playful swat before leaving the bedroom. Takeomi debates on whether he should shout your name for the hell of it or just keep quiet and let you work on whatever you did when he wasn't here. He opts for the latter and lays back in the bed. His head is thumping with the blood that's pumping behind his eyes.

"Ugh..." Right now, Takeomi wants to swear off drinking for good. The hangover is never worth it. Takeomi exhales sharply, then resigns himself to sleep, like he should.

He wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. It's hot in the room, and... his hand feels around in the darkness. You're not there.

"Baby?" Takeomi gets up out of bed slowly, trying not to trip over himself or anything else he may have left on the floor. "Babe?" His throat is parched, and he feels like death... but he needs to ensure you're okay first.

Something tugs in his gut when he hears a soft sob, and he opens the door fully before stumbling into the light of the foyer. He holds his breath and peers around the corner, finding you at the kitchen table, holding your phone to your ear as you cry.

"No, no," you choke out. "It's just... I know everything is weighing on Omi. He comes home drunk most afternoons, and I..." You break off, then sniff. "I take care of him because I know everything was so stressful, and I love him. I just don't think he loves me anymore." Takeomi clenches his jaw. Here you are, worried to death about him when your assumptions couldn't be further from the truth.

Takeomi enters the kitchen nonchalantly as if he hadn't heard what you just said. He yawns, wiping his face, then sees you wiping your eyes quickly and whispering, "I'll call you later" into the phone.

"You alright, Omi?" you wonder, standing up from the kitchen table. Takeomi shrugs, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

"Throat's sore as hell." He takes a few swigs, then turns to you.

"I can make you some tea if you want," you reply, smiling. Your nose is still red, but Takeomi can forgive that.

"I need a hug and a kiss." He opens his arms for you, and you oblige, leaning into his embrace and tucking your semi-wet face into his skin. "And a kiss?"

At his reminder, you lift your face, close your eyes, and pucker your lips. But Takeomi doesn't kiss you. Instead, he wipes your wet eyes, staring down at your puffy face in adoration.

"Why do you cry, my sweet?" he whispers, and you open your eyes. You look so sad, so forlorn, so dismayed. Takeomi's heart stops at the sight. "Are you upset with me?"

"No," you affirm, shaking your head. "Never."

"Then why are these tears running down my baby's face?" Takeomi wipes the fresh ones and clicks his tongue as you press your face back into his chest. "This won't do," he coos at you, stooping to pick you up. He scoops you into his arms and carries you to the bed, holding you against his chest even as he sits down on the comfy king. He positions you so your head is on his chest and you're straddling him; his hands run over your back and caress whatever he can touch.

"You know," Takeomi begins, regaining some sensibility. "I once had an awful time with my brother. Couldn't take care of him for shit. The guilt ate me up for years." Takeomi swallows hard. "Thought I had gotten past it." The unspoken fact that he still hadn't gotten past it didn't need to be mentioned. You knew already.

"Anyway, you shouldn't beat yourself up over all this." Takeomi strokes your hair carefully, leaning back onto the headboard. "This one was all me."

"Omi," you whimper, but he shushes you.

"I can handle it." His shoulders slump. "I'll take the blame for this. But you're my number one priority."

"But you'll drink--"

"No," Takeomi asserts. "It's not helping." You pull away from him, leaving his chest a wet, cold mess. You sniff and look up at him, holding his face between your hands.

"We should see someone about this. About everything."

"I'd do that for you." He takes your hand and kisses each fingertip, savoring the feeling of the unique fingerprint rubbing against his skin. What would he have done if you'd been taken away from him like Shin? "For us." He tilts your chin up with tender fingers. "And I still love you." And he kisses you like he means it.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #hajime kokonoi #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi

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neteyamyawne · 1 year

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Girl let me tell you, you absolutely ate those Jake x Reader x Neytiri up

I had 2 ideas, you don’t have to write them if you don’t want to cause they are angsty but I just wanted to share them with someone else

1. Jake x Metkayina Fem Reader x Neytiri where they mate right before everything happens and instead of Ronal’s soul sister dying its the reader’s soul brother, and the reader is completely heartbroken and breaks down like ronal but instead of the whole “What is this Tonowari” its directed at Jake and Neytiri. The reader feels betrayed and angry at Jake and Neytiri because she feels like they brought this upon her and the people but then after everything happens they reconcile.

2. Jake x Omaticaya Reader x Neytiri where instead of the Neteyam the reader gets shot and she dies and then after their reactions and how they greive type thing

A/n : thank you so much, I'm glad you loved my Fics 🥹 the second request will be in head canons and should probably be posted in a few days, I hope this fic doesn't feel like it's hurried, I hope y'all like it 🥰

Yengwal ♡✦

Pairing : Jake x fem!reader x Neytiri

Summary : 1. Request

Gentle 💚

❈ Warning : death of tulkun, angst, war , maybe mention of blood, grief, fighting, crying, fluffy end.

❈ Word count : 1.5k not proof read

"Word" - dialogue

❈ Note : this might feel like it's hurried but I wrote this in between working on other things 😭 so idk, please let me know if you feel something is off, I'll work on it.

❈ Glossary : y/n -your name, y/t/n - your tulkun name, tsurak - warrior's mount, ole ngati kameie - I see you, yawne - beloved , tiyawn - love, tsawksyul - sun flower

Tears streamed down your eyes as you floated on your ilu besides your now dead spirit brother, your heart shattering piece by piece as the time passed by, you pressed your head against his eye, a scream clawing its way up your throat, your cries piercing Jake's and Neytiri's heart, you wailed for your spirit brother, sharply turning around as you screamed at your mates "you brought this upon us, my spirit brother is dead because of you, it is your fault" your voice cracked in the end, turning to hug your brother for a last time, Ronal swam towards you, enveloping your shaking body in her arms as you cried in her neck, your heart too broken to form words, the drizzle of rain doing nothing but showing the tip of the sorrow what you felt.

You stood besides Ronal and tonowari, rage kindled in your chest, bubbling its way up, the clan swarmed in revolt, screaming for revenge against the killing of your tulkun, angry tears still ran down your cheeks, neytiri walked towards you as she tried to grab your arm but took a step back, hissing at her "do not touch me, you- you betrayed me" her face fell, eyes filled with sadness, Jake stood beside her, his voice wavering as he tried to explain but you were beyond that "y/n please listen to me, we didn't meant-" but you cut them of, as you yelled "you knew, you brought this to us, my brother is dead because of you Jake! He was my family!" He tried to grab your hand but you wrenched it out of his grip, coiling back, hot tears streaming down as you wailed in grief.

Jake tried his best to make you and the clan understand but no one listened, finally after minutes yelling Jake had enough when he told the others about the tracker making sure to tell them about the dangers that trail behind it, soon the whole of metkayina dived into the sea to inform the other tulkuns .

You sat with Ronal in her mauri, grief squeezing your heart, Jake and neytiri tried talking to you but tonowari said it was best they didn't seeing your state, neytiri wanted nothing but to hold you close to her, comfort you in your saddened state but you refused to see their faces, Jake was miserable, he felt guilty for this, he couldn't help but think it was his fault that this was happening, his mate, who is he promised that he'll keep her happy, was hurt because of him.

Time went by agonizingly slow, you were seated in a corner not speaking to anyone, dried stains of tears peppered your cheeks, your sniffles sounded once in a while, hurried steps sounded outside the pod, Jake and neytiri stumbled into the mauri, their breaths labored as they spoke in a quick voice "the kids- the kids are in danger, they are trying to save a tulkun, your children are there too" you were brought out your thoughts by that, immediately standing up as you walked towards them, worry filled your voice as you spoke "what are saying, ma'Jake? Are you sure?" He nodded, holding you by your shoulder, neytiri took your hand in hers, even if your anger towards them was still present but your worry for the children made you forget it.

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You were on your tsurak besides Jake, neytiri flew above you, the demon who held lo'ak at gunpoint spoke with Jake, words were faint, but in the end he shrugged his gun down, hissing at something you couldn't hear, he looked at locking eye contact but he shook his head, something was wrong, my eyes widened when he started moving forward, he was giving himself up, you called out before it was too late "ma'Jake-" but ,a tulkun shot out of the ocean, slamming onto the ship, taking our chance, we raged forward with a war cry.

You got onto the ship to help neteyam free lo'ak , tuk and tsireya, pulling tuk in my arms you kissed her forehead, ushering everyone to escape but lo'ak pulled back " we have to save spider, we can't leave him here" you looked at neteyam, the boy conflicted but he sighed nodding, you warned them to be safe and to turn back anytime in a risky situation, you took tsireya and tuk back down, swimming to safety, relieved to meet kiri inbetween, but your relief was short lived as two talons grabbed your shoulder bringing you up, your screams were unheard, seconds later you were thrown onto the ship, your struggle were in vain as they strapped you to the railing. Hours passed, kiri, tsireya and tuk tried to save you but the soldiers caught on first, now kiri and tuk were bound beside me while tsireya was thrown into the pool, the demon that kept us captured spoke with Jake, his voice low but soon he got into action.

You stood with a knife against my throat, the demon behind you pressing it harder into your neck, Jake had one of his hand cuffed onto the orange strap, you jerked your body to get out of his grip but before anything happened neytiri pounced out with a tawtute in her arms, a knife held in her own hands, the man behind you stilled, clearly feared for the boy's life as he spoke "you think i care for him? We're not even the same species" his words were bluff, and neytiri saw through it , suddenly she brought down the knife against the boy's chest and the hold on you was released, he pushed your body away as Jake caught you, neytiri pushed the boy away too, walking away towards tuk, you all slowly backing away.

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Jake fought with the demon while you, neytiri and tuk were stuck inside the tunnel you fell into, desperate to search your way out but none seem to be in sight, heaving the door open you went inside but it hit a dead end, turning back to open the door but the pressure was too strong and it wouldn't budge, swimming back to tuk and neytiri, you held them close to you, tears welled in your eyes as you pulled back to look at neytiri, she had tears of her own falling down her cheek, a sob wrenched out of you, as your hurtful words said earlier crashed back to you " I'm sorry, tiri, I'm so sorry, i didn't mean it" she didn't say anything pulling you back into the hug, kissing your forehead, she sighed finally forming words "it was not your fault, i understand yawne, your grief was too great, I'm sorry for bringing this on you" you shook your head vigorously, another sob spilling out, with a crack in your voice you spoke "no, the only thing you brought to me was love, nothing more, it is the demons fault my y/t/n is dead, not yours, not Jake's, ole ngati kameie ma'tiri" pressing your forehead against hers, she smile "ole ngati kameie, ma' y/n"

And tuk joined into the hug, squealing at the conversation.

Kiri soon found you, helping all three of you out of the sinking ship, coming up on the surface you saw Jake, neteyam and lo'ak on payakan, swimming forward joining them, Jake pulled you in for hug then neytiri, you sighed closing your eyes as finally everything was over, letting the overwhelming feeling subside in presence of your family, it would all be alright, it would all be okay.

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You sat with Jake and neytiri in your mauri, the kids fast asleep, it's been days after the battle and you kept your distance for a while, but now you couldn't stay away for to long, soon enough you pulled them in for a hug, and they didn't hold back, your voice near whisper as you spoke "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I didn't hear what I was saying, it was never your fault, you only brought love and happiness in my life, I'm so sorry " Jake smiled nuzzling his head in your hair, kissing your temple lightly before he started "it is alright yawne, you were hurt, we are not mad at you at all, we understand your pain tiyawn" Neytiri nodded kissing your cheek, resting a hand on the side of your face, wiping your tears away with her thumb, her voice soft as she said "you were angry and you were right for it, we love you no matter what, and we are sorry for the hurt we inflicted on you, tsawksyul, I'm happy eywa helped us come together again" her smile radiant, you pulled back, looking at your mates, considering yourself blessed to have such partners like them.

The night was spent with apologies and loving words, both Jake and Neytiri held you tight in their arms as all three of you swayed in the hammock, Jake's tail lightly thumping on your abdomen while Neytiri's wrapped around your ankle, slumber pulled you in, with no thoughts scrambling in your mind you relaxed giving inn, content in your mates arms, peace surrounding the mauri.

A/n : the second part of this request is still being written so be patient it will be posted soon 🤭🥰 thank you so much for your love and support, for being tagged comment on the pinned post on my acc ☺️

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xoxoavenger · 1 year

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Hiii can I please request Jack Thompson x female reader who has powers like Scarlett witch. You can decide what happens etc. thank youuu 💕

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pairing: Jack Thompson x Fem!Reader

word count: 3322

warnings: some angst but also the fluff

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Y/N woke up screaming.

She woke up screaming most nights, which is why she sacrificed extra money to live on her own, why she almost ruined her friendship with Peggy because she couldn't accept the offer of living with her. It's why she was terrified to spend the night with her boyfriend, Jack. There had been countless nights over the nine months where she had caught herself almost asleep, about to spend the night, before she realized what the hell was happening and left, despite Jack's protests.

"I can sleep in the other room,"

He thought it was about modesty.

She always made up excuses to leave, kissing him as passionately as she dared to try and assuage his mind. It didn't change the fact that at the end of the day, she was terrified that she was going to have one of those stupid nightmares and wake up screaming, and man would that scare Jack off.

She knew everyone had nightmares. But not everyone had these kinds of nightmares.

"You're not coming with me!" Steve yelled at her. They were in the plane on the way to rescue Bucky and the rest of the POWs Hydra had taken. Bucky's family had taken Y/N in when she was young, her father having never been around and her mother dying from some sort of illness.

"Bucky is my brother! I'm not leaving him!" She knew he would never leave her, would never give up if it had been her in his place.

"You're not apart of this!" Steve shook his head at her, and she frowned.

"Just because I'm not in the army doesn't meant that I can't help!" She cried. "I've been with you guys since the beginning! I'm just as much apart of this as you!" Steve wasn't hearing it.

In real life, she had grabbed a parachute and jumped out of the plane after Steve. In real life she had snuck into the compound quickly. In real life, she went straight to Bucky while Steve was left behind fighting. Her dream showed none of this. Her subconscious didn't care.

"Bucky! Oh my God!" She screamed, going to his side. He barely moved his head, and was quickly trying to free him.

"Y/N?" He muttered, voice hoarse and body pale.

"What did they do to you?" She questioned, still trying to free the restraints.

"You have to go," He said as she got one arm done. He sat up, grabbing her hand. "Please, they're coming," He begged, but she wasn't listening.

"Steve's taking care of it, don't worry-"

In her dream, every night, they shoot Bucky. In her dream, they take her and do unspeakable things.

In real life Bucky wasn't shot, just electrocuted. In real life, she was knocked out quickly. In real life, she was barely conscious when these things happened. In real life, she can only remember these things happening when she goes to sleep.

In her dream she is vividly living through it.

Sometimes she wakes up when they shoot Bucky. She wakes up and has to remind herself that Steve was successful a few months later. That they only had Y/N for half the time they had Bucky, that Bucky didn't die there, he died later on and now Steve is dead and-

It usually doesn't work.

She knows Hydra did experiments on her. She's still finding out about those.

"Good morning," Peggy smiles as Y/N steps into the office, putting her things down on her desk. They both know that the only reason they are the only two girls in the office is because the government felt bad about the damage that wreaked havoc on their lives.

Welcome to the 40s.

"Good morning," Y/N tried to be smiley, but she wasn't getting enough sleep to do this over and over again everyday.

There was no way she could tell people what she was going through. No one would understand.

"Jack came in a couple minutes ago, went straight to the back. He seems to be a bit on the wrong side this morning." Peggy was still smiling, but this information made Y/N want to scream.

Of course Jack was upset this morning. The fight they had gotten into at three A.M. was definitely responsible for that.

"What happened?" Peggy asked, mood immediately shifting as she took in the look on her best friend's face. Peggy was insanely good at reading people, and after all that the two had gone through she could read Y/N like a book.

"Well," Y/N briefly thought about lying, but one look at her best friend's face told her she had to tell the truth. "It's a long story." She tired, but Peggy just glared.

"It's a good thing our desks are right next to each other, isn't it?" Peggy questioned, already prepared for that answer. Y/N nodded, taking her spot across from Peggy.

"Jack wanted me to spend the night last night, since it was so late. And as much as I want to, there's just too much going on right now." Y/N tried not to think of the look on Jack's face when she had slipped up, when her eyes went red and her hands began to glow.

He was terrified.

"That's not a long story." Peggy commented as she began to go through the paperwork stacked on her desk. Y/N took a deep breath and avoided Peggy's eyes.

"I'm having nightmares." Maybe if she told part of the truth, Peggy would let her off the hook.

"You've had nightmares since you met Jack. What else is going on?" She looked at Y/N then, squinting as if she were trying to preform an X-Ray with her naked eyes. "Are you," She led off, eyes briefly trailing to Y/N's midsection.

"No!" She shrieked, probably too loudly, because the other men turned to stare. "It's not that." Y/N looked down at her hands, the ones that had started to glow. The ones that scared Jack.

She never wanted to hurt Jack. She knew he would never hurt her, that he would try and kill anyone for putting their hands on her, but she never thought she would see the look of fear in his eyes when he looked at her.

"Then what is it?" Peggy asked, still going through the papers. Y/N began to copy the motion, hoping that if she were doing something normal this next part would seem better somehow.

"Do you remember when I was captured by Hydra?" Y/N asked. Of course she knew Peggy remembered. They both knew that even though they never talked about what happened over the war, they remembered every detail.

"Yes," Peggy answered, slowing her work. She knew that what Y/N was about to say was important, much more important than nightmares.

"They were trying to recreate the serum. They tested it on Bucky, but we never found out if it actually worked." She took a deep breath, because she was about to drop a truth that she probably should have told Peggy, and Steve, when she was first rescued. "They tested it on me too."

She had whispered the words, but she knew Peggy heard them. Even as she was silent, Y/N knew the sentence had gotten across.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, sounding confused. "I'm not sure I understand. You were tested on by Hydra?"

"From what I remember." Y/N answered, not looking at her friend.

"Why didn't you tell us?" The us in that situation was clear, and Y/N tried to block out the fact that half of that group was dead.

"One of you already knew." Y/N tried to be funny, but it was clear it didn't land.

"Why are you telling me this now?" Peggy tried not to sound brash, but she was confused as to why Y/N was bringing this up now, when she was supposed to be talking about the fight with Jack.

"Something has been happening." Y/N closed her eyes, no longer feeling the need to pretend she was doing work. "It started when the nightmares got worse, and then there was a tingling in my hands." She looked down, willing the red power to come to the surface just a bit. She lifted a hand to show it, pulling it back once Peggy saw. Her eyes widened, and Y/N couldn't look at her anymore.

"Y/N,"

"I don't know what's happening to me." She whispered, tears in her eyes. "And last night, Jack was upset that I couldn't stay the night. I started to tell him about the nightmares, but I got too emotional and it happened." She took a deep breath, looking up and away.

"What did he do?" She asked, and Y/N just shook her head.

"He was terrified." She shrugged, as if that were the obvious answer. Her throat was closing with emotion and her eyes were beginning to well with tears.

"Of you?" Peggy asked, because she was sure there was no way Jack actually was scared of Y/N. She had seen the way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world. Peggy would have never thought that Jack would even think about being afraid of Y/N in any way.

"Yes. And who wouldn't be?" Y/N got up, not able to stay at her desk any longer.

"Are you sure that he was afraid of you?" Peggy questioned, sure that Y/N must've been mistaken.

"What else would it have been?" Y/N asked. Peggy didn't have the answer, but soon the Chief was coming over anyway. They had to end the conversation quickly, but one look from Peggy told Y/N this wasn't going away.

"I need you two to go on a stakeout." He had said, and Y/N just stared, waiting for the rest of that assignment. "We need more information about one of the targets. Here's the file, read in the car." He dropped the file on Y/N's desk, and she just nodded, watching the chief walk back to his office.

"Looks like we're going out today."

"Where's Y/N?" Jack had asked when he had finally gotten out the the interrogation the Chief had made him do. He had gotten to the office early in the morning, hoping to catch when Y/N had come in. He desperately needed to talk to her, but he knew better than to follow her home last night.

"Why, did you not get enough last night?" One of the guys asked, and Jack rolled his eyes. Him and Y/N had tried to keep their relationship a secret, but it was obvious after awhile. Although they weren't big on PDA, the boys still loved to give Jack shit.

"I know you want to live vicariously through me, Jenkins, so I regret to inform you that I actually need to talk to her." Jack shot back, not in the mood for a witty comeback.

"Chief sent her and Peggy on a stakeout." Daniel told Jack, knowing that his friend was going to be pissed.

"Where?" Jack was packing his stuff when the Chief came out.

"You're not going anywhere, butterfly boy." Jack tried not to show his anger at the nickname. "You didn't finish your paperwork." He nodded to the papers on Jack's desk.

"You only told me to do the interrogation." Jack said, knowing that everyone was watching now. "You don't understand, I seriously need to talk-"

"I don't care," Chief Dooley admitted, making Jack have to take a deep breath. "You're at work, Thompson. You can talk to your girlfriend later." Everyone went back to their own work with a couple chuckles, and Jack walked to his desk, trying to forget about his personal problems.

"Why do you need to talk to Y/N so bad?" Daniel asked as he walked over to Jack's desk. The two had gotten closer more recently, and although he knew he shouldn't ask, he wanted to be a good friend.

"We got in an argument last night, and I did something I shouldn't have." Jack knew that it was miscommunication, that the look of fear he displayed was not received in the way he meant it.

He wasn't afraid for himself. He was concerned for Y/N. It was clear she wasn't okay, that she was terrified, and he would do anything to take that away from her. He wasn't afraid of her. He was afraid for her.

But of course he couldn't tell Daniel about that.

"And that's urgent?" Daniel didn't want to be rude, it just came out. He had never heard that the couple had gotten into an argument that couldn't wait before - they always put work first and figured their own problems out later.

"It's complicated." Jack muttered, starting the paperwork.

"Sounds like it." Jack closed his eyes and cracked his neck, trying not to take a jab at Daniel.

"How's Peggy?" He asked instead of saying something he knew he would regret.

"Ha ha." Daniel rolled his eyes and walked away, knowing he wasn't getting the full story.

Jack needed to talk to Y/N. He had to explain.

"This is a fool's work." Peggy complained as they sat outside of the cafe. They were waiting to see Michael Carlye come out of the office, because as soon as he did they were to grab a file from his desk and leave.

"Well, at least it gives us something to do." Y/N muttered as she took a sip of her drink.

"Maybe you should talk to Jack." Peggy offered, staring at the door still.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that terrified look on his face really meant 'I want to talk all about this.'" Y/N didn't wait for Peggy's response, because all the sudden Michael was walking out of the building, whistling and not even knowing that the SSR was out for him.

Wordlessly, the two got up, leaving their drinks and a couple dollars before walking across the street.

"Let's do this quickly," Peggy grumbled as they slid right by security. The only perk of being a woman in the 40s - no one suspects shit.

"What were you saying about quick?" Y/N teased as they waltzed right into the unlocked office. "I can't believe he just keeps this shit out like that." She said, grabbing the file out of the first drawer in his desk. "I mean seriously, this guy is," She trailed off as she heard Peggy whipping out her gun, turning to see a man in the doorway with a pistol pointing toward them.

"Drop the file, and I'll pretend I never saw you." The man said with a gross sneer.

"Drop the gun and I won't shoot you." Peggy fired back, gun steady in her hands.

"That wasn't an option." The man said. Just as he shot, Y/N dropped the file and put her hands up, not even thinking as she stopped the bullet just before it hit Peggy.

"Shit," Y/N whispered, not even sure how she had done it. "What do I do?" Just as she had asked Peggy, the man tried to turn around and yell, but Y/N shot out her other hand and pulled the door shut.

"What are you?" The man screamed, and Y/N just blinked, not sure how to answer that.

"What do I do?" She asked Peggy again. They knew it was only a matter of time before someone came and tried to see what the commotion was.

"We have to run!" Peggy said, but she was still holding the gun up.

"He knows!" Y/N cried, dropping the bullet. There was no way to spin the tale of her stopping a bullet midair.

"You're the only one that knows," Peggy walked forward, standing in front of Y/N. "So if this gets out, I will find you, and we will ruin your life." The girls heard shouting and they knew their time was up.

"Out the window." Y/N instructed, using her new found magic to flip up the window and was jumping out. Peggy jumped out as well, and just as she was about to shut the door Y/N remember the file. She quickly reached out with her magic and grabbed it, sliding it through the window as Peggy shut it.

"What a nice office view." Y/N said, realizing they were a foot away from a narrow alley.

"Back to the office?" Peggy offered, slipping into the alley.

"Do we have to?" Y/N asked, knowing what was waiting at the office.

"Well," Peggy started, but they heard yelling from behind them. The girls turned to see some men coming at them, the dumbs who tried to shoot them in the front leading the group.

"Shit," Y/N muttered, because they were trapped. She could use her powers, but she didn't know exactly what that would entail.

"You have to do something," Peggy muttered, because they were very out numbered.

"I don't know what I can do." Y/N admitted, but when the first gunshot went off she caught it, anger beginning to boil in her veins. Without thinking, going based off her rage, she pushed her other hand toward the group and let herself explode. The two girls watched as the men blinked before opening their eyes, pupils red.

"What did you do?" Peggy asked, walking toward them.

"No idea." Y/N ran past them, not sure how long the men would be out.

"She's here." Daniel muttered as he walked past Jack's desk, trying not to laugh as Jack practically fell out of his chair trying to turn around. He got up and quickly walked over to her, feeling bad for thanking God that she was looking for the Chief and not looking at him.

"Y/N," He called when she was close enough that he knew she wouldn't run. He watched her eyes widen as she turned to him. He was about to speak when he realized she was close to tears.

"Jack, I'm so sorry," She started, moving her hand to grab his arm but then aborting the motion, looking in his eyes for fear.

"What happened?" He asked, looking over to Peggy, who had a barely contained look of shock and something else that Jack didn't have the time for right now. "Why are you sorry?" That got her to stop in her tracks. Peggy continued on, probably to debrief the Chief. Y/N was thankful they had thought of their alibi in the car.

"What do you mean?" She looked genuinely confused and slightly scared, and Jack grabbed her hand and walked her to an interrogation room for privacy. "Jack, I'm so sorry, I-"

"For what?" He asked again, confused was to why Y/N was apologizing. He was the one that needed to apologize.

"Everything," A couple tears fell down her cheeks and she quickly wiped her cheeks, not looking at him.

"Sweetheart," Jack tried to smile to somehow make Y/N feel better. "I need to apologize." He admitted, putting his hands on her face and pulling her face up to make her look at him.

"It's all my fault," She said as way of explanation, causing Jack to just shake his head. "I didn't know-"

"Y/N," Jack grabbed her hand, pulling her close and trying to get her to calm down. "I wasn't afraid of whatever is going on," He cringed at his word choice.

"That's the problem; I don't know what's going on." She whispered, sounding unhinged. Jack understood why, but he was fighting not to tale a step back. Y/N would never hurt him - he knew this. He trusted her.

"We can figure it out, I promise." He put a hand on her cheek, trying to figure out the best way to comfort her. "Whatever is going on, I'll be here." He hoped she believed him, because he knew he meant it.

"Right," She smiled, but it didn't seem full. "About, um, that," She looked toward the door, knowing that right now Peggy was telling the Chief all about their fake story.

"We'll work on it." Jack smirked, reading her mind. She nodded, tilting her head up and letting him press his lips to hers.

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masterqwertster · 8 months

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Put the Guy in a Situation Prompt #54 – with Ashton and Orym, maybe something to do with Ashton’s time working with the Clasp coming back to haunt them?

Prompt 54 Kidnapping Not a bad idea, but I don't think Ashton is in the shit with the Clasp. Otherwise wearing their symbol on a patch on his original outfit would have been a bad idea. Orym, however, is in the shit with the Nameless Ones. So let's play with that just a little bit.

Getting hit with a paralyzing dart and stuffed in a burlap sack is not an experience Orym can ever say he wanted to have. Yet here he is anyways.

From what he can gather of his kidnappers' conversation, they're hoping to cash in his bounty set by the Nameless Ones. Which is a little bit surprising since his appearance has changed some, though not drastically. Then again, he has a distinctive full-sleeve tattoo, so that's a pretty good identifier.

The paralytic the duo used is quite effective, as it's been a few minutes and Orym still doesn't seem to have recovered any maneuverability. So instead of making an escape attempt, Orym focuses on listening, trying to gather as much information as he can about the areas they're moving through and where their destination might be.

It's as they're moving through a quieter area where Orym can only hear the plodding gait of the half-giant carrying the sack he's in and the quick step of the short tiefling who seems to be running this show, that there's a sharp whistle and the weighty thunk of something hitting the cobblestones behind them. His captors come to a halt, with at least the half-giant turning to face whoever called for their attention.

"You've grabbed one of mine, and I want him the fuck back," Orym hears Ashton call out, voice a rumbling threat.

"Don't know what you're talkin' about, friend," the tiefling deflects. Orym can feel the sway of the sack as the half-giant shifts just a bit.

"I think you know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about," Ashton calls back.

Then Orym can hear scraping and Ashton's heavy tread. It takes him a moment to realize the thud earlier must have been Ashton dropping their hammer's head to the ground, and the scraping sound now is them dragging it along the ground as they advance.

"I really don-"

"We can do this the Easy Way, where you let him go and I let you fuck off in one piece to whatever fucking hole you crawled out of," Ashton interrupts the second attempt to sway him away.

"Or," there's the whoosh of sound as Ashton swings their hammer up, the impact of the haft landing heavily in their free hand, "the Hard Way, where I take back what's fucking mine and you live or die depending on how bad you piss me off."

There's a breath of silence.

Then Orym hits the ground painfully, the sack dropped, as heavy footsteps thunder towards each other and the burning scent of magic hits the air.

It's... incredibly difficult to follow a fight mostly by sound. Orym can hear the impacts, the spattering of blood on the ground, the grunts and cries of pain. But it's tricky to tell who's taking the hit and who's dishing it out. Though he knows Ashton must be pushing their way closer to him, because he can feel their lucky magic settling around him, trying to help him burn through the paralytic.

Orym is finally starting to worm his way out of the burlap sack when things finally go silent again. He stills, muscles tensing in preparation to struggle, squirm, and scream if his kidnappers have managed to fell Ashton.

Thankfully, it's the genasi's heavy footsteps that approach him, their slightly bloodied face that greats him when the sack is opened.

"I realize you're pocket-sized, but try not to get snatched again, yeah? I'm pretty sure Fearne would fucking kill me if I let you get stolen," they drawl with a lazy grin.

"Yeah. 'Special famous' isn't fun," Orym replies with his own weary grin, accepting the offered hand to lift him out of the burlap sack.

Best to finish up business and be on their way before Round 2 becomes necessary.

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year

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go on, claim my heart: chapter twenty-nine

see my masterpost for what came before this.

Vax stands there, frozen, as Percy falls apart in his sister's arms. His blood still pumps deafeningly in his ears, yet he feels cold, ice and marble instead of flesh and bone. This, his mind tells him dimly, is a preservation strategy; by becoming inanimate, he cannot feel, and if he cannot feel, he cannot explode, cannot shatter into shrapnel and tear this man, his friend, and an innocent teenage girl to shreds.

Because mere moments ago, his daughter was here. He heard her cries, saw her balled fists wave through the air. He was so godsdamned close to having his hands on her, to pulling her into his chest like a dragon jealously guarding its hoard, and once again he failed to save her. So he stands here, not breathing, not blinking, not feeling, because though his mind knows well that this moment is earth-shattering for Percy, his heart wants little more than to rip the two on the floor from their embrace and force them forward, to scream into Percy's face about why they are here, about what they still have left to do.

His sister, his wonderful other half, who knows him better than he knows himself, steps forward and places a hand on his shoulder, and it is only then that he realizes he's trembling. "Percival," she says quietly, "we have to go."

Percy looks up from Cassandra's shoulder, face red and eyes narrowed into slits. Vax sees the outrage and is more than ready to counter it with his own, but Cassandra speaks first, wiping at her wet face. "She's right, brother. You're needed with them. The baby—Vilya. she needs you."

"I cannot let you from my sight," Percy whispers, his voice cracking, and all at once, the fight is sapped from Vax's muscles. Of course he knows Percy's terror; it has been the only thing animating his body from the moment he awoke nearly a week ago. Percy has dealt with this horror for so many years, and Vax cannot begrudge him his reluctance to leave.

"Grog, Scanlan." Vax turns to face the men in question, who blink in surprise. "Take Cassandra into the woods. Guard her with your lives. Find a tree on the western edge of the grounds large enough for us to use to get home. We will find you when we..." He can't finish the thought.

He doesn't have to. Scanlan nods. "We'll take care of her," he says to Percy, and Vax cannot believe how sure he is that they will. Percy stands, pulling his sister up with him, and after one more bone-crushing hug, he nudges her toward the guard and the jester.

Just then, the massive white tiger with them in the hall snarls viciously and breaks into a run, tearing off toward the front entrance to the castle. Vax sighs—she has waited long enough—and sprints after her, not even bothering to see if the others are following suit. Keyleth's feline limbs are long and powerful, and it takes all of his strength to push on after her, to not let her get too far ahead. She bursts through the massive front doors as if they weren't imposing slabs of thick oak and presses forward down the steps and onto the front lawns.

"KEYLETH!" he calls after her, and her head twists to growl at him, her gait not slowing at all. "I KNOW THE WAY!"

That, at least, slows her a bit, giving him the space to catch up. He looks over his shoulder to see Percy and Vex giving chase, poor Pike struggling to catch up. He stops and shouts for Keyleth to do the same. Miraculously, she listens, and when the others arrive, Vax scoops Pike up to sit on Keyleth's back. "Hang on," he warns her, and then he sets off at a run again, charging toward the entrance to the Briarwoods' underground operation.

Keyleth keeps abreast of him as they dart across the lawn, shrouded in the darkness of night as they close in on their target. Vax's stomach sinks when he spies a line of guards around the storm cellar entrance. He starts to slow his pace, preparing to confer with the others about a plan of attack, but then he notices Keyleth gaining speed, charging the guards without an ounce of hesitation. It is hard not to notice the rapid approach of a thundering tiger, gleaming white in the moonlight, but they offer little resistance as she cuts through them like butter, all teeth and claws against their paltry swords and armor.

Vax skids to a startled halt to watch; the night air soon smells of blood, which coats her muzzle and paws, dripping and vulgar. Still, he cannot be horrified by the sight; he thinks of all the times he's failed her, of all the ways her nation's enemies have sought to strike her down, and there is nothing but relief at the notion that this ferocity, this savagery exists within her, that when he is unable to do so, she will be able to put her teeth to her foes' throats and tear their heads from their shoulders.

His wife, a princess, a beast, clears the way, and Vax leads them down into the tunnels. As they run, Vax can hear them, the distant cries of his daughter. He pumps his legs harder, and the group tumbles into the first cavern, which is now empty, any workers gone for the night. Vax thanks the Raven Queen for the good fortune and motions for the others to follow him forward into the tunnel that leads to the chamber with the altar. There is no time for caution, for stealth; the group spills out into the cavern, heaving chests and darting eyes, and Vax's attention is first drawn to the shrouded cage in the corner, where the victims he'd failed to free shout and scream.

Vax's eyes follow their flailing arms up to the altar, where they land on a sight that makes his heart stop. Up on the dais, behind the altar of green glass, an older man, slightly hunched over, holds his daughter in both hands, barely cradling her head as he lays her down on the hard surface. His breath catches in his throat as this man picks up an object from the altar, just above Vilya's head, and as he twists his wrist to examine it, the light from the torches reflects off of the blade of a long, black-handled athame.

One ear is rocked by deafening booms while the other can just barely make out the whisper of two arrows as both Percy and Vex fire at the man from behind Vax's shoulders. The party gasps in horror as their projectiles suddenly curve away just a second or two later, as if ricocheted off of an invisible wall. Vax looks to the others, confused, but it is Pike, still astride Keyleth's back, who points behind them and shouts, "Look!"

Vax whips around, daggers in hand. There, stepping from the shadows toward them, a manic grin on her face, is a woman in a dress the color of a bruise and long gloves the color of moonlight. Her spidery fingers are curled open in the air, and as she steps closer, the villain Vax instinctively knows to be Lady Delilah Briarwood coos, "There you are, Percival. We've been waiting for you to come home."

#critcal role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fair lady #go on claim my heart #my fic

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saltsicklover · 5 months

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Title: So Romantic on the Borderline ☁︎

Master List HERE

Read Part 1 Vienna HERE

Listen to Vienna HERE

A part two - based off of THIS prompt

Romantic Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 1300+

Rating: T

Warnings: light descriptions of pain, , heavy Billy Joel reference

For @wayward-river

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"Bradley, don't make me laugh, it hurts!" Red manages whilst trying to hold in her giggles. It's not working, the laughs breaking through. Bradley, on the other hand, is laughing so hard his face looks like crushed raspberries.

"Oh, so you want me to stop?" He inquires with a quirk of his brow, a devious smile struck across his lips.

"Yes!" Red cries out, covering her eyes with one hand while the other migrates down to hover over her stitches. Everything is sore, still, but it's been a few weeks since the operation. Red and Bradley are lounging in the living room, the game Operation set up on the coffee table. Red has her legs folded beneath her, a blanket older than Bradley draped over her shoulders.

Bradley keeps putting the tweezers to the little wire sides, not even trying to take out a piece. Instead, every time the buzzer goes off, the little nose lighting up, Bradley acts like he's being hit with a damn taser. Seizing up his muscles as he lets out a little scream. The whole thing has been on repeat since the start of the game, but Bradley seems to be getting more dramatic as it goes.

"I'm sorry, Red, sweetheart, I can't help that I'm just so damn clumsy," The shrug that accompanies his words is just too big, matching the damn smile that hasn't left his face for the last forty-five minutes. Bradley is sat on the other side of the coffee table, playing the game while balanced on his knees claiming he needs the height advantage.

"It's a damn good thing you're an aviator and not a surgeon," She quips, earning a roll of the eyes from Bradley.

"Give me those," Red thrusts her hand out, making a motion for the tweezers Bradley still has tucked between his fingers. Then he's closing his large fist around them, his smile turning a bit more cunning.

"I'm willing to make a trade for them," Its a declaration more than it's an offer.

"State your terms," She pokes at the couple pieces in front of her, the two she was actually able to remove in between Bradley's antics.

"I get two things," He holds up two fingers, "First, I get a kiss,"

"One kiss?"

"One kiss," He agrees, "Second, you let me carry you to bed once the game is over,"

"You want to carry me to bed? Seriously?" Red cocks her head at him, her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Yes," Bradley attempts to school his face into a more serious expression but it falters at the upturning of the corners of his mouth, "I like getting to take care of you, and you don't let me help you with you bandages anymore,"

"Bradley, you've been taking care of me non-stop for the past couple weeks, you realize that, right?"

"I know, but, that's still not my point," Bradley leans forward, one open palm pressed to the table, the other still securing the tweezers. The paper money on his side of the board crinkles under his hand as he leans over the board.

"Then what's your point?" Red does her best to lean a little bit closer, but she can only move so much.

"That I love you, and want to take care of you," Their foreheads meet, Bradley's body positioned awkwardly over the table between them.

"Is there any chance these terms can be amended?" They are sharing air now, Red's eyes crossing a bit to focus on Bradley's.

"Not a chance," He nudges her nose with his. The pair share a smile before Red closes the gap between them. The kiss is comfortable, familiar, and just for a second Red lets herself think about their fight. She can't believe she had found the courage to walk away from such an amazing man just to ensure his happiness, and moreover she can't believe that Bradley loves her enough to put his dream to bed. Red doesn't think about this for long, though, instead giving herself just a second to enjoy the way their lips are pressed together before pulling back.

"Gimme," She smirks, holding out her hand again. Bradley places the tweezers in her outstretched hand before tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Have at it, pretty girl," He's leaning back, taking his original position on the far side of the coffee table.

"I'm goin' for the uterus," Red declares, narrowing her eyes at the board.

"I think that's called the "bread box", but alright," He's laughing again, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open wide. It's a beautiful sight, the way Bradley laughs, joy overtaking his features.

"It's the uterus, and if someone got to forcibly remove mine, I get to forcefully remove someone else's," That gets Bradley laughing harder. The tweezers are plunged into the game board, and Red takes the small piece out with ease, her tongue sticking out between her teeth as she works.

"Good work, Doctor," Bradley stretches his hand out to her. She wraps hers into around his, shaking it.

"And to you as well, Doctor,"

When Bradley gets Red into their bedroom, he sets her down on the plush comforter on the side she designated as hers the first time she slept there. Bradley helps her change out of her clothes and into a soft set of pajamas. They hang loose from her frame, soft against her skin.

"Will you help me put on a pair of socks?" She asks, "A fuzzy pair?"

Bradley doesn't say anything, instead he just retrieves the socks from her bedside drawer. He kneels carefully in front of her, unfolding the socks while he does.

"After all this time, I still can't believe you sleep in socks, you fucking weirdo," Bradley teases as he slips the first sock on, his fingers rubbing at her calf lovingly.

"You leave me and my sock habits alone, Mister "Hawaiian shirts are my formal wear"" She nudges him in the bicep with her toes while he is busy pulling the remaining sock onto her other foot.

"You know, for someone who lost a knife fight recently, you are awfully feisty,"

"In my defense, I was unconscious," Red defends, watching Bradley shove his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "It's probably for the best, that Doc would've lost otherwise,"

That gets Bradley chuckling once more. He shakes his head at her, nothing but love behind his gaze.

"Red, I've got a question for you," There's a serious edge to his tone that Red seems to miss.

"Hit me, hot stuff," She smiles down at him. In that moment, Bradley is struck with Déjà vu, his mind replaying the first time they met. The way she gazed down at him from atop her vehicle, all smiles and charm; the memory sits warm in his chest, but here an now, the way she looks at him with love, Bradley knows he's never seen anything more beautiful.

Tears are prickling at the corners of his eyes and Bradley has too look away for a moment, his eyes bouncing down to the floor. Then, summoning his courage, he looks back up into her eyes.

"Red," Her name comes out a bit strangled, but he pushes on, "God, I had a whole thing in my head but looking at you like this-" He shakes his head a bit at himself, smile cracking open wide.

"Will you marry me, Red?" Bradley brandishes a ring box from his pocket, popping it open with a flick on his fingers.

There is no hesitation in her answer, even with the tears springing to her eyes.

"Yes, Bradley, yes,"

She does nothing to fight off her tears as slides the delicate ring over her finger. His fingertips are cold as they brush against her skin, but all she feels is warmth. The warmth of his love, their love, enveloping them. Bradley wraps her in his arms, a little more recklessly than he should have, but the pang that resounds through Red's stomach does nothing to tamper the moment between them.

They share "I love yous," pressed into each others skin, their hair, repeatedly as they cling to each other. This is it, Vienna, or at least the closest they have been to it thus far, wrapped up in each other with nothing but their future ahead of them.

And their future is bright.

#saltsicklover #saltsickspeaks #saltsicksatisfies #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x you #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #rooster fluff #vienna #so romantic on the borderline #srotb #top gun maverick fanfiction

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soullistrations · 7 months

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some thoughts about usopp (and kaya, but mostly usopp):

so with nami we get this character that's pretty obviously obfuscating who she is and putting on a poker face, but i love that with usopp we get another example of a character who is putting on a front, but in a totally different way. i am so FASCINATED by usopp and i cannot WAIT for them to dive into his character more. he's like, the archetype of a guy who's had a hard life putting up a silly front--except everyone who knows him knows that he's lying most of the time. they know that he's just some orphan who runs through the town screaming about pirates every day, and they just kind of dismiss him out of hand. like, everyone assumes that the boy who cried wolf is just some shitty kid playing pranks, right? (and then at the end he gets eaten by a wolf, serves him right.) (and then at the end usopp runs off with pirates, good riddance.)

but you actually look at the lies he tells, and it's like. oh. i get it. he's not just an orphan, stuck in a shitty job in a town where no one really cares about him. he's a maintenance specialist, he practically runs a shipyard, he's a captain, he fights off monsters all alone, he goes on adventures, there are PIRATES. (and maybe one of the pirates is his dad, but that's neither here nor there.)

and then there's kaya. the entire time they were headed over to her house i was like. are they actually friends or is this someone who just barely tolerates him like everyone else in the town? but then there she was, smiling and hugging him, and then there he was, fighting to get to see her even when her staff was trying to keep him out, because they come from completely different places, but they understand and care about each other in a way that no one else in the town does. god, that scene that was cutting back and forth between them as they each explained how they had to be there for the other when they lost their parents--it was everything. and the way that kaya listens to his stories, believes them because just like with usopp they're fun, and they're an escape from her shitty lonely life.

so when reality (and pirates) come banging down both of their doors, shattering usopp's illusions of heroism and kaya's illusions of safety and being cared for, it hits that much harder. but then, in the place of those illusions, they're able to build up true versions of the things they've wanted--usopp refuses to run, refuses to leave until kaya's safe. usopp fights a pirate! and kaya finds the people who will actually stand with her in times of danger, and more than that she finds that she is able to stand up and speak for herself as well.

another thing i love is that even when they finish his arc, he doesn't stop telling tall tales. he's usually a three beer guy. he took down those pirates all by himself. he's basically the captain. at this point it feels like a reflex, an attempt to live up to the guy that luffy chose, but also, it just feels like fun. like yeah that's his thing! and his friends like him for it and don't dismiss him out of hand! and he includes them in his tall tales--he doesn't fight the monsters alone anymore! ugh i'm emotional about it

but even still we see him use obvious tales with his friends to deflect from the things he doesn't want to deal with. like. how does usopp actually feel about his dad? i saw his face, even if he quickly covered it up with loud enthusiasm. and, at the very end, that flashback to his mom dying, and then his loud declaration that he was going to be the greatest warrior in the world. is that really his dream? what's going through his head? I want to KNOW

#rebs watches things #usopp la #one piece la #rebamble #okay i'm done for now i think

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lupaeus · 28 days

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♡ for her and andrei

soft ship meme .

send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you...

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? they really just kind of morphed into dating on their own after getting so close when he saved her , she's been pretty much glued to his side from the moment she was rescued

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? emma woke up from a pretty brutal nightmare and andrei heard her screaming and came into the guest room to comfort her and she ended up kissing him ( and more lmao )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? they both have a few different usual pet names for each other , but sometimes emma will call him things like booger or noodle or just whatever stupid nickname sounding word comes to mind so she can see his little crooked confused smile

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? the chef LMAO but emma is learning bc she wants to be able to make andrei and their children their favorite foods ( unless they involve meatballs )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? i'm not exactly sure what his taste in music is but i know emma probably blasts music more lmao

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? just based on size alone i would say andrei , but they also generally sleep curled up together so it's not really too much of an issue

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? they kind of wake up together most of the time , but sometimes emma wakes up just a tiny bit before him and ends up waking him up ( either normally or with head lmfao )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? probably someone on the staff but again it's something emma learns to do just in case

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? andrei but now i'm CACKLING picturing it the other way around

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃? i feel like it's probably andrei making sure she and the kids are all safe and asleep and / or finishing up work from the day

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? okay listen to me . at pretty much all times when she's around him emma is at least holding this man's hand . at home it's just because she loves him and always wants to be touching him , but in public it's a mixture of that and just a visceral fear of being taken again . she knows she could probably fight them off this time and that andrei would rain down on anyone who tried like actual hellfire but she can't help having a small pit in her stomach every time they're in a crowd because now she has so much more to lose

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? they both are lmfao they're almost always touching in some way and being in public doesn't change that

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? probably andrei lmfao

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? emma lol she's more impatient but her getting annoyed with HIM is extremely rare

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? both literally anywhere at any time they're like rabbits ask their six kids 😭

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? andrei and it was one of the happiest moments of her entire life but it also causes an absolute breakdown bc she says yes of course but inside everything is screaming YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS :/

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: other than being saved lol it's their wedding . she cried like a baby the whole night there was a big puffy dress and a beautiful venue and she got to marry the man of her dreams 🥹

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: it's not even her fault , but she regrets HOW they met . she wouldn't change it because it brought him to her and gave her such a beautiful life , but the fact that his first impression of her was a broken , dirty shell of herself who she felt was tainted and unloveable is one of if not the only thing she doesn't like about their story

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶: there is genuinely not anything she would change about him other than how he sees himself but after enough time she does kind of help him with that already lol

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: physical touch more than anything lol but also acts of service and quality time ( and words of affirmation at least when it comes to her )

#{ stop you were so right to call them poetic bc what the FUCK is this i'm crying ???? }#{ i love them more than life itself it's fine }#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ › razorfst › ⌗ emma and andrei .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ the intersection got a target and they’re calling it downtown ⌗ headcanon .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ stayed on the line with you the entire night ⌗ answered .

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beantothemax · 7 months

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Elena fic!! It's the au where she's 15 and lives with the Bristarnis for a bit :3

Elena's papa wasn't there. He hadn't been in Cropdale since the sun set, which was really a shame. Mere days after he left, memories of his love had started to return.

Once, she even had a nightmare about him. How she heard him wailing as she was being taken away when her home burned. That night, she awoke in a cold sweat with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Pala and Garud had rushed to her room at the sound of her screams. They listened as she cried about how she and her mama had been taken while they danced and cooked.

She tried to apologize but they wouldn't have it. She had been through something worse than either of them could imagine, it was natural to have nightmares about such things.

Pala stayed by her side until her fell asleep, telling countless stories of her own mother. The girls laughed about the similarities between their mother's. How they both fussed over their daughters to the point of frustration but loved them to death.

The following morning (or night? The sun wasn't up, it was getting hard to keep track of the days), Garud had the excellent suggestion of making a gift for Osvald.

They racked their brains for ideas, eventually landing on a pair of embroidered gloves. Garud had drawers of plain clothes, ready to be embroidered. Elena picked a pair she thought (hoped) might fit her papa's bear sized hands.

"What will ya' embroider?" Pala asked.

Elena shrugged, "I don't know, a lightning bolt? I know he likes magic."

"But what else?"

Elena thought long and hard but truly could not remember anything. In most of her new memories of him, he spoke of his friends or used magic to fight off a monster. In all the old memories, he was either coming home from a math conference, writing his theories or eating dinner.

Writing his theories...

"He writes a lot. Always with quills because he doesn't like pencils. I don't know why he hates pencils," Elena said.

"That's somethin'!" Pala beamed.

In no time, Elena had sketched quills and magic symbols on the gloves. Pala guided her as she embroidered the lines. Days passed before she had finished the first glove. At that rate, the second one would take an eternity and a day! Unfortunately, she did not have that much time.

One morning, the sunlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, causing Elena to stir. It was still so early, why did the sun have to be up already? She rolled over to get it out of her eyes. Why was the sun up at all?

She sat up so fast she hurt her back, but that didn't matter. She ran to Pala's room with a smile, "the sun rose! The sun's up!"

"Elena be quiet, the clock hasn't rung yet," Pala groaned, before realizing what Elena had said, "WHAT?"

They danced about the house, cheering and laughing for the sun. They hadn't even put on their shoes before running around town. Some were angry that they were singing and banging pots and pans at that hour, while others joined them. By noon, most of the town danced and sung in the square, led by any and all local musicians.

Elena and Pala sat on the sidelines, clapping on beat as they appreciated the music. They were far too tired to dance as the others did.

"Pala!" a familiar and beloved voice cried.

The girl looked up to see the smiling face of her sister. She hugged her in an instant.

"Oh Agnea! I was scared ya' wouldn't return!" Pala sobbed.

"'Course I could! I didn't fight alone," Agnea laughed.

If Agnea was there, her friends must have been there as well, right? And that meant...

Elena ran through the crowd, searching the town for him. It didn't take long to find him. He stood in front of the Bristarnis' home, deep in conversation with Garud. His friends had collapsed on the lawn with drinks and food Garud gave them.

"Papa!" Elena cried.

All heads turned at the sound of her voice. Osvald didn't hesitate a moment before approaching her as well.

"Elena, you're okay!" he smiled, though his voice was weak, "can I hug you?"

Since living with Harvey, Elena had become hesitant of physical affection. He always held her hand and hugged her in public to "prove" that she was truly his daughter and that he loved her. Even on days she couldn't even take hearing his voice, he would force her to play pretend for the sake of his reputation.

This dislike of physical affection disappointed Osvald. He wanted to hold his girl and never let go, but he also understood her and asked before hugging her.

But now, he didn't need to ask. She jumped into his arms hugged him as tight as she could as she cried and cried and cried.

"Calm down, I'm not going anywhere," Osvald muttered.

His voice was so quiet, so fragile when he was on the verge of tears. He always wanted to be strong for his daughter, but he couldn't always be. He wept with her. They could be together again and no enemies or gods could separate them.

"Oh!" Elena said through tears, "I embroidered gloves for you!"

"Did you now?" Osvald smiled as he wiped his cheeks dry.

"Uh-huh! I'll go get them," she beamed.

She ran inside and rummaged through the mess on her desk for the gloves. Only one was done and the other still had a needle in it. Outside, she could hear the faint sounds of the travelers as they talked and laughed and she hurried to end the line of stitches and cut the thread. It wasn't done just yet, but she could still show her papa.

Going back outside, she presented them to her papa. He took them, carefully examining the bad amateur stitches.

They were the stitches of an amateur but they were also the stitches of his daughter. His daughter whom he had nearly died saving and who was the only reason his heart still beat.

"They're perfect," he muttered.

"Huh? They're not thaaat good," Elena protested.

She pointed to a line, "these ones are uneven and-"

Drops of water stained the gloves. She looked up at his face. Once again, tears tricked down his cheeks.

Hesitantly, she hugged him again.

"I love you, papa."

ELENA POINTING OUT A MISTAKE ON THE GLOVES AND OSVALD’S TEARS FALLING ON THEM….,,,,,,,,,,,….,,.,.., AAAAAAAAAAA

I DIDNT KNOW THIS TOOK PLACE DURING THE DARKNESS STUFF BUT JUST. ELENA BEING HAPPY TO SEE THE SUN AGAIN IS.

AND THE GLOVE STUFF!!!!! I SAW YOU TALKING TO MAV ABOUT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXPLODING!!!!!!! PIE IM GOING TO CRUMBLE INTO A FINE POWDER THIS IS WONDERFUL

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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theinsanereg-1 · 11 days

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Have some lore for insane reg <3

Warning contains murder, blood, throw up, etc (there are no pictures. Just words)

It was just the beginning...(part one)

May 27th, 2013

...

I-it...

It was a regular day... Like no other..

Well at least.... That's what I thought...

You see... I had woken up like I usually do...

You know... Being woken up my Right Hand Man... After only going to sleep at 3 in the bloody morning due to overworking myself....

Either way it's not important. The point is.

It seemed to just be a regular, normal, simple day...

But little did I know...

It'd turn out to be the worst day of my life...

I was peacefully minding my own business... Flying the airship to our destination... The Toppat clan Space orbit... Alot of people thought it'd be the best thing to happen to clan... It would've been....

Anyway... Back to the point..

I was driving the airship when suddenly I heard a noise...

CRASH

I looked at the window to see it had smashed..

I then saw some man had crashed threw it.... In some plastic ball? Confusing. I know.

I panicked a bit... I saw the government helicopter flying just in front of the airship and immediately knew he was one of their subjects... I know this as it wasn't the first time they tried to bring the clan down.... As much as I wanted to fight... I couldn't..

People underestimate me

Say I can't fight... And that I'm weak..

I'm not weak.. I'm just a coward with anxiety that's sensitive and gets scared easily... At least I used to be...

I remember my Right Hand Man say to me.

"Go Go! I'll 'old him off!"

I immediately listened to him and ran off.. I didn't know where to go so I basically just ran in a straight line.

I remember hearing on the radio my Right Hand Man say to the Toppat Members.

"Toppat security alert. Watch out for a guy with a big plastic ball....no im serious.."

I smiled slightly... I loved hearing his voice... No matter what the situation was.. To be honest... His voice was rather gruff and aggressive but I like it... Maybe its because I like him... No..

I love him... And he loves me... We always have and we always will..

I can barely remember what happened next... All I knew is that I was getting chased by the manic.... Ugh... How I fucking hate him for what he did...

I ran down the corridor... I activated the security doors hoping It could stop him.. But no.. Of course it didn't... I ended up running into the hallway that leads to the cargo

...

RHM had dropped down.. He'd probably been following through the vents and pipes... He was sly and sneaky like that... Hence why I used to call him 'my fox'

I truly loved him...

I ran into cargo and closed the door with my keycard, I leaned on the door, sweating and panting. Even though I'm fast doesn't mean I'm fit... Not to mention I was running for my life..

I heard them fighting... It sounded brutal...

I heard a chainsaw rev up... I tilted my head.... One thing I knew is that RHM doesn't like chainsaws... So why would he use one..? But that's the thing... He wasn't the one using it... I had realised this... That's when me and the other members in the cargo heard something... The last thing I'd ever heard from RHM... But before that I opened the door to look.. I wish I never had...

I heard rhm scream and saw the bloody mess he had become... Half his face was basically missing.... Including his eye... It. Ugh... I was dangling out of his face... It was still attached but not in its socket... I felt sick... He was bleeding everywhere... That's when the guy had cut off his entire arm, he screamed and cried... The one thing I've never seen or heard him do... Obviously I couldn't blame him...

Although he was probably about to pass out he got up, ready to fight... He was determined... But obviously... He was too weak. He fell to the floor throwing up blood... He'd passed out.. Cold.. Limp... I thought it was the end... The guy had dropped the chainsaw onto his thigh... Cutting off one of his legs... I felt sick and nauseated..

I wanted to throw up so badly... But I couldn't...

I screamed though, and started crying my eyes out, he came to me and grabbed my chain. Throwing me off the stairs in front of the cargo bay door, he ran over without giving me a chance to get up...

At this point I just wanted him to just take me.... Let fate take me when I go to prison... After I've answered all their questions and in useless... But I still wanted to try something....

"you've defeated me and my Right Hand Man... I surrender the clan to you..."

M heart broke and ache... But.. It was worth a shot... He thought and nodded...

I couldn't help but smile a bit... Just a bit... I still wanted to kill him.. And that was my plan... Make him leader... Gang up the other members.. Gain his trust and stab his back... Especially after what he did to my husband....god I'll never forgive him... Especially after what he did next...he got ragdolls and through them off the airship, I looked down as they dropped... But when no one else was looking... That man... He had the fucking cheek to push me off....i remember waking up on the ground... Bleeding.. Dizzy.. Sick... Their in front of me was the general... His favourite soldier and pilot... I then passed out again... I woke up in the government helicopter, my hands in cuffs.. My head pounding in pain... I couldn't help but throw up violently.... My stomach killed....the bastard took my offer and left me to die... He took my clan....

I snapped... One of my eyes were red... Due to the fact I had already snapped before... At an old friend shall I say..?..

I felt pain as I cried my eyes out... It stung... It always has on my red eye.... I felt fury and grief.... I felt pain in my other eye as it was bleeding... I passed out... Cold..

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