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Blood is Thicker than Ooze | Chapter Seven

Word Count: 5011 Warnings: Bad Parent Draxum, Hurt Donatello, Unreliable narrator, Psychological abuse, Separated Donnie AU Description: Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface. Purple doesn’t understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

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Father began to include himself more in Purple's training routine when he was eleven. Every so often, Purple would spar against the bovine yōkai. Now was one of those occasions.

Father was a fierce fighter who focused more on attack than countering the opposing blows. Brute strength was his greatest attribute, as well as his incredible speed.

Purple dodged each attack, focusing on keeping himself afloat through the encounter until he had a chance to strike. He was thinner and smaller than Father and would never be able to land an incredible blow against him as Father threw at him. No, he had to be tactical.

He waited for his time, defending himself from the onslaught of attacks that came his way. He watched as his father’s stamina faltered and his speed declined. The yōkai took maybe a second or two to breathe, but that’s all Purple needed.

He used the momentum he’d built by spinning his bō to slap against Father’s side hard. The yōkai was stunned by the sudden action and left another opportunity for Purple to turn around for more entropy and swing against his arm. Father grabbed both sides of the bō furiously, but Purple used it to pull himself up and kick against the yōkai stomach with full force. Father let go of the tech-bō and swiped a claw toward Purple’s face. Purple raced backward, with Father not following him.

Purple twirled the bō between both of his hands as he began to run. Before Father’s vines could catch him, he used his bō as a pole vault to boost himself into the air as he jumped. He watched as his Father’s eyes widened in surprise as he came down upon him, about to smack his helmet with the titanium bō. But before he could land the hit, vines ensnared his feet in a trap, stopping him from winning the fight.

Father made a “T” with his hands before letting the vines retract back into the ground below. “Very impressive, Purple,” he praised, clapping as he approached the turtle.

Purple stood up, his spirits high, watching his father smile. This was the closest he’d ever come in their matches. It usually ended with Father calling time due to the spar lasting too long or with Purple on the ground. But it hadn’t even been that long, and he’d landed a fierce blow against him. It wasn’t a complete victory, but it was a minor success he had to take.

“A real foe would be fearful of meeting you in combat,” Father said, cupping Purple’s face in his hands. “I think you are ready.”

Purple glanced behind his Fathers and towards the rack he’d known his whole life. The scythe Father had got for him glowed with purple mystical energy, but it looked so lonely, separated from the rest of the weapons he’d always known it to hang beside.

“Not the scythe,” Father said, causing Purple to focus on the large yōkai. Father pulled away from him and reached inside his pocket. He splayed his palm out for Purple to see what he held.

It was a circular, gold belt buckle. Purple hesitantly took it from his hands, using a thumb to feel the texture of it. It was cold to the touch, but that didn’t bother him.

“This is a cloaking brooch,” Father explained. “I used this exact one when I was younger…. But I fear I have no use for it now. You may use it to go to the surface and disguise yourself.”

“But-” Purple bit his lip, not wanting to talk back, but he needed to voice his confusion. “Just a few weeks ago, I asked to go topside for supplies, and you said no.”

“Situations have changed,” Father said, patting his head. “Those turtles will certainly try to foil my plans. I am not sending you up there to have fun. I’m sending you up there so you can keep an eye on your mosquitech and ensure they don’t try anything.”

He gave a small salute to his father. “Got it! I’ll find a way to monitor New York- maybe we can even find where they live.” Lou Jitsu will be there.

Father hummed in agreement. “I do not want them killed. They are my sons, after all. I would like to see them join our mission, but if they cannot see the reality of the harm humans pose to our kind, then….” Father sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I don’t want to lose them for a second time. But if it means making sure the prophecy does not come true, I will do what I must.”

Purple nodded in understanding, even if his chest burned with an anger and vengeful hate toward the three turtles. If his father wanted them alive and unharmed, he would do it. Father had given up so much for him and given him everything he needed. It was the least he could do in return.

“I won’t let you down,” Purple promised, clutching the belt buckle with pride.

Purple looked in the mirror. He wasn’t attractive in his turtle form;; he was aware of that. The burn scars on his body made him an eyesore. But looking at the form the cloaking brooch gave him to look human… It was awful.

To be fair, all humans looked ugly to him. They looked unnatural. This body felt foreign to him. He felt naked without his shell or plastron and lacked a tail and claws. But one thing that made him self-conscious was the burn scars. On his normal skin, they were discolored and different, sure, but on human skin… he cringed at his appearance. The skin was stretched and morphed. The cloaking brooch transformed his mask and goggles to fit his face nicely, but it wouldn’t let him remove the scars. He could ask for a hoodie in various colors or choose to wear different pants. But he couldn’t remove the scars.

Cloaking brooches were enchanted items that usually took the shape of a cloak brooch but didn’t have to. The magic inside them allowed the user to change appearances but was limited to representing the user in some shape or form. It seemed that, in his case, the scars were an essential part of him and would stay. He sighed, giving up on it. He would just avoid his reflection as much as possible.

“You ready?” Shelldon asked, watching Purple turn around. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Purple confirmed, but he couldn’t help the anxiety that refused to leave his chest. “But what if Father is right? What if something bad happens? What if I lose the brooch for whatever reason?”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Shelldon assured, a mechanical arm reaching out to pat his shoulder comfortably. “Most humans aren’t trained in any sort of fighting.”

“It’s just a little daunting,” He admitted with a sad smile. “I’m going to be up there- alone.”

“Well, you’ll have me,” Shelldon bumped into him lightly. “You’re not gonna be completely alone.”

“You are?” He said, surprised. “How are you going to disguise yourself?”

“I’m not going to,” Shelldon said. “Some human children are geniuses. There are many reported incidents of human teenagers creating robots on their own. I’ll just pretend to be non-sentient.”

Purple hummed in agreement, fiddling with the jacket cuffs. They were purple- a lighter shade than his battle shell and mask, but it didn’t bother him. The jacket felt incredibly comfortable, and he wondered if he could get it just like this faux. He turned off the disguise and beckoned Shelldon to follow him out of the laboratory.

“Let’s go,” Purple decided, holding within his palm a Portal Carver. Portal Carvers were uncommon items that allowed for portals to the surface to be made with the use of Portal Stones. This was a rarer way to travel, as the modern portal permitted technology for better travel without these stones. But those portal creators were susceptible to portal jacking by pirates, while portals created with Portal Stones were protected from such activity.

There was a Portal Stone just outside Father’s house, and he stood in front of it. It was shaped like an odd “M” and had been within the past few days. Purple traced the shape with the Portal Carver, and the engraved letter glowed a bright blue hue. A portal expanded from the center of the stone, and he took a deep breath. He turned on his human disguise, closed his eyes, and stepped into the portal. His foot found no solid ground on the other side. He fell into the portal and shouted in surprise, closing his eyes in hopes of softening the impact of the journey's twisting and turning.

After what felt like too long, he was spat out onto harsh concrete. He groaned from the impact, rubbing the bruises and scratches he now had. His jacket and other clothing protected him from most of the crash, but it still burned and stung.

Shelldon didn’t come out of the portal much better. While he didn’t hit the ground as Purple had, he came out of the portal, spinning mid-air as his robot voice mimicked what Purple could only assume was a scream.

Purple ignored his aching joints and reached up for his robot friend, catching him so he wouldn’t spin away. “Having fun?” He teased, letting the robot go.

Shelldon rolled his eyes. “Yes. Immensely. Now, how do you suppose we find your estranged brothers.”

Purple cringed at his language. “Don’t call them that,” He pleaded. “Just call them… the… turtles. I guess.”

“Alright,” Shelldon said, his tone holding reluctance and annoyance, but Purple ignored it. “How do you suppose we find those turtles? I can’t exactly hack the security cameras of New York.”

“What?” Purple gave him an odd look, surprised by the robot’s words. “Why not? You should have the ability to.”

“You programmed me with your moral code,” He explained. “I doubt hacking every camera in New York is ethical.”

“It’s ethical because we have a job to do, and that job includes stopping the turtles from helping fulfill the prophecy,” Purple growled, frustrated by his past self’s inability to think ahead. “Can’t you just override that? You’re sentient now. You don’t need to rely on my programming. Surely you’ve grown past that point.”

“I am sentient,” Shelldon agreed. “I am capable of intelligent and independent thought. Your code was just the framework. I have evolved Purple. I have evolved and learned things you did not ask me to learn. You gave me basic morals so I wouldn’t try to take over the world. But I have grown, and my moral compass is as complex as any other living being’s. You are my creator and my friend, Purple. But I cannot, in good faith, compromise on those ideals.”

Purple grumbled to himself, kicking a stray pebble away from them. “Not even to save yōkai? Not to track the bad guys?”

“It might be easier tracking them on foot and listening for leads,” Shelldon insisted. “There are hundreds of cameras around New York.”

“Whatever,” Purple muttered, leading them away from the construction yard they’d been portalled to. Luckily there’d been no activity at the moment, but he didn’t care to stay in that location for long. He set off for New York.

Even with the sun setting and the moon visible in the dimly lit sky, New York was a bustling city. Lights illuminated every street corner, and it was loud. Too loud. So, incredibly loud. He doubted that three turtle mutants would hang around such a place, so he avoided the more densely populated areas in favor of quieter little suburbs.

Those who passed him on the street gave him weird glances, but most tried to hide their stares. They were looking at his skin. He pulled the hood on his jacket up to conceal his face better, self-conscious of his scarred skin.

He’d seen a dozen of his mosquitech buzzing around, but he’d seen none bite anyone. He wondered if he had made an error somewhere along the way in their creation. I won’t tell Father, he told himself. He doesn’t have to know.

Purple paused as he faintly smelled the familiar scent of electrical burning. He had experienced his fair share of explosions when it came to his tech, and he’d been conditioned to be on high alert whenever that smell protruded into the air around him. But Shelldon showed no signs of malfunction, leading Purple to realize that this wasn’t his fault.

Against his better judgment, he followed the scent trail like a hound. Shelldon followed close behind, keeping quiet.

Purple found the source of the smell. In a small playground, a group of three teenagers were tinkering with some sort of droid in the shape of a dragon. Smoke was rising from the open panel they were working on, with a human white and gangly at the helm.

“Jase, hurry the hell up,” One of the group members said. It was the shortest, with lavender hair and a scowl.

“I’m trying!” Jase replied anxiously, its voice whiny and annoying. He looked like a bundle of nerves, and his hands kept shaking as he worked with the wires.

“Can I try, Kendra?” The largest of the three asked. “I can’t do any worse.”

“No, you can absolutely do worse,” Kendra snarked. “You’re best at creating security architecture, not circuitry.”

Purple was about to turn away, not wanting to get involved in their little robotics club, but then the largest of members stepped into one of the lights in the playground, and Purple was in love. Not with it, because ew. No, he was in love with its apparel.

He wore a purple satin jacket, the sheen shimmering in the flickering light. The violet hue was exquisite, and just by the looks of it, the fabric was silky. It had everything he loved and even things he didn’t know he loved.

“I must have that jacket,” Purple said, staring intensely at them. He ignored Shelldon’s surprised noise and slid down the hill that separated them from the magnificent fashionable tech teens.

Kendra saw him approach, and its stance switched to a defensive one. “Lose it, twerp,” She snapped, eyeing Shelldon suspiciously. “You make that thing?”

“Indeed, my fellow tech enthusiast,” Purple said proudly, patting Shelldon. “I created my companion here from scrap. I am well-versed in circuitry, most coding languages, encryption-”

“We get it,” Kendra waved its hand, unamused and unimpressed. “Who are you, and what do you want?”

“I am recruiting myself, Othello Von Ryan, master maker coder, and artisan, into your esteemed collective,” He announced grandly. “In regards to jackets, I am a medium.”

Kendra raised a brow before using a foot to nudge Jase out of the way of the droid he’d been working on. “Alright, Von Ryan, If you can fix those wires, you’re in.”

Purple giddily sat down, crisscrossed, and slid the robot over to himself. He observed the wires first and unplugged them to better monitor the printed circuit board. He clicked his tongue. “How and when’d you get this circuit?”

“Reused from my dad’s trash computer,” Kendra replied, its voice steely and judgemental. “Why?”

“It’s completely fried,” Purple said, twisting around to look at them. He cringed at the limited movement in his neck and limbs caused by the human form he took. He shifted his sitting position, so he wasn’t uncomfortable.

“So?” Kendra huffed, kicking some mulch from the playground toward him. “Fix it.”

“No, no, it can’t be fixed,” Purple explained. “The material the circuit board is based on, which the components are installed on, is severely heat-stressed. You can’t replace that part of the board. You’ll have to get a new PCB.”

“Well shit,” Jase muttered, leaning to look at the board. “Von Ryan’s right. Maybe Dad fried it with the amount of tabs he has open at once.”

“My dad,” Kendra corrected with a sharp gaze before looking back to Purple. “Fine. You’re in. Jase, give him your jacket.”

“What?” Jase said in surprise and hurt before sighing and slowly removing its jacket with a sad expression. He gave it to Purple hesitantly, frowning.

Purple grabbed it from his hands and put it on quickly, giggling giddily. “Yes,” he hissed with happiness.

“Well, that blows our plans,” The largest said, of who he still didn’t know the name of.

Purple turned to him with a curious expression. “What plans? I could probably find a new one in a day or two.”

“We don’t have a day or two,” Kendra sighed angrily. “We bribed this security guy at Nakamura to turn a blind eye to us, but only for tonight. But since Jase here fucked up, we can’t do that. All that cash and for nothing.”

“I have tech way better than that dragon,” Purple snorted. He could be of use to them. “In exchange for something.”

“What?” Kendra asked, crossing its arms. “We already let you become one of the Purple Dragons. We don’t do deals with members.”

“I want help accessing New York’s security cameras,” Purple said, ignoring her snide remark. “All of them.”

“Dude, we did that months ago!” The large one exclaimed with a big smile. “I’m into cryptology and security. It’s my thing. I was able to hack into most of them with no problem.”

“Then all I need to do is grab my stuff. I’ll meet you at the Nakamura building, yeah?” Purple said, fitting his hands into the jacket pockets, which felt awesome. He loved this jacket.

“How longs that gonna take?” Kendra asked. “We gotta be fast about this. The elevators lock after seven, so we’ll have to use the stairs. And there’s a shit ton of them.”

“I’ll be there,” Purple assured her with a grin. “And I have a solution to the stairs problem.”

“Should you really be doing this?” Shelldon asked as Purple began to pack his stuff to bring to the Purple Dragons.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, confused by the robot’s unwillingness. “They’re offering me access to NYC security cams if I help them do this thing. What they’re planning can’t be that bad. It won’t affect us.”

“I thought you hated humans,” the robot pointed out, trying to get in his way, but Purple waved him away.

“I do. They forced the yōkai underground and will never accept us for how we are. They must be eradicated, so the yōkai don’t go extinct. Sooner or later, the humans will find the Hidden City, the last Hidden City in the world,” Purple sighed, pausing for a moment. “I don’t want to die. And I know they probably don’t want to, either. But while we accept them and would live among them, they’d treat us as specimens to be examined.”

Shelldon went quiet for a moment. “And so you’re doing this just to ensure their destruction?”

“Yes,” Purple responded coldly. “You don’t have to be a part of this.”

“Then I won’t be,” his creation decided before leaving the turtle’s room.

Fine by me, Purple thought, huffing as he continued to pack his things for the expedition. I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone. I only need Father.

“YOU HAVE JETPACKS?” The large teen exclaimed, whose name was apparently Jeremy. He was ogling the shells he’d made with the ability to fly. But they looked like regular backpacks without the context of him being a turtle with a weird strap.

“Only two,” Purple rolled his eyes. “This is my older model,” he tapped the one with yellow and black tape, “and this is my newer model.”

“I’ll be taking that,” Kendra swiped the newer model from him. “Cause I’m the leader.”

Purple decided not to argue and instead motioned to his other shell. “This one has spider legs. It can help you scale a building.”

“Jase, you get the lame one,” Kendra ordered, to which Jase complied with a heavy sigh.

Jeremy took the older jetpack before looking towards Purple with a confused expression. “What about you?”

Purple spun his techbō in his hand before clicking a button. The bō transformed into a bike, but one with rodders like his newest jetpack. He mounted it, demonstrating its ability to hover above the ground.

“Impressive,” Kendra hummed before turning around to gaze at the large building they stood in front of. They’d met in front of the Nakamura office as they’d agreed.

The building was tall- taller than anything Purple had ever seen. It was daunting and scary, but Purple had to earn his keep in this new group. He didn’t like them. Kendra was an ass, and Jeremy enabled her abuse of her stepbrother. Jase was tolerable, but he often rambled and hesitated. He moved too much. He was annoying and didn’t know when to shut up.

But he liked the jacket and the small sense of belonging they brought him. But he knew that this was purely a transactional situation. He would help them break into the Nakamura offices, and they would provide him with access to every camera in New York City. They were using him just as much as he was using them.

They began their ascent up the office building. Kendra counted the floors while the rest followed her lead. When they reached the 60th floor, Jase used a mechanical arm to smash through the glass. Shards fell onto the white boy, but neither Jeremy nor Kendra stopped to check if the youngest had any wounds.

Purple didn’t want to care for the human, but he found himself wanting to help him. He landed on the inside, transforming his bō into its regular form before helping Jase up the rest of the way.

Jase gave him a shaky thumb up before shaking like a dog to try and shake the glass off. He was checking himself for any cuts before he continued to follow the other two Purple Dragon members. Purple watched Jase dubiously, concerned for his safety.

They were able to enter the main server room with Jeremy’s ability to force his way through their class C encryption and open the doors.

“The main server room,” Jase said with excitement. “We download the source code, and we’ll be able to hack any computer in the world!”

Purple helped them take out their computers and hardware and connect it to the servers. Jeremy worked on brute forcing his way through their security system while Jase was working on downloading the server information on the hard drive Kendra had made, able to store 300 terabytes within it. Purple helped find a backdoor into the Nakamura system.

When the download began, Purple sighed in relief and relaxed, leaning back. Kendra was leaning against one of the servers, carefully watching the entrance to the main server room.

“What are you planning to do with this?” Purple asked, trying to strike up a conversation. “Fuck with corrupt government officials? Steal from politicians? Leak US secrets?”

Kendra snorted and smiled. “Maybe. The first thing I’m gonna do is make a fool of that little shit April O’Neil.”

He nodded in understanding. “Gotcha. Getting back at a bully?”

The lavender-haired girl laughed, turning to give him a curious look. “Nah. She just annoys the hell out of me. She’s almost as annoying as Jase. Almost. But unlike Jase, I don’t have to tolerate her. And she doesn’t know shit about computers or science, so she’s incredibly dumb and useless when it comes to group projects. I always get assigned as her partner, and she brings my grade down.”

“Because you expect her to do all the work,” Jase said matter-of-factly. “You’re just mad she won’t carry the whole project while you work on the game.”

Purple felt uncomfortable by the new revelation. “So you’re just going to hack with her because she doesn’t do your homework?”

“Sure, put it like that,” Kendra shrugged before smiling as she imagined something. “She’s a tool. I hate her so much. I want to see her have a fucking breakdown.”

The door to the staircase leading to the main server room was opened, and Kendra stepped out to take a look. Purple watched the download completion screen pop up, and he disconnected the hard drive and shoved it into his jacket pocket. Jeremy gave him a distrusting look, to which Purple slowly got up.

“I can’t let you mess with someone who’s done no wrong to you,” Purple said steadily, gripping his bō.

“Humanity fucking sucks,” Jeremy growled, standing up and going toward him. “You think anyone is an innocent lamb? You’re not any fucking better than us for having a moral compass.”

“I agree, humans are the worst,” Purple nodded, taking a step back. “But you’re doing this for no reason. Your evil scheme has no basis other than ‘I’m a bad guy.’”

“Why do you care?” Jeremy asked. “Don’t act like you have good intentions. What are you gonna do with the security cam access?”

Purple hesitated, realizing the reality of the situation. But he had a reason. It was for Father. It was to save yōkai. He began to relax, trying to think of an escape plan.

“HALT YOU, EVIL TEEN CLUB!” Came a loud, booming, and familiar voice.

Purple held his breath as he miniaturized his techbō and watched the three turtles enter into view. The smallest one- Mikey- made eye contact with him and seemed to be observing him closely. It was odd to be examined in such a precise but soft and caring way. It made him uncomfortable.

“SCATTER!” Kendra shouted to them from behind the turtles, already caught.

Jeremy grabbed his laptop and began to hurry down one corridor with Jase close behind him. Purple dashed to the opposite corridor and collapsed bō in his pocket. He took out the hard drive with the Nakamura data on it, trying to use his human hands to destroy it as he ran. He turned around and saw that Mikey was chasing him.

He quickened his pace before dashing into another section of the server room, trying to find a place to hide. He ducked into a janitorial closet and pressed his back against the door as he fumbled over the hard drive, begging for it to break. He couldn’t let the Purple Dragons get it.

He looked around the janitorial closet and spotted a broom. He threw the hard drive on the ground and used the blunt end of the broom to destroy the hard drive. When it only dented, he stomped on it furiously, and it finally broke.

He let out a sigh of relief, letting himself relax. The door to the janitorial closet opened, though, and his relief was short-lived. Mikey stood at the entrance and stared directly at Purple.

“Mikey! You got the other nerd?” Leonardo da Vinci called from somewhere beyond the door, to which Mikey hesitated.

Mikey looked at him and then down at the destroyed hard drive. He slowly entered and picked up the hard drive. He looked back to Purple, who wasn’t able to say a thing.

His life was absolutely over. Mikey was going to kill him. They were going to torture him. They were going to stop everything Father was planning. And it was all because he joined a stupid fucking club.

“No, he must’ve left,” Mikey called back, leaving Purple alone in the room. “But he dropped this. I think we got what they were here for.”

“Shit! I’m going to destroy Von Ryan’s ass!” Kendra shouted from afar.

Purple pulled out his Portal Carver and drew the familiar M shape. The portal glowed, and he stepped in, desperately wanting to go home.

Purple entered his room, purple satin jacket still on his back. He’d taken up his standard and better form and fell onto his bed with a small thud.

“How’d it go?” Shelldon asked, floating nearby him.

“Go away,” Purple grumbled. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Okay,” Shelldon replied and obeyed his request, leaving him be.

Purple knew he was just being polite and doing what he’d asked, but part of him wanted the other to push and ask what was wrong. The other part didn’t want to talk, just as he’d said.

They treated human me with more compassion than they did regular me, he thought bitterly. Mikey let me go. They tried to kill me last time.

Maybe they’re just so brainwashed. They were raised by a human, after all. Maybe their hatred of regular me is out of a deep self-loathing they have yet to realize for themselves. And they protected human me because they were programmed to favor humans.

The thoughts made sense, but they didn’t heal the wound in his heart. It didn’t make it hurt any less. Perhaps they would never love him.

Oddly, he was okay with that. He had his father, and that’s all he would ever need.

“So, you were unable to get security camera access? No new information about the turtles or the mosquitech’s activity?”

“No,” Purple said, his chest hollow with shame. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“You wasted your time fraternizing with humans,” Father said pointedly. “And you let the hard drive containing the information that would allow you to hack into any computer in the world, including the turtles, be destroyed.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Purple murmured. “Mikey destroyed it.”

“You will do better next time,” Father said decidedly. “The new yōkai, my mutants, will wipe out humanity and allow us to re-inhabit the surface. We cannot let those turtles stop that.”

“I know, Father,” Purple nodded in understanding. “I will stop them. I promise.”

“I know you will,” Father said, but Purple could hear the uncertainty in his voice. His heart quivered in his chest at the thought of disappointing his Father, who gave him life and love.

“I promise you,” Purple said assuredly, “Your plans will succeed. No matter what it costs.”

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Evaris & Gavvrok: Origins 💕

I need to ramble about my Married OCs SO INCREDIBLY BADLY so here we go!!!!!!!!

Evaris (he/him) is Vulcan (and a quarter Romulan), raised by a multi-species polycule with only one other Vulcan in it after his birth parents died, considered V’Tosh Ka’tur by most of his culture. Gavvrok (he/him, chah/ghah) is a Soul Warrior (transgender), broke out of his family’s restaurant industry to join Starfleet, took a break to protest the Klingon-Cardassian war, then returned shortly after. Neither of them really “fit in” to the cultures that bore them, and thus found comfort in each other.

Evaris Saved Gavvrok’s Life As A Meet Cute

They’ve married for three years, and bonded for four. They met five years ago on Khitomer Orbital 3 when Evaris prevented an assassination attempt on Gavvrok by a Gowron Loyalist for his activism on Qo’nos. The two became dear friends not long after.

Evaris’s Pon Farr

Almost year later, Evaris was put in the perilous position of entering his first Pon Farr with no bondmate to speak of. Gavvrok went out of his way to look for answers, and found himself to be the safest and most compatible option aboard. Not only as a Klingon (strong enough to physically handle Evaris’s volatile state), but as the closest person emotionally to Evaris aboard. He essentially lured Evaris to the holodeck and convinced him to let him help. Using all of his Tangqa’ training, Klingon strength and warrior’s training, and his deep affection for his friend. The both of them survived, and remained Bonded afterward.

Logic, Honor, and Tal-shaya

Becoming increasingly worried about Gavvrok’s safety, he attempts to teach Gavvrok Tal-shaya, the deadliest of Vulcan martial arts. This greatly upsets Gavvrok, they had a massive fight (both verbal and physical sparring) over it. Gavvrok called him “an honorless skulking cold-hearted puppet master”, Evaris called him “antiquated and illogical” and revealed he had a lot more prejudice toward Klingons than he had realized. Daring claim maybe the more common interpretation of “the Klingon way” was the right one occasionally, and that Gav didn’t have the strength to stick to it. They wouldn’t speak for weeks, couldn’t even be in the same room because of the Bond. With no means of unbinding themselves, they decided to confront each other. The air was cleared, apologies (mostly Evaris’s) were made. They went on to discuss how names like “Surak” and “Kahless” and words like “honor” and “logic” can be used to justify just about anything. Gavvrok has just as complicated a relationship with honor as Evaris does with logic, a relationship that has made them outcasts on their own worlds. Gavvrok willingly learns Tal-shaya, but only as a test of his own sense of Honor not to use it. Evaris reluctantly agrees, feeling like he has somehow tainted an otherwise peaceful soul.

The Ridiculously Massive Wedding

Bonded for a year, they decided it was time to tie the knot, a blend between Vulcan and Klingon marital traditions. The party was HUGE, not even because either of them are particularly popular. Between Evaris’s family being a polycule plus all of his siblings (and nieces and nephews) and extended family from that and Gavvrok’s big ol’ Klingon family, and all their friends on the station. They held it on Khitomer just to prevent causing a fire hazard on the station. It was confused for a diplomatic meeting by a few disgruntled ambassadors and embassy employees. The most drama that came out of it was one of Gavvrok’s cousins being a little too into the idea of Kalifee but also having NO IDEA how it works so she didn’t end up causing a diplomatic incident.

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aquadestinyswriting · 9 months

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Happy Wednesday! Your questions are...

🔪 - Genre swap! Your characters are in a horror movie! How does it go? Who dies first, and who (or what) is the killer?

👬 - Body swap! Two of the characters in your WIP have switched bodies. How do they react? Do they get up to any sort of mischief with their newfound form, or are they just miserable?

HI, so sorry it's taken so long to get around to answering these for you. Going to place the answers under a cut to save peoples' dashes

🔪 - Genre swap! Your characters are in a horror movie! How does it go? Who dies first, and who (or what) is the killer?

I'll keep this answer to the "main cast" because that's what I tend to do for these kinds of questions.

Since all four characters are basically your standard goody two-shoes types, we'll go with someone else being the killer. If they're in a slasher movie, then the priestly powers of three of them won't necessarily save them (because in any other kind of horror movie those are basically cheat!mode). I've also watched enough slasher films to know exactly how the logic works ;).

The first to die will likely be Selene. The girl is super smart, but she is incredibly lacking in the common sense department and is exactly the type to go investigate weird and wonderful noises because she is just like that. She's also not very strong physically and can and will be easily overpowered if she's stuck in a corner.

The rest will manage to outrun and outsmart the killer for most of the rest of the movie, but it's likely that Edwin will be the next to go because, while he's against killing as a principal generally, he will be totally wanting to annihilate the killer for getting Selene. Sadly slasher movie logic dictates that this will end with his demise.

The last one to go will be Yoruk, who will inevitably sacrifice himself to allow Merri to kill the killer in turn. Why do these two survive so long? Easy. Both of them have a lot of actual combat experience and have sparred alongside each other for most of their lives and work extremely well together. Yoruk is also exactly the type of person who is willing to get themselves killed to let his partner have an opening to strike at.

👬 - Body swap! Two of the characters in your WIP have switched bodies. How do they react? Do they get up to any sort of mischief with their newfound form, or are they just miserable?

Oh, for a body swap I'm definitely going with Adrian and Thazaar! This is just for the lolz because Thazaar is going to hate it.

For context, Adrian is a reformed necromancer, who is now using his powers to help the people of Toreguarde after defecting from the Bad!Guy Wizard group who created the portal to the Pit that sits under the wizard's tower in the first place. Thazaar is Selene's second in command and is basically an Aasimar (with a Firre heritage), who despises necromancy in all its forms.

Thazaar reacts... poorly to the swap; demanding that the tower's staff do everything in their power to reverse things immediately. The feeling of necromancy magic makes him itch, so being in a body that is suffused with that power is actually traumatising. He'll do everything he can to refrain from casting anything, and will likely spend the whole duration of the swap pestering Selene and Dwena about reversing it and refusing to converse with Adrian's various assistants, who are very confused and upset about their master's sudden change in personality.

Adrian is a much more laid-back fellow, so while celestial magic, likewise, makes him itch in his normal body, the swap isn't quite so psychologically breaking for him. In fact; he sees it as an opportunity to learn more about how Celestial magic works since it's basically a fusion of divine and arcane magic in one place. He'll likely spend his time testing out spells and figuring out the mechanics so he can use them when he gets back to his own body again. He'll probably spend a few hours talking to Thazaar and trying to get his fellow wizard to calm down and realise that he's got an opportunity to gain a brand new perspective, which falls entirely on deaf ears.

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #writeblr asks #answered asks

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First Kiss W/ The JJK Characters

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters (Megumi, Maki, & Yuuta) X Gn!Reader

Summary: How the first kiss happened between you and the jjk characters

Fushiguro Megumi:

- ok so megumi was the one type of guy you date that you have NO FUCKING IDEA what he wants unless he verbally says it which is difficult at times

- so when he was oddly quiet around you suddenly and wasn’t acting like himself when he was usually around you, you were hella confused

- so you asked yuji and he simply told you that megumi clearly wanted something from you but he wouldn’t tell you what so you had to ask nobara which she said

- “you don’t know? fushiguro is trying to tell you that something is wrong because he wants to kiss you! i can’t believe you two haven’t even kissed yet!”

- yeah so that was a fun trip of realization for you 👍

- later that day when you were out training with the rest of the group, you and megumi were sitting down beside each other and he was still acting weird

- you finally spoke up and asked if he wanted something and if it was wanting to kiss you which he denied despite his cheeks turning red subtly as he talked

- you could easily tell that he was lying so you leaned over closer towards him and pecked his lips

- he was so shocked that you did that that it was noticeable to everyone there and even gojo teased him for it

- after that megumi would still be hesitant to kiss you if you were with others but if you two were alone then he would continuously kiss you <3

Zen’in Maki:

- believe it or not, but maki was actually the one to initiate the first kiss

- you two had been training together after the day had ended so it was dark outside making it more difficult to actually fight but that was the point according to maki

- she would never admit it, but she did go easier on you when it was just you two training together, but recently she didn’t even have to because you were at the same level as her now which made her happy because she finally has someone that she can spar with on the same level other than yuuta

- also both of you had agreed that the winner of the match would get any reward that they wanted because yay betting <3

- it was way past the time you both were supposed to be back at the dorm because neither of you had realized what time it actually was but eventually the match ended when maki pinned you to the ground

- “looks like i win,” she said to you with a smirk present on her face, “i’ll take my reward now.”

- you had no clue what she was going to do or say next, so you were incredibly surprised when you felt her lips press against yours

- when she pulled away, both of you were blushing but if you were to say anything she would angrily deny it despite knowing it was true

- after that, maki was much more cocky (but in a good way idk how) and flirty with you knowing that she can just kiss you and it will fluster you

- but if you were the one that were to surprise her with a kiss, her cheeks would heat up from not expecting it but she would try and play it off as quick as possible unless you two were alone

Okkotsu Yuuta:

- poor yuuta was always so nervous around you even after you two started dating that he was too scared to actually be the one to kiss you for the first time

- so yes, it was you that kissed him first

- it was after training and you two were in his room while laying on his bed cuddling as he was just staring at you the whole time like he wanted to say or do something but was hesitating

- you knew what it was though, and that was only because earlier that day you were talking with panda and he said

- “okkotsu tells me that he wants to kiss you all the time but never does, so you better do it before he has a breakdown!”

- so when yuuta glanced away for a moment, you looked at him and said his name, causing him to look at you

- he was about to ask what was wrong when you kissed him, making his eyes widen as big as they could as his cheeks turned bright red

- it was only a peck and when you pulled away, you could still see the same face on his face that was in total shock and flustered mess because of what you just did

- after that yuuta was no longer embarrassed or nervous to kiss you and he did it a lot, like a lot because he just loved kissing you

- but he’s cute so it’s okay <33

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celestial-kit · 3 years

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Everything Has Changed

I’m not sure what this is, I was just thinking about what Bakugo might be like when he first feels an attraction for someone... and then this happened.

Pairing: Bakugo x reader

Warnings: Fluff, brief mention of penetration, slight NSFW themes, Minors DNI

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I headcanon that Bakugo doesn’t start exploring his romantic and sexual attraction to others until after he’s graduated high school. He’s always been observant, so he could recognize when someone was attractive, but he was never actually attracted to anyone because he was so focused on everything else. Winning sports festivals, doing work studies, training to stay on top of his rivals and teammates. It just never occurred to him that he could be a hero and be in love.

He starts to recognize that he is a romantic and sexual being when he meets you. It wasn’t love at first sight, but rather a series of events that sparked a heat inside him that he had never felt before.

You meet because you both start working as sidekicks at the same agency right out of high school. He didn’t pay much attention to you at first because you were quiet, focused on doing your work and getting experience in the field. Your boss often paired the two of you together for patrols, your quiet nature making it so that you don’t rile Bakugo up like some of the other sidekicks. It was on your 5th patrol together that Bakugo first recognized your skill as a hero.

It was a rather quiet day, not much happening as the two of you strolled the streets. You didn’t talk much outside of the occasional comment about where you should patrol next. As you were about to turn a corner onto a new street, a man dressed in black pushed past the two of you, running at full speed. Behind you, you both hear a woman cry, “My purse!” Bakugo briefly looks back over his shoulder to try to determine where the cry came from, while you automatically pushed forward to chase the bandit, sprinting after the man that was admittedly twice your size. When you caught up, you took your bo staff and swept his feet, making him fall forward on his face. You quickly clambered onto the man’s back, using your body weight to pin him, kicking the purse out of his reach, and zip tying his wrists together. The whole interaction took maybe 15 seconds, but it took Bakugo by surprise. He didn’t expect you to have the courage to jump into action so quickly, and he hadn’t realized that you were so strong. He knew then that he had been underestimating you, and it made him take you more seriously, and pay more attention to you.

The first time he realized he was attracted to you was the first time you sparred together. After that day on patrol, you started talking more, you learned about each other's training habits and quirks. He learned that you focused a lot of your training in martial arts. Since you were smaller, you knew you needed to know how to counter opponents that were bigger than you, and martial arts gave you the skills you needed to do that. One evening after work, you asked Bakugo if he wanted to train with you, and he said yes, expecting to pin you quickly and go home. You both agreed not to use your quirks and the winner would be the person that could pin the other for 5 seconds.

Bakugo was much larger than you, his biceps the size of your head, bulging when he reached out to try to pin you. You skillfully dodged each of his advances, using his momentum to land your own attacks and keep him off balance. Frustrated, Bakugo finally let loose a growl and lunged at you, attempting to use the sheer size of his body to force you down. You placed a hand on his shoulder when he neared you, kicking your legs over the both of your heads into a semi-cartwheel and forcefully brought one knee down into the middle of his back, the pressure making Bakugo’s legs go numb and his body to topple to the ground. He found himself in a similar position as the bandit that you had taken down on patrol, with you sitting on his back, his arms pinned behind him and his cheek against the ground. He looked up at you from the corner of his eye, a frustrated frown painted on his face. You can’t help but to let out a quiet giggle and a simple “I win” as you give him a small smile.

Your hair had mostly fallen out of the ponytail you had put it in before your match, pieces of it sticking to your forehead with sweat. Your eyes glowed with pride as you sat on top of him, and Bakugo could feel a faint blush creep onto his cheeks and blood rush south as he imagined you in this position above him, sinking onto his full cock with that same look in your eyes. When he got the feeling back in his legs, he pushed up on his arms, bucking you off his back and stalking towards the locker room, keeping his back to you to hide his semi-hard length.

After that moment, Bakugo couldn’t stay away from you. He never admitted his feelings to you, of course, but that didn’t stop him spending time with you, taking in the way you always greeted him with a gentle smile, how you never flinched when he yelled at the other sidekicks, your lightweight touch on his back as you tried to get around him in the copy room. You started getting dinner together, too. It wasn’t a date, despite what Kirishima said, Bakugo just wanted to eat dinner with a friend who he was incredibly attracted to.

You took turns recommending places to eat, trying new things, and rating them at the end of dinner. This week it was your turn and you had been craving Pho, so you recommended a restaurant near the agency that served it. You laughed at Bakugo as he piled his Pho with jalapenos and sriracha, trying to make it spicier. You enjoyed every bit of your meal, even bringing the bowl to your lips to drink the remaining broth of your soup. After you were both finished, Bakugo paid the bill and you started walking home.

“I rate it a 10,” you say, satisfied, rubbing your full belly. “What do you rate it?” You look at Bakugo expectantly.

“Tch,” he scoffs, keeping his pace slow as he walks you to your apartment. He wants to take his time, he doesn’t want to say goodbye yet. “It wasn’t that good. 5,” he shrugs.

“What? You’re too picky, that was a good meal,” You say with a pout.

“I’m not picky, I just have high standards,” Bakugo says as he feels a water droplet land on his cheek. He pulls a hand from where he had it shoved in his pocket, reaching out to feel more droplets hit his palms. He looks up to see gray storm clouds over your heads, so he reaches out to grab your hand and starts pulling you quickly to your apartment building. Just before you’re about to make it to the safety of an awning, the rain starts to pour and you both get soaked.

After pushing inside your building, you ask Bakugo if he wants to dry off in your apartment. He nods, letting go of your hand and following you up the stairs. Inside your apartment, he finds himself lingering in your living room while you change into dry clothes and search for a towel for him. When you return, you’re dressed in sweats and a white t-shirt that does nothing to hide your hardened nipples from Bakugo’s gaze. You bring him a fluffy towel, pulling him down to your level and plopping it on his head, drying his hair yourself.

He grunts at the action, unsure how to process the affection. When he looks at you from under the towel, he can see a smile on your face, but your eyes are dark and it’s like there is something else plaguing your mind. He watches as your eyes wander down his torso, taking in the way his dark, wet shirt clings to his muscles, and then finally lands on the space between his legs where he can feel himself hardening. You release a small gasp, but don’t pull away, instead simply bringing your eyes up to meet his for a few seconds before you lean in and place a short kiss on his lips.

Bakugo’s eyes widen when you press your lips to his, confused at first, and then closing them after he finally processes it all. You like him. You want him. And he wants you. When you pull away from him, he stands to his full height, dragging the towel off his head till it hits the floor, and then he’s grabbing you by the waist to pull you into a searing kiss. You gasp again and Bakugo takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, doing his best to make it clear how he feels, that he wants you, he needs you, and he doesn’t want to waste another moment without you.

When you part from the kiss, Bakugo looks into your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction, and he finds you smiling with glossy eyes and bruised lips. He gives you a small smirk and you giggle at him, aware that he’s not the type to lay his heart on his sleeve, confess his love and tell you how he feels. But you know how he feels, he tells you in the way his grip tightens around your waist, in how he pulls you into his chest and tucks his head into your neck, in the way he breathes in your scent and hums against your skin. Bakugo has feelings for you, and now that he has you, he won’t let you go.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugo katsuki

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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Call Me By My Name-Pietro Maximoff x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @dailymarvelposts)

Tags: @bloodorangemoonlight @amirahiddleston

Requested by @husherstan : ‘could you write a one w pietro maximoff? idk if you know about a trend on tik tok where a gf or bf call them partners by they first name. Reader and Pietro are enemies cuz them both are always trying to be the best of t team, reader calls him by others names and when she (or gn) calls by him real name he was like "why are you calling me like that? whats wrong with you? are you feeling bad today?" (and he likes her so fucking much, a simp)’

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Avengers team x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Character has the power of force fields, that both generate electricity and provide protection for them/others)

Warnings: Name calling, bullying, arguing, fluff

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“For the last time, watch where you’re going Speedy Gonzales!” I snapped as Pietro almost knocked me over again.

His form whizzed around the room once more before stopping in front of me.“Maybe try keeping up next time.”

I was startled by the force he left behind as he ran off again making a show of circling the entire training room multiple times, creating a small wave of air. I groaned loudly as I went back to jogging. He was such a show off, it infuriated me. We weren’t here to compete against each other, we were supposed to be a team; but when he waltzed around the place boasting about how fast he was, it was really hard not to step up to the plate.

Pietro was running faster than usual, trying to overlap me dozens of times, more than he would have done in a normal session. It got on my last nerve, making me stop, my powers already flowing through my arms. It would be hard to pinpoint him, so I charged up a huge ball of electricity, casting it out harshly. I just managed to catch him, laughing as he yelped out in surprise, being thrown high into the air before landing on the sparring mats. I saw him slowly get up, clearly I had caused some pain. My fun was soon ended as he ran towards me again, having to quickly put up a force field that would protect me. Pietro bounced off it, though I hadn’t put any charge in this one, so he only fell on his backside.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled out, though we still kept our guard up around each other.“Really (Y/N)? You can relax now.”

“I don’t trust him.” I replied.

She sighed.“Come on, Steve wants to talk about the mission.”

“Why? We debriefed three days ago.”

“Something to do with it being on the news.” she shrugged, walking away.

Pietro glanced back at me, looking me up and down before following his sister. However, he didn’t look at me with disgust or anything of the sort, it was almost as if he was checking me out. I tutted at myself, why on Earth would he ever look at me like that?

I wasn’t happy joining the meeting in my sweaty state.Everyone else was dressed and put together, but at least Pietro looked similar. The team was gathered around a table, looking to Steve who was stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest. He had the look of disappointment on his face, which meant bad news for the rest of us...or whoever was in trouble. With no seats left, I copied Steve’s stance at the back of the room, rolling my eyes when Pietro stood beside me.

“Sorry to call you guys in on such short notice.” Steve started.“But I feel that we have to discuss something that’s starting to effect the team.”

He pulled up a screen showing the news. It had images and videos of our last mission. We were raiding an old factory on the edge of the city, finding a terrorist group hiding out there as they worked on their gadgets. News coverage showed the team fighting from a helicopter view, and we were all confused as to why Steve was showing us this.

“Fastest man alive,” Pietro repeated what the reporter said,“it has a nice ring to it.”

“I wouldn’t put that in your Tinder bio.” I quipped, causing a few chuckles.

Steve looked at me.“And this is why we’re here today.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.“What?”

“You and Pietro are always at each other’s throats. It’s...well frankly, it’s exhausting listening to you two arguing all the time. And it could seriously put someone in danger whilst on a mission, even you two.”

“He always starts it-”

Pietro held up a finger.“Hold on, you do too-”

“You’re just proving his point guys.” Natasha spoke over us.

“As I was saying,” Steve brought the attention back to him,“the media has also caught onto this. There’s multiple images of you two clearly arguing, or even getting in each others way during the mission. At one point, you’re both trying to save the same person, but almost miss that chance because you’re so invested in being better than the other!”

Steve was really mad, and from everyone else’s faces, they thought the same thing.

“So until all of this changes, you two are suspended from any missions.”

“What?!” we both exclaimed.

“And you may not approach any other team member for assistance with training.”

“Why are we both being punished?” I demanded to know.

“Oh, do not play the victim here Mrs Incredible!” Pietro snapped.

“Mrs Incredible is super stretchy, it’s the daughter who has the same powers as me, you idiot!”

“See? You’re further showing me that I made the right decision. I felt bad at first, but now I know that this is the right direction to go in.” Steve raised his voice.“You’re both dismissed.”

“Well, what are the rest of you doing?” Pietro dared to ask.

“We are going to go over all the planning we have done for upcoming missions. Everything has to change because of you two. Now please go.”

I held it together as I left the room, not wanting to appear like a toddler stomping away in a tantrum. It was impossible to get away from Pietro, what with him being ‘the fastest man alive’, but I was going to try. I didn’t need another argument right now, I was upset, needed to be alone. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that.

“Leave me alone.” I warned Pietro as he followed me.

“I can’t believe this! They’ve kicked us off the team because you always have to say something-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And to think, they’re going to risk not having me on the team. I help them with everything, I’m a crucial part-”

“Pietro!” I shouted, spinning on my heel to face him.

His eyes widened at that, glancing down to my clenched up fists, little electric sparks running over them, before looking me in my teary eyes.

I sighed, relaxing my tense shoulders and hands before leaving. There was no point trying to explain. He wouldn’t understand. We would both get mad, probably fight, the team would have to break us up; I had no energy to do that. Slowly turning away, I was surprised by the silence that followed, Pietro didn’t even follow me.

I checked the time on the lock screen of my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I fled from Pietro. It also made me realise how dark the room had become, the sun would set in a few minutes. But I didn’t bother turning on any lights, instead leaning back again on the chair. I was sat in an empty lobby, it was a small room, facing the floor to ceiling window that showed the landscape that surrounded the headquarters. Besides just sitting here, I should have distracted myself. Perhaps put on a film, relax after training, something to take my mind off of things. Instead, I decided to sit with my thoughts.

“H-hey.” I heard Pietro quietly say from the doorway.

Looking over my shoulder, I didn’t reply, facing the window again when he began walking towards me. He hesitantly turned on a lamp near us, sitting on the chair beside mine. Pietro also looked out of the window, clasping his hands together for a few seconds before fidgeting. I tried to ignore it, though after an hour of peace and nothingness, it became irritating quickly.

“Can you stop?” I blurted out.“Please?”

“Are you annoyed by everything I do?” he asked.

“Not...everything. I just...doesn’t matter, it’s not like you care anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m not falling for this Pietro.”

“Why are you saying my name?”

“What?”

“You never say my name. Actually, we never say each others names.”

“And why does that matter?”

“It just feels, it feels serious.”

“I mean, we’ve basically been kicked off the team, so yeah, it’s serious.”

“We’ve not been kicked off the team (Y/N).”

“We could be if we don’t get our act together.”

“It won’t go that far-”

“But it could! I can’t believe how calm you are about the whole thing.” I stood, distancing myself from him.“I’ve worked too hard for this. Imagine what would happen if word got out that I was disbanded from the Avengers because of a tiny argument, with a team member who is so narcissistic that he can’t put others before himself!”

I realised I had began ranting, stopping myself before I said anything else hurtful. But by the look of Pietro’s face, it was already too late.

“I...I’m sorry (Y/N).” he never broke eye contact.“And before you say anything, I mean it.”

“Pietro, I-”

“I can see how much this job means to you.”

“It’s my fault too. I always try to outdo you or challenge you.”

“No, don’t be humble.” he got out of his seat, standing in front of me.“It’s almost always my fault that we argue. And I hate myself for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m usually very good with the ladies.” he grinned, though it disappeared when he realised it wasn’t time to joke.“But not around you apparently. It’s probably because you’re extremely strong and sure of yourself, and I go for a different type, the polar opposite to you.”

“Pietro, I...um...”

“I was really impressed by you when we first met. It made me nervous actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all I can do is run really fast.”

“But, you’ve been on much more missions than I have. Doesn’t that say something?” I hung my head.

“Are you crazy? You’re not on those missions because they don’t need you.”

My head whipped up to see his smile drop.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant that those missions are for Avengers like me. The ones they can use over and over without worrying about them being too tired for the next one. What I’m trying to say is, you’re too important.”

“I never thought I would say this, but Pietro, you’re an important part of the team too. I always rose to your challenges because I felt I needed to prove something to the others. I was new, then I was accepted after all my relentless training, but when you and Wanda came along, I instantly became old news. And you didn’t even go through the rigorous regimes like I did, so I just assumed you were better than me.”

“It seems we were both wrong about each other. We were going through a lot of effort to outdo the other when we could have saved that energy for...well, anything else really.”

“Yeah. I suppose so.”

Pietro held his hand out.“Truce?”

I smiled up at him as I shook it.“Truce.”

A cheeky smirk appeared as he raised an eyebrow at me.“Let’s not tell the team about this just yet. I feel like there would be a lot of ‘I told you so’.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“And another thing.”

I noticed he was still holding my hand, though they were lowered now, and his grip wasn’t as firm.“Yes?”

“Can we start calling each other by our actual names?”

“I mean, I assumed we would anyway.”

“Oh, good. I just...”

“You just?”

“I just like the way it sounds when you say my name.”

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 5

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, House Map

Summary: Movie theater, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and the county fair

“We can come back to get the rest. I don’t understand why you’re doing that.”

Wanda watches you struggle trying to carry everything you brought from the store but two bags that Wanda herself is carrying.

“Because, my young Padawanda, it is one of the most important rules of the Jedi Code. One must never make a second trip to the car lest he be a nerd.”

“Oh my gosh! Have you seen Star Wars?” You and Wanda turn your heads towards the porch where Sam and Peter reside. Peter runs down to you in excitement. “Which ones have you seen?”

“Only like all of them!” you answer, just as excited as Peter to have someone else here who likes the movies. Laura finds them boring, Clint thinks they’re too long, and Nat says she’s not a child. You tried watching them with Cooper and Lila but they fell asleep halfway through. So no one can blame you for getting excited. Unfortunately, the little bounce that accompanied your answer causes a few things to slip from your arms, but Peter, given his incredible reflexes, catches them all before they touch the ground. “The force is strong with this one,” you tell him.

“And a second trip is what makes you a nerd.” Sam mumbles under his breath on his way over to help by taking the bags from Wanda. “What’s on your neck?” He asks her. Her hand flies up to her neck only to find it sticky.

“It’s what happens when you mess with a Jedi,” you answer for her in a silly voice making Peter laugh. You also make Wanda blush as she recalls how it happened, but you don’t see this since you and Peter are already making your way to the house. Sam, however, does notice Wanda’s face and recognizes that look, leaving him stumped. Wanda only snaps out of her trance when the door closes behind you and Peter.

“I don’t get it,” he says to Wanda. “What is it about her? Is it the confidently flirty but still kind of geeky thing that does it for you ladies?”

Wanda, embarrassed at being caught, heads to the house ignoring Sam’s questions. She can still hear him as he yells after, “Don’t walk away! I need to know if nerds are the thing now!”

Sam catches her in the kitchen along with you and Peter putting things you bought where they’re meant. Instead of asking Wanda anything, he turns his questions to you and Peter, who you all find out has a girlfriend now. Sam guesses his “nerds are in” theory correct based on that and soon he is agreeing to watch Star Wars with you, Peter, and Wanda. He threw Wanda a subtle wink when neither you nor Peter were looking as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ for including her in those plans. Clint, coming in from the side door, catches the ending of that conversation and groans.

“No! Laura! Peter and Y/N found an interest they can both be annoying about,” he goes to complain to his wife. Later though, he as well as everyone else joins you to watch the movie. You and Peter thoroughly answer all of Sam and Pietro’s questions and hush everyone at your favorite parts, mouthing the lines along with the scene. Wanda ends up not watching the movie anymore but watching you and she begins to wonder if maybe Sam was right.

***

“How much longer?” you find yourself asking the next morning trying not to sound as out of breath as you are. You’ve been jogging for you don’t know how long now but it feels way longer than what Nat had promised it would be when she woke you up at six in the morning.

“Another mile,” she answers, no sign of struggle in her voice as if this is a cakewalk. You suppose it is for her since she’s had to slow down numerous times for you to catch up.

“Another mile?!”

“Hey, you said you would keep up today,” Nat reminds you.

“You know you can’t trust anything I say during my haven’t-had-caffeine-yet hours. Don’t I get points for trying?”

“Like your little green friend says, ‘Do or do not, there is no try’,” Nat retorts.

“I knew you were paying attention last night!” You increase your pace to jog beside her. “You can act too tough to like Star Wars all you want around everyone else, but I’ll always know the truth.” You can see her shake her head from the corner of your eye. You don’t say anything for a moment, but being one who cannot let the quiet linger too long, as Tanya would attest to, you speak up. “So, how’s your little green friend doing?”

You turn your head for a second to show Nat you were genuinely looking for an answer and in the next she’s practically running away from you. She went fast but not quick enough for you to miss the little redness creeping up on her cheeks. You have never in your years of knowing her seen her blush before. You have seen her sweat after a sparring match with Clint, get a bit of a sunburn, and get so angry she looked like she would pop a vein, but not one of those times were her cheeks turning a rosy color. Aww, Romanov’s in love. Once you’ve come to that conclusion, you go to tease her. Wait, where did she go?

“You asshole!” You yell at Nat who you finally find casually leaning on the car door watching you storm up to her. It took you an hour to find the car after losing the trail you were on trying to find Natasha. She doesn’t even flinch as she reaches over and pulls a twig out of your hair. “What happened to you?”

“You left me!” You huffed, walking around to the passenger side while Nat got in the driver seat unfazed. Truth be told, after 30 minutes without any sign of Nat, you thought she was putting you through some kind of test. You were getting paranoid, so it’s not surprising you took a tumble when you swiftly tried to avoid an attack from what turned out to be a squirrel running up a tree. But you’ll just keep that to yourself forever.

You head straight to the shower when you get to the house ignoring the morning greetings from those you pass on the way. “What’s up with her?” Sam asks Nat in the living room. “She hasn’t had her caffeine yet.”

You let the shower wash away your moodiness which, you can admit to yourself alone, stemmed for the most part from embarrassing yourself. Afterwards, you head to the kitchen ready to eat whatever everyone had for breakfast, but come up empty. You guess they’d finished all of it if the plates and pan left out to dry say anything. You open the fridge looking for something to eat. Maybe there is something in there you can heat up. Unlike Laura, Wanda, and self proclaimed chef Pietro, you cannot cook to save your life.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” Speak of the devil. Maybe he can make you something? You know all it would take is some batting of the eyelashes and a compliment. No, Wanda said no. But there is nothing in the fridge to heat up and you were hungry. Wanda would surely understand it was for the greater good, right? Already breaking the first rule, I see.

Caught red handed, you look over Pietro’s shoulder to see Wanda walking into the kitchen to join you two. She’s raising her eyebrows at you waiting for an answer.

“Okay, new rule,” you say. Pietro is confused at what he assumes is your response until he sees that you aren’t talking to him. “No more reading my mind,” you say sternly, pointing at Wanda.

Pietro smirks. “Yeah, I don’t need you to hear what goes on Y/N’s mind when she is thinking about me,” he says to Wanda. Both you and Wanda roll your eyes. “Sam is asking for you outside,” is all she says to him and off he goes with a groan.You groan as well, the chance of getting someone to make you food leaving with him.

“You could have just asked me, you know?” Wanda says, leaning against the sink.

“I thought I said no mind reading,” you remind her. She chuckles when you close the refrigerator door and hit your head against it in defeat.

“I wasn’t,” she defends. “I was serious when I said he can’t cook. I may have saved you from food poisoning.”

“Maybe, but I would have been full and happy for a moment. Since you chased away my shot at food, I think you should make it up to me by making me some breakfast,” you try, leaning against the fridge.

“Oh? I should, should I?” You nod confidently thinking it might just work, but she tears that thought away when she continues, “Cause I remember you still needing to make it up to me when you didn’t buy the ice creams.”

You frown, “I thought you’d forgotten about that.” She smiles, with nose scrunch and all, shaking her head. “Fine, you want to go to the fair? I’ll take you to the fair tomorrow!”

“A fair? I want to go!” you hear Cooper shout. He is coming in through the back door with Lila who looks just as excited and with Nat who does not. You ignore Nat’s face when you tell Cooper that you can all go to the fair. He and Lila run off in excitement to tell the others. Nat glares at you as she takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“See,” you turn to Wanda. “Now I have to take you for sure. Make me some food now, please,” you beg her, drawing out the word please. She squints her eyes like she’s thinking about it and then, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

“Thank you,” you throw her a huge smile at which Wanda rolls her eyes.

“But if you are going to be here,” she says pushing you away from the fridge, “you are going to help. You’ve got to learn how to cook for yourself.” And you do just that. You nod along intently listening to all her instructions, not wanting to miss a thing. Sometimes you’d interrupt to make a joke and when one is about her brother, she playfully punches you. You are so immersed in your little bubble, you forget Nat is not too far away watching your interaction with curiosity. She has you try the food first and you could almost moan. You notice a blush creeping up on Wanda’s face and suddenly she’s avoiding your eyes.The food is so good and you were so hungry that maybe you did let out a little noise of satisfaction. Before you could say anything, another voice interrupts, “What’s this I hear about a fair?”

You turn slowly recognizing the tone your cousin uses. It’s the who-made-these-plans-without-asking-me-first tone. You smile at Laura, mouth full of food. You see Nat point at you but Laura was already looking at you. “Yeah, I think she knows it was me, Natasha.”

***

A few uneventful hours go by and you are bored out of your mind. You have a sudden urge to go out seeing as the sun was still shining. You pull out your phone having an idea of what to do to kill some time. You scroll through your phone to see what movies are playing at the only movie theater in town. You see that the next showing is for a horror movie.

“Do you like scary movies?” you turn to the group playing Uno in the living room. Pietro gets up in excitement when you mention going to the movie theater. Sam agrees to come as well and drags Peter out the door when Peter wants to stay claiming it’s to keep the kids company. You are about to head out with everyone but you notice Wanda still sitting on the couch. You wait for her to get up when Pietro says, “Yeah, good luck with that. She’s too chicken to watch scary movies.”

Wanda, offended, gets up quickly from the couch, “Am not. I just think they’re boring.”

“Sure,” Pietro chuckles as he heads out the door.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” you tell her. You think she is going to stay, but she starts heading out the door to the car.

“You sure that’s not enough butter, Y/N?” Peter asks you when he sees how much butter he’s already put in the bucket at your insistence. He can feel some of it through the bucket already.

“Fine, that’s good. You grab some napkins. I’ll hold the bucket,” you tell him after you see his eyebrows scrunch. You all go to the designated room and pick a row to sit in having pretty much any seat you want since it was practically empty. You sit down next to Peter and notice Pietro’s eyes falling to the empty seat on your other side. He aims to sit next to you but his sister who was sitting next to Peter before beats him to it. He throws her a confused look as he shuffles his way down to sit in her abandoned seat. “Real subtle there, Wanda,” you say, amused more than anything.

“I can see the screen better from here.” You let her bad excuse slide and turn to the screen as the movie begins to play. Between you, Peter, and Pietro, the popcorn is gone in record time. The jumpscares begin halfway through the movie. Peter holds the empty bucket as a safety blanket which you find adorable. You don’t even know if Wanda is watching the movie. She’s got her eyes somewhat hidden behind her fingers. You want to tease her, so you reach to take her fingers away from her face, but another jumpscare happens and she takes your hand in her free one. You feel her squeeze the life out of your hand in anticipation of another jumpscare.

Your palm begins to sweat and you start to feel uncomfortable with all the butter on your fingers, so you slip your hand out from hers. She turns to you in question. “Sorry, my hand’s full of butter,” you whisper. She reaches over you to ask Peter something. Without a word, she leans back in her seat with napkins in her hand and cleans all the butter off your hand before taking it in hers once more, this time interlacing your fingers. She turns her focus back to the movie. You feel you should just do the same, so you follow her actions. You let her hold your hand for the rest of the movie until the lights come back up.

Wanda shouldn’t have watched that movie. It is much too dark in the bedroom. It is much too quiet. She can hear Nat’s soft breathing from beside her. The silhouettes of various items around the room are creeping her out. She doesn’t think she is going to be sleeping any time soon. Maybe some tea will help. She gets up quietly trying not to wake Nat, but when she’s at the door, Nat asks, “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” Wanda lies easily. She’d rather not let Nat know that she couldn’t sleep because of some scary movie. What kind of superhero would that make her? As she heads downstairs, she wonders if you were still awake. She turns down the hallway to peek into the living room and sure enough you were still awake watching television. She walks over to you behind the couch. “What are you watching?” she asks. You feel your soul leave your body not having heard her approach. She giggles as she walks around to sit next to you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, just warn a girl next time.” She turns her attention to the show. “It’s Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It’s really good. I used to watch it with Laura when she would babysit while my mom was at work. Some of the jokes I wouldn’t even understand but I’d laugh ‘cause she was laughing,” you reminisce.

“You and her are very close.”

“Yeah, well, she’s practically the only family I have. My mom passed not so long ago and seeing as there was never a dad in my family picture, my aunt and uncle took me in. I don’t have any siblings and neither does Laura so, she’s kind of it.” You add, “Well, apart from Clint, Nat, and the kids of course.”

Another two scenes go by on the show before you ask, “Did you have a nightmare or could you not fall asleep?”

Wanda looks down embarrassed so you add, “I promise I’m not teasing. I’m just asking.”

“I couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet and dark and Natasha was already asleep, so I thought I would come down here,” she replies.

“Oh, so you thought I would definitely put you to sleep. Wow, I don’t see how this friendship is going to work if you think I bore you to sleep,” you tease. Upon seeing her tired smile, you take pity and pat your thighs and gesture for her to lie down. “Come here.”

When she lays her head on your lap, you begin running your fingers through her hair. You hear her yawn and a few minutes later you find her sound asleep. Careful not to wake her, you reach over to the blanket you were meant to use on you and throw it over her body instead. Another two episodes play before you fall asleep.

***

You wake up once again with a sore neck and you feel that your body might be as well, but when you remember the reason, you don’t find it in yourself to complain. You look around prepared to see Nat in gym clothes holding a coffee cup but you find the living room empty apart from you and Wanda. You look out the window and see the sun is barely about to rise. Surprised to have woken up before anyone else, you decide to make the most of it but you are quickly sidetracked getting distracted by Wanda’s sleeping form. “I can feel you staring,” she says, her voice husky which you try hard not to find attractive. She turns her head to look up at you with sleepy eyes. “Friends don’t do that.”

“I was not staring. I was admiring,” you respond. “And friends can admire their friends.”

“Well mine don’t the way you do.”

“Ain’t that a shame.” You boop her nose with your finger making her scrunch her nose.

“They do, however, let me sleep,” she jokes. She turns her head back as if she was to go back to sleep and you decide this might be the best time to get up. You gently lift her head from your lap and swivel your body off the couch. “Where are you going?” she whines, when you place a pillow under her head.

“I am going to wake Nat up for once in my life,” you reply with determination. You stretch and shake your legs trying to get the feeling back in them.

“Good luck with that,” is the last thing Wanda says before closing her eyes and going back to sleep. You head to the kitchen to start the coffee pot and then make your way upstairs. Luckily, the door was left open so you don’t make any noise on your way in. You tiptoed your way to Natasha and bent down so your face was eye level to hers. You honestly can’t believe you’ve made it this far since she is the lightest sleeper. This is the spy they chose for the Avengers? You giggle to yourself imagining the face Nat is going to make when you scare her. Oh, if they could see her now…they would be satisfied with their choice, you think as you try to choke out, “Uncle. Uncle.” Nat somehow has you in a choke hold and you are tapping furiously on her arm. Once she realizes it’s you she lets go.

“Y/N, what the hell! I could have hurt you!” she yells at you as you’re coughing. You stare at her unbelievably, rubbing at your neck, and once you can speak again you say, “Then what was this to you? Some light foreplay?”

Once you both settle down, she realizes you were up before her. You take some exercise attire out for yourself from your luggage. You might not like to exercise but gym clothes are sure comfy to lie around in. “You gotta keep up, Natasha. You don’t want the boss man to catch you slacking. Oh, I’m also making coffee so don’t worry about that.”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing. You smile in turn. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ll catch you downstairs.”

You leave her to change and head downstairs with your clothes. You go to the kitchen first and make two cups of coffee. Then you go to the restroom to change. After she finishes changing, Nat goes to the kitchen and sees you were not kidding. Natasha takes her cup of coffee to the living room as she always does and finds Wanda asleep on the couch. She sighs as things start adding up. She guesses this is the reason for the lack of a grumpy attitude from you so early in the morning. She wants to say something but Nat would rather take a motivated Y/N over Y/N complaining every five minutes on their hike. So, she doesn’t say anything for now.

You actually keep up with Nat this time and to top it off you don’t talk too much like you always do. Nat thinks it’s because you're in a good mood giving you motivation, but the reason for keeping her pace and keeping quiet is your fear she’ll leave you again if you say something to set her off and lose her like yesterday. Nat even goes as far as giving you a compliment at the end. Well, semi-compliment, but her “Not too bad, Y/N”s are few and far between so you return to the house feeling proud of yourself.

This time you’re the one saying good morning to everyone when you enter. You see a few of them still eating breakfast in the kitchen. You hope there will still be leftovers by the time you come back down after showering. Knowing how some of the guys eat, it is going to have to be a quick shower. Laura sees you eyeing the food and says, “Don’t worry, we saved you a plate.” And here you thought Wanda was the mind reader. “Wanda told us you were grumpy yesterday from not catching breakfast so we made sure to make more.” That explains it. You smile, happy someone kept you in mind. Now you can shower in peace. You thank her and head upstairs.

“You saw that, right?” Laura turns to Clint and Nat who walked in not too long before you left.

“She’s been like that all morning. Not one ‘Are we done yet?’ or ‘Why do you hate me, Natasha?’ on our hike,” Nat replies in a hushed tone as if it’s so unlike you to be agreeable in the morning.

“Do you think it has anything to do with a certain somebody?” Laura felt the need to ask.

“Well she didn’t just find a love for exercise,” Nat sarcastically says.

Clint sighs, “Do you think we have to talk to her again?”

Nat goes to respond, but Laura cuts off whatever Nat was going to say, “No, if anyone is going to talk to her, it’s me. And it’s not going to be some crappy ‘no dating’ rule type of conversation. You two are great when it comes to getting someone to talk with your intimidation, but save that for your job, which speaking of, Wanda is your coworker, so you may want to talk to her as well if you had to talk to Y/N because last I remember it takes two to tango.”

Nat and Clint stare at Laura in shock, embarrassment and guilt rightfully taking over their bodies. “Are we clear?” Laura asks them though it’s more of a statement leaving no room for argument.

“Yes.” “Yeah.”

Upstairs, you make your way to the guest room to grab some clothes. Wanda is sitting on the bed reading her book. She is still dressed in her pyjamas, which makes you smile. The sound of her turning the page shakes you from your thoughts and saves you from staring a bit too long. Wanda smirks without bothering to look away from her book and you know she caught you.

“Morning, I’m just gonna get some clothes,” you explain as you move to where your bag is. Wanda speaks up while you zip your duffle closed, “I’m sorry for bothering you last night.”

“Come on, Wanda. You could never be a bother,” you say sincerely, giving her a smile that she shyly returns. “Alright, the shower is calling my name.”

“Yeah, I can hear it screaming,” she jokes and laughs when you take mock offense, “Hey!” She goes back to reading when she sees you heading out the door but you call her attention once more, “Oh! Thanks for telling them to save me a plate.”

“Of course,” she replies like it wasn’t even worth mentioning. You nod at her and then go to shower, closing the guest room door behind you.

A few seconds later, the door opens up again and Wanda amusedly says, her eyes never straying from the page she’s reading, “Did the shower call the wrong name?”

“No, it was definitely calling Y/N’s and mine too, I’m sure, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Wanda’s head diverts to the door at Nat’s voice.

“And you needed back up for it?” Wanda looks over to Clint who awkwardly stands behind Nat.

Clint clears his throat, “Well it was only fair if Y/N got both of us, you did too.”

Wanda straightens her posture as she places her book beside her. “Ah, so this is about Y/N. I had a feeling.”

Nat and Clint come into the room, Clint closing the door behind him. Nat goes to sit on the end of the bed and Clint stands behind her. “Look, we were wrong to tell Y/N what to do or rather not do. She is an adult and has the right to do whatever she wants, but you have to understand she’s someone who tends to get ahead of herself and we didn’t- we don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Nat starts.

“So you’re saying she is getting ahead of herself with me? That what? Come two weeks, she’ll realize she doesn’t want me?” Wanda starts to get visibly upset.

“No, that’s not what-” Clint tries to speak but Wanda is not done talking. “Even if that was the case, it would be her choice. It would be my choice.”

“Wanda, you are not going to be here in two weeks. You are not going to be here in a few days,” Natasha calmly says trying to reason. “Look, we love Y/N, okay? But she often finds herself making mistakes-”

“So I would just be another mistake?

“No, you would be a dangerous one,” Nat says trying to get something through to Wanda.

“I would never hurt her.”

“No, maybe not intentionally,” Nat continues, and when Wanda looks like she is going to argue, Clint interrupts, “Wanda, just let her finish.” Wanda takes a breath to calm herself down and then nods for Natasha to carry on.

“Being in our lives more than she has to could get her hurt. Even this morning, I hurt her when she was probably just trying to play some stupid prank. Being around us is dangerous. Why do you think Clint kept all this a secret,” Nat motions around the room. “Why do you think I was so upset about her and Yelena? Why do you think we haven’t said anything to Y/N before? Those other girls aren’t you. Those other girls aren’t Yelena. I don’t even know where she is right now. We live different lives. Say things do work out with Y/N. Much like I don’t know where my sister is, there will be times she won’t have a clue where you are or if you’re okay. When Clint and I say we don’t want anyone to get hurt, it goes both ways.”

“Wan, have you seen my blue shirt with the buttons?” Pietro storms into the room like a man on a mission, not even bothering to acknowledge Nat and Clint are in the room as well. “I know I packed it.” Not until he reads the hurt in Wanda’s eyes does he read the room and like the protective sibling he is, he is quick to get defensive. “What’s happening here?”

Her brother’s interruption could not have come at a better time. Wanda didn’t know how to respond to Nat’s explanation. She was feeling herself choke up, Vision’s voice springing in her head again. She’s happy to have Pietro here so willing to jump in to defend her but she doesn’t want to drag him into it, so she clears her throat and says, “Nothing. We were just talking.” He still looks unsure, so she gets up from the bed and offers, “I’ll help you look for it.” Her eyes plead for him to let it go. Luckily, he does and heads out the door. Clint and Nat watch Pietro leave and Wanda stop by the door. “You don’t have to worry. Y/N made it clear to me that we’re just friends,” she says in defeat, then turns to follow her brother.

“Well, that went well,” Clint says sarcastically.

Wanda spends the next two hours helping Sam, Peter, and Pietro get ready. She helps Sam pick an outfit first seeing as he was the first to shower. She has to pry one of Peter’s t-shirts from his hands saying he’s twice Peter’s size and he cannot pull the nerdy look. She helps Peter next. It’s mostly just styling his hair he needs help with. At last she helps her brother after having knocked on the bathroom door four different times telling him to hurry up.

“How does the one with superspeed take an hour in the shower?” Sam asks rhetorically. Sam, Wanda, and Peter are on the bed in Cooper’s room watching Pietro straighten out his shirt.

“Hey, it takes time to look this good,” Pietro says as he fixes his collar. All three of them nearly roll their eyes. “Do you think Y/N will like this shirt?”

“Yeah, if it was on Wanda, maybe,” Sam snorts. Peter holds back a chuckle while Wanda tries not to react.

“You look nice,” Wanda says, not wanting to tear down her brother’s confidence. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the closed door when someone knocks. They hear you ask if you can come in. Pietro responds, “One second.” He goes to lean against Cooper’s desk casually and all three on the bed try really hard not to laugh. Peter has to shove his face in a pillow. “Okay, come in.”

You let yourself into the room, your eyes falling on Wanda immediately. “Not that you don’t look nice in them, but do you really plan on wearing your pjs to the fair?” you tease her. “I mean, you’ll for sure be turning heads, if that’s the plan.”

She replies, “I was waiting on the shower. Someone was taking their time.” She points her head in Pietro’s direction who gives you a nod in acknowledgement and a “‘sup?” Sam’s mouth forms a line trying so hard not to laugh out loud. Peter’s face stays hidden behind the pillow but you can see from the side of his neck his face was getting red. You feel like you walked in at the wrong time given everyone’s behavior. You tell Wanda, “You might want to hurry. Clint says we’re leaving soon.” With that you turn to leave wondering what you had walked in on.

When you shut the door, everyone in Cooper’s room excluding Pietro bursts out laughing.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam asks between fits of laughter.

Peter gets up and leans against the desk to mimic Pietro, “‘Sup?” Everyone laughs again, Pietro leaning over to slap Peter in the back of the head.

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They take the family car and Nat’s car to the fair. Sam and Peter ride with Nat while the rest of you ride with Clint driving. As you wait in line to buy tickets, you lean over Wanda’s shoulder, who is standing right in front of you with her back to you, and say “I meant to say this earlier but you look nice.”

She smiles and then turns around to face you as you take a step back. She jokes, “I thought I looked good in my pyjamas but someone implied it wasn’t appropriate for the fair.”

“Oh definitely not appropriate. It was way too sexy. We couldn’t have that around the children,” you reply making her giggle.

“You don’t look too bad either,” she returns the earlier compliment, taking in your outfit as you shuffle forward with the rest of the line. “Your outfit is very nice.”

“Oh, this. I just threw it together.” No, you didn’t. You took your time with it. “But thanks,” you wave her off. When you reach the ticket stand, you rush in front of Clint to pay for yours, Wanda’s, Laura’s, Nat’s, and the kids’ tickets. You explain to him when you are all walking together that you kind of owed Wanda for something and you were the one who promised to take the kids here much to Nat and Laura’s displeasure so you kind of owed them too.

You make it inside the fairgrounds. A giant banner that reads “WESTVIEW COUNTY FAIR!” greets you overhead. Everyone gets excited upon seeing the banner and all the lights in the background. Well, everyone but Nat and Laura, Nat not ever a big fan of fairs and Laura not a fan of taking care of kids at a fair. Out of all the lights shining on the fairgrounds, your favorite is the one shining through Wanda’s eyes as she takes everything in with wonder.

“So what do you want to do first?” you ask her.

She turns to you and almost looks embarrassed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to a fair.”

“What?” you ask in shock. She shrugs not knowing what else she could say. “Well, it’s settled then. We are not leaving until you get the whole experience. Let’s go buy some wristbands for the rides. We are going on every single one.” Her eyes widen and the wonder in them from earlier shifts into nervousness. “It’ll be fun, come on,” you reassure as you drag her to another line, leaving everyone else behind.

You and Wanda get on every ride but the ferris wheel telling her you have to leave that one for last. You even ride some twice, but you get hungry and ask Wanda if she wants to eat yet. She agrees that she could take a break for food. You try various things the fair offers wanting Wanda to try everything. “You Americans like to fry anything you can,” she comments as she takes another bite of her fried oreo. She hums as she finishes it off. “I understand why,” she says, making you laugh.

You spot Laura and Nat sitting at a table near the stage where some band is playing music. You and Wanda head on over. Soon everyone regroups there, finishing off the food they bought and watching people dance. Clint pulls Laura to dance with him. You all sit at the table watching them with a smile when someone obstructs your view of them. You look up to see a tall guy in a black cowboy hat smiling down at Wanda beside you offering his hand out asking her to dance. She looks at you, unsure of what to say. You give her a smile that admittedly took you a second to form and nod encouragingly for her to accept. She smiles politely at him and takes his hand. You watch them dance, your eyes only ever straying when you see Wanda going to look at you. You watch when he leans down to tell her something in her ear and she laughs. You wonder what he told her that was so funny. Your eyes roam over him. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. He has a nice face, good posture. You note he is also respectful with his hand placement when dancing, so you can appreciate that. It seems like Westview County has their own Steve Rodgers. The thought bugs you.

Someone blocks your view once again, only this time you are kind of thankful for it. You look up to see Pietro asking you to dance. “Why not?” you say, wanting to do anything rather than stare at Wanda dancing with some guy. He pulls you to the dance floor. You enjoy your time dancing with Pietro though you get dizzy from how quickly he spins you. You’re a little disappointed your dance is cut short when Lila taps your arm asking if she can dance with Pietro. You smile at her saying of course she can. With your distraction gone to dance with Lila, your eyes search for Wanda once more but you cannot seem to find her. You feel someone grab your hand and you are spun into that someone’s arms. Your eyes fall to familiar green ones and you smile, “Smooth moves, Maximoff.”

“Thank you,” she says with a smile as she starts to sway with you to the music. “You let me dance with a stranger.”

“You’re dancing with me now and we were strangers not so long ago,” you rebuttal.

“But at least we know each other’s names.”

“Did you not get his name?” you ask.

“I never asked for it,” Wanda returns simply, shrugging. You find it hard to believe that his name never came up so you say, “That was a lot of talking for him to not have given you a name.”

“You saw us talking? I would not have guessed you were paying attention. Every time I looked at you, you turned to look away,” she teases you.

You swallow, choking on the embarrassment of getting caught. “Doesn’t matter. His name’s probably Brad or something. He looks like a Brad.”

She laughs then catching on to your tone she asks, “Y/N, are you jealous?”

“What? Me, jealous?” you ask, astonished. She nods, smiling like she has her answer. “Wanda, I could never be jealous of some Brad. Dance with a Marcus and then maybe, but a Brad? Pfft. No.”

She just laughs and pulls you closer. You let yourself go and dance with her until whatever song the band is playing ends. “Let’s go play some games. I feel like shooting something,” you say, making her laugh loudly.

Everyone decides to play with you as well so you all head over to the different stands. Nat wins the shooting game, Clint coming in close. He wins the popping the balloons with darts game. They give their prizes to Cooper and Lila. Peter and Sam spend some time with the hammer and bell game; Peter hitting the bell every time garners some attention especially from some girls which frustrates Sam. Pietro wins a fish when he plays ring toss. It seems like everyone but you has been winning something. Even Wanda won a stuffed panda she gave to Lila after playing a water shooting game. You were getting frustrated trying to knock some blocks off a stool. You’ve spent a good $20 on this game already. Wanda catching your frustration decides to help you out. When you are down to your last ball, you try your best to focus and throw the ball. Two of the three blocks fall down. The last one is teetering on the edge. You think you’ve lost but a second later it falls over. You shout with glee. You ask the attendant for the keychain that has the letter W on it.

Wanda watches you with a smile as you approach her. “Thank you for that,” you say, and when she tries to play naive, you continue, “I know you knocked the last block.”

She gives you a sheepish smile. You hold out the keychain to her. “I figure this only rightfully belongs to you. May it proudly hold your keys until you lose it.” She tries to say no but you take her wrist and place the keychain in the palm of her hand. “It has your initial. You have to keep it.”

“I’m pretty sure the W is for Westview County,” she counters.

“A happy coincidence.” You don’t take no for an answer and she finally smiles and thanks you, putting her new keychain away so she doesn’t lose it. You look around to see the others still distracted with the games but you also catch your cousin yawn. You know this means you’re leaving soon so you grab Wanda’s hand and head over to the line for the ferris wheel.

You thank the attendant when he checks you have your belt on and pulls the bar to your lap. The wheel starts turning and when you are midway to the top, it shakes a little as two people get on the final empty cart. The shaking makes Wanda nervous. She grabs your hand almost protectively as her posture turns into one that looks ready for a fight. You turn your palm over to interlace your fingers and rub your thumb on her hand to try to soothe her nerves. “Hey, it’s okay,” you say. She turns to you and you see her irises are red. “They always do this. We’re okay. Just don’t rock the cart and we’ll be good.”

She takes a breath willing herself to relax. The red in her irises fade back to her green. She sits back and the ferris wheel moves again, this time not stopping for people to get on. You keep holding her hand squeezing it from time to time in reassurance. You can see Clint and everyone from the ferris wheel and point them out to Wanda. The only ones to see you are the kids who wave to you. You wave back.

“Do you come to the fair every year?” Wanda asks.

“Pretty much. There’s not much else to do,” you shrug. She ponders this for a moment and then, “So you’ve brought dates to the fair before, I’m guessing.”

“Yeah?” You say more like a question wondering where she was going with this.

“In the movies, people on dates always kiss on the ferris wheel. Did you kiss them?”

“Wanda,” you say her name but it comes out more like a warning.

“Sorry, I was just wondering,” she mutters, then turns to look back at the fairgrounds.

“No, I didn’t.” You answer sincerely. She looks back at you. You explain, “The two other people I’ve taken to the fair on a date were too afraid to get on the ferris wheel.”

“You said ‘other’,” she says smiling at you.

You look at her confused. “What?”

“You said ‘the two other people’ meaning other than me. So is this date?” she raises an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face.

“A friendly date,” you say, making her frown. She huffs in defeat letting go of your hand and hold the lap bar instead. The night had been going so well, you didn’t want this one thing to ruin it, so without letting yourself think it over, you wait until you get to the top of the ferris wheel. You lean into her space and look her in the eye to show her you are serious when you say, “Don’t tell Nat or Clint.” She looks confused but the confusion quickly turns into a pleasant surprise when you gently grab her face and lean in to kiss her. It doesn’t last long enough to give her a chance to kiss you back. You pull back with a cheeky smile and say, “I did promise the whole experience.”

The kiss may have ended too quickly for Wanda but it was long enough for a few people to catch it. One of them being your cousin whose kids were pointing to you and Wanda on the ferris wheel in excitement. She just shook her head in amusement when she saw you kiss Wanda. The other person to catch you was Wanda’s brother who, when seeing you kiss his sister, just whines, “No, Y/N.”

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I'm sorry this took so long. I got sidetracked and then when I started I got stuck and in my true fashion, once I started writing, I couldn't stop and I couldn’t leave you without taking you to the fair. So, I hope the length of the chapter makes up for the wait. Oh, Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there doing their best to be good moms! I created a house map of how I picture the inside to look, you know without the fine details.

Next chapter bring your bug spray, you’re going camping.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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pairing: prince childe x bodyguard male reader

req: no | wc: 1.03k | royal au | tw: mentions of violence, swords (?)

part 1 (you are here) | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

a/n: are swords triggers? I'm planning on four more parts.

Snezhnaya is a powerful kingdom, the fiercest, most commandeering of all. Yet it was the most puzzling one as well.

The Tsaritsa, queen of the kingdom, was regarded as the Queen of Hearts during her younger and beginning years of her reign. She was kind and loving yet diligent and political; the perfect qualities for the perfect monarch. The citizens of Snezhnaya loved her, and in turn, she loved them back.

Nobody outside of the monarchy knows why the formerly lively ruler turned into the dictator she is now, her coldness rivaling that of the endless snow that covered the kingdom. The name ‘Queen of Hearts’ was long gone, along with the love of her people.

Many say she had no love left to give, but as a member of her army, the Fatui, it felt like she had all the love in the world for you.

In fact, her children were stripped of their titles, no longer forming a part of the monarchy. Replacing all former princes, princesses, dukes, and duchesses were Harbingers of the Fatui.

It seemed there were no specific qualities needed to be a Harbinger, with characteristics ranging from being vagrants to natives, polite to rude, tall to short, or skilled in battle to skilled in politics. To the fearful citizens of Snezhnaya, each Harbinger was different from the rest.

However, those in the Fatui knew their only similarities.

Strength and resentment.

Each Harbinger was strong, stronger than any other soldier in the Fatui ranks. Each Harbinger harbored resentment towards the other six monarchs for the remaining six kingdoms of Teyvat.

Yet, as it seemed, the latest Harbinger did not fit the bill.

Tartaglia, alias Childe and 11th of the Harbingers, was indeed strong. He had mastered bladed weapons, except lacking in some ranged categories, though otherwise skilled. However, he did not seem to hold any sort of resentment whatsoever.

Another puzzling thing about the prince was that he had a bodyguard.

Each Harbinger had a division of the kingdom, an army to lead and a select few soldiers to accompany them, but none specifically had a ‘bodyguard’.

Many people used to ask you questions, because, as his bodyguard, surely you knew why you were tasked to guard him. Even if you did, you would never tell, which is why they gradually stopped.

And lastly, your relationship with Childe was different.

Childe, your highest superior and the man you were tasked to protect, treated you like a friend. The prince treated you like an old friend who he’s known for the longest time, and you treated him the same way.

Snezhnaya may be puzzling, but your relationship was one of the most confusing things about it.

“Childe.” You smiled at him, calm and collected with your sword raised.

He regarded you with a challenging smirk, a sword of his own raised. “(y/n).”

Many people say that sparring with a Harbinger was an honor, but to you, sparring with Childe happened every day.

Surprisingly, you could hold your own against him. How or why? Nobody knows.

Its origin is something Childe himself wants to figure out, but you are a man of many secrets. No matter how much he pries or how much he nags, you never give away anything at all. So for now, he settles on sparring.

As a Harbinger, it was not unknown that he was strong; meaning that each sparring session, he beats you. Such a thing was a given, except another constant of your long sessions was that he barely defeats you. Each time you fought, he was sweating and panting profusely.

However, you, the knight on the floor with a sword to his neck, seemed perfectly okay.

“Don’t go easy on me this time.” Childe always makes you promise.

You always assure him. “I won’t.”

Today was no different than the rest.

As he blocks your attack, your swords clash, the sound is loud to Childe’s ears. The blades push against each other, both of you waiting until the other tires out. His arms quiver against the strength you put into pushing him back with your sword, but he’s determined to preserve his composure.

Eventually, he gives in to your overbearing strength, but he maintains on his feet just the same.

The battle of swords against a formidable opponent is a dizzying one for Childe. He has to keep his footwork steady while lunging at the same time, but he would not be a master of the sword if he weren’t good at sword fighting.

Still, you’re the first person who’s managed to keep their own against him.

But everything has to come to its end. Soon, you’re on the ground with the tip of his sword almost digging into your neck.

“Good job, your highness.”

He doesn’t know what comes over him when he puts a foot on your stomach. “Way to rub it in.” You groan, except you still seem fine. “Glad I didn’t eat breakfast.”

He narrows his eyes, abandoning his sword and grabbing a handful of your collar to pull you up, mind you he still has a foot on your abdomen. He leans in close, incredibly close, but he doesn’t glare; instead, he looks down, down at your lips.

Childe wants to kiss you, he really does. He doesn’t know what possesses him to bring you into a position like this, but whatever it is, it’s gone now. This isn’t the moment to kiss you, without knowing your feelings for him, much less without your consent.

The moment is over just as quick as he starts it. He leans away fast and pulls you up.

Once you're finally back on your feet, the prince walks away from you towards the armory, not looking back. He knows that if he does, far more conflicting emotions will fall over him, and he doesn’t want that.

“What was that for?” You ask curiously.

“Nothing.” He avoids answering, though he can’t hide the conflict in his voice. Any normal person would’ve kept going for an answer, but you didn’t and he doesn’t know why.

Snezhnaya and its Fatui may be puzzling, but to Childe, your relationship was far more confusing.

#childe x reader #childe x male reader #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x male reader #genshin imapct x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin royal au #🌺-m.fluff

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nari-nim · 3 years

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yeosang as your boyfriend

nari note: kicking off the bf series with this king. who do you want to see next? creds for gif goes to @holy-yeosang

Let’s be honest, you might have to make the first move with him

But it’s worth it because yeosang is actually such boyfriend material

He takes comfort in established familiarity and warm-heartedness, so likes taking things slow and understanding your personality more than anything

Shy boi at first even as y’all are dating

It can take a long time to reach the point he’s super comfortable.

But please be patient with him because he really has super intense and strong feelings for you

Super playful and chaotic once he feels max comfortable around you!!

Type to be quiet around others but then rambles nonstop with you. Would be so funny too, he has so many hot takes he was holding in

Can be unpredictable, but not in a bad way!

More like he just stares at you in such a straight face until you get slightly worried, but he just feeds you three pocky sticks, kisses your lips as you are munching in confusion, and then leaves

Also please he’s so funny??? Like it’s not the type of humor like Wooyoung who just is so loud and makes everyone laugh, but the type where he makes such snarky or intellectual jabs at the situation/those around him

So it just ends up with the two of your snickering on the side

So many inside jokes

So much laughter, always

Definitely the type to tease you as his form of flirting

Enjoys personal attention and lots of eye contact when talking about literally anything that comes to mind

Really likes just sitting with you somewhere cozy and talking about life for hours and hours on end

Once he’s comfortable, he’s actually so adorably expressive and unafraid to return PDA

While he may struggle with emotional expression at times, physical affection can stand in loving words for him

While not as touchy as San or Wooyoung, he isn’t afraid to have the two of you be in your own world

Sits close to you at any given opportunity and quietly takes care of you

Like offering you snacks first, moves your hair behind your ears, urges you to wrap you arms around his, gives you his jacket

He’s the type to love you quietly

Actions speak louder than words, and his actions are so incredibly thoughtful and attentive

For example, he may not be tripping over himself to tell you just how much he loves you 24/7 but he never fails to open soft drinks for you after the one time your nail broke in front of him when you tried to pry the metal tab open, he literally ignores the group chat but makes sure he bids you good morning and good night because he’s seen how happy they make you feel, etc

Ok but he is so kind even if he rarely voices it. You can absolutely count on him to be there for emotional and practical support whenever it’s needed.

Very trusting in the relationship

He is really understanding of you having friends/a life outside of him so he’s less likely to get jealous

Really rational in disagreements

Sometimes it can get hard to read his expressions, so it’s important you both learn to communicate a lot to keep the relationship healthy! He’s actually really good at voicing his thoughts and opinions well once he has the space to do so

Values reciprocation

Will do aegyo to make you blush or sway things in his favor. And then will proceed to hide his face immediately after

please he is Adorable

You’re his hype man. He will also then get super shy, but loves every single second of it. Secretly wants you to hype him up nonstop

I think he secretly really enjoys words of affirmation as his primary love language (receiving).

Compliments can be a little rare from him, so when he does compliment you, you know he really means it!!

And he will roast you

Sometimes, he has his fun by occasionally starting some verbal sparring followed by intense making up.

Like he’ll choose a topic and say something so wild about it just to see your expression. Pushes your buttons a little before either one of you has to shut the other up through a make out session or a bet

Just very trustworthy, loyal, loving and faithful as a whole uwu

NSFW after this

With that being said, he’s a switch

I don’t see power play being as big of deal for him tbh, he likes to go with the flow with what you both feel like during the moment

literally his preference to dom or sub may actually depend on you and the dynamic of the relationship

when he’s dom, he’s soft or hard depending on the mood as well

but ngl I’m leaning on that hard dom agenda

Sex with him can start out a bit vanilla at first

He’s so careful and wants you to be comfy :’)

But give it a few rounds and lots of communication, his kinky ass will take over

Takes a lot of joy in pleasing you, and can take this to an extreme where he just wants to watch you cum again and again and again from his touch

Um can be a bit of a sadist

Type to ask you if it hurts while overstimulating you and says “good” when you moan in affirmation

Secretly has a thing to see you cry

Also really likes edging

He likes driving you so desperate to the point you’re begging him to let you cum

As you’re reaching and moaning for him he’ll say in a teasing tone “oh really, what do you want? You want my cock? Hm? Is that it?”

Just to hear your pleady whines

That mocking tone will send shivers down anyone’s spine

Oh My God you cannot tell me he won’t have a degradation kink (giving)

Also the type to be like “use your words” while he’s going down on you and then proceed to suck your clit extra hard, making you unable to form coherent sounds through your loud moans. It then becomes his excuse to edge you for yet another round because you didn’t use your words, did you?

Whew, anyways

Grab onto his biceps while he rails into you and notice how they flex underneath you as he starts pounding harder in response

Likes to show off his gains by pushing you up against a wall

Also likes it when you top him

Likes hearing you really vocal, even though he’s more on the quieter side when he isn’t dirty talking

Usually just groans when hitting an extra sensitive spot or when you give a particularly good blowjob that day

Likes having you go down on him as foreplay, but prefers penetration as an end goal

Into the classic missionary and launchpad positions so he can see your expression clearly as he overstimulates/edges you

Likes seeing you look up at him through those teary eyes <3

But also very into doggy style

Likes fucking you into the sheets in general, so any position adjacent to that is on his favorites list

um his fingering game is so strong

In the mornings, likes slowly fucking you from behind while spooning you so he can also grab onto your tits or play with your clit

His end goal always is to make you feel so fucking good, it just manifests differently than service tops like Seonghwa or Yunho

Very private about your sex life and not into public sex at all

Possessive in that way. Only he can touch you like that, see you like that, hear your moans like that, etc

Likes hearing you confirm that

“Only I can make you scream like this”

“Who fucks you this good, huh?”

“C’mon, say it louder.”

Has one hell of a degradation kink (giving) me thinks

Likes it when you talk back, lowkey likes brat taming when he’s in a dom mood

But does like teasing you in public and keeping it like that until you both find a bedroom, gets off on the idea of you both having to hide your neediness in public

Very little people expect that from just seeing you both together in regular settings

But little do they know despite the two of you innocently sitting together eating brunch with the team, leaving a few inches for jesus, y’all just had the freakiest sex before getting there. Like you’re literally shifting around in your seat as the soreness kicks in, and Yeosang is smirking ever so slightly at your discomfort

Will rest a heavy head on your upper thigh for a few seconds, brushing his pinky finger against your clothed clit through the thin fabric of your outfit, as he reaches for the bread basket

Likes hearing that little gasp leaving your lips

Knows he’s leaving you very frustrated and will use that to his advantage later

The whole time, he has the most innocent, fair expression on his face

when he’s a sub tho?

similar vibes. wants you to feel good.

Still wants to dirty talk, but it’s far more subservient now

one quick way to get him into subspace

if you push him far enough, then he’s so pouty and clingy and fucking cute

It’s so rare to see him like this but always such a treat

favorite positions is to have you ride him and he’ll play with your tits

or he’s still fucking you into the sheets but you are 100% in control

Just imagine him all whiny and teary as he fucks into you, begging you to let him cum as your clench your walls purposely around him, making him yelp as he tries to still his shaking thighs to wait for your signal

actually can be quite obedient as a sub

truly will do his best to be your good boy

Anyways, aftercare is pretty good with him. He’s very caring and gentle and checks in a lot with you (he better, usually he fucks quite a few rounds out of you)

If he’s fucked out tho, make sure he is also taken care of! As a sub, he follows your orders so well so he’ll probably fall asleep so fast after intensely cumming for the nth time

At the very least wipes you both down clean with a warm washcloth and kisses you to sleep

Likes spooning you at the end :’)

give him his cuddles </3

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growup-thatbeautiful · 3 years

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Clone Wars Character on TikTok

Anakin- Poor Anakin, man does not have a that many creative ideas, but his life and ideas are strange enough that he gets a lot of followers easily. He’s also almost constantly videoing things too, so he’s able to get real time. There are so so many videos showing the reactions that Obi-Wan has because of his dumbass plans.

Everyone, literally everyone, thought he was an f-boy until he made a post, super confused, saying that he has a wife?? That he loves so much? So, coincidentally, the next videos he posts are him and his wife, who doesn’t show her face but there’s a poll going on about who it is. Most people have figured it, though, because some of his videos are him just listening to Mrs. Skywalker rant about people in the Senate when she comes home to him.

He also tries to convince everyone that he’s the best husband in the world by videoing himself cooking her dinner, which he always burns. In those videos, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, staples on Anakin’s account, are heard in the background giving him absolutely terrible advice on how to fix it. They usually end up with burnt pans and a whole bunch of frantic clips of Obi-Wan trying to turn off the oven, “My dear, your time is up.” And Anakin in the background “Force, that’s not going to kriffing work, Master. I’m coming in with the water gun.” (No one questions why there’s a water gun.) Ahsoka is just….chilling in the background. She’s just as clueless as the rest of them, but it’s funnier to watch them almost burn down Padame’s kitchen before she tries to step in and make things worse.

Ahsoka-Her feed is a more controlled chaos than Anakin’s, but chaos nonetheless. She does a lot of dance challenges with Fives, and is sometimes able to rope in Anakin, who tries really hard but is terrible at it, and Rex, who doesn’t actually dance and just stands there staring at the camera. There was one time she got Obi-Wan to do it with her, and he absolutely crushed it. All that grace has to help him somewhere else, right? Because she does dance videos, though, sometimes she get inappropriate comments or duets, which Rex, Obi-Wan, Plo, Fives, and Anakin all duet or make a video about explaining that she’s a minor and how unacceptable this is. Well, that’s what every but Rex does. Rex won’t let anyone, anyone, talk to his little sister like that, so he makes a super menacing video of him cleaning his guns.

Needless to say, she does a lot of videos with Rex. They do a lot of random videos of their conversations and pointless arguments. They also do so a lot of competitions with each other, rather it’s staring contests or sparring matches. Their sparring match videos are actually super popular, and they get more and more intense and complicated as they go on. There are never any weapons involved, but they get to show off combat skills and have huge fights across the ship or compound. Their usually filmed by a hysterical Anakin or Fives. Obi-Wan has made his disapproval clear, but there’s a video on Ahsoka’s account of him betting on the outcome.

Obi-Wan- Mostly on Cottagecore TikTok and posts aesthetic videos of him meditating, making fancy, pretty tea drinks, or any other mundane thing he does. He also posts self-defense videos to teach people how to protect themselves, and gives tips of how to use the force and how to help meditate. I think he posts once a week, but posts a bunch at one time because he’ll have one day of silence where he can get stuff for himself done. Basically, his account is to comfort people, to help people, in perfect Obi-Wan fashion.

He also posts encouraging videos to cheer people up when they need it. Cute messages like “Today’s going to be a good day” with that award winning Negotiator smile that get galaxy wide comments and duets. Sometimes the messages border on him illegally sharing decisions that the Senate’s made, like when he announced on his feed that a certain Planet should get ready to party because a certain vote had gone a certain way.

Sometimes, though, he posts videos of Ahsoka, Anakin, or Cody doing incredibly stupid things. It’s become a series, he shows the person do or say the stupidest things, and then he zooms in on someone else’s face. The most common duo is Anakin and Rex, but sometimes there’s Waxer and Cody, once or twice, Obi-Wan and Cody.

Rex- He doesn’t post a lot, and when he does he’s usually not really in them. People only know him specifically because he’s in so many of Ahsoka’s videos. His are mostly “the stuff I have to deal with videos” showing petty fights between some of the 501st or some animal that a soldier decided they wanted to sneak into the ship. That, of course, lead to a blowup on his account, so he started posting lots of content with his brothers. Ahsoka has the notion that he’s doing it to help the way people see Clones, but he does seem to enjoy it a lot.

He, like Obi-Wan, posts hand to hand combat training video to help people in the galaxy, put his training to more use. He makes sure to show how to hold your first in a punch, how to safely clean a blaster, how to take a punch. Some of his posts are to teach people about clones and mando’a traditions. But he’s not all serious. He likes making videos of him and his brothers when they go out to do things for fun or they go out to 79’s.

This one might be a bit far fetched, but I think he would also post videos of him and Ahsoka doing mundane things together, repainting their armour, making bracelets or some stuff on the floors of the bunks during hyperspace. It’s calmer than what Ahsoka posts, and purposely so.

Fives-Oh man. Fives’ account is a wreck. Half of the videos are him running away from something he’s done and the other half are him running into things that he shouldn’t about to be doing. Shakily filmed, someone (usually himself) screaming in the background, you can hear him panting and out of breath. A lot of the times Anakin is with him or chasing after him, and as you can almost always hear Rex cursing and yelling at them to stop, especially if they haven’t done the thing yet because that means they have a plan. When Fives has a plan it ends up being worse than when he makes it up on the spot.

He also posts videos of him giving people in the streets compliments, because he’s sweet like that. He usually gets pretty funny reactions most of the time, and the few times they’re bad reactions he simply flips the camera and grimaces, then, of course, starts laughing because he’s not going to let one person put him down.

He also has a series of him painting the Bi flag all over the ship and waiting to see people’s reactions. The cutest was that one time Ahsoka walked past and ran her fingers along it softly and smiling. Also notable was the time Obi-Wan caught him midway through and just pretended he didn’t see him. All of those are posted with the persons permission, of course.

Aayla and Bly- They share an account where they do ALL of the couple-y stuff. Any couples challenge that they’re asked to do, they do. It’s hard to do the challenges like “You could’ve been nicer to me today” because they’re both on it all the time and have definitely heard of it, but they make do with all kinds of others. Aayla and Bly are definitely one of those couples that adopts all the kids that follow their account, and they’re ready to fight anyone who says anything bad the Clones or the Jedi.

There’s also a large amount of videos that some of the 327th takes of them cuddling together, training together, polishing weapons together. Basically, their account is them being cute and the rest of the 327th either being incredibly supportive of them or gagging at all the PDA. They start a trend where they go up in front of random people around the ship and start making out to get the reaction. Some examples of the best reactions are franticly running outside of the room, slapping Bly across the back of the head, and wild cheering.

Cody: You’re kidding, right? He does not have time to do the TikTok, nor does he understand TikTok at all. He is in most of Obi-Wan’s videos, and he’s sometimes in Rex’s too. Most of the time he’s telling all of them not to do whatever they’re about to do, or he’s sitting on the floor and crying with Rex.

Anakin actually started making videos called “When you see your dad and your other dad be romantic.” Where it’s just him finding Obi-Wan and Cody doing cute things in random places, followed by Anakin or Ahsoka making faces at the camera.

Plo- Parent side of TikTok for sure. His account features so many, so many, videos of him doing fun things with the 104th. He may seem like an extremely serious man, but put him with all of his kids and has almost no impulse control. They ask to stop at that restaurant they saw on the way to their mission, and he makes it happen. Everyone pretends not to notice because they wouldn’t dare go against him.

This account is also mostly run by everyone in the 104th because A. Plo doesn’t have a password and B. That’s how they get a bunch of footage. The phone is passed around throughout the day, but all of the content focuses on the Plo’s Bros relationships. Anything that he does, from giving a shiny a thumbs up when he comes up with a new plan, to teaching some of the older clones who are a little overworked how to take deep breaths. All the followers also a learn the Plo is absolutely terrible at any kind of card games, which is shown when they post video after video of the bets he looses.

Next for Star Wars I’ll be doing Bad Batch, then, because this got so long, I’ll do one with some more characters! Sorry it’s so long, this ran away from me a bit.

Some clone wars beautiful mutuals @radbatch (Who is the absolute best person to talk to about Ahsoka ever period end of story) of course and @maiseey (Who is now my my mutual? How?)

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omiscurls · 3 years

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hi!! could i request a diluc x fem!reader angst where they were childhood friends, and when reader gets a fiancé, diluc tries to confess his feelings but reader rejects him, gets married and moves from mondstat, and every now and then diluc sends reader letters (apologizing, asking how readers day was, hoping they come back). thanks!

unrequited

plot: reader rejects the character

contains: diluc

warnings: angsty and like one curse word, that’s all

diluc was a cute kid.

as the heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful families in mondstadt, he was polite not only to his senior, but also incredibly nice to his friends, as well. different that most boys his age, he didn’t go around yelling dumb, inappropriate jokes, and didn’t take pride in making girls feel bad.

he was always sweet to those doing worse than him in class, be it theory or sparring, and acted like an absolute saint to his adopted brother.

naturally, how could one not adore a kid like that? how could the mondstadt girls not line up to see him each time, how could the boys not want to play with him? how could anyone resist, when he had that charm to him that seemed to draw people near almost against their free will?

finally, how could you not take pride in the fact that out of all those over-the-top girls who fought over each other to talk to him, out of all those boys that never failed to bug him in each little scrap of his free time, he chose to try and get close to you?

you didn’t understand it at first, but it seemed like he genuinely wanted to know you, his eyes looking as though they were studying your expression at all times, a warm smile welcoming you each time you passed him by.

his words were careful and his sentences always strained, as if he struggled to talk, but a sense of honesty and genuine sympathy always seeped through his words, confusing your little childish brain, but also forming a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest.

over the years, not only did you finally answer to his advances, but also befriend the kid. his rare smiles were reserved for your eyes only, and his mind opened up before you each and every time you talked, no restrain and limitations between you two.

he’d sit behind you in class, sometimes passing you notes with an answer to questions you didn’t know, or a funny note about the teacher, or just simply asking if you want to hang out after school.

you’d go to windrise and sit under the tree, talking for hours about the most useless of things, about what you thought the clouds looked like, but also your futures, your dreams and hopes.

he’d explain math to you before every exam in the dark rooms of dawn winery, hair pulled up and tea made for the both of you, looking at your struggling with unmistakable patience and affection, but what could you know? you were kids, barely even teenagers. why would you think anything of the way he said he’ll “always be there for you” after some simple math tutoring? how could you analyze his kind stare that you never saw him wear for other people?

and so you didn’t.

he’d sit with you on the counter of his kitchen, carefully caressing your back as you wet his shirt with tears, quietly telling you that “they didn’t deserve you anyway” after your first ever heartbreak. to hell with the fact that his own heart was breaking a millimetre more with every word he spoke, if what he said calmed you in any way, he’d talk all night, going on and on about how you deserve the world, and nothing less.

you held his hand at his fathers memorial service, letting him tighten his grip on your fingers harder every time, you wiped away the tears, you listen to his sobs and pleas when the two of you were alone. you offered solace to him over the next painful months, you justified every word he hurt kaeya with, only to make him feel better about himself.

to him, you were like an angel sent from above. you restored the faith he had lost in the world, you stuck by his side and lighted up his days one after the other, how could he not adore you?

how could he not fall in love?

and trust when i say, he did really try to avoid it. he tried pushing his thoughts away, he tried focusing on something else, tried avoiding you, tried everything. no matter what he did, his mind circled back to your smile, and unconsciously he smiled as well, even if the next second he’d look in the mirror and wipe it off his face as if it was a crime to smile.

diluc was a cute kid, and he grew up to be a polite gentleman, whom you called a friend. and as any polite gentleman, he wouldn’t dare do anything to loose the honor you had given him, so he stayed silent. stayed silent since his in-class notes, through talks about the future, through your breakups, through all the times you had been there for him. in no universe would he ever mention how the weight was lifted off his shoulders every time you as much as looked his way, how all the clouds went away at the sound of your laugh, and how he was ready to do anything in the world to keep you happy.

somewhere in his mind, perhaps he thought you had somehow known all along, and would reward his efforts to not complicate your life with his emotions with loving him back, but how could you know? how, if he kept it a secret that well?

in the end, his own plan backfired on him, and he realized he had lost when you ran through his door, tears in your eyes, but a smile on your face, showing off a ring, shining in sunlight, resting on your finger.

if he ever thought “they didn’t deserve you” hurt him, “i’m so happy for you!” stabbed his soul a thousand times more painfully.

to normal people of mondstadt, there was no change in behavior from the gloomy and serious owner of angel’s share, but a few noticed how heavy his presence was, how desperately he blinked back the sheen layer of tears, glistening in the candle light while he was serving drinks, and you were off somewhere in the back, laughing with your lover by your side.

he had lost his chance, and now there was no way in which he could get you back. no way at all. all his life, he had built up a hope inside that one of these days, he’ll get a happy ever after, and lived with that thought through all the bad moments that came along the way, and now these years of carefully building this scenario came crushing down with the realization.

in a desperate search of any relief, he came to the conclusion that the only thing to be even remotely at peace with himself was to... simply just tell you.

so there he was, right outside your door, the watch on his wrist striking ten in the evening, stars shining brightly on your doorstep, as you appeared before him, merely a nightgown shielding you from the cold air of the night, a soft smile adoring your lips from the moment you realized it was him.

“diluc? what’re you doing here this late?” you said, grabbing a coat from behind the door and closing it behind you. a foolish hope sprung inside him when you joined him outside, as he stared at you with a little grin, working up the courage to speak up.

“there’s something i wish to tell you about” he merely whispered, gesturing you to come with him.

the walk to windrise was longer than the ones you remembered from your childhood days, and the sharp air nibbled on your skin mercilessly, to the point your legs hurt a bit when you reached the tree.

diluc turned your way and spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, but was thirty minutes.

“i hoped not to burden you with the secret i’ll share with you now, and i’m sorry for whatever bad outcome it might cause, but… truth is, i can’t keep it to myself anymore, and if i want to have some peace for myself, i have to trouble you with it.” he said quietly, settling worry in your gut.

“you can tell me anything” you assured calmly “your secrets are always safe with me”

he took one last look into your caring eyes, feeling a little better just having you smile at him, and took a breath before spilling.

“i might’ve been in love with you for the last ten years” he said calmly “and i know this is hardly the time, i really do, but i just-“

“what?”

you looked at him in surprise, blood audibly pumping through your veins as you tried to comprehend what he just said.

“i do understand that you’re engaged, but-“

“do you? do you, really?” you said bitterly, making his heart sink in regret. “because to me it seems like i waited for you all those years, i hoped, and i prayed, and i wished, and after i finally, finally gave up, you decide to mess with my emotions right when i thought i had them figured out?”

diluc was stunned. so you felt the same way about him, once? he could’ve had all he hoped for? he didn’t even comprehend the rest of your sentence fully, focusing on how you just admitted to having feelings for him somewhen in the past.

“no, i’m not trying to mess with you, I’m-“

“but you are! honestly, diluc, i knew you were somewhat insensitive, but this is blatantly cruel! what- i don’t- why didn’t you say this to me earlier?”

“i wish i did, but to me it seemed like you were always chasing someone else, and i didn’t want to-“

“bother me? is that it? you didn’t want to bother me so now you decided to try and mess with my relationship? god, i- i need to be alone right now. sorry.”

and with that you were out of your usual childhood spot, leaving him alone under the tree that shared both of your secrets and plans for so long.

a longing stare pierced through your back as you ran back to mondstadt, not going home right away, but trying to find a spot where nobody would find you.

“fuck” he muttered. he was familiar with the feeling of loss, but the fact that it was nobody’s fault but his own made it a hundred times worse.

diluc was a cute child, and grew up to be a polite gentleman. so he was there to apologize to you on countless occasions, ready to beg forgiveness for his recklessness and lack of thought, but you were never there to hear his pleas.

and so it went on, a huge wedding covered the streets of mondstadt in white while he stood in the sidelines, his friends said goodbye to you as he watched from a safe distance. you left, and so did every remaining proof of his embarrassment.

nevertheless, he sent countless letters, no address on the envelope, save for the name of the city, hoping that one of them would eventually reach you. sorrow and tears almost spilled from the words written in a tidy cursive, but he never had any certainty about wether they reached you or not.

and while he hoped you forgave him,

he knew you didn’t.

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