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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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A Fresh Start [10]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of nightmares and past trauma, shooting training

Word Count: 4,634

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #10: SHOW OFF

Chapter Summary: Cozy wake up calls and blaster fire.

“Your relationship should be a safe haven, not a battlefield. The world is hard enough already.” bliss

It wasn’t your alarm that roused you from sleep but rather a tiny hand patting your cheek repeatedly. You blinked your eyes open and found Grogu sitting on your bed with his hands on your face. Noticing your now open eyes, his entire face brightened. “Ma, Ma, Ma. Skraan, Ma!”

“Mmm no skraan. We’re just gonna go back to sleep. Sound okay to you?” You teased.

“No, Ma. Skraan.” Grogu tugged on your ear trying to make you sit up. With a tired grin, you wrapped your arms around him and tightly pulled him into your chest. Grogu squealed in response. You tickled his sides and his giggling helped energize you. For days now, you had been plagued with a mix of haunting memories and terrible nightmares. It was as if that first night Kurt visited your dreams he had taken root and you couldn’t shake him. “Buir! Help! Buir!”

You chuckled and squeezed him tighter. “You’re mine now, silly. We’re gonna nap all day long.”

“Grogu?” Mando called out. The boy called out for help once more and you could hear the modulated sigh before Mando peered into your room. He was still in his sleep clothes, but you found the simple shirt and sweatpants was really growing on you. It felt odd to see the only bit of besker being his helmet, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved seeing his arms and hands. Mando set his bare hands on his hip as he stayed in the doorway. “I told you to let her sleep, you womp rat.”

“Buir, help!” Grogu called desperately but the laughter drowning his words was downright contagious. You grinned and the smile widened at the sound of Mando’s deep chuckle. “Buir!”

“Call him all you want.” You peppered his head with kisses. “I’m not scared of some Mandalorian.”

Mando crossed the room until he stood at your bedside. He stared down at you, towered over you, and his hoarse modulated voice, though amused, held a tone of challenge. “Not scared of me, huh?”

Your mouth went dry, and you were suddenly very awake. Grogu tried to wiggle away so you readjusted your hold on him and rolled over so you were laying on your back with him on your chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat and kept your voice as steady as you could. “Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ in the word and smirked. “Not even a little.”

Mando chuckled then suddenly threw himself forward. You yelped in alarm, but he caught himself at the last second so instead of landing on top of you he instead hovered above you. His hands boxing you in on either side, and his knee resting on your bed to keep his balance. Heat flooded every inch of your body⏤ had you just spontaneously caught fire? It sure as hell felt that way. You stared wide eyed into the reflective black t-shape of his visor. Slowly, Mando tilted his head, “Not even a little, you say?”

“Uh, I⏤ Admittedly,” You blurted. “You can be…intimidating.” Maker, he was all you could see. You knew he had broad shoulders, had admired them a time or two or hundred, but having him hover over you in this way made it that much more obvious. Clueless to your turmoil, Grogu lifted his hands to try and reach his father⏤ still laughing. “But I’ll have you know, I’m immune to it. I’ll never give in.” Mando leaned down closer, truly boxing you in, and he was close enough that Grogu’s small hands were able to clutch at the collar of his shirt. If you even lifted your head a little, you’d be able to headbutt him. “I, uh… You won’t win, Mando. I’ll never leave this bed, and Grogu is staying with me.”

“Interesting.” Mando hummed.

Unable to find your voice, you just nodded quickly. Mando picked up one of his hands form the bed to carefully untangle Grogu’s hands from his collar. Once free, he sat up and you immediately missed his close presence. Mando kept one knee on your bed.

“Last warning.” He said. “Give in or face the consequences.”

For a second, you pitied every single bounty he had ever chased down. At least here in this scenario it was playful and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mando would never hurt you in a million years. To actually have the Mandalorian chasing you down? The thought both terrified and excited you. You were starting to question your sanity.

“Now…” Mando drew his words out, “Do you surrender?”

There were a handful of words and phrases you knew in Mando’a. Partly because it was helpful to know them since Grogu used them so often day to day, but also because you just enjoyed the action of learning. Regardless of the topic. That being said, just a few days ago you had heard Mando tell Grogu ‘Absolutely not’ when the child tried to eat something he shouldn’t.

You tried to bite back a smile and look as serious as possible, “Nu draar.”

Mando took in a sharp breath. It was so faint you nearly missed it. Then, without any preamble, Mando scooped his arms under you and picked you up without even a flinch or sign of struggle. Grogu chirped in excitement, clapping his hands, and you quickly wrapped one arm around Mando’s neck to stabilize yourself.

“Maker!” You said in shock.

“I warned you.”

Grogu was bouncing on your belly so you kept the arm not wrapped around Mando loosely around him to prevent the kid from tumbling over. Mando began to walk out of your room and used his foot to kick the door open further. Mando carried you as if you weighed nothing. You let out a nervous laugh, “How are you⏤ I’m not too heavy?”

“Cyar’ika.” Mando scoffed. “All my armor is pure beskar.”

“I⏤I don’t know what that means. That’s the type of metal it’s made of?”

“Yes.”

“Is beskar heavy?”

“Yes.”

You tilted your head. “How heavy? How much does your armor weigh?”

Mando shrugged and the movement reminded you that your arm was resting on the bare skin at the back of his neck. The sliver of flesh was warm. Anytime you had the opportunity to feel him, Mando was always so warm. “Wearing all my gear, including the jetpack and weapons, I’d say maybe forty-five kilograms?”

“Forty five⏤ What?”

“What?” Mando replied as he hadn’t just admitted to walking around with a hundred pounds of gear on him at all times. You thought about how easily he moved around while in the armor⏤ how quick he could be. Maker, how strong was this man?

Mando walked you into the kitchen then bypassed the island counter to head toward the living room. He carefully set you down on the couch and all you could do was stare up at him in a mix between shock and awe.

“Gar parjir, Buir?” Grogu asked. The only word you recognized was Mando’s title.

“Gar serim.” Mando replied. He held his hands out to the boy, “Vaabir gar copaanir at gaa'tayl ni ve'ganir Ma lor'vram?”

You distinctly heard the word ‘Ma’ in all of that. Was that a similar sounding Mando’a word or had Mando just referred to you as ‘Ma’ just like Grogu does?

“ ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek!” Grogu jumped into Mando’s waiting hands.

You opened your mouth to ask questions, but Mando beat you to speaking. He also motioned for you to stay on the couch. “We’ll be back. Grogu wants to get you breakfast.”

“That’s not necessary. You already let me sleep in and⏤”

“It’s your day off, cyar’ika.” Mando chuckled. “Just wait here.”

Grogu held his hand out to you, his face drawn in nothing but seriousness, “Ma stay.”

“Yeah, Ma,” Mando said and your eyes widened at the confirmation of what he must have called your earlier as well, “Stay.”

You leaned back into the couch, sinking in its seats, and Mando and Grogu walk back to the kitchen. The absolute giddy smile on your face could probably be seen from the Inner Rim it was so large. You were glad Mando was focused on whatever he was doing in the kitchen so he wasn’t watching you watching him. If you gave into the temptation, you could sit here and pretend that this was actually your life. Not a nanny with her boss and boss’ child, but a mother with her husband and son. You couldn’t give into that temptation though. It was pathetic to think that way, wasn’t it? Probably. In a poor attempt to distract yourself, your mind decided to think about the bad dream you had been stuck with last night. You flinched and a hand lifted to the scar on your chest.

Maker, you were bad at thinking this morning.

With a huff, you tried to clear your mind and just focused on the movement in the kitchen. Mando was working on something and you could see him allowing Grogu to actually help rather than watch. The moment was so peaceful and calm that you felt your eyes droop. Getting up to wash your face and clean up would probably help keep you awake, but Grogu had looked so cute asking you to stay. A unit of Imps wouldn’t get you off of this couch.

Another minute or so passed then Mando helped Grogu off the counter. He asked something in Mando’a and the little boy called out an affirmative before holding his arms out. Mando carefully handed him a plate. Excitedly, Grogu waddled away from his father with breakfast in hand. Mando lingered in the kitchen, but you kept your gaze on Grogu who walked around the couch until he stood in front of you.

“Ma!” Grogu declared.

You took the plate from him, which was filled with a few different fruits and your favorite bagel toasted. It was your typical go to simple breakfast. “Thank you so much, baby.” Grogu began to step away before turning back around and holding his hand out. You picked up a slice of the fruit you knew he liked and offered it to him. “Here you go.”

“V’ore.” Grogu shoved the fruit in his mouth.

“You already ate your breakfast, womp rat.” Mando lightly scolded as he came into the living room with a mug of something hot. Grogu cackled with laughter and rushed away. “Don’t run with food in your mouth!”

You set the plate on the couch beside you and took the mug of caf that Mando held out. He sat down on the other side of the plate⏤ the picture of casual. You wrapped your hands around the hot mug enjoying the warmth and smell. “Thanks, Mando. You didn’t have to do this.”

“As much as you do for us, it was the least I could do, cyar’ika.”

“I can’t believe I slept through my alarm.” You hummed and took a slow sip.

Mando shrugged. “I… may have stepped in and turned it off.” Your eyes widened in surprise. He sighed. “Sorry. You seem more tired than usual. I thought you could use a little extra sleep, and since I was off today…”

The consideration warmed your heart more than the mug did your hands. You nodded. “Thank you. Really. I appreciate that.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you enjoyed your caf and slowly enjoyed the plate of food Grogu had brought you. The kid had run off to his room, but he was now in the process of dragging his toys from where they were tucked into a chest below his hammock out to the living room to play with.

“Can I ask you something?” Mando cleared his throat.

You chuckled and decided to tease him with his own words. “I thought we were past being timid, Mando.”

“Funny.” Mando replied, but you motioned for him to go on. He shifted where he sat so he faced you more comfortably. “Are you having nightmares again? Reliving bad memories?”

You recalled the question the two of you had in the middle of the night as you cleaned his injury. He didn’t follow up with anything else, and you could feel his heavy gaze on your features. You twisted your lips then focused your eyes on the plate between you. “Yeah. I am. The last few nights have been…kind of rough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mando asked.

Your eyes snapped up to him with a small, tired laugh. “It felt silly to bring it up. You might be the big, badass Mandalorian, but you can’t chase my bad dreams away.” As the words left your mouth they felt wrong. It technically wasn’t true. The one night you fell asleep in Mando’s bed with him, you had a dreamless, restful night. “It was dumb. Not worth it.”

“You’re always worth it.” Mando replied softly. Your eyes widened marginally and he coughed once. “I mean, what you’re feeling⏤ If you’re troubled then… then talking about it is worth it. I don’t want you to needlessly suffer.”

You couldn’t hold back the soft, content sigh that left your lips. “I know your secret, you know.”

“My secret?” Mando questioned.

“You’re a big softie under all that hard beskar.” You took another sip of your caf. Grogu had finally settled on the floor with the toys he chose to bring in and you chose to watch him. Still, you could feel Mando’s gaze on you, but you were much too nervous to glance back at him.

Grogu mumbled to himself playfully as he surrounded himself with his stuff. It came as no surprise to you that Mando spoiled the boy rotten. You had seen, first hand, the way Grogu would find something in the market and ask for it until Mando caved. It usually only took a few pleas before he’d buy the toy. At one point, Grogu grabbed him by the cloth of his pants and attempted to drag him off of the couch. Mando let out a sigh, but he didn’t hesitate to scoot off the couch and sit on the floor with his son. Grogu pointed at Mando’s helmet a few times.

Mando shook his head. “Meh gar copaanir Ma olar, enteyor haaranovor troan.”

Grogu glanced at you before nodding with a quick chirp. He went back to playing. Mando more or less just followed along and did everything Grogu motioned for him to do. You continued to eat and slowly finished your caf. Occasionally, Mando would say something else in Mando’a and you clung to every unknown word. Briefly, you wondered if it was the language itself that had a tight grip on your or just Mando speaking it. If you were a betting woman, you’d put credits on the latter.

Regardless of whether or not you’d let your brain play pretend, you knew for certain that you didn’t want to lose this⏤ couldn't lose this. An idea began to take hold and you only thought it over for a few seconds before deciding to follow through. You needed to ask before you lost your nerve.

“Hey, Mando.” You called out. He turned his head to face you. “Do you have any plans for today?”

He paused to think then shook his head. “No. Were you thinking of something?”

“Yeah.” You sat up so your spine straightened rather than curling into the couch cushions. The mug in your hand was empty, but you continued to hold it in your hands. “Can you teach me how to shoot a blaster?”

The absolute last thing Din ever expected you to ask was for him to teach you how to work a blaster. It was so surprising that when it had happened, he had just stared at you in shock for a minute or so. You hadn’t elaborated on the question, didn’t even cutely ramble like you often did, and he hadn’t asked for any clarification. Add the request along with the mysterious scar and her nightmares and it created a picture that concerned Din greatly. Everybody had a past and he was learning yours may have been more violent than he ever would’ve guessed.

Din simply nodded to your request with a nod and rose to get ready. The best place he could take you to practice shooting without worrying about distractions or hitting something⏤ or someone⏤ important was the lava plains. Din didn’t even entertain the idea of bringing Grogu along. He wanted to focus on your lessons, truly teaching you how to shoot, and with his son there his attention would be torn. Half on you, and half on making sure Grogu didn’t wander away and eat something he most definitely shouldn’t.

Luckily, where he planned to set up the makeshift shooting range, they had to pass Peli’s workshop. After dropping him off and promising to be back after a few hours, Din led you out of the city. You had been your usual cheery self throughout the walk, but you grew quiet as stone paths turned to the black, glassed landscape of the lava plains. He wasn’t sure if this was because you were focused on taking in the new surroundings or if you were nervous about the lessons.

“Have you ever fired a blaster before?” Din asked. He set down the duffel bag he had packed and motioned for you to stand by it. He walked about 5 yards out and used a half empty can to paint an ‘X’ on the large boulder. When he returned back to your side, Din realized you hadn’t answered him yet. You shifted foot from foot and shook your head. “Then I assume you haven’t even held one before either?”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Good assumption.”

He dug through the duffel bag looking for a specific blaster and mumbled an annoyance under his breath. It was moments like this he missed the Razor Crest all the more. Din had been meaning to get a weapons closet in the house, but he kept putting it off. When he found what he was looking for he held it out for you.

“All of my weapons are designed or altered for me.” Din said. “The grip would be too large for you to practice with.” He motioned to the blaster you now admired. “That might be a little bit too small, but it’ll work for today.”

“Why is this one so small?” You asked.

Din took your hands in his and arranged them so you could comfortably and efficiently handle the blaster. He cleared his throat. “It was designed for a child.”

“A child?” Your eyes widened. “Grogu can shoot??”

“Maker, no.” Din laughed at the thought. “He’s a menace enough without having access to a blaster.” You laughed in response, and being able to be the reason why made him preen with pride. He tapped his hand along the barrel. “It was mine. This is the blaster I learned on.” Your amused smile turned to something soft and warm, and Din wished he knew what you were thinking. “Alright. The rules.”

“Always keep the safety on unless I’m using it.” You began to list the basics he had stressed to you on the way here. “Don’t point it at anything I don’t wanna shoot at. Especially people. Uh,” You paused in thought, “My finger shouldn’t be left on the trigger?”

Din nodded. “Right. Keep it here.” He straightened your pointer finger to rest on the blaster above the trigger. “What else?”

“You said something about targets?” You winced sheepishly.

Din chuckled. “I did. Know exactly what your target is, and keep in mind what’s beyond it.” He leveled his voice to convey the seriousness of his next statement. “You have to be sure of yourself. Don’t pull the trigger unless you’re positive that’s the decision you’re making. Once you fire, you can’t take that back, cyar’ika.”

You nodded in understanding, “Got it.”

“Now,” He took a step back and motioned to the boulder, “Aim, don’t fire.”

You held the blaster up in front of you and made simple, rookie errors. Your elbows were locked, feet stood to match your shoulders, and your entire body screamed tension. Din nodded and went to work. As he adjusted your stance he explained each motion. Keep your arms loose, don’t lock your elbows. One foot a step back. You absorbed each bit of information he gave and followed instruction.

“Take a deep breath. Relax.” Din said. You took in a deep breath, but even after letting it out your body remained tense. He set his hands on your shoulders, lightly squeezing them. After a few seconds, he felt your body loosen up and unwind. Satisfied, he motioned to the boulder. “Flip off the safety. Take a few practice shots. I want you to get used to the blowback.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No.” Din shook his head. “The blaster’s too small for that, but it can still startle you if you’re not used to it.”

You nodded and after flipping the safety off he watched you fire a few times. The shots were going wide of the target, but right now Din just wanted you to get a feel for the weapon itself. He watched you intently, and his eyes traced from head to toe. Din was attracted to you⏤ that was no secret. He had seen you strolling through the market chatting with the vendors with a smile so bright it could rival the sun. He had seen you in your pajamas, Grogu in arm, rocking him while whispering a quiet song to him.

Maker, just this morning he had seen you laying under him in bed. A sight that nearly stopped his heart altogether. Din was so sure that moment would remain unchallenged as his absolute favorite way to see you, but this new sight was stiff competition. You, standing with a blaster in hand, focused on a target as you fired shot after shot. Din was obsessed with the idea of you handling a blaster. Weapons were a cornerstone of who he was, but he hadn’t expected it to be a turn on for him. Yet, here he was out in the lava plains with you resisting the urge to pull you in his arms, rip off his helmet, press his lips to yours, taste⏤

“Mando!” Your voice startled him. He shook his head and realized you had stopped firing to stare at him. Din had gotten more lost in his thoughts than he had intended. So much for staying focused on training. “Are you okay?” You lowered your weapon, barrel to the ground. “I asked you a question but you were just staring. Am I doing something wrong?”

“No. I’m sorry, cyar’ika.” Din cleared his throat and drew closer to you. “What did you ask?”

You grinned and motioned to the boulder which had various blackened marks from your firing, but not a single one touched the red ‘X’ he had painted. “I asked, how the kriff do I hit the target?”

Din huffed out a laugh. “For starters,” He tapped above your eyebrow, “Don’t close this eye. Keep them both open.” You nodded. He then pointed to the sight. “Line this indicator with the one at the end of the barrel. Then, before you pull the trigger, blow all the air out of your lungs.”

“Huh?”

Din drew his own blaster and took aim. He took in an exaggerated deep breath and exhaled it loud enough for you to hear. At the end of the breath, he pulled the trigger. You jumped in surprise at the sound. Din’s blaster was more powerful than the small one you were using. Your eyes darted from the blackened ‘X’ then back to him with wide eyes. Amused at your reaction, he glanced at the boulder and fired four more shots that hit the dead center of the ‘X’. From this distance, and being a still target, Din was confident he could hit the ‘X’ with his eyes closed.

You snorted and lightly elbowed him in the side. “Show off.”

Din beamed down at you and didn’t argue otherwise. If there were any other, more complicated, targets out in the lava plains he would’ve gone for that. Din wanted you to be impressed with him. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that⏤ to himself, at least. He’d walk barefoot across the lava plains before he ever let someone like Cara know that. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Come here.” Din holstered his weapon and motioned for you to stand in front of him. He let you place yourself in position first then corrected a few little things. You’d aim, fire a shot, then Din would advise you of a change to make. It only took about five minutes before you hit the target and the way your face brightened in excitement made him chuckle. After that, he spent another thirty minutes or so letting you practice.

You lowered the blaster finally, “Call it a day?”

“Sure.” Din nodded. As much as he loved spending time with you, he still wanted to spend some time with Grogu on his day off as well. He held his hand out for the blaster. Din watched you double check the safety before setting it in his palm.

“Thank you.” You said. Din stood from where he had knelt down to reorganize his bag, then pulled the strap over his shoulder. “I appreciate you taking the time to teach me how to shoot a blaster.” Din nodded and you began to walk beside him as the two of you made good pace back towards the city. A beat of silence passed before you spoke up once more. “I, uh, also appreciate you not asking why I wanted to learn to shoot today.”

Din shrugged. “It’s your business, not mine.”

“I just…” You began but stopped. Din didn’t press and just walked beside you slowly as you worked through whatever thoughts you were having. It wasn’t until the edge of the city was reached when you started talking again. “I thought if I knew how to shoot a blaster I’d feel…safer.”

“Did it work?” Din asked. He frowned at the aspect of you feeling unsafe.

You smiled with a small nod. “Yeah. It did.”

He nodded and you both took a few more steps before his hand shot out to gently wrap around your arm. You turned with eyebrows curiously raised, and Din tried to sort through his words. He let go of your arm and gave you a small nod. “I don’t know why you feel… not safe. I hope it isn’t⏤”

“It’s not you.” You blurted. His shoulders marginally relaxed. You reached out and knocked on the besker covering his chest. “Don’t you remember from this morning? I’m not scared of you.”

Din chuckled. “Right.” Feeling bold, he reached out and cupped the side of your face before he could second guess himself. You didn’t flinch or even tense. Instead, you leaned your face into his palm and Din took in a shuddering breath. He caressed his gloved thumb over your cheekbone then gave a single nod. “Whatever it is, I just want you to know that you’re safe here⏤ safe with me.” Din pushed out every word with as much sincerity as he could muster. He wanted you to know, to understand, that you had no reason to fear anything anymore. “As long as I’m here, nothing, no one, will ever hurt you, cyar’ika. I swear it.”

“I know.” You replied softly.

Din Djarin was wrapped around your finger. If he hadn’t been sure of it before, he sure as hell was now. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you.

mando’a translations

V’ore: thanks /// Cyar’ika: Darling /// Buir: Father ///

Gar parjir, Buir?:

You win, father?

Gar serim:

You’re right

Vaabir gar copaanir at gaa'tayl ni ve'ganir Ma lor'vram?:

Do you want to help me get Ma breakfast?

Meh gar copaanir Ma olar, enteyor haaranovor troan:

If you want Ma here, must hide my face.

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ashdreams2023 · 9 months

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Hi I hope you are well! Considering I’ve just been through a breakup I was wondering if you could do a oneshot of reader who is going through a breakup and the whole team is there for her especially Nat and Wanda who hold her when she cries 🥲 and to incorporate Loki maybe he could be like witnessing all this as he has a crush on her?? It’s okay if not 🫶🏻 just needing some comfort lol

Honey I’m so sorry, I hope this helps, it’s not exactly exactly what you asked for but it’s comforting 🤍

Breakup

It was probably the hardest thing you ever went through, it was just so sudden and now you felt so hurt and empty.

The news came like a flash to everyone as well, it was just going so well and-

"I bought us tickets to that movie you’ve been talking about!" You got startled by Natasha, you wiped your tears with the sleeve of your shirt.

"But…they’re all sold out!?"

"Honey, there is benefits to be friends with a million" Natasha rubbed your shoulder comfortingly and hugged you tightly, it felt nice, Natasha always knew what to do.

"I’ve finally perfected that muffin recipe, wanna be the first to try!?" Wanda yelled from the kitchen, she’s been obsessing with some vintage cooking book she found in a yard sale somewhere and you’ve been somewhat of a lab rat for her tries.

You didn’t hate it though, sugar made the hurt go, if only temporarily.

Everyone had been very nice lately, since they knew about your situation at least, Steve wanting to introduce you to some classic 50s jams and tony let you stay late with him while he works.

Bruce was sweet enough to bring you a coffee when he notice you dozing out again.

But the girls did a great job of keeping you distracted and entertained until your feeling summer down to a bearable temperature.

"How amusing, Midgardians are odd creatures" then there was Loki, you didn’t know what to make out of Loki to be completely honest with yourself.

"Why is that?" You asked.

He stands up and walks up to you, he smirks that devilish smirk of his and lifts your head up "They are blind and take things for granted, and your ex just wasted the best thing they might’ve ever had" you blinked slowly, registering what he just said.

"But any who you’re also an airhead"

You frowned and huffed "Excuse me??!"

Loki bit the inside of his cheek and leaned against the wall "You’re hurting your own feelings over a person who looks like they would make children cry out of terror"

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

Although it seemed like your expression was priceless because Loki started laughing, a full on belly laugh, you wanted to be mad or plain pissed off.

But oddly enough you couldn’t, you knew Loki didn’t have ill intentions…not now at least, you sniffed a few times and reached for some tissues but got bumped by the reality that you finished a whole box by yourself.

"Here, your nose is so red…exactly like a dove’s peak"

"What’s that supposed to mean??!" You covered your nose feeling suddenly self conscious.

He chuckled and pulls out of thin air then hands it to you "Don’t get me wrong, I do love your expression but due please remember that I won’t be making fun of you when you’re in such a vulnerable state of mind"

You stared at him then at the extended napkin, for the first time in days you felt like crying for another reason than your ex.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you stood up and took the napkin, you sniffed and nodded your head, words failed to escape your lips but he understood.

He warped an arm around you and pulled you close to his chest, he smelled nice and felt warm.

And you cried while holding that napkin, you cried because people cared for you, because he cared for you.

"Shh…little doves shouldn’t hurt themselves over wasted and ugly pigeons"

"But pigeons are cute"

"Get with crow, they are intelligent and talk back…also bring you shiny things" he smirked but you snorted.

"So basically you?" You jokingly said, although when you looked up he had this glint in his eyes and made your heart skip a beat.

"Oh…um" you pulled away feeling your cheeks warm up and turned to your female friends who were watching with mild amazement.

You cleared your throat and pulled Natasha by the sleeve "come on I want to taste Wanda’s new recipe" Natasha rolled her eyes at your little escape attempt and went with it.

Before you left the room you turned your head around and glanced at him, his green eyes watched you intensely.

Your lips moved but sound came out but you smiled.

He smiled back.

"Are we going little dove?"

"Don’t start nat!"

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automaticpizzahologram · 1 year

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Sorry, I'm a crap writer, I didn't expect it to get as popular as it is .

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Part 3

Bill and I have been at the park for around about an hour laughing and telling each other stories when I get a call from my mam, telling me that I need to head home. I don't really want to go as Bill and I are having a great time

" I have to go home. it's getting late, and mam wants me home." I say, looking him in the eyes, he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

"That's fine. I should head back. The others are probably wondering where i am."

We both walk out the park and down the narrow path side by side as we reach the end, Bill turns to me and gives me a piece of paper, which I assume has his number on it.

"Call me, bye,"

"Bye," we both go our separate ways, I turn my neck to look at him, a smile creeping onto my face, making my face go hot. I turn back around and practically run home feeling giddy. I don't get much attention from boys ,none, really, so it doesn't take much to fluster me. I mean, the last relationship I had doesn't even count as it was a primary school one in year 5.

Once I reach my house I open the door.

"I'm home,"

"GREAT, HAVE YOU DONE YOUR SPARXS HOMEWORK," mom shouts.

"Yeah, I did it on Wednesday,"

Huffing I run upstairs and jump straight on my bed gazing at the ceiling, I think back to the park, smiling I remember about the piece of paper. I open my phone and add him to my contacts.

'Hey,it's Y/N.' I type out as soon as I send it. I slam the phone onto my bed and walk to the other side of my room. My phone buzzes, not even 10 seconds later. Rusing back over, I pick up my phone

'Hey, miss me already?'

I blush,

'You wish hahaha'

Getting ready for bed, my phone buzzes again, picking it up it's a picture of what looks like one of Bill's friend with semi long brown hair looking at the camera with a shocked face and Bill and the others not having a clue in the background.

'Future cover of vouge'

'Ikr, all the ladies love me,I'm georg btw, iak who u are, he hasn't shut up about you lol'

'Really? '

'Yeah, ima see how long it takes for him to notice that I have his phone.'

' You do that then'

'So what do you like to do? Personally, I like to play guitar and

hang with my bros'

'Hang with my bros💀, I really like plants, and I guess I like where I work'

'Lame'

'OK, Mr., all I do is play guitar, I did that in y4'

'Ma.meh mehmeh'

'Are you seriously making fun of me over text'

' What are you gonna do about it?'

Suddenly, I get a video call, and I pick up knowing who it is.

"Well, hello, oh famous y/n."

"Hello,georg. I'm guessing they still haven't figured it out yet. "

"Yep. They're still playing uno. " The camera switches around to reveal Bill and the others in a hotel room. The camera switches back around to face Georg.

" You look like a drowned fish."

"Well, at least I don't have my pants so low, not even my belt can help,"

We bicker on for a few minutes until a shout comes from the other end of the phone

"Jeez, okay, who got your thong in a twist gustav?" Mumbled shouting, is heard until I heard a loud

"Is that my phone? Who are you talking to?"

"Yes and y/n"

'WHAT,' loud stomping is heard until it stops and the phone is wrestled out of goreg's hand and a makeup free Bill is on screen.

"Halo"

"Hey Bill, had a nice game of uno?'

His face starts to heat up a tad .

"Yes, did you miss me so much you wanted to call me?"

" Totally, yeah, it's not like a rat looking creature called me," I say, referring to goreg

" I heard that you ugly chihuahua,"

I ended up talking to the whole group until 22:30pm, we would have continued to chat if it wasn't for me needing to get to bed as i need to get to school at 7 in the morning.

My weird ass alarm wakes me up . Wanting to curl back up in bed and cry, I get up and head to the bathroom to do my morning routine.

I have to leave the house at about 6: 30 as it takes 20 minutes just to walk to the school gates. If it wasn't for my GCSES, I would have missed so many days off school just to sleep.

Munching on my toast, I walk along the extremely long path that's right next to a road to school. Music blasts in my headphones as I bop my head to the music.

Once I reach the gates, I walk around to the schools student entrance. I hate having to spend an extra 2 hours at school, but it's going to be worth it in the long run. Walking into the dining room, I see pheobe sitting at our table.

"You're here early,"

"I woke up at five and couldn't get back to sleep,"

"I don't know how you do it,"

"I can't be arsed for math at 7 in the morning,"

The school day passes by slowly, I mean, imagine being at school for 8 hours.

Once the school day ends, I finally look at my phone to find about 30 texts from an unknown number.

' nah gustav is being hella boring rn'

'I look too good rn for this'

'Do you know any good fast food here'

'Why aren't you answering? It's literally after 3 '

'Georg?'

'The one and only'

'How did you get my number'

'I have my ways'

'You took it from Bill, didn't you?'

'Totally not, anyway as I asked earlier what's good food around here'

'I dunno, domino's.?"

'OK, why so hesitant? It's not shit is it?'

'No, not really, just kinda pricey '

'Doesn't bother me, I'm rich'

'Totally'

'Bye ,Mrs kaulitz'

'GEORG'

'BRO'

'NO'

' Are you really leaving me on delivered rn-'

As soon as I get home, I run to my room to get changed into some comfortable and baggy clothes instead of this uncomfortable uniform .

Lying on my stomach, I flick through my true crime magazine until I get bored and place it to the side.

Not knowing what to do, i huff and stand up, walking out of my room and into maddies room.

"Who are we going to see next week?"

"Tokio Hotel, Tom is literally SO HOT,"

"And how old is he?"

"16"

"Your 13 maddie"

"And?"

"Oh my godddd," walking out of her room, I hear my ringtone playing from my room. Picking up the phone, I quickly check who's ringing, It's Bill"

" Hey Bill,"

"Hallo, y/n, do you wanna maybe wanna come over and watch movies and have pizza georg says that he found a good place called Domino's, and you don't have to pay"

"Sure , that'll be cool. I'll text my mom saying I'm going out,"

"Awesome, where are you? I can pick you up. "

I gave Bill my address and then ran to my desk, making sure that I looked good and applying some soap and glory mascara, then downstairs to get my shoes on. Not long later, a black SUV pulls up out on the path.

God, georg wasn't bluffing. A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I grab my keys and open the door

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Thanks so much for reading. I'll get to work on the next chapter soon.

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #georg

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Lethal Woman: Chapter 8 (Astarion x GN! Reader)

Synopsis: You and Astarion have many misadventures while going back through the Blighted Village. Someone from your past makes a gruesome reappearance and reveals they are hunting Astarion. You and Astarion inadvertently confess to each other that there is, in fact, something between the two of you.

CW: Violence, gore, fighting, alcohol, Gnome racism (I don’t hate Gnomes I promise- just Dwarves because the All Hammer killed one of my favorite DND characters), torture, mentions of emotional, psychological, and physical abuse.

Chapter 9

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Tracing your steps back through the blighted village was more eventful than any of you anticipated.

For one- you and Astarion stumbled upon an Ogre and Bug Bear couple (literally) bumping uglies. Astarion had insisted that he open it and you were really hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was. Considering your luck- you weren’t surprised they were fucking, but then they tried to kill you. So you had to ruin the party while the rest of your companions explored the other abandoned buildings while you and Astarion were trying to avoid being covered in various bodily fluids.

Second, Karlach informs you she befriended three massive ogres and they said they’ll send their aid when you “toot this little horn thing”. Then she gave you the news that they don’t promise NOT to eat you. You quickly convinced her to give it to you- you love your tiefling kindred spirit, but her impulse control is terrible sometimes.

Arguably the third incident may be the worst. Karlach had rejoined the other group when Wyll called her over so it was just the two of you again. You had attempted to help a deep Gnome by killing the Goblins that were terrorizing him- much to Astarion’s dismay.

Well, when the Gnome told you to stop the damn thing- you went inside thinking it would be one lever. It was TWO and they said what they each did IN COMMON. YOU CAN’T READ COMMON! And when you asked Astarion to pull the right lever- he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Consider the right level pulled, Darling.”

Needless to say, the only positive of that event was the hysterical cackling that erupted from your lover’s mouth as he fell to the ground- unable to contain himself until at least 10 minutes after the Gnome you promised to rescue became airborne and gained his Gnomeish wings. You had looked at Astarion and leered at him playfully.

“You are so mean,” you said while castigating him, trying not to let your love of his genuine laughter get in the way of basic morals, “that is not what I asked you to do at all!”

You are so glad no one else was around for that. Wyll would have stroked out.

“Oh Darling,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes, “I never claimed not to be and next time- maybe be more specific instead of saying ‘can you pull the right lever?’’”

You sighed while pinching the bridge of your nose, now struggling to contain your laughter. Like the absolute shit he is- he found a loophole.

“Well as long as you aren’t tying me up to a windmill and flinging me into the heavens-“

You didn’t even get to end your sentence because Astarion began crying and laughing again.

Within an hour of the impromptu funeral, your situationship and the interests of the others in the group had been tested when you, Gale, Astarion, and Lae’zel found the Necromancy of Thay. You had accidentally stumbled across the room while searching the caverns underneath the Blighted Village and finding a strange purple amethyst. The book had immediately taken to it and you don’t know what Astarion had seen from the book, but he refused to back down and hand it to Gale.

“No!” Astarion says indignantly, “you aren’t eating this one!”

“I need it to stabilize-“

“I could give a rat’s ass about how stable your stupid chest orb is,” Astarion says while glaring, “this is far too special for the likes of you to consume.”

“It’s obviously a very powerful tome. It would be beneficial for helping my condition,” Gale huffs and then they both look at you.

Oh no.

“State your case?” You say awkwardly, “unbiasedly?”

They both scowl and Astarion pouts at you, but the look in his eyes tells you he understands to some extent that you at least have to let both parties argue their side. You did have a full blown melt down one of the first nights of the journey over not being able to make everyone happy. Astarion rarely put up a fight with you unless it was important to him. You do this with everyone, not just them, but you worry your relationship with Astarion will be seen as the influencing factor.

Gale simply stated that it had powerful magic that he would like to consume. You did mention that you have multiple items for him in your pocket at any given time, but he is still insistent.

Then Astarion makes his case and it’s actually very difficult to argue with it. It’s a book of Necromancy and he is undead. What if the book had a cure for his condition? Or at least a way to diminish the side effects? The desperation in his voice had somehow cracked Gale’s resolve- you didn’t even have to make a decision.

“Fineeeeeeeee,” Gale drawls, “have the damn book- you bastard.”

Astarion looks far too pleased with himself.

Asshole, you think with a smile.

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You set up camp at your previous campsite near the Grove so that you can begin your journey into the Underdark.

The sun has already set and the moon shines brightly in the sky. You aren’t ready to go underground yet. You always miss the moon and stars.

You are sitting by the nearby river- enjoying the sounds of the roaring river with Karlach as the two of you try to sort out her love life.

“Soooo,” you raise your eyebrows at her, “is it going to be Wyll, Damon, or Shadowheart?”

“Ughhhh,” Karlach tips over and pretends to writhe in pain in the grass, “having choices sucks!!”

“Oh come on K,” you say teasingly, “you must have someone you are specifically gravitating towards.”

Karlach taps her chin and pretends to think. After a minute- she just looks at you and shrugs.

“I’ve got nothing.”

“Nothing? You spend so much time with Shadowheart and Wyll! Dammon I’d maybe understand being out of the running but what the hell man!”

“I know, I know,” Karlach sighs, “I mean you had Gale and Halsin up your ass- why Astarion?”

You are almost frozen by her question. Why does everyone but you notice when people fancy you?

Why did you choose Astarion? You know the answer, but you also don’t know how to phrase it without sounding like an emotionally clingy weirdo.

“Um well,” you cough awkwardly, “I guess I just really like who he is as a person. I think he’s really funny, intelligent, and whether he wants to admit it or not- he is kind, in his own way.”

You neglect to tell Karlach about the Gnome. You have a feeling she won’t love that whole mess.

“The first night we hung out and just talked was… it was like when I met Tessa for the first time. It was an instant- oh no I’d do anything for this person.”

You hug your knees and put your chin on them. You scrunch up your face and avoid her face.

“You look rather upset for someone who is horribly smitten.”

“I’m not upset- it’s just weird… feeling this way again,” you sigh heavily, “I really am a walking death trap though-specifically where lovers go to die. I probably should end it, right? To keep him safe?”

“I would let him make that decision if you are so worried about it,” Karlach waves her hands at you dismissively, “you like him-I believe he likes you. Fangs can make his own choices- we all know the risk of traveling with you as you know the risk of traveling with us.”

“That’s a good point.”

“Of course it is! I’m a genius!”

You roll your eyes, “So who’s it gonna be Karlach?”

“DAMMIT!”

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The trek back to camp isn’t a long one, but you are ready to be in- well- a bed roll?

Astarion has found every excuse in the book to have you come and stay in his tent with him- except for just flat out asking you. It makes you quite giddy regardless.

One night he had even resorted to using the excuse that he needed your assistance and guidance in sharpening his throwing knives. You know what didn’t happen? Sharpening throwing knives.

The two of you had ended up tangled in each other’s embrace and talking until you eventually fell asleep. You woke up the next morning (entirely too early, the sun was barely rising) with him curled around you sleeping. You decided to go back to sleep- you weren’t ready to start your day. You’d rather stay here with Astarion.

You walk back to camp with a slight skip in your step- wondering if Astarion will want you to sleep in his tent with him again tonight. It had been a little less than a week since you had begun backtracking to the Underdark entrance and he had sought you out every night. You really REALLY hope he continues this trend.

Karlach is talking to you about the pros and cons of each partner- still entirely undecided- when you both hear a bone chilling cackle come from a tree in front of you. You both stop in your tracks immediately- Karlach reaches for the small blade she brought with her and you prepare your hidden daggers.

“Well if it isn’t good ole Corpse Eyes,” the mysterious woman says, “we thought you’d finally disappeared for good. Suppose we were wrong.”

You recognize the voice immediately as your fellow guild mate- Rinara. The two of you couldn’t stand each other. She wanted Dahlia to lavish her in all the attention and training she gave you- you just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

Rinara felt like you were a, “selfish fucking brat,” and had taken to calling you ‘Corpse Eyes’ because you had been entirely empty, rigid, and lifeless up until the last year. You were no better than a walking, mindless zombie to her.

Rinara steps around the corner and it takes every last bit of restraint you have not to let the horror show on your face.

Rinara was once a beautiful, almond haired half High Elf with a strong, healthy body. Now? Her skin is the color of Ash, her eyes are bloodlust red, her hair is coming out in clumps on her head, and her skin is peeling off like she has been sitting in an acid bath for a while now. Her left cheek is completely gone- revealing her teeth and gums.

“I was initially only here for the Spawn,” you feel your blood freeze as she smiles at you- all teeth and no light in her eyes, “but if Dahlia also had you…”

“You need to back the fuck off Rinara or-“

“Or what!? You’ll kill me?” She yells out hysterically, “I’m already fucking dead! You disappeared and so they sent fucking Dahlia to do your contract- a request from Obhark himself for the assassination of Lord Cazador Szarr.

“The woman struck a fucking deal with him- she’ll help get his prodigal son home and she’ll supply him with Deathbringers if she’ll be made his consort when he completes the ritual.

“I may not be able to control them,” she snarls, “but I do know that none of this would have happened if you hadn’t fucked off. This was supposed to be you! You are the one who should be tortured and violated! Not me! Not any of us!”

Huh, so your contract was to kill Cazador and because a Mindflayer kidnapped you- Dahlia took the contract and has gone rogue. How very convenient. This certainly tracks with the ridiculousness of the other circumstances you are dealing with. If it’s not devils, then it’s the Gith. If it’s not the gith- it’s some sadistic vampire. There is no winning in this group. Halsin is the only one that doesn’t seem to have an issue yet, but you are waiting for the other shoe to drop on that one.

That’s not important right now- knowing what the ritual is? That would be very valuable. You and Astarion have tried to figure out what the carvings into his back are and what they represent. You can read infernal so you know what it says, but it doesn’t make total sense.

Hoyc inferiu non iurare per igneu

Naec virba loquor

Eoai mundo muoat

This soul swears no oath by fire

Nor words does he speak

In the realm of death

You both has assumed it was just a way to prevent him from making contracts with devils to be free of Cazador, but now knowing there is a ‘ritual’ happening- you wonder if it’s an integral part of the ritual, the scars. If they are, then that means you are going to be doing some heavy duty bodyguard work- if Obarhk himself had requested it, then it must mean it’s not good.

Which also doesn’t surprise you given the circumstances.

“What ritual,” you say through clenched teeth.

Her smile is unsettling, “It’s a secret- all I know is that it’s going to make Master very very powerful.”

She looks at you with so much pain and anger. You are Dahlia’s favorite chew toy- you had been keeping her out of harm's way (unintentionally) this whole time and now that she has Dahlia’s attention- she seems to realize now why you didn’t want it in the first place.

Rinara looks borderline feral- you can see it now. Dahlia evidently doesn’t know how to complete the ritual or she used a different one entirely- that’s why Rinara is somewhere between a Deathbringer and a skeleton in the making. You bite back the bile as you watch a piece of her flesh roll off of her arms onto the ground below.

“She tricked all of us- requested every Assassins’ aid that was not a Deathbringer. Told us Obarkh is going to pick one of us for a special project based on our ‘performance,” she spits at the ground, “then she turned us into these things- only ten out of the hundred of us that went survived. Cazador’s blood and Dahlia’s black magic flows through my veins and I survived to tell the tale- I am rotting away. I wish I died.

“And now? I’m going to have a feast- at least I can enjoy one last full meal before I disappear completely,” she bares her canines at you, “I wonder how Half Drow tastes- maybe I should ask those pigs that ate your bitch mother.”

You don’t even have time to reply before Rinara is lunging at you and Karlach. You both deftly dodge the display of all consuming rage that Rinara throws into her movement.

Rinara has always been too blood thirsty to think logically during a fight and her recent transformation seems to have only made it worse- except now she’s stronger so she may be able to actually get some damage in- doubtful, but possible.

You and Karlach breakthrough the trees and you are barrelling towards camp. You are well-versed in unarmed hand to hand combat, but you can’t leave your life up to chance. You don’t know what Dahlia did to her, but it’s becoming clearer that it was not a Deathbringer ceremony that was performed. Her breathing behind you is ragged and rattling- the smell of her skin taints the air you breathe. She is here specifically for Astarion- you can’t afford to take any risk that could keep Rinara alive.

Everyone looks at you both in alarm as you grab your daggers from outside Lae’zel’s tent (she had offered to sharpen them and basically refused to let you say no). Karlach grabs her axe and yells frantically about some zombie woman who wants Astarion, but hates you and now she wants to consume you before taking Astarion back to Cazador. Oh and Dahlia is in on it too because apparently your disappearance had really caused some issues with a contract regarding killing the Vampire Lord.

You barely see the footsteps of the invisible person running up to you in time to dodge and you hear the scream of frustration rip through the air.

You make a wild guess regarding her location and throw a knife while she screams and cusses at you.

“I’ve been waiting to rip you piece by FUCKING piece since I met -“ she is cut off by a screech and revealing herself to your companions.

You had most definitely hit her- your blade stuck in her left eyeball. Rinara looks at you- significantly more pissed off than she was even a moment before-, rips out her eyeball using the throwing knife, discards it, and begins circling you.

Rinara is not bright and she lacks impulse control. She can remain in control for maybe only four or five minutes at a time- which would explain why hearing your voice is probably what set her off Astarion’s path. The chase bought you more time since Rinara loves a good hunt- you are almost positive you can break her down quickly and because she’ll be chasing a high, she’ll make stupid mistakes. Rinara also loves to talk and taunt her targets which infuriates you, but at least it’s a full proof trap for her.

“You don’t always need to be stronger than your opponents,” Dahlia says as she watches you get the shit kicked out of you by a hired mercenary, “you just need to be faster, smarter, and calm- let them dig their own grave.”

Your companions are clambering for their weapons and you send out a “don’t move” message telepathically. Astarion protests hit your brain like a wave- all you feel is fear. You tell him to trust you and you allow him to be privy to your thoughts and actions. You know exactly how quickly this will end after your next words and you don’t need her getting spooked.

“You know, Rinara, I’m not surprised Dahlia tricked you or that you were dense enough to drink Cazador’s blood- it certainly wouldn’t be the dumbest thing you’ve fallen for,” you smile at her, “I might actually feel sorry for you this time.”

You see your companions all staring at you as Rinara’s footsteps end just to the right of their line of sight. You can feel Astarion’s gaze burning into you and you have to focus hard on disconnecting. Embarrassment will not be helpful.

“What did you just say to me, you little wretch?”

“Oh sorry,” you clear your throat, “I SAID- I THINK YOU ARE REALLY REALLY FUCKING DUMB AND I’M NOT SURPRISED YOU GOT DOOPED.”

The sound of Astarion’s laughter fills your head- you fight to stop the smile that is threatening to cross your lips. The rage bristling off of her is so wonderful. You feel a dopamine rush over the way her teeth are chattering in anger, the way her eyes are paranoid and unfocused as she looks at you. You have gotten under her skin and now it’s your turn to be the predator.

“I’m going to enjoy bringing your skeleton back to Dahlia after I pick you clean,” she roars, “I’m going to enjoy watching that stupid Spawn finally fulfill his-“

“Do you ever shut up or ?” You ask, snorts and laughter coming from your companions, “I feel like I left that at a really good spot and we should just move forward or whatever?”

Oh the look of embarrassment, shame, and fury on her face- how you wish Lucia could have seen it. She could not stand Rinara and the way her face twists with the sour emotions is a wonderful sight to behold.

“I’ve changed my mind. I won’t eat you, I’ll just bring you back to Dahlia like the fucking disobedient thing you are! You” she spits, “are nothing, but a walking Corpse. You should have stayed dead- I liked you better that way. If Dahlia can do it once- I’m sure she’ll love doing it again. You’ll be tolerable and compliant soon enough.”

The cackle that leaves your lips surprises you.

“You always have been so fucking stupid, Rinara,” you hiss, “if you want Dahlia to love you so fucking bad you can have her. The price of her ‘love’ is hardly worth it- the woman is madder than that weird old guy next to brothel on 8th.”

“YOU ARE UNGRATEFUL!” Rinara screeches, “I WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON!”

You could not roll your eyes further back into your head. It should be easier to leave the Nightmasks. The idiocy is putting years on your immortal life.

“Doubtful, but you are welcome to try.”

Rinara lunges fast, but you are definitely faster. You imagine having intact skin helps. Rinara is hitting you with attack after attack and you just focus on dodging, getting in close for a quick hit, then back to dodging. She is the one dying, not you- let her do all the hard work.

Whatever spell Dahlia used did not promote Stamina or basic hygiene- unfortunately. Rinara is breathing hard and is already losing power in her hits.

This goes on for a couple minutes before Rinara does what she always does- lifting up her back foot ever so slightly so that she can extend her blade farther. You don’t know how many times you have to trip her for this mistake before she realizes she’s her own worst enemy.

You move out of the way and use her momentum- with a swift kick of your foot- Rinara went skidding across the dirt. Her blade is stuck in the ground near you almost perfectly upright. You walk over to it and you push it even further into the ground then stand directly in front of it, cutting off her line of sight to it.

“If you want your cheap ass sword back- come get it.”

It’s actually a very expensive sword and Rinara is very very defensive about it.

“YOU-“

Rinara doesn’t even allow herself to finish her sentence before she flings a massive bolt of lightning your way. Your companions are screaming as you run towards the lightning, but you know what you are doing. You dive just below the electric crackling in the air and roll back onto your feet. You watch as Rinara turns to you before she catches the blue bolt coming back towards her.

You didn’t always like to use your enemies weapons for their intended purposes, but when in need of a reflective surface- you can never go wrong with a sword.

Rinara goes flying towards the campfire- the smell of rotting burnt flesh fills your nose as she cries out in pain with every spark of lightning that jolts through her.

You take your time to walk back to the campfire, walking over with her sword in hand, and look through your pack- of course you left your Holy Water at home. At least you have wine- you pop it open and begin to drink. Rinara is still writhing on the ground and her flesh is even worse off than it was before. This really isn’t your favorite way to spend any evening- killing your formal frenemy because there is no rehabbing this version of her. It is all the worst of Rinara and then some.

You sigh heavily and walk over to her. You cock your head at her, leaning on her sword for support, and take another long sip of the wine. Rinara’s irritation is growing, but her body is practically in tatters now. She lashes out at you with clawed hands- you meet both of her wrists with her own sword- deftly cleaving them off her. The mortified scream that leaves Rinara’s mouth as she begins trying to back away from you. You smile at her with your vampiric stare- intensifying Rinara’s growing fear.

“Dahlia did a shit job training you. Didn’t she tell you the rules ? Use it and you lose it,” you take another swig.

“Hells Soldier!”

“Hey-“ you take an even bigger sip, “I’ve been waiting to take this one out back and put her out of her misery for five years. She’s obsessed with Dahlia of all fucking people and so she terrorizes me by interfering with my contracts! I will be enjoying my moment- thank you very much.”

“That’s not what I meant- you ‘use it, you lose it?’ That can’t possibly-“

You roll up your sleeves and the silence around the campfire is deafening as everyone stares- you should have probably not done that.

Blunt, deep lines around your wrist, old and faded into the skin. There are similar markings on your elbows right at your elbows.

“The reversal process involves blood magic and necromancy- if you were wondering. Oh and yes it does hurt, yes I have more, and no I won’t be talking about it.”

Rinara kicks you weakly- your shoulders slump. Is she serious right now? Consistency is key so off goes the foot. Rinara’s pained wailing echoes in the air.

One last giant swig and you feel less freaked out and embarrassed by your sudden onslaught of bravado. You hold out the bottle to Astarion who happily takes it and begins to drink from it- you can feel his eyes melting your skin and you are almost afraid to see the emotions in them.

You grab Rinara by the back of her collar and her wriggling barely stops you from being able to easily drag her along the forest floor all the way back to the river. Hopefully she’s close to the same concept as a vampire, but also Rinara can’t swim.

“Well my dumb friend,” you say with a snort, “this is where we part ways- permanently. I hope the fish like their dinner and you’ll stop talking so Goddamn much in fights during battles. This was way too much work for how fucking weak you are.”

Rinara is screaming and kicking. You let her go and walk about five feet in front of her- putting her between yourself and the river. You wave and smile like you are saying goodbye to a loved relative- followed with a middle finger.

You use a simple Push cantrip and watch with a sort of sick satisfaction as Rinara begins to burn up, steam coming up from the water as she is dragged away by the current.

“Well Roo, I would say that may be some of your finest work yet,” you say, giving yourself a pat on the back.

You turn around and see all of your companions. You suddenly feel ill and self-conscious. Wyll looks slightly horrified, Halsin is just unreadable, Karlach is giving you a thumbs up like it’s your first day of school, Shadowheart is nodding her head impressed, Gale is shocked, and Lae’zel is slowly clapping.

Astarion though? He’s looking at you with a mixture of gratitude, warmth, and pride. You try your best to avoid his gaze as you put your hand on your hip and lift an eyebrow at them. You might actually keel over from adoration if you look at him.

“What are you guys even doing? Good Gods you people are far too supportive and clingy,” you say trying to hide your smile and then look at Gale, “don’t you have something cooking?”

“SHIT!”

All of your companions turn around to leave, but Astarion begins to walk towards you and you feel like your heart might explode in your chest. You see Karlach celebrate behind him- giving you a thumbs up again and you shake your head at her.

You just fought a woman and barely broke a sweat, but the minute he even looks at you- you feel like your whole body is on fire. Strong hands, grab you by the hips and pull you into his chest before he then moves them to your face. Astarion cups your face in his hands and is looking in your eyes.

“You are a sight to behold, Darling,” he says breathlessly, “that was the most beautiful display of violence I’ve ever seen.”

“ I- uh,” you choke back the surprise, “just another day… on the job?”

“Oh well, let me thank you for your wonderful work then.”

“You don’t need to-“

Astarion presses his lips to yours and swallows up the words you were going to say. The kiss is rough, but slow and needy- hungry even. It makes you feel like he is yearning for you- worshiping you in a temple.

When you pull back for air, you see how his eyes are blown wide with lust and another emotion you can’t quite decipher- it’s positive, but also a little fearful.

“Stay with me?” He asks, his voice uncharacteristically shy, “in my tent?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes,” he pauses before saying quietly, “and every night after that too- if you want.”

You let a huge smile spread across your face and his nervous expression appears to melt away almost instantly. You step back from him and curtsy.

“I, a simple camp urchin, would be honored to stay in your tent with you, Lord Acunin,” you say teasingly.

Astarion rolls his eyes with a lopsided smile, but puts his arm out to you. You loop your arm through his as if you are two normal nobles courting each other.

“First we must feed you, my Lady,” Astarion states in an overly proper tone, you giggle and you see the corners of his mouth twitch further at the sound, “I must make sure my lover is well taken care of after all.”

You are hot from head to toe and Astarion absolutely has to notice. If he does, he doesn’t say anything, but you hope he hears how alive he makes your heart sound.

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“Never have I ever…” Gale says, “worked for a Devil.”

Astarion watches as Karlach and Wyll begrudgingly take a large sip of their choice of liquor. You are leaning your head on Astarion’s shoulder- the alcohol making you slightly more affectionate in public. Astarion would be lying if he said it didn’t give him a thrill to be this close to you- even if PDA might not be his thing.

“Never have I ever- been a vampire,” Karlach says slyly.

Both you and Astarion grumble- taking a shot.

“Never have I ever,” Shadowheart says, tapping her finger on her knee , “lit a building on fire.”

Every single one of you but Halsin takes a shot. Shadowheart giggles and then also takes a shot.

“Shadowheart,” Karlach says and looks at her with confusion, “you aren’t supposed to drink if you haven’t done it?”

“Oh no- I have,” Shadowheart slurs, “I just wanted another shot and couldn’t think of anything else.”

Karlach begins to chastise Shadowheart playfully- commenting on how she is already way too messed up and Shadowheart saying, “I am a CLERIC I can cure my own hangovers!”

Everybody chuckles and returns to the game- it’s Wyll’s turn. Wyll regards you and cocks an eyebrow.

“Hmmmmm…. Never have I ever killed a Liche.”

You snort and take a shot.

“NO!” Wyll exclaims, “I thought I had you that time.”

“Mhmmmmm,” you hum in acknowledgement, “I think I was- 15?”

Wyll is sitting on the edge of his seat- actually everyone is. Astarion watches you squirm in recognization that everyone wants to hear your story.

“Oh it was just a complete accident,” you say with a fake enthusiasm, “I was exploring a nearby temple during a contract and just happened to run into one.”

Everyone bought the story- Wyll comments that you have terrible luck which you laugh at. He has no idea.

Astarion already knows this story- Dahlia had dragged your halfway dead body all the way into an abandoned castle off the coast of the Sea of Stars, resurrected you, and then shackled your feet and hands together. She later hid the key for the shackles somewhere in the castle for you to find.

It was an exercise- a sadistic one. You had pissed her off the night before because you had refused to let you cut your hair. She had cut it all off, every last inch, after she had beaten you into submission by quite literally killing you. This was the second part of your punishment.

She told you that there is a Lich hiding in the castle and her expectations of you were high- you are not to receive even a single scratch and the Lich needed to be dead. The punishment for not meeting these expectations? You would go without eating for a week and you would be locked away in the basement- not allowed to leave or see Tessa. You killed the lich, but you were horrifically mauled in the process because you couldn’t find the key. It was a long week in that dark, cold, horrible basement. Dahlia had also hired Abdirak to reinforce how horribly you fucked up.

Astarion absentmindedly puts his hand on yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze- trying to disrupt the spiral you’re evidently about to go into. You look over at him and Astarion feels like he could melt. You look at him with so much gratitude and as if he is the most important person who has ever walked this earth. Gods he has really really fucked up his plan.

The game has continued to go on without the two of you and suddenly everyone is staring at you both.

“Did you both not hear the question?” Karlach snorts while wiggling her eyebrows.

You both look at each other and you laugh awkwardly before turning back to Karlach.

“Repeat?”

“Never have I ever felt romantically towards any form of vampire,” Wyll states, “Gale, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart have had their shots already- so now we are just waiting on you two.”

Astarion doesn’t even have to think about it- which could partially be because of how intoxicated he currently is- obviously he is taking a shot.

He pours some more alcohol in yours and his glasses- then looks at you. This is about when his drunk mind realizes that he is basically stating, “I like you, but do you like me?” With his actions and that there is still the possibility that you could reject him. He did fling a Gnome you were trying to save into the air today- not the most attractive thing a person can do. (It was kind of worth it though).

“Cheers?” He says with a smirk on his face- hoping his eyes don’t reflect how nervous he feels.

You squint your eyes at him playfully before clinking the glass, “Cheers.”

Karlach claps her hands excitedly and Wyll’s eyes are sparkling while he looks at her. Shadowheart also smiles widely at the display of support.

You and Astarion have been speculating who Karlach is going to end up with for days now- Dammon is still a possibility, but you both have decided that it’s least likely. Astarion thinks Shadowheart and you think it will be Wyll. There’s 100 gold on the line for whoever wins. If it ends up being Dammon though? Well you will both drink and commiserate together about how blind you had both been.

It’s your turn now and you look directly at Astarion, he isn’t sure how he feels about the mischievous glint in your eyes. Then you say your sentence out loud and he feels a laugh bubble up from his lungs.

“Never have I ever flung a Deep Gnome from a windmill.”

Astarion falls off the log- laughing just as hard as he had done earlier- as you regale the group with the story. Gods it had been such a wonderful experience- the look on your face had been priceless. He also silently appreciated that you were far more impressed with his loophole than upset about his actions.

The goodies of the group castigate him, but they are all laughing equally as hard as the both of you are. You paint a very vivid picture using hand gestures and words that Astarion has been teaching you in common to describe things. He relishes in how lovely and lively you are- Alcohol is such a wonderful thing. He can just enjoy you without that horrible nagging in his head that even being involved with you anymore is a bad idea.

When Astarion finally finishes laughing- he happily takes another shot.

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Lost- Ellie Williams

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-> Summary: Once Ellie is handed over to Joel and Tess, you lose contact with her. You find her again a couple years later.

-> Warnings: none? A broken ankle?

You stumbled down a flight of stairs, the cracks in the dusty windows being your only source of light. The world went quiet when the blanket of snow fell.

The clicker at the top of the stairs froze, hearing the accidental noise you had made. You breathing hitched as you bent down to grab a mental pipe. The clicking noises grew louder as you hurriedly tied a scissors to the end of the pipe, hoping it would do more damage.

You stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the clicker to come close enough. You were praying to anyone listening that you got out of this mess, you had someone to find.

The clicker got to the last step and lunged at you. You swung the pipe as hard as you could and caught its neck, then using your shiv to quietly puncture it. You hoped you were quiet enough to not alert any other near by.

However, you thought wrong. Two more came through the door to your left.

"Fuck." You whispered as they quickly ran towards you. As quietly as you could, you moved spaces. You were now in an open room with only armour stands in every corner, and massive pillars to hold the ceiling up.

you had no idea which way was out. A rat squeaked as you scared it with a step and the two clickers turned to face you. You observed them, and how disgusting they looked. You didn't know if you could take two at once.

At the sound of the door closing, one scurried off up the stairs, the other locked on you. It walked towards you, as if smelling you, and it twitched every thirty seconds. You stepped back, frightening for your life and knocked the armour stand over.

At this, you took off running. You knew it wasn't smart to leave the room as others could be around any corner, so you ran in circles. As the clicker cut through the middle of the room, you stood on a baseball bat and your ankle twisted.

You whimpered in pain as you turned to face the ugly creature, your pipe ready in your hand. You heard to faint voices calling out from up the stairs. You refused to reply.

Unexpectedly, the clicker lunged. You battered it with the pipe but nothing seemed to be working, and the searing pain in your ankle wasn't helping. The clicker knocked the pipe from your hand and knocked you over, the baseball bat far too out of reach now.

You knew you had only one option, other than giving up, and you took it.

"Help!" You screamed, your hands on the shoulders of the clicker to keep it away from you, "Downstairs! Fuck- Hurry!"

you tried kicking it but the clicker didn't seem effected by it. You arms were slowly giving in and the clicker got closer to your face. You squeezed your eyes shut and gave up completely.

you prepared yourself for failure, but it never came. The clicker was thrown off of you and its head had been cut off from its neck. You choked back a cry, resting your head on the ground for a second.

"Are you okay?" A deep voice called out from where the clicker stood. You coughed and sat up, Your vision blurry as you opened your eyes, "I'm Joel. Are you hurt?"

When you heard his name, your head popped up. Your vision slowly coming back as you tried to stand.

"Woah steady," Joel spoke as he grabbed you arm to help, "Ah, the ankle. do you want me to take a look?"

"Uh- if you don't mind," You nodded. You tried not to sound too hopeful, knowing exactly who you was looking for was around there somewhere.

He sat you in the room over on a sofa, rolling up your jeans and untying the laces of your wrecked green converse.

"What are ya doing out here alone?" he questioned curiously. He inspected your ankle, gently holding it with his hands.

"Well, I was searching for someone," You replied. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you anticipated the arrival of the girl you was looking for. Joel hummed in response, not prying any further.

"Can you stand on it?" He asked as he helped you to stand. You tried to put pressure on it more and failed, "Alright sit down, I'll be right back."

You watched him leave then waited patiently for him to return. In the mean time, you stared at the old pictures on the walls. At the weeds that grew in the corners of the room, and the old tiles of the ceiling that had broken or fallen off.

"Just through here," You heard Joel speak, "just a sprained ankle, fortunately-"

You gasped at the sight, as if you hadn't expected it, "Ellie?"

"Oh my god," She sighed in disbelief. She dropped her bag into Joel's hand and jogged over to you, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You laughed, letting her grab your hand and pull you up. You made sure not to put pressure on your foot as she tightly wrapped her arms around you. You arms engulfed her torso as your head rested below her chin.

Her hand came to the back of your head and you took notice of how much she had grown.

"I thought id never see you again," You sighed.

"So you two know each other then?" Joel raised an eyebrow as you two pulled apart, Ellie sitting you back on the sofa.

"Well, here I am" Ellie replied, ignoring Joels question and handing him bandages.

#the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou game #ellie x reader #abby tlou #joel tlou #dina woodward #tess tlou #tlou fanart

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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I am officially throwing away my identity as a wholesome writer after much deliberation. Anyways here is your smut.

-Taking Care-

Vil x fem!Yuu

After suffering from a broken heart Vil does his part to comfort Yuu. With his body.

Notes: Overstimulation, cunnalingus, cockwarming, praise kink, slight jealousy, aftercare, a lot of fluff and cuddling, consent is sexy. Not proofread will later,

"V-Vil! Please!" Yuu shuttered as Vil rubbed his thumb against her stiff clit. " It's too much."

She had already orgasmed twice and still Vil wouldn't put it in. Still her hips helplessly rutted against him as he played with her sensitive bud.

Vil gazed at her fondly as he hovered above her, admiring her sweat slicked body splayed out on the sheets.

"You're doing so well. You can cum again all you like. You look so beautiful like this, I can't help but to tease you." Vil hummed as he pumped his fingers inside Yuu's soaked cunt. "Now, cum."

As if Vil commanded it alone Yuu's orgasm hit her like sparks. Her back arched as she whimpered pathetically mewing Vil's name. Yuu could feel her lower belly begin to ache with emptiness from Vil milking her every orgasm.

"You're such a good girl." Vil praised her as he stroked her hair. Yuu nuzzled his hand, searching for his comfort and warmth. "Remember, he could never make you feel this way. You aren't losing anything leaving him."

Yuu's red eyes watered as the painful reminder of the past few days returned.

Catching your partner in the act of cheating was a common story. So common that Yuu wondered if love was even real when so many people lie about their feelings. Maybe, love wasn't real. Maybe everyone is faking it like Santa or the tooth fairy. Maybe, she was just the only fool to believe in it.

Yeah, he cheated. And yeah, she yelled at him. They broke up, and Yuu went home to eat ice cream and cry.

She called off work for a few days to get over it. Relationship statuses were changed and photos had to be deleted.

What would she tell Vil? Her ex worked in the same company as him. Vil, even introduced them at an event.

Yuu didn't need to tell him. He knew and he wasn't happy.

Vil hated that guy. He wasn't good enough for Yuu and his every failure was taken extensive note of.

When Vil found out about that scumbag cheating he told his agent to let the executives know that either he goes or the bastard. It wasn't a hard choice. Vil would have him blacklisted from every label.

But, Yuu came first.

Vil had rushed to her side to console his dear friend. I was partly his fault for letting her meet such a rat, so of course he has to make it better.

Long hours of talking, hugging, and crying between the two turned into something more.

Vils warm lips felt like a reprieve from the cold empty space in Yuu's heart. That hole, even if it might be temporary was filled with longing for another.

That heat only ignited as she felt his warm lips turned to his hot tongue swipe her collar.

Yuu held back a satisfied sigh as Vil worked his way down her neck leaving marks aa he went. As shaky hand pushed him back as she looked him on the eye.

"Vil, you know what I just went through." Yuu wanted to sound betrayed, but she was pleading to him "I don't want to be used."

Vil paused, a hurt expression crossed his face before settling to understanding. He took his hand in her's as he tried to comfort her.

"I would never do that to you. You mean more then that to me. I just want you to forget about that ugly loser. You deserve to know what it's like to be with someone who cares about your needs." Vil pulled Yuu by the hips forward to the edge of the sofa "To remind you how it feels to be treated like a woman."

He gave her time to deny him as he removed her shorts and paused for his permission to continue. Yuu nodded without looking him in eyes as her face flushed. Vil paid no mind, she was cute when she was shy.

"Aw, you're wearing the violet lace I got you." Vil was referring to the panties he got her when shopping together. Something her ex hated doing with her. "I was right it looks good on you. Almost like you put them on just for me."

As Vil whispered in her ear he grinded his thumb against Yuu's covered clit.

Yuu tried to close her legs only to be held back aa pressed harder causing her to jump slightly.

"Yuu, look at the mess you're making. You're going to dirty your clothes." Vil teased feeling the wet patch that was forming from Yuu's arousal.

Ridding Yuu of her undergarments, Vil placed himself between her legs.

Yuu embarrassed, covered her sex.

"Vil wait, you don't have to do this. We can just have sex." She squeaked.

"Don't tell me you've never done this before?" Vil asked astonished as Yuu meekly shook her head. "He didn't know how to treat you with respect. Of course, he wouldn't know how to treat your body either."

Vil took the time to calm Yuu down. Giving her reassuring kisses and rubbing her thighs. He gave much needed attention to her chest being gentle and not groping roughly like she was used to.

When she was ready, Vil sank to his knees to get to his favorite part. He licked a long stripe up her pussy. Yuu squirmed not used to the feeling as Vil hooked an arm around her thigh and placed it on his shoulder.

"Tonight you're going to play the role of my pillow princess. You don't need to do a thing, just take what I give you." Vil didn't give her time to respond as he spead Yuu open and dug in.

Yuu had never seen this side of Vil in their years of friendship. A part of her expected this from Rook, but Vil seemed like the type to make someone else do all the work. She was used to that from her previous partner. Vil however, seemed to thrive on her cries as he paid her clit special attention.

Yuu couldn't stop her legs from shaking as he sucked on her clit. Vil paid no mind as he played with hit more and listened to Yuu moan and gasp.

The first time he came that night on Vil's tongue was the first she ever felt something like that. No one ever cared about her pleasure like this. They only wanted to be inside her and take.

Vil however, didn't stop giving as he ignored her orgasm as he continued lapping as her folds.

Yuu felt a static haze coming over her as she cried out and tried to pull Vil away from her aching sex only to receive a nip to her thigh. Vil was enjoying his every moment drinking up her sobbing pussy as Yuu called his name over and over to stay grounded.

After another orgasm left her whimpering and crying, Vil picked up his partner. He made sure she was wrapped securely around his waist as he took her to bed.

"Let go somewhere more comfortable, my darling."

He took his time undressing them both fully as he gave her a short break.

After he finished giving her a third orgasm he wanted to let her sleep and end their relations for the night.

"Vil, y-you still haven't." Yuu tried to say that he hadn't cum once.

"Don't worry about me, I want to make you feel good." Vil was a man with needs but he could take care of himself.

"Please Vil, inside. I want you inside." Yuu begged as she reached down to tug as his throbbing manhood.

Vil knew she couldn't take much more and didn't want to risk hurting her even if she was begging for it. His logic barly won as he pulled her chest to chest and slowly sunk unto her weeping hole.

Yuu jolted as he aching sex stung at the penatration, her body was tired. She waited for Vil to begin moving so they could finish.

But Vil didn't move, nor did he intend to. He was satisfied feeling her around him weakly pulling him in.

Yuu didn't understand at first, fully expecting to be roughly taken, but instead she was pulling into Vil's arms. He gently stroked her curves as he whispered praise in her ear.

"Relax, my darling. We don't have to do anything. You've done amazing already, my love." Vil kissed her gently.

Something had to give as Yuu, overwhelmed cried in his embrace. No one had ever made her feel this loved, no one but Vil.

Vil stroked her hair and kissed her as she held onto him. She eventually returned the affection as they were entangled in one another.

They made love one last time for the night and slept easy as Vil never left her velvety warmth.

Morning came and went as the couple slept soundly. Even when they roused they didn't want to get out of bed. Just feeling the others warmth and soft skin against their own. Soft kisses and nuzzling against each others necks.

They were in their own little world.

Until the front door opened. It had completely slipped her mind her ex had a key and if he came upstairs he'd see them. Actually if he went into the living room he'd see her underwear that was haphazardly tossed aside during the night.

Vil sighed irritably as he got out of bed and fished around for his pants.

"Vil don't, you shouldn't have to deal with him on my behave." Yuu pleaded as she grabbed his hand.

Vil took in the sight of her. Her hair ruffled, skin flushed and marked, and bare as the day born. She looked as she should, like she was his with the marks to prove it. This wasn't a sight he could share, not even to gloat.

"Don't worry my darling. I'm just going to tell him to leave." Vil said leaned down to kiss her cheek.

It resulted in a confrontation. The ex didn't enjoy knowing that his ex-girlfriend wasn't crying over him and was already moving on. Words like whore and cheating bitch were thrown around and Yuu managed to get dressed fast enough to stop Vil from doing something he wouldn't regret.

After kicking out the interloper, they could finally settle down again. Vil feverishly kissed Yuu trying to reassure himself that what happened last night wasn't just a fling and that she wasn't going back to that bastard.

Yuu responded in kind as she wrapped her arms around him.

The timing might not of been ideal but she was more then willing to see where this relationship will go.

#vil shoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twst mc #vil schoenheit #vil smut #twst vil #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #maid!Yuu

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imashoe69420 · 1 year

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Rise!Leo X Reader Headcanons☆彡

Some points are from my other works I’ve written on here so some stuff may look familiar lol

Relationship: Dating (official)

Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (but in second person)

Warnings ⚠️ : Swearing

Genre: mostly fluff, some angst

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• One thing about Leo is he is a very touchy person.

• Whenever you're around, he has to hold your hand or set you on his lap with his chin resting on the top of your head or something of the sort.

• He would never tell his brothers, but he loves to carry you around. If he has to go anywhere outside of viewing distance, he will carry you like a koala wherever he needed to go. Yes, it slightly inconvenienced him, but at least he could occasionally kiss your cheek or neck as he prepared a snack in the kitchen.

• Although he was charming, he often poked fun at you. Especially when he found your diary from the 5th grade where you had an obsession with this one boy that's presently kinda ugly.

• “Dear diary, Colin is soooo cute!" Leo read in an exaggerated breathy voice.

•"Leo, don't!" You screamed playfully as you tried to reach for the diary, but he held it away out of your reach.

• "Hold on, just one more page!"

• "Leo! Give it back!"

• But sometimes, he didn't register your mood before making a crude joke.

• One time, he made a joke about something you were insecure about. Usually you'd just laugh it off, but you had had a bad day and that was your breaking point.

• He felt like the worst boyfriend seeing you cry because of him. He apologized over and over until he practically went horse. "I'm sorry, that was dumb. I'm dumb. That was stupid. I thought it was gonna be funny. I'm sorry, don't cry!"

• "No... it's just... today kinda sucked." You told him.

• Leo was relieved that it wasn't solely him that made you upset, but he was still pissed at himself.

• He got you a few blankets to wrap you in, and then he tried to cook you something that epically failed, so he settled for some canned tomato soup that he tried to pass off as his own. Which epically failed again.

• "You did not!" You accused him. "You don't know how to cook.”

• "I do too!"

• "Do not!"

• "Do too!" Leo grabbed you, smothering you with kisses as you giggled and tried to push him away.

• He always knew how to make you feel better.

• During every one of his missions, he would send you a selfie of him posing with the villain in the background. The villain was usually getting their ass kicked by his brothers.

• Be back soon, babe! He would text you.

• You laughed and texted back, You shouldn’t be texting me! You’re gonna get hurt!

• Just checking in w the love of my life, he texted back, making you blush.

• Of course, Leo can’t meet new people often, but you had introduced him to your younger siblings when he had swooped in through your open window and your eight (8) year old sister stood staring at him in awe.

• Leo didn’t know what to say as he didn’t even know you had siblings. He just stared awkwardly for a bit.

• “(Y/N) has you on her screen saver.” Their sister ratted on them.

• (Y/N)’s ten (10) brother stalked out of his room to see who his sister was talking to. He screamed when he saw Leo. “(Y/N)! There’s a monster in the living room!”

• (Y/N) rushed out of their room and sighed when they just saw the turtle still staring dumbfounded at her little sister, Harriet.

• “Harri, Carson, this is Leo.” (Y/N) said slowly as they approached Leo rested a hand against his shoulder, finally shaking him out of his stupor. “He isn’t a monster. He’s… uh, a friend.”

• Harriet quickly took advantage of Leo’s social awkwardness and forced him into a tea party, then a makeover. She kept asking him question after question: how old are you? Where do you live? What’s it like being a turtle? Do you go to school? What grade are you in? Do you like to color? What color lipstick do you want: red or purple?

• Although he was uncomfortable, Leo tried his best to be nice and charismatic.

• Your brother sat in the corner of his sister’s room to make sure that what you said was true and Leo wouldn’t to eat her.

• “Are you and (Y/N) in love?” Harriet asked the turtle. He tried to laugh it off, but the little girl stared intently at him, waiting for an answer.

• Of course Leo’s in love with you, but he’d never said it verbatim. Maybe an “I love you” or “you’re the love of my life”, but he’d never said he was in love with you.

• “No duh!” Carson scoffed before Leo could answer. “They’re always talking about him but didn’t think to tell us that he was a big green monster!”

• “Stop it! You’re hurting his feelings!” Harriet threw a dusty eyeshadow at her brother. “You’re being a bad brother in-law!”

• “He’s the in-law, not me!” The boy retorts.

• “Hey, can we just—” Leo tried to deescalate the situation for the sake of his heart mere seconds away from pounding out of his chest at the idea of him and (Y/N) getting married.

• The kids continued to argue until (Y/N) came into the room with a plate of cheese, crackers, and grapes cut in half. The siblings flocked over to the plate, leaving Leo in a chair that was way too short for him.

• (Y/N) stifled a laugh at the makeup smeared all over Leo’s face.

• “Looks like Harri likes you.” They took a makeup wipe sitting in a pack on their little sister’s dresser.

• The turtle shrugged, a smile on his face as you wiped away his colorful yet messy “makeover”.

#fanfic #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt reader insert #x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader #headcanon #rottmnt headcanons

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wellthebardsdead · 17 days

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Tav: *reading through Raphael’s contract* can I make, one amendment?

Raphael: that depends, what is it?

Tav: *shifts the writing around on the page surprised at how effortlessly it willingly bends to alterations* there.

Raphael: *takes it and reads through it, seeing no noticeable changes made beyond them simply respelling their name* Your name isn’t short for Tavish then? Hm. Korrilla needs to get her ears checked. Very well, do we a deal?

Tav: *signs* Yep.

*post final battle*

Tav: *gives Gale the crown* here you go.

Gale: but, your contract-

Tav: I know. Don’t worry about it.

Gale: …What are you up to?

Tav: don’t worry about it. *smiles and pats his shoulder before leaving the tabernacle and making their way to the devils fee, walking inside and peering into the orb to see Raphael failing helplessly over Mephistopheles maw, the archduke having caught onto his sons plan after Tav conveniently delayed handing over the crown just long enough for Haarlep to rat on the cambion* okay. Only one chance at this. *looks at Helisk* I’m ready.

Helisk: Okay. You’re 100% certain about this. You’re literally going to be spawning in the main hall of Mephistar.

Tav: I know… but I made a deal and I intend to deliver. I don’t make empty promises. My friend went through a lot of effort to get me this.

Helisk: okay. Enjoy freezing for eternity I guess. *activates the portal sending them to the 8th layer*

Tav: *blinks and suddenly they’re falling right into Mephistopheles open maw* RAPH LOOK OUT!

Raphael: *stops panicking for a second and blinks as Tav whizzes past him. Right into his fathers awaiting gullet and down his throat* Tav?

Mephistopheles: *blinks in equal confusion* what was that- *coughs*

Baalphegor: *laughs from her throne by her husbands currently empty seat* Was that your last desperate hope of rescue?

Mephistopheles: *coughs and scratches at his neck* s-stuck- *suddenly drops Raphael and gags trying to spit Tav up*

Raphael: *coughs as he hits the ground* Desperate? My dear Tav, is anything, but, desperate.

Baalphegor: M-Mephistopheles? My lord? My love?! What’s hap-

Tav: *punctures through the arch devils neck with the radiant light of Zariels blade, twisting and turning it until finally cleaving his head clean off and toppling out covered in blood and mucus, right next to Raphael* hi.

Raphael: hello- *grabs them and scurries back as his fathers gargantuan form collapses, headless, and truely dead, the court in utter shock and silence, leaving only his consorts shrill cry to fill the stagnant air*

Baalphegor: NO!!! WHAT HAVE YOU D-

Tav: *throws the blade running her through with it and killing her too* done… *gets up and slips on the mucus and spittle but keeps their footing before walking to the head of the now dead arch duke* it’s an ugly crown… but a crown as I promised.. *pulls it from them with a grunt and sighs with relief as it shrinks to size*

Raphael: it’s also the wrong crown… you promised me the crown of karsus.

Tav: double check that contract for me.

Raphael: … *summons it and realises they’d Amended it to remove ‘of karsus’ without him noticing…* Korrilla needs her ears checked, and I need glasses. *stands and walks to them, taking the crown and bowing his head* I commend your cleverness. Mouse. You’ve outfoxed the cat, and killed the foxes hunter… *looks at his fathers corpse then over at Baalphegor* our contract is fulfilled but… I will be needing a consort if I’m to be archduke…

Tav: are you asking, me?

Raphael: you came to my rescue when you could have very well run off with the crown or handed it over to my father… but you didn’t. You saved me… and… I’m grateful.

Tav: you’re welcome. *smiles and blinks as Zariels blade nudges against them, having been trying to attune to them since they got their hands on it* besides. There’s someone else you need to thank, I wouldn’t have been able to get this without them.

Raphael: who?

Hope: *bursts in also covered in blood and mucus after cutting her way into the citadel to get the sword* IM ALIVE FUCKERS!

#Tav bg3 #Raphael bg3 #hope bg3

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loonsmoons · 1 year

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The Marauders and how they’d react to/feel about spiders, because I had a meltdown when I found one in my room this morning :)

James: Freaks out. Screams for someone to get rid of it, but insists on not killing it (it is a living organism after all). “NO, PUT IT OUTSIDE, JUST PUT IT OUTSIDE! FURTHER AWAY, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IT WILL CRAWL RIGHT BACK IN!”

Sirius: Freaks out as well. But it gets UGLY. You know that meme of that crying woman pointing at the white cat? That’s him pointing at the spider. He also does not care if it’s a living organism, he wants to see it DEAD. “I don’t CARE if it’s more scared of me then I am of it, KILL. IT.”

Remus: Doesn’t care about them, never has. He’s kind enough to take them outside for James and Sirius with that glass and paper trick, but not before pretending to accidentally have dropped/lost it on one of their beds. Because he IS an asshole.

Peter: Used to find them scary, but from the first time on when he came into the dorm and found James and Sirius standing on their beds/desks screaming, he became the knight in shining armour and took it out (not outside, OUT). (He became a little terrified again though the first time he saw one as a rat: “This shit’s GIGANTIC!” But then again, he thought of everything as gigantic … “And- and then Remus … Jeez, he looked like a fucking giant! And Sirius- … Well you were there too, ig”)

Lily: Very much not scared. Thinks they’re fascinating actually. If she finds one outside, crawling over her picnic blanket or smth, she’ll let it crawl over her hand and curiously watch it.

Mary: Will watch it with Lily, joking about being jealous of its long legs. And then she’ll insist on letting it crawl onto her hand as well, but as soon as it does, she’s all “Nonono, take it off. TAKE IT OFF”

Marlene: Very similar to Sirius, perhaps less tears and more aggressive screaming. “KILL IT, FUCKING. KILL. IT.”

Dorcas: Just … Does not care. She’ll find one in her room and goes “Okay cool, you live here now as well, ig” Occasionally she will talk to it like: “Jeez Timmy, you better know how lucky you are … Imagine just not having to write Transfiguration essays …” (Wait, you don’t, do you? Or are you an animagus? You better not be …”)

Pandora: Loves them. Even has a pet spider she’ll force everyone to cuddle with. She’ll occasionally lose it too, and everytime some brave soul brings it back to her, she’s like an old lady with her cat: “Tsk tsk tsk Garry, where have you been again, huh?” Just leaving, not even thanking the person that brought Garry back. So they stand there, awkwardly, as Pandora moves away like: “Always exploring the neighbourhood, aren’t you, lil guy?”

Regulus: Doesn’t really mind them either. Very similar to Dorcas, but he’s a bit more fascinated by them, like Lily. He will look through several books to find out what kind it is, and just … sit there and watch it, or draw it in his sketchbook

Barty: Says he’s all chill around them, until Evan next to him clears his throat and he’s reminded of last week, when he was screaming and crying and running from a leave that fell into his lap, which to him looked like a spider

Evan: Maniac. Will carry them out with his BARE HANDS. Just grabbing it off the wall. And unlike Remus he won’t just pretend to drop it, but actually drop it onto Barty’s bed. (He regrets that every time though, because for an entire week after, Barty insists on sleeping in the common room, even if the spider’s long gone by then). If he finds Pandora’s spider he’ll keep it for another day or two, playing and cuddling with it “What? I’d do the same if it were a cute lil kitten” “Well you see, it’s NOT a cute lil kitten … IT’S A MONSTER FROM HELL!”

#loonsmoons #headcanon #marauders #slytherin skittles #i'm very much a Remus ofc #i was completely fine when i found it #obviously :)#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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catindabag · 4 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (65)

*How to ruin a solemn event* Read [this] first.

Prof.Sickle: Why can’t my children just act normal for one day?!😭

Felix: Professor-

Prof.Sickle: Am I cursed?! Is that too much to ask?! Did I do something wrong to deserve this?! Should I just quit my job and become a freelance actress?!

Felix: Professor, please-

Prof.Sickle: Just leave me alone!

Felix: Can I have your lamb stew-

Prof.Sickle: F*ck the lamb stew!

Coryo: *is still sitting on Sejanus Plinth’s lap* Can I have another plate? I’m still hungry.

Sejanus: Hey, Heavensbee!

Hilarius: What?

Sejanus: Get my dear darling another plate for me.

Hilarius: Is that an order?

Sejanus: Duh.

Hilarius: You can’t just order me around like some peasant, Plinth-

Sejanus: 20 bucks.

Hilarius: I- I’ll go get that plate for you, Mr. Plinth!

Coryo: *whispers to Sejanus* I love it when you do that, Babe.

Sejanus: Anything for you, my love! Anything for you!😍

Coryo: Do you want a kiss?

Sejanus: Yes! Yes, please! I would like one or two or three or more-

Clemensia: Not on Reaping Day, you idiots!

Sejanus: But I want a kiss from my darling Coryo!😫

Coryo: I also want a kiss-

Clemensia: Then you can kiss, make out, and f*ck inside Highbottom’s broom closet later!

Sejanus: But-

Clemensia: After today’s program!

Coryo: Clemmie-

Clemensia: Far away from me!

Festus: *is still sitting on Persephone’s lap* Percy Baby, do you want me to get you another plate too?

Persephone: Did you find my missing Maid Stew?🥺

Festus: I- I’ll find your missing stew later.

Persephone: Thank you, Baby. You’re the best!

Arachne: Lol. Good luck finding a willing maid, you two.

Persephone: You better watch out, Crane. You better watch out!

Arachne: What? Are you gonna eat me too, loser?

Persephone: You better lock your doors, Crane! You better lock your weak ass doors tonight!

Arachne: Are you gonna cry to dear old mommy, Percy?

Festus: Arachne, you’re the worst! Stop bullying my Percy Price before she summons her werewolf wannabe father on you again!

Arachne: You think I’m afraid of fighting some crazy old man wearing a fursuit?!

Festus: Nero is a werewolf wannabe, you uncultured swine!

Arachne: I freaking bought silver bullets, you idiot!

Festus: Your silver bullets are sh*t! You can’t even fire a pistol!

Arachne: My stupid brother will shoot him for me!

Festus: Your stupid brother is a coward! He’s not even the favorite!

Coryo: *randomly joins the conversation* But why isn’t Aeneas Crane the favorite?

Felix: *also joins the conversation* Isn’t Aeneas smarter and more accomplished than you, Arachne?

Arachne: True. But my parents only wanted a beautiful daughter to spoil and love forever. So here we are.☺️

Coryo: So you’re saying that your borderline abusive parents just straight up hate poor Aeneas for not being born like you?

Arachne: Yup! That’s why my loser older brother sleeps inside my mommy’s tiny doghouse-

Coryo: Come again?

Arachne: He sleeps inside a tiny doghouse, Snow. A tiny tiny ugly doghouse.

Coryo: Then where do you sleep?

Arachne: I sleep in a luxurious spacious pink and gold bedroom with two king size beds.☺️

Coryo: What the actual duck and buck, Crane!

Arachne: I also have my own cozy looking bathroom and a huge gold encrusted walk-in closet.

Coryo: That’s child abuse!

Arachne: Aeneas doesn’t mind. He was “trained” by my parents to love his tiny doghouse.

Felix: That’s so cruel! Your parents are evil! My Gran Gran’s Bichon Frisé puppies don’t even sleep in a doghouse. They sleep like royalty!😭

Persephone: And I genuinely thought that Dr. Gaul was the only heartless monster I know.

Coryo: Now I feel sorry for that poor down-to-earth guy.

Felix: Me too.😔

Coryo: Even Creed’s freaky pet rats have better living conditions.

Festus: True. My precious dumpster is more cozy and spacious.

Arachne: Don’t be sorry. It’s not like our government will step in and arrest my parents for favoring me over my brother.

Festus: That’s also true. My crazy mama wasn’t even questioned or arrested for abandoning me and my father at the height of the war.

Felix: And this is why we all have irreversible war traumas.😞

Coryo: Sorrows and prayers.

Festus: His odds are sh*t.

Felix: So be it.

Dr.Gaul: Ugh. Why can’t I just put all of them in the Hunger Games and be done with it?😑

Drunk!Casca: *is waving across the hall* Yo, when is my introduction?!

Dr.Gaul: Ugh. I forgot about him. Um- I am honored to introduce to you the creator of the Hunger Games themselves, Dean Casca Highbottom-

Drunk!Casca: Finally! I have been waiting here for hours listening to my students talk sh*t about how ugly Creed’s sunflower suit really is!

Festus: That’s fake news! My sunflower suit is beautiful! It glows in the dark!

Drunk!Casca: It’s ugly! End of story.

Festus: Why you-

Drunk!Casca: *ignores Creed* I have summoned you all here today for the 10th annual Reaping Ceremony-

Persephone: The games are an annual thing?!

Androcles: Lol. I thought they’re only held every 4 years-

Urban: And I’m starting to believe that Anderson lives under a rock-

Androcles: I was just kidding, Ban Ban.

Urban: Don’t call me that.

Androcles: Turban then?

Urban: I hate you.

Androcles: It’s an honor-

Drunk!Casca: Be quiet! I’m still talking!

Androcles: Don’t shout. I’m baby.

Drunk!Casca: No. I’m baby! Isn’t that right, my Crassus?🥺

Coryo: Why is Highbottom looking at me like that?

Androcles: I think that’s his best way of flirting-

Coryo: Ew. No. That’s illegal.

Sejanus: Well, I better put him on my hit list.

Coryo: Thanks.

Drunk!Casca: Crassus, honey-

Dr.Gaul: Casca, focus!

Drunk!Casca: Fine! Um- In which we choose 2 children from each District to throw into the Capitol Arena to fight to the death in the Hunger Games-

Juno: Ew. Whose bright idea was that?

Drunk!Casca: I know right! My darling Crassus and I just wanted a little singing contest! Not a killing contest! But crazy Dr. Gaul changed our beautiful thesis paper-

Dr.Gaul: Casca, do shut up.

Drunk!Casca: I just wanted to sing ✨Snow On The Beach✨ with my darling Crassus, you monster!

Dr.Gaul: Crassus is dead!

Drunk!Casca: No, he’s not! My precious Snow Bae is literally sitting on stupid Plinth’s lap right now!

Dr.Gaul: That’s Coriolanus-

Drunk!Casca: That’s my gorgeous husband!

Sejanus: Coryo is mine!

Drunk!Casca: He was mine first, you boyfriend stealer!

Sejanus: He was mine since we were in grade school!

Drunk!Casca: I was my Snow Angel’s first kiss and first fu-

Clemensia: *suddenly stands up* Will you guys shut up?! This is the Reaping Ceremony! This is a solemn event! There are a lot of students watching us! Heck! All of Panem is watching us right now!

Sejanus:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Drunk!Casca: Crassus Snow lost his precious virginity to me-

Coryo: What the f*ck-

Sejanus: That’s kinda hot.

Dr.Gaul: I didn’t expect that.

Drunk!Casca: Just saying.

Strabo: *at the back* Who the f*ck cares, Cassy! My Crassus always said that I was better in bed!

Coryo: I will ignore that.

Drunk!Casca: Go away, you loser!

Strabo: You’re the loser!

Hilarius: *enters the scene with a plate* Yo, what did I miss?😀

Clemensia: I’m going home.

Urban: You can’t-

Clemensia: I’m going home!

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