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javierpinme · 3 years

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The Catalyst

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: sexual tension, mention of Cara Dune is its own warning

Rating: T

Summary: You don't know why you thought you could make it one day without fighting with Mando. The tension has been building for a while and it looks like you're about to reach the conclusion of it.

A/N: I originally sent this in as a thot as an anon hoping I would finally stop thinking about it, but alas I couldn’t so here we are. I originally uploaded this on AO3 a week ago and realized that I never put it on here.

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The cheers of the villagers are a complete contrast to the earlier events filled with screams, flesh tearing, and blasters firing. The threat of the raiders is over. Mando and you have made it out alive with zero casualties. The only acknowledgement between the two of you after Cara and him solved the problem of the AT-ST is a stiff nod. Anything more than that would reveal your hidden feelings; you're not ready to unpack that one just yet. The adrenaline of the ordeal is shifting into a state of exhaustion. The familiar ache seeping into your joints and muscles that usually follows post-battle.

Mando is tired too. You can see it in the way he slumps his shoulders and his slower than normal strides with Cara. You walk to your temporary living situation and don't even bother to remove your clothes that more than likely have blood on it. You'll deal with your dirty sheets in the morning. You sit down on the edge of your cot and your boots are mocking you. Why did you have to pick shoe wear that involves you bending to untie them? Your muscles are screaming at you to relieve the tension building. There aren't that many comforts in the galaxy, but even the cot felt like a 5 star hotel bed when you feel like this. Mando comes into the hut shortly after though he never removes his armor. You respect his creed, but there wasn't a threat anymore. It can't be comfortable sleeping like that, but telling him would make it seem like you care. You don't, of course.

You don't usually feel the need to fill the silence, but you find yourself filling it. Goodnight. There's a pause from the other side of the hut and your mind starts running that you crossed an unspoken invisible line that the two of you created. Then you hear it. Goodnight.

There's warmth from the sun rays spilling onto your features when the sun starts to rise. You can see children running around off in the distance and you can't help the smile forming on your face hearing their laughter. They more than likely haven't known peace since the raiders started their wrath. It felt good to have played a role in that.

The stretch you do lying in the cot feels wonderful on your back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mando in a similar state of relaxation. His hands are folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. He must have noticed you were awake, because he immediately breaks the moment by leaving. Does he ever stay still? You can't help the drawn out sigh that falls from your lips and close your eyes to take in the sounds surrounding you.

The sound of heavy footsteps cause you to open your eyes along with the feeling of something being placed on your on the edge of your cot. Breakfast. He brought you breakfast. Good morning, thanks. Morning. He says with a grunt at your appreciation of bringing you food. You lift yourself up with a groan to a seated position and enjoy the moment. It was too quiet.

You’re not even sure how you got here. The reason for your argument in the first place was drowned out by your inner need for dominance. You were at a slight disadvantage due to the towering presence of beskar, but what you did have going for you was your stubbornness and smart retort to his intimidation tactics. You’re both vibrating with unresolved tension with no chance of release; nothing to redirect what you’re feeling so resorting to your usual vices which is screaming at each other.

It wasn’t always like this. You used to make him laugh underneath that tin can sometimes. Sometime between being just a crew member to whatever it was that was beginning to develop between the two of you that was when the fights started. It was easier than dealing with the latter. The galaxy was too harsh for allowing anyone to feel love without anguish following closely behind. The only communication you seemed to agree on was silence, yelling, and sarcasm. It was easier that way.

You’re in Sorgan and it’s pouring outside. He’s trying to get you to go inside, but you’re so damn stubborn you refuse just out of spite. It doesn’t even matter that your clothes are soaked causing your body’s response to the freezing temperature. He can probably hear your teeth chattering from where he’s standing. The thunder and lightning isn’t helping. It adds another layer of the already volatile situation you’ve both found yourselves in. Why is it so fucking cold?

Dammit you’ll get sick. You’re not useful to me if you’re bedridden.

That’s it. That’s the catalyst. You're not sure if he can even see the glare you're giving him in the darkness, but you hope he does. You can’t stand to be in the same room with him anymore. Even just the thought of hearing him breathe at this point is a nuisance. It’s almost too much. It will kill you, you’re sure of it. I’m bunking with Cara. He’s lost his patience. You can tell from the heaving of his chest, but you can’t find it in you to care. You don’t need to see his face to know there is a scowl under there. You’re surprised you can’t see smoke coming out of that helmet. Why isn’t he saying anything? His body is so rigid and tense. You might have gone too far this t-

What are you doing?!

He’s thrown you over his shoulders to carry you back to the hut you share. It’s like you don’t even weigh anything even with the extra weight your soaked clothes add. You would be impressed with his strength if you weren’t supposed to pretend how much you hated it so you thrash your legs in protest. You liked the screaming better. Now you feel like he’s treating you like a petulant child by giving you the silent treatment. He’s trying to make you look like the one with the temper tantrum because there might be witnesses. You’d be surprised if you didn’t wake up the whole village. He can probably feel how freezing you are and puts you down. Without saying another word he kneels down in front of the fireplace to create warmth in the room. The only sounds filling the room are the crackle of the fire and your own shallow breaths.

Your clothes. Take it off or I will.

You know you can’t keep your clothes on. You know you need to change into something dry, but you refuse again just to establish you’re the one in control. You’re in control. Not him. Realistically you’re aware you could get sick and you would probably need to stay in bed. Then you briefly wonder if he has a filter in that helmet because you’d definitely sneeze in his face if he didn’t. How can you change when he’s made no move to even turn around?

It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.

What?

You had argued about god knows what and you left to blow off steam the day before. By the time you made it back the hue in the hut changed from that orange soft glow that golden hour usually brings to a soft blue. It would have been pretty if you weren’t so damn annoyed still. Mando was asleep thankfully so no awkward dance of trying to ignore the other in close quarters. You watched the soft rise and fall of his chest signaling he was indeed asleep. He was almost tolerable when he was sleeping even with the snoring. Almost cute. Almost. It didn’t matter that you never saw what was under the helmet, but you would never give him any indication of that. You were so tired. You were physically drained from the day so you took off your clothes haphazardly and changed into a nightshirt to sleep your frustrations away. Tomorrow will be better.

You were awake the whole time and didn’t say anything? You seethed.

You seemed to be having trouble and I didn’t want to hear your complaining when you inevitably tripped.

He’s challenging you. You’re both very well aware the dam could break based on your next move and he’s not going to lay out all his cards. Would the fighting even stop? Even with the resolve of all your combined tension? You’re taking too long and he’s staring. It’s hard to tell when all you see is a black abyss in place for eyes, but you can feel them boring into yours with loathing or is it desire?

You’re going to get sick if you don’t change.

He cares, but he would never give you any indication of that. He takes a step towards you to let you know he wasn’t lying about his earlier statement. If you’re going to do this you’re going to make a fuss about it. It’s childish, yes, but you don’t have it in you to care. It’s better than laying out all your cards. He can’t enjoy this if you’re glaring at him. I hate you. No, you don’t.

Never losing eye contact you start untying your boots. Glare. The cool air is doing nothing to calm your heated skin after your shirt is removed, but you can’t decide if the temperature is rising from anger or something else. Don’t enjoy this. Too late. The rain is still roaring outside and there’s almost an electric charge in the room waiting to spark. It’s too quiet. Then he says,

Glare all you want but this is doing something for me.

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dokoni-mo · 3 years

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Nights Like These || All for One x F!Reader

Summary: You were his favorite.

SFW // not fluff but not angst

Word Count: 2802

WARNINGS: obsessive behavior, toxic behavior/mindsets, manipulation, possessive behavior, all for one is evil as usual, fear tactics, some sensual touching, kisses, mentions of death if you squint, swearing, age gap relationship of you squint, but reader is depicted to be in their late 20s, also the fact I also didn't proofread this one lmao (pls forgive me I was working on this at like 3 am).

A/N: This takes place before AFO became the potato man. This is my take on how he would be like in a "relationship". If you want some PRIME AFO content, however, AND ARE THE AGE OF 18 OR OVER, go check out @nonobadcat 's story A Hypnotic Nightmare. It's one of my favs atm (also, badcat, if you're reading this, i haven't forgotten about the fanart! i've just had a lot on my plate bc of the end of school. im terribly sorry if it seemed like i left you hanging).

You hated armored black vans.

Ever since meeting him you knew exactly what they meant.

They would come to you when you least expected it, and often when you really didn't want them to. You could be anywhere in the world, and one would always find a way to roll up next to you. If you tried to outwalk them, they would just drive faster. If you pretended to ignore them, they would cut you off in your tracks.

Persistent little shits.

Just like him.

This time, it was late into the night when one rolled up next to you. You hadn't seen one in some days beforehand, and was relishing in that fact when the dread-vehicle rumbled up next to you. You had just gotten done doing some late-night grocery shopping for yourself, looking decent but in no way perfect. Sighing through your nose, you gave the tinted windows of the van the glare of your life, trying in vain attempt to get it to just piss off.

Even though that tactic never worked before, it would never stop you from trying.

The van pulled up to the curb next to you and slowed to a stop. Seeing as there was no way you could run or try to ignore it now, you stopped in your tracks, clenching your plastic grocery bags tighter. A moment later, the van rolled it's driver's side window down, revealing the driver to you. You didn't recognize this one; it wasn't one in his normal rotation.

You wondered if he killed one of the other ones, and this one was the replacement.

Looking into the eyes of the driver, you shot him another glare, your face morphing into a frown. This didn't seem to phase the man, however, since he just stared back at you with a blank expression.

You knew you weren't that threatening, but, come on. At least show something.

"What is it?" you questioned the man, your voice firm and serious. Although you already knew the answer to that, you prayed to whoever was listening that it would be a different answer this time.

"He wants to see you."

No dice.

You let out another sigh through your nose, this time more frustrated and annoyed than the last one.

"I just saw him the other day," you tried to bargain, "and I have ice cream in here. Can it wait until tomorrow?"

The driver shook his head, "Sorry, miss. He wants you now."

Your face assumed a deeper frown. It wasn't often that these drivers made it known to you how persistent he was being in seeing you. This made a lump form in the bottom of your stomach. What did he want this time? Another date? Quality time? Or just to remind you of who you belonged to?

You hoped it was one of the former two.

Looking from side to side nervously, you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking again, "Can I at least put my groceries in my apartment first?"

The driver shook his head, "We can get someone to do it for you, miss. But we need to leave. Now."

Damn, this driver really meant business.

Finally admitting defeat, you slowly took a few steps towards the van, watching as the large, jet-black doors rolled itself open for you. Leaning down, you set your bags on the clean, vacuumed floor of the van, ducking down and pushing yourself inside next. The driver watched you in the rear-view mirror, making sure that you sat down and buckled your seatbelt. Once you were safe in the backseat, he shut the door to the van and pulled out into the street again, driving noticeably careful.

A soft sense of dread washing over you, you leaned up against the van door and planted your elbow on the armrest, resting your chin in your palm. Not feeling up for friendly chat with the man driving you, you fixated your gaze out the window, watching as the neon lights of Japan rushed by you.

You wondered which location you would be at today.

He seemed to have spots everywhere across the world.

You hoped it was the Tokyo one. That one had your favorite food and view.

Hugging yourself closer to the door, you tried to ignore the dread winding up in your stomach. You tried your best to just focus on how pretty the lights looked at night, but couldn't help but have your mind linger back to the racing thoughts that plagued your head.

You wished your friend had never introduced you to his stupid fucking cult. He would deny over and over that it was a cult, but it was a cult. You had been quirkless for so long, and content being so all your life. But, when your friend told you about the man she met that could give you your very own quirk, you would be lying if you said you weren't intrigued.

Biggest mistake of your entire fucking life.

Alas to you, the driver didn't take you to the Tokyo location. It ended up being the Osaka location. You felt rather disappointed by this.

The driver was at least nice enough to help you out of the car and escort you into the hands of your body guards for the night. The guards quickly surrounded you, almost suffocating you by how close they were. After relaying the message that you had arrived, the guards practically drug you into the tall, looming building.

You wondered when the next time you could go outside would be.

Going through the doors, you were greeted with the familiar sight of clean, shiny marble floors, your feet clacking against them as they always did. Everything about the building was ornate but simple, reminding you of some fancy hotel.

It was so fucking obnoxious.

Only one dude and occasionally yourself lived here. And not even full time.

It make you frown.

Eventually, the guards and yourself made your way to the elevators. When one eventually came down (it didn't take long because you were most likely some of the only people in the building), all of you packed in the elevator like a fucking clown car. You were shoulder-to-shoulder with the much taller guards, suffocating on their cologne.

The dead silence in the elevator made you wanna puke.

The guards left you once you were at the door.

You were now all alone in the hallway, the tall, dark, looming door before you. Your fingertips were trembling, yet you didn't know if it was out of fear or anticipation.

He probably already knew you were here. Why did you even have to go through this step? Just for his sick kicks?

Most likely.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths in and out of your nose. You had to give yourself a pep talk before you could lift up your hand, curling your knuckles to knock on the door.

You stopped before you could knock even once. If there was any time to run, this is it. If you could just-

No. It's impossible.

God how you knew it was impossible.

No matter where you went, no matter what you did, he seemed to always know.

You've seen him angry before. It ran shivers down your spine and made you contemplate whether or not there was an afterlife or not.

You didn't want to know how he was like when he was pissed off. Especially if it was directed towards you.

And, you knew, trying to get away from him was a sure as fuck way to royally piss him off.

Taking in one last deep breath, you put on your brave face and knocked on the door, feeling your dread become almost overwhelming in your gut.

You wet your lips before you spoke.

"It's me."

...

Silence.

Your head perked up at the nothingness that greeted you back. Was he not here anymore? Did he leave for a different place without telling you?

You opened your mouth to say something again, but quickly shut it again.

Could you... leave? Go home?

This was definitely a first.

As soon as your excitement welled up, however, you were quickly shot down again from the deep voice behind the door.

"Come in."

Fuck.

Squaring your shoulders and putting on your bravest face, you gingerly opened the door and stepped through, leaning your back against the wood as you shut it again.

Why did you do this to yourself? So willingly walk into the lion's den?

It didn't take you long to remember.

Fear.

Looking inside the room, the lighting was moody to say the least. Barely anything was turned on, and it was so deafeningly quiet, sans the sounds of the city below and the hum of the AC.

Scanning the room with your eyes, you felt your stomach do a flip when you landed on the man of the hour.

The man who had taken over your life for the past three years.

Him.

Shigaraki. Or, as he was known by everyone who wasn't you, All for One.

Probably the most feared man in Japan. Hell, the world even.

Christ on a fucking bike.

He was seated on the couch that faced the door, his usual sly smirk on his face. One of his legs was crossed over the other, and he seemed to had shed his black coat long ago. His crimson eyes bore right into the very fiber of your being, right into your very soul. His presence was so fucking overwhelming it made you feel like you couldn't breathe. The amount of power that dripped off that man was uncanny.

It always made you wonder what he wanted with quirkless little you.

Unable to maintain eye contact with him for any longer, you dropped your gaze to the floor, your back still pressed against the door. Even though you couldn't see him anymore, you could feel his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

You prayed that this night went by quickly.

"You're late, little one." He said to you, making your shoulders tense up.

"I..." you began, your nervousness painfully obvious as you brushed your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."

All for One let out a hum, and you could practically fucking feel his smirk grow bigger from across the room.

You wondered if he knew that you were only half telling the truth, or if he was just that delusional.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Come into the light, darling. Let me get a good look at you."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitated for a brief second, your fingertips twitching against the wood of the door. Seeing no possible way out, you decided it was best to just do what he said. Pushing yourself off the door, you took small, timid steps into the light, keeping your gaze down on the floor. Awkwardly trying to figure out what you should do with your hands, you decided on clasping them in front of you, picking at the skin around your nails.

You could really feel his eyes on you now.

He looked you over for what felt like an eternity before he said something else, making your eyes flicker back up to him.

"There's no need to be shy, my dear," he said, sensing how nervous you were, "There's nothing to be concerned about. You know I would never harm you."

You wanted to snort out a laugh, but decided against it. Yes, he had never hurt you before, but you doubted it was out of his realm of capability.

Not knowing what to respond with, you simply just nodded, turning your attention back to your hands.

Shigaraki continued to stare at you for a good long while, his red eyes lingering on your cute face and nervous eyes.

Fucking hell you were just too adorable.

After a good second, All for One lifted up his hand, making you look up at him. He was holding his palm out to you, his usual smirk on his face.

"Come here." He said.

Shit, he was getting serious tonight.

Your cheeks tinting a faint pink, you forced your feet to raise up and make you walk across the room. Once you were close enough, you put your hand into his, watching it as it was nearly swallowed by the sheer size of his palm. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slipped yourself in between his long, thick legs and sat back into his lap. Your side was nuzzled into the crook of his armpit, his strong arm wrapping itself around your waist to keep you in place. Just like he liked, you rested your head against All for One's shoulder, gently lying your hands across his broad chest. This seemed to please him greatly, since he put his other hand on your lower thigh, gently rubbing circles into the side of your knee with his thumb.

You must really be fucking insane.

Gently, Shigaraki pressed a gentle kiss into your hair, mumbling out a quiet good girl in the process.

You couldn't stop the pink dust from spreading across your cheeks.

"How was your day today, darling?" He asked you, the rumble of his voice in his chest loud in your ears.

You hummed before speaking.

"It was okay..." you said, feeling the hand on your side gently stroking up and down.

"You had a lot to do, didn't you?" He asked, making you glance up at him.

Of course he fucking knew about your goddamned errands and job.

"Yeah..." you said, "I was expecting to go back home and chill the rest of the night, but..."

Shigaraki let out a chuckle at this. You didn't have to finish your thought for him to know what you meant.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little one." He said, pressing another kiss to your temple, "I know you must be tired."

You nodded in response, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"I just couldn't bear another second without you, darling." He continued, tracing circles on your thigh this his pointer and middle finger, "I just had to have my special girl with me tonight."

You shifted your weight in his lap, looking up at him, "Did something happen?"

Shigaraki chuckled at this, reaching up and brushing the hair out of your face, "Let's just say I had some... family issues tonight, my dear."

Family?

Shigaraki had family?

This was definitely a first.

You couldn't help but to be nosy.

"Family?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, my sweet girl." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You never told me you had family." You pressed, not wanting to let the subject go.

"You never needed to know, small one. Besides, it would be too dangerous for you to meet them anyhow."

"Dangerous?"

"There's a possibly they would try to take you from me."

"I highly doubt you would let that happen."

He chuckled, "As clever as always, my darling."

"What are their names?"

"Let's move on from his, my love."

"But I-"

"Are you hungry, dear? I can have someone fetch you something."

"Shigaraki, I just-"

"I said no."

A shiver went down your spine and you were quick to shut your mouth. You knew what that tone meant. It meant shut up or you get a punishment.

You always just chose to shut up.

Seemingly pleased at your compliance, Shigaraki assumed his usual smirk again and planted a kiss on your cheek, rubbing more small circles into your side.

"Have I told you how radiant you look tonight, my dear?" He asked you.

Not feeling in the mood to talk anymore, you just shook your head no.

"You always look gorgeous to me, my dear. Every single piece of you."

Pulling you closer to his chest, he lifted up your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"My special girl. My favorite."

Closing the distance between the two of you, All for One pressed his lips to yours, stealing your breath away. His kisses were always just like him: strong, confident, and dominating.

Kissing Shigaraki always filled you with a whirling of emotions. Perhaps it was because you were tired that night, or perhaps it was because of the air, but you allowed yourself to fully enjoy his kiss. The feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of how small he made you feel, the feeling of his power radiating off his skin...

He always had this affect on you. When you were apart from him, you found it hard to love him.

But, when you were together...

you found it hard to stop.

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atlas-of-the-universe · 3 years

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Home (Sequel to Vision’s Powers)

Estimated Reading Time: 18 minutes

Word Count: 4,912

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There was actually a lot that could have gone better in the situation you were in. You could have moved your feet a little quicker or maybe steadied your breathing so help your balance; but to your dismay, it proved useless. While Bucky swung unimaginably hard fists at the punching bag a few feet away from you, Natasha took you by surprise once again, knocking you off of your feet and onto the mat with a hardy slap. Your back hit the floor and sent a wave of discomfort through you. You were sweaty, thirsty, and worst of all, you were getting frustrated with the work that you were doing. Once again, you and Natasha had decided to stay late to practice your training. The consistent thwacks to the poor punching bad to the left of you echoed in the room. Bucky was barely breaking a sweat.

When your head hit the mat again, you let out a hardy groan and turned your head upwards to face Natasha. She had a light gleam of sweat around her face, but she still looked stunning. The black t-shirt she was wearing clung to her skin and her grey shorts dangled from her hips. Had it been any other situation, you may have been able to admire how she looked and how effortlessly she landed her punches and attacks. Alas, your line of sight was blurred from your eyelashes catching your sweat. It may have been a signal to stop, but your determination was a force to be reckoned with. You knew that Nat was able to see that, so you also knew she was just pushing as hard as you were willing to go. Even so, a break wouldn’t have killed you.

“Always keep your eyes on your opponent,” Nat stated. “Never look away.” Nat offered you her hand to get up and you took it. As she pulled you off the ground, you grimaced at a new pain in your lower back and groaned standing up. She dusted you off and gave you a once over before nodding. “You okay?”

You nodded and reached around to hold the lower portion of your back. “Yeah, I think I probably pulled something. I’ll be fine, but do you think we can take a but of a break for now? I should probably put some ice on this so I can be better by tomorrow.”

Natasha’s eyes furrowed and she gestured to your back. “Do you want me to take a look?” She asked. She looked concerned.

“If you could, I’d appreciate it,” You said and turned your back to her.

Nat gingerly took ahold of the back of your shirt and lifted it up. It was a little nerve-wracking, feeling her small movements, especially facing away from her. Even so, you had been through the same situation a week prior to this with Vision. Perhaps you were getting more comfortable being the newest Avenger, and the team was finally beginning to see you as an equal. With that thought in mind, you made a note of the fact that Natasha had offered to do this herself; you didn’t even really have to ask. That must show some amount of trust if she’s checking you for injuries. She placed a palm on the small of your back and pushed lightly. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel comfortable. Your breathing hitched and you controlled a sigh.

“Does that hurt?” She asked.

You shook your head and chuckled. “It doesn’t feel great.”

She hummed a bit and placed her hand on your side. It was a shocking feeling at first, and if you were honest, reminded you a little too much of the Vision situation that unfolded last week. She pushed her hand into your side and her fingers curled a bit. Of course you didn’t mean to, but you jumped and let out a surprised noise.

“Sorry,” Natasha said. “Just had to see for myself.”

She must have been talking about your pain, right? You smiled and pulled down your shirt, turning to face her. She had a small smirk on her lips, but she looked more curious than devious. “See my pain?” You joked, trying to feign some sort of innocence in hope that she hadn’t figured out your little weakness. “That’s a bit sadistic of you, Nat.”

You heard Bucky chuckle to the left of you. He never missed a beat with his punches, so you decided to stay about fifteen feet out of range of the wildly swinging punching bag. Nat glanced over at him but redirected her attention to you. “Tony mentioned yesterday at the monthly debrief that you and Vision had worked on an experiment together,” She said. “Remind me to tell Tony that it’s time to include you in those meetings. It’s only fair.”

Your heart dropped. You had known that of anyone, Tony would have been the one to tell. He was just that petty. To be honest, the fear of them finding out had slipped your mind until now. You knew that Vision knew (obviously) and so did Tony, but when you asked Tony not to tell, it would have been hard enough to keep that a secret for him. Tony loved to have his fun at the tower, especially if there wasn’t some world-wide-threatening catastrophe in place. However, with a “weakness” of the sort, you felt as though you couldn’t afford to have the rest of the Avengers know about something as childish as that. Even so, you noticed that Natasha didn’t say anything. There was still a chance that, maybe, by the grace of the Gods, just maybe he hadn’t told them. You made sure not to keep that hope to close to you. It was unlikely.

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah, they needed help,” You said. It was inconspicuous enough.

Nat chuckled and wiped off dust from the sides of your arms before giving you a look-over. Besides your hunched stance because of the discomfort in your back, you looked fine. Sweaty, but fine. “Don’t worry about it too much. Everyone has something that can knock them back a few pegs,” Natasha teased. She winked at you and folded her arms. You felt your heart sink once again. Guess Tony told them after all. “Besides, it’s cute. Actually, if we wanted to use it during your training to help you build up a tolerance to it, we could.”

Of course, Nat was all business and little play. Her and you had a very close bond and you knew that she wasn’t someone to push past a friend’s comfort-zone. You appreciated it but chuckled nonetheless and shook your head. “So, I guess everyone knows at this point?” You asked.

“Yeah,” She said chuckling. “Pretty much.”

Shit.

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After your training with Natasha, you decided to go back to your room to hopefully shower and relax. Your arms and legs were sticky with dried sweat, and you felt completely exhausted. As much as you loved working with Nat, you knew that she tended to push you to your limit. It was necessary, but it still left you feeling drained.

You threw your bag of equipment to the side of your bed and collapsed into your sheets. You planned to stay there for a few minutes before going to shower; if you spent any more time on your feet, you were sure that you’d probably end up falling in the shower. That is certainly the last thing you needed now that your secret was out to the rest of the team. Fucking Tony. You groaned at the thought and rolled over to face the ceiling of your room with your arm draped over your eyes. Okay, so they know your secret. Now what? You stumbled through possible reactions and encounters that could take place because of it. You didn’t think they’d kick you off the team because of it, but it was still embarrassing and, to you, felt a little unbecoming of a superhero. Were you considered a super-hero at this point? Were superheroes ticklish? You chuckled at the thought and tried to imagine the big and mighty Thor rolling on the floor laughing with glee. It was a little ridiculous, but it made you giggle.

About an hour had passed since you had gotten to your room. You finally managed to get up and take a shower and resumed your original position of lying on your bed with your phone in your hand. To be honest, you had started to get hungry and remembered that you hadn’t eaten since lunch. Probably not the best course of action. You glanced at the time and grimaced: 8:27. It wouldn’t be too late to have dinner, but Natasha always advised you against eating after 8. It always made training less bearable. However, since your blood sugar was getting low, you stood up from your bed, your muscles still exhausted. It took just about everything in you to open your door and walk to the kitchen.

The last thing you had expected was to see Vision and Wanda in the kitchen together, Wanda cooking in a large saucepan. From where you stood, it looked like she was making some sort of fried rice, and a ton of it too. You took a step into the room and smiled at Wanda, who in turned smiled at you. The kitchen was brimming with the smell of fresh cooked onions and garlic and plumes of pillowy steam wafted up from the food. “Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda spoke. “Can you do me a quick favor and hand me that bowl of peppers?” You nodded, but before you were able to take it, she made a small noise which sounded surprised. “Actually, never mind,” She said. She had a smile on her face and with her powers, the small bowl of chopped green peppers floated towards her and finally spilled over into the sauce pan. “I forget I can do that sometimes.”

You chuckled. “Anything that I can help with?”

Vision at the opposite end of the island in the middle of the kitchen smiled and waved at you, “Hello (Y/N).”

“Hey, Vis,” You responded and waved.

“Listen, I’m sorry about Mr. Stark. I did my best to dissuade him from telling anyone. I didn’t expect him to say anything at our conference. I hope you can forgive me.”

You appreciated Vision’s apology. To be fair, it wasn’t even Vision’s fault, it was Tony’s. That being said, you weren’t mad at Tony either, nor were you at Vision. “Don’t worry about it,” You said, waving off his apology. “What are you guys doing in here? It’s a bit late to be making dinner.”

“We can ask you the same question!” A voice that you immediately recognized as Steve said from the couches in the corner of the room. You glanced over to see Steve, Natasha, Tony, Sam, Peter, and Thor pressed up against the couches, the light of the television screen lighting up all of their faces with a dim blue light that was ever shifting. “We were waiting on you,” Steve said, resting his arm on the back of the couch.

You smiled but became suddenly aware of your presence in the room compared to all of them. You felt meek and a bit shy suddenly. You opted to take a stool at the kitchen island rather than try to find a seat for yourself in the middle of everyone. “I’m surprised that Bucky isn’t here. Is he okay?” You asked, looking to Natasha for an answer. Just an hour ago or so, he had been with you both in the training room, knocking the hell out of those poor punching bags. “Should I go try to find him?”

“Don’t worry about it,” A voice said from behind you while a hand placed itself on your head, messing your hair around. You spun on the stool to see Bucky’s smiling face. “Glad to know that someone missed me,” He said. You felt good for a bit, knowing that you made him feel good. His black leather jacket stretched around his body and creaked with all of his movements. Maybe he had gone out for a drive or to go to the bar; it had become his main place to be since finding his own apartment. He put his hand down and looked at the rest of the group.

You turned away from Bucky to get a look at everyone else. They were all in casual clothing, a sight you normally would not have ever gotten to see. Under usual circumstances, everyone would be dressed in their “super-hero” attire, consisting of flashy colors, hard metal shields and weapons, and especially form fitted so everything went where it needed to and they wouldn’t have to worry about anything but the fighting. Seeing everyone in pajamas, sweats, and t-shirts certainly was not the first thing you expected to see. Even so, it felt homely and welcoming to see everyone relaxed. There were several bright red (courtesy of Tony, of course) leather couches and a dark wood table set in front of the three seater, and a few recliners in the same color sat in a large “U” shape around the flat screen television. You recalled the first day you arrived at the facility:

You had arrived hand in hand with Natasha who had been giving you a guide around the tower. Your past was not something that you were ready to discuss with anyone, all they had known is that you were found during a series of raids in Russia. Natasha had been assigned to work undercover for a terrorist organization. You were grateful, but to be honest, you weren’t necessarily ready to deal with your past either. Your raggedy clothes had been stripped away and replaced with a clean and ironed out t-shirt that Steve had offered you. You were in no position to say no, especially considering that your clothes were just about ready to fall off. After the tour and getting your first shower in weeks, Natasha had lead you to the room you were in now: the living room. You both sat there for hours, watching Disney movies and bad rom-coms while eating take-out. Natasha had been the first one there for you, and even helped you begin your training. She was the person you trusted the most, and every ounce of you was grateful.

Currently, Natasha was sat on the left side of the couch furthest from the television, Steve on the right side. On the other couch furthest to the back wall, Peter sat on the ottoman in front of Tony and Sam, while Thor sat comfortable in his own recliner. There were also three more recliners available, but you made a point in your head to save those for Bucky, Vision, and Wanda. But…where would you sit? I mean, you thought, I don’t mind sitting on the floor. The floor was completely clean, of course. It wouldn’t make for that much of an issue. However, scanning over the room again, you noticed a wide gap between Steve and Natasha. Natasha glanced at you and smiled, patting the open space with her hand. She gestured to come over to her with her head, and you gladly did so, making sure to be quiet and polite about sitting down. Honestly, it didn’t seem like anyone was paying much attention to the movie, whatever it was. Everyone was either chatting or on their phone. Maybe they had done this…for you? You had never seen them gather like this, and Steve did mention that they had been waiting on you. Even with that thought in mind, you pushed it off and stared straight at the television. There was a subtle fear in you over making eye contact with the others, so you kept your gaze away from the others faces.

Peter was too lost in a one-sided conversation with Thor to notice your presence in the room. You watched how his hands flailed when he was excitedly speaking and how he barely ever broke eye contact except to think. It was admirable, especially for someone his age in comparison to everyone around you. He seemed to be speaking about this new experiment that Vision, Tony and him had been working on, but something about it seemed a little too familiar. Something about his words made your ears perk up, until…

“Yeah!” Peter exclaimed, nodding eagerly. “I thought it would have been painful, it just tickled.”

You froze and looked at Tony, who was smirking. He shifted his gaze to you and bumped his eyebrows. In reaction, you immediately cast your gaze down to your knees and felt your face heat. You guessed that it had been possible that Tony did need more “test-subjects” rather than just yourself…but did he need to be so obvious about it?

“Oh, uh, that reminds me,” Tony said. Peter instantly hushed. “(Y/N), you worked on the experiment with us. Did you enjoy it?”

The fact that no one paid any attention to Peter’s indirect admission into being ticklish made you a little bit more comfortable, but it was still embarrassing. Your eyes darted to everyone in the room as they looked at you with soft smiles. You nodded and let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” you said. “It really wasn’t painful. Ah, pretty much just what Peter said.”

“Oh?” Tony said, jerking his head up. “Did it feel weird or anything?” Tony shook his head with each word he spoke with pursed lips.

You knew exactly what he was trying to do. You went through the list of scenarios that were in your head, mostly possible outcomes of different responses, but some were images of you being scorned, excluded, or mocked because of this little weakness of yours. You cleared your throat and nodded with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, same as Peter, really,” you said. Tony looked at your to further elaborate on your answer. “Just tickled.”

Next to Tony, Sam let out a rather loud groan and threw his head back onto the back of the couch. A pit immediately grew in your stomach; these were the kinds of reactions that you had been hoping to avoid. “Tony, leave the kid alone. She doesn’t need you being a creep on top of everything else.”

Tony put his hand to his chest in mock surprise. “Me?” He asked overzealously. “Come on, this place could use a little excitement.”

“She’s had enough excitement to last her a lifetime,” Natasha chimed in from next to you. You smiled at her, but she stared directly at Tony. “Plus, her skills in combat are getting impressive. I imagine she’d be able to take you on.”

Once again, the pit in your stomach grew and your heart rate spiked. There was no rhyme or reason why you would want to take on any one of these people in a fight. Natasha was the only person you had sparred with in the past few days, and thus, the only person you felt comfortable even beating in a fight. Your mouth spoke before your head was able to catch up, simply because of the panic. “No, no,” You said, your hands up in defense. “I don’t think I-”

“Sure you can!” Thor chimed in with a grin from his recliner (that he looked way too large for). “We’ve trained and battled warriors even smaller than you across the nine realms. Some of them put up a very good fight.” It was supposed to be a compliment, so you smiled at him in thanks.

“What do you think, (Y/N)?” Steve asked. You looked over to Bucky and watched his eyes dart between you, Steve, and Natasha. It was normal for Bucky, Steve, Nat and you to have lengthy conversations in the training room but truth be told, you had never participated in a larger group discussion with them. The feeling in the room felt devious, but you kept your cool and did you best to steel your face the way that Natasha had taught you. “Think you’d be able to take us in a fight?”

You smiled and gathered up the courage to be apart of the conversation, rather than the shy feelings that you displayed. “I think I’d rather fight next to you guys than against you.”

“Good answer,” Bucky said with a smile and patted your shoulder.

“Kiss ass,” Tony remarked. You chuckled but decided to ultimately ignore it.

Once the energy of the room had died down, you returned your gaze to see exactly what movie had been put on for you. Maybe if you had had time in the last few years to sit down and watch television, even just the commercials, you would have had an idea of what it could be. A large gymnasium filled to the brim with teenage girls was on screen, the camera focusing on a particular one who seemed nervous to be there. There wasn’t much point in asking what you were watching; no one was really paying much attention anyways. Peter went back to excitedly explaining his latest science project and how a test that he had coupling the project was coming up in a few days. He was confident, but a little on edge. He mentioned how studying would probably help him---

Your thoughts were cut off by a quick jab to both of your ribs, and your body flung backwards into the couch to guard yourself. A little giggle escaped your lips and your elbows flew to your sides. You looked behind you to see Bucky with a rather devious smirk as he leaned onto the headrest of the couch. You didn’t even notice him stand up, let alone get behind you.

“Had to test the waters,” he said, his smile not leaving his face. “Oops.”

“Lot worse than we thought, huh?” Steve said and smiled at you. You looked up at Bucky who was hovering directly over your face, barely even a foot away. Your stomach fluttered with nerves and you turned away to make sure he wouldn’t be able to see the blush on your cheeks. Before you could utter out a response to this not-so-sudden attack, you felt fingers on your side give a light squeeze. You squeaked, pushed further into the couch, and fell into a short burst of giggling before opening your eyes to see Steve’s hand inches from your torso. “Guess so!” He exclaimed, laughing.

There wasn’t really much time to be able to compose yourself between Bucky’s little attach and Steve’s. Soft giggles already flowed from your lips and your eyebrows furrowed up into a worried look. Your body smushed itself into the couch as far as you could possibly go and pinned your arms to your sides to prevent anymore attacks. With your hands in front of you, you attempted to steady your giggles, however, your words were interlaced with the subtle shake of mirth. “Wait, wait, wait, this isn’t a great idea—”

Peter turned to face you from his ottoman and laughed, giving your knee a squeeze which didn’t do anything to help your cause. If anything, it just made you jolt and your giggles get louder. He smiled at you with raised eyebrows. “I’m just glad I’m not on the receiving end of this,” He stated.

“Don’t get your hopes up, boy genius,” Tony said, standing up from his seat. “Just because we have a new victim doesn’t mean you don’t exist anymore.”

Peters face flushed but he chuckled. “Trust me,” he said. “I’m grateful.”

Between your nerves from having three people tickle you, it took you a second to register what Peter had just conversed about. Had something like this happened before? To be fair, it was easier to imagine Peter getting tickle-attacked here than anyone else. After all, he was still a bit childish. Granted, so were you so… that didn’t necessarily leave you in a good spot.

It was interesting though; when you had first heard of the Avengers, you saw them on television when you were younger. Watching them fight side by side against the Chitauri was inspiring, but this was years later. Of course, you never would have guessed that you would have been part of the team yourself. Let alone, you never would have guessed that the Avengers were actually quite playful.

The confusion slipped your mind as Bucky fluttered his fingers on the side of your neck, which automatically renewed your giggles. You scrunched up your shoulders and grabbed at his wrists, which ultimately did nothing. It was also a very strange sort of tickle, considering that one hand, or arm rather, was completely made of metal. He had cold (literally) and calculated movements, and his fingers fluttered up to the back of your ears. You squealed and held your hands up to your ears in a less than desperate attempt to stop the attack. Had it been another situation, a noise coming like that from an Avenger would have been embarrassing, but your mind was too busy focusing on the feeling.

“Bucky!” You shouted, dissolving further into your laughter, and sinking further in the couch.

Not slow enough for your mind to register what was happening, a new squeezing tickle sparked to life on your left side and you hunched over. You let out a small involuntary scream and hunched your body towards the left. You realized that Steve had taken it upon himself to help Bucky out, and really, you shouldn’t be surprised. The zapping sort of feeling in your sides and the light fluttering on your neck were almost too much to bear, and your laughter hitched. You debated on taking your hands away from your ears and neck, but that would only help Bucky. However, if you didn’t, then that would just give Steve more of an opening. Instead, your body took control, and slid down even further until your head was placed a few inches on Steve’s lap. You curled in on yourself as Steve moved his hand to your right side, which was now exposed. Bucky’s fingers switched to what he could get at in your position, which happened to be your ribs. You rolled onto your back in a feeble attempt to stop their fingers, but it only made them switch to your stomach. Once again, your laughter hitched. Deep belly laughs mixed with squeals echoed over the sound of the television. There were few thoughts bouncing around your head as you were tickled to pieces. Don’t kick Nat. Can everyone hear the movie over me? PLEASE don’t kick Nat. How long have they been going? How long are they planning this? Was anyone paying attention anymore? Guard yourself. If this was an enemy, you’d be screwed. Oh god, please don’t let Natasha use this in training. This is embarrassing. Who’s that laughing? Why is this…kind of fun?

“Guys, PLEHEHEASE!” You begged. You could hear a few scattered chuckles over your own laughter, but it was hard to focus on who they were coming from.

“Alright, alright,” Steve said, stopping his movements and resting his palm on your forehead. Bucky stopped as well. “I think she’s had enough for one day.”

You were grateful for the air that flooded its way into your lungs. You were panting, but scattered giggles escaped from your lips. To be honest, you didn’t care much about the fact that your head was resting on one of the founding members of the Avengers. If anything, he was the one who decided to tickle you, so he had to deal with the consequences that came with it. When you opened your eyes, the team around you were in giggle fits themselves. Bucky was still peering over at you from behind the couch, his arms hoisting him up on the back rest. He had a wide smile on his face. Scattered conversations here and there let you know that most of the attention was off of you at this point, which you were kind of grateful for. You pushed yourself off of Steve’s lap and playfully pushed Bucky’s head out of the way so you could sit up. He laughed and ruffled your hair, before finding his own recliner and sitting down. Steve let out a laugh and looked you up and down.

“You look like you just got out of training,” he said.

Grateful for the playfulness of his tone, you laughed at what he said. “I feel like it too.”

Next to you, Natasha poked you in the ribs. Your defenses automatically went up again before she placed her hand on your shoulder. It was her way of telling you that you could relax now. At least, that’s what she did during training. “Welcome to the real Avengers.”

“Real?” Sam said from his seat. “If I remember correctly, we’ve saved the world too many times to count. That’s real.”

“Lighten up, hotshot,” Tony spoke. “We can still be the Avengers without having a stick in our ass. Maybe you need the America dream team over there to teach you how to do that too.”

“You touch me and I’ll kill you,” Sam said with a smile on his face.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe this place was a lot more familial than you thought. And maybe, just maybe, you could find this place becoming a permanent home for you.

#Avengers x reader #Ticklish!Reader #tickle fic #avengers tickle fic #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #vision #sam wilson #tony stark #wanda maximoff

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The Art of War

Part 2

Note: Hello my lovely people. I was thinking about posting something Christmas related tomorrow but honestly I have no idea what to do. So here it is part two. I wish you a merry Christmas, happy Hanukah or whatever holiday you are celebrating I hope it goes great. I hope that the next year will be better than this one and I will see you in couple of days after I finish all the family reunions and whatnots. I love you all!!!

Pairing: Izana Kurokawa x female reader

Disclamer: This story is meant for the mature audience only. It contains some heavy teams like abuse, killing, aggression, consuming alcohol and cigarettes, swearing as well as sex. It is a bit of a slow burn regarding the smut but you still shouldn’t read it if you are under 18. Because I can’t stop the minors from reading please do not repeat any acts mentioned in the story and please practice safe sex as well as trying to keep your body healthy since it is still growing and it needs all the nutrients it can get.

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The Art of War Masterlist

“My lady, how are you feeling?” You opened one of your eyes to see your lady in waiting Kiara. She seemed worried and there were tear stains on her cheeks. Her usually kind eyes were red and swollen from crying.

“I am just fine, no need to worry.” You sigh.

Only ten minutes have passed since you received your punishment. The first concubine was infuriated by your lack of tears and begging hence you received twenty lashes instead previously assumed ten. You would have probably received more if she wasn’t stopped by your younger brother Hakkai who was hit with the whip in the process. If she had done about twenty more you would probably be dead now.

“My lady you shouldn’t have been punished in the first place. Even if you were supposed to it was only five lashes which his majesty ordered.” Kiara clenched her fists from frustration.

“I know. Could I ask you to tend to the wounds?” You questioned.

“Of course my lady…” Kiara bowed her head as she left your bedroom to get the needed things.

Your father didn’t want to waste his doctors’ time on five lashes he thinks you received so you only have your trusty lady in waiting tending to you. You were supposed to handle queens’ duties tomorrow as well. Just how were you supposed to get up and handle those was a going to be a mystery.

You felt your dominant hand shaking, it hurt. The pain was enough to bring tears in your eyes but you couldn’t cry. You look weak enough with those unsightly wounds on your back let alone if you had tears running down your cheeks.

“Sister…? Are you in there?” You heard your baby brothers’ voice on the other side of your bedroom door.

“I am.” You answered.

“May I come in?”

“Only if you think you can handle it.” You answer with a sigh and you hear the door open.

A gasp left your younger brothers lips. He rushed to your side and knelt next to your bed where your head was turned. Your bare back was exposed for his eyes to see and you realized far too late that you shouldn’t have let him in.

“Sister, this is too much.” He was shaking.

You reached out your hand cupping his wet cheek. “Hakkai, a prince is not supposed to cry.” You smiled slightly. “I am alright; you do not have to shed your tears for me.” You attempted to wipe his tears with your thumb but alas only more were spilled.

“My lady, may we come in?” Kiara knocked on the bedroom door.

“Who are we?”

“It is I and sir Izana.” She spoke up. It’s not that you were ashamed of your state but it was uncomfortable if many saw you like this.

“You may.” You answered as you pulled your hand up on top of your little brothers’ head to pat him in order to reassure him.

“My lord...” Kiara greeted the fifth prince.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be five?” You heard Izana question through his clenched teeth and jaw.

“It was.” Hakkai looked up and stared at the foreigner. “That wench went overboard.” He looked furious.

“Watch your tongue.” You warned.

“I’m sorry sister.” He looked down in shame and sadness.

Kiara got to work applying ointment on your back which made you hiss in pain while clenching your hand around your younger brothers’. Izana was staring at you from afar. You said to him that you’re being punished because you interrupted a concubine. He didn’t quite understand the idea behind it since in Vuur the king only has one lover and that was the queen. However only interrupting someone who is supposed to be only a King’s lover is too drastic for twenty lashes.

Izana eyed your brother from the corner of his eye noticing his crying face and pure pain on it form only watching you endure it. That was probably why you asked him to protect your loved ones. But it bothered him that you mention that you didn’t have to be included on the mercy list. Just how would your loved ones react if they found out you were killed by his hand. He wasn’t going to do it of course. You kept his head attached to his shoulders as well as giving him the opportunity to take revenge on the people of this country.

Just what were you thinking? It wasn’t sitting right with him. Why would you want to harm your own people? Did you know about how cruel they were to his people? Was there anything of gain to you? Was it all for convincing him to trust you so you could just betray him later on? So many questions and yet so little answers…

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You woke up the next morning with the sense of duty weighing you down. The pain in your back had to be ignored so you could handle government affairs you father didn’t bother to do and your mother couldn’t do.

You took great consideration of what to wear that morning. Was the best action to wear a wider dress with soft material so your skin doesn’t come in contact with the fabric as often or wear a corset so you get used to the pain as the day goes on.

“My lady, I think this one is the best option.” Kiara held up a silk dress that didn’t hug your figure too much and wouldn’t come in contact with your skin as often so you only feel the bandages covering the wounds.

“Very well… I shall wear it.” You allowed Kiara to get you dressed and you proceeded to the office that a long time ago belonged to your mother.

The moment you sat down in the once comfortable chair you felt a familiar sting, you made sure your back didn’t come in contact with the backrest of the chair. This day will be an uncomfortable one you could tell.

“My lady, the archduke Sano is here to see you.” You could only sigh at the words of your trusty knight Mikhail assigned to be your guard when you were just a small child.

Of course your father wasn’t going to handle the adoption on which he agreed upon with Izana so it was you who had to handle it. “You may let him in…” At your approval Mikhail opened the oak door letting a familiar face in.

“Shinichiro Sano… I believe you are not an archduke just yet.” You eyed your blond knight who just smiled awkwardly. “Would you mind fetching sir Izana, Mikhail?” You added before the first born son of the archduke had a chance to great you.

“Of course, my lady.” The blond smiled leaving you to your conversation.

“Greetings to the first princess…” Shinichiro bowed deeply before you.

“As polite as always I see, you may take a seat.” You spoke up and the future archduke sat in a chair across from your desk.

“You already know why I am here I see.” Shinichiro offered you a kind smile.

“It is not difficult to deduce I am afraid.” You smiled in return.

The future archduke’s face turned serious. “I must say my family was shocked that we were obligated to adopt, may I ask how did that happen?”

You let out a sigh. “His majesty the king was going to behead him instead of fulfilling his wish as promised in the collosseum….”

“Ah… I understand. I must say that I cannot blame you; if it was me I would surely do the same. However I do not know how my younger siblings will react to this.” He seemed worried.

Just then the door opened and you saw Izana waltzing in like he owns the place. You also noticed a red faced Mikhail right behind him nagging him about hi manners. “Speak of the devil.” Shinichiro smirked at the sight of his future brother.

“What is going on?” Izana spoke up as he stared at the dark haired male. “And why are you on your feet already?” He glared at your sitting form.

“You shouldn’t use that tone with the princess, let alone addressing her as ‘you’.” Mikhail nagged.

“It is completely fine to do it with me I do not mind.” You notice Izana giving Mikhail a smug grin. “However no other nobles can be addressed as such.” You added. “I believe your adoptive family will make sure you are properly educated am I correct?” You eyed Shinichiro with a strict look in your eyes.

“Of course, princess… I shall personally make sure he acts of properly next time we meet.” He spoke up with a slightly bowed head and a hand on his heart.

You gave the young heir a nod of approval. “Very well… I shall leave him in your hands. I trust you that you will take care of him well no matter his origin.”

“Princess, you know me inside and out there are no need for suspicion. We might only have slight problems with my younger brother however you understand that he is young and inexperienced.” Shinichiro had a found smile on his lips.

“Manjiro is still making trouble?” You question.

“Unfortunately yes, I do not know how long can I blame his age and inexperience for his antics.” He sighed and turned his attention to Izana. “I hope we get along well.” Shinichiro had his way with words. No matter the person he was talking to he would always mange to convince them to follow him. He is a natural born leader with no strength behind him, truly a marvelous man.

“You shall take your leave now I am afraid; I still have a lot of work to do.” You spoke up.

Shinichiro gut up from his seat and bowed before you in respect. He proceeded to reach the door of the office stopping in his tracks and looking at Izana who hadn’t moved to follow him. Izana stared at you in slight confusion. “May I request to speak to the princess privately?” He asked with a polite tone in his voice.

You raised eyebrows slightly in surprise. He was capable of copying the polite tone you used as you scolded him about the way he was speaking. He defiantly won’t have trouble with it.

“I will allow it.” At your words Shinichiro bowed his torso once again and left your office. “Is there something wrong?” You question.

“Why are you walking with those injuries?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

You sigh. “I have my duties to attend to; I cannot abandon them even for a day.” You answer.

Izana furrows his eyebrows even deeper. He was angry to say the least. So your father punishes you so drastically for something minor and then you have to take care of official affairs afterwards as if it was normal? Like nothing happened? That bastard that calls himself a king has no right to act this way.

He was determent before but now he just wants to behead the king and take his throne. Izana knew he would be much better king that the coward that killed his people. It was settled then. Izana Kurokawa shall be crowned king.

“Was there anything else you needed?” Your question snapped him out of his thoughts.

Of course there was but how shall he word his thoughts. “When…” He stops and stares at the ground. “When can I see you again?”

“You want to see me again?” You question.

It wasn’t strange for him to feel attached to you. However you didn’t expect it. “Yeah…” He looked down at his feet as if he was embarrassed.

“Your sister, Lady Emma will be hosting her first gathering in about a week or so. Naturally I will be present since I consider her a friend of mine.” You explained. There was a hint of a proud smirk on his face.

“Then, I’m looking forward to it.” He offered you a smile before bowing his head slightly and leaving your office.

Your work load was increasing by the minute. Many things had to be handled and you alone had to do it from planning future events or parties to full blown political affairs. Hours were passing in the stuffy room and you had yet to finish one fourth of your work.

A sudden knock on the office door turned your attention to it. “Sister, it’s us.” You heard your younger brother Hakkai’s voice on the other side.

“You may enter.” You sighed. When Hakkai said ‘it’s us’ you though it could only be Yuzuha and him but what surprised you was that Taiju made an appearance, which he would rarely do if at all. “What brings you here, your majesty?”

Your formal tone angered him. You call Yuzuha and Hakkai by their names or brother and sister but he was an exception. He hated how you never showed him that affectionate expression you did to your shared younger siblings. He somewhat understood why you were acting this way but still. Why was it him who had to suffer the most out of all of the Shiba siblings? But alas that was not the real reason why he came to your office.

“I overheard Nobutaka talking to that wench.” He spoke up but was interrupted by your correction.

“The walls have ears in the palace; you cannot call the first concubine that.” You scolded.

“And they can call you whatever they want?” Taiju clenched his jaw in fury.

You let out a sigh. “We need to present more dignity than them. Considering that his majesty the first prince is competing for the crown with you.”

“Forget the fucking crown; I don’t give a shit about it!” He raised his tone.

“Watch your tone and tongue.” You warned him.

Taiju let out a dry laugh in amusement. “Forget it.” He was about to walk out before he was stopped my Yuzuha standing in his path. “Move!” He ordered while clenching his fist.

“Do not dare lay a hand on her...” You warned. “And for all of our sakes stop walking out on us, do not forget that we have no one else here except ourselves.”

“Then you start acting like you care.” He turned around facing you head on.

“I do care…” He interrupted you.

“You don’t! All you fucking do is correct us and criticize us.” If looks could kill you would be dead from the intensity of his stare. “You don’t give a shit about us!”

Was that what he felt? “What about you? Do you care?” He opened his mouth but was stopped with you continuation. “Was that why you hurt us? Because you love us? Love and pain do not go together; I would rather cut off all my limbs than raise my hand on any of you.” You clenched your shaking dominant hand.

Taiju has never seen you like this. You always held your cool no matter what but now. You were shaking, clenching your fists and jaw. But as much as your behavior took him by surprise there was something else bothering him.

Earlier today he heard the first concubine and her son bad mouthing you which didn’t sit right with him and instead of throwing punches he decided to listen to one of your advices and speak to you first. Now that you’re shaking in fury and frustration he noticed that Hakkai made no move of comforting you like he usually would.

As much as you would keep your cool Hakkai would always be behind you with one of his hands on your shoulder to show support. Yuzuha too, she would stand behind you and it would always be you three against him. That was something he hated form the bottom of his heart. You were supposed to be family and he always felt that you and your younger siblings would stand on one side judging him and excluding him.

He thought it was only him who was criticized by you. That was why he felt a bit more at ease when he realized that you did the same to Hakkai and Yuzuha. But instead taking his side against you they stood behind you no matter what you said.

So why are they so hesitant to approach you and give you support against him? And then he realized something was different about you. You never failed to wear a corset.

“Why are you not wearing a corset?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

Your expression confirmed that something was wrong. You said nothing but now that his suspicion was confirmed he needed to know. Yes he treaded his siblings poorly but he still cared. His attention turned to Hakkai who was clenching his fists.

“Hakkai…” His name just rolled off the Taiju’s lips. The fifth prince clenched his fists and furrowed his eyebrows.

“She was lashed.”

“Hakkai…!” You stared at your younger brother who broke under the pressure of the third prince’s stare.

“She was what?”

“Father ordered for her to receive five lashes by his first concubine. She received twenty and she would probably receive more if I hadn’t stepped in.” Hakkai pulled up his sleeve showing his older brother the bruise from a whip. Thankfully his hands weren’t bare or it would be much severe.

“Why…? Because you said that he can’t kill the winner?” He turned his attention to you and you noticed the absolute fury on your brother’s face. You’ve seen him angry before but never this much.

Your silence confirmed his question. “That fucking bastard…” He mumbled. “Why didn’t you tell me? And why are you on your feet? Twenty lashes is no joke (Y/N)!” His tone was informal and strangely worried.

“I know.” You said.

“If we told you, you would have run to father giving him a peace of your mind.” Yuzuha spoke up. “Shuji said that if you knew you would have made a scene which would only make you lose father’s favor as well as the position as the crown prince. Sister always talks about how important that is, so we chose not to tell you.” She explained.

“The hell with the crown, is that all you care about?!”

“No!” You raised your tone first time in forever. “I do not give a fuck about the crown, but what do you think happens to us if Nobutaka is crowned as king? That fucking psycho put a girl in a coma for rejecting him. She will die if does not wake up soon. Her fiancé was beaten to death by him. That peace of shit tried to touch Yuzuha! I cannot even start with the others.” Your eyes were glistening with tears. “I am doing what I think is best for our family. You are the only one in father’s favor who will hurt us the least.”

Your words stroke a cord with your younger brother. He was the lesser evil in your eyes. But you still thought that he was the one hurting you. “I…”

“You hurt us Taiju.” It was probably the first time in a long time you spoke his name. “Hakkai and Yuzuha were hurt by your own hand. Do you not remember?”

“I…” He had no excuse.

“I do not hate you. It is not your fault and I will never blame you. You are my brother no matter what you do. So I will support you with all my might if I have to but please for the love of god. Support me as well and Hakkai and Yuzuha, we are family no matter what.” Your words hit that one spot that was holding up his walls around his heart.

“I don’t hate you as long as you don’t hit me.” Yuzuha mumbled under her breath.

“Same goes for me.” Hakkai added.

You knew Taiju’s feelings but you never said anything. That was your fault. You should have talked to him earlier. Of course he felt excluded from his own family. He made mistakes but like you said it yourself it was only your shared father to blame. He was never a good king and the only thing he could have done in those private meetings with his eldest sons would be violent nonsense.

What else could it be? Hakkai was never alone with the king since he was really attached to your shared mother and the only reason why Shuji was tolerable was of his similar attachment to his own mother and because the fourth concubine was a reasonable woman. She taught her son that women should be respected at the least and that would make him a real and a good man. Unfortunately her teachings were corrupted by the king himself and Shuji ended up a violent prick who respects women. Kind of…

But what surprised you were tears in Taiju’s eyes. You couldn’t ignore your big sister instinct so you rose from your seat and made your way to your younger brother enveloping him into a tight embrace.

No matter what you were a family and nothing was going to change it.

Your father demanded that you come to his throne room merely minutes after your emotional conversation with your siblings. You assumed he was summoning you because he wanted to see if his punishment did a tool on you which you have never shown to anyone except your siblings and your personal maid and well now Izana as well. However it was never your plan to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state.

“I greet his majesty the king, the heart of our home land.” You bowed your head in front of your father the moment you were allowed to enter the throne room.

He stared down at you as if you were some lowly creature. Definitely not the way a father is supposed to look at his eldest daughter and child. But alas you were born a woman so there was no way out of the situation.

“A month from now will be your sister’s birthday. I expect of you to plan a lavish party since I have a few announcements to make.” He spoke up.

You had a month to prepare a royal party for the brattiest princess in history of the Shiba family. Of course she didn’t carry the Shiba name but she was still a princess. Veronica Belle the ninth princess of the royal family and the daughter of the eleventh concubine. You disliked her because of her vulgar and violent behavior. Taiju was nothing compared to her. The fourteen year old princess had seven servant heads on the golden platter of madness.

“As you wish your majesty.” You bowed your head once again.

“You will be inviting all the important nobles as well as the current King of Sem Coração.” He demanded.

It was a hunch that told you why you had to invite the king of Sem Coração. He was an old man around your father’s age if not older and if he was anything like your own father you would be sold off to the king to establish friendly relations between the two countries.

You knew this because what other use would your father find for you. You were far from favorite daughter and you were far too clever for him to control you.

“How is your back doing?” He smirked at you.

You could feel your dominant hand shaking from the way he looked at you, it wasn’t necessarily fear or fury that made your hand shake like it would usually but pure annoyance. This idiotic man before you held the title of the king and the one of your father which vowed not to call him, dared to ask you that with such disgusting expression on his face.

“Just fine your majesty. I am honored to hold your concern.” You knew he didn’t care about you but you still had to say it to seem polite.

“I hold no concern for a vial creature as you.”

You looked up at the king of your country with a hint of fury burning in your irises. Of course a fool like him would never be able to see such a thing. “I apologize for assuming differently.” You bowed your head to seem sincere.

The king cleared his throat. “Did the Sano’s come to get their new son?” He questioned.

“The first born son of the archduke Sano made an appearance and took the collosseum champion with him.” You spoke up.

“Was he furious with your actions?” The king looked smug expecting for his question to be affirmative and you had the honor in disappointing him yourself.

“I am afraid not, in fact the young heir seemed quite thrilled about his new brother. In fact he was concerned if his siblings will get along well.” You answered.

“What?!” The king raised his tone.

“The Sano’s have taken the champion in as their own son and brother without any complaints.” You clarified.

The complete and outmost fury on his face was clear and you knew better than to taunt him. You stayed silent waiting for his orders to leave him be.

“You may leave.”

At his words you bowed your head and turned around to leave the throne room. So you will be leaving your home land, the country you were born in together with all the people you cared about and go somewhere far away where you will remain alone until the king dies. Then it would be a wonder if you will be kept alive.

Sem Coração meant heartless after all. Which son will release or take in a woman who stole the attention of the king from his own mother that is if you do get the kings favor. If you remembered correctly the kings eldest sons were older than you were maybe not by much but surely a few years give or take.

Just how will you be able to say goodbye to all the people you cared about?

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mangekyuou · 3 years

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SOUL ━ﾞ

⁺◟ CHARACTERS . . . kujo jotaro fem!reader

⁺◟ GENRE . . . au angst fluff oneshot

⁺◟ SYNOPSIS . . . the orphaned vampire prince of the joestar kingdom, jotaro spends his days alone in the castle that used to belong to the family that was taken away from him in his youth by humans. but one day he meets a human woman who will change him forever.

⁺◟ CONTENT WARNINGS . . . mentions of death ‘ a bit of ooc jotaro tbh

⁺◟ WORD COUNT . . . 2.5k.

⁺◟ COMMENTARY . . . this wasn’t the request word for word per say but i started writing and i couldn’t stop. so i really hope you enjoy this one.

A light nightly wind slipped through the dark green leaves of the tall trees of the forest. The wind’s whisper was soft and distant, but it could be heard many miles away through the heightened sense of hearing of one being.

Through the chilly winds was another being that interrupted its flow. Its flight was as silent as the dead, as it inched closer and closer to the castle that sat in the middle of the dark forest. Its bright yellow eyes were all that could be seen.

The lanterns placed at the entrance of the castle had revealed the creature. A gray-brown great horned owl flying up to one of the high balconies, perching itself on the shoulder of a dark-haired man who had leaned against the railing.

The man took a long drag from the oddly-colored pipe in his hand, letting the smoke out through his mouth, partially revealing sharp fangs. He opened his eyes, revealing the irises. His irises were blue-green, blood-red had glossed over them in the moonlight from above.

He hummed lowly, staring at the moon.

Tomorrow was the day.

The night the moon would be its fullest.

The night he would bind his immortal dark soul, to the mortal, pure soul of the woman he had come to love.

If you had told him he would be marrying a mortal woman one day, he'd probably kill you where you stood. But when she washed up on the gates of his castle two years ago, bruised and battered with no place to go, his life changed forever.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” The young maiden’s voice’s reached his ears from across the room. She stood, terrified in the corner of the cold room with a glass shard in her hand dressed in old linen he could not fit anymore, as opposed to the bloodied rags she showed up on his doorstep with.

He gave her the change of clothes to not only protect her but to control his vampiric urges.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew who he was, rather what he was. It had dawned on her the moment she found what she assumed abandoned castle in the middle of the forest.

It was clear as night. She had heard the many tales of what lurked deep in the unexplored forest. Ferocious beasts that were taller than man, demon children of the devil, witches of the elements, and bloodthirsty vampires. The red irises that pierced through the darkness of the night he took her by the throat did not fool anybody.

He was a vampire. But not just any vampire.

Prince Kujo Jotaro, the last prince of the Joestar bloodline.

She had heard the tale over and over again through her childhood of the tragedy of the Joestar bloodline and their kingdom from almost a millennium ago. How the kingdom had fallen apart. How its citizens and the Joestars themselves had met their end. How only one remained. Or at least that is what she believed the story had been.

“Would you have preferred me to?” He answered her question with another question.

It was the first time she heard him speak since she had taken shelter unwillingly in his abode. His voice was monotone, uncaring of anything.

Though the truth was, he was unsure. He had been asking himself the same question since he brought her in, checking up on her the past few days, controlling his bloodlust to tend to her wounds and care for them the best he could.

She was a walking blood bank for the taking. She practically plopped down at his feet. Her intoxicating humanly scent, the blood rushing through her veins, her pounding heart. She was just the perfect catch to sink his fangs into and drain the precious life she clung so dearly to as she struggled in his grasp as he had done other victims.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Though she feared him, she stood her ground. She wasn’t going down without a fight, made apparent by the glass shard she held in her hand toward him. Even if she had no chance, she still wanted to attempt to make it out of here alive.

“What is your name?”

She didn’t say, rather firing out an insult.

Her words had begun to irritate him. With a blink of an eye, he stood in front of her. With no time to react, he removed the glass shard she held pushed her further into the corner, entrapping her with the weight of his body. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

Had this been the end?

Jotaro had leaned down, near the shell of her ear. He whispered, “Do you fear me?” He lowered his head further, as she gulped shallowly preparing for her end. She could feel his lips ghosting over the skin of her neck, breath sending chills down her spine.

“N-n-no!” She stuttered out, lying to both herself and him.

He pulled himself away from her as if nothing happened, leaving her out of breath and confused. With that, he had left her. The door was wide open for her to escape, to which she had done. She didn’t spare him a second glance she ran out of his castle back into the forest.

She had nowhere to call her home, but she couldn’t stick around and be the meal of a vampire.

But alas her escape was cut short. Tripping over a large tree root, right into the clutches of a tall blonde man who had lurked in the shadows with those similar red eyes to Jotaro’s. Just her luck to run from one vampire into the hands of another one.

He had done this on purpose. He set her up!

( y/n ) backed into the tree, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“A young, beautiful maiden all alone in these parts of the forest? It’s dangerous out here. Are you lost, little one?” He grinned.

The pet name sent chills down her spine, but not in the way Jotaro’s breath did. This was viler, more disgusting. She hated this feeling, this gross feeling he had on her.

She took in his face, he was quite breath-taking. He was sculpted by the devil himself, dressed in the finest fabrics.

He inched closer to her, as she scooted back further.

“Don’t fear me, little one. I just would—”

She backed into a figure, one that did not feel like a tree. One that felt like strong legs.

“Dio.”

That voice. He had come back, standing right above her.

Jotaro.

“Oh come on, Jotaro. I’m sure you can share your company. Only for a little bite,” The one named Dio suggested with a wink followed by him licking his lips.

Jotaro had reached down, pulling ( y/n ) up to her feet by the back of the shirt she wore. He ushered her behind him, a protective hand placed high on her waist. His touch startled and confused her. Did he not send her to her own death by this man? Was he really trying to save her? Why?

“Jotaro, protecting a mere human?” Dio laughed hysterically. “You Joestars with your human affairs. You would think you’d hate every last one of them after what happened to your poor family before your young eyes, Jotaro. Humans are not our friends. They lie about us, they harm us, they hate us, they fear us.”

“She does not fear me,” He defended. His voice was still flat, void of emotion, but his hand had seemed too tight on her waist for a brief moment as if he was giving her a reassuring squeeze.

A squeeze that was meant to put her at ease and let go of the worries that clouded her mind. A squeeze that was meant to make her trust his words. A squeeze that was meant to show this was his fight. The sudden squeeze was different from earlier when he towered over her in his castle. She did not feel like a helpless doe, rather protected and guarded by the vampire of tall stature.

But his touch was as gone as fast as it had come. He removed his hand from her waist, returning it to his side. It left her with an emptiness that was unexplainable.

“Run,” He whispered to her.

“W-What? But I—”

His eyes hardened, as he looked over his shoulder to her, “If you don’t have a damn soul you care about in this world, then stay here and die! So be it! But if there is one soul, just one soul you want to see again, then you run and you don’t look back.”

One soul?

Not a single one had come to mind. She was alone, without anyone to care for. When she landed at his doorstep, she had been abandoned, left to die.

Those bruises she wore were nothing done by the forest or any beast known to man. Those bruises were caused by the hands of other humans. By the souls who were supposed to be her family.

So there was not a single mortal soul she cared about in this earth, this harsh realm that spared no one. She barely found the strength to care about her own. But there had been a new soul she wondered about.

The immortal, impure soul of the man that stood in between her and her fate.

An evil that stood in the way of another evil.

“What about you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth. He was a strong man, she was sure he could take care of him. Not that she even cared, at least she believed so. But he was the only soul who had shown her such kindness through his own harsh way. But it was kindness nevertheless.

He hadn’t answered her question with words, leaving her with a telling silence.

He didn’t plan on seeing her again. Not that he even believed he would if she made it out of there in time. Nor did he believe he deserved to see her again. He didn’t plan on making it out of this battle alive.

This was his judgment day and he embraced it with open arms.

“I’m sorry...” She muttered out. She turned on her heel, running away from the scene. Her mind has called her a coward. There wasn’t much she could do now. She was mortal, she couldn’t stop a fight between the supernatural even if she wanted.

Her feet came to a sudden halt as a loud groan, followed by a hard thump among the commotion behind her sounded.

She had done what she told him she wouldn’t do. The action that would change her life forever.

She looked back.

Her ( e/c ) eyes had met a scene she could barely make out from her distance, but it was clear who the current winner had been.

Dio held a battered Jotaro up by his throat. He did not struggle, he did not fight, he had just accepted his loss. Though another competitor had made itself apparent before her unbeknownst to the two other fighters.

The sunlight.

Her feet had moved on their own, right back to them. She had no clear plan, but her goal was clear. To save Jotaro from perishing in the sunlight. Even he didn’t understand what her plan was at first, until she collided with him roughly, shielding his body the best she could from the bright rays of the morning.

“What are you—! You…harlot!”

A horrific screech filled their ears until it faded into nothingness.

“You came back and…saved me. Why?”

“The same reason you didn’t kill me the night you found me.”

He didn’t understand what he had done to earn her care. After the battle, she shielded him from the light, making it back into the darkness of his castle where light could not shine through. The wounds he sustained were life-threatening, making it hard for him to move.

He expected his sins had caught up to him, expecting he had finally reached the end of his days. Jotaro closed his eyes for what he believed would be the last time and drifted into a deep slumber.

Alas, his slumber did not last forever. He arose in a cool sweat, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he looked around the familiar bedroom he had spent his entire life in.

He lived? He was alive?

He stared down at his arms and exposed chest, his wounds were almost completely healed. How long had it been?

A calmly beating heart filled his ears, sounding from just at his bedside. There she said asleep, ( y/n ). She sat in a chair with her head resting on the side of the featherbed. She had been worn out, skinnier than he remembered, dressed in some more old clothes of his, bandages covered her hands. She looked peaceful as she slept, he thought. An involuntary smile had come to his face.

She was the reason he was alive. She took care of him. She...she didn’t leave him alone. He remembered how he reached a hand out to stroke her cheek. Instead of moving away from him as anyone else had, she relaxed under his touch. “Thank you,” He recalled whispering to her.

“Can’t sleep?” That same melodic voice reached his ears from behind him. He could hear the sound of her calm heart beating in her chest from where he stood on the balcony. It put him at ease.

The owl resting on his shoulder had flown away into the night. The light shuffle of her feet grew louder and louder until they came to a sudden halt.

( y/n ) wrapped her arms loosely around his waist, letting her head rest on his broad back, "Having doubts about tomorrow?"

He relaxed under her gentle touch. She had always been so gentle with him. "Why would I?"

"You always answer my questions with questions, why is it?" She pointed out.

"I suppose it's a habit of mine. Now answer this question," He turned around in her embrace, now face to face with the mortal. Not just many mortal, the woman who changed his view of the cruel world that took his family away from him. She changed his view of humans, she wasn't the monster the others had been. She gave him a new reason to live.

Love.

He continued, "Why are you awake, ( y/n )? It's awfully late."

"I couldn't fall asleep. So I thought a late-night stroll around the castle would help me feel tired, and I found you here," She answered, pushing a loose of his hair behind his ear. "We're not supposed to see each other until the ceremony tomorrow when our souls are finally bound as one."

The corners of his mouth curled into a grin, "When have you ever been one to follow the law set in place?"

"You are right about that. If I did follow the law set in place we wouldn't have met one another. I don't know where I would be without you."

"And you'll never have to think about being without me. For the rest of our days, however long that may be, I'll be yours, heart and soul."

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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Omg!! The Stranger Thibgs Official Acc (well...I’m 99% sure it is) posted a video! It’s a bunch of static on these TV thingys with background opera music and they each show a picture of something with uhm blood on it. What do you think? Although You acc probably haven’t seen this yet since they literally JUST posted it lmao.

yep looked it up .The vid obviously hints at brenner’s return like we all suspected- monitors like the ones used to spy on El and Will at hawkins lab, pic of doors, the rainbow room, eeg machines (all 4 things are associated with Will/El). A bloody 8 ball (uh oh Kali in danger?). The monitors also were filled with static -which indicates El tracking someone .And we all suspected El and Kali would team up to track Brenner-so that makes sense. I also still think the gals and Will also end up at pethurst (for diff reasons) - talked about that theory a long time ago. Also an anon just mentioned how there are 7 screens so it could connected to Will too (”it was a 7 it got me”).

other strange things I noticed- we see a bloody chess board and then later bloody dice like d&d dice maybe (probably indicating a plan or plans of our heroes doesn’t go as expected)? Like-bloody 8 ball, bloody chess board, bloody dice, plus there was also something else with blood that I couldn’t recognize- regardless sounds like multiple plans may go wrong for our heroes.

the song choice.Quand le bien-aimé reviendra from the story ou La folle par amour (The Woman Crazed with Love). cough “crazy together/”only love makes you that crazy”.

Nina is in love with Germeuil but her father (lonnie), dissaproves. Germeuil and his rival fight a duel. Nina believes that Germeuil has been killed and goes mad, forgetting aspects of the traumatic incident in a manner consistent with a diagnosis of psychogenic amnesia (cough did has similar amnesia too after tr*uma). Before this though her father separated the 2 and she had already gone mad without him. Nina” is essentially “a young woman forced by a repressive male relative (her father) to abandon her lover, whereupon she promptly goes mad.”She only regains her reason when Germeuil reappears unharmed . cough me who has seen the st movies and know Will thinking Mike is dead may go dark phoenix... yep. Although i thought that’d be like s5 stuff.

Song lyrics: “When one’s beloved returns close to his lovesick friend, the spring is reborn, the grass will always bloom. But I look around— alas ! My beloved does not return...my beloved’s tender voice will paint its raptures and flames for you, because it is for him to teach you. (Will is a painter, has firepowers, and is a friend)

AND NAH, This isn’t m*leven, we saw what happened when her dad separated her from Mike in s3- she had a dance party with Max, looked at other boys in a magazine, and said Hopper was right and they were spending too much time together. And in response to Mike’s love/crazy confession just says “What makes you crazy?”

also, we may get something tommorrow cause the caption on youtube says hawkins lab will be working at 9am tomorrow?

#stanger things #el hopper #kali prasad #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #byeler

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fatiguing-thoughts · 3 years

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“Natural” - Chapter One- Embry Call x Reader

Coming Home

After almost two years, I finally got to come back to Forks. We had to move for my dad’s job temporarily, which was truthfully my biggest nightmare. I was stuck living in Texas; rotting away in the sun and overbearing heat. I had missed all my friends, while I tried to contact them as much as I could, it was super difficult to keep our contact as much as I would like-- especially due to their mysterious disappearances at times.

I left our sophomore year of highschool, something we were all supposed to go through together, alas I did it alone and miserable. Yeah we would’ve gone to two different high schools, but to be able to hang out every day as we usually did was something I would’ve killed for. I just was happy that I can assume they all had a better experience since they were together.

We were such a tight knit group of friends, thanks to my dad being great friends with Billy Black. It was Jake, Quil, Embry, and I against the world. Though, if I were to be honest, Embry was the first guy I ever had a crush on. Since we were kids, I wanted nothing more than to be with him. I think only Jake knew, as he was the first friend I ever made. The constant behind the scenes teasing was something I could never forget.

Part of me wonders that if I ever left, would Embry and I have ended up together? I always felt that the feeling probably was mutual, but the fear of ruining the best friendship ever was a lot to consider. I never pushed, and neither did he. Though, before I left-- we did kiss.

That kiss was enough to leave me with the feeling of a thousand suns bursting in my soul. I never wanted to let go of Embry. But it was something we never discussed further. I’m still not even sure why not, probably because me leaving hurt us all a lot. We often still add music to our shared playlist, though. I would have to make it a point to myself for my own sake that I don’t get my hopes up for nothing.

Over the years, I’ve never been so thankful for technology. I still got to, as I said, rarely watch them all grow up seemingly overnight. The haircuts last year really threw me through a loop, but I never pressed. It made me sad to see Jake and Embry cut their hair, I loved their hair. The excitement that I felt to see them again was raging inside of me. They had no clue I was coming back so soon. I told them I would return after graduation in the summer, but they had no idea I meant that week.

As we pulled up the small house in Forks, I could barely contain my excitement. I followed my father’s car in my own, watching the moving truck unload everything into our new house.

We both exited our respective cars, meeting up for a nice side hug on the front lawn, admiring the new house.

“You talked to Billy, right?” I ask him.

“Yes. He said the boys should be around, or at least Jacob would be. You can head over there soon.” He smiled at me, knowing that seeing the guys was the top priority for me.

“Thank you, dad. I’ll help unpack, too. Don’t worry. I just miss them so much.” I say, almost tearing up at the thought of them.

I walked into the house, finding my room. I dropped what I brought with me in my car off. I smiled at the thought of being back home. I was going to love decorating my new room. I was going to love the environment again, the woods. Everything. I looked out my window and admired the patch of woods I was blessed to have nearby. I would have to explore those soon. I smiled at the thought of smelling the pine trees and the earth underneath my feet. I would have to drag the guys on hikes again.

I grab my keys, phone, and wallet and throw them into my small bag. Walking down the stairs avoiding the moving guys as best I can.

I start my car, driving down the long and winding roads to the reservation. Smiling like an idiot, before the nerves kicked in.

What if they changed so much and would hate me now? What if they don’t want me around? What if Embry wants nothing to do with me? Even worse, what if Embry had a girlfriend?

I tried to shake the thoughts away, knowing it would only ruin the surprise.

Before I knew it, I pulled up to the Black household. I got out of my car, walking up the path to the front door, knocking.

The door swings open to Billy smiling.

“I can’t believe you’re here, kid. I missed you!” He rolls backwards, letting me in. I hugged him hello.

“I can’t believe it either.” I said, smiling.

“You grew up so much. I can’t even believe it.” He looks at me, smiling like a proud uncle.

“It’s crazy right? I can’t even imagine how big they all got. In pictures they look huge.” I laugh.

“Oh yeah, they got huge. Jacob and Quil should be here in a few minutes, I sent them out to go get swedish fish. Your favorite.” He laughed.

“Oh, so they’re bringing me a snack without knowing?” I laugh.

“Yeah they are. Please, come sit down.” He directs me to the couch.

I thank him and walk over, plopping down. We had some small talk for a few minutes before we heard the boys coming back. The doorknob began to open and I felt my heart almost leap through my chest.

“We got the swedish fish. But why did we have to get them? You don’t even like-.” Jacob stops talking as he sees me sitting on the couch.

Quil looks at him confused, before seeing me for himself. His face lights up.

“No fuckin way.” Quil says through an ear to ear grin.

“(Y/N)!” Jacob runs over to me, I stand up before he picks me up, spinning me in a hug.

“When did you get here?” He asks me, smiling like a kid on Christmas.

At least they were happy to see me.

“Forks? About an hour ago. Your house? Like ten minutes ago.” I laugh.

“You’re back for good?” He asks, still not letting go of me.

“Yes. For good, finally.” I smile.

“Okay okay, it’s my turn.” Quil says, pushing past Jacob to engulf me into a rib-crushing hug.

I noticed how they were both burning hot as Quil didn’t let go of me.

“Jesus, you’re both burning up. Are you guys sick?” I ask concerned.

“No, we just run hot.” Quil smiles.

“Oh, okay… So when did you guys get so… massive?” I ask, practically looking up at them.

“About a year or so ago. You missed a lot, sweetie.” Quil says, messing up the hair on my head.

“You guys have matching tattoos?” I ask, pointing to their arms.

“Wow, (Y/N). You’re observant today.” Jacob laughs.

“Yeah, it’s for the tribe. A lot of us have it.” Quil says, looking at his arm before back at me.

“Oh, that’s really nice. They look great.” I smile at them.

“So, now that we have this surprise, we have to figure out plans for tonight.” Jake looks between Quil and I.

“Well, I have a patch of woods by my house. I planned on going on a hike myself tomorrow morning or tonight if I didn’t get home too late. Would you guys wanna do that?” I ask, looking at them.

“Woah, by yourself?” Quil almost shrieks.

“Yeah, what’s so bad about that? A lot of bears or something?” I laugh.

“Yeah, there’s been a lot of bear attacks. We’ll go with you.” Jake offers, glancing back at Billy, who seemed to nod in approval.

“Oh okay, cool. You could also help me put my room together if you guys want, take a peek at the new house.” I poke Jacob’s arm, knowing they would be great to help me move furniture.

“Wow, already trying to recruit us?” Quil laughs.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just need help moving furniture into the best spots?” I smile at them, pleading with my eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.” Jacob rolls his eyes, playfully shoving me.

“Okay, I’m parked right outside, I’ll drive. Bye Billy, it was great to see you.” I smile at him, hugging him goodbye.

“Goodbye, (Y/N). I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Of course. You’re gonna be sick of me soon!” I yell back at him.

“Never!” He laughs.

The boys and I walk over to my car and begin the drive to my house, blasting music and singing like absolute psychopaths.

We pull into the driveway and they greet my excited father. They talk for a few before I drag them upstairs to help me move my furniture.

“Jake, you got buff. Like really buff. What happened?” I ask in shock as he moves my dresser with seemingly no effort.

“Hey, I got buff, too.” Quil says defensively, moving the other dresser with just as much ease.

“I see that. Jeez, I missed a lot.” I chuckled, looking down sadly.

“Well, we get to make up for lost time, now.” Jake smiles. “I can’t wait, I’ve missed having friends.” I admit, laughing.

“You definitely friends in Texas.” Quil scoffed.

“Nah, not really.” I purse my lips, stifling my chuckle.

“Well, you have us again. Plus our friend group expanded greatly, so you won’t be bored anymore.” Quil offers, earning a hesitant look from Jacob.

“Anyone I know?” I ask.

“Yeah, you’ll remember them. Jared, Paul, Sam, Leah, and some others.” Jacob says.

“Oh wow, that’s great that you all hang out a lot now.” I smile.

“Yeah, it is.” Jacob says, looking at the bed.

“Where do you want the bed?” Quil asks.

“I can help you guys with that, it’s really heavy with the mattress on it and everything. But I want it in that corner by the window.” I point.

Without missing a beat, the two boys pick up the bed with ease and move it, leaving me surprised.

“Or not.” I smile.

They look back to me, smiling. We finish moving everything else around, taking much less time than I thought it would.

I look around in astonishment, impressed with how quick that was.

“Wanna go for that hike?” Jake offers.

“Yeah, of course.” I grin, leading them out of my room and out the back door.

We walk around, exploring the new environment.

I found a fallen log, walking across the top of it.

“If you’re as clumsy as I remember, maybe this isn’t your best choice.” Quil laughs.

Jacob turns, looking at me with impressed eyes as I make it to the end of the log with no slip ups.

“See, I’m fine.” I smirk, right as I trip over my own feet as I went to jump off the log.

Quil catches me right before I fell into the dirt.

“Yeah, you’re fine.” He mocks.

��Thanks, Quil.” I nod at him.

We continued going deeper into the woods, they wanted to hear all about Texas and how much I hated it.

“So, how bad is the bear thing? I really can’t go hiking alone?” I ask as the sun begins to set, causing us to head back to Jake’s house to watch movies.

“Uh, really bad. It’s like a real issue here right now.” Quil says, looking at me and then back to Jacob.

“Damn. That sucks. For you guys. Because I’m probably gonna drag you out a lot then.” I smile at them.

“That’s fine. Works for us.” Jacob smiles.

“Embry’s gonna shit himself when he sees you.” Quil laughs.

Embry.

How I wished he was here.

“He will.” Jacob laughs, winking at me behind Quil’s back.

“Oh I’m sure.” I say sarcastically, trying not to blush from Jacob’s silent remark.

“What? We were all inseparable growing up, just because you were gone for a while doesn’t mean he’ll feel differently.” Quil said.

“I guess that’s true. Where is he, anyway?” I ask.

“He’s helping Sam with something.” Jacob answers quickly.

“Okay... I’ll surprise him tomorrow if that would work.” My voice trails off, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“Perfect.” Quil smiles.

We finally get back to my house, getting into my car and driving over to Jake’s. The drive was once again way too much fun. I missed my best friends.

“So what’re we gonna watch?” I ask, shutting the car door behind me.

“I figured Pineapple Express?” Jake offers.

“Oh god, yes.” I agree excitedly.

“Great movie.” Quil interjects.

We begin watching the movie a little after 9:30.

It starts off with a lot of laughs, but at one point I feel my eyes involuntarily opening and closing.

My head bouncing up and down, fighting the urge of sleep.

I wake up to hearing the sound of a guy talking to us, I just didn’t know who it was. I look over at the time, a little after 11:45-- the movie was over. We all fell asleep. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to see what’s going on.

The man is tall, not as tall as Jacob but taller than Quil. He was just as buff as, if not more, Jake, bigger than Quil for sure.

Jacob is still knocked out, able to sleep through anything just like I remember, and Quil was stirring awake.

“Hey, assholes. You’re late. You were supposed to be at Sam’s at 11:30.” He scolds, throwing a pillow at Quil to finish the job of waking him up.

“Oh shit, what time is it?” He wakes up, beginning to panic.

“Embry and I are done. It’s your turn, but Embry can’t go to bed until your asses get up and take over. It’s your turn for patrol.” He throws another at Jacob.

“Paul.” Quil said sternly, nodding his head over to me.

Paul looks over at me, realizing that I was in the room.

They must’ve not known I was awake and listening.

“Don’t wake her up.” Quil says quickly.

“It’s okay, I’m up. I should probably get home anyway. Then you guys can go help your friend with whatever you have to.” I say, yawning.

“And who are you, pretty lady?” Paul looks at me, smiling.

“I’m (Y/N).” I smile back, trying not to blush at the compliment.

“Oh shit, no way. I haven’t seen you in years, I couldn’t even tell in the dark. These guys talk about you all the time.” He smiles as he steps forward.

I get up and give him a tired hug hello, noticing that he, too, feels hot like Quil and Jake. He also had the same tattoo as them, I wonder if the whole friend group had it.

“You look great.” He smirks at me.

“You got huge, too. What the hell happened to all of you?” I ask sleepily, laughing a bit.

“Just a lot of working out, I guess. Even though I was massive before you left.” He elbows my side lightly.

“Oh, Paul. You haven’t changed one bit, huh?” I joke.

“Nope, guess not.” He says.

“Jake, get up.” Quil says, shaking the boy in his sleep.

“What?” He groans.

“Get up, pretty boy. You’re late.” Paul says, walking over to wake him up.

“Oh shit.” He says, jumping out of the seat like his ass was on fire.

“What are you guys helping him with so late?” I ask.

“Uh, they’re helping him with some work around the house. A pipe is leaking, we tried to help, but Jacob and Quil are gonna fix it. Because we couldn’t. So, yeah.” Paul says, smiling at me.

“Ah, I see. Well, I’ll leave you to it. Text me in the morning, let me know a good time to come surprise Embry tomorrow.” I say, walking out of the house.

“You got it. We’ll call you.” Quil hugs me goodbye, followed by Jacob.

“I’m so glad to have you back, (Y/N).” Jacob smiles at me.

“Me too.” I smile, walking out the door and leaving the house behind. Pulling away from his house I see them all walk outside, waving goodbye.

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Word count: 2756

This is part one of the series I accidentally started today. I hope you all enjoy!

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#embry call #embry call x reader #jacob black #jacob black x reader #Quil Ateara #jared cameron #quil ateara x reader #sam uley #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #paul lahote #wolf pack #wolf pack x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #embry call fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #embry call imagine

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jaskiersvalley · 3 years

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CW major character injury (beartrap)

Splitting up for winter seemed like the most sensible idea. Geralt would head north with Ciri and, at his insistence at not leaving his muse, Jaskier. Meanwhile Regis would lead the others south, down to Touissant for a bit of downtime. Privately Geralt also hoped their infuriatingly stubborn Nilfgaardian shadow would opt to head for the warmer climates and leave them alone. It wasn't even that Geralt was worried about the man following them. Over the weeks it had become abundantly clear that he was trying to help in his own way, even fighting off a stray bandit or two to keep their tail clean. Rather, Geralt simply couldn't be bothered to exert the energy to get to know yet another person and it was another mouth to feed. Given his rather solitary nature, the fact he was travelling with a ragtag bunch was already quite exhausting.

As luck would have it, Geralt ended up with the Nilfgaardian trailing after them, heading steadily north. The weather got colder and sometimes Geralt caught the whiff of another camp fire, creeping a little closer as it that small lessening of distance would give their tail a smidgeon more warmth. It was pathetic and Geralt was more than a little pissed off. Still, at least the trip up to Kaer Morhen would lose him. Nobody was foolish enough to try and reach the old keep alone, even Witchers succumbed to the trail, a human by himself stood no chance. So either their foolhardy idiot would find shelter for the winter in the surrounding villages or he would perish.

They were at the bottom of the mountain, one last night to get some rest before they braved the slopes. Jaskier and Ciri definitely needed sleep and to give their bodies a break. Geralt was content to meditate, keeping them safe. In the distance he could hear their Nilfgaardian make camp, daring to stray as close as he ever had. Frustrated, Geralt found himself wishing that a bear would appear and deal with the annoyance for him. Alas, he couldn't hear or smell a bear in the region despite the villages mentioning that there had been some bears sighted earlier in the year. Thankfully the local hunters had taken care of them. Lost in thought, Geralt almost didn't register the sound of something snapping shut before a pained cry echoed in the forest. Immediately he was up, sword in hand while Jaskier was on his feet too, looking around in the darkness.

In the distance Geralt could hear pained hitches of breath plus a few agonised grunts. Whatever had happened, it wasn't the swift death he'd wished on the Nilfgaardian. There wasn't anyone or anything else in the vicinity so whatever had happened, the idiot did to himself. Probably stabbed himself with an arrow in the dark. Despite all his ill-wishes, Geralt couldn't bring himself to ignore someone in trouble.

"It's the Nilfgaardian. He's in trouble."

There wasn't any argument when he set off, Jaskier and Ciri behind him, treading carefully, a flaming torch lighting their way. Geralt almost wished they hadn't had the torch because then he wouldn't have had to see the scene in front of him in full colour. The Nilfgaardian was on the ground at the edge of a small clearing where he'd obviously planned on making camp. However, the stench of blood around him suggested that something hadn't gone according to plan. Walking up to him, Geralt watched as the man realised he wasn't alone and jerked upright. A beartrap kept him rooted though. His hands were bloody, even worse, his palms had been cut open from where he'd obviously tried to pry the metal from his leg. What struck Geralt though was just how young the man looked. Wide blue eyes stared up from shock paled skin, lips almost white enough to be missed. Only slightly older than Ciri, probably about twenty, Geralt couldn't fathom why someone so young was so desperate.

"You'll need to keep still while we get this off," Geralt said, crouching down. The young man tried to scramble away but aside from leaning back, he couldn't go anywhere. "Why don't we help with the pain a bit?" Hand raised, Geralt prepared to cast axii. Before he could, a rock connected with the man's temple and knocked him out cold as Jaskier stood behind him, hand wrapped around the lightly bloodied rock.

"That will keep him still and out of it," he declared. "It was the kindest thing."

"Or you could have let me use axii to keep him calm." Geralt tipped the man's head to the side to check how badly the rock had split his skin. It was going to give him quite the bruise, possibly a black eye and one hell of a headache. Still, it did made life easier and Geralt pried the trap off. It had snapped in bone deep, probably even broke his leg. Humans were fragile like that and the trap was meant for a bear. Sighing, Geralt looked around the miserable excuse of a half made camp. It screamed of skills learned on the fly, for the sole purpose of survival rather than something practiced in safety before being put into reality. "Grab his things. We'll head up to Kaer Morhen tomorrow and take him with us."

They had more in the way of bandages with them and, while the man was unconscious, Geralt did his best to clean the wounds, splint the leg and bandage it as well as the cuts on his hands. There wasn't much to be done for the headache of the future though.

In the morning Geralt roused from his meditation to find a pair of blue eyes staring at him.

"You going to make an example of me and kill me?" The accent was harsh despite the soft voice. It wasn't what Geralt had expected coming out of the man's mouth.

"Yeah, I wasted all the bandages on you just for that. Name's Geralt."

"Cahir Mawr Dyrryn aep Ceallach."

"Quite the mouthful. Cahir alright with you?" The nod was answer enough and Geralt set about getting breakfast ready. It was only thanks to the events of the previous night that he kept an eye out for more beartraps and avoided falling victim to one himself. He set it off with a stick and winced as it splintered under the metal jaws.

Despite their best efforts, by the time they'd loaded Cahir onto the cart strapped to Roach, his cheeks were flushed with fever and Geralt could smell the sickness on him. The valiant effort to get to know his new travelling companions better was foiled by the way Cahir kept drifting off, a combination of sickness and from the hit to the head. When he woke, it was only Jaskier's quick grab to the back of his shirt that kept Cahir on the cart as he threw up over the side.

It wasn't looking good. The first night they stopped, Geralt helped rebandage Cahir's injured leg. As the cloth fell away, it became amply evident that infection had thoroughly set in. The cuts were an angry red without defined edges to the inflammation while the wounds themselves were puckered with puss.

"It's fine," Cahir tried to reassure with a wobbly smile. "I've survived worse." Which may have been true but he'd probably also been in a place with better medical supplies. The gnarly scar below his collarbone and through to his back attested to his words but Geralt didn't think it was caused by an old, rusty beartrap. If they didn't make it to Kaer Morhen soon then no amount of surviving worse injuries was going to mean anything.

Come next morning Cahir was no longer quite so chirpy. He was still and silent on the cart, Ciri sat next to him and sometimes gesturing for Geralt to look, worried that Cahir had stopped breathing. He hadn't but his deathly pale complexion wasn't giving Geralt much hope. They were still at least a day and a half out from Kaer Morhen, maybe even two because of the additional weight on the cart.

A fever peaked and fell in cycles, each time Geralt hoped it would be the last but, before long, he reached to feel Cahir's skin and winced at how hot to the touch it felt once more.

By the time they made it up to Kaer Morhen, Geralt feared it would be just a corpse for a funeral pyre that they'd be dragging in. By some miracle it wasn't. With Eskel's help he pulled Cahir off the cart, floppy as unresponsive as he was, there was still air in his lungs and an erratic heartbeat in his chest.

"What did you bring us this time?" Lambert teased before getting a better look and his grin turned into a frown. "Well shit. I'll get Vesemir."

It took three days before Cahir was declared out of immediate danger. Geralt spent a lot of it down in the infirmary, sitting next to him. The others could start Ciri's training and Jaskier was no doubt pleased to get to spend time with Eskel again. It left Geralt in the quiet, watching over someone who he had convinced himself he hated. But this wasn't the person he'd conjured up in his mind. Barely older than Jaskier had been when they met, Cahir didn't look like he had any youthful optimism or naivety.

"I'm sorry." Geralt murmured, watching as Cahir slept, breath a little less thready. He should have been better. Shouldn't have judged, not when he was on the other end of so much of it himself.

By the time Cahir roused, everyone had settled into their winter routine. Ciri trained most days, reading tomes Vesemir left her when it got too cold for the outside obstacle course. It left Geralt free to sit with Cahir, watching as glazed eyes opened, unseeing. The worst thing was, not once did Cahir cry out for someone or reach for an invisible source of comfort. In all his years Geralt rarely found someone so lonely. Even Lambert, in his training days, had called out for his mother and, of late, for Aiden. It was a struggle to believe Cahir had nobody.

"Why?" The first word from cracked dry lips and Geralt jumped. He grabbed a wet rag and dabbed it against Cahir's lips, squeezing a little water into his mouth.

"Why what?" There were a lot of questions Cahir could have and Geralt wasn't a mind reader. He startled when a weak hand clasped around his wrist, keeping his hand close. It felt all too natural to take the rag in his other hand so he could cup Cahir's sunken cheek.

"You stayed."

Something told Geralt this wasn't something Cahir had encountered before and it broke his heart. Why nobody would stick around for him was baffling. Even a Witcher had more people looking out for him, he was certain. He cleared his throat, trying to think about why he stayed. It was true, he had no reason to. "I wanted to."

The soft 'oh' from Cahir pulled at something in his chest. He let Cahir tangle their fingers together shyly, looking up at him from the infirmary bed with so much awe and gratitude, Geralt didn't know what to do with it. So he sat back down into his chair and kept holding Cahir's hand. There was a lot of talking, of getting to know each other in their future. But, for now, Geralt was content to offer whatever comfort he could, vowing to be better than all those who had come before him.

#cahir/geralt #geralt of rivia #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #jaskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #cw: major character injury #tldr: cahir is injured and taken to kaer morhen

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years

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Study Date

Requested by anonymous: “Hermione Granger x reader where reader is best friends with Luna and has a crush on Hermione. She never acts on those feelings because Hermione called Luna Looney and seems to dislike her and in the end maybe Luna sets them up. “

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Words: 2.3k+

A/N - Today i offer you yet another story about hermione granger. Tomorrow? Who knows.

Thank you to @kileyrose-2003 for checking it over.

Hermione Granger was a complete enigma but that was probably due to the fact there was only so much you could learn through limited interactions. If there was one thing you knew about her, it was that she was a spectacular witch with a thirst for knowledge. She had been placed in Gryffindor all those years ago but she truly could have excelled as a Ravenclaw; if that had been the case perhaps the two of you would be closer. Things would have been entirely different but alas you were left to admire from afar since that very first year when you noticed her across the Great Hall. You didn't even have any classes together until you started taking electives. However, as hard as you tried Hermione Granger seemed to avoid you at all costs. You had invited her to hang out many times but she always declined. Maybe Ron and Harry were the limits of her social perimeters?

A hand sways before your eyes drawing you back to reality. "So easily distracted."

Luna Lovegood had such a melodic, soft voice that it was weirdly hard to ignore. Then again everything about the girl could be considered peculiar which was something you greatly admired. She didn't care what anyone thought of her and yet you cared so desperately what they thought of you. "Sorry," You hum, folding the paper in your hands. "I just... do you think there is something wrong with me?"

"No more than anyone else,"

"Maybe that's why she doesn't like me," You let out a defeated sigh before placing the origami tiger you had been working on down on the table.

"Who?"

From the corner of your eyes, you spot a familiar brunette wander into the Great Hall. A few books wedged under her arm. "Can you just give me a sec-"

Without giving Luna a chance to respond, you leap to your feet and scramble along the length of the entire table and then around to catch Hermione.

"Wait," You place your hand against her shoulder, startling her just a little. "Hermione,"

She spins on her heel; her frown morphing into that of a welcoming smile. At least she seemed happy to see you. "Yes?"

"I..." you trail off as a wave of heat washes over you. The Gryffindor always managed to make you feel anxious. It wasn't a bad thing; you knew it was because you liked her but with her already taking every opportunity to ignore you it didn't exactly help the situation. "I was wondering if you uh, wanted to play with us? Me and Luna, I mean."

It sounded rather childish slipping from your lips but Hermione's brow quirked up. "What are you playing?"

"We're having a race," Your expression brightens at her interest, signalling back to the Ravenclaw table where Luna now sat alone. "We both made something out of paper and we’re gonna enchant them so they run the racecourse we made." To the left of Luna was a makeshift racetrack made of books, cups and even your spare inks and quills. It was only small so it'd be a quick race before lunch began. "If I win Luna promised to make my bed every day for a week. If she wins she gets my last bag of Fizzing Whizzbees."

"Shouldn't you be studying during study hall?" Seems Miss Granger was all work and no play. You simply shrug, standing a little taller.

"I'm smart enough already," You declare proudly, a cocky smirk on full display. "And besides it’s nearly lunchtime so we were long overdue a break."

You watch her eyes drift from yours over to where Luna was sat and back. "You two are quite the pair."

"Me and Luna?" As if she could sense you talking about her, Luna waves at the two of you. "She's like my best friend."

"You don't find her a little... strange to be around?" Hermione muses. "A little... loony perhaps? Half the school thinks she's lost her mind."

She was right in saying that a lot of your fellow students judged Luna harshly for being a little more outside the box but you never expected Hermione to be one of them. "I think... she's awesome and I'm glad she's my friend. You shouldn't judge her so harshly when you don't even know her."

You may have invited her to join you but that offer was no longer on the table as you marched back to the Ravenclaw table without another word. Slumping down in your seat exasperated sigh. "Are you okay?"

Plastering on a smile, you give her a firm nod. "Shall we start?"

"What happened over there? You seemed rather excited before."

"Nothing," Focusing on the origami, you pick up your wand.

"You shouldn't bottle things up," Luna expresses softly, picking up her wand too. "Might make your head explode."

"Does it ever bother you that people call you crazy?" You wonder.

"Not really," her head shakes. "It's all in good fun."

You never understood if Luna's belief in people was misguided or just for show. If the roles were reversed you'd certainly not enjoy having people make fun of you. "But what if it's not?"

"Then it's out of my control," Luna flashes a smile. "Shall we start."

With a nod of your head and wands at the ready, Luna starts the countdown. "3... 2..." your grip tightens around your wand. "1.... Go"

With a flick of your wrist, the paper tiger springs to life but it takes a few nudges from the end of your wand to get it moving. When you saw Luna's monstrosity trailing behind, you knew you had this race in the bag.

"I don't think Hermione likes you very much," you don't know why you decided to tell her that, it seemed only cruel in the moment. "I don't think she likes me much either as hard as I try,"

"Maybe you should stop trying," Luna's focus was exclusively on the race as you watch her. Maybe you should stop trying... that was easier for her to say because she didn't find herself with butterflies every time she saw the girl. Searching the Gryffindor table, you find Hermione sitting alone; scribbling away on a piece of parchment. "Staring can be considered quite rude, y'know?"

Glancing back at the race, you find both racers have crossed the finish line and were now laying completely still against the table. Students were beginning to pile into the hall for lunch so it was time to clean up a little. "Sometimes it's hard not to," Reaching over the table you grab your quill. "She's just interesting- who won by the way?"

"It was you," Did you win or was she just being nice? It didn't matter now anyway so you may as well take the win.

You haven't spoken to Hermione since that day she had the audacity to question your friendship with Luna. You didn't necessarily think she had meant what she said in a bad way but it just hadn't sat right with you. It also helped that the only class you shared was Defence Against the Dark Arts so she wasn't all that hard to avoid. The page of your textbook flips over with a gust of wind as you lounge against the stone archways in the quiet courtyard. When you spot Harry, Ron and Hermione, you bury your face behind your book in hopes of not drawing any attention. If you didn't acknowledge she was there maybe you wouldn't long to run over.

"Hey," Slowly lowering the book, you spy the girl in herself looking perkier than usual. Seemingly having abandoned her friends just to come and speak to you.

"Hello," you reply quietly, keeping your eyes on the page. It was explaining how to create the Forgetfulness Potion; a beginner level potion and not at all hard to make.

"Luna said you'd be out here," You glance up at the mention of your friend's name. Why had she been talking to Luna? "And that you may require a study partner,"

Strange. She had never wanted to study with you before. "You don't have somewhere else you'd rather be?"

Hermione shakes her head. "Luna can be quite convincing but if you'd rather study alone, I can go."

"No," the reply comes a little too quickly. "I mean, uh... you can stay. I'd really like the company."

"Great, Ron and Harry are rather distracting when it comes to studying," She plops herself down at the other end of the archway by the end of your feet. Your knees were now pulled a little closer to your chest, propping up your potions book. "I can quiz you if you want?"

"Can I ask you something?" You pose the question as you sit up a little straighter trying to give her more room; handing over the book in the process.

"Of course," Taking the boom, Hermione's hand brushes over the cover but she opens it and begins flickering through the pages. She had the same textbook so you're not exactly sure what she expects to find.

"Why are you here?" The rustling of pages comes to an abrupt stop as her eyes settle on yours but only for a moment.

"To study?"

"You've never been interested in me before," you reply bluntly. "I don't see what's changed now? What exactly did Luna say?"

"Just that you like me," Wide eyes of surprise, your stomach sinks. She was joking right? She had to be. "And that you think I don't like you which is perplexing. So she told me where you usually go to study and that you'd very much appreciate my company."

"I'm gonna kill her," you growl under your breath, sinking down against the stone. How you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole right now.

"I also thought it was only right that I apologise for the other day," you can't even bring yourself to reply; too scared you'll somehow embarrass yourself further. "I shouldn't have spoken about Luna that way- I also apologised to her. Are you ready?"

Anything to help forget about what Luna had purposely done, you nod your head a little. Setting this whole thing up was a sweet enough idea but she didn't have to straight-up tell Hermione that you liked her. Hopefully, you could just play it off as friends. A silence settled between the two of you as Hermione searches through your book. "I'm gonna say a potion and you just have to list the ingredients, simple enough?" You can feel her eyes on you but can't bring yourself to look back. "You alright?"

"Mhmm,"

"Are you sure?" She questions. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I'm sure Luna had the best of intentions."

"Just say a potion," It's even more awkward when she brings it up the fact Luna told her. "Please,"

"Okay, how about... Draught of Living Death?"

"Uh..." for a second your mind seems completely blank. Taking a deep breath you settle your nerves a little. "Standard potioning water, Powdered Root of Asphodel..." your brow furrows in concentration. "Infusion of... Wormwood? Valerian root, A Sopophorous bean and-"

"Sloth brain," Hermione finishes. "Good job. Okay, let's try..." The pages flutter between her fingers for a moment. "Exstimulo Potion."

Exstimulo potion. You rake your brain for any memory of it; If you remember correctly it was a potion used to boost magical energy. It was a beginning level potion so it won't be too complicated to make. "Re'em blood... Granian hair, Snowdrop maybe, and like... uh... Bitter root?"

"For an extra point, what colour should it be?"

That you knew almost instantly. "sky blue."

With each passing question, your confidence grew around the same speed as Hermione's smile did. You liked to think that your extensive knowledge of potions was impressive but in all honesty, some wouldn't see it that way. "You are really good at this,"

"I enjoy potions. They value knowledge over skill more than some of the other classes- that's not to say potion-making doesn't require skill and vice-versa. " You explain, moving so your legs now dangle over the edge similar to how Hermione was sitting. "It's probably my best class but I like the study of ancient runes too. What about you? I imagine you're brilliant no matter the class."

"I wouldn't go that far," Her gentle laugh fills your ears, filling you with such an innocent sense of glee. "I like most of my classes though, I would take more if I could."

"Of course you would," You giggle to yourself. "I heard in the past you used a time-turner just to attend more classes."

"Guilty," She offers you a smile. You'd done research on time turners, they were interesting little devices but it took a lot of guts to use one. "It was worth it."

"It's a pretty smart way to use one," No surprise considering who you're talking to.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Anything." Hermione fiddles with the corner of the page she has settled on.

"When Luna said you like me, I'm guessing she meant..."

The fire in your cheeks spread hot and fast which had the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. She really had to bring it up again? She couldn't have just ignored it and moved on? "...yeah." You admit quietly. Handing your textbook back, Hermione slips down onto her feet

"So this was her way of setting us up... hmm," Spinning on her heel, she looks to the sky. The sun was beginning to set so it was illuminated by an orange glow. "For a girl so imaginative I would have expected something a little more than a study date."

"I like studying," She sharply turns back to you.

"As do I," She offers a gentle smile. "But I think we should do something a little more traditional for a first date, don't you?"

"First date?"

"Only if you want to,"

"I... yeah. I'd love to."

#Hermione Granger x reader #hermione granger #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #Hermione x reader

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GOOD MORNING TO MY BIG BRAIN!

I found the PERFECT, most Sunday morning GR cartoon way to introduce Annie! This ended up being STUPID LONG.

HUUUUGE thanks to @bogbodyalien @mia-beak @dbphantom for loving my kids almost as much as I do! Alas, this post is Bella-less, so sorry. & surprisingly, Ben hasn’t read this final one! & Ben reads everything I write! Anyway, I’ll stop here since below is already filled to the brim with words. Happy reading, everyone, & I hope you like meeting Annie! (Oh, Forgot to mention, although her powers aren’t used, she has massive wings like this guy, & can shoot her feathers out the same. She’s just a girlie with big ass wings on her back.)

We're probably going to open with a commercial for an upcoming fight between Annie and someone else (OH COULD IT BE LIKE CRICKET??), then we zoom out of the TV & see Rex being all excited for the fight! He loves Dove, & he’s been waited ages to go & see her fight!

His excitement is then promptly interrupted by the usual mission briefing in Providence, where WK says that they’ve been tasked with putting an Anissa (Insert Last Name Here Because Someone Spilled Coffee on the Papers) under some sort of Providence WITPO because they...wait for it...WANT HER PROTECTED FROM VAN KLEISS! Rex is over the moon! He gets to hang around one of his favorite EVO MMA fighter & maybe punch the fuck out of The Pack! He questions why VK would want to take her, White doesn’t say because he’s an asshole, & then they’re in London. (OH! Also, this is post Caesar, because of course.)

SPEAKING OF CAESAR! He’s rummaging around in his head to figure out if the Anissa he’s thinking of is the same Anissa he grew up with, but before he can say anything, Rex goes on about Dove’s fights & fan-boy's like there's no tomorrow!

Okay, back to London. They reach her flat & before they knock on the door, they hear a fight happening in the backyard. So, they (just Six & Rex actually, because Dramatic Timing is Everything) run over there to see Annie & VK fighting! Rex, of course, goes into hero mode to both break up the fight & try to impress Annie, & he only succeeds in the former. When VK is pushed away, Annie is PISSED (my favorite short-tempered baby),

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“I was protecting you from the bad guy, Miss Dove! You know, like heroes do!”

Annie runs over to VK, pushes Rex aside, checking him out to make sure he’s okay— just a minor concussion, but he’ll be fine.

“We’re from Providence, Miss...” Six waits for her fill her last name out, but she just stares at them all, trying not to beat the shit out of them.

“Kleiss.” Van Kleiss fills it in for her as she helps him up, “and this wasn’t a fight, Providence. We were sparring.”

“Anissa Kleiss! I knew it!” Caesar (as he usually does) pops out of nowhere & rushes over to hug her, which earns him a solid punch in the gut, “touch me & I’ll stab you.”

“Wow, your family really do hate me,” he chuckles & looks at Van Kleiss, who isn’t too thrilled to see his grandson's father any more than his youngest is to see him after 5 years.

“Back up! Pause! TIME OUT!” Rex interjects, pulling out his Smack Hands into Tiny Smack Hands to make a Time Out hand signal, “are you telling me that Dove, THE DOVE, is Van Kleiss’ DAUGHTER? Is there anything else I should know about this family? Do you have any more secret children?”

“They’re not secret’s, Rex, you just never cared about my family since all I am to you is Evil.” “Well, you are!”

“If you two are done bickering, Daddy, inside & rest. I’ll get you an ice pack,” he raises his hand to interject, earning a glare from his youngest, “Don’t fight me on this. Mom will kill us both if you don’t rest. Off you go.”

He smiles softly & kisses her cheek, “when did you get so smart?”

“Five years ago,” she says flatly as he heads inside.

As the garden door creeks shut, she turns her attention to the supposed protectors. “So, darling Para-Military organization, & Caesar, what brings you over? Unannounced, even!”

Six steps forward, “We’re here to protect you, like we said.”

“Elaborate, please. Protect me from what? Whom?”

“Your father.” Says Caesar, eyeing her. Even though time hasn’t passed for him, he can clearly see how it’s affected her. She’s grown cold, no longer the bright, jumpy teenager he just saw a few weeks ago.

“And it wasn’t unannounced, surely your manager told you about this?” Six makes it sound more like a statement than a question.

She lets out a short laugh, “I fired her week or so ago. She was funneling my money to some anti-EVO extremist group. So no, my manager didn’t tell me. Though, knowing her, she wouldn’t have in the first place. So!” She claps, “now that you see that I’m in no danger from my father, get out of my garden. Please.”

“Sorry Miss Dove,” Rex crosses over to her, standing his ground, “but we’re not leaving until he’s out of your way.”

“Unfortunately, kid, I don’t have that kind of room left, family dinner & all, so go back to whatever jet you got off of & stay in a hotel or something if you want to keep an eye on me.”

“Kid? You don’t recognize him, Annie?” Caesar asks from behind his brother, “It’s Rex.”

She stares at Caesar, then back at Rex, hands shaking slightly, “Rex is dead. Get off my property.” She stomps into her flat & slams the door shut.

“You heard the lady. We’ll watch from a distance.” Six states, making his way out of the garden as the brothers follow behind slowly.

As the three get back on the jet, we cut back to Annie, who’s crying softly on her kitchen floor, ice pack in hand.

She sniffs, wipes away her tears & heads into the living room, sitting beside her father who’s laying on the couch. She hands him the ice pack & he takes her face in his hand, “You lied to me,” she growls.

“I had to, my dove.”

(Oh god, it sounds like he’s dying. He’s not, he’s just an asshole.)

#Anissa (still working on her middle name) KLEISS MY BABYYYY #She changed A LOT as I was writing #I didn't want her to be so cold but eventually I realized that if she were cured her life would be over #She can't go back to doing gymnastics since she's aged out & her MMA-ness only helped because of the FUCKING WINGS ON HER BACK!#generator rex adjacent #generator rex adjacent because IDK if it's right for me to tag it if it's just OC's #van kleiss #rex salazar #caesar salazar #agent six #gr #genrex #generator rex

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