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Hi guy's one of my readers on AO3, DSpaceZ, had an idea for a better and shorter name for the blog. It's Kickat. What do you think? Should we keep Kick the cat out of the bag or Kickat? Let me know in the notes! Or if you have a fanfiction.net account vote there!

Update 13/08/2022

The poll now is closed and you can't vote any more guys!

I'm sorry, but I hope you can accept my decision.

We have a name for the blog so go read the new chapter! :D

About Kick the cat out of the bag!

So guy's you have till tomorrow for the votes, then I will close the poll on fanfiction.net and you can't give your vote in the comments!

I wanted to give you a heads up, if you still didn't have voted for the pairings, now go and do it! :D

I wish you all a nice day/night!

One Punch Girl! 01

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

I got this idea while watching One Punch Man and thought that would be a funny Reader Insert!

Expect a lot of cracks and you the Reader just finish off all the villains before they can do anything :D

Also, multiply endings cause anybody should get the chance to smooch who they want :D

Tell me who you want to end up and I will count the votes.

The character who gets the most votes gets the first ending and then so on.

And yes we can date the girls and also poly is possible and harem if you like! ;D

Chapter 1: The Origin Story or Something

There was absolutely nothing special about your birth.

You weren't a prophecy savoir of the world.

You were just a tiny baby, who screamed.

Loud.

And annoying.

Still other than most protagonists your parents weren't shitty assholes and actually loved you.

So good for you.

The first four years of your life were dull and boring, so we skipped that.

You just did what kids did at this age.

Playing, eating, shitting your pants, you get it.

Only when you came to kindergarten and some of your friends started to sprout wings, making things float and one memorial occasion wetting your teacher from head to toe since they turned into literal water, did you know that something wrong was going on with this world.

A normal child would have surely freaked out but you weren't exactly normal.

You felt often like an adult in a child's body.

So calmy this evening during dinner you asked your parents what was going on.

Did you live with mutatens or what?

Both your parents started to cry and hug you.

They confessed how they were Quirkless and the chance was high that you were it too.

Yeah, thanks it didn't really explain it.

A long explanation about Quirks and what being Quirkless meant followed.

You felt how your parents suffered under it being two of the 20%, who didn't have a Quirk.

You did feel sorry for them.

However, if you were also quirkless you didn't care.

A Quirk had never been a part of your life, why should you wish for one?

Nah, too troublesome.

You thanked your mother for the meal and wandered over to the TV.

Your favourite cartoon was about to start.

Your parents stared in disbelief at you.

Then your mother turned to your father and told him you got this aloofness from his side of the family.

Your father pouted.

/*/

Even if you didn't care for a Quirk, the world didn't make you forget it, how you were a freak without one.

Your fourth birthday came and went and after months of nothing and a doctor's appointment, it was clear you were Quirkless.

Again your parents embraced you crying, begging for your forgiveness.

Awkwardly you patted their heads.

They made such a drama over nothing.

You were fine.

You were still fine as your friends started to avoid you and some even bullied you.

You just punched them in the nose.

Quirk or not Quirk if someone is fast enough they can punch anyone.

Still, it got on your nerves.

Years passed and it got difficult to punch back against the bullies.

They had their Quirks to back them up and you...just your own muscle strength.

Well, before Quirks people trained their muscles to be stronger.

Why shouldn't you do this too?

So at the age of ten, you start with your workout routine.

It consists of 100 situps, pushups, and squats followed by a 10-km run.

For three years you go through this hell, no break, never.

Only training.

Then one day when you were thirteen you woke up and your [haircolour] hair had turned long and white.

It was also the same day you managed to land a punch at one of your bullies and..well they died.

Ups.

Yeah, it was chaos after.

Police, your parents, the parents of the child you murder.

So troublesome.

After a lot of tests, you still turned out to be quirkless, no one could explain where this power came from.

Since you did kill someone, even if you didn't want to, you came into a special facility run by the government.

Away from anyone, where scientists tried to crack your mysterious power.

God, it was so boring.

Day and day the same tests, the same tasteless food and the same session with your shrink.

Your aloofness was worrying them too.

You did feel bad that you killed the kid, but the asshole had bullied you your whole life, he just got what he sown.

So no regrets.

Okay, that your poor parents lost their only daughter to the government and all the kids you traumatized was not good, but what could you do?

You couldn't change what had happened.

So you lived your life as a labour rat, having not much hope of getting out of there.

Till the day a literally rat-dog-bear thing visits you.

/*/

It was actually the end of your normal day as a labour rat when anything changed.

Finally, you could relax in your room and read some manga.

Watching anime you could only do on two days a week.

But reading you could anytime.

Surprisingly someone knocked on your door.

"Who?", you asked bored.

"You have a visitor.", told you, your guard.

Okay, you got curious.

Besides your parents, who finally got permission to visit you once a week, you never had visitors.

You sat up on your bed and a rat-dog-bear thing in a fancy suit entered.

He gave you a friendly smile.

You blinked.

"Are you also here to get experimented on?", you asked aloof.

He laughed.

"Oh, these times are long over...I'm actually here for you."

"For me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know how much news you heard but did you hear about the attack on the USJ?"

You frowned for a second before you remembered.

"The hero school U.A. got attacked by this lame ass named League of Villains, like if you are evil then choose a treating name.", you told the speaking animal.

This made the animal laugh.

"Couldn't agree more, I'm Nezu the principal of the U.A. And I came here with an offer for you."

"What offer?"

"What would you say about visiting the U.A. as a normal student and using your mysterious power for the good."

You just stared at Nezu.

/*/

After a long discussion with Principal Nezu, you agreed to go to the U.A.

You got your freedom back and could return to your parents if you had to play his guard dog then by all means.

Better than being a labour rat.

The principal hoped to have someone with your power on their side, a power who was even stronger than All Might himself, would give them a chance over the villains.

You were just happy to be home again.

Your parents had been so sweet to turn your room into a room for a 15-year-old, even if you were so long in the facility.

Being back home, made you for the first time really happy in your life.

You only realized how good you had it when you lost it.

Then when your mother made your favourite dish, a single tear fell from your eyes, which was bawling your eyes out for you.

In the embrace of your parents, you felt loved and ready for anything.

Because you just needed One Punch to clear all the problems.

One Punch Girl! Index

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

One Punch Girl! 02

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

Hello, my loves!

So I counted the votes and most of you want a Harem so that we will get a Harem!

I hope you are still satisfied with it even if you voted for only one person, I will try to give anyone the spotlight ^^

I know it's a short chapter, but this just shows how Reader-CHan interacts with her class, before the Sports Festival where it will get interesting ^^

So please forgive me!

Now on with the story!

Chapter 2: Your new daily life, hurray!

Bored you stared at the twenty teenagers before you.

They seemed to be a mix of surprised and curious seeing you on the side of your teacher.

What was his name again?

Aizaza?

Aizama?

Ailama?

"Okay listen up, kids.", began Aichacha. "I get you are surprised, but we have a new student here. She joined us at the recommendation of the principal. So try to not be annoying and just accept it."

Aikoko then took out a yellow sleeping bag and got inside.

"You can surely present yourself to the class."

With that, he falls asleep.

Still bored you just blinked.

Huh, Aicaramba, doesn't only look like a hobo but was also lazy.

Yeah, you felt him.

You also would rather lay in your warm bed and sleep than be back in school.

While you were at the facility you have totally forgotten what a drag school was.

Why did you agree again to do all this?

Whatever, you stared back at your classmates.

Some seemed to get shy under your intense look, like a cute boy with green hair which reminded you of broccoli, others stared back in the challenge, like the hot spiked-haired blond who seemed to have anger issues, and others seemed indifferent like the sexy boy with half white and half red hair.

Again you checked all your classmates.

Huh.

Besides a few, like the little perv with lilac balls as hair who stared shamelessly at your breasts, all were extremely attractive.

What was this?

A host club?

You should keep your eyes open for a vase, not that you broke it and had then a debt over 5000000 Yen.

"I'm [Full Name] and I'm your new classmate, yeah.", you introduced yourself simply.

You could see sweatdrops everywhere and could practically hear how all thought: That's it?

"Can I sit down now?"

"Whatever kid.", waved you Aidumpsterfire away.

So you took the only free sit, which was on the last row.

Awesome, so no one would notice if you fell asleep!

Jackpot!

You made yourself comfortable in your seat, only listening to half of how Aicucaracha said something about a Sports Festival.

Uurgh, boring.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep.

/*/

You don't know how long you slept, only how someone was shaking you awake.

Still half asleep you sat up and wiped the drool away from your mouth.

"Are you finally awake?", asked a girl amused.

What a second...

"Did aliens invade?", you wonder aloud.

The pink-skinned, horned, blackeyed girl just laughed at you.

"That's not the first time someone thought I was an alien.", she mussed. "Hi, I'm Mina Ashido, you probably want to know it's lunchtime."

Wow, you slept for like four hours.

But what did this Mina say?

"Lunchtime!", something like excitement was in your voice. "Thanks, cutie! I'm starving!"

You gave her a cheek kiss, stupified she blinked at you and turned red as you formally raced to the cafeteria.

Food, food, food!

Finally!

Your tray nearly exploded under all the delicious dishes you put on it.

Now you need to find a place to eat.

Ah, there was a seat free beside a boy with gravity-defining indigo hair.

He bored poked at his ramen.

Without a word, you sat down and began to eat.

Mmh, so tasty!

Lunchrush was not without a reason your favourite hero!

"Hey, what does one of the Hero Course want here?", asked you the boy, staring at you like you were a cockroach.

Wow, rude!

You were way sexier than an insect.

You gulped down your food to answer: "Dude, I was just searching for a seat. Don't get your panties in a twist."

Indigo Boy stared at you with his pretty purple eyes.

You stared back.

Strangely you felt a tickled in your brain, if this made sense.

Mentally you gave this sensation a bitch-slap.

Funny enough Indigo Boy fell from his seat.

Huh?

You chewed the food in your mouth and gulped it down before you leaned down to him.

"Are you okay?"

Pretty Purple Eyes stared in fright at you.

"What the?! How did you?! What are you?!"

"Last time I checked a girl."

The boy stood up and grabbed his things.

Before you could count to ten you heard how he mumbled how all in the hero course were freaks and he was gone.

Again, huh?

Well, whatever, if he wanted to be weird, not your problem.

Besides you could check out his nice ass, while he walked away.

So you just eat your lunch in peace.

/*/

It was now afternoon, which meant Hero Basic Training.

This was the only thing that got you a bit excited.

You wanted to see, how long your classmates could stand up to you before you finished them off with One Punch.

In the facility, you learned over the years to regulate your strength so, that you could also just knock out your opponents with One Punch.

No more accidentally killing like this.

Yeah, another dead kid at your hands wouldn't be good.

Anyway, the class led The All Might, which was cool.

Principal Nezu said you were stronger than him, the strongest hero of Japan, you wished you could arm wrestle with him to see if it was true.

Today in Hero Basic Training you would do an obstacle race.

Some Villains liked to booby trap their hideout, this training should sharpen your senses and give you a sense of danger.

Aww, so no fighting.

What a bummer.

You were bored again.

You played with your cool leather jacket which was part of your Hero Outfit, while in a group of four people, your classmate entered the obstacle race.

That's when a cute brunette girl in a skin-tight suit walked up to you.

"Hi, we hadn't had the chance to talk, I'm Ochaco Uraraka, welcome to our class."

You nodded in greeting.

"How are you liking the U.A. so far?"

"It's okay."

"Isn't it cool having All Might as a teacher?"

"I suppose."

"I like your Hero Outfit, really hot."

"Thanks."

"You don't talk much, huh?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

Ochaco giggled cutely.

Then it was her turn to do the obstacle race.

Mmh, you felt a bit sad.

Ochaco was a happy-go-lucky person, all had seemed brighter with her around you.

After nearly the end of the hour, it was your turn with the obstacle race.

No one knew what had happened, they just saw you getting ready to race and then a loud wush!

In not even two seconds you finished it, and the obstacle race behind you was completely destroyed.

"Young [Last Name], this was incredible, but try to regulate your Quirk the next time please.", told you a shocked All Might.

Ah, yes you and the principal said your inhuman strength was a Quirk.

People wouldn't believe that what you did was all only muscle strength.

You bowed in apologising to All Might and promised to be more careful next time.

"Shit that was hot.", you heard a hot guy with spiked red hair whisper shout.

All the girls nodded in agreement.

Feeling playful send them all a wink, which earned you flustered giggles, even from the boy!

Mah, maybe it wouldn't be so bad in class 1A.

/*/

The school day was finally over and you wanted to go home!

Well, what you wanted was the people who blocked the door of your classroom, not their problem.

You pouted and had to listen to how Indigo Guy from Lunch, declared war on your class.

Okay, you should have listened more to what this Sports Festival was about.

The angry blond dude, Katsuki was his name, made the situation worse for your classmates, but he made a way free.

So you followed after him.

Finally!

Let's get out of here!

When you were home you realized something important.

Since you had slept so much, you didn't take notes for your homework.

What a drag!

/*/

So I didn't describe the hero outfit because you all can decide how you look, just that we all wear a cool leather jacket cause we are badass :D

Hope you liked this little chapter and next up the Sports Festival.

Oh boy, that will be a ride!

One Punch Girl! 03

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

Chapter 3: Let’s get sporty, what a drag!

You sat relaxing at a table, chewing your favourite gum, while your classmates prepared for the Sports Festival.

Yes, the day was finally here.

What a drag!

You didn't want to participate at all.

Too much trouble.

Yes, you know, thanks you asked the girls in your class, how the Sports Festival was important for the future, but it's not like you wanted to be a Pro.

You were only in the U.A. as Principal Nezu's guard dog, why should you give you all to win?

All of your classmates wanted to be Pro-Heroes one day, any one of them deserved the first place.

Well, besides Mineta.

The little perv could fall over dead for all you cared.

You made a bubble and let it pop.

Sadly Principal Nezu order you to give your best at the Sports Festival.

He wanted to show your power to scare the villains like this.

So you had to win.

Troublesome!

For a short moment, it got interesting as sexy Shoto declared war on cute Izuku, but then Tenya came in and told you it was time to enter the arena.

Bored out of your mind you followed your classmates.

After you were joined by the other classes, the referee of the Sports Festival was revealed.

It was Midnight.

At least a sexy woman to look at!

All talked about what she was wearing if she was R-rated, and if it was okay to be a teacher.

"Quiet, everyone!", shouted Midnight, whipping her whip. "Representing the students is Bakugo Katsuki."

Okay, this would be surely interesting.

Calm Katsuki walked up the stage and declared how he would take first place.

The other classes called for his head, while your class screamed at him for dragging them with him in this hate.

You just quietly snorted.

Katsuki was fun.

You couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you won.

Of course, you would win this whole thing.

It wasn't even a question and you didn't think this because you were arrogant.

You were just on a whole other level than your classmates.

"Now, let's get started right away.", took Midnight, the microphone. "The first game is what you'd call a qualifier! Every year, many drink their tears here! Now, here is the fateful first game! This year, it's this! An obstacle course race. All 11 classes will participate in this race. The course will be the outer circumference of this stadium--about four kilometres! Our school's selling point is freedom! As long as you stay on the course, it doesn't matter what you do! Now, take your place, everyone!"

So you all walked up to the big red arena door with the three green lights.

Slowly one light after the other got out.

Till the last one and Midnight screamed start.

All ran into the tight tunnel, which caused a mass blockade.

For you, it was not a problem you just jumped over all, which earned you shocked gasps and landed safely outside.

Then you started to race, only a cloud people could see.

Fast you reached a group of big-ass robots and just punched one.

It was destroyed in a glorious rain of metal parts and you ran along.

Wow, still no one behind you.

All were so lame.

Or better you were so fast.

Soon you reached an area with holes, platforms and robes that connected them.

An elegant high jump and you were at the other side.

Still, no one of your classmates or schoolmates was in sight.

It was like you were taking a (dangerous) stroll alone.

Whatever.

Finally, you reached the final obstacle.

A minefield.

For you it was nothing.

You just run over it, even if mines explode under you, but you didn't lose your balance.

Finally, you enter the stadium under the loud cheers of the people.

"I-Incredibal! [First Name] [Last Name] from class 1A finished the obstacle course in two minutes! This has to be a new record!", shouted Present Mic in disbelief.

You just took a tissue out, blew your nose and sat down on the grass.

It would take a while till the others arrived.

So you made yourself comfy and fell asleep.

"Aizawa...are all your students that weird or did they take this up from you?!"

/*/

After what seemed like hours the other winners arrived.

You felt bad when you saw cute Izuku, who made second, looking so devasted.

He had wanted to win.

Maybe you should console him later, somehow.

"The first game of the first-year stage is finally over.", declared Midnight on her stage. "Now, take a look at the results!"

The top four were You, Izuku, Shoto and Katsuki, in this lineup.

The first 42 people who enter the stadium would now participate in the second round.

"The real competition begins next! The press cavalry be all over it! Give it your all! Now then, here is the second game.", said Midnight, while the monitor behind her did his thing. "I already know what it is, but what could it be? What could it be? Cavalry battle! Let me explain. The participants can form teams of two to four people as they wish. It's basically the same as a regular cavalry battle, but the one thing that's different is based on the results of the last game, each person has been assigned a point value."

The point system was simply from the last place 5 till to the first which was Ten million!

All eyes zeroed in on you because if you managed to get your points it didn't matter if you were in last place in the first game, you could win!

A normal person would freak out seeing all these demonic looks their way.

However, you were not normal.

You just stared back with unsettling blank eyes.

You swore some pissed their pants, while others took a step back from you.

Yeah, that's what you thought.

Meanwhile, Midnight explained the rules for this part of the Sports Festival.

In the cavalry battle, each team wears headbands with the total points of its members.

The goal is to grab other teams' headbands within fifteen minutes.

Stolen headbands must be worn from the neck up.

Even if a headband is stolen or a team falls, they are not out.

During the game, using Quirks is allowed, but intentionally trying to make others fall is not allowed and will result in immediate removal with a red card.

Midnight ended her explanation with: "Now, you have fifteen minutes to build your teams. Start!"

And so they did.

You suddenly found yourself all alone.

Yeah, of course, no one wanted to be in the team with the target, your headband, and with the scary girl.

You huffed and looked around.

Oh, what do your eyes see?

If this is not the Indigo-haired boy with the nice ass!

From what you could see, he talked to random people and suddenly they were on his peck and call.

Oh...was this his Quirk?!

A plan formed in your mind and you walked grinning up to him.

"Hello, darling, what a nice Quirk do you have."

You swore he jumped 10 meters into the air before he pointed an angry finger at you.

"You!"

"Me!"

"You are the weird girl from the cafeteria!"

"And you are the weird guy who tried to brainwash me in the cafeteria, right?"

A let out an inelegant curse word.

Tzz, tzz.

"Listen...what's your name anyway?"

"Hitoshi Shinso."

You gave him your name and continued.

"You surely don't want people already know about your powerful Quirk, so I will say nothing if you let me in your team."

"Do I even have a choice?"

"Not really."

So you found yourself as one of the horses, while Shinso was the rider.

Of course, after the cavalry battle started, a lot of teams raced up to you.

You just punched the air and all were dragged back to the other side of the arena.

It goes like this for a little while, till the cavalry battle is over.

To no one's surprise, your team made first place, followed by Shoto, Katsuki and Izuku.

Finally came what you had logged in for.

Lunch-Break!

You eat to your heart's content, filling your bellies with tasty food.

The first half of the Sports Festival was done and you won first place in both games.

If Principal Nezu was not happy, he could kiss your ass.

Masterlist

I do not write anything nsfw for underage characters

any smut is marked (*)

Tamar x Reader

sweet solutions *

thats when she knew she lost her

that's when she knew she lost her nsfw*

make every moment count

make every moment count nsfw*

almost too late

princesses get what they want

I better live so I can make fun of her for this

this is inconvenient

would it have been worth taking?

I made a promise

Zoya x Reader

I hate that I care about you

ache for you*

Tamar x Nadia

everything's different

under the stars one last time*

Quizzes

Bastard, Lesbian, Poet

Bastard, Wraith, Poet

Queen, Soldier, Arsonist

What if reader was Nikolai’s sister who’s in a relationship with Tamar and when they’re at sea they can actually be together but on land they can’t because it’s forbidden, maybe a jealousy one where her parents are pushing reader into an arranged marriage.

princesses get what they want

Tamar x Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: “I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.” 

“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had fun writing this.

I was pissed when Nikolai said no to me accompanying them on the whaler. But he had a point - it’s too risky to have both of us together, to chance the Darkling recognizing us. Tailoring only went so far. We can’t shake the mannerisms we share, even the crew suspect we’re related, although they don’t know our true identities. Plus, it would be a shame for Ravka to lose both of their spares in one go. 

“I can’t trust you not to snap back at the Grisha.” He didn’t face me, still stood pouring over a map. 

My eyes narrowed. “Can’t trust me?” 

His head snapped over his shoulder. “You know as well as I do that your attitude can be … volatile.” 

I scoffed. “I have self control.” 

“Do you not remember the fight you got in with the Grisha children? How did that end last time?” 

“With a few bruised egos.” I laughed at the memory. Nikolai didn’t laugh. I’d caused quite the headache, and he’d been the one to explain it to my mother. 

Tamar snickered from the corner and I shot her a glare. She’s not helping the situation. 

--

I couldn’t help the relief I felt when Tamar returned safe, nor the anger when Nikolai announced she’d be sharing quarters with the Sun Summoner. I dragged him away to have a quiet, but heated exchange. 

“You didn’t bother to ask me before kicking me out of my room?” I hissed. 

“There’s a better room for you.” He tried to soothe. 

“Oh you know that’s not the reason.” 

He winced, looking around for someone to come interrupt. I poked a finger into his chest. “You owe me one.” He nodded before waving Privyet over, I took that as my chance to leave and find Tamar. 

I intercepted her on her way back up to get her rations. “Did you agree to this before?” I asked through clenched teeth. 

“I found out when you did.” She shrugged. 

“You’re not upset?” 

“Of course I am.” She said, with a tone of surprise, “But I can’t question him in front of everyone.” 

I sighed, she has a point. “I’m stealing you for a few hours.” I said, before dragging her back down, she laughed. 

--

“Are you excited to be back?” Alina asked as we walked into our lodgings for the night.

I looked at her, it was a genuine question. “I’d rather be anywhere else.” I answer drily. Tolya chuckled behind me. 

“Why?” She pushed. 

I sighed, not in annoyance, but explaining the situation might make it a bit more real than I want to. 

“Come on,” I said, and tugged her up the stairs towards our room. I shut the door and sat on the windowsill, motioning for her to take a seat. She sat on my bed, looking vaguely uncomfortable. The door opened again, Tamar walked in and leaned against it. I didn’t pay much attention to her, it would hurt too much to look at her now, and to explain this. Before she could say anything I started explaining. 

“Once we get back, they’re going to start trying to marry me off.” Alina glanced toward Tamar, her expression stony. I couldn’t meet her eyes. “And I love being called a bastard.” 

Alina’s eyes widened. I’m sure she’d heard the rumors, but confirmation is another thing entirely. 

I chuckled darkly, “Mother couldn’t stay away from the Kaelish.” There was a bite in my voice, an edge. “Isn’t it obvious?” I said, waving my hand over my face. Neither of the women in the room commented, Tamar already knew but Alina seemed in shock. I pushed myself up from my seat, heading to the door. I stopped a few paces away, turning my head over my shoulder.  

“I love my brother, but do yourself a favor and don’t marry him. Court is fucked up, you don’t want to be involved any more than you have to be Sun Summoner.”

I brushed past Tamar, “Always the dramatics” she whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes but walked out. Hopefully she wasn’t on guard duty tonight, and I could steal her for a few hours. 

“You like it.” I said, and closed the door behind me. I heard her talking to Alina behind me, but didn’t reply. My shoulders sagged as I walked out the door. I felt it coming back - the burden. I didn’t like it. 

--

“You’ve finally returned.” Mother kissed both of my cheeks and I had to fight the urge to cringe back. 

“Did you not get any of our summons?” She asked. 

“They must’ve been lost.” I replied, my voice a bit distant. The tone I'd always adopted at home. I saw Tamar glance at me out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t dare look back. If there was a mirror nearby I'd have been able to see the mask that slowly set in place, the hardness that settled in behind my eyes. It’s a shame how quickly old habits settle back in. One glance at Nikolai, and I saw it on him. My eyes narrowed as I watched Vasily sitting next to ‘father’. The hatred that swarmed through my body threatened to burst through, the one who’d made my life living hell growing up. The tension must’ve been palpable because I felt Nikolai’s hand on my shoulder. 

“It’s been a long journey.” He said, “We’ll settle in and return for dinner.” He steered me out of the room, hand on my shoulder, and I caught Tamar’s eye on the way out. I winked at her, and to her credit she didn’t break face - but I saw the amused glint in her eyes. At least one of us found it funny. It didn’t escape our parents' attention that we didn’t ask to be dismissed, that we left. It was a subtle threat - that we could leave again if we wanted to. 

“Did we really have to come back?” I muttered to Nikolai as we walked out of the throne room. 

“The walls have ears.” He replied, and I sealed my mouth shut. “We’ll talk later.” He finished, dropping me off at my room. I forced a smile on my face as servants began fluttering in and out, all but shoving me straight into the bath.

--

I agreed to meet her, just past sundown, on the grounds. She said there’s something she wants to show me. Sneaking past my guards and all of the servants dotting around too a bit of effort - and a little bit of blind faith, jumping out of the window into the soft bushes. 

I landed with a grunt, and heard laughter coming from across the lawn. My eyes narrowed and I saw a figure running towards me. Her. She’s supposed to meet me somewhere else completely. I’m struggling out of the bushes when her hand appears in front of me. I considered batting it away but ended up taking it and let her heave me to my feet, dragging me out of the bushes. I cross my arms to glare at her. 

“You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near here.” 

She laughed, a grin spreading across her face. The grin I love so much. “I couldn’t miss seeing the princess land in the bushes.” 

“How’d you know I’d take the window? I could’ve snuck through the halls.”

“Past all the guards Nikolai has stationed?” She laughed again. “You’re good, but you wouldn’t have made it past the first set of doors before someone told him.” 

I rolled my eyes. She has a point. Her eyes scan the surrounding area before she pulls me right into a tight hug. I squeeze back, holding on as long as I can. Eventually she untangles herself from me and kisses my forehead. 

“I’ve missed you.” She murmurs, holding me back at the shoulders. 

“I wish we could see each other more.” 

Her hands drop, one taking mine instead. I took this for granted at sea, being with each other publicly, without any fears. “Let’s go for a walk.” She said instead. 

We took the long way around the gardens. The silence felt tense for once, normally it was comfortable - easy. 

“Mother wants me to start meeting suitors.” I said, my voice low. I saw Tamar’s shoulders tense. 

“How do you feel about that?” She replied. 

I stopped and turned to face her. “What do you think?” 

“How am I supposed to know?” Maybe the hurt showed through my eyes because her eyes softened and she wrapped me up in another hug. “We knew this would happen.”

“I’ll fight it. I’ll find a way.” She hummed, like she didn’t believe me, but I would. I would find a way to get out of this, somehow. 

“I’m jealous.” 

That came as a surprise. It shouldn’t have. 

“Why?” I regretted the question as soon as it left my lips. “Nevermind.” I said quickly, covering my tracks. “What do you want to show me?” 

She placed a soft kiss on my lips before taking my hand again and smiling, dragging me towards the stables. We stood around the outside edge, in the shadows, watching the fights. We quietly placed bets on the fighters - I lost a fair bit of money, not that it really mattered to me. It reminded me of the Volkvolny - and she knew it. 

“Think any of them would fight me?” I asked. 

She laughed, “Not if they know who you are.” 

“Let’s get Genya to tailor me.” I said, my practically bouncing on my feet. “Tomorrow.” 

“And how are we going to explain who you are?” 

“I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.” 

“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge. I took a quick look around, nobody was paying attention, and dragged her to a corner. 

“Anyone can see.” She hissed “I know this place better than anyone.” I winked at her before dragging her off to a hidden corner on the grounds. 

I made Tamar a lot of money the next night, and pissed Tolya off. He figured it out after the first three fights, and dragged me back towards the Grand Palace, Tamar laughing her ass off in tow. Thankfully, she healed me, and nobody was none the wiser that they got their ass kicked by the Princess of Ravka. 

-- 

A party was thrown at the Grand Palace in honor of Nikolai’s birthday, and the Queen took it as an excuse to arrange some suitors to come visit. Tamar was on guard in the corner, the Sun Summoner attending. I faked some smiles, a few gentle touches on arms here and there. Too many dances with grubby hands. I was dancing with the son of a wealthy Kerch merchant when his hand drifted a bit too low. I firmly moved it back onto my waist, but caught Tamar’s face out of the corner of my eye - the look in her eyes made me gulp. She didn’t see me watching her, her eyes were narrowed on the man in front of me, waiting a few seconds too long before roaming the room again. I tried to catch her eye several times, even tried to stand next to her at one point, but it’s like she sensed me coming and moved before I could get close. I couldn’t fight the hurt and anger that slowly built up inside me. I’d go see her later tonight. I had too. 

I didn’t get that chance. Nikolai and I barely escaped with our lives - and I had the honor of dragging Baghra out of her cave. I fought in the infantry too, I thought I knew war, but shadow monsters that can’t be killed are something else entirely. The Darkling had changed the playing field completely, we were caught off guard, caught by surprise. I should have felt bad about Vasily being ripped to pieces, and part of me did, but the other was so angry that he put everything at risk for his own vanity, that I didn’t have space in my heart to mourn for him. 

I went back with him that night, and I saw no sign of her, no sign of anyone, just bodies littering the ground. No survivors in sight. I vomited that night for hours. Hidden away from everyone. She had to be alive, had to. I felt it, I would know if she was dead. Maybe it’s fake hope, but I clung to it like a lifeline. 

-- 

I didn’t expect anything special when Nikolai returned from the raid, he’d gone many times, and this is the one I decided to sit out, having been injured on the last. Of course the one I miss is the one Tamar showed up at. He conveniently forgot to tell me she’d been spotted at one of the smuggling stations. 

“I thought of you every day.” I said between kisses, hidden in one of many back hallways. 

“I did too.” She replied. 

“If you still want me.” Tamar went to interrupt, but I held up one hand. “Now that Nikolai’s King. There’s nothing stopping us.” 

Her head lowered, mouth moving to graze my ear. She didn’t answer my question directly. “Every time one of those men would put a hand on you. Every time you had to flirt back. I thought I'd explode.” She pushed me towards the wall, my back pressed against the stone cold. Tamar moved slowly, her hand tracing the side of my face, I leaned into her touch. “I couldn’t think of you the last few months. The idea that you might be dead. It was too painful.” 

I tilted my head to meet her eyes. “I knew you’d be alive.” I saw the confusion on her face. “I would’ve felt it if you died.” I held a hand up to my heart. It might be the cheesiest thing I've ever said, but the small smile on her face was worth it. I couldn’t handle it any longer, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in, pulled her into the kiss I’d been waiting months for. 

Baby Talk

WARNING: Infantilization, slight cursing, implied sexual acts, it get really fucking weird the longer you read.

Ship: TMNT Boys (Bayverse) x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: This is if you talked to the boys in a baby voice. (I had the idea after bullying my brother's boyfriend with the baby voice and watching him get pissed, but then my brother did the same shit and he calmed down, I thought it was funny.)

Leonardo:

Doesn't like it. He feels like your talking to him like he's some cute puppy instead of your boyfriend, he's your man not your child. It irks him, but he doesn't get mad or anything, just a little pissy. He'll laugh and give you an irritated smile, he does his best to tolerate it because it's you but it still rubs him the wrong way. He doesn't want to tell you to stop because he likes that you find him attractive enough to be defined as "cute", it's just that "cute" wasn't what he was going for. He was going for more of a strong protector type of vibe, not a kitten you found in the alley which is how he feels.

If you do it for long enough, he'll just fucking snap and show how adult he can be. He loves you, but he can only deal with so much shit, he gonna shut that shit down. I hope you enjoy you "punishment" because for as long as you did that to him, he's gonna make you suffer for the same amount of time. ;)

Raphael:

For him, it depends on if you're in public or not. Because the baby talk is embarrassing and he knows that if his brother caught you doing that shit to him they would for sure tease him about it. If it's just the two of you alone and you do it, he likes it. Not specifically the baby talk itself but he likes the praise and affection that come with it. Sure you're calling him a "cutie-patootie" in a high pitched voice, but you're also cupping his face and showering him with face kisses and telling him how good he is for you and that you love him. This man is fine with you treating him like a dog if it's in private. Yes he is metaphorically on a leash, but you are literally giving him head scratches and calling him a "Good Boy" and honestly that's the life, isn't it? He doesn't really like being told what to do by Leo as leader because he so controlling, but when someone as hot as you does it, how could he not listen? When he listens to you there is a reward, and that reward come in many different forms of affection from cuddling to fucking.  

It's funny when he acts like he doesn't like it because one second he'll be like "Stop it, it's dumb." And when you stop he'll act like a puppy and beg by resting his chin on you and giving you a look. All he really wants is you to touch him, scratch his shell or kiss his face, he loves that the best.

Donatello:

He doesn't particularly like it, but he doesn't hate it either, he sees it more like an opportunity. He thinks it's silly and just ignores you as you just casually pet him and call him cute, but he wants to see for how long and how weird it can get. You're calling him a cutie and giving him head pats now, but how long does it take for you to just start rubbing your face against his and calling him names that aren't even words like "Snuggle-buggles". When it gets that weird, he'll start getting weird too.

He's a scientist, naturally he wants to know more about things that he doesn't understand, that thing being you. Sure he knows about general information about humans from book and the internet, but he wants to know you. The way you smell, the way the softest parts of you feel against his scaly hands, every detail of your iris up close. He wants to hold you close and not let go until he feel satisfied with feeling up every inch of you from playing with your hair to inspecting whats between your thighs, he wants it all.

He wants to know how weird you’re willing to get to get back the affection you have been giving. He doesn't do this on a regular basis because he doesn't want to scare you, he wants you to think of him as normal, he wants you to forget that he's not human by acting more “normal”, but the thing is is that he's not, he probably the weirdest out of all of the turtles.

When he gets this chance to just be weird with you, he gets you to sit on his lap or on a high up surface like a table and rests his head on the nook of your neck. You could be petting his shell or kissing his head, and not to say that he doesn't enjoy it, but he's not really paying attention to your actions. He's breathing in your scent, his hands are under your shirt just roaming and feeling up your sides and the small of your back. At some point he might bite you or something as he squeezes you thighs. It's just two weirdos doing some weird-ass cuddling and when you guys are done he'll act like nothing happen and that it's totally normal. If you ask about it or ask if it was weird or not, he'll remind you that you started it in the first place.

Michelangelo:

This man fucking loves it, eats that shit up all the fucking time. He'll even ask for it! He'll ask you to do things for him and his excuse is that "but I'm Baby". He is just laying down using you as a pillow as you pet him and tell him he's cute. You are basically making his dreams come true because noting is better than someone hot papering him. With every word of praise that slips from your lips he snuggles closer to you. He jokes that if he is ever crying that you should treat him like a baby and put your tiddies in his mouth, (don't matter what your gender is everyone has nips, if you have nips you got tiddies).

Just don't start calling him pet names that don't exist because he'll do it back and it will become war. You calling him a Snuggle-butt Beefcake? He's calling you a, Angel-loving Sweet Lemon. Just don't do it, it's only going to get weirder and weirder until at some point your calling him "Surfer's Wet Dream" and he's calling you "Pan Fried Rice".

Catch My Drift Character Moodboards! 🏁

so with every new character mentioned i’ll release their respective mood board and background summary! as of now there’s only reader, bakugo and mina. i’ve decided to do it in this format so that way when a new character is mentioned you can click on their name and it’ll take you to this page!

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:

reader info:

age: 24

gender: female

height: 5’5

background:

reader is a well known underground racer. her father is a well known businessman but he’s corrupt in the sense that he basically runs the illegal racing scene. only close friends know of her father. mother won’t be mentioned. reader has been in the racing scene since 19 when she was detained at a meet by the police. (doesn’t contradict the whole never been caught thing because reader wasn’t racing, she was placing bets which is illegal) father got her out of it bc if he’s corrupt then obviously some of the police are too. her father taught her how to race and she’s been practicing since. she’s a part of a group called Rule 1. it consists of 6 racers, 2 flag girls and 2 mechanics. the group are infamous in the racing scene. they don’t necessarily have enemies or rivals they just stick to their own clique. mina is readers best friend a long with shinsou. readers styling throughout the fic is heavily based on xtina, beyoncé cira 2000, paris hilton in an mv bling type of way & aaliyah.

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝:

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝:

bakugo info

age: 26

height: 5’9

gender: male

background: didn’t come from wealth like reader did. he made his money from racing. started actually racing at 23 but before that he was a mechanic. quickly gained attention from other racers and groups. has many offers to join groups but never actually joins. prefers to race alone. little sister w an illness & his mom can’t afford to pay the hospital bills without risking getting evicted. he races for them (and makes more than enough money to take care of them financially. im not sure what his style is yet but leaning towards classy street style ?? looks put together but with baggy clothes. he’s a very cocky person. not in a group but has 3 loyal friends who also race and they’re in a group together (V8 Visions). kirishima and midoriya. both trying to convince him to join but bakugo brushes them off. he’s definitely still loud mouthed and sassy but he’s a little bit calmer. doesn’t yell too too much. he curses way more instead.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝:

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝:

mina info

age: 25

height: 5’6

gender: female

background: mina is not a racer. she knows the basics but she can’t imagine herself behind the wheel. she’s a well known and loved flag girl along with scotty (she’s more of a background character so she will not be getting a moodboard). she is one of the 10 members of “Rule 1”. mina grew up with money, even more money than reader. her parents are both wealthy businessmen. they were never really present in her life growing up. it caused her to act out for their attention but all they did was throw money at the problem. due to that she’s a wildcard. extremely cheerful and outgoing. her parents don’t know she’s a member of rule 1. she doesn’t have a significant other BUT kirishima will be her love interest even tho they’re from opposing groups. social butterfly but keeps her clique small. she’s been rule 1’s flag girl since she turned 21. her and reader are inseparable and practically glued to the hip. they’re more like sisters than best friends.

He Loves Me Not

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 910

Summary: Dean is giving you the cold shoulder... why? 

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope you like it!

Dean grunted as you tightly wrapped a bandage around his arm. He fixed you with a death glare and you tried not to flinch. If looks could kill, the piercing green stare that was on you would have made your heart stop beating in the blink of an eye. You had to take that grunt as a ‘thanks’ because just then the hunter got up from the arm of the couch and stalked off to his room, leaving you there to stare at his retreating back. Each step that led him further away from you felt like a stab in your heart, because you felt things about him. Things that you weren’t necessarily proud of, but things that were there nonetheless, and they made your skin tingle at the barest brush of skin on skin. You heard Sam clear his throat from behind you and you shook your head to clear your brain, tearing your eyes away from the long-closed door of Dean’s room. You turned to face the younger Winchester, who had his eyebrows raised in a silent inquiry.

“What is it?” you asked him, feeling your cheeks redden under his gaze, and you fought to keep control of your voice. Sam tilted his head in the direction of Dean’s bedroom. “You and Dean. I know that the way he’s been acting is bothering you, it’s clear as crystal. I know how you feel about him,” he said. “You... you know? Is it that obvious?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew there was no reason in denying your feelings about Dean; not to Sam and definitely not to yourself. Sam nodded. “Everybody but Dean knows,” he said.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. For God’s sake, you were a hunter; you couldn’t have a panic attack if Sam and Cas knew about your love life -or lack thereof. “Why is he acting this way though?” you blurted out just as Sam was about to turn around and start his research on anything that would be any help with finishing the current case. “Why is he treating me like I’m trash? I’m only here to help you the way you two helped me,” you sighed.

“I think he’s just jealous. You show up out of nowhere, you’re a top-notch hunter, you know how to do stuff. Don’t worry; he’ll adjust. Plus... I’m sure he likes you too. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.” “Not acting like a bastard would be good to begin with,” you muttered under your breath, and Sam gave you an apologetic smile. “You’ll get to that,” he said, and left to start the research that would bring you one step closer to finding out more about the monsters hot on your tail but would not make you understand Dean’s reasons for acting like he hated your guts.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed that night had fallen, and Sam had long exited the room to go to sleep. The ever-vigilant hunter part of you that was half-asleep barely registered a bedroom door open and close as Dean walked into the living room. His eyes met yours and it was as if you had been doused with ice water. You jolted to your feet immediately and tried hard not to look flustered. “Dean,” you acknowledged him with a nod, quickly looking away and avoiding meeting his eyes. “Y/n,” he said, and his deep voice was surprisingly gentle. It had always been gruff when directed towards you, dismissive but not less attractive. Now that his voice was soft and almost tender, it practically sent shivers down your spine.

“What is it?” you asked him, and you were surprised when you felt fingers gently stroke your chin and life your head up so that your gaze met Dean’s green eyes. “I heard what you and Sam were talking about a couple of hours ago,” he stated, and you felt another blush rush to your cheeks. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel that way. That was never my intention. I was just... protecting myself in the completely wrong way. What Sammy said was true. I do like you,” he confessed, biting his plump lower lip and drawing your gaze straight down to the path his teeth and tongue made. It was obvious that he’d noticed you looking as he leaned down to reach your height and pressed his lips on yours.

God, those lips combined with those skills should be illegal, you thought, and that was as far as that train of thought went, because he had pushed you back down on the couch and he was kissing you so roughly and with so much abandon that it made your heart beat so fast it felt like it would break out of your ribcage. The heated kisses gradually slowed down to gentler, loving ones that allowed you both to explore each other. Eventually, he pulled away, out of breath, and his gaze met yours for one more time, only this time you didn’t flinch away. His pupils were blown wide with lust, almost completely covering the bright green of his irises, and you were mesmerised. “So you go from insulting me to kissing me senseless?” you teasingly managed to say in-between gasping breaths. Dean just winked at you. “Yep,” he said with a dazzling grin. “But I sure plan on just doing the latter from now on.”

As Long As Adventure Calls

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x reader

Word Count: 708

Summary: The Doctor is being unusually silent and the reader wonders what’s bothering him. The answer is unexpected, and so are the results.

Warnings:

A/N: I hope you like it!~

The Doctor was silent today. Silence usually wasn’t his forte, but today he was lost in the darkest recesses of his ever-whirring mind.

You hadn’t disturbed him, but you were worried. He had never been so silent before, at least not for as long as you’d known him, which was about a year and a half now if your calculations were correct.

After approximately half a day, you just couldn’t take the silence any more.

“What’s wrong?” you asked the Doctor, and he looked up, meeting your inquisitive gaze with his intense brown one. Even now, after so long, the weight of his gaze startled you. It was old, and full of memories and guilt and so many emotions that churned behind his always-calm façade if you knew where to look.

“There’s nothing wrong,” he said, eyes sparkling with life and mouth tilting upwards in a smile.

You frowned, not believing him. “There is something bothering you. I don’t know what it is, but it is something, and it must be important for you to be that quiet and thoughtful all day long,” you said, and this time he didn’t try to contradict you. You watched, heart breaking slowly, as the smile fell off his face to be replaced by tightly pursed lips, and his eyes lost their lively brightness. He looked tired, lost, defeated. For one moment, you caught a glimpse of exactly how old he was. Every year, every thought and memory and burden he had to carry was evident in the slight slump of his shoulders and the extinguished spark in his eyes.

His loss of control was momentary, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment. He was his normal, thoughtful, self just half a second later.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Y/n,” he said with a sigh.

“You’ve been with me for so long -and don’t get me wrong, I love it; I love every single second of it. Every exhilarating adventure we’ve been through has brought me joy and all the seconds we spend together are some of the very best of my entire life. But… if there is one thing I know for certain it’s that every single good thing in life ends. Everyone leaves in the end, no matter how many times they say they’re going to stay. I was wondering… when our time would be over,” he said, sadly looking at you.

You were speechless. Had he really been thinking of all that? And could he honestly think that after all those wonderful things you two had gone through, you would just leave him?

You shook your head. “Doctor, no… Don’t think that way. I won’t leave. Our time isn’t over; not yet. I’ll be here to go on adventures with you for as long as adventures will be there to go on. I promise. I could never leave you,” you say, looking at him with wide, honest, eyes and willing him to understand that you would never willingly give up on him.

He could see the honesty in your eyes. He really wanted to believe you, and in the end that side won.

“Thank you,” he said truthfully. “Thank you for not discarding my worries aside. You care about me the same way I care about you,” he said, taking a few steps closer to you and grasping your hand in his.

“Doctor…” you muttered, and something in his eyes made you want to continue with your spree of truthfulness.

“You can’t care for me the same way I do for you, because… I love you. I love you so much,” you confessed. You didn’t know how to feel about your confession. Part of you wanted to turn the clock backwards and take those words back but the larger, more insistent part of you told you to wait and see.

“You do?” he asked incredulously, and you were surprised to see his eyes light up with a million sparks when you nodded. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours in an eager kiss that made your heart melt in a puddle at your feet.

“That’s a wonderful thing! Because I love you too! And also because we have an adventure waiting!” the Doctor said, his eyes gleaming eagerly.

“Allons-y!”

What Was Lost —  Pt 1 (Jaskier x Reader) || Witcher

A/N: Okay so i started writing this and it was superrrr long, so i decided to split it into two. The second part will come out tomorrow, don’t you worry. Anyway, this is yet another entry for @thewitcherbingo​ so I hope everyone enjoys! Also, this was based on a post in the witcher tag that is linked below :)

Summary: Y/N, a famous bard, is cursed by a sorceress and loses her voice, leaving her only hope to get it back with the famous Witcher and her rival, Jaskier.

(based on this post)

Bingo Square Filled: Rivalry

Warnings: mentions of loss, grief, death, sex, drinking all the good stuff lmao; also fluff and angst!!

Word Count: 2,257

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

(Pt 2)

Loss was not something you were unfamiliar with.

Keep reading

Play Along (Smut)

Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be

A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns

Main Master-List

Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.

Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.

“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.

From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.

“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.

“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.

A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”

He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”

“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.

“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.

“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”

“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.

“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”

Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”

“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.

A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later”

Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.

“When do we leave?”

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Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.

The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.

A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”

Pulling his own intercom from his ear, Bucky let out a sigh. “Hydra used to loan The Winter Soldier out to do freelance work… a way to keep a steady floor of money without using the governments” he leaned over pulling Y/N’s intercom out from her ear as well. “I met Emilia on a loan out both of us were doing. She was going to work from the inside and I was gonna work from the outside making sure she was clear…. Hydra thought we worked so well together that they kept loaning me to her on missions.”

He groaned before fully turning to face Y/N, “Listen… we are both professional agents so I’m just gonna be straight with you L/N. Emilia and The Winter Soldier used to be an item among the Assassin and Ghost community. So when this train lands in Strasbourg we have to be all in 100% to this… we were very….” he struggled with the words to describe the strange relationship.

“Physically forward” Y/N guessed

“For lack of a better word, yes”

“Is that how Clint knows?” she cocked her eyebrow

He nodded before placing his intercom back in his ear. “Something like that”

Following Bucky’s actions. “Did you two have a nice conversation?” Clint’s voice hummed.

“So what was she like?” Y/N moved her head to look back out the window.

“Forward” Bucky immediately shot back

“Is that gonna be our word of the day?” Y/N smirked before letting her thoughts trail for a moment, “If you two were so widely known, are we sure that I’ll pass as Emilia?”

“We’ve got you covered Y/N” Natasha's voice followed in her ear along with the clicking of a keyboard “We wiped all previously known images of Emilia from all possible databases, they’ll have to go with it.”

“Thanks Nat.” “Just doing my job…” Y/N could feel Natasha’s smirk “ we’ll touch base with the two of you in a few days about what to do next. For now, get to the hotel and establish yourselves.” With those last words Natasha and Clint clicked off the intercoms leaving Buck and Y/N by themselves as the train approached its destination. Standing from his spot, Bucky grabbed down both of their bags from the overhead holder before handing one off to Y/N.

“Oof.” she groaned “What did you pack?” she readjusted her grip to hold the bag with one hand,

“The basics” he pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself before he slipped them on before he took Y/N’s free hand in his leading them off of the train and onto the platform.

Looking around at the platform Y/N took in her surroundings before leaning over to Bucky, “You’ve got fans.” she hummed motioning over to a pack of men seated at the small cafe, they kept looking between her and Bucky, then other to the exit of the platform.

Unlacing his hand from hers, he slung his arm over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “The true welcome for wanted assassins” Y/N smiled chuckling.

“If we leave, are they gonna follow us?” She bent her knees slightly to set the bag she held on the ground before she turned her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck still smiling.

“More than likely.” He glanced around pulling her closer to his form.

“I suppose we have to play along with everything now don’t we?” she leaned up to his ear. “Let the games begin” she unwrapped herself from his form going back to pick up her bag “So what are the chances we get to the hotel without a fight” she laced her free hand back into his.

“About a fifty-fifty chance.” Bucky pulled her towards the exit watching as the group of men stood up from their spot, walking towards them. “Make that thirty-seventy” he glanced over his shoulder,

“How about twenty-eighty” Y/N gripped his hand a bit tighter motioning to the two men who walked directly in front of them.

Gripping her hand back, neither of them said a word as the group of men that surrounded them, brought them to an SUV.

“Is this really necessary?” Bucky huffed as they stopped in front of the vehicle.

“Just get in the car” one man said, taking the bags from Bucky and Y/N’s hands, before Bucky could comment back, Y/N opened the door to the car.

“Oh come on Soldier. What's a little fun?” she chuckled getting into the SUV, with his eyes still trained on the man Bucky climbed into the car.

The two sat in silence snuggled close to one another as Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “You know Barnes, I don’t think I’ve seen you be this touchy with anyone. Even at office parties” she mumbled

“Like I said, very forward…” he hummed. “So did you get a chance to look at how many cars there are?”

“one car in front, two behind,” she tucked herself further into Bucky’s side. “Who did you piss off the last time you were here?”

“That's… a very long list, at least we’re heading to the right hotel” he looked down at Y/N’s hand as he took it in his hand. “Who do we have to thank for the escort?” he spoke to the driver and passenger, never taking his eyes off of Y/N’s hand.

He was only met with silence as the car pulled up to the hotel. Getting out of the car first, the men who had followed them formed almost like a pathway into the hotel, stepping out first Bucky held his hand out for Y/N to help her out.

“Go inside and go to the second conference room to the left” one of the men said.

“And if we don’t?” Bucky challenged

“Go inside” He repeated before Bucky pulled Y/N into his side as they walked into the hotel following the instructions of the goons.

As they approached the conference room Y/N stopped Bucky’s hand before he could open the door.

“What if we’re being made?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she whispered her grip on Bucky’s arm tightening

“We haven’t” he placed a hand over hers

“But what if we’re about to be and whoever this is knows what the real Emilia is like” she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Y/N we’ll be fine” he gave her a soft smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder “You ready?” Y/N nodded to him, as he opened the door.

Creeping into the room, they were met with a chuckle.

“Emilia Carver, I haven’t seen you since you were just a girl.” the voice called.

Eyes flying to the front of the room, they landed on a woman, older, graying dark hair, and cold eyes.

“Dorthy” Y/N breathed out, Bucky’s eyes flickered between Y/N and the woman.

“You know Dorthy Underwood?” Bucky looked between the two.

“Now, now you’re not the only person I’ve been in contact with.” Dottie stood from her spot. “Like I said I haven’t seen her since I was a girl.” walking over to Y/N she pulled her into a hug “I hear my Goddaughter is in town and you think I’m not gonna pay you a visit” she squeezed her shoulders “Now let me take a look at you” pulled away she examined Y/N.

“My Emilia I haven’t seen you since you were ten and now look at you” she took a strand of Y/N’s hair and twirled it around her finger “Such a sophisticated looking young lady, I hope you’ve been treating her well Soldier” Dottie glanced over to Bucky “Because if I hear that you’ve been mistreating my goddaughter, I would be very very unhappy” Bucky stiffened his stance

“He’s treating me just fine” Y/N smiled, eyeing Bucky “I assume you sent the escort, you scared the crap out of us”

“Oh my dear didn’t mean too, now go relax” she turned her attention back to Y/N “I hope the two of you don’t mind I upgraded your room” she smiled. Letting Y/N walk back over to Bucky “The two of you are here on business?” “Yes.” Bucky took Y/N’s hand back in his hand, squeezing it tightly “You as well?” He watched as Dottie nodded “My Emilia would you give me and the Soldier a moment please?”

Stepping out into the hallway Y/N made a mental note to tell Clint and Natasha of Dottie’s presents the next time they spoke.

Watching as Y/N left, Bucky turned his attention back to Dottie who walked over to him. “I mean what I said, just because I haven’t seen her since she was a girl doesn’t mean I don’t still care for Emilia, as I said she is my goddaughter after all” she took the time to look over Bucky’s attire, the classic half leather jacket/vest he donned, she reached up to fix the collar of his jacket. “I know of your relationship with my Goddaughter, how you two have your public relations and your interests together, all I ask… not while I’m in the hotel” she pulled on his collar. “I know that I can’t stop the two of you from whatever it is you want to do” she let go of his jacket walking back over to the other side of the table “but I am always aware…” she motioned to the door that he could go.

As he opened the door to join Y/N in the hallway Dottie called out to him “I hope the two of you will join me for dinner at some point” before he closed the door and led Y/N over to the elevators.

One of the men from before closed on the elevator for them before he spoke “Floor 14” before the door opened and Bucky and Y/N stepped in.

As soon as the doors closed and the two were alone Bucky signaled for Y/N to be quite before he pulled a small device out from his pocket and scanned around the elevator before he stopped it.

“How the fuck do you know Dorthy Underwood?” He turned to Y/N.

“I’ve read the Shield files on her. Did you know that she was Emilia’s Godmother?” Bucky shook his head “Do you think she’s gonna be an issue?” “I hope not, our records show she had no history with the target but we’ll have Nat and Clint double check…. When we get to the room we have to do a bug sweep” Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“This is Emilia’s godmother. Do you really think she’d bug the room?”

“We’re not in the Shield room anymore, besides she's not the only one in the hotel who could be watching us.” Bucky moved to press the button to start the elevator back up.

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After an hour-long sweep of the hotel room, they had found two bugs they couldn’t rid the room of. A microphone and camera placed all the way up on the chandelier of the room. It wasn’t easy pretending to look for bugs the camera noticed but somehow Bucky and Y/N did it.

Relaxing back onto the couch, her legs bend into it as she got cozy, Y/N smiled for the camera signaling over to Bucky, pulling him to her, her hands roamed his chest as she leaned into his ear

“We need to have Nat and Clint track back the bugs, maybe they could disable the mic and put the camera on a loop” she whispered, Bucky let out a chuckle as one of his hand moved to hold her waist and the other went to gently rub circles on with his thumb on her thigh that rested closest to him.

“What you don’t wanna play along anymore Y/N” he joked leaning into her neck,

“I mean unless you wanna play so far along you have to fake fuck me” Bucky’s movement against her thigh came to a halt “Bucky?” she whispered again “Please tell me tha-”

“Like I said Y/N” his voice became so low Y/N could barely hear it “Very public relations” he moved to look her in the eyes.

“Even if there were bugs in the room?!” she quietly shrieked, he just nodded. Y/N let out a small groan resting her forehead against Bucky’s “Its just faking it right?” Bucky nodded again before he spoke.

“We don’t have to Y/N” he started “He cou-”

“No, we gotta make sure this is believable right?” she cut him off

“Y/N…” he grumbled “You have to understand the stuff we would do…. It…” he paused “It could be a lot, and I don’t wanna hurt y-”

Taking his face in her hands, Y/N’s fingers danced along his jaw as she pulled him into a heated kiss shifting to straddle his lap. Pulling away from his reddened lips she leaned back to his ear “I’m an adult Buck, I’ll tell you if it becomes too much” Bucky nodded before recapturing her lips in his.

His hands continued to roam her body before hovering just above her ass as they continued their heated makeout. Y/N pulled her lips from his before moving to kiss down his neck “you know you can squeeze it if you want” she mumbled “If we’re faking this, we might as well give the camera a show”

Taking her word for it, his calloused hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, gripping onto it for dear life as she kissed her way down his neck leaving an array of hickeys in her wake.

Letting out a groan as he heard Y/N lips part from his skin, Bucky moved one hand to hold her by the small of her back and the other to wrap around her leg before he stood.

Letting out a squeak, Y/N kept her face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck sucking a deep purple spot onto it.

Making his way over to the bed, Bucky paused just before his knees hit the edge before he turned around to sit back down, “Do you like this shirt?” he mumbled onto Y/N’s skin.

“What?” she hummed without paying attention.

“Do you like this shirt?” he watched as Y/N struggled to answer the question

“It- it's a shirt I don’t really know ho-” before she could finish his hands reached up to the top collar of her shirt before his grip tightened and ripped it down the back.

Letting out a gasp Y/N recoiled from Bucky’s neck gripping onto the fabric that now struggled to stay upon her shoulders. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts before she looked at Bucky with a smile on her face struggling off the shirt, leaving her in her bra before she dove back to him, capturing his lips.

Had she known she’d be having fake sex with her hot co-worker she at least would have worn something other than her granny panties and her ratty travel bra.

Placing a hand on her back, Bucky flipped Y/N over so her back was rested on the bed before he started to strip away at his own clothes as Y/N discarded the rest of her’s. She turned to crawl upwards to the headboard, and so she could hide the blush that covered her face knowing that it would only intensify watching Bucky strip.

She was halfway to the head board before she felt the mattress dip and a cool hand on her waist, turning she was met with the casual smirk that rested upon Bucky’s lips. Which were now red and swollen from how hard the two had been kissing before.

Pulling her in for another kiss, Y/N shifted so her back once again rested on the bed before Bucky pulled away, grabbing a cover from the bed and pulling it over the two of them. He moved to her ear whispering softly. “I’m gonna pinch your waist, and that's when your gonna-”

She cut him off “Oh Mr. Winter Soldier sir, you’re so big” she laughed in a fake high pitched voice.

He laughed, dipping his head down to her neck. Her arms wrapped around his form, one going to hold his shoulder and the other to the base of his neck. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Y/N let out a small moan for the camera before burying her face into his neck. Bucky followed after letting out a groan as he started to shift to make it look like the bed was moving ever so slightly.

This motion continued for a few moments before Bucky let out a frustrated groan in Y/N’s ear.

“Buck are yo-”

“Don’t talk Y/N” he mumbled

“Bu-” she tried to continue

“Fuck it!” he hummed “I’m just gonna fuck you” his voice deepened

“What?!” she shifted

“Y/N, I like you… and this” he groaned again at the thought “Do you like me too because I really like you and I would be lying to myself if I said that I haven’t thought of beneath me like this but if you don’t like me and I have to continue to fake this then-”

“James.” she stopped him moving to hold his jaw “I trust you” she smiled widely.

“Great” before either of them could utter another word Bucky’s head dipped down to devour her lips as his hand moved to tear away at her bra and panties. Earning another gasp from Y/N, taking the opportunity at hand Bucky’s tongue explored Y/N’s mouth. A low moan came from the Bucky as he took in everything.

Her body.

Her scent.

Her taste.

Everything.

One hand was brought up to cup her face as the cool metal of the other trailed down between her legs, lightly ghosting over her heat before they slowly circled her clit.

Letting out a breathless moan Y/N’s hands gripped at Bucky’s shoulder.

“Buck please…” she whined into their kiss “I need you” she pulled away to rest her head against his.

Letting out a chuckle he nodded, moving to sit up he slid his boxers down, allowing Y/N to throw the remains of her bra and panties from the bed. As soon as Bucky had thrown his boxers off he leaned back down, attacking Y/N’s neck, and teasing her heat. Letting her slick coat his dick before he whispered in his ear.

“Remember what I said earlier, if its too much-” She shook her head “I believe those were my words” she hummed placing a light peck upon his lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing soldier”

A smile graced his lips as he bent back down to support his weight on one arm before he guided himself into her entrance, slowly.

Groans and moans filled the air as they adjusted to the new feeling each was given. Y/N’s hands squeezed at Bucky’s shoulders as she tried to relax onto his size, and Bucky’s head hung low kissing along Y/N’s neck as he was overcome with the feeling of plush and warmth.

“Are you okay” he kissed the shell of her ear as she nodded “Are you sure”

“Y-yeah” she stuttered “You-....You’re just…. A lot” she hummed trying to form words, she could feel Bucky smile against her skin as one of her hands moved to tangle her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. She would never tell this to Bucky’s face but she almost missed his long hair… the thought of gripping onto it as he made her feel euphoric.

“Y/N?” she was pulled out of her haze when Bucky whispered her name, lightly kissing along her jaw. “Are you still with me Sugar?”

A smile overtook her lips at the nickname before she spoke. “I’ve never been better” she pulled him back in for a kiss.

Growing bold, she moved her legs from framing his waist to wrapping around it and locking at the ankles before she pulled him even closer, allowing him to bottom out.

“Fuck!” ripped itself from Bucky’s throat as he pulled away from their kiss resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you….you” he chuckled slowly, almost painfully pulled his hips back from her before snapping them back into her.

Moans tore out from both of their mouths as he rocked back and forth into Y/N, her grip at his waist tightening with every thrust. His metal arm rested her hip bone lightly holding it down as the other went to tangle itself into the hair at Y/N scalp lightly tugging at it.

“If I had know… that fake fucking… Oh SHIT!” Y/N moaned as his vibranium hand moved from her hip to circle her clit.

“You were saying Sugar?” he smirked with a shit eating grin

“Fuck Bucky!” she moved to bury her head into the crook of his neck “Oh god Buck, don’t… god don’t stop please” she whined into his neck.

“I don’t intend to do” he kissed the side of his head, resting his head against hers.

Y/N’s feet moved to unlock her ankles before sliding down to his ass, feeling, guiding him as he fucked into her. As if she could pull him even closer if it were possible.

As Bucky’s actions continued his thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his end, moving his hand to pinch at Y/N’s clit a scream ripped from her throat.

“I wanna feel you Sugar” he hummed as Y/N let her orgasm wash over her, Bucky moaned feeling the way her body shuddered beneath him as her heat clenched around his dick before his end overtook him as he gave one more thrust into Y/N.

Pulling his face away from her, he moved his hand from her hair to cup her jaw, prying her away from his shoulder. He entangled their lips into a soft kiss, allowing both of them to slowly come down from their highs before he pulled out of her and collapsed at her side. His arms moved to wrap around her waist tugging her into his body he continued to kiss down her neck and shoulders as Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders to steady her racing head. She chuckled.

“What were you gonna say earlier Sugar?” he hummed as he kissed back up her shoulders and neck.

Moving to rest her head against his chest she snuggled into him before she whispered “Well I was going to say, if I had known that a mission like this would lead to fake fucking, lead to real fucking… I would have requested a mission like this from Fury a while ago”

He laughed, moving to adjust a few pillows under their heads.

“I hope whoever’s listening and watching had as much fun of a time as we did” Y/N laughed at his words before her eye’s closed, as she drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to himself Bucky traced a pattern along Y/N shoulder as she slept, chuckling before he too closed his eyes. His final thought before sleep overtook him was that this was going to be an interesting mission after all.

Balto's Sister Ch.1: The Big Race

Ch.2

"3 mile marker!" Balto exclaims in excitement as he pulls Boris up onto the railing of the balcony we've climbed onto.

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Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Luko, I'm a wolf/ husky mix like my brother Balto. I have black fur, and two white patches on my face, one above each eye.

I live in Nome, Alaska with Balto, the whole town seems to hate him because he's part wolf. I don't live with my brother though, he lives too far away, so I live in the town, usually with my friend Jenna, or under a building; no one knows that Balto and I are siblings though, probably because of how different we look.

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"Come on Boris, we can cut around the back and watch the end of the race!" I hear Balto voice in excitement as he ignores Boris' complaining.

We both proceed to jump from balcony to balcony until we reach a clothes line, to which I choose to travel by ground whilst Balto continues via buildings. I've never really liked traveling on the ground, but it's safer than whatever the heck Balto does.

Anyways, I jump off the balcony into the fresh, powdery snow, and take off down the alley, dodging the trash on both sides until I see the crowds of people who have gathered around to watch the end of the race. I can hear the sound of a sled team's paw steps eating up the ground as they sprint at full speed to the finish line; I see a flare going off, and someone shouting it's the two mile mark.

Now I'm really excited, I weave through the crowd quickly as I want to see if a different team will win this time; all the other races, Steele always wins, and I'd like to see some change. Of course this is mainly because Steele and his group are always mean to Balto, and that really gets to me most of the time while Balto on the other hand manages to keep his anger in check.

I continue through the crowds and soon spot my favorite human, Rosie, and she's with Jenna. I jump in happiness as I practically bound over to them in joy; they're the only two that don't hold it against me that I'm a wolf, and for that I will always be grateful.

However as I get closer I see two other dogs that both hate me, and they made it clear that they didn't like me when I first met them; so as I try to slowly sink away back into the shadows, Jenna spots me, and barks out,

"Hey Luko! Want to join me, Rosie just got a new sled!" I look over, swallowing my irritation towards the other two dogs, striding over to Jenna with confidence. As soon as I reach them the other two look at me in slight disgust and quickly say a goodbye to Jenna before walking off. I shake my head in annoyance, but I quickly calm down since we're in public.

"Thank God you came to see the race, If you hadn't, I might've been stuck with those two for the rest of the day!" Jenna states in relief as she looks over to me.

"Yah, I'm just glad I spotted you, you looked like you were about to die of annoyance when you were with them." I bark back as I let out a little laugh at the end of my sentence.

"Hey, where's Balto, usually you two always watch the race together?" Jenna voices her confusion as she looks around to see if she missed him.

"Oh, I don't like Balto's method of traveling, so I split off and went my own way." I explain as we sit in an open area near the fence blocking off the street for the racers.

Just as we sit down, we hear the racers make the last turn, I hear Rosie tell us to stay, and as I look down I see Steele once again leading the race. I sigh in annoyance, until I see my brother down the line of the crowd, it seems like he's got a crush on Jenna.

I simply smirked at the thought of seeing him even try to talk to Jenna, it almost made me laugh out loud, he'd try and act tough, but I know he's so shy and sensitive sometimes.

Rosie hurries back, breaking my line of thoughts as she hugs Jenna, she notices I'm here and gives me a hug as well as she says that she's happy I'm here, and that maybe she can get her dad to allow me to join her sled team with Jenna.

As soon as she's done, she immediately turns her attention back to the race and waves her hat in the air as she cheers in Steele, but as she does this her hat gets picked up by a strong gust of wind, and blows straight into the middle of the race track.

I'm looking over as Rosie tries to get her hat, but she is quickly held back by Jenna. I'm about to make a leap for the hat, but I already see Balto in action.

Balto is sprinting after the team, and he catches up pretty quickly seeing as he is already beside Steele; I'm hoping Steele doesn't hurt Balto, but I also can't wait to see if Balto manages to get the hat. I'm soon set at ease as I see Balto have a burst of speed, grab the hat, and slide off to the other side safely.

I visibly relax my tensed muscles as Balto makes his way to us sheepishly with the hat in his jaws. I shake my head and smirk as he drops the hat down and gets bombarded by a hug from Rosie. I hear everybody cheering for Steele, but I ignore it, well, I ignore it till I look over and hear Steele's owner say,

"I don't know, do you think maybe Steele's losing his edge?" I practically almost burst out laughing as I saw how angry that made Steel. He looks like he's about to tear his owner apart; that is until he hears Rosie congratulating Balto on getting her hat.

I see Rosie beginning to put the sled gear on Balto until her father swoops over and grabs her away from him, as well as kicking some snow at Balto as he says for her to stay away from him, and that he's part wolf and might bite her. I can visibly see that he's hurt from the fathers actions, and I would be too. I glare at her father and have to hold back a growl at him. Rosie looks over to me and then back at her father saying,

"See, now you've hurt both of their feelings!" Her father looks at me, and then back at Rosie,

"Listen sweetie, I don't fully trust Luko either, and that's why I always want Jenna with you when she's around. Not to mention Balto is part wolf, he might bite you honey." He picks up the sled and starts walking away as Rosie follows. I begin to follow them, or at least until Steele blocks my path.

"So, you girls enjoy the race." He questions as his tongue glides obnoxiously across his large teeth after finishing his sentence. I walk next to Jenna as she replies. I don't hear her though since I was looking back to see Balto looking even more hurt.

"Hey Jenna, I'm going to go catch up with Balto." I state as I turn around, only to be blocked by Steele.

"You didn't answer my question." He states as he continues to block me. I'm getting annoyed now, so I jump over him with ease, and then start to speedily stride over to Balto.

"So, how're you doing?" I know it's a stupid question, but I had to see if he was alright.

"Oh, I'm doing fine, I got yelled at because I'm part wolf, and then Steele swoops back in and steals Jenna away from me, again!" He explains sarcastically as we continue down an alley-way where Boris then joins us. Boris looks as though he is about to say something, but seems at a loss for words, as am I.

We hear Rosie though, and that quickly perks Balto up as he races through the alley, only to slide right up against Jenna, their noses practically touching. Rosie calls her, and as she looks to them I watch Balto speedily sprint back through the fence and hide. I shake my head as I see him walk out in disappointment after Jenna runs to her people.

"Balto, there's somethings I can't teach you, I'm goose not Cupid." Boris states in exasperation as we walk back through the alley.

Ch.2

Balto's Sister Ch.2: Steele

Ch.1 Ch.3

"Didn't make the team.... Bingo." Steele's obnoxious voice suddenly rang through the air.

"Don't look at him, don't listen to him, live a long life." Boris states weakly to Balto.

"My name's Balto!" He growls, completely ignoring Boris' advice. I turn around, facing Steele's obnoxious figure, slightly baring my teeth as he struts by.

"I'm sorry. Balto. Balto the half-breed." The group surrounding Steele say in unison, 'ohh'; at least they were until I silenced them with snarl. Some of them backed up a little, but I paid them no mind, shifting my attention back to the situation.

Steele walked forward, pushing Boris backwards with a rough movement, making fun of him as well. As soon as I realized what Steele had done, I pounced up, my jaws clamped tightly around his snow white paw. I'm shaking and yanking my head in every direction, Steele desperately trying to get away from me, but his attempts are futile.

I finally let go, seeing that Boris is alright, but it seems that that was a bad choice; Steele forcing himself forward and pushing me to the ground, holding me down with his paw as he growls in my face. I react immediately, swiping my claws in an attempt to rake them across his face. Sadly, he managed to jump back before I could' I think about continuing, but I decide better, moving away as I regain my composure.

Steele moves away and acts as though our interaction never even occurred. I want to snarl at him, but his confident air is a little too intriguing; maybe off putting is a better word.

"I've got a message for your mother." He sadistically states while smirking, walking back towards his group, pointing his large head up before howling at the sky, the others hastily joining in. Now this hit a nerve for not only Balto, but also myself; what he's doing is extremely offensive and rude seeing as we don't even know what happened to our mother.

I see Balto getting angry, growling and beginning to stalk towards them. I quickly follow, releasing several snarls of my own in-between my growling. Steele sees us and immediately moves back a bit to hide behind his posse.

"Get him." He barks, the group simply sending a barrage of barks and growls at us, which really did nothing but annoy me.

"Get out of here wolf-dogs, better get back to your pack." With the last word he spat onto Balto's muzzle, resulting in Balto becoming even angrier; both of us almost attacked him until Boris interrupted us, pleading that we should leave now.

"Luko come on, we go now." Boris states, trying to get me to leave as well.

"You go, I'm staying here." I respond, making them leave, but not before Steele and his group begin bombarding them with snow, and even a rock that hits Balto square on the back.After a moment of my brother absence I hear Steele begin to talk to me, I want to ignore him, but something forces me to listen.

"Come on princess, why do you even hang out with that half-breed?" Steele questions as he sees I'm still there, tilting his head with an arrogant smirk seemingly etched upon his face.

"You seem to forget Steele, but I'm part wolf as well." I state back, my lip pulled in a slight sneer.

"Don't worry, I know, princess." Steele responds as he walks next to me, pushing his chest up against mine and getting close to my face.

"Come on, why don't you take me to see Jenna, or do you want me all to yourself, Princess?" Steele asks as he begins leading me through an opening in the fencing. His group is gone, and now he almost talks to me as though he's mocking his friend, this husky is so indecisive.

"Why do you bully Balto, but not me?" I question, bewilderment radiating throughout my tone.

"Well, Balto isn't a girl, and he's also super annoying. Not to mention, he is competition." Steele simply responds with a slight growl in his voice when he says Balto's name.

"If Balto is competition, then what am I?" I ask as I look down to the floor, slowly walking through the thick snow.

"....You're my ..question. I don't know what to do with you. You're obviously part wolf, but you seem much more interesting than simple minded Jenna." Steele responds as he suddenly stops, instead stepping directly in front of me, resulting in our chests touching again as he stands up to his full height, towering over me.

"So what am I to you?" Steele questions.

"You're my confusion, I don't know whether I should hate you because of how you treat Balto, or love you because of how I feel towards you." I mutter the last part quietly, looking down before walking around him, leaving Steele in visible shock of what I just said. He quickly follows me after shaking himself out of his daze.

Ch.1 Ch.3

Balto's Sister Ch.3: Concerned

Ch.2 Ch.4

As I walk through the snow covered streets of the town I hear the paw steps of Steele as he follows behind me, still in a slight daze of what I revealed to him not too many seconds ago. Looking forward past where the buildings end and into the horizon, I see the place where Balto resides, and a feeling of guilt washed over me. I realize that Balto needs me right now, and even though I may be conflicted over what to do with my predicament, I need to be there for my brother.

I slowed down gradually to a halt, Steele looking up and stopping next to me, looking down at me slightly due to his taller stature, but I was happy to see annoyance wasn't his expression, instead his eyes glistened with curiosity as to why I stopped walking.

Looking down at my black paws coated in powdery snow I attempt to quickly find a way to tell Steele I need to check on my brother without angering him. I know he's supposed to be my enemy, but I rather enjoy his company, when it's just us since he acts much more civil and not like a brainless brute.

"What is it princess?" Steele's question rings sharp through the crisp, cold air of winter. My ears fold down slightly as I look up at Steele.

"I do enjoy your company Steele, and I hope that we continue to get along, but I should be on my way to check on Balto." I state hesitantly, my voice softer than normal.

His eyes show in jealousy, he features hardening slightly as he hears Balto's name.

"Why are you always hanging around that mongrel? Does he have something I don't!" He quickly voices, a growl emitting from his throat as he glares at me slightly, awaiting an answer.

"No, no, there's nothing like that going on between me and Balto, I'm just really good friends with him is all. I know you and him don't get along at all, but I really must be checking on him, a lot of things have happened to him today, and being the friend I am, I should be there for him!" I state in exasperation, not wanting to argue with Steele over this.

Steele still doesn't seem very happy, he's growling at me slightly. "Fine then! Go to your mongrel and comfort him, but remember Princess, you are mine." His tone lowers intimidatingly as his words are final, but me being me, I always challenge authority.

"You'll have to prove yourself worthy before I become yours, now if you don't mind, I have a friend to console." I state promptly, walking away, not forgetting to lightly trace my fluffy tail against his jaw as I leave.

I hear him growl slightly, not aggressively, but more in the sense of a purr, causing me to form a slight smirk.

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Once out of the town, I bound over to the boat where Balto and Borris have decided to be their residence. As I hop up to the deck seeing Balto and Borris conversing, Borris mopping the floor as Balto does most of the talking.

"Ah Luko how nice of you to finally arrive." Borris states sarcastically as he finally noticed my presence.

"Well you know me, I'm always fashionably late" I stated as I let out a slight crackle, gearing Balto slightly chuckle as well.

"We were talking about the bird migration." Balto states, a smirk withholding itself upon his face. I soon smirk as well, as I realize what he is hinting at. I decided to humor him, lifting my nose and sniffing the air lightly.

"Hmm, I smell herring." I smirk at Balto. Him smirking back.

"Say, it must be Muk and Luk." Balto voices as he walks over to Borris, a smile on his face as he watches the goose continue to mop. Borris begins to say something until a high pitch yell is heard.

"Uncle Borris!! Uncle Borris!!!"

"Oh no." Is all Borris says, holding the mop in his hands as if it will make him invisible.

I love these guys, but I really can't deal with Muk and Luk right now. My confusing conversation with Steele has my mind all jumbled up, and I really just want to rest.

I say my goodbyes to Borris and Balto before pouncing out of the boat, walking back to the town to find a place to sleep for the night.

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As I arrive in the town I notice immediately that the doctor is quite busy, but what really got my attention was Jenna. She was standing outside the building, concern etched into her facial features and body language as she helplessly looked through the window, even releasing a bark in the hopes of gaining the people's attention.

I slowly walk up to her, concern evident in my eyes.

"Jenna? What are you doing outside the hospital." I question, concern dripping from my words as I hope the answer isn't what I think it is. I am soon confirmed however when I see Rosie bounding out of the hospital to see Jenna, attempting to play and run around with her, but immediately having to stop to release a coughing fit of the sort.

Jenna looks concerned and nudges Rosie slightly in the hopes she'll be alright. Rosie's father soon rushes outside calling her name, ushering her back into the building and out of the cold snow.

Jenna and I didn't talk about it, but I understood now why she was looking into the building.

"Jenna, I'm going to go now, but if you want to talk about it or anything, just bark my name." I say slowly, Jenna only nodding in response as her eyes never leave the window. I let out a slight sigh before going to find a place to sleep, walking around the building in hopes of finding a place close to where I am.

I happen to be in luck, I forgot all about the boiler room here. It hasn't been locked yet, so I pick the dirt open slightly before shutting it to trap the warmth. I curl up on the opposite side of the room, blending in with the shadows, slowly allowing myself to drift away into a tense slumber.

Ch.2 Ch.4

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X (M!)Reader

Genre/type: Fluff.

Word count: Around 700. (feel free to request more!)

Author’s note: This was requested by @nihilistic-nik a while back - check it out on my Ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/

It's technically M!Reader but it's only briefly mentioned and is pretty much irrelevant.

Summary: A warm, comfortable morning with Shane, sheltered from the rain.

TW: Brief mention of nightmares.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45859960

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Cold rain. Warmth.

A rhythmic musicality commences, its origin being from the rain pattering against the windowsill to your left. The sooty grey curtain is slightly drawn, shielding your eyes from the brightness of the outside world, allowing you to fully immerse yourself into the comfort and warmth of your duvet; to prevent you from worrying about anything but the moment itself.

A stubbly arm extends from behind you, and snags you by the waist, pulling you closer. He grunts as though there is something stuck in his throat, his hoarse voice vibrating and his warm, beer infused breath warms the nape of your neck. “Morning…” he says with a rough yawn, and you sense that he is on the verge of drifting off into another peaceful slumber.

You turn to face him. It’s too dark to make out anything but his swollen eyes. Last night was a rough night for him; he has nightmares often, so he asked if you could accompany him. As his boyfriend, you felt obliged to agree, not only for his own benefit, but because you secretly love moments like these. Waking up and feeling the presence of the person you love.

The alarm clock resting on the cabinet beside you jolts with such vigour, it shakes the entire bedside table. It beckons you to release it from its duty, and you do so, your arm stretching out from the cosiness of your sheets, to aggressively whack the hell out of its stop button. You sit up, now awoken by your own force. You know you won’t be able to rest anymore, so you rise, but you feel a hand pull your wrist, but not aggressively…sweetly. Gently.

“Please…stay” his entire face is now unveiled from the constraint of the clean white sheets, revealing a tranquil smile. One that took you many months to weaken his guard for. One you would pay any amount of money for. One you would pay the world for.

“Wait…let me make breakfast first, i’ll bring it back here, yeah? Breakfast in bed.”

He responds, but only with a “mm”.

You get up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, a draft emerges from the chilled interior, making you shiver. You reach for the carton of eggs when you feel something being wrapped around your shoulders. Shane’s hoodie.

“I couldn’t wait. Sorry.” He says, running circles into your back with his palms. He takes a seat on the barstool at the kitchen countertop, and watches you as you make him eggs on toast.

You crack the eggs. These eggs were the ones that you and Shane had collected from the pen. It’s a good memory; you tripped over a hay bail and went flying into Shane’s arms. He laughed. He laughed…You’d never seen him so happy. So free.

You pour the yolk and the white into a frying pan, and fry it until the edges are golden and crispy. Using a spatula to raise the egg onto his plate, you serve him first. His eyes light up, but not because of the food being presented to him, but because of the smile on your face. Joy ricochets off the creases of your lips, and you feel tears form in the ducts of your eyes.

“What’s…wrong?” he asks.

“I’ve just… never been so happy.” You say.

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End author’s note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it <3

Me has a request Pen pals who meet for the first time because the last letter that was sent was so sad the one who received it (reader or timothee) just had to meet the other pen pal (like the letter was about how they felt alone and need someone by their side or someone important to them is in hospital and the writer is in need of a companion to help them through it something like that) you pick if timothée or the reader is the sad one and if it is fluff, smut or angst. Hope I am somewhat understandable hehe.

Pen Pal

A/N - this is short because I have a whole pen pals series here is chap 1 https://www.tumblr.com/sufferingstarlight/694937406888132608/hey-could-you-do-one-where-tim-and-the-reader-are

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I Could Have Been a Better Son

hey could you do one where tim and the reader are friends and they secretly start messaging each other over some media thing w/o knowing it’

Info - depression, first meeting, not taking care of self

It had been too long. He hasn’t sent a letter in weeks. I wanted to be normal about it. We were just pen pals after all. It wasn’t as if we were partners. I didn’t know if I should even call us friends.

His last letter had been about how he was lonely. He said he was stressed, tired, and touch starved. He said he didn’t know how much longer he could manage to go on. I was worried for him. He had even included a small print out of Oscar Isaac saying the quote “I’m tired, I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that.”

I had quickly sent a letter back full of praises and encouragement. I hadn’t heard a thing back. So I was here, where the letters had been addressed from. I stood in front of the door with a nervous energy. I moved from one foot to another as I prepared to knock on the door.

I finally did it. I rapped my knuckles against the wood of the door. I sighed as I waited. I heard footsteps. I realised I didn’t even know if it would be Timothée who answered the door. I didn’t know what he looked like.

I wondered if he’d be able to sense who I was. I described myself in our letters, and we knew one another’s ages. I didn’t know if he had an idea of me in his head or-

The door opened.

There stood a skinny man. Even though I knew from our correspondence that he was naturally thin, he looked gaunt right now. His hair was spectacular on a normal day I was sure, but tight it laid in limp, greasy, strands. I knew once washed they’d bounce up and curl. His green eyes had a hollowness about them. Small patches of stubble grew, showing he hadn’t shaved.

“Y/n?” The name was a croak, as if he was unused to using his voice.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Why are you here?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. He looked almost like a child, helpless and hopeless.

“You haven’t been sending any letters,” I whispered.

“Oh,” he said and some colour came to his cheeks. “I’m very sorry. I haven’t been doing well.”

Silence stretched between us because it was very obvious he wasn’t doing well. I wanted to shoot my shot. I wanted to help him.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

“My house….. it’s very messy,” he hesitated and looked ashamed. My heart reached out to him. I knew what depression could do.

“It’s okay, let me help you,” I offered.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

“I know. I want to. Please let me.”

“Okay,” he finally sighed and moved aside so I could come in. I came in, ready to accept him, now matter what was going on.

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hi! i hope you doing great! <3 this is my first time requesting on tumblr so I’m sorry if something is wrong!

can I have headcanons (if you don’t write hcs than drabble would be just as fine!) of lucifer, mammon and satan (or just lucifer) being overprotective over shy and easily-scared fem!reader?

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Lucifer and Mammon with a easily scared F!MC

Note: Hello, and aw, thank you!!! Sadly, no Satan this time, but you have wonderful english, and I can only hope the same for you, as you have a good day too!!!!!! ❤️

Proofread?: for once, sí

Warning(s): Female Reader + Swearing

Lucifer

He's used to being the older mature brother towards his younger brothers, so he honestly isn't nothing that's not of his normal self towards you.

He knows you're overly shy and don't do good with most, if not all, social interactions, so he tries to help. If he sees another lower rank demon, keep trying to talk to you or get into your personal space while you're already uncomfortable, he's going to identify as a fucking problem. He finds no issue with stepping in and protecting you at any moment.

He has open arms ready if you get so scared that he has to carry you. It wasn't something he was used to before you came to devildom, but he's gotten used to it if something that scares you is near your feet and you can't go anywhere until it's resolved. No matter the size, he's quick to pick you up.

He, for sure, has a bigger ego and pride, knowing that you come to him first if something scares you. But he still puts it aside to relish about it later when the problem is solved. He almost instantly stops anyone who tries to flirt with you or get too close to you without your consent. He's willing to harm scare any demons or even humans, who think scaring you or making you jump is funny.

Mammon

Overprotective would be a literal understatement when it came to this man 😵‍💫

Always by your side???? Literally you two had like. No classes together WHY IS HE HERE–

Uses your shyness as an excuse to get closer and always be by your side. "You know Lucifer 'forced' me to look after ya, so I'm just doing my job MC!" (He's literally holding your hand as we speak)

He tries his best to keep you away from things that have the risk of scaring you. Horror movies? Nope, you guys are probably watching something comedic or romantic (not just for you, but also so he doesn't get paranoid bc of the jumpscares).

Literally argued with Levi about letting you play a horror game with him, knowing just how easily scared you can get. He really hates that sad look in your eyes and tries to comfort you the best to his abilities when you run to him because something scared you.