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ato-catto · 1 year

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Ssj4 (lonely) Goku x Fem reader

Light smut/ neediness/feral boi

I wrote this on a whim and didn't double check it. Sorry if the spelling is off :,)

Your bleary eyes cracked open when you awoke to the sound of tapping at your window. A dark, bushy haired silhouette sat at the other side of the glass, giving you a right scare. Your heart pounded in your chest and a hand flew to your mouth.

"Goku!? What are you doing here so late!?" You moved to the window and slid it up, letting in a nice warm summer nights breeze. Goku stared up at you with a pouted lip and yellow puppy dog eyes, that caught the moonlight beautifully.

It made you remember all the years you had spent fawning over him as your mentor, and the most recent years you had spent being slightly jealous of his wife, before you matured and 'moved on'.

When he looked at you like that, it didn't feel like you had moved on at all.

"Chichi kicked me out for getting fur on the couch." Goku pouted, resting his furry elbows on the windowsill. "I tried to go to Bulmas but no one was in."

You nodded in thought. "I'm pretty sure they've taken Trunks on holiday to some theme park."

Goku frowned. "Oh. Makes sense." His tone was so light for the gravelly, throaty voice that his form brought forth.

You shook your head, amused and bemused, and ushered him inside and out of the dark.

You switched on your bedside lamp and the big burly Saiyan clambered over the window ledge, sliding the window, and curtains, shut behind him.

He shook put his thick, dark mane and smiled greatfully at you, his fangs poking out from beneath his top lip. His face looked handsome in the dim orange glow from the lamp, and his teeth glinted, catching your eyes, drawing them to his mouth.

"Thanks for lettin' me in, Y/N." He grinned.

You brushed of his thanks with a happy smile, sitting back on your bed, back into the warmth of your blanket. The little shorts and cami you had on wasn't very... modest.

Goku wasn't one to have wandering eyes, anyway, but you weren't going to be the one to stumble a married man- even if it was by accident.

He sat on the very edge of the mattress, his weight bowing the bed down on one side. "Ah I feel so crappy for pissin' off Chichi. Things just haven't been the same since the separation. I should really move out-"

Your eyes went wide. "Seperation!?" OK, THAT was unexpected! Last time you saw them- albeit being 5 or so years ago- she was all over him, clinging to his arm and giving him big loving smiles every time he looked at her.

Perhaps it was the form, that now apparently had stuck. Maybe poor Chichi couldn't stick the fur and exposed abs -although you couldn't see why not- and constant gruff voice, that frankly sent tingles up your spine.

Goku shrugged. "I dunno what it was. We just grew apart I suppose-" his tail waved slowly, sadly. "She seems happier now she's got the house to herself most the time."

You patted his furry back sympathetically. "She's probably just glad she doesn't have to clean so much. Don't take it personally."

He turned to you, his eyes shadowed and dark behind his long bangs. "I wish that was it, but it's not. She told me she didnt 'love me' anymore. I'm too much hassle with the fur."

He ran his hand over the fluffy part of his abdomen, glumly running his fingers through the slightly matter fur.

"I'm sure that isn't true." You hummed, watching the way his hand glided through his pelt and wandered what it would feel like if you did that yourself. You followed his hand as it moved to his abs, rippling over the soft indents and curvature of his tanned skin. A blush formed on your cheeks, and Goku chuckled, a deep rumbling noise that came from the very bottom of his chest.

He had been following your eyes, like he used to do back in your training sessions, to gage what exactly you were thinking about.

And just like back then, he had caught you admiring his physique just a little too much.

"So what do you think of this form?" He purred, leaning a little closer to you on the bed, resting back on his outstretched hands.

You swallowed, slightly hypnotised as his chest stretched out, and rose and fell with his breaths.

"It's really impressive. Very.. monkey like."

Goku laughed, and gave you another toothy grin. "Wanna feel?"

Your heart STOPPED. "Wanna feel.. what-?" You chose your words carefully.

Goku took your hand from your lap and set it on the furry part of his solid muscle bound stomach. "My fur."

Your fingers spread amongst the red, which was soft yet somehow coarse at the same time. Your heart thumping in your ears, your hand feeling up the strong muscles and across the dense ribs of your old master and friend.

He watched you and grinned, his eyes glinting a perfect amber in the light of the lamp.

"S'nice, isn't it?" His words were soft. You could've sworn he tensed slightly as you neared the ridge between flesh and fur.

"Mhm." You didn't want to open your mouth too much, for fear of letting the mounting drool flood out down your chin. Good Kami Kai. Why you? Why today?

Goku grasped your wrist and brought it higher. "Skins pretty soft too.." he purred, setting your palm on his pectoral.

Your face reflected the colour of his fur now, red spreading across your cheeks and neck. He found your reaction amusing, as always. He remembered the days fondly where you couldn't even stand eye to eye with him before sparring because you would go as red as a tomato- and that was back before the days of transformations and forms.

It had been amusing then, but now since being married he understood why exactly you reacted the way you did, and they fact that even now, decades later, you were still the same blushing baby under his gaze was nice. Despite his age, he still had the same effect that he always had on you, and he liked the comfort of something going unchanged in his life.

You. You were the thing that always stayed steadfast.

He brought a finger to your cheek and touched the hot, soft skin. "You alright?" He teased. "Goin' a little red there-"

You pulled your hand back, faster than you've ever moved before, even during fights. "Wha- oh. Oh! Sorry."

Shit! How long had you had your hand there for? His face was a mixture of amusement and... lust. Was that lust? His golden eyes glimmered with something sensual that you swore you were misreading.

"Sorry for what?" He got a little closer. Close enough to smell your arousal.

That's right. His Saiyan sense of smell was stronger than any humans. It was akin to a dogs- he could smell a hot pie from a mile away. His senses went feral- he had been needy for so long.. and with no wife to quell his rising ache.. having you in those small shorts in such close proximity was sending him silently insane.

"I'm sorry for being handsy." You laughed nervously. "Having a man in the house is nice. I'm not used to it." Your half hearted attempt at changing the subject didn't go unnoticed.

"Uhuh." Goku brushed the excuse aside and leant closer, practically leaning over you. "How 'bout you tell me what's on that pretty mind of yours?" His fangs peeked over his lip again, and he planted a hand at the side of your thigh.

You blinked. "On my mind?"

He nodded, not breaking eye contact.

You inhaled sharply. "I was just.. thinking.. you are very handsome? I guess."

Goku tittered. "My chest is 'handsome?'"

"...sexy?" You shrunk back into yourself. The air felt so thick between you, it could be cut with a dull knife.

He grinned again, crawling over you, caging you flat on your back against the mattress. "That's a better word for it."

You gasped slightly, his nose coming close to yours and his eye spearing your very soul. Any words stuck in your throat, his eyes sliding down to your lips. Was he... was he going to-

He was, and he did, lowering himself with strong arms to inquisitively brush his mouth against yours, asking almost politely. You obliged, needing this decades worth of stomach knots to final unravell onto him. His tongue was eager to gain access, probing your mouth and tasting you like he had been craving you. His thick mane fell about your head, shadowing the both of you. He pulled back to breathe, almost glaring at you as he caught his breath. Something feral passed behind his eyes and his pants turned to soft growls.

"I need you." He purred, grasping the back of your neck and running a thumb down your throat. "I've needed you."

Your eyes go wide like saucers, slightly terrified of this new version of Goku- but massively aroused all the same. ".. Then.. then take me." You whisper, tensing your thighs together at the tingle sensations rippling through your core in anticipation.

In response, he buried his fangs into the side of your neck. You mewled, the pain and pleasure folding into one, sending your mind into a blurry fog. The sound was a song that Goku didn't realise he had needed to hear for years.

Being homeless had never been better.

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ohdearlingwhathappened · 4 months

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A Pair Made in the Pits chapter 2

Falling Behind Part 2

Chp 1.

A/n: Here's Chapter 2 of this series. I have started my current semester, so chapters are going to be quite slow. Apologies in advance! This has primarily not been beta read, so let me know if you find any discrepancies. And most important, enjoy the chapter!

Having two robots kill them all by driving into the side of a cliff after quasi kidnapping them was not how Y/n thought this would go down, but with a shriek, she closed her eyes and silently asked any deity that may exist to please rain vengeance down on her kidnappers. That is, until she realized there were no sounds or feelings of the crash and the light beyond her eyelids dimmed from the harsh Nevada sun; opening her eyes, she realized that they somehow were now in a grey corridor that eventually lead to a rather large open room in which two more robots stood, probably having been alerted to their arrival considering their already apprehensive looks. At Bee’s stopping, the younger boy Y/n now knows as Raphael, or Raf as he prefers, gets out and she slowly follows him out and takes her place standing in front of the children. She knows, logically, that if anything were to happen, she likely wouldn’t be able to stop anything, but she might be able to buy them time, at the very least.

“I thought there were two.” The red and white robot questions the blue and pink bot. He was the first one Y/n had seen once they had entered the clearing, of sorts. He had been standing over by what looked to be a large computer, though she supposes it’s quite normal sized, or possibly even small, for them.

Ever snarky, the effeminate bot responds, “Haven’t you heard- humans multiply.” before walking more over towards the middle of the room.

Y/n snorts, unbelieving of the situation she and these kids are in, and looks around before hearing human-sized steps moving past her and toward the hulking figure of the green robot, “Miko! Don’t-”

“I’m Miko! Who are you?”

“Bulkhead?” The larger, green robot seemed tense, obviously not used to talking to many other humans, especially teenage girls, most likely. Oblivious to the apparent nerves, Miko gives an excited gasp and begins her questioning.

“Are you a car? I bet you’re a truck. A monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh?! Have you ever used a wrecking ball for a punching bag?” The questions were an absolute onslaught that, despite not being the one having the questions shot at them, were making even Y/n’s head spin.

“Miko, hon, give um- Bulkhead- some space to breathe. Besides, I think there are more pressing matters at hand here.” Putting a hand on Miko’s shoulder, Y/n pulls the young girl away. Receding into her thoughts she tries to determine who exactly is in charge, so she can begin ripping into them, and no offense to any of the present company, but they don’t exactly seem like the leading type. “I’m sure one of these robots will have an explanation as to why we had to be dragged out to the middle of nowhere, instead of just letting us go back to our lives.”

“Puh-lease.” The red and white bot scoffs out, leading to Y/n glaring up at him.

This is the second time one of these indicated that they aren’t all that meets the eye, and the lack of explanation is beginning to make Y/n’s blood boil. However, before she is able to snap back some witty remark, heavy footsteps draw her attention back to another tunnel that weirdly appears to have an almost immediate dead end, but looks to have metal arches and wiring throughout the skeletal infrastructure, to see the largest one of these robots yet.

“We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, also known as autobots.” His deep voice rumbles throughout the room, making Y/n feel as if she could feel the vibrations in her very bones. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Jack take a few steps forward and doesn’t stop him. For some reason she can’t explain, the alien before her has eased some of her worries and fears, making her trust that the kids were in safe hands. Just by answering a question.

“Why are you here?”

“To protect your planet from the Decepticons. We came here after our home became inhabitable after years of civil war.”

“I take it those are the guys who attacked you and Rafael last night? My turn for a question- why are we here?” No matter how much some of the explanation put Y/n at ease, there was still a lot to go over, hence why she dons the defensive and accusatory tone and crosses her arms. “No offense, but your war has nothing to do with these children. Why bring them here and further risk their endangerment?”

“Ms. Y/n-” Miko tries to interrupt, but the woman is quick to give her a pointed look.

“No, Miko.” She looks back up to Optimus Prime, and keeps her pointed look on her face, “Don’t you think yesterday was stressful enough for these kids? They are teenagers- Raf is only 12! They should be worrying about their grades, what new video game is coming out, who their soulmate is and what their quote says- not some intergalactic war.” Y/n huffs, annoyed with the situation in front of her. She may not be these kids’ parent, but she does feel responsible for them. “If it was a few other adults or even just myself, that would be different. We’ve gotten our quotes,” her words begin to fade, and she hangs her head, “even if they might be fucked.”

Miko flinches at the misted mention of her teacher’s quote. Having been a host student partially under the care of Y/n for nearly a year now, knows of the woman’s quote circumstances. When the teen came to the states, she had been ecstatic to get away from her overly controlling parents, but she didn’t exactly trust anyone in Nevada either. In a way to get her to open up, Y/n sat her down in one of the offices of the school and played a sort of 20 questions with the girl, to help her loosen up. The questions could be as impersonal as what’s the best place to get food in Jasper, or as personal as questions regarding her quote.

“So I can ask anything?”

“Yep. Anything you want.”

“And you aren’t going to back out if I hit some sore spot?”

“I promise I won’t. You have my word, Miko.”

“Okaaaay. How old are you?”

“Oooo starting off on the hard-hitting questions, huh?” Y/n smiled and pretended to think about it, “I know I must sound ancient, but I’m 26 years old.”

“Meh, you aren’t as old as my parents, so you aren’t that old.” Miko leans back in her chair, thinking about what to ask.”What’s your relationship like with your mom and dad?

“Well… my mother died when I was 12. It was a car crash- she was a lovely woman, from what I can remember. My father, on the other hand, changed after her death, and once I got my quote, he kicked me out.” She shrugged, smiling faintly. It wasn’t a fond memory, but it was nearly 10 years ago, so the pain had faded, but some scars still remained- metaphorically and physically.

“Your quote is that bad? What is it?”

“I do not know.”

“Well, what language is it?”

“If I knew that, I would know what my quote says, wouldn’t I?”

“Can I see it?”

“No.” The smile evaporates from Y/n’s face, not a trace of it remaining.

“But you said-”

“I said I would answer your questions, Miko, and I have. This is the one limit I have, and I request that you respect that… Ok?” Miko’s eyes flicker between Y/n’s and nods. Noticing the tension, Y/n smiles gently and clears her throat, motioning for the girl to continue- “Now back to your questions- I can’t imagine you’ve gotten them all out.”

“I understand your worries… Ms. Y/n,-” The giant in front of her snaps her out of her reminiscing; it had only been a year and yet the girl had become a trusted and dear person, to Y/n. “-but Decepticon activity has spiked, and with some of their warfront having seen the human children, I fear they may not be safe. Our war has been ongoing for a long time, and while we have not seen nor heard of their leader, Megatron, if his return is as imminent as I believe it is, it would be best to keep the children, and you, in our care whenever we are able.” Optimus looks down at the woman before him, the worry obvious on her face, and kneels down to better look her in the eye. “I assure you. These children will be safer nowhere else.”

“You understand this is a lot to take in, right? I am going to have to not only have the burden of these kids’ safety on my shoulders, but I am going to have to lie to both pairs of Miko’s parents and if I see Jack or Rafael’s I’ll have to lie to them as well. If anything goes wrong, I will never be able to forgive myself.” Y/n’s arms wrap around herself, hands gripping onto the fabric of her blouse. She breaks eye contact with Optimus and looks Jack, Raf, and Miko over, trying to confirm what she was thinking.

The truth is, the woman had already made up her mind, but she was hoping for a slip up, a wrong comment, anything for her to be able to deny the mechanical giant before her. But looking into his eyes, there was nothing but determination and truth glowing from his steady gaze. She drops her shoulders and brings a hand to rub her face, regretting the action slightly when she feels some of her mascara come off in small grains- today had been long.

“I understand your concerns-”

Y/n lowers her hand and looks back at Optimus with determination of her own.

“But I believe you will keep them safe.”

The base is quiet until Miko lets out a cheer of excitement and throws her arms around Y/n’s neck, thanking her for choosing the right choice, before going back over to the boys and speaking rapid fire- likely about how cool this situation was and how much fun they were going to have.

Miko always had the ability to look at the brighter side of situations- apparently even when being taken under the supervision of giant, alien robots who call themselves Autobots. Raf, despite the little time she has spent with the young boy, Y/n can see that he is a more positive person, with a somewhat more logical spin on things. Finally, there was Jack Darby- a boy who she had seen throughout the halls of the high school and of which Y/n was able to make acquaintance with his mother- a nice woman, a little older than Y/n, who liked to drop off things like a lunch or Jack’s work uniform to the office whenever she got a moment away from the hospital; Jack was more of a mystery to the woman- only knowing he became embarrassed when his mother came to the school and that he was doing just fine in his academics.

“Optimus, with all due respect, the humans are in as much danger here as anywhere. They have no protective shell!” The grumpier mech of the bunch brings up his own counter argument, waving his hand to refer to the four humans before continuing, “If they get underfoot, they will go… squa-iish.”

“Hey!-”

“Then for the time being, Ratchet, we must watch where we step.” Optimus ends the argument before it can truly begin, cutting off Y/n and inadvertently telling the other bot that the humans will be staying for the foreseeable future.

But before anyone else can get another word in edgewise, a green light begins flashing while an alarm blares throughout the compound, making the bots turn to the giant computer screens and the humans stiffen.

“What’s that?” Jack calls out over the alarm, bringing Bee’s attention back to the group, the beeps and chirps from earlier is the only response he gives.

“Proximity sensor. Someone’s up top.” Raf pipes up from behind Y/n, making her quirk an eyebrow at the fact that he can understand the yellow bot, but it is quickly overshadowed by the fact that another human is aware of the Autobot’s existence.

“That would be Special Agent Fowler- he is our liaison to the outside world. As he tends to visit only when there are issues, it may be best if you do not meet him at this time.” Optimus turns back to the four smaller individual in the room, once he was aware of who was dropping in to visit, and at his explanation, Y/n reluctantly ushered the children to go hide around the corner of the platform, positive it would keep them out of sight, just as long as this Agent Fowler didn’t walk too far forward or do a survey of the base’s condition. As the leader of this group spoke to the agent, Y/n turned to the children and pinned them with narrowed eyes.

“While the boys are talking, I’m setting up ground rules,” Y/n whispers, her hands finding their place on her hips as she begins her little TED talk about spending time with giant robots. These children would listen to her whether they wanted to or not, “First of all, and quite possibly the most obvious- no talking about this with anyone, not your parents- host, biological, or otherwise; no one at school; work; band; clubs- nobody. Second, they are in a war- this is not an intergalactic daycare program- this is not fun, happy times-” As if on schedule, Bulkhead ripped a piece of equipment out of the electrical socket it was welded into and crushed it while speaking to Fowler, “-so treat it like the warzone that it is. Third, none of you are to go on any kind of mission. I don’t care if they need a human sized partner for some easy peasy scouting mission, if one of you are able to fit in a small area, or whatever the hell they do- they have the help of the government, so they can ask them for any help. The fourth, and hopefully the last rule, be careful and rely on me. Jack and Raf, I know you two don’t know me very well, but I promise you can come to me for anything.” She looks at Miko and grins, “You already come to me instead of your host parents- that still applies here. You kids are my responsibility and priority- if something happens at any point, you get the fuck out of danger. I don’t care what you lose- your phones, a school book- it doesn’t matter. Am I understood?”

All three of the kids nod, each murmuring some form of affirmation of hearing her.

“Great! Sounds like the agent has left, so let’s rejoin the lot of them and figure out where to go from here.” Y/n, dropping the serious- and downright intimidating- stance she held, smiles and walks around the corner not waiting for any more of a response from the three.

“What do you mean Cliffjumper’s life signal came back online?” Arcee, who had previously been leaning against the elevated platform that leads to the elevator which Agent Fowler had left through, straightens and approaches Ratchet and his computer systems. The kids, following Arcee’s interest, had made their way up onto a railing-lined platform to get a better look at the computer themselves, leaving Y/n at the base of the main structure’s stairs. “Is that possible?”

“It shouldn’t be. It’s probably this primitive earth tech that we’re stuck with.” Ratchet slams his fist against the base of the computer, hoping it would possibly make the computer

“If there’s any chance Cliff’s alive-” Arcee looks up to Optimus, hope for their previously thought-to-be dead comrade easily seen throughout her body.

“Ratchet, prepare the sick bay- we may need it.” The stoic bot nods to the others and they all begin to walk towards the stunted tunnel Optimus had come from earlier, leaving Y/n to wonder if there was some other sort of trap door like there had apparently been when she and the kids entered the base with Bumblebee and Arcee. Miko, as if already forgetting what she was just told, leans over the railing,

“What can we do?!” The girl was thrilled at the prospect of seeing some giant robot action, only to be brought quickly back to reality.

“Absolutely nothing! Did you not remember a single thing we just went over, young lady?!” Y/n snaps, making the girl visibly droop and glance at Optimus, hoping for another reaction.

“Miss Y/n is correct, you will stay here- with Ratchet.” His words ring with finality, making both Miko and Ratchet give a whine and groan respectively, and before anyone knows it, a portal appears composed of all sorts of shades of blues and greens. It would have been gorgeous, if it’s appearance wasn’t so sudden and startling. “Autobots, roll out!”

And just as fast as it appeared, almost as soon as the autobots disappeared into it, so did the swirling mass.

“What just happened?!” It was now Jack’s turn to nearly fall over the railing, leaning as far out as he could- as if he didn’t believe his eyes. To be fair, Y/n herself was still trying to believe hers.

“I transported them to the designated coordinates via the groundbridge.” Ratchet explained nonchalantly, as if whatever he just said was common knowledge.

“Oh, yes, because that explains everything.” Y/n grumbles to herself, tired of all the new information she’s been receiving today. She already had to deal with one attitudinal robot after dealing with attitudinal children and coworkers all day, she was not going to listen to another one for whatever condescending and blatantly bothered comments he may throw at her and the kids’ way.

As he gives the kids a rundown of the “groundbridge”, Y/n half listens as she looks around the base, trying to get some stable understanding of where she is; with everything changing and new information being thrown at her every five minutes, the need for something to be relatively unchanging was almost necessary, unless Y/n wanted to pass out from information overload.

The base itself is older- it had to have been abandoned by the government far before the Autobots arrived. And upon further inspection, there are three tunnels, not two. There’s the tunnel they arrived through, the stunted tunnel that holds the technology for the groundbridge, and then there’s the third tunnel that Y/n could only assume went further throughout the silo’s infrastructure. Walking towards the new area, she begins to wonder about the bots’ living quarters.

I wonder if they have their own rooms here. I can’t imagine them all spending every second of every day with each other- they’d go mad. I wonder if their suites would be suited to their vehicle forms… like a kind of habitat. Pfft they could call it a habsuite. Though, that sounds as if I’m likening them to animals so perhaps not. Having a short giggle to herself at the random word, Y/n’s thoughts are abruptly cut off by Optimus’ voice coming through the computer system ordering Ratchet to open the bridge-thing. Heading back over towards the ambulatory mech and the kids, she notices a lack of a new body among them.

“Cliffjumper?” Ratchet inquires, bringing everyone’s heads to hang, confirming the worst news- he was gone. The air is solemn, the loss of anyone- mechanized or organic- is always a hard blow to be dealt to one’s psyche, and Y/n’s heart goes out to them for the loss of their friend.

“What was that explosion?! Was there a fight?! Can I come with, next time?!” Miko once again taking her place at the railing, misses the que that now is not the time to be asking about their next adventure. Y/n knew the girl was just excited, but she was coming across as insensitive.

“Miko-”

“Hey hey, Miko, let’s go see what the bots hide in their sock drawers.” Thankfully, Jack had a better grasp on the situation and led Miko away so that what happened could be discussed, despite her aired grievances.

Optimus approached Arcee gently, it being obvious that she was the most shaken up over what had happened on the other side of that portal, “Arcee, what did you see?”

The bot in question wrapped her arms around herself. Any trace of the spunky bot who Y/n met earlier that day was gone, leaving behind a shaken, hurt woman who was still in shock after seeing her friend gone.

“Not Cliff. At least, not anymore. He was mutated. Butchered. Like… something from those con experiments during the war.” And before anyone could catch her, her knees hit the ground and her arms caught one of the cases to keep herself up. Bee whirred in what could easily be understood as concern for his friend, but she waved him off, “I’m fine… just dizzy.”

Ratchet, the obvious medic of the group, immediately begins running diagnostics and scans, finding what Y/n could only see a glimpse of some kind of purple goo.

“Cliff was covered in this stuff- leaking it.” Upon hearing this, Ratchet scrapes some off of her and tells her to take a decontamination bath at once. She nods and accepts Bee’s help to the makeshift shower.

“Optimus?” Jack calls the attention of the giant mech who leans down slightly and waves his phone a little, “I hate to bug but no bars?”

Not having even thought about the time, Y/n looks down at her own and startles at the time blinking back at her- 10:32. While it might not be a big deal for her, she can only imagine the panic the kids’ parents might be going through. Miko might have the excuse of going over certain study materials with Y/n, but the two boys had nothing to protect them from their parents’ wrath.

“I didn’t even think of curfew!” Y/n yelps. “Miko, I don’t normally encourage you to lie to your parents, but this is kind of a special case. Just let them know I was helping you with some of your studies and wanted to speak with you about possible extracurriculars. I’m sorry, boys, but I don’t know if I can help you come up with any excuses as to why you’ll be getting home so late. I suppose you can partially blame me, Jack. Your mother has my number, so she might call me, and I can cover for you.”

“Earth customs… I hadn’t considered.” Optimus hums stands upright. “The issue of your safety remains. Bulkhead, accompany Miko home and maintain covert surveillance in vehicle form.”

“Curbside duty, got it.” He nods in response to his orders.

“Bumblebee, watch over Raf. And Ratchet-”

The mech doesn’t even turn around, “Busy!”

“Arcee, you’ll accompany Jack.”

After a moment’s pause, she brings a hand to her forehead and heaves a sigh, “Oh, still dizzy.”

“You’re fine, says your physician.” Ratchet deadpans, foiling Arcee’s attempt to get out of babysitting, leading her to hunch her shoulders and groan.

“And I will join you to your home, Ms. Y/n.”

“Oh! Um alright.” A sort of awkward smile is shot up at him and with everyone’s positions set, the humans get situated in their guardians and they all ‘roll out’.

* * * * * *

The drive back to Y/n’s home was quiet. Staring out into the desert seemed to be the only option she could come to; today was… something. One second she’s hearing yet another rambling session from Mrs. Albert and now, she’s riding home in a sentient semi-truck that can transform into a metal man from outer space. A metal man who seems to have the worlds on his shoulders and on top of it all, he’s lost another soldier- another friend just hours ago. There is nothing Y/n could possibly say to begin expressing how sorry she is for his loss and for adding to his already-present, heavy workload. Not that she had the time- even though she could have sworn she had just been looking at the wide expanse of the desert, Optimus was rolling up to the front of her house.

After a moment of neither of them speaking, a sound that would normally be the noise of a semi stopping rings out, and the air coming from his vents could easily be understood as a kind of exhale in attempt to gain Y/n’s attention, “Ms. Y/n, we have arrived.”

“Just Y/n is fine. Unless you’d like me to start calling you Mr. Optimus or Mr. Prime.” The woman snorts and the seats vibrate slightly as a low chuckle runs through Optimus’ alt-mode.

“Understood.”

“...I-... I’m sorry. About your friend, I mean.” Fiddling with the ends of her right-hand sleeve and noticing it had started to bunch up at some point in the day, she pulls it as far down as possible.

“Cliff Jumper was a brave soldier and good friend. I will see him and our other lost friends when I eventually rejoin the Allspark.”

“The Allspark?”

“A well of power and energon from which all life on Cybertron came from and will return to- until all are one…” There’s a wistfullness to the mech’s voice, as if there are more meanings to the what he’s just said, ones in which he yearns for. Jolting himself out of whatever thoughts were whipping around in his head, Optimus continues, “...but that is a story for another day. For now, you must recharge. I will see early tomorrow morning, Y/n.”

The door to Y/n’s right pops open, and she hops out- albeit a tad awkwardly- and looks back at the semi, “Thank you, Optimus. For promising me to keep us, but most importantly the children, safe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Stepping into her house and into her bedroom, she didn’t even get the chance to change out of her work clothes. Looking at the bed, she decided it would just be best to just pass out and deal with anything that needed to be done in the morning. Before long, her eyes were fluttering shut and sleep finally had her within its grasp. That is until one particular realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

Her car was still parked in the school’s parking lot.

What a day.

Taglist: @the-unhinged-raccoon, @hystericalanarchy

#fanfic writing #transformers #angst #tw angst #slow burn #tfp megatron x reader #megatron x reader #tfp megatron #transformers Prime #transformers x reader #soulmate au #afab reader #fem reader #part 2 #a pair made in the pits

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Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 7 Christmas Dinner (Johnny Sawyer and Family)

Day 7 of ficmas coming right up, delving back into video game TCM instead of movie TCM.

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, fluff, No specific pronouns or descriptions of characters used.

"What do you mean Drayton said no?"

You asked Johnny incredulously standing in his bedroom at Nancy's

"Darlin' I mean just that, he said he wasn't makin no Christmas dinner. Nubbins apparently already ate all the meat for it anyway."

"What do you mean Nubbins ate it all?! I've been saving that for Christmas for like a week!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers as Johnny laughed from his spot sitting on his bed. You couldn't stand the thought of Christmas coming and going and not having any kind of dinner, even if you now lived with your boyfriend and his family of cannibals.

"What did mama say?"

You asked him referring to Nancy, Nancy adored you so you know as soon as she caught wind of Drayton saying no to you that she would set it straight.

"Mama? I didn't ask mama yet , why?"

"You think mama would be too keen on Drayton saying no to Christmas dinner of all things?"

You asked with a smile, already knowing the answer by the look on Johnny's face as he also shared a shit eating grin.

"Darlin' you and I both know mama would be distraught at the thought of us missing Christmas dinner"

"Then it looks like I have someone to go talk to about Christmas dinner then"

You stated heading toward his bedroom door knowing that Nancy was home. You followed the sound of commotion into the kitchen and were met with not only Nancy but Bubba and Sissy were also over.

"Hey there sugar, do you want any tea? I just made it?"

Nancy asked as soon as she saw you enter the kitchen. You nodded at her giving her a smile.

"Thank you mama, but before tea I need to talk to y'all about something"

You said catching the attention of all three members of the family as you heard Johnny's deep chuckle from his bedroom.

"What is it?"

Sissy asked confused from her place next to Bubba at the table.

"Drayton told me we aren't allowed to have Christmas dinner"

"He said what?!"

Nancy exclaimed, turning from the tea kettle to face you.

"No Christmas dinner? whoever heard of such a silly thing"

Sissy agreed, Bubba made a series of sad grunts in protest himself.

"Johnny said that Drayton said that Nubbins had turned the meat into beef jerky or something and has already gone through it all even though Johnny told him not too"

You explained to the family as you took a seat at the kitchen table across from Sissy and Bubba.

"I done told that boy I don't know how many times that, that meat was for Christmas dinner.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear is how the old saying went as Nubbins and Drayton themselves stumbled in to Nancy's house after a long day of trying to and successfully rounding up escaped meat.

"Drayton Sawyer! You've got some explaining to do"

Nancy said as Drayton walked into the kitchen. When his eyes met the four of you sitting around the kitchen table he knew what she was mad about. Johnny also walked into the kitchen when he heard Drayton arrive and not wanting to miss the show he took his spot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you close.

"Nance honey now wait a minute-"

"No Drayton, you've obviously had your time to talk, now I'm gonna take my turn. Not have a Christmas dinner? are you crazy? When in all the years of heading this family have we not had Christmas dinner?"

"Nancy I only said that cause we ain't got enough meat for it"

Drayton desperately tried to spare himself from the onslaught Nancy was dishing out.

"And who's fault is it we ain't got enough meat? Maybe if you had been watching Nubbins like I had told you to do."

Johnny's chest began rumbling with a hearty chuckle under where your head was placed on it as Nancy continued to yell at Drayton. Sissy and Bubba were also obviously enjoying the show of Drayton finally being put in his place.

"That just won't do Drayton, you and Nubbins need to go out there and get us some meat for Christmas dinner. Don't even think of coming back to this house until you got us some meat"

Drayton's eyes widened at Nancy's proclamation. Johnny, not being able to hold it back any longer began to laugh out loud at Drayton. Sissy gave a giggle and Bubba started spewing out happy noises as Drayton was being dressed down.

Drayton's eyes locked with yours and suddenly you realized he had figured out who told Nancy.

"You" Drayton began "You think this is funny?! You think me gettin yelled at is funny you good for no-"

Johnny stood up from his spot suddenly, sizing Drayton up as he locked eyes with him.

"Don't push it old man, you better watch your mouth and go out there and do what mama said too"

Drayton shot Johnny a nasty look but turned and headed for the door, yelling for Nubbins to go get his ass back in the truck as he let the front door slam behind him.

Johnny took back his seat next to you, replacing his arm around your shoulders and placing his empty hand on your thigh.

"Somethin' tells me this is gonna be the best Christmas dinner we've had in a long time"

Johnny said giving you a smile you happily returned. You couldn't help but agree with him as you felt that this Christmas would be just a bit sweeter then most.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #12 days of ficmas #ficmas #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm the game #johnny sawyer #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny tcm

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The Good, the bad, and the Ugly

The Good - For Christmas Sheila signed me up for Surly Brewing's Bottle Project. Four times a year I get a limited edition beer. I love limited edition beers.

This week I went to the large brewery and restaurant to pick up the first bottle. There was also a metal water bottle for me. A lot of people there for the same reason. Surly also had a small tasting event for us.

We got to try a sample of what's in that bottle: North, a barleywine ale aged in fernet barrels. Very good.

Then we sampled Tattersall distillery's amaro and fernet, two bitter, aromatic spirits. I liked each, but probably not enough to buy a 750ml bottle of either.

The Bad - Last night I opened the dishwasher to put in a final glass. I peered inside to admire my handiwork before pressing the start button. Nothing caps off the end of my day like starting the dishwasher, then going to bed while it works, and I sleep.

Some people don't care how they load a dishwasher. But I do. I like to imagine things get more clean when the plates are aligned, pieces of silverware all face the same direction, and cups and mugs are thoughtfully placed at an angle where they don't accumulate water if the bottoms are concave.

Feng shui matters in appliances too.

My wife, standing behind me, watched. Earlier, she had turned one plate around. Two plates now faced each other. A good host doesn't seat a left-handed person to the right of a right-handed person. Their elbows will bump. Always something to think about. And plates shouldn't face each other in the dishwasher because... well, just because.

She laughed as I corrected the placement. Then I started the machine and retired to the guest room for the night.

The Ugly - Friends of ours parked a vehicle in our driveway while they were in Mexico for a few weeks. We live not far from the airport and don't mind dropping off people so they don't have to pay for parking. Last night I picked up the couple in their own vehicle.

It's a 29-year-old Jeep Grand Cherokee. At one time this was a very nice, expensive SUV with leather seats, automatic climate control, and other luxury features. The paint had been white, I think.

Today it's their winter beater.

Before I could drive to MSP I had to jump start the Jeep for the second time. I had run it the day before, to make sure it would start, after jump starting it the first time.

To unlock the hood I pulled on Vice Grip pliers that were permanently affixed to a cable under the dashboard.

Once the Jeep was running, it was loud. The exhaust system apparently was vacationing in Mexico too, leaving me with a deep rumbling, rusty Jeep.

Driving along I-494 made me think the road was covered in ice. It was just the Jeep. The right side tires were not in agreement with the left side ones, or the front with the back either. Like four kids fighting in the back seat, except I couldn't hear them over the sound of the exhaust. The power steering didn't work either. Driving in a straight line required two hands at all times and much concentration. What an ingenious way to keep a person from texting while driving.

At the cell phone lot I waited briefly while our friends collected luggage and went through customs. There was no way I was going to shut off the Jeep, for fear it wouldn't start again. So I sat next to two unfortunate drivers who surely could hear and feel the Jeep's exhaust. While stationary, I began to smell that exhaust too. Only my sense of sight was spared from it. Had I seen the toxic gas inside the Jeep I probably would have simply abandoned the vehicle where it was parked.

Finally I picked up the couple in the arrivals section. Traffic was pretty bad. After they were belted in, I tried to leave but was blocked all around. An officer directing traffic must have been tired of the sound, smell, and sight of that Jeep.

He--and I'm not exaggerating--stopped two lanes of traffic, made another car move forward, and directed me to get the Jeep into the far left lane so I could leave. I waved to him in thanks. H probably rolled his eyes.

On the way to my house I good-naturedly remarked about the condition of the Jeep. The wife of the couple laughed, then asked: "You're not writing about this on your blog, are you?"

Of course not.

#The worst vehicle I've ever driven #dishwasher feng shui #beer snob

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Shyan Shipping Society - NY Fic Exchange 2024

hi everyone!

can you believe it's our fourth annual new years exchange? we had some amazing fics and art (hosted in our server!) and i can't wait to bring them all to you here! let's go!

CHECK OUT THE AO3 COLLECTION!

doll island by idkspookystuff | E, 3K, complete

So Shane clearly picked up something on the Island. Something that made him hot and sweaty and horny, apparently. It doesn’t sound like any spider venom Ryan’s ever heard of, or the signs of a demonic curse. Although, a curse- “Oh, fuck,” Ryan swears. it's 2016, shane & ryan are on the island of the dolls, and a demonic doll plays matchmaker

satan, you're a nerve-y one by icantturnthisthingoff | E, 1K, complete

After a series of unfortunate events, Ryan finds himself alone on New Years Eve wishing he had someone to keep him company Enter, Incubus Shane

The Sky In The Snow by Charmingwolf | T, 1K, complete

A group of backpackers stayed the night in an abandoned shed deep in the forest. In the dark, one was journaled their adventures until they felt the rumble of a massive creature just outside the thin walls. They looked out the window and saw a huge black thing with scales that twinkled like stars and huge fangs that dripped puddles of dark goo as it walked. That was all they got down before the creature attacked. It tore down the walls of the shed before killing the backpackers and dragging them into the crunchy frostbitten grass. That was 20 years ago. No one has seen the creature since. Ryan and the producers think it would make a great video to go hunting for the creature dubbed The Forest Hill Lizard.

one random night when everything changes by Artemis | E, 1K, complete

Ryan looks for Shane on New Year's Eve and finds more than just the person he was looking for that night. AKA Shane confesses his love for Ryan, they smooch, then they do something about it.

all in! by anonymous | T, 4K, complete

“I bet…," he starts, flashing a grin at Shane's flushed face. "you won’t kiss me on New Year’s Eve.” Ryan watches as Shane instantly runs the numbers on this, through whatever mental calculator he has in his brain. He imagines beeps and whirs, gears turning words into numbers. “Alright, Bergara,” he says, after a moment. Then, he slides his whole stack of chips sitting on the pool table and nods, slow and considering. “I’m all in.” OR: Ryan makes a bet. It escalates from there.

They Got Subway at 2 am by Charmingwolf | M, 1K, complete

After a very silly and kind of sexually charged shoot, Shane and Ryan explore each other's bodies like they have done many times before.

Given the Chance by PlatinumPussycat208 | E, 3K, complete

“It’s…I built a time machine.” Ryan and Shane blinked at each other. The other Shane and Ryan looked at one another, but stayed in the doorway quietly. “Fuck off, Steven. That’s not funny.” Shane’s voice was serious now. “No! I mean it!” Steven cried. “It’s how I’ve been keeping on top of everything here! It only goes back a little! It just gives me more time in the day!” Ryan barked out a laugh. “Oh my god…trust Steven to build a time machine to do more work.” - a fun, smutty fic for the SSS NY Exchange!

Scheming for a Smooch by Impala_Chick | T, 2K, complete

The boys both decide to make a move on each other with a New Year's kiss at midnight. Only problem is, they're both plotting to get a smooch and the other doesn't know it yet.

Their dynamic is... by tasty_littl_snack | G, 1K, complete

Food files from the cameraman's perspective.

With A Little Help From Our Friends by quackers | M, 3K, complete

Everyone thinks they know Ryan and Shane's secret. Everyone. They might be wrong.

thank you so much to all of the incredible creators who joined this event! happy 2024 from the sss mods! we have so many fun things planned so make sure you follow us here on tumblr or join the server so you don't miss out! we hope you had a great 2023 in our server/on our blog and we can't wait for you to continue having a great time in our server in 2024!

love you!

the mods

#shyan shipping society new years exchange 2024 #shyan shipping society #shyan #skeptic believer #watcher after dark #buzzfeed unclean #buzzfeed after dark #mod ve

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jessjad · 2 months

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Unexpected

Chapter 3

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2016

Warnings: maybe slow burn?, some language (it's a given at this point)

A/N: And here we are again. Yup, I think we'll have a little slow burn in the beginning too. But it won't stay that long, I can promise you. 🤭 Also, I'm not gonna tell you that I changed directions for this story again. No, I don't. 😌 My brain is just not braining anymore with these two. 😂 Like always, all mistakes are mine.

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"This is ridiculous! I bought it here last week, it's already broken and now I want a refund!"

In this very split second, Y/N had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. Why was she still doing this job anyway? Oh, yeah, because she needed the money.

"Ma'am, like I said, I need a receipt. I can't find this product in our system and just to be sure that everything is done correctly, I..."

"Can I talk to a manager?"

The woman seemed to have enough of this and was trying to be her best Karen at this point. But what she didn't know, was that Y/N had also enough of this.

After everything that happen while she had a break off work, she didn't feel herself anymore. Soldier Boy really went up with her into the aparment. Eventhough she did her best to not show it, it made her feel really uncomfortable. The tall man with the broad shoulders took up so much space, she was not used to that anymore. His neutral look on his face while he was taking in her home did not help. Not that it was important to her if he liked it or not.

Y/N had needed a drink after that day and the supe helped himself to one too. He also took out a small plastic bag with some white pills in it, but that was where she had to draw the line. He obviously did not like that at all, but she told him, that this was her apartment. Again, that didn't make it better and so they compromised to joints.

"If you would live in your own apartment and not here with me during this whole... charade you could take so many drugs you want." Y/N tried to lure him, with no success.

"Yeah, I would. But my... house... is not here in New York. And it's fucking clear that I'm not gonna move into the damn Vought Tower. This is doing just fine." a smirk deep on his face, knowing just very well what he was saying.

The rest of the evening was a mere blur. Mallory would be contacting her again in the next couple of days. She would get a second phone to only communicate with Mallory if needed and to get every further details in the next time. Soldier Boy would giving her the payment they agreed on, with the apparent thought in mind, that she could not continue her job at a certain point in this story. At first that scared her a little. But now, it sounded heavenly.

"I'm the manager here. And this is not the way our policy works. I'm sorry."

"Are you serious?" the woman asked in anger.

"You can call our customer service, if you want to. They will find another possibility to refund you."

"You're unbeliveable! I will NOT be treated like this! I'm a paying customer of this store!"

Y/N wanted to turn around to call for a co-worker to help, which made the woman only more furious. She was about to reach over the counter to grasp Y/N's hair or shoulder, but she didn't get far."

"I would think twice about that." a deep voice rumbled over their heads.

With surpries Y/N turned her head and looked right into the green eyes of her looming shadow. He was holding the wrist of "Karen" infront of her who too looked with incredulously up to the man next to her. Was it already time? She thought she still had another couple of days.

"Hello, darlin'." Soldier Boy drooled in his best manners and Y/N needed a second to comprehent.

"Hi! What... what are you doing here?"

Her co-workers appered and the customers in the store started to murmer. In the corner of her eyes she heared people asking if the man was really Soldier Boy. Others were slowly pulling out their phones, taking pictures or even making a video. Now she knew they had to be quick. Soldier Boy's face signalizing the same thing.

"I'm picking you up. Ready to go?"

"Yeah! Yeah, we... can go." she turned to the young woman next to her. "Stacey, can you take over? This... this is getting serious."

Stacey just nodded, already seeing what was happening in the store. "Don't worry. I'll cover for you. You only had one hour left anyway."

"Thank you. I will call tomorow."

Y/N grabed her purse and jacket and went around the counter. The supe let go of "Karen's" wrist who was still fuming and still not believing what was happening. With an heavy arm over her shoulder her now knew boyfriend escorted her out of the store.

"I think it would be better..." he whispered into her ear. "...if you start calling me Ben now."

"... today around one o'clock. There are multiple sidings of Soldier Boy. Some pictures online went up for speculation until videos of him appeared. He was walking out of a store with a unknown woman by his side..."

The news of Soldier Boy being back went viral within minutes. The mayhem that followed was something Y/N would've not expected. She knew it would be crazy, but not that kind of crazy. People online started to argue with eachother if the pictures and videos were fake or not and the more Y/N stared at the screen, seeing herself on the side of the supe, she also tried to not believe it.

"Smile a little. There's no fucking going back now anyway." Ben chimed in.

"You think?"

To that, Ben just huffed. But he was right. This was it, now the world knew, that he was back. And that Y/N was a part of it. She had to sit down. The anxiety that started to creep up her spine was new. How would people react when they saw her on the street? How much would her life change? How big would the dangers be that surely laid ahead of her? Y/N couldn't imagine at the moment.

Her phone started to ring and the sudden sound startled her. Ben looked annoyed but didn't say anything, focusing back on her tv. When Y/N saw who the caller was she would've wished she could put it off. But she knew it was better to face it now than later.

"Hello Mum."

"Y/N? Are you ok?" The panic in her voice evident.

"Yes, Mum. I'm fine." Y/N tried to calm her down.

"Are you sure? I... I just saw the news and there were you. With this supe."

"Yeah, I know. I've seen it too."

"This... this is not real, right?"

Hearing the voice of her mother so full of worry and disbelieve she wished it would not be real. That all of this was just a cruel joke. But it was not. And she was sure it would break her mother's heart again.

"Daughter? Tell me that this is NOT real!"

"Mum, I..." she tried.

"No! I cannot believe this! Y/N... how could you?" The tears in her voice unmistakable.

"It's not that easy, Mum. I tried to stay out of it, but I didn't succeed, I quess." Y/N looked down on the floor, feeling really bad about all of this.

"Y/N, you should know better! After what happend to Jenny, this..." her voice broke completly and Y/N felt the tears build in her eyes too.

"I know, Mum. I have not forgotten about it. And I wish... I would have thought about this twice... but it all went so fast. I swear I never wanted this in the first place!"

The silence that followed was so loud and rang in Y/N's ears, that for a moment she thought her Mum had hung up on her. But a deep sigh proofed her wrong.

"Is it something serious?" Her small voice full of emotions.

"Mum..."

What was she supposed to answer now? The truth was not an option. It would only put her into more danger, than she probably already was in. But Y/N could not be to loose about the situation, since it was going to be something long term. She drew a glanze over her shoulder to the man sitting on her couch.

"Honestly? I don't know, Mum. But it feels like it."

And that wasn't even a lie. It was surreal, yeah, but it also felt serious. In more than one way. Because from now on Ben would be living here with her.

"I know, that I have no right to tell you what to do or how to live your life, but under these circumstances... Y/N, please. Be careful and take care of you! And whatever happens, you can come home to us. You know that, right?"

"I know, Mum. Thank you."

Hanging up was so hard to do. Giving up her last sliver of hope for her normal life felt so final. With a deep sigh she went over to the couch and sat down. On the screen infront of her were still pictures shown of her and Ben and the uneasiness did not leave her.

"Who's Jenny?" Ben asked all of a sudden.

"What?" Y/N returned with furrowed brows. "Were you listening in on me?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Comes with the territory."

That upset her. "Okay, let's make one thing clear. I don't want you to eavesdrop on me!"

"Don't pee your fucking pantys. I can't do anything about it."

"But you could at least try! Don't make this any more difficult as it already is!"

"I liked you better, when you didn't talked to me..." Ben grumbled to himself.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that you don't like me anymore. Guess what? I don't care!"

And with that Y/N got up and stormed into her bedroom.

With dread in her eyes, Ashley Barrett watched the screen in the Vought Headquartes. Seeing Soldier Boy flashing his smile to the woman by his side was not good. She could already feel her stress level rise with each second that passed by.

"Oh well. What do we have here."

Ashley's eyes widened in shock and slowly she turned around.

"Is that really him? Soldier Boy?" Homelander asked and Ashley, could only nod.

"Did I not tell you to report everything to me, Ashley?"

"Yes! Yes, you did. But I just saw it too. I did not had the time to..."

"It's okay!" Homlander interrupted and focused on the screens infront of him. "So, he really made it out..."

With a stoic face, the blonde supe crossed his arms behind his back and went over to the window. This was definitly not what he expected or even wanted to happen. His "somehow" father, the man he had looked up to before he new the full truth, was not someone he wanted to see ever again.

But since he didn't find his body outside the Vought Tower after their fight, he had a feeling that this was not the last time he'd seen him. The question was, what he'll be doing now. Because one thing was for sure. They still had a score to settle. And this time, he would not be the one to loose.

"We need to find him." He said to himself, but Ashley felt like she needed to answer to that.

"We can observe him. With this woman he had on his side, it will probably be pretty easy to find him."

She started to scramble through her purse to find her phone and unlocked her Computer. She didn't had it in her to look up to Homelander, who had turned around, and tried to look busy. But he made his way over to her, stopping behind the woman and laying a hand on her neck.

He leaned forward and whispered. "Then you better make this your top priority right know before someone else finds him first. Or else..." he applyed a little pressure but not so much that it really hurt. "... we have to talk again."

And with that he left the room and Ashley had to fight the urge of pulling her hair again.

A/N: What do you think the world is going to do next with these news? Let me know! 🤭

@lyarr24 @leigh70 @k-slla @deadlydivergentgirl

#unexpected #the boys amazon #soldier boy #jensen ackles #fanfiction

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space-mermaid-writing · 26 days

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The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Werewolf!Tony Stark / Vampire!Stephen Strange

Tags: hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

Chapter's note: BOOP! 🐾

Chapter 8: The one where they cuddle

Stephen was used to talking to Jarvis now whenever he visited Tony’s lab.

However, he was not used to the A.I. calling him on his phone.

And when Jarvis told him that Tony apparently didn’t feel well and he wanted the doctor to take a look at him, Stephen was alarmed instantly. Upon inquiry he found out: no, Tony was not injured and was currently in his penthouse.

Jarvis even provided him a photo so Stephen could portal straight into the engineer’s living room.

He had never been out of the lab before when he visited the tower, but he trusted the A.I. that he had permission.

Stepping through the sparkling circle, he immediately noticed that, here, it smelled even more like Tony than in the lab downstairs. It also felt more intimate, because this was the engineer’s home.

Jarvis had been smart enough to close the curtains on the panorama windows so that only dim light came in that sunny afternoon. No direct sun, which would harm Stephen.

“Tony?” The sorcerer turned around, looking for the engineer, focused on the task at hand. “Tony, Jarvis called me. Are you alright?”

There was a sound next to the couch, a mixture of a yelp and a whine. Stephen approached it and saw that Tony had curled up on the floor in his wolf form. It was amazing how the giant Were managed to fit into the small space.

When the Were heard the footsteps, he looked up only briefly and emitted a low whiff, before lowering his head again.

“What happened, Jarvis?”

“Mr. Stark slept four point five hours in the last three days and experienced several anxiety attacks due to nightmares and stress.”

Stephen’s eyes softened. “Oh, Tony.”

The wolf growled like he was upset that Jarvis snitched on him, but it was too faint to be threatening.

Stephen crouched next to him, ready to back away if Tony seemed uncomfortable by his presence. But the Were didn’t even bat an eye as he ran his slender fingers through the fur. “Hey, it’s fine. We have all been there.” He brushed some of the longer strands out of the Were’s face to look at it. “Join me on the couch? Or do you prefer staying on the floor?”

Tony had no preference and after contemplating about it for a few seconds, he got up. Stephen moved on the couch and Tony climbed on it too, flopped right onto the sorcerer’s lap. He buried his face in the blue robe, rubbing his cheek on the fabric as if scenting it.

Must be a Were thing.

But if it made him comfortable, Stephen wouldn’t complain. His fingers were back in the fur, that was softer than he had imagined it. He massaged the wolf between his ears and down his neck. A deep rumble went through the Were like a purr.

“I will guard you, if you want to try to sleep for a bit. There’s magic that will prevent nightmares.” Stephen voiced this suggestion carefully, because he knew Tony was extra wary of mind magic. “I will only cast it if I feel them approaching.”

Tony was desperate enough that he made no objections. Instead he moved into a comfier position. Then exhaustion took over him.

The next time he was awake there was still a hand playing with his hair, gently twisting his locks. It was too cozy and he didn't want to open his eyes yet, still wanted to linger in that sweet in-between stage of being awake and asleep.

He tightened his arm around his pillow. But this pillow, although wrapped in fabric, wasn’t soft, but rather stiff.

Tony heard a chuckle from above.

“Did you have a good nap?”

Tony gave a noncommittal noise in answer. And from the sound of his voice – and the fact that he had fingers instead of paws grabbing the fabric – he noticed that he was back in human form. It must have been ages since he shifted in his sleep with someone around.

Finally, he opened his eyes. While he slept, the sorcerer had put a blanket over him. Under it he was naked.

Stephen was still sitting on the couch, reading one of his old magic tomes, but he put it aside when he saw that Tony was turning his attention to him. He eyed the engineer.

“Tea?”

The hand in his hair stopped moving and Tony caught himself wishing it would continue playing with his hair.

“Coffee,” he demanded.

“Not before you have at least another five hours of sleep.”

“You’re mean,” Tony complained.

Stephen slowly peeled himself from under Tony, probably to go make that tea. The Were only let him go reluctantly and only because he had no other excuse.

“Are you hungry?” Stephen asked him.

“Oh god yes!” Tony curled up under the blanket and watched as the Vamp went into the kitchen, where he searched through the cabinets. He still felt exhausted, although more rested. At least he felt more human than before.

But also more exposed. Stephen had seen him vulnerable – and that bothered him more than it should. It wasn’t the fact that he was naked, Tony had never been shy in that regard.

The sorcerer was operating his kitchen as if he belonged there. It just felt right. He felt like a member of Tony’s pack. A potential mat-… Tony quickly turned around, averting his eyes to banish that thought.

A mistake, because now his nose was exactly where Stephen had been sitting before. Sandalwood and black tea, mixed with Tony’s own scent.

He groaned. This wasn’t helping.

After a while Stephen brought the promised tea, together with some sandwiches. Tony sat up, the blanket wrapped around him, and reached for the cup first. But in just one sip, he knew that he wasn't going to be a fan of this tea. Still, he was thirsty enough that he emptied half the cup before reaching for the food and biting into a sandwich.

Grilled cheese and ham.

It was only after a while that Stephen finally spoke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Tony ate the sandwich in a few bites. “Sorry I kept you from whatever you had actually planned today.”

Stephen looked at him with those intense blue eyes. “You don’t need to apologize. In fact, I-… “ He stopped, because there was no way he would admit he actually had enjoyed their cuddling. Instead he offered, “I could put wards around your bedroom that will keep the nightmares at bay. So you have less trouble sleeping.”

“I will think about it,” Tony muttered. He grabbed the last of the sandwiches and stood up, the blanket still wrapped around him for some decency. “Anyway, thanks for… you know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’mma head in the shower.”

Stephen took the cue. “Of course. Call me if you need anything.” He pulled his sling ring out of his pocket, but then paused and turned back to the engineer. “I meant it: we’ve all been there. There’s no shame in having bad days.”

Tony just nodded and watched Stephen leave through a portal. As soon as he was alone, he groaned. “Jarvis, we’ll have a conversation about privacy later.”

The A.I. remained silent while Tony walked to the bathroom. Usually, that was a sign that he disagreed.

“I can’t believe you called the wizard,” Tony muttered, but he wasn’t really angry about it. More like annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

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crying-fantasies · 6 months

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She, Connie

Masterlist

There is a ear popping roar the first time Grimlock saw you, brushing you off, away from him while trashing the town around, almost as you were an ant on his wake while you see at least two other bots, Decepticons you would later know, hanging from his tail to stop him, failing miserably, and a whole group of vehicles right behind, all of them shouting in bops and clicks and apparently trying to stop him.

The second time you met him was in the news, a giant robot tyrannosaurus rex trying to hunt a horse down while two purple jets were hot on his heels.

The third time, as some call the lucky or damned one, you found him, he was so damaged, fallen on the floor, looking at you and growling, no jets or cars or whatever around him.

You had the opportunity to turn on your step and get lost, let him there to his own luck, but you couldn't.

And that made you stay with him for days, a branch on your hand with the purpose to defend him and you, what wishful thinking, really, but you didn't know if some crazy scientist could get their hands on him, it wasn't never good when humans got a cybertronian to mess with and all the planet had to pay for some freak trying to play God.

You sometimes left him there to eat, to go at least to shower and return back, giving an exhausted look at him, how long was he going to be there? Could he even move? He at least consumed the meat you bought on the market, was he good enough with only that? You had no way of getting energon but he still took your meat without a problem before returning to his previous position.

He just stayed there, looking at you, he doesn't blink, you don't know if he can to begin with, he is just there and he roars a "No!" or something like that before you get knocked out, next thing you know you are found wrapped on a burrito of blankets slightly smeared by half processed energon and left in front of a police station.

What a story to tell.

It's the fourth time, just outside the building you are on, when you see him not before you heard him, people is crying out loud and shouting, there he is again, but now he is looking at you, he is fighting with another robot, a very big one, he has a tree on his mouth, and he sees you.

His eyes go big when he takes a deep breath, the tree falls from his mouth and he is looking at you with a pretty much funny face for a dinosaur robot, you could've laughed for the stupid sight but ended up screaming too when a literal train ran him over.

The fifth time he showed up in front of you, he looked better, even healthy if you could say so, and this time he has a piece of unknown meat on his mouth that falls ungraciously at your feet, then he changes (wait, he can change?) and you get a very tall humanoid in front of you that tells you "Now we even" with his hands on his hips before turning away to a space ship you didn't notice before in the park nearby.

Funny thing, the ship couldn't get on air even when they tried multiple times, then it did take a few meters from the surface just to collapse on a deserted area, all your neighborhood looks it happen.

It isn't wise but you go see anyway, halfway there you find him again in bot form.

The rest, is almost history, except for this.

"What are you doing?" His mouth and face are poking just above your abdomen, he is breathing, deep, even if he doesn't have a real need for it, you touch his big face, still amazed by how warm he is, his optics are off while he nuzzles against your body and he does an interesting sound.

You have heard Grimlock roar, say his name times enough to have it engraved on your mind in his peculiar way of talk, and even learned when a growl is for keeping you away or trying to attract your attention.

Now, Grimlock is doing this thing, like, vibrating from where his throat is, you don't know if he has a different name for that, it's a rumbling sound, his frame almost vibrating, then he kind of howls, hard, moving his head so hard in direction to the sky he almost makes you fall back.

It's autumn, and it's the first time Grimlock has ever rubbed the underside of his big jaw to any inch of you that he can, making special emphasis on your head.

"What has gotten into you?" You are nervous, Grimlock has never tried to eat you or anything, but his force and his sudden fear inducing attacks are something to be wary of.

But Grimlock keeps on rumbling, his big body pressed to you and the next moment you are being tossed around, it's not the first time he has you around or inside of him when he transforms, seeing metal move from one place to another, this time, for a change, you get to see a purple light between the wires, when he finishes you are next to his chassis, hands first to stop an impact, he keeps you there, looking at you with his visor, it's so curious how he can show so much emotions with it, he seems to have something to say, but doesn't say anything, he just puts you hand delicately as he can over his chest armor, he looks your hand there and then at you and he rumbles again.

Could this be part of his dinosaur behavior? Or him being an alien? There is no direct answer before he looks again at the sky of autumn, little sprouts of spring already popping around.

You don't see Grimlock for a day but your whole neighborhood hears him, he is doing a strange sound again and you hear the scandalized shouts of his cons companions, the next day he comes to you, he seems happy and people are coming to see in a distance the big dinobot is comfortable with before getting on you level and opening his mouth-

There is a baby, Grimlock has a purple baby on his dangerous and sharp teeth filled mouth that is sleeping so peacefully that makes this whole thing look surreal.

"She, Connie" he said without a problem, his glossa dangerously moving along the baby that woke up, the baby had red eyes that looked at your very soul.

Someone fainted, someone shouted, and someone said: "How did you knock up a fucking space dinosaur?!"

And, in all honesty, you don't know how, because he is an alien and maybe it did happen but you don't know how???

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #tf grimlock #grimlock x human reader #grimlock x reader #grimlock #transformers g1 #transformers grimlock

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hegoeshardasfuck · 1 month

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shake it left, shake it right (fuck me through the night)

wordcount: 1K

tags: established relationship, mating cycles/in heat, hair pulling, biting, rough sex, porn with some plot

synopsis: Riff gets his shit fucking rocked

note: this one goes out to the Trolls fans, I see u, I hear u, heres some smut for the girlies with no Ao3 account. wrote this before i fully grasped the intensity of Floyd's queer-coding so uh, ignore the very starting paragraphs. if you enjoy consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52567057

The last time Floyd slept with a guy was when he was nineteen. He sort of decided to swing straight away after that, going after women because they were dying at his feet whether he liked it or not. Why not make use of that knowledge, just to see where it would get him.

It got him surrendered to Velvet and Veneer by a group of K-pop Trolls that had him absolutely enraptured is where it got him. A kiss, some tantalizing words he did not understand, and he'd be willing to go anywhere they asked him too. And that was used against him, brought to Mount Rageous and used as a drug for talent.

He retreated to Rock the second he could, his home away from home. The one place he felt safe enough to shed his vest despite gnarled scars from varying origins. Where he could tell dumb horny jokes with an impossibly explicit vocabulary and get an uproar of laughter instead of offended gasps. Where he could just be, even with Pop origins he felt a lot better in Rock.

Apparently he felt safe enough to slip into heat, a cycle he was sure he couldn't attain anymore considering the whole 'life force drained' thing that happened. But he could, and he wakes up with this twist in stomach and he obeys the heat under his skin before he can think about it.

"Riff," It's this long, expectant, whiny sound clawing it's way out of Floyd's throat. He slings himself against the drummer who near instantly picks up the heady scent, it makes him shiver.

"Yeah?" Riff answered with.

"It's that time of the month, no ones around," He keeps his words on Riff's ear, hand wrapping around his boyfriends tail, it twitches and furls. He's purring, a deep rumble in his chest he hasn't been able to shut off all morning. This was inevitable, he decides, having sex with his boyfriend of many months. The heat spurred it on just a bit, but it's been on his mind for a very long while.

Riff gives this nervous sound, this almost nervous sound, "I got a show babe."

Floyd lurches back from Riff, "How long is it gonna take?"

"Not super long, the average length," Riff answered with, "And then, after the show, we can do it."

"You can swear you know," Floyd answered with, he had the audacity to cock a hand on his hip. The motion made Riff freeze, a short circuit in his brain, "Just say fuck, it's hot."

"You're hot," was all Riff could supply in response to the statement.

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It's Riff whose bending over backwards for Floyd.

It's Riff whose begging and pleading due to whatever freaky mode the heat put Floyd into it.

It's Riff whose losing a semblance of sanity and control under his boyfriend even though he was sure it'd be reverse.

"Say it again, louder," Floyd prompted, hands tracing across Riff's front as he went, tactfully sliding away from wherever it would spark pleasure. Avoiding any and every where that he guessed would make Riff go insane, just for fun, to get a grasp on what he'll be working with.

There's heavy panting before Riff can even form a syllable, "Please," It's a choked sound followed by a euphoric note as Floyd scrapes over those soft expanses of flesh with dulled claws. The motion leaves a searing trail of pleasure behind even as the same hand wrenches into Riff's hair at the base and yanks. He jerks further back against his crazed boyfriend and he's still heaving his breaths, near writhing.

"Good boy," The words ghost against Riff's neck alongside teeth so sharp they have to be artificial (they aren't, they aren't, they aren't, and Riff fucking loves his boyfriends fangs). He partially sinks down, swiping pin prick fangs across flesh and reveling in the way Riff's breath hitches in time with the hand working him.

The adrenaline from the show has long since been replaced, something entirely different rushing through Riff. Initially, Floyd was running hot, an impossible amount of degrees hot for a Pop Punk Troll. Now Riff feels like every single inch of his body is on fire, sparks bursting under his skin and barely appeased by the touch that Floyd is offering him.

He's ravenous, he barely registers himself as such with those softly spoken words worming into his brain. They're sugary sweet, probably because Floyd is Pop Punk, they make his brain feel full of cotton candy. All stuffed up and turning a blank whenever he tries to bring himself to beg louder so Floyd will hurry the fuck up and give him everything.

This should be reversed, deep in the roots of Riff's desperation he knows it should be the other way. That Floyd should be the one bitching and moaning and begging and pleading, but it isn't. No, Floyd is just barely edging Riff closer, holding onto him like he's a lifeline, nails digging into flesh. It's oddly euphoric, to be nearly torn into but not quite, to be nearly bit but not quite, it just shoots him into an entirely different state.

"C'mon sweetheart," Floyd urges quietly, words a snarl against Riff's ear, "You can cum for me."

He does nothing to shift his ministrations, nothing to speed up or slow down. Nothing at all aside from a tightening grip in Riff's hair, and apparently that's all it takes with the words to jolt him over the edge. His body jerks but Floyd holds him perfectly still, fangs still tracing over the crux of his throat, resting at his pulse. He doesn't let go even with the slick dripping down to his thighs, his breathing is labored yet quiet, a soft susurrus sound.

"Holy," Riff pauses to catch his breath, his entire body is shaking more than he thought possible, "Holy fuck."

"Ready for round two?" Floyd asked, already tracing along Riff's inner thigh expectantly.

Riff swallows thickly, "Round two?"

"I'm gonna be jacked up for a long time, Riff," Floyd purred, tapping his nails a little further up his boyfriends thigh, "If you need to get some water go ahead, but we'll be right back at it the second you enter this room."

Riff shudders at the snarled promise because he knows Floyd will go through.

#trolls #fliff #riff x floyd #floyd x riff #smutfic #smut fanfiction #lemon #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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peachymilkandcream · 2 months

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Ready or Not|Part 2|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Getting into the actual level of Levi's obsession and looking more in depth to it has been actually so much fun. He's never actually truly lost it before so it's really cool to see what he does. Enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc

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Deep down Levi was grateful that Erwin stayed with him while he sobered up, really he was. But part of him couldn't help but be annoyed at this obvious display of weakness to the other man. Now Erwin would look down on him even more, after everything he said.

He couldn't think about that now, couldn't let it distract him. He had work to do.

The facts: His wife was missing with his toddler son and unborn child. Someone on this island had helped them or else she never would have made it that far. Which direction she had went and if she had gotten off the island he still didn't know. What he did know is that each passing second his wife was gone provoked his anger and added to his sexual frustration.

"Slow down Levi, you look like an animal." Erwin commented while reading the paper.

True, Levi probably looked like some kind of wild animal when he ate like that, but he was too enraged to think about table manners at a time like this. "Kiss my ass Erwin."

"I'd rather not, no telling where it's been with Underground riff-raff like you."

The sound of Levi's knife being stabbed into the table made the Commander pause for just a moment.

"Keep acting this way and I won't help you."

"Fine. I still don't understand why you're helping me."

"Because since you've been married and had sex frequently your improvement is astonishing. And if you cope like this then clearly the common factor is you need a woman. But due to your obsessive personality you'll only take one. So here we are."

"Damn right I'll only take one-"

"So what are your theories, what do you propose we do now?"

"Send out riders, search every corner of this damn island until they find her. You and I will focus on figuring out who helped her."

"She's never gotten this far has she."

"No, which just proves someone helped her. Evelyn doesn't have the resources to evade me for this long."

"I see, where should we start?"

Levi seesaws his knife back and forth between his fingers while he thinks.

"I have an idea."

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Despite what little countries were left still standing in this new world, Evelyn found this one to be the most hospitable. When they landed, she found a city bustling with life, most likely unaware of the horrors across the sea.

Apparently they had stopped the rumbling before much damage could be done. These people seemed happy and joyful, hit with the shockwave of that phenomenon but thinking they had gotten off without too much destruction. A happy environment with happy families and happy children.

This is where she would raise hers. Evelyn was determined that they would grow up in peace and happiness, never knowing about the hatred and vile past their mother had once been a part of, she'd leave it all behind and start anew.

This was her second chance. A chance to be redeemed.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump, fear filling every inch of her body at the thought she had been found so soon.

Slowly Evelyn turned, facing her fears and trying to read the features of the man before her to know if her nightmare had truly ended. Or was just getting worse.

#ready or not #break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi aot #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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kasperbunny · 4 months

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no one is going to understand this except me, but i wrote a little thing for me and my bf's ocs. i just like sharing my work, so if anyone does read this thanks <3

“It's snowing outside,” Ira’s deep voice sounded through the room as he glanced up from where he lay, snow flurries beginning to swirl outside the small window adjacent from the shared bed.

Dove had rolled from atop the other man, lightly thudding against the mattress as he now relaxed onto his stomach, his body rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath from their previous activities.

“Oh, great,” his voice was muffled as he nuzzled his face into the pillow, “Guess you'll have to stay in bed all day, then.”

Ira chuckled at that, a deep, rumbling sound that reverberated in Dove's ears and encompassed his entire body. Ira was moving now, rustling the sheets and pressing sweat tainted skin against skin as he laid a muscled arm across Dove’s freckled back. He pressed a soft kiss to Dove’s shoulder, earning a small noise from the half-elf.

“I don’t think so,” His accent was thick on his tongue, always music to Dove’s ears no matter how many times he heard it, “There’s work to be done, money to be made.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Dove grumbled at that, but knew it to be true. He himself was here on business, stopping in the town to peddle his wares before moving onto the next. It was only coincidence that the two had met up again, both apparently on the job in the same town, giving them a very overdue reunion, “It’s too cold here.”

“Perhaps we should settle down somewhere,” Ira mumbled against Dove’s shoulder, his large hand moving along the other’s back, tracing soft circles with his thumb before trailing down to grope fondly at his hip. Ira so loved seeing Dove’s lithe body laid out and naked, peeking out against the sheets, “Somewhere warm for you. I could build you a little house.”

Dove snickered, finally turning onto his back to face the other man. His long, ebony hair was untamed against the pillows, disheveled and obscuring his face. Ira was already there, brushing a few loose strands from Dove’s face and tucking them behind his pointed ear. He was so beautiful, Ira thought, his golden eyes almost glowing from the reflection of the light shining in through the windows. Dove was smiling up at him, his dimples present against the peppering of freckles that dusted his face. Ira thought he could stare at him forever.

“Is that your way of proposing to me, Shiralis?” Dove’s sharp teeth gleamed as he grinned teasingly.

“If you want it to be,” Ira was smiling now too, the expression brightening up his usually serious face, “Why don’t we settle down in a little seaside town, huh? I could be a fisherman, while you sell your little trinkets and things,” He chuckled softly, absentmindedly playing with a lock of Dove’s hair.

“A fisherman?” Dove laughed quizzically, “Pay would be shit, and you know I hate fish.”

“Hm,” Ira started, cupping Dove’s round face against the palm of his scarred hand, “There are many wanted posters up of you, my little thief. Perhaps I should go after you myself, and use the money to buy a boat.”

“Hey, at least split it with me,” He snorted out a chuckle, “I earned that bounty fair and square!”

Ira wanted more than anything in the world to stay right where he was at this moment, embraced against Dove and listening to his sweet, honey-like voice as he laughed. To feel his velvety skin against his own, to whisper dirty little secrets against his ear as they made love, and to hear Dove so shamelessly beg for more. Ira seemed to grow greedier and greedier the more times they met up, wanting, needing to hold the other man in his arms forever, to make him happy, to do anything in his power to keep him safe and close to him. Alas, life never seemed to work out the way he wanted it to.

“Kiss me, little elf,” Ira cooed, his voice low and with meaning as it shot its way through Dove’s body, forcing him to shiver, “Before I take my leave.”

Dove had no argument, humming softly as he leaned forward and connected their lips, their naked bodies bumping against one another as they turned to face each other fully now. Ira curled his fingers into the back of Dove’s hair, meeting his lips with feverish kisses of his own, as if he couldn’t, and never would, get enough of him. Dove was moaning quietly, his tongue flicking out to slowly drag along Ira’s top lip, earning a low groan from the human before they separated.

“How long will you be in town?” Dove piped up, a lovestruck look in his eyes.

“Few days,” Ira grumbled.

“Can we meet for dinner at the tavern tonight? I’ll pay.”

“Of course.”

Ira was kissing Dove again, one last quick peck before he begrudgingly untangled himself from the warm sheets. He rummaged around the floor for the clothes he had so carelessly thrown about in their fit of passion, quickly gathering up his supplies and dressing himself, approaching the bed again before he finally left.

Dove hadn’t moved an inch, his beautiful, graceful body on display as he lay there, snoring quietly. Ira huffed through his nose in a quiet chuckle as he realized Dove had dozed off, always the one to sleep in when there was work to do. Ira guessed he couldn't blame him, the cold weather tended to make him groggy too.

“Dove,” Ira touched his shoulder gently, attempting to wake him in the politest way he could.

“Shut up,” Dove mumbled, his eyes still closed as his face grimaced at being woken up.

“Stay awake, my love,” A hand came up to tousle Dove’s hair playfully, earning him an annoyed groan in return and a swat of Dove's hand, “I'm leaving. I will see you tonight.”

“Okay,” Dove blinked his eyes open slowly, looking up at where Ira towered above him. His one good eye looked back down at Dove, “I missed you.”

Ira was grinning again, his face softening as he gazed upon his lover. His tired, sleepy voice always did things to Ira that he would never admit to. He was leaning down now, placing a soft, lingering kiss to Dove’s forehead as he mumbled faintly.

“I missed you too.”

#kasper yaps #kas writes stuff #dove tag #oc tag #I LOVE THEM VERY DEARLY YOUR HONOR!!!!

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hlizr50 · 2 years

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Hey I would like to say I absolutely love the gwynriel fic you wrote its one of my favourites. The Gwynriel dynamic is so cute in it , its like a warm hug.

I was wondering if I could request for a short drabble where Azriel wants to ask Gwyn on a date to Velaris but he is 10 kinds of awkward.

Okiiiieeeeeee so...

I clearly don't understand the word 'drabble', because 2000 words later here we go!!!!!!!!!!!

This kinda evolved as it was written, so he's not QUITE as awkward as I had initially planned. But I hope you like it!

She would not decline... - Read on AO3

“Gwyn. I need to tell you something.” Nesta grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she pushed through the door to the private library. Gwyn’s eyes narrowed in confusion, and she was uncertain of what to make of her friend’s expression. The honey-haired valkyrie dragged her lower lip between her teeth before breathing a heavy sigh, and the priestess found her heart fluttering at Nesta’s apparent stress.

“Is everything alright?”

Nesta’s eyes lit up, which only served to confuse her more. “Oh, everything is great.” Gwyn’s brows knitted, and her valkyrie sister grabbed both of her shoulders. “Az is going to ask you out to dinner.”

“Nesta! Why would you tell me?” she hissed, horribly disappointed that Nesta would ruin a surprise like that.

“Because he’s terribly nervous, and I’m afraid he’s only going to succeed in acting terribly awkward.” The eldest Archeron cocked her head and pursed her lips. “I just wanted you to know in case he starts acting strangely.” The priestess only nodded, stomach twisting. Why should Azriel feel nervous? And what was she supposed to do if he didn’t manage to ask? She tried not to think about how it would feel, for him to give up on asking her to join him for a date.

But, without another word for her chosen sister, she pushed through the door to find Azriel in his usual spot, leaning on his elbow with his book resting against where one leg was crossed over the other. His shadows twirled and danced, as they tended to do when the two of them occupied the same space. She didn’t know if it meant anything, but it made her heart flutter in time with them all the same.

“Good afternoon, Shadowsinger,” she chimed, bounding to the faded blue upholstery next to his own armchair. Gwyn sank into the cushioned seat and she found her latest read already on the small side table. With a contented hum she plucked it from the surface and opened it to her bookmarked page, pausing to squint at the leather binding in Azriel’s large hands. “Are you enjoying…” She grimaced as she read the embossed lettering. “Stories from the Great War?”

The answering chuckle was deep and rich and rumbled through her stomach. “High marks for style, but lacks historical accuracy,” he answered with a grin. “It will do.”

“Sounds riveting,” Gwyn mused, and then leaned back into her chair, pulling her knees to her chin and burying her nose in her less sophisticated (but likely much more interesting) romance novel.

Their silence was not uncommon - typically a contented, companionable quiet. But this day it felt heavy, as if the rain clouds outside threatened to burst through the window and suffocate her. And the distraction of the coming question had her reading the same paragraph three times as she felt his green-gold gaze brush over her skin. Every time she dared to lift her eyes, though, he appeared fully focused on his own page.

As she returned to the text before her, Gwyn thought she just might combust. “Why do you keep looking at me?” she asked, snapping her book shut, and she swore there was the briefest flash of alarm in his perfect, stone-chiseled features. But it was gone so quickly she couldn’t possibly be sure. And instead, infuriatingly, he lifted an eyebrow.

“Am I?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “I can feel it.” His smirk was welcome, if only because it meant that he was not acting strange. And yet…

“That’s not possible, Berdara.” When she rolled her eyes, he continued. “Have you seen me looking at you? All those times your gaze turned my way?” Gwyn’s grin turned feral, and that was definitely a dusting of pink on his cheeks as he realized his mistake.

“How would you know how often my gaze landed upon you if you were not watching, yourself?” Her feet hit the smooth wood of the floor as she leaned forward, warm accusation blazing in her eyes. And she knew she had him cornered when one of his hands pushed through the thick, inky strands of his hair, coming to rest on the back of his neck.

“I… It’s not…” Azriel stammered, eyes darting so they would not meet her own. Her head tilted, and she felt her eyes widen of their own accord, practically begging him to take the leap. “I was… just… curious about what you’re reading.” When he finally looked at her he seemed almost apologetic. As if he knew that he wasn’t doing well. But the priestess couldn’t help the way her shoulders slumped slightly at the misdirection - the blatant falsehood.

She supposed it wasn’t fair for her to be so disappointed in him, considering that she wasn’t supposed to know what was troubling him. But still, it gnawed at her. How long had she hoped for him to reciprocate even a modicum of the affection she held for him? And now that it was in sight, the chasm between them could not have felt wider, even though they were close enough to twine their fingers together between their chairs.

“Oh.” Gwyn leaned back, plastering a smile on her face. “Nothing so infuriating as inaccurate war tales. Just a romance novel… the two are best friends, but neither of them can see that the other is hopelessly in love with them.”

Azriel huffed. “If they are so clearly hopelessly smitten, how could the other not realize?”

Dear holy Mother and the Cauldron, was he truly so clueless? “How indeed?” she muttered, and she wasn’t certain if she’d wanted him to hear or not.

But of course he did.

“What does that mean, Berdara?” Unlike before, now his gaze was a burning brand upon her face, heating her cheeks and boiling her insides. She quickly looked away, chewing on her lip as her fingers tangled and fidgeted. “Gwyneth?”

Without seeing his eyes, she couldn’t be sure if his tone was patronizing or pleased. But she wouldn’t dare look up to find the answer. She couldn’t, if only for fear of the truth. “Well, it is very early on in the story. But perhaps she feels like the male could have anyone he wanted, that there are any number of females far more beautiful and far less complicated than she, and that they are such good friends that she would rather keep that relationship than not have him in her life at all.” Her stare was fixed on the curved leg of his chair as she heard him shifting and noted a booted foot coming to rest on the floor next to the other.

“Is he so uncomplicated that he would not accept her for all that she is?” Azriel’s voice was soft in a way that she hadn’t heard before. But she still did not have the strength to meet his attention, so she shrugged.

“It isn’t that he is uncomplicated. But I think the female feels… disappointed. That he wouldn’t trust her with his… complications. Especially when they are so close.” Gwyn licked her lips. This wasn’t the plot of her book. Not even close.

Not when she was so close to this first step, this door of dark wood and heavy iron that had been so difficult to crack open even the slightest bit. A barrier she could see creeping closed before her very eyes. And still she could not look at him. Until she felt the roughened pads of two fingers under her chin, the pressure gently tilting her face up. Gwyn didn’t know where she found the courage to finally lift her eyes, finding gentle, anxious hazel swimming with what she only vaguely dared to interpret as hope.

Azriel’s throat bobbed. “And… and what…” He swallowed again, the practiced mask of the spymaster nowhere to be seen. Instead there were thin lips, tight with uncertainty. “And what might he do? To… to express his interest?” It was her turn to swallow, feeling herself flush at the coarseness of his whisper. His face was so open. Almost beseeching.

And her own voice seemed to falter as she answered, “She would not decline if he asked her to dinner.” His eyes widened as he sucked in a breath, and the priestess feared she’d said too much as she let it slip that she had knowledge of what he’d planned. Her stomach dropped when those fingers left her chin and he broke their connection by rubbing those strong, dependable hands over his face, but she forced her body to stay still instead of curling up into herself against the rejection. It mattered not that her practical mind was screaming that this was what he’d wanted, her heart was drowning in trepidation. And she watched as he lowered his hands and rested his palms over his knees.

“She truly wouldn’t? That is… I mean… she would not object if the male wished for her company one evening. Perhaps…” The shadowsinger paused again, as if practicing the words in his head and stilling his mind. Much like she would. “Perhaps for dinner and a walk along the river?”

Gwyn’s lips parted, her eyes widening as her heart stuttered. And then Azriel flashed a sheepish half-grin, as if he knew that he’d just stumbled through this whole thing in a way so very unlike the reputation that typically preceded him, and reached over the small distance to gently grasp her fingers.

Her eyes stung, and she couldn’t fathom why. She’d known what he wanted. Had practically grabbed his hand and led him to the destination, the idiot. And still she felt nearly overcome. “She would…” She licked her lips. When had her mouth become so dry? “She would like that very much.”

As much as she had avoided his gaze just moments before, she could not look away from the churning green and gold and joy and uncertainty. There was golden skin in her periphery - a hand - paused until she answered when he said, “May I?” When she nodded the calloused tips of his long fingers brushed over her freckles and then tenderly pushed a wisp of her copper hair back from her brow before cupping her cheek. “I do trust you, Gwyn. I apologize that my own anxiety got in the way of that.” Gwyn wasn’t sure she’d ever smiled so wide.

“I understand,” she whispered. And she was so woefully unprepared for what he said next as his thumb traced a maddening path over her burning skin.

“And you are beautiful. Outrageously so.”

“So you knew my ruse from the beginning,” she murmured, unable to process the words he’d just spoken to her. Azriel chuckled and smiled at her so gently.

“I did,” he replied. “And I was so desperately relieved for it.” Her breaths halted as his other palm came to rest against her other cheek, and he leaned in, his lips ghosting over her brow. Then he captured her eyes again. “And you are not complicated. You are simply working through things. As am I.” The weight of her world - her past and her trauma and her pain - fell away. She hadn’t even realized it was so heavy. But to hear the words spoken from his lips, she felt lighter than air, as if she could float away in the freedom of it.

Azriel leaned back, his hands returning to hers and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Tomorrow evening? After you’re finished in the library? Meet me on the balcony?”

She nodded, and though he leaned back into his chair and grabbed his book again, he kept one of her hands firmly in his grasp, pulling it from her lap and settling them upon the tiny side table between them. For a moment she just stared at that connection, before curling up and opening her book once again, the silence no longer stifling. Gwyn sighed, and the tender caress of his thumb against her knuckles was only a whisper of the possibilities that felt so near. A lingering promise of a future, glowing golden and warm within her very soul.

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I know you've been getting tons of requests lately but can I suggest for later a very burpy Blair please? (no emeto, sfw) something is bothering her stomach and it gives her a really bad belly ache, just lots of tummy rubs and fluff :>

Thank you so much for your patience, anon! I hope you like it.

This is sfw but the ending got me feeling some type of way ;)

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Blair started the conversation on the other side of the couch. She and Dakota weren’t even touching. Halfway through the conversation, she had somehow appeared right next to him. But so far only their hands were touching.

She wasn’t big on PDA, and this was Shawn and Mateo’s apartment after all—it wouldn’t be polite for them to be on top of each other. Besides, the conversation was lively enough that Dakota was more focused on what they were talking about. He held her hands in his lap, but that was all.

Normally, Blair would be okay with the minimal amount of touching. She was content to just have his hand on her thigh or on her lower back. It was the little touches that reminded her that even when they were with other people, his mind was still on her. But that night she felt clingy and achy. And sleepy. Her head kept lolling forward and she had to resist the temptation to rest it on Dakota’s arm.

Heavy meals always made her tired. They had eaten fish and chips. Shawn had battered the fish himself and fried potatoes wedges to make homemade fries. Perhaps he was trying to make up for the last time they had dinner together. That night had ended early with Shawn on the kitchen floor, breathing through a panic attack.

The food was good, but Blair found it greasy. Of course, Dakota had cleaned his plate and moved onto Blair’s plate when he saw that she still had fries leftovers. She had not hesitated to push her plate closer to him. She was grateful for her boyfriend who never seemed to have a limit to his appetite. This way, Shawn and Mateo wouldn’t question the food leftover on her plate.

“Do you cook from scratch often?” Dakota asked Shawn as they ate ice cream in the living room. Blair had declined, saying she was full which wasn’t a lie. She just didn’t mention that the fullness came with a twinge of nausea.

Shawn looked down at his bowl of ice cream, “Only the easy stuff. We had a cook growing up and I picked up a few things. I used to make bread, cream soup, and pasta with my siblings but not so much anymore.”

Dakota gave Blair a nudge. “Damn, Bee, we need to make these dinners a weekly thing.”

Blair winced at the movement. So apparently, she hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of melting into her boyfriend. Her head was properly planted against his arm, and she could feel herself slowly sinking lower. Pretty soon she’d be using his lap as a pillow.

The rumbling in her belly was making her sluggish and uncomfortable. All this talk of food was not doing her any favours. She waited until Dakota’s attention moved back to Shawn and Mateo before letting out a burp, using his body to muffle the sound.

Dakota kept on talking about food, occasionally glancing down at her whenever she burped. He didn’t mention anything in front of their friends, but he gave her hand a small squeeze.

For most of the conversation, Blair zoned out. Dakota’s deep voice moved through his body, creating a muffled background noise from having her ear pressed up against him. She didn’t think her eyes were closed until someone said her name, snapping her out of her bellyache-induced daze.

“You sure you don’t want anything else, Blair?” It was Mateo asking. He was standing now in front of them with empty bowls of ice cream in his hands.

Blair sniffled and blinked her eyes open. “I’m good. Dinner really filled me up. I could fall asleep."

“Fair enough,” he said. “You do look quite tired.”

“Sorry,” she said, sketching out her neck.

“No worries. You can lie down in my room for a while if you want.”

Blair hesitated. The offer sounded nice, but she didn’t want to impose. “I’ll think about it.”

Mateo grabbed Dakota's dishes. “Sure, whatever you want.” He looked at Shawn.” “Will you help me in the kitchen?”

Blair and Dakota found themselves alone in the living room. In the sudden silence, Blair felt like the entire world could hear her belly gurgle as it tried to digest the greasy meal. Trapped air and food shifted nauseatingly inside of her. The momentary quiet was peaceful, and then Blair killed it by burping wetly into her hand.

“You’re doing that a lot,” Dakota remarked. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I think the food upset my stomach a little.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“No, it’s not that bad,” she said with a hand on his leg to keep him from standing up. “Besides, seems like you’re having a nice time.”

“I am, but if you’re sick—”

“—I’m not sick, just tired and full. I might actually take Mateo up on his offer.”

“What’s that now?” Mateo asked, walking back in the room with Shawn behind him.

Blair had to admit that she was exhausted so she explained that lying down for a bit would be nice. She was also exhausted of hiding how she felt. Mateo led her to his room. It was very clean and monochromatic. The bed was made with the sheets tucked in tightly. Nothing was out of place.

“It’s so tidy,” she said as she slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

“I mostly sleep with Shawn in his room.” He looked away awkwardly. “It’s not this clean, I assure you.”

Blair nodded. She bowed her head when another burp travelled up her throat. Mateo was politely staring at the ground when she looked back up. She cleared her throat and shuffled to the head of the bed where crisp clean pillows awaited her head.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. “You’re paler than usual.”

“Yeah.” Blair didn’t want to say anything about the food because they had been nice enough to make it. “Thanks for letting me rest here for a bit.”

Mateo gave her a smile. He understood his cue to leave, turning off the light as he did.

Blair sighed and curled up on the mattress. She didn’t get under the blankets because that seemed invasive somehow. And she was warm enough as it was. That whole ordeal left her cheeks pink and hot. Each burp that escaped past her lips made her anxious that someone would notice how uncomfortable she felt. Dakota noticed obviously, but it was her friends that she worried about.

Now as she rested in Mateo’s room, her worries drifted to the ache in her middle. It was a dull pain that radiated up her throat. Her stomach was not used to overly greasy food and it was vocal about its disapproval. Each burp made her shiver and hug her knees tighter to her chest. There was a throw blanket at the end of the bed which did she did end up using to cover her legs.

Blair wasn’t sure how long she slept for—or if she even slept—when the bedroom door creaked open. The persistent ache in her belly told her it must not have been a long nap. Dakota’s head peeked into the room.

He silently came in and crawled his way up the bed. He dragged his hand along her body and let it come to a rest in the dip of her waist. “You awake?” he whispered. Blair mumbled a yes. “How are you feeling?”

“Bloated,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” Dakota replied as if it were obvious. And it was obvious because she had clearly been feeling very bad. As he rested his hand on her stomach, he realized that he was right to check on her, and that she was right about being bloated. He reached further down the side of belly, feeling just how full she really was. “Oh Bee—”

“I know. It hurts a lot and I keep needing to burp but it’s not helping much.” She shifted around on the bed, making the blankets bunch up under her. Then she remembered that this wasn’t her bed. “You left Mateo and Shawn by themselves?”

“Well, who else was I going to leave them with?” he chuckled but Blair did not laugh back. Her body stayed as rigid as a stone. “It’s fine. We were playing a video game, so they’re distracted.”

“You should—hic—go back,” she mumbled in between a hiccup. The hiccup got caught in her chest and came out as a strangled burp. She moaned and put her hand over Dakota’s that was on her stomach.

“Mhm,” Dakota hummed, “I think I should stay right here.” His voice was husky as he continued to whisper. Blair shivered at his breath on the back on her neck. “Let me help.” And he started making circles with his hand.

Blair closed her eyes again. His touch was soft and soothing. She let Dakota rub her stomach for a while. Her breathing was beginning to even out when a loud wet gurgle moved through her belly. Without warning, a burst from her mouth. “Ugh, I’m—”

“—Shh, don’t say you’re sorry. You’re fine.” The soothing circles slowed down as Dakota thought about something. “Did that help?”

“A little.”

“There’s a lot of trapped gas in here, isn’t there?” Dakota said, unaware that Blair’s face was heating up. “Maybe I can make it happen again.” He gave her tummy a small push which immediately elicited another burp from the pit of her stomach. Blair exhaled deeply, feeling the first taste of relief.

“There you go,” Dakota said. He traced more circles on her middle before daring to push again. “Let’s see if there’s one more.”

Blair gasped as he pushed harder this time. This one worked wonders. She let out a deep belch that brought with it the taste of dinner. But it made her so much lighter. She swore she could feel her belly deflate and relax against Dakota’s touch.

“Good girl,” Dakota said, kissing the back of her neck.

Blair sighed and melted into her boyfriend. She felt as if she would float off the bed if it weren’t for Dakota’s arm over her body. He stopped pushing and simply traced along her tummy with his fingertips until she was ready to leave.

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Chapter 9

Summary: Eirene's training begins, keeping her lightning contained begins to wear on her.

TW: profanity, (eventual... it's slow burn get over it) graphic depictions of sex, pain kink, childhood trauma, parental trauma, chronic pain

Rating: 18+, MDNI

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Training the next day was different after that moment. Something shifted, though she didn't know what.

They walked for a minute or two, the house now in the distance, just the two of them and this endless expanse of green field. He sat down in the middle of the field and crossed his legs, his hand out stretched to her to sit across from him.

"Today, we meditate." Vír took a slow breath in and closed his eyes. "You have to control yourself, your emotions. No more training with the element itself. So far, you're doing better than even I expected," His tongue licked idly at the corner of his mouth.

Eirene was sitting, cross-legged as best she could in the rubber suit. Her eyes were open, surveying the area around her, and Vír.

"I can feel your anxiety from here. You need to feel nothing. Think of nothing. Should be easy for you," Everything he said was so matter-of-fact, even this tease sounded emotionless.

"So this is it? This is my big training? Sitting on my ass meditating all day with you in a field?" She could already feel herself getting irritated, the sparks in her palms jolted up her arms. She kept her hands firmly planted on the rubber covering her thighs and tried to push down the feeling.

"While the lives of those in the mortal world are of little consequence to me, I understand you have no desire to harm them. So yes, for now, this is your training. My goal now is to figure out how to get my power back from you and return you to Lyranth. Until then, I don't want to see a spark." His gray hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, his clothes gray and a soft linen. With his eyes still closed he looked innocent. Like a sad young man. Not the disgusting tormentor Eirene knew him to be. Or at least, knew his storms to be. She surveyed his shoulders and chest, rising and falling in a rhythm. She kept fidgeting either due to the rubberized suit or her hair in her face or the breeze she felt under the gray sky, but he didn't seem to budge.

Beneath him, a mist began to appear, like a dense fog very slightly dissipating around him.

"Vír, you know you're-" One of his dark eyes flicked open.

"I know, shut up-" he closed his eyes tight again and took a deep breath.

"Isn't the point of this to clear your mind? You look like you're trying to control it. When I needed to clear my mind back home I would-" Apparently Vír had enough. He stood up, his eyes dark as the familiar rumble of thunder began, emanating from his chest and the sky. His eyes were terrifying, not because they held anger or fury but because they held nothing. It was if he was looking but not seeing anything in front of him. So distant and removed it felt dangerous.

"This may come as a surprise to you, but I don't think I need advice from a human," Emotion. Some of the first pure emotion she'd seen him show since she arrived here. This couldn't be good for Lyranth. What was going on in his mind that caused him to storm up like that, Eirene thought to herself.

Eirene shot up out of her position, she could feel the crackling threatening to explode out of her, it made her head hurt with the pressure. "I was just trying to help, Vír," his name a curse word on her tongue. "Are you sure you should be the one trying to help me? Judging by my time on Lyranth I can clearly see you don't have a handle on your powers, or it wouldn't be a mess down there right now!" Her voice loud over the roar of the thunder. "Maybe the Guardians were wrong, perhaps I should have gone with the red haired ass hole and trained with him!"

"Back. Up." Vír's devilish eyes narrowed again, no feeling behind them. "Stop talking about things you know nothing about, you should be thankful they didn't send you off with that pitiful ember. Each second you provoke me, it only makes it worse for them down there. So go ahead, you want a hurricane? Be my guest," his smooth voice cracked, clearly trying to regain control of his emotion. He rolled his head back, exposing his long neck, a harsh vein bulging out from the side.

But Eirene was beyond it. She could feel the spark behind her eyes and if she didn't let it out she thought she may explode. Her body tensed, her shoulders rolling forward, hands to her side and palms facing outward. She had to get the power out, but she didn't know how to do so safely.

It looks like Vír could tell too, because he began to snap out of his emotional outburst and begin to back up and the thunder fell to quiet to a low rumble. "Eirene," his voice once again cold and unfeeling. "You have to listen to me right now or you could not only hurt them, but yourself."

She could hear his words in her head but sparks of electricity were begging to take over her vision. She began to smell the scorched earth from beneath the ground where she stood.

"How?!" Her voice broke with panic at what was happening. She knew he was trying to teach her but she could feel it that he was going about this all wrong. Something naturally within her knew letting your emotions fester within you was not the way to go about this. The angrier she got the more wild and untamed the magic felt.

"What you're feeling right now. Trace it from your head to the point where it's originating from," Eirene closed her eyes, her body now trembling. "Okay, good," he continued, "Now, find the power sitting there... For me it's a tiny thunder cloud. Take it, pick it up in your mind," His voice was closer to her now. She couldn't feel the ground beneath her but she followed the line of power from her head, down her neck, shoulders, to her palms. She closed her hands into fists and began massaging the feeling.

"Now imagine putting it into a box," There were hands on her. One on each shoulder. They squeezed gently. "Lock it. Lock the box, and imagine the key remains in your hands." Slowly, the trembling stopped, and the loud vibrations in her mind sounded like a quiet hum of electricity. Loud, but manageable.

"Breathe in, Eirene" The smell of roses and the ground after a nice rain filled her nose. She felt a drop of water on her forehead and her eyes blinked open. The static in her hands slowly fading as she massaged her palms... And it was raining. The rain drops were slow and soft, not the torrential downpour she was used to back home. Vír's hands were on her shoulders, his soft gray hair getting wet by the rain as he was hunched down to meet her eyes.

This close she could see the raindrops clinging to his long eye lashes. His cheeks were flushed pink. His face tried to hide all expressions but his stormy eyes couldn't lie. They held a look of sadness and fear. He removed his hands and stepped away, Eirene noticed the smoke billowing around them. She thought for a moment it was the same dense fog and mist that was around Vír while they mediated, but the smell of scorched earth and the heat she felt running through her body caused her to look down. The green grass where she stood was now charred, black, and dead. The smoke was coming from her.

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