#M!A: Multi Armed Menace

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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Two

Summary: Full Story! Breaking up with Andrew Barber is hard to do. You of all people should know, considering you just tried. Now what? Read Part One.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @atkissoflife, @that-one-anxious-mango, and @piscesmermaidprincess. This multi-part fic features a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, and several others. It is also, part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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February 15th - 12:25am - Los Angeles, CA

Wow. Just...wow.

You stare down at your phone as you wait for the bartender to bring you your check. While you had initially been prepared for Andy to be upset over your note, as well as your pretty abrupt departure, you certainly hadn't expected this.

If anything, he seemed almost...unbothered. By all of it. Granted, it was sometimes hard to gauge a person's tone via text. But you'd also been in a relationship with the man for the better part of six freaking months! At this point, one could argue that you were practically fluent in Andrew Barber and all of his fucking moods.

The guy was up to something, without a doubt. Which meant that you were now officially on high alert. Because your man - your ex - had never been the type to play fair.

Especially where you were concerned. You should've known that it was gonna take a hell of a lot more than a handwritten letter and a box of artisanal muffins to knock some sense into his stubborn ass.

"Argh! You are such a fucking ogre, Andrew!" You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you ever make things easy?"

The next time you look up it's to see the bartender returning with your credit card. She goes to hand it over, only for you to interrupt her mid-sentence.

What was her name again? You could've sworn it started with a "D".

"Sorry, I know I said I was ready to close out. But since men are stupid, I think I'm gonna need another margarita. Quite possibly two."

Delta gives you a sympathetic nod before pocketing your card once more. "You got it, sweetie. Still want sugar instead of salt?"

"Yes, please." You mumble, reminding yourself that it was okay to feel annoyed. Because you were. This was supposed to be your time, damn it. You deserved to take some space for yourself!

Even if it meant sitting alone at a hotel bar, missing the one person you loved more than anything, the day after motherfucking Valentine's Day. Cheers, bitches.

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Two Weeks Later – Somewhere in Downtown Boston

Andrew Barber stares blankly at his computer screen, mindlessly tapping his index finger against his temple as a fresh wave of anger courses through his veins. 

He’d been so good the last two weeks. So patient and understanding. He’d given you your space, just like you’d asked. Never intruding with the exception of the text he shot off that night.

Even when he’d come across your latest Instagram post from a few days ago showing off your apparent date with another man. Some pretentious looking fucker who went by Russell Cromwell. You two had looked real cozy while sharing a plate full of Birria tacos. And then you’d posed outside of the restaurant with your arms wrapped around his waist. 

But the real kicker had been the last photo in the carousel. The one where you’d kissed him on the cheek – when you’d done the “knee thing” that actresses used to do in those old black and white movies you loved to watch so much.

Oh yeah. The two of you would be having a discussion about that one real soon. His wayward Baby Girl could count on that shit. 

Honestly, you had no idea how hard falling back had been for him. It had been a real struggle. Because at his core, Andrew Barber was a man of action. He was well-known for his cunning and mental prowess. This was a man who had graduated at the top of his class, who had then gone on to become the youngest District Attorney in the city of Boston’s history. 

And in times of crisis, he was someone you could count on to remain calm and collected while you worked towards a solution. Nothing could shake him, save for the trial and media circus that had briefly surrounded his late son. 

After that particular tragedy, Andy had resigned himself to being alone. Forever. He often tried to convince himself that he preferred it that way. Andrew Barber didn’t do love. Not after what happened with his ex-wife, Laurie. He was better off living a life of no commitment. 

Even if it meant a lot of lonely nights filled with a seemingly endless revolving door of meaningless one-night stands. 

And then he’d met you. 

Yes, you.

The woman who had somehow, against all odds, brought magic back into his life. Your laugh, your smile, your very presence – it colored his whole goddamn world. He told you that all of the time, and yet it was almost as if you didn’t believe him.

At first, he was convinced that you were too good to be true. Although he’d been quickly dispelled of that notion when you’d had the balls to walk out on him during your very first date. It’s quite possible that he’d fallen for you right then – because you were the type of woman who knew her worth.

By then, Andy had become convinced that you were a gift from the universe. The way he saw it, after everything he’d been through, he was owed you. You were the woman of his dreams – his very salvation – all wrapped up in a curvy little package. And when you ran that night, it called to the primal part of him that felt compelled to give chase. 

Just like now.

But what you had yet to understand was that, once a man like Andrew Barber had deemed you his forever, there was no going back. There was no letting you go. No means of escape.

At most, he’d been granted you a temporary reprieve. You both needed time to assess the situation, survey the damage, and then calculate your next move. 

And sweetness, you’d already played your hand when you’d left that little note skipped town under the pretense of taking a fucking business trip.

Fine. Now it was on him. And while you still held most of the cards, that certainly didn’t mean that Andrew Barber was walking around without an ace or two in his back pocket. And you had better believe that he was more than ready to play his own. 

But first…he needed some fucking coffee. And lucky for him, he knew just where he could find the perfect cup – shot of chocolate, dash of cinnamon, hold the whip. 

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Forty Minutes Later – Monarch Media Group (20 Minutes Outside Downtown Boston)

You lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. For the life of you, you simply couldn’t seem to focus today. Or any other day for the matter.

Even though it had been almost a week since you’d returned from your trip to L.A., you still felt just as conflicted about things with Andrew Barber as you did before you’d left. And not only that, but you also found yourself feeling on edge about the entire situation.

Because after your brief text exchange the morning of February 15th, he’d left you alone. The most impatient man you’d ever encountered this side of Boston had actually found it within himself to respect your wishes. 

No calls. No texts. No emails. Not even so much as a fucking smoke signal.

And while part of you was pleased with that particular development, there was no denying the fact that you missed your Big Man. 

You could be woman enough to admit it. You missed the hell out the handsome, grumpy-faced district attorney who, up until recently, had been a major mainstay in your life. But after some serious soul searching and a generous amount of tequila, you’d come to the conclusion that it was important for you to get your mind right before moving forward with anything.

You owed it to yourself to figure out who you were outside of your relationship with Andy – needed it even. Because that man was a force to be reckoned with. He could be so dominant sometimes, his personality so completely all-consuming that it was easy to lose yourself in him. 

To allow yourself to become so entirely eclipsed by his brilliant shadow. Which is something that could absolutely happen the moment you stopped paying attention to your own wants, and needs, and desires.

And if that ever were to happen, part of you wondered whether or not you would be able to find your way back. Honestly, you had no idea.

Because after all of this, if you chose to be with him…it would mean that you were all-in. There was no other option with him.

That beautifully stubborn man didn’t have a lower setting.   

However, the last thing you’d ever expected was for Mr. Andrew “My Way or the Highway” Barber to go quietly into that good night. Well, suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Because if anything he could very well be planning–

Your inner musings are interrupted by Anya, your favorite receptionist at Monarch Media Group. Granted, she was also the only receptionist at the company you’d worked for over the last several years, but that was neither here nor there.

Anya gives you a knowing look before taking a seat on the edge of your desk. “Hi, friend.” She lightly pokes your shoulder. “How ya doin?”

“I’m okay.” You blow out a breath and then decide to exit out of your Outlook. “What’s up?”

“Oh…nothing much.” You watch as your friend and coworker helps herself to a piece of chocolate sitting in a nearby dish. 

“Okay.”

“I just stopped by to tell you that your coffee has arrived.” She dutifully unwraps it before popping it in her mouth.

“What?”

You hadn’t ordered any coffee. You didn’t usually even drink the stuff this late in the day. Unless…

“Yep. And just so happens, it was hand-delivered by the handsomest door-dasher I ever did see.” Anya pokes your shoulder again. “I would’ve accepted it on your behalf, but the guy insists on giving it to you himself. Probably angling for a tip if you ask me.” She throws you a conspiratorial wink for good measure.

Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Andrew “Check Out My Shit Timing” Barber.

“Ugh.” You bury your head in your hands to muffle your cry of frustration. “Can you please just tell him I’m not here?”

“I’m afraid I already let that cat out of the bag. But by the look on your face and the way you’re rocking back and forth like a human pinball, I take it I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No!” 

“Did you and Andy like…break up…or something?” Anya pauses as she reaches for another piece of candy, her hand hovering in mid-air.

No, Anya. I always feel like jumping out the nearest window. I’m fucking squirrley like that.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” You wail. “It’s just…it’s just really fucking complicated, okay?” 

“Gotcha. So…about the coffee…” 

“I’m going. I’m going.” You stand up in a huff, wishing you knew where you put the ponytail holder that had been on your wrist just this morning. “But if he pisses me off, I’m dumping that shit on his shoes. Hot or not. I do not care.”

“Okay, but if it comes to that can you please try to do it off company property? I’m all for you handling your business, but I’m also thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do if you accidentally injure one of the city’s hottest attorneys.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble as you stalk towards the front of the office to confront the annoying asshole who also happened to be the love of your life. 

“What can I say? I’m a selfish bitch.” She chirps, blowing you a kiss.

“Your words not mine. And stay the hell out of my chocolate, you mooch!” You call out as you turn the corner, fully intending to give the Boston D.A. a piece of your mind before you politely, and very firmly, shoved him out the door. 

Because if that man thought that he could just waltz right into your place of business and act like he owned everything and everyone, then he was sorely mistaken. You were going to prove to him, and whoever the hell’s job it was to oversee this whole godforsaken cosmos, that you knew how to stand your ground.  

The sight of him standing right there in the lobby is easily enough to temporarily rob you of all reasonable thought. His back is to you, giving you the brief opportunity to give him a thorough once-over. His tailored white dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his brawny forearms. But what really draws your attention are his slate gray slacks, which only serves to highlight his perfectly sculpted backside. 

He looked good. Nobody deserved to look that damned good, least of all your ex-boyfriend. 

Wait. Is that – is that what he was now? Is…is that how all of this worked? Fuck! 

You note the lack of tension in his broad shoulders. All things considered, he seemed pretty relaxed. But the real question was…how long could it be expected to last?

Andy picks that moment to turn around, his bright blue eyes locking with your own as an eager grin slowly spreads its way across his handsome features. You take a steadying breath and choose to ignore it. 

“Andrew.” You exhale, trying your best to appear unaffected by his presence. It was a lie, of course. But if you managed to keep this unexpected interaction short and sweet, you just might be able to pull it off. “Wh–what are you doing here?”

“Hi.” He cocks his head to the side as he drinks you in, almost as if he’s amused by your disgruntled demeanor.

“Hello.” You cross your arms over your chest, wishing that you had chosen to wear a different sweater today. Andy loved you in this color, especially because of how it paired with your particular skin tone. 

“Happy Wednesday, baby.” 

God, he really needed to lose that stupid smile. Otherwise, how on earth were you supposed to maintain your composure? 

“Sure.”

“Brought you something.” Andy holds out one of the cups of coffee he’s carrying. “Figured you might be able to use a little pick-me-up.” 

“Thanks, but I’m good.” You tell him with a shake of your head. 

“What? Since when?” He rears back before offering up a playful pout. “We always get coffee together on Wednesdays. It’s our thing…our little afternoon delight.” This time you’re treated to a wink.

“Shh!” You hiss, bridging the distance between your bodies to slap a hand across his mouth. “Don’t say that!” 

The last thing you needed was someone to overhear that and think you two used to sneak away sometimes in the afternoon to…to well…you know. Some of the people you worked with possessed very vivid imaginations.

And besides, that whole afternoon delight business had only happened once or twice. Okay, quite possibly four and a half times – and then one more after that. 

Amusement sparkles in his gaze as he stares you down. And then you feel the faint flick of his tongue brush across your palm. When you don’t react he does it again, this time following it up with an exaggerated groan. 

You immediately jerk your hand away as if you’ve just been burned. Knowing that things were only bound to get worse, you snatch one of the coffees before grabbing his arm and dragging him outside and into the unseasonably warm weather. 

Thank goodness for small favors.

The smell of spring was definitely in the air these days, but all you can focus on is the sound of Andy’s laughter trailing behind you. Frankly, it’s enough to set your teeth on edge. Even still, he allows you to lead him down the street. At some point there’s a slight shift that results in your relinquishing his arm so that he can lace his fingers through yours.   

But you'll allow it if it means that he’ll behave for as long as it takes to make it to your destination. Which just so happens to be an empty bench located at the edge of a nearby park.

To his credit, the attractive buttface at your side doesn’t say anything during your impromptu power walk, but he also doesn’t need to. Because after two long weeks without you, the man was probably venturing into serious touch-starved territory. 

You knew it. And so did he. So part of you didn’t see the harm in giving him this one, small thing.  

Relief fills you when you finally reach the bench. Of course Andy sits first before pulling you down with him – but thankfully not onto his lap. Although you’re positive that the thought was there.

Eventually he lets go of your hand. Unsure of what else to do, you finally take a sip of your coffee. The rich, slightly bitter flavor of chocolate and mocha bursts onto your tongue, followed immediately by a quick hint of cinnamon.

Mm. A perfect cup.

“I’ve missed you, baby girl.” Andy’s large, lightly calloused hand cups your face – the roughened pad of his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “It hasn’t been a very fun couple of weeks.”

“I know.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed. Perhaps you were just as starved for affection as he was. “I’m sorry.”

“Did you miss me?” His tone is gruff, but there’s no mistaking the emotion behind his words. Or the pain in his eyes for that matter. 

“I did, Andy.” So much.

“But you still left. Tried to break up with me before hopping on a plane and running off all the way to L.A. to share some chips and queso with good ol’ Rusty.” Your eyes fly open as Andy’s hand drops away. “Or did I read that wrong?” 

How the fuck had he known where you where? You hadn’t included anything about your intended destination in your letter…

“I saw it on your Instagram, in case you were wondering. Was actually able to use that stupid account you set up for me after all.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he narrows his gaze, trying to read your expression. “Couldn’t really get much else, although I enjoyed those pics of you at the beach.”

“It was a work trip.” You remind him, suddenly feeling defensive. “And Russell is an old friend, nothing more.”

“Hm.” Andy quirks an annoyed brow. “Are we talking about the kind of friend who also  accompanies you to the beach so you can show off your brand new bikini? Not that I’m complaining any about that gorgeous, sunkissed glow you’ve got going on, princess.” 

His big body is certainly tense, but there’s no ignoring the feral gleam in his eyes. Almost as if he’s dying to undress you and spend the next several hours checking you for tan lines. 

And he would, too. It’s not like it would be the first time. 

“I went alone. Russell stayed behind for that one.” You roll your eyes at the sight of his nostrils flaring. “Jesus Christ, dude! I know you may not believe that I’m a big girl, but I am. And if I wanna go hang out at the beach by myself, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

Which was exactly what the fuck you’d done. And it had been positively marvelous. 

“Fine.” He grunts, raising his palm towards the heavens. “God forgive me for having the sense to worry about my girl, especially since the last time I checked, she still couldn’t swim for shit.”

“Whatever, Andrew. This girl does whatever the hell she wants now, so you had better get used to it.” Your mouth is set in a thin, firm line while you silently dare him to disagree.

“I’m not quite sure how that’s different from any other day with you, but alright.” Andy tries to calm himself by playing with a stray curl that’s fallen free from your bun. “You’re still mine, sweetness. Even when you insist on being a brat. Or did you somehow forget that part?”

You swat at his hand instead of responding, hating that steady feeling of warmth that was currently pooling in your belly. 

“Did you?”

You make a show of ignoring him in favor of enjoying what was left of your coffee.

“You know, they say that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, baby girl.” You find yourself resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at the sound of the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “It’s alright, though. Guess I’ll just have to remind you again once we get past this little wall you’re trying to put up between us.”

He gifts you with a flash of his pearly white teeth. Andrew Barber was the type of man who would only let you get away with so much before he put his foot down. And you would do well to remember that. 

“Pretty sure you meant to say “actions”, jackass.” Apparently he finds your acerbic wit funny as well.

“Eh, I’ve heard it both ways.” Andy shrugs before going back to toying with your curls. “But I think you should know that I’m not very happy with you, baby. And I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s kinda difficult when I can’t even get you to talk to me.”

“I was going to call you…” That wasn’t a lie. You had just been trying to drum up the mental fortitude you knew it would take to pick up the phone and actually dial his number. Sometimes, dealing with Andrew Barber could require some serious patience. 

“Were you now?” He doesn’t believe you. You can hear it in his voice.

“I was.”

“Okay, then have dinner with me tonight.” He releases your curl, watching the way it bounces as it springs free.

“Andy.” You let out an exhausted sigh.

“Meet me at my place. I’ll swing by Imperial Wok and pick up a few of your favorites so we can eat. And then we can talk in a quiet, private setting without any interruptions. How does that sound, princess?”

“Wonderful.” The word slips out before you can catch it. “But I–I can’t.”

Andrew Barber’s excited smile dies on his lips the moment that phrase reaches his ears and registers in his brain. As much as you hated to admit it, being alone with this man wasn’t a very good idea right now – especially behind closed doors.

Because while you’d never seen the man in court, you’d definitely heard plenty of stories about his ruthlessness. And you knew firsthand just how persistent he could be when he was determined to get his way. 

When Andy wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. Not only was he relentless, but he also wasn’t above using every tool at his disposal – including sex – if it meant having you back in his life. It wouldn’t matter all that much to him how it came about.

The same way he wouldn’t care if whether or not your desired reconciliation only happened because he’d lured you into his bed before fucking you back into submission. 

“The fu–why the hell not?” He growls, his hand grips the arm of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles go white.

“Because I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” The pronounced tick in his jaw makes it clear that he’s beyond frustrated by your refusal. 

Unfortunately, that was too damned bad! By the time this was all said and done, your handsome ogre was going to have mastered the art of having some goddamned patience. At least you hoped that would be the case…

“Both.” You offer your Big Man a small apologetic smile as you rise from your seat. “Let’s plan for sometime next week. Maybe we can shoot for Monday. I’ll, uh, send you a text or something and we can find a place to meet. But I really need to get back to work now.”

Andy stares at you for what feels like a full minute as his impressive brain works overtime to figure out his next move. And then he stands up before taking your empty cup and discarding them both in a nearby trash bin.

“Alright.” He mutters with a nod in your direction. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your message then. Now, let’s get you back to your office.” A lump forms in your throat when he wraps a muscled arm around your shoulders as you two begin walking back the way you came. 

Fuck, you really hated this shit. But if this relationship was ever going to have a chance of working, you had to continue standing your ground. Even though it hurt like hell.

“I, um...I know you said that we probably won’t be able to sit down and talk until next week. And I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from with that, but while I have you now…” He lightly coughs into his elbow.

You glance up at your hotshot attorney, trying to figure out where he was going with this so that you could potentially cut him off at the pass.

“I at least wanted to say “thank you” in person for still agreeing to help Lydia with the charity gala this Saturday. I’m sure that it wasn’t an easy decision for you, especially given how things have been between us lately. But I really do appreciate it. And, frankly, I’m sure the kids at St. Augustine’s do too.” 

You feel the blood drain from your face as the reminder of this weekend’s event all-but smacks in the face. “Shit!” You hiss, pulling away from Andy as you reach your building. “It’s this Saturday? Are you sure?”

 “I am.” He confirms, his eyes filled with surprise. “I just spoke with Lydia yesterday when I–”

“Fuck!” You exclaim as your hands fly to your hips, uncaring that you just interrupted whatever it was he was about to say. 

In all of the chaos, you’d completely forgotten that you had agreed to help the wife of one of Andy’s colleagues with her annual charity ball. Starting by arriving at the hotel early Saturday morning to aid in the event setup, before heading up to your room to get ready for the evening's festivities.

A room that had been booked during a time when you and Andy were on much better terms.     

“She did mention that she sent all of the volunteers an email a couple days ago with a list of instructions. Maybe it got buried in your inbox, baby.” He rests his hands on your biceps, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “But she is definitely expecting you and I’m afraid it’s probably too late for you to back out at this point.”

Deep down you knew he was right. And quite honestly, you wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this close to the actual date of the gala. But there was still the issue of having to share a hotel room with your ex.

Closing your eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I–I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to share a room…” You trail off, hoping that he would at least be somewhat understanding of your current plight.

“Ahh.” You can see the moment when realization finally dawns. “Right. Almost forgot about that.”

No, he actually hadn’t. But since Andy didn’t feel as though there was any real need for you to know that, he was going to keep that particular tidbit to himself. Even he was capable of showing some restraint every now and again.   

“Like I said…” You find yourself anxiously bouncing on your toes. “I don’t think –”

“I get it, sweetheart.” 

Wait. He did? Just like that?

“You do?”

“I do.” His words are accompanied by a lopsided grin. 

He didn’t. But then again, you didn’t need to know that either.

Andy’s hands leave your arms so that he can tenderly cup the sides of your face instead. “You just leave it all to me, baby girl. I’ll call the hotel and change the reservations.”

“You will?” You place your smaller hands overtop of his own. “You…you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Andy leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “And I promise to be on my best behavior Saturday night.” He gives you another kiss, which you allow. “If you want, I’ll even send over the updated confirmation info.” 

“Thank you.” You murmur, wishing that you could give-in just a little more and offer up your lips for a kiss. A real one this time. 

But you couldn’t afford to do that. Not even when Mr. Andrew “Give Me A Gold Star For Being Helpful” Barber was acting sweet. That would only throw everything off balance all over again. 

Andy’s heated gaze drops to your mouth before he slowly pulls away. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” His husky voice sends one last tiny flutter through your belly. 

“Same goes for you.” You tell him as you begin to head into the building.

“Goodbye, baby girl.” 

“Goodbye, Andrew. See you Saturday.” 

He waits until you’re safely inside and out of sight before turning on his heel and proceeding in the direction of his car. Oh, you’d be seeing him on Saturday alright. And he would be on his best behavior – depending on just how much patience he could muster. 

You two would be sorting this shit out then, whether you liked it or not. When it was over, you’d both spend the rest of the weekend making up for lost time. And Andrew was going to do everything in his power to ensure you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Just like he planned to enjoy getting reacquainted with that delicate sweetness between those luscious thighs. But first…

He needed to go make a call.

END

*Part Three Coming Soon...*

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The Amazing Digital Masterpost, Volume 1!

Here you can find the first volume of my TADC writings! You guys already know the drill, this is one of many lists + if theres anything wrong with any of the links please let me know! It should be noted that, at the time of writing this it says there are exactly 300 posts within the tag, so please bare in mind that there is a chance of me forgetting to link a post </3 As of 1/20.2024 this list is complete! For more TADC posts you can find the other volumes at the end of my pinned!

CAST POSTS:

x reader who is like Jessica Rabbit

x hacker!reader

x child!reader (platonic)

x menace!child!reader (platonic)

x ghost!child!reader (platonic)

x reader who can shapeshift

reaction to reader singing a ballad

x reader w/ a heavy southern accent

x puppet!reader

x emotional anchor!reader

x demon!reader

Hugging hcs for the cast

x cowboy!reader

x reader w/ a sweet tooth

x male!ballerina!reader w/ dysphoria

x reckless!reader

x reader who came back from abstraction

Kissing hcs

x reader who doesnt want to leave the circus

x comic book hero!reader

x reader w/ a detachable head

x supportive reader

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Caine, Pomni, and Jax x reader who remembers the real world

Caine and Jax x reader who comes back from abstraction

Caine, Pomni, Ragatha, and Jax x ENA!reader

Caine, Jax, and Pomni x stand user!reader

Mutual pining w/ Zooble and Kinger

Caine, Ragatha and Pomni x bird/bat!reader

Jax, Ragatha, and Pomni x Jane Doe!reader

^the rest of the cast w/ a Jane Doe!reader

Kinger, Zooble, Gangle x ENA!reader

Pomni, Ragatha, Gangle x caring!magician!reader

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x reader who doesnt speak english

Jax and Zooble x kitsune!reader

Caine, Pomni, Jax, Ragatha x Ballora!reader

Kinger and Gangle comforting the reader after a panic attack

Caine, Jax, Kinger x reader who loves giving affection but hates receiving

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Caine falling for the reader

Caine x Cheshire cat!reader

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Ragatha x mute!reader

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Big sis!Ragatha x child!reader (platonic)

JAX:

Jax x claustrophobic!reader

Jax x ballerina!reader

Jax x princess!reader

Jax x Cheshire cat!reader

Jax x menstruating!reader

Jax x clown!reader

Jax x fem!sheep!reader

Jax x reader who has a nightmares

Jax x six armed!reader

Jax x reader w/ odd interests

Jax x two faced!reader

Jax x reader w/ a tail

Jax x Funtime Freddy!reader

Sweet n Sour

KINGER:

Random thing #8/Kinger kisses

Kinger x reader hcs

Kinger x reader w/ a tail

ZOOBLE:

Zooble angst hcs

Zooble x weaponologist!reader

Zooble cuddling hcs

GANGLE:

Gangle x envious!reader

FLUFF ALPHABET:

B, D, C, K, I w/ Ragatha

B, C, D, E, G w/ Caine

B, K, M, V, U w/ Caine

I for Kinger

C, I, K, L, Q, Z w/ Jax

B, C, D, G, I, K, L, O, Q, R, T, V, W, X, Z w/ Pomni

A and H w/ Jax

O, Q, X, S, W, X w/ Ragatha

H, J, L, N, T, X, Z, w/ Caine

B, C, N w/ Jax and Ragatha

D, X, Y w/ Kinger

Full fluff alphabet w/ Gangle

Remainder of the alphabet w/ Kinger

OTHER:

Karaoke in the circus

Halloween IHA

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #jax x reader #jax x you #kinger x reader #kinger x you #zooble x reader #zooble x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Ghoul Game Night Intro

Summary: Everyone played the same as at least once in their life no matter their species - Ghoul or Human alike. It's a popular game played by the Siblings of Sin. But what happens when Papa's newly summoned Ghulah gets stuck playing it as a way to get to know her new pack? Well, they find they enjoy the doe eyes and flush.

Fandom: Ghost Band (Sweden Band)

Pairing: Poly-Version with multiple versions.

Triggers: Spiciness, sexual tension, maybe some fonding, dirty talk, shit-talking, shy ghoulish, and more.

Auth. Note: Let me know if you want to be tagged for a specific ghoul's turn or join the tag list for the entire series!

Workshop Hub!

She didn't trust that smile. It was too straight. Too white. Too perfect...and all Swiss. Had she known that she'd be stuck with Papa's ghouls she may have thought to reconsider her contract. It was not as if Papa was in desperate need to add to his collection - he had only summoned her at Sister Imperator's prompting. Not that it should have made her feel any less unwelcome than she had...it was them that she was concerned about. It had been so long since she'd had the company of other Ghouls and Ghulahs that she felt so out of place within the pack dynamic. She was essentially the baby of the group; newly summoned not more than a few weeks during the most critical and hectic time of the Ghost Projet too that she didn't have the unholy graces to be able to bond with her new pack members until just now.

And what would you have thought if you were cornered during your decompressing stages at the end of the crazy day by you're so-called 'family'. If she were anything like the Ghoulettes of Papa's pack like Cumulus, Cirrus, and Sunshine Y/n would have had the backbone to stand up against the charming menace. But she wasn't. She was simply Y/n. And she was shy as fuck with no backbone to speak of.

Swiss' body was lithe with muscles beneath the black dress shirt and his skin a ashen grey that did little to hide the strength of veins and muscle of his arms from being on display as he casually raised them to grab the top edge of her door frame as his unmasked face peered down at her.

"I-I'm sorry?" she finally squeaked out while gripping the edge of her tail staring up at him like a mouse under the gaze of a hungry feline.

"I said~" Swiss drawled flashing a cocky fanged grin as if he knew what he did to his new pretty little packmate "It's been such a hectic couple of weeks, yeah? You haven't had the chance to properly get to know us right? So, why don't you join us for game night? It'd be so purrfect." his voice vibrated in a pure on that last word causing Y/n to swallow and cast her gaze down to her feet and flush.

"I-I don't think I'm up for it tonight. I'm sorry, It's just been a long day. I'm going to tuck myself into bed...m-maybe another night?" she stuttered softly

"Aye, you've been saying that for the last few times that we've asked. No more excuses; let's go pipsqueak." Dewdrop's head popped into the visible space from behind Swiss' towering frame with a disdainful expression on his face as he scratched idly at his horn.

"I'm not making an excuse!" the Ghulah replied wide-eyed as she snapped her read up to stare at the Fire Ghoul. "I am really tired! Papa had me practicing the recent songs and-"

"Nah, none of that. No excuses kit. Come on. It'll be fun! Don't psych yourself out too much." Aether's calmer voice spoke from somewhere behind the multi-ghoul and spitfire.

Y/n's fang pierced her bottom lip nervously as she shifted on her feet and the grey skin beneath her mask flushed when Swiss groaned from in front of her. "Shit, sweetcheeks. If you don't come out here and play with us...I'll give you something to play with lookin' like that."

"I'll play!" the younger demon yelped and ducked between the two at her bedroom door and found Aether standing with his back against the wall across from her room and his broad arms crossed over his chest.

Y/n felt far less threatened in the presence of the quintessence ghoul; perhaps it was because he could feel her emotions. Perhaps it was the fact that he could calm her if she panicked. Or maybe it was because outside of the rest of the pack upon summoning it was he who had been there every step of the way to be able to help her acclimate to her new home and body.

"Damn. I was seriously hoping she'd refuse." Swiss grumbled only to yelp when Aether whacked him on the ass as he passed by with Y/n by his side nearly gluing herself to his side.

"Come on, kit. Mountain and Rain are getting the common room ready for us." Aether told her with an arm slung around her shoulders protectively making her sag a bit in relief to be under his metaphorical wing.

They entered the common room to find bean bags, pillows, cushions, and blankets laid out on the floor. The couch had been shoved to the side askew and the coffee table had been shoved to the outer edge of the makeshift gaming floor. Amongst the piles of comfort were bottles, cans, bags, and boxes filled with different assortments of junk food, candy, and drinks for their pleasure throughout the night.

Shyly, Y/n took a slow descent into a pile of blankets realizing slowly by the mixture of different scents that they came from each of the ghouls that were making themselves comfortable on the floor around her. But unfortunately, the Ghoulettes were not here for the game night; something about Aether mumbling a girls' date night or something.

A throat cleared softly off to her side and she whipped it around to find herself looking into the curious but kind eyes of Rain - the Water Ghoul was looking at her. He raised a hand to his face silently and Y/n blinked at him confused until his soft voice spoke up.

"Are you going to take that off?"

Y/n blinked again before she looked around realizing a few things. One, all the ghouls surrounding her wore their sleep clothes and were comfy. And two, they didn't wear their masks. She was the only one wearing hers and she swallowed feeling her hands tremble; grabbing a fistful of the soft blanket in her lap when she'd realized with a start that she hadn't...well she hadn't taken her mask off in front of them before. She usually hid away after duties were done and it was only through the door did they ever really speak. This would be the first time she'd be revealing herself if she had the courage to do it.

"I mean...if you aren't comfortable yet that's okay I know-" Rain began but Y/n shook her head quickly and gave a small smile.

"I...I honestly didn't really um...think about it before." she swallowed thickly thinking of what they might think of her if she did take off her mask.

"If you can't...may I? If it's easier." Rain offered to raise his hands to hover on either side of her head in silent permission or invitation she wasn't quite sure.

But she nodded her permission anyway before she could back out and Rain was gentle as he grabbed the edge of her mask and began to pull it from her head. Her hair came down first like a soft sheen of shiny color and her eyes shone like liquid gold up at him causing a tinge of blush to cross his features as he stared flabbergasted at her. She felt herself panic thinking perhaps she looked funny but as she reached for the mask again she was brought back to reality as Swiss whistled.

"Beautiful...."

She flushed and ducked her head only for her to look back up when a larger figure came to sit on her free side. A large warm hand plopped down onto her head between her horns and rubbed affectionately. She stared up at the towering Mountain - realizing just how small she was compared to him but everyone was small compared to Mountain, still - she appreciated the affectionate touch as he shot her a small smile. He did not say a word to her but she gave him a nod as if she understood his unspoken language and instead tucked her knees to her chest; resting her cheek against the soft blanket that smelled like a bonfire, and crisp autumn leaves with a hint of cinnamon. Dewdrop. This must have been his blanket - the scent was warm and it relaxed her nerves a bit as she rubbed her cheek against it before looking around the others.

"So...what are we playing then?"

Aether cleared his throat and picked up two cardboard boxes. "Truth or Dare...Ghoul's version." his lips curled into a teasing grin.

"What's the difference?" Y/n spoke up looking around with a squinted stare as snickers escaped from a few members.

"It's sort of like...spin the bottle and truth or dare combined." Aether began holding up the two boxes.

"You spin this bottle here..." Dew piped up grabbing an empty beer bottle.

"And whoever it lands on gets to choose truth or dare to ask you...the twist to it is you don't get to decide on the truth or dare....you pick it out of the box at random."

Y/n frowned over at Swiss before pointing at the boxes. "And what happens if I don't want to do whichever one my partner picks?" she questioned suspiciously.

"You take a shot." Dewdrop grinned waving a full unopened bottle of fireball. Typical.

"You game sister?" Swiss added leaning over with a wicked gleam in his eye.

It took a moment for Y/n to reply. Weighing her options. But at last, she gave a firm nod. "Well, if I'm to be part of your pack...I-I suppose seeing the worst up front is a good way to start."

"Excellent, let the chaos begin!" Dewdrop grinned throwing back a premade shot for himself.

Dewdrop Ver. Swiss Ver. Aether Ver. Rain Ver. Mountain Ver.

#Ghost Band #Ghost Swedish band #Ghost Band fandom #Ghouls #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #truth or dare #spin the bottle #Ghost one shots

[glass-half-fxxl]

@liliumsunshine

I can. Help that out if you want for classes? Or, maybe give you the chance to have those more often after?

YES, please. I think my brother especially could use some help, since he can’t really walk without tripping over himself which....... is going to make actually getting to class pretty difficult lol

#💮 When the moon reaches for the stars (IC) #liliumsunshine #M!A: Multi Armed Menace

[january31st]

I show up to the party just to leave (Venable x reader)

Summary: After a long time of not seeing each other, your brother invites you to his birthday party.

A/N: Title from Amoeba by Clairo. Her new album is like salt on an open wound, but in the softest way possible, and I love it :'). This has been in the drafts for a month and it was supposed to be a quick one to get me out of a slump :/ oops i guess (also i have no idea what this is or how we got here)

The reader doesn’t know about the whole selling their souls to the devil thing

Warnings: Drug addiction, overdose and hospital mentions. 

Masterlist

~1800 words

The brightness inside Kineros was somehow even worse than outside in the California heat. Its whiteness and clean, modern look took you by surprise, given that your brother’s room back home used to be a mountain of unwashed dishes and dirty clothes, his PC setup the only thing you could look at without getting a headache. 

“This.... is insane Jeff” you said as you took your sunglasses off, squinting very hard.

“I told you! I don’t know what’s so hard to believe about it. The whole multi-million company thing wasn’t convincing enough to make you believe this place is nice?” He said as he led you around to his office.

“Well, I’m just saying that coming from you I expected more of a nerd bunker than a sci-fi spaceship”

“Are your standards really that low Y/N?” he said with his hand on his chest, pretending to be deeply offended.

“Yeah, in the beginning you bragged for months about your Van”

“Oh but you can’t say that a company on the move isn’t cool”

“Sure” you said, shifting your attention to the woman in purple sitting behind the desk.

“Hi, you must be Ms.Venable! I’m Y/N, Jeff’s sister.” You said with your hand stretched out in front of you.

She looked from you to Jeff, and then at your hand, considering whether she should take it or not. Slowly, with the help of her cane, she stood up and shook it.

“And I hear you would be joining us to prepare for tomorrow, although I’ve told Mr. Pfister I have it handled.” She said, shooting your brother a menacing look, but you were too distracted by the feeling of her gloved hand still in yours. Had someone turned off the AC?

“I know Ms. Venable, I just had to show her the place before the party so she would believe it is nice. And by having her help get things ready she would know we didn’t mess things around to make it look better than it is” He said, and when you managed to shift your gaze away from her you noticed how Jeff looked. Someone finally taught him respect?

“If I had met Ms.Venable before, maybe I wouldn’t doubt how nice it is.”

“If you hadn’t left home for so long, maybe you would know more about the company”

“If you didn’t have so much blow up your nose all the time back then, maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to run away!” 

“Awww family reunions are so cute” You turned to the circle door on the left side of the room to see your brother’s work partner leaning against it and looking at you two with a pout.

“Oh… hey Mutt” 

“How is my favourite Pfister doing? I can’t believe how long it has been since I’ve seen you bro!” He said giving you a hug you did not expect.

“Hey! What the hell? Your favourite Pfister? Really? Stop flirting with my sister, asshole” said Jeff.

“I’m not! But it’s true, your sister is the best. Back then before we even dreamt of Kineros, the three of us would have so much fun!” Mutt answered, his arm still around your shoulders.

“Yeah I guess, before you two started your bullshit in between the lines” you said, scratching at your nose.

“Oh, speaking of flirting, how is that girlfriend of yours doing?” Jeff asked.

“Girlfriend? What… Ah. Yeah, well- she..” You laughed “ I swear I can’t make this shit up. Has it been that long since we spoke really?” The topic was making you even more uncomfortable, and you noticed that Ms. Venable was looking at you with an almost curious look? Was it? She was hard to read.

“Well, would you believe it, she fell in love with your dear coke instead.” Jeff looked at you as if he had just broken your favourite toy.

“Yea she just dumped me a while back and hit the streets. I tried to look for her, but she was just gone. I have no clue if she’s even alive.”

“Shit Y/N I’m sorry” Jeff said.

“Are you? Or are you still sniffing lines like a mad man?” 

“Technically not lines no.” He said, smiling at Mutt knowingly.

You took his arm from your shoulders. “So you’re telling me that if I punch your ass right now it wouldn’t be snowing in here?”

When he didn’t answer with anything other than laughter you went on “It’s not funny! None of this is funny Jeff! Not now, and not that time I had to take your ODing ass to the ER! And not on all those times you were in withdrawal!”

He only laughed more, and said “It would be hell if that happened again!”

“Jeff! Have you-”

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but the last of the decorations for tomorrow are just arriving.” said Ms. Venable. And despite her low voice, all three of you went silent.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You worry too much”

“What?” You asked through the pen you were chewing at, with your back still turned to her from the top of the chair, as you exchanged the regular lightbulb with a colorful one from the box you were holding.

She didn’t repeat herself for a while, as if she regretted saying anything in the first place. The past hour or so you had barely exchanged more than a couple words, her impassive looks making you assume she just didn’t like you.

“You worry too much about him.” She said, her voice loud and clear this time.

You stepped down from the chair placing the white bulb on the box she was holding with one hand. Thinking about your brother now made something clench on your stomach. To hide how hard it was to find an answer for her, you went to write a check on the lighting part of your to-do list.

“How could I not?” You asked.

“I must admit his lifestyle is… interesting. But it seems to have worked to bring this company to where it is today.” She said.

“I know he’s your boss, but you don’t have to doll-up how things are around here. And don’t give him more credit than he deserves, he is cocky enough about it.” after a pause you added “I know that if it were up to him, he would still be assembling robots amidst his dirty socks. It doesn’t take much to realise who’s behind everything that isn’t necessarily robots here.”

You reached for the box she was holding to go put it away, and noticed she was standing as still as a statue. Grabbing it from her with the ghost of a friendly smile on your face you went on, since she didn’t seem to know how to answer you this time.

“He used to say it helped him think and work better. And maybe it does but as his sister I can’t just ignore it and pretend I’m okay with it. He never takes things that matter seriously.”

“Before we got here I- for some stupid reason- actually thought he stopped it. He isn’t like he was before. Something has changed about him.”

“It has.” She said. “I think his dedication to the job put him in his tracks somewhat. Whatever his tracks are” She added with a smirk.

Giggling at that, you said, holding the checklist for her to see “Now that we´re done, how about we go get a snack and talk about something that doesn’t involve dumb and dumber or their tragic hairstyles?”

Fighting back a smile, she guided you somewhere you could eat, and said “I’m glad you don’t have a bowl cut too.”

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For the first hour or so Jeff introduced you to random people at the party, none of them getting much of your attention at all. Fancy and famous people, and though it was hard to believe seeing your brother around them- their nice suits next to his striped shirt, jeans and hoodie- you didn’t feel astonished at all. You felt crushed by everyone around you and took every opportunity to avoid dull conversation.

Some of them were surprised to meet you, to see how his casualty wasn’t a trait you shared, and given that you knew this would be a somewhat big party you did, in fact, dress up to the occasion. You decided to wear a nice blazer over a silk lingerie type shirt, straight legged pants and heels, hair slicked back and makeup dark and bold. Anywhere else you would look out of place, but here you managed to melt into the rest of the well dressed crowd. Thankfully that worked to your advantage so you could be away from the center of attention.

On the quick calls you did have, your brother never failed to gloat about his life and how great things were, and a part of you hoped blindlessly that it would mean he left his bad habits behind. Though now as you stood under the coloured lights it was more than obvious that he wouldn’t change, and all the bad memories from his addiction came back to you at once. Overwhelmed by your thoughts and the ambient itself, you made your way to the outside of the building unaware of the tic-toc of a cane following you.

“Where are you going?” her voice pulled you back to reality.

“I don’t know. Just away from this” you said, hand waving in the air. Then you took a second to look at her, as formally dressed as the day before, lilac suit and all, only her expression had changed. Though you knew she would never admit it, her face was contorted in a plea, almost begging for you to stay.

“I thought he changed. I really did. Like a foolish fucking child.”You blurted out.

“You don’t have to leave like this.” She stated, sounding disinterested despite herself.

“I do. I really do.”

“I never come to these events… I hate these people just as much as you do.” You narrowed your eyes at her, waiting for the rest of it, and when it didn’t come you asked “What made you come this time?”

After a long pause she said “I was surprised to meet you. I would never believe your brother had someone as… prudent and sensible in his life.” Another pause. “I’m trying to say don’t leave m-” She stopped herself.

“Then take me somewhere” You said without thinking, looking straight into those brown eyes as they seemed to soften. And for the first time her face twisted into what was definitely, unmistakably, a smile, and all you could do was smile right back.

“Come along then”

#venable #venable x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #wilhemina venable #ms venable #wilhelmina venable x reader #whilemina venable x reader #fanfic #ahs #ahs apocolaypse #ahs imagine #sarah paulson #ms venable x reader #kineros robotics #jeff pfister #mutt nutter #whilemina venable #whilelmina #party #wohoo #tunts tunts #lmao okay

[falsegoodnight]

this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 18th to the 28th!! it’s also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)

you can find part one of this month here

✰ there’s happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! rori’s writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because they’re an angel <3)

Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.

✰ and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)

Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.

✰ make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :’) sarah angel chant)

The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harry’s sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but it’s nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.

✰ spirit meets the bones by @hadestyles​ | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :’) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)

The action shouldn’t fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.

✰ 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)

For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.

It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.

✰ calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

✰ You’re Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but i’m here now!! and loving it!!)

Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

✰ Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

✰ it’s hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when there’s a walk-in involved!!)

Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

✰ Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louis’ character growth in this in particular!)

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

✰ hereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

✰ Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k - (part two of this series) (loved this even more than it’s predecessor. not to be dramatic, but i’d die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)

Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.

✰ Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

✰ But It’s Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)

Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

✰ Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

✰ smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

✰ Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)

For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.

✰ On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

✰ made for lovin’ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)

A quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

✰ social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

✰ dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

✰ a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically haven’t finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because it’s LATE and she’s incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)

“Are you mad?” he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. “I was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?”

Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesn’t like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.

“I wanted to pick them up for you,” the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.

“I’m a functional human being, thank you very much,” he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heaven’s sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesn’t let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alpha’s face.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t do it and certainly doesn’t want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.

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[sailtoafarawayland]

Chapter 14 now up!

A curse, a prophecy—and a magic bean that changes everything. When a young Emma finds herself stranded in the ruins of the Enchanted Forest, where will she go, and who will she become? Is there such a thing as fate after all, or is destiny the future you choose for yourself?

Enchanted Forest AU, Canon Divergence, Pirate Emma – 68k words, rated M for adult content and graphic violence.

Lengthy Multi Chapter Fic, read in full only on AO3 and FF under Farawayland. (I can’t figure out how to link and still have my posts show in the search, so....I’ll try to update these with links if I can figure out that obstacle.)

Some chapters on Tumblr, no further updates here.

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Beware, minor spoilers for new readers lie ahead…

Throwback (Chapter 4) Favorite Scene:

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“It’s a brave lass that breaches the Captain’s cabin while he’s on deck.”  

His voice is low and tinged with menace, and the sudden presence of him at her back makes her heart thump with a heady mixture of fear and exhilaration.  

“It’s a foolish man who turns down a gift,” she whispers, pleased that there is only a slight coarseness in her tone, the only hint of the fear throbbing in her veins.

She holds her breath as his right hand releases her upper arm, his fingers dropping downward to trail gently along the side of her breast.

“Well, if it’s a gift you are,” he murmurs, his breath and lips moving from her ear to her neck, even as his fingers continue their journey along the smooth inlet of her waist and the swell of her hip, “you’ve come very well wrapped.”

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Find me at Farawayland on AO3 and FF. 

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[megalony]

Shattered

This is a firefighter! Ben Hardy imagine that will have a follow up part soon, I hope you all enjoy it. There is angst and injury mentions in this part.

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Part 2

Summary: Whilst Ben is on a job at a collapsing building, he finds out (Y/n) and their son are there and tries to protect them but he can’t stop them all from getting injured.

Enjoy.

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"Whatever, it's fine Ben it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does, it matters a lot to me (Y/n) because I've never missed a scan before. I want to be there and I want to take Tommy to his game in the afternoon but I can't swap my shift." There was a knowing look in (Y/n)'s eyes that made Ben's expression harden. They had three boys together and up to now Ben hadn't missed any of the scans during each pregnancy, despite the odd and gruelling shifts he worked. But tomorrow he simply couldn't go because he had to work and no one had been able to swap the shift with him.

"You can be at the next one Ben, it really doesn't matter. The job always comes first, right?" (Y/n) quipped back, but her response only caused Ben's brows to raise and his jaw to lock.

"Now that's not fair." Ben's voice was unusually now and with his words being quiet as not to disturb the toddler on his chest, his words sounded menacing. Ben would admit that his job was important to him, it was a vital job that he had been doing for ten years but it wasn't the most important thing in his life. Ben would always put his family first but the point was he had to work tomorrow and if something went wrong at the scan (Y/n) could always call him and he would try and leave as quickly as possible. It was the first time this had happened when they were having a scan.

"Isn't it? You haven't been able to go to half of Tommy's games, it was me who had to leave work to take Billy to the doctor, not you and we were damn lucky my water broke when it did with James or you wouldn't have been there for the birth. I'm not angry Ben because it's just a scan, its routine and we've done it before but we both know the job comes first a lot of the time."

(Y/n) knew she would be rivalling with Ben's job the moment she got together with him and it was always okay because he saved lives. Ben put his life on the line to help others and sometimes (Y/n) did worry he would get hurt badly or not come home at all. But she knew being a fireman was the only thing Ben wanted to do and he was good at his job so she was proud. But the job was almost as important as his family and even though that was understandable, sometimes it did hurt.

"No, that's not fair because when you had your operation I got two weeks off at two days notice so I could be home with the boys. When Tommy broke his leg I was the one who took him to A&E instead of going to work and when you had your accident when you were pregnant with him I left work and came straight home to you. The job always comes second to you and the boys and you know it."

Tilting his head down from looking at (Y/n), Ben looked at the two year old asleep in his arms. Billy had his head resting on Ben's shoulder and his arms curled up against his chest, when he fell back asleep Ben didn't have the heart to put him into bed. He just stayed holding him because he had to get ready and go to work in a few minutes.

"(Y/n) I don't want to argue, I'm sorry but on the next scan I'll be there and I'll take Tommy to his next game in three weeks. Can you take Billy now, I need to get ready?" Ben tipped his head to the side, his eyes sorrowful but he felt a small swell of relief in his chest when (Y/n) nodded before approaching him.

Biting her lip, (Y/n) carded her fingers gently through Billy's hair as she leaned her head on Ben's chest, feeling his free arm wrap around her waist to pull her a bit closer.

"Text me when you've finished and I'll see you tonight." (Y/n) reached over and gently eased Billy into her arms before she quickly pecked Ben's lips. Their gazes stayed interlocked for a few more seconds before (Y/n) slowly left the room to go and settle Billy back down to bed since it was still early in the morning and he was now fast asleep.

"Tommy, I need my shoes back buddy, give 'em here." Heading down the stairs, Ben sat on the bottom step before he motioned for his eldest to walk over to him when he came in sight down the hall. Ben watched with a smile as Tommy slowly waddled over to him, trying his best to walk in his dad's shoes that were far too big for his small feet. When he reached Ben, he stood by his side and kicked the shoes from his feet so they were resting in front of Ben.

Ben's shifts were all twelve hours a day, four days a week but he still had to leave home early so that when he got to work he could put his overalls on and grab his protective equipment. Then when he finished his shift he took longer because he got changed and showered at work rather than driving home covered in smoke and grime. It was tough, but it was Ben's job and he wouldn't choose to do anything else.

"Why are they like that?" Tommy leaned his head on the banister as he tapped Ben's shoe with his toe to signal what he meant.

"So I don't burn my feet, bud, or in case anything falls on them so it won't hurt." Ben tapped his knuckles against the top of his boot to show how tough the material was which he was very thankful for. Ben had to walk into burning buildings and step in or around fires so his boots had to be made of material that wouldn't catch fire easily and that wouldn't melt or burn his feet. They also had to be strong so that if any bricks or wood or items fell on him, they wouldn't crush his feet and stop him from getting to safety.

"Why aren't mine like that?" Tommy watched Ben tying up his boots before he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder, checking that his keys were in his pocket.

"What fires do you normally walk into, buddy?" Ben smiled, trying to refrain from laughing because he didn't want Tommy to think he was being rude when he was only curious. "Right, I'll see you tonight before you go to bed, your mum's gonna take you out today so you be good, okay?" Ben leaned down when Tommy wrapped himself around his legs, humming in agreement before he begrudgingly moved back to let Ben leave. Tommy huffed quietly, knowing that whenever Ben left to go to work at night or when he got home at night it meant it would soon be his bedtime.

"Bye dad."

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"I don't like this Joe, the whole place is about to go." Ben spoke into the radio hooked to his left shoulder as he cast his eyes around his sector of the ground floor car park. The fires in this multi-story car park and shopping centre were on one side of the building and it made the whole thing unsteady and Ben felt like he was going to be crushed at any given moment. Ben's team were needed to try and get people out whilst Joe's team were concentrating on the fires that were still going.

But Ben didn't like the feel of this because the fire meant that the building was collapsing on one side and that normally led to the whole thing breaking down. Ben knew that the building was far too big for everyone to get out safely before something happened but they had to try.

Turning to look over to his right, Ben nodded silently at Sammy before the pair hurried in different directions, both of them picking up speed when they could hear the building trembling. The fires on this floor were minimal but the number of cars suggested people might come down here trying to get out.

"Ben, pull your team out it's too risky. Let search and rescue take over when they get here." Joe knew it was getting to a point where Ben's team were going to be put at substantial risk when they weren't designated to getting everyone out. They didn't have the equipment or protocol to stay and act as a rescue team, it was safer for Ben and his team to get out and then help put out the fires from the outside.

Just as Ben was about to agree, he reached out to his right to steady himself against the wall when the building started to tremor.

"Dad?!"

That one word made Ben feel like the building had already collapsed onto him and crushed him entirely. They couldn't be here, not now, not today not right this moment in time. Ben couldn't have any of his family here in this building or anywhere near this place when it was about to go down.

"No, no no what are you doing here?"

A course of curse words flooded past his lips on repeat as he flung himself from the wall and across the unsteady ground that felt like it was going to give way beneath his feet. Ben's eyes were locked on Tommy who was trying to run but he was wobbling. The moment Ben reached him he wasted no time in scooping him up and holding him to his chest, pressing his hand to the back of Tommy's head as his eyes darted around to look for (Y/n).

"Where's your mum? Are James and Billy with you? Tommy tell me quickly where are they?!" Ben didn't know if (Y/n) had brought the boys with her or if she was just out with Tommy and James and Billy were with her parents like they were supposed to be. (Y/n) wasn't meant to be here, she never said she was bringing Tommy here, Ben thought she was going across town today.

Why did they have to be here?

"M-mum's behind me... t-the boys aren't with us." Tommy tucked his head into Ben's neck as much as he could with Ben's safety helmet and his thick florescent jacket being in the way. (Y/n) had been right behind him until he spotted Ben and made a beeline for him.

"Ben, are you on your way out yet? The place is gonna go down any minute, the foundations are ruined." Joe's voice over the radio was barely heard due to the rumbling sound the building was creating and the panic that could be heard from miles away.

"I can't get out yet, my family's on this floor!"

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A choked breath mixed with a moan escaped Ben's mouth as his eyes violently flew open like he had been resuscitated. His head jolted up before slamming back down against the concrete floor when he realised his body was far too weak and paralysed from unconsciousness to move.

Where was he? He was on the ground floor level, he remembered going down and knowing it was a bad idea before the concrete walls started to shake and the world turned black.

How long had it been? He didn't know.

Was he alone? Sammy was on the other side of the floor, but he might have gotten out when Joe told the team to retract. But Ben was still here... oh God, Tommy and (Y/n) had been down here with him the moment the place started to crumble like it was the end of the world. Hundreds more questions started to circle through Ben's mind but he couldn't focus on any of them other than needing to find where his wife and son were.

It wasn't dark.

As Ben tried to open his eyes and focus his vision, he realised that there was still light creeping into this level despite half of it being collapsed. The electrics would have surely become severed and broken so to have light meant there was part of the walls that were broken enough for the outside to creep in. That was a good sign.

When his vision managed to focus properly, Ben choked on his breath when he realised that he was laid on his side with his arms cocooned around Tommy who was squashed against his chest. Ben was relieved he seemed to have fallen- or maybe he laid down himself, in this position because if he fell on top of Tommy he would have crushed him. And if he fell with Tommy on top of him and something fell down on them, it would crush Tommy first and presumably worse than it would Ben.

Trying to keep his breathing calm and slow, Ben counted each breath he took until he was no longer on the verge of panicking as his eyes focused on his eldest boy. His vision narrowed and he held his breath so he could try and focus on Tommy and Ben felt tears welling in his eyes when he knew his boy was breathing rather normally considering the shock he must have gone through.

A shuddering breath left Ben's lips as he relished in holding his boy before he dared to look around and try to find (Y/n). Ben couldn't remember if she had been close by or a distance away, he didn't know if he had been holding onto her as well or if she had been out of his reach.

Ben's eyes soon latched onto his wife's frame only a few feet away from him, she was also laid on her side and thankfully had her front facing Ben. Even when he narrowed his eyes, he couldn't quite tell if her chest was moving and with the sirens and screams and ringing sounds, Ben couldn't hear how she was breathing. But he was certain he could see the muscles and skin around her neck moving and pulling inwards suggesting that she was breathing. He kept watching her for a few more minutes before he noticed her hand twitch and he nodded to himself that she was alive.

That was all he could ask for at this moment. He didn’t dare let his mind think about what was happening with the baby after something like this, they were only five months along and thinking of the results of this kind of event made Ben want to be sick.

As he took calming breaths, Ben tried to think what kind of training he had received for this kind of situation, but he'd never been in this situation before and his training had been years ago. The refresher courses didn't do any good and the last one of those had been at least seven months previous. Deciding he would have to try and make it up as he went along, Ben knew the first thing to do was try and see what injuries he and Tommy had and if he could move or not.

He slowly moved his fingers, feeling the gloves over his hands were grazing against rubble and gravel. When he curled his fingers into his palms, he knew he hadn't broken any knuckles or fingers which was a good start. He moved his focus onto his arms which he tensed before pulling tighter around Tommy. Ben could feel the burns and when his left arm started shaking, he figured it was a rather bad burn. But nothing broken yet.

Raising one hand, Ben slowly grabbed the helmet and visor resting on his head and moved his head to take it off. He knew it was safer to keep it on in case any rubble fell but right now he didn't want it constricting him. He cracked his neck side to side and felt very little strain there which was also good.

Trying to shuffle his weight back just a little, Ben very slowly and gently unravelled his arms from Tommy without moving his boy very much at all. When his arms were free, Ben rolled onto his back and then removed the thick padded gloves that made it hard to bend his fingers, Ben then trailed his hands over his upper body.

His overalls were ripped, burnt and hot to the touch and when he moved his hands down to his chest he hissed and jolted against the concrete when he felt at least two ribs on his right side that were either fractured or broken. Now his breathing felt like it was beginning to hurt now he was aware of the pain he was beginning to notice. Moving his hands lower, he grazed only his fingertips against his body so he wouldn't apply any pain or pressure to any injuries he had.

His torso felt strained and bruised but nothing major. Moving his hands to the floor, he felt around him for any bricks or lumps of concrete before he pressed his flat palms to the ground in order to sit himself up.

Ben took a moment to control his breathing and ride out the dizziness in his head before he dared to check over his legs. His right leg had a rather blistering burn to his upper thigh and the way it sizzled like he was sitting on a barbecue made Ben guess it had reached the muscle.

"Shit."

He left the burn alone, not having any water or gauze to clean it with anyway, so he focused on trailing his hands lower down his body.

He'd dislocated his left knee, great.

But when Ben looked at his legs, a sound resembling a moan escaped his lips before he groaned and felt himself beginning to cry without shedding any tears. There was a chunk of concrete like one of the pillars holding up the ceiling and it was laid on Ben's right ankle, cutting off his sight of his foot.

For two, maybe three minutes, Ben sat choking on dust and air wondering if it had gone completely through his ankle and chopped off his foot. Without being able to see his foot or being able to see the damage to his ankle, it felt possible that his foot was no longer connected to his leg. But Ben could feel his whole leg twitching and it didn't feel like his foot wasn't there, so surely it had to be, right?

Ben found it horrifying that he could feel no pain in his leg other than his blistered thigh. He wasn't suffering agonising pain from his ankle bone clearly being crushed by concrete, nor were his nerves shooting with pains or his muscles twitching and spasming with pain. His leg just felt numb from the knee down.

Trying to ignore his own injuries when he heard Tommy lowly groaning, Ben tried to turn to the left but he ended up laying back down on his side to ease the pain he was feeling. He gently brushed Tommy's hair from his eyes that were just beginning to flutter open like butterfly wings. He took a moment to adjust and look at Ben before hi pupils blew wide and a strangled breath escaped his bleeding lips.

The eight year old's breathing started to increase and he began to shake as a silent cry escaped his lips making it clear that his memory was sharp and coming back to him quickly.

"Sshh, hey, hey I'm here buddy. I'm here and I've got you, it's gonna be okay I promise." Ben brushed his hand over Tommy's face, knowing his voice was scratching but he hoped he could still calm him down. He kissed Tommy's forehead and continued to brush his hand over his features to calm him down, listening as his breathing calmed down but he started to choke on wails. "I'm here, you're okay."

Tommy reached his hand up and clung to Ben's arm for a few minutes until his wails turned to sniffs and gasps for a proper breath.

"Tommy, baby I need to check you over to see where you're hurt. I'm gonna turn you on your back, just tell me if anything hurts, okay?" Ben took Tommy's hand to keep him calm when he sat up before he gently eased Tommy over onto his back.

Ben felt something stabbing his chest when he realised he'd called Tommy baby like he used to when he was younger and he didn't revolt against the term. It was a pet name Ben used for (Y/n) and all the boys but Tommy started to say he was too old to be called that, but right now he didn't seem to bother, if anything it seemed to reassure him.

Ben slowly let go of Tommy's hand so he could check him over, wincing when Tommy let out a cry when Ben touched his left shoulder which felt dislocated. Ben tried to breathe slowly and calmly to get Tommy to copy him as he continued to check him over, noting that he had at least two broken or fractured ribs and his right leg felt both blistered and broken. But he didn't feel any pain around his torso or chest other than bruising which was a good sign that he might not have any internal injuries.

"Okay, I'm gonna sit you up, put your shoulder in place and then sort out my knee, okay?"

"Daddy don't... i-it's okay please-"

"It'll hurt a lot less if I put it back in place, I know what I'm doing I swear. Count to three for me baby, please." Ben eased Tommy up before reaching around to hold onto his shoulder. He knew it was going to hurt but he also knew leaving it out of its socket would be a bad idea if they had to get themselves out of here because he could catch his shoulder and make it worse.

"O-one... two-" Tommy cut himself off with a piercing scream when Ben pushed his arm straight up and they both heard it popping back into its socket. It was better to do it when he wasn't expecting it and get it over with.

"Good lad, now you just sit there for a minute, okay?"

Placing one hand on his left thigh, Ben held his lower leg with the other hand and closed his eyes for a few seconds as he calmed himself down. He'd done this before with someone else's knee, but not to himself. But he couldn't move or bend his knee if it was popped out of the joint and at some point he needed to check on his shattered ankle. Drawing in a deep breath through gritted teeth, Ben opened his eyes, focusing his gaze on his knee as he held his breath deep in his lungs.

One... two... three.

Curse words flowed freely from his chapped lips along with a scream of pain when he heard the sickening pop telling him that he'd done it.

Turning his head, Ben looked over at Tommy who was cringing from the scene and the sound he just witnessed and tears were now streaking down his face that was covered in grime and dust. But when Tommy moved his head and caught sight of (Y/n), Ben's voice caused him to quickly look back at his dad.

"Hey, eyes over here. Your mum's okay, she's just unconscious like we were a bit ago. When I sort my foot out, I'm gonna go and make sure she's okay and then we'll get out of here, it's gonna be fine I swear." Ben didn't want Tommy to sit and stare at (Y/n) because he would upset himself and convince himself that she wasn't okay. Ben didn't want Tommy to torture himself looking at (Y/n) knowing that he couldn't help, nor did he want Tommy to go and sit with her in case she had any injuries that he would be able to see.

Pressing his hand under his knee, Ben pulled it until his knee was bent up and he could shuffle closer and bend his other knee to get as close to his damaged ankle as possible. The boulder crushing his limb wasn't too extensive, it wasn't very long in length and it was rather thin which he guessed was a good thing. Daring to lean his head over the boulder, Ben sighed in utter relief when he saw his foot on the other side. He had truly believed he would look over to see a severed limb looking back at him. His foot was bent to the left at an odd angle and Ben didn't have to move the boulder to know that the bone of his ankle would be shattered.

Without even thinking, Ben moved his cautious hand to try and touch his foot that was clad in his boot but to his utter surprise, his foot jerked at the contact which made his ankle move under its constraint of the boulder.

Ben tried to swallow a howl at the sudden agony he felt when a shooting nerve sprung to life in his ankle and bolted all the way up his leg. Now he could feel the pain instead of the numbness. He tried to think what he was going to do and how to get his foot free and as he leaned his head to the side to assess his ankle, he noticed there might just be enough room to bend his foot and slide it under.

"Tommy, can you shuffle over here for me?" Ben cocked his head to the side, watching as Tommy slowly dragged himself over whilst trying not to move his broken leg too much. But when he looked over at Ben's ankle, more tears fell from his eyes and he started to whimper.

"D-daddy, y-your..." He couldn't seem to find the words he was thinking of so he just pointed at the sight that made him feel sick.

"I know it looks bad, but baby I need you to help me. I need you to lean over and help push my foot under the concrete, I can't get it free on my own."

Tommy violently shook his head, trying to retreat but Ben reached over and grabbed hold of his hand. His eyes were pleading, he wouldn't ask this if he could do this on his own. Ben didn't want his boy to see him in pain or witness this but there was no way Ben could bend his damaged foot the other way and push it under the boulder as well as trying to lift the boulder enough to slot his foot free.

"Baby I need your help or else I can't go and help your mum. Please?" Tommy started to shake but he finally relented and nodded. "Good boy, all you have to do is bend my foot to the other side and then push it when I tell you to, okay?"

Tommy turned his head to the side when he shuffled closer to the boulder and Ben could see his stomach churning and his throat tightening like he was going to be sick. He rested his left arm over the boulder and held onto Ben's boot, slowly pushing it like he was moving the hand of a clock into the right position but the noise Ben's ankle made caused Tommy to wail. He shivered and shrunk down when Ben growled through gritted teeth and snapped his eyes closed, he had to try and be strong but the pain was making it very hard.

Moving his hands, Ben slipped his gloves back on before he slotted his hands under the small gap the boulder had left. His arms started to shake and he felt his stomach muscles tightening when he pulled up the boulder before nodding for Tommy to push his foot.

Ben tried his best to pull his leg back but it was harder than he thought when his whole leg was numb to the point he could barely feel it. When the edge of his boot barely scraped past the boulder Ben let it drop against the floor before he leaned back on his hands and tipped his head back, closing his eyes tightly. Now the weight was gone Ben could feel every inch of skin and every nerve pulsing and tingling in his ankle like it was coming back to life and he knew it would only be a matter of minutes before the pain started to arise.

"Good lad." Ben breathed through the words as he tried to stop himself from becoming light-headed.

When he dared to examine his ankle, Ben knew he would be lucky if his foot would survive with how shattered the bone was, it looked like his ankle had been flattened and there was a piece of bone poking through the skin that was oozing blood like a small river.

"Tommy, baby you stay there and I'm gonna go see to your mum, I'll be right there you won't lose sight of me for a second I promise."

"O-okay."

When Tommy nodded, Ben managed a tight-lipped smile before he slowly rolled over so that he was resting on his front. He knew it would be easier to crawl over rather than try and stand with a shattered ankle and a dislocated knee, the pain would be too intense to bear. As Ben started crawling over to (Y/n), he started to wonder how long it would be before search and rescue got here and got them out.

There were countless other people trapped here who needed to escape but Ben was praying that since they were on the ground floor, they would be seen to quicker.

They needed help.

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Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter nineteen: carry me

❧ genre:  tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings:  N S F W, smut, night terrors, ptsd, drug use, attempted suicide mentions, domestic abuse, self-harm, mental abuse, descriptions of blood/stabbing/torture. Please do not read this chapter any further if any of this warnings are triggers in anyway. Take care of yourself. <3

❧ chapter song:  Carry Me by Papa Roach

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Hot. 

It’s so hot … no ice, ice blue. They’re cold, so cold. Those eyes so full of rage, glimmering so brightly and god they’re beautiful but it’s dark inside of them and despite the flames coming from his palms, it’s cold inside of the ice blue eyes.

“I love you so much angel, you know that right?”

The voice is intoxicating, so are his hands, his cruel love - he’s most definitely a drug. It’s so fucking bad for you, destroys you, ruins your entire life but … you can’t put it down or walk away. It welcomes you with open possessive tarnished arms, a beautifully stitched evil smile, onyx colored hair. It loves you, he loves you. The hand-prints being burned into your thighs are more than proof enough of that, the smell of your own burning flesh is the smell of his love.

“I - I do Dabi, I love you -” you convulsed in agony, nail-beds nearly splitting as they clawed at the table beneath you and shrieked, “I l-love you too.”

He leaned down, dulling his flames but not putting them out completely, and kisses at your cheek before licking up the stream of tears that flow down it. Somehow his kiss, his tongue, it's even hotter than the flames. Still it makes your heart flutter, revives the butterflies in your stomach and at the same time makes you sick.

This is his love.

Suddenly you’re not beneath him anymore, there’s no more fire, it’s just black. 

You shivered, chilled to the bone and that shiver turned into your body thrashing in pain as light flooded your vision. Something’s in your back, you couldn’t breathe and the taste of blood was on your tongue. Moaning out, you pressed your forehead to the cold floor, clawing at it, sobbing.

Each breath feels like the last one, whatever was in your back digs deeper and deeper. There’s something warm and slick dripping from above you and onto the shell of your ear, a hot breath against the back of your neck.

“Why angel, why did you try that? The only way you can get away from me is in a fucking box, the box I put you in."

You felt his fingers gently caressing your hair before his they knot into it at the scalp. He yanked your head back hard enough that the tears swimming in your eyes carved more trails down already wet cheeks.

Your body feels like it's about to shatter under his touch.

"You don't choose when you die. I do." 

A simple fact. Truth. An ever present reminder of his love for you; his complete and utter control over your entire being.  

He let your head fall back onto the ground, a sob ripping out of your throat at the knock of your skull against the concrete.

"But you already knew that, didn't you, angel?"

You couldn’t reply, a knee pressing against the curve of your spine as Dabi sat up and the sound of rattling is heard before an orange pill bottle is being chunked onto the ground next to your head. Your vision was blurred with tears, also by you fading in and out of consciousness from the pain in your back and from the …

“Pills huh?” He snickered, leaning back down to press his cheek to your hair, the sharp pain in your back sinking further, deeper. “Fucking pathetic, you must’ve been on the fence about leaving me behind. How could you - I’m hurt.”

It was bullshit of course, you could tell from the dark chuckle that followed those words.

There’s a kiss to your sweating temple, somehow it calmed you just a little bit. He inhaled deeply and you can hear the skin of his stitched smile ripping right before there’s a disgusting squelch in your ears and a wave of un-explainable pain suffocating your entire body. This thing you feel in your back, its twisting roughly.

You wail. He laughs. Everything goes blurry until it’s black again.

“You’re mine angel. All mine. Get that through your fucking skull. Take a bit and sleep it off. I’ll be back.”

Kirishima was in the kitchen, Duchess sitting at his feet while he cooked. There were plates full of waffles, eggs, bacon, lined down the counter. Oil from a slab of ham popped inside of the skillet and made the massive man jump back with a whistle and smile.

“Almost got me!”

Red eyes looked to the clock on the stove. It had only been maybe two hours since Kiri woke up and left you peacefully sleeping in bed. After everything that happened the night before, it had left both of you exhausted, barely able to even land kisses on each other’s lips after your bath. 

Sill, he managed to wake up earlier than he needed to, body too used to his early workout routines. There was no other way Kiri could think of spending his time other than making a good hearty breakfast for when you woke up, then spend the rest of the day being lazy in bed, watching movies and taking it easy. You deserved it, well you deserved more of course but for today this seemed like it would be enough.

Duchess whined, breaking Kiri’s train of thought and he looked down at her, shaking his head.

“No ma’am. You already had eggs and rice! Between you, her and me, I don’t know how I’m gonna keep food in the fridge.”

The pit pouted her jowls, huffing out a quiet noise, known as a whisper that Kiri taught her. Her tail wagged back and forth impatiently and her owner chuckled, still shaking his head before tossing her a piece of bacon. Duchess didn’t even bother chewing, just swallowed it whole. 

Kirishima sighed and flipped the piece of ham one last time before deciding it was done and plated it, moving the skillet off the burner and turning it off. He was in the process of setting the table that rarely ever gets used, the plate of waffles almost on the surface, when he heard a scream that made his blood run cold.

The porcelain cracked as a wave of hardening rippled from his elbow and to his hand before it was dropped, left forgotten as he bolted towards the bedroom. 

Once in the doorway his eyes widened. 

You thrashed around in the covers, sweat visible on your brow and neck, teeth gritting hard enough that he could hear them grinding from where he stood. You white-knuckled your skin, clawing ruthlessly at your thighs, grabbing at your back. Tears streamed from your face and whimpers, screams, blood curdling noises leaving through your teeth.

“P-please … stop … breathe breathe, I c-can’t … k-kill me … “

Kirishima nearly long jumped from the door and to your side on the bed, kneeling next to you and shifting your body as his weight dipped into the mattress. He tried to think, strategize. The memory of you having a similar experience that night in his truck came back up. Fuck what did he do again?

Shook you! 

Kiri went to do just that before pausing and second guessing. He had always heard you never wake a sleepwalking person, was it the same for this? Sure last time it worked but at the moment as he watched helplessly, things looked so much worse than that night. Finally Kirishima decided not to shake you but to cautiously touch your shoulder, nudging it just a little as he spoke softly.

“Baby, baby please wake up. It’s just a nightmare,” Kirishima quietly pleaded. “Come on, let me see those pretty eyes little one. Fuck - wake up please.”

Almost automatically your eyes shot open wide with fear and you gasped, waking up in a frenzied jolt. Something was touching you, grabbing you and it was enough to make you cower in fear. Eyes screwing shut, you shielded yourself with your arms, balling up and violently shaking.

“Please n-no more … make it stop. It b-burns Dabi, I’m sorry j-just please let go.”

Kirishima resisted the urge to cradle you in his arms and comfort you, shield you from this nightmare that was still playing in your head. At the same time though he knew he just needed to be easy, think of some way to safely bring you back to him.

Fuck - think!

“Wait …” he quietly murmured to himself as he looked at his palm. 

All those times he needed to be calmed, to be tamed, there was only one thing that could do the trick.

Kiri closed his eyes momentarily and took a breath before reaching out and finding an opening to lightly touch your cheek, having it rest perfectly in his palm.

“Little one -“

Suddenly, a switch flipped inside your head. That cold and menacing voice being extinguished as a warm and loving one overpowered it. Slowly, your arms lowered and eyes blinked open. It took a few seconds to register where you were, heart beating so fast and chest hurting as you took in lungfuls of air, feeling like you were just brought back from the dead. It wasn’t cold anymore, there was no pain in your back.

Looking to the side and leaning into the palm on your cheek, you saw Kirishima kneeling there right next to you. So much worry and relief was written all over him and in a flash you were flinging yourself into his chest and feeling strong, protective tattooed arms wrapping around you. 

That coppery smell of blood and burned meat wasn’t assaulting your senses anymore. Instead it smelled sweet and salty, your nose burrowing deeper into the hard heaving chest. The fabric of Kiri’s shirt held the scent of cooked food, bacon grease and batter. Your fingers clung to it, your mind clung to it as you inhaled more and more, trying to become grounded to keep from going back to that hell.

A pitiful and heart wrenching sob ripped from you, muffling into Kiri’s body. He sighed and held you tighter, feeling his shirt get warmer from the plethora of fresh tears that soaked it. He felt so helpless to you.

“Shh, I’m here little one. I’m right here, I’ve got you - I promise.”

You finally looked up to him, eyes rimmed red with a running nose.

“I don’t want him to find me Ei … I don’t want these dreams anymore … d-don’t want to be his anymore.”

Kirishima shushed you, calloused and warm hands holding your face. His eyes scanning it as he shook his head and wiped at your tears.

“I won’t let him find you baby, we won’t let him. Look, you’ll stay here with me until we have him dealt with, I won’t leave your side, I won’t let you out of my sight. Fuck I’ll even hold your hand going to the bathroom if that makes you feel safer! But you gotta believe me, I’m not going to let him take you not without a fucking fight! You don’t belong to him (Y/N), you’re not his, he doesn’t own you. You … you’re mine okay?”

Slowly your breathing was calming and your mind focused on the hands cupping your tear stained cheeks, the red eyes holding you there in the present. You blinked to release a few more droplets that hung from the corners of your eyes before nuzzling your face into those comforting and protective hands.

“I - I need you … to prove it.”

Kirishima’s red brows furrowed, his head tilting. Confusion spread across his face at the oddly timed request.

“Of course but maybe we should talk about this first, get you fed -”

“Please Eijirou.”

Your lips pouted. No, that’s not fair at all.

Soft, small hands were wrapping around his wrists, your teeth chewing on your trembling bottom lip. Before Kiri could protest, try to talk you down from whatever coping mechanism this was, you were already straddling his lap and grappling desperately at his shirt with shaky hands, nuzzling your cheek against his own with unsure kisses.

“I - I’m fucked up I know … but I need this so much. How Dabi loved me -”

“That wasn’t love (Y/N),” Kirishima hissed when a tear covered kiss was placed on his jaw, “That was torture, abuse … it f-fucking wasn’t love.”

Since when did he start crying, Eijirou wondered when you kissed a tear from his cheek. He turned his head and looked at you. You were so broken and so was he. He had gotten over his demons for the most part though but you … they were still so new, still lingering, literally.

“Then show me what it is, please! Fuck me, claim me … make him disappear please ...”

A needy roll of your hips had Kirishima groaning and biting down on his lip. The air seemed to grow thicker between your faces and his resolve was slowly diminishing. Soft plush lips grazed at his own, both of you breathing heavily into the other’s mouth as your arms hung around broad shoulders, fingers pinching at the back of his shirt and trying to pull it off as you quietly pleaded on his lips. 

Kirishima didn’t stop you, hunching his shoulder blades and letting you remove the shirt, next he removed yours, your cheeks flushing pink after tossing the garment to the side. It wasn’t because you were completely bare apart from your underwear but because your skin still felt so hot, feverish. It was suffocating.

“I still feel it Ei, I can fucking feel him on my skin … it burns, they all burn, everything fucking burns,” you cried out, broken and shaky as your nails clawed ruthlessly into the purple flesh and made you whimper before placing your palms on the irritated skin and trying to heal them. Repeating the morbid process over and over - Kiri froze in shock briefly. “... I don’t want to burn. I don’t want these anymore, I hate them! No matter what I do they w-won’t go away!”

Quickly Kirishima fell back down to reality and took your wrists in his hands, growling lowly with anger.

“Stop that! Fuck please stop you’re hurting yourself!”

“What does it matter Ei! That’s all I’m ever fucking good for, for hurting, maiming - it doesn’t matter cause I can just heal it right … or t-try. You won’t help me so I-I have to do it myself!”

Tears violently rolled down your face, eyes bloodshot red and body constantly trembling. Kirishima frowned, his brows furrowing as he tightened his grip on your wrists when you tried to pry them away. He was going to help you, but this wasn’t the way!

“(Y/N), this isn’t something you can fucking heal with your quirk! This goes deeper than these fucking scars, these burns! Baby please, I want to help you and I will, I swear on my life I will - but this isn’t the way! Hurting yourself further doesn’t fix this, you can’t hide all this shit under new wounds and hope that the scar tissue keeps building and building until it’s gone!”

Your head shook and fell forward as you sobbed, heart shattering dry heaves leaving your body. Kirishima was starting to cry his own tears while you had this monumental breakdown right before him. He wasn’t a fucking professional but he could deduce that with the recent events, all your re-pressed memories, your past, just came flooding back when your brain was most vulnerable. 

Sure you seemed okay on the outside up until now but knowing what Kirishima knew now, it was mind-blowing to him how you were able to keep this up for so long without any real help. But he also realized, you were totally alone until finding the shop, even then you were alone with these secrets. You held so fucking much inside of yourself, while still managing to look unbreakable on the surface, hiding behind your quirk.

Kirishima sighed and released your wrists, your body collapsing into his chest again and him holding you close and tight. Together you both cried.

You realizing for once you weren’t over it and him realizing the years of fucked up conditioning you endured.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry little one. If I could, I’d make this all go away I swear. You didn’t deserve any of that, how someone could take advantage of your love like that, of you like that, its fucking sick. I’m going to help you but not this way, this way isn’t right. Sex, self-harm, repressing, that’s not going to un-do all that abuse. Baby, this is going to take time, it's going to take someone professional. I’ll do everything in my power to show you love, how it’s supposed to really be, in the meantime but sooner or later, when you’re ready, of course, we need to talk about other options as well. Options that’ll help me help you that much more. I love you so fucking much and I’m going to do everything in my power to help you start over, keep you safe, healthy and happy. But you have to promise me, no more hurting yourself, no more thinking you’re only use is for pain. You’re so much more than that, I know six other guys who can help me prove it too.”

You whimpered and clung to Kirishima. Taking in every single word he said to heart. You were broken into a million pieces, struggling to keep all of them together only to have it blow up out of nowhere but by the grace of some fucking divine power - you had Kirishima. He was there helping to gather those pieces side by side with you.

“Okay,” you replied with a raw voice, “I promise. I - I’m sorry about this Ei … I really am.”

Kirishima kissed your head, resting his cheek against it.

“Don’t you dare apologize for this little one. The past twenty-four hours has been a fucking shit show, it’s fine, you did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“I tried to make you fuck me for the first time while crying my eyes out like a lunatic!”

The red-head quietly chuckled and rubbed your back.

“So I was a little taken back by that but it's nothing. I’ll make you a deal though, let me show you a few others ways I can love you without having to use my dick and then if you still need ‘that’ type of loving afterwards, then I shall go above and beyond to help out yeah?”

You huffed a laugh into the crook of Kirishima’s neck and weakly smiled, looking up at him.

“So you’d like infinity and beyond me with your dick is what you’re saying.”

A razor-sharp smile grew on his face before he playfully nipped at your cheek and kissed it.

“Dick-Lightyear to the rescue!”

“Fuck you!” You cackled with a light nudge to his chest.

“That’s the point little one, now - let’s go experience example number one of love, food!”

After getting you out of bed, Kirishima brought you to the bathroom to wipe your face clean with a warm rag, placing kisses to your cheeks almost every second. He rubbed the tops of your thighs gently with a thin layer of soothing lotion, even though you had healed the broken skin, the constant repetitive trauma to it had your flesh irritated and burning up. Once he was done getting you fixed up all you wanted to do was cling to him and crawl back in bed, you felt exhausted from the abuse of your quirk and crying so hard.

But that wasn’t going to happen, at least not yet. Kirishima was adamant about getting you fed, which you weren’t entirely opposed to considering how much your stomach growled. Once you were fixed up, the man carried you to the kitchen, sitting you down at the table that was covered in plates of food. You pouted, crossing your legs like a child in your seat and wiping your eyes to try and hide a tear. How you were still able to even produce anymore was beyond you.

Kiri returned to the table, sitting next to you with plates and utensils. When he looked at you, he pulled your seat closer and cupped your cheek. 

“What’s wrong, you okay?”

“I’m sorry Ei, I’m really not trying to make you worry … you made all this by yourself?”

Sighing with relief, the red-head nodded and kissed your temple.

“I did. I woke up kinda early, I usually work out in the mornings, and after what happened yesterday I just wanted to treat you to an easy day. You know, make you a giant breakfast, be lazy and watch dumb tv, other stuff. Just whatever to rest and make you happy again. Granted it started out a little differently but that’s no ones fault and if anything, it's more reason to just take an off day or two, to take care of each other.”

“But … why.”

Kirishima furrowed his brows, brushing your hair back and wiping a tear away.

“Because I love you, not like I need a reason to feed you, but if you want one then that's it. You deserve to be fed well, be healthy. You deserve to take a day off and be lazy. You deserve the entire fucking world on a golden platter, by the means of waffles and bacon, shitty horror movies you love so much, a warm blanket on the couch with me and Duchess, hugs and kisses, back rubs, gifts, you name it. This - this is love little one, it comes in different forms, like uh - ah that night at the bar when I cut you off from those terrible shots and got you a snack! When I held you that night at Sero’s and we shared ice cream together even if it was fucking snowing outside. When I held that nasty ass ‘noodle’. That was love. Bakugou being there for you that night, Sero and Denki bringing you food each morning or watching anime with you, Shouto teaching you how to draw and letting you use his studio as your safe space. Deku letting you smother his face in kisses and choke him to death with bear hugs, even fucking Hitoshi being a pompous ass to me - it’s all love.”

You sat there, listening, saturating. 

Your mind was doing it’s best with damage control, replacing fire with waffles, degradation with playful teasing, blue eyes for grey and blue eyes, spiky black hair with ash blonde hair, staples with freckles. Slowly the image of Dabi was becoming that of all the guys at the shop, you knew they loved you but now you were truly understanding just what it meant.

“I didn’t even know. I spent so many years thinking that hurt and pain was love. Every time he belittled me, scolded and yelled at me, every-time he marked me with fire or a blade, I thought it was love. He never so much as made me food before, patched up my wounds that he caused. At night when we slept together he held me, but it felt like being held in a cold prison, it was inescapable. When he smiled at me it always gave me chills, not in a good way though. You know … I can’t even recall him ever saying he loved me when he wasn’t torturing me. I was so stupid, I stayed for so long until it was too late.”

Kirishima rubbed your knee, squeezing it gently. 

“You’re not stupid (Y/N). He manipulated you, conditioned you into believing those things. Nothing is your fault, none of it. You just gave your heart to the wrong person is all. It won’t be overnight, but you’re going to get through this the right way, I’ll be right here with you too to help. We’re gonna beat this, beat him, together.”

You nodded, taking his hand on your knee and threading your fingers together. Turning to look at him, you smiled. “Thank you Eijirou. For everything, I’m so lucky. I love you so much.”

“I love you little one, so much more,” he grinned and leaned over, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, “Now, how about we stuff our faces. I want you to get that little tummy nice and full!”

You smirked and scrunched your nose as Kirishima started to place food on your plate.

“Then maybe later you can stuff something else nice and full?”

Almost instantly Kirishima choked on air, nearly spilling the glass of milk he was pouring for you.

“Shit,” he rasped out, collecting himself and placing the glass next to your plate with a nervous laugh. “Hah, yeah. More reason for you to stop stalling and eat, you’ll need your energy!”

“Yeah … I guess so.”

Without another word the two of you ate your meals, only exchanging a few words in between such as complimenting about how good everything was or asking for more. Other than that there was a silence, not a very welcomed one but you decided to ignore it for now and fill that small tiny void with a mouthful of waffles.

After finishing, you helped Kirishima clean up, working together to do the dishes, feeding the leftovers to a very grateful Duchess. When you were done and drying your hands, you watched as Kirishima dried the dishes. That silence still lingered. Still unwelcomed.

So with a sigh you shook off the uneasiness and went to hug Kirishima from behind while he stacked the plates back in their cabinet, placing kisses to his back and humming at how warm his skin was under your lips. Your hands lightly rubbed at his chest, fingers pressing at the firm muscles of pecs and tracing the dips of his abdominal's and the cut of his hips. He closed the door and placed his hands flat on the counter before him. Your lashes fluttered against his shoulder blade, teeth dragging down the tan skin and making his head fuzzy. His breathing became more labored as your nails clawed across the waistband of his sweats, the tips of them dipping underneath it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, digging his own nails into the counter-top as your hand palmed at him over his briefs. “B-baby wait.”

Your eyes blinked at his words, hand slipping back out and arms unwrapping from him completely as you backed away. Kirishima took a second to breathe deeply before turning around to see you leaned against the opposite counter, arms crossed nervously and eyes looking at the ground.

“You’re still freaked out from earlier … aren’t you,” you spoke quietly, ashamed.

Kirishima frowned and moved to stand before you, petting your hair and letting you lean into his chest as he shook his head.

“I’m not freaked out I promise … just apprehensive is all. Baby - you were having a mental fucking breakdown not even an hour ago, crying, scared. You weren’t okay at all and I just … I just want to make sure you are now, truly okay. Look we don’t have to rush this, I can wait, will wait, however long I need to for you - I just want you to be happy and in a good head-space when this happens, I don’t want you to think of our first time as anything less than happy.”

You looked up into red worried eyes.

“Eijirou, I know I didn’t go about it the right way back there, my head was in a frenzy and I was trying to make what I saw just go away, to focus on something else. I shouldn’t have put that on you and I’m sorry … I know I need help, I need help with a lot but I want you to be the one who takes this step with me, to help me heal in this area because … just like everything else, that part of me if damaged too.”

Kirishima sighed, wrapping his arms around you tight and burying his face into your hair. 

Of course that fucking monster would - there were no limits with him. It hurt to even think about how much further Dabi went to humiliate you, abuse you. God he hated this guy with every ounce of his being. First though, he needed to help you.

Kirishima rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head before pulling away and taking your face in his hands.

“There’s nothing wrong with being broken little one. Nothing that happened to you could ever make me love you any less, or want you any less. If you’re truly okay and ready for this, then I promise I’ll make damn sure to help you heal as much as I can, as many times as I can, as long as I can.”

You couldn’t help but smile, trying to hide a giggle in his chest. It failed though, making Kirishima chuckle himself and grab your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“I’m trying to be sweet here goddammit.”

“If you wanna be sweet then fucking kiss me already.”

Not having to tell him twice, Kiri smiled and kissed you sweetly. You hummed, kissing back and giggling when he suddenly lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You promise you’re okay?” He questioned against your cheek, before kissing it.

“I promise Ei, I’m okay.”

“Okay. Then - where should we do this?”

Somewhere in between the kitchen and bedroom, you and Kirishima turned into a pair of playful idiots. You squealing as he chased after you in the room, tackling you onto the ginormous bed and tickling your sides without mercy. You pleaded and begged, a smile on your face and cheeks flushed pink from the quickened heartbeat and fits of laughter. Kirishima happily silencing them with his mouth, his hands left your side and found your own, fingers threading together as he placed your arms above your head.

“I love you,” being whispered onto your cheekbone, jaw, temple, eyelid, every inch of your face.

Your heart fluttered in its chamber, body melting into the mattress from the three words alone. Hearing them said along with soft and gentle kisses, strong loving hands caressing your arms and face - it felt like something you couldn’t explain, like no words were good enough for it and it was only just starting.

Sharp teeth were nipping under your chin, lips gently sucking at the skin down your throat. Small patches of purple started to blossom under the surface, trails of teeth marks following in their wake. Kirishima smiled when he could feel the vibration of a moan rolling through your throat. His hands roamed to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up and kissing as more and more skin was revealed. The tip of his nose moved along the curve of your hip, you giggled from the touch and ran your hands through red hair, tugging at it when Kirishima took a rougher bite at your rib cage.

“Ei,” you whimpered.

Kirishima grinned and licked at the indention's, kissing it. 

“You okay little one, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Hurt. That was far from it.

“I’m okay Red.”

The redhead chuckled and brushed his nose against the curve of your still mostly-covered breast, almost purring as he nipped that too. His hands trailed gently down your sides, the soft tickle and heat of his breath made goosebumps rise on your flesh. Those red eyes are gentle, locked onto your face, your reactions, as he sucked another bruise onto you. You loved the playful smile on his lips as he sat up, both hands rested just under the hem of your shirt.

“May I?”

You couldn’t help your soft laughter, the sound only making Eijirou smile more brightly as you nodded and lifted your arms, letting him pull off your shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Your eyes followed his movements as he sat up on his knees, and something in your chest fluttered. You had seen him shirtless before but … good god he was beautiful - and all yours.

Kirishima held out his hands for you, an invitation, and gently placed your hands on his stomach before he resumed his place on top of you. 

“Touch me,” is all he murmured before he leaned down and kissed your throat, and now down your bare chest as you let your hands gingerly roam up his form, over his shoulders. One of his hands kneaded one of your breasts, and the sudden contact made you moan before your nails gently pressed into his tattooed skin.

Teasing crimson eyes locked onto yours, Kirishima’s mouth closed around the pebbled bud of your nipple. The moan you bit off while your back arched damn near made Kirishima lose his mind, thoughts becoming a heated haze as fire spread across his skin, he gave a small growl in the back of his throat that made a smile tug at the corners of your lips. His sharp teeth pricked gently into the plush flesh around his target before he gave it a firm suck, tongue playing with the steel barbell that pierced through your nipple. 

He winked at you as he pulled away and gave another nip to the valley between your breasts and then another further down your stomach right above the hem of your panties.

He’s trying to make you associate this gentle, loving pain with him, you realized. The care in the action nearly making you cry.

“Eijirou,” you whispered, and the man on top of you paused in his ministrations before he leaned down and gently pecked at your belly button.

“Yes, little one?”

“I love you.”

“And I love you;” 

Kirishima nuzzled your stomach, letting you run your fingers through his hair as he kissed at the scar on your hip before he sat up on his knees, warm and calloused hands running affectionately, lovingly, from the said scar then down along the burns on your legs. The skin was cooler than the rest of your body, a little rougher in texture and feel but not by much, not that he cared anyway. 

“Every single beautiful inch of you.”

You smiled and sat up on your elbows, “Kiss me again please?”

There was no hesitation, Kirishima fell down to his palms resting by your sides and causing you to bounce from the force of him. You giggled, foreheads softly knocking against the other as he framed your cheek in his palm and pulled you in for a kiss. Soon the sweet and soft exchange became more heated, moaning and groaning coming from the both of you as teeth pulled on lips and tongues lick at each other. Your hands were back on his body, feeling every rigid dip of muscle, making light red claw marks over the colorful ink. Kirishima’s own hand kneaded your breast again, softly tugging on the piercing and making you let out a needy moan.

“Hah, you’re so fucking cute,” he breathed against your throat before rutting against you, rocking you back into the mattress and making you claw at him more with need.

“Ei, please - please I need you.” You sighed and grabbed his hand that rubbed at your side and led it down to the fabric of your panties. 

“Need you so much,” you replied with a kiss to his jaw.

He nodded, placing a kiss to your forehead as his fingers looped around the waistline of the panties and started to pull them down. You lifted your hips to help him out, both of you smiling at each other once he discarded the garment on the floor. Sitting back on his calves, Kirishima parted your knees, making your legs slowly spread open before him. 

His eyes lidded, cock twitching at the sight. As a sharp tooth bit at his lip, Kirishima descended down between your legs, kissing and biting his way along the insides of your thighs. The tips of his soft hair tickled at your burned skin and made you smile, running a hand through the locks, brushing them back to reveal dark red eyes staring back at you. This darkness didn’t provoke fear in you though, instead it provoked desire, causing you to throb even more with it.

Kirishima continued to kiss his way further between your thigh, letting the tip of his tongue tease after each peck. A smile grew in his eyes that never left your own, he was toying with you. It was hard to fight back a giggle and softly knock the side of his head with your knee for dragging things out, when you wanted something you wanted it right away.

“Eijirou!” You whined and raised your hips, trying to inch yourself closer to his mouth.

“Aww such a needy little baby.”

“Fuck you!”

Kirishima chuckled and wrapped his arms under your thighs, jerking your body down and making you shudder when the feeling of his warm breath fanned across your soaked core.

“I intend to little one, I just gotta get you warmed up first, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your eyes rolled, a smirk on your face, “Hah, whatever you s-say-”

The last word came out as a purr when Kirishima finally latched his mouth around your clit and began sucking softly. Instantly you became a puddle of mush, muscles going lax. Kirishima groaned from the taste, digging his fingers deeper into your thighs. His red eyes never closed though, too immersed in watching as your chest rose and fell with deep sighs, how the barbell nipple piercings would catch a ray of sunlight through the blinds and gleam for a second. Your hips slowly rolled, matching the pace of his own tongue that rolled against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Uncoiling one arm from your thigh, Kiri used the now free hand to rub slow agonizing circles on your clit as he kissed and nipped at the burns that grazed his cheek.

You trembled and let out a wanton moan as the fingers easily slipped inside of you, curling perfectly as they pumped slowly. One of your hands traveled down to the thigh Kiri held and he interlocked your fingers together, kissing them sweetly.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed, licking at your clit again briefly, “my sweet baby girl.”

Your lips pouted, moaning even more from the praise. This was all so new, this praise. It made you feel thousands of butterflies swarming in your belly, had your cheeks a warm shade of pink and made you even needier for more. You wanted this forever, those tattooed hands touching you and comforting you, those red eyes always looking at and adoring you. You wanted Kirishima forever.

Willing your eyes back open from the overwhelming pleasure, you managed to look down, not surprised to see those exact eyes staring up at you. A wave of pleasure rippled through you again, making your hips buck up as you moaned with a smile. 

Apparently your lover enjoyed that, judging by how his eyes widened and smiled back. You threaded your fingers through his hair, grounding yourself as you held on and tugged lightly when he started to finger you at a faster pace, mouth abusing your clit with more force. Your eye contact never broke, spurring on the building pressure in your lower belly. With each languid lick and pump, the closer you were to pummeling off the edge. Your teeth bit down on your lower lip, pitiful whimpers escaping from between them and brows furrowing.

“E-Eiji, need you.”

Kirishima slowed his pace and you let out a deep breath that you hadn’t even realized you were holding in. Fingers loosening in his hair. Soon the thick fingers inside of you were no longer there, making you pout from the emptiness. A razor sharp smile had you perking back up though before Kiri was licking his lips clean, as well as his fingers that were covered in your arousal and making him hum. Kiri awed when you blushed at the sight and kissed each of your thighs again.

“Don’t get shy on me now little one.”

You sat up on your palms when he rose back up on his knees, hands roaming from his chest and down to his hips as you kissed at the tattoos on his stomach and looked up at him. 

“Can I?” You questioned, your fingers dipping under the waistband of his sweats.

“Of course,” he grinned.

With a way too eager smile you started to tug down the pants, along with his briefs, making sure to go slower the lower they fell. Kiri steadied himself by holding onto your shoulder, his thumb brushing the skin of it gently and a hiss leaving from between his teeth once his erection was finally freed from the clothing. 

After removing them you couldn’t help but reach out and stroke him slowly, enjoying the satisfied groans that left his throat as you paid special attention to the piercings that lined the top and underside of him. Kirishima was placed perfectly before you on his knees and you didn’t miss the chance to lap up the pre-cum that oozed from the tip of his cock, teasingly sucking before you finally popped off and smiled up at him before placing a long flat tongued lick from the base of him to the very tip.

“F-fuck,” he groaned and playfully pushed your back to the mattress, hovering over you with a smirk.

Your returned the expression with a giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The both of you smiling against the others lips. You licked at his, moaning from the taste of yourself still lingering. Kirishima rolled your lips between his teeth in return, one of his hands roaming down your side to rub your thigh and wrap it around his waist, his cock rutting between your lips. A sigh floated into his mouth and you felt hot skin and cool steel grazing against your clit.

“Eijirou,” you breathed onto his cheek, a strong hint of need in your tone.

He blinked and looked at you, nuzzling your face with his. You were so beautiful, so perfect to him. The pink that dusted your cheekbones and how your eyes shone at him were just a few of his favorite looks on you. He swallowed slowly, nodding his head and kissing your temple.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you in any way, we go at your pace.”

You nodded back and let you legs spread wider around his broad and thick waist, the action making him growl unconsciously like an animal. Kirishima took hold of himself, stroking slowly as he lined up with your entrance and slowly eased himself in. You bit off a whimper, feeling your walls being stretched more than ever around him. 

This mountain of a man was already much bigger than you in terms of height and weight, and the size of his cock matched that ratio. It was thick and not too long, truly he had a really attractive dick, the piercings only making it better in looks and feel.  Kiri fought back his own groans in order to soothe you, pressing his cheek to yours and speaking softly as his arm wrapped around you.

“I’ve got you little one,” he cooed before slowly and finally bottoming out inside of you with a soft thrust, “I - fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you breathed out, melting into his hold. “You can move baby, I’m okay.”

“At least one of us is cause shit,” he huffed out with a smile.

You snorted, trying to hide it in the crook of his neck as you laughed. Kiri laughed with you, showering your face with kisses and struggling at the same time to not instantly cum. God you were so tight around him.

“You’re not making this any better when you laugh sweetheart, it only gets tighter - jesus christ.” He panted.

Biting on your lip, you willed yourself to calm down and looked Kirishima in the eyes. He was smiling. 

Never in your life had you laughed or smiled so much during sex, truly you didn’t think it was possible. You didn’t think feeling this warm, this loved and cherished was possible at all. But here you were, being proved wrong all because of Eijirou Kirishima. So many wonderful things were possible with this man and it made you want to ask for something you were never allowed before. Your hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing at his scar.

“Uhm actually now that I think about it … d-do you think I could maybe uh … be on top?”

Kirishima quirked a brow, looking taken back by your question. 

Suddenly regret started to consume you, making you second guess your request and start to shy away. Before he could reply your head shook and you looked anywhere but his face.

“I’m sorry, just forget I asked, it’s stupid.”

“What? No -” Kiri cupped your face and smiled apologetically, “It’s not stupid at all, I’m sorry my face is dumb sometimes. Of course you can, god, yes! I-I’m just a little taken back as to why you even need to ask you know.”

With a relieved sigh you melted into his touch.

“Well with him … I was never allowed to be on top … he owned, controlled everything. He was superior to me in everything and made sure I knew my place beneath him.”

There was no hiding the protective growl that rolled up through Kirishima’s chest. The more and more he heard about this asshole, the thinner his will became to not go off the handle and hunt him down. 

Not responding, Kiri kissed your head before telling you to hang on. You didn’t have time to really take in what he meant before your bodies were shifting on the bed, both of you grunting and groaning from the movement. Soon you were straddling Kiri’s lap and he sat back against the brick wall behind the bed, a smile on his face as he took your hands in his own.

“Don’t you ever think that you are less than equal to me, got it? I’m not me without you, I’m absolutely nothing without you.”

You scrunched your nose at him, trying your best to fight back tears and lean forward to kiss him. His hands resting on your hips as yours framed his face.

“Got it,” you smiled before kissing him again, showing him your gratitude the only way you know how at the moment. “And I’m not me without you too, I love you.”

“I love you too little one.”

In no time you picked up from where you left off, kisses becoming heated and needy all over again, fingers clawing and digging into each other. Your hips rolled slowly, making Kiri groan while he was abusing your throat with more bites. You repeated the action, drinking in the way it made the man beneath you malfunction and forget how to breathe.

“I - I’m sorry if I’m not good at this right away,” you moaned into his hair, causing his hips to buck up into you, his arms wrapping around your frame and mouth sucking between your breasts.

“Hah, y-you’re fine little one. If you want we can set up a practice routine?”

You tugged at his hair with a grin, making his head lull back and red blissed out eyes look up at you. “You wish,” falling from your lips before they’re crashing with his. You both moaned together as you picked up your pace, rolling your hips back and forth into his and him helping to lift you up and down gently on him. 

Here and there you managed to hover yourself above the tip of him before sinking back down on his cock roughly, making the most beautiful noise fall from Kiri’s lips each time. You were both covered in patches of purples, your own more noticeable across your naked skin. Red claw marks dressed his shoulders and chest, your back, hips and ass.

Kirishima let his head fall back against the brick, teeth gritting and eyes screwing shut with one particular thrust of your hips. He was constantly drowning in how warm and wet you are, how perfectly you wrapped around his cock like a glove and stimulated him just right. The way you looked at him from above with a newfound confidence and power in yourself making pride swell in his chest. You were so strong to him, stronger than himself.

“Am I - mmm, am I doing it right Ei?”

You question him with equally blissed out eyes, your hair cascading around his face as you placed a kiss to his cheek and purred in his ear. He smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and petting the back of your head with his opposite hand.

“Yes,” he grunted, holding you tighter, helping to quicken your pace, “Fuck yes little one, just like that. Such a good girl.”

The praise makes you preen with joy and satisfaction. Kirishima knows it's what you need to keep going, to heal, but it just comes so naturally. As you both chased after your highs together, he showered you with praise, kisses. You could only whimper and moan in response as your body started to tremble, thighs burning and heat spreading like wildfire from the pit of your stomach and throughout your limbs. 

You felt so full, nearly drooling from the feeling of the piercings adding even more delightful stimulation inside of you. You started to go limp, losing stamina but Kirishima held you, helping you.

“I love you so much Eijirou, so much,” you spoke onto his cheek with a shaky breath.

Your cunt clenching tighter and tighter around him, was sending spark after spark of mind numbing pleasure to his brain, up his spine, to the tips of his fingers that were holding onto you for dear life. Gritting his teeth, Kirishima cursed, he couldn’t last any longer and neither could you.

“I love you more little one, my little one.”

Your mouths found each other for one more kiss before you were both crying out as white ebbed across your visions. A wave of hardening rippled through Kiri’s back, scraping against the brick and he came with you. Your hips slowly stuttered to a stop and you fully went limp in his hold, walls still throbbing around his cock and milking out more thick warm ropes of his cum, making you nuzzle into his neck and hum from the feeling. 

Kirishima groaned and tried to catch his breath, waiting for the multi-colored blotches to clear from his eyes while rubbing your back and kissing at your face lovingly. After taking a moment, he gently moved to lay you both down on the bed. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest and then listening closely to his heart slow back down to a normal pace.

“You’re so precious to me you know that? Everything - my entire heart, my soul. I swear I’ll never hurt you little one, only love you, truly love you. I’ll treat you like a queen, cause that’s what you deserve.”

Looking up, your heart overflowed with so many emotions. You wiggled your way closer to place a sweet kiss to Kiri’s lips and touch his face.

“I know you will Eijirou, but we’re equals, so you’ll have to deal with being treated like a king I guess.”

Kirishima smirked and bit at the tip of your nose before you both cuddled back up together and closed your eyes. His hands playing with your hair and caressing you shoulder softly as you drifted back off to sleep that he hoped and prayed was devoid of that monster.

“I guess so huh.”

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 64 of 83

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Kurin watched her unbar the door of the cabin as she thought about it.  She said, “No, I don’t think so.  He used to be my friend.  I just wish that I understood how things went so wrong.”  She looked a mute appeal at Tanlin and added, “How could he hate me so?  I never did anything to him.”

Tanlin paused before opening the door.  She considered before answering, “Nae t’ ‘ear Silor tell t’e tale.  ‘E believes t’at ye were t’e author o’ all o’ ‘is misfortunes.  According t’ ‘im, ye were a Dragon-wicken an’ ‘eld t’e ‘ole Naral fleet in t’e palm o’ yer ‘and.”

Kurin was taken aback.  “You mean it?” she asked.  “What could put him so far onto dry land?”

Tanlin looked at Kurin with pity in her eyes.  “Oi’ve been tryin’ t’ tell ye.  ‘E’s insane w’ere ye are concerned.  ‘E believes ‘imsel’ a tragic ‘ero, persecuted for ridding t’e fleet o’ a deadly an’ unperceived menace.”

“Lady Tanlin,” came a forlorn voice from within the cabin, “I can hear you out there.  Who is with you?  Has the fleet come to their senses yet?”

Tanlin opened the cabin door, leaned in, and said, “Silor, someane ‘as come t’ speak wit’ ye.  She’ll be representin’ t’e Grandalor before a fleet tribunal.  Will ye tell ‘er t’e exact trut’ o’ yer involvement in t’e poisoning?  ‘T may ‘elp our case.”

Silor’s voice answered, calm and assured, “Of course I will talk to her but it is a waste of time.  No case will be needed.  The Witch is dead and in a short time her curses will be gone.  When people are themselves again, they will know themselves freed.”

Kurin spoke from out in the hall where Silor couldn’t see her.  “Silor, you were a good student at learning to navigate by wave and current. Do you know where we are?”

He replied with confidence, “We are in the Dragon Sea.  It was clever of Captain Barad to bring us here.  No fleet owns these waters.  We will be safe here.”

“What of the Great Sea Dragons?  If Mecat taught the witch, perhaps they will not like your having killed her,” Kurin said.

“Dragons live too long to care much about any particular human.  They won’t care one way or the other,” Silor replied airily.

“I’m afraid that you’re wrong about that, Silor,” said Kurin, stepping into his view.

“You’re dead,” he said flatly.  “Nobody can survive Ord poisoning.  Your dying is why the Grandalor had to flee in the first place.”

“No,” Kurin contradicted, “I lived.  The sailor that you duped into poisoning me is the one who died.”

Silor looked at her in dread and leaped at the conclusion that fit his delusion.  “You turned the Ord against the man who poisoned you!” he accused.

“I didn’t have to,” Kurin said quietly.  “The Corliss fleet knows how to heal Ord poisoning.  Sula carried me to her ship and Doctor Worran cured me.  The sailor that you gave the poisoned awl to wasn’t so lucky.  He got the poison through his shirt from carrying the awl in his pocket.  It got to his lungs first.  The doctor tried but she couldn’t save him.”

A wild glint entered Silor’s eyes and he shouted, “Don’t lie!  It was you!  You and that evil Dragon magic!  You killed him just like you did your father!”

Kurin recoiled as if she had been struck.  The very idea that she would have harmed her father was past simply shocking.  It was truly sickening and called to mind her mother’s accusations as she sank into madness.

Silor bunched his legs under him as he paused for breath.  “What does it take to kill you?” he screamed, lunging at Kurin, arms outstretched, hands clawed.

“More’n ye’ve got, Lad!” said Tanlin as she pounced almost into his path and grabbed his arm as he passed, spinning him headfirst into the wall.  Kimson landed on top of him and Tanlin calmly pulled her knife from concealment.  She laid its blade against Silor’s throat and added, “Mister Kimson’s goin’ t’ get off o’ ye, an’ ye’re goin’ t’ get onto yer bunk very slowly.  I’ ye try t’ ‘arm Kurin again, ye die.  Clear?”

Tears of rage and frustration in his eyes, Silor mutely nodded.  Carefully, Kimson released Silor, who slowly got to his feet and sat on his bunk.

Dully, he asked, “I heard whales, who else has she killed?”

As Kurin was about to protest, Tanlin waived her to silence and answered, “Nane.  We lost ane killed outright an’ ane mortal injured.  Yer Longin did t’ose murders an’ some ot’er injuries as well.

“Just gettin’ Kurin ‘ere ‘ad a ‘eavy price.  Macoul t’e steersman died o’ a cut t’roat an’ Lenai Halin died later o’ an abdominal wound.”

That brought a reaction of disgust from Silor.  “So, the witch got to you too?  She made you sacrifice good people just to finish her revenge on me?”

At that, Kurin would not be silent.  “Revenge?  What for?  No witchcraft is needed.  I never lifted a finger against you.  You bring yourself down!”  Bitterly, she added, “If I was a witch, I’d have just changed you so that you wouldn’t care.”

“You knew that I was here on the Grandalor!  How?”

“You were careless.  You were seen at the Gathering,” Kurin retorted angrily.  “Even the sailor that you killed told us it was you before he died.  You are under the same execute on sight order that you got put onto Barad and all the officers of this ship with your murder plot.”

That brought Silor up short.  “Barad?  He tried to stop us.  Why would the Council order him executed?”

Tanlin burst in, icily angry, “M’ too, as an officer o’ t’e Grandalor.  We’re all t’ be executed on sight because o’ ye. Our ‘ope lies in Kurin’s ‘ands an’ t’e jaws o’ t’e Dragons.  T’e Dragons ‘ave let us ‘arbor ‘ere in neutral woters but we cannae go t’rough t’em t’ escape t’e justice o’ a fleet t’at seems t’ ‘ave nane.”

Silor began to whimper and curl up.  “I tried to save you all.  I never wanted to hurt anybody…”  He uncurled an accusing arm, pointing at Kurin.  “If she is your hope, you are as doomed as I am. . .”  He collapsed, eyes rolled back in his head, still breathing but showing no other sign of life.

Shaking and slapping elicited no response.  Silor was gone where none could follow.

Sadly Tanlin said to a thoroughly shocked Kurin, “Oi warned ye.  ‘E wa’ so far ont’ dry land t’at not’ing could bring ‘im bock t’ safe woter.”  She looked grimly down at Silor’s still form and reached a decision.

“Oi’m proof t’at Doctor Corin can care for a person in a coma.  T’he doctor’ll care for ‘im until ‘e recovers or simply dies.” She turned to Kimson.  “Guard ‘im until men come t’ take ‘im t’ sickbay.  See t’at ‘e’s restrained after ‘e’s taken t’ere.”  

She led Kurin back to the Captain’s cabin.  Barad was out and they had the place to themselves.  Tanlin ordered food and drink for Kurin and then said, “T’at wa’ awful.  Oi wad never ‘ave guessed t’at ‘e wad just retreat like t’at.  Wat now?”

Kurin had no answer.  She simply sat and shook, crying inside but not allowing the tears to reach the surface.

Sympathetically, Tanlin sat by her and held her hand.

With a bit of scratching at the window, Thunderhead entered the cabin with a skelt in his beak.  Tanlin looked up at the big Sea Hawk and smiled.

“Ye’re right, T’under’ead.  She does need lookin’ after just now. T’anks for t’e ‘elp.”  She took the small fish and held it out to Kurin.  “‘Ere, youngster.  Take a bite so ‘e’ll know t’at ‘e’s ‘elped.  Friends ‘oo’re ‘urt need food t’ get well.  Tis all t’at ’e knows ‘ow t’ do for ye.”

“It’s raw,” Kurin said, a bit of smile beginning to show around the edges of her shock.

“T’at’s ‘ow tis best for young birds,” said Tanlin tolerantly.  “Go on, ‘e’s really tryin’ t’ ‘elp.”

Kurin took a small bite of the fish and realized that the skelt was good, even raw.  She set to nibbling around the coarse bones until most of the meat was gone, Thunderhead watching critically.  Tanlin absently scratched him under the right wing.

By the time that she was done with the fish, Kurin had a grip on herself.  The distraction provided by the somewhat comic antics of the bird and having to eat as well, helped.

There was a knock at the cabin door and Benj, the cabin-boy entered with a tray.  It had sliced, hard-boiled paddle duck eggs, red-weed bread and dried fillets of skelt for Kurin to eat.  Beside the water bottle were sweet and tart flavors.

By the time that she was done eating the simple fare, Kurin had regained her composure.  She gave Tanlin a measuring look.

“I have all the information that I am likely to get,” Kurin announced, “and I have begun to outline a multi-issue defense.  You said that you could summon the fleet Council and the Longin.  I would like to see how you do that from here.”

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Feast Your Eyes

Written by: @savvylark @lovely-tothe-bone @ra3lynn3

Prompt 91: Peeta as the tatted, ex-rocker owner of bakery chain (like in in DC-Balto area called dangerously delicious pies). Katniss is an attached (engaged or otherwise unavailable) food critic or reporter doing a piece on him but she and P can’t deny the attraction. Angst and such ensue. [submitted by Anonymous]

Rating: M; later change to E Warning: Vague references to child abuse, sexual innuendos, eventual smut

A/N: Through random chance the three of us came together to do this prompt justice and somehow have been on the same wavelength, fueling one another’s ideas. Dreaming up this universe has been such a joy. Having multiple authors, it just made sense for us to beta one another’s work, I am really grateful to @savvylark and @ra3lynn3 for their patience, encouragement, time, and hard work. They’ve taught me so much. Thank you to the lovely anonymous who submitted this, wish we knew who you were! We hope this surpasses your expectations! This will be multi chapter so lots to look forward to Everlarker’s, the first one is by the ever fun @savvylark

Katniss tapped her pencil nervously on the desk, impatiently waiting for her boss. She was supposed to start on this human interest piece which, as a fairly new writer, was entirely outside of her comfort zone.

Katniss was the writer for the dessert portion of foodie magazine, The Feast.

“I would much rather taste and describe the delicate nuances of liver and haggis than write a human interest piece.” She muttered to herself, her face contorted in disgust at the thought of haggis and liver.

Katniss had been in an especially dark mood all day, still fuming over her recent weekend with her boyfriend Thom. It was as if he had done a complete 180 on Katniss. He was once so loyal, and stable with a well paying job; not to mention tall, dark, and handsome. Thom was everything she had been looking for now that Katniss decided to settle down. The discussion of their future, with pretty suggestive hints, seemed to have worked. Their weekend away seemed like it would have been the perfect time, only to be left-

Katniss’s thoughts were interrupted by the knock on her door. Her long dark braid flipped over her shoulder when she stood, she expected her boss. Instead it was Johanna, her friend and superior here at the magazine, who entered.

Small but menacing, Johanna had a powerful stance. Her cropped brunette hair fell just below her jawline in a tapered bob, while shorter and spiky at the nape of her neck.

“Hey brainless, so what happened this weekend? That text was pretty vague.” Katniss’s brash friend asked.

Covering her face with both hands Katniss answered, “Oh my gosh! No! I don’t even want to talk about it. Ugh! I don’t know how to feel about Thom or where our relationship stands.”

Johanna narrowed her chocolate brown eyes in curiosity, so Katniss continued, “It seemed like Thom was going to propose. All the signs were there: romantic getaway, candlelit dinner, an entire weekend to relax. Madge thought so, I thought so, you did too, right?”

Johanna nodded her head in agreement.  

“A few times in the past month I could have sworn that he had a ring box in his pocket. He was not that happy to see me, if you know what I mean?” Katniss suggestively raised her eyebrows with a saucy smirk, her silver eyes were alive with mischief.

Johanna flashed a wicked grin. She was familiar with Katniss’s wild side. Even if she’d kept that part of her self separate, stored away from her clean-cut, straight laced, more conservative boyfriend. That wild side always slipped out in the presence of Johanna Mason.

The look she gave Johanna turned more serious, Katniss spoke vulnerably, “You know what my parents were like… I can’t, I can’t. I don’t know how to feel. I was left alone in a hotel all weekend, while he ran around for his boring job doing… What does he do again? Professional bank paperwork?” The two women were slightly allergic to sappy situations, so before Johanna started breaking out in hives they made light of the topic.

“Being professionally boring… at decrepit banks?” Johanna answered, her eyes narrowed, “but he doesn’t work at the bank?”

Katniss had been dating Thom for nine months. She kept forgetting what he did for work so much so that over time it became a joke. Thom was essentially the grim reaper of banks. He worked for the FDIC shutting failing ones down, the most boring job Katniss had ever heard of. It was all paperwork and involved some travel.

Katniss had an unstable childhood that involved negligent wild parents. She was drawn to Thom because he had been a calm, consistent, reliable presence. To Katniss, Thom meant stability. Thom had no student loans, owned his own home, had no car payment because he was able to buy his car outright. She had yet to see Thom use a credit card to pay for anything. Katniss knew date night would never have been on the 2nd of the month, that night was designated for paying bills. He read about planning for his retirement, reliable financial strategies, and unrisky business investments. Thom’s weeks were structured and predictable. Katniss found it comforting. Just what she thought she needed in her life.

Katniss explained to Johanna that Thom was constantly on his phone the whole weekend, left to fax something, interrupted their conversation during dinner to reply to emails. Katniss was so disappointed when she was abandoned in the hotel room while Thom disappeared yet again, because “Something came up from work, you don’t mind do you?”

His concern was false, he didn’t really ask.

Katniss was not amused and decided she had enough. They cut the weekend short and parted ways with little conversation. Thom flew to one location for work, while Katniss had flown back home.

Madge arrived at the airport and had found a seething, curse-muttering Katniss on fire. Her childhood best friend embraced the scowling dark haired woman and sped off to the nearest ice cream shop to cheer her up. Something decadent always seemed to lighten Katniss’ mood.

Johanna listened intently and shook her head. Not in pity, but frustration with what a terrible weekend her friend had endured.

“Well screw him, let’s go out tonight?” Johanna offered.

Katniss smiled at the idea, but her face fell when she remembered, “I have to work on this big story first, raincheck?”

Johanna nodded.

Upon hearing the familiar footsteps down the hall, Johanna decided to make her exit and headed out of Katniss’s office.

Her boss arrived with an arm full of research for Katniss.

The blond woman appeared every bit the classic professional, put together in a feminine fitted gray pants suit and low heels. Unexpected is the innovative rebel that embodies Cressida’s very nature, that is until she turned her left side into view.

Katniss smiled as she took in Cressida’s profile, ¼ of her head was shaved in a dramatic undercut intricate and beautiful green vine designs were tattooed on her scalp, and the edge of her hair that met bare skin was french braided thinly down her head.

“Right on time.” Katniss remarked sarcastically.

Cressida laughed at her quip, dropping a pile of papers and pictures on the desk.

Katniss scowled, expecting her boss to explain.

Cress, so used to the frequent scowl stared back unperturbed. They called her the boss for more reasons than her talented writing, her shrewd business sense, and excellence in advertising. Cressida could handle any personality type.

Everything dropped on Katniss’s desk included positive and delicious reviews about the bakery owner’s breads, cakes, pastries, and desserts.

Describing food and writing about it was what Katniss excelled at. Cressida knew this.

After reading every word about the most delicious, mouth-watering desserts, all Katniss could think was “I’ve GOT to get my mouth on one of these things!”

One particular review claimed his cakes to be “simply orgasmic.” Her dirty mind contemplated the thought, wondering what a cake induced mouth orgasm was like…

Katniss was left so intrigued by this baker, by the time she had reached the end of the stack she was left salivating, stomach groaning.

And strangely aroused.

Katniss snatched up her phone, immediately dialed her best friend, “Hey Madge, let’s do an early lunch? I’m starving!”

——-

Katniss once again called the bakery owner, Peeta, to confirm their meeting. He had a deep timbre to his voice, a kindness in the way he spoke. Peeta was efficient and quick to the point over the phone, which Katniss appreciated.

It was a short 45 minute drive to Capitol Hill, a small district in the heart of Seattle. Lost in the song Katniss let loose and belted out lyrics along with the radio. Sometimes she missed this side of herself.

She admired the modern updates throughout the area, an artisan bistro, colorful boutiques, various ma and pa shops that had been rejuvenated for a younger crowd. Even the bars were modernized yet still held older, small town elements. Industrial and historic buildings met modern and artistic designs.

She pulled up to the bakery and vaguely remembered wanting to attend it’s opening.  Thom insisted they attend one of his work functions instead. Which, in hindsight, should have been a red flag. He hadn’t been paying attention to the things she was interested in for a long time.

Katniss took in the outside of the bakery before stepping inside. The awning and structure of the building gave a nod to a generational family bakery while the black and industrial accents gave the appearance of a hard edge. The front of the sign was a nod to tattoo artistry and the logo of the bakery was decidedly masculine. For some reason this made Katniss smile.

A bell chimed as she entered. Soft rock music was playing. Studying the photos on the wall she could tell this is no ordinary baker.

#Springtime Edition 2018 #submission #savvylark #ra3lynn3 #lovely-tothe-bone #prompt 91

[glass-half-fxxl]

M!A : you have six arms now and you cant shapeshift out of them for a week

...........CRAP

#💮 Moonlight Correspondence (Asks) #m!a start #M!A: Multi Armed Menace #Anonymous

[alpha-bnha-boys]

OMG I love your blog so much😍!! Do you mind if I request an nsfw X Reader with Mezou Shouji because he is daddy af👌🏻 can it be more omegaverse and super rough? I see him having like really secret dirty kinks like daddy, slight bdsm, spanking, maybe some tentacle shit with his arms ;) thank you so much!!

Sure thing sugar plum! I can never turn down writing about my tall octopus boy! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ He is such a stud, so believe me when I say that I had a really good time writing this (･ω and I hope you have a really good time reading it! Please enjoy my darling Anon, and thank you for waiting patiently for me to complete it! ♡( ◡‿◡ )

                                            ~ Sorry if it’s kinda long!  ~

NSFW! Alpha Mezou Shouji x (Female)(Omega) S/O! Yay!

* Assuming all characters are 18+ and consenting!

* Contains language and wild animal wild octopus sex!

* Includes the following sexual themes: omegaverse AU, BDSM, spanking, daddy-kink, dom/sub kink, and tentacle arms (minus the actual tentacles... because - ya’ know, they’re arms).

              Enjoy below the cut, sinners!

First of all, what a hunk a’ man. 

6’1, built like a greek god, and wielding 3 sets of broad-shouldered, muscular arms. 

I mean, holy SHIT. 

If Shouji is with you, you never have to worry about other alpha’s bothering you. 

EVER.

One look at the tall, multi-armed alpha, and people are turning on their heels to clear a path. 

He is the king of threatening-looking, and the mask is like the icing on the cake.

One can only wonder what kind of menacing scowls are hidden under it.

Sometimes he will come up behind you and rest his chin atop your head, shrouding your shoulders in his arms. 

He particularly enjoys doing it in the winter months, taking pride in the fact that his quirk allows him to keep his darling omega warm, and protected from the elements.

While he is a rather levelheaded kind of guy, he does have a tendency to get jealous. 

Normally, people know not to get too close to you in fear of invading on Shouji’s territory, but the occasional new kid will ignorantly try to start up a conversation with you.

The moment this poor boy begins to speak to you, Shouji is already on the way to intervene.

Your eyes are looking at this boy, practically screaming 

“NO - PLEASE NO, DON’T DO THIS. HE’S GONNA COME OVER HERE.”

He’ll step in front of you, standing up to his full height as he looks down his nose at his victim. 

A mouth will appear from one of his hands as his glare becomes sharper than razors.

“Can I HELP YOU with something?”

I mean for fuck’s sake. 

He doesn’t even have to say anything all that intimidating. 

His features accompanied by the clear tint of agitation in his voice are enough. 

While he can get very possessive over you, he rarely acts physically on those feelings. 

He prefers not to start fights, but has absolutely no problem finishing them.

However, whichever alpha just so happens cowering before him doesn’t know that, so they tend to scamper off. 

You know, just in case he KILLS THEM. 

Shouji is a hard book to read, even to his closest friends. 

So when you agreed to be his omega, you were thrilled to see a side of him that no one else saw. 

AND BOY OH BOY DID YOU SEE IT. 

His easy-going demeanor falls away when he has you to himself.

Granted, he is still pretty down to earth, but GOD ALMIGHTY, he can be a freak in the bed. 

Your first time together he was very gentle, and he did everything in his power to keep his body from acting on its own.

His instincts wanted to fuck you senseless, but he, Shouji, wanted to make love to his omega.

To summarize, it was a very sentimental and romantic moment, and you both had a wonderful time.

However, not long after that, he opened himself up to you. 

He revealed his kinks to you.

And while you were a little surprised that such naughty thoughts came from such a gentle soul, you were also 100% on board.

The both of you would come home from school and the fun would begin.

One day you he had seen you talking to a new boy in your class, and you knew you were in trouble before you the two of you had even gotten home.

You entered the small, cozy home you both shared, and like clockwork - Shouji pounced on you.

“Baby girl, who was that boy I saw you talking to in the hallway?” He asked in a low voice, pressing you against the wall as he pushed a knee up against your clothed sex, lifting you up and causing you to whimper from the sudden contact.

“Oh, Daddy, he was just a new student in m-my class, I was showing him w-where the teacher’s lounge was.”

“Oh, is that so?” A pair of arms reached up to his mask, pulling the cloth down and away from his face, revealing his handsome jawline, the breathtaking face he hid from everyone else.

He only hid it because of a large white scar that ran across his mouth, from the side of his nose down past his bottom lip. 

He had always felt guilty about how fearsome he looked, so he had decided to hide the scar from a young age, and it had ended up becoming a signature look for him. 

He may have been self conscious about it, but you thought it was ruggedly attractive.

“Because you sure were smiling at him a lot... twirling your hair, laughing with him…”

“Daddy, don’t be silly, you know I only belong to you, Daddy!”

He eased his face right up against yours, his lips right next to your ear. His voice deep and sultry.

“Prove it.”

You stood on tip toes to get up to his face, kissing him, planting your lips on the usually hidden flesh. 

You grabbed the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down and closer to you. 

Unable to resist your honey-sweet lips, his tongue plunged into your mouth, causing you to moan.

The tension in between your thighs caused you to inadvertently press them together.

It wasn’t long before you felt the smirk on his lips.

He could smell you. 

And your smell was very convincing.

Your arms reached out and clasped onto the closest set of biceps, the thick, hard muscles unwavering beneath your grasp. 

Your breathing had become heavy, your womb longing for his seed. 

You could smell him too. 

His alpha scent soaking into every pore of your body, eroding any restraint you might have had.

He chuckled at your demure form, unraveling before him.

“Alright, I believe you kitten… but you’re still going to have to make it up to me, for making me worry like that. You really do have to be more careful,”

At this point, his eyes were deadly.

“Or someone could get hurt.”

Every fiber of your being wanted to make it up to him. Deeply and desperately. His dominating presence making your entire body quiver with need.

“I-I’m so sorry for being bad, I’ll m-make it up to you Daddy.” You panted, your glassy eyes gazing up into his.

“That’s a good girl.”

Before you knew it you were tied up in crimson red rope. It’s chords wrapped around your arms, restraining them behind your back, and binding your feet together.

You were at his complete and utter mercy.

And you loved it. 

He smiled mischievously, grabbing you up as if you were weightless and pulling you close to him.

He captured your mouth with his, biting your bottom lip and tugging, feeding off your needy moans.

Two of his six arms held his body above your own.

He stuck the fingers from another arm inside your dripping sex, feeling his member stiffen from the slick of your arousal. 

He drew in the adjacent arm on that side, and allowed it’s hand to manifest itself into a mouth.

It moved up to the top of your womanhood and began sucking gently on your clit. 

You writhed and winced in pleasure beneath him, unable to keep your body from pulling against your restraints.

His remaining two hands massaged your breasts, rolling the fleshy orbs around in his hands.

He growled hungrily into your mouth as you fell apart beneath him, and he pulled away from your bruised lips. 

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He turned you over on your stomach, allowing your soft, supple backside to stick up before him.

He leaned over you, his pulsating cock pressed up against you as he whispered in your ear.

“I’ve done my time being a gentlemen for you baby girl. But it’s Daddy’s turn now, so be a good girl and take every inch of your alpha.”

A hand made contact with your ass, smacking it hard. 

You moaned out in anticipation as he brought his member up against your womanhood, his groans of longing for you causing you to squirm more. 

His inner alpha had been unleashed, and he was more than happy to let it run free.

He slammed himself into you, feeding off your libidinous screams.

“Oh! Daddy!”

“Oh yeah, that’s right, take Daddy’s cock. That’s a good girl.”

He pounded into you again, harder this time.

You felt a hand come up to your mouth, and immediately began to suck on the fingers before you.

They were so much bigger than yours, reminding you of that you were being fucked by a very large and dominant alpha.

After you had lubricated his digits, he moved his hand down underneath you, massaging your clit as he continued to plow into you. 

He used another two hands to grab onto your hips, slamming you against him with all his might.

You could feel his thick length ramming against the end of you, sending you into a state of submissive euphoria.

The stinging bliss of your approaching orgasm causing you to pant wildly.

“I’m - I’m - I’m coming Daddy!”

“Good girl, come for Daddy.” He breathed, smacking your ass, feeling his feverish lust circulate wildly through his veins.

You came in a wave of delight, the muscles in your legs twitching from pleasure.

Shouji smirked at your blissful moans, and continued rubbing your electrified clit beneath his fingers. 

In less than a minute you had come again, yelping out in pleasure, tears welling up from the stimulation.

“Are you ready for Daddy to come?”

“Yes Daddy! Please fill me with your alpha seed! Please Daddy!”

And with a few more thrusts he had unloaded himself inside of you, groaning at the sweet release of his seed into your womb. 

You both stayed that way for a moment, catching your breath and moaning as you rode off the pleasure of your high.

The after care has been and always will be wonderful. 

Shouji wouldn’t have it any other way.

He quickly unties you, gathering you up in his arms as he carries you to the bathroom so he can clean you up. 

After you’re fresh, clean, and in a fresh pair of comfy clothes, he brings you back to the bed, and holds your body close against his chest. 

After sex, the Daddy/Baby-girl act is dropped. 

While it is fun and exciting, you are the love of his life and his omega above all else.

“Y/N, you were amazing. Thank you...”

You giggled, nuzzling yourself deeper into his chest.

“I should be thanking you, that was wonderful.”

Shouji smiled, stroking your hair with a free hand.

“I love you sweetheart.” You muttered, your words slurring in your drowsiness.

“I love you more.” He whispered, kissing your forehead, but you were already asleep.

Moments later, you had both passed out from your exhaustion, still holding each other close.

  ~ END ~

I hope you enjoyed Anon! Thank you again for waiting for me to finish this! I hope it was everything you wanted it to be! (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

         xoxo,

                 Smutsy (≧◡≦) ♡

[sailorspazz]

[Fanfic] Divine Blessing (Black/Zamasu)

Because I’m trash and I just can’t stop myself, here’s another fic. This one will even be multi chapter!

Title: Divine Blessing

Series: Dragon Ball Super

Pairing: Black/Zamasu

Rating: M (for sex)

Words: 4,000

Summary: Black and Zamasu always celebrate the purification of planets by anointing them with their divine passion. However, this practice leads them to discover that even between kindred spirits, different bodies can lead to differences in opinions.

Where to read: Find it on fanfiction.net, ao3, or below!

Oh dear…it’s happening again. I’ve felt fic ideas welling up inside me for the past several months, waiting impatiently for the opportunity to write them. Well, despite other priorities that probably should be higher on my list, I’ve reached my limit. I have a desperate need for more ZamaBlack, and since there’re still very few fics of this godly duo out there, it’s my sworn duty to make more. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

Since I spent far more time mulling this one over than the previous fics, it’s developed from a one-shot into a multi chapter story. Which means, yay more content, but boo, don’t know how soon I’ll be able to write the other chapters :/ I have an abysmal record with making timely updates on multi chapter fics, but here’s hoping I can keep my momentum going this time and at least write another chapter by the end of the year.

Chapter completed: 2017.10.01

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Chapter 1: Pleasing the Gods

As they traversed the universes seeking out worlds with mortal life in need of purging, Black and Zamasu had developed a tradition of sorts. It started innocuously enough when, after they had completed cleansing their first planet together, a moment of celebratory elation inadvertently turned passionate. Thereafter, every time they finished an eradication, they would commemorate their achievement with spirited lovemaking. Though at first they would get intimate wherever they happened to be when they finished, it was soon mutually decided that they should use only the most picturesque location on the planet. In their shared opinion, this elevated it to ritualistic status, their divine union bestowing a blessing upon the newly purified planet in the most beautiful way imaginable.

They arrived at one particular planet, though, that had already been divested of all of its natural splendor.  A sickly brown-gray haze spread across the sky in all directions, looming ominously over a landscape dotted with stumps marking areas where life had once been abundant. Rivers cut through the parched landscape, but they flowed with debris rather than water. Numerous scattered ghost towns filled with abandoned housing and factories suggested that there was a once flourishing species here that may have already died out, but Black and Zamasu could sense mortal ki signals emanating from one area of the planet.

Once they tracked down the last holdout of civilization, they looked down with disdain from where they hovered above it in the sky. There was one opulent, dome-topped building sprouting up from the center of a disarrayed assortment of run-down hovels. At this closer range, they could determine that there was a clear divide between the handful of stronger energies inside the structure and the thousands of weak ones coming from the surrounding slums. Which, based on their knowledge of scenarios that commonly played out in human societies, meant there was likely a small group of rich, powerful mortals that had taken advantage of the masses, living in luxury while their subjects starved. The exact history of this species meant nothing to them, though; soon it would be gone and forgotten, giving the planet it had infected a chance to heal.

Zamasu’s lip curled in disgust. “This is…atrocious. They’ve destroyed all of this planet’s natural wonders, and for what? They’re so focused on their own greed that they don’t even realize the damage they’ve done to this world. It’s truly…revolting,” he spat, now visibly seething with rage.

Though they shared the same mind, Black had had a bit more exposure to the horrors of humanity than his future counterpart, and thus was less affected by their atrocities. He put an arm around Zamasu to comfort him. “This is just further proof that we’re doing the right thing,” he stated softly as he pulled him closer. “The Zero Mortals Plan is necessary because this is what they always do. No matter how civilized they may seem, they’ll all reach this point eventually. Which is why we need to stop them before it gets this far whenever possible.”

Zamasu met his gaze and nodded. Though he looked more composed, there was still substantial anger gleaming in his eyes. “Then let’s waste no time getting started.”

“Seems like the strongest ones are inside that building, though this species is so weak none of them can challenge us. We can split up and get this over with quicker, so—”

“I’ll take the ones in there. You take care of the rest.”

Black was a bit surprised at Zamasu’s insistence on killing the stronger mortals of this world, since usually he was content to leave that task to Black. Clearly the abysmal state of this planet had upset him so much that he wanted to be the one to take out those most responsible. “All right. We’ll meet up after we finish. And I’ll try searching around, but we’ll hard-pressed to find a suitable spot for our usual custom in this barren wasteland.”

Zamasu looked baffled at his partner’s suggestion. “This place is so appalling, I can’t even imagine we’ll be in the mood for that when we’re done.” He flew off, leaving a stunned Black behind. He had not expected Zamasu to be this disturbed by the situation, to the point where he even denied the possibility of their sacred ritual. He smirked to himself. Surely he could convince him otherwise…

Zamasu approached the building that rose out of the dregs of humanity, finding it even more monstrous up close. The outer surface shimmered, looking as if some sort of precious metals were a part of its composition. There were evenly spaced lines in which jewels had been embedded into the walls, though in the areas that were closer to the ground, many of them had been picked off. Menacing walls and fencing surrounded the area, but some sections had collapsed or been cut through, so it seemed the mortals in power had somewhat lost their ability to keep the undesirables out. However, some that had made it in never made it back out, as the area inside the border was littered with corpses in varying states of decay. All appeared malnourished, and many were still clutching whatever goods they had managed to pilfer in their last ditch effort to survive. Mortals killing each other in this manner did not particularly bother Zamasu, as it helped to move their plan along quicker, but the sheer audacity of this establishment to take all of the planet’s resources for themselves and hoard them away was simply unforgivable.

He floated down to the entrance and blasted his way through the thick doors. Some creatures came toward him, babbling and brandishing weapons, but he calmly formed a ki blade with his hand and sliced them down effortlessly. Once they all lay dead, he looked around the grand entryway and felt absolutely nauseated as he took in the interior décor. All of the nature that was absent outside seemed to have made its way into this very building. Trees, plants, flowers, every sort of greenery imaginable was displayed all around the hall. None were living, though; they were merely being used as decorations, and many had the same metallic sheen and encrusted jewels as the exterior walls. This sickening, disrespectful display made his blood boil, and he flew up through the ceiling to unleash his fury on whatever unsuspecting vermin were waiting on the next floor.

He continued his way upward floor by floor, easily taking out all he came across with quick swipes of his blade. As he went higher up, the creatures grew fatter and the décor more ostentatious. By the time he reached the top, dome-shaped floor, Zamasu was breathing heavily not from the effort he was exuding, but from his intense wrath. This final room had a different setup than the others he had seen, with circular rows of seating facing a raised, centrally situated platform, which itself was encircled by tables and shelves filled with various objects. From what he knew about human cultures, it looked to be some sort of hall of worship. He chuckled humorlessly. This appeared to be the most significant place in this establishment, so were all of the grotesqueries he had witnessed thus far the doing of some sort of authoritative religious sect?

He approached the only creature that was present. It was the fattest one he had seen yet, and was clothed in a ludicrous looking robe spun mainly from threads of gold, with panels of iridescent rainbow-colored fabric woven throughout. It cowered on the floor as Zamasu came toward it brandishing his ki blade, but he dissipated it as he approached. “Are you responsible for all this?” Zamasu accused, gesturing his arms out to indicate not only the building but the entire planet. “Are you proud of this? Satisfied at the devastation you’ve brought upon this world to nourish your own greed? To see such beauty utterly wasted and abused by scum like you makes me sick. It could take decades, even centuries for this world to heal from the damage caused by you pathetic, worthless sinners!” He took a deep breath to compose himself. No need to get so bent out of shape for a meager pest such as this one. “We’re fixing that now, though. Correcting the mistakes of gods and mortals…by eliminating them and bringing true justice to all worlds,” he finished with a deranged grin.

The frightened creature took one of the holy objects from the shelves, grasping it firmly and chanting. Zamasu could not help but laugh heartily at the display. Once he regained his breath, he inquired snidely, “Who do you think you’re praying to? Unfortunately for you, the only god remaining…” He formed his blade again with a wicked smirk. “…is right here in front of you.”

It frantically babbled what sounded like pleas, and began pulling assorted items from the shelves and offering them to Zamasu. He glared and backed away to keep the foul thing from touching him. “Bargaining won’t do you any good. No matter what, your reprehensible species is going extinct today.” As the creature continued gurgling in a language Zamasu could not decipher, he cocked his head curiously. “Can you even understand me?” He shrugged with a chuckle. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Who am I kidding, this speech is more for my own benefit than anyone else’s.” He raised his ki blade slowly. “Now, then…”

Before he could bring it down, someone grabbed onto him from behind. At first he thought he had failed to kill some vermin and one of them was attacking him, but the being started kissing the back of his neck, and a familiar voice purred in his ear, “You ready?”

Zamasu went from coldblooded to flustered in an instant as he felt Black’s erection pressing against his backside. “A-as I’m sure you can see, I’m still dealing with the last of them.”

“So just kill it already.” Black ran his hands smoothly up and down Zamasu’s arms.

Zamasu was trying to keep himself from getting worked up by Black, though he could already feel arousing tingles shooting through his body. “I…I was just lecturing this pest on why despicable species like them need to be wiped out.”

“Who cares? It’ll be dead soon anyway, joining the rest of its miserable kind. Most of the ones out there were already close to death. Really, it was like giving them a mercy killing they didn’t deserve.” A hand drifted down to caress Zamasu’s rear. “After that, I’m ready to go,” he chuckled as he gave it a light slap.

“I thought we agreed that this place was too horrifying to even consider that,” Zamasu protested irritably.

Black shrugged. “You may have thought that. This body disagrees. The very act of killing them gets it…excited. And perhaps because this planet is so awful, it’s our duty to bless it extra hard, don’t you think?” he thrust his hips forward for emphasis, causing a small gasp to come forth from his partner.

Zamasu was still trying mightily to resist being seduced. “You really should try to reign in that body’s barbaric tendencies. Otherwise, you risk completely losing all sense of godly refinement. Honestly, sometimes I hardly recognize myself in you anymore…”

“What’s the matter? Have I become too…” Black reached around and ripped a large opening down the front of Zamasu’s jacket and shirt, exposing his chest.  “…savage for you?”

A slight moan and steadily reddening ears betrayed the fact that Zamasu was getting turned on, despite his best efforts. “I…mmm…” he stammered in his attempt to reply, as Black began sensually licking the sensitive skin on the back of his skull.

During this exchange, the creature attempted to slowly sneak off while they were distracted by each other. “Your prey’s getting away. You gonna finish it off? Or would you like to make it watch?”

Zamasu was offended at the suggestion. “Absolutely not! Mortals are not worthy of bearing witness to our sacred ritual.”

“Then hurry,” Black pleaded in his sultry alto timbre, pressing his lips directly against Zamasu’s ear.

The creature had gotten far enough across the room to try to make a run for it. It was stopped dead in its tracks as Zamasu fired a blast that blew its head off.

Zamasu was whirled around by Black, the two immediately smashing their lips together in a sloppy, desperate manner, completely devoid of the perfect synchronicity they typically shared. Black pushed forward until Zamasu slammed against the table, rattling the adjoining shelves and knocking over many of the so-called holy objects they housed. As their hands groped each other’s bodies, Zamasu noticed Black’s clothing felt different than usual. He tried to move his face back to look at him, but had difficulty as Black kept pulling him in closer. “What…are you…wear…ing?” he managed to ask, his words being interrupted multiple times by persistent kisses from his partner.

“Oh, this?” Black grinned and backed up enough to give Zamasu a view of his whole body. He was clad in the same style of robe that many of the creatures in the building had been wearing. This particular one consisted mostly of rainbow toned fabric trimmed with royal blue and flecks of gold around the edges. Though the beings of this world had worn it as an outer robe with other layers of clothing underneath, Black was wearing nothing else. The entire front of the garment was lined with jeweled buttons, but Black had only fastened a couple of the ones near his stomach, allowing his chest to be exposed and his erection to peek out. “I took it from one of the bodies on my way up here to find you. I think it’s quite beautiful, don’t you?”

The sexy smirk Black shot at him was utterly irresistible, but Zamasu could feel nothing but disdain for anything created by the citizens of this planet. “O-of course you look beautiful, but…” He was silenced as Black crushed his lips against him again. He pushed his hands into the gaping opening in Zamasu’s clothes and tore his shirt and jacket away. Black then dropped to his knees, grabbed onto Zamasu’s pants, and ripped them from his body, leaving scraps of fabric sticking out of the top of his boots.

Black took hold of Zamasu’s hardened member and leered up at him. “Thought you weren’t into this today?”

“W-well, obviously you can convince me…ah!” He gasped as Black took him into his mouth, circling his tongue around the tip. He gave it a few shallow thrusts while working the shaft with his hand, before switching over to kissing and licking up and down the entire length.

Once he felt he had doled out a proper amount of teasing, Black stood up and spun Zamasu around, bending him over the table. “Have you prepared yourself?” With his godly powers of creation, Zamasu could conjure up his own special lubrication and have it appear wherever he needed.

“Yeah.” He reached back and spread his ass cheeks to reveal his opening, already slick and glistening. “See?”

“Good. You’re gonna need it.”

Instead of the welcome sensation of warm cock he had been anticipating, Zamasu shuddered as something cold and hard was jammed inside him. “Wh…what is that…?!”

“Don’t know. Some sort of glass sculpture from this shelf here. I’m sure the mortals made these offerings to please the gods, so…” he leaned forward and put his mouth near Zamasu’s ear with a provocative chuckle, “…let’s see how well they can pleasure you.” He worked the glass object in and out of his partner. “How does that feel?”

“N-not good,” Zamasu cringed. “I d-don’t…” Before he could finish his objection, Black tossed the first object aside and inserted something with a rougher, straw-like texture.

“How about this one? Doesn’t look very comfortable, but I know you like a little pain.”

Zamasu could feel the skin inside of him being torn and instantly healed from the scratchy surface; even increasing his inner lubrication could not get rid of the sensation. And though Black was correct in that he frequently enjoyed it when their lovemaking was liberally spiced with sadomasochism, at this time he was not at all in the mood for the way his other self was carrying it out. “It’s awf—” He was cut off as Black wrapped a beaded necklace tightly around his neck.

“What’s that? You don’t like it?”

“This…isn’t…what…I want…” He managed to speak in short spurts as Black repeatedly slackened and retightened the necklace.

“Ah, so you want something different? I get it.” He removed the second object and pushed the necklace up inside him. He left a small loop sticking out, which he hooked his finger through and tugged at gradually, allowing each bead to pop out one by one. “Is this more like it?”

Zamasu let out a frustrated growl. “I don’t…ah! Want any of these…ngh…” He flinched each time a bead was removed. “I only want…mm…you. No more of these…f-filthy human-made objects!”

Black snickered as he yanked out the remainder of the necklace. “No more human-made objects? You sure?” He positioned the tip of his erection flush against Zamasu’s asshole. “Not even this one?”

Zamasu glanced back over his shoulder, flashing an inviting smile. “I suppose…there’s one exception.” His face lit up even further as Black pushed forward and entered him. Moaning with delight, he gripped the sides of the table and thrust himself backward in time with Black’s strokes. Zamasu felt leery when he felt Black move to grab something off a shelf, but was relieved to see that it was merely a candle. He lit it with a flick of his finger, then brought it to Zamasu’s chest and pressed the flame against his nipple. Despite his demand for no man-made objects to be used on him, he was actually all right with this since the flame was the source of the painful pleasure he received from this.

After singing his nipples for a bit, Black moved the candle downward and held it against Zamasu’s dick, letting the flame flicker against the tip. Zamasu bit his lip, reveling in his invulnerability that allowed him to endure this sensation without suffering any harm. The speed of Black’s pumping increased, nudging him ever closer to finishing. When he felt his partner’s ejaculate erupt within him, Zamasu was also pushed over the edge, tossing his head back as he climaxed.

Black chortled as Zamasu turned around to face him. “You put my candle out,” he leered, licking cum and melted wax from his hand.

Zamasu looked at him with a tight smile. Of course he knew Black had done all of this with the best of intentions, but he was still peeved that his partner had not realized how truly distraught this world and its mortals had made him feel. With a wave of his hand, they were both clad in their regular attire again. “Let’s go,” he said flatly.

Black could tell Zamasu was not happy with him. Though they shared the same soul, it was clearly a mistake to assume they always thought alike. The sullen expression Zamasu was wearing troubled him—especially knowing that he was partially to blame for it—and Black wondered what he could do to make his other self feel better. Though after exterminating humans from a planet they typically left their structures behind to rot away and be reclaimed by nature, perhaps it would be cathartic for Zamasu if they destroyed this place. “Do you want to…?”

Zamasu nodded. “Burn it to the ground.” Now they were on the same wavelength again. The pair blasted a hole through the top of the dome and floated upward. They unleashed matching firestorms, setting the building and surrounding slums ablaze. As they stared into the flames, they each reached out a hand toward the other wordlessly, interlacing their fingers tightly together.

Once the thick smoke and stench of burning flesh became unbearable, they loosened their grip and faced each other. “Shall we go then?” Zamasu suggested.

“Yeah.”

After they teleported back to their home base in the realm of the gods, Black could still feel an uncomfortable tension between them, and he wanted to do anything he could to get rid of it. Though it felt very strange to apologize to another version of himself, perhaps it was necessary in this case. “I…I’m truly sorry about what happened. I should’ve seen how deeply that planet was affecting you. We’re kindred spirits, so I assumed our feelings might be a bit different sometimes, but not that far apart. I was wrong about that.”

“It’s fine,” Zamasu snapped in a tone that indicated it obviously was not. “Inhabiting an impure human body like you do, it was only a matter of time before it started to sully your mind.”

Black raised an eyebrow. This was taking an unexpected turn, and he was not quite sure how to respond. “I took this body because I needed its power to cleanse the universes. I knew there was a risk I could be influenced by its primitive nature, but I was willing to make that sacrifice for the justice we both believe in. That will never change. And if it does, if I ever truly become a victim of my own body, then…you know what to do.” They came to the decision early on in their partnership that, if Black’s body’s humanity ever became an obstacle, it was up to Zamasu to make sure they fused into a single being before it was too late. Bringing up this agreement caused his irritated expression to soften into a sorrowful one, and Black could not help but envelop him in a soothing embrace. “But I won’t let that happen,” he murmured gently.

“I hope so.” Zamasu felt himself calming down as they stood with their arms wrapped around each other, though his mind still swarmed with negative thoughts. Nothing was more distressing to him than the possibility of losing this bond someday, and despite Black’s assurances, it was difficult not to believe that it might be inevitable. He could only hope that the emerging differences between them were not a sign of worse things to come.

Black broke off the hug and put his hands on Zamasu’s shoulders.  “You want to rest a bit before we head to the next planet?”

“Yes. After the last one was so…trying, I’d prefer to wait a while.” He was grateful that in most circumstances the two of them understood each other perfectly. And Black’s earnestness made Zamasu want to forgive him. Still, there was also a very petty part of him that sought revenge for the degrading way Black had chosen to execute their divine blessing. He narrowed his eyes and shot Black a slightly sinister, mischievous smile. “And next time, I’m picking the place.”

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Woo hoo, first chapter done for my first multi chapter Black/Zamasu fic ^_^ In previous stories, I’ve written both kinky and sappy versions of the these characters, and this time around is turning out to be a combination of the two. Will do my best to keep chugging along with this, but life can be a bitch sometimes and bother me with “responsibilities” that aren’t nearly as fun as fic writing :/ But I’m doing this for the universe, for the world! And will hopefully not take too long with it :P

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 64

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Kurin watched her unbar the door of the cabin as she thought about it.  She said, “No, I don’t think so.  He used to be my friend.  I just wish that I understood how things went so wrong.”  She looked a mute appeal at Tanlin and added, “How could he hate me so?  I never did anything to him.”

Tanlin paused before opening the door.  She considered before answering, “Nae t’ ‘ear Silor tell t’e tale.  ‘E believes t’at ye were t’e author o’ all o’ ‘is misfortunes.  According t’ ‘im, ye were a Dragon-wicken an’ ‘eld t’e ‘ole Naral fleet in t’e palm o’ yer ‘and.”

Kurin was taken aback.  “You mean it?” she asked.  “What could put him so far onto dry land?”

Tanlin looked at Kurin with pity in her eyes.  “Oi’ve been tryin’ t’ tell ye.  ‘E’s insane w’ere ye are concerned.  ‘E believes ‘imsel’ a tragic ‘ero, persecuted for ridding t’e fleet o’ a deadly an’ unperceived menace.”

“Lady Tanlin,” came a forlorn voice from within the cabin, “I can hear you out there.  Who is with you?  Has the fleet come to their senses yet?”

Tanlin opened the cabin door, leaned in, and said, “Silor, someane ‘as come t’ speak wit’ ye.  She’ll be representin’ t’e Grandalor before a fleet tribunal.  Will ye tell ‘er t’e exact trut’ o’ yer involvement in t’e poisoning?  ‘T may ‘elp our case.”

Silor’s voice answered, calm and assured, “Of course I will talk to her but it is a waste of time.  No case will be needed.  The Witch is dead and in a short time her curses will be gone.  When people are themselves again, they will know themselves freed.”

Kurin spoke from out in the hall where Silor couldn’t see her.  “Silor, you were a good student at learning to navigate by wave and current. Do you know where we are?”

He replied with confidence, “We are in the Dragon Sea.  It was clever of Captain Barad to bring us here.  No fleet owns these waters.  We will be safe here.”

“What of the Great Sea Dragons?  If Mecat taught the witch, perhaps they will not like your having killed her,” Kurin said.

“Dragons live too long to care much about any particular human.  They won’t care one way or the other,” Silor replied airily.

“I’m afraid that you’re wrong about that, Silor,” said Kurin, stepping into his view.

“You’re dead,” he said flatly.  “Nobody can survive Ord poisoning.  Your dying is why the Grandalor had to flee in the first place.”

“No,” Kurin contradicted, “I lived.  The sailor that you duped into poisoning me is the one who died.”

Silor looked at her in dread and leaped at the conclusion that fit his delusion.  “You turned the Ord against the man who poisoned you!” he accused.

“I didn’t have to,” Kurin said quietly.  “The Corliss fleet knows how to heal Ord poisoning.  Sula carried me to her ship and Doctor Worran cured me.  The sailor that you gave the poisoned awl to wasn’t so lucky.  He got the poison through his shirt from carrying the awl in his pocket.  It got to his lungs first.  The doctor tried but she couldn’t save him.”

A wild glint entered Silor’s eyes and he shouted, “Don’t lie!  It was you!  You and that evil Dragon magic!  You killed him just like you did your father!”

Kurin recoiled as if she had been struck.  The very idea that she would have harmed her father was past simply shocking.  It was truly sickening and called to mind her mother’s accusations as she sank into madness.

Silor bunched his legs under him as he paused for breath.  “What does it take to kill you?” he screamed, lunging at Kurin, arms outstretched, hands clawed.

“More’n ye’ve got, Lad!” said Tanlin as she pounced almost into his path and grabbed his arm as he passed, spinning him headfirst into the wall.  Kimson landed on top of him and Tanlin calmly pulled her knife from concealment.  She laid its blade against Silor’s throat and added, “Mister Kimson’s goin’ t’ get off o’ ye, an’ ye’re goin’ t’ get onto yer bunk very slowly.  I’ ye try t’ ‘arm Kurin again, ye die.  Clear?”

Tears of rage and frustration in his eyes, Silor mutely nodded.  Carefully, Kimson released Silor, who slowly got to his feet and sat on his bunk.

Dully, he asked, “I heard whales, who else has she killed?”

As Kurin was about to protest, Tanlin waived her to silence and answered, “Nane.  We lost ane killed outright an’ ane mortal injured.  Yer Longin did t’ose murders an’ some ot’er injuries as well.

“Just gettin’ Kurin ‘ere ‘ad a ‘eavy price.  Macoul t’e steersman died o’ a cut t’roat an’ Lenai Halin died later o’ an abdominal wound.”

That brought a reaction of disgust from Silor.  “So, the witch got to you too?  She made you sacrifice good people just to finish her revenge on me?”

At that, Kurin would not be silent.  “Revenge?  What for?  No witchcraft is needed.  I never lifted a finger against you.  You bring yourself down!”  Bitterly, she added, “If I was a witch, I’d have just changed you so that you wouldn’t care.”

“You knew that I was here on the Grandalor!  How?”

“You were careless.  You were seen at the Gathering,” Kurin retorted angrily.  “Even the sailor that you killed told us it was you before he died.  You are under the same execute on sight order that you got put onto Barad and all the officers of this ship with your murder plot.”

That brought Silor up short.  “Barad?  He tried to stop us.  Why would the Council order him executed?”

Tanlin burst in, icily angry, “M’ too, as an officer o’ t’e Grandalor.  We’re all t’ be executed on sight because o’ ye. Our ‘ope lies in Kurin’s ‘ands an’ t’e jaws o’ t’e Dragons.  T’e Dragons ‘ave let us ‘arbor ‘ere in neutral woters but we cannae go t’rough t’em t’ escape t’e justice o’ a fleet t’at seems t’ ‘ave nane.”

Silor began to whimper and curl up.  “I tried to save you all.  I never wanted to hurt anybody. . .”  He uncurled an accusing arm, pointing at Kurin.  “If she is your hope, you are as doomed as I am. . .”  He collapsed, eyes rolled back in his head, still breathing but showing no other sign of life.

Shaking and slapping elicited no response.  Silor was gone where none could follow.

Sadly Tanlin said to a thoroughly shocked Kurin, “Oi warned ye.  ‘E wa’ so far ont’ dry land t’at not’ing could bring ‘im bock t’ safe woter.”  She looked grimly down at Silor’s still form and reached a decision.

“Oi’m proof t’at Doctor Corin can care for a person in a coma.  T’he doctor’ll care for ‘im until ‘e recovers or simply dies.” She turned to Kimson.  “Guard ‘im until men come t’ take ‘im t’ sickbay.  See t’at ‘e’s restrained after ‘e’s taken t’ere.”  

She led Kurin back to the Captain’s cabin.  Barad was out and they had the place to themselves.  Tanlin ordered food and drink for Kurin and then said, “T’at wa’ awful.  Oi wad never ‘ave guessed t’at ‘e wad just retreat like t’at.  Wat now?”

Kurin had no answer.  She simply sat and shook, crying inside but not allowing the tears to reach the surface.

Sympathetically, Tanlin sat by her and held her hand.

With a bit of scratching at the window, Thunderhead entered the cabin with a skelt in his beak.  Tanlin looked up at the big Sea Hawk and smiled.

“Ye’re right, T’under’ead.  She does need lookin’ after just now. T’anks for t’e ‘elp.”  She took the small fish and held it out to Kurin.  “‘Ere, youngster.  Take a bite so ‘e’ll know t’at ‘e’s ‘elped.  Friends ‘oo’re ‘urt need food t’ get well.  Tis all t’at ’e knows ‘ow t’ do for ye.”

“It’s raw,” Kurin said, a bit of smile beginning to show around the edges of her shock.

“T’at’s ‘ow tis best for young birds,” said Tanlin tolerantly.  “Go on, ‘e’s really tryin’ t’ ‘elp.”

Kurin took a small bite of the fish and realized that the skelt was good, even raw.  She set to nibbling around the coarse bones until most of the meat was gone, Thunderhead watching critically.  Tanlin absently scratched him under the right wing.

By the time that she was done with the fish, Kurin had a grip on herself.  The distraction provided by the somewhat comic antics of the bird and having to eat as well, helped.

There was a knock at the cabin door and Benj, the cabin-boy entered with a tray.  It had sliced, hard-boiled paddle duck eggs, red-weed bread and dried fillets of skelt for Kurin to eat.  Beside the water bottle were sweet and tart flavors.

By the time that she was done eating the simple fare, Kurin had regained her composure.  She gave Tanlin a measuring look.

“I have all the information that I am likely to get,” Kurin announced, “and I have begun to outline a multi-issue defense.  You said that you could summon the fleet Council and the Longin.  I would like to see how you do that from here.”

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