#They would suddenly find themselves on an ordinary day doing ordinary things and then stop to briefly face each other in silence!

[lady-moufflet]

This is just a sketch, smooth and simple, of a reunion between my loves in beast.

I have a story about what the beast sskk reunion would be like (after all, you know?) And she borders on a angst but she’s cute. One day I’ll draw, who knows.

For now, just a simple sketchy.

#bungou stray dogs #Beast sskk are my reason for living so I need to see them together *cries* #They would suddenly find themselves on an ordinary day doing ordinary things and then stop to briefly face each other in silence! #Maybe Akutagawa or Atsushi would say something at the same time maybe Akutagawa would call him for tea and maybe this will become routine #bsd art #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #beast sskk #bsd sskk

[a-multi-fandom-maniac]

Trust Me

(gif created by me)

Paring: The Riddler x reader

Requested by @yourcaptainkira64 :

“Hello, can I request a paul dano riddler fic if you write for him. Tropes I like are forced proximity and friends to lovers. Maybe even a yandere riddler of you're up for that (because he's kinda crazy). Lol happy writing!

Warnings: Themes of obsession, stalking, swearing, mentions of injuries, forced proximity (?), hints of one-sided love, friends to lovers, no use of y/n, first person pov.

Note: My first post! I hope that this is okay, I’ve only seen the movie like twice so I hope this fits your request😅 I also just googled riddles so I’m sorry if they’re kinda stupid LOL, enjoy! <3

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The nights were long, and seemingly never ending.

Crime, murder, vengeance; The city of Gotham was the birth place and home to the bad seeds and the innocents, though nowadays it was difficult to differentiate the two from each other. If you’ve lived here as long as I have, you learn to never trust what someone claims themselves to be…no matter how well you know them.

It was nearing 3am at the Gotham general hospital, marking the twelfth hour of my shift. An attempted store robbery turned shootout nightmare landed twenty-three people in the hospital; no fatalities, but a few close calls. Originally today was an off day for me, but we’re understaffed and the crime rates are rising once more.

But then again, what’s new?

I slumped back into the old chair in the empty break room, reflecting back on my night. Hour after hour of running from room to room while the police are breathing down your neck isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but someone has to get it done. I love what I do, honest, but there’s times where I question myself…but then again doesn’t everyone?

I drag hands down my face as a half-hearted attempt to rid myself from the pure exhaustion taking over my body when I heard my phone ding. I sigh as I lazily reach for it from the pocket of my scrubs and unlock it, as a small tired smile reaches my face.

It was Edward. He’s been my friend since I made the move to Gotham from where I used to live. We’ve gotten close over the years, while many say he’s…different-I find him kind.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary to check in on my while I was at the hospital, but it was a little odd that he was up this late. I opened the message to see what he sent.

Huh.

It was a photo of the sky. You could barely make out some stars peaking out from behind the stormy, smog ridden clouds- but they were there. Typically, Edward would send a little joke or something like that while I was at work but scenery pictures were new. I began to type a reply when suddenly he sent a follow up message.

Edward: What blooms like a flower whenever it rains but shrivels up when it stops?

I scoff out a small laugh. A riddle, what else would I have expected. On most days I love trying to solve his riddles, but tonight drained me of any energy I had left to try to solve it. I sent back a poor attempt of an answer as I gathered my things and approached the entrance to leave when my phone went off once more.

I slowed down to look back to my screen and upon reading the message, my body began to feel a sense of…something.

Edward: An umbrella. Make sure to use the red one outside of the entrance, it’s there specially for you. Get home safely.

I reread the message twice while looking around the almost empty sterile halls that surrounded me. I slowly approached the automatic sliding doors as my ears picked up on the heavy pelting of rain hitting the concrete. The flickering outdoor lights provided an eerie ambience as my eyes jumped from left to right until-

Ding!

Edward: To the right is where you’ll find what you need.

My heart spiked as I whipped my head around in all directions, observing. He had to be here, how would he know?

“Edward?” I quietly called out.

No response.

My chest begins to feel tight as a newfound feeling overcomes me. Something I had never felt before around Edward.

Fear.

Eventually, the lights stabilize themselves for long enough for me to notice the splash of red contrasting against the wet sidewalk. I drag myself over in the direction of it, making sure to be aware of my surroundings as I pick up the object.

An red umbrella, the one from his message. I was frozen in place. In the moment, this didn’t feel like a simple act of kindness. It felt scary; like a dream where you know it will become a nightmare at any given second.

“What the hell?” I whisper, voice shaking.

Suddenly, there was a startling bang to my left as I felt my legs move on their own. I began running as fast as I could, dropping the umbrella in my moment of panic. The only thing I could think of in that moment was the desperate urge to be safe in my apartment until the sun rose.

By the time I reached my place my heart was nearly beating out of my chest as water dripped from my face as I locked the door. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t even put together a coherent thought. I let myself shut my eyes for a second before clumsily reaching for the light switch to the left of me and flicked it on. I peeled my eyes open as I adjusted to the light, when I stopped breathing at the sight before me.

Spread across my living room were pictures of me. Everywhere. Pictures of me going to work, me sitting in my living room, even me out on a coffee date with a guy my friend set me up with. My throat was dry as sandpaper as I tried to swallow my fear and walk closer. My legs shook like jello and it felt like I could feel my bones rattling inside my body. I slowly reached my hand towards a picture as I brought it to my face to examine it.

It was the coffee date image…except red marker was aggressively scribbled over my date while a big circled surrounded my smiling face, drops of ink spilling down to the bottom of the picture. I dropped it as if it was on fire as I backed away. I continued examining my apartment when I spotted a light yellow envelope on my coffee table.

I picked it up and turned it around, it was addressed to me with a smiley face next to it. I ripped the envelope open and reached my hand into it, pulling out the contents within.

It was a card?

“Okay..” I breathed out, feeling a little relieved. There was a picture of a caricature heart on the front with the words: what is mine that only you can have?

I tried to think, but my mind was foggy with unease. I opened the card.

My heart <3

I began to inch backwards, trying to calm down. This couldn’t have been from him, no it was too..too crazy. Edward wasn’t crazy! He was a sweet guy who worked in forensics and liked stupid jokes and riddles. He wasn’t capable of-

My back suddenly made contact with something behind me as I loudly gasped and flipped around, heart sinking in my chest down to my churning stomach.

A green figure loomed over my shaking body, eyes burning holes through my head as we stared at each other. I couldn’t see the intruder’s face, but I knew those eyes anywhere.

“Edward?,” I shakily whispered, seemingly stuck in my spot. My brain was screaming at me to run and get out of there, but my body was stuck in place like my shoes were glued to the floor, “what..what are you doing?”

He called out my name as he reached out to me. He placed his green faux leather covered hand on my face, moving down to caress my cheek. I should have ran, but I couldn’t help but feel my stomach flip in some weird way.

“You made it safely,” he said, smiled evident in his muffled voice. His eyes were squinted happily from behind his clear framed glasses, “I was worried about you when you didn’t take the umbrella I left you.”

He paused as his piercing gaze subtly hardened as he continued looking into my eyes.

“Why didn’t you take it?”

My breathing began picking up again. I hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

“Edward-“

“NO!” he suddenly yelled as he backed up, pacing around the open space of my living room. My heart stopped as my body jerked at his sudden outburst.

“I tried to help you! I’m looking out for you so no one else needs to, why can’t you just see that?”

He stopped his pacing as he came back over to where I was stood. He, surprisingly, gently grabbed my arms as he looked back into my eyes.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted; For you to be safe with me. No one else,” he said with a forceful undertone to his voice.

I felt tears making themselves known in my eyes, and the burn of my nose trying not to cry. I was terrified, but at the same time comforted by his words.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

His eyes seemed to soften as his grip loosened on my arms, but still keeping me in place.

“No,” he said while repeating my name, “no no why would you think that? All of this is for you! I would never dream of hurting you, you mean too much to me. I care too much about you to let you slip away from me.”

Oh.

Oh.

He…cares about me. I should be scared. I should be terrified out of my mind and screaming for help, praying someone will answer. Or that the signal would light up in the sky and I would be saved.

But I didn’t feel afraid from his words.

I sniffled as I scanned up when down his body, examining what he was wearing and then back up to his eyes. I slowly reached for his glasses and mask as his body stilled while I revealed his face.

Edward. It really was him.

I looked at his face in silence before finally speaking.

“You won’t hurt me?” I quietly asked, “I need to know if I’m in danger, no matter how much I know and trust you.”

He suddenly had a dark look in his eyes as my words. He cupped my cheeks in his hands as he leaned in close to my face.

“I would rather die than cause you any harm.” he answered, “Trust me when I say that I will keep you safe from anyone or anything that tries to hurt you.” He paused and leaned in closer.

“I would kill anyone who even looked at you the wrong way.”

He moved his face next to my ear.

“You have my heart, and I know that I have yours.”

My breath hitched at his words. He was right. Edward always made me the happiest whenever I was stressed, especially at the hospital. But could I bring myself to love him when this is his true self?

He pulled away and looked into my eyes once more. It felt as if he could read every thought going through my mind.

“Just let go and let me take care of you, let me love you,” he begged, a desperate look in his eyes, “that’s all I ask. Please trust me.”

I couldn’t look away. I gave a small smile and a hesitant nod, and that’s all it took.

“Okay,” I whispered, mind racing a million miles a minute.

“I’ll trust you.”

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#the riddler #paul dano #the riddler x reader #the batman #fanfic

[kervl-klear]

🌹 for Angae

🌹 - They're lonely/missing home. What do they do?

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There’s nothing out of ordinary at Rosemary station, Angae continues to do his work as usual. However, despite not having an episode, Angae is visibly more detached than usual.

This is the last day of the month. Since Rosemary is a top-secret facility, they have to manage all the finance and administration work themselves or they will risk having information about their spending and organizational structure leaked out when submitting info to the defense finance accounting service.

North capital is considering putting Angae out of commission and have other general replace him, which would end in his neutralization considering his position in national threat. Seoltang is a literal doormat at this point, so his authority won't mean much at North capital and Noeu is still being suspected of multiple cases of corruption, so Angae had to find a way to survive on his own. Everything had to be extra perfect, after all losing his job mean losing his life which also means that Angae won't be going home tonight.

Last night Angae dreamed that he’s back home at Tulip Island which dug up a thought he tried to ignore. It’s fascinating that he still misses his home intensely even after 20 years had passed and when this kind of thing happens, he would simply live his day normally until the thought fade.

Gripping his pen tightly, he tells himself to stay focused. If he has an episode now, he won’t be able to finish his work.

Suddenly the light in his entire room flash in Morse code.

[Want some help with your asset report Secretary?]

In an annoyance, Angae leave his office. He walks straight to the west part of his office where the hallway light-no, the light of the entire base flickered in other set of morse code.

[I'm here to help if you just say the word]

Angae arrived at the jail area where they temporary keep threats that they capture in Area 21 until the law enforcement come pick these people up.

The rosemary guard salute at Angae as he appoarch one of the jail cells.

Angae: "Excuse me Hongcha, can you stop playing with the light?"

There is no reply, Hongcha is too focused on messing with the wire he manages to dig out from the electric door that he doesn’t notice Angae. Through the gap between each cell bar, Angae reach to tap Hongcha on his shoulder.

Hongcha jolted in disgust but still try to play it cool.

Hongcha: “Hey secretary, you should thank me for helping you cleanse this base from many fatal security deficiencies”

He put the wire down, studying Angae's body language.

Hongcha: "The biggest intelligence facility in the country using simple AC for electrical route is pretty embarrassing you know?"

Angae: "This base was built before other option was invented. Regardless, can you stop breaking into my base? I have to announce a drop in security every time some of my men pause their patrol to deal with you"

This morning Hongcha attempted sneaking into B2 for an intel on some cases where citizens attempted to report that some of generals and executives SA them.

Hongcha: “Let me remind you that I am not on your side. Baegcha is the only one who agreed to join you guys, I’m not interested in your super villain alliance”

Angae: “To correct you, it’s a neutral mercenary corporation”

Hongcha sarcastically make a laughing sound…either that or he really did laugh but his stone-cold expression make thing confusing as usual.

Hongcha: “Yeah, whatever. But you do realize that keeping me here for too long might draw in some catastrophe, right? We all know he has no problem buried a couple thousand of your men with me in this basement”

Angae pout a little.

Angae: "The underground part of this base is strong enough to withstand air raid and if the entrance and exit are buried, we can always use communication to call for outside help. Beside he will not find you here because of the counterintelligence measure especially SIGNINT unless you call him here before you sneak in just in case you got caught, your plan is to escape while Orenji keep everyone busy and Orenji's air raid will destroy any trail leading to you"

Right at the end of Angae sentence an air raid siren alarm came to life. Angae facepalm.

Hongcha: "Awww, so you do remember my behavior pattern. Unlike a certain surgeon who claim to be helping me yet all he wants is for me to stop existing"

Angae: "You all are too predictable, if there's something you want you just go for it, no precaution or consideration"

Angae decide to drag Hongcha with him outside the station and order all soldiers on the ground floor to turn off the light.

Hongcha: "Hahaha, are you seriously using me as a hostage against myself right now?"

Angae: "If you don't want to die, you better corporate. The visibility is low today because of the fog so we should still be at advantage"

Hongcha: "I didn't poke much but I can tell you are about to have an episode; your eyes are darting like crazy, your shoulder is tense, and your lip is shaking, clearly you are reaching your limit, you can't use your camera because your men will see it and you are out of Risperidone because you didn't have enough time to visit Docs lately. Oh, wait maybe you are already having one..?"

Angae got chill down his spine starting to doubt if the fog in front of him is real and if he just makes a fool out of himself.

Hongcha: "Just messing with you, the fog is totally real"

Somewhere outside Area 21, Orenji is out conducting air traffic.

Orenji: "04 to D44A, stop fire. Enter FL010, head 67 at minute 15. CB10 request approved. 04 to D46A, descend to 50 feet, make 90 degrees turn then open fired at minute 24"

One of the invading fighter jets descend then make a sharp turn to the starboard and open fired in straight line, stopping the Rosemary soldier from leaving the station entrance.

Rosemary's anti-aircraft weapons fired some missile in retaliation.

Orenji: "04 to CB10, drop bomb at minute 50"

A bomber flies by above the missile. A bomb was released accurately right on top of the missiles that had target locked on the closest fighter jet to the facility and because of that, the fighter jet is now able to spot the location of anti-aircraft system.

Orenji: "04 to D46A, approved"

The fighter jet open fire at the anti-aircraft weapon, this prompted the air defense unit of Rosemary base to release their own aircraft for ariel defense.

Angae: "Negative! All pilots remained stationed, suspend all flight activity-"

Two aircrafts lifted off unannounced and went straight crashing right to the anti-aircraft station, a couple of strawberry scatters around as the aircraft explode. The confused Rosemary control tower report that the ground that their frequency was jammed and none of them are able to contact the pilots, it is as Angae fear.

Orenji had jammed the signal that the tower use, then pose himself to the pilot as the ATC from the tower they are in contact with then lead them to their demise. Position them at the angle where hearing anti-collision warning is equivalent to seeing 4 red PAPI during touch down. It's seemed that he too is at advantage with this level of visibility.

Hongcha: "Oh nice! These pilots appear to be on my stoplist, what a coincident!"

Hongcha is crossing names on his stoplist while whistling in which Angae look at him with disgusted expression and yes, 30% of the forest around the base are now currently on fire, clearly this had become a miniature active war site.

Angae vision started to flicker between hell on earth and rainbow flower field, he can feel that he also had to close his eyes longer each time to retain himself. He got to find a way to end this fast.

Angae told one of his men to go get him a Barret M82. At the moment an extraordinary powerful rifle could be a better approach compared to SAM that are not just a bigger target for fighter jet to strike back and easier to spot but also a more explosive one.

The soldier handed him what he asked, but they also have to report him that Angae had took the scope back home with him for a maintenance a couple of day ago and the scope of the other guns here won't fit the barrel. So much so for not making a fool out of himself-

And so, Angae asked his soldier to bring him myopia glasses and magnifying glass.

Decommissioning the aircraft with sniper gun is impossible as bullet can only travel at 2,600 km per hour and these jets fly at least 1,900 km per hour. But he knows how he can decommission its firearms. Also, he personally doesn't want any aircraft to crash here as it will become his base's responsibility to clean it. So he decided that he should go straight to confront Orenji head on.

Before getting close to Orenji though, Angae want to decommission a couple of his communication equipment but where could Orenji be hiding?

Suddenly a Hydrangea with two comedically huge petals spoke in Hongcha's voice.

Hongcha: “Oh man, if only there’s someone who had 5 years of experience in dealing with first generation Northland combat controller standing right next to you”

It appears that his vision had already switch and he is 100% in psychosis episode now as temporary closing his eyes don't make the vision inaccuracy go away, he won't have much time before the rifle in his hand turn into something else.

Hongcha probaly notice the puzzled look on his face hence asking for involment.

Angae: "I'm not returning your electronic equipments so you can hack into the North capital system and release a conventional war scale missile designed to sink a battleship"

Hongcha: "Come'on. Unlike Baegcha, I won't try to kill Orenji"

Angae sighed, Hongcha is indeed one people with the most information about Orenji and having him completely station here is indeed a waste of resources.

Angae: "Can you pinpoint Orenji's hiding spot?"

Hongcha: "Thought you'd never ask"

Suddenly the comedically large petals on Hydrangea start spinning at turbine speed, then it shoots a gigantic neon blue sausage into the sky. This led to Angae also notice that the fighter jets had turn into a wooden bird.

Alighting the magnifying glass at the right distance, Angae asked Hongcha to hold it still for him. Angae is very curious as to what his brain will interpretated a Hydrangea holding stuff but apparently, the magnify glass simply float in place.

Orenji statled as his radar goes out of commission followed by two of his duplex radios then the RF modulator, limiting his communication route.

Orenji: "D44A, D46A, CB10 return to base"

Orenji inspect his broken equipment, he hopes to fix it as soon as possible and may be ground jack one of the airliners just in case. But then he heard a subtle ruffle sound which prompt him to take his own pistol out.

The intruder fired at Orenji first in which he shoots back in retaliation, he would have D45A take care of the intruder for him however he had no idea where exactly this intruder is. More shot was fired and Orenji continued to shoot back.

While reloading his gun, Orenji hear a quiet thud sound on his left, he looks up from his gun in which he found Angae.

Angae's eyes are not exactly alight with where Orenji is, clearly mean that Angae can't see where Orenji is and is only listening to his radio. This greatly impress Orenji as this means that Angae recognized the type of his gun purely from the sound, he then precedes to count each shot and took the opportunity when Orenji is reloading his gun.

Angae look at the massive orange tree in front of him, each orange hanging on his branch talk over each other, reporting every single little thing they see. Angae is a bit nervous knowing what he's currently facing. Orenji doesn't sees a single thing on field, everything he know are from his radar and pilot reports.

Angae stare at the orange tree intensely, he didn't intend for Orenji to notice him. He doesn't even know if he's really holding guns right now, he just knows that it sounds correct when he squeezes it.

Both are at stalemate. Either the wooden bird shoot or Angae shoot.

Hongcha: "Orenji...."

Both were taken aback by the approaching Hydrangea that had now grow a pair of chicken feet. The Hydrangea and the Orange tree stay still in front of each other for a couple of second in awe, it's been 3 months since Orenji last saw Baegcha/Hongcha and it's been 6 months since Hongcha last saw Orenji.

Orenji: "Baegcha"

Unlike the rest of C2ISTAR, Orenji called both Baegcha and Hongcha "Baegcha", this is because Orenji want to call his significant other by their preferred name.

Angae can't quite tell what's going on but both plants seem to be giving some sign to each other, wrinkling and shuffling their leaves.

Orenji: "All is worth for ending your suffering Beagcha, I look forward to it. 04 to CV04, drop ladder at 13.68N 100.99E"

A wooden bird fly by then hover above them. One of Orange tree's branch reach out to the chain hanging from the wooden bird. It's seemed that Orenji had escaped with his aircraft.

Angae still doubt the situation. Beagcha/Hongcha was in front of him, but Orenji choose to escape instead of pressing on to putting his significant other out of misery as intended. It was an abnormal sight.

Both Hongcha and Baegcha stay to help Angae out with the bills and incident reports while Angae reorganizing the intelligence in the base. A couple of days later another box of money was drop in front of Angae's house. With a photo of the funeral held for the two Rosemary pilots, seem that Orenji paid for their funeral.

Hongcha: "Here's the conclusion report, are there anything else?"

Angae: "No, that is everything, I'll pardon your jail time as promised"

Finally, being in a less chaotic mindset. Angae now notice that he made mistake in his deduction and what happened is somewhat less obvious than he thought. Apparently Orenji, Beagcha and Hongcha can carry some discreet operation as well.

Angae: "Orenji was the one who paid you to break in here didn't he?"

Hongcha reply with silence.

Angae: "You two are trying to scare the other generals away from this base and you want North capital to think that they need me to fend you two off"

Angae look up from his computer only to find that the secret service was already gone. Angae make a small idiot smile, he definitely has the worse group of friends in this world. But this probably will be the closest things to the homesick pill he will ever get.

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Thank you for your patience in the TFC circuit and thank you for tuning into my frequency. CVL2, RWY CLR. 🛫✨

#c2istar #my oc #my art #orenji #angae #hongcha #cw: sa #cw: death

[alucarddear]

Peach Wine (1/?)

Requested by @chocolatecomputerunknown. Read her prompt here. She asked for headcanon, but I turned it into a ficlet.

The witch escapes from her betrothal and ends up at Alucard’s castle. One mix-up with her potions later… she finds herself caged by the dhampir who’s unwilling to let her go.

Note: Eventual Yandere!Alucard. Definitely not healthy lol.

She runs as far away as her feet could take her, with no money to her name, and no possessions but the clothes on her back and the small satchel she keeps clutched to her shivering body.

She started with a vague direction, but she’s long since forgotten it. At this point, she doesn’t know where she is nor where she’s running off to anymore, only who and what she’s running from—a life of misery and pain with someone who cares very little for her. Someone who hurts her and will continue to do so if she hadn’t left, and so she runs. 

Time is a blur now. In her trepidation, all she is aware of is the constant sinking and lifting of her boots off the thick snow. She wonders how far she is now, and how long it would take for them to realise that she’d gone. Quite far, she thinks. If her thirst and the burning of her shins are any indication. 

The sun is weakening already, the frosty winter cutting the days short. She knows there is little time left before she’s forced to face an even bigger problem than simply dying of dehydration. Monsters will soon be upon her, and with her exhaustion, she doubts she can fend them off long enough to make it past the forest and find shelter. 

Suddenly, she’s hit with the startling realisation that this might be the end for her. But what difference does it make, really? If she hadn’t run away, she would have been married off to her vile fiancé who she’s quite certain would rather have her dead more than anything anyway. She would have been forced to live a life in hiding and misery, always keeping her head down, subservient to the whims of one belonging to a much more powerful coven than hers.

Yes, she would much rather take her chances or die here trying than years later, shackled to someone contemptible all the while. It would have only prolonged the inevitable. It’s not as if they ever cared about her anyway. Not her family, not her friends. Everyone turns a blind eye to the abuse she receives from her fiancé just because his family is powerful. 

It is no secret that humanity has always hated witches. Their abilities are believed to be those of the devil’s, the witches themselves descendants of Satan. Thus, supernatural abilities—anything out of the ordinary—is seen as inherently wicked. 

Outsiders to their own home, the history books have always and continue to paint witches in such a light that those suspected are mercilessly persecuted and burnt at the stake; the barbaric act celebrated and perpetuated by the church itself. Even innocent humans with no magical inclination at all also fall to their unjust demise this way. It is for this very reason that witches like to hide their identities. Trust no one outside of our coven, her mother and father have always said. Thus, the tradition of arranged marriages within covens began. The practice not only ensures mutual safety between two families, but also increases the chances of the resulting offspring awakening their power.

She’d ruined his life, her betrothed had told her once. She’d wrenched from his grasp whatever chance of happiness he could have had with his lover. But it is not as if she is any happier about their engagement.

For witches like her, such a thing as finding true love shouldn’t be nearly as important as staying alive. But often, she finds herself wondering what if…

So she runs.

She doesn’t stop running, disposing night creatures who dare along the way. Soon, she stumbles upon a clearing. The sun has set completely and she finds herself shrouded in darkness, completely at the mercy of what sinister creature may next happen upon her.

In the distance, she sees a large structure of sorts—crumbling and seemingly uninhabited. Shelter.

She drags on, heading to the ruins, the frigid winter air burning her lungs with every shuddering breath she takes. She attempts to summon fire to the palm of her hand, only to come up short, producing mere useless smoke.

She’s done for. If another night creature makes its way to this part of the forest, she’s no longer able to fight.

Thankfully, she reaches the decrepit structure without a hitch. She just about crawls to the safety of a still-standing pillar amongst all the rubbles, forgoing testing its integrity before resting her back to it. She really couldn’t care less about being squashed to death at this point. The thought of it almost sounds like mercy.

Now that she gets to rest a bit, she realises she’d been running with a large open gash on her side. A swipe from the night creature must have nicked her. In all her rage and panic, she barely even felt it then. She certainly feels it now.

It stings…

She rips up a long strip off the bottom of her dress and creates a makeshift gauze, tying it tightly and securely around her midsection. It should do for now.

She closes her eyes, sleep beckoning, only for them to fly open at the feel of cold steel pressed against the skin of her throat. She freezes, and her mind changes almost immediately from her previous disregard for her life—she does, in fact, want to live. 

A tall figure stands over her, the steel of his long blade glistening in the dark, the tip of it nearly pricking her skin. 

“Rise,” he orders.

In the light of the moon, the stranger appears otherworldly. As she rises slowly, careful not to touch the blade at her throat, she raises her hands in surrender. She has no fight left in her, and her world is starting to spin. She would only ask that he doesn’t send her back where she came from, if he even lets her live at all. 

The figure towers over her. At full height, she barely reaches his shoulders. He dons a dark coat over his dark pants and has on no shirt—the large and angry scar stark against his pallid chest visible in his open coat, intimidating her further. 

It’s cold out, how is he—and then it dawns on her. 

Vampire. He’s a vampire.

Not just any vampire too, but the infamous one with the scar. Yes, the dhampir Alucard. She knows how humans feel about witches, but how about vampires? She’s certainly not willing to find out which side of himself he favours. They may very well end up one and the same.

She ought to run.

“You are Alucard, aren’t you?” she attempts to make nervous conversation to buy herself time to think. Think, damn it!

Magic isn’t going to work, she’s already exhausted it, especially not with his sword on her throat like that. Besides, she can barely even stand. Her eyes dart around, finding a possible escape route. She may very well get herself killed by moving at all, but she’s come so far she’s willing to die trying.

His brow tugs upwards slightly. “Not the Alucard? That’s new,” he observes out loud, amused, but says nothing to confirm nor deny it.

She gulps.

“If you have any desire to preserve your life, you would turn ba—”

She hits the ground faster than he could finish his threat, out cold.

| Next part |

#alucard #adrian tepes #castlevania #alucard fanfic #alucard x reader #alucarddear writes #alucarddear requests #alucarddear: peach wine #Yandere!Alucard

[ladyhindsight]

The second part of the book begins, and I am already done with the whole quote that starts the part:

I love you as one loves certain dark things — Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XVII”

Because it isn't even a whole quote, not even a one I can find in this form, and it's not even the whole verse. This erases the whole meaning to fit into this loving certain dark things narrative, especially considering the actual following verse:

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I also don't know what translation Clare got that from because all I can find is the latter one. ANyway. We continue with Maia and Jordan, and Jordan can go fuck himself:

→ To begin with this, fucking hell. This refers to the ending scene of chapter 4 where Maia has a flashback to trauma Jordan caused.

He pulled her closer. He was shaking. She felt the heat of his strong body against hers as his hands slid down her back. “Maia,” he whispered. He started to lift the hem of her sweater, his fingers gripping the small of her back. His lips moved against hers. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.” You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Her heart hammering, she jerked away from him, pulling her sweater down. “Jordan — stop.” He looked at her, his expression dazed and worried. “I’m sorry. Was that not any good? I haven’t kissed anyone but you, not since…” He trailed off. She shook her head. “No, it’s just — I can’t.” “All right,” he said. He looked very vulnerable, sitting there, dismay written all over his face. “We don’t have to do anything — ” She groped for words. “It’s just too much.”

And this fucking idiot thinks it's because he might be a bad kisser. Maia has nothing to apologize for, and I'm already sick of this chapter trying to flip this dynamic over to where Maia owns Jordan a goddamn thing.

→ The whole "I don't want to be friends" and Maia acting shocked is stupid because Jordan has come onto Maia plenty of times already that she should know what he actually means. This is all idiotic.

Then die.

This could've been said also by Jace, Simon, or Magnus because all the jokes are tonally and in terms of content always the same. Ha ha, two straight boys kissing. Funny.

We skip to Clary exploring the place Jace has brought her to and rummaging through a wardrobe.

Morgenstern men love heteronormative clothing for women who wear gear meaning also pants.

→ A scene that never happened but would've been a great callback to the previous book if it was written out.

→ Hopefully Clary would remember things that happened just a while back with a visual reminder. Also → "It had been a clear day in early October.."

The last time the box was mentioned was in City of Bones where it is told that the box held "with the medals were one or two photos, a wedding ring, and a single lock of blond hair. Sometimes Jocelyn took the box out and opened it and held the lock of hair very gently in her hands before putting it back and carefully locking the box up again."

Which makes me question whether Clary then knew what the contents of the box actually were since there are no metals or a wedding ring. Which is fine, but what is not fine is that the box goes unmentioned for forever and once it makes an appearance, Clary is suddenly in the know of the contents and the contents themselves differ drastically from what was previously told. Continuity where?

Here Isabelle is an outlet of Clare's bias. Different characters of course can have different opinions and preferences, but because other characters like Lucie also keep talking how brown (hair color) is ordinary and boring and how the writing keeps coming up with ridiculous similes and metaphors for every other eye color/hair color than brown or dark, it's obvious. Even more so when a little later down here Isabelle thinks blue eyes are more interesting than black.

Meaning faerie men possibly far older than her? Shadowhunters who? Who are these Isabelle's sexy ex-dates when none is ever mentioned or makes an appearance and the premise is that the Lightwood kids have grown up pretty secluded in the New York Institute because of their parents' exile?

So Isabelle thinks she would be more interesting if she had blue eyes instead of black ones. Because appearance is what makes to interesting, not your character. Pretty on point for the narrative.

Just call her Jocelyn. You just did.

→ ...and saw Jocelyn looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...

Or if you must, this order makes more sense:

→ ...and saw Clary's mother looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...

→ No need for any of these. This is Isabelle's PoV, we know this is what she can observe.

→ Isabelle rolled her eyes at him and turned around/away etc. Then paragraph division and the description may commence.

Cut back to the Boredom Crew.

Thank you for the clarification. Otherwise I might have confused him to some other shared father??

Jace has not shared that look with anyone ever because the only people with shared secrets and in the know have always been Jace and Clary because the narrative is jealous of Jace having that kind of relationship or bond with anyone else.

Also Clary has not known Jace long enough to say "in a very long time."

→ Is he squinting?

→ No need for this, it's her PoV. Stop overexplaining.

→ Or: "His look was calculating: he was deciding what he was going to allow Jace to do, how much leash to give his "brother."

#Maia Roberts #Jordan Kyle #Isabelle Lightwood #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #City of Lost Souls #CoLS Chapter 8

[geminiamethyst]

Momoharu Week 2023. Day 2: Pirates

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Partially inspired by “Man The Cannons” by Galatickarken and Jonathan Young

Also there is a trigger warning as there will be a mention of implied suicide. I apologise if this makes you uncomfortable.

“Get ready with those cannons!”

“They look like they’re going to board!”

“Brace yourselves!”

Kaito looked around the screen before him. Gunpowder overpowered the smell of the sea. Orders and warnings rang out. Cannons boomed, their echoes travelling over the waves of the ocean. The deck rocked so much that it practically threatened to split apart. The waves were calm, but the surface world was far from calm. It was another war that no one wanted. Kaito did his best to stay calm as he pushed back another assailant. The Starship won’t go down that easily. Kaito will do anything to make sure of that. But it’s not just the ship. He’ll protect his crew too. Some of them were recruited. Others were rescued and were protected. Even if Kaito had to die, it’ll be worth it knowing that his friends were safe.

He had heard of the ones that dared attack his crew. Call themselves “Holy Salvation Society”. Lame name for a crew. But it wasn’t just the name that seemed terrible. It was their reputation. It was one band of pirates that all pirates were afraid of, even the captain of the Crazy Diamonds (or so Kaito had heard). If they were enough to scare one of the most respected pirates in all seven seas, they were not to be taken lightly. They weren’t just pirates, but fearsome assassins. You wouldn’t be able to see one coming until it was too late. That means that EVERYONE on the Starship needs to fight back with everything they have.

“Get it together Shuichi!” Kaito yelled after shoving another intruder away, immediately finding his sidekick on the deck. He pulled Shuichi to his feet before he could ask or say anything. The fighting kept happening until someone finally called a retreat. The Holy Salvation Society suddenly pulled away, all of the crew along with it. The Starship was left abandoned. Kaito looked around. Damage from cannons. A lot of the crew had injuries that needed to be seen to as fast as possible. Aside from that, everything seemed to be okay. However, someone needed to say something.

“They pulled away too quickly. Something doesn’t feel right.” Shuichi inquired, his voice laced with worry. Kaito thought about it, but he knew that Shuichi was right. This seemed far too easy for the Holy Salvation Society. They were notorious for killing other pirates. Why did they leave everyone to live?

“Everyone! Stay on high alert! It might be nothing, but I don’t want to take any chances!” Kaito called out, scanning the deck for anything out of the ordinary. Aside from those tending to the wounded, everyone started to look around. Kaito was no different. He immediately went to his cabin. He didn’t think that anyone would be that stupid to hide there, but anything could happen at this point.

He charged in, not really thinking. Everything seemed to be okay. A few things knocked over from the fight, but nothing that was badly damaged. His maps were splayed out on the desk along with some star charts. His bed was still messy from this morning. Clothes were packed away. Nothing was moved or disturbed. It made it seem like no one had been in here. However, Kaito can’t help but feel like something wasn’t right. Call it a hunch, but there was something different here. And that hunch was proven right almost right away. As soon as Kaito started to step inside his cabin, someone tackled him from behind. He was flung forward, just stopping himself from crashing into his desk. He spun around only to be pinned to the desk. His spine was rattled with pain as it hit the hard wood. His eyes were wide in shock and anger as he looked up at his assailant. Glaring right down at him, was a girl. She had pale skin that made her red eyes stand out more. Her hair was tucked under a hat, but it seemed to be a dark colour. Kaito didn’t think to look at the rest of her since his eyes were more focused on the dagger in her hand. Sharp, glistening in the sun, and ready to be plunged into his chest.

Kaito braced himself, ready to fight back. But something didn’t feel right. As he looked at the dagger, he noticed that it was shaking. Either this girl had a lot of pent up anger that caused her hand to shake, or she was hesitating. Why would she though? She’s clearly an assassin, she’s not supposed to hesitate. So what was wrong with her? Either she was new to this, or she had no desire to kill.

Kaito didn’t get a chance to ask her questions. Suddenly a large hand clamped down on the back of the girl’s neck. It gently squeezed the pressure points. The girl reached back to pull the hand off, but her eyes rolled back as she instantly passed out. She was caught by the one that knocked her out and slowly placed on the wooden floor.

“Kaito okay?” A strong and concerned voice asked. Kaito stayed where he was for a second before standing up straight. He couldn’t help but feel more glad than he did in his entire life. He protects the crew. And the crew always protected him.

“Thanks Gonta!” Kaito smiled gratefully. The giant beamed with pride before they both looked down at the assassin. Curiously, Kaito reached down and pulled off the hat. Long dark brown hair cascaded from it, pooling behind the girl’s head. She wore a black cloak with a red shirt and black pants with brown boots that was concealed underneath. Her dagger was carelessly discarded on the ground, which Kaito was quick to pick up.

“A girl?” Gonta asked, looking a little ashamed of himself. Kaito patted his arm reassuringly. He knows that Gonta doesn’t mean to hurt anyone if he can help it, especially if it were a girl that he was fighting. Something about “gentlemen do not hit ladies” or something along those lines.

“Kaito?” Shuichi called out before he came into the cabin in a hurry. He stopped immediately upon seeing what had happened and the intruder that was currently unconscious.

“I’m alright.” Kaito smiled reassuringly before his smile dropped. He looked down at the girl again as he weighed out some options. “Put her in the brig. Let me know when she wakes up. I want to talk to her myself.” Gonta nodded, and albeit hesitant, gently picked the girl up. He was so gently that she may as well be made of glass. The crew might not like the fact that she’s being kept alive, but Kaito needed some answers from her. Besides, he wants to throw out a lifeline while there was still a chance for her.

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It took a few hours, but the girl finally woke up. As instructed, whoever was watching her had alerted Kaito. He didn’t waste any time to seeing her. She was awake. And very, VERY pissed off. Considering that her mission was foiled, she was knocked out and woken up to find herself tied up, Kaito could almost understand why. No use pondering over it any longer. He needed to speak to her. If he hadn’t seen her glare already, he probably would’ve been scared. Especially since he had requested to be alone with her. 

“Glad that you’re awake.” He beamed, stepping inside. He almost closed the door, but left it open ajar. He trusted that the girl was secure, but he wanted t be able to shout for help just in case. “Sorry about Gonta. He was only protecting me.”

The girl scoffed, but didn’t say anything. She held her tongue more firmly than Kaito thought. He kinda expected her to be cussing him out and trying to get away. Instead she was just sitting there and giving Kaito the silent treatment as if he were some misbehaved child. Not the best introduction in the world, but he needed to get her talking. He kind of hoped that if he got her to say one thing, he might be able to keep her talking. He needs to learn as much as he can.

“You got name?” Kaito asked, crouching down to be eye level with her. The girl only continued to glare. If looks could kill, Kaito had no doubt there would be blood and more everywhere. It didn’t make him back down. He just smiled coyly. “Come on. I don’t want to give you a name. I’d be taking away something that belongs to you.” The girl glared some more before leaning back on the post that he was tied to. While she was still angry, she was a little calm.

“Maki… that’s all that you’re getting.” She answered, her voice so quiet that Kaito almost missed it. He couldn’t hold back a smile. She finally talks. That’s step one. Hopefully everything else will go more smoothly.

“That’s fine. I already figured that you were sent to kill me.” Kaito smiled, with Maki looking like she might kick him. Good job that he was not that close to her. “Don’t know why but I can hazard a couple of guesses.”

“So what now? You going to kill me?” Maki responded, rolling her eyes.

“No. I’m just gonna offer you a chance.” Kaito smiled warmly, somewhat amused.

“I don’t want your charity!” Maki spat, disdain laced in her eyes.

“It’s called throwing you a lifeline.” Kaito countered. Maki blinked, looking like she had flinched ever so slightly. However, her composure was quick to get back to her stand-offish, so Kaito can’t be that sure.

“So, why spare me? You know that I was sent here to kill you.” Maki asked, still suspicious of Kaito’s motives. She honestly hoped that he was dumb enough to untie her. Then she can complete her mission, get proof for it and return to her masters.

“Because I don’t think that you’re a killer. You hesitated.” Kaito stated, remembering what had happened in his cabin. How Maki had the perfect opportunity to kill, but her shaking hand couldn’t deceiver the blow. Now that he looked back on it, she didn’t exactly have that look that he expected a cold blooded killer to have. He knew that there was more to this girl that it seemed at first.

“The deck was rocking, I didn’t have a steady aim.” Maki argued, but she didn’t sound confident in her answer.

“That’s not how I remember it.” Kaito smirked, seeing that he was winning this battle.

“Idiot!” Maki spat, her glare getting intense once again. Kaito only continued to smirk. For a while, both pirates stayed like that, just frozen. They were reading each other, Kaito’s lavender purple eyes clashing with Maki’s scarlet red. It was a messy blend as they both refused to break eye contact in this mental battle. However, after staying still for so long, Kaito had the need to stand up. Not to mention he needed to check on some other things to make sure that the Starship can handle another confrontation should it happen soon.

“Look I’m not going to hurt you. You have my word. But I want to help you.” He sighed as he stood up. He shook his leg a little bit as he felt like it had pins and needles. He continued to maintain eye contact with the assassin. “I’ll check on you later. Sorry about the ropes, but I can’t take any chances with you. Yet.”

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Maki was taught to be patient.

She waited until the deck was quiet from above. She strained her ears to the best of her ability but she couldn’t hear anyone moving around up there. Either the crew had turned in early or the night, or they were eating. It had gotten dark, but the full moon illuminated the room from the window. Perfect, she’ll have some cover. She wriggled her wrist as best she could until she felt something slip from her sleeve. She wriggled a little more until she had a firm grip on it. She wasn’t frisked while she was unconscious. Even if she was, she almost doubted that the crew would find the incredibly small blade anyway. That’s what it was designed for, to be excruciatingly hard to find. Making sure as to not lose it, Maki unsheathed the blade and started to cut the rope. She moved slowly, in case someone came down to check on her and/or bring her food. Thanking her luck, no one came to her. The rope slipped off as it was fully sliced through. Maki rubbed her wrists. Only a light chaffing but nothing serious. She had barely moved since she woke up after all. She moved slowly, getting her body ready to start moving. She continued to be left alone. She crept to the door, being as silent as a mouse. No one came. She reached for the door, and was once again blessed with luck when the door opened.

The idiot captain actually forgot to lock it.

Maki could feel like she was grinning internally. This was the guy that she was meant to kill? This will be easy. Slipping in the shadows, Maki creeped around until she heard something. Shouting, laughter, the smell of food. So that’s where the crew were. They were all eating. By the sound of it, it was every single one of the members were there. The captain was probably there too. Looks like Maki’s luck had run out. There’s no way that she can sneak in there and kill the captain now. Continuing to stay hidden, Maki creeped around until she had found herself on the deck. The sea salt assaulted her sense of smell as she walked calmly. No one was around. Not even a look out. Someone was probably at the wheel but Maki couldn’t see to be certain. As far as she knew, she was completely alone.

Alone.

That’s what she is right now. And has been for a long time. She might have been in a crew, but she never felt like she was part of it. The abandonment was evident of that. It was her mission to kill the captain but she can’t do that. And it’ll be a death sentence of she returned to her ship. Anyone who failed a mission and were caught or foolish enough to return were killed immediately. Right in front of the crew as an example. Maki had seen it and vowed to never end up like that. But now…

Maki didn’t know what she was doing. She just walked across the deck, she didn’t bother hiding anymore. She just walked right to the side of the ship. Her body moved automatically as she climbed up, holding onto a line that led up to the crow’s nest. She grasped the rope tightly as she stood on the railing. She looked down. The sea was coal black. It slapped at the ship as it continued to sail, causing white horses to appear and disappear just as quick. The sea was so cold, heartless at night. Nothing like the beautiful turquoise that was there on a bright day. It was hungry too. It was staring right back at her. It was alluring, but not in a beautiful kind of sense. It was calling to her, ready to swallow her up. She just needed to let go. Just let go and be swept under the ship, or drift with the raging tides.

Just let go… and disappear…

“You know that it’s a long swim.”

Maki didn’t move, but she knew who it was behind her. Kaito had moved quietly enough for her not to hear him when she was wrapped up in her thoughts. He must have been at the wheel to see what she was doing. She didn’t bother to look behind her to see how close he was. She had a feeling that he would rush over and grab her, but she couldn’t hear him move. He was just standing there. Was he going to watch her go overboard and do nothing? She back tracked when he took slow, methodical steps towards her. Maybe he was going to grab her?

“Look you can either risk drowning or being eaten by sharks. Or you can stay and I can keep you safe.” He spoke confidently as he stopped moving.

“Yeah right.” Maki muttered, not sure why she hadn’t let go already. Just let go! Let go and disappear!

“If you’re leaving, at least take a boat. I’ll pretend I never saw you.” Kaito offered, staying rooted to where he was standing. Maki inhaled slowly, and looked around. She didn’t see the boats that were ready in case of emergencies. She didn’t think to look for any. Maybe she should take one. She jumped down, her feet landing solidly on the deck. She finally saw how close Kaito had gotten. He just needed to run a short distance and grab her if she had leaped off of the ship.

Maki didn’t care. She just approached the boats, taking the one closet to her. The idea of getting a boat felt somewhat better. Just drift away. Let the ocean take and do as it will with her. Keep her floating adrift by the calm waves, or be drowned at sea by the storm. She can still disappear and no one would know when or where, or even care.

“But I heard a rumour from a friend about your old crew. Any that come crawling back after being abandoned or failed a mission are immediately killed.” Kaito continues as Maki started to work at the ropes. “You’re a great fighter, but I can tell that you’re a coward.”

“Excuse me?” Maki exclaimed, spinning around so quick to face him, that she felt like her spine did a complete 360. Kaito smirked, seeing that he got her attention yet again.

“You didn’t kill me because you couldn’t balance. You just couldn’t do it.” He continued, carefully approaching Maki once more. He still kept a distance, not knowing if he moved too quick. Maki still glared at him, but it wavered a little. “I can’t imagine what might happen if your captain finds out about that. Here I can protect you. Give you something that I don’t think that you’ve had for a very long time. Someone to make you feel safe.”

“You are such an idiot. Why would you trust me?” Maki scowled, refusing to be fooled. However, she couldn’t see any alternative motives. He was genuinely trying to protect her, despite her initial refusal.

“What can I say? I’m a nice guy. But I’ve got a feeling that you know that I’m right about your boss.” Kaito answered in a cocky tone. Then he spotted something. Without hesitating, he grabbed Maki’s wrist. She tried to pull back but his grip was quite firm. He gently pulled down her sleeve, revealing a burn scar. No, not a burn. A branding scar. The symbol of the Holy Salvation Society was permanently burned on her wrist. It was old, but Maki could still feel the pain every time she looked at it. Kaito gave her a mournful look as he realised what he was looking at. “Not to mention, I’ve also got a feeling that you aren’t willingly part of them in the first place.”

Maki didn’t move as Kaito’s thumb gently brushed over the brand. Then with his free hand, he gently pulled out a band of purple cloth. Maki watched as the brand was covered up as the cloth was used like a makeshift bandage. While she knew that the scar can never fade away, she felt oddly grateful that she can’t look at it, even if it was temporary. Suddenly feeling like she was wing too open. She yanked her hand away. She turned away, but didn’t continue what she was initially trying to do when she got out on deck.

“Fine! I’ll stay for now. But don’t expect me to stay forever.” She scoffed, re securing the boat from where she started to untie the knot.

“Whatever you say, Maki Roll!” Kaito grinned with a careless shrug.

“Don’t call me that!” Maki shouted, her cheeks unwittingly flushing a light pink colour.

“Come on. Let’s watch the stars. Always calms me down when I’m worrying about something.” Kaito laughed, wrapping an arm around Maki. She had the urge to pull away, but she couldn’t. She just allowed him to lead her. Away from the boats, the side and the sea. She could easily pull away and continue to jump, but she didn’t. All those dark thoughts seemed to have gone. Kaito threw her a lifeline, just like he said that he would. And she grabbed it with both hands without knowing it. He pulled her back up and stayed with her. Did he know what she was going to do? Or was he oblivious to that? Either way he saved her life. And in a way, twice. And while she wasn’t sure how, she’ll repay him someday for it. It was the least that she could do after all.

#momoharuweek2023 #Kaimaki #momoharu #please heed trigger warning #trigger warning

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Ainosuke Shindo (ADAM)

Warnings: No major warnings

Word Count: ~800

Summary: Langa is a hero on a quest to destroy a demon lord. But what he finds isn't what he expects. [Written for Fall for Eden Week 2022 | Day 1: Supernatural AU]

"Is this what it means to be a hero?!"

Langa parried the strike, his arm shaking from the force of the blow. It was taking all that he had to hold off the demon lord, but he hung on grimly. After all the effort that had been put in to find him, all the sacrifices that had led up to this moment, he couldn't give up. Everyone was counting on him to fulfill his duty. Only he could.

From the moment of his birth, he'd been special, marked by the Gods themselves. Even now, the seal on the back of his hand glowed with a warm radiance, empowering him with the strength to shove the monster back.

It was an abomination: huge batlike wings sending gusts of air to buffet him, fangs bared in a grimace, burning eyes stained the color of blood with skin as pale as a corpse. Its strength also far outstripped that of an ordinary human, and as it swung its sword again, Langa dodged, watching the blade gouge the stone beneath their feet.

"What have we ever done to you?" it snarled, wrenching its weapon free with terrifying ease and advancing on Langa. "Is our mere existence a crime?"

"What have you done? You've killed and robbed and hurt so many people. This is justice.”

“Justice?” The thing laughed, harsh and grating like a crash of stones. “And how many of us have you killed and robbed and hurt? Have I come to your home to try to kill you, hero? Have we sent armies against your people to pillage your lands and slaughter your children? We have always only wished to live without the fear of persecution and been forced to protect our own.”

“You’re monsters!”

“Oh? Then what is a monster?”

“A beast who revels in slaughter and perversion and sin.”

“And what is sin?”

“Thought and action that defies the will of the Gods.”

“Who are you to speak for the Gods?”

“I carry their blessing!”

The clash of steel punctuated their words, and Langa threw up his hand, the seal blazing as bright as the sun in the shadowy room. Instantly, the creature retreated, shading its eyes with an arm, and Langa pressed his advantage, raising his own arm to strike the final blow that would vanquish this evil. But a movement in the periphery of his vision caught his attention.

“Stop being mean!” A small figure suddenly stood between him and his quarry, and Langa took in the horns on its head even as he tried to wrench his arm back. But it was too late, and his blade sank deep into flesh.

He stared down with bemusement at the demon, his wing wrapped around the child. One wing: Langa’s sword had cleaved through the other, tearing the fragile membrane and leaving it dangling from a shattered bone, before carving into his shoulder. He glared up at Langa, crimson eyes still burning, his sword arm holding the sobbing child against his chest. Wide, watery eyes also stared at the hero: eyes filled with fear and hatred. The same eyes he’d seen so many times before, walking through pillaged fields and streets lined with corpses.

“Go away! Leave us alone!”

What was he doing?

A hero was someone who saved others. Someone who fought against injustice for the sake of others' happiness. Someone who killed monsters.

Were these monsters?

Slowly, he pulled his sword back, watching the demon tense. His own sword came up, held in such a way to cover the child in his arms. But Langa just took a step back, his mind swirling. They were monsters. They had to be, else what was his purpose in life? His whole life had been preparing him for this moment: stories upon stories of their atrocities, seeing the suffering of the people, hearing the prayers for a hero to deliver them. If he killed this one, it would be the end, and the humans could finally live in peace.

Was it really that simple?

He felt sharp eyes watching him, and he took another step back when the figure rose to his feet, still cradling the child in his arms. The other hand, open palm streaked with dark blood, reached out to Langa.

“Let us start over and talk, hero. Perhaps we can find a way to live together. My name is Adam.”

Langa stared at the hand. Was this really okay? To just talk with the enemy of humanity, the great evil he had been born to extinguish? Wouldn’t he just try to deceive Langa, to make him lower his guard so he could kill him through trickery?

He couldn’t take the hand, but he looked up into the deathly pale face, his own expression determined.

“I’m Langa.”

#fallforeden2022 #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #fan fic #fanfic #skate the infinity #sk8 langa #sk8 snow #hasegawa langa #langa hasegawa #sk8 adam #shindo ainosuke #ainosuke shindo #mine

[cherry-blossomxo]

─• play date || itachi uchiha

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word count: 1k

genre: flufffff, pure fluff

summary: you didn’t know how serious the Uchiha’s took their games of hide and seek until you became one.

A/N: I have a lot of requests to get to but 🥺 I watched this tiktok with Itachi and I couldn’t stop thinking about this idea :(((( this is the ending he deserves

You couldn’t help but giggle as you guided your husband through your dining room, only letting go of his hand to push him under the big table before going in yourself. Making yourself more comfortable in the confined space, you made sure the table cloth was in place and not exposing either of you.

“Is this really necessary, love?” Itachi’s smooth voice spoke lowly but to you it sounded almost normal since you were so close. Turning your whole body towards him, you let a smile grace your features at the sight of him sitting cross legged while being careful to not let his knee peak out from the cloth. You knew he wasn’t annoyed, no bone in his body could ever be at your daughter’s antics but still, Itachi’s discomfort was clear as day.

Good thing your table is quite large so you both still had some room, because you had no idea what you’d do if that wasn’t the case.

“It’s hide and seek, Itachi. She’s the seeker and we have to hide, that’s how it works.”

He only shook his head at your teasing smile, biting back one of his own. “When she said ‘play’, I was thinking more about running around the compound or even having a tea party in the backyard, not this.”

“Can’t do, darling.” This time you were the one to shake your head ‘no’. “Tea parties are exclusively saved for uncle Sasuke. She couldn’t possibly ask us to have one.”

Itachi raised an eyebrow at your statement, leaning forward and decreasing the already small distance between you. “I – really?” you nodded in response and that prompted him to continue. “I have never seen them have a tea party before…”

The contemplative look on his face made you chuckle out loud before suddenly slapping your hand against your mouth once you realized your mistake. You were supposed to be quiet; this was hide and seek after all.

“That’s because Sasuke would rather die than have you see him all dolled up by our daughter, wearing a plastic tiara while sipping imaginary tea and talking ‘politics’.” The words left your mouth in a whisper as you inched even closer to the man, your knees touching. “They only do that when you’re not home.”

A big smile stretched across his face as he imagined the scene, his little brother letting down all of his walls and allowing his daughter to do whatever she wanted to him. It was adorable really and the thought alone made Itachi’s heart grow ten times bigger. He didn’t know his daughter could be even more adorable than she already was.

“I guess I have – “

“Shh, here she comes!” your finger gently touched his lips in an effort to hush your husband and not give away your location. Suppressing your chakra, you felt your husband do the same and then you waited with bated breaths. Even if she was barely six years old, your small daughter took after her daddy and was way too talented at being a ninja for her own good.

Hide and seek at the Uchiha household was very intense.

You heard her small feet walk around the room, scanning and checking her surroundings carefully. While she was doing that, you felt a hand envelop your own and soft kisses being placed on the back of it. Flustered, your eyes meet onyx ones and in the next moment, Itachi closed the remaining space between your bodies to place a tender kiss on your lips. His lips brushed yours softly but with enough force to take your breath away, your surprise quickly being replaced by the swarm of butterflies you felt every time you and your husband shared a kiss. Even after being married for so many years, him and his presence alone still had this effect on you. It was intoxicating, evading all of your senses without a care in the world and never failing to make your knees go weak every time.

Itachi was gentle and a romantic at heart, the kind of lover you could only dream about and somehow, he was yours. And because of that, because of him and your little family that filled your heart with so much joy and unconditional love, you were thankful. You were, dare say, the happiest person in the world.

When his wet tongue escaped to lick your lips, clearly wanting to deepen the kiss as he dragged you closer by the hand he was still holding, you couldn’t stop the small squeal that left your lips. Oh no, your daughter –

“Found you, daddy!” her small hands suddenly wrapped themselves around Itachi’s neck from behind through the white table cloth, breaking your kiss and pulling the man back. Eyes wide, the look of astonishment on his face was something so out of the ordinary for him, you had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing and blowing your cover. Something about seeing him be so expressive was amusing to you.

Before he could be pulled back all the way, he mouthed a ‘run’ in your direction and that’s exactly what you did. What kind of ninja would you be if you didn’t use your training for hide and seek, huh?

“Wha – daddy? Where’s mommy?” the high-pitched voice of your daughter asked after she managed to pull Itachi out of his hiding spot, taking the cloth with him as well. Thank God there was nothing to break on that table.

Your husband shrugged, watching the way your daughter’s head spun around in search of you. “I have no idea, angel. I was there by myself.”

She stopped to look him dead in the eyes, almost as if trying to somehow show that he was lying. With a big sigh, she backed down and grabbed Itachi’s hand as he stood up.

“Whatever, we will find her together.” As those words left her lips, a sudden crash alarmed the child and made her start running in its direction while dragging her father along. Itachi watched the whole scene unfold with a smile on his face while feeling, after long years of suffering and pain, true happiness.

“Come on, daddy! I got her this time!”

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[landinoandco]

|Shutter speed|

Chapter one : A staring contest with an attractive stranger

{Lando Norris x Reader}

Summary: A photographer. A pair of F1 drivers. Triangles. A sticky situation of morals and fighting fate. What could go wrong?

Warnings: None :)

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: hey guys, welcome to Shutter Speed!! A love triangle between LN DR and reader (in this story reader is called Georgie.) This is my first f1 fanfiction so any feedback/suggestions are very welcome or if you just want to add comments, reactions - anything goes!! Thank you for reading and enjoy :)

Chapter one: A staring contest with an attractive stranger ...

It was raining in London. Not that that was out of the ordinary - even in the beginning days of July. Today the weather had decided to imitate that of mid-March, the rain crashing down like the heavens had opened up above and the wind cheekily chasing tourists and commuters indoors then proceeding to race eagerly through the streets, nipping at any ankles of those who were lagging behind the rest.

Lando Norris was out with his trainer when the rain started, enjoying the freedom of a 2 week break before the highly anticipated British Grand Prix. They rushed down the alleyway they had found themselves on; until they came across a little coffee shop tucked away in the corner - 'The Little London Stop.' Jon nodded to confirm to Lando that this would be just fine - as he opened the door, a small bell rang just above his head and instantly they were hit by a comforting warmth and the smell of freshly made coffee.

He quickly slid onto one of the benches, facing out onto the shop. It was typically London, designed with someone's Instagram feed in mind, plants hung precariously from the rafters along with many singular light bulbs that casted at atmospheric glow around the room.

Opposite him, on the other side of the room sat the only other person in the shop, she sat with her back to them. Her messy mousy brown hair tumbled in waves down her back, her gaze on the rain rushing down the alleyway - her chin resting on the heel of her hand.

Georgie had been sitting in that exact spot for longer than she would care to admit. Escaping the pestering grasp of her best friend and roommate Maisie; they were both photographers - partners in an online business they set up when they first left college as they prepared to take on the world. Pre-covid it had flourished and the pair had been travelling up and down the country, from events like weddings to festivals. Post-covid however - this was where their problems had started and why Georgie was currently hiding in a coffee shop. Work had become as dry as her love life, events had been cancelled for another year and wedding guest numbers had been limited. For weeks they had been sending their portfolios to any event organiser they could find and for weeks they kept being turned away.

She tore her eyes from the flooding streets and back to her open laptop - she was completely stuck, where to even start? Georgie nibbled on the on her bottom lip and sighed before rubbing her hands over her face - she was really looking for a miracle to happen.

Lando was completely intrigued by the girl. It wasn't until Jon snapped his fingers in front of Lando's face that he realised he had been staring.

"Right, sorry." Lando mumbled, a red flush creeping up his neck and he moved his gaze to the wooden table, wringing his fingers together. "What were you saying?"

Jon chuckled at his young boy antics and shook his head, "I wasn't, you were staring and it was weird. I picked you up this green smoothie - lots of vitamins and-" But Lando had switched off again, he couldn't help himself as his eyes locked back onto where they had been before. It was like something was drawing him to her - hell, he didn't even know what she looked like.

"Are you going to go and speak to her?" Jon's voice broke his trance yet again.

"Wha-what?" Lando looked up at his trainer, his innocent eyes widening at the thought. "I-I-"

Jon scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You are such a teenager."

"I'm not a teenager." Lando hit back, "I'm 21. I can drink in the US now, you know."

"Then start acting like it." Jon scolded but the corners of his mouth quirked up, he had known Lando for years and he had not changed once. A hopeless romantic at heart but acted like a deer caught in the headlights as soon as anyone of the opposite gender even glanced his way. Any girl would be lucky to have him but unfortunately for Lando he always found himself drawn to the type that would take his heart whole and would leave, shattering it into millions of pieces for Jon to find and piece back together again. It was through no fault of the girls in question, they would make their intentions very clear but Lando - being who he was - would always jump head first without looking ahead or the consequences of his actions.

On the plus side, Lando came back stronger each time but it left him with an even stronger longing for that care and affection that everyone around him seemed to have.

His heart raced as he looked over at Jon, a determined look was set on his face. "Fine. I'll do it." He stood up, legs wobbling slightly as the adrenaline flooded through his veins - he had cleared the table when reality decided to walk through the door. He turned on his heels and sat back down. "Nope. Maybe another day." His voice wavered slightly.

Jon looked at him with sympathy and slight second hand embarrassment - not that Lando needed to know that.

Georgie looked over her shoulder at the commotion happening behind her - there were two young men sitting across the room from her. One was clearly older than the other and was looking at him in utter bemusement - she followed his gaze...

Georgie inhaled sharply, she was met by a pair of crystal blue eyes - of which lit up when he realised that she had looked over. Georgie simply didn't know what to do with herself as she seemed to be stuck in a staring contest with an incredibly attractive stranger. She managed to tear her eyes away to look at him properly; a mop of dark brown curls sat dripping onto the table (still wet from the torrential downpour), an olive complexion and an innocent sparkle in his crystal blue eyes. She offered him a shy smile, a rose tinge coating her cheeks. He gave her a lopsided grin in response.

There was an overwhelming feeling that drew Georgie to this stranger, it wasnt anything she had experienced before - not even when she had been with him.

A cold chilling suddenly rushed down her spine, almost like she had been standing in the rain falling outside. A pang of guilt filled her stomach, she dropped her gaze and bit her lip. How could she ever think of him like that, compare him to a stranger she didnt even know the name of.

A ring broke her train of thought, her phone lit up with Maisie's name. She inhaled slowly to ground her feelings before answering, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey Maise -"

"I've done it." She heard Maisie shout down the phone, followed by a relieved laugh.

"Done what, sorry." Georgie prompted, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the boys' eyes on her, resisting the urge to turn around; she closed the lid of her laptop and placed it in her bag.

"I've only gone and gotten us an event to go to this weekend." Maisie replied as casually as she could muster. Georgie paused. A large grin that would challenge the Cheshire cats'.

"Where and how?" Georgie felt a weight lift from her shoulders, it didn't matter what Maisie had signed them up for, it was a start. A fresh start.

"Look, I have a call with them any minute so I'll have to explain when you get back. It's at the Goodwood festival of speed." Maisie paused.

"Goodwood Festival of speed." Georgie echoed - she could hear ringing in the background.

"Got to go, final things to sort out. I'll see you later." With that she hung up, leaving a delighted Georgie frozen in place, until she found her senses and packed up as fast as she could. All thoughts of the boy across the room - gone.

He sat, puzzled, as he watched her rush out the door and into the rain - calling out a muffled 'thank you' as the door swung shut behind her. His brows drew together as he looked into his lap, before saying quietly to Jon: "It was the Goodwood Festival of Speed she just said, didn't she?"

"Yes." Jon answered shortly, looking down at him in fascination.

"Isn't that where I am this weekend?" Lando looked up, hope swelled in his chest.

"Yes, it is."

Lando looked longingly out of the window, beaming. He knew it was silly to get so hopeful - there were going to be thousands upon thousands swarming around Goodwood. He stood up and turned to Jon - "Lets go."

"But you haven't drank your smoothie -"

Lando was already at the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jon grabbed the smoothie and tittered, following after him.

You only live once, Lando thought. As it turns out he would get another chance this Saturday and this time he wasn't blowing it.

Chapter two: A new beginning

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[oumaheroes]

Congrats on 100+ followers, you deserve it! I love your blog and writing! For the writing-promp, how about some outsider pov fruk?

Reflections

Word Count: 1690

Characters: England, France - FrUK, America, Canada

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‘It’ll be fun!’

‘No, it won’t.’

‘Yes it will,’ America insists, leaning forward to get a better look at the screen. England’s face through the webcam is decidedly unimpressed.

‘I don’t like house parties,’ he says, but America can hear slight resignation already there in his voice and so pushes again to seal the deal.

‘Please? Come on man, it’ll be great. Right after the G20 meeting in Texas too so there’s no work to worry about; just stay one more day for it. And hey, if you don’t like it you can leave.’

England raises an eyebrow, ‘You invited me to stay withyou.’

America shrugs, unbothered, ‘Then don’t! Or, do- whatever. It’s up to you.’

England sighs and looks conflicted. America seizes the opportunity and goes in for the kill, ‘Everyone else will be there too; you don’t wanna get FOMO.’

‘I don’t get FOMO,’ England snaps, looking affronted, and America instantly knows he’s won, ‘But fine, if it means that much to you, I’ll come.’

America tries to school his face into something that doesn’t look too triumphant, ‘Awesome! Kay, so it’ll be casual, no need to dress up or be all fancy or anything.’

‘Yes yes,’ England waves a hand dismissively and shifts in his chair, ‘I know how a house party works. I do go to some, you know.’

‘Cool cool cool, just making sure.’ America can’t really picture England at the sort of house party he is thinking of, people lounging about on furniture and playing silly drinking games. But it must happen, he supposes- he’s seen England drunk in pubs before and he’s boisterous so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to imagine him in an even more casual setting.

Suddenly, America notes the darkness of England’s surroundings and checks the clock in the bottom corner of his screen, ‘Hey, it’s getting pretty late for you over there, isn’t it? I should let you go.’

England glances at his wrist, entirely ignoring the PC he’s using, ‘Yes, I suppose so. Okay, likely I’ll see you next month then.’

‘No backsies, you said yes,’ America reminds him.

England rolls his eyes, ‘I meant that I won’t see you until then, I already said I was coming; I’ll come.’

‘Good!’ America moves his mouse to end the call, ‘See you there, old man. Try to be fun.’

‘What is that supposed to-‘

‘Bye!’

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Canada glances about the room and nods, ‘It’s not bad.’

America reels back, ‘Not bad? Dude-‘ he gestures to the living room they’re in the doorway of and then to the pool outside, both places spilling over with nations chatting and enjoying themselves under the beat of the music, ‘-it’s more than not bad!’

It really was, in his humble opinion, probably one of his best in recent years. Nearly everyone had turned up who said they were going to and there had been a steady flow of conversation and dancing all night. America had scoped the place out every now and again, making rounds through the house to make sure there were no stragglers sitting somewhere on their own but there wasn’t a need for it- things had run smoothly without him needing to intervene and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. This is why he liked house parties, more than any other type of ‘function’. House parties had a more relaxed vibe, where no one felt the need to impress or do themselves up too much (unless you were one of the older ones, that is; it seemed that no matter what you told them they’d still arrive a bit more formally dressed than everyone else, as if they had some sort of inbuilt compulsion).

Things going so well was probably helped, too, by the fact that America had only invited friends and family. One, because inviting the entire world and putting them in one place anywhere would always result in some form of argument, but also because this was his house and he didn’t want it to get trashed, (regardless of what England had groused when he first arrived and had seen the condition of the place).

Canada shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, ‘I’ve been to better.’

America frowns, disappointed, before jostling his arm playfully when he notices the small, guilty shift of Canada’s eye, ‘Stop messing with me.’

Canada grins behind his cup and nudges him back, ‘Well, no one’s dead yet. That’s always good.’

‘Amen to that,’ America raises his glass in a toast which Canada meets and downs the rest of his drink, ‘Want a refill?’

‘Sure.’

‘Come on then, I ain’t your servant.’

Canada gives him a flat look but wordlessly follows America out of the living room and through to the kitchen. Australia’s there with Mexico, digging about in the lower cupboards for something and Denmark is showing Japan a video on his phone that’s making Japan’s eyes go almost unnaturally wide.

‘Alfred mate, what happened to those Tim Tams you promised me?’ Australia stands up from his crouch on the floor and looks at America reproachfully, ‘I feel swindled.’

America opens his mouth to speak but Canada cuts in first, ‘I hid them.’

America turns to him in confusion, ‘Why?’

‘Zea asked me to, seeing as they couldn’t come. Something about what you did to them at Christmas?’

Australia throws up his hands and scoffs, ‘Jesus fuck, when will they get over that. Where are did you put them? Come on, don’t be a dick, I promised Mexico some.’

Mexico shrugs delicately, ‘I don’t really care, to be honest. I just heard they were bad and wanted to see how bad.’

Australia looks down at her scandalised, ‘Who told you that?!’

She readjusts to sit properly on the floor, ‘People.’

‘Yeah, sorry, I’ll get them.’ Canada’s job has been carried out to the minimum requirement and America knows that he’s happy that he can now take himself out of the silly argument New Zealand and Australia have slyly pulled him into. He goes out of the kitchen, leaving his empty cup behind, and America follows him curiously through the hallway in the direction of the study.

‘What did Australia do to Zea at Christmas?’ America has missed out on England’s most recent yearly family function; he’d wanted to go surfing with Hawaii instead.

‘Don’t ask,’ Canada says tiredly, the air of an older sibling who had seen far too much. America is offended Canada hasn’t told him already. He opens his mouth to say as much when Canada goes to open the slightly ajar study door before stopping abruptly in the doorway, causing America to almost crash into him.

‘Hey, what-‘ Canada hurriedly squeezes America’s arm and tugs him sharply away in a warning for quiet, catching his eye before glancing into the room meaningfully. America peers around him into the study, wondering what he’s seen.

At first, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be looking at; it looks empty. The main study light is off, leaving the room lit only by one table lamp by the sofa that casts a warm, buttery glow about the place, softening the corners with shadows. He looks to Canada for help and Canada tilts his head in the direction of the French doors, eyebrows raised.

America follows his gaze and understands. The darkness outside has turned the glass to mirrors, reflecting the front of the old sofa that America could previously only see the back of. On it are England and France, curled up together with France’s head on England’s chest and England propped against the armrest, one knee brought up high for him to rest an elbow on. He has his other hand in France’s hair and is gently running his fingers through it, long languid strokes that feel entirely too intimate for America to process.

It’s a strange thing for him to see. He has accidentally caught England and France doing other things throughout his life but intimacy isn’t really something they display. They argue. They bicker. They fight and scream and laugh, sometimes, but they do not do this in front of other people, this gentleness. Neither of the two are what anyone could ever consider gentle, even France, for all his intentional touches and flirtations -the soft ghost of his hand on a shoulder or resting warm around a waist- are not this, not personal. France is very free with his physical affections but they are shallow things, meaningless and ordinary. There is something removed and detached about how he moves amongst crowds, gathering himself close about someone to brush against them as he stands that speaks of friendliness yes, but not closeness. Nothing special to note.

But here, curled on a sofa and unaware they are being watched, there are no guards up or cold pretences between them, just a natural, domestic openness that America finds oddly normal, for how little he has seen glimpses of it. England and France together are many things, have experienced every extreme and mundane state possible for two people to experience, and this side of them is just another shade, as hard as it is to find.

France tips his head back more and opens his eyes, crinkling their corners as he murmurs something low under the muted music that causes England’s lips to twitch into a rare, open smile. They could be anyone then, just two people on a sofa, young and mellow, and for a split-second America can’t see them as anything else. The warm mood hides their identity and blurs their age- familiar strangers tucked away on their own.

America jumps, startled, when Canada nudges him, an elbow into his side and he turns to find his brother gesturing with his head back into the hallway.

He agrees. America knows both England and France would be mortified to be caught like this, boneless and out of character around the person they often so openly despise, so it’s best to leave them as they are undisturbed.

Australia can wait, America will squeeze the truth out of Canada about Christmas and maybe take Zea’s side just for fun.

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AN:

Sorry for the wait anon, but I hope you see this and I hope that you like! Thanks for the ask and for your kind words, this was a lovely prompt and I really liked thinking about how I could do this justice ;u;

<3

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[arvinsescape]

Miscommunication

A/N: Longer one! I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Harrison has an idea which leads to Tom and reader enganging in a friends with benefits relationship and as always is the case manage to miscommunicate their feelings.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs (Weed smoking, i do not judge but please be safe if engaging in drug use), smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, high sex (minors DNI) and swearing.

W/C: 7K.

You’d been friends with Tom and Harrison for years, you were the only girl that lived with the boys and you loved it. Although you were close to the other boys, nothing really compared to how close you were with Tom and Haz. Mostly Tom, it’d always been different between the two of you, but recently it’d been awkward. Of course having somewhat of an undisclosed friends with benefits relationship would do that to you. You’d both been trying however to make things less awkward and tried your hardest to keep things normal, not that that was working.

You remembered how this had all started, a couple years back you, Haz and Tom had been smoking some weed, not that it was something any of you did anymore but you know being young and all that. It was a rare night that it was just the three of you in and Haz had suggested doing it. It was all going as usual; it wasn’t like you’d not smoked it together before. You and Tom were more flirty than usual with each other but nothing necessarily out of the ordinary.

“Do you wanna know what I miss?” Harrison suddenly said as he took a drag of the joint before passing it to you.

“What’s that?” Tom asked as you passed him the joint after taking a couple drags yourself. You could all feel that familiar buzz of being high.

“Sex.” Harrison said and you and Tom hummed in agreement.

“God, yeah. I don’t think I’ve had a date who’s managed to finish me off recently.” You laughed.

“Selfish fuckers.” Tom muttered, passing the joint back to Harrison.

“Seriously? You’ve not gotten off?” Harrison asked.

“Well yeah but not because of another man, all my own work.” You laughed, when you said you were close to the boys, you really meant it. You literally discussed everything.

“That’s ridiculous! You should get them told!” Harrison said loudly before passing the joint back to you. You took a few drags before passing it back to Tom.

“No point. Most of them got themselves off and left before I had a chance.” You muttered.

“You mean they didn’t even engage in foreplay?” Tom asked. You were all quite high at this point.

“Nope.” You said popping the ‘p’.

“I have an idea if you’re up for it?” Harrison said as he eyed you and Tom carefully.

“What?” Tom asked as he gave Harrison the last of the joint.

“We should have sex.” Harrison said and you laughed.

“What like a threesome?” You asked him as he stubbed out the joint.

“Yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We’re all close and I don’t see the harm. Don’t worry Y/N, I’m not gonna fall hopelessly in love with you.” He teased. You looked at Tom who’d been quiet.

“I mean I don’t know Haz. Wouldn’t that be crossing a line?” You asked. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, the idea of a good orgasm had you feeling quite horny. You’d heard enough from their past girlfriends to know you’d have a good time. You just worried it’d change the dynamic of the friendship.

“Y/N I have literally walked in on you getting yourself off before.” Harrison stated as you blushed at the memory. “It’d just be a one-time thing. We’ve literally all said we miss it and what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t help each other out?” Harrison said. You supposed he had a point. You were all close, having a seemingly unbreakable bond. “Tom? Thoughts?” Harrison asked.

“I mean I’m game. Only if you’re completely comfortable though darling?” He turned to you.

“Why the fuck not.” You threw your hands up as you let all the worries leave your mind.

“Come on then darling.” Tom said as he gave you a smile and held out his hand for you, which you gladly took. The three of making your way into your room. Harrison had plopped down onto your bed, already taking his shirt off. Before you could join him Tom took your hand and spun you back to face him.

You looked at him confused before he placed both his hands on your face and looked into your eyes, almost like he was searching for something but at this point both your eyes were dilated so you wasn’t sure what it was. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, so that’s what he was looking for, any hesitation. He wasn’t going to find it.

“I’m sure.” You smiled back at him as he grinned. He leant forward carefully and connected your lips; it was almost explosive. It felt good, in a way you hadn’t expected it to. Not that you didn’t think kissing Tom would feel good, you just didn’t think it’d be this good. You decided that it might have been the buzz from the weed and the sensation of having someone kiss you properly for the first time in a while.

He backed you up carefully until the backs of your knees hit the bed. That’s when you suddenly remembered Harrison as he took the back of you hips in his hands and pulled you to sit next to him. Your lips left Tom’s and you instantly missed them.

Harrisons lips peppered kisses down your neck and you rolled your head to the side allowing him more access. His hands went to the hem of your shirt and he pulled it over your head. He easily unclasped your bra and threw both garments onto the floor. He was still kissing your neck when your eyes met Tom’s. He was looking at you in a way you couldn’t decipher.

You reached a hand out to him and he took it before you pulled him closer to you. You missed his touch in a way you’d rather not think about. Probably the weed and the flirtatious relationship you had with him. Harrison shifted over on the bed to take his sweats off and Tom joined you at your other side.

Weed sensations or not, kissing Tom felt good and you couldn’t help but pull him back in for another kiss. You felt him smile into it as he pushed you lightly to lie on your back. He climbed on top of you, straddling you and disconnected your lips for a second to take his own shirt off. That’s when you felt Harrison remove your shorts. He placed a few kisses to your calves as he went. Tom had brought his lips to your neck as he sucked and licked at the base of it. This elicited the first moan from you.

“Fuck.” Tom muttered as he moved his lips further up your neck, kissing, biting and licking as he went. Harrison reappeared at the side of you both, he was led on his side looking at you both, completely naked now and you were just in your underwear.

“What do you want Y/N/N?” Harrison asked and you looked at him for a moment. You had both of them and like previously mentioned, you’d heard things from previous girlfriends about how good they both were and not just with their cocks. You licked your lips as you felt your mouth go dry.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” You answered honestly, you really didn’t, you could feel yourself dripping in anticipation.

“Want me to go down on you or Tom?” He asked and Tom’s eyes suddenly snapped to yours. You’d once had one of Harrison’s girlfriends tell you how it was something he was very good at and this was about pleasure right? So you started there.

“You.” You answered as you looked back at Harrison. He gave a small nod and a quick peck on the forehead, almost headbutting Tom in the process. “Sorry mate.” He muttered as you laughed. Tom moved off you and essentially took Harrisons spot. He went back to kissing your neck and it made you let out quiet whimpers. Tom groaned. You felt as Harrison took your underwear off and moaned when his tongue licked a hot stripe through your heat. “Fuck.” You muttered. Tom continued his assault on your neck, he’d found your sweet spot now and it made the whole experience that much more mind blowing.

Harrison brought his mouth to your clit and licked gently. It sent fire coursing through you and you moaned again. He continued to lick and suck in a way that made your orgasm build in a steady manner. Fuck, it felt amazing. Tom brought his hand to your breast and rolled your nipple between his fingers only adding to the sensation, you were a moaning mess. Tom trailed his kisses up your neck to your ear.

“You sound so fucking pretty.” He groaned into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. His voice was husky and full of lust. Harrison brought two fingers down to your dripping heat and inserted them as Tom kissed back down your body. He took the breast he wasn’t holding into his mouth and sucked and licked at your nipple.

You’d never felt pleasure like it and it clouded your mind completely. Harrison felt you tightening around his fingers and disconnected his mouth for a second.

“You gonna come Y/N/N?” He asked you frantically nodded. He laughed lightly as he brought his mouth back down to your clit, sucking more harshly, you could feel that familiar coil tightening inside you and it was far better than when you’d gotten yourself off. Harrison had been building you up slowly and you knew your orgasm was going to be earth shattering.

You couldn’t explain what was going through your mind but you wanted Tom to say something to you again. There was something about the way he spoke that sent shivers down your spine in a way you’d not experienced before, it was like its own form of pleasure. You couldn’t stop yourself as you tugged on his hair and brought him back up to your face.

He looked at you confused for a second before he leant down and whispered in your ear.

“What do you need?” It was so husky and filled with lust that it almost rendered you speechless.

“I want- talk to me Tom.” You mumbled back. He chuckled and it sounded so smug that if it was any other situation you’d have smacked him lightly on the head.

“You like it when I tell you how pretty your moans are? How fucking hot you sound. Could listen to these moans all day princess.” Princess that sent a wave of pleasure straight to your centre. Harrison was continuing his assault with his fingers and mouth and you were so close to the edge at this point, that coil was wound so tight at this point, you just needed a small push into oblivion. “You gonna come for Harrison? Be a good girl and come for him?”

“I’ve got you princess, come on, let go.” There it was. That shove off the edge of a cliff that sent you crashing into the waves beneath. You were a moaning mess as the pleasure took over, you could feel your legs shaking as Harrison rode you through your high with his fingers as Tom continued to whisper into your ear. It was quite possibly the longest orgasm you’d ever had.

“Such a good girl. So good for Harrison princess. That’s right, tell him how good he’s making you feel.” His words had such an effect on that you couldn’t really describe it. How could someone turn you on so much just by talking? You wondered if Tom could bring you to an orgasm just by talking to you. Again though, could be the weed and the sensation Harrison had given you. You didn’t dwell on it too much.

When you came down from your high, Harrison had re-joined you at the top of the bed and Tom was now as naked as the two of you.

“How was that? Please tell me that made up for some of those shitty experiences with those selfish fuckers?” Harrison laughed as he moved a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“Amazing, thank you.” You answered.

“Make sure you don’t settle for less in future. That’s how all those men should be treating you.” Harrison said sincerely. You smiled at him and he leant down to kiss you. You could lightly taste yourself on him. He sat up against the headboard and you followed.

“So who do you want inside you?” Harrison asked as Tom sat next to you, he was placing open mouthed kisses against your shoulder blade. You wondered for a moment if he felt something a bit more in this moment but quickly shook it off.

“Tom. Seems fair, I picked you last time.” You answered and Harrison laughed and you thought you felt Tom tense slightly next to you but you couldn’t decipher why and you were all still high so maybe you were imagining it.

“True. You okay giving blowjobs?” Harrison asked. “Or is that something you don’t enjoy? It’s okay if not.” He said sincerely.

“No I’m good. I quite like it.” You laughed.

Tom moved you so you were on your front and Harrison moved himself so you could take his cock into your mouth. Tom lifted your hips up and you felt his breath against your ear again as he leant over you. “You want me to wear a condom?” He asked as he kissed your temple.

“Nah, I’m on the pill.” You said and he groaned before moving himself back up. His hands were on your hips and he slipped into you. Fuck, that felt good.

“Shit, fuck. You’re tight.” Tom moaned. You took Harrison’s length into your mouth as you began to slowly lick and suck his cock as he threw his head back in pleasure as he moaned. You were moaning around him every time Tom’s hips snapped back to your own. You reached down to play with Harrisons balls as his hips moved off the bed, shoving his length further down your throat.

“Fuck me, that’s good.” He moaned. You could feel that coil again and you sucked and licked Harrisons cock to bring him further to the edge, his hands were in your hair now. Your clit was aching again and you felt yourself tighten around Tom which made him moan out.

“Shit Y/N/N, I’m gonna come.” Harrison warned and you continued until you felt hot streams of his come enter your mouth and you swallowed, slowly bringing him down from his high. He slipped from your mouth and calmed himself down. You were so close.

Before you could process what was happening, Tom was leant over you again, lips pressed back to your ear as his hips continued to snap into you, it was fast and hard.

“Taking me so well princess. Wanna feel you come around my cock.” His hand snaked round and started rubbing your clit, causing you to cry out. You were tightening around him as you came closer and closer to your high. “Come on princess, come for me. I’ve got you. Fuck. Come around my cock darling, come on.” It was all the invitation you needed as you reached your second high of the night. Tom following shortly after with a moan of your name.

Once you’d all calmed down and cleaned up you thought it was going to be awkward but it wasn’t.

“Dam, that was fucking good.” Harrison said and you and Tom hummed in agreement. “Don’t worry Y/N/N, I’m not hopelessly in love with you now.” Harrison teased and you laughed as you punched his arm.

“Thank you. That was amazing.” You said.

“It sure was. Just what we all needed I think. I should become a doctor, finding the remedy for shit.” Harrison spoke as you laughed. Tom had been quiet but he looked content enough.

“Tom, you okay?” You asked, it was like you’d pulled him from his thoughts as he looked at you.

“Yeah, that was incredible.” He said before pulling you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

“Well, I’m fucking starving, I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Harrison said as he got off the bed and dressed himself, leaving the room.

When you went to speak to Tom again he was asleep. You stayed like that all night, sleeping in each other’s embrace and you couldn’t help the small smile that you had on your face.

It was an amazing night, Tom and Harrison definitely making up for the orgasms you’d not received. That was it for you and Haz, it never happened again, six months later he got together with his current girlfriend. Nothing between you and Haz changed, it all stayed the same. You and Harrison had spoken about how fun it was as if it you’d just been to the cinema together.

You and Tom however, didn’t talk about it and you thought for a while he regretted it. Until a month later.

You’d found yourself with Tom again. Harrison out on a date and the other boys had gone out for the night. You were yet again in the living room smoking weed.

“So the other night was fun.” Tom said and you furrowed your brows.

“The other night?” You wanted clarification. You’d not done anything recently.

“You, me and Haz.” He said as he took the joint from you before taking a drag.

“That was like a month ago! I thought you meant something more recently.” You laughed.

“Still fun though.” Tom shrugged his shoulders. Your feelings for Tom had recently taken a bit of a turn, shifting from platonic. You started to notice just how attractive he was, not that you hadn’t always found him attractive but recently it was the little things.

“It was.” You agreed pulling yourself from your thoughts. You had that familiar buzz.

“You and Haz done it since?” He asked as he handed you the joint shifting closer to you.

“No.” You said as you caught his eye. You were staring at each other now. “Why?” You asked.

“Just curious.” He said as he reached over and played with a strand of your hair.

“Would you have been jealous if I’d have said yes?” You teased and he shrugged.

“Not necessarily. Just wondered if it was something you’d be into again.” He said.

“I think Haz might have a girlfriend.” You laughed.

“Well he’s going on a few dates with her but I don’t think he’s asked her out yet.” Tom rambled. “But I wasn’t necessarily talking about it being all three of us again.”

“What me and you?” You asked as you blew smoke out of your lips and passed him the joint back.

“Well yeah. It was fun and nothing bad came out of it.” Tom shrugged in response.

“No strings attached?” You said, you should’ve known this wouldn’t end well.

“No strings attached.” He’d agreed.

And you did it again. And again. And again until you lost count. You always found yourself in the same position, you’d smoke weed, you’d fuck and you’d continue to not talk about it in between. The no strings attached didn’t last very long and you found yourself in love with the brown eyed, brown haired boy. Until a year ago every time you slept with each other it’d involved weed, until you both decided to knock it on the head and you were sure that’d be the end of your late nights. That didn’t last long either.

“I miss what we used to do when we were high you know?” Tom said one night when you were watching a film in your room.

“What the ridiculous conversations or the fucking?” You laughed.

“Don’t say it like that. Makes it sound like I don’t care at all.” Tom groaned. Your heart started racing at that.

“What you mean you had feelings?” You asked carefully. Was he trying to say he felt the same?

“You are my best friend love. Of course I care. Fucking makes it sound like a completely meaningless experience.” He clarified.

“What would you call it then? Making love?” You teased but you were hoping he’d see through it.

“Well no but I wouldn’t calling it fucking either. Having sex, let’s just settle on that.” Oh. Your heart sunk he didn’t feel the same.

“Why you bringing it up?” You asked.

“I told you. I miss doing it.” He shrugged.

“Okay but why bring it up just to say that?” You asked cautiously.

“I don’t know was thinking we could carry on, well whatever it was.” He said.

You’re not sure what made you agree in that moment, you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea with you being in love with him and him basically admitting he wasn’t with you. Not in the same way anyway. But you did and it was fun but it did nothing for your feelings towards him, if anything it made being normal with him hard, fighting the urge to kiss him at random points during the day. It wasn’t so bad as usually you’d cuddle after your encounters, which had always led you to believe he maybe felt something more for you and you could live out your little fantasy but six months ago things took a different shift.

Tom was on top of you, and he was sucking your sweet spot that he had become very accustomed with. You were moaning in pleasure. You were both naked and he had his fingers pounding in and out of you. He brought his thumb up to your clit as he rubbed and that coil was back.

“So good for me princess.” That nickname was going to kill you, you were sure of it. “Gonna come? Be a good girl and come for me. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make.” You moaned out his name as you went crashing through your high. You panicked for a second because you’d never said his name before. It was always on the tip of our tongue but you always bit it back. He moved his face to look at you and kissed your cheek, the panic settling. He brought you down from your high as you regained your breath.

You pushed him back down onto the bed as you climbed on top of him. You sunk down onto his length and you both sighed in pleasure. You gave yourself a minute before you started rolling your hips against him. Fuck he felt good. You moaned as you lost yourself in the pleasure and you couldn’t bite his name back anymore.

“Fuck Tom, that feels so good.” He moaned in response as he moved to sit up. He brought his arms around your waist and before you could ask him what he was doing, your back hit the mattress and he followed, not slipping out of you. You thought he was going to move again but he didn’t and you couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful and soft brown eyes. You were so in love with him it made your heart ache.

“You’re so beautiful.” He muttered as he ran a finger down your cheek and you closed your eyes at his softness. This felt like new territory and you tried not to get swept up in it. He doesn’t feel the same. You could feel the tears building but bit your lip to hold them back. He was yours. In these short moments he was yours you had to keep reminding yourself. He still hadn’t moved.

He rolled his hips slowly against yours, this was new. Normally it was quick thrusts to each other chasing highs. Your heart swelled slightly, it felt good. “Fuck b- princess you feel so good around me.” Did he nearly say something else? You couldn’t be sure; your mind was clouded with pleasure. He continued rocking his hips slowly against yours.

He grasped your hand in his and moved it them next to your head on the bed, interlocking your fingers. This was definitely new and it almost fixed the ache in your chest for him. He rutted his hips against yours and you were moaning against him, he was completely consuming your thoughts and you couldn’t stop the string of moans laced with his name.

“Fuck princess.” His thrusts were getting harder and sloppier now. “Fucking feel amazing for me. So pretty, fucking gorgeous.” His words were having a new effect on you and the coil in your stomach tightened so fast. “Shit.” Tom moaned as he brought his free hand down to your clit and rubbed furiously. You moaned his name again. “Fuck princess. Y/N/N, I’m gonna come. Fuck baby!” He moaned as he spilled into you.

That name was all it took as your coil snapped and you were thrown into one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had. It hit you hard and you swear you heard Tom say something but you didn’t hear it, so consumed with pleasure, it had completely taken over as he rode you through your highs.

He pulled out and cleaned you both up fast as lightening. You were still breathing hard. You waited for him to join you like he usually did, but he didn’t. When you looked at him he was getting dressed and before you could say anything he’d gone. You’d felt the shift in that encounter, it felt, loving? But you must have been wrong.

You’d had to go and stay with a friend for a week after it happened. You cried for four days before you stopped, needing another three days to work up the courage to face Tom again. Harrison had rung you on the second day.

“Where are you?” He asked concerned.

“At Lisa’s.” You said.

“Why?”

“I just, look I need a breather.” You said as you sniffled.

“What’s happened?” He asked voice full of concern.

“Me and Tom carried on sleeping together.” You said.

“Yeah, I know he told me last year.” Harrison said. “But wait I thought you’d stopped?” He asked.

“No.” You felt tears again. “We carried on an for months Haz, I’m in love with him.” You told him.

“Oh.” Was all you got back. “Did you tell him?”

“No but last time we had sex it felt different like I don’t know more tender, loving? But he just left straight after and I know I shouldn’t be upset but it just hurt.”

Harrison sighed at the other end.

“Have you talked to Tom?” He asked carefully.

“No, I don’t want to yet.” You said.

“You should talk to him.” Was all he said before you both said your goodbyes.

You’d worked up the courage to talk to him, you figured your relationship was already going to be awkward so you decided to take the bull by the horns.

You returned back to the house greeting all the boys as you sat next to Harrison on the couch.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked him and he looked at you with a sad smile.

“Upstairs.” He said. “With his new girlfriend.” Your heart shattered.

It’d been awkward for the last few months; you and Tom didn’t really talk much anymore and you hated this place you’d found yourself in. You wanted more than anything to talk to him, get back to normal but you weren’t sure that was achievable anymore.

“Okay never have I ever?” Harry suggested, ripping you from your thoughts. You were currently engaged in a drinking night with all the boys and their respective girlfriends. It was a little awkward because the boys didn’t really like Tom’s new girlfriend, she seemed off but none of you could put your finger on it.

“I’m game.” Tom’s girlfriend said as she eyed you. This confused you but you let it go. You knew she didn’t like you.

“Sure.” You shrugged and the rest agreed.

You went a few rounds; the typical questions being asked until it was Tom’s girlfriends turn. She eyed you in a way you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Never have I ever had high sex with another person in this room.” She said and she smiled smugly at you. You knew the only other person that knew of your sleeping arrangements was Harrison’s girlfriend. What was she doing? Tom looked at her carefully and Harrison looked at you. You didn’t do anything.

“Come on Y/N. It’s no fun if you lie.” She taunted you.

“What are you on about? She hasn’t slept with anyone in this room.” Harry defended you.

“Has she not? Come on, let’s play fair.” She taunted and Tom looked at you.

“Oh fuck it.” Harrison whispered before downing his drink.

“WHAT? No way” Tuwaine suddenly said. “You and Y/N? I though it’d have been Tom if anyone” He said. You gulped, you couldn’t break eye contact with Tom for a second. Haz’s girlfriend was eyeing Tom’s carefully. What was she doing?

“It was a one-time thing.” Harrison shrugged. “Next question.” Harrison quickly tried to move on.

“Wait a second because that’s not entirely true is it?” Tom’s girlfriend said again. You couldn’t keep your eyes from Tom’s.

“Drop it yeah? It’s obviously and uncomfortable topic.” Harry said suddenly feeling the tension.

“Fine. I have another question anyway.” She smirked.

“Fucking hell.” Sam grumbled next to you.

“Babe.” Tom warned, trying to get her to stop.

“No, I mean I wanna see her drink, she didn’t drink to that last one which was unfair and not at all the aim of the game.”

“Seriously leave it.” Olivia, Harrisons girlfriend said.

“Fucking hell it’s no fun if you don’t get the real secrets out is it? Never have I ever been in a friends with benefits relationship with another person in this room. Harrison said it was a one-time thing so he can’t help her this time. Just be honest, it’s not like it’ll matter.” She sneered and Tom looked at you and you were almost begging him for help with your eyes.

“Okay, maybe we leave this yeah? It was a dumb idea.” Harry said. “Whoever did or didn’t have a friends with benefits relationship isn’t our business.”

“You’re not even curious?” Tom’s girlfriend laughed. You really hated this woman.

“No. I’m not.” Harry and Tuwaine said in unison. The tension was unbelievably high at this point and everyone could feel it.

“You don’t need to embarrass her like that. If she doesn’t want everyone to know she doesn’t want everyone to know.” Sam said.

“I’m not just embarrassing her though in fairness, Tom care to say anything?” She suddenly turned to him and his face dropped.

“What are you doing? I told you that in confidence.” Tom said slowly. Everyone was eyeing the two of you now. They all knew there was tension they just didn’t know why. Until now and suddenly your feelings for him were becoming more obvious, the boys weren’t stupid, you knew they’d know.

“I think that’s enough.” Harrison warned. You felt tears in your eyes and Tom’s girlfriend eyed you one last time before smiling in a way that made your stomach sink.

“Never have I ever been in love with Tom Holland and currently still are.” She said as she sipped her drink, eyes not leaving yours.

You slammed your drink down as you felt the tears leave your eyes. You were incredibly embarrassed and your heart hurt. As you left the room you heard a chorus of different responses, everyone was pissed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harrison.

“That was low.” Sam.

“Why would you do that?” Harry.

“That was fucking rude.” Tuwaine. Not a single word from Tom. You ran up to your bedroom and slammed the door, tears now falling fast and hard down your face. You heard a knock at the door.

“Not in the mood.” You called back.

“Y/N/N. It’s me.” Olivia said. You could trust her, you’d grown as close to her as you had Harrison, she was lovely and she had come to you when Harrison had told her about that night and let you know she was okay about it. You knew she’d listen and not judge. You mumbled a quiet ‘come in.’

“Are you okay?” She said quietly as she shut the door and made her way onto the bed taking you into her arms.

“No.” You cried.

“She had no right to do that. I’m so sorry. Harrison is giving her a right earful.” She laughed and it pulled a half-hearted laugh from you.

“What is her problem? I didn’t do anything to her.”

“Jealous I would have thought.”

“Why? She’s his girlfriend not me.”

“I know.”

“It was always different with me and Tom.” You said, you’d never really discussed your encounters with Tom, choosing to keep them a secret.

“How’d you mean?” She asked as she rubbed your back.

“Like when we all slept together, you know Harrison included, Haz left he wanted food but Tom stayed with me. He cuddled me all night. There wasn’t an encounter that didn’t involve falling asleep together and I thought maybe that meant something. Me and Haz actually talked about what happened but me and Tom never did, not unless it was to start up again and even then it wasn’t a proper conversation. It just always felt like something more was there you know, but neither of us said anything.” You cried before taking a deep breath to continue your rant.

“I thought maybe he felt the same but then I’m pretty sure he outright denied it. I don’t know why I kept sleeping with him. It was like I was addicted to the heart break because while we were having sex it was like I could have him. Then the day after I’d find myself crying over the boy I’d continually let break my heart.” You cried into her shoulder and it felt good to get it off your chest.

“He was in love with you, you know.” Olivia said quietly and you raised your head eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“He told Haz, about a year ago.” She clarified.

“I know Tom told me last year.”

“Did you tell him?”

“You should talk to him.”

You remembered what Harrison had said and hadn’t thought much of it until now.

“Not anymore.” You said.

“Well I don’t know for certain and he hasn’t said anything to Haz but I’m pretty sure he is.” Olivia said and you furrowed your brows. You heard a knock on your door and sniffled again. Olivia got up to see who was interrupting the heart to heart.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea you coming in here.” Olivia said softly.

“Just let me talk to her Olivia. Please?” Tom.

Olivia looked back at you and you sighed but nodded. She let him in and he slowly made his way over to you. He sat next to you awkwardly and Olivia looked at you.

“You gonna be okay?” She asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded and sniffled.

“Okay, I’m gonna make sure dickhead is gone.” She said before turning to Tom. “No offence Tom.” She added and Tom waved her off with a small laugh as she left.

It was awkward and you didn’t know what to say. You were thankful he spoke first.

“Okay, to save more miscommunication. I heard everything you said.” He said slowly.

“Oh.” You said.

“Which means I also heard what Olivia told you.” He added and you looked at him.

“It’s okay Tom. You don’t feel the same anymore, it’s okay I’ll get over it.” You shrugged. You wanted to save yourself some heartbreak.

“You don’t know I’m here to say that.” He reasoned and you sniffled as a fresh wave of tears came.

“Please don’t try and let me down gently Tom. That’ll hurt more.” You cried and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your head into his lap, running his fingers through your hair.

“You didn’t hear what I said six months ago?” He asked and you turned to look up at him eyebrows furrowed, still sniffling.

“What? You didn’t say anything?” You were confused now.

“I told you I was in love with you. That’s why I left.” He clarified.

It hit you hard and you swear you heard Tom say something but you didn’t hear it.

“That’s what you said? I never heard you.”

“Oh.” Tom sighed as he stroked his finger across your cheek.

“Why’d you leave?”

“I was so fucking scared you wouldn’t feel the same. I thought I’d just ruined everything but I couldn’t help it, I let it slip.” He sighed.

“How could you not know I was in love with you?” You asked.

“I could ask you the same.” He said with a small laugh.

“I thought- when I made the joke about making love and you said you wouldn’t call it that, I just assumed.”

“I didn’t wanna ruin it Y/N/N. You said you continually let me break your heart but did you ever stop for a second to think that maybe I was doing the same with you?” He asked as he smiled at you. You sat up as you looked at him. Had you really miscommunicated so badly?

“Then you left.” Tom continued. “I thought you’d heard me and done a runner because you didn’t feel the same. I felt so heartbroken and I couldn’t bare to ring you and hear you say it so I thought I could just date someone else and maybe my feelings would go away. Dick move I know, but that didn’t work.” He smiled sadly at you and you lent your head against his shoulder.

“So that last time was different?” You asked.

“Baby, I was making love to you. I let myself go there for the first time, you said my name and it drove me fucking crazy so I let myself actually make love to you and then I fucking spilled my feelings for you and now look where we are.” He laughed and you joined him. Baby that made your heart do a backflip.

“I still don’t understand why that made your girlfriend so mad. I mean unless you told her you were in love with me.” You said.

“I didn’t tell her I was in love with you. She was sort of okay about it, didn’t want me to hang out with you as much and I hated myself for that but then I fucked up and tonight happened.” He said.

You furrowed your brows again. “Why? What did you do?” You pried.

“I said your name. In bed last night. I didn’t think she heard me because she didn’t say anything but she must have done.”

“Oh Tom.” You smiled as you took his face in your hands. You looked into his eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself, you closed the distance between the two of you and your lips connected. He took your face into his hands and smiled into the kiss. After a good few minutes he pulled away. “How long?” You asked and he furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked.

“Fuck, since just before the first time I ever slept with you.” He laughed. He’d been in love with you longer than you had him. That’s why he always fell asleep cuddling you, it was those looks you couldn’t decipher, it all made sense now.

“That’s when I started to get feelings for you.” You said and he nodded.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you.” You smiled and he peppered your face with kisses before softly pushing you onto your back on the bed climbing on top of you. You smiled up at him.

“Wanna try the making love thing again? But properly this time?” He asked.

“Aren’t you still a taken man?” You sighed.

“Fuck no. Whether I was in love with you or not I wouldn’t have stayed with her after that shit. You’re still my best friend you know. Unless of course we’re talking about being taken by you.” He laughed and you joined him.

“You want me to be yours?” You smiled.

“Fucking hell, did i miscommunicate that badly as well.” He groaned as he laughed.

“You have my heart Tom, please don’t break it.”

“And you have mine. I promise i’ll never break it again.” He promised as he leant down and placed his lips over yours.

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BSD Chapter 91

The chapter is called “We are back to the Detective Agency again”

A rather calm chapter compared to the pain we had last month. I am hoping it is not the calm before the storm. This is gonna be long because I can’t pick what part is important and what is not... Every dialogues seem necessary to the story...

Neither my English nor Japanese is perfect (and to be honest my mind is not being very clear today because I have been gaming too much over the last 2 days lol) so please forgive me if I make some mistakes.

SPOILERS AHEAD

- Atsushi and Kyouka find themselves at the ADA office. They meet Kunikida and are very surprised because the place sure has been sealed off by the government. Kunikida tells Atsushi to look out of the window so he does and finds nothing outside. Ranpo explains that the place is just a fake one created by Poe’s ability for them to hold a meeting, about the strategy to defeat the enemy.

- Fukuzawa and Yosano are there too. Atsushi feels touched seeing everyone together after a long time and he feels like he would not lose to any enemies. Kunikida tells Atsushi that it is not time to be moved to tears. Atsushi thinks it is very calm of Kunikida, until Kunikida explain that he is that calm because he has already cried for 2 hours. 

- Kyouka suddenly tells Atsushi that she could sense more people in the room and that there must be intruders. She uses Yasha Shirayuki to stab through the table with her swords and finds Tanizaki and Kenji hiding under the table. Turned out they were hiding there because they wanted to surprise Atsushi. Kenji tells Atsushi that when they were hiding at the safe house that Mafia prepared, a liaison person came to meet them and told them to reunite with the rest of the ADA. That liaison was Mori himself, and he went that far to help because Mafia was in a bad situation and ADA’s plan was important to PM too. 

- The meeting starts with Ranpo explaining the situation to everyone. The Decays of Angel has entered the last stage of their plan, spreading the “vampire” disease all over the world. The armies of sixteen countries have fallen. And the rests are having their hands full, because they can’t imagine how many “vampires” are lurking inside their own armies. 

- Ranpo then tells everyone that Bram is the source of the apocalypse and Fukuzawa adds that Bram used to be called one of the world’s ten disasters. Many years ago, he fought Fukuchi and was sealed by the holy sword, but looking at the situation now, that was probably just a part of Fukuchi’s plan.

- Tanizaki asks Ranpo if they did that to bring chaos to the world. Ranpo answers that it is impossible because there are still the headquarters of the ability users in Europe. If England, France and Germany decide to go all out then the world would be back to normal in half a year, even though it means a lot of countries will be erased. What the Decays of Angel is really aiming for is the weapon “One Order”, one of the three “big disasters” that were created during the Great War, a weapon used for mental control. 

- Ranpo asks everyone in the room how many bullets they think it would take to kill one enemy in the warfield, and to everyone’s surprised, the number is about 50,000. Because most of the soldiers do not really aim at the enemy when they shoot. They don’t want to see their own bullet kill a person. Even if that is a war and that killing someone with your bullet is an “ordinary” thing, most people are not able to stand that. To fix that, the army has trained people to “shoot by reflex without thinking”, but that method left a burden on the returned soldier and led to many suicides. That is the reason why a need for a tool to protect the soldiers in a “humanly” way arose. That was when One Order was created.

- Fukuzawa explains that One Order is similar to his ability, as it has effects on one’s subordinates. In One Order’s case, it can make one’s subordinates act exactly as they are ordered. One Order is like a radio device used by the superior. When a subordinate is ordered through One Order, their body will move as if it is a part of the superior and automatically carry out the order. The soldier is then freed from guilts and doubts because they now can tell that it is actually their superior who pulled the trigger. 

- One Order was first created with that purpose, a “kind” weapon. However, people then realized that it was a very dangerous device that can lead to a “coup d’etat” (government overthrow) if used by a top commander. The weapon was sealed and its creator was killed off. It was not destroyed in case a terror like this time happened. Fukuchi was previously made the Commander of the “Human Army”. The countries will hand One Order to him in the hope that he would use that to defeat the vampires. However, it is all according to his plan. If he gets One Order, then all the armies in the world will fall into his hand. The Decays of Angel plan, in short, is “World Domination”. 

- Since One Order will be handed to Fukuchi in the next 20 hours, if ADA can stop that, it will be their win. And Ranpo is explaining his plan.   

The chapter ends here. The next one seems promising. I’m excited to see what Ranpo has planned against Fukuchi. Thank you for reading until the end. 

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #spoilers #bsd spoilers #edogawa ranpo #fukuzawa yukichi #nakajima atsushi #izumi kyouka #tanizaki junichirou #miyazawa kenji #chapter 91 #kunikida doppo #summary

[wherethingscomebackx]

Top 25 Larry Fics of 2020

h 2020 was HELLISH. So thank you to all the writers, and I mean ALL of them, who kept us occupied as the world continues to burn.

You may be familiar with these lists:

Top 25 Larry fics of 2016

Top 25 Larry fics of 2017

Top 25 Larry fics of 2018

Top 25 Larry fics of 2019

We’re going on our 5th year!!  As always, I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is Larry. I like making lists and I like Larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2020 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

25.) a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

24.) even the best laid plans by @falsegoodnight (25k)

“Anyways,” Louis stresses, narrowing his eyes, “just let me say it and then rate how terrible of an idea it is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Alright,” Zayn agrees, sitting up expectantly.

“I want to ask Harry Styles to take my virginity,” Louis blurts, holding his hands out for emphasis.

The way Zayn’s eyes bulge is almost comical. “Negative infinity,” he says, voice choked. “Negative infinity times negative infinity.”

“Technically, a negative times a negative is -”

“Really negative infinity,” Zayn corrects himself, shaking his head wildly. “Louis, what the fuck?”

-

Or, Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

23.) A Distant Hazy Light by @greenfeelings (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

22.) Ghost Note Symphony by whoknows (96k)

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago.

It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to.

That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

21.) Until by @allwaswell16 (38k)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

20.) Strangers in Love by sweetums (42k)

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

-

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

19.) A Long Way From The Playground by Pink_Sunsets (170k)

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

18.) my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) by @falsegoodnight (27k)

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asks. “My shift ends at 7 but we can go for dinner at 8.”

Louis is silent for a few seconds and then, “Like… on a date?”

Harry swallows thickly. He hasn’t done this in years, hasn’t ever wanted to. “Yeah.”

He’s worried he’s misread things but then Louis raises his head to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Yeah,” he says easily. “Sure.”

Tension leaves his body swiftly. “Are you sure?” asks Harry. “I know we’re both so busy but I can’t not try with you, Lou.”

“Neither can I,” says Louis. “I think we can figure it out. I care about you a lot Harry. We’ve known each other for a week, but I already like you so much.”

-

Or Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

17.) Cocaine for Breakfast by @harryeatsburger (309k)

“It’s an easy job.” He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. “Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic.”

Louis gazes over to Harry. He’s looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he’s talking more to himself than Louis.

“Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing.”

That’s not how Louis remembers it to be, “You lying?” He honestly can’t tell.

Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes.

“No,” He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, “I won’t put you in any dangerous situation.” His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth.

or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

16.) Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren (4k)

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

15.) the way the storm blows by @rbbsbb (21k)

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

14.) bruise you like a peach by @falsegoodnight (40k)

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

13.) Watching The World Fall by whoknows (11k)

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

12.) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 (38k)

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

11.) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes by @purpledandeli0n (85k)

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

•

Pirate AU

10.) Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

9.) We Both Got Nothing to Hide by lovelarry10 (43k)

“Talk to me, Lou.”

“I can’t,” Louis mumbled, knowing he genuinely couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit to what he was doing. “Don’t ask me to say it, because I can’t.”

“Then… I’ll try and guess. You’ve… got some stuff of Harry’s. Something of his to make it smell like him?”

Louis just nodded, eyes fixated on the floor. This was humiliating, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t stop until he found out what was going on.

“Okay. Like… a blanket, or a comforter or something?”

“Kind of…”

//

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

8.) sleeping on our problems by @falsegoodnight (67k)

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down.

There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word.

His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

-

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

7.) like it’s a game by @soldouthaz (32k)

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

6.) before we knew by @falsegoodnight (39k)

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

-

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

5.) Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

4.) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by @harryrainbows (95k)

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

3.) The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

2.) Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

1.) Collision by @tequiladimples (224k)

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

#larry #larry stylinson #larry fic rec #harry styles #louis tomlinson #fic rec #one direction #1d #one direction fic rec #larry fan fiction #updated because I'm an idiot and added a zarry fic

[becca-e-barnes]

oh lord i can’t stop thinking about this!

being with bucky or steve (or both 😏 let’s go with both…) getting ready for the day and deciding to wear some lingerie under your outfit. But your white button up shirt is a bit see through and the your colorful bra is showing through a little bit and your skirt was so short it was barely professional … So when you walk into the kitchen to get breakfast they’re like “WHOA THERE you look extremely sexy but there’s no way i’m letting you wear that today because i won’t be able to hold myself back. Can’t have you running around distracting me, we’ve got an important meeting today.”

So you return to your room all grumpy because you were feelin yourself. And of course you’re feeling bratty (when are we not tbh). So you do as they ask and take off your lingerie & happily return to the kitchen. Suddenly feeling very cold. Your nipples hardening through your shirt becoming quite apparent, even more visible than your bra was. You of course start complaining about how it’s been so chilly lately and you really hope it’s not windy today…but you just really don’t want to distract them with your lingerie because you wanna be a good girl…but instead of them reprimanding and punishing you right then and there like you expected. They’re like fine you wanna be a whore and risk everyone finding out? go for it. But not before they remind you who owns you buy putting in a plug and then a set of ben wa balls, making sure both you holes are claimed…and then making you walk around like that all day. Breast practically on display for the whole team to see, no panties, and constantly on the edge of an orgasm from the effort it takes to keep the ben wa balls from falling out…

and of course most members of the team are respectful and either don’t care/are too oblivious to notice/or are scared of steve/bucky to your acknowledge your appearance. That is…except for Natasha who can read you like an open book and knows she could take down the soldiers if she wanted to. She’s checking you out all day, complimenting your shirt, accidentally glancing up your skirt, brushing your hand, practically eye fucking you. And by some miracle the four of you all have a meeting scheduled for planning an upcoming mission. By the end of the day you’ve been on edge you seemingly forget the situation your in. Standing up quickly from your seat at the table to start playfully arguing with Bucky about mission plans. You slip up, and the ben was balls are tugged out accidentally by a mixture of you forgetting to clench down and the string getting caught on your skirt. But after so long on edge the second they leave your cunt your cumming so hard you fall to the ground, absolutely humiliated and yet still wanting more.

Everyone freezes. The boys rush to explain. You tear up in embarrassment and because of the lack of stimulation. Nat just smirks because she is so unbelievably turned on. Steve walks over to help you out. But Natasha stops them and informs him that it’s highly inappropriate for a male colleague to touch another female colleague like that, and really she should be the one to help. And god all of you are so insanely turned on. So she kneels down to where your pathetically sitting, she spread your legs and begins to play with you. And of course you’re coming apart in minutes. What none of you except is the absolute mess you make when you come, gushing everywhere. All over yourself and the floor, unable to contain your moans, tears of relief running down your face. After you calm down a bit, bucky leans down and hands Nat the Ben Wa balls (he took the liberty of cleaning them while you two where,,, occupied) and of course she keeps taking care of you gliding her hands against your cunt and gently thrusting her fingers in and out of you insisting it would be far too distracting and unprofessional for the boys to be helping you. You’re just so turned on that everytime she pushes one of the balls in you squirt a little bit more, micro orgasms racking your body. After gushing about three more times your holes are once again secured. Of course she makes sure to double check the plug as well, which nearly causes you to come undone again. And she gently cleans you up before making you stand and acting as though the whole situation was no more big of a deal than tying your shoe laces. And the three of them seemingly come to a silent agreement to act as casual as possible, as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Except for the three of them walking up to you through out the day and running their hands up your shirt and pinching your nipples, sliding their fingers across your cunt and flicking your clit, even tugging and tapping at your plug slightly. Doing everything in their power to get you as desperate as possible. And your just left totally fucked out and trying your best not to come because you just know your going to make another mess (which of course you do at one point, confusing poor wanda in the process by your poorly concealed squeal which was quickly covered up by Nat acting as though you sneezed and rushing help you discreetly which was hard considering all you wanted to do was fall down and beg her to fuck you, i mean really it wasn’t your fault so she didn’t blame you) By the end of the day the four of you are returning your apartment, chaos ensues ;) You can’t help thinking you should distract them more often…

Ugh sorry this is so slutty but i can’t stop thinking about and needed to confess my sinful thoughts 😫in my defense my original fantasy was much worse #sorry

I know you sent this at the start of the week but I need you to know I thought about this ask for almost my entire 2 hour commute every day this week 😩 I fucking NEED this, it’s so slutty and delicious and I get so worked up just thinking about it 😵‍💫

And if you see this, PLEASE send me the filthier version because I’m so fucking ready for it!!

But like, I’m imaging you being on the floor, Nat is slipping the balls back into you and you’re squirting everywhere, groaning and arching into Nat’s touch and it’s the most erotic thing the boys have ever seen

And maybe they get so overwhelmed they kind of forget themselves and start touching each other, unzipping their jeans so they can jerk each other off while they watch you and Nat. And Nat just smirks and rubs your clit, telling you to look at what your sweet little body has done to these two huge men. she’s give you little kitten licks to clean up your never ending mess before inviting the boys to step over and cum all over your pussy.

It’s torture not feeling them cum inside you but you feel filthy after both of them have blown their load and then Nat flips your skirt back down and tells you not to clean up

So the rest of the day, they’re pinching your nipples, smearing their cum all over your needy pussy then dipping their fingers in your mouth, telling you you’re being such a good girl and they’re going to make sure your holes feel even fuller when you get home

#asks answered <3 #anon #18+ #no because this makes me so stupid besties #like being almost free use with Bucky Nat and Steve #I would do anything for them #holy shit this ask was so hot #and I know I didn’t add much #I feel like it deserves it’s own fic #but I couldn’t let it sit in my inbox either #because y’all need to see it

[mosswillow]

Simple Silver - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.

Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: This fic is a request from @leniram1890. Seriously, thank you so much. It’s everything I love to write and read and you just dropped it in my lap. Now that it’s done I want more…

by clicking keep reading you confirm that you are over the age of 18 and consent to reading mature content.

You’re infatuated with him. He stands tall, you guess at least six feet, and his smell; he smells like no Alpha you've ever encountered. There’s this look to him, unequivocally attractive but in a unique and confusing way that draws you in. His eyebrows lift slightly making his otherwise small and ordinary eyes the focal point of his face. He looks around the room with a focus and intensity that feels inhuman. You finger the small bracelet that holds your secret and walk behind him, your Omega instincts telling you to get close. You suddenly recognize where you are and what you’re doing. looking down to your hands, you stare horrified at the bracelet that was taken off without your noticing. you put it back on and sprint out of the building, not stopping until you’re behind the safety of your padlocked apartment door.

Your phone goes off and you answer, making up an excuse about food poisoning and promising to be in early the next day.

Your Alpha, it had to be him.

You’ve wondered what it would be like to meet your Alpha, if you would feel bad about hiding from them. You don’t feel bad, only upset with yourself for losing control. You almost gave up your whole life in one stupid moment.

The simple silver bracelet that sits on your wrist feels heavy and you look at it. It’s a chain that suppresses your true self and one that sets you free. It’s one you choose to wear because the alternative is a life looking over your shoulder; waiting for your Alpha to find and claim you. Your parents gave it to you the day you presented and it’s given you opportunities not many Omegas get. It changes your scent just enough to let you hide, giving you the ability to decide for yourself how you feel about your Alpha, to choose a life with him or to keep the life you’ve built for yourself.  

Your coworkers don’t waste time the next morning. One is already at your desk and two more walk up as you sit down.

“Ok, what did I miss?” you ask.

“Right when you left this scary looking Alpha started raging. Stark had to call in the avengers to get him to calm down.”

You act surprised, knitting your brows and leaning forward in fake interest.

“What happened?”

“Apparently He smelled his Omega but couldn’t find them.”

“Crazy.” you say, opening up your email and scrolling through.

Coworkers start dispercing and you let out a held breath. You get to work, having extra from the day before and lose yourself for several hours.

“That’s him.” whispers a voice and you look up at your coworker before following their eyes.

It’s him, your Alpha, and he’s walking straight toward you.

You try your best to stay focused on work and not give away the slight shaking of your hands as his scent hits your nose. He stops at your desk and you look up at his chest avoiding eye contact.

“What can I do for you mr…”

“Dr. Strange,” he pauses. “I’m sure you know what happened yesterday.”

“I don’t judge sir.”

He looks at you and leans on your desk.

“Ah, but you are judging. Spit it out then.”

You take your hands off of your keyboard and fold them over your chest.

“Omegas don’t have lives after they mate, I guess it doesn’t doesn’t feel fair to me.”

“What makes you think my Omega wouldn’t have a life?”

“You would let your Omega Work? Travel by themselves? Have their own bank account?”

He thrums his fingers on your desk.

“My Omega will have a good life, they need to know their place though. When I finally find them they won’t even be allowed to leave the house without permission.”

You bristle. “Well then, I’m glad you weren’t able to find them.”

He leans farther over your desk, his demeanor shifting into one of intimidation. You do everything you can not to cower back as his aggressive scent washes over you.

“You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe your Omega is hiding from you, that’s what I would do if I was an Omega.” You finally make eye contact, staring into the stormy grey abyss of his irises and he leans forward even more.

“They better not be.”

“What would you do if you found out they were?”

His fist clenches and you can’t help but push your chair back a few inches. You see Tony walking toward you from the corner of your eye and stand up, pushing your pointer finger against his forehead.

“You sir, are one of the most obnoxious people I’ve ever met, and I work for Tony Stark,” you say.

His mouth opens in surprise and he stands up.

Tony makes it to you at just the right moment. “Hey now, stop harassing my assistant. We’re not having a repeat of yesterday, thank you.”

Strange narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t say anything as he follows Tony into his office.

You walk to the back of the grocery store, picking up a pint of icecream and hurrying to pay for it. Your day was long and the only thing you can think about is a hot bath. You don’t notice him until it’s too late. His smug face takes in your slightly messy appearance as you try to pass by him.

“Dinner, I assume. Your questionable behavior before is starting to make sense.”

You stare at him unsure how to respond and he tilts his head and smirks.

“I’m insinuating, dear, that your disrespectful behavior this morning was caused by a lack of adequate nutrition.”  

You readjust your shirt and let out a huff.

“I wonder,” you pause and smile sweetly. “How much shit did you have to consume in your ‘diet’ to become such an asshole?”

You pull out a pair of earphones and stick them in your ears, turning on your heel to pay for your dinner. He grabs your arm, pulling you close and tears out your headphones with his other hand.

“I’ve never met anyone who gets under my skin so easily, why do you make me so angry?” he sneers.

“Your anger is your responsibility,” you pull away, shaking slightly and holding back tears.

You can feel his eyes watching you as you jump into a self checkout line to pay.  As soon as you reach your apartment you let the tears fall. You hate him. You hate his stupid face and egotistical personality. You hate that you react to him, that your nature makes your knees go weak when you’re around him. You hug your bracelet against your chest and let out a shaky breath. As long as the bracelet stays on you’re safe. You just need to keep it on, that’s it.

You stand in Tony’s office staring at a folder.

“Send a courier or another employee, I don’t want to do it.”

Tony raises his eyebrows in shock at your sudden and uncharacteristic outburst.

“I need someone I trust to drop them off, Is there some reason you can’t do it?”

“I just don’t get along with Dr. Strange.”

“You’re dropping off a file, not going on a date,” he quips.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you love your job. It’s just a quick trip, drop it off and you’re done. It’s been a week since you saw him last, he doesn’t know who you are or he would already have come for you. Just a quick drop off, that’s it.

“I’m sorry sir. You’re right, I’m being unprofessional. I can do it.”

He waves you out and you call an uber riding it to what Tony described only as “The Sanctum”.  

You walk in and look around the large entry room, searching for someone who can help. It’s eerily quiet and you walk up a huge set of stars, wandering and looking at various museum-like displays until you’re on the top floor. The room is dark, the only light coming from a large round window. A stranger walks up and looks at you with a surprised expression.

“I’m sorry, I’m looking for Dr. Strange? I’m just dropping something off from Mr. Stark.”

“Ah of course, I’m Wong.” He says holding out his hand.

You reach out and take his hand and he looks at your wrist, grabbing onto your bracelet and pulling it off.

“I haven't seen one of these in a long time.” he examines the bracelet closely.

“That’s mine, give it back please.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re hiding your designation.”

“My Alpha is a cruel man, please give it back. I need it now.” you say urgently.

“Hey, nobody will hurt you here. Who is this Alpha?”

You start shaking and reach out again trying to take the bracelet back from him.

“Wong, I… Oh no, not you again,” Stephen says from an open doorway, his face turning into a scowl.

You grab the bracelet and push it on your wrist. It’s too late though, Stephens eyes widen in recognition as your scent hits him.

You bolt. You know you won’t make it out so you pull at the first door you find, slamming it closed and locking it.

The banging starts almost immediately.  “OMEGA, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” he yells.

“Don’t do this, please. I don’t want this. I need more time. Don’t force me, please,” you cry.

Sparks start flying in a circle in front of your eyes and your Alpha is suddenly walking through a portal. You look around, seeing a second door and yanking it open. Something catches your leg and you’re pulled backwards by what looks like a glowing rope.

“You knew I was your Alpha the whole time.” he says, moving his body to sit on your middle.

You bite your tongue and glare at him.

“Answer me!” He yells, grabbing your arms and pushing them above you.

His face is only inches from your own and you spit without thinking. He lets go of your hands and sits back, wiping the wetness from his face before staring at his wet hand.

“This explains everything, catching your scent, the extreme annoyance at your lack of respect, the anger I felt at the thought of you not eating like you should.”

He grabs your shirt, ripping it down the middle and causing buttons to fly through the air. Goosebumps appear over your skin and you shiver from both fear and the cold. He flips you over roughly, pulling off your shirt all the way. His hand roams to your mating gland. He leans over and breathes in, kissing it gently.

“Fuck you,” you say through clenched teeth.

He stops and waits until you’re done shaking.

“Why aren’t you biting me?” you whisper.

“You said you wanted time.”

He stands, pulling you up with him and makes a circle with his finger, opening up a portal in front of you. His hand is on your back pushing you through and when you turn around you're alone in what looks like a bedroom. Immediately, you run and try the door, opening it and sprinting out. The breath is knocked out of you as someone promptly slams you into a wall. You start coughing as the pain radiates through your body, then you’re falling onto a soft bed in the same room as before. After a few minutes of coughing you stand and run again, trying the window this time and just like before you’re caught and pushed through a portal back to the same room. You keep trying until you’re completely out of places to run, until your energy, both emotional and physical, is depleted.

The moment you finally give up a portal opens on your right and Stephen walks through.

It would have been easier if he had just bitten and fucked you right away. Letting you run over and over just to squash your hope is even more cruel, like a sick joke where he is the only person privy to the punchline. You stand in the middle of the room with your eyes down and wait for the inevitable.

He walks around you slowly and with each methodical step your anxiety grows until your knees buckle and you drop to the ground, crying into your hands. He stops and crouches in front of you, putting his finger under your chin and raising it slowly until you look him in the face. He lets go and keeps eye contact as he reaches between your legs and almost too gently runs his finger over your pussy. His eyes bore into you as his hand slowly becomes more and more noticeable above your clothes.

“I hate you.” you whisper as he pushes your legs apart.

He slides his hand into your pants and continues to rub over your clit, now making quick circles. His finger dips in your heat and you whimper involuntarily. You close your eyes as the sensations start to build and when you’re about to go over the line he stops. Your eyes shoot open and he smirks.

“It’s important you understand a few things.”

You aren’t expecting it, for him to suddenly pull his hand back and slap you across the face. You’re not prepared for the force behind his hand. How it makes your entire face sting, the pain radiating down your neck and shoulder. You grasp your cheek and bite your lip to avoid crying.

“I own you.” He slides his hand down to your pussy again.

“I own your pleasure.” He slides his hand up to your breast, pushing your bra down and pinching your nipple harshly. “And your pain.”

He backs away and crosses his arms, motioning with his head at the remaining clothes on your body. You slowly rise and remove your pants and underwear, standing in front of him fully naked.

His hand roams to your neck and he holds it gently.

“Hate me all you want.”

His hand constricts slightly around your throat.

“But don’t you dare run from me.”

His hand tightens again.

“Or hide.”

He keeps his hand on your throat and pushes you back to the bed until you’re lying on your back with him above you. His other hand reaches to your legs and taps between them gently. He puts his cheek against yours when you don’t move.

“Open Omega, and don’t you dare close those legs.”

He lets go of your neck when you relax your legs, backing away and unbuckling his pants.

“You don’t even like me,” you remark.

“I didn’t like who you were pretending to be.”

He walks over so that his sizable dick sits in front of your face.

“Suck,” he commands.

You suck on the tip without complaint and he grabs the back of your head and thrusts a few times before pulling out and patting your cheek.

“A much better use for your sharp tongue.”

You bite back a retort and look away as he positions himself in between your legs and pushes himself in with one forceful thrust. You let out a whimper and reach out your arms around him in response. He grabs your shoulders and ruts into you.

“This is where you belong Omega,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, a stark contrast to the painful pace of his thrusts.

“You.” he thrusts. “Belong,” The force starts to push you up on the bed. “ To me!”

He flips you suddenly and fucks you again from behind, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. A warm hand brushes over your mating gland and you feel his breath against your back. Stars appear before your eyes as he bites, your entire body consumed with the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. It pushes you into an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking from the adrenaline.

“Understand?”

You nod and he slides into bed next to you and kisses between your shoulder blades. You look over at his discarded clothes, noticing the gleam of your bracelet poking out of a pocket.

“Were you serious when you said you wouldn’t let your Omega out of the house?”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve actually had a change of heart.”

He peppers kisses across your neck and back.

“You, my adventurous Omega, won’t even leave this room without me by your side.”

You try to move but he holds you close, effectively chaining you to him. You blink back a tear and shift closer to him, letting yourself relax into his arms.

“There you go, let go and accept it.”

“Never,” you say between choked sobs.

His hand roams up your body, exploring every bit.

“We’ll see.”

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Those Moments (The Bad Batch x Fem Reader)

Words: Just over 3k  Summary: Moments with the Bad Batch from terrible singing to the embarrassing things. The moments they never let you forget. (May add more chapters if requested) Warning: Fluff and Humor ahead .... I think Note: Ask if you wanted to be tagged

Being paired with Clone Force 99 had been unexpected for both (Y/N) and the group to have named themselves the Bad Batch. At first (Y/N) wasn't overly sure about it, she was a Jedi after all, a Knight of the order who had no problems working alone, but working in a team wasn't something she had been thrilled about. She worked best alone but had been given orders to join the Bad Batch. Hunter had been welcoming to the idea although initially unsure, especially when he knew he would have to hand over the reigns, Tech had voiced it would be a good opportunity for all of them to learn and grow, where as Wrecker had just being excited about it. Crosshair, the man of few words on the other hand hadn't been so welcoming to the idea, often being cold and throwing snarky insults and comments (Y/N)'s way, almost surprised when she had responded back, fearless to his glare, instead stubborn and accepting his silent challenge.

Yet their had been times over the years since being paired together, they refused to let her forget. Echo had learnt all about them when he had joined, although only after he himself had caused a little incident by accident. Just like always Tech had recorded it, for safe keeping as he always reasoned. Never once did he admit to watching them during the nights when sleep eluded him. Just as Crosshair would never admit he would often chuckle to himself when remembering the times of sheer unexpected mayhem always in a playful way. Even (Y/N) would laugh when the memories come up. As it reminded her of the family like unit and how each of them had come to accept her as she had accepted them.

Wrecker Wrecker had been the first of the Bad Batch to cause one of the moments or at least experience one of them. (Y/N) had believed she was alone on the ship, having stayed behind on the Havoc Marauder due an nasty injury sustained when the Endurance had been destroyed during the prior mission. Wrecker had returned to the ship, he quickly noticed (Y/N) wasn't on the sleeping rack she'd been placed on by Crosshair. Instead the curtains were open and the rack had been folded back to its ordinary position.

He'd began to worry so searched the areas of the ship, he knew (Y/N) liked to go, the rear gun, the storage beneath the ship and above. Behind the stack of mental containers Crosshair sometimes hid, yet his concern and search had been interrupted by a loud break of wind coming from the cockpit. Within seconds Wrecker had broken out in uncontrollable laughter, alerting (Y/N) to his presence aboard the ship. The doors sliding open moments later to reveal a mortified (Y/N), her cheeks turning several shades of red with embarrassment, her eyes growing larger as the situation dawned on her, her hands finding their way to her face in her effort to disappear from the entire situation.

Wrecker on the other hand continued to laugh, seeing (Y/N) only added to it. He'd heard his brothers break wind on several occasions, none of them ever beat him for it though although Hunter had surprisingly come close to it. Yet this incident had somehow gotten Wrecker to see passed the lady persona he had painted the Jedi with, he'd always seen her as sweet and innocent until that point.

His brothers had returned moments later, only to find Wrecker on the floor outside the cockpit, holding his sides, as he laughed. Red faced with tears streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to catch his breath. (Y/N) on the other hand still looked like she wanted to disappear, holding a holopad in front of her, looking down with intent at it, as if it held the answer to her quest to turn invisible. It took a while for the boys to get to the bottom of what was going on. Wrecker not helping by wheezing and laughing whenever he attempted to explain it, where as (Y/N) had apparently developed selected deafness.

Although she could look back and laugh at it now, she had been embarrassed by it for months. Wrecker could never bring himself to explain what happened, although he would chuckle about it every now and again. Quickly calling it a bounding moment, when the rest did find out they soon joined in with the laughter. Tech explaining it was a natural bodily function, nothing at all to be embarrassed about, Crosshair had cracked a rare grin with Hunter attempting to hold back his laughter while complaining he missed such an event. Echo had chuckled for a while upon being told the story, especially with Wrecker's reaction to burst in to laughter whenever he heard it.

Hunter (Y/N) was known for being clumsy. If there was something to trip over, it was almost a guarantee she would be the one to do so. She could rival Rex with the talent of falling over. Many times had Kix recorded the events, commenting about it on several occasions although still saying Rex held the title of most epic fails. To say the Batch knew about the talent was an understatement. They'd heard about it before but never really took it seriously, after all (Y/N) was brilliant on the battlefield, precise, fierce and graceful all at the same time. Instead they took the stories of her clumsiness as just that, stories.

That was until Hunter experienced it first hand.

The batch had stopped at a refuel station not to far from their assigned location, it was quiet, hidden in an asteroid field so not many knew of it. What looked to be an old base of some sort was hidden in the cliff face, although nothing could be distinguished as to what the base was actually for or had been used for, not even Tech could find that answer. (Y/N) had been walking around the ship, close to where Hunter stood watching the distance, his helmet on, hiding any expression that would have otherwise been visible. Tech was in the cockpit of the Marauder, with Crosshair on the roof of the ship and Wrecker around the opposite side.

Without warning (Y/N) had tripped over something, stumbling forward before smacking into the side of the ship, falling backwards moments later in a daze and slight shock from the incident. Crosshair had turned his attention to her upon hearing the impact, as Hunter turned and went over to her, both quickly figuring what had happened. Without hesitation Hunter checked on her, pulling her to her feet moments later, checking her over moments later, chuckling slightly when (Y/N) made a comments about the impromptu meeting with the side of the ship, another comment about the side of the ship being up to standard.

He soon walked with her around to the ramp of the ship, noticing she was limping from the collision with the side of the ship. The pair just reaching it when (Y/N) tripped over something else, this time tumbling over and taking Hunter down with her, the Sargent being shocked by what happened and thankful for his helmet, especially when he would have face planted the rocky ground. Reality hitting them both when Crosshair could be heard chuckling from above, with Wrecker doing a similar thing from the top of the ramp where he'd been sat.

(Y/N) apologizing as she helped Hunter back to his feet, not even noticing the scraps on her forearms, instead putting her attention on Hunter. Ever since that day Hunter kept a tally onboard the Marauder, adding another strike whenever (Y/N) tripped or fell over something. Echo adding to it when Hunter forgets, just to make sure its up to date. Tech on the other hand, never mentioned he got clumsy moment on camera and watches it during the quiet moments, the video never failing to bring a chuckle from him or get him to smile. He also wouldn't admit he watches the video's of all (Y/N)'s fails, finding it gives her another dynamic besides just be a supposedly perfect Jedi.

Tech The incident with Tech, wasn't actually on (Y/N) but rather on Tech. It being a quiet day on the Marauder, Hunter was in his normal place, spinning the vibroblade as he would do when he was bored. Echo with Tech in the cockpit talking away about a random topic, Crosshair on the other hand sat on the seats opposite Hunter, cleaning his rifle. (Y/N) on the other hand, had taken to the refresher. The last mission being a mess one to say the least, (Y/N)'s clumsiness not doing her any favors.

On this occasion Tech had forgotten (Y/N) was in the refresher, walking along and opening the door as (Y/N) had likely forgotten to lock it again. Crosshair had spoke up in protest as Tech pressed the button on the door, although his words had been drowned out by the surprised scream to escape from the refresher. Tech's cheeks got redder by the second and his honey eyes got wider, his hands shaking as he reached for the button to close the door. The image of (Y/N) quickly covering herself with a towel, all while screaming for him to get out.

Hunter and Crosshair both chuckling to themselves as Wrecker come from the rear gun hold, seemingly confused about what was going on. Seeing two of his brothers laughing to no end, the other coming from the cockpit to investigate the screaming, Tech on the other hand sliding down the now closed refresher door, his legs suddenly weakening at the knees to the point they were unable to support of his weight, by now he had gone deathly pale, his honey eyes still wide in shock.

Tech soon fell backwards through the door when it opened, (Y/N) quickly stepping back when he tumbled through the door, almost surprised by it. Yet soon lent down to help him up and check he was okay with how pale he had become. The laughter soon alerted her to the situation, as it finally dawned on her, her reaction had likely caused the sudden shell shock. It wasn't very often she screamed bloody murder least of all at Tech. Wrecker and Crosshair were normally on the receiving end. Every time Echo found it funny.

Tech would always knock on the refresher door after that, and he'd be sure to remind others if (Y/N) wasn't anywhere to be seen. Although he still laughed about it, reminding (Y/N) about it, when the sleepless night caught them both.

Echo Oiling cybernetic limbs was a must for Echo. At least twice a day, once in the morning and again at night. More often than not he'd do it during the crazy moments when Tech was flying in some fantastical way. As he was doing this time, some tight escape from the latest mission, Wrecker in the rear gun, Crosshair opposite Echo clearing his rifle as if nothing was happening, a normal routine. Hunter in the cockpit with Tech, acting as the co-pilot. (Y/N) on the other hand sat on the chair near to Crosshair and Echo, seemingly minding her own business.

None of them aware of the oil spillage on the floor during on of Tech's spectacular maneuver. Tech soon called for (Y/N), knowing she was the only one small enough to reach something, (Y/N) jumped up at her name being called, heading to the cockpit, as she would normally do, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, as she did so. A bright smile on her lips. At the same time Crosshair had gotten up to stretch, finding his own joints had seized up from the awkward position he'd been sat in.

It had all happened so quickly, (Y/N) had stepped on the puddle of oil, her feet going every which way in a wild manner as she attempted to regain her lost balance. Crosshair having stepped onto the puddle moments later, flying backwards in a epic way, arms and legs flying everywhere. In his haste he had grabbed on to (Y/N), pulling her down with him. Echo had been confused at first, although soon realized and asked if they were okay, chuckling upon getting the confirmation they were. (Y/N) had nodded with Crosshair throwing his normal glare, almost giving up on getting back to his feet, commenting the floor was no longer stable enough.

Hunter had been the one to investigate the noise of several crashes and swearing, only to find Echo and (Y/N) laughing, the latter on the floor with Crosshair. The sniper himself grinning as if trying to hold back laughter, staring straight up at the ceiling, his arms still wrapped around (Y/N) from where he'd tried to cushion her fall with his own armored body.

A comment escaping Crosshair about the two having to stop meeting like that. Echo commenting it looked fun, with Wrecker complaining he'd missed something else, as well as missed his target from the screams and swearing. Tech throwing the comment he'd successfully recorded that as well as congratulating Echo on the happy accident, he caused. Where as Hunter shook his head, no stranger to the antics of his brothers and (Y/N), knowing Echo would likely see it as revenge considering he'd been on the receiving end of pranks from (Y/N) since he'd joined the batch.

"Consider us even" commented Echo with a grin, implying he'd done it on purpose with Crosshair being caught an added bonus.

Crosshair To say (Y/N) and Crosshair had a prank war going was the understatement. Anything that could be imagined into existence had pretty much happened. Switching armor and robes out for something else, voice changers, whoopy cushions, videos, smoke and stink bombs, the occasional air horn, you name it, it had been used. The odd occasion it had caught another unintended target, normally Wrecker whom had mindlessly walked into the war zone. His face always a picture.

The pair of (Y/N) and Crosshair always trading comments when their prank war was on hold. Crosshair always comparing the height difference, with (Y/N) always retorting with something else. The two also giving each other nicknames. With Crosshair being nicknamed the "angry toothpick" and (Y/N) gaining the nickname of "firecracker" in a mocking way. Crosshair would always call her by the name even when the prank war was on a temporary hold. All the moments were Crosshair's favorite. But if he had to choose, his favorite was when (Y/N) had somehow managed to swap out his rifle for a realistic replica, except it was a bubble blasted, although she had thankful switched them after the mission. He'd been none the wiser while cleaning, even with his keen eye. Only when he noticed the scope was off, did he realize it was a bubble blaster, something he happily used on Echo after the oil spill incident and Wrecker for the hell of it.

(Y/N) had woke the entire ship up that night with her next prank which had caught the unsuspecting Tech. (Y/N) having tapped an air horn to the refresher door, cleverly putting it where the lock button was. So when Tech had locked the door he'd set the horn off. Waking everyone including herself up. The rest of the boys had found little surprises waiting for them. Hunter's bandanna had been swapped out for something far more sparkly and floral to what he normal had, in the place of Wrecker's plastoid armor was a bunny onzie, complete with the fluffy tail. Tech's goggles had been adjusted to include a pair of cat ears, he escaped most of the havoc due to the air horn. Echo found every whoopy cushion around the Marauder, seemingly becoming a magnet to them. Where as Crosshair found the paint hidden in different areas, the same paint Hunter, Echo and Tech had avoided. To say Crosshair was several different colors by the end of it was an understatement

He'd promised revenge, something he went through with a week later. Swapping (Y/N)'s Jedi robes with a sexy little outfit he knew she would hate with a vengeance. While also swapping her favorite blanket for a fluffy pink thing. The outfit being a barely there nurses outfit. consisting on a skirt that barely covered anything, a small bikini top and a little hat with white thigh high stockings. He'd taken it upon himself to hide her normal robes, leaving her with no choice but to wear the outfit laid out for her.

(Y/N) had hidden by the metal crates most of the day, refusing to come out in the outfit despite encouragement. Crosshair had offered the pink fluffy blanket but found himself almost terrified by her response with a deadly glare. He eventually carried her from behind the crates, deeming she needed food and drink, something Tech backed up, although he did need to recruit Wrecker's help to move the crates. Crosshair had made the comment of liking her more in the outfit, receiving a punch to the arm in response. His only response was to chuckle knowing she would sulk about it until she could return to her normal robes. It was no secret she hated dressing up in little outfits, even if certain missions required her to do so.

"Its a good job none of you got injured. My bedside manners would be terrible" commented (Y/N) when placed on Crosshair's bunk, arms crossed over her chest as she scooted over to the far corner, if only so he could join her. His efforts at an apology was to watch holo-films together.

"Princess your bedside manners wouldn't matter when your dressed like" Crosshair would respond, chuckling when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him. The two quieting down shortly after to watch a film. Chuckling when Echo found another whoopy cushion and Wrecker burst out laughing because of it. Tech's question of whom had "reorganized" his holopad also ringing out as Hunter finally found a bucket of ice water hidden above something. His swearing ringing out moments later along with the yelled names of both Crosshair and (Y/N).

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